Legendary 29 (30 June 2022)

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Live from the Fiserv Forum 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-NINE!!

America: Must you ALWAYS scream that?!

Taj: But of course, America! I’m excited. The crowd is excited. The only question is: why aren’t you excited?

America: Oh, I’m excited….I just know how to contain it, Taj. Why must we do all this talking every month? It seems like we’ve been waiting weeks for this show to broadcast already. Can we just get into it?

Taj: Yes we can, America. Yes, we can.

The interview stage comes up on the big screen, and The Fiserv Forum crowd are audibly unhappy upon seeing a returned 'veteran' reporter, Mickey "Mouse" Greer's smug moosh, and doubly unhappy that this man has a microphone. As usual, America and Taj are piping in their commentary from the desk.

Taj: Mouse doesn't even have to be in the room with you to invade your personal space! What an icky little creature he is!

America: That's Mickey Greer you're talking about and you will put some respect on his name!

Mickey Greer: Good evening, Wisconsin. Yes. Yes. I know. You're on welfare and can't afford that fifth beer tonight. Mickey hears you!

The fan disdain has been growing by the second for this man.

Mickey Greer: That's what ya get when you're a lazy slob! Don't expect any sympathy from m-

A thunderous POP fills the arena when a tall, dreadlocked man with dark sunglasses and a spiked jacket simply plows on to and through the set. Greer's microphone flies from his hand and makes an unpleasant noise when it falls to the ground.

America: What THE?!

The newcomer easily bowls Greer over on to his behind, but doesn't even seem to notice. This guy doesn't even look down and continues on to wherever the hell he might be going.

America: Who IS that?

Taj: I don't know, America! But I kind of like him already! Look at Mouse! He's furious!

Mickey seems to shake it off as he collects his mic and stands, taking chase.

Mickey Greer: Hey! Hey you! You can't just do that!

Loud footsteps can be heard growing more distant.

Taj: This guy doesn't care for Greer at all!

Mickey Greer: GET BACK HERE! HEY, I'm telling you to get back here! Hey, MORON!

Those footsteps stop in their tracks.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH

There's a chuckle. Those footsteps grow louder and closer again and the tattooed, dreadlock sporting man reappears.

America: Is he going to…?

Mouse turns a little pale as the guy seems to take two steps, and the near 7 footer is right in his face, bearing down on him.

Taj: You've done it now, Mouse!

The crowd loves it as this newcomer snatches Mickey's microphone and Mickey is helpless as the man quickly encircles him in microphone cable and then with a hearty thrust kick, boots the 'microphone mummy' offscreen with a thud and s clatter and a whimper from Greer himself.

Taj: Well that's one way of instigating pest control!

The imposing figure lets out a chuckle and shakes his head before making his way back on to the interview set. From his jacket pocket a cordless Shure Super 55 is produced and he gives the fans a sideways grin before holding it up to speak.

Newcomer: Ya call that an interviewer, One Wrestle? This…this umm…THING. You pay this guy good freakin money to do a thing he ain't got the clout not the keister for? Yo. It's been four whole minutes, and y'all don't even know my name!

This guy looks around from side to side and raises an eyebrow. He shrugs, and he even facepalms with his free hand in an exaggerated manner.

Newcomer: Gotta do it all myself, don't I? Gotta prove myself, gotta work my hands to the damn bone and eliminate the vermin. And I gotta announce myself to the wrestling world at large ahead of my debut match? Dude's useless…

The newcomer sneers as he eyes a chunk of brickwork on the ground. He aims, and he boots the chunk in the direction of the pile of costumes and props which may contain Greer. The fans laugh as a muffled cry is to be heard.

Taj: Good shot!

Zak Slovak: Right. The name's Slovak. Zakariah f'n Slovak. But don't call me that. I pull teeth out with pliers for less, yo. Zak will do, yeah? Or you can call me The Bitchfinder General. I answer to both.

America: Bitch…finder…general? Please!

Zak Slovak: Y'all gotta watch this next ten minutes or so to find out what I'm really all about, though. I'll try to prolong the slaughter, but sometimes, the lion is just too hungry. Ya dig? That's me tonight, Hendrix! I know ya from good ol' Texas. I know ya can go out there in'tween them ropes. Ya can go GOOD in fact. But what's it all gonna do for ya?

Zak smirks knowingly, nodding his head slowly. It's really hard not to be a little bit put off by the sinister belly laugh that he utters next.

Zak Slovak: Where's it all gonna get ya, darlin? All the agility in the world ain't gonna stop me foldin' ya 104 lb ass up in an express envelope, stickin a stamp on ya and posting that sh*t back to Austin. In fact, all that flippy hippy stuff you're gonna try do is gonna HELP!

The Wisconsin fans give all of this news a mixed reaction.

Zak Slovak: End of the day. Since ain't nobody really be sayin it, I'm gonna say it for myself. Welcome to One Wrestle Movement, Slovak! Now let's go get us a lil housewarming party!

Zak pockets his mic and gives one more nod as he makes his way down the hall towards gorilla.

America: Exciting dual debut to open Legendary 29! It's coming up so stay tuned!

Debut Match
Zak Solvak vs. Jessie Hendrix

The bell sounds, Hendrix and Slovak start to circle aggressively. Slovak gets tired of the circling fast and lunges forward looking for a shoulder check but Hendrix telegraphs it easily, dodging and taking the big man down with a drop toe hold!

America: Well it looks like this guy is a big bag of nothing! He's already trapped in Jessica Hendrix's kimura!

The crowd comes alive as Jessica quickly whipped around and hooked in her signature. Slovak looks to be in trouble, yet is gnashing his teeth as he hangs in there!

Taj: Don't speak too soon! Check out the strength!

The fans are audibly amazed as Slovak manages to get to one knee with the Kimura locked in, unleashing a cry of exertion as he gets to his feet with it still locked in.

America: WHAT?!

Getting an arm free, Slovak suddenly whips around and tries to collect Hendrix with a backpack stunner, yet she breaks free and lands on her feet, Slovak turning back around.

Taj: SUPERK~

Zak catches the boot and viciously swings Hendrix back around.

America: Release German suplex!

Hendrix crashes into the corner and Slovak quickly follows up with the running face wash.

America: Slovak nearly put her head through the bottom rope there! He drags her into the middle for the pin attempt.

One…

Two…shoulder up!

Slovak scowls and shakes his head, grabbing a handful of Hendrix's hair and dragging her to a vertical position

America: Wrestlers get kicked in the face every day of their lives, Taj. You have to do more than that!

Taj: Oh! Mean European uppercut by Slovak! They get punched too. I suppose you're right.

Slovak goes to follow up but Hendrix blocks, draws Slovak in and crushes Zak with a European uppercut of her own, staggering the 270 pounder.

Taj: Dropkick right in the moosh and Slovak is wavering!

The fans get really excited when Hendrix runs, springboards and finally takes him down with a beautiful looking crossbody, scooping him into a pin

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Jessi could have had it there!

Hendrix smacks the mat and drills Slovak with a forearm to the side of the head before rolling him over.

America: Yeah…COULD have. Didn't do enough!

Hendrix delivers several kicks to the lower part of Slovak's left leg and she has him totally in her power.

Taj: This could be enough!

Hendrix is fast as she hooks in the ankle lock, and Slovak grimaces in pain, his hands balling into fists as he fights to endure while he tries crawling toward the ropes.

Taj: Hendrix showing surprising strength as she drags the big man back towards the middle!

America: Nope, it's a mistake!

In the short window where Hendrix has to switch position, Slovak is able to whip her away with an impromptu monkey flip, leap to his feet, growl and…

Taj: OH! Vicious axe bomber by Slovak! That turned Hendrix inside out!

Slovak wows the crowd as he immediately follows up with a running shooting star press!

America: Did he…how?? Again! I want to see that again!

The crowd is actually abuzz as he hooks the leg

One…

Two…

THR…SHOULDER UP!

Taj: Slovak is FURIOUS right now! Look at him!

Zak seems to take this out on the ref as he gets up in his face and yells abuse, and the ref vehemently warns Zak about disqualification if he wants to lay a hand on him. Slovak doesn't get time to think about it before Hendrix comes up behind and rolls him up!

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Taj: THAT was closer than close! This is why you don't give your opponent time to recover! All of a sudden, Hendrix is LIT!

Showing her strength again, Jessica drags Slovak up and drills him with a jumping elbow smash before taking the arm and swinging around, drilling Slovak with a highly impressive arm trap neckbreaker variation!

America: Must give it to Jessica Hendrix. That move is a WINNER but can she follow up?

Taj: Wisconsin thinks she can!

The fans are right behind Hendrix as she gets to her feet and leaps up on to the top rope, awaiting Slovak to stand.

America: Hendrix is up in the high rent district, but what can she be thinking?

Slovak is disoriented as he slowly gets to a knee and uses the ropes to get back up, before groggily turning back around.

Taj: The ELEVATION!

Hendrix gets a lot of hang time as she leaps off the top rope..

America: FLYING FACEBUST~

Crowd: WOAH!!!! YEAAAAAHHHH!!!

Slovak seems to snap to his senses, swiftly holding up his right foot, catching Hendrix by the head out of the air and just about taking it clean off as he drops back and Hendrix goes flying with the impact

Taj: CONCRETE BOOT! HENDRIX ATE ALL OF IT!

Slovak is noticeably exhausted as he drops the leg on the back of Hendrix's head for good measure and covers

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… ZAK SLOVAK!

Taj: Now that was a great debut from both Jessie Hendrix and Zak Slovak!

America: But it was the Bitchfinder General that emerged victorious!

Debut Match
Jess Anderson vs. Mai Suzuki

While Mai Suzuki and Jess Anderson circle, Anderson finds it fairly easy to get the Wisconsin fans on her side. Suzuki and Anderson lock up and Suzuki gets a top wristlock on Anderson, slowly arching her back toward the mat.

America: This is where Suzuki is going to show us how her advanced techniques of wearing down opponents come into play.

Anderson struggles for a moment but she manages to hook a leg behind Mai to trip her up so she can free herself and get a deep arm drag.

Taj: Suzuki back up with an arm drag of her own!

Jess Anderson blocks a second arm drag attempt, shoving Mai back and delivering a perfect dropkick right to the chin! Anderson looks back over her shoulder for a second before lunging at the corner and springing off.

Taj: Moonsau…no! Suzuki is rolling out of the way!

Anderson spots this and has the awareness to land on her feet, the fans loving it as she nails Mai with a standing senton instead.

One…

Two…kick out!

America: There is no way that was going to be all she needed, Taj!

Mai Suzuki is slowly getting to her feet, Anderson helps her up and promptly shoots her toward the ropes

Taj: Anderson looking for the Ass Kisser!

