Post by Legal Department on Sept 26, 2022 16:55:04 GMT -8
One Wrestle Movement
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Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the Colorado Springs Arena in Colorado Springs, Colorado
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the Colorado Springs Arena in Colorado Springs, Colorado
Taj: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. to One Wrestle Movement Legendary’s special show… Hot Girl Summer!
America: If you want to call it that! I think they should’ve left Patti Rose off the card. She’s the exact opposite. The only thing she fits is the font of the poster. How’d she get on the card and someone like, and this pains me to say it, Rei Park was left off?
Taj: You’ve got to give her credit when she steps into the ring with those much younger than her and still is able to hold her own.
America: I don’t know why she even bothers trying because I cringe every time. Not that I care much for her opponent either. I just think that if you’re going to call a show something like it is… stack the card with girls that are actually hot.
Taj: Given that there was no Glory this month, I can see why a lot of people we’d normally see there are on Legendary. Besides, a change of scenery is always nice.
America: I beg to differ. But I will admit this… I’m eager to see if Nina Stokes can do something about this Chip Tingle character. Something about him gives me the heebie jeebies.
Taj: Chip is the newest member of the 1WM roster so obviously he’s going to be looking to make a name for himself and send a message to the roster that he wants to be taken seriously.
America: Again, his spot could have been given to someone better. Hopefully he’ll prove me wrong though I don’t foresee that happening.
Taj: You’re such a Negative Nancy, America.
America: And you’re just realizing this now?
Taj: In our first of three tag team matches we will be seeing two of the five members of The Royal Court taking center stage against division mainstays, Strike 2 Kill.
America: Did you just refer to Strike 2 Kill as tag team mainstays? They’re only hindering the growth of the division.
Taj: Well all the tag teams are looking to poise themselves as the next challengers to the titles that are currently being held by The Fallen Angels. Miles and Liam have been on a bit of a tear lately. Perhaps it will be them?
America: The Headhunters have a better chance. It’s going to be an all-out war for them with Veronica Taylor and Kelli.
Taj: Should I even bother bringing up Justice’s match?
America: Probably not… but I will say this. She should be very lucky that she’s still able to walk given what she did in attacking Joshua Samson, Esq.
Taj: Given that his wives work for the company… I’m with you on that one. Both of them would like her head on a spike.
America: And what the fuck is a bitchfinder? Is that like some hooker tinder app?
Taj: Ah… I take it you are talking about Zak Slovak. Things surely have been interesting since he came around. You know I’ve been hearing rumors about him that…
America: Ooh! Spill the tea.
Taj: You know I’m not like that. In our first of 4 title matches we will see Silas Jessup challenge Jay Aguero for the 1WM Glory Championship.
America: Party pooper.
Taj: I’m not a party pooper, I’m merely trying to keep us on track otherwise we’ll get played off like Jennifer Coolidge did at the Emmys.
America: They did Stifler's mom dirty.
Taj: Following that we have…
The opening of the show is interrupted as the One-Tron begins to fade from its previous image, to now show the backstage area.
Taj: How rude!
America: The people were tired of hearing your voice anyway, Taj.
The fans were excited, wondering what or who they were about to see. But their excitement instantly turned into hatred and boo’s, as Daniel Wolf appears on the screen. Sunglasses rest on his eyes, his infamous devious smirk residing on his lips before lifting up the glasses and snickering softly.
Daniel Wolf: Aren’t you excited to see me?
He snickered and laughed and though he didn’t hear it, he knew that the fans were absolutely losing their shit in the worst way possible.
Daniel Wolf: Aw come on, you know you all missed me. You all missed seeing on your television screens or in person being an absolute Prodigy. But I find it funny, cause you all try your best to act as if you don't miss me. You all try to deny it, but you know what I’m capable of inside that ring. You know what I bring to the table, and you all know DAMN well I am the future of this company.
That made the fans even more angry, their boos and jeers only getting louder and louder as the Prodigy continued to speak.
Daniel Wolf: I bet you’re all booing me right now, making me into a bad guy, as if I did something wrong. But you know who you should be booing? Patti…Rose.
Almost instantly, the shift in the fans is noticed as their cheers become loud.
Daniel Wolf: All I did was make my message clear. But Patti Rose? She viciously assaulted me all because I was the one that stood tall and made an impact a month ago? That’s foolishness, and her aggressive behavior was an immature display of her character. But.. that’s the difference between her and I. She can’t control her temper, angry in the moment and just sees red. But me? Daniel Wolf doesn’t just see red, he sees all colors. She has one goal, I have multiple.;She wants to get revenge, but I want to make an impact. That's the difference between us. Tonight, it’s her aggression and her excessive anger that’s going to get the best of her, cause I can see right through her. I know exactly who she is inside and out. Someone who’s one and only opportunity being taken away from her, and now making tonight her “Big moment” and her big redemption arc will finally be complete. I hate to break the news to you, but Patti tonight is MY moment. Tonight is the beginning of MY uprising. I’ve been gone far too long to let someone like you take away MY opportunity and MY moment. No matter what any of you say, or what any of you try to make yourself believe, Daniel Wolf is going to be the name that is considered the FACE of One Wrestle Movement, and will be considered the FACE of pro wrestling. So good luck tonight Patti.. because someone like you? You’ll need it. Just remember this. You see nothing but red, but Daniel Wolf? Daniel wolf..sees GOLD, and that’s why tonight… will be the beginning of my glorious uprising, and the beginning of YOUR downfall.
The man smirks as he places the glasses back on his face, his devious smirk returning as the camera fades back to ringside.
Taj: Can you say “spin doctor?”
America: The boy speaks truth, Taj.
Singles Match
Daniel Wolf vs. Patti Rose
Daniel Wolf vs. Patti Rose
Taj: The Bullet with a Mullet is absolutely looking for redemption here after last month's debacle.
America: Debacle? Daniel Wolf is an entrepreneur, Taj!
Taj: It's going to be a long night, folks.
DING DING DING!!!
Collar and elbow tie up to start this one off but Daniel Wolf is quick to land a sneaky knee to the ribs and it winds Patti for just a second. Wolf tries for one on the other side and the fans pump up as Patti catches that knee and drop an elbow on it, Wolf backing up and reaching for it. The crowd heats up some more as Patti takes him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Patti was looking to drag Wolf up to his feet but he cuts her off with an array of forearms, stunning her. Running thrust kick to the side of Patti's head and she takes a tumble. Wolf nonchalantly covers her but the fiery veteran kicks out at one and a half. Forearm shot and Wolf tries for it again
One…
T…kickout!
Taj: It's going to take more than forearms, Wolf!
America: Taj Monroe. Investigative genius.
Wolf has worn Patti down a little and he is able to shoot her to the ropes for an irish whip. On the rebound, Wolf is looking for a crane kick yet Rose avoids with a roll and she springboards, coming back with a tornado DDT! Cover!
One…
Two…kickout!
Taj: I think Patti found her sweet spot!
Patti Rose knows she has to think quick and seeing Wolf still struggling to recover, she takes off toward the ropes and the crowd eats it up as she launches off with another springboard.
Taj: Lionsaul~ OH GEEZ!
The crowd comes to life as Wolf suddenly kips and snipes her out of the air with a jumping roundhouse!
America: Out of nowhere! That could very easily be it right here!
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
The fans are electric when Patti gets a shoulder up, but Daniel Wolf is pissed now. The referee angrily starts to count as Wolf strangles Patti illegally and he gets to the count of three but Patti manages to wheel it around and turn the tables, the fans picking up again as she lands a furious combination of elbows, forearms and punches that Wolf struggles to fend off. Having stunned him, Patti is able to drag him up and she signals for a jumping cutter but Wolf is able to dodge, throwing Patti forward with her own momentum and sending her crashing into the ropes where he follows up with a rope hung arm bar, yet Patti manages to get out of that one. Both Wolf and Rose get up and Wolf fakes her out by looking like he is going for a high kick, but really, he sends Patti reeling with the kitchen sink and he grins evilly and starts to stomp on the mat as he waits for Patti to get back to her feet..
America: GOD'S FAITH connects!
Patti hits the mat in a heap and Wolf covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match…Daniel Wolf!
America: Mark my word, Taj, this kid is going to be a force to be reckoned with!
Taj: He definitely has proved it here tonight, America.
Scene cuts to the parking garage of the Broadmoor World Arena, where we see a black Chevy Impala pull into view. As the car doors open, we find the 1WM Tag Team champions the Fallen Angels exiting the vehicle. Damon makes his way to the back of the muscle car to open the trunk and retrieve their luggage. The pair converse among themselves for a bit before Aurora stops her husband in his tracks.
Aurora Graves: Wait a minute; isn’t that…?
Aurora points off-screen.
Damon Graves: Ian?
An instant later the camera pulls back to reveal the identity of Aurora’s exclamation… Pro Wrestling Nova’s own Ian and Ebony Dickenson, Onslaught.
Damon Graves: Heya, cuz! What brings you and the missus to our neck of the woods?
Ian Dickenson: Oh, you know… just thought we’d pop up; scope out the competition.
Ebony holds up her hands in a gesture of innocence.
