Legendary 26 (31 March 2022)

[Legal Department]

In the lower right corner of the screen, the words “Recorded Earlier” flash in white letters as the camera fades in on the Atlantic City BoardWalk. It’s fairly early in the morning, but there are still plenty of tourists out and about, some of which show no qualms about goofing off as they catch sight of the camera as they pass by.

The camera continues to pan around outside the Hard Rock Cafe until we see the shuttered Steel Pier amusement park in the distance. On a white-painted metal barricade sit the former 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels - Aurora and Damon Graves. Damon is clad in a pair of faded gray jeans with a black Iron Maiden “Legacy of the Beast” t-shirt, while Aurora is wearing black jeans with a Judas Priest “Defenders of the Faith” t-shirt. Damon is the first to hop down from the barricade, offering his hand to his wife as she follows. The couple take a few steps away from the barricade, taking in some of the sights before finally addressing the camera.

Damon Graves: A place like this… a lotta fun can be had in a place like this…

He has an almost wistful smile on his face, almost as if he was daydreaming, but the expression quickly fades into one of righteous indignation.

Damon Graves: But you know what isn't so much fun? Getting screwed outta our tag team championships. We busted our asses to wrench those titles from a pair of jackasses that literally poisoned the tag team division… So many top notch teams saw what the Kali Kartel was doing to 1WM and walked out on this company. But not us… we saw what this organization could be, so we dug in our heels and fought like lions to elevate the tag team division. And for a while, we thought our efforts were bearing fruit. Some new teams made their way into 1WM, and we looked forward to fresh competition.

Aurora’s face through her husband’s speech sours with each word from his mouth. Finally, as her face twists into a disgusted sneer, she speaks up.

Aurora Graves: Among the new faces, we even got a team that decided to make their return to the company; a team that we looked forward to facing. A team that we THOUGHT we could respect for what they’d accomplished in this business…

Damon Graves: Boy, were we fucking wrong…

Aurora Graves: With all the vacuous name-calling and totally unoriginal insults that you so-called “veterans” spit out, I had to stop and wonder whether or not I’d stepped through a time warp and was back in high school, but then again, I remembered that even the girls at MY high school didn’t sound that stupid.[

Damon Graves: More silicone than brains, dear….

A mild smirk momentarily takes form on Aurora’s face at her husband’s comment. She gives him some minor side-eye as she shakes her head.

Damon Graves: Vixens, you may think that what you pulled at Legendary 25 was a stroke of genius…

Aurora Graves: But you couldn’t be more mistaken. You see, we could have pulled a page out of Jacob Striker’s playbook and cried foul with the legal department over the outcome of the match… you know, how you pinned the person that wasn’t even legal in the match, and thus the pin shouldn’t have been counted, but we didn’t. Why? Because unlike Striker, we’re not a couple of whiny little bitches.

She scoffs.

Aurora Graves: We prefer to handle our business differently… not in the board room, but in the ring. No, we’re not going to sit there with a bunch of suits talking about why what happened to us was pure bullshit…

Damon Graves: …and tonight, at Legendary 26, the bullshit ends. Ya see, just because we aren't frothing at the mouth doesn't mean you haven't pissed us off. And since you don't have two other teams to hide behind, you've got our full attention.

Aurora Graves: Tonight, we remove all doubt as to who the TRUE 1WM Tag Team Champions REALLY are. See you in a few hours, bitches….

Aurora and Damon resume their walk down the board walk, but pause after a few steps to each throw up a middle finger before they walk away. With that, the scene fades out.

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Live from the Jim Whelan Boardwalk Hall
in Atlantic City, New Jersey

The arena comes to life and the Atlantic City 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 TO LEGENDARY TWENTY-SIX!!

America: We have an action packed show as per usual ready for you.

Taj: HEY! That’s my line.

America: Why are you even complaining about it? Are you paid by the words you say?

Taj: Whatever. In our first match of the night, we will see Strike 2 Kill going against two members of American Carnage, John Bannon and Jason Miller.

America: You and I both know that the other guy will probably be getting involved one way or another.

Taj: Part of me wonders what American Carnage is really capable after attacking random people and saying they are against the “renaissance” of Erick St. John?

America: While I don’t like either, at least they haven’t tried reinventing themselves and just turning into an entitled pri…

Taj: After that match Tim Brody and El Diablo Bianco will be going against Kali Kartel members Rieca Alejandro and Solomon Monster.

America: When was the last time Rieca and Solomon won a match… either tag team or singles? I can’t remember.

Taj: Well regardless of that this is surely going to be interesting.

America: What will be interesting is if Rei Park can take down Kelli Saint in the match after? Kelli is… volatile to say it nicely.

Taj: Rei has proven the odds wrong before, so I don’t see why this would be any different. She’s taken down tougher opponents before.

America: And it took her how many tries to do so?

Taj: Well the woman who dethroned her, Bianca Davis and her tag team partner Veronica Taylor will be going against Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer of the Shinigami Foundation. That’s going to be a fun one to watch for sure.

America: Those origami boys sure do like to talk the talk… but they haven’t been able to really walk the walk. My girls, The Pretty Committee, are going to show them how it’s done!

Taj: In our first of three championship matches, Mackenzie Roberts will be getting the shot she earned in a battle royal as she takes on Keon Suggs II for the Pride of 1WM Championship.

America: The other battle royal winner went on to win the Glory Championship… so there’s a lot of pressure upon Mackenzie to do the same.

Taj: And after that, The Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves, will be going against The Vixens, Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross, for the 1WM Tag Team Championships.

America: Justice and Brianna are the most undeserving champions I have seen since 1WM’s conception.

Taj: Well who knows what they’re capable of really.

America: You mean other than boring people with senseless ramblings on social media?

Taj: In the match before the main event, Q will be taking on former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion Jenn Drew in singles action.

America: Like her cohort Rei, Jenn is looking to get back on the track of being in the championship picture.

Taj: And she’s got a tough road ahead of her because Q is no easy feat.

America: Are we thinking of the same person here?

Taj: Regardless, people want to see the main event match more than anything given the situation that the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship has been in.

America: This title is supposed to be full of prestige, but these two chuckleheads are making a joke out of it. Arley Kirk did a lot for it and they’ve just tarnished all that hard work.

Taj: Hopefully we’ll have some sort of answers at the end of everything. So without further adieu, let’s get on with the show!

Debut Tag Team Match
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. American Carnage (John Bannon and Jason Miller)

The match starts off with Liam stepping into the ring for Strike 2 Kill and Bannon stepping in for American Carnage. Liam charges forward in an attempt to take the fight to Bannon, but the bigger Bannon cuts him off at the chase, nearly taking his head off with a clothesline. Banonn doesn't stop there, yanking Liam up and quickly setting him up for and hitting a gorilla press slam. The fans instantly start booing as Miles urges his tag team partner to get back up to his feet. Using the ropes, Liam struggles to get back to his feet as Bannon watches him like a predator stalking his prey. He starts running full steam ahead in Liam’s direction, but at the very last second Liam pulls the top rope down and Bannon takes a tumble over it onto the apron. Liam seizes the opportunity to start to mount an offense, hitting Bannon with a roundhouse kick directly to the ribs. He does this a few more times before being shoved off by Bannon who steps back through the ropes. Liam runs towards him, delivering a dropkick to the knee as Bannon hits him with a forearm smash.

Taj: It’s good to see the young team of Strike 2 Kill back in action in 1WM.

America: Yeah but American Carnage is looking to make sure that they’re not getting the warm welcome they may have expected.

Both men are slow to get up with their respective partners having their hands outstretched in front of them, wanting the tag to get into the match. Liam reaches Miles first and gets the tag. Miles comes running in as a stumbling Bannon reaches Miller and tags him in. Miller and Miles start brawling in the center of the ring, trading blows back and forth until Miller manages to hit a jumping leg lariat that drops Miles hard. Miller then quickly climbs the turnbuckle to the top before launching himself off for a frogsplash. Miles is able to roll out of the way and after getting up to his feet, hits Miller with a shining wizard as he gets up to a knee. He goes for a cover.

One…

Two…Bannon comes running in and breaks up the pin by clubbing Miles in the back before being chased off by Liam. [/color]

Both legal competitors get back to their feet, brawling once again with Miles eventually dodging a blue thunder bomb attempt from Miller before hitting him with an enziguri directly to the temple. Both Bannon and Conway then try to get into the ring, only to be met with a running dropkick (one foot to each) through the ropes by Liam as Miller looks on. Upon turning around, he’s quickly rolled up by Miles.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here are your winners… Liam Richardson and Miles Watson… STRIKE 2 KILL!

Taj: OHMIGOSH! Liam and Miles pull it off!

America: WHAT THE FU---

Conway and Bannon quickly dispose of Liam by hitting him in the stomach with a stiff knee (Conway) before Bannon drives him into the steel ring steps! They then quickly slide into the ring and take down the celebrating Miles, pummeling him with blows as he crouches down in the fetal position.

Taj: What an act of cowardice by Conway and Bannon!

America: I don’t see cowards, Taj. I see two proud warriors that are looking to right a wrong against two cheaters!

Taj: Strike 2 Kill didn’t cheat whatsoever!

The boos seem to get louder as The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, casually walk out onto the entranceway stage. The brothers, chains draped over their necks, stand and look down at the ring. Miles has managed to make it back into the ring but Bannon boots him to the canvas as he comes through the ropes.

Taj: The Headhunters have returned to 1WM after a near six month absence!

America: It’s about damn time!

Taj: There is no secret that The Headhunters and Strike 2 Kill have been waging a war with each other in Grapps Official with Liam and Miles going as far as beating down Eric and Dexter with steel chains.

America: Oh it’s time for some get back now then!

As if on cue, the Headhunters remove the chains from around their necks and bolt down to the ring. The brothers slide into the ring and instantly bash Bannon and Conway with the chains!

Taj: THE HEADHUNTERS HAVE ATTACKED AMERICAN CARNAGE!

America: But they’re still going to attack Strike 2 Kill right?

American Carnage slide out of the ring just as they are joined by their third member, Jason Miller. They are poised to get back in the ring to take the fight to the Headhunters but think twice as Liam and Miles stand up next to Eric and Dexter. The crowd explodes in cheers.

Taj: American Carnage are thinking twice as they see the Headhunters and Strike 2 Kill standing united in the ring!

America: I…think….I’m…going…to be….sick….

