Post by Legal Department on Jul 15, 2021 17:45:35 GMT -8
Glory XIV LIVE from Albuquerque Civic Auditorium in Albuquerque, New Mexico
The New Mexico crowd is pretty excited as they enjoy a pyrotechnics display while "We die young" blasts from the speakers.
Ruby Kirk: Good evening One Wrestle Movement fans and welcome to our fourteenth edition of Glory!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Y'know something, Kirk? The people of New Mexico could use some freakin' personal hygiene or something! It reeks up in here at the Civic Auditorium!
Ruby Kirk: Ah, Marci. Always a beacon of positivity, right?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Forget you, Kirk. Anyway, we got us a crazy looking card right here tonight. My girl TLP gonna be in action! And my boy Solomon is gonna smash that El Diablo Blanco dweeb all the way back to the yar..
Ruby Kirk: We got a real HOSS FIGHT going on when we see Tim Brody take on Jack Riggs of the Kali Kartel!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Let's not forget about The House swattin' down those murky hillbillies, the Rebel Rousers!
Ruby Kirk: Most unbiased commentary in the business, folks.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut up. Anyway, Culpepper and Salinas, Hawkins taking on our resident psychopath, Driller Jaworski. Oh I hope I see some blood. Or maybe some broken bones and sinew and stuff!
Ruby Kirk: Well, it's a very real possibility tonight. Shinigami Foundation are taking on Symphony Of Destruction in our headliner. And let's not forget that we're gonna crown the inaugural Glory champion tonight! It's been a long time coming and somebody is going home with that gold. As the popular saying goes, bitch we might!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Rude. Ignore my colleague, folks. We're gonna go to a little something special right now. We have two new One Wrestle Movement signees in Leroy and JC Keeton going head to head in our opener. Let the games begin!
Debut Match
JC Keeton
vs.
Leroy Marks
JC Keeton
vs.
Leroy Marks
DING DING DING!!!
Ruby Kirk: The New Mexico crowd is pretty excited to see what both of these new signees can do!
Marks and Keeton stare each other down intently as they circle, the fans giving them a rhythmic clap to inspire them before they tie up in the centre. Leroy gets the go-behind on JC and tries for the waistlock takedown, yet JC Keeton manages to turn it into a modified arm drag. Both men back to their feet and Keeton goes for another arm drag, but Marks retains his footing and reels Keeton into a brutal European uppercut, staggering him back a few steps!
Marci D'Abruzzo: OOF! See that spittle fly!
Ruby Kirk: Kick to the gut by Marks and a swinging neckbreaker!
Leroy nods as he holds on to JC in that position, dragging him up to his feet..
Ruby Kirk: And Marks surprises Keeton with a Russian legsweep! Cover and he hooks the leg..
ONE
TWO
JC Keeton gets the shoulder up!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Keeton is still in this one, but Marks has definitely rattled him!
Ruby Kirk: Marks is staying on his prey here, dragging him up to his feet. Irish whip into the corner..
Keeton hits the corner and Leroy runs in to follow up with a clothesline, but Keeton catches him out of nowhere with his trademark dropkick!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Ruby Kirk: Geez! I think Marks flew back a few feet there, D'Abruzzo!
As Leroy gets back to a knee, he's trying to shake off the cobwebs when he is suddenly caught with a springboard double foot stomp from Keeton!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Marks hits the deck!
Ruby Kirk: Keeton dragging Marks up with a double underhook..
JC only manages to lift Leroy halfway before he plants his feet back down and reels Keeton into an inside cradle..
ONE
TWO
T..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Keeton reverses!
ONE
TWO
TH..
Ruby Kirk: JC Keeton trying now! No! Marks turns it into a bridge!
ONE
TWO
THRe..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Keeton just manages to get the shoulder up! And we have a roll through!
The crowd gets super pumped as they watch Keeton manage to dump Marks on his back and try to hook in a Kimura..
Ruby Kirk: JC can't quite turn him over..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Wait for it..
JC lets out a cry of exertion as he rolls into the Omoplata!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Marks looks like he's in trouble here!
There's a mixed reaction as Leroy struggles, yet proves strong enough to get a hand to the bottom rope.
Ruby Kirk: JC's gonna have to let go of this one!
The crowd intensity perks up again as JC tries to drag Marks away from the ropes, but he manages to get back to it. Keeton finally relents on the Omoplata as the referee gets to 3. JC goes to drop the leg on Leroy, but lands hard as Marks rolls out of the way, taking advantage and issuing a couple of knees to the midsection and a forearm to the face as he drags Keeton back to his feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Irish whip into the corner, but Keeton with the reversal! I think Keeton might be hooking up for the Diamond Dust here!
The crowd are stunned as Keeton launches for the DD, yet Marks manages to free himself, throwing Keeton off..
Ruby Kirk: Keeton landing on his feet..
Marci D'Abruzzo: JUMPING CUTTER by Leroy Marks! This could be it!
ONE
TWO
THREe..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Too damn CLOSE!
Ruby Kirk: Keeton got a foot on the bottom rope!
Leroy sits up, sweat dripping from his face all the way down his body. He looks around with a mixed expression of exhaustion, confusion and anger for a second before his brow furrows and he nods to himself with determination.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You watch, Kirk. Leroy Marks knows what he's gotta do and he's gonna end this!
Leroy drags JC up to his feet, and Keeton is unsteady, quickly falling back down to his knees where Marks snarls and beats on him with kicks, forearm shots and a double axe handle blow for good measure. Dragging JC to his feet, Marks lets loose with several vicious knife edge chops!
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!
Keaton seems angered by this and returns fire!
CROWD: WOOOO!
Ruby Kirk: And now we have an uppercut contest on our hands!
The crowd issues a "WOAH!" with every shot as Marks and Keeton exchange European uppercuts back and forth. After about four, Marks seems to get the better of Keeton and takes advantage with an Irish whip..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Keeton looking groggy on that rebound..
The crowd gets excited again as Marks leaps up for his patented cutter, and even more so when Keeton shoves him away instead!
Ruby Kirk: Leroy turns back around..ODE TO THE OUTLAW!
The jumping leg lariat lands on target, and Keeton rolls it into a pin.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall - JC KEEEEEEETONNNN!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Not bad. Not bad at all, Kirk.
Ruby Kirk: Are you crazy? That was an insanely good opening match from two of our newest signees. JC Keeton may have gotten the win tonight, but Leroy Marks was also crazy impressive!
Marci D'Abruzzo: He'll 'crazy impress' me when he wins a match, Kirk!
Ruby Kirk: Anyhow. Both of these guys, D'Abruzzo criticism notwithstanding, are going to be making waves in 1WM. I know it. Speaking of making waves, I'm getting word from backstage that someone wants to promo, so who are we to stand in their way?
Marci D'Abruzzo: If it shuts your dumb ass up, I ain't got a problem with it, Kirk. Let's do it!
As we cut backstage, a sweeping camera follows Justice Cross into the catering area beyond the curtain of the Albuquerque Civic Auditorium. Going over to a table, she looks down at Coda who sits at the table eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich alone before her upcoming tag team match against the Shinigami Foundation.
Justice Cross: Coda? Do you have a minute or two?
For a moment, the number one contender for the Splat! MultiUniversal Championship ignores the other woman in favor of eating her sandwich, savoring the bite by toying with it with her tongue in her closed mouth. Once she swallows, though, she lazily looks up at the woman who approached her.
Coda: You come to attack me again?
Justice looks at Coda with surprise for a second, then sits down across from her.
Justice Cross: No, I didn’t come here to attack you again. I came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you for a second. So if it is ok I’m going to talk and then you can talk back?
Coda doesn’t protest, instead choosing to slowly eat her triple-decker sandwich while she listens.
Justice Cross: Good. I came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you about my attacking you. It was totally uncalled for and I’m sorry. You walked up to me and questioned me and I had people telling me things that I thought were friends but they aren’t. So Coda, I’m sorry I attacked you. And I’m sorry I made you lose your match too.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju lets the piece slide down her throat.
Coda: You are forgiven. Now please leave. I like to be alone sometimes.
Justice nods, then leaves the tag team specialist to her thoughts.
Singles Match
Olivia Blue
vs.
Noelle Jansen
Olivia Blue
vs.
Noelle Jansen
DING DING DING!!!
Ruby Kirk: Jansen and the newcomer, Blue circle for just a moment before they lock up..
Olivia and Noelle jostle for position at first with neither getting the upper hand.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Olivia Blue trying for the dragon screw legwhip, Jansen with the evasion and the deep arm drag..
Olivia Blue gets back to her feet and blocks another arm drag attempt, nailing Jansen with her own and following up with a jumping seated senton
Ruby Kirk: Blue with the cover.
ONE
TWO
Ruby Kirk: Noelle Jansen kicking out pretty fast, and Olivia dragging her back up and sending Jansen to the corner with a hard Irish whip!
Jansen hits the corner, and Blue tries to follow up with a running knee..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Jansen leaps to the top rope and Blue runs into the corner just in time to eat a double foot stomp from Jansen!
The crowd BOO as Jansen gives the signal and beckons for Blue to turn back around..
Ruby Kirk: HUGE headscissors takedown by Jansen!
Olivia Blue tumbles and rolls into the corner, runs up and nails her with a springboard spinning back kick! Olivia stumbles out of the corner and falls down near the middle of the ring..
Ruby Kirk: Jansen is heading for the top rope again!
Marci D'Abruzzo: MOONSAUL~
Jansen sees Blue roll out of the way and she manages to hit the ground, launching into a forward roll to avoid Olivia's attempt at a superkick..
Ruby Kirk: Jumping cutter by Jansen!
Noelle scrambles over and hooks the leg
ONE
TWO
THRe..no!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Olivia Blue just gets her shoulder up!
Noelle Jansen is angry as she gets down and delivers a fast flurry of mat based forearms before dragging her groggy opponent to her feet..
Marci D'Abruzzo: It looks as though Jansen is going for her BRAINBUSTUHH~
The crowd is on their feet as Olivia Blue manages to break free halfway up and land on her feet behind Noelle Jansen..
Ruby Kirk: Superkick to the back of the head!
There's a loud crash as Jansen hits the mat in a daze, but Olivia isn't done yet, dragging Jansen to her feet and hauling her off with an Irish whip before running in the opposite direction..
Marci D'Abruzzo: I think Blue is looking to end it right here! ODB!
The fans are on their feet once more as Noelle side steps, reels Blue in, drags her down and latches on!
Ruby Kirk: La danza de la muerte! Jansen has it locked in! And Olivia Blue taps, choosing to fight another day!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this bout, via submission, NOOOELLLE JAAAANSENNNN!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Another standing example of what people are talking about when they tell you to tune into One Wrestle Movement broadcasts, Kirk! The wrestling on show so far tonight has been phenomenal.
