Legendary 33 "Helloween" (31 October 2022)

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Taj: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to One Wrestle Movement Legendary’s special show… Helloween!

America: Less talk, more action, Taj. We’ve waited two months for live action 1WM wrestling.

Taj: Fair enough, America, fair enough.[/color]

Debut Match
Miku Asakusa vs. Captain All-Star

The bell sounds and All-Star glances to the cheering crowd momentarily before he and Miku go to lock-up. Miku starts to take an armbar but Cap is able to back off. He starts to look away again and Miku slaps the taste out of his mouth for it. Cap staggers back clutching at his cheek, reeling as much from the shock as he is from the pain and impact of the strike. Miku’s eyes go wide as she starts to berate Cap for not being invested in the match. Cap hits back, drilling Miku in the mouth. Miku grabs a side headlock and Cap walks her back to the ropes before shooting her off across the ring. Miku rebounds off the opposite ropes and Cap comes running in looking for a clothesline. Miku ducks and tumbles into a rolling cradle.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!!

Miku takes a waistlock and rides Cap on the ground. Cap tries to get away and regain his upright posture. Miku turns and takes Cap back down into a backslide. Cap rolls over and Miku takes a side headlock on the mat. Cap reaches out with his foot and hooks the bottom rope. Miku releases her grip and backs off. Cap stands back up and then stares in awe at the cheering crowd. As he does this, Miku waits until he turns around, moves in, and hits him with a vicious Destinato (spear)! Cap goes down and Miku covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: Here is your winner….Miku Asakusa!!!

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out completely as the opening choir as the fans start to slowly grow in strength with their mixture of jeers/cheers as a sinister voice echoes throughout the arena.

[Voice]
”You think you know me
Hahahahahah
You never did”

The camera then shows us the entrance way that is now filled with smoke and a rich purple light as first from out of nowhere Raijin Hunter steps out into the light to the left followed by Wil Pierce to the right and then a moment later, Jacob Striker himself steps into the picture through the smoke with Amanda Belnads and a fourth figure behind him as the lights suddenly explode backup as “The Other Side” by Alter Bridge begins to play in earnest as the fivesome slowly start to make their way to the ring.

Taj: When we heard that the Mechanical Animals were coming back to 1WM, I honestly thought that we were getting the usual bunch of misfits that have come this way in the past to show their support to the former World Champion, but when Amanda Belnades made her appearance on the last edition of Legendary, she made it clear that something in The Renassiance’s last promo had triggered something within them that has caused this kind of return.

America: I hope this incarnation can do better than past ones. Because those past ones were straight up shi…

The group gets into the ring, with Jacob in the middle with Raijin and Wil to either side of him while the other man simply keeps an eye out on the other side as Amanda hands Jacob a mic, but the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” looks at it for a moment before he hands it to Wil which in turns causes a mixed pop as the music slowly fades away in the background.

Wil Pierce: A couple of weeks ago, Erick Saint John came out here to a massive pop from the homeless people that he had bribed with free food to make it sound like you, the *REAL* FANS of this company, actually believed in his bullshit with false cheers as he came out here with the other two halves of his human centipede in Damon and Aurora, he paraded the baby momma of his wee little Bastard, and he hoisted the One Wrestle Movement world title high above his head and went on a cavalcade of lies that made me personally wonder how he wasn’t be struck down from God on high for how much he was lying in that very ring! For you see, my people, the only truth that Erick Saint John told that night was that he did indeed beat Jacob Striker for the world title, and hence bravo Erick…you told one truth that drowned a horrible death within your sea of lies!

Wil stops for a moment and allows that to sink in as he takes in the crowds for a moment before nodding.

Wil Pierce: The truth hurts, doesn’t Erick? And while you can try to deny it and call me a thousand things that I haven’t been called before but I will happily remind every single person in this arena and around the world that I am the LAST *HONEST* man in all of professional wrestling, while you sir…you can’t stop lying from breathing now can you? I mean that very title that you love to throw around into everyone’s faces, that you are the “First among Equals” bit of bullshit, that’s perhaps one of the biggest lies that I have ever heard in this sport and that, my dear man, is saying something because let me tell you something-you are not as great as you claim to be, Erick Saint John.

You are not in the same league as Scott Oasis, Stephanie Matsuda, Killjoy Ito, Bianca Davis, Melienda Rhodes, Don Tirri, Morgan Banch, Arata Asakura, Solomon Monster, Mister Deedee, Myojin, Graham Baker, Chris Slayton, Felix Hartley, Christopher Sabertooth, or even Ya Girl, Q…and you know that, and the only reason why you won’t go out there and try to prove it is because most of those wrestlers want nothing to do with a piece of garbage like *you*, because for all of your bragging, self important posturing, and self righteous talk…you are nothing more than a second rate conman who just happens to get lucky!

The fans explode with a really heated face pop, the kind that one hears on Jerry Springer, as Wil allows himself a moment to smile as he goes about his work before his expression grows serious as he jabs a finger in Jacob’s direction.

Wil Pierce: Now this *man*, this man went out to every promotion that he is in and tried to get other feds to work with Cedric…but one name kept coming up every single time that they said “no” and gave him a reason for the “no…and that was *your* name, Erick. Because you don’t play well with others, you kept making this man…Jacob Alexander Striker…out to be the “Villain” of your sick little fantasy when in fact he was busting his ass to try and support this promotion by showing the other feds that Cedric wasn’t a bad promoter for allowing pieces of garbage like you to come in and turn his fed into a toxic dump like you’ve been known to do right here in this promotion.

I mean tell me I’m wrong but isn’t every single time that a bunch of wrestlers perform an exodus from this company, it’s because you show your face and start to try to dictate how this company will run because you erroneously believe that you are actually the head of this promotion and not Cedric? I mean to be fucking even more honest here, I’m honestly surprised that Cedric actually continues to allow you to work here with all the bullshit that you keep heaping upon his head by calling him a “coward” and the such for actually doing what is right for *HIS* company and not your fragile fucking *ego*, Erick, and as hence is yet another reason why no other company wants to work with One Wrestle Movement.

All but Pro Wrestling Nova, another company that you love to shit on because they have the balls to stand up to the nonexistent powerbase that you proclaim that you have. As for why Chris Slayton and Pro Wrestling Nova still continue to work with this company, despite all of your best attempts to create friction between Presidents Slayton and Cedric is for them to come out here and explain, not some little pedantic twat like you.

I mean a few months ago while you were doing your whole mask bullshit prior to Massive, you kept claiming that you were going to bring “honor” back to the championship title when in fact the only “honor” that you really cared about was making Cedric “honor” your back account with the champion’s purse and nothing else because every single word out of your mouth is a lie and you know it, so come on now…prove me wrong…but more importantly..

Wil then indicates the group in the ring.

Wil Pierce: Prove *US* wrong.

Wil then hands the mic over to Jacob Striker who has a slight smile on his face as he takes the mic.

Jacob Striker: You know something...what I have to say about this matter, I'm going to say it to Erick's face. But let's just say that what I want to say, that will show not only this promotion but also the entire wrestling world how unfashionably *plain*, Erick Saint John really is. Now hit our music.

"The Other Side" starts up again as the group heads to the back.

Taj:The Mechanical Animals with ALOT to say tonight!

America: Can you say “propaganda”, Taj? I mean, some of that verbal diarrhea that Wil Pierce was spewing had some hints of truth but on the whole it was just a bunch of crap honestly.

