Glory 20 (15 May 2022)

[Legal Department]

1WM GLORY XX
LIVE FROM HERSHEYPARK ARENA IN HERSHEY, PENNSYLVANIA

Astrid: Welcome to Glory 20 emanating live from the pothole-riddled state of Pennsylvania.

Catriona: We are in your home state and that’s what you choose to lead off with?

Astrid: It is because I know what I’m talking about. Just like when I sit behind this desk and tell the truth about what is going on in these matches. I pay property taxes here… I can bitch about the quality of the roads.

Catriona: More like you are one.

Astrid: Uh duh!

Catriona: Anyway, let’s get on to the task at hand… doing our jobs.

Astrid: What’s going on in the first match… a what's his face versus and why is she still employed person, right?

Catriona: You mean Silas Jessup is going up against Nicole Smoak.

Astrid: Yeah, sure… if that’s what you want to say.

Catriona: More like you are one.

Astrid: Silas has something going on with Solomon Monster and Nicole has done nothing but gotten lucky a handful of times. She’s an embarrassment.

Catriona: I have a feeling that Silas’ issues with Mr. Monster will come into play tonight. Solomon doesn’t seem like the type to let that go.

Astrid: I’m more scared of his manager who hardly is around. Latina’s are scary.

Catriona: Scottish women are scarier.

Astrid: Pfft nah! You’re too beautiful to be scary.

Catriona: Stop trying to fluff up my skirt Mrs. Samson.

Astrid: As you wish… Mrs. Samson.

Catriona: After our opening contest, we will be seeing Daniel Wolf going against Blake Belladonna.

Astrid: Blake has been somewhat impressive since coming to 1WM, but she really needs to come up with something. It’s like she’s plateaued.

Catriona: Blake is a hell of a veteran and has made a name for herself everywhere she’s been. It’s only a matter of time before she does so here as well.

Astrid: Well she better do that soon. Beating a handful of wannabes isn’t something you can write home about.

Catriona: After that… it’s Mark Storm and Nina Stokes in a match.

Astrid: Mark Storm… I can only laugh when I hear his name. I’m looking forward to Nina Stokes whooping his ass.

Catriona: You never know if that will be the case though.

Astrid: It’s a HIGH possibility that will be the case.

Catriona: Speaking of cases, don’t you have a handful sitting on your desk i the office.

Astrid: Oh hush up!

Catriona: Your favorite wrestler on the roster is going up against Thomas Bane.

Astrid: That walking hazard will be getting what’s coming to him from that Shitigami guy. That’s all I have to say about that.

Catriona: Well in the main event, Jay Aguero will be defending his 1WM Glory Championship against one half of The Pretty Committee, Veronica Taylor.

Astrid: Veronica brings us money, that’s all I can say that’s nice. If I said what I wanted to… I’d get scolded and put in time out.

Catriona: I said it before, time out is something we both need. We consume too much.

Astrid: I don’t have a problem. The only problem I have is there wasn’t enough chocolate Twizzlers in Chocolate World’s store.

Catriona: Let’s get on with the show.

A long black hummer pulls up outside of the venue for tonight’s Glory and the passenger door that’s facing the camera opens up to reveal the suited form of Thomas Bane, who takes a moment and straightens the front of his suit before brushing off a piece of imaginary lint from his left sleeve before he moves to the side to allow the One Wrestle Movement World’s Heavyweight champion, Jacob Striker, to take a step out of the vehicle and he is in turn followed close at hand by both David Belmont and Amanda Belnades as Belmont closes the door.

Amanda Belnades: Tonight should be interesting to say the least, huh gentlemen?

David Belmont: I would fucking say so, Tommy.

Bane visibly winces at being called “Tommy” but otherwise makes no reaction to it as he turns to look at Jacob with a raised eyebrow.

Thomas Bane: You ready?

Jake doesn’t say anything but simply nods before he starts towards the doors leading into the venue, followed close at hand by the other members of his Mechanical Animals as the screen fades out.

SINGLES MATCH
Silas Jessup vs. Nicole Smoak

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Both wrestlers nod their heads as the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. Nicole and Silas begin to circle around the ring, the two wrestlers waiting for an opening to appear. Nicole immediately charges forward and hits Silas in the mouth with an elbow shot! She follows it up with a second as Silas tries to regain his footing. Nicole grabs hold of Silas and backs him up against the ropes. She pauses for a moment before shooting Silas across the ring. When Silas returns on the rebound, Nicole lifts him into the air for a back body drop! Silas stumbles over to the ropes and uses them to drag himself back up to his feet. Nicole quickly closes the gap between and hits Silas with a few chops to the chest! She then grabs hold of Silas and launches him over her head with a belly-to-belly suplex! Silas again crawls over to the nearest corner as Nicole watches with a smirk on her face.

