Legendary 28 (31 May 2022)

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Live from the Wells Fargo Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

The arena comes to life and the Milwaukee 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-EIGHT!!

America: I had this Philly cheesesteak for lunch that was absolutely banging, Taj.

Taj: What are you talking about, America? You do know we’re broadcasting live on Splat! Network right now?!

America: Hell, if most of the wrestlers on the show don’t care about promoting, why the hell should I?

Taj: Fair point. On that note, let’s get right into the show.

We cut away to the parking lot, where a pair of headlights light up the night, followed by the roar of a red Dodge Challenger as it pulls into an empty space. No sooner does the engine cut off than the passenger door swings open. We see the long, but powerful legs of one half of the 1WM Tag Team Champions, Aurora Graves, as she steps out of the vehicle and shuts the door, quickly followed by her husband Damon. Aurora has both championship belts draped across her shoulders as Damon makes his way to the trunk of the car. A brief but whispering vocal exchange occurs that the camera can’t pick up on as Damon retrieves their gear from the trunk.

They briskly make their way inside the building, with determination flashing in their eyes when they run into Butterscotch Monroe. The Senior backstage interviewer quickly moves in to follow them as fast as her stiletto-clad feet can carry her.

Butterscotch Monroe: Fallen Angels, would I be able to trouble you for a quick word or two about tonight’s main event?

The champs quickly stop in their tracks, turning around to politely address the interviewer with a quick nod of their heads.

Damon Graves: It’s going to have to be VERY quick, because we’re running a bit behind schedule.

Butterscotch Monroe: It should only take a minute. Tonight, you and your wife team up with Erick St. John to take on the Mechanical Animals. What are your thoughts heading into tonight’s match?

Aurora shakes her head as a smirk sneaks onto her face.

Aurora Graves: Our thoughts? Pretty much the same as any other time we step into the ring. Whether it’s someone we respect, or someone we can’t fucking stand…

Damon Graves: Such as the Mechanical Enemas…

Damon’s interjection causes Aurora to let out a sputtering laugh that she tries - and fails - to cover up with her hand.

Aurora Graves: Oh, it’s a good thing I didn’t have any water in my mouth…

Damon Graves: Yeah… I don’t think Butterscotch here would appreciate the impromptu shower. But anyway…

Butterscotch - who manages to gain a small amount of amusement from Damon’s earlier comment - shifts her gaze back and forth between husband and wife.

Aurora Graves: As I was saying, it’s all the same to us. One-on-one, tag team, or six-person matches - it doesn’t matter. Once that bell rings, all we care about is doing our damnedest to make sure we show our opponents why we are the 1WM Tag Team Champions, and that we don’t plan on letting these babies out of our sight any time soon. Of course, when you add the Big Guy, Erick St. John into the mix, it makes things that much more interesting.

Butterscotch Monroe: Interesting? How so?

Damon Graves: Interesting in the sense that we’ve all held gold here in 1WM, so clearly, we’re among the best wrestlers in this company. There’s no doubt in my mind that Erick will make his way back to the top of the mountain sooner rather than later. And frankly, that day can’t come soon enough. Better him being at the top than that jackass that keeps hiding behind technicalities and political asshattery.

Butterscotch turns to Aurora with an arched eyebrow.

Butterscotch Monroe: Is your husband always this… colorful?

Damon looks at his arms and smirks as Aurora scoffs.

Aurora Graves: Let’s just say there’s never a dull moment.He’s always been more vocal about things than I am. Part of his charm, I guess.

Damon feigns indignation at his wife’s words.

Damon Graves: What do you mean, “you guess”?

He shakes his head.

Damon Graves: Anyway, These clowns wanna run their mouths about how they’re gonna teach us a lesson in technical wrestling… those dumb shits are going to learn the hard way that we didn’t get to be where we are in this business by merely coasting along. We’ve busted all kinds of ass to get here.

He reaches over and pats the center plate of one of the championship belts.

Damon Graves: Think about it. Over the course of our career as a tag team, we’ve been champions on seven different occasions. Does it really look like we’re the ones that need a lesson?

Mrs. Graves nods her head.

Aurora Graves: It seems to me like THEY’RE the ones that need a lesson… in humility. And THAT is something we’re more than happy to teach them. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we need to go meet up with our tag team partner to go over a few things before it all goes down later tonight.

Aurora takes a step back as if to turn around, flashing a quick smile.

Butterscotch Monroe: Alright, thank you for your time. Good luck tonight!

Damon says nothing, merely offering a quick nod of his head as he and Aurora continue to make their way down the hallway. Butterscotch watches as they disappear around a corner as the scene fades out.

Singles Match
Silas Jessup vs. Aurora Master

Aurora and Silas start off the match circling each other in the ring. When they lock up, Aurora is able to quickly overcome Silas, hitting him with an enziguri after pushing him backward. She doesn’t waste any time capitalizing on this, hitting a dropkick as he gets back up to his feet. You can see the smile upon Aurora’s face get bigger as she grabs him by the wrist, trying to pull him back up to a vertical base. He tries to execute what looks to be a roll up, but instead it is Aurora who hits a rolling pin on him. The referee gets down and starts the count, getting to almost two before noticing that Aurora has her one foot up on the rope for a bit of added leverage. They then have a bit of an exchange back and forth before Aurora hits a sunset flip, trying to turn it around into a leg sweep. However, Silas dodges the latter and instead grabs Aurora by the head and pulls her up, hitting her with a series of knee strikes and backing her up into the corner.

Aurora comes staggering out of the corner and directly into a rolling elbow strike from Silas that seems to knock her out cold. But as he bends down to pick her up, she rolls him up again, grossly catching him off guard. Both scramble back up to their feet, Silas getting up just a little bit quicker than she did. He’s quickly poised and ready to strike, hitting a super kick on Aurora and sending her off into the ropes. As she comes rebounding back, Silas scoops her up and hits her with Gold Coast Buster (running brainbuster).

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… Silas Jessup!

Taj: Silas continues his win streak since arriving to 1WM.

America: Yeah but there’s excitement since Solomon Monster won’t be coming down to stomp on this wet behind the ears pup. I really hope The Headhunters are happy with their decision to ride with this guy while turning their backs on the O.G.

The scene opens into the private lockerroom of Bianca Davis. The Queen B is dressed to the nines in a black tight fitting dress, black Gucci high heel boots, and her black crown is on her head. She is sitting in a lavish chair one leg crossed over the other looking annoyed. Pacing back and forth is THE Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire. As always Joshua is immaculately dressed in a custom tailored blue suit. He chews on an unlit cigar with an expression of despair upon his face.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Goddamn it, Bianca, you’re not making this any easier. If you continue on with this “boycott”, you’re going to get suspended, or even worse, terminated.

Bianca rolls her eyes clearly annoyed at what was being said, as she gives him a glare, her bright blue eyes piercing through him.

Bianca Davis: Love how I am in the wrong, but yet they are protecting the champion its pathetic I am sick of this bullshit! I am sick of being second fiddle when I been carrying The Samson Family Banner on my back, you first tried to favor Justice over me now Q? Are you kidding me?! One Management needs to get its head out its ass.

