Post by Legal Department on Jan 30, 2022 21:13:19 GMT -8
The scene opens up live where we see Oliva Blue arriving at the arena, the fans in Sydney, Australia let out a loud cheer for her. As the young, and cheerful face as soon as she walks a few more feet is attacked from behind out of the camera eyes as the camera pans trying to get a look at who is doing the damage soon we see Veronica Taylor, the fans cheers turn to boos as The Mean Girl tries to keep her down, but Oliva fights her off a bit until the former Pride of 1WM Champion joins in who looks to be in a foul mood hitting Oliva in the leg with her scepter as the boos grow even louder as the Mean Girls of 1WM put boots down on Olivia Blue as Bianca can be heard yelling.
Bianca Davis: YOU WANT TO GET INVOLVED IN MY BUSINESS?! IN PRETTY COMMITTEE BUSINESS?!! I AM DONE WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!
Veronica Taylor: This will teach her?!
Bianca and Veronica are busy putting boots to the fallen Oliva Blue, as Veronica holds up Oliva who was struggling against them as Bianca gets close grabbing her by the hair pulling hair as she yells at her in her face.
Bianca Davis: I gave you a pass the first time, but then you had to stick your ugly little nose into our business once again?! You are going to pay so is Ugkenzie you understand me? You will both kiss the ring and bend the knee!
Bianca then takes her scepter and hits Oliva hard in the ribs, and then gives a few good shots as Veronica looks on gleefully as she takes out her phone and streams this event on her Instagram. She then moves closer and adds her own stomps to the party, until security comes and separates the jackals known as the Pretty Committee from the fallen Oliva Blue, as Bianca holds up her hands with a smug pleased smirk though her anger can clearly be felt through the camera.
Bianca Davis: Tell Cedric, give me my damn rematch will you?! Or this is just the beginning.
Bianca and Veronica blow a kiss to the fallen fan favorite who is being checked on by Security as the scene then fades to black.
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: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY TWENTY-FOUR “DOWN UNDER”!
America: Well that’s one way to literally KICK off this show for the Sydney, Australia fans!
Taj: That attack upon Olivia Blue by The Pretty Committee was totally uncalled for! Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis should be severely punished after this.
America: I guess that’s one less match we have to talk about tonight since I’m sure the tag team match of Pretty Committee versus Mackenzie Roberts and Olivia will surely be canceled.
Taj: I can only think it will be. Besides that, we have a huge lineup that includes all four championships defended.
America: If---
Suddenly the arena lights go dark and E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s classic piano composition, “Moonlight Sonata” begins to play. The crowd recognizes the music and roars as it gets to its feet. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Erick St. John stands in the middle of it with outstretched arms and his gaze towards the heavens. Erick is dressed in a gray vest business suit, white collared shirt with a black tie, and the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his right shoulder. After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome, ESJ begins to make his way to the ring.
America: What the HELL is this?! ESJ should not be parading down to the ring with the 1WM World Title like he’s the champion! Somebody get security to take the title from him!
Taj: What did you expect him to do?! Mail the belt to 1WM offices?!
America: Well… something other than this! He is NOT the 1WM World Champion! And he shouldn’t be allowed any airtime with a title that is not his! This is total disrespect to the RIGHTFUL champion, Jacob Striker!
Taj: If you listen to this capacity Sydney crowd, they think otherwise!
Erick reaches ringside and retrieves a microphone from Torres before heading up into the ring. Once in the middle of the ring, as he’s about to address the live audience, the crowd interrupts him with a chant.
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick grins at the raucous welcome he receives from the Australian fans.
Erick St. John: It is SO good to be back in One Wrestle Movement! How the FUCK are you, Sydney?!
Despite the blatant request for a cheap pop, the crowd responds with another ESJ chant.
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick motions for the crowd to settle down before raising the microphone to his lips.
Erick St. John: I appreciate the love, Sydney! But I do have to ask… does this 1WM World Heavyweight Title make me look FAT?!
The crowd roars in the negative as Erick playfully models the belt. The crowd goes into a different chant that echoes in the arena.
Crowd: YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
A mischievous smirk forms on Erick’s face.
Erick St. John: #UncrownedChampion!
The crowd pours down its dislike of the World Title situation.
Erick St. John: Back in the day, when I first started in this business, what happened at Massive between me and Jacob Striker would not be questioned. A contender issues a challenge to a champion with a company official to witness it, AND said champion accepts it, then, YES, I should be the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd pops loudly and goes back to its previous chant.
Crowd: YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Erick’s exuberance fades as he looks at the championship belt’s metal plate.
Erick St. John: Unfortunately we don’t live in those days anymore. We don’t live in the days where disputes over matches and titles were decided within these hallowed ropes. Instead they are LITIGATED and decided in attorney’s offices and executive boardrooms. And it’s this kind of BULLSHIT that has run 1WM into the ground and why I have to return this championship belt to Jacob Striker.
The crowd is quick to voice their disdain at the mention of the champion’s name.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Erick begins to pace around the ring as he continues his conversation with the 1WM audience.
Erick St. John: But what PISSES me off about this World Title situation isn’t the technicality that Primus wasn’t a contracted 1WM talent at Massive. What pisses me off more than anything is that Cedric Southern, our GRAND executive, let the owner of another promotion legally fanagle him into returning the title back to Striker. What business does Pro Wrestling NOVA owner, Chris Slayton, have in One Wrestle Movement other than being Striker’s PIMP?!
The crowd eats up Erick’s derogatory comment towards Slayton and Striker.
Crowd: JAKE’S A HOE! JAKE’S A HOE! JAKE’S A HOE!
Erick stops pacing in front of the main camera and glares into it with steely eyes.
Erick St. John: Cedric… I would call you a COWARD but that word is too good for you. You’re not even SPINELESS! Cedric… you have NO… FUCKIN’... BALLS!
The crowd loses its shit at Erick’s audacity to speak so bluntly towards the 1WM chief executive officer.
Erick St. John: I was LIVID when I learned of the Great Exodus of talent from 1WM! Sure, most of the talent was self-centered, egotistical, and overrated ass clowns, but how could you, Cedric, allow them to damage 1WM’s reputation on their way out?! I gave you the benefit of the doubt until I witnessed you getting outmaneuvered by Chris Slayton in your OWN damn boardroom! YOU’RE just as much the cause, if not more, of this company’s downfall than the talent who left!
As Erick’s emotions boil over he starts to pace along the front ropes.
Erick St. John: It’s your COMPLACENCY! Your INDIFFERENCE! Your APATHY to our business that allowed a ratings-killer like Jen Drew hold the 1WM World Title for nearly a YEAR! You allowed three curtain-jerkers to play hot potato with the Pride of 1WM Championship for SIX months which practically killed the prestige of that title! AND you did nothing to stop the Kali Kartel from running unabated through this company! This is all on YOU, Cedric!
Erick takes a couple deep breaths while looking down at the ring mat.
Erick St. John: But don’t fret, One Wrestle Movement… I have lit the wick of REVOLUTION that will ignite the RENAISSANCE of this company! Primus was just a vehicle to draw the wrestling world’s eyes back to 1WM! As Spanish novelist Miguel de Cervantes so poignantly said… “In order to attain the IMPOSSIBLE, one must attempt the ABSURD!” And THAT is what I did with Primus at Massive!
The former Primus shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief.
Erick St. John: It’s sad really. In the month leading up to Massive, as Primus, I did what Jen Drew as 1WM World Champion, Jacob Striker as Pride of 1WM Champion, and the Headhunters as World Tag Team Champions failed to do in the whole time that I was on the shelf: I DREW AN FUCKIN’ AUDIENCE! I GOT PEOPLE WATCHING 1WM!
Erick’s head pops up and he points to the crowd on all sides of the ring.
Erick St. John: Tell me something, Sydney! Did y’all watch Massive for the match between Jen Drew and Jacob Striker?!
Crowd: NOOOO!
Erick St. John: Did y’all watch Massive because Primus promised to appear in the main event?!
Crowd: HELL YEAH!
Erick smiles proudly and grins at the main camera.
Erick St. John: I REST MY CASE!
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick St. John: See, Cedric! THIS…
Erick points around the fan-filled arena.
Erick St. John: THIS is the REVOLUTION that Primus started at Massive! THIS is the REVOLUTION that fires legitimate talent and new champions like the Fallen Angels and Keon Suggs II! THIS is the REVOLUTION that will bring the RENAISSANCE of One Wrestle Movement!
Erick hops on a turnbuckle and shows the raucous crowd the 1WM World TItle belt.
Erick St. John: I may be forced to return the World Heavyweight Championship to Jacob Striker, but you all KNOW who is the UNCROWNED champion of 1WM!
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick St. John: Under the Guy Fawkes mask, I called myself Primus for PRIMUS INTER PARES… the FIRST AMONG EQUALS! And that’s EXACTLY who I am! I am the First Among Equals in the coming Renaissance of 1… W… M!
Crowd: 1-W-M! 1-W-M! 1-W-M!
The crowd’s chant is interrupted by the hard pounding guitar riffs of Pop Evil's "Trenches" as Jacob Striker steps out from the back accompanied by the Shinigami Foundation, Pro Wrestling Nova's Chief of Security David Gibson, and the head of PWN and North American rep of the Shiba Zaibatsu, Chris Slayton. The crowd rains down its harshest disdain yet as the group heads to the ring with both Striker and Slayton entering the ring opposite of Erick.
Taj: And here is the champion with full posse in tow!
America: Love him or hate him, Taj, Jacob Striker is the NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion! It doesn’t matter what this crowd or that blowhard ESJ thinks! Give him his championship!
Taj: I’m not disputing 1WM’s official position, America! But you have to take into consideration some of the points Erick St. John made tonight!
America: Damn ESJ! All he did was wear a mask, throw some pyros around, and insert himself into the end of the main event of Massive Two! Jacob Striker, on the other hand, soundly beat our then-champion Jenni Drew and then had the testicular fortitude to stand up to Erick St. John right afterwards!
Taj: I am not taking that hard-fought victory away from Striker either, America! While we’ve been critical of him as of late and with good reason, he accomplished an amazing feat in becoming a World Champion at age twenty-three and a legit challenger for Jenni Drew’s championship.
America: Jacob was smart to bring backup to this meeting. You can’t trust ESJ!
The camera cuts to a shot of David Gibson keeping a respectful distance while his boss has an all-business look on his face. Jacob’s demeanor is more neutral as he’s handed a mic by Gibson.
Jacob Striker: I have personally allowed you to speak for two entire weeks without interrupting you in any fashion or form. All of the anger talk has been between you, your shit boy Damon, and Mr. Slayton here… but not me. So out of the measure of respect that I showed you, I ask that you return the same measure of respect and let me speak my piece if you will.
Erick glares at Jacob for a couple thick moments before he motions for Jacob to proceed.
Jacob Striker: You know, for all of the bashing of my character done by the commentators and every other fucker, like Q, who has doubted me since my arrival, I went into that match at Massive and did exactly what I told Jenni I was going to do. I didn't cut corners nor cheat or anything like that. I busted my ass to not only give the 1WM Championship the respect that it deserved but the *WOMAN* who held that championship as well.
The crowd boos the mention of the former champion.
Jacob Striker: I beat Jenni and I did so cleanly, but I also knew that I would have to fight for every bit of respect as champion and that is why I accepted your challenge that night, Erick. Everybody loves to play me out to be some kind of brutish moron or a fool, but when I say that I've been born to do this and that I know this industry, I'm not lying. But understand me that if I had lost to Jenni at Massive then I would've done so graciously and respectfully because despite all the bullshit that's been dumped in my path here over the course of the past few months, I still respect this ring.
The mention of respect seems to thaw the crowd slightly.
Jacob Striker: So while it pisses me off to no end that my first opponent for the 1WM Championship was dutifully *ignored* and some cardboard trinket-carrying hookerbot was selected in her place, after I put down Q… I want Jenni Drew in this very ring at the next major show because I find it only fair that she gets her rematch before any new business.
Taj: Uh….he must not know that at Glory Seventeen “Love Hurts” next month that he’ll be teaming with Shinigami Foundation to face off against Renaissance?
America: I mean the guy has been taking alot of bumps to the head lately.
Jacob walks up close to Erick and looks him dead in the eyes. Erick’s eyes narrow and his free hand clenches just in case.
Jacob Striker: And despite how you went about things, Erick, I can respect the fact that you want to bring honor back to this company and it is that measure of respect that I'm fighting against my more…
Jacob gives Erick a wide, sinister and toothy grin.
Jacob Striker: …basic instincts and not put you down for what's happened between us. I know that you have this need to be 1WM’s own Maximilien Robespierre, but as always your interpretation of the facts are wrong because I had a question, and since I’m signed to a wrestling office, I went to my rep and asked what do I do next after your little coup d'état. Mr. Slayton then told me that everything would be handled in time and to focus on my other obligations. Which by the way includes being the current reigning, defending Wrestleworld Territorial Champion as well as one half of the Pro Wrestling Nova World Tag Team Champions, so my being silent was simply me busting my ass and working to improve myself… despite what you love to “declare” about me and Mr. Slayton.
The grin on Jacob’s face disappears and the hard look returns despite him giving up two inches and 17 years of experience to Erick. The new champion will not surrender a single inch.
Jacob Striker: But you want to talk about who cut and ran, my good sir?! Where the fuck have *you* been during all of this?! During that "Great Exodus of Talent" you mentioned a few minutes ago, I was standing right fucking here in this very ring, doing my best to help keep this company up and going because I believe in Cedric while you were nowhere to be fucking seen! So you can be pissed off that legally *YOU* fucked yourself over. I did my part by winning the championship and holding my ground and you can't take that away from me because I could've said *no* to your little challenge but instead I stood up, squared up, and fucking showed you more goddamn respect than you have me!
The crowd roars as the tension thickens between both men.
Taj: Jacob makes some very valid points, America.
America: I most definitely agree, Taj.
Erick’s steely eyes are locked on Jacob’s but smiles at him. The crowd goes into a chant.
Crowd: LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO!
Chris Slayton moves up and places a hand on Striker's right shoulder making the young champion take a couple steps back. He takes the mic from Jacob and he gives Erick a pompous once-over.
Chris Slayton: Not for free anyways! And speaking of respect, I need to say something to you, Mr. St. John, before you hand that World Championship belt back to its *rightful* owner! You mentioned "back in the day." Well back in the day, even a sudden challenger *still* had to have an agreement with the company's owner before he pulled the same fucking stunt like you did at Massive. So you don't get to come out here and parade that you've done everything by the fucking book because you squareheaded fuckwit, I know the same fucking book!
The crowd can’t stand Chris Slayton. If they could boo him out of the arena, they would do so immediately.
Chris Slayton: And while Jacob here is willing to show you an ounce more respect than you've done to show him, I owe you no such honorable ground. You were never the 1WM World Champion nor will you ever hold that distinct honor because you lost that right when you fucking took off after Solomon Monster and Graham Baker called you on your shit! At least when Baker left, he did so standing on his own two feet!
The crowd wants Erick to unload on Slayton. They egg him on to do it. Erick, however, stays stoic.
Crowd: FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!
Chris Slayton: He wouldn’t dare! But allow me to lay this out straight for you, Mr. St. John. If you ever cross that line again, sonny Jim, then you'll understand perfectly who the *fuck* I am. I'm not "Billy Badass", but I don't hold back either!
Chris hands the microphone back to Jacob with a sinister grin on his face. Jacob steps up again and speaks with a respectful tone.
Jacob Striker: Erick, if you would please… give me back the 1WM World Title!
Erick doesn’t take his sharp eyes off of Jacob but he hands the World Title belt to him honorably. Before Jacob can step away with it, Erick locks a grip on the championship belt making Jacob turn back around.
Erick St. John: You may be the rightful champion, Jacob! But you are NOT the right champion for 1WM! These fans know who wants what’s best for 1WM. They know that I was on the shelf for months after having my face nearly crushed in by the Kali Kartel! They KNOW who the UNCROWNED champion is! So out of RESPECT for them, this sport, and this sacred championship, I’m going to let you walk away with the World Title. But just remember one thing, Jacob. I STILL beat you even after you blasted me with the belt. Official or not, you know the TRUTH! That’s going to gnaw on you. But next time, I will leave NO DOUBT!
Erick lets go of the championship belt and lets Jacob have full possession. He then turns his attention over to Chris Slayton.
Erick St. John: I’m going to RESPECT Jacob as the new 1WM World Champion. But I sure as hell DON’T have to respect you!
The sound of the microphone dropping distracts everyone for a moment but gives Erick the opening he needs to superkick Chris right on the chin!
Taj: OH CRAP! ESJ JUST HIT CHRIS SLAYTON WITH MY REDEMPTION!
The crowd goes ape shit crazy as Chris’ eyes roll back and he drops on the mat like a lead weight.
America: How dare ESJ hit another company’s owner!
Jacob tries to blast Erick with the title belt but he ducks it. Erick prepares to hit Jacob with a superkick but the new champion backs away out of harm. David Gibson hits ESJ from behind which drops him and the Shinigami Foundation jumps in to stomp the hell out of Erick!
Taj: We’ve lost control of this one!
America: Oh hell yeah!
The crowd roars even louder as the new Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, come running out from the back. They slide into the ring and go after the Shinigami Foundation!
Taj: And here comes Aurora and Damon Graves, the rest of Renaissance to the rescue!
Erick is able to get up and he goes after David Gibson. Someone calls for the bell to ring but no one gives a shit!
America: There is going to be hell to pay for this!
Finally security runs out and separates the two groups from each other. Jacob helps Chris up who is yelling expletives at Erick as he holds his jaw but the seasoned veteran just grins sinisterly back at the PWN owner. Jacob raises the 1WM World Title up in defiance of Erick’s actions.
Blake and Syndi don’t wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout the arena before charging forward and locking up in the center of the ring. Syndi tries to overcome Blake, but the veteran’s prowess shines through as Blake drives a knee up into Syndi’s abdomen a couple of times until the green rookie stumbles backward while clutching her stomach. Syndi looks none too happy as Blake shrugs her shoulders and beckons her to bring it. This winds up being a bit more than what Blake asked for as Syndi looks like she’s staggering forward before hitting Blake with a backhand/shin kick combo before following it up with a springboard headscissors takedown. Syndi shows no signs of slowing down, quick to follow things up, locking in a single leg Boston crab on Blake. But once again, the veteran’s prowess comes into play and Blake gets a hand on the bottom rope, forcing Syndi to break the hold she has.
Taj: Syndi is putting up a good fight so far in this match. Blake is exhibiting that veteran prowess against the fairly green rookie.
America: Fairly green rookie is an understatement, Taj. The chick is a student of that masked goof El Diablo. It gets no more green than that.
Syndi looks discouraged as both she and Blake get back up on their feet. You can see Syndi trying to figure out what she’s going to do next and this hesitation will cost her as Blake comes forward and fires off a series of strikes that include forearms, elbows and kicks, wearing the newbie down. Blake then takes a few steps backward before charging and hitting Syndi with a sling blade! Blake takes a few brief moments to look back at a sputtering Syndi before pulling her up as Blake stands and hitting her with a classic stunner! The crowd erupts as Blake gets up once again and sets Syndi up for a piledriver finisher before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Blake Belladonna!
Taj: Syndi put up a good fight but Blake was just too much for her here tonight at Legendary Twenty-four.
America: It’s because Syndi’s mentor is El Diablo. Nothing good will come for her associating with him. I’m just saying. Mark my words.
The match starts off with Nicole swiftly going after Lochlan with a hard bull hammer elbow. But as always, she’s a little over zealous and it winds up blowing up in her face and she is instead met with a belly to belly suplex from Lochlan! Nicole’s wife Taren looks on from ringside and argues with the referee a little bit that Lochlan is being unnecessarily rough with Nicole. Lochlan rolls his eyes, lowering his head before turning back to Nicole. He’s then blasted with a roundhouse kick that lands flush against the side of his head. Nicole attempts to capitalize with a pin, but Lochlan kicks out just after one, thus further angering the volatile Brit. Nicole yanks Lochlan up to his feet and he’s able to shove her away once he’s back up, putting some space between him and her.
Taj: You have to give it to Nicole for her tenacity and determination to be a successful wrestler.
America: You mean more like she needs the money to pay for diapers and formula for that newborn kid of hers with Taren!
Nicole charges forward once again, this time being blasted by a discus forearm from Lochlan that seemingly takes her head off. The 1WM newcomer doesn’t stop here and quickly starts climbing the turnbuckle nearest to Nicole who is sputtering on the mat, trying to catch her breath. Taren tries to yank him off the top, but he uses his foot to push her away before launching off for a frog splash. The fans are on their feet as Lochlan pulls Nicole up and sets her up for and executes Order of the Phoenix (exploder suplex in corner).!
Taj: This could be it, America!
America: Oh it’s over, Taj!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Lochlan Rivers!
We open backstage with Butterscotch Monroe. She has a smile on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time…
She pauses, looking to her left as a big, muscular man with blonde hair and facial hair. He wears a pair of aviator shades with red lenses, as well as a big smile on his face. He looks into the camera lens as Butterscotch speaks to him.
Butterscotch Monroe: Now, let’s cut to the chase. Who are you and why are you coming to One Wrestle Movement?
The man turns to look at her, his smile slowly contorting into a look of exaggerated confusion… but then, he quickly snaps out of it, a look of realization on his face.
Male: You don’t recognize me.
He chuckles to himself as Butterscotch looks confused. She keeps her composure, however.
Male: I can’t blame you. It’s been a while since anybody around here has seen me and the last time they did, I was having my butt handed to me on a silver platter by Kelli Saint… but I’m back, baby. Formerly known as “The Paragon Of Professional Wrestling”, I, Solomon Graham, have RETURNED!!!
He stops for a moment to breathe and let it sink in.
Solomon Graham: And now that I’m back… and it’s obvious that I’m better than I’ve ever been… I’m ready to take the mantle and lead this company into something special… if only I get the chance.