Ruby Kirk: I couldn't have said it better, D'Abruzzo. And I'll promise ya. It's only going to get better!
Marci D'Abruzzo: After we go to commercial, you lucky 1WM fans are being treated to my girl Tiffany Lynn Page taking on Matt "Raven" Knox! Don't go anywhere!
Singles Match
"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page
vs.
Matthew "The Raven" Knox
"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page
vs.
Matthew "The Raven" Knox
DING DING DING!!!
Knox has a look of determination and Page seems bored as they lunge forward and lock up..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Raven with the go behind, TLP whacking him in the face with a series of stiff back elbows for even thinking that one was gonna work!
Knox staggers back and Tiffany turns on her heels, a look of anger crossing her face as she issues a bitch slap..
Crowd: OHHHH!
Knox touches at his cheek and grins before beckoning for Tiffany to do it again. She huffs and obliges, only for Knox to block the attempt and ensnare Tiffany's arm, reeling her in for a huge double arm DDT!
Ruby Kirk: Knox showing Page how it's done!
The crowd volume picks up once more as Knox looks around before launching at the ropes and coming back with the lionsault..
Marci D'Abruzzo: TLP popping up those knees!
Knox bounces off clutching at his midsection.
Ruby Kirk: Page taking advantage here, dragging Knox back to his feet..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Swinging neckbreaker! Wait..
The crowd volume picks up again as Knox manages to reverse and swing Page back around..
Ruby Kirk: Knox is hauling her up for The One Who Knox!
TLP manages to slip out and land on her feet!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox turns back around! Superkick by Page!
Knox staggers back..
Marci D'Abruzzo: PRIMA DONNA!
The chick kick lands hard and Knox falls into a slumping position in the corner where TLP follows up and nearly takes his head off with a running face wash.
Marci D'Abruzzo: TLP smells blood in the water as she hauls Knox out of the corner.
Page leaps up and tries to end this with her take on the codebreaker..
Ruby Kirk: SEX IN THE C~
The crowd really perks up as Knox holds his footing and converts it into a modified powerbomb before managing to turn TLP over for an ankle lock!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Page kicks Knox away! Both competitors are on their feet again!
Knox lets out a growl as he lunges at TLP with the big boot..
Ruby Kirk: LITTLE DROP OF POIS~
TLP rolls out of the way at the last second and the boot misses wildly!
Marci D'Abruzzo: TLP jumping on the back of Matt The Raven Knox! She's got that RESTING BITCH FACE locked IN!
Knox struggles for a second, managing to slip out and reverse the predicament!
Ruby Kirk: THE MERCY, THE MURDER!
Knox shakes TLP around like a pitbull as he gets the Katahajime locked in, where he seizes the chance to try to break her in half with the backstabber but TLP breaks free, leaps up and lands a devastating codebreaker from out of nowhere!
Marci D'Abruzzo: OH MY GOD! SEX AND THE CITY!
Knox bounces on impact and an exhausted TLP rolls him up for the cover
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, TOO SEXY - TIIIIFFFANNNY LYNNNN PAAAAAGE!
TLP's music hits, but neither competitor is moving just yet..
Ruby Kirk: I have to give it to these two. That was a massively entertaining bout, and they gave it their everything. But there can be only one winner!
Marci D'Abruzzo: I'm tired of this pleasantry BS, Kirk. I'ma cut you off right here, and we're gonna go backstage to watch something that is infinitely more entertaining than your humdrum ass. Can y'all believe I'm already done with this woman tonight?!
Before Ruby gets to defend herself, the feed cuts to the ringside camera..
Singles Match
El Diablo Blanco
vs.
Solomon Monster
El Diablo Blanco
vs.
Solomon Monster
DING DING DING!!!
Solomon seems to be snarling as he and El Diablo Blanco briefly circle. They both lunge forward for the lock up, yet Solomon gets a ton of heat from the NM crowd as he swerves and rakes the eyes, gaining the upper hand as he rocks El D with an open palm strike..
Marci D'Abruzzo: You can't ever say that Solomon Monster ain't a smart man, Kirk!
El D stumbles back against the ropes as Solomon delivers another open palm strike.
Ruby Kirk: Smart? I don't know. Cunning? Definitely.
Solomon whips El D and charges after him.
Ruby Kirk: El Diablo Blanco ducks the clothesline from hell!
Solomon lets out a growl, swings around and delivers a haymaker!
Marci D'Abruzzo: The slippery weasel evades that one too!
Ruby Kirk: Hurricanrana by El D!
Solomon crashes into the corner, getting to his feet only to be met with a dropkick from El Diablo Blanco. The fans get excited as El ascends to the second rope and they count along as El D begins to wail on Solomon..
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
Solomon is trying to break free of the predicament and this is causing El D to lose his footing..
8
Marci D'Abruzzo: Wait! Solomon with the knee to the lil Diablitos! Gutwrench powerbomb off the second rope! Cover by Solomon!
ONE
TWO
THR..no!
Ruby Kirk: El D found the strength to kick out!
Solomon shakes his head in refusal and covers El D again, this time hooking the leg!
ONE
TWO
Marci D'Abruzzo: How the hell did this dweeb get the shoulder up?
Ruby Kirk: The passion and the fight are pretty dang strong in this one, D'Abruzzo!
Solomon is angry now, dragging El Diablo Blanco to his feet and doubling him over with a knee to the midsection.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Solomon Monster looking to end this with the ARGENTINE BACKBR~
The crowd cheers as El D delivers a couple of sharp elbows to the head and slides free, landing behind Solomon, speeding off towards the ropes and springboarding..
Ruby Kirk: Huge springboard tornado DDT by El D..
Crowd: OHHHH!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nope! Solomon catches him with an even bigger tilt-a-whirl spinebuster! Cover!
ONE
TWO
THRE..no!
The fans are on their feet as El Diablo Blanco gets the shoulder up!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Solomon has had enough of this masked doofus, Kirk! And frankly, I have too!
Solomon Monster angrily drags El D back to his feet and issues a knife edge chop before sending El D off for an Irish whip..
Ruby Kirk: Solomon looking to take his head off with the Yakuza kick!
The crowd volume boosts once again as El D somehow manages to catch the shot and use Solomon's own momentum to haul him into a vicious high angle spinebuster!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Ruby Kirk: El D wasting no time getting to that top rope! FEELIN' FROGGY!!
The frog splash connects hard and El Diablo Blanco hooks the leg.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: What a rip off! And that was a fast count!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, EL DIABLOOO BLLLLANCOOO!
El D's music hits. Solomon sits up shaking his head as he watches El D roll out of the ring and celebrate with the fans as he starts making his way up the aisle. As if on cue, The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, blindside El Diablo Blanco, roll him into the ring and commence stomping away on El D!
Ruby Kirk: Just...WHAT?
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's the Kartel, Kirk. You don't gotta like it, but you must accept it!
Solomon is able to scoot back into a corner to watch his Kali Kartel brothers completely maul El D. The brothers get El D ready for a Drive By (Eric holds an opponent in a shoulder mount hold while Dexter hits a flying DDT to the opponent out of that position) when suddenly the light in the arena go out!
Ruby Kirk: What the heck is even going ON?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Why do they always tinker with the freakin LIGHTS?
As the lights return, standing in the middle of the ring is the mysterious masked man that has been making an appearance on the past few 1WM broadcasts. Solomon is quick to his feet while The Headhunters allow El D to fall to the canvas. The Calloway brothers rush at the Guy Fawkes wearing stranger. The Mystery Man whips out an electric baton and cracks/shocks Eric and Dexter! They fall to the canvas convulsing in pain.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh DAMN.
Ruby Kirk: BZZZT! You don't want to be on the receiving end of that!
The Mystery Man turns just as Solomon approaches with a bullrush. Mystery Man leap frogs over Solomon. The Monster bounces off the far ropes and on the return the Mystery Man jabs the baton into Solomon's stomach, sending a current of electricity through his body! Solomon drops to the canvas convulsing in pain along with the Headhunters.
Ruby Kirk: The masked stranger is just looking to frizzle fry every sumbitch he sees, and I like that in a person!
The Mystery Man now turns his attention to El Diablo Blanco who finally has made it up to his feet. The luchador holds his ribs with his left hand while he extends his right hand out to the Mystery Man to shake. The Mystery Man stares at the hand for a few minutes before the lights go back out. Once they come back on, the Mystery Man is gone leaving El D in the ring with the writhing members of the Kali Kartel.
Ruby Kirk: It looks as though Shadows McGee was out here to teach the Kartel a much needed lesson, D'Abruzzo. But why?
Marci huffs, covering up a growl developing in her throat.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You watch, Kirk. My friend Solomon over there? He's gonna start making some waves around here. Some changes.
Ruby Kirk: Oh yeah?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh yeah. He has the power, Kirk. You'll see!
Ruby Kirk: Indeed. Interesting choice of words. Ambush notwithstanding? Impressive win here tonight by El Diablo Blanco, folks. Yet, according to my earpiece, I do believe it's time to head backstage, so here we go!
We go to footage that took place earlier in the day, Griffin is in the empty arena....not a soul among him as he sits in the ring, dressed in black jeans and a Metallica T-Shirt. He sits with his arms around his knees, just taking in the atmosphere. After some silence, he begins to speak.
Griffin Hawkins: Every time I come to this ring...I know that I'm gonna go to war. I've won many battles...and lost a few battles here. In this world, you can't predict what's going to happen...just like nobody predicted that Driller Jaworski would injure Erick St.John in a cowardly attack. And he seems to be proud of that...but what's to be proud of? Taking away a man's livelyhood just because he beat you at your own game? Possibly ending the career of a guy who has done more for this business than you ever have? Truth is Driller...Erick St.John is tougher than you'll ever be. Hell, I think his girlfriend may even be tougher than you. You could prove to me otherwise, but of course you're gonna surround yourself with the Kartel..because let's face it, you need them. If you want to be Kartel member number 5028..that's on you. But you and me Driller...we are gonna fight. And I'm coming to bring the pain.
He looks at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: On the last Epic..you had a chance to explain yourself, and explain why you decided to join the Kartel. We waited and waited...and you know what we got? Nothing more than a bunch of whining and crying and excuses.
He then makes a sad pouty face, sticking his bottom lip out.
Griffin Hawkins: Aww..you're all sad just because somebody didn't acknowledge you? You're gonna cry like a widdle baby just because nobody respects you? You're gonna bitch just because nobody bailed your dumb ass out of jail?
He then returns back to his serious tone of voice.
