Post by Legal Department on Jul 1, 2021 13:38:51 GMT -8
One Wrestle Movement
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Live from the Allianz Arena in Munich, Bavaria, Germany
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the Allianz Arena in Munich, Bavaria, Germany
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY EIGHTEEN “ALLES FÜR DIESEN MOMENT”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: No time to hear your incessant rambling, Taj. We’re heading right into this show!
Taj: Well, that’s rude…
Debut Match
Matthew "The Raven" Knox versus Olivia Blue
Matthew "The Raven" Knox versus Olivia Blue
The debuting roster members stand across the ring from one another in their respective corners. Olivia starts bouncing around like a jumping bean, throwing her hands up in the air as the fans cheer for her. The grizzled veteran Matthew Knox just rolls his eyes before the two meet in the center of the ring. Knox goes to lock up with Olivia. She goes for it only to drive a knee up into his stomach. Olivia immediately fires off an open hand slap that lands directly across the cheek of Knox. This visibly angers him and Olivia smiles, happy that she got the reaction out of him that she wanted. He grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her close to him, looking to quickly turn it into another move. But Olivia quickly hits him with another open hand slap, forcing the two to separate. Before Knox has a chance to react, Olivia comes charging towards him, hitting a front dropkick that sends him stumbling off into a nearby corner and dropping to a seated position as his legs fold underneath him. Olivia again is quick to capitalize, charging forward with a running double knee strike that lands straight into his chest.
Taj: Matthew is coming into 1WM with a great degree of experience while Olivia…
America:...not so much!
Olivia tries to drag Knox out of the corner, but the size difference paired with the fact he was hanging onto the bottom rope with both hands, would be too much for her and after one hard yank, she slips and falls flat on her butt! Knox is up to his feet and rushes over, pulling her up to a vertical base with a hard yank of the arm. The two instantaneously start throwing blows back and forth for a few moments. Olivia hits Knox with a hard elbow smash to the temple that sends him staggering again, locking in a side headlock after as she tries to drag him down to the mat. But he’s able to reverse this and get out of the predicament, instead hitting Olivia with a quick roundhouse kick before following it up with Morbid Corvidity (floatover fallaway suplex)!
One…
Two…
TH...KICK OUT!
Knox looks frustrated, holding up three fingers, as the referee tells him it was a two.
Taj: Wow I really thought it was a three count.
America: So did I honestly.
Olivia sluggishly gets up to her feet and charges Knox who has his back turned. But he gets out of the way at the last second and Olivia narrowly misses hitting the referee! Using this to his advantage, Knox grabs her by the wrist and whips her off into the ropes. As she comes rebounding back towards him, Knox charges forward, meeting her with a running knee lift. Olivia falls to her knees, only to be yanked up by Knox once again and lifted onto his shoulders. He turns around and with a confident look on his face, hits her with Into the Void (GTS followed by roundhouse kick).
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here is your winner… Matthew Knox!
Knox holds his arms up in victory as Olivia rolls out of the ring. His music plays over the speakers as he continues his in ring celebrations.
We open up to “Old School Cool” Don Tirri hanging around the catering area of the Allianz Arena, eyes locked in a monitor showing the action in the ring. The Finn is dressed in his street clothes, suggesting he isn’t looking for action tonight. Without breaking eye contact with the monitor, he beckons the cameraman closer and speaks up.
Don Tirri: So. Another visit abroad to attend a show that I’m not even booked at. You guys must think I’m crazy. Who the F flies from the US all the way to Germany just to hang out? Well, I do. And to be honest, I’m not here JUST to hang out. But more on that later. I got a few things I need to say before I get to my reasons for being here.
He finally turns to face the camera, taking a sip of a beer that he had on the table.
Don Tirri: In the last Glory, I fought one of the toughest battles of my career, against Molly O’Haterine. She had a lot of good things to say about me before and after the match and I’ve felt a tinge of guilt that I haven’t addressed her in any length more than a few tweets. So I’m doing it now. Mols, you hit the nail on the head in more than a few ways with your promos. You and I share a lot. The path I’ve traveled is in many ways the same you are standing in the beginning of. You are a tough cookie and beating you? That was no easy feat. I mean fuck, the day after Glory 13, I could barely drag my ass out of the bed, I was so fucking sore all over. So kudos to you kid, you really brought it. And honestly? I really wouldn’t want to go for a best of five or best of seven with you Mols, because I got a feeling that in the long run you would have the upper hand.
He occasionally glances back to the monitor, but keeps most of his attention at the camera.
Don Tirri: I won this time, next time I see it as a likely outcome that you come out on top. And I’m personally waiting for the next time we lock up. Be proud Molly O’Haterine, you did damn good.
Tirri offers a genuine smile as he says that, accompanied by an acknowledging nod. But after that, his face turns serious and his voice takes a business-like tone.
Don Tirri: But now we get into why I’m here in Munich. There are a few ones. To support a friend of mine who’s challenging for the World title, Lash Donohue. To watch another friend of mine, Matt Knox make his debut. And one that is tied to the result at Glory 13. I am here to watch my future opponent in Glory 15, William James Cordova wrestle Driller Jaworski.
A hint of something dark can be heard in his voice as he says Jaworski's name, but he masks it quickly.
Don Tirri: See, a smart guy makes sure he watches his opponents to come wrestle up close and personal. Not from his home through a TV. When Cordova, the man who is one third of the match to crown the inaugural 1WM Glory champion, locks up with Driller, I intend to be sitting on a front row seats. Taking notes, looking for weaknesses, assessing strength. Doing my homework so to say. So that when Glory 15 rolls around, I’ll be ready, knowing everything there is to know about William James Cordova. I plan on doing the same once Izzy Marx laces up her boots in the 1WM ring the next time. But today I am here to watch and observe Cordova. Well, actually, that was the initial plan. But Epic… changed that plan.
Tirri grits his teeth a bit, reaching for a cigarette that he lights up and puffs twice.
Don Tirri: As you know, I sat down at the announcer desk for the main event of Epic 2. Watching Cordovas opponent for today, Driller Jaworski’s “5 minute drill” challenge, answered by Erick St. John. And what I witnessed up front left me appalled and disgusted. Erick survived the 5 minute drill. And that caused Jaworski to show us his true colors.
His gaze drops, and you can see the Finn squeezing the glass bottle in his hand hard enough to nearly crack it. He takes a deep breath and looks up, fire lit in his eyes.
Don Tirri: There is something everyone needs to understand about me. I operate under a code. A code that was hammered into me when I was but a rookie, wet behind the ears and trying to get my foot through the door into this business. And a big part of that code was “Do no more harm than necessary”. Yes. This is a blood sport by some definitions. Yes, the biggest part of our chosen profession is to beat the living crap out of the other guy. But true professionals can do that without injuring their opponents needlessly. Like MMA fighters or Professional Boxers, there are lines that must not be crossed. And intentionally causing severe injury to a man incapable of defending himself simply because you lost… goes way too far. Driller, you are scum.
He nearly spits out the last word.
Don Tirri: My first instinct was to jump up from behind the desk and make you pay for your transgression there and then. But the sheer audacity and indifference you showed with your act… your GALL… I was too shocked to act. So after I had recovered from the initial shock and made my way back, I contacted the person responsible for booking Epic and requested a match with you. I intend to teach you a lesson, Driller. Make you regret crossing that line. Sure, I could’ve asked it for Glory 14 or Legendary 19. But to me it was fitting to request it for Epic. Make you pay the piper at the scene of the crime.
Tirri stands up, taking a deep drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke billow out, giving quite a threatening visual image.
Don Tirri: But don’t worry Driller. Or you Cordova. I won’t be interfering with your match later tonight. Because then I would only be sinking to your level Drill. So from bell to bell I will just watch and observe. But I do warn you Drill. If you plan on repeating your actions from Epic post match with Cordova… I WILL be there to break it up. And that…
He pauses, finishes his cigarette and flicks the butt at the camera before finishing his sentence with intensity.
Don Tirri: That is a promise.
And with that, we fade to black.
Debut Tag Team Match
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) versus The Dragon Slayers (Sam Steele and Michael Shaw)
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) versus The Dragon Slayers (Sam Steele and Michael Shaw)
The bell has barely finished echoing throughout the arena when Michael Steel and Sam Shaw don’t have a chance to get themselves ready before they’re bum rushed by both members of Strike 2 Kill. Watson grabs Sam Shaw and delivers a stiff forearm smash before he tosses him out of the ring. He follows him out of the ring and whips him off into the ring steps, following it up with a shining wizard. In the meantime, Richardson has been working on Steel, repeatedly driving a knee into his abdomen until Steel hunches over, dropping to one knee.
Watson slides back into the ring just as Richardson pulls Steel back up to his feet. It was then that the two nodded at each other before hitting Shoot 2 Kill! (stereo bicycle knees). On the outside, Sam Shaw has started to stir and is about to slide into the ring when he’s met with a baseball slide from Richardson as Watson goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here are your winners… Liam Richardson and Miles Watson… Strike 2 Kill!
Taj: Good match.
America: NEXT!
The scene opens in an undisclosed location. Janica can be seen tied to a chair, her head slumped down. It doesn’t take long for Janica to grunt, and raises her head, unaware of her surroundings. Noticing she is tied to a chair she tries to break free, but to no avail. She tries again, however, she isn't able to budge. She lets out a scream in hopes that someone will hear her. It soon dawns on her that there is little hope for her situation.
Viola Mancini: Shhh shh shh... for someone who wanted my attention so badly, you are so desperate for an interruption. It's ironic, isn't it?
She said, as Camila and Isabella joined her, looking down at Janica while she's been tied down.
Viola Mancini: Now, you joined the Regulators in an unwarranted accusation that we attacked Sadie, just as an excuse to try to hurt my girls. And you have been constantly a thorn in my side, so, it's obvious that we cannot co-exist. So, I'll make a proposition...
She said, pacing around her menacingly.
Viola Mancini: You want me gone? You have to make it through my girls first...
Janica grits her teeth, annoyed by this as her head is pounding from their ambush earlier.
Janica Jayden: What’s wrong, you spaghetti eating fuck? Not so tough without your bat? How about you untie me and see how you fare on your own?
Camila would slap Janica hard for interrupting her, as Viola nodded.