Once Silas is back up on his feet, Nicole charges across the ring and tries to hit him with a European uppercut in the corner. Silas ducks out of the way at the last second and Nicole hits the corner instead. She stumbles and tries to regain her balance, but can't before Silas grabs hold of her and slams Nicole to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! Silas quickly hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…Nicole kicks out!

Nicole pulls herself back up to her feet as Silas quickly connects with a few right hands. The impact of the blows knocks Nicole back against the ropes. Silas tries to shoot her across the ring, but Nicole is able to reverse the attempt. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Silas on the rebound, only to have him catch her by surprise with a flying forearm smash! Silas pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Nicole is standing, Silas leaps into the air and hits her with a perfectly timed dropkick!

Silas shoves Nicole back against the turnbuckle and delivers a few kicks to her ribs. Nicole drops down and tries to recover. Perhaps sensing the fact that he's just created an opening for himself, Silas charges forward to hit Nicole with a Welcome To Los Angeles (Bicycle Knee Strike)! Nicole ducks out of the way and Silas' knees hit the turnbuckle instead! He drops to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Nicole grabs hold of him from behind and snaps off a backstabber! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Nicole drags Silas up to his feet and hits him with a series of quick elbow shots! She then spins Silas around and hoists him into the air for a German suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Astrid: How in the hell did that almost happen? Looks like Nicole’s going to get lucky again.

Catriona: I’m intrigued by what we’re seeing right now. I can’t wait to see how this turns out.

Nicole grabs hold of Silas and calls for the fans to get louder. They oblige as Nicole drags him up to his feet and hits Silas in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Silas drops down to a knee as Nicole grabs hold of him and tries to wrestle Silas into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Silas spins out of Nicole's grasp and leaps into the air, hitting Silas in the mouth with a knee strike! The impact sends Nicole stumbling around. Silas kicks her in the ribs and plants Nicole on the mat with a fame-asser! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!

Silas nods his head and realizes that he'll need to keep at it if he wants to win. He stands near the ropes and waits for Nicole to drag herself back up. Once she's up, Silas springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Nicole in the mouth with a kick! Nicole ducks the attempt. Silas' knee hits the mat before he tries to stagger back up to his feet. Nicole charges and catches Silas with a knee strike! The impact sends Silas stumbling over to the nearest turnbuckle. He slumps against it as Nicole picks up speed. She runs forward and tries to hit Silas in the mouth with a bicycle kick in the corner---though Silas steps forward and trips Nicole up instead! Nicole's momentum carries her face-first into the turnbuckle padding!

Astrid: And… Nicole is back to her usual lacking self.

Catriona: You never know… she could turn things around once again.

Astrid: Doubtful.

Nicole slumps against the turnbuckle for a moment as Silas takes a moment to catch his breath! He then runs forward and this time successfully hits Nicole with Welcome To Los Angeles! The impact sends Nicole's head crashing into the turnbuckle padding. She tries to pull herself back up to her feet despite that though and walks right into another Welcome To Los Angeles for her efforts! Silas hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match…Silas Jessup!!

Silas steps forward, walking to near the ropes, staring toward the back.

Silas Jessup: WHERE YOU AT, O.G.?!

Astrid: This kid can’t really be calling out Solomon Monster?!

As Silas does this, Solomon jumps the railing behind him, steel chair in hand, and dives into the ring. Solomon runs over and hits a chair-aided spear that puts Silas down hard! Solomon grabs the chair and starts blasting Silas repeatedly in the back with it, hammering him again and again and again! The referee frantically calls for the bell.

Officials and security rush the ring. Solomon begins blasting everyone else that comes near him. He nails the first referee and the first two security men before turning on the referee in the ring. With those four down, he blasts Silas once again before turning to meet two more referees coming into the ring. The crowd explodes in cheers as The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, followed by a contingency of security, bolt down to the ring, tackling Solomon from behind after his last chair shot and wrestling him out of the ring. The Headhunters check on Silas as Solomon goes away, laughing hysterically.

SINGLES MATCH
Daniel Wolf vs. Blake Belladonna

Blake Belladonna steps into the ring as the fans continue to cheer her on. Daniel Wolf glares at her in annoyance as the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. Blake turns her attention toward Daniel, trying her hardest to look focused and ready. Unfortunately for her, Daniel charges and nails her in the mouth with a forearm strike! He follows it up with a second and then a third---the impact of the blows sending Blake back to the ropes. Daniel grabs hold of Blake and shoots her across the ring. Blake comes back on the rebound and Daniel responds by lifting her into the air, slamming Blake to the mat face-first! Blake tries to stumble back up to her feet groggily, only to have Daniel bounce off of the ropes and hit her with a boot to the side of the head!

