Post by Cedric Southern on Aug 1, 2023 18:08:32 GMT -8
The fans see a black SUV with tinted windows pulling up in the parking lot of the arena and begin to wonder who it is arriving at the arena. The driver of the car would get out walking to the back door on the driver’s side and wait there for a few moments. When he heard a knocking sound on the window he reached for that handle and opened the door. The camera man would catch a male foot step out of the car and when it panned up we can see it is none other than Anthony “The Enforcer” Cross. Reaching his hand into the back seat of the car a female hand would grab it and he helped the One Wrestle Movement Glory champion and his wife Justice Cross. As they walked up to the door he quickly grabbed the handle and opened it for her then followed behind. Quietly making their way down through the backstage of the arena he stopped her just outside her locker room door.
Justice: Thanks for coming to the show.
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: You know, I am always glad to accompany you anywhere, especially to see you do what you do and retain your championship.
Justice: But that’s the thing, I could lose my belt tonight to Ricky Stanton in a Last Man Standing match. He went to the powers to be and told them that he wanted a special stipulation and it was granted. He thinks that he is going to not only just win this match but he will take my title, become the new Glory general manager, and then bench me from the show.
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I have always believed in you because in the over fifteen years we’ve been together I have seen you do some amazing things but I have to admit I am nervous for you. Not because I don’t believe in you but because Ricky has everything to gain and nothing to lose. Someone like that is dangerous.
Justice: You’re right. I have done some pretty amazing things but don’t forget that Ricky humiliated me in front of the world. This is my kind of match. You know me, ladders, tables, those just weren’t enough. I want to hurt him. But, I do understand why you are nervous about this match. I could go out there and get hurt which would cause me to lose everything I worked for such as my belt.
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I have got to see you put in the work to get everything you want. Including this 1WM Glory Championship and I want nothing more than for you to walk back here with that championship belt in your hands. Like I said though Ricky has nothing to lose and you do. So you gotta go out there and go into this match like you have nothing to lose.
Justice: All I can do is do my best. I mean there isn’t a Glory show so I don’t know why he wants to be the general manager of a non-existent show. I’ll be careful. I promise. The kids are already out in their seats so you can go there now if you want. Being here alone will give me time to think and focus on what I need to do in order to be the last man standing. No, the last woman standing. I mean seriously, do you think I’m going to let some guy walk into a ring or go round and round around the arena with me just so he can take my belt? I let that happen once already. I will come find you after the match ok?
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Alright…I’ll leave you to it then. Just remember the kids and I are always in your corner no matter what. And we look forward to celebrating your victory tonight. I love you.
Anthony leans in and kisses Justice on the forehead. Giving him a hug before sending him on his way she would stand there watching him walk off.
The arena cameras pan around to catch the impressive Luau themed fireworks display while the fans grow louder and louder in anticipation. The hard cam shoots over to the commentary desk where America and Taj are beaming broadly while Arley pops a large gum bubble and then also grins as she chews.
Taj: GOOD EVENING and welcome to 1WM Hot Girl Summer Two! I must say, those pyrotechnics are absolutely stunning and so is the Sheriff Center!
America: As always, we have an impressively stacked card tonight, and also, we are once again joined by the “ever endearing” Suicide Blonde, Arley Kirk!
Taj: Say, Arley! What have you got as far as this awesome looking Hot Girl Summer card situation goes?
Arley: Jeebus, Taj. I tell you, I can't w..
Arley does not really get started before she is rudely cut off by ”Hella Good" blasting from the arena speakers.
America: What the hell? Who is..oh..
The fans start to BOOOO as Bianca's new music plays and she has a new video package to match, and Hawaii BOO louder still as Bianca Davis strides out onto the stage and laughs out loud as she encourages the negative attention. Bianca has the most cocky look on her face as she turns on what seems to be a lapel mic before making her way right for the commentary desk.
Bianca: SHUT UP, peasants!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
Arley: How to make friends and influence people, amirite? Oh fakk. She be comin' on over..
Taj: Arley, don't sw…
Bianca causes a scene as she reaches over the barricade wall and security has to work overtime, because Bianca merely pushes a woman off her chair, steals it and brings it with her.
Taj: WHAT the hell IS she..
Bianca: Move over, uggo. If you're allowed to be here, I deserve to be here more than you.
America: THE QUEEN OF 1WM! To what do we owe this pleasure?
Arley: Absolutely no..
Bianca: It's not your turn to talk, you clown.
Arley looks indignant.
America: Hahahaha.
Taj: Bianca. You're not supposed to b..
Bianca: SHUT IT, Taj. I'm going to talk and you are going to listen.
There is quiet from all three members of commentary, apart from the subtle passage of air from another of Arley's patented bubbles.
Bianca: You should not be paying attention to anything except for me, you should be kneeling, all three of you. So should these rude idiot fans. And so should you, Kirk!
Arley is busily concentrating on inflating a gum bubble, and also looking entirely bored.
Bianca: What an immature clown she is. Can you believe that she was the world champion? I can't. Anyhow. Eavan is getting destroyed tonight. I have a good mind to just turn around and dest..
**POP***
America: You are going to die, Kirk! You know that, right?
There is a raucous eruption of laughter from the fans as Arley's huge bubble bursts! Bianca screams loudly and grabs at her hair as the impossibly sticky substance bonds to the ends of Bianca's otherwise luscious locks. There is a crash and squeal in her headset as Arley falls off her chair laughing, with the crowd still joining her. It only increases as a ROPABLE Bianca Davis screams angrily while she runs backstage as fast as she can.
Arley: Hah. Enjoy, B. But more importantly, you're welcome everyone! Yo, are we gonna get to kickin off this show or NOT ya dawdlers? Let's geddit!
America: How can you be so casual about your wanton act of treason? Gosh!
Arley: Oh simmer down, rubber neck..
Taj: Yes. I agree, let's go to our opening contest!
Taj: I think that this opening match is going to knock it out of the park.
Arley: Ace Sky in his debut for One Wrestle, y'all! You know somethin'? You peeps are in for a TREAT. This is a world class high flier right here.
America Vaughn: Unli..
Arley: Shaddap, leatherface.
The referee looks at both men to make sure they’re ready before calling for the bell, the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
The two begin to circle around one another as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, they grapple up and begin to struggle for the advantage. Silas is able to take control as he hits Ace in the chest with a hard chop.
Taj: OH!
Crowd: WOOO!
Arley Kirk: Wooooo!
Silas follows it up with a second and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
America: Get it, Silas! Keep on it!
Arley: Y'all can tell that you don't want this, huh? Silas Jessup is a frustrated man, he be big mad! He gonna be lookin' to reclaim lost ground and he's makin' a good go of it already!
Silas then turns around and blasts Ace in the mouth with an elbow smash! Ace drops to a knee, Silas pulls him up, and hoists Ace into the air. The former Glory Champ launches the newcomer over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Ace crashes hard to the mat.
Arley: Silas seems to be doing just that, Vaughn.
Taj: This is the kind of start that Silas needed!
America: I don’t know why you’d expect anything different from him?!
Arley Kirk: Silas is frustrated because he be sick to death of counting the lights. It happens to us all, yo. Nobody is immune to hitting a talent wall in their careers that they must evolve in order to get past.
Ace crawls over to the nearest turnbuckle and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Silas quickly closes the gap and blasts Silas in the mouth with a forearm smash before dragging him over to the ropes. He shoots Ace across the ring. Silas tries to get into position to send Ace down to the mat with a back body drop on the rebound. Ace stops himself just short and hits Silas with a hard kick!
Arley: OOF..
The impact sends Silas stumbling back against the ropes, but he bounces off of them and charges forward with a fury! He blasts Silas with a massive clothesline!
Arley: Ya see that? Jessup just turned Ace Sky inside out with that!
He drops down and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…Ace kicks out!
Taj: That was a HUGE clothesline!
America: Tell me about it!
Silas grabs hold of Ace and drags him back up to his feet. He kicks him in the ribs and tries to pull him in for a DDT! Ace spins out of it at the last possible second! He leaps into the air and hits Silas in the mouth with a jumping knee strike!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Silas drops to a knee as Ace grabs hold of him. Seconds later, he has Silas planted on the mat with EOL (back to back double underhook piledriver)! Ace goes for the cover.
Arley: SWEET GEEBUS!
America: What kind of saying is that?
One…
Two…Silas kicks out!
Ace grabs hold of Silas and pulls him back up to his feet. He hits him with a knife edge chop to the chest, and then a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
Ace then takes a step back and tries to hit Silas with a superkick! Silas catches his foot in the air and shakes his head. He spins Ace around and then grabs hold of him. He tries to set Ace up for The Redeemer (Cross Rhodes).
Arley: If Silas can get this, Ace is a GONNER.
Before he can, however, Ace fights his way out of Silas’ grasp. This time, he successfully connects with a superkick!
Taj: This isn’t looking good for Silas!
Slyly smirking, ascends to the nearest top turnbuckle.
Arley: I think I know what this is, y'all. It's a thing of beauty..check it..
Seconds later, he launches off to connect with Galaxy Leap (diving shooting star press)! Ace goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Ace Skye!!!
Arley: Told ya!
Taj: Talk about a big debut win for Ace!
America: I’ll admit...it was impressive!
An enraged Silas gets to his feet as he watches Ace drop out of the ring and walk up the ramp. Sila grabs the referee by the collar of his shirt and threatens to punch him.
Arley: Yo! Silas! Stop! Don't do it, man!
The referee reminds Silas that he’s an official.
Taj: Silas better remember that that is an 1WM official that he is threatening!
America: If he punches the ref’s lights out I wouldn’t blame him! Silas is on a downward spiral and needs an outlet.
There is a *BFFT* sound from America's headset as Arley whacks her upside the head.
Arley: I needed an outlet.
Taj: Arley!!
Silas forcibly tosses the ref to the side, slides out of the ring, and grabs one of the cameras from the cameraman. He throws the piece of equipment to the ground, smashing it! Silas releases a primal scream as officials scramble down the ring en masse. Silas stomps past them without incident.
Arley: We gots us an angry young man here, my dudes. It's gonna be interesting to see what shape this may take in the coming weeks!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Mickey "Mouse" Greer walking in the backstage area, in the corridor where all the offices of the SimpliFi Arena are. He stops at the security office where he sees a couple of guards on duty watching monitors. He asks one of them a question.
Mickey Greer: Hi there, I was told you guys have a jail in the premises?
Guard: Yeah, it’s a couple of doors down, we haven’t arrested anyone tonight yet though, so it’s empty.
Mickey Greer: Really? I was asked to meet a wrestler there… Do you mind if I look anyway?
Guard: Sure, knock yourself out.
Mickey laughs nervously and simply nods. He walks down the hallway and sure enough, he comes across the holding rooms, all having large, bulletproof windows to see through and as the guard said, they are empty with the lights off. Mickey squints his eyes to see if he sees anyone in any of them, but nothing. He stands by a door and looks directly at the camera and shrugs.
Mickey Greer: I don’t know Jeff, Douglas Crane told me to meet him here…
Before cameraman Jeff can answer, the door swings open, an arm reaches out, wrapping itself around Mickey’s throat and drags him into the dark room. Mickey, much like the mouse he is, only manages to squeak before disappearing into the darkness. The camera man begins to turn and walk away, but Crane’s arm reaches out and pulls the camera man in as well by the collar of his shirt.
The scene goes dark briefly, but when it comes back, we’re inside the dark room, with the only light coming from Mickey’s cell phone camera as he has it sitting on the floor, pointing up, illuminating the face of Douglas Crane. He and the cameraman stand against the glass, across from Crane who begins speaking in the tone we have learned to associate with “the grappler”.
Douglas Crane: At Legendary 40, things didn’t go as planned and we let the chance at the World Title championship slip through my fingers…. I was hoping that winning that battle royal would be a good way to bounce back after losing, again, to that trailer park rat whose name is no longer important.
His voice changes.
Douglas Crane: We embarrassed ourselves ol’ sport…
His voices changes again as he jumps to his feet.
and we did not come to One Wrestle Movement to embarrass ourselves!
He sits back down, and his voice is back to monotone.
Douglas Crane: Settle down… We are a wrestler first and foremost, so we take pride in winning a match and we take it to heart when we lose one… and then another, to the same person… I am not a sports entertainer Mr. Personality, here to just put on a show despite the result… I am a wrestler, so winning matters to me. We are not keyboard warriors; I am not a social media butterfly Mr. Ricardo looking to engage in pointless written battles.
At the mentioned of a new name, and potentially new ‘personality’, Mickey tries to interrupt.
Mickey Greer: Mr. Ricardo? Who’s Mr. Ricardo?
But Crane doesn’t answer, simply glaring at him briefly causing Mickey to sit back and not say another word.
Douglas Crane: One Wrestle Movement was appealing to our valet because it was fresh, new, with its focused not on the wrestling drama, but just the wrestling… We didn’t expect anything to be handed to us, but I also didn’t expect this… start… Don’t get me wrong, 1WM is still very appealing to us, and we do think we can right the wrong in due time… and how we begin is by addressing something that happened at Legendary 39… with someone named… Oliver Black.
Crane pauses, closing his eyes and his face begins to contort, his facial expressions changing, as if he is fighting a struggle in his mind… He relaxes, takes a deep breath, and reopens his eyes, his blue eyes are just as cold, but remains relaxed.
Douglas Crane: Understand something Oliver, you tried to awake something that is not sleeping… You tried to provoke us in a way, we will admit, no one had tried before… We reacted the way we reacted because up to that point, no one had said those words back to us or at us… Up until the very point, we knew what it meant for “it” to say those words, but for someone else to say them… For someone like you to say them… It felt different… It both brought pain to us and delight… It angered us and it pleased us… It drove us mad and it gave us purpose all at the same time… I want to thank you for that experience, but we also want to give you fair warning… You haven’t begun to understand what those words truly, really mean… But something tells us, me warning you won’t stop you for coming back for more… and some of us, desperately want you to come back for more.
He stands up.
Douglas Crane: We will see you soon Oliver.
He looks towards Mickey and winks.
Douglas Crane: Thanks for booking the time for us ol’ sport, really appreciate ya. We’ll go get ready for our match with Ms. Matthews now.
He taps his forehead with his index and middle finger before making a waving motion with them as he leaves the room where the camera man quickly looks for a switch and turns the lights on.
Camera-man Jeff: Dude creeps the crap out of me.
Mickey Greer: Me too, but I am also intrigued… So much to unpack there, let’s get to work!
They leave the room as well as the scene fades to black.
