Massive III (30 December 2023

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Presents

”Popular Monster” by Falling In Reverse plays as explosions light up the Staples Center air as the year-end super show is kicking off. The main lights cut on as blue and black balloons fall from the air onto the capacity crowd holding their many signs, banners, and posters that show their love or hate for the 1WM roster.

The camera keeps going, stopping on the commentary desk that is now being occupied by Taj Monroe-Hennessy and America Vaughn, all decked out in evening gowns as they begin to take their seats and fix their headsets. Getting comfortable, Taj and America look out over the vast crowd raising the roof with ear piercing cheers. All throughout the Staples Center, holiday decorations are placed up. Christmas trees, mistletoe, and garland are hung throughout the arena. Alongside the ring are tables stacked with different colored wrapped presents. The camera centers on the host table.

Taj: GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO MASSIVE THREE!! I am Taj Monroe-Hennessy with my partner, America Vaughn, and we are LIVE from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California! What a NIGHT we have in store!

America: So are we going to do this thing or what? I know it’s been a minute. I’d rather get it over sooner than later so we can get on with Massive Three.

Taj: Right you are, America. But first I have to make that announcement that sharing the commentary load tonight will be our fellow Glory counterparts, Catriona and Astrid Samson.

America: I think that’s the best thing about Massives…us not having to bear the entire weight of the show. Do you know how irritating your voice can get after about five matches, Taj?

Taj: Anyway….far be it from us to hold up the greatness that will be Massive Three![/color]

A long black car pulls up to the Crypto.Com Arena in LA when a man wearing a black suit and a Court of Owls mask steps out of the driver’s door and then around to the back of the car and opens up the rear passenger’s door at which point Raijin Hunter steps out followed by Amanda Belnadis, and Wil Pierce before the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” himself in Jacob Striker steps out and the entire group looks around for a couple of moments before Jake holds his hand out in front of the still open door and a slender hand reaches out and takes it at which point the “Daughter of the Scorpion” herself, Serenity Scorpio, steps out of the car in a stunning, body hugging white dress with a slightly plunging neckline which only serves to heighten her beauty and serves as a powerful counterpoint to that of her future husband in Jacob Striker and his own black and red suit.

Amanda Belnades: Well tonight is the night gentlemen, one of the top three pay per views for One Wrestle Movement, if not the biggest one of their fiscal year.

Wil Pierce: Yep, and with their true workhorses spread all across their show, this outta be a grand event to say the least.

Raijin bumps knuckles with his tag team partner as Serenity simply rolls her eyes at the two’s interaction before the group heads into the arena proper as the camera cuts to ringside.

Debut Match
Four Way Match
Melissa Enders vs. "The Entitled" Sofia Masalis vs. Rebecca Maverick vs. Miku Asakusa

Torres: The following is a FOUR WAY DEBUT MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

”Beyond Selves” by Void_Chords plays as Melissa Enders makes her way out to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Phoenix, Arizona….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds…standing at a height of five feet eight inches…making her 1WM wrestling debut….she is the Blonde Bombshell…MELISSSSSSSSAAAAAAA ENDERRRRRRSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Now or Never” by Tritonal plays as Sofia Masalis makes her way out to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Los Angeles, California…weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….making her 1WM debut…she is The Entitled…SOFIIIIEEEE MASALIIIIISSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be
I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way
I’ll be the watcher (Watcher) of the eternal flame
I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

Rebecca Maverick walked out to the center of the stage with her head held high and both arms stretched out wide on each side of her. The confident brunette smirked at the camera while a display of pyros went off behind her. Rebecca pointed her index finger into the camera lens while she strutted down the ramp talking trash on her opponent that evening.

Oh, I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass, glass, glass
Oh, I try to picture me without you, but I can’t

Rebecca was seen wearing a black and gold wrestling crotch top along with a matching vest. She supported the city of Pittsburgh with a matching pair of black/gold knee pads and kick padded boots which aligned perfectly with the pair of black/gold booty wrestling shorts she commonly wore on occasion. The beautiful brunette flashed off her perfect smile towards the camera, as she circled the center of the ring with her head held up high and arms spread out wide beside her, clearly showing off the amount of confidence she carried entering the match.

'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long
And live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…weighing in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds….standing at a height of five feet seven inches…making her 1WM wrestling debut…she is The Princess of Pittsburgh…REBECCCCCCAAA MAVERICCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Another Great Day” by LiSA plays as Miku Asakusa makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sapporo, Japan….weighing in at one hundred and forty-three pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is the Red Flower…MIKKKKUUUUU ASAKUSSSSSAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Astrid: Ah look, it’s the hick… and a couple others who I doubt are worth my time. While I welcome newcomers…

Catriona: Asti, you and I both know that is 100% fallacy. You don’t like new people to the company.

Astrid: And I have a very good reason. Most of them ghost us like a dude who didn’t get laid on the first date.

Catriona: Has there ever been someone new that has impressed you?

Astrid: Sure… but I plead the fifth. I won’t say their name because their ego might get a little overinflated.

Catriona: Maybe one of these 4 ladies will be just like them. You and I have both been there and have held championships, albeit mine only for like 12 hours, but still… everyone deserves a chance.

Astrid: Well just be prepared… I won’t have anything nice to say about that Pittsburgh hick bitch… ever.

Catriona: I for one want to see what they have in store for us. And you better not make a comment about taking a pee break. The show just started.

DING DING DING!!!

Rebecca and Melissa rush at Miku. They hit double dropkicks that nail Miku in the face and knock her back towards the ropes. They roll out of the way and Sofia comes up on Miku with a spinning heel kick that sends the Asian woman tumbling over the top rope to the floor! Rebecca glances back and sets her hands down like she’s giving somebody a boost. Melissa nods, jumps up off Rebecca’s hands, and launches herself into a 450 splash onto Miku on the floor!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Rebecca steps back, looking out onto the bodies on the floor, Sofia doing the same. Rebecca drives a knee into Sofia’s lower back and then rolls her up from behind.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!!

Astrid: Now isn’t the time to be playing Polly Pocket’s Best Friend Party. Do something!
Rebecca is also trying a bit too hard at the beginning. But what do you expect from someone from the Steel City?

Catriona: Well you’re from the City of Brotherly Love area and you’re… not being too friendly right about now.

Astrid: Philly’s unofficial slogan is “fuck around and find out” for a reason. Someone tried that a few months ago… fucked around, was about to find out…

Catriona: And then poffed off… we all know the story. Both Miku and Melissa were taken out of the equation at the very beginning… but I don’t think it’ll be long before they’re variables again.

As both women get to their feet, Rebecca takes a side headlock and tries to get Sofia over but Sofia jumps, lands on her feet and turns it into an arm drag. Rebecca scrambles up, charges and Sofia catches her with another arm drag. Rebecca goes skittering into the ropes but pops right back up again. As she starts to come off the ropes, Melissa starts climbing up behind her. Sofia steps back and Rebecca slowly turns around. Melissa jumps up into a springboard, jumps off of Rebecca into a flying clothesline that takes down Sofia! Rebecca falls to one knee and then turns around as Melissa pops up as well. The two look at Sofia and then start up on each other. Just as they reach the center of the ring, Miku climbs back up behind Rebecca. Melissa nods to her and Rebecca spins into a wicked forearm smash that sends her flying off the apron to the floor, bouncing Miku nastily off the steel guardrail.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Sofia starts to get up and Melissa goes to intercept her. Sofia grabs Melissa and pulls her down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Rebecca moves in and grabs Sofia from behind for a bridging German suplex.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

As they get up, Rebecca maintains her grip and then runs Sofia into the ropes, rolling back into an O’Connor roll.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Rebecca flies forward and lands across the bottom rope. Melissa runs over, springs up off her back into a sunset flip on Sofia.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Astrid: I’m glad to see Rebecca is finally learning her place.

Catriona: I have a feeling this is going to turn into an all out cat fight soon. All 4 ladies have something to prove… that their 1WM signing wasn’t a mistake.

Astrid: They need a lot more than one win to do that. But should one of them get the win tonight… it would put their foot in the door. It is very easy though for that door to be slammed in their face.

Catriona: You have to admit that this match is starting to get interesting.

Astrid sneers a little bit as back in the ring, Miku makes her way back up and walks around the ring. She punches Rebecca in the mouth, knocking her off the ropes. Melissa and Sofia go to scramble to their feet and Miku comes in looking for a clothesline on Sofia. The Entitled ducks and Melissa hits a step-up enziguri-style kick to the face of Miku. Miku falls back into Sofia’s arms. Sofia steps to the left and Melissa steps to the right. They start to elevate Miku up for a double belly to back suplex. Rebecca stands up and jumps into a cutter on the way down. They all hit the mat hard and the other three women jump to their feet!

Astrid: Oh come on with the team up, picking on one person bullshit! Like do you not see the other bitches?

Catriona: You have to admit, that teaming up might be a good strategy. Because then you can easily bait them and take them down when it’s the right time.

Astrid: A foolish strategy when it's only a fatal four way… a good one if it’s a battle royal.

Rebecca steps back by the ropes and Sofia hits her with a clothesline that sends Rebecca over the top to the floor. Melissa races over and Sofia ducks down, giving Melissa a back body drop that sends her flying over the top rope, crashing down onto Rebecca on the floor. Miku staggers up, looking almost drunk, and Sofia charges at her, hitting Femme Fatale (Wicked Stepsister).

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner…Sofia Masalis!!

Astrid: Now that is an outcome that I can somewhat get behind.

Catriona: Is that because Rebeeca didn’t win?

Astrid: PRECISELY! Though Sofia isn’t much better. And why was Miku always the target? This match gave me so many more questions than what I had before.

Three Way Match
The "Blackhart" Wil Pierce vs. Jessica Hendrix vs. Jessica Anderson

Torres: The following THREE WAY MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

Suddenly the lights in the arena cut out as a man’s voice starts to speak from the darkness.

(Man)
This was a fucking bomb dropping on Beaver Cleaverville.
For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon!!
[Shouts]
There was a *FIREFIGHT*!!!

Right after the man shouts “firefight” it instantly drops into a very powerful instrumental beat as a spotlight appears on the entrance way as the crowds explode with a massive tweener pop as one man steps out onto the entrance way before he starts to act like a conductor as the pop grows louder and louder until the actual opening lyrics to Blacktop Mojo’s “Burn the Ships” begins to play.

Can you hear Valhalla call?
Will you dine there tonight?
Take this fleet that we sailed here upon
And set it all alight!

Torres: Introducing from the Lodge in Amsterdam, being escorted to the ring by Amanda Belnadis and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds of pure, technical *BASTARD*!!

Wil then starts to strut down to the ring with his usual casual zeal stopping long enough to unzip the front of his signature ring jacket as he goes, his attention never leaving his two opponents currently pacing back and forth inside of the ring as the two Mechanical Animals resume their trek to the ring.

Burn the ships and watch them all sink down
There’s no voyage home, there’s no turning around
So as you look into your enemies eyes
Know that you’ve one choice left
Fight or die!!

Wil wipes his feet off on the outside of the ring before he slips into the ring and moves to stand next to the ring announcer and then takes on a thoughtful pose for a moment.

Torres: He represents the Mechanical Animals and is being escorted to the ring by Amanda Belnadis. This is the man known as the “Stardust Genius”, the “Last *TRUE* Honest Man in Professional Wrestling”, “El Ingobernable”, “Graham Baker’s Personal Enemy Number *ONE* with a Hit Squad”, and most importantly, the “Albert Wesker of Luchadores”!!! At Two Hundred and Thirty Pound, This is the “Blackheart” WIL….PIERCE!!!!

Wil’s thoughtful pose quickly shifts to him quickly drawing his left thumb across his throat before throwing it high into the air before yanking his jacket off and tossing to the outside of the ring as he becomes all focused on the match to come.

”Neon” by Jeff Williams plays as Jessica Hendrix makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Austin, Texas….weighing in at one hundred and twelve pounds….standing at a height of five feet four inches…she is JESSICCCCAAAAA HENDRIIIIIXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I Wish" by Cher Lloyd feat. T.I. plays as Jessica Anderson makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Worcester, England….weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches…she is JESSICCCCAAAA ANDERSOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

Astrid: I just want to say one thing… THIS MATCH IS A GIANT WASTE OF TIME! We all know who is going to win this match.