Ebony Dickenson: No worries, though; we’re not going to cause any trouble.
Damon Graves: Yeah, we’ve got enough to worry about. The last thing we need is our boss thinking we’re fraternizing with “the enemy.”
Ian and Ebony’s expressions fall a bit.
Ebony Dickenson: “Enemy?” We’re just visiting family…
Aurora Graves: Yeah, well, they might not see it that way. They might see it as your company sending more people to stir shit up.
Ian Dickenson: You know us, Aurora. We don’t start shit unless people start shit with us. So unless some of your co-workers are feeling froggy…
The corner of Ian’s mouth curls up.
Ebony Dickenson: You can expect us to be on our best behavior.
Ian Dickenson: Albeit begrudgingly…
This elicits a laugh from both couples.
Aurora Graves: Yeah… I can definitely tell you and Damon are related…
Damon Graves: In that case, we’ll leave you two be. We’ve gotta go get ready to defend our titles later tonight.
Ebony Dickenson: Well, then…
Ian Dickenson: I know I don’t have to say “good luck,” cuz. I know you two have got this.
Ebony: Maybe we can meet up later?[/color]
Aurora Graves: Perhaps…
Damon Graves: Later, guys!
Ian and Ebony linger a moment as the tag team champions make their way towards the dressing room. Scene cuts to commercial.
Singles Match
Chip Tingle vs. Nina Stokes
Chip Tingle vs. Nina Stokes
America: You can't help but enjoy the antics of Chip Tingle, Taj.
Taj: Well I sure don't! And even as Nina made her way down to the ring, you can tell by the look on her face that she ain't here for Chip and his shenanigans!
America: Something tells me that she won't have a choice!
DING DING DING!!!
Stokes and Tingle circle and Chip steps aside as they move in to lock up, getting a laugh from the fans. They circle, and once more, Chip steps aside, but the party's over when she snaps at him with a throat punch.
Taj: Touch of Grace! Ooh that was close. I told you Stokes ain't here for it, Tingle!
Chip only just manages to steer clear as he is forced to retreat. Chip is looking to take a powder, but Nina manages to catch him by the back of his tights and pull him back in. She slams his face into the turnbuckle and nails a back roll German suplex, Chip bouncing on impact. Nina tries to follow up with a seated running roundhouse but Chip once more evades, sweeping the leg. Chip shoots Nina Stokes into the corner and the fans get into it as he lands a precision stinger splash. Snapmare out of the corner and Chip goes to the top rope, landing a knee drop for a cover
One…
Two…kickout!
Chip drags Nina back to her feet. He nails her with a kick to the gut and he signals for the finish as he doubles her over and wraps her up in a gut wrench.
Taj: CHIP AHOY!
Nina grounds herself, locking her leg in with Chip's.
America: Nah, she ain't gonna go!
Chip tries for a different tact, yelling out as he flings her with a gutwrench suplex but the fans come alive once more when she hits the ground running and comes back with a bicycle knee!
One…
Two…
T..Chip with the kick out.
Taj: Chip really has to watch himself! Nina doesn't want none of what he be sellin' and she ain't here for the games!
America: You keep saying that. But he keeps on getting in her head. Funny about that.
Nina nods as she accepts that this isn't over yet and she is quick to try to get in a knee bar yet Chip cleverly uses her momentum and converts, rolling into a modified backslide
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Way too close. You can't let it happen, Nina. C'mon!
Chip smirks as he drags Nina up and stuns her with a forearm, and then he throws a knife edge to add insult.
Crowd: WOOOOO!!
America: Kick to the gut and Northern Lights suplex by Tingle!
The fan volume kicks up some more as he holds on, ripping her back up and sending her over for another one.
Taj: Chip Tingle calls this Screaming Eagles.
As Chip goes to complete the circuit, Nina flips out and lands on her feet.
Taj: Oh!
Chip staggers and falls face down as she lands a vicious Boma Ye!
Taj: Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows III!! What a connection! This one's over!
Nina covers.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
The fans are beside themselves when Chip manages to get a foot on the bottom rope at the last second!
America: Chip's still in this! It ain't over yet!
Nina is mad now and she is cutthroat as she gives the sign and she tries to hook Chip up in the crossface chickenwing but Chip bails and now, he gets to take his powder as the fans BOO. It doesn't last long, as Nina doesn't wait and hits a suicide dive into him on the outside! The referee gets to about a three count before Nina manages to slide him back into the ring. A series of stomps and kicks later, and Nina drags a stunned Chip back up to his feet.
Taj: AMONG THE~
America: Not this time!
Telegraphing it, Chip evades and once again, he gets her wrapped up in a gutwrench.
America: CHIP AHO~
The fans go NUTS as Nina is able to roll out and pull Chip into her grounded crossface chickenwing!
Taj: QUIETUS REDUX locked in good! That's it! Chip's done! This one is over!
Torres: The winner of this match - via submission - Nina Stokes!
The scene opens to the scene of Strike 2 Kill's Liam Richardson and Miles Watson standing in the backstage area, exchanging words with one another as the cameraman approaches them.
Miles Watson: We were so damn close man, so damn close.
Watson clenches his fist, shaking his head sideways in disapproval.
Liam Richardson: But it is what it is... we move on, and we'll come back better.
They both nod their heads at one another in agreement.
Miles Watson: That's facts, not only will we come back better, but we'll come back with those tag team titles down the road!
Liam Richardson: You're damn right. But for now, we've got to keep our heads on a swivel and fight our way back up. There's a lot of teams out there that are gonna wanna seat at the table, with The Royal Court being one of them... but I promise you this, no team is gonna take our shine away from us, we're gonna continue rising, until our shines so bright that no one could stop us.
The two connect with a fist bump as the scene gradually fades.
Tag Team Match
The Royal Court (“Viscountess” Marie Laurent and “Countess” Christina Fierce) vs. Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson)
The Royal Court (“Viscountess” Marie Laurent and “Countess” Christina Fierce) vs. Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson)
Marie and Miles start off the match in a way that could be only described as… well… interesting. They lock up… and then unlock. And then lock up again… only for Miles to take a few steps back and smirk playfully as Marie is visibly becoming enraged. She charges forward and goes for a jumping knee strike, but Miles ducks and with a sweeping motion of his leg, takes out Marie’s leg. The two start brawling on the mat, getting up to their knees and each getting in a fair amount of hits on the other when Marie is able to somehow get up to her feet and quickly hits Miles with a double knee backbreaker as he tries to follow suit. She quickly goes for a cover but Miles is able to kick out just before the referee counts two. None too pleased with this, Marie pulls him up and hits him with a german suplex before circling his body, stomping on each of his limbs a few times before moving on to the next one. Eventually she starts climbing the turnbuckle, positioning herself at the top for a few moments before leaping off for Model Stomp (diving double foot stomp). At the last second, Miles rolls out of the way and quickly scurries towards his corner as Marie comes crashing down.
Miles using the chance to quickly tag in Liam Richardson who comes charging into the match like a horse at The Kentucky Derby leaving the gate. He grabs Marie by the ankle as she crawls her way towards her corner. She pushes him away and jumps towards Christina’s outstretched hand, tagging her in and the two fresh competitors start going at it with a flurry of strikes and kicks. At one point, Christina is able to hit Liam with a European uppercut, sending him back into the ropes. She looks to hit him with a snap suplex as he comes rebounding back towards her. But after a few attempts and blocks from Liam, she relents and instead tries a headbut. But he again blocks her and instead fires off a forearm smash in her direction that could possibly have doubled as an elbow strike as well. She seems pretty out of it when Marie comes back into the match as Liam attempts to pin her. But Marie is cut off at the pass by Miles, leaving S2K to hit Shoot 2 Kill! (stereo bicycle knee from opposite directions).
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Liam Richardson and Miles Watson… STRIKE 2 KILL!!
America: What in the hell?! These punks cheated!
Taj: There was no cheating whatsoever, America. Strike 2 Kill won fair and square.
Suddenly the moment “The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)” by Ylvis plays over the PA System, the fans in attendance are thrown into a frenzy. At least the members of The Diablo Nation in attendance are.
Dog goes "woof"
Cat goes "meow"
Bird goes "tweet"
And mouse goes "squeek"
Cow goes "moo"
Frog goes "croak"
And the elephant goes "toot"
Ducks say "quack"
And fish go "blub"
And the seal goes "ow ow ow"
But there's one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?
Cat goes "meow"
Bird goes "tweet"
And mouse goes "squeek"
Cow goes "moo"
Frog goes "croak"
And the elephant goes "toot"
Ducks say "quack"
And fish go "blub"
And the seal goes "ow ow ow"
But there's one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?
Just then El Diablo Blanco explodes out onto the stage bouncing around to the music in street clothes as the fans cheer even louder for The Backyard Phenom.
Taj: These fans absolutely adore El Diablo Blanco!
America: Meh…
El D gingerly makes his way down the ramp high fiving fans all the way to and around the ring. Finally rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, El D ascends the second turnbuckle closest to hard cam side and starts playing air guitar to the rest of the song as the crowd sings along. El Diablo Blanco then calls for a microphone as the music fades out.
