Glory 16 - September 15, 2021

[Legal Department]

1WM Glory XVI
LIVE from the Baxter Arena in Omaha, Nebraska

The arena lighting dims down and the fans seated in the arena go berserk as the opening video package comes up on the 1Tron.

Glory's theme blasts from the PA while a pyrotechnics display nearly drowns out Ruby and Marci while they try to introduce the show!

Marci D'Abruzzo: GOOD EVENING EVERYONE and welcome to One Wrestle Movement's sixteenth installment of GLORY!

Ruby Kirk: We're coming at cha LIVE from right here at the Covid capacity Baxter Arena in Omaha, Nebraska as we head back towards California to touch down for the Annual MASSIVE Pay Per View this year. And I gotta tell ya, D'Abruzzo. I'm happy to be here!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Heck with the amount of cattle shit stench hanging in the air, I sure ain't! But work is work..

Ruby Kirk: But.. don't worry about what D'Abruzzo thinks. Because tonight, we've got a WAHHH!

“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dimmed 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, following him is Joshua and Astrid Samson. 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 as Cain grabs the mic from the ring announcer as he shoves him to the side, as the crowd boos.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahaha. That scared the crap outta you, Kirk.

Ruby Kirk: WHAT THE HELL? We didn't even get to finish announcing the damn matches toni..

Marci D'Abruzzo: SHHHH! Shut up, Kirk! You're gonna want to listen to this! And you don't interrupt when the Samson family are in the ring, you swine!

Cain Dominguez: Before we go any further, I have something that I have to say. You see, anybody with half a brain would know that myself and Lash are not on the same page. We haven’t been since I came back and I made it pretty clear that I wanted his sorry ass in the middle of that ring. Now, when I spoke about this, I pretty much was called a whiner, and that I should just “make the best of it.” Now, sorry if I don’t see things that way and have the balls to speak my mind and I have a little of a say in my own damn career. This is why I have become the guy that I have, because shit like tonight. I make challenges and target somebody and it always gets ignored. Yet nobody in management has the balls to look me in the eyes and tell me why either. Why did they refuse to give me a one on one match with Lash? The same way they never would give me someone else that instead was given to someone else. After may I add we both made it clear we wanted that match but no, I was given other matches teaming with the same guy I am tonight without a legitimate reason.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah. The man's got a point! Why the hell are they doing that?

Ruby Kirk: Can't believe you're getting behind all of this, D'Abruzzo.

The crowd boos Cain and he speaks while Samson nods his head in agreement.

Cain Dominguez: Now as of what happened with Justice, she can believe whatever she wants but everyone with a brain knows that she got really lucky to get her cheap fluke pin on me but let's be real. Who ended up walking out looking as a winner? Me. But of course while we had a battle of words after that, did 1WM take notice? No. Rematch or any kind of match between us would make sense to everyone but the brains, if I can think they have any in management, decide to ignore that too.

The crowd starts to chant for Justice.

Ruby Kirk: This man was on a hiatus, and then he comes back and thinks he owns the place? He wants to target all of these people and make all these demands?

Marci D'Abruzzo: That dreadlocked idiot egged Dominguez on, Kirk. This is his own damn fault. Now shut up and let him speak!

Cain Dominguez: The bottom line, I have done everything this company's way and it has gotten me nowhere. I never asked to be a tag team wrestler or really wanted to be one, but I get 1WM thinks otherwise. I would love for Cedric to come out here now but I know he won’t but here the idea, at Legendary 21, I invite you Cedric to stand in this ring face to face with me, and tell me why I never got Ricky before he took his ball and went home but Soloman did? or why I am teaming with Lash while that was happen and again instead of facing him in a match which I also made clear. After what happened between me and Justice, nothing came of it. So it's clear Cedric you have some kind of problem with me and I would love to know what it is. So ok, lets get this Bull shit of a match out of the way. But Cedric, I want answers.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dominguez WANTS this match more than anything! He's even calling out Southern! Why the heck are we even seeing this match tonight, Kirk? It's STUPID.

Cain makes a bold request as he slams the mic hard into the chest of Mari Moon. Before Mari has a chance to react or utter a single syllable, the microphone is snatched from her hand by Astrid who stands there, looking confident, before waving her off.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahaha. The Queen hasn't even spoken yet and she has already made her presence known.

Astrid Samson: I know that a lot of people have been flapping their gums all over to anyone who will listen, trying to goad me out of retirement. But what they fail to realize is that I do what I want when I want… and on my own terms. I’m not going to do something you want me to do if it’s not going to be worth my time and effort. I am of course talking about Brianna Matthews who doesn’t know the difference between her asshole and a hole in the ground… let alone what she is doing in this business. If she’s going to be someone’s manager, she can’t just tell her client the stipulation hoping that they’d relay it… or post about it on Twitter. You're the manager, you do the approaching.

Smirking, Astrid looks over to her husband who approvingly nods.

Astrid Samson: After talking to my Executive Representative, and after turning down Brianna’s paltry match stipulation, we’ve come up with a match that is in MY best interests. This isn’t a proposition… this is me telling her what’s going to happen. Like I said, I do things on my terms… and that includes coming out of retirement.

Marci D'Abruzzo: WHAT??

The crowd volume definitely rises in the arena at this point. It's really hard to say what the reaction is, but it's getting louder by the second. Astrid takes two steps forward.

Astrid Samson: At the end of the month, 1WM will be emanating from the cradle of Western civilization. For you uneducated swine like Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross… that’s Greece, the birthplace of many things like democracy, political science, theater and the Olympic Games to name a few. And one of the matches on that card… is going to be what Brianna wants… partially. That’s right… this bitch is coming out of retirement for ONE NIGHT ONLY!

Marci D'Abruzzo: WOW!

Ruby Kirk: BIG if true!

She holds her arms up, soaking in the avalanche of boos as her husband looks on.

Astrid Samson: So I know you all are wondering… if she’s coming out of retirement on her terms… what exactly are those terms? Well as I mentioned Legendary 21 “This is 1WM!” just a few moments ago… it will be “The Painmaker” Cain Dominguez teaming up with yours truly, “The Queen of The Samson Family” Astrid Samson taking on the two most pathetic, unworthy trollops in 1WM… wait no, that’s those Regulator cows… but our opponents are going to be Justice Cross and her stupid lackey bitch Brianna Matthews. Brianna and Justice can’t say no to this because they got what they asked for… me out of retirement. And unlike Justice… what Asti wants, Asti gets.

”Dark Horse“ by Our Last Night plays as the crowd explodes into jeers again as The Samson trio pay it little mind as they exit the ring.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I have never been so excited to be under the employ of One Wrestle Movement, Kirk! This is the greatest start to a Glory broadcast of all time!

Ruby Kirk: Of course you would say that, D'Abruzzo. You LOVE pandemonium.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're damn right I do! I am highly aware of the in ring abilities of Astrid Samson, and she's coming out of retirement to DESTROY Justice Cross and her manager, Brianna Matthews. What a glorious day!

Ruby Kirk: You're such a cheesebal..

Marci D'Abruzzo: And speaking of Glorious, it's GLORY SIXTEEN! Come on goddammit, let's kick this thing off!

Ruby Kirk: Hold up, I'm getting w..

Marci D'Abruzzo: We're cutting away AGAIN?

In a private locker room, Ursula Von Rossbach is seen lacing her boots up in preparation for her match later tonight. Where was Coda? Likely indisposed for the moment. Satisfied, she pats her boot and rises, turning right into the Ginger Ninja who is grinning up at her like a mischievous imp.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Molly Hatchet.

Molly Hatchet: Ursula Von Rossbach.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Friend or foe, we two shall always be locked in conflict.

Molly Hatchet: Aye. Sometimes friends but always rivals until the very end, but I do wanna’ thank ye.

Ursula tilts her head a bit, looking back at Molly with a arched brow to indicate puzzlement.

Ursula Von Rossbach: For?

Molly Hatchet: Helpin’ me remember who tha’ hell I am and gettin’ me through some very tryin’ times. Tonight, we’ll be in tha’ ring, lettin’ blood and fury fly as we always did, but I wanted ye’ ta’ know that as much as tha’ younger me would be loath to admit it, without ye’ doin’ tha’ things ya’ did then and becomin’ who ye’ are now, I’d likely have ne’er become anythin’ in this sport. First ye’ gave me a purpose…. Someone ta’ fight against… Then a decade passes and suddenly…

Molly’s smile fades as a very intense and sincere look crosses her freckled face.

Molly Hatchet: ...No matter what happens or is said, I just wanted ye’ ta’ know that ye’ve become someone I respect and admire despite tha’ shared past we have. Ye’ve tried ta’ kill me so many times and I did tha’ same in response. It speaks volumes, yeah. We may talk trash and say horrible things to each other in tha’ spirit of competition, but ye’ve grown so much, Ursula, and I’m not talkin’ ‘bout yer muscle mass.

The Lady Terminator tilts her head forward, her expression becoming rather hard to read.

Ursula Von Rossbach: This is not what I want tonight, Hatchet. I need not your appreciation but your fire and competitive spirit. What I require from you is the fighter who pushed me to my absolute limits everytime. You may thank me when this is over, should you survive.

The Ginger Ninja’s classic wicked grin crosses her face.

Molly Hatchet: Who said you were winnin’ lass? I wanted ta’ show appreciation, but now that’s been done, I promise ye’ that ye’ll be tastin’ these boots from crack ta’ tonsils before tha’ night is through. I’m bringin’ e’ery ounce of fight me body has and as ye’ well know…

She moves in closer, inching up slightly on her tiptoes to bring her face closer to Ursula’s own.

Molly Hatchet: ...like ya’ said, friend or foe donnae’ matter when we’re standin’ across tha’ ring. Clan can fight it’s own just as well as tha’ world around us. Sister, we go ta’ war as we always have. When tha’ dust settles, we’ll still be Clan because that’s how we do. I’ll walk down to that ring, get in death’s grim face, and smile, fer I know before tha’ reaper can e’er claim me soul, she’ll have ta’ take me life and I’ll ne’er die…

Ursula responds with her own signature unnerving smile that has withered so many before her over the years. Molly doesn’t budge an inch.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Do not disappoint me, Ms. Hatchet and remember the Kartel stands between us as well.

Molly pulls from her vest pocket, her half skull mask and slips it on her head, then pulls her hood up, all while never breaking eye contact with Ursula.

Molly Hatchet: Aye… A worthy sacrifice. Driller and Bodhi’ve had it comin’ fer a long time. Ye’ may be tha’ Symphony of Destruction, but you, me, Coda, and Knox will gladly come together ta’ take those bastards down so that we may have a proper fight between all of us. In tha’ end, tha’ Clan wins because one thing we can all agree on…. Tha’ Kartel is goin’ down.

Ursula merely nods.

Molly Hatchet: It’ll be a night to remember.

Molly pats that muscular arm, then turns and walks off. Ursula places her hands on her hips, head lowering slightly.

The fans are definitely pumped when the camera cuts back to the arena.

Marci D'Abruzzo: A night to remember, indeed!

Opening Match
"The Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk
Versus
Madori

DING DING DING!!!

There's a clattering sound as Madori slams down the remaining contents of her can and hurls it back over her head.

Ruby Kirk: Is that even legal, or whatever?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dori don't know. Dori don't care.

The Nebraska fans are growing more and more hype as Dori and Arley proceed to circle faster and faster. Kusanagi throws a couple of fast, angry looking low kicks in quick succession yet Arley stealthily avoids both of them. Madori seems a lot more focused than usual tonight as the two move in to lock up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Headlock by Kusanagi and a takedown attempt.

Arley stands her ground, breaks free and turns it into a hammerlock. Madori gets a slight boo as she cheekily uses her free arm to elbow AK in the face.

Ruby Kirk: Madori swings around and it's a Pele kick, but she misses wildly!

The crowd pops as Arley comes down with a flipping leg drop right on target and tries for a quick pin..

ONE
T..

Madori kicks out angrily and throws Arley off her, both women getting to their feet and locking up again.

Marci D'Abruzzo: C'mon. Even with Madori. There's NO way.

Ruby Kirk: Arm wringer by AK!

Arley elicits a pained yelp from Madori as she swings her arm around once more and uses her momentum to flip her on her back before dropping the leg on the inside of her shoulder and trying for another cover, only getting a two.

Ruby Kirk: Arley seems like she wants to put this one away real quick!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Is Reefer Madness on Netflix or something?

Arley grabs the arm again and tries to cinch in another hold, but Dori gets the reversal, reeling Arley into a mat based top wristlock! Lucky for AK, speed is on her side and she wriggles free, but Madori switches it up into the hammerlock once more.

