Post by Legal Department on Dec 6, 2021 21:03:26 GMT -8
The vid screen kicks into life in the mountains of Japan, the season was very much winter with the snowfall. What stood out however, was none other than Faye Lange, the red haired Dane, a stark contrast on the backdrop. Dressed in a winter jacket and jeans, the Dane carried a backpack with her, and the video was obviously being shot from her phone as she held it.
Faye Lange: It was said that the residents of Iga province in Sengoku Japan were the reason there are tales of Ninja in Japan. Whether or not there are actually secret Ninja fortresses or just that the citizens themselves were masters of guerrilla warfare is up for debate. What I can tell you however, is that three hours drive North of Tokyo and then two hours hiking, is a Joshi Puroresu dojo in the mountains. Not so secret, but you have to be prepared to go there and learn. And they will beat lessons into you in a very painful, literal sense if they have to.
Faye paused a moment to look back over the trail behind her, her footprints were quite visible on the route, and a short distance behind her, were a number of Joshi who were making the trip back down from the Dojo.
Faye Lange: Few days of hard graft, little phone signal and some great food and camaraderie, and a few new tricks learnt for the ring from Sensei Abe. Which is why apart from the occasional picture sent out with a few words, there hasn’t been much from me. And let's be honest, Kelli Saint, I’ve been reading your bullshit whenever the signal came in and everything updated. If you think all I’ve been doing is posing for a camera, then your allegedly Straight Edge ass is in for a hell of a shock. Allegedly you may ask? Says so on numerous profiles you’re a recovering addict. Straight edge is total abstinence. One drop of beer would take that away from you as fast as lightning from Mjolnir. Playtime's over? Faye Don’t Play Bitchcakes!
There was a pause in speech, as a shout in Japanese broke the relative silence of the scene, with Faye responding to the sentence in kind.
Faye Lange: Hai, basu ga tōchaku shimashita. (Yes, the bus has arrived.)
And with the question answered, Faye turned back to the phone in her hand.
Faye Lange: Apologies, I’m not the only one making the trip back to the city, but being the tall one, I tend to route march without realising it. Anyway, Rieca, I’m ashamed to say that I cannot speak Spanish that well, so to avoid embarrassing myself, I will not address you in your native tongue. I have no beef with the Kartel, and I will say that my self preservation instinct will kick in if they come down to the ring, because I would enjoy watching Kelli getting her major organs kicked in in alphabetical order as much as anyone else watching, safe to say I’ve managed to co exist with your colleagues in the past for various reasons. However, I know that a mutual dislike will only take us so far before it breaks down and we tear into one another, but lets give our resident bitter veteran cause to shut the fuck up before that happens. If you don’t want to do that, fine by me, but to both of you I say this.
Faye paused once more, this time there was a lot more noise as the camera angled changed to reveal the cause of the noise: The Dane has gone into a controlled slide down a sharper part of the trail, and as the noise stopped, she had arrived at the road and the waiting bus, but the redheads hair was dangling around her face.
Faye Lange: Don’t be expecting a mewling cub, expect the quiet, maned lioness to be awaiting you both.
One Wrestle Movement
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Presents
Live from the Nippon Budokan in Tokyo, Japan
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the Nippon Budokan in Tokyo, Japan
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY TWENTY-TWO “I’M A LEGEND IN JAPAN”!
The arena comes to life and the Japanese crowd is loud enough to just about drown out the sound of Legendary's theme music, only proceeding to almost drown out the pyrotechnics too! The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
Taj: GOOD EVENING, EVERYBODY! ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT HERE AND WE'RE COMING AT YOU LIVE FROM TOKYO, JAPAN!
America: It has been a great…
Suddenly the lights in the Budokan shut off. The crowd is unnerved by the sudden plunge into darkness. The sound of the arena power grid attempting to reboot echoes through the whispers and shouts of the crowd. Suddenly the big screen over the entrance comes to life with a reboot message and a countdown:
Taj: This is never good.
The opening stanzas of Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture” echo in the arena and a hooded figure in a Guy Fawkes mask appears on the screen.
America: This seems familiar. Didn’t I just watch this…
The color commentator is interrupted by a digitally-altered voice.
: Good evening, One Wrestle Movement. Pardon the interruption. I, like many of you, appreciate the drama and excitement of professional wrestling. Particularly when produced by the premiere wrestling promotion on the planet. A company that knows how to harness the limitless potential of rising stars built upon the foundation of battle-tested veterans to produce the most watched wrestling product in the world. Sadly, this isn’t it.Some jeers emerge from the hushed crowd.
: Yes, I said it. I’m uncovering the pink elephant in the room. One Wrestle Movement is not the elite wrestling company it was a year ago. In the days and weeks leading up to the Massive supershow of 2020, anyone and everyone who was worth noticing in the wrestling business wanted to be showcased on 1WM programming. The interest was so hot that 1WM spawned two more programs, Glory and Epic, to accompany its flagship show, Legendary. Now look at the state of this company. It’s no better than its inaugural year.This last comment draws ire from Taj.
Taj: I can’t believe the executives are allowing this slanderous verbiage on this show! Who the world does is this guy this he is?!
America: Guy Fawkes?
: The truth hurts, doesn’t it? Seeing yourself as you truly are and comparing it to what you once were is very difficult. But it’s much needed if you want to rise from the ashes. I know Cedric is beside himself, shouting at the production team, trying to sever my connection from the Legendary feed. But I know that he laid off some of the best tech gurus in the business last month. So good luck stopping my feed. But, Cedric, don’t worry. I won’t be much longer. Allow me to conclude with this.The masked figure pauses for dramatic effect.
: Unlike the so-called heroes that once came into 1WM only to seek the spotlight and personal advancement, I’ve come to reveal the truth, lift this company from its EPIC fall and set it on a course beyond its former GLORY. For I believe in the heart of this company... because it is truly LEGENDARY. Who is this masked figure that speaks so boldly of 1WM? I am Primus Inter Pares. The First Among Equals.America: Primus?
Primus: Tonight I light the wick of a new revolution in 1WM. A true RENAISSANCE!
Primus lights a match and burns the end of a long wick. The ”1812 Overture” in the background gets louder.
Primus: One Wrestle Movement, if you see what I see, feel as I feel, and seek what I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me less than one month from now on December 29th at the Massive supershow in Los Angeles, California. Together we shall give the sport of professional wrestling a renaissance that shall never, ever be forgotten!
With these parting words, the famous riff of the ”1812 Overture” plays in the Budokan and an explosion of pyros go off in the entrance ramp and ring area. The crowd is shocked and mesmerized by the light display.
America: So let me get this straight. This… Primus… is supposed to be 1WM’s version of V for Vendetta, who plans to start a revolution at Massive?
