Post by Legal Department on Aug 1, 2022 19:43:15 GMT -8
The scene opens with the Heroes for Hire camper van being parked in the backstage parking lot, with the team slowly disembarking from the van, Gregory Murphy leads the charge with his shades covering his eyes and a slimy grin stretching across his face, as he rubs his hands together in excitement. He takes off his shades and places them in his jacket pocket, his grin stretching even more somehow.
Gregory Murphy: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Heroes for Hire are at your service!
Following behind him are his clients the Strike 2 Kill duo of Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, both sporting their championship belts from other promotions; the SKYFIRE Tag Team Championships and the Zion Wrestling Trio's Championships. Whilst lingering behind them is Your Hero, and Mine - Mark Storm, who's also wearing shades like Murphy, dressed in his regular match gear however for his opening match bout, with his J-ROK Trio's Championship buckled around his waist. He smirks, as he joins his fellow stablemates alongside Gregory Murphy, who can't help smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Gregory Murphy: You know what time it is, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the best faction in professional wrestling today, to even out the playing fields... we're going for the full job tonight, all across the board - on all fronts... with tonight being one of the most significant nights in our groups history, as Strike 2 Kill challenge for the tag team titles later on tonight and Your Hero and Mine, has an opportunity to book himself a match for the World Heavyweight title, sometime down the line. There's a lot at play tonight, a lot to gain, with nothing really to lose... we're heading into this one confident because right now, my clients are in the best shapes of their lives and they've been ripping up shop everywhere they've been, you name it - they've already been there, shelling it down all year round!
Now we finally get the chance to turn the tides here in One Wrestle Movement and I've gotta admit, it's been a long time comin'. Tonight, we're taking our destiny into our own hands, and deciding our own fates! Tonight, the Heroes for Hire are rescuing this promotion from the reigns of The Fallen Angels, who have been honorable champions - but the time for change, has been calling! Tonight, YOUR Hero and MINE - cements his path to the World Heavyweight Championship... Tonight, is our night!
Watson takes a step into the forefront of the frame.
Miles Watson: So we've been here for a hot minute now... had our fair share of heartbreaks but we've head our triumphs too... and now, we've been presented an opportunity to challenge for the 1WM Tag Team Championships, against The Fallen Angels. I know a lot of people would've counted us out a few months ago but we've come a long way since then. Our last match against The Headhunters was one of our finest matches all year and it's led us to this moment, baby.
The Fallen Angels have been the champions for a hot minute too but like Greg said, we've been paving our way, taking down other contenders in order to get our foot in the door! Now our foots are in, we're not tryna pull out any-time soon... we're taking this, the opportunity, the moment and we're making it ours. Everybody wants to talk about us spreadin' ourselves too thin, but I don't see us slowing down - do you?
He looks around at his companions, all of whom shake their heads in disapproval.
Liam Richardson: Certainly not me.
Mark Storm: God, no.
Miles Watson: Exactly, and that's because we're on the top of our game, ready to put it all on the line, no matter the location. We're tryna cement our names in the archives of this business, it ain't gonna be no easy task but we're getting there. Brick by brick, match by match, accomplishment after accomplishment... we're coming for it all!
Stepping into the forefront of the frame is Liam Richardson.
Liam Richardson: I'll just get straight to it then, yeah - The Fallen Angels have been through The Headhunters, The Shinigami Foundation, The Vixens, American Carnage... they know what it takes to hold onto them titles, but we're nothing like any of your opponents you've faced before. We're an evolution of tag team wrestling, a combination of brute desire and talent, we're the epitome of fuckin' excellence. We never came to One Wrestle Movement to just be another team that floats in the background, sits around in catering waiting for a pay-cheque... no, we came here because we wanted to be the main team, driving this division - carrying those championships, as the greatest team in the world.
Richardson pauses, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
Liam Richardson: We're slowly reaching that status, but to get that, we're gonna need to add those titles to our accolades. There's teams that come here, try their luck but when shit doesn't go their way, they pick up their toys and head to the hills, because they can't hack it and never will. Us on the other-hand, we've had our fair share of losses. We've had our failures, we've had our downfalls, and each time we fell, we got ourselves back up, ready to fight and go again. We're not one to lay down and quit, we're gonna keep going until all of our goals are accomplished. And tonight, another goal is ticked off the list. Tonight, Strike 2 Kill make more history!
And as Richardson finishes his sentence, Your Hero and Mine walks into the center of the frame, with a smile etching onto his face.
Mark Storm: I don't know what tonight is going to entail exactly, all I know is that it's going to be fuckin' carnage and that I can't wait for it. I'll be honest, I haven't been doing the greatest as of late. I've been traveling a lot, going from show to show, from promotion to promotion, miss a flight - catch a flight, hours on the road, these guys keeping me company and getting me through my days, even when I don't particularly want to... but they pick me up, and keep me going, and tonight I honestly hope for the world and more for you guys, because you deserve it, more than anyone I know...
As for me on the other-hand, I've been on a bit of a journey myself. A journey of self-discovery, as I've been trying to really find out who I am, and what I stand for - because everything has become tainted in these last few months... I've been a shell of myself, a shadow of my former self, and I've been fighting my way back to consciousness, trying to find my way back to the real world and each time I've stepped in a 1WM ring, I've been sprung back into life, plunged into the deep-end and tonight is going to be no different.
Chip Tingle, Silas Jessup, Patti Rose, Nina Stokes, Blake Belladonna, Tim Brody, Aurora Master, Thomas Bane and Rei Park - all vying for the opportunity to challenge the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion... I'm dying for it too, to be honest with you - because that's the reason why I came here in the first place... to get myself one step close to this promotions most prized possession, I'll do everything in my power to do so, and if that means driving my knee through a few skulls, then so be it... I'll do whatever it takes and make sure that Your Hero and Mine, is the sole survivor.
The scene gradually fades.
The arena comes to life and the Fargo 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 THIRTY!!
America: Thirty shows of Legendary in is a HUGE milestone, Taj. I’m extremely impressed by what this company has done in three years running.
Taj: Tonight we have a ten person over the top rope battle royale where the winner will receive a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship at a future date.
America: Honestly no one in that cluster truly deserves a shot at the title. Simply tweeting pictures of yourself days on end isn’t going to get anyone that stand out spotlight. I mean it beats not promoting at all like some of them but damn come on man!
Taj: Tell us how you really feel, America.
America: Hell, if you really want me to, I'll drop names.
Taj: No, no, that won’t be necessary. The 1WM Tag Team Championship held by The Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves, will be contested against the upcoming Strike 2 Kill, LiamRichardson and Miles Watson.
America: Do I need to step back on my soapbox about nearly no one properly promoting anything?
Taj: Not at all. You’ve made it very clear where your position is upon the matter.
America: Good because if matches were decided upon promoting of said matches, no one would EVER win a match in this company!
Taj: In our main event, we have a Contest of Champions match where the Pride of 1WM Champion will face the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion. Both the two time Pride of 1WM Champion, Bianca Davis, and the two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Erick St. John, are riding a high going into this non-title match.
America: It’s no secret that I’m rooting for my girl, Bianca. I’m beyond happy that Jacob Striker isn’t holding the top strap anymore but now that ESJ has the title I can’t wait for him to lose it.
Taj: Besides those three matches we have two other matches and the third episode of Justice Cross’ “Justice 4 All”. It’s going to be a great night so let’s get started.
As soon as Taj and America complete their show intro, they are interrupted by the arena lights going dark and a single spotlight shining on the entrance stage.
America: What is this about, Taj?
Taj: Your guess is as good as mine, America.
In the spotlight is Sandra Rose, wearing a long flowing olive green dress, and holding a microphone.
America: Oh….it’s this bitch!
The Fargo crowd goes nuts for the blonde beauty who grins proudly at the pop as she raises the mic to her lips.
Sandra Rose: 1WM Faithful, allow me to introduce to you, YOUR NEW, two-time One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion, my fiancé, the First Among Equals… ERICK ST. JOHN!!!
E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” begins to haunt every crevice of the Bison Sports Arena. Erick St. John steps out from the back and into the spotlight. The new 1WM World Heavyweight Champion wears a long sleeve white shirt with a black tie under a black vest, black slacks, and shiny black shoes. The glistening 1WM World Title belt is neatly folded in his right hand like a fashion accessory as he looks out at the jam-packed arena. Erick smirks proudly as the Fargo crowd begins to chant his initials.
Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!
The smirk turns into a smile then a grin as Erick takes Sandra by the hand and they walk together to the ring. The couple fist bump with some of the fans along the way.
Taj: It’s been over a month since we’ve seen from our new champ and I must say he’s healed well since defeating his rival, Jacob Striker, at Legendary Twenty-Nine.
Erick walks up the ring steps first and holds the ropes open for his pregnant fiancé. Once they are both in the ring, Sandra lets ESJ interact with the raucous crowd with a smile on her face. Erick gets up on each of the four turnbuckles and screams out some joyous expletives to the fans as he points to the championship belt in his hand.
America: I think I need a pee break…
The new 1WM Champion settles down momentarily and meets Sandra in the middle of the ring. The proud talent consultant claps for her beloved briefly before giving him the microphone she used for her introduction. Erick sneaks a kiss from Sandra before pacing around the center of the ring like a caged tiger. The hot mic catches the champion talking to himself.
Erick St. John: Holy shit…
The crowd hears him and responds back as Erick’s entrance music fades out.
Crowd: What?!
Erick stops in his tracks and smirks as he turns to look at the live camera.
Erick St. John: I said… HOLY SHIT!
The crowd explodes in laughter and support.
Erick St. John: HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT, FARGO! We did it!
The First Among Equals unfastens the championship belt and lifts it over his head. The crowd roars then starts to chant.
Crowd: You deserve it!
Erick slowly lowers the title and gazes at it momentarily.
Erick St. John: No, I don’t deserve this title. I fuckin’ EARNED this prestigious championship! You don’t face a maniacal talent like Jacob Striker three times and come out on top without being changed to the core. This World Heavyweight Championship came with loads of blood, sweat, and tears.
The champion looks up and out at the crowd.
Erick St. John: However, YOU, the One Wrestle Movement Faithful, DESERVE the “renaissance” this company is about to embark on! This championship is the dawn of a new era in 1WM!
The crowd pops loudly while Erick places the title belt over his shoulder. He starts his carnivorous pacing around the ring again.
Erick St. John: But before I get into my inaugural address… and I promise it won’t be a long diatribe about all my accomplishments in other promotions…
Erick stops and smirks devilishly at the live camera.
Erick St. John: … I need to thank a few people.
The new champion glares at the hot camera.
Erick St. John: Firstly, Mr. Diatribe himself, the Straight Shooter, Jacob Striker. Jacob, I may not care for how you conducted yourself as 1WM Champion by promoting your other contractual obligations instead of the company you were supposed to represent as World Champion, but when it came time to put up or shut up, you did! I’ve said it before, long after I hang it up, you will still be one of the pillars of the new generation of professional wrestlers. You are one sick bastard and one hell of a champion. THANK YOU for pushing me beyond my perceived limits inside and outside the ring. You have my respect.
The champion pauses momentarily then turns to Sandra who is behind him in one of the ring corners.
Erick St. John: Sandra, my gorgeous fiancé and baby momma… if anyone deserves my gratitude for putting up with my shit for the past couple years, it’s you. I’ve said this to you privately many times but I need the 1WM Faithful and your sisters to hear it in public. I’m SORRY for breaking your heart, for letting my ego destroy our marriage, and for putting you through this entire climb to the top. THANK YOU for being you, for taking me back, and for restoring my hope in family. Our baby is so blessed to have you as its mother. This championship belongs to you as much as it does to me.
The First Among Equals nods respectfully to his pregnant fiancé, who responds with an air kiss, before returning his attention to the live camera.
Erick St. John: Aurora and Damon Graves! The Fallen Angels and your reigning World Tag Team Champions! When no one would believe that I was looking out for the well-being of this company, you two were there to give the message of renaissance life! When everyone mocked a return to glory for 1WM, you were there ready to make it happen. And when you two won the 1WM World Tag Team Titles, you were the initial spark of this new era. Fallen Angels, THANK YOU! I’m indebted to you.
Erick paces a bit more before stopping and looking back at the camera.
Erick St. John: Cedric Southern! THANKS for leaving the door open for me to come back last December. I still think you’re a spineless coward for letting outsiders pressure you legally into returning the World Title to Striker yet you somehow were smart enough to make all this drama work. So to you… THANK YOU, you wicked son of a bitch!
The crowd pops insanely at Erick’s audacity towards the 1WM figurehead. Erick just grins mischievously. The fun slowly disappears from the champion’s face as he walks over to the ropes closest to the OneTron.
Erick St. John: Now, with all the pleasantries out of the way, let’s get down to business! When I came back to 1WM at Massive 2 under the mask of Primus, I was giving you all a taste of what a renaissance in this company is all about. I shook things up so that the wrestling world would see once again why 1WM is the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet! We have an amazing roster of veterans and newcomers backstage itching to make a name for themselves. You all just needed someone to up the ante for you. That’s why I called myself Primus, short for Primus Inter Pares, the First Among Equals! I may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but that doesn’t mean I believe I’m invincible. I’m old enough to know that one day my career will be over. But until that day comes, and as long as I’m 1WM Champion, I must lead by example. And I believe that every wrestler backstage is my equal and can take this World Title from me on any given day if I’m not prepared. Therefore, I’m proposing that moving forward Cedric make all my individual matches…TITLE MATCHES!
The crowd goes apeshit at Erick’s announcement.
Crowd: Holy Shit!
America: This guy is so full of himself! He just got the title and now wants to make executive decisions!
Taj: Becoming the World Heavyweight Champion does come with a measure of power and sway.
America: Yeah…the same power and sway that Erick condemned Jacob for using.
The 1WM Champion walks over to the live camera and looks dead center into it.
Erick St. John: I don’t care if you book me on Glory or Legendary or both in a month, I’m putting this World Heavyweight Title on the line! You want a shot at the World Title? Friend or foe, my door is open. Hell, if ANYONE from another promotion like Pro Wrestling NOVA or New Frontier Wrestling or Sin City Wrestling or even Kentucky Hickville Backyard Wrestling wants a shot at the prestigious 1WM World Heavyweight Championship, call Cedric and he can make it happen! A championship is only as precious as much as it is defended! This is how a renaissance is done!
Erick pauses to let everything sink in.
Erick St. John: So Bianca Davis, if you can convince Cedric with your royal charm to change our match to a title match, you can be the first in line. I’ll defend this championship TONIGHT! Call me crazy but call me the First Among Equals and YOUR World Heavyweight Champion!
Erick tosses the mic and his entrance music hits. He opens the ropes for Sandra then heads up the ramp with his fiancé and championship belt.
Taj: What a statement from Erick St. John! We haven’t heard such bold assertions since the great Arley Kirk dominated during Year One.
America: ESJ ain’t no Arley. Trust me on that!
The scene opens up on an expensive-looking yacht, where we see the entire group known as the Royal Court, Keli Saint, Veronica Taylor, Christina Fierce, and the brand new Pride of 1WM Champion Queen Bianca Davis, the fans boo loudly at them remembering all the stuff they had done together in the past, and what happened at Ordered Restored for Bianca to get back her championship. They are lounging on beach chairs soaking in the sun as Bianca, eyes the camera with a smug expression as she began to speak in an arrogant, but heavily accented tone. Each of the ladies was clad in a bikini and matching tiaras except for Saint, whose raven black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and Bianca, who on her head was her bedazzled black crown.
Bianca Davis: Hello, our loyal subjects, did you expect someone else to be holding the Pride of 1WM Championship after last month's show? Did you? Well if you did you were totally wrong to see for far too long Keon was holding that very belt and ruining it with his antics, rather it was running away from a Keli Saint beating, or ducking me due to “injury”. But you could duck fast enough this time, could you?
Bianca let out a laugh as Veronica soon chimed in.
Veronica Taylor: Exactly, Queen, it was a well-laid plan, Keon, we should thank you because you brought the family back together. You see, Keli Saint over here, she was at the throat of myself and Bianca here for months, but something happened. Your presence made us realize to save this business, you and that belt would have to be parted. So that is what happened.
Bianca nodded her head, pleased with everything as she sipped on her champagne before putting it down.
Bianca Davis: Exactly my dear Duchess, see those sad little freaks who hate on us hate the fact that we are back together well they will hate us even more! If you think for one second we are satisfied with the Pride Championship, you couldn’t be more wrong we are going to dominate and control this company.
The camera cuts to Christin Fierce who is being fed some fresh fruit by one of the servants. But once she notices the camera, she tells the servant to shoo away.
Christina Fierce: This company, much like our previous place, has no earthly idea what to expect when the four of us are together on the same page. Momma Fierce is here and the fat uggos can cry and whine all they want but even they will accept the fact that the Pretty Saints, the Royal Court, is here to stay and like B said, we will dominate and we will be in control of this company.
The focus then turns to Kelli Saint. The newly anointed Baroness smirks as she looks into the unseen camera’s eye.
Kelli Saint: Oh where, oh where is Keon Sugg? It’s not like it matters much. Once we got that Pride of 1WM Championship off of him, his importance to 1WM ceased to matter. Now that it’s back on its rightful owner, all is correct in the wrestling world.
She places her hands on her hips in defiance poise.
Kelli Saint: Now though we have four curtain-jerking fucking nobodies in the grand scheme of things thinking they have what it takes to step to the Royal Court. Jessica Anderson, Nicole Smoak, McKena Hardy, and Alex Reeves. You four chicks have stepped into a world of fucking hurt by sticking your long noses into business that doesn’t concern you. Each of you are going to learn that the Royal Court rules 1WM and that playtimes over!
