Glory 15 - August 15, 2021

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1WM Glory XV
LIVE from 1STBANK Arena in Denver, Colorado.

The Colorado crowd starts screaming over the top of it as the opening notes of "We die young" ring out and the video package comes up on the big screen.

The theme song blasts through the arena as the cameras scan the excited 1STBANK Arena crowd, slowing down to take note of the various signs littered throughout.

I'M ON OFFICIAL KARTEL BUSINESS!

BROZART CAN FLY!

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!

QUOTH THE RAVEN!

AK!

TOO SEXY FOR YOU!

LASH IS TRASH!

HERE FOR SoD!

F@#$ EM UP, REG INC!

I AM A DIABLITO!

Ruby Kirk: Good evening, One Dubbers and WELCOME to our fifteenth instalment of Glory! We're coming at cha live from the 1STBANK Arena here in Denver, Colorado. And I tell ya, D'Abruzzo. You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else on a sunday night!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Heck, I could think of about six hundred places I'd rather be than freakin' Colorado, but one things for sure - we have a hell of a card waiting to unfold for us tonight!

Ruby Kirk: Hell yeah. Of course, the new 1WM Glory champion will be making his first defence tonight!

Marci D'Abruzzo: We're going to be catching some high flying wizardry as Arley Kirk goes head to head with Matt "The Raven" Knox!

Ruby Kirk: Rivalries keep on a smouldering as we see Brozart Tim Brody come to blows with The Bakersfield Butcher! And we'll be seeing some one on one action from the tag division as Rebel Rouser Teddy Morse takes on bitter rivals Camilla Morricone of The House!

Marci D'Abruzzo: We got Regulators Inc up against Symphony Of Destruction in what ought to be a headliner for the ages, and so much more!

Ruby Kirk: Without further ado, we're gonna hop right to it! Let's go to Mari in the ring for our opening bout!

SINGLES MATCH
Leroy Marks
vs.
Brianna Matthews

Leroy steps into the ring as Brianna glares at him. The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

Ruby Kirk: Matthews giving Leroy Marks the stink eye early on!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I mean. Look at him. Wouldn't you?

DING DING DING!!!

Leroy turns his attention toward Brianna, trying his hardest to look focused and ready. Unfortunately for him, Brianna charges and nails him in the mouth with a forearm strike! She follows it up with a second and then a third ---the impact of the blows sending Leroy back to the ropes.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hey, but the gal can throw hands!

Brianna grabs hold of Leroy and shoots him across the ring. Leroy comes back on the rebound and Brianna responds by bouncing off of the ropes and hitting him with a spinning heel kick to the side of the head!

Ruby Kirk: Ouch! Brianna Matthews has already done some serious damage in this opening contest, and that train don't look as though it's stopping any time soon!

Brianna grabs hold of Leroy and locks him into a front facelock in hopes of wearing him down. Leroy tries to fight his way out of Brianna's grasp, but Brianna responds by hitting Leroy in the mouth with a series of knee strikes! Leroy stumbles away and grabs the ropes in an effort to remain on his feet. Brianna pulls Leroy away from the ropes, lifts him into the air, and slamming him to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt!

ONE

TWO…

Marci D'Abruzzo: And Leroy kicks out!

Brianna angrily glares down at him before delivering a few hard stomps to Leroy, who crawls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Marks heads toward the nearest turnbuckle and tries to recover. Brianna glares at him and waits for a moment before charging at Leroy to hit him with a splash! Leroy ducks out of the way and Brianna crashes into the turnbuckle instead! She stumbles a step before slumping against the turnbuckle and trying to catch her breath. Sensing an opening, Leroy quickly hurries back toward the center of the ring. He charges forward and throws his knee into Brianna's ribs---Brianna gasping for air on impact.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yup, that is how you turn the tide on a match. Take control of your opponent's airflow!

Leroy quickly grabs hold of Brianna and pulls her toward the middle of the ring, sending her to the mat with a snapmare! Leroy bounces off of the ropes and lines himself up with Brianna, hoping to hit her with a knee strike on the rebound! Brianna ducks underneath the knee strike and grabs hold of Leroy, wrestling him into position for a DDT! Leroy spins out of the DDT and keeps his grip on Brianna, smirking as he plants Brianna on the mat with a jumping cutter!

Ruby Kirk: There it is! Brianna Matthews hits the deck!

Leroy hooks the leg and covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match...Leroy Marks!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Heck, I know I said at the beginning of this match that this Leroy dude ain't much to look at, but damn, he really showed the potential of a calculating worker who can manipulate a match to his liking at any stage.

Ruby Kirk: I agree with ya, D'Abruzzo. He's definitely one to watch on many fronts!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Speaking of one to watch, our next match sees your very own little cousin taking on the infamous Matt "The Raven" Knox. And I hope that he not only outworks her in her very own element, but I hope he knees her freakin' head off her shoulders!

Ruby Kirk: Most unbiased commentary in the business, y'all. You just might be getting your wish here, D'Abruzzo. But first, we'll be hearing from the Suicide Blonde in question!

We cut away to the backstage hallway, and the 1WM fans are THRILLED to see Arley Kirk again, loudly letting her know it!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh, brother...

Arley beams happily and then holds a taped up hand to the camera, turning away before she holds that same hand to her chest and shows appreciation for the adulation.

Arley Kirk: YUH, Denver!!

Arley beams proudly once more as the fans join in with her catchphrase.

Crowd: YUH, GRRRL!!

Arley Kirk: I tell ya. I ain't been in a One Wrestle Movement ring in like.

AK looks down at a non-existent watch and gets a chuckle as she pulls a quizzical face.

Arley Kirk: Like seven weeks? Yuh, man. It's well past time to run my dumb ass on back here and give y'all Colorado crazies another exhilarating and captivating performance already!

AK gets a pop as she throws up her trademark hand gesture for the AK95.

Arley Kirk: Yo, but who better to deliver such a performance than against Matt freakin' KNOX of all people?! It don't get better than that, you lucky bastards!

Arley looks right at the lens and grins as she makes it shake via double fist bumping it.

Arley Kirk: C'mon Knoxy you flippy, kicky ol' fossil. You're gonna boot me and YEET me around the ring like I'm a common soccer ball and I'ma run you so ragged that you won't wanna wrestle for another five years! Either the way, the fans can't wait to see it and I can't wait to fakkin' do it! Let's geddit Colorado! C'MON LET'S GO LET'S GO!!

With a loud POP from the fans, the camera pans back to the desk in anticipation for the upcoming bout.

Ruby Kirk: Knox. Kirk. Only on One Wrestle Movement, and it's coming up NOW!

SINGLES MATCH
Matt "The Raven" Knox
vs.
"Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk

DING DING DING!!!

Knox and Kirk grin and make with the fist bump before the rapid circling begins, finally culminating in a lock up.

Ruby Kirk: Knox with the go behind and a waistlock takedown..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Try as she might and it's admirable and all, but Kirk can't possibly match strength with Knox!

Knox tries to bring Kirk in for the takedown, yet she manages to hit a one armed snapmare and take him over instead.

Ruby Kirk: Flipping jawbreaker by AK!

While Knox gets his bearings, Arley hits the ropes..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Kirk looking for the headscissors, but Knox hoists her up on to his shoulders!

Arley's legs kick wildly as Knox gives the signal..

Ruby Kirk: Is Knox lookin' for INTO THE VOID already?!

As soon as Knox releases Kirk and goes to throw her off his shoulders, Arley drags Knox into a fast paced Viper backbreaker!

Ruby Kirk: CRUNCH! And Arley knows that she can't screw around here. She's headed for that high rent district!

AK whips the crowd into a chanting, stomping frenzy as she waits for Knox to get back to his feet, picking the perfect opportunity to leap off for a top rope hurricanrana, but Matt catches AK, drags her into position and drills her with a codebreaker!

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's it! Break her face, Knox! Crush her damn ribcage! Get the cover!

ONE
TWO
T~

Kirk gets the shoulder up!

Ruby Kirk: AK is still in this!

Knox manages to catch his breath before taking an arm and hauling AK to her feet. Arley crashes into the corner as Knox whips her into the turnbuckles before he immediately sends her off for another irish whip..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox is running after her! Little drop of POIS~

The crowd eats it up as AK matrix evades at the perfect second, kips back up and..

Ruby Kirk: KIRK THE BUCKET..No!

The springing superkick misses as Knox rolls out of the way, does a kip up of his own and throws Arley off with a deep arm drag!

Ruby Kirk: AK with an arm drag of her own now!

Knox shakes off the cobwebs as he gets to his feet, Arley going for yet another arm drag. Knox blocks it and sends Arley flying with a hip toss instead!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox looking to..

The crowd perks up again as Knox moves in to drag Arley to her feet, but a modified monkey flip sends The Raven bouncing onto his back and crashing to the outside instead. Arley gets another short pop as she kips up once more and looks around before giving the signal and taking her run up..

Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH!

Arley arches, twists and turns as she launches over the top rope at high speed and sends Knox crashing into the fan barricades.

Ruby Kirk: FOSBURY FLOP to the outside onto Knox!

1!
2!

Both Knox and Kirk lay there in a heap and the ref is forced to count.

3!
4!
5!

It's Arley who stirs first and tries to haul Knox to his feet, yet it becomes painfully clear she hasn't got that kind of strength, and Knox is able to mount a comeback with a flurry of open palm strikes..

6!
7!

Knox bounces AK's head off the barricade wall and then rolls her inside before leaping up onto the apron and springboarding into his patented lionsault!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox hooks the leg, this could be it!

ONE
TWO
THR~

The fans are LOUD as Arley manages to get the shoulder up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: There's no way..

Knox sits up panting heavily, perspiration coursing down his face.

Ruby Kirk: I believe that Knox is thinking that exact same thing right now!

Knox covers Arley again in disbelief.

ONE
TWO

Kirk kicks out!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox giving up on that plan, dragging AK back to a vertical base..

Knox is looking for a corner lariat as he immediately chases after the whip, yet Arley uses her agility to flip up and out onto the apron, letting Knox collide with the turnbuckles.

Ruby Kirk: Rope hung wheel kick by Kirk! SUNSET FLIP to the inside!

ONE
TWO
T~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox rolls through landing on top!

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: Arley reverses and here's a bridge!

ONE
TWO
TH~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knox breaks free and rolls it over looking for the ankle lock!

Arley screeches as she nearly gets caught in it, yet she kicks Knox away and rolls backwards..

Ruby Kirk: JUICE BOX SERENADE!

The moonsault lands and AK tries for a cover!

ONE
TWO
THR~no!

Marci D'Abruzzo: And Knox gets the shoulder up again!

Arley looks around at the screaming Colorado fans and then down at her exhausted opponent, and then she looks at the ropes and the corner. Sweat rolls down her brow and the fans get even louder as Arley drags Knox to his feet, giving the signal..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Kirk has the cravate! AK-95~

As Arley goes to cartwheel Knox into his head, the fans are suddenly on their feet as he lets out a low roar and stands his ground, ripcording Arley back in..

Ruby Kirk: He's got her up on his shoulders now! INTO THE VOID!

Arley's head snaps back and she hits the deck hard, Knox collapsing on top into an exhausted pin..

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this bout, as a result of a pinfall - Matthew THE RAVEN KNNNNOX!!

Arley struggles to get back to her feet in the corner, a dejected look on her face. Matt Knox, on the other hand, is exhausted yet exhilarated!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Arley's really lost her spark which burnt so bright for so long..

Ruby Kirk: Girl is going through some tough times.

The fans POP for the show of sportsmanship as Knox helps AK up and immediately pulls her into a hug before raising her hand up in the air and pointing to her, the fans giving it up for both of them. Arley smiles as she looks around, and Knox and AK exchange a few quick words before Knox fist bumps her and she takes her leave, allowing him to soak up the atmosphere.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I won't deny it. I quite enjoy the flip flopping BS when it's done right. That's what this match was. It was exciting to no end.

Ruby Kirk: I knew they would do this. I just hope these fans have energy for what else we have in store for them! Don't go away, y'all!