Viola Mancini: That's the issue with you. You're so barbaric. You don't understand business... or reading the fine print. If either Camila or Isabella defeat you, you don't get your match with me, and you're gone from the company.
She said, having flashed some money management's way to make the stipulation, as she smirked, before grabbing a ball point hammer and holding it behind her back.
Viola Mancini: So, next show, you'll be in a submission match against Camila Morricone... if you accept these terms.
Janica takes a deep breath, as she knew there wasn't another way out of this. She glared at Viola, knowing this was the only way it could end.
Janica Jayden: Fine! If I have to run through all of you, I will...
Viola Mancini: You've just signed your career away. We have methods of dealing with people that don't cooperate... Isabella?
She asked, as Isabella would then turn on a boom box in the room that began to blare "Informer" by Snow, as Camila and Viola both give her a look that implied disgust. Viola then shrugged, as she takes the hammer to strike at Janica's knees, softening her up for Camila's signature submission, the Ratcatcher. Janica screamed in agony, as she could swear her knee felt broken.
Carmilla Morricone: Ooo, imagine how much you're gonna scream next week!
She said, as she takes a whack at the other knee with a pipe wrench, as Isabella would turn the boom box up a little louder to hide her screams.
Janica Jayden: F-f-fuh-fuck you!
She said, stammering in pain, barely able to make out anything. Isabella would laugh wickedly, as she replied to her.
Isabella Terrano: Buh-bye, loser!
She said, as both Camila and Viola would continue to batter Janica until she faded to unconsciousness from all the pain she endured. The Syndicate would then leave the room to let her wallow in pain, as she was scheduled to fight a completely different match that night.
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Out by the dumpsters outside the Allianz Arena in Munich is where we find Jack Riggs before his match. He is pacing back and forth a bit, he has a six pack of a German beer on the edge of a dumpster. He has on his wrestling gear already with a white tank top and a backwards baseball cap. He turns to the camera for a second, intensity oozing from his eyes, as he points his finger right in the lens.
Jack Riggs: You fucks saw what I did on Epic and I'm gonna do that shit again tonight. I get that Brianna Matthews is a bad bitch, I respect that shit too. She's talented and she's pretty fucking hot too... But that has nothing to do with nothing. The fact is I came here to not only win but to dominate her. I came to Germany to fucking hurt Brianna. It's pretty fucking simple.
He wipes his finger across his nose before spinning around for a second. Jack turns back with a grin on his face.
Jack Riggs: That little bitch Jordan talked a bit game about how I'm some big dummy or some shit. What did that get her? A kick in the fucking mush and then I dropped her on her fucking skull. That is what happens when people either doubt what I say I'm going to do or try to get lippy in my face. I made an example out of her and Brianna is next up and I'm gonna do it right here in fucking Germany. I flew across the fucking globe to come here and I did not do that to lose this fucking match to her. I came here to stomp her into the fucking mat until she can't lift her arm in the air and then I'm going to get my hand raised in victory. Simpe as one, two and fucking three.
Jack looks down a second, rubbing his hands together as he slowly nods his head.
Jack Riggs: Brianna, my dude, bring your A-game out there. I want a fight, I wanna feel how bad you want it as we fight. Make me bleed and make me scream if you can. I fucking dare you. Bring your best and I'm gonna do my worst to you. Like I said make me hurt but be ready for a motherfucking fight like you've never experienced. Get ready to be pissing blood tomorrow morning too. Be ready for anything because I'm a bit fucked in the head and I know no limits. Enough of this stupid chit chat bullshit. It's time to fucking fight and if you seem cool we can share a beer backstage after.
Jack grinned, grabbing his six pack and slapping himself hard across the face. He then shoves the door to the arena open and heads inside, full of piss and vinegar. It was time for Legendary 18 and it was time for Jack to throw down.
Singles Match
Jack Riggs versus Brianna Matthews
Jack Riggs versus Brianna Matthews
Jack Riggs comes down to the ring first, being followed by Brianna Matthews. The referee is about to signal for the bell to begin the match when “Dark Horse” by Our Last Night tears it’s way through the sound system of Allianz Arena. Astrid Samson comes onto the stage with a smile on her face and a swing in her hips. Reaching the top of the ramp, she puts her hand on her lip and gently licks her lips as she continues walking down towards the ring.
America: Whoa! Astrid Samson is making a surprise appearance here in Munich!
Taj: Given that her and Brianna have been trading barbs back and forth this isn’t out of the realm of possibilities.
America: I’ll ask her why she’s out here. I know you and her don’t get along.
Taj: More like she doesn’t get along with my mother and I’m a casualty by association.
Upon reaching the ring, she exchanges some inaudible words with Brianna who doesn’t look too happy with Astrid’s presence. Neither competitor looks too pleased that she’s out there. Eventually, Astrid makes it to the commentator’s table where she takes a seat next to America and promptly puts on a headset.
Astrid Samson: Hello ladies.
Taj: What brings you out here tonight, Astrid?
America: Hey….I was supposed to ask!
Astrid Samson: As I said on Twitter a few days ago, I will be producing the first official Coffee & Cognac soon and so I’m out here to get a first hand look at some of the talent that may be discussed.
America: Why do you have to be so nosy, Taj?
Astrid Samson: Baby Butters, I know your mom and I don’t get along, but that’s no reason for the hostility.
Brianna keeps her attention on Astrid, ignoring the fact that the bell has been rung and the match is officially underway. Astrid tells her to turn around and focus. When Brianna does, she’s instantly blasted by a discus elbow smash by Riggs. He goes to hit a big boot, only for Brianna to duck underneath it and turn around, blasting him with a forearm smash of her own. The two start trading a variety of kicks and strikes back and forth until Riggs whips Brianna off into the ropes. She comes running back towards him and hits a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Brianna waits for him to get up to his feet before hitting him with a Thesz press followed by a series of mounted punches. Riggs pushes her off him and scrambles to try to get up to his feet. Once he’s able to, he’s met with a spear from Brianna. She quickly goes for a cover.
Astrid Samson: I will admit, that was one hell of a spear.
Taj: I thought that Jack would be the one in control after pushing Brianna off. I guess I was wrong.
America: I think she’s...
Astrid Samson: OH HELL NO!
Astrid doesn’t think twice before whipping off her headset and telling the referee that Brianna’s feet are on the ropes. But he doesn’t hear her.
One…
Two…
Before Riggs kicks out, Astrid pushes Brianna’s feet off the ropes and quickly retakes her seat at the commentator’s table. Brianna looks a bit shocked but that quickly turns to anger. She turns and starts bickering with Astrid again.
Astrid Samson: I think I pissed her off. Though to be honest, she’s gotten way too big for her britches and needed to be given a reality lesson.
Taj: Regardless, I don’t think you should’ve done that though.
America: I agree with, Astrid… something has changed within Brianna and she’s gotten a lot more brazen.
Astrid Samson: She’s been trying to pull me out of retirement but I have yet to see anything worth it from her… or anyone for that matter.
America: Didn’t Jack Riggs also try goading you?
Astrid Samson: Yeah… merely cause I pointed out how utterly hilarious two of his tweets were.
Taj: You know Brianna is still talking to you right?
Astrid Samson: I recognize that she’s yabbering on, but given that she’s a stupid ass… I’ve elected to ignore it.
America: Oooh! That’s an ‘Avengers’ parody.
With Astrid ignoring her, Brianna becomes even more angry. She turns around and goes to pull Riggs back up, but he’s laying in wait and instead rolls her up for barely a two count. The two are quickly both back up to their feet and Brianna is met with a shotgun dropkick from Riggs that sends her flying back. He quickly follows this up, drilling Brianna with a tornado DDT. But he shows no signs of slowing down and yanks Brianna up, transitioning it into a lift and hitting Brianna with a crucifix powerbomb into the turnbuckle. He covers but the referee notices that Brianna’s arm is under the bottom rope.
Taj: That’s some good ring awareness from Brianna.
Astrid Samson: I doubt she even knows where she is enough to get her arm under the rope on her own.
America: I think it just fell there after the move.
Taj: Regardless, it saved her.
America: Yeah, but for how long exactly?
Perturbed by this, Riggs drags Brianna out to the center of the ring and pulls her back up to her feet. She tries to break free from him, going to hit a russian leg sweep, but he reverses it and instead locks his arms around her waist and hits three German suplexes in sequence, a move he calls Three Storms. Learning from his previous mistake, he drags her away from any rope and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Jack Riggs!
Taj: A win well deserved by Jack Riggs, but I can’t help but to think that Astrid had a hand in Brianna’s loss.
America: What kind of bullcrap is that, “Baby Butters”?
Taj: Not you too.
Astrid Samson: Look, it’s not my fault that Brianna Matthews is incompetent. She tried cheating and thought she could get away with it. I merely made it a fair fight.
America: And I agree!
Taj: Well if you thought you two had bad blood before, you sure do now.
Astrid Samson: I’m not afraid of some over the hill wannabe like Brianna Matthews. She is all hot air… nothing more. I’m surprised she hasn’t floated away with those balloons on her chest.
Taj: Don’t you have implants too?
Astrid Samson: And so does my wife… so what’s your point?
America: Can’t we all just get along and back to the task at hand.
Taj: The match is over. So what’s next? Where are you going Astrid?
Astrid has gotten up to her feet and walks over to the ring, looking in on the fallen Brianna as Riggs makes his way back up the ramp. She looks like she’s going to get into the ring, a move that is being strongly discouraged by the ring side staff tending to Brianna. Astrid smirks as she backs away, holding her hands up as the scene fades to commercial.
Singles Match
Janica Jayden versus Janessa Sweet
Janica Jayden versus Janessa Sweet
We see Janica having dual knee braces on, as she opted to fight anyway, while Janessa looked at her in a state of mercy, not wanting to go through with the bout. However, the official sounded the bell, and they tie up with one another. Janica, however, cannot outmuscle Janessa as she would get her into a standing crossface to work on her shoulder.
Janica was struggling, but she would toss Janessa over with a hip toss to get her away, as she gets up to meet her with another grapple, this time, Janica takes down Janessa with a side headlock takedown. Janessa would writhe from the hold, before transitioning into a headscissor, as Janica bridged out and runs with a big Penalty Kick to Janessa's chest and goes for a pin attempt.
One...
Two...Janessa kicked out.
Janica knew she had to keep on the gas pedal if she wanted this to end early. She gripped her hair and pulled Janessa up for a front headlock. She tucked her in and lifted her up for a vertical suplex, before rolling her over for a lateral press.