Ruby Kirk: Arley arches and breaks free with a headstand and she's got the arm wringer back on Madori!

AK hauls Dori to her feet and sends her for an Irish whip, but Madori stands her ground and the crowd hypes up as she sends AK in the other direction.

Marci D'Abruzzo: SICK looking laria..

Ruby Kirk: Arley dives down and rolls!

AK kips back up and keeps on running, hitting the ropes again and Madori looks mad as she comes storming in with a Yakuza kick.

Ruby Kirk: Matrix evasion! AK kips back up! Hurricanrana into the corner!

Dori tumbles and crashes into the bottom turnbuckle at a decent pace, rolling back out and falling on her face before flopping onto her back in a comedic fashion! Arley gives the signal and the crowd gets behind her as she rolls backwards and then gets huge air time on her standing moonsault!

Marci D'Abruzzo: JUICE BOX SERENA~

Ruby Kirk: OOF!

The crowd groans as Dori pops her knees up and Arley bounces off them, clutching her stomach in agony. Dori stumbles to her feet and there's a mixed reaction as she yells out in Japanese and then turns to the hard camera and staggers slightly as she flips off the viewers at home.

Ruby Kirk: And she wonders why her bookings are drying up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: She's just counting to two, Kirk. Stop being such a baby!

Dori grabs AK by the hair and roughly yanks the shrieking Suicide Blonde to her feet before eliciting a BOO as she dumps her back down with a rough looking outside crescent kick. Madori looks down at Arley and then looks around at the crowd before unsteadily climbing to the top rope while AK is beginning to stir.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Madori going up to the high rent district!

Madori gives the signal for the Bottlecap (mushroom stomp) and she leaps off as Arley turns around.

Marci D'Abruzzo: BOTTLECA~

Arley sidesteps right at the last second and nails Dori with a modified rolling discus forearm to the lower abdomen, the crowd laughing as she sends Madori tumbling in all directions, flip flopping onto her back. Arley has the crowd hypes up to the max as she hauls the groggy Madori to her feet and hooks up the cravate.

Ruby Kirk: AK-NINENTY FFFFUCKIN GROSS!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HAHAHA! TECHNICOLOR MIST!!

Hilarity ensues as Arley launches, and Madori begins to vomit profusely right at the apex of the cravate driver, effectively causing a spiral effect. Both of them are covered in Madori's recycled dinner as the driver lands! Disgusted, Arley covers Madori..

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner via pinfall - The Suicide Blonde AAAARLEEEEY KIRRRRRK!

Arley herself looks like she might vomit as she quickly peels away from Madori and rolls out of the ring. It's in her hair, it's all over her gear and it's probably even in her boots. Arley puffs her cheeks repeatedly as she power walks backstage.

Ruby Kirk: You STINK, Cuzzy!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahaha. This is awesome. Arley might be the winner tonight, but she sure as heck doesn't look like one.

Ruby Kirk: Urk! I'm gonna be sick. Let's get Dori and that mat OUTTA here so we can keep up with this broadcast and not add to the vomit pool!

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're such a baby, Kirk. Fine. Let's go to commercial while the crew handles the deluge!

Ruby Kirk: We're back, folks! WOAH! Despite the puke. That was a HELL of an opener! I never thought that I'd ever say that.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Now, you're not always right, Kirk. In fact, it's a pretty rare occasion that you are. But I think we're looking at maybe the best match that Madori Kusanagi ever put on in her life, and a return to form for our inaugural World Heavyweight champion!

Ruby Kirk: You're on the money! Either way, good times! Let's keep 'em coming! We're gonna go to a commercial, but don't you go anywhere! This match was only the tip of the damn iceberg!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Now, I am getting something in my earpiece. So. After Legendary 20, there was some dissension in the Kali Kartel, as Driller Jaworski blamed Bodhi Bose for Griffin Hawkins taking out Jack Riggs. However, The Headhunters intervened and called a meeting between their two comrades at a restaurant in Hollywood to try to mend fences ahead of tonight's Triple Threat Tag Team Match, in which Driller and Bodhi are scheduled to team up. Our 1WM cameras were at the scene to document this summit.

We get an exterior shot of Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles in Hollywood. It fades to a shot of the inside, where we see Bodhi Bose and The Headhunters in a booth having small talk. Driller Jaworski walks into view and all three come to attention immediately. Driller stops and stares at Bodhi. Bodhi has his fist cocked, ready if Driller strikes. However, Driller doesn’t attack Bodhi. Instead, he looks at The Headhunters and gives each of them a fist bump before sitting down across from Bodhi.

Eric Calloway: Alright. First, we wanna thank the both of you to agreeing to this. You two been havin’ some bad blood lately, and it gotta end right now.

Dexter Calloway. Yeah. We gotta squash this beef here before the rest of the 1WM roster be thinkin’ that there’s dissension in the Kali Kartel. Now, which one of you wants to speak first?

There’s a pause. Bodhi sits back, obviously not intending to speak first. Driller knows this, too, so he takes the initiative.

Driller Jaworksi: I don’t have much to say, so I’ll go first.

Eric Calloway: Alright, Big Drill. What you got to say?

Driller looks straight at Bodhi, who’s still sitting in his seat nonchalantly, his sunglasses lowered just below his eyes.

Driller Jaworski: I’m not going to apologize for how I felt after Glory. Jack is my best friend and when he got taken out by Griffin Hawkins, I was upset, but I wish I had expressed how upset I was differently. I also recognize that you did try to stop Griffin from assaulting Jack, and I could have been more appreciative of that. I still wish you’d at least shown some concern for Jack and not worried about how Griffin violated you in your capacity as a ref, but in the interest of the family, I’m letting that go and I’m moving on. We got a big tag match coming up at Glory and I’d rather think about how we can work together to win that instead of arguing about the past.

He looks over at The Headhunters.

Driller Jaworski: That’s all I’ve got to say.

He sits back and waits for Bodhi to speak. Bodhi rests his sunglasses on the table and slowly sits up.

Bodhi Bose: I’m glad you can see that I was right, as always, and that you were wrong. I am a bit worried that you are not concerned with MY well-being, but as the bigger man, I will overlook that in order for us to win against these degenerates come Glory. I’m ready and willing to carry you on my back to victory.

Driller clenches his own fists now and bites down hard on his bottom lip. The Headhunters brace themselves to break up another fight. Suddenly, Driller slams his fist on the table and shoots up to his feet, glaring at Bodhi as he breathes heavily through his nose. A few more tense seconds pass before Driller slowly extends his hand. Bodhi stands up cautiously. He looks down at Driller’s hand and finally shakes it. Driller pulls him in and gives him a big hug, slapping Bodhi on the back. Bodhi winces as the slaps are just a tad bit too hard.

Bodhi Bose: Take it easy there, King Kong.

Driller smiles disingenuously.

Driller Jaworski: Sorry, Brodhi. I guess I just don’t know my own strength.

He pats Bodhi on the shoulder one time. Bodhi rubs it as he and Driller sit back down.

Dexter Calloway: That’s that I’m talkin’ about. Kali Kartel back in da house! Waitress, let’s get some menus over hea!

The waitress gives each of them a menu. Driller opens his.

Driller Jaworksi: So, what do they serve here?

The Headhunters and Bodhi look at each other confused as the scene ends.

Ruby Kirk: I honestly don't even..

Marci D'Abruzzo: It really don't matter what you think, Kirk. We're going to a commercial!

When we come back, the crowd is HOT as the camera pans to ringside and we see that Victoria Salinas is standing in the center of the ring. She’s got a microphone in her hands and she is in an incredibly reflective mood. She is unquestionably happy at this point knowing that she’s come so far in such a short amount of time in 1WM but the look in her eyes indicates that in no way she is taking this for granted. Her body language has never been more confident than it has been in this moment as she begins to express her thoughts.

Victoria Salinas: When I first found out that I would be challenging for the 1WM World Championship in a few weeks, I was stunned. Believe me, I was happy and I was thrilled. But, at the end of the day, it was something that I just wasn’t expecting. I figured coming into this company that something like this was possible. But not THIS soon. Jenni Drew is going to be hell to beat, I know that… especially when you consider the antics that she carries out to ensure that she has her way. But right now, I’m not going to focus too much on Jenni. Believe me, there will be an increased dose of me: more public appearances, more blogs, more appearances as I am doing right now. There is plenty of time to talk about the champion that NOBODY likes. I want to take this time to talk about myself and talk about my journey and what I had to face for a while to get here. You see, three years ago, I left a wrestling company that I had called home for four years. I did so many great things there. Hall of Fame. World championships three through five. Some amazing memories! But there came a time where I had done everything possible. I either had to branch out and find new horizons, starting all over again, or I had to stay in my comfort zone. I loved that company and STILL do to this day, but my heart told me it was time to find new horizons.

It was a struggle for me, at first. You see, after I made that decision? I struggled to find my place in this business. I endured a prolonged slump, worse than I had ever endured in my career before or since. I endured a complete meltdown in confidence. I went from being one of the best in the world at what I do to...just another match…

And I am quoting an opponent of mine that I faced two years ago. This opponent? She wrote me off. She basically spent the whole time making fun of me. She spent the whole time all but burying me to anyone that listened: saying that I wasn’t anything, saying that I was a drama queen about my career, saying that I was just another opponent for her. It hurt like hell to hear that. It destroyed my confidence. Prior to that, the big matches I would normally win? I wasn’t winning them. And to make matters worse? I couldn’t beat her and I didn’t shut her up. Feeling like I proved her right… and that I really was “just another match”... that was rock bottom for me. I remember being in the locker room and I’ll be honest with you, I fucking cried. My spirit was broken. I just wasn’t sure if I was ever going to be someone again. It goes without saying that 2019 was the WORST year of my career, with the only highlight of it being that I married the love of my life.

And 2020? That started slow. More frustration. I may have bounced back a little, but I was thrown a curveball of a shock world title match… just like this one. And just like this one, people had written me off. As much as I hate to admit it, it made sense. I had only beaten ONE big name then. But NOW? Those that are trying SO HARD to write me off? I got three names for you. Ursula. Coda. Molly.

THREE HUGE NAMES FOR YOU! When I was struggling and trying to fight my way back from rock bottom, those HUGE WINS that I just mentioned that I wasn’t getting? I STILL wasn’t getting them after I pulled myself out of rock bottom. I was STILL struggling and ALWAYS losing to the ‘big names’ at the company I was wrestling for at that time and GOD, that was SO FRUSTRATING! I had NEVER been more miserable at ANY point in my career when big name after big name kept beating me and it kept suppressing my confidence and it kept weighing me down and it drove me so fucking crazy I did a shameful thing and walked out because I couldn’t take it anymore. Fast forward to a year ago, and things finally start to pick up again. I got to call myself a champion for the first time in over two years. Hell, I even won my 6th world title last year. 2020 ended with me showing some TRUE signs of life in my career and I kept building momentum… Then I came here… Then the summer hit… Then I got on a roll.

Not only have I recovered from rock bottom and have PROVEN that here in 1WM I am more than “JUST ANOTHER MATCH”, I KNOW in my heart that the best part of my career, my TRUE PRIME, is about to begin if it hasn’t started already! Let that be a lesson to those of you writing me off. MOST WRESTLERS that went through what I did two years ago would’ve RETIRED front his business because they couldn’t take it anymore, but NOT ME! I ENDURED and PUSHED THROUGH the lowest part of my career and the worst rock bottom that I am EVER going to face as a professional wrestler to get my career on the path to being at the BEST it’s about to become! To most of you, my rise here is a surprise. To me? HELL NO it’s not a surprise. What I have done since coming here, particularly this summer, particularly when across TWO companies I won FOUR MATCHES in TEN DAYS… that’s not “magic”... that’s being one of the best damn wrestlers in the world.

That could NEVER be a surprise to me considering that I SURVIVED AND ENDURED the rock bottom of my WHOLE LIFE to even BECOME a professional wrestler to begin with!

You’re looking at a small town girl, who at the age of 16, was about ready to drop out of high school and give up on ever being anything in this world because she couldn’t stand the hazing and the bullying she was going through… because she figured she was always destined to be miserable, downtrodden and worthless. That small town girl, growing up dirt poor, single-parent household, whose wardrobe largely consisted of hand-me-down donations from Goodwill, whose food on the table came from food stamps and my single mother scraping for minimum wage earnings at a damn housekeeping job that treated her like shit, whose first car couldn’t happen until she was already on the mainstream, who saved diner tips and paychecks for TWO YEARS to save up to even go to wrestling school, who was once thought of as the runt of the litter so to speak in her wrestling class…

...she turned her whole life around and became the rags to riches success story you see in front of you right now! And not ONCE, EVER, while I was going through the worst of times did I EVER bitch about adversity… no, I MADE adversity my bitch… and I did the same thing when I endured my rock bottom of my career and turned it ALL around to become what I am in front of you on this very night.