El Diablo Blanco: Brothers and Sisters of Colorado Springs. How are we doing tonight?
The crowd responds with deafening cheers.
El Diablo Blanco: There’s no doubt that all of you are going to be absolutely electric because you are right here in Colorado Springs to celebrate “Hot Girl Summer”. I see 1MDub pulled in all the local celebs, Brother. I see Trey Parker out there of South Park fame. There’s MMA fighter Daniel Cerrone. Oh mylanta. We got a living legend in the house. Is that KRDO’s own meteorologist, Joe Ruch? Joe, Brother, I’m gonna need a pic and an autograph after the show. Now I know what you're thinking. What are you doing here, El D? You’re not on the card. We’ll… Let me tell you something, Brother.
The crowd cheers and follows along with one of El D’s signature catchphrases.
El Diablo Blanco: Good Ol El D wouldn’t miss Hot Girl Summer for the entire world. This is one of the biggest events of the summer and I just want to be a part of it. As a matter of fact…
El Diablo Blanco had been pacing around the ring as he talked but stops mid sentence as he sees someone in the crowd.
El Diablo Blanco: Unless my eyes deceive me I do believe Hot Girl Summer has attracted talent from outside the 1DubM realm. Stacy Lawson-Jones, is that you?
The cameras pan to the crowd to show that pro wrestler Stacy Lawson-Jones is in the crowd. She shrugs her shoulders and smiles at El Diablo Blanco.
El Diablo Blanco: I must say, I’m a fan, Sister. I’ve got to know what brings you to our little neck of the woods. As a matter of fact… Security, can we please assist Ms. Lawson-Jones over the barricade and into the ring?
The Security ringside oblige and go to assist Stacy but she calls them off. Stacy opts to climb over the barricade herself and enter the ring with El Diablo Blanco, grabbing a microphone for herself on the way in.
Stacy Lawson-Jones: Well how are you, Colorado Springs?!
The fans cheer wildly which causes The Unbreakable One to smile before she turns her attention to El D.
Stacy Lawson-Jones: It’s always a wonderful feeling when you hear that one of your peers who works in a different company to you is a fan of yours, so I appreciate the love El D. I’m honestly a big fan of yours too… you work hard and you appreciate the fans, something I have always done my entire career.
Pausing for a moment, she strokes her free hand through her long black hair.
Stacy Lawson-Jones: As for your question on why I’m here? Not only did I want to come and check out a 1WM show live in person, but I was kinda hoping you would make an appearance here tonight. Because you… Brother… have been a dream opponent of mine ever since I first discovered you…
Stacy smirks as she looks out to some of the fans who have already figured out what’s going on.
Stacy Lawson-Jones: And the company that I work for is currently having a tournament that I am not a part of and it’s going on for an entire month and considering I’ve already been out of a wrestling ring for three long months this year due to a neck injury, I refuse to stay out of the ring for an extra month! So in short, El D… I’m here to lay down a challenge to you.
El Diablo Blanco: Sister, that’s a dream match if I’d ever seen one and you know what? I’m in the business of making dreams come true. You want a match with the leader of the DNB? You got it, Sister. As Ice Cube once said, It’s on like Donkey Kong. Diggit?!
The fans cheer wildly at the idea of seeing these two wrestlers step into the ring against each other.
Stacy Lawson-Jones: Oh I Diggit, El D! I’ll be seeing you at Legendary #32.
The Unbreakable One then extends her hand towards El D for a handshake, offering a smile to go with it. The Backyard Phenom accepts the handshake as the fans go wild for this prospective Dream Match.
Taj: What an earth shaking announcement! At Legendary Thirty-two Stacy Lawson-Jones will be taking on El Diablo Blanco for the first time ever!
America: You know I normally couldn’t give a crap about things like this but this match might actually be interesting, Taj.
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Tag Team Match
Royal Court (“Duchess” Veronica Taylor and “Baroness” Kelli Saint) vs. The Headhunters (Dexter and Eric Calloway)
Royal Court (“Duchess” Veronica Taylor and “Baroness” Kelli Saint) vs. The Headhunters (Dexter and Eric Calloway)
The bell sounds and Headhunters step back, leaning through the ropes as the Royal Court start to come over. The referee steps between them, trying to slow down Kelli and Veronica. The Royal Court stand glaring angrily as Headhunters lean back and motion them away. Kelli starts to move forward and Eric and Dexter quickly slip out to the floor. Kelli and Veronica look at each other and nod, diving out of opposite sides of the ring!
Eric and Dexter go for the smaller woman, Veronica. Eric looks to launch himself into a Superman punch only for Veronica to spin into a backfist. Veronica jumps into a flying knee to Dexter’s face and Dexter crashes to the floor. As Eric starts to get to his feet, Kelli rushes in and smashes into him with a knee to the chest.
Taj: These two teams are going all in!
America: I’m SOOO torn! Why can’t they all just get along?!
Kelli and Veronica both try to punch down at the Headhunters, but Eric and Dexter roll out of the way and get to their feet. Eric starts to trade shots with Kelli while Dexter does the same with Veronica. As the two pairs hammer away, the crowd cheers wildly. The referee calls all of them to get back in the ring. With no success, he steps back shaking his head as he watches.
One…
Two…
Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli!
Three…
Four…
Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica!
Five…
Six…
Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Eric, Kelli, Kelli, Kelli!
Seven…
Eight…
Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Dexter, Veronica, Veronica, Veronica!
Nine…
TEN!!
The referee calls for the bell as the two teams fight to the floor and start battering each other bloody. Security rush the ringside area and pull the Royal Court/Headhunters apart.
Taj: You have to know there’s no way this war is over!
America: Oh it’s only heating up!
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the result of this match is a double countout!!! Therefore, it is ruled a draw!
As we go to the ring we can see the red velvet carpet and three chairs sitting in the ring. The fans would grow quiet as they waited to see if she was going to show up this week. ”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender would begin playing over the PA system and Justice Cross would walk out onto the ramp. She looked out at the fans on both sides and smirked a bit before going down to the ring. She would give a few high fives to a few of the fans sitting at ringside before going up the steel steps when she got to them. Going to the middle of the apron she turned her back to the ropes before flipping herself over and landed one foot at a time in the ring. Walking over to her chair she would pick up the mic and stand in the ring looking around at the fans. Taking a deep breath she would place it near her lips.
Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Justice for All!
She would hear the mixed reaction from the fans then as she looked out into the crowd. A few fans in the front row would be holding a sign for her. As she looked at it she went to the ropes leaning on it as those fans tried to get a jailbird chant going. Justice would start looking around once more before ending up in the middle of that ring seeing the signs about her being a jailbird and what not. Closing her eyes taking a breath or two she placed the mic up to her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
Justice Cross: So let me guess, you all read the dirt sheets by now right? Look at all of you. You’re pathetic. All of you women show up here looking like you’re going to go walk the corners after the show. Oh wait, better dress like a -censored- because some wrestler might see you and ask for them to bring you backstage. Or better yet maybe you are just trying to look all hot and cute for your man. Newsflash for all you women out there, and make sure you listen well, because if you have to dress like that to get attention from another man, obviously your husband doesn’t keep you locked down and loyal or you’re all just filthy -censored-. And as for you men out there? Well let’s just say you're nothing but pansy ass momma’s boys. You show up here thinking I’m going to let you put your greasy ass paws all over me when I am in a match and near the barricade? You better think again. Oh and you know what?
She goes back to the ropes pointing to the two fans in the front row.
Justice Cross: Because that’s who ran the story about what happened so it’s quite obvious that you did. I bought a lambo, I raced my lambo against none other than MWCW’s very own Moonshine. I don’t understand how it couldn’t be any more obvious than that. Oh and on top of that, I got arrested as you all heard and saw the video. They kept me there all weekend until I got bailed out. Speaking of weekends though, there is a person who had his best weekend ever. I don’t know why the hell he would bail me out though since he’s so gung ho about getting a job done which by the way I’m still standing. So whoever hired him and placed that bounty on my head you should probably go ask for that money back, that is if he hasn’t spent it already. In case you can't figure out what I am saying to you, Zak Slovak bailed me out.
The fans actually seem to be happy for the presence of "bite your head off" in their arena speakers. The reaction that the Bitchfinder General gets as he appears atop the ramp is mixed, but it is LOUD. Zak's eyes meet with Justice's as he marches briskly down the ramp way, his trusty custom Shure Super 55 mic in hand.
Zak Slovak: Yo, hey hey hey. Cut that music!
Zak never once breaks eye contact with Justice as he ascends the ring steps and then leaps over the top rope. His music slowly fades, and the fan reaction is really difficult to place as Zak and Justice stand just inches apart. Justice has an unwavering angered look, yet Zak is nonchalant as he shakes his head and then takes a few steps back, raising the mic to speak.
Zak Slovak: You're right. I did just that..
There's more of a BOO now with Zak confirming the news, and Zak gives an evil look to the source of the negativity but shakes it off and turns back to Justice.
Zak Slovak: So this full grown teenager? She decides she's gonna get in her new ass Lamborghini. She's gonna pull up next to some freakin backwater schlub in a Hemi 'Cuda and nearly wipe out a bunch of people in the process of racing this delinquent b*stard all over town..