When we come back from commercial, the singles match between Matt “The Raven” Knox and Arley Kirk has just come to an end and we can see Justice Cross standing backstage in the locker room area with her phone up to her ear. When she saw the camera focused on her she told the person she had to go and hung up the phone. Putting her phone into her pocket as she had on her jeans she smirked a bit and looked back to the camera.

Justice Cross: A few days ago you all saw me walk out to the ring at the beginning of Epic 5. While I was out there I talked about some things that I thought about and then I turned around and did something that no one saw coming. I told Joshua Samson that his services as my executive representative were no longer needed. Honestly I don’t know why I just didn’t do it sooner. Oh wait, that’s right. He was supposed to be working for me to get me the things I wanted. But did he do that? Hell no he didn’t. I mean seriously, when you stop to think about how I have been here in One Wrestle Movement for over a year now and the only thing I have to show for it is two unsuccessful title shots then obviously he just wasn’t doing his job right.

Smirking a bit she looked into the mirror taking both hands and fluffing her hair a bit before looking back to the camera.

Justice Cross: Now before you go and get your panties all in a bunch Joshua let me remind you of some things. When I showed up here last year, who was it that said he wanted me to sign with him to work for me? You did. Who told me that signing with you would be the best decision I made because my husband signed with you to represent him? You did. But we all know the real reason you wanted me to let you be my executive representative. Tell me something, when you brought that money to the jailhouse in Vegas to bail me out, did Mrs. Samson question you about who the money was for not to mention why someone needed that much bail money? No? Ok well when you feel like finally telling her I’m sure it would include the tiger in the story. I mean what kind of judge holds a person for a hundred thousand dollars? Just because she took a tiger to Cesar’s Palace? I was not myself at that time and I had a lot of horrible stuff going on. But rest assured you were right there to bail me out. I mean you couldn’t let our top client stay in jail right? At least that’s what you told me. But as the rest of that year went by what happened to all the things that your top client should have got? Or that she deserved it for doing her job? Two title matches since I signed my contract with One Wrestle Movement. Just two. And well, I know I probably didn’t even deserve those because of my actions speaking for me but you got them for me. Oh but wait, that’s right. I was supposed to have a rematch against Jacob Striker after he killed me in our triple threat match. But did that happen? No, my rematch got taken away from me and it was given to the man Driller ruined for life, Eric St. John. Was I mad at that? Hell yeah I was mad. I had my title shot taken away from me and no one could give me an answer as to why. But then it was ok because eventually I got to face Rei for the Pride of 1WM belt. And what happened towards the end of that match Joshua? Your so-called new top client Bianca turned on me and hit Rei with a chair. I never gave up that match because it was not an I quit match so to speak. And honestly it’s quite easy to have someone throw a voice to have that bell rung to declare Rei the winner and Pride of 1WM champion. I didn’t screw me, you screwed me Joshua. That was supposed to be my title then and you know it. So now everything comes full circle for me. Let’s see...I signed a contract with One Wrestle Movement when I first came here, I signed with you to be my executive representative, I basically got screwed over by you, and not only that but I fired your ass a few days ago. I guess you can say this has been a great week for me. Oh and I forgot the most important part. My new representative.

Smirking to the camera she began to let out a laugh before speaking again.

Justice Cross: Now my new representative is someone your wife Astrid knows very well Joshua. And honestly I should have done this way before now. But I didn’t. And now I have. Do you want to know? Oh who am I kidding everyone wants to know who my new representative is. Do you want to show yourself to the fans watching here tonight as well as the ones at home, and to Samson too?

Person: Yeah. Why not!

Justice takes a few steps to the side and Brianna Matthews walks into view of the camera. After a few moments the girls turn and walk out of the locker room talking about business as the camera goes back to the desk.

Marci D'Abruzzo: So let me get this straight. Samson is out, and Matthews is IN?

Ruby Kirk: Sure seems that way, D'Abruzzo. I wonder what's going to come of this.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I'm sure it's a hell of an interesting development, but heck, not nearly as interesting as the development that is the basis of our next match!

Ruby Kirk: Oh yeah. I remember what Riggs and Brody got up to in the loading bay back at Glory XIV..

A quick highlight package of the match and the subsequent sequence with the trucks pops up on the 1Tron, refreshing our memories.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I'm sure both of these men are seeking different kinds of compensation, and I ain't about to hold it up any longer! Send him to hell, Jack!

Ruby Kirk: Most unb..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh, shut up.

SINGLES
"Brozart" Tim Brody
vs.
"Bakersfield Butcher" Jack Riggs

DING DING DING!!!

Once the match starts, one of Kali Kartel’s newest members, Jack Riggs, comes right out the gate with a basement dropkick to Tim Brody’s knee! Buckled, the fan-favorite drops to one knee before a ruthless push kick knocks him flat on his back. He follows up by taunting the crowd with his back turned to the lovable Bay Stater, soaking in his newfound hate with a wicked smirk. When he turns around, though, Brody’s gone!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HUH?

Confused, Riggs shouts an obscenity-laden insult right before Tim slides back in the ring from the other side. Comedically shushing the audience, most follow his instruction to not tip off his opponent while he tiptoes behind him. Then he hits a surprise spinning belly-to-back German suplex that sends Riggs crashing into the thin white canvas, followed by a seated sleeper. Far from a typical rest hold, Tim lays in the choke with wrenching twists for quite some time.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I can feel what Jack Riggs is thinking right now. "Get this fat idiot offa me!"

Riggs screams out in anger, furious about his predicament before he starts to elbow the energetic big man in the gut. With the hold weakened, the powerhouse stands with the choke still applied and falls back in a type of vertical senton, then slowly climbs back to his feet. More verbal abuse flies out the Bakersfield Butcher’s lips causing another round of boos to follow, then he cockily leans against the turnbuckle gesturing for Tim Brody to climb back to his feet. Once 1WM’s Resident Bro wobbles to his feet, Riggs runs at him and jumps, pedaling his feet for a cruel Pork Chop Express bicycle kick only to get caught in an innovative snap leg trap chokeslam reversal! Brody lands hard on his knees and follows it with a seamless pin combination, too!

ONE
TWO…

Ruby Kirk: Kick out! Riggs ain't lookin' so great after that turnaround, D'Abruzzo!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nonsense. Mah boy be doing just fine. Watch this..

As Tim Brody slowly rises to his feet in a daze, the crowd dumps appreciation on him in the form of cheers. He catches his breath with his elbow draped over the top rope, then he groggily shows his closed fist to the camera. Everybody knows what he has planned, and the audience is on their feet with anticipation!

Ruby Kirk: We're about to see us a BRO FIST!

Unfortunately for him and all his fans, ‘everybody’ includes Jack Riggs himself who swings his leg up to kick Tim Brody in the head before he can connect with his Bro Fist fist drop, and the both of them are laid out in the middle of the ring.

Ruby Kirk: Neither of them are stirring!

1
2

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well the damn zebra J's counting, so they had wanna start!

3
4

Riggs slowly uses the ropes to pull himself to an upright position, then finally strikes Brody back down as soon as he’s standing with a Pork Chop Express bicycle kick!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh I love THAT!

The sickening sound of Jack’s boot colliding with flesh rings out through the 1STBANK Arena. Seated against the bottom rope with his arms wide and his elbows hanging over the rubber, Riggs picks him up in one fluid motion into an Argentine backbreaker rack. Jack shouts a conceited phrase, setting up for the burning hammer..

Marci D'Abruzzo: BIG TROUBLE! Brody eats ALL of it! What a MOVE!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "The Bakersfield Butcher" JAAAACK RIIIIGS!

Ruby Kirk: It looks as though Riggs got what he wanted out of their altercation from last week..

Crowd: BOOOO!

The crowd cuss Riggs out as he suddenly turns around and punt kicks Brody across the ring before repeatedly stomping him.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Aha! I wouldn't be so sure, Kirk!

Riggs gets down on the mat, grabs Brody by the scruff of the neck and proceeds to pound his face into the mat. Brody is soon bloody and barely conscious, but Riggs just keeps on pounding away!

Ruby Kirk: These Kartel guys are psychopaths!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh, you better believe it!

Riggs finally grows bored of his new "toy" as Tim fades and passed out from the impromptu beating and he kicks him in the head one last time before turning away from him and taunting the crowd.

Marci D'Abruzzo: They're absolutely psychopaths. And I love it.

Ruby Kirk: Sick. Just plain sick.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ayup!

Ruby Kirk: Let's cut to a segment. Damn. That's just brutal..

Backstage in the 1STBank Arena, El Diablo Blanco is walking the halls when he spots a piece of balled up paper on the ground. El D reaches down and picks it up ready to toss the trash in the garbage can when he pauses.

El Diablo Blanco: Hey, Brother. Can I talk to you for a second?

El D shouts down the hall to a custodian pushing a cleaning cart. El D lightly jogs up to the custodian.

El Diablo Blanco: How’s it going, Brother? I came across a bit of garbage back there but I didn’t just want to toss it in the trash bin. Do you have a recycling bin nearby?

The custodian is wide eyed at seeing El Diablo Blanco and stutters a bit over his words.

Custodian: It’s… it’s just around the corner. I… I can take that for you.

The custodian reaches out for the piece of wadded up paper and takes it from El D. He goes to turn away when El D stops him again.

El Diablo Blanco: Not so fast, Brother. I just want to let you know you’re doing a phenomenal job around these quarters, Brother. I know you may not hear it enough but you’re an integral part of this operation.

Custodian: I throw out the trash.

El Diablo Blanco: And if you didn’t do that, the trash would be piled knee high, Brother. What’s your name, Brother? I want to let your supervisor know what a great job you’re doing.

Custodian: The name’s Jose and I’d really appreciate that.

El Diablo Blanco: Not a problem, Brother.

El D goes to walk away but Jose is the one stopping him this time.

Jose: Would you mind if I get a picture with you, Mr. D? My son would never believe I met you today.

El Diablo Blanco: I’ve got one better for you, Brother. Let’s video call him right now. What’s your preference? FaceTime? Duo?

Jose: Are you serious? Alex would love this.

Jose pulls out his phone and calls his son, Alex.

Jose: Alex, Buddy, you’ll never believe who I’m with right now.

Jose turns his phone to reveal El Diablo Blanco. You can hear Alex shriek through the phone.

El Diablo Blanco: Hey there, Little Diablito. I was just talking with your Papa and telling him how great of a job he does here.

Alex: I can’t believe you’re talking to my dad. I’m such a big fan. I’m watching right now and can’t wait for you to become the Glory Champion.

El Diablo Blanco: I appreciate the support, Little Diablito. I’m going to do everything I can tonight against Don Tirri to try and bring home that gold, Little Brother, but Tirri’s no slouch in the ring. He’s been doing this a whole lot longer than me but that’s not going to stop me from giving it my all. Diggit?!

Alex: I Diggit, El D. I’m a card carrying member of the Diablo Nation and I believe in you.

El Diablo Blanco: Thank you, Little Diablito. I’ve got to get going but I just wanted to let you know that your dad is one amazing person and he gives 100% each and every day and you should too. Keep up the good work, Little Brother.

Jose hangs up the phone and just wraps his arms around El D in a massive hug. As he pulls away, Jose is misty eyed.

Jose: Thank you, Mr. D. That meant a lot to me. You’re my son’s hero.

El Diablo Blanco: And you’re my hero. You’re out here everyday fighting the good fight, Brother. Keep up the good work and keep setting a good example for the Little Diablito at home, Brother.

El D and Jose shake hands before El Diablo Blanco walks off.

The camera pans back to the desk..

Marci D'Abruzzo: I can't believe that this masked moron is getting first dibs on a shot at Tirri's new belt tonight, Kirk. But here we are..

Ruby Kirk: Nonsense, D'Abruzzo. El D shows a bunch of heart every time he comes out here. He did well in that tournament. Plus look at all the work he does outside of wrestling!

Marci D'Abruzzo: So if I go and put a dime in that Wilderness Society collection bucket out front of the arena, I'ma get me a world title shot?

