Glory 13 "Sh*t Out of Luck" June 15 2021

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Glory XIII: "Sh*t Outta Luck"

LIVE from The Dallas Sportatorium in Dallas, Texas Tuesday, 6/15/2021

Backstage, we see Jane and Sadie tidying up the saloon after the Dog Pound had trashed it and stolen from them earlier. They felt gloomy all day, and had felt like their influence had fallen so far.

Sadie Cassidy: What happened? We were the first and still best tag team champions One Wrestle Movement has ever had. But, it feels like no one respects us... like we're pushovers.

She said, bundling up some shattered glass into a receptacle, as Jane replied.

Jane Adler: I'm not sure... maybe we are too soft. People had been taking advantage of us for far too long here.

She said, as Jane was a bit concerned as well while cleaning up the debris. Suddenly, a shadow appears on the screen and then the camera moves and shows Jenn Drew standing there, 1WM Championship slung over her shoulder as she assesses the damage around here and she just shakes her head.

Jenn Drew: I thought you two were better than this.

The two of them looked up at Jenn, stopping their cleanup, as Jane spoke first.

Jane Adler: What do you mean?

She asked quizzically, as Sadie added on.

Sadie Cassidy: You've never come across here before…

Jenn just looks at them both for a moment, the grin never leaving her mouth.

Jenn Drew: You two used to mean something here in this company. You two were on top of the world, but now you're just sitting here backstage in this pathetic little area. You two are much better than this.

Jane Adler: We don't get it either. They just stopped putting us on the card for some reason…

Sadie Cassidy: Yeah… like they forgot we existed.

She said, as they even had pleas to fight the thieves that ransacked their saloon, which have still fallen on deaf ears.

Jenn Drew: Because nobody takes you seriously anymore. Management doesn't, the fans don't, the locker room doesn't. I see it though, I know you two deserve more than this.

Jane Adler: The fans really like us, though… right?

Sadie Cassidy: What if she's right, though? Maybe they aren't letting us fight because of that?

She said, as Sadie was thinking Jenn might have a point, despite them being CCW tag champs outside of One Wrestle Movement. Jenn nods her head, putting an arm around each lady and looking at them.

Jenn Drew: If they did, why would you be relegated to something so stupid and comedic as this?

Jane Adler: Comedic? We were robbed.

Sadie Cassidy: And they caused a fight that trashed the place. Management should be making them pay us back for damages.

Jenn Drew: But you know they won't because they don't respect you anymore.

Jenn holds out a hand towards them with a grin on her face.

Jenn Drew: Join me and I'll make sure you two are respected again.

Both hesitate a bit, as they don't believe her to be on the up and up… but, the Regulators are both tired of being overlooked. Sadie takes her hand, and Jane soon after, as they nod in agreement.

Marci D'Abruzzo: The One Wrestle roster is forever on some bullshit, and tonight is no exception, it would seem! Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. What a sentiment!

Ruby Kirk: It's a fantastic sentiment, D'Abruzzo. It's kinda what tonight is all about, now that ya mention it! On that note, GOOD EVENING One Wrestle Movement fans and welcome to GLORY!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I seriously can't believe that I've put up with thirteen whole episodes of this shi..

Ruby Kirk: Thats RIGHT, Marci! This is is the thirteenth installment of Glory, and I can tell y'all. Along with the finals of our Glory championship tournament and a stellar main event? This show is jam packed with surprises!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh yeah? What kind of surprises, Rubez. These better not be Lash Donohue type of surprises!

Ruby Kirk: Oh no no. See, if I told ya, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it? I'll give ya a hint, though. If the show name itself hasn't done so, already. The number thirteen is said to be a rather unlucky number, and..

Marci D'Abruzzo: I don't believe in none of that superstitious nonsense, Kirk! Just go ahead and show me what's going on tonight, already!

Ruby Kirk: I believe Mari can do it much better than I can.

Ruby waves her hand in a mock mysterious manner, and The Dallas Sportatorium crowd is abuzz with curiosity as we cut away from the commentary desk. We see Mari Moon in the foyer of the arena. Mari grins broadly as she slowly runs her hand over what looks a lot like the Wheel of Fortune wheel at first glance, before she gives it a light spin. The dia on the wheel doesn't stop on cash prizes. The wheel stops on match stipulations. Mari's dry run stops on "THREE STAGES OF HELL" and this prospect greatly excites the Texan crowd.

Mari Moon: I suppose that you are all wondering what this is all about, right? Allow me to demonstrate!

Mari looks to the camera and winks as she gives the wheel a good spin, and the crowd cheers as they watch the wheel roll across all of the stipulations at play.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Damn it! What have we even GOT? It's moving too fast!

The fans start to cheer as the wheel slows down as it crosses "NO ROPES BARBED WIRE" and "CAGE MATCH".

Ruby Kirk: Woah...

The fans cheer loudly as it almost stops on "BRA AND PANTIES" before coming to rest on "SOFTCORE MATCH".

Mari Moon: And this is the stipulation for our opening match! It's a softcore match!

Ruby Kirk: Well there you have it! Grab your styrofoam tables and your pool noodle kendo sticks! Madori versus Sugiwara in a softcore match, and it's coming up right after this segment!

The scene cuts backstage where a confident, determined Victoria Salinas is standing by. She’s feeling incredibly strong following her win over Don Tirri back in Russia and she’s showing no fear of anything or anyone as she begins to express her thoughts.

Victoria Salinas: I’m not oblivious to the fact that I am already making waves here in 1WM. For better or worse, I do know that there are some people talking about me. Part of that definitely has to do with the fact that I’ve been playing a bit of a vigilante lately. However, at the same time, I DID just pick up a win over Don Tirri. While I may not be a fan of the way he carries himself, I will admit that he was man enough to admit he was wrong. He did admit that he was underestimating me. Of course, he’s not the last opponent. There’s this Driller guy that just won’t shut the fuck up on Twitter. Seriously. Empty threats? YAWN! Looking past me as if I'm just some warm up for his William Cordova obsession? YAWN! Treating me as if I'm some sort of stepping stone to the guy? YAWN! Driller Jaworski, I’m just going to give it to you straight. You’re BASIC! You’re the prototypical wrestler that’s stuck in the 1990’s. It’s like you came out of a time machine from 1991 and never evolved because wrestlers like you went completely out of style the year I was born.

This isn’t me underestimating you or overlooking your ability. I’m not YOU after all! But I’m not your fucking stepping stone, let me tell you that right now. I’m by no means threatened by your empty, vacuous tweets that make you just another wrestler in a constantly evolving business. GRRR! ARGH! I’M A MEAN ANGRY MONSTER! GRRRR! ARGH! I’M GOING TO BREAK YOU! GRRRR! ARGH! I’M GOING TO SEND YOU TO THE HOSPITAL! YAWWWWWWWWN!

Victoria pauses and pretends to yawn in an exaggerated fashion just to further prove her point.

Victoria Salinas: It’s like you learned NOTHING from Don Tirri because you’re making the exact same mistake that he made. Keep digging your own grave, because at the end of the day...

“Victoria Salinas? Hey, I was just looking for…”

Panning to the left, we see none other than Vance Isaac Parker entering the shot.

Vance Issac Parker: Oh, my bad, I didn’t realize you were in the middle of something. Should I come back later, or…?

Victoria Salinas: No, it’s fine. Can I help you?

Vance Issac Parker: Hey, I just wanted to say, about Legendary...you stuck your neck out there to save me, and you didn’t have to. Who knows what would have happened if you didn’t, and I just wanted to say thanks.

Victoria Salinas: It’s no problem. I just did what I had to do. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I don’t stand for that type of nonsense. Besides, it’s not like Bianca has made my life a picnic here. Then again, it’s not like GIRLS like her ever have in my entire life. God, I can’t stand the basic bitch like her...

VIP reaches his hand behind his head and scratches an itch for a moment.

Vance Issac Parker: So, that gives me an idea then. I know it’s not really your fight, but you and Bianca don’t get along. And you know she’s gonna be out for payback after what you did to her. Rather than looking over your shoulder every day waiting, why not get the jump on her.

Victoria Salinas: What do you mean?

Vance Issac Parker: I’m clearly on a collision course with Tiffany in the near future. And where Tiffany is, Bianca is sure to be nearby. Can you...I mean, would you like to join me, at Legendary Eighteen, in taking out the two of them once and for all? A tag team match...maybe no disqualification, I don’t know, that’s up to the matchmakers to decide. But how about it, what do you say?

Victoria Salinas: If you need a partner for those two basic bitches, you’ve got one…

Ruby Kirk: Strong words for Jaworski right from the mouth of Salinas! I can't wait to see what their match is gonna be, D'Abruzzo!

Marci D'Abruzzo: C'mon Kirk. Let's focus on the task at hand! You're like a goddamn child. Geez...

Softcore Match
"The Green Fairy" Madori
vs.
"The Green Mosquito" Keiji Sugiwara

DING DING DING!!!

Keiji stealthily circles Madori, who staggers as she tries to keep up. The two lock up in the middle and Keiji seizes Dori in a headlock. Madori slips out and reverses into a hammerlock which Keiji switches into an arm wringer before flipping Madori over onto her back.

Ruby Kirk: Sugiwara with the leg drop attempt but Mador rolls out of the way andi kips up!