Taj: I don’t know if we can trust a mystery person in a Guy Fawkes mask.
America: It worked in the movie. Maybe it’ll work here.
Taj: And look where it got V.
Debut Match
Mackenzie Roberts vs. Nicole Evans-Smoak
Mackenzie Roberts vs. Nicole Evans-Smoak
Nicole starts off the match by charging forward towards Mackenzie and hitting her with a bull hammer elbow, knocking her backward into the ropes, trying to take Mackenzie out early. Mackenzie is rocked by the move and has a slight stumble in her step as she comes off the ropes, directly into a roundhouse kick that drops her to the mat. Nicole quickly scrambles for a cover.
One…
Two…
T...KICK OUT!
America: Could you imagine if Nicole scored a win against Mackenzie in her debut match?
Taj: Anything is possible, America.
Nicole is astonished that Mackenize was able to kick out and throws a bit of a hissy fit as she argues with the referee. This allows Mackenize to regain her composure and pull herself back up to a vertical base. Once Nicole was done with her show, Mackenzie boots her directly in the stomach before hitting her with a vertical suplex. Both competitors get back up, Mackenzie coming up a little bit quicker than Nicole and allowing her to capitalize by hitting There Goes Your Knee (dragon screw leg sweep). Nicole writhes around while clutching at her knee before Mackenize pulls her up once more, this time hitting her with CrushCrushCrush (Russian leg sweep into pin).
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… MACKENZIE ROBERTS!
America: I guess anything isn’t possible, Taj.
Suddenly, "Wonderful Life" by Bring me the Horizon begins to play as the crowds in Japan let out a heavy face pop as the "Straight Shooter" himself, Jacob Striker steps out onto the entrance way as he then stretches his arms far out to the sides and throws his head back which only seems to make the fans cheer even stronger as both halves of the Shinigami Foundation come striding out as well}
America: Well one really counts for the taste of the Japanese wrestling fanbase.
Taj: Actually America, you can because the Japanese fans are just as vocal as the Philly or New York fans in terms of who they are vocal about and Striker, while you might hate him or love him, has proven himself overseas in other promotions.
America: I'm just saying, Taj.
Jake then makes his way to the ring with a serious look on his face, wiping his feet off before he steps into the ring and looks around as he motions for his music to be cut.
Jacob Striker: I'm not out here tonight for my usual brand of bullshit, I'm out here in Tokyo because I want to be serious for a moment if I may because while you might love me or you might hate me, you cannot deny that when the bell rings each and every night that I'm here that I give you all nothing but one of the best damn workers in this sport and while there is a lot of people who would love to state otherwise, the truth is that those are just people who are afraid of the truth right when it is looking them dead in the eyes.
Jake looks over and sees both Taj and America before he walks over to their side of the ring and looks at them directly.
Jacob Striker: More to the point, the two of you know that on any given night I can take any given mother fucker on this roster, no matter who it is, and make them fucking *AIR* *TIGHT*! That's the only thing that goes through my mind, ladies. That's my only goal and objective, so make your comments all that you want, just understand that when I'm in this ring, you're all dealing with a mother fucker who needs to be taken seriously.
Jake then pushes away from the ropes and starts to wander around the ring for a moment before he stops with a bemused look on his face that the hard-cam catches.
Jacob Striker: And we all know that's not going to be you, Bodhi Bose. I mean seriously dude, you've got a match against *me*...in *Tokyo*...in the freaking *BUDOKAN*!!!
Jake stops for the massive local crowd pop for just a few seconds before he continues.
Jacob Striker: You've got a match here against me tonight in the hallowed halls of a building that my father has shed more blood in and captured gold in than you've had fucking pieces of ass and yet you couldn't show me the common fucking disrespect needed to even try to tear me a new one here tonight. Don't mean that I won't take you just as seriously as I would anyone else in your little circle jerk, Bodhi. But understand that I'm going to treat you like my own personal piss boy as opposed to showing you anything like the respect that you seemingly demand to be given....which brings me to my next point and the reason why I'm even out here.
I have said it once and I'll said it again, my...stock...as it were with any given company in this industry that we call *PROFESSIONAL* *WRESTLING* does not ride on some fat ass piece of shit you needs to punch a fucking ref in the face in order to show just how worthless and out of sight he and his circle jerk need to be in this company and I know a lot of you don't like what kind of guy that I am, but have I ever been nothing but upfront with *who *I* *AM*??
The bemused look on Jake's face fades away into a much more serious look.
Jacob Striker: You see when I demand "respect" and to be taken seriously, I do so out of the common fact that in three, almost four fucking years of being in this industry...it's kind of come due has it not? I mean I come in here to One Wrestling Movement, I bust my ass week in and week out and put out a level of workrate that the supposedly "great" Solomon Monster loves to brag that nobody can match his yet, not only did I match it...but I fucking *SURPASSED* his fat ass in it.
Taj: What is he talking about? Solomon never talks about that?
America: Ehh...it’s Jacob. Just roll with it.
Jacob Striker: But people like myself and Jenni Drew, we both have been working our fucking fingers to the bone have we not, in our own respective ways, to be recognized...and to be fucking taken seriously as wrestlers in this industry, people are constantly taking away from our respective work ethics and yeah, I know...I know that I'm putting myself in the exact same fucking *BOAT* as Jenni Drew, but that's because for the first time since I started this campaign to become world champion here for One Wrestling Movement, I finally felt the need that the time for fun and games was over because now it was time to do what I said that I was going to do, way back in the lead up to my match against Rei for *MY* Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship. I said flatly that if shit went down the way that it shouldn't have, then my attention would be directed at a higher prize...did I not?
Jake looks at the two Shinigami who are nodding slowly in respect to what Jake is saying before he turns back to look at the camera before running a hand through his loose mane of hair.
Jacob Striker: But you see, while I can respect Jenni for her drive in wanting to be taken seriously...she just had to go and play dumb shit dandies with Kaede, now didn’t you? And I did warn you that I would call you on your dumb shit...but since you’re not with us here in lovely Tokyo tonight...I’m afraid that I must *insist* that Bodhi take your place and as such, his screams shall be nothing but the most impressive because oh such pains I have in store for him...as opposed to you for when I come for my world title. Oh such suffering shall truly C'est Magnifique!!
Jake stops long enough to do a “chef’s kiss” with a look of total pride on his face as he then slowly turns to regard the camera once more, the look slowly turning into one of stoic seriousness once more.