Suzuki easily dodges, waiting for Anderson to land.

Crowd: WOAH!

Taj: That can't be good for the spine?!

America: That is how you destroy someone with a German suplex!

Mai looks pleased with herself as Jessica bounces and rolls backward into the corner on impact, winding up in a seated position. Running corner basement dropkick, Suzuki drags her back up. Uranage slam by Suzuki!

Taj: This could be it!

One…

Two…

TH…Anderson gets a shoulder up!

Suzuki seems to be a bit peeved by this. The referee gets to a three count as Suzuki grabs a handful of hair with one hand and engages an illegal chokehold with the other, and Jess also catches a break, using her long legs to whip Suzuki away.

Taj: Dropkick! Another dropkick!

Anderson takes Suzuki down twice in a row and bowls her over with a spinning heel kick, the sound of her boots clashing with Suzuki's temple resounding through the stadium

One…

Two…Suzuki is dazed, but she gets the shoulder up!

Anderson wastes no time, looking to capitalize, dragging Suzuki up and looking to shoot her to the corner, yet Suzuki plants her feet and reverses it and sends Anderson into the ropes. On the return she hits a huge running powerslam! Suzuki gets the crowd against and taunts Anderson and the same time by signaling that she's looking to end this.

America: A woman like Mai Suzuki could essentially achieve anything she would want!

Suzuki drags Anderson back up and goes to deliver a brainbuster, holding Anderson up in the vertical suplex for a really long time.

Taj: I think that Suzuki is really showing off here, and it could come back to bite her!

America: Nonsense. Watch th..

Suzuki looks to dump Anderson on her head, yet Anderson kicks wildly and while keeping Suzuki's arm linked, lands on her feet.

Taj: VENENO! Here's a cover!

The fans are currently blowing the roof off the place while the ref gets down to count

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Anderson really almost had it there! I told you, America!

Jessica Anderson drops back in exhaustion, and both women are taking a little while to get to their feet, promoting a ten count to begin.

America: You're full of it, Taj! Look, can we just call the match?

It is Anderson who stirs and gets to her knees at around the count of six, hooking an arm and dragging a barely conscious Suzuki back to her feet slowly. Jess gives the signal as she seizes Suzuki in a headlock..

America: BONNE NUI….

Crowd: BOOOOOO!!

Taj: The ref saw the back elbow, but he sure didn't see that low blow!

America: FUYAJOU!

The iron claw slam lands and Anderson lands even harder. Suzuki rolls her up!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… MAI SUZUKI!

Taj: What a match!

America: NEXT!

Tag Team Match
A & M Worldwide (Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy) vs. Silas Jessup and Rieca Alejandro

Silas and McKena are up first for their teams. They lock up in the center and in usual fashion, shove each other back and forth. At some point, McKena is able to drive a knee up into Silas’ abdomen a few times, finally causing the two two break and back up. She then quickly executes a sitdown jawbreaker before popping back up to her feet and nailing Silas with a spinning wheel kick that barely catches him with her heel. Silas stumbles into the ropes as McKena gets up to her feet. She looks to hit another power move to try and wear the bigger Silas down, but as she charges forward, he cuts her off at the pass with a rolling elbow strike. Silas then uses his power to lift her up before dropping her over his knee for a backbreaker. Keeping hold of her legs, Silas locks in a figure four leglock that instantly has McKena writhing in pain as she screams out. Silas keeps it locked in tight as McKena reaches for the ropes, wrenching back until he releases it a few moments later. McKena grasps at her legs as Silas pulls her up. She blasts him with a forearm, putting all her weight on her good leg as she creates a little bit of space between them. Silas then whips her off into the corner, not noticing that Alex has blind tagged herself in, and proceeds to hit McKena with a few corner strikes before pulling her out into the center, hitting her with a vertical suplex before going for a cover. The referee tells him that she’s not the legal competitor, causing Silas to start arguing with him. Alex uses this distraction to come charging into the match as the legal competitor, sending a shockwave through Silas from the back with a running elbow strike right between the shoulder blades.

Taj: So what’s really become of Kali Kartel, America?

America: Well you saw the tweets by the indefinitely suspended Solomon Monster on the subject, Taj. He basically owns the name and without him there is no Kali Kartel.

Taj: So we just refer to Silas, Rieca, Dexter and Eric as The Headhunters?

America: Kali Kingpins has a good ring to it.

Silas stumbles forward a few steps before he falls to a knee. He pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes, being met with a judo throw that sends him closer to his own corner. He quickly crawls close enough to be able to tag in Rieca and she comes charging in. Rieca and Alex almost instantly begin brawling like a couple of street cats. They trade blows back and forth, each one more vicious than the last. Eventually, Rieca ducks a springboard roundhouse attempt from Alex, turning things around and hitting Alex with a bridging German suplex. Rieca then gets up to her feet, pulling Alex up with her before quickly (and harshly) driving her knee up into Alex’s abdomen. This opens the door for Rieca to be able to hit a bent over Alex with a big boot directly to the side of her head.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here are your winners… the team of Silas Jessup and Rieca Alejandro!

Taj: A & M Worldwide just didn’t have enough in the tank to outlast Silas and Rieca.

America: NEXT!

Broadcasting LIVE July 15th, 2022

Singles Match
El Diablo Blanco vs. Aurora Master

El Diablo Blanco and Aurora Master circle. Right as the ref turns and calls for the bell, Master sneaks in an efficient thumb to the eye, drawing a BOOOO reaction from those seated. Aurora Master gets in an arm bar and uses her flexibility to kick Diablo in his masked face several times.

America: Taking it in the face like this so often isn't good for El Diablo Blanco!

The crowd throws their support behind El Diablo Blanco when he catches a thigh and drills Aurora with a huge scoop slam, stunning her.

Taj: Yes! You can't keep the good guy down!

America: Oh lord is congress gonna try, though!

Diablo drags Aurora back up and the crowd gives him a hearty WOOOO as he lands a knife edge chop and then shoots Aurora into the corner with an irish whip.

Taj: El D is capitalizing here with the running splash!

The fans count along as El Diablo Blanco climbs up and starts with the 10 punches!

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

The referee may have been busily trying to get the two wrestlers out of the corner, he did not see the sneaky low blow by Master!

Taj: Oh cmon, ref!

America: I didn't see it, the referee didn't see it. It probably didn't happen.

Taj: Probably?

America: What am I, the likelihood police! Oh! Master with the sunset flip!

Aurora is quick to leap off and nail Diablo with the sunset flip, rolling it into a bridging pin. The fans shout their disapproval as Master bridges on top and grabs the rope for leverage

One…

T…

The fans cheer as the referee actually sees this and stops his count.

Taj: Alright! He even broke Aurora's grip on the ropes!

Aurora didn't waste any time as she gets Diablo back up to his feet and she stuns him with a bunch of forearm shots.

America: Master ripping Blanco back! She's looking for that Mastermind!

The fans get excited when Aurora goes to spin the masked man out but he catches her arm and spins her back around!

Taj: No! El Diablo Blanco going for his signature spinebuster!

Diablo picks her up but Master rains down punches and elbows, prompting El D to lose his grip..

America: BOW!!!

Aurora Master grimaced hard as she went to finish Diablo off with her jumping DD variant but he held his footing and planted her back down, looking for a hard lariat punch!

America: Master ducking under and she hits the ropes!

Aurora quickly looks back before she bounces and springs into her signature moonsault..

Taj: El Diablo Blanco catches her with a timely stump puller driver! He's heading for the top rope!

Diablo's fans are on their feet and making noise when he gives the signal then leaps off with his classic top rope splash!

Taj: Feelin Froggy! It connects!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… EL DIABLO BLANCO!

America: NEXT!

Tag Team Match
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. The Headhunters (Dexter and Eric Calloway)

Taj: America, this match has been building since The Headhunters basically recruited Strike 2 Kill into 1WM. And if you follow wrestling outside of 1WM, you know that Dexter and Eric have already defeated Liam and Miles earlier this year.

America: With this new attitude of the Headhunters, I don’t think they deserve a victory tonight.

Liam and Eric start off the match for their respective teams. They shove each other back and forth a couple of times before Liam fires off a forearm smash attempt. But the former Tag Team champion is able to duck underneath, turning around and driving a foot into Liam’s abdomen for a big boot. Liam falls to one knee, clutching at his stomach as Eric pulls him back up to his feet, quickly sweeping him up and slamming him back down for a body slam. Before Liam can react, Eric drops a leg across his chest before going for a very early pin attempt. Eric only gets a two count on Liam before the latter is able to kick out, sputtering ever so slightly. Eric appears to look a little bit frustrated as he gets back to his feet, traversing around Liam like a hunter stalking his prey. Eric grabs Liam’s arm and tries to yank him up to a vertical base, only for Liam to use all his weight to pull downward, allowing him to roll up Eric. The referee doesn’t have a chance to start a count before Eric powers out.

Taj: Strike 2 Kill are definitely the future of tag team wrestling in 1WM. I can only think it will be a matter of time before they are given a chance at the championship.

At this point, he is CLEARLY pissed off and goes to blast Liam in the face, only for Liam to counter with a roundhouse kick directly to the temple. This allows Liam to run over and tag in Miles. The pair then hit some of their signature tag team maneuvering with Liam hitting an inverted atomic drop before Watson hits a running dropkick to Eric's knees. This series is then followed by an inverted STF by Miles before finally culminating with a running drop kick to the face of the opponent by Liam.

One…

Two…

Dexter comes charging in and delivers a double axe handle to the back of Miles’ head. Liam tries to come back in and save his partner, but he’s met with a superkick from Dexter. Dexter then drags his brother closer to their corner before stepping back onto the apron. Eric sluggishly gets up to his feet before tagging in his brother, Dexter charging forward and punting Miles in the side before hitting him with a double knee drop. He goes for a cover but Liam somehow is able to put Miles’ foot up on the bottom rope, forcing the referee to stop the count at one. Dexter and Liam trade words back and forth, allowing Miles to get up and hit Dexter with a shining wizard to the back of his head. Unbeknownst to Liam, Eric comes around the side of the ring and the two start brawling on the outside.

Back in the ring, Miles appears to try to lock in some sort of submission maneuver. But it proves to be an unfruitful endeavor, thus forcing him to quickly reevaluate his game plan. He gets up to his feet and creates some distance between himself and his opponent. When he meets back up with Dexter, he whips him off to the ropes, only for Dexter to reverse it and thus sending Miles into the ropes. Miles is able to leap onto them and using their bounce for added leverage, hits Dexter with a springboard roundhouse kick just as Liam drills Eric with an elbow smash. Miles shouts for Liam’s attention and he quickly slides into the ring before the pain hits Dexter with Shoot 2 Kill! (stereo bicycle knees to opponent from opposite directions).