Tag Team Match
Powerhouse Neon (Jessica Hendrix and Megan Enders) vs. Jessica Anderson and Nicole Smoak

The match starts out with the “battle of the Jessicas” as Hendrix and Anderson meet in the middle of the ring in typical lock up fashion. They push each other around until Anderson grabs a fistful of Hendrix’ hair and yanks it back harshly. She then quickly capitalizes by hitting Hendrix with a one handed bulldog before scrambling back up to her feet. Anderson then takes the time to gloat a little bit before turning her attention back to Hendrix… who was poised and waiting for her to do so. Hendrix is then quick to fire off an armbar before following it up with a dropkick that sends Anderson flying. Both their respective partners are egging them on from their corners as Hendrix yanks Anderson back up to her feet. Anderson tries to hit Hendrix with a spinning heel kick but it doesn’t land and instead hits her with a kick to the knee, angering Hendrix. The two trade a few blows back and forth until Hendrix capitalizes with a crossbody after using the ropes for a little bit of added leverage.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!

Frustrated, Hendrix keeps hold of Anderson’s wrist as the latte tries to fight her off and the former goes to tag in her partner. Anderson manages to break free of Hendrix’ grasp just before Enders is tagged in, allowing her to run full force across the ring to tag in Nicole Smoak. Nicole comes charging in like she always does and meets up with Megan in the center of the ring where the two women instantly start brawling like a couple of street cats. Nicole manages to come out on top after hitting a short-arm clothesline and following it up with a roundhouse kick… but Megan loses her balance slightly so she doesn’t catch the full force of the kick. This would then allow her to get back up to her feet quicker where she then charges forward, hitting Nicole with a spear that seemingly breaks her opponent in half.

The fans are cheering loudly and up on their feet as Megan gets back up to a vertical base, yanking Nicole up by her wrist before hitting her with a powerbomb.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: Here are your winners… Jessica Hendrix and Megan Enders… POWERHOUSE NEON!!

Taj: What a great fun match!

America: NEXT!

The cameras switch to outside the arena where the practise football pitches are situated next to it. Standing at the halfway line wearing a custom black suit and waist coat with a mouse dress shirt is Chris Crippler. His long hair swept to one side due to the slight breeze. He has one hand in his trouser pocket whilst the other rests on top of his waist coat as Chris looks at the camera.

Chris Crippler: Oh, they haven’t resigned him. Have they?

Chris shakes his head disapprovingly.

Chris Crippler: Don’t worry this isn’t another Mark Storm revival of a career. Or a brief cameo by yours truly. No. This is something new. Something different to say the least.

He removes his hair from his face as the wind changes direction before continuing.

Chris Crippler: I am here to revolutionise the tag team division in 1WM. It has become repetitive of the same teams challenging the champions, the same story of them winning and retaining is something I’m getting bored of, and if I get bored of a book or series then you stop reading or watching. And let me tell you boys and girls that isn’t what the board of directors wants for 1WM. Oh no.

Chris places both his hands into his trouser pockets.

Chris Crippler: I know what you’re thinking. Seeing young William Ryder taunt the champions on Twitter and I’m going to reveal myself as a partner! ..nope. That isn’t what this is all about. No. Today will be the start of My Premiership! Introducing two gentleman that’ll change the very foundations of the Tag Team Division. First is a man who will be gracing a certain television show at a company Mark Storm & Griffin Hawkins knows all too well, a man hailing from land of the midnight sun! He is the Norwegian Kriger! This.. is.. Matthiesen!

From the left side of Chris walks a bald man, wearing a leather jacket and his wrestling attire, he stops next to Crippler and creaks his neck to the side.

Chris Crippler: Standing six foot three, two hundred and seventy something of burly man, he is the Venerer.. HAAAANSON!

To Chris’ right walks a tall tattooed man, his balding head covered with overgrown hair and long bushy moustache, he too is in wrestling attire and wearing a long sleeveless black coat as he stands to his right snarling at the camera. Chris raises his arms up at either side and smiles.

Chris Crippler: This is the collective known simply as, Pernicious. Pretty good, right? As Special Emissary to these fine gentleman I’m going to lead them to oh so much glory. Starting tonight against the former 1WM Tag Team Champions, the illiterates.. no, wait that is wrong. Eric and Dexter, The Headhunters!

He lowers his arms and does a long drawn sigh.

Chris Crippler: Anyone who watched the ‘Best Of..’ show would have seen them highlighted, they’ve been here and you could say they’re the long lasting team of 1WM.. I’m not. I’m sick and tired of them bastardising the English language! They tweet and speak like they’re sounding words out! The last time I checked they’re not in preschool learning how to spell their name! They grown men who have achieved the pinnacle and now they’re going to shown that names mean exactly what they mean..

Chris Crippler takes a step back through the team and drapes his arms over their shoulders.

Chris Crippler: ...and that’s Pernicious!

Matthiesen and Hansen look fired up ready for their debut in 1WM. Chris Crippler smirks sadistically as he takes his hands off the pair and raises his head up in a proud manner as the scene fades and the cameras switch over.

Tag Team Debut Match
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. The Mechanical Animals (The "Blackhart" Wil Pierce and The "Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter)

The bell sounds and Strike 2 Kill run across the ring. MIles pulls up just short of the Mechanical Animals and drops to all fours. Liam jumps off his partner’s back and nails both Pierce and Hunter with a poetry in motion that knocks them both through the ropes to the floor! Pierce and Hunter slowly start to get to their feet. MIles quickly scales the near corner and then leaps off into a corkscrew plancha onto both Mechanical Animals. Liam watches from the ring, gripping the top rope with both hands. MIles rolls away from the Mechanical Animals and slips into the ring. Pierce and Hunter start to stagger to their feet and Liam slingshots himself up to the top into an Asai moonsault that takes both Mechanical Animals right back down to the floor!

Taj: The crowd is loving this!

America: Yeah, but Strike 2 Kill can do all the big pretty moves in the world and it doesn't mean anything if they never get them back in the ring!

Liam gets back up and rolls into the ring next to his tag partner. MIles nods and the two take crouches/sprinters stances. Pierce and Hunter get their feet and both Strike 2 Kill take off across the ring. As they reach the far ropes, Amanda Belnades grabs MIles’s foot. Liam rebounds off the ropes while Miles falls on his face, Liam jumps out over the top rope for a tope con hilo that only knocks down Hunter. Pierce rushes into the ring and hits MIles with The Scream Machine (running knee strike)! MIles hits hard and Pierce covers.

One…

Two…

TH…LIAM BREAKS IT UP!!

Hunter starts to come to the ring, seemingly brandishing a weapon that he’s concealing in his hand. The referee steps up to stop him, turning his back to everyone else. Pierce shoves Liam over to the rope and Amanda pulls him out to the floor. MIles starts to get up and Amanda punches him in the mouth before dropping an elbow down onto Liam on the floor. Pierce pushes MIles over to him and he punches him in the mouth again. He turns and stomps on Liam before walking away to give himself some distance. Pierce pulls MIles up and gives him a scoop slam. MIles hits hard and Pierce gives him a legdrop. Hunter steps up, shows the referee he has nothing and then runs into the ring. He pulls MIles up and hits the Tornado Spike (Rainmaker)!

Taj: Why aren’t they going for the pin?

America: Because they have bigger fish to fry...

Taj: Bigger fish?

America: A message is coming!

