Post by Legal Department on Apr 30, 2022 21:37:31 GMT -8
Legendary 27 opens up backstage where we see The Queen Bee Bianca Davis standing in the locker room on her cell phone clearly upset and disgusted. It's clear she isn't happy about what she's hearing on the other end. Dressed to the nines in one strap tight-fitting black dress, black high heel pumps, a gold crown on her head and a black handbag hung over her shoulder. Soon the shrill voice of the Queen Bee can be heard over the phone.
Bianca Davis: I don’t care! Cedric is dumb as hell if he thinks he is going to screw with me like this, and that gutter rat Keon has no authority to try and deny my rematch! One on One, what do I need to dress up as a fake superhero and be a former backyard wrestler to get a title shot? Or one of the other flavors of the month?!
The voice on the other end is barely audible. Not much can be made out, but it's clear what's being said isn’t helping too much. As the Queen scoffs, before saying in a bitchy tone toward the person on the other end.
Bianca Davis: Josh, I am so sick of being jerked around by idiots and it is allowed to happen to me. I am the greatest Pride of 1WM Champion of all damn time! I am the true Pinnacle of this company and I am stuck waiting for my rematch why? Because Keon needs to fake an injury because he's scared I am going to beat him in the center of the ring? Because Cedric wants to protect the spineless coward?! Like I said this match with Mackenzie and Keli Saint doesn’t matter to me in the slightest and I am not wrestling in it!
Bianca shakes her head, as we now know who she is speaking to on the other end, none other than Joshua Samson, her representative who is trying to reason with the Malibu native. But, Bianca is having none of it right now.
Bianca Davis: Trust me, Josh, I am very willing to carry this out for as long as I damn well need to what's Cedric gonna do fine me? Please, that would be a drop in the bucket to me? We all know he doesn't have the guts to fire me, and if he did it would be one of the dumbest moves he's ever made. My face equals rating period! I get you have other clients and all of that but remember I've been with you since I came here and I have helped the visibility of the Family across multiple places and all over the damn world. Just know I am done playing these games with these idiots.
Bianca rolls her eyes as she then says in a very shrill tone.
Bianca Davis: Again I am not wrestling I don’t care what they think?! These disgusting fans don’t deserve to see me in the ring, to begin with, also I shouldn’t have to fight for my rightful rematch. Not that triple threat or fatal four-way, not any clown show stipulations either, just my rightful one-on-one match period. I won't wrestle until I get that period! Just get that done for me.
Bianca clicks the phone and shakes her head in disgust as she looks toward Simon who is nervous, around the angry Queen Bee. As she looks at him before saying in a direct tone clearly annoyed.
Bianca Davis: So, you have my drink?
Simple Simon: Yes Queen Bee.
Simon hands her water she takes a sip, before looking at him as he waits to see if she's satisfied she drinks it after a minute.
Simple Simon: Queen can I speak?
Bianca scoffs rolling her eyes before saying loudly.
Bianca Davis: Yes, Simp what do you want to say?!
Simple Simon: So if you’re not wrestling will you stay back here?
Bianca shakes her head and evil glints in her eye as she says.
Bianca Davis: No, in fact, I shall be watching this match closely, let that sleaze bag Saint, and Mackenzie beat the hell out of each other. I mean it could be entertaining I doubt it, but they are on the clock if they EVER want to see me wrestle again!
With that Bianca motions for Simple Simon to follow her, which he does as she exits the locker room with him. As the scene then fades to black.
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-SEVEN!!
America: No time for your diarrhea of the mouth, Taj. I want to get into the action of this show immediately!
Taj: You’ll get no arguments from me, America. Let’s get this show started!
The camera cuts backstage to see Patti Rose pacing back and forth in front of a 1WM background. She has a mic in hand and her ring gear on, ahead of her return to action. There’s an audible cheer in the distance from the crowd as she appears on screen, which she duly acknowledges with a smile and nod of the head.
Patti Rose: Is it possible to become a successful wrestler without having a barbaric side? Some folks would argue so. I mean just to be a wrestler, to win wrestling matches, y’all must be an animal! Y’all must be calculated, vicious, and, above all else, cold, right? Ain’t that the why and what this is all about? Ain’t that the recipe to success?
The Glory Championship sits around the waist of a man that is all these things. Jay Aguero is a strong, powerful and dangerous man. You’d be a fool to consider him otherwise. The self-described ‘mean machine’ - a cold blooded killer intent on hurting those who stand before him, or even just there, for no reason, in front of him, as we’ve seen time and time again. The men and women who are killed along the path to our greatness are not really dead, and wrestlers are not really killers - despite what they say to their opponents. And Jay Aguero is no more than a flat-track bully, with big arms, a big head and very little in between. The longer that belt sits with him the more it loses it’s credibility. It shows the world that powerful men can rise up and do as they please, and all the hard-work and endeavour the rest of us pursue will amount to nothing.
You know what I think? I think Jay Aguero is a walking cyborg. A robot of a human being with very little substance. Many years ago he was the arch-typical professional wrestler. A prototype of a champion that bookers worldwide would crave to have on their roster. But the world of professional wrestling has a different outlook now.
Aguero, I’ve just stepped back into this company and I wouldn’t be so arrogant to demand a shot at your title so soon, there are many men and women that are more deserving. So what I suggest is me and you face one another with OR without that belt you hold so dear. It makes no difference to me. To humiliate you in front of these fans will be enough satisfaction and enough to damage your pride, credibility and ego to the point that no one will respect you as a champion anyway. But if you like my offer and you’re the true champion that you say yo are you might want to lay it on the line, show the world that it was no fluke you won it in the first place.
I’ll await your response, but right now I got me a match to attend. Let’s go Baltimore!
With that she disappears from view.
Wasting no time, Solomon moves in and looks for a big shot. Silas ducks and races across the ring as the referee calls for the opening bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Silas rebounds off the rope and leaps into a flying forearm shot to the face that barely registers on Solomon. Silas runs back to the ropes, rebounds off again, and goes for a second flying forearm shot to the face. Again Solomon barely registers the impact and Silas looks to run across the ring. As Solomon starts to brace, Silas changes his mind and hits a kick to the left knee. Caught unaware, Solomon stumbles back against the ropes. Silas rushes in for a spinning backfist to the face that sends Solomon falling into the rope which snaps him right back. Silas connects with a superkick on the groggy Solomon. Silas pounces for a cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…POWER OUT!!!
The momentum sends Silas flying up and into the ropes, landing outside on the apron! Solomon stands up just as Silas makes it to his feet on the outside. Solomon turns to face his opponent. Silas gives him a forearm shot to the face that brings Solomon down to one knee. Silas springs forward with a huge big boot that sends Solomon to the mat. Silas runs to the ropes, rebounds off, and drops a massive elbow. He rolls over and hooks the leg as the crowd cheers him on.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Silas is on a roll!
America: He better hope he stays that way!
Silas runs to the corner and climbs to the top. Solomon staggers to his feet and Silas leaps off for a missile dropkick. Solomon staggers back. Silas gets up and goes for a kick to the leg again. Solomon staggers, looking annoyed, bordering on angry. Silas gives him another kick to the leg, grabs him, and hits a spinning belly-to-belly suplex! Silas stays on for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Silas gets to his feet as Solomon starts to sit up. The newcomer pulls Solomon further up before dropping him back down with Dark Matter (modified reverse STO)! Silas covers again, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: My goodness! Solomon just threw Silas through the ropes again!!
America: And that look in Solomon’s eye...
Solomon gets to his feet and grabs Silas by the back of the head.
Solomon: (shouting) Are you trying to embarrass me, pup?!
The Monster runs Silas face first into the ring post. He then clocks him in the mouth sending Silas flying off the edge of the ring! Solomon watches with angry glee in his eyes as Silas crashes down onto the railing throat first! Silas snaps back off clutching at his throat as blood pours down his face. Solomon shoves the referee out of the way and steps out to the floor where he coldcocks Silas, knocking the newcomer back into the steel again!
Solomon: (shouting) I told you that you’d be an example!
The referee tries to stop him but Solomon shoves him on his behind again! As the referee calls for the bell, Solomon grabs Silas and bounces him face first off the steel steps!
Taj: Good God! This is just uncalled for! The match is over!
America: Solomon is getting what he wants and I bet Silas Jessup wishes he was anywhere but here right now?!
Solomon pulls Silas up and rams him into the ringpost again! Silas spins away stunned, bleeding all over the place. Solomon grabs him from behind and faceplants Silas on the cold hard concrete floor. As Solomon starts in, more referees flow in to try and stop him. Solomon smashes all of them away!
Taj: All hell has broken loose!
As Solomon hits the fourth referee, Eric Calloway, one half of the Headhunters, comes roaring down the aisle with a steel chair in hand. Solomon looks up as his Kali Kartel comrade makes it down to the ringside. Before anything can register to anyone, Eric blasts Solomon with a chair to the face!
Taj and America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Solomon staggers and Eric hits him a second time! Eric rears back for a third shot but Solomon punches the chair away! Eric tries to hit him anyway and Solomon throws him into the ring. Eric rolls away and Solomon pulls himself up onto the edge of the ring.
Taj: What in the world is going on?!
America: Eric asked for this! He’s always wanted to play the hero…well heroes get smashed sometimes!
Solomon starts in after him when the crowd explodes. Dexter Calloway runs down to the ring with black baseball bats in hand. He tosses one to Eric, keeping the other for himself before diving into the ring. He nods to his brother and the two of them wade into the attack!
Taj: This is unbelievable! We are witnessing the dissolution of Kali Kartel right before our very eyes!
America: This…this….is Sandra Rose’s fault! She’s brainwashed the Headhunters!
Dexter nails Solomon in the gut, doubling the big man over while Eric follows with a shot to the back! Solomon tries to turn away and both of them clock him with the bats again! He falls through the ropes to the floor, landing on his feet. Solomon looks to go back in but just as he starts in, security floods the area, pulling him back while the Headhunters beg him to bring it on again in the ring.
Taj: I can’t believe that Solomon wanted to go back in!
America: I can’t believe that the Headhunters have sold out to these idiot fans!!
Torres: The winner…by way of disqualification…Silas Jessup!!!
Everyone’s favorite, Ya Girl Q, is standing backstage near her own personalized dressing room. We know it’s hers because there’s a big cheetah print heart made out of construction paper that has a giant glittery Q directly in the center of it. She’s also holding a bouquet of Star Gazer Oriental Lilies. Q seems to be in a chipper mood as she is shown talking to someone out of the camera’s view.
Q: You know, it really means a lot to me that at least someone around here appreciates my efforts and everything I have done for this company. It’s hard, you know. It’s like the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. If I so much as take a knee, One Wrestle Movement could potentially come crashing down in a massive heap. I’m kind of like that guy. You know who he is. He published all those maps. What was his name?
Q ponders who it is that she is thinking of.
Q: That’s right. Atlas. I’m Atlas. Since its inception, I have been carrying the weight of 1WM on my shoulders while people like Jacob Striker try to tug at it like some sort of gravitational pull but we all know what would happen if the fate of 1WM rest on his shoulders.
Q whistles and moves her fist down as if a bomb is dropping. As soon as it hits the ground she just blurts out SPLAT.
Q: They really should be more thankful. You know, just like you. I leave every Legendary with a strain on my neck from all my work and you take care of me. You set up every massage session. You pamper me just like how I deserve to be treated. Thank you for recognizing that among all these peons, my omnipotent force stands out that much stronger. I’m already the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion. Even though they shut down a long time ago, I am still the RCW Artemis Champion. I’m still counting the days on that reign. How many former champions do I need to beat before I am handed the 1WM World Heavyweight Title?
Q just stares off in the direction of the mystery person.
Q: I know I’ve gotten a few shots this year at the belt but it’s not my fault I lost. It was the referee. Or, you know, the unevenness for a four way match. Why do I even need to fight for the title? They should just give it to me. How is it that my brother-in-law, a guy I brought out of retirement and into 1WM, holds a title around here before me? It boggles the mind. I’ll tell you what, though. Thanks to your encouragement and resources, I am going to take destiny into my own hands. Just you wait and see. Ya Girl Q… longest reigning YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion… longest reigning RCW Artemis Champion… the one true savior in all of One Wrestle Movement… I will have my day in the sun and it begins with that little nuisance, Rei Rei Park.
Q nods along to the unseen person as if she can hear what they are saying.
Q: Exactly. She’s just all butt hurt because Ya Girl Q put her Mean Girl friend down just like so many others. I’ll tell you this much. After the way she talked to me on Twitter, in front of the whole online community, I’m going to make her pay. Perhaps I’m starting to feel a bit reckless and you know what happens when I feel reckless. I start dropping these little nothings on their heads. They will find out real quick why Q is gonna break ya.
Q stares off with a scowl but that scowl is soon replaced by an excited smile that goes from ear to ear.
Q: OMG! Is that for me too? Are those chocolate covered almonds from Costco? You have no idea how much I LOVE those. They go straight to my thighs but who cares. They’re delish and I’ll just burn them off later anyways. Gimme. Gimme.
Q reaches off camera and pulls back a big plastic container of chocolate covered almonds. She opens the top and takes one out. It doesn’t last long as she devours the little treat.
Q: These are good but I really need to get ready for my match. Byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee… boop.
Q turns around to her dressing room and opens the door. As she quickly enters inside, we see her “dressing room” is just a janitor’s closet complete with mop and bucket in view. Without acknowledging the room she closes the door behind her.
The show returns to see Aurora Master in the ring with someone on her side, a woman dressed in a completely blue suit, with a “Aurora Corp” tag on her chest. She hands a microphone to Aurora and bows.
Aurora Master: Thank you.
She takes a pause to look at everyone in the audience before continuing.
Aurora Master: Overshadowed, again. My grand return, a year in the wait, and it just so happens to coincide with the return of Patti Rose. And what a return! Intervening at the end of the show, everyone going wild! The exact opposite of the mild buzz of one third of the Master Sisters appearing in the middle of the show to give a speech. Of course, speeches are what she does. It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? I complained about being overshadowed my whole career, and on the exact same day, this happens. Almost like fate, like destiny itself is trying to keep me in the shadows, but I’m used to it. That’s why I’m not going to be mad, instead I’m going to rip the spotlight right out of Patti Rose! In a couple of moments I’m going to destroy Patti in this ring right here and silence every single one of you that loudly cheered for her and didn’t care for me. Aurora Master is here to stay my friends, and it’s here to win.