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

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

Strike 2 Kill climb to separate turnbuckles and bask in the cheers of the crowd. Eric slides back into the ring to help up to his feet. The Calloway brothers stare at Liam and Miles. Eric and Dexter each rush over to the winners and yanks them down off their turnbuckles.

Taj: This doesn’t look good…

America: I hope the Headhunters bash these young punks heads in!

Strike 2 Kill brace themselves for a continued fight but instead The Headhunters extend their open palms for a potential handshake. Liam and Miles accept the handshakes and the crowd explodes!

Taj: What a show of sportsmanship!

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

The Headhunters roll out of the ring to allow Strike 2 Kill to have the spotlight to themselves.

Broadcasting LIVE July 15th, 2022

As we go to the ring we can see the red velvet carpet and three chairs sitting in the ring. The fans would grow quiet as they waited to see if she was going to show up this week. ”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender would begin playing over the PA system and Justice Cross would walk out onto the ramp. She looked out at the fans on both sides and smirked a bit before going down to the ring. She would give a few high fives to a few of the fans sitting at ringside before going up the steel steps when she got to them. Going to the middle of the apron she turned her back to the ropes before flipping herself over and landed one foot at a time in the ring. Walking over to her chair she would pick up the mic and stand in the ring looking around at the fans. Taking a deep breath she would place it near her lips.

Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Justice for All. Before I bring my guests out for this month’s show, I want to address what you are all saying because I have to tell you I’m smarter than what Joshua or Astrid Samson think I am. You see when I talk about the situation going on it’s to my attorney. I don’t talk about it to Samson or his wife Astrid. But little Joshua knows how to provoke me and how to goad me into talking to him. Therefore I have instructed my attorney to do something about that and I have it on pretty good word that there is something that will be announced soon because of it. Maybe. I guess I have to wait and see.

Smirking and laughing a bit she waved to some of the fans.

Justice Cross: But enough about that situation for now because tonight I have a special treat for you all. Ladies and gentlemen tonight I have managed to get a tag team for my show! Oh and it isn’t just any tag team like The Headhunters. No you see this tag team just so happens to be the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team champions. So ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu, I give you The Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves!

After just a few notes of the opening riff of “Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides, the erstwhile champions appear on the entrance ramp and take a moment to soak in the cheers before heading down the ramp towards the ring, stopping briefly to slap hands with a few lucky fans at ringside. Once they reach the apron, Damon holds open the ropes to allow Aurora to enter the ring, which elicits a look of derision from Justice. The Graveses pick up the microphones from the chairs provided to them before sitting down.

Justice Cross: Comfy?

Aurora rolls her eyes.

Aurora Graves: As if you give a shit about our comfort…

Justice Cross: True, but I wouldn’t be the phenomenal host I am without at least asking…

Damon interjects.

Damon Graves: Look, Cross, cut the shit. It’s obvious as to why you have us out here. So take your nicy-nice routine and shove it!

Justice Cross: Ooohh, looks like I touched a nerve, and I haven’t even started asking any REAL questions yet. You two really don’t like me, do you?

Aurora Graves: Does a bear shit in the woods?

Justice Cross: Well, that was disgusting, but I expected as much.

Damon Graves: Do us both a favor and get to the fucking point.

Justice Cross: Oh, I intend to do just that…I brought you out here because I wanted to show the world what One Wrestle Movement has to offer them when it comes to who their tag team champions were…I mean are.

Both Damon and Aurora rankle at the thinly-veiled insult.

Aurora Graves: Trying to be cute, Cross?

Damon Graves: No sense trying to go down THAT rabbit hole… (turning to Justice) You and the Headhunters have been trying to bust our balls…

Aurora Graves: Emphasis on TRYING…

Damon Graves: … telling anyone who’d listen that we’ve been neglecting the 1WM Tag Team Championships. You wanna ask the “hard hitting” questions, right? Well, I’m flipping the script. When have the Fallen Angels EVER refused to defend the titles?

Justice opens her mouth to say something.

Damon Graves: TRICK QUESTION! It’s never happened!

Aurora Graves: You want to know why we aren’t constantly reminding people that we hold these titles? It’s because we don’t NEED to.

Damon Graves: Any time a title match has been put in front of us, we’ve stepped up and knocked it outta the fucking park!

Justice chuckles.

Justice Cross: If that’s the case, then why haven’t the Headhunters received a rematch? After all, they were the ones you defeated to win the championships.. Until the Vixens took them away from you.

Damon Graves: Guess you failed to notice, but right after we beat the Headhunters, they decided to take a little sabbatical and went after championships in other promotions. If they had stuck around, they could’ve had a rematch any time they felt froggy.

Justice Cross: So they could get a rematch any time you say?

Suddenly “Last Time That I Checc’d” plays over the sound system and the Milwaukee crowd stands to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway. Sure enough in a matter of seconds, the former 1WM Tag Team Champions make their way out onto the entranceway stage. The brothers, still dressed in their wrestling garb, pay no mind to the fans but instead focus their collective attention to the three people in the ring.

Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, just like clockwork, I give you the former tag team champions, The Headhunters.

The crowd explodes in a mixture of cheers and jeers. Dexter produces a microphone and talks over them.

Dexter Calloway: This ain’t about us, Justice. Ya see y'all should be more concerned wit the match yall got later on tonight between y'all. But we know yall, especially Fallen Angels, ain’t shit without having The Headhunters around. Yall think it wasn’t by design that after we lost them titles to Damon and Aurora that we took some time away from here in order for them to get some shine with the title….to make the tag division theirs? And did they accomplish that? Hell no they didn’t and that’s why 1WM’s Most Hated Tag Team was asked to come back early and rescue the division that is ours.

As she stood there listening to him she would hold her arm and wrist down towards the mat. When he was just about finished she took that arm holding the mic back up to her mouth.

Justice Cross: I think you need to hold on just a minute boys. You see this is my show and I want it to be a very peaceful show if you will. The only ones having an issue with you being gone are The Fallen Angels not The Vixens. And as for our match later, well let’s just say I know how to handle that and am focused one hundred on it.

Damon Graves: We'll get back to you in just a minute, Cross.

The tag team champions turn their attention to their most persistent rivals.

Aurora Graves: Do you honestly believe that these fans are going to fall for your crap?

Damon Graves: You wanted us to make the tag team division ours? Wake up, assholes, you left the division in shambles! So many teams grew tired of your bullshit and decided to leave 1WM!

Aurora Graves: So for you to stand there and try to blame us for what you've done would be laughable if it weren't so pathetic.

Damon Graves: Everyone knows the real reason you two left 1WM is because you knew that we have your number… it boils down to fear, plain and simple.

Aurora Graves: But your fear was replaced with jealousy. You saw what we were doing with what you left behind and it gnawed on your fragile little egos… THAT'S what brought you back.

Dexter Calloway: (laughing) Case in fucking point! We ain’t challengin’ y'all right now. It’s them chics The Vixens that got yall number again. Pay more attention to them, show them the respect, and don’t worry about us right now. The only reason we out here is cause yall wanna keep name droppin’ us.

Eric grabs the mic from his brother.

Eric Calloway: And if we was anywhere jealous of yall when we came back why wouldn't we have come straight at yall? We came right at Brianna and Justice AFTER they had already lost the titles back to yall. Haven’t yall learned any fuckin’ thing from us? It ain’t about the titles….it’s about the division. Yall so fuckin’ selfish and stuck up, yall don’t give a damn about the division. It proves it everytime yall go fuckin’ silent which is all the time!

There is some clapping from certain sections of the audience upon hearing Eric’s words. He hands the mic back to Dexter.

Dexter Calloway: What my brother said is fuckin’ true and deep down yall can’t deny it, Fallen Angels. If yall really cared about the division there would be teams in and out of this company tryin’ to get there damn hands on it. So to be clear, we didn’t come back for the Tag Team titles but we came back for the Tag Team division.

Standing next to her chair she would place the mic on it and begin to clap her hands after hearing both teams speak. Laughing a bit she quickly snatched the mic up and held it to her lips once again.

Justice Cross: You see Damon and Aurora what they are trying to tell you in words that you can’t seem to understand is that you are MY guests on MY show. Yet you’re both over there trying to pick a fight with the team you aren’t even facing tonight. I mean, what the hell is wrong with you both? Sure you are the tag team champions but you won’t be after our match. I think what you both need to do is realize that the team tearing this division apart is you, The Fallen Angels. Not The Vixens. Not The Headhunters, not Strike to Kill, which by the way too bad in your match earlier boys. I wished you’d would’ve kick the living snot out of them. Keeping it clean…got enough legal trouble right now as it is. But let me get back to The Fallen Angels. You both lack respect. You see I tried to respect both of you, but you twisted my words and insinuated that I was being a stupid little girl who wasn’t being respectful. And you know what? I’m a very respectful person when it comes to who I am in the ring with. People often forget who I am or where i come from. Who my family is. Or better yet, who my husband is. I’ve been taught more than what people think I have and no one let’s me prove it to them. It’s always Oh look at that Justice girl she’s so crappy in the ring. Well you know what Damon and Aurora, in this business respect isn’t given, it’s earned. So go ahead Damon, tell me again how I am not respectful. I’ll wait! It’s not like we are having a match tonight.

The champs turn just as far as necessary to acknowledge Justice's remarks.

Damon Graves: There's a world of difference between what you say and what you mean, Cross.

Aurora Graves: You are right about one thing, though…

Justice seems mildly surprised that either of the Graveses would agree with her on anything.

Aurora Graves: We DO have a match tonight, so you need to quit wasting your breath trying to defame us and get ready to be humiliated AGAIN…

Damon turns back towards the entrance ramp.

Damon Graves: And you two chucklefucks need to watch this match real close, so you can be reminded just why we're the best tag team in this whole damn company.

With that, the Fallen Angels drop their microphones and exit the ring. The Headhunters anticipate a physical encounter that never materializes, as the champs hop the ringside barrier and disappear into the crowd.

Singles Match
“First Class Mean Girl” Veronica Taylor vs. “Cobra Queen” Rei Park

As the bell sounds to start the match, Veronica saunters over towards the ropes, making damn sure to exaggeratedly swing her hips as she goes. She glances back at Rei and smirks, smacking her own ass playfully. Rei’s eyes widen in rage before she charges, letting out a primal scream as she goes. Veronica grabs the rope and drops down, allowing Rei to go through the ropes to land on the apron. Veronica jumps up and tries for a knee but Rei dodges and waits for her moment. As Veronica lands on her feet, Rei fires between the ropes, driving her shoulder into Veronica’s ass. Veronica clutches at her behind and cries out in pain. Rei kicks through the ropes, roundhouse, and catches Veronica on the right butt cheek. Veronica cries out even louder, clutching at her ass. She stumbles forward a step and Rei launches herself over into a double knee attack to the back of Veronica’s head and neck. Veronica goes down onto all fours. Rei runs across the ring. She rebounds off the very ropes she jumped over and comes roaring back across the ring into a head butt to Veronica’s back. Veronica goes down on the mat face first and Rei goes for a rolling cradle.