Removing the cigar from his mouth, Joshua stops in his tracks to stand in front of his client.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: This has NOTHING to do with the Samson Family, Bianca. I’m getting tired of your incessant whining concerning my other clients. Those clients are actually out there wrestling; actually carrying the Samson Family banner. Unlike your persistence to fight an impossible battle against the One Wrestling Movement machine, my other clients are putting in the work.

Bianca Davis: Why because I refuse to play their little games Josh anymore you’re supposed to be representing MY INTEREST! Not letting me be passed over for the likes of Keli Saint, and El Fake Super Hero Diablo. Time, and time again how many times have you fought for my interest? What they suspend me then they lose even more money? Face it I am one of the biggest presences on this roster on this show in this business.

Bianca said rolling her eyes.

Bianca Davis: You mean the banner I carried for two years when everyone left who was their holding it up, THAT WAS ME! Not Q, who was busy riding Stanton's coattails, not Justice, not Anthony Cross, Not anyone else! I am getting sick of not being represented I am getting sick of being walked on Josh I hired you for a damn reason.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: I’m not sure what contorted history you’re reliving, Bianca, but you have been represented beyond human measure in 1WM. When you’re out traipsing around Rodeo Drive, basking in Dubai, it’s me that has went to bat for you. I think you may have me confused with your boyfriend but there is only so much that I will continue to tolerate from.

He pops the cigar back into his mouth.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: While you have put in the physical work in this company, just remember that you would still be jerking curtains if my name wasn’t attached to you.

Bianca rolled her eyes as she said in a bitchy tone.

Bianca Davis: How dare you?! I was winning titles before you came into the picture just so you know I don’t know what history you're living but you came to me. If you don’t remember, I have done everything I am sick of being passed over when I am the one true Queen of this company! Also don’t mention my boyfriend again..

Bianca said with a stern look on her face. Joshua exhales heavily.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Let’s just calm down. This is exactly what 1WM wants us to do; in-fighting and bickering.

Bianca breathes huffing in an annoyed manner.

Bianca Davis: Yeah they have had a conspiracy against me since day one! I am just sick of it, sick of them protecting Keon Suggs, sick of them handing opportunities to others to be ahead of me that don’t deserve it. I am the pinnacle and Queen of this company.

Joshua rolls his eyes before continuing to pace back and forth, chomping on the unlit cigar.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: So will you be wrestling tonight in the tag match with Veronica against A&M Worldwide?

Bianca rolled her eyes in a huffed tone.

Bianca Davis: I still have to make that choice I will take what you said under consideration, I can careless what those creeps in the office have to say about me however, and as far as Keon and Keli go neither deserve my title.

Joshua stops again.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Well hopefully you make the correct decision, Bianca. Ultimately it’s your career here, but if you’ve hired me to give your guidance then my professional advice is to wrestle this match. 1WM have drawn the line in the sand and they’re not moving.

Joshua glances at her one final time before looking at the jewel encrusted Rolex upon his wrist.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: I have some other matters to tend to. Make the correct decision, Bianca.

Without any further word, Joshua makes his way out of the room allowing Bianca the time alone to mull over her decision.

Tag Team Match
Basically Amazing (Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy) vs. The Pretty Committee (“First Class Mean Girl” Veronica Taylor and “Queen B” Bianca Davis)

Taj: There has been much talk about Bianca actually wrestling tonight or not. We saw earlier she and her executive representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire, in a very heated exchange.

America: Everybody and their momma can get away with murder around here but let my girl decide to take a few matches off it’s like the infrastructure of 1WM is going to collapse!

Taj: Well it seems Bianca has decided to forego suspension and participate in her tag match.

Alex Reeves and Veronica Taylor start off the match for their respective teams by locking up in the center of the ring, typical fashion. Veronica comes out on top of the situation, grabbing a handful of Alex’s hair and yanking her head backward for a standing hair pull. She then does a quick pose before hitting Alex with an elbow drop. Veronica then appears to try to lock in an abdominal stretch, but Alex manages to power out of it before she can get it completely locked in. There’s a brief squabble on the mat but eventually Alex is able to get an ankle locked in on Veronica’s right ankle. Veronica is screaming in the center of the ring as she tries to get to the rope, her finger tips mere inches away. Bianca sees the chance to hop off the ring apron and help her tag team partner reach the ropes before hopping back up, causing McKena to yell out in protest and causing Alex to eventually release the hold.

Both legal competitors get up to their feet, Veronica staggering and limping a little bit as she favors the right foot. The two meet up again and Veronica goes for an eye rake, only to be turned around and met with a judo throw. She manages to make it over to Bianca a few feet away and tag her in. Bianca drives a forearm into Alex’s face before raking the eyes. Bianca is quick to whip Alex off into the ropes and as Alex comes rebounding back, she grabs two fistfuls of hair and yanks her back, dropping her backfirst into her knee for a hairpull backbreaker! Bianca is quick to get up and instantaneously start gloating, posing as a sea of boos rain down upon her. What she doesn’t notice is Alex getting up to her feet and tagging in McKena.

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!!

The fresh McKena comes charging in, running full force at Bianca and catching her off guard with a monkey flip the moment she turns around to face her. Both quickly get up to their feet and start brawling, trading blows back and forth until McKena is able to dodge an eye rake attempt from Bianca, instead answering with a sitdown jawbreaker. McKena locks in a sharpshooter, but Veronica is there to help Bianca get her hand on the rope much like Bianca did earlier for her. This would bring Alex off the apron and charge, chasing her around the ring before Veronica eats an elbow smash. In the ring, both competitors are up but McKena is just a bit quicker, managing to fire off Jaded (buzzsaw kick)!

One…

Two…

THREE!

Torres: Here are your winners… Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy… A&M Worldwide!

Taj: What a win!

America: What in the hell?!

Taj: A&M Worldwide pick up a huge win in what can only be considered a HUGE upset!

Wisely, Alex and McKena hastily roll out of the ring, scramble to the top of the ramp, and celebrate their big win. In the ring, Bianca is throwing an enormous tantrum like an overgrown child. Veronica tries to console her but to no avail. Bianca makes her way out of the ring and begins to trash everything in sight---grabbing the monitors from the commentary table and smashing them to the ground, taking a cameraman and slinging him into the steel steps, and finally picking up the camera to smash it over and over into the ringpost!

Taj: Bianca has completely lost it!

America: Rightfully so! This is some bullcrap!

Erick St. John is shown on the OneTron walking in the backstage dressing room hallway wearing street clothes and his duffle bag slung across his chest. The Philadelphia crowd erupts and is quickly on its feet. The camera shot switches over to the live camera as the former 1WM Champion nods at the various production staff as he walks by. The walls vibrate with a muffled ESJ chant which brings a smirk to Erick’s face. He finally stops in front of the dressing room with a Renaissance sign affixed to the door. He slowly opens the door but stops when he notices a female form in the back mirror. He assumes it’s his fellow Renaissance member, Aurora Graves.

Erick St. John: Hey Aurora. Sorry I’m late. Are you decent?

Erick waits for a response but the voice on the other side of the door doesn’t belong to Aurora.

Voice: Erick, it’s me.