Ruby Kirk: You're just being ridiculous now. Tell ya what. Speaking of ridiculous, The House have a lot to be held accountable for!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Now you're being ridiculous! These Rebel Punks deserve everything they have coming to them

Ruby Kirk: Ugh. I'm done. Let's go to the action in the ring..

SINGLES MATCH
Teddy Morse (w/ Chase Evans)
vs.
Camilla Morricone (w/ Isabella Terrano)

DING DING DING!!!

Morse and Morricone stare daggers at one another and exchange verbal barbs while they circle. On the outer, Chase Evans seems to be watching Isabella Terrano intently. Morricone and Morse move in to lock up..

Ruby Kirk: The House never can find it in themselves to play fair.

Morse stumbles back clutching his face as Camilla double pokes him in the eye at the last second, and Morricone takes advantage with a hair grab takedown before proceeding to put the boots to Teddy..

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's not what The House is here for, Kirk! Knee drop by Morricone, and Morse already ain't lookin' so hot!

Morricone hauls Morse up into an abdominal stretch, and the fans HATE The House for it as Isabella gets up on the apron and Morricone extends the pressure by holding on to Terrano's hand. Morricone relinquishes the hold on the count of four, and Teddy's eyes pop open wide as Morricone converts into a hairpull backbreaker!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Morricone with the cover..

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: And Morse kicks out at the count of two.

Morricone grimaces as she hauls Morse to his feet and sends him off for an irish whip. Morricone runs after Morse as she lets out a roar and launches an elbow at him, yet Morse excites the crowd by rolling through and avoiding it..

Ruby Kirk: Morse on the rebound once more!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Morricone gonna backdrop him to hell!

Morricone ducks down, but Teddy manages to flip out and land on his feet..

Ruby Kirk: Morse picking up some serious speed hitting the ropes again!

Teddy Morse: YEE YEE!

The crowd roars with approval as Teddy lands a brutal looking elbow smash and just about turns Morricone inside out!

Ruby Kirk: Morse with the cover!

ONE
TWO
T~

Terrano leans into the ring and drags Teddy out by the legs, proceeding to lay into him with lefts and rights..

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

Marci D'Abruzzo: See this, Kirk? Sound strategy!

Isabella is running amok on Teddy until Chase comes running around the outside and drops her with a clothesline!

Ruby Kirk: You were saying something about strategy?

Chase hauls Terrano up in a half nelson and Teddy gets a POP as he grins and looks around..

Chase Evans: You ain't gon' hit her..

Teddy Morse: Sure I am! Why not?!

Chase Evans: Naw, you ain't..

Chase and Teddy look to Isabella and then to the crowd and then back to each other..

Morse/Evans/Crowd: WE BOTH GON' HIT HER!

With that, Chase and Teddy both unleash and drop Isabella out cold with matching right hands..

Marci D'Abruzzo: You NEVER take your eyes off the prize, fellas!

Both Chase and Teddy collapse in a heap as the camera pans just in time to watch Camilla Morricone leap onto them with a suicide dive!

Ruby Kirk: Holy moly!

The referee starts his count as Morse and Morricone both start to stir..

1
2
3

Marci D'Abruzzo: Who the hell even says that anymore?

4
5

It's Morricone who stirs first and rolls Morse back inside.

Marci D'Abruzzo: The end is nigh for this so called Rebel Rouser, Kirk!

Morricone sneers as she moves in to lock in her patented Rattrap, yet Teddy manages to reverse the momentum and turn it into a Fujiwara, but Morricone easily escapes.

Ruby Kirk: Both competitors to their feet again..

Morricone lets out a roar and throws a hard punch at Teddy, yet the fans POP as he blocks it and the fans get involved as he unleashes his take on the shake rattle n roll..

Ruby Kirk: I love this! Boot scootin BOOGIE!

With Morricone staggering around seemingly out on her feet, Teddy gives the signal and seizes the chance..

Ruby Kirk: HE'S GOING FOR IT! FUBAR'd!

Teddy hauls Camilla up on his shoulders, but she spins out and lands on her feet, collecting him with a crucifix pin..

Marci D'Abruzzo: OH! What a counter!

Camilla sneakily puts her feet up on the second rope to add leverage to the crucifix, and Terrano holds her feet down on the outside adding even more leverage!

Crowd: BOOOOO!

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: No...they can't..

Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a pinfall - CAMILLLLA MORRRRICONNE!

Marci D'Abruzzo: They can. And they did.

Camilla quickly rolls out of the ring, and runs into Isabella who holds her arm up high as the two quickly make their way back up the ramp while Teddy comes to his senses, screaming at them from inside the ring.

Ruby Kirk: If there's something these Rebel Rousers won't stand for, it's highway robbery! And that's just what this is!

Chase gets up and joins Teddy in glaring at The House and screaming at them as they disappear backstage.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh can it with your goody two shoes BS, Kirk. It don't always go according to plan!

Ruby Kirk: I hate my co-commentator. Have I ever mentioned that?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Pfft. That's because you're MY co-commentator!

Ruby Kirk: I'm done. I'ma hit her.

Marci laughs out loud as we go backstage.

Butterscotch Monroe is standing next to “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page in front of Tiffany’s locker room.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Let’s hurry this up. If you haven’t noticed, I have a match tonight.

Butterscotch Monroe: Yes, of course. I wanted to get your thoughts on your match tonight against Lash Donahue.

Tiffany Lynn Page: You mean against that overgrown man child?

Butterscotch Monroe: Yes?

Tiffany Lynn Page: That’s what I thought you said. I suspect Lash finds being called an overgrown man child as some sort of compliment. But since Lash has done a thing or two inside the squared circle that it justifies his childhood naivety. Lachlan, tonight is the night you realize that at one point or another that we all have to grow up.

Butterscotch Monroe: One could argue that many have tried to teach Lash that in the past to no avail. What makes you so confident that you’ll be the one to do so?

Tiffany Lynn Page: Why are you so negative? I know Lachlan is a tough competitor. I told you that already, Butterscotch. Who names their child Butterscotch? Were your parents members of a hippie cult or something?

Butterscotch gives Tiffany a confused look.

Tiffany Lynn Page: What? You and the rest of the marks out there need to get a clue. It was me who pinned VIP several months ago. It is not my fault he throws a major tantrum every time he loses. I then beat Matt Knox fair and square at the last Glory. Because all of you who doubted Bianca are eating their words when she won the Pride of 1MW title a couple weeks ago. So all of you who doubt me will be in for a rude awakening.

Tiffany turns around and walks into her private locker room.

When we come back, Molly Hatchet exits the janitor’s closet, adjusting her gear a bit with a small grin. She didn’t mind changing and cleaning up in the closet one bit. It wasn’t time for her match, unfortunately, but she figured that if she wandered around a bit, something would happen, so off and down the hallway she went. She whistles a catchy little tune as she walks with a bit of a skip and a bounce in her step. Any night working in the ring is a good night for her.

Voice: What in the world?

Molly stops in her tracks and the scene pans a bit to reveal a somewhat confused Victoria Salinas approaching from behind. There may be a bit of awkwardness considering they have a match later in the night, but this doesn’t deter Victoria a bit. Molly spins around, any indication of awkwardness swept away with a big grin and a wave of her hand.

Molly O’Hatherine: Ooooh Hi, Victoria!

Victoria Salinas: What were you doing in the janitor’s closet? It seems like such an odd place to hang out in…

The Ginger Ninja shrugs and chuckles a bit.

Molly O’Hatherine: Well lass, ya’ know tha’ smell of cleaning chemicals is a rather nice aroma yeah. Clears tha’ sinuses and such! How are ye’ Vicky? Excited fer tha’ match tonight?

Victoria Salinas: Excited, of course. Though, as you already knew, I certainly felt like I was under a lot of pressure this week being booked against Ursula and then you. At least going through that match with Ursula helps before going into this match tonight. It’s been something else trying to prove myself all over again here, you know?

With a little nod, Molly easily sympathizes.

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye, I hear ye’ loud n’ clear. Tis always tha’ way when hoppin’ to a new brand. At least ye’ve got a few things ta’ brag about though. I may’ve been all o’er tha’ world, but you’ve definitely got tha’ belts and brand recognition for certain. At least noone’s kicked ye’ outta’ tha’ locker room and made it preferable fer ye’ ta’ change in tha closet yeah.

Victoria Salinas: Ooooh… so THAT’S what happened…

Victoria takes a bit of an awkward pause for a few moments realizing what happened. She also feels a bit of sympathy as well.

Victoria Salinas: Shoot, I am so sorry to hear that.

Molly O’Hatherine: Oh dearie, think nothin’ of it. If yer not rufflin’ feathers e’ery once in awhile, yer not tryin’. They’ll get over it and besides, no one gets ta’ see tha’ birthmark on me arse when I change! THEIR LOSS!

She laughs brightly, clapping Victoria’s shoulder.

Victoria Salinas: I do know what it’s like to be a bit of an outcast myself. I’ve had two promotions or three where that’s happened and people have felt like I didn’t exist or something. It hasn’t felt that way here, but at the same time, I’m still ‘that new girl that nobody really knows about’. It’s slightly frustrating especially when you get written off so easily in a match like this. I try not to let it get to me, though it can be hard especially since that one company we were both at pretty much did write me off like I’m some fucking gatekeeper to someone else…

Victoria catches herself, realizing that her anger was increasing for a bit. She takes a bit of a breath to calm down.

Victoria Salinas: Sorry… I wasn’t trying to break into a tangent there about… you know…

Molly just nods giving Victoria’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before removing her hand.

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye… hosed us both they did, but I told ‘em to stick straight up their arse and went on ta’ greener pastures. I feel a bit written off here too, but I’m gonna’ work on that meself as this is a good company at it’s core, even if a few bad apples be spoilin’ tha’ batch. It’ll turn ‘round eventually. I aim ta’ make their trash tha’ fan’s treasure. That’s how ye’ win. Tha’ fans scream loud and their money screams louder.

She gives a little smile and wink upon saying that.

Victoria Salinas: You’re not wrong. This is a good company, at least so far. Some may think I have it easy having the accolades that I do, but that’s far from the truth. There’s always that worry of being lost in the shuffle. But, all I can do is put that in the back of my mind and deal with what’s in front of me on any given night.

Again, the Ginger Ninja nods her head a bit.

Molly O’Hatherine: Ne’er thought ye’ did fer a second. Ye’ got critics who are blowhards but seein’ what I saw prior, I’d say they’ll start shuttin’ their daft fuckwit mouths really soon. What ye’ pulled off? Dearie, that’s tha’ stuff that gets people talkin’ yeah. That’s also tha’ kind of stuff that someone like me sees and thinks to meself, “Well then, I got a rather tall order ahead of me now, don’t I?”

Molly leans up a bit on her tip toes to meet Victoria’s gaze.

Molly O’Hatherine: Truth? I’ve been itchin’ ta’ get back into tha’ title picture and well, methinks that a win o’er you will get me one step closer to that. Yer a real strong talent and I’ve watched ye’ first hand back in shite-ville wrestlin’ dearie. Ye’ve watched me too. We know each other well and I’d say that this match will have us both hard to ignore goin’ forward.

That sly grin returns on her face.

Molly O’Hatherine: I wish ye’ luck. May tha’ best Ginger win.

Victoria takes another small breath as she maintains her composure.

Victoria Salinas: Yeah, best of luck to you too! I’m sure it will be a show stealer!

There’s a little giggle from Molly’s freckled lips.

Molly O’Hatherine: Throw tha’ show in a bag and run off like a sneak thief in tha’ night with it we will, only e’eryone will see and know who tha’ fuck we are when it’s said and done!

She holds her fist up for a bump and Victoria obliges, tapping knuckles.

Victoria Salinas: You got that right!

At that point, she turns and begins to make her exit. Molly gives a little smile. She knew something would happen if she wandered around backstage long enough, though it rarely comes that fast.

Ruby Kirk: Woah. I just KNOW that these two are going to put on one explosive contest for us tonight!

Marci D'Abruzzo: You say that about every goody two shoes bullshitter who marches through that curtain, Kirk. But regardless, I agree.

Suddenly “43% Burnt” by Dillinger Escape Plan plays.

Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Driller Jaworski!

The crowd boos as Jaworski marches down to the ring, not even acknowledging the fans. In the ring is a wiry young man in red tights waiting in the corner for the Serial Driller. Jaworski gets in the ring and takes the mic from the ring announcer.

Driller Jaworski: Cut the music!

The boos are louder now that the music has faded out. Driller looks flustered as he begins his promo.

Driller Jaworski: You know, I don’t know what it is with people here in 1WM, but it seems like I’m having to fight off people left and right in this promotion! I’m a simple man and I have simple desires. Just like everybody else in 1WM, all I want is to get in this ring, fight my opponents, collect my pay and go home. That’s all I want.

The crowd boos.

Driller Jaworski: But there must be some kind of collaboration between some of the members of the 1WM locker room, because I keep finding myself the target of other wrestlers despite the fact that there is never any provocation from me!

More boos.

Driller Jaworski: Seriously! I think there’s a conspiracy against me! I think everybody and their mother is trying to run me out of 1WM!

Some fans cheer the idea of Driller leaving 1WM for good.

Driller Jaworski: And why are these people trying to push me out? Is it because they all want to be heroes? Is it because each one of them wants to be a knight in shining armor who slays the big, bad, evil Driller? Are they all trying to make their names off of me? Is taking me down a springboard to fame for all of these people? If it is, then their plans are SERIOUSLY flawed, because if you look at what I’ve done to people who have targeted me over the last three months, the odds are in MY favor! Erick St. John stepped up to me and now he’s gone!

Nuclear heat from the fans over the memory of what Driller did to ESJ.

Driller Jaworski: Don Tirri proclaimed that I was in his crosshairs and he ended up getting dropped on his head- TWICE- in the middle of this ring. Hell, I even take partial credit for running William James Cordova out of 1WM. Yes, my best friend, Jack Riggs, broke that little pissant’s ankle and I give him all the credit in the world for driving the final nail in that man’s 1WM coffin; but I drove in the first few nails with the brawl me and Little Billy had at Legendary 18. That match may have ended in a draw, but did he walk away from it after going through two flaming tables like I did? No! Was he ever the same after the match ended? No way! He slipped further and further down the ladder until he met up with Riggsy and earned himself a permanent limp and went crawling back home!

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

Driller Jaworski: And you would think, after the consequences of coming after me, a man with a functioning brain would think better than to confront me. Well, I guess Griffin Hawkins damaged his brain by huffing his hair spray, because he decided to get in my face and challenge me to another match.

The crowd cheers Griffin’s courage.

Driller Jaworski: This is after he was given the Drill Bit through the announce table and then narrowly escaped having his head driven into the exposed concrete by yours truly with Screwed. You’re like Cordova, Griffin. You escaped permanent paralysis by my hands, yet you still want to poke the bear and test what little luck you have. At least in Cordova’s case, he was spared a beating by me because I was in jail and our match had to be cancelled. When I came back, he wanted to fight me because he had yet to experience an ass-kicking by me. You on the other hand, you know what it’s like to get your ass beat by me. You know what it’s like to almost have your career ended by my hands. Yet, you got in my face four days ago and said you wanted to fight me “anytime, anywhere.” Well, we certainly made use of “anywhere” at Epic 5, and if it hadn’t been for those meddling 1WM officials, I would have gotten away with driving that power drill right through your temple and into your brain, leaving you a vegetable who would have to have his diapers changed for the rest of his life.

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: But you know what, I’m over it, because I’m the kind of person that believes in the old adage, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” And I’ll tell you this, Griffin…

He looks into the camera.

Driller Jaworski: I’m going to enjoy trying again and again when it comes to sending you out of 1WM à la Erick St. John.

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: And when I’m finally done abusing you, Griffin, you’re going to do two things. First, you’re going to thank me for ending the beatings. Secondly, you’re going to vociferously regret ever stepping up to me like you did the other night. You’re going to ask yourself, “Why didn’t I just avoid Driller Jaworski while I still had the ability to walk? Why did I get in his face and challenge him to another match? Why do I sing such shitty music?”

Crowd: BOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: Alright, maybe you won’t ask that last question right at that moment, but it is a question you should have asked yourself already. As for the other two questions, by the time you ask them, it’ll have been too late. You should have never encountered me in the first place, because now I’m going to have fun with you. Now, I’m going to treat you like Sid treated his toys in Toy Story. I’m going to rearrange your body parts and leave you looking like a disgusting freak of nature. And it won’t just be the thought of your mangled body motivating me as I violate you. It won’t just be the thought of you in a wheelchair keeping me going. No, I have a motivation that is much stronger: a shot at the Glory Championship.

Crowd: BOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: Taking you, one of 1WM’s top talents, out of this promotion will go a long way in convincing the brain trust of 1WM that I am the man to take the Glory Championship off of Don Tirri- if he’s still the champion by that point.

Crowd: BOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: And if he’s not, well then, at least I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that I’m the Kali Kartel member who finally got your annoying little ass out of this promotion for good!

Crowd: BOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: Now, with all of that off my chest, let’s have some fun! Let’s get to the primary reason for my being here tonight. I said on Twitter that I was going to come to Glory and combine an old concept and a new concept. The old concept is The Five-Minute Drill. Now, I will admit, when Erick St. John survived The Five-Minute Drill, I flirted with retiring the exhibition entirely. However, I am a man of innovation, so I am spicing The Five-Minute Drill up a little bit and adding something new. In honor of my vision-impaired former colleague, Mr. St. John, tonight will see the debut of…

He pulls a blindfold out of his tights.

Driller Jaworski: …The Blindfold Drill!

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!

Driller Jaworski: In this contest, myself and my opponent over there in the corner will both be wearing a blindfold. If I am able to locate him and drop him on his head within five minutes, I will be the winner. If, by some miracle, he can avoid me for five minutes or somehow, someway, lift me up and drop me on my head, then he will be declared the victor.

He walks over to his opponent.

Driller Jaworski: Now, young man, what is your name?

He puts the mic up to his opponent’s mouth.

Opponent: My name is Paul Voigtland!

Driller Jaworski: And where are you from, Paul Voigtland?

Paul Voigtland: I’m from right here in Denver, Colorado!

Paul earns himself a cheap pop.

Driller Jaworski: And how long have you been a professional wrestler?

Paul Voigtland: Eight months!

Driller Jaworski: And you believe you’re the guy to do it?

Paul Voigtland: You’re damn right!

The crowd cheers some more.

Driller Jaworski: You just heard my whole spiel about people targeting me, right? I mean, you heard the message that I just gave to Griffin Hawkins, right?

Paul Voigtland: I heard you, and I’m here to tell you that I’m not afraid of you and I think the time for talking is done!

He slaps the mic out of Driller’s hand and the crowd cheers. Driller just stares at the microphone on the mat with a look on his face that says “Did he just do that?” He smiles, slowly picks up the microphone, and backs away.

Driller Jaworski: Alright, Paul Voigtland. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been talking too much. Let’s start the match. Mr. Official, please get in this ring and put the blindfolds on Paul and myself.

A referee steps into the ring and goes to put the blindfold on Driller. Driller stops him and points towards Paul.

Driller Jaworski: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Put the blindfold on him first. I don’t trust him. He’ll probably try to attack me before you put the blindfold on him.

Paul rolls his eyes. The ref does as he’s told and puts Paul’s blindfold on first. He walks back to Driller to put his blindfold on him.

Driller Jaworski: That’s more like it. Something about this Paul kid makes me suspicious.

The ref puts the blindfold on Driller.

Driller Jaworski: Thank you, Mr. Official. Okay, let’s get five minutes on the screen!

The screen reads “5:00.”

Driller Jaworski: Mr. Official, is the time up on the screen?

The camera picks up the referee saying “Yes.”

Driller Jaworski: Okay then. We’re going to start this match in 3…2…

Suddenly, Driller drops the mic, rips off his blindfold, and charges Paul. The unsuspecting young man has no idea that’s about to hit him when Driller gives him a monstrous corner splash. Paul collapses immediately. Driller marches back to the mic and yells into it.

Driller Jaworski: 1! Start the clock!

The ref tries to stop Driller from going back towards Paul, but Driller grabs the ref and throws him out of the ring. He grabs Paul by the head and throws him across the ring like a discus. Paul’s blindfold goes flying off before he even hits the mat. Driller follows after him and stomps him mercilessly. He then sends Paul off the ropes and crushes him with a running clothesline. Paul goes inside out upon impact and crashes face first onto the mat. Finally, Driller picks him up and sends him down on his head with Screwed, a vertical suplex that turns into an inverted piledriver

Ruby Kirk: This poor kid just got SCREWED!

Driller picks up the mic.

Driller Jaworski: And the winner is…ME!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!

Driller Jaworski: And let this just be a lesson for EVERYONE in 1WM! Whether you’re a 25-year veteran, a rock star who wrestles as a side hustle, or some scrub like this idiot right here who just got sent into early retirement, if you decide that you’re going to be a superhero and take me out, reconsider your plans, because you’ll all end up in the hospital, whereas for me…

He walks towards the ropes and stares menacingly into the hard camera, which gets a close-up of his face.

Driller Jaworski: I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!

He slams the mic down and makes his way up the aisle as “43% Burnt” plays. EMTs rush past him to get to poor Paul, who is still laid out in the ring. Driller looks back to see his handiwork and smirks before going through the curtain.

SINGLES MATCH
Victoria Salinas
vs.
"Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Both wrestlers nod their heads as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Molly O'Hatherine and Victoria Salinas begin to circle around the ring, the two wrestlers waiting for an opening to appear. Molly O'Hatherine immediately charges forward and hits Victoria in the mouth with an elbow shot! She follows it up with a second as Victoria tries to regain her footing. Molly grabs hold of Victoria and backs her up against the ropes. She pauses for a moment before shooting Victoria across the ring. When Victoria returns on the rebound, Molly lifts her into the air for a back body drop. Victoria stumbles over to the ropes and uses them to drag herself back up to her feet. Molly quickly closes the gap and hits Victoria with a few chops to the chest.

Crowd: WOOO! WOO!

Molly then grabs hold of Victoria and launches her over her head with a belly to belly suplex! Victoria again crawls over to the nearest corner as Molly watches with a smirk on her face.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Molly is showing this more calculated, cerebral side tonight. I must say. It's strange. But, I like it.

Once Victoria is back up on her feet, Molly charges across the ring and tries to hit Victoria with a European uppercut in the corner! Victoria ducks out of the way at the last second causing Molly to hit the corner instead. She stumbles and tries to regain her balance, but can't before Victoria grabs hold of her and slams Molly to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Victoria quickly hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Ruby Kirk: Molly kicks out! I was totally right. This HAS been explosive.

Molly pulls herself back up to her feet as Victoria quickly connects with a few right hands. The impact of the blows knocks Molly back against the ropes. Victoria tries to shoot her across the ring, but Molly is able to reverse the attempt. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Victoria on the rebound, only to have Victoria catch her by surprise with a flying forearm smash!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Eat that, you freckle faced h..

Ruby Kirk: Oh c'mon, Marci.

Victoria pulls herself back up to her feet. Once Molly is standing, Victoria leaps into the air and hits her with a perfectly timed dropkick!

Ruby Kirk: Right to the moosh!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Right to the freckly fu..

Ruby Kirk: ANYWAY. Victoria Salinas having a party with Molly's ribcage right now!

Victoria shoves Molly back against the turnbuckle and delivers a few kicks to her ribs. Molly drops down and tries to recover. Perhaps sensing the fact that she's just created an opening for herself, Victoria charges forward to hit Molly with a running knee to the face! Molly ducks out of the way and Victoria's knee hits the turnbuckle instead!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Swing and a miss!

Victoria drops to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Molly grabs her from behind and snaps off her take on the German!

Ruby Kirk: Ginger Snap! Molly hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE..

TWO...

TH…

Marci D'Abruzzo: KICK OUT! I really thought Raggedy Ann on meth had it!

Ruby Kirk: I really figured you were more professional than this. Sigh..