Catriona: You never know… we’ve seen miracles happen in 1WM before.

Astrid: Tonight isn’t going to be another one of them.

The referee looks at all three wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. They all nod, as the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Almost immediately, Wil turns his attention over toward Anderson and takes her off of her feet with a big clothesline! Hendrix runs at The Blackhart and hits him in the mouth with a few forearm smashes. She grabs hold of him and shoots Wil across the ring. Hendrix steps toward the middle of the ring to meet him on the rebound, only to have The Blackhart springboard off of the ropes and nearly take Hendrix's head off with a springboard European uppercut! Hendrix rolls over toward the ropes to try and pull herself back up to her feet—only to have The Blackhart connect with a vicious knee strike!

Astrid: Like we didn’t all see this coming.

Catriona: Astrid Rona Samson, will you please try to be a little bit unbiased and comment on this fairly?

Astrid: Aren’t I doing just that Catriona Maggie Mackenzie Samson? If you can use the full name then I can too.

Catriona: Oh jeez…

Anderson pulls herself back up to her feet and runs at Wil from behind. She hits him in the back of the head with an elbow shot and then a second. The impact of both of the blows sends Wil stumbling. Anderson grabs him from behind and lifts Wil into the air, slamming him down to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Anderson grabs hold of Wil to drag him back up to his feet—only to have Hendrix springboard into the ring and hit Anderson with a dropkick! Anderson pulls herself back up to her feet with the help of the ropes, leaning against the turnbuckle. Hendrix charges in and hits Anderson with a big splash in the corner! She grabs hold of Anderson and drags her over toward the center of the ring---only to have Anderson shove her away. Hendrix stumbles and tries to regain her footing, only to have Wil grab hold of her from behind and send Hendrix halfway across the ring with a release German suplex!

Astrid: Is it too late now to say wake me up when this is all over?

Catriona: I thought I said no pee break comments? The same applies for nap comments.

Astrid: Hey, you only said for the last match. You said nothing about this farce.

Catriona: If you actually paid attention to the match, you’ll see that Jessica Hendrix is actually competing with Wil Pierce.

Astrid: Well if Jessica Anderson manages to do anything other than lose I’ll be impressed.

Hendrix slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Anderson charges out of the corner and hits Wil with an elbow shot to the face. Wil staggers as Anderson tries to charge at him again—only to get caught with a kick to the ribs! Wil pulls her in and sets Anderson up for Snake Muffler (overhead gutwrench backbreaker rack dropped into a sitout belly to back piledriver)! He delivers it perfectly, planting Anderson on the mat.

Wil smirks as he gets ready to drag Anderson back up to her feet. Hendrix grabs hold of Wil and throws him hard into the ring post! She then grabs hold of Anderson and lifts her back up to her feet. She sets her up for a thrust kick---connecting and knocking Anderson through the ropes and onto the apron! Hendrix grabs and drags Anderson back into the ring, only to have The Blackhart hit her with a jumping knee strike! Hendrix falls out to the floor as The Blackhart sends Anderson back to the mat with The Knight Rider (snap double underhook DDT)! Wil covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Wil Pierce!

Astrid: Like I said earlier… predictable. I knew who was going to win before the ink even dried on this match.

Catriona: While you might think it that way, you have to admire the Jessicas for putting up what I say is a pretty valiant effort.

Astrid: You’re only saying that because one of them is your fellow…

Catriona: Don’t even go there… I am Scottish! But back to the task at hand, Wil Pierce has been impressive in his run in 1WM thus far.

Astrid: He’s a prime example of nepotism. If it wasn’t for who he has associated himself with… nobody would probably even give him a second thought.

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Three Way Match
The "Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter vs. Megan Enders vs. Nicole Smoak

Torres: The following THREE WAY MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL and a TEN MINUTE time limit!

Suddenly the epic guitar work of Killswitch Engage’s Adam Dutkiewicz powers in through the arena as the crowds come to their feet as Amanda Belnadis strides into the camera’s view, followed close behind by her young charge.

Seek Me, call me
I’ll be waiting

Seek me, call me
I’ll be waiting

This distance, this dissolution
I cling to memories while falling
Sleep brings release, and the hope of a new day
Waking the misery of being without you

Torres: Introducing next, he is a member of the Mechanical Animals and tonight is being escorted to the ring by Amanda Belnadis!!

As “End of Heartbreak” continues to play, Raijin starts to make his way down to the ring, bumping knuckles with the occasional fan, and simply enjoying the fans’ respect for him as he follows behind Amanda until the two of them reach the ringside area where the two Animals look up into the ring.

Torres: At a weight of two hundred and thirty five pound, he hails from the Lodge in Amsterdam…he is the “Last of a Dying Breed”, the “Mean Machine” himself…

Raijin then mimes like he is pulling a bow and arrow up out of nowhere and pulls back mightly before releasing it at which point all four of the turnbuckles go up in purple flame which causes his two opponents to freak out just a little bit as Raijin and Amanda resume their trek to the ring as he wipes his feet off on the apron before removing his outer ring gear and then quickly entering the ring itself and does a little bit of flexing.

Torres: This is the “Dark Phoenix”, RAIJIN HUNTER!!!!

”Shape of You (cover)” by Our Last Night plays as Megan Enders makes her way to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Phoenix, Arizona….weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet seven inches….she is MEGAAAANNNNN ENDERRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Worth It" (Levianth Remix) by Fifth Harmony feat. Kid Ink plays as Nicole Smoak makes her way to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Vancouver, British Colombia….weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…standing at a height of five feet seven inches….she is The First Babe….NICOLLLLEEEE SMOAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Astrid: I think that this is another match where I should keep my mouth shut. Why did they even bother booking 2 separate triple threats when they could’ve just made one tag team triple threat and not waste the time of those who paid their hard earn coinage to be here?

Catriona: To make it interesting maybe? They could’ve also had time to fill.

Astrid: Well I’m glad then that they put this in instead of another show of Justice Cross flapping her damn gums for the entire time.

Catriona: Perhaps because she’s got a match tonight that won’t be the case. But let’s not think about that and instead pay attention to this match… OK?

DING DING DING!!!

All three wrestlers step to the center of the ring. After a few seconds, Raijin steps back and Nicole steps in eagerly, looking for the tie-up with Megan. Enders accepts and the two get the collar and elbow. Megan quickly take a side headlock on Nicole and Raijin steps in, blasting Megan in the back of the head. Megan loses her grip and Nicole spins into a kick to the face. Megan falls back into Raijin’s arms for a bridging German suplex.

One…

Two…Nicole breaks it up!

Megan starts to get up and drops an elbow on Nicole.

One…

Two…Raijin breaks it up!

Nicole grabs Raijin and rolls over into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…Megan breaks it up!

All three start to get up and Megan takes a waistlock on Raijin. Nicole jumps up into a spinning heel kick that nails Megan in the back of the head. Raijin executes a standing switch and Nicole delivers a second spin kick, this time to the face of Megan and Raijin uses the momentum to send Megan over in a German suplex again, this releasing on impact. Nicole runs to the ropes and jumps up for a splash.

One…

Two…Raijin breaks it up!

Nicole and Raijin pop up and stare at each other for a second as Megan lies on the mat. Megan sits up and sweeps Raijin’s leg. Raijin crashes to the mat and Megan jumps up into a rising clothesline on Nicole. Megan turns and rushes across the ring. Raijin starts up and Megan drills him with a massive clothesline, sending him tumbling through the ropes to the floor! Raijin crashes down, landing in a heap on the cold, hard concrete floor below. Nicole starts up to her feet and Megan runs at her, looking for another clothesline. Nicole jumps up and Megan flies under her, bouncing off the ropes. As Megan staggers back, Nicole rolls her up for a schoolgirl.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!

Megan flips over and rolls Nicole into a la magistral cradle.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

As they start up, Nicole pulls Megan down into a backslide.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

The two pop up and Nicole swings for a clothesline. Megan ducks and catches her for a spinning, bridging belly to back suplex.

One…

Raijin gets up, grabs a chair, and dives in.

Two…

THR…Nicole starts to get her shoulder up just as Raijin brains Megan with the chair to break up the count! The referee instantly calls for the bell as Raijin hits Megan with the chair a second time!

Catriona: What the hell was that?!

Astrid: Raijin looks a little angry at getting knocked out of the match!

Torres: The winner of this match due to a disqualification…Megan Enders!!!

Security pulls Raijin away as Megan and Nicole both sit up and look out, both looking shocked and confused.

Astrid: Well this was a bit of a surprise. I anticipated Raijin winning as did his tag team partner earlier.

Catriona: See! I mean what I said earlier… wrestling matches aren’t always as predictable as you think that they are. There are sometimes some pretty big surprises.

Astrid: Well this isn’t a happy one. Though I”m glad Nicole Smoak didn’t win. Then we would’ve had to sit through a pathetic celebration.

Singles Match
“Samoan War Machine” Aleki Kekoa vs. Blake Belladonna

Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

”I Am King” by Black Hydra & Easy McCoy plays as Aleki Kekoa makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Long Beach, California….weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet four inches…he is the Samoan War Machine….ALEKKKKIIIIII KEKOOOOOOAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

”Lovefool” by The Cardigans plays as Blake Belladonna makes her way down to the ring.

Coming to the ring hailing from Baltimore, Maryland….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds…standing at a height of five feet eight inches…BLAKKKKKEEEEE BELLADONNNNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!![/color]

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready. He then calls for the bell making the match officially underway!

DING DING DING!!!

Aleki slowly makes his way toward the middle of the ring and prepares to get things started. Blake sees an opening and immediately runs across the ring, blasting Aleki in the mouth with a forearm shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Blake then grabs hold of Aleki and tries to shoot him across the ring. Aleki reverses the attempt and waits for Blake to come back on the rebound. He lifts her into the air and tries to set her up for a tilt-a-whirl slam---only to have Blake catch him with a headscissors takedown instead! Aleki tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Blake rush at him and connect with a running dropkick! Aleki tries to pull himself back up to his feet once again---this time more slowly---but Blake is on the move. She bounces off of the ropes and hits The Samoan God of War in the mouth with a running knee! Blake then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Astrid: The fact that Blake Belladonna is facing someone like this on Massive… it’s a travesty to say the least. She’s one of the few that actually have some talent in the ring.

Catriona: I’m surprised that you have something nice to say about a competitor. But everyone wanted on this show… hell, you wanted on this show.

Astrid: And I got on didn’t I? But this Kratos wannabe is going to have to do something major to slow down the likes of Blake.

Catriona: I’m going to agree with you on that one. While he’s been impressive in what we’ve seen so far… this is Blake Belladonna and she’s known to fight like hell and take names in the process.

Blake grabs hold of Aleki and begins to drag him back up to his feet. She immediately starts trying to wear him down with a series of hard strikes. The impact of the blows sends Aleki stumbling back to the ropes. He grabs hold of them to try and remain upright. Blake spots another opening and charges across the ring. Aleki charges so that he meets her in the middle of the ring and hits Blake with a huge clothesline! Blake slowly stumbles back up to her feet. Aleki hits her with a knee shot that knocks her groggy. He then grabs hold of her from behind and hoists her into the air, slamming her down to the mat with a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

Aleki grabs hold of Blake and pulls her back up to her feet. He hits her with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her off of her feet. Aleki follows it up with a second as well. He grabs hold of Blake and tries to get her into position for an Orton-esque backbreaker, but Blake almost immediately squirms her way out of his grasp. She leaps into the air and hits Aleki with an enziguri! Aleki just barely manages to stay on his feet. Blake pops up to her feet and rushes at Aleki, leaping into the air and grabbing hold of him for a tornado DDT! Aleki catches her just before she can plant him on the mat and throws her aside. Blake pops back up to her feet, Aleki charges at her and nearly kicks Blake's head off with a bicycle kick!

Astrid: What the shit! That makes my head hurt a bit.

Catriona: Mine too.

Aleki grabs hold of Blake while she's groggily trying to bring herself back up to her feet. He shakes his head slowly and almost immediately hits her in the mouth with a knee trigger! Blake drops to the mat and is almost out cold from the impact. Aleki drags Blake up to her feet and snaps off My Divine Right (inverted sitout over-the-shoulder piledriver)! He covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Aleki Kekoa!!!

Astrid: What the actual shit is this bullshit ending? I demand a recount!