The camera opens to a black and white scene. The wall covered in photos of Douglas Crane. Slowly a figure in a tattered black hoodie stalks into the cameras view. The figure paces back and forth like a caged animal before stopping and turning to face the camera, revealing the painted skeleton face of Oliver Black.
Oliver Black: Douggglllllasssssss
Oliver draws out the name of Douglas Crane in a sing song voice.
Oliver Black: Mr. Crane? Or is it Mr. Personality? Just who is it exactly I am talking to today?
Oliver furrows his eye brows in question as he slowly walks closer to the camera.
Oliver Black: I’d like to speak to the Monstrosity, if at all possible, old sport.
Black slowly reaches a warped finger, black chipped nail polish on his nails ,to the lens 9; the camera. Tapping it on the screen as if knocking on a door.
Oliver Black: Helllloooo, is anyone body there? Monstrosity? Are you in there? Can you hear me? Please come out and play with me!! Won’t you?
Oliver raises his hands in a pleasing gesture , sadistically chuckles to himself, slowly backing away from the camera.
Oliver Black: Release me.
Black whispers as the camera fades to black.
The referee checks on both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. Once they’re ready to go, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Oliver smirks as he moves toward Rebecca in the center of the ring. She stands ready and alert – knowing perfectly well who she’s in the ring with. Oliver decides to get aggressive, running forward and hitting Rebecca with a chop to the chest! He follows it up with a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Oliver grabs hold of Rebecca and tries to shoot her across the ring. Rebecca reverses the attempt and waits for Oliver to come back on the rebound. Unfortunately for her, Oliver is ready to strike – hitting Rebecca with a big forearm smash that knocks her off of her feet! Rebecca tries to pull herself back up to her feet quickly – only to walk into a snap suplex!
Arley: Not gonna lie. That was SWEET.
Taj: Oliver is in control to start this one off!
America: Well...I know I don’t like the guy, from what I’ve heard about his past, but he is ABSOLUTELY capable in the ring!
Rebecca wisely makes her way over to the ropes. She uses them to bring herself back up to her feet in a hurry, but Oliver quickly closes the gap between the two of them. He hits Rebecca with two quick chops before dragging her toward the middle of the ring. This time, he tries to get Rebecca into position for a Northern Lights suplex. Rebecca spins her way out of Oliver’s grasp. Oliver turns to face Rebecca, who leaps into the air and hits him in the mouth with a knee strike! Oliver stumbles around before Rebecca wrestles Oliver to the mat and tries to lock in a Fujiwara armbar. She just about gets it locked in, but Oliver is able to reach the ropes. The referee comes over and forces Rebecca to release the hold.
Taj: Oliver was able to keep Rebecca from really locking that hold in, but…
America: That just shows what makes her so dangerous!
Arley: Dang right it does. Oh and looky what we gots goin' on here!
Rebecca and the referee briefly stare each other down. Rebecca then grabs hold of Oliver and brings him back up to his feet. She wrenches his arm to try and wear him down before hitting him with a clubbing blow. Oliver pulls his arm back in pain. Rebecca bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up speed – Oliver cuts her off with a dropkick! He quickly goes for the cover.
Arley: For a dude his size to launch on a whim, that's amazing.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was close!
America: Oliver had Rebecca scouted perfectly there! If he can keep it up…he might win this!
Shaking his head, Oliver grabs hold of Rebecca and drags her back up to her feet. Oliver hits her with a few quick slaps to wear her down before grabbing Rebecca by the head. He tries to run over toward the ropes with her to plant her on the mat with a tornado DDT. Though he does get to the ropes, Rebecca blocks the attempt by crotching him on the ropes!
Arley: Olly's kids are gon' be born with a headache!
Male crowd: OHHHHHH!!!!
Oliver falls to the mat in pain, eyes wide. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet so that he can immediately get back on the attack. Rebecca appears to be ready for it. She runs forward and attempts to connect with a running forearm smash!
Arley: Swing and a miss!
Oliver dodges and is quickly able to lock in the Dust to Dust (Coquina Clutch)!
Arley: DUST TO DUST! DUST TO DUST!
Oliver locks it in perfectly, and even though Rebecca tries to escape, Oliver keeps the pressure applied. Eventually, Rebecca has no choice but to pass out..
Arley: Valiant effort by Maverick hangin' in there but she just couldn't withstand that excruciating hold!
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: The winner of this match via submission….Oliver Black!!
Taj: Oliver Black. I will say this much. While Maverick is NO slouch in this department herself, that man is a supremely talented technician, and he has taken on some of the best to ever do it.
Arley: Yuh grrrl. Bec got nothin to be ashamed of here, she also performed like only a One Wrestle Movement talent can too.
America: Will you two remove your lips from Black's butt cheeks already? I think I'm going to catch diabetes.
Arley: Kinda looks like you're halfway there already with the 27 times you hit up Starbucks erry day, Murica.
America: My caffeine consumption is NONE of your business, surfboa..
Taj: LET'S move on to our next match!
Arley: Yo! It's Bri! Known her for a real long time. She good. She just might pick it up tonight. This Douglas Crane though? He has really impressed me so far. He might just pick it up tonight too!
Taj: Truth, Taj. We're in for a great match and it only goes down here in 1WM!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Brianna and Crane both circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, Crane grabs hold of Brianna and shoots her across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet her and nails her with a big forearm shot! Brianna hits the mat hard but tries to pull herself up to her feet. Crane delivers a series of chops to Brianna’s chest before lifting her into the air and delivering a snap suplex! Crane floats over into a cover.
One…
Two..
TH…KICKOUT!!
Brianna starts to drag herself back up to her feet. Crane bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. He tries to hit Brianna with a knee strike, though she’s able to duck out of the way just in time. Crane stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance. Brianna smirks as Crane turns around to face her – leaping into the air and hitting him with an enziguri!
Arley: Huge proponent of the enziguri, yo. It always turns the tide when ya can get it on point like Bri just did!
Crane stumbles and drops to a knee. He recovers quickly, but not quick enough to keep Brianna from sending him crashing to the mat with a jumping double knee strike!
Arley: Bri be showin' her teeth tonight at Hot Girl Summer!
She hooks the leg and covers
One…
Two…Crane kicks out!
Taj: A good back and forth start!
America: Again, I’m not entirely sure why we chose to write Brianna off as much as we have! She’s good!
Arley: I already said that, leath..
Taj: Arley, c'mon.
Brianna makes it up to her feet and smiles. She skips around the ring while Crane drags himself to his feet. Once he’s up, she runs at him and hits him with a forearm smash! She follows it up with a second. She then grabs hold of Mr. Crane and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle. Crane slumps against it in pain. Brianna runs across the ring and tries to deliver a handspring back elbow in the corner! Just before she can make contact with Mr. Personality, he ducks out of the way! She crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers. Before she can regain her balance, Crane grabs hold of her and lifts her into the air. He delivers a belly to back suplex and bridges it into a pin.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was a BIG suplex!
Arley: As y'all can see, there's no nice landing on that one. Been yeeted with that many a time..
Brianna drags herself back up to her feet as Cranes runs at her. He tries to hit her with an enziguiri, though she ducks out of the way. She waits for Crane to reach his feet and leaps into the air for a dropkick, which he’s also able to block. He grabs hold of her and shoots her across the ring – lifting her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam on the rebound! Brianna hits the mat hard as Crane positions himself over her. He pauses for a moment before leaping into the air and trying to land on her with a standing splash! Brianna gets her knees into the air and blocks the attempt before rolling Crane up.
One…
Two…kick out!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Brianna runs at Crane to try and keep her momentum going. Unfortunately for her, Crane is ready to strike – stepping forward and delivering a vicious knee strike! Brianna drops down to the mat as Crane steps out onto the apron. He pauses for a moment and glares in the ring.
Taj: Wonder what he has in mind here?
America: Something violent I’m sure!
Brianna reaches her feet and steps toward the ropes. Crane springboards into the ring and hits Brianna with a clothesline! She crashes to the mat before Crane grabs her to apply the Release Me (cobra clutch)!
Taj: This one may be over, guys.
America: Oh this one is over for sure!
As Brianna begins to fade from consciousness, Crane screams at the top of his lungs, “Release me!” The ref quickly calls for the bell.
Torres: The winner of this match...Douglas Crane!!!
America: Well we are finally here and what a freaking mess this is! You're going to pay for that bubblegum stunt you pulled earlier, Kirk. That's a good three, maybe four inches of hair that Bianca was forced to cut off just to be able to work tonight! Are you happy with yourself?
Arley: Hahaha. C'mon, Murica. B been askin' for that for a loooong ass time! The audience agreed, that was pretty gotdang gold tooth hilarious. Gumbo really is a mess, huh?
America: STOP CALLING HER GUMBO! That's your queen, you insolent little sh..
Taj: For those who don't know…
Camera watches as Eavan walks down ringside as her music plays.
Taj:; Sykobitty is apparently dating "Pretty" Ricky Stanton! Meanwhile Bianca Davis is the tag team partner of the Pretty Boy and together they are the Tragic Kingdom, and now these two are in a match!
Arley: Tragic….Kingdom. Oh lort. I don't even know what to say. Ain't often I'm speechless!
America: It's a Tragic Kingdom for sure! No one knows what Ricky is thinking about this. The only thing we know is on his Social Media he said that a decision has been made.
Taj: Looks like we are about to find out what that decision is cause HERE HE COMES!
Arley: Great. Hooray. What a joyous occasion..
"Back in Black" by AC/DC hits the Speakers as Stanton comes out with mic in hand.
PRS: OK, OK, WE'RE NOT DOING THIS!
Arley: Good. Go home..
Stanton walks ringside as Eavan looks on from the ring with her hands on her hips.
PRS: I KNOW why One Wrestle did this! They did this intentionally and I'm going to put a stop to it right now!
The ref yells at Stanton reminding him he has no executive power to stop a match.
PRS: SHUT UP PUPPET!!!! B, listen to me back there before you even attempt to come down here. I know I have been busy and I know we haven't talked as much as we used to but I AM your Tag Team Partner
Eavan looks at Ricky with a cocked eyebrow.
PRS: WHOA...WHOA NOW BABES, Eavy babe hear me out hear me out! You know how I feel about you.
Arley: This is kinda starting to reek.
Eavan is saying something but no one can hear.
PRS: I get it and this is a sticky situation but you need to know that you are the best thing that has happened to me in like, a very, very, long time
The crowd is all boos.
PRS: SHUT UP THIRD SHIFT GAS STATION PIZZA LOVERS!
Arley: This coming from a man who goes around looking like a freshly cut peni..
Taj: ARLEY!
Ricky walks into the ring and looks at Eavan.
Taj: WHO'S SIDE IS HE ON?!
Arley: His own!
America: Probably…
Ricky walks over to Eavan and plants a huge kiss on her. Ricky is saying something that no one can hear. Suddenly, the camera cuts backstage to frantically rushing people.
Arley: What is this?
America: What the hell is going on now?!
Taj: I...have no idea…
The camera travels with the running people, Eavan and Ricky watching on the OneTron in confusion. Finally, the camera comes to find Bianca Davis lying on the floor, unconscious and covered in blood, as trainers and EMTs tend to her.
Arley: YO! Someone got stuck into Davis better than I did!
Taj: What the hell?!
America: Who got Bianca?!
In the ring, Eavan wastes no time and threatens the confused referee to start the match. He shrugs and calls for the bell.
Arley: Oh COME ON! Look. Bianca is an arrogant bit..beastly mannered woman but THIS isn't right! No, there's no way that zebra we call a referee is gonna take Maloney seriously!
DING DING DING!!!
Arley: ….You gots ta be yankin' me!
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
TEN!!
The referee calls for the bell again as Ricky looks on in a somewhat confused shock.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, Bianca Davis has failed to answer the official’s count of ten, therefore, your winner via count-out….Eavan Maloney!!
Taj: Eavan just scored a victory over the two-time Pride of 1WM Champion!
America: She did!
Arley: But who got to Bianca? I wanna know!
America: Ten to one I bet it was Ricky who did it before he even came out!
Arley: Nah. That can't be, Murica. Dude ain't that bold, surely. SURELY.
Taj: What an absolutely chaotic scene!
As the camera pans backstage again, the chaos of the night's events takes center stage. Suddenly, it zooms in on Ya Girl Q, standing tall with the 1WM World Heavyweight Title proudly strapped around her waist. A devious smirk plays on her lips as she holds her crutch over her shoulder, using it as a menacing prop.
Ya Girl Q: Well, well, well, looks like Bianca Davis finally got a taste of her own medicine. She thought she could attack my knee, weaken me, and get away with it? Oh, not on my watch.
With a swagger in her step, Ya Girl Q takes a few paces forward, her eyes gleaming with vindication.
Ya Girl Q: Oh, poor Bianca, all knocked out before her match? Let me tell you something, Bianca had it coming. She wanted to target my knee time and time again? Well, I decided to fight back.
The camera captures the wicked grin on Q's face as she lifts the crutch higher, emphasizing her point.
Ya Girl Q: Let's just say I paid her a little visit backstage, and she's got a one-way ticket to dreamland. She's tasted her own medicine, and I hope she chokes on it.
Q pauses for a moment, the intensity in her eyes showing a side of her rarely seen before.
Ya Girl Q: Tonight, Bianca learned that I'm not just a champion in that ring. I'm a warrior, and I don't back down from a fight. If she thinks she can mess with me, she better be ready to face the consequences.
Q takes a few steps backward, a sinister chuckle escaping her lips.
Ya Girl Q: Bianca, consider this a warning. You mess with me again, and I won't stop until you're begging for mercy. This is the era of Q and I’m not going to let you tear down what I’ve built. Not you, not Stanton, and definitely not Raijin Hunter later tonight. Let this serve as a lesson. I’ve worked too hard for too long to let my quest of being the most dominant 1WM Champion in history slip me by. I’m serious and when I’m serious, I’m dangerous.
As the camera zooms out, Ya Girl Q stands tall, the 1WM World Heavyweight Title glimmering in the dim light. Her message is clear - she's not to be trifled with, and anyone who tries to come for her will face the wrath of the unyielding champion, Ya Girl Q.
Walking into the gorilla position Justice would see everything going on and taking place for the production aspect of the show. Looking over she saw Brianna Matthews standing there so she walked over to her.
Justice: Hey. I got your message.
Brianna: Good.
Justice: Good? You sent me a text telling me to come talk to you down in the gorilla and all you can say is good?
Brianna: Yeah. I saw Anthony and your kids out there in the front row. Are you sure it is a good idea to let them be there? I mean Ian i-
Justice: They come to my shows all the time Brianna.
Brianna: Well yea I know but this is kind of a big match for you. It’s also a dangerous match. I mean you countered Ricky with a last man standing match. What were you thinking?