One…

Two…kick out!

Rei pounds the mat as Veronica reaches for the bottom rope. She pulls herself away and starts to yank herself to her feet. Rei gets up and gets a two step running start before driving her knee into Veronica’s back. Veronica cries out in agony again and Rei goes for a backslide.

One…

Two…

THR…SHOULDER UP!!

Taj: Rei is acting like Veronica painted a target on her back!

America: The way she acts, she may as well have!

Taj: So you think Rei actually has a strategy or this was just what was presented to her?

America: I... have no idea…

Veronica tries to crawl away, grabbing at the ropes again. Rei gets to her knees and punches at Veronica’s back. Veronica falls from all fours onto her stomach and face again. Rei starts to rain punches down on Veronica’s back. Veronica tries to roll away but Rei keeps with it, punching whatever is close and connecting with Veronica’s hip, stomach,ribcage and then arm. Veronica keeps rolling until she goes under the bottom rope, Rei following her the entire way. As Rei leans out over the rope, Veronica manages to kick up and catch Rei in the mouth! Rei falls back into the ring and Veronica throws herself between the ropes into a cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!![/color]

Veronica pulls herself to her feet and Rei launches herself like a torpedo at Veronica again. Veronica manages to sidestep her almost by accident and Rei bounces off the ropes into a roll-up by Veronica.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Rei rises and drills Veronica with a knee to the back again. Veronica goes down. Rei grabs her arm, stepping violently over into Parseltongue (crossface chickenwing with bodyscissors). Veronica cries out in agony and starts tapping immediately.

Torres: Here is your winner….Rei Park!!

The referee tells Rei to release the submission. Rei does before going right back to pounding away on Veronica. Other referees and security personnel run down to pull Rei off, the Cobra Queen kicking and screaming as they drag her away.

Backstage the camera opens up to Butterscotch Monroe standing outside the dressing room door marked with the placard: “Ya Girl” Q.

Butterscotch Monroe: We are moments away from Blake Belladonna versus “Ya Girl” Q. Many believe that the winner of this match will have great ramifications upon the next contender to either the Pride of 1WM Championship and/or the World Heavyweight Championship. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a word with Q before the match.

The door of the room opens and it's not Q that steps out but Joshua Samson Esquire. The crowd in the arena can be heard with a collective jeer. The immaculately Navy blue tailor suited Joshua momentarily is taken aback by the senior interviewer.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Oh, excuse me, Butterscotch. What in the world are you doing loitering around these parts?

Butterscotch Monroe: I was actually hoping to get a quick interview with your latest client, Joshua.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Well I don’t think that’s going to be possible. Perhaps if you had arranged an interview earlier in the night, it would have been possible. But with only mere moments until my client, The Next 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q, completely dismantles Blake Belladonna she has no time for anything else but to focus on her inevitable victory.

Butterscotch Monroe: I completely understand. Do you mind taking the time to answer a few questions, Joshua.

THE Executive Representative peers down at his over the top expensive Rolex watch before nodding his head in approval.

Butterscotch Monroe: There has been ongoing tension it seems between your client, Bianca Davis, and yourself. It has been evident with your absence of escorting her to the ring on previous Legendaries as well as your seemingly nonexistent promoting of her through social media. Do you care to expound on the subject?

Joshua Samson, ESQ: There are other pressing issues that have required my attention such as my newest client, “Ya Girl” Q, and her fulfilling her destiny to become the Next 1WM World Heavyweight Champion.

Butterscotch Monroe: Is there perhaps a possible crack in the foundation of you and Bianca? At Legendary 28, Bianca took potshots at Q, without mentioning her name, during her in-ring segment.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: Let me stop you right there, Butterscotch. There is no discord between Bianca and I that no other Executive Representative and client have. On the note that if any member of the Samson Family had to wrestle each other for whatever reason be it championship or not it would be the highest drawing match in the history of 1WM….no, the history of wrestling itself, Butterscotch.

Butterscotch Monroe: But Bianca has…

Joshua Samson, ESQ: No more questions concerning the subject, Butterscotch. Let’s move on shall we?

Butterscotch Monroe: Fair enough. Recently on Twitter, many noticed that you invited Justice Cross to lunch and she accepted. May I ask what was discussed at this meeting in light of the assault charges you have pending against her stemming from her first Justice For All episode last month at Legendary 28.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: I won’t go into specifics but I can let it be known that Mrs. Cross and I came to an amicable agreement that I would no longer pursue the assault charge.

With a quizzical expression etched upon her face, the senior interviewer looks upon the husband of Catriona and Astrid Samson.

Butterscotch Monroe: Just like that, Joshua? You’re dropping the charges? I’ve known you too many years to know better.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: (glances at his watch) I believe that’s all the time I have allotted, Butterscotch.

Getting the hint, Butterscotch cordially smiles at her old friend.

Butterscotch Monroe: So it is. Thank you for your time, Joshua. The wrestling world eagerly awaits what you have up your sleeve.

Singles Match
Blake Belladonna vs. “Ya Girl” Q

The referee calls for the bell, the match officially underway. Blake Belladonna runs across the ring, leaps into the air, and hits Q with a flying knee! The impact sends Q stumbling around. Q grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to remain upright. Blake smirks and runs over toward Q to hit her with a series of forearm strikes, but Q shoves her away. Blake pops back up to her feet as Q charges and sends her crashing to the mat with a clothesline! Q glares down at her angrily.

Blake Belladonna slowly crawls back up to her feet. Once Blake is standing, Q closes the gap between the two of them and hits Blake with a back elbow smash that nearly takes her off of her feet. Q follows it up with a second. She keeps Blake upright by wrapping a hand around her throat. The ref warns Q about choking. Q keeps her hand around Blake's throat and shakes her head. Blake hits Q in the leg with a kick. She follows it up with a second, Q having no choice but to stumble away. Q quickly regains her balance and tries to grab hold of her a second time, but Blake steps forward and kicks her with a superkick! Q drops down to a knee and shakes her head, clearly feeling the effects of the kick. Blake smirks and steps forward, hitting her with a second! Q drops to the mat in pain. Blake covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

The fans show their support for Blake as she hits Q with a few knees before Q can power herself back up to her feet. Once Q's up, Blake wisely creates space between herself and her opponent. Q reaches her feet and Blake hits her with a few quick strikes before trying to shoot Q across the ring. Q reverses the attempt. She waits for Blake to come back on the rebound before lifting her into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a thrust spinebuster! Blake rolls over to the ropes and grabs hold of them, slowly pulling herself back up to her feet. Q grabs hold of Blake and tries to pull her toward the middle of the ring, but Blake keeps her grip on the ropes. The ref tells Q to give Blake some space. Q lets go of Blake and gets in the ref's face, with the ref refusing to back down. Q glares at him for a moment. She then turns around---Blake leaping off of the turnbuckle and hitting Q with a missile dropkick! She covers.

One…

Two…

THR…Q throws Blake off!

Blake recovers and immediately starts to hit Q with a series of strikes in hopes of wearing her down further. Blow after blow connects with Ya Girl in an effort to keep her on the mat. The ref comes over and pulls Blake away from Q, giving her a warning. Blake seems surprised for a moment but nods her head, appreciative of the fact that the ref is calling the match fairly. Blake turns around to face Q, Ya Girl shoving her toward the ref. The impact knocks both wrestlers off balance, Q recovering as she pulls Blake into the air. Q holds Blake over her head and lets her hang there for a moment before slamming her to the mat with a gorilla press slam! Q then grabs hold of Blake and brings her back up to her feet. She hoists Blake onto her shoulders and sets her up for a Samoan drop! Q takes a moment to glare at the crowd before mouthing the words "The Next World Heavyweight Champion". The brief distraction once again proves to be Q's downfall, Blake reversing the attempt into a DDT! The fans go wild as Blake hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Blake almost had Q!

America: Almost doesn’t win matches, Taj.

Blake waits for Q to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's up, she runs over toward Q and tries to hit her with a clothesline! Q ducks underneath the attempt, Blake's momentum carrying her into the ref! Q charges and hits Blake in the back with a clubbing blow! The ref gets out of the way, groggy from the impact. Q smirks as Blake hits the turnbuckle. Q follows it up with a HUGE splash! Blake struggles to remain on her feet, Q grabbing hold of her and pulling Blake in toward her. She hoists her onto his shoulders and successfully plants her on the mat with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! Q goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

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

Taj: Blake put in tremendous effort in this match…

America: …but Q proved to be just too much!

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

Torres: The following match is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

”Glycerine” by Bush plays as The Vixens, Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross, make their way down to the ring.

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

”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides plays as The Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves, Tag Team titles secured around their waist, make their way to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and forty-eight pounds….they are the two-time current reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Damon and Aurora Graves….THEEEEE FALLEEEENNNNNN ANGELLLLLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This is the rubber match between these two teams. The first time The Vixens defeated The Fallen Angels to win the Tag Team Championship. The second match saw The Fallen Angels regain the championship.

America: And now we have to sit through a third boring match!

The referee holds the championship belts high for a second before handing them off to an official and calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Briana Matthew and Aurora Graves are starting off this contest with a lock up. Matthews pushing Graves back towards the ropes, but Aurora is digging in her heels! Aurora growls and gets her footing, pushing Matthews right back and the two proceed to jostle for position.

Taj: Neither giving an inch!

Graves seems to spot an opening and tries to maneuver into a headlock but a series of elbow blasts to the ribs from Brianna puts a stop to that.

America: WOAH![/] Matthews taking flight with a HARD spinning wheel kick!

Aurora hits the mat and Matthews gets a tag to Justice who immediately gets to work on Aurora with stomps. Graves rolls away and tries to stand up, but Justice is relentless as she switches up to punches and forearms.

Taj: Justice seems focused to say the least here in Wisconsin! Look at the form on this one.

Justice earns an “OH!” from the Wisconsin fans as she delivers a glancing running knee that just about spins Graves around.

America: I think Justice has found her element. She's gritty as anything and she's dominant so far!

Justice sneers at Aurora, grabbing her by her ponytail roughly and looking to drag her up in a really cruel fashion.

Taj: Aurora ain't having none of that!

The fans get behind the 1WM Tag Team champ as she seems to get a rush of adrenaline and elbow her way free before sending Justice crashing to the mat with a lifting elbow smash. Justice is dazed but she gets back up anyway, only to eat a face full of running single leg dropkick from Graves which knocks Justice rolling over backwards.