Catriona: This isn’t an election, Asti. All it takes is for one small opening to present itself. Aleki saw his and took it.

The screen cuts to the backstage area where we see a door and hear a knock before the door opens to reveal Serenity walking into the shot, quietly closing the door behind her before she turns her full attention towards Jacob as he adjusts his ring jacket before pushing his hands away and gently smoothing it out herself and then her dark eyes meeting his

Serenity: Nervous?

Jacob Striker: A little bit, I figured that I’d be facing Rei or even Justice on this card to be honest with you, love. But I’m ready nonetheless.

Serenity gives him a slight smile before taking his face into her hands so that all of his attention and thoughts are directed to the here and now with her.

Serenity: Remember, this isn’t your actual rematch. Cedric told you that he had a plan since his original idea for this match wasn’t pulling in the buyrates he was hoping…but still, this is your time to showcase exactly what your dad told you just the other day, babe.

Jake remains quiet and simply nods his agreement.

Serenity: He is not a “First among equals” and you know it. Now go, show them why you walk the King’s Road.

Serenity then kisses Jacob hard which he returns for a few seconds before the kiss breaks, grabs his ring jacket, and then heads out as the screen fades back to ringside.

Returning January 2023

Singles Match
Tim Brody vs. Brianna Matthews

Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

”Ice Station Zebra” by Jack White plays as Tim Brody makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring from Hamwater, Massachusetts….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds….standing at a height of six feet seven inches….he is Brozart….TIIIIMMMM BRODDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Celebrity Skin” by Hole plays as Brianna Matthews makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Manhattan, New York….weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is a former 1WM Tag Team Champion….representing one half of The Vixens….she is BRIANNNNNNAAA MATTHEWWWWSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Brianna has been vocal on social media concerning the value of her placement on this Massive Three card.

America: I mean, she’s riding the coattails of her more vocal partner, Justice Cross, but in this instance I do question the validity of this match. I really don’t expect Brianna to give one hundred in this match. I mean she’ll still beat Tim but…

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready, the fans on their feet as they eagerly anticipate the beginning of the show. A few seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

The roar of the crowd is nearly deafening as Tim and Brianna both circle around one another, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. In an effort to take early control of the match, Brianna steps forward and hits Tim in the mouth with an elbow shot. She follows it up with a second before grabbing hold of the bigger man! Brianna shoots Tim across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound, hitting him with a jumping clothesline when he returns! Tim tries to pull himself back up to his feet quickly, but Brianna responds with a few rights hands that send him stumbling. She then grabs hold of Tim and snaps off a suplex in the middle of the ring!

Taj: Well, you were right about Tim needing to be ready because if this is a sign of things to come...Tim might be in trouble...

America: I don't know why you're even remotely surprised.

Smirking, Brianna takes a moment trying to taunt both her opponent and every fan in the arena. The fans respond exactly how you'd expect them to. Brianna then turns around so that she can focus her attention onto Tim, only to have Tim step forward and nail Brianna with a European uppercut! Tim follows it up with a second and then a third! Brianna stumbles back after each blow that connects. Tim then grabs hold of Brianna and tries to pull her in so that he can get her into position for a belly to belly suplex!

Brianna fights her way out of Tim's grasp with a hard elbow shot. Brianna then drives her knee into Tim's ribs and tries to set him up for a swinging neckbreaker! Tim spins out of Brianna's grasp just before Brianna can send him down to the mat. He charges at Brianna from behind and hits her in the back of the head. Tim then grabs hold of Brianna and powers her into the air, slamming her down to the mat with a bridging German suplex! The referee counts.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: And Tim's beginning to fight back! This truly has the potential to turn into something special!

America: Again...only if Brianna wants it to...

Brianna rolls over to the ropes and uses them to quickly pull herself back up to her feet. The fans are on their feet, showing their support for Tim. Tim gestures for Brianna to come and bring the fight to him. Unfortunately for Tim, Brianna instead decides to drop down to the mat and roll out to the floor. The fans immediately start to boo her, Tim looking frustrated in the ring. Brianna notices the response that she's receiving and looks at the look on her opponent's face. She then chuckles and continues to walk toward the back while the referee counts her out of the match.

Torres: The winner of this match due to count out….Tim Brody!

Taj: What happened here?!

America: I told you that Brianna was only going to be interested in this match if it was an opportunity that she was actually going to embrace!

Taj: And why didn't she embrace this one?

America: I don't know, Taj! Why don't you go ask her?

As the fans begin to quiet down “Fighter” by Christina Aguilera begins to play over the pa system. 1WM’s very own Justice Cross walks out from the back smirking at the fans. She made her way down that ramp grabbing one of the signs a kid was holding up. Reading it she looked to the fan and got face to face with them. After doing a bit of back and forth with the fan she smirked once ore giving him a fist bump and winked at him. She then made her way to the ring. Going up the steel steps she made her way onto the apron where she wiped her feet then climbed through the ropes. She grabs a mic and looks around before turning it on smirking.

Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, welcome to Justice for All. As you know I am your host Justice Cross. Tonight I will be doing a two part episode much like I did back at No Thanks Given. It’s going to be really awesome you guys I can’t wait for you to see my guests. I was going to introduce him but I think I will just call him out. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls please make some noise for the man himself, Driller!

“43% Burnt” plays. Driller and his mom. enter the arena to the cheers of the fans. Mrs. Jaworski soaks in the adulation and waves to the fans like she’s the Queen of England. She’s dressed in a sparking nightgown and a mink shawl. Driller just stands there, looking at her in complete embarrassment. She puts out her arm, expecting Driller to escort her down to the ring as if she was being walked down the red carpet. Driller grudgingly links his arm with hers and brings her down to the ring, even escorting her up the steps and holding the ropes down for her when she enters the ring. She walks around the ring, continuing to wave to her newfound fans. Driller looks at Justice disdainfully. He grabs two mics from the ringside attendant.

Driller Jaworski: Okay, that’s enough. Cut the music. Mom, could you please stop now?

Mrs. Jaworski makes a face at Driller as if to say “Fine.” She joins Driller and Justice in the middle of the ring.

Justice Cross: First of all Driller, thank you for being here and for bringing your mom here to the show with you. Mrs. Jaworski how are you?

Mrs. Jaworski: I have to tell you, Justice, I have never been so excited for anything in my life. I’m on TV! I’m a national star!

The crowd applauds. Driller looks at her, bewildered at the idea that she is now a major celebrity.

Justice Cross: Well that’s because I made you famous just by asking you to be on my show. I am so glad you are having a wonderful time though.

She would turn to look up at Driller.

Justice Cross: They forgot my step stool but how the hell are you Driller?

Driller looks at her as if she asked a stupid question.

Driller Jaworski: How the hell am I? I’ve been stuck escorting her royal highness over here through Los Angeles for the last two days. How do you think I am?

Justice Cross: I’m so sorry Driller. I guess I wasn’t thinking very well when I asked your mom to be on the show. Now that we got that out of the way, are you ready?

Driller Jaworski: Y–

Mrs. Jaworski: Oh, absolutely! I haven’t been able to sleep since I got off the plane! I feel like I’m on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson!

More applause from the crowd. Now Driller is staring at the crowd in stunned disbelief.

Justice Cross: Alright. Let’s get to business then shall we? You see Driller, I asked you to be on my show tonight because of one reason and one reason only. And that’s because you are facing William tonight. Mrs. Jaworski you have heard about William haven’t you?

Mrs. Jaworski: Have I heard of him? Of course I’ve heard of him! He thinks he’s a funnyman with all the things he’s been saying about my Stanley; how hairy he is, how dumb he is, how…

Driller Jaworski: Alright, Mom, I think she gets the point. Ryder insults me a lot, but that’s not why I’m going to beat him within an inch of his life tonight. You see, you can say anything you want about me. I know I’ve been a son-of-a-bitch in the past and Billy and I have had our problems in the past. But when you get on social media and you call my mother a whore, well, that’s just something I can’t tolerate.

Justice Cross: I completely understand that. I mean my god, what is wrong with that man calling such a beautiful woman like you a whore. His words Driller, not mine. Anyway you have been going back and forth with him on social media the past few days if not weeks. Are you sure you can beat him in the ring Driller?

Driller Jaworski: If we’re talking about whether I can win this match or not, I don’t know. The last time Billy and I stepped into the ring together, he drove both he AND I through two flaming tables. The match was deemed a no-contest, but for me, it was a major fail. He may have left on a stretcher that night, but it wasn’t because of something I did to him. It was because of something that he had done to himself. I didn’t get the satisfaction of injuring him and putting him out of action. Sure, I got off the stretcher and came back to help my brothers Eric and Dexter later that night in their match, but that thought has always been in the back of my head, the thought that I didn’t put Ryder in the hospital on my own. Tonight, I don’t want history to repeat itself. We’re going toe-to-toe in a hardcore match. It can only end by pinfall or submission. The referee can’t stop the match. We could fall from a balcony and have blood pouring out of our skulls and the referee still couldn’t stop the match. Whatever happens, all I want is to be able to be the one standing at the end of the match while Billy goes to the hospital again, this time with a diagnosis of paralysis and brain damage.

Looking into the crowd with the expression of “there you go” on her face she quickly turned back to him before looking to Mrs. Jaworski.

Justice Cross: Mrs. Jaworski, did you hear him? He said two flamin tables. Aren’t you scared for Driller as he goes into this match tonight since it is a hardcore match?

Mrs. Jaworski: Scared? Of course I’m scared. Stanley is the only thing I have of any value in this world. That’s why I pray for him every day.

Crowd: Awwwww.

Mrs. Jaworski: But I’ve also learned that this is who my son is. He’s loved wrestling and violence ever since he was a kid. I’ll tell you what, I’m more scared for this Ryder fella tonight. On the one hand, I want to see my Stanley beat this guy into the ground for calling me a whore. On the other hand, I know that what my Stanley does goes way beyond the strictures of this sport, and in a match like this one, where there aren’t any rules, Stanley is going to be more savage than he’s ever been before. Trust me, when I was saying my rosaries for Stanley this past month, I was saying them for Ryder, too.

Justice Cross: Fair enough! Stanley, I mean Driller, what do you think about William verbally attacking me just because I asked you and your mother to be on the show tonight? I think he ran his mouth in a way that it isn’t going to be able to cash checks anymore.

Driller Jaworski: Trust me, the checks he’s been writing with his mouth are going to bounce, just like his head is going to bounce off the concrete if I hit him with the Drill Bit or Screwed tonight. As far as his opinions about my mom and I being on this show tonight are concerned, I’ll just say that I really don’t give a shit what William Billy Jimmy James Cordova has to say about anything. What is it that you used to tell me about opinions, Mom?

Mrs. Jaworski: They’re like assholes. Everyone’s got one.

She looks into the camera.

Mrs. Jaworksi: AND THEY ALL STINK!

The crowd cheers Mrs. Jaworski’s sick burn and start to chant.

Crowd: Mother Jaw! Mother Jaw! Mother Jaw!

She turns to the crowd and starts posing for them as they drown her in approval. Driller smirks and shakes his head.

Justice Cross: Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Jaworski has spoken! Now Mrs. Jaworski I have some cake in the back that you can have later because I saved a few pieces but real quick I need to ask your son a question. Actually two.

Mrs. Jaworski: Are you asking my son out on a date?

Justice would look at Driller then to Mrs. Jaworski.

Justice Cross: No no. I’m a married woman, Mrs. Jaworski, not to mention a mother myself. However I did use to pay for the Kali Kartel's meals at the hotels.

Mrs. Jaworski: Damn it! I’m never going to have grandkids!

Justice Cross: Maybe you will get some one day. Besides no one wants this hot mess right here not even my husband at times. But that is besides the point. Do you mind if I go ahead and ask him my questions?

Mrs. Jaworski: [she sighs] Fine.

Justice Cross: Driller you and I both know that this is a hardcore match. You know and I know that anyone can just show up during it and “help you”. What are you going to do if your boys, sorry, any of your brothers show up during the match to help you?

Driller pauses for a second before answering.