Justice: What was I thinking? Oh I don’t know probably about how he humiliated me in front of the entire fan base of 1WM. You saw what happened.
Brianna: Look I just don’t think your kids should be in the front row watching your match tonight. What if you get hurt?
Justice: I’ve been hurt before.
Brianna: Justice please don’t do this match. I can talk to Tapioca for you and get it turned real fast into a ladder match or a table match.
Justice: No.
Brianna: You’ve never been in a last man standing match before though. You don’t even know what to do. You’re still wanting this match knowing your husband and kids are here in the front row watching and your dad is at home watching?
Justice: What are you trying to say Brie? That you don’t think I can win?
Brianna: No. That’s not it at all. I just know more than anybody you worked really hard to get that belt away from Silas.
Justice: Yeah, I worked so hard I got on commentary and then climbed in the ring challenging him. Everyone seems to forget that Silas was the one who accepted that match. You know, people think I’m childish and don’t amount to anything in the ring but Silas never had to accept that challenge. I shouldn’t even be the Glory champion but here I am Brianna.
Brianna: I know people think that you don’t amount to anything but if they just watch you and let you show them I’m sure they will change their minds about you. What if you went out there and apologized to Ricky?
Justice: That’s not happening.
Brianna: You’re my sister. Please. I’ve never asked you for anything in your life.
Justice: Do you think I really want to go out there and have this match right now? I’ve never been in a last man standing match. I know that I could possibly get hurt and it could be very bad. This is my moment to shine. This is my moment to put Ricky in his place not to mention prove to people how wrong they are about me. Briann, this is my belt and I’ll be damned if some man tries to take this from me. I promise you that I will be alright.
Brianna: Are you sure about that?
Justice: No but my kids and husband are here tonight. And you know that everything I do is for them. It will be alright Brie.
Justice would put her arms around Brianna giving her a hug then. After a few moments she let go and walked to where she needed to and listened for her music so she could walk out on cue.
Torres: The following is a LAST PERSON STANDING MATCH for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The lights go out and the Black Superman logo is shown on the big screen with AC DC's "Back in Black" blasting over the speakers. Just then "Pretty" Ricky Stanton comes out to the ramp and stands there.
Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades.
Torres: In the ring first hailing from Richmond, Virginia….weighing at a weight of two hundred and ten pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….representing The Tragic Kingdom…..he is the challenger….he is Pretty….RICKKKKYYYY STANTOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
As the lights go out in the ring area, the entrance of the ramp is lit up by spotlights and the videotron of Justice Cross begins playing along with the spoken words “After all that you put me through, you’d think that I’d despise you, but in the end I wann thank you, cause you made me that much stronger.” Walking out onto that stage smirking then, Justice would go to the right side of the stage running her mouth to the fans and then to the left side doing the same. After doing this she would go to the middle of the stage where it stopped and met the top of the ramp taking her arms putting them through her belt and held it up in the air. She then undid the buckle and placed it over her shoulder as she walked down to the ring.
Once she made it down there she would go up to one of the fans at the bottom who she could hear talking to her and the two began to have a back and forth exchange of words. Looking to the fan she asked if they were done yet then held that title of hers up in the air in front of them. Smirking she turned around and went up the steps to the apron where she would step between the ropes. The ref would go up to her and take the title from her and she began to wait for Torres’ announcement.
Torres: In the ring hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at a weight of 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 current reigning and defending Glory Champion….she is JUSTICCCCCCEEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: How did we get here?
America: With these two? Why are you surprised that this is going to end like this?
Taj: Not only is this a Last Person Standing match for the Glory Championship but Stanton has the potential to become the General Manager of the Glory broadcast.
Arley: Ya know. It's hard to say this, but I know what happens when THIS guy has any kind of power. I shudder to think what is in store when he has a gotdang championship. We livin in strange times, yo.
DING DING DING!!!
The two walk out to meet each other in the middle of the ring. Without warning, Ricky rushes in.. Justice catches him coming in and spins into a spinebuster. Shocked, Ricky rolls away, clutching at his back. Justice gets back to her feet and tries to start stomping away on the challenger! Ricky continues to roll to the edge of the ring and goes over, tumbling to the floor. Justice jumps down and Ricky meets her with a punch to the breadbasket. Justice reacts to the sudden pain and Ricky runs her head first into the barricade! Justice rebounds off and Ricky runs her face first into the ringpost! Justice tumbles to the floor bleeding all over the place.
Arley: Oh sheet! Hah! Welp it ain't me for a change!
Taj: We have our first sighting of blood!
America: You had to know that this match is going to be a grotesque blood bath!
Ricky drags Justice up by her ankles and then gives her a catapult that lands her face first on the steel steps! The referee steps in to start counting her down.
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Justice starts to get up but Ricky moves in, dropping a knee to Justice’s face. Ricky backs off and the referee starts his count again.
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Justice starts to get up and Ricky shoves the referee out of the way, breaking up the count himself in the process.
Arley: Knuckleheads gon' knucklehead, man.
Taj: What is Ricky doing?
America: Not letting Justice have a second to recover!
Arley: You can't be serious.
Taj: But the referee was still counting...
America: And Ricky knew Justice was going to be up before it hit the number required so he didn’t bother waiting. Besides, we all know Ricky likes messing with people like this and he saw the opportunity presenting itself and seized it!
Arley: The ref getting bumped is pretty much a formality in a match such as this, you guys!
Ricky drills Justice with an almost sliding forearm shot to the face. Justice bounces off the floor and Ricky mounts her, raining stiff punches down on the Glory Champ’s face. After the blood starts to cover the champion, the referee steps in and pulls Ricky off to allow a count. The Pretty One glares at the referee but backs up a step.
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Arley: What the heck is Shamton playin' at? I'm wise to his brand of BS and I'll hand it to him, he got me stumped..
Ricky goes in to drill Justice with the forearm again only for Justice to catch him coming in with a drop toehold that lands Justice face first across the steel steps! Ricky’s head snaps back and Justice is able to roll away. Ricky leans over the steps, Justice runs up the steps, and hits an implant DDT on the steps!
Arley: YUH! That was brutal! Do it some more, Jus!
Justice rolls to the right and lands on her feet, using the post to hold herself up while Ricky, now bleeding equally profusely, rolls to the left and flops onto the floor like a newly-cut piece of meat.
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Arley: Justice's name be pretty legit right now, cuz she be deliverin' some to this shady businessman!
Seeing the look on the referee’s face, Justice slowly makes her way around the steps. Ricky starts to pull himself to his feet but Justice gives him a big clothesline to the back that bounces him off the edge of the ring chest first! Ricky starts to stagger back, off-balance, and Justice gives him a dropkick that sends him tumbling over the steps to the other side of the floor! Justice climbs up onto the apron and glares over at Ricky as the challenger begins to regain his own upright posture. Justice runs across the apron and dives off into a cannonball that smashes Ricky into the railing!
Arley: THIS MATCH HAS GOTTEN RIDICULOUS!
Both competitors hit hard and land in a bloody heap on the floor! The referee moves in and begins his count on both simultaneously.
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Both make it to their feet and then slowly turn to glare at the other. The two march out to each other and just start trading punches: Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice!
Arley: They be teeing off on each other, yo! This is a fight, you guyses! This is a gotdang FIGHT!
Taj: It most definitely is that, Arley!
With both now bleeding fresh and visibly exhausted, they almost tumble into each other, each one keeping the other standing. Justice headbutts Ricky and watches as the challenger staggers back against the ring again. Justice goes to take a step and Ricky jumps up into a lunging clothesline. Justice goes down and Ricky drags her right back to her feet. As Justice stands, nearly limp, Ricky bitch slaps her across the face! Justice’s knees start to buckle but Ricky catches her across his shoulder. The challenger picks the champion up and carries her up the ramp onto the stage. Ricky walks over to a large crate being used as a set ornamentation and dumps the champion onto it. Ricky climbs up onto the crate, pulls Justice up, and hits Pretty Boy Drop (reverse DDT) onto the crate!
Arley: THAT CRATE HAD A FAMILY, YOU MONSTER!
America: Oh Justice is dead! She has to be!
Taj: Win or lose, Justice has proven that she has been a deserving Glory Champion!
The referee watches as Ricky drops down off the crate, leaving the champion laying bleeding.
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Nine…Justice rolls almost absently, landing on her feet on the stage, leaning against the crate.
Arley: YUH GRRRL!!
Taj: She’s up! JUSTICE IS UP!!!
America: What?! The only reason she’s “standing” is that damn crate is holding her up!
Arley: Besides the point, bucket butt!
Taj: She’s still standing though!
America: Ricky should have won right now! This is just…
Arley: Ya selling JC short, Murica. She tougher than you! Watch!
There's another *BFFT* in America's headset as Arley's palm once more finds the back of her head.
America: OW! You better knock that off, Kirk!
Ricky slaps Justice again, sending her falling to one knee. Ricky watches, glaring down all the while. Ricky pulls her back up and slaps the taste (and blood) out of her mouth again! Justice slumps to one knee and Ricky just shakes his head. He pulls Justice up again and slaps her for the third straight time! Justice slumps to one knee again but looks up at Ricky. The challenger disgustedly pulls Justice up again and slaps her yet again.
Arley: Shamton beatin' her like a freakin drum!
This time, Justice does not slump. She starts to nod and begs Ricky to do it again. Ricky angrily slaps her for a fifth time! Justice nods almost excitedly, begging for more.
Arley: Hah!! That's it! Geddit, JC!
America: Justice has officially lost her mind!
Ricky rears back for another shot only for Justice to block it, catching the hand and twisting it! Ricky tries to jump up into a knee strike but Justice releases her grip on Ricky’s arm to catch his leg instead. Ricky lands awkwardly on the stage and Justice grabs his other leg. The champion steps back and executes a catapult that drives Ricky face first into the OneTron stanchion!
Arley: That COULDN'T possibly feel good! This might be it for Dicky Ricky!
Ricky collapses to the stage but quickly gets back to all fours. Justice gives him another implant DDT on the stage and then rolls over and away, landing her own feet down on the floor.
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Ricky reaches for Justice but Justice tries to kick him away. Seeing she’s off balance, Ricky pushes her so that she hits the blood and slides right down hard onto her back!
Arley: OHHH man. That's unfortunate ay eff! Justice is..HOLD THE GOTDANG PHONE!
Suddenly from the backstage area an enormous figure rushes out and blasts Ricky over the head with a massive chairshot! Ricky slumps to the stage floor and the camera catches the full view of….
Taj and America: AKELI KEKOA!!
Arley: Kekoa in da HOUSE! This can only mean war!
Akeli pulls Ricky over into a reverse fireman’s carry. A barely conscious Ricky tries to get away but Akeli maintains his grip as he walks over a few steps to another dropoff of the stage. Aleki turns and hits a reverse Death Valley Driver that sends Ricky smashing down through a table positioned just off the stage!
Arley: CRASH! This has GOT to be it! Holy sh..
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Arley: What THEY said!
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TEN!!
Arley: Stick a fork in this one! Pretty sure Kekoa would if he had one on hand, not gonna lie!
Taj: Dear God!!!!
Torres: The winner of this Last Person Standing match….AND STILL Glory Champion… Justice Cross!!
Justice’s music plays as Aleki stares down at a fallen Ricky buried in table remains. He lets out a primal roar much to the delight of the fans.
Aleki: Oooooo… Ah!
The official meets Justice at the top of the ramp and hands her the Glory Championship while raising her arm in victory. The physically exhausted and blood covered Justice and Aleki connect visually and the Samoan War Machine gives the champion a nod.
Arley: What is this? What is Aleki Kekoa freakin doing?
Aleki turns his attention back to Ricky who begins to stir under the rubble as medics attend to him. The camera catches some stinging words from the returning Aleki as he lords over his handiwork…
Aleki: This is WAR… bitch!
Arley: DANG! I got a crystal BALL for this shiz!
1WM goes to a backstage locker room which has a bunch of random weapons laying around it, kendo sticks, baseball bats, brass knuckles, chairs, barbed wire and a pile of tacks. Sitting next to them all wearing her mermaid themed ring gear is Sydney Simon. She is wrapping tape around her hands as she looks up at the camera.
SYDNEY SIMON: Nina Stokes, the motherfuckin' Pride of 1WM! Congratulations on that neat title. I'm not the pride of anyone or anything. I'm just a nasty girl who likes to fight.
Sydney reaches her hand up, biting the tape and ripping it before she looks back to the camera.
SYDNEY SIMON: I think that is why nobody thinks I can beat you. You are this great champion and you've beaten everyone who's been put in front of you and I'm the crazy girl who likes to make people bleed, drink beer and make out with her incredibly amazing girlfriend. I'm a simple girl. I'll be the first to admit that but I'm also incredibly tough and I can be as brutal as they get when I hear that bell.
She stands up now, stretching her arms, now dressed and ready for her upcoming match with Nina.
SYDNEY SIMON: So Nina, can I beat you? The simple answer is, yes. I can beat you and take your championship. The fact that you and your incel manager seem to think otherwise is not only ignorant but it's pretty fuckin' dumb. Get your head out of your asshole and realize that your championship is in danger. I can beat you and maybe I will tonight.
Sydney grins and gives a wink to the camera.
SYDNEY SIMON: Sydney Simon the Pride of 1WM has a pretty sweet ring to it, doesn't it? I'm sure I'm not a great champion to for press events or any of that shit but I'll certainly have fun representing this company and I won't do it with a stick up my ass. I'll make this company seem actually fun for a change.
Sydney then walks across the room, the camera panning after her. She grabs a beer from off the top of a small fridge and cracks it open.
SYDNEY SIMON: I'll be the underdog and I'll be underestimated. I don't give a shit about that. I'm going out there to kick Nina's face until her skull crushes in, slam my ass into her, take that belt, take my check and then go to the beach to party with the fuckin' Hawaiian fans. It's pretty simple.
Sydney takes a swig from her beer, chugging a little bit before tossing the can aside.
SYDNEY SIMON: Bring it Nina. I don't care how great you think you are because when it's all done I'm going to take your belt and I'm going to look fuckin' sexy as fuck wearing it.
Sydney grabs a second beer before leaning over and grabbing a pink baseball bat with studs built into it. She throws that over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at the camera before heading out of her locker room towards the ring. It was time for a fight.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"Bad Girls" by M.I.A blares through the arena as Sydney Simon makes her way out and down to the ring.