She returned the microphone to her assistant, who then left the ring.
Taj: Do you see any validity in Aurora’s comments, America?
America: Uh..yeah. Patti Rose didn’t have to stick her big beak in Jay Aguero’s business thus leading to overshadowing Aurora Master’s return announcement earlier that night.
Patti makes her way down to the ring. Patti waits for the referee to call for the bell and the match to begin. Unfortunately for her, Aurora rushes across the ring and hits the old school veteran in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third! Blow after blow connects with Patti staggering from the impact.
America: Take it to her ass, Aurora!
Aurora turns around and takes a moment to taunt her opponent, drawing a few more boos from every fan in attendance. Aurora then tries to refocus her attention on The Bullet With A Mullet---only to have Patti step forward and nearly kick her head off with a superkick! Aurora slowly tries to crawl back up to her feet---clearly having no idea where she's at. Patti grabs hold of her and makes a cutthroat motion. The fans are on their feet with cheers but those cheers quickly turn to jeers as Jay Aguero stomps his way down the rampway.
Taj: The Glory Champion is in the building!
America: And you know he’s here to stomp that mullet wearing old lady into a hairball!
Patti releases Aurora once she spots the approcoaching Jay. The Glory Champ gestures for Patti to step out the ring. Patti steps to the ropes but is quickly spun back around and dropped to the mat by Aurora’s Bow! (jumping DDT) Aurora covers.
Taj: Patti took her eyes off the objective…
America: And now she’s going to pay for it!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
As soon as the match ends, Jay slides into the ring, going straight for Patti. She lets out a yelp as he grabs her by the mullet and yanks her up.
Taj: Oh come on! The match is over!
America: But the fun hasn't started yet! I want to see if Patti's still as gung-ho as the last time they met!
The crowd boos intensely as the bell rings numerous times, the referee yelling at Jay from the outside. The Glory Champ pays him no mind. Aurora urges Jay to “drop her on her mullet head!” Jay does indeed drop Patti with his The Perfect Driver (Steiner Driver)! Aurora claps while jumping up and down with joy at the sight.
Taj: This…this…is terrible!
America: This is exactly what Patti deserves!
Officials flood down to the ring to prevent any further assaults but Jay seems satisfied with the physical message he has left. Aurora and Jay exit the ring while the officials attend to the barely conscious Patti.
The scene opens up in the backstage area. A misty, haze-like fog fills the camera as the faint sounds of snakes hissing slowly starts to get louder. It doesn’t take long before an ornately decorated gold and emerald green throne comes into view, sitting atop a platform that has a few snakes crawling over it. And sitting upon the aforementioned throne was the woman who calls herself the “Cobra Queen”... Rei Park. Her jet black hair has been straightened perfectly as she is adorned with gold snake themed jewelry, complete with a golden snake tiara that would make Medusa jealous. She was even wearing a gold gown that made her short frame look long and lean.
Rei Park: One… Wrestle… Movement… A company that constantly allows blatant disrespect and rewards the unworthy.
She rolls her eyes as she leans on the right arm of the throne chair, flicking a section of her hair behind her shoulder.
Rei Park: I joined this company for a few reasons… mainly because of a friend I made during my trainee days. And because, if you can’t tell, I love gold. Once you have championship gold… you crave it again. They’re like Pringles, once you pop you just can’t stop. And this bitch is hungry.
A devilish smirk slowly starts to creep its way onto her face.
Rei Park: Most people when they see me, only think I’m just a pretty face, making false claims that I’m riding the coattails of someone to try and push their own incompetence into the shadows. But once they step into the ring with me, they quickly realize that this small chick is fully capable of whipping some major ass, quickly realizing why I am called the Cobra Queen. My friend Coda gave me that nickname for a reason. I hunt my prey, waiting in the shadows and hiding in the grass until it’s time to strike. I don’t bite ankles… I go for the jugular. . So it is time that I fully embrace that once again… starting tonight with that walking laughing stock Q with her cardboard “title”.
A snake slowly crawls across the toes of Rei’s shoes, not even phasing her as she looks dead into the camera with her hypnotic eyes. It’s a look that could pierce your soul.
Rei Park: I don’t mess around. I’ve never played fuck around and find out. But tonight, that is just what Q will be doing. Nobody takes her seriously and she’s not making matters any better for herself. She’ll only be known as a comedy act. And while some other delusional twits would say the same about me, purely because they are just like Q in believing their own cult leader-esque bull, when I say I’m going to do something… I do it. Like when I say I will be a champion again… I will be.
Rei’s lips part into a full-on smile as a laugh escapes from her lips that would make Snow White’s Evil Queen run for cover.
Rei Park: Jenn and I are a team, supporting each other both in and out of the ring. While she fell to Q, I will get her retribution tonight after I drop Q. Q will probably not realize what’s going on and do something she’ll wind up regretting. She’s already shown just how careless she is. Oooh this is going to be fun.
Slowly the scene fades out as Rei’s laugh continues to echo throughout.
Alex and Liam start off the match for their respective teams. They exchange a friendly handshake before the bell rings at which they both immediately get things started. Alex fires off a forearm strike that Liam dodges by ducking underneath. Liam then does something similar to the same result. They smile at each other, pointing at the other before Alex charges forward and hits Liam with an elbow strike directly to the temple. Liam stumbles backward, allowing Alex to capitalize further by hitting a drop toehold and then following it up with a knee drop directly to Liam’s abdomen. Liam immediately goes into a fetal position as his tag team partner Miles urges him to get up, arm stretched out as he waits for a tag. Alex grabs Liam by the ankle and drags him back into the center of the ring, hitting an elbow drop to the inner thigh. But at the last possible second, Liam manages to wrap Alex up in some kind of roll up attempt and manages to get a 2 count before Alex kicks out. McKena looks to breathe a sigh of relief.
This clearly has irked Alex who pulls Liam up to his feet, looking to possibly hit another power move, only to have him turn it around with an enziguri before he whips her off in the direction of his corner. There he tags in the eagerly waiting Miles before Liam hits Alex with a springboard dropkick, sending her into a waiting Miles who hits her with a reverse STO. Liam gets out onto the apron as Miles turns on the jets, whipping Alex off into the ropes, hitting her with a dropkick as she comes rebounding back. He then pulls her up, looking to do it again only to have Alex counter and drill him head first into the mat with a spike DDT. This allows Alex to trudge over to her own corner and tag in McKena, who comes charging in, hitting Miles with Rolling Thunder.
McKena pulls Miles back up to a vertical base and the two then proceed to trade a wide ranged series of back and forth strikes. Miles manages to hit McKena with a hard forearm smash, sending her into the ropes… but she answers back with a sit-down jawbreaker that rocks him. She pulls herself back up to her feet and sluggishly climbs the turnbuckles as Alex takes care of Liam. This allows McKena to leap off the top and hit Miles with Outcast Splash (frog splash) before covering.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… the team of Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy!
Taj: What an exciting tag team match we just witnessed!
America: Are you high right now, Taj?
Taj: Of course not. Alex and McKena proved that they work very well together. I’m really hoping that they continue as a team.
America: NEXT!
Rieca Alejandro is seen walking down the hallway. She didn’t have a match but was there still. She notices someone ahead of her, as she growls softly. The person ahead of her was Sandra Rose. Rieca walks up to her, showing she was not happy to see her.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) What are you doing? Ruining more people?
Sandra looks at Rieca as she shakes her head.
Sandra Rose: I don’t know what you are talking about. I haven’t ruined anyone.
Rieca looks at her.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) Bullshit. You are ruining my brothers. Why would you do that?
Sandra Rose: What are you talking about? I am helping them see what they can be. I know they can be good. You as well.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) You are wrong. You are not helping them. You are turning them into something they’re not. You are going to drag them down like you did Erick.
Sandra looks down, as she hears his name. She sighs softly.
Sandra Rose: What happened with Erick and me is none of your business. If you don’t like me helping Eric and Dexter, that is too bad. I’m not doing it for you. I am doing it for them.
Rieca smirks lightly.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) Or to fuck them. They will see how you really are soon enough.
Sandra Rose: Maybe you should trust them, instead of listening to others. If you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave.
Rieca Alejandro: I’ll be watching you.
Rieca actually says it in English this time. Sandra rolls her eyes before walking away. Rieca watches her before starting to walk again.
As soon as the bell rings, Q bitch slaps Rei, knocking the smaller woman to a knee. Rei clutches at her face for a second as Q knowingly grins down at her. The crowd boos and Q shrugs. Rei glances up before launching herself for a double leg takedown. The crowd erupts as Q’s back hits the mat hard. Rei leaps up and tries to take the mounted position but Q catches her by the throat with both hands. She rolls and looks to blast Rei on the mat. Rei slips out of the hold and Q pounds the mat with her fist! Rei takes Q over for a rolling cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Rei gets to her feet and Q takes her out from behind with a big clothesline. Rei bounces off the ropes. Q takes her from behind in a full nelson. Rei tries to elbow out and then kicks back, catching Q between the uprights. Q releases and Rei rolls forward into a victory roll.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Two times Rei almost had Q!
America: Almost means nothing.
Both women get to their feet. The crowd explodes in jeers as THE Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esq., makes his way down the rampway.
Taj: What is Joshua Samson doing out here?!
America: Well it’s no secret that Joshua has a supreme hatred for the Seoul Queens, Rei Park and Jenn Drew. He’s vowed at one point that he’d run them out of 1WM.
In the ring Rei jumps up into a DDT attempt. Q catches her and reverses into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both women get back up. Samson tosses a small object up and over the top rope into the ring. Q catches it and belts Rei in the mouth! Rei goes down hard.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
America: Talk about hands of stone!
Taj: I don’t think that was a legal punch, America.
Q stands over her allowing the light to shine off the brass knuckles on her hand. Outside the ring, Samson mockingly claps. The referee instantly calls for the bell. Q slides out of the ring and walks away, leaving Rei lying unconscious in the middle of the ring. Laughing, Samson looks in on the unconscious Rei.
Torres: Here is your winner…by way of disqualification…Rei Park!!!
Taj: What the hell was that?!
America: That was "Ya Girl" Q sending a message to 1WM!
Taj: I was really asking about Joshua Samson’s involvement?
America: I don’t know, but if it results in Rei Park getting knocked the hell out, I’m all for it!
We fade in on the dressing room of the 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, where we see Aurora and Damon Graves dressed for war, their championships draped over their respective shoulders. Aurora, her cell phone in her hand, paces back and forth across the floor, an intense look on her face as she listens. Through the camera’s microphone, we can hear the faint sound of a female voice coming through the phone. After a moment, Aurora nods her head, biting her bottom lip slightly.
Aurora Graves: Whatever it takes, do it. The sooner we get that equipment, the better.
There is another pause as more indiscernible words come through.
Aurora Graves: Alright. We’ll be in touch. When we get back to California, I’ll contact you. Right… bye.
She hangs up the phone, slipping the device into her gear bag as she sighs. Damon, a look of mild concern on his face, arches his eyebrow as he adjusts his vest.
Damon Graves: Everything alright, Harley?
Aurora nods her head.
Aurora Graves: It’s fine… just a couple of pieces of equipment we need for the new shop are on backorder from our usual vendor, so I had to contact another supplier. I had to pay a little to expedite the order, but we should be good.
A curious expression crosses Damon’s face.
Damon Graves: Then who were you on the phone with?
Aurora Graves: The interior designer we hired for the shop. Anyway, that’s one less thing we have to deal with. Now we can focus on the business at hand…
Aurora’s eyes narrow as Damon gets his trademark smirk.
Damon Graves: I do love it when you talk business… especially when that business involves flying fists and cracked jaws.
Aurora smiles.
Aurora Graves: Oh, you better believe it’s gonna go down tonight. We may be fighting those two blonde bi…
Damon Graves: You really don’t like them, do you, Harley?
Aurora Graves: Why would I? What reason have they given me to want to do anything other than rip their hair out by the fucking roots? I thought we came here to fight, not play nice. The way I see it, those two are no different than the entitled little bitches that used to try to fuck with me in high school.
Damon Graves: Fair enough. But whatever you do, don’t lose sight of the goal…
Aurora pounds her fist into her palm, an eager gleam in her eye.
Aurora Graves: You mean other than yeeting Brianna’s teeth into the third row and making her scream as I bend her spine in ways it was never meant to go?
Damon opens his mouth as if to speak, but Aurora’s words make him pause for a moment. His emerald eyes widen as he tilts his head to the side, as if mentally processing the image his wife is describing.
Damon Graves: As lovely as you make that sound, there was one thing that Justice said that made sense…
Now it was Aurora’s turn to raise her eyebrow, giving Damon a look that said “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
Aurora Graves: Excuse me? Are you talking about the same Justice you’re going to be stepping into the ring with… Little Miss “What Justice Wants, Justice Gets?”
The mocking tone in her voice causes Damon to chuckle softly as Aurora rolls her eyes.
Damon Graves: I know how you feel, Harley. Girls like her… they paint themselves one way, only to act the complete opposite. But she did say that this will be good for everyone involved no matter who wins.
Aurora crosses her arms, slumping her shoulders as she scoffs.
Aurora Graves: Maybe so, but if they think for one second it’s going to be anything but a straight up fight when we step through those ropes…
Damon Graves: Then they’ll be sorely disappointed.
Aurora Graves: Oh, they’re gonna be sore, alright. And not in the fun way, either.
She pauses to glance at the clock up on the wall above the door leading out to the hallway. With an encouraging smile, she grabs Damon by the hands and leans in for a quick kiss.
Aurora Graves: Well, you’re up first, babe. And if what Justice wants, Justice gets, then I hope she wants a boot in her ass!
Damon nods his head as he brushes a few strands of hair from Aurora’s face.
Damon Graves: Oh, I think that can be arranged.
Aurora glances at Damon’s championship belt as she runs a hand along his other arm.
Aurora Graves: I have no doubt in my mind, babe. There’s only one thing left to do now…
Damon nods again.
Damon Graves: And that’s get out there and kick some ass!
