Legendary 34 "No Thanks Given" (30 November 2022)
Dec 11, 2022 21:09:51 GMT -8
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The camera opens as a long black car pulls up to a stop at the SimpliFi Arena and after a moment, before a man in a black suit wearing a Court of Owls-style mask walks around the car and opens up the rear passenger door at which point the various members of the Mechanical Animals get out of the car one at a time until the entire band is out, with the masked man giving a slight bow as Jacob Striker gets out last as the rest of the group stands gathered around the car.
Wil Pierce: “Verbal diarrhea” my ass, that America chick has to sit through reams and reams of Saint John’s babble and she calls the *truth* nothing but bullshit….
Raijin Hunter: Wil, my brother, you’re doing it again.
Wil Pierce: Well can you blame me, Raijin? I mean that human trash bag gets to stand out there every chance that he gets and vomits his lies….
Jacob Striker: Wil….
The “Albert Wesker of Luchadores” turns to face the head of the MA who is shaking his head at the oldest member of the faction.
Jacob Striker: I know that you're frustrated about what America said last show, but I need you to stay focused on the matter at hand because the two of you have Powerhouse Neon tonight and I want your best violence out there….
Jake motions at both halves of the Mechanical Animals tag team..
Jacob Striker: Both of you, I want the two of you to earn a shot at the tag champs at Massive and I want you to bring those titles home..and Wil, no distractions.
Wil Pierce: I don’t get distracted.
Jacob steps up to his fellow MA member as the older man removes his sunglasses and the two men have a brief staredown before the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” narrows his eyes sharply..
Jacob Striker: No.Distractions.
The two men have a momentary stare down before Wil holds up his hands and backs up.
Wil Pierce: Done.
Jacob accepts that at face value as he nods and the small group then heads into the arena proper.
Taj: Aloha, everyone! I’m Taj Monroe-Hennessy, and by my side as always is America Vaughn…
America: What up?
Taj: …and we have the extreme pleasure of calling the wrestling action for you tonight at Legendary Thirty-Four “No Thanks Given”!
America: Alright enough of your hot air, Taj, let’s get this show on the road because it seems like we’ve been waiting for weeks for it to happen.
“In my Zone” begins to blare over the P.A system as both Miku and Aleki are ready in the ring. Daniel Wolf comes out— but he doesn’t seem to be wearing his usual wrestling attire. He walks out in a Tap out t-shirt with a pair of gym shorts. The fans were confused— though booing him as per usual, they had no idea why he wasn’t wearing his ring attire. More importantly though— he had a microphone in his hand.
Taj: No wrestling attire for Daniel, perhaps?
America: Hey whatever works. I mean, I’ve seen a man wrestle in a tuxedo for his ring gear.
The music comes to a stop as the man begins shaking his head— his face showing a sort of disappointment and disgust as he stops at the beginning of the ramp and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Daniel Wolf: You know, I thought after last month— maybe I didn’t have to continuously make an effort into getting what I want. I thought maybe, just MAYBE, people wouldn’t be so idiotic and realize that standing right at the top of this ramp— is a born champion. But… I guess everyone is just a bunch of idiots— kind of like everyone out here.
The fans didn’t appreciate that, booing the Prodigy even harder as Wolf shakes his head at them.
Daniel Wolf: Just like the idiots you all are, you’re just mad because everytime I speak I say nothing but the truth. Last month, I made my statement loud and clear. I’m not here to play games or to just fight in worthless matches that mean nothing to me. My time is worth more than that. When will you all realize that? I’m THE Daniel Wolf. THE Prodigy of pro wrestling. I made people aware that I only had one thing on my mind, and that was the world championship. I made my presence known ever since I made my triumph return in August. Patti Rose? That was a stepping stone. Those three competitors last month? They were also a stepping stone— and finally Justice for All? That was my message. That was my warning. It’s a shame no one listened… really. Putting me in the opening match? Putting me in a spot that's made for those who have zero relevance in this company? That is complete and utter disrespect to not only my name, but who and what I represent. At 19 years old I've worked my ass off to get to where I am today. I trained for days on days on days at only 17 years old, because I knew what I had. I knew what I could be... and I knew what I was... and that is THE PRODIGY of Pro Wrestling. But you know what? That's okay... you want to try and push me down and not give me what I rightfully deserve? Do it... but just know now? Now you had done something way worse. You've unlocked a beast... the wolf inside that shows no mercy for anyone in front of him. Cause now? I’m not holding back. Think I'm gonna just sit back like everyone else and not get what I rightfully deserve? Yeah.. I don’t work like that. You know how I work? I do whatever it takes to get what I want… no matter what. So with that being said— I could give two shits about this match. Sorry… whatever your names are. I know being in a match with me would’ve definitely made your careers way better, but hey if you want my autograph— you know where I’ll be.
Daniel smirks and drops the microphone, before slowly turning around and walking backstage. Aleki and Miku are both confused— the fans are just jeering their hearts out.
Taj: Seems like Daniel has something else planned…. But what?
America: Well we know it’s definitely not this match.
Taj: I’ve just received official word that this match is now one-on-one between Aleki and Miku.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Aleki steps toward the center of the ring and immediately shoves Miku, yelling at her and demanding that she show him the respect that he deserves as the Samoan God of War. The fans boo the newcomer loudly but he ignores them. He continues to yell at Miku, who shakes her head and steps forward. She hits Aleki in the mouth with an elbow smash! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Aleki is barely able to stand upright. Miku spins around and blasts Aleki in the mouth with a backfist! Aleki drops to a knee and tries to drag himself back up to his feet, only to have Miku try to connect with a Miku no Lariato (lariat)! Aleki ducks and punches Miku in the gut! Miku drops to the mat. Aleki pulls her up and drops her to the canvas with his My Divine Right (inverted sitout over-the-shoulder piledriver)! Aleki hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Aleki Kekoa!!!
Taj: Hard fought match but Aleki comes out the victor.
America: I wonder the outcome if Daniel would have wrestled in this match?
As we go ringside in between matches, we can see there is not just a red carpet covering the entire mat in the ring along with two black velvet chairs but red carpet going down the ramp as well. When the fans began to give their mixed reactions about what was going to take place ”Fighter” by Christina Aguilera began to play over the pa system. After the first twenty seconds of the song Justice Cross walks out onto the top of the ramp and as she made her way down to the ring she would argue with a few fans. Before going up the steel steps she walked over to a little girl sitting in the front row and took a sign looking at it. Smirking, she snatched the sharpie marker out of the girl's hand and signed her name onto the sign then went up to the apron. Walking half way onto it she would turn with her back against the ropes then flipped herself over the ropes landing one foot at a time. Going over to one of the chairs she grabbed the mic on it and sat in her chair smirking.
Justice Cross: Expecting someone else? I mean it’s ok if you were but let me remind you that her show has only had two episodes while mine is on it’s seventh episode. Guess you can say I won when it comes to who gets the better show. It’s like I always say and you people well as everyone in the back should pay careful attention, what Justice wants…Justice gets.
Smirking another bit she looked at the crowd holding the mic down for a few seconds. She then put it back up to her mouth.
Justice Cross: And tonight I wanted two very important people on my show but because of who they are and the tension between them I have to do a double episode tonight because I don’t want them killing each other on my show.
Listening to the fans a bit by holding the mic down on her lap. She would let the fans have their fun with their little “We Want Jacob” chants before putting that mic back up to her mouth.
Justice Cross: This man deserves to be on first because that is how much I respect him. He gave me a match during my first run in One Wrestle but mind you it was because I persistently went after him day in and day out. But you know what? In the end, I got what I wanted and why is that? It’s because what Justice wants…Justice gets. So since you are all so eager to hijack my show with your little We Want Jacob chants let’s just bring him out shall we? Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, at this time please welcome my first guest of the night Jacob Striker!
“Wonderful Life” by Bring Me the Horizon featuring Dani Filth keys up as the crowds in the area pop as Jacob Striker comes out onto the entrance ramp and looks around the arena for a moment before nodding prior to him making his way down to the ring where he respectfully wipes his feet off before entering the ring proper and showing Justice respect by giving her a bow before being handed a mic and waiting for his music to be cut to allow Justice the chance to speak.
Justice Cross: First of all welcome to Justice for All. Second of all, it’s been a hot moment since we shared a ring together. Yeah?
Jacob Striker: Thank you for having me, Justice, and yes…it has been a while.
Justice Cross: The last time we were in a ring together was our triple threat title match. You know, the one you tried to take me out in?
Jacob Striker: I won’t lie, I remember that match. And with respects, you gave as good as you got, Justice. But if you need me to apologize if I went a little bit…overkill…during it, then out of my honest respect for you and your talent, I will.
Justice Cross: Jacob, I don’t want you to apologize. You did what you had to do to get that win. I mean come on, we both know that I wasn’t supposed to even be in that match to begin with. I just sneakily got myself in it. But that was then and this is now. How the hell are you doing these days?
Jacob Striker: Fair enough, but as for how I’m doing these days. Other than the usual insanity of being in this industry, been helping my student in Japan when he needs me, and I’ve recently gotten engaged if you can believe that of all things?
Justice Cross: Oh so you haven’t just been sitting in catering?
Smirking and laughing she would get a serious look on her face after a few seconds.
Justice Cross: Congratulations on the engagement. I mean that, I really do. And I’m sorry for the crack about sitting in catering because I just couldn’t help myself! But I asked you to be on this show for a reason and that reason is…well, what’s the deal with you and Erick Saint John? I mean I was busy dealing with my own mess as I kept getting attacked but what is going on between you guys? Catch me up to speed.
Jacob Striker: Nah, I stopped just sitting around in catering when Cedric stopped okaying those ghost pepper nachos, remember? But yeah seriously, thank you and as for this whole thing between Saint John and I, people thought that Graham Baker was a drama queen when it came to the world title, Justice? Shit, I wanted to defend that belt against everyone and anyone and give that belt the proper workout that it deserved, but somehow Erik just kept shoving his nose into the title picket, shouting to all high heaven about how he was the “First among Equals” until finally he lucked his way into winning the belt from me. And, Justice, do you know what he did the very first show after he won the strap from me was?
Justice Cross: Cedric stopped okaying everything. It wasn’t just the ghost pepper nachos. He even stopped okaying my steak dinners including my Ceaser salad. But as for what Erik did that first show, I don’t think I know because I was probably busy dealing with some psychopath who tried taking me out non stop. I bet you are going to tell me though aren’t you?
Jacob Striker: Aye, but before that who the Hades was trying to take you out? Was it some overzealous rookie like the one that tried to wipe out Bianca over in Pro Wrestling Nova or what?
Justice Cross: No, not a rookie. It was Zak Slovak. He said he was hired to do a job for someone… which was to take me out. But then instead of finishing his job he told the world what he supposedly knew about me which was I pretend to be nice to people but I’m really this mean girl. Can you believe that? Me, be mean?
Jacob Striker: Yesh, his so-called “client” was probably a stuffed Pikachu wearing a Trump hat. But yeah, you’re not mean…a mega tough bitch when you get started in a match, yes…but being “mean”? What’s next, Justice, somebody is going to come out here and say that Q is actually Mother Theresa?
Justice Cross: Well I never found out who his client was. He kept saying I would but I never did. But don’t give people ideas because she is not Mother Theresa! She, like others, only wish that they had the spotlight like I do but that is besides the point. So you were saying something about Erik and what he did?
At that moment, all form of the jovial attitude disappears from Jacob’s being as his tone changes as he gives Justice a single, respective nod.
Jacob Striker: Basically he comes out here and says that everyone was in the wrong because he knows all. He said that Cedric was wrong because I was within my rights concerning how legitimate him challenging me for the title after I beat Jenni was, he bashes a major Japanese Zaibatsu which is the financial backers of Pro Wrestling Nova with whom are also the legal reps that handle all of my contracts and what not, and Justice…you know how picky the Japanese are when their honor is insulted. But for all of his claims, he still doesn’t get the point that where people like you and I are both in high demand because we put asses in those seats…not one promotion wants to work with a disruptive prima donna like him and that was proven by his very words during the rest of his post victory promo-he was calling for anyone outside of One Wrestle Movement to come and fight him.
Justice Cross: You’re right. People like us, we draw the fans in. It’s not because we are crazy or self-destructive. It’s because we are that damn good when we both step into this ring. If we weren’t then we wouldn’t have a job. But luckily because of all of them -points around to the fans- we get paychecks when we show up. And we always show up. Hell I’m not even a damn champion and I show up more than Erik does. I promote the shows and other matches more than he does and he’s the world title holder. If anyone is in the wrong, it’s him. And I’m sorry you had to deal with that whole thing about your contract because of those Japanese peeps are very hot headed and picky when it comes to their honor. But Jacob think about what you just said, ok. Because you just told me that Erik was calling for anyone OUTSIDE of One Wrestle Movement to show up and face him for his title. You and I both know that isn’t how that works. You win a title in a company you work for then you defend your title for that company and you defend it in the ring against another person in that company. You don’t try to goad others to come in to win our company’s main title. And honestly if you ask me, he seems to be like an episode of General Hospital lately. He has a girl, gets married, gets divorced, sleeps with his ex-wife, is going to be a dad…
Jacob Striker: Exactly, and here’s the amusing part. Other promotions have been acknowledging One Wrestle Movement because I was the champion here, based on what you just said about how we show up and put the work in.
Justice Cross: I’m glad you show up because I can’t do this on my own. Well I guess I already am carrying One Wrestle Movement but that’s a story for another day. I got a match tonight Jacob, what’s your plan for tonight?
Jacob Striker: Well tonight I’ve got a match against..well somebody, I don’t know who yet to be honest but I’m looking forward to a hard fight, give Serenity something that she can really enjoy watching me work, while making sure my boys in the Mechanical Animals keep to them in line.
Justice Cross: Sounds like you got yourself a definite plan going on for tonight! I wish you luck in your match. Tonight I will be facing Veronica Taylor which means more than likely she will play dirty when she gets in the ring. Win a match on your own for once you know? I can’t stand people but uh since I shut her down she really hasn’t shown her face. Guess she knows whose yard this really is.
Smirking and laughing a bit she tilted her head at the same time. Looking around then to the fans she quickly looked back to him.
Justice Cross: I’m such a mean person. Can you ever forgive me Jacob?
Jacob was laughing alongside Justice once more and is trying to keep a straight face as he nods in agreement with her.
Jacob Striker: Of course, but only if you can forgive me as well, Justice, because I was having echoing thoughts but only involving Saint John in place of Veronica.
Justice Cross: I can forgive you. But we both have matches so as much as it would be fun to continue this show right now, we do have to go get ready. Again thank you for being on my show. Oh and I’ll be expecting an invitation to your wedding.
Jessica and Wil start off the match for their respective teams in typical formation… locking up in the center of the ring. They push each other around, shoving back and forth until Jessica is able to gain the upperhand with a stiff knee directly to Wil’s midsection. Jessica then follows up with a simple backbreaker, sending a message to Wil and Raijin that Powerhouse Neon aren’t ones to be messed with. Wil is quick to get back up to his feet and charges towards Jessica, going for a forearm strike. But Jessica ducks it and instead hits Wil with a hip toss. Visibly perturbed, Wil gets back up to his feet and charges forward again, this time not allowing Jessica to mount any sort of offense and instead hitting her with a stiff european uppercut before following it up with a series of knife edge chops that back her up into the closest corner. Wil then proceeds to fire off a series of palm strikes before following it up with a high impact double palm thrust. Jessica stumbles out of the corner and right into a front flip snapmare driver. Wil then decides to add a bit of insult to injury by lifting Jessica into a Northern Lights suplex, keeping the bridge intact.
One…
Two…kick out!
Megan Enders comes running in and breaks up the pin attempt by driving her boot into Wil’s midsection. Raijin comes running in to try and intercept Megan before she can do anything else, but she instead books it back out onto the apron as Wil argues with the referee about what happened before turning to Raijin and complaining that he should’ve done something before Megan broke up the pin. This distraction would prove to be fruitful for Powerhouse Neon as Megan helps Jessica (who has since crawled back to her corner) back up to her feet. Jessica then tags Megan in and the pair hit a distracted Wil with Neon Spear (dual spears). Jessica quickly gets out of the ring, allowing Megan to put her full attention towards Wil. She smiles as she goes to hit him with a German suplex, but he blocks her attempt. She tries again… same result. This goes on for a few more times before Megan gives up and instead decides to whip Wil off into a corner… which just so happens to be his, allowing Raijin to blind time himself into the match.
Megan doesn’t see this happening so when Raijin goes to hit her with a forearm smash, she is caught off guard but is still able to duck it. She turns around and is instantly met by Raijin and the pair start trading a series of furious strikes back and forth. It ends with Megan hitting Raijin with a discus elbow before he hits her with a back elbow that rocks her before following it up with a double underhook suplex. Raijin signals for Wil to come in and help him end her and the pair lift Megan up to her feet. Jessica comes charging forward in an attempt to help her tag team partner and instead is met by a double cutter by Wil and Raijin. This then allows Raijin to hit Megan with a fireman's carry with a knee strike to the face before Wil hits her with a penalty kick and it’s all capped off with a standing moonsault by Raijin… a move they call Misery Machine!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Wil Pierce and Raijin Hunter… THE MECHANICAL ANIMALS!
Taj: Good win tonight by the Mechanical Animals that should definitely get pushed toward a shot at the 1WM Tag Team Championship in the new year!
America: Meh…
The camera opens up to the backstage parking lot where a Humvee pulls into frame. The watching crowd can be heard to explode into cheers when exiting from the vehicle are Silas Jessup from the driver’s side, Driller Jaworski from the passenger side, and Eric and Dexter Calloway from the back. All four men are looking ready for business as they march into the building.
Going back to the ring we can see Justice Cross standing in it once more. Looking around smirking at the fans she would nod her head hearing their reaction. Moving to the middle of that ring now she held the mic up to her mouth.
Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Justice for All. Tonight I told you all that you would see a double episode and I am not going to disappoint you. I don’t know much about my next guest except that he is the champ and I work with him here in One Wrestle. And he has a match tonight right so please welcome my guest at this time Erick Saint John.
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 holding the 1WM World Title over his shoulder and his gaze out towards the crowd. 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 shows off the championship belt. After another bask of adulation, he focuses on Justice.
Justice Cross: Hey Erick! Welcome to the show.
Erick has a distrusting look for his interviewer. He adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.
Erick St. John: Thanks for having me.
Justice Cross: You know Erick when I was thinking about who it was that I wanted on my show tonight I thought to myself it would be awesome if a champion was on. I mean so far I’ve had Joshua, he is definitely not a champion, and maybe I will interview Silas tonight too. But I’ve never had the champ on the show and that is what you are so thank you for accepting the invite. But there is something I need to ask you about since you are the champ.
Looks around at the crowd.
Justice Cross: You guys, I’m standing in the ring with Erick. Do you see him there? Anyway back to you Erick. I want to know a few things so I’m just going to ask you because that is the kind of person I am. First of all we recently saw Jacob Striker come back. What did you think about that?
