Legendary 20 "Strength and Honor" (30 August 2021)
Sept 1, 2021 17:02:31 GMT -8
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“Before wrestling had rings or rules, honor was defended with blood shed from flesh split by cold blades piercing flesh for the amusement of screaming Romans and their Emperor deciding life with a twist of a wrist and the rise and lower of a thumb… That is what the ancient Roman Colosseum represents.”
Molly spoke from the very top of the colosseum’s outer wall, looking down upon the cheering masses now craning their necks to look up at her. She’s seated, torches lit behind her in rows along the outer parameter. She speaks into the microphone with a big grin on her face.
Molly Hatchet: Aye, Tha’ Ginger Ninja herself, Molly Hatchet, sittin’ up on high with a blessed view of the ring from places no one was allowed even in the days of the ancient Roman’s themselves. Can ye’ think of a more grand location than this, the oldest recorded and still standing venue in all of professional wrestling, let alone sports combat? Tonight, one more time will these hallowed grounds be decorated in the blood of combat and fury as so many seek to prove themselves to not just you lovely Italian fans in attendance or the billions watching at home….
She rises to her feet, lifting up the Hatchet Clan banner and propping it upon her shoulder.
Molly Hatchet: ...We’ve got the ghosts of our ancestors who fought, bled, and died down there, walking these halls and watching us as we add to the history of this grand cathedral of combat. May we honor those who fought before and continue to uphold the legacy of the gladiatorial pit below.
Behind her the black and green crossed hatchets and skull banner flutters alongside her long red hair.
Molly Hatchet: And to my opponents tonight I say this; “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page and “The Raven” Matt Knox, each of you are accomplished wrestlers. Both proved it last week when they each defeated Lash Donohue and Arley Kirk respectively, two people that I have a high level of respect for their ability in the ring and spirit both in and out of it. One’ll scoff, fer Tiffany only sees trash when she is not lookin’ in a mirror, while The Raven sees it differently. Grand opponent’s regardless.
Molly walks along the edge of that high outer wall, the cameras following her.
Molly Hatchet: This is more than a common match to me. In the entire World Domination Tour I have only made two other events; From Russia with Love and A Night in Manchester. I worked neither and was left out in tha’ cold when I challenged any and all comers. With only one main event on Epic to me name, I started ta’ feel that maybe I was 1WM’s trash. Had a few remindin’ me of it, not gonna’ lie.
There’s a soft, sardonic chuckle passing through her freckled lips to accompany the shaking of her head.
Molly Hatchet: I’m tired of bein’ trash that’s stepped on and overlooked because I know in my heart, I am more than that and tonight, I plant me flag and fuckin’ PROVE IT!!!
Stopping before an ancient flag holder from a bygone era, Molly stabs the Hatchet Clan flag into the old bronze holder and leaves it there, fluttering in the breeze. Every single torch on the colosseum’s high wall suddenly belch geysers of flames in the air, the fans reacting with cheers at such a huge declaration by the Ginger Ninja!
Molly Hatchet: Vini, Vidi, Vici…. Those will be the words I utter to my opponents this night. I CAME, I SAW, AND I BLOODY WELL CONQUERED!!! I do it not because of pride or vanity, nor ‘cause it’ll net me a shot at a title or elevate me stock, but because now, I’m backed up against tha’ wall and I HAVE to prove that I am every bit as good as I say I am.
The flames slowly die down and she squats down on the very edge of the wall. Molly gazes down at the fans looking back up at her, the cacophony of noise only overpowered by the strength of her microphone and voice combined.
Molly Hatchet: LIVE BY THE SWORD, DIE BY THE HATCHET! THE TIME FOR TALKIN’ STOPS TONIGHT! NO MORE POSTURING, NO MORE PROMISES! DO OR FUCKIN’ DIE! ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT! HATCHET CLAN!!!! MAKE SOME NOOOOOIIIISSSEEE!!! STRENGTH…. AND…. HHHHOOOONNNNOOOOORRRRR!!!!
Molly shoots to her feet, arms out at her sides and head rocked back as the fans erupt beneath her! On her face is a wicked grin….
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY TWENTY “STRENGTH AND HONOR”!
The arena comes to life and the Roman crowd is loud enough to just about drown out the sound of Legendary's theme music, only proceeding to almost drown out the pyrotechnics too! The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.[/font]
Taj: GOOD EVENING, EVERYBODY! ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT HERE AND WE'RE COMING AT YOU LIVE FROM THE COLOSSEUM IN ROME, ITALY!
America: Damn it, Taj! I'm deaf! Get a hold of yourself!
Taj: Nuh, uh. NO way, America! Not when we're mere moments away from witnessing TWO exciting dual debuts, but let's talk about that main event! I really want to talk about a ten person tag team main event of this magnitude!
America: Yeah, definitely the most bizarre Legendary main event in quite some time. We're gonna see Jaworski, Park, Striker and Fallen Angels do battle with Tirri, Headhunters, Davis and Drew. I know that it's champions versus challengers, but both sides have made it abundantly clear that they don't necessarily love each other.
Taj: Even more strangely, several of these combatants have allies on the opposing team!
America: They are gonna have to throw THAT out the window and try to coexist if they truly want to make the impact they need to, and that goes for both sides! What else have we got, Taj?
Taj: "Ya Girl" Q is locking horns for the second time with Arley in a 1WM ring!
America: Oh. Pfft. Arley is going to flip flop around the place until Q gets bored and drops her on her head. Next..
Taj: You can never count the Suicide Blonde out, Mez. She really will throw herself at you until you don't get up no more!
America: Yeah, but Q is a freakin brick wall and she's a doofus. What part of NEXT didn't you hear? And stop calling me that on the air!
Taj clears her throat dramatically before she continues.
Taj: Pain Maker looking to continue his hyper aggressive, dominant path against Justice Cross, and..
America: GOOD! I hope he does! I hope Dominguez runs through Justice like butter! The sooner he gets back to his favorite dreadlocked punching bag, the better!
Taj: I wholeheartedly disagree with how dismissive you're being towards certain talent. Justice Cross is a scrappy go-getter in her own right, Mez. She's going to withstand better than you think.
America: Pfft. Next.. actually, nah screw it. Gimme that thing! I do this better than you could ever dream of, Taj! AND STOP CALLING ME THAT ON AIR!
America snatches Taj's tablet and Taj simply rolls her eyes..
America: What else. Oh! Oh! Bakersfield Butcher gonna pound that walking L'Oreal campaign into freakin oblivion! I just know it!
Taj: Hawkins hasn't gotten where he is by being a pushover, America. I think you'll be surprised how close and awesome this match is!
America: Doubt it. RIGGS all the way! What else? We're going to see a hard hitting tactical FIGHT, as Coda would call it, when we witness her taking on a woman who has been on an absolute roll in Victoria Salinas! It's hard to say with this one. I'm here for it.
Taj: That's about the most unbiased thing you have ever said!
America: Shut it..
Taj scowls.
America: That pipsqueak pencilneck Vance Isaac Parker is about to get brutalized and eaten for a light dinner by Lady Terminator, Taj!
Taj: Hey, wait a minute! You know that you can't count a determined man like VIP out. He's the type of guy who can "McGuyver" a victory when he puts his best brain forward!
America: Von Rossbach is the type of combatant who will bust him in half over her knee and drinketh of the contents within if she wanted to! R.I.P, VIP! She's..hey!
Taj snatches her tablet back as America gets lost in one of her patented rants. It's America's turn to scowl.
Taj: Give me that! That's enough out of you! To brighter topics..
Taj fans the air around her with her hand and grins.
Taj: WOO, check out this Hatchet, Knox and TLP triple threat! That's gonna be fiyah!
America: I wish you would randomly catch abl..
Taj: ANYHOO, Totally Extra locking horns with Nyx and Solomon Monster?
America: I wouldn't exactly call it locking horns when Solomon is the meanest bull in town, and these dweebs couldn't hope to contain it Greta decides she wants to go off tonight!
Taj: Sadly, you might be right. But Totally Extra are big girls, I'm sure they're gonna surprise the hell out of us.
America: I'm sure you're an idiot. Next…
Taj rolls her eyes.
Taj: Oh! An interesting one as Olivia Blue goes toe to toe with a returning Melissa Maye!
America: Yo! Have you seen what's been going down on social media between these two!?
Taj: I definitely have. Let this be known. I hope Mel isn't planning that... experiment.
America: Go to hell, Taj. You know she is!
Taj: Poor Olivia..
America: Right?!
Taj: I honestly think we're ready to quit keeping the One Wrestle Movement fans waiting, Mez.
America: Nah, f..
Taj: Once again welcome to Legendary Twenty LIVE from outside the Colosseum in Rome, Italy!
The scene opens up as a pink long stretch limo arrives at the area, its license plate reads Pride of 1WM, as the fans greet this scene with loud boos. As the limo driver comes out and opens the door as out steps Simon, who holds his hand out as a well-manicured hand grabs and pulls themselves up from the limo. It was none other than Queen B, the brand new Pride of 1WM champion Bianca Davis who had a bright smile on her face as she looked around and scowled in disgust as she loudly complained to Simon.
Bianca Davis: Ugh where is my red carpet treatment, hello, I am the pinnacle champion of 1WM, the heart, and soul of this company The Queen B. I said and I made it clear I was supposed to have a red carpet arrival like it’s not that hard is it?
Simon shakes his head as Bianca rolls her eyes as she then says in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Where is my paparazzi-like they should be here to capture this the very first but not the last arrival of their Queen as Pride of 1WM Champion. I mean you know One office would have made sure anyone else would have had what they wanted and my demands were simple. I even had them sent to the offices in advance.
Bianca then yells loudly at Simon, in disgust.
Bianca Davis: And grab my title and give it to me, and don’t smudge it thanks. I don’t need any more basicness crawling all over it.
Simon carefully presents the snobby Malibu native with her title; she stanches it and makes sure it doesn't have any smudges on it as she smiles at her own reflection. The blonde blows a small kiss at the reflection before placing it on her shoulder. It matches the gold color of her entire Chanel outfit and tiara. The Queen B looks around before asking in a bitchy manner.
Bianca Davis: Where are my photographers as amazing as I look, I deserve the star treatment, whatever Simon, take this and put it on my Instagram it will blow up anyway.
Simon takes the phone out and takes a picture of Bianca doing her trademark pageant wave with her title snugged tightly on her shoulder. Before, taking her phone and adding a few selfies to it. As Simon, has her begs to be careful not to damage anything. As The Queen makes her way through the doors as she makes her way to her locker room door looking around as if she expected something she stomps her foot saying out loud.
Bianca Davis: Where are my flowers, I said they should be here right before I got here! Like, do these morons not know how to read flowers for the Queen B should be so simple even the idiots that live in Rome can understand it.
Soon enough coming into view is none other than Butterscotch Monroe who speaks up as she asks in a professional tone.
Butterscotch Monroe: Excuse me, Bianca Davis, first of all, congratulations on becoming the Pride of 1MW Champion. Secondly, can I have a moment of your time? Sorry if it’s a bad time…
Bianca holds her hand up in begins complaining in a bitchy manner.
Bianca Davis: A bad time look I am the pinnacle champion of 1WM and I am being treated like I am less than the rank and file around here? And you want to know if it’s a bad time?! DUH! And my first main event I have to team with people who quite frankly have done nothing but disrespect me time and time again. Whatever makes it quick.
Butterscotch nods her head as she begins to speak.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well Bianca, after capturing your first ever 1WM title, you were attacked by someone who you know very well, Kelli Saint who was sitting at ringside, what are your thoughts on this?
Bianca rolled her eyes disgusted at the question before responding.
Bianca Davis: Look, her head is obviously filled with some sort of disgusting vendetta against me. I mean she can spout whatever nonsense she wants about how she made me a threat? Really she didn’t make anything. If anything it seems to be she’s jealous that me and the rest of the Pretty Committee were the centers of attention, we commanded the spotlight we gave the people a reason to tune in. But Keli likes to insist it wasn’t pure jealousy? Please, and now she thinks she’s gonna step into my company and make an example of me? Puh-lease!
Bianca said in a bitchy tone, as she goes on.
Bianca Davis: Like one how could security fail at their job so hard and allow her to lay her hands on me. During my moment, the crowning moment where finally my hard work paid off a and I won my Pride of 1WM title. Cleanly, mind you.
Butterscotch Monroe: Speaking of, some say it took you putting the ref in front of Rei to allow you to hit that new kick. What are your thoughts on that?
Bianca Davis: My thoughts are that I won my title cleanly, I kicked Rei and pinned her one, two, and three. I didn’t need Joshua to distract the referee or brass knuckles. No, because I am the Pride of 1WM. The heart and soul of this company, but you know something about this being the main event, my first Legendary as champion this is not how to treat someone like me who has just given you all a champion you can be proud of. So once again it’s just morons trying to slander my good name almost a pattern around here.
Butterscotch Monroe: What about tonight’s main event, what are your thoughts on that?
Bianca rolled her eyes as she put her hand on her hip in obvious annoyance as she spoke in her normal arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: The main event yes myself the pinnacle champion of One Wrestling Movement, Jenni Drew our World Champion, Don Tirrii the Glory Champion, and The Head Hunterz the tag team champions take on Jacob Striker, the woman I beat for this very title Rei Park, The Fallen Angels, and Driller Jaworski. Now I don’t know what my partners plan or don’t but being the professional that I am I will be out there gracing the people of Rome with my beauty and presence. While doing that, I will be showing why I am the Pride of 1WM Champion, and why this belt will stay with me for a very long time. So I suggest people watching this very show get used to this sight because it’s going to be one you will be seeing for a long long time. Doesn’t matter who has a problem with it Keli Saint, my own partners, my opponents for tonight or anyone else who tries to spread lies about me. They will all soon learn to embrace and accept the fact The Queen has arrived now if you excuse me I got more important matters to deal with than talking to the likes of you. Simon, make sure this basic doesn’t try to follow us will you dear?
Bianca blows a kiss toward the camera as she slips into her locker room as Simon follows and closes the door behind them. As Butterscotch shakes her head as the scene then fades to black.
Taj: This match should be a good one, America.
America: You say that about EVERY match EVER.
Taj: Well this one should.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway! Quinn wastes little time in running forward---hitting Keon in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. Keon starts to fight back with a few strikes of his own as the two battle back and forth across the ring to the delight of the fans. Keon seems as if he’s taking control as he shoves Quinn back against the ropes. He hits her with a few chops to the chest before shooting him across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO!!
Unfortunately for him, when Quinn comes back on the rebound, she leaps into the air and sends Keon crashing to the mat with a flying forearm smash! Keon stumbles back up to his feet. Quinn charges and sends Keon crashing back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! She dives on top of him for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out!
Taj: Quinn is working very hard to get this win to insure she walks out tonight with an 1WM wrestling contract.
America: Has it been stated that if she wins she gets a contract? I mean she could still win and not be impressive enough to garner one.
Keon begins to pull himself back up to his feet. Quinn closes the gap and hits Keon in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes. She then pulls Keon in and tries to set him up for a snap suplex. Keon blocks the attempt. Quinn once again tries to hoist Keon into the air, but again, Keon manages to block the attempt. Keon then shoves Quinn away and leaps into the air, hitting the young woman on the jaw with a knee strike! Quinn stumbles around as Keon steps forward and hits her with a spinning backfist! He then pulls Quinn in to set her up for a leg sweep but Quinn blocks the attempt with an elbow shot!
Taj: Quinn’s been wrestling a really good match, but Keon is holding on…
America: I’m thinking if you give Keon room to make a comeback, chances are...he’ll do it! I like what I’ve seen so far with this young man.
Keon regains his footing and quickly tries to grab hold of Quinn, only to have Quinn respond with a second elbow shot! Keon stumbles back as Quinn leaps into the air and hits Keon with a dropkick! Keon rolls over toward the ropes before Quinn can keep control of the match. Quinn ignores the fact and runs at Keon to try and send him out to the floor with a clothesline, only to have Keon step forward and cut her off with a devastating right hook to the jaw! The impact sends Quinn staggering. Keon runs over to deliver a huge clothesline!
America: I see good things in store for Keon. If he stays the course, he could really make a name for himself here in 1WM.
Taj: You sound a bit smitten, America.
America: Shuddup!
Quinn clutches at her neck in pain and tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Keon smirks as he closes the gap between the two of them. He then disrespectfully hits Quinn with a slap to the face! He follows it up with a second before grabbing Quinn’s head. Keon runs toward the ropes and uses them to deliver a tornado DDT! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: This has been getting good, but Keon is now in position to take control and maybe even put this away!
America: It won’t be easy...but I think he can do it!
Keon takes a few steps back and begins to laugh. He glares at Quinn as Quinn starts to pull herself up to her feet. Once Quinn is standing, Keon runs at her and tries to plant her on the mat with a spear! Quinn ducks out of the way and waits until Keon turns around before catching him on the jaw with a superkick! Keon hits the mat hard and Quinn drops down on top of him
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Quinn delivers a few more quick strikes to wear Keon down. She then drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up the top. She pauses for a moment to steady herself. Keon drags himself back up to his feet and throws himself at the ropes. Quinn falls to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet---getting hit with Rockford Knee (flying knee)! Keon drops down for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Keon Suggs Jr.!!
Taj: That’s one way to kick off a show!
America: It definitely is but where does this leave Quinn? Clearly she doesn’t deserve a contract after losing, does she?
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Legendary returns to the backstage area. We see Quinn Costa standing in the maze of trailers and production trucks, sweaty and tired after her intense match. She pulls her mouthguard out before grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip from it. As she is looking at the monitor for a second at some replay we see Tiffany Lynn Page come up behind her.
Tiffany Lynn Page: Quinn, right?
Quinn turns around, a bit surprised that someone is talking to her but she smiles as she nods her head.
Quinn Costa: Yeah. You're Tiffany, it's awesome to meet you.
Tiffany Lynn Page: I was watching your match and you were really impressive. I was wondering if you are free and if you wanted to talk some business?
Quinn looks a bit taken aback by the offer but without even really thinking about it she nods her head.
Quinn Costa: Sounds amazing!
Tiffany Lynn Page: Excellent. Let's get away from prying eyes..
She motioned towards the camera with her head with a chuckle.
Tiffany Lynn Page: And we can see if maybe we can work something out.
Tiffany headed off and Quinn threw her towel on her shoulder, quickly following after her, a bit eager to see what the veteran has to say to her. The camera follows the two of them before cutting away.
The double debut match between Joel and Ryan starts off in typical lock up fashion. The two competitors push each other around until Ryan trips Joel up by putting a foot behind her. She quickly pops back up to her feet and fires off a right hand. Ryan, however, manages to block it, turning things around with a European uppercut before following it up with a hard knife edge chop that lands directly across Joel’s chest. Joel stumbles back a few steps, Ryan following closely behind and hitting her with a series of forearm smashes before nailing a dropkick that sends her flying into the corner. A twisted look comes across his face as he measures up his opponent before charging forward, hitting a step-up knee to the still cornered Joel. Joel stumbles out of the corner and falls to her knees, Ryan grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her back first onto the mat for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKOUT!
Ryan pulls Joel back up to her feet, looking like he’s going to deliver a headbutt, but she is able to block it by driving her elbow into his temple. This creates enough space to allow Joel to capitalize and turn things around in her favor. After a series of kicks and punches, Joel delivers a dropkick to his knee that brings him down to it. Ryan tries to get back to a vertical base but instead is met with a roundhouse kick by Joel who then follows it up a shining wizard.
The fans start cheering for the blonde beauty as she pulls herself up to her feet. After taking a few moments to regain her composure (and breath) she pulls Ryan back to his feet and without hesitating hits him with Full Beat (double knee facebreaker).
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Joel Green!
America: NEXT!
She stands beneath the ancient arches of the great Colosseum of Rome, overlooking the Parco Skate al Colosseo with the ruins within the Parco del Colle Oppio visible just beyond it. To Ursula Von Rossbach, it represented a surprisingly balanced scene of lush and manicured greenery meeting ancient ruins and modern construction. Quite the juxtaposition and yet it all works so well together. One can easily hear the noise of the wrestling fans behind her, separated by thick stone walls that afforded her more privacy than the walkways or the improvised locker rooms being used by the wrestlers far below them all.
Ursula Von Rossbach: On this night, I stand before one of the new blood of 1WM, Vance Isaac Parker: a competitor who has proven himself as a dependable asset with an impeccable wit and sharp tongue. Indeed, I have watched this man sling barbs on social media with the accuracy of a championship dart thrower. I admire such intellect. A pity he wastes it on the likes of the Regulators.
Ursula flexes that segmented glove on her hand, her eyes trailing the length of the braced red and black glove she wears on her left arm.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I suppose I cannot blame Mr. Parker. The temptation to call out hypocrisy is quite strong for anyone who has even a hint of proper decency about them.
Giving the glove a modest tug for adjustment, she turns her attention back to the digital lens trained upon her, recording every syllable and gesture made.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Speaking upon hypocrisy, allow me a moment of indulgence as I clarify my stance of late for those watching and listening. I have since given up on the likes of our beloved “heroes” of One Wrestle Movement. Whether it is self-serving man-children such as Griffin Hawkins, hiding his ego and desire behind a mask of good intentions or the Regulators proving with every tweet they make how utterly pretentious and false they truly are, I am utterly disillusioned with the lot of them and those who put their faith in those idiotic morons to ever do what is truly right for this sport or anyone other than themselves.
She inclines her head forward, absolute contempt defining her expression. The disgust hanging in the air around her is palpable. This is clearly the face of a woman who is long beyond the capacity to care.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I have presented myself as many things, but I never deny my true nature. I am a destroyer of kings and queens, a soldier on the battlefield, purpose built to annihilate any and all who dare oppose my will. For a moment, however, I allowed myself the luxury of forgetting this, of feeling comfortable for a time with others. Unfortunately, I was reminded why I have kept a near non-existent social circle for most of my life and career.
There is a sharp inhalation of air through her nostrils, followed by a long and drawn expelling of that same air through pursed lips mere seconds later.
Ursula Von Rossbach: When you invest yourself in others, you take the risk of that investment not being matched or returned. The stock market of humanity is a poor investment as time and again, they will only disappoint you when you dare to have a care. It is better to be an emotionless machine, devoid of concern. A Machine never lies about its purpose and suffers not from liars and charlatans. Humans will always lie…
Her head tilts back as she now stares down the length of her nose upon the digital audience looking back at her through the screen in the main arena as well as the multiple conveyors of digital media across the world.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I wanted to believe that humanity was worth embracing, but that was my humanity telling a lie to the machine staring back at her in the mirror.
She places her hands behind her back.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Do you know what separates the Kali Kartel from the Regulators, Griffin Hawkins, and anyone else who stands beside them? Honesty. They are equally deplorable and it is with regret that I admit to having assisted both Hawkins and the Regulators in their endeavors without much thought. At least the Kartel have never denied what they are. If any of you so-called saviors of professional wrestling ever dare to utter the phrase that you are working in the best interests of this sport, I have but one thing to say.
The Lady Terminator gives the camera a scornful look with a twisted screw of her lips, scrunching her nose.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Hawkins, Adler, Cassidy… SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Stop lying to me and everyone else within earshot of your filthy, false tongues and fraudulent lips. You only serve your own interests and no one else. Own your selfish image, never again pretend you are doing anything for the betterment of anyone but yourselves, and I might learn to respect each of you again.
Her face relaxes, assuming the usually impassive, stone-like mask that is always so very hard to read. Ursula allows her head to tilt back forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Vance Isaac Parker, unlike our “heroes” I have the utmost respect for your integrity, ability, and intellect. Let us show these pretenders what real wrestlers look like with Strength and Honor, shall we?
A small smile creases her lips as she turns to her left and leaves the frame.
The in-ring return of Melissa Maye sees the match start with Olivia Blue charging forward towards Melissa, quickly locking in a side headlock on the returning star. Melisssa struggles to get free before firing off a few stiff punches to Olivia’s ribs, causing her to break the hold. Melissa goes to hit Olivia with a Yakuza kick, but the rookie blocks her attempt, instead hitting Melissa with a dragon screw legsweep. Olivia pops back up to her feet and dances around Melissa, who takes her time getting up, being met with an open hand slap from Olivia the moment she’s back up to her feet. Olivia whips Melissa off into the corner before charging forward for a running double knee strike, but Melissa gets out of the way just in time, sending Olivia crashing into the turnbuckle.
Taj: Fast paced action in this one so far!