Keiji and Madori lock up again, Keiji going for the irish whip. Madori keeps her footing and reverses, sending Keiji crashing into the corner. Madori points to Keiji who is slumping in the corner and gives the signal as she runs in with her take on the bronco buster.

Crowd: SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!

Keiji falls to the mat as Madori stops. She rolls out of the ring and starts looking underneath it.

Ruby Kirk: Haha! I told ya there was gonna be a pool noodle!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I knew that this was going to be ridiculous.

Dori shakes her head as the pool toy is followed up by a couple of kickboards which she throws into the ring. This is followed by an inflatable hammer, various stuffed animals, a connect four board game and a sheet of styrofoam which ends up resting in the corner.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ah! It looks as though Dori has finally found a bag that she actually likes, but who knows what the hell is in it?

Madori grins as she holds the bag up to her ear and rattles it around before throwing it into the ring. The crowd had been slowly heating up as Keiji got to his feet in the background and had started making an exaggerated run up.

Ruby Kirk: SENTON ATOMICO onto Madori on the outside!

The crowd goes nuts for the high risk move as Keiji crashes into Dori and they both crash into the barricade.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Look at that body pile.

It's Keiji who gets up first, hauling Madori back up and rolling her back inside. Keiji gets a laugh as he grabs a kickboard and hits an aided leg drop, going for the cover..

ONE
TWO

Marci D'Abruzzo: Madori kicks out.

Keiji drags Dori back to her feet and irish whips her, ducking down for a backdrop but getting a kick in the face for his troubles.

Ruby Kirk: Madori with a sunset flip powerbomb on Sugiwara, and the roll up pin!

ONE
TWO
TH..

Marci: And Keiji with the shoulder up...

The crowd cheer for it as Madori crawls over and grabs the bag, holding it up high as she gets to her feet!

Madori: TACKS???

Crowd: WE WANT TACKS! WE WANT TACKS! WE WANT TACKS!

Madori looks down at Keiji who is starting to get back up. She excitedly opens the bag and turns it upside down, only for her face to fall as hundreds of Tic Tacs spill out onto the mat surface, making the crowd burst into laughter as Dori hurls the empty sack and tells them to shut up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dori turns back around into a kick to the gut from Keiji..

The fans laugh as Madori stumbles back, receiving a hard smack to the face from Keiji with a palm full of glitter!

Marci D'Abruzzo: The AUDACITY!

Ruby Kirk: And what a brainbuster into the styrofoam in the corner by the Green Mosquito!

Keiji drags Madori out into the middle as he hypes the fans up for his flashy rendition of the Superstar elbow.

Ruby Kirk: LOADED FOR BEAR!

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner - KEIIIJJIII SUUUUGIWAAAARA!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well that was fun!

Ruby Kirk: I wholeheartedly agree, it w..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Goddamn it, Kirk! You don't know sarcasm when you see it? That was some of the dorkiest BS I've seen in years!

Ruby Kirk: I mean, I saw your highschool photos the other day, and I..

Marci D'Abruzzo: NO comment! We've got a segment to get through!

We see Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy both coming to the ring, as they have a bit of a pop from the crowd, though, they had a bit of a mission. The Dog Pound had stolen their money and trashed their place, as they spoke.

Jane Adler: Didn't expect us to show up here on Glory, did you?

She said, as the good natured redheads weren't confrontational.

Sadie Cassidy: You both challenged us to come here, and here we are. You get your asses down to this ring right now!

She said, as the crowd wanted to see them fight badly, as Jane followed up.

Jane Adler: We've come to collect our money, and reparations for every last thing you broke in our saloon.

Sadie Cassidy: And if we don't get it, we'll take it out on you...

She said with a threat, as Sadie was angry at them, but, they didn't expect the tron to fire up. The sound of have laughter fills the arena as the sound of fingers snapping comes from the screen. The cameras pan over to see Tom Torch holding a camera in his hand while also holding a sledgehammer.

Tom Torch: Did you really think we would make this easy for you two?

Tom hands the camera over to someone in the room as he holds the sledgehammer up.

Tom Torch: You broads have no clue what we can do.

A sick smirk appears on his face as Tom and the camera is seen walking down the hallway. As he was walking, the front of the Yellow Rose Saloon was seen, as Jane was shocked and calling out.

Jane Adler: What the hell?! Why are you doing this?!

She asked, as both she and Sadie were in shock from this. A door opens as Bradley Alford appears as Tom Torch stops to greet his friend and tag partner. The camera pans up to show REGULATORS PRIVATE RESTROOM. Brad is smiling from ear to ear as Tom looks at him.

Bradley Alford: That bean burrito was good but it went right through me.

Tom Torch: So you ready to send those two bitches a message.

Tom and Brad step into the saloon. They start trashing the place some more as the customers were running out of the bar. Tom drops the sledgehammer and slams a couple security guards through some of the tables.

Bradley Alford: Hey, I found some more money.

Tom Torch: Grab what you can carry, I’m sure they won’t be missing it.

Brad does just that as the camera pans around to see a lot of carnage. Both of them look in shock at what they had done, and appeared to be devastated and distraught with their bullying, as Jane and Sadie rush backstage to try to salvage what they can. Tom and Brad finishes everything up. They leave the area after leaving the place in shambles. The two men make it to an area without being followed. Tom motions for the camera to focus on him.

Tom Torch: Ladies, consider this a warning. Next time, we won’t be so gentle.

Tom placed his hands over the camera as it goes black.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You play stupid games, and you're gonna win stupid prizes. What a sentiment. What did I just say earlier, Kirk? Stupid games, stupid prizes and yadda yadda yadda..

Ruby Kirk: No time for that now, D'Abruzzo! Check this out!

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PRE-TAPED -- PREVIOUSLY RECORDED

The camera approaches a door backstage with a placard reading “SEOUL QUEENS” upon it. We can hear the sound of gleeful commotion from outside as a production assistant opens the door, delivering . It was then that we see Kaede Tanabe handing two champagne flutes to her clients… IPW Heavyweight Champion Jenn Drew and NEW Pride of 1WM Champion Rei Park.

Kaede Tanabe: Only the best French champagne for my girls.

Upon retrieving a flute of her own, Kaede is all smiles as she holds them up, ready to toast her two clients.

Kaede Tanabe: Here’s to Seoul Queens holding all the singles gold in 1WM. May your reigns be long lasting.

All three women clink their glasses together before taking sips.

Rei Park: And to think, just a few months ago we were at each others’ throats and displeased with the constant Glory bookings.

Jenn Drew: Now look at us… ruling glory and garnering more haters each week.

Rei Park: Oh that’s one of my favorite parts. I’m just glad to be past that idiot Jacob Striker.

Kaede Tanabe: I always look out for the welfare of my clients. You ladies were smart signing with me. I walk the walk and not talk the talk unlike that so-called “executive representative”. Man, does he like the sound of his own voice.

Rei takes another sip of her champagne as she adjusts the weight of the Pride of 1WM title belt that was slung over her shoulder.

Rei Park: I don’t want to talk nor think about either of them. I just want to celebrate my win.

Jenn Drew: Don’t forget my retention.

Rei Park: But of course.

Jenn Drew: We might be individual champions but we are and always will be Seoul Queens. We have fought long and hard to get to where we are now and we aren’t going to let the words…

Rei Park: Salty bitches. I know you don’t like swearing all that much.

Jenn Drew: I think this was a time when using the world bitch was warranted.

Rei Park: You and I have been saying for weeks that we are more resourceful than others think we are. But they all sat back and spoke the same beaten dead rhetoric week in and week out. The fact of the matter is that I think they were scared in a few ways.

Kaede Tanabe: All of that was all in the past and now both of you should be looking forward to the future. I have plans ready for both of you moving forward, starting with a couple of Japanese media appearances and promo shoots in Tokyo. I know you also want to visit your family Rei so I made sure that you’re not too busy.

Rei Park: OK. That sounds good to me. Maybe wearing this through the airport will get me a free upgrade to first class. Business class is nice and all, I’m not complaining at all.

Kaede Tanabe: Oh that is already taken care of. . Both of you will be flying first class out of Moscow to your respective destinations. In fact, we’ll be sitting next to each other to Tokyo Reika. You both are highly deserving of that.

Jenn Drew: That is something that I can agree and get on board with. Here’s to flying the skies in the comfiest seats on the plane.

Rei Park: Don’t forget the leg room.

Jenn Drew: We’re all short so I don’t think leg room is as much of a deal for us as it is for others.

Rei and Kaede both laugh as they continue to sip at their champagne. Kaede takes on big gulp, emptying her glass before she sets it back down.

Kaede Tanabe: I have a few more bits of business to take care of before we all get out of here. You two continue to enjoy yourselves and finish changing out of your gear. I’ll be back in time to head to the hotel with you.

Kaede grabs her black designer bag and slings it into the ditch of her elbow.

Kaede Tanabe: Also, feel free to polish off that champagne. There will be more waiting for you in your rooms.

With a wink, Kaede exits the room leaving Rei and Jenn alone with a half empty champagne bottle.

Jenn Drew: You heard the woman.

Rei Park: I’m not about to left perfectly good champagne go to waste.