So NO… I am NOT going to listen to those writing me off. I’m not even going to acknowledge that. Because I have one of the purest, strongest, most resilient hearts you are ever going to see in this business. I am THE UNBREAKABLE Iron Spirit that took on the triple threat of Ursula, Molly and Coda and won against ALL three of them when most wrestlers would struggle to even win two out of three against them. I don’t see myself as the underdog… because what I see myself is someone that’s about to become a seven time world champion and a true testament to what it means to face and overcome the worst of adversities to be the best you could ever be! For as good of a wrestler Jenni is and for as much of a stranglehold she has had on that championship…

She PALES in comparison to the worst I’ve ever endured in this business and in my whole life… and knowing what I am capable of now… and knowing what I have done my whole career…

Jenni is going to learn that on the biggest stage, under the brightest lights, she can NOT be better than ME… and by the time she does?

I’ve already won that title from her…

Victoria tosses aside the microphone and soaks in the cheers she’s receiving as her theme hits. She remains bright, vibrant and confident as she exits the ring and walks up the ramp to head toward the back.

Ruby Kirk: I, for one, think that Victoria Salinas has every chance in the world of becoming our third One Wrestle Movement champion, D'Abruzzo!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Do you really think that Victoria Salinas can defeat Jenni Drew? Are you HIGH?

Ruby Kirk: No! I just feel like she has the skill and drive to see it through!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well good luck to her, Kirk. I mean that.

Ruby Kirk: But…?

Marci D'Abruzzo: No buts. I said what I said. Let's get on with the show, already!

Ruby Kirk: Marci D'Abruzzo saying her first positive word, folks!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I say lots of positive words, Kirk! I mean, you're so stupid that I cannot even insult you.

Ruby Kirk: Oh, brother. Anyway, I'm excited for Olivia Blue taking on Faye Lange in our next encounter! Let's get it!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Can your excitement for a minute, dumbass! We're gonna cut away and hear from Olivia first!

We find ourselves in the Baxter Arena parking lot. Why? Because sitting on the bonnet of her own motorhome is Olivia Blue and she appears to be holding a paper plate with a small Reuben sandwich, or at least a small piece left of said delicacy, with one hand as the other approaches the food...only to stop when the brunette spot us and greet us with a small smile.

Olivia Blue: Oh hey there. My name's Olivia Blue and don't mind this sandwich; I always like a little snack before a match. After all, while others may simply come appear now and then for a mere paycheck, I am here tonight to wrestle...just like I'll personally drive my RV to every upcoming OWM show just to wrestle. Not just act like some big shot on social media, only to be lazy and prove to be a complete waste of both money and opportunity while others more deserving are scraping against each other for a mere chance at the latter.

Her momentary outburst almost made the Englishwoman drop her plate but Miss Blue calmed herself enough to take a deep breath before speak up.

Olivia Blue: And I get the honour, nay the privilege, of competing against two of them in the upcoming seven days. At Epic against Quinn Costa and here tonight against Faye Lange. You know Faye? The six foot Danish beauty who not only will be towering over me throughout our bout but also has a pretty enough bum that she even joked the possibility of our match becoming a potential Ass Off.

The brunette couldn't help but giggle for a moment as she carefully slips herself off her RV.

Olivia Blue: But jokes, bottoms and undeserving dunces aside...I know that tonight I'm facing off against someone of amazing talent, an obvious height advantage and have the professional hunger to potentially try ragdolling me about just so she can win. I ain't here to declare that I won't be coming out of this without a scratch. Hell, I fully expect to end up more battered than a chippy cod and I'll be more than happy to share a pizza with Faye once the match is over...but...

Olivia takes the last piece of her Reuben and finishes it off while stepping over towards a nearby bin before dropping the paper plate inside it. Afterwards the former model steps over to her motorhome, opens the door to it and glances over towards us with a little smirk on her youthful face.

Olivia Blue: I'll be the one celebrating her victory tonight.

Miss Blue gives us a wink before entering her RV, closing the door behind her and ignite the engine as we fade to black.

Marci D'Abruzzo: This should definitely be an interesting contest, all things considered. I don't think that I have seen either of them put on a bad match.

Ruby Kirk: You're hitting a little different tonight, D'Abruzzo!

Marci sighs.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I'll hit you a little different tonight, Kirk. Now shut up so we can get to this match!

Singles Match:
Faye Lange
Versus
Olivia Blue

DING DING DING!!!

Both Faye Lange and Olivia Blue nod and start to circle as the Omaha crowd gets a rhythmic clap going for them.

Ruby Kirk: Lock up and Olivia Blue starting things off with a deep arm drag! Legscissors attempt and Faye leverages her way free!

Both women get back to their feet and Olivia grins somewhat deviously and then tries for an open hand smack to the face of Faye, but she intercepts it, swings Olivia around and dumps her with a crisp Russian legsweep, rolling through for a pin.

ONE
TW..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Olivia Blue wasn't gonna fall prey to that..

Ruby Kirk: Lange still in control here!

Faye takes the arm and hauls Olivia to get feet, looking to shoot her across the ring with an irish whip, but Blue stands her ground and it's Lange who ends up hitting the ropes. Blue takes one look, grins and speeds off in the other direction..

Ruby Kirk: Hah! We've got us a little criss-cross action going on.

Faye misses wildly with a running clothesline attempt, having to leapfrog as Blue ducks down and keeps running..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Whatever this is, it's making me dizzy!

Again, Olivia passes Faye by as she misses with a dropkick. The crowd gets behind Faye though, as she kips back up to her feet and zones in on Olivia..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Blue with the springboard..

The crowd pops as Faye catches her..

Ruby Kirk: DOUBLE LEG SPINEBUSTER! This could be it!

ONE
TWO
T..

Olivia definitely had the wind taken out of her sails, yet she still manages to get the shoulder up. Faye sits up and she looks around, getting a smile on her face as she senses her damaged opponent and hears the roar of the Omaha fans. Slowly, she hauls Olivia to her feet and the crowd gets even louder as Faye hooks Olivia up in a reverse fireman's carry rack..

Ruby Kirk: Maelstr~

The fans get louder still, as Olivia wriggles free and lands on her feet behind Faye Lange..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Faye is turning back around! SUPERKIC~

Ruby Kirk: No! Faye Lange catches the leg and swings Olivia Blue back around! CRIMSON CRUSH (katihajime) CINCHED IN TIGHT!

Olivia struggles desperately, but it only inspires Faye to wrench it in tighter and drag her to the mat!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Blue is all outta options! There is is! This one's over!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via submission - FAAAAYE LAAAANGE!

Ruby Kirk: You know, that was actually pretty impressive.

Faye gets a loud reaction as she checks in on her opponent. Faye helps Olivia to her feet and then endorses her by raising her arm..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh pfft. Y'all are making me ill. Just take your win and get outta here, Lange.

Ruby Kirk: Nonsense, D'Abruzzo! This? This is called sportsmanship, and I wanna see more of it.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Blow it out your ass, Kirk. Let's go to a segment before I gotta take a bathroom break!

Where do we begin? Somewhere backstage and standing right in front of a black and green HATCHET CLAN banner. What do we find there? None other than ‘The Raven” Matthew Knox and “The Ginger Ninja” Molly Hatchet, standing before the camera. Both are in their ring gear, Molly shooting a wicked grin as she kicks things off.

Molly Hatchet: Two veteran tag team players who’ve won and done the game time and again stand here about ta’ be tried by the bravest members of the Kartel, Bodhi Bose and Driller Jaworski, and tha’ Symphony of Destruction, Ursula Von Rossbach and Coda. One team is already a fuckin’ mess and the other? No bones, Symphony could be tha’ next tag champions if they can get it together. That’s where we come in…

An amused smile at the outburst of confidence from his partner, Knox leans closer to the camera speaking in a lower, more dangerous tone.

Matthew Knox: There’s more prestige, history, and gold between Molly and I than any of you could hope to see in your life, or coat your rotted teeth with. Sure we’ve never tagged before, but we are united in the one simple goal: Scoring one for the good, wholesome and normal. Even if I’ve only known her from twitter, and stealing a win in the coliseum? I trust Molly’s desire to make a statement, off your sweat & pain.

Molly nods with approval and gives his shoulder a light tap with her taped knuckles.

Molly Hatchet: Too true! Ya’ see fer as many years as Ursula has been in tha’ business, tag team competition has ne’er been her strong suit. She’s always been a better lone wolf on tha’ hunt than she ever were a team player. Tis why she’s ne’er won a tag team battle against me and any partner that e’er laced up boots and stood by me. Her and Coda are facin’ two old pros at this sort of thing. Tha’ same goes for Bodhi and Driller.

Matthew Knox: Whichever one shows up, anyway. If either do. See, day 1 all I saw was Driller mouthing off and puffing his chest while his illiterate friends cheered him on. I’m finally lined up to fight him, and he’s recruited someone who probably knows more about Glutens and Essential Oils than he does about a wristlock, or just straight fighting. One, the other, together? It won’t matter. Because we’re better than the both of you. It could be sunshine, rainbows and puppy dog tails in the Kartel and it wouldn’t make a difference..

He pays Molly a cursory glance, and a shrug.

Matthew Knox: Although there’s always the play where all their friends show up, I suppose. But lets not worry about that, not when Coda and Ursikins have so much to worry about.. You’re not a team player, Ursikins. A blind man in a dark room can see that. And Coda? Much heart as you got, as skilled as you are, Midget Godzilla? It won’t be enough. Not tonight.

The Ginger Ninja again, nods with agreement.

Molly Hatchet: Aye. We know what ta’ do and how ta’ do it. I stand here with a grand partner, lookin’ ta’ prove somethin’ out in that ring! No one expects Knox or meself ta’ win, not in a million years. They expect tha’ slime of tha’ Kartel ta’ slip us up and tha’ Symphony to destroy us. Fuck that assessment I says! Yer not lookin’ at Knox and Hatchet…. YER LOOKIN’ AT HATCHET CLAN!!!

She suddenly dips down at her feet, pulling up a crinkled paper bag. From within it, she pulls out a black and green Hatchet Clan shirt for Matt.

Molly Hatchet: Wear tha’ banner with pride, lad.

Knox holds the shirt out in front of him, examining it for a moment before slipping it on over his bare upper body and paying the camera Chesire grin before being the first to exit stage left.

Molly Hatchet: Ye’ may think we’re trapped in that ring with all of ye’ but no… YER TRAPPED INSIDE WITH THA HATCHET CLAN!!!!

Molly draws her thumb across her throat, shooting a wild, chaotic grin. With a wicked chuckle, she then follows Knox stage left and out of frame. We cut to ye’ old ringside!

Ruby Kirk: Heck, it looks like the Hatchet Clan side of things have their heads on straight! That's a solid plan right there..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Kirk, one more word of your goody two shoes B.S and I'ma smack ya back to the caravan park! I'd so much rather check out another segment than listen to this, so that's what we're gonna do right now!

We cut to a different part of the arena, outside of the doors of the Yellow Rose Saloon, we see Jane and Sadie both in matching gear with white stetson hats and leather vests over their attire, as they're prepared to fight against Lash Donahue & Cain Dominguez.

Jane Adler: Tonight, we face off against two men we've been meaning to fight for a very long time.

Sadie Cassidy: That's right. Tonight we get a match against Lash Donahue and Cain Dominguez, the two that ended our original title reign.

She said with a bit of bitterness and animosity to her voice.

Jane Adler: A match that we never got a rematch for, despite the fact that Sadie and I were the inaugural tag team champions.

Sadie Cassidy: But, why should we be surprised? The management of this company has wanted to keep us down since day one. They didn't do a damn thing when the Headhunters stole our titles. They didn't book us to fight for months, and the locker room... they have the gall to say we're just whining! We've suffered genuine mistreatment, and all we get is do better...

Jane Adler: Yeah, as if we haven't been one of the best teams in the sport to begin with. We tried playing nice. We've tried playing fair. But, we're not here to be doormats.

Sadie Cassidy: The constant disrespect is going to stop, one way or another. And if Lash and Cain have to be the first people to learn this lesson, then so be it!

Coming back to the desk, Marci D'Abruzzo actually looks like she's mad, but Ruby looks a little confused.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You know. I don't say this very often, but Reg Inc actually have a point, and it's high time that they were vocal about it! Damn straight they should make an example of the 'reuinited' Agents of Chaos tonight!