Daniel grabs hold of Blake and locks her into a front facelock in hopes of wearing her down. Blake tries to fight her way out of Daniel's grasp, but Daniel responds by hitting Blake in the mouth with a series of knee strikes! Blake stumbles away from Daniel and grabs the ropes in an effort to remain on her feet. Daniel pulls Blake away from the ropes and lifts her into the air, slamming her to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…Blake kicks out!

Daniel glares down at her angrily and delivers a few hard stomps to Blake, who crawls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Blake heads toward the nearest turnbuckle and tries to recover. Daniel glares at her and waits for a moment before charging at Blake to hit her with a splash! Blake ducks out of the way and Daniel crashes into the turnbuckle instead! He stumbles a step before slumping against the turnbuckle and trying to catch his breath. Sensing an opening, Blake quickly hurries back toward the center of the ring. She charges forward and throws her hip into Daniel's ribs---Daniel gasping for air on impact.

Blake quickly grabs hold of Daniel and pulls him toward the middle of the ring, sending him to the mat with a snapmare! Blake bounces off of the ropes and lines herself up with Daniel, hoping to hit him with a knee strike on the rebound! Daniel ducks underneath the knee strike and grabs hold of Blake, wrestling her into position for a DDT! Blake spins out of the DDT and keeps her grip on Daniel, smirking as she plants Daniel Wolf on the mat with a stunner! The fans cheer as Blake hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Blake Belladonna!!!

Astrid: As anticipated, Blake Belladonna has emerged victorious from this contest.

Catriona: I think it’s high time Cedric book her a Legendary match.


The arena lights go dark and E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s classic piano composition, “Moonlight Sonata” begins to play. The crowd recognizes the music and roars as it gets to its feet. Erick St. John stands at the top of the ramp with outstretched arms while looking up at the heavens. The former 1WM Champion is dressed in his ring attire.

Astrid: Oh jesus fuckin’ christ! Get off my show asshole!

Catriona: Here… eat some chocolate and try not to say anything controversial.

After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome, The First Among Equals makes his way to the ring and stops over with Torres to get a microphone. Once in the ring, the crowd goes into a heavily supportive chant.

Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!

Erick smirks at the crowd’s reception to his unannounced appearance.

Erick St. John: Hershey, Pennsylvania! I told you I’d be at Glory! It’s time we finish some long overdue business with the Headhunters!

The crowd answers with a raucous pop. Erick can’t help but grin.

Erick St. John: I know they’re backstage initiating Silas Jessup into the Junior Headhunters program but we’ve put this war on hiatus long enough! No amount of etiquette training and image consulting can wipe the shit stains off you two ass clowns! It’s time to put up or shut up! Let’s finish this!

Erick starts pacing around the ring as he waits for the Headhunters to answer his challenge. He doesn’t wait long as Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, followed closely by their executive consultant, Sandra Rose, walk out staring down at their longtime verbal rival and Sandra’s ex-husband. There is a slight pop from the crowd that draws slight smiles from the Calloways and an applause from Sandra.

Astrid: I like the brothers because they don’t take shit. But this whole thing they have going on with Sandra is dragging them down.

Catriona: There were rumors a while back that she wasn’t capable of doing her job. Did she quit or was she fired?

Astrid: I don’t know. I just know that a lot of people were glad she was gone. She’s an attention whore just like her ex-husband. She dragged him down. Now she’s trying to do the same with Dexter and Eric.

Eric Calloway: Ayoo…I heard sumbody was lookin’ for da Headhunters?!

Crowd: KALI! KALI! KALI! KALI!

The trio make their way down the rampway to the ring. Dexter walks up the steps first and opens up the middle and top rope for Sandy to make her way into the ring first. The brothers follow behind her.

Eric Calloway: Fake Ass, you know me and my bro ain’t big on talkin’. We were in da back, heard yo yappin’, and our new executive consultant tried ta talk us outta comin’ out here and stompin’ yo weak ass into da canvas. So of course we disregarded what Sandy had ta say and decided ta brang you dat ass whoopin’ you been beggin’ for!

The crowd explodes again in cheers. Dexter bounces up and down on the tips of his toes, ready to throw down. With a dismayed expression upon her face, Sandra steps in front of the former Tag Team Champions.

Eric Calloway: Nah, nah, Sandy, Fake Ass been cruisin’ for a bruisin’ for nearly two years. Go on and step out da way and let him take dis ass whoop like a man.

Erick St. John: That’s right, ass clown! More man than the two of you combined!

Erick takes a few steps forward and Sandra turns to face him and puts her hands on his chest. Erick looks down at her hands with bewilderment. Sandra looks Erick in the eyes and implores him to stand down. But the former 1WM Champion will not have any of it.

Erick St. John: Sandra… move aside please.

Eric Calloway: Yeah, Sandy, get outta da way.

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

Astrid: Yes Sandra… move aside… all the way out of 1WM and don’t come back.