Griffin Hawkins: There is no crying in wrestling! You expect the whole world to get down and kiss your ass just because you "invented" some 15 minute wrestling challenge due to the fact that you can't last in a normal singles match against more established opponents. You're not special Driller, you're not bigger than 1WM. This may sound cliche...but respect is earned big man, and you're not gonna get any carrying on like an overgrown child who just got his toys taken away. As for this match...I got no problem beating the respect into you.
He casts a serious glare to the camera man.
Griffin Hawkins: Do you know why the Kartel chose you Driller? It's simple, it's because you're stupid. You're a near 300 pound man with the mind of a 3 year old...that makes you easy to manipulate. The Headhunters...they are smart, I never thought I'd hear that from my lips..but they are smart. They know how to bully management and manipulate the system to hold on to those Tag Titles. You on the other hand Driller..are as dumb as a stump and twice as ugly. You don't get that they are using you for your muscle. If it was some other jabroni that joined the Kartel, they'd let them rot in jail. But they bailed your simple ass out because without all that muscle, the Kartel is nothing. And when they are done using you, they are gonna throw you out on your big ass. But before that all happens, I want a piece of you. I want to see just how bad you are.
He gets up, looking down at the other camera man outside the ring.
Griffin Hawkins: But I question something Driller? Why are you so desperate to get me in a Scaffold Match...or whatever stupid shit your brain cooked up on social media? Could it be the fact that you know deep down inside that in a true one on one match with no stipulations attached that you can't beat me? Here's the truth Driller...I've defeneded World Titles in Scaffold Matches. I've fought in No Holds Barred Matches. I've fought in Cage Matches. I've fought in Last Man Standing Matches...Hair v.s Hair Matches...hell, I fought in a Street Fight that literally took place ALL over Las Vegas...and I didn't even go to jail that night after I won. But the difference between you and me is, I don't need to rely on gimmick matches. I don't need some goofy overbooked stipulation to get the advantage. You need it because you don't have that much faith in your abilities.
He leans against the ropes.
Griffin Hawkins: See, while you were off getting shitfaced drunk and making a complete and total ass of yourself...I was out in the Gym training. While you were sitting alone in a Jail cell pissing yourself in fear as an even bigger guy sat next to you, I was studying your tapes of past matches. While you're off obsessing with everything I do over social media, I am counting down the hours that we're gonna clash. See, your problem is you think just because you're this big jacked up goon that everybody is gonna punk out to you, like it's a given that you're gonna win every time...meanwhile in the real world, it doesn't matter how big you are, how bad you are, or how much of a reputation you built for yourself. You're human just like me..you bleed..you breathe..and you can and WILL be beaten.
He steps out of the ring.
Griffin Hawkins: Unlike you Driller...I don't need to surround myself with a bunch of ass kissing lackies who'll tell me what I want to hear. I got where I am today because of me...you are here right now because you need a group of babysitters to lead you around everywhere you go because they can't trust you all by yourself. But if you are the man you say you are, fight me alone. Leave the Kartel crutch in the back and we'll settle this like men. Can I beat you in a straight up match?...I don't know. Can you beat me in a straight up match?..I don't know either. Looks like we'll find out here tonight. So get ready...because the Driller....is gonna get rocked.
He walks off as the camera feed cuts to black
Ruby Kirk: Rough lines for Jaworski fresh from the word hole of Griffin Hawkins!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut up, Kirk. FFS.
Glory 14 cuts away and we are backstage in the Kali Kartel locker room. Jack Riggs is sitting backwards on a chair, AC Slater style, and across from him is one half of the tag team champions, Dextor Calloway. They are playing some sort of card game and there is a pile of money on the table between them.
Dexter Calloway: Full house!
Jack Riggs: Fuck! You are some sort of fucking card shark...
Dexter grabs the pile of cash, pulling it forward but as he does a King of Hearts slips out of his sleeve. His eyes go wide as Jack glares at him.
Jack Riggs: You sneaky little fuck! Give me my money back. You always got some shit up your sleeve. That's why I fucking love you fucks.
The camera man gets a bit closer and Jack looks back at it before glancing back at Dexter who was pushing the pile of money towards Jack now.
Jack Riggs: Just a sec, Dex. I gotta talk about this piece of shit opponent I got coming up tonight.
Jack gets up, kicking the chair to the floor behind him for no reason. He looks at the camera for a second before a smirk cracks across his face.
Jack Riggs: Bro! Bro! Bro! Shut your fucking mouth, bro! You know what? Fuck it! Keep saying "bro" like you are some surfer fuck and I'll be the one who busts our God damn mouth so you can't speak without choking on your own fucking blood. How about that, bro?
Jack scoffs a bit before shaking his head.
Jack Riggs: You are a fucking joke. One-M-Dub didn't even spell your name right on the card. How does that feel? You are such a shitty draw for the company nobody noticed or cared and they called your sorry ass Joe Body. More like NoBody if you ask me. You are just a fucking bug for me to squash. This ain't gonna be a wrestling clinic or anything. It is gonna be a straight up massacre and I'll enjoy every minute of it. You see I'm undefeated in this company. I've face some real bad bitches and come out on top, why do you think you can do any better? What have you done that should impress me? Nothing. You ain't shit and I'm gonna beat you down and fuck you up beyond recognition come Glory. Now get the fuck outta here, I got a game to play.
Jack turns around, shaking his head as Dexter is already shuffling the deck. Jack snatches them out of Dexter's hand with a laugh.
Jack Riggs: Give me those fucking cards. You think I trust you to shuffle?
Jack starts the shuffle and deal out the cards to Dexter as Glory 14 cuts away to commercial..
Singles Match
Tim Brody
vs.
Jack Riggs
Tim Brody
vs.
Jack Riggs
The newest member of the Kali Kartel stands in his corner of the ring and glares at Tim. Just about everyone in the arena looks unnerved, Tim Brody, however, is not everyone else. He calmly remains in his corner of the ring and tries to get himself psyched up for the match. The referee takes a deep breath and then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Riggs steps toward the middle of the ring. Tim Brody does the same. The two men briefly exchange words with one another. Suddenly, Brody steps forward and hits Riggs in the mouth with a hard right hand---the New Mexico crowd becoming unglued in the process.
Ruby Kirk: WOAH! Unusually aggressive approach by Brody tonight! This is what happens when someone gets sick of your BS!
Tim follows up with another punch and then another. Riggs stumbles back from the impact as Brody grabs hold of him and shoots him across the ring. He waits for Riggs to come back on the rebound before stepping forward and sending him crashing to the mat with a clothesline! Riggs quickly pulls himself back up to his feet as Tim Brody gets himself into position. He hoists Riggs into the air and slams him down to the mat with a flapjack---Jack’s face bouncing off of the mat!
Ruby Kirk: This has been an impressive start to this match thus far, and I have to say...I like what I’m seeing from Tim Brody! He’s going toe to toe with a man who didn’t hesitate to align himself with this company’s most hated group!
Marci D'Abruzzo: I might have a lot of problems with Tim Brody, but...he’s never been one to back down from a fight! I don’t know why you expected anything different this time around!
Riggs tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Brody senses an opening and charges forward---hitting Riggs with a knee strike that sends him staggering around. Brody grabs hold of Riggs from behind and readies himself to power him into the air. Unfortunately for him, Riggs blasts Brody in the mouth with a big elbow smash that sends him staggering around. Brody takes a few steps away to try and recover. Riggs turns around and hits Brody in the mouth with a second elbow smash for good measure. He then grabs hold of Brody and shoots him across the ring---stepping forward and sending him crashing to the mat with his Pork Chop Express (bicycle kick) on the rebound!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Not only is Jack Riggs an unnerving person to be in the ring with, but…
Ruby Kirk: Are you seeing this power? The man’s a physical specimen!
Riggs grabs hold of Brody and lifts him off of the mat. He shakes his head and hits Brody with a clubbing blow to knock him groggy. He then effortlessly hoists Brody into the air and holds him above his head for a moment. Riggs slams Brody to the mat with a gorilla press slam and begins to laugh hysterically! He then drops on top of Brody for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Riggs positions himself over Brody and begins to pound away on him with a series of clubbing blows. The referee finally comes over and forces Riggs to give Brody enough space to recover. Brody uses the ropes to reach his feet. Once he’s standing, Riggs runs forward and tries to take control of the match---only to have Brody cut him off with an European uppercut! The impact sends Riggs staggering. Brody grabs and launches Riggs over his head with a big belly-to-belly suplex! Riggs crashes hard to the mat! He crawls over to the turnbuckle and tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Brody closes the gap and climbs up to the second turnbuckle---hitting Riggs with a right hand to the face, and then a second.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Tim is staying adamant about punching Jack in the face!
Ruby Kirk: Yo, I respect it, but he should be focused on winning the match, too!
The crowd chants along with the punches: three, four, five, six, seven...until Brody hops down to the mat. Riggs stays slumped on the turnbuckle. Brody steps toward the center of the ring and tries to keep the fans on his side. He turns back and charges forward and tries to deliver a strike in the corner---only to have Riggs step forward and cut him off with a devastating urinage!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh wow!
Ruby Kirk: That was some real impact!
Riggs grabs hold of Brody, drags him up to his feet, looking to possibly drop him with Big Trouble (Burning Hammer). Instead Brody quickly pulls Riggs down into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this match...Tim Brody!!!
Ruby Kirk: Talk about a huge victory…
Marci D'Abruzzo: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Brody rolls out of the ring and makes a mad happy dash up the rampway to the back. After a few seconds of realizing what has just transpired, a fuming Riggs slides out of the ring and rumbles up the rampway to give chase.
Ruby Kirk: Wait, what? What’s going on?
Marci D'Abruzzo: What is this?!
Ruby Kirk: I’m getting news that something is going on backstage!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh FFS… they’re on the loading dock!
The scene opens up to Riggs and Brody crash through a crate onto the loading dock backstage and then fall a few feet to the asphalt beneath it. Brody staggers up, bleeding slightly from the mouth. Riggs gets up and coldcocks Brody, knocking him into the truck next to them. Brody kicks back at Riggs and then starts climbing. Riggs follows him and the two start fighting atop the trailer of an eighteen wheeler!
Ruby Kirk: My God, they’re on one of the road trucks! What are they THINKING?
Marci D'Abruzzo: This. They're thinking about doing THIS.
Riggs punches Brody in the body a couple of times and then grabs him by the throat. Brody tries to knock himself loose and almost loses his balance near the edge. Riggs re-establishes his grip and then throws Brody off with a chokeslam! Brody flies through the air, readying to smash down.
Ruby Kirk: That’s the main production truck! OH MY GOD!!!
The broadcast suddenly cuts to white noise, with nothing but static coming over the airwaves. This goes on for a second before fading to another commercial..