Ruby Kirk: First of all. Agents of Chaos are the last team in the world who you could call reunited, D'Abruzzo! Have you SEEN their interactions on social media?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Sure, those two idiots can't keep it together. It's GREAT comedy value!

Ruby Kirk: Sure, for sick little puppies like you! But I digress. Heck. I'd really like to see Sadie and Jane make an example of Donohue and Dominguez! They ain't just gonna roll over, D'Abruzzo!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh I know. And it will make it that much entertaining. Can you shut up so we can get to it, already? It's coming at ya NOW!

Tornado Tag Team Match:
"Painmaker" Cain Dominguez and "Diamond" Lash Donohue
Versus
Regulators, Inc.

DING DING DING!!!

While Sadie Cassidy and Cain Dominguez lock up and jostle for position, Jane Adler takes one look at Lash Donohue and pounces..

Ruby Kirk: Right out of the gate, Adler with the chop block and she is taking it to Donohue!

Jane begins pounding away on Lash with alternating lefts and rights as he tries to find a way to cover up. Cain manages to haul Sadie into the corner with an Irish whip, and he stuns her with a follow up clothesline.

Ruby Kirk: Jane's gotta calm the hell down!

Marci D'Abruzzo: No she don't! Why do you say that?

Ruby Kirk: Because only like, half her shots are landing! Whoop! There goes the monkey flip, and now Donohue is in the driver's seat ready to punch the crap outta her!

Cain ascends to the middle rope and begins raining down punches on Sadie while the fans count.

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX

Meanwhile, Lash is raining down punches on Jane, eliciting a laugh as he marches Cain's tempo..

SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE.

Cain lines up for the final shot, and Lash does an over the top imitation of Cain as he lines up..

TE..

Marci D'Abruzzo: HAHAHA!

Both Sadie and Jane escape from their respective predicaments via a low blow! The referee doesn't hesitate to warn them! Lash's eyes roll back and he falls over, while Cain tumbles from the second rope, landing next to him. Reg Inc get the covers!

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: Agents of Chaos are still in this!

Sadie and Jane look to each other and nod as they work the bodies of Cain and Lash, drilling them with punches as they drag them to their feet..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Cassidy with the fireman's carry flapjack into the turnbuckle!

Crowd: WOAH!

Ruby Kirk: Adler with her inverted Alabama slam on Donohue, hurling him into Dominguez!

Lash bounces off, and Cain slumps down to the mat. Sadie picks him up and drills him with forearms.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Adler hauling Donohue to his feet now. Kick to the gut. I think I know what this is! RIO LOBO DRI~

The Nebraska crowd are at fever pitch as Lash manages to roll out backwards behind Jane, ensnare both of her arms and swing her around.

Lash Donohue: YEAH!!!

Ruby Kirk: Bury-Go-Rou~

When Lash goes to dump Jane onto her head it seems like she was just playing possum, because she broke free easily and pushed him right into the path of Sadie's running big boot, turning him inside out.

Jane leaves Lash where he is and turns her attention to Cain in the corner. Adler seizes him in an armbar and drags him over to where Cassidy was hauling up Donohue..

Ruby Kirk: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

Out of nowhere, both Regulators Inc and The Painmaker turn around and sock Lash in the face and then begin laying into him with repeated punches and kicks wherever they can get them!

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

Marci D'Abruzzo: BAHAHAHA! This is VENGEANCE!

Lash does his best to fight back, but he quickly succumbs to the skilled, precise three on one onslaught. Lash falls to the mat and then they proceed to put the boots to him.

Ruby Kirk: You can't think that THIS is going to get your message across! This is just an ambush.

Jane hauls Lash back up and she nods to Sadie while Cain grins evilly. He looks excited as he nods slowly.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're damn right it is, and it's about damn time! This is how you shut up your doubters, yeah! This is how you get what you want around here!

Jane sets Lash up and the crowd BOO loudly as Sadie comes in to complete the Magic Killer..

Marci D'Abruzzo: BRUTAL RED DEAD REVOLVER by my gals Reg Inc!

Lash hits the mat hard, but Sadie drags the seemingly unconscious man to his feet by his dreadlocks. She looks to Cain and she grins evilly and shoves Lash towards him..

Marci D'Abruzzo: FADE TO BLACK by Dominguez!

For the second time in this match, Lash is turned inside out and he tumbles to the mat. Cain yells inaudibly at Lash and slaps his unconscious and bleeding ex friend about the face a couple of times before turning away from him in disgust, walking back up the ramp with Jane and Sadie who look back on the carnage and laugh.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahaha. What a great match. What a finish.

Ruby Kirk: What the hell, D'Abruzzo?! Are you kidding? Lash didn't deserve any of this! Try as he might have, it's near impossible to overcome a three on one attack like this!

Reg Inc and Dominguez head backstage, and the fans give it up for Lash as he manages to get back up, roll out of the ring and stumble back up the ramp. He grins through a crimson mask as he raises an arm and acknowledges them.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Exactly! He couldn't. It's Lash. He sucks. When was the last time he won a match? And besides! Both Dominguez and Reg Inc made it pretty clear that Donohue is the only one who truly wanted to be there.

Ruby Kirk: He's..argh. I'm not even going to continue arguing with a brick wall, folks. I'm getting word in my earpiece right now, so let's go to commercial and get away from my crazy partner!

Glory returns from a thrilling commercial break, and we cut to ringside. Bodhi Bose is standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd showing their lack of affection for him through a loud chorus of boos. He grins, holding his hand up to calm them down a bit. He has a microphone in hand and is pacing the ring a bit before stopping to look at the camera.

Bodhi Bose: Ladies and gentlemen of… Where are we again? Oh yes, Omaha, a city famous for… Actually this place is trash. I’m not sure why any of you live here when there are plenty of decent places in the world that aren’t Omaha.

The crowd boos even louder now, and all Bodhi does is laugh, nodding his head slowly.

Bodhi Bose: It is okay to boo at your own city. It takes courage. I’m not out here to talk about this city full of pig feces and inbreeding. No, I’m here to talk about this HUGE three-team match coming up later. This match where I will be teaming with my Kali Kartel buddy Driller against not one but two other teams. Why so many teams? I have no clue. They are just throwing darts at a wall of photos when they made this thing. But I am concerned about not only my safety but the safety of Driller and even for Molly and Coda. Why do you ask?

He pauses for a second for dramatic effect before continuing.

Bodhi Bose: Because first off Ursula is not a stable human being. She is a sycophant and dangerous. I mean I could outwrestle her any day that ends in Y, but I mean that she’s not all there in the head. She could hurt someone, even her own partner if things don’t go her way. Plus she thinks she’s in good shape? Please! All those muscles slow you down and make you sloppy. Look at my body. It is the peak physical condition a wrestler should be. Another sign that she is insane, friends. Besides her though we have a man who promotes kids to do drugs. A man who tries to be The Crow for some reason and from what I heard may be a sexual predator too. A man who calls himself The Raven because he thinks he is edgy and read a book in middle school one time. Why don’t you ready a good book to take inspiration from next time Knox? Either way. This man is on crack or maybe the reefer, there is no way of telling.

The crowd is still not enjoying a word he is saying, but Bodhi is totally enjoying himself, a huge grin still spread across his face. He removes his fancy shades and looks at the camera a bit more serious suddenly.

Bodhi Bose: If you think about it though that eliminates one member of each team, making them ineligible to be a tag team so they cannot compete. You remove those two teams and that makes me and Driller the winners by default. You may ring the bell now to signal our victory dear time keeper…

But before anything can happen at all, Bodhi is interrupted by “Under Black Flags We March” by Arch Enemy. The spotlight backdrop silhouettes Coda and Ursula’s contrasting body types at the center. The powerhouse of the two marches forward with rippling muscles and heavy stomps while her wiry opposite glides with light steps beside her partner with a microphone in hand. Ursula holds a microphone, too, their backs against the stage and their eyes focused on Bodhi inside the squared circle.

Coda: We have heard enough. Now listen.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Mr. Bose, you bury yourself with each foolish syllable you utter from your twisted little lips. You expose your ignorance to the world when a wiser man would have kept silent and let someone else look the fool for him. Every word you have uttered has only further courted the disaster that awaits you in that very ring you stand in, but do continue to belittle us more, for you not only will have made our satisfaction that much greater upon your complete and utter failure, but you also will come off as completely incompetent. Ms. Coda, do inform him of his error.

Coda: You forget, Bodhi. The more you disrespect your opponents, the more foolish you will seem in the case of defeat. Should victory follow, you will appear to have accomplished nothing. In that same spirit, I would like to make a proclamation.

The Seoul Samurai widens her stance as she looks out into the crowd with her face mask around her neck. Ursula looks on with curious eyes, stepping aside to give her room.

Coda: If there was a war, it has already ended. The Resistance lost and not by a small margin, either. Even as their call to arms repeats itself nearly every week, the rebellion has catastrophically failed to recruit Greta Nyx, Noelle Jansen, Driller Jaworski, Jack Riggs, and many others. Why? Is it because these individuals tend to be more abrasive than those in the Resistance’s ranks? No. Is it based on chance that all these people would decide to help turn Kali Kartel into the second coming of the Dogs of War faction? No. The reason for their defections is simply because Kali Kartel has what the Resistance lacks: Unity.

The more petite member of SoD looks down and then back at Bodhi in the ring.

Coda: You support your brethren, Mr. Bose. Even after you and Driller disagreed, you two have reformed that bond at dizzying speed. You care not for individual glory, nor are you continually undercutting each other for dominance as the Resistance often do. You are mighty foes capable of accomplishing many accolades in 1WM. Yet, even so…

Ursula Von Rossbach: ...You stand upon the precipice of your own destruction.

Bodhi Bose: Are you two done yet? Jesus! Coda, you can pretend you know about the Kartel but you are completely in the dark. The heart of Kali Kartel is as strong as ever and you will witness that tonight! As for Ursula… I hope you take a Xanax before the match and chill out with your murderer mentality. Now before you two make the crowd go home from boredom, I am headed to the back to prepare my upcoming victory celebration! And just to get it out of the way, you are welcome for me helping you seem relevant tonight! See ya soon, Oklahoma!

Bodhi rolls out of the ring, looks at them on the stage and instead of dealing with them he jumps the barricade to escape through the fans. Ursula merely smiles as she gives a little mock clap, her head inclined as if looking at a small child accomplishing something insignificant but giving the condescending nod of approval regardless.

We cut to the dressing room of the Fallen Angels, where Damon and Aurora Graves can be seen standing with their manager, Alicia Perry. While the Graveses are clad in their ring gear, Alicia is dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a red custom-cut t-shirt with the Fallen Angels logo printed on the front. Alicia appears to be in not the friendliest mood as she holds her phone out for everyone in the room to hear.

Alicia Perry: I’m telling you, these fuckers will stop at nothing to keep those belts. Hell, you’ve seen them do it!

Damon and Aurora exchange knowing glances at each other as they listen to the conversation.

Male Voice (on speakerphone): Not a hell of a lot we can do from where we’re at, right now.

Female Voice (on speakerphone): He’s right; our schedules don’t exactly line up at the moment. Believe me, if we could be there, we would be.

Alicia closes her eyes and sighs quietly, slowly nodding her head.

Alicia Perry: I know; it’s nothing you can help at the moment.

Male Voice: You know we’d be there to back you up if we could…

Alicia Perry: Yeah, I know. Perhaps if circumstances were different….

Female Voice: Perhaps.

Alicia Perry: Anyway, I’ll let you two go. I’ve taken up enough of your time.

Female Voice: It’s no problem, Alicia. We can always meet up once you all get back.

Male Voice: And with any luck, you can pry those belts off of those walking pieces of shit.

Damon scoffs as the corner of his lip curls upward.

Damon Graves: “Can”? Cuz, we WILL take those belts, no ifs, ands, or buts!

The call comes to an end as Alicia puts her phone away and turns her attention to her clients. Her almond brown eyes turn to Aurora just in time to see her face contort into a disgusted sneer.

Aurora Graves: Of course, they’re going to need to be sanitized once we get them. I don’t even want to think about where those straps have been. Just thinking about those slobs is making me want to vomit.

Aurora quickly covers her hand over her mouth, stifling the urge to regurgitate. Damon brushes her long blonde hair aside as he places a hand on her shoulder and smirks.

Damon Graves: If you’re gonna think about them, think about how humiliated they’re gonna be once they can’t devalue the championships anymore.

Aurora rolls her eyes.

Aurora Graves: Yeah, but we’re still gonna have to listen to them spew shit like geysers.