With a smile on her face, Rei finishes off her glass before grabbing the bottle to refill it. She then tops off Jenn’s glass as well and they clink their glasses together and take sips as the scene fades out to black.

There's a mixed reaction as we cut to Mickey Greer in the foyer, looking less than pleased. It appears as though he is about to speak, but he simply shakes his head and gives the wheel a husky spin.

Ruby Kirk: I guess he forgot to mention that this one is a tag match between The Shinigami Foundation and Rebel Rousers, yo. But again, whatever this wheel lands on, OneDub is gonna play it how it lays!

The fan excitement builds as the wheel starts to slow down over "CAGE MATCH" and a little more as it passes "FIRST BLOOD".

Marci D'Abruzzo: C'MON buried alive!!

The crowd seems to agree with Marci as the wheel looks like it's going to stop there, but it rolls over to "STREET FIGHT" at the last second.

Mickey Greer: I guess that this one is a WHAT THE...

Mickey Greer quickly dives out of the way as David Belmont sends Teddy Morse flying right where his head would have been!

Marci D'Abruzzo: And here comes the cavalry!

Chase Evans dives on top of Belmont and starts raining down punches, and Slayer takes Morse down with a dropkick as he's getting to his feet.

Ruby Kirk: I don't think these guys understood the meaning of street fight all that well, but it's ON!

Marci D'Abruzzo: How unexciting..

Tag Team Street Fight
Rebel Rousers
vs.
The Shinigami Foundation

Morse, Evans, Belmont and Slayer brawl through the hallway, and a lot of heads bouncing off walls occurs along the way.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Listen to these Texas morons hoot and holler as these four savages finally bumble their way out into the arena!

Since the referee can actually see the match in progress now, he doesn't hesitate to properly commence this tag team street fight.

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: Oof! Morse has to be the worse for wear as Belmont nails him with a rough running spinebuster into the barricade wall!

Marci D'Abruzzo: And look at Evans and Slayer go at it! Chase Evans with the reach, getting the better of this exchange!

Slayer stumbles and falls backward down the ramp after a relentless rain of punches, and the crowd cheers Chase on as he dives on top and carries on with it, but this allows Alex to reverse it on him. The two roll around raining down punches on each other as Belmont goes to send Teddy flying with a uranage suplex, but Teddy retains his footing and sends Belmont staggering and crashing into the ring apron with a harsh European uppercut instead.

Teddy Morse: Yo CHASE get over 'ere!

Chase smacks Slayer's head into the ramp one more time before marching over with a quizzical look.

Chase Evans: You ain't gonna hit him!

Teddy Morse: Why?!

Chase Evans: Cuz I'mma hit him!

Teddy Morse: Naw you ain't!

Teddy/Chase: We both gon' hit him!

Both Teddy and Chase rear back and nail Belmont with a stereo punch to the jaw.

Ruby Kirk: Bit o' the ol' Double Fistin' action right there!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Please don't call it that.

Ruby Kirk: Wait a minute!

The fans perk up as Slayer stalks, seizes his spot and collects both Teddy and Chase with a neat running dropkick, causing them to crash into each other. Slayer sees Belmont struggling and he helps him up before pointing to Teddy..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bridging dragon suplex on Teddy Morse by Slayer! And Belmont is coming off with the neckbreaker!

Ruby Kirk: They're setting up for the GEOSTIGM~ WOW!

Crowd: OHHHH!

The crowd is amazed as Teddy slips out of the predicament, right as Chase's superkick nails Alex in the jaw out of nowhere!

Ruby Kirk: Wheelbarrow cutter on Belmont!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HOOK LINE & SINKER on Slayer! Morse with the cover!

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here are your winners, via pinfall, RRRREBEL RRROUUUSERRRS!

Chase excitedly helps Teddy up as their music hits.

Ruby Kirk: Unexpectedly entertaining match here!

Marci D'Abruzzo: What do you mean unexpected? Rebel Rousers came to kick ass, as always! This was always gonna be exciting!

Ruby Kirk: But...you. Y'know what? Not gonna argue with ya, D'Abruzzo. We're just gonna cut to commercial!

When we come back from commercial, it's a beaming Cedric Southern himself who is tasked with spinning the wheel.

Ruby Kirk: The boss man's gonna decide what kind of match we're having for a briefcase opportunity for the Pride of 1WM title!

Marci D'Abruzzo: If anything is for certain? Skye Devereaux, Katrina Culpepper and Faye Lange all deserve to be in contention.

Ruby Kirk: He's spinning!

There is surprising strength on the part of Cedric as he sends that wheel flying. It takes a good 40 seconds for it to even start to slow down, and the fans perk up as the dial rolls over "HOUSE OF FUN" and continues on over "PARKING LOT BRAWL", finally coming to rest on "LADDER".

Ruby Kirk: I like it! The Dallas Sportatorium likes it!

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's because you're all a pack of fickle mush heads! Let's go to the match, already!

Triple Threat Ladder Match
Winner Receives Pride of 1WM Championship Opportunity Briefcase

Culpepper isn't even waiting for the bell as she immediately lunges for Devereux and renders her helpless and choking with a vicious throat punch, dropping her to a knee. Faye sees red, and Lange and Culpepper start to exchange open palm strikes as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: Devereux really got rocked early with that throat punch from Culpepper!

Skye rolls to the outside and down to the floor as Katrina catches a forearm shot from Faye, twists the arm back around and reels her into a sharp Discus clothesline!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HAIL CANADA meets its mark!

Katrina Culpepper celebrates the big move, only to fall to her knees as a flying ladder from Devereux nails her right in the back.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Naw. She was playing possum. Just a damn excuse to make ladders happen!

There's a clatter sound as Skye hurls another ladder into the ring, and it bounces off the first.

Ruby Kirk: Skye rolling back in, and a running basement dropkick to the back of the head of Culpepper!

Skye gets the fans behind her as she hauls Lange to her feet and doubles her over with a knee to the gut.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Skye setting her up for a slingshot suplex onto the ladders!

The fans cheer as Faye manages to cling to the ropes and nope out, and Devereaux turns back around only to eat a sidewalk slam on the ladder pile!

Ruby Kirk: Flagpole BROKE! Culpepper and Devereux are down!

Lange sees her chance as she gets back up, setting up a ladder underneath the briefcase as she starts to make her ascent.

Ruby Kirk: It's Lange's time!

The fans cheer as Skye Devereaux gets a grip and starts to make her way up the ladder. Lange and Devereux both exchange punches atop the ladder, until Culpepper hits a precision running dropkick, knocking the whole ladder over!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Lange crashes into the corner, and Devereux just about joins us in our damn laps!

The fans start to boo as Katrina Culpepper sets up the unharmed ladder and makes her climb.

Ruby Kirk: Faye Lange is still in this!

Katrina Culpepper sneakily boots Faye off the ladder, sending her crashing to the mat before Katrina unclips the handle of the briefcase and pulls it down before grinning triumphantly as she holds the briefcase aloft.

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, The Canadian Nightmare, KAAATRINNA CULLLLPEPPERR!

Marci D'Abruzzo: With Culpepper's apparent ferocity, she could really become a major player here in 1WM in short order!

Ruby Kirk: What makes you so sure?

Marci D'Abruzzo: For starters, she's the #1 contender to the Pride strap, and nobody can take that away from her! I'm tired of your attitude, Kirk. We're going to a segment!

We cut to the backstage hallway to find “the Ginger Ninja” Molly O’Hatherine on her cell phone, smiling and chuckling, clearly having a great conversation.

Molly O’Hatherine:: Aye… aye love. Donnae’ worry, if I see Bianca, I’ll knock her bloody head from her shoulders, bounce it off a wall, put it back on and then kick it off again just because her face pisses me off, yeah!

A few more words over the line get her eyebrows waggling a bit with a bit of a naughty grin.

Molly O’Hatherine: ooooh really now? Yeah I’d love that. When I get back, we’ll check it out fer sure!

From a view of O’Hatherine’s perspective, “the Pint-Sized Kaiju” Coda walks up and waits patiently for the call to end, clearly with something to say. Another bright laugh escapes those freckled lips, Molly’s head whipping back at the joke she’s told on the other end.

Molly O’Hatherine: You keep teasing me like that and I’ll show ye’ what’s done with meatballs, yeah!

A few more words are exchanged, barely heard from the other end on such a tiny speaker, Molly nodding her head a bit as Coda keeps waiting quietly.

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye dearie, love ye’ too.

She kisses the receiver, then ends the call. Immediately Molly turns right into a masked Coda and nearly jumps out of her skin with a loud yipe and a chuckle!

Molly O’Hatherine: BLOODY HELL! Ahahahahahahaaa…. I’m supposed ta’ be tha’ Ninja here! What can I do fer ye’ lass?

The woman awkwardly fidgets as she stands, black hues down to avoid eye contact with her friend. Molly thinks about it for a moment, then nods with another little chuckle.

Molly O’Hatherine: Ye’ look like ye’ve got somethin’ on yer mind. What’s wrong?

Coda: Ursula. Surely you heard the announcement, yes? We are to fight for the number one contendership of the Splat Multiuniversal Championship in mere weeks. Some might argue it is an unwinnable fight. She has effortlessly dropped hundreds of bodies, and I lag behind.