The crowd seems to be enjoying the rundown!
Zak Slovak: Seriously now! I mean, on any normal day, I'd probably just let your princess ass rot away in the county until your wet noodle of a tag partner scraped her pennies together..
There's a CHEER for this!
Zak Slovak: But it ain't no normal time, Justice. For you see. You ain't getting away THAT easy!
Justice Cross: Those people were in my damn way. If they didn’t want to almost be run over then they should have learned to get off the street. And how did you even know what I did anyway? The only ones who knew were myself, Moonshine, and Brianna.
Stopping her sentence there she narrowed her eyes a bit at him.
Justice Cross: What the hell do you mean getting away that easy and how did you know what happened?
Zak scoffs out loud at this. The fans seem to catch on and they join in the laughter.
Zak Slovak: Justice. Trust me. You'll see the world differently through private eyes..
He grins, pausing to let that sink in.
Zak Slovak: Lady, your head would blow up. I can probably tell you more about you than Brianna can. I'm uhh…good at my job?
Zak shrugs as he looks around, and he manages to incite a small cheer.
Zak Slovak: I'll break it down like yer five years old, Justice. It ain't sunk in any of the other eight times I tried to explain it, so here's a goddam walkthrough!
Zak shakes his head before clearing his throat.
Zak Slovak: Simply put? I'm still on the payroll. You're what I'll call an "ongoing project", Cross. The ledger is still wide open. Don't assume that my mission is complete, lady. Lord knows. I be just getting STARTED on this dossier!
Justice Cross: And I will advise you not to finish that dossier you have.
Zak tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow.
Zak Slovak: Justice. The day I take your advice? Man, that's the day I'd get a javelin right through one side of my head and out the other. That's the day I sit on a damn bear trap. That's…
Zak rolls his eyes as he can see Justice looking angrier than before. She's…squaring up?
Zak Slovak: HAH! Look at it. It's freakin adorable, ain't it? Lady, I ain't intimidated for diddly squat. So like, why don't ya save it for this match we got coming up n..
Looking at him she would lower her mic making the expression and movements of him being right. Looking around she would wait a few seconds before walking past him to the ropes. However she quickly turned around hitting him in the head with her mic. Looking at him down on the ground she began to kneel down next to him slowly. Taking a hold of Zak’s golden mic she held it up to her lips she began to speak once more.
Justice Cross: You want to know what else is pretty adorable? Me, using your mic. Ring the damn bell.
Singles Match
“Bitchfinder General” Zak Slovak vs. Justice Cross
“Bitchfinder General” Zak Slovak vs. Justice Cross
Taj: Woah, woah, woah what has gotten into Justice?
America: Hey, Slovak just won't stop tormenting the woman, Taj. I'm with her on snapping at him and he's reaping what he sows right now!
DING DING DING!!!
The referee has no choice as he signals for the bell. Cross smirks as she dives down and starts pummeling Zak with punches and eventually he is able to turn the tables and lay in punches of his own. Justice is able to shove Slovak back with her leg strength, Slovak falling back into a corner. Justice runs in and lands a harsh basement dropkick before landing some further kicks and stomps.
America: Know something, Taj? Justice is kind of badass tonight.
With Zak stunned, Justice nods and takes a run up and goes for a bronco busted but Zak moves.
Taj: We all know how that one goes. Every woman in the room is cringing en masse!
The crowd comes alive as Zak takes advantage of Justice being caught up in the corner, running in, springboarding from one side and launching Justice out into the middle of the ring!
America: HUH?
Zak covers but it's way too early, only just getting two.
Taj: Kick out at two and what the HELL was that?
America: Slovak with a big man triangle hurricanrana? I'm here for that!
Zak shakes it off and hauls Justice up, shooting her to the ropes and ducking down looking for the backdrop, Justice coming back and kicking him right in the face! Justice cries out and lands a massive implant DDT on Slovak
Taj: OH!
One..
Two…Slovak gets the shoulder up!
Justice seemed to get angrier after that, pummeling Slovak with repeated forearms and elbow shots.
America: She's playing it smart, Taj! She landed a big signature move but good, and any wasted energy is unacceptable!
Justice tries to haul Zak back but he stunned her with a hard European uppercut
Crowd: WOAH!
Zak delivers an even harder European uppercut to Cross and swings around, launching her up..
Taj: Slovak looking for the POP UP CUT~
The crowd goes crazy as the Justice broke out and swings around with a mid air roundhouse that turns Zak inside out!
America: Oh that's GNARLY! C'mon Justice, cover him!
One…
Two..
T..Shoulder UP!
America: Bitchfinder General still in this!
Taj: Oh come on now, Justice!
The fans BOO Justice when she gets in the ref 's face and argues with him for a moment before she finally snaps and looks back at Zak Slovak. Cross starts stomping and demanding Zak gets to his feet, while also giving the signal for the Lights Out. Slovak is still stunned as he managed to use ropes to get up.
Taj: Look behind you!!
Zak only gets to turn around to catch Justice come in looking for it but Zak catches her with a spinning back fist.
Taj: Here it is!
Zak gets Justice up in the powerbomb..
America: SH*T ON THE LIVER!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Justice is just a fraction of a second too late to kick out!
Torres: The winner of this match via pinfall - Zak SLOVAK!
Taj: Zak with what can only be considered an upset victory!
The theme music of Legendary blares over the loudspeakers drawing everyone’s attention to the entrance stage. In a matter of moments Tapioca Joe steps out and the crowd explodes with cheers.
America: Well, well, well, a surprise visit from General Manager Tap.
Taj: The newly appointed general manager making his first Legendary appearance here at “Hot Girl Summer”.
Tapioca Joe: Thank you for the applause. I’m honestly quite surprised that so many of you remember who I am. For those that don’t even know me, I am the general manager of 1WM.
The crowd explodes again.
Tapioca Joe: I’m not here to distract from the great wrestling action we have going on here tonight, so I’ll get right to the point of the matter. Mr. Slovak, my office recently received some video evidence of a criminal act that you have recently admitted to via Twitter. Our legal department will be pressing criminal charges and until your day in court, you are officially suspended until further notice!
In the ring, Zac is furious, kicking the bottom rope.
Taj: HOLY CRAP!
America: Holy crap indeed!
Glory Championship Match
Silas Jessup vs. “Mean Machine” Jay Aguero
Torres: The following match is for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”The Beginning is The End is The Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins plays as Silas Jessup makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the rng hailing from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds…standing at height of five feet eleven inches….he is the challenger….SILAAAASSSSSSS JESSUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“As I Am” by Dream Theater plays and Jay Aguero, Glory title around his waist, makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at a weight of two hundred and seventy-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is the current reigning and defending Glory Champion…he is the Mean Machine….JAAAAYYYYYYY AGUERRRRRROOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The cold war between Silas and Jay finally comes to a head tonight here at Legendary Thirty-one “Hot Girl Summer”.
America: I really thought this match was going to be better heavily promoted by challenger and champ. It’s almost like the Glory Championship has been an afterthought for both of them.
DING DING DING!!!
Jay Aguero and Silas Jessup circle each, neither breaking eye contact. Jay shoots for a grapple, but Silas beats him to it and rolls Jay up in an inside cradle. Before the ref can drop down and count though, the Glory Champion breaks the hold.
Taj: Silas looking to put away Jay early with an inside cradle!
America: It ain't gonna work on Jay though.
Both competitors are back on their feet, Silas hits Jay with a left jab, Jay returns with a right, Silas reels a bit on his feet but quickly regains his footing. They begin exchanging blows: Silas, Jay, Silas, Jay, Silas, Silas, Silas, Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay. Scoop slam by Jay. The Glory Champ pulls the challenger to his feet and snaps off a quick powerbomb. He covers.
One…kickout!
Taj: It ain’t going to be that easy tonight for Jay Aguero to put away Silas Jessup.
America: It ain't gonna be that easy, when Jay Aguero is in that ring, you say ain't instead of isn't.
Jay pulls Silas up to his feet again, attempting a piledriver but Silas reverses with a back body drop. As Jay gets back to his feet, Silas hits him with a clothesline, follows through and ends up bouncing off of the rope as Jay gets back to his feet. They meet in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline, both men taken off of their feet!
Both wrestlers lay dazed on the mat, Silas begins to stir first, getting to his feet before Jay. He hits him with a clothesline and follows up with a twisting neckbreaker on the champion. Silas covers.
One…kickout!
Silas pulls Jay to his feet and hits him with a right hand before attempting a bulldog. Jay plants his feet and shoves Silas into the corner before hitting him with a running splash. Silas stumbles around for a second before dropping to the mat. As Silas rolls into the center of the ring Jay climbs to the middle turnbuckle, he stands and steady himself, tapping his elbow.
Before Jay can make his leap, Silas sits up and rushes to the corner. He climbs up and hits Jay with a blow to the side body. Silas pulls Jay up in a suplex attempt, but the champion tosses Silas off of him, leaping as he does and holding on to Silas’s hair as they both fall, effectively nailing him with a facebuster off of the middle turnbuckle.