Ruby Kirk: Hahahaha!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut it, Kirk!

Damon throws his head back and laughs for a moment before switching his gaze between his wife and his manager. In a gesture of indifference, he shrugs his shoulders.

Damon Graves: Who the fuck cares? Without those belts, their words mean less than nothing. Besides, we’ll be too busy to listen to them bitch…

Damon pantomimes a mouth with his hand as he silently mouths “blah, blah, blah” as the two women giggle. Aurora then gives a quick nod and raises her index finger.

Aurora Graves: You’ve got a point; there are a whole slew of teams that still haven’t gotten a fair shot at the belts…

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya can't argue with that! Reg Inc have been going on and on about it for months now!

Damon Graves: And when we have them in our grasp, we’re gonna go on one hell of a tear defending them.

Aurora Graves: And you know where the Headhunters are gonna be?

Aurora looks first to Alicia and then to her husband. The three all have wicked, ear-to-ear smiles on their faces.

All three: AT THE BACK OF THE FUCKING LINE!

Ruby Kirk: HELL YEAH! Now it's time to get excited!

Marci D'Abruzzo: They'll only disappoint you, Kirk.

Ruby Kirk: What the hell are you even saying, D'Abruzzo?!

The trio exchanges a three-way fistbump as the scene cuts away.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Can we FINALLY get to this match?!

Triple Threat Tag Match
Matt "The Raven" Knox and "The Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet
Versus
Kali Kartel (Driller Jaworski and Bodhi Bose)
Versus
Symphony of Destruction (Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach)

Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is a TripleThreat Tag Team match set for one fall or submission! Introducing first representing the Hatchet Clan, Matthew Knox and Molly Hatchet!

Ruby Kirk: THIS match. This is billed to be one of the hottest bouts of 2021, and it's what I've been looking to watch all night.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You state the obvious an awful lot. Let's see if Hatchet Clan are gonna come through with this 'plan' you be gushin' over, huh?

Mari Moon: Team number two, representing Kali Kartel, Bodhi Bose and Driller Jaworski!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HAHAHA. Mah boys..

Ruby Kirk: No matter their antics, the Kali Kartel always seem to find a way to make an impact. Particularly where Driller Jaworski is concerned.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hah. You mean he impacts his opponents' heads into the freakin' ring!

Mari Moon: And finally, the team of Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach, they are the Symphony of Destruction!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I feel like we're looking at the dark horse team here, but I've been wrong before..

Ruby Kirk: Ms. D'Abruzzo. You're wrong all the gotdang time.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I was trying to be nice, nimrod.

Ruby sighs.

Ruby Kirk: Whatever. SoD have always made things dang near impossible for anyone they have ever stood across the ring from. Tonight will be no different, I'm sure. Ring that bell, ref!

DING DING DING!!!

UVR steps out to meet Bodhi, while Coda, Driller, Molly and Knox step out to the apron in their respective corners. The two competitors lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. UVR ducks under a headlock attempt by Bodhi to jump up into a knee strike. Bodhi goes down to all fours and UVR runs to the ropes. She bounces off and jumps into a victory roll.

One...

Two...kick out!

UVR dives to her corner, tags in Coda. As Bodhi starts to sit up, Coda connects with a shining wizard knee strike! Coda goes for the cover.

One...

Two...Molly breaks it up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Stop breaking up the pins, ketchup head!

Ruby Kirk: Uh. It's a component of tag team wrestling, D'Abruzzo.

As Molly starts to back off, the lights go out, bathing the arena in darkness.

Marci D'Abruzzo: NOW what?!

A siren goes off, red lights start flashing and "Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn starts up. Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy step through the curtain and make a beeline towards the ring, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd.

Ruby Kirk: What the hell are Regulators. Inc. doing out here now?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Why don’t you go ask them?

Ruby Kirk: They have no business here!. They have a match coming up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I’d say they have just as much business as anyone else!

Jane and Sadie dive into the ring and attack Coda and Molly. UVR, Knox and Driller jump in as well as the referee frantically calls for the bell! As Reg. Inc. continues to rumble with the other teams, fog begins to feel the arena as the soft notes and a haunting background chorus fill the air. They are joined by a female voice, sorrowful, seductive, and yet with an air of barely restrained glee.

Ruby Kirk: H..huh?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Somehow, I don’t think we really wanna know...

Ruby Kirk: But...

Marci D'Abruzzo: What is that?

The lights cut out, the fog seemingly lit from within as disconcerting shadows take form within. Serpents seem to writhe in the air, monstrous beasts spread their wings and take to the air, and a skeletally thin demonic figure sporting horns, membranous wings, and a tail strides forward, its feminine silhouette growing larger.

Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment

Ruby Kirk: WHAT THE HELL?

The shapes of smaller figures flank the demonic presence, its wings swept back, its arms spread wide as if simultaneously inviting embrace and seeking to focus attention on the smaller shadows. The demon and its followers walk forward, the malformed demonic shape softening into the outline of a woman in a hooded robe.

Marci D'Abruzzo: HA! I know this one!

She's shortish, maybe around five feet in height, and wearing a porcelain dragon mask with lilac horns that spiral from the top. She has a microphone in hand and it's apparent that she's the one singing the haunting lyrics.

Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows

Eight children follow her out of the mist, each of them dressed up to somewhat resemble each participant in the ring, as well as wearing their merchandise, though the two in Regulators Inc shirts are wearing tees that are way too big. Each is carrying an object, one carries a black wicker box, another a folded white bedsheet, a third with a small ornate chest, and the rest carrying silver chalices adorned with brilliant blue gems. The figure takes the sheet from one of the children, spreading it over the top of the stage before taking the box. The three cupbearers slip their chalices into it, drawing out cold, clear water. Each takes a sip, then holds the cup allowing the other children to take a drink as well.

Follow, sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows

The haunting figure places the box behind her, taking a seat upon it as the last child hands her the tiny wooden chest. The children sit in a circle with her as the head and the cupbearers pour out the water to form a puddle centered between all of them, which turns the red of blood. The robed, masked figure turns the chest around to face the ring and she runs her hand lovingly over the top.

Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and passions

The woman's singing takes on a suddenly gleeful tone, and as one all six children suddenly turn to look at the ring, with identical grins of predatory desire on their tiny faces as the hooded figure opens the chest. A collapsed framework with a cloth banner attached to it folds out, many times the size of the original chest. The black banner with pink and gold lettering reads "SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Crowd: BOOOO!!!

Ruby Kirk: What in the hell is this?!

Suddenly Regan Voorhees and Kalinda Kriegsdottir approach into the ring behind while everybody is looking at the big, attention-getting theatrical production taking place on the entryway.

Ruby Kirk: Holy crap! That’s the Uprising Tag Team Champions, Swine Flew!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I know that! Geez. You call yourself a wrestling fan!

Coda and UVR quickly slide out of the ring. Molly knocks Jane down with a stiff right only to run into a jumping superkick from Kalinda while Knox and Sadie trade shots. Swine Flew grab Molly and hit Abattoir (double team hammerlock cradle DDT)! Jane crawls up behind Knox and low blows him while Regan and Kalinda set the boots to Bodhi and Driller. Knox starts to double over and Sadie drills him in the mouth. Knox staggers and Jane hits him with a big dropkick. Knox staggers a little more and Sadie catches him with a knee trembler!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Knee trembler on Knox! Kriegsdottir is sliding out to the floor right now.

Ruby Kirk: I still don't know just what the hell the UPRISING Tag Team champions are here invading a One Wrestle Movement championship match! Someone gonna call security?

Kalinda slides out to the floor, grabs Regan’s trademark croquet mallet, and grabs a chair from ringside. Bodhi drags himself up but is instantly hit with Jane’s shining enzuigiri. Jane hits a hangman's neckbreaker on Driller, who turns and stumbles into a running knee to midsection from Sadie!

Crowd: OHHHH!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hangman's neckbreaker! Running knee from Sadie! Regulators Inc is all up in this!

Ruby Kirk: What the hell is with that mallet?!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Just you wait and see!

Kalinda dives back into the ring and tosses the mallet to Regan. Swine Flew turns to face Reg Inc. and the Uprising Tag Team Champions bash the former 1WM Tag Team Champions over the head with vicious chair/mallet shots!

Crowd: OHHH! BOOOOO!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's what's up with the mallet!

Ruby Kirk: Mother of God!

Seeing no need to get involved, Coda and UVR turn and walk up the ramp. Swine Flew blast Molly before blasting Bodhi and Driller, who are out on the mat, with the chair/mallet combo as well!

Ruby Kirk: First Regulators, Inc. ruin this match and then Uprising’s Tag Team Champions, Swine Flew, come in and just lays waste!

Marci D'Abruzzo: If this is what we’re going to expect from the working relationship with Uprising then I’m all for it! We're gonna go to a commercial real quick, don't move a muscle!

When the broadcast returns, Kalinda Kriegsdottir appears to be throwing a bit of a temper tantrum, knocking things over, kicking wastebaskets, slamming doors. Mickey Greer oozes into the scene, his rodentine nose for potential dirt having found him a possible avalanche. Regan and the hooded figure from earlier, who is now wearing a different mask and appears to have leafy vines sticking out of her hood, both seem to be attempting to soothe the smol, angry dragoness.

Mickey Greer: Kalinda and Regan of Swine Flew, UPRISING's own Tag Team Champions, whatever are you two doing here?

Kalinda stomps over, yanking the microphone down to her level.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Having my whole dastardly plot ruined is what I'm doing here! I quite clearly called "dibs" on ruining this particular match over a week ago on VillainsOnly.TV, and what do I get? I get some other entitled villain group's sloppy seconds!

Kalinda turns to the hooded figure.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Up! Up! I need to loom menacingly, pick me up, The Obvious Plant!

The hooded, planty figure places her hands around Kalinda's waist and lifts the five foot tall dragoness up so that she's slightly taller than Mickey Greer.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Regan, have Steve fetch my manager, please. The Obvious Plant doesn't have a lot of stamina.

Only after all this strangeness does Kalinda return her gaze to the interviewer.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Here we are, planning to perform a most sinister and wicked cross-promotional invasion, no doubt causing a great deal of wailing and gnashing of teeth amongst 1WM fans and talents! But no! No! That's all gone now!

Kalinda throws up her hands in frustration.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Because the match was already ruined, and now we look like brave and valiant heroes coming to the rescue of Regan's good friend and former member of Swine Flew, Matt Knox!

Regan's toady, Steve, arrives. He's carrying a black milk crate adorned with glitter, googly eyes, and sinister eyebrows and a villainous mustache made out of pipe cleaners. The Obvious Plant sets her down atop the milk crate, allowing her mistress to loom without quivering due to The Obviously Plant's arm tremors.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: A perfectly good villainous plot ruined by a pair of amateurs who didn't follow proper protocol in giving advance notice in their daily dastardly deeds!

Mickey Greer: Well, Regulators Inc are feeling unappreciated, and I'm sure they don't think of themselves as villains.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Oh blah blah blah, enough with the whole everyone is the hero of their own story bullshit. The good guys don't ruin whole-ass matches because they're feeling neglected and unloved.

The Necromancer Queen snorts.

Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Next thing you know, they've going to be touching themselves in the bushes outside the arena with binoculars, hoping to catch a glimpse of both the tag team titles and their own faded and tarnished glory of yesteryear.

With those parting words, the Swine Flew entourage abruptly turn and walk away leaving Mouse speechless.

Ruby Kirk: This company is a freakin' MESS in 2021.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Thank you, Captain Obvious.

We go to the back where Griffin is backstage getting a Cherry Coke out of the vending machine. He is then stopped by none other than VIP.

Vance Isaac Parker: Hey Griff..you got a minute?

He reaches into the slot and pulls out the soda.

Griffin Hawkins: Uh sure..but shouldn't you be preparing for your match later tonight?

Vance Isaac Parker: Don't worry, I'm well prepared. I just wanted to talk to you before I go out there..in case I don't get a chance to later on.

He opens the bottle and takes a swig of the coke.

Griffin Hawkins: Alright then...what's on your mind?

Vance Isaac Parker: Well, first off..I want to say good for you for what happened in your match with Jack Riggs at the last Legendary. Other than the Kartel, a lot of people thought he got what he deserved.

Griffin Hawkins: Well, now he knows how it feels to be put on the shelf. If he's smart, he'll stay the hell away from me if and when he returns.

Vance Isaac Parker: Well Kartel members aren't exactly known for their intelligence..but time will tell. But what I wanted to talk about was your interview after the match. I admire your passion..in wanting to stop the Kartel's reign of terror over 1WM, but I think you'd be doing yourself a favor if you let Cedric Southern and the rest of the 1WM brass take care of it.