She thinks for a moment, her body stiff with the cold, long digits of her right hand wrapped around the index finger of her left. Without thought, Coda mindlessly pulls.

Coda: Even so, I fear I may well hesitate. My friendship with her is strong, and I do not wish to do damage to her career trajectory.

With a crossing of her arms and a lean against the wall, Molly gives a little nod of her head.

Molly O’Hatherine: I suppose, yeah. It’s always hard fer me ta’ face a friend, but a true friend knows tha’ nature of tha’ sport and will take the challenge head on proper. It’s always a good thing when we can test each other without prejudice or hateful feelings, yeah? That’s tha’ part I look forward to when workin’ with friends, even if there’s a small part of me that feels as if I might be stealing an opportunity from them, but should she win? Wish her well fer if she were a friend, she’d do tha’ same in turn.

She shoots Coda a little reassuring smile, receiving a nod in response.

Coda: I suppose you are right. She will most certainly understand.

The Pint-Sized Kaiju takes a deep breath and sits down beside her friend, legs extended in front of her with her back on the hallway wall.

Coda: So much has happened in the last few months of One Wrestle Movement. It… is overwhelming, yes?

Molly O’Hatherine: Tis alot goin’ on. Ye’ve got tha’ two factions at war with each other, though I wouldnae’ call it much of a war, considering the leader of one seems to be constantly helpin’ tha’ other. I’ve also ne’er seen anyone as desperate as Solomon Monster tryin’ so hard ta’ get someone dependable on his team like you. Tha’ fact that he’s dumb enough ta’ think he can pull one over on ye’ is just ridiculous! Yer too smart fer that.

She gives Coda’s shoulder a pat.

Coda: I grow tired of wars.

Molly gives a nod of understanding.

Molly O’Hatherine: All I want is fer our world ta’ go as it should and without people meddling and fawkin’ it all up. Sadly though, it ne’er sticks. Ye’ll beat ‘em back and have peace fer a moment’s breath only fer tha’ next numpty headed bastard ta’ step up and say, ‘OI THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE!’ and then people like us go, ‘OH FAWK YYYYOOOUU!’ and put fists ta’ faces. I’d rather it all be about tha’ matches and fights. We donnae’ need this shite, yeah. Let tha’ people decide and donnae’ tell what their decision will be fer them. Erick St. John and Solomon Monster are both wrong.

Coda: Is this the Hatchet Clan stance? The ‘revolution’ you attempt to start?

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye, a revolution not of my will upon others, but of freedom of choice. WE choose our fate. WE decide what has meaning. The fans and us together. Not tha’ Kartel, not tha’ Renaissance, the people that make our world possible, lass. Tha’ Hatchet Clan is a family but not like tha’ Kartel that uses each other, but instead we support each other, show love, and donnae’ hurt tha’ sport but help it thrive. That’s me goal with this. Solomon? He’s going to lead all of this to ruin and Erick, I cannae’ say will be a much better alternative. The sport stagnates without forward movement and what is in tha’ name of this brand? One Wrestle MOVEMENT.

Coda pauses, her mouth still covered by her lower half face mask. She looks down at the tiled floor between her feet, then looks back at Molly.

Coda: Thank you for this talk.

The American-Korean walks away. Molly nods her head.

Molly O’Hatherine: Later dearie.

She then turns and heads the opposite direction towards the Sportatorium roof access nearby.

Ruby Kirk: O'Hatherine with some words of wisdom and encouragement! She's...

Marci D'Abruzzo: Just as big a snake in the damn grass as I've ever seen, Kirk! Bah. I need to wash that taste outta my mouth. Let's go catch another segment!

We cut backstage. Mari Moon is in the locker room with Driller Jaworski, who is sitting on a chair and staring at a calendar hanging in his locker.

Mari Moon: I’m here with Driller Jaworksi, who’s got a match tonight against “Unbreakable” Victoria Salinas, but right now, he seems a little preoccupied. Driller, why are you staring at this calendar?

He doesn’t even look up at her.

Driller Jaworski: I’m counting down the days until I get that little pissant William James Cordova in the ring, where I’ll be able to do what I want to him any way I want to do it without facing any legal repercussions. Just 15 more days, 15 more days, 15 more days…

He continues saying “15 more days” when Mari interrupts.

Mari Moon: Victoria Salinas has previously accused you of focusing too much on William James Cordova and looking past her. Is she right? Are you too distracted by your match with William James Cordova on June 30?

Driller shoots a look at Mari and grabs the microphone away from her. She shies away as he stands up slowly and stares straight into the camera, his face almost taking up the whole frame.

Driller Jaworski: There’s nothing wrong with looking towards the future. That’s what most successful people do. They plan for the long-term while still keeping an eye on the present. Maybe, Victoria, you’re not one for setting long-term goals, but as for me, I’m looking towards my ultimate goal, which is snapping Cordova in half like a twig and leaving him lifeless in the middle of the ring. But don’t think for one second that I’m looking past you. No matter my future plans, I always focus on the task in front of me, and tonight, you and that dainty neck of yours are my task.

Looking past you? On the contrary, I’ll be looking right at you tonight. In fact, I’m going to be looking right into those pretty eyes of yours, because the eyes tell us a lot about what a person is feeling. You know, everybody’s been wearing masks for the past year because of the pandemic, but I’ve always found that I could still tell what was going through people’s minds just by looking at their eyes. I can tell when someone’s happy. I can tell when someone’s sad. I can tell when someone’s angry.

What are your eyes going to say tonight? They’re going to say a lot of things. They’re going to say “I’m in pain.” They’re going to stay “I can’t move.” They’re going to say “I’m so afraid.” And finally, your eyes will express the revelation that you will never step into a wrestling ring again. And as much as I am looking forward to having my way with Cordova in 15 days, I am very much looking forward to having my way with you tonight and seeing fear, dread, and pain fill up those big brown eyes tonight.

He looks back at Mari Moon.

Driller Jaworski: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to look at my calendar again.

He throws her the microphone and as she scurries off. The camera gets one more shot of Driller studying his calendar before fading.

Ruby Kirk: He's definitely a strange bird, this Driller Jaworski.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh? Maybe the way you live your life is strange to Driller, Kirk. Perspective, always.

Ruby Kirk: Wh...what?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Never mind that, Butterscotch has a wheel to spin.

The fans perk up in anticipation as we cut to the foyer right as Butterscotch gives it a big old spin.

Ruby Kirk: This is to decide between El Diablo Blanco and William James Cordova who our first finalist in the Glory Championship Tournament will be!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Come on, land on inferno match! I want to see this!

The fans get loud as Marci almost gets her wish, but the wheel keeps on rolling a little bit more and finally stops on "SUBMISSION".

Marci D'Abruzzo: Eh. Tap, snap of nap. I can work with that!

Ruby Kirk: You're a sicko, D'Abruzzo. Let's go to the match already!

Glory Championship Tournament Semi-Finals
Submission Match
El Diablo Blanco
vs.
William James Cordova

DING DING DING!!!

El Diablo Blanco claps rhythmically, getting the crowd on his side as the two men circle before moving in for the lock up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Cordova sidesteps the lock up and gets the go behind. Full nelson attempt..

The fans perk up as El D stomps and gets the reversal, switching it up into a headlock takedown and moving in for a leg scissors, but Cordova rolling out of the way..

Ruby Kirk: Both men to their feet, wild looking arm drag from El Diablo Blanco!

El D goes for another as Cordova gets back to his feet but Cordova blocks and sends El D staggering back with a harsh European uppercut!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Cordova belts out another European uppercut and moves in for a crossface..

The fans perk up some more when El Diablo Blanco counters with an impromptu judo style arm drag and then hits the ropes, catching Cordova with a springboard Tornado DDT just as he's getting up..

Ruby Kirk: It looks as though El Diablo Blanco is feelin' FROGGY as he heads for the high rent district, Marci!

The fans roar with approval as El D springs from the top rope onto a waiting Cordova..

Marci D'Abruzzo: RYDEOFYOURLIFE out of nowhere! And Cordova latches on and drags that masked goon to the mat with that CORDOVA CLUTCH!

El Diablo Blanco struggles desperately, almost getting to the bottom rope before Cordova edges the submission hold back out into the middle. El D eventually nods to the referee that he gives in and the official calls for the bell!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via submission and a finalist in the Glory Championship Tournament - WILLLIAAAAM CORDOOOOVVVAAAA!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Like him or lump him, Kirk. Cordova showed us why some are calling him the dark horse of this Glory championship tournament. He just might go on to win it all.

Ruby Kirk: As our first finalist, you could very well be right. I can't wait to find out who else we have once we narrow the field some more tonight!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hold your horses, we gotta spin this stupid wheel again first. We need to know just what we have in store for Victoria Salinas versus Driller Jaworski!
.
Mari doesn't keep the fans waiting as she gives the wheel a good spin. The fan excitement ebbs and flows as we pass over "TABLE MATCH" and "I QUIT" and "HARDCORE" to finally come to rest on "FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE", which the crowd eats up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Isn't it essentially the same thing?

Ruby Kirk: Let's go out to the arena, my child. You shall be enlightened!

Imagine Dragons’ “Whatever It Takes” kicks off and Victoria Salinas steps out onto the stage. As she starts to make her way down the ramp.