One...
Two...Janessa kicked out.
Trying to fight back, though, Janica was determined to grind out a win as quick as she could, as she sets her up for a Fujiwara armbar. With the armbar applied, Janessa would grit her teeth, as she pushed up with her free shoulder to alleviate some pressure, and headbutted Janica to stun her. As the two were getting to their feet, Janessa would tuck Janica in for a swinging neckbreaker, as she headed to the top rope. Janica stands up, and is hit with a missile dropkick for her trouble, as Janessa goes for a pin.
One…
Two...Janica kicked out.
Janessa would get Janica up to her feet and lifted her up for a shoulder breaker, though, Janica landed on her feet as both knees buckled with the awkward landing. Sweet turned around to notice that Jayden was under a lot of duress, as she dropped her guard, not thinking it was morally right to strike her while she was down like this. The referee would look at Janica, asking if her wants to continue, as we see Camilla and Isabella rushing to the ring, both attacking Janica while she was down, as the bell is sounded.
Torres: The referee has ruled this match a No Contest!
The House batter Janica and leave her beaten down with a Code of Silence. Sweet tried to chase them away, but, to little avail, as she is also hit with a Code of Silence for her trouble, as the crowd booed the devious brunettes while they leave the ring.
Taj: Good match.
America: NEXT!
We open up backstage on a door labeled Seoul Queens. The door opens up and inside we see Jenn Drew, Rei Park, and Kaede Tanabe. The three of them seem to be talking over something as Jenn looks up and spots the camera and points. You see Kaede visibly sigh as she whispers something to Rei as she brushes past the cameraman. Kaede then waves the camera in and they walk into the locker room as Jenn grabs her 1WM Championship and slings it over her shoulder with a smug grin on her face.
Kaede Tanabe: Have you ever heard of knocking?
Jenn Drew: I’m sure he was just hoping to catch a peak at me or Rei changing most likely. Isn’t that right, cameraman number 2?
The cameraman stutters and the camera shakes a little bit as Kaede and Jenn both laugh at him.
Kaede Tanabe: I’m sure he’s here because they want to hear from the greatest One Wrestle Champion of all time.
Jenn Drew: You’re so right, Kaede. I am pretty great.
Jenn grins as she adjusts the title on her shoulder and Kaede puts an arm around her.
Kaede Tanabe: You see darlings, people are putting stock in Lash Donahue and this dream he has of beating my girl Jenn here tonight for the World Championship. Some gross, toilet humor loving child. Even he can’t take himself seriously. If he can’t, how can any of us or any of the people watching?
Jenn Drew: The answer’s simple, Kaede. He’s not me and everyone around here would rather see anybody that isn’t me as the One Wrestle Champion. Even if it is a guy that busts a nut on pain. Sure, that may give him an advantage over me. Sure, he’s bigger, and stronger too and yeah, he’s trained at one of the best wrestling academies in the country, but at the end of the day, I have what matters here and that’s the gold.
Kaede Tanabe: Darling, nobody compares to you. You’re one of a kind and you’re going to be walking out as One Wrestle Champion because you’ll do what others won’t. You’ll win by any means necessary. I have full faith in you tonight and I know Rei will continue her reign as the Pride of One Wrestle Champion. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have strategy to discuss.
Jenn Drew: You heard the woman, get out of here.
Jenn grabs the cameraman by the shoulder and turns him around, leading him out of the locker room and slamming the door shut in his face as the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Jordan Monroe versus “Dr. Carnival” Dawn Master
Jordan Monroe versus “Dr. Carnival” Dawn Master
Jordan and Dawn start off the match with a furious clash in the center of the ring. Eventually, it is Jordan who comes out on top by backing up and hitting a front dropkick that lands in the middle of Dawn’s quad, causing her to drop to a knee. Jordan quickly follows it up with a step up enziguri. But Jordan doesn’t stop there, locking in a fujiwara arm bar that immediately causes Dawn to squirm around and try to get out of it. This does nothing but cause Jordan to lock the arm bar in tighter and so Dawn is forced to muster up everything she’s got and try to reach for the ropes. She quickly finds out that she’s a few inches too far away and instead turns things around and tries to get Jordan’s shoulders on the mat.
One…
Two…
TH...KICK OUT!
Slightly angered, Jordan gets back up to her feet and quickly whips Dawn off into the corner before charging forward for a corner splash. But Dawn is ready for her and instead gets out of the way and causing Jordan to crash and burn in the corner herself. Jordan starts writhing around on the mat before she’s yanked up to a vertical base by dawn before being planted down again with a tornado DDT. Dawn pops back up to her feet and stomps around Jordan, making sure that no limb goes untouched before dropping her leg across Jordan’s upper chest and throat with a leg drop. Jordan sputters on the mat as she tries to catch her breath, allowing Dawn to drag her closer to a turnbuckle and launch herself for Perfect Chaos (split-legged corkscrew moonsault) before going for the pin.
One...
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here is your winner… DAWN MASTER!
Taj: Good match.
America: NEXT!
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We go backstage as we see Cain Dominguez walking into the building from the parking garage. 1WM hasn't seen Cain in a long time. Cain sees a camera man filming him. He grabs the camera man and forcedly drags him.
Cain Dominguez: You want a story? I'll give you a story. Come with me because I have something to say.
Cain will take the camera man into backstage of the arena close to the locker room area.
Cain Dominguez: You filming me now. I am taking over this show because I have something to say to the entire One Wrestling Movement. So I am taking over this show now until I get what I need to say off my chest. So you stand there and film this.
The Cameraman gets in position to film Cain and what he has to say. As Cain starts speaking.
Cain Dominguez: One Wrestling Movement, you surprised to see me? Judging by everything going on with me, I'm sure you are. I know a lot of people have wondered where have I been? Why hasn't Cain been around? Did I quit? Was I fired? Well I am going to tell you all the answers to all of those questions. Better yet, maybe after what I say, the company can explain to everyone including myself what is going on. So allow me to bring you up to speed.
Cain takes a deep breath before continuing.
Cain Dominguez: A little history timeline here so bare with me. So when I started here, I started doing everything I was asked by this company and had an impressive win-loss record where I went the longest time never being pinned or tapped out in a match. I was even told I was a future world champion. Then this is when things get interesting, it started with when I kicked that now former shareholder’s teeth down his throat. We all remember him right? Ricky who is no longer in wrestling. Anyway as things would go, you think I would face Ricky one on one. Just like both of us kept asking for it. Yet for some reason someone kept making that match not ever take place. Was it you Cedric? Was it Ricky pulling strings? You can tell me. However what I do know is all of sudden someone else is facing Ricky and meanwhile I'm placed in a tag team with Lash. No long dealing with anybody related what I started. Some reason I was cut from that whole ordeal without an ending. Instead some else got the lay claim to ending the sega of the evil shareholder. The one I started. Someone explain that one because nobody ever wanted to talk to me about it.
Cain would have this angry tone in his voice as he tells his side of things.
Cain Dominguez: So while that was happening, I was teamed with Lash Donohue. A partner I did not ask for or wanted. But like the company man that I am, I didn't complain. I just went along with it. Sure we did win the tag team championship. Then the moment we lost those belts, I was no longer being booked for any of the shows. As if I was fired from this company without them telling me. I was not hurt, all I was doing was sitting at home. Then I came back for a couple of shows, won both times. Then again all of sudden I was sitting at home again. Why? Good question. Meanwhile, I watch as Lash was given all the opportunities. All the title shots and so forth. As I sit at home watching my career be wasted. Now I am here to make my own opportunities. If I can't get a match? Fine. I will take over this damn show because I will not be silenced no longer and from now one, I will do things my way. Not the way this company wants me to do it or for the approval of anybody else. I will not be pushed aside anymore. You may not like it, but I am back. What I do going forward, you may not also like but I could give a damn if you do or not. I am doing what is best for one person, me. Stay tuned.
Cain pushes the camera out of the way and walks off.
Singles Match
Driller Jaworski versus William James Cordova
Driller Jaworski versus William James Cordova
"43% Burnt" by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as Driller Jaworski stomps his way down to ringside.
Taj: I can’t believe we’re gonna do this...
America: You’re starting to say that every time Driller does anything!
Taj: And I still have to ask why do we allow this to happen!
America: Because it can!
"CHAMPION"
The crowd showed a mixed reaction towards the opening chord of the former first-ever EHWF World Heavyweight Champion, and self-proclaimed "Natural Born Nightmare", Bill Ryder. The opening chord to Eminem's "Champion" continued to consume the crowd's attention, as they awaited the arrival of a legend in his own right. The energy in the building picked up once a motivated Ryder made his presence known as he stepped out onto the center of the ramp.
The King stood at the base of the ramp in fashion, allowing himself a moment to connect with the live audience. His beautiful blue cobalt colored eyes looked forward from underneath the black cotton hoodie he kept draped over his head. He kept the hoodie unzipped and open over his shirtless body for good reason, to show off his remarkable chest and six-pack that still to this day was at the top of the business.
The hoodie he wore was a custom-designed with the most recent version slogan "The Nightmare Begins." written across the back in gold print. Both of his hands covered in his traditional black and gold fight gloves that matched perfectly with his long black wrestling tight pants, knee pads, padded boots, and a black elbow pad he often wore over his right elbow.
He wasn't much for taunting before his matches and wasted no time at all down the ramp-way. The fifteen year veteran scanned the empty ring with a composed look across his face, ignoring the disgusting scent of welfare scum surrounding him.
He entered the ring at his own pace still not giving the crowd the time of day. He removed the hoodie from his body, tossing it out of the ring at the nearest pedestrian. He stepped over towards the far left turnbuckle, bracing his back against it, awaiting for his match to begin.
Taj: And this man, I can’t believe he was all in on this idea!
America: Well, if he has a death wish, who are we to tell him he can’t hurry along on his way?
Taj: That’s just...
America: Good business?
DING DING DING!!!
Cordova nods slowly as Driller smirks cruelly. Cordova steps back for a second and then charges forward and launches himself into a forearm smash. Driller catches him coming in for a sidewalk slam. Driller stands up and stomps on Cordova’s chest. He walks over to the edge of the ring and steps over the ropes. He drops down to the floor and grabs a table from under the ring. The big man sets it up and then grabs a can of lighter fluid. He rolls into the ring and starts to look at the table.