As Legendary returns the lights in Boardwalk Hall fade down to almost black as the entrance way is hued in blood red lighting as the image of a samurai helmet with a gas mask done in black and white appears on the video wall as a rapid bassline starts to echo throughout the arena.

America: What the hell is going on here?!

Taj: I don't know, America. I really don't...but it could be interesting at least?

A little in the a red
Patience wearing thin
They couldn’t comprehend
That we never would give in
Shortcut to the end
Never paid the toll
Stumbled in the lions den
While looking for the rabbit hole

Suddenly the lights in the arena flare back to normal as four men walk out onto the entrance way which makes the crowds in New Jersey explode with a heavy mixture of cheers and jeers as "Tidal Wave" by Slowburn continues to play.

Taj: What in the hell?! What is Wil Pierce and the Mechanical Animals doing here in One Wrestle Movement?!

America: I don't know but this isn’t Pro Wrestling Nova where they are signed!

We won’t go quietly
Into the night you’ll see
We are the tidal wave
Ready to wash you away
So throw your hands up high
And light the fuse inside
We are the tidal wave
We’ve come to wash you away

Ego to your chin
Joker with a grin
Still can’t comprehend
How you thought that you could win
Creep disguised in armor
Just another clone
Shut up and listen, It’s over
You’ll never claim your throne

The MA makes their way down to ringside with the "Albert Wesker of Luchadores" stopping at the commentary table for a moment to nod in approval at both Taj and America before he joins his "merry band of misfits" in the ring as Piero hands him a mic as the music fades into the nothing.

Wil Pierce: You people....you know who we are. But you don't know why we're here...and that's just fine with me because sometimes it's the devil that you don't know that has the most fun. But for those of you who don't know who we are, allow me to introduce the gang. Because right now in this ring you have the Order of No Quarter themselves, the bastard sons of anarchy, and the OGs of the Doctors of Chaos...Piero, Raijin, Dominic, and myself, Wil. The MECHANICAL ANIMALS!!!

Once more the heady and heavy mixture of cheers and jeers explodes from the Jersey crowds and the group in the ring seem to soak it in like there is no tomorrow and Wil waits for the noise to die down before he continues.

Wil Pierce: Now I just to set the record straight on something, me and the gang here are not here to cause trouble tonight. No, you see we made reassurances to various powers that be that we would not be starting shit unless someone starts shit with us first. So, we're just here to enjoy the mayhem and knock back a few cold ones, but to all you boys and girls in the back...if anyone of you were to come out here and mess up my nice new Jotoro Club t-shirt with some of your bullshit, then by all means the gloves will be off and we will paint the Jim Whelan Broadwalk Hall in every shade of this roster. But we'll behave, I mean during Pro Wrestling Nova's last pay per view your Erick Saint John behaved...so it's only fair that we return the favor, yes?

Taj: For those unaware, our very own ESJ competed in PWN against their president Chris Slayton.

Wil then motions for his crew to follow him which they do as Wil returns the mic to the commentary table.

Wil Pierce (w/o mic): Thank you for the use of the mic, ladies.

Wil then joins the rest of the MA sitting front row at ring side as two men in suits hand him a bucket of popcorn and a drink before he sits down.

Taj: I guess The Mechanical Animals are our special guest tonight here at Legendary Twenty-six?

America: More like paid customers.

Tag Team Match
Tim Brody and El Diablo Blanco vs. Kali Kartel (Rieca Alejandro and Solomon Monster)

Diablo and Solomon start off the match for their respective teams, locking up in the center of the ring in typical fashion, shoving each other back and forth a few steps before Diablo is tripped by Solomon. The grizzled veteran quickly hits Diablo with a double axe handle smash, nearly knocking him out cold. Solomon paces around Diablo has he gets up to his feet, looking to hit another smash when it’s blocked by Diablo who executes an arm drag. Both men are quickly back to a vertical base before Diablo hits Solomon with a dropkick that sends him into the corner. Diablo follows him and hops onto the turnbuckle to hit Solomon with 10 punches in the corner. He goes to hop down afterward, but Solomon catches him and drives Diablo backfirst into the mat with a wickedly hard powerbomb.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!

Frustrated, Solomon pulls Diablo up upon where he is met with a dropkick that sends him stumbling back a few steps. Solomon decides that’s enough and tags in Rieca who quickly flies across the ring, jumping onto the ropes and using the leverage to hit Diablo with a springboard corkscrew armdrag. Diablo flies across the ring, landing close to his own corner and allowing Tim to get tagged in.

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD![/]

America: You…have…to…get….a…new….catchphrase….

Tim and Rieca’s battle starts with Tim ducking Rieca’s clothesline attempt and instead hitting her with a snap suplex. He pulls her up to her feet and she kicks him in the knee, bringing him down to a kneeling position. She goes for a dropkick but he swats her away, instead hitting her with an elbow smash before lifing her for a military press drop. He bends down to pick her up and is caught off guard as she rolls him up. He kicks out before the referee can start the count.

Both competitors scramble to get away from the other, creating space between them. This allows Rieca to charge forward, hitting Tim with a rolling cutter before he can hit her with a move. He gets back to his feet, only to be met with a big dropkick from Rieca. She then drags him out to the center, signaling Solomon who charges across the ring, taking out Diablo as she hits Volteando tu mundo (sunset flip powerbomb)!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here are your winners… Rieca Alejandro and Solomon Monster… the Kali Kartel!

America: And just like that…all is right in the wrestling world. I guess El Diablo can truly focus on his precious Splat! Multiuniversal Championship match coming up in two weeks at Glory!

Taj: I might have to agree with you, America. El Diablo may have actually been looking past this match and it may have cost it for him and Tim.

Streaming LIVE on Splat! Network
April 15th, 2022

Singles Match
Kelli Saint vs. Rei Park

There’s clearly no love lost as both women stare at each other across the ring before meeting in the center of the ring. Rei is clearly pissing Kelli off, speaking in a mixture of Korean and Japanese before Kelli rocks her with a hard slap across the face! Rei responds by hitting Kelli with a Mongolian chop, following it up with a running 180 degree facebuster. Still on her knees, Rei is clearly seething and she grabs a handful of Kelli’s hair as they get up to their feet. Kelli swats Rei away, trying to hit an elbow smash… however Rei is able to duck underneath it and instead hits Kelli with an elbow smash of her own… this one of the discus variety. She then hits Kelli with a takedown and the two brawl on the mat like a couple of street cats!

Taj: Rei is really bringing the fight to Kelli!

America: She might as well since she’s done jack all leading up to this match to promote it. The Little Engine is lucky that matches aren’t based off of promotion because she’d be straight mollywhopped!

The referee manages to split the two and Kelli is the first one to get back into the swing of things, booting Rei in the stomach before hitting her with a spinning neckbreaker. But she is clearly adamant about ending “the little engine that could”, locking in a reverse chinlock with scissors. Rei screams out as she tries to break free, but Kelli seems to be unrelenting. Somehow though, Rei is able to get a foot on the bottom rope narrowly by balancing the toe of her boot on it long enough for the referee to notice and force Kelli to break the hold. Rei sputters as Kelli reluctantly backs off.

Rei gathers her strength together to get back to her feet, using the aid of the ropes to do so. Her face is red with anger as she breathes heavily, glaring at a smiling Kelli who has her arms stretched out to her sides. She lets go a primal scream before charging at Kelli, hitting her with a tilt a whirl headscissors, transitioning it into an arm bar. But Kelli was too close to the ropes and so Rei wasn’t able to keep it locked in for long before the referee tells her she has to release it. Angered, Rei quickly gets back up to her feet, waiting for Kelli to do the same before hitting Fire Soul (gamengiri)!

Taj: OHHH!!!!

Rei breathes heavily as she paces around Kelli before lifting her up. She then struggles to lift Kelli up before she eventually is able to hit her with Burning Mandala (spinning brainbuster)!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… Rei Park!

America: GODDAMNIT!

Taj: A hard match but Rei pulls it out in the very end!

The referee raises Rei's hand in victory, the crowd showing their support for her. This continues for a few seconds longer. The crowd then goes eerily silent. Rei looks around to see why and is hit with Playtime’s Over (bicycle kick)! The fans boo but Kelli doesn't seem to mind. She pulls the former Pride Champion up and sends her back down to the back with a thunderous No Laughing Matter (corkscrew Death Valley Driver)!

Kelli Saint: Now run your little ass to New Frontier Wrestling to hide!

Kelli slowly makes her way to the back, seemingly amused by the response that she's receiving.

Mackenzie Roberts: Pride, is a funny word. But it is something that I have a lot of. It is something that I strive to have every day that I wake up. It is something that I NEED every day.

Mackenzie smiles as she looks at the camera. She has her wrestling gear on. She looks down as she finishes taping up her wrists. She throws the tap back in her bag and looks back up at the camera.

Mackenzie Roberts: Since I have been in this company I have won every damn match that I have been booked in. It has been a whirlwind because I never thought that I would have this opportunity again but I have and I am not going to let it go easy. To be honest I didn't think that I would be here. I didn't think I would have a chance at a title so soon. Here I am though facing Keon Suggs and I know that he is ready because of what he has said to me on twitter, but the problem is he is overlooking me. That will be his demise.

She smiles as she gets up from the chair. She starts to pace around the locker room.

Mackenzie Roberts: I have been through that my whole career. People thinking that they have me beat and that I won't put up a fight, and that is fine because I have beaten every single person that has said that. Now Keon might be different tonight he might beat me and keep his hold on the Pride title and I get it. I can't sit back though and let it happen. I have to put up a fight and I will. No matter what is thrown my way I will always try to get up. I will always look in the mirror and say that I have given it my best shot.

She takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes.

Mackenzie Roberts: I do want to win. I do want to feel gold in my hands again. Keon, saying that he has already beaten me has lit a fire underneath me. We all saw what Kelli said to me and how I got lucky that I beat her, I guess it was spilt juice on her part. I just hope my "luck" continues. I want to be the Pride champion and I will fight to get that. Good luck to Keon, he will need it he is overlooking me. Now it is time for me to pass him by so he can look at me and know that I'm here in that ring and still undefeated.

Tag Team Match
The Pretty Committee (“First Class Mean” Veronica Taylor and “Queen B” Bianca Davis) vs. The Shinigami Foundation (Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer)

Taj: This next match should be a good one, America.

America: You better believe it! My girls Veronica and Bianca are about to straight up humiliate Thomas and Alex!