Erick recognizes the voice and walks into the locker room. He quickly scans the room but the owner of the voice is alone. Inside the locker room is Sandra Rose, executive consultant to the Headhunters and Erick’s ex-wife. With no imminent danger, Erick drops his duffle bag, closes the door, and looks at Sandra with concern.

Erick St. John: Sandra, what are you doing here? Is everything okay? Are you okay?

Sandra looks down, biting her lip lightly. She is nervous. She looks up again and her eyes say that whatever she has to say is serious.

Sandra Rose: I… well… no. I need to tell you something.

Erick sees that Sandra is holding back tears and struggling to come up with the words to speak. Without thinking, Erick walks into her personal space and embraces her. Tears roll down her cheeks as she allows herself to be held by her ex-husband.

Erick St. John: It’s okay, Beautiful. Whatever it is, you can tell me. Divorce or no divorce, I’m still here for you.

Erick strokes her long blonde hair.

Erick St. John: Are you feeling okay? What did the doctors say? I wish I could have stayed at the hospital longer but with Eric and Dexter there… I didn’t want more drama while you were being evaluated.

Sandra notices Erick’s genuine concern and takes a deep breath.

Sandra Rose: I’m as good as I can be considering my condition. I just…

Sandra’s words trail off. She continues to struggle to find the right words. He continues to hold her and caress her hair.

Erick St. John: Please tell me it’s not cancer or something.

Sandra shakes her head in the negative.

Sandra Rose: No, it’s not cancer. But it will change my life forever. I haven’t told anyone yet. Not even the Headhunters.

Erick’s expression changes a bit at the sound of his rival’s name. Moreover the suspense is killing him.

Erick St. John: Please, Sandra, tell me what’s going on with you.

Sandra holds back a sob and grimaces slightly.

Sandra Rose: Erick, I’m pregnant.

Sandra looks up at him and her eyes are locked on his. She wants to see his reaction after everything they’ve recently endured. Erick releases Sandra from his embrace and takes a step back.

Erick St. John: You’re pregnant?

The color seems to fade from Erick’s face. He looks down at the ground and shakes his head before looking back at Sandra. The shock is apparent and his voice grows cold.

Erick St. John: I… don’t know what to say. Congratulations? This is what you always wanted.

Erick walks away from her momentarily and runs his hand through his hair. The news sends his mind reeling.

Sandra Rose: It is what I always wanted. But I wanted it with you.

Erick turns back around with hurt in his eyes.

Erick St. John: Then why tell me? We got divorced over this issue. Are you trying to stick it to me? Shouldn’t you be telling the baby’s father this news?

Sandra looks Erick directly in the eyes. She is not playing around.

Sandra Rose: I am telling him. I haven't been with anyone else, Erick. Just you.

The former champion’s eyes grow wide as he makes the realization of the paternity of Sandra’s unborn child.

Erick St. John: Wait… are you saying this baby… is mine?

Sandra nods and holds her abdomen.

Sandra Rose: Remember the night we signed the divorce papers at the Tavern and ended up back at my place?

Erick looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes as the truth dawns on him.

Sandra Rose: I signed the divorce papers to give you what you wanted… freedom. Little did we know that our last tryst together would give me what I wanted… with you.

Erick runs another hand through his hair. He takes a deep breath and starts pacing around the room as his mind races for answers to so many unanswered questions.

Erick St. John: I don’t know what to say, Sandra. I was not expecting this. This changes everything.

Erick looks back at Sandra searching for answers. Sandra just watches him intently.

Sandra Rose: I know what we did that night was a mistake. Please know that I am not going to hold you financially responsible for my baby. I can handle this on my own. I just wanted you to know the truth.

Sandra wants to finish this conversation before it gets any harder.

Sandra Rose: I know you have an important match tonight so I’ll see myself out.

Sandra turns to leave. Unexpectedly Erick quickly grabs her hand.

Erick St. John: Sandra, wait.

Sandra Rose: Erick… it’s okay. I got this. You have your match.

Tears escape Sandra’s eyes. Erick has a glimmer in his eyes that she hasn’t seen in a long time.

Erick St. John: What if that night’s mistake wasn’t us sleeping together? What if the mistake was getting divorced?

Sandra looks perplexed.

Sandra Rose: Erick, what are you talking about? You made it clear you didn’t want kids. You’re a free man now. You’re so close to your dream. I will not be responsible for you not achieving what you want. The divorce is final.

Erick looks down in embarrassment and pinches his eyebrow in frustration.

Erick St. John: I… I don’t know what I want anymore, Beautiful. I’ve been wrong about a lot of things lately. I let my obsession of being the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion get the better of me and I’ve done things I know better not to do. Maybe… the universe is giving me… us… another opportunity to make things right. I’ve never stopped loving you, Sandra. I was just being a selfish prick and let things get so fucked up. But this baby… changes everything.

Erick walks over and grabs both of Sandra’s hands.

Erick St. John: I’m not asking you to take me back. I’ll own my shit. But… may I be a part of this child’s life? You know I grew up without my parents. You’re going to be an amazing mom. I know it. But I don’t want this child growing up without a daddy. Even if it’s a selfish asshole like me.

Erick pauses and looks for Sandra to respond. Sandra chuckles in between tears.

Sandra Rose: I can’t believe I’m hearing this. I… I would never not let you be in the baby’s life. I would hope you would be there, even if we aren’t together. It’s the right thing to do.

Erick embraces Sandra and holds her tight. Sandra smiles with relief on her face.

Erick St. John: It is the right thing to do. And it’s time I start doing right by everything in my life. Starting with you.

The former champion lifts Sandra’s face and slowly leans down to kiss her. Sandra meets him halfway and they kiss. The sound of the crowd roaring in approval is heard in the background as Erick and Sandra smile between kisses.

America: Eww! Are you freakin’ kidding me? Did they just get back together? And now there’s a little ESJ on the way?! What is this world coming to?!

Taj: I think this is amazing, America! We need good vibes in 1WM! I’m happy for ESJ and Sandra Rose! This is life transforming!

America: Whatever…

Singles Match
“The Bullet With A Mullet” Patti Rose vs. “Ya Girl” Q

Patti Rose makes her way down the ring to a tremendous ovation. Before she can make it to the ring, a hush falls on the crowd as someone charges down the ramp behind her.

Taj: America, is that...

America: It is, Taj!

Jay Aguero makes his way down the ramp. He stops behind Patti and waits. Patti cautiously turns around to see why the crowd has suddenly gone quiet---only to get booted in the chest by the Glory Champion! Patti rolls down the ramp and tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Jay grabs hold of Patti and begins to pound away on her back with clubbing blows, Patti desperately trying to pull herself to her feet and fight back but Jay shakes his head.

Taj: This is a travesty!

America: It’s actually Legendary.

Jay hoists Patti onto his shoulders and pauses for a moment. He then delivers The Breakout (over the shoulder running powerbomb), sending Patti crashing to the floor! Jay glares down at her for a moment before shaking his head and heading toward the back.

Taj: Jay needs to be stripped of the Glory Championship and suspended!

America: What?! Oldilocks started all this months ago by stocking her nose in business that had nothing to do with her! She’s getting everything she wants right now!