Taj: What in the world is Driller doing?
America: Looks like he’s going to celebrate the Fourth of July early, Taj!
Driller steps out onto the edge of the ring but before he can spray anything, Cordova scrambles up and runs over for a dropkick to the back. Driller is caught off-guard and flies off the edge of the ring, crashing down through the table. The crowd explodes as Driller smashes the table to smithereens!
Taj: Goodness gracious!
America: The big man got caught!
Cordova looks down and then steps back, nodding slowly as he waits for the big man to stand up. Driller leans back in the rubble and then looks around the area. Cordova starts to nod more, the crowd coming up in anticipation more and more with every second. Cordova starts to motion at him with his hand to stand up. Driller starts to move and Cordova starts almost bouncing up and down as he watches, nodding and motioning with his hand in a sort of rhythm all his own. Driller starts to get up and Cordova takes off across the ring. He rebounds off the far side as Driller gets up to his standing position. Cordova returns across and leaps over the top! Driller grabs a hunk of table and blasts Cordova right between the eyes! Cordova crashes to the floor, bleeding all over the place from the impact. Driller raises the hunk of table over his head and blasts Cordova in the back with it.
Taj: The referee is being VERY lenient in this match.
America: And Driller is loving this, isn’t he?
Driller reaches down, grabs Cordova by the back of the neck, and throws him face first into the ring post! Cordova bounces off and spins to all fours. Driller grabs Cordova and bounces him face first off the guardrail! Cordova snaps back, bleeding all over the place. Driller scoops Cordova up and press him high above his head. He turns and drops Cordova throat first across the railing! Cordova hits hard and falls back into a heap on the floor. Smirking, Driller pulls out a second table from under the ring, the crowd going crazy as he does so.
Taj: Oh no...
America: I’m sure Cordova is thinking the same thing!
Driller sets up the table and then goes to look for the bottle of fluid he dropped with the first table. As he does so, Cordova starts to stagger up, looking almost drunk from the punishment already inflicted upon him. Cordova accepts a beer from a fan and waits until Driller turns to face him. Cordova throws the beer in Driller’s eyes and goes to punch him in the face. Driller’s arms go up when the liquid hits and he absorbs the shot from William. Driller snaps off a big spinebuster to Cordova, smashing him through the table almost by accident.
Taj: Twice now Driller has gone to set up a flaming table and somehow William has managed to stop him!
America: He damn well better keep pulling miracles out of his ass or Driller’s gonna leave him a smoking crater!
Driller stumbles to the railing and falls to one knee, trying to get the burning in his eyes to stop. A fan dumps a bottle of water over his head and the alcohol clears for him. He stands up, nods to the fan and takes in the scene before him. He walks over, grabs Cordova, and bounces him off the ring post again! Cordova stumbles around the corner and falls forward towards the aisle. Driller grabs him and bounces him almost like a basketball up the aisle to the stage. The big man rams him face first into the stanchion holding up the OneTron and then looks off the stage to the left.
Taj: Oh no… what is he going to try now?
America: Try? Children try, Driller does!
Driller slips down off the stage and walks over to a merchandise table. He shoves all the merch off and then picks it up, stacking on a second table just off the stage. Moving quickly, he grabs a bottle of fluid and starts spraying the stack down. He walks over to a ladder attached to the stage and climbs up to the top. Stepping onto the stage, he walks over and sprays down the top of the table of the stack. When the bottle is empty, Driller tosses it away and then produces a lighter. He gives it a flick and seemingly gets lost in watching the tiny flame dance atop the tool.
Taj: Driller is seemingly mesmerized by the fire of the lighter!
Driller smiles as he watches before touching it to the edge of the table. Within seconds the entire thing is ablaze. Driller stands, looking at the table as if he sees the face of God staring back at him. He nods slowly and then starts to turn around. Cordova rushes up at him and catches him with a slingblade that sends them both off the stage! They crash down through the tables, sending a fireball up around them before smashing the stack to splinters!
Taj: DEAR GOD!
America: William Cordova just pulled a rabbit out of his ass and killed both of them!
The referee immediately calls for the bell.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, due to referee stoppage this match has been ruled a No Contest!
Taj: WE NEED EMTS DOWN THERE PRONTO!
America: I hope Driller is alright.
Crewmen rush in with fire extinguishers to put out what’s left of the fire which allows EMTs to give Driller and Cordova medical attention.
We open to Meera Katz, side by side with none other than fast rising upstart, Vance Isaac Parker. VIP was focused and ready, dressed to compete in his double pinstripe track pants, sleeveless black workout shirt, with dark purple elbow and knee pads, right down to the [new] set of green wrestling shoes.
Meera Katze: Sis, what on Earth are you wearin?!
Vance Isaac Parker: ...It’s nice to see you again as well, Meera. I thought it was obvious. The green and purple is a nod to the stylish suits I wear as Epic’s leading play-by-play analyst. But tonight isn’t about the creator VIP. No, tonight I step into the ring once again, and tonight we settle things once and for all. Tiffany Lynn Page cheated to rob me of being successful in my first-ever match not just in this company, but as a professional match on television. When she tried to do me like that again, my resourcefulness was able to catch it and she lost...but she robbed me of the pinfall victory in the process. A disqualification is still a win, and a blemish on her record but...well, I still have yet to actually pin anyone in this company, believe it or not. Tonight that changes though. Y’see Bianca Davis stuck her big nose in where it didn’t belong and she helped her newfound friend get out of a bad situation, and then almost put me out of commission for my efforts!
Meera Katze: Right right, you was all tied up in the ropes helpless and sheit.
Vance scratches behind his head nervously for a moment.
Vance Isaac Parker: Yeah, that. And then I made a friend when Victoria Salinas came out to save my butt. Who knows what would have happened had she not been there, but that doesn’t matter because she was there, and the two most catty girls that look like they probably live in a Rodeo Drive shopping center, well they got scattered like cockroaches when you turn on the light. But it got worse. All this hostility spilled over into Glory, and we all took our own licks. Including me.
Vance motions for the camera to come in close to get a look at the black eye caused by Tiffany’s hard jab a couple weeks ago. It had started to fade, but there was still some traces of dark discoloration from the impact. The camera pans back as Meera speaks up.
Meera Katze: You got lit the fuck up. But you ain’t run home. I’d have expected you’d bail like any pretty boy type does when life gets tough. But here you are, ready to go.
Vance Isaac Parker: Nah, that ain’t my style. I told the One Dub brass when they signed me, I was all in. And look at me. I’m involved in a high profile match on Legendary, and everyone on this roster knows my name, including our freakin world champion herself, Jenn Drew...all while I haven’t actually pinned anyone yet. I’m having the time of my life in this company, Meera, and that feeling is about to get even more intense when not only do I get that pinfall, but I finally shut Tiffany Page up once, and for all! For me, for the Victoria Salinas of the world, for everyone who was ever told “no” by the Pages and Davis of the world, we’re taking back some dignity, and respect. Call us the Men’s Warehouse, cause Meera, ‘I guarantee it’!
“You want to call it MEN’S Warehouse? REALLY?”
Victoria Salinas walks into the scene, rolling her eyes though this is more in amusement than anything.
Victoria Salinas: Actually, I would call us the USDA because unlike our opponents tonight… we’re ORGANIC… AND we’re all-natural! Okay, maybe that was cheesy… but still…. You’re not the only one that's tired of seeing Tiffany’s face. I am too. She and I share a history that I honestly don’t even want to share. A former company we both worked for kept booking us against each other and it was SO ANNOYING! But you’re not wrong about something Vance… people like her and Bianca? They’ve ALWAYS said “no” to me. I grew up dealing with people like them. I grew up being bullied and berated and humiliated by girls like them and I swore that when I became a wrestler and when I became part of this business, I would NEVER sell out like they have. I have always prided myself upon being real! I’m not a runway model, but I don’t care. I am NOT someone like Bianca who looks like a runway model because I don’t need to be one. What I have always needed to be is a WRESTLER!
Tiffany doesn’t know that because she’s too busy trying to be ‘too sexy’. That outdated bitch doesn’t seem to realize that a certain era of women’s wrestling is over. I will never, EVER allow GIRLS like THAT to ever rule the roost. Period. And tonight, for people like us? We ARE going to get ours… and I’m going to get mine too for all the pre-match shenanigans they put me through before my last match…
Vance Isaac Parker: That's right Victoria, and it's great to have you at my side tonight. And every other night honestly! Tonight we fight for not just ourselves, but for everyone who was ever told they couldn't make it, just like you said. And no matter what you want to call us, whether that be USDA, Men's Warehouse, Organic Beef, or any other name you can think of under the sun, tonight this is as much for us, as it is for the …
Vance holds his finger out starting at Meera, then Victoria, then right out toward where the rest of the crowd would be in the arena.
Meera Katze: Oh lawd here he goes again.
Vance Isaac Parker: ...you, you, you, ...YOUNIVERSE…
Meera Katze: You cheesy sonava --
Vance Isaac Parker: Hey, Victoria, you ready for this?
VIP holds up his hand in anticipation of the high five from Victoria. Victoria hesitates for a bit, but ultimately, a bubblier side of her that she doesn’t show too often comes out of her and she completes the high five!
Victoria Salinas: Hell yes, I am ready for this!!!!
Victoria maintains her energetic mood as she begins to leave the scene.
Taj: These two are beyond ready to get this fight started, and put these last three months behind them!
America: Freakin’ suck ups. They're both such a damn pair of pandering idiots. I can't wait until Bianca and Tiffany show these two that not all stories have a happy ending!
Taj: Wow, tell us how you really feel, America. I apologize for my partner, everyone. Let's take it to the ring.
Tag Team Match
Victoria Salinas and “VIP” Vance Isaac Parker versus”Too Sexy” Tiffany Page and “Queen B” Bianca Davis
Victoria Salinas and “VIP” Vance Isaac Parker versus”Too Sexy” Tiffany Page and “Queen B” Bianca Davis
Victoria stands across the ring and taunts Bianca, who angrily steps into the ring and gets ready to fight. Victoria is about to do the same, when suddenly, VIP motions he wants to start. Victoria raises an eyebrow before shrugging. She steps out onto the apron, much to Bianca's annoyance.
Taj: Bianca looked like she wanted to continue their past fights!