After it’s finished sinking in, Butterscotch continues.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well, Solomon, it's good to have you back. If you don’t mind me asking, just what have you been up to while you were away from 1WM?
Solomon puts a hand on her shoulder.
Solomon Graham: Ms. Monroe…
He pauses. Presumably to build anticipation. Solomon’s always been very theatrical.
Solomon Graham: What I’ve been doing…
He pauses once again. Monroe waits in silence.
Solomon Graham: Is saving my home country from total devastation, because baby, I’m a SUPERHERO!
…a silence follows. It seems that Butterscotch is taken aback by this bit of information. It is very peculiar. Why, if this is to be believed, would he come out and reveal who he is?
Butterscotch Monroe: Is that so?
Solomon Graham: Yeah. I go by the name “Liberator” whenever I’m tending to my “supe” business. Hey… maybe I could use that as my wrestling nickname from now on, too!
Butterscotch Monroe: That’s great, Solomon, but… if you’re a superhero, what are you doing here? Don’t you have bigger fish to fry? You have a responsibility outside of wrestling now.
Graham rubs the back of his neck with his left hand.
Solomon Graham: Yeah… surprisingly, that responsibility doesn’t pay very well.
He pauses, before removing his hand from the back of his neck and shrugs.
Solomon Graham: But hey, dems da breaks. Either way, I’m certain the itch to return would’ve gotten to me sooner or later. I'm just glad that there's still a place for me in this sport. And now, I'm ready to come out swingin'! 1 Wrestle Movement… get ready for me. Because I promise you, you ain't seen nothin' yet!!!
And from there, the scene returns to the ring.
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Taj: People are always talking about how talented Faye is and she can prove it tonight!
America: It’s just a shame for her that she’s got to do it against one of the very best in wrestling today!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway. Faye and Kelli both begin to circle around the ring, neither willing to give the other an early advantage. Finally, they grapple up in the center of the ring and struggle for the advantage. Kelli immediately overpowers Faye and shoves her back against the ropes. She holds her there for a moment and hits her with a chop to the chest before shooting Faye across the ring. When she comes back on the rebound, Kelli lifts her into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Kelli then hooks the leg and goes for the early cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Faye tries to bring herself back up to her feet as quickly as she can in hopes of getting back into the match. Kelli charges and keeps control of the match by hitting Faye with a knee strike! Faye is barely able to stay upright. Kelli hoists her into the air and delivers a vertical suplex! Kelli floats over into a cover.
One…
Two…Faye is able to kick out again!
Taj: This is the kind of start that we expected to see from Kelli and it’s one that she’ll need to keep up if she wants to beat the very talented Faye Lange!
America: Let’s not act like the woman is incapable of beating Faye...c’mon now.
Faye once again tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Kelli cuts her off with a series of forearm strikes to wear her down. She then bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. Before she can hit Faye with anything on the rebound, Faye leaps into the air and cuts Kelli off with a perfectly timed hurricanrana! Faye hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Kelli is able to kick out!
Kelli tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Faye is quick to run at her and wear Kelli down with a series of hard strikes. Kelli tries to do what she can to stay upright. Faye smirks as she runs and bounces off of the ropes. Kelli tries to cut her off with a big clothesline but Faye ducks underneath it! She bounces off of the ropes again, this time using her momentum to hit Kelli with a handspring back elbow! She hits the mat hard as Faye then leaps into the air and lands on her for an elbow drop.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: Very impressive show of athleticism right there!
America: Yeah, yeah...
The fans are showing their support for the effort that’s being given by both wrestlers. Faye grabs hold of Kelli and drags her back up to her feet. Faye tries to wrestle Kelli into position for a swinging neckbreaker! Kelli spins her way out of it at the last possible second. Smirking, Kelli blasts Faye with a clubbing blow to knock her off balance. Kelli delivers her Playtime's Over (bicycle kick)! Faye collapses to the mat. Kelli arrogantly covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Kelli Saint!!!
Taj: This was a really solid, back and forth match!
America: But in the end...Kelli proved she’s better!
The referee signals for the bell. Both Jay and Rieca circle each other before locking up. Rieca manages to flip Jay over with an arm drag, but he gets to his feet and connects with a big boot, dropping Rieca. The Kali Kartel female staggers to her feet as Jay moves in. He pushes her against the ropes and goes for an Irish whip, but she counters, sending him into the ropes and connecting headscissors takedown, then follows with a running neckbreaker. She goes for a cover, but the Mean Machine immediately kicks out.
Taj: Whoa!
America: That was close!
Rieca gets to her feet, running in for a tornado DDT, but Jay manages to block it, tossing her to the mat. Once Rieca is back up, Jay hits The Perfect Shot (discus clothesline)! He goes for the pin.
Taj: HOLY CRAP!
America: You gotta be kidding me!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner….Jay Aguero!!!
Just as the bell sounds, The Shinigami Foundation, Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer, rush into the ring and start angrily punching at Jay! Within seconds, the referee frantically calls for the bell.
Taj: Why in the world is the Shinigami Foundation out here attacking Jay Aguero?!
America: Taj, you’re not that oblivious to the inner workings of wrestling. Shinigami is out here to ensure that Jay isn’t involved in the main event tonight between their boy Jacob Striker and Q.
Thomas lefts Jay up onto his shoulders as Alex climbs to the nearest top turnbuckle. Alex leaps off to complete The Doomstar Requiem (Doomsday Device)! Shinigami isn’t done there as they toss Jay through the ring ropes onto the thinly matted floor. They follow him out and pick him up to hit The Tornado of Souls (Magic Killer)!
Taj: Shinigami have done a complete number on Jay here! This was uncalled for!
America: Actually it reeks of good strategy to me, Taj. Take out Q’s insurance policy and it increases Jacob’s chance of retaining the World Heavyweight Championship!
Security rushes in but Tomas and Alex are satisfied that they have completed their mission of leaving an unconscious Jay laid out on the arena floor.
We go backstage as we find Cain sitting on an equipment box surprisingly alone. His manager and business partner Joshua Samson was not to be found with him. Cain signals the camera man to get over here.
Cain Dominguez: Listen, I have something to say. Tonight in a few moments I go out to that ring to face Rei Park. Sucks to be you Rei, it really does because you have to not only deal with me, but a very pissed off version of me. That doesn't spell for a good night for you Rei. You see Joshua isn't standing at my side right now and sure, some may wonder why? Simply. He takes care of other business and he doesn't need to be at my side every single second. Tonight, when I go to that ring, a message is going to be sent. Everyone is going to understand the message. Rei, sadly for you you are going to feel it. Everyone saw what happened last month with me and Jack Riggs and the Glory championship. Everyone also knows the challenge that has been made and answered.
Cain gets a dark smirk on his face as he pauses for a second.
Cain Dominguez: Those of you who have been living under a rock I will explain. You see, since Jackoff Jack got two matches against me in order to get that belt from me. It's only fitting I get a rematch. Since you know we are one win a piece. So being the nice guy I am, I let him choose any match he wanted. Why do you ask? because not only do I fully intend on beating him and taking that title from him, but I want to make sure I beat him at his own game. I gave him a chance that he didn't take. Since everyone around here has been so hell bent on wanting to get rid of me from this company, he didn't take it. He could have asked me to put my career on the line if he so badly wanted me gone, like he said over and over.
He pauses for a second then he continues.
Cain Dominguez: You see, I know what everyone thinks of me. I know a lot of you think I'm some big dumb idiot. Everyone who I faced all said I didn't belong in this company and didn't deserve a damn thing. You all make fun of my history. You see, that is what makes me different. I never hide from my pass. Yeah I didn't live a fancy life before I got here. Sure I may not speak perfect English when it is my second language. Yeah I once slept on a street. But I am no longer doing those things. I didn't let a damn thing stop me from getting here and making it. Jack understands this and this goes to you as well Rei, there isn't a damn thing either can do to me in any match that will ever end me or stop me in any way. I have seen and been through the worst and yet I am still here. So many and claimed that would end me and run me out of this company and yet where are they? I outlasted all of them. Hell many seem to have run from me before having to go one on one with me. So Jack, good for you at being the first to not run. But that means in your own match, I am going to beat your big ass and take back what is mine… the Glory championship.
Cain pauses one more time.
Cain Dominguez: Jack, I'll see you whenever date they put down for our match. As for Rei Park, tonight you are the one that is about to find out why they call me the pain marker. I am not taking you lightly but I am also confident and I have a point to make. You just happen to be at the right place but at the wrong time. Now get out of my way.
Cain pushes the camera man out of the way as he walks out of camera view and the scene goes blank.
Taj: I’m getting word that this match will proceed as scheduled even though Olivia Blue has not been cleared to wrestle due to the hideous attack on her at the top of the show.
America: So it’s going to be a Handicap Match?! Damn. this Mackenzie is dumber than she looks!
The Pretty Committee are all smiles as they look across at the lone Mackenzie. Bianca opts to step through the ropes, leaving Veronica to start the match off for TPC. Veronica and Mackenzie meet in the center of the ring in a clash of fury, trading blows back and forth until Mackenize is able to fire off a kick that lands right against Veronica’s ribs, knocking the air right out of her lungs. Mackenzie capitalizes on this by dropping Veronica with a DDT that leads right into a Texas cloverleaf. Mackenzie wrenches back with the hold as Veronica tries to reach for the bottom rope to no avail. Bianca eventually takes matters into her own hands and enters the ring, pulling Mackenzie off of Veronica before hitting her with a hair mare.
America: What in the hell are Bianca and Veronica doing treating this match like a tag team match?! They need to rush in there and stomp the hell out of Mackenzie!
Taj: I am quite surprised that The Pretty Committee haven’t done exactly that.
TPC then begin to team up on Mackenzie, whipping her into the corner before hitting her with stereo corner foot chokes, the referee yelling for Bianca to get out of the ring before starting to countdown to disqualify her.
Taj: I guess the Pretty Committee heard you, America.
Bianca and Veronica release at the last possible second before Bianca reluctantly exits back out onto the apron, leaving Veronica with Mackenzie. Veronica doesn’t hesitate in hitting an elbow drop that is preceded by a pose before going to tag in Bianca. Mackenzie meanwhile tries to pull herself up using the ropes.
Bianca comes in guns blazing and ready to go, charging after Mackenzie and grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking her backward for a hair pull backbreaker. She then pulls Mackenzie back up to her feet and whips her off into corner. With a smile on her face, Bianca charges forward and hits Mackenzie with a running knee lift before following it up with a running bulldog. She then quickly goes for a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: Bianca displaying a viciousness to her wrestling style.
America: My girl, Bee, is doing what she do that’s all.
Both Veronica and Bianca look shocked that Mackenzie had kicked out. Angered, Bianca whips Mackznie off into the corner again… this time to her corner where Veronica was waiting. She rakes Mackenzie’s eyes and takes a few steps back as Veronica holds Mackenize in place. Bianca charges forward, looking for a running knee lift again… except this time Mackznie slips free and Bianca instead connects with Veronica. Bianca looks down at the arena floor in shock and this distraction allows Mackznie to hit Bianca with a bulldog of her own. Mackenzie sluggishly gets up to her feet, still feeling the effects of The Pretty Committee’s onslaught against her. She locks in another submission hold, this time a Boston crab. Bianca reaches out for the ropes as she screams out in pain.
The hold remains in place for a few moments before Veronica pops back up and helps Bianca reach the bottom rope. Mackenzie finally breaks the hold before the referee finishes the count, begrudgingly putting space between herself and Bianca. In the meantime, nobody notices as a bandaged Olivia Blue starts making her way down towards the ring. [/div][/div][/color]
Taj: Look! Look who’s coming down!
America: Is Olivia naturally dumb or did that beatdown at the top of the show make her dumb?!
The crowd explodes in cheers at the sight of the young lady. Once at ringside, Olivia fires off a superkick to Veronica! Bianca looks on in horror before Olivia slides into the ring and pulls Bianca up to her feet. They exchange words before Olivia hits her with Outta Da Blue (running blockbuster), sending her back towards Mackenzie. This then opens the door for Mackenie to hit CrushCrushCrush (Russian leg sweep into a pin)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Olivia Blue and Mackenzie Roberts!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: You saw it just like all of us did, America! Mackenzie and Olivia cleanly defeated The Pretty Committee here at Legendary Twenty-four “Down Under.”
Backstage here at One Wrestle, we have Butterscotch Monroe holding a microphone as we pan out to see a smirking Keon Suggs II with the Pride of One Championship over his shoulder. Standing next to him is his mother and manager Chanel.
Butterscotch Monroe: We are here with the new Pride of One Champion, Keon Suggs. How does that sound?
Smirking as he adjusts his title on his shoulder again, just to really emphasize what he did as he looks at the camera.
Keon Suggs II: It feels great, I told you all it was going to happen. And? It did. You see Bianca was always just a stepping stone. I have been telling people I am going to be great, they tried to laugh at me. They tried to say I was all talk, but when Bianca got hit with my flying knee? She wasn’t laughing any more, she was unconscious. It’s the same way everyone I face is going to be after I am done with them. They think it’s a game, until they are in there with me. Then they realize I aint a wrestler, I am a fighter. And I’ll put your ass down.
Keon smirks at the camera, clearly winning the belt having only further increased his already big ego as Butterscotch continues.
Butterscotch Monroe: But just a show later, you're facing El Diablo Blanco in a title match, what are your thoughts?
Keon Suggs II: My thoughts are simple, this is a showcase. The company knows they hit gold with me and they want to put me on display. Live in Australia! So they feed me this mask wearing weirdo, apparently he’s some backyard wrestler that they are giving a shot. The fucked up part is he’s the only one not in on the gag. You see, tonight isn’t an opportunity for you Diablo, it’s a sacrifice. You're being put on display! You're going to be the face they see getting kneed into oblivion on the One commercials. This isn’t a title match, this is a title defense. And when this is all done and you are looking up at me…
Keon looks up to emphasize where Diablo will be forced to get the view from.
Keon Suggs II: When it is over? You’ll be begging to go back to the backyard spots you came from. Because you aren’t leaving here with no belt, you are leaving here with CTE. Rockford STAND UP!
Pushing away the microphone as he storms out of the frame as Chanel follows, apologizing to Butterscotch along the way.
The two opponents stare at each other from across the ring. Rei bounces around on the balls of her feet and Cain rotates his wrists. The referee calls for the bell and steps back.
DING DING DING!!!
Rei makes her way to the center of the ring to confront Cain. He nods as they lock up.
Taj: Rei Park is showing incredible courage locking up with the Pain Maker!.
America: Do we call the moth that flies into the flame courageous, Taj?
Cain smirks and pulls Rei's head back, he steps into her arm, pulling loose for a moment before grabbing her forearm and turning into it an arm wringer. Rei winces as Cain applies pressure, she struggles but he pulls her arm and applies more pressure. Rei cries out in pain for a moment before she tumbles forward and rolls through, and counters with a double leg takedown.
Taj: Worked out pretty well for her.
America: Nothing works out in the end...
Taj: What is wrong with you?
America: Nothing. What is wrong with you?!
Rei holds onto Cain's left foot and twists it before kicking him in the knee. He fights back but she kicks him in the knee again and again before letting go. Cain pulls himself backward to the corner, reaching up and pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. He shakes his leg and ducks as Rei comes in with a flying forearm smash. Cain tosses her over his shoulder, Rei holds onto the ropes to avoid falling to the floor. Cain suplexes her back into the ring! Rei immediately bounces off of the mat, holding her lower back in pain. Cain stalks her, she hits him with a right that makes his stumble, Rei hits him again but Cain shrugs off the blow and chokeslams her to the mat! He covers.
One…kick out!
Taj: Rei isn't even close to being done here!
The member of the Seoul Queens pounds on the mat and gets up to face Cain. She runs to the ropes and bounces off of them, springing back and flattens the Pain Maker with a dropkick. Rei pulls Cain to his feet and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker before covering.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!!
Cain pulls himself up to his feet and catches a roundhouse kick by Rei, countering with a Northern Lights suplex. He pulls her up to her feet and whips her into the corner before following her in and hitting a big splash. Rei stumbles forward, but Cain shoves her back into the corner. He climbs to the second rope, raining down punches on her as the fans count aloud.
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Three…
Four…
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
Ten!
Cain jumps off and Rei falls face first on the mat. He pulls her up and slams her to the mat with a powerslam. Covering again.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Tons of fight left in Rei!
America: What's the point in fighting?
Taj: Are you okay?
America: Oh yeah, never been better...there is only a pandemic, Taj.
Taj: C'mon America, let's put that aside for a moment and focus on the action in front of us.
Cain lifts Rei up and holds her for a second as her feet kick in the air before gutwrench suplexing her to the mat. Rei cries out in pain. Cain pulls her up by her hair before pulling her in and dropping her with The Torture Chamber (double arm DDT into a guillotine choke)!
America: Time to make the pain!
Taj: Rei is really locked into that guillotine choke! I don’t think there is any way for her to escape.
Try as she might, Rei can’t escape the choke hold. After a few more moments of trying she has no choice but to tap!
Torres: The winner of this match…Cain Dominguez!
Taj: In the end the former Glory Champion has defeated the Pride of 1WM Champion!
America: As if there was any doubt that Cain would beat Rei.
Glory Championship Match
No Disqualification Match
La Naturaleza vs. “Bakersfield Butcher” Jack Riggs ©
Torres: The following NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH is for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Queen of the Fae" by Audiomachine plays as La Naturaleza makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from La Amazonia…weighing in at one hundred and seventy-six pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches…. she is the challenger...she is La Maravilla Natural….LAAAAAAAA NATURALEZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: Somebody tell me how in the hell does this masked chick walk through the 1WM doors and instantly get a shot at the Glory Championship?!
Taj: La Naturaleza actually comes to us highly touted especially when it comes to matches that she is about to partake in.
America: Doesn’t mean she deserves a title shot…
”Born For One Thing” by Gojira plays as Jack Riggs, Glory title around his waist and his metal chair wrapped in barbed wire in hand, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Bakersfield, California…weighing in at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds…standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….representing Kali Kartel….he is the current reiening and defending Glory Champion…he is the Bakersfield Butcher….JACCCCKKKKKKKK RIGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: I’m not sure which is scarier, Jack or that barbed wire chair he has?
Taj: In a Glory Championship match contested under No DQ Rules? Probably the barbed wire chair.
The referee takes the belt from Jack and shows it to both competitors. La Naturaleza gives her opponent a blatant sneer as the referee reminds the wrestlers of the rules, or lack of. Despite this, Jack keeps his emotions in check, nodding his head in response to the referee’s instructions. The referee then calls for the bell as the match begins.
DING DING DING!!!
La Naturaleza makes her way towards the center of the ring, but Jack is quick to make his move, knocking La Naturaleza down with a vicious lariat. She slowly gets up as Jack moves in on the masked luchadora and attempts to keep her down with a double axe handle, but La Naturaleza rolls out of the way just in the knick of time. With a running start the challenger hits the back of the champ’s knees with a running basement dropkick! Jack staggers, landing on his knees as La Naturaleza makes her move to capitalize with a running knee strike to Jack’s temple. Jack uses his hands to brace himself as La Naturaleza runs back to the ropes. She bounces off of them and leaps into the air to deliver another dropkick. Unfortunately for her, Jack leaps to his feet and catches the young woman with both arms in midair. The crowd marvels at Jack’s ridiculous strength as he tosses La Naturaleza over his shoulder like a ragdoll.
Taj: Everyone hold on to your hard hats! The wrecking crew is coming through!
America: Ugh...really, Taj?! I expect much better from you...
Much to the delight of the crowd, Jack Riggs is able to hold La Naturaleza over his shoulder with one hand and raise his other hand in the air for his fans, much to the ire of his opponent, who continues to kick and scratch at the Glory Champ. Ignoring La Naturaleza’s feeble attempts to break free of his grasp, Jack revs up with a running start before sending her backfirst into the mat with a thunderous powerslam! With a satisfied smile on his face, Jack hooks La Naturaleza’s leg for the cover..
One…
Two…La Naturaleza kicks out!
Not wanting to lose any momentum, Jack reaches to pick up the fallen woman, but is greeted with a kick to the face for his efforts. The Bakersfield Butcher staggers backwards as La Naturaleza uses the ropes to slowly get up and gather her bearings. Jack doesn’t give much time, however, as he hits her with a right, then another, then another. The crowd jeers as Jack starts pounding away at his challenger. La Naturaleza puts her hands up to deflect a couple blows, but ends up leaning against the ropes to try to stay upright against the onslaught of punches. In an act of desperation, La Naturaleza manages to throw a kick to Jack’s midsection that halts the Champion’s attack for a second, giving the woman just enough time to roll out again.
Taj: Seems like La Naturaleza just can’t get out of the gate! I don’t know if she’s going to be able to turn this around.
America: That Jack is built like a freakin’ tank. I don’t know many that would be able to turn it around.
La Naturaleza does her best to get behind Jack and hits him with a chop block to the inside of his knee, causing the big man to land on his knees. He tries to get up but is met with an enziguri for his efforts. La Naturaleza gets in close to the kneeling Jack, mouthing some words before giving the champion a hard slap to the face! The crowd rains cheers at the challenger, who proceeds to flip her hair behind her shoulders and make a motion with her hands as if she just took out the trash.
Looking rather pleased with herself, La Naturaleza goes to slap Jack again but her wrist is caught by the Champion. Jack gets up on his feet and gives the disrespectful La Naturaleza a forearm smash, then another for good measure. With a mighty grunt he lifts the lighter opponent into the air and once again drives her into the mat, this time with a sit-out powerbomb! Jack covers again.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: She’s got her shoulder up! I don’t believe it! What resilience!
Jack gets up and wastes no time in dragging the barely coherent La Naturaleza to her feet. She tries to hit him with a few strikes, but is easily deflected by Jack, who returns the favor with shots of his own. After raining down more blows, Jack shoots La Naturaleza across the ring, hitting the ropes and stopping herself by hanging on to them, trying to catch a breather. However, it doesn’t look like Jack is about to let up as he charges at her. La Naturaleza sees it coming and slips out of the ring just in time.