Catriona: Why do I feel like I’m watching a bad soap opera instead of professional wrestling?

Astrid: I know, right.

Sandra is stuck between the three men. She looks at her clients then her ex-husband. The crowd’s fight chant only gets louder. The Headhunters have a couple of expletives for Erick and Erick has a couple more for their mother. Finally Sandra finally has enough and lets out a primal scream! It’s caught on the mics and hushes the entire arena. She rips the mic out of Erick’s hand!

Sandra Rose: STOP IT! I’ve had enough of this bullshit! I’m so fucking sick and tired of this war between the Kartel and ESJ! It’s stupid cock measuring! I don’t want any part of it anymore! I’m not going to be stuck in the middle… anymore! Eric and Dexter, if you want me to take you to the… next level, squash this or… I’m done!

Sandra pauses as she seems out of breath. She then turns to face Erick.

Sandra Rose: Erick… just leave me… the fuck alone! We’re divorced! You… got what you wanted! You’re… a free man! If you want the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship so bad… why focus on me… and the Headhunters? Go get your fucking title!

Sandra is about to say something else when she suddenly drops the mic and steadies herself on Dexter’s arm. Erick gets a concerned look on his face and tries to help her. Eric pushes him off and ESJ doesn’t take kindly to it. The tension rises again when Sandra just drops to the mat!

Astrid: Oh what the actual…

Catriona: She could actually be sick Asti.

Astrid: Oh I highly doubt that’s the case.

All three men are stunned before Erick crouches down and starts screaming for the medics to get down there. The Headhunters motion to the back to send help. Erick tries to wake Sandra but she’s unresponsive. The arena goes silent as a mortuary as medics get to the ring. Sandra is still unresponsive to the medics as they begin to put her on a stretcher. Whatever tension between the Headhunters and Erick St. John has turned to worry and concern as the medics rush Sandra to the back.

SINGLES MATCH
Mark Storm vs. Nina Stokes

Nina and Mark are exchanging glances across the ring at one another as the bell echoes, signaling the start of the match. It doesn’t take much longer after that before the two lock up in the center of the ring. The fighting back and forth doesn’t last long as Nina manages to trip up Storm, capitalizing briefly with a front push kick before Storm comes answering back with a high intensity combination of strikes with his hands followed by a spinning back kick. Before Nina has a chance to retaliate, Mark whips her off into the ropes. She comes rebounding back towards him and directly into a flapjack which he then transitions into an ankle lock. He wrenches back on Nina’s ankle as she screams out in pain and crawls towards a rope. Mark attempts to pull her back to the center, but she’s able to wrap her fingers around the bottom rope, forcing the hold to be released. Storm backs away as Nina clutches at her ankle. He marches over to Nina and sets her up for a deadlift gutwrench sitout powerbomb… but at the last minute she is able to counter it, turning the move around into a facebuster of her own.

Nina staggers to get up to her feet, gingerly stepping on that ankle Mark targeted a few moments earlier. She turns Mark over before hitting him with a couple rabid curb stomps, attempting to wear him down. He stirs as she backs away, using the ropes to get back up to a vertical (but shaky) base. Nina delivers a rising knee to his chin as he’s backed against the ropes before shoving him into the corner and hitting him with a set of running double knees. Storm falls to his knees and then a heap in the corner. Nina pulls him out and looks to hit her grounded crossface chicken wing maneuver dubbed Quietus Redux, but Storm catches her off guard by quickly rolling her up.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!

Nina gets out of the predicament and doesn’t look pleased. While still on the mat, she manages to trap Mark’s arms and hit him with a couple of headbutts before finally succeeding in locking in Quietus Redux. Both struggle to either keep it locked in or get out of it for a few moments before Mark relents and taps out.

Torres: Here is your winner… NINA STOKES!

Astrid: You know, Mark Storm talked a good game when he first arrived in 1WM. So what the hell happened?

Catriona: I don’t think he’s won a match since. But who knows what the next show will bring.

Astrid: More disappointment.

We cut to the backstage area where Thomas Bane is stepping out of his faction's locker room when he turns and runs right into none other than Butterscotch Monroe.

Butterscotch Monroe: Um, Mister Bane? I was wondering if you had a moment?

Bane stops and looks at Butterscotch before shrugging slightly and indicating for her to continue.

Butterscotch Monroe: There has been some questions as to the current status of not just you yourself, but also of your partner Alex Slayer as well as the Shinigami Foundation as a whole. Can you speak to us about any of that please?

Thomas Bane: Since you asked so nicely and with respect, I'll give you the answers that you seek. But let's start at the ending of your series of questions and that is the Foundation is currently undergoing some...restructuring as it were. I have tried the whole tag team thing for long enough that it feels great to be back on my own once again as a soloist, even though I'm part of a much larger whole now since I was asked to formally join the Mechanical Animals. As for my partnership with Alex Slayer?