The champion smirks as he thinks about his rival.
Erick St. John: Jacob is a legit talent. A former World Champion. But imitation is the greatest form of flattery. I returned at Massive 2 as Primus with a lot of theatrics to get back into the title picture. So what does Striker do? Try to one up me with his two ass clowns. But we see through the mask. It’s the same idea. Be original, Jacob. Find a personality or something.
Justice Cross: Like him or not Jacob is a very talented man. And as much as I want to ask you some more about him, you brought up something that I need to talk about right now. I mean you said yourself you came back as Primus with your theatrics to get in title contention. Do you really think you are honestly worthy of being a champion?
Erick cocks a disbelieving eyebrow.
Erick St. John: Are you fuckin’ kidding me? I’m an 11-time World Heavyweight Champion. I have taken on this company’s best and come out on top. I worked my ass off to get this title and defend it.
Justice Cross: First of all don’t talk to me like that. It is disrespectful. Second of all I don’t know the things you have done so that is why I was asking. But 11-times is pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I mean, I just don’t get why the bosses think you aren’t worthy enough. I think if you have been an 11-time champion they would be happy about it.
Erick’s face grows cold.
Erick St. John: Are you listening to that bullshit too, Justice?
Justice Cross: I am just trying to talk to you. Here let me approach it this way instead. Now I know you had made the statement that if you lost your match and title that you would retire from professional wrestling. Why would you do that? Don’t you like doing this?
Erick looks at the crowd in disbelief.
Erick St. John: Unbelievable. Y’all just don’t get it. Fuck this shit.
The champion glares at Justice momentarily before he walks away from the interview. He says something to the crowd as he steps through the ropes that gets a nasty reaction from them.
Justice Cross: So I ask you to be on my show and then when I ask you some questions you just get mad and decide to walk?
Erick turns around and looks in Justice’s direction before waving her off and heading up the ramp.
Justice Cross: Fine. Go ahead and walk away from my show. But just remember this Erick. You will be the champion that everyone saw walk off my show. How do you think that will make you look to the bosses?
She waits a few seconds seeing he isn't coming back out now. Looking around she would then go to the ropes and get down to the floor handing the stage hand her mic. She then made her way to the back.
Taj: Before our next match commences, we’d like to play some pre-recorded comments from one half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions…
Scene cuts to a darkened room, illuminated by a single dim light bulb. As it swings back and forth, it casts wildly shifting shadows over the visage of Damon Graves. He lifts his head just enough for his eyes to be visible.
Damon Graves: Saint, ever since you and the rest of the Toxic Twat Brigade darkened 1WM’s doorstep, it’s been a non-stop torrent of bullshit. Wherever one of you are, the rest of the Band of Bittches are sure to follow. It’s annoying as fuck, to say the least. The only silver lining in this entire shitshow is that you’ve been as successful as a bacon salesman in the middle of Israel.
Almost immediately after arriving here, you targeted me and my wife. Whenever we turned around, there you were with steel chairs or whatever else you could lay your hands on, all in an effort to take us out and make it easier to walk away with our Tag Team Championships. But nothing you’ve tried so far has worked. We’re still standing tall, with the titles firmly in our grasp.
The camera pans down and to Damon’s right. In his right hand, we can see him holding a broom handle. His grip on it is so tight, we can see the tendons straining.
Damon Graves: Tonight isn’t about any of that. This isn’t about the titles; it isn’t about the Renaissance or the Royal Court. Hell, this isn’t even about winning or losing. After all, if you don’t give a fuck about that, why should I? What this is about is retribution, plain and simple. You’ve said it yourself, this won’t be a wrestling match, it’s going to be a fight. And if you’ve done ANY research about me, you’ll know that I’ve never run from a fight and anyone stupid enough to pick one with me ALWAYS came out worse for it. So bring your steel chairs, or your handcuffs, or anything else you think might give you an advantage.. And be prepared to fucking eat it!
Without warning, Damon’s right arm sweeps up, and without looking, he obliterates the light bulb, casting the scene into darkness. We cut back to ringside.
America: Tough talk, but do you really think he can back it up?
Taj: If you had experienced everything he’s been through for the past couple of months, you’d probably be in the mood to fight, too…
America: Good point.
Taj: What is Kelli Saint doing out here with Marie?
America: Kelli is Marie’s moral support. There’s no rule saying she can’t be out here.
Brianna stands in her corner of the ring and glares at Marie, who looks out at Kelli Saint, who shouts her some last second pointers. The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway!
DING DING DING!!!
Brianna wastes absolutely no time in trying to get things started---charging across the ring and trying to hit Marie with a forearm smash. Marie ducks underneath the attempt and struts away---unfortunately leaving herself open to a clubbing blow to the back of the head! Marie tries to stumble away but is grabbed by the hair and pulled in. Brianna hits Marie with an elbow shot and then takes her down to the mat with a snapmare! Marie sits on the mat in pain. Brianna bounces off of the ropes and sends Marie crashing to the mat with a running dropkick! Almost immediately, Brianna grabs hold of Marie and locks in a bow and arrow hold! Marie's eyes go wide in pain as she screams out!
Marie almost seems like she's about ready to tap out, when Kelli reaches into the ring and tries to pull Marie closer to the ropes. This briefly distracts the referee, but more importantly, it also distracts Brianna. Brianna releases the hold and steps over toward the ropes, yelling at Kelli. Kelli wisely backs away toward the guard rail and shoots Brianna a middle finger much to her annoyance. Brianna shakes her head angrily and turns around to face Marie---who grabs hold of Brianna and rolls her up.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Brianna pops back up to her feet and charges at Marie, who leaps into the air and cuts Brianna off with a Model Kiss (French Kiss)! Brianna crashes hard to the mat. Marie covers..
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Marie Laurant!!!
Marie quickly rolls out of the ring and celebrates her win with Kelli as the two make it back up the rampway.
The bell rings as the two meet in the center. They eye each other, the crowd heavily booing both competitors as they circle one another. They finally lock up, fighting for position for only a few moments before Veronica throws Justice down to the mat, looking almost amused. Justice quickly gets back to her feet, sneering at the Duchess. The two lock up again. Once again, Veronica shoves Justice down. Justice gets up again, charging at Veronica, who simply side steps, clotheslines Justice hard in the back of the head as she tries to stop her momentum. Quickly dragging Justice back up, Veronica kicks her in the gut, doubling her over and taking her down with a DDT. Veronica starts to drag Justice up to her feet, only for Justice to hit a low blow just out of the referee's line of sight! Veronica stumbles forward, allowing Justice to lift her up and hit her with a snake eyes drop over the ropes! Veronica stumbles back, clutching at her throat, before Justice takes her down with a neckbreaker! She covers
One…
Two…kick out!
Justice takes her good old time getting back to her feet, heading back over to drag Veronica to her feet. She goes to whip her across the ring, only for Veronica to reverse, catching Justice with a sitout spinebuster on the rebound!
Taj: Veronica is back in control after Justice tried to take over with some underhanded tactics, but to be perfectly honest, I don't think this crowd cares for either of these two individuals!
America: You mean the sheep don't know what to do unless they're spoon fed a "hero" to worship?
Veronica grabs hold of Justice and tries to drag her back up to her feet. She gets Justice into position, when Justice gets a thumb in Veronica's eyes to get her to stumble back blindly. Suddenly as if a snake waiting to strike, Justice kicks Veronica in the gut and snaps off Lights Out (RKO)! Justice covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Justice Cross has scored victory!
America: Yeah but here comes the Royal Court!
Sure enough, Marie Laurant and Kelli Saint make a beehive from the back and down the rampway. Clearly knowing the tactics of the Royal Court, Justice rolls out the other side of the ring to escape the numbers disadvantage.
America: Look at that coward Justice running!
Taj: I think she’s leaving in order to fight another day, America.
We cut backstage to the hallway outside the dressing room of the 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, where Backstage Interviewer Mickey “Mouse” Greer can be seen inspecting his microphone. He then takes a quick glance at his watch, then mutters something under his breath just as the door opens. He quickly takes a step back as Damon Graves steps out, scans Greer up and down, and scoffs.
Mickey Greer: Nice to see you too, Graves.
Damon Graves: Whatever. I’ve got more important things to do right now…
He goes to move past him, but Greer puts a hand on his shoulder, a move that is met with a piercing emerald death stare from the champion. Greer quickly withdraws his hand.
Mickey Greer: Good, because I’m actually here to talk to your wife. Is she available?
Damon shakes his head, arching his eyebrow as if to say “Do you have a death wish?”
Damon Graves: Oh, she’s in there, but the real question is, is she in the mood to talk?
Mickey Greer: Why wouldn’t she be?
Damon scoffs again.
Damon Graves: Like I’d ever tell you…
Mickey Greer: Just asking… no need to get upset.
Graves rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh.
Damon Graves: Look, if you want to talk to her, I’m not gonna stop you. Just don’t be surprised if she’s not as… polite as I’ve been. But whatever; it’s your funeral.
Damon walks off, leaving Greer in the hallway watching until he’s out of earshot.
Mickey Greer: If that’s his “polite,” I’d hate to see his “rude…”
No sooner does he finish that sentence than the door swings back open, revealing a rather annoyed Mrs. Graves. She glares harshly at him, her eyes like sapphire daggers as she steps into the hallway.
Aurora Graves: What?
Greer is taken aback by the gruffness in her voice.
Mickey Greer: Sheesh! He wasn’t kidding! It isn’t… you know… your…
She puts a hand up in front of his face as he blinks in surprise.
Aurora Graves: Trust me, you do NOT want to finish that sentence.
Greer clears his throat and takes a moment to adjust his tie.
Mickey Greer: Noted. But the people want to know; you’ve been awfully quiet leading up to tonight’s match. Could it be because of what your husband said earlier in the evening?
Aurora Graves: Never mind my husband. If you want to know what’s going through my head tonight regarding my match against Christina Fierce, then just ask me about that. You want to know about my husband? Then fucking ask him, not me.
Greer’s eyes go wide upon hearing the tone in her voice, and a smirk plays across his face.
Mickey Greer: Oh, a little trouble in paradise, perhaps?
Aurora rolls her eyes.
Aurora Graves: Oh, spare me. You’re the last person I’d confide in if that were the case. But back to the matter at hand. You want to know why I haven’t said much about what’s been going on? It’s simple. This band of bitches that calls themselves “The Royal Court” just LOVES calling attention to themselves. And while my husband has always been the more vocal of the two of us, I prefer to do my “talking.”
She holds up her fists.
Aurora Graves: Using these. I’ve got no interest in playing into their little “look at me!” game. That whole group is nothing but a bunch of vultures. From day one, they’ve crawled out from whatever rock they’d been hiding under, waiting until we’ve just gotten finished with a match so they can gang up on us from behind. But this time, I’ll have the chance to get my hands on one of them, one-on-one. Now, do I think her little bitch brigade won’t stick their noses where they don’t belong again? Of course they will! It’s the only thing they’re really good at. But tonight, I’ll make sure they have to spend just a LITTLE more on whatever overpriced cosmetics they use to cover up what I’m about do in that ring.
She gives him one final glare, growling quietly before going around him and walking off down the hall. He pauses for a moment, looking a little puzzled before a light bulb seems to go off in his head and he takes off after her, maintaining a safe distance. With that, the scene cuts away.
DING DING DING!!!
Aurora and Christina step forward to meet each other and lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Aurora goes for a side headlock but Christina ducks under into a hammerlock. Aurora drops to one knee and snapmares Christina over. Christina lands in the seated position and Aurora kicks her directly between the shoulderblades! Christina grimaces in pain, gritting her teeth as she tries to remain upright. Aurora snaps off another kick and Christina teeters over onto her left side. Aurora pounces, looking for a cross armbreaker but Christina rolls her up for a pin attempt.
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T…KICK OUT!!
Christina takes Aurora over in an Oklahoma roll.
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TH…KICK OUT!!
As they stand up, Aurora catches Christina with a roundhouse kick. Christina plummets to the mat and Aurora jumps on for a cover.
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THR…KICK OUT!!
Rolling out to the floor, Christina tries to get herself a breather but Aurora is having none of that and follows her out. Christina quickly reverses course and dives back into the ring. Aurora follows again. Christina spins into a back elbow. Aurora ducks, forearms Christina in the gut, and capitalizes with Bury the Light (Sister Abigail)!
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THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match…Aurora Graves!!
The camera opens up to a live stream that shows the silhouette of a man standing inside a wrestling ring. The individual stepped forward out of the darkness of the barely lit room and into the light of the live camera lens. The identity of the individual still remained unclear due to the fact the individual wore a black hood over the top of their lowered head, shielding their face from being recognized from the live audience.
Voice: It's been a while since I had to go through with cutting a promo in front of a live camera. I never cared much for the talking porting of being a pro wrestler and always been more fond of the physical aspect of pro wrestling. In a few weeks time the foundation of One Wrestle Movement will be altered and forever changed by my long awaited return to the ring.
The individual leaned forward, making sure to position the weight of his arms across the top rope to balance his stance. The silhouette slowly raised his head upward, wasting little to no time in revealing a black cold stare that came behind a pair of electric blue colored eyes, revealing the silhouette to be none other than William Ryder.
William Ryder: My last run with One Wrestle Movement didn't exactly end the way I had planned, and it still makes me sick to my stomach. What makes this time around different? This time around I won't be walking into One Wrestle blinded or on my own. This time around, I will be accompanied by a very close friend and mentor of mine, Chris Crippler. I have spent a lot of time in Colchester, England, working with Chris both inside and outside the ring, making sure to intake and absorb all the knowledge and advice like a sponge to water.
He showed a heavily confident smirk behind the thick dark brown fully grown beard that covered a majority of his face. William never once shied his devilish blue eyes away from the camera lens, making sure to keep a serious demeanor while finishing up his message to the OWM locker room and anyone else who may be watching/listening.
William Ryder: The path to my next championship will begin in the matter of a few weeks. I will not make the mistake of over-looking anyone of you and will be sure to be taking every match I participate in much more serious than I have in the past. I have one of the most gifted and knowledgeable men in my corner, and together the two of us are capable of accomplishing whatever accolades we desire to pursue. My hunger for a championship in what could very well be my last run as a professional wrestler is at an all time high in 2022, and I will stand here and look every single one of you doubters in the eyes and make the promise, that I will not walk away, until I am finally able to feed my hunger of holding gold once again in my historic career.
The scene slowly fades to black.
Taj: So now Marie Laurant is out here alongside Kelli. America, I’m sure you’re going to say she’s here for moral support, huh?
America: Well duh…
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. Both nod as the referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: Remember, viewing audience, that if Kelli wins against Damon, The Royal Court will receive a Tag Team Championship match next month at Massive Three. But if Damon wins, The Royal Court can never challenge for the Tag Team Championship as long as the Fallen Angels are in possession of them.
America: So basically The Royal Court will be getting a title shot. That’s a statement not a question, by the way.
Damon and Kelli both circle around one another as they wait for an opening to appear. Despite their patience, an opening doesn't appear. Growing a bit frustrated, Kelli charges forward and blasts Damon in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second causing Damon to stumble around. Kelli grabs hold of him and tries to shoot Damon across the ring. Damon manages to reverse the Irish whip attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring and waits for Kelli to come back on the rebound---lifting her into the air and slamming her down with a flapjack! Kelli's face bounces off of the mat. Damon quickly closes the gap between the two and begins to pound away on the back of Kelli's head with a few elbow shots. Kelli is just barely able to keep herself upright as Damon bounces off of the ropes and tries to set Kelli up for a bulldog. Kelli blocks the attempt by catching Damon in the air. She steps forward and slams him down to the mat. Damon tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Kelli run at him and connect with a clothesline!
Taj: It's been a back and forth start to this one!
America: Honestly, that doesn't necessarily bode well for Damon...since we haven't even had Marie get involved yet...
Damon slowly drags himself back up to his feet. Kelli charges and hits with a forearm smash before pulling Damon in. She tries to lock Damon into a front facelock, but Damon quickly spins out of it! He lifts Kelli into the air and slams her to the mat with a back suplex! Kelli rolls out of the way and starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Damon closes the gap once again and tries to hoist Kelli into the air. Kelli blocks the first attempt, but Damon manages to get her up a second time and delivers a suplex! Damon covers, hooking the leg.
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THR--KICK OUT!!
Damon grabs hold of Kelli's right arm to try and wear her down while Kelli tries to fight her way back up to her feet. Damon hits Kelli's arm with a vicious elbow that causes Kelli to recoil back in pain. Damon shoots Kelli across the ring and waits for her to return on the rebound, this time trying to lift Kelli into the air so that he can get her into position for a Samoan drop! Kelli lands on her feet instead. She waits for Damon to turn around, leaping into the ai,r and catching him by surprise with an enziguri! Damon stumbles but manages to remain on his feet. Kelli tries to take advantage of the opening she's given herself by running at Damon and leaping into the air for a DDT! Damon catches her in the air and blocks the attempt. He drives his knee hard into Kelli's ribs and then lifts her into the air for a gutbuster! Damon covers again.
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TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Kelli is trying to get herself started in this one, but it's not working out quite as well as she'd like it to!
America: She's holding her own against one half of the Tag Team Champions and she's doing it without the help of Marie! How do you not respect that?!
Damon grabs hold of Kelli to drag her back up to her feet. He hits Kelli in the mouth with an elbow shot before lifting her into the air for a stalling suplex! Kelli blasts him in the mouth and then lands on the mat behind him. Damon stumbles a few steps to regain his balance before turning around. Before Damon can do anything else to Kelli, Marie finally reaches into the ring to trip Damon up. Damon notices in time and turns around, yelling at Marie and telling her to mind her own business!
Taj: Damon needs to focus on the Royal Court member in the ring and not the one outside of it.
America: Exactly!
Marie simply laughs. Damon mouths off for a moment or two longer before turning around, Kelli charges in and catches him with Playtime's Over (Bicycle Kick)! Damon crashes hard to the mat. Kelli drops down on top of him for the cover while Marie reaches in to tightly grab his ankles to insure he can’t kick out.
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THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Kelli Saint!!!
America: Sometimes, you just need a tiny distraction to get a big win!
Taj: Damon was robbed! The Royal Court have cheated their way into a tag Team Championship match at Massive Three!
The crowd explodes in cheers as Aurora Graves, steel chair in hand, makes it down to ringside. Marie sees her coming and hightails it around the other side of the ring as Kelli casually steps out the other side of the ring as well to stand with Marie. Aurora slides into the ring to check on her husband while Marie and Kelli make their way to the back to the boos of the crowd.
Taj: This is a match that has been hotly contested over social media between both teams. For a while it was thought that The Headhunters would be coming into the match a person short since Silas Jessup is defending his Glory Championship tonight and was barred from being the third person. But wouldn’t you know that luck would have it that Driller Jaworski has returned to the company and has stood by his friends.