The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
VIP and Bianca circle around one another for just a moment. Bianca then runs forward and blasts VIP with a forearm shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third. VIP stumbles back to the ropes before Bianca shoots her across the ring. She waits for VIP to come back before lifting him into the air and delivering a flapjack! VIP pops back up to his feet, albeit groggily. Bianca bounces off of the ropes and hits him with a big forearm smash! She drops an elbow onto VIP before going for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out!
VIP stumbles back up to his feet. Bianca rushes at him and tries to strike again, only to have VIP lift her into the air, delivering a big backbreaker! Bianca tries to pull herself back up to her feet but VIP grabs her and delivers a series of quick strikes. He powers her onto her shoulders and seconds later slams her down to the mat with a Samoan drop! VIP hooks the leg as he goes for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out!
Taj: It's been a back and forth start to this one!
America: As popular as this VIP kid is, we have to remember he’s still just a rookie in our sport. Sure he has the gift of gab on social media and he’s proving to be an “alright” commentator on that Epic show.
Taj: So what’s your point, America?
America: My point, Taj, is that he needs to find a lane and stick to it in order to become better. Going up against world class wrestlers like my girl, Bianca, and Tiffany might not be the best thing for his career right now.
VIP rolls Bianca over and drives a knee into her back once and then twice. He then applies a chinlock while keeping his knee in the middle of Bianca's back. Bianca's eyes go wide in pain though she does manage to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's up, VIP tries to wrestle her into position for an abdominal stretch, though Bianca rolls him up into a pinfall.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Wow that was close!
Bianca pulls herself back up to her feet. VIP closes the gap and hits Bianca with an European uppercut! Bianca responds with one of her own! The two battle back and forth without giving the other so much as an inch. Finally, Bianca knocks VIP back to the ropes. She heads to her corner of the ring and tags Tiffany into the match. Tiffany charges into the ring and tries to set VIP up for a spear---only to have VIP catch her with a big knee strike! The impact sends Tiffany stumbling, allowing VIP to tag Victoria into the match! Victoria springs into the ring and runs at Tiffany, hitting her with a second knee strike for good measure! She then grabs hold of Tiffany and lifts her into the air for a belly to belly suplex into a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Victoria has had some degree of success against these two in the past in other wrestling promotions!
America: But whether she can do it tonight in THIS wrestling promotion is a different story!
Victoria grabs hold of Tiffany and drags her up to her feet. Smirking, she hits Tiffany with a big chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO!
Victoria follows it up with a second before bouncing off of the ropes.
Crowd: WOOO!
Tiffany cuts her off with a big dropkick! Victoria rolls over to the ropes and tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's standing, Bianca grabs her by the hair on the apron. Victoria manages to turn around to yell at her! Tiffany tries to use the opening to her advantage---running at Victoria. Salinas pulls herself out of the way at the last possible second, causing Tiffany to crash into her partner! Bianca hits the floor and Tiffany stumbles around. Victoria bounces off the ropes and delivers her Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)!
Taj: Victoria may have it here!
Victoria hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...the team of Victoria Salinas and Vance Isaac Parker!!!
Taj: Victoria saw an opening and took advantage of it!
America: WHAT IN THE FU...!
Her footfalls echo upon the walls of the concrete-bricked backstage hallway as the Lady Terminator walks along the double spaced corridore. It had been a little while since she had last spoken with her young friend, Lash Donohue. She raps her knuckles upon his locker room door and waits for a response patiently.
Lash Donohue: Who the heck can that be?
Lash was ever so slightly miffed as he finished with his wrist tape, biting the end off. For once in his life, Lash Donohue had been doing what he had set out to do. Put his head down, work and achieve. This knock was certainly unexpected, but still, he steels himself and clears his throat as he prepares to deal with it, come whatever may.
Lash Donohue: Oh! Ursula! Hi there! Look. It's sparsely furnished. But won't you come on in?
Ursula nods and enters the locker room. She takes only a moment to look around and then nods with approval.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is cleaner in your locker room than the last one I had visited. How are you this evening?
Lash Donohue: Well. Everything is cleaner, Ursula. It's high time that I held myself to a higher standard, is it not? If I want any shot of being taken seriously, I simply must. I am well, though. What gives me the pleasure of your attendance?
Ursula Von Rossbach: I wanted to see how you are doing and perhaps hold casual discourse with a friend.
She offers a small, polite smile. Lash cannot help but return it.
Lash Donohue: I'm just suiting up for the biggest match of my dang life. Nothing too crazy. I am glad you stopped by, actually. I am weary of some things, and you are always a beacon of reassurance in certain circumstances. If you catch my drift.
Clasping her hands together, she inclines her head towards Lash.
Ursula Von Rossbach: A penny for your thoughts, Mr. Donohue?
Lash sighs. Deep down, Lash knows that Ursula knows what this has to be about.
Lash Donohue: While there have already been some casualties. While we have seen it turn once kind hearted, loyal men and women into something that can only be regarded as suspicious. While it is ripping this company apart, one stray seam at a time. What the hell are we doing still being mixed up in this idiotic class war, Ursula? We see the pointlessness of it all, and yet still, ego reigns supreme and we find ourselves drawn right back in to where we started. Just what the heck can we do to put a stop to this idiocy once and for all?
She takes in a deep breath and nods her head. Ursula turns and walks over to the nearby bench, finally taking a seat.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is an unfortunate state of affairs that I feel even the fans do not truly care about. The “story” has lost much of it’s meaning as Solomon Monster and Erick St. John seems to both be stuck in a circular argument. They agree and disagree, one is possessed with resolve but does not really have a true direction, causing chaos for the sake of simply doing so, while the other seems more interested in sexual conquest as opposed to actually leading a cause and pursuing the change he so desperately sought before.
Within her clasped hands sounds the soft crackle of knuckles as she depresses them against her palm.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I have grown tired of both and my interest in them really only resides with the tag team championships held by the Kali Kartel members, the Headhunters. Otherwise, they can fight/fuck/whatever the hell they wish to do amongst themselves and leave myself, Coda, and everyone else who does not wish to be part of it, out of it.
Her eyes find Lash once more.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I simply do not care anymore about either of them or their causes. I, like you, wish only to enter the Arena, fight my opponent, and increase the value of the promotion I work for. Let the others fight their lost and pointless causes.
Lash beams and nods along as Ursula speaks. He's suddenly rejuvenated, knowing that he isn't the only one thinking this way.
Lash Donohue: YEAH! Let the so-called leaders of today grapple with their own bad taste and their thinly veiled quests for personal glory at the expense of all around them. Let them fight like a couple of rabid dogs over the threadbare tennis ball that once was their very belief system. Let THEM argue like naughty teenagers. We'll just be over here in our little corner taking names.
Ursula Von Rossbach: We will be doing what they should be doing, leading by example and actually wrestling for things that matter, not some pointless and silly ideal or standard that means nothing in this day and age.
Lash winks and salutes as Ursula finishes speaking.
Lash Donohue: Y'know. I did once think that there never could be a time when we would agree on anything, Ursula. But you're alright.
In ahead of a withering glance, Lash laughs, holding his hands up. It's best that he correct himself!
Lash Donohue: In all seriousness? Thank you. Thank you for the reassurance, and for dropping by, and just being you. I needed this.
There was no withering stare from Ursula but instead a small smile. She has always understood him, even when he thought she did not. Slowly she rises from her seat and places a hand upon his shoulder.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are welcome, Mr. Donohue. I too needed a small bit of reaffirmation, so in return, thank you as well.
Lash waves it off, feeling as though he didn't really do anything of substance.
Lash Donohue: Ah, it's nothing.
Ursula Von Rossbach: When one feels alone in their opinions, it helps to hear that opinion validated by someone who is not themselves.
Lash Donohue: Just know that I have the best interests of 1WM at heart going into this match with Jenni Drew. And when it comes to your ongoing saga with those Kali neanderthals? You and Coda don't need to question for a second whether I'm watching over it or not. I am. You *will* be the World tag team champions. Come hell, or high water. Or knowing 1WM? Both.
Lash nods affirmatively as he turns to a support beam in his locker room and commences a set of pull ups. Ursula looks at him oddly for a second, and then salutes as she takes her leave.
Taj: A strange one, to be sure. This right here is potentially the next 1WM World champion, America! What do you think of that?
America: I think that's a bunch of BS and Lash’s head is in the clouds, Taj. That's what I think.
Singles Match
"Ya Girl" Q versus Jacob Striker
"Ya Girl" Q versus Jacob Striker
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Both Q and Jacob circle around one another with smirks on their faces. They talk trash to each other, neither willing to take their eyes off of their opponents for even a second. Finally, the two get fed up with one another and meet in the center of the ring, exchanging hard right hands! They battle back and forth across the ring, punch after punch connecting!
Q gains control of the match when she knocks Jacob against the ropes. Q hits him with a chop to the chest and then ties Jacob's arms up in the ropes. She hits him with one more chop in the chest to wear him down before bouncing off of the ropes and kicking Jacob in the jaw with a hard kick! Jacob falls to the mat but wisely crawls out of the way to keep Q from going for the cover.
Taj: Quick start to this one! Both Q and Jacob are talented enough to know exactly what they need to do to win!
America: And perhaps more importantly...the fans don't really like either one of them! So, they don't have to worry about impressing anyone! They don't have to worry about making people happy! They just need to win!
Smirking, Q looks at Jacob pulling himself back up to his feet. She steps toward him and hits Jacob with a slap in the face that draws a few gasps from the fans. Q follows it up with a second. She then pulls Jacob up to his feet and says something that the camera audio can't hear before bouncing off of the ropes. Before she can do anything, Jacob leaps into the air and cuts Q off with a double knee shot to the face! Q tries to pull herself back up to her feet, but Jacob hits her in the mouth with an elbow! He then slams Q to the mat with a snap suplex! This time, it's Q rolling out of the way to keep Jacob from going for the cover.
America: It's always fun to watch two people go back and forth against one another.
Q reaches her feet as Jacob immediately hits her with a kick in the ribs. Jacob follows it up with a second before dragging Q toward the middle of the ring. Jacob smirks and sends Q crashing to the mat with a discus elbow smash! He hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Q slowly heads over toward the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Jacob hurries over and hits Q in the mouth with a forearm smash that knocks Q onto the apron. She slumps against the turnbuckle as Jacob charges and tries to connect with The Phantom Train (running arched big boot to a cornered opponent)! Q ducks out of the way just in time, Jacob instead connects with the turnbuckle! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet but Q grabs him and snaps off Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! The fans are shocked as Q hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, I thought Q had it there! I thought she had defeated the ex-Pride of 1WM Champion!