Taj: Oh… my… god…
Jay covers.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Unbelievable.
America: It’s gonna take more than that to stop the Mean Machine.
Jay Aguero is slow to get up, and even after getting to his feet, he leans in the corner to catch his breath. Silas gets back to his feet, his face reddened. As the Glory Champion steps out of the corner, Silas runs full speed at Jay. The Champ dodges the attack and hits Silas with his The Perfect Shot (discus clothesline). However, in the process, they both collide with the referee, knocking him down and out of the way. Jay Aguero covers.
Taj: No one is there to count!
Jay looks around pounds on the mat in frustration and soon another official dives into the ring. He counts:
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!
America: GODDAMN THAT WAS CLOSE!
Both wrestlers get to their feet, completely exhausted. Jay takes a swing at Silas but misses. Silas pushes him back and attempts a clothesline, but Jay ducks beneath it. Silas turns around and Jay grabs him. Silas counters and hits Jay with The Perfect Shot again. He drops down and covers.
One…
Two…
THRE…
Seemingly out of nowhere, Rei Park slides into the ring and bashes Silas over the back with a steel chair! Silas flops off of Jay and Rei wastes little time in bringing the chair down upon Jay! The referee immediately calls for the bell to end the match.
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS REI PARK DOING?!
America: IT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF SILAS AND JAY!
Torres: Due to the interference of Rei Park…the match has been declared a no contest!
Complete disdain upon her face, Rei slams the dented steel chair to the canvas before sliding out of the ring.
The scene opens to Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm, standing in front of a 1WM logo'd backdrop. Storm is sporting his UPRISING Unity and JROK Trio's titles, both resting on each shoulder.
Mark Storm: I'm a lone ranger...
Storm begins to pace around his surroundings, a smirk beginning to plaster onto his lips.
Mark Storm: In this promotion, that's how I've always seen things. I mean sure, I have Richardson and Watson over here toom but they're doing their thing trying to get the tag team titles, and whilst they do that - I have an agenda of my own. I have my own list of things I need to tick off and to do that, I need to do it alone.
He pauses, recollecting his thoughts for a moment as he continues to pace.
Mark Storm: It's a lonely road but it's the path I chose. I live for this shit! This is what I do and I'm not gonna shy away from it. I'll face it head first, with my heart on my sleeve and a smile across my face, I'll do this shit till my bones are brittle and I'm struggling to breathe... this is what gives me life, it gives me purpose and meaning, and until that day it's all said and done, I'm gonna give it everything I've got.
Stopping in motion, Storm clenches his fist and looks directly into the lens; his eyes fierce and his expressions conveying conviction.
Mark Storm: I've already climbed the ladder, risen from the ground up and redeemed myself in one way or another, and now - I can see the promise-land, only fingertips away from my grip...
Unclenching his fist, he once again looks into the lens, allowing his signature smirk to once again appear.
Mark Storm: World Heavyweight Champion... I'm one step away from doing it. I remember when we ere thinking that wasn't gonna happen, but now look where I am... after winning that battle royal, outlasting the likes of; Chip Tingle, Silas Jessup, Patti Rose, Nina Stokes, Blake Belladonna, Tim Brody, Aurora Master, Thomas Bane and Rei Park, I know that really and truly, I can do anything I set my mind to, and tonight, my mind is set on becoming the One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion! I knew it was gonna be a little chaotic, with some carnage sprinkled in there for the shits and giggles, and a part of me knew that I was going to be walking out of that battle royal the victor, and I did. Now, I've got a greater task at hand, of winning that title and propelling it to the upper echelons of this industry, to make it the most important title, the most desirable title in the world - that's my pledge, that's what I wanna do! I know it isn't gonna be easy but I'm down for the ride, and ready for the journey. But first, I gotta win that title.
The scene gradually fades.
Tag Team Championship Match
A&M Worldwide (Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy) vs. The Fallen Angels (Damon and Aurora Graves)
Torres: The following match is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Circle With Me” by Spiritbox plays as A&M Worldwide, Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first….weighing in at a total combined weight of two hundred and sixty-three pounds…they are the challengers…Alex Reeves and McKena Hardy….A&M WORLDWIDDDDDDEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides plays as the Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves, Tag Team titles around their waists, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next….hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and forty-eight pounds….they are the current, reigning, and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….Damn and Aurora Graves….THEEEE FALLEEEEENNNN ANGELLLLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Tag Team championship match kicks off with Damon Graves squaring up with Alex Reeves. Damon gets the early advantage cinching in a headlock and scoring a headlock take over yet Alex is quick to evade Damon's plans with a headscissors. Both combatants back up and lock up once again, Damon attempting to shoot Alex into Fallen Angels' corner.
Taj: Reeves stands her ground, we have a reversal!
Alex whips Damon and he tries for a lariat on the rebound, the crowd getting hot when she rolls to avoid it, hopping up and responding with a shuffle side kick, forcing Damon back. Graves lunges forward and Reeves uses his momentum to send him with an overhead arm drag, the crowd growing louder when she rolls through to a mounted position and lands a flurry of strikes to the head and chest.
America: Graves blocks and he scores with a monkey flip!
As soon as Alex gets to a standing position, Damon sends her flying with a hammerlock suplex and there's a quick tag to Aurora. Aurora goes to drag Alex up but another flurry of spikes and a wheel kick put that idea to bed. McKenna is reaching to tag in. Showing signs of wear, Alex staggers over to A&M's corner but Aurora beats her to the punch.
Taj: Oh! Leg feed enziguri by Reeves!
The crowd is alive as Alex finally gets there and tag made. McKenna takes down Damon, she takes down Aurora, she hits the ropes and the crowd loves it as she takes both of them over the top rope with a dual flying cactus clothesline, clinging to the top rope and hanging on to the apron before hopping back inside.
Taj: WOAH Reeves with a suicide dive on to Aurora Graves.
The crowd POP for McKenna as she springboards and…
America: 450 to the outside to Damon!
There is a body pile which lasts to the count of eight for everyone to stir after the impact and to get back in the ring and to their corners. McKenna manages to land her rolling thunder and score a close two count, but it's broken up by Damon. Hardy attempts to drag Aurora back up but she is stunned by a back kick right between the eyes and it's immediately followed by her JECHT SHOT for a pin attempt!
One…
Two…
TH..Hardy kicks out!
Aurora looks to be headed for the high rent district and to everyone's amazement, wastes zero time launching off with a beautiful 630 senton.
Taj: I always cringe so bad when somebody lands on KNEES!
Aurora with another pin attempt and it's almost there, but it's Reeves turn to break it up just in time!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Aurora drags Hardy to her feet, gets a headlock on her and then tags out to Damon.
America: Nasty powerbomb and neckbreaker combo by..wait!
Crowd: OH!
McKenna scores a facebuster on Damon and Aurora's neckbreaker attempt is a catastrophic failure as she flies into the ropes and ends up hung atop.
Crowd: WOAH!
America: Springboard hurricanrana knocking Aurora to the outside!
The pop once more as Hardy slingshots back in and lands a guillotine leg drop on Damon then she hooks the leg!
One…
Two…
T…KICK OUT!!
McKenna looks exhausted as she sits up with disbelief and perspiration on her face. She spots Alex looking fresh in the corner and she nods as she drags up Damon who seems to be out of it.
Taj: A&M make the tag! McKenna to the top rope, Alex taking a run up!
The fans POP as Aurora comes out of nowhere, launches up and connects with a jumping roundhouse, causing Hardy to lose her footing and crotch herself on the top turnbuckle
America: Damon Graves sidesteps the claymore by Reeves, she's stumbling!
There's two loud thuds as Damon superkicks Alex execution style, and the crowd eats it up as Aurora runs in and superkicks Hardy off the top rope and she takes a big tumble to the floor. The referee hustles to get Aurora back to her corner as Damon drags Alex to her feet before doubling her over with a knee to the sternum.
Taj: Nasty Reverse STO and Reeves spikes on her head!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match….AND STILL the Tag Team Champions….Damon and Aurora Graves….the Fallen Angels!!
Before the Tag Champs have a chance to rejoice, the Royal Court members, Marie Laurent, Veronica Taylor and Kelli Saint, hit the ring. Marie grabs hold of Damon and snaps off a Superman punch before he can even realize what’s going on! Veronica grabs hold of him and begins to set Damon up on the ropes with handcuffs! Aurora tries to hurry over to help her husband out, when suddenly, Kelli steps forward and hits her with a big boot that sends Aurora crashing down to the mat. Marie drags Aurora back up to her feet. Marie throws Aurora toward Kelli, who lifts her into the air and slams her down to the mat with No Laughing Matter (corkscrew Death Valley Driver)!
Taj: This is terrible!
America: The Royal Court are making their statement in the tag team division!
Veronica finishes cuffing Damon to the ropes and delivers a hard slap to his face. She then exits the ring and grabs hold of a steel chair. She slides it into the ring and Kelli grabs hold of it. Kelli flashes a sinister smile at Damon and then lifts the chair into the air. Seconds later, she slams it down onto Damon’s right arm! Kelli does it a second time, and then a third---Damon’s eyes going wide with pain as he screams out and clutches at his arm.