He sighs, looking at him with a serious look on his face.

Griffin Hawkins: Vance..the Kartel have been running roughshod over this company for a year. They injured whoever they wanted..bullied whoever they wanted..management doesn't got the balls to actually do something about them. Driller put out a man who had contributed so much for this sport...why? Because he felt like it. Because he couldn't take being embarrassed in some stupid exhibition that hides his flaws and weaknesses. What did management do about it? Nothing. He wasn't fined..he wasn't suspended...hell he should be in jail for that instead of going to jail for getting drunk and making an ass of himself in public. I'm done sitting by doing nothing. If Management won't do anything about it, then I will.

Vance Isaac Parker: I understand your frustration Griffin..really I do. And I agree, Driller should've been dealt with a long time ago. But this isn't the wild wild west...1WM is not Dodge City..you are not Wyatt Earp..and Driller is not some outlaw like Josey Wales. Vigilante justice is not going to fix things. You can easily go out and fight for the World Heavyweight Title..in my view you deserve another shot, but if you continue this war...you're not going to be around to get one.

Griffin Hawkins: You're not looking at the big picture Vance. As long as The Kartel is living and breathing, they are gonna make sure that I don't get a title shot. But the title isn't even the main point here. I've been here for a year busting my ass..literally killing myself to prove that I am the best One Wrestle Movement has to offer..and The Kartel are looking to take it all away from me because I'm a threat to them. They are looking to take food off my family's table..off your family's table..off everybody's table..just so Solomon can push his selfish agenda. All the Kartel cares about is remaining on top and putting out people who won't kiss their ass about how "great" they are. Hell, Driller's already targeted you..do you want to be the next person he puts on the shelf?

Vance Isaac Parker: He's not going to put me on the shelf...none of them are. Management will not allow it. You have to work within the system Griffin. It's not our job to police others. All you have to do is keep your head down and follow the script..you'll do yourself a world of...

In frustration, he hurls his soda across the hall, taking VIP by surprise at the sudden outburst.

Griffin Hawkins: God damn it Vance! Stop being so damn passive!

Vance Isaac Parker: I'm not being passive, I'm...

Griffin Hawkins: Wake up Vance! Look around you...in case you haven't noticed, this is not Hollywood. There is no fancy set and there is no director to yell "cut" so you can go sit in your chair where your assistant rubs your feet while you eat craft services. This is the real world. This is a group of scumbags who want to put me out of the sport, put you out of the sport, put anyone who opposes them out of the sport. It's been a year..do you really have that much faith that management are finally gonna get off their ass and do something about them? You have to fight back.

Vance Isaac Parker:....I'm sorry Griffin, but that's how I feel. It is what it is.

Griffin takes a deep breath.

Griffin Hawkins: Well..I'm not gonna sit by and watch The Kartel run people out of the company. You can do what you think is right.

With that he slowly turns and walks away from VIP, leaving him to think on everything.

Marci D'Abruzzo: VIP better ponder all of this pretty damn fast and work it out, Kirk! Because that dang falls count anywhere match is coming at ya NOW!

Falls Count Anywhere Match
Justice Cross
Versus
Vance Isaac Parker

The lights flash twice as “Rock Me Amadeus” by Falco takes flight, low murmurs being elicited from the crowd for a rare GLORY appearance by Vance Isaac Parker. Tough traditionally VIP would wear is trademark suit, instead he was wearing a pair of double pinstripe trackpants and a sleeveless loose-fitting muscle shirt with the 1WM branding logo on the bottom and with his “stop it” animated image he’s known to use on social media, plastered front and center on the shirt.

Ruby Kirk: Vance Isaac Parker, one of the hottest rising talents of One Wrestle Movement. I wonder what’s on his mind?

Marci D’Abruzzo: Rising? Has this guy actually won a match yet?

Ruby Kirk: And yet in spite of that, the man shows up to work every day, and I think these people see that and respect the work ethic.

VIP didn’t have a “spring in his step” so to speak, instead he actually walked slower and with a noticeable limp to match the bandage across his left temple. It was the roughest he had appeared in the seven months he had been working for this company. He couldn’t hide the grin from taking over his face even as he made the long walk down the aisle. At ringside however, he stopped and received the microphone from the ring announcer.

Vance Isaac Parker: You guys….it’s too much. Even going into Legendary with Terminator herself, you firmly stuck behind me, even in a losing effort. I make no excuses for that, Ursula Von Rossbach was the superior athlete on that given night. At least she left me with some...lovely parting gifts...to return home with.

Vance takes a moment to peel back the bandage, revealing a gnarly knot on his forehead where one of her strikes had made contact with his head. The crowd gives a groan as he replaces the bandage.

Ruby Kirk: That’s a radical bump he’s got on his head, ouch.

Vance Isaac Parker: But, like I said before, I’m still here! Every match I get better, every fight I get stronger, and through every interaction my ethics and integrity stands out proudly as a shining beacon of hope of a man that will not be denied. When I see something, I will say it, and there’s nothing that can stop me from speaking of such truth. Ursula got me, and she got me real good in our match. But if I let one loss define who I was, then my entire moral character would be a pathetic wretch of a human being. I’m going to keep training and practicing, and I’m going to get better...and when I do, I’m coming for you Ursula. I want my rematch.

The crowd transitions from murmurs and whispers to a roar for the rematch of respect and competition between athletes.

Marci D’Abruzzo: Yeah, yeah, tell your story walking. You sound just like countless other losers that couldn’t hack it in this business!

Vance Isaac Parker: But that is a future task. Tonight, I’m here to issue a different challenge. Y’see at Legendary I got to test myself with one-half of the best tag team on the One Dub roster, and next Legendary, I would like to continue that trend. And that’s why for my next test, for my next challenge, I would like to challenge none other than the other half of Symphony of Destruction, the pint-sized Kaiju herself; I want to challenge Coda!

Ruby Kirk: !!!

Marci D’Abruzzo: What is this. He probably won’t even last ten minutes with her. Who’s paying to see this match…….

Ruby Kirk: Shut up, I for one would love to see how Vance approaches a fight with arguably one of the most popular competitors on the roster.

Vance Isaac Parker: I don’t know what her schedule looks like, or when she’s free, but for me, for her, and --

Vance takes a step back and raises his hand up, one finger extended as he spins around and pointing at everyone in attendance.

Vance Isaac Parker: The entirety of the One Dub Universe, I truly believe that this is the next best course of --

At that point VIP is unceremoniously interrupted by the sounds of “Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender…

Ruby Kirk: Justice Cross and Vance Isaac Parker have had quite the dialogue the past couple of months, but neither of them have devolved to come to blows, at least so far…

Marci D’Abruzzo: Zzz snore, will these two just kiss or something already. Move over, we’re here to watch people get their asses kicked!

Once at the edge of the ramp, she stares at VIP, who returns the stare. With her own microphone, she starts…fists balled up, she locks unblinking eyes on VIP...

Ruby Kirk: You could cut the tension here like it was butter!

Justice steps closer, daring VIP to do the same and when he does - she nails him right on the jaw! VIP staggers back, rubbing his jaw as he does so. Justice rushes toward him, to which VIP elevates her up, but quickly she places her hands in front of herself to guard against the impact of the post, then kicks her leg back and catches VIP in the back of his head! She flips off the ring apron, crashing down onto VIP with a beautiful standing moonsault from the apron to the floor! On landing she reaches back for the near leg and hooks it as the referee counts the early pinfall.

1!
2!

Kick out!

Marci: All this build up and it was almost over in the first two minutes. I told you this guy didn’t have the stuff for this.

Ruby: He’s not out yet is he? If it’s one thing we’ve learned over the past few months, it’s that VIP is a thinking man’s wrestler. He’s not going to go down without a fight!

VIP rolls directly away from Justice as she follows him in. She grabs him by his short blonde hair and pulls - but no instead he sweeps his leg tripping Justice, sending her within inches from the security barricade. After the close call Justice takes a moment to catch her breath, but this time it’s VIP pressing his own advantage with a rear waistlock. He starts to heave her back, but she blocks it, while VIP continues to shift the momentum, again trying to lift her up with a release belly-to-back suplex, but Justice quickly, frantically even, stomps on his foot which forces him to release the waistlock. She reaches back and takes him into a side headlock, raising her free arm into the air and flashing a very determined smirk. She starts to pull, snapping his face to the ground with a bulldog, but VIP has other plans as he pushes her off into the ring skirt. She stops short just in time to turn around, just in time to watch VIP jump onto the barricade, and back off with a big desperation lariat, sending Justice to the floor as well as himself!

Ruby: I never knew he had it in him…

Marci: Anything is possible when you’re fighting from desperation.

VIP tries to get into a pin but Justice has already started to crawl away towards the steel steps. That was when he started to plot his next attack. His eyes lined up with her head, steps right behind her, he stomped his dominant foot twice before pointing at her and shouting something about “it’s time to clobber” but it was hard to pick up with the noise in the One Dub Zone. He finished with a never-before-seen superkick - but Justice gets out of dodge at the last possible moment, and Vance’s new kick finds only the unforgiving malice of cold, hard steel!

Ruby: That would have been certain death there, wow!

Marci: Did the new kid finally develop a killer instinct? I am shocked!

VIP recoils from the blown shot while Justice looks up almost in shock at the idea that VIP would have gone to such lengths. While VIP pulls back to check on his foot, Justice meanwhile pulls back for another angle of attack, one that combines her speed with a knee to bring about a Shining Wizard that collapses VIP, completely unaware of the shot coming his way. Rather than make the cover, Justice takes the opportunity to find an object from under the ring.

Ruby: Wait, is that a shovel?

Marci: Why on Earth is there a shovel under the ring?! Who puts this stuff here!

She raises the shovel up high like she was King Arthur drawing Excalibur from the stone and brings it down - smack! Into her face! What?

Ruby: VIP just kipped up, and hit his “Elimination” enziguri, knocking the shovel right into her face!

Marci: But look at the dummy, the impact of his foot on the head of the shovel stung his own self and -

Ruby: VIP with the cover!

1!
2!

Justice kicks out! She had brought the shovel into play and it was Vance that had used it, without actually using it. But it wasn’t enough. VIP takes the shovel and places it in the corner, under the bottom rope. Then he slides into the ring under the bottom rope itself to catch his breath while he waits for her.

Marci: This guy is an idiot! You have her down, take your shot and end this, you’re not being paid by the hour!

Ruby: Even in a spirited rivalry, there’s still an athlete’s agreement to not hit the other when they’re down…

Marci: You really think Justice would do the same if the roles were flipped? After what Vance has surmised about her?

Justice begins to stir on the outside, prompting VIP to get up to his feet. She climbs up onto the ring apron, to which VIP meets her from the other side of the ropes - catching him with a rope guillotine that sends him reeling and gasping for air, but most importantly creating space for Justice to enter the ring. Which she does by going through the ropes in the corner, and sitting up on the turnbuckle with her feet on the second rope. As VIP stumbles around the other way, Justice makes her move, springboarding from the ropes to drive VIP to the mat face first with a bulldog! Instead of going for a cover, Justice turns her attention to the corner where her eyes catch the shovel from earlier…

Ruby: Justice Cross has some evil intentions in mind…

Marci: She’s about to collect, and Vance is the one who’s going to pay!

VIP slowly gets back to his feet, completely unaware, as he starts to turn around….

WHACK!!

Ruby: Oof!

Marci: Alright I’ll say it; looks like Justice just dug Vance an early grave…

Right on contact with the shovel Vance goes down like a ton of bricks. Justice triumphantly places one foot on VIP’s chest while she raises the shovel-wielding arm in the air. “Count it ref!”

1!
2!
…
…
Kick out!

Marci: How is this guy still in this?

Ruby: Heart. It’s how much he wants to win…

Justice shook her head but took a step back and waited, the shovel held out and ready for another swing. VIP got to a knee, holding his head as he tried to get his wits about him. “C’mon Vance!” she shouted at him as he started to turn around. She swung the shovel.

Marci: Well I guess it was a nice --

He ducked! Justice brought the shovel back around, and he ducked that too! She tried one more time, this time he reached out with his hands and grabbed the implement of destruction and the two started a tug-o’-war. Justice pulled on it, causing VIP to lose his balance and stumble forward, but he recomposed himself and pulled back, though Justice dropped the shovel rather than allow herself to lose footing. With his hands as the only ones on the shovel, VIP throws the shovel to the side.

Marci: What an idiot, why would you get rid of your weapon? Use it, pummel someone!

Ruby: Standards, morals...oh, I forgot who I was talking to.