Queen Bianca Davis nods her head in agreement with what has been said, as she returned her gaze to the camera, as she began to speak in a haughty tone.
Bianca Davis: Exactly, life is grand when you’re a royal, and Legendary 30 will be the biggest night for the Royal Court, first these ladies here are going to prove numbers only matter when you’re a peasant when they take care of four meddlesome bitches. Each will learn why there is no option but to swear fealty to us. Quite a few have already smartened up and have already done so.
Bianca smirks proudly as she looks at the camera with a hard look.
Bianca Davis: Eric St. John, you will find out first hand I am the true champion of champions around here. While you have come and gone since I have arrived, I have been consistent, I have been the pinnacle of 1WM the standard bearer around here. After tonight you will learn why you should have stayed gone! And the rest of Renaissance and everyone else will have only one choice: to bend the knee and kiss the ring!
Bianca, Veronica, Kelli, and Christina all show off matching royalty-inspired rings to signal the Royal Court, as the scene then fades to black.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Butterscotch Monroe walking around when suddenly when she sees something that draws her up short suddenly at which point the camera pans to the right to show us none other than Thomas Bane walking with Chris Slayton, who in turn is flanked by the Rogue Horsemen before the camera goes back to Butterscotch who now has a mic and is walking up to the group.
Butterscotch Monroe: Gentlemen, since we’re both here…can I ask some questions?
Chris Slayton: Certainly, Miss Monroe. What do you need?
Butterscotch Monroe: First off, why are you here tonight, Mister Slayton?
Chris’ face breaks into a wide smile as he indicates both himself and his Rogues for a moment before turning back to Butterscotch.
Chris Slayton: That answer should be obvious, my dear. You see earlier in the week, Zach here indicated that he wanted to hear what Erick and his two cronies had to say for themselves now and earlier today, I stated that I would be here to support one of my champions in Miss Bianca Davis, a very skilled and talented young woman who I know will go far in this industry.
Butterscotch Monroe: Very well, now we here at One Wrestle Movement have yet to hear anything from our former world heavyweight champion in Jacob Striker…what do you have to say on that matter concerning your connection to him?
Chris Slayton: I have been in some contact with Jake over the past couple of days and officially, Miss Munroe, he’s taking a slight break from this promotion in order to attend to matters that have recently come up such as his first student’s debut in the Parade of a Thousand Demons death match tournament over in Japan, where he is also handling a personal matter that I am not at liberty to discuss with anyone who is not either family or close to the situation. You can respect that, of course?
Butterscotch Monroe: Of course, but do you happen to know by chance when he’ll be available, possibly for an interview concerning his loss of the world title?
Zach Rhodes: Oh for fuck’s sake….
Chris Slayton: Now, Zach, there is no need for that kind of language with Miss Munroe here. She’s only doing her job and it is a fair question. But to answer that Miss Munroe, no I do not have an answer for that particular question and Jake will reach out to you when he feels that it’s time to discuss what happened at Legendary Twenty Nine…but for now, he….like myself and the rest of my Rogues…are more interested in seeing how deep this hole that Erick Saint John has dug truly is. But nonetheless, Jacob Striker will be back in One Wrestle Movement when the time is right and remember, so I’d be more worried as to when he’ll return than if will say anything.
Butterscotch Monroe: O…kay. On a different note, Thomas Bane, are you ready for your match here tonight?
Thomas Bane: Of course, while I do find it reassuring and refreshing that little Slias has already acknowledged me as the new Number One contender for Jake’s belt..
Butterscotch Monroe: Don’t you mean Erick Saint John’s?
Thomas Bane: Nope, I meant *my* title. The point being is that here tonight, forget about people going out there and breaking hearts because tonight, the Stylish Messiah of the Backbreaker is going to go out there and break not only some backs, but also some bank because that’s what I do! There’s no stopping me because from start to finish, there is nobody who can stop the Bane of Humanity that is *ME*, Thomas Bane. Your Future One Wrestle Movement World’s Champion!!
Chris Slayton: Thank you for the interview, Miss Munroe. See you later.
Bane and the Rogues then continue on their way, leaving a very confused Butterscotch Monroe behind in their wake.
America: I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a battle royale?
Taj: It has been a moment especially with one where the winner will receive a World Heavyweight Championship match.
America: This is probably the easiest path to the top strap and I can really see one of these lazy ingrates squandering the opportunity.
Taj: You’re really in a foul mood tonight, huh, America?
America: Just tired of everyone skating upward without putting any kind of work for it.
With all of the combatants finally in the ring, the action is fierce from the get go. Blake Belladonna takes it to Rei Park, raining down punches, kicks and elbows. At the same time, Mark Storm and Silas Jessup fiercely jostled for position, trying to force one another toward the ropes. Chip Tingle seems to smirk as he singles out Tim Brody and hustles over, appearing to whisper something in his ear. To the surprise of literally everybody, Tim takes a run up and leaps out of the ring down to the floor!
Torres: Tim Brody has been ELIMINATED!
Taj and America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
After a seemingly unison shaking of heads from the other eight competitors, they all quickly go back to what they were doing. Except for Chip Tingle, who apparently is dying of laughter in the corner.
Taj: Did Chip somehow convince Tim to elimiinate himself?
America: Well Tim did tweet about the goal of the match is to go over the top rope.
The laughter is only silenced by the running boot scrape to the face, delivered by Aurora Master! Chip Tingle flops back in a daze, and Aurora turns around and bumps right into Nina Stokes. Nina simply seizes Aurora by the scruff and hurls her clean over the top rope!
Torres: Aurora Master has been ELIMINATED!
America: Makes sense…
Stokes isn't able to get a second to think about it as Thomas Bane evades a flying clothesline from Patti Rose and seeing the opportunity, tries to use the momentum to tip Nina over the top rope, but Nina is resourceful and it's Thomas who spills over the top rope with the aid of a modified hip toss! Thomas’ fellow Rogue Horsemen that were sitting ringside shake their head in disbelief.
Torres: Thomas Bane has been ELIMINATED!
Taj: Chris Slayton will have to go back to the drawing board.
America: I’m not their biggest fan, but I really think that if Thomas really focuses I can see him in contention for a championship run. Honestly, put his all toward the Glory Championship and Ihe’ll could really give Jay Aquero some trouble.
Chip Tingle is finally getting back to his feet. Patti Rose seems a little bit foggy as she shakes off the hard landing from the missed flying clothesline. Blake Belladonna easily drags her to a vertical base and stuns Patti with an European uppercut. Blake angrily goes for another, but the crowd gets behind Patti as the wily veteran ducks! Blake Belladonna teeters forward with the momentum, and the crowd eats it up as Rei Park cries out before delivering a running dropkick so hard that it sends Blake smashing into the corner. And a triangle dropkick from Rei sends her over the top turnbuckle and out to the floor!
Torres: Blake Belladonna has been ELIMINATED!
Knowing she can't let the opportunity pass her up, Patti Rose wheels Rei back around and delivers a forearm to the side of the head. But Rei responds with one hell of a receipt! A furious back and forth forearm smash war kicks off between the two, becoming the center of attention, and the crowd eats it up. Silas Jessup is also seen in the periphery trying to eliminate Chip Tingle, and Mark Storm can also be seen furiously going at it with Nina Stokes.
To widespread confusion, a balaclava clad man dressed head to toe in black, slides out from underneath the ring. He is just in time to catch Rei Park drilling Patti Rose with a sharp right hand that sends her collapsing against the ropes. The masked figure launches, and delivers a flying neckbreaker as Patti falls back against the ropes. The crowd BOOOOOO as Patti's head snaps back dangerously, and she falls unconscious to the floor! The masked man leaps the barricade and high tails it so fast that nobody has a hope of catching him.
Torres: Patti Rose has been ELIMINATED!
Taj: How unfair! Patti has been eliminated by nefarious means?
America: So that masked person is named Nefarious?
Rei Park seems perplexed by what just happened, but she shrugs and returns to business. Rei turns around and suddenly, she is face to face with Mark Storm! Rei doesn't think too hard about it before she launches a blistering right hand, but Storm telegraphs it and ducks under and stuns Rei with a back kick. Silas Jessup cuts in and seizes the moment with a clubbing blow to Storm's back. Rei Park rolls out of harm's way, and straight into a spear tackle from Nina Stokes!
Storm and Jessup are over in the corner, trying to get each other over the top rope but neither are having any success. Stokes hauls Rei back to her feet and she smiles as she takes a look over at Jessup and Storm jostling. Then she looks back at Rei, dazed, and she seems to get a lightbulb moment. Before Rei Park can do anything about it, Nina Stokes has picked her up and hurtled Rei Park right at Jessup and Storm, hoping to kill three birds at once! However, Storm spots it and delivers a back elbow to get rid of Silas before he drops down, dragging down the top rope and allowing Rei to simply sail right over them.
Torres: Rei Park has been ELIMINATED!
America: Poor little Garden Snake Princess just can’t catch a break. I can’t believe that Rei is a former Pride Champion!
It's newcomer Tingle's time to show how opportunistic, albeit athletic, he can be as he comes in from out of nowhere and sends Silas over the top with a cactus clothesline. Chip, however, cleverly hooks the rope, stopping himself from going to the floor. Chip lands on the apron instead.
Torres: Silas Jessup has been ELIMINATED!
Without a second of warning, Nina Stokes lets out a roar and launches a superkick at Tingle to send him flying off the apron, but Chip reels out of the way and Nina is left posted on the top rope! The crowd laughs loudly as Chip starts shaking the rope up and down causing all kinds of problems for Nina. But a dropkick to the back of Nina finally puts her out of her misery, sending her to the floor.
Torres: Nina Stokes has been ELIMINATED!
Taj: Chip Tingle is on fire!
America: I think Chip is my pick to win this thing. As a matter of fact, after this match I’m going out to the merch tables and picking up a couple of Chipmania shirts!
Taj: We are down to the final two. One of these men will be thrown over the top rope and the other will receive a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship opportunity.
The crowd are truly alive now, as Chip doesn't wait a second. He hauls Storm up to his feet and Tingle pastes him with a series of rights and lefts. Storm is able to counter and ROCK Tingle with a short arm lariat which turns him inside out. Chip seems to be done for as Mark drags him back up, but Chip evades the flying knee aimed for his head! Mark spills against the ropes, reeling from the impact. Tingle does not waste a second, looking to win this match with another high impact clothesline….but STORM CATCHES HIM WITH A RELEASE OVERHEAD SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Torres: Chip Tingle has been ELIMINATED! Your winner and receiving a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship opportunity….Mark Storm!!
Taj: Mark has done it! He has defeated…
America: …outlasted…
Taj: …eight other competitors and will secure a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match!
America: Great….you know how many selfies of him we’re going to see on Twitter now?!
The fans begin to rumble with confusion. The arena goes dark along with the dark screen, making it completely dark. The commentators microphones seem to have turned off. Its this silence that causes a feeling of fear and worry for everyone inside the arena, making the fans extremely unsettled. However, the dark screen starts to brighten. It doesn’t show much, the area still dark with nothing but cold concrete walls and floor. But there is something that catches the viewer's eyes. A figure... a familiar figure, dressed in all black with a black mask. The fans instantly boo at the figure's appearance, knowing that it was the same manly figure that was seen earlier tonight during the battle royal. However, the static sound begins to reappear. The sounds intensify as the camera begins to zoom in to the figure, who seems to jerk in an uncanny manner.
Once the last few words appeared on screen, the silence instantly resumes. The figure nods his head upward, his face still being covered, as he begins to speak. However, the tone is distorted, hiding the masked man’s true voice.
??: I’ve left for not more than a few months, and its obvious my presence is missed. One match and the impact I left was bigger than anyone has ever made in this entire industry. An impact of stardom, the clear cut vision of what the future could look like. One match, that was all it took. But I had to remind you all of what you were missing, since you all couldn't truly see it for yourselves. I knew a simple return wouldn’t catch your attention… your minds wouldn’t truly appreciate it if I did. So, I took drastic measures. No hard feelings, but I acquired my target, and I took charge. Now, I’m the talk of the night. I’m the conversation. Me… The Prodigy.
Almost instantly, the man steps into the little light that is shown. Taking off his mask slowly, blonde locks flop out from the restraints of the mask and hood. Pulling the hood down now completely, the man is revealed. The man himself, the man who made one appearance, and made an impact. The Prodigy, Daniel Wolf. He’s met with a mix of cheers and boos, before the arena collectively agrees to all boo the returning wrestler. Daniel speaks once again, this time, his voice at his normal frequency.
Daniel Wolf: The Prodigy is the future of this company. One match, and I impressed everyone. You would be a liar if you said you don't remember what I have to offer. You all saw what I’m capable of, and you can’t deny the raw talent I acquire. I’ve been raised by generations of confidence and poise in my faily, but even they don’t possess the traits that I was born with. Raw… talent. But you all couldn’t see it, you couldn’t see the Prodigy’s clear destiny. You were all blinded by the fools on this roster, that you couldn’t concentrate on the real danger I am to everyone on this roster. So, I had to take matters into my own hands. I had to be the one to break the truth to you all, which is the future of wrestling has returned. Daniel Wolf is back to continue the impact he had already dented in this business months ago. Patti Rose, don’t take it personal, but you were just a pawn in my triumph homecoming. You were a mere subject in my plan, and it worked exactly how I imagined, because now? Now Daniel Wolf is the name of the future. Daniel Wolf is going to be the name talked about all over the press and newsletters, because tonight.. Legendary 30.. was HIS night. Tonight.. Will forever be remembered as the day the Prodigy made his mark… and this is just the beginning. The beginning of…
HIS Road of Glory.
Once again we go to the ring and there is a red velvet carpet covering the ring mat. The fans, knowing what was going to take place, began to give mixed emotions about the show which was about to happen. ”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender began to play over the pa system then and out walked Justice Cross. Stepping onto the top of the ramp she smirked a bit before pointing to the fans. Justice started making her way down to the ring giving some of the fans their high fives along the way. When she got down to the ring area she went up the steel steps and walked halfway onto the apron. Instead of how she would normally flip herself over the top rope she stepped between the ropes going to the chairs. Picking up her mic she would look around at the fans and placed it up to her lips.
Justice Cross: Last month at Legendary you all saw myself and Brianna in a match against The Fallen Angels for their One Wrestle tag team titles. And during this match there was something else that happened.
Listening to the fans reacting she held the mic down nodding her head a few seconds. She then put it back up to her lips.
Justice Cross: Zak Slovak happened. He showed up out of nowhere during our match and he attacked both myself and Brianna only me more so than Brie. So that’s why I sent him a formal invitation to be on my show tonight. Now I don’t know if he has accepted it or not so let’s find out because you see Zak, I know you are in the back and I know you can hear me. What’s it going to be? You can either come out here or you can be a coward and hide in the back.
She holds the mic down looking up the ramp as Bite your head off hits the sound system. A round of loud booooing can be heard as the Bitchfinder General slowly saunters out onto the ramp. Slovak totally ignores the fans on his way down the ramp, opting to pace down to the ring and simply leap over the top rope. Zak is armed with his usual Shure Super 55 mic, which he pulls out of his pocket and turns on. He looks up into the stands and signals for his music to cut out as he holds his custom mic up to speak.
Zak Slovak: Well, Ma'am. I guess you be gettin' that answer you've been bugging me for, huh? Here I am in this ring right in your dang face.
Zak snarls, looking around the arena as the fans are loud with their booing. He then smirks as he asks them a rather condescending question.
Zak Slovak: Do y'all kiss ya mothers with them mouths, huh?
More booing follows. A season ticket holder starts a "SLOVAK SUCKS" chant, and it quickly catches on.
Zak Slovak: Oh go get another hot dog, fat boy..
The booing grows louder, promoting Zak to smirk somewhat evilly at Justice, giving her a gesture as if to say, 'as you were.'
Justice Cross: So I guess I should at least say thanks for showing up. But I’m going to cut the formalities and we are going to get right to it because you see Zak, I have questions and you hold the answers to them.
Zak shrugs, waving his hand as if to gesture for Justice to get on with it.
Zak Slovak: What, are ya bringing back Jeopardy or summink? C'mon, out with it!
Justice Cross: Sit your ass down young man.
Pointing to the chair which she had set up for him, Justice would move to her own and sit down glaring at him.
Justice Cross: So as I was saying, you came out and you attacked me at Legendary 29. You don’t know me and I don’t know you so why do it?
Zak completely ignored the chair.
Zak Slovak: Ya see, Justice. It ain't on me that ya happened to piss someone off to the point where they sent for the Bitchfinder General, ya know. I am merely the Bitchfinder General.
Zak smirks out of the side of his mouth as he looks Justice up and down before looking around the audience.
Zak Slovak: I guess the General done found himself a bitch after all, eh?
Zak smiles as he gets a boo for this.
Justice Cross: This is MY show and you will respect me on it. As far as calling me a bitch, well sweetheart, you have no idea of the things I can do. Am I bitch? Yeah to those who deserve it. So I guess if you don’t want things to happen to you, because I know some people, then you’ll tell me what I want to know!
Smirking a bit she looked out to the crowd laughing now. Zak laughed louder than the crowd possibly could. Right into the microphone. Deep, belly laughs that seem to go on forever. Slowly, but surely, he steps toward Justice as he holds his side and hollers into the mic.
Zak Slovak: …..