Taj: Kelli is one sinister individual!
America: I know right? Isn’t it great!
Kelli lifts the chair to deliver a fourth chair shot, when suddenly, security rushes out from the back. The members of the Royal Court gather themselves and exit the ring. Security works on freeing Aurora from the ropes as she looks ready to kill the escaping trio. Once free, she checks on Damon as the show cuts to a commercial break.
Streaming September 30th on Splat! Network
The show returns to the ring where we see Butterscotch Munroe standing in the middle of the ring.
Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to bring out my guest at this time, Amanda Belnades!
At that moment, the sound of a bell echoing throughout the arena and echoing female voices that slowly spin into “Simon Says” by Drain STH beings to play as Amanda Belnades comes walking out, dressed in her signature “Librarian” outfit to a massive face pop and quite a few wolf whistles from the crowds as she starts her walk down to the ring.
Be, I want to be
Just like you, what you do I want too
Bleed, I'm gonna bleed
To belong I would give all you need
Just like you, what you do I want too
Bleed, I'm gonna bleed
To belong I would give all you need
Taj: I wonder what the former manager of the Shinigami Foundation and now the Mechanical Animals is doing here?
America: Which begs the question of what is she doing out here tonight and without her fellow Animals?
Amanda quickly goes up the ringsteps, wipes off her feet before she slips between the ring ropes to meet Butterscotch in the center of the ring as her music fades out.
Butterscotch Monroe: Amanda, before we delve into things it has been a while since we saw or heard from you last. What have you been up to?
Amanda Belnades: Well for one I’ve been trying to expand my horizons as a professional wrestler by successfully completing a tour of Lethal Angels of Wrestling before I threw myself fully back into the work that I need to do here in One Wrestle Movement, which actually brings me to the reason why that I am here tonight, if I may have the mic please?
Butterscotch smiles and politely offers her mic to Amanda who takes with with a respectful nod back before her face grows serious as she turns to address the 1WM Faithful.
Amanda Belnades: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here tonight as a representative of the Mechanical Animals as a whole and to answer the unspoken question of many of the fans, people in the back, and yes…even Mister Cedric himself, concerning the current status of Jacob Striker since his loss to Erick Saint John a few weeks ago.
Now despite the grandiose fairy tale bullshit that Mister Saint John seems to be sprouting with each and every single breath that he takes, Mister Striker has not been “hiding” or “licking his wounds”, but he has instead been focusing on other matters that needs to be taken care of or handled, so Mister Striker’s business is none of Mister Saint John’s fucking business and thus, Mister Saint John needs to stick to his own lane…for the time being.
Taj: Pretty bold words coming from the apartment spokeswoman of the MA here tonight, huh America?
America: I don’t think they are so much “bold” as “important”, Taj, because from that look on Amanda’s face, I don’t think that she’s done quite yet.
The camera then cuts back to the ring where Amanda is now giving the camera a private little smile as she reaches up with her fight hand to adjust her glasses just a little bit.
Amanda Belnades: Yes, Mister Saint John, the Mechanical Animals have heard everything and I do mean *everything* that you’ve been saying. Every little white lie that you tell to help you sleep at night to the really big ones that you keep bellowing on with that you think nobody will call you to task for…we have heard *EVERYTHING*, Mister Saint John, and at the very next Legendary…the Mechanical Animals will speak on the truth of the matter. The only difference between a Hero and a Villian, Mister Saint John, is *perspective*...and we have heard your’s…soon you shall witness *our’s*.
Amanda then turns and hands back the mic as “Simon Says” keys up again as Amanda then turns and leaves the ring.
The camera opens backstage to Mickey “Mouse” Greer peering into a barely closed dressing room door. The placard on the door reads “Q”. Placing his index finger up to his mouth, Mouse looks back at the unseen camera operator to ensure he/she remains quiet. From inside the dressing room, the voice of Joshua Samson, Esquire can be heard.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: There is no convincing me otherwise! I’m not going to out be in Q’s or Bianca’s corner during the match. Regardless of how selfish and egotistical Bianca is, she is still a client of Iconic Sports Media…still a bankable draw as one of my clients…
There is a considerable pause from THE Executive Representative before he begins speaking again.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: She wants to run with the idea that she’s being abandoned. Bianca’s too stubborn to realize that Q being successful benefits all associated with the Samson Family. Q is hot right now and it’s only a matter of time before she’s holding the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. Mark my word on that.
Suddenly Mouse sneezes which causes him to fall forward onto the door and into the dressing room’s floor. He sheepishly looks up at Joshua, who can now be seen sitting on a small sofa talking on his cellphone.
Mickey Greer: Uh….this isn’t the men’s bathroom…
Annoyed, the husband of Catriona and Astrid stands to his feet.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Out. Now.
Seeing the fire in Joshua’s eyes, Mouse doesn’t argue in his normal fashion. He quickly gathers himself and beats feet out of the dressing room. Joshua walks over and slams the door shut as the scene fades.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Ya Girl” Q vs. “The Queen” Bianca Davis ©
Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays as Q makes her way down to the ring to a chorus of boos.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing the Samson Family….she is “YA GIRRRRRLLLLLLLL” QQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sound of Royal Trumpets can be heard as the lights dim and turn a violet hue as ”Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system. As the fans greet the sound with loud boos, as first out was Simple Simon dressed in a nice suit looking nervous waving. As out from the back within a few moments is none other than Queen Bianca Davis herself wearing her royal robe her gear giving off the evil queen from SnowWhite vibes, and a large blacked crown. She poses smugly with both arms out holding her black and purple scepter after a few moments she gives them her royal wave as she saunters down with Simple Simon staying a few feet back soaking in the negative reaction looking disgusted at all the disrespectful peasants around her. The Malicious Queen saunters down some more as Simon yells for them to show some respect, and to All Hail the Queen of Hybrid.
Simon makes his way up the steel steps followed by the Queen herself, Simon demands the ref lower the ropes for them which they do. First Simon enters the ring getting everyone out of the way so the Queen can make her royal entrance. Raising her arms high in the air with her scepter in her right hand as the boos overtake the arena. placing her arms down she hands Simon her scepter who moves it to the corner, as she then orders her simp to undo her robe for her which he does. The Queen then shows off her body, and attire for all the booing fans as she twirls around a bit before taking the time to do her Royal Wave for them as she makes her way to the corner. Taking off her crown and handing it to Simon, as the Queen taunts the fans a bit taking a looking her nails before saying something to Simon who takes the time to fan her as she awaits her opponent.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….representing The Royal Court….she is the current reigning and defending two-time Pride of 1WM Champion….she is The Queen…BIANCCCCCCCAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: It looks like Joshua Samson isn’t taking a side in this match by not even coming out with either of his clients.
America: What’s more telling, Taj, is that Herbert didn’t announce Bianca representing the Samson Family.
Taj: Hmmm….that is very true, America.
DING DING DING!!!
Both women study each other for a second before Bianca dives in for a tie up. Q cuts her off, kicking her in the midsection. Q grabs Bianca’s right arm and twists it with an arm wrench. She maneuvers it into a hammerlock behind Bianca’s back. Bianca struggles for a bit before grabbing Q by the head and flipping her over with a snapmare. Q quickly gets back to her feet and knocks Bianca down with a mafia kick! Q goes to grab Bianca, but the Pride Champion rolls away from her grasp and under the rope. Bianca gets to a vertical base on the apron and Q lunges at her, but Bianca cuts her off with a shoulderblock to the midsection. Bianca leaps over the top rope and performs a sunset flip onto Q, but Q rolls out of Bianca’s grasp and to her feet before she can go for a cover. Q runs at a seated Bianca and takes her down with a kick to the face! Q goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Bianca kicks out!
Q stays on her, quickly locking Bianca in a seated chin lock. Q’s knee is driven squarely into Bianca’s back as the Queen struggles to break free of the hold. Q begins to lose her grip and switches tactics, gripping Bianca in a sleeperhold. Bianca’s eyes widen as she struggles to get to her feet. Suddenly, while she’s halfway up to a vertical base, Bianca grabs Q by the head and drops her with a jawbreaker, breaking the sleeper hold!
Q spins around, holding her jaw. Bianca runs and bounces off the ropes.She leaps up and catches Q with a headscissors takedown! The momentum propels Q into the corner as Bianca gets back to her feet. Bianca runs and leaps up before grabbing onto Q and snapping off a monkey flip! Bianca takes a few steps backward as Q gets to her feet, clutching her back. Bianca then runs forward, nailing Q with a running dropkick, sending her back first into the corner! Q collapses to the mat as Bianca drags her away from the ropes and covers.
One…
Two…Q kicks out!
Taj: These two women are competing like they’re in it to win it tonight!
America: Gee, you think?!
Bianca climbs up onto the middle rope, beckoning Q to get up. Q does and Bianca dives off. Q catches her with a spinning back elbow, sending Bianca crumpling to the mat. Q lifts Bianca by the head, but Bianca dizzily shoves her off. However, Q responds in tow with a heel kick, sending Bianca down to the mat. Q steps out onto the apron, waiting for Bianca to rise. Once she does, Q springs off the top rope, blasting Bianca in the face with a knee to the face! Q quickly scrambles back up to her feet, bounces off the ropes, and crashes down on Bianca with a running senton! Q hooks the leg.