America: Well ain't this convenient?

Taj: Justice rolled right into Vixens' corner! CHANGING OF THE GUARD!

Brianna's face goes a bit dark as she launches into action. Graves immediately gets taken down with a discus clothesline as Matthews shrieks like a banshee.

Taj: WOAH! I need a replay on that! A shot like this can end it all!

The show snaps to a slow motion replay of the discus clothesline connecting, and then back to the ring as Matthews goes for the cover

One…

Two…Aurora kicks out!

Taj: I must hand it to Aurora. She is one of few who could take a shot like that and have the wherewithal to keep on truckin’!

Matthews seems angered by this show of strength.

America: If the dimwit in the striped shirt could count to three a little faster, we would have new champions right now!

Matthews shakes her head and easily gets Aurora back to her feet, preparing to shoot the dazed woman toward the ropes, yet after a short stumbling step, Graves falls face down.

Taj: Nope, that ain't good enough for Brianna Matthews!

Matthews snarls, looking to haul Graves back up..

Taj: INSIDE CRADLE!!

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

America: Aurora was playing possum that entire time!

Graves doesn't waste time, stunning Matthew with sharp elbow shots on the mat before dragging her up and shooting her into Fallen Angels' corner

Taj: Aurora headed to make the t…what the hell, Justice?

The fans jeer when Cross jumps in and drills Aurora with a lightning fast superkick to the back of the head before Aurora gets to make that tag!

America: The Vixens are co-op dragging Graves to her feet!

The fans are making a lot of noise as Matthews hooks Aurora up for the reverse STO while Justice hits the ropes.

Taj: No! They can't! Why isn't the referee stopping this?

America: He's TRYING!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHH!!

With no time to spare, Aurora manages to break free with back elbows and swivel out of the way and there's laughter from the fans when this causes Justice and Brianna to collide instead, but as an added dilemma, they both crash into the referee and send him sprawling!

Taj: Man down! Man down!

America: Seriously! You can't write this stuff!

The crowd is electric when the Vixens get back up, only to be taken down by a flying double clothesline and gets the tag to Damon!

Taj: Damon's fresh as a daisy and he's on fire!

Clothesline for Cross! Clothesline for Matthews! Damon is running full speed as he hits the ropes and sends Justice sprawling to the outside with a fierce triangle dropkick. Damon stands once more and then turns around.

Taj: Look out, Damon!

Matthews furiously comes at Damon looking for a spear, but the crowd are on their feet when he sends her flying with a release overhead belly to belly! Graves quickly hauls her back up and swings around, looking for the hanging neckbreaker. Taking advantage of the indisposed official, Justice delivers a running kick right to the breadbasket! Aurora shakes her head in anger and jumps in looking to intervene.

Taj: Brianna dove up from nowhere and just about speared Aurora out of her BOOTS!

There is absolute crowd ruckus as Brianna quickly gets out on to the apron, pretending as though she's innocent as she elicits another BOO from the fans. Justice thrusts Aurora off the ring apron with her foot and then turns around and facepalms, remembering the referee. She rolls her eyes before getting down and shaking the ref awake from his 'slumber'.

America: I think Justice has it in the bag for the Vixens, Taj! She's stalking her prey! She's stomping on that mat. It's only a matter of time!

Without any warning, Brianna Matthews seems to fall dramatically from the ring apron, smashing her jaw on the way down!

Taj: What? What's going on with Brianna?! I think she just collapsed and hit her head!

America: Ohh. She didn't collapse.

The crowd seems to be as confused as they are LOUD when a dreadlocked, 6'5 figure slides out from under the ring.

Taj: Wait a minute! That's ZAK SLOVAK! What is he doing out here? Why did he attack Brianna like th…?

Taj doesn't have to wait very long for her answer as Zak makes a beeline for Justice Cross, who has absolutely no awareness of what is going on and who is behind her. She can see Damon getting to one knee, and Justice backs up towards her corner looking to take a run up, backing into the imposing Jersey native as her face registers fear and confusion.

America: Can you say the Bitchfinder General!

Zak simply rips Justice off her feet and up onto his shoulders in the powerbomb position before she can think. The referee wastes not a split second in calling for the DQ!

Torres: This match has been ruled a DISQUALIFICATION and has been thrown out by the referee! Thus the winners of this match…Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross….The Vixens! However, due to championships not being able to change hands on a disqualification…AND STILL the 1WM Tag Team Champions….Damon and Aurora Graves….The Fallen Angels!!

The title match now seeming to be an afterthought, the arena is in a tizzy for entirely different reasons. Justice seems to be a ragdoll as Zak drops back to the mat and she comes crashing down onto Zak Slovak's knees. Both Fallen Angels are on the outside of the ring looking on, not knowing what to make of all of this.

Crowd: OHHHHH!

Zak does not stop there. He now has a handful of Justice's hair.

Taj: This behemoth can drag that 125 pound woman up one handed! This is cruelty! Someone has to stop this right now!

With the other hand, Zak unhooks the top turnbuckle pad and these fans are going berserk as Zak delivers a furious right hand to Justice, but he doesn't let the unconscious woman fall. Instead, Zak drives Justice face first into the exposed turnbuckle! Zak shrieks as he hauls Justice up with a chokebreaker and slams her over his knee as hard as he can!

Taj: Justice is broken in half and she's bleeding heavily! Come on! Where are arena security! This is a damn execution in progress!

The fans go crazy for the swarm of officials and security personnel who come bounding down the ramp and dive into the ring to stop Slovak.

Taj: Please don't tell me Zak is going to take them out and go right on with his horrendous plans here!

Four officials in a row eat clotheslines and big boots and the crowd lose it as Zak even sends one into a crumpled heap with his Concrete boot, before a security guard leaps onto his back, another blasting the big man with pepper spray, and a further guard finishing the job of driving his knee into the back of Slovak's neck and getting the cuffs on him. Medical personnel act fast as they are finally able to attend to The Vixens who both look to be in an extremely bad way.

Taj: This man. His eyes are burning out of his head, and his hands are cuffed behind him, but he still wants to finish what he came here for!

There is a brief commotion as Zak manages to get a side headbutt on one of his captors and break free for a second, almost reaching Justice as she is hauled up on the stretcher, but the swarm quickly gets Zak back under control. They opt to collectively carry the furious, animalistic Slovak up the ramp, not taking chances.

Taj: Wow. Just wow. Slovak made his name known in One Wrestle Movement, that's for certain. But the question is, WHY?!

America: I really don't know, Taj. Justice is kind of punchable.

Taj: Ugh. Don't start, America! It's not the time! Now let us go to a commercial while we get this maniac out of here.

Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Queen B” Bianca Davis vs. Keon Suggs II

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

”Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, as a red carpet roll and paparazzi appear as the lights dim, and flash all over the arena. Out from the back steps The Pinnacle of One Wrestle Movement Queen B Bianca Davis. The Statuesque Blonde does her trademark pageant wave as the paparazzi snap photos of her. The Queen then blows a kiss and keeps up her saunter down to the ring.

On her way to the ring, Bianca has her title held up with both hands showing it off, while maintaining her distance from the fans. The Queen of 1WM soon takes the time to taunt the fans staying in the center of the walkway avoiding the outstretched hands. Telling them to kiss the ring, as she saunters toward the steel steps.

Bianca soon climbs up the ring steps one after the other as she orders the ref to lower the ropes for them which they do. Queen B then stands in the center of the ring, raises her title high in the air and does her pageant wave soaking in the loud boos. As The Pinnacle then moves her way to the corner and takes out her compact, making sure everything on her is perfect as she waits for her opponent.

Torres: Coming to the ring first Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is the former Pride of 1WM Champion….she is the challenger….she is Queen B….BIANCCCCCCCAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: After more than six months, Bianca Davis is finally getting her one on one rematch against Keon Suggs II for the Pride of 1WM.

America: It’s a damn atrocity that my girl had to wait so long to get her rematch. There’s clearly been a conspiracy against the Queen.

“Red Opps” by 21 Savage plays as Keon Suggs II, Pride title secured around his waist, makes his way down to the ring to a mix of cheers and jeers.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Rockford, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….he is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion…..he is KEOOOONNNNNNN SUGGGGGGGGGSSSSS II!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Keon has been pretty much unstoppable since his arrival to 1WM. In only his first year he has carried the Pride of 1WM Championship for nearly a record setting time.

America: Well all that’s going to change tonight because Bianca is walking out as the new champ or I’m leading a rio!

DING DING DING!!!

Both competitors begin to circle the ring while glaring at one another. They meet each other in the middle of the ring, and look ready to lock up, but Bianca sends a stiff kick to Keon's ribs. Keon gets hit, but also catches her leg before she can get a chance to lower it and tosses Bianca down to the canvas. Keon starts preparing to put in a single leg crab, but Bianca manages to lean forward and roll him into a small package!

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Quick one by Bianca!

America: She's so resourceful!

Keon looks slightly impressed by the pin attempt from his rival. Both wrestlers get back to their feet. This time when they do get in the middle of the ring, they lock up. Keon dominates this battle of strength by forcing Bianca into the turnbuckle until the referee forces them apart. Keon nods his head, not fighting with the referee at all over the situation, but as soon as the referee is out of the way, Bianca bursts out from the corner, only to get taken over with an arm drag! Keon quickly attempts to get an anaconda vice locked in, but Bianca is able to adjust quick enough to prevent it. Bianca gets to her feet and attempts a dropkick. Keon barely dodges it, forcing Bianca to land flat on her back. Keon is getting back to his feet and attempts an elbow drop to Bianca. Bianca rolls out of the way, and is back to her feet as Keon rolls over onto his hands and knees to keep himself off of the canvas before Bianca delivers a hard thrust kick to his jaw.

America: I can't believe this match is so close!

Taj: They're both talented competitors that have been rivals almost since the time Keon started in 1WM.

Keon rolls back down onto the canvas, holding his jaw in a little bit of pain after that kick. Bianca does back up, taunting the Pride Champion for a time, but allowing him the time to get back to his feet. Keon gets to one knee and looks up at Bianca who is still taunting him. He rubs his jaw still, having not seen that one coming. Keon slowly gets back to his feet, and now looks prepared for any move that Bianca may try to toss out at him. Bianca does try to lock up with her opponent again, but gets a knee right to her abdomen before being dropped down to the mat with a DDT! Keon quickly rolls up to his feet and sees that Bianca is still laying flat on her back. He leaps into the air and comes crashing down over the chest with his knee! Bianca holds her chest, and tries to roll over, but Keon quickly forces her to lay flat again. He leaps up again and comes down with a second knee! This time, Keon is allowing all of his weight to dig into Bianca's midsection, but lifts his head up slightly to begin pummeling away at her. The referee finally tells Keon that he needs to stop and he eventually does.