Ruby Kirk: Oh damn what the hell was that?!

Quickly the camera cuts to the security barricade to catch Bianca Davis leaping from the floor, to the top of the barricade, and onto Victoria with a flying double-fisted Polish Hammer to the face of Victoria! The impact naturally sends Victoria crashing to the floor all the while Tiffany Page comes strolling out of the gorilla position with a steel chair in hand!

Marci D'Abruzzo: This is why you never stick your nose in someone else’s business. That’s rule number one.

Bianca begins stomping all around Victoria, the Garvin Stomp variety as Tiffany approaches closer. For emphasis, she loudly slams the chair against the floor twice, and then raises it up over her head to a massive round of cheers?

Ruby Kirk: Hey, look! Isn’t that…

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh God not that guy.

Right as Tiffany went to swing the chair down, it stopped. The hell? Again she tried swinging the chair down, and again it stopped. It pulled back, and standing right behind her was none other than Vance Isaac Parker! Tiffany rolled her eyes as VIP took the chair and threw it to the side. Bianca stopped for a moment to look up, slowly approaching VIP as she saw him...leading Victoria to kick her foot out and directly into the fold of Bianca’s knee, sending her into Tiffany, and Tiffany into VIP.

Tiffany first got up to check on Bianca while Victoria came to, and tried a double leg takedown at Tiffany, but Bianca caught it and took Victoria’s ankles into her hands, and with Tiffany’s help, together they slingshot Victoria into a just rising VIP!

Ruby Kirk: What is happening, can we get some help out here?

VIP tries to catch her, but the momentum staggers him backwards. Tiffany steps in and takes a disoriented Victoria into a rear waistlock, and heaves her back in a belly-to-back suplex - or at least that was the plan, but Victoria quickly stomps on Tiffany’s toes with all her strength, causing her to release her hold. VIP then gets his bearings right and nods at Victoria, the two coming together to take Tiffany to the floor with a thunderous double clothesline! Tiffany’s head snaps back to the floor from the impact, but there’s no time to celebrate as Bianca lunges forward to drive a high knee to the back of VIP’s head, sending him to the floor face first! Victoria then turns to Bianca and without a second of thought takes her off her feet with that double leg takedown, and slides into a mount position, raining down punches onto Bianca and forcing her to cover up as best she can!

Ruby Kirk: This is getting ridiculous….

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nah, I say let ‘em kill each other. It makes for good TV!

Ruby Kirk: How can you say such a thing?!

Tiffany slowly starts to get up, albeit while rubbing the back of her head, while VIP pushes himself up off the floor. It didn’t take long for their eyes to lock. This brawl was clearly taking its toll on them all, but VIP and Tiffany fought through the fatigue and the bruises to get to their feet. Tiffany started with a southpaw jab, to which VIP caught - but Tiffany responded in kind with a midsection kick, doubling VIP over, gasping for air! Tiffany continued, landing a knife-edge chop to his chest to further take his breath away, then a good, solid punch to the face, dotting his left eye with a full impact punch.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Aww, here we go! This is getting good now!

Ruby Kirk: How can you be so bloodthirsty, these are all human beings and the human body is not meant to take such punishment…

Marci D'Abruzzo: I’m a bitch, it’s what I do. Also, shut up, Kirk. This is a falls count anywhere!

The referee rolls his eyes, shrugs and calls for the bell as Driller takes full advantage of this current arrangement..

Falls Count Anywhere Match
Driller Jaworski
vs.
Victoria Salinas

DING DING DING!!!

Driller snorted at Victoria, feint demands of “Fetch Me Cordova” could be heard while the official checked ovr Victoria following that nasty fight that just transpired. Against his better judgment, he allows the match to start on Victoria’s wish. Victoria with her left arm held close to her chest, pushes herself up to her feet. Adrenaline kicking in, she was not about to lose this fight that easily.

BAM!

Just like that, Driller ran full steam into Victoria, leveling her face with a big boot just as she was ready to fight! She fell backward to the mat as Driller bellowed loud enough to hear without a mic.

FEED
ME
CORDOVA

Driller turns his attention back to Victoria...just in time to see her sit up. Driller looked almost speechless that she was choosing not to play dead. Quickly, he snaps down onto Victoria with an elbow drop, but this Victoria moves even quicker and Driller crashes hard into the mat. She knew she needed to think fast and stay away from the clear power game Jaworski would be trying to...sigh...drill her with. Driller yelps in pain while Victoria quickly stomps and stomps and stomps and stomps before finally going back to the ropes and returning with a basement dropkick to the spine of Driller just as he tried to sit up. Victoria slides into a lateral press as the official starts to count, but not even a one count before the big man powers out. He mumbles at Victoria.

CORDOVA

Victoria shakes her head and goes back to the ropes, this time bouncing off the middle rope to return with a springboard clothesline as Driller furiously gets up...but Driller catches her arm and THROWS her back into the ropes! He charges head on to Victoria who, simply, pulls down the top rope to send him stumbling over to the apron. Quicker still on her feet, Victoria jumps onto the second turnbuckle, and then onto Driller with a springboard dropkick, an impact that sends him crashing down to the floor!

Ruby Kirk: She’s fighting with all she’s got!

Marci D'Abruzzo: It’s only a matter of time though…

Furiously Driller slams his meathook like fists on the floor to push himself up while Victoria vaults herself over the top rope, wrapping her legs around Driller’s head but before she can finish the hurricanrana, Driller smashes her to the floor with a thunderous powerbomb! The hard cam zoomed in intently on Driller’s face, as the man bellowed again…

FEED
ME
CORDOVA

Ruby: Is it just me, or does Jaworski have an unhealthy obsession with William Cordova?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yes.

And Victoria sat up.

Ruby Kirk: She’s not dead yet?

Marci D'Abruzzo: A fool to the very end. She should have just let him think she was.

Quickly Victoria kicked Driller's knee, shin, upper thigh, any limb she could reach that would bring the mammoth of a man down. Driller lets out a roar, and seethes the word “Cordova” through hisses and jeers while Victoria rolls through behind him and with a final kick to the back of the knee, collapses him to the floor. From there she grabbed his bad leg and leaned back into an elevated [half] boston crab. Driller let out a whine but kicked Victoria off before he could come close to tapping out. A little more gingerly this time, he pushed himself to his feet and beat his chest, bellowing at Victoria.

FEED
ME
CORDOVA

But Victoria wasn’t scared. She locked eyes with the mammoth and slapped her knee. She ran forward at him, jumping up into the air with a Busaiku Knee - to which Driller ducked, then brought his arm across Victoria’s throat, and with a discus motion, slammed her down with a spinning reverse STO!

Ruby Kirk: Right on the floor too!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I told you she should have just called it quits at the start…

On the loud, unsettling thud Victoria’s body made against the thinly padded floor, Driller placed one foot across Victoria’s chest and beat his own, once again bellowing into the arena…

FEED
ME
CORDOVA

The official drops down to count the elementary pinfall.

1!
2!

…

Victoria kicks out, and sits up!

Ruby Kirk: The vigilante rises!

Marci D'Abruzzo: This woman just isn’t bright is she?

At this point Driller begins to side eye his opponent this evening. Clearly she was providing far more resiliency than he had originally given credit for. Then it hit him. To the side, he caught the steel steps. He turned and made his way over to them, roaring and snorting as he did. With a grunt he literally ripped the steps from their resting place and deadlifted them above his head, shouting out.

FEED
ME
CORDOVA

As he did so. Victoria looked up at him in a brief fright as the steps came down onto her, but she quickly scattered from what may very well have been legalized murder! Then she kicked at Driller’s bad knee causing him to go down - and right head first into the steps he was carrying! Quickly she pulls him off the steps and flips him over, covering him with a tight lateral press.

1!
2!
Kick out!

Ruby Kirk: A close near fall by Victoria.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Only because she “used” those steps. Face it, she had to use a weapon to get any momentum!

Ruby Kirk: ...it’s a falls count anywhere match though?

Slowly Driller stumbles to his feet while Victoria climbs the apron. She boots for Driller to bellow out another battle cry to jump onto the middle rope, and springboard off into a moonsault to the standing Driller, the impact pushing him back into the steel barricade! Victoria takes a moment to catch her breath, and that’s when a frantic Driller roars to life on auxiliary power, doubling Victoria over with a sharp boot to the gut, setting her in perfect position.

Ruby Kirk: Oh no, we’ve seen this before…

Marci D'Abruzzo: The same way natural selection always turns out...the inferior species is eliminated.

Hooking both arms Driller takes Victoria up and crashes her down face first with the Drill Bit (double underhook driver)! Once again the hard cam zooms in on Driller…

FEED
ME
CORDOVA

As the cam pans back out, we watch Victoria sit up!

Ruby Kirk: We’ve got a chance here!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Waitaminute what is even happening?!

Almost in panic, Driller quickly takes Victoria up and agan levels her with the Drill Bit, this time he makes the emphatic cover with a hook of the far leg, as the referee makes the count.

ONE
TWO
THREE

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, DRRRRRILLLER JAAAAWORRRRSKIII!

Ruby Kirk: Brutal man right here.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're damn right. Nothing against Salinas, because she is one hell of a talent. But this Jaworski guy has a bloodlust that is just.. uncommon, to say the least.