Returning from the commercial, we find one side of the ropes removed from the ring as a lengthy ramp is installed with a beautiful red carpet flowing down the length of it. Over the ring mat is a peculiar swath of green shag carpeting covering the full ring dimensions. In the ring are two chairs - one of which being a comfortable looking, real genuine leather Laz-Boy Recliner, and the other...an old yellow chair that looked like it didn’t go with anything at all. Stood in between the two was a tremendous, beautiful fountain of champagne that cascaded down the sides into a ‘moat’ as it were, below. Kind of like those exquisite chocolate fountains high-end restaurants have, but for champagne. Real sharp stuff. Sat around the fountain was a series of wine glasses, leading to wild speculation by the announcers.
Ruby Kirk: Whoa, check out the spread! Who do you think is involved?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Well I’d say we don’t have long to wait…
“Rock Me Amadeus (instrumental version)” by Falco begins to play, sending the crowd into a frenzy for the classical pop stylings made possible by only the one composer!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh God. This guy just doesn’t get “IT”, does he? Why is he still here?
Ruby Kirk: He won his last Legendary match, and people seem to react to him, I think that more than answers the question don’t you think?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Won? He had to be carried by his tag team partner, Victoria Salinas! And what a prize she is…
Ruby Kirk: At any rate, one-half of Team USDA...I think that’s what they called themselves? Is on his way out here, which can only mean one thing.
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, hailing from Boca Raton, Florida...weighing in at one-hundred-seventy-eight pounds, he is the host of The VIP Room, Vance Isaac Parker!
VIP was dressed in his trademark green suit with purple dress shirt, muck akin to his announcer’s look during EPIC broadcasts. Pressed to the nines, he was clearly not here for a fight. Halfway down the aisle, VIP stopped and listened to the faint chants of his initials from the crowd. It had taken three and a half months, but the people had already begun to take a liking to him and his brand of entertainment. He couldn’t help but smile as he reached inside his suit jacket to grab a microphone, his banger theme slowly drawing to a fade.
Vance Isaac Parker: How’s everyone doing tonight, are you ready to be entertained?! And check out this set, wow the men and women behind the scenes here at the One Dub...YOUNIVERSE...really went all out to get this party started!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Party? Eww there’s green shag carpeting…
Ruby Kirk: I bet there’s a reason for that.
Crowd: VIP! VIP! VIP!
VIP smiles as he walks up his red carpet rampway, doing a one-eighty spin at the top. He takes one last breath as he marvels at the champagne waterfall.
Vance Isaac Parker: Well, here’s how this works. I’m going to bring out a One Dub athlete, and we’re going to talk business, personal, whatever is on their mind. Ordinarily I would keep you all guessing a bit more, but since this has been circulating for weeks, we all know who the inaugural guest will be. She’s been creating quite a stir as of late, even going so far as to refer to herself as the ‘chosen one’ -
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!”
Vance Isaac Parker: That’s right booooo, because she’s got a bad attitude and believes this company owes her everything. She’s fresh off a championship contest...and with nothing to show for it at the end of the day, ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce you to my guest of the evening…
“Light a Fire” by Nutz in a Blender begins to play over the pa system and Justice walks out to the top of the ramp. Bending down she crossed her arms and when she stood back up those arms and hands of hers went up into the air. Turning to look when she realizes there was no pyro she smirked a bit and shook her head. Looking at the camera man she got him to focus on her and smirked into the camera. “I deserve better than this. But right now I’m about to go do a thing. Watch and learn how this is done”. Turning away she waved to the crowd as she made her way down that ramp. When she got to the end of it she looked at a little girl standing there. Taunting the little girl for a few seconds Justice then made her way into the ring where she went over towards the announcer's side and motioned for a mic. Once she had that mic in hand she would move to the middle of the ring placing it up to her lips.
Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to The VIP Room your guest…...me”.
Vance Isaac Parker: Well, well, if it isn’t the ‘chosen one’, herself. Glad you could fit time into your busy schedule to do my show. Won’t you have a seat right over there? And, a drink?
He reaches over for a glass, filling it from the waterfall, then without looking, he effortlessly takes a second glass and fills it, holding it out for her to accept or not.
Vance Isaac Parker: I insist. You may not have gotten any closer to being a champion...but the least I can do is offer a drink.
Looking at him narrowing those eyes of hers she would then move to stand toe to toe with him. Holding the mic to her side she reached for the glass with the opposite hand and took a step back while taking a drink. Setting it down on the table she made her way towards the recliner.
Justice Cross: If you want me to sit down then I will be sitting here.
Vance Isaac Parker: Sure sure, as you wish. I’ll take this nice cozy yellow chair...it goes well with my suit after all. So let’s dish, as they say. You’ve been quite busy the past couple months, between title opportunities, big main events, rubbing elbows with the more renowned of the roster. I’m sure that feels great yeah? You’ve even got a bit of a foothold into Los Angeles, isn’t that right? Things are finally looking up for Justice Cross, aren’t they? Well, except for winning title matches, right? But hey you can’t win ‘em all can you? Maybe you’re just not championship material, and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing…
Justice Cross: I’m a third generation superstar Vance. I know how this business works and I have to tell you that it has been a busy couple of months for me. I mean there was Vegas and then Germany. Other places as well. But as far as title opportunities go I was screwed out of them at a few points. That is a very nice suit by the way.
Vance Isaac Parker: ‘Screwed’? You verbally submitted when you had the prime opportunity. You literally gave up! And who was there to help you? You ‘friend’ in Duck Lips Davis? Some friendship that is...and I can’t even begin to imagine how anyone might decide that that was the best move to make for their career, but that’s neither here nor there. Or what, are you still looking over your shoulder waiting for Ursula Von Rossbach to come with a receipt for what you did to Coda a couple months ago? You’ve got a lot of enemies, and your friends don’t seem to actually have your back. You call yourself the ‘chosen one’ but who else actually recognizes that? No one is endorsing you. But they’re your friends, right.
Vance takes a long, refreshing sip of his beverage.
Vance Isaac Parker: And by the way it’s Dolce & Gabbana. I saw you admiring my signature style a moment ago.
He took another short sip to allow his guest a rebuttal.
Justice Cross: Really? You want to talk about what I did to Coda a few months ago? Because I have to tell you that Coda got what she deserved. She came up to me questioning me about something she had no knowledge of what was going on so I beat her down. I never even broke a nail doing it either. I did what I had to and took Coda out. By the way she lost her match that night with her tag partner Ursula. Lost right to The HeadHunters if I remember correctly! You’re welcome boys. Guess that served Ursula right. I mean after all Ursuala pretty much tried to take me out before I came out to the ring that night but I guess you can say I still won because they lost! Have I thought about what I did to Coda? Yeah. I mean do you know how hard it was to hear all the disappointment from fans all over social media? I felt bad at first. I really did feel bad but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that Coda was trying to get into something she shouldn’t. So I kept her out of it!
Justice would begin to smirk a bit as well as laugh a few seconds before pausing.
Justice Cross: But let’s go back to what you said about Bianca. You know the one you refer to as Duck Lips Davis? That isn’t setting a very good example for children and quite frankly you’re just a bully for calling her that. Now me on the other hand, I do not call anyone names. Oh and you know how you said I did something wrong when I started working with her? I did nothing wrong. In fact I never sold out because I bought in!
Vance Isaac Parker: Oh Justice. Justice, Justice, Justice, where do I even begin. Excuse after excuse and disappointment after disappointment.
VIP got up from his ugly yellow seat and began to pace the ring, his head gently shaking left to right. He takes another sip of his drink.
Vance Isaac Parker: Let’s break this down. First of all, it’s not my fight, Symphony of Destruction can very well fight their own battles, and I respect that. Merely, I brought that up as a possible reason for your failures of late. You had to have something on your mind...I mean, who else does this? Let’s take a look at the tape.
VIP motions to the One Tron where a match from a couple weeks ago at Legendary takes over the attention.
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!!
The clip finishes playing and the attention is returned on one, VIP, once again.
Vance Isaac Parker: I’ve been watching a long time, and if it’s one thing I’ve only seen a handful of times, it’s someone verbally giving up, especially when they’re trying to be considered the Pride of the company. It never ends well for them. The company Pride, is this not too noble such that it could never be placed on the shoulders of someone that gives up like this? Surely your so-called friend would have been out there if she truly cared about you...no? But she wasn’t there. No one was there. You claim to have friends but everybody left you to rot in the middle of that ring. Why is that? Some ‘friends’ they are. Do you really think you can afford to go around making enemies? Especially with those like Symphony of Destruction? Wake up! You claim to be this third generation superstar, but your actions suggest it’s your first rodeo. It’s Samson, isn’t it? You let that dude get into your head and now he’s polluted your thoughts to believe you can do whatever you want with no consequences.
VIP takes a long pause to down the rest of his champagne.
Vance Isaac Parker: You’re laughing about throwing people into lockers, you’re making all the wrong friends with all the wrong people, and when was the last time you even won a match? On your own, I mean. You can’t just call yourself the ‘chosen one’ because you took someone out with a chair shot one time...that literally happens on every wrestling show known to man. So why are you, why should anyone believe that you’re anything more...you know what, you want to call me a bully because I called your so-called friend a name based on a horrible selfie she took, Justice you’re the bully. You cause wanton pain and suffering to everyone, everywhere you go, and for no real reason than just to cause it. You want to see a bully...all you need to do is look in the mirror.
Taking her glass off the table she would drink the rest of it before putting it back down. Sitting there she stared down towards the mat for a few moments before holding that mic to her lips again.
Justice Cross: You’re right. I have been a bully and I don’t like myself because of it. I mean I was doing everything the right way and I wasn’t getting the things I wanted. I wasn’t getting to be on the posters and I didn’t get any main events. If you stop to think about it I don’t even have merchandise like others do. So I started to get jealous of people and eventually that jealousy ate away at my insides. And then Bianca came to me explaining to me that Joshua wanted me to work with her. She said there was a plan and that I had to follow it. I didn’t understand that she was poisoning my head with her thoughts. Telling me time and time again I had to hate my friends or family. I’ve neglected the people I love and I shouldn’t have. As far as enemies go? You’re right. I made a lot of wrong decisions and I’ve been making friends with the wrong people. So starting right now I’m going to try to turn things around. Oh and contrary to what you believe I can win a match on my own.
Vance Isaac Parker: Well that’s just…
He stops, thinking long and hard about these next words.
Vance Isaac Parker: They say talk is cheap. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to solving it, but this is twenty-twenty-one, what are you going to DO about it?! You’ve done countless horrible, dare I say reprehensible things, why? Because you wanted to be on the collectors cups? You wanted to be on the front of the programs? You’ve hurt everyone around you, you’ve lied to those that cared most about you, all in a bid at getting your own fame...and where did that get you? How do I even know what you’re saying is sincere? You’re probably...you’re probably just waiting to assault me right here the moment I turn my back on you, I bet.