Torres: introducing first from Ventura, California...weighing in at a weight of one hundred and thirty-nine pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches…she is the challenger....SYDNEEEEEEYYYYYYY SIMOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Sei to Shi to Kimi” by MUCC plays through the arena speakers as Nina Stokes, Pride of 1WM Championship belt secured around her waist, followed closely behind by Joshua Samson, Esq., makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Miami, Florida…weighing in at a weight of one hundred and forty pounds….standing ata height of five feet six inches….representing The Samson Family….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...she is Jidai no Makuake….NINNNNNNNAAAAAA STOKEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You can already feel the tension in the ring…
America: This is about to get real interesting!
Arley: I know I said it last month in the Kong but I'ma say it again. I really wanna put the screws to Nina. I know Syd gonna be doin' that herself tonight, but dang…her face is just…punchable.
America: I'd say you fit that descript..
Arley: ANYWAY, these mad bijes are bout to fight! Let's GO!
Sure enough, Nina and Sydney both get face to face with one another. They begin to exchange words as the referee tries to separate the two so that he can call for the bell. The two ignore him as their voices rise. When it becomes clear that the two aren’t going to listen, the referee steps away. Almost seconds later, the two begin to exchange vicious right hands with one another as the fans rise to their feet! The two woman brawl back and forth across the ring with no sign of stopping, the referee making one more half-hearted attempt to gain control of the match!
Arley: This Pride title match is freakin bananas before the bell even rings!
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: So, is this even going to become a match?
Arley: Yeah, it counts from here on out. Technically. Hah!
America: I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?
Sydney is able to take control of the brawl as she knocks Nina back against the ropes. Nina grabs hold of them and tries to regain her composure. Shaking her head, Sydney runs at Nina to strike – only to have Nina kick her in the mouth! Sydney stumbles back from the impact. Nina shakes her head and runs at her – hitting Sydney with a big spear that sends her crashing to the mat! She tries to pound away on Sydney on the mat as both women roll out to the floor and continue to brawl.
Taj: I have a feeling that this is about to get even more violent!
America: You can just TELL that they don’t like each other!
Arley: When the storm clouds hang overhead, it almost ALWAYS makes for a better match. Watch Nina and Sydney prove it!
Nina continues her attack on Sydney on the floor. She grabs hold of her and drags Sydney up to her feet. Nina runs with Sydney and throws her HARD into the steel steps! She then drags Sydney back up to her feet once again. This time, she lifts her into the air and drops Sydney onto the guard rail! Sydney bounces off of it and hits the floor. Nina shakes her head and plays up to the fans for a moment, getting a mixed reaction in return. Nina ignores it and runs forward – trying to deliver a running knee that sends Sydney into the guard rail! Sydney ducks out of the way at the last possible second and Nina’s knee hits the guard rail instead!
Arley: Oof. It will take anyone off their game. Trust me on that!
Taj: That probably didn’t feel too good…
America: Nina shouldn’t have taunted! She got blinded by the attention!
Sydney pulls Nina up to her feet. She yells something that’s largely impossible to understand at her. She then slaps Nina in the face and begins to pound away on her with a series of forearm strikes. Nina tries to defend herself, but can’t before Sydney throws her into the ring apron! She bounces Nina’s head off of it before spinning her around and delivering some vicious chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOOO!
Nina tries to stumble away from Sydney, who responds by chasing her down and throwing her into the ring post! Nina’s head bounces off of it as she falls to the floor!
Taj: I’m not even sure who’s winning this...looks like Sydney?
America: Maybe?
Arley: Ya know who is really winning? The fans! This is freakin COOL.
Sydney begins to laugh as Nina tries to crawl back up to her feet. Sydney makes her way over toward Nina’s arm and grabs hold of her. She leans down and whispers in Nina’s ear, making sure that Nina is fully aware of the fact that she is better. Nina grits her teeth as Sydney pauses for just another moment. She savors the feeling before going to lock in a possible submission hold. Unfortunately for her, Nina powers her way out of Sydney’s grasp. She wrestles Sydney to the floor and instead flips her over so that she can lock in Quietus Redux (grounded Crossface-Chickenwing)! Sydney’s eyes go wide in pain. Nina pulls back on the hold even more causing Sydney to begrudgingly tap out.
Arley: Ohh. I feel for her. Trust me, Syd. It's better to go tap than to go snap! Good choice. Yet, this one is over.
Taj: I...can’t believe what we just saw…
America: Honestly? Same!
Nina steps away from Sydney and holds her arms out. She soaks in the crowd’s response, both positive and negative. She is handed her Pride title and makes her way over toward a cameraman and gets in the cameraman’s face.
Nina: Do you see what I just did? That’s why I’m better…
Nina then turns around to face Sydney – who steps forward and BLASTS her with a kendo stick shot to the face!
Arley: YO what the hecking fakk?! Sydney got wood, and she ain't afraid to use it!
Nina falls to the canvas in pain as Sydney calmly walks to the back.
Taj: What exactly did we just see?
America: I don’t know...but it’s pretty obvious that these two don’t like each other AT ALL…
Arley: Yuh, Watson. Yer powers of deduction are astounding. Well be back, folks!
The camera cut to the backstage locker room of the Mechanical Animals where we see that all of the furniture has been moved to one side of the room as the man himself, Raijin Hunter, is preparing for his match by working out with a pair of Persian Clubs, his muscular arms flexing and pulling in ways in ways that look extremely uncomfortable as he works the clubs without regarding the camera.
Rai: It takes work and dedication to do this, and truth be told I can do this for hours on end because working these Persian Clubs is a great way to exercise as they use present resistance in movement to develop strength and mobility, always to be swung in unison, this helps to not only work on one’s body but mind as well.
Raijin then stops what he is doing and sets the two clubs down, both very a very heavy sounding thud before he regards the camera with a very dark look.
Rai: I do this every day, without fail, constantly preparing for each and every single match that I am in, win…lose…or draw. I do this because while some people simply got into this business, I was born to do this. My parents were professional wrestlers, champions in their own right, but more to the point they both loved this industry and they passed that love down to me.
Unlike you, Q.
You love to go around, boasting about how great you are, and yet when the moment comes all you can do is show much you bloody suck at this sport. I mean sure, you can shit talk like the best of professional hockey goons…but that’s about it.
I mean take the Calamity Chamber last month for a prime example. You spent the entire time boasting about how great you were rather than focus on what was truly important in the match and when the actual chamber match happened, you entered at a late number and didn’t even last five minutes!
Rai then gives the camera a wry grin.
Rai: While yours truly entered much earlier in the match and lasted well over an hour.
That was three times longer than your sorry ass.
The grin then disappears from Raijin’s face.
Now, I understand that you think that you are a bad woman, Q, but this is a different game and you, you are swimming with sharks and right now you're about to stand in the ring...eye to eye...with a great white and I am *STARVING*... and I smell blood.
Now I was more than content with trying with Wil to become a tag team champion here in this promotion, but the more and more I watched you brag about how great you were yet stumble through each and every single match that you were in and then with how poorly that you did at Calamity Chamber…well then it was past time for me to take matters in hand.
That is why I suddenly changed course and started my ascent to the One Wrestle Movement World’s Heavyweight championship, Q. That is why tonight you are going to lose the only thing that makes you revealent in this industry any further.
Tonight, I am going to shut up every single fucking person who said that my becoming a wrestler was nothing but a joke.
That means your mouthpiece in Joshua Samson, who will very shortly be choking on his words.
And that goes triple for you, America. For every single time that you’ve singled me out and insulted me for doing nothing more than fucking wrestle!
Tonight, I give this promotion a champion who actually wants to fucking be here and is willing to put his body on the line time and time again. A champion who isn’t afraid to lose the title if it’s time to lose the championship because he’ll do what the fuck is best for this company!
The grin then returns to Raijin’s face.
Rai: Come now Q, let us go to war…you and I.
The screen then cuts to a commercial.
Streaming LIVE August 30th, 2023 from The Barker Hangar Event Center in Santa Monica, California
Torres: The following contest is the LEGENDARY FORTY-ONE “HOT GIRL SUMMER II” MAIN EVENT !!
The crowd pops.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
"Heart of a Champion" by Hollywood Undead ft. Papa Roach & Ice Nine Kills as Raijin Hunter makes his way out to a mixture of jeers and cheers from the crowd.
Torres: Introducing first from The Lodge in Amsterdam….weighing in at a weight of two hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….representing The Mechanical Animals….he is the challenger…. The Dark Phoenix….RAIJIIIIINNNNN HUNTEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons blares throughout the arena as “Ya Girl” Q, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship title belt secured around her waist, followed by Joshua Samson, Esq., makes her way out to a heavy dose of jeers.
Torres: Making her way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in ata weight of one hundred and twenty eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing The Samson Family….she is the current reigning and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You have got to believe that Raijin is going to do everything he can in this match to make the most out of this shot at the World Heavyweight Championship!
America: I think he’s already begun to! Look at Q’s taped up leg!
Arley: Oh yeah. That's gonna be a problem, I can just see it. It's gonna be a target. I can also see that. This is INTERESTING, no?
Taj: Good point! Q’s reign may be in serious jeopardy here tonight!
America: I wouldn’t go that far, Taj. I mean Q IS the Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion we have had…no debating.
Q glares at Raijin from across the ring. She hands the referee her title belt and the referee raises it in the air from the center of the ring for all to see. The referee signals for the bell, and the timekeeper rings it, commencing the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Q lunges forward and performs a double leg takedown and mounts Raijin, drilling him with furious right hands! Raijin manages to push Q off and wriggle away. Raijin gets back to his feet but Q performs another double leg takedown and starts to deliver some more furious right hands! Raijin manages to escape again, getting back to his feet. Q keeps on the pace and runs at him, drilling him with a clothesline over the top rope, sending both tumbling to the outside.
Arley: Man, if I took on THIS version of Q, I would be over the gotdang MOON!
Taj: Q is starting this match off quite like what we expected she would...angry and ready to fight!
The crowd cheers excitedly as both get to their feet. Q lunges at Raijin, but Raijin cuts her off, drilling her with a kick to the taped leg! Q goes down to a knee in pain, allowing Raijin to grab her by the head and toss her head first into the ring post! Q crumples to the ground as Raijin takes a second to gain his bearings. Raijin then goes over to Q, lifts her to her feet and into the air, before dropping her shin across the barricade! Q clutches her leg in pain before Raijin rolls her back into the ring. Raijin slides into the ring.
Raijin pulls Q up and quickly hits her in the jaw with the Maverick Crash (elbow strike), moving just enough out of range of her attempting a strike of her own. Raijin quickly takes her down to the mat where he starts to unload on her with elbow and forearm strikes! Q is able to scramble back up, deadlifts Raijin up, and then down in a Saito suplex! She quickly grabs his right leg and then hauls him up into a teardrop suplex at which point she then floats over, pain etched onto her face as most of her weight goes onto her bad knee as she goes for a deadlift Northern Lights suplex. Rai is able to block her by hitting a snap suplex which he keeps ahold of her by transitioning his grip and hitting her with a gutwrench suplex before adjusting his grip again and hitting an Exploder on her before finally hitting a Devil Windmill Suplex which he bridges for the pin attempt.
One…
Two…Q kicks out!
Arley: Gotta do more than that, Hunter!
Taj: Raijin is already honing in on that leg of Q’s and even though I can’t say I like it, it’s a smart strategy!
America: You can’t say you like it? You’re not supposed to take sides!
Taj: You’re one to talk…
Arley: Hah. Should I whack her upside the head again for ol time sa..
America: NO!
Raijin quickly grabs Q’s leg and slides back out of the ring, bringing Q over to the turnbuckle. Raijin swings Q’s leg, crashing it into the side of the ring post from the outside! Q cries out in pain as Raijin grins sinisterly. Raijin grabs Q’s leg and goes to do it again, but Q kicks Raijin in the face with her other leg. She pulls back and kicks Raijin a second, sending him spiraling back into the barricade! Q slaps her leg a couple of times, trying to stave off the pain and get some feeling back into it.
Arley: Q has fought tooth and gotdang nail, but the leg of hers really has proven to be a problem. The champ could really be in peril!
Raijin hops onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. Raijin dives off the top, but Q ducks out of the way. Raijin lands on his feet, tucks, and rolls. Raijin turns around and gets drilled with a clothesline from Q! Raijin gets back up and runs into another clothesline from Ya Girl! Raijin gets back to his feet, but before Q can attempt another move, Raijin nails her with a dropkick to the bad leg, taking Q down to the mat. Q rolls onto her back and Raijin hits a running senton splash! Raijin brings Q to her feet and then nails her with the Silver Chariot (Over the shoulder sitout scoop slam)!
Arley: SILVER CHARIOT on the gotdang money! Raijin with a chance to be the champion here!
Raijin hooks the leg as he covers.
One…
Two…Q gets the shoulder up!
Arley: Q still be in this!
Taj: Raijin has been in near complete control and the champ is in trouble here!
Q rolls over to the ropes, attempting to get to her feet. Raijin runs over to Q, but Q pulls the top rope down, sending Raijin over the top rope! However, Raijin hangs on to the top rope, positioning himself on the apron. Q turns around and Raijin grabs her head and runs her over to the corner, trying to drive her head into the turnbuckle. However Q puts her foot on the middle turnbuckle to block the move, grabs Raijin by the head, and rams his face into the turnbuckle! Raijin goes crashing down to the outside of the ring! Q takes a second and then climbs to the turnbuckle, albeit with difficulty. Raijin takes advantage of her slow pace, pops up on the apron, and kicks Q in the head, knocking her backwards into the ring.
Arley: Ya can't say that Raijin Hunter doesn't know exactly what he is doing right now!
Taj: By targeting that leg, Raijin is limiting Q’s offense!
Raijin waits for Q to get to her feet and then leaps up onto the top rope and then springboards off. Q catches Raijin on her shoulders in an impressive feat of strength and drills him with a powerbomb into the turnbuckle! Raijin slumps down into a seated position as Q limp runs over into the opposite corner. She then charges and hits Raijin with a cannonball splash! Q pulls Raijin out of the corner and goes for a cover!
One…
Two…Raijin kicks out!
Arley: Gots to be cutting it fine there!
Q immediately locks Raijin in a sleeperhold, trying to keep the challenger grounded. Raijin struggles, fighting up to his feet. He elbows Q in the midsection, again, and then again, causing her to release the hold and stagger back. Raijin steps back and snaps off a rolling elbow! Q staggers, but doesn’t fall. Raijin runs and bounces off the ropes but gets caught with a Samoan drop from the champion! Q grabs a downed Raijin and starts drilling him with angry right hands! Q grabs Raijin by the head and brings him to his feet. However, Raijin shoves her away and then blasts her with a heel kick! Q goes down to a knee stunned. Raijin looks at the champion and then runs and bounces off the ropes. Raijin attempts a big boot, but Q ducks down to the mat, dodging the blow.