La Naturaleza reaches down under the ring and pulls out some sort of small object obscured by her hands. She stuffs it in her wrestling tights then hops back up on the apron, only to be greeted with both of Jack's hands on her throat. Using his incredible strength, he picks her up and over the ropes bringing her close to him. The champion grabs La Naturaleza by the waist, looking for a suplex, but the shrewd La Naturaleza stops him with a swift poke in the eye! Jack covers his face and steps backwards giving La Naturaleza enough room to pull out the item in her trunks and place it on her hand: a set of brass knuckles. With a running start she clocks the big man in the face, knocking him to the canvas! As she moves in to capitalize, sitting on his chest and pressing down on both arms for the cover.
One…
Two…Jack THROWS La Naturaleza off!
Taj: Wow...not even brass knuckles can keep Jack down!
America: She’s gonna need something bigger, and there’s all sorts of toys under that ring!
Sure enough, the challenger chucks out the weapon and slips out of the ring to reach under the squared circle to pull out a steel chair and a steel pipe. La Naturaleza slides them into the ring and takes her time to follow. Picking up the steel chair, La Naturaleza begins to pound away at the big man, specifically on his right arm. Once she’s through beating down the champion, the masked woman takes the chair and sets it up so that Jack’s arm is trapped in between the seat and the back.
Taj: Oh my God! She’s trying to break the champ’s arm!
America:...and that’s a bad thing?
La Naturaleza runs across the ring and rebounds towards Jack’s arm. As she leaps into the air to perform a senton, Jack pulls his arm out at the last minute, causing La Naturaleza to land hard on the chair, taking the full brunt of steel on her back. As the challenger writhes in pain, Jack takes the opportunity to get up and catch his breath. After a couple seconds he notices the steel pipe La Naturaleza had brought in. He picks it up and holds it up in the air, the crowd reacting in delight to what the champion is implying. Much to the surprise and confusion of the fans, Jack shakes his head and tosses the pipe out of the ring. Instead he makes his way over to his turnbuckle and picks up his barbed wire chair he brought to ringside and raises it high into the air. The crowd roars in approval as he gets his message across.
America: Is...he going to?
Taj: Oh my goodness, America! He’s going to kill her! Someone’s got to stop this madman!
America: Are you volunteering?
Taj: Uh...I-uh...
Jack turns around to face La Naturaleza, who by this time has gotten up, chair in hand and looking rather furious. She charges towards Jack and wildly swings her weapon. The sound of steel clangs against the barbed wire chair causing La Naturaleza to stagger backwards from the sheer force of the impact. Jack returns the favor and swings his chair. La Naturaleza blocks with her chair, but the sheer force of the barbed wire chair combined with the strength of Jack Riggs knocks her hard onto the mat, creating a massive dent in her chair in the process. Putting his chair down, Jack lumbers over to La Naturaleza and pushes her chair to the side, giving him the opportunity to drag her to her feet and hit her with the Big Trouble (Burning Hammer)!
Taj: I think this could be it, America!
America: You and me both, Taj.
Instead of going for the quick cover, Jack picks up his barbed wire chair and forcibly slams it down on La Naturaleza’s chest just below her neck. He places his boot on it, holding her body shoulders down. The referee gives Jack a quizzical look, but the Champion responds by motioning the ref to count. The ref obliges as Jack Riggs keeps La Naturaleza down.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match….AND STILL Glory Champion...Jack Riggs!!!
Taj: Did he just pin her with a barbed wire steel chair?
America: What the literal hell!? Is that even legal!?
Taj: Is that even the proper use of the word literal?
America: Shut up, Taj....wait a second! Look who’s back up!
Sure enough, unbeknownst to the retaining champion who’s too busy celebrating with his barbed wire chair and belt now in either hand, looking worse for wear and extremely furious, the masked wrestler picks up her battered chair and drills it into the champ’s back, causing him to stumble and drop both items! As she begins to repeatedly strike Jack with the chair, La Naturaleza begins to shout various obscenities at him along the lines of “You don’t deserve that belt!”
Jack slumps to the canvas, worn down from La Naturaleza’s vicious beating. La Naturaleza takes the time to open the almost completely ruined chair back up, placing Jack’s arm inside once more. With a little added force she sits on the chair, putting added pressure on Jack’s arm as she locks in La Mistica submission!
Taj: La Naturaleza has completely lost it!
Security and trainers rush on to the scene to pull La Naturaleza off of Jack. As they get near she quickly let’s go of the champion’s arm and stands up, holding her hands in the air and walking away from Jack, all the while shouting, “Don’t you dare touch me!” as she makes her way backstage.
Backstage, we see Jenn Drew. She’s pacing around in a hallway, mumbling to herself. She has a look, one that hasn’t ever been seen before on her face. She runs her hands through her hair, just continuing to pace around and just she just seems to look angrier and angrier the more she moves.
Jenn Drew: Erik St. John…ERIK ST. JOHN! This man…this man thinks he knows me… that he knows what’s best for this company and even what’s best for me…
Jenn begins to laugh as she continues to pace in the same four foot area of the hallway.
Jenn Drew: Jacob Striker… the man who took everything from me… the man who took HER away from me! They forget about me… they both think they can move past me in this quest for her possession. They both feel like I’m just now an afterthought now that I’m no longer holding her in my loving grasp…Neither of them are safe! Nobody will be safe! Nobody will be safe from my wrath until I get what’s mine back!
Jenn pulls at her hair, strands in both fists as she mumbles something under her breath, continuing to pace back and forth.
Jenn Drew: Jacob… you beat me fair and square…you pinned my shoulders to the mat…then you let foolish pride get in your way… you fucked up at Massive then you had to use a team of stooges to get her back! You’re still just a fluke champion like you always were because you can’t just take a win and move on… no, you had to prove who had the bigger balls with Erik at Massive… you had to just go and have a dick measuring contest with him and look where it got you!
Jenn now starts to laugh as she continues walking back and forth.
Jenn Drew: I don’t care who it is… I don’t care if it’s Erik, Jacob, Q, Riggs, anybody on this roster… they aren’t safe from me… Nobody will be safe until I get her back and keep her safe again… I don’t care what I have to do… the statements I have to make… I will do everything, anything to get her back.
Erik, you can talk about respect and bringing this company back to something great… you can try and play hero all you want… you can act like you didn’t turn your back on the fans and take your ball and go home for a while from One Wrestle… you’re no better than those you talk about leaving… nobody is in this business for anything but themselves. Everyone is an egomaniacal asshole, everyone! You aren’t exempt from that and don’t even try to deny it. I don’t shy away from who I am, Erik, but you… you still hide behind a mask… you still deny who you are.
Jenn walks around a corner and the camera follows where she now has a kendo stick in her hand. She bashes it over her head a few times, a little bit of blood trickling down her head as a wicked grin comes across her face.
Jenn Drew: And tonight, Erik, tonight I show you exactly that… I show you, I show the world your true face… Tonight, I don’t care what it takes… tonight, I put you through a world of hurt…rules, honor, all of that be damned… tonight is about a statement and tonight is about making you see that I am still the top bitch of this company and that it doesn’t matter what you think, but I will be taking her home…
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
El Diablo Blanco vs. Keon Suggs II ©
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP!
“The Fox (What Did the Fox Say?)” by Ylvis as El Diablo Blanco makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches…..he is the leader of the Diablo Nation….he is the challenger….ELLLLLLL DIABLLLLLOOOOOO BLANCCCCOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This man remains one of the most successful wrestlers in wrestling today…
America: This isn’t going to be an easy match for him, though! Not at all…
“Red Opps” by 21 Savage blares as Keon Suggs II, Pride title belt secured around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Rockford, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds…..standing at a height of five feet eight inches….he is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...KEOOONNNNN SUGGGGGGGGSSSSSS II!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: In his first defense of his newly won Pride of 1WM Championship, Keon has a very, very difficult task ahead of him.
America: He lucked up and beat my girl Bianca for the title, so it can’t be that hard.
Bad Bitch by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, as a red carpet roll and paparazzi appear as the lights dim, and flash all over the arena. Out from the back steps The Pinnacle of One Wrestle Movement Queen B Bianca Davis. Who sauntered out onto the age. The Statuesque Blonde does her trademark pageant wave as the paparazzi snap photos of her. The Queen then blows a kiss and keeps up her saunter down to the ring.
Taj: Well this is unexpected!
America: Don’t sound so thrilled, Taj. What makes you think Bianca shouldn’t be out here?
Taj: Because this match, the championship, has nothing whatsoever to do with her.
On her way to the ring, Bianca maintains her distance from the fans. The Queen of 1WM soon takes the time to taunt the fans staying in the center of the walkway avoiding the outstretched hands. Telling them to kiss the ring, as she saunters toward the commentary, taking the time to blow the men in the ring a smug kiss. As she does her trademark pageant wave, before making her way to the commentary desk as one of her simps pulls out the chair and then hands her the headset.
America: Welcome to the commentary table, Bee.
Bianca Davis: Thank you I figured since they are having a title match for my Pride of 1WM title I should watch. I mean after all how does this fake super hero get a title match before my rightful rematch?
Taj: You mean Keon Suggs II’s Pride title?
Bianca Davis: Um mine, it looks so much better around my waist. Plus didn’t they ever tell you don’t question royalty?
America: Yeah, Taj.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready before calling for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
El D charges at Keon. El D hits Keon in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. He quickly grabs hold of Keon and shoots him across the ring. Keon reverses the attempt and waits for El D to come back on the rebound! Unfortunately for him, El D is ready---catching Keon by surprise and sending him down to the mat with a handspring enziguri!
Taj: El Diablo Blanco is fired up in the early going of this one!
America: He knows how big this opportunity is, and he knows he needs to be relentless if he wants to have any hope of winning!
Bianca Davis: One must be ruthless to be a champion, if he lets these peasants distract him then he won’t be champion.
Keon tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he’s halfway up, El D runs at him and tries to send Keon crashing into the mat with a running stomp! Keon ducks out of the way and El D stumbles hitting the mat. He turns around as Keon sends him crashing to the mat with a discus clothesline! The champ stomps away on El D as he rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to bring himself back to his feet. Once El D’s up, Keon bounces off of the ropes and tries to send him out to the floor with a clothesline. El D gets a foot in the air and kicks Keon in the mouth! El D flips over to the ring apron and grabs hold of the ropes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. El D gets ready to springboard into the ring---only to have Keon run at the ropes and knock him off balance! El D falls to the mat with a THUD! Keon grabs hold of El D and slams him to the mat with a double arm suplex!
Taj: Keon had that scouted perfectly…
America: So, B, you’ve been going hard on El Diablo, what’s your thoughts on Keon so far?
Bianca Davis: I give the cretin the credit he’s due, he did beat me at Massive, but he should count himself lucky the rematch was never given to me tonight. Because, otherwise he’d have the shortest title reign in the history of One Wrestling. I mean it's clear there is bias against me and my girl Veronica in this company.
Taj: BIAS?! Do you hear yourself, Bianca? Wasn’t it you and Veronica that jumped Olivia at the top of the show?
Bianca Davis: She has jumped me twice and that was payback simply put. A peasant like that has no right to put their hands on the Queen and Pinnacle of this company. I mean what do I need to do wear an ugly looking mask and pretend like this is V for Vendetta for your approval?
El Diablo Blanco tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Keon closes the gap between the two of them almost immediately and hits El D with a series of chops to wear him down.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
El D tries to defend himself, but Keon’s assault is relentless. He finally grabs hold of El D and pulls him in once again. This time, he tries to get El D into position for a legsweep, but El D manages to fight his way out of Keon’s grasp! El D creates a bit of space between the two of them and leaps into the air for a spinning heel kick. Keon ducks underneath the attempt. El D tries to bring himself back up to his feet---only to get planted on the mat by a sitout spinebuster! Keon covers.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!
Taj: This is very much what we’ve come to expect from Keon since his arrival to 1WM.
America: He’s relentless.
Bianca Davis: This is why we don’t pander to the morons at ringside, El D. Keon smartly takes advantage of him.
Taj: A compliment about the current Pride Champion from the ex-Pride Champion. I’m impressed.
El D once again rolls over toward the ropes to give himself space to make it up to his feet. El D uses the turnbuckle to do so. Keon lines himself up with El D. Once El D is standing, Keon charges and tries to deliver a Rockford Knee (flying knee) in the corner! El D ducks out of the way and Keon’s knee crashes into the turnbuckle padding instead. He grabs hold of it for a moment. El D seizes the opening and delivers a huge chop to Keon’s chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
El D then grabs hold of Keon’s hand and hops up onto the ropes. He performs a rope-walk with impressive agility, backflipping off of the ropes and flipping Keon to the mat! Keon pops back up to his feet---and gets caught with a hurricanrana into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: El D took Keon to the old school and nearly won the match!
America: He’s still fighting, though!
Bianca Davis: Gonna take more than that to win the Pride of 1WM title.
Keon shakes his head as he tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, El D has him scouted perfectly. The backyard legend runs forward and hits Keon with a shining wizard! The fans cheer as El D hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: It’s amazing how good of a striker El Diablo Blanco is!
America: Dare I say...he’s the white devil?
Taj: I’m disappointed in you.
The fans begin to rally around El Diablo Blanco to show their support. El D nods as he grabs hold of Keon to bring him back up to his feet. El D hits Keon in the mouth with a series of forearm shots to wear him down. El D then grabs him by the head and tries to set him up for a tornado DDT! Unfortunately for him, Keon is able to reverse the attempt by shoving El D away. El D crashes to the mat and hurries up to his feet. El D charges and walks right into the Rockford Knee! The crowd deflates as Keon hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: El Diablo actually got his shoulder up!
America: I can’t believe it...but I respect it!
Taj: That really looked like it was it!
The fans start to chant for El D as Keon glares down at him and yells something. Keon stomps away on El D in an effort to wear him down. The referee grabs hold of Keon and pulls him away from El D. Keon tries to ignore the referee, but eventually relents before he’s disqualified. The referee gives Keon a warning. El D finally pulls himself up to his feet as Keon charges---and walks right into a massive dropkick! Keon collapses to the mat as El D crawls on top of him to cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow!
America: These two are hitting each other with everything they’ve got and no one has a real advantage at the moment.
Taj: You have to wonder what it’s going to take to win this match!
Bianca Davis: Whoever wins this match will give me my rematch, that is one thing I am done waiting for management to give me what I deserve. Oliva was the message I hope the idiots pay attention.
Taj: Yet your plan to take out Olivia failed, Bianca. Sure you deserve a rematch but after the loss in the tag match I'm not quite sure you’re ready to get back into the ring for the Pride title.
Bianca Davis: Ready? I am more than ready for the fact that the match was a fluke just like me losing my title was a fluke. When I get my rematch I will be your Pride of 1WM champion rather you like it or not.
America: You tell her, Bee!
The fans continue to show their support for El Diablo Blanco as he grabs Keon by the head. El D hits Keon with a hard knee strike while dragging him back up to his feet. El D straightens Keon up and hits him with a kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a second and then a third. El D then sends Keon crashing to the mat with a snapmare! El D bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Keon with a running dropkick---only to have Keon duck out of the way. He grabs hold of El D and tries to wrestle him into a dragon sleeper, but El D quickly scurries toward the ropes and gets his foot on it to break up the hold.
Taj: You’re beginning to see the desperation from both of these wrestlers…
El D pulls himself back up to his feet. Once he’s standing, Keon charges and gets caught with a superkick! He drops to a knee as El D lines himself up with him. El D springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit him with an Asai moonsault! Keon dodges and pulls the referee into the crossfire as he crashes to the mat!
Taj: OH NO!
Bianca Davis: Finally this gets interesting.
America: Totally agree! I was wondering when this was going to get dirty.
El D tries to get the referee to stir for a moment. Keon rolls out to the floor. El D notices and tries to follow him. El D looks through the ropes to see Keon and gets BLASTED with a chairshot! El D collapses to the mat but groggily pulls himself back up to his feet. Keon slides into the ring with the chair and throws it at El D. The challenger catches it and the champ kicks it into his face with a Rockford Knee!
Taj: Not like this! Not like this!
America: Yes, like this!
Bianca Davis: Oh no…Anyway, looks like Keon will be the one to have the honor of facing me for my rematch.
Taj: If I were you I’d be more concerned with Olivia and Mackenzie.
Keon kicks the chair out of the ring and covers just as the referee begins to stir. The ref groggily counts.
One……
Two………
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion….Keon Suggs II!
Taj: Keon just STOLE a victory from El Diablo Blanco! This is awful.
America: Sometimes, you have to be smart...and tonight, Keon was smart!
Taj: Thank you for joining us at the commentary table, Bianca. Obviously you don’t care if you have an invitation or not.
Bianca Davis: That's Queen Bianca to you, and the pleasure was all yours.
As Keon Suggs celebrates his ill gotten win to boos, suddenly sneaking into the ring quickly was Bianca Davis who had her scepter in hand. She moved quickly, whacking Keon in the back of his knee!
Taj: Look at this bullcrap! Bianca is out of control!
America: Actually she looks like she’s in total control, Taj.
The boos grow this time directed at the bitter angry ex champion who stands over Keon as she takes a couple of more shots with her scepter into his knee and while hes down yelling at him.
Bianca Davis: Peasant! I am getting my rematch. Tell Cedric to book it! Me versus you, because I am taking my Pride of 1WM title back to Malibu with me! You hear that!
Bianca then does a smug bow soaking in the negative reaction.
Scene cuts to the dressing room of the newly-crowned 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, Aurora and Damon Graves. As the camera pans slowly to the left, it comes to rest on the fairer of the two, Aurora, sitting on a metal folding chair, her chin resting on top of her interlocked hands, staring intently at the gleaming championship belts, which are propped up on a nearby table. From offscreen, we can hear the squeal of the hinges on the door to the room as it opens. This brings her husband and tag team partner, Damon, into view. A pair of water bottles are tucked between his arm and torso while he simultaneously balances a pair of paper plates, both laden with bite-sized pieces of fruit.
Damon Graves: You’d figure with all the money this company brings in that the higher ups would spring for a better selection in catering. Sorry about the slim pickings….
This seems to snap Aurora out of her reverie. She turns to Damon and flashes a brief smile before getting up to retrieve one of the plates, as well as one of the water bottles.
Aurora Graves: You know I never like to eat that heavy right before a match anyway. Especially when we’ve got titles to defend.
She sits down with her plate, tucking the bottle between her knees as she plucks a strawberry from the plate, promptly sinking her teeth into the deep red fruit.
Damon Graves: Yeah, yeah, I remember Alicia drilling that into the both of us. Still…
He holds up a slice of melon, twisting it this way and that, scrutinizing it.
Damon Graves: ..there’s no way of telling how fresh it is.
Shrugging, he pops the morsel into his mouth and starts chewing. Aurora looks on with a smile, which quickly transitions into a light giggle.
Aurora Graves: Remember that time we were watching the twins, and while they were sharing a piece of watermelon with Yssie, she panicked because she accidentally swallowed a seed?
Damon Graves: Couldn’t forget if I tried. Darion kept teasing her that she was gonna grow a watermelon in her tummy…
Aurora Graves: And then Jaina let him have it… spit a seed right between his eyes!
Damon Graves: And he stared daggers at her for the rest of the day… priceless.
Aurora pops a grape into her mouth as she chuckles.
Aurora Graves: Jason said it was the first time the twins had been quiet for the entire car ride home… EVER!
Damon smiles and nods.
Damon Graves: As fun as this trip down Memory Lane has been, I know that look you had on your face when I walked in the room. Something’s on your mind, babe…
Aurora lets out a sigh as she rests the plate on her lap. She tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder and gestures to the championship belts.
Aurora Graves: It’s been a long time since we’ve held gold. About 3 ½ years, to be exact. I’d almost forgotten about that tense moment right before the first title defense….
Damon rests his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
Damon Graves: I miss it too… but there’s one thing we haven’t forgotten…
Damon’s eyes narrow and the corners of his mouth pull in opposite directions.
Damon Graves: …and that’s how to deal with a pair of cocky pricks that think they’re just gonna waltz into our business and take what we’ve scratched and clawed for…
Aurora starts to perk up again as a smile spreads across her face.
Aurora Graves: Now you’re talking! We’ve busted our asses for too long to get where we are, and these chode warriors think they’re in for a cake walk?
She shakes her head.
Aurora Graves: I don’t think so!
Damon holds out his hand to pull Aurora to her feet. His other hand sweeps to the side, gesturing towards their championship belts.
Damon Graves: These… belong to US, and any dumb fuckers stupid enough to step up are gonna get their dicks knocked into the dirt!
Aurora reaches over to pick up the belts, hands one to Damon, then drapes the other over her shoulder. A wicked expression flashes onto her face as she stares into Damon’s eyes.
Aurora Graves: And you know I’m all for kicking dicks in the dirt…
With that, the tag team champions make their way out of their dressing room. Scene cuts back to ringside.
Returning to Splat Network February 15th, 2022
The cameras head backstage where Butterscotch Monroe finds Erick St. John sitting alone on one of the production travel cases watching the production team work with some of the 1WM talent. The crowd rumbles through the arena walls when Erick is shown to them. The self-proclaimed First Among Equals is dressed in his ring gear and sleeveless hooded robe while wearing a cold stare on his face. Butterscotch cautiously approaches the tattooed ring warrior.
Butterscotch Monroe: Erick St. John, I wonder if I can get a few moments of your time to discuss what happened earlier tonight with Jacob Striker and Chris Slayton and any pre-match comments before your match against Jenni Drew.
Erick slowly turns to look at Butterscotch from under the robe hood. There is an awkward silence before Erick slides off the rolling case and stands upright while staring coldly at her.
Butterscotch Monroe: St. John?
The backstage interviewer assumes Erick is going to walk away from her without comment before she turns to see Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels and the new 1WM World Tag Team Champions, walk up to Erick before heading out to ringside for their first title defense.