Bianca rolls over, coughing after the attack. Bianca gets to her hands and knees before Keon rushes forward, sliding down to the canvas, and locking Bianca in a headlock! Bianca starts kicking her legs up and down before staying firm and trying to get up to the ropes. Keon begins applying more pressure into the headlock, but finally releases to get back to his feet. He forces Bianca back up to her feet and continues to lift her up for a suplex! Keon goes for the cover:

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Keon grabs Bianca by the head and forces her to sit up before tossing her head back hard onto the mat! Bianca holds her head while trying to roll towards the outside of the ring, to try and get some time to rest and get her head back into the match. Keon doesn’t allow her to get the opportunity to get outside of the ring. He begins stomping away at the upper back of Bianca, relentlessly! As soon as the referee has to pull Keon back again, Bianca manages to get onto the apron, hanging her head out. Keon is a little frustrated with the ref for preventing him from continuing this assault, so this time he pushes him out of the way! Bianca's head is still hanging over the apron. Keon grasps the top rope tightly the referee starts shouting at Keon, but he jumps up and over the top rope, coming down with his leg landing on the back of Bianca's head! Bianca looks about ready to fall completely out of the ring, but with her body still under the bottom rope, that prevents her from doing so.

Taj: Keon isn't liking the referee right now!

America: The ref shouldn’t be putting up with this! He needs to disqualify Keon and give the Pride of 1WM Championship to Bianca!

Taj: America, you know it doesn’t work like that.

America: Well it should!

Keon has landed outside the ring, seemingly hurting by the way he landed. He does take the pain and holds his lower back a little before bringing his hand up with an uppercut to Bianca! The former Pride Champ crawls into the ring. Keon rolls back inside the ring, forcing Bianca down so he can attempt the cover.

One…

Two…Bianca rolls her shoulder!

Keon shakes his head a bit and stands back up. Keon goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up. He looks out at the crowd for a moment, receiving praise from them aand a smile comes over his face before he leaps off the top rope for a moonsault! Bianca is able to bring her knees up to her chest though causing Keon to collide with the knees. Keon instantly rolls towards one corner of the ring holding his ribs in a great deal of pain. Bianca rolls over onto one side.

Taj: Keon wanted to put it to bed, but Bianca barely escaped!

America: Yeah, Keon got too cocky, you see. Doing a move he has no business doing!

Quickly, Bianca gets up to her feet and begins stalking Keon. The Champ is still clutching at his ribs. As soon as he gets back up to his feet, Bianca attempts to take him down with a reverse DDT, but Keon manages to swing out of it. Bianca turns around and Keon hits Bianca with his Rockford Knee (flying knee)! But Bianca dodges and Keon crashes into the referee! The referee is out cold.

Taj: OH NO!

Keon leans over to check on the ref to make sure he's okay. Bianca rolls on the mat. Suddenly the sound of random vehicles crashing into an immovable object plays strongly over the speaker system. The sights of buildings crumbling in the wake of a giant earthquake appear on the tron. The lights flash as Kelli Saint darts from backstage towards the ring as the crowd erupts into jeers.

Taj: Kelli's here!

America: What the hell is she doing here? She’s going to ruin Bianca winning back the Pride Championship with her jealousy!

Keli has a steel chain in tow as she hits the ring, rolling in and landing on her feet. She turns and glances over at Bianca, who glares up at her. Bianca slowly staggers up to her feet and stares at her former stablemate turned enemy.

Taj: These two have a long history together! Kelli used to be Bianca's partner in a group called the Pretty Saints years ago!

Bianca eyeballs Kelli warily, until Kelli points towards Keon and nods. A sick smile spreads across the face of Bianca and Kelli tosses her the other end of the steel chain. The two women stretch out the steel chain across the ring and stand behind Keon, waiting for him to rise to his feet. As soon as Keon stands, the two women charge across the ring and nearly take Keon's head off with a steel chain clothesline!

Taj: My goodness! This isn't fair! Someone do something!

The ref is starting to stir on the mat as Kelli bunches up the chain and tosses it out of the ring. Kelli stalks over to Keon, screaming at the top of her lungs, before snapping him back up to his feet. Keon stands groggily for a second before Kelli signals for the Playtime's Over (bicycle kick)... but she stops. Smirking, Kelli turns to Bianca, motioning to her. Bianca smiles in response and nods, running up to Keon, catching him in the head with Red Bottom Boot[/b} (Brazilian kick)! Bianca drops down and rolls it into a dragon clutch.

America: My girl Bianca has the hold locked in!

Taj: Keon nearly had his head taken off by that steel chain! This is just brutal!

Kelli Saint rouses the referee before sliding out of the ring. The ref comes to just in time to see Keon fading from consciousness.

He picks up the arm and drops it...One…

He picks it up and drops it again...Two…

He picks up the arm a final time and drops it...THREE!!

The ref calls for the bell!

Torres: Here is your winner…AND NEW Pride of 1WM Championship….Bianca Davis!!

Taj: Bianca has reclaimed the Pride of 1WM Championship and becomes the first ever two-time Pride Champion!

America: And all is right in the wrestling world!

The crowd erupts into jeers as Bianca holds her hands up in victory, but before too long, Kelli is back in the ring with the steel chain. She shouts at Bianca, who drags Keon around to the corner turnbuckle and pushes him up against it outside. Kelli's smile turns into something evil as she begins to wrap the chain around Keon and the turnbuckle a few times, holding him there tightly. Bianca spits in Keon's face as the crowd goes nuclear!

America: See, Keon, this is what happens when you cross the Pretty Saints!

Taj: What... what is Kelli doing?!

Kelli digs under the ring apron for a moment before pulling out a small black box.

Taj: What is going on here?!.Is that a car battery?

Kelli tosses a pair of jumper cables to Bianca, who hooks them up to the steel chain connected to Keon. Kelli picks up the car battery and marches slowly towards the corner, a wide grin growing across her face. She sets the battery up on the apron. Bianca grabs Keon by the jaw, leaning in close, and giving him a kiss on the forehead. Bianca pats Keon's cheek a couple of times and motions for Kelli to turn on the juice.

America: Talk about fireworks before the Fourth of July!

The lights cut out, and after a few moments, the lights cut back on. Nicole Smoak is standing behind Kelli, while Jessica Anderson stands behind Bianca. Jessica charges and spears Bianca into the ringside barrier. Kelli turns to face Nicole, only to catch a superkick to the jaw!

Taj: Finally! Someone's here to save Keon!

America: Goddamn nosy Nicole and Jessica!

Officials swarm from backstage and to separate everyone.

The 1WM cameras head backstage and find Erick St. John in his private dressing room stretching his arms and legs between two benches ala Jean-Claude Van Damme. He takes in a slow positively charged breath then exhales any negative energy from within. He repeats the process a couple more times before he’s interrupted by a knock on the door.

Erick St. John: Come in…

Erick continues his pre-match ritual as his significant other, Sandra Rose, walks in looking stunning in a long form-fitting red knit dress. Sandra cocks an eyebrow and bites her lip as she checks out her boyfriend glistening in the light.

Sandra Rose: You ready, babe?

The challenger to tonight’s 1WM World Title main event opens his eyes and smiles back at Sandra confidently.

Erick St. John: I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Beautiful. It’s now or never.

Erick carefully reverses his stretch and slowly stands up. He walks up to Sandra and places his hand on her abdomen.

Erick St. John: How are you two feeling?

Sandra smiles as she watches Erick touch her small bump.

Sandra Rose: We’re good. Though the baby has been moving around a lot since we got here.

Erick grins proudly.

Erick St. John: Maybe they sense the crowd's energy. They do have wrestling in their blood.

The child in Sandra’s womb jumps, surprising the couple.

Erick St. John: Did you feel that? They’re high-flying already!

Sandra laughs but her elation is short-lived as her thoughts go elsewhere.

Sandra Rose: Babe… not to think negatively but… are you sure you want to end your career if things don’t go your way tonight? You never know what bullshit Striker will pull tonight. This sport is your life. If Striker isn’t holding you to the title versus career stipulation, I’m okay if you keep wrestling with or without the 1WM World Title.

Erick takes Sandra by the hand and leads her towards his duffle bag.

Erick St. John: Sandra… I’ve realized that there’s more to life than professional wrestling. Do I want the 1WM Word Heavyweight Title? Absolutely. But our baby changes everything. If I lose tonight, I’m ready to move on… with both of you.

Erick takes a small box out of his duffle bag and pops it open.

Erick St. John: This is how serious I am about you and the baby.

Sandra covers her mouth as Erick shows her an elegant engagement ring.

Erick St. John: Last time I didn’t even ask you to marry me. We just went and did it. This time we’re doing things right.

Tears roll down Sandra’s cheeks.

Erick St. John: Sandra Rose… will you marry me… again?

Before Sandra can respond there is a pounding on the door. A stagehand yells from behind it.

Stagehand: ESJ! It’s go time! 60 second warning!

Erick just stares at a speechless Sandra as she takes the ring box.

Erick St. John: I want an answer when I get back.

Erick and Sandra share a passionate kiss before the 1WM Title challenger heads out to the backstage area. The cameras stay with Sandra as looks at the engagement ring and smiles.

“30”

Live from the Bison Sports Arena in Fargo, North Dakota
July 31st, 2022

1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“First Among Equals” Erick St. John vs. “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker

Taj: Ladies and gentlemen, we now have our main event for the evening! It is the highly anticipated rubber match between Erick St. John and Jacob Striker!

America: As much as I might hate to admit it, I have to say that I'm even looking forward to this one!

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 begins to make his way to the ring, interacting with some members of the crowd. Once in the ring, he hops on one of the turnbuckles and outstretches his arms again and looks up towards the rafters. After another bask of adulation, he focuses on the task at hand.

Torres: The following is our LEGENDARY TWENTY-NINE “RESTORED ORDER” MAIN EVENT for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship! It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

The crowd pops!

Torres: Coming to the ring first is the challenger…hailing from Los Angeles, California…weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…standing at a height of six feet two inches….representing The Renaissance….he is a former 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is ERICCCCKKKKK STTTTT. JOHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Against everyone's wishes, ESJ has doubled down on his ultimatum that if he doesn’t walk out as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, he will indeed retire.

America: Good riddance to wasted space. He can lose, take his pregnant fiancee, and never show up in 1WM ever again!

"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon plays as Jack Striker, World Heavyweight Championship title around his waist, makes his way down to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet even…..he is the current reigning and defending two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is The Straight Shooter….JACOOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Jacob is looking to finally put the feud behind him. He has accepted this rubber match with the caveat that if he defeats ESJ, ESJ cannot contest for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship ever again.

America: Honestly these two guys need each other. They’ve brought out the best and/or worst in each other during this entire feud.