Aurora and Damon grab their respective championship belts from their shoulders and clink the center plates together. Damon gives his wife one last kiss before slinging his championship back over his shoulder and heading for the door as the scene fades out.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender plays as Justice Cross makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: Justice has returned to 1WM and made everyone realize that she is a very real threat to the roster. She and Brianna Matthews came in and won the Tag Team Championships.
America: I was never a big Justice fan but I do have to give it up to her though. With a bit of refinement, I think we could see her competing or even being the Pride of 1WM Champion.
“Dirty Angel” by Voodoo Johnson plays as Damon Graves makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: The male half of the two time 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels.
America: Yawn…
The bell sounds and both wrestlers walk up to the middle of the ring. Justice smirks as Damon just stares through her with his usual mask of concentration. Justice looks to paintbrush Damon but misses as Damon ducks and scores a double leg takedown. The crowd cheers wildly as Justice’s back hits the mat hard. Damon leaps into the mounted position. Damon swings around into a cross position and then rolls Justice over into a crucifix pin seemingly out of nowhere.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both get to their feet and Justice fakes for a spinning heel kick. Damon ducks and Justice drops to her knees, getting in an uppercut shot to Damon’s face. Damon staggers back, spinning around and Justice jumps up into a victory roll.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Damon catches Justice with an arm drag and then steps over into a standing armbar. Justice throws her legs up, seemingly looking for an arm triangle. Damon starts to move out of the way and Justice kicks him in the face and then low. As Damon doubles over, Justice pulls him down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
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TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Very technical wrestling machine going on right now. We often forget that Damon is an accomplished singles wrestler in his own right.
America: Come on, Taj, no one would even care about Damon if he wasn’t teaming with his wife.
Both competitors spring up and Damon scores another double leg takedown. He steps in and starts to take a Boston crab but Justice manages to kick him off. Damon keeps going, regaining his balance quickly and running to the far ropes. He rebounds off and Justice pops up for a leapfrog. Damon runs by. Damon rebounds off the second set of ropes and Justice drops down to let Damon go by. Damon stops, drops down on to Justice, and rolls her over with a half nelson for a pinning predicament.
One…
Two…
THRE…JUSTICE GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!!
Damon pulls Justice off the ropes and Justice rolls through into a version of a victory roll again.
One…
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THR…KICK OUT!!
Damon starts up and Justice kicks him in the face! Damon staggers back to the ropes and Justice pops up looking for a big lunging clothesline. Damon ducks under and elevates Justice over the top rope. Justice lands on the apron and punches Damon in the face. Damon staggers back. Justice slingshots herself into a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
As both wrestlers pop up, Damon catches her for a potential belly-to-belly suplex but Justice manages to knee Damon in the groin! As the ref turns his back to Justice to check on Damon, Justice spits green mist into Damon’s face! Justice pushes past the referee, grabs the blinded Damon, and drops him with Lights Out (RKO)! Justice covers, hooking the leg and tights, while slipping her own feet onto the bottom rope.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Justice quickly slips her feet off the ropes and rolls out to the floor. Damon lies on the mat in a daze clutching at his eyes.
Torres: The winner of this match…Justice Cross!
Taj: Justice literally stole one!
America: And I love it!
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Celebrity Skin” by Hole as Brianna Matthews makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: Well we’ve already seen the other half of The Vixens get singles victory just moments ago. It’s time to see if Brianna will be able to do the same thing?
America: That would be a solid hell yeah, Taj!
”Rebel Yell” by Dope plays as Aurora Graves makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: The female counterpart of The Fallen Angels set to gain a single wins tonight.
America: You know, Taj, if Aurora dropped the deadweight of her old man and embraced a real mean streak, I think she would have so much more success in her career.
DING DING DING!!!
The two women lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Brianna takes a quick standing armbar and turns it quickly into a hammerlock. Aurora reaches back and snapmares her over. Aurora gives her a kick between the shoulderblades and Brianna grimaces in pain. Aurora leans down to go for a reverse chinlock but Brianna grabs her and rolls into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
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REVERSAL!!!
One…
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TH…KICK OUT!!
Brianna grabs Aurora and takes her into a side cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Brianna Matthews looks like she’s trying to catch Aurora Graves napping!
America: Hey, she ain’t getting paid by the hour and if she can catch her… catch her!
Taj: Catch as catch can?
America: Name of the game, Taj, name of the game.
Aurora and Brianna pop up and Brianna catches Aurora for a backslide.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
They get back to their feet and Brianna catches Aurora looking for a clothesline for a crucifix pin attempt. Aurora rolls through and cradles Brianna up.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
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REVERSAL!!!
One…
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TH…SHOULDER UP!!!
As the two women get up, Brianna catches Aurora for a belly-to-belly suplex. Brianna covers.
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!!
Aurora rolls Brianna over into a crucifix pin.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Brianna gets up and goes to hit Aurora but misses. Aurora grabs her and drops her with Bury the Light (Sister Abigail)! Aurora covers, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Aurora scores the pin!
America: Damn it!
Torres: Here is your winner…Aurora Graves!!!
The camera cuts to the backstage area where we find Jacob Striker leaning against a wall, already dressed to wrestle for the night complete with a black and orange windbreaker and the windbreaker’s hood drawn over his head.
Jacob Striker: Tonight, I get something that I’ve been wanting for quite sometime now in my rematch against Jenni Drew. But then again some of the people are probably wondering what the fuck I am going on about because why would I need a rematch against Jenni since I’m the one who beat her, right? Well the answer is simple really, I’ve seen this fire that rages behind Jenni’s eyes as of late and it’s a fire that I know all too well because I too was once possessed by this fire and I let everything else around me burn as I sought out only one thing for it and it’s oh so seductive name;
The all consuming fire of revenge knows no bounds. So tonight, Jenni finally gets that one on one rematch that she’s been no doubt screaming to the high heavens for because she wants something back that she feels is much more precious to her than anything.
Jake then motions for the camera to follow him before he pushes himself off of the wall and starts walking down one of the hallways.
Jacob Striker: But as I found out, rage opens too many doors for you to just snap shut again. It makes you lose focus, makes you sloppy, and in the end…it slams shut so many chances for you to make things right in your life. Tell me JenJen, when was the last time that you actually sat down and spoke to Sammi? Did you stop in your rage to listen to your heart or did that fiery path just keep blazing through your heart.
Jake stops and turns to look fully at the camera, pushing the hood of the windbreaker back to reveal his long hair is now short and his beard has become much more respectable…but those piercing blue eyes still remain, that intense stare focused solely on the camera and through it-to his opponent for the evening.
Jacob Striker: I know that fire that burns through you all too well, Jenni, and I let it consume me for far too long and here, tonight in front of all of the friends, foes, doubters, and callous bastards alike, I’m going to put those flames of revenge out…I’m going to snuff them, just like your chances at taking *MY* title out like a campfire before the tsunami and there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop it because you’ve never learned the art to use that flame, unlike I did. You just play stupid games with your fire…I made mine into a *masterpiece*!!
That signature dark smile crosses Jake’s face as he laughs a dry and bitter laugh.
Jacob Striker: You see, I’ve heard all of the mutterings here in the back…including a certain little nickname that’s been making its way around that someone has for me… The “Bastard of One Wrestle Movement”. I can understand the meaning behind it, the depths that I’ve gone to create my violent masterpieces here in One Wrestle Movement. But tell me, has anyone else wrestled such technical masterpieces prior to me becoming the champion here….has anyone gone into other companies proudly proclaiming that they are the One Wrestle Movement’s champion before *ME*? No, yet I’m the “Bastard”. I can live with that, ladies and gentlemen, and I’ll bear it proudly because that’s just who I am.
But all that comes right back around to why we are here tonight and that is this one final dance between Jenni Drew and myself, this one fateful final flickering hope that has been placed before her like water to a man dying of thirst. You have been given your long awaited rematch, JenJen. Something that everyone has tried to rip from you because they all think that you are nothing more than the girl who should stay at the back of the line.
Jake then points down the hallway away from them and the camera looks in that direction before returning to look back at Striker.
Jacob Striker: When you go out to that ring here tonight, Jenni Drew. I don’t want some psycho little bitch bent on revenge coming after me because if *she* shows up, then I can promise you that I’ll end this match quickly and move onto my next opponent. Give me the Jenni Drew who stood before me with that arrogant little smile on her face…
The cruel smile only gets bigger at this point.
Jacob Striker: Give me *THAT* Jenni Drew and I will gleefully snap you back to reality faster than you can fucking blink because tonight, my dear girl, history will indeed repeat itself. Oh, and one more thing. Q, you had best be listening and fucking listening *well* because if I see *you* or your little hand banana anywhere near or at ringside for this match against Jenni…well, Cedric already knows full well that I cannot nor will not be held accountable for what happens to you. Quote the Bastard, forevermore.
The camera then cuts to ringside.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Taj: Well I have received official word that indeed Bianca Davis has refused to wrestle in this match until she receives her one-on-one rematch for the Pride of 1WM Championship currently held by Keon Suggs II.
America: I am completely behind her decision, Taj. This company has been jerking my girl’s chains on this entire matter.
Taj: Well if Bianca wouldn’t have injured Keon last month perhaps she would have gotten that one-on-one tonight?
Suddenly “Red Opps” by 21 Savage plays and walking out from the back comes Keon Suggs II. Holding the Pride of 1WM belt over his shoulder. He smirks, strolling to the ring surely not showing any signs of an injury that he claimed at the hands of Bianca last month.
Taj: Speaking of the Pride of 1WM Champion. Looks as if he’ll be joining us tonight.
America: Well this is going to be different.
Keon makes it down to the commentating table and has a seat between Taj and America.
“CrushCrushCrush” by Paramore plays as Mackenzie Roberts makes her way down to the ring.
Keon Suggs II: Just as I figured Bianca wouldn't show up. She thinks she is entitled to a rematch? I am the champ I decide. Far as I am concerned she is out the running.
Taj: I don’t think it actually works that way, Keon. Though Bianca doesn’t have the power to dictate when or if the match occurs either.
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 in the center of the ring when the lights come up, sizing up her prey, preparing for the start of the match.
Keon Suggs II: Bianca aint getting no shot, that is the bottom line. I will grant the winner of this match a shot. And don't tell me how things work, Taj. They work how I want them to.
America: I like the aggressiveness. I didn’t know you had it in you, kid.
Kelli looks across the ring at Mackenzie and begins to chuckle, much to the annoyance of Mackenzie. She glares at Kelli and waits until she hears the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Mackenzie sprints across the ring. She immediately gets to work on trying to wear Kelli down, hitting him in the mouth with a series of hard forearm shots. The fans waste little time in showing Mackenzie their support. Mackenzie continues to be aggressive with her strikes. Kelli has no choice but to try and step away from her, but Mackenzie doesn't stop. She then grabs hold of Kelli and tries to shoot her across the ring. Kelli reverses the attempt and flashes an amused smirk at Mackenzie. She then steps toward the center of the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound---only to have Mackenzie send her to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The fans are on their feet, absolutely showing their support for Roberts. Mackenzie responds by throwing a fist in the air.
Taj: Mackenzie's just one month removed from what might be one of the best matches that we've ever seen her wrestle in 1WM and the fans are definitely showing their support!
America: Let them cheer, Taj! It'll make things that much better when Kelli steals their hope from them!
Kelli tries to pull herself back up to her feet, looking just a little more annoyed than she did a few seconds ago. Mackenzie ignores this and hurries to close the gap between the two. She hits Kelli in the chest with a chop, and then a second.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
Kelli continues to try and keep her distance from Mackenzie, but she ultimately backs herself into a corner for her efforts. Mackenzie smirks as soon as she notices and hurries to close the gap. Unfortunately for her, Kelli has this scouted perfectly---getting a foot into the air and kicking Mackenzie hard in the jaw. She stumbles back from the impact, and though Mackenzie is quick to try and reach her feet, Kelli sprints out of the corner and takes Mackenzie right back down with a running forearm smash.
Taj: It may not have been much, but as we've seen in the past, Kelli can do a number of impressive things when she's on a roll.
America: The woman has got the most varied offense that we've ever seen in 1WM! Now it's time for her to put it to good use!
Keon Suggs II: Most varied offense? I am right here man.
Mackenzie slowly tries to bring herself to her feet. Kelli watches her with a surprising amount of interest on her face. Once Mackenzie's about halfway up, Kelli steps toward her and grabs her by the hair. She pulls Mackenzie in toward her and blasts her with a vicious knee shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third---each shot taking just a bit more out of Mackenzie. Mackenzie nonetheless tries to keep herself upright. Kelli brings an end to that by lifting Mackenzie into the air and slamming her to the mat with a double arm suplex---the fans booing as soon as she hits the mat!
Taj: Can you tell that the fans have a preference in this one?
America: It's almost like they don't have any taste at all! Then again...that isn't much of a surprise...
Taj: Well, would YOU like someone that said they were going to take your hope away?
America: Yes. Yes I would!
Kelli continues to ignore the response that she's receiving from the fans. She grabs Mackenzie by the hair once again to bring her back up to her feet. Kelli hits Mackenzie with a hard elbow shot to knock her groggy before straightening her up. Kelli hits her with a slap to the face that echoes throughout the arena! Kelli follows it up with a second, and then a third!
Taj: That’s so disrespectful!
Mackenzie stumbles back just a bit, leaving herself open to a spinning backfist. Mackenzie drops to a knee but manages to pull herself upright. Laughing, Kelli bounces off of the ropes, preparing to send Mackenzie back to the mat with a running single knee kick! Unfortunately for her, as soon as she gets close to Mackenzie, she leaps into the air and knocks Kelli down with a dropkick!
Taj: Some perfect timing by Mackenzie Roberts!
America: So she managed to get lucky this time.
Keon Suggs II: Both look like more of a challenge than Bianca.
Kelli is quick to try and make it back up to her feet. Mackenzie runs over and locks in a front face lock. She tries to apply pressure in hopes of wearing her down. Kelli is quick to fight her way out of Mackenzie's grasp with a few hard shots to the ribs. Kelli shoves Mackenzie away, but Mackenzie bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed. Unfortunately for her, Kelli is able to take advantage---grabbing hold of Mackenzie and trying to wrestle her into position for a legsweep. She gets a full nelson applied, but Mackenzie squirms out of her grasp before she gets sent to the mat. Kelli turns around to face her. Mackenzie hits her with a kick to the ribs and then a second for good measure. She bounces off of the ropes before Kelli can recover, planting Kelli on the mat with a bulldog! Once again, the fans begin to show their support.