Unbelieving what she just witnessed, Justice steps forward and dots his forehead with a right hand, then irish whips him into the corner. His back slams hard against turnbuckles as he stumbles out while Justice leap frogs him into the corner and jumps onto the second rope. She springboards off with a missile dropkick, nailing VIP square in the chest! The impact sends him back firmly to the mat! Justice smirks as Vance barely starts to pull himself up to his knees. That dropkick was really something...but he was on fumes, and Justice knew it was only going to take one more shot. She makes her way over to him. Slowly he uses her to pull himself up, while she shakes her head. She pulls him up by his hair, and takes him into a ¾ front facelock. She holds him there for a moment, almost savoring the moment. This was it, she was finally going to put an end to this once and for all…

Ruby: Wait, he's still got some fight! He just pushed out of it!

Marci: It’s amusing when the insects act like they can accomplish something.

Justice spins back around to face VIP, when he drops her with the Elimination (enziguri)! Justice flops back on her back as VIP falls across her with a lateral press.

1!
2!

Justice kicks out!

Ruby: She just beat his best shot!

Marci: I guess his best isn’t good enough. Typical.

VIP sat up in a bit of shock that his move didn’t manage to put her down. For a moment, his eyes turned back to the shovel...but just as quickly he shook the thought out. He wasn’t about to let his reputation be tarnished as someone that needed to resort to utilization of foreign objects. Just as his daydream faded away, he awoke to find himself eating the sharp pump kick of Justice Cross to his face, sending him sprawling back to the mat. Rather than pin him, she reaches for his head and starts to pull him up, but after a moment she stops, remembering the last time, and she leaves him lying in the center of the ring. Instead she goes back to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. She crouches down like a tiger in wait for its prey while VIP slowly comes to, clearly having his bell rung at least once now in this match. But the battle must rage on, and he stumbles around now facing Justice, who stands up and leaps at him with a diving spear!

VIP had other plans as he brings his foot back around, tagging Justice AGAIN with the Elimination (enziguri)! Justice drops like a stone and VIP collapses from lack of adrenaline and utter shock!

Ruby: Had his timing been even a millisecond off, this match would have ended right here...

Marci: So you’re saying he once again merely got lucky.

Slowly he crawls back to Justice, throwing an arm across her as he gets close enough.

1!
2!
…
…
…
Justice rolls the shoulder off the canvas!

Ruby: So close!

Marci: Maybe if he had acted quicker, or, like, actually got a deep hook on the cover...his inexperience continues to show.

But he kept on. He couldn’t worry about his “best move” failing to get the job done again. He pushed himself back to his feet, and being out of options, he looked to the turnbuckle. He pointed, the crowd cheering him on. They wanted to see him fly! And so he gets to the corner, he slaps the top turnbuckle pad, and he starts to climb. One foot on the bottom rope and one on the middle, his legs quivering in nervousness. But he got to the top. He turned around, and took a deep breath.

Then Justice raced herself into the ropes, vibration causing VIP to rack himself, slowly drooping down to the apron in absolute pain! Justice pointed at her forehead for her smart plan, then reached through the ropes to grab VIP by the hair. She pulls him partially through he top and middle with his feet resting on the middle rope and his head in her front facelock. “It’s over!” She shouted, before dropping him with the “Kamikaze” (Rope Hung DDT) face first! She flips him over and makes the cover on the rope side to put distance between him and the ropes, as the referee counted the fall.

1!
2!
3!

Mari Moon: Your winner as a result of a pinfall! JUUUUSSTTIIICCCEEE CCCRRROOOOSSSSSS!!!

Ruby: He came so far, and got so close…

Marci: ...But in the end, it didn’t even matter.

The referee helps Justice up and raises her hand in victory. To her credit, the crowd responded positively for her perseverance and sheer will to keep the fight going. She had done it on her own, no Bianca, no Samson, only her own wits and ability to defeat one of the most popular young upstarts in the One Wrestle Universe. She looks down at VIP lying there on the mat and with a smirk, she kicks mock dirt off her feet and onto VIP, the symbolism causing a gasp from the crowd! Justice starts to walk away...

Ruby: Justice Cross telling the world she’s done with Vance Isaac Parker here tonight, and after outlasting multiple “Elimination” moves, can you really argue with her results?

Marci: Hey, Vance is starting to stir? When will this kid learn he should just stay down!

Vance Isaac Parker: Hey! Hey, Justice….

His words came through shallow breaths as he sat up on his knees. Justice meanwhile stopped, tilting her head to the side to catch him over her shoulder. What she saw however…

Ruby: WHOA!!

Vance had put the middle finger and only the middle finger up, it’s aim clearly aimed at Justice! Naturally she spun around and came right back to VIP. She pointed at him, she berated him, even demanding an apology for such a crass show of poor sportsmanship!

Justice Cross: I won. Not you. Apologize and say I’m better!

Vance slowly gets up from his knees to a standing position, still breathing heavy.

Justice Cross: Tell me you’re sorry!

With a blank expression he stares at Justice for a moment...and then drives his knee up into her abdomen! With quickness he takes her into a suplex position, and drops Justice, right on her head!

Marci: I didn’t think the kid had it in him!

Ruby: WHAT WAS THAT!

The arena fell into shocked silence as VIP stood up, directly over Justice. His head looked down, eyes locking eyes.

Vance Isaac Parker: Well, well, well...looks like the Autocarrot got Justice again…

With that he throws the microphone down and leaves Justice to recover from this new move, a variation of the Northern Lights Bomb, on her own ability...People were shocked. Did Vance snap? How could he? Did he finally choose action over inaction? Nevertheless, the crowd remained in stunned silence as GLORY goes to commercial.

The Nebraska fans are roaring as we come back. We're going backstage and in this scene, a very happy Regulators, Inc. Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy, are locking up their saloon. Before they can register anything, an angry Eric and Dexter Calloway, the Headhunters, charge into the area and blast Jane and Sadie from behind with steel chairs! They knock both former Tag Team Champs down and pound away on them for a few seconds. As security comes rushing in to pull them off, Dexter leans down to yell at them.

Dexter Calloway: You bitches don’t deserve a goddamn thing! Yall think yall just gonna jump us at Legendary 20 and we wasn’t gonna do shit about it?! Fuck that!

Eric Calloway: We said onsight and we meant onsight, hoes! EVERY. FUCKIN’. TIME!

They smash the chairs down one more time before getting dragged off as trainers and EMTs rush in to tend to Jane and Sadie.

Ruby Kirk: Woah!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well ya know what they say. Karma is a bitch. And an elephant never forgets.

Ruby Kirk: Truth. But DAMN. I've already said it tonight. The tag team division is scr..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well heck, Kirk. If you shut ya yap for a damn minute, we might be able to get to to damn match and these Fallen Angels just might upend it and start a revolution! Unlikely, though they just might!

Ruby Kirk: Oh gosh I hope so. Aight, let's get to it!

1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Fallen Angels
Versus
The Headhunters

The camera pans over to Mari in the ring as she beams proudly, getting a cheer from the Colorado crowd as she prepares to introduce the next match.

Mari Moon: The following match is for the 1WM Tag Team Championship!

”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides plays as Damon and Aurora Graves, The Fallen Angels, make their way down the ramp.

Ruby Kirk: The Fallen Angels are highly confident coming into this match with a win already over the Tag Team Champions.

Marci D'Abruzzo: But is it for nought?

Ruby Kirk: I doubt it, D'Abruzzo. Damon and Aurora are due, I tell ya. Due.

Marci D'Abruzzo: MoSt UnBiAsEd CoMmEnTaRy iN tHe BuSiNeSs

Ruby Kirk: ….

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahaha.

Nipsey Hussle "Last Time That I Checc’ed" 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.

Ruby Kirk: Alright y'all! One Wrestle Movement Tag Team title match underw... WHAT THE?

Dexter and Eric rush across the ring and blast the husband and wife with their belts, knocking the challengers through the ropes. Aurora falls through on the right side of their corner while Dexter goes down on the left, landing on the apron. Dexter drops his belt as the referee calls for the bell.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Headhunters are truly living up to their name tonight!

DING DING DING!!!

Dexter grabs Damon, pulling him up to his feet by his hair. Damon jumps up with a knee that sends Dexter falling back into the ring. Eric moves over and Damon grabs him coming in by either side of his head, dropping down to the floor so that Eric clotheslines himself across the top rope! Eric flies back and lands on top of his own partner. Damon scrambles back into the ring and pounces on top for a cover.


One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!

As Eric rolls away, Aurora goes up in the air with a corkscrew senton that lands on Dexter in perfect position!

One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!

Eric hits a basement dropkick to knock Aurora down and Dexter covers.

One...
Two…
TH...Damon FLIES IN TO BREAK IT UP!!!

Eric goes to grab Damon and tries to throw him over the top to the floor but Damon spins and reverses, throwing him through the ropes to the floor towards the aisle.

Ruby Kirk: Dexter and Eric tried to get the jump on Aurora and Dexter but that didn’t work very well!

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're dumb as a box of rocks, Kirk. The Champs have them right where they want them!

Ruby Kirk: They what?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Just watch!

Dexter clubs Damon in the back of the head, sending him through the ropes to the floor next to Eric. Aurora runs up behind Dexter and gets him in an O’Conner roll.

One...
Two...kick out!

Dexter gets to his feet and takes a swing but Aurora ducks and pulls him down into an inside cradle.

One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!

Crowd: BOOOOO!

One...
Two...
REVERSAL!!!

Crowd: YEEAAAAHHHHHH!!

One...
Two...kick out!

Ruby Kirk: CLOSE ONE there! We nearly had new champions

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're blind and stupid, Kirk.

On the floor, Eric grabs Damon and runs him head long into the barricade! Damon staggers before Eric grabs him and runs him face first into the steps! Damon falls to the floor, bleeding all over the place.

Ruby Kirk: And what a vicious attack with the steel steps! So much violence tonight! That's the second man that I've seen busted open

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah! Because people are making their so called stands, while others are telling said people which direction they can fuck. It's literally a physical replay of what you see on Twitter, and frankly, In here for it!

Eric dives back into the ring. Aurora meets him coming in but Eric sidesteps her. Aurora rebounds off the ropes and Eric kicks her low. Aurora doubles over and the Headhunters give her Drive By (Eric holds an opponent in a shoulder mount hold while Dexter hits a flying DDT to the opponent out of that position)! Aurora hits hard and they drag her up and hit the move a second time! As Dexter starts to stagger up on the floor, they hit Aurora with a third Drive By!

Ruby Kirk: DRIVE BY!

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's the third one. She's gotta be just about brain dead by now. I mean, even more so than when she started. Hahaha..

Ruby Kirk: Cover by Calloway!

Eric goes for the cover as Dexter cuts off Damon as he tries to make it back into the ring.

One...
Two...
THREE!!!

Mari Moon: Here are your winners….AND STILL 1WM Tag Team Champions...Dexter and Eric Calloway...The Headhunters!!!

Ruby Kirk: Dexter and Eric...

Marci D'Abruzzo: Did exactly what they wanted to do!

Ruby Kirk: That was uncalled for!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Says you, Kirk!

Ruby Kirk: I..

As the Calloways gather their wits in the ring, suddenly two figures come out from the crowds and hit the ring from behind them and quickly drop the two brothers with chair shots to the back of their heads!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HOW DARE THEY!

Ruby Kirk: What even IS this? Wait...isn't that Alex Slayer of the Shinigami Foundation?? But who is the other guy?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah but I think that I recognize the other guy as...it is, that's Thomas Bane. That's the guy people think of when you talk about the Shinigami Foundation.

Slayer looks ready to continue their assault on the downed men but Bane stops his partner and then motions for a mic and gets tossed one before he moves to between the two Calloways.

Bane: Gentlemen...and why yes, I use the term *very* loosely...a few weeks ago I do believed that you wanted a fight and well, since our dear man David Belmont is recovering from an injury gained during his time in the Quag Cup..I do believe that myself and my good friend Alex here will be more than agreeable to kicking your goddamned heads in!! Now, hit our music!

Bane tosses the mic away as "Whatever it Takes" begins to play as the Shinigami Foundation exit the ring with proud smiles on their faces.

Ruby Kirk: SHINIGAMI FOUNDATION with a WILD interception right after the Tag Team title match!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well, what can I say, Kirk? One Wrestle Movement has by far the greatest clusterfuck of a tag team division in the free world. It comes with the territory!

Ruby Kirk: Sadly, for the second time tonight, I cannot help but agree with you.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ewww.

Ruby Kirk: Oh, grow up, D'Abruzzo. Let's hear from the Glory champ!