Butterscotch nods in anticipation as Bane chuckles just ever so slightly.

Thomas Bane: I hate to say it but what happened to Alex is his own fault. You see, he allowed his ego to write too many checks that his ass couldn't cash inside of that ring and time and time again, I tried to explain this to him but instead he kept insisting that it was something that we could figure out as a *team*. So in the end I had to make a decision for the betterment of the *team* and in the end, his heart was weighed and measured...only to be found wanting. And the sad thing is that he didn't realize his own hubris until it was crushing him horribly and now, he's out of not only the Shinigami Foundation but also One Wrestle Movement...

Bane then turns to look at Butterscotch with a rather pleased smile on his face.

Thomas Bane: Order of the fucking Mechanical Animals. But as for my match against Blanco tonight...well he says that his back is feeling better right?

Bane then turns to look at the camera again, that pleased smile never leaving his face.

Thomas Bane: Let us test that *theory*, shall we? Now if you'll excuse me?

Bane then walks off, leaving a confused Butterscotch alone in his wake as the cameras cut out.

SINGLES MATCH
El Diablo Blanco vs. Thomas Bane

The match starts off with Diablo and Bane circling each other in the ring, thrusting a hand out in a way to try and catch the other off guard to gain the upperhand. Diablo charges forward, arm stretched out as he looks to hit Bane with a clothesline, but Bane is able to duck underneath it, turning around and hitting Diablo with a belly to back backbreaker. Bane sits up with a methodical, devious smile upon his face before standing, pulling Diablo along with him. Diablo manages to shove Bane backward, creating some distance between them, allowing him to hit a dropkick that Bane again has an answer for, dodging the move before hitting a gutbuster that brings Diablo down to a knee. Bane seizes the opportunity to quickly lock in Kiss of the Dementor (inverted sharpshooter/straightjacket crossface combination) in the middle of the ring.

He’s got it locked in on Diablo tight, with Bane flexing his body every so often to put more pressure on Diablo’s neck, jaw, and arm. It isn’t looking good for Diablo, who with nowhere to go and completely helplessness, chomps down on Bane’s arm in an act of pure desperation. Bane screams out in pain, calling Diablo some choice expletives. But Diablo keeps the bite locked in until Bane ultimately is forced to let him go.

Diablo scrambles away as Bane looks at the bite on his arm in pure anger, his face getting as red as a Twizzler. He charges forward to grab Diablo, pulling him back to the center of the ring and looking to hit him with another move. But this time it is Diablo who counters, managing to hit Bane with a dropkick to create some more space between them and then a scoop slam as he comes trucking forward. Diablo then quickly rolls Bane up, using all of his weight to make it nearly inescapable.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!

Bane kicks out but he’s a split second too late and is even angrier as he argues with the referee.

Torres: Here is your winner… EL DIABLO BLANCO!

Astrid: OK. I will admit that I was surprised there. For a second, I thought that Bane was just going to put him down.

Catriona: Given the way that the match started off, I think we all had the same feeling.





Suddenly "Wonderful Life" explodes throughout the arena as the fans let up a huge mixture of cheers and boos as the current 1WM Champion in the "Natural" Jacob Striker strides through the entrance way and makes his way down the ramp straight for the ring, paying no attention to anything else.

Catriona: Well our 1WM Heavyweight Champion sure does look like he means business coming out here.

Astrid: Jacob looks serious… but it could just be some severe constipation… or hunger.

Catriona: Just because that’s how you look when you’re one of those two things, doesn’t mean it’s the case for someone else.

Striker enters the ring and motions for a mic before he is quickly tossed one before he motions for his music to be cut as it and the crowd dies down.

Jacob Striker: I have come out here tonight with one goal in mind and that is to speak nothing but the god's honest fucking truth with you people and to let one person in particular that I don't suffer fools like you, Erick Saint John, at all even though you seem to think that people like me don't have any other thing to do in life than to suffer at your fucking enjoyment. You see while you and your little cult of personality have been bad mouthing the *fuck* out of me for not instantly getting on social media and accepting your fucking challenge, you've decided to disrespect me and accuse me of shit in another weak fucking sauce attempt to get me to get on social media and give you the answer that you fucking want.

But you see, I don't exist to do what the supposedly infailable Erick Saint John decrees as I actually have a fucking *LIFE* outside of One Wrestle Movement, hell I've got a fucking *LIFE* outside of this goddamned *INDUSTRY* and I'm sorry if that takes precedence over your little damned tantrum, Erick! But maybe, just *maybe* I want to spend time with my new nephew who was born on Easter last month or maybe, I wanted to spend a couple of days cuddling up next to my girlfriend after a hellacious pay per view match for WrestleWorld!