Taj: It’s good to see Melissa back in action here at 1WM. Her first “run” was disappointing to say the least.
America: Well to be fair she did come in on the coattails of a tag team that pretty much did nothing but post pictures of themselves on social media.
Taj: Olivia looks highly focused after having a few disappointments of her own the past few months in 1WM.
America: Yeah she has. I expect more disappointments from her to because of that bubbly attitude she has. It makes me want to vomit!
Melissa goes for a pin, but Olivia kicks out before the referee has a chance to count, angering the returning Melissa. Melissa pulls Olivia up to her feet and the two have a bit of a back and forth before Melissa is able to fire off an elbow, following it up with a series of chops before finishing it off with a headbutt that drops Olivia directly to the mat. Without a second’s hesitation, Melissa quickly locks in Maye Day (cross-legged Boston crab)!
Taj: I think this may be it.
America: I think you’re right, Taj.
Olivia struggles to get free but cannot, ultimately choosing to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner… MELISSA MAYE!
Taj: Melissa with a very impressive win tonight at Legendary Twenty “Strength and Honor”.
America: If she would have lost to this rook Olivia I would be severely questioning her abilities going forward.
We get a shot of a piazza somewhere in Rome earlier in the day. People are sitting at little tables, enjoying their drinks and snacks while an accordion player walks around the piazza playing his instrument. The camera scans the scene until it fixes itself on Driller Jaworski, who is sitting at a table by himself with a large mug of beer, a bowl of peanuts, and a bowl of Bugles. He is in his element, delighting in the music, the refreshments, and the sunshine. He spots the camera.
Driller Jaworski: It’s been real nice here in Rome these past few days. Out of all the cities I’ve traveled to since joining 1WM, this by far has been the best. I’ve eaten the best food known to man, I’ve seen ancient relics, the weather is warm, and my family and I have been partying in the streets every night. The fun that I’ve had here has helped me get my mind off of Don Tirri, who’s about as enjoyable to see as an old Vance Isaac Parker acting reel.
His mood goes from jovial to annoyed as he looks away for a second to collect his thoughts.
Driller Jaworski: Look at me. I forgot all about Don and now that I’ve mentioned him again, my whole mood has soured.
He takes a sip of his beer.
Driller Jaworski: You know, Tirri, they say that pride comes before the fall. They say that pride is one of the seven deadly sins. I have to admit that you have triggered my pride with the things that you’ve said about me over the last few weeks. That’s why I’ve asked my brothers, Eric and Dexter, not to put their hands on you tonight unless you physically provoke them, because I want to prove that not only can I drop you on your head, but that I can beat you one on one.
You see, I don’t plan on falling due to my pride, Don. I don’t plan on dying due to my pride. I plan on kicking your ass and taking away that Glory Championship because it’s valuable to you and it’ll drive you absolutely crazy to see me holding it. That’s going to personally satisfy me.
Now, I know that you think you’re a better person than me because you’re not excessive in your violence. You talk about not crossing the line. First of all, there is no line. Whatever line that you’ve created, that’s your own personal standard, and I don’t live by your standards, pal. I know that you challenged me to look back at the history of your career and find a moment where you crossed “the line” and beat someone excessively. I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to lie and say that I know your career that well. I’m not going to sit here and say that I’m going to watch 25 years worth of footage, trying to pick out where you may have gone too far.
But let’s just say you’re being honest and you’ve never been “excessive,” that you’ve never gone after an opponent after the bell has ended the match. You know what I say to that? “So what?” Are you any better than me because you stop at the bell and I don’t? No. Let’s be honest with ourselves. What we do in the ring is barbaric. It’s savage. It’s brutal. We’re committing violence against each other. And why do we do it? Well, for me, it gets me off. But I also do it for the same reason that you and everyone else in this sport does it: it satisfies the bloodlust of the average Joe in the stands. These people that come and see professional wrestling want to see people get hurt. They want to see an injury. You think it matters to them if it happens in a match or after a match? No. At the end of the day, all they want to see is violence. Do you think it matters to them if you commit violence through a Chokeout or if I do it by cracking someone’s orbital bone and dropping them on a chair? No, it doesn’t.
So don’t act like what you do is any more honorable than what I do. Don’t act like you’re more of a “professional” than me, as if I don’t get paid to do this just like you. Let’s forget all the bullshit and all the talk about who’s savage or animalistic. Let’s talk about how we feel about each other. You hate me and I hate you, and tonight, we get to stand across the ring from each other. It’s too bad that it has to be in a ten-person tag because I don’t want to wait for someone to tag me in if you’re in that ring. I want to jump in there and rip you apart.
However, good things come to those who wait, so I’ll stand on that apron like a good little Driller and wait until one of my “partners” slaps my hand and lets me have a piece of you. And remember, I’m someone who likes to be excessive, so it won’t just be a piece I take out of you. I’m going to take PIECES out of you. I’m going to take CHUNKS out of you; but I won’t tear you apart completely. No, no. I will leave some of you left. I’ll leave just enough for me to play with inside the steel cage, whenever One Wrestle Movement deems it necessary for you and I to have that match.
And if you believe that you’ve had enough and don’t want to stand inside the ring with me anymore tonight, I invite you to tag in Ms. Drew, because lord knows I still hold a grudge against her for stealing the spotlight from me at Legendary 15. That’s right. She may be at day 100-something of her World Title reign, but I remember the night she won it and how everybody remembered that and not the greatest physical exhibition in the history of professional wrestling, The Five Minute Drill. If she and I are in the ring tonight, I’m going to show her why The Five Minute Drill was a more momentous event than her title victory and she’s going to say to me “Driller, I apologize. My World Title win paled in comparison to the destruction you caused inside the ring. Forgive me.” And you know how I’ll answer? By dropping on her head over and over again until I’m satisfied!
And if Tirri tags in Bianca Davis, then she’ll have to get dropped on her head, too, even though she has wonderful skin and I’d love to know the kind of moisturizer she uses. I’ll have to forgo my own vanity for this one night because for me, satisfying The Compulsion is a higher priority than skin care.
Of course, Tirri could tag in Eric or Dexter, and in that case, maybe I’ll just ignore the rules over who’s the legal man, drag Tirri back into the ring, and beat on him some more.
Whatever happens tonight in this powder keg of a tag match, I will be standing when it’s all said and done. And Tirri? Well, he’ll have to drag his ass back home to Helsinki and try to find the will to live long enough to step into the cold, unforgiving, and ruthless steel cage…
He finishes his beer and slams it on the table.
Driller:...WITH ME!
The accordion player suddenly appears next to Driller’s table.
Accordion Player: Mi scusi, signore, but would you mind keeping it down so other people can enjoy the performance?
Driller shoots up and flips over the table. The other spectators are stunned and gasp.
Driller Jaworski: Fuck your stupid-ass accordion!
He rips the accordion away from the man, slams it to the ground, and stomps on it, putting his boot through it before marching away. The accordion player looks stunned and yells to Driller as he walks away.
Accordion Player: Vaffanculo!
Streaming the 15th of Every Month
The Ginger Ninja is walking backstage amongst the production trailers and RVs outside of the ancient colosseum with a bit of a skip in her step, getting ready for her match when who does she find standing before her but none other than Ursula Von Rossbach. Both are in their gear and looking eager, ready to go. She looks up at her old rival and friend with a slightly arched brow.
Molly Hatchet: Ursula.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Ms. O’Hatherine.
Molly shoots her a grin.
Molly Hatchet: Call me Hatchet.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Fine. Ms. Hatchet.
Molly Hatchet: I saw what ye’ wer sayin’ earlier. Sooooo it’s fuck everyone or just a select few?
Ursula crosses her arms over her chest.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I tire of liars and hypocrites, Molly. Is there a reason you are stopping me with idle conversation or may I continue along.
Molly reaches up and pats Ursula’s arm. This earns her an arched brow from the otherwise indifferently expressed woman.
Molly Hatchet: I agree with you to a certain extent. Griffin’s a fuckwit sometimes, sure, but he means well and the Regulators are just frustrated. They’ll come ‘round. I’d say-
Suddenly Ursula brings a hand up and places it over Molly’s lips, interrupting her.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Shhhhh…. Do not be an apologist for them. I know you allow friendly feelings for others to cloud your judgement. It is why you find yourself betrayed by so-called friends so often. You are too trusting, old friend. Might I suggest you open your eyes and pay closer attention to what others are saying and doing.
The Lady Terminator removes her finger. Molly gives a small nod, tilting her head to the side while looking up at Ursula.
Molly Hatchet: Where do we stand? Are you still Clan?
Ursula Von Rossbach: That depends largely on the choices you make. You have not given me any reasons to stand against you, yet. For now, simply trust that you are not a potential target.
Ursula then starts to walk past Molly, who grabs her arm. She stops, looking down at the freckled redhead’s taped hand gripping her bicep, then looks her directly in her eyes.
Molly Hatchet: I know it’s in your heart and takin’ firm hold, but I ask that ya’ think of everythin’ ye’ve been through over these last few years and what ye’ve gained as opposed ta’ what ye’ might lose if you fully give in to the monster we both know is inside you. Lash looks up to ye’ like a mentor and Arley Kirk’s been a dear friend to ye.
Molly leans up on the tips of her toes, getting as close to Ursula’s face as possible.
Molly Hatchet: Donnae’ give up on them…
Ursula tilts her head slightly, then pulls her arm free from Molly’s grip.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are precious.
She continues on her path, The Ginger Ninja looking after her with concern in her eyes….
The bell sounds and the four competitors meet in the middle of the ring at a full run, Greta crashing into Victoria McKenzie while Harmony collides with Solomon Monster. Greta and Victoria start trading punches while Solomon and Harmony start to grapple, Solomon takes a standing switch into a waistlock that then drops down into a roll-up.
One...
Two...kick out.
Taj: Solomon displaying some technical wrestling.
America: You’re such a hater, Taj. Solomon has forgotten more wrestling moves than most of the roster knows!
Greta blasts Victoria and Victoria fires back. Greta returns fire, Victoria does as well. Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria! Harmony pops up and nails Greta in the back allowing Victoria to pull her down into an inside cradle.
One...
Two...kick out.
Harmony charges at the Kali Kartel members as they back up by the far ropes. Harmony comes on and Victoria and Solomon elevate her with a backdrop over the top rope! Harmony crashes to the floor, landing flat on her face and stomach! The referee steps in and demands one or the other off. Victoria rushes in and knocks Solomon over the top as well! Solomon tumbles down and lands next to Harmony. Victoria clocks Greta and Greta fires back. Victoria bounces off the ropes and jumps up into a Superman punch. Greta goes down hard and Victoria jumps on top for a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Totally Extra are taking it to Kali Kartel here tonight!
America: You expected something different?
Taj: I don’t know what I expected but...
America: So you haven’t been paying attention, I see. Typical!
Greta and Victoria get to their feet and start trading shots again. Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria! Greta looks for another one but Victoria ducks and Harmony grabs the ropes causing Greta to tumble to the floor! Solomon starts to climb back into the ring only for Harmony to grab his ankle. Solomon tries to kick Harmony off, Victoria grabbing her partner by her wrist to try and pull Solomon back into the ring while Harmony pulls to try and bring Solomon back to the floor. Greta starts to stand up and Solomon kicks again. Harmony falls loose but tries to grab Solomon’s foot again. Victoria pulls Solomon halfway in. Harmony starts to climb after him. Greta dives into the ring as the referee goes to count on the other wrestlers.
One...
Two…
Victoria pulls on Solomon, Harmony pulls the other way. Victoria tries to pull harder as the referee continues to count.
Three...
Four...
Five...
Harmony pulls and Victoria almost loses her grip on Solomon.
Six....
Seven...
Eight...
Victoria releases her grip. Solomon and Harmony fall back to the arena floor at ringside. Suddenly from the crowd, Three Card Monty dives into the ring, sees Greta and drops her with his Double Down (Judas Effect)!
Taj and America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
3CM rolls out of the ring and jumps the railing again. Victoria McKenzie staggers over, grabs Greta and hits Queen Victoria's Coronation (old school spike piledriver)!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Taj: What… the...
America: OH THIS IS SOME BULL---
Torres: The winners of this match...Harmony Sparkles and Victoria McKenzie….Totally Extra!
A pre-recorded segment begins playing, showing a virtual ghost town of a gym. Of note, there was a hundred meter straightaway on one end of the building one would use for sprint practice, and on the other side there was a bunch of cinder blocks setup on a table. Joining us now, is our star of the show, and adorned in a sleeveless muscle shirt with a giant Mountain Dew Zero logo emblazoned on the front, it’s…
Vance Issac Parker: Miss me? It’s your host with the most, everybody’s favorite young upstart to One Wrestle Movement, the most V-I-Popular kid on the block, that’s right, Vance Isaac Parker!
He pauses a moment for the sound of obviously canned applause to be played for his entry into what, clearly, is an empty gym. Along with the now infamous sponsorship t-shirt, Vance wore his double pinstripe track pants with purple and white running shoes.
Vance Issac Parker: Folks I come here today because later this evening, I have an extra special contest ahead of myself. Today marks the sixth Legendary I’ll have been a part of, that’s six months with a company that had a pool running that bet I’d quit after my first match. And in that time, I still haven’t actually had one pinfall of my own volition to-date. But I’m still here, I’m still grinding, and every day I try, learn, and put in one-hundred-ten percent of the effort into being the best One Dub entertainer I can possibly become. Part of that is by taking on all comers the office sets in front of me. And that’s what brings me here, today, right here in this gymnasium in my hometown of Boca Raton, Florida. Y’see, many would have written me off once they saw I drew the ‘unlucky straw’ to fight the Lady Terminator herself, Ursula Von Rossbach.
VIP walks over to the sprint area with the camera following behind.
Vance Issac Parker: Now, why is that? Ursula is a strong, fierce competitor, and a lot of that strength comes from her lightning ferocious speed with which she can deliver such powerful blows. Ah ha! But I have a plan. If I can just manage to outspeed her, then perhaps I can land the first shot that allows me to dictate the pace of the match. Which brings me to my first exhibit here. This is a one-hundred meter dash, and the purpose here is to demonstrate how quickly I can make this sprint, and hopefully to make it in under Ursula’s own time. Ready?
Vance approaches the starting line and gets into a lunge position as he awaits the sound of an airhorn to finally start him off. Step after step he finally, after making a live leap actually throwing himself over the finish line, lands chest first on a crash pad at the end of the run, panting heavily and rapidly as the cameraman approaches with the stopwatch.
Vance Issac Parker: What...was my….time?
To which he replied “eighteen point six seconds.”
Vance Issac Parker: That’s...all? Ohmygosh that’s…………………...well I have a lot of work to do. But no matter, there’s still days before this humongous match!
The camera fades, and when it returns Vance is shown in the same clothes as earlier, this time with a certain darkened silhouette around his chest and under arms that would be representative of perspiration, and with a white towel around his neck and a half full water bottle in his hand. This time however, he is on the other side of the abandoned gymnasium.
Vance Issac Parker: Oh. Hello there again. As you saw earlier, I am working on my speed for this initial confrontation with Ursula Von Rossbach, and while I still have a lot of work to do, I’ve come over here to take a break and work on a different part of my regimen; strength. It’s well known that Ursula is an intimidatingly strong competitor, with urban legends suggesting she once caused an auto collision with her one fist and a car...and she walked away without a scratch! Now, looking at me, it’s obvious that I do not have the muscle mass that Ursula does...but that’s why we train!
Vance gestures to the side revealing a pair of cinder blocks set up on a very sturdy table spaced equidistant from each other. Laid across the top of them was a simple sheet of plywood just large enough to bridge the gap between the blocks.
Vance Issac Parker: Now, I’m sure Ursula could place a stone in this place and just willfully break it with her mind, and I’m really happy for her and I’ma let her finish, but today is about my journey to learning how to match strength with the Lady Terminator herself.
Vance turns to the plywood and clears his mind with a long breath of relief. He presses his hands together and, with a fluid motion, brings his right hand across the board with an overhand chop, breaking the piece in two! Right on cue, a round of [canned] cheers is inserted into the background as if he had a whole audience watching his training.
Vance Issac Parker: Now, that was just the practice shot. Bring on the real demonstration!
Vance’ cameraman steps forward and places a rough hewn rock across the two cinder blocks, then steps back. The rock itself looked to be some sort of rose quartz - certainly a bit “soft” by comparison to other rocks found in nature, but much much more sturdy than the plywood he had just broken earlier.
Vance Issac Parker: Folks, you’re all going to witness me make history. With just my hand, I am going to mirror Ursula Von Rossbach and break this rock in half! Then Ursula will view me as her physical equal, someone capable of going move-for-move with someone as strong as herself, right? Ready, everyone?
Vance turns to the stone and takes a deep breath. He then takes a longer look at the stone and takes an even longer breath. He presses his hands together and, with a fluid motion, brings his right hand across the rock with an overhand chop...and the camera fades out! When it fades back in, we see the rock is sitting on the table, very cleanly split in two, with VIP standing over it with both hands in the air like he just won the lottery!
Vance Issac Parker: Yay, I did it! And in this moment, I’d like to thank my Mom, I’d like to thank my Pops, and I’d like to thank my --
Suddenly the camera shifts to catch a glimmer of an open package that says “ACME Rock Cutter” across the side of it, before doing a quick jump cut back to VIP.
Vance Issac Parker: There you have it, folks. We all know how strong Ursula is, and after my incredible feat of strength, we can only speculate on what I can do now! What’s gonna happen when the Lady Terminator Ursula Von Rossbach goes toe-to-toe with Mr VIPopular himself, Vance Isaac Parker? Well, that’s my secret I’ll never tell. You’ll have to watch Legendary Twenty live from the Coliseum in Rome, to find out! It’s Titan versus Titan, the Immovable Object versus The Irresistible Force, it’s Ursula versus Vance, and most importantly it’s LIVE only at Legendary Twenty! Buy it now!
The three stand equidistant away from each other in the center of the ring, waiting to see who was going to be the first person to “jump”. Molly would be that person and after one heck of an eye roll she fires off a hard slap to Tiffany Paige and then Matthew Knox. Tiffany then hits her with a bitch slap before firing off a superkick to Matthew whole rolls under the bottom rope, dropping to the arena floor. She then turns her attention back to Molly and the two start going at it like two Karens fighting over a TV on Black Friday, trading blows back and forth as they fight from one end of the ring to the other. Eventually, Tiffany is able to get the upper hand, quickly hitting Molly with side suplex after countering Molly’s attempt at a back elbow smash. Molly sputters on the mat, allowing Tiffany to hit a cartwheel into a backflip knee drop that lands directly in Molly’s abdomen.
One…
Two…
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: These three are really bringing it tonight!
America: Meh...
Visibly frustrated, Tiffany starts climbing the turnbuckle, perching herself at the top and checking on the still fallen Molly. She launches herself off the top… only to be met with Molly’s knees being driven into her ribs as she comes falling down. Molly quickly scrambles for the cover, but before the referee can start counting, she’s pulled off Tiffany by Matthew who’s gotten himself back into the ring. Matthew pulls Molly up to her feet, but she’s ready, firing off a back elbow smash that lands flush against his temple. Molly quickly follows this up with a springboard arm drag that sends Matthew across the ring. He slowly gets up to his feet and Molly charges forward, looking for a jumping knee to chin shot, but Matthew ducks out of the way and fires off a roundhouse kick that seems to knock Molly out!
Taj: OH WOW!
America: Damn that kick echoed!
Tiffany comes staggering back into the match and Matthew meets her with a roundhouse kick as well, ringing her bell! Tiffany tries to mount a comeback by hitting Matthew with a series of forearm smashes. But eventually Matthew charges for a running knee lift. He then hoists her onto his shoulders and hits her with Into the Void (GTS into roundhouse kick). He goes to cover Tiffany but is caught off guard by Molly who hits him with Ginger Ninja Death Drop (satellite DDT). She then pulls Tiffany up to her feet and hits her with a Northern Lights suplex pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: Here is your winner… MOLLY HATCHET!
Taj: Molly pulls off the miracle win tonight!
America: A much needed win if you asked me.
The fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the beginning of the match. They show their support for both wrestlers as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
VIP and Ursula both approach one another near the center of the ring. They circle around each other and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up in the center of the ring and begin to struggle for the advantage. Ursula is able to take control, shoving VIP back against the ropes. She hits him in the chest with a hard chop, and then a second, before shooting VIP across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
When VIP returns on the rebound, Ursula lifts him into the air and slams him to the mat with a military press! Before VIP can make it back up to his feet, Ursula almost immediately tries to lock him into The Great Lock (steep angled wrenching full nelson camel clutch)! VIP’s eyes go wide as he desperately looks around the ring before realizing he’s in position to grab the ropes.
Taj: It’s not often that Ursula goes for that as early as she did!
America: It was actually a smart, veteran move...see if you can get in the kid’s head and throw him off his game! I like it!
UVR smirks ever so slightly before pulling herself back up to her feet. VIP does the same and the two begin to circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear once again. This time, however, VIP is much more aggressive when it comes to making his own opening. He steps forward and catches UVR in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third! UVR stumbles back from the impact. VIP quickly steps forward and tries to hit UVR with an enziguri. UVR ducks underneath the attempt. VIP creates space between the two of them as UVR steps to close the gap---only to have VIP leap into the air and hit her with a dropkick! VIP smiles as UVR pulls herself back up to her feet. VIP immediately closes the gap once again, hitting UVR with an European uppercut! He then slams her down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep and hooks the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...UVR kicks out!
Taj: If Vance can keep this up…
America: It’ll just prove he only sucks at commentating!
The fans show their support for both wrestlers in the ring. UVR again tries to drag herself back up to her feet. VIP grabs hold of UVR and locks her into a side headlock to try and wear her down. UVR fights her way out of VIP’s grasp with a few elbow shots. She shoves VIP away. VIP staggers as UVR charges at him from behind and lifts VIP into the air. She tries to slam him to the mat with a belly to back suplex! VIP flips out of UVR’s grasp and lands on his feet behind her. Smirking, he steps forward and kicks UVR in the face with a superkick! VIP drops down and hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
UVR starts to drag herself back up to her feet as VIP runs at her and hits her with a knee trembler! Before UVR can regain her balance, VIP grabs her and goes for a backslide.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow!
America: Would you believe that Ursula is apparently struggling right now? Because I wouldn’t if I wasn’t watching it!
UVR steps back to the ropes and uses them to bring herself back up to her feet. VIP refuses to give UVR so much as an inch to work with---running forward and trying to keep the momentum alive. Unfortunately for him, UVR gets a foot in the air and boots VIP in the jaw! VIP staggers back a few steps but quickly recovers and charges at UVR once again. This time, UVR is ready for him---lifting VIP into the air and slamming him down to the mat with a gorilla press slam! The fans give a mixed reaction for UVR as she hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Are some of these fans booing Ursula?
VIP tries to bring himself back up to his feet, but can’t before UVR bounces off of the ropes and lands on VIP with a running legdrop! She bounces off of the ropes again and hits VIP with a second for good measure, hooking the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Watching these two wrestle is so much fun!
America: If it keeps Vance from tweeting or running his mouth then I’m all for it!
UVR shakes her head as she reaches down and grabs hold of VIP. She tries to hoist VIP into the air so that she can slam him down to the mat with a brainbuster, but VIP blocks the attempt by hitting UVR with a knee strike! He quickly delivers a series of chops to UVR to create space between the two of them.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
UVR fights through the pain of the strikes and grabs hold of VIP, shooting him across the ring. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet VIP on the rebound, only to have VIP catch her by surprise with a handspring enziguri! The fans show their appreciation for the show of athleticism before VIP hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Ohmigosh I thought was a three!
America: Could you imagine how much more insufferable VIP would be if he would have won just now?!
VIP briefly enjoys the response that he’s receiving from the fans. He waits for UVR to start dragging herself back up to her feet before running at the ropes. He springboards off of them and hits UVR with a crossbody block! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Ursula kicks out!
VIP smirks as he grabs hold of Ursula and tries to drag her back up to her feet. He bounces off of the ropes and tries to line Ursula up for a slingblade---only to have Ursula cut off his attempts with The Great Slap (a downward one handed slap to the face that drives ANY opponent straight to the floor)!
America: Is he dead?! I hope he’s dead!
The fans are on their feet jeering as UVR grabs hold of VIP and drags him up to his feet. Seconds later, she plants him on the mat with a devastating The Von Terminator (Ursula spins her opponent around, locks on a double chicken wing, lifts them up in the air, then squats down, leaps with a surprising amount of height for her bulk, and drives her opponent chest and face first to the canvas in brutal fashion)!