VIP turns one-eighty, placing his back directly to Justice, hands outstretched at his sides almost waiting, baiting even, for something to happen.
Vance Isaac Parker: Well, Morgan...I can call you that, yes? Is this what you wanted?
Hearing that name come from him she stood up from the recliner. Going over to him she grabbed him by the arm and turned him around to face her. Stepping toe to toe with him now she also stood face to face with him. Narrowing those eyes of hers she would speak.
Justice Cross: I think you have me mistaken with someone else Vance. I said I am going to make things right starting now and I will. So if you’ll excuse me I have someone I need to go see.
Tossing the mic onto the recliner Justice would take a step back before going to ramp where the missing ropes were. She stepped out of the ring then turned looking to Vance before turning back around. Making her way up to the entrance of that ramp she turned back around glaring at him one more time.
Vance Isaac Parker: Waitaminute, I just got one thing to say. You’re just gonna walk out of here after being challenged? Why? You’re gonna go find one of the countless people you’ve hurt, and tell them you’re sorry?! Is that supposed to fix everything! Hey, don’t you walk away when I’m talking to you, get back out here!
Ruby Kirk: Oh, nope. She's outta here! Justice has left the building!
Marci D'Abruzzo: If I have to put up with another hour of this, I just might lapse into a psychotic state and put RK through this goddamn table.
Ruby Kirk: Oh, would LOVE to see ya try, French fry. Regardless, it's high time we caught us some tag team action, and we're gonna do exactly that!
Tag Team Match
The Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse)
vs.
The House (Isabella Terrano and Camille Morricone)
The Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse)
vs.
The House (Isabella Terrano and Camille Morricone)
DING DING DING!!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: We're going to be starting this tag contest off between Morricone of The House and Morse of The Rebel Rousers. Gee, I wonder how this one's gonna go..
The two seem to exchange verbal barbs real quick as they circle before locking up..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Camilla Morricone with the arm wringer on Teddy Morse, and huh..?
The crowd perks up as they watch Morricone go to twist the arm again, and Morse twists free before reeling Morricone into a Japanese arm drag..
Ruby Kirk: Apparently, not the same way you thought it was gonna go, D'Abruzzo.
Morricone back to her feet and a regular deep arm drag by Morse sees her hit the deck, Morse missing as he tries to follow up with the running leg drop.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Morricone drags Morse back up and we've got ourselves an abdominal stretch!
The crowd start to BOO Isabella Terrano and Camilla Morricone as Morricone extends out to grab on to Terrano's hand for leverage, yet the referee spots this and immediately starts the count!
1
2
3
4
Morricone finally relents and lets go, uttering a cry of frustration as she reels Teddy Morse into a cruel looking hairpulling backbreaker!
Marci D'Abruzzo: OH! And a tag to Terrano!
Isabella wastes no time running into the ring and putting the stomps and the boots to Morse.
Ruby Kirk: Jumping knee drop by Terrano!
The crowd disapproval becomes apparent as Terrano drags Morse to his feet and issues a European uppercut..
Ruby Kirk: Irish whip into the corner but there's a reversal!
Terrano finds herself in Rebel Rousers' corner eating a running corner dropkick from Morse..
Ruby Kirk: Tag to Chase Evans is made!
The crowd really gets behind it as Evans and Morse both line up and then turn to each other..
Teddy Morse: You ain't gonna hit her!
Chase Evans: Why not?
Teddy Morse: Cuz I'ma hit her!
Chase Evans: Naw you ain't!
Chase and Teddy look around at the NM fans, and then to Terrano who is dazed in the corner, and then to each other..
Evans/Morse: We is BOTH gon' hit her!
The crowd reciprocate with a POP and an OHHH as Chase and Teddy reel back and nail Isabella in the jaw with a right and left hook respectively..
Ruby Kirk: Double Fistin' by Rebel Rousers!
The referee hurries to hustle Morse out of the ring as Evans sets his sights on Terrano in the corner.
Ruby Kirk: Chase Evans making good with those open palm strikes! Here's an irish whip!
Terrano hits the opposing corner and Evans tries to follow up with a running clothesline, yet Terrano rolls out of the way..
Marci D'Abruzzo: I love the sound of meatheads colliding with turnbuckles!
Chase Evans stumbles out of the corner and falls as Isabella Terrano climbs to the top..
Ruby Kirk: Terrano looking for the Frankensteiner!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Ruby Kirk: Chase Evans with the brutal sit out powerbomb out of nowhere! He rolls Terrano up!
ONE
TWO
TH.. Morricone dives in to make the save!
Crowd: BOOOO!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh, please. These fans act like they've never seen a wrestler put the boots to someone before!
The referee hustles to get Morricone back into her corner, as Terrano seems to be retrieving something shiny from her boot, beckoning for Evans to get to his feet, which he does..
Marci D'Abruzzo: POW! Goodnight!
A straight punch from Terrano puts Evans straight on to his back, and there's another metallic sparkle as Terrano throws something to Morricone who quickly puts whatever it is down the front of her tights.
Ruby Kirk: Did..did they just use knuckles?!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Definitely not! Isabella Terrano can just punch with the best of them!
Terrano quickly rushes over to make the cover on Chase..
ONE
TWO
THRe..No!
The crowd is elated as Teddy was running in to make the save, yet Chase manages to get the shoulder up on his own power!
Ruby Kirk: Can't doubt the tenacity of a Rebel Rouser, D'Abruzzo! Chase Evans is beaten and bloody right now, but he's still in this!
Terrano looks disgusted as she screams at the referee to make another count, once more hooking the leg of Evans..
ONE
TWO
T...Evans kicks out!
Ruby Kirk: We have a spirited tag team showing on our hands!
Isabella Terrano grimaces as she drags Evans to his feet, seizing him in a headlock and dragging him into the House's corner, smashing his face into the waiting boot of Morricone and getting the tag..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Dual irish whip by The House! Evans on the rebound..
Ruby Kirk: CONE OF SILENC~
The fans are on their feet as Chase breaks free, rolls and gets the hot tag to Teddy!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Morse with the leg lariat taking down Morricone!
Ruby Kirk: Evans is hauling Terrano up!
Teddy turns back around to complete the Hook, Line and Sinker, but a dazzling punch from Morricone turns Morse inside out!
Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH!
The referee angrily points to the fist of Morricone and spotting the brass knuckles, orders the timekeeper to ring the bell!
Mari Moon: The winners of this match, as result of a disqualification, Teddy Morse and Chase Evans, they are THE RRRREBEL RRR…
Mari is cut off as Terrano pushes the referee on his ass and then both members of The House lunge and dive on Teddy and Chase, respectively.
Ruby Kirk: I don't know what the heck is going on here, D'Abruzzo, but it looks like Morricone and Terrano ain't done with this display of dominance!
As Terrano and Morricone beat on and proceed to bloody their opponents, several members of 1WM security rush the ring and are forced to break it up and drag The House away.
Ruby Kirk: Absolute insanity. None of this was necessary. None of it.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Believe me. Anything my girls do, they have a goddamn good reason for it, and they're gonna tell yall in short order. Or better yet - you'll find out for yourselves. The hard way!
Ruby Kirk: I'm not quite sure what any of that is supposed to mean, but I for one will be tuning in to find out! Speaking of tuning in, my earpiece is telling me that we're gonna cut to a segment!
The scene cuts backstage to the studio where Victoria Salinas is standing by. She’s in a strong mood, considering her tag team victory in Germany. But still, she’s in an all business mood at this point. She’s completely laser focused on the task ahead as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: Many thanks and many blessings for my successful trip back to Germany where VIP and I defeated Bianca Davis and Tiffany Lynn Page. Yeah, I love it when I defeat women like those two. Granted, in the case of Tiffany Page, I’ve faced her far too many times than I’d like to this year and I really hope that’s the last time I see her face in the ring for a while. Still, I stood up for what was right. I came in here saying that I was going to be a game changer. Griffin Hawkins hyped me up as such before I was revealed as his mystery partner for that one match and for the most part? I’ve pulled through and delivered on that. I wasn’t like what’s her name… that first opponent that I faced, that had one match and quickly bounced. No, what I do in this ring is representative of my passion for it and if that means to continue to defend the honor of something that I do, then so be it. Tonight, we’re finally getting back to the whole ‘Brianna Matthews situation’ when I take on Katrina Culpepper. Katrina, I get it. You’re probably still upset that I got involved in that. Like I was going to let you and everyone else involved beat someone down like that? Yeah, that was never going to happen.
You want to go around calling yourself the “Canadian Nightmare” and all of that but take it from someone that has made Edmonton her home for the last decade: you’re not something that Canada should be proud of. You think your technical wrestling background gives you an advantage? You think you’re this big submission wrestling expert and all that and that’s going to scare me? It doesn’t. Because over the last decade, I have been one of the best technical wrestlers of my time. I’ve submitted many opponents, Katrina. I’ve done that far more than I can count and I’ve done it against bigger, meaner, nastier opponents too. Yeah, you won the triple threat ladder match a month ago and that’s definitely impressive. Hey, you know what was even MORE impressive? My first win via pinfall in this company being against Don Tirri and THAT is something that puts anyone on the map. You? You’ve been a little bit of a ghost ever since you won that ladder match while I’ve continued to make my impact here.
Don’t think I forgot about what you did. What you did is something that is a disgrace to this business and that’s something that I don’t stand for. Involving the Canadian flag in such a putrid manner when you wanted to use it on Brianna Matthews and all of that? As someone that’s a fellow Canadian in her own right, it disgusts the hell out of me. Your actions, of course, are the actions of a coward and for whatever reason, you’ve been quiet the entire time about this match.
What’s the matter? I thought this was something you’d WANT to get revenge for considering that I ruined your fun for you. Well, guess what? You don’t get to have fun at my expense tonight. I’ve never been that kind of wrestler. I’m not someone you can push over. I am not someone that you can use as your ‘message bitch’ to someone else. I’m not going to let you treat me that way. But, if that’s all you’re going to see me as, I am going to warn you straight up that you’re going to wind up losing tonight. For good measure, you may even tap out! I won’t guarantee that you will, but that would make this victory even SWEETER for me! I didn’t stand for Tiffany’s nor Bianca’s crap and you saw how I took care of that business. I’m not going to stand for yours either. I don’t get to be your victim or your message bitch, Katrina… no matter how bad you may want to make me one.