Molly drags Victoria up to her feet and hits her with a series of quick elbow shots! She then spins Victoria around and hoists him into the air for another Ginger Snap that she bridges into a pin attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

THR…

Ruby Kirk: SALINAS KICK OUT AGAIN!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Shh. This is good. Look at Molly's face. She's seething. She's about to turn up the heat.

Molly grabs Victoria and calls for the fans to get louder. They oblige as Molly drags her up to her feet and hits Victoria in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Victoria drops down to a knee. Molly tries to wrestle Victoria into position for a Northern Lights suplex. Victoria spins out of Molly's grasp and leaps into the air, hitting Molly in the mouth with a knee strike! The impact sends Molly stumbling around. Victoria kicks her in the ribs and plants Molly on the mat with a fame-asser! Victoria hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE

TWO

TH..

Ruby Kirk: Resilience by Hatchet here!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Salinas is PISSED though. I love it when people get pissed, man. They do dumb shit..

Victoria nods her head and realizes that she'll need to keep at it if she wants to win. She stands near the ropes and waits for Molly to drag herself back up to her feet. Once she's up, Victoria springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Molly in the mouth with a kick! Molly ducks the attempt. Victoria's already banged up knee hits the mat before she tries to stagger back up to her feet. Molly charges at Victoria and catches her with a knee strike! The impact sends Victoria stumbling over to the nearest turnbuckle. She slumps against it as a smirking Molly picks up speed. She runs forward and tries to hit Victoria in the mouth with a bicycle kick in the corner---though Victoria steps forward and trips Molly up instead! Molly's momentum carries her face-first into the turnbuckle padding!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I know the turnbuckles are padded, but...

Ruby Kirk: That still doesn't feel good!

Molly slumps against the turnbuckle for a moment as Victoria Salinas takes a moment to catch her breath! She then runs forward and hits Molly with a Busaiku knee kick! The impact sends Molly's head crashing into the turnbuckle padding. Molly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Despite that, though, Molly walks right into Victoria’s Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT) for her efforts!

Ruby Kirk: VARSITY BREAKER! This is IT!

Victoria hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match...Victoria Salinas!!!

Ruby Kirk: Look. This was really anyone's game, D'Abruzzo.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nonsense. Salinas had this one in the bag

Ruby Kirk: You're blind as a bat. Nonetheless, I am thoroughly impressed by that match. And this show is only bound to get better!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh YEAH! My girl TLP is about to knock that Donohue punk around the ring for the next fifteen minutes, and the stupid little prick is gonna LIKE it. It's a shame we gotta hear from this asshole first, though..

The camera cuts away to Mickey Greer looking somewhat nervous as he walks down the hall. Instead of the usual BOO that Mouse would receive, there's a build up of laughter. Suddenly, with a LOUD pop from the Colorado crowd, Greer's worst fears are realized.

Lash Donohue: Yo! Mousey! Over here buddy!

Lash is all suited up for his match with Tiffany Lynn Page, and Greer slinks back in fear as soon as he lays eyes on him.

Mickey Greer: N...NO!

The fans laugh as Mickey turns on his heels and bolts off down the hallway in the opposite direction. Lash slowly lowers his star shaped sunglasses while he shakes his head and grins. He smirks sideways to the fans watching on the screen and he shrugs.

Lash Donohue: Well shit. FINE. I'ma conduct my OWN damn interview! Yo! We're stuck with the shitty camera mic because your so-called seasoned interviewer doesn't want me to set his widdle pubes on fire. Whatever, man..

There's a laugh as Lash tsks and shakes his head.

Marci D'Abruzzo: The messed up part is that Donohue ain't even kidding.

Lash Donohue: But enough about that hunk of blue vein dick cheese!

Ruby Kirk: Oh lord..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Mouse. Cheese. I see where he's going with it.

Lash Donohue: I got something to say about my match tonight..

The fans laugh as Lash's eyebrows furrow and he points to the camera accusingly.

Lash Donohue: And all you motherfucks gon' listen!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Can we get him outta here already?

Lash Donohue: Heh. Tiffany. Lynn. Page. Ol' TLP. I'm seriously looking forward to this one. For what it's worth, I've been watching the shit this gal gets up to lately. There's a fire in her gut. She's like, refurbished or something. All renewed and pissed off and rejuvenated, and I'ma getting that tonight! It's kinda nice, yo.

Marci D'Abruzzo: What the hell is he even talking about?

Lash Donohue: Simply put, I've been needing a fiery opponent such as this for a minute. Guess what. I'm fiery AF too! This one can go one of three ways, and only one looks good for her. The most likely outcome is that the force of my fire simply douses Page's on the spot. Done. Finito..

There's a slight cheer for this outcome.

Lash Donohue: Another way it can go is that while Tiffany is only starting to cook, she is coming into the path of a raging inferno and is just going to catch on and become one with the force of mine. Become engulfed, if you will. You know how that one turns out.

Lash gives the lens a wink before he holds his hands up for a rebuttal.

Lash Donohue: Lastly, and most interestingly, the newfound heat of TLP's fire could very well burn too hot for mine to withstand. I hope it's that one, Tiff. I hope that's what you're gon' do out there. I'm giving you every opportunity. Every avenue. I just don't think you're gonna TAKE it.

Lash smiles sideways as he draws his neon orange entrance coat around himself and starts his walk down the hall towards gorilla position. Lash's voice bounces off the walls as he calls back, though.

Lash Donohue: We'll see, TLP..

The camera comes back to the commentary desk.

Marci D'Abruzzo: While he might raise a point or two, I still wanna get him out of here and FAST!

Ruby Kirk: Well buckle up, D'Abruzzo. Tiffany Lynn Page and Lash Donohue go head to head tonight and it's coming up NEXT!

SINGLES MATCH
"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page
vs.
"Diamond" Lash Donohue

DING DING DING!!!

Lash sticks a fist out, and while she is definitely hesitant, the fans get behind it as Tiffany responds in kind and these two circle briefly before locking up..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Arm wringer by Page and she's got it on good!

Lash flips over onto his back as TLP wrings the arm around again. Page tries to go in for a Fujiwara, yet Lash back rolls and then kips up, getting a reversal on the arm wringer..

Ruby Kirk: Back hook kick attempt by Donohue and a near miss!

Tiffany jumps back, grabbing Lash by the ankle and swinging him back around to face her.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah! What a bitch slap!

Spittle flies and Lash grins as he turns back around, the crowd laughing and cheering as he encourages Tiffany to slap him again.

*SMACK!*

Crowd: OHHH..

Marci D'Abruzzo: And TLP obliges!

Lash gets another cheer as he points at his bright red cheek and demands that she hits him again!

Crowd: OHH! OHHHH!

Tiffany's brow furrows as she unleashes, blasting Lash with a rapid series of bitch slaps which stun him a bit..

Marci D'Abruzzo: PRIMA DON~

Tiffany pivots for the roundhouse, yet the crowd gets behind it as Lash ducks down to evade. TLP growls and tries for a low sweep kick, yet Lash leaps up high to avoid it!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tiffany's pissed now!

TLP lets out a roar as she tries for a vicious looking superkick, but the crowd roars with excitement as Lash matrix evades and pops up behind her..

Ruby Kirk: Inverted hurricanrana by Donohue!

TLP rolls over backwards and crashes into the corner with the force of the rana. The crowd gives a mixed response as Lash gives the signal and takes a run up at TLP!

Ruby Kirk: CANNONBALL SENT~

Once again, TLP rolls out of the way and the crowd is bitterly disappointed as Lash crashes into the turnbuckles and gets hung up in the tree of woe.

Crowd: OHHHH!

Ruby Kirk: Page with a swinging neckbreaker out of that position! That was NASTY!

TLP hooks the leg..

Marci D'Abruzzo: I think she's got this!

ONE
TWO
THR~

Lash kicks out right as the referee is going to count to three!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I'm telling ya. TLP is not a woman who you wanna piss off, Kirk. Donohue? He's pissing her off. Look at her!

Tiffany's chest heaves with exertion as she sits back up, and her perspiration soaked face seems to be scowling indefinitely.

Ruby Kirk: TLP hauling Donohue to his feet now..

Crowd: BOOOO!

Tiffany grins proudly as she beal tosses Lash across the ring by his dreadlocks..

Ruby Kirk: That is just MEAN.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Funny though! Page hauls Donohue back to his feet. Oof. I love it when someone gets a shot to the lower stomach. Doubles 'em over every time!

TLP makes a big show of throwing Lash's arm over her shoulder and lifting him up in a vertical suplex..

Marci D'Abruzzo: BRRRRAINBUSTAHH..

The crowd eats it up as TLP goes to drop Lash on his head, yet he manages to flip out of it and land on his feet! TLP immediately lunges at Lash..

Ruby Kirk: Release gutwrench suplex!

TLP angrily gets back up, only to walk right into a deep arm drag. Tiffany tries to shake the cobwebs as she gets to her feet again, but Lash is waiting with a kick to the gut..

Ruby Kirk: Arm trap neckbreaker!

The crowd once more eats it up as TLP maintains her footing and Lash ends up getting reeled back in..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Side suplex!

Ruby Kirk: No!

Lash manages to hand on, wheel it back around..

Ruby Kirk: Ranhei by Donohue! This could be it!

ONE
TWO
THR~

Page breaks out in the nick of time! Lash sits up in disbelief, he looks around at the screaming fans and then up at the referee, and then back at TLP who is starting to stir. He nods as he hauls her to her feet and begins drilling her with knee strikes..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Swinging hammerlock DDT~

TLP breaks free as Lash goes to swing out…

Marci D'Abruzzo: CUTTER!

Lash is almost vertical as he hits the deck..

ONE
TWO
THRe..No!

Ruby Kirk: Lashy D gets the shoulder up!

Tiffany is furious as she sits back up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: TLP shoulda had that, man. Damn Donohue kid is cheating, or something..

Tiffany gets in the referee's face, and the crowd BOO her as she yells at him and smacks her hand three times, only for the ref to indicate that no, it was a two count. And..

Ruby Kirk: Lash with a roll up and an inside cradle!

ONE
TWO
THR..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tiffany breaks free and rolls it into a small package!

ONE
TWO
THRe..

The crowd are on their feet as Lash gets free and tries to reverse it, but TLP tries to dig in deeper only for Lash to grab on to her legs, pin her head to the mat with his knee and turn her over!

Ruby Kirk: DONOHUE DEATHLOCK! He's got it locked in but are they too close to the ropes?!

Tiffany struggles for some time before she gets a hand to the bottom rope and Lash is forced to relinquish the hold. Lash seizes TLP by the waist and dumps her with a high angle back suplex to pin her in the middle of the ring..

ONE
TWO
TH~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Atta girl! Page kicks out!

Ruby Kirk: These two have been going at it for near on fifteen now! I hope we don't get no disappointing time limit situation going on! I hope we have a winner!

Lash doesn't even question this one, or waste any time hauling the now groggy TLP to her feet..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Lash is looking to make it so! Oof. Them uppercuts, though.

Lash lets out a cry of frustration as he drills TLP with a couple of furious European uppercuts in quick succession, stunning her further..

Ruby Kirk: He's lining up for another one!

Crowd: OHHHH..

Lash lines up and lunges, yet TLP cuts him off with a timely forearm smash!

Ruby Kirk: SPIKE DDT!

The crowd once more eats it up as Lash cleverly breaks free and via a leg hook alone, swings Tiffany around into the perfect position to be butterflied..

Marci D'Abruzzo: BURY GO ROU~

As Lash hooks the arms and goes to swing TLP onto the top of her head, Tiffany hooks her legs into his and blocks before throwing him back around..

Ruby Kirk: TLP WITH RESTING BITCH FACE LOCKED IN!

The crowd is amazed as Lash elbows her in the ribs and finds leverage to run backwards up the turnbuckles and flip backwards..

Ruby Kirk: He's got the double underhook again!

TLP once again locks her legs in, avoiding the Berkocet before she swings Lash back around….

Marci D'Abruzzo: PRIMA DON~

Ruby Kirk: Lash caught the leg and dumps her on her backside! DONOHUE DEATHL~

TLP howls with exertion, refusing to let LD lock that in, launching him with her legs with a modified monkey flip..