America: If he wasn’t dead before he’s dead now for sure!
UVR hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREEE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match... Ursula Von Rossbach!!!
Taj: It was a good effort from Vance and he has to be proud about the way that he wrestled.
America: Still, in the end...Vance sucks in everything he does for 1WM!
The scene cuts backstage to Victoria Salinas who is in an extremely positive mood. Obviously, the wins that she has been picking up lately have certainly boosted her confidence. But, as she takes in the environment that she finds herself in, she’s certainly feeling happy and to some degree, nostalgic. Still, she knows that she has to be all business as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: Before I talk about the match at hand and recent events, I just wanted to say that it feels AMAZING to FINALLY wrestle in Rome again. It’s been how long? More than a decade. I know Coda pointed out that I talk about the past and I do. I blog about it. I don’t see it as a bad thing because I feel like I am merely sharing my experiences with the audience since I have so MANY of them to talk about. The first time I ever wrestled on a Pay-Per-View was right here in Rome which I won, but damn, at that time, nobody knew who I was. There were not many high expectations of me. It’s extremely similar to my journey here in 1WM so far. I came in and there were not THAT many people that knew who I was. Sure, Griffin Hawkins played me up as a huge deal and I appreciate that he did that. But before I got here, who even recognized me honestly? Griffin did. Coda did. Molly probably did. There were likely a few others but I’m not going to start naming a whole list. Like back then when I first wrestled in Rome, I have been truly making my mark ever since coming to 1WM.
I mean, look at the matches that I just fought: Ursula and Molly.
Those two women are two of the toughest bitches on the roster. As you remember, so few gave me a chance to win ONE of those two matches let alone win both of them and yet that’s precisely what I did. I admit that going into that week, I was quite shaky, confidence wise. There was that little piece of me that JUST wasn’t sure if I had it in me to even beat Ursula, who took so much out of me and then after that, I wasn’t sure if I had enough left in me to beat Molly. Now here I stand, going into this match with Coda with a BUNCH of momentum. It’s crazy. I really feel that I am starting to hit my stride here and I know that big things are ahead for me. Coda though… I know she’s going to be tough…
She’s been a decorated veteran everywhere she’s been and she has had a tendency to make the most out of some unfavorable situation. As someone that was actually on the same roster as her prior to 1WM… on the same FACTION no less… I know how tough she is. I know that when it comes time to take care of business that’s what she does. I know that she, Molly and Ursula are all tight. She may even be the toughest of the three. I definitely wouldn’t call myself the favorite going into this thing, but you all know that when the chips are down, and when the spotlight is the brightest and the stage is the biggest, that I shine the greatest. I respect Coda a hell of a lot and I know we have that slight history, but I am here for one reason and one reason only and that is to win. This is a momentum that I know in my heart, I can continue to maintain as I climb the ladder here. Coda, you may be my toughest match to date here, but that doesn’t mean that I have to be intimidated by you.
I’m not.
And trust me when I say that I’m not living in the past or settling for a nostalgia trip here either. What I am focused on is the NOW and what I have to do TONIGHT to continue to show that I belong on this roster and that I can hang with the best of the best. What I am focusing on NOW is continuing to build the amazing future that I know I have in this company and I know that if I am going to be a champion here, it’s going to be wrestlers of YOUR caliber that I am going to have to overcome on a frequent basis.
So bring on the test! I’m refreshed and ready to go after that gauntlet with Ursula and Molly. Tonight? You’re going to realize how TRULY UNBREAKABLE my iron spirit is!
Victoria maintains her confidence and determination. The fire in her eyes is clearly visible as she leaves the scene and the scene fades to black.
The referee signals for the bell. Victoria and Coda circle each other. Coda moves in a bit, trying to lock up, but backs away as Victoria throws a few quick kicks. Coda moves back in which allows Victoria to unload with a series of martial arts strikes. She connects with a hard kick, knocking Coda back.
Taj: These two know each other well; being members in a group together years ago in a different company.
America: You’re really expecting me to care about these two vanilla wafers, Taj?! Coda continues to stand in the shadow of her equally boring partner while Victoria is more huge up on transgressions from her past in other companies.
Victoria keeps on the attack, but Coda catches her with a kick to the midsection and follows with a snap DDT. The Pint Sized Keiju goes for a quick cover, but Victoria just as quickly kicks out.
Taj: Coda going for the early pin attempt.
America: Smart veteran move honestly.
Getting to her feet, Coda moves into position and connects with a palm strike. Victoria rolls out of the ring onto the floor and tries to pick herself up. Coda follows her out and connects with a knee to the midsection, going for a double arm underhook suplex, pulling Victoria near the announce table.
Taj: This could be bad.
America: I'm surprised at how aggressive Coda is being right now.
Victoria manages to block the attempt and connects with a high kick. She launches a series of kicks to Coda, connecting to a roundhouse, taking Coda down. Victoria catches her with a flying headscissors takedown and then rolls back into the ring to break the count. Sliding back out, Victoria is caught by Coda with a legsweep! Coda tosses Victoria back into the ring before sliding in herself. She lifts Victoria up in order to drop her with a vertical suplex. Coda covers.
One…
Two...kick out!
Trying to keep the momentum going on her side, Coda grabs Victoria but Victoria is able to flip herself, landing on her feet, and connecting with a series of kicks and a spinning heel kick. Victoria tries to shoot Coda into the ropes, but she reverses. Victoria manages to duck a strike attempt and connects with a tornado DDT. She then shoots the ropes to follow with a Phoenixsault. Victoria hooks the leg for a pin.
One…
Two...kick out!
Taj: Victoria almost had it that time, but Coda is not so easy to keep down.
America: You know I heard some rumors that Coda was being primed for a World Heavyweight Championship run a couple months ago but her unwillingness to work another program derailed it.
Taj: You really shouldn’t listen to watercooler gossip, America.
Wasting no time, Victoria shoots Coda into the corner and connects with a running knee to the face. She starts to throw a few kicks to Coda’s chest, then one to her head, knocking her down. Quickly turning, Victoria goes for a standing moonsault, but Coda gets her knees up and blocks the attempt!
Trying to regain the momentum, Coda gets to her feet and goes for a running senton, but Victoria is able to roll out of the way. Coda ducks the roundhouse kick and shoots Victoria into the ropes. She bounces off and connects with a springboard dropkick. Victoria covers.
One…
Two...kick out!
Taj: And now Victoria refuses to stay down!
Coda tries not to look surprised as she gets to her feet and moves into position. Victoria is able to move out of the way and shoots the ropes, connecting with a flying crossbody. Once back to her feet, she tries for a standing roundhouse kick, but Coda has it well scouted, causing Victoria to miss. Victoria catches her with a hurricanrana instead and hooks the legs to cover.
One…
Two…
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Victoria caught Coda by surprise and almost got her!
America: She's good. I admit. Still hung up on the past though.
The Symphony of Destruction member gets to her feet. Victoria connects with Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)! She hooks both legs on the cover.
Taj: This could be it!
One...
Two...
Three!
Victoria quickly rolls out of the ring and leans against the barricade as the referee slides out to raise her hand.
Torres: Here is your winner...Victoria Salinas!
Taj: Victoria has beaten Coda and continues her undefeated streak in 1WM!
America: What the hell just happened?!
The fans cheer as Victoria is announced as the winner. She starts to head up the ramp, looking back into the ring where Coda is looking at her.
Episode Two Coming Soon
Scene cuts backstage to the trailer shared by Damon and Aurora Graves, where the Fallen Angels can be seen in their ring gear, conversing before their match. Aurora is holding a bottle of water in her hand, taking the occasional sip. She shoots a quick glance at her phone just long enough to make a note of the time before tossing it into her gear bag as she looks at her husband.
Aurora Graves: How much time do we have before the match?
Damon hooks his thumbs onto the front pockets of his pants, furrowing his brow as he ponders the question.
Damon Graves: Enough time for a bit of a strategy session…
Aurora smiles.
Aurora Graves: You read my mind.
Damon gives his wife a quick wink as he leans against the wall.
Damon Graves: (chuckling) Great minds and all that, Harley.
Aurora’s smile fades as she stuffs one hand into her jacket pocket, mildly rolling her eyes as she shrugs.
Aurora Graves: So, may as well start off with our “teammates”, babe…
Damon’s eyes narrow as a bit of a sneer forms on his face.
Damon Graves: Gonna go for the most obvious first…
Aurora Graves: Jaworski?
There’s a hint of a growl in her voice, even as she seems to recoil in disgust at the mere mention of his name.
Damon Graves: Yup. Big, strong, sadistic…. And dumb as a fucking rock.
Aurora nods her head at her husband’s accurate description of the largest member of their team. She shrugs her shoulders, shaking her head at the prospect of him standing across the ring from his own so-called “brothers.”
Aurora Graves: He’s a member of the Kartel; that alone proves your point. DEFINITELY not trustworthy…
He nods his head in agreement.
Damon Graves: Next on the list, Rei Park. Solid in the ring…
Aurora pulls her hand from her pocket, running it through her long blonde hair as she lets her head fall backward, sighing as she talks.
Aurora Graves: ...but best friends with Jenn Drew. Not sure what’ll happen if they have to face off in the ring, so that throws another variable into the mix.
Another nod from Damon as Aurora turns her azure gaze back toward her husband.
Damon Graves: Lastly, we’ve got Jacob Striker. We’re lucky that Ian was able to fill me in on this guy...
Aurora tilts her head to the side in curiosity as she puts a hand on her hip.
Aurora Graves: What info were you able to get from your cousin?
Damon Graves: Probably the best technician out of everyone in the match, but he has a tendency to look out for himself…
Aurora smirks as they both make their way toward the door.
Aurora Graves: Don’t we all?
Damon Graves: Point taken. What it all boils down to is that the only ones we can truly trust are ourselves…
Damon opens the door leading out into the hallway, gesturing for his wife to go through first. With a smile, Aurora steps out into the hallway, booping Damon on the nose before he follows her out.
Aurora Graves: As usual. We got enough time to go over the people on the other side of this clusterfuck?
Damon Graves: Yes. Who did you wanna start with?
Aurora Graves: May as well start with the obvious…
Damon scoffs as he starts rubbing his hands together.
Damon Graves: You mean the twatwaffles that are keeping the Tag Team belts warm for us?
Aurora offers another smirk as she nods her head.
Aurora Graves: That’d be them. We know that in a straight up match, we can beat them…
Damon shakes his head.
Damon Graves: Unfortunately, you were right on the money when you called this match a clusterfuck. We already know that the Calloways don’t wanna face off against Jaworski. They’re gonna probably be like vultures in this match, picking their opportunities to lay in a few shots, but not do much of the real work.
Aurora Graves: What about Bianca Davis?
Damon points a finger upward, as if uttering a non-verbal “actually” before draping his arm around his wife’s shoulders. He pulls her closer to him, if for nothing else than to make sure the words exchanged between them remain between them.
Damon Graves: She’s another one that I was able to get a little more information on from Ian.
Aurora gives Damon a bit of side-eye, knowing that such information didn’t come cheap, even if it did come from family.
Aurora Graves: What do we owe him for this intel?
Damon clicks his tongue and chuckles a little.
Damon Graves: Already sent him a couple of bottles of his favorite bourbon. According to Ian, via his wife, Davis is more personality than talent…
Aurora Graves: And from what I’ve witnessed, she has the personality of a Barbie doll…
Aurora takes a final sip from the water bottle in her hand.
Damon Graves: ...and probably the same chemical composition.
Damon’s words immediately trigger a fountain of water spewing forth from Aurora’s mouth, followed by a sputtering combination of a laugh and a cough. Thankfully, they pass a bathroom, where Aurora stops and slips inside.
Aurora Graves: I just need a minute to dry off.
The door closes behind her, and Damon leans against the wall to wait for her. Not even a minute later, the door swings back open, and Aurora emerges, with only a few barely noticeable streaks of water on her jacket. Aurora frowns at her husband.
Aurora Graves: Damn it, Damon, you almost made me lose my train of thought.
Damon offers an apologetic smile as they resume their walk down the hallway.
Damon Graves: Next, we’ve got Don Tirri…
Aurora nods her head.
Aurora Graves: Out of the whole bunch of them, probably the only one that’s taking the match seriously.
Damon Graves: Yeah, at least we know he’s actually gonna participate, unlike Drew, who we know is gonna put in the least amount of effort possible. If she tries to get herself counted out, I will personally throw her entitled ass back into that ring. So, now that we’ve gone over everyone, do you think we need to alter our game plan at all?
Aurora Graves: Not in the slightest. We stick to the usual plan…
Damon Graves: Face everything head-on. We do our part, even if we know that some of the others won’t do theirs….
Aurora Graves: Works for me.
The pair pass close by Catering.
Damon Graves: Want to grab another water?
An evil grin spreads across Aurora’s face.
Aurora Graves: Sure, if you want me to dump it on your head….
Both of them get a laugh out of her response as they continue to make their way backstage. Scene cuts back to ringside.
Suddenly "AFFLUENZA" by 3TEETH plays as Bodhi Bose, dressed in a stylish referee shirt makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD?! I THOUGHT BODHI WAS REFEREEING THE MAIN EVENT?!
America: Oh this match just got a whole lot better and a whole lot worse for Griffin!
Bodhi and a shocked Griffin exchange glares before Bodhi and Jack pound fist in solidarity. Bodhi then makes his way over to Griffin and forcibly searches him for foreign objects.
Taj: The audacity of Bodhi took search Griffin!
America: What?! He’s being a fair and balanced referee. Strength and honor and all that jazz.
Taj: Yeah right.
Satisfied with his search, Bodhi calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
The two competitors lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Griffin goes to pull Riggs in for a Muay Thai clinch and goes for a knee. Riggs slithers out of the grip and ducks away as the knee misses his head by mere millimeters. Griffin goes for a kick with his other leg but Riggs blocks it and spins away. Griffin goes for a spinning heel kick. Riggs ducks out of the way and Griffin follows with a spinning backfist. Riggs tries but cannot escape the impact and eats the backfist. Riggs falls to one knee and Griffin goes for a rolling cradle. In the corner Bodhi is seemingly flirting with a young woman in the first row of the audience.
Taj: What is Bodhi doing? Pay attention to the match, sir!
America: I believe that’s called good talent/fan relations, Taj. You should try it sometimes.
Finally realizing the pin attempt, Bodhi slowly walks over to make the count.
One...kick out.
Taj: This is crazy!
America: What?!
Both men get to their feet and Bodhi steps between them, slowing down the action by asking Riggs “if he’s okay to continue?” Riggs nods “yes” before he sneakily catches Griffin with an axehandle blow from behind Bodhi. Riggs drops for the cover and Bodhi is instantly on the count.
One…
Two...
Griffin REVERSES THE COVER!!!
One……..
Two…….Riggs kick out.
Taj: Bodhi with the quick count for Jack but the extremely slow count for Griffin.
America: What are you talking about, Taj?! Are you trying to say Bodhi isn’t calling this one fair?
Taj: YES!
Both men get to their feet. Griffin goes for a spinning heel kick. Riggs avoids it and Griffin jumps into a second attempt. Riggs moves even as Griffin continues to spin into more kicks. Finally, Riggs slides out to the floor and Griffin stops, the crowd cheering him on wildly.
Taj: My goodness, what a display from Griffin Hawkins!
America: And what did it get him?
Taj: Recognition from the crowd!
America: Call me when that’ll pay the bills, Taj!
Griffin starts to jump out to the floor and Riggs dives back in to avoid it. Griffin manages to land on his feet and turns, to dive back in after him. Riggs hits a baseball slide that sends Griffin flying into the barricade! Riggs gets to his feet and practically struts as the crowd boos at his arrogance. Griffin staggers up and dives into the ring. Riggs catches him coming in for an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!
One…….
Two………..
REVERSAL!!!
One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!
One……...
Two………..
REVERSAL!!!
One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!
One…….
Two……..
T...Riggs KICKS OUT!!!
America: WHAT A SERIES OF REVERSALS!
Taj: Of course when Bodhi is giving an extremely long count whenever Jack is being pinned!
Both men get to their feet with the crowd still cheering on in awe at the display. Hawkins runs Riggs to the ropes and connects with a clothesline and a running bulldog! He goes for the pin as Bodhi makes a nonchalant move to make the count..
One…...…
Two………….....
TH....KICK OUT!
Taj: Another long count by Bodhi!
America: Seems like a standard count to me.
Hawkins realizes he has to throw everything at Riggs in spite of the biased refereeing by Bodhi. Hakwins scoops Riggs up and throws him into the corner. He picks him up and places him on the top rope, but before he can climb Riggs gets a thumb to the eye! Griffin staggers back a little giving Riggs the chance to hit a tornado DDT! After Riggs gets up, he signals that this is the end. He grabs a prone Hawkins and goes for Big Trouble, but Hawkins manages to wiggle out of it and hits a backstabber! Griff goes to pin him, only to see Bodhi rolling Riggs out of the ring!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?! THIS BIASED BEHAVIOR HAS GONE TOO FAR!
America: Being a good referee, Bodhi is only ensuring that Jack can continue in the match. This is completely within the referee handbook, Taj.
Griffin hits the mat in frustration before getting up and into Bodhi’s face to argue. Riggs is getting up outside the ring. He shoves the timekeeper out of his seat, grabs the chair, and slides into the ring. Bodhi notices and raises his hands as if there is nothing he can do. Riggs holds the chair over his head, ready to bash Hawkins with it, but at the last second, Hawkins raises his arm and hits Riggs right between the legs! Bodhi sees the low blow and immediately calls for the bell, disqualifying Hawkins! Riggs goes down in a heap, holding his nether regions.
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification….Jack Riggs!
America: What kind of grown man hits another grown man in the nether regions?! Griffin is a coward and lowlife punk that should be forever banned from this sport!
Taj: You can’t be serious right now, America?
America: The hell I am!
Hawkins then sees the chair, a wild look is in his eyes as he grabs it. Riggs gets up as Hawkins SMASHES the chair right over his head! The crowd is loving it! Hawkins is glaring down at a fallen Riggs as Bodhi tries to pull the dented chair away from him. Hawkins rears back and SMASHES Bodhi!
Crowd: Oh cazzo! Oh cazzo! Oh cazzo!
Riggs and Bodhi look to be busted open. Riggs tries to get to his feet, but Hawkins hits him with the chair once again, sending him back down to the mat! He goes to do more damage, but sees The Headhunters and Driller Jaworski sprint down to the ring! Hawkins quickly slides out of the ring with the chair by the time they get in the ring. Eric swipes at him, shouting curse words at him as he gets out of their reach.
America: Thank goodness the rest of Kali Kartel showed up! And just like the chicken he is, Griffin hightails it out of here!
Dexter and Eric are checking on their fallen Kali Kartel comrade. From up the ramp, Hawkins shouts "You're next, asshole!" at Driller, who glares at Hawkins with an enraged look on his face as the show fades to a commercial.
Mickey Greer is backstage with Hawkins who is still pacing.
Mickey Greer: Griffin...tonight we saw...
He immediately cuts him off.
Griffin Hawkins: Am I funny to you Mickey? Am I funny like a clown? Are you laughing at me?!
He quickly shakes his head.
Mickey Greer: No..no of course not.
He calms down.
Griffin Hawkins: Good...you shouldn't be laughing. See, I can be funny...and I can be dangerous, and there wasn't a goddamn thing funny about what happened tonight. I am sick and fucking tired of the Kartel. They think I'm a joke..a stepping stone. But I'm not so funny tonight now am I? Was I Jack Riggs' stepping stone tonight? Ask him that when he wakes up. For the last few months, the Kartel has been running roughshod. Solomon's lackeys have done whatever they wanted, injured whoever they wanted, bullied whoever they wanted. But you know who I blame for this?
Mickey Greer: ...who?
Griffin Hawkins: ...I blame myself.
Mickey looks confused.
Griffin Hawkins: You look like you don't get what I'm saying..well let me explain it to you. Months ago the Kartel just consisted of a broken down bitter never was shell of a man who's out of touch with the wrestling world today..and two hanger ons who probably need permission from him to go to the bathroom. I focused on the World Title..thinking the three stooges will just dry up and go away. But before we knew it, they got bigger and bigger. This is no longer a faction..it's nothing more than a disease. I should have nipped this in the bud when I had a chance. Tonight I decided to take a stand. Ursula Von Rossbach told me today that if I wanna stay here, I gotta prove it to myself...and I think tonight was the start of that. The Kartel can do whatever the hell they want to me. They can put me through tables, they can jump me from behind, they can do whatever they want to me and flex about it on social media so they can feel like the bad asses they THINK are..but I will still be here, and I will still be in their face. There is nobody in that group that can retire me. This won't end until I am the last man standing. This isn't the Kartel show..this is 1..W...M!
The crowd can be heard cheering.
Griffin Hawkins: Make no mistake about it Mickey, one day, I will be 1WM World Heavyweight Champion whether the Samsons or any of the spineless pencil pushers in management like it or not. But right now my only focus is the Kartel. They need to be taken out once and for all. For that to happen, the people of 1WM needs to take this company back. That is why I am asking 4 warriors to stand by me in this battle. It doesn't matter if you like me..or hate me..but all I ask is you stand beside me and fight. If you want to see to it you have a future here in this company, then you need to do something about it. Don't let Solomon and his army of sycophants determine your future. I will say this though..whether I'm fighting alone..or with others..
He pulls the dented blood stained steel chair into the shot.
Griffin Hawkins: ....the hunt is on.
He walks away as we head back to the ring.
“Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender plays through the arena’s PA system as Justice Cross makes her way to the ring accompanied by her new manager, Brianna Matthews.
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he is saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage on each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he walks down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground, takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Cain yells again as he shows his crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Taj: This is an interesting clash of styles with the Justice being so much smaller than Cain!
America: Cain is a might bit meaner too!
Taj: There is that as well.
America: Damn right!
“Dark Horse” by Our Last Night tears it’s way through the sound system as everyone turns their attention to the entrance stage. Astrid Samson comes onto the stage with a smile on her face and a swing in her hips. Reaching the top of the ramp, she puts her hand on her hip and gently licks her lips, flicking a section of her long blonde and pink hair behind her shoulder before she continues walking down towards the ring.
America: YES! This just got even more interesting.
Taj: Oh what the hell! Why is she coming out here?
America: Will you just shut it, Baby Butters? Astrid is probably just here to do commentary.
Taj: Yeah… like just that’s going to happen.
Upon reaching the ring, she exchanges some inaudible words with Justice and Brianna who don’t look too happy with Astrid’s presence… though her husband, Joshua Samson, Esquire, smirks a tad. Eventually, Astrid makes it to the commentator’s table where she takes a seat next to America and promptly puts on a headset as she winks at her husband before blowing him a kiss.
Astrid Samson: Taj… America… nice to see you ladies.
America: It’s so great to have someone of your caliber out here, Mrs. Samson.
Taj: Just keep your nose out of the business going on in the ring.
Astrid Samson: I make no promises to you… only Josh. Just be thankful I didn’t call you Double B.
America: I already did for you.
DING DING DING!!!
Justice tries to move in on Cain. Cain cracks her in the mouth with an uppercut. Justice staggers back and Cain swings for another shot. Justice catches Cain for an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Cain sits up in shock as Justice pops up in triumph. Both Samson and Brianna are in equal shock.
Astrid Samson: What… the actual… fuck!?
Taj: Justice Cross with a shock flash pin!!!
America: That referee is incompetent! There’s no way that was three!
Taj: It was.
America: There’s no way!
Astrid Samson: I’m going to file a formal complaint to have that imbecile’s contract terminated and ref license pulled.
Cain gets up and blasts a celebrating Justice in the back with a clubbing clothesline! Justice falls to all fours and Cain hooks her up from behind in a full nelson. Cain hoists her up, allowing her feet to dangle in midair as he starts to ragdoll Justice around. Justice tries to get loose but Cain turns and launches her over with a brutal dragon suplex! Justice hits hard and rolls over onto her face. Cain gets up, angrily pulls her up, and drops her down with The Torture Chamber (double arm DDT into a guillotine choke)!
Taj: My goodness!!
America: Cain put a special stink on that Torture Chamber!
Astrid Samson: That’s what I’m talking about!
Taj: Get him off her!
America: Good luck with that one!
Astrid Samson: Oh not this shit!