Trying to speak, Zak can't quite manage it. The laughter continues. There is even a knee slap. Then, suddenly, Zak stands tall and looks Justice right in her face, deadpan.
Crowd: Woah!
Zak Slovak: Oh, things will happen to me, will they Ms. Cross? Do you even KNOW who I am? You can't make that kind of threat to a man of my stature, and expect me to take you freaking seriously anymore. Let me spell it out for you.
Zak takes a breath. He looks around. He's not so easy about being so plain about things, especially when the spotlight is on him.
Zak Slovak: My services? They go to the highest bidder. I don't have quite the horse in the race that you think I do, Ms. Cross. I do, however, know what I'm doing, what I want, how to get it and how to do it. You found out first hand last month!
Zak shakes his head slowly.
Zak Slovak: I really can't make it any plainer for you. And nor am I about to reveal the name of my client. Confidentiality, and all that jazz. I'm sure you understand.
Zak pretends to file his nails as he says the last line, and the crowd definitely dislikes him for his matter of fact manner. Justice would look around before looking back to Slovak. Taking a step back she took a deep breath and stared down at the mat holding the mic up to her lips once more looking back to him.
Justice Cross: I’m sorry Zak. I honestly didn’t ask you to be on this show to fight with you. I asked you to be on it because I thought we could be civilized adults and talk about this and then you would tell me who hired you. I think maybe I should just go to the back.
Zak shrugs.
Zak Slovak: Oh, we can do all of that! I just ain't about to tell ya who sent me, Justice. I mean, if ya got the gumption to have yer own talk show, I'm sure ya got it in ya to figure it out for ya self, lady!
Zak turns to head off, still shrugging.
Zak Slovak: Hey, I don't really need any of this because ya know, I'm about to take on ya girl Brianna one on one. So if ya don't mind.
Zak pauses, and he looks around the arena for a few seconds. The fans are cheering at the idea at the upcoming match, and Zak lets it sink in a bit before he grins wryly.
Zak Slovak: Actually, you might even wanna stick around for that, Cross. If ya dare!
Zak points to the big screen. The camera zooms in briefly and it pans around the arena.It shows a tweet in which Justice dares Zak to be here at Legendary 31. It shows for just long enough so that everyone would see it. She quickly looked to him after seeing her tweet being shown on the screen then out to the fans in attendance before looking back to him. This time she would go stand toe to toe with him as she held that mic back up.
Justice Cross: You want me to stick around, that's fine. But it’s going to be from right over there.
She would point to the commentary table as she said that.
Justice Cross: Oh one more thing. You can tell that smug son of a bitch that hired you that you didn’t get the job done he sent you to do which means you should probably give him his money back. Because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m still standing, I’m cleared to be in the ring, and I didn’t run.
She puts the mic down to her side and reaches her other hand in the air. She brings it near his face as if she were going to slap him but stops before doing it. Tilting her head she got a smirk on her face before pointing once again to the commentary table telling him off mic she would be there watching. Walking to the ropes with that mic in hand, she stepped through and was helped down to the floor. She made her way to the chair that was empty and sat down in it turning her mic off and placing it on the table.[/font]
Taj: This should be a barnburner of a match as Brianna Matthews looks to gain a measure of revenge for her best friend, Justice Cross, against Zac Slovak, the man who brutally assaulted Justice at Legendary Twenty-Nine.
America: I thought Justice was going to be joining us but it looks like she’s all talked out from her Justice 4 All episode. Probably for the better anyway.
The Fargo crowd quickly gets behind Brianna Matthews the second the bell chimes. She gets stuck into Zak Slovak with brutal fast rights. Zak has no answer except to try to parry the blows, but Brianna takes control when she scores a kick to the gut and a knee right between the eyes. Brianna takes off towards the ropes and comes back looking for a lariat, but Zak ducks under and hits the ropes himself. Zak is able to think quick and leap over Matthews' attempted low angle dropkick. Rebound once more and Matthews spots the opportunity to springboard, looking to coming back at Slovak with her tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Zak manages to throw Brianna back around and bring her down over his knee with a sickening looking uranage backbreaker! Zak cuts her down by showing his agility, managing swing around and drop the leg over Brianna's chest and going for the cover
One…
Two…Brianna gets the shoulder up.
Taj: Zak seemingly using this match to exhibit the punishment he plans to mete out upon Justice in the near future.
America: I’m really curious who the mysterious benefactor is that put this bounty upon Justice’s head?
Zak is frustrated, and he wraps his hands around the throat of Matthews, pinning her shoulders to the mat and getting a BOOO as he only relinquishes the illegal move at the very last possible second. Zak easily hauls Brianna back to her feet, and he gets a further BOO as he launches her across the ring with a beal toss, sending her flying into the opposing corner. Running face wash attempt but Brianna rolls out of the way, leaving Zak to run into the ring post instead! Brianna hits a basement Russian leg sweep to Slovak, getting a decent pop as she covers.
One…
T..kick out!
Slovak is so furious that he shoves Brianna clean off him before the two count, having her go airborne and accidentally collect the referee full across the chest, sending the official down hard! As Brianna clears the cobwebs, Zak notices the refs position and cusses out loud before kicking the ropes in anguish. Zak shakes his head as he hauls Brianna up and drills her with a kick to the gut. The crowd doesn't seem pleased as Zak hauls a semi conscious Brianna up for his sh*t on the liver, but…the fans CHEER as Justice jumps up from the commentary table and slides in the ring, quickly sweeping Zak's legs with a basement dropkick, causing him to fall to his knees and release Brianna who falls behind him. Zak is dazed, trying to get back up, and Justice pounces with a running Lights Out on Slovak!
Taj: Justice has just taken out Zak!
America: Not like no way saw that coming!
Zak is almost vertical as his head collides with the canvas and he falls limp. Justice laughs out loud as she dives out of the ring and holds her arms up high as she makes her way back up the ramp. Brianna gets it together and manages to wake the referee before hitting a standing moonsault on Slovak for good measure, and hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match….Brianna Matthews!
Taj: Brianna has exacted a measure of revenge in the name of Justice Cross!
America: Oh you know when Zak comes to, he’s going to be majorly pissed!
Broadcasting LIVE August 15th, 2022
We fade in backstage to the loading dock, where we find the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, sitting on a pair of equipment crates bearing the 1WM logo. Damon has his championship belt draped over his shoulder, while Aurora has hers draped across her lap. Damon glares into the camera, while Aurora leans back, staring into the distance.
Aurora Graves: Strike 2 Kill…
She keeps her gaze fixed as Damon hops down from his perch, the soles of his boots landing heavy on the ground as he lands.
Damon Graves: An up and coming tag team with loads of untapped potential…
Aurora Graves: But, you see, there’s a big problem.
Now, Mrs. Graves turns to face the camera, her eyes narrowed in mild disgust as her lips curl into a sneer.
Damon Graves: Two of them, actually: Eric and Dexter Calloway.
Aurora takes hold of her belt, hopping down from her crate to stand beside her husband.
Aurora Graves: Do you honestly believe that the Headhunters have YOUR best interests at heart?
She scoffs, and she and Damon both shake their heads.
Damon Graves: Newsflash, they don’t. The Headhunters have always looked out for themselves, even when they rolled with the Kali Kingpins All this bullshit of turning over a new leaf and “trying to save the tag team division” is just a smokescreen. All that bullshit with Sandra was just another way to fuck with Erick St. John. And of course, it failed miserably.
Aurora Graves: But that’s about all of the oxygen we’re going to waste on those two tools, because tonight’s not about them. It’s about you trying to take from us what we’ve worked our asses off to get back, and that’s the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Championships.
They both look at the center plates of their respective championship belts, each running a hand across their surfaces as they turn their attention back to the camera.
Damon Graves: You’ve made a big deal out of the fact that you have all of these matches lined up at all of these different companies, as if that means a damn thing to us. If you want to spread yourselves so thin that you’re fucking transparent, that’s on you. We don’t “collect” championships, we defend the ones we have. We’re focused on these belts right here…
Damon holds his belt up, gazing proudly toward it as Aurora raises hers as well. They linger there for a moment before lowering the straps down to their shoulders.
Aurora Graves: Not trying to spread our business all over the place. Some people may be impressed by the number of straps you carry, but not us. We look at it this way: the more things you try to focus on, the easier it is to blow your concentration.
Damon Graves: Are we taking you lightly? No, we aren’t. Taking ANY team lightly is a surefire way to become EX-champions, and neither of us are that stupid.
Aurora shakes her head, a smirk sneaking across her face.
Aurora Graves: So Richardson… Watson… think of tonight’s match as a teachable moment. The Fallen Angels are going to teach you that coming after OUR titles is never an easy task….
Damon nods his head in agreement.
Aurora Graves: And that goes for anyone else watching this match, as well. So here’s to Erick beating the snot out of Malibu Barbie…
Damon snickers at the comment.
Damon Graves: And to us showing Strike 2 Kill that collecting belts doesn’t make you a champion.
The pair take their championship belts and tap the center plates together in a sort of toasting motion before Damon covers up the lens with his free hand. By the time he moves his hand and the camera once again catches the Champions in-frame, they have already begun walking away.
The match starts out as many anticipated… in an all out brawl as the two sides don’t even wait for the bell to finish echoing before meeting in the center of the ring. A&M Worldwide grab Kelli Saint by the hair and thrash her around as Jessica Anderson deals with Veronica Taylor and Nicole Smoak is trying to rip the hair from Christina Fierce’s head. Eventually, the brawling Jessica and Veronica roll out of the ring, falling to the arena floor as Alex and McKena step through the ropes to the ring apron after dumping Kelli over the top rope ala battle royal style. This leaves Nicole and Christina as the first batch of legal competitors… with Nicole mounting Christina after a Thesz press before bashing her head into the mat a couple of times. Eventually Nicole gets up and goes to pull Christina up as well, only to be met with a headbutt followed by a European uppercut. She then attempts to hit Nicole with a belly to belly suplex, getting so far as wrapping her arms around Nicole’s waist when the Jobber Mama delivers a stiff knee right to… well, her lady parts. Christina releases the hold, allowing Nicole to fire off a roundhouse kick that lands squarely on Christina's temple.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Everyone knew this match was going to be a straight war and it has definitely been that way so far!
America: I think it’s really unfair that the Royal Court have been subjected to the unbalanced booking here. This match shouldn’t even be taking place!
Nicole looks shocked… maybe at the fact that she almost had a three count or at the fact that Christina kicked out. Nicole then tries to lock in a grounded octopus stretch… but she’s unable to get it completely locked in. Christina is able to push her way out of the predicament and both women get back up to their feet with Christina just a bit faster. This allows Christina to boot Nicole in the stomach before hitting her with Book of Fierce (full nelson facebuster)! She goes for a cover but the referee barely squeaks out a 2 count before Alex Reeves rushes in and boots her in the back, interrupting the count. Veronica tries to intercept Alex but is met with a judo throw. Christina fights up to her feet, clutching the spot on her lower back where Alex booted her. She briefly argues with Alex before she too is met with a judo throw. Alex then drags Nicole over towards their team’s corner.
The fans are cheering very loudly as all three members of “Team Face” have their arms outstretched, waiting for the tag from Nicole who is VERY slowly using the ropes to pull herself up to be able to tag one of them in. She lurches forward and slaps someone’s hand, not knowing who it was, before Alex comes charging back into the match (this time legally) just as Christina is able to tag in Kelli Saint.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!!
The two women meet in the center of the ring in a flurry of kicks and strikes, reminiscent of the beginning of the match. At one point, Kelli fires off an elbow smash that sends Alex into the ropes. But when Alex comes rebounding back, Kelli attempts a snapmare driver that fails when Alex counters and instead hits Kelli with a hip toss before dropping a leg directly across Kelli’s throat. Kelli sputters as she rolls around before Alex catches her with a series of mounted strikes. Alex gets to her feet and approaches the ropes before she sizes Kelli up, looking back before quickly jumping up and hitting a springboard moonsault. But at the last second, Kelli gets her knees up and as Alex comes down, she drives them up into her abdomen.
Taj: Keli displaying that veteran wherewithal.
America: And Alex actually had the never to tell Kelli she was a nobody…
The referee starts counting both women down as they slowly get up to their feet. They both manage to beat the count before Alex kicks Kelli in the side of her knee. Alex stumbles to her corner as Kelli does the same. The stereo tags bringing Veronica and McKena into the match also brings in Jessica and both she and McKena take the fight to Veronica very fiercely. They hits Veronica with stereo dropkicks before McKena yanks her up and hits a monkey flip, giving Jessica the chance to hit her with a spinning heel kick after she gets back up. McKena gets on her hands and knees as Veronica falls back, tripping her up. The referee tells the two that one of them has to get out and Jessica puts up a bit of a fight before relenting and getting back out onto the ring apron. McKena doesn’t hold back, grabbing Veronica and pulling her back up. Veronica is able hit McKena with an eye rake before the latter has a chance to react. She then fires off a spinning wheel kick before following it up with a posing elbow drop. Veronica pulls McKena up to her feet and is quick to be met with Antihero Drop (Inverted DDT) from McKena.
Before either legal competitor has a chance to react, the other five competitors “clear the benches” and converge in the center of the ring for yet another drag em out brawl! It is nothing short of pure chaos as Jessica and Nicole hit Kelli with a double dropkick that sends her flying through the ropes, allowing them to turn their attention to Christina who has Alex on her back. After a few moments of the faces using the numbers game to their advantage, the fans are erupting in a sea of very mixed reactions as Marie Laurant comes trucking down to the ring. She throws Nicole off of Veronica before hitting Alex with back to back superman punches. McKena gets up to her feet and throws Veronica into Marie to create some space, but she’s whipped hard into her own corner, allowing a blind tag from Jessica who sought solace on the apron when Marie Laurant entered into the match.
Taj: What in the world is Marie Laurant doing in there?!
America: It looks like she’s evening up the odds for the Royal Court! Good for her!
Jessica is slow to reenter the match as she and Marie keep a constant eye contact locked in. She goes to hit a dropkick on Marie, who only sidesteps it before grabbing a handful of Jessica’s hair, pulling her up to her feet. Marie doesn’t look pleased, practically seething as she mumbles something inaudible to Jessica as the British born superstar tries to pry Marie’s hands from her hair. Eventually Marie releases Jessica’s hair from her grasp… but Jessica doesn’t have a chance to react before Marie hits her with a double knee backbreaker, transitioning it into a crossface… a maneuver she calls Parisian Finish.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Kelli Saint, Christina Fierce and Veronica Taylor, the ROYAL COURT! And Marie Laurant.
Taj: Is Marie a legal participant of this match? Is the result official?
America: Herbert Torres called it, Taj, thus it’s official!
”Arsonist Lullabye” by Hozier plays as Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, the team known as Strike 2 Kill make their way out to the cheers of the crowd.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Brooklyn, New York….they are the challengers...Liam Richardson and Miles Watson…..STRIKKKKKEEEEE 2222222 KILLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides as Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels, with the titles around their waist, make their way down to the ring to the roar of the crowd.
Torres: And their opponents, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….they are the two-time current, reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions …they are Damon and Aurora Graves….THEEEEE FALLENNNNNNN ANGELSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: I’m really excited for this match, America. Strike 2 Kill has been making waves throughout the tag team wrestling world and are on the cusp of championship here in 1WM.
America: They’re alright. How they managed to cleanly defeat The Headhunters is beyond me. As far as the Fallen Angels, remember that soapbox I was on about wrestlers just tweeting selfies, well that’s better than not tweeting anything at all. As the champion of a company, you should be amongst the most outspoken on the roster. I expect so much more from ‘veterans”.
The camera centers on Eric and Dexter Calloway aka The Headhunters, seated in the front row. The fans continue to show their support for the champs. Aurora and Damon can’t help but smile. Miles Watson suddenly runs across the ring and blasts Aurora with a cheap shot that causes the fans to start booing. Miles grabs hold of Aurora and brings her back up to her feet. The referee calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Miles delivers an European uppercut. Aurora stumbles from the impact, but quickly recovers and charges at Miles! She hits him with a forearm smash that knocks Miles off balance! Aurora then bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Miles with a handspring back elbow smash---only to have Miles duck out of the way. Aurora crashes into the mat! Miles grabs her by the hair and repeatedly slams Aurora’s head into the mat – stopping only when the referee comes over and breaks up the count.
Taj: A very aggressive start to this match by Miles.
America: Even if it’s not guaranteed to work, I respect it as a strategy! He’s taking control and silencing the crowd!
Miles pops back up to his feet and looks to his corner for some advice from Liam. Aurora takes advantage by grabbing hold of Miles and rolling him up.
One…
Two…Miles powers out!
He pops back up to his feet as Aurora hits him with a series of quick strikes. She then grabs hold of Miles and tries to shoot him across the ring. Miles is able to reverse the attempt. Aurora crashes hard into the turnbuckle and slumps against it. Miles waits for a moment before running forward and trying for a clothesline in the corner! Aurora suddenly ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Miles crashes into the turnbuckle and before he can recover, is hit with a perfectly timed running hip attack in the corner! Miles falls forward as Aurora drops down on top of him for the cover.
One…
Two…Miles kicks out again!
Taj: Aurora has done a good job of using the fact that she’s a veteran to her advantage!
America: Aurora has had a lot of matches over her career and she’s putting everything that she learned to good use in this one!
Aurora grabs Miles by the head and drags him over to her corner of the ring---tagging Damon into the match. Aurora shoves Miles back into the turnbuckle and holds him there while Damon picks up speed! Damon comes into the corner and hits Miles with a crushing back elbow! Miles stumbles out of the corner as Damon grabs hold of him and delivers a swinging neckbreaker! Damon then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Miles powers out!