Driller Jaworski: They won’t. You see, each of us in Kali Kartel have our missions tonight. My mission is to stop Billy Ryder from walking, Eric and Dexter’s mission is to grate Pernicious’ foreheads along the mesh of a steel cage like pieces of cheese, and Silas’ mission is to prevent you from taking his title away from him. We all give each other moral support, but that’s all the support we’re giving to each other tonight. We all want to handle our business by ourselves, especially me. If I’m going to alter the career of Rydova, I want to be able to say that I did it myself. No help, no interference. I want the end result to be the product of all the work I’ve put into my craft all these years. Now, if Chilly Willy Billy wants any of his buddies to get involved, then he can do that, but he better be prepared to pay their hospital bills for them, because he’s going to be liable once they interfere on his behalf and I put them in the hospital beds right next to his!

Justice Cross: I think you have made your point there with those statements. But what if I beat Silas? Kali Kartel won’t have a title in it will they? And before you go getting your undewear in a bunch that is just a general question. You see while you boys may think I say or do things out of spite or malice you’re wrong. No one stops to take the pime to understand me Driller. Silas could lose his title but I’ll do the Kali Kartel a solid tonight. I will give each and everyone of you my word right now that no one will be interfering on my behalf in my match against Silas. I mean it’s an important match for me. I could walk away a champion tonight and I won’t mess my opportunity up.

Driller gets closer to Justice’s face.

Driller Jaworski: Well, I appreciate your willingness to beat Silas on your own, and if you so happen to become the Glory Champion, then I might just be one of the people on line waiting to bring that title back to Kali Kartel.

Taking a step back from him she took a breath.

Justice Cross: Since your boy said I need to be respectable I am going to do just that right now. So if you and your mother would like to eat a piece of cake there is some in the back. Oh but make no mistake though Driller!

She walked up to him looking up to him scrunching her nose up.

Justice Cross: I don’t back down from a challenge thrown at me. Mrs. Jaworski, Driller, thank you for being on my show tonight. Good luck in your match.

Mrs. Jaworski: Thank you, sweetheart, and thank you to all you beautiful people here in Los Angeles!

The crowd cheers.

Mrs. Jaworski: Stanley, thank Mrs. Cross for the interview and the cake.

Driller Jaworski: You can’t be ser—

Mrs. Jaworski stares a hole through Driller. He looks down.

Driller Jaworski: [murmuring] Thank you.

He drops the mic and storms out of the ring.

Coming February 2023

Glory Championship Number One Contendership Match
Marie Laurant vs. "The Cobra Queen" Rei Park

Torres: The following is a GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

”Awake” by Ok Goodnight plays as Marie Laurant makes her way out to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Paris, France….weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….representing The Royal Court….she is The French Bombshell….MARIEEEEEEEEE LAURANNNNTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

You can call me monster.

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

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

The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell and making the match underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Marie runs across the ring and immediately hits Rei with a spear! She grabs hold of Rei's hair and slams the back of Rei's head into the mat. Marie does it a second time and then a third---the fans showing their support for the aggression that they're seeing! Marie pulls herself back up to her feet and smirks. Rei slowly tries to drag herself up as well---Marie immediately grabbing hold of her and shooting her across the ring. Marie waits for Rei to come back on the rebound and then hits her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Marie covers.

One…

Two…kickout!

Taj: Marie displaying why she was chosen to join The Royal Court.

America: This honestly should be a cakewalk for Marie. Rei’s a former Pride champ but she’s not that great.

Marie grabs hold of Rei and drags her back up to her feet. She gets in Rei's face and begins to yell at her. Marie then hits Rei in the mouth with a forearm smash and then a second. She grabs hold of Rei and once again shoots her across the ring. This time, Rei is ready to strike---leaping into the air and hitting Marie with a flying forearm smash! Rei hits Marie with a knee shot! She follows it up with a second and then grabs hold of Marie. She tries to set Marie up for a sitout neckbreaker, but Marie shoves Rei away. Marie waits for Rei to turn around and then charges at her---only to have Rei leap into the air and hit her with a dropsault! Rei pops back up to her feet and positions herself over Marie, landing on her with a standing moonsault! She hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Taj: Rei displaying her athleticism.

America: Meh…

Rei heads over toward the nearest turnbuckle. Rei climbs up to the second rope and waits for Marie to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Marie is standing, Rei leaps off and tries to hit her with a missile dropkick! Marie steps out of the way and Rei crashes hard to the mat instead! Rei tries to drag herself back up to her feet, only to have Marie run at her and connect with a series of vicious knee strikes! Marie then tries to wrestle Rei into position for a DDT---only to have Rei shove her away. Marie stumbles a step before regaining her balance and charging at Rei. She gets caught in a small package.

One…

Two…

THR---KICK OUT!!

Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Rei tries to step toward Marie to grab hold of her---only to have Marie hit her with a perfectly placed superkick to the jaw! Rei falls to the mat and Marie covers.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

America: SLOW COUNT!

Marie grabs hold of Rei Park and yells at her, hitting her with a slap to the face. Rei stumbles from the impact as Marie Laurant bounces off of the ropes. She takes a few steps toward Rei on the rebound before walking right into a Snake Eyes (kaio kick)! Rei hooks the leg with the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...and Number One Contender to the Glory Championship…Rei Park!!!

Taj: Rei Park has done it!

America: Rei cheated! I don’t know how but I swear she cheated!

CHRISTMAS DAY

Scene opens with a tight shot of some brightly wrapped presents. In the background, we can faintly hear the strains of Motorhead’s cover of “Run, Run, Rudolph.” As the camera slowly pans up, we can see a black Christmas tree, adorned with some rather unusual ornaments, such as Darth Vader, Sailor Moon, and World of Warcraft. Twinkling red lights complete this unorthodox holiday picture.

Little Girl’s Voice: Why did Santa bring the girl a doll? I’d rather have the electric guitar….

Another voice, obviously her mother, giggles approvingly in response.

Voice: That’s my girl…

As the camera pans around to the source of the voices, it stops at the sight of Aurora Graves sitting on a luxurious black sofa, with her adorable daughter Ysera on her lap, decked out in a Murloc onesie from World of Warcraft. Aurora herself is wearing a white Alexstrasza t-shirt and black shorts.

Ysera: Mommy, when CAN I have a guitar?

Almost on cue, the other half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions enters the scene carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. He’s wearing a black “Bah Humbug” t-shirt and black sleep pants.

Damon: You need to get a little bigger, kiddo. Even a kid-sized guitar is a bit big for you.

Damon hands one of the mugs to Aurora. She takes a sip and smiles before setting the mug down on the coffee table.

Ysera: Daddy, when can we open the presents?

Damon: When your Auntie Ebony and Uncle Ian get here…

Ysera: Can’t I open just one?

Damon looks at Aurora, who responds with an expression that indicates “Why not?”

Damon: Okayyy, one.

Ysera: YAY!!!

Ysera bounds off of Aurora’s lap and pounces on the nearest present, stopping only to inspect the tag before tearing into it like a rabid Tasmanian devil. Once the shower of shredded gift wrapping settles to the floor, the camera zooms in on a remote-controlled model of the moon. Ysera lets out an enthusiastic squeal as she turns around and flashes a toothy smile.

Aurora: Yssie, why don’t you take your new toy into your room? Mommy will bring you the batteries in a few minutes…

Ysera: Ok….

Clutching the box tightly, the excited little girl runs off screen, leaving her parents by themselves. Damon turns to the camera.

Damon: Well, now that impressionable young ears are out of earshot…

Aurora gets up from the sofa, resting an elbow on Damon’s shoulder.

Aurora: It’s time to get down to business…

Damon: Now, this time of year is all about peace and love and the spirit of giving…

Damon and Aurora both look at each other for a moment before they both turn to the camera.

Both: FUCK THAT SHIT!

Damon: For the past few months, it seems that the Royal Court has been giving us a few unwanted “presents”..

Aurora’s lip curls into a sneer as she rolls her eyes.

Aurora: But you better believe we’ve been holding onto the gift receipts. And at Massive III, we plan on returning the favor for every time those royal pains in the ass have messed with us!

Damon: Every sneak attack… every chair shot… all of it. All wrapped up in a neat little package… ready for us to shove it straight down your stinking throats!

Aurora: You’ve been running roughshod for far too long, and we plan on being the brick wall that brings your little stampede to a sudden, painful stop.

Damon: Here’s the thing… We know that our tag team championships are a prize that every tag team yearns for. After all, we put a fuckton of effort taking the titles and elevating them to the point they now occupy. And what do we get for all our hard work? Every single pair of jackasses that want to pass themselves off as a team trying to demean us or downplay what we’ve accomplished…

Aurora walks toward a large trophy case beside the Christmas tree, where the 1WM Tag Team Championships sit atop the case. A quick pan downward briefly shows the various championships Damon and Aurora have won throughout their careers. When it pans back up, Aurora is shown with one of the belts draped over her shoulder.

Aurora: But while people continue to underestimate us, we’ll be busy making sure you learn the hard way just how these championship belts made their way into our hands.

Damon smiles as he takes another sip of coffee before placing it on a nearby shelf. He crosses over and runs his hand over the center plate of the belt on his wife’s shoulder.

Damon: So, if Saint and Taylor are watching this, I want you to take a good, long look at this championship belt. I want you to take in every detail. Why, you may ask? Simple. I want the two of you to have such a vivid image in your mind’s eye, because that’s the ONLY place that you’ll possess them!

Aurora: It may be the season of giving, but the only thing you’ll be receiving from us is an ass-beating!

Aurora opens her mouth as if to say something else, but is cut off by the ringing of the doorbell. She smirks, briefly glancing in the direction of the front door before turning back to the camera.

Aurora: Well, looks like company’s here…

Ysera comes running back into the living room, giggling.

Ysera: Auntie Ebony and Uncle Ian are here! Now I can open more presents!

Aurora turns to Damon with a knowing expression on her face.

Aurora: Well, babe… you DID tell her to wait until after they got here…

Damon sighs with a sense of quiet resignation. He holds up his hands.

Damon: Can I at least let them in first?

Scene fades to black as Aurora stifles a giggle with her hand.

In-Ring Return Match
Hardcore Match
William Ryder vs. Driller Jaworski

Torres: The following contest is set for ONE FALL and it will be contested under HARDCORE RULES!

Before any music can play, Ryder comes flying through the curtain, landing on the stage hard. Driller, already bleeding from above his right eye and over to his right ear, comes out behind him. Ryder tries to get up but Driller drills him with a big boot that sends Ryder tumbling down the ramp and into the aisle.

Taj: My goodness!

America: These two decided they weren’t gonna wait...

Taj: What the hell happened back there? Driller Jaworski is already badly bleeding!

America: Is that a question that really needs answering?

Ryder scrambles to his feet as Driller comes after him. Ryder gets a cup of something from the fans and splashes Driller in the face with it. Driller covers his face as his eyes start to burn. Ryder drops to his knees to execute a low blow. Driller doubles over in pain and Ryder pulls him down into an inside cradle in the aisle.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

The big man starts up and Ryder gives him a rising clothesline! Driller crashes against the barricade as Ryder moves across the aisle. He nods to the cheering crowd before running a couple of steps and going for a two-footed dropkick! Driller moves allowing Ryder to crash himself against the railing. Driller rubs at his eyes before dropping an elbow that Ryder easily evades. Driller hits the concrete. Ryder jumps on for a cover that Driller immediately presses Ryder out of. Ryder rakes Driller’s eyes causing him to drop back into place for Ryder to cover again.

One…

Two…

TH…ANGRY KICK OUT!!

Ryder goes flying over the railing into the front row! Driller staggers to his feet. Ryder grabs a chair to hit the big man with. Driller looks up, his eyes still burning, and punches the chair in the middle, drilling it back into Ryder’s face! Ryder goes down. Driller steps over the railing like it’s barely even there. He grabs Ryder and the chair before running Ryder against the railing from this side. Ryder hits hard and slumps into place. Driller winds up and smashes the chair against Ryder against the railing with the sound going off like a shotgun!

Taj: GOODNESS! What an impact!

America: You gotta believe William’s done after that?!

Taj: Yeah, but is Driller?

America: That’s… a damn good question!

Driller tosses the chair over the rail into the aisle and then peels Ryder up. He scoops the smaller man up and tosses him over his shoulder. Driller steps over the railing and then hits a running powerslam onto the concrete! He stands up, blinking furiously and rubbing at his eyes. He finds the chair and picks it up as Ryder lies on the floor. Driller throws the chair so that it bounces hard off Ryder’s face! Ryder rolls over to cover up, blood spurting from his forehead, nose, and left eyebrow. Driller walks over and stomps on his head before dropping to his knees. Grinning, Driller covers, cruelly nodding to the referee.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Taj: WILLIAM GOT A SHOULDER UP!