America: Why’s it gotta be luck, Taj? Maybe it was all a huge plan to sucker Crippled Chris into getting into the ring? You ever think about that?
DING DING DING!!!
Once the bell rings, there isn’t any time wasted before the two legal competitors Hansen and Dexter get at it. A lock up couldn’t even be started before Hansen attempts a big boot, but almost instantly Dexter ducks underneath it and goes for a school boy---but Hansen stays standing! Calloway thinks quickly with a kick to the back, the momentum pulling Hansen down to the roll up!
One…
Tw…kick out!
Quickly both men get back on their feet but Dexter is able to grab him into a side headlock. Brynjar pushes back into his corner which allows Matthisean to get the tag. Hansen moves to the center and with the strength advantage lifts Dexter up to a back suplex---AND DROPS DEXTER RIGHT ONTO MATTHIESEN'S KNEES!! A BACK SUPLEX INTO A BACKSTABBER!!!
Taj: Geez that’s gotta hurt!
America: BOO! That’s illegal!
The match has truly begun as Matthisean begins hammering away at one half of the Headhunters. He throws Dexter into one of the non occupied corners and runs into him with a huge body splash! The impact forced Dexter into a seated position, while Matthiesen just delivered a mudhole on his opponent!
Taj: Matthiesen is gonna get himself disqualified if he doesn’t stop!
America: As he should be! This is some bullshi….
As Matthiesen is pulled away and the ref is occupied, Hansen begins choking and stomping on Dexter from the apron! The fans boo heavily---but wait here comes Eric! He’s entered the ring and begins brawling with Hansen on the apron! Next thing you know, Driller and Crippler are in the ring and it becomes an all out brawl between all of these competitors.
Taj: The fans are going nuts! The referee has lost control of the match and these wrestlers are holding nothing back!
America: I swear can we ever have a normal six man tag match?
Hansen has fallen onto the outside! Matthiesen is in the ring, but sneakily Crippler tags his back! No one besides the ref seems to notice as Dexter takes Matthisean out with a clothesline to the outside! Both members of Pernicious are on the outside of the ring. Dexter tags in Driller as the brothers give each other a smile and a stare, before they both nod.
Taj: Oh goodness! What are they about to do?!
America: We’re about to take off, chief!
Both men run off the ropes and jumps over them! Tope con hilo onto both men!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Driller nods and cheers on his team mate---but being distracted gives Chris the perfect opportunity to pull him down for a roll up…AND HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!!
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THRE…DRILLER BARELY LIFTS THE SHOULDER!!!
America: Talk about a close one!!
Chris now realizes that Driller is back to his feet and is ready to end it. He runs full force at Jaworski, but is instantly caught with a big boot that turns him inside out!! Driller lifts the man on his feet and instantly drops him with an exploder suplex! Driller gets fired up and begins pounding on his chest!
Taj: Driller is getting into it! He’s gonna take this match home!
America: LET’S GO!]/i]
Driller runs full force but Chris catches him with a nasty kick! He grabs the head of Driller and nails him head first into the mat with a DDT!! Desperate he flips him over into a cover.
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THRE…KICK OUT!!
Chris slaps the mat frustrated. He looks over in his corner and sees that both men are still down from the tope con hilo’s! He decides he has to end it. He lifts the big man up to his feet and— wait wait! Driller sends him into the ropes and catches him with a swinging STO! He brings Crippler up to his feet, head between his legs and delivers the Drill Bit!
America: Spiked him on his head!
Driller moves over to Eric and tags the man in! Both Eric and his brother walk towards the center and lift up Crippler, who is barely moving after that devastating move! They set it up and nail The AMF!
America: Oh this one is over!
Eric flips him over and hooks the leg as all three men stay inside the ring!
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THREE!!
Taj: Driller, Eric, and Dexter have got the victory!
America: Was there ever really any doubt?
As the trio celebrate, a figure slides into the ring and commences to wailing away on them with a steel chair. The Calloway brothers fall to the canvas holding their heads while Driller shrugs it off and turns to see that his attacker is…
Taj: BILL RYDER!!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Driller glares at Bill, who doesn’t hesitate to crack him over the head again with the chair! In reaction, Driller punches his own self in the face before giving out a huge roar. Bill swings again, but Driller ducks and runs past to bounce off the ropes. Before he can make his return, Mathiesen and Hansen grab him by the throat and send him to the mat with a double chokeslam! Bill is instantly on him, pounding away fist after fist! Chris has regained his composure and instructs Pernicious to put the boots to still down Headhunters.
Taj: Driller and the Headhunters are being totally manhandled!
America: Where in the hell is Silas Jessup?!
A bevy of referees ramble down the rampway and get into the ring to stop the assault as the show fades to a commercial.
The camera opens up to a frenzy backstage with a few referees surrounding a slumped against the wall Silas Jessup. The Glory Champ is holding the back of his head as he tries to shake the cobwebs out. EMTs push their way through the crowd surrounding him but an angered Silas stands to his feet.
Silas Jessup: Don’t touch me!
Still holding the back of his head, he pushes past them and makes his way down the hallway.
Taj: You think that Silas was attacked by Bill Ryder and that’s why Silas wasn’t able to come to the rescue of Driller and the Headhunters at the end of their match?
America: Think? How about I know!
The match starts off with Jay staring a hole into Rei’s soul from across the ring as she confidently stands there and smiles. Once the bell has finished echoing throughout the arena, both charge forward, Jay going for a clothesline. But Rei is able to duck it at the last second and slides under his legs, popping back up and hitting a discus elbow smash directly to the middle of his back. Jay turns around and is visibly angered, face red and nostrils flaring, as his hand shoots out and grabs Rei around the neck. She instantly starts flailing her arms around, trying to hit his arm enough times to force him to break the hold. Jay just shoves her back, backing her up into the corner before bashing her into the turnbuckle a few times before finally releasing his hand from around her neck. Rei drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes, sputtering as she tries to regain her breath and composure. But Jay… he doesn’t allow this and instead yanks her back up to her feet, quickly transitioning it into a scoop backbreaker. Rei screams out in pain as Jay gloats by holding his arm up at shoulder height and slowly spinning around.
Rei slowly crawls her way to the ropes just as Jay finishes his gloating. He grabs a fist full of her hair, pulling her up once again. Except this time she is ready for it and starts wildly firing off kicks to his thigh. Jay releases his hold on her hair but violently shoves her back into the same corner as before. She tries to escape but Jay prevents her from doing so, easily lifting her up and setting her atop the turnbuckle. He looks like he’s about to set her up for a powerbomb, but Rei quickly reverses it and instead locks him into a hanging figure four necklock. She isn’t able to keep it locked in for very long though before Jay is able to power out. Rei falls to the arena floor and stays there, laying in a heap as Jay slides his way out. But the moment he gets close to her, she pops up to her feet and hits him with a Mongolian chop before following it up with a slingblade. She smirks before sliding back in the ring.
Jay isn’t too far behind her. But as he comes sliding back into the ring, he’s met with an axe kick from Rei before he can even get up to his feet. He’s still a bit groggy as Rei “generously” allows him to get back up to his feet. He shakes his head as he regains his composure and turns around to face Rei where she instantly hits him with a roundhouse kick before hitting him with a running 180 degree facebuster. The smile on her face as she stays on her knees… would cause anyone to be concerned for Jay. Slowly, Rei gets up to one knee, slapping Jay forcibly in the head twice before fully getting back to a vertical base. Rei then takes a few steps back, waiting for Jay to get up and once he’s in a seated position, she charges forward and hits him with Poison Apple (enzui shining wizard).
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A very mixed reaction comes raining down from the Hawaiian crowd as Rei looks stunned before she starts arguing with the referee about how that should have been a three count. This slight distraction and delay would allow Jay to get onto his hands and knees, upon which he fires off a stiff punch right to her gut that knocks the wind out of her. Not only that… but it angers her and much like he was earlier in the match with a red face and flaring nostrils, she adds in a primal scream before charging forward and hitting him with a modified Snake Eyes (kaio kick) with Jay in the kneeling position.
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THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… REI PARK!
Taj: Rei with a bigtime victory over the ex-Glory Champion!
America: NEXT!
The fans can’t help but get insanely pissed off when they hear the infamous song blasting through the P.A system. Striker as well, seems to be shocked at the music playing. Out comes the man who walked out earlier tonight and made a scene. The man who said that he wasn’t going to fight in pointless matches. Daniel Wolf walks out. This time though? He’s in his attire. He’s wearing his signature “Prodigy” T-shirt.
Taj: What in the world is Daniel Wolf doing out especially after he walked out of the Three Way match at the beginning of the show?
America: Well it looks like he’s about to tell us, Taj.
Daniel comes back out and walks down the ramp slowly. The entire time, he has a microphone and brings it again to his lips.
Daniel Wolf: Did you all miss me?
He smirks as the fans respond with obvious jeers and boos. He shook his head and brought himself up the apron.
Daniel Wolf: It’s okay, I know you all did. I mean seriously, how could you not? I was sleeping backstage watching this boring show. Thank god they got me on the roster. But I bet you’re all wondering, what is Daniel Wolf doing out here? Well, it is quite simple. But I know you’re all a little slow— well actually you’re all very slow… so I’ll break it down for you. Last month, I put myself on the map. Why? Because I had something that no one else on this damn roster has. A set of balls. I went on commentary and made everyone know what I was looking for. I took the chance to be on Justice for All so I’d make everyone aware of what I wanted. Hell, I walked out of a match earlier because I knew what I was worth. I know what I’m worth.. And that is being the FACE of One-Wrestle. Hell, I’m the face of Pro WRESTLING. Since no one will do it, I’ll do it myself. I’m getting to the top, whether you imbeciles like it or not.
Crowd: BOO!
Taj: Daniel definitely not endearing himself to the 1WM fans.
America: And I like it!
Daniel Wolf: What better way to put myself in the running for the world champion, by facing and beating the former champion himself. So Striker, no hard feelings yeah? You gotta do what you gotta do to make it to the top, and I’m willing to do anything. I told you earlier... you've unlocked a beast within me. You think I'm joking? You think I don't pose a threat? Try me, because just like everyone else, you're ignorant perception will be the cause of your downfall. But tonight? Tonight won't just be the night that I get what I deserve. Tonight... will be the night I finally take what's mine... and that is the spotlight. Ladies and gentleman, The Prodigy's rise to the top...Starts NOW!
Daniel throws the microphone down and enters the ring, taking off his shirt and putting it to the side. He waits in the corner and smirks as he is ready to take on the former world champion himself, Jacob Striker.
Taj: I’ve just received official word that Daniel Wolf is indeed the opponent for Jacob Striker tonight here at Legendary Thirty-Four “No Thanks Given”.
America: This is going to be a tall task for Daniel but I really like this kid. He’s what 1WM needs around here: an infusion of new blood that is will to do whatever is necessary to get noticed!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they're ready for the upcoming match. Jacob and Daniel both look across the ring at one another and smirk. A few seconds later, the bell rings.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob and Daniel almost immediately begin to circle around the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. Jacob in particular tries to use his speed in an effort to keep Daniel off balance and leave him open to a mistake. When it doesn't happen quite like he's hoping, Jacob charges forward and blasts Daniel in the mouth with a forearm shot! He follows it up with a second and then a third. Daniel stumbles back from the impact. Jacob grabs hold of him and tries to send Daniel across the ring with an Irish whip attempt. Daniel reverses the attempt and steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Jacob on the rebound! He launches Jacob into the air for a back body drop! Jacob lands on his feet behind Daniel on the mat and waits for him to turn around. When Daniel does so, Jacob leaps into the air and kicks him in the jaw with a spinning heel kick! Daniel crashes hard to the mat, but wisely creates a bit of space between himself and the former World Champion before bringing himself back up to his feet.
Daniel reaches his feet near the ropes. Jacob quickly closes the gap and fires off a few quick kicks into Daniel's ribs in hopes of wearing him down further. Jacob then drags Daniel toward the middle of the ring and grabs hold of his head. He tries to use the ring to his advantage, springboarding off of the ropes to try and set Daniel up for a DDT. Daniel uses his strength to keep Jacob upright, however, and throws him down to the mat. Jacob quickly pulls himself back up to his feet, but Daniel responds almost instantly with a clothesline! Jacob staggers back up to his feet a bit more groggily, which gives Daniel the opening he needs to jump at Jacob and deliver a side kick. The impact knocks Jacob into the ropes. He bounces off of them and stumbles toward Daniel, who grabs hold of Jacob and delivers a picture-perfect belly to belly suplex! Daniel hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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Two…Jacob kicks out!
Daniel grabs hold of Jacob and locks him into a front facelock. Daniel tries to speed up his efforts to wear Jacob down even further by pounding away on Jacob's back. Despite this, Jacob continues to do everything that he possibly can to escape Daniel's grasp. Noticing a potential opening, Daniel spins Jacob around and tries to set him up for a sitout neckbreaker. Jacob shoves Daniel away from him just in time. Daniel stumbles a few steps before turning around and getting hit with a running forearm smash! Daniel staggers around and tries to fire back by charging at Jacob---who leaps into the air and sends Daniel crashing to the mat with a dropkick! Daniel tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but gets hit with a running dropkick from Jacob. Striker pauses for a moment and turns around to face Daniel, leaping into the air and landing on his chest with a double foot stomp! Jacob then hooks the leg for the cover..
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TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Jacob is such a vicious, vicious man.
Daniel is slow to try and make it back up to his feet. Jacob fires off a few quick strikes to try and wear Daniel down further. Jacob bounces off of the ropes and charges toward Daniel, who steps forward and instead hits Jacob with a knee smash facebuster! Jacob drops to a knee and groggily pulls himself back up to his feet. Daniel lines Jacob up for a jumping knee strike---only to have Jacob step forward and catch Daniel with a hurricanrana instead! Jacob hooks the leg.
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THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
America: I don’t think Jacob expected this much resilience from Daniel.
Daniel slowly drags himself back up to his feet, seeming a bit surprised by the fact that Jacob caught him. Jacob smirks and calls for the fans to start rallying around him---many of them doing just that. Jacob waits for Daniel to reach his feet. As soon as he does so, Jacob charges and sends Daniel crashing down to the mat with a slingblade! The fans who are Jacob fans continue to cheer as he waits for Daniel to reach his feet once again. Once Daniel is standing, Jacob runs over and tries to set Daniel up for a possible German suplex. Daniel blocks the attempt and causes Jacob to hit the mat hard. He drops a quick elbow onto Jacob and stays on top for the cover.
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Two…Jacob kicks out!
Daniel delivers a few more strikes to try and wear Jacob down before lifting him off of the mat. Daniel hoists Jacob up onto his shoulders. He tries to set him up for a Samoan drop, but Jacob responds by shifting his positioning and landing on the mat! Jacob rolls Daniel up.
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THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: These two are doing everything they can, but they can't find a way to put each other away!
America: That's a sign of actual talent! You have to appreciate it! I know I’m really impressed by Daniel.
Torres: There are five minutes left in this match!
Daniel pulls himself back up to his feet. Jacob charges and blasts him in the mouth with a forearm smash! Daniel staggers and Jacob rushes at him again, connecting with a second forearm smash! Jacob grabs hold of Daniel and shoots him over toward the nearest turnbuckle. Daniel hits it hard and just seconds later, Jacob charges in so that he can connect with a back elbow. Daniel ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Jacob crashes into the turnbuckle and Daniel quickly smashes his head into the turnbuckle padding! He then grabs hold of Jacob and lifts him into the air, trying to slam him down to the mat with a German suplex. Jacob flips out of the suplex attempt in mid-air and lands on his feet! Daniel turns around and notices, charging at Jacob in hopes of keeping the momentum of the match on his side. Jacob responds by ducking down and tripping Daniel up with a swinging neckbreaker!
Torres: There are three minutes left in this match!
Jacob slowly starts to pull Daniel up to his knees. Daniel lands a low blow unseen by the referee! Daniel bounces off the ropes, runs at Jacob, and attempts to nail Jacob in the head with a knee shot!
Torres: There is one minute left in this match!
Jacob ducks the knee shot and delivers a low blow of his own to Daniel!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Jacob covers.
One…
Two…
TH…the bell rings!
America: Is it over?!
Taj: The ref, the timekeeper, and Herbert Torres are talking right now.
After a quick discussion, Torres addresses the crowd.
Torres: Due to the ten minute time limit expiring….this match has been declared a draw!
Taj: This was an exciting match with two men that went back and forth with each other!
America: Five more minutes and Daniel would have gotten Jacob. Trust me.
Glory Championship Match
Blake Belladonna vs. Silas Jessup
”Fighter” by Christina Aguilera plays as Justice Cross makes her way down the ramp and heads over to the commentators’ table.
aj: It seems as if Justice Cross is sticking to her word and will be joining us at the commentary table for this Glory Championship match.
America: (sarcastically) Happy, happy, joy, joy…
Justice makes it to the table and takes a seat.
Taj: Welcome to the commentary table, Justice.
Justice Cross: Hey Taj! It's great to be out here. I am so excited to watch this match up close and personal. Oh hey America, I didn't see you there sweetheart. How are you?
Torres: The following match is for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!!
”Lovefool” by The Cardigans plays as Blake Belladonna makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Baltimore, Maryland….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches…she is the challenger…BLAKKKKKKKEEEE BELLADONNNNNNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is one hell of an opportunity for this young woman.
America: And believe me, I don't have a doubt in my mind that she'll try to make the most of it!
Justice Cross: I'm going to have to agree with you Taj. I mean I'm all for people having their opportunities but honestly I have to question if she really created one here?
[color=#6699CC[Taj: But will she manage to win?
America: Let's not get crazy…[/color]
”The Beginning is The End is The Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins blares throughout the arena as Silas Jessup, Glory title belt secured around his waist, 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 the reigning and defending Glory Champion….SILAAAASSSSS JESSUUUUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Silas defending the Glory Championship for the first time.
America: He’s aligned with the greatest tag team of all time so it only makes sense that he'll successfully defending tonight.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready. Both wrestlers nod their heads. He then calls for the bell, getting the match underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Silas Jessup slowly circles around the ring and waits for the perfect moment to strike, Blake Belladonna instead deciding to put her speed on full display. This continues for a few moments longer, Blake finally deciding to step forward and trying to get things started. She immediately blasts Silas in the mouth with a forearm smash and then a spinning backfist! Silas stumbles from the impact as Blake uses the opening she's given herself to deliver a few quick kicks to Silas's ribs. Silas tries to cover up as Blake smirks. She steps back and winds up a huge kick to deliver to Silas's head. Unfortunately for her, Silas steps forward and instead sends Blake crashing to the mat with a clothesline! She pulls herself back up to her feet before Silas begins to wear her down with a series of strikes until Blake is back against the ropes. Silas grins and delivers a huge chop that echoes throughout the arena.
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Taj: Blake's strikes are painful, but Silas has faced a lot of good strikers in the short time he’s been in 1WM.