Miles pounds on the mat in frustration as Damon waits for him to start moving. Once he does, Damon runs forward and hits Miles with a running knee lift! Damon then rolls Miles over and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Damon grabs hold of Miles and slowly brings him back up to his feet. The male part of the Fallen Angels tries to get Miles into position for Broken Halo (double underhook brainbuster)---when Liam suddenly steps into the ring and hits Damon from behind! Damon stumbles away from Miles. Liam grabs Damon, spins him around, and delivers a vicious elbow strike that sends Damon to the mat. The referee comes over and gives Liam a warning. Liam calmly heads back to his corner of the ring. Meanwhile, Miles finally reaches his feet. He looks around the ring for a moment before grabbing hold of Damon---lifting him into the air and delivering a backbreaker! Miles then hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: Smart move earlier from Liam.
America: It wasn’t exactly ‘in the rules’ or anything, but Liam knew that her partner needed to be bailed out!
Liam Richardson calls Miles over for a tag, which Miles hesitates on doing. This, of course, gives Damon the opening he needs to pull himself back up to his feet. He grabs hold of Miles and spins him around, trying to get him into position for a DDT! Miles just barely shoves Damon away as Liam tags himself into the match. Liam charges into the ring and hits Damon with a big clothesline! He follows it up with a second before hoisting Damon onto his shoulders---slamming him down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Liam hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Damon kicks out!
Damon slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Liam hits him with a few quick forearm shots to wear him down before once again lifting Damon onto his shoulders. Damon frees himself with a series of elbow shots before landing on the mat behind Liam! He rolls the challenger up.
One…
Two
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Damon tries to lock Liam into Luck Runs Out (inside toe hold inverted figure four leglock), but Liam kicks himself out of Damon’s grasp before the hold can be locked in! In the front row Eric and Dexter cheer on the action.
Taj: These two are having themselves a nice little match now…
America: And The Headhunters are enjoying every second of this!
The fans are on their feet, showing their support for Damon. He smiles and briefly enjoys the crowd reaction before closing the gap between himself and Liam. Damon tries to wear Liam down with a few quick strikes, but Liam responds by shoving Damon away. Damon recovers and catches Liam with a knee strike! Liam stumbles around before Damon grabs him and tries to get Liam into position for a sit-out neckbreaker! Liam spins Damon around and tries to hit him with an elbow strike like earlier in the match---Damon ducks underneath this one! He leaps into the air and catches Liam by surprise with a backstabber into a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Damon quickly heads over to his corner of the ring and tags Aurora into the match. Aurora slingshots herself over the ropes and lands on Liam with a senton! She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Some very impressive teamwork from the Fallen Angels in this one! When given the chance, they consistently show the world why they deserve to be champions!
The crowd starts to chant for Aurora as she turns and gives her hips a quick shake! The fans get even louder in showing Aurora their support. Aurora waits until Liam is almost back up on his feet before leaping into the air and trying to send him crashing to the mat with a fameasser! Liam ducks out of the way and Aurora hits the mat, ass first! Her eyes go wide in pain as Liam grabs hold of her and tries to wrestle Aurora into position for a sleeper hold. Aurora grabs hold of the ropes before Liam can lock it in. The referee forces Liam to back away from Aurora as Aurora keeps a grip on the ropes, refusing to let go of them for anything. Damon tries to encourage her as Liam takes a few steps back toward his corner of the ring. Miles takes advantage of this opening to tag himself into the match.
Taj: It looks like Miles is done waiting…
Miles makes her way over to Aurora. He grabs her by the hair and drags her up to her feet---hitting Aurora in the mouth with a hard right hand. He then lifts Aurora into the air over his head---dropping her down to the mat with a press slam!
Taj: Well, that’s impressive!
Before Aurora can pull herself back up to her feet, Miles places a foot on the back of her head. He rubs Aurora’s face into the mat and then drops to the mat. He then drops down to the mat and tries to lock Aurora into a crossface---struggling with the hold for just a moment. Miles finally locks it in, but Aurora is easily able to grab hold of the ropes; albeit barely. Liam yells for Miles to pull Aurora away from the ropes, while Damon yells to distract Miles. Miles releases the hold and gets in Damon’s face to yell at him. Damon refuses the back down as he calls for the fans to boo Miles---which they do without hesitation! Damon continues to mock Miles as Liam yells for Miles to focus before getting annoyed and stepping into the ring! He runs across the ring to break up the conversation between Miles and Damon. Damon suddenly smirks and pulls down on the ropes---sending Liam to the floor. Damon follows him out.
Taj: Miles got caught up in the trash talk and now Damon and Liam are on the floor!
America: And look at Aurora!
Miles mumbles under his breath and turns around to face Aurora. The female part of the Fallen Angels charges forward and hits Miles with Devil Trigger (Botox Injection)! She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winners of this match...AND STILL the 1WM Tag Team Champions….The Fallen Angels!!!
Taj: Miles’s inexperience was on full display and Damon showed some very good ring awareness.
America: Goddamn it…the champs retain!
All attention turns to the entrance stage as the Royal Court, Marie Laurant, Christina Fierce, Veronica Taylor, and Kelli Saint, come out and stare down at the ring.
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THE ROYAL COURT DOING OUT HERE?!
America: Hopefully coming down to bash all these bums in the ring!
Liam and Damon get back into ring and stand unified with their respective partners. The two collectives engage in an intense staredown. The Fargo crowd buzzing with anticipation of an inevitable clash.
Taj: Are we about to have another handicap match?
America: I hope so because this time the advantage goes out to the Royal Court.
The Royal Court begins to make their way down the ramp as the good guys beckon them to bring it. Suddenly the Headhunters jump over the railing and slide into the ring to stand alongside Strike 2 Kill and the Fallen Angels!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE ERIC AND DEXTER DOING?! NO, NO, NO!!
Seeing the numbers no longer in their favor, the Royal Court back up the ramp, cursing at the group in the ring.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where we see the Rogue Horsemen’s, Zach Rhodes, leaving a room with a very proud look on his face as he then starts to walk off, whistling as the camera pulls back to show us a sign on the door that he just closed which reads “Control Room”.
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Torres: The following LEGENDARY THIRTY MAIN EVENT is a CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL OR SUBMISSION 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. Who sauntered out onto the age. The statuesque blonde soon removes her title from her waist and raises it high in the air as she 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 Pride of 1WM Champion then places the title back on her shoulder taking the time to taunt the fans, the Malibu Native even given them the talk to the hand and taking the time to point and laugh at them. Before maintaining her gaze towards the ring.
Bianca soon climb up the ring steps one after the other 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…hailing from Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches…she is representing The Royal Court….she is the two-time Pride of 1WM Champion….she is The Queen…BIANCCCCCCCAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Probably one of the most despised women in 1WM history is very high on herself right now.
America: Why shouldn’t she be, Taj? She has her closest friend back together to watch her back. She dispatched of that pretender Keon Suggs while at the same time gaining the Pride title back for the second time. The world is hers!
The arena lights go dark and “Axel F” by Crazy Frog begins to play. The crowd is unsure of who’s music this is and stares at the entrance stage in silence.
Taj: I’m unsure what this is about, America? Do you see anything on your match notes?
America: I have no idea what’s going on either!
A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Erick St. John stands in the middle of it looking to the back trying to figure out why this song is being played instead of his music. The crowd explodes in cheers upon seeing ESJ nonetheless. After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome and giving up on figuring out the music screw up, 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: Coming to the ring 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 the two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…. The First Amongst Equals….ERICCCCKKKKK STTTTTTTT. JOHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: We were speaking of wrestlers on a high, there is possibly no one right now on a bigger high than the man known as ESJ! He finally got over the Jacob Striker hurdle and successfully gained the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship for the second time. He is expecting his first child and got engaged to his ex-wife again.
America: A real Young and the Restless life story for Erick. For a forty year old man you’d think he’d have his life better situated at this point.
Taj: I have official word that this match IS NOT for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. Earlier tonight Erick challenged that every match should be for the title.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons hits over the PA System as both Bianca and Erick immediately turn their attention to the entrance. “Ya Girl” Q steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. Completely oblivious to the reaction Q makes her way over to the commentary booth with a huge smile on her face.
Taj: Well this is a HUGE surprise!
America: Really, Taj? It says right here on the show notes that we'll be joined by Q for the main event.
In the ring, Bianca eyes Erick intensely as the two stand across from each other.
DING DING DING!!!
Bianca immediately dives at Erick’s leg, trying to take him down. Erick fights her off, but Bianca holds onto his leg, causing Erick to hop on one leg. Bianca chops Erick across the chest and then chops him again and then a third time…
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
…before dropping Erick’s leg and clotheslining him. Bianca stays on top of Erick, grabbing his head and pushing him back into the ropes. Bianca whips him to the other side of the ring and goes for another clothesline, but Erick ducks and runs to the ropes. Bianca turns and quickly runs behind him however, catching him in a waist lock. Bianca looks to hit a German suplex, but Erick holds onto the ropes, causing Bianca to roll backwards onto her feet. Erick spins and knees Bianca in the stomach before pushing her into the ropes and whipping her to the other side of the ring. Bianca holds on to the ropes. Erick runs at her, but Bianca catches him with a kick to the face. Erick runs at Bianca, who pulls the top rope down, sending Erick over the top rope! Erick holds on, bringing himself up on the apron, as Bianca runs and bounces off the ropes and then drills Erick with a kick to the face, sending him to the outside!
Taj: This Contest of Champions match has started off with a great deal of intensity from both champions.
America: But especially from the Pride Champion Bianca!
Q: There’s a reason why Bianca is a member of the Samson Family. Well, I mean sometimes I forget about that due to the fact that she only reps the Samson name when it benefits her. Most of the time it’s her desire to get the Royal Court or whatever her delinquent friends call themselves.
Bianca slides out of the ring as Erick gets to his feet. Bianca grabs Erick and plants him with a snap suplex! Erick grips his back in pain before Bianca grabs Erick, lifts him, and snaps off a second snap suplex! Erick’s face shows all the pain as he tries to move away from Bianca, using the barricade to get to his feet. Bianca grasps Erick’s head and spins him around, ramming his back into the side of the ring!
Bianca then rolls Erick back into the ring. Bianca climbs onto the ring apron and then up to the top rope. She spins and then goes for a high angle moonsault but Erick moves out of the way at the last second! Bianca recovers however, landing on her feet. Erick scrambles up to the corner while Bianca runs in and starts to drill him with slaps! Erick stumbles out and gets hit with a roundhouse kick to the head. The Pride Champ then runs in and blasts the World Champ with a knee kick to the face. Bianca hooks the leg with a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…Erick gets the shoulder up!
America: My girl Bianca is a woman on a mission here tonight!
Q: But what does she actually gain here tonight? A sense of pride? Get what I did there? You know this match shouldn’t even be taking place. It should be Ya Girl Q challenging and winning the 1WM World Heavyweight Title.
Bianca grabs Erick from behind and locks him in a chickenwing crossface! Erick’s eyes widen as he fights to get to his feet. When he does, Erick runs backward, crushing Bianca into the corner. Bianca loses her grip and Erick blasts her with back elbows! Bianca is a little stunned as Erick runs to the opposite corner. He leaps up into the air and drills Bianca with a sharp elbow to the face. Erick whips Bianca into the opposite corner. Bianca puts the brakes on, putting her feet up on the middle turnbuckle, but Erick catches her and plants her to the mat with a German suplex!
Bianca grips her head as Erick grabs her arm and drags her to her feet before blasting her with a clothesline! Erick keeps hold of Bianca’s arm and brings Bianca up again before taking her out with a second clothesline! Erick shakes his head, keeping his grip on Bianca’s arm and bringing her up to her feet again before turning Bianca inside out with a third clothesline! Erick goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…Bianca gets the shoulder up!
Taj: The World Heavyweight Champion responding with some intensity of his own and we’ve got ourselves a match, folks!
Q: If you call that intensity. I mean take a look at the German suplex. It was sloppy. And why did it take three clotheslines to keep Bianca down? If I were out there it would have been one clothesline and they wouldn’t be getting back up. There’s a reason I’m THE Premier Athlete and… well… they are just there.
Erick drags Bianca up by the head before chopping him across the chest!
Crowd: Wooo!
Erick chops Bianca a second time and then a third time, backing up Bianca against the ropes.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
America: Hey why didn’t anyone point out Chris Slayton and the Rogue Horsemen sitting in the first row? It looks like they’re cheering on Bianca.
Taj: It totally slipped my mind. But though Chris and Bianca have had their issues over in Pro Wrestling Nova, Chris has made it public that he is here to support a PWN champion which Bianca currently is.
Erick whips Bianca to the other ropes. Erick lifts Bianca up on his shoulders on the rebound, looking for a Samoan drop, but Bianca elbows Erick in the side of the head and then drops down to her feet. Bianca goes for a heel kick but Erick ducks underneath. Erick lifts Bianca up for a backdrop, but Bianca lands on her feet behind Erick, grabbing him in a full Nelson and snapping off a full Nelson legsweep! Bianca rolls Erick over for a cover.
One…
Two…Erick kicks out!
Bianca waits for Erick to get up and then goes to hit him with a rolling elbow. Erick blocks it and responds with a spinning back fist! Erick runs, bounces off the ropes, and takes Bianca down with a shoulder tackle! Bianca stumbles into Erick’s grasp who lifts her high into the air before planting her with a spinning backdrop! Erick looks to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He dives off, hitting a diving elbow drop!
America: How “macho” of him.
Taj: It’s not often that ESJ goes up to the high rent district!
Q: He probably shouldn’t either. It looked horrible. I mean, come on. Minimal effort doesn’t get you anywhere. And yet this guy is the champ?
The crowd pops for this as Erick pounds his chest, feeding their frenzy! Erick waits for Bianca to get up. He then kicks her in the stomach and goes to set her up for a possible gutwrench move. Bianca spins out of it, kicks Erick in the stomach, and tries to set him up for a DDT. Erick spins out, ends up behind Bianca, and snaps off an exploder suplex! Erick goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Erick brings Bianca to her feet and shoves her shoulder first into the turnbuckle corner. Erick blasts Bianca with a right hand and then a second, and then a third! Erick lifts Bianca up onto the top turnbuckle. Erick climbs up onto the top turnbuckle with Bianca, trying to set her up for a superplex. Bianca punches Erick in the side, hitting him with closed fists in the rib cage. Erick tries to fight back, lifting Bianca, but Bianca hangs on, reversing the momentum and throws Erick back down onto the mat! Bianca stands up and then dives off the top rope, nailing Erick with a diving senton! Bianca watches as Erick rolls holding his stomach. Bianca bounces off the ropes and snaps off Beautiful Boot (big boot), driving Erick’s face to the mat! Bianca hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Bianca grabs Erick by the head while grounded and begins to drill him with right hand after right hand after right hand, before letting Erick’s head drop to the mat. Bianca stares intensely as Erick stumbles to his feet. Bianca grabs him from behind and sets him up for Crowned (Implant DDT) but Erick rolls through and surprises her with a rollup!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here is your winner of the Contest of Champions….the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…. Erick St. John!!
Taj: Whoa!
America: What just happened?!
Taj: ESJ just surprised Bianca out of nowhere with roll up and scored the victory!
Q: SEE!!! This is why Ya Girl Q should have gotten a shot at the 1WM World Heavyweight Title. I could have shown Bianca how it’s done. As a matter of fact, thank you for having THE Premiere Athlete but I must go now.
Bianca sits up, her expression shocked at what just happened. Erick rolls to the opposite corner of the ring. Ya Girl Q rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. She simply walks past Bianca and she’s still complaining about what just happened. Q sends her a scoffing glare as she approaches Erick. Stopping short Q gets a toothy smile on her face as she extends her hand out for a hand shake. Erick, not totally trusting Q, hesitates before accepting the handshake without qualm. Q even holds Erick’s hand up in the air to show off the winner of the Contest of Champions.
Taj: That was a very mature gesture by Q. I didn’t think she had it in her.
America: I think I’m going to be sick!
Q quickly turns and kicks Erick between the legs, dropping him to his knees. The crowd explodes in a collective jeer.
America: Or maybe I’m not! Good going, Q!
With Erick completely prone, Q grabs the tired and hurt Erick by the waist and lifts him up and over her head with Q’s Lament dropping him on the back of his neck. Q dusts off her hands as she walks towards Bianca.
Q: Now that is how it’s done. I’m Samson’s Golden Goose for a reason.
Without another word, Q exits the ring as a still stunned Bianca can only look on and a semi-conscious ESJ withers in the middle of the ring. The show fades to black.
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Gregory Murphy: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Heroes for Hire are at your service!
Following behind him are his clients the Strike 2 Kill duo of Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, both sporting their championship belts from other promotions; the SKYFIRE Tag Team Championships and the Zion Wrestling Trio's Championships. Whilst lingering behind them is Your Hero, and Mine - Mark Storm, who's also wearing shades like Murphy, dressed in his regular match gear however for his opening match bout, with his J-ROK Trio's Championship buckled around his waist. He smirks, as he joins his fellow stablemates alongside Gregory Murphy, who can't help smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Gregory Murphy: You know what time it is, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the best faction in professional wrestling today, to even out the playing fields... we're going for the full job tonight, all across the board - on all fronts... with tonight being one of the most significant nights in our groups history, as Strike 2 Kill challenge for the tag team titles later on tonight and Your Hero and Mine, has an opportunity to book himself a match for the World Heavyweight title, sometime down the line. There's a lot at play tonight, a lot to gain, with nothing really to lose... we're heading into this one confident because right now, my clients are in the best shapes of their lives and they've been ripping up shop everywhere they've been, you name it - they've already been there, shelling it down all year round!