Brianna goes to slide into the ring to help her friend/client but Astrid quickly puts a stop to that, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her. The two instantly start brawling on the outside, trading blows back and forth until Astrid is able to drive a knee up into the lower ribs of Brianna before following it up with a bicycle superkick. Brianna tries to regain her composure and take the fight back to Astrid, only to be met with a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick by Astrid who then follows it up by taking her by the scruff of her neck and whipping her into the security barrier. Astrid looks down and smiles as she “dusts” off her hands.
Astrid Samson: I still got it, bitch!
Taj: This has completely broken down!
America: Nothing looks broken down to me but Justice and Brianna. They’ll learn not to badmouth the Samson Family now.
Security comes rushing to the ring and Cain releases his grip, walking off before anyone has to touch him. Trainers run in to check on the fallen Justice and Brianna while Cain, Astrid, and Joshua return to the back.
Torres: Your winner…Justice Cross!
America: She doesn’t look like a winner! Hahaa!
Taj: That was totally uncalled for!
Backstage, as Cain Dominguez, Astrid Samson, and Joshua Samson come through the curtain, they are met by 1WM Senior Interviewer Butterscotch Monroe.
Butterscotch Monroe: Cain Dominguez!
Cain and his entourage stop, the Pain Maker smirking cruelly for the reporter.
Cain Dominguez: Mmm, hello…
Butterscotch shudders in disgust.
Butterscotch Monroe: What was that all about just now?
Cain simply stares at her, the smirk remaining in place. Joshua steps forward to speak.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: What was what, Butterscotch?
The Senior Interviewer just hatefully glares at him.
Butterscotch Monroe: Don’t play dumb with me, Joshua!
Joshua shrugs.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Please be specific, I get quite a lot of complaints concerning my client.
Butterscotch nods to the curtain.
Butterscotch Monroe: What was that out there with Justice Cross?
Joshua’s smirk becomes more playful.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: That?
He shrugs.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: That was just a bit of pain.
The trio turn and walk away leaving Butterscotch standing alone.
We begin with a moment in the life of the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walking backstage outside of the Colosseum, possibly unsure of where they should be going.
Eric Calloway: Bro, I’m tellin’ you that it’s that way. We’ve passed this goddamn production trailer five times already!
A gloved hand grips the side of Eric’s head and rams it into the side of a trailer just as the lights cut out. There is cursing in the dark from the Calloways as they fight back against an unknown number of silent assailants in the darkness. A few wet and sickly smacks are heard, indicating an end of the struggle. The lights turn on and we reveal Dexter slumped against a trailer, bloodied, bleary eyed, and dazed. He is completely discombobulated. Eric is on the ground by the opposing trailer, a streak of blood trailing the trailer by where he lay face down. There is no sign of who attacked them, only the aftermath.
Dexter Calloway: Ww….what...the fuck?!
A young lady wearing a ring crew shirt and jeans rounds the corner only to shriek in surprise.
Ring Crew Member: OH MY GOD! GET HELP!!! BODIES BACKSTAGE!
Dexter Calloway: (holding the back of his head) Mierda! Hey, chica, you seen anybody back here stupid enough to fucking attack me and by brother?
Ring Crew Member: Oh uh, I saw Griffin Hawkins and the Regulators meet up and then walk away in a hurry right before the lights went out. I think Janie said they had to leave for a flight back to the States!
Eric Calloway: (coming to) WHAT IN THE FUCK?!
Dexter Calloway: We got jumped, bro. Chica over there said it was Goldiloccs and them idiot cowgirls, Jane and Sadie.
Eric Calloway: Oh them mothafuckas are as good as dead!
The scene fades as The Headhunters make their way to the Kartel trailer.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays as “Ya Girl” Q makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is YA GIRL…..QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and seven pounds...she is the FIRST EVER 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...this is "The suicide blonde"....ARLEYYYYYYY KIRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
Taj: If people remember the first encounter between these two in Year One of 1WM, Arley successfully defended the World Heavyweight Championship against Q.
America: You can bet Q hasn’t forgotten it. Tonight she even ups the score!
Arley takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the upcoming match. Q continues to keep her eyes glued to her as he waits for the bell to sound. A few seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley cautiously steps toward the center of the ring, looking a little more focused than she normally would. Q continues to watch her without even the slightest bit of amusement on her face. The two wrestlers finally approach one another and grapple up. Q almost immediately shoves Arley away. She staggers, but quickly regains her footing and charges back at the bigger woman. Unfortunately for her, Q steps forward and hits Arley in the mouth with a big boot that sends her crashing to the mat! Arley rolls out of the way and uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Q continues to look annoyed.
Taj: It's interesting to see Arley not taking part in her usual antics...
America: Doesn't seem like Q cares all that much either way!
Once Arley is back on her feet, she takes a deep breath before letting the crowd know that she's okay. Arley once again begins to approach the center of the ring. This time, when Q reaches out to grab hold of her, Arley moves out of the way and quickly begins to hit Q with a series of chops to the chest. Blow after blow connects, though it doesn't appear that they're doing much to her.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Despite that, Arley bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up momentum so that she can send Q crashing to the mat! Q steps toward Arley and tries to cut her off with a big clothesline! Arley ducks underneath the attempt and stops herself behind Q. She waits for her to face her before hitting Q with an enziguri that causes her to stagger. Q remains upright and looks even more annoyed than usual, charging at Arley to strike---only to get caught with a drop-toe-hold!
Taj: Arley baited Q into that one!
America: One thing I won't take away from Arley is that she's gone toe to toe with some of the toughest wrestlers in 1WM history! This match is probably more well-suited for her style of wrestling than anything that she's done over the past year!
Taj: That's...possibly true, actually...
Arley pops back up to her feet and plays to the crowd. The fans give her a positive reaction in return. Arley lines herself up with Q and waits until she starts to stir. Once she's almost back up on her feet, Arley charges and catches Q with a running knee strike that sends Q crashing to the mat! The fans cheer as Arley hooks the leg for the cover..
One...
Two...Q throws Arley off!
Q drags herself back up to her feet as Arley quickly closes the gap.. She drives her knee into Q's head a few times in hopes of wearing her down. She then steps back and tries to build up some speed, leaping into the air in an effort to plant Q on the mat with a fameasser! Q ducks out of the way, causing Arley's behind to hit the mat instead! Her eyes go wide in pain! Q places two hands around Arley’s throat and lifts her into the air! She slams her to the mat with a choke bomb before hooking the leg and covering.
One...
Two...
THR---KICK OUT!
Taj: How often have we seen Arley get slammed with something like that and still kick out? It's not common at the moment!
America: Maybe not, but, to her credit...she's got a pretty weird pain tolerance...
Q glares down at Arley and shakes her head. Q drags Arley back up to her feet and hits her with an elbow shot that knocks Arley back into the ropes! Arley stumbles into them and then bounces toward Q, who hoists Arley into the air and slams her down to the mat with a running powerslam! Once again, Q hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
America: I'm actually impressed right now!
Taj: If Arley can keep kicking out of slams like that she may have a chance here.
Arley crawls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to slowly drag herself back up to her feet. Q lines herself up with the first ever World Heavyweight Champion and watches without showing so much as the slightest hint of what she plans on doing next. Once Arley is finally standing, she tries to catch her breath. Q picks up speed and runs forward. She tries to CRUSH Arley against the turnbuckle with a huge splash, but Arley just barely ducks out of the way in time! Q crashes into the turnbuckle and briefly slumps against it. Arley picks up some speed and throws her full body into Q's stomach to take the wind out of her! She then pulls her toward the middle of the ring and plants her in the middle of the ring with a DDT! Arley hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was...so...close!
Arley turns around and climbs up to the top rope, perching herself and waiting for the next moment to strike. Once Q is standing, Arley leaps off of the top turnbuckle and tries to send Q crashing to the mat with a crossbody---only to have Q catch her in the air! Q slams her to the mat with a powerbomb and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Q seems almost amazed by the fact that Arley is still fighting. Arley shakes her head and slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Q grabs hold of Arley and tries to hoist her up onto her shoulders, though Arley frees herself from Q's grasp. She lands on the mat behind and holds out her hands as if telling Q to hold on a second. Q looks at Arley in confusion. The fans cheer as Q simply looks at Arley like she's crazy. Finally Q responds by spinning around and grabbing hold of Arley. Unfortunately for Q, Arley appears to have been ready for this as she rolls Q up for a schoolgirl!
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: That...
America: It's almost like Arley knew what Q was going to do and reacted accordingly!
Q pulls herself back up to her feet. Arley hits her with a superkick that sends Q staggering! Arley tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing hold of Q and setting her up for Michi-Destroyer (Canadian destroyer)! Q uses her strength to slam Arley to the mat instead! Q then pulls Arley up and locks her into a bearhug! Arley's eyes go wide in pain!
Taj: This isn't good for Arley!
Q continues to squeeze Arley in an effort to practically break her in half. Arley tries to hold out as long as she possibly can, but eventually has no choice but to tap and scream out in pain. Q dumps Arley down to the mat.
Torres: The winner of this match...Q!!!
Taj: Arley deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one! She held her own against a pissed off and focused Q.
America: But once she started trying to literally squeeze the life out of her, Arley had no choice but to tap!
We open up inside of the locker room trailer where we see Jenn standing there, her One Wrestle Championship around her waist with Kaede standing there in front of her. Jenn clearly is upset and angry about something as the camera approaches them.
Kaede Tanabe: I know, dear, it’s complete and total bullshit that you’re being forced to compete in this match and with Rei on the other side! The management here has absolutely no idea what they are even doing half the time.
Drew: Exactly! Management just can’t stand that some of their employees are angry about a match like this even being thought up and booked! Like, who thinks this is even a good idea?!
Jenn huffs and crosses her arms as she rolls her eyes and just shakes her head.
Kaede Tanabe: Idiots, that’s who, Jenni. They’re lucky they have a champion like you as the face of this company, because without you, they would be booking the same boring stuff over and over again.
Jenn Drew: I bring buzz to One Wrestle. People wish they were in my position, but most of those who speak about me wish they had half the charisma and skill that I did. People like VIP and Striker, especially that blowhard Striker.
Kaede Tanabe: The man who could never truly defend his title, yet somehow thinks he deserves a shot at you. I wouldn’t worry about him too much though, he’s just another blowhard trying to make a name off of you.
Jenn Drew: Oh, I’m not. He’s gotten lucky with me a few times now lately, but it was all when my back was turned. Trust me when I say that if I do get my chance at Striker in this match, I will kick his ass just to prove a damn point with him. Everyone else on that side except for Rei, I don’t give a damn about. And Rei, if management thinks I’m going to lay a hand on her, they have another thing coming. I refuse to fight my friend in just some random main event tag team match.
Jenn looks at the camera and walks up towards it and grins as she unclasps her title and holds it up in the air.
Jenn Drew: Oh, and there’s nobody on this damn roster that has what it takes to beat me one on one and take my title. Striker, you’re next on the list, then, whoever wants to step up, I dare you to try and take my pride and joy from me.
Jenn puts a hand in the lens and forces the camera out of the trailer and slams the door shut on it.
The Legendary World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from Faliro Sports Pavilion Arena in Athens, Greece
Streaming September 30, 2021
Torres: The following contest is a 10 person tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… the team of Driller Jaworski, The Fallen Angels, Rei Park and Jacob Striker!
"43% Burnt" by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as Driller Jaworski makes his way to the ring.
The techno-like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds. Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides as Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels, make their way to the ring.
The video wall at the top of the entrance way starts to flicker as all of the lights in the arena go out at once as the video wall shows us a long dark hallway lit by one singular light at the far end as we hear some very twisted whistling at which point we see a figure appear in the doorway and slowly start to walk towards the camera, singing lightly to himself as he goes with his head down.
Man: All set, the court's in session
This judge, got no compassion
Witness, show me your right hand
I swear, nothing but the truth now
I was alright 'till she came along
I was alright, then it all went wrong
When the man gets close enough to the camera, he slowly raises his head in the light to look at the camera dead center of a strip of light.
Jacob Striker: Yeah, the devil made me do it..oh, oh, oh, oh...
Suddenly the video wall cuts out as a series of strange sounds starts to echo throughout the arena before the sound of a person suddenly taking a long, hard, and painful gasp of air can be heard as the video walls explode into a shot of Jacob Striker hitting the "Death Warrant" on Minori as a singular spotlight suddenly shines onto the entrance way as the crowds at ringside explode into a hearty combination of cheers and boos.
Torres: Hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds!
As Bring Me the Horizon's "Wonderful Life" plays throughout the arena, Jacob Striker slowly walks out into the pale spotlight-dressed in black ring gear with red marks, before he slowly looks around at the crowds as he then slowly stretches his arms out to his sides and lowers his head back, this mere action causes an even larger heated reaction to come up from the fans as the video wall continues to play a history some of his "greatest hits" before he starts to make his way down to ringside.
Torres: This is the pure Warhorse of Professional Wrestling, the "Real Rock'n'Rolla" that is...JACOB STRIKER!!!
When he reaches the ringside area, he quickly whips off his ring coat and tosses it aside before Jacob grabs the ring ropes and swings himself up onto the ring apron before he wipes his feet on the apron before he calmly and unhurriedly steps through the ropes, his face totally focused on the matter at hand before he moves to stand in the center of the ring and basks in the heated reaction of the fans.
Jake then walks over to his corner and squats down in the corner calmly and patiently awaiting the arrival of the very man who has made his life a living hell as the music fades out.
Taj: I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit worried about this team… especially with Rei Park and Jacob Striker on the same side.
America: I’m sure they can put their differences aside.
Taj: Fully doubting that. But let’s just see how it turns out.
Torres: And for their opponents…
”Ace of Spades” by Motörhead plays as “Old School Cool” Don Tirri makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Helsinki, Finland….weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds….standing at a height of six feet five inches….he is the current reigning Glory Champion….he is Old School Cool….DONNNNNN TIRRRRRRIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Bad Bitch” by Babe Rehxa.plays as “Queen B” Bianca Davis makes her way down to ringside.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Malibu, California…..weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at five feet nine inches….she is the current reigning Pride of 1WM Champion….she is the Queen B….BIANCCCCCAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Stockton, California….weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds...representing Kali Kartel….they are the current reigning Tag Team Champions….they are Eric and Dexter Calloway….THEEEEEE HEADHUNTERRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Finally coming to the ring hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet tall….representing the Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNN DREEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: I would say that The Headhunters are the captains of this team.
Taj: Wouldn’t that be Jenn Drew, the world heavyweight champion?
America: Pfft!
Bianca Davis and Rei Park step into the ring to start this one off for their respective teams, and the referee calls for the bell..
DING DING DING!!!
Lock up and deep arm drag attempt by Park is thwarted as Davis stands her ground and gets a sneaky double eye poke. David grabs two handfuls of Park's hair.
America: OH! Hair pull backbreaker!
Davis refuses to let go and rips Rei back up, sending her flying into the centre of the ring with a hair mare. Davis goes to haul Park to her feet yet she's met with a rolling back kick to the face and dragged into Rei's crossface chickenwing with body scissors!
Taj: Impressive! Reversal by Park! Parceltongue locked in!
The fans give it to the Calloways when they jump in and break up the submission and manage to do a lot of damage with their dual Argentine leglock facebuster before the referee hustles them out and turns back to the action.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
The fans hate Bianca for it as she chokes Rei and repeatedly smashes the back of her head into the ring.
Taj: Of course Bianca is going to seize any opportunity she can to get any kind of foothold that she can!
The referee counts the illegal tactic off, Davis relents right on four and then proceeds to act innocent, only further angering the Roman fans..
America: Well duh, Taj. That's kind of what this sport is all about! Cover by my girl, Bianca!
One…
Two...
Taj: Kick out by Rei!
Bianca drags Rei up in a headlock and marches over to her team's corner, quickly getting the tag to Don Tirri..
Taj: CH~
America: I'm warning you, Taj.
Bianca grimaces, recoils and then immediately wiping off her hands..
America: Haha. Oh here we go! Nice one Bianca! Now, you've done it!
Tirri steams in and tries to land some mudhole stomps in, yet Park excites the crowd when she proves to be too slippery, rolling out of the way of every single one before taking the veteran down hard with a low sweep kick that he didn't expect..
Taj: Rei Park just literally swept Don Tirri off his feet!
There's an attempt to get the Parseltongue in on Tirri, yet Don excites the fans himself when he gets a roll to his advantage and almost gets his seated sleeper locked in but Rei evades via an impromptu chop block..
America: Cartwheel and an arm drag by Rei!
Rei rolls her eyes as she notices Driller Jaworski chomping at the bit, but she nods as she rolls back into proximity and slaps the hand of Driller, making him the legal man..
Taj: Oh, I don't like this. But CHANGING OF THE GUAR…
America: I'm serious, Taj. Not tonight. DON'T do it..
The fans are at fever pitch as Driller runs in and sends Tirri flying across the ring with a running punt kick to the side of the head!
America: Driller hitting the ropes!
Taj: It's in the best interests of Don Tirri to STAY DOWN!
The crowd volume picks up as Jaworski gains speed and momentum, and Tirri starts getting to his feet..
America: Ha! But, you know that guy ain't gonna! And...OOF!
Driller lets out a roar as he comes back and just about takes Don's head off..
Taj: POUNCE by Driller Jaworski!
Driller lines up and nails Tirri with a precision elbow drop before he hooks the leg..
One…
Two...
Eric and Dexter run into the ring to break this up once more, but Tirri ends up kicking out on his own power, leading to Driller sitting back up and standing...and a really awkward stand off/stare down with the Calloways!
Taj: Hahaha! It's different when the boot is on the other foot, huh fellas?
Driller nods solemnly as he makes his way towards Headhunters, who quickly back up towards their own corner..
America: Don't forget about Don, Drill!
Too late. Don sneaks up and swings Driller back around. Driller's knees immediately start to buckle as Tirri lays into him with headbutt after headbutt after headbutt..
Taj: MORNING AFTER!
Tirri gets the crowd on his side as he lets out a roar, hooks Driller up with his fallaway slam and sends him flying..
America: Sack of SHIT! Haha. I just like saying it!
The crowd volume picks up some more as Tirri lines up for THE BOOT as Driller gets to his feet..
Taj: Tirri looking to end this right now! THE B~
Driller telegraphs it and ducks down just slightly, catching Tirri..
America: HUGE exploder suplex by Driller!
Jacob Striker is leaning in for the tag, yet Driller seems to ignore him entirely as he drags a groggy Don Tirri to his feet and gives the signal as he throws Tirri's arm over his shoulder..
America: I know what he's looking for! This move can and WILL[/]b end matches and careers!
Driller lets out a cry of exertion as he launches Tirri up to drop him with SCREWED, but the fans eat it up as Tirri's legs kick wildly and he lands on his feet before promptly dropping Driller with a sharp swinging neckbreaker!
Taj: Cover!
One…
Two…
TH...
America: Driller gets the shoulder up!
Tirri is exhausted as he looks over to the corner and spots Jenn Drew reaching for the tag. On the other side, Striker is very much still doing the same.
Taj: The Glory Champion crawling towards the World Heavyweight Champion! Driller towards Striker! Which one is going to make it first?!
America: Why, Driller of course!
The fans eat it up as both seem to hit their marks at the same time, initiating a dual hot tag..
Taj: Big running clothesline by Jenn taking Jacob down! And she's waiting with a standing dropkick to take him right back down again!
America: Standing moonsault by Jenn!
The crowd groans as Striker sneers and pops his knees up as JD is coming back over..
Taj: I can only imagine that's got to suck.
Striker hauls Drew back to her feet and issues a harsh WALTER chop to stun her before hooking her up and delivering a precision pumphandle neckbreaker! The fans pipe up as Fallen Angels signal for something, and Striker grins evilly and nods to them, hauling Drew to her feet as Damon gets into the ring..
Taj: Nobody knows what Fallen Angels even have in mind!
America: Correction: nobody cares what Fallen Angels have in mind!
The fans perk up as Striker doubles JD over with a knee to the gut while Aurora leaps to the top rope..
Taj: Wait! Jacob with the electric chair on Jenn!
The fans get even more excited as Damon hauls the package of Striker and Drew up into the same formation as Aurora takes flight!
Taj: ASSISTED[/]b] JOBSTOPPER! This one HAS to be over! Jacob with the cover!
One…
Two…
THR...
America: Once again, the Tag Team Champions run in and keep this match ALIVE!
Dexter growls at the BOOing crowd and promptly looks to Eric as the two nod to one another while they circle Striker..
Taj: We should have had a winner right there, and you KNOW it!
America: I know nothing!
Eric hooks up the wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter hits the ropes..
America: No time for that now! SAN ANDREAS FAULT on Jacob! Headhunters roll Jenn on top!
The referee manages to hustle the Calloways out before returning to the action and counting the cover..
One…
Two…
THR...
America: And Jacob finds it in himself to kick out!
The crowd volume picks up once again as Aurora and Damon jump down and run down Headhunters as they're rolling out to ringside, engaging in a fierce two on two brawl on the outside.
Taj: We've also got another problem on our hands!
America: It was only a matter of time.
As Headhunters and Fallen Angels brawl on the outside, JD had been crawling towards her corner to make a desperate tag, yet Striker gets a BOOO as he comes to his senses, grabs her legs and drags Jenni back into the "sweet spot" of the ring and tries to lock in his patented figure four sharpshooter. Drew kicks her way free and hits the ropes in the other direction..
America: Jacob with the backdrop attempt and a leapfrog by Jenn!
JD pops up behind with an inverted 'rana and sends Jacob crashing, unluckily, into the favorable corner. Meanwhile, Headhunters and Fallen Angels are still engaged in a wild brawl on the outside.
Taj: And Jaworski tags himself in!
America: Jenn with the run over and the tag to Don to boot!
On the outer, the crowd roars with disapproval as Dexter very obviously nails Damon Graves with the same set of knuckle dusters that seem to permeate their matches, dropping his now bloodied foe hard on the thinly padded concrete!
Taj: Oh! And one for Aurora as she runs in for the assist! Calloway taking absolutely no prisoners!
With FA out cold, Headhunters shake their heads and join the rest of their team on the apron. In the ring, Driller sneers as he doubles Tirri over with a knee to the gut..
America: BACKDROP DR~
The fans eat it up as Tirri lands on his feet out of the backdrop driver attempt!
Taj: Don pumps the brakes as he finds himself in the other team's corner!
Driller runs after Tirri! The fans BOOO as Dexter rears back once more, the brass knuckles glimmering under the lights as he lines up and throws a hard right at Don, but..
America: WHAT?! Tirri ducks the shot!
At his momentum, Driller has no choice but to run headlong into the brass knuckles punch of his Kali Kartel brother!
Taj: Dexter nails Driller right in the jaw!
The fans laugh as Driller sways briefly before passing out and collapsing right on top of Don Tirri!
America: WOAH! Big man DOWN!
Tirri's arms and legs flail wildly and bodies spill into the ring in a preventative effort!
One…
Two..
THREE!
America: IT COUNTS!
Torres: The winners of this match….the Challengers...Driller Jaworski, Rei Park, The Fallen Angels, and Jacob Striker!
Taj: What a night we have had here at Legendary Twenty “Strength and Honor”! On behalf of 1WM, we like to thank everyone here in Rome, Italy and can’t wait to see you all again next month!
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Molly spoke from the very top of the colosseum’s outer wall, looking down upon the cheering masses now craning their necks to look up at her. She’s seated, torches lit behind her in rows along the outer parameter. She speaks into the microphone with a big grin on her face.
Molly Hatchet: Aye, Tha’ Ginger Ninja herself, Molly Hatchet, sittin’ up on high with a blessed view of the ring from places no one was allowed even in the days of the ancient Roman’s themselves. Can ye’ think of a more grand location than this, the oldest recorded and still standing venue in all of professional wrestling, let alone sports combat? Tonight, one more time will these hallowed grounds be decorated in the blood of combat and fury as so many seek to prove themselves to not just you lovely Italian fans in attendance or the billions watching at home….
She rises to her feet, lifting up the Hatchet Clan banner and propping it upon her shoulder.
Molly Hatchet: ...We’ve got the ghosts of our ancestors who fought, bled, and died down there, walking these halls and watching us as we add to the history of this grand cathedral of combat. May we honor those who fought before and continue to uphold the legacy of the gladiatorial pit below.
Behind her the black and green crossed hatchets and skull banner flutters alongside her long red hair.