Jacob Striker: The point of the matter is, Jenni, is that in the extremely near future...you have a date with the Devil’s Favorite Dirty, and it’s not one you can cancel on or any such thing as that because what I have in store for you, little Jenn-Jenni….what I have in store for you in our match won’t be a simple matter of pinning or submitting or even being the last man standing. You see Jenni, there is a match out there that’s only been done six times since it was created back in nineteen ninety nine. It is the kind of match that you want to do when you really want to put yourself into that zone where it’s make or break time, the kind of match that ends not only feuds but also any and I mean fucking *ANY* questions about how serious a wrestler you are but it is not the most kindest of matches...to call this match kind would be akin to calling Donald Trump the next Mother Theresa for instance.
No...this match is the level that I’m willing to show you just how serious I’m taking you...and how serious people *SHOULD* be taking you. But understand one thing, Jenni Drew, and that is if you accept this match...there is no turning back. You’re in it...till the extremely bloody end.
Be seeing you soon, Jenn-Jenn.
“Wonderful Life” begins to play once more as the trio leaves the ringside area as we go to a commercial.
Triple Threat Match
Rieca Alejandro vs. Kelli Saint vs. Faye Lange
Rieca Alejandro vs. Kelli Saint vs. Faye Lange
The three women look at each other, motioning to each as if they’re trying to get one of the other two to make the first move. After a few moments of this stalemate, Kelli makes the first move by nailing Rieca with a double knee backbreaker before turning her attention to Faye and locking in a reverse chinlock with scissors. Faye tries to squirm out of it, but Kelli is able to keep it locked in until Rieca comes in with a dropkick directly to Kelli’s shoulder. Kelli lets a sputtering Faye go and starts going at it with Rieca. The two instantly start brawling, getting lost in a fury of blows.
Taj: This Triple Threat is starting exactly how we thought it would, America!
America: Yeah the hell it is, Taj!
The referee tries to separate them to no avail, but eventually Rieca is able to come out on top by hitting a knee to her midsection, doubling Kelli over, before following it up with a big boot to the side of her head. Kelli drops like a sack of bricks before Rieca rolls her under the bottom rope before turning her attention to Faye. She charges at Fay and wraps her arms around Faye’s waist, trying to lift her a few times for a bridging German suplex before Faye blocks her attempts, hitting her with a few back elbows causing Rieca to release her. This would allow Faye to face her head on, hitting her with a palm strike and then following it up with a series of chops before capping it off with a dragon suplex. Faye goes for a cover but Rieca kicks out just after the referee counts two. Faye looks visibly frustrated as she pulls Rieca up to her feet, hitting a japanese armdrag on the Stockton native. Faye takes a few steps back and measures up Rieca as she gets to her feet before driving her foot into Rieca’s jaw area with a superkick! Faye goes for another cover but it’s broken up with Kelli who comes back in and tries locking in an armbar on Faye.
Taj: What an exciting match! I’m not sure who is going to win this match.
America: In any other situation my money would be on the veteran, Kelli, but Rieca and Faye are putting in the work.
But the Danish beauty was ready for her this time and instead finds a way to fire off an European uppercut, causing Kelli to back up and allowing Faye to hit Maelstrom (inverted F5 into a stunner).
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… FAYE LANGE!
Taj: Wow what a great match!
America: How in the hell did Faye get a win?!
Singles Match
El Diablo Blanco vs. “Mean Machine” Jay Aguero
El Diablo Blanco vs. “Mean Machine” Jay Aguero
El Diablo Blanco shows no signs of intimidation as he starts off the match with Jay Aguero. He charges forward and starts to hit Jay with a flurry of punches and forearms, barely phasing the brute. He even goes so far as to hit a dropkick to the big man’s knee in an attempt to bring the big guy down to a knee at least. This doesn’t work either, but Diablo does however back Jay up into the corner before kneeing him hard in the abdomen, causing Jay to double over and allowing Diablo to climb up to the second rope and rain down a series of 10 punches.
Taj: El Diablo is on fire!
America: If he was really on fire, Taj, I’d be cheering.
He looks as though he’s about to hit a hurricanrana, but Jay is able to turn it around and instead hit Diablo with a powerbomb. Diablo looks like the wind has been knocked out of him as he uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Jay charges forward but Diablo is ready and hits him with an arm drag that catches Jay off guard… and angers him further than he already was. Jay pops back up to his feet quickly and bum rushes towards Diablo, taking him down with a clothesline that sends Diablo back into the ropes, causing him to rebound right into a release full nelson suplex.
Jay smirks as he waits for Diablo to get back to his feet, laying in wait as a predator watching his prey. Once Diablo is vertical, Jay charges forward once again, this time hitting The Perfect Shot (discus clothesline) and nearly taking off Diablo’s head before going for the cover.
One...
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… JAY AGUERO!
Episode Two Coming Soon
Legendary 23 returns from a brief break and we see footage from the cell phone of Jack Riggs as he is walking through the airport. He pulls his mask down as he heads down a long hallway, looking into his camera as he goes.
Jack Riggs: What's up, crazy fucks? Riggs here and I just got to fuckin' Japan. I gotta check out these panty vending machines or some shit. Gonna be pretty wild.
Jack stops for a second, turning the camera around to a normal vending machine. It just has weird candy and drinks in it. He flips the camera and shrugs a bit.
Jack Riggs: No weird shit... Anyways so I guess my boys can't come do this show but I don't give two fucks about that. I can win a strap on my own if I want. It ain't no fuckin' thing and if anyone says different than I got a steel chair with your name on it. This Glory belt belongs with someone with a little bit more swag than that current chump though. So I gotta win this shit to make this company some fuckin' money and make people give a damn again. The Kali Kartel needs more gold. I can't let Dex and Eric carry the whole fuckin' squad anymore.
Jack steps on an escalator and a few Japanese people behind him wave at his camera. Jack glances back, giving them a head nod before stepping off in the baggage claim area.
Jack Riggs: I know that Cain is a bad dude. He's big, mean and can throw some fuckin' hands with the best of them. He is gonna be a good fight but you know these dudes here in Japan love watching some big hoss guys throw down so they are in for a real treat. Is Cain good enough to knock me down for a ten count? I seriously doubt it but I welcome him to try. I got a thick fuckin' head and he can bash it all night but when it's over I want that belt and I'm gonna keep standing up and kickin' his ass until it is mine. It's nothing personal and I don't care who he beat to get the belt. I like to fight and I like makin' money. That belt will get me paid and bring me more people to ass kick. It's everything I love in one, Cain. Maybe after I knock a few teeth down your throat and take that strap we can knock back a few beers backstage and laugh about it.
Jack grins before he moves the camera suddenly so he can grab his large black duffel bag off the baggage claim. He throws it on his shoulder and holds his camera back up.
Jack Riggs: I ain't the only Kali member that's gonna shine in Japan. We got Rieca killin' some chicks. We got Bodhi in action. It's gonna be a fuckin' wild night, my dudes. You know the highlight though is ol' Jack Riggs in a Last Man Standing brawl with the big boy Cain with that Glory strap on the line. It ain't gonna be pretty and you sure as fuck don't wanna miss it. We gonna give Japan a fuckin' night to remember, my dudes and when I am holdin' up that Glory strap you know I'll be dedicating that shit to my boy Driller sittin' at home in his PJs in Maryland or some fuckin' place like that. This for you Drill!