Amanda makes sure the referee can see she’s nowhere near the action as Hunter slips out to the floor and slaps the Phantom Pain (armbar/omoplata stepover scissored armbar) on Liam on the floor! Pierce grabs MIles and puts on Redrum (TazMission)! Liam grimaces in pain on the floor while MIles reaches out for the ropes in the ring. Pierce pulls harder and MIles quickly fades out. With Liam still fighting on the floor, the referee reaches in to check on MIles.

One…Miles’ arm drops.

Two…Miles’ arm drops again.

THREE!!!

Miles’ arm falls a third time and the referee calls for the bell.

Taj: What a travesty!

America: The right team won!

Taj: Only...

America: Stop it right there. They didn’t NEED Amanda's help. This time, they were just enjoying themselves!

Hunter releases Liam and Pierce releases MIles. The two Mechanical Animals members both stand up and mockingly bow to the crowd.

Torres: Here are your winners…Wil Pierce and Raijin Hunter…The Mechanical Animals!!!

Scene cuts backstage, where we find Butterscotch Monroe conversing with an unseen individual.

Butterscotch Monroe: Are we almost ready?

Voice: Production truck says we are ready to go in 3.. 2… 1…

Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time are none other than the reigning One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, Aurora and Damon Graves, The Fallen Angels!

With this, Damon and Aurora enter the frame, championship belts draped over their shoulders.

Butterscotch Monroe: Later on tonight, you team with the two women that you defeated to regain your championships, Justice Cross and Brianna Matthews, the Vixens…

Aurora Graves: Let me stop you right there, Butterscotch

Butterscotch is a bit taken aback by the interruption, but the look on Aurora’s face has made it abundantly clear that she isn’t here to make nice.

Aurora Graves: My husband and I have made it obvious that we don’t necessarily get along with the Vixens. But this isn’t about “getting along,” it’s about standing with another team to fight against a common enemy. And THAT is something I have no issue with.

Damon Graves: There’s an old adage, Butterscotch: “The enemy of my enemy is my friend…”

Butterscotch Monroe: So you’re saying that the Vixens are now your friends? That kinda contradicts what your wife just said.

Damon Graves: Not exactly. You see, there’s no real love lost between ourselves and the Vixens, but circumstances have made us allies against the Royal Court.

Butterscotch Monroe: A group of individuals who have run rampant thus far in One Wrestle Movement.

Aurora Graves: That’s the key phrase: “thus far.” Here’s the thing. It’s easy for a group to gang up on one individual, or even a couple of people. After all, as long as they’ve got the numbers advantage, odds are they’re going to come out ahead, right?

Damon Graves: But if you even the odds, they’ll be about as successful as Kanye West trying to get a shoe deal.

Butterscotch does her professional best to maintain her composure at that line. The same can’t be said for Aurora, who bursts into laughter. Butterscotch and Damon both look at her, which causes her to shrug her shoulders.

Aurora Graves: What? His partnerships are dropping like flies, so it’s a fitting analogy, no? And by the way, babe… it’s “Ye” now.

Sarcasm drips from Aurora’s lips as she says that last line as Damon rolls his eyes.

Damon Graves: The only time I’LL go “Ye” for that fucker is when he announces that he’ll never utter another word in public ever again. But getting back to the topic, the Royal Court needs a reality check. Attacking us from behind isn’t original, and it sure as fuck isn’t your golden ticket…

Damon pats the center plate of the title belt on his shoulder. Aurora does the same with hers.

Aurora Graves: All it does is motivate us to do what we have to do in order to knock those bitches off of their self-constructed pedestals. Even if it means teaming up with people we’d normally be standing across the ring from. The Royal Pains may think they have the edge in terms of cohesiveness, but their collective egos will prove to be their downfall. We’ve proven time and time again what happens when you underestimate us…

Damon Graves: That’s right… Every team that’s faced us learned the hard way EXACTLY why we’re the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions. You can try to knock us down, but we get right back up. But when we knock people down…

Damon brings his fists together and points them knuckles first towards the camera.

Aurora Graves: They STAY down!

And with that, the champs depart.

Butterscotch Monroe: Taj… America… back to you.

Scene cuts back to the announce table.

Tag Team Debut Match
Pernicious (Matthiesen and Hansen) vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)

The bell sounds and the four competitors meet in the middle of the ring at a full run, Hansen crashing into Eric while Matthiesen collides with Dexter. Hansen and Eric start trading punches while Dexter and Matthiesen start to grapple, Dexter taking a standing switch into a waistlock that then drops down into a roll-up.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

Hansen blasts Eric and Eric fires back. Hansen returns fire, Eric does as well and then keeps trading: Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric! Dexter pops up and nails Hansen in the back allowing Eric to pull him down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

Matthiesen charges at the Headhunters as they back up by the far ropes. Matthiesen comes on and Eric and Dexter elevate him with a backdrop over the top rope! Matthiesen crashes to the floor, landing flat on his face and stomach. The referee starts to step in and move one or the other off when Hansen rushes in and knocks Dexter over the top as well! Dexter tumbles down and lands next to Matthiesen. Eric clocks Hansen and Hansen fires back. Eric bounces off the ropes and jumps up into a Superman punch. Hansen goes down hard and Eric jumps on top for a cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Taj: The Headhunters are taking it to the newcomers here tonight!

America: You expected something different?

Taj: I don’t know what I expected but...

America: So you haven’t been paying attention, I see. Typical!

Hansen and Eric get to their feet and start trading shots again: Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric, Hansen, Eric! Hansen looks for another one but Eric ducks and Dexter grabs the ropes causing Hansen to tumble through to the floor! He hits hard and Dexter starts to climb back only for Matthiesen to grab his ankle. Dexter tries to kick Matthiesen off, Eric grabbing his partner by his wrist to try and pull Dexter back into the ring while Matthiesen pulls to try and bring Dexter back to the floor. Hansen starts to stand up and Dexter kicks again. Matthiesen falls loose and then tries to grab Dexter’s foot again. Eric pulls Dexter half in. Matthiesen starts to climb after him. Hansen dives into the ring as the referee goes to count on the other wrestlers.

One…

Two…

Eric pulls on Dexter, Matthiesen pulls the other way. Eric tries to pull harder as the referee continues to count.

Three…

Four…

Five…

Matthiesen pulls and Eric almost loses his grip on Dexter.

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Eric releases his grip. Dexter and Matthiesen fall back to earth on the concrete at ringside. Chris Crippler dives into the ring, grabs Eric and hooks his face, swinging into a cutter. Pernicious’ Special Emissary rolls out of the ring. Hansen staggers over, grabs Eric, and hits Slaughter-Line (clothesline from Hell/powerful lariat variation)!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

America: What… the...

Taj: Pernicious just stole a victory!

Torres: Your winners…Hansen and Matthiesen…Pernicious!

America: That was some bullshit!

Taj: You have to know that this is far from being over between Pernicious and The Headhunters!

The crowd continues to remain quiet as we come back from our commercial break. In the ring was that familiar red velvet carpet along with two chairs and a small table in between both chairs. On top of the table was a pitcher of water and two glasses. All of a sudden the crowd began to give their mixed reaction when they heard the familiar song “Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender playing over the pa system. Justice Cross would walk out of the back dressed as Harley Quinn and had a black bat with her as well. Smirking as she would talk down to the fans she reached the bottom of the ramp where one of the security guards walked up to her. She would look at him and he placed his hand on the bat which caused her to pull the bat back looking at him. Looking to the bat she looked back to the guard and then held the bat out for him. She then went to the ring and climbed up onto the apron going half way onto it. Stepping through the ropes she would go over to her chair which had the mic on it. Looking to the fans she would still hear them with their reaction to her.