Molly Hatchet: And to my opponents tonight I say this; “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page and “The Raven” Matt Knox, each of you are accomplished wrestlers. Both proved it last week when they each defeated Lash Donohue and Arley Kirk respectively, two people that I have a high level of respect for their ability in the ring and spirit both in and out of it. One’ll scoff, fer Tiffany only sees trash when she is not lookin’ in a mirror, while The Raven sees it differently. Grand opponent’s regardless.
Molly walks along the edge of that high outer wall, the cameras following her.
Molly Hatchet: This is more than a common match to me. In the entire World Domination Tour I have only made two other events; From Russia with Love and A Night in Manchester. I worked neither and was left out in tha’ cold when I challenged any and all comers. With only one main event on Epic to me name, I started ta’ feel that maybe I was 1WM’s trash. Had a few remindin’ me of it, not gonna’ lie.
There’s a soft, sardonic chuckle passing through her freckled lips to accompany the shaking of her head.
Molly Hatchet: I’m tired of bein’ trash that’s stepped on and overlooked because I know in my heart, I am more than that and tonight, I plant me flag and fuckin’ PROVE IT!!!
Stopping before an ancient flag holder from a bygone era, Molly stabs the Hatchet Clan flag into the old bronze holder and leaves it there, fluttering in the breeze. Every single torch on the colosseum’s high wall suddenly belch geysers of flames in the air, the fans reacting with cheers at such a huge declaration by the Ginger Ninja!
Molly Hatchet: Vini, Vidi, Vici…. Those will be the words I utter to my opponents this night. I CAME, I SAW, AND I BLOODY WELL CONQUERED!!! I do it not because of pride or vanity, nor ‘cause it’ll net me a shot at a title or elevate me stock, but because now, I’m backed up against tha’ wall and I HAVE to prove that I am every bit as good as I say I am.
The flames slowly die down and she squats down on the very edge of the wall. Molly gazes down at the fans looking back up at her, the cacophony of noise only overpowered by the strength of her microphone and voice combined.
Molly Hatchet: LIVE BY THE SWORD, DIE BY THE HATCHET! THE TIME FOR TALKIN’ STOPS TONIGHT! NO MORE POSTURING, NO MORE PROMISES! DO OR FUCKIN’ DIE! ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT! HATCHET CLAN!!!! MAKE SOME NOOOOOIIIISSSEEE!!! STRENGTH…. AND…. HHHHOOOONNNNOOOOORRRRR!!!!
Molly shoots to her feet, arms out at her sides and head rocked back as the fans erupt beneath her! On her face is a wicked grin….
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Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY TWENTY “STRENGTH AND HONOR”!
The arena comes to life and the Roman crowd is loud enough to just about drown out the sound of Legendary's theme music, only proceeding to almost drown out the pyrotechnics too! The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.[/font]
Taj: GOOD EVENING, EVERYBODY! ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT HERE AND WE'RE COMING AT YOU LIVE FROM THE COLOSSEUM IN ROME, ITALY!
America: Damn it, Taj! I'm deaf! Get a hold of yourself!
Taj: Nuh, uh. NO way, America! Not when we're mere moments away from witnessing TWO exciting dual debuts, but let's talk about that main event! I really want to talk about a ten person tag team main event of this magnitude!
America: Yeah, definitely the most bizarre Legendary main event in quite some time. We're gonna see Jaworski, Park, Striker and Fallen Angels do battle with Tirri, Headhunters, Davis and Drew. I know that it's champions versus challengers, but both sides have made it abundantly clear that they don't necessarily love each other.
Taj: Even more strangely, several of these combatants have allies on the opposing team!
America: They are gonna have to throw THAT out the window and try to coexist if they truly want to make the impact they need to, and that goes for both sides! What else have we got, Taj?
Taj: "Ya Girl" Q is locking horns for the second time with Arley in a 1WM ring!
America: Oh. Pfft. Arley is going to flip flop around the place until Q gets bored and drops her on her head. Next..
Taj: You can never count the Suicide Blonde out, Mez. She really will throw herself at you until you don't get up no more!
America: Yeah, but Q is a freakin brick wall and she's a doofus. What part of NEXT didn't you hear? And stop calling me that on the air!
Taj clears her throat dramatically before she continues.
Taj: Pain Maker looking to continue his hyper aggressive, dominant path against Justice Cross, and..
America: GOOD! I hope he does! I hope Dominguez runs through Justice like butter! The sooner he gets back to his favorite dreadlocked punching bag, the better!
Taj: I wholeheartedly disagree with how dismissive you're being towards certain talent. Justice Cross is a scrappy go-getter in her own right, Mez. She's going to withstand better than you think.
America: Pfft. Next.. actually, nah screw it. Gimme that thing! I do this better than you could ever dream of, Taj! AND STOP CALLING ME THAT ON AIR!
America snatches Taj's tablet and Taj simply rolls her eyes..
America: What else. Oh! Oh! Bakersfield Butcher gonna pound that walking L'Oreal campaign into freakin oblivion! I just know it!
Taj: Hawkins hasn't gotten where he is by being a pushover, America. I think you'll be surprised how close and awesome this match is!
America: Doubt it. RIGGS all the way! What else? We're going to see a hard hitting tactical FIGHT, as Coda would call it, when we witness her taking on a woman who has been on an absolute roll in Victoria Salinas! It's hard to say with this one. I'm here for it.
Taj: That's about the most unbiased thing you have ever said!
America: Shut it..
Taj scowls.
America: That pipsqueak pencilneck Vance Isaac Parker is about to get brutalized and eaten for a light dinner by Lady Terminator, Taj!
Taj: Hey, wait a minute! You know that you can't count a determined man like VIP out. He's the type of guy who can "McGuyver" a victory when he puts his best brain forward!
America: Von Rossbach is the type of combatant who will bust him in half over her knee and drinketh of the contents within if she wanted to! R.I.P, VIP! She's..hey!
Taj snatches her tablet back as America gets lost in one of her patented rants. It's America's turn to scowl.
Taj: Give me that! That's enough out of you! To brighter topics..
Taj fans the air around her with her hand and grins.
Taj: WOO, check out this Hatchet, Knox and TLP triple threat! That's gonna be fiyah!
America: I wish you would randomly catch abl..
Taj: ANYHOO, Totally Extra locking horns with Nyx and Solomon Monster?
America: I wouldn't exactly call it locking horns when Solomon is the meanest bull in town, and these dweebs couldn't hope to contain it Greta decides she wants to go off tonight!
Taj: Sadly, you might be right. But Totally Extra are big girls, I'm sure they're gonna surprise the hell out of us.
America: I'm sure you're an idiot. Next…
Taj rolls her eyes.
Taj: Oh! An interesting one as Olivia Blue goes toe to toe with a returning Melissa Maye!
America: Yo! Have you seen what's been going down on social media between these two!?
Taj: I definitely have. Let this be known. I hope Mel isn't planning that... experiment.
America: Go to hell, Taj. You know she is!
Taj: Poor Olivia..
America: Right?!
Taj: I honestly think we're ready to quit keeping the One Wrestle Movement fans waiting, Mez.
America: Nah, f..
Taj: Once again welcome to Legendary Twenty LIVE from outside the Colosseum in Rome, Italy!
The scene opens up as a pink long stretch limo arrives at the area, its license plate reads Pride of 1WM, as the fans greet this scene with loud boos. As the limo driver comes out and opens the door as out steps Simon, who holds his hand out as a well-manicured hand grabs and pulls themselves up from the limo. It was none other than Queen B, the brand new Pride of 1WM champion Bianca Davis who had a bright smile on her face as she looked around and scowled in disgust as she loudly complained to Simon.
Bianca Davis: Ugh where is my red carpet treatment, hello, I am the pinnacle champion of 1WM, the heart, and soul of this company The Queen B. I said and I made it clear I was supposed to have a red carpet arrival like it’s not that hard is it?
Simon shakes his head as Bianca rolls her eyes as she then says in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Where is my paparazzi-like they should be here to capture this the very first but not the last arrival of their Queen as Pride of 1WM Champion. I mean you know One office would have made sure anyone else would have had what they wanted and my demands were simple. I even had them sent to the offices in advance.
Bianca then yells loudly at Simon, in disgust.
Bianca Davis: And grab my title and give it to me, and don’t smudge it thanks. I don’t need any more basicness crawling all over it.
Simon carefully presents the snobby Malibu native with her title; she stanches it and makes sure it doesn't have any smudges on it as she smiles at her own reflection. The blonde blows a small kiss at the reflection before placing it on her shoulder. It matches the gold color of her entire Chanel outfit and tiara. The Queen B looks around before asking in a bitchy manner.
Bianca Davis: Where are my photographers as amazing as I look, I deserve the star treatment, whatever Simon, take this and put it on my Instagram it will blow up anyway.
Simon takes the phone out and takes a picture of Bianca doing her trademark pageant wave with her title snugged tightly on her shoulder. Before, taking her phone and adding a few selfies to it. As Simon, has her begs to be careful not to damage anything. As The Queen makes her way through the doors as she makes her way to her locker room door looking around as if she expected something she stomps her foot saying out loud.
Bianca Davis: Where are my flowers, I said they should be here right before I got here! Like, do these morons not know how to read flowers for the Queen B should be so simple even the idiots that live in Rome can understand it.
Soon enough coming into view is none other than Butterscotch Monroe who speaks up as she asks in a professional tone.
Butterscotch Monroe: Excuse me, Bianca Davis, first of all, congratulations on becoming the Pride of 1MW Champion. Secondly, can I have a moment of your time? Sorry if it’s a bad time…
Bianca holds her hand up in begins complaining in a bitchy manner.
Bianca Davis: A bad time look I am the pinnacle champion of 1WM and I am being treated like I am less than the rank and file around here? And you want to know if it’s a bad time?! DUH! And my first main event I have to team with people who quite frankly have done nothing but disrespect me time and time again. Whatever makes it quick.
Butterscotch nods her head as she begins to speak.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well Bianca, after capturing your first ever 1WM title, you were attacked by someone who you know very well, Kelli Saint who was sitting at ringside, what are your thoughts on this?
Bianca rolled her eyes disgusted at the question before responding.
Bianca Davis: Look, her head is obviously filled with some sort of disgusting vendetta against me. I mean she can spout whatever nonsense she wants about how she made me a threat? Really she didn’t make anything. If anything it seems to be she’s jealous that me and the rest of the Pretty Committee were the centers of attention, we commanded the spotlight we gave the people a reason to tune in. But Keli likes to insist it wasn’t pure jealousy? Please, and now she thinks she’s gonna step into my company and make an example of me? Puh-lease!
Bianca said in a bitchy tone, as she goes on.
Bianca Davis: Like one how could security fail at their job so hard and allow her to lay her hands on me. During my moment, the crowning moment where finally my hard work paid off a and I won my Pride of 1WM title. Cleanly, mind you.
Butterscotch Monroe: Speaking of, some say it took you putting the ref in front of Rei to allow you to hit that new kick. What are your thoughts on that?
Bianca Davis: My thoughts are that I won my title cleanly, I kicked Rei and pinned her one, two, and three. I didn’t need Joshua to distract the referee or brass knuckles. No, because I am the Pride of 1WM. The heart and soul of this company, but you know something about this being the main event, my first Legendary as champion this is not how to treat someone like me who has just given you all a champion you can be proud of. So once again it’s just morons trying to slander my good name almost a pattern around here.
Butterscotch Monroe: What about tonight’s main event, what are your thoughts on that?
Bianca rolled her eyes as she put her hand on her hip in obvious annoyance as she spoke in her normal arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: The main event yes myself the pinnacle champion of One Wrestling Movement, Jenni Drew our World Champion, Don Tirrii the Glory Champion, and The Head Hunterz the tag team champions take on Jacob Striker, the woman I beat for this very title Rei Park, The Fallen Angels, and Driller Jaworski. Now I don’t know what my partners plan or don’t but being the professional that I am I will be out there gracing the people of Rome with my beauty and presence. While doing that, I will be showing why I am the Pride of 1WM Champion, and why this belt will stay with me for a very long time. So I suggest people watching this very show get used to this sight because it’s going to be one you will be seeing for a long long time. Doesn’t matter who has a problem with it Keli Saint, my own partners, my opponents for tonight or anyone else who tries to spread lies about me. They will all soon learn to embrace and accept the fact The Queen has arrived now if you excuse me I got more important matters to deal with than talking to the likes of you. Simon, make sure this basic doesn’t try to follow us will you dear?
Bianca blows a kiss toward the camera as she slips into her locker room as Simon follows and closes the door behind them. As Butterscotch shakes her head as the scene then fades to black.
Tryout/Debut Match
Quinn Costa vs. Keon Suggs II
Taj: This match should be a good one, America.
America: You say that about EVERY match EVER.
Taj: Well this one should.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway! Quinn wastes little time in running forward---hitting Keon in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. Keon starts to fight back with a few strikes of his own as the two battle back and forth across the ring to the delight of the fans. Keon seems as if he’s taking control as he shoves Quinn back against the ropes. He hits her with a few chops to the chest before shooting him across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO!!
Unfortunately for him, when Quinn comes back on the rebound, she leaps into the air and sends Keon crashing to the mat with a flying forearm smash! Keon stumbles back up to his feet. Quinn charges and sends Keon crashing back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! She dives on top of him for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out!
Taj: Quinn is working very hard to get this win to insure she walks out tonight with an 1WM wrestling contract.
America: Has it been stated that if she wins she gets a contract? I mean she could still win and not be impressive enough to garner one.
Keon begins to pull himself back up to his feet. Quinn closes the gap and hits Keon in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes. She then pulls Keon in and tries to set him up for a snap suplex. Keon blocks the attempt. Quinn once again tries to hoist Keon into the air, but again, Keon manages to block the attempt. Keon then shoves Quinn away and leaps into the air, hitting the young woman on the jaw with a knee strike! Quinn stumbles around as Keon steps forward and hits her with a spinning backfist! He then pulls Quinn in to set her up for a leg sweep but Quinn blocks the attempt with an elbow shot!
Taj: Quinn’s been wrestling a really good match, but Keon is holding on…
America: I’m thinking if you give Keon room to make a comeback, chances are...he’ll do it! I like what I’ve seen so far with this young man.
Keon regains his footing and quickly tries to grab hold of Quinn, only to have Quinn respond with a second elbow shot! Keon stumbles back as Quinn leaps into the air and hits Keon with a dropkick! Keon rolls over toward the ropes before Quinn can keep control of the match. Quinn ignores the fact and runs at Keon to try and send him out to the floor with a clothesline, only to have Keon step forward and cut her off with a devastating right hook to the jaw! The impact sends Quinn staggering. Keon runs over to deliver a huge clothesline!
America: I see good things in store for Keon. If he stays the course, he could really make a name for himself here in 1WM.
Taj: You sound a bit smitten, America.
America: Shuddup!
Quinn clutches at her neck in pain and tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Keon smirks as he closes the gap between the two of them. He then disrespectfully hits Quinn with a slap to the face! He follows it up with a second before grabbing Quinn’s head. Keon runs toward the ropes and uses them to deliver a tornado DDT! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: This has been getting good, but Keon is now in position to take control and maybe even put this away!
America: It won’t be easy...but I think he can do it!
Keon takes a few steps back and begins to laugh. He glares at Quinn as Quinn starts to pull herself up to her feet. Once Quinn is standing, Keon runs at her and tries to plant her on the mat with a spear! Quinn ducks out of the way and waits until Keon turns around before catching him on the jaw with a superkick! Keon hits the mat hard and Quinn drops down on top of him
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Quinn delivers a few more quick strikes to wear Keon down. She then drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up the top. She pauses for a moment to steady herself. Keon drags himself back up to his feet and throws himself at the ropes. Quinn falls to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet---getting hit with Rockford Knee (flying knee)! Keon drops down for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Keon Suggs Jr.!!
Taj: That’s one way to kick off a show!
America: It definitely is but where does this leave Quinn? Clearly she doesn’t deserve a contract after losing, does she?
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Legendary returns to the backstage area. We see Quinn Costa standing in the maze of trailers and production trucks, sweaty and tired after her intense match. She pulls her mouthguard out before grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip from it. As she is looking at the monitor for a second at some replay we see Tiffany Lynn Page come up behind her.
Tiffany Lynn Page: Quinn, right?
Quinn turns around, a bit surprised that someone is talking to her but she smiles as she nods her head.
Quinn Costa: Yeah. You're Tiffany, it's awesome to meet you.
Tiffany Lynn Page: I was watching your match and you were really impressive. I was wondering if you are free and if you wanted to talk some business?
Quinn looks a bit taken aback by the offer but without even really thinking about it she nods her head.
Quinn Costa: Sounds amazing!
Tiffany Lynn Page: Excellent. Let's get away from prying eyes..
She motioned towards the camera with her head with a chuckle.
Tiffany Lynn Page: And we can see if maybe we can work something out.
Tiffany headed off and Quinn threw her towel on her shoulder, quickly following after her, a bit eager to see what the veteran has to say to her. The camera follows the two of them before cutting away.
Debut Match
Joel Green vs. Ryan Hawkins
The double debut match between Joel and Ryan starts off in typical lock up fashion. The two competitors push each other around until Ryan trips Joel up by putting a foot behind her. She quickly pops back up to her feet and fires off a right hand. Ryan, however, manages to block it, turning things around with a European uppercut before following it up with a hard knife edge chop that lands directly across Joel’s chest. Joel stumbles back a few steps, Ryan following closely behind and hitting her with a series of forearm smashes before nailing a dropkick that sends her flying into the corner. A twisted look comes across his face as he measures up his opponent before charging forward, hitting a step-up knee to the still cornered Joel. Joel stumbles out of the corner and falls to her knees, Ryan grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her back first onto the mat for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKOUT!
Ryan pulls Joel back up to her feet, looking like he’s going to deliver a headbutt, but she is able to block it by driving her elbow into his temple. This creates enough space to allow Joel to capitalize and turn things around in her favor. After a series of kicks and punches, Joel delivers a dropkick to his knee that brings him down to it. Ryan tries to get back to a vertical base but instead is met with a roundhouse kick by Joel who then follows it up a shining wizard.
The fans start cheering for the blonde beauty as she pulls herself up to her feet. After taking a few moments to regain her composure (and breath) she pulls Ryan back to his feet and without hesitating hits him with Full Beat (double knee facebreaker).
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Joel Green!
America: NEXT!
She stands beneath the ancient arches of the great Colosseum of Rome, overlooking the Parco Skate al Colosseo with the ruins within the Parco del Colle Oppio visible just beyond it. To Ursula Von Rossbach, it represented a surprisingly balanced scene of lush and manicured greenery meeting ancient ruins and modern construction. Quite the juxtaposition and yet it all works so well together. One can easily hear the noise of the wrestling fans behind her, separated by thick stone walls that afforded her more privacy than the walkways or the improvised locker rooms being used by the wrestlers far below them all.
Ursula Von Rossbach: On this night, I stand before one of the new blood of 1WM, Vance Isaac Parker: a competitor who has proven himself as a dependable asset with an impeccable wit and sharp tongue. Indeed, I have watched this man sling barbs on social media with the accuracy of a championship dart thrower. I admire such intellect. A pity he wastes it on the likes of the Regulators.
Ursula flexes that segmented glove on her hand, her eyes trailing the length of the braced red and black glove she wears on her left arm.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I suppose I cannot blame Mr. Parker. The temptation to call out hypocrisy is quite strong for anyone who has even a hint of proper decency about them.
Giving the glove a modest tug for adjustment, she turns her attention back to the digital lens trained upon her, recording every syllable and gesture made.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Speaking upon hypocrisy, allow me a moment of indulgence as I clarify my stance of late for those watching and listening. I have since given up on the likes of our beloved “heroes” of One Wrestle Movement. Whether it is self-serving man-children such as Griffin Hawkins, hiding his ego and desire behind a mask of good intentions or the Regulators proving with every tweet they make how utterly pretentious and false they truly are, I am utterly disillusioned with the lot of them and those who put their faith in those idiotic morons to ever do what is truly right for this sport or anyone other than themselves.
She inclines her head forward, absolute contempt defining her expression. The disgust hanging in the air around her is palpable. This is clearly the face of a woman who is long beyond the capacity to care.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I have presented myself as many things, but I never deny my true nature. I am a destroyer of kings and queens, a soldier on the battlefield, purpose built to annihilate any and all who dare oppose my will. For a moment, however, I allowed myself the luxury of forgetting this, of feeling comfortable for a time with others. Unfortunately, I was reminded why I have kept a near non-existent social circle for most of my life and career.
There is a sharp inhalation of air through her nostrils, followed by a long and drawn expelling of that same air through pursed lips mere seconds later.
Ursula Von Rossbach: When you invest yourself in others, you take the risk of that investment not being matched or returned. The stock market of humanity is a poor investment as time and again, they will only disappoint you when you dare to have a care. It is better to be an emotionless machine, devoid of concern. A Machine never lies about its purpose and suffers not from liars and charlatans. Humans will always lie…
Her head tilts back as she now stares down the length of her nose upon the digital audience looking back at her through the screen in the main arena as well as the multiple conveyors of digital media across the world.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I wanted to believe that humanity was worth embracing, but that was my humanity telling a lie to the machine staring back at her in the mirror.
She places her hands behind her back.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Do you know what separates the Kali Kartel from the Regulators, Griffin Hawkins, and anyone else who stands beside them? Honesty. They are equally deplorable and it is with regret that I admit to having assisted both Hawkins and the Regulators in their endeavors without much thought. At least the Kartel have never denied what they are. If any of you so-called saviors of professional wrestling ever dare to utter the phrase that you are working in the best interests of this sport, I have but one thing to say.
The Lady Terminator gives the camera a scornful look with a twisted screw of her lips, scrunching her nose.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Hawkins, Adler, Cassidy… SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Stop lying to me and everyone else within earshot of your filthy, false tongues and fraudulent lips. You only serve your own interests and no one else. Own your selfish image, never again pretend you are doing anything for the betterment of anyone but yourselves, and I might learn to respect each of you again.
Her face relaxes, assuming the usually impassive, stone-like mask that is always so very hard to read. Ursula allows her head to tilt back forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Vance Isaac Parker, unlike our “heroes” I have the utmost respect for your integrity, ability, and intellect. Let us show these pretenders what real wrestlers look like with Strength and Honor, shall we?
A small smile creases her lips as she turns to her left and leaves the frame.
In Ring Return Match
Olivia Blue vs. Melissa Mayes
The in-ring return of Melissa Maye sees the match start with Olivia Blue charging forward towards Melissa, quickly locking in a side headlock on the returning star. Melisssa struggles to get free before firing off a few stiff punches to Olivia’s ribs, causing her to break the hold. Melissa goes to hit Olivia with a Yakuza kick, but the rookie blocks her attempt, instead hitting Melissa with a dragon screw legsweep. Olivia pops back up to her feet and dances around Melissa, who takes her time getting up, being met with an open hand slap from Olivia the moment she’s back up to her feet. Olivia whips Melissa off into the corner before charging forward for a running double knee strike, but Melissa gets out of the way just in time, sending Olivia crashing into the turnbuckle.
Taj: Fast paced action in this one so far!
Taj: It’s good to see Melissa back in action here at 1WM. Her first “run” was disappointing to say the least.
America: Well to be fair she did come in on the coattails of a tag team that pretty much did nothing but post pictures of themselves on social media.
Taj: Olivia looks highly focused after having a few disappointments of her own the past few months in 1WM.
America: Yeah she has. I expect more disappointments from her to because of that bubbly attitude she has. It makes me want to vomit!
Melissa goes for a pin, but Olivia kicks out before the referee has a chance to count, angering the returning Melissa. Melissa pulls Olivia up to her feet and the two have a bit of a back and forth before Melissa is able to fire off an elbow, following it up with a series of chops before finishing it off with a headbutt that drops Olivia directly to the mat. Without a second’s hesitation, Melissa quickly locks in Maye Day (cross-legged Boston crab)!
Taj: I think this may be it.
America: I think you’re right, Taj.
Olivia struggles to get free but cannot, ultimately choosing to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner… MELISSA MAYE!
Taj: Melissa with a very impressive win tonight at Legendary Twenty “Strength and Honor”.
America: If she would have lost to this rook Olivia I would be severely questioning her abilities going forward.
We get a shot of a piazza somewhere in Rome earlier in the day. People are sitting at little tables, enjoying their drinks and snacks while an accordion player walks around the piazza playing his instrument. The camera scans the scene until it fixes itself on Driller Jaworski, who is sitting at a table by himself with a large mug of beer, a bowl of peanuts, and a bowl of Bugles. He is in his element, delighting in the music, the refreshments, and the sunshine. He spots the camera.