Erick St. John: One moment, Ms. Monroe.
Erick joins his ring allies for a few moments. There are no audible words exchanged between the group but their eyes meet and they all nod in agreement. Erick holds out a fist in the middle of them and both Damon and Aurora follow suit. The only audible phrase caught by Butterscotch and the camera audience is…
Erick St. John: Long live the Renaissance…
Damon Graves: Long live the Renaissance…
Aurora Graves: Long live the Renaissance…
The group disperses and the Fallen Angels head toward the gorilla position while Erick turns his attention back to the backstage interviewer.
Butterscotch Monroe: I guess it's safe to say that there’s a formal alliance between you and the World Tag Team Champions.
Erick’s demeanor softens slightly as prepares to answer the inquiry.
Erick St. John: As I said earlier, I am the First Among Equals. I can’t shoulder the revival of One Wrestle Movement alone. I didn’t come back to put the spotlight on myself. I need every single member of the 1WM roster to realize that we can’t live on our past laurels. We need to make things happen now otherwise we might as well close up shop. The talent that left last year is shitting on the reputation of this company wherever they go. And that’s bullshit. The Fallen Angels are the type of tag team we need more of here in 1WM. They will draw teams to 1WM for the stiff competition. They may not be everyone’s cup of tea but they bring integrity and grit back to the World Tag Team Championship. I’m lucky to be partnering with them.
Butterscotch has an intrigued expression on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m doubtful Pro Wrestling NOVA owner Chris Slayton seriously disagrees with your renaissance movement. My sources tell me he and Cedric Southern had a very heated conversation behind closed doors about you after what happened in the title exchange earlier tonight.
Erick smirks as he remembers the superkick to the chin of Chris Slayton.
Erick St. John: I just did what Cedric didn’t have the balls to do. Not only did I return the 1WM World Title back to Jacob Striker, I put Chris Slayton back in his place: on his ass.
The backstage interviewer gets a concerned look on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: You’re not concerned about the repercussions?
Erick looks at Butterscotch in disbelief.
Erick St. John: Are you shittin’ me? Of course not! You don’t come into One Wrestle Movement from some backyard wrestling promotion and start throwing your weight around because you pull the strings on our World Champion. If Cedric wasn’t going to stand up for 1WM, I was. If Chris Slayton wants to come after me, then it’s his funeral. I have no qualms about handing him his ass again.
Butterscotch gives Erick an understanding nod.
Butterscotch Monroe: Tonight you have your first official match back against the former 1WM World Champion Jenni Drew. You two have history and you exchanged some heated barbs on social media. You are particularly critical of the former champion. Why?
Erick shakes his head in disappointment.
Erick St. John: I have nothing but respect for the talent that is Jenn Drew. I’ve followed her career prior to signing with 1WM because she comes from a very talented wrestling family. She’s always had elite championship potential. And I’m not going to take anything away from her winning the 1WM World Title. But after she won the title, she just sat on her ass. Sure, she made her mandatory defenses. But she became complacent and apathetic. She would rather gawk at her reflection in the title faceplate than draw the best of the best in our sport into 1WM to elevate the championship. Instead she sat idly by as talent shit on 1WM and walked out. She looked the other way when the Kali Kartel was running amok injuring roster talent. She said it's not her place to get involved. Like hell it is! What good is holding a World Title if the company that gives value to the World Title is burning under your feet. That’s my problem with Jenn Drew. Do I respect her talent? Yes. Do I respect her attitude? No. Am I glad Jacob Striker beat her for the title at Massive? Hell yeah. So if kicking her ass into gear tonight finally wakes her up from her eternal stupor, then I’m doing the wrestling world a favor. We need Jenn Drew’s talent. We just don’t need her apathy running the show.
The backstage interviewer nods in agreement.
Tag Team Championship Match
The Shinigami Foundation (Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer) vs. The Fallen Angels (Aurora Graves and Damon Graves) ©
Torres: The following contest is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Whatever it Takes" by Hollywood Undead plays as The Shinigami Foundation, Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer, make their way to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Metro City….weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty pounds….the team of Alex Striker and Thomas Bane….THEEEEEE SHINIGAMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIII FOUNDATIOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Look at the smirks on these two faces! They don’t care about any consequences at all!
America: That’s because they’ve proven there won’t be any!
Taj: You don’t think Damon and Aurora will be able to do anything?
America: I think the Shinigami Foundation will simply prove why they have been right all along!
Black Veil Brides' "Fallen Angels" hits and Aurora and Damon Graves, Tag Team titles around their waist, make their way through the entryway, marching straight for the ring, both looking ready for war.
Torres: And…
Torres dives out of the way as Damon and Aurora go right to work on Alex and Thomas. The Fallen Angels step up hit matching front kicks to start sending Striker and Bane tumbling back into the ropes. Damon and Aurora move in closer and start kicking away at their challengers, starting low and then alternating feet as they move up Shinigami’s bodies until they hit matching spin kicks to the face that send Striker and Bane tumbling through the ropes to the floor! The crowd explodes as Shinigami Foundation hit the thinly matted cold hard concrete floor below! The referee starts to count them out of the ring.
One…
Two…
Alex and Thomas start to stand up, Damon and Aurora stepping through the ropes to come after them.
Three...
Four…
Alex punches Damon in the mouth and then swings him around by the back of the head, running him face first into the ringpost. Damon crumples to the floor and Alex dives into the ring.
Five…
Six…
Thomas kicks Aurora in the stomach and then hits an elbow to her spine that drops her to all fours. He smirks and then dives into the ring as well, causing the referee to restart the count.
One…
Two…
Taj: The Fallen Angels started out quickly...
America: Yeah, but now reality is settling in for them!
Taj: You think this is just the Shinigami Foundation having them right where they want them?
America: Undoubtedly!
Three…
Four…
Aurora scrambles up to her feet and glances at her partner only to see Damon barely moving yet. She looks into the ring and sees Alex and Thomas both smirking knowingly, as if this was inevitably what was going to happen no matter what.
Five…
Six…
Aurora almost starts shaking with rage at the arrogantly dismissive looks on their faces. Her eyes start to go wide as she dives into the ring and executes savage double takedown on Thomas. She starts firing punches immediately upon his back hitting the mat. Alex starts to move in to try and stop her only for Damon to dive in behind him. Damon hits a running knee to the back and knocks Alex down to the mat as well. Damon starts raining blows down upon Alex’s head as well. The referee barks at both Tag Champs about using closed fists. Neither Damon nor Aurora pays him any mind, both continuing to just hammer away and drawing blood on their respective Shinigami Foundation members. The referee pleads with them to open their hands while striking. When they fail to heed his instructions again, he starts counting.
One...
Two...
Damon and Aurora continue to fire down on Alex and Thomas with closed fists, battering away at the two men beneath them.
Three…
Four…
FIVE!!
The referee tries to get them to stop and both Damon and Aurora push him away and continue to hammer away with closed fists. The referee starts counting a second time.
One…
Two…
Damon and Aurora continue to pay him no mind at all.
Three…
Four…
FIVE!!
The referee turns and calls for the bell! Both Damon and Aurora stand up, looking shocked and outraged as Alex and Thomas roll away to the floor. They check their wounds and then look up into the ring. The referee rolls out and raises their arms as Damon and Aurora both watch on from just behind the ropes.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified the Fallen Angels for repeatedly refusing to abide by his instructions, therefore, the winners of the match, Alex Striker and Thomas Bane, the Shinigami Foundation!!
Aurora kicks the bottom rope while Damon clutches at his head in disbelief. Alex and Thomas step back, nodding knowingly and smirking at the crowd’s reaction.
Taj: The Shinigami Foundation may have won the match but they DO NOT walk out of tonight as the Tag Team Champions due to the championships not being transferable on a disqualification.
America: They may not have walked out as the champs, but Alex and Thomas have proven that they have the Fallen Angels’ number and at any time they can get under Aurora and Damon’s skin to win those titles!
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Moonlight Sonata" by E.S. Posthumus plays as Erick St. John makes his way down to the ring.
America: Look at this fake ass pretender!
Taj: That’s a very hard take, America.
America: It’s true though. ESJ is a sore sport that can’t realize that he isn’t the World Heavyweight Champion. He didn’t beat Jacob for the title because it was stricken from the record books. Plus the way he went about even getting the match as the masked Primus was dumb as hell!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: Here comes the former World Heavyweight Champion. Since losing the title at Massive Two last month, Jenn has been rather….
America: …Looney?
Taj: Not quite the word I would have used but we can go with that, America. It just seems as if losing the title has really sent Jenn off the deep end.
The fans are on their feet, cheering for what many think may be the best match of Legendary 24. Seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Jenn and Erick St. John begin to circle around one another. Tension fills the air as both wait for an opening to appear. Suddenly, Jenn steps forward and hits ESJ in the chest with a hard chop.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Jenn follows it up with a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!
Jenn then grabs hold of ESJ and shoots her across the ring. When ESJ comes back on the rebound, Jenn lifts him into the air for some kind of tilt-a-whirl slam! Unfortunately for her, ESJ is able to reverse the attempt, sending Jenn crashing to the mat with a headscissors takedown! While Jenn tries to pull herself back up to her feet, ESJ bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Jenn with a shining wizard! Jenn ducks underneath the attempt. ESJ pulls himself back up to his feet as Jenn stares at him for a few moments before laughing hysterically.
Taj: How do you handle an opponent who doesn't seem even the slightest bit concerned that you might hurt her?
America: You hurt her anyway! If you let Jenn get under your skin, you're screwed.
ESJ pauses for a moment before grabbing hold of Jenn and trying to bring her to her feet. Jenn responds by hitting ESJ with a massive chop to the chest that sends her stumbling back.
Crowd: WOOOO!
ESJ recovers and tries to catch his breath, but can't before Jenn hits him in the face with a spinning backfist! The impact sends ESJ stumbling a few steps. He then drops to a knee as Jenn slaps him across the face. The fans gasp as Jenn pulls ESJ in and delivers a double underhook backbreaker! ESJ tries to roll away from Jenn as she continues to laugh.
Taj: This is the kind of wrestling that we’re used to seeing from Jenn back when she was dominating this company as the World Heavyweight Champion.
America: There's a reason that Jenn is without a doubt one of the most talented wrestlers in 1WM history!
ESJ slowly brings himself back up to his feet. Jenn kicks ESJ in the side of the head to keep him groggy before lifting him back up to his feet. Once he's up, she quickly locks him into an inverted half nelson. Seconds later, Jenn lifts ESJ into the air and delivers a knee strike that sends ESJ crashing to the mat. Jenn then smirks and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Jenn looks down at Erick St. John in surprise for a moment. She then shakes her head and bounces off of the ropes, trying to hit him with a running senton! ESJ rolls out of the way just in time and Jenn crashes into the mat instead! Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet, ESJ striking first as he steps toward Jenn and kicks her in the jaw with My Redemption (superkick)! Jenn crashes to the mat and ESJ goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: These two are probably as evenly matched as it gets...
America: That makes things exciting!
ESJ calls for the fans to show him some support, which they all do without hesitation. Jenn drags herself back up to her feet while laughing. Unfortunately for her, ESJ is there to strike---hitting Jenn in the mouth with a series of elbow shots! She stumbles back toward the ropes as ESJ charges and grabs hold of Jenn. He leaps at the ropes and then uses them as a springboard of sorts---planting Jenn on the mat with a tornado DDT! The fans cheer as ESJ hooks Jenn’s legs and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Erick St. John looks down at Jenn in shock. Jenn, meanwhile, starts to pull herself back up to her feet once again.
Taj: This is what you meant about not letting Jenn get under your skin, America?
America: Exactly!
Jenn tries to pull herself back up to her feet as Erick St. John takes a moment to think over his strategy. Once Jenn is up, ESJ steps toward her and hits Jenn with a kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a second and then a third. When he tries to hit Jenn with a fourth, she grabs hold of his leg and delivers a dragon screw leg whip! ESJ's eyes go wide in pain as Jenn delivers a few stomps to ESJ's leg. She then grabs hold of his leg and brings him over to a corner of the ring---stepping out to the floor. Jenn smirks and SLAMS ESJ's leg into the ring post! ESJ screams out in pain! Jenn climbs up to the top rope while ESJ remains on the mat. Jenn leaps off and lands on ESJ with a double stomp! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!
Taj: I don't think Jenn thought Erick would kick out of that?!
America: I'm not entirely sure that Jenn cares! She's doing some damage...
Sure enough, before ESJ can make it back up to his feet, Jenn rolls him over and tries to set him up for a single-legged crab! ESJ crawls toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. Jenn sits down in the hold and locks it in anyway. The referee begins counting.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Jenn finally releases the hold!
ESJ uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he's standing, Jenn pulls him toward the middle of the ring and tries to set ESJ up for a possible belly to back move. ESJ spins out of it to be behind Jenn and waits for her to turn around! ESJ tries to hit her with My Redemption, only to have Jenn duck underneath it! ESJ's leg buckles from Jenn's earlier attacks as he drops to a knee! Jenn laughs hysterically before running at ESJ and trying to send him crashing to the mat, only to be rolled up!
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, Erick nearly stole it there!
America: Kind of like how he tried to steal the World title at Massive Two!
ESJ staggers as he tries to make it back up to his feet. Jenn hits him in the knee with a hard kick that drops ESJ to a knee. ESJ tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Jenn bounces off of the ropes. Before Jenn can do anything on the rebound, ESJ leaps into the air and cuts her off with a My Redemption!
Taj: MY REDEMPTION! MY REDEMPTION!
America: Damn….can you say it any louder!
The fans gasp before ESJ goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Oh wow!
Torres: The winner of this match...Erick St. John!!!
Broadcasting live from the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts on February 28th, 2022
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Ya Girl” Q vs. “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker ©
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY 24 “DOWN UNDER” MAIN EVENT!
The Australian crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons as “Ya Girl” Q makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is Ya Girl…..QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Speaking of people who have been impressive…
America; People always seem surprised when they realize what Q is capable of! She’s one of the most underrated wrestlers in 1WM history! She’s also one of the most dangerous! And yet...whenever she comes out and steals the show, people are genuinely shocked!
"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon plays as Jacob Striker, World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the current reigning and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOOOOOOOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Jacob had a very triumphant victory at Massive Two last month defeating Jenn Drew in a five star match. He’ll be looking to validate his reign with his first defense of the title.
America: You know I like Jacob but he really, really needs to pick a side.
Taj: What do you mean, America?
America: Either be a good guy or a bad guy. No in between crap. Unless he picks a side soon, he won’t be holding that title very long.
The referee looks at both wrestlers as they wait for the match to begin. Q paces back and forth as she tries to hype herself up. Jacob simply sits in the corner and calmly mumbles to himself. The referee then calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob pulls himself back to his feet and practically dares Q to come at him. Q doesn’t hesitate---stepping forward and hitting Jacob in the mouth with a hard right hand. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Jacob tries to fight back with an elbow smash of his own, but Q quickly recovers and grabs hold of Jacob. She shoots him across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound. Q then lifts him into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Q drops an elbow onto him and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Jacob kicks out!
Taj: Although Jacob may be the champ, Q clearly has the mental advantage with her win over him when they faced before.
America: Maybe. I mean, that win was what back in Year One of 1WM, wasn’t it?
Q glares down at Jacob, who starts to drag himself to his feet. She slaps Jacob and yells something at him that the camera can’t pick up because of the “OOHHH” from the crowd. Q then pulls Jacob in and pounds away on his back with a few strikes before delivering a snap suplex! Q rolls into a cover.
One…
Two…Jacob kicks out!
Q glares at him and delivers a few stomps before dragging Jacob up to his feet. She hits Jacob with a series of chops before trying to shoot him across the ring! Jacob reverses the attempt and waits for Q to come back on the rebound. When she does, Jacob hits her with a step-up enziguri! Q drops down to a knee and tries to stagger back up to her feet, only to have Jacob run and deliver a knee strike to the side of Q’s head! Q is barely able to remain on her feet as Jacob grabs her and snaps off The Last Surprise (slingblade)! Jacob hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Smirking, Jacob lines himself up with Q. He waits for Q to start dragging herself back up to her feet. Once she does, Jacob runs forward and tries to plant Q on the mat with a footstomp! Q ducks out of the way and causes Jacob to land on the mat. Jacob staggers a few steps as Q grabs hold of him. She tries to get Jacob into position for Q’s Landing (cartwheel Death Valley Driver]! Jacob frees himself from Q’s grasp and rolls her up.
One…
Two…Q kicks out again!
Jacob grabs hold of her before she can make it up to her feet and snaps off a DDT in the center of the ring. He then stands over Q and begins to gloat.
Taj: This has been an impressive, back and forth match from both of these wrestlers.
America: They know just how important it is for them to put this match away! This is fun to watch…
Jacob pauses for a moment and then bounces off of the ropes. He tries to land on Q with a senton in the center of the ring, but Q rolls out of the way before Jacob can land on her. Both wrestlers groggily pull themselves back up to their feet. Jacob hits Q with a hard right hand and then a second. He then shoots Q across the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound---only to be hit with a flying forearm smash! Jacob drags himself back up to his feet as Q grabs hold of him from behind and powers him into the air for a belly to back suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Jacob tries to drag himself back up to his feet as Q charges at him from behind. She grabs hold of Jacob’s head and bounces it off of the turnbuckle once and then twice! Q then steps back toward the center of the ring and charges forward---crushing Jacob against the turnbuckle with a splash! Jacob falls to the mat as Q smirks. She turns around and begins to climb up to the top rope…
Taj: Despite her athleticism, I don’t know that I’d typically consider Q a high-flier…
America: Desperate times, desperate measures!
Q stands at the top and glares down at Jacob. She slowly shakes her head before she gets ready to leap off for a top rope legdrop! Before she can, however, Jacob gets enough of a second wind to pop up to his feet and shove Q out to the floor! Q hits the floor hard as the fans in the first row gasp! Jacob slumps against the ropes. He then rolls out to the floor to take the fight to Q despite the referee’s insistence that he remain in the ring.
Taj: Good things almost never happen out there!
America: I mean...I always enjoy it when matches go out to the floor!
Q tries to drag herself back up to her feet, but Jacob closes the gap between the two of them. He hits Q in the mouth with a series of elbow strikes before turning Q around and bouncing her head off of the guard rail! He does it a second time for good measure before smirking. He grabs a drink from a fan in the front row and throws it in Q’s face! Everyone (including the fan who is now down an overpriced drink) gasps.
Jacob Striker: You think I care if you respect me?!
Jacob slaps Q’s face and drags her away from the guardrail. He shakes his head and tries to set her up for The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion) on the floor! Q manages to avoid the attempt by landing on her feet behind Jacob! She creates a bit of distance between herself and Jacob. Jacob shakes his head and recovers, charging at Q and walking right into an overhead belly to belly suplex on the floor! Jacob struggles to bring himself back up to his feet. Q tries to wipe some of the liquid off of her face before cursing under her breath.
Taj: Jacob completely disrespected Q a few moments ago, and now…
America: Q looks like she’s ready to kill him! This could get…
Taj: Interesting?
America: I guess that’s one word you could use!
Q grabs hold of Jacob and drags him up to his feet. The referee continues to yell at both of the wrestlers as he tries to gain control. Q ignores the referee and brings Jacob over to the stairs. Q bounces Jacob’s head off of the stairs once and then twice! She then smirks as she grabs hold of Jacob and lifts him into the air. She stands on the steps with Jacob and gets ready to deliver Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex) onto the stairs. The fans hold their breath as Q asks Jacob, “are you scared of me yet?”
Taj: I can’t believe that Q is going to do this...oh no…
America: I know Jacob’s one of the toughest men in 1WM...but this won’t end well for him…
The referee finally seems like he’s had enough and grabs hold of Jacob, pulling him away from Q on the steps just before Q can plant Jacob. Q’s eyes go wide in annoyance as the referee goes through a litany of warnings for Q---pointing out that he’s been trying to get their attention for much longer than ten seconds, and that Q is lucky that the referee didn’t count him out. Q doesn’t seem to hear it as she begins to yell at the referee. Unfortunately, this gives Jacob the opening that he needs! Jacob runs forward and SLAMS Q’s head into the ring post! He does it a second time and then rolls Q into the ring!
Taj: I don’t know how Q can even know where she’s at after that!
America: I don’t like how the referee decided that he’s going to get involved after letting these two fight for so long!
Q groggily pulls herself back up to her feet---the look on her face making it clear that she’s just a bit loopy. Smirking, Jacob slides into the ring, grabs Q, and hits The Apocalypse! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Jacob Striker!!
Taj: Q may have gone a bit too far in trying to win this match, and in response…
America: The referee got overzealous and Q suffered because of it! Still, I told you earlier...there’s a reason that Jacob is one of the best!
Jacob exits the ring with the Heavyweight Championship in hand, laughing hysterically while doing so. Q shakes her head and pulls herself back up to her feet, cursing under her breath. The referee goes to check on her to make sure that she’s okay. Q immediately grabs hold of him and snaps off a Q’s Lament! Q glares down at the referee and yells “I’d have won if it wasn’t for you!” before exiting the ring herself.
Taj: What a match! What a night!
America: You can say that again but don’t.
At the entranceway stage, Jenn Drew runs through the curtain and hits Jacob with a steel chair. Jacob goes down like he's been shot!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Smirking, Jenn looks down at Jacob and then over at the World Heavyweight Championship belt..
Jenn Drew: Come to momma, my baby.
As Jen reaches down to grab the title, referees rush out and put themselves in between Jenn and the barely conscious Jacob. The ex-Champion explodes in anger that she was so close to having the title back in her hands.
Taj: Thank you fans for watching Legendary Twenty-four “Down Under”. We’ll see you next month at Legendary Twenty-five!
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Bianca Davis: YOU WANT TO GET INVOLVED IN MY BUSINESS?! IN PRETTY COMMITTEE BUSINESS?!! I AM DONE WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!
Veronica Taylor: This will teach her?!