Ruby Kirk: Lash with a rolling wheel kick, but TLP ducks out of the way!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Once again, TLP just can't nail Donohue with the Prima Donna roundhouse!

Lash catches the leg and throws TLP back around, looking for an overhead release German suplex..

Ruby Kirk: TLP lands on her feet!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Swings Donohue back around! SEX AND THE CITY!

Lash bounces of Tiffany's knees and falls limp. An exhausted TLP collapses on top and hooks the leg..

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a pinfall, TIFFFANY LYYYYN PAAAAAGE!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Alright. I admit it. That was pretty good.

Ruby Kirk: You would be just straight up BSing if you said that it wasn't, D'Abruzzo. What a contest! TLP oughta be proud of herself for this, and we really oughta go to commercial before the network has our asses! Stay tuned OneDubbers!

When the broadcast returns, we are taken to the ring which looks to have a black carpet rolled out with a familiar GH symbol in the middle of it. On the side of the ring looks to be a bar with stools in front of it. In the center is a Jukebox with three chairs right in front of it. Right on the middle stool looks to be Griffin playing a guitar solo on a Flying V Guitar. The crowd cheers at the impromptu jam session as he wails away on the instrument. After he stops, he begins to speak.

Griffin Hawkins: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first ever 1WM edition of The Jukebox Lounge. This is a place where the hardest hitting questions get answered...questions many don't dare to ask. It might get real up in here..but that's what this show is all about! Now, tonight, my first guests are two people who've requested to be on this show to have one last face off before they beat the hell out of one another...

Just then, Cecil The Intern rushes down with what looks to be some kind of letter.

Cecil The Intern: Mr.Hawkins...this is a cease and desist letter from Mrs.Astrid Samson. I've been tasked to deliver this to you.

Griffin doesn't even look at the letter and just tears it in two. A confused Cecil leaves the ring.

Griffin Hawkins: Let's bring out the first guest shall we? You may remember him from reality shows such as The Bachelor. He is a young man who so far has never backed down from any competition, a man who says what's on his mind on commentary and in the ring. The VIP of One Wrestle Movement..Vance Isaac Parker!

“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! VIP is 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. He shakes Griffin's hand before taking his seat on the left chair.

Griffin Hawkins: And now..my second guest..a third generation superstar who knows this ring like the back of her hand. She has proven that she can mix it up with the men and women! She was told to her face that she'll never amount to anything because of who she is and where she comes from..only to shove it all back in their faces and make it to the biggest stage of all! She is VIP's opponent...Justice Cross!

Light A Fire by Nuts In A Blender hits the PA as Justice comes out to a mix of cheers and a mix of boos. She doesn't care for the reaction either way as she has her eyes locked on VIP. She walks right down the ramp and gets into the ring. She glares down at VIP who sits smugly in his chair. She shakes Griffin's hand before taking her seat in the opposite chair as her music fades.

Griffin Hawkins: I'd like to thank the both of you for agreeing to be on the Jukebox Lounge. Before we went on the air you both gave me your word that you'll be professional and have no physicality between you two as long as you're on here. I'll ask once again, will you both remain professional?

Justice Cross: I will be very professional for your show.

Vance Isaac Parker: But of course, I gave you my word over social media did I not? So long as Justice refrains from placing hands upon me, so to shall I refrain from the same upon her.

Griffin Hawkins: Good..now it's no secret that there is some bad blood between the two of you. You guys have sniped at each other on social media, on TV, it seems that you both can't help but rip in to each other. But in spite of all that, is there any respect between you two?

Justice Cross: Respect? Respect isn't given. It's earned. I mean he had pizza brought to me at one of the shows. And then he had the audacity to tell the security guard my name and call me that on his show.

Vance Isaac Parker: Respect? It would seem Miss Cross took umbrage with an observation - an HONEST observation, mind you - that I made over her career trajectory these past few months. I know I'm the new kid around here, and I'm not here to insult anyone. But to make me rescind the truth that we all saw? I'll never apologize for the truth!

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa whoa whoa guys, just relax. This is a peaceful gathering. As exciting as it sounds for you two to tear each other apart, management made me promise no funny business during this show, so everybody..just cool out. Justice..my question to you. VIP has some power in this company...in a lot of organizations I’ve been to, I’ve seen men and women in his position hold down people who dare cross the boss. Yet VIP doesn’t believe in that. Some would say you’re lucky that Vance isn’t a vindictive person..your thoughts?

Justice Cross: Well Griffin, you are absolutely right. I am and have been very lucky that Vance isn’t vindictive. I mean he could...wait Vance has power here?

VIP has a smirk on his face, scoffing at her remark.

Vance Isaac Parker: Wait, I have power? I am an in-ring performer with a talk show and talents that have found me lucky enough to lend my voice to one of our television broadcasts. But power? I’m not…’holding the book’, to use a phrase in our profession or anything...but I am grateful for every opportunity this company entrusts me with, and I'm very eager to give everything I do one-hundred-fifty percent, such that the company knows their faith in my abilities is well-placed.

Griffin Hawkins: You seem to be a jack of all trades Vance. Announcer, wrestler, and many other talents. Some have took you lightly in the past...hell, some who have underestimated you are no longer in this organization. But Justice here seems to have been watching you like a hawk, just chomping at the bit to put this rivalry to rest as she moves on to championship gold. Does that worry you?

Vance Isaac Parker: My skill set comes from my upbringing. I’ve been acting since I was seven years old, well into my later years where I started doing reality television. While admittedly athletic competition is still the shorter end of my range of ability, it’s one that, as you alluded to, some have taken for granted. And it did cost them their job, so maybe one should think twice before accepting a confrontation with myself. But...Justice isn’t going to do that. You and I, Justice, we’re not so different are we?

Vance turns to face Justice before continuing.

Vance Isaac Parker: No, we’re both loud in the media and on this microphone, and we’re both often looked past, competitors often not doing their due diligence in regards to competing with us. Yet here we both are, we show up to work every week, we do what the bosses ask us to do, and, presumably, we both love this company and this company’s fans. No, Justice, you’re not going to look past me, because you’ve been looked past and you know both how it feels and what happens when someone does just that. When we inevitably do have this contest, just as I know that you won’t be looking past me, you can take solace in knowing I won’t be looking past you.

Justice gives a “yawn” motion as she waits for VIP to finish.

Justice Cross: A simple yes or no would have done Vance. But you see, the only reason that I am loud like I am isn’t because I am trying to be obnoxious or annoying. I just want to be heard and no one ever listens long enough to hear me.

Griffin Hawkins: Trust me Justice..you got everybody’s attention here tonight. You’re very outspoken. But some would say that is also a problem. Many say that your biggest enemy is your temper. Sometimes you lose your composure and it costs you dearly. All it could take is one mistake..one error...one slip on a Banana peel...and Vance here could capitalize on it. That seems like something that you should take into account if you want to beat VIP.

Justice Cross: First of all, you’re right Griffin. I do have a temper and I will wholeheartedly admit that. I used to get sent to Dr. Rodgers who is my anger management therapist. I’ve been doing better at controlling my anger though and people just don’t understand what it is like for me in this business. I’m a third generation superstar Griffin. I’m married to a guy who is basically the greatest of all time even though he is not Tom Brady. But I do this thing where I separate my home life and my business life. Or at least I try to. It is something that I have been trying to work on.

Vance Isaac Parker: Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Hold the phone! Griffin, did you know? Justice Cross is a third generation star so we should...take it easy on her because she doesn’t know any better? Wait, that doesn't sound right. When you’re the first of a family line to get into well, any business not just wrestling, it’s normal to expect mistakes to happen. And indeed it speaks volumes of your ability to watch as you recover from said mistakes. But a third generation talent? Not even a second, but a third generation, you’ve had two prior family lines doing this...but we don’t understand what it’s like. When I started this, I wish I could say that I had a past family member to guide me and keep me in shape. But honestly, my family laughed at me. Asked why I’d want to wrestle when I could make ten times that in Hollywood. So, you’re right Justice, I can honestly say I don’t know what it’s like to be a third generation talent. I only know of hard work, grit, and determination to emulate the charisma I fell in love with watching on television. I study, and train every single day for this job that I take incredibly seriously, and every day I get better and better, because I didn’t have any family to hold my hand and guide me through this step by step.

Vance shrugs back at Justice before continuing.

Vance Isaac Parker: Maybe we’re not so similar after all. Because if we were, if I had even a fraction of the advantages you’ve had, I’d be at the top of any wrestling promotion I wanted to work for! With those tools, those connections, that much raw talent surrounding every facet of your life, it’d be borderline criminal to have punted it away and just let life carry you along. I’m disappointed, Justice. Not in your ability, but in how much hunger for the top you seem to lack. Do you know why, you find yourself struggling to secure appearances on the sho--

Justice’s face is turning a bright shade of red as she angrily gets up from her chair, kicking it aside as she comes up to VIP.

Justice Cross: It’s asinine people like you and the things that those kinds of people say that make me wish I would have retired when I took my five year hiatus! Let me tell you a story Vance and make sure you listen and listen well. In 2003 there was a sixteen year old girl who went to her father and told him she wanted to enter the business much like he had, her brother had, her uncle had, and her grandfather had. Do you know what he told her? He told her that it would be too hard for her and that people treat the girls in the business differently than the guys and he didn’t want to see that happen to her. So you know what she did? She waited until one night when her parents were asleep and packed her bag and met up with her childhood friend. That was the night she ended up in Manhattan. You want to know something else? You can sit there and use sarcasm and patronize me talking about how you should just take things easy on me because I’m a third generation superstar but the reality is you don’t get it. You’re just like everyone else in this business who have done nothing but put me down without getting to know me. I am good at what I do or can do. But when you spent half your career getting put in matches against people who didn’t really care and were just there for a pay check it kind of makes you not believe you're good anymore. And oh let’s talk about my being a third generation superstar some more since that’s what you wanted to do. You don't know what it is like to hear one of the fans walk up to you and not ask questions about you but instead ask you about your dad or your brother. I can’t even walk through an airport without getting a question about my husband. People expect me to be great like my family and him but honestly, I know I’m not. I was trained by some moron and every time I would ask to be trained the right way I got told no. So you may think that I feel people should go easy on me as you said but the reality is you, much like them, don’t get it.

Vance slowly rises up from his chair..a steeled focused expression on his face as he looks at Justice.

Vance Isaac Parker: I don’t get it? Really, the guy that had a pool going around the locker room that I wouldn’t make it past my first match, doesn’t get it? Me, the reality star that was told ‘put on a show with another fresh face’ as my first introduction, doesn’t get it. Justice, I’d have killed for what you have had! You had connections that could have landed you anywhere, and once at Anytown, USA, you could have found a better trainer to work on your craft, if that was really what was holding you back. You know what I think? I don’t think that’s the case at all. I think...you kept on that path the way you did, so you could blame your failures on this, that, and the other. I think you chose to go along this path, because you wanted to coast on a family name. If YOU wanted it, then YOU could have put the effort in. To ‘get those reps’ so to speak. You blame an opponent who is only there for a paycheck on your bad match? News flash Justice...it takes two people to have a match. If the match is bad, take some responsibility, learn from it, and recover next time...oh but wait, you didn’t want that, did you? No, you signed contracts because of the last name Cross and how many zeroes it put on the end of the check, didn’t you?

Vance takes a couple or three steps closer to Justice, definitely not following any social distancing guidelines.

Vance Isaac Parker: If I could do it, then surely someone of your pedigree would have been able to learn all this and then some. I’m not putting you down without knowing you…Morgan, I’m straightforward stating the facts, as they’ve been thrown down from your own mouth, right here on Glory Fifteen!

Griffin Hawkins: As you can see ladies and gentlemen....One of the hottest rivalries of the summer culminates as these two athletes who have something to prove finally lock up. Now..I know there isn’t to be any physicality during this..but what I suggest is the two of you shake hands. Because after this...the war is on.