Driller Jaworski: It’s been real nice here in Rome these past few days. Out of all the cities I’ve traveled to since joining 1WM, this by far has been the best. I’ve eaten the best food known to man, I’ve seen ancient relics, the weather is warm, and my family and I have been partying in the streets every night. The fun that I’ve had here has helped me get my mind off of Don Tirri, who’s about as enjoyable to see as an old Vance Isaac Parker acting reel.
His mood goes from jovial to annoyed as he looks away for a second to collect his thoughts.
Driller Jaworski: Look at me. I forgot all about Don and now that I’ve mentioned him again, my whole mood has soured.
He takes a sip of his beer.
Driller Jaworski: You know, Tirri, they say that pride comes before the fall. They say that pride is one of the seven deadly sins. I have to admit that you have triggered my pride with the things that you’ve said about me over the last few weeks. That’s why I’ve asked my brothers, Eric and Dexter, not to put their hands on you tonight unless you physically provoke them, because I want to prove that not only can I drop you on your head, but that I can beat you one on one.
You see, I don’t plan on falling due to my pride, Don. I don’t plan on dying due to my pride. I plan on kicking your ass and taking away that Glory Championship because it’s valuable to you and it’ll drive you absolutely crazy to see me holding it. That’s going to personally satisfy me.
Now, I know that you think you’re a better person than me because you’re not excessive in your violence. You talk about not crossing the line. First of all, there is no line. Whatever line that you’ve created, that’s your own personal standard, and I don’t live by your standards, pal. I know that you challenged me to look back at the history of your career and find a moment where you crossed “the line” and beat someone excessively. I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to lie and say that I know your career that well. I’m not going to sit here and say that I’m going to watch 25 years worth of footage, trying to pick out where you may have gone too far.
But let’s just say you’re being honest and you’ve never been “excessive,” that you’ve never gone after an opponent after the bell has ended the match. You know what I say to that? “So what?” Are you any better than me because you stop at the bell and I don’t? No. Let’s be honest with ourselves. What we do in the ring is barbaric. It’s savage. It’s brutal. We’re committing violence against each other. And why do we do it? Well, for me, it gets me off. But I also do it for the same reason that you and everyone else in this sport does it: it satisfies the bloodlust of the average Joe in the stands. These people that come and see professional wrestling want to see people get hurt. They want to see an injury. You think it matters to them if it happens in a match or after a match? No. At the end of the day, all they want to see is violence. Do you think it matters to them if you commit violence through a Chokeout or if I do it by cracking someone’s orbital bone and dropping them on a chair? No, it doesn’t.
So don’t act like what you do is any more honorable than what I do. Don’t act like you’re more of a “professional” than me, as if I don’t get paid to do this just like you. Let’s forget all the bullshit and all the talk about who’s savage or animalistic. Let’s talk about how we feel about each other. You hate me and I hate you, and tonight, we get to stand across the ring from each other. It’s too bad that it has to be in a ten-person tag because I don’t want to wait for someone to tag me in if you’re in that ring. I want to jump in there and rip you apart.
However, good things come to those who wait, so I’ll stand on that apron like a good little Driller and wait until one of my “partners” slaps my hand and lets me have a piece of you. And remember, I’m someone who likes to be excessive, so it won’t just be a piece I take out of you. I’m going to take PIECES out of you. I’m going to take CHUNKS out of you; but I won’t tear you apart completely. No, no. I will leave some of you left. I’ll leave just enough for me to play with inside the steel cage, whenever One Wrestle Movement deems it necessary for you and I to have that match.
And if you believe that you’ve had enough and don’t want to stand inside the ring with me anymore tonight, I invite you to tag in Ms. Drew, because lord knows I still hold a grudge against her for stealing the spotlight from me at Legendary 15. That’s right. She may be at day 100-something of her World Title reign, but I remember the night she won it and how everybody remembered that and not the greatest physical exhibition in the history of professional wrestling, The Five Minute Drill. If she and I are in the ring tonight, I’m going to show her why The Five Minute Drill was a more momentous event than her title victory and she’s going to say to me “Driller, I apologize. My World Title win paled in comparison to the destruction you caused inside the ring. Forgive me.” And you know how I’ll answer? By dropping on her head over and over again until I’m satisfied!
And if Tirri tags in Bianca Davis, then she’ll have to get dropped on her head, too, even though she has wonderful skin and I’d love to know the kind of moisturizer she uses. I’ll have to forgo my own vanity for this one night because for me, satisfying The Compulsion is a higher priority than skin care.
Of course, Tirri could tag in Eric or Dexter, and in that case, maybe I’ll just ignore the rules over who’s the legal man, drag Tirri back into the ring, and beat on him some more.
Whatever happens tonight in this powder keg of a tag match, I will be standing when it’s all said and done. And Tirri? Well, he’ll have to drag his ass back home to Helsinki and try to find the will to live long enough to step into the cold, unforgiving, and ruthless steel cage…
He finishes his beer and slams it on the table.
Driller:...WITH ME!
The accordion player suddenly appears next to Driller’s table.
Accordion Player: Mi scusi, signore, but would you mind keeping it down so other people can enjoy the performance?
Driller shoots up and flips over the table. The other spectators are stunned and gasp.
Driller Jaworski: Fuck your stupid-ass accordion!
He rips the accordion away from the man, slams it to the ground, and stomps on it, putting his boot through it before marching away. The accordion player looks stunned and yells to Driller as he walks away.
Accordion Player: Vaffanculo!
Streaming the 15th of Every Month
The Ginger Ninja is walking backstage amongst the production trailers and RVs outside of the ancient colosseum with a bit of a skip in her step, getting ready for her match when who does she find standing before her but none other than Ursula Von Rossbach. Both are in their gear and looking eager, ready to go. She looks up at her old rival and friend with a slightly arched brow.
Molly Hatchet: Ursula.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Ms. O’Hatherine.
Molly shoots her a grin.
Molly Hatchet: Call me Hatchet.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Fine. Ms. Hatchet.
Molly Hatchet: I saw what ye’ wer sayin’ earlier. Sooooo it’s fuck everyone or just a select few?
Ursula crosses her arms over her chest.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I tire of liars and hypocrites, Molly. Is there a reason you are stopping me with idle conversation or may I continue along.
Molly reaches up and pats Ursula’s arm. This earns her an arched brow from the otherwise indifferently expressed woman.
Molly Hatchet: I agree with you to a certain extent. Griffin’s a fuckwit sometimes, sure, but he means well and the Regulators are just frustrated. They’ll come ‘round. I’d say-
Suddenly Ursula brings a hand up and places it over Molly’s lips, interrupting her.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Shhhhh…. Do not be an apologist for them. I know you allow friendly feelings for others to cloud your judgement. It is why you find yourself betrayed by so-called friends so often. You are too trusting, old friend. Might I suggest you open your eyes and pay closer attention to what others are saying and doing.
The Lady Terminator removes her finger. Molly gives a small nod, tilting her head to the side while looking up at Ursula.
Molly Hatchet: Where do we stand? Are you still Clan?
Ursula Von Rossbach: That depends largely on the choices you make. You have not given me any reasons to stand against you, yet. For now, simply trust that you are not a potential target.
Ursula then starts to walk past Molly, who grabs her arm. She stops, looking down at the freckled redhead’s taped hand gripping her bicep, then looks her directly in her eyes.
Molly Hatchet: I know it’s in your heart and takin’ firm hold, but I ask that ya’ think of everythin’ ye’ve been through over these last few years and what ye’ve gained as opposed ta’ what ye’ might lose if you fully give in to the monster we both know is inside you. Lash looks up to ye’ like a mentor and Arley Kirk’s been a dear friend to ye.
Molly leans up on the tips of her toes, getting as close to Ursula’s face as possible.
Molly Hatchet: Donnae’ give up on them…
Ursula tilts her head slightly, then pulls her arm free from Molly’s grip.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are precious.
She continues on her path, The Ginger Ninja looking after her with concern in her eyes….
Tag Team Debut Match
Totally Extra (Harmony Sparkle and Victoria McKenzie) vs. Kali Kartel (Greta Nyx and Solomon Monster)
The bell sounds and the four competitors meet in the middle of the ring at a full run, Greta crashing into Victoria McKenzie while Harmony collides with Solomon Monster. Greta and Victoria start trading punches while Solomon and Harmony start to grapple, Solomon takes a standing switch into a waistlock that then drops down into a roll-up.
One...
Two...kick out.
Taj: Solomon displaying some technical wrestling.
America: You’re such a hater, Taj. Solomon has forgotten more wrestling moves than most of the roster knows!
Greta blasts Victoria and Victoria fires back. Greta returns fire, Victoria does as well. Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria! Harmony pops up and nails Greta in the back allowing Victoria to pull her down into an inside cradle.
One...
Two...kick out.
Harmony charges at the Kali Kartel members as they back up by the far ropes. Harmony comes on and Victoria and Solomon elevate her with a backdrop over the top rope! Harmony crashes to the floor, landing flat on her face and stomach! The referee steps in and demands one or the other off. Victoria rushes in and knocks Solomon over the top as well! Solomon tumbles down and lands next to Harmony. Victoria clocks Greta and Greta fires back. Victoria bounces off the ropes and jumps up into a Superman punch. Greta goes down hard and Victoria jumps on top for a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Totally Extra are taking it to Kali Kartel here tonight!
America: You expected something different?
Taj: I don’t know what I expected but...
America: So you haven’t been paying attention, I see. Typical!
Greta and Victoria get to their feet and start trading shots again. Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria, Greta, Victoria! Greta looks for another one but Victoria ducks and Harmony grabs the ropes causing Greta to tumble to the floor! Solomon starts to climb back into the ring only for Harmony to grab his ankle. Solomon tries to kick Harmony off, Victoria grabbing her partner by her wrist to try and pull Solomon back into the ring while Harmony pulls to try and bring Solomon back to the floor. Greta starts to stand up and Solomon kicks again. Harmony falls loose but tries to grab Solomon’s foot again. Victoria pulls Solomon halfway in. Harmony starts to climb after him. Greta dives into the ring as the referee goes to count on the other wrestlers.
One...
Two…
Victoria pulls on Solomon, Harmony pulls the other way. Victoria tries to pull harder as the referee continues to count.
Three...
Four...
Five...
Harmony pulls and Victoria almost loses her grip on Solomon.
Six....
Seven...
Eight...
Victoria releases her grip. Solomon and Harmony fall back to the arena floor at ringside. Suddenly from the crowd, Three Card Monty dives into the ring, sees Greta and drops her with his Double Down (Judas Effect)!
Taj and America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
3CM rolls out of the ring and jumps the railing again. Victoria McKenzie staggers over, grabs Greta and hits Queen Victoria's Coronation (old school spike piledriver)!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Taj: What… the...
America: OH THIS IS SOME BULL---
Torres: The winners of this match...Harmony Sparkles and Victoria McKenzie….Totally Extra!
A pre-recorded segment begins playing, showing a virtual ghost town of a gym. Of note, there was a hundred meter straightaway on one end of the building one would use for sprint practice, and on the other side there was a bunch of cinder blocks setup on a table. Joining us now, is our star of the show, and adorned in a sleeveless muscle shirt with a giant Mountain Dew Zero logo emblazoned on the front, it’s…
Vance Issac Parker: Miss me? It’s your host with the most, everybody’s favorite young upstart to One Wrestle Movement, the most V-I-Popular kid on the block, that’s right, Vance Isaac Parker!
He pauses a moment for the sound of obviously canned applause to be played for his entry into what, clearly, is an empty gym. Along with the now infamous sponsorship t-shirt, Vance wore his double pinstripe track pants with purple and white running shoes.
Vance Issac Parker: Folks I come here today because later this evening, I have an extra special contest ahead of myself. Today marks the sixth Legendary I’ll have been a part of, that’s six months with a company that had a pool running that bet I’d quit after my first match. And in that time, I still haven’t actually had one pinfall of my own volition to-date. But I’m still here, I’m still grinding, and every day I try, learn, and put in one-hundred-ten percent of the effort into being the best One Dub entertainer I can possibly become. Part of that is by taking on all comers the office sets in front of me. And that’s what brings me here, today, right here in this gymnasium in my hometown of Boca Raton, Florida. Y’see, many would have written me off once they saw I drew the ‘unlucky straw’ to fight the Lady Terminator herself, Ursula Von Rossbach.
VIP walks over to the sprint area with the camera following behind.
Vance Issac Parker: Now, why is that? Ursula is a strong, fierce competitor, and a lot of that strength comes from her lightning ferocious speed with which she can deliver such powerful blows. Ah ha! But I have a plan. If I can just manage to outspeed her, then perhaps I can land the first shot that allows me to dictate the pace of the match. Which brings me to my first exhibit here. This is a one-hundred meter dash, and the purpose here is to demonstrate how quickly I can make this sprint, and hopefully to make it in under Ursula’s own time. Ready?
Vance approaches the starting line and gets into a lunge position as he awaits the sound of an airhorn to finally start him off. Step after step he finally, after making a live leap actually throwing himself over the finish line, lands chest first on a crash pad at the end of the run, panting heavily and rapidly as the cameraman approaches with the stopwatch.
Vance Issac Parker: What...was my….time?
To which he replied “eighteen point six seconds.”
Vance Issac Parker: That’s...all? Ohmygosh that’s…………………...well I have a lot of work to do. But no matter, there’s still days before this humongous match!
The camera fades, and when it returns Vance is shown in the same clothes as earlier, this time with a certain darkened silhouette around his chest and under arms that would be representative of perspiration, and with a white towel around his neck and a half full water bottle in his hand. This time however, he is on the other side of the abandoned gymnasium.
Vance Issac Parker: Oh. Hello there again. As you saw earlier, I am working on my speed for this initial confrontation with Ursula Von Rossbach, and while I still have a lot of work to do, I’ve come over here to take a break and work on a different part of my regimen; strength. It’s well known that Ursula is an intimidatingly strong competitor, with urban legends suggesting she once caused an auto collision with her one fist and a car...and she walked away without a scratch! Now, looking at me, it’s obvious that I do not have the muscle mass that Ursula does...but that’s why we train!
Vance gestures to the side revealing a pair of cinder blocks set up on a very sturdy table spaced equidistant from each other. Laid across the top of them was a simple sheet of plywood just large enough to bridge the gap between the blocks.
Vance Issac Parker: Now, I’m sure Ursula could place a stone in this place and just willfully break it with her mind, and I’m really happy for her and I’ma let her finish, but today is about my journey to learning how to match strength with the Lady Terminator herself.
Vance turns to the plywood and clears his mind with a long breath of relief. He presses his hands together and, with a fluid motion, brings his right hand across the board with an overhand chop, breaking the piece in two! Right on cue, a round of [canned] cheers is inserted into the background as if he had a whole audience watching his training.
Vance Issac Parker: Now, that was just the practice shot. Bring on the real demonstration!
Vance’ cameraman steps forward and places a rough hewn rock across the two cinder blocks, then steps back. The rock itself looked to be some sort of rose quartz - certainly a bit “soft” by comparison to other rocks found in nature, but much much more sturdy than the plywood he had just broken earlier.
Vance Issac Parker: Folks, you’re all going to witness me make history. With just my hand, I am going to mirror Ursula Von Rossbach and break this rock in half! Then Ursula will view me as her physical equal, someone capable of going move-for-move with someone as strong as herself, right? Ready, everyone?
Vance turns to the stone and takes a deep breath. He then takes a longer look at the stone and takes an even longer breath. He presses his hands together and, with a fluid motion, brings his right hand across the rock with an overhand chop...and the camera fades out! When it fades back in, we see the rock is sitting on the table, very cleanly split in two, with VIP standing over it with both hands in the air like he just won the lottery!
Vance Issac Parker: Yay, I did it! And in this moment, I’d like to thank my Mom, I’d like to thank my Pops, and I’d like to thank my --
Suddenly the camera shifts to catch a glimmer of an open package that says “ACME Rock Cutter” across the side of it, before doing a quick jump cut back to VIP.
Vance Issac Parker: There you have it, folks. We all know how strong Ursula is, and after my incredible feat of strength, we can only speculate on what I can do now! What’s gonna happen when the Lady Terminator Ursula Von Rossbach goes toe-to-toe with Mr VIPopular himself, Vance Isaac Parker? Well, that’s my secret I’ll never tell. You’ll have to watch Legendary Twenty live from the Coliseum in Rome, to find out! It’s Titan versus Titan, the Immovable Object versus The Irresistible Force, it’s Ursula versus Vance, and most importantly it’s LIVE only at Legendary Twenty! Buy it now!
Three Way Dance Match
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Page vs. Matthew “Raven” Knox vs. “Ginger Ninja” Molly Hatchet
The three stand equidistant away from each other in the center of the ring, waiting to see who was going to be the first person to “jump”. Molly would be that person and after one heck of an eye roll she fires off a hard slap to Tiffany Paige and then Matthew Knox. Tiffany then hits her with a bitch slap before firing off a superkick to Matthew whole rolls under the bottom rope, dropping to the arena floor. She then turns her attention back to Molly and the two start going at it like two Karens fighting over a TV on Black Friday, trading blows back and forth as they fight from one end of the ring to the other. Eventually, Tiffany is able to get the upper hand, quickly hitting Molly with side suplex after countering Molly’s attempt at a back elbow smash. Molly sputters on the mat, allowing Tiffany to hit a cartwheel into a backflip knee drop that lands directly in Molly’s abdomen.
One…
Two…
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: These three are really bringing it tonight!
America: Meh...
Visibly frustrated, Tiffany starts climbing the turnbuckle, perching herself at the top and checking on the still fallen Molly. She launches herself off the top… only to be met with Molly’s knees being driven into her ribs as she comes falling down. Molly quickly scrambles for the cover, but before the referee can start counting, she’s pulled off Tiffany by Matthew who’s gotten himself back into the ring. Matthew pulls Molly up to her feet, but she’s ready, firing off a back elbow smash that lands flush against his temple. Molly quickly follows this up with a springboard arm drag that sends Matthew across the ring. He slowly gets up to his feet and Molly charges forward, looking for a jumping knee to chin shot, but Matthew ducks out of the way and fires off a roundhouse kick that seems to knock Molly out!
Taj: OH WOW!
America: Damn that kick echoed!
Tiffany comes staggering back into the match and Matthew meets her with a roundhouse kick as well, ringing her bell! Tiffany tries to mount a comeback by hitting Matthew with a series of forearm smashes. But eventually Matthew charges for a running knee lift. He then hoists her onto his shoulders and hits her with Into the Void (GTS into roundhouse kick). He goes to cover Tiffany but is caught off guard by Molly who hits him with Ginger Ninja Death Drop (satellite DDT). She then pulls Tiffany up to her feet and hits her with a Northern Lights suplex pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: Here is your winner… MOLLY HATCHET!
Taj: Molly pulls off the miracle win tonight!
America: A much needed win if you asked me.
Singles Match
“VIP” Vance Isaac Parker vs. "Terminator" Ursula Von Rossbach
The fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the beginning of the match. They show their support for both wrestlers as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
VIP and Ursula both approach one another near the center of the ring. They circle around each other and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up in the center of the ring and begin to struggle for the advantage. Ursula is able to take control, shoving VIP back against the ropes. She hits him in the chest with a hard chop, and then a second, before shooting VIP across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
When VIP returns on the rebound, Ursula lifts him into the air and slams him to the mat with a military press! Before VIP can make it back up to his feet, Ursula almost immediately tries to lock him into The Great Lock (steep angled wrenching full nelson camel clutch)! VIP’s eyes go wide as he desperately looks around the ring before realizing he’s in position to grab the ropes.
Taj: It’s not often that Ursula goes for that as early as she did!
America: It was actually a smart, veteran move...see if you can get in the kid’s head and throw him off his game! I like it!
UVR smirks ever so slightly before pulling herself back up to her feet. VIP does the same and the two begin to circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear once again. This time, however, VIP is much more aggressive when it comes to making his own opening. He steps forward and catches UVR in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third! UVR stumbles back from the impact. VIP quickly steps forward and tries to hit UVR with an enziguri. UVR ducks underneath the attempt. VIP creates space between the two of them as UVR steps to close the gap---only to have VIP leap into the air and hit her with a dropkick! VIP smiles as UVR pulls herself back up to her feet. VIP immediately closes the gap once again, hitting UVR with an European uppercut! He then slams her down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep and hooks the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...UVR kicks out!
Taj: If Vance can keep this up…
America: It’ll just prove he only sucks at commentating!
The fans show their support for both wrestlers in the ring. UVR again tries to drag herself back up to her feet. VIP grabs hold of UVR and locks her into a side headlock to try and wear her down. UVR fights her way out of VIP’s grasp with a few elbow shots. She shoves VIP away. VIP staggers as UVR charges at him from behind and lifts VIP into the air. She tries to slam him to the mat with a belly to back suplex! VIP flips out of UVR’s grasp and lands on his feet behind her. Smirking, he steps forward and kicks UVR in the face with a superkick! VIP drops down and hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
UVR starts to drag herself back up to her feet as VIP runs at her and hits her with a knee trembler! Before UVR can regain her balance, VIP grabs her and goes for a backslide.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow!
America: Would you believe that Ursula is apparently struggling right now? Because I wouldn’t if I wasn’t watching it!
UVR steps back to the ropes and uses them to bring herself back up to her feet. VIP refuses to give UVR so much as an inch to work with---running forward and trying to keep the momentum alive. Unfortunately for him, UVR gets a foot in the air and boots VIP in the jaw! VIP staggers back a few steps but quickly recovers and charges at UVR once again. This time, UVR is ready for him---lifting VIP into the air and slamming him down to the mat with a gorilla press slam! The fans give a mixed reaction for UVR as she hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Are some of these fans booing Ursula?
VIP tries to bring himself back up to his feet, but can’t before UVR bounces off of the ropes and lands on VIP with a running legdrop! She bounces off of the ropes again and hits VIP with a second for good measure, hooking the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Watching these two wrestle is so much fun!
America: If it keeps Vance from tweeting or running his mouth then I’m all for it!
UVR shakes her head as she reaches down and grabs hold of VIP. She tries to hoist VIP into the air so that she can slam him down to the mat with a brainbuster, but VIP blocks the attempt by hitting UVR with a knee strike! He quickly delivers a series of chops to UVR to create space between the two of them.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
UVR fights through the pain of the strikes and grabs hold of VIP, shooting him across the ring. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet VIP on the rebound, only to have VIP catch her by surprise with a handspring enziguri! The fans show their appreciation for the show of athleticism before VIP hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Ohmigosh I thought was a three!
America: Could you imagine how much more insufferable VIP would be if he would have won just now?!
VIP briefly enjoys the response that he’s receiving from the fans. He waits for UVR to start dragging herself back up to her feet before running at the ropes. He springboards off of them and hits UVR with a crossbody block! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Ursula kicks out!
VIP smirks as he grabs hold of Ursula and tries to drag her back up to her feet. He bounces off of the ropes and tries to line Ursula up for a slingblade---only to have Ursula cut off his attempts with The Great Slap (a downward one handed slap to the face that drives ANY opponent straight to the floor)!
America: Is he dead?! I hope he’s dead!
The fans are on their feet jeering as UVR grabs hold of VIP and drags him up to his feet. Seconds later, she plants him on the mat with a devastating The Von Terminator (Ursula spins her opponent around, locks on a double chicken wing, lifts them up in the air, then squats down, leaps with a surprising amount of height for her bulk, and drives her opponent chest and face first to the canvas in brutal fashion)!
America: If he wasn’t dead before he’s dead now for sure!
UVR hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREEE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match... Ursula Von Rossbach!!!
Taj: It was a good effort from Vance and he has to be proud about the way that he wrestled.
America: Still, in the end...Vance sucks in everything he does for 1WM!
The scene cuts backstage to Victoria Salinas who is in an extremely positive mood. Obviously, the wins that she has been picking up lately have certainly boosted her confidence. But, as she takes in the environment that she finds herself in, she’s certainly feeling happy and to some degree, nostalgic. Still, she knows that she has to be all business as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: Before I talk about the match at hand and recent events, I just wanted to say that it feels AMAZING to FINALLY wrestle in Rome again. It’s been how long? More than a decade. I know Coda pointed out that I talk about the past and I do. I blog about it. I don’t see it as a bad thing because I feel like I am merely sharing my experiences with the audience since I have so MANY of them to talk about. The first time I ever wrestled on a Pay-Per-View was right here in Rome which I won, but damn, at that time, nobody knew who I was. There were not many high expectations of me. It’s extremely similar to my journey here in 1WM so far. I came in and there were not THAT many people that knew who I was. Sure, Griffin Hawkins played me up as a huge deal and I appreciate that he did that. But before I got here, who even recognized me honestly? Griffin did. Coda did. Molly probably did. There were likely a few others but I’m not going to start naming a whole list. Like back then when I first wrestled in Rome, I have been truly making my mark ever since coming to 1WM.