Ruby Kirk: He's got me shuddering, that's for sure. I really want to cut to this segment right about now. And when we come back, it's off to the wheel again for yet another tag team contest!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh no no. We ain't doing that before we cut to another commercial, Kirk. Who do ya think is even paying us, ya dumb bit..

When we come back from commercial, we are in the hallway backstage, 1WM’s well-known interviewer Butterscotch wears a freshly pressed suit and a genuine smile as she stands at the center of our screens with a microphone to her lips.

Butterscotch Monroe: Hello! I’m Butterscotch Monroe, and this is—

Coda: No.

The investigative journalist looks flummoxed by Coda’s reaction, shock on her face as she watches the 1WM Tag Team Championship contender walk right past her in a huff! Ursula arches her brow, watching her partner walk away in a huff. She turns her gaze back toward Butterscotch.

Ursula Von Rossbach: If you will excuse me, Ms. Munroe.

She promptly turns and walks away, leaving the interviewer behind, who shrugs her shoulders. Eventually, Ursula catches up with Coda.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Problems, Ms. Coda?

Coda bites her lower lip before she pulls up her mask over her nose and mouth. Despite having been fully vaccinated, she wants privacy that the mask provided.

Coda: Why must I repeat what does not need to be said again? Our intentions are clear — to triumph over Aurora and Damon, a team the booking committee saw as unfit to claim a spot in the Antichamber Match for the 1WM Tag Team Championships.

Ursula crosses her arms behind her back.

Ursula Von Rossbach: It is part of what we do, though I have often asked myself what is the point of wasting words before a battle when the battle is supposed to be the point myself. I suppose it is part of a tradition of respect to speak of your opposition, be it favorable or unfavorable.

The Pint-Size Kaiju six inches shorter than her much taller partner hesitated, then nods in agreement with a solemn look in her black-colored eyes.

Coda: I do respect them. We have shared many locker rooms together, yet I do not think I have ever had the opportunity to face The Fallen Angels as a team.

She thinks for a moment, her fingers to her chin in a well-practiced attempt to show her emotion.

Coda: With you in my corner, I feel as though we can take on anybody on the 1WM roster and earn the victory,

Ursula regards Coda’s words very carefully for a brief moment before deciding on the best response.

Ursula Von Rossbach: It was that kind of thinking that led to my own downfall numerous times, Ms. Coda. In the ring, there are no guarantees of anything. I have advantages, as do you, but never discount any adversary in such trivial fashion. The Graves are impressive competitors who’s only failing was that they were not as quick or fortunate as we were to capitalize upon an opportunity that presented itself. We did well against great opposition inside the antechamber match in Manchester.

The two hundred and thirty-two pound Ursula then inclines her head forward towards the one hundred twenty-nine pound Coda.

Ursula Von Rossbach: We have never faced the Fallen Angels, and they have done well for themselves since signing on to the company. They shall provide us with excellent sport, but I refuse to underestimate such talented individuals.

Coda: We must be aware of rollups, as well as interference by unsavory individuals, yes? It appears this is our major weakness, judging by past losses. You have remembered the technique?

Ursula Von Rossbach: I have been relearning old tactics that I have not had to use in some time. I am prepared for multiple possibilities against our foes, but preparation only carries us so far. We must overpower and decimate our opposition with tactical precision.

A small smile creeps upon her face.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Not to mention a renewed focus on minding the non-legal tag partner, of course, which you shall assist with when not tagged.

As Coda nods and slows down the fidgeting of her fingers, Butterscotch reaches the two out of breath as she hunches over to recover! Then she clears her throat and speaks again.

Butterscotch Monroe: May I just ask one question, Ms. Von Rossbach? Please, it’ll just a moment of your time.

First Ursula’s eyes find Butterscotch with a side-eyed glance, then her head turns to focus her attention completely.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Yes?

Butterscotch Monroe: What do you two have to say directly to The Fallen Angels, who are surely watching right now?

The Lady Terminator thinks about it for a moment, then looks directly to Coda.

Ursula Von Rossbach: What say you, Ms. Coda?

The smaller woman reluctantly lowers her face mask and looks into the camera, Butterscotch’s microphone held near her lips.

Coda: Before this match, we made a deal. Whichever team loses must buy breakfast for all four of us the next morning, so be wary of defeat. Ursula's appetite can be quite hard to sate.

Ursula offers a rather unnerving smile, gently patting her chiseled abdomen. From the back of her throat comes the sound of a rumbling growl as if a hungry beast waiting to be satiated. On the contrary, a masked Coda stands stoically with her hands on her hips,, and her elbows bent. She raises her nose to the camera. Ms. Von Rossbach follows in suit, actually chuckling ever so softly.

Ruby Kirk: Ohhh man am I excited, and they haven't even named the dang stipulation yet!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Quiet, Kirk. We haven't even heard both sides of the damn argument yet..

We cut backstage to a shot of the 1WM logo, where we find the Fallen Angels, Aurora and Damon Graves, standing in front of it. Oddly enough, the couple have smiles on their faces as opposed to their usual looks of disdain. Nevertheless, both husband and wife are ready for battle, clad in their ring gear as they look into the camera.

Aurora Graves: You know, for once, Damon and I are in a good mood into this match…

Damon Graves: Normally, we’d be heading into a match looking to do one thing, and that’s beat the living shit out of our opponents, but this time it’s different.

Aurora and Damon look into each other’s eyes for a moment, share a quick nod, then turn back to the camera.

Aurora Graves: This time, we’re facing a team that we actually consider to be decent human beings!

Damon Graves: Don’t get me wrong; we’re still going to do everything in our power to come out on the winning side, but at the very least, we know we’re going to be up against a team that will give us a good fight without having to worry about…

Another glance between husband and wife, but this time, it’s a look of mild annoyance.

Aurora Graves: Shenanigans.

Aurora shakes her head.

Damon Graves: With Coda, there’s a bit of history there. Sure, back in the day, there was a time when we didn’t much care for the company she kept…

Aurora Graves: But that’s nothing against her. In fact, and I’ve told Coda this, she was one of the few people back then that had actually earned my respect.

Damon Graves: Ursula, on the other hand, we’ve only just had the chance to get to know her. Our interactions have been brief, but I’d say they were fairly courteous.

Aurora shrugs her shoulders.

Aurora Graves: I certainly don’t have any problem with her. Hell, it’s no wonder she’d team with Coda. They’re both absolute beasts in the ring, capable of wreaking all sorts of havoc. Put them together, and you’ve got potential for tag team gold right there.

Damon Graves: Hell, the name alone… “Symphony of Destruction” is badass. Makes me think of Megadeth….

Aurora crosses her arms, muttering under her breath.

Aurora Graves: Even if I can’t stand Dave Mustaine….

Damon Graves: What?

Aurora shakes her head rapidly.

Aurora Graves: Never mind. It has nothing to do with what’s going down tonight.

Now it’s Damon’s turn to shrug his shoulders. By now, the smiles have faded from their faces, replaced by expressions of determination.

Damon Graves: Whatever. In any event, Coda, Ursula… we know we don’t have to tell you two to bring your absolute best, because we already know you will.

Aurora Graves: The respect is there, and will remain so regardless of what happens tonight. But at the same time, you know we plan on doing the same. Friendly or not, a fight’s a fight, and we didn’t come here to lose.

The smile creeps back onto Aurora’s face, along with a slight giggle as she speaks.

Aurora Graves: Then again, there is that little arrangement we made…

Damon gives his wife a knowing look before turning to the camera with a sly grin on his face.

Damon Graves: Oh yeah… and after tonight, I know we’re gonna work up one hell of an appetite….

Damon chuckles as he heads out of frame. Aurora stands with her hands on her hips, shaking her head as she watches. A moment later, she looks into the camera and winks.

Aurora Graves: See you in the ring….

Aurora moves out of frame as the scene fades out.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Now. NOW is the time to get excited!

Ruby Kirk: Don't ya be telling me when to get excited, D'Abruzzo! I'll...

There's laughter in the crowd as we return to the wheel, where Mari is just about to spin, but with an evil snicker, Dexter Calloway shoves her out of the way. Eric joins in with the laughter as he gives the wheel a hearty spin.

Marci D'Abruzzo: 'Round and round this bastard goes. Where it stops, nobody knows!

The fan excitement builds up as the wheel *just about* comes to rest on "ANTICHAMBER", but the dial runs across "ELECTRIFIED RING" and stops at "TABLES". The Headhunters laugh and applaud this result, sarcastically. The Dallas fans applaud it for a whole other reason!

Ruby Kirk: Well there we have it, One Dubbers! It's The Fallen Angels versus Symphony Of Destruction, and buckle on up, because it's coming up NOW!

Tag Team Tables Match
The Fallen Angels
vs.
Symphony of Destruction

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: In this one fall to a finish tag team tables encounter, we have to be prepared for the worst to come out of the people in this encounter.

As Coda squares off with Aurora Graves, Ursula and Damon Graves briefly stare one another down before Damon takes a big swing, only to be blocked by Ursula who reels him into a sambo suplex!

Ruby Kirk: HUGE sambo, but Graves lands on his feet and hits the mat running!