Bianca and Veronica are busy putting boots to the fallen Oliva Blue, as Veronica holds up Oliva who was struggling against them as Bianca gets close grabbing her by the hair pulling hair as she yells at her in her face.
Bianca Davis: I gave you a pass the first time, but then you had to stick your ugly little nose into our business once again?! You are going to pay so is Ugkenzie you understand me? You will both kiss the ring and bend the knee!
Bianca then takes her scepter and hits Oliva hard in the ribs, and then gives a few good shots as Veronica looks on gleefully as she takes out her phone and streams this event on her Instagram. She then moves closer and adds her own stomps to the party, until security comes and separates the jackals known as the Pretty Committee from the fallen Oliva Blue, as Bianca holds up her hands with a smug pleased smirk though her anger can clearly be felt through the camera.
Bianca Davis: Tell Cedric, give me my damn rematch will you?! Or this is just the beginning.
Bianca and Veronica blow a kiss to the fallen fan favorite who is being checked on by Security as the scene then fades to black.
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Live from the Qudos Bank Arena in Sydney, Australia
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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: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY TWENTY-FOUR “DOWN UNDER”!
America: Well that’s one way to literally KICK off this show for the Sydney, Australia fans!
Taj: That attack upon Olivia Blue by The Pretty Committee was totally uncalled for! Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis should be severely punished after this.
America: I guess that’s one less match we have to talk about tonight since I’m sure the tag team match of Pretty Committee versus Mackenzie Roberts and Olivia will surely be canceled.
Taj: I can only think it will be. Besides that, we have a huge lineup that includes all four championships defended.
America: If---
Suddenly the arena lights go dark and E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s classic piano composition, “Moonlight Sonata” begins to play. The crowd recognizes the music and roars as it gets to its feet. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Erick St. John stands in the middle of it with outstretched arms and his gaze towards the heavens. Erick is dressed in a gray vest business suit, white collared shirt with a black tie, and the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his right shoulder. After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome, ESJ begins to make his way to the ring.
America: What the HELL is this?! ESJ should not be parading down to the ring with the 1WM World Title like he’s the champion! Somebody get security to take the title from him!
Taj: What did you expect him to do?! Mail the belt to 1WM offices?!
America: Well… something other than this! He is NOT the 1WM World Champion! And he shouldn’t be allowed any airtime with a title that is not his! This is total disrespect to the RIGHTFUL champion, Jacob Striker!
Taj: If you listen to this capacity Sydney crowd, they think otherwise!
Erick reaches ringside and retrieves a microphone from Torres before heading up into the ring. Once in the middle of the ring, as he’s about to address the live audience, the crowd interrupts him with a chant.
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick grins at the raucous welcome he receives from the Australian fans.
Erick St. John: It is SO good to be back in One Wrestle Movement! How the FUCK are you, Sydney?!
Despite the blatant request for a cheap pop, the crowd responds with another ESJ chant.
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick motions for the crowd to settle down before raising the microphone to his lips.
Erick St. John: I appreciate the love, Sydney! But I do have to ask… does this 1WM World Heavyweight Title make me look FAT?!
The crowd roars in the negative as Erick playfully models the belt. The crowd goes into a different chant that echoes in the arena.
Crowd: YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
A mischievous smirk forms on Erick’s face.
Erick St. John: #UncrownedChampion!
The crowd pours down its dislike of the World Title situation.
Erick St. John: Back in the day, when I first started in this business, what happened at Massive between me and Jacob Striker would not be questioned. A contender issues a challenge to a champion with a company official to witness it, AND said champion accepts it, then, YES, I should be the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd pops loudly and goes back to its previous chant.
Crowd: YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU’RE-THE-CHAMP-ION! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Erick’s exuberance fades as he looks at the championship belt’s metal plate.
Erick St. John: Unfortunately we don’t live in those days anymore. We don’t live in the days where disputes over matches and titles were decided within these hallowed ropes. Instead they are LITIGATED and decided in attorney’s offices and executive boardrooms. And it’s this kind of BULLSHIT that has run 1WM into the ground and why I have to return this championship belt to Jacob Striker.
The crowd is quick to voice their disdain at the mention of the champion’s name.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Erick begins to pace around the ring as he continues his conversation with the 1WM audience.
Erick St. John: But what PISSES me off about this World Title situation isn’t the technicality that Primus wasn’t a contracted 1WM talent at Massive. What pisses me off more than anything is that Cedric Southern, our GRAND executive, let the owner of another promotion legally fanagle him into returning the title back to Striker. What business does Pro Wrestling NOVA owner, Chris Slayton, have in One Wrestle Movement other than being Striker’s PIMP?!
The crowd eats up Erick’s derogatory comment towards Slayton and Striker.
Crowd: JAKE’S A HOE! JAKE’S A HOE! JAKE’S A HOE!
Erick stops pacing in front of the main camera and glares into it with steely eyes.
Erick St. John: Cedric… I would call you a COWARD but that word is too good for you. You’re not even SPINELESS! Cedric… you have NO… FUCKIN’... BALLS!
The crowd loses its shit at Erick’s audacity to speak so bluntly towards the 1WM chief executive officer.
Erick St. John: I was LIVID when I learned of the Great Exodus of talent from 1WM! Sure, most of the talent was self-centered, egotistical, and overrated ass clowns, but how could you, Cedric, allow them to damage 1WM’s reputation on their way out?! I gave you the benefit of the doubt until I witnessed you getting outmaneuvered by Chris Slayton in your OWN damn boardroom! YOU’RE just as much the cause, if not more, of this company’s downfall than the talent who left!
As Erick’s emotions boil over he starts to pace along the front ropes.
Erick St. John: It’s your COMPLACENCY! Your INDIFFERENCE! Your APATHY to our business that allowed a ratings-killer like Jen Drew hold the 1WM World Title for nearly a YEAR! You allowed three curtain-jerkers to play hot potato with the Pride of 1WM Championship for SIX months which practically killed the prestige of that title! AND you did nothing to stop the Kali Kartel from running unabated through this company! This is all on YOU, Cedric!
Erick takes a couple deep breaths while looking down at the ring mat.
Erick St. John: But don’t fret, One Wrestle Movement… I have lit the wick of REVOLUTION that will ignite the RENAISSANCE of this company! Primus was just a vehicle to draw the wrestling world’s eyes back to 1WM! As Spanish novelist Miguel de Cervantes so poignantly said… “In order to attain the IMPOSSIBLE, one must attempt the ABSURD!” And THAT is what I did with Primus at Massive!
The former Primus shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief.
Erick St. John: It’s sad really. In the month leading up to Massive, as Primus, I did what Jen Drew as 1WM World Champion, Jacob Striker as Pride of 1WM Champion, and the Headhunters as World Tag Team Champions failed to do in the whole time that I was on the shelf: I DREW AN FUCKIN’ AUDIENCE! I GOT PEOPLE WATCHING 1WM!
Erick’s head pops up and he points to the crowd on all sides of the ring.
Erick St. John: Tell me something, Sydney! Did y’all watch Massive for the match between Jen Drew and Jacob Striker?!
Crowd: NOOOO!
Erick St. John: Did y’all watch Massive because Primus promised to appear in the main event?!
Crowd: HELL YEAH!
Erick smiles proudly and grins at the main camera.
Erick St. John: I REST MY CASE!
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick St. John: See, Cedric! THIS…
Erick points around the fan-filled arena.
Erick St. John: THIS is the REVOLUTION that Primus started at Massive! THIS is the REVOLUTION that fires legitimate talent and new champions like the Fallen Angels and Keon Suggs II! THIS is the REVOLUTION that will bring the RENAISSANCE of One Wrestle Movement!
Erick hops on a turnbuckle and shows the raucous crowd the 1WM World TItle belt.
Erick St. John: I may be forced to return the World Heavyweight Championship to Jacob Striker, but you all KNOW who is the UNCROWNED champion of 1WM!
Crowd: E-S-J! E-S-J! E-S-J!
Erick St. John: Under the Guy Fawkes mask, I called myself Primus for PRIMUS INTER PARES… the FIRST AMONG EQUALS! And that’s EXACTLY who I am! I am the First Among Equals in the coming Renaissance of 1… W… M!
Crowd: 1-W-M! 1-W-M! 1-W-M!
The crowd’s chant is interrupted by the hard pounding guitar riffs of Pop Evil's "Trenches" as Jacob Striker steps out from the back accompanied by the Shinigami Foundation, Pro Wrestling Nova's Chief of Security David Gibson, and the head of PWN and North American rep of the Shiba Zaibatsu, Chris Slayton. The crowd rains down its harshest disdain yet as the group heads to the ring with both Striker and Slayton entering the ring opposite of Erick.
Taj: And here is the champion with full posse in tow!
America: Love him or hate him, Taj, Jacob Striker is the NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion! It doesn’t matter what this crowd or that blowhard ESJ thinks! Give him his championship!
Taj: I’m not disputing 1WM’s official position, America! But you have to take into consideration some of the points Erick St. John made tonight!
America: Damn ESJ! All he did was wear a mask, throw some pyros around, and insert himself into the end of the main event of Massive Two! Jacob Striker, on the other hand, soundly beat our then-champion Jenni Drew and then had the testicular fortitude to stand up to Erick St. John right afterwards!
Taj: I am not taking that hard-fought victory away from Striker either, America! While we’ve been critical of him as of late and with good reason, he accomplished an amazing feat in becoming a World Champion at age twenty-three and a legit challenger for Jenni Drew’s championship.
America: Jacob was smart to bring backup to this meeting. You can’t trust ESJ!
The camera cuts to a shot of David Gibson keeping a respectful distance while his boss has an all-business look on his face. Jacob’s demeanor is more neutral as he’s handed a mic by Gibson.
Jacob Striker: I have personally allowed you to speak for two entire weeks without interrupting you in any fashion or form. All of the anger talk has been between you, your shit boy Damon, and Mr. Slayton here… but not me. So out of the measure of respect that I showed you, I ask that you return the same measure of respect and let me speak my piece if you will.
Erick glares at Jacob for a couple thick moments before he motions for Jacob to proceed.
Jacob Striker: You know, for all of the bashing of my character done by the commentators and every other fucker, like Q, who has doubted me since my arrival, I went into that match at Massive and did exactly what I told Jenni I was going to do. I didn't cut corners nor cheat or anything like that. I busted my ass to not only give the 1WM Championship the respect that it deserved but the *WOMAN* who held that championship as well.
The crowd boos the mention of the former champion.
Jacob Striker: I beat Jenni and I did so cleanly, but I also knew that I would have to fight for every bit of respect as champion and that is why I accepted your challenge that night, Erick. Everybody loves to play me out to be some kind of brutish moron or a fool, but when I say that I've been born to do this and that I know this industry, I'm not lying. But understand me that if I had lost to Jenni at Massive then I would've done so graciously and respectfully because despite all the bullshit that's been dumped in my path here over the course of the past few months, I still respect this ring.
The mention of respect seems to thaw the crowd slightly.
Jacob Striker: So while it pisses me off to no end that my first opponent for the 1WM Championship was dutifully *ignored* and some cardboard trinket-carrying hookerbot was selected in her place, after I put down Q… I want Jenni Drew in this very ring at the next major show because I find it only fair that she gets her rematch before any new business.
Taj: Uh….he must not know that at Glory Seventeen “Love Hurts” next month that he’ll be teaming with Shinigami Foundation to face off against Renaissance?
America: I mean the guy has been taking alot of bumps to the head lately.
Jacob walks up close to Erick and looks him dead in the eyes. Erick’s eyes narrow and his free hand clenches just in case.
Jacob Striker: And despite how you went about things, Erick, I can respect the fact that you want to bring honor back to this company and it is that measure of respect that I'm fighting against my more…
Jacob gives Erick a wide, sinister and toothy grin.
Jacob Striker: …basic instincts and not put you down for what's happened between us. I know that you have this need to be 1WM’s own Maximilien Robespierre, but as always your interpretation of the facts are wrong because I had a question, and since I’m signed to a wrestling office, I went to my rep and asked what do I do next after your little coup d'état. Mr. Slayton then told me that everything would be handled in time and to focus on my other obligations. Which by the way includes being the current reigning, defending Wrestleworld Territorial Champion as well as one half of the Pro Wrestling Nova World Tag Team Champions, so my being silent was simply me busting my ass and working to improve myself… despite what you love to “declare” about me and Mr. Slayton.
The grin on Jacob’s face disappears and the hard look returns despite him giving up two inches and 17 years of experience to Erick. The new champion will not surrender a single inch.
Jacob Striker: But you want to talk about who cut and ran, my good sir?! Where the fuck have *you* been during all of this?! During that "Great Exodus of Talent" you mentioned a few minutes ago, I was standing right fucking here in this very ring, doing my best to help keep this company up and going because I believe in Cedric while you were nowhere to be fucking seen! So you can be pissed off that legally *YOU* fucked yourself over. I did my part by winning the championship and holding my ground and you can't take that away from me because I could've said *no* to your little challenge but instead I stood up, squared up, and fucking showed you more goddamn respect than you have me!
The crowd roars as the tension thickens between both men.
Taj: Jacob makes some very valid points, America.
America: I most definitely agree, Taj.
Erick’s steely eyes are locked on Jacob’s but smiles at him. The crowd goes into a chant.
Crowd: LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO!
Chris Slayton moves up and places a hand on Striker's right shoulder making the young champion take a couple steps back. He takes the mic from Jacob and he gives Erick a pompous once-over.
Chris Slayton: Not for free anyways! And speaking of respect, I need to say something to you, Mr. St. John, before you hand that World Championship belt back to its *rightful* owner! You mentioned "back in the day." Well back in the day, even a sudden challenger *still* had to have an agreement with the company's owner before he pulled the same fucking stunt like you did at Massive. So you don't get to come out here and parade that you've done everything by the fucking book because you squareheaded fuckwit, I know the same fucking book!
The crowd can’t stand Chris Slayton. If they could boo him out of the arena, they would do so immediately.
Chris Slayton: And while Jacob here is willing to show you an ounce more respect than you've done to show him, I owe you no such honorable ground. You were never the 1WM World Champion nor will you ever hold that distinct honor because you lost that right when you fucking took off after Solomon Monster and Graham Baker called you on your shit! At least when Baker left, he did so standing on his own two feet!
The crowd wants Erick to unload on Slayton. They egg him on to do it. Erick, however, stays stoic.
Crowd: FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!
Chris Slayton: He wouldn’t dare! But allow me to lay this out straight for you, Mr. St. John. If you ever cross that line again, sonny Jim, then you'll understand perfectly who the *fuck* I am. I'm not "Billy Badass", but I don't hold back either!
Chris hands the microphone back to Jacob with a sinister grin on his face. Jacob steps up again and speaks with a respectful tone.
Jacob Striker: Erick, if you would please… give me back the 1WM World Title!
Erick doesn’t take his sharp eyes off of Jacob but he hands the World Title belt to him honorably. Before Jacob can step away with it, Erick locks a grip on the championship belt making Jacob turn back around.
Erick St. John: You may be the rightful champion, Jacob! But you are NOT the right champion for 1WM! These fans know who wants what’s best for 1WM. They know that I was on the shelf for months after having my face nearly crushed in by the Kali Kartel! They KNOW who the UNCROWNED champion is! So out of RESPECT for them, this sport, and this sacred championship, I’m going to let you walk away with the World Title. But just remember one thing, Jacob. I STILL beat you even after you blasted me with the belt. Official or not, you know the TRUTH! That’s going to gnaw on you. But next time, I will leave NO DOUBT!
Erick lets go of the championship belt and lets Jacob have full possession. He then turns his attention over to Chris Slayton.
Erick St. John: I’m going to RESPECT Jacob as the new 1WM World Champion. But I sure as hell DON’T have to respect you!
The sound of the microphone dropping distracts everyone for a moment but gives Erick the opening he needs to superkick Chris right on the chin!
Taj: OH CRAP! ESJ JUST HIT CHRIS SLAYTON WITH MY REDEMPTION!
The crowd goes ape shit crazy as Chris’ eyes roll back and he drops on the mat like a lead weight.
America: How dare ESJ hit another company’s owner!
Jacob tries to blast Erick with the title belt but he ducks it. Erick prepares to hit Jacob with a superkick but the new champion backs away out of harm. David Gibson hits ESJ from behind which drops him and the Shinigami Foundation jumps in to stomp the hell out of Erick!
Taj: We’ve lost control of this one!
America: Oh hell yeah!
The crowd roars even louder as the new Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, come running out from the back. They slide into the ring and go after the Shinigami Foundation!
Taj: And here comes Aurora and Damon Graves, the rest of Renaissance to the rescue!
Erick is able to get up and he goes after David Gibson. Someone calls for the bell to ring but no one gives a shit!
America: There is going to be hell to pay for this!
Finally security runs out and separates the two groups from each other. Jacob helps Chris up who is yelling expletives at Erick as he holds his jaw but the seasoned veteran just grins sinisterly back at the PWN owner. Jacob raises the 1WM World Title up in defiance of Erick’s actions.
Debut Match
Blake Belladonna vs. Syndi Haze
Blake Belladonna vs. Syndi Haze
Blake and Syndi don’t wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout the arena before charging forward and locking up in the center of the ring. Syndi tries to overcome Blake, but the veteran’s prowess shines through as Blake drives a knee up into Syndi’s abdomen a couple of times until the green rookie stumbles backward while clutching her stomach. Syndi looks none too happy as Blake shrugs her shoulders and beckons her to bring it. This winds up being a bit more than what Blake asked for as Syndi looks like she’s staggering forward before hitting Blake with a backhand/shin kick combo before following it up with a springboard headscissors takedown. Syndi shows no signs of slowing down, quick to follow things up, locking in a single leg Boston crab on Blake. But once again, the veteran’s prowess comes into play and Blake gets a hand on the bottom rope, forcing Syndi to break the hold she has.
Taj: Syndi is putting up a good fight so far in this match. Blake is exhibiting that veteran prowess against the fairly green rookie.
America: Fairly green rookie is an understatement, Taj. The chick is a student of that masked goof El Diablo. It gets no more green than that.
Syndi looks discouraged as both she and Blake get back up on their feet. You can see Syndi trying to figure out what she’s going to do next and this hesitation will cost her as Blake comes forward and fires off a series of strikes that include forearms, elbows and kicks, wearing the newbie down. Blake then takes a few steps backward before charging and hitting Syndi with a sling blade! Blake takes a few brief moments to look back at a sputtering Syndi before pulling her up as Blake stands and hitting her with a classic stunner! The crowd erupts as Blake gets up once again and sets Syndi up for a piledriver finisher before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Blake Belladonna!
Taj: Syndi put up a good fight but Blake was just too much for her here tonight at Legendary Twenty-four.
America: It’s because Syndi’s mentor is El Diablo. Nothing good will come for her associating with him. I’m just saying. Mark my words.
Debut Match
Lochlan “Phoenix” Rivers vs. Nicole Evans-Smoak
Lochlan “Phoenix” Rivers vs. Nicole Evans-Smoak
The match starts off with Nicole swiftly going after Lochlan with a hard bull hammer elbow. But as always, she’s a little over zealous and it winds up blowing up in her face and she is instead met with a belly to belly suplex from Lochlan! Nicole’s wife Taren looks on from ringside and argues with the referee a little bit that Lochlan is being unnecessarily rough with Nicole. Lochlan rolls his eyes, lowering his head before turning back to Nicole. He’s then blasted with a roundhouse kick that lands flush against the side of his head. Nicole attempts to capitalize with a pin, but Lochlan kicks out just after one, thus further angering the volatile Brit. Nicole yanks Lochlan up to his feet and he’s able to shove her away once he’s back up, putting some space between him and her.
Taj: You have to give it to Nicole for her tenacity and determination to be a successful wrestler.
America: You mean more like she needs the money to pay for diapers and formula for that newborn kid of hers with Taren!
Nicole charges forward once again, this time being blasted by a discus forearm from Lochlan that seemingly takes her head off. The 1WM newcomer doesn’t stop here and quickly starts climbing the turnbuckle nearest to Nicole who is sputtering on the mat, trying to catch her breath. Taren tries to yank him off the top, but he uses his foot to push her away before launching off for a frog splash. The fans are on their feet as Lochlan pulls Nicole up and sets her up for and executes Order of the Phoenix (exploder suplex in corner).!
Taj: This could be it, America!
America: Oh it’s over, Taj!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Lochlan Rivers!
We open backstage with Butterscotch Monroe. She has a smile on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time…
She pauses, looking to her left as a big, muscular man with blonde hair and facial hair. He wears a pair of aviator shades with red lenses, as well as a big smile on his face. He looks into the camera lens as Butterscotch speaks to him.
Butterscotch Monroe: Now, let’s cut to the chase. Who are you and why are you coming to One Wrestle Movement?
The man turns to look at her, his smile slowly contorting into a look of exaggerated confusion… but then, he quickly snaps out of it, a look of realization on his face.
Male: You don’t recognize me.
He chuckles to himself as Butterscotch looks confused. She keeps her composure, however.
Male: I can’t blame you. It’s been a while since anybody around here has seen me and the last time they did, I was having my butt handed to me on a silver platter by Kelli Saint… but I’m back, baby. Formerly known as “The Paragon Of Professional Wrestling”, I, Solomon Graham, have RETURNED!!!
He stops for a moment to breathe and let it sink in.
Solomon Graham: And now that I’m back… and it’s obvious that I’m better than I’ve ever been… I’m ready to take the mantle and lead this company into something special… if only I get the chance.
After it’s finished sinking in, Butterscotch continues.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well, Solomon, it's good to have you back. If you don’t mind me asking, just what have you been up to while you were away from 1WM?
Solomon puts a hand on her shoulder.
Solomon Graham: Ms. Monroe…
He pauses. Presumably to build anticipation. Solomon’s always been very theatrical.
Solomon Graham: What I’ve been doing…
He pauses once again. Monroe waits in silence.
Solomon Graham: Is saving my home country from total devastation, because baby, I’m a SUPERHERO!