Taj: It didn't take long for the momentum in this one to change!
America: Are you done overreacting yet? Doesn't look like the match is over to me!
Mackenzie briefly glances back at Kelli to see if she's in position for a potential finisher. Unfortunately, Kelli starts to stir. Mackenzie shakes her head and waits for Kelli to make it back up to her feet. Once she's up, Mackenzie runs and tries to set Kelli up for something, but Kelli cuts her off with a leg lariat! Mackenzie crashes hard to the mat. Kelli pops back up to her feet. She bounces off of the ropes and lands on Mackenzie with a running senton. She covers..
One…
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TH…KICK OUT!!
Kelli grabs hold of Mackenzie by the hair and lifts her to her feet. The fans boo loudly, though Kelli ignores them. She hits Mackenzie in the mouth with a few hard elbow shots to wear her down before shooting her across the ring. Mackenzie crashes hard into a turnbuckle. She staggers a bit from the impact before resting against the turnbuckle and trying to recover. Kelli smirks and ignores the boos that she's receiving. She charges at Mackenzie to try and attack her in the corner, but Mackenzie cuts her off with a slingblade! The fans are on their feet, cheering loudly as Mackenzie covers.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Can you believe what we're seeing from both of these wrestlers? This is impressive.
Keon Suggs II: Not really…
America: Well, don't worry. Kelli's poised to take control for the sake of despair! I can feel it...
The fans continue to cheer for Mackenzie. She smiles and acknowledges the support. She then grabs hold of Kelli and tries to set her up for CrushCrushCrush (Russian leg sweep into a pin). Kelli wastes no time in trying to fight her way out of Mackenzie's grasp. Kelli shoves her away from him and is able to throw Mackenzie into the turnbuckle. Kelli then drags a groggy Mackenzie toward the center of the ring before sending her down to the mat with a neckbreaker! The fans boo loudly. Kelli drags Mackenzie back up to her feet. Without hesitation, she delivers a second neckbreaker! The boos only get louder.
Taj: ...Damn Kelli. She's horrible.
America: What do you mean?
Kelli once again brings Mackenzie back up to her feet by her hair. She hesitates for just a moment before delivering a third neckbreaker.
Taj: Why would Kelli Saint use so many neckbreakers against Mackenzie Roberts of all people?
America: If that rumor is true that's cold. I love it.
The boos grow louder. Kelli encourages them to keep it up before sliding out of the ring and looking for a toy to use. She rummages around under the ring for a moment, seemingly not satisfied with anything in the immediate vicinity. Kelli then turns her attention toward the timekeeper. She grabs the chair away from him and turns back toward the ring with it. Kelli tries to step back into the ring, but before she can, Mackenzie suddenly dives through the ropes and takes both of them down to the floor with a suicide dive!
Taj: Mackenzie doesn't look happy!
America: Well, she should get over it!
Mackenzie tries to pound away on Kelli on the floor, not letting up for even a second. Kelli tries to escape, but Mackenzie is relentless. Kelli staggers back up to her feet. In the ring, the referee starts counting both wrestlers out.
One…an angry Mackenzie continues to attack.
Two…Kelli is able to use her aggression to her advantage by sending Mackenzie hard into the ring post.
Three…Mackenzie crashes into the ring post.
Four…Mackenzie staggers around from the impact before slumping down onto the steel steps.
Five…Smirking, Kelli slams Mackenzie's head hard into the steel.
Six…Mackenzie looks a little out of it, which prompts Kelli to do it again.
Seven…
Eight…Kelli then grabs hold of Mackenzie and rolls her back into the ring. Kelli then stands outside of the ring and grins.
Taj: What in the world is Kelli thinking? She’s on the verge of getting counted out!
Nine…
America: GET IN THE RING, KELLI!!
Despite the fact that the referee is still counting, she makes no effort to re-enter the ring.
TEN!!
Torres: The winner of this match...as a result of a countout...
Before Torres can finish announcing Mackenzie as the winner, Kelli finally re-enters the ring. She lines herself up with Mackenzie and waits. Once Mackenzie is back on her feet, Kelli delivers a Playtime's Over (bicycle kick)! Mackenzie collapses to the mat.
Keon Suggs II: Least she is making a statement. Far as I am concerned either of these two can get a shot before Bianca.
Taj: Kelli made a statement indeed, Keon.
America: Mackenzie may have won, she may getting another crack at your Pride of 1WM title at some point, but there is no denying that Kelli is deserving of an opportunity and that my girl Bianca won’t be going away anytime soon.
The fans boo Kelli loudly and though she revels in it for a moment, she then shakes her head. Kelli crouches down over Mackenzie's body and loud enough for all to hear letting her know that she “just paid a price for her hope!” The boos continue. Kelli simply steps out of the ring and heads toward the back.
Streaming Live May 15th, 2022
Main Event
World Heavyweight Championship Match
“The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew vs. “The Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker
Torres: The following is the Legendary Twenty-Seven MAINNNNNN EVENNNNNTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
The Maryland crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit for the ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!
"Moonlight Sonata" by E.S. Posthumus plays on the arena sound system and the crowd instantly recognizes the theme of the “First Among Equals” Erick St. John. The crowd is on its feet and greet the former champion with an ESJ chant.
Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!
Erick walks out from the back dressed in expensive custom streets clothes. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd. He nods approvingly at the massive pop he’s receiving before heading towards ringside.
Torres: Introducing the special guest commentator, he is the FORMER One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion….The First Among Equals,....ERICK ST. JOHN!
Taj: Well this is a surprise.
America: Really, Taj? I see it right here on our notes that Erick St. John joining commentary.
Erick reaches the announce table without greeting the announce team and puts on the extra headset. The expression on Erick’s face hasn’t changed since he came out to ringside: stoic.
Taj: It’s good to see you back in one piece, Erick. How’s the arm feeling?
Erick doesn’t respond. He just glares at the ring.
America: I think you pissed him off, Taj.
Taj: I… nevermind….
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet…representing is one half of the Seoul Queens….she is a former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is The Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNN DREWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon plays as Jacob Striker, 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 tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at six feet even….he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is a two-time current defending and reigning 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOBBBBBB STRIKERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This should be a hellava match! Jenn Drew has gone off the rails ever since she lost the World Title at Massive 2. Yet I think she’s more dangerous now than ever before! We could easily get a new World Champion tonight.
America: Jacob Striker is a genius in and out of the ring. Right, Erick? Who you got winning tonight?
Erick doesn’t respond to America’s mocking question.
America: Still butt hurt that the Champ outsmarted you, huh?
Taj: America… I wouldn’t mess with ESJ right now.
DING DING DING!!!
The two competitors circle, each looking for the advantage. As the two rivals step up, Jenn punches Jacob dead in the mouth! Jacob steps back, stunned and caught off-guard. Jenn drops to her knees and punches Jacob's knee. As Jacob doubles over in pain, Jenn grabs him and pulls him into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
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TH…KICK OUT!!
Both get to their feet and Jacob goes for a big lariat. Jenn ducks and runs to the ropes. She rebounds and comes roaring back, looking for a big flying forearm shot. Jacob catches her and brings her down for a spinebuster! Jacob covers.
One…
Two…
THR…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: Jenn snatches the quick advantage and almost surprised Jacob! She was a half second away from holding the World Title for a second time!
America: Credit to her genius! But Striker has stepped up his game ever since you pulled your shenanigans as Primus at Massive Two, right Erick? You really are an inspiration, ESJ.
Taj: America… don’t poke an injured lion.
Jenn gets to her feet and rushes to the corner while Jacob staggers up, looking for a fight. Jenn jumps off and hits a flying clothesline from the second turnbuckle. Jacob hits hard and Jenn quickly scrambles into the mounted position. She starts to hammer down with punches drawing blood as the referee starts counting.
One…
Two…Jacob tries to cover up but Jenn punches through.
Three…
Four…Jacob reaches up and rolls Jenn over into a cradle.
One…
Two…
T…KICKOUT!!!
Taj: The champion having some early trouble with the challenger’s speed but Jacob is really showing his championship pedigree with his counters. Jacob is busted open but he’s undeterred!
America: Of course, he is! Jacob feels disrespected by everyone, especially sourpuss over here. He’s proving that he’s always been World Title material despite what Erick St. Mute has told the masses. Cat got your tongue, Erick, or was it Sandra Rose?
Taj: AMERICA!!
Both get to their feet and Jacob looks for a Satoshi Kojima-style lariat. Jenn catches the arm and swings up into a crucifix.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!!
Jacob rolls over into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!!
Taj: Jacob’s bleeding but still almost got Jenn!
America: And then Jenn rolled over and almost had him! This is a wrestling clinic!
Taj: Reminds me of your match with Lash Donahue, Erick!
America: Who?
Taj: You know Lash Donahue!
America: I know Lash! But we haven’t heard a word from the former champion over there.
Jacob gets to his knees and nails Jenn with a forearm shot to the back. Jenn staggers to the ropes clutching at her lower back. Jacob drills her with a lariat to the back of the head. Jenn goes flying over the top, smacks the edge of the ring on the way down, and lands on the thinly matted floor! Jacob steps away and raises his arms, garnering a mixed reaction from the crowd. Jenn lies on the floor seeing stars. Jacob walks over to the edge to glance down at her, making sure the referee can’t begin his count right away.
Taj: Jacob doesn’t wanna win by countout!
America: Oh, how sweet of him!
Taj: You don’t appreciate that?
America: If you can win, take it! Who cares how you get it, just take the chance when it presents itself!
Jacob steps through the ropes and drops to the floor as the referee starts to count both wrestlers out.
One…
Two…
Jacob reaches down and pulls Jenn to his feet.
Three…
Four…
Jacob scoops Jenn up and dumps her into the ring under the bottom rope, shoving her over even as the referee continues.
Five…
Six…
Jacob climbs up to the edge and nods to the crowd.
Seven…
Eight…
Jacob steps in and covers Jenn.
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: Two and seven eighths! I thought Striker had her!
America: Nothing is going to stop Jenn Drew from regaining her precious World Title! She is not complete without it!
Jacob sits up in shock as Jenn reaches for the ropes. Jacob gets to his feet and waits for Jenn to pull herself up. Jacob runs in and looks for a Ruffian Kick (discus big boot). Jenn ducks and punches Jacob low! The male portion of the crowd collectively groans. Jenn grabs Jacob and looks for a backslide pin.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!!
Jenn makes it to the corner and climbs up. She leaps off. Jacob pops up and catches her in midair with The Last Surprise (slingblade)! Jenn hits hard and Jacob quickly covers.
Taj: GOOD GOD!!
America: Damn… Jenn never saw that coming…
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner….AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….Jacob Striker!!!
Jacob pops up and raises his arms in glorious victory while the official retrieves the championship belt. Jenn is out cold. Suddenly, ESJ is in the ring with the World Title!
Taj: Erick St. John has the belt!
America: Did you hear when he got up?
Striker assumes ESJ is the official with his belt so he leaves himself open to…SMASH!
Taj: ESJ just blasted Jacob over the head with his own championship belt!
America: I thought his arm was injured!
Taj: It seems it’s a lot better now!
Striker drops like an assassinated head of state as the crowd goes apeshit!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
ESJ stands over him and looks at the 1WM World Title in hands.
America: This is the disrespect of Jacob Striker I was talking about!
Taj: What about Jacob screwing ESJ out of the title? Total disrespect!
America: There was no screwjob. Erick won the title and then lost the title…fair and square.
Jenn sees ESJ with the championship belt and nearly pulls her out!
Jenn Drew: My precious!
Jenn slides in and rushes ESJ who blasts Jenn with the belt knocking her out as well! ESJ grimaces slightly as he rolls his shoulder after both belt blasts. He looks around at the carnage as the crowd is solidly behind him.
Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!
Erick looks at the belt again and demands a mic from Torres. The ring announcer obliges the former champion who is still in full possession of the World Title. Erick glares at his fallen victims.
Erick St. John: I’m done talking. I’m done listening. I’m done with backstage politicians. I’m done with Arkham Asylum rejects. There is only one way to finish all this BULLSHIT!
Erick glares at the camera.
Erick St. John: This 1WM World Heavyweight Championship has cost me everything. My sanity. My wife. My goddamn life. And these two ass clowns have sacrificed the same. It’s time we end this appropriately… with something LEGENDARY… something worthy of an everlasting LEGACY.
The crowd hushes in anxious anticipation. Erick continues his death stare on the lead camera.
Erick St. John: Cedric… I want you to get off your fat ass and sign this match if you have the balls because it will make you a shitload of money. And we all know that’s the only thing you give a damn about. So here it is… Jenn Drew versus Erick St. John versus Jacob Striker for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship… in a Ladder Match!
The crowd goes nuts!
Erick St. John: Oh… I’m not done yet. If Jenn Drew loses, she will not get another World Title shot for one… full… year!
The crowd reacts in shock.
Erick St. John: The same goes for Jacob Striker if he loses the 1WM World Title! No rematch clause in the contract for 12 months!
The crowd is flipping out!
Erick St. John: As for me… if I don’t win this 1WM World Heavyweight Title…
Erick gingerly raises the belt over his head.
Erick St. John: … I will RETIRE from professional wrestling forever! And both Jenn and Jacob can have the honor of a true LEGENDARY LEGACY and tell the world that THEY ended the career of the First Among Equals… Erick St. John!
The crowd noise is deafening!
Erick St. John: Time to put up or shut up! Cedric… make it happen! Jenn and Jacob… let’s see who has the balls to put their money where their mouth is!
Erick tosses the mic and drops the championship belt on Striker’s back.
America: Where does Erick get off thinking he can just make the matches around here?! Surely he’s going to be fined for attacking Jenn and Jacob and needs to be suspended for disparaging the CEO of this company!
Taj: We are out of time! What a way to end Legendary Twenty-Seven! We’ll see you all next month at Legendary Twenty-Eight!