America: You know it’s a shame that Q hasn’t held a championship in 1WM yet! She’s literally defeated a who’s who in this company.
Q glares at the referee in annoyance. She then grabs hold of Jacob again and drags him back up to his feet. Q hits him with a slap to the face before getting Jacob in position for another Q’s Lament! Jacob blocks this attempt and spins Q around, leaping into the air and hitting her with a knee strike! Q stumbles around from the impact. Smirking, Jacob pulls her into position and snaps off The Last Surprise (slingblade)!
Taj: This could be the end of it all?
Jacob covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: That was an impressive victory!
America: Jacob is looking to refocus after losing the Pride Championship last month. I think I like it.
Cutting backstage we see Justice Cross who has just finished getting ready for her match. She would be texting someone when Bianca Davis walks up to her.
Justice Cross: Girl tonight I have my title match against Rei for the Pride of 1WM title.
Bianca shrugs her shoulders, flipping her hair.
Bianca Davis: Yeah I know, and as long as you follow what we have been doing and not try anything remotely dumb, you got this. I mean look at what happened on Epic when you followed the plan? You won against that no good greasy disgusting hobbit Molly. Plus you know the champ will try and take advantage of any opportunity to get ahead. So this isn’t the match to play nice with.[/font]
Justice Cross: My win against Molly was tainted and you know that. But don’t worry. I know what the plan is because you and Joshua both have been telling me all about the plan nonstop. So when it comes time for my match tonight I will do anything and everything to make sure that my arm is the one being raised at the end of it. Besides, Rei has made this personal. She brought my son into this and that is something that she needs to be hurt for. She’s not even a mother so who the hell is she to tell me what to do when it comes to my kid. You know what I mean?
Bianca nodded her head, though she clearly was annoyed.
Bianca Davis: Tainted? Oh don’t let those hashtag basics even get to you all that matters is the w not, is it tainted or not? Like gross seriously! And, honey what she is doing is trying to get a rise out of you to take your mind off the task at hand, to focus your energy in the wrong way. That’s not what you want to do. Only one thing matters when that bell rings and that is taking that title to shut them up.
Justice Cross: You sprayed her in the face with your perfume.
Justice laughs a bit after saying that.
Justice Cross: You're right. Rei is trying to use my son as a way to get me to be off guard during our match. She thinks her tactic will work in her favor but the reality is it will work against her favor. I will walk into the match with nothing and walk out with everything. I am a third generation superstar who isn’t the least bit worried about my match.
Bianca Davis: Well, let's be honest she was stinking up the place with her horrible disgusting scent. Like, you don’t wear the scent of the pub, and it was coming through her disgusting pores ew!
Bianca said, giving a catty giggle, as she continued on.
Bianca Davis: Exactly, plus I got a question for you? What was what you were saying to Brie about making me think you are my friend? Like if that was the case that’d be pretty stupid to admit out loud just saying?
Justice Cross: Did you even pay attention to what I talked to Brie about? Because I have to tell you she tried to bring up things about our conversation where I threatened her. I never told her that I was making you think you were being my friend. I mean I told her I didn’t have time for her because I had to go find you.
Bianca rolls her eyes a bit before nodding.
Bianca Davis: Whatever, I just want to make sure because I am the last one, to try and mess with. Brie, please that one is a hindrance to your growth girl, like you don’t owe her a damn thing, wish you would see that.
Justice Cross: Look I get what you are saying. Brie has been my best friend since we were little kids. I can’t just throw her friendship away. You can understand that I can be both of your friends right?
Bianca rolls her eyes before sighing.
Bianca Davis: Fine, just don’t let her get in the way of what you got to do. And that is making sure you bring the Pride title to The Family. Me, and Samson will be watching that match very closely, after all we know she will have her freaks in her corner.
Justice Cross: She will definitely have them there with her. She can’t win if she doesn’t cheat. But seriously, don’t worry, ok, I won’t let you down. And I can’t let Joshua down. That title is going to be mine at the end of that match and her title reign will be the shortest reign ever. I know the plan, you know the plan, it will come to full fruition tonight in that very ring. So are we cool now? Because I know you weren’t returning my calls this week after I spoke to Brie.
Bianca gives her a reassuring smile.
Bianca Davis: Were cool, now let's get ready for your big moment shall we? And then we will celebrate the night away.
The two girls walk off towards the gorilla position so Justice could go out to the ring.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Justice Cross versus Rei Park
Torres: The following is a PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender plays as Justice Cross makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches...she is the challenger...JUSTICCCCCEEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
The techno like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds. Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
You can call me monster.
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Seoul, South Korea….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….she represents one-half of the Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Championship...she is REEEEEIIIIIIIIIII PARRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You can already feel the tension in the ring!
America: This is about to get interesting!
Sure enough, Rei and Justice both get face to face with one another. They begin to exchange words as the referee tries to separate the two so that he can call for the bell. The two ignore him as their voices rise. When it becomes clear that the two aren’t going to listen, the referee steps away. Almost seconds later, the two begin to exchange vicious right hands with one another as the fans rise to their feet. The two girls brawl back and forth across the ring with no sign of stopping, the referee making one more half-hearted attempt to gain control of the match!
Taj: So, is this even going to become a match?
America: I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?
Justice is able to take control of the brawl as she knocks Rei back against the ropes. Rei grabs hold of them and tries to regain her composure. Justice shakes her head and runs at Rei to strike---only to have Rei kick her in the mouth! Justice stumbles back from the impact. Rei shakes her head and runs at her---hitting Justice with a big spear that sends her crashing to the mat! She tries to pound away on Justice on the mat as both women roll out to the floor and continue to brawl.
America: I have a feeling that this is about to get even more violent!
Taj: You can just TELL that they don’t like each other!
Rei continues her attack on Justice on the floor. She grabs hold of Justice and drags her up to her feet. Rei runs with Justice and throws her HARD into the steel steps! She then drags Justice back up to her feet once again. This time, she lifts her into the air and drops Justice onto the guard rail! Justice bounces off of it and hits the floor. Rei shakes her head and plays up to the fans for a moment, getting a mixed reaction in return. Rei ignores it and runs forward---trying to deliver a running knee that would send Justice into the guard rail! Justice ducks out of the way at the last possible second and Rei’s knee hits the guard rail instead!
Taj: That probably didn’t feel too good…
America: Rei shouldn’t have taunted! She got blinded by the attention!
Justice pulls Rei up to her feet. She yells something that’s largely impossible to understand. Justice then slaps Rei in the face and begins to pound away on her with a series of forearm strikes! Rei tries to defend herself, but can’t before Justice throws her into the ring apron! She bounces Rei’s head off of it before spinning her around and delivering some vicious chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Rei tries to stumble away from Justice, who responds by chasing her down and throwing her into the ring post! Rei’s head bounces off of it as she falls to the floor!
Taj: I’m not even sure who’s winning this...looks like Justice?
America: Maybe?
Justice begins to laugh as Rei tries to crawl back up to her feet. Justice makes her way over toward Rei’s arm and grabs hold of her. She leans down and whispers in Rei’s air, making sure that Rei is fully aware of the fact that “What Justice wants Justice gets”. Rei grits her teeth as Justice pauses for just another moment. She savors the feeling before going to lock in an octopus stretch! Unfortunately for her, Rei powers her way out of Justice’s grasp! She wrestles Justice to the floor and instead flips her over so that she can lock in Parseltongue (crossface chickenwing with bodyscissors)! Justice’s eyes go wide in pain.
Rei Park: Say it, you bitch! Say it!
Rei pulls back on the hold as Justice doesn’t even hesitate for a moment.
Justice Cross: Fine, fine! Mercy!
The referee calls for the bell. The fans sit in stunned silence as a smirking Rei releases the hold.
Torres: The winner of this match via submission….AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion...Rei Park!!
Taj: I...can’t believe what we just saw…
America: Honestly? Same!
Rei steps away from Justice and holds her arms out. She soaks in the crowd’s response, both positive and negative. The ref hands her the title belt as she makes her way over toward a cameraman and gets in the cameraman’s face.
Rei Park: Do you see what I just did? That’s why I’m better…
Rei steps away and once again decides to pose and play up to the fans in hopes of winning them over. She then turns around to face Justice but instead is BLASTED with a chairshot from Bianca Davis!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
America: HOLY SHIT!
Taj: WHAT THEY SAID!
Rei falls to the canvas in pain, busted open, and semi-conscious. Bianca smugly stares down at both Rei and Justice before tossing the chair away and calmly walking to the back.
COMING SOON
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Regulators, Incorporated ("Calamity" Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy) versus The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Torres: The following match is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHiPS scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn plays as “Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy make their way down to the ring.
Taj: Regulators, Inc have beaten The Headhunters before. Can they do it again?
America: Nope.
Taj: That remains to be seen.
Torres: And their opponents...
Nipsey Hussle "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.
Torres: Hailing from Stockton, California...weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds...representing The Kali Kartel….they are the current reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are ERICCCCCCC and DEXTEEERRRRR CALLOWAAAYYYYYYY….THE HEADHUNTERRRRRRRSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The Headhunters immediately demanded this match after defeating The Master Sisters for the Tag Team Championship.
America: You say that as if it was a bad thing, Taj? Like Eric and Dexter wouldn’t be fighting champions? Hell, before they even were the champs they were basically the poster childs for the Tag Team division!
Taj: Well here we go!
DING DING DING!!!
Jane Adler begins the match for Regulators, Inc, while Dexter Calloway begins for Headhunters. The two circle each other, Dexter trying to go for Jane's leg, but Jane manages to get out of the way and the two lock up. Dexter Calloway manages to pull her into a standing side headlock and drops to a knee, trying to get Jane to tap out early. Jane is able to get back to her feet, backing into the ropes and pushes Dexter off and into the ropes. Jane drops to the mat as Dexter runs over her, and then connects with a hurricanrana, trying to get a pin but Dexter kicks out.
Taj: Jane trying to end this one quickly, but to no avail.
America: It’s the Headhunters, Taj. There is NO ONE on the roster that can touch this team right now.