Jacob stops talking and takes a moment to breathe before he brings the mic back up.

Jacob Striker: You know I remember the run up to Massive last year and all of those promos that you cut about wanting to bring respect back to what is currently my title and then you pulled that little stunt after I won it, fully expecting for Cedric to let you and your fucking cult of personality keep it despite your deception and bullshit, didn't you??

You proved yourself a fair weather fucker that night as you tried to throw your weight around all over the place and then, when you were *MADE* to return it to me, I showed you fucking *respect* when I didn't have to but still, you went around and called yourself the "Uncrowned Champion" until you finally did manage to beat me for the title...for exactly as long it took for me to pull a stunt on you like you did to me back at Massive. Or was your head too far up Damon Graves' ass and sniffing his heap load of smug to get that??

No, I took my title back from you that same fucking *night* and I still showed you respect in the aftermath only for you to spit in my face, attack me from behind, and throw your little tantrum and yes, that's *exactly* what it is because you are nothing more than a self entitled little prick who is finally showing us the truth behind the lie that you are constantly sprouting because you're not out to "return respect" to the championship....you just want it because of the power and prestige that you think that you'll be getting from it, that's all.

Astrid: Ramble… ramble… ramble. BS… BS… BS. You’re wasting precious air time!

Catriona: He is the top champion. He should get to say what he wants.

Astrid: I’m a firm believer that if you don’t have to be here don’t bother showing up. Him and that ESJ fool should get off my show.

Jacob Striker: You are no better than the very people that you've been spitting down upon social media, Erick, and don't fucking insult everyone from the fans to the boys in the back with your lies, I'm calling you on them because you've yet to show anyone any fucking respect here. And yes, you can call me on the carpet for that if you wish but you know what? Let's deal with that horse right now before you try to beat it DEAD, shall we?

First off, I might not respect the things that a lot of people do in this company...but I fucking respect the work and the talent behind them! Take Solomon Monster for one, who doesn't know that he and I have issues right? Does that mean that I don't respect him for the skills that he's gained over a career in this industry? No, I respect the fucking *man* behind those skills because I've stood toe to toe with him in this very fucking ring and he's earned that much from me at least. Which is why I never insult what he can do in that ring.

It's the same with Jenn, yeah...I belittled her in the weeks leading up to Massive and again I won't lie there, but with each bit of belittling it caused a fire that burned more and more hotter until the actual match in which we gave each other that fucking *FIGHT* that we both needed here in One Wrestle Movement, because it's one thing to fight someone who doesn't respect you as a fighter and it was a whole different thing to have that respect shown back at you and Jenn fucking knows that!

Jacob stops talking as a massive cheer explodes from the crowds which lasts for a couple of minutes, during which Jake goes around the ring and holds out the mic to capture the sheer *force* of how loud it is before it dies down just enough for Jake to continue and when he does, he goes over to where the hard camera is and looks straight down it.

Jacob Striker: Now listen, I am a very patient man. A very, *very* patient man...I have survived an almost twenty year friendship with Ryo Sakazaki, if you get any idea the patience that requires??

Catriona: I don’t know who that guy is… but I’m going to say… an impressive amount of patience.

Jacob Striker: But I cannot sit for one more minute listening to harping on about Margaret *fucking* Thatcher…

Astrid: Do what the fuck now? Who’s Margaret Thatcher?

Catriona: Former and first female prime minister of Great Britain.

Astrid: Yeah, of course you would know that.

Catriona: You know you’re kind of like her. You’re both uncompromising.

Astrid: Well, I’m a Scorpio.

Jacob takes a moment and winces as the crowds say "WHAT?!"

Jacob Striker: Sorry about that, but I wanted to make a point about how you've been fucking obsessed with this championship, Erick. That it's like you've read the biography and gotten a hard on for the former Prime Minister of Great Britain, *THAT* is how much you've been focusing on the One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight title and nothing *else*. You claim to be this "great hero" that this company needs and that you're above all the shit that guys like the Kali Kartel do and then, AND *then* you pull this bullshit about if Jenn and I can't beat you, then we don't get to challenge for the title again for an entire *year*?

But you know something, Erick? Even though you and I have stepped into the ring against each other quite a few times now, I don't think that you've really actually been properly introduced to me...have you? Despite the introductions and the footage, I don't think you know exactly who you're dealing with. I think you need to know what kind of screwball bastard I really am. So I'm just going to add a few things to that list if you don't mind?

You are looking at a guy who has gone toe to toe with some of the greatest names in this sport and come out otherwise. Guys like Stephanie Matsuda, Chris Sabertooth, Reginald Dampshaw the Third, Graham *FUCKING* Baker, Myojin, Sweet Roxy, King Maverick, and Arata Asakura, people that if you don't show them the proper respect then they'll bloody snatch the very breath from you.