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Bianca Davis: I don’t care! Cedric is dumb as hell if he thinks he is going to screw with me like this, and that gutter rat Keon has no authority to try and deny my rematch! One on One, what do I need to dress up as a fake superhero and be a former backyard wrestler to get a title shot? Or one of the other flavors of the month?!
The voice on the other end is barely audible. Not much can be made out, but it's clear what's being said isn’t helping too much. As the Queen scoffs, before saying in a bitchy tone toward the person on the other end.
Bianca Davis: Josh, I am so sick of being jerked around by idiots and it is allowed to happen to me. I am the greatest Pride of 1WM Champion of all damn time! I am the true Pinnacle of this company and I am stuck waiting for my rematch why? Because Keon needs to fake an injury because he's scared I am going to beat him in the center of the ring? Because Cedric wants to protect the spineless coward?! Like I said this match with Mackenzie and Keli Saint doesn’t matter to me in the slightest and I am not wrestling in it!
Bianca shakes her head, as we now know who she is speaking to on the other end, none other than Joshua Samson, her representative who is trying to reason with the Malibu native. But, Bianca is having none of it right now.
Bianca Davis: Trust me, Josh, I am very willing to carry this out for as long as I damn well need to what's Cedric gonna do fine me? Please, that would be a drop in the bucket to me? We all know he doesn't have the guts to fire me, and if he did it would be one of the dumbest moves he's ever made. My face equals rating period! I get you have other clients and all of that but remember I've been with you since I came here and I have helped the visibility of the Family across multiple places and all over the damn world. Just know I am done playing these games with these idiots.
Bianca rolls her eyes as she then says in a very shrill tone.
Bianca Davis: Again I am not wrestling I don’t care what they think?! These disgusting fans don’t deserve to see me in the ring, to begin with, also I shouldn’t have to fight for my rightful rematch. Not that triple threat or fatal four-way, not any clown show stipulations either, just my rightful one-on-one match period. I won't wrestle until I get that period! Just get that done for me.
Bianca clicks the phone and shakes her head in disgust as she looks toward Simon who is nervous, around the angry Queen Bee. As she looks at him before saying in a direct tone clearly annoyed.
Bianca Davis: So, you have my drink?
Simple Simon: Yes Queen Bee.
Simon hands her water she takes a sip, before looking at him as he waits to see if she's satisfied she drinks it after a minute.
Simple Simon: Queen can I speak?
Bianca scoffs rolling her eyes before saying loudly.
Bianca Davis: Yes, Simp what do you want to say?!
Simple Simon: So if you’re not wrestling will you stay back here?
Bianca shakes her head and evil glints in her eye as she says.
Bianca Davis: No, in fact, I shall be watching this match closely, let that sleaze bag Saint, and Mackenzie beat the hell out of each other. I mean it could be entertaining I doubt it, but they are on the clock if they EVER want to see me wrestle again!
With that Bianca motions for Simple Simon to follow her, which he does as she exits the locker room with him. As the scene then fades to black.
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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-SEVEN!!
America: No time for your diarrhea of the mouth, Taj. I want to get into the action of this show immediately!
Taj: You’ll get no arguments from me, America. Let’s get this show started!
The camera cuts backstage to see Patti Rose pacing back and forth in front of a 1WM background. She has a mic in hand and her ring gear on, ahead of her return to action. There’s an audible cheer in the distance from the crowd as she appears on screen, which she duly acknowledges with a smile and nod of the head.
Patti Rose: Is it possible to become a successful wrestler without having a barbaric side? Some folks would argue so. I mean just to be a wrestler, to win wrestling matches, y’all must be an animal! Y’all must be calculated, vicious, and, above all else, cold, right? Ain’t that the why and what this is all about? Ain’t that the recipe to success?
The Glory Championship sits around the waist of a man that is all these things. Jay Aguero is a strong, powerful and dangerous man. You’d be a fool to consider him otherwise. The self-described ‘mean machine’ - a cold blooded killer intent on hurting those who stand before him, or even just there, for no reason, in front of him, as we’ve seen time and time again. The men and women who are killed along the path to our greatness are not really dead, and wrestlers are not really killers - despite what they say to their opponents. And Jay Aguero is no more than a flat-track bully, with big arms, a big head and very little in between. The longer that belt sits with him the more it loses it’s credibility. It shows the world that powerful men can rise up and do as they please, and all the hard-work and endeavour the rest of us pursue will amount to nothing.
You know what I think? I think Jay Aguero is a walking cyborg. A robot of a human being with very little substance. Many years ago he was the arch-typical professional wrestler. A prototype of a champion that bookers worldwide would crave to have on their roster. But the world of professional wrestling has a different outlook now.
Aguero, I’ve just stepped back into this company and I wouldn’t be so arrogant to demand a shot at your title so soon, there are many men and women that are more deserving. So what I suggest is me and you face one another with OR without that belt you hold so dear. It makes no difference to me. To humiliate you in front of these fans will be enough satisfaction and enough to damage your pride, credibility and ego to the point that no one will respect you as a champion anyway. But if you like my offer and you’re the true champion that you say yo are you might want to lay it on the line, show the world that it was no fluke you won it in the first place.
I’ll await your response, but right now I got me a match to attend. Let’s go Baltimore!
With that she disappears from view.
Debut Match
Silas Jessup vs. Solomon Monster
Silas Jessup vs. Solomon Monster
Wasting no time, Solomon moves in and looks for a big shot. Silas ducks and races across the ring as the referee calls for the opening bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Silas rebounds off the rope and leaps into a flying forearm shot to the face that barely registers on Solomon. Silas runs back to the ropes, rebounds off again, and goes for a second flying forearm shot to the face. Again Solomon barely registers the impact and Silas looks to run across the ring. As Solomon starts to brace, Silas changes his mind and hits a kick to the left knee. Caught unaware, Solomon stumbles back against the ropes. Silas rushes in for a spinning backfist to the face that sends Solomon falling into the rope which snaps him right back. Silas connects with a superkick on the groggy Solomon. Silas pounces for a cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…POWER OUT!!!
The momentum sends Silas flying up and into the ropes, landing outside on the apron! Solomon stands up just as Silas makes it to his feet on the outside. Solomon turns to face his opponent. Silas gives him a forearm shot to the face that brings Solomon down to one knee. Silas springs forward with a huge big boot that sends Solomon to the mat. Silas runs to the ropes, rebounds off, and drops a massive elbow. He rolls over and hooks the leg as the crowd cheers him on.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Silas is on a roll!
America: He better hope he stays that way!
Silas runs to the corner and climbs to the top. Solomon staggers to his feet and Silas leaps off for a missile dropkick. Solomon staggers back. Silas gets up and goes for a kick to the leg again. Solomon staggers, looking annoyed, bordering on angry. Silas gives him another kick to the leg, grabs him, and hits a spinning belly-to-belly suplex! Silas stays on for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Silas gets to his feet as Solomon starts to sit up. The newcomer pulls Solomon further up before dropping him back down with Dark Matter (modified reverse STO)! Silas covers again, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: My goodness! Solomon just threw Silas through the ropes again!!
America: And that look in Solomon’s eye...
Solomon gets to his feet and grabs Silas by the back of the head.
Solomon: (shouting) Are you trying to embarrass me, pup?!
The Monster runs Silas face first into the ring post. He then clocks him in the mouth sending Silas flying off the edge of the ring! Solomon watches with angry glee in his eyes as Silas crashes down onto the railing throat first! Silas snaps back off clutching at his throat as blood pours down his face. Solomon shoves the referee out of the way and steps out to the floor where he coldcocks Silas, knocking the newcomer back into the steel again!
Solomon: (shouting) I told you that you’d be an example!
The referee tries to stop him but Solomon shoves him on his behind again! As the referee calls for the bell, Solomon grabs Silas and bounces him face first off the steel steps!
Taj: Good God! This is just uncalled for! The match is over!
America: Solomon is getting what he wants and I bet Silas Jessup wishes he was anywhere but here right now?!
Solomon pulls Silas up and rams him into the ringpost again! Silas spins away stunned, bleeding all over the place. Solomon grabs him from behind and faceplants Silas on the cold hard concrete floor. As Solomon starts in, more referees flow in to try and stop him. Solomon smashes all of them away!
Taj: All hell has broken loose!
As Solomon hits the fourth referee, Eric Calloway, one half of the Headhunters, comes roaring down the aisle with a steel chair in hand. Solomon looks up as his Kali Kartel comrade makes it down to the ringside. Before anything can register to anyone, Eric blasts Solomon with a chair to the face!
Taj and America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Solomon staggers and Eric hits him a second time! Eric rears back for a third shot but Solomon punches the chair away! Eric tries to hit him anyway and Solomon throws him into the ring. Eric rolls away and Solomon pulls himself up onto the edge of the ring.
Taj: What in the world is going on?!
America: Eric asked for this! He’s always wanted to play the hero…well heroes get smashed sometimes!
Solomon starts in after him when the crowd explodes. Dexter Calloway runs down to the ring with black baseball bats in hand. He tosses one to Eric, keeping the other for himself before diving into the ring. He nods to his brother and the two of them wade into the attack!
Taj: This is unbelievable! We are witnessing the dissolution of Kali Kartel right before our very eyes!
America: This…this….is Sandra Rose’s fault! She’s brainwashed the Headhunters!
Dexter nails Solomon in the gut, doubling the big man over while Eric follows with a shot to the back! Solomon tries to turn away and both of them clock him with the bats again! He falls through the ropes to the floor, landing on his feet. Solomon looks to go back in but just as he starts in, security floods the area, pulling him back while the Headhunters beg him to bring it on again in the ring.
Taj: I can’t believe that Solomon wanted to go back in!
America: I can’t believe that the Headhunters have sold out to these idiot fans!!
Torres: The winner…by way of disqualification…Silas Jessup!!!
Everyone’s favorite, Ya Girl Q, is standing backstage near her own personalized dressing room. We know it’s hers because there’s a big cheetah print heart made out of construction paper that has a giant glittery Q directly in the center of it. She’s also holding a bouquet of Star Gazer Oriental Lilies. Q seems to be in a chipper mood as she is shown talking to someone out of the camera’s view.
Q: You know, it really means a lot to me that at least someone around here appreciates my efforts and everything I have done for this company. It’s hard, you know. It’s like the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. If I so much as take a knee, One Wrestle Movement could potentially come crashing down in a massive heap. I’m kind of like that guy. You know who he is. He published all those maps. What was his name?
Q ponders who it is that she is thinking of.
Q: That’s right. Atlas. I’m Atlas. Since its inception, I have been carrying the weight of 1WM on my shoulders while people like Jacob Striker try to tug at it like some sort of gravitational pull but we all know what would happen if the fate of 1WM rest on his shoulders.
Q whistles and moves her fist down as if a bomb is dropping. As soon as it hits the ground she just blurts out SPLAT.
Q: They really should be more thankful. You know, just like you. I leave every Legendary with a strain on my neck from all my work and you take care of me. You set up every massage session. You pamper me just like how I deserve to be treated. Thank you for recognizing that among all these peons, my omnipotent force stands out that much stronger. I’m already the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion. Even though they shut down a long time ago, I am still the RCW Artemis Champion. I’m still counting the days on that reign. How many former champions do I need to beat before I am handed the 1WM World Heavyweight Title?
Q just stares off in the direction of the mystery person.
Q: I know I’ve gotten a few shots this year at the belt but it’s not my fault I lost. It was the referee. Or, you know, the unevenness for a four way match. Why do I even need to fight for the title? They should just give it to me. How is it that my brother-in-law, a guy I brought out of retirement and into 1WM, holds a title around here before me? It boggles the mind. I’ll tell you what, though. Thanks to your encouragement and resources, I am going to take destiny into my own hands. Just you wait and see. Ya Girl Q… longest reigning YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion… longest reigning RCW Artemis Champion… the one true savior in all of One Wrestle Movement… I will have my day in the sun and it begins with that little nuisance, Rei Rei Park.
Q nods along to the unseen person as if she can hear what they are saying.
Q: Exactly. She’s just all butt hurt because Ya Girl Q put her Mean Girl friend down just like so many others. I’ll tell you this much. After the way she talked to me on Twitter, in front of the whole online community, I’m going to make her pay. Perhaps I’m starting to feel a bit reckless and you know what happens when I feel reckless. I start dropping these little nothings on their heads. They will find out real quick why Q is gonna break ya.
Q stares off with a scowl but that scowl is soon replaced by an excited smile that goes from ear to ear.
Q: OMG! Is that for me too? Are those chocolate covered almonds from Costco? You have no idea how much I LOVE those. They go straight to my thighs but who cares. They’re delish and I’ll just burn them off later anyways. Gimme. Gimme.
Q reaches off camera and pulls back a big plastic container of chocolate covered almonds. She opens the top and takes one out. It doesn’t last long as she devours the little treat.
Q: These are good but I really need to get ready for my match. Byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee… boop.
Q turns around to her dressing room and opens the door. As she quickly enters inside, we see her “dressing room” is just a janitor’s closet complete with mop and bucket in view. Without acknowledging the room she closes the door behind her.
In Ring Return Match
Aurora Master vs.Patti Rose
Aurora Master vs.Patti Rose
The show returns to see Aurora Master in the ring with someone on her side, a woman dressed in a completely blue suit, with a “Aurora Corp” tag on her chest. She hands a microphone to Aurora and bows.
Aurora Master: Thank you.
She takes a pause to look at everyone in the audience before continuing.
Aurora Master: Overshadowed, again. My grand return, a year in the wait, and it just so happens to coincide with the return of Patti Rose. And what a return! Intervening at the end of the show, everyone going wild! The exact opposite of the mild buzz of one third of the Master Sisters appearing in the middle of the show to give a speech. Of course, speeches are what she does. It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? I complained about being overshadowed my whole career, and on the exact same day, this happens. Almost like fate, like destiny itself is trying to keep me in the shadows, but I’m used to it. That’s why I’m not going to be mad, instead I’m going to rip the spotlight right out of Patti Rose! In a couple of moments I’m going to destroy Patti in this ring right here and silence every single one of you that loudly cheered for her and didn’t care for me. Aurora Master is here to stay my friends, and it’s here to win.
She returned the microphone to her assistant, who then left the ring.
Taj: Do you see any validity in Aurora’s comments, America?