Now we finally get the chance to turn the tides here in One Wrestle Movement and I've gotta admit, it's been a long time comin'. Tonight, we're taking our destiny into our own hands, and deciding our own fates! Tonight, the Heroes for Hire are rescuing this promotion from the reigns of The Fallen Angels, who have been honorable champions - but the time for change, has been calling! Tonight, YOUR Hero and MINE - cements his path to the World Heavyweight Championship... Tonight, is our night!
Watson takes a step into the forefront of the frame.
Miles Watson: So we've been here for a hot minute now... had our fair share of heartbreaks but we've head our triumphs too... and now, we've been presented an opportunity to challenge for the 1WM Tag Team Championships, against The Fallen Angels. I know a lot of people would've counted us out a few months ago but we've come a long way since then. Our last match against The Headhunters was one of our finest matches all year and it's led us to this moment, baby.
The Fallen Angels have been the champions for a hot minute too but like Greg said, we've been paving our way, taking down other contenders in order to get our foot in the door! Now our foots are in, we're not tryna pull out any-time soon... we're taking this, the opportunity, the moment and we're making it ours. Everybody wants to talk about us spreadin' ourselves too thin, but I don't see us slowing down - do you?
He looks around at his companions, all of whom shake their heads in disapproval.
Liam Richardson: Certainly not me.
Mark Storm: God, no.
Miles Watson: Exactly, and that's because we're on the top of our game, ready to put it all on the line, no matter the location. We're tryna cement our names in the archives of this business, it ain't gonna be no easy task but we're getting there. Brick by brick, match by match, accomplishment after accomplishment... we're coming for it all!
Stepping into the forefront of the frame is Liam Richardson.
Liam Richardson: I'll just get straight to it then, yeah - The Fallen Angels have been through The Headhunters, The Shinigami Foundation, The Vixens, American Carnage... they know what it takes to hold onto them titles, but we're nothing like any of your opponents you've faced before. We're an evolution of tag team wrestling, a combination of brute desire and talent, we're the epitome of fuckin' excellence. We never came to One Wrestle Movement to just be another team that floats in the background, sits around in catering waiting for a pay-cheque... no, we came here because we wanted to be the main team, driving this division - carrying those championships, as the greatest team in the world.
Richardson pauses, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
Liam Richardson: We're slowly reaching that status, but to get that, we're gonna need to add those titles to our accolades. There's teams that come here, try their luck but when shit doesn't go their way, they pick up their toys and head to the hills, because they can't hack it and never will. Us on the other-hand, we've had our fair share of losses. We've had our failures, we've had our downfalls, and each time we fell, we got ourselves back up, ready to fight and go again. We're not one to lay down and quit, we're gonna keep going until all of our goals are accomplished. And tonight, another goal is ticked off the list. Tonight, Strike 2 Kill make more history!
And as Richardson finishes his sentence, Your Hero and Mine walks into the center of the frame, with a smile etching onto his face.
Mark Storm: I don't know what tonight is going to entail exactly, all I know is that it's going to be fuckin' carnage and that I can't wait for it. I'll be honest, I haven't been doing the greatest as of late. I've been traveling a lot, going from show to show, from promotion to promotion, miss a flight - catch a flight, hours on the road, these guys keeping me company and getting me through my days, even when I don't particularly want to... but they pick me up, and keep me going, and tonight I honestly hope for the world and more for you guys, because you deserve it, more than anyone I know...
As for me on the other-hand, I've been on a bit of a journey myself. A journey of self-discovery, as I've been trying to really find out who I am, and what I stand for - because everything has become tainted in these last few months... I've been a shell of myself, a shadow of my former self, and I've been fighting my way back to consciousness, trying to find my way back to the real world and each time I've stepped in a 1WM ring, I've been sprung back into life, plunged into the deep-end and tonight is going to be no different.
Chip Tingle, Silas Jessup, Patti Rose, Nina Stokes, Blake Belladonna, Tim Brody, Aurora Master, Thomas Bane and Rei Park - all vying for the opportunity to challenge the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion... I'm dying for it too, to be honest with you - because that's the reason why I came here in the first place... to get myself one step close to this promotions most prized possession, I'll do everything in my power to do so, and if that means driving my knee through a few skulls, then so be it... I'll do whatever it takes and make sure that Your Hero and Mine, is the sole survivor.
The scene gradually fades.
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Live from the Bison Sports Arena in Fargo, North Dakota
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Live from the Bison Sports Arena in Fargo, North Dakota
The arena comes to life and the Fargo 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 THIRTY!!
America: Thirty shows of Legendary in is a HUGE milestone, Taj. I’m extremely impressed by what this company has done in three years running.
Taj: Tonight we have a ten person over the top rope battle royale where the winner will receive a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship at a future date.
America: Honestly no one in that cluster truly deserves a shot at the title. Simply tweeting pictures of yourself days on end isn’t going to get anyone that stand out spotlight. I mean it beats not promoting at all like some of them but damn come on man!
Taj: Tell us how you really feel, America.
America: Hell, if you really want me to, I'll drop names.
Taj: No, no, that won’t be necessary. The 1WM Tag Team Championship held by The Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves, will be contested against the upcoming Strike 2 Kill, LiamRichardson and Miles Watson.
America: Do I need to step back on my soapbox about nearly no one properly promoting anything?
Taj: Not at all. You’ve made it very clear where your position is upon the matter.
America: Good because if matches were decided upon promoting of said matches, no one would EVER win a match in this company!
Taj: In our main event, we have a Contest of Champions match where the Pride of 1WM Champion will face the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion. Both the two time Pride of 1WM Champion, Bianca Davis, and the two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Erick St. John, are riding a high going into this non-title match.
America: It’s no secret that I’m rooting for my girl, Bianca. I’m beyond happy that Jacob Striker isn’t holding the top strap anymore but now that ESJ has the title I can’t wait for him to lose it.
Taj: Besides those three matches we have two other matches and the third episode of Justice Cross’ “Justice 4 All”. It’s going to be a great night so let’s get started.
As soon as Taj and America complete their show intro, they are interrupted by the arena lights going dark and a single spotlight shining on the entrance stage.
America: What is this about, Taj?
Taj: Your guess is as good as mine, America.
In the spotlight is Sandra Rose, wearing a long flowing olive green dress, and holding a microphone.
America: Oh….it’s this bitch!
The Fargo crowd goes nuts for the blonde beauty who grins proudly at the pop as she raises the mic to her lips.
Sandra Rose: 1WM Faithful, allow me to introduce to you, YOUR NEW, two-time One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion, my fiancé, the First Among Equals… ERICK ST. JOHN!!!
E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” begins to haunt every crevice of the Bison Sports Arena. Erick St. John steps out from the back and into the spotlight. The new 1WM World Heavyweight Champion wears a long sleeve white shirt with a black tie under a black vest, black slacks, and shiny black shoes. The glistening 1WM World Title belt is neatly folded in his right hand like a fashion accessory as he looks out at the jam-packed arena. Erick smirks proudly as the Fargo crowd begins to chant his initials.
Crowd: ESJ! ESJ! ESJ!
The smirk turns into a smile then a grin as Erick takes Sandra by the hand and they walk together to the ring. The couple fist bump with some of the fans along the way.
Taj: It’s been over a month since we’ve seen from our new champ and I must say he’s healed well since defeating his rival, Jacob Striker, at Legendary Twenty-Nine.
Erick walks up the ring steps first and holds the ropes open for his pregnant fiancé. Once they are both in the ring, Sandra lets ESJ interact with the raucous crowd with a smile on her face. Erick gets up on each of the four turnbuckles and screams out some joyous expletives to the fans as he points to the championship belt in his hand.
America: I think I need a pee break…
The new 1WM Champion settles down momentarily and meets Sandra in the middle of the ring. The proud talent consultant claps for her beloved briefly before giving him the microphone she used for her introduction. Erick sneaks a kiss from Sandra before pacing around the center of the ring like a caged tiger. The hot mic catches the champion talking to himself.
Erick St. John: Holy shit…
The crowd hears him and responds back as Erick’s entrance music fades out.
Crowd: What?!
Erick stops in his tracks and smirks as he turns to look at the live camera.
Erick St. John: I said… HOLY SHIT!
The crowd explodes in laughter and support.
Erick St. John: HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT, FARGO! We did it!
The First Among Equals unfastens the championship belt and lifts it over his head. The crowd roars then starts to chant.
Crowd: You deserve it!
Erick slowly lowers the title and gazes at it momentarily.
Erick St. John: No, I don’t deserve this title. I fuckin’ EARNED this prestigious championship! You don’t face a maniacal talent like Jacob Striker three times and come out on top without being changed to the core. This World Heavyweight Championship came with loads of blood, sweat, and tears.
The champion looks up and out at the crowd.
Erick St. John: However, YOU, the One Wrestle Movement Faithful, DESERVE the “renaissance” this company is about to embark on! This championship is the dawn of a new era in 1WM!
The crowd pops loudly while Erick places the title belt over his shoulder. He starts his carnivorous pacing around the ring again.
Erick St. John: But before I get into my inaugural address… and I promise it won’t be a long diatribe about all my accomplishments in other promotions…
Erick stops and smirks devilishly at the live camera.
Erick St. John: … I need to thank a few people.
The new champion glares at the hot camera.
Erick St. John: Firstly, Mr. Diatribe himself, the Straight Shooter, Jacob Striker. Jacob, I may not care for how you conducted yourself as 1WM Champion by promoting your other contractual obligations instead of the company you were supposed to represent as World Champion, but when it came time to put up or shut up, you did! I’ve said it before, long after I hang it up, you will still be one of the pillars of the new generation of professional wrestlers. You are one sick bastard and one hell of a champion. THANK YOU for pushing me beyond my perceived limits inside and outside the ring. You have my respect.
The champion pauses momentarily then turns to Sandra who is behind him in one of the ring corners.
Erick St. John: Sandra, my gorgeous fiancé and baby momma… if anyone deserves my gratitude for putting up with my shit for the past couple years, it’s you. I’ve said this to you privately many times but I need the 1WM Faithful and your sisters to hear it in public. I’m SORRY for breaking your heart, for letting my ego destroy our marriage, and for putting you through this entire climb to the top. THANK YOU for being you, for taking me back, and for restoring my hope in family. Our baby is so blessed to have you as its mother. This championship belongs to you as much as it does to me.
The First Among Equals nods respectfully to his pregnant fiancé, who responds with an air kiss, before returning his attention to the live camera.
Erick St. John: Aurora and Damon Graves! The Fallen Angels and your reigning World Tag Team Champions! When no one would believe that I was looking out for the well-being of this company, you two were there to give the message of renaissance life! When everyone mocked a return to glory for 1WM, you were there ready to make it happen. And when you two won the 1WM World Tag Team Titles, you were the initial spark of this new era. Fallen Angels, THANK YOU! I’m indebted to you.
Erick paces a bit more before stopping and looking back at the camera.
Erick St. John: Cedric Southern! THANKS for leaving the door open for me to come back last December. I still think you’re a spineless coward for letting outsiders pressure you legally into returning the World Title to Striker yet you somehow were smart enough to make all this drama work. So to you… THANK YOU, you wicked son of a bitch!
The crowd pops insanely at Erick’s audacity towards the 1WM figurehead. Erick just grins mischievously. The fun slowly disappears from the champion’s face as he walks over to the ropes closest to the OneTron.
Erick St. John: Now, with all the pleasantries out of the way, let’s get down to business! When I came back to 1WM at Massive 2 under the mask of Primus, I was giving you all a taste of what a renaissance in this company is all about. I shook things up so that the wrestling world would see once again why 1WM is the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet! We have an amazing roster of veterans and newcomers backstage itching to make a name for themselves. You all just needed someone to up the ante for you. That’s why I called myself Primus, short for Primus Inter Pares, the First Among Equals! I may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but that doesn’t mean I believe I’m invincible. I’m old enough to know that one day my career will be over. But until that day comes, and as long as I’m 1WM Champion, I must lead by example. And I believe that every wrestler backstage is my equal and can take this World Title from me on any given day if I’m not prepared. Therefore, I’m proposing that moving forward Cedric make all my individual matches…TITLE MATCHES!
The crowd goes apeshit at Erick’s announcement.
Crowd: Holy Shit!
America: This guy is so full of himself! He just got the title and now wants to make executive decisions!
Taj: Becoming the World Heavyweight Champion does come with a measure of power and sway.
America: Yeah…the same power and sway that Erick condemned Jacob for using.
The 1WM Champion walks over to the live camera and looks dead center into it.
Erick St. John: I don’t care if you book me on Glory or Legendary or both in a month, I’m putting this World Heavyweight Title on the line! You want a shot at the World Title? Friend or foe, my door is open. Hell, if ANYONE from another promotion like Pro Wrestling NOVA or New Frontier Wrestling or Sin City Wrestling or even Kentucky Hickville Backyard Wrestling wants a shot at the prestigious 1WM World Heavyweight Championship, call Cedric and he can make it happen! A championship is only as precious as much as it is defended! This is how a renaissance is done!
Erick pauses to let everything sink in.
Erick St. John: So Bianca Davis, if you can convince Cedric with your royal charm to change our match to a title match, you can be the first in line. I’ll defend this championship TONIGHT! Call me crazy but call me the First Among Equals and YOUR World Heavyweight Champion!
Erick tosses the mic and his entrance music hits. He opens the ropes for Sandra then heads up the ramp with his fiancé and championship belt.
Taj: What a statement from Erick St. John! We haven’t heard such bold assertions since the great Arley Kirk dominated during Year One.
America: ESJ ain’t no Arley. Trust me on that!
The scene opens up on an expensive-looking yacht, where we see the entire group known as the Royal Court, Keli Saint, Veronica Taylor, Christina Fierce, and the brand new Pride of 1WM Champion Queen Bianca Davis, the fans boo loudly at them remembering all the stuff they had done together in the past, and what happened at Ordered Restored for Bianca to get back her championship. They are lounging on beach chairs soaking in the sun as Bianca, eyes the camera with a smug expression as she began to speak in an arrogant, but heavily accented tone. Each of the ladies was clad in a bikini and matching tiaras except for Saint, whose raven black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and Bianca, who on her head was her bedazzled black crown.
Bianca Davis: Hello, our loyal subjects, did you expect someone else to be holding the Pride of 1WM Championship after last month's show? Did you? Well if you did you were totally wrong to see for far too long Keon was holding that very belt and ruining it with his antics, rather it was running away from a Keli Saint beating, or ducking me due to “injury”. But you could duck fast enough this time, could you?
Bianca let out a laugh as Veronica soon chimed in.
Veronica Taylor: Exactly, Queen, it was a well-laid plan, Keon, we should thank you because you brought the family back together. You see, Keli Saint over here, she was at the throat of myself and Bianca here for months, but something happened. Your presence made us realize to save this business, you and that belt would have to be parted. So that is what happened.
Bianca nodded her head, pleased with everything as she sipped on her champagne before putting it down.
Bianca Davis: Exactly my dear Duchess, see those sad little freaks who hate on us hate the fact that we are back together well they will hate us even more! If you think for one second we are satisfied with the Pride Championship, you couldn’t be more wrong we are going to dominate and control this company.
The camera cuts to Christin Fierce who is being fed some fresh fruit by one of the servants. But once she notices the camera, she tells the servant to shoo away.
Christina Fierce: This company, much like our previous place, has no earthly idea what to expect when the four of us are together on the same page. Momma Fierce is here and the fat uggos can cry and whine all they want but even they will accept the fact that the Pretty Saints, the Royal Court, is here to stay and like B said, we will dominate and we will be in control of this company.
The focus then turns to Kelli Saint. The newly anointed Baroness smirks as she looks into the unseen camera’s eye.
Kelli Saint: Oh where, oh where is Keon Sugg? It’s not like it matters much. Once we got that Pride of 1WM Championship off of him, his importance to 1WM ceased to matter. Now that it’s back on its rightful owner, all is correct in the wrestling world.
She places her hands on her hips in defiance poise.
Kelli Saint: Now though we have four curtain-jerking fucking nobodies in the grand scheme of things thinking they have what it takes to step to the Royal Court. Jessica Anderson, Nicole Smoak, McKena Hardy, and Alex Reeves. You four chicks have stepped into a world of fucking hurt by sticking your long noses into business that doesn’t concern you. Each of you are going to learn that the Royal Court rules 1WM and that playtimes over!
Queen Bianca Davis nods her head in agreement with what has been said, as she returned her gaze to the camera, as she began to speak in a haughty tone.
Bianca Davis: Exactly, life is grand when you’re a royal, and Legendary 30 will be the biggest night for the Royal Court, first these ladies here are going to prove numbers only matter when you’re a peasant when they take care of four meddlesome bitches. Each will learn why there is no option but to swear fealty to us. Quite a few have already smartened up and have already done so.
Bianca smirks proudly as she looks at the camera with a hard look.
Bianca Davis: Eric St. John, you will find out first hand I am the true champion of champions around here. While you have come and gone since I have arrived, I have been consistent, I have been the pinnacle of 1WM the standard bearer around here. After tonight you will learn why you should have stayed gone! And the rest of Renaissance and everyone else will have only one choice: to bend the knee and kiss the ring!
Bianca, Veronica, Kelli, and Christina all show off matching royalty-inspired rings to signal the Royal Court, as the scene then fades to black.