You are looking at a guy who crippled Jon "Big Papa" LaChappa because he thought that he was going to do exactly what you keep claiming and steam roll right over me like I'm a nobody. You are looking at the only guy who is undefeated in matches against the "King of the World" Arata Asakura and the only person that holds an honest *submission* victory over him as well. And most importantly you're looking at the guy who's gonna walk into the Well's Fargo Center, May Thirty First, and single-handedly turn you fucking AIR *TIGHT*!!

The crowd explodes with another massive face pop as the cameras show us a panoramic view of the crowds at ringside before cutting back to the deadly serious expression on Jake's face as he continues to stare down the hard cam.[/color

Jacob Striker: You want to put your career on the line, Erick. You want to put the only thing that you've got *left* on the line, all for the sake of trying to become a world champion again? Well, as I stand here in the world famous HersheyPark Arena...live in front of *MY* people here in Hershey, Pennsylvania...it would appear that you are absolutely *fucked*!

Streaming LIVE on SPLAT! Network
June 30, 2022

MAIN EVENT
GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“First Class Mean Girl” Veronica Taylor vs. “Mean Machine” Jay Aguero ©

Torres: The following match is for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALLwith a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

”Turn my Swag On” by Keri Hilson plays as Veronica Taylor makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Introducing first from Beverly Hills, California...weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches...she is the First Class Mean Girl….VERONICCCCCCCCAAAAAAA TAYLOOOOOOOORRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Catriona: Veronica Taylor is wrestling on her own and I have to admit...something about it just feels right...

Astrid: You know what WON'T feel right? Veronica Taylor, by the time Jay Aguero is done with her!

“As I Am” by Dream Theater hits as Jay makes his way out, his Glory championship belt over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring, the crowd booing vociferously. The Mean Machine makes his way down to the ring and walks up the steps to the ring edge. He steps over the top rope and holds the belt aloft for the world to see.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Chicago, Illinois…weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds…standing at a height of six feet even…he is the current reigning and defending One Wrestle Movement Glory Champion….he is The Mean Machine...JAAAAYYYYY AGUERRRRRROOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Catriona: Jay has been keeping the people at the edge of their seats since his unmasking as Q’s Beast.

Astrid: I’m surprised that he got a title before she did. Though she doesn’t shut up about it. If she proved that she was deserving of one, she too could be like her former lackey.

DING DING DING!!!

Jay looks across the ring at Veronica and shakes his head. Veronica doesn't seem to be all that bothered by the big man standing in front of him. She runs across the ring and almost immediately peppers Jay's chest with knife edge chops!

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!

None of the blows seems to move the big man as much as Veronica would like them to. Jay almost laughs before trying to hit Veronica in the mouth with an elbow shot, but Veronica manages to duck underneath it. Veronica bounces off of the ropes and tries to gain a bit of momentum, throwing herself at Jay in hopes of taking him down. Unfortunately for Veronica, Jay staggers but doesn't fall. Shaking her head, Veronica bounces off of the ropes again, figuring there is no harm in trying again. This doesn't end up working half as well as she hopes it will as Jay gets a foot in the air and nearly takes Veronica's head off with a big boot!

Catriona: You had to figure that Jay wasn't gonna make this easy on Veronica.

Astrid: Well, Veronica better come up with a way to get rid of the size difference if she expects to have a chance against Jay!

Catriona: You say it like it's easy, babe...

Astrid: Well, I don't think I'd go THAT far.

Veronica staggers back up to her feet. She steps toward Jay in hopes of maybe getting something started, but Jay responds by hitting Veronica with a throat thrust. The impact sends Veronica stumbling back. She grabs hold of the ropes to stop herself. Jay doesn't seem to be all that bothered, charging forward and trying to send Veronica out over the top. Veronica swings her foot into the air and just barely hits Jay's jaw in time. Jay stumbles back. Veronica runs at him and ducks underneath the attempted clothesline. Veronica bounces off of the ropes on the opposite end of the ring, and when she reaches Jay on the rebound, dives at his knee with a chop block! This takes Jay down and prompts the fans to get on their feet.

Catriona: That might not look like much, but if you can get Jay down...you can do some serious damage!

Astrid: You know as well as I do, Cat, that it isn't that simple!

Veronica quickly positions herself in front of Jay and hits him in the mouth with a hard uppercut. She follows it up with a second and then a third---each blow getting Jay to teeter just a bit more. Upon realizing that she isn't going to take Jay down that way, Veronica takes a few steps back. She runs at Jay and tries to set him up for a running facebuster. Unfortunately, Jay pops up and delivers a MASSIVE blackhole slam! Jay calmly hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Catriona: You know, it almost looked like Veronica was in position to do something big there...

Astrid: Yeah, but unfortunately for her...that's a lot easier said than done when you're dealing with a machine like Jay!