Before the bell can finish ringing the Pretty Committee rush across the ring and launch themselves into dropkicks at Thomas sending him falling against the ropes. Alex throws a big punch at Veronica. She ducks and Bianca gives him a jumping sidekick. Alex falls back against Veronica and she takes him down into a backslide.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Bianca leaps for a big jumping sidekick at Thomas but he catches her and spins into a sitdown powerbomb!

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!!

Alex and Veronica stand up and as she goes for a big spinning back fist, Alex ducks and elevates her up into a back body drop that sends her over the top rope to the floor! Veronica lands in a stunned heap as Alex moves in on Bianca with Thomas. Shinigami Foundation pull Bianca to her feet and hooks her in a double front facelock. They nod and fire her over in a double snap suplex! Bianca sits up clutching at her back. Thomas drills her almost immediately with a nasty dropkick to the back. Bianca falls over and Alex gives her a big senton splash. He rolls off and Thomas drops a leg. Alex steps out to the apron in his corner while Thomas hooks her leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

THR…VERONICA PULLS THOMAS OUT TO THE FLOOR!!!

Bianca gets up and gives the unsuspecting Alex a big chop from inside the ring over the top rope.

Crowd: WOO!!!!

Alex falls back against the ring post, barely managing to hold onto the top rope to keep himself on the edge of the ring. Bianca grabs the top rope and slingshots herself over for a suicide dive out onto Thomas while Veronica dives into the ring. Alex pulls himself back into proper position and Veronica delivers a dropkick to the face that sends him flying off the edge to the floor!

Bianca pulls Thomas up and runs him into the ring, diving in after him. Veronica motions at him to stand up. Thomas staggers to his feet and Veronica drills him with a running knee lift. As he turns from the impact, Bianca comes through with her Beautiful Boot (big boot)! Bianca covers him while Veronica executes a tope con hilo over the corner out onto Alex!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Veronica gets back to her feet and rolls into the ring. Within seconds, Pretty Committee rolls Thomas over and slapped on a camel clutch/figure four double team move. Thomas cries out in pain as Alex staggers up on the floor. He grabs a chair and dives into the ring. Bianca sees him coming, releases her end, and grabs Veronica by the arm. Pretty Committee escape the ring with Alex swinging wildly to save his partner.

Taj: That was completely uncalled for!

America: Damn right, sore loser!

Taj: Sore loser? Veronica and Bianca were trying to injure Alex’s partner!

Torres: Here are your winners….Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis….The Pretty Committee!!

The fans in the sold-out Jim Whelan Boardwalk Hall are booing loudly after the result of that match. ”Savage (Remix)" by Megan Thee Stallion feat. Beyonce is blaring on the public address system as the two women hug each other proud before yelling at the referee to make his way up the rampway with them and raise their hands high up in the air.

America: Those are my girls, look how beautiful they are! Go Queen Bee! Go Veronica! I’m so proud of them!

Taj: That was disgusting! What a horrible way to end a great tag team match!

Pretty Committee do matching Ls on their foreheads to symbolize the word “loser” to the Shinigami Foundation. As they push the referee away from them yelling at him not to touch them, they pose smugly together blowing kisses all over. Veronica takes out her cell phone and they begin to take selfies together as they walk around the entrance stage soaking in the negative reaction. The Pretty Committee do matching regal waves as they duck face the camera and the cell phone. They laugh loudly as they take even more selfies.

Taj: This is just obnoxious!

America: Why are you complaining? I can't wait to see those selfies on Instagram tonight!

The obnoxious duo after taking different angles of selfies around the arena and taking the time to taunt the fans, soon make their way up to the ramp with their arms high in the air. As they point and laugh, they blow more kisses toward The Shinigami Foundation before getting into it with more fans as they head to to the back.

As the Pretty Committee's theme continues to play, Alex Slayer looks over at his partner Thomas Bane who is slowly pulling himself up to his feet after eating the pin before Bane quickly tosses a look over at where the Mechanical Animals are sitting.

Taj: What's going on here? Does Bane think that the Mechanical Animals are going to jump them?

America: I don't think so, Taj. I think it's going to be something worse.

At the glance from Bane, Wil looks over at the two men in suits who slowly slide over the guardrails followed by Dominic Nightshade who quickly slide into the ring. Piero hands Wil a mic before he stands up and coughs hard into the mic, getting everyone's attention.

Wil Pierce: Alex, my dear Alex?

Alex hears his name being said and then he looks around before finally spotting Wil standing at ringside with a mic in his hands as the hard-cam at the entrance way quickly shows us the Pretty Committee stopping to see what's going on as their music suddenly cuts out before the camera cuts back to the ring.

Wil Pierce: Alex, you something? I respect you kid...you got a certain style and moxy, but to be honest...you're as dry as toast being left out in the dead center middle of Death Valley in the dead middle of summer. So I gotta say, I think your time is up sir.

Alex looks on confused at Wil's words as the "Stardust Genius" then hands the mic back to Piero before holding his right hand up with his thumb extended upwards...before he slowly turns it downwards at which point both of the men in suits suddenly explode into motion and start brutally beating down Alex Slayer with Thomas Bane joining them in the beat down as Dominic simply prowls near-by.

America: Are we watching the destruction of the Shinigami Foundation right here?! What about David Belmont and Amanda Belnades, aren't they...

Suddenly the crowds explode as both the just mentioned wrestlers suddenly hit the ring and then slide into the ring quickly moving to break up the assault on Slayer.

Taj: Finally Alex Slayer has somebac...

Before America can even finish, Amanda quickly hits the Limit Break on Slayer that catches him squarely on the jaw that drives the "Dead Space Reaper" backwards to David who quickly catches him and hits a half-nelson suplex that drills him hard into the mat before the two then join in on the beating on Slayer.

Taj: We are watching the destruction of the Foundation, America.

America: But what about Jacob Striker? Isn't he one of Slayer's running buddies?

Taj: That's a very good question but I assume that he's getting ready for hisWorld Heavyweight Championship match later in the show.

The camera then shows Piero in conversation with Wil at which point Wil smiles and nods at Piero who brings the mic up.

Piero: hehehe....hey Alex Slayer..nice BOOTS man!!!

America: The hell?!

Suddenly the two men in suits nod to each other as the taller of the two hauls up Slayer in a bear hug before he moves into position in front of the nearest turnbuckle before leaning Slayer out just enough that suddenly from out of nowhere, the shorter of the two men in suits suddenly flies from the top ropes, hitting a diving double foot stomp squarely onto Slayer's chest, driving him hard into the mat, leaving him a heap.

Piero: Okay, okay...enough games. Dominic and Eric, closing time gentlemen!!

The shorter of the two men in suits, Eric, smiles wolfishly before he walks over and hauls Slayer up into an Argentine backbreaker rack position as Dominic climbs up the opposite turnbuckle at which point Eric hits a stiff Burning Hammer followed by a moonsault across the back of Slayer, sending the other man's two hundred and seventy seven pounds hard across Slayer's back and shoulders at which point he lets out a sharp screech of pain before the group stands tall in the ring as the screen cuts to commercial

Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Mackenzie Roberts vs. Keon Suggs II ©

Torres: The following is the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

“CrushCrushCrush” by Paramore plays over the arena sound system as Mackenzie Roberts makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet seven inches…she is the challenger…MACKENZIIIIIIIEEEEEE ROBERTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Mackenzie has been on a win streak since coming into 1WM and it was at Legendary Twenty-five she emerged as the winner of the battle royale which gave her this opportunity to wrestle for the Pride of 1WM Championship.

America: Blah, blah, blah….

“Red Opps” by 21 Savage plays as Keon Sugg II, Pride title belt around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring 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….KEOOONNNN SUGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSS IIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Keon has made a huge impact in 1WM since his arrival. It hasn’t taken him long to establish himself as a formidable Pride of 1WM Champion.

America: Well he got lucky against my girl, Bianca, but I definitely agree with your assessment of him.

Suddenly the sound of random vehicles crashing into an immovable object plays strongly over the speaker system. The sights of buildings crumbling in the wake of a giant earthquake appear on the tron. The lights suddenly shoot to blackness and Kelli Saint appears standing at the top of the entranceway ramp.

Taj: What in the world is Kelli doing out there?

America: Looks like she’s coming down to the ring.

Taj: Kelli was just humiliated in her loss to Rei Park. I’m surprised she’s out here.

While Taj and America continue to discuss Kelli’s presence, Keon looks toward Kelli, who stops and stands at the bottom of the rampway. Mackenzie doesn't seem to be even slightly amused by Kelli being at ringside, as she instead tries to glare a hole through the Pride Champion. The referee looks at both of them, determining that they're ready to get started, and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Taj: If looks could kill.

America: Well, they don't!

Almost immediately after the bell rings, Mackenzie Roberts runs across the ring. She begins to hit Keon in the mouth with a few right hands, much to the delight of almost every fan in attendance. Punch after punch connects with the Pride Champ, who eventually succeeds in shoving Mackenzie away. Mackenzie stumbles a few steps before trying to get back on the attack. Keon wisely backs up toward the ropes and sticks his body through them---the referee calling for Mackenzie to back off. The fans boo loudly and an irate Mackenzie begins to pace back and forth. While she's pacing, Mackenzie turns her attention away from Keon for just a moment to glare at Kelli. Smirking, Keon suddenly closes the distance between himself and Mackenzie---hitting her with a hard European uppercut that sends Mackenzie staggering.

Taj: Although Keon is fairly new to this sport, he has really been bringing the pain to the veteran that is Mackenzie.

America: I’m not going to lie, Taj. I had some high hopes that Mackenzie would come into 1WM and be a major force. I mean, sure she’s been on a winning streak since stepping through the doors but she’s really been just…blah.

Mackenzie regains her balance rather quickly. Unfortunately, Keon Suggs II is ready, hitting Mackenzie with another uppercut. Keon then grabs hold of Mackenzie and pulls her in. He drives his knee hard into Mackenzie's ribs to get her to double over, then follows it up by taking her down to the mat with a side headlock. The fans start booing almost immediately at the slowed pace, though Keon ignores their reaction. He continues to apply pressure while keeping Mackenzie grounded. Mackenzie nonetheless continues to fight. She gets her feet under her and begins to stand---drawing quite a few cheers from the fans for her efforts. Keon looks rather annoyed by the fact and quickly brings an end to the effort---hitting Mackenzie in the ribs with an elbow shot, and then lifting her into the air for a back suplex! The fans begin booing once again.