…a silence follows. It seems that Butterscotch is taken aback by this bit of information. It is very peculiar. Why, if this is to be believed, would he come out and reveal who he is?
Butterscotch Monroe: Is that so?
Solomon Graham: Yeah. I go by the name “Liberator” whenever I’m tending to my “supe” business. Hey… maybe I could use that as my wrestling nickname from now on, too!
Butterscotch Monroe: That’s great, Solomon, but… if you’re a superhero, what are you doing here? Don’t you have bigger fish to fry? You have a responsibility outside of wrestling now.
Graham rubs the back of his neck with his left hand.
Solomon Graham: Yeah… surprisingly, that responsibility doesn’t pay very well.
He pauses, before removing his hand from the back of his neck and shrugs.
Solomon Graham: But hey, dems da breaks. Either way, I’m certain the itch to return would’ve gotten to me sooner or later. I'm just glad that there's still a place for me in this sport. And now, I'm ready to come out swingin'! 1 Wrestle Movement… get ready for me. Because I promise you, you ain't seen nothin' yet!!!
And from there, the scene returns to the ring.
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Singles Match
Kelli Saint vs. Faye Lange
Kelli Saint vs. Faye Lange
Taj: People are always talking about how talented Faye is and she can prove it tonight!
America: It’s just a shame for her that she’s got to do it against one of the very best in wrestling today!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway. Faye and Kelli both begin to circle around the ring, neither willing to give the other an early advantage. Finally, they grapple up in the center of the ring and struggle for the advantage. Kelli immediately overpowers Faye and shoves her back against the ropes. She holds her there for a moment and hits her with a chop to the chest before shooting Faye across the ring. When she comes back on the rebound, Kelli lifts her into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Kelli then hooks the leg and goes for the early cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Faye tries to bring herself back up to her feet as quickly as she can in hopes of getting back into the match. Kelli charges and keeps control of the match by hitting Faye with a knee strike! Faye is barely able to stay upright. Kelli hoists her into the air and delivers a vertical suplex! Kelli floats over into a cover.
One…
Two…Faye is able to kick out again!
Taj: This is the kind of start that we expected to see from Kelli and it’s one that she’ll need to keep up if she wants to beat the very talented Faye Lange!
America: Let’s not act like the woman is incapable of beating Faye...c’mon now.
Faye once again tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Kelli cuts her off with a series of forearm strikes to wear her down. She then bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. Before she can hit Faye with anything on the rebound, Faye leaps into the air and cuts Kelli off with a perfectly timed hurricanrana! Faye hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Kelli is able to kick out!
Kelli tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Faye is quick to run at her and wear Kelli down with a series of hard strikes. Kelli tries to do what she can to stay upright. Faye smirks as she runs and bounces off of the ropes. Kelli tries to cut her off with a big clothesline but Faye ducks underneath it! She bounces off of the ropes again, this time using her momentum to hit Kelli with a handspring back elbow! She hits the mat hard as Faye then leaps into the air and lands on her for an elbow drop.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: Very impressive show of athleticism right there!
America: Yeah, yeah...
The fans are showing their support for the effort that’s being given by both wrestlers. Faye grabs hold of Kelli and drags her back up to her feet. Faye tries to wrestle Kelli into position for a swinging neckbreaker! Kelli spins her way out of it at the last possible second. Smirking, Kelli blasts Faye with a clubbing blow to knock her off balance. Kelli delivers her Playtime's Over (bicycle kick)! Faye collapses to the mat. Kelli arrogantly covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Kelli Saint!!!
Taj: This was a really solid, back and forth match!
America: But in the end...Kelli proved she’s better!
Singles Match
“Mean Machine” Jay Aguero vs. Rieca Alejandro
“Mean Machine” Jay Aguero vs. Rieca Alejandro
The referee signals for the bell. Both Jay and Rieca circle each other before locking up. Rieca manages to flip Jay over with an arm drag, but he gets to his feet and connects with a big boot, dropping Rieca. The Kali Kartel female staggers to her feet as Jay moves in. He pushes her against the ropes and goes for an Irish whip, but she counters, sending him into the ropes and connecting headscissors takedown, then follows with a running neckbreaker. She goes for a cover, but the Mean Machine immediately kicks out.
Taj: Whoa!
America: That was close!
Rieca gets to her feet, running in for a tornado DDT, but Jay manages to block it, tossing her to the mat. Once Rieca is back up, Jay hits The Perfect Shot (discus clothesline)! He goes for the pin.
Taj: HOLY CRAP!
America: You gotta be kidding me!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner….Jay Aguero!!!
Just as the bell sounds, The Shinigami Foundation, Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer, rush into the ring and start angrily punching at Jay! Within seconds, the referee frantically calls for the bell.
Taj: Why in the world is the Shinigami Foundation out here attacking Jay Aguero?!
America: Taj, you’re not that oblivious to the inner workings of wrestling. Shinigami is out here to ensure that Jay isn’t involved in the main event tonight between their boy Jacob Striker and Q.
Thomas lefts Jay up onto his shoulders as Alex climbs to the nearest top turnbuckle. Alex leaps off to complete The Doomstar Requiem (Doomsday Device)! Shinigami isn’t done there as they toss Jay through the ring ropes onto the thinly matted floor. They follow him out and pick him up to hit The Tornado of Souls (Magic Killer)!
Taj: Shinigami have done a complete number on Jay here! This was uncalled for!
America: Actually it reeks of good strategy to me, Taj. Take out Q’s insurance policy and it increases Jacob’s chance of retaining the World Heavyweight Championship!
Security rushes in but Tomas and Alex are satisfied that they have completed their mission of leaving an unconscious Jay laid out on the arena floor.
We go backstage as we find Cain sitting on an equipment box surprisingly alone. His manager and business partner Joshua Samson was not to be found with him. Cain signals the camera man to get over here.
Cain Dominguez: Listen, I have something to say. Tonight in a few moments I go out to that ring to face Rei Park. Sucks to be you Rei, it really does because you have to not only deal with me, but a very pissed off version of me. That doesn't spell for a good night for you Rei. You see Joshua isn't standing at my side right now and sure, some may wonder why? Simply. He takes care of other business and he doesn't need to be at my side every single second. Tonight, when I go to that ring, a message is going to be sent. Everyone is going to understand the message. Rei, sadly for you you are going to feel it. Everyone saw what happened last month with me and Jack Riggs and the Glory championship. Everyone also knows the challenge that has been made and answered.
Cain gets a dark smirk on his face as he pauses for a second.
Cain Dominguez: Those of you who have been living under a rock I will explain. You see, since Jackoff Jack got two matches against me in order to get that belt from me. It's only fitting I get a rematch. Since you know we are one win a piece. So being the nice guy I am, I let him choose any match he wanted. Why do you ask? because not only do I fully intend on beating him and taking that title from him, but I want to make sure I beat him at his own game. I gave him a chance that he didn't take. Since everyone around here has been so hell bent on wanting to get rid of me from this company, he didn't take it. He could have asked me to put my career on the line if he so badly wanted me gone, like he said over and over.
He pauses for a second then he continues.
Cain Dominguez: You see, I know what everyone thinks of me. I know a lot of you think I'm some big dumb idiot. Everyone who I faced all said I didn't belong in this company and didn't deserve a damn thing. You all make fun of my history. You see, that is what makes me different. I never hide from my pass. Yeah I didn't live a fancy life before I got here. Sure I may not speak perfect English when it is my second language. Yeah I once slept on a street. But I am no longer doing those things. I didn't let a damn thing stop me from getting here and making it. Jack understands this and this goes to you as well Rei, there isn't a damn thing either can do to me in any match that will ever end me or stop me in any way. I have seen and been through the worst and yet I am still here. So many and claimed that would end me and run me out of this company and yet where are they? I outlasted all of them. Hell many seem to have run from me before having to go one on one with me. So Jack, good for you at being the first to not run. But that means in your own match, I am going to beat your big ass and take back what is mine… the Glory championship.
Cain pauses one more time.
Cain Dominguez: Jack, I'll see you whenever date they put down for our match. As for Rei Park, tonight you are the one that is about to find out why they call me the pain marker. I am not taking you lightly but I am also confident and I have a point to make. You just happen to be at the right place but at the wrong time. Now get out of my way.
Cain pushes the camera man out of the way as he walks out of camera view and the scene goes blank.
Tag Team Match
Mackenzie Roberts and Olivia Blue vs. The Pretty Committee (“First Class Mean Girl” Veronica Taylor and “Queen B” Bianca Davis)
Mackenzie Roberts and Olivia Blue vs. The Pretty Committee (“First Class Mean Girl” Veronica Taylor and “Queen B” Bianca Davis)
Taj: I’m getting word that this match will proceed as scheduled even though Olivia Blue has not been cleared to wrestle due to the hideous attack on her at the top of the show.
America: So it’s going to be a Handicap Match?! Damn. this Mackenzie is dumber than she looks!
The Pretty Committee are all smiles as they look across at the lone Mackenzie. Bianca opts to step through the ropes, leaving Veronica to start the match off for TPC. Veronica and Mackenzie meet in the center of the ring in a clash of fury, trading blows back and forth until Mackenize is able to fire off a kick that lands right against Veronica’s ribs, knocking the air right out of her lungs. Mackenzie capitalizes on this by dropping Veronica with a DDT that leads right into a Texas cloverleaf. Mackenzie wrenches back with the hold as Veronica tries to reach for the bottom rope to no avail. Bianca eventually takes matters into her own hands and enters the ring, pulling Mackenzie off of Veronica before hitting her with a hair mare.
America: What in the hell are Bianca and Veronica doing treating this match like a tag team match?! They need to rush in there and stomp the hell out of Mackenzie!
Taj: I am quite surprised that The Pretty Committee haven’t done exactly that.
TPC then begin to team up on Mackenzie, whipping her into the corner before hitting her with stereo corner foot chokes, the referee yelling for Bianca to get out of the ring before starting to countdown to disqualify her.
Taj: I guess the Pretty Committee heard you, America.
Bianca and Veronica release at the last possible second before Bianca reluctantly exits back out onto the apron, leaving Veronica with Mackenzie. Veronica doesn’t hesitate in hitting an elbow drop that is preceded by a pose before going to tag in Bianca. Mackenzie meanwhile tries to pull herself up using the ropes.
Bianca comes in guns blazing and ready to go, charging after Mackenzie and grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking her backward for a hair pull backbreaker. She then pulls Mackenzie back up to her feet and whips her off into corner. With a smile on her face, Bianca charges forward and hits Mackenzie with a running knee lift before following it up with a running bulldog. She then quickly goes for a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: Bianca displaying a viciousness to her wrestling style.
America: My girl, Bee, is doing what she do that’s all.
Both Veronica and Bianca look shocked that Mackenzie had kicked out. Angered, Bianca whips Mackznie off into the corner again… this time to her corner where Veronica was waiting. She rakes Mackenzie’s eyes and takes a few steps back as Veronica holds Mackenize in place. Bianca charges forward, looking for a running knee lift again… except this time Mackznie slips free and Bianca instead connects with Veronica. Bianca looks down at the arena floor in shock and this distraction allows Mackznie to hit Bianca with a bulldog of her own. Mackenzie sluggishly gets up to her feet, still feeling the effects of The Pretty Committee’s onslaught against her. She locks in another submission hold, this time a Boston crab. Bianca reaches out for the ropes as she screams out in pain.
The hold remains in place for a few moments before Veronica pops back up and helps Bianca reach the bottom rope. Mackenzie finally breaks the hold before the referee finishes the count, begrudgingly putting space between herself and Bianca. In the meantime, nobody notices as a bandaged Olivia Blue starts making her way down towards the ring. [/div][/div][/color]
Taj: Look! Look who’s coming down!
America: Is Olivia naturally dumb or did that beatdown at the top of the show make her dumb?!
The crowd explodes in cheers at the sight of the young lady. Once at ringside, Olivia fires off a superkick to Veronica! Bianca looks on in horror before Olivia slides into the ring and pulls Bianca up to her feet. They exchange words before Olivia hits her with Outta Da Blue (running blockbuster), sending her back towards Mackenzie. This then opens the door for Mackenie to hit CrushCrushCrush (Russian leg sweep into a pin)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Olivia Blue and Mackenzie Roberts!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: You saw it just like all of us did, America! Mackenzie and Olivia cleanly defeated The Pretty Committee here at Legendary Twenty-four “Down Under.”
Backstage here at One Wrestle, we have Butterscotch Monroe holding a microphone as we pan out to see a smirking Keon Suggs II with the Pride of One Championship over his shoulder. Standing next to him is his mother and manager Chanel.
Butterscotch Monroe: We are here with the new Pride of One Champion, Keon Suggs. How does that sound?
Smirking as he adjusts his title on his shoulder again, just to really emphasize what he did as he looks at the camera.
Keon Suggs II: It feels great, I told you all it was going to happen. And? It did. You see Bianca was always just a stepping stone. I have been telling people I am going to be great, they tried to laugh at me. They tried to say I was all talk, but when Bianca got hit with my flying knee? She wasn’t laughing any more, she was unconscious. It’s the same way everyone I face is going to be after I am done with them. They think it’s a game, until they are in there with me. Then they realize I aint a wrestler, I am a fighter. And I’ll put your ass down.
Keon smirks at the camera, clearly winning the belt having only further increased his already big ego as Butterscotch continues.
Butterscotch Monroe: But just a show later, you're facing El Diablo Blanco in a title match, what are your thoughts?
Keon Suggs II: My thoughts are simple, this is a showcase. The company knows they hit gold with me and they want to put me on display. Live in Australia! So they feed me this mask wearing weirdo, apparently he’s some backyard wrestler that they are giving a shot. The fucked up part is he’s the only one not in on the gag. You see, tonight isn’t an opportunity for you Diablo, it’s a sacrifice. You're being put on display! You're going to be the face they see getting kneed into oblivion on the One commercials. This isn’t a title match, this is a title defense. And when this is all done and you are looking up at me…
Keon looks up to emphasize where Diablo will be forced to get the view from.
Keon Suggs II: When it is over? You’ll be begging to go back to the backyard spots you came from. Because you aren’t leaving here with no belt, you are leaving here with CTE. Rockford STAND UP!
Pushing away the microphone as he storms out of the frame as Chanel follows, apologizing to Butterscotch along the way.
Singles Match
Rei Park vs. “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez
Rei Park vs. “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez
The two opponents stare at each other from across the ring. Rei bounces around on the balls of her feet and Cain rotates his wrists. The referee calls for the bell and steps back.
DING DING DING!!!
Rei makes her way to the center of the ring to confront Cain. He nods as they lock up.
Taj: Rei Park is showing incredible courage locking up with the Pain Maker!.
America: Do we call the moth that flies into the flame courageous, Taj?
Cain smirks and pulls Rei's head back, he steps into her arm, pulling loose for a moment before grabbing her forearm and turning into it an arm wringer. Rei winces as Cain applies pressure, she struggles but he pulls her arm and applies more pressure. Rei cries out in pain for a moment before she tumbles forward and rolls through, and counters with a double leg takedown.
Taj: Worked out pretty well for her.
America: Nothing works out in the end...
Taj: What is wrong with you?
America: Nothing. What is wrong with you?!
Rei holds onto Cain's left foot and twists it before kicking him in the knee. He fights back but she kicks him in the knee again and again before letting go. Cain pulls himself backward to the corner, reaching up and pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. He shakes his leg and ducks as Rei comes in with a flying forearm smash. Cain tosses her over his shoulder, Rei holds onto the ropes to avoid falling to the floor. Cain suplexes her back into the ring! Rei immediately bounces off of the mat, holding her lower back in pain. Cain stalks her, she hits him with a right that makes his stumble, Rei hits him again but Cain shrugs off the blow and chokeslams her to the mat! He covers.
One…kick out!
Taj: Rei isn't even close to being done here!
The member of the Seoul Queens pounds on the mat and gets up to face Cain. She runs to the ropes and bounces off of them, springing back and flattens the Pain Maker with a dropkick. Rei pulls Cain to his feet and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker before covering.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!!
Cain pulls himself up to his feet and catches a roundhouse kick by Rei, countering with a Northern Lights suplex. He pulls her up to her feet and whips her into the corner before following her in and hitting a big splash. Rei stumbles forward, but Cain shoves her back into the corner. He climbs to the second rope, raining down punches on her as the fans count aloud.
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Nine…
Ten!
Cain jumps off and Rei falls face first on the mat. He pulls her up and slams her to the mat with a powerslam. Covering again.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Tons of fight left in Rei!
America: What's the point in fighting?
Taj: Are you okay?
America: Oh yeah, never been better...there is only a pandemic, Taj.
Taj: C'mon America, let's put that aside for a moment and focus on the action in front of us.
Cain lifts Rei up and holds her for a second as her feet kick in the air before gutwrench suplexing her to the mat. Rei cries out in pain. Cain pulls her up by her hair before pulling her in and dropping her with The Torture Chamber (double arm DDT into a guillotine choke)!
America: Time to make the pain!
Taj: Rei is really locked into that guillotine choke! I don’t think there is any way for her to escape.
Try as she might, Rei can’t escape the choke hold. After a few more moments of trying she has no choice but to tap!
Torres: The winner of this match…Cain Dominguez!
Taj: In the end the former Glory Champion has defeated the Pride of 1WM Champion!
America: As if there was any doubt that Cain would beat Rei.
Glory Championship Match
No Disqualification Match
La Naturaleza vs. “Bakersfield Butcher” Jack Riggs ©
Torres: The following NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH is for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Queen of the Fae" by Audiomachine plays as La Naturaleza makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from La Amazonia…weighing in at one hundred and seventy-six pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches…. she is the challenger...she is La Maravilla Natural….LAAAAAAAA NATURALEZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: Somebody tell me how in the hell does this masked chick walk through the 1WM doors and instantly get a shot at the Glory Championship?!
Taj: La Naturaleza actually comes to us highly touted especially when it comes to matches that she is about to partake in.
America: Doesn’t mean she deserves a title shot…
”Born For One Thing” by Gojira plays as Jack Riggs, Glory title around his waist and his metal chair wrapped in barbed wire in hand, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Bakersfield, California…weighing in at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds…standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….representing Kali Kartel….he is the current reiening and defending Glory Champion…he is the Bakersfield Butcher….JACCCCKKKKKKKK RIGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: I’m not sure which is scarier, Jack or that barbed wire chair he has?
Taj: In a Glory Championship match contested under No DQ Rules? Probably the barbed wire chair.
The referee takes the belt from Jack and shows it to both competitors. La Naturaleza gives her opponent a blatant sneer as the referee reminds the wrestlers of the rules, or lack of. Despite this, Jack keeps his emotions in check, nodding his head in response to the referee’s instructions. The referee then calls for the bell as the match begins.
DING DING DING!!!
La Naturaleza makes her way towards the center of the ring, but Jack is quick to make his move, knocking La Naturaleza down with a vicious lariat. She slowly gets up as Jack moves in on the masked luchadora and attempts to keep her down with a double axe handle, but La Naturaleza rolls out of the way just in the knick of time. With a running start the challenger hits the back of the champ’s knees with a running basement dropkick! Jack staggers, landing on his knees as La Naturaleza makes her move to capitalize with a running knee strike to Jack’s temple. Jack uses his hands to brace himself as La Naturaleza runs back to the ropes. She bounces off of them and leaps into the air to deliver another dropkick. Unfortunately for her, Jack leaps to his feet and catches the young woman with both arms in midair. The crowd marvels at Jack’s ridiculous strength as he tosses La Naturaleza over his shoulder like a ragdoll.
Taj: Everyone hold on to your hard hats! The wrecking crew is coming through!
America: Ugh...really, Taj?! I expect much better from you...
Much to the delight of the crowd, Jack Riggs is able to hold La Naturaleza over his shoulder with one hand and raise his other hand in the air for his fans, much to the ire of his opponent, who continues to kick and scratch at the Glory Champ. Ignoring La Naturaleza’s feeble attempts to break free of his grasp, Jack revs up with a running start before sending her backfirst into the mat with a thunderous powerslam! With a satisfied smile on his face, Jack hooks La Naturaleza’s leg for the cover..
One…
Two…La Naturaleza kicks out!
Not wanting to lose any momentum, Jack reaches to pick up the fallen woman, but is greeted with a kick to the face for his efforts. The Bakersfield Butcher staggers backwards as La Naturaleza uses the ropes to slowly get up and gather her bearings. Jack doesn’t give much time, however, as he hits her with a right, then another, then another. The crowd jeers as Jack starts pounding away at his challenger. La Naturaleza puts her hands up to deflect a couple blows, but ends up leaning against the ropes to try to stay upright against the onslaught of punches. In an act of desperation, La Naturaleza manages to throw a kick to Jack’s midsection that halts the Champion’s attack for a second, giving the woman just enough time to roll out again.
Taj: Seems like La Naturaleza just can’t get out of the gate! I don’t know if she’s going to be able to turn this around.
America: That Jack is built like a freakin’ tank. I don’t know many that would be able to turn it around.
La Naturaleza does her best to get behind Jack and hits him with a chop block to the inside of his knee, causing the big man to land on his knees. He tries to get up but is met with an enziguri for his efforts. La Naturaleza gets in close to the kneeling Jack, mouthing some words before giving the champion a hard slap to the face! The crowd rains cheers at the challenger, who proceeds to flip her hair behind her shoulders and make a motion with her hands as if she just took out the trash.
Looking rather pleased with herself, La Naturaleza goes to slap Jack again but her wrist is caught by the Champion. Jack gets up on his feet and gives the disrespectful La Naturaleza a forearm smash, then another for good measure. With a mighty grunt he lifts the lighter opponent into the air and once again drives her into the mat, this time with a sit-out powerbomb! Jack covers again.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: She’s got her shoulder up! I don’t believe it! What resilience!