Driller glares down at Ryder and then cracks him dead in the mouth on! He covers again and grinds the point of his elbow into Ryder's face for emphasis on the pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Driller drags Ryder up and runs him back up the aisle onto the stage. He throws Ryder up and into the Tron stanchion. Ryder hits hard and bounces to the stage, landing hard on the steel. Driller turns and marches back down to the spot on the floor where the chair lies and picks it up. He turns on his heel and marches with purpose back up the ramp onto the stage.

Taj: This man has bad intentions now!

America: When does he ever have good intentions?

Taj: He’s not usually stalking prey on the stage!

America: Well, he is now!

Driller rears back with the chair and goes to drill Ryder against the stanchion with it. Ryder moves and Driller goes to hit him on the stage with it. Ryder rolls out of the way again and kicks up, hitting the chair back into Driller’s face! The crowd cheers as Ryder rolls away, the big man reeling back against the Tron. Ryder gets to his feet and runs over, hitting a big forearm smash into the big man's face. As Driller starts to stumble a step, Ryder spins into a discus elbow smash that hits the chair up into Driller’s face and sends him back a step near the edge of the stage. Ryder takes a step back and then hits a running elbow smash to the chair that sends Driller flying backwards off the stage. The big man crashes down through several merch tables set up.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Ryder slowly makes his way up to the edge of the stage and peers down at his fallen rival. He looks up back across the crowd and then nods, the crowd cheering at what they perceive he has in mind. Ryder slaps his elbow and then leaps off into a flying elbow. Before it can connect, Driller has the wherewithal to roll out of the way allowing Ryder to crash into the rubble of the already smashed merchandise tables!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

America: HOLY SHIT!

Taj: Oh that can't be too good. I have a feeling that someone backstage is filled with joy.

Driller limps over and picks up a broken piece of the table and begins to hit Bill in the back with it several times before delivering a stiff knee directly to the temple! The Pennsylvania native has seemingly been knocked out, laying in a heap in the middle of merch table carnage.

Taj: I think William may need medical assistance.

America: Too bad! He’ll have to wait until the match is officially over because this is a hardcore match!

Driller digs through the mess and eventually finds a steel chair. He wails it down upon Bill's back and once in the head for good measure! The big man looks at the dented piece of metal before throwing it to the side. Driller then pulls Bill back up to his feet and is caught off guard by a forearm smash! Driller takes a few steps back before a look of pure rage comes upon his bloody face. Driller bends down and grabs a broken table leg and whacks Bill in the midsection with it like Bryce Harper swings a bat. Bill doubles over in pain, clutching at his abdomen and allowing Driller to lift him up, hitting him with The Drill Bit (double underhook piledriver)! Seemingly exhausted, Driller falls onto a barely conscious Ryder for a cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

The crowd erupts again as trainers rush in to check on both men. Neither are moving as they lay in a bloody heap.

Taj: GOODNESS!!!

America: One for the good guys!

Torres: Here is your winner…Driller Jaworski!!!

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

Torres: The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH and it will be contested inside the CRIMSON CHAMBER!

The crowd begins to murmur in anticipation as the ominous structure begins to lower into place.

Taj: I can’t believe it’s come to this.

America: Well, if Pernicious had just known their damn place...

Taj: Know their place?

America: Beneath The Headhunters’ heels!

The chamber is locked into place and the extra ring crew leave the area.

Taj: The Crimson Chamber is in it’s place...

America: As Pernicious should have stayed in theirs!

Taj: How can you say that?

America: Because Eric and Dexter Calloway were simply born better than them!

“Pirate” by Liu & GenX plays as Matthiesen and Hansen make their way down to the ring.

Torres: Introducing first team number one at a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety-three pounds….they are Matthiesen and Hansen….the tag team known as PERNICIOUUUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.

Torres: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds…they are ex-1WM Tag Team Champions…they are the team of Dexter Calloway and Eric Calloway…. they are THEEEEE HEADHUNTEERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: These two teams have been placed in the Crimson Chamber in order to eliminate any outside interference! Twice now that they have faced there has been interference and General Manager Tap has decided enough is enough.

Dexter and Eric start towards the door and are met by Mathiessen and Hansen. The referee calls for the bell as the second referee stands next to the door waiting.

DING DING DING!!!

Dexter leaps in and tackles Hansen through the doorway, bouncing him off the concrete near the ring. Dexter looks to grapple but Hansen is able to escape. Dexter kicks him and he stumbles face first into the ringpost, bouncing off and swinging around the corner, bleeding from the forehead. Dexter follows and gets in a kick to the back that sends Hansen face first into the Cell wall. Hansen staggers back from the wall before Dexter grabs him by the back and trunks and throws him into the ring. Dexter slides in after him and runs to the corner. He jumps up and leaps off with a flying clothesline. Hansen goes down hard and Dexter covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Mathiessen and Eric trade shots just outside the doorway. Mathiessen tags Eric and Eric fires back. Mathiessen returns fire and Eric tags him back. Mathiessen, Eric, Mathiessen, Eric, Mathiessen, Eric, Mathiessen, Eric, Mathiessen, Eric, Mathiessen, Eric! Mathiessen goes for a clothesline. Eric ducks and Mathiessen goes flying by him and bounces off the door. Eric moves in behind him, hooks his arm and then spins him into a DDT. Mathiessen goes down and Eric hurries in the doorway. Dexter gets Hansen up and eats a punch to the mouth. As Dexter staggers, Eric dives into the ring and snaps off a wicked roundhouse kick that knocks Hansen down. Eric goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Eric and Dexter pull Hansen up and hit him with dueling roundhouse kicks from either side. Hansen falls to his knees. Dexter and Eric move a couple of feet each so that Eric stands behind Hansen and Dexter stands in front. They snap off another set of dueling roundhouse kicks and Hansen tumbles over to the mat. Dexter drops to cover him.

One…

Two…

TH…SHOULDER UP!!

Eric looks up and sees Mathiessen getting to his feet by the door. Eric steps back, runs to the far ropes and then comes running back across the ring, diving over the top rope for a topé suicida! Mathiessen slams the door and Eric smashes head first into it! Eric crashes to the floor and Mathiessen reaches into his tights, producing a set of handcuffs. He moves quickly to drag Eric out the door and slaps the cuffs onto Eric’s right wrist. He then takes the other end and locks him to the Cell on the outside. Mathiessen backs off as Eric starts to notice and soccer kicks Eric in the head, bouncing the back of the man’s head off the steel. Mathiessen slips back through the door and slams the door shut. He quickly pulls a second set of cuffs out and starts to put them on the door. Behind him, Dexter slips out of the ring and starts for him. Mathiessen turns and uses the cuffs as brass knuckles to send him back into the edge of the ring! Hansen grabs Dexter and drags him up, making him bleed as he does. Dexter goes for an inside cradle and gets him down.

One…

Two…

TH…Mathiessen MAKES THE SAVE!!!

Taj: Mathiessen just padlocked the door shut!

America: And locked Eric out and to the cage!

Taj: Dexter’s trapped two one one!

Mathiessen drags Dexter up and eats a slap to the face. Hansen clocks him in the back and Mathiessen jumps into a jawbreaker that sends Dexter to the mat. As the two circle him like wolves on a potential kill, the crowd explodes.

Taj: Here comes the cavalry!

Silas Jessup runs through the entrance way with a set of bolt cutters in hand. Just as he gets to the cageside area, police in tactical gear tackle him and slap cuffs on him! The crowd begins booing vociferously as the Glory Champ is picked up and dragged out in cuffs.

America: This is some bullshit!

Eric tries to get himself loose but cannot seem to do it even as he watches his Kartel stablemate being removed. Mathiessen watches this all happen and smirks as Hansen holds Dexter up, hooking both of his arms from behind. Mathiessen turns around and punches Dexter in the stomach. Dexter tries to break free and Mathiessen belts him in the mouth. Dexter spits the blood out of his mouth as Mathiessen belts him again. Matthiesen executes a spinning leg sweep to the back of Dexter’s legs,and Hansen executes a claymore the move the two call Capsized. Hansen goes to the corner and steps up, smirking just as Mathiessen was. Eric continues to struggle, trying to get free. Hansen jumps off the top for a leg drop. He hits it and then rolls over for the cover.

One…

Two…

THR…Hansen PULLS HIM UP!!

Mathiessen nods and motions at his partner to get Dexter up to his feet again. They set and nail him with Stern Forward (Hansen holds the opponent in a wheelbarrow position, Matthiesen grabs the head to deliver a Headlock Driver)!

One…

Two…

THR…Hansen RELEASES HIS GRIP!!!

Eric desperately tries to pull himself free as they get Dexter up and hit Shipwrecked (Hansen executes a Powerbomb (can be standing or off turnbuckle/elevated platform) whilst Matthiesen hits the double knee backbreaker.).

One…

Two…

THRE…Hansen PULLS HIM UP AGAIN!!!

Eric finally pulls himself free and starts to pull on the door. Hansen and Mathiessen drag Dexter up one more time, smirk at Eric before hitting Dexter with b]FLO-KI![/b] (Hansen lifts the opponent up into a flapjack whilst Matthiesen hits his variation of a cutter).

One…

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THREE!![/color]

Taj: Pernicious has...

America: Cheated their way to a win!

Torres: Here are your winners…the team of Mathiessen and Hansen….Pernicious!!!

Glory Championship Match
Justice Cross vs. Silas Jessup ©

Torres: The following is the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

”Fighter” by Christina Aguilera plays as Justice Cross makes her way out to the ring, the crowd giving her heated jeers.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….she is a former 1WM Tag Team Champion…she is the challenger…JUSTICCCCEEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”The Beginning is The End is The Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins blares through the arena as Silas Jessup, Glory Championship belt around his waist, makes his way down to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Los Angeles, California…weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven and a half inches….representing the Kali Kartel….he is the current reigning and defending Glory Champion….SILAASSSSSSS JESSUUUUUUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Taj: Silas is ready to defend his championship, while Justice is looking to win big at the biggest stage of the year!

America: Thankfully those crooked security guards that cuffed Silas during the Crimson Chamber match let him good.

Silas goes for a loc— NO! Cross quickly rolls out the ring, which the fans immediately boo her actions. Cross just ignores them and takes a few seconds to take time to herself.

Taj: Now this is why she’s going to be a future champion! She’s playing smart.

America: Yeah we’ll see how smart she is in a few seconds.

Almost instantly, Jessup ran out the ring and the attack began---tired of Cross running away and not facing her battles head on. His shots were heard all around the Crypto arena. He drove her back first into the barricade and continued with his forearms that rocked the challenger! He sends her back in the ring and lifts her up to deliver a nasty back breaker! The champion gets the fans fired up again.

Taj: The Los Angeles fans are firmly behind their fellow Angeleno!

America: That and he's actually bringing a fight.

Cross crawls into the corner and instantly Silas tries to go back on the attack---Cross instantly runs and locks in the octo– NO! THE CHAMP THROWS JUSTICE OFF AND CATCHES HER WITH A BIG BOOT! He hooks the leg!

One…

Tw…Kick out!

Justice slowly rolls onto the apron as the champion knows he can’t let her get too much time to rest. He follows her to the apron and grabs her by the head. He hooks her arm and Justice starts throwing rights and lefts before pushing the champion away. There’s a moment where the two take a breather… BUT SILAS RUNS AT JUSTICE FULL FORCE---JUSTICE SIDESTEPS AND JESSUP GOES HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING POST!!

Taj: Goodness! That could’ve been what Justice needed to get momentum in this match up!

Silas is practically knocked out on the outside. Justice gets a devious smirk on her face. She grabs Jessup and sends him into the ring. Quickly, she goes for the cover knowing she might have this in the bag.

One…

Two……

THRE…KICK OUT!

Taj: There’s absolutely no way Silas should’ve kicked out of that. It had to be out of instinct.

America: Hey it’s not only the championship that’s on the line, it is Massive III! These wrestlers aren’t gonna go down without a fight.

Cross is obviously pissed, not taking any chances as she gets on top and delivers a ground and pound. She begins to choke him out which the ref has to pull her away. Silas falls into the corner and Cross takes the opportunity to once again choke him out with the bottom of her feet, using her athleticism to make the move more impactful!