I mean, look at the matches that I just fought: Ursula and Molly.
Those two women are two of the toughest bitches on the roster. As you remember, so few gave me a chance to win ONE of those two matches let alone win both of them and yet that’s precisely what I did. I admit that going into that week, I was quite shaky, confidence wise. There was that little piece of me that JUST wasn’t sure if I had it in me to even beat Ursula, who took so much out of me and then after that, I wasn’t sure if I had enough left in me to beat Molly. Now here I stand, going into this match with Coda with a BUNCH of momentum. It’s crazy. I really feel that I am starting to hit my stride here and I know that big things are ahead for me. Coda though… I know she’s going to be tough…
She’s been a decorated veteran everywhere she’s been and she has had a tendency to make the most out of some unfavorable situation. As someone that was actually on the same roster as her prior to 1WM… on the same FACTION no less… I know how tough she is. I know that when it comes time to take care of business that’s what she does. I know that she, Molly and Ursula are all tight. She may even be the toughest of the three. I definitely wouldn’t call myself the favorite going into this thing, but you all know that when the chips are down, and when the spotlight is the brightest and the stage is the biggest, that I shine the greatest. I respect Coda a hell of a lot and I know we have that slight history, but I am here for one reason and one reason only and that is to win. This is a momentum that I know in my heart, I can continue to maintain as I climb the ladder here. Coda, you may be my toughest match to date here, but that doesn’t mean that I have to be intimidated by you.
I’m not.
And trust me when I say that I’m not living in the past or settling for a nostalgia trip here either. What I am focused on is the NOW and what I have to do TONIGHT to continue to show that I belong on this roster and that I can hang with the best of the best. What I am focusing on NOW is continuing to build the amazing future that I know I have in this company and I know that if I am going to be a champion here, it’s going to be wrestlers of YOUR caliber that I am going to have to overcome on a frequent basis.
So bring on the test! I’m refreshed and ready to go after that gauntlet with Ursula and Molly. Tonight? You’re going to realize how TRULY UNBREAKABLE my iron spirit is!
Victoria maintains her confidence and determination. The fire in her eyes is clearly visible as she leaves the scene and the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Victoria Salinas vs. "The Pint Size Keiju" Coda
The referee signals for the bell. Victoria and Coda circle each other. Coda moves in a bit, trying to lock up, but backs away as Victoria throws a few quick kicks. Coda moves back in which allows Victoria to unload with a series of martial arts strikes. She connects with a hard kick, knocking Coda back.
Taj: These two know each other well; being members in a group together years ago in a different company.
America: You’re really expecting me to care about these two vanilla wafers, Taj?! Coda continues to stand in the shadow of her equally boring partner while Victoria is more huge up on transgressions from her past in other companies.
Victoria keeps on the attack, but Coda catches her with a kick to the midsection and follows with a snap DDT. The Pint Sized Keiju goes for a quick cover, but Victoria just as quickly kicks out.
Taj: Coda going for the early pin attempt.
America: Smart veteran move honestly.
Getting to her feet, Coda moves into position and connects with a palm strike. Victoria rolls out of the ring onto the floor and tries to pick herself up. Coda follows her out and connects with a knee to the midsection, going for a double arm underhook suplex, pulling Victoria near the announce table.
Taj: This could be bad.
America: I'm surprised at how aggressive Coda is being right now.
Victoria manages to block the attempt and connects with a high kick. She launches a series of kicks to Coda, connecting to a roundhouse, taking Coda down. Victoria catches her with a flying headscissors takedown and then rolls back into the ring to break the count. Sliding back out, Victoria is caught by Coda with a legsweep! Coda tosses Victoria back into the ring before sliding in herself. She lifts Victoria up in order to drop her with a vertical suplex. Coda covers.
One…
Two...kick out!
Trying to keep the momentum going on her side, Coda grabs Victoria but Victoria is able to flip herself, landing on her feet, and connecting with a series of kicks and a spinning heel kick. Victoria tries to shoot Coda into the ropes, but she reverses. Victoria manages to duck a strike attempt and connects with a tornado DDT. She then shoots the ropes to follow with a Phoenixsault. Victoria hooks the leg for a pin.
One…
Two...kick out!
Taj: Victoria almost had it that time, but Coda is not so easy to keep down.
America: You know I heard some rumors that Coda was being primed for a World Heavyweight Championship run a couple months ago but her unwillingness to work another program derailed it.
Taj: You really shouldn’t listen to watercooler gossip, America.
Wasting no time, Victoria shoots Coda into the corner and connects with a running knee to the face. She starts to throw a few kicks to Coda’s chest, then one to her head, knocking her down. Quickly turning, Victoria goes for a standing moonsault, but Coda gets her knees up and blocks the attempt!
Trying to regain the momentum, Coda gets to her feet and goes for a running senton, but Victoria is able to roll out of the way. Coda ducks the roundhouse kick and shoots Victoria into the ropes. She bounces off and connects with a springboard dropkick. Victoria covers.
One…
Two...kick out!
Taj: And now Victoria refuses to stay down!
Coda tries not to look surprised as she gets to her feet and moves into position. Victoria is able to move out of the way and shoots the ropes, connecting with a flying crossbody. Once back to her feet, she tries for a standing roundhouse kick, but Coda has it well scouted, causing Victoria to miss. Victoria catches her with a hurricanrana instead and hooks the legs to cover.
One…
Two…
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Victoria caught Coda by surprise and almost got her!
America: She's good. I admit. Still hung up on the past though.
The Symphony of Destruction member gets to her feet. Victoria connects with Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)! She hooks both legs on the cover.
Taj: This could be it!
One...
Two...
Three!
Victoria quickly rolls out of the ring and leans against the barricade as the referee slides out to raise her hand.
Torres: Here is your winner...Victoria Salinas!
Taj: Victoria has beaten Coda and continues her undefeated streak in 1WM!
America: What the hell just happened?!
The fans cheer as Victoria is announced as the winner. She starts to head up the ramp, looking back into the ring where Coda is looking at her.
Episode Two Coming Soon
Scene cuts backstage to the trailer shared by Damon and Aurora Graves, where the Fallen Angels can be seen in their ring gear, conversing before their match. Aurora is holding a bottle of water in her hand, taking the occasional sip. She shoots a quick glance at her phone just long enough to make a note of the time before tossing it into her gear bag as she looks at her husband.
Aurora Graves: How much time do we have before the match?
Damon hooks his thumbs onto the front pockets of his pants, furrowing his brow as he ponders the question.
Damon Graves: Enough time for a bit of a strategy session…
Aurora smiles.
Aurora Graves: You read my mind.
Damon gives his wife a quick wink as he leans against the wall.
Damon Graves: (chuckling) Great minds and all that, Harley.
Aurora’s smile fades as she stuffs one hand into her jacket pocket, mildly rolling her eyes as she shrugs.
Aurora Graves: So, may as well start off with our “teammates”, babe…
Damon’s eyes narrow as a bit of a sneer forms on his face.
Damon Graves: Gonna go for the most obvious first…
Aurora Graves: Jaworski?
There’s a hint of a growl in her voice, even as she seems to recoil in disgust at the mere mention of his name.
Damon Graves: Yup. Big, strong, sadistic…. And dumb as a fucking rock.
Aurora nods her head at her husband’s accurate description of the largest member of their team. She shrugs her shoulders, shaking her head at the prospect of him standing across the ring from his own so-called “brothers.”
Aurora Graves: He’s a member of the Kartel; that alone proves your point. DEFINITELY not trustworthy…
He nods his head in agreement.
Damon Graves: Next on the list, Rei Park. Solid in the ring…
Aurora pulls her hand from her pocket, running it through her long blonde hair as she lets her head fall backward, sighing as she talks.
Aurora Graves: ...but best friends with Jenn Drew. Not sure what’ll happen if they have to face off in the ring, so that throws another variable into the mix.
Another nod from Damon as Aurora turns her azure gaze back toward her husband.
Damon Graves: Lastly, we’ve got Jacob Striker. We’re lucky that Ian was able to fill me in on this guy...
Aurora tilts her head to the side in curiosity as she puts a hand on her hip.
Aurora Graves: What info were you able to get from your cousin?
Damon Graves: Probably the best technician out of everyone in the match, but he has a tendency to look out for himself…
Aurora smirks as they both make their way toward the door.
Aurora Graves: Don’t we all?
Damon Graves: Point taken. What it all boils down to is that the only ones we can truly trust are ourselves…
Damon opens the door leading out into the hallway, gesturing for his wife to go through first. With a smile, Aurora steps out into the hallway, booping Damon on the nose before he follows her out.
Aurora Graves: As usual. We got enough time to go over the people on the other side of this clusterfuck?
Damon Graves: Yes. Who did you wanna start with?
Aurora Graves: May as well start with the obvious…
Damon scoffs as he starts rubbing his hands together.
Damon Graves: You mean the twatwaffles that are keeping the Tag Team belts warm for us?
Aurora offers another smirk as she nods her head.
Aurora Graves: That’d be them. We know that in a straight up match, we can beat them…
Damon shakes his head.
Damon Graves: Unfortunately, you were right on the money when you called this match a clusterfuck. We already know that the Calloways don’t wanna face off against Jaworski. They’re gonna probably be like vultures in this match, picking their opportunities to lay in a few shots, but not do much of the real work.
Aurora Graves: What about Bianca Davis?
Damon points a finger upward, as if uttering a non-verbal “actually” before draping his arm around his wife’s shoulders. He pulls her closer to him, if for nothing else than to make sure the words exchanged between them remain between them.
Damon Graves: She’s another one that I was able to get a little more information on from Ian.
Aurora gives Damon a bit of side-eye, knowing that such information didn’t come cheap, even if it did come from family.
Aurora Graves: What do we owe him for this intel?
Damon clicks his tongue and chuckles a little.
Damon Graves: Already sent him a couple of bottles of his favorite bourbon. According to Ian, via his wife, Davis is more personality than talent…
Aurora Graves: And from what I’ve witnessed, she has the personality of a Barbie doll…
Aurora takes a final sip from the water bottle in her hand.
Damon Graves: ...and probably the same chemical composition.
Damon’s words immediately trigger a fountain of water spewing forth from Aurora’s mouth, followed by a sputtering combination of a laugh and a cough. Thankfully, they pass a bathroom, where Aurora stops and slips inside.
Aurora Graves: I just need a minute to dry off.
The door closes behind her, and Damon leans against the wall to wait for her. Not even a minute later, the door swings back open, and Aurora emerges, with only a few barely noticeable streaks of water on her jacket. Aurora frowns at her husband.
Aurora Graves: Damn it, Damon, you almost made me lose my train of thought.
Damon offers an apologetic smile as they resume their walk down the hallway.
Damon Graves: Next, we’ve got Don Tirri…
Aurora nods her head.
Aurora Graves: Out of the whole bunch of them, probably the only one that’s taking the match seriously.
Damon Graves: Yeah, at least we know he’s actually gonna participate, unlike Drew, who we know is gonna put in the least amount of effort possible. If she tries to get herself counted out, I will personally throw her entitled ass back into that ring. So, now that we’ve gone over everyone, do you think we need to alter our game plan at all?
Aurora Graves: Not in the slightest. We stick to the usual plan…
Damon Graves: Face everything head-on. We do our part, even if we know that some of the others won’t do theirs….
Aurora Graves: Works for me.
The pair pass close by Catering.
Damon Graves: Want to grab another water?
An evil grin spreads across Aurora’s face.
Aurora Graves: Sure, if you want me to dump it on your head….
Both of them get a laugh out of her response as they continue to make their way backstage. Scene cuts back to ringside.
Singles Match
"Bakersfield Butcher" Jack Riggs vs. Griffin Hawkins
Suddenly "AFFLUENZA" by 3TEETH plays as Bodhi Bose, dressed in a stylish referee shirt makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD?! I THOUGHT BODHI WAS REFEREEING THE MAIN EVENT?!
America: Oh this match just got a whole lot better and a whole lot worse for Griffin!
Bodhi and a shocked Griffin exchange glares before Bodhi and Jack pound fist in solidarity. Bodhi then makes his way over to Griffin and forcibly searches him for foreign objects.
Taj: The audacity of Bodhi took search Griffin!
America: What?! He’s being a fair and balanced referee. Strength and honor and all that jazz.
Taj: Yeah right.
Satisfied with his search, Bodhi calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
The two competitors lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Griffin goes to pull Riggs in for a Muay Thai clinch and goes for a knee. Riggs slithers out of the grip and ducks away as the knee misses his head by mere millimeters. Griffin goes for a kick with his other leg but Riggs blocks it and spins away. Griffin goes for a spinning heel kick. Riggs ducks out of the way and Griffin follows with a spinning backfist. Riggs tries but cannot escape the impact and eats the backfist. Riggs falls to one knee and Griffin goes for a rolling cradle. In the corner Bodhi is seemingly flirting with a young woman in the first row of the audience.
Taj: What is Bodhi doing? Pay attention to the match, sir!
America: I believe that’s called good talent/fan relations, Taj. You should try it sometimes.
Finally realizing the pin attempt, Bodhi slowly walks over to make the count.
One...kick out.
Taj: This is crazy!
America: What?!
Both men get to their feet and Bodhi steps between them, slowing down the action by asking Riggs “if he’s okay to continue?” Riggs nods “yes” before he sneakily catches Griffin with an axehandle blow from behind Bodhi. Riggs drops for the cover and Bodhi is instantly on the count.
One…
Two...
Griffin REVERSES THE COVER!!!
One……..
Two…….Riggs kick out.
Taj: Bodhi with the quick count for Jack but the extremely slow count for Griffin.
America: What are you talking about, Taj?! Are you trying to say Bodhi isn’t calling this one fair?
Taj: YES!
Both men get to their feet. Griffin goes for a spinning heel kick. Riggs avoids it and Griffin jumps into a second attempt. Riggs moves even as Griffin continues to spin into more kicks. Finally, Riggs slides out to the floor and Griffin stops, the crowd cheering him on wildly.
Taj: My goodness, what a display from Griffin Hawkins!
America: And what did it get him?
Taj: Recognition from the crowd!
America: Call me when that’ll pay the bills, Taj!
Griffin starts to jump out to the floor and Riggs dives back in to avoid it. Griffin manages to land on his feet and turns, to dive back in after him. Riggs hits a baseball slide that sends Griffin flying into the barricade! Riggs gets to his feet and practically struts as the crowd boos at his arrogance. Griffin staggers up and dives into the ring. Riggs catches him coming in for an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!
One…….
Two………..
REVERSAL!!!
One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!
One……...
Two………..
REVERSAL!!!
One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!
One…….
Two……..
T...Riggs KICKS OUT!!!
America: WHAT A SERIES OF REVERSALS!
Taj: Of course when Bodhi is giving an extremely long count whenever Jack is being pinned!
Both men get to their feet with the crowd still cheering on in awe at the display. Hawkins runs Riggs to the ropes and connects with a clothesline and a running bulldog! He goes for the pin as Bodhi makes a nonchalant move to make the count..
One…...…
Two………….....
TH....KICK OUT!
Taj: Another long count by Bodhi!
America: Seems like a standard count to me.
Hawkins realizes he has to throw everything at Riggs in spite of the biased refereeing by Bodhi. Hakwins scoops Riggs up and throws him into the corner. He picks him up and places him on the top rope, but before he can climb Riggs gets a thumb to the eye! Griffin staggers back a little giving Riggs the chance to hit a tornado DDT! After Riggs gets up, he signals that this is the end. He grabs a prone Hawkins and goes for Big Trouble, but Hawkins manages to wiggle out of it and hits a backstabber! Griff goes to pin him, only to see Bodhi rolling Riggs out of the ring!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?! THIS BIASED BEHAVIOR HAS GONE TOO FAR!
America: Being a good referee, Bodhi is only ensuring that Jack can continue in the match. This is completely within the referee handbook, Taj.
Griffin hits the mat in frustration before getting up and into Bodhi’s face to argue. Riggs is getting up outside the ring. He shoves the timekeeper out of his seat, grabs the chair, and slides into the ring. Bodhi notices and raises his hands as if there is nothing he can do. Riggs holds the chair over his head, ready to bash Hawkins with it, but at the last second, Hawkins raises his arm and hits Riggs right between the legs! Bodhi sees the low blow and immediately calls for the bell, disqualifying Hawkins! Riggs goes down in a heap, holding his nether regions.
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification….Jack Riggs!
America: What kind of grown man hits another grown man in the nether regions?! Griffin is a coward and lowlife punk that should be forever banned from this sport!
Taj: You can’t be serious right now, America?
America: The hell I am!
Hawkins then sees the chair, a wild look is in his eyes as he grabs it. Riggs gets up as Hawkins SMASHES the chair right over his head! The crowd is loving it! Hawkins is glaring down at a fallen Riggs as Bodhi tries to pull the dented chair away from him. Hawkins rears back and SMASHES Bodhi!
Crowd: Oh cazzo! Oh cazzo! Oh cazzo!
Riggs and Bodhi look to be busted open. Riggs tries to get to his feet, but Hawkins hits him with the chair once again, sending him back down to the mat! He goes to do more damage, but sees The Headhunters and Driller Jaworski sprint down to the ring! Hawkins quickly slides out of the ring with the chair by the time they get in the ring. Eric swipes at him, shouting curse words at him as he gets out of their reach.
America: Thank goodness the rest of Kali Kartel showed up! And just like the chicken he is, Griffin hightails it out of here!
Dexter and Eric are checking on their fallen Kali Kartel comrade. From up the ramp, Hawkins shouts "You're next, asshole!" at Driller, who glares at Hawkins with an enraged look on his face as the show fades to a commercial.
Mickey Greer is backstage with Hawkins who is still pacing.
Mickey Greer: Griffin...tonight we saw...
He immediately cuts him off.
Griffin Hawkins: Am I funny to you Mickey? Am I funny like a clown? Are you laughing at me?!
He quickly shakes his head.
Mickey Greer: No..no of course not.
He calms down.
Griffin Hawkins: Good...you shouldn't be laughing. See, I can be funny...and I can be dangerous, and there wasn't a goddamn thing funny about what happened tonight. I am sick and fucking tired of the Kartel. They think I'm a joke..a stepping stone. But I'm not so funny tonight now am I? Was I Jack Riggs' stepping stone tonight? Ask him that when he wakes up. For the last few months, the Kartel has been running roughshod. Solomon's lackeys have done whatever they wanted, injured whoever they wanted, bullied whoever they wanted. But you know who I blame for this?
Mickey Greer: ...who?
Griffin Hawkins: ...I blame myself.
Mickey looks confused.
Griffin Hawkins: You look like you don't get what I'm saying..well let me explain it to you. Months ago the Kartel just consisted of a broken down bitter never was shell of a man who's out of touch with the wrestling world today..and two hanger ons who probably need permission from him to go to the bathroom. I focused on the World Title..thinking the three stooges will just dry up and go away. But before we knew it, they got bigger and bigger. This is no longer a faction..it's nothing more than a disease. I should have nipped this in the bud when I had a chance. Tonight I decided to take a stand. Ursula Von Rossbach told me today that if I wanna stay here, I gotta prove it to myself...and I think tonight was the start of that. The Kartel can do whatever the hell they want to me. They can put me through tables, they can jump me from behind, they can do whatever they want to me and flex about it on social media so they can feel like the bad asses they THINK are..but I will still be here, and I will still be in their face. There is nobody in that group that can retire me. This won't end until I am the last man standing. This isn't the Kartel show..this is 1..W...M!
The crowd can be heard cheering.
Griffin Hawkins: Make no mistake about it Mickey, one day, I will be 1WM World Heavyweight Champion whether the Samsons or any of the spineless pencil pushers in management like it or not. But right now my only focus is the Kartel. They need to be taken out once and for all. For that to happen, the people of 1WM needs to take this company back. That is why I am asking 4 warriors to stand by me in this battle. It doesn't matter if you like me..or hate me..but all I ask is you stand beside me and fight. If you want to see to it you have a future here in this company, then you need to do something about it. Don't let Solomon and his army of sycophants determine your future. I will say this though..whether I'm fighting alone..or with others..
He pulls the dented blood stained steel chair into the shot.
Griffin Hawkins: ....the hunt is on.
He walks away as we head back to the ring.
Singles Match
Justice Cross vs. "The Pain Maker" Cain Dominquez
“Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender plays through the arena’s PA system as Justice Cross makes her way to the ring accompanied by her new manager, Brianna Matthews.
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he is saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage on each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he walks down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground, takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Cain yells again as he shows his crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Taj: This is an interesting clash of styles with the Justice being so much smaller than Cain!
America: Cain is a might bit meaner too!
Taj: There is that as well.
America: Damn right!
“Dark Horse” by Our Last Night tears it’s way through the sound system as everyone turns their attention to the entrance stage. Astrid Samson comes onto the stage with a smile on her face and a swing in her hips. Reaching the top of the ramp, she puts her hand on her hip and gently licks her lips, flicking a section of her long blonde and pink hair behind her shoulder before she continues walking down towards the ring.
America: YES! This just got even more interesting.
Taj: Oh what the hell! Why is she coming out here?
America: Will you just shut it, Baby Butters? Astrid is probably just here to do commentary.
Taj: Yeah… like just that’s going to happen.
Upon reaching the ring, she exchanges some inaudible words with Justice and Brianna who don’t look too happy with Astrid’s presence… though her husband, Joshua Samson, Esquire, smirks a tad. Eventually, Astrid makes it to the commentator’s table where she takes a seat next to America and promptly puts on a headset as she winks at her husband before blowing him a kiss.
Astrid Samson: Taj… America… nice to see you ladies.
America: It’s so great to have someone of your caliber out here, Mrs. Samson.
Taj: Just keep your nose out of the business going on in the ring.
Astrid Samson: I make no promises to you… only Josh. Just be thankful I didn’t call you Double B.
America: I already did for you.
DING DING DING!!!
Justice tries to move in on Cain. Cain cracks her in the mouth with an uppercut. Justice staggers back and Cain swings for another shot. Justice catches Cain for an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Cain sits up in shock as Justice pops up in triumph. Both Samson and Brianna are in equal shock.
Astrid Samson: What… the actual… fuck!?
Taj: Justice Cross with a shock flash pin!!!
America: That referee is incompetent! There’s no way that was three!
Taj: It was.
America: There’s no way!
Astrid Samson: I’m going to file a formal complaint to have that imbecile’s contract terminated and ref license pulled.
Cain gets up and blasts a celebrating Justice in the back with a clubbing clothesline! Justice falls to all fours and Cain hooks her up from behind in a full nelson. Cain hoists her up, allowing her feet to dangle in midair as he starts to ragdoll Justice around. Justice tries to get loose but Cain turns and launches her over with a brutal dragon suplex! Justice hits hard and rolls over onto her face. Cain gets up, angrily pulls her up, and drops her down with The Torture Chamber (double arm DDT into a guillotine choke)!
Taj: My goodness!!
America: Cain put a special stink on that Torture Chamber!
Astrid Samson: That’s what I’m talking about!
Taj: Get him off her!
America: Good luck with that one!
Astrid Samson: Oh not this shit!
Brianna goes to slide into the ring to help her friend/client but Astrid quickly puts a stop to that, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her. The two instantly start brawling on the outside, trading blows back and forth until Astrid is able to drive a knee up into the lower ribs of Brianna before following it up with a bicycle superkick. Brianna tries to regain her composure and take the fight back to Astrid, only to be met with a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick by Astrid who then follows it up by taking her by the scruff of her neck and whipping her into the security barrier. Astrid looks down and smiles as she “dusts” off her hands.
Astrid Samson: I still got it, bitch!
Taj: This has completely broken down!
America: Nothing looks broken down to me but Justice and Brianna. They’ll learn not to badmouth the Samson Family now.
Security comes rushing to the ring and Cain releases his grip, walking off before anyone has to touch him. Trainers run in to check on the fallen Justice and Brianna while Cain, Astrid, and Joshua return to the back.
Torres: Your winner…Justice Cross!
America: She doesn’t look like a winner! Hahaa!
Taj: That was totally uncalled for!