One…
Two…Bianca kicks out!
Q climbs to the top rope, her back to the ring. Before she can do anything, Bianca clobbers her from behind! Bianca slides underneath Q’s legs and carries her on her shoulders until she drives her to the mat with a powerbomb! Both women are down on the mat. After a few seconds of recovery, Bianca is the first to rise and she goes over to Q and tries to lock her in a submission. Q struggles out of it, sliding her leg underneath the bottom rope and locking her foot onto the side of the ring to help her escape to the outside of the ring.
Bianca gets to her feet when Q tries to grab her leg, but Bianca kicks her off. Bianca uses the top rope to propel herself underneath the middle rope to the outside of the ring. Before Bianca can do anything, Q quickly grabs her from behind and nails her with a cobra clutch suplex! Q lifts a hurt Bianca and rolls her back into the ring. Q then climbs onto the top rope. She steadies herself and then dives off the top with a moonsault! Bianca moves at the last second, causing Q to crash and burn! Bianca rolls on top for a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: I thought that was it there!
A few staggering seconds pass as both women fight to their feet. Bianca takes the first shot, attempting a right hand, but Q ducks underneath, and spins underneath Bianca. She pushes her into the ropes and tries to pull her back, but Bianca holds onto the ropes, sending Q flipping backwards. Q runs at Bianca, who blasts her with a back elbow, sending her staggering back. Bianca springboards off the ropes with a moonsault. Q catches her but Bianca reverses the momentum so she has Q in position for reverse DDT. Q reverses however, spinning around and charging Bianca into the corner. Q breaks free of the headlock Bianca has her in, but Bianca kicks her in the stomach and blasts her with a back elbow, causing Q to stagger back. Bianca runs at her and attempts to hit Beautiful Boot (big boot). Q ducks underneath and goes for a roll up, but Bianca manages to switch over the momentum and roll Q up instead!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner….AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion….Bianca Davis!
America: My girl Bianca has successfully retained her Pride of 1WM Championship!
Taj: I don’t think anyone realizes what just happened, especially Q!
As Bianca is handed her Pride title, Nina runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and gives Bianca a forearm to the back of her head. Bianca goes head first into the corner and Nina is on her, stomping the proverbial mudhole into her.
Taj: What in the world is Nina Stokes doing out here attacking Bianca?!
America: WHERE’S SECURITY?! WHERE’S THE ROYAL COURT?!
Chaos ensues as the referee continuously calls for the bell. But the incessant ringing does little to halt the violence. Nina kicks Bianca in the head before she drops down and place knee across the champion’s neck. A microphone is quickly placed into her outstretched hand as a laughing Q rests in a corner. Samson, who has made his way down to ringside during the chaos, looks on with n evil gleam in his eyes.
Nina Stokes: Bianca Davis. It’s been a loooooooooooong time, hasn’t it? It appears as if you haven’t changed very much. You’re still the same pompous asshole that you were back in HKW.
She slowly shakes her head.
Nina Stokes: That’s always been the issue with you and your crew. You all talk a mighty big game. You earn a modicum of success. But you never evolve.
A second passes by.
Nina Stokes: Me? Well, I grew tired of working my ass off only to be overlooked and shit on. Therefore, my evolution was one of epic proportions.
Nina increases the pressure on her neck.
Nina Stokes: You and your people once tried to take everything from me. But now? I’m going to destroy you and everything you’ve worked to build in this company. Poetic, isn’t it?
Climbing into the ring, Samson reaches into his jacket as he walks toward the downed Bianca. Nina holds the microphone to his mouth as he crouches to be lower to the barely conscious Pride of 1WM Champion. He produces what looks to be a folded set of papers.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Bianca….I hate that it’s come to this….but it’s been a long time coming, there’s no denying it. Consider this your termination from Iconic Sports Media.
THE Executive Representative proceeds to rip the papers in half and drops them onto Bianca.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: YOU’VE BEEN REPLACED!!
Taj: OHMIGOSH!
America: Mark my word, this is the dumbest thing Joshua could do!
Broadcasting LIVE October 15th, 2022
Ya Girl Q is backstage with Joshua Samson following her match. Q seems irritated but ecstatic at the same time.
Q: Finally. Finally that pretentious airhead gets what’s coming to her. I mean, how long were you going to let her badmouth the Samson Family?
Samson goes to speak but Q cuts him off before any words come out.
Q: It’s like get over yourself. She thinks she’s the face of Hot Girl Summer? Um, wrong. She thinks she’s even relevant because she’s the “Pride of 1WM”? I’m the Pride of the Samson Family. She has talked all this trash about how she doesn’t get the attention that she deserves. News flash sweetie. You have been getting the attention you deserve… as second fiddle to THE PREMIERE TALENT and THE NEXT 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. I’m just glad that Joshie over here has finally wisened up to the fact that you are dead weight and have been doing nothing to advance the Samson Family.
You’re the Pride of 1WM? So what? I’m the longest reigning YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion and you know what that means? I AM the most valuable asset in the Samson Family. Ain’t that right, Joshie?
Just as Samson is ready to speak, Q cuts him off again.
Q: Exactly. I feel like you’ve gotten enough of our time and it’s been a complete waste so Girl Bye. It’s time to focus on what’s really important and that’s Ya Girl Q and the fact that I am the next 1WM World Heavyweight Champion.
Ya Girl Q then storms off leaving Joshua Samson still standing there.
Streaming LIVE October 31st on Splat! Network
The 1WM cameras head backstage to the dressing room of the World Heavyweight Champion, the First Among Equals, Erick St. John. There is a muffled crowd pop in the background when he is shown on the screen. The champion is sitting alone on his locker room bench with a steely expression on his face. He stares down at the 1WM World Title belt that rests in his hands. Erick stares at the front plate as he starts to speak, a cold tone is in his voice.
Erick St. John: I asked for this solo promo time so I could get some things off my chest without having to worry about my fiance’s reaction or that of the 1WM Faithful. What I have to say tonight comes straight from my soul. There is no acting or playing of a character anymore. This is raw, unadulterated Erick St. John.
The champion pauses to gather his thoughts.
Erick St. John: I have made a career of pushing the envelope, inside and outside of the ring, in all the companies I have worked for. I have done things that have made the fans shit on themselves and want to kill me. And I have done things that have made the fans cheer me like I was the second coming of Jesus Christ. But every single night I gave everything I had and left no doubt that I never shortchanged anyone. You always got my best.
Erick takes a deep breath.
Erick St. John: So when I hear members of the roster bitch about me not representing One Wrestle Movement well as its World Heavyweight Champion or company executives wanting to “move on” from me due to lackluster promotion, I can’t help but get a little irritated after everything I have done for this goddamn company. While others were actively running this company into the ground, I did everything in my power to get the public’s eyes and ears back on 1WM.
The First Among Equals smirks and shakes his head in disbelief.
Erick St. John: Hell, I even got my marriage annulled because I was so obsessed with rehabbing my eye injury and coming back to One Wrestle for Massive 2! I put my only family through hell for this company and still I hear people bitch about Erick St. John not being worthy of this World Heavyweight Championship.
Erick finally looks up at the camera with anger in his eyes.
Erick St. John: Well… if you think you can do better, then, here, come take this World Championship belt from my cold, dead hands! Because that is the only way that anyone, whether Mark Storm or Q or Jacob Striker is going to take this World Title from me!
The champion stands up and shoulders the belt.
Erick St. John: And now with all this talk about Cedric possibly selling 1WM or rumors of the company closing, I’m going to up the ante as one final FUCK YOU to all those who doubt me! I said it once and I’ll say it again… only THIS TIME I will not let anyone convince me otherwise.
Erick motions for the camera to draw closer.
Erick St. John: I don’t give a damn if Cedric sells this company, shuts it down, or turns it into a fuckin’ three-ring circus, I will defend this 1WM World Heavyweight Championship until the very end. So much so… that if you somehow are able to pin me or make me submit, I will RETIRE right there on the spot. No more comebacks. No more mysterious masked vigilantes. No more lackluster promotion! Therefore, not only do you get the burden of representing One Wrestle Movement, you also get the accolade of saying you retired 11-time champion, Erick St. John! Simple as that!
The First Among Equals glares at the camera.
Erick St. John: So Mark Storm… here is your opportunity to make a HUGE impact not only on 1WM but on all of professional wrestling! Q… Jacob Striker… Headhunters… Queen Bianca… you want to be rid of me? Come get it. But best believe that if I go down, I’m taking one of you with me! At least then I’ll know that I’m truly the First Among Equals. No more talk. Bring it!
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Mark Storm vs. “First Among Equals” Erick St. John ©
Torres: The following 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH is the LEGENDARY THIRTY-ONE “HOT GIRL SUMMER” MAIN EVENT!!!
The crowd explodes with a huge pop.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Short Change Hero” by The Heavy plays as Mark torm makes his way out to the cheers of the crowd.