Keon smirks in response to the boos. Meanwhile, Mackenzie wisely rolls over toward the ropes to try and make it back up to her feet. Keon looks almost disappointed by the fact. As soon as Mackenzie makes it back up to her feet, Keon steps toward her in hopes of keeping control of the match. Unfortunately, the challenger has other ideas. Mackenzie charges at the champ, hitting him with a clubbing blow that takes him off of his feet! The fans cheer as Mackenzie calls for them to get louder. Mackenzie then bounces off of the ropes and hits Keon with a second clubbing blow---this one also sending him down to the mat. Mackenzie then grabs hold of Keon and drags him back up to his feet. She hits with a few clubbing blows to the back to try and wear him down. She then tries to set Keon up for a suplex, but Keon blocks the attempt and keeps Mackenzie from lifting him into the air. Mackenzie tries a second time, only to once again have the attempt blocked. Keon then shoves Mackenzie away. Mackenzie is quick to regain her balance, but when she charges at Keon, she unfortunately walks right into a belly to belly suplex! The boos start up once again as Keon covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!

Taj: Mackenzie Roberts's aggression has served her well thus far, but it's hard to ignore the fact that Keon has been one step ahead of her.

America: It only looks like Keon's one step ahead of her! In reality, it's a lot more steps than that.

Keon Suggs II watches as Mackenzie Roberts tries to make it back up to her feet. When Mackenzie is halfway up, Keon suddenly picks up some speed and runs at her---hitting Mackenzie in the side of the head with a hard kick. Mackenzie crashes to the mat and Keon almost immediately gets on the attack. He drops a knee onto Mackenzie's head, and then a second one for good measure. The referee tries to give Keon a warning. Keon is clearly annoyed by the fact and it's actually the referee's warning that gives Mackenzie a chance to roll over to the ropes. Mackenzie uses them to try and pull herself back up to her feet, but unfortunately, Keon is able to close the gap between the two rather quickly. He lifts Mackenzie up and puts her onto his shoulders. Keon then steps toward the middle of the ring and delivers a rolling fireman carry slam! He covers once again.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: That was so close!

The crowd tries to make some noise in hopes of willing Mackenzie back into the match. In an effort to silence them, Keon grabs hold of Mackenzie and locks in a chinlock almost immediately---driving his knee into Mackenzie's back to cause her a bit more pain. Sure enough, the fans get restless from the second that the hold is applied. Nonetheless, Mackenzie continues to fight. She starts to make it back up to her feet in spite of the hold. The fans cheer and Mackenzie rewards them for their support by hitting Keon in the ribs with an elbow shot, and then a second, and then a third!

Keon has no choice but to release the hold. Mackenzie turns around and immediately nails Keon with a European uppercut of her own to knock him off balance. She follows it up with a second, and then grabs hold of the champ. Mackenzie shoots him across the ring and steps toward the middle of the ring. When Keon comes back on the rebound, Mackenzie connects with a tilt-a-whirl slam!

Taj: Mackenzie Roberts is typically thought of as a good striker, but it's hard to ignore a woman that can slam you like that!

America: Oh, calm down. It means nothing!

The fans, however, seem to disagree with America. They reach their feet and start to cheer Mackenzie on. Mackenzie quickly closes the gap and grabs hold of the champ to immediately start to wear him down with a rapid series of Muay Thai knees to the head! Keon tries to defend himself, but all he does is slow Mackenzie down a bit. The referee eventually comes over and pulls Mackenzie away from Keon. The fans boo the referee's interference. Mackenzie seems to listen to the referee's warning for a moment before suddenly walking right past him and grabbing hold of Keon. Mackenzie drags Keon up to his feet and steps toward the center of the ring with him. She hits Keon with a hard elbow shot to knock him groggy before spinning him around and snapping off a DDT in the center of the ring! The fans are going nuts as Mackenzie covers.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: These fans seem to think that Mackenzie is getting closer and honestly...I think I agree with them!

America: Well, of course you do, Taj! You never know what you're talking about!

Mackenzie wastes little time in taking advantage of whatever momentum she has. She steps toward Keon and immediately grabs hold of him, wrestling him into a front facelock. The moment that Keon begins to fight his way out of the hold, Mackenzie pounds away on his back with a few clubbing blows to wear him down. Keon continues to try and wrestle his way out of the hold, but eventually can't ignore the effects of the blows. Mackenzie tries to lift Keon into the air but Keon manages to escape her grasp before she can really set anything up. Keon lands on the mat behind Mackenzie, grabs hold of her, and lifts her into the air to deliver a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Keon looks almost annoyed by the fact that Mackenzie is continuing to fight. He nonetheless grabs hold of her and starts to bring her back up to her feet. This time, Keon spins Mackenzie around and kicks her in the ribs. He tries to set Mackenzie up for a fisherman suplex, but Mackenzie fights her way out of Keon's grasp. She keeps her grip on Keon and almost immediately sends him to the mat with a backbreaker! The fans are delighted once again, as Mackenzie waits for Keon to start stirring.

Taj: You get the feeling that Mackenzie wants to put this away?

America: Focus, Keon...you've got this...

Once Keon reaches his feet, Mackenzie runs at the ropes and tries to use them to his advantage. Before she can actually do anything, Keon charges at Mackenzie and knocks her out onto the floor. Mackenzie hits it hard and the fans boo. In the ring, Keon makes a show out of trying to go out to the floor to fight her---which causes the referee to get in his way.

Out on the floor, Mackenzie reaches her feet. She looks in the ring and sees the distracted referee. Mackenzie turns to step back into the ring when suddenly she notices Kelli charging at her from the corner of her eyes. Mackenzie turns and hits Kelli with a superkick! Kelli hits the floor hard and the fans are going absolutely NUTS!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

America: Mackenzie can’t do that to Kelli! Kelli wasn’t doing anything to get assaulted like that!

Taj: Are we watching the same match, America?!

Keon notices this from in the ring and shakes his head. Mackenzie slides into the ring, ready to fight. She charges at Keon and attempts to hit him with a superkick as well. Keon wisely ducks underneath the attempt. He picks up a bit of momentum and bounces off of the ropes---hitting Mackenzie with his Rocksford Knee (flying knee) when she turns to face him! The fans boo as Keon covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion….Keon Suggs II!

Taj: You have to have a ton of respect for what we saw out of Mackenzie Roberts tonight!

America: A couple of pounds maybe but not tons.

Keon Suggs is celebrating in the ring as the fans are booing at another successful defense of the Pride of 1WM Championship. As he holds the belt up high in the air, however, soon slipping in behind much to the crowds even louder displeasure is none other than the “Queen B” Bianca Davis.

America: Oh yes, this is about to get interesting!

Taj: Oh god what does she want now?!

Soon enough in one swift motion, Bianca smashes her scepter right into the leg at full speed as the boos get even louder. The former Pride of 1WM Champion stands over the fallen champion with a pleased smirk on her face however, she soon begins wacking him hard with it, again and again in the same leg she took out from under him. As the bell rings rapidly, referees come to try and stop her, but she holds them back with her scepter.

Taj: What’s this all about? Come on Bianca!

America: YES QUEEN! Bianca is sending a message to Keon and to everyone else!

Bianca continues the damage with the scepter, before stopping and posing a bit for the booing Atlantic City crowd who is not happy, some are even throwing popcorn into the ring. As she then motions for him to get up which he is slow to due to the damage to his leg, but once able to she greets him with the Red Bottom Bottom taking him back down. She now stands over the champion screaming at him.

Bianca Davis: You can’t duck me anymore Keon! I am taking back what is mine! I AM THE QUEEN AND PINNACLE OF THIS COMPANY!

The boos only grow louder as the haughty Malibu native looks down grabs the belt smirking before raising it high in the air, and doing her Queenly Wave. Queen Bianca then throws down the title right on top of him, as referees finally break it up as Bianca holds her hands up smirking evilly at what had happened as she blows a kiss down to the fallen Keon.

Taj: This is deplorable behavior even for Bianca. She should be immediately suspended!

America: Cry me a river, Taj! Wrestling is a contact sport and the Queen has made contact!

Before she can exit the ring, Mackenzie Roberts has regained her senses and tackles Bianca down to the canvas. Mackenzie immediately gains a full mount and begins to rain down fists upon Bianca! It doesn’t take long for a recovered Kelli to slide into the ring, grab Mackenzie from behind in a headlock, and drops her back with an inverted DDT! Security and officials flood down to the ring to break up the melee before it can become worse.

The cameras go backstage to a private dressing room. Inside the dressing room are the three members of the Renaissance: The Fallen Angels, Aurora and Damon Graves, and Erick St. John. The Fallen Angels are ring ready for their 1WM Tag Team Championship. Erick is still in his street clothes from earlier minus his shirt. A backstage worker knocks on their door and yells from behind it.

Backstage Worker: Fallen Angels! It’s go time!

The Fallen Angels look back at Erick to ensure he’s good being alone.

Aurora Graves: You good, E?

Erick nods in the affirmative as he takes his ring gear out of his duffle bag.

Erick St. John: Yeah, I’m cool. Just bring back those Tag Titles, alright?

Damon Graves: Most definitely. Long live the Renaissance.

Damon extends his arm in a closed fist. Aurora also extends her fist to join her husband.

Aurora Graves: Long live the Renaissance.

Erick follows suit and completes the circle with his compatriots.

Erick St. John: Long live the Renaissance.

They all share a moment of eye contact before the Fallen Angels break and exit out of the dressing room. Erick turns back to his gear and starts his pre-match warm up. He drops down to the floor and starts cranking out push-ups. After a few moments, the dressing room door opens. Stepping inside was Sandra Rose, his soon to be ex-wife. She stops and looks down at him.

Sandra Rose: Erick…

Erick recognizes Sandra’s voice and momentarily stops his push-ups.

Erick St. John: What are you doing here, Sandra?

The challenger for the 1WM World Title is annoyed by her presence, so he resumes his push-ups. Sandra can tell that she’s not wanted there as she looks down on him.

Sandra Rose: I came to talk to you…

Erick scoffs and as he continues his warm up.

Erick St. John: About? Another groupie on my social media?

Sandra looks down, before back up. She sighs softly.