Justice Cross: Before I start my show I’ve got a little message for Tap. You see I know he is watching and listening because he wants to make sure I don’t use my bat tonight but if you ever send a security guard up to me like that again I will break his damn knee. And it will not be my fault, it will be your fault. I mean you said I could bring it to the ring with me but I couldn’t use it in my match. Does this look like my damn match? Hell no it doesn’t. You know why?

Smirking before laughing a bit she would look at the fans before putting the mic back up to her mouth.

Justice Cross: Because this is Justice for All and I’m your host Justice Cross! Tonight on Helloween I’ve got a special treat for all of you. My guest tonight made his debut here in One Wrestle at Glory 18 back in March where we all saw him beat Mark Storm. He then went on to Glory 19 where he faced McKenna Hardy and lost to her, went to the following Glory which was Glory 20 and lost to Blake Belladonna, and made his Legendary appearance at Legendary 31 where he beat none other than Pattie Rose. This guy is still fairly new and not much is known about him so that’s why I chose him for this show. I am so excited for you guys. At this time would you please welcome Daniel Wolf!

The Lights turn dim as the arena goes black. The song “In my Zone” by Moody Mourad The familiar bop begins , the sounds of flashing cameras echo throughout the vicinity. In addition, the overlapping chatter among the audio insinuates paparazzi, as the flashing lights fixture to the top of the steel made ramp.

"Ok so now’s the time
To get a few things off my chest
Been killin’ it lately
But people wanna criticize my success"

Standing there The Prodigy himself appears with a self assured presence. He tilts his head back, his blonde hair flowing with his slight movements. His black leather jacket and shiny sunglasses fit the vintage aesthetic, his poise staying proper as his hands reside in his jacket pocket.

"It’s nothin’ personal
I just don’t need much help
I tried to warn you
That I’ll handle it myself"

His head cocks downward, his dark hues flaring through the luminous flashes, staring into the lens and delivering an old fashion wink. With that one simple movement, the lights in the arena resume to normal frequency.

"Move back get out the way
I’m comin’ up on my roll
Don’t care what you got to say
Ain’t gonna get to my soul"

Daniel Wolf takes off his jacket and heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace, his brims curling to a devious smirk, snickers escaping his lips as well. He enters the squared circle. Wolf walks along the red velvet carpet before he takes a seat. He slowly raises his glasses over his head and winks at the camera with devious intentions as the fans respond with massive jeers.

Daniel Wolf: It’s nice to finally get some recognition around here. I would say thank you for having me, but I should really be saying your welcome.

The man teases as his smirk only grows more and more, leaning back in his chair and getting comfortable as the fans only continue to boo him more and more.

Justice Cross: Oh sweetheart, I didn’t ask you to be on here for recognition. I asked you to be on here because I felt I needed to mix it up a bit. Two can play like that.

The man the entire time was cleaning his sunglasses with his shirt, looking back up at her dramatically confused.

Daniel Wolf: I’m sorry, were you saying something? Listen— I got a match later tonight. So if we could speed this up please..?

Justice Cross: You’re a rude arrogant man aren’t you. You know what Daniel? This is my show and you will respect me for it. But let’s get to why I brought you here. And that is to talk to you about you. Now let me see if I was right a little bit ago. You first debuted here for One Wrestle back in March?

Daniel Wolf: Finally, a topic that I actually care about. Let’s see— I first get called for a contract in January, two years after being in developmental. Had my first match back in march and BEAT the same man I’m going to beat tonight Mark Storm and I got everyone’s attention. Sure, the other few matches weren’t my best, but if there was one thing that people remembered, it was the name Daniel..Wolf. I mean, how could you not remember the future of this business?

Justice Cross: Well, I don’t know about most people but you are right. A person can’t forget your name and I know that I for one didn't, which is why I requested you specifically for this show. So you beat Mark Storm. How did it feel the moment you won your first match here? I mean from the aspect of coming out of developmental to the big yard?

Daniel Wolf: Please, if anyone should be feeling anything it’s those ungrateful fans who have been nothing but rude to an elegant and talented man such as myself.

Their boo’s become even louder, Wolf just waving them off as he returns back to his leaned back state on the chair.

Daniel Wolf: Winning wasn’t what made me feel something, I expect nothing less to win and be the best. No— it was when I heard my song play and felt my hand raised in that exact spot in this ring. I knew then, this is where I’m meant to be. This will be MY legacy, and it all starts here. I already have a few tricks up my sleeves.. And I’m just getting started.

Justice Cross: Do you see how rude these people are being to you? I mean my god people. This is Daniel Wolf. You will show some respect for my guest or I will shut this show down tonight. Now then, back to you. They say there is something about the way we hear that music of ours and the excitement that goes along with it. I want to fast track everything and get to the rest of your match tonight because Daniel…you have to know that you just aren’t facing Mark Storm. You are also facing Blake Belladonna and some guy named Tim Brody. Have you been scouting the rest of your competition? If so, do you think they will realize that neither one of them have to be pinned to win?

Daniel Wolf: Listen, not to be a party pooper, but I look at my real competition in my matches. Sure, Mark isn’t much competition, but he’s been some of the best competition so far on this show, gotta give him some credit. The other two… what’s their names? Tom Brady and Blake Shelton? Yeah, I’m not too worried about them. What they should be worried about is me. My entire life has been a constant battle of underestimating my power and underestimating the damage I could do. No matter how many times I prove it, it never seems to fail me. Just like a few months ago, tonight.. I’m making my name heard… no matter what I need to do in order to become the FACE of One Wrestle.

Looking at her nails she would look back towards her guest that evening.

Justice Cross: I think you are right on the mark about your other competition because honestly, who names their kid Tim. Oh, back to the show. I think you have an awesome talent when you step into this ring and that is why your name got heard the minute I had them announce that you would be my guest tonight. I mean what better way to have it heard than by the One Wrestle powers to be right? When I give them a name, they do everything to get it heard numerous times. But come on now Daniel. The face of One Wrestle? Are you sure you can reach that spot? And I mean no disrespect to you when I ask you that. I’m just trying to think on what level you are at right now with things.

Daniel Wolf: You must be joking— right? You must not know who I am, so I’m just going to repeat this to you. I am THE Daniel Wolf. THE Prodigy of pro wrestling. THE Virtuoso inside this ring. That name is going to be HEADLINING week in and week out. Who’s been the topic of conversation ever since I came back hm? Not Patti Rose, Not Mark Storm— Hell, not even the world champion. No.. it’s been Me. For the past two years I’ve worked my ass off more than anyone could ever imagine. I gave my entire life into this business… and I’m just getting started Ms. Cross. Hell, I haven’t scratched the surface of what I have to offer. I’m shooting straight for the top baby, because that’s where real stars are supposed to be. I’m not just confident, I’m certain I can not only reach that top spot, but BE the name that is mentioned as the TOP star of One Wrestle. It’s as simple as that..