The two get back to their feet with Jane throwing a forearm shot to Dexter. She follows with another and another. Dexter connects with a knee to the midsection and then a snap suplex, and then follows with a neckbreaker. He moves to her legs, but Jane starts to kick Dexter off. She gets to her feet and suddenly catches him with a tornado DDT! Jane starts to get to her feet, moving over for a tag. But Dexter connects with a chop block, taking Jane down to the mat. He pulls her back and drops an elbow on her leg. He tries to get an Indian deathlock on, but Jane quickly gets to the ropes.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Fiv...Dexter finally breaks the hold.
Taj: Dexter could have been disqualified.
America: He's in a mood tonight, okay?
Taj: When are the brothers ever not?
Dexter gets to his feet, pulling Jane up and goes for an Irish whip. Jane counters, sending Dexter into the ropes, but does not see Eric tag himself in. She connects with a headscissors takedown, sending Dexter to the edge of the mat. As she gets to her feet, Jane is blasted with a clothesline from behind by Eric.
Taj: A blind tag and Jane did not see it.
America: She certainly felt it.
Eric looks at Sadie, taunting her before he turns his attention back to Jane and drives an elbow into her back. Eric moves over and tags Dexter, who climbs the turnbuckle. Eric picks Jane up and drives her into his knee with a backbreaker as Dexter connects with an elbow drop. Dexter tags Eric back in and he goes right for a pin.
One…
Two…
THRE...Sadie dives into the ring to break the pin!
Taj: Sadie makes the save!
America: This one should have been over then and there!
As the referee gets Sadie out of the ring, Dexter comes in and stomps on Jane's knee as Eric holds it out. Seeing this, Sadie tries to get back into the ring but is finally forced to leave. Eric claps his hand and steps out of the ring. Dexter stomps on the knee and tags in Eric again. The referee seems confused for a moment, but accepts the tags were legal.
America: You may not like them, but The Headhunters are smart.
Eric waits for Jane to get to her feet and connects with a DDT. He rolls through for a pin, but Jane immediately kicks out. Keeping on the attack, Eric pulls Jane up and shoots her into the ropes, tossing her up into the air and connecting with a European uppercut. He goes for another cover.
One…
Two…
THR...Sadie breaks the pin again and makes her way out of the ring.
Taj: Jane needs to make a tag. Sadie is chomping at the bit to get into this match.
America: Eric and Dexter are smart to keep Jane isolated and focus only on her.
Trying to seize victory, Eric picks Jane up, attempting a gutwrench suplex, but Jane somehow manages to turn it into a tornado DDT and then connects with a standing moonsault! She rolls over and starts to make her way to her corner. Eric almost catches her but Jane manages to make the tag!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS!
Sadie comes running in, throwing shots at Eric. She shoots him into the ropes and connects with a hurricanrana, releasing him and then hits a swinging neckbreaker.
Taj: Sadie Cassidy is like a ball of fire!
America: Let’s see how long that lasts.
Shooting the ropes, Sadie takes Eric down with a slingblade and goes for a cover.
One…
Two...Eric kicks out, but Dexter almost makes it into the ring to break the pin attempt.
Sadie connects with a kick to the midsection and hits a DDT. She shoots the ropes, going for a handspring elbow, but Eric is able to connect with a clothesline to the back of her head, knocking Sadie down onto the mat.
America: Didn’t last long at all.
Eric shakes the cobwebs out and throws his arms into the air. He seems ready to try and finish the match, lifting Sadie up off the mat. She manages to push him off and connect with an enzuigiri. She rolls Eric over and goes for a crippler crossface, locking in the hold.
Taj: Sadie looking for a submission finish!
Somehow though, Eric still has enough left in him to get to his feet. With Sadie still on his back, he drops down on top of her! The referee moves into position to count the pin.
One…
Two...Sadie kicks out!
Both competitors start for their corners.
America: We don't talk about it a lot, but Eric is actually pretty strong. Sadie may not weigh a lot, but I doubt you could lift her like that, Taj.
Taj: Jane and Dexter looking to get back into this match.
Eric tags Dexter back in, who darts across the ring to get Sadie by the leg before she can make a tag. Sadie manages to get to her feet, connects with an enzuigiri, and dives for the tag!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: I hate you.
Jane heads into the ring, connecting with a headscissors takedown and then a bulldog. Jane mounts the turnbuckle, waiting for Dexter to get to his feet. She dives, going for a missile dropkick but Dexter steps out of the way! Jane lands on her back and Dexter takes the opportunity to try and lock in a sharpshooter.
America: This could be it! If Dexter locks this in, it's over for these cowgirls hicks.
Before she can tap out, Sadie dives in with a jumping superkick!
Taj: Sadie makes the save!
America: Get her out of there!
This causes Eric to come into the ring and blast Sadie with the Superman punch, sending her to the outside! Jane is able to knock Eric out of the ring and turns back to Dexter. From out of nowhere, a slightly bandaged Driller Jaworski jumps the barricade and grabs Sadie Cassidy. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs and slaps them onto Sadie, who seems to have come around and realized what is happening.
Taj: What the hell?!
Jane, who has no idea what happened outside, poses for the crowd before shooting the ropes. The cameras flash as Driller meets her in mid run with the Pounce! The referee immediately signals for the bell!
America: Did that just happened?! Did that just actually freakin’ happen?!
Torres: Due to interference the referee has awarded this match to Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy, Regulators, Inc. But since championships cannot change due to disqualification, AND STILL the 1WM Tag Team Champions….Eric and Dexter Calloway...The Headhunters!
Eric rolls into the ring, while Dexter manages to get to his feet. Driller looks down at Jane on the mat. The crowd somewhat cheers as Jack Riggs runs into the ring, looking at Driller. Neither Eric or Dexter move.
Taj: Is Jack Riggs out here to help Regulators, Inc?
America: What the hell is going on?!
Suddenly, Jack grabs Jane and drives her into the mat with Big Trouble (burning hammer) to a shocked crowd! Sadie is trying to pull herself free but to no avail. Jack kneels in the middle of the ring, slowly getting to his feet.
Taj: Oh my goodness!
Eric looks down at Jane and then at Sadie, who is trying to get into the ring.
Eric Calloway: The Kali Kartel continues!
Dexter Calloway: Oh it ain’t over, mothafuccas!
Taj: It looks as if The Headhunters made an offer and Driller Jaworski and Jack Riggs have answered.
America: This has really become one scary ass crew!
While the stunned crowd jeers and boos, Eric and Dexter Calloway, Driller and Jack stand side by side with their arms raised as the show fades to a commercial.
The Legendary World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from Ericcsson Globe in Stockholm, Sweden
Streaming July 31, 2021
Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Diamond” Lash Donohue versus "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY EIGHTEEN MAIN EVENT!! It is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of seventeen girls in a row, and there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro. Lash gets a mixed reaction as he strolls out with a stuff upper lip and looks around, scanning the crowd. Lash Donohue strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans seem to be a little nonplussed as Lash spits his gum into their zone and then gives them a smile as of he did something kind.
Lash reaches the ring and he smirks as he shows off his raw athleticism by skinning the cat. Lash starts running the ropes as he awaits his opponent.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and eight-eight pounds….standing at six feet even….he is a former 1WM Tag Team Champion...he is the challenger...he is the Diamond….LASHHHHH DONOHUUUUUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Taj: Lash is not only looking to add the top hardware in 1WM to his mantle but I would think he is looking for a measure of revenge for his sister, Arley Kirk, thought lost the World Heavyweight Championship to the new champion as well as an almost embarrassing rematch last month at Legendary Seventeen.
America: If you get to defeat one Kirk, you can defeat them all. This should be an easy payday for the new champ.
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet...representing the Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNNNN DREEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This woman is looking to further cement her World Championship reign with a title defense against the scrappy Lash Donohue!
America: Save the oversell, Taj. There is nothing that you can say that get me to believe that Lash will be able to hang with Jenn! Walk. In. The. Park.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Lash stares at Jenn cautiously. Jenn smirks and practically begs Lash to take the first shot at her. Lash doesn't bite. Lash and Jenn continue to stare one another down before Jenn suddenly runs forward and blasts Lash in the mouth with a forearm strike! She follows it up with a second and then a third---the impact of the blows sending Lash staggering toward the ropes!
Taj: Well, I guess that's one way to get things started!
America: Tell me about it...
Lash tries to create space between herself and Jenn, though he's unable to do so easily. Sensing an opening, Jenn grabs Lash and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle! Lash crashes into it hard; slumping against it. Jenn tries to follow it up just moments later with a big clothesline in the corner---though Lash ducks out of the way at the last second! Jenn crashes into the turnbuckle. She tries to recover---only to have Lash grab her and send Jenn to the mat with a snapmare! Jenn sits on the mat momentarily as Lash bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running dropkick! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: And just like that, Lash is taking control!
America: Using Jenn's aggression against her is never a bad idea...
Lash grabs hold of Jenn and drags her back up to her feet. He locks in a front facelock and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Jenn down. Unfortunately for him, Jenn is able to fight her way out of Lash's grasp with a series of elbow strikes! Lash stumbles back in pain as Jenn runs and hits Lash in the mouth with a jumping knee! The impact drops Lash down to the mat. Jenn pulls Lash back up to his feet and shoots him across the ring, waiting for Lash to return on the rebound. She tries to lift him into the air---only to have Lash send her to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The fans show Lash their support as Jenn grabs the ropes.
Taj: It really does look like Lash is showing that he's at the top of his game tonight and ready to follow in the footsteps of his sister as a World Champion!
America: Yeah, well...I guess we'll see if he can put it away. Don’t bet on it though.
Once Jenn reaches her feet, Lash closes the gap between them. He hits Jenn with a few quick chops to wear her down.
Crowd: WOO! WOOO!
Unfortunately for him, Jenn responds by hitting Lash with a perfectly hidden thumb to the eye! Lash staggers back in pain and Jenn uses the opening to send Lash to the mat with a missile dropkick! Jenn hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jenn with the illegal poke to the eye!
America: You know...Jenn has tried to warn him...
Taj: That still doesn't excuse the blatant cheating!
Jenn grabs Lash by the hair and begins to slam the back of his head into the mat! The referee watches for a moment before coming over and pulling Jenn away! The fans boo as Jenn simply shrugs it off and waits until Lash starts to reach his feet. Once Lash is almost up, Jenn runs and catches Lash with a big dropkick that sends him back down to the mat! Jenn hooks the leg once again.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: It's amazing how Jenn is right back in this!