You could never be a nightmare to me, Katrina. Because in order for me to have become a professional wrestler at all… let alone be the champion that I’ve been throughout my career? I had to overcome and endure the worst nightmares I’ll ever have to endure in my life. That’s what makes me so much stronger than you… and it’s that disparity in strength between you and I that will be further emphasized when I defeat you and teach you the lesson you should’ve learned the night I ruined your “fun” against Brianna Matthews.
Victoria confidently walks out of the scene, definitely feeling as fiery and as passionate as always as the scene cuts back to ringside..
Singles Match
"The Canadian Nightmare" Katrina Culpepper
vs.
Victoria Salinas
"The Canadian Nightmare" Katrina Culpepper
vs.
Victoria Salinas
DING DING DING!!!
Both Culpepper and Salinas have an intense look in their eyes as they surge forward and lock up. Culpepper gets the headlock yet Salinas quickly slips out, converts to an arm wringer and then flips Culpepper onto her back and into a Fujiwara attempt, yet Culpepper manages to evade via headstand and turn it around on Salinas!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Culpepper looking for that Hot Chili Pepper already! Can she turn Salinas over?
Culpepper almost gets there, but Salinas manages to fling her away with a monkey flip..
Ruby Kirk: Both women back to their feet and a deep arm drag by Salinas!
Salinas quickly surveys her surroundings and then hits the ropes..
Ruby Kirk: Springboard, and Salinas is looking for that clothesline!
The crowd seems to groan in unison as Katrina Culpepper snaps off a roundhouse kick to the stomach out of nowhere, causing Salinas to land awkwardly on her feet and tumble onto her back, clutching her abdomen.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Single leg Boston crab now! And I love it how The Canadian Nightmare just kind of, you know, LIVES to inflict pain and torment!
Victoria Salinas struggles desperately, trying to break and reverse the hold, eventually crying out in pain as it takes effect and Culpepper snickers as she dials it in deeper.
Ruby Kirk: Wait! Salinas manages to sweep Culpepper with her free leg and trip her up! It's Culpepper's turn to taste the pain with a Salinas crucifix armbar!
After struggling for a moment, Culpepper manages to find an opening with a roll through
ONE
Marci D'Abruzzo: Salinas kicks out!
Salinas tries to use the momentum to roll into another pinning predicament, yet the crowd gets excited again as Culpepper finds a way to turn it into another sharpshooter attempt!
Ruby Kirk: Culpepper trying to get that Hot Chili Pepper locked in, yet Salinas kicks her away!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Both women back to their feet now. Salinas picks her target! BAISAKU KN~
The crowd volume seriously boosts as Culpepper evades, getting up and under Salinas and hauling her up for the cross legged Samoan drop..
Marci D'Abruzzo: BANANA CLIP PAT~
The fans are even louder as Salinas slips out behind Culpepper and swings her around
Ruby Kirk: WOW! VANITY BREAKER by Salinas!
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!!!
The fans celebrate along with Victoria Salinas as her music hits and she gets to her feet, ascending to the middle rope with her arms raised
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, VIIIICTORRRIA SAAAALLLINASSS!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Utter b..
Ruby Kirk: Utter bullshit! Haha. You're so predictable, D'Abruzzo. There ain't a thing you can say about this one, woman. Salinas won this fair and square, and so continues her impressive winning streak here in One Wrestle Movement!
Marci just huffs indignantly in response
Ruby Kirk: Look, I think someone didn't get her nap and juice this afternoon, so she's kinda cranky. We're gonna go check out this commercial, and when we come back, we have so much more 1WM Glory 14 content coming your way! You don't wanna touch that dial!
We come back to a pre-recorded segment and we can see gentle water waves batter the sides of the large pontoon boat as it makes it’s slow journey across Elephant Butte lake. The Lady Terminator leans her folded arms against the railing of the boat, staring out over the ocean through black sunglasses. Attired casually in a white tank-top, black shorts, and sandals, one can still see some of the bruising from her fight with Coda just days prior. Stitches mark her temple from the roaring symphonic elbow that had been so very devastating. Despite the loss that this small scar shall mark, she smiles genuinely. The breeze whips her black hair about her face, the cooling sensation offsetting the heat of the sun beating down upon the deck.
Ursula Von Rossbach: The weather is quite excellent today.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju nods in agreement, shading herself from the sun with her open hand above her eyes as she looks over the near-endless blue. Her sports bra and open red Hawaiian shirt show off hints of the dark bruise on her ribs left by Ursula herself, while her gray denim shorts finish off the eclectic look. Now, the pale Korean-American looks over her shoulder at her partner as her brown locks whip around her face.
Coda: It is too calm.
Ursula keeps an eye on the far shoreline as the boat drifts across the water’s surface. The controls were not far from either of them in case any course corrections were required.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. It is quite soothing, Ms. Coda. I shall be dropping anchor soon and killing the engines shortly. We are almost to the perfect spot for fishing.
Still standing on the port side, Ursula’s much smaller partner smiles.
Coda: It is true that others do not like to put in this work; to do what it takes for a satisfying catch?
With a nod, The Lady Terminator pushes off of the railing and heads to the controls. After decelerating the engine to full stop, she presses a button and noisily, the anchor drops. A few more turns of switches and toggles promptly kill the engine.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. Sometimes one catches nothing, but the peace of being removed from the world in a location that is disconnected from all forms of media is quite enjoyable for me.
She then gathers two fishing rods, one more fit for Coda and one perfectly fit for her. After a momentary dip of her hand into the tackle box to apply the appropriate lures and bait to her hook, she then casts her line perfectly into the water.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Let me know if you have any questions.
Coda fumbles with the lure until she figures out how to tie it tight, then she sloppily throws it out into the lake. Ursula’s brow quirks, observing her partner’s less than coordinated actions. Coda doesn’t seem to notice her partner’s expression.
Coda: You do this often?
Ursula Von Rossbach: I am usually on a bigger boat with my brothers, but sometimes I go on my own when I wish to get away and think. You seem a bit irritable, Ms. Coda. What troubles you on an otherwise beautiful day?
Ursula tightens her line a bit, then gives it a slight amount of slack in order to give potential catches a false sense of security.
Coda: I sacrificed my body for years, earned nine championship reigns to my name, and even managed to prevail against you... yet Alex still calls me “Ursula’s partner.”
An understanding nod is given by the taller of the two.
Ursula Von Rossbach: The ignorance displayed by the Shinigami Foundation shall be their undoing. Mr. Slayer has not watched any video or properly researched you. Clearly seeing only me as a threat is to our advantage. You will make him pay for his insolence and foolishness by being the very reason we will attain victory.
She watches as across the lake a hawk flies close to the water at such speed as to leave a rather small rippling trail in its wake before going high into the air from whence it came.
Coda: I will do what I must to teach them the meaning of the word “rage.” The Symphony of Destruction will—
Suddenly, there’s a pull on Coda’s line! She sets the hook, then tugs as hard as she can. The fish fights back against her, almost pulling the rod out of her hand more than once. Next, the Pint-Size Kaiju sets her feet with a wide stance, putting weight and leverage combined with her incredible grip behind it. Ursula gives a little smirk as her partner’s prize fights for its life.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Reel it in now…
Coda nods and proceeds to do just that, spinning the crank of her reel to bring the line in. After what feels like the fight of her life, she finds herself nearly falling over as the fish is snapped from the water and into the boat with one powerful tug! A large black bass is flopping at her feet!
Ursula Von Rossbach: Excellent catch.
Ursula locks her rod down on a hook on the side of the boat and helps Coda wrangle her flailing prize.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is your lucky day, Ms. Coda. What will you do with your first catch?
With a little trouble, Coda unhooks the fish, scoops it in her hands, then looks over the side of the boat. Gently placing the black bass above the water, she releases them and allows it to happily swim away. Ursula passes no judgment at all as she gathers her rod back up and resumes her vigil. Finally, after a little while of silence, Coda speaks up.
Coda: At Legendary 18, Lash said we would be the next 1WM World Tag Team Champions when everyone else has failed.
Ursula lets out a small sigh and shakes her head.
Ursula Von Rossbach: They retain by crooked methods and dishonesty. The powers that be are not blind to what they do. It is clear that the Headhunters are wanted where they are. That protection will only extend so far before they meet a unit so powerful that nothing can stop them.
She tilts her head, looking toward Coda, who shows her agreement.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Are we that team? I like to think so. It certainly will not be the Shinigami Foundation, given how thoughtless and inconsiderate of their opposition they appear to be. We will only know when the moment comes if our fate is to be the Tag Team Champions of 1WM. I will do everything in my power to ensure that we have our triumphant moment, as will you.
Her hand comes to rest on Coda’s shoulder, giving her a firm, reassuring squeeze. The number one contender for the Splat! MultiUniversal Championship takes a deep breath with her head down.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Empires rise and fall, nothing lasts forever, and a house of cards does not stand well against the fury of a storm approaching.
Coda: All said is true. I know we must focus on Belmont and Slayer tonight, or we will be declared unfit to compete for the titles from this moment onward. Yet I cannot help but think we are lying in wait like Aaron Burr when we should take our shot like Hamilton.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are eager to end the conflict, as am I, but this requires a modicum of finesse and timing in addition to our defining attributes, the ability to destroy with ease any who dare stand before us.
She then takes hold of her fishing line, adjusting once more in an effort to attract another fish.
Ursula Von Rossbach: We will have our shot, and unlike Hamilton at the end of his life, it will not be thrown away but fired with unerring accuracy into the hearts of our foes. All that we require is the perfect time, place, and moment to turn planning and desire into reality.
Finally, Coda hums in agreement and the two continue their little fishing escapade, catching and releasing fish purely for the sport of it.
Singles Match
Driller Jaworski
vs.
Griffin Hawkins
Driller Jaworski
vs.
Griffin Hawkins
Griffin's music blasts forth from the P.A and he gets his usual rousing welcome as he appears at the top of the ramp..
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from LOS ANGELES, Califor~
The crowd envelopes the arena with BOOOs as Driller Jaworski comes running out behind Griffin, nailing him in the back of the head with a running big boot before diving on top of Griff, grabbing two handfuls of hair and slamming his face into the ramp repeatedly!
Ruby Kirk: WOAH! THIS JAWORSKI GUY IS A FREAKIN' LUNATIC!
Jaworski drags Hawkins to his feet, hauls him up in a military press and dumps him onto the guard rail at ringside.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Don't you disrespect this man, Kirk! Do you understand how much pure hell he can bring you?! Just watch!
The referee shakes his head, rolls his eyes and declares the beginning of this match before beginning to count both men out..
DING DING DING!!!
1
2
3
4
Driller snarls as once more, he hauls Griff to his feet and then goes to whip him hard into the ring post, yet Griff stands his ground and reverses, managing to roll Driller under the bottom rope.