Graves hits the ropes and comes bouncing back, being forced to leapfrog as Ursula dives down. The action turns to Coda and Aurora as Aurora dodges a high knee attempt, drags Coda back up and lays her out with a precision neckbreaker!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Meanwhile, Aurora is really making a decent start on Coda!

The fans perk right up as Damon bounces one last time and is able to take UVR down with a running jumping forearm, to the delight of the fans. Aurora tries to drag Coda back up after taking her down, but Coda seems to have a burst of energy as hard right hands just seem to fly, causing Aurora to try to defend, and failing that, Aurora ends up slumped in the corner at Coda's mercy.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Graves going for the snap fisherman suplex on UVR, but she's too darn slick for that!

The crowd gets behind it as Ursula's sheer power kicks in as she reverses the fisherman attempt, turning it into a modified northern lights suplex on Damon!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh damn. If only there was a waiting TABLE.

Ruby Kirk: Just give it time. You'll see..

Coda attempts to Irish whip Aurora into the opposite corner, yet Graves maintains her footing and reels her back in..

Ruby Kirk: HUGE Jecht shot on Coda! Ripcord edition!

Coda seems to stumble in a daze for a second before falling face down next to Damon. The fans HYPE as UVR and Aurora meet each other's gazes and simultaneously seem to nod and lunge!

Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH look at this back and forth melee! This isn't a match, Kirk. It's a fight on our hands! This is a GODDAMN FIGHT!

The fans are on their feet watching intently as Ursula and Aurora exchange blow after blow, Aurora holding her own nicely. In the meantime, Damon had rolled out to ringside and located the tables underneath the ring..

Marci D'Abruzzo: HAHA. Now we're cooking with gas in this goddamn tables match!

Knocking Aurora down with a catastrophic looking discus forearm, UVR spots Damon on the outside getting ready to slide a table into the ring, and Lady Terminator nods as she lunges over..

Marci D'Abruzzo: OH! That stunt was right out of Home Alone!

The crowd laughs roundly as Damon shoves the flat out table forward as Ursula approaches. With perfect timing, the sliding table trips UVR up and causes her to eat mat in a hurry!

Ruby Kirk: You just have to seize an opportunity like that!

Marci D'Abruzzo: After a little fancy footwork, the Graveses are in the driver's seat!

Damon slides back in and pounds on the fallen UVR as Aurora drags Coda back to her feet. Damon and Aurora nod to each other as Damon takes the table and sets it up, leaning upright in the corner.

Ruby Kirk: No idea what Graves could be planning here!

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's for them to know and for you to find out!

Aurora stuns Coda with a harsh European uppercut, but the camera pans over as the crowd suddenly starts to BOO.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Haha. I love this shit..

The fans are in a sudden uproar as Eric and Dexter Calloway come through the crowd and hop the barricade.

Ruby Kirk: WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE??

Aurora sees them first and makes a beeline over to Headhunters, yelling for them to get the hell out of here. Damon scowls as he slips out of the ring to confront Headhunters..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Making this damn match EXCITING! That's what they're doing!

The crowd BOOO as Eric and Dexter take Damon down with a dual lariat as he approaches..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah! They're doing JUST THAT!

Dexter makes it a point to get the attention of the ref as Coda goes to swing Aurora around, but Aurora simply takes her out with yet another well timed Jecht shot Pele kick.

Ruby Kirk: LOOK OUT!

Eric Calloway hops up on the apron and delivers a neckbreaker over the ropes snapping Aurora right into the path of Ursula's Sambo sidekick to the ribs!

Ruby Kirk: And a high knee from Coda to top it off! SAMBO SONATA!

Aurora blacks out on her feet, falling backwards and crashing through the table in the corner.

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here are your winners, Ursula Von ROSSBACH and CODA. They are SYYYYMPHONNNY OF DESSSSSTRUCTIIIION!

Ruby Kirk: I just knew it. Where there is trouble and tables abound, the Headhunters are right there. Smoke, fire and all of that nonsense. I'm getting real tired of this!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nobody cares about what you're growing tired of, Kirk. Anyhow, SoD pick up the win against Fallen Angels tonight. I definitely wonder how both teams are going to feel about the outcome of this match.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bah. I don't CARE. Ya know what I care more about? This here commercial!

When we come back from commercial, there's a huge POP as a grinning Arley Kirk is standing next to the Wheel of Misfortune.

Ruby Kirk: Baby Cuzzy about to reveal the stipulation for the Glory Championship Tournament match between Dustin Holt and his niece, Izzy Marx!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Why does SHE get to spin the damn wheel for such an important match?

Ruby Kirk: Don't mind why she gets to spin it, D'Abruzzo. Just focus on the result..

The fans cheer as Arley looks dead into the lens as she sets the wheel spinning.

Ruby Kirk: Another street fight? Nope. Tables, ladders and chairs maybe? No! Crazy wheel is still going!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I thought we were gonna see a Taipei Deathmatch here in Texas!

The Dallas Sportatorium goes WILD as the wheel stops on "FIRST BLOOD", the dial flickering a few times before coming to a stop

Marci D'Abruzzo: I hope she's proud of herself.

Ruby Kirk: She damn well oughta be! A finals match between uncle and niece and its first blood rules! AK just added another layer of awesome!

Marci D'Abruzzo: As if it were even possible, AK added another layer of stupid. Either way, we're about to find out!

Glory Championship Tournament Semi-Finals
First Blood Match
Dustin Holt
vs.
Izzy Marx

DING DING DING!!!

The bell rings, Marx, and Holt make their way towards one another, eyes locked, each trying to get into the other's head.

Marci D'Abruzzo: It seems to me like Ms. Marx is partial to the odd mind game.

Ruby Kirk: Just how she plans to make it work against a man who taught her that guff, well that's anybody's guess!

Holt is the first to break, feigning a punch, but getting no reaction from Marx, aside from a wry grin and a nod. Dustin claps, shrugs, and bolts forward with a lariat that drops Izzy to her back, making her grin vanish.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Sholy HIT..

Izzy looks up and snarls at Dustin, who motions for her to get back to her feet. Izzy gets as far as a kneel, before raising her fist up and ramming it into Holt's midsection. Dustin groans, and doubles over in pain, giving Izzy an opening that she fully capitalizes on.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Why they made men with such a glaring fault right at their core? Now that's your mystery of the universe right there!

Marx snarls as she shoots up to a stand, and drives fist, after first, into Dustin's temple.

Ruby Kirk: The aim of the game is to force your opponent to bleed, and this is just as dandy a way of doing it as any!

Holt eats several shots but is eventually able to drive a knee into Marx's sternum, and fire off a European uppercut. Izzy staggers away, giving Holt ample time to exit the ring and hunt down a weapon.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I know what Dustin is shooting for, Kirk. In this match? Whatever it may be, it's entirely legal!

Holt digs around under the ring, eventually finding a brick which is to his liking.

Ruby Kirk: Looks as though we have a game of cat and mouse cooking between uncle and niece!

Izzy sees Holt's intent and puts some distance between herself, and Holt. Dustin tries to close the gap, but Marx is dedicated to making him hunt. Izzy runs around the outside and comes to an abrupt stop.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I did mention previously that Marx enjoys her mind games. Tonight is clearly no exception!

Dustin sees his opening and begins to close in on her, however, once he gets near, Marx rolls back into the ring. Dustin is visibly frustrated at this point, sliding in after her, and swinging that brick at her head wildly.

Ruby Kirk: Smart on the part of Izzy Marx to dodge that brick!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh gee. You think so?

Marx continues to play defensively, slipping shots, and causing a lot of whiffs on Dustin's part, yet still, he insists on throwing punches while holding that brick.

Ruby Kirk: Holt plays a dangerous game, but he seems damn sure of himself!

Eventually, after several missed shots, Marx ducks under a wild brick-assisted haymaker, and shoots past Dustin, who turns around at just the wrong second..

Ruby Kirk: LOOK OUT!

Izzy lines up and Dustin surges forward, only to get that very brick Pele kicked back into his face!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Marci D'Abruzzo: OOF..

Ruby Kirk: I can't see the face of Holt, but you would have to be a MACHINE to not be oozing blood from that shot!

Izzy gets a widespread BOO as she takes the brick and digs the corner into Holt's forehead, right where the brick hit him.

Marci D'Abruzzo: And there it IS!

As a huge bump forms on Holt's forehead and the blood starts to freely trickle, the referee has no choice but to declare an end to this contest!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner by referee's decision, and a finalist in the Glory Championship Tournament - IZZZY MAAARX!

Ruby Kirk: I just can't believe that some of the One Wrestle Movement roster likes to stoop low! It's really not the place for th..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh can it with your goody good ideals, Kirk! These people, like Izzy Marx, they see the brass ring and by hook or by crook, they're gonna take it!

Ruby Kirk: But they..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nuh uhh! Don't wanna hear it. Cutting you off right here and now. We're gonna go catch a segment!

“Tis not the wins that define us, nor the losses that break us….”

The camera opens to the left of Molly O’Hatherine sitting on the sign of the newly rebuilt Sportatorium in Dallas, Texas. Above her rests the night sky filled with glittering stars with the moon partially obscured by clouds. She looks out around her at the large parking lot with several buildings surrounding it. This wasn’t a particularly tall building, but she clearly enjoys being there. Red hair whips about her face from the confines of her hood as a gentle breeze blows around her. The Neon lights just below her feet give her ample light to make her features out, yet cast dramatic shadows upon her form.