Suddenly the stunned silence of the crowd quickly turns to boos as “Ya Girl” Q steps out onto the stage with the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Title around her waist. She starts to make her way down to the ring.

Taj: Well look who finally decides to show up?

With a smile on her face and a microphone in hand, Q slowly approaches the fallen Patti Rose.

Q: Quick. Someone. Anyone. She needs help. She’s fallen… and she can’t get up.

America: LOL! Good one!

Q pauses to let her insincerity and geriatric joke set in with the crowd, who don’t appreciate it one bit.

Q: I guess no one really cares about a feeble old decrepit has been wrestler. I mean, shouldn’t someone, anyone, be out here to check if you’re okay? Then again, maybe a Machine is in their way.

Q points up to the big screen where we see just backstage producers and EMTs are trying to make their way through the entryway but Jay Aguero is blocking the way. Anyone that steps close to him gets shoved back or thrown to the ground.

Q: It really is quite sad you took that little spill of yours. Maybe you should have had your Life Alert on. And to think, I was all set and ready to grant you the one thing all my fans wanted to see; my humanitarian self defending my belt against a charity case such as yourself. And to show you how sincere I was, my generosity wouldn’t have even been court ordered. I guess, yet again, the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Title does not get defended on 1WM programming. It really is a shame. You would have made an “excellent” opponent. For now, I guess, I’ll just let the Mean Machine back there step aside so the nursing home folk can bring your walker on down here to help you get to the back. As much as I would love to have torn you apart, bit by bit, I’ll leave that up to Jay on June 15th at Glory 21. Now get this pathetic excuse for a “legend” out of here and stop bogging down my show, The Q Show.

EMTs and referees finally make their way form the back as Q turns and makes her exit.

Broadcasting LIVE June 15th, 2022 on SPLAT! Network

As we go back to the ring from commercial break we can see the ring has a red velvet carpet on the mat. There would be two black velvet arm chairs sitting in the middle of the ring with a table next to one that has a bottle of the most expensive Cognac on it. One of the chairs would have a mic laying on it and the familiar song “Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender begins to play over the pa system. Justice would walk out onto the ramp waving to the fans as she made her way down to the ring. Stopping by some of the fans she looked at one of the signs there and pointed to it. Smirking, she took a black marker from a kid and signed the poster board for him. Handing the marker back to him she would make her way to the stairs going up to the middle of the ramp where she wiped her feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes. Going over to her chair she grabbed the mic off it looking at the bottle of Cognac then would turn her gaze out to the fans. Once the music faded out and the fans went quiet she held it up to her lips.

Justice Cross: As you all know I am the very first person that will tell someone that in this business you have to make an opportunity for yourself and that’s exactly what I did. I walked into the middle of some meeting and I told them what was going to happen whether they liked it or not. You guys want to know what they told me?

Smirks a bit before waving to a small girl near the barricade.

Justice Cross: They told me no. They said that a girl couldn’t handle a show like the one I wanted (pauses) especially when I told them who I wanted as my first guest. When they found out who it was that I want on this show first they did everything in their power to persuade me to not have this show. And I know that things might have been uncivil between us but I explained to them that I would be on my best behavior during this episode. So ladies and gentlemen welcome to “Justice for All”. And now I need you all to do me a really big favor and please welcome my guest tonight….he is The Executive Representative, Joshua Samson Esquire.

“You Can Hate Me Now (remix)” by Puffy Daddy featuring Nas blares throughout the arena as the immaculately groomed and dressed Joshua Samson, Esquire makes his way down the rampway to a loud chorus of jeers. A smirking Samson pays the fans little attention as he continues his strut to the ring, up the steel steps, and making his way into the squared circle.

Crowd: YOU’RE A WEASEL! YOU’RE A WEASEL!

Joshua looks at the bottle of cognac on the table between the two chairs. He nods approvingly at Justice before unbuttoning his blue custom tailored suit jacket, picking up the microphone, and having a seat.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Evening, you Philly plebs!

Crowd: WE HATE YOU! WE HATE YOU!

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Well I hate you too, but that should be apparently apparent. Don’t forget you paid to be here tonight to chant that.

Justice Cross: Let’s just stick to the show alright? So first thanks for being on the show. I can see that I did ok on the request with the bottle of cognac.

Joshua picks up the bottle of cognac and closely examines it before removing the top and pouring some in the glass that is next to the bottle.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Care to partake, Justice?

Sitting down in her chair she would watch him then roll her eyes looking at the fans before looking back.

Justice Cross: No that’s ok. I actually got that for you since you agreed to be on the show. Thanks for offering though? So I wanted to ask you to come on the show because you’ve got clients in 1WM. Since I left and then came back you should catch me up on who they are now.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: (taking a sip) Well of course you know my client is still the Queen Bee herself, Bianca Davis. Bianca is arguably the greatest Pride of 1WM Champion in the three year history of this company. While at the same time I have a handshake agreement with Bianca’s best friend, Veronica Taylor, who I believe has the potential to be the next Tag Team Champion, alongside Bianca.

He takes another sip of the drink.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: But I also have just signed THE Premiere Talent in this sport: “Ya Girl” Q. It will be only a matter of time that Q becomes the next 1Wm World Heavyweight Champion; whether it means breaking Striker Bane's jaw or breaking Erick St. John’s neck. Either way she is going to humble one of them while ushering in a new level of dominance in 1WM.

Justice Cross: Ok, so there is Bianca, Veronica, and “Ya Girl” Q. Let’s start with Bianca shall we? She was once my friend or tried to be. I mean I get it as to why you represent her. She’s good at what she does. Maybe if your client would learn to stand still long enough to take a compliment she would know that. I do mean that when I say she is good but what is it you want people to know about her?

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Let’s be clear, Justice. Bianca was never your friend. She was a mutual client and member of the Samson Family when you stood amongst our ranks. Out of the goodness of her enormous heart, she agreed to help guide you toward that killer instinct that you have always lacked, and might I say still lack, in your professional career.

Clenching her opposite hand into a fist she crinkled her nose up then released that fist. Oblivious to her reaction, THE Executive Representative takes another sip of the dark liquor within the glass.

Justice Cross: You know what, it’s ok. It won’t make me mad that you just said that because at the end of the day you’re absolutely right. About Bianca being your mutual client and a member of the Samson Family. However you seem to forget that she told me she was paid to try to help me. Why would I be cordial to someone who tells me that? Look, I asked for you to be on the show to talk about your clients. I don’t want to argue. So ok, let’s move on to Veronica. What is it that you can see in her?

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Justice, when I was asked to be on your show, I was told there would be nothing off limits. You would be asking and answering the hard hitting uncomfortable questions that these plebeian fans want to know about. That being reminded, don’t try to brush past the facts you weren’t up to snuff to be a part of the Samson Family, no matter how much I tried to elevate you. I mean, if you couldn’t get over by being associated with Bianca, there is pretty much no hope for you.

He again takes another sip; this one longer.