Jack gets up and wastes no time in dragging the barely coherent La Naturaleza to her feet. She tries to hit him with a few strikes, but is easily deflected by Jack, who returns the favor with shots of his own. After raining down more blows, Jack shoots La Naturaleza across the ring, hitting the ropes and stopping herself by hanging on to them, trying to catch a breather. However, it doesn’t look like Jack is about to let up as he charges at her. La Naturaleza sees it coming and slips out of the ring just in time.
La Naturaleza reaches down under the ring and pulls out some sort of small object obscured by her hands. She stuffs it in her wrestling tights then hops back up on the apron, only to be greeted with both of Jack's hands on her throat. Using his incredible strength, he picks her up and over the ropes bringing her close to him. The champion grabs La Naturaleza by the waist, looking for a suplex, but the shrewd La Naturaleza stops him with a swift poke in the eye! Jack covers his face and steps backwards giving La Naturaleza enough room to pull out the item in her trunks and place it on her hand: a set of brass knuckles. With a running start she clocks the big man in the face, knocking him to the canvas! As she moves in to capitalize, sitting on his chest and pressing down on both arms for the cover.
One…
Two…Jack THROWS La Naturaleza off!
Taj: Wow...not even brass knuckles can keep Jack down!
America: She’s gonna need something bigger, and there’s all sorts of toys under that ring!
Sure enough, the challenger chucks out the weapon and slips out of the ring to reach under the squared circle to pull out a steel chair and a steel pipe. La Naturaleza slides them into the ring and takes her time to follow. Picking up the steel chair, La Naturaleza begins to pound away at the big man, specifically on his right arm. Once she’s through beating down the champion, the masked woman takes the chair and sets it up so that Jack’s arm is trapped in between the seat and the back.
Taj: Oh my God! She’s trying to break the champ’s arm!
America:...and that’s a bad thing?
La Naturaleza runs across the ring and rebounds towards Jack’s arm. As she leaps into the air to perform a senton, Jack pulls his arm out at the last minute, causing La Naturaleza to land hard on the chair, taking the full brunt of steel on her back. As the challenger writhes in pain, Jack takes the opportunity to get up and catch his breath. After a couple seconds he notices the steel pipe La Naturaleza had brought in. He picks it up and holds it up in the air, the crowd reacting in delight to what the champion is implying. Much to the surprise and confusion of the fans, Jack shakes his head and tosses the pipe out of the ring. Instead he makes his way over to his turnbuckle and picks up his barbed wire chair he brought to ringside and raises it high into the air. The crowd roars in approval as he gets his message across.
America: Is...he going to?
Taj: Oh my goodness, America! He’s going to kill her! Someone’s got to stop this madman!
America: Are you volunteering?
Taj: Uh...I-uh...
Jack turns around to face La Naturaleza, who by this time has gotten up, chair in hand and looking rather furious. She charges towards Jack and wildly swings her weapon. The sound of steel clangs against the barbed wire chair causing La Naturaleza to stagger backwards from the sheer force of the impact. Jack returns the favor and swings his chair. La Naturaleza blocks with her chair, but the sheer force of the barbed wire chair combined with the strength of Jack Riggs knocks her hard onto the mat, creating a massive dent in her chair in the process. Putting his chair down, Jack lumbers over to La Naturaleza and pushes her chair to the side, giving him the opportunity to drag her to her feet and hit her with the Big Trouble (Burning Hammer)!
Taj: I think this could be it, America!
America: You and me both, Taj.
Instead of going for the quick cover, Jack picks up his barbed wire chair and forcibly slams it down on La Naturaleza’s chest just below her neck. He places his boot on it, holding her body shoulders down. The referee gives Jack a quizzical look, but the Champion responds by motioning the ref to count. The ref obliges as Jack Riggs keeps La Naturaleza down.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match….AND STILL Glory Champion...Jack Riggs!!!
Taj: Did he just pin her with a barbed wire steel chair?
America: What the literal hell!? Is that even legal!?
Taj: Is that even the proper use of the word literal?
America: Shut up, Taj....wait a second! Look who’s back up!
Sure enough, unbeknownst to the retaining champion who’s too busy celebrating with his barbed wire chair and belt now in either hand, looking worse for wear and extremely furious, the masked wrestler picks up her battered chair and drills it into the champ’s back, causing him to stumble and drop both items! As she begins to repeatedly strike Jack with the chair, La Naturaleza begins to shout various obscenities at him along the lines of “You don’t deserve that belt!”
Jack slumps to the canvas, worn down from La Naturaleza’s vicious beating. La Naturaleza takes the time to open the almost completely ruined chair back up, placing Jack’s arm inside once more. With a little added force she sits on the chair, putting added pressure on Jack’s arm as she locks in La Mistica submission!
Taj: La Naturaleza has completely lost it!
Security and trainers rush on to the scene to pull La Naturaleza off of Jack. As they get near she quickly let’s go of the champion’s arm and stands up, holding her hands in the air and walking away from Jack, all the while shouting, “Don’t you dare touch me!” as she makes her way backstage.
Backstage, we see Jenn Drew. She’s pacing around in a hallway, mumbling to herself. She has a look, one that hasn’t ever been seen before on her face. She runs her hands through her hair, just continuing to pace around and just she just seems to look angrier and angrier the more she moves.
Jenn Drew: Erik St. John…ERIK ST. JOHN! This man…this man thinks he knows me… that he knows what’s best for this company and even what’s best for me…
Jenn begins to laugh as she continues to pace in the same four foot area of the hallway.
Jenn Drew: Jacob Striker… the man who took everything from me… the man who took HER away from me! They forget about me… they both think they can move past me in this quest for her possession. They both feel like I’m just now an afterthought now that I’m no longer holding her in my loving grasp…Neither of them are safe! Nobody will be safe! Nobody will be safe from my wrath until I get what’s mine back!
Jenn pulls at her hair, strands in both fists as she mumbles something under her breath, continuing to pace back and forth.
Jenn Drew: Jacob… you beat me fair and square…you pinned my shoulders to the mat…then you let foolish pride get in your way… you fucked up at Massive then you had to use a team of stooges to get her back! You’re still just a fluke champion like you always were because you can’t just take a win and move on… no, you had to prove who had the bigger balls with Erik at Massive… you had to just go and have a dick measuring contest with him and look where it got you!
Jenn now starts to laugh as she continues walking back and forth.
Jenn Drew: I don’t care who it is… I don’t care if it’s Erik, Jacob, Q, Riggs, anybody on this roster… they aren’t safe from me… Nobody will be safe until I get her back and keep her safe again… I don’t care what I have to do… the statements I have to make… I will do everything, anything to get her back.
Erik, you can talk about respect and bringing this company back to something great… you can try and play hero all you want… you can act like you didn’t turn your back on the fans and take your ball and go home for a while from One Wrestle… you’re no better than those you talk about leaving… nobody is in this business for anything but themselves. Everyone is an egomaniacal asshole, everyone! You aren’t exempt from that and don’t even try to deny it. I don’t shy away from who I am, Erik, but you… you still hide behind a mask… you still deny who you are.
Jenn walks around a corner and the camera follows where she now has a kendo stick in her hand. She bashes it over her head a few times, a little bit of blood trickling down her head as a wicked grin comes across her face.
Jenn Drew: And tonight, Erik, tonight I show you exactly that… I show you, I show the world your true face… Tonight, I don’t care what it takes… tonight, I put you through a world of hurt…rules, honor, all of that be damned… tonight is about a statement and tonight is about making you see that I am still the top bitch of this company and that it doesn’t matter what you think, but I will be taking her home…
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
El Diablo Blanco vs. Keon Suggs II ©
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP!
“The Fox (What Did the Fox Say?)” by Ylvis as El Diablo Blanco makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches…..he is the leader of the Diablo Nation….he is the challenger….ELLLLLLL DIABLLLLLOOOOOO BLANCCCCOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This man remains one of the most successful wrestlers in wrestling today…
America: This isn’t going to be an easy match for him, though! Not at all…
“Red Opps” by 21 Savage blares as Keon Suggs II, Pride title belt secured around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Rockford, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds…..standing at a height of five feet eight inches….he is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...KEOOONNNNN SUGGGGGGGGSSSSSS II!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: In his first defense of his newly won Pride of 1WM Championship, Keon has a very, very difficult task ahead of him.
America: He lucked up and beat my girl Bianca for the title, so it can’t be that hard.
Bad Bitch by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, as a red carpet roll and paparazzi appear as the lights dim, and flash all over the arena. Out from the back steps The Pinnacle of One Wrestle Movement Queen B Bianca Davis. Who sauntered out onto the age. The Statuesque Blonde does her trademark pageant wave as the paparazzi snap photos of her. The Queen then blows a kiss and keeps up her saunter down to the ring.
Taj: Well this is unexpected!
America: Don’t sound so thrilled, Taj. What makes you think Bianca shouldn’t be out here?
Taj: Because this match, the championship, has nothing whatsoever to do with her.
On her way to the ring, Bianca maintains her distance from the fans. The Queen of 1WM soon takes the time to taunt the fans staying in the center of the walkway avoiding the outstretched hands. Telling them to kiss the ring, as she saunters toward the commentary, taking the time to blow the men in the ring a smug kiss. As she does her trademark pageant wave, before making her way to the commentary desk as one of her simps pulls out the chair and then hands her the headset.
America: Welcome to the commentary table, Bee.
Bianca Davis: Thank you I figured since they are having a title match for my Pride of 1WM title I should watch. I mean after all how does this fake super hero get a title match before my rightful rematch?
Taj: You mean Keon Suggs II’s Pride title?
Bianca Davis: Um mine, it looks so much better around my waist. Plus didn’t they ever tell you don’t question royalty?
America: Yeah, Taj.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready before calling for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
El D charges at Keon. El D hits Keon in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. He quickly grabs hold of Keon and shoots him across the ring. Keon reverses the attempt and waits for El D to come back on the rebound! Unfortunately for him, El D is ready---catching Keon by surprise and sending him down to the mat with a handspring enziguri!
Taj: El Diablo Blanco is fired up in the early going of this one!
America: He knows how big this opportunity is, and he knows he needs to be relentless if he wants to have any hope of winning!
Bianca Davis: One must be ruthless to be a champion, if he lets these peasants distract him then he won’t be champion.
Keon tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he’s halfway up, El D runs at him and tries to send Keon crashing into the mat with a running stomp! Keon ducks out of the way and El D stumbles hitting the mat. He turns around as Keon sends him crashing to the mat with a discus clothesline! The champ stomps away on El D as he rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to bring himself back to his feet. Once El D’s up, Keon bounces off of the ropes and tries to send him out to the floor with a clothesline. El D gets a foot in the air and kicks Keon in the mouth! El D flips over to the ring apron and grabs hold of the ropes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. El D gets ready to springboard into the ring---only to have Keon run at the ropes and knock him off balance! El D falls to the mat with a THUD! Keon grabs hold of El D and slams him to the mat with a double arm suplex!
Taj: Keon had that scouted perfectly…
America: So, B, you’ve been going hard on El Diablo, what’s your thoughts on Keon so far?
Bianca Davis: I give the cretin the credit he’s due, he did beat me at Massive, but he should count himself lucky the rematch was never given to me tonight. Because, otherwise he’d have the shortest title reign in the history of One Wrestling. I mean it's clear there is bias against me and my girl Veronica in this company.
Taj: BIAS?! Do you hear yourself, Bianca? Wasn’t it you and Veronica that jumped Olivia at the top of the show?
Bianca Davis: She has jumped me twice and that was payback simply put. A peasant like that has no right to put their hands on the Queen and Pinnacle of this company. I mean what do I need to do wear an ugly looking mask and pretend like this is V for Vendetta for your approval?
El Diablo Blanco tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Keon closes the gap between the two of them almost immediately and hits El D with a series of chops to wear him down.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
El D tries to defend himself, but Keon’s assault is relentless. He finally grabs hold of El D and pulls him in once again. This time, he tries to get El D into position for a legsweep, but El D manages to fight his way out of Keon’s grasp! El D creates a bit of space between the two of them and leaps into the air for a spinning heel kick. Keon ducks underneath the attempt. El D tries to bring himself back up to his feet---only to get planted on the mat by a sitout spinebuster! Keon covers.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!
Taj: This is very much what we’ve come to expect from Keon since his arrival to 1WM.
America: He’s relentless.
Bianca Davis: This is why we don’t pander to the morons at ringside, El D. Keon smartly takes advantage of him.
Taj: A compliment about the current Pride Champion from the ex-Pride Champion. I’m impressed.
El D once again rolls over toward the ropes to give himself space to make it up to his feet. El D uses the turnbuckle to do so. Keon lines himself up with El D. Once El D is standing, Keon charges and tries to deliver a Rockford Knee (flying knee) in the corner! El D ducks out of the way and Keon’s knee crashes into the turnbuckle padding instead. He grabs hold of it for a moment. El D seizes the opening and delivers a huge chop to Keon’s chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
El D then grabs hold of Keon’s hand and hops up onto the ropes. He performs a rope-walk with impressive agility, backflipping off of the ropes and flipping Keon to the mat! Keon pops back up to his feet---and gets caught with a hurricanrana into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: El D took Keon to the old school and nearly won the match!
America: He’s still fighting, though!
Bianca Davis: Gonna take more than that to win the Pride of 1WM title.
Keon shakes his head as he tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, El D has him scouted perfectly. The backyard legend runs forward and hits Keon with a shining wizard! The fans cheer as El D hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: It’s amazing how good of a striker El Diablo Blanco is!
America: Dare I say...he’s the white devil?
Taj: I’m disappointed in you.
The fans begin to rally around El Diablo Blanco to show their support. El D nods as he grabs hold of Keon to bring him back up to his feet. El D hits Keon in the mouth with a series of forearm shots to wear him down. El D then grabs him by the head and tries to set him up for a tornado DDT! Unfortunately for him, Keon is able to reverse the attempt by shoving El D away. El D crashes to the mat and hurries up to his feet. El D charges and walks right into the Rockford Knee! The crowd deflates as Keon hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: El Diablo actually got his shoulder up!
America: I can’t believe it...but I respect it!
Taj: That really looked like it was it!
The fans start to chant for El D as Keon glares down at him and yells something. Keon stomps away on El D in an effort to wear him down. The referee grabs hold of Keon and pulls him away from El D. Keon tries to ignore the referee, but eventually relents before he’s disqualified. The referee gives Keon a warning. El D finally pulls himself up to his feet as Keon charges---and walks right into a massive dropkick! Keon collapses to the mat as El D crawls on top of him to cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow!
America: These two are hitting each other with everything they’ve got and no one has a real advantage at the moment.
Taj: You have to wonder what it’s going to take to win this match!
Bianca Davis: Whoever wins this match will give me my rematch, that is one thing I am done waiting for management to give me what I deserve. Oliva was the message I hope the idiots pay attention.
Taj: Yet your plan to take out Olivia failed, Bianca. Sure you deserve a rematch but after the loss in the tag match I'm not quite sure you’re ready to get back into the ring for the Pride title.
Bianca Davis: Ready? I am more than ready for the fact that the match was a fluke just like me losing my title was a fluke. When I get my rematch I will be your Pride of 1WM champion rather you like it or not.
America: You tell her, Bee!
The fans continue to show their support for El Diablo Blanco as he grabs Keon by the head. El D hits Keon with a hard knee strike while dragging him back up to his feet. El D straightens Keon up and hits him with a kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a second and then a third. El D then sends Keon crashing to the mat with a snapmare! El D bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Keon with a running dropkick---only to have Keon duck out of the way. He grabs hold of El D and tries to wrestle him into a dragon sleeper, but El D quickly scurries toward the ropes and gets his foot on it to break up the hold.
Taj: You’re beginning to see the desperation from both of these wrestlers…
El D pulls himself back up to his feet. Once he’s standing, Keon charges and gets caught with a superkick! He drops to a knee as El D lines himself up with him. El D springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit him with an Asai moonsault! Keon dodges and pulls the referee into the crossfire as he crashes to the mat!
Taj: OH NO!
Bianca Davis: Finally this gets interesting.
America: Totally agree! I was wondering when this was going to get dirty.
El D tries to get the referee to stir for a moment. Keon rolls out to the floor. El D notices and tries to follow him. El D looks through the ropes to see Keon and gets BLASTED with a chairshot! El D collapses to the mat but groggily pulls himself back up to his feet. Keon slides into the ring with the chair and throws it at El D. The challenger catches it and the champ kicks it into his face with a Rockford Knee!
Taj: Not like this! Not like this!
America: Yes, like this!
Bianca Davis: Oh no…Anyway, looks like Keon will be the one to have the honor of facing me for my rematch.
Taj: If I were you I’d be more concerned with Olivia and Mackenzie.
Keon kicks the chair out of the ring and covers just as the referee begins to stir. The ref groggily counts.
One……
Two………
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion….Keon Suggs II!
Taj: Keon just STOLE a victory from El Diablo Blanco! This is awful.
America: Sometimes, you have to be smart...and tonight, Keon was smart!
Taj: Thank you for joining us at the commentary table, Bianca. Obviously you don’t care if you have an invitation or not.
Bianca Davis: That's Queen Bianca to you, and the pleasure was all yours.
As Keon Suggs celebrates his ill gotten win to boos, suddenly sneaking into the ring quickly was Bianca Davis who had her scepter in hand. She moved quickly, whacking Keon in the back of his knee!
Taj: Look at this bullcrap! Bianca is out of control!
America: Actually she looks like she’s in total control, Taj.
The boos grow this time directed at the bitter angry ex champion who stands over Keon as she takes a couple of more shots with her scepter into his knee and while hes down yelling at him.
Bianca Davis: Peasant! I am getting my rematch. Tell Cedric to book it! Me versus you, because I am taking my Pride of 1WM title back to Malibu with me! You hear that!
Bianca then does a smug bow soaking in the negative reaction.
Scene cuts to the dressing room of the newly-crowned 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, Aurora and Damon Graves. As the camera pans slowly to the left, it comes to rest on the fairer of the two, Aurora, sitting on a metal folding chair, her chin resting on top of her interlocked hands, staring intently at the gleaming championship belts, which are propped up on a nearby table. From offscreen, we can hear the squeal of the hinges on the door to the room as it opens. This brings her husband and tag team partner, Damon, into view. A pair of water bottles are tucked between his arm and torso while he simultaneously balances a pair of paper plates, both laden with bite-sized pieces of fruit.
Damon Graves: You’d figure with all the money this company brings in that the higher ups would spring for a better selection in catering. Sorry about the slim pickings….
This seems to snap Aurora out of her reverie. She turns to Damon and flashes a brief smile before getting up to retrieve one of the plates, as well as one of the water bottles.
Aurora Graves: You know I never like to eat that heavy right before a match anyway. Especially when we’ve got titles to defend.
She sits down with her plate, tucking the bottle between her knees as she plucks a strawberry from the plate, promptly sinking her teeth into the deep red fruit.
Damon Graves: Yeah, yeah, I remember Alicia drilling that into the both of us. Still…
He holds up a slice of melon, twisting it this way and that, scrutinizing it.
Damon Graves: ..there’s no way of telling how fresh it is.
Shrugging, he pops the morsel into his mouth and starts chewing. Aurora looks on with a smile, which quickly transitions into a light giggle.
Aurora Graves: Remember that time we were watching the twins, and while they were sharing a piece of watermelon with Yssie, she panicked because she accidentally swallowed a seed?
Damon Graves: Couldn’t forget if I tried. Darion kept teasing her that she was gonna grow a watermelon in her tummy…
Aurora Graves: And then Jaina let him have it… spit a seed right between his eyes!
Damon Graves: And he stared daggers at her for the rest of the day… priceless.
Aurora pops a grape into her mouth as she chuckles.
Aurora Graves: Jason said it was the first time the twins had been quiet for the entire car ride home… EVER!
Damon smiles and nods.
Damon Graves: As fun as this trip down Memory Lane has been, I know that look you had on your face when I walked in the room. Something’s on your mind, babe…
Aurora lets out a sigh as she rests the plate on her lap. She tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder and gestures to the championship belts.
Aurora Graves: It’s been a long time since we’ve held gold. About 3 ½ years, to be exact. I’d almost forgotten about that tense moment right before the first title defense….
Damon rests his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
Damon Graves: I miss it too… but there’s one thing we haven’t forgotten…
Damon’s eyes narrow and the corners of his mouth pull in opposite directions.
Damon Graves: …and that’s how to deal with a pair of cocky pricks that think they’re just gonna waltz into our business and take what we’ve scratched and clawed for…
Aurora starts to perk up again as a smile spreads across her face.
Aurora Graves: Now you’re talking! We’ve busted our asses for too long to get where we are, and these chode warriors think they’re in for a cake walk?
She shakes her head.
Aurora Graves: I don’t think so!
Damon holds out his hand to pull Aurora to her feet. His other hand sweeps to the side, gesturing towards their championship belts.
Damon Graves: These… belong to US, and any dumb fuckers stupid enough to step up are gonna get their dicks knocked into the dirt!
Aurora reaches over to pick up the belts, hands one to Damon, then drapes the other over her shoulder. A wicked expression flashes onto her face as she stares into Damon’s eyes.
Aurora Graves: And you know I’m all for kicking dicks in the dirt…
With that, the tag team champions make their way out of their dressing room. Scene cuts back to ringside.
Returning to Splat Network February 15th, 2022
The cameras head backstage where Butterscotch Monroe finds Erick St. John sitting alone on one of the production travel cases watching the production team work with some of the 1WM talent. The crowd rumbles through the arena walls when Erick is shown to them. The self-proclaimed First Among Equals is dressed in his ring gear and sleeveless hooded robe while wearing a cold stare on his face. Butterscotch cautiously approaches the tattooed ring warrior.
Butterscotch Monroe: Erick St. John, I wonder if I can get a few moments of your time to discuss what happened earlier tonight with Jacob Striker and Chris Slayton and any pre-match comments before your match against Jenni Drew.
Erick slowly turns to look at Butterscotch from under the robe hood. There is an awkward silence before Erick slides off the rolling case and stands upright while staring coldly at her.
Butterscotch Monroe: St. John?