Arley: Look out!
Raijin crashes and Q gets to her feet. Raijin turns right around into a hurricanrana by Q! Q walks over to the corner, still favoring her leg, and climbs the turnbuckle. Raijin pops up and hops up onto the middle turnbuckle. Q is ready, grabs him by the head, and nails him with a right and another, followed by a headbutt, sending Raijin back down to the mat. Q stands on the top and then leaps off coming down on Raijin with a frog splash! Q hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Raijin kicks out!
Taj: Close call there!
Q brings the challenger to his feet before lifting him into the air and putting him on the top turnbuckle. Q climbs to the top with him, but the two both hit each other with right hands and send each other tumbling to the outside of the ring with a crash!
The crowd cheers as both try to stagger to their feet. Q runs at Raijin, who dodges and Q collides legs first into the steel steps, flipping over them. Q grimaces in pain! Raijin walks over to her and grabs her by the head, rolling her into the ring. Raijin hops up onto the apron, then springboards and twists, coming down right on Q’s leg with a high angle moonsault! Raijin grabs at Q’s leg and locks her in a single leg Boston crab!
Arley: BRUTAL single leg crap and Raijin is sittin DEEP on Q! This could be over soon, y'all!
Q nearly cries out in pain as she struggles in the hold, reaching for the bottom ropes. Raijin locks the hold in tighter! Q grits her teeth, pulling and inching before she’s finally able to grab onto the bottom ropes, forcing the break of the submission. Raijin keeps the hold on though forcing the referee to count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four… Raijin reluctantly releases it as the referee beckons Raijin to back away.
Q crawls up to her feet using the ropes, when Raijin runs and bounces off the ropes, clipping Q’s leg from behind! He then brings the champion up and drills her with a snap DDT! Raijin quickly grabs Q by her injured leg and pulls her to the turnbuckle. He smiles at Q before quickly locking in a Bret Hart-style ring post sharpshooter! Raijin does a little “hello wave” at America with a evil smile on his face before he starts to really torque on Q’s knee as well as punching it a couple of times!
Arley: Hah! It's almost as though that one's for YOU, leatherface!
America: Forget that little raisinette wanna be Jacob Striker! Joshua Samson was right about him.
The referee gets to a four count before Raijin finally releases the hold and slips back into the ring, pulling Q along with him. Raijin goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
T…KICK OUT!!
Arley: We ALMOST had a new champion there!
Taj: Almost but no cigar!
Q rolls away but Raijin gives chase, grabbing onto Q’s leg. Q brings herself up using the ropes and spins around, snapping off an enziguri, bringing Raijin to a knee. Q staggers up and then plants Raijin with a Samoan drop! The crowd roars, but Q quickly grips her leg in pain, unable to take advantage. Q climbs to her feet, fighting through the pain. She goes over to Raijin and brings him to his feet, but Raijin blasts her with a spinning reverse slap! Q is caught off guard and Raijin grabs her and executes Shallow Grave (Kneeling Ganso Bomb)! Raijin goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!
The crowd goes CRAZY as Q stays in this.
Arley: Dang, Q got freakin TOUGH. I'll give her that!
Raijin immediately goes at Q and lifts her, trying to execute The Tornado Spike (Rainmaker)! Q maneuvers out of the move. Raijin turns around and Q goes to hit him with a big boot, but Raijin blocks it by catching Q’s leg! Raijin tries to lock on an ankle lock of sorts but Q is able to flip and use her other leg strength to toss Raijin face first into the middle turnbuckle! Q gets back to her feet, grabs a stunned Raijin, and lifts and plants him with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! With an energy burst, Q hooks the leg as she covers.
Arley: BAM!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Arley: IT'S OVER! Q retains!
Torres: Here is your winner...AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Q!!
Taj: An extremely hard fought battle, but in the end Q was able to retain her title here tonight at Legendary Forty-One “Hot Girl Summer II”!
Arley: Aight. I'll say it. Yuh grrrl!
America: Was there ever any doubt?! Now that snotty punk nosed kid can get back to
his true place around here…back to the bottom!
Q hobbles to her feet as the referee hands her the World Championship belt. Q raises the title belt into the air, glares at Arley, and mouths “The Greatest”. Arley sarcastically waves back as she blows yet another gum bubble.
Arley: Heh. Hold it another couple hundred more days and we'll talk, sweetheart!
America: Don’t hate, Kirk, because Q is The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
Suddenly "Kashmir - Instrumental" by Led Zeppelin begins to rock Honolulu. The fans rise from their seats, looking toward the entrance ramp to see who has interrupted this winning moment.
Arley: DUN DUN DUN…DUN DUN DUN..wait.. I know who this be!
The crowd roars as Samantha Tolson steps out to the ramp, her Uprising World Championship and Hybrid Global Tag Team Championship on her thick shoulders, the plates covering the chest of her spaghetti strap Hawaiian-themed dress, worn with a set of baby blue heels. She holds a microphone to her lips, smiling and looking around the crowd until they finally settle down enough for her to speak.
Tolson: Well done, well done. Congratulations on your victory there, champ.
Samantha adjusts her two title belts just a bit, still smiling.
Tolson: But there's a new player in town, one that's pretty damn good…
She shrugs her shoulders a tiny bit, making the belts pop for effect.
Tolson: …at winning World Titles. Now before you get too far ahead of yourself, yes, Justice Cross beat me. She did so cleanly too, catching me with her finish when I wasn't expecting it. Good on her, seriously. I mean, no less an expert as Joshua Samson says I can't hang here in 1WM because of a single loss.
Samantha waits for a moment, a pause for dramatic effect.
Tolson: But we all know he's no real expert. Hell, I can't recall him ever being in the ring, and the titles on my shoulders very much tend to prove ol' Joshie wrong anyway.
Samantha smirks for a brief moment before continuing.
Tolson: I've said I'll earn my shot, and I'll stand by that. But when I do…it's not an if, by the way…I'll be adding the 1WM World Championship to these two beauties I hold currently.
Arley can't contain the laughter at what she perceives to be run of the mill arrogant trash talk.
Taj: Behave yourself, Arley.
Arley: Oh I'm sorry. Continue..
The crowd roars approval, forcing Samantha to wait until they quiet again.
Tolson: Just know this, champ. I'm coming…and sooner rather than later, I'll be the one you look up at, hand raised in the air, relieving you of that belt…by any means I deem necessary.
Samantha drops the microphone on the stage, a wide grin on her face as she stares into the ring.
Arley: Geez. A lot of these folk be movin' the hot air around these days, huh? Off-putting, Yuh? Welp. It's been rad, y'all. But I'm outtie.
With a final gum pop and a clanking sound, Arley removes her headset and places it on the desk before taking her leave.
Taj: Thank you for joining us for Legendary Forty-One “Hot Girl Summer II”! We'll see you all next month at Legendary Forty-Two “This Means War”! Say goodnight, America.
America: Goodnight America…
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Justice: Thanks for coming to the show.
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: You know, I am always glad to accompany you anywhere, especially to see you do what you do and retain your championship.
Justice: But that’s the thing, I could lose my belt tonight to Ricky Stanton in a Last Man Standing match. He went to the powers to be and told them that he wanted a special stipulation and it was granted. He thinks that he is going to not only just win this match but he will take my title, become the new Glory general manager, and then bench me from the show.
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I have always believed in you because in the over fifteen years we’ve been together I have seen you do some amazing things but I have to admit I am nervous for you. Not because I don’t believe in you but because Ricky has everything to gain and nothing to lose. Someone like that is dangerous.
Justice: You’re right. I have done some pretty amazing things but don’t forget that Ricky humiliated me in front of the world. This is my kind of match. You know me, ladders, tables, those just weren’t enough. I want to hurt him. But, I do understand why you are nervous about this match. I could go out there and get hurt which would cause me to lose everything I worked for such as my belt.
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I have got to see you put in the work to get everything you want. Including this 1WM Glory Championship and I want nothing more than for you to walk back here with that championship belt in your hands. Like I said though Ricky has nothing to lose and you do. So you gotta go out there and go into this match like you have nothing to lose.
Justice: All I can do is do my best. I mean there isn’t a Glory show so I don’t know why he wants to be the general manager of a non-existent show. I’ll be careful. I promise. The kids are already out in their seats so you can go there now if you want. Being here alone will give me time to think and focus on what I need to do in order to be the last man standing. No, the last woman standing. I mean seriously, do you think I’m going to let some guy walk into a ring or go round and round around the arena with me just so he can take my belt? I let that happen once already. I will come find you after the match ok?
“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Alright…I’ll leave you to it then. Just remember the kids and I are always in your corner no matter what. And we look forward to celebrating your victory tonight. I love you.
Anthony leans in and kisses Justice on the forehead. Giving him a hug before sending him on his way she would stand there watching him walk off.
One Wrestle Movement
In Association With
Splat! Network
Presents
Live from SimpliFi Arena at Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu, Hawaii
In Association With
Splat! Network
Presents
Live from SimpliFi Arena at Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu, Hawaii
The arena cameras pan around to catch the impressive Luau themed fireworks display while the fans grow louder and louder in anticipation. The hard cam shoots over to the commentary desk where America and Taj are beaming broadly while Arley pops a large gum bubble and then also grins as she chews.
Taj: GOOD EVENING and welcome to 1WM Hot Girl Summer Two! I must say, those pyrotechnics are absolutely stunning and so is the Sheriff Center!
America: As always, we have an impressively stacked card tonight, and also, we are once again joined by the “ever endearing” Suicide Blonde, Arley Kirk!
Taj: Say, Arley! What have you got as far as this awesome looking Hot Girl Summer card situation goes?
Arley: Jeebus, Taj. I tell you, I can't w..
Arley does not really get started before she is rudely cut off by ”Hella Good" blasting from the arena speakers.
America: What the hell? Who is..oh..
The fans start to BOOOO as Bianca's new music plays and she has a new video package to match, and Hawaii BOO louder still as Bianca Davis strides out onto the stage and laughs out loud as she encourages the negative attention. Bianca has the most cocky look on her face as she turns on what seems to be a lapel mic before making her way right for the commentary desk.
Bianca: SHUT UP, peasants!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
Arley: How to make friends and influence people, amirite? Oh fakk. She be comin' on over..
Taj: Arley, don't sw…
Bianca causes a scene as she reaches over the barricade wall and security has to work overtime, because Bianca merely pushes a woman off her chair, steals it and brings it with her.
Taj: WHAT the hell IS she..
Bianca: Move over, uggo. If you're allowed to be here, I deserve to be here more than you.
America: THE QUEEN OF 1WM! To what do we owe this pleasure?
Arley: Absolutely no..
Bianca: It's not your turn to talk, you clown.
Arley looks indignant.
America: Hahahaha.
Taj: Bianca. You're not supposed to b..
Bianca: SHUT IT, Taj. I'm going to talk and you are going to listen.
There is quiet from all three members of commentary, apart from the subtle passage of air from another of Arley's patented bubbles.
Bianca: You should not be paying attention to anything except for me, you should be kneeling, all three of you. So should these rude idiot fans. And so should you, Kirk!
Arley is busily concentrating on inflating a gum bubble, and also looking entirely bored.
Bianca: What an immature clown she is. Can you believe that she was the world champion? I can't. Anyhow. Eavan is getting destroyed tonight. I have a good mind to just turn around and dest..
**POP***
America: You are going to die, Kirk! You know that, right?
There is a raucous eruption of laughter from the fans as Arley's huge bubble bursts! Bianca screams loudly and grabs at her hair as the impossibly sticky substance bonds to the ends of Bianca's otherwise luscious locks. There is a crash and squeal in her headset as Arley falls off her chair laughing, with the crowd still joining her. It only increases as a ROPABLE Bianca Davis screams angrily while she runs backstage as fast as she can.
Arley: Hah. Enjoy, B. But more importantly, you're welcome everyone! Yo, are we gonna get to kickin off this show or NOT ya dawdlers? Let's geddit!
America: How can you be so casual about your wanton act of treason? Gosh!
Arley: Oh simmer down, rubber neck..
Taj: Yes. I agree, let's go to our opening contest!
Debut Match
Ace Sky vs. Silas Jessup
Ace Sky vs. Silas Jessup
Taj: I think that this opening match is going to knock it out of the park.
Arley: Ace Sky in his debut for One Wrestle, y'all! You know somethin'? You peeps are in for a TREAT. This is a world class high flier right here.
America Vaughn: Unli..
Arley: Shaddap, leatherface.
The referee looks at both men to make sure they’re ready before calling for the bell, the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
The two begin to circle around one another as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, they grapple up and begin to struggle for the advantage. Silas is able to take control as he hits Ace in the chest with a hard chop.
Taj: OH!
Crowd: WOOO!
Arley Kirk: Wooooo!
Silas follows it up with a second and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
America: Get it, Silas! Keep on it!
Arley: Y'all can tell that you don't want this, huh? Silas Jessup is a frustrated man, he be big mad! He gonna be lookin' to reclaim lost ground and he's makin' a good go of it already!
Silas then turns around and blasts Ace in the mouth with an elbow smash! Ace drops to a knee, Silas pulls him up, and hoists Ace into the air. The former Glory Champ launches the newcomer over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Ace crashes hard to the mat.
Arley: Silas seems to be doing just that, Vaughn.
Taj: This is the kind of start that Silas needed!
America: I don’t know why you’d expect anything different from him?!
Arley Kirk: Silas is frustrated because he be sick to death of counting the lights. It happens to us all, yo. Nobody is immune to hitting a talent wall in their careers that they must evolve in order to get past.
Ace crawls over to the nearest turnbuckle and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Silas quickly closes the gap and blasts Silas in the mouth with a forearm smash before dragging him over to the ropes. He shoots Ace across the ring. Silas tries to get into position to send Ace down to the mat with a back body drop on the rebound. Ace stops himself just short and hits Silas with a hard kick!
Arley: OOF..
The impact sends Silas stumbling back against the ropes, but he bounces off of them and charges forward with a fury! He blasts Silas with a massive clothesline!
Arley: Ya see that? Jessup just turned Ace Sky inside out with that!
He drops down and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…Ace kicks out!
Taj: That was a HUGE clothesline!
America: Tell me about it!
Silas grabs hold of Ace and drags him back up to his feet. He kicks him in the ribs and tries to pull him in for a DDT! Ace spins out of it at the last possible second! He leaps into the air and hits Silas in the mouth with a jumping knee strike!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Silas drops to a knee as Ace grabs hold of him. Seconds later, he has Silas planted on the mat with EOL (back to back double underhook piledriver)! Ace goes for the cover.