We cut to the backstage area where we see Butterscotch Monroe walking around when suddenly when she sees something that draws her up short suddenly at which point the camera pans to the right to show us none other than Thomas Bane walking with Chris Slayton, who in turn is flanked by the Rogue Horsemen before the camera goes back to Butterscotch who now has a mic and is walking up to the group.
Butterscotch Monroe: Gentlemen, since we’re both here…can I ask some questions?
Chris Slayton: Certainly, Miss Monroe. What do you need?
Butterscotch Monroe: First off, why are you here tonight, Mister Slayton?
Chris’ face breaks into a wide smile as he indicates both himself and his Rogues for a moment before turning back to Butterscotch.
Chris Slayton: That answer should be obvious, my dear. You see earlier in the week, Zach here indicated that he wanted to hear what Erick and his two cronies had to say for themselves now and earlier today, I stated that I would be here to support one of my champions in Miss Bianca Davis, a very skilled and talented young woman who I know will go far in this industry.
Butterscotch Monroe: Very well, now we here at One Wrestle Movement have yet to hear anything from our former world heavyweight champion in Jacob Striker…what do you have to say on that matter concerning your connection to him?
Chris Slayton: I have been in some contact with Jake over the past couple of days and officially, Miss Munroe, he’s taking a slight break from this promotion in order to attend to matters that have recently come up such as his first student’s debut in the Parade of a Thousand Demons death match tournament over in Japan, where he is also handling a personal matter that I am not at liberty to discuss with anyone who is not either family or close to the situation. You can respect that, of course?
Butterscotch Monroe: Of course, but do you happen to know by chance when he’ll be available, possibly for an interview concerning his loss of the world title?
Zach Rhodes: Oh for fuck’s sake….
Chris Slayton: Now, Zach, there is no need for that kind of language with Miss Munroe here. She’s only doing her job and it is a fair question. But to answer that Miss Munroe, no I do not have an answer for that particular question and Jake will reach out to you when he feels that it’s time to discuss what happened at Legendary Twenty Nine…but for now, he….like myself and the rest of my Rogues…are more interested in seeing how deep this hole that Erick Saint John has dug truly is. But nonetheless, Jacob Striker will be back in One Wrestle Movement when the time is right and remember, so I’d be more worried as to when he’ll return than if will say anything.
Butterscotch Monroe: O…kay. On a different note, Thomas Bane, are you ready for your match here tonight?
Thomas Bane: Of course, while I do find it reassuring and refreshing that little Slias has already acknowledged me as the new Number One contender for Jake’s belt..
Butterscotch Monroe: Don’t you mean Erick Saint John’s?
Thomas Bane: Nope, I meant *my* title. The point being is that here tonight, forget about people going out there and breaking hearts because tonight, the Stylish Messiah of the Backbreaker is going to go out there and break not only some backs, but also some bank because that’s what I do! There’s no stopping me because from start to finish, there is nobody who can stop the Bane of Humanity that is *ME*, Thomas Bane. Your Future One Wrestle Movement World’s Champion!!
Chris Slayton: Thank you for the interview, Miss Munroe. See you later.
Bane and the Rogues then continue on their way, leaving a very confused Butterscotch Monroe behind in their wake.
Over The Top Battle Royale
(Winner Receives World Heavyweight Championship Match)
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Chip Tingle vs. Silas Jessup color=silver]vs.
America: I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a battle royale?
Taj: It has been a moment especially with one where the winner will receive a World Heavyweight Championship match.
America: This is probably the easiest path to the top strap and I can really see one of these lazy ingrates squandering the opportunity.
Taj: You’re really in a foul mood tonight, huh, America?
America: Just tired of everyone skating upward without putting any kind of work for it.
With all of the combatants finally in the ring, the action is fierce from the get go. Blake Belladonna takes it to Rei Park, raining down punches, kicks and elbows. At the same time, Mark Storm and Silas Jessup fiercely jostled for position, trying to force one another toward the ropes. Chip Tingle seems to smirk as he singles out Tim Brody and hustles over, appearing to whisper something in his ear. To the surprise of literally everybody, Tim takes a run up and leaps out of the ring down to the floor!
Torres: Tim Brody has been ELIMINATED!
Taj and America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
After a seemingly unison shaking of heads from the other eight competitors, they all quickly go back to what they were doing. Except for Chip Tingle, who apparently is dying of laughter in the corner.
Taj: Did Chip somehow convince Tim to elimiinate himself?
America: Well Tim did tweet about the goal of the match is to go over the top rope.
The laughter is only silenced by the running boot scrape to the face, delivered by Aurora Master! Chip Tingle flops back in a daze, and Aurora turns around and bumps right into Nina Stokes. Nina simply seizes Aurora by the scruff and hurls her clean over the top rope!
Torres: Aurora Master has been ELIMINATED!
America: Makes sense…
Stokes isn't able to get a second to think about it as Thomas Bane evades a flying clothesline from Patti Rose and seeing the opportunity, tries to use the momentum to tip Nina over the top rope, but Nina is resourceful and it's Thomas who spills over the top rope with the aid of a modified hip toss! Thomas’ fellow Rogue Horsemen that were sitting ringside shake their head in disbelief.
Torres: Thomas Bane has been ELIMINATED!
Taj: Chris Slayton will have to go back to the drawing board.
America: I’m not their biggest fan, but I really think that if Thomas really focuses I can see him in contention for a championship run. Honestly, put his all toward the Glory Championship and Ihe’ll could really give Jay Aquero some trouble.
Chip Tingle is finally getting back to his feet. Patti Rose seems a little bit foggy as she shakes off the hard landing from the missed flying clothesline. Blake Belladonna easily drags her to a vertical base and stuns Patti with an European uppercut. Blake angrily goes for another, but the crowd gets behind Patti as the wily veteran ducks! Blake Belladonna teeters forward with the momentum, and the crowd eats it up as Rei Park cries out before delivering a running dropkick so hard that it sends Blake smashing into the corner. And a triangle dropkick from Rei sends her over the top turnbuckle and out to the floor!
Torres: Blake Belladonna has been ELIMINATED!
Knowing she can't let the opportunity pass her up, Patti Rose wheels Rei back around and delivers a forearm to the side of the head. But Rei responds with one hell of a receipt! A furious back and forth forearm smash war kicks off between the two, becoming the center of attention, and the crowd eats it up. Silas Jessup is also seen in the periphery trying to eliminate Chip Tingle, and Mark Storm can also be seen furiously going at it with Nina Stokes.
To widespread confusion, a balaclava clad man dressed head to toe in black, slides out from underneath the ring. He is just in time to catch Rei Park drilling Patti Rose with a sharp right hand that sends her collapsing against the ropes. The masked figure launches, and delivers a flying neckbreaker as Patti falls back against the ropes. The crowd BOOOOOO as Patti's head snaps back dangerously, and she falls unconscious to the floor! The masked man leaps the barricade and high tails it so fast that nobody has a hope of catching him.
Torres: Patti Rose has been ELIMINATED!
Taj: How unfair! Patti has been eliminated by nefarious means?
America: So that masked person is named Nefarious?
Rei Park seems perplexed by what just happened, but she shrugs and returns to business. Rei turns around and suddenly, she is face to face with Mark Storm! Rei doesn't think too hard about it before she launches a blistering right hand, but Storm telegraphs it and ducks under and stuns Rei with a back kick. Silas Jessup cuts in and seizes the moment with a clubbing blow to Storm's back. Rei Park rolls out of harm's way, and straight into a spear tackle from Nina Stokes!
Storm and Jessup are over in the corner, trying to get each other over the top rope but neither are having any success. Stokes hauls Rei back to her feet and she smiles as she takes a look over at Jessup and Storm jostling. Then she looks back at Rei, dazed, and she seems to get a lightbulb moment. Before Rei Park can do anything about it, Nina Stokes has picked her up and hurtled Rei Park right at Jessup and Storm, hoping to kill three birds at once! However, Storm spots it and delivers a back elbow to get rid of Silas before he drops down, dragging down the top rope and allowing Rei to simply sail right over them.
Torres: Rei Park has been ELIMINATED!
America: Poor little Garden Snake Princess just can’t catch a break. I can’t believe that Rei is a former Pride Champion!
It's newcomer Tingle's time to show how opportunistic, albeit athletic, he can be as he comes in from out of nowhere and sends Silas over the top with a cactus clothesline. Chip, however, cleverly hooks the rope, stopping himself from going to the floor. Chip lands on the apron instead.
Torres: Silas Jessup has been ELIMINATED!
Without a second of warning, Nina Stokes lets out a roar and launches a superkick at Tingle to send him flying off the apron, but Chip reels out of the way and Nina is left posted on the top rope! The crowd laughs loudly as Chip starts shaking the rope up and down causing all kinds of problems for Nina. But a dropkick to the back of Nina finally puts her out of her misery, sending her to the floor.
Torres: Nina Stokes has been ELIMINATED!
Taj: Chip Tingle is on fire!
America: I think Chip is my pick to win this thing. As a matter of fact, after this match I’m going out to the merch tables and picking up a couple of Chipmania shirts!
Taj: We are down to the final two. One of these men will be thrown over the top rope and the other will receive a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship opportunity.
The crowd are truly alive now, as Chip doesn't wait a second. He hauls Storm up to his feet and Tingle pastes him with a series of rights and lefts. Storm is able to counter and ROCK Tingle with a short arm lariat which turns him inside out. Chip seems to be done for as Mark drags him back up, but Chip evades the flying knee aimed for his head! Mark spills against the ropes, reeling from the impact. Tingle does not waste a second, looking to win this match with another high impact clothesline….but STORM CATCHES HIM WITH A RELEASE OVERHEAD SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Torres: Chip Tingle has been ELIMINATED! Your winner and receiving a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship opportunity….Mark Storm!!
Taj: Mark has done it! He has defeated…
America: …outlasted…
Taj: …eight other competitors and will secure a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match!
America: Great….you know how many selfies of him we’re going to see on Twitter now?!
The fans begin to rumble with confusion. The arena goes dark along with the dark screen, making it completely dark. The commentators microphones seem to have turned off. Its this silence that causes a feeling of fear and worry for everyone inside the arena, making the fans extremely unsettled. However, the dark screen starts to brighten. It doesn’t show much, the area still dark with nothing but cold concrete walls and floor. But there is something that catches the viewer's eyes. A figure... a familiar figure, dressed in all black with a black mask. The fans instantly boo at the figure's appearance, knowing that it was the same manly figure that was seen earlier tonight during the battle royal. However, the static sound begins to reappear. The sounds intensify as the camera begins to zoom in to the figure, who seems to jerk in an uncanny manner.
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H̵̲͎̉̊̋̓̈́͒́̐͑̓e̸̳̥̹͌̚͝ ̷̡̢̜̅̎̅̂̊̈́n̵̡̡̡̤̻̜̦̲̊͆̽̿̃͝e̷͔̣̩̦̦̠̬̹̱̬͠v̵͔͎͕̪͐e̷̢̛̱̣͉͙̲̙̥̼̩͑̊̄̀̏̀̀r̴̢͈̤̝̗̬̅̉͊͌̃͐̒̈̇ ̴̡̎͛̾́̇͊ļ̸͇͕̙̬̟͗͝e̴̺͌̃̇̎̌͘͠f̵̳̩͈̠̈̔́͛̈́̉̅̓t̸̰̬̹̰́͘͝͠͠ẹ̷͍̝̣́͗̓͆̒͌͠
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Once the last few words appeared on screen, the silence instantly resumes. The figure nods his head upward, his face still being covered, as he begins to speak. However, the tone is distorted, hiding the masked man’s true voice.
??: I’ve left for not more than a few months, and its obvious my presence is missed. One match and the impact I left was bigger than anyone has ever made in this entire industry. An impact of stardom, the clear cut vision of what the future could look like. One match, that was all it took. But I had to remind you all of what you were missing, since you all couldn't truly see it for yourselves. I knew a simple return wouldn’t catch your attention… your minds wouldn’t truly appreciate it if I did. So, I took drastic measures. No hard feelings, but I acquired my target, and I took charge. Now, I’m the talk of the night. I’m the conversation. Me… The Prodigy.
Almost instantly, the man steps into the little light that is shown. Taking off his mask slowly, blonde locks flop out from the restraints of the mask and hood. Pulling the hood down now completely, the man is revealed. The man himself, the man who made one appearance, and made an impact. The Prodigy, Daniel Wolf. He’s met with a mix of cheers and boos, before the arena collectively agrees to all boo the returning wrestler. Daniel speaks once again, this time, his voice at his normal frequency.
Daniel Wolf: The Prodigy is the future of this company. One match, and I impressed everyone. You would be a liar if you said you don't remember what I have to offer. You all saw what I’m capable of, and you can’t deny the raw talent I acquire. I’ve been raised by generations of confidence and poise in my faily, but even they don’t possess the traits that I was born with. Raw… talent. But you all couldn’t see it, you couldn’t see the Prodigy’s clear destiny. You were all blinded by the fools on this roster, that you couldn’t concentrate on the real danger I am to everyone on this roster. So, I had to take matters into my own hands. I had to be the one to break the truth to you all, which is the future of wrestling has returned. Daniel Wolf is back to continue the impact he had already dented in this business months ago. Patti Rose, don’t take it personal, but you were just a pawn in my triumph homecoming. You were a mere subject in my plan, and it worked exactly how I imagined, because now? Now Daniel Wolf is the name of the future. Daniel Wolf is going to be the name talked about all over the press and newsletters, because tonight.. Legendary 30.. was HIS night. Tonight.. Will forever be remembered as the day the Prodigy made his mark… and this is just the beginning. The beginning of…
HIS Road of Glory.
Once again we go to the ring and there is a red velvet carpet covering the ring mat. The fans, knowing what was going to take place, began to give mixed emotions about the show which was about to happen. ”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender began to play over the pa system then and out walked Justice Cross. Stepping onto the top of the ramp she smirked a bit before pointing to the fans. Justice started making her way down to the ring giving some of the fans their high fives along the way. When she got down to the ring area she went up the steel steps and walked halfway onto the apron. Instead of how she would normally flip herself over the top rope she stepped between the ropes going to the chairs. Picking up her mic she would look around at the fans and placed it up to her lips.
Justice Cross: Last month at Legendary you all saw myself and Brianna in a match against The Fallen Angels for their One Wrestle tag team titles. And during this match there was something else that happened.
Listening to the fans reacting she held the mic down nodding her head a few seconds. She then put it back up to her lips.
Justice Cross: Zak Slovak happened. He showed up out of nowhere during our match and he attacked both myself and Brianna only me more so than Brie. So that’s why I sent him a formal invitation to be on my show tonight. Now I don’t know if he has accepted it or not so let’s find out because you see Zak, I know you are in the back and I know you can hear me. What’s it going to be? You can either come out here or you can be a coward and hide in the back.
She holds the mic down looking up the ramp as Bite your head off hits the sound system. A round of loud booooing can be heard as the Bitchfinder General slowly saunters out onto the ramp. Slovak totally ignores the fans on his way down the ramp, opting to pace down to the ring and simply leap over the top rope. Zak is armed with his usual Shure Super 55 mic, which he pulls out of his pocket and turns on. He looks up into the stands and signals for his music to cut out as he holds his custom mic up to speak.
Zak Slovak: Well, Ma'am. I guess you be gettin' that answer you've been bugging me for, huh? Here I am in this ring right in your dang face.
Zak snarls, looking around the arena as the fans are loud with their booing. He then smirks as he asks them a rather condescending question.
Zak Slovak: Do y'all kiss ya mothers with them mouths, huh?
More booing follows. A season ticket holder starts a "SLOVAK SUCKS" chant, and it quickly catches on.
Zak Slovak: Oh go get another hot dog, fat boy..
The booing grows louder, promoting Zak to smirk somewhat evilly at Justice, giving her a gesture as if to say, 'as you were.'
Justice Cross: So I guess I should at least say thanks for showing up. But I’m going to cut the formalities and we are going to get right to it because you see Zak, I have questions and you hold the answers to them.
Zak shrugs, waving his hand as if to gesture for Justice to get on with it.
Zak Slovak: What, are ya bringing back Jeopardy or summink? C'mon, out with it!
Justice Cross: Sit your ass down young man.
Pointing to the chair which she had set up for him, Justice would move to her own and sit down glaring at him.
Justice Cross: So as I was saying, you came out and you attacked me at Legendary 29. You don’t know me and I don’t know you so why do it?
Zak completely ignored the chair.
Zak Slovak: Ya see, Justice. It ain't on me that ya happened to piss someone off to the point where they sent for the Bitchfinder General, ya know. I am merely the Bitchfinder General.
Zak smirks out of the side of his mouth as he looks Justice up and down before looking around the audience.
Zak Slovak: I guess the General done found himself a bitch after all, eh?
Zak smiles as he gets a boo for this.
Justice Cross: This is MY show and you will respect me on it. As far as calling me a bitch, well sweetheart, you have no idea of the things I can do. Am I bitch? Yeah to those who deserve it. So I guess if you don’t want things to happen to you, because I know some people, then you’ll tell me what I want to know!
Smirking a bit she looked out to the crowd laughing now. Zak laughed louder than the crowd possibly could. Right into the microphone. Deep, belly laughs that seem to go on forever. Slowly, but surely, he steps toward Justice as he holds his side and hollers into the mic.
Zak Slovak: …..
Trying to speak, Zak can't quite manage it. The laughter continues. There is even a knee slap. Then, suddenly, Zak stands tall and looks Justice right in her face, deadpan.
Crowd: Woah!