Jay angrily glares down at Veronica. The Star of the Show slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. The Glory Champ decides that he's had enough with waiting, instead putting both of his hands around Veronica's throat. The referee almost immediately starts his count and refuses to give Jay any leeway.

One…Jay ignores the count and stands up with his hands still around Veronica's throat.

Two…

Three…Jay lifts Veronica off of the mat and slams her down with a devastating chokebomb! The fans boo Jay loudly. He ignores the jeers and casually covers Veronica.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Catriona: You know, there's just no denying that this has been a dominant performance thus far...

Astrid: That's a bit of an understatement if you ask me!

Catriona: And yet, Veronica did get her shoulder up in time! She's still fighting!

Jay chuckles as he watches as the best friend of Bianca Davis grabs the ropes and drags herself back up to her feet. Veronica just barely pulls herself toward Jay. The Mean Machine uses this opening to blast Veronica with an elbow shot. Veronica just barely stays upright and is hit with a second elbow shot for her efforts. Jay then grabs Veronica and pulls her in. He lifts Veronica up for a powerbomb, but instead of slamming her to the mat, walks toward the turnbuckle. He laughs as he prepares to slam Veronica into the turnbuckle, but unfortunately for Jay, this actually proves to be the big opening that Veronica needs. Veronica escapes Jay's grasp and lands on the mat behind him. She runs Jay into the turnbuckle and then—using everything she has—lifts him into the air for a bridging German suplex! The fans are on their feet as the referee drops down and counts.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Catriona: I can't believe that Veronica just got Jay up like that!

Astrid: And yet…it didn't even matter!

Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Veronica immediately turns her attention back to Jay's leg to knock him down again. Jay shoves Veronica away. Veronica staggers and Jay tries to take advantage of the opening by charging. Veronica ducks out of his way and ends up behind Jay. She grabs hold of the big guy for a side Russian legsweep, though a hard elbow to the stomach brings an end to that effort. Jay then stuffs Veronica between his legs and delivers The Perfect Driver (Steiner Driver)! The Glory Champion covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!

Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL Glory Champion…Jay Aguero!!

Catriona: Veronica Taylor was impressive, but the Mean Machine wasn't gonna be stopped tonight!

Astrid: And it doesn't look like he's done just yet!

Sure enough, as Veronica staggers back up to her feet, the referee tries to raise Jay's hand in victory. Jay shoves the referee away and exits to the floor, the fans booing him loudly. Jay ignores the response and turns his attention to his title. Jay reenters the ring with the Glory title in hand. The referee notices and immediately tries to take control of the situation, but Jay responds by blasting him in the head with the title! The fans continue to boo as Jay takes the belt and hits Veronica with it as well! Veronica collapses to the mat and begins to bleed. Jay stands over his downed challenger, preparing to use the title to further damage Veronica.

Catriona: This could get ugly.

Astrid: Put this ass kisser out of her misery, Jay!

Before Jay can do anything to Veronica, Patti Rose comes charging out from the back! The fans are on their feet! Jay dares Patti to come after him. Patti doesn't hesitate for even a moment. She slides into the ring and Jay swings the title at her head. Patti ducks underneath the attempt and waits for Jay to turn around. When he does, Patti blasts him in the mouth with a hard right hand! Jay drops his title and fires back with a few right hands of his own. The fans are on their feet as Patti and Jay brawl in the middle of the ring.

Referees and security swarm out from the back to separate them, but to no avail. They finally start to pull Patti away from the big man, but Jay grabs the title off of the mat and hits another referee with it! The officials surrounding him scatter and Jay responds to the space not by stepping toward Patti, but by exiting the ring.

Catriona: What could Jay POSSIBLY be thinking here?!

Astrid: Once again...do you really want to know?

Jay demands a microphone from the timekeeper and gets it within seconds. Security still stands in Patti's way to keep her from attacking Jay again as the Mean Machine prepares to speak.

Jay Aguero: Your actions the last two months show that you obviously want a shot at me. Always having to come down to play the hero, we know where your intentions are at. Everyone knows you want my Glory title. And that is fine with me! I will gladly go to war against you!

Jay suddenly stops as the looks in his eyes show as though an idea has come to him. He looks at the title and then back at Patti and a smile comes across his face.

Jay Aguero: But we go to war when I say we go to war! And we’re not going to war ANY…TIME…SOON!

Security backs away from Patti a bit, almost so that the world can see Patti's reaction to Jay's refusal to wrestle her. Patti gestures to him to “bring it!”.

Crowd: YOU’RE A P*SSY! YOU’RE A P*SSY!

Jay seems quite amused by this. He then suddenly slides into the ring and looks ready to brawl. Security swarms Patti and Jay once again, trying desperately to regain control of the situation as the show comes to an end.

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