Justice Cross: Well damn Joshua. Ok, that’s how it is going to be? Then we can do this because you knew what was going on in my head at the time. I tried to learn from Bianca but you know what, this business isn’t about going to the damn mall every day to shop for purses or fur coats like she did when she was supposed to be teaching me the things you wanted her to teach me. And you paid her so there’s that too.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: She was paid because it was a job. You were under the misconception that there was some budding BFF situation that was going to blossom. You want to distort history and besmirch my client, Bianca, by stating all she wanted to do is shop on Rodeo Drive. While all that was true, she was in the gym with you trying to improve your skill. She was with you countless hours and days trying to hone in on a non existent killer instinct to make you an elite like she was. Instead you rather pander to every Tom, Dick, and Harry on social media. Being friends one minute and being enemies the next. You couldn’t pick a lane, Justice. Just like you can’t now.

Justice Cross: So you think all I did was pander on social media? Ok. Why would you care what I did on social media? You want to lay things out Joshua, you were the one who basically kicked me out of The SamFam when I started getting my head straight. So tell me, why would you care that I spoke to fans on social media? I mean they are what ultimately get us our paychecks right? Oh speaking of money here, I got you something else too.

Standing up she set the mic down on her chair. Quickly reaching her hand into her back pocket she pulled out an envelope with money in it and set it on the table next to his bottle. Grabbing her mic back she sat down.

Justice Cross: You have three seconds to pocket that money or I’m taking it back.

The husband of Glory commentators, Catriona and Astrid Samson, looks down at the envelope of money resting on the table. He takes another long sip from the glass, leaving it empty.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: You do know I’m rich right? Of course you do. You contributed to my payroll.

He reaches toward the envelope, looks at Justice, and without breaking eye contact grabs the open bottle of cognac. He looks over at it as he refills his glass.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Keep your money, Justice. In business it’s acceptable to take losses.

Justice Cross: Do you realize this is not how my show was supposed to go? You were asked to come out here so we could talk about your clients. We can’t even do that. In fact, I think there is so much anger in this ring right now that we should just end the show because you said so yourself, we are far from being able to talk about things. Oh speaking of them, how are your wives Joshua? They are the Glory commentating team now right? I wouldn’t have thought of Astrid to be a commentator but hey she’s doing the damn thing. I like her. She is full of piss and vinegar. I hope she can have a good run at it.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Same old Justice. When things get too hot, you pack up and run away. Go ahead and end the show. There’s still time allotted that you haven’t used and I can use the time to get some real wrestlers, like my clients, out here and I can teach you how to really conduct a talk show.

Looking at him as he said this to her those eyes narrowed a bit. Quickly she looked to the fans before smirking with a little laugh pointing to Samson. Sensing something through his haze of liquor drinking, Joshua stands up to his feet. Looking back at him she looks to the mat then goes up to him. Staring him down she would turn her hand back into a fist and hit him with a hard punch to the temple area of his head.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Going to the table she would grab the envelope of money placing it back in her pocket. Turning to look down at him she began to smirk. She quickly snatched her mic up and held it up to her lips going towards him. Kneeling down she would speak.

Justice Cross: How’s that for running away you, assmunch?

Standing up she tossed the mic down at the barely conscious Samson. Going to the ropes she stepped through to the apron before jumping down. Turning around she smirked as “Light a Fire “ began to play. Justice walked backwards up the ramp to the back.

Taj: What an incredible first episode of “Justice For All”!

America: Justice has just signed her death warrant! There is nowhere in the wrestling world she’ll be able to hide from Joshua Samson, Esquire!

Singles Match
Mackenzie Roberts vs. “The Cobra Queen” Rei Park

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Rei and Mackenzie immediately meet each other in the middle of the ring, Rei hitting Mackenzie in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third! Mackenzie stumbles back from the impact. Rei bounces off of the ropes to build momentum. Before she can strike Mackenzie on the rebound, Mackenzie leaps into the air and hits Rei with a dropkick! Rei rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's up, she shakes her head and approaches Mackenzie in the middle of the ring. The two wrestlers circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. Mackenzie grabs hold of Rei and tries to wrestle her into a side headlock. Rei blocks the attempt and throws a hard elbow into Mackenzie's ribs. She then grabs Mackenzie by the hair and takes her down to the mat! Rei drops an elbow onto Mackenzie and hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…Mackenzie kicks out!

Mackenzie starts to pull herself back up to her feet as Rei runs at her and hits Mackenzie with a knee strike. She follows it up with a second. Mackenzie tries to recover as Rei tries to wrestle Mackenzie into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Mackenzie spins out of Rei's grasp and creates space between the two of them. Rei tries to step toward Mackenzie, who attempts to hit Rei in the jaw with a superkick! Rei just barely ducks under the attempt, scurrying back toward the ropes.

Mackenzie smirks as Rei pulls herself back up to her feet. Once Rei is standing, Mackenzie closes the gap between the two of them and hits Rei with a kick to the ribs. She follows it up with a second before pulling Rei toward the middle of the ring. Rei tries to respond by shoving Mackenzie away from her and toward the ropes. Mackenzie grabs hold of them as Rei charges at her and tries to send Mackenzie to the floor. Mackenzie positions herself between the ropes and kicks Rei in the mouth before positioning herself on the apron. She steadies herself and smirks---waiting for Rei to stop stumbling before springboarding into the ring and hitting Rei with a crossbody! Mackenzie hooks the leg with a cover..

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!

Mackenzie calls for the fans to cheer for her as Rei groggily drags herself back up to her feet. Mackenzie bounces off of the ropes and seems like she's setting Rei up for a shining wizard - only to have Rei grab hold of her and roll Mackenzie up for the..

ONE!

TWO!

THRE----NO!

Taj: Oh wow, that was close!

America: These two are going back and forth!

Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Mackenzie charges at Rei---only to have Rei counter with a Poison Apple (enzui shining wizard)! Mackenzie staggers and Rei hits her with Snake Eyes (kaio kick)! Rei drops down, hooks the leg, and covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Rei Park!!!

Taj: What an impressive win by Rei!

America: It was….alright.

”Monster” by EXO is still radiating throughout the Wells Fargo Center’s PA system, when a victorious Rei instantly hits an axe kick to the back of Mackenzie’s neck and head as she attempts to get up. Rei instantly starts raining down clubbing blows to Mackenzie’s back before rolling her over and doing the same to the front.

America: WHAT THE HELL?!

Taj: It’s like a switch suddenly flipped in Rei’s head and she’s become more vicious than she’s been before in an 1WM ring!

Rei pulls Mackenzie up to her feet and whips her off into the closest corner before maneuvering her own body and locking in a hanging figure four necklock. Mackenzie screams out in pain, practically begging for the referee to do something.

Rei releases the hold before pulling Mackenzie’s feet out from underneath her and sliding back into the ring. Rei then stalks her defeated opponent like a cobra in tall grass, waiting til she sluggishly pulls herself up to her feet before charging forward and hitting Mackenzie with a running 180 degree facebuster. The fans are actively booing the Cobra Queen who is in a stalking position once again. Mackenzie is sluggish to get to her knees but doesn’t have a chance to react before Rei hits her with Fire Soul (gamengiri).

Taj: I can’t believe Rei would do this!

America: I guess with Jenn Drew going missing in action, Rei has come to the realization that she’s going to have to come out of the shadows and be her own person?