The referee takes the World Championship from Jacob Striker and holds it up between the two performers before passing the title out to the outside. The crowd is roaring in anticipation, seemingly amusing both Jacob and Erick. Jacob extends his open hand toward Erick for a handshake. Erick looks at Jacob and then to the crowd.

Crowd: DON’T DO IT! DON’T DO IT!

Erick brushes Jacob’s hand away, refusing to shake his hand. The crowd cheers.

Taj: Jacob must be foolish to think that ESJ was going to shake his hand?!

America: Yeah….it's too much animosity as these two guys meet in single competition for the third time.

DING DING DING!!!

Both rivals go right at it, rushing to the middle of the ring and starting to lay forearms into each other! Eventually breaking the back and forth by ducking a strike, St. John uses that advantage to lay a very stiff kick to the side of the champion! Jacob practically leaps upon being hit, not expecting such a hard strike, only to be nailed with another one. Looking a bit annoyed with how hard Erick was kicking him, Jacob decides to pay him back with a stiff kick of his own to his side! This only makes Erick angrier and he nails Jacob again before the two keep trading kicks! The crowd is going wild and Erick breaks the back and forth once again, this time by dropping and nailing a low drop kick on Jacob!

Striker goes down to one knee. Erick goes for a roundhouse kick to the back of the Champ’s head, but he ducks it just in time! In response, Jacob sweeps Erick’s legs, dropping him to the mat! Jacob quickly gets to his feet, only for Erick to sweep his legs too to knock him down too! When Jacob goes to sit up, Erick kicks him directly in the face while he’s laying back! Striker falls back while St. John stands up and stomps on Striker’s stomach as he tries to roll away to get some distance. Jacob reaches the ropes and uses it to get free while Erick backs up, looking satisfied with himself that he won the initial exchange of the match, motioning for Jacob to bring it! The crowd cheers, showing their respect for both competitors!

Taj: It looks like ESJ got the early advantage!

Jacob uses the ropes to help spring himself to his feet, looking amused at Erick and brushing off his shoulder, showing Erick he’s not worried yet. Giving him a spiteful look, the challenger storms directly up to Jacob, but Striker is able to hit a quick knee to the gut of Erick, locking him in a headlock and whipping him down and into the mat, rolling and cranking it on tight! Erick struggles and tries to fight out of the hold, surprisingly showing great strength by squirming out from under the champion and getting to his feet and shoving Jacob off and to the ropes. Striker is able to grab Erick’s arm before he’s sent the whole way and ducks under their arms, releasing Erick’s arm, and goes for a quick clothesline. Erick ducks and keeps running to the ropes as Jacob follows. Erick goes for a springboard back elbow, but Jacob ducks the attempt and runs to the ropes, jumping and leaping off to go for a springboard roundhouse kick/ Erick narrowly ducks and grabs hold of Jacob from behind in a back waistlock. The Straight Shooter throws an elbow back to Erick’s face, making him release the hold. Striker goes for a Pele kick that St. John sidesteps narrowly, backing himself to the ring ropes. When Jacob brings himself back up, Erick runs at him to deliver a big strike, but Striker slides between his feet and manages to trip out his legs as he does so! Erick drops to the mat. Jacob follows up by rushing to the ropes and coming back with a big dropkick to the side of Erick’s head! Jacob connects hard and Erick flops to the mat, rolling around.

Erick swings to a sitting position, holding the side of his head. Jacob takes the opportunity to connect with a big kick to his opponent’s spine, which makes Erick yelp in pain, only for Striker to do a spin and nail another kick to Erick’s chest to send him back to the mat! Jacob drops down for the cover!

One…

T…Erick kicks out!

The crowd is cheering for the match as Jacob Striker doesn’t waste any time bringing St. John to his feet.

Taj: I can barely keep up with these two!

America: Somehow Jacob is keeping up with a pissed off Erick St. John.

Jacob hits Erick with a few quick forearm shots before whipping him across the ring! He follows after Erick and nails him with a back elbow after he returns. The World Champion then grabs onto the top rope and springs over it onto the apron. He sets himself up as Erick stands and gets ready to springboard on top of them. Jacob comes off with a big springboard clothesline, but Erick rolls under the attempt. Jacob rolls as he lands himself. He turns, only to be nailed with a big leg lariat from the challenger! Erick kips to his feet and runs to the ropes again. He nails another leg lariat as Jacob stands! Striker gets up another time, only to be swung in a headscissors takedown.

The Champion holds the back of his head as he sits up a bit, only for Erick to kick him in the spine! When Jacob rolls away after he’s hit, he gets to the nearest corner and starts to pull himself back up. Erick goes for a big body splash, but Striker ducks under and tries to back body drop him onto the outside! St. John catches the ropes and immediately gets to the top rope while Jacob staggers out of the corner. Jacob notices, however, and doubles back, attempting to throw Erick off the top turnbuckle, only for Erick to flip and land on his feet! Erick runs at the ropes and comes back, nailing a Lou Thesz Press! Erick starts wailing on Jacob with some very vicious looking forearm strikes, relentlessly pummeling him as Jacob tries to cover himself up! St. John only gets up after the referee has to start a five count. He gets off of Striker, throwing a fist in the air to the delight of the crowd!

Taj: Looks like Erick’s vicious streak is coming through!

America: If I were Jacob, I would try my very best to not make Erick St. John angry for the rest of the match! But knowing him, it probably won’t happen!

Jacob wipes at his mouth with his forearm as he looks up at Erick, who looks very pleased with himself. Erick goes to follow up on his attack, but Jacob drops back and nails a kick to the side of his head when Erick ducks down to grab him! St. John slumps over and Striker grabs him in a small package!

One…

T…Erick kicks out!

The Champ pulls Erick up by his arm from behind and walks him over to the ropes, whipping him across the ring. St. John, however, holds on and swings Jacob in a whip himself! Striker shoots across the ring and comes back with a leaping clothesline attempt that Erick manages to duck. Jacob manages to catch himself and reaches back, dropping down in a neckbreaker! St. John hits the mat holding his head. Jacob aligns himself and nails a standing shooting star press to the adulation of the crowd! He goes for another cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Tw…kick out by St. John!

Taj: This match is intense so far!

America: And you know it’s only going to get even more crazy!

Striker goes to bring up Erick, who breaks his grasp on him and nails him with a jawbreaker! The Champ staggers on his feet, putting a hand to his chin, only for Erick to jump up and hit a picture perfect dropkick to his face! Jacob hits the mat and Erick drops on his downed opponent! Erick hooks the leg.

One…

T…kick out from Striker!

Erick kicks Striker in the chest, knocking him on his back again, then jumps up and lands a double stomp directly on his sternum! The crowd yells in approval! Jacob kicks his feet and rolls over onto his front, but Erick grabs him and pulls him back into another pin.

One…

Tw…kick out!

Taj: Erick isn’t playing nice at all!

America: It’s alright. Nobody ever plays nice with Jacob Striker! That’s the trick to beating him, and I think he finally realizes that!

St. John grabs Jacob and brings him to his feet. Jacob goes for an elbow strike, but Erick blocks it and hits a headbutt to stun him! Striker falls back to one knee. Erick decides to run to the opposite end of the ring, rebound, and go for a shining wizard. Striker drops to his back to avoid it and rolls Erick up in a schoolboy pin! Rather than hold onto it for the pin, he hooks his hand around Erick’s one thigh and hoists him up with his other hand before throwing him down in a huge one-armed powerbomb! The crowd pops huge for the rare show of strength and Jacob takes a moment to rest on the mat before crawling over for the cover!

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!

Taj: I’ve never seen Jacob use that before!

America: He’s pulling out whatever he can to keep Erick off his game! And Erick’s doing the very same to him!

Jacob pulls himself up to his feet and moves to the opposite end of the ring, making his way to the corner, waiting for Erick to get up. Erick stands and Striker runs at him to hit a jumping clothesline, knocking Erick back to the canvas! The challenger gets to his feet again and Jacob hits a big dropsault! Erick gets up, only to get nailed with another! Erick stands and backs to the ropes this time as Jacob runs towards him. Just as he gets close, Erick pulls the top rope down and ducks down, making Jacob soar over the top!

Jacob grabs the rope just in time and saves himself on the apron, landing on one foot as the crowd gasps in shock! Erick turns and sees Jacob still standing and goes to hit him with a forearm, but Jacob blocks it and hits one of his own. He uses the top rope and goes for a springboard but St. John notices and rushes forward, leaping up and nailing a hard punch directly to Jacob’s jaw! He slips back onto the apron, looking stunned from the strike.

The challenger then hits another forearm, but Jacob holds onto the top rope. Erick grabs Jacob by the head and runs over to the turnbuckle, attempting to slam his forehead off of it, but Jacob sticks his foot up to block the attempt. He elbows Erick in the face to get him to release him. Striker shakes his head clear, but Erick returns and uses the turnbuckle to hit a step up enziguri! Jacob Striker is rattled, nearly falling off the apron, only using the ropes to keep him even standing.

St. John, looking surprised he’s still up, takes him and slams his head off the turnbuckle! The Champion hits hard and somehow still stays on the apron! He has his one hand grasping the top rope as he pulls himself to straddle each end of the corner. Erick looks frustrated for only a second before looking devilishly determined. He goes to the ring ropes and jumps up on top of them, taking a moment to balance himself. Jacob still stays barely on the corner of the apron around the post as Erick St. John proceeds to run along the top rope a few steps before leaping off and diving on top of Jacob, planting them both on the outside hard!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!

Taj: Oh my goodness! I’ve never seen anything like that before!

America: Erick St. John has some tricks up his sleeves! And unfortunately for Jacob, he feels like he needs to pull them out now!

Erick is the first to start standing, feeling the effects of his move while the crowd continues buzzing over it. Erick grabs Jacob as the referee is counting them out, trying to pull him to the apron. Erick tries to shove Jacob under the bottom rope, but as he does so, much to Erick’s surprise, Jacob wraps his legs around his head! Jacob uses the apron to swing around and drop Erick in a reverse headscissors! Erick flops on the outside, hitting hard. Jacob uses the apron skirt to pull himself up again. The referee is getting close to a ten count and Striker rolls into the ring, sitting down. Erick, however, uses all of his will to pull himself up to the apron as well. Jacob notices and makes his way to his feet too, running to the opposite end of the ring, and rebounding off the ropes. Erick starts to slide himself under the bottom rope and Jacob hits a big baseball slide, sending St. John back out to the outside again!

Erick hits hard as Jacob just pulls himself up and runs to the opposite end of the ring one more time. Erick slowly gets to his feet and just as he stands, Striker jumps over the top rope in a stunning corkscrew body splash, taking both of them down! The crowd goes absolutely insane!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!