America: Uh..yeah. Patti Rose didn’t have to stick her big beak in Jay Aguero’s business thus leading to overshadowing Aurora Master’s return announcement earlier that night.
Patti makes her way down to the ring. Patti waits for the referee to call for the bell and the match to begin. Unfortunately for her, Aurora rushes across the ring and hits the old school veteran in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third! Blow after blow connects with Patti staggering from the impact.
America: Take it to her ass, Aurora!
Aurora turns around and takes a moment to taunt her opponent, drawing a few more boos from every fan in attendance. Aurora then tries to refocus her attention on The Bullet With A Mullet---only to have Patti step forward and nearly kick her head off with a superkick! Aurora slowly tries to crawl back up to her feet---clearly having no idea where she's at. Patti grabs hold of her and makes a cutthroat motion. The fans are on their feet with cheers but those cheers quickly turn to jeers as Jay Aguero stomps his way down the rampway.
Taj: The Glory Champion is in the building!
America: And you know he’s here to stomp that mullet wearing old lady into a hairball!
Patti releases Aurora once she spots the approcoaching Jay. The Glory Champ gestures for Patti to step out the ring. Patti steps to the ropes but is quickly spun back around and dropped to the mat by Aurora’s Bow! (jumping DDT) Aurora covers.
Taj: Patti took her eyes off the objective…
America: And now she’s going to pay for it!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
As soon as the match ends, Jay slides into the ring, going straight for Patti. She lets out a yelp as he grabs her by the mullet and yanks her up.
Taj: Oh come on! The match is over!
America: But the fun hasn't started yet! I want to see if Patti's still as gung-ho as the last time they met!
The crowd boos intensely as the bell rings numerous times, the referee yelling at Jay from the outside. The Glory Champ pays him no mind. Aurora urges Jay to “drop her on her mullet head!” Jay does indeed drop Patti with his The Perfect Driver (Steiner Driver)! Aurora claps while jumping up and down with joy at the sight.
Taj: This…this…is terrible!
America: This is exactly what Patti deserves!
Officials flood down to the ring to prevent any further assaults but Jay seems satisfied with the physical message he has left. Aurora and Jay exit the ring while the officials attend to the barely conscious Patti.
The scene opens up in the backstage area. A misty, haze-like fog fills the camera as the faint sounds of snakes hissing slowly starts to get louder. It doesn’t take long before an ornately decorated gold and emerald green throne comes into view, sitting atop a platform that has a few snakes crawling over it. And sitting upon the aforementioned throne was the woman who calls herself the “Cobra Queen”... Rei Park. Her jet black hair has been straightened perfectly as she is adorned with gold snake themed jewelry, complete with a golden snake tiara that would make Medusa jealous. She was even wearing a gold gown that made her short frame look long and lean.
Rei Park: One… Wrestle… Movement… A company that constantly allows blatant disrespect and rewards the unworthy.
She rolls her eyes as she leans on the right arm of the throne chair, flicking a section of her hair behind her shoulder.
Rei Park: I joined this company for a few reasons… mainly because of a friend I made during my trainee days. And because, if you can’t tell, I love gold. Once you have championship gold… you crave it again. They’re like Pringles, once you pop you just can’t stop. And this bitch is hungry.
A devilish smirk slowly starts to creep its way onto her face.
Rei Park: Most people when they see me, only think I’m just a pretty face, making false claims that I’m riding the coattails of someone to try and push their own incompetence into the shadows. But once they step into the ring with me, they quickly realize that this small chick is fully capable of whipping some major ass, quickly realizing why I am called the Cobra Queen. My friend Coda gave me that nickname for a reason. I hunt my prey, waiting in the shadows and hiding in the grass until it’s time to strike. I don’t bite ankles… I go for the jugular. . So it is time that I fully embrace that once again… starting tonight with that walking laughing stock Q with her cardboard “title”.
A snake slowly crawls across the toes of Rei’s shoes, not even phasing her as she looks dead into the camera with her hypnotic eyes. It’s a look that could pierce your soul.
Rei Park: I don’t mess around. I’ve never played fuck around and find out. But tonight, that is just what Q will be doing. Nobody takes her seriously and she’s not making matters any better for herself. She’ll only be known as a comedy act. And while some other delusional twits would say the same about me, purely because they are just like Q in believing their own cult leader-esque bull, when I say I’m going to do something… I do it. Like when I say I will be a champion again… I will be.
Rei’s lips part into a full-on smile as a laugh escapes from her lips that would make Snow White’s Evil Queen run for cover.
Rei Park: Jenn and I are a team, supporting each other both in and out of the ring. While she fell to Q, I will get her retribution tonight after I drop Q. Q will probably not realize what’s going on and do something she’ll wind up regretting. She’s already shown just how careless she is. Oooh this is going to be fun.
Slowly the scene fades out as Rei’s laugh continues to echo throughout.
Tag Team Match
Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy vs. Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson)
Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy vs. Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson)
Alex and Liam start off the match for their respective teams. They exchange a friendly handshake before the bell rings at which they both immediately get things started. Alex fires off a forearm strike that Liam dodges by ducking underneath. Liam then does something similar to the same result. They smile at each other, pointing at the other before Alex charges forward and hits Liam with an elbow strike directly to the temple. Liam stumbles backward, allowing Alex to capitalize further by hitting a drop toehold and then following it up with a knee drop directly to Liam’s abdomen. Liam immediately goes into a fetal position as his tag team partner Miles urges him to get up, arm stretched out as he waits for a tag. Alex grabs Liam by the ankle and drags him back into the center of the ring, hitting an elbow drop to the inner thigh. But at the last possible second, Liam manages to wrap Alex up in some kind of roll up attempt and manages to get a 2 count before Alex kicks out. McKena looks to breathe a sigh of relief.
This clearly has irked Alex who pulls Liam up to his feet, looking to possibly hit another power move, only to have him turn it around with an enziguri before he whips her off in the direction of his corner. There he tags in the eagerly waiting Miles before Liam hits Alex with a springboard dropkick, sending her into a waiting Miles who hits her with a reverse STO. Liam gets out onto the apron as Miles turns on the jets, whipping Alex off into the ropes, hitting her with a dropkick as she comes rebounding back. He then pulls her up, looking to do it again only to have Alex counter and drill him head first into the mat with a spike DDT. This allows Alex to trudge over to her own corner and tag in McKena, who comes charging in, hitting Miles with Rolling Thunder.
McKena pulls Miles back up to a vertical base and the two then proceed to trade a wide ranged series of back and forth strikes. Miles manages to hit McKena with a hard forearm smash, sending her into the ropes… but she answers back with a sit-down jawbreaker that rocks him. She pulls herself back up to her feet and sluggishly climbs the turnbuckles as Alex takes care of Liam. This allows McKena to leap off the top and hit Miles with Outcast Splash (frog splash) before covering.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… the team of Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy!
Taj: What an exciting tag team match we just witnessed!
America: Are you high right now, Taj?
Taj: Of course not. Alex and McKena proved that they work very well together. I’m really hoping that they continue as a team.
America: NEXT!
Rieca Alejandro is seen walking down the hallway. She didn’t have a match but was there still. She notices someone ahead of her, as she growls softly. The person ahead of her was Sandra Rose. Rieca walks up to her, showing she was not happy to see her.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) What are you doing? Ruining more people?
Sandra looks at Rieca as she shakes her head.
Sandra Rose: I don’t know what you are talking about. I haven’t ruined anyone.
Rieca looks at her.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) Bullshit. You are ruining my brothers. Why would you do that?
Sandra Rose: What are you talking about? I am helping them see what they can be. I know they can be good. You as well.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) You are wrong. You are not helping them. You are turning them into something they’re not. You are going to drag them down like you did Erick.
Sandra looks down, as she hears his name. She sighs softly.
Sandra Rose: What happened with Erick and me is none of your business. If you don’t like me helping Eric and Dexter, that is too bad. I’m not doing it for you. I am doing it for them.
Rieca smirks lightly.
Rieca Alejandro: (In Spanish) Or to fuck them. They will see how you really are soon enough.
Sandra Rose: Maybe you should trust them, instead of listening to others. If you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave.
Rieca Alejandro: I’ll be watching you.
Rieca actually says it in English this time. Sandra rolls her eyes before walking away. Rieca watches her before starting to walk again.
Singles Match
“Ya Girl” Q vs. “Cobra Queen” Rei Park
“Ya Girl” Q vs. “Cobra Queen” Rei Park
As soon as the bell rings, Q bitch slaps Rei, knocking the smaller woman to a knee. Rei clutches at her face for a second as Q knowingly grins down at her. The crowd boos and Q shrugs. Rei glances up before launching herself for a double leg takedown. The crowd erupts as Q’s back hits the mat hard. Rei leaps up and tries to take the mounted position but Q catches her by the throat with both hands. She rolls and looks to blast Rei on the mat. Rei slips out of the hold and Q pounds the mat with her fist! Rei takes Q over for a rolling cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Rei gets to her feet and Q takes her out from behind with a big clothesline. Rei bounces off the ropes. Q takes her from behind in a full nelson. Rei tries to elbow out and then kicks back, catching Q between the uprights. Q releases and Rei rolls forward into a victory roll.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Two times Rei almost had Q!
America: Almost means nothing.
Both women get to their feet. The crowd explodes in jeers as THE Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esq., makes his way down the rampway.
Taj: What is Joshua Samson doing out here?!
America: Well it’s no secret that Joshua has a supreme hatred for the Seoul Queens, Rei Park and Jenn Drew. He’s vowed at one point that he’d run them out of 1WM.
In the ring Rei jumps up into a DDT attempt. Q catches her and reverses into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both women get back up. Samson tosses a small object up and over the top rope into the ring. Q catches it and belts Rei in the mouth! Rei goes down hard.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
America: Talk about hands of stone!
Taj: I don’t think that was a legal punch, America.
Q stands over her allowing the light to shine off the brass knuckles on her hand. Outside the ring, Samson mockingly claps. The referee instantly calls for the bell. Q slides out of the ring and walks away, leaving Rei lying unconscious in the middle of the ring. Laughing, Samson looks in on the unconscious Rei.
Torres: Here is your winner…by way of disqualification…Rei Park!!!
Taj: What the hell was that?!
America: That was "Ya Girl" Q sending a message to 1WM!
Taj: I was really asking about Joshua Samson’s involvement?
America: I don’t know, but if it results in Rei Park getting knocked the hell out, I’m all for it!
We fade in on the dressing room of the 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, where we see Aurora and Damon Graves dressed for war, their championships draped over their respective shoulders. Aurora, her cell phone in her hand, paces back and forth across the floor, an intense look on her face as she listens. Through the camera’s microphone, we can hear the faint sound of a female voice coming through the phone. After a moment, Aurora nods her head, biting her bottom lip slightly.
Aurora Graves: Whatever it takes, do it. The sooner we get that equipment, the better.
There is another pause as more indiscernible words come through.
Aurora Graves: Alright. We’ll be in touch. When we get back to California, I’ll contact you. Right… bye.
She hangs up the phone, slipping the device into her gear bag as she sighs. Damon, a look of mild concern on his face, arches his eyebrow as he adjusts his vest.
Damon Graves: Everything alright, Harley?
Aurora nods her head.
Aurora Graves: It’s fine… just a couple of pieces of equipment we need for the new shop are on backorder from our usual vendor, so I had to contact another supplier. I had to pay a little to expedite the order, but we should be good.
A curious expression crosses Damon’s face.
Damon Graves: Then who were you on the phone with?
Aurora Graves: The interior designer we hired for the shop. Anyway, that’s one less thing we have to deal with. Now we can focus on the business at hand…
Aurora’s eyes narrow as Damon gets his trademark smirk.
Damon Graves: I do love it when you talk business… especially when that business involves flying fists and cracked jaws.
Aurora smiles.
Aurora Graves: Oh, you better believe it’s gonna go down tonight. We may be fighting those two blonde bi…
Damon Graves: You really don’t like them, do you, Harley?
Aurora Graves: Why would I? What reason have they given me to want to do anything other than rip their hair out by the fucking roots? I thought we came here to fight, not play nice. The way I see it, those two are no different than the entitled little bitches that used to try to fuck with me in high school.
Damon Graves: Fair enough. But whatever you do, don’t lose sight of the goal…
Aurora pounds her fist into her palm, an eager gleam in her eye.
Aurora Graves: You mean other than yeeting Brianna’s teeth into the third row and making her scream as I bend her spine in ways it was never meant to go?
Damon opens his mouth as if to speak, but Aurora’s words make him pause for a moment. His emerald eyes widen as he tilts his head to the side, as if mentally processing the image his wife is describing.
Damon Graves: As lovely as you make that sound, there was one thing that Justice said that made sense…
Now it was Aurora’s turn to raise her eyebrow, giving Damon a look that said “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
Aurora Graves: Excuse me? Are you talking about the same Justice you’re going to be stepping into the ring with… Little Miss “What Justice Wants, Justice Gets?”
The mocking tone in her voice causes Damon to chuckle softly as Aurora rolls her eyes.
Damon Graves: I know how you feel, Harley. Girls like her… they paint themselves one way, only to act the complete opposite. But she did say that this will be good for everyone involved no matter who wins.
Aurora crosses her arms, slumping her shoulders as she scoffs.
Aurora Graves: Maybe so, but if they think for one second it’s going to be anything but a straight up fight when we step through those ropes…
Damon Graves: Then they’ll be sorely disappointed.
Aurora Graves: Oh, they’re gonna be sore, alright. And not in the fun way, either.
She pauses to glance at the clock up on the wall above the door leading out to the hallway. With an encouraging smile, she grabs Damon by the hands and leans in for a quick kiss.
Aurora Graves: Well, you’re up first, babe. And if what Justice wants, Justice gets, then I hope she wants a boot in her ass!
Damon nods his head as he brushes a few strands of hair from Aurora’s face.
Damon Graves: Oh, I think that can be arranged.
Aurora glances at Damon’s championship belt as she runs a hand along his other arm.
Aurora Graves: I have no doubt in my mind, babe. There’s only one thing left to do now…
Damon nods again.
Damon Graves: And that’s get out there and kick some ass!