The backstage interviewer assumes Erick is going to walk away from her without comment before she turns to see Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels and the new 1WM World Tag Team Champions, walk up to Erick before heading out to ringside for their first title defense.
Erick St. John: One moment, Ms. Monroe.
Erick joins his ring allies for a few moments. There are no audible words exchanged between the group but their eyes meet and they all nod in agreement. Erick holds out a fist in the middle of them and both Damon and Aurora follow suit. The only audible phrase caught by Butterscotch and the camera audience is…
Erick St. John: Long live the Renaissance…
Damon Graves: Long live the Renaissance…
Aurora Graves: Long live the Renaissance…
The group disperses and the Fallen Angels head toward the gorilla position while Erick turns his attention back to the backstage interviewer.
Butterscotch Monroe: I guess it's safe to say that there’s a formal alliance between you and the World Tag Team Champions.
Erick’s demeanor softens slightly as prepares to answer the inquiry.
Erick St. John: As I said earlier, I am the First Among Equals. I can’t shoulder the revival of One Wrestle Movement alone. I didn’t come back to put the spotlight on myself. I need every single member of the 1WM roster to realize that we can’t live on our past laurels. We need to make things happen now otherwise we might as well close up shop. The talent that left last year is shitting on the reputation of this company wherever they go. And that’s bullshit. The Fallen Angels are the type of tag team we need more of here in 1WM. They will draw teams to 1WM for the stiff competition. They may not be everyone’s cup of tea but they bring integrity and grit back to the World Tag Team Championship. I’m lucky to be partnering with them.
Butterscotch has an intrigued expression on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m doubtful Pro Wrestling NOVA owner Chris Slayton seriously disagrees with your renaissance movement. My sources tell me he and Cedric Southern had a very heated conversation behind closed doors about you after what happened in the title exchange earlier tonight.
Erick smirks as he remembers the superkick to the chin of Chris Slayton.
Erick St. John: I just did what Cedric didn’t have the balls to do. Not only did I return the 1WM World Title back to Jacob Striker, I put Chris Slayton back in his place: on his ass.
The backstage interviewer gets a concerned look on her face.
Butterscotch Monroe: You’re not concerned about the repercussions?
Erick looks at Butterscotch in disbelief.
Erick St. John: Are you shittin’ me? Of course not! You don’t come into One Wrestle Movement from some backyard wrestling promotion and start throwing your weight around because you pull the strings on our World Champion. If Cedric wasn’t going to stand up for 1WM, I was. If Chris Slayton wants to come after me, then it’s his funeral. I have no qualms about handing him his ass again.
Butterscotch gives Erick an understanding nod.
Butterscotch Monroe: Tonight you have your first official match back against the former 1WM World Champion Jenni Drew. You two have history and you exchanged some heated barbs on social media. You are particularly critical of the former champion. Why?
Erick shakes his head in disappointment.
Erick St. John: I have nothing but respect for the talent that is Jenn Drew. I’ve followed her career prior to signing with 1WM because she comes from a very talented wrestling family. She’s always had elite championship potential. And I’m not going to take anything away from her winning the 1WM World Title. But after she won the title, she just sat on her ass. Sure, she made her mandatory defenses. But she became complacent and apathetic. She would rather gawk at her reflection in the title faceplate than draw the best of the best in our sport into 1WM to elevate the championship. Instead she sat idly by as talent shit on 1WM and walked out. She looked the other way when the Kali Kartel was running amok injuring roster talent. She said it's not her place to get involved. Like hell it is! What good is holding a World Title if the company that gives value to the World Title is burning under your feet. That’s my problem with Jenn Drew. Do I respect her talent? Yes. Do I respect her attitude? No. Am I glad Jacob Striker beat her for the title at Massive? Hell yeah. So if kicking her ass into gear tonight finally wakes her up from her eternal stupor, then I’m doing the wrestling world a favor. We need Jenn Drew’s talent. We just don’t need her apathy running the show.
The backstage interviewer nods in agreement.
Tag Team Championship Match
The Shinigami Foundation (Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer) vs. The Fallen Angels (Aurora Graves and Damon Graves) ©
Torres: The following contest is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Whatever it Takes" by Hollywood Undead plays as The Shinigami Foundation, Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer, make their way to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Metro City….weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty pounds….the team of Alex Striker and Thomas Bane….THEEEEEE SHINIGAMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIII FOUNDATIOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Look at the smirks on these two faces! They don’t care about any consequences at all!
America: That’s because they’ve proven there won’t be any!
Taj: You don’t think Damon and Aurora will be able to do anything?
America: I think the Shinigami Foundation will simply prove why they have been right all along!
Black Veil Brides' "Fallen Angels" hits and Aurora and Damon Graves, Tag Team titles around their waist, make their way through the entryway, marching straight for the ring, both looking ready for war.
Torres: And…
Torres dives out of the way as Damon and Aurora go right to work on Alex and Thomas. The Fallen Angels step up hit matching front kicks to start sending Striker and Bane tumbling back into the ropes. Damon and Aurora move in closer and start kicking away at their challengers, starting low and then alternating feet as they move up Shinigami’s bodies until they hit matching spin kicks to the face that send Striker and Bane tumbling through the ropes to the floor! The crowd explodes as Shinigami Foundation hit the thinly matted cold hard concrete floor below! The referee starts to count them out of the ring.
One…
Two…
Alex and Thomas start to stand up, Damon and Aurora stepping through the ropes to come after them.
Three...
Four…
Alex punches Damon in the mouth and then swings him around by the back of the head, running him face first into the ringpost. Damon crumples to the floor and Alex dives into the ring.
Five…
Six…
Thomas kicks Aurora in the stomach and then hits an elbow to her spine that drops her to all fours. He smirks and then dives into the ring as well, causing the referee to restart the count.
One…
Two…
Taj: The Fallen Angels started out quickly...
America: Yeah, but now reality is settling in for them!
Taj: You think this is just the Shinigami Foundation having them right where they want them?
America: Undoubtedly!
Three…
Four…
Aurora scrambles up to her feet and glances at her partner only to see Damon barely moving yet. She looks into the ring and sees Alex and Thomas both smirking knowingly, as if this was inevitably what was going to happen no matter what.
Five…
Six…
Aurora almost starts shaking with rage at the arrogantly dismissive looks on their faces. Her eyes start to go wide as she dives into the ring and executes savage double takedown on Thomas. She starts firing punches immediately upon his back hitting the mat. Alex starts to move in to try and stop her only for Damon to dive in behind him. Damon hits a running knee to the back and knocks Alex down to the mat as well. Damon starts raining blows down upon Alex’s head as well. The referee barks at both Tag Champs about using closed fists. Neither Damon nor Aurora pays him any mind, both continuing to just hammer away and drawing blood on their respective Shinigami Foundation members. The referee pleads with them to open their hands while striking. When they fail to heed his instructions again, he starts counting.
One...
Two...
Damon and Aurora continue to fire down on Alex and Thomas with closed fists, battering away at the two men beneath them.
Three…
Four…
FIVE!!
The referee tries to get them to stop and both Damon and Aurora push him away and continue to hammer away with closed fists. The referee starts counting a second time.
One…
Two…
Damon and Aurora continue to pay him no mind at all.
Three…
Four…
FIVE!!
The referee turns and calls for the bell! Both Damon and Aurora stand up, looking shocked and outraged as Alex and Thomas roll away to the floor. They check their wounds and then look up into the ring. The referee rolls out and raises their arms as Damon and Aurora both watch on from just behind the ropes.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified the Fallen Angels for repeatedly refusing to abide by his instructions, therefore, the winners of the match, Alex Striker and Thomas Bane, the Shinigami Foundation!!
Aurora kicks the bottom rope while Damon clutches at his head in disbelief. Alex and Thomas step back, nodding knowingly and smirking at the crowd’s reaction.
Taj: The Shinigami Foundation may have won the match but they DO NOT walk out of tonight as the Tag Team Champions due to the championships not being transferable on a disqualification.
America: They may not have walked out as the champs, but Alex and Thomas have proven that they have the Fallen Angels’ number and at any time they can get under Aurora and Damon’s skin to win those titles!
Singles Match
Erick St. John vs. “The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew
Erick St. John vs. “The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Moonlight Sonata" by E.S. Posthumus plays as Erick St. John makes his way down to the ring.
America: Look at this fake ass pretender!
Taj: That’s a very hard take, America.
America: It’s true though. ESJ is a sore sport that can’t realize that he isn’t the World Heavyweight Champion. He didn’t beat Jacob for the title because it was stricken from the record books. Plus the way he went about even getting the match as the masked Primus was dumb as hell!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: Here comes the former World Heavyweight Champion. Since losing the title at Massive Two last month, Jenn has been rather….
America: …Looney?
Taj: Not quite the word I would have used but we can go with that, America. It just seems as if losing the title has really sent Jenn off the deep end.
The fans are on their feet, cheering for what many think may be the best match of Legendary 24. Seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Jenn and Erick St. John begin to circle around one another. Tension fills the air as both wait for an opening to appear. Suddenly, Jenn steps forward and hits ESJ in the chest with a hard chop.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Jenn follows it up with a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!
Jenn then grabs hold of ESJ and shoots her across the ring. When ESJ comes back on the rebound, Jenn lifts him into the air for some kind of tilt-a-whirl slam! Unfortunately for her, ESJ is able to reverse the attempt, sending Jenn crashing to the mat with a headscissors takedown! While Jenn tries to pull herself back up to her feet, ESJ bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Jenn with a shining wizard! Jenn ducks underneath the attempt. ESJ pulls himself back up to his feet as Jenn stares at him for a few moments before laughing hysterically.
Taj: How do you handle an opponent who doesn't seem even the slightest bit concerned that you might hurt her?
America: You hurt her anyway! If you let Jenn get under your skin, you're screwed.
ESJ pauses for a moment before grabbing hold of Jenn and trying to bring her to her feet. Jenn responds by hitting ESJ with a massive chop to the chest that sends her stumbling back.
Crowd: WOOOO!
ESJ recovers and tries to catch his breath, but can't before Jenn hits him in the face with a spinning backfist! The impact sends ESJ stumbling a few steps. He then drops to a knee as Jenn slaps him across the face. The fans gasp as Jenn pulls ESJ in and delivers a double underhook backbreaker! ESJ tries to roll away from Jenn as she continues to laugh.
Taj: This is the kind of wrestling that we’re used to seeing from Jenn back when she was dominating this company as the World Heavyweight Champion.
America: There's a reason that Jenn is without a doubt one of the most talented wrestlers in 1WM history!
ESJ slowly brings himself back up to his feet. Jenn kicks ESJ in the side of the head to keep him groggy before lifting him back up to his feet. Once he's up, she quickly locks him into an inverted half nelson. Seconds later, Jenn lifts ESJ into the air and delivers a knee strike that sends ESJ crashing to the mat. Jenn then smirks and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Jenn looks down at Erick St. John in surprise for a moment. She then shakes her head and bounces off of the ropes, trying to hit him with a running senton! ESJ rolls out of the way just in time and Jenn crashes into the mat instead! Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet, ESJ striking first as he steps toward Jenn and kicks her in the jaw with My Redemption (superkick)! Jenn crashes to the mat and ESJ goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: These two are probably as evenly matched as it gets...
America: That makes things exciting!
ESJ calls for the fans to show him some support, which they all do without hesitation. Jenn drags herself back up to her feet while laughing. Unfortunately for her, ESJ is there to strike---hitting Jenn in the mouth with a series of elbow shots! She stumbles back toward the ropes as ESJ charges and grabs hold of Jenn. He leaps at the ropes and then uses them as a springboard of sorts---planting Jenn on the mat with a tornado DDT! The fans cheer as ESJ hooks Jenn’s legs and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Erick St. John looks down at Jenn in shock. Jenn, meanwhile, starts to pull herself back up to her feet once again.
Taj: This is what you meant about not letting Jenn get under your skin, America?
America: Exactly!
Jenn tries to pull herself back up to her feet as Erick St. John takes a moment to think over his strategy. Once Jenn is up, ESJ steps toward her and hits Jenn with a kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a second and then a third. When he tries to hit Jenn with a fourth, she grabs hold of his leg and delivers a dragon screw leg whip! ESJ's eyes go wide in pain as Jenn delivers a few stomps to ESJ's leg. She then grabs hold of his leg and brings him over to a corner of the ring---stepping out to the floor. Jenn smirks and SLAMS ESJ's leg into the ring post! ESJ screams out in pain! Jenn climbs up to the top rope while ESJ remains on the mat. Jenn leaps off and lands on ESJ with a double stomp! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!
Taj: I don't think Jenn thought Erick would kick out of that?!
America: I'm not entirely sure that Jenn cares! She's doing some damage...
Sure enough, before ESJ can make it back up to his feet, Jenn rolls him over and tries to set him up for a single-legged crab! ESJ crawls toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. Jenn sits down in the hold and locks it in anyway. The referee begins counting.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Jenn finally releases the hold!
ESJ uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he's standing, Jenn pulls him toward the middle of the ring and tries to set ESJ up for a possible belly to back move. ESJ spins out of it to be behind Jenn and waits for her to turn around! ESJ tries to hit her with My Redemption, only to have Jenn duck underneath it! ESJ's leg buckles from Jenn's earlier attacks as he drops to a knee! Jenn laughs hysterically before running at ESJ and trying to send him crashing to the mat, only to be rolled up!
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, Erick nearly stole it there!
America: Kind of like how he tried to steal the World title at Massive Two!
ESJ staggers as he tries to make it back up to his feet. Jenn hits him in the knee with a hard kick that drops ESJ to a knee. ESJ tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Jenn bounces off of the ropes. Before Jenn can do anything on the rebound, ESJ leaps into the air and cuts her off with a My Redemption!
Taj: MY REDEMPTION! MY REDEMPTION!
America: Damn….can you say it any louder!
The fans gasp before ESJ goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Oh wow!
Torres: The winner of this match...Erick St. John!!!
Broadcasting live from the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts on February 28th, 2022
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Ya Girl” Q vs. “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker ©
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY 24 “DOWN UNDER” MAIN EVENT!
The Australian crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons as “Ya Girl” Q makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is Ya Girl…..QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Speaking of people who have been impressive…
America; People always seem surprised when they realize what Q is capable of! She’s one of the most underrated wrestlers in 1WM history! She’s also one of the most dangerous! And yet...whenever she comes out and steals the show, people are genuinely shocked!
"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon plays as Jacob Striker, World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the current reigning and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOOOOOOOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Jacob had a very triumphant victory at Massive Two last month defeating Jenn Drew in a five star match. He’ll be looking to validate his reign with his first defense of the title.
America: You know I like Jacob but he really, really needs to pick a side.
Taj: What do you mean, America?
America: Either be a good guy or a bad guy. No in between crap. Unless he picks a side soon, he won’t be holding that title very long.
The referee looks at both wrestlers as they wait for the match to begin. Q paces back and forth as she tries to hype herself up. Jacob simply sits in the corner and calmly mumbles to himself. The referee then calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob pulls himself back to his feet and practically dares Q to come at him. Q doesn’t hesitate---stepping forward and hitting Jacob in the mouth with a hard right hand. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Jacob tries to fight back with an elbow smash of his own, but Q quickly recovers and grabs hold of Jacob. She shoots him across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound. Q then lifts him into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Q drops an elbow onto him and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Jacob kicks out!
Taj: Although Jacob may be the champ, Q clearly has the mental advantage with her win over him when they faced before.
America: Maybe. I mean, that win was what back in Year One of 1WM, wasn’t it?
Q glares down at Jacob, who starts to drag himself to his feet. She slaps Jacob and yells something at him that the camera can’t pick up because of the “OOHHH” from the crowd. Q then pulls Jacob in and pounds away on his back with a few strikes before delivering a snap suplex! Q rolls into a cover.
One…
Two…Jacob kicks out!
Q glares at him and delivers a few stomps before dragging Jacob up to his feet. She hits Jacob with a series of chops before trying to shoot him across the ring! Jacob reverses the attempt and waits for Q to come back on the rebound. When she does, Jacob hits her with a step-up enziguri! Q drops down to a knee and tries to stagger back up to her feet, only to have Jacob run and deliver a knee strike to the side of Q’s head! Q is barely able to remain on her feet as Jacob grabs her and snaps off The Last Surprise (slingblade)! Jacob hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Smirking, Jacob lines himself up with Q. He waits for Q to start dragging herself back up to her feet. Once she does, Jacob runs forward and tries to plant Q on the mat with a footstomp! Q ducks out of the way and causes Jacob to land on the mat. Jacob staggers a few steps as Q grabs hold of him. She tries to get Jacob into position for Q’s Landing (cartwheel Death Valley Driver]! Jacob frees himself from Q’s grasp and rolls her up.
One…
Two…Q kicks out again!
Jacob grabs hold of her before she can make it up to her feet and snaps off a DDT in the center of the ring. He then stands over Q and begins to gloat.
Taj: This has been an impressive, back and forth match from both of these wrestlers.
America: They know just how important it is for them to put this match away! This is fun to watch…
Jacob pauses for a moment and then bounces off of the ropes. He tries to land on Q with a senton in the center of the ring, but Q rolls out of the way before Jacob can land on her. Both wrestlers groggily pull themselves back up to their feet. Jacob hits Q with a hard right hand and then a second. He then shoots Q across the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound---only to be hit with a flying forearm smash! Jacob drags himself back up to his feet as Q grabs hold of him from behind and powers him into the air for a belly to back suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Jacob tries to drag himself back up to his feet as Q charges at him from behind. She grabs hold of Jacob’s head and bounces it off of the turnbuckle once and then twice! Q then steps back toward the center of the ring and charges forward---crushing Jacob against the turnbuckle with a splash! Jacob falls to the mat as Q smirks. She turns around and begins to climb up to the top rope…
Taj: Despite her athleticism, I don’t know that I’d typically consider Q a high-flier…
America: Desperate times, desperate measures!
Q stands at the top and glares down at Jacob. She slowly shakes her head before she gets ready to leap off for a top rope legdrop! Before she can, however, Jacob gets enough of a second wind to pop up to his feet and shove Q out to the floor! Q hits the floor hard as the fans in the first row gasp! Jacob slumps against the ropes. He then rolls out to the floor to take the fight to Q despite the referee’s insistence that he remain in the ring.
Taj: Good things almost never happen out there!
America: I mean...I always enjoy it when matches go out to the floor!
Q tries to drag herself back up to her feet, but Jacob closes the gap between the two of them. He hits Q in the mouth with a series of elbow strikes before turning Q around and bouncing her head off of the guard rail! He does it a second time for good measure before smirking. He grabs a drink from a fan in the front row and throws it in Q’s face! Everyone (including the fan who is now down an overpriced drink) gasps.
Jacob Striker: You think I care if you respect me?!
Jacob slaps Q’s face and drags her away from the guardrail. He shakes his head and tries to set her up for The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion) on the floor! Q manages to avoid the attempt by landing on her feet behind Jacob! She creates a bit of distance between herself and Jacob. Jacob shakes his head and recovers, charging at Q and walking right into an overhead belly to belly suplex on the floor! Jacob struggles to bring himself back up to his feet. Q tries to wipe some of the liquid off of her face before cursing under her breath.
Taj: Jacob completely disrespected Q a few moments ago, and now…
America: Q looks like she’s ready to kill him! This could get…
Taj: Interesting?
America: I guess that’s one word you could use!
Q grabs hold of Jacob and drags him up to his feet. The referee continues to yell at both of the wrestlers as he tries to gain control. Q ignores the referee and brings Jacob over to the stairs. Q bounces Jacob’s head off of the stairs once and then twice! She then smirks as she grabs hold of Jacob and lifts him into the air. She stands on the steps with Jacob and gets ready to deliver Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex) onto the stairs. The fans hold their breath as Q asks Jacob, “are you scared of me yet?”
Taj: I can’t believe that Q is going to do this...oh no…
America: I know Jacob’s one of the toughest men in 1WM...but this won’t end well for him…
The referee finally seems like he’s had enough and grabs hold of Jacob, pulling him away from Q on the steps just before Q can plant Jacob. Q’s eyes go wide in annoyance as the referee goes through a litany of warnings for Q---pointing out that he’s been trying to get their attention for much longer than ten seconds, and that Q is lucky that the referee didn’t count him out. Q doesn’t seem to hear it as she begins to yell at the referee. Unfortunately, this gives Jacob the opening that he needs! Jacob runs forward and SLAMS Q’s head into the ring post! He does it a second time and then rolls Q into the ring!
Taj: I don’t know how Q can even know where she’s at after that!
America: I don’t like how the referee decided that he’s going to get involved after letting these two fight for so long!
Q groggily pulls herself back up to her feet---the look on her face making it clear that she’s just a bit loopy. Smirking, Jacob slides into the ring, grabs Q, and hits The Apocalypse! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Jacob Striker!!
Taj: Q may have gone a bit too far in trying to win this match, and in response…
America: The referee got overzealous and Q suffered because of it! Still, I told you earlier...there’s a reason that Jacob is one of the best!
Jacob exits the ring with the Heavyweight Championship in hand, laughing hysterically while doing so. Q shakes her head and pulls herself back up to her feet, cursing under her breath. The referee goes to check on her to make sure that she’s okay. Q immediately grabs hold of him and snaps off a Q’s Lament! Q glares down at the referee and yells “I’d have won if it wasn’t for you!” before exiting the ring herself.
Taj: What a match! What a night!
America: You can say that again but don’t.
At the entranceway stage, Jenn Drew runs through the curtain and hits Jacob with a steel chair. Jacob goes down like he's been shot!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Smirking, Jenn looks down at Jacob and then over at the World Heavyweight Championship belt..
Jenn Drew: Come to momma, my baby.
As Jen reaches down to grab the title, referees rush out and put themselves in between Jenn and the barely conscious Jacob. The ex-Champion explodes in anger that she was so close to having the title back in her hands.
Taj: Thank you fans for watching Legendary Twenty-four “Down Under”. We’ll see you next month at Legendary Twenty-five!
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