The screen cuts to somewhere in the venue where the various members of the Mechanical Animals are, the entire group-save for Bane himself-look more than ready for their match later on in the evening.

Amanda Belnades: Tonight, the MA steps into the ring against Erick Saint John and Team Human Centipede. And yes, while we know full well the so-called “proper” name of that particular team, disrespect is of course met with disrespect and if you need proof of that then you need not look any closer than the bullshit that Damon Graves posted all over his Twitter these past couple of weeks. “Drones”, my aching ass.

I have a legit question for Erick Saint John at this moment and that is why do you suffer such an arrogant little pustule such as Damon Graves? I mean his wife, she is someone that can be respected because of all the hard work that she’s done prior to marrying her husband. But Damon himself, he doesn’t know the first thing about the meaning of the word “respect” or “honor” or even “Brotherhood” and if anyone is going to be the first to stab you in either the light or the dark, Erick, it’s going to be him…no matter what he says to the otherwise because you yourself have told him things that he has readily just ignored..he calls Striker Bane a “whiney bitch” and yet, the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” has yet to rise to that bullshit and that is because tonight, the Mechanical Animals shall respond the best way that we know how. With a bloody feast of violence.

Bane reaches out and places a hand onto Amanda’s left shoulder at which point the younger woman takes a step back for the taller, Japanese Backbreaker.

Thomas Bane: What our dear Amanda says is true and yes, we know full well that the Foundation never won the tag titles here in One Wrestle Movement and to fix that issue, we removed the faulty piece..but that is neither nor there and if you wish to argue the point, Damon or Aurora Graves, then we will let you argue it…with the Shinigami Foundation’s replacements when they arrive here in One Wrestle Movement eventually.

Until then, we could give two to three shits less what the two of you think because with each success that we carry onwards for this organization elsewhere, gives us simply one more piece of timber for the blaze that is to come. We’ve already added the National Wrestling Federation tag team championships as well as the Strong Style Wrestling Freebird tag team championships to our trophy case and soon enough there will be more…each step, one more bit of blaze that is following your collective trails, all the way to the end, pure and simple. After all we are, if anything, patient hunters.

Bane tosses the camera an easy smile as the camera moves to focus in on Striker Bane, who is sitting in a chair with his head down and a black/gold towel covering his head.

Jacob Striker: Tonight, there are no big speeches…no, tonight I am going out there and I’m going to choke a bitch out. I already told Erick Saint John last week at Glory that I’m fully intending to turn him airtight the moment he steps into that ring against me next for my world title….but you, Damon. You wish to call me a “whiny bitch” all because I didn’t just lay down and let Erick take what didn’t belong to him like a good little bitch?

Jake raises his head just enough that one of his ice blue eyes can be seen glaring hard at the camera.

Jacob Striker: Tonight, Damon. Tonight I promise you only one thing and that is you *will* scream like the little bitch that you are. And there is not a damned thing that you can do about it.

The screen then cuts to commercial.

Tag Team Match
The Vixens (Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross) vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)

Torres: The following TAG TEAM MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

”Glycerine” by Bush blares over the speaker system as Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross make their way out from the back to a mixed response.

America: Dead. Women. Walking.

Taj: Oh be quiet, America. There is a reason why the Vixens are former 1WM Tag Team Champions.

America: Yet they're about to face the greatest former 1WM Tag Team Champions though.

Nipsey Hussle "Last Time That I Checc’ed" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.

Taj: Eric and Dexter have been going somewhat of a transformation the past couple of months under the tutelage of their new executive consulate, Sandra Rose.

America: Why fix what was broken? I’ll NEVER understand this!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric charges over, drilling Justice and Brianna both in the back with a dropkick that catches each competitor with a foot in the small of their back. Brianna tumbles through the ropes to the floor and Dexter drops to the floor on his side. Dexter makes his way around as Eric starts to drag Justice up to her feet. Justice pulls him down into an inside cradle!

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Dexter comes around and clubs Brianna with a forearm that knocks her into the barricade. Brianna collapses to the floor and Dexter starts to put the boots to her. Eric and Justice start back up. Justice executes a standing switch and tries for an O’Connor roll. Eric ducks and Justice dives through the ropes, lawn darting herself into Dexter and smashing him into the barricade as well!

Eric tears across the ring and rebounds off the far ropes. He comes roaring back across the ring and launches himself over the top rope out onto everyone on the floor! All four bounce off the guardrail and land in separate heaps on the cold, hard concrete floor!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Taj: Talk about bodies hitting the floor!

America: What you know about that song, Taj?

Eric slowly starts to crawl towards the ring as the referee starts to count all four out of the ring.

One…

Two…Eric gets up to all fours and drags himself into the ring.

Three…

Four…Dexter staggers up and makes his way to the ring as well.

Five…

Six…Justice Cross staggers up and dives into the ring to end the referee’s count.

Almost immediately, Eric and Dexter descend on Justice and start putting the boots to her in tandem, stomping away at her until she rolls back under the rope out onto the apron. Dexter gets in another stomp and Eric runs across the ring, rebounding off the far side and coming back for a baseball slide that sends Justice off the edge to the floor, knocking Brianna into the steel again!

Taj: My God! What an impact!

America: There were three impacts there, Taj. Eric’s foot hitting Justice, Justice hitting Brianna and Brianna bouncing off the railing!

Taj: Shouldn’t that make four from when they hit the floor?

America: Yeah, but by then you couldn’t hear it from all these idiots chanting!

Dexter makes his way to his team’s corner and nods. Eric makes his way over to the corner as well. They make the tag and Dexter steps in. He grabs his brother and hoists him above his head with a gorilla press. Dexter runs over and hurls Eric over the top rope at the Vixens on the floor! Brianna and Justice scatter and Eric crashes hard into the railing, the crowd exploding again at the sound of the impact of flesh against steel!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Brianna staggers into the ring, Justice running around to the side while Dexter stares down at his brother, shaking his head in disappointment. Justice runs up and hits Lights Out (RKO)! Dexter falls towards Brianna and she drops him with her jumping implant DDT! Dexter goes down and Brianna rolls away to the apron. Justice tags her and then slips out to make sure Eric can’t come back in. Brianna stands up and waits as Dexter staggers up. Brianna catches him for a second jumping implant DDT before covering.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here are your winners…the team of Justice Cross and Brianna Matthews…The Vixens!!!

Taj : The Vixens, Justice and Brianna, have defeated the Headhunters, Dexter and Eric Calloway!

America: I...I….I…

Taj: Save you words, America. The Vixens have won this and it’s over.

America: We’ll see, it’s not over yet! It’s time for the Headhunters to beat these chicks down like only they know how to do!

Eric gets back into the ring as Dexter makes his way back up to his feet. The Calloways look pissed as they glare at Justice and Brianna. The Vixens brace themselves to continue the fight but instead The Headhunters extend open palms for a handshake.

America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

The Vixens give each other a wary glance, hesitating for a second. They reluctantly shrug their shoulders and firmly give the brothers handshakes! The crowd explodes in cheers.

Taj: Who would have ever thought we would be seeing this?!