America: Oh come on ref…pull her off!

Taj: Hey you said it, it is the biggest event of the year.

America: If you don’t…

Cross grabs and locks his head. Using her athleticism once again, she springboards off the ropes and plants him hard with a nasty springboard bulldog! She begins gloating to the fans, thinking she’s once again got the champion exactly where she wants him. Lifting him---Silas quickly pushes Justice into the ropes and---CROSS SPINS AROUND AND LOCKS IN THE OCTOPUS STRETCH!!

Taj: Justice’s got it in! She’s got it in! We’re going to see a new Glory Champ, America!

America: She’s got in tight and you gotta wonder if Silas is gonna tap out here!

Cross has got the hold in deep, stretching the champ’s arm back and making sure he’s got nowhere to go! The fans are cheering and clapping as they cheer on the champion in hopes that he keeps on fighting. Silas is raising his hand. He’s screaming in agony. He… he…. He….HE FALLS INTO THE ROPES AND FORCES THE BREAK!!The ref begins the count but Cross refuses to let go, until she finally lets go at the count of four.

America: You wanna talk about a fighting champion?!

Taj: I thought that was it for Silas!

Cross begins pounding at the mat, furious as she thought that was it. Justice knows what she’s got to do. Slowly, she begins to climb to the top rope. She locks her target but Silas caught he with a jumping knee strike! Cross is seated on the top as Silas is taking a breather, the fans are on their feet wondering who’s going to get the advantage. Slowly, Silas goes to the top rope with Cross, grabbing the challenger…AND DRIVES HER WITH A SUPERPLEX! BOTH WRESTLERS ARE DOWN!

America: Talk about impact!

Taj: The fans are on their feet!!! Who’s going to take the Glory title home tonight?!

Both stars get up to their feet and begin trading left and rights. The shots are left hard on their bodies, the fans are going crazy as the champ and challenger are putting it all on the line. Cross gets the advantage and goes for the Lights Out but Silas pushes Cross into the ropes and on the return hits Welcome to Los AngelesWELCOME TO LAS ANGELES[/b]! Silas quickly goes into the cover!

One…

Two…

THRE…CROSS GRABS THE ROPES AT THE LAST SECOND![/color]

Taj: Goodness gracious! That was the definition of going off intuition!

America: Justice is not giving up that easy and these fans are going wild!

Jessup can’t believe it as he knew that was his only second. He slowly stood up, holding his body as he was still hurt from what he had endured throughout the entire match. He slowly begins climbing towards the middle rope, dragging Cross with him. He gently pushes Cross away… is he going for a diving bicycle knee?! Cross instantly grabs onto Silas. She instantly sets him up and hits Kamikaze! Silas is planted head first into the canvas and Justice slowly flips him over and hooks both legs.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Taj: JUSTICE CROSS DID IT!! JUSTICE DID IT!!! WE’VE GOT A NEW GLORY CHAMPION!!!

America: This is some bullshit!

Shaking the proverbial cobwebs out of his head, Silas makes it up his feet. Justice, with the Glory title in her hand, eyes Silas and then down to the belt. She evilly smirks at the thought seemingly running through her head.

Taj: Don’t tell me that Justice is going to do what I think she’s going to do? She promised that win or lose, she and Silas would shake hands.

America: Justice is a liar and coward. The Headhunters and Driller need to get down here and stomp the hell out of her!

Justice rears back as if she’s going to brain Silas with the Glory title. The crowd explodes in a collective boo. Chuckling, Justice, feigning innocence, lowers the title belt and walks over to Silas and extends her open palm. Fully aware now, Silas nods his head, grabs her hand, and firmly shakes it. The crowd cheers.

Taj: So much for thinking Justice’s a liar.

America: Oh she’s still a liar. Trust me.

Nina Stokes: My two primary goals have remained consistent for the past three years.

Nina is seated on a locker room bench as the scene comes to life. She holds up her index finger.

Nina Stokes: To decimate every single person that stand across the ring from me―

Another finger extends out.

Nina Stokes: And to once again hold a company’s top prize.

She places her hands in her lap.

Nina Stokes: Those goals haven’t changed one bit. They shall not change. However, a grand opportunity has presented itself.

There’s a small pause.

Nina Stokes: I first became acquainted with Bianca Davis about six years ago. She’ll have you all believe that she is a different person now; a different wrestler. But that’s not really the case. The same tired quips and jabs that you hear from here now? She was saying the exact same shit back then. The misplaced arrogance? It was there too. Maybe her wrestling has gotten a tad bit better, maybe. But truth be told, she’s been plagued with stagnation for the duration of her career. She either refuses to evolve, or doesn’t have the wherewithal to do so.

She shakes her head.

Nina Stokes: I’m reminded of the old me whenever I see her: a foolish woman who chooses to remain ignorant.

Another moment passes.

Nina Stokes: I beat the living mess out of Bianca and her friends many moons ago. It should have served as a mighty warning not to fuck with me. But it seems that lesson failed to stick. Therefore, you can view tonight as a bit of continued education.

Silence reigns over the room for a moment.

Nina Stokes: Bianca? This is not going to be a pleasant match. This isn’t going to be some triumphant victory for you to brag about. No, no, no. This is going to be a massacre. I shall be stepping into that ring with every intention to hurt you and leave you broken. Taking the Pride of 1WM Championship away from you shall simply add insult to injury.

A few more seconds tick away.

Nina Stokes: I shall take everything from you. I already took your former group. Next I shall take your championship. Lastly? I’m going to rob you of all your joy and happiness. And, there;s nothing you can do to stop it.

With that, the camera begins to fade.

1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Royal Court (Kelli Saint and Veronica Taylor) vs. The Fallen Angels (Damon and Aurora Graves) ©

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

”Turn my Swag” on by Keri Hilson plays as Veronica Taylor makes her way down to the ring.

The sound of random vehicles crashing into an immovable object plays strongly over the speaker system. The sights of buildings crumbling in the wake of a giant earthquake appear on the tron. The lights suddenly shoot to blackness and Kelli Saint appears in the center of the ring when the lights come up, sizing up her prey, preparing for the start of the match.

Torres: In the ring at this time weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and seventy-seven pounds….they are the challengers…. Veronica Taylor and Kelli Saint….THEEE ROYALLLLLL COURRRRTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Is it odd that Veronica and Kelli didn’t come to the ring together? Instead they made their separate entrances.

America: Stop trying to stir up trouble, Taj.

”Fallen Angels” by Black Veil Brides plays as Damon and Aurora Graves, tag team titles around their waists, make their way down the rampway.

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

Taj: The Tag Champs have been very quiet leading up to this big match tonight.

America: Because they know that tonight is the night they lose the titles again.

DING DING DING!!!

Kelli Saint steps into the ring with Damon. The two competitors circle each other and then lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Kelli takes a standing armbar and then changes to a hammerlock. Damon goes for a snapmare but Kelli manages to move her head in the nick of time to avoid it. Damon reaches back and drops to the seated position for a jawbreaker. Kelli clutches at her chin upon impact and Damon kicks up, connecting on Kelli’s mouth. Kelli staggers back and Damon pops up into a flying clothesline that knocks Kelli down. Damon makes the tag to Aurora. Kelli starts to her feet and Aurora jumps for a monkey flip that sends Kelli into the neutral corner. Kelli bounces off the turnbuckles and Aurora catches her coming out for an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

As they start up, Aurora goes for the reverse chinlock but Kelli kicks her off and rolls forward to the ropes. Aurora pops up and Kelli jumps into a flying leg lariat that knocks Aurora down hard. Kelli grabs Aurora’s legs and jumps over into a bridging cover.

One…

Two…Aurora BRIDGES UP, POWERS OUT, AND REVERSES INTO A BACKSLIDE!!

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Two…

T…Kelli KICKS OUT!!

Aurora makes the tag to Damon and then slingshots her partner in. Damon soars over the top rope and catches Kelli with a flying forearm shot to the face that knocks Kelli down hard! Damon jumps on top for the cover.

One…

Two…Kelli rolls Damon over into a side cradle!

One…

Two…

T…KICK OUT!!

Taj: The Fallen Angels are actually being hung with here!

America: Are they? I mean, really? Kelli’s been in there toyin’ with both of them. Veronica hasn’t even gotten in the ring yet!

Taj: And yet, Aurora and Damon have both gotten close.

America: How many times do I have to say horseshoes and hand grenades before you realize close doesn’t mean anything in wrestling?!

Kelli delivers a wicked elbow strike to Damon’s midsection and then rolls her up.

One…

Two…KICK OUT!!

Kelli rolls to her corner and makes the tag to Veronica. Damon slowly gets up and Veronica runs over for a spinning heel kick that puts Damon down. As Veronica stands up, she smirks over at Aurora and shrugs arrogantly. The crowd boos at her and she can’t smirk proudly enough at them. She takes a small bow and then drops an elbow on Damon, remaining in place for a cover with that arm.

One…

Two…Damon swings her legs up into a crucifix pin!

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

As they start back up, Veronica hits a clothesline on Damon and makes the tag to Kelli. Saint steps in. The Royal Court give Damon a double kick to the gut and then take double front facelock. They nod to each other and snap him over for vertical suplex! Damon hits hard and both Kelli and Veronica stand up, posing arrogantly for the crowd. The fans boo heavily as Veronica steps to the corner. Kelli gives Damon a leg drop and covers.

One…

Two…Damon pulls her over into a cradle!

One…

Two…

REVERSAL!

One…

Two…

REVERSAL!

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Kelli rolls over and makes the tag to Veronica. As Kelli steps into the ring, she nods to Marie Laurant. Marie hands Kelli one of the tag belts and Kelli smirks cruelly.

Taj: What the hell are they doing here?

America: The next step in their destruction of the Fallen Angels!

Veronica smirks, shaking her head in disgust. As she turns around, Kelli blasts her with the title belt!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Marie Laurant stares into the ring in shock. Kelli drops the belt and walks out leaving Veronica alone. Veronica slowly staggers up. Aurora climbs the turnbuckle while Damon lifts up Veronica into an electric chair position. As Damon holds her in position, he leans forward slightly as Aurora leaps off of the top turnbuckle and grabs Veronica’s head, drilling it into the mat with a DDT!

Taj: The Fallen Angel’s hit the Job Stopper!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Taj: They did it!!! THE FALLEN ANGELS HAVE RETAINED!!

America: What the hell did we just see?!

Taj: I think Kelli Saint has decided to cash in on herself!

America: I don’t believe her… the nerve!

Torres: Here are your winners…AND STILL 1WM Tag Team Champions… Aurora and Damon Graves….The Fallen Angels!!!

Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Nina Stokes vs. "The Queen" Bianca Davis ©

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

“Sei to Shi to Kimi” by MUCC plays as Nina Stokes makes her way out to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Miami, Florida….weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds…standing at height of five feet six inches…representing The Samson Family….she is the challenger…Jidai no Makuake…NINNNNNAAAAA STOKEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The sound of royal trumpets can be heard as the lights dim and turn a violet hue as ”Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system. As the fans greet the sound with loud boos, as first out was Simple Simon dressed in a nice suit looking nervous waving. As out from the back within a few moments is none other than Queen Bianca Davis herself wearing her royal robe her gear giving off the evil queen from SnowWhite vibes, and a large blacked crown. She poses smugly with both arms out holding her black and purple scepter after a few moments she gives them her royal wave as she saunters down with Simple Simon staying a few feet back soaking in the negative reaction looking disgusted at all the disrespectful peasants around her. The Malicious Queen saunters down some more as Simon yells for them to show some respect, and to All Hail the Queen of Hybrid. Simon makes his way up the steel steps followed by the Queen herself, Simon demands the ref lower the ropes for them which they do. First Simon enters the ring getting everyone out of the way so the Queen can make her royal entrance. Raising her arms high in the air with her scepter in her right hand as the boos overtake the arena. placing her arms down she hands Simon her scepter who moves it to the corner, as she then orders her simp to undo her robe for her which he does. The Queen then shows off her body, and attire for all the booing fans as she twirls around a bit before taking the time to do her Royal Wave for them as she makes her way to the corner. Taking off her crown and handing it to Simon, as the Queen taunts the fans a bit taking a looking her nails before saying something to Simon who takes the time to fan her as she awaits her opponent.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….representing The Royal Court….she is the current reigning and defending two-time Pride of 1WM Champion….she is The Queen….BIANCAAAAA DAVIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This is a revenge match years in the making for Nina.