Arley: SWEET GEEBUS!
America: What kind of saying is that?
One…
Two…Silas kicks out!
Ace grabs hold of Silas and pulls him back up to his feet. He hits him with a knife edge chop to the chest, and then a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
Ace then takes a step back and tries to hit Silas with a superkick! Silas catches his foot in the air and shakes his head. He spins Ace around and then grabs hold of him. He tries to set Ace up for The Redeemer (Cross Rhodes).
Arley: If Silas can get this, Ace is a GONNER.
Before he can, however, Ace fights his way out of Silas’ grasp. This time, he successfully connects with a superkick!
Taj: This isn’t looking good for Silas!
Slyly smirking, ascends to the nearest top turnbuckle.
Arley: I think I know what this is, y'all. It's a thing of beauty..check it..
Seconds later, he launches off to connect with Galaxy Leap (diving shooting star press)! Ace goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Ace Skye!!!
Arley: Told ya!
Taj: Talk about a big debut win for Ace!
America: I’ll admit...it was impressive!
An enraged Silas gets to his feet as he watches Ace drop out of the ring and walk up the ramp. Sila grabs the referee by the collar of his shirt and threatens to punch him.
Arley: Yo! Silas! Stop! Don't do it, man!
The referee reminds Silas that he’s an official.
Taj: Silas better remember that that is an 1WM official that he is threatening!
America: If he punches the ref’s lights out I wouldn’t blame him! Silas is on a downward spiral and needs an outlet.
There is a *BFFT* sound from America's headset as Arley whacks her upside the head.
Arley: I needed an outlet.
Taj: Arley!!
Silas forcibly tosses the ref to the side, slides out of the ring, and grabs one of the cameras from the cameraman. He throws the piece of equipment to the ground, smashing it! Silas releases a primal scream as officials scramble down the ring en masse. Silas stomps past them without incident.
Arley: We gots us an angry young man here, my dudes. It's gonna be interesting to see what shape this may take in the coming weeks!
We cut to the backstage area where we see Mickey "Mouse" Greer walking in the backstage area, in the corridor where all the offices of the SimpliFi Arena are. He stops at the security office where he sees a couple of guards on duty watching monitors. He asks one of them a question.
Mickey Greer: Hi there, I was told you guys have a jail in the premises?
Guard: Yeah, it’s a couple of doors down, we haven’t arrested anyone tonight yet though, so it’s empty.
Mickey Greer: Really? I was asked to meet a wrestler there… Do you mind if I look anyway?
Guard: Sure, knock yourself out.
Mickey laughs nervously and simply nods. He walks down the hallway and sure enough, he comes across the holding rooms, all having large, bulletproof windows to see through and as the guard said, they are empty with the lights off. Mickey squints his eyes to see if he sees anyone in any of them, but nothing. He stands by a door and looks directly at the camera and shrugs.
Mickey Greer: I don’t know Jeff, Douglas Crane told me to meet him here…
Before cameraman Jeff can answer, the door swings open, an arm reaches out, wrapping itself around Mickey’s throat and drags him into the dark room. Mickey, much like the mouse he is, only manages to squeak before disappearing into the darkness. The camera man begins to turn and walk away, but Crane’s arm reaches out and pulls the camera man in as well by the collar of his shirt.
The scene goes dark briefly, but when it comes back, we’re inside the dark room, with the only light coming from Mickey’s cell phone camera as he has it sitting on the floor, pointing up, illuminating the face of Douglas Crane. He and the cameraman stand against the glass, across from Crane who begins speaking in the tone we have learned to associate with “the grappler”.
Douglas Crane: At Legendary 40, things didn’t go as planned and we let the chance at the World Title championship slip through my fingers…. I was hoping that winning that battle royal would be a good way to bounce back after losing, again, to that trailer park rat whose name is no longer important.
His voice changes.
Douglas Crane: We embarrassed ourselves ol’ sport…
His voices changes again as he jumps to his feet.
and we did not come to One Wrestle Movement to embarrass ourselves!
He sits back down, and his voice is back to monotone.
Douglas Crane: Settle down… We are a wrestler first and foremost, so we take pride in winning a match and we take it to heart when we lose one… and then another, to the same person… I am not a sports entertainer Mr. Personality, here to just put on a show despite the result… I am a wrestler, so winning matters to me. We are not keyboard warriors; I am not a social media butterfly Mr. Ricardo looking to engage in pointless written battles.
At the mentioned of a new name, and potentially new ‘personality’, Mickey tries to interrupt.
Mickey Greer: Mr. Ricardo? Who’s Mr. Ricardo?
But Crane doesn’t answer, simply glaring at him briefly causing Mickey to sit back and not say another word.
Douglas Crane: One Wrestle Movement was appealing to our valet because it was fresh, new, with its focused not on the wrestling drama, but just the wrestling… We didn’t expect anything to be handed to us, but I also didn’t expect this… start… Don’t get me wrong, 1WM is still very appealing to us, and we do think we can right the wrong in due time… and how we begin is by addressing something that happened at Legendary 39… with someone named… Oliver Black.
Crane pauses, closing his eyes and his face begins to contort, his facial expressions changing, as if he is fighting a struggle in his mind… He relaxes, takes a deep breath, and reopens his eyes, his blue eyes are just as cold, but remains relaxed.
Douglas Crane: Understand something Oliver, you tried to awake something that is not sleeping… You tried to provoke us in a way, we will admit, no one had tried before… We reacted the way we reacted because up to that point, no one had said those words back to us or at us… Up until the very point, we knew what it meant for “it” to say those words, but for someone else to say them… For someone like you to say them… It felt different… It both brought pain to us and delight… It angered us and it pleased us… It drove us mad and it gave us purpose all at the same time… I want to thank you for that experience, but we also want to give you fair warning… You haven’t begun to understand what those words truly, really mean… But something tells us, me warning you won’t stop you for coming back for more… and some of us, desperately want you to come back for more.
He stands up.
Douglas Crane: We will see you soon Oliver.
He looks towards Mickey and winks.
Douglas Crane: Thanks for booking the time for us ol’ sport, really appreciate ya. We’ll go get ready for our match with Ms. Matthews now.
He taps his forehead with his index and middle finger before making a waving motion with them as he leaves the room where the camera man quickly looks for a switch and turns the lights on.
Camera-man Jeff: Dude creeps the crap out of me.
Mickey Greer: Me too, but I am also intrigued… So much to unpack there, let’s get to work!
They leave the room as well as the scene fades to black.
The camera opens to a black and white scene. The wall covered in photos of Douglas Crane. Slowly a figure in a tattered black hoodie stalks into the cameras view. The figure paces back and forth like a caged animal before stopping and turning to face the camera, revealing the painted skeleton face of Oliver Black.
Oliver Black: Douggglllllasssssss
Oliver draws out the name of Douglas Crane in a sing song voice.
Oliver Black: Mr. Crane? Or is it Mr. Personality? Just who is it exactly I am talking to today?
Oliver furrows his eye brows in question as he slowly walks closer to the camera.
Oliver Black: I’d like to speak to the Monstrosity, if at all possible, old sport.
Black slowly reaches a warped finger, black chipped nail polish on his nails ,to the lens 9; the camera. Tapping it on the screen as if knocking on a door.
Oliver Black: Helllloooo, is anyone body there? Monstrosity? Are you in there? Can you hear me? Please come out and play with me!! Won’t you?
Oliver raises his hands in a pleasing gesture , sadistically chuckles to himself, slowly backing away from the camera.
Oliver Black: Release me.
Black whispers as the camera fades to black.
Singles Match
Oliver Black vs. Rebecca Maverick
Oliver Black vs. Rebecca Maverick
The referee checks on both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. Once they’re ready to go, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Oliver smirks as he moves toward Rebecca in the center of the ring. She stands ready and alert – knowing perfectly well who she’s in the ring with. Oliver decides to get aggressive, running forward and hitting Rebecca with a chop to the chest! He follows it up with a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Oliver grabs hold of Rebecca and tries to shoot her across the ring. Rebecca reverses the attempt and waits for Oliver to come back on the rebound. Unfortunately for her, Oliver is ready to strike – hitting Rebecca with a big forearm smash that knocks her off of her feet! Rebecca tries to pull herself back up to her feet quickly – only to walk into a snap suplex!
Arley: Not gonna lie. That was SWEET.
Taj: Oliver is in control to start this one off!
America: Well...I know I don’t like the guy, from what I’ve heard about his past, but he is ABSOLUTELY capable in the ring!
Rebecca wisely makes her way over to the ropes. She uses them to bring herself back up to her feet in a hurry, but Oliver quickly closes the gap between the two of them. He hits Rebecca with two quick chops before dragging her toward the middle of the ring. This time, he tries to get Rebecca into position for a Northern Lights suplex. Rebecca spins her way out of Oliver’s grasp. Oliver turns to face Rebecca, who leaps into the air and hits him in the mouth with a knee strike! Oliver stumbles around before Rebecca wrestles Oliver to the mat and tries to lock in a Fujiwara armbar. She just about gets it locked in, but Oliver is able to reach the ropes. The referee comes over and forces Rebecca to release the hold.
Taj: Oliver was able to keep Rebecca from really locking that hold in, but…
America: That just shows what makes her so dangerous!
Arley: Dang right it does. Oh and looky what we gots goin' on here!
Rebecca and the referee briefly stare each other down. Rebecca then grabs hold of Oliver and brings him back up to his feet. She wrenches his arm to try and wear him down before hitting him with a clubbing blow. Oliver pulls his arm back in pain. Rebecca bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up speed – Oliver cuts her off with a dropkick! He quickly goes for the cover.
Arley: For a dude his size to launch on a whim, that's amazing.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was close!
America: Oliver had Rebecca scouted perfectly there! If he can keep it up…he might win this!
Shaking his head, Oliver grabs hold of Rebecca and drags her back up to her feet. Oliver hits her with a few quick slaps to wear her down before grabbing Rebecca by the head. He tries to run over toward the ropes with her to plant her on the mat with a tornado DDT. Though he does get to the ropes, Rebecca blocks the attempt by crotching him on the ropes!
Arley: Olly's kids are gon' be born with a headache!
Male crowd: OHHHHHH!!!!
Oliver falls to the mat in pain, eyes wide. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet so that he can immediately get back on the attack. Rebecca appears to be ready for it. She runs forward and attempts to connect with a running forearm smash!
Arley: Swing and a miss!
Oliver dodges and is quickly able to lock in the Dust to Dust (Coquina Clutch)!
Arley: DUST TO DUST! DUST TO DUST!
Oliver locks it in perfectly, and even though Rebecca tries to escape, Oliver keeps the pressure applied. Eventually, Rebecca has no choice but to pass out..
Arley: Valiant effort by Maverick hangin' in there but she just couldn't withstand that excruciating hold!
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: The winner of this match via submission….Oliver Black!!
Taj: Oliver Black. I will say this much. While Maverick is NO slouch in this department herself, that man is a supremely talented technician, and he has taken on some of the best to ever do it.
Arley: Yuh grrrl. Bec got nothin to be ashamed of here, she also performed like only a One Wrestle Movement talent can too.
America: Will you two remove your lips from Black's butt cheeks already? I think I'm going to catch diabetes.
Arley: Kinda looks like you're halfway there already with the 27 times you hit up Starbucks erry day, Murica.
America: My caffeine consumption is NONE of your business, surfboa..
Taj: LET'S move on to our next match!
Singles Match
"Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane vs. Brianna Matthews
"Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane vs. Brianna Matthews
Arley: Yo! It's Bri! Known her for a real long time. She good. She just might pick it up tonight. This Douglas Crane though? He has really impressed me so far. He might just pick it up tonight too!
Taj: Truth, Taj. We're in for a great match and it only goes down here in 1WM!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Brianna and Crane both circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, Crane grabs hold of Brianna and shoots her across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet her and nails her with a big forearm shot! Brianna hits the mat hard but tries to pull herself up to her feet. Crane delivers a series of chops to Brianna’s chest before lifting her into the air and delivering a snap suplex! Crane floats over into a cover.
One…
Two..
TH…KICKOUT!!
Brianna starts to drag herself back up to her feet. Crane bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. He tries to hit Brianna with a knee strike, though she’s able to duck out of the way just in time. Crane stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance. Brianna smirks as Crane turns around to face her – leaping into the air and hitting him with an enziguri!
Arley: Huge proponent of the enziguri, yo. It always turns the tide when ya can get it on point like Bri just did!
Crane stumbles and drops to a knee. He recovers quickly, but not quick enough to keep Brianna from sending him crashing to the mat with a jumping double knee strike!
Arley: Bri be showin' her teeth tonight at Hot Girl Summer!
She hooks the leg and covers
One…
Two…Crane kicks out!
Taj: A good back and forth start!
America: Again, I’m not entirely sure why we chose to write Brianna off as much as we have! She’s good!
Arley: I already said that, leath..
Taj: Arley, c'mon.
Brianna makes it up to her feet and smiles. She skips around the ring while Crane drags himself to his feet. Once he’s up, she runs at him and hits him with a forearm smash! She follows it up with a second. She then grabs hold of Mr. Crane and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle. Crane slumps against it in pain. Brianna runs across the ring and tries to deliver a handspring back elbow in the corner! Just before she can make contact with Mr. Personality, he ducks out of the way! She crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers. Before she can regain her balance, Crane grabs hold of her and lifts her into the air. He delivers a belly to back suplex and bridges it into a pin.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was a BIG suplex!
Arley: As y'all can see, there's no nice landing on that one. Been yeeted with that many a time..
Brianna drags herself back up to her feet as Cranes runs at her. He tries to hit her with an enziguiri, though she ducks out of the way. She waits for Crane to reach his feet and leaps into the air for a dropkick, which he’s also able to block. He grabs hold of her and shoots her across the ring – lifting her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam on the rebound! Brianna hits the mat hard as Crane positions himself over her. He pauses for a moment before leaping into the air and trying to land on her with a standing splash! Brianna gets her knees into the air and blocks the attempt before rolling Crane up.
One…
Two…kick out!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Brianna runs at Crane to try and keep her momentum going. Unfortunately for her, Crane is ready to strike – stepping forward and delivering a vicious knee strike! Brianna drops down to the mat as Crane steps out onto the apron. He pauses for a moment and glares in the ring.
Taj: Wonder what he has in mind here?
America: Something violent I’m sure!
Brianna reaches her feet and steps toward the ropes. Crane springboards into the ring and hits Brianna with a clothesline! She crashes to the mat before Crane grabs her to apply the Release Me (cobra clutch)!
Taj: This one may be over, guys.
America: Oh this one is over for sure!