Jack holds up a hang loose sign in front of his camera before he heads outside the airport. He waves at a cab a bit confused what to do in a new country before he shrugs again, turning his phone off and the scene goes to blackness.
Singles Match
Olivia Blue vs. “Ya Girl” Q
Olivia Blue vs. “Ya Girl” Q
Before the bell can finish ringing to get the match started, Olivia runs over and attacks Q with a forearm shot to the face! Q catches her and spins into an exploder suplex.
America: Look at this cheater Olivia Blue!
Q stands up and smirks at the fallen Olivia, placing her foot on her chest.
One...Olivia kicks out and rolls Q up.
One...
Two...Q kicks out!
Ya Girl grabs Olivia, throws her into a corner, and then catches her as she bounces off the turnbuckles for another exploder suplex. Q stands up and smirks at the crowd, nodding down at Olivia and pointing with both hands. She walks around and lays down so that her head is on Olivia’s chest for the cover.
One...
Two...
Olivia rolls Q up in a crucifix pin!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Taj: OLIVIA GOT HER!
Q jumps up and angrily grabs Olivia, snapping off Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)!
America: But now Q’s got her!
Taj: Oh… no...
America: Exactly!
As Q slaps the young girl, referees all come into the ring to stop her from going further. Q grabs the first ref and snaps off a belly to belly suplex! Jay Aguero arrives and wades in as well. Jay chokeslams a second referee! Q hits a belly to back suplex on a third! Q and Jay together grab the final referee and give him a double chokeslam!
Taj: This is just heinous! How can they treat referees like this?!
America: Have you never MET them?
Taj: What is Olivia gonna do now?
America: Take it… and like it…?
Q and Jay turn their attention to the fallen Olivia who is only just starting to move. As they start to move in on her, the crowd explodes with cheers as Faye Lange rushes the ring.
Taj: It’s Faye Lange to the rescue!
America: Shouldn’t she be somewhere taking selfies for social media?!
Faye gets up on the apron and motions at Q and Jay to bring it to her. Q and Jay start towards her, when Olivia jumps up and lands on Jay’s back. Faye slingshots over the top rope and connects with a plancha on Q! The two brawl on the floor as Jay starts to peel Olivia off his back. Security rushes in, flooding the area. All four are grabbed and pulled away from each other.
Taj: What the hell did we just witness?
America: Two little girls that are gonna get themselves killed!
The scene opens up in a Christmas themed designed set though the banner says Marry B-Mass as we see the Pretty Committee sitting on matching thrones though Bianca’s is higher up as they are dressed in misses Claus outfits though, The Queen has her crown, and a Christmas themed septar right next to her. The simps that are around her are dressed as elves as they are tending to the needs of the women. Before they shoo them away allowing them to focus on the camera in front of them. As Bianca, begins to speak proudly into the camera.
Bianca Davis: Yes, I know we look absolutely amazing. I mean I am your pinnacle champion of 1WM, your Pride of 1WM, and yes you’re queen Bianca Davis. I successfully once again defended my title last month in Dubai. It was glorious was it not Vero?
Veronica smiled and nodded proudly.
Veronica Taylor: Indeed it was, for #GiveThanksForBianca month, you gave them yet another reason to give thanks to you. When you beat Keon Suggs, in the middle of the ring pinning him for the one, two and three cleanly. They said you couldn’t do it, that you were outmatched that his strength and his hands were gonna carry him to that title, but once again you proved brains and beauty beat brawn any day.
Bianca Davis: Indeed, but then he did what he does best run and cheap shot and he cheap shotted me. Since you know his hands couldn’t get the job done and now wants another shot at this belt well tonight Veronica here makes her One Wrestling debut, and is set to face Keon well tonight is gonna give you all a very special Bmass gift when she beats Keon in the center of the ring. MY girl here is a former champion in her own right, this is someone you should take seriously because she is not only going to make Keon wish he never stepped to the Pretty Committee, she’s going to make sure he never gets another shot at my belt ever again!
Bianca smiles as she rubs on her septar, smiling proudly as Veronica speaks, crossing one leg over the other.
Veronica Taylor: An exciting Bmass season gift, after all no better time in the world than Bmass right?! And yes as Bianca stated I am a former champion in this business, I am a woman who has wrestled all over the world Keon, let me break this down for you like Bianca here I am smarter than you just how this works so once again brains are going to beat brawn. Your cheap shoting spree ends tonight, you think you're getting another shot and sending me to the hospital? You got another coming. I am not even sorry bout it.
Bianca Davis: Nor should you be why be sorry for what is to be a gift, to free him of his pursuit of my belt. See, I will give you the credit you are due you hit hard even if it is from behind. But tonight I will be watching close bye after all watching two contenders for my title and all of that in fact I will be sitting on the throne that is out by ringside to make sure you don’t try anything. After all I am your Queen of the Bmass and Holiday season. The perfect gift as you head into the year 2022 is me, with my belt wrapped firmly around my waist. So Keon we will see you soon and just remember paybacks are a bitch and so am I.
Bianca blows a kiss toward the camera, along with Veronica as the scene then fades to black.
Singles Match
“God’s Gift” Bodhi Bose vs. “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker
“God’s Gift” Bodhi Bose vs. “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker
The bell rings to start that match but suddenly before Bodhi can do anything, both halves of the Shinigami Foundation explode from out of nowhere with barbed wire wrapped steel chairs that they use to smash over the head, shoulders, and back of Bodhi with purposeful intent!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
America: Shinigami Foundation have just jumped Bodhi!
The referee rings the bell again.
Torres: The winner of this match due to interference….Bodhi Bose!
Jacob, seemingly uncaring of the official result, rolls out of the ring and goes for something under the apron.The crowds explode as suddenly a black baseball bat, very tightly wrapped with barbed wire is thrust into the air followed by Jacob who slides a bag into the ring as well before re-entering himself. Several bloody streaks can now be seeing across Bodhi’s face as Bane stops long enough to pull a mic out of his pocket.
Thomas Bane: Mister Bose, thank you for serving as our example here tonight. You’re a hell of a guy for doing such a “kind” thing!
Bane then steps aside as Alex uses his chair to help “support” Bodhi as Jake gets ready with his bat before he hits him very stiffly across the chest a couple of times before Alex lets Bodhi fall to the mat.
Thomas Bane: Yeah, we’re bastards...we get that, but that’s why the fans *love* us and *hate* you. Because you in your little Kartel put on masks of moronic intent, you try and make yourselves seem to be the superior when in fact you are so far beneath us...that you’re not even in the dust in our collective wake. Alex...hold him.