Backstage, as Cain Dominguez, Astrid Samson, and Joshua Samson come through the curtain, they are met by 1WM Senior Interviewer Butterscotch Monroe.
Butterscotch Monroe: Cain Dominguez!
Cain and his entourage stop, the Pain Maker smirking cruelly for the reporter.
Cain Dominguez: Mmm, hello…
Butterscotch shudders in disgust.
Butterscotch Monroe: What was that all about just now?
Cain simply stares at her, the smirk remaining in place. Joshua steps forward to speak.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: What was what, Butterscotch?
The Senior Interviewer just hatefully glares at him.
Butterscotch Monroe: Don’t play dumb with me, Joshua!
Joshua shrugs.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Please be specific, I get quite a lot of complaints concerning my client.
Butterscotch nods to the curtain.
Butterscotch Monroe: What was that out there with Justice Cross?
Joshua’s smirk becomes more playful.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: That?
He shrugs.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: That was just a bit of pain.
The trio turn and walk away leaving Butterscotch standing alone.
We begin with a moment in the life of the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walking backstage outside of the Colosseum, possibly unsure of where they should be going.
Eric Calloway: Bro, I’m tellin’ you that it’s that way. We’ve passed this goddamn production trailer five times already!
A gloved hand grips the side of Eric’s head and rams it into the side of a trailer just as the lights cut out. There is cursing in the dark from the Calloways as they fight back against an unknown number of silent assailants in the darkness. A few wet and sickly smacks are heard, indicating an end of the struggle. The lights turn on and we reveal Dexter slumped against a trailer, bloodied, bleary eyed, and dazed. He is completely discombobulated. Eric is on the ground by the opposing trailer, a streak of blood trailing the trailer by where he lay face down. There is no sign of who attacked them, only the aftermath.
Dexter Calloway: Ww….what...the fuck?!
A young lady wearing a ring crew shirt and jeans rounds the corner only to shriek in surprise.
Ring Crew Member: OH MY GOD! GET HELP!!! BODIES BACKSTAGE!
Dexter Calloway: (holding the back of his head) Mierda! Hey, chica, you seen anybody back here stupid enough to fucking attack me and by brother?
Ring Crew Member: Oh uh, I saw Griffin Hawkins and the Regulators meet up and then walk away in a hurry right before the lights went out. I think Janie said they had to leave for a flight back to the States!
Eric Calloway: (coming to) WHAT IN THE FUCK?!
Dexter Calloway: We got jumped, bro. Chica over there said it was Goldiloccs and them idiot cowgirls, Jane and Sadie.
Eric Calloway: Oh them mothafuckas are as good as dead!
The scene fades as The Headhunters make their way to the Kartel trailer.
Singles Match
“Ya Girl” Q vs. “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays as “Ya Girl” Q makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is YA GIRL…..QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and seven pounds...she is the FIRST EVER 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...this is "The suicide blonde"....ARLEYYYYYYY KIRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
Taj: If people remember the first encounter between these two in Year One of 1WM, Arley successfully defended the World Heavyweight Championship against Q.
America: You can bet Q hasn’t forgotten it. Tonight she even ups the score!
Arley takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the upcoming match. Q continues to keep her eyes glued to her as he waits for the bell to sound. A few seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley cautiously steps toward the center of the ring, looking a little more focused than she normally would. Q continues to watch her without even the slightest bit of amusement on her face. The two wrestlers finally approach one another and grapple up. Q almost immediately shoves Arley away. She staggers, but quickly regains her footing and charges back at the bigger woman. Unfortunately for her, Q steps forward and hits Arley in the mouth with a big boot that sends her crashing to the mat! Arley rolls out of the way and uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Q continues to look annoyed.
Taj: It's interesting to see Arley not taking part in her usual antics...
America: Doesn't seem like Q cares all that much either way!
Once Arley is back on her feet, she takes a deep breath before letting the crowd know that she's okay. Arley once again begins to approach the center of the ring. This time, when Q reaches out to grab hold of her, Arley moves out of the way and quickly begins to hit Q with a series of chops to the chest. Blow after blow connects, though it doesn't appear that they're doing much to her.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Despite that, Arley bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up momentum so that she can send Q crashing to the mat! Q steps toward Arley and tries to cut her off with a big clothesline! Arley ducks underneath the attempt and stops herself behind Q. She waits for her to face her before hitting Q with an enziguri that causes her to stagger. Q remains upright and looks even more annoyed than usual, charging at Arley to strike---only to get caught with a drop-toe-hold!
Taj: Arley baited Q into that one!
America: One thing I won't take away from Arley is that she's gone toe to toe with some of the toughest wrestlers in 1WM history! This match is probably more well-suited for her style of wrestling than anything that she's done over the past year!
Taj: That's...possibly true, actually...
Arley pops back up to her feet and plays to the crowd. The fans give her a positive reaction in return. Arley lines herself up with Q and waits until she starts to stir. Once she's almost back up on her feet, Arley charges and catches Q with a running knee strike that sends Q crashing to the mat! The fans cheer as Arley hooks the leg for the cover..
One...
Two...Q throws Arley off!
Q drags herself back up to her feet as Arley quickly closes the gap.. She drives her knee into Q's head a few times in hopes of wearing her down. She then steps back and tries to build up some speed, leaping into the air in an effort to plant Q on the mat with a fameasser! Q ducks out of the way, causing Arley's behind to hit the mat instead! Her eyes go wide in pain! Q places two hands around Arley’s throat and lifts her into the air! She slams her to the mat with a choke bomb before hooking the leg and covering.
One...
Two...
THR---KICK OUT!
Taj: How often have we seen Arley get slammed with something like that and still kick out? It's not common at the moment!
America: Maybe not, but, to her credit...she's got a pretty weird pain tolerance...
Q glares down at Arley and shakes her head. Q drags Arley back up to her feet and hits her with an elbow shot that knocks Arley back into the ropes! Arley stumbles into them and then bounces toward Q, who hoists Arley into the air and slams her down to the mat with a running powerslam! Once again, Q hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
America: I'm actually impressed right now!
Taj: If Arley can keep kicking out of slams like that she may have a chance here.
Arley crawls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to slowly drag herself back up to her feet. Q lines herself up with the first ever World Heavyweight Champion and watches without showing so much as the slightest hint of what she plans on doing next. Once Arley is finally standing, she tries to catch her breath. Q picks up speed and runs forward. She tries to CRUSH Arley against the turnbuckle with a huge splash, but Arley just barely ducks out of the way in time! Q crashes into the turnbuckle and briefly slumps against it. Arley picks up some speed and throws her full body into Q's stomach to take the wind out of her! She then pulls her toward the middle of the ring and plants her in the middle of the ring with a DDT! Arley hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was...so...close!
Arley turns around and climbs up to the top rope, perching herself and waiting for the next moment to strike. Once Q is standing, Arley leaps off of the top turnbuckle and tries to send Q crashing to the mat with a crossbody---only to have Q catch her in the air! Q slams her to the mat with a powerbomb and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Q seems almost amazed by the fact that Arley is still fighting. Arley shakes her head and slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Q grabs hold of Arley and tries to hoist her up onto her shoulders, though Arley frees herself from Q's grasp. She lands on the mat behind and holds out her hands as if telling Q to hold on a second. Q looks at Arley in confusion. The fans cheer as Q simply looks at Arley like she's crazy. Finally Q responds by spinning around and grabbing hold of Arley. Unfortunately for Q, Arley appears to have been ready for this as she rolls Q up for a schoolgirl!
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: That...
America: It's almost like Arley knew what Q was going to do and reacted accordingly!
Q pulls herself back up to her feet. Arley hits her with a superkick that sends Q staggering! Arley tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing hold of Q and setting her up for Michi-Destroyer (Canadian destroyer)! Q uses her strength to slam Arley to the mat instead! Q then pulls Arley up and locks her into a bearhug! Arley's eyes go wide in pain!
Taj: This isn't good for Arley!
Q continues to squeeze Arley in an effort to practically break her in half. Arley tries to hold out as long as she possibly can, but eventually has no choice but to tap and scream out in pain. Q dumps Arley down to the mat.
Torres: The winner of this match...Q!!!
Taj: Arley deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one! She held her own against a pissed off and focused Q.
America: But once she started trying to literally squeeze the life out of her, Arley had no choice but to tap!
We open up inside of the locker room trailer where we see Jenn standing there, her One Wrestle Championship around her waist with Kaede standing there in front of her. Jenn clearly is upset and angry about something as the camera approaches them.
Kaede Tanabe: I know, dear, it’s complete and total bullshit that you’re being forced to compete in this match and with Rei on the other side! The management here has absolutely no idea what they are even doing half the time.
Drew: Exactly! Management just can’t stand that some of their employees are angry about a match like this even being thought up and booked! Like, who thinks this is even a good idea?!
Jenn huffs and crosses her arms as she rolls her eyes and just shakes her head.
Kaede Tanabe: Idiots, that’s who, Jenni. They’re lucky they have a champion like you as the face of this company, because without you, they would be booking the same boring stuff over and over again.
Jenn Drew: I bring buzz to One Wrestle. People wish they were in my position, but most of those who speak about me wish they had half the charisma and skill that I did. People like VIP and Striker, especially that blowhard Striker.
Kaede Tanabe: The man who could never truly defend his title, yet somehow thinks he deserves a shot at you. I wouldn’t worry about him too much though, he’s just another blowhard trying to make a name off of you.
Jenn Drew: Oh, I’m not. He’s gotten lucky with me a few times now lately, but it was all when my back was turned. Trust me when I say that if I do get my chance at Striker in this match, I will kick his ass just to prove a damn point with him. Everyone else on that side except for Rei, I don’t give a damn about. And Rei, if management thinks I’m going to lay a hand on her, they have another thing coming. I refuse to fight my friend in just some random main event tag team match.
Jenn looks at the camera and walks up towards it and grins as she unclasps her title and holds it up in the air.
Jenn Drew: Oh, and there’s nobody on this damn roster that has what it takes to beat me one on one and take my title. Striker, you’re next on the list, then, whoever wants to step up, I dare you to try and take my pride and joy from me.
Jenn puts a hand in the lens and forces the camera out of the trailer and slams the door shut on it.
The Legendary World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from Faliro Sports Pavilion Arena in Athens, Greece
Streaming September 30, 2021
Main Event
Ten Person Tag Match
Driller Jaworski, Rei Park, The Fallen Angels (Aurora and Damon Graves), "The Straight Shooter" Jacob Striker vs. "Old School" Don Tirri, "Queen B" Bianca Davis, The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway), "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Ten Person Tag Match
Driller Jaworski, Rei Park, The Fallen Angels (Aurora and Damon Graves), "The Straight Shooter" Jacob Striker vs. "Old School" Don Tirri, "Queen B" Bianca Davis, The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway), "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Torres: The following contest is a 10 person tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… the team of Driller Jaworski, The Fallen Angels, Rei Park and Jacob Striker!
"43% Burnt" by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as Driller Jaworski makes his way to the ring.
The techno-like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds. Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
You can call me monster.
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides as Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels, make their way to the ring.
The video wall at the top of the entrance way starts to flicker as all of the lights in the arena go out at once as the video wall shows us a long dark hallway lit by one singular light at the far end as we hear some very twisted whistling at which point we see a figure appear in the doorway and slowly start to walk towards the camera, singing lightly to himself as he goes with his head down.
Man: All set, the court's in session
This judge, got no compassion
Witness, show me your right hand
I swear, nothing but the truth now
I was alright 'till she came along
I was alright, then it all went wrong
When the man gets close enough to the camera, he slowly raises his head in the light to look at the camera dead center of a strip of light.
Jacob Striker: Yeah, the devil made me do it..oh, oh, oh, oh...
Suddenly the video wall cuts out as a series of strange sounds starts to echo throughout the arena before the sound of a person suddenly taking a long, hard, and painful gasp of air can be heard as the video walls explode into a shot of Jacob Striker hitting the "Death Warrant" on Minori as a singular spotlight suddenly shines onto the entrance way as the crowds at ringside explode into a hearty combination of cheers and boos.
Looked on the bright side, got keratitis
And you can't sit there unless you're righteous
I wear a happy face like I'm Ed Gein
I feel all numb now, is that a feeling?
Like a plastic boxed orange with no peel on
I wanna waste, I wanna waste
I wanna waste away
Yeah!
And you can't sit there unless you're righteous
I wear a happy face like I'm Ed Gein
I feel all numb now, is that a feeling?
Like a plastic boxed orange with no peel on
I wanna waste, I wanna waste
I wanna waste away
Yeah!
Torres: Hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds!
As Bring Me the Horizon's "Wonderful Life" plays throughout the arena, Jacob Striker slowly walks out into the pale spotlight-dressed in black ring gear with red marks, before he slowly looks around at the crowds as he then slowly stretches his arms out to his sides and lowers his head back, this mere action causes an even larger heated reaction to come up from the fans as the video wall continues to play a history some of his "greatest hits" before he starts to make his way down to ringside.
Alone getting high on a Saturday night
I'm on the edge of a knife
Nobody cares if I'm dead or alive
Oh, what a wonderful life
Oi, Debbie Downer, what's your problem?
Don't wanna be here, still call a shotgun
You got the FOMO coursing through my veins (Yo, yo, yo)
This is not a drill, no, this is the real world
Domesticated still a little feral
Well, don't you know to chew with your mouth closed?
(And it's all gone wrong!)
I'm on the edge of a knife
Nobody cares if I'm dead or alive
Oh, what a wonderful life
Oi, Debbie Downer, what's your problem?
Don't wanna be here, still call a shotgun
You got the FOMO coursing through my veins (Yo, yo, yo)
This is not a drill, no, this is the real world
Domesticated still a little feral
Well, don't you know to chew with your mouth closed?
(And it's all gone wrong!)
Torres: This is the pure Warhorse of Professional Wrestling, the "Real Rock'n'Rolla" that is...JACOB STRIKER!!!
When he reaches the ringside area, he quickly whips off his ring coat and tosses it aside before Jacob grabs the ring ropes and swings himself up onto the ring apron before he wipes his feet on the apron before he calmly and unhurriedly steps through the ropes, his face totally focused on the matter at hand before he moves to stand in the center of the ring and basks in the heated reaction of the fans.
Alone getting high on a Saturday night
I'm on the edge of a knife (Yeah)
Nobody cares if I'm dead or alive
Oh, what a wonderful life
I'm on the edge of a knife (Yeah)
Nobody cares if I'm dead or alive
Oh, what a wonderful life
Jake then walks over to his corner and squats down in the corner calmly and patiently awaiting the arrival of the very man who has made his life a living hell as the music fades out.
Taj: I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit worried about this team… especially with Rei Park and Jacob Striker on the same side.
America: I’m sure they can put their differences aside.
Taj: Fully doubting that. But let’s just see how it turns out.
Torres: And for their opponents…
”Ace of Spades” by Motörhead plays as “Old School Cool” Don Tirri makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Helsinki, Finland….weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds….standing at a height of six feet five inches….he is the current reigning Glory Champion….he is Old School Cool….DONNNNNN TIRRRRRRIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Bad Bitch” by Babe Rehxa.plays as “Queen B” Bianca Davis makes her way down to ringside.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Malibu, California…..weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at five feet nine inches….she is the current reigning Pride of 1WM Champion….she is the Queen B….BIANCCCCCAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Stockton, California….weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds...representing Kali Kartel….they are the current reigning Tag Team Champions….they are Eric and Dexter Calloway….THEEEEEE HEADHUNTERRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Finally coming to the ring hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet tall….representing the Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNN DREEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: I would say that The Headhunters are the captains of this team.
Taj: Wouldn’t that be Jenn Drew, the world heavyweight champion?
America: Pfft!
Bianca Davis and Rei Park step into the ring to start this one off for their respective teams, and the referee calls for the bell..
DING DING DING!!!
Lock up and deep arm drag attempt by Park is thwarted as Davis stands her ground and gets a sneaky double eye poke. David grabs two handfuls of Park's hair.
America: OH! Hair pull backbreaker!
Davis refuses to let go and rips Rei back up, sending her flying into the centre of the ring with a hair mare. Davis goes to haul Park to her feet yet she's met with a rolling back kick to the face and dragged into Rei's crossface chickenwing with body scissors!
Taj: Impressive! Reversal by Park! Parceltongue locked in!
The fans give it to the Calloways when they jump in and break up the submission and manage to do a lot of damage with their dual Argentine leglock facebuster before the referee hustles them out and turns back to the action.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
The fans hate Bianca for it as she chokes Rei and repeatedly smashes the back of her head into the ring.
Taj: Of course Bianca is going to seize any opportunity she can to get any kind of foothold that she can!
The referee counts the illegal tactic off, Davis relents right on four and then proceeds to act innocent, only further angering the Roman fans..
America: Well duh, Taj. That's kind of what this sport is all about! Cover by my girl, Bianca!
One…
Two...
Taj: Kick out by Rei!
Bianca drags Rei up in a headlock and marches over to her team's corner, quickly getting the tag to Don Tirri..
Taj: CH~
America: I'm warning you, Taj.
Bianca grimaces, recoils and then immediately wiping off her hands..
America: Haha. Oh here we go! Nice one Bianca! Now, you've done it!
Tirri steams in and tries to land some mudhole stomps in, yet Park excites the crowd when she proves to be too slippery, rolling out of the way of every single one before taking the veteran down hard with a low sweep kick that he didn't expect..
Taj: Rei Park just literally swept Don Tirri off his feet!
There's an attempt to get the Parseltongue in on Tirri, yet Don excites the fans himself when he gets a roll to his advantage and almost gets his seated sleeper locked in but Rei evades via an impromptu chop block..
America: Cartwheel and an arm drag by Rei!
Rei rolls her eyes as she notices Driller Jaworski chomping at the bit, but she nods as she rolls back into proximity and slaps the hand of Driller, making him the legal man..
Taj: Oh, I don't like this. But CHANGING OF THE GUAR…
America: I'm serious, Taj. Not tonight. DON'T do it..
The fans are at fever pitch as Driller runs in and sends Tirri flying across the ring with a running punt kick to the side of the head!
America: Driller hitting the ropes!
Taj: It's in the best interests of Don Tirri to STAY DOWN!
The crowd volume picks up as Jaworski gains speed and momentum, and Tirri starts getting to his feet..
America: Ha! But, you know that guy ain't gonna! And...OOF!
Driller lets out a roar as he comes back and just about takes Don's head off..
Taj: POUNCE by Driller Jaworski!
Driller lines up and nails Tirri with a precision elbow drop before he hooks the leg..
One…
Two...
Eric and Dexter run into the ring to break this up once more, but Tirri ends up kicking out on his own power, leading to Driller sitting back up and standing...and a really awkward stand off/stare down with the Calloways!
Taj: Hahaha! It's different when the boot is on the other foot, huh fellas?
Driller nods solemnly as he makes his way towards Headhunters, who quickly back up towards their own corner..
America: Don't forget about Don, Drill!
Too late. Don sneaks up and swings Driller back around. Driller's knees immediately start to buckle as Tirri lays into him with headbutt after headbutt after headbutt..
Taj: MORNING AFTER!
Tirri gets the crowd on his side as he lets out a roar, hooks Driller up with his fallaway slam and sends him flying..
America: Sack of SHIT! Haha. I just like saying it!
The crowd volume picks up some more as Tirri lines up for THE BOOT as Driller gets to his feet..
Taj: Tirri looking to end this right now! THE B~
Driller telegraphs it and ducks down just slightly, catching Tirri..
America: HUGE exploder suplex by Driller!
Jacob Striker is leaning in for the tag, yet Driller seems to ignore him entirely as he drags a groggy Don Tirri to his feet and gives the signal as he throws Tirri's arm over his shoulder..
America: I know what he's looking for! This move can and WILL[/]b end matches and careers!
Driller lets out a cry of exertion as he launches Tirri up to drop him with SCREWED, but the fans eat it up as Tirri's legs kick wildly and he lands on his feet before promptly dropping Driller with a sharp swinging neckbreaker!
Taj: Cover!
One…
Two…
TH...
America: Driller gets the shoulder up!
Tirri is exhausted as he looks over to the corner and spots Jenn Drew reaching for the tag. On the other side, Striker is very much still doing the same.
Taj: The Glory Champion crawling towards the World Heavyweight Champion! Driller towards Striker! Which one is going to make it first?!
America: Why, Driller of course!
The fans eat it up as both seem to hit their marks at the same time, initiating a dual hot tag..
Taj: Big running clothesline by Jenn taking Jacob down! And she's waiting with a standing dropkick to take him right back down again!
America: Standing moonsault by Jenn!
The crowd groans as Striker sneers and pops his knees up as JD is coming back over..
Taj: I can only imagine that's got to suck.
Striker hauls Drew back to her feet and issues a harsh WALTER chop to stun her before hooking her up and delivering a precision pumphandle neckbreaker! The fans pipe up as Fallen Angels signal for something, and Striker grins evilly and nods to them, hauling Drew to her feet as Damon gets into the ring..
Taj: Nobody knows what Fallen Angels even have in mind!
America: Correction: nobody cares what Fallen Angels have in mind!
The fans perk up as Striker doubles JD over with a knee to the gut while Aurora leaps to the top rope..
Taj: Wait! Jacob with the electric chair on Jenn!
The fans get even more excited as Damon hauls the package of Striker and Drew up into the same formation as Aurora takes flight!
Taj: ASSISTED[/]b] JOBSTOPPER! This one HAS to be over! Jacob with the cover!
One…
Two…
THR...
America: Once again, the Tag Team Champions run in and keep this match ALIVE!
Dexter growls at the BOOing crowd and promptly looks to Eric as the two nod to one another while they circle Striker..
Taj: We should have had a winner right there, and you KNOW it!
America: I know nothing!
Eric hooks up the wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter hits the ropes..
America: No time for that now! SAN ANDREAS FAULT on Jacob! Headhunters roll Jenn on top!
The referee manages to hustle the Calloways out before returning to the action and counting the cover..
One…
Two…
THR...
America: And Jacob finds it in himself to kick out!
The crowd volume picks up once again as Aurora and Damon jump down and run down Headhunters as they're rolling out to ringside, engaging in a fierce two on two brawl on the outside.
Taj: We've also got another problem on our hands!
America: It was only a matter of time.
As Headhunters and Fallen Angels brawl on the outside, JD had been crawling towards her corner to make a desperate tag, yet Striker gets a BOOO as he comes to his senses, grabs her legs and drags Jenni back into the "sweet spot" of the ring and tries to lock in his patented figure four sharpshooter. Drew kicks her way free and hits the ropes in the other direction..
America: Jacob with the backdrop attempt and a leapfrog by Jenn!
JD pops up behind with an inverted 'rana and sends Jacob crashing, unluckily, into the favorable corner. Meanwhile, Headhunters and Fallen Angels are still engaged in a wild brawl on the outside.
Taj: And Jaworski tags himself in!
America: Jenn with the run over and the tag to Don to boot!
On the outer, the crowd roars with disapproval as Dexter very obviously nails Damon Graves with the same set of knuckle dusters that seem to permeate their matches, dropping his now bloodied foe hard on the thinly padded concrete!
Taj: Oh! And one for Aurora as she runs in for the assist! Calloway taking absolutely no prisoners!
With FA out cold, Headhunters shake their heads and join the rest of their team on the apron. In the ring, Driller sneers as he doubles Tirri over with a knee to the gut..
America: BACKDROP DR~
The fans eat it up as Tirri lands on his feet out of the backdrop driver attempt!
Taj: Don pumps the brakes as he finds himself in the other team's corner!
Driller runs after Tirri! The fans BOOO as Dexter rears back once more, the brass knuckles glimmering under the lights as he lines up and throws a hard right at Don, but..
America: WHAT?! Tirri ducks the shot!
At his momentum, Driller has no choice but to run headlong into the brass knuckles punch of his Kali Kartel brother!
Taj: Dexter nails Driller right in the jaw!
The fans laugh as Driller sways briefly before passing out and collapsing right on top of Don Tirri!
America: WOAH! Big man DOWN!
Tirri's arms and legs flail wildly and bodies spill into the ring in a preventative effort!
One…
Two..
THREE!
America: IT COUNTS!
Torres: The winners of this match….the Challengers...Driller Jaworski, Rei Park, The Fallen Angels, and Jacob Striker!
Taj: What a night we have had here at Legendary Twenty “Strength and Honor”! On behalf of 1WM, we like to thank everyone here in Rome, Italy and can’t wait to see you all again next month!
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