Zak Slovak: Oh, things will happen to me, will they Ms. Cross? Do you even KNOW who I am? You can't make that kind of threat to a man of my stature, and expect me to take you freaking seriously anymore. Let me spell it out for you.
Zak takes a breath. He looks around. He's not so easy about being so plain about things, especially when the spotlight is on him.
Zak Slovak: My services? They go to the highest bidder. I don't have quite the horse in the race that you think I do, Ms. Cross. I do, however, know what I'm doing, what I want, how to get it and how to do it. You found out first hand last month!
Zak shakes his head slowly.
Zak Slovak: I really can't make it any plainer for you. And nor am I about to reveal the name of my client. Confidentiality, and all that jazz. I'm sure you understand.
Zak pretends to file his nails as he says the last line, and the crowd definitely dislikes him for his matter of fact manner. Justice would look around before looking back to Slovak. Taking a step back she took a deep breath and stared down at the mat holding the mic up to her lips once more looking back to him.
Justice Cross: I’m sorry Zak. I honestly didn’t ask you to be on this show to fight with you. I asked you to be on it because I thought we could be civilized adults and talk about this and then you would tell me who hired you. I think maybe I should just go to the back.
Zak shrugs.
Zak Slovak: Oh, we can do all of that! I just ain't about to tell ya who sent me, Justice. I mean, if ya got the gumption to have yer own talk show, I'm sure ya got it in ya to figure it out for ya self, lady!
Zak turns to head off, still shrugging.
Zak Slovak: Hey, I don't really need any of this because ya know, I'm about to take on ya girl Brianna one on one. So if ya don't mind.
Zak pauses, and he looks around the arena for a few seconds. The fans are cheering at the idea at the upcoming match, and Zak lets it sink in a bit before he grins wryly.
Zak Slovak: Actually, you might even wanna stick around for that, Cross. If ya dare!
Zak points to the big screen. The camera zooms in briefly and it pans around the arena.It shows a tweet in which Justice dares Zak to be here at Legendary 31. It shows for just long enough so that everyone would see it. She quickly looked to him after seeing her tweet being shown on the screen then out to the fans in attendance before looking back to him. This time she would go stand toe to toe with him as she held that mic back up.
Justice Cross: You want me to stick around, that's fine. But it’s going to be from right over there.
She would point to the commentary table as she said that.
Justice Cross: Oh one more thing. You can tell that smug son of a bitch that hired you that you didn’t get the job done he sent you to do which means you should probably give him his money back. Because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m still standing, I’m cleared to be in the ring, and I didn’t run.
She puts the mic down to her side and reaches her other hand in the air. She brings it near his face as if she were going to slap him but stops before doing it. Tilting her head she got a smirk on her face before pointing once again to the commentary table telling him off mic she would be there watching. Walking to the ropes with that mic in hand, she stepped through and was helped down to the floor. She made her way to the chair that was empty and sat down in it turning her mic off and placing it on the table.[/font]
Singles Match
“Bitchfinder General” Zak Slovak vs. Brianna Matthews
“Bitchfinder General” Zak Slovak vs. Brianna Matthews
Taj: This should be a barnburner of a match as Brianna Matthews looks to gain a measure of revenge for her best friend, Justice Cross, against Zac Slovak, the man who brutally assaulted Justice at Legendary Twenty-Nine.
America: I thought Justice was going to be joining us but it looks like she’s all talked out from her Justice 4 All episode. Probably for the better anyway.
The Fargo crowd quickly gets behind Brianna Matthews the second the bell chimes. She gets stuck into Zak Slovak with brutal fast rights. Zak has no answer except to try to parry the blows, but Brianna takes control when she scores a kick to the gut and a knee right between the eyes. Brianna takes off towards the ropes and comes back looking for a lariat, but Zak ducks under and hits the ropes himself. Zak is able to think quick and leap over Matthews' attempted low angle dropkick. Rebound once more and Matthews spots the opportunity to springboard, looking to coming back at Slovak with her tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Zak manages to throw Brianna back around and bring her down over his knee with a sickening looking uranage backbreaker! Zak cuts her down by showing his agility, managing swing around and drop the leg over Brianna's chest and going for the cover
One…
Two…Brianna gets the shoulder up.
Taj: Zak seemingly using this match to exhibit the punishment he plans to mete out upon Justice in the near future.
America: I’m really curious who the mysterious benefactor is that put this bounty upon Justice’s head?
Zak is frustrated, and he wraps his hands around the throat of Matthews, pinning her shoulders to the mat and getting a BOOO as he only relinquishes the illegal move at the very last possible second. Zak easily hauls Brianna back to her feet, and he gets a further BOO as he launches her across the ring with a beal toss, sending her flying into the opposing corner. Running face wash attempt but Brianna rolls out of the way, leaving Zak to run into the ring post instead! Brianna hits a basement Russian leg sweep to Slovak, getting a decent pop as she covers.
One…
T..kick out!
Slovak is so furious that he shoves Brianna clean off him before the two count, having her go airborne and accidentally collect the referee full across the chest, sending the official down hard! As Brianna clears the cobwebs, Zak notices the refs position and cusses out loud before kicking the ropes in anguish. Zak shakes his head as he hauls Brianna up and drills her with a kick to the gut. The crowd doesn't seem pleased as Zak hauls a semi conscious Brianna up for his sh*t on the liver, but…the fans CHEER as Justice jumps up from the commentary table and slides in the ring, quickly sweeping Zak's legs with a basement dropkick, causing him to fall to his knees and release Brianna who falls behind him. Zak is dazed, trying to get back up, and Justice pounces with a running Lights Out on Slovak!
Taj: Justice has just taken out Zak!
America: Not like no way saw that coming!
Zak is almost vertical as his head collides with the canvas and he falls limp. Justice laughs out loud as she dives out of the ring and holds her arms up high as she makes her way back up the ramp. Brianna gets it together and manages to wake the referee before hitting a standing moonsault on Slovak for good measure, and hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match….Brianna Matthews!
Taj: Brianna has exacted a measure of revenge in the name of Justice Cross!
America: Oh you know when Zak comes to, he’s going to be majorly pissed!
Broadcasting LIVE August 15th, 2022
We fade in backstage to the loading dock, where we find the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, sitting on a pair of equipment crates bearing the 1WM logo. Damon has his championship belt draped over his shoulder, while Aurora has hers draped across her lap. Damon glares into the camera, while Aurora leans back, staring into the distance.
Aurora Graves: Strike 2 Kill…
She keeps her gaze fixed as Damon hops down from his perch, the soles of his boots landing heavy on the ground as he lands.
Damon Graves: An up and coming tag team with loads of untapped potential…
Aurora Graves: But, you see, there’s a big problem.
Now, Mrs. Graves turns to face the camera, her eyes narrowed in mild disgust as her lips curl into a sneer.
Damon Graves: Two of them, actually: Eric and Dexter Calloway.
Aurora takes hold of her belt, hopping down from her crate to stand beside her husband.
Aurora Graves: Do you honestly believe that the Headhunters have YOUR best interests at heart?
She scoffs, and she and Damon both shake their heads.
Damon Graves: Newsflash, they don’t. The Headhunters have always looked out for themselves, even when they rolled with the Kali Kingpins All this bullshit of turning over a new leaf and “trying to save the tag team division” is just a smokescreen. All that bullshit with Sandra was just another way to fuck with Erick St. John. And of course, it failed miserably.
Aurora Graves: But that’s about all of the oxygen we’re going to waste on those two tools, because tonight’s not about them. It’s about you trying to take from us what we’ve worked our asses off to get back, and that’s the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Championships.
They both look at the center plates of their respective championship belts, each running a hand across their surfaces as they turn their attention back to the camera.
Damon Graves: You’ve made a big deal out of the fact that you have all of these matches lined up at all of these different companies, as if that means a damn thing to us. If you want to spread yourselves so thin that you’re fucking transparent, that’s on you. We don’t “collect” championships, we defend the ones we have. We’re focused on these belts right here…
Damon holds his belt up, gazing proudly toward it as Aurora raises hers as well. They linger there for a moment before lowering the straps down to their shoulders.
Aurora Graves: Not trying to spread our business all over the place. Some people may be impressed by the number of straps you carry, but not us. We look at it this way: the more things you try to focus on, the easier it is to blow your concentration.
Damon Graves: Are we taking you lightly? No, we aren’t. Taking ANY team lightly is a surefire way to become EX-champions, and neither of us are that stupid.
Aurora shakes her head, a smirk sneaking across her face.
Aurora Graves: So Richardson… Watson… think of tonight’s match as a teachable moment. The Fallen Angels are going to teach you that coming after OUR titles is never an easy task….
Damon nods his head in agreement.
Aurora Graves: And that goes for anyone else watching this match, as well. So here’s to Erick beating the snot out of Malibu Barbie…
Damon snickers at the comment.
Damon Graves: And to us showing Strike 2 Kill that collecting belts doesn’t make you a champion.
The pair take their championship belts and tap the center plates together in a sort of toasting motion before Damon covers up the lens with his free hand. By the time he moves his hand and the camera once again catches the Champions in-frame, they have already begun walking away.
Four on Three Handicap Match
Jessica Anderson, Nicole Smoak, and A & M Worldwide (Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy) vs. The Royal Court ("Countess" Christina Fierce, "Duchess" Veronica Taylor, and "Baroness" Kelli Saint)
Jessica Anderson, Nicole Smoak, and A & M Worldwide (Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy) vs. The Royal Court ("Countess" Christina Fierce, "Duchess" Veronica Taylor, and "Baroness" Kelli Saint)
The match starts out as many anticipated… in an all out brawl as the two sides don’t even wait for the bell to finish echoing before meeting in the center of the ring. A&M Worldwide grab Kelli Saint by the hair and thrash her around as Jessica Anderson deals with Veronica Taylor and Nicole Smoak is trying to rip the hair from Christina Fierce’s head. Eventually, the brawling Jessica and Veronica roll out of the ring, falling to the arena floor as Alex and McKena step through the ropes to the ring apron after dumping Kelli over the top rope ala battle royal style. This leaves Nicole and Christina as the first batch of legal competitors… with Nicole mounting Christina after a Thesz press before bashing her head into the mat a couple of times. Eventually Nicole gets up and goes to pull Christina up as well, only to be met with a headbutt followed by a European uppercut. She then attempts to hit Nicole with a belly to belly suplex, getting so far as wrapping her arms around Nicole’s waist when the Jobber Mama delivers a stiff knee right to… well, her lady parts. Christina releases the hold, allowing Nicole to fire off a roundhouse kick that lands squarely on Christina's temple.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Everyone knew this match was going to be a straight war and it has definitely been that way so far!
America: I think it’s really unfair that the Royal Court have been subjected to the unbalanced booking here. This match shouldn’t even be taking place!
Nicole looks shocked… maybe at the fact that she almost had a three count or at the fact that Christina kicked out. Nicole then tries to lock in a grounded octopus stretch… but she’s unable to get it completely locked in. Christina is able to push her way out of the predicament and both women get back up to their feet with Christina just a bit faster. This allows Christina to boot Nicole in the stomach before hitting her with Book of Fierce (full nelson facebuster)! She goes for a cover but the referee barely squeaks out a 2 count before Alex Reeves rushes in and boots her in the back, interrupting the count. Veronica tries to intercept Alex but is met with a judo throw. Christina fights up to her feet, clutching the spot on her lower back where Alex booted her. She briefly argues with Alex before she too is met with a judo throw. Alex then drags Nicole over towards their team’s corner.
The fans are cheering very loudly as all three members of “Team Face” have their arms outstretched, waiting for the tag from Nicole who is VERY slowly using the ropes to pull herself up to be able to tag one of them in. She lurches forward and slaps someone’s hand, not knowing who it was, before Alex comes charging back into the match (this time legally) just as Christina is able to tag in Kelli Saint.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!!
The two women meet in the center of the ring in a flurry of kicks and strikes, reminiscent of the beginning of the match. At one point, Kelli fires off an elbow smash that sends Alex into the ropes. But when Alex comes rebounding back, Kelli attempts a snapmare driver that fails when Alex counters and instead hits Kelli with a hip toss before dropping a leg directly across Kelli’s throat. Kelli sputters as she rolls around before Alex catches her with a series of mounted strikes. Alex gets to her feet and approaches the ropes before she sizes Kelli up, looking back before quickly jumping up and hitting a springboard moonsault. But at the last second, Kelli gets her knees up and as Alex comes down, she drives them up into her abdomen.
Taj: Keli displaying that veteran wherewithal.
America: And Alex actually had the never to tell Kelli she was a nobody…
The referee starts counting both women down as they slowly get up to their feet. They both manage to beat the count before Alex kicks Kelli in the side of her knee. Alex stumbles to her corner as Kelli does the same. The stereo tags bringing Veronica and McKena into the match also brings in Jessica and both she and McKena take the fight to Veronica very fiercely. They hits Veronica with stereo dropkicks before McKena yanks her up and hits a monkey flip, giving Jessica the chance to hit her with a spinning heel kick after she gets back up. McKena gets on her hands and knees as Veronica falls back, tripping her up. The referee tells the two that one of them has to get out and Jessica puts up a bit of a fight before relenting and getting back out onto the ring apron. McKena doesn’t hold back, grabbing Veronica and pulling her back up. Veronica is able hit McKena with an eye rake before the latter has a chance to react. She then fires off a spinning wheel kick before following it up with a posing elbow drop. Veronica pulls McKena up to her feet and is quick to be met with Antihero Drop (Inverted DDT) from McKena.
Before either legal competitor has a chance to react, the other five competitors “clear the benches” and converge in the center of the ring for yet another drag em out brawl! It is nothing short of pure chaos as Jessica and Nicole hit Kelli with a double dropkick that sends her flying through the ropes, allowing them to turn their attention to Christina who has Alex on her back. After a few moments of the faces using the numbers game to their advantage, the fans are erupting in a sea of very mixed reactions as Marie Laurant comes trucking down to the ring. She throws Nicole off of Veronica before hitting Alex with back to back superman punches. McKena gets up to her feet and throws Veronica into Marie to create some space, but she’s whipped hard into her own corner, allowing a blind tag from Jessica who sought solace on the apron when Marie Laurant entered into the match.
Taj: What in the world is Marie Laurant doing in there?!
America: It looks like she’s evening up the odds for the Royal Court! Good for her!
Jessica is slow to reenter the match as she and Marie keep a constant eye contact locked in. She goes to hit a dropkick on Marie, who only sidesteps it before grabbing a handful of Jessica’s hair, pulling her up to her feet. Marie doesn’t look pleased, practically seething as she mumbles something inaudible to Jessica as the British born superstar tries to pry Marie’s hands from her hair. Eventually Marie releases Jessica’s hair from her grasp… but Jessica doesn’t have a chance to react before Marie hits her with a double knee backbreaker, transitioning it into a crossface… a maneuver she calls Parisian Finish.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Kelli Saint, Christina Fierce and Veronica Taylor, the ROYAL COURT! And Marie Laurant.
Taj: Is Marie a legal participant of this match? Is the result official?
America: Herbert Torres called it, Taj, thus it’s official!
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. The Fallen Angels (Damon and Aurora Graves) ©
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. The Fallen Angels (Damon and Aurora Graves) ©
”Arsonist Lullabye” by Hozier plays as Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, the team known as Strike 2 Kill make their way out to the cheers of the crowd.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Brooklyn, New York….they are the challengers...Liam Richardson and Miles Watson…..STRIKKKKKEEEEE 2222222 KILLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides as Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels, with the titles around their waist, make their way down to the ring to the roar of the crowd.
Torres: And their opponents, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….they are the two-time current, reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions …they are Damon and Aurora Graves….THEEEEE FALLENNNNNNN ANGELSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: I’m really excited for this match, America. Strike 2 Kill has been making waves throughout the tag team wrestling world and are on the cusp of championship here in 1WM.
America: They’re alright. How they managed to cleanly defeat The Headhunters is beyond me. As far as the Fallen Angels, remember that soapbox I was on about wrestlers just tweeting selfies, well that’s better than not tweeting anything at all. As the champion of a company, you should be amongst the most outspoken on the roster. I expect so much more from ‘veterans”.
The camera centers on Eric and Dexter Calloway aka The Headhunters, seated in the front row. The fans continue to show their support for the champs. Aurora and Damon can’t help but smile. Miles Watson suddenly runs across the ring and blasts Aurora with a cheap shot that causes the fans to start booing. Miles grabs hold of Aurora and brings her back up to her feet. The referee calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Miles delivers an European uppercut. Aurora stumbles from the impact, but quickly recovers and charges at Miles! She hits him with a forearm smash that knocks Miles off balance! Aurora then bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Miles with a handspring back elbow smash---only to have Miles duck out of the way. Aurora crashes into the mat! Miles grabs her by the hair and repeatedly slams Aurora’s head into the mat – stopping only when the referee comes over and breaks up the count.
Taj: A very aggressive start to this match by Miles.
America: Even if it’s not guaranteed to work, I respect it as a strategy! He’s taking control and silencing the crowd!
Miles pops back up to his feet and looks to his corner for some advice from Liam. Aurora takes advantage by grabbing hold of Miles and rolling him up.
One…
Two…Miles powers out!
He pops back up to his feet as Aurora hits him with a series of quick strikes. She then grabs hold of Miles and tries to shoot him across the ring. Miles is able to reverse the attempt. Aurora crashes hard into the turnbuckle and slumps against it. Miles waits for a moment before running forward and trying for a clothesline in the corner! Aurora suddenly ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Miles crashes into the turnbuckle and before he can recover, is hit with a perfectly timed running hip attack in the corner! Miles falls forward as Aurora drops down on top of him for the cover.