Alex then quickly locks Bodhi into a full nelson at which point Jake reaches into the bag that he rolled in and pulls out...potato chips?!
America: Wait...they are going to feed Bodhi Bose?!
Taj: Oh god no!! America, look at the labels...those are SALT AND VINEGAR CHIPS!!
Alex then bends Bodhi backwards just enough so that Jake pops the bags open and starts to pour the heavily salted and vinegar chips all over the bloody streaks on Bodhi’s chest! ?He then grinds them in, causing the Kartel member to let out an almighty scream! Striker simply stomps on him as Alex lets go.
Thomas Bane: And once more...thank you, Mister Bose.
“Wonderful Life” once more begins to play as the Shinigami Foundation leave the ring.
Taj: Alex and Shinigami wouldn’t even be thinking about this if The Headhunters and Solomon Monster were here!
America: Jack Riggs and Rieca Alejandro are here though? Why weren’t they out here?!
Before Striker and the Shinigami Foundation are halfway up the ramp they are halted by an explosion of pyros from the entrance stage.
America: WHAT THE HELL?!
“1812 Overture” by Tchaikovsky replaces “Wonderful Life.” When the smoke of the pyros dissipates, the hooded figure in the Guy Fawkes mask from the show opening stands in front of them holding its own black baseball bat with woven barbed wire. The masked figure is somehow mic'd up for all in the arena to hear as it points the bat at Jacob Striker and his two associates.
Primus: Remember, remember the 29th of December at Massive injustice will rot! I know of no reason why this group’s treason should ever be forgotten! Remember, remember the 29th of December when at Massive your stock will rise not!
Striker and the Shinigami Foundation prepare to engage the masked figure when the lights go out. The “1812 Overture” plays in the darkness for a few moments until the lights return and the masked figure is gone.
The scene fades in from the intermission and we can see that former Pride of 1WM Champion Rei Park is sitting in a chair in front of a mirror, having the finishing touches put on her makeup for her upcoming tag team match with her friend and partner Jenni Drew as they take on the married team of Damon and Aurora Graves, known as the Fallen Angels. Currently her eyes were closed as the makeup artist spread a thin layer of shimmery eyeshadow across her lids. After getting the signal that the MUA was finished, Rei stood up and it was then we can see her all black (and probably all Chanel) attire as she brushed some hair out of her face. She examined her whole look from head to waist (that’s where the mirror cut off) with a slight stone-like look.
Rei Park: This is your city. Tokyo was the place of your birth, the hometown of your loving mother. The fans are on your side here. Your parents will finally get to see you wrestle. Your whole family is going to be sitting ringside. Your boyfriend flew in from Seoul to cheer you on. You have no reason to not go balls to the wall.
Rei uses both hands to smooth down her top, running said hands down her sides as she turns to examine her derriere… sorry, the back of her outfit.
Rei Park: Why the hell am I talking about myself in second person?
Shaking her head ever so slightly as to not rustle up her perfectly coiffed hair too much (not like it won’t be happening later… but whatever), she brings herself out of the “funk” and looks at her reflection with a look that exudes confidence.
Rei Park: I have been waiting for a moment like this, where I can team up with Jenn and we can show the world why it is that we run this show, why the Seoul Queens are a tremendous force to be reckoned with despite our small statures. The last time Jenn and I got to step into a ring at the same time was that stupid champions against challengers match where we were on opposite sides. Sure, my team walked out as the winners and it sucked to see Jenn as a loser, but now it’s time to show management how much of a mistake that was. Though, I am pretty damn sure that Kaede already took care of that.
Rei’s blood red lips started to twist up in the corners as a Disney villain-like smile slowly starts to creep it’s way onto her face. She puts her hands on the table that has the mirror and slowly leans forward, inching ever so slightly towards said mirror.
Rei Park: If Damon thinks that what happened in Dubai was a big stink, oh just wait until I step through those ropes to do what I do best. He should have known better than to have his back turned to me… to anyone really. Things would have been a lot harder for him had he actually acted on what he wanted to and inserted himself into the match to save his wife from the embarrassment she ultimately suffered. Though to be honest, I would have preferred that because then I could have had a lot more fun. Sure he was only semi-conscious… but he didn’t even try to fight his way out of my hold. He was tapping like a little bitch and making more noise than… well I’m not going to go there.
Rei’s smirk turns into a full-on evil witch smile as she straightens her posture back up, looking at her manicured fingers.
Rei Park: The Graveses are just… meh. There’s nothing special about them though they like to think that they’re something. They’re probably in their dressing area spewing some kind of nonsense that only they believe like a cult leader does to his followers. But they both failed when it matters… like they have in the past. They thought they could make it in singles title matches? HA! That was a joke considering they can’t even make it in the tag team division. Time for Jenn and I to show them that they’ll only ever be middle of the pack lurkers. They are not alphas by any sense of the imagination.
MUA: Ms. Park, they wanted me to tell you that you’re needed in the DotCom area before your match.
Rei Park: Ugh… great… they probably want another interview. Whatever…
With that remark, and a roll of her hypnotic espresso colored eyes, Rei turns on the balls of her feet and walks off down the hallway in the direction of the DotCom area as the scene comes to a close.
Singles Match
Keon Suggs II vs. Veronica Taylor (cornered by “Queen B” Bianca Davis)
Keon Suggs II vs. Veronica Taylor (cornered by “Queen B” Bianca Davis)
“Red Opps” by 21 Savage plays as Keon Sugg II makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: The young Keon looking to get a measure of revenge after his loss last month at Bianca Davis at Legendary Twenty-Two.
America: The guy’s good...I’ll give him that but right now my girl Bianca can’t be touched. He needs to accept the loss and start all over again in his climb to the top.
The lights go out and a fog begins to cover the entry ramp as the opening sounds of "Bad Bitch” by Babe Rehxa fill the arena. A spotlight appears, illuminating the center of the stage, and as the beat picks up, a throne begins to lift up through the fog with Bianca Davis perched upon it and Veronica Taylor standing to her right. Bianca remains sitting, looking ahead with no emotion present in her expression as the throne continues to rise several feet above the stage. When it finally comes to a stop, she looks over the booing crowd with a look of disgust before standing and slowly stepping down a few steps from the throne to the stage, grabbing the sides of the long cloak she wears and extending her arms as it flows behind her while she and Veronica walk down the ramp.
Taj: I thought this was Veronica’s match, not Bianca’s?
America: It is Veronica’s. Why would you ask that, Taj?
Taj: Because why is Bianca getting the spotlight entrance?
America: Because she’s the queen and the Pinnacle….duh...