America: Yeah, but that shouldn't stop Blake from trying to keep it going! Just because Silas has probably faced people with more experience than her in the past doesn't mean that she can't beat him…it just means she needs to work a bit harder!
Justice Cross: Let's be honest guys, Silas has never faced me. I wonder if he pays his power bill, because you know it can be "Lights Out" for him?
Silas delivers a second chop that's just as loud as the first one.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Silas then pulls Blake away from the ropes and drags her over toward the center of the ring. He pauses for a moment before hoisting Blake into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a vertical suplex! Blake rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Silas charges and tries to keep his momentum on his side. Blake responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking Silas in the mouth---the impact of the kick sending her stumbling back. Blake immediately puts her speed on display once again by running at Silas. The Champ steps forward and lifts Blake into the air to set her up for a slam---only to have Blake reverse the attempt and deliver a headscissors takedown! Silas tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Blake charges at him and delivers a running dropkick! She hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Silas kicks out!
Blake tries to create a bit of space between herself and Silas. Jessup slowly pulls himself back up to his feet as Blake steps out onto the apron. She waits until Silas is standing before launching herself into the ring for a springboard crossbody! She hooks the leg upon hitting the mat.
One…
Two…Silas gets his shoulder up again!
Taj: This is what Blake Belladonna needs to do if she's going to win! This is the kind of effort that she needs to be giving!
America: It's also the kind of effort that she needs to KEEP giving! That's the real challenge here!
Silas slowly starts to pull himself back up to his feet, the fans starting to show a bit of support for Blake. She smiles and waits until Silas is almost back on his feet. Once he's standing, she charges at him and leaps into the air, trying to get him planted on the mat with a tornado DDT! Silas catches her in the air and tosses Blake down to the mat. She quickly pulls herself back up to her feet and bounces off of the ropes. Before she can manage to do anything to Silas on the rebound, he steps forward and lifts her into the air, slamming Blake to the mat with a spinebuster! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Perfectly timed spinebuster from Silas!
Silas grabs hold of Blake and uses a few right hands to try and wear her down. He then spins Blake around and sets her up for a sit-out neckbreaker! Before he can drop to the mat, Blake spins out of his grasp. He turns around to face her to try and keep control of the situation, only to have Blake leap into the air and hit Silas in the back of the head with an enziguri! The impact causes Silas to stumble around. Blake grabs hold of him and rolls him up.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Silas pulls himself back up to his feet as Blake Belladonna lines herself up with him and waits for him to stand. Once Silas is up, Blake leaps into the air and tries to hit him with a dropkick! Silas ducks out of the way and when Blake crashes to the mat, he almost immediately tries to grab hold of her so that he can lock in a sleeperhold. Blake fights to keep Silas from locking in the hold by crawling over to the ropes and grabbing hold of them for dear life. The referee forces Silas to take a step back, which he does without much hesitation.
Taj: That was a nice little exchange right there! Both of these two are definitely trying to win this match!
America: You would hope that these two are trying to win this match...
Justice Cross: So we all agree that one of them will win, yeah? Can we just watch the match?
Silas waits until Blake is standing before charging at her and hitting her with a jumping knee shot that knocks her out onto the apron. Silas waits until Blake is standing before rushing at her once again. Blake reaches over the ropes and grabs hold of Silas at the last second---causing the ropes to snap back and send Silas to the mat! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet as Blake steadies herself and waits for the Glory Champion to reach his feet. Once he's standing, Blake springboards into the ring and tries to hit him with a springboard dropkick! Silas steps out of the way at the last possible second. Blake crashes to the mat and tries to hurry back up to her feet---only to have Silas to push her into the ropes, when she bounces off Blake is hit by a knee to the face, directly into a pump handle Death Vallley Driver---the sequence Silas calls Murder Death Kill!
America: Oh this one is over!
Silas smirks and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL Glory Champion…. Silas Jessup!
Taj: That was an exciting back and forth match, but in the end...Silas retains!
America: That's not really a surprise considering Silas runs with The Headhunters.
Blake Belladonna pulls herself back up to her feet with a look of pure disappointment on her face. Silas stands in the ring and continues to celebrate his victory. Blake goes to exit the ring but Silas stops her and extends a hand for Blake to shake, talking to her about how proud he is of the effort that she gave. Blake pauses for a moment and seems to hesitate before accepting Silas's handshake much to the delight of the fans!
Taj: And you have to love the show of sportsmanship between these two.
While the two continue to shake hands, Justice quietly stands up smirking, grabbing the mic next to her on the table. Making her way towards the steel steps she would wipe her feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes.
Justice Cross: Silas, congratulations. You just won your match.
Silas Jessup: Just like I knew, I would Justice. But what can I do for you tonight? Let me guess, you want to be my second title defense?
Justice Cross: Actually, yeah. I mean that is why I promoted your match and called you out about whether you would win or not. You see Silas, it’s one thing to tell people you are going to do something but it is a completely different thing when you say what you will do then go into the match and do what you say. So that’s why I went and spoke to the people in the back. You have never faced me in the ring and well, the way I see it, you never beat me. I’m due for some gold Silas. I’ve done everything I have been told to do and I have yet to get my opportunity so…I’m making your next match my opportunity. You and me, one on one, for your belt, because it’s a belt not a title. Oh and Silas, our match if you choose to accept it will be on the grandest stage of them all. One Wrestle Movement’s Massive.
Taj: Justice has just challenged Silas for his Glory Championship at Massive Three!
Silas Jessup: So, you want to face me for my Glory Championship Title Belt at One Wrestle Massive Three? If the man in charge, deem’s you to be a worthy challenger… Who the hell am I to argue with that. But I have one condition… You shake my damn hand now… You shake it before our match… And you shake it after I beat you… That is if you and I are physically capable of shaking hands.
Silas extends his hand and stands there waiting.
Justice Cross: So let me get this straight. You want me to shake your hand now, before our match, and after our match? Just to get my match against you?
Silas Jessup: I want this title right here to have some respect. But I’ll take the handshake now off the table and just say the handshake before and after I beat you. To retain my Championship Title. Because I plan on doing what I just did to Blake to you. So, will you agree to a hand shake before and after the match…? Or is that going to be a problem for you Justice? Because I will shake yours because I have a lot of respect for you…
Looking at his hand for a minute as it was still in front of her she took a breath. Placing her mic down at her side, those eyes of hers closed and opened and her hand reached out to shake his. After the handshake she held the mic up to her mouth once more.
Justice Cross: Leave your boys some front row tickets at the box office when we get to Massive. I want them to have a front row seat to w- You know what Silas? I can’t do it. You’re so respectful and I won’t disrespect you or your boys. So you can set them up in the sky box and I will personally see to it that they get what they want. But as for you, well you and I have a match so you’ll get your other handshakes then. But now I have one condition for you, because you say you want respect so after the match no matter the winner we both agree to shake each other's hand.
Silas Jessup: You’re damn right… Now if you don’t mind I want to shower, and then watch the rest of the show. Before I catch up with my brothers to celebrate.
Silas walks out of the ring and holds the title up as he reaches the top of the ramp.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Tim Brody 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 THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Ice Station Zebra” by Jack White blares as Tim Brody makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Hamwater, Massachusetts….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds….standing at a height of six feet seven inches….he is the challenger…..TIMMMMMMMMM BRODDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: You can’t be serious right now?! Tim freakin’ Brody is still employed by 1WM?!
Taj: Actually he is, America, and tonight he’s getting a Pride of 1WM Championship match opportunity.
America: We must really have fallen on hard times?
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 Snow White 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 look at her nails before saying something to Simon who takes the time to fan her as she awaits her opponent.
Torres: In 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 two time reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….she is the Queen…BAINCCCCCAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Sit down, America.
America: You best stand to your feet, Taj. The Queen has made her appearance.
DING DING DING!!!
The two gaze across the ring at the other, neither backing down an iota. Tim moves forward and Bianca launches herself for a flying forearm shot. Tim catches her and spins into a sidewalk slam. Bianca grimaces on the mat, almost rolling halfway off to the ground. Tim punches from his knees and nails Bianca in the mouth. Bianca goes down hard. Tim grabs Bianca by the throat, choking her down against the mat. Bianca thrashes wildly under the pressure, her eyes almost popping out of her head!
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Tim releases his grip and Bianca kicks the bigger man in the crotch! Tim grimaces from the impact and Bianca rolls him over into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Tim sits up and angrily drills Bianca in the head with a back elbow strike. Bianca goes down hard and bounces off the mat. Tim covers, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THR…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: Tim looks almost possessed.
America: And yet Bianca is taking it and coming back for more.
Taj: Is that a good strategy?
America: Doesn’t look like she has much choice in the matter.
Tim drags Bianca up and shoots her off the ropes. Bianca rebounds off and comes back towards the big man. Tim goes for a big boot but Bianca ducks under and keeps running. She jumps up onto the ropes and springs back into an elbow smash to the face. Tim staggers back and Bianca runs to the ropes again. This time, she jumps onto the top rope and spins into a rana attempt. Tim catches her and tries to spin into a powerbomb. Bianca punches him in the head and drops into a DDT. She rolls Tim over and covers.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Bianca hooks the arm and swings into a la magistral cradle.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Both wrestlers start to their feet and Tim belts Bianca in the mouth. Bianca falls back into the ropes and Tim runs her over with a big clothesline that sends Bianca over the top rope to the ring’s edge! Tim reaches over and starts to pull Bianca up. Bianca kicks Tim in the shin and then drives her shoulder into the big man’s stomach. Tim doubles over and Bianca springs over into a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Bianca making a comeback!
America: She better or she’s going to lose her Pride title!
Both are back on their feet. Bianca hits Tim with a European uppercut creating some space between them before going to work with a series of punches. Tim wobbles and Bianca runs to the ropes, ducking between them before trying to connect with a springboard dropkick. Tim however catches her in mid-air. He attempts to drive the Champ to the mat, but Bianca is able to reverse into a schoolboy.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Taj: Bianca has done it!
America: Was there ever really any doubt?
Torres: The winner of this match….AND STILL Pride of 1WM Champion…. Bianca Davis!!!
Out of nowhere, Nina Stokes slides in the ring and drills Bianca in the back of the head, knocking her down.
America: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me! What is Nina doing out here?!
Taj: Don’t be so upset!
Nina continues to drill into a downed Bianca with fury. Nina gets up and yells “You thought you were done with me, Bianca?! I’m not done with you! See you at Massive!” Nina stomps on the downed Bianca before the rest of the Royal Court come from the back and make a beehive to the ring!
America: And here comes the backup!
Christina Fierce, Veronica Taylor, Marie Laurent, and Kelli Saint all slide into the ring at the same time. Nina wisely makes her way out of the ring.
Taj: And Nina wisely escapes the full wrath of the Royal Court.
Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
Streaming on Splat! Network December 30th, 2022
Standing backstage with Senior Interviewer Butterscotch Monroe is the immaculately tailored suit dressed Joshua Samson, Esquire. Slightly behind THE Executive Representative are his wives and Glory commentators, Astrid and Catriona. Both of the wives seem to be on high alert, Astrid sneering at Butterscotch, as their husband is talking.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Thank you for taking this time out of your busy schedule, Butterscotch.
Butterscotch silently nods.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: I have the privilege to announce that after having a closed door meeting with General Manager Tapioca Joe that the upcoming main event that is scheduled to be my two clients, Nina Stokes and Q, against the current 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Erick St. John will now be a one on one affair against “Ya Girl” Q.
Butterscotch Monroe: Excuse me, Joshua, but are you saying that the Massive Three main event will be taking place tonight? That Q will be contesting for the World Heavyweight Championship?
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Calm down there, Butterscotch. I didn’t say all that. While I was able to procure my client, Q, a singles match, it will not be for the World Heavyweight Championship. The Powers That Be would much rather keep protecting Erick St. John for another month instead of ushering in the Year of Q right now.
Butterscotch Monroe: May I ask why would you push to make the match tonight an one on one instead of keeping it a handicap match with your other client, Nina Stokes? I would think the Samson Family would be salivating to take advantage of Erick St. John and weaken him before Massive Three?
Joshua Samson, ESQ: You see, Butterscotch, that’s the misconception surrounding the Samson Family. Unlike other forces, like The Royal Court for example, we don’t need to weaken our opponents because we are already stronger than them. The Premier Talent known as Q doesn’t need Erick physically weak at Massive Three because she’s going to do one better tonight. My client, Q, is going to mentally weaken him by defeating him by herself. That will be his undoing come Massive Three when they face for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship.
Butterscotch Monroe: One last question, Joshua.
THE Executive Representative silently nods.
Butterscotch Monroe: Catriona and Astrid are out here with you. What is that about?
Joshua looks back at his ever vigilant wives before bringing his attention back to the Senior Interviewer.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: The best protection money CAN’T buy…
With that the Samsons turn and make their way down the hallway as the scene fades.
Torres: The following match is a NON-TITLE 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons blares throughout the arena as Q makes her way down to the ring to a tremendous chorus of collective jeers.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing The Samson Family….she is Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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….representing Renaissance….he is the current reigning and defending two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…he is The First Amongst Equals….ERICCCCKKKK STTTTTT. JOHHHHHHNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Erick immediately dives at Q with a lariat. Q goes down and bounces off the mat.
Taj: Hot start from Erick!
America: It was one move, Taj.
Q gets up to her feet and tries to shake the cobwebs, she turns back to the Erick and BOOM another clothesline takes her down to the mat! Erick motions towards Q to get up. Q gets back up and throws a lariat attempt at Erick who ducks underneath, runs off the ropes, rebounds... CLOTHESLINE!
America: Is this all he does?
Taj: I think we both know that's not true.
Q gets up and runs to Erick, who takes her down with an arm drag. Q gets up once more and runs after Erick. The Champ lunges forward with a clothesline, but Q ducks that. She runs to the ropes and goes back to Erick, but he grabs her by the shoulders and tosses her into the corner, using Q's momentum against her. Q's back slams against the corner before falling down chest-first.
Taj: See? That wasn't a clothesline.
America: He literally started that exchange with a clothesline attempt.
Q slowly gets herself off of the canvas. At her feet, she finds Erick waiting. Erick grabs Q once more and throws her again, but Q is able to wrap her legs around Erick! St. John sees this coming and doesn't allow himself to be flipped frontwards. Instead, he lifts Q up in the air for a powerbomb! Q rolls forward and reverses this move to a sunset flip! Erick goes down and Q hooks the legs!
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
There is a bit of commotion from the crowd before all attention turns to the entranceway. Jacob Striker can be seen on the entrance ramp with a figure in a gray suit with a featureless Court of Owls-style mask. The two seemingly are having a conversation as they watch the match.
Taj: It seems that Jacob Striker has come out to get a closer look at this match.
America: Like the leech he is.
Q slowly gets to her feet and is surprised to see Erick getting to his feet with such energy and ease. Q runs to Erick and lands a dropkick to Erick in the chest. This causes Erick to bend forward, but by the time Q gets to his feet, Erick has his back straightened. Q lands another dropkick onto Erick, who stumbles a bit. Seeing her rival staggered, Q runs to the ropes and bounces back towards Erick. She sends a big boot to Erick and down he goes! Q tries to drop on top for the pin, but Erick gets two feet up and boots her backwards between the ropes and out of the ring! The referee starts the count.
One…
Two…
Erick stands and looks to Ya Girl Q---all while holding onto the ropes. He pauses to catch his breath.
Three..[/color]
Q looks up at Erick, waiting expectantly... but seeing her opponent is winded, she slides in the ring right before the four count. Upon sliding into the ring, she is met by strikes and more strikes from Erick. Q slowly makes her way to her feet and Erick arches her forward with a knee to the gut. He Irish whips Q to the opposite ropes. Erick throws a knee to Q, who dives over it and continues running to the ropes on the other side. Erick turns around and Q hits him with a leaping elbow smash! Q forces herself off the mat.
America: I guess Q finally has a bit of momentum!
Taj: Maybe so, but ESJ won't let it end that easily!
As Q turns around, Erick leaps back off the mat with amazing athleticism. The two trade blows... left, right, left, right! Erick gains the upperhand and connects with a couple extra blows, staggering Q. He takes advantage of the opportunity, grabbing Q by the head and tights, and trying to throw her out of the ring head-first through the ropes...but Q throws her arm out, hooking around the top rope and using the momentum to rebound backwards. Q spins around and Erick goes for My Redemption (Sweet Chin Music superkick)! Q ducks under. Erick turns around, Q connects with a thumb to the eye! Q boots Erick in the gut, pulls him up, and drops him with Q’s Landing (cartwheel Death Valley Driver)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Torres: Here is your winner…Q!
Taj: OHMIGOSH!! Q HAS CLEANLY DEFEATED ERICK ST. JOHN A MONTH BEFORE THEY WRESTLE FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AT MASSIVE THREE!!
America: SAY IT AGAIN, TAJ….CLEANLY DEFEATED!!
Nina Stokes is quick to jump over the guardrail to join Q in stomping out Erick. The Samson Family scream expletives with each foot connection.
Taj: This is completely uncalled for! Q won the match and is only adding insult to injury!
America: We can only hope that Erick gets injured!
The crowd explodes with a mixed reaction as Jacob Striker runs down from his spot at the top of the ramp, slides into the ring, and sends Nina over the top rope and onto the thinly matted floor with a belly-to-back suplex. Jacob is quickly back up to his feet just as Q turns her attention toward him. She charges with a clothesline. He ducks under. ESJ makes it back up to his feet and notices Striker. Out of instinct, the World Champ strikes out and connects with My Redemption (Sweet Chin Music superkick)!
Taj: Erick just took out the man that just came to rescue him!
America: HAHAAA!![//i]
Seeing Jacob getting dropped, Q charges at ESJ. The World Champ ducks and Ya Girl is unexpectedly dropped by a palm strike from…
Taj: DANIEL WOLF!!
America: OH HELL YEAH!!
Taj: Where did Daniel even appear from?!
Q drops to her knees before falling to her back. Daniel and ESJ face off before a swarm of referees ramble down the ramp to get into the ring.
Taj: WE ARE OUT OF TIME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
[color=yellow[Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT![/color]
America: Hell yeah…let them fight!
Taj: Thank you for joining us here at Legendary Thirty-Four “No Thanks Given”! We’ll see you all next month at our third annual celebration: Massive Three!!
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Wil Pierce: “Verbal diarrhea” my ass, that America chick has to sit through reams and reams of Saint John’s babble and she calls the *truth* nothing but bullshit….
Raijin Hunter: Wil, my brother, you’re doing it again.
Wil Pierce: Well can you blame me, Raijin? I mean that human trash bag gets to stand out there every chance that he gets and vomits his lies….
Jacob Striker: Wil….
The “Albert Wesker of Luchadores” turns to face the head of the MA who is shaking his head at the oldest member of the faction.
Jacob Striker: I know that you're frustrated about what America said last show, but I need you to stay focused on the matter at hand because the two of you have Powerhouse Neon tonight and I want your best violence out there….