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

Eric and Dexter exit the ring to allow Brianna and Justice their moment to bask in the spotlight.

Near the gorilla position, security are physically restraining irate Glory commentators, Catriona and Astrid Samson. The wives of Joshua Samson are making every effort they can to get by security but to no avail.

Taj: You have to think Catriona and Astrid are trying to get out to the ring to get revenge upon Justice for knocking out Joshua earlier tonight during “Justice For All”.

America: As well as they should be! Let those women go so they can give Justice some much deserved getback!

Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Kelli Saint vs. Keon Suggs II.

Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

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.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds….standing at five feet seven inches….she is the challenger….KELLLLLLIIIIIIIIII SAINNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Red Opps” by 21 Savage blares throughout the arena as Keon Suggs II, Pride title around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Rockford, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….he is the current reigning and defending Pride of One Wrestling Movement Champion…he is KEOOONNNNN SUGGGGGGGSSSSSS II!

Taj: The time for talk is all over between Kelli and Keon. This might be the truest test Keon will face since winning the Pride of 1WM Championship.

America: My girl Bianca ain’t no slouch but I’ll have to agree with you, Taj. Kelli is a veteran’s veteran. If Keon can manage to defeat Kelli tonight, he definitely can weather any storm.

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

The two approach each other near the center of the ring. Keon hits Kelli with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third! Kelli begins to fight back with a few hard chops of her own.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

Kelli grabs hold of Keon and shoots him across the ring. When Keon comes back on the rebound, Kelli sends him to the mat with a crisp armdrag! Kelli immediately locks in a hammerlock to further apply pressure to Keon's arm while bringing him back up to his feet. Keon desperately tries to fight for position, but Kelli responds by running Keon into the turnbuckle. She backs Keon toward the middle of the ring and lifts him into the air, slamming him to the mat with a German suplex! Kelli bridges it into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…Keon kicks out!

Once again, Kelli gets Keon into position for a hammerlock and begins to apply pressure. This time, she manages to keep Keon grounded on the mat. Keon tries to make it up to his feet, but Kelli transitions to a front facelock and delivers a few knee strikes to wear Keon down. Kelli tries to spin Keon into a neckbreaker, but Keon blocks the attempt. He shoves Kelli away from him. Kelli stumbles a few steps and regains her balance---only to have Keon run at her and send her crashing to the mat with a clothesline! Keon charges at Kelli and hits her with a second before hoisting her into the air for a big vertical suplex! Kelli pulls herself back up to her feet as Keon charges. Keon leaps into the air and tries to set her up for an enziguri, but Kelli ducks underneath the attempt! Keon crashes hard to the mat. Kelli immediately grabs hold of his right leg, setting him up for a single-leg crab!

Taj: Kelli Saint is an impressive technical wrestler and she's putting that on display right now!

Keon's eyes go wide in pain as he tries to crawl toward the ropes. Kelli continues to keep the hold applied. Keon just barely gets his fingers on the ropes. Kelli doesn't break the hold, the referee coming over and counting.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Kelli releases the hold.

Keon grabs hold of the ropes and tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to have Kelli run over and slam Keon's knee into the mat! The referee immediately forces Kelli to back away from Keon as she grins despite the crowd's negative response. Once Keon is finally back on his feet, Kelli charges. Keon is ready for it as he lifts Kelli into the air and drops her onto the ropes! Kelli pulls herself up to her feet as Keon charges. Kelli uses Keon's momentum against him and tosses him over the top rope and out onto the floor!

Taj: Every time it looks like Keon's going to gain control of this match...

America: Kelli is ready for it! We’re on the verge of getting a brand new Pride of 1WM Champion!

Kelli follows Keon out to the floor. Keon pulls himself back up to his feet. Kelli hits him with a hard chop to the chest!

Crowd: WOOO!

She follows it up with a second.

Crowd: WOOO!

Kelli grabs hold of Keon, lifts him into the air, and drops Keon onto his knee for a kneebreaker! Keon stumbles around in pain. Kelli grabs hold of him again and throws him hard into the steel steps! Keon's knee bounces off of it as he tries to keep himself upright. The referee begins the countout.

One…

Taj: Kelli knows that the Champ utilizes that knee to finish matches with his Rockford Knee (flying knee).

America: Like I said, Kelli is a savvy veteran that has pretty much seen it all.

Four…Kelli notices and turns around, trying to get back into the ring.

Five…Before she can, Keon staggers over toward Kelli and pulls her out to the floor.

Six…Kelli tries to shove Keon away, but Keon responds by hitting Kelli with a devastating elbow smash!

Seven…Kelli takes a moment to recover.

Eight…Keon hits her with a diving clothesline that sends both wrestlers crashing to the floor!

Nine…

Keon grabs hold of the apron and pulls himself back up to his feet, but before he can roll back into the ring, the referee calls for the bell!

Torres: This match has officially been ruled a draw as a result of a double countout!

Taj: What a match! Keon retains the belt due to a double countout!

America: Keon needs to count his blessings in this one!

Taj: You have to think that we will see Saint/Sugg part two in the very near future.

“Order Restored”

Live from the Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
June 30th, 2022

Main Event
Renaissance ( Erick St. John and The Fallen Angels (Damon and Aurora Graves)) vs. The Mechanical Animals (David Belmont, Thomas Bane, and “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker)

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

The Philly crowd explodes in cheers.

Torres: This SIX PERSON TAG TEAM match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides begins to play as Damon and Aurora Graves, Tag Team title belts strapped around their waists, make their way out from the back to the entranceway stage. The arena lights go dark and E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s classic piano composition, “Moonlight Sonata” begins to play. The crowd recognizes the music and roars as it gets to its feet. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Erick St. John stands in the middle of it with outstretched arms and his gaze towards the heavens. After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome, ESJ embraces his stablemates and the trio begin to make their way to the ring, interacting with some members of the crowd.

Torres: Coming to the ring….the two time 1WM Tag Team Champions…The Fallen Angels…Damon and Aurora Graves…the former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….Erick St. Johns….collectively they are RENAISSANCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Suddenly the lights in the Wells Fargo Center all go out at once when suddenly on the video wall the signature logo of the Mechanical Animals suddenly flashes to life on the screen followed by a whirling guitar that "spins" downwards into a thundering drum opening as the lights come up low as several spotlights start to flash.

Amanda Belnades strides out onto the entrance way, adjusting her glasses as she then holds up both the One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight and Wrestleworld Territorial Openweight championships above her head as Marilyn Manson's "Fight Song" continues to play.

“Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask
You make your children breathe in to survive”

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the members of team number two. Being escorted to the ring by Amanda Belnades and weighing in tonight at a combined brutally efficient six hundred and eighty-eight pounds….they represent the Mechanical Animals!!!

At this point David Belmont storms out onto the entrance way, pushing back the hood of his entrance gear as he slowly raises one fist into the air with a look of grim determination on his face as Thomas Bane slowly follows close behind as does the man himself, Striker Bane, who has escrewed his usual entrance gear for a simple black and gold towel which is draped over his head as he makes for the fans to get more involved in the song before he waves them off with a disgusted motion before the foursome make their way down to ringside.