We cut away to the locker room area of the Baxter Arena, more specifically the one currently occupied by the 1WM Glory champion, “Old School Cool” Don Tirri. The big Finn is going through his pre-match routines, speaking up after he finishes taping up his wrists.

Don Tirri: Glory 16. Another defense of the Glory championship. MY Glory championship. It’s been a while since I was last in Nebraska, but I gotta say that it’s not the worst place I’ve been in. There is a certain charm to this city, this state and it’s people. Of course someone like my opponent Tiffany Page would point her nose upwards and think himself better than ya’ll, but I won’t. I am a blue-collar professional through and through. And I respect those who labor to provide others with necessities.

He smiles to the camera, well aware of the cheap pop he was fishing for. But the look on his face turns serious as he continues.

Don Tirri: But before I delve into tonight any deeper, I need to address some stuff. Driller Jaworski to be more specific. He had a lot to say about me at Legendary. A LOT. And I plan on tearing him down point by point. And I’ll start with the most obvious. Am I better than you for not being excessive? Yes. Without a doubt. By a giant margin. Yes. What we do is savage and barbaric. That is why the rules exist. The rules were created to let men and women tap to their more base instincts and duke it out without the fear of death and disfigurement. Fighting is in the blood of every human being. But the difference between a professional and an ANIMAL is how you go about venting that urge… and when you stop. See Driller, you are nothing more than a brute. You would be better served sent to the deserts of middle east or the jungles of Vietnam, where you could put that killer instinct and blood thirst of yours to good use. Because someone like you has no place in a civilized society.

He reaches for his pocket to fish a cigarette out, a look of disdain on his face as he continues.

Don Tirri: You are, for all intents and purposes a relic of a bygone era, an era that has fortunately long since passed for the majority of humankind. Yes, ours is a rough, primal business. But that doesn’t mean we have to become primal ourselves. You tried to tear me apart at Legendary and you failed. You ended up getting your clock cleaned by your friends. Your brothers. Your family. When the time comes for us to face off for MY title… Your brutality won’t help you. It’s a tale as old as time Driller, the mindless brute ALWAYS falls to the intelligent professional.

A sly smirk on his lips tells that he knows exactly how much the word “professional” riles Driller up, and holds a pause for effect as he inhales deeply from his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out from his nose slowly.

Don Tirri: Yes. Professional. The word you so despise. And I understand why you despise it. Because it represents something you can never be. You hide behind not even wanting to be anything other than a violent animal driven by your compulsions. But the truth is that deep down inside you are jealous of me. Jealous of the fact that I can get into that ring and get it done without resorting to cheap tricks or brutality. You are jealous of the fact that while people look at you with pity or fear, they look at me with respect and admiration. You are jealous of the fact that I’ve managed to accomplish something you can never hope to do. I am liked despite my personality and my reputation. People look up to me. People listen to me. When I speak, people pay attention. Peers, superiors… fans. Every tweet I make. Every on camera appearance I make. People pay attention. You need to damn near blind someone to get ANY exposure. I only need to show up. That is what’s driving you crazy. That is what is eating away at you. You cannot stomach the fact that even when you hitch your wagon to the most prolific stable in OneDub, even when you pair up with the most hated group in the entire promotion… I am STILL the one people pay attention to. I am the one people care about.

A cheeky wink to the camera as he pauses yet again to enjoy the smoke.

Don Tirri: And like the mindless brute you are, you resort to violence to squash these confusing emotions in your head. But to your misfortune Driller, I am not someone you can intimidate. I am not someone you can just impose your will on. I am a pitbull. You knock me down, I get right back up. You drop me on my head I stand up and return the favor. I am an enigma to you, something you cannot understand because I do not react to your tools. And as far as my Glory championship goes, it will NEVER be around YOUR waist. Because you don’t have what it takes to take it from me. You aren’t good enough. You aren’t talented enough. You aren’t versatile enough. You simply aren’t worthy of it. And when the time comes… I will prove it. Once I finally get you one-on-one in that ring, steel cage or not… I will put you down like the animal you are.And there is nothing you or the Kartel can do about it. Glory is MY yard. And you’re trespassing.

He stands up and picks the Glory championship up, placing it on his shoulder and quickly wiping a speck of dust off the faceplate.

Don Tirri: But from that we get to Tiffany Lynn Page. A woman who is the complete opposite of Driller. A true talent in the ring. Someone who has earned her place amongst the most profiled of the company. The complete antithesis of the violent animal stereotype. This is a match I am looking forward to. This is a match I cannot wait to happen. This is a match I will be proud to say I fought and won. You truly are impressive Tiffany. But not impressive enough. You will leave everything you have into that ring, that I have no doubt about. But it won’t be enough. Against just about anyone else in this company you would triumph, but not me. My reign has only begun. And I intend to hold this title for months and years to come. So come Tiffany, give me your best shot. And at the end of the day when you find yourself staring at the lights… You have nothing to be ashamed of. After the bell rings, no matter what the outcome I will extend my hand and should you take it, shake yours like a true sportsman. Because…

He throws his trademark pose and winks again.

Don Tirri: Because that is what Professionals do.

He flicks his cigarette to the lens and walks out of the room and towards the ring as the view fades to black. The fans are in good spirits as they hear "Ace of Spades" hit the system, but it kind of turns around a bit when we cut over to where Butterscotch Monroe is standing. Butterscotch Monroe approaches “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn in the gorilla position as she is about to head to the ring.

Butterscotch Monroe: Tiffany, may I get any last minute thoughts before you head out to the ring to challenge Don Tirri for the Glory championship?

Tiffany cracks a smile as she looks at Butterscotch a bit annoyed.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Seriously? You are seriously going to come at me with your silly questions just as I am about to the ring?

Butterscotch Monroe: My apologies, Tiffany, but if not now then when?

Tiffany Lynn Page: Point taken, Ms. Monroe. Now I have a question for you, Ms. Monroe. Do you think you have enough assurance in your life?

Butterscotch Monroe: Um, I suppose.

Tiffany Lynn Page: You don’t sound too confident. While I grew up with every advantage imaginable, the need for assurances affects me, you, and everyone else. So, what I did was go out and get me some assurances.

Just then Quinn Costa walks up behind Tiffany and she stares Butterscotch up and down.

Tiffany Lynn Page: (Looks over at Quinn, smiles, and looks back at Butterscotch) Ms. Monroe, are you familiar with my new friend Quinn?

Butterscotch Monroe: I am somewhat familiar with her.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Well, Ms. Monroe, you soon know her very well because this lady right here…

Tiffany points over to Quinn.

Tiffany Lynn Page: I saw this woman right here when we were in Rome for Legendary 20. While everyone else slept on her talents inside the ring I knew I wanted her on my team. Quinn is a certified badass, who despite what you may think you know can whoop the ass of anyone on the roster when she wants to. In my quest for assurances I have brought in Quinn to be my insurance policy, to be my bodyguard. You mess with me then you mess with Quinn. You mess with her then you mess with me. Now as Quinn and I go out to the ring we will show not only Don but the entire wrestling world we are a true force to be reckoned with when I end the night as the new One Movement Wrestling Glory champion.

Ruby Kirk: "Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page! "Old School Cool" Don Tirri! Glory title on the line in our main event of the evening, and it's coming at ya NOW!

Main Event:
Singles Match
No Time Limit
1WM Glory Championship
"Old School Cool" Don Tirri
Versus
"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page

DING DING DING!!!

The 5’5” New Yorker stands across the ring from her full foot taller opponent from Helsinki, Finland and despite the huge size difference, Tiffany Lynn Page seems to have an overridingly confident and haughty attitude right until the bell actually rings and Don crosses that ring much more swiftly than she expects. Page backs up, slipping through the ropes and putting her hands up defensively. The referee forces Don back, who argues a bit with the ref until giving a hand wave and a whatever look before finally doing as he’s told. Tiffany comes out of the ropes and he rushes in again. The Referee comes between them and Tiffany reaches over the ref’s shoulder to jam a thumb in Don’s eye!

Don clutches at his eye in pain as Tiffany takes full advantage. She hits a low dropkick to the shin, dropping him on one knee, followed by several rapid kicks to the chest! Another low dropkick sits him down. Tiffany then hits him with a sliding low DDT and a pin! She nets a two count before Don HURLS her off of him with a violent kickout!

Don gets to his feet, looking more than a bit annoyed. He turns just as she runs and drops between his legs with a baseball slide. She hops up and dropkicks him in the back, sending him stumbling forward. Don spins around with a Lariat and she ducks it and spins around onto his back looking for THE RESTING BITCH FACE but DON COUNTERS, flipping her around to drop with a surprise Neckbreaker, followed by a pin! Kickout at two and a half!

Getting up, Tirri takes her arm and whips her to the ropes. He runs a split second after her, throwing up THE BOOT but she hooks her arms in the ropes, then drops down and rolls out, leaving him to straddle the top rope groin first! Tiffany adds insult to injury, hopping up and shaking the ropes to jostle his junk just a little bit more. He slides off, cupping his family jewels as Tiffany hops onto the rope and springboards off with a Cutter! He goes down, stunned for a moment as she follows up with the CARTWHEEL INTO A BACKFLIP KNEEDROP right on his lower spine! She follows this up with a diving knee drop across the back once more!

Tiffany sizes Don up as he rises with a hand to his back, motioning for her infamous kick… He gets to his feet and she rushes in with THE PRIMA DONNA but DON SIDE STEPS WITH THE BOOT!!!! Tiffany flips off her feet, landing with a skid just a few feet behind him, ultimately rolling out of the ring to the floor with a loud plop! Don drops to one knee, gritting his teeth and cursing in Finnish as he holds the small of his back. He looks behind him to see that she had, in fact, slid out behind him and just shrugs his shoulders and rolls out after her.

As he gathers her up, he fails to notice his hulking form shields her from view of the ref and she flat out sprays MACE in his face, dropping the can quickly before it’s noticed. He staggers away, growling and he is now effectively blinded and his eyes burn with the intensity of a blowtorch! Tiffany rolls back into the ring, rising only to drop and half stumble around, clutching at her head, clearly dazed from the effects of such a powerful kick to the head. Don manages to make his way into the ring, wiping at his eyes and seeing with blurry vision. Tiffany takes this opportunity to shove off the ropes and hit SEX IN THE CITY! (Codebreaker) Both go down and lay out on the canvas for several seconds with a Referee counting down…. One…… Two…… Three…. Four…. FIVE….. SIX…. SEVEN…. Tiffany stirs…. EIGHT…. NINE…. She rolls over and throws her arm over Tirri!

ONE
TWO
TTTTHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!

Tirri rolls his shoulder up and reaches for the sky, much to Tiffany’s utter dismay! She looks at the referee, slapping her hands together three times loudly. She screams at him “IT’S A THREE!!! THREE!!! THREE!!!”

He holds up two fingers and shakes his head. She gives him one finger, then spins around to find Tirri right on his feet! She ducks THE BOOT and the referee eats it full force, going down in a heap! Tiffany hits him with a low blow from behind, followed by locking on THE RESTING BITCH FACE!!! (Cobra Clutch!) Don struggles to remain standing as Isabella cuts off the supply of oxygen to his brain. A replacement referee runs down to the ring and slides in as Don falls back suddenly, slamming Tiffany to the canvas while crushing her beneath his full body weight. Winded, she lays flat back beneath Don with her shoulders pinned, sucking in air. The referee, thinking fast, slaps the canvas…

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, AND STILL the One Wrestle Movement Glory champion - "Old School Cool" DONNNN TIRRRRRI!

Marci D'Abruzzo: If you ask me, Don Tirri is one lucky son of a bitch.

Don stands slowly and uneasily. His hair is all over the place, and perspiration is dripping rapidly. His chest heaves in and out as the referee hands him his Glory championship and he gets a strong reaction while he raises it high.

Ruby Kirk: Nobody really asked you, but I think you might be right, D'Abruzzo. TLP certainly took it to him in a big way, and gave him a hard time. She really almost had it there.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You're damn RIGHT! In fact. I'm fuming! I'ma call an end to this broadcast before I flip this commentary desk and kick this headset up your as...

Before Marci gets to finish, the production team must have cut off her mic. Marci rolls her eyes and leave in a huff of impotent rage as Ruby chuckles.

Ruby Kirk: Well, folks. I guess that's gonna be all we have time for here in Omaha. So from all of us at One Wrestle Movement, I'm Ruby Kirk...that annoying thing tonight was Marci D'Abruzzo, and we're signing off! See you all in Greece on the thirtieth! THIS IS 1WM!

The broadcast cuts and the One Wrestle Movement logo flashes across the screen.