America: Nina is just bitter that my girl, Bianca, is better in every way compared to her.

Taj: We’re about to see and to top it off it’s for Bianca’s Pride of 1WM Championship.

DING DING DING!!!

The two competitors walk out to the middle of the ring. As they go to lock up, Nina ducks under the lock-up attempt and jogs away, smirking. Bianca watches her go in shocked disgust, shaking her head as she slowly turns around. She goes to lock-up again and again, Nina ducks under and jogs away, smirking. As she turns around, Bianca snaps off a big kick to the face that drops Nina to the mat. Bianca pauses and as Nina starts up to her knees, Bianca nails her with another wicked roundhouse kick to the chest. Nina goes back down and Bianca swings into an elbow drop before slipping on top for the cover.

One…

Two…kick out!

Bianca rolls back and gives Nina a dropkick before she can get up off her knees. Nina falls back into the ropes and Bianca runs in, looking for a clothesline. Nina steps off the ropes and Bianca catches her with a sling blade. Bianca hops up for a short moonsault off the bottom rope.

One…

Two…kick out!

Taj: Bianca Davis is having her way with Nina Stokes so far!

America: The Queen’s got her right where she wants her...

Bianca gets to her feet and snaps off a back kick that sends Nina through the ropes to the floor. Nina rolls over and reaches out blindly. She starts to crawl and pulls herself up by the railing as the referee administers his ten count.

One…

Two…

Nina glances back, looking stunned and dazed. Bianca nods to herself in the ring and the referee continues his count.

Three…

Four…

Five…

Nina starts up as Bianca runs and dives over the top rope! Nina dives back in and Bianca manages to tumble and land on her feet on the floor just as Nina jumps up to her feet in the ring. Bianca turns and goes to dive in. Nina runs over and hits a baseball slide that stops her from getting back into the ring. Nina slides right back out to the floor under the bottom rope. She grabs Bianca by the hair and hurls her back into the ring, diving in after her herself. Bianca starts to get up and goes for a kick. Nina catches her leg and throws her over for a capture suplex! Nina goes for the cover.

One…

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TH…KICK OUT!!

Nina pulls Bianca back up and delivers a stiff inverted atomic drop. She shoves Bianca over and drops an elbow before covering with one arm, holding her free one in the air to count.

One…

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T…KICK OUT!!

Nina slaps on a reverse chinlock and then leans over on Bianca to try and make the Champ carry her weight. Bianca reverses, slipping out behind, and taking Nina’s arm for a hammerlock that leaves her face down on the mat. Bianca stands and goes for a flip over legdrop. Nina moves and Bianca lands on her behind on the mat. Nina gives her a dropkick to the face before making cover, hooking the leg.

One…

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THR…KICK OUT!!

As they start up, Nina pulls Bianca down into an inside cradle.

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REVERSAL!!!

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REVERSAL!!!

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THR…KICK OUT!!

They start up again and Nina pulls her into a backslide.

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THRE…KICK OUT!!

Both competitors start to their feet and Bianca looks for a Red Bottom Boot (Brazilian Kick). Nina dives out of the way and Bianca hits nothing but air. Nina jumps into a clothesline and then pulls Bianca right back to her feet. Nina slings her into the corner and nods to the crowd before rushing in for a knee strike to her midsection. Nina shoots her across to the opposite corner. Bianca hits hard and Nina comes rushing in for Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows III (Boma Ye Knee Strike)! Bianca goes down hard. Nina covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Taj: Nina got her!

America: That’s not possible!

Taj: It just happened!

America: That’s… no!

Torres: Here is your winner…AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion…Nina Stokes!!

The camera cuts to a darkened location where we see Jacob Striker standing in the semi-dark area, pacing back and forth in his red and black ring gear, eyes narrowed in thought before he finally stops and turns his attention to the camera.

Jacob Striker: I’ll keep this short and to the point because tonight, it doesn’t matter if I win or lose this shot at the championship, and to be honest there is that possibility because there are four people in this match dedicated to one singular goal and I won’t deny that for an instant, even though the other three will. No, winning or losing doesn’t matter tonight…because what matters is the reality of the mission.

And that reality…that *mission*, Erick, is to show that despite all of your bragging, boasting, and egocentric *bullshit*, you are not a “first among equals”...hell, you’re not even *my* equal. Because if you were, then you would understand that just taking my title from me wouldn’t take me out of this sport…no, you would have to do something *definite* and *final* to put me down and make me acknowledge you as my better.

But no, you didn’t do that last time nor will you ever do it. Because in end, Erick, you want…you *need* that acknowledgement. That’s why you keep boasting that if you’re beaten, you’ll retire right then and there. You need that ego boost, you need to feed off of those endorphins because you’re an action addict and you need to be told that you’re the prettiest one of them all.

Jake then cracks his head and squares back his shoulders before looking once more at the camera.

Jacob Striker: Me on other hand, I’m here to *wrestle*...to *conquer*...to rip and shred…and to prove why I am the future of the sport of professional wrestling, Erick. You are looking at the *future* and *again* One Wrestle Movement World’s Heavyweight champion. And there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop it, be it happens here tonight…or down the road…I will reclaim what is rightfully mine from bloody, innate form with great glee. Now…let’s get it *done*.

Jacob then storms off as the camera cuts to another part of the backstage area.

The cameras head backstage and find Butterscotch Monroe inside the dressing room of the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion Erick St. John. A very pregnant Sandra Rose stands beautifully in a long dress next to the First Among Equals while holding the championship belt as he looks over his entrance attire and smirks confidently. Erick gives Sandra a warm smile and rubs her large belly before setting his attention on the veteran interviewer and cameraperson. Butterscotch smiles and nods as she begins her introduction.

Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just moments away from the Massive III Four-Way Main Event for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. We’ve heard from all the challengers. Now it’s time to hear from the defending 1WM World Champion, “The First Among Equals” Erick St. John.

Butterscotch looks at Erick who has a very calm look as he draws near the interviewer.

Butterscotch Monroe: Erick, you’ve kept a low-profile in the lead-up to Massive. Your social media presence has been limited yet calculated. I see you here with your lovely fiancé Sandra Rose as cool and calm as can be. Am I missing something? You’ve taken a clean defeat against Q at Legendary 34. Cedric Southern and Tapioca Joe have added rising star, Daniel Wolf and your rival, Jacob Striker, to this title match. And you’ve promised to retire if you don’t retain the 1WM World Title tonight. The odds are not in your favor, why this calm demeanor in what could be your last match?

Erick actually smiles as Butterscotch completes her question. He looks over at Sandra momentarily before setting his peaceful eyes back at the camera.

Erick St. John: Well, Ms. Monroe, I’m at peace tonight heading into this Fatal Four-Way Championship Match because I have completed the mission I set out to accomplish a year ago. When I came back at Massive II, I said I was going to start a revolution in 1WM. And I have done so.

Butterscotch gives Erick a confused look who only chuckles to himself.

Butterscotch Monroe: How so? Since winning the 1WM Championship, you’ve sat back, limited your social media presence to memes, and rarely promoted the company. How is that a revolution?

Erick shakes his head then smiles.

Erick St. John: Because no one is looking at the bigger picture, Ms. Monroe. If Solomon Monster were here, he’d understand the bigger picture. Despite appearances and the accusations by certain talent and 1WM executives, my recent actions, or lack thereof, were all intentional. In my championship reign, I have simply reflected back to 1WM how its talent has perceived this company and our sport at large for the past couple years. I have been aloof. I have only concerned myself with my own dealings. I haven’t promoted this company to the greater wrestling world. Why? Because it didn’t deserve it! I wanted a certain group of talent to see what had become status quo in this company. Then I needed to get a rise out of them. I needed to be the embarrassment of a champion to piss them off. I needed the rising stars of this company to step up and relieve me of this championship belt. And I upped the ante of my career as an example of what you have to be willing to do for the longevity and success of 1WM and our sport. But only a ring warrior at the end of his career can teach them the way. The rest is up to them.

Butterscotch seems to understand the depth of Erick’s words.

Erick St. John: Tonight is the final lesson. Tonight I am going out there against Q, Daniel Wolf, and Jacob Striker with everything to lose; the 1WM Championship and my career. And because I have everything to lose, I am going to scratch and claw and bite and punch and kick and cheat and do whatever it takes to keep this World Title. I am going to lay it all on the line. But if I retain this championship, the status quo will not change. I will have failed in my mission to revolutionize this company. 1WM will not have learned a damn thing. Yet if someone rises to the occasion, whether Q, Wolf, or Striker, and is able to put me down and win the 1WM World Title, I will have succeeded in my mission because I will have pissed off the young and promising talent of our sport enough to have them do what is necessary to lead 1WM into greater glory. I’m on a kamikaze run. But I am more than happy to give up my career for the ascent of 1WM.

Erick pauses momentarily as he gets choked up. He looks at the camera but the words don’t come out right away. He gives himself another couple moments to gather himself then looks confidently into the camera.

Erick St. John: In the words of Paul Anka and best sung by Frank Sinatra… Regrets, I've had a few but then again too few to mention. I did what I had to do, I saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway. And more, much, much more I did it, I did it my way.

Erick sings the final words of the song.

Erick St. John: For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself then he has naught. Not to say the things that he truly feels and not the words of someone who kneels. Let the record show I took all the blows and did it my way!

Erick looks at Sandra with laughter and motions for her to give him the 1WM Championship belt as Butterscotch dabs a tear away. Sandra gives Erick a final kiss before letting him head out to his destiny.

New season premieres January 31st, 2023
Streaming LIVE on Splat! Network
From the Kezar Pavilion in San Francisco, California

1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Four Way Match
"The Prodigy" Daniel Wolf vs. "Ya Girl" Q vs. "Straight Shooter" Jacob Striker vs. "First Amongst Equal" Erick St. John ©

Torres: The following is the MASSIVE THREE MAIN EVENT! It is a FOUR WAY MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

In My Zone by Moody Mourad plays as Daniel Wolf makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from San Francisco, California….weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven….he is the challenger….The Prodigy….DANIEEEEELLLLLL WOLLLLFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: The young upstart has forced himself into this Massive Three main event over the past two months.

America: I told everyone since the day he arrived at the doorsteps of 1WM, that this young guy was going to be a forced to be reckoned with sooner rather than later.

Taj: No rookie since Arley Kirk has captured the top title in their first attempt. It’s a very tall task to accomplish especially with all the talent that will be in the ring against him.

“Believer” by Imagine Dragons rips through the arena as Q makes her way down to the ring, the crowd booing her the entire trip.

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 the challenger….Ya Girl…..QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Can tonight be the night that Q cements herself amongst her fellow veterans in 1WM?

America: Q’s position has been solidified but it’s a damn travesty that she’s one of the few vets that have been here since Year One that hasn’t held any championship gold.

Taj: As we just saw not too long ago, the Samson Family has once again regained the Pride of 1WM Championship into its ranks. Can the World Heavyweight be far behind?

Suddenly the lights in the arena fade down low as we hear a blade scraping against something mixed with an array of other sounds before we hear someone take a deep breath before an explosive, pained gasp of air can be heard before the opening chords of Bring Me the Horizon’s “Wonderful Life” can be heard.

Torres: And introducing next, he hails from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighs in tonight at a cold and calculating two hundred and thirty five pounds…

The crowds at ringside explode with chants of “STRIKER!!” as the man himself steps out onto the entrance ramp, bringing his right hand up to his neck and slowly drawing his right thumb across his neck as he turns to face his opponents already in the ring as he throws both of his arms out to his sides and lowers his head back as he adopts a crucifix pose which draws even more heat from the fans as the camera spins around him, showing us that the longer he holds that pose, the more his body twitches in preparation for the fight to come before Jake then suddenly throws himself forward with a purposeful motion towards the ring.

Torres: He is the man known as the “Natural”, the “Straight Shooter”, the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty”, and the “Cronenberg of Clotheslines”...he is the man recognized internationally as the “Legacy of One Wrestle Movement” and is a multi-time World’s Heavyweight champion!!

Once he gets to the ring, Jacob wipes his feet off on the apron before entering the ring proper and moving to the furthest turnbuckle, climbing it and once more adopting that crucifix pose for a few seconds before he turns around and jumps down, as he stares down his opponents with a baleful glare.