Aurora and Damon grab their respective championship belts from their shoulders and clink the center plates together. Damon gives his wife one last kiss before slinging his championship back over his shoulder and heading for the door as the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Justice Cross vs. Damon Graves
Justice Cross vs. Damon Graves
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender plays as Justice Cross makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: Justice has returned to 1WM and made everyone realize that she is a very real threat to the roster. She and Brianna Matthews came in and won the Tag Team Championships.
America: I was never a big Justice fan but I do have to give it up to her though. With a bit of refinement, I think we could see her competing or even being the Pride of 1WM Champion.
“Dirty Angel” by Voodoo Johnson plays as Damon Graves makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: The male half of the two time 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels.
America: Yawn…
The bell sounds and both wrestlers walk up to the middle of the ring. Justice smirks as Damon just stares through her with his usual mask of concentration. Justice looks to paintbrush Damon but misses as Damon ducks and scores a double leg takedown. The crowd cheers wildly as Justice’s back hits the mat hard. Damon leaps into the mounted position. Damon swings around into a cross position and then rolls Justice over into a crucifix pin seemingly out of nowhere.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both get to their feet and Justice fakes for a spinning heel kick. Damon ducks and Justice drops to her knees, getting in an uppercut shot to Damon’s face. Damon staggers back, spinning around and Justice jumps up into a victory roll.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Damon catches Justice with an arm drag and then steps over into a standing armbar. Justice throws her legs up, seemingly looking for an arm triangle. Damon starts to move out of the way and Justice kicks him in the face and then low. As Damon doubles over, Justice pulls him down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
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TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Very technical wrestling machine going on right now. We often forget that Damon is an accomplished singles wrestler in his own right.
America: Come on, Taj, no one would even care about Damon if he wasn’t teaming with his wife.
Both competitors spring up and Damon scores another double leg takedown. He steps in and starts to take a Boston crab but Justice manages to kick him off. Damon keeps going, regaining his balance quickly and running to the far ropes. He rebounds off and Justice pops up for a leapfrog. Damon runs by. Damon rebounds off the second set of ropes and Justice drops down to let Damon go by. Damon stops, drops down on to Justice, and rolls her over with a half nelson for a pinning predicament.
One…
Two…
THRE…JUSTICE GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!!
Damon pulls Justice off the ropes and Justice rolls through into a version of a victory roll again.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Damon starts up and Justice kicks him in the face! Damon staggers back to the ropes and Justice pops up looking for a big lunging clothesline. Damon ducks under and elevates Justice over the top rope. Justice lands on the apron and punches Damon in the face. Damon staggers back. Justice slingshots herself into a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
As both wrestlers pop up, Damon catches her for a potential belly-to-belly suplex but Justice manages to knee Damon in the groin! As the ref turns his back to Justice to check on Damon, Justice spits green mist into Damon’s face! Justice pushes past the referee, grabs the blinded Damon, and drops him with Lights Out (RKO)! Justice covers, hooking the leg and tights, while slipping her own feet onto the bottom rope.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Justice quickly slips her feet off the ropes and rolls out to the floor. Damon lies on the mat in a daze clutching at his eyes.
Torres: The winner of this match…Justice Cross!
Taj: Justice literally stole one!
America: And I love it!
Singles Match
Brianna Matthews vs. Aurora Graves
Brianna Matthews vs. Aurora Graves
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Celebrity Skin” by Hole as Brianna Matthews makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: Well we’ve already seen the other half of The Vixens get singles victory just moments ago. It’s time to see if Brianna will be able to do the same thing?
America: That would be a solid hell yeah, Taj!
”Rebel Yell” by Dope plays as Aurora Graves makes her way down to the ring.
Taj: The female counterpart of The Fallen Angels set to gain a single wins tonight.
America: You know, Taj, if Aurora dropped the deadweight of her old man and embraced a real mean streak, I think she would have so much more success in her career.
DING DING DING!!!
The two women lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Brianna takes a quick standing armbar and turns it quickly into a hammerlock. Aurora reaches back and snapmares her over. Aurora gives her a kick between the shoulderblades and Brianna grimaces in pain. Aurora leans down to go for a reverse chinlock but Brianna grabs her and rolls into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Brianna grabs Aurora and takes her into a side cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Brianna Matthews looks like she’s trying to catch Aurora Graves napping!
America: Hey, she ain’t getting paid by the hour and if she can catch her… catch her!
Taj: Catch as catch can?
America: Name of the game, Taj, name of the game.
Aurora and Brianna pop up and Brianna catches Aurora for a backslide.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
They get back to their feet and Brianna catches Aurora looking for a clothesline for a crucifix pin attempt. Aurora rolls through and cradles Brianna up.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!!
As the two women get up, Brianna catches Aurora for a belly-to-belly suplex. Brianna covers.
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!!
Aurora rolls Brianna over into a crucifix pin.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Brianna gets up and goes to hit Aurora but misses. Aurora grabs her and drops her with Bury the Light (Sister Abigail)! Aurora covers, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Aurora scores the pin!
America: Damn it!
Torres: Here is your winner…Aurora Graves!!!
The camera cuts to the backstage area where we find Jacob Striker leaning against a wall, already dressed to wrestle for the night complete with a black and orange windbreaker and the windbreaker’s hood drawn over his head.
Jacob Striker: Tonight, I get something that I’ve been wanting for quite sometime now in my rematch against Jenni Drew. But then again some of the people are probably wondering what the fuck I am going on about because why would I need a rematch against Jenni since I’m the one who beat her, right? Well the answer is simple really, I’ve seen this fire that rages behind Jenni’s eyes as of late and it’s a fire that I know all too well because I too was once possessed by this fire and I let everything else around me burn as I sought out only one thing for it and it’s oh so seductive name;
The all consuming fire of revenge knows no bounds. So tonight, Jenni finally gets that one on one rematch that she’s been no doubt screaming to the high heavens for because she wants something back that she feels is much more precious to her than anything.
Jake then motions for the camera to follow him before he pushes himself off of the wall and starts walking down one of the hallways.
Jacob Striker: But as I found out, rage opens too many doors for you to just snap shut again. It makes you lose focus, makes you sloppy, and in the end…it slams shut so many chances for you to make things right in your life. Tell me JenJen, when was the last time that you actually sat down and spoke to Sammi? Did you stop in your rage to listen to your heart or did that fiery path just keep blazing through your heart.
Jake stops and turns to look fully at the camera, pushing the hood of the windbreaker back to reveal his long hair is now short and his beard has become much more respectable…but those piercing blue eyes still remain, that intense stare focused solely on the camera and through it-to his opponent for the evening.
Jacob Striker: I know that fire that burns through you all too well, Jenni, and I let it consume me for far too long and here, tonight in front of all of the friends, foes, doubters, and callous bastards alike, I’m going to put those flames of revenge out…I’m going to snuff them, just like your chances at taking *MY* title out like a campfire before the tsunami and there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop it because you’ve never learned the art to use that flame, unlike I did. You just play stupid games with your fire…I made mine into a *masterpiece*!!
That signature dark smile crosses Jake’s face as he laughs a dry and bitter laugh.
Jacob Striker: You see, I’ve heard all of the mutterings here in the back…including a certain little nickname that’s been making its way around that someone has for me… The “Bastard of One Wrestle Movement”. I can understand the meaning behind it, the depths that I’ve gone to create my violent masterpieces here in One Wrestle Movement. But tell me, has anyone else wrestled such technical masterpieces prior to me becoming the champion here….has anyone gone into other companies proudly proclaiming that they are the One Wrestle Movement’s champion before *ME*? No, yet I’m the “Bastard”. I can live with that, ladies and gentlemen, and I’ll bear it proudly because that’s just who I am.
But all that comes right back around to why we are here tonight and that is this one final dance between Jenni Drew and myself, this one fateful final flickering hope that has been placed before her like water to a man dying of thirst. You have been given your long awaited rematch, JenJen. Something that everyone has tried to rip from you because they all think that you are nothing more than the girl who should stay at the back of the line.
Jake then points down the hallway away from them and the camera looks in that direction before returning to look back at Striker.
Jacob Striker: When you go out to that ring here tonight, Jenni Drew. I don’t want some psycho little bitch bent on revenge coming after me because if *she* shows up, then I can promise you that I’ll end this match quickly and move onto my next opponent. Give me the Jenni Drew who stood before me with that arrogant little smile on her face…
The cruel smile only gets bigger at this point.
Jacob Striker: Give me *THAT* Jenni Drew and I will gleefully snap you back to reality faster than you can fucking blink because tonight, my dear girl, history will indeed repeat itself. Oh, and one more thing. Q, you had best be listening and fucking listening *well* because if I see *you* or your little hand banana anywhere near or at ringside for this match against Jenni…well, Cedric already knows full well that I cannot nor will not be held accountable for what happens to you. Quote the Bastard, forevermore.
The camera then cuts to ringside.
Singles Match
Mackenzie Roberts [colors=silver]vs.
Kelli Saint[/center]Mackenzie Roberts [colors=silver]vs.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Taj: Well I have received official word that indeed Bianca Davis has refused to wrestle in this match until she receives her one-on-one rematch for the Pride of 1WM Championship currently held by Keon Suggs II.
America: I am completely behind her decision, Taj. This company has been jerking my girl’s chains on this entire matter.
Taj: Well if Bianca wouldn’t have injured Keon last month perhaps she would have gotten that one-on-one tonight?
Suddenly “Red Opps” by 21 Savage plays and walking out from the back comes Keon Suggs II. Holding the Pride of 1WM belt over his shoulder. He smirks, strolling to the ring surely not showing any signs of an injury that he claimed at the hands of Bianca last month.
Taj: Speaking of the Pride of 1WM Champion. Looks as if he’ll be joining us tonight.
America: Well this is going to be different.
Keon makes it down to the commentating table and has a seat between Taj and America.
“CrushCrushCrush” by Paramore plays as Mackenzie Roberts makes her way down to the ring.
Keon Suggs II: Just as I figured Bianca wouldn't show up. She thinks she is entitled to a rematch? I am the champ I decide. Far as I am concerned she is out the running.
Taj: I don’t think it actually works that way, Keon. Though Bianca doesn’t have the power to dictate when or if the match occurs either.
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 in the center of the ring when the lights come up, sizing up her prey, preparing for the start of the match.
Keon Suggs II: Bianca aint getting no shot, that is the bottom line. I will grant the winner of this match a shot. And don't tell me how things work, Taj. They work how I want them to.
America: I like the aggressiveness. I didn’t know you had it in you, kid.
Kelli looks across the ring at Mackenzie and begins to chuckle, much to the annoyance of Mackenzie. She glares at Kelli and waits until she hears the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Mackenzie sprints across the ring. She immediately gets to work on trying to wear Kelli down, hitting him in the mouth with a series of hard forearm shots. The fans waste little time in showing Mackenzie their support. Mackenzie continues to be aggressive with her strikes. Kelli has no choice but to try and step away from her, but Mackenzie doesn't stop. She then grabs hold of Kelli and tries to shoot her across the ring. Kelli reverses the attempt and flashes an amused smirk at Mackenzie. She then steps toward the center of the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound---only to have Mackenzie send her to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The fans are on their feet, absolutely showing their support for Roberts. Mackenzie responds by throwing a fist in the air.
Taj: Mackenzie's just one month removed from what might be one of the best matches that we've ever seen her wrestle in 1WM and the fans are definitely showing their support!
America: Let them cheer, Taj! It'll make things that much better when Kelli steals their hope from them!
Kelli tries to pull herself back up to her feet, looking just a little more annoyed than she did a few seconds ago. Mackenzie ignores this and hurries to close the gap between the two. She hits Kelli in the chest with a chop, and then a second.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
Kelli continues to try and keep her distance from Mackenzie, but she ultimately backs herself into a corner for her efforts. Mackenzie smirks as soon as she notices and hurries to close the gap. Unfortunately for her, Kelli has this scouted perfectly---getting a foot into the air and kicking Mackenzie hard in the jaw. She stumbles back from the impact, and though Mackenzie is quick to try and reach her feet, Kelli sprints out of the corner and takes Mackenzie right back down with a running forearm smash.
Taj: It may not have been much, but as we've seen in the past, Kelli can do a number of impressive things when she's on a roll.
America: The woman has got the most varied offense that we've ever seen in 1WM! Now it's time for her to put it to good use!
Keon Suggs II: Most varied offense? I am right here man.
Mackenzie slowly tries to bring herself to her feet. Kelli watches her with a surprising amount of interest on her face. Once Mackenzie's about halfway up, Kelli steps toward her and grabs her by the hair. She pulls Mackenzie in toward her and blasts her with a vicious knee shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third---each shot taking just a bit more out of Mackenzie. Mackenzie nonetheless tries to keep herself upright. Kelli brings an end to that by lifting Mackenzie into the air and slamming her to the mat with a double arm suplex---the fans booing as soon as she hits the mat!
Taj: Can you tell that the fans have a preference in this one?
America: It's almost like they don't have any taste at all! Then again...that isn't much of a surprise...
Taj: Well, would YOU like someone that said they were going to take your hope away?
America: Yes. Yes I would!
Kelli continues to ignore the response that she's receiving from the fans. She grabs Mackenzie by the hair once again to bring her back up to her feet. Kelli hits Mackenzie with a hard elbow shot to knock her groggy before straightening her up. Kelli hits her with a slap to the face that echoes throughout the arena! Kelli follows it up with a second, and then a third!
Taj: That’s so disrespectful!
Mackenzie stumbles back just a bit, leaving herself open to a spinning backfist. Mackenzie drops to a knee but manages to pull herself upright. Laughing, Kelli bounces off of the ropes, preparing to send Mackenzie back to the mat with a running single knee kick! Unfortunately for her, as soon as she gets close to Mackenzie, she leaps into the air and knocks Kelli down with a dropkick!
Taj: Some perfect timing by Mackenzie Roberts!
America: So she managed to get lucky this time.
Keon Suggs II: Both look like more of a challenge than Bianca.