Justice Cross: It’s Mrs. Cross but you can call me Justice. I don’t mind. And to be honest I didn’t know who you were or what you were about when I requested you to be my guest for this show. So again I will tell you that I meant no disrespect towards you. But I have a question for you now since hearing what you told me, what are you going to do if you don’t win tonight? You aren’t going to stop trying to get to the top are you? Because you said you worked your ass off for the past two years and gave your life to this business. Let me tell you something, two years is nothing compared to the past fifteen years. So when you tell me that you want to get to the top of this business or company you gotta make me believe it more than just you worked your ass off the past two years. Again, I mean no disrespect. I just want to know if I can tell our boss that you’re that guy. Because contrary to what people think around here, if I say something, the boss listens. So I just need to know if I can say this will become your yard.

Daniel Wolf: You want to be convinced? Okay.. I’ll make you convinced. It wasn’t just two years of working my ass off. It was two years of no sleep… no eat… no shelter. People like to assume that because of my last name, I had it easy. But it was the total opposite of that. I had no one to support me in my dream. No one believed in me. Hell— I did this all on my own. Since 17 years old.. Still a kid and I had to find my way in not only wrestling, but this world. But you know what got me through it? You know what I did every single day for those past two years? Those 730 days? I was training. I was getting stronger. I was getting more athletic. I was working on who I was on my own. No one else but me. I eat, breathe and sleep this business, and I’m going to let all those endless days and nights go to waste over one loss or one setback. I will be the face of wrestling, because I don’t just appreciate and love wrestling, I am wrestling. Two years and I still got so much more in me. I haven’t even reached my full potential. The sky is the limit.. And I want it all, and I’m willing to everything and anything to become THE face of this company and the FACE of pro wrestling. Get used to this face.. Cause Daniel Wolf will be the top guy, and he has no care for whoever he has to take down in order to do so. Trust me.. This is just the start. The start.. Of MY rise to the top.

Justice Cross: You see that’s what I’m talking about. You have the drive and passion that some don’t have. You know what you want so you go get it. It’s something I tend to do myself but alright I can honestly say I can now see you as being the guy. So you go enjoy that match tonight and you show all these people what it is you do in that ring because if I say someones good, it’s because they are. And trust me, I’ve watched your previous matches. Win or lose you’re pretty damn good at what you can do in the ring. Ladies and gentlemen his name is Daniel Wolf. And like it or not, he is the future of not only this business but the future face of One Wrestle. Oh and Daniel, your match, starts right now.

getting up out of her chair she motioned for him to move. She then went to the ropes to step through them and onto the apron. She would jump down to the floor as the ring crew quickly took the stuff from her show out of the ring.

Fatal Fourway Match
Daniel Wolf vs. Mark Storm vs. Blake Belladonna vs. Tim Brody

Taj: This match is jam packed with talent!

America: Riiight…

The four wrestlers square up, Daniel and Blake, Tim and Mark as the bell rings. They lock up in pairs. Daniel fires Blake up and over with a belly to belly suplex and Mark fires Tim over with a quick snap suplex. The two of them turn their focus to one another squaring off with blows. Blake and Tim both get to their feet. Blake gets to her feet a bit sooner and sends both Daniel and Mark crashing to the mat with back to back dropkicks!

Taj: The action is heating up now!

America: If you say so.

Daniel is up and locks up with Blake. She hits him with a jab and then pulls him into a headlock. Daniel steps forward and sends Blake flying toward the ropes but is blindsided by Tim with a clothesline!

Taj: What a move by Tim Brody!

America: Now that hurts!

Mark hits Tim with a rolling suplex only to be caught by a flying body press by Blake. Daniel crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Blake turns around just as Daniel runs forward and hits connects with God’s Faith (the Landslide)! Daniel drops for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match is… Daniel Wolf!

Taj: And just like that, Daniel Wolf emerges victorious!

America: Meh…

Glory Championship Match
Silas Jessup vs. "The Cobra Queen" Rei Park vs. "Mean Machine" Jay Aguero

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the following THREE WAY MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the 1WM GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd pops.

”The Beginning is The End is The Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins blares throughout the arena as Silas Jessup makes his way down the ramp.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches and a half….he is SILAAAASSSSS JESSUUUUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

The techno like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds. Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.

As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.

You can call me monster.

She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous jeering of fans.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Seoul, South Korea….weighing in at a weight of one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….she is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….she is the Cobra Queen…..REEEEIIIIIIII PARRRRKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“As I Am” by Dream Theater plays throughout the arena as Jay Aguero, Glory championship belt over his shoulder, stomps down the rampway.

Torres: Finally 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 1WM Glory Champion….he is the Mean Machine…..JAAAAAAYYYYYY AGUERRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After a brief attention shift to the staredown between Silas and Jay the referee calls for the bell, making the match underway!

DING DING DING!!!

Rei and Jay both shoot for Silas, but Rei gets there way ahead of the Glory Champ. Rei presses Silas up against the ropes. Jay delivers a knife-edge chop to the chest of Silas with Rei delivering a chop as well.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!

Jay and Rei shoot Silas across the ring and Silas ducks underneath the attempted double clothesline. He bounces off the ropes and flies through the air, connecting with a double clothesline across the two throats of Rei Park and Jay Aguero. Silas and Rei are both back on their feet and begin to trade blows. Rei gets the slight upperhand and backs Silas up against the turnbuckle. She delivers a couple stiff punches to the side of Silas’ head before pulling him out of the corner and hitting a snap suplex! She floats seamlessly into the cover, in an attempt to pick up the quick win.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!

Taj: Rei trying to pick up the quick win, but Silas kicks out before the third count drops!

America: There’s no way she could have really thought that would be enough. I mean Silas ain’t the greatest, but most wrestlers short of an actual corpse could kick out of that pretty easily.

Rei rolls right back to her feet and Silas does the same. He is met with a vicious kick from behind by Jay Aguero, cracking Silas across the back of the left leg. Silas crumples to the ground and Jay drops down beside him, using a combination of angry man punches and slaps, as well as a couple well-placed rakes to the eyes that are unseen by the official. Silas manages to roll away and to the outside of the ring. Jay moves to the ropes and starts yelling profanities at Silas, and shouting “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” repeatedly as well. However, his focus on Silas proves to be costly as Rei Park hits him with a dropkick to the back of the neck, dropping Jay to the mat.

Silas slides underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring. Rei attacks immediately, stomping on Silas’ neck as Silas tries to make it back to his feet. Silas ducks underneath an attempted clothesline and bounces off the ropes. He ducks underneath another clothesline and stops on a dime. Rei Park turns around and is met with a shoulder to the midsection. Rei doubles over and Silas delivers a double axe handle to the back. Rei drops to a knee and Silas drops down with her, snapping in an ankle lock on the left ankle of Rei!

Rei struggles, looking to find the ropes, but Silas pulls her back toward the center of the ring. Rei screams and writhes around in pain as Silas locks the hold in tighter, torquing the ankle as far as he can toward a 90 degree angle. Rei looks like she is about to tap out when a sudden “CRACK” sounds throughout the arena! Silas releases the hold and a second “CRACK” sounds out and Silas drops to a knee. Jay Aguero stands over him having delivered yet another couple of KNIFE-EDGE CHOPS!

Taj: Silas got blindsided there!

America: Yeah, and how is that going to wind up for Jay exactly?

Jay drops to a knee and begins angrily clubbing Silas across the back of the neck. Silas flops down onto his back and begins covering his face to avoid the punches. Jay covers Silas and hooks the leg, trying to pick up a fast one.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICKOUT!!

Silas rolls to his feet, looking bothered and fierce. He approaches Jay and begins delivering a series of right hands of his own. Jay staggers backwards and Silas knocks him down with a clothesline. Rei rushes toward Silas, finally getting up after the ankle lock, and Silas drops to the mat, plants his knees into Rei’s stomach, and tosses her overhead to the floor below!