As Brianna begins to fade from consciousness, Crane screams at the top of his lungs, “Release me!” The ref quickly calls for the bell.
Torres: The winner of this match...Douglas Crane!!!
Singles Match
Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney vs. "Queen" Bianca Davis
Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney vs. "Queen" Bianca Davis
America: Well we are finally here and what a freaking mess this is! You're going to pay for that bubblegum stunt you pulled earlier, Kirk. That's a good three, maybe four inches of hair that Bianca was forced to cut off just to be able to work tonight! Are you happy with yourself?
Arley: Hahaha. C'mon, Murica. B been askin' for that for a loooong ass time! The audience agreed, that was pretty gotdang gold tooth hilarious. Gumbo really is a mess, huh?
America: STOP CALLING HER GUMBO! That's your queen, you insolent little sh..
Taj: For those who don't know…
Camera watches as Eavan walks down ringside as her music plays.
Taj:; Sykobitty is apparently dating "Pretty" Ricky Stanton! Meanwhile Bianca Davis is the tag team partner of the Pretty Boy and together they are the Tragic Kingdom, and now these two are in a match!
Arley: Tragic….Kingdom. Oh lort. I don't even know what to say. Ain't often I'm speechless!
America: It's a Tragic Kingdom for sure! No one knows what Ricky is thinking about this. The only thing we know is on his Social Media he said that a decision has been made.
Taj: Looks like we are about to find out what that decision is cause HERE HE COMES!
Arley: Great. Hooray. What a joyous occasion..
"Back in Black" by AC/DC hits the Speakers as Stanton comes out with mic in hand.
PRS: OK, OK, WE'RE NOT DOING THIS!
Arley: Good. Go home..
Stanton walks ringside as Eavan looks on from the ring with her hands on her hips.
PRS: I KNOW why One Wrestle did this! They did this intentionally and I'm going to put a stop to it right now!
The ref yells at Stanton reminding him he has no executive power to stop a match.
PRS: SHUT UP PUPPET!!!! B, listen to me back there before you even attempt to come down here. I know I have been busy and I know we haven't talked as much as we used to but I AM your Tag Team Partner
Eavan looks at Ricky with a cocked eyebrow.
PRS: WHOA...WHOA NOW BABES, Eavy babe hear me out hear me out! You know how I feel about you.
Arley: This is kinda starting to reek.
Eavan is saying something but no one can hear.
PRS: I get it and this is a sticky situation but you need to know that you are the best thing that has happened to me in like, a very, very, long time
The crowd is all boos.
PRS: SHUT UP THIRD SHIFT GAS STATION PIZZA LOVERS!
Arley: This coming from a man who goes around looking like a freshly cut peni..
Taj: ARLEY!
Ricky walks into the ring and looks at Eavan.
Taj: WHO'S SIDE IS HE ON?!
Arley: His own!
America: Probably…
Ricky walks over to Eavan and plants a huge kiss on her. Ricky is saying something that no one can hear. Suddenly, the camera cuts backstage to frantically rushing people.
Arley: What is this?
America: What the hell is going on now?!
Taj: I...have no idea…
The camera travels with the running people, Eavan and Ricky watching on the OneTron in confusion. Finally, the camera comes to find Bianca Davis lying on the floor, unconscious and covered in blood, as trainers and EMTs tend to her.
Arley: YO! Someone got stuck into Davis better than I did!
Taj: What the hell?!
America: Who got Bianca?!
In the ring, Eavan wastes no time and threatens the confused referee to start the match. He shrugs and calls for the bell.
Arley: Oh COME ON! Look. Bianca is an arrogant bit..beastly mannered woman but THIS isn't right! No, there's no way that zebra we call a referee is gonna take Maloney seriously!
DING DING DING!!!
Arley: ….You gots ta be yankin' me!
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Nine…
TEN!!
The referee calls for the bell again as Ricky looks on in a somewhat confused shock.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, Bianca Davis has failed to answer the official’s count of ten, therefore, your winner via count-out….Eavan Maloney!!
Taj: Eavan just scored a victory over the two-time Pride of 1WM Champion!
America: She did!
Arley: But who got to Bianca? I wanna know!
America: Ten to one I bet it was Ricky who did it before he even came out!
Arley: Nah. That can't be, Murica. Dude ain't that bold, surely. SURELY.
Taj: What an absolutely chaotic scene!
As the camera pans backstage again, the chaos of the night's events takes center stage. Suddenly, it zooms in on Ya Girl Q, standing tall with the 1WM World Heavyweight Title proudly strapped around her waist. A devious smirk plays on her lips as she holds her crutch over her shoulder, using it as a menacing prop.
Ya Girl Q: Well, well, well, looks like Bianca Davis finally got a taste of her own medicine. She thought she could attack my knee, weaken me, and get away with it? Oh, not on my watch.
With a swagger in her step, Ya Girl Q takes a few paces forward, her eyes gleaming with vindication.
Ya Girl Q: Oh, poor Bianca, all knocked out before her match? Let me tell you something, Bianca had it coming. She wanted to target my knee time and time again? Well, I decided to fight back.
The camera captures the wicked grin on Q's face as she lifts the crutch higher, emphasizing her point.
Ya Girl Q: Let's just say I paid her a little visit backstage, and she's got a one-way ticket to dreamland. She's tasted her own medicine, and I hope she chokes on it.
Q pauses for a moment, the intensity in her eyes showing a side of her rarely seen before.
Ya Girl Q: Tonight, Bianca learned that I'm not just a champion in that ring. I'm a warrior, and I don't back down from a fight. If she thinks she can mess with me, she better be ready to face the consequences.
Q takes a few steps backward, a sinister chuckle escaping her lips.
Ya Girl Q: Bianca, consider this a warning. You mess with me again, and I won't stop until you're begging for mercy. This is the era of Q and I’m not going to let you tear down what I’ve built. Not you, not Stanton, and definitely not Raijin Hunter later tonight. Let this serve as a lesson. I’ve worked too hard for too long to let my quest of being the most dominant 1WM Champion in history slip me by. I’m serious and when I’m serious, I’m dangerous.
As the camera zooms out, Ya Girl Q stands tall, the 1WM World Heavyweight Title glimmering in the dim light. Her message is clear - she's not to be trifled with, and anyone who tries to come for her will face the wrath of the unyielding champion, Ya Girl Q.
Walking into the gorilla position Justice would see everything going on and taking place for the production aspect of the show. Looking over she saw Brianna Matthews standing there so she walked over to her.
Justice: Hey. I got your message.
Brianna: Good.
Justice: Good? You sent me a text telling me to come talk to you down in the gorilla and all you can say is good?
Brianna: Yeah. I saw Anthony and your kids out there in the front row. Are you sure it is a good idea to let them be there? I mean Ian i-
Justice: They come to my shows all the time Brianna.
Brianna: Well yea I know but this is kind of a big match for you. It’s also a dangerous match. I mean you countered Ricky with a last man standing match. What were you thinking?
Justice: What was I thinking? Oh I don’t know probably about how he humiliated me in front of the entire fan base of 1WM. You saw what happened.
Brianna: Look I just don’t think your kids should be in the front row watching your match tonight. What if you get hurt?
Justice: I’ve been hurt before.
Brianna: Justice please don’t do this match. I can talk to Tapioca for you and get it turned real fast into a ladder match or a table match.
Justice: No.
Brianna: You’ve never been in a last man standing match before though. You don’t even know what to do. You’re still wanting this match knowing your husband and kids are here in the front row watching and your dad is at home watching?
Justice: What are you trying to say Brie? That you don’t think I can win?
Brianna: No. That’s not it at all. I just know more than anybody you worked really hard to get that belt away from Silas.
Justice: Yeah, I worked so hard I got on commentary and then climbed in the ring challenging him. Everyone seems to forget that Silas was the one who accepted that match. You know, people think I’m childish and don’t amount to anything in the ring but Silas never had to accept that challenge. I shouldn’t even be the Glory champion but here I am Brianna.
Brianna: I know people think that you don’t amount to anything but if they just watch you and let you show them I’m sure they will change their minds about you. What if you went out there and apologized to Ricky?
Justice: That’s not happening.
Brianna: You’re my sister. Please. I’ve never asked you for anything in your life.
Justice: Do you think I really want to go out there and have this match right now? I’ve never been in a last man standing match. I know that I could possibly get hurt and it could be very bad. This is my moment to shine. This is my moment to put Ricky in his place not to mention prove to people how wrong they are about me. Briann, this is my belt and I’ll be damned if some man tries to take this from me. I promise you that I will be alright.
Brianna: Are you sure about that?
Justice: No but my kids and husband are here tonight. And you know that everything I do is for them. It will be alright Brie.
Justice would put her arms around Brianna giving her a hug then. After a few moments she let go and walked to where she needed to and listened for her music so she could walk out on cue.
Glory Championship Match
Last Person Standing Match
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton vs. Justice Cross ©
Last Person Standing Match
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton vs. Justice Cross ©
Torres: The following is a LAST PERSON STANDING MATCH for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The lights go out and the Black Superman logo is shown on the big screen with AC DC's "Back in Black" blasting over the speakers. Just then "Pretty" Ricky Stanton comes out to the ramp and stands there.
Back in black, I hit the sack
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh
Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades.
Torres: In the ring first hailing from Richmond, Virginia….weighing at a weight of two hundred and ten pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….representing The Tragic Kingdom…..he is the challenger….he is Pretty….RICKKKKYYYY STANTOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
As the lights go out in the ring area, the entrance of the ramp is lit up by spotlights and the videotron of Justice Cross begins playing along with the spoken words “After all that you put me through, you’d think that I’d despise you, but in the end I wann thank you, cause you made me that much stronger.” Walking out onto that stage smirking then, Justice would go to the right side of the stage running her mouth to the fans and then to the left side doing the same. After doing this she would go to the middle of the stage where it stopped and met the top of the ramp taking her arms putting them through her belt and held it up in the air. She then undid the buckle and placed it over her shoulder as she walked down to the ring.
Once she made it down there she would go up to one of the fans at the bottom who she could hear talking to her and the two began to have a back and forth exchange of words. Looking to the fan she asked if they were done yet then held that title of hers up in the air in front of them. Smirking she turned around and went up the steps to the apron where she would step between the ropes. The ref would go up to her and take the title from her and she began to wait for Torres’ announcement.
Torres: In the ring hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at a weight of 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 current reigning and defending Glory Champion….she is JUSTICCCCCCEEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: How did we get here?
America: With these two? Why are you surprised that this is going to end like this?
Taj: Not only is this a Last Person Standing match for the Glory Championship but Stanton has the potential to become the General Manager of the Glory broadcast.
Arley: Ya know. It's hard to say this, but I know what happens when THIS guy has any kind of power. I shudder to think what is in store when he has a gotdang championship. We livin in strange times, yo.
DING DING DING!!!
The two walk out to meet each other in the middle of the ring. Without warning, Ricky rushes in.. Justice catches him coming in and spins into a spinebuster. Shocked, Ricky rolls away, clutching at his back. Justice gets back to her feet and tries to start stomping away on the challenger! Ricky continues to roll to the edge of the ring and goes over, tumbling to the floor. Justice jumps down and Ricky meets her with a punch to the breadbasket. Justice reacts to the sudden pain and Ricky runs her head first into the barricade! Justice rebounds off and Ricky runs her face first into the ringpost! Justice tumbles to the floor bleeding all over the place.
Arley: Oh sheet! Hah! Welp it ain't me for a change!
Taj: We have our first sighting of blood!
America: You had to know that this match is going to be a grotesque blood bath!
Ricky drags Justice up by her ankles and then gives her a catapult that lands her face first on the steel steps! The referee steps in to start counting her down.
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Justice starts to get up but Ricky moves in, dropping a knee to Justice’s face. Ricky backs off and the referee starts his count again.
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Justice starts to get up and Ricky shoves the referee out of the way, breaking up the count himself in the process.
Arley: Knuckleheads gon' knucklehead, man.
Taj: What is Ricky doing?
America: Not letting Justice have a second to recover!
Arley: You can't be serious.
Taj: But the referee was still counting...
America: And Ricky knew Justice was going to be up before it hit the number required so he didn’t bother waiting. Besides, we all know Ricky likes messing with people like this and he saw the opportunity presenting itself and seized it!
Arley: The ref getting bumped is pretty much a formality in a match such as this, you guys!
Ricky drills Justice with an almost sliding forearm shot to the face. Justice bounces off the floor and Ricky mounts her, raining stiff punches down on the Glory Champ’s face. After the blood starts to cover the champion, the referee steps in and pulls Ricky off to allow a count. The Pretty One glares at the referee but backs up a step.
One…
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Seven…Justice starts to move and again Ricky shoves the referee aside.
Arley: What the heck is Shamton playin' at? I'm wise to his brand of BS and I'll hand it to him, he got me stumped..
Ricky goes in to drill Justice with the forearm again only for Justice to catch him coming in with a drop toehold that lands Justice face first across the steel steps! Ricky’s head snaps back and Justice is able to roll away. Ricky leans over the steps, Justice runs up the steps, and hits an implant DDT on the steps!
Arley: YUH! That was brutal! Do it some more, Jus!
Justice rolls to the right and lands on her feet, using the post to hold herself up while Ricky, now bleeding equally profusely, rolls to the left and flops onto the floor like a newly-cut piece of meat.
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Seven…Ricky starts to sit up, the look in his eyes just as much surprise as pain.
Arley: Justice's name be pretty legit right now, cuz she be deliverin' some to this shady businessman!
Seeing the look on the referee’s face, Justice slowly makes her way around the steps. Ricky starts to pull himself to his feet but Justice gives him a big clothesline to the back that bounces him off the edge of the ring chest first! Ricky starts to stagger back, off-balance, and Justice gives him a dropkick that sends him tumbling over the steps to the other side of the floor! Justice climbs up onto the apron and glares over at Ricky as the challenger begins to regain his own upright posture. Justice runs across the apron and dives off into a cannonball that smashes Ricky into the railing!
Arley: THIS MATCH HAS GOTTEN RIDICULOUS!
Both competitors hit hard and land in a bloody heap on the floor! The referee moves in and begins his count on both simultaneously.
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Eight…Ricky pulls himself up on the steps while Justice uses the guardrail.
Both make it to their feet and then slowly turn to glare at the other. The two march out to each other and just start trading punches: Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice, Ricky, Justice!
Arley: They be teeing off on each other, yo! This is a fight, you guyses! This is a gotdang FIGHT!
Taj: It most definitely is that, Arley!