Jake motions at both halves of the Mechanical Animals tag team..
Jacob Striker: Both of you, I want the two of you to earn a shot at the tag champs at Massive and I want you to bring those titles home..and Wil, no distractions.
Wil Pierce: I don’t get distracted.
Jacob steps up to his fellow MA member as the older man removes his sunglasses and the two men have a brief staredown before the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” narrows his eyes sharply..
Jacob Striker: No.Distractions.
The two men have a momentary stare down before Wil holds up his hands and backs up.
Wil Pierce: Done.
Jacob accepts that at face value as he nods and the small group then heads into the arena proper.
Taj: Aloha, everyone! I’m Taj Monroe-Hennessy, and by my side as always is America Vaughn…
America: What up?
Taj: …and we have the extreme pleasure of calling the wrestling action for you tonight at Legendary Thirty-Four “No Thanks Given”!
America: Alright enough of your hot air, Taj, let’s get this show on the road because it seems like we’ve been waiting for weeks for it to happen.
Three Way Match
“Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa vs. Miku Asakusa vs. “The Prodigy” Daniel Wolf
“Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa vs. Miku Asakusa vs. “The Prodigy” Daniel Wolf
“In my Zone” begins to blare over the P.A system as both Miku and Aleki are ready in the ring. Daniel Wolf comes out— but he doesn’t seem to be wearing his usual wrestling attire. He walks out in a Tap out t-shirt with a pair of gym shorts. The fans were confused— though booing him as per usual, they had no idea why he wasn’t wearing his ring attire. More importantly though— he had a microphone in his hand.
Taj: No wrestling attire for Daniel, perhaps?
America: Hey whatever works. I mean, I’ve seen a man wrestle in a tuxedo for his ring gear.
The music comes to a stop as the man begins shaking his head— his face showing a sort of disappointment and disgust as he stops at the beginning of the ramp and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Daniel Wolf: You know, I thought after last month— maybe I didn’t have to continuously make an effort into getting what I want. I thought maybe, just MAYBE, people wouldn’t be so idiotic and realize that standing right at the top of this ramp— is a born champion. But… I guess everyone is just a bunch of idiots— kind of like everyone out here.
The fans didn’t appreciate that, booing the Prodigy even harder as Wolf shakes his head at them.
Daniel Wolf: Just like the idiots you all are, you’re just mad because everytime I speak I say nothing but the truth. Last month, I made my statement loud and clear. I’m not here to play games or to just fight in worthless matches that mean nothing to me. My time is worth more than that. When will you all realize that? I’m THE Daniel Wolf. THE Prodigy of pro wrestling. I made people aware that I only had one thing on my mind, and that was the world championship. I made my presence known ever since I made my triumph return in August. Patti Rose? That was a stepping stone. Those three competitors last month? They were also a stepping stone— and finally Justice for All? That was my message. That was my warning. It’s a shame no one listened… really. Putting me in the opening match? Putting me in a spot that's made for those who have zero relevance in this company? That is complete and utter disrespect to not only my name, but who and what I represent. At 19 years old I've worked my ass off to get to where I am today. I trained for days on days on days at only 17 years old, because I knew what I had. I knew what I could be... and I knew what I was... and that is THE PRODIGY of Pro Wrestling. But you know what? That's okay... you want to try and push me down and not give me what I rightfully deserve? Do it... but just know now? Now you had done something way worse. You've unlocked a beast... the wolf inside that shows no mercy for anyone in front of him. Cause now? I’m not holding back. Think I'm gonna just sit back like everyone else and not get what I rightfully deserve? Yeah.. I don’t work like that. You know how I work? I do whatever it takes to get what I want… no matter what. So with that being said— I could give two shits about this match. Sorry… whatever your names are. I know being in a match with me would’ve definitely made your careers way better, but hey if you want my autograph— you know where I’ll be.
Daniel smirks and drops the microphone, before slowly turning around and walking backstage. Aleki and Miku are both confused— the fans are just jeering their hearts out.
Taj: Seems like Daniel has something else planned…. But what?
America: Well we know it’s definitely not this match.
Taj: I’ve just received official word that this match is now one-on-one between Aleki and Miku.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Aleki steps toward the center of the ring and immediately shoves Miku, yelling at her and demanding that she show him the respect that he deserves as the Samoan God of War. The fans boo the newcomer loudly but he ignores them. He continues to yell at Miku, who shakes her head and steps forward. She hits Aleki in the mouth with an elbow smash! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Aleki is barely able to stand upright. Miku spins around and blasts Aleki in the mouth with a backfist! Aleki drops to a knee and tries to drag himself back up to his feet, only to have Miku try to connect with a Miku no Lariato (lariat)! Aleki ducks and punches Miku in the gut! Miku drops to the mat. Aleki pulls her up and drops her to the canvas with his My Divine Right (inverted sitout over-the-shoulder piledriver)! Aleki hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Aleki Kekoa!!!
Taj: Hard fought match but Aleki comes out the victor.
America: I wonder the outcome if Daniel would have wrestled in this match?
As we go ringside in between matches, we can see there is not just a red carpet covering the entire mat in the ring along with two black velvet chairs but red carpet going down the ramp as well. When the fans began to give their mixed reactions about what was going to take place ”Fighter” by Christina Aguilera began to play over the pa system. After the first twenty seconds of the song Justice Cross walks out onto the top of the ramp and as she made her way down to the ring she would argue with a few fans. Before going up the steel steps she walked over to a little girl sitting in the front row and took a sign looking at it. Smirking, she snatched the sharpie marker out of the girl's hand and signed her name onto the sign then went up to the apron. Walking half way onto it she would turn with her back against the ropes then flipped herself over the ropes landing one foot at a time. Going over to one of the chairs she grabbed the mic on it and sat in her chair smirking.
Justice Cross: Expecting someone else? I mean it’s ok if you were but let me remind you that her show has only had two episodes while mine is on it’s seventh episode. Guess you can say I won when it comes to who gets the better show. It’s like I always say and you people well as everyone in the back should pay careful attention, what Justice wants…Justice gets.
Smirking another bit she looked at the crowd holding the mic down for a few seconds. She then put it back up to her mouth.
Justice Cross: And tonight I wanted two very important people on my show but because of who they are and the tension between them I have to do a double episode tonight because I don’t want them killing each other on my show.
Listening to the fans a bit by holding the mic down on her lap. She would let the fans have their fun with their little “We Want Jacob” chants before putting that mic back up to her mouth.
Justice Cross: This man deserves to be on first because that is how much I respect him. He gave me a match during my first run in One Wrestle but mind you it was because I persistently went after him day in and day out. But you know what? In the end, I got what I wanted and why is that? It’s because what Justice wants…Justice gets. So since you are all so eager to hijack my show with your little We Want Jacob chants let’s just bring him out shall we? Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, at this time please welcome my first guest of the night Jacob Striker!
“Wonderful Life” by Bring Me the Horizon featuring Dani Filth keys up as the crowds in the area pop as Jacob Striker comes out onto the entrance ramp and looks around the arena for a moment before nodding prior to him making his way down to the ring where he respectfully wipes his feet off before entering the ring proper and showing Justice respect by giving her a bow before being handed a mic and waiting for his music to be cut to allow Justice the chance to speak.
Justice Cross: First of all welcome to Justice for All. Second of all, it’s been a hot moment since we shared a ring together. Yeah?
Jacob Striker: Thank you for having me, Justice, and yes…it has been a while.
Justice Cross: The last time we were in a ring together was our triple threat title match. You know, the one you tried to take me out in?
Jacob Striker: I won’t lie, I remember that match. And with respects, you gave as good as you got, Justice. But if you need me to apologize if I went a little bit…overkill…during it, then out of my honest respect for you and your talent, I will.
Justice Cross: Jacob, I don’t want you to apologize. You did what you had to do to get that win. I mean come on, we both know that I wasn’t supposed to even be in that match to begin with. I just sneakily got myself in it. But that was then and this is now. How the hell are you doing these days?
Jacob Striker: Fair enough, but as for how I’m doing these days. Other than the usual insanity of being in this industry, been helping my student in Japan when he needs me, and I’ve recently gotten engaged if you can believe that of all things?
Justice Cross: Oh so you haven’t just been sitting in catering?
Smirking and laughing she would get a serious look on her face after a few seconds.
Justice Cross: Congratulations on the engagement. I mean that, I really do. And I’m sorry for the crack about sitting in catering because I just couldn’t help myself! But I asked you to be on this show for a reason and that reason is…well, what’s the deal with you and Erick Saint John? I mean I was busy dealing with my own mess as I kept getting attacked but what is going on between you guys? Catch me up to speed.
Jacob Striker: Nah, I stopped just sitting around in catering when Cedric stopped okaying those ghost pepper nachos, remember? But yeah seriously, thank you and as for this whole thing between Saint John and I, people thought that Graham Baker was a drama queen when it came to the world title, Justice? Shit, I wanted to defend that belt against everyone and anyone and give that belt the proper workout that it deserved, but somehow Erik just kept shoving his nose into the title picket, shouting to all high heaven about how he was the “First among Equals” until finally he lucked his way into winning the belt from me. And, Justice, do you know what he did the very first show after he won the strap from me was?
Justice Cross: Cedric stopped okaying everything. It wasn’t just the ghost pepper nachos. He even stopped okaying my steak dinners including my Ceaser salad. But as for what Erik did that first show, I don’t think I know because I was probably busy dealing with some psychopath who tried taking me out non stop. I bet you are going to tell me though aren’t you?
Jacob Striker: Aye, but before that who the Hades was trying to take you out? Was it some overzealous rookie like the one that tried to wipe out Bianca over in Pro Wrestling Nova or what?
Justice Cross: No, not a rookie. It was Zak Slovak. He said he was hired to do a job for someone… which was to take me out. But then instead of finishing his job he told the world what he supposedly knew about me which was I pretend to be nice to people but I’m really this mean girl. Can you believe that? Me, be mean?
Jacob Striker: Yesh, his so-called “client” was probably a stuffed Pikachu wearing a Trump hat. But yeah, you’re not mean…a mega tough bitch when you get started in a match, yes…but being “mean”? What’s next, Justice, somebody is going to come out here and say that Q is actually Mother Theresa?
Justice Cross: Well I never found out who his client was. He kept saying I would but I never did. But don’t give people ideas because she is not Mother Theresa! She, like others, only wish that they had the spotlight like I do but that is besides the point. So you were saying something about Erik and what he did?
At that moment, all form of the jovial attitude disappears from Jacob’s being as his tone changes as he gives Justice a single, respective nod.
Jacob Striker: Basically he comes out here and says that everyone was in the wrong because he knows all. He said that Cedric was wrong because I was within my rights concerning how legitimate him challenging me for the title after I beat Jenni was, he bashes a major Japanese Zaibatsu which is the financial backers of Pro Wrestling Nova with whom are also the legal reps that handle all of my contracts and what not, and Justice…you know how picky the Japanese are when their honor is insulted. But for all of his claims, he still doesn’t get the point that where people like you and I are both in high demand because we put asses in those seats…not one promotion wants to work with a disruptive prima donna like him and that was proven by his very words during the rest of his post victory promo-he was calling for anyone outside of One Wrestle Movement to come and fight him.
Justice Cross: You’re right. People like us, we draw the fans in. It’s not because we are crazy or self-destructive. It’s because we are that damn good when we both step into this ring. If we weren’t then we wouldn’t have a job. But luckily because of all of them -points around to the fans- we get paychecks when we show up. And we always show up. Hell I’m not even a damn champion and I show up more than Erik does. I promote the shows and other matches more than he does and he’s the world title holder. If anyone is in the wrong, it’s him. And I’m sorry you had to deal with that whole thing about your contract because of those Japanese peeps are very hot headed and picky when it comes to their honor. But Jacob think about what you just said, ok. Because you just told me that Erik was calling for anyone OUTSIDE of One Wrestle Movement to show up and face him for his title. You and I both know that isn’t how that works. You win a title in a company you work for then you defend your title for that company and you defend it in the ring against another person in that company. You don’t try to goad others to come in to win our company’s main title. And honestly if you ask me, he seems to be like an episode of General Hospital lately. He has a girl, gets married, gets divorced, sleeps with his ex-wife, is going to be a dad…
Jacob Striker: Exactly, and here’s the amusing part. Other promotions have been acknowledging One Wrestle Movement because I was the champion here, based on what you just said about how we show up and put the work in.
Justice Cross: I’m glad you show up because I can’t do this on my own. Well I guess I already am carrying One Wrestle Movement but that’s a story for another day. I got a match tonight Jacob, what’s your plan for tonight?
Jacob Striker: Well tonight I’ve got a match against..well somebody, I don’t know who yet to be honest but I’m looking forward to a hard fight, give Serenity something that she can really enjoy watching me work, while making sure my boys in the Mechanical Animals keep to them in line.
Justice Cross: Sounds like you got yourself a definite plan going on for tonight! I wish you luck in your match. Tonight I will be facing Veronica Taylor which means more than likely she will play dirty when she gets in the ring. Win a match on your own for once you know? I can’t stand people but uh since I shut her down she really hasn’t shown her face. Guess she knows whose yard this really is.
Smirking and laughing a bit she tilted her head at the same time. Looking around then to the fans she quickly looked back to him.
Justice Cross: I’m such a mean person. Can you ever forgive me Jacob?
Jacob was laughing alongside Justice once more and is trying to keep a straight face as he nods in agreement with her.
Jacob Striker: Of course, but only if you can forgive me as well, Justice, because I was having echoing thoughts but only involving Saint John in place of Veronica.
Justice Cross: I can forgive you. But we both have matches so as much as it would be fun to continue this show right now, we do have to go get ready. Again thank you for being on my show. Oh and I’ll be expecting an invitation to your wedding.
Tag Team Match
Powerhouse Neon (Jessica Hendrix and Megan Enders) vs. The Mechanical Animals (The "Blackhart" Wil Pierce and The "Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter)
Powerhouse Neon (Jessica Hendrix and Megan Enders) vs. The Mechanical Animals (The "Blackhart" Wil Pierce and The "Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter)
Jessica and Wil start off the match for their respective teams in typical formation… locking up in the center of the ring. They push each other around, shoving back and forth until Jessica is able to gain the upperhand with a stiff knee directly to Wil’s midsection. Jessica then follows up with a simple backbreaker, sending a message to Wil and Raijin that Powerhouse Neon aren’t ones to be messed with. Wil is quick to get back up to his feet and charges towards Jessica, going for a forearm strike. But Jessica ducks it and instead hits Wil with a hip toss. Visibly perturbed, Wil gets back up to his feet and charges forward again, this time not allowing Jessica to mount any sort of offense and instead hitting her with a stiff european uppercut before following it up with a series of knife edge chops that back her up into the closest corner. Wil then proceeds to fire off a series of palm strikes before following it up with a high impact double palm thrust. Jessica stumbles out of the corner and right into a front flip snapmare driver. Wil then decides to add a bit of insult to injury by lifting Jessica into a Northern Lights suplex, keeping the bridge intact.
One…
Two…kick out!
Megan Enders comes running in and breaks up the pin attempt by driving her boot into Wil’s midsection. Raijin comes running in to try and intercept Megan before she can do anything else, but she instead books it back out onto the apron as Wil argues with the referee about what happened before turning to Raijin and complaining that he should’ve done something before Megan broke up the pin. This distraction would prove to be fruitful for Powerhouse Neon as Megan helps Jessica (who has since crawled back to her corner) back up to her feet. Jessica then tags Megan in and the pair hit a distracted Wil with Neon Spear (dual spears). Jessica quickly gets out of the ring, allowing Megan to put her full attention towards Wil. She smiles as she goes to hit him with a German suplex, but he blocks her attempt. She tries again… same result. This goes on for a few more times before Megan gives up and instead decides to whip Wil off into a corner… which just so happens to be his, allowing Raijin to blind time himself into the match.
Megan doesn’t see this happening so when Raijin goes to hit her with a forearm smash, she is caught off guard but is still able to duck it. She turns around and is instantly met by Raijin and the pair start trading a series of furious strikes back and forth. It ends with Megan hitting Raijin with a discus elbow before he hits her with a back elbow that rocks her before following it up with a double underhook suplex. Raijin signals for Wil to come in and help him end her and the pair lift Megan up to her feet. Jessica comes charging forward in an attempt to help her tag team partner and instead is met by a double cutter by Wil and Raijin. This then allows Raijin to hit Megan with a fireman's carry with a knee strike to the face before Wil hits her with a penalty kick and it’s all capped off with a standing moonsault by Raijin… a move they call Misery Machine!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Wil Pierce and Raijin Hunter… THE MECHANICAL ANIMALS!
Taj: Good win tonight by the Mechanical Animals that should definitely get pushed toward a shot at the 1WM Tag Team Championship in the new year!
America: Meh…
The camera opens up to the backstage parking lot where a Humvee pulls into frame. The watching crowd can be heard to explode into cheers when exiting from the vehicle are Silas Jessup from the driver’s side, Driller Jaworski from the passenger side, and Eric and Dexter Calloway from the back. All four men are looking ready for business as they march into the building.
Going back to the ring we can see Justice Cross standing in it once more. Looking around smirking at the fans she would nod her head hearing their reaction. Moving to the middle of that ring now she held the mic up to her mouth.
Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Justice for All. Tonight I told you all that you would see a double episode and I am not going to disappoint you. I don’t know much about my next guest except that he is the champ and I work with him here in One Wrestle. And he has a match tonight right so please welcome my guest at this time Erick Saint John.
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 holding the 1WM World Title over his shoulder and his gaze out towards the crowd. 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 shows off the championship belt. After another bask of adulation, he focuses on Justice.
Justice Cross: Hey Erick! Welcome to the show.
Erick has a distrusting look for his interviewer. He adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.
Erick St. John: Thanks for having me.
Justice Cross: You know Erick when I was thinking about who it was that I wanted on my show tonight I thought to myself it would be awesome if a champion was on. I mean so far I’ve had Joshua, he is definitely not a champion, and maybe I will interview Silas tonight too. But I’ve never had the champ on the show and that is what you are so thank you for accepting the invite. But there is something I need to ask you about since you are the champ.
Looks around at the crowd.
Justice Cross: You guys, I’m standing in the ring with Erick. Do you see him there? Anyway back to you Erick. I want to know a few things so I’m just going to ask you because that is the kind of person I am. First of all we recently saw Jacob Striker come back. What did you think about that?
The champion smirks as he thinks about his rival.
Erick St. John: Jacob is a legit talent. A former World Champion. But imitation is the greatest form of flattery. I returned at Massive 2 as Primus with a lot of theatrics to get back into the title picture. So what does Striker do? Try to one up me with his two ass clowns. But we see through the mask. It’s the same idea. Be original, Jacob. Find a personality or something.
Justice Cross: Like him or not Jacob is a very talented man. And as much as I want to ask you some more about him, you brought up something that I need to talk about right now. I mean you said yourself you came back as Primus with your theatrics to get in title contention. Do you really think you are honestly worthy of being a champion?