Torres: This is the ONE and *ONLY*, “Total Elimination” Jacob Striker!!!!

At this, Jake throws his fists into the air with a look of determination on his face before he slowly lowers them before removing his ring jacket and tosses it aside.

America: Who in the hell recognizes Jacob as “The Legacy of 1WM”?

Taj: Um…uh…

America: EXACTLY! Sure he’s a former Pride of 1WM Champion…a two time World Heavyweight Champion…and one of the originals still here from Year One BUT no one thinks of him as The Legacy. Who does he think he is…Arley Kirk?!

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.

Taj: The World Champ is used to having a target on his back...

America: And he has plenty of history with two out of the three of his opponents!

Taj: Remember that this could be the last we see of an active Erick. He has stated for months that once he is defeated for the title he will retire.

America: Sounds like a cover up for rage quitting to me.

Erick hands the World Heavyweight Championship to the referee, who holds it in the air for all four wrestlers to see. The ref then goes to hand it to the time keeper.

DING DING DING!!!

Q hurries across the ring with surprising agility and blasts Jacob in the mouth with a hard elbow shot! She follows it up with a second and then a third, Jacob staggering back to the nearest turnbuckle. He leans against it and tries to recover as Q charges across the ring at him. She tries to hit Jacob with a splash in the corner, only to have Jacob charge out of it and hit Q with discus elbow smash! Jacob turns around as Daniel runs at him and hits Jacob with a facebuster! Jacob rolls over toward the ropes as Daniel turns around...and gets hit with My Redemption (Sweet Chin Music Superkick) from Erick! The Champ quickly hooks the leg and goes for the cover, the fans holding their breath as the referee counts.

One…

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THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: ESJ almost stole it in the early seconds of this match!

America: I mean he stole the title this time last year at Massive Two so what difference would it make?

Erick pops back up to his feet and is immediately sent to the mat by a throat thrust from Q! Erick's eyes go wide in pain as he tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Q grabs hold of Erick and pulls him in, effortlessly hoisting Erick onto her shoulder. She tries to set him up for a running powerslam, but Jacob grabs hold of Erick and pulls him down to the mat. Q turns around in annoyance. Erick leaps into the air and sends Q stumbling back with a dropkick! Q quickly regains her balance before Jacob rushes and hits her with a series of hard right hands. Q tries to fight back with a few of her own, but Jacob succeeds in sending Ya Girl back to the ropes. Q leans against them as Daniel pulls himself back up to his feet. He nods, as Jacob and Daniel both send Q to the floor with a double clothesline!

Taj: Everyone in this match is currently trying to keep Q as uninvolved as they possibly can!

America: I have to admit...it's not the worst idea…

Q lands on her feet and glares in the ring at her opponents. Suddenly the OneTron springs to life to show a limo pull up into the parking area.

America: What in the hell is this about, Taj?

Taj: I have no earthly idea, America!

The driver hops out quickly and several people in black suits get out first followed by none other than "Pretty" Ricky Stanton! The crowd pops with mixes of boos and cheers.

Taj: Is that…that…Ricky Stanton?!

Ricky heads towards the ring area. The action stops for a minute to see what's going on but gets back to their match. Q seizing the distraction reaches in and grabs Jacob's ankle, pulling him out to the floor. Jacob tries to fight Q off with a series of hard right hands---only to have Q throw Jacob into the steel steps! Daniel considers heading out to the floor to try and join the fight, only to have Erick grab hold of him from behind and roll him up.

One…

Two…kick out!

Daniel pulls himself back up to his feet as Erick hits him with a series of chops, knocking Daniel back against the ropes.

Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!

Erick grabs hold of Daniel and tries to shoot him across the ring, but Daniel reverses the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Erick on the rebound and lifts him into the air, slamming the World Champ to the mat with a flapjack! Erick's face bounces off of the mat before he crawls over to the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to pull himself back up to his feet. As soon as he's standing, Daniel charges into the corner, hitting Erick with a stinger splash! Erick stumbles out of the corner. Daniel drags him toward the middle of the ring, but before he can do anything, Q steps into the ring and charges at Daniel! Q kicks him in the mouth with a big boot, sending Daniel crashing down to the mat!

Taj: This is probably the best opportunity that Q has had to do some real damage in this match...

America: And that is bad news for just about everyone!

While Daniel rolls over toward the ropes and tries to pull himself back up to his feet, Q grabs Erick by the throat. She looks at him for a moment and then shakes her head, powering him into the air and slamming him down to the mat with a huge chokeslam! Q goes for the cover.

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THR…SHOULDER UP!

Q glares down at Erick in annoyance. Suddenly "Centuries" hits the speakers as the crowd completely boos Stanton as he steps out in a leather jacket, some jeans and a blue T-shirt rocking some Air Force 1's.

America: WHY?! SOMEONE TELL ME WHY RICKY STANTON IS IN THE BUILDING!

Taj: For those who aren’t aware concerning the 1WM history of Ricky Stanton, he once was one of the lead stakeholders of the company, former employer of Q with Stanton Enterprises, former stablemates with Jenn Drew and Erick St. John, and on top of all that has NOT been seen in almost two years! This is VERY UNSETTLING!

Stanton grabs a fold up chair and sits ringside and winks at the ladies.

America: It looks like Ricky is here for the show.

Taj: I am not sure what to think right now but I can assure you this is not by coincidence!

Ricky watches intently, taking some kid's popcorn from the front row and begins to eat it. Q pays no mind to Stanton and instead tries to drag Erick back up to his feet. Daniel suddenly runs at Q and hits her with a kick to the head, followed up by a second, and then a third. Q staggers away from Erick as Daniel bounces off of the ropes and hits Q with a knee strike! The Samson Family member continues to stagger near the ropes. Daniel throws himself at Q and sends her crashing to the mat with a spear! Q rolls out to the floor and takes a moment to try and recover. Daniel steps onto the apron and lines himself up with Q. He pauses for a moment and then springboards off of the ropes to try and hit Q with an Asai moonsault! Q instead catches him in the air and slams Daniel to the floor with a powerslam!

Taj: Oh, that hurt!

America: You're telling me...

Daniel lies on the floor in pain. Q notices that Jacob is beginning to stir and charges at him while Jacob's near the guard rail. Jacob has it scouted perfectly, lifting Q into the air and slamming her into the crowd with a back body drop! Fans scatter to avoid the huge body, with Jacob taking a moment to catch his breath before sliding back into the ring. Erick notices an opening and immediately grabs hold of Jacob, locking in a front facelock. He begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Jacob down, though he quickly begins to fight his way out of his grasp with a series of elbow shots. Erick stumbles back from Jacob in pain. Jacob shoots him across the ring. He waits for Erick to come back on the rebound before lifting him into the air and holding him high above his head. The fans cheer loudly as Jacob walks around the ring with her in a gorilla press position. Before he can slam Erick to the mat, the Champ frees himself from Jacob’s grasp and lands on the mat behind him. Erick waits for Jacob to turn around before hitting him with an enziguri! Jacob stumbles around as Erick takes advantage of the opening to plant him on the mat with a fameasser!

Taj: This could be the opening that Erick needed!

Erick lines himself up with the former World Champ and goes to bounce off of the ropes. Before he can head toward Jacob on the rebound, Daniel pulls on the ropes and sends Erick tumbling out to the floor. Daniel then steps into the ring as Jacob reaches his feet. Daniel grabs him from behind and slams Jacob to the mat with a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

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THR…KICK OUT!!

Jacob tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Daniel quickly grabs hold of him and snaps off Temptation (Rainmaker)! The fans lose their minds as Daniel covers.

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THRE…Q breaks it up!

Taj: Daniel had Jacob beat!

America: Kind of like last month at Legendary Thirty-four!

Q drags Daniel up to his feet and hits him in the mouth with an elbow smash! She hits him with a second and then grabs hold of Daniel when he comes back on the rebound, slamming him to the mat with a Black Hole slam! Q contemplates going for the cover, but then stops herself and puts two hands around Daniel's throat instead! She lifts him into the air and slams him down to the mat with a huge chokebomb into a pin.

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THRE…Erick breaks it up!

Erick runs forward for a clothesline but Q ducks. On the return, Q grabs hold of Erick and tries to lock in a bearhug! Erick gets a thumb into Q's eyes and just briefly causes her to stumble back. Jacob runs forward, grabs Q and drops her with The Last Surprise (Slingblade)! The fans are on their feet as Jacob hooks the leg.

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Two…

THR…Erick pulls Jacob off of Q and quickly rolls him up for the...

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THRE…KICK OUT!!!

Taj: Erick almost stole it from Jacob!

Daniel begins to drag himself back up to his feet. Erick quickly turns his attention toward Daniel, spinning him around, and hitting him with a chop to the chest. She follows it up with a second and then a third!

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Daniel fights back with a forearm smash. Erick stumbles as Daniel takes him down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep! Daniel tries to position Erick for an armbar, but Erick desperately fights to keep himself out of it! Unfortunately for Daniel, Jacob is in position to break up the attempt, dropping an elbow onto him just before he can apply the hold. Daniel drags himself back up to his feet as he and Jacob end up face to face. The fans start to cheer in anticipation...

Taj: Remember it was at “No Thanks Given” that these two put on an impromptu wrestling clinic against each other!

America: Given ten more minutes, Daniel would have won.

The two men begin to exchange right hands back and forth with one another. They battle back and forth across the ring, with neither man gaining the advantage. Jacob finally starts to overpower Daniel as he grabs hold of him and hoists Daniel onto his shoulders! Before he can send Daniel to the mat with a Samoan drop, Daniel escapes Jacob's grasp and hits him with a dropkick instead! Jacob stumbles back toward the ropes as Q reaches out from the floor! She pulls Jacob out with her, hoists him into the air, and slams Jacob through a table that she'd just set up while the brawl was ongoing!

Taj: I didn't even notice that Q had set that up...

America: I don't think anyone did!

Q tries to step into the ring to continue the brawl, but Daniel dives through the ropes and hits her with a suicide dive! This only slows Q down temporarily, as she drags herself back up to her feet and tries to step into the ring once again, only to have Erick run and send her crashing to the floor with a baseball slide! The fans cheer loudly as Erick plays to them until Daniel steps into the ring. Erick charges and hits Daniel in the mouth with a forearm smash before trying to set him up for a suplex! Daniel blocks the attempt and slams Erick down to the mat before locking him into a rear naked choke---only to have the lights go out immediately.

Taj: It looked like Daniel almost had it won...

America: He still might!

The lights come back on just seconds later with Aleki Kekoa standing in the ring. He immediately begins to stomp away on Daniel, causing him to release the hold on Erick. Aleki pulls Daniel up to his feet and begins to brawl with him. Daniel tries to fight back, but is sent to the floor by Aleki. The Samoan God of War grabs hold of Daniel and throws him into the steel steps! Aleki smashes Daniel's head into the steps one final time, rendering him unconscious. Aleki then calmly begins to walk up the entrance ramp.

Taj: Aleki just sent Daniel a message...

America: What in the hell?!

Back in the ring, Erick watches what's happening before turning around and realizing that Q is standing in the ring with him. Q charges. Erick catches Q by surprise with a drop-toe-hold. Q’s face bounces off of the mat before Erick tries to drag her back up to her feet. Unfortunately for the Champ, Q grabs hold of him and nearly locks in a bearhug! Erick claws away at Q's face and gets her to drop him to the mat! Q staggers to her feet. Jacob slides back into the ring and charges at Q, trying to hit her with a modified The Phantom Train (running arched big boot to a cornered opponent)! Q ducks out of the way and Jacob connects with Erick instead! Erick falls out to the floor! Gaining her wits, Q hoists Jacob onto her shoulders and plants him on the mat with Q’s Landing (Cartwheel Death Valley Driver)! She hooks the leg and covers.

One…

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THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...AND NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Q!!!

Taj: Oh wow!

America: Finally Q has captured championship gold and it’s the World Heavyweight Championship!

Taj: Also this means that Erick St. John has wrestled his last match in 1WM.

America: Good riddance!

Q stands on the second turnbuckle as the referee steps into the ring and hands her the World Championship. In the background the camera catches Ricky Stanton on his feet giving what seems to be a genuine applause for his former employee. The show fades to black with Q holding the title belt in her hands for the world to see.

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