Kelli is quick to try and make it back up to her feet. Mackenzie runs over and locks in a front face lock. She tries to apply pressure in hopes of wearing her down. Kelli is quick to fight her way out of Mackenzie's grasp with a few hard shots to the ribs. Kelli shoves Mackenzie away, but Mackenzie bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed. Unfortunately for her, Kelli is able to take advantage---grabbing hold of Mackenzie and trying to wrestle her into position for a legsweep. She gets a full nelson applied, but Mackenzie squirms out of her grasp before she gets sent to the mat. Kelli turns around to face her. Mackenzie hits her with a kick to the ribs and then a second for good measure. She bounces off of the ropes before Kelli can recover, planting Kelli on the mat with a bulldog! Once again, the fans begin to show their support.
Taj: It didn't take long for the momentum in this one to change!
America: Are you done overreacting yet? Doesn't look like the match is over to me!
Mackenzie briefly glances back at Kelli to see if she's in position for a potential finisher. Unfortunately, Kelli starts to stir. Mackenzie shakes her head and waits for Kelli to make it back up to her feet. Once she's up, Mackenzie runs and tries to set Kelli up for something, but Kelli cuts her off with a leg lariat! Mackenzie crashes hard to the mat. Kelli pops back up to her feet. She bounces off of the ropes and lands on Mackenzie with a running senton. She covers..
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Kelli grabs hold of Mackenzie by the hair and lifts her to her feet. The fans boo loudly, though Kelli ignores them. She hits Mackenzie in the mouth with a few hard elbow shots to wear her down before shooting her across the ring. Mackenzie crashes hard into a turnbuckle. She staggers a bit from the impact before resting against the turnbuckle and trying to recover. Kelli smirks and ignores the boos that she's receiving. She charges at Mackenzie to try and attack her in the corner, but Mackenzie cuts her off with a slingblade! The fans are on their feet, cheering loudly as Mackenzie covers.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Can you believe what we're seeing from both of these wrestlers? This is impressive.
Keon Suggs II: Not really…
America: Well, don't worry. Kelli's poised to take control for the sake of despair! I can feel it...
The fans continue to cheer for Mackenzie. She smiles and acknowledges the support. She then grabs hold of Kelli and tries to set her up for CrushCrushCrush (Russian leg sweep into a pin). Kelli wastes no time in trying to fight her way out of Mackenzie's grasp. Kelli shoves her away from him and is able to throw Mackenzie into the turnbuckle. Kelli then drags a groggy Mackenzie toward the center of the ring before sending her down to the mat with a neckbreaker! The fans boo loudly. Kelli drags Mackenzie back up to her feet. Without hesitation, she delivers a second neckbreaker! The boos only get louder.
Taj: ...Damn Kelli. She's horrible.
America: What do you mean?
Kelli once again brings Mackenzie back up to her feet by her hair. She hesitates for just a moment before delivering a third neckbreaker.
Taj: Why would Kelli Saint use so many neckbreakers against Mackenzie Roberts of all people?
America: If that rumor is true that's cold. I love it.
The boos grow louder. Kelli encourages them to keep it up before sliding out of the ring and looking for a toy to use. She rummages around under the ring for a moment, seemingly not satisfied with anything in the immediate vicinity. Kelli then turns her attention toward the timekeeper. She grabs the chair away from him and turns back toward the ring with it. Kelli tries to step back into the ring, but before she can, Mackenzie suddenly dives through the ropes and takes both of them down to the floor with a suicide dive!
Taj: Mackenzie doesn't look happy!
America: Well, she should get over it!
Mackenzie tries to pound away on Kelli on the floor, not letting up for even a second. Kelli tries to escape, but Mackenzie is relentless. Kelli staggers back up to her feet. In the ring, the referee starts counting both wrestlers out.
One…an angry Mackenzie continues to attack.
Two…Kelli is able to use her aggression to her advantage by sending Mackenzie hard into the ring post.
Three…Mackenzie crashes into the ring post.
Four…Mackenzie staggers around from the impact before slumping down onto the steel steps.
Five…Smirking, Kelli slams Mackenzie's head hard into the steel.
Six…Mackenzie looks a little out of it, which prompts Kelli to do it again.
Seven…
Eight…Kelli then grabs hold of Mackenzie and rolls her back into the ring. Kelli then stands outside of the ring and grins.
Taj: What in the world is Kelli thinking? She’s on the verge of getting counted out!
Nine…
America: GET IN THE RING, KELLI!!
Despite the fact that the referee is still counting, she makes no effort to re-enter the ring.
TEN!!
Torres: The winner of this match...as a result of a countout...
Before Torres can finish announcing Mackenzie as the winner, Kelli finally re-enters the ring. She lines herself up with Mackenzie and waits. Once Mackenzie is back on her feet, Kelli delivers a Playtime's Over (bicycle kick)! Mackenzie collapses to the mat.
Keon Suggs II: Least she is making a statement. Far as I am concerned either of these two can get a shot before Bianca.
Taj: Kelli made a statement indeed, Keon.
America: Mackenzie may have won, she may getting another crack at your Pride of 1WM title at some point, but there is no denying that Kelli is deserving of an opportunity and that my girl Bianca won’t be going away anytime soon.
The fans boo Kelli loudly and though she revels in it for a moment, she then shakes her head. Kelli crouches down over Mackenzie's body and loud enough for all to hear letting her know that she “just paid a price for her hope!” The boos continue. Kelli simply steps out of the ring and heads toward the back.
Streaming Live May 15th, 2022
Main Event
World Heavyweight Championship Match
“The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew vs. “The Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker
Torres: The following is the Legendary Twenty-Seven MAINNNNNN EVENNNNNTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
The Maryland crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit for the ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!
"Moonlight Sonata" by E.S. Posthumus plays on the arena sound system and the crowd instantly recognizes the theme of the “First Among Equals” Erick St. John. The crowd is on its feet and greet the former champion with an ESJ chant.
Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!
Erick walks out from the back dressed in expensive custom streets clothes. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd. He nods approvingly at the massive pop he’s receiving before heading towards ringside.
Torres: Introducing the special guest commentator, he is the FORMER One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion….The First Among Equals,....ERICK ST. JOHN!
Taj: Well this is a surprise.
America: Really, Taj? I see it right here on our notes that Erick St. John joining commentary.
Erick reaches the announce table without greeting the announce team and puts on the extra headset. The expression on Erick’s face hasn’t changed since he came out to ringside: stoic.
Taj: It’s good to see you back in one piece, Erick. How’s the arm feeling?
Erick doesn’t respond. He just glares at the ring.
America: I think you pissed him off, Taj.
Taj: I… nevermind….
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet…representing is one half of the Seoul Queens….she is a former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is The Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNN DREWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon plays as Jacob Striker, 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 tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at six feet even….he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is a two-time current defending and reigning 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOBBBBBB STRIKERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This should be a hellava match! Jenn Drew has gone off the rails ever since she lost the World Title at Massive 2. Yet I think she’s more dangerous now than ever before! We could easily get a new World Champion tonight.
America: Jacob Striker is a genius in and out of the ring. Right, Erick? Who you got winning tonight?
Erick doesn’t respond to America’s mocking question.
America: Still butt hurt that the Champ outsmarted you, huh?
Taj: America… I wouldn’t mess with ESJ right now.
DING DING DING!!!
The two competitors circle, each looking for the advantage. As the two rivals step up, Jenn punches Jacob dead in the mouth! Jacob steps back, stunned and caught off-guard. Jenn drops to her knees and punches Jacob's knee. As Jacob doubles over in pain, Jenn grabs him and pulls him into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both get to their feet and Jacob goes for a big lariat. Jenn ducks and runs to the ropes. She rebounds and comes roaring back, looking for a big flying forearm shot. Jacob catches her and brings her down for a spinebuster! Jacob covers.
One…
Two…
THR…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: Jenn snatches the quick advantage and almost surprised Jacob! She was a half second away from holding the World Title for a second time!
America: Credit to her genius! But Striker has stepped up his game ever since you pulled your shenanigans as Primus at Massive Two, right Erick? You really are an inspiration, ESJ.
Taj: America… don’t poke an injured lion.
Jenn gets to her feet and rushes to the corner while Jacob staggers up, looking for a fight. Jenn jumps off and hits a flying clothesline from the second turnbuckle. Jacob hits hard and Jenn quickly scrambles into the mounted position. She starts to hammer down with punches drawing blood as the referee starts counting.
One…
Two…Jacob tries to cover up but Jenn punches through.
Three…
Four…Jacob reaches up and rolls Jenn over into a cradle.
One…
Two…
T…KICKOUT!!!
Taj: The champion having some early trouble with the challenger’s speed but Jacob is really showing his championship pedigree with his counters. Jacob is busted open but he’s undeterred!
America: Of course, he is! Jacob feels disrespected by everyone, especially sourpuss over here. He’s proving that he’s always been World Title material despite what Erick St. Mute has told the masses. Cat got your tongue, Erick, or was it Sandra Rose?
Taj: AMERICA!!
Both get to their feet and Jacob looks for a Satoshi Kojima-style lariat. Jenn catches the arm and swings up into a crucifix.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!!
Jacob rolls over into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!!
Taj: Jacob’s bleeding but still almost got Jenn!
America: And then Jenn rolled over and almost had him! This is a wrestling clinic!
Taj: Reminds me of your match with Lash Donahue, Erick!
America: Who?
Taj: You know Lash Donahue!
America: I know Lash! But we haven’t heard a word from the former champion over there.
Jacob gets to his knees and nails Jenn with a forearm shot to the back. Jenn staggers to the ropes clutching at her lower back. Jacob drills her with a lariat to the back of the head. Jenn goes flying over the top, smacks the edge of the ring on the way down, and lands on the thinly matted floor! Jacob steps away and raises his arms, garnering a mixed reaction from the crowd. Jenn lies on the floor seeing stars. Jacob walks over to the edge to glance down at her, making sure the referee can’t begin his count right away.
Taj: Jacob doesn’t wanna win by countout!
America: Oh, how sweet of him!
Taj: You don’t appreciate that?
America: If you can win, take it! Who cares how you get it, just take the chance when it presents itself!
Jacob steps through the ropes and drops to the floor as the referee starts to count both wrestlers out.
One…
Two…
Jacob reaches down and pulls Jenn to his feet.
Three…
Four…
Jacob scoops Jenn up and dumps her into the ring under the bottom rope, shoving her over even as the referee continues.
Five…
Six…
Jacob climbs up to the edge and nods to the crowd.
Seven…
Eight…
Jacob steps in and covers Jenn.
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: Two and seven eighths! I thought Striker had her!
America: Nothing is going to stop Jenn Drew from regaining her precious World Title! She is not complete without it!
Jacob sits up in shock as Jenn reaches for the ropes. Jacob gets to his feet and waits for Jenn to pull herself up. Jacob runs in and looks for a Ruffian Kick (discus big boot). Jenn ducks and punches Jacob low! The male portion of the crowd collectively groans. Jenn grabs Jacob and looks for a backslide pin.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!!
Jenn makes it to the corner and climbs up. She leaps off. Jacob pops up and catches her in midair with The Last Surprise (slingblade)! Jenn hits hard and Jacob quickly covers.
Taj: GOOD GOD!!
America: Damn… Jenn never saw that coming…
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner….AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….Jacob Striker!!!
Jacob pops up and raises his arms in glorious victory while the official retrieves the championship belt. Jenn is out cold. Suddenly, ESJ is in the ring with the World Title!
Taj: Erick St. John has the belt!
America: Did you hear when he got up?
Striker assumes ESJ is the official with his belt so he leaves himself open to…SMASH!
Taj: ESJ just blasted Jacob over the head with his own championship belt!
America: I thought his arm was injured!
Taj: It seems it’s a lot better now!
Striker drops like an assassinated head of state as the crowd goes apeshit!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
ESJ stands over him and looks at the 1WM World Title in hands.
America: This is the disrespect of Jacob Striker I was talking about!
Taj: What about Jacob screwing ESJ out of the title? Total disrespect!
America: There was no screwjob. Erick won the title and then lost the title…fair and square.
Jenn sees ESJ with the championship belt and nearly pulls her out!
Jenn Drew: My precious!
Jenn slides in and rushes ESJ who blasts Jenn with the belt knocking her out as well! ESJ grimaces slightly as he rolls his shoulder after both belt blasts. He looks around at the carnage as the crowd is solidly behind him.
Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!
Erick looks at the belt again and demands a mic from Torres. The ring announcer obliges the former champion who is still in full possession of the World Title. Erick glares at his fallen victims.
Erick St. John: I’m done talking. I’m done listening. I’m done with backstage politicians. I’m done with Arkham Asylum rejects. There is only one way to finish all this BULLSHIT!
Erick glares at the camera.
Erick St. John: This 1WM World Heavyweight Championship has cost me everything. My sanity. My wife. My goddamn life. And these two ass clowns have sacrificed the same. It’s time we end this appropriately… with something LEGENDARY… something worthy of an everlasting LEGACY.
The crowd hushes in anxious anticipation. Erick continues his death stare on the lead camera.
Erick St. John: Cedric… I want you to get off your fat ass and sign this match if you have the balls because it will make you a shitload of money. And we all know that’s the only thing you give a damn about. So here it is… Jenn Drew versus Erick St. John versus Jacob Striker for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship… in a Ladder Match!
The crowd goes nuts!
Erick St. John: Oh… I’m not done yet. If Jenn Drew loses, she will not get another World Title shot for one… full… year!
The crowd reacts in shock.
Erick St. John: The same goes for Jacob Striker if he loses the 1WM World Title! No rematch clause in the contract for 12 months!
The crowd is flipping out!
Erick St. John: As for me… if I don’t win this 1WM World Heavyweight Title…
Erick gingerly raises the belt over his head.
Erick St. John: … I will RETIRE from professional wrestling forever! And both Jenn and Jacob can have the honor of a true LEGENDARY LEGACY and tell the world that THEY ended the career of the First Among Equals… Erick St. John!
The crowd noise is deafening!
Erick St. John: Time to put up or shut up! Cedric… make it happen! Jenn and Jacob… let’s see who has the balls to put their money where their mouth is!
Erick tosses the mic and drops the championship belt on Striker’s back.
America: Where does Erick get off thinking he can just make the matches around here?! Surely he’s going to be fined for attacking Jenn and Jacob and needs to be suspended for disparaging the CEO of this company!
Taj: We are out of time! What a way to end Legendary Twenty-Seven! We’ll see you all next month at Legendary Twenty-Eight!
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