Sandra Rose: No, not that. I..we need to get things finalized so you can be free…

The last comment doesn’t sit well with Erick. He actually stops his push-ups, sits back, and glares up at Sandra indignantly.

Erick St. John: So I can be free? Come on, Sandra. I’m not the only one seeking the freedom of divorce. Aren’t you and the Headhunters getting cozy now?

Sandra shakes her head no.

Sandra Rose: We are only hanging out Erick. I’m only wanting this because you want freedom. I never wanted this. I just…

She pauses while looking down again. The glare on Erick’s face can burn a hole through steel.

Erick St. John: You didn’t want this?! Didn’t you tell me that I had to make a choice? My career or having kids? Sounds like an ultimatum to me. And don’t give me the hanging out bullshit. Have you forgotten how we got together just hanging out in Europe? For all I know... you’re fuckin’ both of…

Erick can’t even finish the statement. The thought of Sandra and the Headhunters together makes Erick cringe in disgust.

Erick St. John: I just want to end this, Sandra. I finally got a shot at the World Title and you know what that means to me. So when do you want to finalize things?

Sandra Rose: I’m not fucking them Erick. You should know me better than that, but I guess not. I should have known it would come to this.

She shakes her head.

Sandra Rose: As soon as possible. That way this can be done and over with, you can chase after your dream that meant more than me.

Erick’s glare softens after her last statement. He looks down momentarily in embarrassment. He finally stands up and gives her more respect than when she entered.

Erick St. John: Sandra… I… It’s not that the World Title means more to me than you. But you married a professional wrestler. You know this business. It’s all I know after my parents died. And when the Kartel nearly ended my career, I was not going to let anyone take me out on their terms. When I finally hang it up, I’m going out on my terms. I thought you understood that. So when you cornered me into starting a family… I… I just can’t do it… not right now. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I have since the first day we met. I just can’t give you what you want…

Sandra shakes her head.

Sandra Rose: Yeah, I know the business, it’s why I know it will always be something keeping you from going out on your own terms. You will never be able to give me what I want, what I thought we both wanted. Now we are here….There’s no going back now.

Erick notices a single tear roll down Sandra’s face. He instinctively catches it and wipes it away. It’s the first time he’s touched her in weeks. He hated to see her cry. He brings her closer to him.

Erick St. John: I’m sorry, Sandra. I never meant to hurt you.

Sandra didn’t want to look at him, but she looked him in his eyes. She knew this was hard for the both of them.

Sandra Rose: But you did…Now..

Sandra looks down again, not knowing what to say anymore. She didn’t want to argue, but she also didn’t want to admit she was liking the closeness of him.

Erick St. John: Sandra…

Without thinking Erick takes Sandra into his arms. He holds her like he did before all of the drama. Sandra snuggles into him. They share a few moments until the door flies open and Aurora walks in.

Aurora Graves: Oh shit… I’m sorry! I forgot something!

Erick and Sandra break apart as Aurora grabs something from her bag. She covers her eyes with a smirk on her face.

Aurora Graves: I didn’t see anything…!

Erick tries to explain but no words come out before Aurora is out the door. Erick sighs and shakes his head.

Sandra Rose: I better go. Please let me know when you want to get together to sign the paperwork so I can let my attorney know it’s done.

Erick is still reeling from the embrace and Aurora catching them.

Erick St. John: Ummm… yeah. I’ll get back to you on that.

Sandra heads for the door but stops and looks back at Erick.

Sandra Rose: Good luck out there. Striker doesn’t stand a chance. It’s your time now.

Erick resigns himself to accepting her compliment.

Erick St. John: Thanks. I appreciate that.

Sandra exits the locker room and leaves Erick with his thoughts. He sits on the bench in front of the lockers and runs a hand back through his long hair and sighs.

Erick St. John: There’s no going back now… or is there?

1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Fallen Angels (Damon Graves and Aurora Graves) vs. The Vixens (Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross) ©

Torres: The following match is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!

The crowd pops.

Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides plays throughout the arena as Damon and Aurora Graves make their way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and forty-eight pounds….they are the ex-1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Damon and Aurora Graves….THE FALLEEEEENNNNNN ANGELLLLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

”Glycerine” by Bush plays throughout the arena as Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross, Tag Team Championship belts around their waists, make their way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-six pounds….they are the current reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross….THEEEEEE VIXENNNNNNSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This is going to be a GREAT tag team match for the Tag Team Championship!

America: Why do you say that, Taj? Are The Headhunters in this match too?

Taj: America, you know neither Eric or Dexter are in this match. This is between the ex-Tag Champs versus the current Tag Champs.

Damon steps into the ring to start things for his team, Aurora standing on the apron and urging the fans to show their support. They oblige as Justice steps out onto the apron for her team and tells Brianna to get things started. The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Brianna runs across the ring and immediately hits Damon in the face with a hard right hand. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Brianna then grabs hold of Damon and pulls him in. She drives her knee hard into Damon's ribs and gets him to double over. Brianna turns her attention toward Aurora and demands that she pay attention. She shakes her head as Brianna turns around to face Damon and is immediately planted on the mat with a Samoan drop!

Taj: That was probably the WORST possible thing that could happen to Brianna!

America: I'm the furthest thing in the world from a Damon Graves cheerleader, but...you can't just put him in a position where he can throw you around like that...

Brianna wisely rolls up to her feet to keep Damon from going for the early pin attempt. Damon closes the gap and blasts Brianna with an elbow shot to knock her groggy. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Damon then grabs hold of Brianna and tries to shoot her across the ring. Brianna reverses the attempt and stands ready and waiting for Damon on the rebound. Before she can do anything to Damon, Damon responds by throwing himself at Brianna and delivering a big shoulder block! Brianna crashes hard to the mat, but once again tries to pull herself back up to her feet---this time doing it with the help of the ropes.

Damon closes the gap between the two of them and hits Brianna with a right hand to knock her back against the turnbuckle. Damon then steps back to the center of the ring and charges forward, trying to throw his shoulder into Brianna's ribs. Brianna steps out of the way just in time, however, as Damon shoulder SMACKS into the turnbuckle. He steps back, clearly in pain. Brianna spins him around and delivers a flapjack to send Damon's face into the mat.

Taj: That would've hurt if Damon hit it!

America: Well, it definitely hurt because he didn't, too!

Brianna once again turns around and focuses her attention on Aurora. The fans boo Brianna.. Aurora tries to ignore her, but Brianna responds by grabbing hold of Damon and hitting him with an elbow shot. Brianna delivers a second and then a third. Brianna then turns again to say something to Aurora before refocusing on Damon---who responds by lifting Brianna onto his shoulder for a running powerslam! The fans are on their feet once again as Brianna rolls over toward her corner and pulls herself back up to her feet. Before she can do anything else, Justice tags herself into the match.

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!

America: Uggghh….

Justice shakes her head and keeps her eyes glued to Damon. Smirking, Damon steps toward Justice, hitting her in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third---though Justice shifts the momentum slightly by hitting Damon with an uppercut. Damon stumbles just a bit from the impact. Justice grabs him and wrestles Damon into a front facelock. The two briefly wrestle for the advantage, with Justice relentlessly deciding to use her knees to gain it. Damon drops down and seems to be losing the fight, with Justice not stopping for anything. A slight grin comes across her face as she then grabs hold of Damon's leg and tries to set him up for a fisherman's suplex. The fans boo almost immediately but before Justice can slam Damon to the mat, Damon shoves her away. Justice crashes hard to the mat. Damon quickly turns and looks at Aurora. The fans are on their feet in anticipation, as Damon hurries across the ring and tags Aurora into the match.

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD! And this place has just become unglued!

America: I find it hard to believe that anyone could be this popular ANYWHERE!.

The fans continue to show their support for Aurora as she runs into the ring. Justice practically dares Aurora to come after her. Aurora obliges and Justice tries to send her to the mat with a clothesline. Aurora ducks underneath it and continues to run. She bounces off of the ropes and just as Justice turns around to face her, Aurora hits her with a handspring back elbow! Justice crashes to the mat. She tries to make it back up to her feet, but Aurora's quickness allows her to hit her with a running dropkick! Justice crashes to the mat again. Aurora hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Aurora is on a roll and these fans are loving every second of it!

America: Of course they are...

Aurora can only smile at the support that she's receiving. She grabs hold of Justice as she tries to make it back up to her feet. Aurora seemingly tries to set her up for some sort of neckbreaker, but Justice responds by escaping her grasp. Aurora tries to hurry toward her again. Justice nearly floors her with a BIG European uppercut! Aurora drops to a knee, and though she's quick to make it back up to her feet, she's not quick enough to avoid getting sent to the mat with a rolling fireman's carry slam! The fans immediately start booing Justice. She ignores it and grabs Aurora by the hair, slamming her head once into the mat for good measure. She then grabs Aurora and starts to bring her back up to her feet, using her knees to great effect once again. After she has Aurora completely groggy, Justice smirks just a bit---leaving Aurora enough of an opening to send her stumbling back with an enziguri!

Taj: Aurora NEEDED that one!

Aurora drops to the mat and tries to recover for a moment. Justice shakes her head and uses the ropes to remain upright. Justice gets ready to charge at Aurora, but Brianna tags herself back into the match. Justice pauses and turns to look at her partner for a moment, seemingly in shock by what's occurred. This brief moment of shock proves to be a huge mistake, however, as Damon rushes into the ring and hits Justice with a huge clothesline to send her out to the floor!

America: Damn it, Brianna! That wasn't smart!

Brianna hits Aurora with a kick to knock her groggy before turning her attention back toward Damon. She hits the male Graves in the mouth with a right hand. Damon fires back with one of his own and then shoves Brianna away from him. Brianna stumbles. Aurora suddenly bounces off of the ropes and delivers a dropkick! The fans go nuts as Aurora climbs the turnbuckle while Damon lifts up Brianna into an electric chair position. As Damon holds her in position, he leans forward slightly as Aurora leaps off of the top turnbuckle and grabs Brianna’s head, drilling it into the mat with a DDT.

Taj: The Job Stopper!

Aurora hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winners of this match...AND NEW 1WM Tag Team Champions…Damon and Aurora Graves….The Fallen Angels!!!

America: MOTHERFU---!

Taj: The Fallen Angels have become the first team in 1WM history to be crowned two-time Tag Team Champions!

Once again, the arena showers Aurora and Damon with deafening support. The referee hands them the Tag Team title belts. The Fallen Angels leave the ring to celebrate their victory.