Erick cocks a disbelieving eyebrow.
Erick St. John: Are you fuckin’ kidding me? I’m an 11-time World Heavyweight Champion. I have taken on this company’s best and come out on top. I worked my ass off to get this title and defend it.
Justice Cross: First of all don’t talk to me like that. It is disrespectful. Second of all I don’t know the things you have done so that is why I was asking. But 11-times is pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I mean, I just don’t get why the bosses think you aren’t worthy enough. I think if you have been an 11-time champion they would be happy about it.
Erick’s face grows cold.
Erick St. John: Are you listening to that bullshit too, Justice?
Justice Cross: I am just trying to talk to you. Here let me approach it this way instead. Now I know you had made the statement that if you lost your match and title that you would retire from professional wrestling. Why would you do that? Don’t you like doing this?
Erick looks at the crowd in disbelief.
Erick St. John: Unbelievable. Y’all just don’t get it. Fuck this shit.
The champion glares at Justice momentarily before he walks away from the interview. He says something to the crowd as he steps through the ropes that gets a nasty reaction from them.
Justice Cross: So I ask you to be on my show and then when I ask you some questions you just get mad and decide to walk?
Erick turns around and looks in Justice’s direction before waving her off and heading up the ramp.
Justice Cross: Fine. Go ahead and walk away from my show. But just remember this Erick. You will be the champion that everyone saw walk off my show. How do you think that will make you look to the bosses?
She waits a few seconds seeing he isn't coming back out now. Looking around she would then go to the ropes and get down to the floor handing the stage hand her mic. She then made her way to the back.
Taj: Before our next match commences, we’d like to play some pre-recorded comments from one half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions…
Scene cuts to a darkened room, illuminated by a single dim light bulb. As it swings back and forth, it casts wildly shifting shadows over the visage of Damon Graves. He lifts his head just enough for his eyes to be visible.
Damon Graves: Saint, ever since you and the rest of the Toxic Twat Brigade darkened 1WM’s doorstep, it’s been a non-stop torrent of bullshit. Wherever one of you are, the rest of the Band of Bittches are sure to follow. It’s annoying as fuck, to say the least. The only silver lining in this entire shitshow is that you’ve been as successful as a bacon salesman in the middle of Israel.
Almost immediately after arriving here, you targeted me and my wife. Whenever we turned around, there you were with steel chairs or whatever else you could lay your hands on, all in an effort to take us out and make it easier to walk away with our Tag Team Championships. But nothing you’ve tried so far has worked. We’re still standing tall, with the titles firmly in our grasp.
The camera pans down and to Damon’s right. In his right hand, we can see him holding a broom handle. His grip on it is so tight, we can see the tendons straining.
Damon Graves: Tonight isn’t about any of that. This isn’t about the titles; it isn’t about the Renaissance or the Royal Court. Hell, this isn’t even about winning or losing. After all, if you don’t give a fuck about that, why should I? What this is about is retribution, plain and simple. You’ve said it yourself, this won’t be a wrestling match, it’s going to be a fight. And if you’ve done ANY research about me, you’ll know that I’ve never run from a fight and anyone stupid enough to pick one with me ALWAYS came out worse for it. So bring your steel chairs, or your handcuffs, or anything else you think might give you an advantage.. And be prepared to fucking eat it!
Without warning, Damon’s right arm sweeps up, and without looking, he obliterates the light bulb, casting the scene into darkness. We cut back to ringside.
America: Tough talk, but do you really think he can back it up?
Taj: If you had experienced everything he’s been through for the past couple of months, you’d probably be in the mood to fight, too…
America: Good point.
Singles Match
"Viscountess" Marie Laurant vs. Brianna Matthews
"Viscountess" Marie Laurant vs. Brianna Matthews
Taj: What is Kelli Saint doing out here with Marie?
America: Kelli is Marie’s moral support. There’s no rule saying she can’t be out here.
Brianna stands in her corner of the ring and glares at Marie, who looks out at Kelli Saint, who shouts her some last second pointers. The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway!
DING DING DING!!!
Brianna wastes absolutely no time in trying to get things started---charging across the ring and trying to hit Marie with a forearm smash. Marie ducks underneath the attempt and struts away---unfortunately leaving herself open to a clubbing blow to the back of the head! Marie tries to stumble away but is grabbed by the hair and pulled in. Brianna hits Marie with an elbow shot and then takes her down to the mat with a snapmare! Marie sits on the mat in pain. Brianna bounces off of the ropes and sends Marie crashing to the mat with a running dropkick! Almost immediately, Brianna grabs hold of Marie and locks in a bow and arrow hold! Marie's eyes go wide in pain as she screams out!
Marie almost seems like she's about ready to tap out, when Kelli reaches into the ring and tries to pull Marie closer to the ropes. This briefly distracts the referee, but more importantly, it also distracts Brianna. Brianna releases the hold and steps over toward the ropes, yelling at Kelli. Kelli wisely backs away toward the guard rail and shoots Brianna a middle finger much to her annoyance. Brianna shakes her head angrily and turns around to face Marie---who grabs hold of Brianna and rolls her up.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Brianna pops back up to her feet and charges at Marie, who leaps into the air and cuts Brianna off with a Model Kiss (French Kiss)! Brianna crashes hard to the mat. Marie covers..
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Marie Laurant!!!
Marie quickly rolls out of the ring and celebrates her win with Kelli as the two make it back up the rampway.
Singles Match
"Duchess" Veronica Taylor vs. Justice Cross
"Duchess" Veronica Taylor vs. Justice Cross
The bell rings as the two meet in the center. They eye each other, the crowd heavily booing both competitors as they circle one another. They finally lock up, fighting for position for only a few moments before Veronica throws Justice down to the mat, looking almost amused. Justice quickly gets back to her feet, sneering at the Duchess. The two lock up again. Once again, Veronica shoves Justice down. Justice gets up again, charging at Veronica, who simply side steps, clotheslines Justice hard in the back of the head as she tries to stop her momentum. Quickly dragging Justice back up, Veronica kicks her in the gut, doubling her over and taking her down with a DDT. Veronica starts to drag Justice up to her feet, only for Justice to hit a low blow just out of the referee's line of sight! Veronica stumbles forward, allowing Justice to lift her up and hit her with a snake eyes drop over the ropes! Veronica stumbles back, clutching at her throat, before Justice takes her down with a neckbreaker! She covers
One…
Two…kick out!
Justice takes her good old time getting back to her feet, heading back over to drag Veronica to her feet. She goes to whip her across the ring, only for Veronica to reverse, catching Justice with a sitout spinebuster on the rebound!
Taj: Veronica is back in control after Justice tried to take over with some underhanded tactics, but to be perfectly honest, I don't think this crowd cares for either of these two individuals!
America: You mean the sheep don't know what to do unless they're spoon fed a "hero" to worship?
Veronica grabs hold of Justice and tries to drag her back up to her feet. She gets Justice into position, when Justice gets a thumb in Veronica's eyes to get her to stumble back blindly. Suddenly as if a snake waiting to strike, Justice kicks Veronica in the gut and snaps off Lights Out (RKO)! Justice covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Justice Cross has scored victory!
America: Yeah but here comes the Royal Court!
Sure enough, Marie Laurant and Kelli Saint make a beehive from the back and down the rampway. Clearly knowing the tactics of the Royal Court, Justice rolls out the other side of the ring to escape the numbers disadvantage.
America: Look at that coward Justice running!
Taj: I think she’s leaving in order to fight another day, America.
We cut backstage to the hallway outside the dressing room of the 1WM Tag Team Champions, the Fallen Angels, where Backstage Interviewer Mickey “Mouse” Greer can be seen inspecting his microphone. He then takes a quick glance at his watch, then mutters something under his breath just as the door opens. He quickly takes a step back as Damon Graves steps out, scans Greer up and down, and scoffs.
Mickey Greer: Nice to see you too, Graves.
Damon Graves: Whatever. I’ve got more important things to do right now…
He goes to move past him, but Greer puts a hand on his shoulder, a move that is met with a piercing emerald death stare from the champion. Greer quickly withdraws his hand.
Mickey Greer: Good, because I’m actually here to talk to your wife. Is she available?
Damon shakes his head, arching his eyebrow as if to say “Do you have a death wish?”
Damon Graves: Oh, she’s in there, but the real question is, is she in the mood to talk?
Mickey Greer: Why wouldn’t she be?
Damon scoffs again.
Damon Graves: Like I’d ever tell you…
Mickey Greer: Just asking… no need to get upset.
Graves rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh.
Damon Graves: Look, if you want to talk to her, I’m not gonna stop you. Just don’t be surprised if she’s not as… polite as I’ve been. But whatever; it’s your funeral.
Damon walks off, leaving Greer in the hallway watching until he’s out of earshot.
Mickey Greer: If that’s his “polite,” I’d hate to see his “rude…”
No sooner does he finish that sentence than the door swings back open, revealing a rather annoyed Mrs. Graves. She glares harshly at him, her eyes like sapphire daggers as she steps into the hallway.
Aurora Graves: What?
Greer is taken aback by the gruffness in her voice.
Mickey Greer: Sheesh! He wasn’t kidding! It isn’t… you know… your…
She puts a hand up in front of his face as he blinks in surprise.
Aurora Graves: Trust me, you do NOT want to finish that sentence.
Greer clears his throat and takes a moment to adjust his tie.
Mickey Greer: Noted. But the people want to know; you’ve been awfully quiet leading up to tonight’s match. Could it be because of what your husband said earlier in the evening?
Aurora Graves: Never mind my husband. If you want to know what’s going through my head tonight regarding my match against Christina Fierce, then just ask me about that. You want to know about my husband? Then fucking ask him, not me.
Greer’s eyes go wide upon hearing the tone in her voice, and a smirk plays across his face.
Mickey Greer: Oh, a little trouble in paradise, perhaps?
Aurora rolls her eyes.
Aurora Graves: Oh, spare me. You’re the last person I’d confide in if that were the case. But back to the matter at hand. You want to know why I haven’t said much about what’s been going on? It’s simple. This band of bitches that calls themselves “The Royal Court” just LOVES calling attention to themselves. And while my husband has always been the more vocal of the two of us, I prefer to do my “talking.”
She holds up her fists.
Aurora Graves: Using these. I’ve got no interest in playing into their little “look at me!” game. That whole group is nothing but a bunch of vultures. From day one, they’ve crawled out from whatever rock they’d been hiding under, waiting until we’ve just gotten finished with a match so they can gang up on us from behind. But this time, I’ll have the chance to get my hands on one of them, one-on-one. Now, do I think her little bitch brigade won’t stick their noses where they don’t belong again? Of course they will! It’s the only thing they’re really good at. But tonight, I’ll make sure they have to spend just a LITTLE more on whatever overpriced cosmetics they use to cover up what I’m about do in that ring.
She gives him one final glare, growling quietly before going around him and walking off down the hall. He pauses for a moment, looking a little puzzled before a light bulb seems to go off in his head and he takes off after her, maintaining a safe distance. With that, the scene cuts away.
Singles Match
"Countess" Christina Fierce vs. Aurora Graves
"Countess" Christina Fierce vs. Aurora Graves
DING DING DING!!!
Aurora and Christina step forward to meet each other and lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Aurora goes for a side headlock but Christina ducks under into a hammerlock. Aurora drops to one knee and snapmares Christina over. Christina lands in the seated position and Aurora kicks her directly between the shoulderblades! Christina grimaces in pain, gritting her teeth as she tries to remain upright. Aurora snaps off another kick and Christina teeters over onto her left side. Aurora pounces, looking for a cross armbreaker but Christina rolls her up for a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
T…KICK OUT!!
Christina takes Aurora over in an Oklahoma roll.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
As they stand up, Aurora catches Christina with a roundhouse kick. Christina plummets to the mat and Aurora jumps on for a cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Rolling out to the floor, Christina tries to get herself a breather but Aurora is having none of that and follows her out. Christina quickly reverses course and dives back into the ring. Aurora follows again. Christina spins into a back elbow. Aurora ducks, forearms Christina in the gut, and capitalizes with Bury the Light (Sister Abigail)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match…Aurora Graves!!
The camera opens up to a live stream that shows the silhouette of a man standing inside a wrestling ring. The individual stepped forward out of the darkness of the barely lit room and into the light of the live camera lens. The identity of the individual still remained unclear due to the fact the individual wore a black hood over the top of their lowered head, shielding their face from being recognized from the live audience.
Voice: It's been a while since I had to go through with cutting a promo in front of a live camera. I never cared much for the talking porting of being a pro wrestler and always been more fond of the physical aspect of pro wrestling. In a few weeks time the foundation of One Wrestle Movement will be altered and forever changed by my long awaited return to the ring.
The individual leaned forward, making sure to position the weight of his arms across the top rope to balance his stance. The silhouette slowly raised his head upward, wasting little to no time in revealing a black cold stare that came behind a pair of electric blue colored eyes, revealing the silhouette to be none other than William Ryder.
William Ryder: My last run with One Wrestle Movement didn't exactly end the way I had planned, and it still makes me sick to my stomach. What makes this time around different? This time around I won't be walking into One Wrestle blinded or on my own. This time around, I will be accompanied by a very close friend and mentor of mine, Chris Crippler. I have spent a lot of time in Colchester, England, working with Chris both inside and outside the ring, making sure to intake and absorb all the knowledge and advice like a sponge to water.
He showed a heavily confident smirk behind the thick dark brown fully grown beard that covered a majority of his face. William never once shied his devilish blue eyes away from the camera lens, making sure to keep a serious demeanor while finishing up his message to the OWM locker room and anyone else who may be watching/listening.
William Ryder: The path to my next championship will begin in the matter of a few weeks. I will not make the mistake of over-looking anyone of you and will be sure to be taking every match I participate in much more serious than I have in the past. I have one of the most gifted and knowledgeable men in my corner, and together the two of us are capable of accomplishing whatever accolades we desire to pursue. My hunger for a championship in what could very well be my last run as a professional wrestler is at an all time high in 2022, and I will stand here and look every single one of you doubters in the eyes and make the promise, that I will not walk away, until I am finally able to feed my hunger of holding gold once again in my historic career.
The scene slowly fades to black.
Singles Match
"Baroness" Kelli Saint vs. Damon Graves
"Baroness" Kelli Saint vs. Damon Graves
Taj: So now Marie Laurant is out here alongside Kelli. America, I’m sure you’re going to say she’s here for moral support, huh?
America: Well duh…
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. Both nod as the referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: Remember, viewing audience, that if Kelli wins against Damon, The Royal Court will receive a Tag Team Championship match next month at Massive Three. But if Damon wins, The Royal Court can never challenge for the Tag Team Championship as long as the Fallen Angels are in possession of them.
America: So basically The Royal Court will be getting a title shot. That’s a statement not a question, by the way.
Damon and Kelli both circle around one another as they wait for an opening to appear. Despite their patience, an opening doesn't appear. Growing a bit frustrated, Kelli charges forward and blasts Damon in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second causing Damon to stumble around. Kelli grabs hold of him and tries to shoot Damon across the ring. Damon manages to reverse the Irish whip attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring and waits for Kelli to come back on the rebound---lifting her into the air and slamming her down with a flapjack! Kelli's face bounces off of the mat. Damon quickly closes the gap between the two and begins to pound away on the back of Kelli's head with a few elbow shots. Kelli is just barely able to keep herself upright as Damon bounces off of the ropes and tries to set Kelli up for a bulldog. Kelli blocks the attempt by catching Damon in the air. She steps forward and slams him down to the mat. Damon tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Kelli run at him and connect with a clothesline!
Taj: It's been a back and forth start to this one!
America: Honestly, that doesn't necessarily bode well for Damon...since we haven't even had Marie get involved yet...
Damon slowly drags himself back up to his feet. Kelli charges and hits with a forearm smash before pulling Damon in. She tries to lock Damon into a front facelock, but Damon quickly spins out of it! He lifts Kelli into the air and slams her to the mat with a back suplex! Kelli rolls out of the way and starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Damon closes the gap once again and tries to hoist Kelli into the air. Kelli blocks the first attempt, but Damon manages to get her up a second time and delivers a suplex! Damon covers, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THR--KICK OUT!!
Damon grabs hold of Kelli's right arm to try and wear her down while Kelli tries to fight her way back up to her feet. Damon hits Kelli's arm with a vicious elbow that causes Kelli to recoil back in pain. Damon shoots Kelli across the ring and waits for her to return on the rebound, this time trying to lift Kelli into the air so that he can get her into position for a Samoan drop! Kelli lands on her feet instead. She waits for Damon to turn around, leaping into the ai,r and catching him by surprise with an enziguri! Damon stumbles but manages to remain on his feet. Kelli tries to take advantage of the opening she's given herself by running at Damon and leaping into the air for a DDT! Damon catches her in the air and blocks the attempt. He drives his knee hard into Kelli's ribs and then lifts her into the air for a gutbuster! Damon covers again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Kelli is trying to get herself started in this one, but it's not working out quite as well as she'd like it to!
America: She's holding her own against one half of the Tag Team Champions and she's doing it without the help of Marie! How do you not respect that?!
Damon grabs hold of Kelli to drag her back up to her feet. He hits Kelli in the mouth with an elbow shot before lifting her into the air for a stalling suplex! Kelli blasts him in the mouth and then lands on the mat behind him. Damon stumbles a few steps to regain his balance before turning around. Before Damon can do anything else to Kelli, Marie finally reaches into the ring to trip Damon up. Damon notices in time and turns around, yelling at Marie and telling her to mind her own business!
Taj: Damon needs to focus on the Royal Court member in the ring and not the one outside of it.
America: Exactly!
Marie simply laughs. Damon mouths off for a moment or two longer before turning around, Kelli charges in and catches him with Playtime's Over (Bicycle Kick)! Damon crashes hard to the mat. Kelli drops down on top of him for the cover while Marie reaches in to tightly grab his ankles to insure he can’t kick out.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Kelli Saint!!!
America: Sometimes, you just need a tiny distraction to get a big win!
Taj: Damon was robbed! The Royal Court have cheated their way into a tag Team Championship match at Massive Three!
The crowd explodes in cheers as Aurora Graves, steel chair in hand, makes it down to ringside. Marie sees her coming and hightails it around the other side of the ring as Kelli casually steps out the other side of the ring as well to stand with Marie. Aurora slides into the ring to check on her husband while Marie and Kelli make their way to the back to the boos of the crowd.
Six Person Tag Team Match[u/]
Chris Cripplers and Pernicious (Matthiesen and Hansen) vs. Driller Jaworski and The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Chris Cripplers and Pernicious (Matthiesen and Hansen) vs. Driller Jaworski and The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Taj: This is a match that has been hotly contested over social media between both teams. For a while it was thought that The Headhunters would be coming into the match a person short since Silas Jessup is defending his Glory Championship tonight and was barred from being the third person. But wouldn’t you know that luck would have it that Driller Jaworski has returned to the company and has stood by his friends.