Bianca keeps her gaze straight ahead of her as she nears the ring, carefully making her way up the steps and walking along the ropes to the middle of the apron. Closing her eyes, she slowly leans her head back, seeming to completely ignore the negative reaction from the crowd for a few moments until she reaches up to release the cloak from around her neck, letting it fall to the floor behind her and then climbing through the ropes into the ring. Spreading her arms out wide, she walks to the center, twirling around slowly to allow the crowd to bask in her greatness from all sides, then stops, sneering at them as she heads to the corner to discuss strategy with Veronica.
DING DING DING!!!
Veronica and Keon both circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, Keon grabs hold of Veronica and shoots her across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet her and nails her with a big forearm shot! Veronica hits the mat hard but tries to pull herself up to her feet. Keon delivers a series of chops to Veronica’s chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Keon then lifts her into the air and delivers a snap suplex! Keon floats over into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Veronica starts to drag herself back up to her feet. Keon bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. He tries to hit Veronica with a knee strike, but she’s able to duck out of the way just in time. Keon stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance. Veronica smirks as Keon turns around to face her—leaping into the air and hitting him with an enziguri! Keon stumbles to a knee. He recovers quickly, but not quick enough to keep Veronica from sending him crashing to the mat with a jumping double knee strike! She hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...Keon kicks out!
Taj: A good back and forth start!
America: I’m not entirely sure why you chose to write Veronica off as much as you have, Taj! She’s good!
Taj: I ever said that, America!
Veronica makes it up to her feet and smiles. She skips around the ring while Keon drags himself to his feet. Once he’s up, she runs at him and hits him with a forearm smash! She follows it up with a second. She then grabs hold of Keon and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle. Keon slumps against it in pain. Veronica runs across the ring and tries to deliver a handspring back elbow in the corner! Just before she can make contact with Keon, he ducks out of the way! She crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers. Before she can regain her balance, Keon grabs her and delivers a belly to back suplex which he bridges into a pin.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was a BIG suplex!
America: Veronica’s a lot smaller than a lot of the opponents that Keon faces, so he can show off a bit of his strength.
Veronica drags herself back up to her feet as Keon runs at her. He tries to hit her with a dropkick, though she ducks out of the way. She waits for Keon to reach his feet and leaps into the air for a dropkick of her own, which he’s also able to block. He grabs hold of her and shoots her across the ring---lifting her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam on the rebound! Veronica hits the mat hard as Keon positions himself over her. He pauses for a moment to glare at Bianca sitting at ringside before reaching down to pull her up. Veronica pulls him down into a small package!
One...
Two...
T...Keon kicks out!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Veronica runs at Keon to try and keep her momentum going. Unfortunately for her, Keon is ready to strike---stepping forward and delivering a sitout spinebuster! Keon steps out onto the apron near Bianca. He pauses for a moment before screaming at her…
Keon Suggs: You and me! Again! Massive!
Veronica wobbly reaches her feet. Keon steps back into the ring and hits Veronica with a Rockford Knee (flying knee)! Veronica crashes to the mat before Keon hooks the leg for the cover.
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Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Keon Suggs II!!
Taj: Keon defeats Veronica!
Bianca quickly slides into the ring and cracks Keon in the ribs with her royal sceptre! Keon doubles over and Bianca drills him in the mouth! The referee tries to stop Bianca but the Pride Champion punches the hapless official in the mouth, knocking him out cold! She turns her attention back to Keon, who is on the canvas holding his face. Bianca, screaming the entire time, commences to hit Keon over and over in the midsection with sceptre.
Bianca Davis: YOU’LL NEVER GET MY BELT, CROCKFORD! I’M THE QUEEN! I’M THE PINNACLE!
America: Goddamn look at my girl go!
Taj: Bianca has gone crazy with that royal sceptre she carries around! And you can bet this is going to cost her some money with that assault on the referee!
America: Does it look like Bianca cares?
Bianca turns and steps out to the floor, pulling Veronica up and helping to the back. Trainers and EMTs rush to the ring to check on the barely conscious Keon.
Episode Two Coming Soon
We’re backstage in the locker room of The Seoul Queens where we see Jenn Drew sitting in a chair, her One Wrestle Championship proudly slung over her shoulder. She has a scowl on her face, a look of seriousness as she just sits there, no boastful exclamations, no cockiness in her expression, just one of focus and determination.
Jenn Drew: All I keep hearing is the same thing month after month, week after week, day after day. Jenn Drew, you aren’t fit to be the One Wrestle Champion. You have no honor and refuse to play fair. You’re a disgrace to the title and to wrestling. All of it. I hear all of it and sometimes, I wonder if everyone is right. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and wonder how I even got to this point in my career and if I actually earned it. This is Jenn Drew the person speaking, not Jenn Drew the wrestler now.
Jenn sits there, taking the championship and placing down next to her as she looks right in the camera.
Jenn Drew: All the people that act holier than thou, like everything has to be about honor and goodness, they don’t know the real fucking world. They don’t know what it means to survive by any means necessary. They have no clue what to do if they found themselves in a legitimate street fight, not some match called one. They don’t know what to do when every single day, it’s a life or death situation for you. They don’t know what it means to do things you’re not proud of just to chase that next high because you’re just a common junkie. I do! I know what it’s like to scratch and claw from the brink of death to climb back up to your feet and keep on fighting.
Jenn stands up from her seat, wiping what looks like a possible tear from her eye as she composes herself again.
Jenn Drew: I fight every single fucking day to keep my survival afloat. I don’t have the luxury of not having to worry about slipping up and falling right back into old habits that pushed any sort of family or friends I have. Outside of the people closest to me, Sammi, Rei, Kaede, Isis, Kayako, Mayumi, Yuki, those people, they are my family and I’ll be damned if I lose them. Outside of them, this…
Jenn grabs the One Wrestle Championship and holds it high in the air.
Jenn Drew: This right here is the most important thing in the world to me. This proves to me that all of my trials and all of my tribulations and struggles in life have all been worth it. This championship is more than just another trophy to add to my case, this title shows me that I am worth it, that I am good enough. I’ll do everything in my power to hold onto that little bit of hope and validation for myself. I don’t care if I have to bend the rules, have a double countout, have an incompetent referee, none of it matters to me as long as when it’s all said and done, I still have the most important possession in my life stays right with me.
Striker, I know you’re coming after me, I know you want to make me scream and make me feel what hell is. I know what hell is. I lived in hell for three years, so buddy, when the time comes, I don’t care what you throw at me, give me your best because I will survive, just like I always do. And tonight, with Rei in my corner, we go out and we win this tag match against two bitter people because one didn’t get the job done last month.
Jenn puts her title back over her shoulder and pushes past the camera and out the door, slamming shut behind her.