Taj: These two are putting it all on the line in this match for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship!

America: Even I can’t deny that these two are just pulling out some incredible moves!

Jacob is the first one up as the referee is trying to count them out again. He staggers back into the apron and slides under the bottom rope to reset the count. The Champ steps out onto the apron again with his back to Erick, peeking over his shoulder to see him starting to recover again. He goes to perform a springboard off the middle rope, but Erick runs up, grabs one of his legs, and yanks back, making Jacob Striker smash his face directly off the apron and slump up against it! The crowd gasps from the look of it as Erick sits on his knees, trying to recover. He grabs Jacob by the hair, pulls his head up, then slams his face against the apron again, just for good measure. Erick slides into the ring before grabbing onto the top rope and leaping up and over seamlessly to land a leg drop on the back of Jacob’s head, making him flop back onto the ground as well as resetting the count out!

Taj: ESJ gets one advantage and will not let up!

America: And he shouldn’t! If he lets up for even a second, that’s all Jacob needs to get back into this match!

Erick St. John drops to the ground and then gets back in the ring to once again reset the count, much to the referee’s annoyance, who demands they both get into the ring again! Erick ignores this as Jacob is starting to recover on the outside. Erick decides to take his shot at a plancha and runs to the opposite end of the ring, rebounding before diving over the top rope onto Jacob! The Champion somehow summons all of his strength to messily catch the ex-Champion in the air! Jacob staggers on his feet, falling to one knee from the impact of it, but then springs back up and somehow manages to swing Erick around and run into the guard rail, plowing both of them into the side of it with a loud crash! The crowd loses their mind as the two competitors collapse against each other beside the guard rail!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jacob manages to shove Erick off of him and flop over to the ground to crawl to the apron.

Taj: How did Jacob even do that?!

America: Don’t ask me! Sometimes adrenaline lets you do crazy things!

Taj: But are either of them in any condition to continue?!

Jacob rolls into the ring and lays down, looking like he’s totally spent in this match. His whole body is in pain from his last maneuver and he looks like he almost hopes that Erick gets counted out so it ends. It looks close as the referee continues to count.

Six…Erick starts to stir, slowly pulling himself up to his hands and knees.

Seven…Erick looks up at the ring and stands, flopping up against the guard rail in pain.

Eight…Erick takes a moment to double over in pain.

Nine…Erick makes a mad sprint to the ring and dives under the bottom rope, just lying on the mat.

Jacob is sitting up beside him, looking completely astonished that Erick managed to get back into the ring after that. The crowd begins to chant “This is awesome!” again as Jacob just buries his face in his hands, trying to figure out what he could possibly do now.

America: I’ve never seen anything like this from these two before!

Taj: Are they going to even have anything left in the tank for this match?!

America: I’d say no, but then they’ve surprised the hell out of me for the rest of this match!

Striker crawls over to Erick and grabs him under the arms to try and bring Erick up, both not looking totally steady as they stand. St. John manages to shove Jacob away, and when Jacob approaches him again, Erick hits a front dropkick, sending Jacob to the mat. Erick kips ups from that, immediately looking like he regrets it when he holds his midsection. Nonetheless, he grabs hold of Jacob, yanks him up towards the corner, and nails a Sliced Bread #2! Erick climbs on top of Jacob for the cover, grabbing the leg to pull it back.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!

Erick slaps the mat with a hand before getting up and surprisingly going up to the top turnbuckle without too much trouble. He motions for Jacob to get up, and slowly he does. Jacob goes to stop Erick though, running forward to jump and hit a forearm to his midsection, making the challenger drop down into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle! As Jacob goes to ascend the turnbuckle, Erick hits Striker with a headbutt to stagger him off the ropes. Erick stands up on the top turnbuckle again. Jacob runs up, ascending the ropes with great agility, grabbing hold of Erick, looking like he was ready to throw him off before the challenger shoves him off, barely managing to steady himself on the top! Jacob hits the mat and immediately gets back up. Erick St. John launches a very solid My Redemption (superkick) to Striker's face! The younger man simply looks up at Erick and slowly shakes his head. Erick's face takes on a look of grim determination.

ESJ (no mic): Fine, have it your way...

ESJ then hits four more My Redemptions with Striker taking each bone jarring superkick after another!

Taj: ESJ's tenacity being put to the test against Jacob's ability to handle pain!

The Champ tries to get up to his feet but Erick quickly catches him in the stomach before hoisting him up and then down with a double arm DDT. Instead of letting go of the move, ESJ quickly hoists Striker up and hits a sheer drop double underhook brainbuster that he rolls up for the cover.

America: This has to be it, Taj![/color]

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!

Taj: The heart of Jacob Striker!

America: If he’s smart, he’ll just stay down so he doesn’t have to go out of this match on a stretcher!

Erick rolls over onto his knees with a look that is equal parts despondency and frustration. He places a hand on his head as he tries to figure out what to do next when one of Jacob's hands come up into view, showing exactly what the Champ thinks of Erick's best efforts before he starts to hit him in the face with the finger---practically slapping the elder statesman with it several times---before finally Erick has had enough of it and brutally bites down on the offending finger!!

Erick pulls Jacob to the middle of the ring and runs right over him to go to springboard off the middle rope. Jacob gets to his feet and catches Erick over his shoulder! Jacob runs Erick over to the ropes and practically collapses close to it to hit Erick’s neck onto the top rope! Jacob stays on his hands and knees as his opponent staggers about, trying to stay standing. Jacob rushes forward. Erick goes for a thrust kick only for Jacob to elbow strike the foot away long enough for him to quickly move in and quickly uses Erick's semi-extended leg to cross over his other one. Jake then quickly hoists Erick up and then quickly hits a cross legged Emerald Flowsion that he then hooks for the pin attempt!!

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Two!

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Striker looks completely astonished before looking to the referee, trying to ask him if Erick seriously kicked out in time?

Taj: Erick St. John just kicked out of a cross legged Emerald Flowsion!

America: Erick must want to win this a hell of a lot more than either of us every thought he did!

The Champ cringes as he stays on his knees in front of the challenger, staring down at him. The crowd chants “This is awesome!” at the pair again, but it goes unnoticed by both competitors. Jacob wipes some sweat from his brow before grabbing Erick and trying to pull him to his feet. Erick hits a stiff uppercut as he’s pulled up, staggering Jacob. Erick grabs him around the head, hits a mad flurry of knees to Jacob’s face, letting out a loud yell as he does so! Jacob stands on rubber legs when Erick releases him, briefly falling to one knee before barely standing. St. John then runs to the ropes and comes back, hitting a slingblade! Jacob hits the mat hard and Erick goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!!

Frustrated, Erick takes a deep breath, looking rather drained as he tries to go to the other end of the ring, screaming at Jacob to get up as the crowd cheers in excitement! Striker eventually brings himself back up and Erick St. John hits a gutwrench neckbreaker! Erick quickly locks in a sleeperhold, but the Champion tries to fight back so he can’t lock it in completely!

Taj: Jacob is desperately fighting back to avoid having the move completely locked on!

America: Of course he is. Jacob knows that the match and his reign as the World Heavyweight Champion is over if Erick gets it locked in!

The crowd explodes when Jacob manages to throw Erick off in front of him, collapsing to the mat! When Striker starts to stand, Erick quickly gets in front of him and snaps off yet another My Redemption! Erick hops into the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Erick St. John’s eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets in total shock. Erick yells at the ref, trying to tell him it must have been three, but the referee disagrees. Erick looks completely exasperated and exhausted.

Taj: Ladies and gentlemen, Jacob Striker just fought out of a sleeperhold and kicked out of yet another My Redemption!

America: I’m actually speechless, Taj! I have nothing to say!

The challenger stands up, starting to lift Jacob Striker to his feet. He stands, but only barely. Jacob goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Erick manages to slip out of Jacob’s grasp as he goes up and barely lands on his feet behind Jacob! Striker glances back for a moment, having to give himself a second before he throws a Pele kick back and cracks St. John in the head! The Champ gets the crowd roaring even louder as he stays sitting on the mat, his head tilted back, looking like he has nothing left! Meanwhile Erick looks like he has no idea where he even is anymore.

Both men struggle to their feet. Once up, they get into another heavy strike exchange with both men trading rapid fire shots back and forth for several moments! Eventually both men fall down to their knees in exhaustion, both of them breathing heavily. Erick sees an opening and grabs the back of Striker's head and then drills him with a very solid forearm strike hard into Striker's jaw that snaps the younger man's head back and almost causes him to fall over backwards.

Jake forces himself back into an upright position where Erick slams another forearm hard into Jake's face, sending blood and sweat flying. Jake dabs at his jaw to find some blood trickling from the spot of impact at which point Jake unloads a very stiff forearm strike of his own that rocks Erick's world and about knocks him off of his knees!!

Taj: These two rivals have given everything they could possibly give and yet are still going! It’s unbelievable!

America: This is for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship, Taj!

Jake makes it back to his feet and yanks Erick to his. Jacob quickly moves in behind Erick and quickly hits a backstabber before quickly transitioning into a butterfly lock submission hold! Jacob keeps it cinched in the middle of the ring, keeping most of the pressure on Erick's right shoulder with Jake leveraging his forearm in a way that it ratchets up the torque being added to that shoulder.

Taj: I’m not sure if ESJ will be able to hold out in that submission?

America: I’m not sure if Jacob has enough strength to keep the submission on?

Erick is able to escape the move by fighting through the pain to drag the both of them over to the nearest ring ropes and grabbing the bottom one. The referee breaks the hold. Erick uses the nearest ropes to pull both of them up. Erick uses the bottom rope to leap up and over Jacob, dropping him directly to the mat with a modified jumping cutter! The crowd somehow gets even louder! Erick falls over to his side, holding his midsection. The crowd tries to will Erick to get up.

Taj: This Milwaukee crowd is off the decibel chart with their cheers, America!

America: WHAT? THIS CROWD IS TOO LOUD…I CAN’T HEAR YOU, TAJ. SPEAK UP!

Erick slowly but surely rolls over onto Jacob’s chest and lazily tries to hook a leg for the cover!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

The crowd explodes at the three count as Erick’s music hits. The new two-time World Heavyweight just lays on top of Jacob, looking totally relieved that the match was over!

Taj: Erick St. John did it! What an incredible match!

America: As much as I hate to say it… these two just put on one amazing show!

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

The crowd is white hot and Erick only starts to get up when the referee retrieves the World Championship and hands it to him. Erick staggers to his feet and holds up the belt to the adoring crowd before doubling over in pain. Meanwhile, Jacob Striker finally begins to stir, sitting against the ropes and leaning his head back, looking totally exhausted.

Taj: What a main event match! What a Legendary! We are out of time, everyone!

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