One…
Two…Miles kicks out again!
Taj: Aurora has done a good job of using the fact that she’s a veteran to her advantage!
America: Aurora has had a lot of matches over her career and she’s putting everything that she learned to good use in this one!
Aurora grabs Miles by the head and drags him over to her corner of the ring---tagging Damon into the match. Aurora shoves Miles back into the turnbuckle and holds him there while Damon picks up speed! Damon comes into the corner and hits Miles with a crushing back elbow! Miles stumbles out of the corner as Damon grabs hold of him and delivers a swinging neckbreaker! Damon then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Miles powers out!
Miles pounds on the mat in frustration as Damon waits for him to start moving. Once he does, Damon runs forward and hits Miles with a running knee lift! Damon then rolls Miles over and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Damon grabs hold of Miles and slowly brings him back up to his feet. The male part of the Fallen Angels tries to get Miles into position for Broken Halo (double underhook brainbuster)---when Liam suddenly steps into the ring and hits Damon from behind! Damon stumbles away from Miles. Liam grabs Damon, spins him around, and delivers a vicious elbow strike that sends Damon to the mat. The referee comes over and gives Liam a warning. Liam calmly heads back to his corner of the ring. Meanwhile, Miles finally reaches his feet. He looks around the ring for a moment before grabbing hold of Damon---lifting him into the air and delivering a backbreaker! Miles then hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: Smart move earlier from Liam.
America: It wasn’t exactly ‘in the rules’ or anything, but Liam knew that her partner needed to be bailed out!
Liam Richardson calls Miles over for a tag, which Miles hesitates on doing. This, of course, gives Damon the opening he needs to pull himself back up to his feet. He grabs hold of Miles and spins him around, trying to get him into position for a DDT! Miles just barely shoves Damon away as Liam tags himself into the match. Liam charges into the ring and hits Damon with a big clothesline! He follows it up with a second before hoisting Damon onto his shoulders---slamming him down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Liam hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Damon kicks out!
Damon slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Liam hits him with a few quick forearm shots to wear him down before once again lifting Damon onto his shoulders. Damon frees himself with a series of elbow shots before landing on the mat behind Liam! He rolls the challenger up.
One…
Two
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Damon tries to lock Liam into Luck Runs Out (inside toe hold inverted figure four leglock), but Liam kicks himself out of Damon’s grasp before the hold can be locked in! In the front row Eric and Dexter cheer on the action.
Taj: These two are having themselves a nice little match now…
America: And The Headhunters are enjoying every second of this!
The fans are on their feet, showing their support for Damon. He smiles and briefly enjoys the crowd reaction before closing the gap between himself and Liam. Damon tries to wear Liam down with a few quick strikes, but Liam responds by shoving Damon away. Damon recovers and catches Liam with a knee strike! Liam stumbles around before Damon grabs him and tries to get Liam into position for a sit-out neckbreaker! Liam spins Damon around and tries to hit him with an elbow strike like earlier in the match---Damon ducks underneath this one! He leaps into the air and catches Liam by surprise with a backstabber into a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Damon quickly heads over to his corner of the ring and tags Aurora into the match. Aurora slingshots herself over the ropes and lands on Liam with a senton! She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Some very impressive teamwork from the Fallen Angels in this one! When given the chance, they consistently show the world why they deserve to be champions!
The crowd starts to chant for Aurora as she turns and gives her hips a quick shake! The fans get even louder in showing Aurora their support. Aurora waits until Liam is almost back up on his feet before leaping into the air and trying to send him crashing to the mat with a fameasser! Liam ducks out of the way and Aurora hits the mat, ass first! Her eyes go wide in pain as Liam grabs hold of her and tries to wrestle Aurora into position for a sleeper hold. Aurora grabs hold of the ropes before Liam can lock it in. The referee forces Liam to back away from Aurora as Aurora keeps a grip on the ropes, refusing to let go of them for anything. Damon tries to encourage her as Liam takes a few steps back toward his corner of the ring. Miles takes advantage of this opening to tag himself into the match.
Taj: It looks like Miles is done waiting…
Miles makes her way over to Aurora. He grabs her by the hair and drags her up to her feet---hitting Aurora in the mouth with a hard right hand. He then lifts Aurora into the air over his head---dropping her down to the mat with a press slam!
Taj: Well, that’s impressive!
Before Aurora can pull herself back up to her feet, Miles places a foot on the back of her head. He rubs Aurora’s face into the mat and then drops to the mat. He then drops down to the mat and tries to lock Aurora into a crossface---struggling with the hold for just a moment. Miles finally locks it in, but Aurora is easily able to grab hold of the ropes; albeit barely. Liam yells for Miles to pull Aurora away from the ropes, while Damon yells to distract Miles. Miles releases the hold and gets in Damon’s face to yell at him. Damon refuses the back down as he calls for the fans to boo Miles---which they do without hesitation! Damon continues to mock Miles as Liam yells for Miles to focus before getting annoyed and stepping into the ring! He runs across the ring to break up the conversation between Miles and Damon. Damon suddenly smirks and pulls down on the ropes---sending Liam to the floor. Damon follows him out.
Taj: Miles got caught up in the trash talk and now Damon and Liam are on the floor!
America: And look at Aurora!
Miles mumbles under his breath and turns around to face Aurora. The female part of the Fallen Angels charges forward and hits Miles with Devil Trigger (Botox Injection)! She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winners of this match...AND STILL the 1WM Tag Team Champions….The Fallen Angels!!!
Taj: Miles’s inexperience was on full display and Damon showed some very good ring awareness.
America: Goddamn it…the champs retain!
All attention turns to the entrance stage as the Royal Court, Marie Laurant, Christina Fierce, Veronica Taylor, and Kelli Saint, come out and stare down at the ring.
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THE ROYAL COURT DOING OUT HERE?!
America: Hopefully coming down to bash all these bums in the ring!
Liam and Damon get back into ring and stand unified with their respective partners. The two collectives engage in an intense staredown. The Fargo crowd buzzing with anticipation of an inevitable clash.
Taj: Are we about to have another handicap match?
America: I hope so because this time the advantage goes out to the Royal Court.
The Royal Court begins to make their way down the ramp as the good guys beckon them to bring it. Suddenly the Headhunters jump over the railing and slide into the ring to stand alongside Strike 2 Kill and the Fallen Angels!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE ERIC AND DEXTER DOING?! NO, NO, NO!!
Seeing the numbers no longer in their favor, the Royal Court back up the ramp, cursing at the group in the ring.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where we see the Rogue Horsemen’s, Zach Rhodes, leaving a room with a very proud look on his face as he then starts to walk off, whistling as the camera pulls back to show us a sign on the door that he just closed which reads “Control Room”.
Broadcasting Live August 31st from the Broadmoor Arena in Colorado Springs, Colorado
Contest of Champions Match
“The Queen” Bianca Davis © vs. “First Amongst Equals” Erick St. John ©
“The Queen” Bianca Davis © vs. “First Amongst Equals” Erick St. John ©
Torres: The following LEGENDARY THIRTY MAIN EVENT is a CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL OR SUBMISSION 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. Who sauntered out onto the age. The statuesque blonde soon removes her title from her waist and raises it high in the air as she 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 Pride of 1WM Champion then places the title back on her shoulder taking the time to taunt the fans, the Malibu Native even given them the talk to the hand and taking the time to point and laugh at them. Before maintaining her gaze towards the ring.
Bianca soon climb up the ring steps one after the other 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…hailing from Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches…she is representing The Royal Court….she is the two-time Pride of 1WM Champion….she is The Queen…BIANCCCCCCCAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Probably one of the most despised women in 1WM history is very high on herself right now.
America: Why shouldn’t she be, Taj? She has her closest friend back together to watch her back. She dispatched of that pretender Keon Suggs while at the same time gaining the Pride title back for the second time. The world is hers!
The arena lights go dark and “Axel F” by Crazy Frog begins to play. The crowd is unsure of who’s music this is and stares at the entrance stage in silence.
Taj: I’m unsure what this is about, America? Do you see anything on your match notes?
America: I have no idea what’s going on either!
A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Erick St. John stands in the middle of it looking to the back trying to figure out why this song is being played instead of his music. The crowd explodes in cheers upon seeing ESJ nonetheless. After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome and giving up on figuring out the music screw up, 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: Coming to the ring 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 the two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…. The First Amongst Equals….ERICCCCKKKKK STTTTTTTT. JOHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: We were speaking of wrestlers on a high, there is possibly no one right now on a bigger high than the man known as ESJ! He finally got over the Jacob Striker hurdle and successfully gained the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship for the second time. He is expecting his first child and got engaged to his ex-wife again.
America: A real Young and the Restless life story for Erick. For a forty year old man you’d think he’d have his life better situated at this point.
Taj: I have official word that this match IS NOT for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. Earlier tonight Erick challenged that every match should be for the title.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons hits over the PA System as both Bianca and Erick immediately turn their attention to the entrance. “Ya Girl” Q steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. Completely oblivious to the reaction Q makes her way over to the commentary booth with a huge smile on her face.
Taj: Well this is a HUGE surprise!
America: Really, Taj? It says right here on the show notes that we'll be joined by Q for the main event.
In the ring, Bianca eyes Erick intensely as the two stand across from each other.
DING DING DING!!!
Bianca immediately dives at Erick’s leg, trying to take him down. Erick fights her off, but Bianca holds onto his leg, causing Erick to hop on one leg. Bianca chops Erick across the chest and then chops him again and then a third time…
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
…before dropping Erick’s leg and clotheslining him. Bianca stays on top of Erick, grabbing his head and pushing him back into the ropes. Bianca whips him to the other side of the ring and goes for another clothesline, but Erick ducks and runs to the ropes. Bianca turns and quickly runs behind him however, catching him in a waist lock. Bianca looks to hit a German suplex, but Erick holds onto the ropes, causing Bianca to roll backwards onto her feet. Erick spins and knees Bianca in the stomach before pushing her into the ropes and whipping her to the other side of the ring. Bianca holds on to the ropes. Erick runs at her, but Bianca catches him with a kick to the face. Erick runs at Bianca, who pulls the top rope down, sending Erick over the top rope! Erick holds on, bringing himself up on the apron, as Bianca runs and bounces off the ropes and then drills Erick with a kick to the face, sending him to the outside!
Taj: This Contest of Champions match has started off with a great deal of intensity from both champions.
America: But especially from the Pride Champion Bianca!
Q: There’s a reason why Bianca is a member of the Samson Family. Well, I mean sometimes I forget about that due to the fact that she only reps the Samson name when it benefits her. Most of the time it’s her desire to get the Royal Court or whatever her delinquent friends call themselves.
Bianca slides out of the ring as Erick gets to his feet. Bianca grabs Erick and plants him with a snap suplex! Erick grips his back in pain before Bianca grabs Erick, lifts him, and snaps off a second snap suplex! Erick’s face shows all the pain as he tries to move away from Bianca, using the barricade to get to his feet. Bianca grasps Erick’s head and spins him around, ramming his back into the side of the ring!
Bianca then rolls Erick back into the ring. Bianca climbs onto the ring apron and then up to the top rope. She spins and then goes for a high angle moonsault but Erick moves out of the way at the last second! Bianca recovers however, landing on her feet. Erick scrambles up to the corner while Bianca runs in and starts to drill him with slaps! Erick stumbles out and gets hit with a roundhouse kick to the head. The Pride Champ then runs in and blasts the World Champ with a knee kick to the face. Bianca hooks the leg with a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…Erick gets the shoulder up!
America: My girl Bianca is a woman on a mission here tonight!
Q: But what does she actually gain here tonight? A sense of pride? Get what I did there? You know this match shouldn’t even be taking place. It should be Ya Girl Q challenging and winning the 1WM World Heavyweight Title.
Bianca grabs Erick from behind and locks him in a chickenwing crossface! Erick’s eyes widen as he fights to get to his feet. When he does, Erick runs backward, crushing Bianca into the corner. Bianca loses her grip and Erick blasts her with back elbows! Bianca is a little stunned as Erick runs to the opposite corner. He leaps up into the air and drills Bianca with a sharp elbow to the face. Erick whips Bianca into the opposite corner. Bianca puts the brakes on, putting her feet up on the middle turnbuckle, but Erick catches her and plants her to the mat with a German suplex!
Bianca grips her head as Erick grabs her arm and drags her to her feet before blasting her with a clothesline! Erick keeps hold of Bianca’s arm and brings Bianca up again before taking her out with a second clothesline! Erick shakes his head, keeping his grip on Bianca’s arm and bringing her up to her feet again before turning Bianca inside out with a third clothesline! Erick goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…Bianca gets the shoulder up!
Taj: The World Heavyweight Champion responding with some intensity of his own and we’ve got ourselves a match, folks!
Q: If you call that intensity. I mean take a look at the German suplex. It was sloppy. And why did it take three clotheslines to keep Bianca down? If I were out there it would have been one clothesline and they wouldn’t be getting back up. There’s a reason I’m THE Premier Athlete and… well… they are just there.
Erick drags Bianca up by the head before chopping him across the chest!
Crowd: Wooo!
Erick chops Bianca a second time and then a third time, backing up Bianca against the ropes.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
America: Hey why didn’t anyone point out Chris Slayton and the Rogue Horsemen sitting in the first row? It looks like they’re cheering on Bianca.
Taj: It totally slipped my mind. But though Chris and Bianca have had their issues over in Pro Wrestling Nova, Chris has made it public that he is here to support a PWN champion which Bianca currently is.
Erick whips Bianca to the other ropes. Erick lifts Bianca up on his shoulders on the rebound, looking for a Samoan drop, but Bianca elbows Erick in the side of the head and then drops down to her feet. Bianca goes for a heel kick but Erick ducks underneath. Erick lifts Bianca up for a backdrop, but Bianca lands on her feet behind Erick, grabbing him in a full Nelson and snapping off a full Nelson legsweep! Bianca rolls Erick over for a cover.
One…
Two…Erick kicks out!
Bianca waits for Erick to get up and then goes to hit him with a rolling elbow. Erick blocks it and responds with a spinning back fist! Erick runs, bounces off the ropes, and takes Bianca down with a shoulder tackle! Bianca stumbles into Erick’s grasp who lifts her high into the air before planting her with a spinning backdrop! Erick looks to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He dives off, hitting a diving elbow drop!
America: How “macho” of him.
Taj: It’s not often that ESJ goes up to the high rent district!
Q: He probably shouldn’t either. It looked horrible. I mean, come on. Minimal effort doesn’t get you anywhere. And yet this guy is the champ?
The crowd pops for this as Erick pounds his chest, feeding their frenzy! Erick waits for Bianca to get up. He then kicks her in the stomach and goes to set her up for a possible gutwrench move. Bianca spins out of it, kicks Erick in the stomach, and tries to set him up for a DDT. Erick spins out, ends up behind Bianca, and snaps off an exploder suplex! Erick goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Erick brings Bianca to her feet and shoves her shoulder first into the turnbuckle corner. Erick blasts Bianca with a right hand and then a second, and then a third! Erick lifts Bianca up onto the top turnbuckle. Erick climbs up onto the top turnbuckle with Bianca, trying to set her up for a superplex. Bianca punches Erick in the side, hitting him with closed fists in the rib cage. Erick tries to fight back, lifting Bianca, but Bianca hangs on, reversing the momentum and throws Erick back down onto the mat! Bianca stands up and then dives off the top rope, nailing Erick with a diving senton! Bianca watches as Erick rolls holding his stomach. Bianca bounces off the ropes and snaps off Beautiful Boot (big boot), driving Erick’s face to the mat! Bianca hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Bianca grabs Erick by the head while grounded and begins to drill him with right hand after right hand after right hand, before letting Erick’s head drop to the mat. Bianca stares intensely as Erick stumbles to his feet. Bianca grabs him from behind and sets him up for Crowned (Implant DDT) but Erick rolls through and surprises her with a rollup!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here is your winner of the Contest of Champions….the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…. Erick St. John!!
Taj: Whoa!
America: What just happened?!
Taj: ESJ just surprised Bianca out of nowhere with roll up and scored the victory!
Q: SEE!!! This is why Ya Girl Q should have gotten a shot at the 1WM World Heavyweight Title. I could have shown Bianca how it’s done. As a matter of fact, thank you for having THE Premiere Athlete but I must go now.
Bianca sits up, her expression shocked at what just happened. Erick rolls to the opposite corner of the ring. Ya Girl Q rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. She simply walks past Bianca and she’s still complaining about what just happened. Q sends her a scoffing glare as she approaches Erick. Stopping short Q gets a toothy smile on her face as she extends her hand out for a hand shake. Erick, not totally trusting Q, hesitates before accepting the handshake without qualm. Q even holds Erick’s hand up in the air to show off the winner of the Contest of Champions.
Taj: That was a very mature gesture by Q. I didn’t think she had it in her.
America: I think I’m going to be sick!
Q quickly turns and kicks Erick between the legs, dropping him to his knees. The crowd explodes in a collective jeer.
America: Or maybe I’m not! Good going, Q!
With Erick completely prone, Q grabs the tired and hurt Erick by the waist and lifts him up and over her head with Q’s Lament dropping him on the back of his neck. Q dusts off her hands as she walks towards Bianca.
Q: Now that is how it’s done. I’m Samson’s Golden Goose for a reason.
Without another word, Q exits the ring as a still stunned Bianca can only look on and a semi-conscious ESJ withers in the middle of the ring. The show fades to black.
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