Tag Team Match
The Fallen Angels (Damon Graves and Aurora Graves) vs. The Seoul Queens (Rei Park and “The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew)
The Fallen Angels (Damon Graves and Aurora Graves) vs. The Seoul Queens (Rei Park and “The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew)
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides plays as Damon and Aurora Graves make their way to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and forty-eight pounds...hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...they are Damon and Aurora Graves….THE FALLENNNNNNNN ANGELLLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Well, these two are a legitimate team. A GREAT legitimate team, even...
America: ...that lost to an even GREATER legitimate team in the Tag Team Champions, The Headhunters!
The techno like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds. Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
You can call me monster.
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way out to the ring to join her tag team partner.
Torres: And their opponents weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds...they are Rei Park and Jenn Drew….THE SEOUUUUUULLLLLL QUEENNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: I believe this is the first time the Seoul Queens have officially teamed together.
America: So an easy win for them the first time out, huh?
Aurora stands across the ring and taunts Rei, who angrily steps into the ring and gets ready to fight. Aurora is about to do the same, when suddenly, Damon decides that he's going to wrestle instead. Aurora raises an eyebrow before shrugging. She steps out onto the apron, much to Rei's annoyance.
Taj: Damon looking for a bit of revenge from the attack at Legendary Twenty-Two “Sands of Time” by Rei!
The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Damon and Rei circle around one another for just a moment. Rei then runs forward and blasts Damon with a forearm shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Damon stumbles back to the ropes as Rei shoots him across the ring. She waits for Damon to come back before lifting her air into the air and delivering a flapjack! Damon pops back up to his feet, albeit groggily. Rei bounces off of the ropes and hits him with a big forearm smash! She drops an elbow onto Damon and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Damon kicks out!
Damon stumbles back up to his feet. Rei rushes in and tries to strike again, only to have Damon lift her into the air and deliver a big backbreaker! Rei tries to pull herself back up to her feet but Damon grabs hold of her and delivers a series of quick strikes. He then grabs hold of Rei and powers her onto her shoulders. Seconds later, he slams her down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Damon hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two... Rei kicks out!
Taj: It's been a back and forth start to this one!
Damon rolls Rei over and drives a knee into her back once and then twice. He then applies a chinlock while keeping his knee in the middle of Rei's back. Rei's eyes go wide in pain though she does manage to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's up, Damon tries to wrestle her into position for an abdominal stretch, but Rei rolls him up.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Close!
Rei pulls herself back up to her feet. Damon closes the gap between the two of them before hitting Rei with a European uppercut! Rei responds with one of her own! The two battle back and forth without giving the other so much as an inch. Finally, Rei knocks Damon back to the ropes. She heads to her corner of the ring and tags Jenn into the match.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: I thought you were over that dumb catch phrase?
Taj: Nope. It’s my thing.
Jenn charges into the ring and tries to set Damon up for a spear---only to have Damon catch her with a big knee strike! The impact sends Jenn stumbling around. Damon tags Aurora into the match!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: I can’t with you….
Aurora steps into the ring and runs at Jenn, hitting her with a second knee strike for good measure! She then grabs hold of the World Champion and lifts her into the air for a belly-to-belly suplex into cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Aurora had a tremendous match against Jenn for the World Heavyweight Championship last month!
America: “Tremendous match” must be “Taj code” for she lost?
Aurora grabs hold of Jenn and drags her up to her feet. She smirks and hits Jenn with a big chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO!
Aurora follows it up with a second!
Crowd: WOOO!!
Aurora bounces off of the ropes but Jenn cuts her off with a big dropkick! Aurora rolls over to the ropes and tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's standing, Rei grabs her by the hair on the apron. Rei smirks as Aurora turns around to yell at her! Jenn tries to use the opening to her advantage---running at Aurora to use the opening. Aurora pulls herself out of the way at the last possible second, causing Jenn to crash into her Seoul Queen partner!
America: WHAT THE HELL?!
Rei hits the floor and Jenn stumbles around. Aurora grabs hold of her and delivers Bury the Light (Sister Abigail faceplant)! She hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...the team of Aurora Graves and Damon Graves...the Fallen Angels!!!
Taj: Aurora saw an opening and took advantage of it!
America: WHAT THE HELL?!
The Graves embrace and raise each other’s hands in the air as the crowd loudly cheer them. Suddenly, Damon gets blasted in the back with a steel chair from Rei! The crowd’s cheers quickly turn into boos as Damon falls down and out of the ring and Aurora turns into a chair shot to the face from Jenn!
Taj: Wait a minute!
America: Did you really think the Seoul Queens were going to take a loss seating down?!
Jenn lifts the chair up and drives it straight down onto Aurora’s leg! Aurora cries out as the World Champ lifts the chair up and drives it down onto Aurora’s leg again! And again! And again! And again! The timekeeper rings the bell frantically as Jenn lifts the chair into the air and smashes it against Aurora’s leg! Aurora yells out as Jenn stands over her, admiring her work.
Taj: This is just deplorable! Jenn should be ashamed of herself as the World Champion!
America: You mess with the bull...you get the horns!
Jenn then drags Aurora over near the corner and puts her leg inside the chair. Jenn climbs to the second rope and then jumps off, stomping down on the chair, crushing Aurora’s leg! The female half of the Fallen Angels shrills in agony! Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. Tchaikovsky’s ”1812 Overture” plays and pyros go off on the entrance ramp.
Taj: It’s the arrival of Primus!
America: This is some bullcrap! Where is security?!
With everyone’s attention focused on the pyro display, no one notices the uninvited guest in the ring. The arena lights return and Jenn is laid out on the mat with Primus standing over her with the 1WM World Title in his hands. Primus’ digitally-altered voice echoes in the Budokan.
Primus: Remember, remember the 29th of December at Massive injustice will rot! I know of no reason why this champion’s treason should ever be forgotten! Remember, remember the 29th of December at Massive your reign is lost!
Primus drops the title belt on top of Jenn and the lights go out again. Once more when the lights return, Primus is gone. Damon, who has come to, checks on Aurora while Rei checks on Jenn.
“The Return Home”
Live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California
Streaming December 29th, 2021
Glory Championship Match
Last Person Standing Match
“Bakersfield Butcher” Jack Riggs vs. “Pain Maker” Cain Dominquez
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY TWENTY-THREE “I’M A LEGEND IN JAPAN” MAIN EVENT!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is a LAST PERSON STANDING match scheduled for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Born For One Thing” by Gojira plays as “The Bakersfield Butcher” Jack Riggs makes his way down to the ring.
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he is saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage on each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he walks down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground, takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Cain yells again as he shows his crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Taj: How did we get here?
America: With these two? Why are you surprised that this is going to happen?
Taj: I…Jack.. I can’t really say I am...