Singles Match
"Ya Girl” Q" vs. The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays as Q stomps down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at a weight of one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is Ya Girl…..QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn rew makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in tonight at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet tall….representing the Seoul Queens….she is a former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNN DREEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This could be a lot of fun considering just how talented these two are, though you have to wonder if Q's comments about Jenn annoyed her.

America: Are we REALLY in the business of trying to predict this woman's behavior? Because I don't think we'll succeed...

Ya Girl Q looks across the ring at Jenn Drew while waiting for the referee to call for the bell. Jenn briefly glares at Q in annoyance before skipping around the ring. Q raises an eyebrow in confusion and tries to make sense of her actions. The referee simply shakes his head and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Despite the match officially beginning, Jenn continues to skip around.

Taj: I don't think Q knows what to make of this.

America: Well, she better not take Jenn lightly. Despite her quirks, she's about as dangerous as it gets!

Q steps toward the center of the ring and tries to decide on how she wishes to proceed. Jenn finally stops skipping and heads toward the center of the ring as well. Q seems almost relieved that she'll be able to start wrestling. Suddenly, Jenn hits Q in the mouth with a vicious slap that echoes throughout the arena! Jenn laughs and starts to skip around once again. Unfortunately for her, Q doesn't seem to find things quite as amusing. Q reaches out and grabs Jenn by the hair, pulling her down to the mat. The back of Jenn's head smacks into the mat hard! Jenn suddenly pulls herself back to her feet and glares at Q. She begins to mumble under her breath---the look on her face suggesting that she's also anything but amused...

America: Damn it, Q! That was the worst thing you could've done...

Taj: At least now they might get to wrestle!

America: Like I said...

Q steps toward Jenn to try and get things started once again. This time, instead of merely skipping around, Jenn aggressively runs forward and blasts Q in the mouth with a forearm shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Q staggers back after each blow, but quickly regains his balance and tries to step toward Jenn. The former World Champion responds by leaping into the air and hitting Q in the mouth with a jumping knee strike! Q drops to her knees and tries to create a bit of space. Jenn happily skips toward her once again.

Taj: This woman has gotten so...strange...since losing the World Heavyweight Championship.

America: I'd be careful of what you say, Taj! She might hear you...

Jenn grabs hold of Q and tries to drag her toward the center of the ring. Q immediately tries to fight her way out of Jenn's grasp with a few hard shots to the ribs. Jenn staggers back from the impact of the blows and briefly doubles over in pain. She straightens herself up and shakes her head angrily. Before she can get aggressive once again, Q runs forward and takes Jenn off of her feet with a clothesline! Jenn staggers back up to her feet. Q begins to wear her down with vicious chops to the chest.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!

Each blow sends Jenn staggering back a bit. In an effort to fight back, Jenn runs forward and tries to nail Q in the mouth with a hard elbow shot. Q ducks underneath the attempt and grabs the Rebel Queen from behind. Q lifts her into the air and delivers a German suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: It seems like Q is beginning to learn how he can use some of Jenn's quirks to her advantage!

America: Yeah, but can you imagine what'll happen if she lets up for even a second?

Taj: Well, Q probably won't like it...

America: She DEFINITELY won't like it!

Ya Girl looks at Jenn who begins to pull herself back up to her feet. Q taunts Jenn by giving her the middle finger. Jenn glares at her angrily and then charges, which unfortunately for her, is exactly what Q wants her to do. Q steps forward and knocks Jenn groggy with an enziguri! Q then grabs hold of Jenn and kicks her in the ribs. She tries to set Jenn up for a move, but before she can even get her into position, Jenn spins out! Jenn grabs hold of Q's arm and plants her on the mat just seconds later with a hammerlock DDT! Q wisely rolls over to the ropes just enough that Jenn can't go for the pin attempt.

Jenn bounces off of the ropes while Q tries to make it back up to her feet. Before Jenn can do anything, Q lifts Jenn high into the air! She slams Jenn down to the mat seconds later with a flapjack! Jenn's face bounces hard off of the mat. Jenn slowly pulls herself back up to her feet, clearly groggy from having just been caught off guard. Unfortunately for her, that brief moment of grogginess is all that Ya Girl Q needs to deliver Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! Q rolls on top of Jenn and covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Ya Girl Q!!!

Taj: “Ya Girl” Q just beat a former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion! What a win!

America: Wow! I mean…just wow!

The backstage cameras find Erick St. John, fully dressed in his wrestling gear, heading to the back of the entrance set just before his World Title match. The expression on ESJ’s face is all business, eyes cold and steely. Butterscotch Monroe walks up to the First Among Equals with microphone in hand.

Butterscotch Monroe: ESJ… you are moments away from your highly-anticipated match against Jacob Striker for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. Any last comments before you head out to ringside?

Erick purses his lips slightly from under the hood of his sleeveless robe. He wets his lips with his tongue before he speaks; his voice calm and calculated.

Erick St. John: While I was out healing from the cowardly attack by a former member of the Kali Kartel, I had an epiphany, a paradigm shift if you will, of how I would approach the sport and business of professional wrestling upon my return. I returned at Massive 2 under the mask of Primus to call attention to this paradigm shift. Primus Inter Pares. Latin for *First Among Equals*. Regardless of whoever won the Massive 2 main event, I was going to change the status quo of this company by going after the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion. People were quick to judge my actions as a self-centered ego trip, and I admit that I love the spotlight, but from the very beginning my message upon my return was Primus Inter Pares. The First Among Equals. Something that Arley Kirk embodied yet champions like Jen Drew and Jacob Striker lack dearly. Being the World Heavyweight Champion isn’t just a personal achievement. It is the standard by which our company and sport is judged. The phrase *First Among Equals* means someone who is a member of a group who is officially on the same level as the other members, but who in fact has slightly more responsibility or power. The World Heavyweight Champion should be the First Among Equals in 1WM. Sadly, as of today, he still is not.

Erick pauses to allow his comments to sink in.

Erick St. John: Jacob Striker is most definitely World Title material. He’s earned his title in the ring and gained my respect. But the standard he sets for this company will not propel it back to its elite status before the decimation of the Kali Kartel and the Great Exodus. Striker is still too green to lead this company back to greatness. This is why I pledged myself to Primus Inter Pares. This is why tonight I will put everything on the line, mind-body-soul, to not only win the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship, but to raise the standard to a level not seen since Arley Kirk put this company on the map. It’s time for a paradigm shift, One Wrestle. I am the paradigm shift. I am the First Among Equals. And in a short while, I will be the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion.

Butterscotch nods in agreement.

Butterscotch Monroe: Thank you for your time, ESJ.

Erick heads towards the entrance area to make his ring entrance.

The screen cuts to the backstage area where we find Jacob Striker getting ready for his match as he tapes up his right fist as he still bears the marks of his Wrestleworld Territorial title defense the weekend prior, but he still looks just as ready to fight and as dangerous as normal.

Jacob Striker: Well here we are,Legendary Twenty Six and my showdown with Erick Saint John. The self proclaimed “Uncrowned”, a man who so desperately wants to be the face of this and he has said as much, but in the end I can’t fault him because after all I see something in One Wrestle Movement that marks it as a proud company and worthy of having its own future.

I just wish that going into this match, Erick would’ve spent more time focusing on the real opponent for this match which isn’t the OWM title but *me*. You see Erick, you came back to this company with an agenda and that agenda was to take the world title for yourself and force people to dance to your own little tune because you think that you know what’s best for everyone and if they don’t follow the rules and to fuck with those who want to do something else? That’s not called being the hero or trying to help a company;

That’s being called a “Tyrant”...the very thing that you came back as Primus demanding that we all fight against. I mean for fuck’s sake, you even referanced that I was one of them back before Jenni and myself had our match for my title at Massive.

Jake finishes up tapping up his fists before reaching down next to him to pick up and then holds up the One Wrestle Movement World’s Heavyweight championship.

Jacob Striker: Do you see this, Erick? This is the strap that you and I are both fighting for but while you are fighting for what glory it will bring you to highlight what your…”message” is for this company and what you think it should be going on into the future under you, I don’t make that distinction. No, you see Erick. I am the son and nephew of former NeWA World Tag Team champions and the younger brother of a former NeWA World Heavyweight champion. My entire family at one point or another was in that honored and respected affiliation of promotions and so while you’ve been at this for twenty years, good to you sir…but I was born to this, I was born to do this, I was born and raised to fight like the kind of devil that my father and uncles where before me…so when you talk about someone who cares about the history and honor of a promotion and it’s championships, then you are looking at one of the very, and I do mean *VERY* few souls in this company know that without question. But I’m not the kind of man who stands on his family’s legacy…no, I’m out here making my own path but I’ll be damned if I don’t lay everything out for you so that there is no misunderstanding that I understand at heart what you are wanting to do.

But then again while I don’t agree with how you’ve been doing stuff because of how many times I’ve seen other people pull that kinda shit from Graham Baker to Jacob Knight to Thaddeus Duke to David Tyrell to Mr. Dedede and CM Banks, you’re actually trying to forge your own path instead of following the bullshit that Solomon Monster keeps proclaiming is what the front office wants because he “knows what’s best for this company”. I can actually respect the Fallen Angels unlike the Headhunters or those other fucks that flock to Solo like he’s the second coming of Benito Muslini or something like that.

But in the end none of that matters tonight when that bell rings because the time for talking is *over* and tonight…all of your proclamations, dictations, presumptions, and statements that everything you say is the “Truth”, Erick, will melt away like ice upon lava before the honest brutality that is the *facts* that I bring to that ring each and every time that I stand in there, and yes…you did “beat” me once but that was only because of the most simplest of reasons that won’t happen again. You see this time, you aren’t coming in to jump my ass after I’ve fought a long and brutal war against someone who was going slightly nuts…no, tonight you are going to face off against me, fresh and ready to do whatever it takes in that ring to show you the error of your assumptions, Erick Saint John.

Jake then drapes his world title over his left shoulder, his eyes never leaving the camera’s.

Jacob Striker: Oh…and I know that your little “friends” have been rather vocal in their snide commentary about me. Well then, I invite them to come and try something tonight because while *I* will not do anything to dishonor this championship and I know that you in turn will return that respect, I trust your running mates as far as I can see them. So while your “Angels” might think that they are the rulers of the ring, the Animals are more than ready to devour their unholy flesh. And that goes for anyone that tries to dick with this match as well.