Torres: Coming to the ring first…hailing from Brooklyn, New York….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches…he is the challenger…Your Hero and Mine…MARRRRRRRRKKKKKKK STORRRRMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Mark is getting his first opportunity…
America: I don’t mean to interrupt you, Taj…
Taj: But you are.
America: ….but I have a HUGE bone to pick with guys like Mark Storm. Now I know promoting in this day and age is a lost art but Mark has been in this sport way too long to not engage. How many damn pictures can you tweet of yourself in a build up to a 1WM Championship match?!
Taj: Tell us how you really feel, America.
America: Oh, I can keep going.
The arena lights go dark and E.S. Posthumus’ cover of Ludwig van Beethoven’s classic piano composition, “Moonlight Sonata,” begins to play. The crowd recognizes the music and roars as it gets to its feet. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Erick St. John stands in the middle of it with outstretched arms and his gaze towards the heavens. After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome, ESJ begins to make his way to the ring, interacting with some members of the crowd. Once in the ring, he hops on one of the turnbuckles and outstretches his arms again and looks up towards the rafters. After another bask of adulation, he focuses on the task at hand.
Torres: 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….he is the current reigning and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….he is the First Amongst Equals…. ERICCCCKKKK STTTTT. JOHHHHNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: And speaking of non-promotion…does anyone even know that this guy is still the World Champ? Hell, I’d even prefer him just posting “thot pictures” like Mark at this point!
The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Mark Storm and Erick St. John both circle around one another, the two men waiting for an opening to appear. Mark and ESJ continue to wait until they finally grapple up with one another in the center of the ring. Erick immediately grabs hold of Mark’s right arm and locks it into a hammerlock. He tries to wear Mark down, but Mark fights his way out of the Champ’s grasp with a few elbow shots. ESJ stumbles back but tries to close the gap between the two. Mark begins to fire back with a few strikes of his own---a series of European uppercuts knocking Erick off balance! Mark is relentless with his strikes as Erick St. John drops down to a knee. Mark quickly grabs hold of him and powers Erick into the air for a vertical suplex!
Taj: Great start to this one by Mark Storm!
America: I don’t know that I’ve ever seen this man wrestle a match that he DIDN’T have an incredible start in! That’s one of the things that he does best!
Mark Storm grabs Erick St. John and keeps him grounded on the mat---locking in a front facelock and using his knees to do more damage! Erick tries to position himself so that he can begin to make it back up to his feet, but Mark is relentless with his strikes. Nonetheless, Erick does eventually reach his feet. Mark immediately tries to swing Erick into position for a neckbreaker, but Erick shoves him away. Mark stumbles a few steps before recovering. He turns around and Erick leaps into the air, catching him with a knee strike! Mark bounces off of the ropes and charges forward---trying for a clothesline on the rebound! Unfortunately for him, Erick grabs hold of Mark’s arm and takes him down to the mat with a double-knee arm breaker! Mark’s eyes go wide as Erick immediately tries to lock him into a sleeperhold! The fans rise to their feet in anticipation, but Mark manages to reach the ropes before the hold can be fully applied!
America: Well, that was close…
Taj: Erick St. John has a definite strategy here and he’s going to stick with it!
America: I don’t know if Mark Storm is someone who is going to tap out easily!
Taj: Probably not, but that’s what makes this especially interesting!
Mark pulls himself back up to his feet. He tries to keep his space from Erick as he circles around the ring. Mark tries to get aggressive once again by stepping toward Erick and hitting him with another European uppercut, but Erick blocks the attempt and grabs hold of Mark’s arm. Mark smirks, seemingly expecting this. He drives his knee hard into Erick’s ribs and then does it again a second time! Mark then hoists Erick into the air and slams him down to the mat with an Olympic slam! He turns around and hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
The World Champion tries to stagger back up to his feet while creating space between himself and Mark. Unfortunately for him, Mark closes that distance in a hurry---running forward and delivering Shoot to Kill! (bicycle knee that stuns Storm's performance to the point where they've fallen onto one knee. Storm then takes off to the ropes, bouncing off of them to return to his opponent with another bicycle knee). He hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Well, America, how do you explain the fact that Mark Storm is once again showing just how good he is? This isn’t the beginning of the match!
America: No, it’s not, and I’ll give him credit for that! But he still needs to close this match out somehow!
The fans begin to show their support for both men. Mark Storm grabs hold of Erick St. John and pulls him up to his feet. He connects with a series of quick strikes before trying to send him crashing to the mat with a bodyslam! Erick spins out of Mark’s grasp at the last possible second and shoves him away. Mark regains his footing as he turns around and is sent to the mat with a perfectly timed dropkick! Mark rolls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to try and reach his feet in a hurry! Erick comes running into the corner and hits Mark with an avalanche! He then quickly grabs hold of Mark’s arm and drapes it over the ropes. He uses the ropes for leverage as he tries to do more damage to Mark. The referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Mark hits Erick in the mouth with a vicious right hand! The impact of the blow knocks Erick down to a knee. Mark smirks as he runs out of the corner and hits Erick with a clothesline! He then grabs hold of Erick and hoists him into the air. He runs toward the corner and delivers a running powerbomb!
Taj: Erick just bounced off of that turnbuckle and now Mark is in a position to do some real damage!
America: I think he’s desperately trying to show Erick that he belongs at the top of the company!
Erick barely manages to stay on his feet. Mark Storm smirks as he senses an opening. Mark leaps into the air and hits Erick in the jaw with a knee strike! Erick drops to the mat but wisely rolls over toward the ropes. Mark waits for Erick to reach his feet and runs forward, but Erick ducks a kick! Erick hits Mark in the mouth with a spinning backfist to drop him to his knees! He then bounces off of the ropes and plants Mark on the mat with a bulldog!
Taj: And now it’s Erick St. John who is in a favorable spot!
America: Let’s see if he can make the most of it!
ESJ turns around and immediately begins to make his way over to the nearest turnbuckle. He takes a moment to steady himself before leaping off and trying to land on him with a guillotine leg drop! Mark rolls out of the way at the last possible second! Erick crashes hard to the mat as Mark grabs hold of him! He throws Erick hard into the ropes, chest-first. Erick bounces off of it and staggers directly into the grasp of Mark Storm! Mark gets ready to lift Erick into the air for a German suplex. Erick blocks the attempt with an elbow shot and then grabs hold of Mark’s arm. He runs toward the ropes and leaps over it---having the ropes do all of the work in damaging Mark’s arm for him. Erick slides back into the ring and lines himself up with Mark---delivering another armbreaker once he reaches his feet! He then grabs hold of the arm and successfully locks in an arm bar!
Taj: This is NOT a good spot for Mark to be in!
America: Not at all…
Mark’s eyes go wide in pain as the fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the struggle between the two wrestlers. Mark tries to reach out to the ropes and does what he can to position his body in such a way that he can get at least a FINGER on the ropes. Erick pulls back on his arm as much as he can. The fans will on Your Hero and Mine as Erick keeps the hold perfectly locked in! Mark slowly scoots his body toward the ropes and almost grabs hold of them---only to have Erick pull him back toward the middle of the ring. He pulls on the arm even more as Mark’s eyes continue to show signs of excruciating pain!
Taj: I’m not sure how Mark is going to get out of this!
America: He’s not!
Mark continues to try and fight his way out of the hold, but his efforts grow weaker over time. Erick continues to do as much damage as he can as Mark’s body finally goes limp---the pain too much for him to bear. The referee calls for the bell.
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….Erick St. John!!!
Taj: And Erick St. John with his first successful defense in his second reign as World Heavyweight Champion!
America: It was too much for Mark to deal with...though he wrestled a good match and deserves some respect for that!
As Erick Saint John celebrates in the ring and holds his title high over his head, suddenly the lights in the arena flicker savagely before they go out all together with a very loud clunk.
Taj: What’s going on here?!
Suddenly the video wall starts to flicker hard with static for several seconds before the wall goes utterly dark again before the sounds of voices echoing throughout the Broadmoor World Arena before a voice speaks in the darkness.
[Voice:]
You think you know me?
Hahahah
You never did
At that point a bass line slowly builds into an accompanying drum set as the video wall suddenly flickers to life with the signature logo of the Mechanical Animals appearing on the screen as "The Other Side" (MA Edit) by Alter Bridge begins to play in earnest.
America: Seems like Erick may have some company.
Taj: It’s been weeks since we’ve seen Jacob Striker!
At that moment the lights in the arena suddenly come back on and we see that Erick Saint John is looking up at something in the stands at which point the cameras then cut to where we see none other than Jacob Striker himself in a black suit standing with two other men in black suits, but they are wearing Court of Owls style masks.
Taj: What is this about?!
America: Isn’t this the same thing Erick did last year?
Jacob and Erick stare hard at each other before Erick holds the One Wrestle Movement title high above his head in an attempt to assert his dominance. Jacob simply strikes a crucifix pose at which point the crowds simply explode with a mixed pop for the “Cronenberg of Clotheslines”.
Taj: We are out of time! Thank you for joining us here on Legendary Thirty-one “Hot Girl Summer”!
America: It’s great to be back up and running!
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