America: Almost like she knew what she was talking about when she criticized the wrestler that Lash is, huh?
Lash tries to crawl his way over to the ropes to pull himself back up to her feet. Jenn quickly closes the gap between and drapes Lash’s throat over the ropes. She knees Lash in the back of the head and then bounces off of the ropes. Jenn lands on Lash’s back and causes him to bounce off of the ropes! Lash tries to catch his breath but Jenn grabs him by the hair and repeatedly begins to slam Lash’s head into the mat once again! The referee comes over to warn Jenn to stop, which causes her to cover Lash for the pinfall.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was some very good ring awareness by Jenn Drew...in her own way.
America: What an unnecessarily backhanded compliment! She absolutely knows what she’s doing right now! She’s wearing Lash down and keeping him from getting back into this match! There is a reason why she’s the World Champion, Taj.
The fans show their disdain for Jenn’s efforts when suddenly the lights of the Allianz Arena shut down, plunging everything and everyone into darkness. A sudden hush comes over the predominantly German crowd before a haunting techno riff fills the arena.
America: This can’t be good.
At 0:24 mark of the instrumental remix of "Majesty" by Apashe, the big screen above the entrance ramp comes to life and displays the following image:
A digitally-distorted voice speaks to the arena crowd.
Voice: First they ignore you. Then they ridicule you. Then they fight you. And then you win. It's time for a new beginning.
At 0:48 of "Majesty”, a spotlight shines on the highest empty seat section above center ring. There, a hooded figure dressed in all-black, wearing the same Guy Fawkes mask shown on the big screen, sits nonchalantly looking down at the bewildered ring occupants. The cameras pan up to get a close-up of the mystery figure:
The digitally-distorted voice speaks again as the masked figure stands up and points down at the ring.
Voice: PRIMUS. INTER. PARES.
"Majesty" reaches the 1:12 mark with its massive crescendo and all the spotlights go into a strobe light effect. Everyone seems hypnotized by the light show and eyes struggling to catch another glimpse of the masked figure. Then at the 2:00 mark of the theme music, the arena is plunged back into darkness for several moments. The arena lights begin to cycle back on and there's no trace of the mysterious masked intruder.
America: What in the hell was that about, Taj? Actually who the hell was that about?
Taj: I honestly have no idea, America.
Jenn shrugs it off and waits for Lash to begin to pull himself back up to his feet. Jenn grabs Lash, trying to get him into position for a DDT! Before she can plant Lash on the mat, Lash manages to shove Jenn away. Jenn regains her footing quickly but is nonetheless hit with a perfectly timed enziguri!
Taj: That one hurt!
Jenn staggers around from the impact. Sensing an opening, Lash runs, leaps into the air, and catches Jenn with a hurricanrana! Lash hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: Almost!
America: The question isn’t whether Lash is capable of keeping himself in the match, Taj...it’s a question of whether he can put Jenn away!
Jenn tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Lash lines himself up with the champion and runs forward---attempting a shining wizard! Jenn ducks underneath the attempt and quickly grabs hold of Lash’s knee, trying to lock in a kneebar! Lash kicks away at Jenn to keep her from locking in the hold and crawls over to the ropes to grab hold of them. The referee forces Jenn to break up the hold---only to have Jenn lock it in anyway. The referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Jenn releases the hold!
The fans boo loudly as Jenn shrugs it off.
Taj: It seems very much like Jenn is trying to prove a point in this one!
America: Of course she is! Bend the rules a little bit and you’re going to be a lot more successful!
Jenn pulls Lash over toward the center of the ring. She mouths off at her in an effort to make sure that Lash gets the point. Jenn then tries to grab hold of Lash but the challenger frees himself from Jenn’s grasp. He grabs hold of her and rolls her up instead.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close…
America: Jenn should’ve stayed aggressive! She might regret this!
Both are quickly back up to their feet. Jenn connects with a hard knee strike sending Lash to one knee. Jenn then runs at Jenn and plants him on the mat with a shining wizard! Not hesitating for even a moment, Jenn grabs hold of Lash and locks in Coyote Clutch (Mexican stretch dragon sleeper bridging deathlock)!
Taj: No way! Jenn is using Arley’s Coyote Clutch again!
America: Hahaaa….I love it!
Lash’s eyes go wide as he briefly looks for a way out of the hold. Jenn locks in the hold tighter!
Taj: Jenn really has the Coyote Clutch locked in. I’m not sure how much longer Lash can remain conscious?!
Lash tries to counter the move but Jenn just has it in too tight. After a few moments, Lash can do nothing but pass out!
Torres: The winner of this match, as a result of a submission...AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Jenn Drew!!!
Taj: Jenn has successfully retained the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship!
America: And she did it yet again with Arley’s submission move. I think we should start calling Jenn the Kirk Killer!
Jenn gets to her feet and is handed her championship belt, she mocks the still unconscious Lash. As she turns to exit the ring, she is blasted full force from out of nowhere by a discus big boot, courtesy of Jacob Striker! Jacob stands over Jenni with a blank look on his face.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
America: HOLY SHIT
Taj: WHAT THEY SAID!
Jacob doesn’t waste any time as he hauls Jenn up to her feet and then very quickly shoots Jenn up like he’s going to hit his Emerald Flowson finisher, the Apocalypse, but instead he quickly rotates the two of them around, wrapping his arms around Jenn’s right arm slamming her to the mat and quickly locking in a very painful looking armbar. He wraps his left leg around the front of Jenni’s throat as he uses all of the strength in his legs to haul back on the arm, crossing his ankles as he does so for extra leverage. Jenn fights in agony as her face quickly turns pink then red with pain as he forces her entire right arm to take the insane torquing that can be brought in using a person’s entire two hundred and thirty pounds of weight.
Taj: Why is Jacob doing this? This is totally unbecoming of him.
America: The hell you say, Taj! Jacob is sending a clear message after losing the Pride of 1WM Championship last month!
Coming to his senses, Lash manages to get to his feet, looking to perhaps save Jenn from the heinous attack. As he hobbles over he too is unexpectedly blasted with a Fade to Black (claymore kick) from Cain Dominguez, who has seemingly emerged from out of the crowd and slid into the ring!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
AMERICA: HOLY SHIT!
Taj: WHAT THEY SAID!
With a crazed look in his eyes, Cain pulls the bleeding from the mouth Lash up to his feet by his hair. Releasing a primal scream, Cain grabs Lash by the throat, lifts him up, and drops him with a ring rattling chokeslam! The Pain Maker is quickly upon his former TagTeam Champion partner pounding away with a hammer fist!
Taj: What is going on! This is crazy!
America: This is a killing field, Taj. A straight up killing field!
As the ref fights to get Jake off of Jenn, the cameras show that his face is still completely blank before he finally lets go of the hold and rolls away from Jenni who is now clenching her arm in pain. Striker simply looks at her with a cold, distant look before he slowly gets up to his feet and walks over to where the World title is laying on the mat. He picks it up, slowly folding the straps behind it to look at it rather pointedly before he walks over and kneels right before Jenni’s face as she looks on in complete and utter fury at the former Pride champion. Her expression then turns to fear as he gives her perhaps the most unsettling smile this side of Hannibal Lecter before he simply drops the title. At the same time Cain stands up and looks down upon the semi-conscious bloody Lash.
Taj: Sickening and disgraceful.
America: And I love it!
Cain and Jacob lock eyes before giving each other a knowing nod. They both exit the ring as the cameras cut back to laid out Lash and Jenn.
The cameras then suddenly cut to the backstage area where we see Jacob Striker walking towards an awaiting vehicle when suddenly Butterscotch Munroe comes running into frame.
Butterscotch Monroe: JACOB STRIKER!! JACOB STRIKER, PLEASE WAIT!!!
Jacob suddenly stops right next to the vehicle and then slowly turns to look at the senior backstage interviewer as she comes up to him with a confused look on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: Jacob Striker, you have been strangely quiet since your loss of the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship a few short weeks ago and now your actions here tonight, what is going on?
Jacob gives Butterscotch a slightly amused look for a moment before he shakes his head and looks at someone inside of the car.
Jacob Striker: Okay, so I owe you a fiver. She was faster than I thought.
Jacob then turns back to look at Butterscotch with a slightly more serious look.
Jacob Striker: Allow me to correct you on one thing, Butters. Rei Park did not beat me for the Pride championship. She and her little neckbeard friends cheated me out of a fair victory, plain and simple and I’ll deal with Rei and her little brass knux carrying bitch boi later. But let’s go back to your original question shall we? You ask me why did I attack Jenni Drew here tonight? Well if you recall, the first show that I was following Rei’s last attempt to screw me out of my title I warned her and her little band of mouth breathing sycophants that if anything unbecoming of a real champion were to happen to me involving them and that title, I promised them that things would be escalated and much more fun around here.
Butterscotch makes like she’s about to say something but Jacob holds up a finger which stops her.
Jacob Striker: I also pointed out that if such bullshit did indeed happen then I might just have to raise my gaze a bit higher...and take a good long hard look at someone else’s title. Now you can say a lot of things about me, but you cannot say that I’m a liar, now can you? I promised everybody that if bullshit was to occur, then I would drop this masque of civility and start simply being me out there in that fucking ring and not one of those little shits actually believed me...now did they?
Butterscotch Monroe: No, apparently they did not.
Jacob Striker: So, that is where we found ourselves don’t we? Now, I’ve made my intentions very well clear...I want the World Heavyweight Championship and I want it at a time and place of my choosing, not Jenni or anyone else...I name the *PLACE* and I name the *TIME*. But I promise that I won’t just pick any jolly old Epic or Glory...no, I want Jenni’s public execution to happen in a manner proper for a world champion.
Jacob Striker then gives a final firm nod before he turns and starts to get into the car, but suddenly he stops and coughs as Butterscotch was starting to walk away.
Jacob Striker: Oh, and Miss Monroe?
Butterscotch Monroe: Yes?
Jacob Striker: In case you were wondering, yes I could’ve broken Jenni Drew’s arm tonight but out of my respect for her much better half, I held back and didn’t follow through. So Jenni can thank Sammi for that singular bit of mercy.
Jacob then gets into the car and the door closes as the show fades to black.
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