America: Why’s it gotta be luck, Taj? Maybe it was all a huge plan to sucker Crippled Chris into getting into the ring? You ever think about that?
DING DING DING!!!
Once the bell rings, there isn’t any time wasted before the two legal competitors Hansen and Dexter get at it. A lock up couldn’t even be started before Hansen attempts a big boot, but almost instantly Dexter ducks underneath it and goes for a school boy---but Hansen stays standing! Calloway thinks quickly with a kick to the back, the momentum pulling Hansen down to the roll up!
One…
Tw…kick out!
Quickly both men get back on their feet but Dexter is able to grab him into a side headlock. Brynjar pushes back into his corner which allows Matthisean to get the tag. Hansen moves to the center and with the strength advantage lifts Dexter up to a back suplex---AND DROPS DEXTER RIGHT ONTO MATTHIESEN'S KNEES!! A BACK SUPLEX INTO A BACKSTABBER!!!
Taj: Geez that’s gotta hurt!
America: BOO! That’s illegal!
The match has truly begun as Matthisean begins hammering away at one half of the Headhunters. He throws Dexter into one of the non occupied corners and runs into him with a huge body splash! The impact forced Dexter into a seated position, while Matthiesen just delivered a mudhole on his opponent!
Taj: Matthiesen is gonna get himself disqualified if he doesn’t stop!
America: As he should be! This is some bullshi….
As Matthiesen is pulled away and the ref is occupied, Hansen begins choking and stomping on Dexter from the apron! The fans boo heavily---but wait here comes Eric! He’s entered the ring and begins brawling with Hansen on the apron! Next thing you know, Driller and Crippler are in the ring and it becomes an all out brawl between all of these competitors.
Taj: The fans are going nuts! The referee has lost control of the match and these wrestlers are holding nothing back!
America: I swear can we ever have a normal six man tag match?
Hansen has fallen onto the outside! Matthiesen is in the ring, but sneakily Crippler tags his back! No one besides the ref seems to notice as Dexter takes Matthisean out with a clothesline to the outside! Both members of Pernicious are on the outside of the ring. Dexter tags in Driller as the brothers give each other a smile and a stare, before they both nod.
Taj: Oh goodness! What are they about to do?!
America: We’re about to take off, chief!
Both men run off the ropes and jumps over them! Tope con hilo onto both men!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Driller nods and cheers on his team mate---but being distracted gives Chris the perfect opportunity to pull him down for a roll up…AND HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!!
One…
Two…
THRE…DRILLER BARELY LIFTS THE SHOULDER!!!
America: Talk about a close one!!
Chris now realizes that Driller is back to his feet and is ready to end it. He runs full force at Jaworski, but is instantly caught with a big boot that turns him inside out!! Driller lifts the man on his feet and instantly drops him with an exploder suplex! Driller gets fired up and begins pounding on his chest!
Taj: Driller is getting into it! He’s gonna take this match home!
America: LET’S GO!]/i]
Driller runs full force but Chris catches him with a nasty kick! He grabs the head of Driller and nails him head first into the mat with a DDT!! Desperate he flips him over into a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Chris slaps the mat frustrated. He looks over in his corner and sees that both men are still down from the tope con hilo’s! He decides he has to end it. He lifts the big man up to his feet and— wait wait! Driller sends him into the ropes and catches him with a swinging STO! He brings Crippler up to his feet, head between his legs and delivers the Drill Bit!
America: Spiked him on his head!
Driller moves over to Eric and tags the man in! Both Eric and his brother walk towards the center and lift up Crippler, who is barely moving after that devastating move! They set it up and nail The AMF!
America: Oh this one is over!
Eric flips him over and hooks the leg as all three men stay inside the ring!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Driller, Eric, and Dexter have got the victory!
America: Was there ever really any doubt?
As the trio celebrate, a figure slides into the ring and commences to wailing away on them with a steel chair. The Calloway brothers fall to the canvas holding their heads while Driller shrugs it off and turns to see that his attacker is…
Taj: BILL RYDER!!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Driller glares at Bill, who doesn’t hesitate to crack him over the head again with the chair! In reaction, Driller punches his own self in the face before giving out a huge roar. Bill swings again, but Driller ducks and runs past to bounce off the ropes. Before he can make his return, Mathiesen and Hansen grab him by the throat and send him to the mat with a double chokeslam! Bill is instantly on him, pounding away fist after fist! Chris has regained his composure and instructs Pernicious to put the boots to still down Headhunters.
Taj: Driller and the Headhunters are being totally manhandled!
America: Where in the hell is Silas Jessup?!
A bevy of referees ramble down the rampway and get into the ring to stop the assault as the show fades to a commercial.
The camera opens up to a frenzy backstage with a few referees surrounding a slumped against the wall Silas Jessup. The Glory Champ is holding the back of his head as he tries to shake the cobwebs out. EMTs push their way through the crowd surrounding him but an angered Silas stands to his feet.
Silas Jessup: Don’t touch me!
Still holding the back of his head, he pushes past them and makes his way down the hallway.
Taj: You think that Silas was attacked by Bill Ryder and that’s why Silas wasn’t able to come to the rescue of Driller and the Headhunters at the end of their match?
America: Think? How about I know!
Singles Match
"The Cobra Queen" Rei Park vs. "Mean Machine" Jay Aguero
"The Cobra Queen" Rei Park vs. "Mean Machine" Jay Aguero
The match starts off with Jay staring a hole into Rei’s soul from across the ring as she confidently stands there and smiles. Once the bell has finished echoing throughout the arena, both charge forward, Jay going for a clothesline. But Rei is able to duck it at the last second and slides under his legs, popping back up and hitting a discus elbow smash directly to the middle of his back. Jay turns around and is visibly angered, face red and nostrils flaring, as his hand shoots out and grabs Rei around the neck. She instantly starts flailing her arms around, trying to hit his arm enough times to force him to break the hold. Jay just shoves her back, backing her up into the corner before bashing her into the turnbuckle a few times before finally releasing his hand from around her neck. Rei drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes, sputtering as she tries to regain her breath and composure. But Jay… he doesn’t allow this and instead yanks her back up to her feet, quickly transitioning it into a scoop backbreaker. Rei screams out in pain as Jay gloats by holding his arm up at shoulder height and slowly spinning around.
Rei slowly crawls her way to the ropes just as Jay finishes his gloating. He grabs a fist full of her hair, pulling her up once again. Except this time she is ready for it and starts wildly firing off kicks to his thigh. Jay releases his hold on her hair but violently shoves her back into the same corner as before. She tries to escape but Jay prevents her from doing so, easily lifting her up and setting her atop the turnbuckle. He looks like he’s about to set her up for a powerbomb, but Rei quickly reverses it and instead locks him into a hanging figure four necklock. She isn’t able to keep it locked in for very long though before Jay is able to power out. Rei falls to the arena floor and stays there, laying in a heap as Jay slides his way out. But the moment he gets close to her, she pops up to her feet and hits him with a Mongolian chop before following it up with a slingblade. She smirks before sliding back in the ring.
Jay isn’t too far behind her. But as he comes sliding back into the ring, he’s met with an axe kick from Rei before he can even get up to his feet. He’s still a bit groggy as Rei “generously” allows him to get back up to his feet. He shakes his head as he regains his composure and turns around to face Rei where she instantly hits him with a roundhouse kick before hitting him with a running 180 degree facebuster. The smile on her face as she stays on her knees… would cause anyone to be concerned for Jay. Slowly, Rei gets up to one knee, slapping Jay forcibly in the head twice before fully getting back to a vertical base. Rei then takes a few steps back, waiting for Jay to get up and once he’s in a seated position, she charges forward and hits him with Poison Apple (enzui shining wizard).
One…
Two…kick out![/color]
A very mixed reaction comes raining down from the Hawaiian crowd as Rei looks stunned before she starts arguing with the referee about how that should have been a three count. This slight distraction and delay would allow Jay to get onto his hands and knees, upon which he fires off a stiff punch right to her gut that knocks the wind out of her. Not only that… but it angers her and much like he was earlier in the match with a red face and flaring nostrils, she adds in a primal scream before charging forward and hitting him with a modified Snake Eyes (kaio kick) with Jay in the kneeling position.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… REI PARK!
Taj: Rei with a bigtime victory over the ex-Glory Champion!
America: NEXT!
Singles Match
To Be Announced vs. Jacob Striker
To Be Announced vs. Jacob Striker
The fans can’t help but get insanely pissed off when they hear the infamous song blasting through the P.A system. Striker as well, seems to be shocked at the music playing. Out comes the man who walked out earlier tonight and made a scene. The man who said that he wasn’t going to fight in pointless matches. Daniel Wolf walks out. This time though? He’s in his attire. He’s wearing his signature “Prodigy” T-shirt.
Taj: What in the world is Daniel Wolf doing out especially after he walked out of the Three Way match at the beginning of the show?
America: Well it looks like he’s about to tell us, Taj.
Daniel comes back out and walks down the ramp slowly. The entire time, he has a microphone and brings it again to his lips.
Daniel Wolf: Did you all miss me?
He smirks as the fans respond with obvious jeers and boos. He shook his head and brought himself up the apron.
Daniel Wolf: It’s okay, I know you all did. I mean seriously, how could you not? I was sleeping backstage watching this boring show. Thank god they got me on the roster. But I bet you’re all wondering, what is Daniel Wolf doing out here? Well, it is quite simple. But I know you’re all a little slow— well actually you’re all very slow… so I’ll break it down for you. Last month, I put myself on the map. Why? Because I had something that no one else on this damn roster has. A set of balls. I went on commentary and made everyone know what I was looking for. I took the chance to be on Justice for All so I’d make everyone aware of what I wanted. Hell, I walked out of a match earlier because I knew what I was worth. I know what I’m worth.. And that is being the FACE of One-Wrestle. Hell, I’m the face of Pro WRESTLING. Since no one will do it, I’ll do it myself. I’m getting to the top, whether you imbeciles like it or not.
Crowd: BOO!
Taj: Daniel definitely not endearing himself to the 1WM fans.
America: And I like it!
Daniel Wolf: What better way to put myself in the running for the world champion, by facing and beating the former champion himself. So Striker, no hard feelings yeah? You gotta do what you gotta do to make it to the top, and I’m willing to do anything. I told you earlier... you've unlocked a beast within me. You think I'm joking? You think I don't pose a threat? Try me, because just like everyone else, you're ignorant perception will be the cause of your downfall. But tonight? Tonight won't just be the night that I get what I deserve. Tonight... will be the night I finally take what's mine... and that is the spotlight. Ladies and gentleman, The Prodigy's rise to the top...Starts NOW!
Daniel throws the microphone down and enters the ring, taking off his shirt and putting it to the side. He waits in the corner and smirks as he is ready to take on the former world champion himself, Jacob Striker.
Taj: I’ve just received official word that Daniel Wolf is indeed the opponent for Jacob Striker tonight here at Legendary Thirty-Four “No Thanks Given”.
America: This is going to be a tall task for Daniel but I really like this kid. He’s what 1WM needs around here: an infusion of new blood that is will to do whatever is necessary to get noticed!
Singles Match
“The Prodigy” Daniel Wolf vs. Jacob Striker
“The Prodigy” Daniel Wolf vs. Jacob Striker
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they're ready for the upcoming match. Jacob and Daniel both look across the ring at one another and smirk. A few seconds later, the bell rings.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob and Daniel almost immediately begin to circle around the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. Jacob in particular tries to use his speed in an effort to keep Daniel off balance and leave him open to a mistake. When it doesn't happen quite like he's hoping, Jacob charges forward and blasts Daniel in the mouth with a forearm shot! He follows it up with a second and then a third. Daniel stumbles back from the impact. Jacob grabs hold of him and tries to send Daniel across the ring with an Irish whip attempt. Daniel reverses the attempt and steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Jacob on the rebound! He launches Jacob into the air for a back body drop! Jacob lands on his feet behind Daniel on the mat and waits for him to turn around. When Daniel does so, Jacob leaps into the air and kicks him in the jaw with a spinning heel kick! Daniel crashes hard to the mat, but wisely creates a bit of space between himself and the former World Champion before bringing himself back up to his feet.
Daniel reaches his feet near the ropes. Jacob quickly closes the gap and fires off a few quick kicks into Daniel's ribs in hopes of wearing him down further. Jacob then drags Daniel toward the middle of the ring and grabs hold of his head. He tries to use the ring to his advantage, springboarding off of the ropes to try and set Daniel up for a DDT. Daniel uses his strength to keep Jacob upright, however, and throws him down to the mat. Jacob quickly pulls himself back up to his feet, but Daniel responds almost instantly with a clothesline! Jacob staggers back up to his feet a bit more groggily, which gives Daniel the opening he needs to jump at Jacob and deliver a side kick. The impact knocks Jacob into the ropes. He bounces off of them and stumbles toward Daniel, who grabs hold of Jacob and delivers a picture-perfect belly to belly suplex! Daniel hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Jacob kicks out!
Daniel grabs hold of Jacob and locks him into a front facelock. Daniel tries to speed up his efforts to wear Jacob down even further by pounding away on Jacob's back. Despite this, Jacob continues to do everything that he possibly can to escape Daniel's grasp. Noticing a potential opening, Daniel spins Jacob around and tries to set him up for a sitout neckbreaker. Jacob shoves Daniel away from him just in time. Daniel stumbles a few steps before turning around and getting hit with a running forearm smash! Daniel staggers around and tries to fire back by charging at Jacob---who leaps into the air and sends Daniel crashing to the mat with a dropkick! Daniel tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but gets hit with a running dropkick from Jacob. Striker pauses for a moment and turns around to face Daniel, leaping into the air and landing on his chest with a double foot stomp! Jacob then hooks the leg for the cover..
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Jacob is such a vicious, vicious man.
Daniel is slow to try and make it back up to his feet. Jacob fires off a few quick strikes to try and wear Daniel down further. Jacob bounces off of the ropes and charges toward Daniel, who steps forward and instead hits Jacob with a knee smash facebuster! Jacob drops to a knee and groggily pulls himself back up to his feet. Daniel lines Jacob up for a jumping knee strike---only to have Jacob step forward and catch Daniel with a hurricanrana instead! Jacob hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
America: I don’t think Jacob expected this much resilience from Daniel.
Daniel slowly drags himself back up to his feet, seeming a bit surprised by the fact that Jacob caught him. Jacob smirks and calls for the fans to start rallying around him---many of them doing just that. Jacob waits for Daniel to reach his feet. As soon as he does so, Jacob charges and sends Daniel crashing down to the mat with a slingblade! The fans who are Jacob fans continue to cheer as he waits for Daniel to reach his feet once again. Once Daniel is standing, Jacob runs over and tries to set Daniel up for a possible German suplex. Daniel blocks the attempt and causes Jacob to hit the mat hard. He drops a quick elbow onto Jacob and stays on top for the cover.
One…
Two…Jacob kicks out!
Daniel delivers a few more strikes to try and wear Jacob down before lifting him off of the mat. Daniel hoists Jacob up onto his shoulders. He tries to set him up for a Samoan drop, but Jacob responds by shifting his positioning and landing on the mat! Jacob rolls Daniel up.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: These two are doing everything they can, but they can't find a way to put each other away!
America: That's a sign of actual talent! You have to appreciate it! I know I’m really impressed by Daniel.
Torres: There are five minutes left in this match!
Daniel pulls himself back up to his feet. Jacob charges and blasts him in the mouth with a forearm smash! Daniel staggers and Jacob rushes at him again, connecting with a second forearm smash! Jacob grabs hold of Daniel and shoots him over toward the nearest turnbuckle. Daniel hits it hard and just seconds later, Jacob charges in so that he can connect with a back elbow. Daniel ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Jacob crashes into the turnbuckle and Daniel quickly smashes his head into the turnbuckle padding! He then grabs hold of Jacob and lifts him into the air, trying to slam him down to the mat with a German suplex. Jacob flips out of the suplex attempt in mid-air and lands on his feet! Daniel turns around and notices, charging at Jacob in hopes of keeping the momentum of the match on his side. Jacob responds by ducking down and tripping Daniel up with a swinging neckbreaker!
Torres: There are three minutes left in this match!
Jacob slowly starts to pull Daniel up to his knees. Daniel lands a low blow unseen by the referee! Daniel bounces off the ropes, runs at Jacob, and attempts to nail Jacob in the head with a knee shot!
Torres: There is one minute left in this match!
Jacob ducks the knee shot and delivers a low blow of his own to Daniel!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Jacob covers.
One…
Two…
TH…the bell rings!
America: Is it over?!
Taj: The ref, the timekeeper, and Herbert Torres are talking right now.
After a quick discussion, Torres addresses the crowd.
Torres: Due to the ten minute time limit expiring….this match has been declared a draw!
Taj: This was an exciting match with two men that went back and forth with each other!
America: Five more minutes and Daniel would have gotten Jacob. Trust me.
Glory Championship Match
Blake Belladonna vs. Silas Jessup
”Fighter” by Christina Aguilera plays as Justice Cross makes her way down the ramp and heads over to the commentators’ table.
aj: It seems as if Justice Cross is sticking to her word and will be joining us at the commentary table for this Glory Championship match.
America: (sarcastically) Happy, happy, joy, joy…
Justice makes it to the table and takes a seat.
Taj: Welcome to the commentary table, Justice.
Justice Cross: Hey Taj! It's great to be out here. I am so excited to watch this match up close and personal. Oh hey America, I didn't see you there sweetheart. How are you?
Torres: The following match is for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!!
”Lovefool” by The Cardigans plays as Blake Belladonna makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Baltimore, Maryland….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches…she is the challenger…BLAKKKKKKKEEEE BELLADONNNNNNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is one hell of an opportunity for this young woman.
America: And believe me, I don't have a doubt in my mind that she'll try to make the most of it!
Justice Cross: I'm going to have to agree with you Taj. I mean I'm all for people having their opportunities but honestly I have to question if she really created one here?
[color=#6699CC[Taj: But will she manage to win?
America: Let's not get crazy…[/color]
”The Beginning is The End is The Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins blares throughout the arena as Silas Jessup, Glory title belt secured around his waist, 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 the reigning and defending Glory Champion….SILAAAASSSSS JESSUUUUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Silas defending the Glory Championship for the first time.
America: He’s aligned with the greatest tag team of all time so it only makes sense that he'll successfully defending tonight.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready. Both wrestlers nod their heads. He then calls for the bell, getting the match underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Silas Jessup slowly circles around the ring and waits for the perfect moment to strike, Blake Belladonna instead deciding to put her speed on full display. This continues for a few moments longer, Blake finally deciding to step forward and trying to get things started. She immediately blasts Silas in the mouth with a forearm smash and then a spinning backfist! Silas stumbles from the impact as Blake uses the opening she's given herself to deliver a few quick kicks to Silas's ribs. Silas tries to cover up as Blake smirks. She steps back and winds up a huge kick to deliver to Silas's head. Unfortunately for her, Silas steps forward and instead sends Blake crashing to the mat with a clothesline! She pulls herself back up to her feet before Silas begins to wear her down with a series of strikes until Blake is back against the ropes. Silas grins and delivers a huge chop that echoes throughout the arena.