Jacob then stands up, grabbing his ring coat as he does so.

Jacob Striker: So come, Erick. I come bearing broken dreams and I’ve made one just for you, I hope that you enjoy it.

Jake nods before he leaves the room as the screen fades to black.

Broadcasting Live on Splat! Network April 15th, 2022

Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"First Amongst Equals" Erick St. John vs. "Straight Shooter" Jacob Striker ©

Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY TWENTY-SIX MAIN EVENT!

The crowd pops.

Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!

"Moonlight Sonata" by E.S. Posthumus blares as Erick St. John makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at a weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….representing The Renaissance….he is the challenger….the First Amongst Equals….ERICCCKKKKK STTTTTT. JOHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon plays as Jacob Striker, 1WM World title around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at a weight of 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….JACOOOOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This is a match that has been building since Massive Two!

America: The same Massive Two that Erick tried to cheat his way into a World title win?

Taj: Slightly distorted revision of history but yes that Massive Two.

The referee takes Jacob Striker’s World Heavyweight Championship and holds it high as the crowd cheers loudly in anticipation for this match. The referee hands it off and then calls for the bell which prompts both men in the ring to start slowly heading towards the center to meet up.

DING DING DING!!!

Jacob Striker surprises ESJ by holding out a hand and trying to convince him to shake it, but ESJ shakes his head, having none of that. Jacob shrugs and says something in response to ESJ before abruptly throwing a punch at the challenger. ESJ blocks it and throws a punch of his own, knocking Striker onto his back. The Champ looks almost amused as he rolls over to the ropes and gets to a knee. ESJ yells at Jacob to get up and face him but Jacob instead looks to the ringside area and rolls under the bottom rope for a breather. The crowd boos loudly in this lull at the start of the match.

Taj: Jacob seems like he’s in no rush to face Erick right now.

America: Erick is operating on Jacob’s time, not the other way around! He needs to understand that!

ESJ walks over to the ropes to go fetch Striker, but when he steps through the ropes, Jacob cleverly turns and throws a big European uppercut to his opponent’s chin! ESJ staggers for a moment. Jacob wheels around and clips the back of ESJ’s knee to make him collapse through the ropes, onto the apron, and then to the ground outside! Jacob lays on a flurry of kicks onto his downed opponent before rolling under the bottom rope and playing to the crowd only to receive loud boos. It doesn’t take ESJ long to recover and he slides into the ring. Jacob runs at ESJ the moment he stands and goes for a big clothesline, but the challenger was waiting and ducks the strike! He then runs at Jacob when he turns around and crushes him with a body tackle, flattening the champ to the mat! The First Amongst Equals then picks Jacob up and backs him against the ropes before hitting a hard chop to the chest, making him stagger to the nearest corner!

Crowd: WOOO!

ESJ, looking totally unamused by the Straight Shooter’s cheap shots on the outside, rains clubbing blows and punches to the New Yorker until the referee has to force him away. When ESJ goes to grab Striker in the corner, Jacob pokes him in the eyes! Jacob deftly grabs him by the head and slams him head first into the top turnbuckle! Striker hits ESJ with multiple clubbing blows to the back of his head before the referee makes him back off, which the Champ does with his hands mockingly raised.

Taj: These two men are not being gentle with one another!

America: They really have no love for each other, Taj, and that’s why this is going to be a great one!

When ESJ turns around, Jacob grabs him by his arm and pulls him out of the corner before starting to perform an arm twist. But Jacob manages to twist under his opponent and drops down to the mat to slam ESJ arm-first into the mat. Jacob quickly grabs ESJ by his shoulder and his wrist to keep him from getting up. He drops knee after knee onto the arm, trying to wear it down. Quickly, Jacob applies an arm bar, cranking back on the arm and shoulder as he lays back on the Los Angeles native’s back. ESJ writhes on the mat, struggling to break the hold somehow before using his strength to begin standing. As he stands, Jacob keeps the hold locked on before ESJ tries to bull rush him with a forearm. Jacob breaks the hold and blocks the strike before kneeing ESJ in the gut, grabbing onto his arm, and jumping down in an armbreaker! ESJ yells out in pain before Jacob applies an expert cross armbar, keeping more pressure on the arm of his opponent.

Taj: Jacob is attacking that arm with great ferocity!

America: It’s a part of the master plan! Jacob is going to wear down some of ESJ’s strength sooner rather than later!

ESJ struggles in the tightly applied hold before he is able to slowly roll onto his knees and his opponent is forced to break the submission. ESJ shakes out his arm and notices Striker trying to come at him again. The challenger ducks and throws Jacob up in a back body drop before shaking out his arm again. ESJ rips him to his feet before grabbing Striker in a belly-to-belly position and throws him over his head in a suplex! Striker holds his back in pain while rolling to the ropes, using them to help himself up. ESJ continues on the attack, running at him, and clotheslining him over the top rope! Jacob hits the thinly matted concrete hard! Meanwhile ESJ holds his arm, clearly noticing the pain it was in already as the audience gives the fan favorite their support.

Taj: The power of Erick St. James!

America: But can he keep that up with how much Jacob hurt his arm? That’s the question!

ESJ goes to the outside as the crowd cheers him on. ESJ grabs Jacob around his waist and drives him back first into the barricade! ESJ plays to the cheering crowd. This distraction is enough for Jacob to desperately run at ESJ and drive him back first into the ring apron. Jacob grabs the arm he’s been working over and stretches it around the ring post. Jacob puts all of his strength into it and puts a boot onto the post itself to crank back further on it! ESJ yells out in pain until the referee finally takes notice and tells Jacob to release him.

Jacob takes the opportunity to roll his opponent into the ring and follows after him. When he does so, he stomps on ESJ’s arm for good measure before picking him up and hitting a European uppercut! ESJ stumbles on his feet. Jacob grabs him by the leg and then lifts him up for a beautiful fisherman suplex! Striker keeps the hold in for a pinfall.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

ESJ kicks out with authority, but Jacob doesn’t let up for a second, grabbing him around the head and laying in punches onto him until the referee gets to a four count! He grabs ESJ from behind around the waist and hoists him back. ESJ hits Striker with an elbow to the face, making him stumble back. Jacob runs back at him and straight into a big powerslam! ESJ takes a moment to hold his arm before stomping down on Jacob’s chest and pulling him up to his feet. He shoves Striker against the ropes and as Jacob bounces back, he nails him with a shoulder tackle to the gut, making the champ fall over to the ropes in a slumped position. ESJ then grabs Jacob again and hoists him up in a suplex position. He takes a few steps away from the ropes and slams him down with a jackhammer! ESJ holds his arm briefly before going for the pin.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Just when Jacob thinks he has the advantage, Erick busts out something like that!

America: This is according to Jacob’s plan…at least I hope so.

ESJ once again stands and this time walks over to the other end of the ring, rolling his hurt arm and signaling for the end to the match! ESJ waves on Jacob, who stands slowly. When Jacob turns around, ESJ runs right at him and goes for My Redemption (sweet chin music superkick), but the champion manages to duck the decapitating blow. He grabs ESJ’s bad arm with an arm wrench! Jacob then uses all of his strength to run ESJ forward and slam his shoulder directly into the nearest ring post! ESJ holds his shoulder in pain but that doesn’t stop Jacob from pulling him out of the corner by his tights and dropping him back in a German suplex with a bridge!

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Jacob did his homework!

America: And that’s why he’s winning this match!

ESJ instantly holds his arm and shoulder in pain, but Jacob gives him no respite. He pulls him up, holds ESJ’s arm behind his back, lifts him up, and hits a falcon arrow, landing ESJ’s weight on top of his bad arm! Jacob pulls ESJ into a sitting position and locks on a keylock submission hold! ESJ yells out in pain and frustration, but Jacob is able to keep the hold locked in tight. Every so often, he releases some weight off of it to hit ESJ in the back of the head and taunt him, which only makes ESJ angrier!

Erick St. James makes his way to his feet and with his free arm throws a punch in the belly of his opponent. Jacob holds onto the hold and ESJ hits him again. Jacob releases the hold and then proceeds to rake the eyes of his opponent. ESJ staggers back as the referee admonishes Jacob. Striker ignores him in favor of rushing forward, grabbing ESJ by his head and smashing it down onto his knee with a facebreaker knee smash! ESJ springs up and nearly collapses, but Jacob makes sure to take him down by hitting Ruffian Kick (discus big boot) on ESJ’s bad arm! Jacob goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Taj: I thought that was it right there!

America: Jacob is just wearing him down! Erick won’t last too much longer!

Jacob shakes his head in mild frustration and starts to bring ESJ to his feet yet again. ESJ counters by breaking Striker’s hold and throwing a bunch of punches at Striker’s face with his good arm, rattling the champ. ESJ then runs to the ropes and hits a clothesline with his healthy arm, knocking Jacob down! Striker gets back up shortly after and ESJ nails another clothesline on him! Jacob is slower to get up this time and walks right into a big Samoan drop from the challenger! The crowd goes wild as ESJ holds on for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

ESJ stands and hits a quick leg drop, stunning his opponent. ESJ waits for Striker to stand and then lifts him up over his shoulder. He goes to hit a powerslam, but Striker is able to wriggle out and shove ESJ to the ropes! ESJ catches the ropes and Striker hits a big European uppercut to the back of his head. ESJ leans against the ropes. Jacob ducks under the middle rope onto the apron before grabbing hold of the challenger’s bad arm and leaping off the apron, snapping his shoulder over the top rope! ESJ bounces off the rope and roars in pain, holding his shoulder and rolling on the mat. Jacob looks satisfied with himself and taunts a few members of the crowd at ringside before getting back into the ring. The crowd boos loudly as Jacob pounces on top of ESJ and uses his wrist tape to rub on the eyes of his opponent! The Champ stands and kicks ESJ in his head, taunting the crowd once more. He grins broadly as the crowd yells their disapproval.

Crowd: Striker sucks! Striker sucks! Striker sucks!

Taj: Jacob is certainly feeling much more confident at this point, although his tactics are questionable.

America: You would think this crowd would show more respect for such an incredible champion like Jacob compared to Erick! Jake’s been working over Erick’s arm to perfection this whole match!

Jacob applies a crossface chickenwing on ESJ’s bad arm and shakes him back and forth, laying in all his weight! ESJ manages to gut it out and struggles in the sitting position in the hold. ESJ looks like he’s in incredible pain.