5
6
Griff looks around and quickly gives a signal before leaping up on the apron, launching to the top rope and landing a huge top rope springboard leg drop to Driller.
Ruby Kirk: Hawkins hooking the leg!
ONE
TWO
Driller manages to launch Griff a foot or so in the air as he powers out of the pin! Griffin immediately gets back on the task, diving on Driller and pummeling with a flurry of right hands, stunning the big man. Managing to haul the groggy giant up to a vertical base, Griff sends him ropeward..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Jaworski on the rebound, Hawkins going for the Saigon kick!
Driller deftly army rolls out of the way, taking Griff down to the mat with an impromptu chop block..
Ruby Kirk: Jaworski giving himself a lot of breathing space here!
Driller looks around and smiles sadistically before he hits the ropes..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Griffin getting back to his feet..
Crowd: OHHHH!
Ruby Kirk: And Driller damn near turns Griff inside out with that POUNCE!
Driller's sadistic grin grows a little wider as he marches over to the corner and begins fumbling with the turnbuckle laces..
Ruby Kirk: Oh, Driller. You don't wanna strip the turnbuckle pad..
Driller rips the pad off with ruthless efficiency and throws it over his shoulder.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Guess ya theory didn't pan out, did it dumbass?
Driller grabs a handful of hair and roughly hauls Griff to his feet, yet the crowd eats it up as Griff, in something of a blind rage, breaks free and starts letting Driller have it with open palm strikes before trying for the irish whip..
Ruby Kirk: Driller with the hard reversal!
Griff crashes sternum first into the exposed steel turnbuckle and hits the mat like he was shot! Driller isn't having that, though and he drags Griff back up roughly by his hair again.
Ruby Kirk: Truly a sadistic beast.
Marci D'Abruzzo: A truly sadistic beast with a truly commanding lead! Anyhow! Driller's doubling Griffin over! I think he's going for a buckle bomb!
The fan volume goes through the roof as Griffin manages to break free and flip out of the bomb, landing on his feet..
Ruby Kirk: SHOT IN THE DAR~
As Griff throws the kick, the crowd is stunned as Driller manages to catch it and then ripcord Griffin into a fast paced exploder suplex..
Marci D'Abruzzo: And Hawkins crashes to the outer!
Jaworski doesn't waste a second, rolling out of the ring as the ref starts to count again.
1
2
3
4
Driller snarls and drags Griff back up, stunning him with a forearm.
5
6
7
Marci D'Abruzzo: Driller is looking for the DRILL BIT THROUGH THE GODDAMN ANNOUNCE TABLE!
The table SHATTERS as Driller leaps up and plants Hawkins through the commentary table, monitors and all..
8
9
Ruby Kirk: They gotta get back in the ring!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Driller doesn't give the slightest shit, Kirk.
Driller lets out a war cry and starts putting the boots to Hawkins as he lays in a crumpled heap among the wreckage. Finally..
10!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double count out, the referee is calling this match a DRAW!
Ruby Kirk: What a mess. What a shambles!
Driller barely pays attention as he hauls Griff up and throws an arm over his shoulder..
Marci D'Abruzzo: SCREWED on the conc...wow!
The fans are once more amazes as Griff flips out, lands on his feet and *SMACK!* powers Driller back with his patented superkick!
Marci D'Abruzzo: DRILLER'S DOWN! SHOT IN THE DARK!
The fan intensity is palpable when the lights in the arena suddenly shut down and the opening 24 seconds of "Majesty" (Instrumental Remix) by Apashe begins to play.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh great. It's that guy..person..thing.
Ruby Kirk: I wouldn't mess around with a man in a Guy Fawkes mask, D'Abruzzo.
The crowd gives the interruption a mixed pop as a spotlight shines over the ring. A digitally distorted voice speak in the sound system with an ominous message.
Voice: First, they ignore you! Then they ridicule you! Then they fight you! And then you win. Who am I? I am PRIMUS, the first among equals.
A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, and the hooded figure in the Guy Fawkes mask from the previous two 1WM events stands defiantly against both combatants.
Ruby Kirk: The masked guy has a name-o! We can go ahead and call him PRIMUS!
Marci D'Abruzzo: You done stating the obvious so I can do my freakin JOB?
The masked figure points at both Griff and Driller then speaks in a stern tone as the music lowers significantly.
Primus: WAR! WAR! Raging everywhere! No one seems to notice, and no one seems to care. The war is imminent and long will rage on. Taking and plundering until one side is gone. Heed now my warning, don't ignore it like me. A war is coming, and it's coming for thee. I am a pariah, discarded by all. But make no mistake, I am the first to give all.
The lights in the arena go out again, and "Majesty" plays again before the lights return, and the masked figure is gone once more.
Ruby Kirk: For Pete's sake! Alright. While I'd love to show you some more kooky dooky stuff or some reruns of these animals tearing each other to shreds, we totally are gonna cut to commercials right now!
Tag Team Match
Symphony of Destruction (Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach)
vs.
The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer)
Symphony of Destruction (Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach)
vs.
The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer)
DING DING DING!!!
After both teams engage in a brief huddle in the corner, UVR and Slayer step forward and start to circle, searching for an opening..
Ruby Kirk: It looks like we're starting this contest off with Alex Slayer and Ursula Von Rossbach!
The two lock up and Ursula blocks a hammerlock attempt, switching up into an arm wringer.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Slayer with the reversal, and a switch up into the top wristlock..
The crowd is beginning to get hyped up more and more as Alex tries to score a takedown out of the top wristlock, and UVR blocks and gets a go behind into a full nelson..
Ruby Kirk: UVR gripping the shoulders..
Ursula lets out a victorious sounding roar before kicking Slayer's legs out, wowing the fans as she snaps him back into a modified rendition of her Sambo Russian legsweep!
Ruby Kirk: That knee to the chest is really the icing on the pain cake!
Marci D'Abruzzo: OOF there ya go. That's exactly what you don't want!
Ursula doesn't stop there, rolling Slayer through into a snug kneeling arm bar..
Ruby Kirk: Now that's exactly what you don't want!
Ursula grimaces as she tries to find more leverage, yet Slayer proves to be a slippery customer..
Ruby Kirk: Slayer frees his arm and rolls backwards!
A brutal basement dropkick from Slayer makes a loud *SMACK!* sound as UVR blocks it with her face..
Crowd: OHHH!
Wasting no time, Slayer grunts with exertion as he hauls the now groggy UVR to her feet and tries for an irish whip, yet Ursula plants and locks her feet, attempting a reversal, Slayer also planting his feet and swinging her back around with a ripcord..
Marci D'Abruzzo: OH, that jumping European uppercut. Chef's kiss!
With UVR swaying on her feet, Slayer finds it much easier to whip UVR into the Shinigami corner and score the tag to Belmont. Slayer and Belmont get a negative reaction from the crowd as they seize the chance to put the boots and elbows to Ursula before sending her ropeward with a double Irish whip..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Shinigami Foundation sure came prepared tonight! There's a brutal efficiency about 'em.
The crowd are elated as Ursula hits the ropes and Shinigami Foundation miss wildly as they go for a double backdrop, and Ursula stealthily leapfrogs both of them and hits the ropes once more..
Ruby Kirk: DUAL SPEAR! DUAL SPEAR! Ursula catches 'em both!
While Belmont hits the mat like a ton of bricks, Slayer rolls over backwards twice, falling out to ringside.
Ruby Kirk: Ursula hooks the leg!
ONE
TWO
Marci D'Abruzzo: Belmont kicks out!
Ursula eyes SoD's corner, nodding as she spots Coda reaching out for the tag.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Von Rossbach now, dragging Belmont back up!
The crowd groans as they seem to feel David's pain as Ursula stuns him with a harsh forearm and then whips him into their corner..
Marci D'Abruzzo: OH. Clothesline by Ursula, and the tag is made!
Ursula grabs the outstretched wrist of Belmont and plants a hard side kick right in her foe's ribs!
Ruby Kirk: And Coda storms in and hits her high knee to the head from the opposite side! SAMBO SONATA, y'all!
As the knee connects, Ursula releases the wrist and Belmont hits the deck, UVR hustling to her corner as Coda gets down and hooks the leg..
ONE
TWO
THr..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Slayer comes in out of nowhere to make the save!
The fans start to BOOO Slayer as he takes to Coda with a flurry of hard rights and elbows, relenting before the ref gets to the count of five. Slayer is ordered out of the ring as Coda tries to drag Belmont back up yet she is nearly dropped on her backside by a massive open palm strike!
Ruby Kirk: OH! And literally, a lunar phase kick to boot!
Coda finally stumbles and falls as the jumping spin kick lands right on her temple.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Belmont is giving the signal, folks! I believe he's about to put an end to this!
Meanwhile, Slayer has crept around to SoD's corner on the outside and seeing that UVR's eyes are glued to the action, Slayer runs up, leaps up on the apron and taking advantage of Ursula's distraction, knocks her off the apron with a dropkick to the knees.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Dude what are you trying to prove here? Now you've got a super pissed Lady Terminator hot on your tail!
As UVR angrily chases Slayer around the ring, Belmont hauls Coda back up, doubling her over with a kick to the gut..
Marci D'Abruzzo: FADE TO BL~
The crowd nearly tears the roof off the arena as out of nowhere, Coda snaps around while Belmont leaps to deliver the curb stomp and she nails him with her signature jumping high knee right between the eyes!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
Ruby Kirk: OH MY GOD. SONATA KNEE!
A trickle of blood instantly appears from Belmont's nose as he is out cold before he even hit the mat.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Good freakin' NIGHT! Coda with the cover!
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!!!
Slayer, hearing the bell ring, turns to see what's going on and gets positively cleaned up by an absolutely insane looking rendition of Ursula's Great kick!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Mari Moon: Here are your winners, via pinfall, the team of URSULA VON ROSSSSSBACH AND CODAAAA, they are SYMMPHONYYY OF DESSSSTRUCTIOOOON!
Coda looks wide eyed stunned as she hears her team's music and she sits up and looks around. Ursula admires the body pile and then slides into the ring. Offering a hand to Coda, UVR hauls her to her feet.
Ruby Kirk: Out of all of the teams currently gracing One Wrestle Movement, I have to say this. SoD is the team you want to watch. They don't call 'em Symphony Of Destruction for nothing, D'Abruzzo!
Catching the replay on the big screen, Ursula's jaw drops as she sees the sonata knee connect out of nowhere, and there's a huge POP from the fans as UVR raises Coda's arm. Finally, it seems to sink in for Coda and a grin crosses her face.
Ruby Kirk: What a headliner. What a match.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I'd love to sit here and bask in the fuzzy goodness, but you're a total bitch, Kirk. And we've got a segment to roll to!