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Taj: Blake's strikes are painful, but Silas has faced a lot of good strikers in the short time he’s been in 1WM.
America: Yeah, but that shouldn't stop Blake from trying to keep it going! Just because Silas has probably faced people with more experience than her in the past doesn't mean that she can't beat him…it just means she needs to work a bit harder!
Justice Cross: Let's be honest guys, Silas has never faced me. I wonder if he pays his power bill, because you know it can be "Lights Out" for him?
Silas delivers a second chop that's just as loud as the first one.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Silas then pulls Blake away from the ropes and drags her over toward the center of the ring. He pauses for a moment before hoisting Blake into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a vertical suplex! Blake rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Silas charges and tries to keep his momentum on his side. Blake responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking Silas in the mouth---the impact of the kick sending her stumbling back. Blake immediately puts her speed on display once again by running at Silas. The Champ steps forward and lifts Blake into the air to set her up for a slam---only to have Blake reverse the attempt and deliver a headscissors takedown! Silas tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Blake charges at him and delivers a running dropkick! She hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Silas kicks out!
Blake tries to create a bit of space between herself and Silas. Jessup slowly pulls himself back up to his feet as Blake steps out onto the apron. She waits until Silas is standing before launching herself into the ring for a springboard crossbody! She hooks the leg upon hitting the mat.
One…
Two…Silas gets his shoulder up again!
Taj: This is what Blake Belladonna needs to do if she's going to win! This is the kind of effort that she needs to be giving!
America: It's also the kind of effort that she needs to KEEP giving! That's the real challenge here!
Silas slowly starts to pull himself back up to his feet, the fans starting to show a bit of support for Blake. She smiles and waits until Silas is almost back on his feet. Once he's standing, she charges at him and leaps into the air, trying to get him planted on the mat with a tornado DDT! Silas catches her in the air and tosses Blake down to the mat. She quickly pulls herself back up to her feet and bounces off of the ropes. Before she can manage to do anything to Silas on the rebound, he steps forward and lifts her into the air, slamming Blake to the mat with a spinebuster! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Perfectly timed spinebuster from Silas!
Silas grabs hold of Blake and uses a few right hands to try and wear her down. He then spins Blake around and sets her up for a sit-out neckbreaker! Before he can drop to the mat, Blake spins out of his grasp. He turns around to face her to try and keep control of the situation, only to have Blake leap into the air and hit Silas in the back of the head with an enziguri! The impact causes Silas to stumble around. Blake grabs hold of him and rolls him up.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Silas pulls himself back up to his feet as Blake Belladonna lines herself up with him and waits for him to stand. Once Silas is up, Blake leaps into the air and tries to hit him with a dropkick! Silas ducks out of the way and when Blake crashes to the mat, he almost immediately tries to grab hold of her so that he can lock in a sleeperhold. Blake fights to keep Silas from locking in the hold by crawling over to the ropes and grabbing hold of them for dear life. The referee forces Silas to take a step back, which he does without much hesitation.
Taj: That was a nice little exchange right there! Both of these two are definitely trying to win this match!
America: You would hope that these two are trying to win this match...
Justice Cross: So we all agree that one of them will win, yeah? Can we just watch the match?
Silas waits until Blake is standing before charging at her and hitting her with a jumping knee shot that knocks her out onto the apron. Silas waits until Blake is standing before rushing at her once again. Blake reaches over the ropes and grabs hold of Silas at the last second---causing the ropes to snap back and send Silas to the mat! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet as Blake steadies herself and waits for the Glory Champion to reach his feet. Once he's standing, Blake springboards into the ring and tries to hit him with a springboard dropkick! Silas steps out of the way at the last possible second. Blake crashes to the mat and tries to hurry back up to her feet---only to have Silas to push her into the ropes, when she bounces off Blake is hit by a knee to the face, directly into a pump handle Death Vallley Driver---the sequence Silas calls Murder Death Kill!
America: Oh this one is over!
Silas smirks and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL Glory Champion…. Silas Jessup!
Taj: That was an exciting back and forth match, but in the end...Silas retains!
America: That's not really a surprise considering Silas runs with The Headhunters.
Blake Belladonna pulls herself back up to her feet with a look of pure disappointment on her face. Silas stands in the ring and continues to celebrate his victory. Blake goes to exit the ring but Silas stops her and extends a hand for Blake to shake, talking to her about how proud he is of the effort that she gave. Blake pauses for a moment and seems to hesitate before accepting Silas's handshake much to the delight of the fans!
Taj: And you have to love the show of sportsmanship between these two.
While the two continue to shake hands, Justice quietly stands up smirking, grabbing the mic next to her on the table. Making her way towards the steel steps she would wipe her feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes.
Justice Cross: Silas, congratulations. You just won your match.
Silas Jessup: Just like I knew, I would Justice. But what can I do for you tonight? Let me guess, you want to be my second title defense?
Justice Cross: Actually, yeah. I mean that is why I promoted your match and called you out about whether you would win or not. You see Silas, it’s one thing to tell people you are going to do something but it is a completely different thing when you say what you will do then go into the match and do what you say. So that’s why I went and spoke to the people in the back. You have never faced me in the ring and well, the way I see it, you never beat me. I’m due for some gold Silas. I’ve done everything I have been told to do and I have yet to get my opportunity so…I’m making your next match my opportunity. You and me, one on one, for your belt, because it’s a belt not a title. Oh and Silas, our match if you choose to accept it will be on the grandest stage of them all. One Wrestle Movement’s Massive.
Taj: Justice has just challenged Silas for his Glory Championship at Massive Three!
Silas Jessup: So, you want to face me for my Glory Championship Title Belt at One Wrestle Massive Three? If the man in charge, deem’s you to be a worthy challenger… Who the hell am I to argue with that. But I have one condition… You shake my damn hand now… You shake it before our match… And you shake it after I beat you… That is if you and I are physically capable of shaking hands.
Silas extends his hand and stands there waiting.
Justice Cross: So let me get this straight. You want me to shake your hand now, before our match, and after our match? Just to get my match against you?
Silas Jessup: I want this title right here to have some respect. But I’ll take the handshake now off the table and just say the handshake before and after I beat you. To retain my Championship Title. Because I plan on doing what I just did to Blake to you. So, will you agree to a hand shake before and after the match…? Or is that going to be a problem for you Justice? Because I will shake yours because I have a lot of respect for you…
Looking at his hand for a minute as it was still in front of her she took a breath. Placing her mic down at her side, those eyes of hers closed and opened and her hand reached out to shake his. After the handshake she held the mic up to her mouth once more.
Justice Cross: Leave your boys some front row tickets at the box office when we get to Massive. I want them to have a front row seat to w- You know what Silas? I can’t do it. You’re so respectful and I won’t disrespect you or your boys. So you can set them up in the sky box and I will personally see to it that they get what they want. But as for you, well you and I have a match so you’ll get your other handshakes then. But now I have one condition for you, because you say you want respect so after the match no matter the winner we both agree to shake each other's hand.
Silas Jessup: You’re damn right… Now if you don’t mind I want to shower, and then watch the rest of the show. Before I catch up with my brothers to celebrate.
Silas walks out of the ring and holds the title up as he reaches the top of the ramp.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Tim Brody 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 THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Ice Station Zebra” by Jack White blares as Tim Brody makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Hamwater, Massachusetts….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds….standing at a height of six feet seven inches….he is the challenger…..TIMMMMMMMMM BRODDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: You can’t be serious right now?! Tim freakin’ Brody is still employed by 1WM?!
Taj: Actually he is, America, and tonight he’s getting a Pride of 1WM Championship match opportunity.
America: We must really have fallen on hard times?
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 Snow White 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 look at her nails before saying something to Simon who takes the time to fan her as she awaits her opponent.
Torres: In 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 two time reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….she is the Queen…BAINCCCCCAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Sit down, America.
America: You best stand to your feet, Taj. The Queen has made her appearance.
DING DING DING!!!
The two gaze across the ring at the other, neither backing down an iota. Tim moves forward and Bianca launches herself for a flying forearm shot. Tim catches her and spins into a sidewalk slam. Bianca grimaces on the mat, almost rolling halfway off to the ground. Tim punches from his knees and nails Bianca in the mouth. Bianca goes down hard. Tim grabs Bianca by the throat, choking her down against the mat. Bianca thrashes wildly under the pressure, her eyes almost popping out of her head!
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Tim releases his grip and Bianca kicks the bigger man in the crotch! Tim grimaces from the impact and Bianca rolls him over into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Tim sits up and angrily drills Bianca in the head with a back elbow strike. Bianca goes down hard and bounces off the mat. Tim covers, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THR…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: Tim looks almost possessed.
America: And yet Bianca is taking it and coming back for more.
Taj: Is that a good strategy?
America: Doesn’t look like she has much choice in the matter.
Tim drags Bianca up and shoots her off the ropes. Bianca rebounds off and comes back towards the big man. Tim goes for a big boot but Bianca ducks under and keeps running. She jumps up onto the ropes and springs back into an elbow smash to the face. Tim staggers back and Bianca runs to the ropes again. This time, she jumps onto the top rope and spins into a rana attempt. Tim catches her and tries to spin into a powerbomb. Bianca punches him in the head and drops into a DDT. She rolls Tim over and covers.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Bianca hooks the arm and swings into a la magistral cradle.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Both wrestlers start to their feet and Tim belts Bianca in the mouth. Bianca falls back into the ropes and Tim runs her over with a big clothesline that sends Bianca over the top rope to the ring’s edge! Tim reaches over and starts to pull Bianca up. Bianca kicks Tim in the shin and then drives her shoulder into the big man’s stomach. Tim doubles over and Bianca springs over into a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Bianca making a comeback!
America: She better or she’s going to lose her Pride title!
Both are back on their feet. Bianca hits Tim with a European uppercut creating some space between them before going to work with a series of punches. Tim wobbles and Bianca runs to the ropes, ducking between them before trying to connect with a springboard dropkick. Tim however catches her in mid-air. He attempts to drive the Champ to the mat, but Bianca is able to reverse into a schoolboy.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Taj: Bianca has done it!
America: Was there ever really any doubt?
Torres: The winner of this match….AND STILL Pride of 1WM Champion…. Bianca Davis!!!
Out of nowhere, Nina Stokes slides in the ring and drills Bianca in the back of the head, knocking her down.
America: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me! What is Nina doing out here?!
Taj: Don’t be so upset!
Nina continues to drill into a downed Bianca with fury. Nina gets up and yells “You thought you were done with me, Bianca?! I’m not done with you! See you at Massive!” Nina stomps on the downed Bianca before the rest of the Royal Court come from the back and make a beehive to the ring!
America: And here comes the backup!
Christina Fierce, Veronica Taylor, Marie Laurent, and Kelli Saint all slide into the ring at the same time. Nina wisely makes her way out of the ring.
Taj: And Nina wisely escapes the full wrath of the Royal Court.
Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
Streaming on Splat! Network December 30th, 2022
Standing backstage with Senior Interviewer Butterscotch Monroe is the immaculately tailored suit dressed Joshua Samson, Esquire. Slightly behind THE Executive Representative are his wives and Glory commentators, Astrid and Catriona. Both of the wives seem to be on high alert, Astrid sneering at Butterscotch, as their husband is talking.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Thank you for taking this time out of your busy schedule, Butterscotch.
Butterscotch silently nods.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: I have the privilege to announce that after having a closed door meeting with General Manager Tapioca Joe that the upcoming main event that is scheduled to be my two clients, Nina Stokes and Q, against the current 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Erick St. John will now be a one on one affair against “Ya Girl” Q.
Butterscotch Monroe: Excuse me, Joshua, but are you saying that the Massive Three main event will be taking place tonight? That Q will be contesting for the World Heavyweight Championship?
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Calm down there, Butterscotch. I didn’t say all that. While I was able to procure my client, Q, a singles match, it will not be for the World Heavyweight Championship. The Powers That Be would much rather keep protecting Erick St. John for another month instead of ushering in the Year of Q right now.
Butterscotch Monroe: May I ask why would you push to make the match tonight an one on one instead of keeping it a handicap match with your other client, Nina Stokes? I would think the Samson Family would be salivating to take advantage of Erick St. John and weaken him before Massive Three?
Joshua Samson, ESQ: You see, Butterscotch, that’s the misconception surrounding the Samson Family. Unlike other forces, like The Royal Court for example, we don’t need to weaken our opponents because we are already stronger than them. The Premier Talent known as Q doesn’t need Erick physically weak at Massive Three because she’s going to do one better tonight. My client, Q, is going to mentally weaken him by defeating him by herself. That will be his undoing come Massive Three when they face for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship.
Butterscotch Monroe: One last question, Joshua.
THE Executive Representative silently nods.
Butterscotch Monroe: Catriona and Astrid are out here with you. What is that about?
Joshua looks back at his ever vigilant wives before bringing his attention back to the Senior Interviewer.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: The best protection money CAN’T buy…
With that the Samsons turn and make their way down the hallway as the scene fades.
Main Event
"Ya Girl" Q vs. “First Amongst Equals” Erick St. John
"Ya Girl" Q vs. “First Amongst Equals” Erick St. John
Torres: The following match is a NON-TITLE 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons blares throughout the arena as Q makes her way down to the ring to a tremendous chorus of collective jeers.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing The Samson Family….she is Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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….representing Renaissance….he is the current reigning and defending two-time 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…he is The First Amongst Equals….ERICCCCKKKK STTTTTT. JOHHHHHHNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Erick immediately dives at Q with a lariat. Q goes down and bounces off the mat.
Taj: Hot start from Erick!
America: It was one move, Taj.
Q gets up to her feet and tries to shake the cobwebs, she turns back to the Erick and BOOM another clothesline takes her down to the mat! Erick motions towards Q to get up. Q gets back up and throws a lariat attempt at Erick who ducks underneath, runs off the ropes, rebounds... CLOTHESLINE!
America: Is this all he does?
Taj: I think we both know that's not true.
Q gets up and runs to Erick, who takes her down with an arm drag. Q gets up once more and runs after Erick. The Champ lunges forward with a clothesline, but Q ducks that. She runs to the ropes and goes back to Erick, but he grabs her by the shoulders and tosses her into the corner, using Q's momentum against her. Q's back slams against the corner before falling down chest-first.
Taj: See? That wasn't a clothesline.
America: He literally started that exchange with a clothesline attempt.
Q slowly gets herself off of the canvas. At her feet, she finds Erick waiting. Erick grabs Q once more and throws her again, but Q is able to wrap her legs around Erick! St. John sees this coming and doesn't allow himself to be flipped frontwards. Instead, he lifts Q up in the air for a powerbomb! Q rolls forward and reverses this move to a sunset flip! Erick goes down and Q hooks the legs!
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!
There is a bit of commotion from the crowd before all attention turns to the entranceway. Jacob Striker can be seen on the entrance ramp with a figure in a gray suit with a featureless Court of Owls-style mask. The two seemingly are having a conversation as they watch the match.
Taj: It seems that Jacob Striker has come out to get a closer look at this match.
America: Like the leech he is.
Q slowly gets to her feet and is surprised to see Erick getting to his feet with such energy and ease. Q runs to Erick and lands a dropkick to Erick in the chest. This causes Erick to bend forward, but by the time Q gets to his feet, Erick has his back straightened. Q lands another dropkick onto Erick, who stumbles a bit. Seeing her rival staggered, Q runs to the ropes and bounces back towards Erick. She sends a big boot to Erick and down he goes! Q tries to drop on top for the pin, but Erick gets two feet up and boots her backwards between the ropes and out of the ring! The referee starts the count.
One…
Two…
Erick stands and looks to Ya Girl Q---all while holding onto the ropes. He pauses to catch his breath.
Three..[/color]
Q looks up at Erick, waiting expectantly... but seeing her opponent is winded, she slides in the ring right before the four count. Upon sliding into the ring, she is met by strikes and more strikes from Erick. Q slowly makes her way to her feet and Erick arches her forward with a knee to the gut. He Irish whips Q to the opposite ropes. Erick throws a knee to Q, who dives over it and continues running to the ropes on the other side. Erick turns around and Q hits him with a leaping elbow smash! Q forces herself off the mat.
America: I guess Q finally has a bit of momentum!
Taj: Maybe so, but ESJ won't let it end that easily!
As Q turns around, Erick leaps back off the mat with amazing athleticism. The two trade blows... left, right, left, right! Erick gains the upperhand and connects with a couple extra blows, staggering Q. He takes advantage of the opportunity, grabbing Q by the head and tights, and trying to throw her out of the ring head-first through the ropes...but Q throws her arm out, hooking around the top rope and using the momentum to rebound backwards. Q spins around and Erick goes for My Redemption (Sweet Chin Music superkick)! Q ducks under. Erick turns around, Q connects with a thumb to the eye! Q boots Erick in the gut, pulls him up, and drops him with Q’s Landing (cartwheel Death Valley Driver)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Torres: Here is your winner…Q!
Taj: OHMIGOSH!! Q HAS CLEANLY DEFEATED ERICK ST. JOHN A MONTH BEFORE THEY WRESTLE FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AT MASSIVE THREE!!
America: SAY IT AGAIN, TAJ….CLEANLY DEFEATED!!
Nina Stokes is quick to jump over the guardrail to join Q in stomping out Erick. The Samson Family scream expletives with each foot connection.
Taj: This is completely uncalled for! Q won the match and is only adding insult to injury!
America: We can only hope that Erick gets injured!
The crowd explodes with a mixed reaction as Jacob Striker runs down from his spot at the top of the ramp, slides into the ring, and sends Nina over the top rope and onto the thinly matted floor with a belly-to-back suplex. Jacob is quickly back up to his feet just as Q turns her attention toward him. She charges with a clothesline. He ducks under. ESJ makes it back up to his feet and notices Striker. Out of instinct, the World Champ strikes out and connects with My Redemption (Sweet Chin Music superkick)!
Taj: Erick just took out the man that just came to rescue him!
America: HAHAAA!![//i]
Seeing Jacob getting dropped, Q charges at ESJ. The World Champ ducks and Ya Girl is unexpectedly dropped by a palm strike from…
Taj: DANIEL WOLF!!
America: OH HELL YEAH!!
Taj: Where did Daniel even appear from?!
Q drops to her knees before falling to her back. Daniel and ESJ face off before a swarm of referees ramble down the ramp to get into the ring.
Taj: WE ARE OUT OF TIME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
[color=yellow[Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT![/color]
America: Hell yeah…let them fight!
Taj: Thank you for joining us here at Legendary Thirty-Four “No Thanks Given”! We’ll see you all next month at our third annual celebration: Massive Three!!
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