Torres: They are the team of DAVIIIIDDDDD BELMONNNNNTTTT….THOMAAAASSSS BANNNNNEEEE…and the two-time One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion…."Total Elimination" JACOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

Upon reaching the ringside area, Belmont quickly climbs up the nearest turnbuckle as he slams both of his hands onto the top turnbuckle before throwing them both up into the air while both Bane and Bane climb up onto the ring apron and wipe their boots off on the ring apron before they both climb into the ring proper, Bane yanking the towel off of his head as he keeps his attention focused on the members of Erick Saint John's faction.

America: You know if I didn’t work for this company I wouldn’t have known this was even a match.

Taj: Why do you say that, America?

America: Because like there was basically zero promotion from ANYONE involved in the match leading up to tonight. I mean, I know most wrestlers think they’re bigger than they are in this vast sport but would it hurt to sell just a little?

Striker steps into the ring to start things off, practically daring someone to do the same against him. Damon does the same for his team. Striker smirks as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Damon tries to approach Striker in the center of the ring, taking a cautious approach. Unfortunately for him, Striker charges forward out of his corner of the ring and blasts Damon with a forearm smash! Damon is barely able to keep himself upright. He staggers toward Striker, who lifts him into the air and sends Damon crashing to the mat with a flapjack! Damon tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Striker charge over. He catches Damon with a knee strike that sends him stumbling back to his corner of the ring. Striker tags Belmont into the match. Belmont makes his way over toward the middle of the ring as Striker sends Damon over his direction---Belmont responds by sending the male half of the Tag Team Champions crashing to the mat with a clothesline!

Taj: This is exactly what you have to expect when you get in the ring with the Mechanical Animals!

America: They're a scary, dangerous team! There's no denying that!

Belmont grabs hold of Damon and drags him back up to his feet. He locks Damon into a front facelock and tries to wear him down, delivering a few clubbing blows to his back in the process. Belmont drags Damon over to a nearby turnbuckle and straightens him up. He hits Damon in the chest with a hard chop before stepping back to the middle of the ring.

Crowd: WOOO!

Belmont pauses for a moment before charging forward and trying to hit Damon with a splash in the corner! Damon ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Belmont crashes hard into the turnbuckle and stumbles around, Damon using the opening to hit Belmont with an enziguri! Belmont stumbles around and tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to get caught with a running knee lift! Damon covers.

One…

Two…Belmont kicks out!

Belmont tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Damon hurry back to his corner of the ring. He tags Aurora into the match. Aurora waits on the apron as Belmont charges at Damon---only to get hit with a knee to the face! Aurora then springboards into the ring and catches Belmont with a crossbody block into a cover.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!

Taj: The Fallen Angels are showing what they're made of now!

America: Yeah...they are…*yawn*

Belmont tries to pull himself back up to his feet as Aurora hits him with a hard kick to the ribs. She follows it up with a second before hitting Belmont in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Belmont drops down to a knee. Aurora bounces off of the ropes and catches Belmont with a vicious knee strike! She tries to go for the cover, but Belmont wisely rolls out of the way. Aurora smirks and tries to take advantage of the opening nonetheless, grabbing hold of Belmont's leg and trying to lock in a heel hook! Belmont grabs hold of the ropes before Aurora can properly lock it in, causing the referee to force Aurora to release the hold. Belmont uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Bane shakes his head and tags himself into the match.

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!!

Bane steps into the ring as Aurora charges at him. She hits Bane with a series of chops to the chest…

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

…before shooting him across the ring. She waits for Bane to return on the rebound, but unfortunately for her, Bane seems ready for it as he sends her crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Aurora tries to pull herself back up to her feet but Bane sends Aurora back down to the mat in a seated position with a snapmare! He bounces off of the ropes and hits Aurora with a clothesline before covering.

One…

Two…Aurora kicks out!

Smirking, Bane drags Aurora back up to her feet. He hits her in the mouth with a forearm smash to knock her groggy. Bane then pulls Aurora in toward him and tries to set her up for a butterfly suplex! Aurora spins out of Bane's grasp and leaps into the air, sending Bane crashing to the mat with a dropkick! Bane pulls himself back up to his feet and almost immediately tries to charge at Aurora---who catches him with a drop toehold! Bane groggily tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Aurora steps back to her corner of the ring and tags Erick St. John into the match!

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!

America: Again, Taj? Really?

ESJ charges in the ring and immediately hits Bane with a series of hard punches that sends him stumbling around. Bane shoves ESJ away from him out of desperation. ESJ stumbles a few steps. Bane recovers and charges---only to get hit with a roundhouse kick! ESJ positions himself over Bane and leaps into the air to connect with a standing moonsault---only to have Bane get his knees up! ESJ doubles over in pain. Bane lifts the former World Champ into the air and connects with a gutbuster! He covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!

Bane drags ESJ up to his feet. He says something to him that the camera can't pick up before bouncing off of the ropes and getting hit in the jaw with a spinning back elbow! Bane drops to a knee and tries to recover. ESJ lines himself up with the World Champ. On the opposite end of the ring, Striker and Belmont both look at each other and nod. They hop off of the apron, briefly distracting ESJ.

Taj: What are these two doing?!

ESJ turns his attention back toward Bane and gets nailed with a clothesline! Outside of the ring, Striker and Belmont grab hold of Damon and pull him off of the apron! Belmont throws Damon hard into the steel steps! The fans boo as the referee briefly turns his attention toward the chaos on the floor. Belmont and Striker ignore it and pull Aurora to the floor as well. The two of them hoist her into the air and slam her down with a double powerbomb!

Taj: This is horrible!

America: But look at what's happening in the ring!

Sure enough, while everything was happening on the floor, Bane rushes ESJ. The former World Champion hits Bane with a perfectly timed My Redemption (Sweet Chin Music superkick)! Bane crashes to the mat and ESJ covers.

One…

Two…

Belmont and Striker notice but it's too late.

THREE!!

Torres: The winners of this match...Damon Graves, Aurora Graves, and Erick St. John…The Renaissance!!!

Taj: ESJ was able to take advantage of the opening and while it wasn't an ideal victory...

America: A victory is a victory, I guess!

With the Fallen Angels barely conscious on the ring floor, Belmont and Striker slide back into the ring, looking to do bodily harm to ESJ who is at a numbers disadvantage. ESJ, back to the rampway, readies himself for the impending battle.

America: What is that idiot ESJ doing just standing there waiting for a fight? There’s no shame in running, especially when you’re outnumbered like he is right now.

Taj: I definitely agree with you, America. This might be the wisest decision Erick has made.

Bane has made it back up to his feet and joins his stablemates side. As it seems the Mechanical Animals are about to pounce, the crowd suddenly explodes in cheers as the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, bolt down the rampway from backstage!

Taj: What in the world?!

America: Oh now I know I’m about to be sick!

The Headhunters hit the ring and in one fluid motion tackle Belmont and Bane respectively. ESJ is quick to react and is upon Striker throwing blows! As all six men are brawling in the ring, officials swarm from backstage to break up the melee as the show begins to fade out.

Taj: WE ARE OUT OF TIME! WE ARE OUT OF TIME!

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

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