The crowd gives Silas a well-deserved pop as he leaps to his feet and briefly surveys the surrounding area. He raises his eyebrows a little bit as Jay gets back to a vertical base. Silas taunts Jay with his right hand, urging Jay to come closer…closer…as Jay turns around, Silas sets up and delivers The Perfect Shot (discus clothesline) finishing maneuver! The crowd cheers louder as Silas floats effortlessly into the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Taj: Silas Jessup with the victory! He’s the new Glory Champion!

America: I’ll reserve judgment for later, Taj. He wasn’t exactly fighting against worldbeaters tonight, now was he?

Torres: The winner of this match…AND NEW Glory Champion…Silas Jessup!

Silas pops back to his feet and raises his arms in victory celebration before the crowd. He steps through the center rope to the outside of the ring, given the Glory title, and begins making his way up the ramp. Rei Park looks annoyed from the outside of the ring as Jay Aguero is still down in the center of the ring.

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Eight Person Tag Team Match
The Royal Court (Marie Laurant, Christina Fierce, Veronica Taylor, and Kelli Saint) vs. The Vixens (Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross) and The Fallen Angels (Damon and Aurora Graves)

The bell rings as the legal competitors of Damon and Marie begin to circle around the ring, wondering who will make the first move. As Damon goes in for the lock up, Marie instantly backs away into their corner with a smirk on her face.

America: Talk about strategy!

Taj: Now I know you’re not serious…

It doesn’t take long for Marie to make the tag to Veronica, entering the ring with full force as she hits a lari- NO! Damon lifts her up to a back body drop! He runs off the ropes and delivers a nasty leg drop before covering!

One….

Tw…Kick out!

Damon tags in his partner Aurora as The Fallen Angels deliver a double dropkick! Aurora tags Damon back and they deliver a nasty double suplex! Damon covers the legs!

One…

Two…Kick out!

Taj: The Tag Team Champions working like a well oil machine!

America: I mean they are husband and wife….

Before Aurora goes back on the attack, Veronica crawls into her corner and tags Christina— both of them taking Aurora down hard with a double lariat! Fierce begins delivering the ground and pound to Aurora before pinning her shoulders down.

One…Kick out!

Taj: Gonna take more than that Aurora!

America: Never hurts to try, Monroe.

Taj: Please don’t call me that ever again…

Fierce lifts Aurora to her feet before landing a nasty snap suplex! She begins to taunt the opposing team, especially Damon as all three wrestlers yell back at her. This distraction gives Aurora the chance to roll Fierce up!

One…

Two…

Thre… KICKOUT!!

Taj: That was close! Would’ve been over just like that!

Aurora gets back up to her feet and— NO! She gets caught with a nasty big boot! Christina walks over with a smirk and tags in Kelli. She throws Aurora into their corner as Kelli delivers nasty mudhole stomps to Aurora. As the ref pulls Kelli away and is distracted, all the other girls begin to beat down on Aurora without the ref noticing! This causes the other three wrestlers to enter the ring to try and stop them!

Taj: There’s no way the referee didn’t see that!

American: Hey, if the ref don’t see, it’s definitely legal.

As the ref tries to hold them back, it’s useless as now all six wrestlers begin brawling in the ring! The fans go wild as the brawl is taken to the outside of the ring! The only two still in the ring are Kelli and Aurora.

Taj: All hell has broken loose here in this eight person tag match!

The six competitors fight near the ramp side of the outside. Aurora leans against the ropes near that side. Kelli takes the opportunity to dash full speed and– NO! Aurora lifts her over the ropes, causing her to land hard on all six competitors!

Taj: Talk about a domino effect!

American: Everyone’s down.. The only one standing is Aurora.

Aurora climbs the top rope and balances herself as she watches everyone stand to their feet. Taking a huge risk she jumps and lands a diving crossbody onto all the competitors! The fans go wild as everyone is down!

Taj: And everyone is down after a huge crossbody! Talk about risk taker!

Aurora stands up along with Kelli as Aurora sends her into the ring. She sees Justice climb to the apron first as she makes the tag! Kelli does the same as she tags in Fierce. Both women run at each other, but Fierce gets the advantage with a nasty lariat!

Taj: Christina could get the win here!

Christina grabs Cross’s legs and looks to lock in the— NO! Cross pushes her off into the ropes— AND GETS THE LIGHTS OUT! She falls into the cover and hooks the leg!

One….

Two…..

THREE!!

Taj: And just like that Justice got the win for her team!

American: That was some insane tag team action!

Torres: The winners of the match…the team of The Vixens, Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross, and The Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves!!

Once the bell has rung, Christina and Veronica are instantly upon Aurora and Damon with steel chairs. Marie is just as fast on Brianna, taking her out with a superkick. Justice goes to rescue her best friend but is blindsided by a vicious clothesline from Kelli. The fans booing loudly at the actions of the Royal Court as they are putting boots to the opposing team in the ring.

America: Wow looks like the Royal Court isn’t playing around anymore.

Taj: This is sick, I get Legendary Thirty-one but come on, enough is enough!

America: This is about sending a message to the entire locker room.

Soon Kelli Saint grabs a pair of handcuffs, grabs Brianna Matthews, and handcuffs her to the ring post as the rest of the Royal Court look on with sinister expressions on their faces. As out from the back, walking out with an equally sinister expression though her face is still red as the fans boo loudly at the presence of the Queen herself Bianca Davis. Dressed in opulent royal robe, and a huge black crown carrying her scepter down to the ring flanked by Simon.

America: Here comes the Queen! She said people were going to get hurt after what happened at Legendary Thirty-one!

Taj: Flanked by the Simp, I understand why she's pissed but she's taking it out on innocent people who had nothing to do with this! What is the meaning of this?! This must be what they meant by “Open Season”.

As the Queen walks out, the beatdown in the ring continues as Kelli and Marie throw Aurora and Damon out of the ring! From there, Christina and Veronica now have Justice in prime position and start beating her down with the same steel chairs they used earlier. Not long later, Kelli and Marie joined in and made it four against one as Bianca finally makes it inside of the ring.

Taj: She took her sweet time getting in there.

America: She’s important. She’s a queen, she can take as long as she wants!

Justice is getting pummeled by the chairs as Brianna is forced to watch her best friend get beaten down savagely. Each member of the Royal Court, sans Bianca, are taking turns beating up Justice with the chair. Marie and Kelli are attacking both of her legs with the chairs before one of the chairs breaks. Fierce then got the broken chair in position before getting Justice in position and drops her on her head with…

America: It Pays To Be Fierce, y’all!

Taj: That was just sick! Right on her head at that!

Marie started to yell at Justice in French before getting her up and hitting her with the Model Kiss (French Kiss)!

Taj: Somebody stop this twisted assault!

Bianca moves the rest of her court aside, smirking down at the damage done to Justice as she looks at the rest of them. Bodies are laid out all along the floor; she then motions for Simon to hand her a microphone; the fan's boos are loud and ringing throughout the arena. The Queen soon begins to speak.

Bianca Davis: What did I tell all of you?! That it would be open season on those who disrespect royalty, to those who think they can stand up to us, and to those who think it is okay to betray us. I mean, let's be honest this is all Samson’s fault. He decided it would be a smart idea to betray the woman carrying his organization for the past two years. So here is what is going to happen. Justice you will bend the knee to your Queen!