The two lock eyes, neither of them backing down. VIP slowly extends his hand to Justice. Justice on the other hand looks like she wants to drop all the bombs in the world on him..but nonetheless, she accepts it and grasps his hand, reciprocating the gesture. However neither let go as they stare each other down, each other’s hand tightening as their knuckles turn a pale white, as we go to a break.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Welcome back to Glory 15 folks, and…

Ruby laughs heartily as the production guys cut Marci off at the pass and cut to a pre recorded scene.

A bar plays host to Ursula Von Rossbach and not just any bar, but the vaunted traveling Yellow Rose Saloon. There she sits, imbibing through a straw and iced and red drink with a small umbrella decorating the brandy glass it resides in. Jane and Sadie both eagerly watch and await her approval. A delighted hmm reverberates through her throat.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Absolutely delightful, Ms. Adler.

It is then that Coda enters the establishment.

Jane Adler: I haven't had a lot of people ask for a Singapore Sling before, so, it was kinda neat to make sure I remembered it!

She said, as Jane was cleaning some glasses behind the bar, as she spotted Coda approaching her with a curious expression.

Jane Adler: Haven't seen you around here before, Coda. Anything strike your fancy?

She said whilst Sadie would join the scene after bringing a couple cases of Modelo in to stock in the cooler. Coda doesn’t return the greeting. Instead, she walks past Jane altogether and approaches her partner with concern.

Coda: Alcohol? On the night of Legendary? This is inadvisable! I had thought that there was dedication within you, a willingness to succeed where others fail, yet here you are in a common saloon drinking your cares away. Perhaps I should consult the higher-ups to have our match delayed or cancelled. I cannot allow you to fight in this condition!

The Lady Terminator actually grows visibly amused with each passing second of Coda’s diatribe, sipping leisurely upon her straw. She does not interrupt her one moment and allows her to get it completely out of her system.

Jane Adler: Hey, ease up a little, Coda. Let me make you the same thing and try for yourself…

She said, getting a glass and starting to get the pomegranate juice and tonic to start mixing the drink, as Sadie said to Jane.

Sadie Cassidy: Looks like a busier night than usual… and a bunch of guys look like they have some heavy pockets, too. I'm gonna go deal.

Jane Adler: Of course, good luck!

She said, stopping with the pomegranate and tonic, before adding some mango juice. Coda watches the creation of the drink carefully with squinted eyes, examining all the ingredients.

Coda: This is a trick, is it not? A ruse to impair our wrestling abilities with alcohol. You are so desperate to win, you would resort to such tactics?!

In her best Mark Wahlberg from The Happening voice, she replied to her.

Jane Adler: What?! Noooo!

She said, before getting a bottle of lime juice and squirting a little in before finishing off with pineapple juice, as she began to add crushed ice and stir quickly, while looking at Coda.

Jane Adler: You gotta learn to relax a little, Coda. Just because we're in a competitive business doesn't mean you need to be on edge all the time. Here, try this out… I'll put it on your tab for now.

She said, placing the drink in front of her. She cautiously sits in her designated spot at the bar, then bounces the heel of her boot repetitively against the floor. Then, she looks towards her partner for guidance. Ursula controls her composure, showing only a mild smirk at best as she sips more of her delicious beverage. The amusement levels are at an all time high for her. After a pause, Coda leans down to take a slow sip through the straw.

Ursula Von Rossbach: It was not what you were expecting, was it, Ms. Coda?

Of course now she was no longer hiding the full extent of her amusement, that unnerving smile of hers on full display. The only difference from when that smile was usually presented is the sight of a slight twinkle of mirth in her eyes. As Coda was enjoying the drink she was presented with, a couple of ruffians entered as Sadie called them out.

Sadie Cassidy: Hey! I told you two assholes to never come here again! Get outta here, before I call the cops!

She said, trying to keep damage to a minimum, as Jane exhaled with disappointment.

Jane Adler: Not again…

Ursula casts a look towards Coda, asking the following question in a cool fashion.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Have you ever performed the services of a club bouncer before?

Coda: Mari said I should learn new skills.

The Pint-Sized Kaiju stands and Ursula does so simultaneously. With no time wasted, Ursula has picked her first target, launching her foot with unerring accuracy and a loud clap of heel to chin with her Great Kick. Coda, on the other hand, splashes her drink into the eyes of an incoming attacker, then throws the glass at their head! Angered, the much larger man throws a punch that lands at Coda’s jaw, then at her stomach. She doubles over, hit with an uppercut before she dodges a punch and arm drags him onto a nearby table, then chases him atop the furniture.

Jane Adler: No, get off that! We just cleaned it!

She said with a bit of anguish in her voice. Meanwhile, a third patron grabs a bottle and looks to hit Ursula in the back of the head, as behind her, the crack of a whip is heard, as Sadie snared his wrist with her bullwhip from across the room.

Sadie Cassidy: Guess we got another person to ban…

She said nonchalantly, before pulling his arm to force him to let go of the bottle, as it lands on the floor. Ursula nods her head at Sadie quickly in proper thanks before ramming the inner knife edge of her hand into the man’s throat while kicking one of his legs out and forcing him to the floor with a violent sambo chokeslam. As she rises from her prone victim, a chair crashes across her back, wood exploding in several directions. Her reaction? A narrowing of her eyes before turning to face her attacker. The man stands there with a broken stool in hand and fear in his eyes. He attempts to run, but Ursula’s hand finds the nape of his neck and she pulls him back. Her forehead collides with his in stunning fashion, instantly knocking him unconscious while Coda simultaneously piledrives an attacker against the sturdy table booth. Jumping, she tornado DDTs another into the hard floor while her boot connects with a third in the rotation, staggering them towards Ursula. A throat punch greets the poor unfortunate soul, leaving him choking and sputtering. He turns his back to her and that is when she takes his arms and applies her infamous rear double chicken wing hold. As Ursula lifts him into the air, Coda jumps onto a nearby table and launches herself forth with her deadly Symphonic Elbow as Ursula falls back with an elevated Tiger Suplex, slamming the man through the top of a table right behind her; the Great Symphony executed flawlessly.

Jane Adler: Stop! Stop! We can't keep replacing the furniture!

She said with frustration, as Sadie was packing in the house money whilst getting it to a safe in the area while Jane gets out from behind the bar to grab the two instigators by their collars after they had been battered, and drags them outside with frustration.

Sadie Cassidy: Business is closed today, don't let the door hit you on the way out.

She said, as the patrons would murmur with annoyance, though, understood the situation. Ursula reaches into her leather wrestling top and produces a rather sizable “wad” of cash, which she then hands to Sadie.

Ursula Von Rossbach: My apologies for the damages, Ms. Cassidy.

Coda heads back to her seat, checks through her purse, and hands Jane a cutout coupon for Bed Bath & Beyond without a word.

Sadie Cassidy: No, we don't need your mon…

She said, before looking at the coupon Coda presented, and heavily considering it, as she's a sucker for that store, as Jane would glare at her a bit.

Jane Adler: It's a kind statement, but it's not really your fault they broke that chair across your back.

Ursula turns her gaze to the table that she had actually broken using someone else’s still unconscious body lying in the wreckage.

Ursula Von Rossbach: I estimate that you have suffered roughly $1500 in damages. I am handing you $2000 for two reasons. One, I am partially responsible and two, it is more than worth it to have watched Coda froth with righteous, misplaced indignation. Do accept my offer on those merits if nothing else.

The money is presented once more to Jane and Sadie. They look at each other briefly… it's probably not completely honest pay, but if someone offers that much money, there's honestly not a good reason to say no. The Regulators walk Ursula and Coda to the door.

Jane Adler: Fair enough… we'll get you some actual drinks. After your match, of course.

She said, offering a handshake, as Sadie heads back inside to sweep up. Ursula shakes her hand firmly, leaving the money in it as her and Coda exit.

The camera cuts back to the desk, and this time, it's Marci laughing!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Fools. That's what y'all get. You wanna trash someone's saloon, they're gonna want their pound of blood and flesh!

Ruby Kirk: Now, I'm not necessarily sure that's how it's going down here tonight. But I'ma let you toy with that narrative. The match though? It's coming up right about now!

TAG TEAM MATCH
Symphony of Destruction (Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach)
vs.
Regulators, Incorporated (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well. After a brief conference in each corner, it looks like we'll be starting this one off between Sadie Cassidy and Ursula Von Rossbach!

There is very little circling in the middle before Ursula moves in and initiates the lock up. Sadie does her best to keep her footing, yet finds herself up against the ropes eventually. Ursula uses the momentum to send her across the ring for an Irish whip.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Cassidy on the rebound..

Ruby Kirk: OH! UVR catching Sadie with that huge Sambo style chokesl~

The crowd is suddenly on their feet as Sadie cleverly manages to convert the momentum and take Ursula over with a modified arm drag!

Ruby Kirk: Big dropkick by Cassidy but it ain't gonna topple the big woman! It's like kicking a big rig!

Cassidy tries to capitalise with a short arm clothesline, but Ursula ducks underneath the blow.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tilt-a-whirl sideslam by Von Rossbach!

Ursula drops a knee onto the shoulders of Cassidy before hooking in a mat based overhead wristlock, yet after struggling for a couple of seconds, Sadie Cassidy rolls back and nails Ursula with a modified Pele kick, stunning her..

Ruby Kirk: Cassidy with a basement dropkick, finally knocking UVR down!

Cassidy runs over and tags in Jane Adler, but not before she gives Jane the signal and hops out to ringside..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Von Rossbach is about to walk right into that patented buckshot lariat, Kirk!

Right as Ursula gets to her feet and turns back around, Sadie launches over the top rope and hurls the lariat..

Ruby Kirk: HOLY HECK! Wrist clutch exploder suplex sends Cassidy flying with her own momentum!

As Cassidy crashes into the lower turnbuckles on the other side of the ring, Jane sees her opportunity and pounces..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Inverted atomic dr~

Ursula delivers a clubbing forearm to the temple of Adler right as she tries to clinch in the waistlock..

Marci D'Abruzzo: No! UVR with the forearm! Adler going for a jumping roundhouse, undeterred!

The fans are impressed as Ursula catches Adler's leg, lets out a roar and drills her with a leg capture spinebuster!

Ruby Kirk: UVR is in her groove now!

Coda reaches for the tag and Ursula gives her a nod as she hauls Jane Adler to her feet and drags her over to SoD's corner. The fan excitement picks up as Ursula tags Coda in and then hurls Coda up into a military press..

Ruby Kirk: I think that Symphony Of Destruction are going for their FASTBALL SPECI~

The fans seem disappointed as Adler takes Ursula's legs out with a running chop block, forcing her to drop Coda and fall to the mat, just as Cassidy gets back in the ring and timing it perfectly..

Ruby Kirk: HOLY CRAP! Cassidy just jumping superkicked Coda out of th GODDAMN SKY! Adler going for the cover!

ONE
TWO
THR~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Damn, man. I tell ya. Coda is very lucky Ursula was there to break that up! What a kick!

The referee hustles to get both Cassidy and Von Rossbach out of the ring, turning around to Adler once more going for the cover..

ONE
TWO

Coda kicks out! Adler nods to Cassidy, knowing what she has to do as she hauls Coda to her feet.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tag to Cassidy! Cassidy with the pendulum backbreaker!

Adler is climbing to jump off for the elbow, yet she hesitates as Coda back elbows her way free of the backbreaker position and takes her out with a sharp jumping enziguri, turning Cassidy inside out..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Coda's gonna do it! Check this out!

Coda doesn't even seem to think about it as she takes a run up, leaps off Ursula's back, bounds to the top rope and delivers her high impact running knee right between the eyes! Adler's eyes seem to roll back as she slumps and falls to the canvas.

Ruby Kirk: BAM! Coda getting the cover!

ONE
TWO
THR~

Ruby Kirk: Cassidy breaks it up in the nick of time!

Coda is furious as the referee once more hustles Cassidy and UVR out to their respective corners. As Coda hauls Adler to her feet, she lays into her with repeated forearms, culminating in a harsh European uppercut which staggers Adler backwards..

Ruby Kirk: Gourd buster across the top rope! Coda's looking for her OVERTUR..oh MY!