America: With Cain you shouldn’t be able to either!
DING DING DING!!!
The two men walk out to meet each other in the middle of the ring. Without warning, Riggs goes for a spear. Dominguez catches the leg and spins into a modified spinebuster. Riggs rolls away, clutching at his back. Dominguez gets back to his feet and tries to start stomping away on the challenger. Riggs continues to roll to the edge of the ring and goes over, tumbling to the floor. Dominguez jumps down and Riggs meets him with a low blow!
Dominguez reacts to the sudden pain and Riggs runs him head first into the barricade! Dominguez rebounds off and Riggs runs him face first into the ringpost! Dominguez tumbles to the floor bleeding all over the place. Riggs drags Dominguez up by his ankles and then gives him a catapult that lands Dominguez face first on the steel steps. Dominguez tumbles away as the referee steps in to start counting him down.
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Dominguez starts to get up and Riggs moves in, dropping a knee to Dominguez’s face. Riggs backs off and the referee starts his count again.
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Dominguez starts to get up and Riggs shoves the referee out of the way, breaking up the count himself in the process.
Taj: What is Jack doing?
America: Not letting Cain have a second to recover!
Taj: But the referee was still counting...
America: And Jack knew Cain was going to be up before it hit the number required so he didn’t bother waiting. Besides, he likes messing with people like this and he saw the opportunity presenting itself and seized it!
Riggs drills Dominguez with an almost sliding forearm shot to the face. Dominguez bounces off the floor. Riggs mounts him, raining stiff punches down on the man’s face. After the blood starts to cover the champion, the referee steps in and pulls Riggs off to allow a count. Riggs glares at the referee but backs up a step.
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Dominguez starts to move and Riggs, again, shoves the referee aside. He goes in to drill Dominguez with the forearm again only for Dominguez to catch him coming in with a drop toehold that lands Riggs face first across the steel steps. Riggs’ head snaps back and Dominguez is able to roll away. Riggs leans over the steps. Dominguez runs up the steps and hits a knee on the steps. Dominguez rolls to the right and lands on his feet, using the post to hold himself up while Riggs, now bleeding equally profusely, rolls to the left and flops onto the floor like a newly-cut piece of meat.
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Riggs starts to sit up, the look in his eyes just as much surprise as pain. Seeing the look on the referee’s face, Dominguez slowly makes his way around the steps. Riggs starts to pull himself to his feet. Dominguez gives him a big clothesline to the back that bounces Riggs off the edge of the ring chest first. Riggs starts to stagger back, off-balance, and Dominguez gives him a big boot that sends him tumbling over the steps to the other side of the floor. Dominguez climbs up onto the apron and glares over at Riggs as the challenger begins to regain his own upright posture. Dominguez runs across the apron and dives off into a cannonball that smashes Riggs into the railing! Both men hit hard and land in a bloody heap on the floor. The referee moves in and begins his count on both Riggs and Dominguez simultaneously.
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Riggs pulls himself up on the steps while Dominguez uses the guardrail. Both men make it to their feet and slowly turn to glare at the other. The two march out to each other and just start trading punches: Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez, Riggs, Dominguez!
Taj: It has been an all out war!
With both men now freshly bleeding and visibly exhausted, they almost tumble into each other, each man keeping the other standing. Dominguez headbutts Riggs and watches as the challenger staggers back against the ring again. Dominguez goes to take a step and Riggs jumps up into a knee strike. Riggs drags Dominguez right back to his feet. As Dominguez stands there, nearly limp, Riggs bitch slaps him across the face. Dominguez’s knees start to buckle and Riggs catches him across his shoulder. The challenger picks the champion up and carries him up the ramp onto the stage.
America: This is it, Taj. We are about to get a brand new Glory Champion!
Riggs walks over to a large crate being used as a set ornamentation and dumps the champion onto it. Riggs climbs up onto the crate, pulls Dominguez up, and hits Big Trouble (Burning Hammer) onto the crate! The referee watches as Riggs drops down off the crate, leaving the champion laying there bleeding.
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Dominguez starts to move.
Nine...
Dominguez rolls almost absently, landing on his feet on the stage, leaning against the crate.
Taj: Cain is up! HE’S UP!!
America: This is bullshit! The only reason he’s “standing” is that damn crate is holding him up!
Taj: He’s still standing though!
America: Jack should have this won right now! This is just…
Riggs slaps Dominguez again. Dominguez falls to one knee and Riggs watches him, glaring down all the while. Riggs pulls him back up and slaps the taste out of his mouth again. Dominguez slumps to one knee and Riggs just shakes his head. He pulls Dominguez up again and slaps him for the third straight time. Dominguez slumps to one knee again but looks up at Riggs. The challenger pulls Dominguez up again disgustedly and slaps him yet again. This time, Dominguez does not slump. He starts to nod and begs Riggs to do it again. Riggs angrily slaps him for a fifth time and Dominguez nods almost excitedly now, begging for more. Riggs rears back for another shot only for Dominguez to block it, catching the hand and twisting it. Riggs tries to jump up into a reversal but Dominguez releases his grip on Riggs’s arm to catch his leg. Riggs lands awkwardly on the stage and Dominguez grabs his other leg. The champion steps back and executes a catapult that drives Riggs face first into the Tron stanchion. Riggs collapses to the stage but quickly gets back to all fours. Dominguez gives him a Spinal Shock (Sky High/ sitdown spinebuster) on the stage before rolling over and away, landing his own feet down on the floor.
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Riggs staggers up to his feet, almost slipping on his own blood. Dominguez reaches up and grabs Riggs by the ankles. Riggs tries to kick him away but Dominguez pulls so that the challenger hits the blood and slides right down hard onto his back. Dominguez pulls Riggs over into a reverse fireman’s carry. Riggs tries to get away but Dominguez maintains his grip as he walks over a few steps to another drop. Dominguez gives Riggs and elbow before dropping him on his wobbly feet. The champ rears back and connects with his Fade to Black (claymore kick) that sends Riggs smashing down through a table positioned just off the stage! The Japanese crowd explodes with excitement over the move and subsequent destruction.
Taj: This has to be it, America?!
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Physically spent, Dominguez looks down at the barely unconscious Riggs.
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Taj: Dear God!!!!
America: That’s...no...
Taj: Cain Dominguez is the Last Man Standing!!
America: That’s not possible!
Torres: Here is your winner and STILL Glory Champion…Cain Dominguez!!!
Taj: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MAIN EVENT! WHAT A SHOW!
America: This is some bullcrap and you know it, Taj! There is going to be some hell to pay from everything that has gone down tonight. Mark my words on that!
Taj: I honestly believe you, America, and we will surely see it all come to fruition at the Massive supershow at the end of this month! On behalf of my partner, thank you for joining us and we’ll see you next time!
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