Before Ruby Kirk can respond, we get a final shot of SoD celebrating before we cross backstage.
William James Cordova can be seen standing backstage of the Albuquerque Civic Auditorium arena a few minutes before his scheduled triple threat match for the Glory Championship in the main event spot. The camera began to focus in on the man who stood toe to toe with Driller Jaworski at Legendary 18. He looked up into the face of the camera with the look of a serial killer on the verge of committing the most vicious and vile act of violence and there's nothing anyone can do to stop him.
William James Cordova: Did some of you people actually think that I wouldn't be here tonight? No show for the biggest opportunity to come back after four of the excruciating years filled with nothing but self pity and regret. Six months ago I looked myself in the mirror and made a promise to stop living in obscurity and wake up to embrace the gift you inherited with of being a professional wrestler. Driller Jaworski did everything in his power to try to end everything I worked so hard to accomplish since returning to the ring a few months ago. Driller, I wanted you to be the one to the deepest and darkest place you can find in the abyss with the intention of leaving me there to die.
William chuckled at the thought of someone being able to put him down far enough to end his career on their own accord.
William James Cordova: Driller Jaworski will soon learn that not even someone as delusional and neurotic as him will ever be able to control the way this rivalry between the two of us will end. Our feud doesn't end until I decide it's time to bury this man to the point of no return. Bury him to him in a way you will be leaving the kind of mark on him that will haunt him forever.
He sighed heavily, quickly turning his attention away from the man he had unfinished business with.
William James Cordova: The only thought on my mind tonight is winning that Glory Championship, no matter what needs to be done to get me there. Don Tirri is a man who I have nothing but respect towards as not only a professional wrestler, but a man who is willing to go through decades of never being able to win the matches that take you to the top of the mountain, and keep you there. That is the difference between Don Tirri and I. Who in the fuck is Izzy Marx? Did she finally face reality and pack her bags and walk away with her head held high after coming off a moral victory, no one but you, will remember. I'll make sure someone continues to call you to check in and make sure you're still alive and not eating up a section of the obituaries in the Tampa Tribune.
You want to know the truth? I can't stand being back here talking to a fucking camera when we all know my money and fame is made inside that very ring the three of us will be sharing momentarily. All the trash talk and promises mean absolutely nothing if you walk out of Glory 14 empty handed. I want you both to know that I apologize in advance for something so Villainous, you may never be able to look at me the same again. We cut to a different part of the arena where Don Tirri's promo is coming at us live.
We open up to a now-familiar view of “Old School Cool” Don Tirri going through his pre-match rituals in the locker room of the Civic Auditorium at Albuquerque, New Jersey. The methodical taping of his wrists and knees make him seem focused and calm. In the background you can see his son Donny Mason lurking around, having made the trip to a OneDub show for the first time with him. As Tirri finishes the tape job he looks up.
Don Tirri: You know. When I arrived at OneDub in March, I was prepared to do what I always do. Work my ass off and grab my spot at the top of the card. I wasn’t expecting to reach that point THIS fast. Just a few months in and I’m already seeing my name in the marquee and preparing to fight for a championship title. I’ve kept asking myself whether I’m worthy of such a meteoric rise through the ranks but… I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ve been given an opportunity and fuck me if I am going to pass up grabbing it.
He stands up and starts stretching.
Don Tirri: I know that recently I’ve gotten involved in some pretty gnarly stuff, getting in the face of Driller Jaworski, pissing off the spelling bee dropouts and whatnot. But not once has my real focus wavered from the Glory championship. William James Cordova, or Billy, has been drawn into the same trenches that I have found myself in. Fighting him tonight is gonna be both an honor and a challenge. Especially with a third person thrown into the mix. I don’t really know THAT much about Izzy Marx, but that has never stopped me before. Improvise, Adapt, Overcome. That is one of my mottos.
Tirri looks behind him and Donny throws his jacket over, the big Finn slipping into it with ease. He fishes out a cigarette from the pocket of the jacket and lights it up.
Don Tirri: Tonight is not about Driller and his goons. Tonight isn’t about grandstanding or posturing. Tonight is about 3 tough-as-nails competitors heading into that ring to find out who stands triumphant in the end. Tonight is about making history by becoming the first ever One Wrestle Movement Glory champion. Tonight is about seizing a chance presented to you. And tonight is about making a statement to the entire roster.
He keeps puffing his cigarette, the smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose slowly.
Don Tirri: Anyone who has kept up with my career outside of OneDub knows that I haven’t had the best success when it comes to matches with Gold on the line. No matter what company it’s in, I’ve lost way too many title matches. Tonight is also about breaking that slump. Finally getting over that hump that I have stumbled on time and time again. And if Billy or Izzy manage to beat me… Well, that just means I’m gonna have to pick myself back up and get back to trying. I’ve gotten pretty good at that lately. Like the old saying goes… It’s not about how many times you get knocked down. It’s about how many times you pick yourself back up. And I’ve done that plenty in my career. Gotten knocked down and got back up. I still haven’t gone down for the count permanently. And I have no plans to do it anytime soon.
One last set of stretching and Tirri turns to walk out of the room.
Don Tirri: Billy, Izzy. Tonight we make history. Let’s make it a damn good one shall we? See you on the other side!
He flicks his cigarette at the camera and high-fives Donny before stepping out of the locker room as the view fades back to the commentary desk.
Ruby Kirk: Ruby Marx, Bill Cordova, Don Tirri! We're about to crown our inaugural Glory champion in a three way dance, and it's coming up NOW!
Main Event
Glory Championship Tournament Finals Match
Three Way Dance
Izzy Marx
vs.
"Old School Cool" Don Tirri
vs.
William James Cordova
Glory Championship Tournament Finals Match
Three Way Dance
Izzy Marx
vs.
"Old School Cool" Don Tirri
vs.
William James Cordova
DING DING DING!!!
We barely even have to wait for the bell as Izzy Marx gets Cordova in her sights and immediately rushes him with a bevy of kicks about the legs and midsection, doubling him over and seizing Cordova in a headlock..
Ruby Kirk: Marx has her own ideas of what being the Glory champion is all about, D'Abruzzo!
Marx takes Cordova to the mat with a headlock takedown and gets back to her feet, and turns around just in time to eat a precision Samoan drop from Don Tirri!
Ruby Kirk: Cordova back up now and a huge sidewalk slam by Old School Cool!
Tirri drags Marx back up now and hooks her arms, looking to deliver a series of trapping headbutts, yet Marx slips out and uses Tirri's momentum against him.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Overhead belly to belly suplex by Izzy Marx!
Ruby Kirk: But here comes Cordova!
Marx hits the deck HARD as she releases Tirri with the suplex and Cordova storms in with a running dropkick seconds later..
Ruby Kirk: Big Bill Cordova dragging Izzy back to her feet, and we have an irish whip into the corner!
The crowd volume really picks up as Cordova gives the signal and then takes a run up..
Marci D'Abruzzo: HUGE avalanche Frankensteiner!
Cordova goes for the cover..
ONE
TWO
Ruby Kirk: Izzy Marx is still in this three way dance!
Cordova drags the groggy Izzy Marx to her feet and hauls her off for an Irish whip..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Marx on the rebound. WOAH! Tirri trying to catch that 'Sack of shit' from out of the corner but Izzy manages to slip free!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Ruby Kirk: RYDE OF YOUR LIFE! RYDE OF YOUR LIFE! Marx didn't manage to avoid THAT one!
Cordova hooks the leg
ONE
TWO
THREE
Mari Moon: As a result of a pinfall, Izzy Marx has been eliminated from this three way dance. The match will go on!
The fans hype up at the news that the Glory title match is now between Cordova and Tirri.
Ruby Kirk: Tirri looking to drag Cordova to his feet and take true advantage of the confusion, but Cordova unleashes with a barrage of elbows to the ribs and breaks free!
The crowd volume boosts heavily as Cordova doubles Tirri over with a kick to the gut and hauls him up for the Michinoku driver..
Marci D'Abruzzo: This could be all she wrote!
They get even louder as Tirri manages to break free, land on his feet and launch Cordova with a huge fall away slam!
Marci D'Abruzzo: SACK OF SHIT!
As Tirri gets down and goes for the cover, Cordova shocks both Tirri and the crowd as he rolls Don into a tight inside cradle, grabbing a handful of tights of leverage!
ONE
TWO
THRE..no! Tirri manages to get the shoulder up!
Marci D'Abruzzo: We almost had a Glory champion!
Ruby Kirk: Cordova just about stole it there!
Cordova is calm, nodding to himself as he hauls Tirri to his feet and stuns him with a series of three European uppercuts, leaving Don seemingly out cold on his feet.
Ruby Kirk: Cordova is lining up! He wants to finish this!
Marci D'Abruzzo: RYDE OF YOUR L~
The fans are LOUD as Tirri gets out of the way at the last second, leaving Cordova hopping as he himself lines up..
Ruby Kirk: Tirri with THE BOOT!!
That fan volume is ever increasing as Cordova telegraphs the running big boot and steps aside, jumping on Tirri's back and reeling dragging him down to the mat for his patented rear naked choke..
Ruby Kirk: CORDOVA CLUTCH! This has GOT to be it!
Don Tirri looks like he's trapped and fading at first, yet he once more POPs the fans when he manages to break out of the choke, drag Bill Cordova into a modified gator roll and leverage him into the seated sleeper!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri sitting down deep! He's got it locked in! CHOKEOUT on Cordova! And Cordova has had enough! He gives in!
DING DING DING!!!
Tirri's music hits the P.A and Don drops to his knees and looks around the arena with his arms raised as the realization dawns on him..
Mari Moon: The winner of this match, via submission, and the NEWWWW GLORY CHAMPION! This is OLD SCHOOL COOL, DONNNN TIIIIRRRRIIII!!!
Cordova looks dejected as he rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp. He seems to give Don a brief nod and salute as he disappears back behind the curtain.
Marci D'Abruzzo: We finally got there! Don Tirri did it!
As the referee rushes over to the desk to retrieve the title and hand it to Don, he clutches it close to his chest for a moment before rising up and raising it over his head with a jubilant cry!
Ruby Kirk: Eight weeks. More matches than one is ready to count. But we have finally crowned our inaugural Glory champion, and it's Don Tirri!
The crowd is abuzz as pyro goes off and blue and white streamers flood down from the ceiling while an exhausted Don Tirri celebrates.
Marci D'Abruzzo: We're about to run out of time on the fourteenth edition of Glory. We're going to leave you with the visual of a new champion mid-celebration. That's pretty special.
Ruby Kirk: Until next time, Onedubbers!
The show fades, and the One Wrestle Movement logo flashes across the screen.