Crowd: Let’s go ESJ! Let’s go ESJ!

This manages to give ESJ just a little more strength so he can force himself to his feet. Striker holds onto the hold as ESJ throws an elbow to the champion’s midsection. And then another, but Striker just cranks the hold on tighter with all of his strength. ESJ then lets out a yell and whips his head back, catching Jacob in the face! Jacob releases the hold. ESJ is able to take a few steps back and nails a big boot to Jacob’s face! The crowd goes wild and ESJ holds his arm in agony. He does a rarity for him and then heads over to the top rope, noticing Jacob barely moving on the ground.

Taj: Erick must be feeling desperate right now! He’s heading to the top rope!

America: Come on, Jacob! You’ve been playing this perfectly so far! Don’t let that fraud Erick get back into this match!

Striker slowly stands up and staggers to his feet. ESJ looks ready to leap off, but when Jacob turns around and notices ESJ on the top rope, he immediately runs to the corner that ESJ is squatting in, jumps onto the second ropes, and hits a giant European uppercut that cracks ESJ in the mouth. Jacob briefly leans against ESJ before hopping down to the mat and grabbing the hunched over ESJ by his head. He starts to rain him with a mad flurry of European uppercuts! Jacob seems like he’s never going to stop before finally looking like he’s tapped out. ESJ is perched on the top rope, looking like he’s about to pass out. Jacob reaches over and grabs the First Amongst Equals by his bad arm and yanks hard on it. As he does so, Jacob spins and nails a modified Irish whip! The crowd goes hushed as Jacob goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…SHOULDER ROLL!!

Jacob exclaims in frustration, looking livid as he starts to lay in punches on the struggling challenger until the referee pulls him off!

Taj: Erick St. James just kicked out!

America: That’s impossible! How?! How?! Get on him again and hit him another time, Jacob!

Jacob stands and gives ESJ a venomous look before forcing ESJ to his feet again with some effort. He nails the challenger with a big European uppercut before whipping him to the corner! Jacob immediately follows after and hits ESJ with a running European uppercut almost after he hits the turnbuckle! Jacob runs back to the other side of the ring and then runs right back at ESJ to try and hit another European uppercut on him, only for ESJ to nail My Redemption that sends Jacob straight to the mat with great impact! The crowd erupts in a mass of cheers. ESJ is on his knees, holding his arm, looking in absolute misery as it looks like it took a lot out of his resistance to pull off the move. Nonetheless, ESJ goes for the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Taj: I don’t know what it was but Erick either couldn’t get the full power out of the move as he usually can or the pain in his arm kept him from going for the cover! But Jacob managed to kick out!

America: As much as I hate it, Jacob is not losing this match! He won’t! There’s too much riding on the line for him!

Both men lay on the mat, with ESJ looking on in pain and frustration, trying to think of a game plan for this match.

Crowd: Let’s go ESJ! Let’s go ESJ!

Shaking his head, ESJ stands up, trying to force Jacob up to his feet. ESJ lifts Jacob up for the Humble Thyself (crucifix driver) struggling to hit the move. As he goes for it, Striker slips out in front of ESJ and then nails a single-arm DDT on ESJ’s bad arm. The Champ goes for the cover again.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

The crowd goes wild! Jacob slaps the mat in a rage and then yells at the referee. He grabs hold of ESJ and tries to lock in The Jagged Edge (Jake does a stepover armbar before locking his opponent into a hybrid Anaconda Vice/Rear Naked Choke submission)!

Taj: This is it! If Jacob locks in the Jagged Edge, I don’t think Erick will be able to win this!

America: You’re so close, Jacob! So close! Come on! Lock it in!

ESJ somehow manages to try fighting out, doing anything he can to keep Jacob from locking in the submission! The crowd is white hot as the two vie for control. ESJ suddenly finds himself a surge of strength and pushes both him and Jacob to their feet! Erick St. James uses all of his strength to hoist Jacob up for HUmble Thyself and snaps it off, slamming Striker to the mat with great impact! The crowd absolutely loses their minds! ESJ slumps on the mat, holding his injured arm! It takes a few seconds for him to go for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

The crowd becomes deafening as Erick St. James’s theme song hits!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Taj: Erick St. James did it! By God, Erick St. James did it! He took everything that Jacob Striker had and managed to pull off the win! ERICK IS THE NEW 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

America: I… I can’t believe it… Jacob lost… He had the perfect plan and Erick somehow managed to use that arm of his to fight back! That’s… that’s impossible!

Torres: And the winner of this match….AND NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion… Erick St. James!

ESJ rolls off of Jacob. The crowd cheers for their new victorious World Champion and the referee holds up ESJ’s uninjured arm in triumph! ESJ keeps it held up as the referee goes to collect the World Title and hands it over to ESJ! ESJ takes the title and stands, holding it up high for a moment before immediately going back to nursing his injured arm, looking extremely happy despite the total pain he’s in!

ESJ continues to celebrate, playing to the crowd while still holding his hurt arm, and the crowd doesn’t sound like they’re ever going to stop! ESJ continues to look happy while Jacob rolls to the corner and demands a microphone. Jacob takes the microphone, actually smiling before laughing into it.

Taj: What is Jacob doing?! Why is he smiling?!

ESJ looks over with a confused look on his face, not expecting this from his opponent. Jacob then starts to speak as he pulls himself up with help from the corner.

Jacob Striker: Cut the music!

As ordered, the music stops and the crowd boos Jacob loudly, which doesn’t seem to damper his good spirits.

Jacob Striker: Erick, you have bested me in this match and for that… I commend you. You have shown great heart and great fortitude. And… you were the better man. In this match.

ESJ looks totally lost and the crowd boos loudly as Thomas Bane makes his way down the rampway and slides into the ring. ESJ turns around and gets hit with a massive running clothesline, knocking him down to the mat! ESJ looks almost out of it. Jacob gives him an evil look and yells into the microphone.

Jacob Striker: But unfortunately for you, heart and fortitude don’t get you everything! Because to disappoint you and this crowd, I have a bit of bad news for you!

Jacob takes the mic from his mouth and barks orders at Thomas. Thomas grabs ESJ and then locks in a kimura lock on ESJ’s bad arm! The new champion screams in absolute pain and begins thrashing on the mat, being completely helpless in the hold! Striker gets close to ESJ and speaks to him again in a more even tone over the enormously negative response from the crowd.

Jacob Striker: I would suggest you read your contract more closely next time, Erick! Because there is a small rematch clause that has been modified. It states if I were to lose the championship, I have carte blanche when I receive a rematch… and I choose to do so right now!

The referee looks reluctant, demanding that Thomas release the hold. Thomas only does so after giving ESJ’s arm a final yank, practically threatening to snap his arm! ESJ thrashes and rolls on the mat in pain. Jacob looks on wickedly, demanding the start of the match! The referee tells Striker that ESJ needs to stand up on his own two feet first.

Taj: This can’t be possible?! This can’t be fair at all?! How could Jacob possibly be allowed to do this?!

America: Superior business skills are why, America! Jacob made sure he had a plan all along! He had this victory set from the start!

ESJ looks like he can’t possibly go on, holding his arm which is almost as limp as a noodle at this point. Jacob taunts ESJ, yelling demeaning things at him and the referee tries to reassure that ESJ can compete. Striker yells at the referee again and ESJ slowly drags himself to his feet, holding his arm! Jacob demands the referee start the match and he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Jacob runs at ESJ immediately and starts to wail on him with European uppercuts until he backs him into the corner! He grabs his injured arm and wraps it around the ropes, yanking on it hard! ESJ screams in pain! The referee begins the five count.

One….

Two…

Three…

Four…

Looking confident, Jacob releases the illegal hold. ESJ slumps in the corner holding his arm again.

Taj: I am appalled by this! I am totally appalled!

America: It’s only a matter of time before Jacob wins this company’s greatest prize back!

Jacob steps back, lines ESJ up, and goes for a mafia kick. ESJ ducks, making Jacob connect his boot with the top turnbuckle! Jacob recoils in total pain and holds his leg. ESJ goes for a quick roll up! The crowd screams loudly in support for ESJ!

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

ESJ runs at Jacob, trying to use any momentum he has before Jacob nails a discus elbow smash on the champion! The crowd goes totally quiet as Jacob goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…ESJ BARELY ROLLS OUT OF THE COVER!

The crowd is on their feet again, cheering for ESJ!

Taj: Erick St. James will not give up!

America: What in the hell is going on here?!

Jacob looks totally enraged by ESJ’s perseverance, but he decides he isn’t playing around any longer and locks in The Jagged Edge once again with no problem at all! ESJ looks barely in the match and weakly tries to fight out of the hold before he goes entirely limp. Jacob keeps the hold locked in as the referee raises ESJ’s hand.

Once…

Twice…

And then a third time, letting it fall!

Taj: OHMIGOSH!

The referee calls for the bell as “Wonderful Life” plays!

Torres: And the winner of this match….AND NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion… Jacob Striker!

Taj: This is disgusting! This isn’t fair!

America: Jacob did it! He made it happen! Jacob Striker is the only two-time World Heavyweight Champion!

Jacob stands, letting the referee raise his hand in victory! Thomas joins Jacob in the ring to show his support! Jacob is handed the World Championship title belt as the crowd becomes louder than they have been, booing the new champion! Thomas hoists Jacob onto his shoulders as the new Champ holds up the title belt! Pyro go off by the stage and it starts to rain black, white, and red confetti for him while the crowd continues to boo and starts the loudest “Striker sucks! Striker sucks!” chant!

Taj: This crowd is ready to riot! And I don’t damn well blame them! This is absolutely despicable!

America: We have a new World Heavyweight Champion who beat Erick St. James completely fair in a match! This was absolutely fair and you know it!

Jacob Striker looks totally emotional as Thomas sets him down and Jacob continues to celebrate like he is the biggest hero in this company’s history! The referee has rolled ESJ out to the ring as the medical crew swarms him to check on his arm.

Taj: That’s all the time we have for Legendary Twenty-Six and god damnit, you have to feel for Erick St. James tonight!

America: Oh no, I’m saving all of my feelings for Jacob who through hard work has managed to win the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship for a second time!

Taj: Nevertheless, that’s it for Legendary Twenty-Six. As always, thank you for watching!

The show ends with Jacob standing tall in the ring and still celebrating. The crowd is absolutely livid, booing incredibly loudly still as the show fades out.

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