Cassidy runs along the outside of the apron and throws Cassidy's legs off the top rope, sending her crashing into the ring onto Coda instead of falling prey to the arm trap. But she doesn't stop there..

Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH! Cassidy just crash tackled UVR off the damn apron! I'm SURE she has a death wish.

In the confusion, Adler had gained control of the match, hauling Coda up and booting her in the gut..

Marci D'Abruzzo: RIO...LOBO... DRIVER! OOOH. That's gotta suck.

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I told ya! Pound of blood and flesh! Regulators Inc got it in the bag!

Ruby Kirk: Sigh. Say we actually WENT with your narrative and it made sense. Can you really call it that when Regulators Incorporated had to work so damn hard for it on top of their property damage and travel costs? Are you really taking it all into account?

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're boring, Kirk. Play something that ain't freakin' BORING, production monkeys!

Ruby Kirk: Ugh. Whatever, D'Abruzzo. Great tag team contest in our headliner tonight. Coda got unlucky there. Right now though, we're gonna hear from our Glory champion ahead of his first defence!

The broadcast fades for a second and the view opens to show the locker room area and specifically the one hosting “Old School Cool” Don Tirri. The big finn is going through his pre-match rituals as usual, already geared up for battle. The Glory championship belt is resting on a bench next to him as he finishes lacing up his boots.

Don Tirri: 30 days ago I accomplished something everyone told me I might never do. I finally got over the hump I had been hitting my head against for months and months across several promotions. 30 days ago in Glory 14 I became the inaugural One Wrestle Movement Glory Champion. A night I won’t soon forget.

Tirri offers a quick smile to the camera.

Don Tirri: Ever since that night I’ve had people try to goad me into handing them a shot, people dropping me on my head in desperate attempts to knock me out of the game, people congratulating me and people hoping for my quick demise. That is all par for the course. Because if there is one thing everyone always say about being a champion. Winning it is not the hard part. Keeping it is.

He grabs the belt and sets it on his shoulder in measured moves, unable to suppress a look of pride as he does.

Don Tirri: And thus tonight I step into that ring to defend this title. The first time I am going out there announced as the “reigning AND DEFENDING GLORY CHAMPION”. And I couldn’t have picked a better opponent myself. El Diablo Blanco. We were both in the Roth2 invitational not too long ago, unfortunately we managed to miss each other courtesy of Matthew “GIMME SHINY” Knox whipping both of our asses, but thats neither here nor there. Ever since I got back into the swing of things last october I’ve been seeing your name El D, thrown out always with a positive spin. So it will be a great honor and a great joy to finally lock up with you.

Tirri reaches for his pocket and lights up a cigarette, a trademark thing he always does.

Don Tirri: But that doesn’t mean I’m planning on relinquishing this belt. I respect you as a competitor and as a person El D, but when it comes to that ring and this belt, there isn’t a force in this world that can pry it from my hands. You can throw everything in your playbook at me, infact I expect you to do just that, and it still won’t be enough. When the dust has settled and the fighting ended… You will either be knocked out cold courtesy of The Boot or the Chokeout. I’ve reached the apex El D, and I got no plans of falling off.

He offers another smile, softening his words a bit as he puffs out some smoke.

Don Tirri: Tonight isn’t about two guy hating each others guts. Tonight isn’t about two guys trying to kill each other over some beef. Tonight is about two men stepping into the ring and WRESTLING for a prize that will soon be considered the most prestigious one in this business. We are going to light the night afire and give the fans a show they will talk about for months and years to come. Because THAT.

Tirri flicks his cigarette at the camere and raises the belt off his shoulders to showcase it.

Don Tirri: Is what professionals do!

Ruby Kirk: Strong words from our 1WM Glory champion! Don't y'all touch that dial, we're gonna quickly peep this word from our sponsors, and we'll be right back to kick your ass with this main event!c

MAIN EVENT: SINGLES MATCH
1WM GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP
El Diablo Blanco
vs.
"Old School Cool" Don Tirri ©

“The Fox (What Did the Fox Say?)” by Ylvis blasts from the system and the Colorado fans really give it up for El Diablo Blanco!

Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your One Wrestle Movement Glory XIV MAIN EVENT!

The cheers get even louder as El D makes his way out onto the stage and absorbs the adulation he receives on the way down the ramp, stopping to hug fans and take pictures along the way.

Mari Moon: This is a GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH and is scheduled for ONE fall. This bout carries a thirty minute time limit. Introducing the challenger. Coming to us from your mom's neighbor's backyard..weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds and standing at five feet, ten inches tall. This is "The Backyard Phenom", this is EL DIIIABLO BLLLLANCO!

El D absorbs the praise he receives from the Colorado fans as his music fades out, and he turns his attention to the rampway..

Mari Moon: And introducing his opponent..

"Ace of Spades" by Motörhead hits the P.A and the crowd loses their minds all over again, only getting louder as Tirri appears atop the rampway, title over his shoulder and a confident smirk on his face.

Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from Helsinki, Finland. He stands six feet five inches tall, and he's weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds..

Tirri unhooks his belt at the end of the ramp and raises it over his head, getting an ovation from the 1STBANK crowd as he does so.

Mari Moon: He is the reigning and defending 1WM Glory champion! Ladies and gentlemen, this is DON TIRRRRI!

Don raises the strap one more time for another POP before handing it over and stepping into the ring. Don beams as he looks around at the rambunctious crowd and he nods as he hears the timekeeper ring the bell..

DING DING DING!!!

The Colorado fans start a rhythmic clap as Don Tirri turns back around to face El Diablo Blanco and the two begin to circle rapidly.

Ruby Kirk: Lock up in the middle, the champion making use of his size and strength advantage!

El D falters and Tirri is able to push him backwards until he is helpless against the ropes. The referee starts to count, but Don relents immediately and unleashes with a harsh downward chop that echoes!

Crowd: WOOOO!

El D responds with an angry looking knife edge of his own, seemingly catching Tirri off guard..

Crowd: WOOO!

El Diablo Blanco tries for an irish whip into the corner, yet Tirri plants his feet and reels El D back in for a knee to the midsection.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri going to town with those knees, Kirk! To the stomach! To the chest!

Crowd: OHHH!

Marci D'Abruzzo: To the face!

Tirri fairly easily ripcords El D up into a punishing bearhug. El D struggles for a while, but the power of the fans urges him to break out with a flurry of forearms, forcing Tirri to release him..

Ruby Kirk: Open palm strike by El Diablo Blanco! Tirri eats an arm drag!

Tirri tries to get back up but El D takes him over with an even deeper arm drag!

Ruby Kirk: Tirri getting up again! Blanco with a hurricanrana!

The crowd gets excited Tirri, D launches up onto the shoulders of Tirri and looks to spring back, yet Tirri yanks El D back up and sends the challenger flying with an impressive fall away slam!

Marci D'Abruzzo: SACK OF SHIT launches El Diablo Blanco across the damn ring! Tirri could end this right here.

Tirri gets down and hooks the leg

ONE
TWO
THR~

Ruby Kirk: And the Colorado crowd eats it up as El D manages to kick out of a move that few can possibly recover from!

Tirri, undeterred, drags El D back up, immediately seizing him in a headlock as he wears the challenger down a bit.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri looking for that bulldog..

El Diablo Blanco breaks free and shoves Tirri away..

Ruby Kirk: El D with that backdrop!

The crowd is stunned as Tirri lands on his feet and spins back around, letting out a roar as he charges at El D..

Ruby Kirk: THE BOOT~

El D manages to duck up and under the wild boot attempt and drop Tirri with a sudden stump puller driver..

Ruby Kirk: This could be over! We might have a new champion!

ONE
TWO
THRE~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri only just gets the shoulder up! What a match!

El Diablo Blanco gets to his feet slowly and looks down at Tirri. A smile develops under that mask of his and he gives the signal, hyping the Colorado crowd up even more!

Ruby Kirk: This is it! I think he's going for it!

El D hits the ropes and bounds back to Tirri..

Ruby Kirk: BACKYARD ELBOW!

The crowd is stunned once again as Tirri rolls out of the way at the last second. El Diablo Blanco doesn't look so hot as his elbow collides with the bare canvas, the shock allowing Tirri to regain his foothold on the match.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri stomping El D into submission here!

Ruby Kirk: Speaking of submission, Tirri is coming at El Diablo Blanco with his patented CHOKE OUT!

With Tirri booting El D in the sides and getting down for his seated sleeper, El Diablo Blanco decides to throw in the towel and fight another day, and the referee promptly calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match via submission and STIL...

Ruby Kirk: LOOK OUT, DON!

The crowd is in an uproar as Driller Jaworski and Jack Riggs hop the barricade, armed with a piece of lead pipe and a steel chair respectively..

Marci D'Abruzzo: GET 'EM!

Tirri's back is to Driller Jaworski and he doesn't see or sense a thing as Driller angrily clobbers him across the back of the neck with the pipe, and Jack Riggs cracks him in the head with the chair!

Ruby Kirk: What a brutal sneak attack!

Driller boots Don in the ribs as hard as he can and proceeds to lay into the Glory champ with the pipe a couple of times. Riggs angrily hauls El Diablo Blanco to his feet and YEETs the semi conscious masked man over the top rope..

Marci D'Abruzzo: You can get out and stay out, you weasel! Tirri deserves every bit of this!

Ruby Kirk: No he doesn't, D'Abruzzo! Nobody does!

Riggs and Driller look at each other and nod as Driller hooks the pipe up behind Don's throat and drags him to his feet..

Marci D'Abruzzo: C'mon Driller! Smack the Finnish guy around some more! Haha! Making the Kartel proud right here!

The crowd ROARS with disapproval as The Calloway brothers come bounding down the ramp, each of them seemingly with a chain of some description wrapped around their fists.

Ruby Kirk: This is just thuggish! It's like a gang war! There is no other way to describe it!

As the Headhunters run down the ramp, Driller holds Tirri up via the pipe wrenched in his throat while Riggs gets in several more shots..

Marci D'Abruzzo: You can't really call it a gang war when there's only one mob in town, and they're running all the turf, ya know.

The crowd is elated as Headhunters never make it to the ring, being cut off at the pass by Damon and Aurora Graves who leap the barricade and proceed to pummel them at the foot of the ramp!

Ruby Kirk: Well it's about damn time! What's THAT you were saying about being the only mob in town?

Marci D'Abruzzo: No! No! C'mon! They HAD this!

The locker room starts to clear out as we see Jacob Striker and Cain Dominguez come running to join in the "fun", and they're cut off by Jen Drew and Rei Park. These four never quite make it to the rest of the action, proceeding to furiously brawl in the entrance way. Meanwhile, Aurora nails Driller with a chair assisted Jecht shot while Damon hurls Riggs over the top rope.

Marci D'Abruzzo: It's a goddamn ZOO in here right now!

Ruby Kirk: Ain't that just the way you like it, D'Abruzzo?

Marci D'Abruzzo: You damn skippy it is!

Damon turns back to Driller, getting him in a half nelson as he hauls him up to his feet..

Ruby Kirk: Ugh. Well. On a positive note, it looks like Fallen Angels have finally got a handle on Jaworski!

Driller won't have this, letting out a roar and sending Damon flying backwards as he breaks free and charges at Tirri once again.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hah! Oh no! Jaworski broke out of their grasp!

Driller grimaces as he lines up, but the crowd EXPLODES as Don Tirri reaches deep within and just about takes Driller's head off!

Ruby Kirk: Not for long he don't! THE BOOT! THE BOOT!

Driller hits the mat hard and rolls out to ringside. Eric and Dexter look to be rolling into the ring to take a cheap shot, but Don is ready and waiting and inviting them to do so, so Headhunters think better of it. They opt to scoop up their fallen comrades Jaworski and Riggs instead and hurl insults as they all make their way up the ramp.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You TELL 'em fellas!

Ruby Kirk: Look, 1dubbers. This one is a shambles. But on the positive side, Don Tirri is still your Glory champion! We're gonna leave it at that folks. We'll see y'all in Rome on the 31st!

As the broadcast closes out on the image of the two sides going into Legendary 20 staring each other down, the 1WM logo flashes upon the screen and we fade to black.