Molly O’Hatherine: Just a few days ago, I was in Russia fighting someone I thought might surprise me as a worthy foe, but instead it goes exactly as I predicted. Even though I knew it was coming, I gave Justice Cross all the chances possible because I thought for a moment, I saw a fleeting glimpse of who she used to be. Never again, but while my thoughts are on her and going knee deep in Bianca Davis’s soon to be dead arse, donnae’ think fer one moment I’ve not put thought into me wonderful opponent this night, Mr. Don Tirri!

Her freckled lips crack with a big grin tinted by the bright red neon glow from below her.

Molly O’Hatherine: I feel a sort of kinship with this man with a rough hewn face and come as you are attitude. In a way, we’re parallels with one another, two individuals who rarely find their footing because others either donnae’ get where we’re comin’ from or click with who we are. Neither of us are tha’ type ta’ speak nice and pleasant but instead, ne’er hiding how we feel or shirking from deliverin’ harsh truths ta’ ears not willin’ ta’ hear it.

She turns her head to look back into the camera lens.

Molly O’Hatherine: Truth be told, I could easily see him as an uncle or even a big brother in a way, but instead of keepin’ me outta’ trouble, we’d likely get into a bunch of it together. He’s a dirty as he is honest. Ye’ll always know where ye’ stand with a man like that and that is somethin’ I appreciate so much.

A wee bit of a pause as she looks back down at the parking lot.

Molly O’Hatherine: So many liars and cheats in this sport, delusional people who think they’re all so damned important to tha’ world at large and then there’s me and Don. We know who we are and tha’ ugly that’s hidden beneath our skins and when we’ve need to, we embrace that ugly because it’s what gets us through.

Overhead a jet is heard flying by, which she watches it for a few seconds while looking directly up.

Molly O’Hatherine: Figures a jet would pick now ta’ fly o’er us while I’m cuttin’ a promo. Shit outta’ luck then, aye?!

She chuckles and looks back at the camera.

Molly O’Hatherine: Fawk it. Don Tirri, I’ve a fawking huge amount of respect for ye’ lad. We’ll go out there and show tha’ world what a wrestlin’ match looks like in a classic Texas Deathmatch. It’s not about a big man facing a tiny woman, it’s about two wrestlers making art at tha’ expense of our bodies in an effort to win and all I’ve to say is this....

She flashes a wicked grin once more.

Molly O’Hatherine: May tha’ best wrestler win.

Her tone is spoken in a genuine, heartfelt manner, she rises, then hops off the edge! The camera whips after her to see her bounding catch the edge of one of the awnings over a open window, swinging her legs through it and entering back into the Sportatorium. The camera flips to the inside of the building as she hunkers down on the window ledge, fans parting for her as she hops down onto the bleachers. She then heads down the bleacher stairs towards the ring as her music plays, high-fiving fans as she passes them by!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Long awaited Glory XIII Main Event. Ginger Ninja up against Old School Cool in a Texas deathmatch and it's coming up next!

Main Event
Glory Championship Tournament Semi-Finals
Texas Deathmatch
”The Ginger Ninja” Molly O’Hatherine
vs.
”Old School Cool” Don Tirri

DING DING DING!!!

The referee calls for the bell, with Tirri and O'Hatherine starting to circle slowly..

Ruby Kirk: You love to see this.

The fans applaud it as there's a quick bump of fists before the two circle with a bit more gusto.

Marci D'Abruzzo: It's a bunch of soppy bullcrap if you ask me!

Tirri and O'Hatherine lock up, and it immediately appears as though Don has the upper hand.

Ruby Kirk: Aww. But nobody did ask you..

Tirri backs O'Hatherine against the ropes, delivering a harsh downward chop to the chest, bringing Molly to her knees.

Ruby Kirk: Running knee to the head!

The crowd offers gentle BOOOs as Don seizes advantage with a series of stomps around the body and head, until Molly manages to roll out of the way and get back to her feet.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Arm drag from O'Hatherine..

Don is getting back to his feet only to eat a face full of Molly's leg feed enziguri.

Ruby Kirk: Molly hitting the ropes and coming back with the handspring..

Don seems to telegraph as he's getting back up, catching Molly with a HUGE Samoan drop.

Marci D'Abruzzo: OH!

Tirri deals out some more stomps before hauling Molly up to her feet and irish whipping her into the corner..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri following up with a corner clothesline.

Ruby Kirk: I wonder what he's setting up for now?

Don sets Molly up on the top rope, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

Marci D'Abruzzo: We could be seeing a superplex!

The crowd cheer for it as Molly manages to break free, trying for a frankensteiner, yet Don also breaks free of this attempt and merely shoves Molly off the top rope down to the floor.

Ruby Kirk: Tirri climbing back down. I think he's definitely one of those guys who prefers it when his feet are on the ground..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Don't speak too soon now!

The crowd gets right behind it as Don hops down to the apron and issues his patented elbow drop..

Ruby Kirk: Old school elbow!

Don takes a moment, but he gets back up and rolls back inside. The BOOOs which roll in as a result of Don stripping the turnbuckle pad are of little to no consequence to Tirri. In fact, someone earns themselves a souvenir as Don Tirri hurls the turnbuckle pad somewhere into the third row. Molly is rolling back into the ring now..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri has been relentless with those stomps!

Tirri hauls Molly back up and tries for an irish whip into the offending corner, yet Molly retains her footing..

Ruby Kirk: O'Hatherine reeling Tirri back in! GINGER NINJA DEATHDROP OUT OF NOWHERE!

Don spikes into the mat, and Molly with the immediate cover!

ONE
TWO
THREE

Marci D'Abruzzo: Molly with the pin! However. That's only part of O'Hatherine's battle, Kirk. Somehow, she's gotta get him Tirri to stay down for the count of ten too!

Molly hypes the fans as she waits out what she hopes is the ten count..

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX..

The fans cheer for it as Tirri sits up and shakes off the cobwebs at the count of six, starting to get to his feet slowly.

Ruby Kirk: Molly knows that she can't waste any time! She's hitting the ropes!

Molly springboards..

Marci D'Abruzzo: WHISKEY BOM... OH!

As Molly launches to deliver the Superman punch, Tirri springs up and collects her flush with his jumping big boot!

Ruby Kirk: THE BOOT!! One, two, three! Tirri's got the pin. Now it's up to Molly to answer the count!

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR

Don catches his breath in the corner, standing poised to deliver another devastating boot in the event that Molly gets back up.

FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
The crowd goes berserk for Molly as she stirs at seven, and gets back to her feet just after the eight count.

Ruby Kirk: The Texas deathmatch is still well and truly on here in Texas!

Don snipes out what he feels is his moment and pounces!

Marci D'Abruzzo: TIRRI GOING FOR THE BOOT AGAIN!

The crowd gets behind it as Molly ducks at just the crucial second, swinging Don back around..

Ruby Kirk: Look at the momentum on O'Hatherine! MY GOD! Cross to BEAR on TIRRI!

Molly is exhausted as she gets the cover

ONE
TWO
THREE

Ruby Kirk: What a match! What a main event! Will Tirri be able to answer THIS one?

Molly slumps into a corner breathing heavily as she wills Don to stay down..

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NI..

The fans are amazed and on their feet as with the aid of the ropes, Don drags himself back up with a second to spare. This seems to send a screw loose in Molly as she picks her spot while Don gets his bearings in the corner..

Marci D'Abruzzo: SPLASH OF GINGER~

Ruby Kirk: No! Don rolled out of the way! Molly met with that exposed turnbuckle pad forehead-first!

Marci D'Abruzzo: There's that fall away slam which Tirri calls SACK OF SHIT!

Don stalks his prey and beckons as disoriented, Molly struggles back up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: THE BOOT~

Ruby Kirk: O'Hatherine ducks at the last second! GINGER NINJA DEATH DR~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah! Tirri shrugs free and pops Molly O'Hatherine up in the air!

Ruby Kirk: THE BOOT!!

ONE
TWO
THREE

As Molly lays motionless on the canvas, Tirri slumps into a corner with his head in his hands. A trickle of blood pours from Molly's lip as the referee counts

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE

Marci D'Abruzzo: C'mon O'Hatherine! Geddup!

SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match via referee's decision, and advancing to the final of the Glory Championship Tournament - He is "Old School Cool" DONNNN TIIIIRRRRIIII!

The music hits, and the referee helps Don to his feet, raising an arm in victory. Don seems like he is either appreciative, too tired to argue, or a combination of both.

Ruby Kirk: Two things are for sure, D'Abruzzo. First of all, the final of the Glory Championship Tournament is now set in stone. Lastly? There's no way that our One Wrestle Movement audience is not going home entirely satisfied after tonight's efforts.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I just want to say that this ass kissing dork conglomerate does not represent me.

Ruby Kirk: Sigh. Well. That being said, that's all we've got time for tonight, OneDubbers. So from the Dallas Sportatorium here in Texas, we're gonna go ahead and bid you all adieu. See you on the thirtieth!

The last thing we see is Don Tirri celebrating his hard fought victory as the broadcast fades and the 1WM logo flashes across the screen.