With that she demands they hold Justice up as the rest of the court forces her to bend the knee. The fans boo loudly in disgust as she’s thrown on the ground as the theme music of the Pride Champion “Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system.

Taj: This is sick! Bianca Davis and the Royal Court have gone way too far!

America: Well are you going to stop them? Then hush because Samson has created a monster.

Suddenly ”Bite Your Head Off” by King Parrot blares throughout the arena as all eyes turn to the entranceway in anticipation of Zak Slovak. Instead of coming from backstage, Zak, trusty branding iron in hand, jumps the guardrail and slides into the ring behind everyone.

Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS ZAK SLOVAK DOING HERE?!

America: Didn’t General Manager Tap suspend this nut job indefinitely?!

Feeling the presence of someone else in the ring, Christina and Kelli are the first to turn around. Zak is quickly upon them; striking Kelli in the gut with his branding iron and then swinging it to connect into the side of Christina’s arm. Both hit the mat which causes Veronica, Marie, Simon, and Bianca to turn around.

America: SECURITY! WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY?!

Marie rushes forward and is met with a devastating haymaker punch! Veronica decides to run forward and is met with a big boot to the face. Bianca attempts to make a move but Simple Simon pushes his obsession out of the ring!

Taj: Simple Simon literally just saved Bianca from a potential beating at the hands of Zak by literally pushing her out of the ring!

America: Probably the smartest thing he has done in his life.

From the floor, Bianca looks up into the ring as Zak grabs the terrified Simon by the scruff of his shirt. Zak makes eye contact with with the fuming Bianca before stuffing Simon and dropping him to the canvas with Sh*t On The Liver (powerbomb lungblower)!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Taj: I think Simon might be seriously hurt after that move.

America: I think Simon might be dead after that move.

With even more bodies laid out around the ring, Zak beckons Bianca to “bring it” but the Pride Champion simply hurls profanities at him as she backs her way up the rampway.

Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
Streaming on Splat! Network December 30th, 2022

Main Event
Tag Team Match

The Samson Family (Nina Stokes and "Ya Girl" Q) vs. “Queen B” Bianca Davis and “First Amongst Equals” Erick St. John

Torres: The following is a TAG-TEAM MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL!

A remix blend of “Sei to Shi to Kimi” by MUCC and “Believer” by Imagine Dragons hits as Ya Girl Q and Nina step out onto the entrance ramp with smiles on their faces. They frown slightly at the negative responses that they receive from the crowd. The two of them then look at each other and nod. Both wrestlers head down to the ring together and step into it, the crowd continuing on their merry way as they go.

Torres: Introducing first, they are...Nina Stokes and “Ya Girl” Q….THE SAMSONNNNNN FAMILYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: These two haven't shown much respect to their opponents...

America: For good reason!

Taj: Suspiciously absent is the presence of the Samson Family Executive Representative.

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 partner.

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: And their opponents...they are the team of the Pride of 1WM Champion and 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…BIANCAAAA DAVIIIISSSSS and ERICCCKKKKK STTTT. JOHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This is going to be one hell of a main event, everyone!

America: What’s the over/under on my girl, Bianca, is actually going through with this match and not just leaving Erick high and dry?

Taj: I really want to believe that the hatred Bianca has for Q and especially Nina is going to see her see this match through to the very end.

Ameria: Honestly, if it were me I’d bet my money on all three of the ladies just stomp a mudhole in Erick and calling it a day…

Taj: You would hope for that, America.

America: Of course I would and think everyone should as well. Erick has done absolutely NOTHING for the World Heavyweight Championship. Sure he’s defended it successfully but beyond that he hasn’t done a goddamn thing!

Taj: Tell us how you really feel, America.

Suddenly before the match can get underway "In my Zone" blares through the P.A system, and once again for the third time tonight, Daniel makes his way down the ring to a roar of boos. Wearing his sunglasses, he smirks and waves at the competitors in the ring, specifically at St. John. He makes his way over to the commentary's table, putting on the headset and takes a seat..

Taj: Well this is a surprise! We are being joined at the commentator's table by Daniel Wolf!

America: They should really warn us when we're getting guests out here!

Taj: Welcome to the table, Daniel. Congratulations on your win earlier tonight.

Daniel: Please, I'm more than a guest for your information. I'm THE guest. Please, did you expect me to lose? How rude of you. I just thought I'd come out here, scope out the competition. But most importantly, grace you all with my presence. But.. I do want to see what this world champion is about. I mean, I am the future of this business, hopefully the champion isn't too scared to show the future champion what he's got.

Bianca steps into the ring to get things started for her team. Nina does the same for hers. The two wrestlers stare each other down for a moment, Bianca smirking the entire time. The referee then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Bianca picks up the pace and circles around the ring a few times, trying to keep control of the match. Nina glares at her angrily as Bianca tries to play up to the crowd, getting a mixed response. She then steps forward and blasts Nina in the mouth with an elbow shot! She follows it up with a second as Nina stumbles back. Bianca rushes forward and drives her knee into Nina's ribs. She doubles over in pain as Bianca immediately grabs hold of her and tries to get Nina into position for a swinging neckbreaker---only to have Nina shove her away! Bianca staggers a few steps and turns around, Nina running and nailing Bianca with an enziguri! Bianca staggers around from the impact. Nina takes a deep breath and takes in the negative response from the crowd.

Taj: Nina seems flustered that Bianca is actually getting a mixed reaction tonight...

America: Bianca's wrestling like people actually like her.

Daniel: Glad I'm not the only one who noticed.

Taj: It's...definitely different...

Bianca tries to step toward Nina, only to have her hit her in the mouth with a European uppercut! Bianca staggers from the impact. Nina backs Bianca up against the ropes and shoots her across the ring! Bianca reverses the attempt and steps toward Nina, lifting her into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl slam! Nina rolls out of the way and begins to pull herself back up to her feet. Bianca charges at her to strike, only to have Nina get a foot in the air! She kicks Bianca in the jaw and the self-proclaimed Queen stumbles back! Bianca charges at her again to strike---this time leaving Nina enough time to cut Bianca off with a jawbreaker! Nina covers Bianca..

One…

Two…Bianca kicks out!

Nina grabs hold of Bianca and begins to pull her back up to her feet. She locks in a front facelock and starts to apply pressure, but Bianca almost immediately hits Nina with a series of strikes. She stumbles away from her to recover. Bianca charges and drives her knee into NIna's ribs! Nina doubles over in pain before Bianca slams her down to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex! Bianca bridges it into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…Nina kicks out!

Taj: These two are going back and forth right now!

America: It's...actually fun to watch...

Daniel: You know what's more fun though? Watching me be champion. Wouldn't that be fun?

Bianca grabs hold of Nina and drags her up to her feet. Bianca ties Nina’s arms up into the ropes and hits her in the chest with a chop, and then a second, and then a third!

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Bianca then drags Nina toward the center of the ring and bounces off of the ropes. She tries to prepare to hit Nina on the rebound, but Nina steps forward and trips Bianca up with a drop-toe-hold! Bianca's face smashes off of the mat! Nina immediately drags Bianca over toward her corner of the ring. She tags Ya Girl Q into the match, who slingshots over the ropes and lands on Bianca with a splash! Q hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!!

Daniel: Damn.. I thought this was over. I swear am I the only talented one on this roster?

Bianca tries to pull herself back up to her feet as Q drapes her throat over the bottom rope and places her knee on the back of Bianca’s neck! She applies pressure and begins to choke Bianca with the rope, the referee coming over and counting.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Q stops!

The referee warns her and Q begins to mock him before dragging Bianca up to her feet. Q yells at her for a moment before blasting Bianca in the mouth with a forearm smash! She then grabs hold of Bianca and spins her around, setting her up for a sitout neckbreaker! Bianca just barely shoves Q away and then bounces off of the ropes! Q turns around to face Bianca and is hit with a slingblade! Bianca then pulls herself back up to her feet and hurries over toward his corner of the ring, tagging ESJ into the match! ESJ stands on the apron and waits for Q to reach her feet! Once she does, ESJ springboards into the ring and hits her with a dropkick!

Daniel: That was... interesting.

Taj: That was perfectly timed and these fans are definitely into Erick St. John!

America: No one ever said the fans were a smart lot.

Q pulls herself back up to her feet. ESJ bounces off of the ropes and hits her with a flying forearm smash! He performs a kip up to reach his feet before Q and then bounces off of the ropes once again---sending Q to the mat with a bulldog! ESJ rolls her over and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…Q kicks out!

ESJ grabs hold of Q and tries to wrestle her back up to her feet. Q senses an opening and hits ESJ with a jawbreaker that sends him staggering back! ESJ recovers, but Q bounces off of the ropes and leaps into the air, sending ESJ crashing to the mat with a hurricanrana! She hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!

Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Q hits ESJ with a few quick knees to the face. She then smirks and bounces off of the ropes to try and blast ESJ with an elbow to the mouth, but ESJ ducks the attempt and rolls Q up instead.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICKOUT!!!

Taj: These two are just going back and forth!

Daniel: It's giving me a headache.

ESJ grabs hold of Q and brings her back up to her feet. He kicks her in the ribs and tries to plant Q on the mat with a DDT! Q fights with ESJ to keep him from planting her on the mat, instead shoving ESJ away! ESJ stumbles a few steps as he heads back toward his corner of the ring and tries to tag Bianca into the match, who doesn't go for ESJ's outstretched hand immediately. After about a second, Bianca tries to go for the tag before Nina comes charging across the ring and knocks her off of the apron!

Taj: I don't know if that was Bianca not paying attention...

America: Or Bianca doing what she does best!

Daniel: It was the first option.

Q crashes into ESJ from behind and knocks him into the turnbuckle! She then delivers ___! Q smirks and hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winners of this match...Nina Stokes and Ya Girl Q…The Samson Family!!!

Daniel: Mmm World Champ couldn't even win the match? See.. this is why we need a new champion.

Taj: We might not know why Bianca didn't tag Erick into the match right away...

America: It's Bianca…I think we know!

Taj: Either way, it gave The Samson Family the opening they needed to win!

Daniel: Like I said... this roster is pathetic. It's time for someone else to take charge..

Nina steps into the ring to celebrate the victory as Ya Girl Q glares down at ESJ before wiping her boot off on him and raising the Erick’s World Championship belt in victory as well. Q takes a peek over at the announcer table. Daniel Wolf smirks with his sunglasses on and his arms crossed. He points at the championship as the two have an intense stare down.

Taj: What a night! Happy Halloween everyone and thank you for joining us here at Legendary Thirty-three!

The 1WM logo then flashes across the screen and the show comes to an end.

Suddenly before the credits begin to roll we hear someone play a few keys on a piano before a sharp breath is taken as the opening chords of Bring Me The Horizon's "Wonderful Life" can be heard at which point as everyone in the Cole and Jeannie Davis Sports Center come to their feet.

America: Uh….so are we still broadcasting?

Taj: I believe we are.

The man himself, the "Cronenberg of Clotheslines" in "Total Elimination" Jacob Striker, walks out onto the entrance ramp with a proud little grin on his face as he does his crucifix pose at the top of the ramp to a mixed pop before lowering his arms and looking at the person in the ring, his smile still on his face.

”Looked on the bright side, got keratitis
And you can't sit there unless you're righteous
I wear a happy face like I'm Ed Gein
I feel all numb now, is that a feeling?
Like a plastic boxed orange with no peel on
I wanna waste, I wanna waste, I wanna waste away
(Yeah!)”

“Alone, getting high on a Saturday night
I'm on the edge of a knife
Nobody cares if I'm dead or alive
Oh, what a wonderful life”

Jake then motions for his music to be cut before he brings a mic up.

Jacob Striker: Erick, Erick, Erick. You know, for someone who spent several weeks last year decreeing that he was going to bring some "honor" back to the One Wrestle Movement and its championship, all that I've been seeing is you crying for my return like the little bitch that you are. You spoke about me doing “tirades” in that very ring time and time again when in fact it was you doing all the tirades, declaring that once you’d taken what was rightfully yours that everything would be made right in One Wrestle Movement but yet do you know what I see, Erick?

The camera cuts to a shot of a totally exhausted ESJ, holding his title, in an empty ring before the camera shoots back to Jake whose smile has now disappeared from his face.

Jacob Striker: I don’t see a “First Among Equals”, I see a scared little boy who cannot separate himself from his faded glory. You see Erick, you think that you're like me...someone who is a proper wrestler who recites violence like poetry, but instead you are too plain to come up with anything original and that is why you can't sit with us, Erick. You're simply not one of the cool kids like myself, Jenni Drew, or even Graham Baker.

Jake allows himself a moment to smile again as the crowds react.

Crowd: OOOOOHHHH!!!

And as the crowd gives their reaction, the smile that was on Jake’s face just as quickly disappears as he stands there and gives ESJ a long, measured look before he points at the other man and when he speaks next, it is with a low, calm tone with his ice blue eyes never leaving Erick’s face and worst yet…he is calm and collected, unlike what is known as the “norm” for him.

Jacob Striker: But I'm not here to banter with you, Erick. No, because I want you to fully understand the *exact* reality of your future and it is something that you cannot escape from, because if you think how patient I was in the days and weeks leading up to my match against Jenni Drew for that very title at last year's Massive was twisted and dark, then you're going to love what I will do next...and not just for that championship. Because let us face facts here, sunshine...you're not the hero of this promotion; I *AM*.

You see, after I lost my title to you, I went and sat at the feet of the Godfather of Violence, my father, and I asked him what I should do because I was at an honest loss...it was at that point that the grand bastard himself made everything oh so clear to me. You see Erick. I know who you are. I know what you want, just like I know what you're trying to do. But it won't work because I confess that along this journey, I'm going to do horrible, horrible things...but I will not feel sorry for them nor will I ask for forgiveness for what I am about to do to you, Erick Saint John.

You call anything that you don't wish to hear because it bothers you, you call those such things a "tirade"...but I want you to understand this. You see Erick, I am not coming for my title quite yet because I respect this business and that ring, just like I respect Cedric. Thus, I am content to be the patient hunter like I was before...but Erick, when the Moment comes and be rest assured that it will come. But when that time comes, understand that what comes next is solely upon your head and the tears that I bring to your better half's eyes will only be acknowledged as a waste of good suffering.

At that point, Jake allows himself a moment to smile once more.

Jacob Striker: I will enjoy making you bleed. And I will enjoy making you enjoy it. Be seeing you around, Erick.

"Wonderful Life" keys up again as Jacob does a mic drop right before he turns and leaves the stage, the camera cutting to show the confident look on ESJ's face slipping as the screen fades to the credits.

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