With both now bleeding fresh and visibly exhausted, they almost tumble into each other, each one keeping the other standing. Justice headbutts Ricky and watches as the challenger staggers back against the ring again. Justice goes to take a step and Ricky jumps up into a lunging clothesline. Justice goes down and Ricky drags her right back to her feet. As Justice stands, nearly limp, Ricky bitch slaps her across the face! Justice’s knees start to buckle but Ricky catches her across his shoulder. The challenger picks the champion up and carries her up the ramp onto the stage. Ricky walks over to a large crate being used as a set ornamentation and dumps the champion onto it. Ricky climbs up onto the crate, pulls Justice up, and hits Pretty Boy Drop (reverse DDT) onto the crate!
Arley: THAT CRATE HAD A FAMILY, YOU MONSTER!
America: Oh Justice is dead! She has to be!
Taj: Win or lose, Justice has proven that she has been a deserving Glory Champion!
The referee watches as Ricky drops down off the crate, leaving the champion laying bleeding.
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Eight…Justice starts to move.
Nine…Justice rolls almost absently, landing on her feet on the stage, leaning against the crate.
Arley: YUH GRRRL!!
Taj: She’s up! JUSTICE IS UP!!!
America: What?! The only reason she’s “standing” is that damn crate is holding her up!
Arley: Besides the point, bucket butt!
Taj: She’s still standing though!
America: Ricky should have won right now! This is just…
Arley: Ya selling JC short, Murica. She tougher than you! Watch!
There's another *BFFT* in America's headset as Arley's palm once more finds the back of her head.
America: OW! You better knock that off, Kirk!
Ricky slaps Justice again, sending her falling to one knee. Ricky watches, glaring down all the while. Ricky pulls her back up and slaps the taste (and blood) out of her mouth again! Justice slumps to one knee and Ricky just shakes his head. He pulls Justice up again and slaps her for the third straight time! Justice slumps to one knee again but looks up at Ricky. The challenger disgustedly pulls Justice up again and slaps her yet again.
Arley: Shamton beatin' her like a freakin drum!
This time, Justice does not slump. She starts to nod and begs Ricky to do it again. Ricky angrily slaps her for a fifth time! Justice nods almost excitedly, begging for more.
Arley: Hah!! That's it! Geddit, JC!
America: Justice has officially lost her mind!
Ricky rears back for another shot only for Justice to block it, catching the hand and twisting it! Ricky tries to jump up into a knee strike but Justice releases her grip on Ricky’s arm to catch his leg instead. Ricky lands awkwardly on the stage and Justice grabs his other leg. The champion steps back and executes a catapult that drives Ricky face first into the OneTron stanchion!
Arley: That COULDN'T possibly feel good! This might be it for Dicky Ricky!
Ricky collapses to the stage but quickly gets back to all fours. Justice gives him another implant DDT on the stage and then rolls over and away, landing her own feet down on the floor.
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Eight…Ricky staggers up to his feet, almost slipping on his own blood.
Ricky reaches for Justice but Justice tries to kick him away. Seeing she’s off balance, Ricky pushes her so that she hits the blood and slides right down hard onto her back!
Arley: OHHH man. That's unfortunate ay eff! Justice is..HOLD THE GOTDANG PHONE!
Suddenly from the backstage area an enormous figure rushes out and blasts Ricky over the head with a massive chairshot! Ricky slumps to the stage floor and the camera catches the full view of….
Taj and America: AKELI KEKOA!!
Arley: Kekoa in da HOUSE! This can only mean war!
Akeli pulls Ricky over into a reverse fireman’s carry. A barely conscious Ricky tries to get away but Akeli maintains his grip as he walks over a few steps to another dropoff of the stage. Aleki turns and hits a reverse Death Valley Driver that sends Ricky smashing down through a table positioned just off the stage!
Arley: CRASH! This has GOT to be it! Holy sh..
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Arley: What THEY said!
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Eight…Justice staggers up to her feet as she and Aleki look down at the unconscious Ricky.
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TEN!!
Arley: Stick a fork in this one! Pretty sure Kekoa would if he had one on hand, not gonna lie!
Taj: Dear God!!!!
Torres: The winner of this Last Person Standing match….AND STILL Glory Champion… Justice Cross!!
Justice’s music plays as Aleki stares down at a fallen Ricky buried in table remains. He lets out a primal roar much to the delight of the fans.
Aleki: Oooooo… Ah!
The official meets Justice at the top of the ramp and hands her the Glory Championship while raising her arm in victory. The physically exhausted and blood covered Justice and Aleki connect visually and the Samoan War Machine gives the champion a nod.
Arley: What is this? What is Aleki Kekoa freakin doing?
Aleki turns his attention back to Ricky who begins to stir under the rubble as medics attend to him. The camera catches some stinging words from the returning Aleki as he lords over his handiwork…
Aleki: This is WAR… bitch!
Arley: DANG! I got a crystal BALL for this shiz!
1WM goes to a backstage locker room which has a bunch of random weapons laying around it, kendo sticks, baseball bats, brass knuckles, chairs, barbed wire and a pile of tacks. Sitting next to them all wearing her mermaid themed ring gear is Sydney Simon. She is wrapping tape around her hands as she looks up at the camera.
SYDNEY SIMON: Nina Stokes, the motherfuckin' Pride of 1WM! Congratulations on that neat title. I'm not the pride of anyone or anything. I'm just a nasty girl who likes to fight.
Sydney reaches her hand up, biting the tape and ripping it before she looks back to the camera.
SYDNEY SIMON: I think that is why nobody thinks I can beat you. You are this great champion and you've beaten everyone who's been put in front of you and I'm the crazy girl who likes to make people bleed, drink beer and make out with her incredibly amazing girlfriend. I'm a simple girl. I'll be the first to admit that but I'm also incredibly tough and I can be as brutal as they get when I hear that bell.
She stands up now, stretching her arms, now dressed and ready for her upcoming match with Nina.
SYDNEY SIMON: So Nina, can I beat you? The simple answer is, yes. I can beat you and take your championship. The fact that you and your incel manager seem to think otherwise is not only ignorant but it's pretty fuckin' dumb. Get your head out of your asshole and realize that your championship is in danger. I can beat you and maybe I will tonight.
Sydney grins and gives a wink to the camera.
SYDNEY SIMON: Sydney Simon the Pride of 1WM has a pretty sweet ring to it, doesn't it? I'm sure I'm not a great champion to for press events or any of that shit but I'll certainly have fun representing this company and I won't do it with a stick up my ass. I'll make this company seem actually fun for a change.
Sydney then walks across the room, the camera panning after her. She grabs a beer from off the top of a small fridge and cracks it open.
SYDNEY SIMON: I'll be the underdog and I'll be underestimated. I don't give a shit about that. I'm going out there to kick Nina's face until her skull crushes in, slam my ass into her, take that belt, take my check and then go to the beach to party with the fuckin' Hawaiian fans. It's pretty simple.
Sydney takes a swig from her beer, chugging a little bit before tossing the can aside.
SYDNEY SIMON: Bring it Nina. I don't care how great you think you are because when it's all done I'm going to take your belt and I'm going to look fuckin' sexy as fuck wearing it.
Sydney grabs a second beer before leaning over and grabbing a pink baseball bat with studs built into it. She throws that over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at the camera before heading out of her locker room towards the ring. It was time for a fight.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Sydney Simon vs. Nina Stokes ©
Sydney Simon vs. Nina Stokes ©
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"Bad Girls" by M.I.A blares through the arena as Sydney Simon makes her way out and down to the ring.
Torres: introducing first from Ventura, California...weighing in at a weight of one hundred and thirty-nine pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches…she is the challenger....SYDNEEEEEEYYYYYYY SIMOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Sei to Shi to Kimi” by MUCC plays through the arena speakers as Nina Stokes, Pride of 1WM Championship belt secured around her waist, followed closely behind by Joshua Samson, Esq., makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Miami, Florida…weighing in at a weight of one hundred and forty pounds….standing ata height of five feet six inches….representing The Samson Family….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...she is Jidai no Makuake….NINNNNNNNAAAAAA STOKEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You can already feel the tension in the ring…
America: This is about to get real interesting!
Arley: I know I said it last month in the Kong but I'ma say it again. I really wanna put the screws to Nina. I know Syd gonna be doin' that herself tonight, but dang…her face is just…punchable.
America: I'd say you fit that descript..
Arley: ANYWAY, these mad bijes are bout to fight! Let's GO!
Sure enough, Nina and Sydney both get face to face with one another. They begin to exchange words as the referee tries to separate the two so that he can call for the bell. The two ignore him as their voices rise. When it becomes clear that the two aren’t going to listen, the referee steps away. Almost seconds later, the two begin to exchange vicious right hands with one another as the fans rise to their feet! The two woman brawl back and forth across the ring with no sign of stopping, the referee making one more half-hearted attempt to gain control of the match!
Arley: This Pride title match is freakin bananas before the bell even rings!
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: So, is this even going to become a match?
Arley: Yeah, it counts from here on out. Technically. Hah!
America: I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?
Sydney is able to take control of the brawl as she knocks Nina back against the ropes. Nina grabs hold of them and tries to regain her composure. Shaking her head, Sydney runs at Nina to strike – only to have Nina kick her in the mouth! Sydney stumbles back from the impact. Nina shakes her head and runs at her – hitting Sydney with a big spear that sends her crashing to the mat! She tries to pound away on Sydney on the mat as both women roll out to the floor and continue to brawl.
Taj: I have a feeling that this is about to get even more violent!
America: You can just TELL that they don’t like each other!
Arley: When the storm clouds hang overhead, it almost ALWAYS makes for a better match. Watch Nina and Sydney prove it!
Nina continues her attack on Sydney on the floor. She grabs hold of her and drags Sydney up to her feet. Nina runs with Sydney and throws her HARD into the steel steps! She then drags Sydney back up to her feet once again. This time, she lifts her into the air and drops Sydney onto the guard rail! Sydney bounces off of it and hits the floor. Nina shakes her head and plays up to the fans for a moment, getting a mixed reaction in return. Nina ignores it and runs forward – trying to deliver a running knee that sends Sydney into the guard rail! Sydney ducks out of the way at the last possible second and Nina’s knee hits the guard rail instead!
Arley: Oof. It will take anyone off their game. Trust me on that!
Taj: That probably didn’t feel too good…
America: Nina shouldn’t have taunted! She got blinded by the attention!
Sydney pulls Nina up to her feet. She yells something that’s largely impossible to understand at her. She then slaps Nina in the face and begins to pound away on her with a series of forearm strikes. Nina tries to defend herself, but can’t before Sydney throws her into the ring apron! She bounces Nina’s head off of it before spinning her around and delivering some vicious chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOOO!
Nina tries to stumble away from Sydney, who responds by chasing her down and throwing her into the ring post! Nina’s head bounces off of it as she falls to the floor!
Taj: I’m not even sure who’s winning this...looks like Sydney?
America: Maybe?
Arley: Ya know who is really winning? The fans! This is freakin COOL.
Sydney begins to laugh as Nina tries to crawl back up to her feet. Sydney makes her way over toward Nina’s arm and grabs hold of her. She leans down and whispers in Nina’s ear, making sure that Nina is fully aware of the fact that she is better. Nina grits her teeth as Sydney pauses for just another moment. She savors the feeling before going to lock in a possible submission hold. Unfortunately for her, Nina powers her way out of Sydney’s grasp. She wrestles Sydney to the floor and instead flips her over so that she can lock in Quietus Redux (grounded Crossface-Chickenwing)! Sydney’s eyes go wide in pain. Nina pulls back on the hold even more causing Sydney to begrudgingly tap out.
Arley: Ohh. I feel for her. Trust me, Syd. It's better to go tap than to go snap! Good choice. Yet, this one is over.
Taj: I...can’t believe what we just saw…
America: Honestly? Same!
Nina steps away from Sydney and holds her arms out. She soaks in the crowd’s response, both positive and negative. She is handed her Pride title and makes her way over toward a cameraman and gets in the cameraman’s face.
Nina: Do you see what I just did? That’s why I’m better…
Nina then turns around to face Sydney – who steps forward and BLASTS her with a kendo stick shot to the face!
Arley: YO what the hecking fakk?! Sydney got wood, and she ain't afraid to use it!
Nina falls to the canvas in pain as Sydney calmly walks to the back.
Taj: What exactly did we just see?
America: I don’t know...but it’s pretty obvious that these two don’t like each other AT ALL…
Arley: Yuh, Watson. Yer powers of deduction are astounding. Well be back, folks!
The camera cut to the backstage locker room of the Mechanical Animals where we see that all of the furniture has been moved to one side of the room as the man himself, Raijin Hunter, is preparing for his match by working out with a pair of Persian Clubs, his muscular arms flexing and pulling in ways in ways that look extremely uncomfortable as he works the clubs without regarding the camera.
Rai: It takes work and dedication to do this, and truth be told I can do this for hours on end because working these Persian Clubs is a great way to exercise as they use present resistance in movement to develop strength and mobility, always to be swung in unison, this helps to not only work on one’s body but mind as well.
Raijin then stops what he is doing and sets the two clubs down, both very a very heavy sounding thud before he regards the camera with a very dark look.
Rai: I do this every day, without fail, constantly preparing for each and every single match that I am in, win…lose…or draw. I do this because while some people simply got into this business, I was born to do this. My parents were professional wrestlers, champions in their own right, but more to the point they both loved this industry and they passed that love down to me.
Unlike you, Q.
You love to go around, boasting about how great you are, and yet when the moment comes all you can do is show much you bloody suck at this sport. I mean sure, you can shit talk like the best of professional hockey goons…but that’s about it.
I mean take the Calamity Chamber last month for a prime example. You spent the entire time boasting about how great you were rather than focus on what was truly important in the match and when the actual chamber match happened, you entered at a late number and didn’t even last five minutes!
Rai then gives the camera a wry grin.
Rai: While yours truly entered much earlier in the match and lasted well over an hour.
That was three times longer than your sorry ass.
The grin then disappears from Raijin’s face.
Now, I understand that you think that you are a bad woman, Q, but this is a different game and you, you are swimming with sharks and right now you're about to stand in the ring...eye to eye...with a great white and I am *STARVING*... and I smell blood.
Now I was more than content with trying with Wil to become a tag team champion here in this promotion, but the more and more I watched you brag about how great you were yet stumble through each and every single match that you were in and then with how poorly that you did at Calamity Chamber…well then it was past time for me to take matters in hand.
That is why I suddenly changed course and started my ascent to the One Wrestle Movement World’s Heavyweight championship, Q. That is why tonight you are going to lose the only thing that makes you revealent in this industry any further.
Tonight, I am going to shut up every single fucking person who said that my becoming a wrestler was nothing but a joke.
That means your mouthpiece in Joshua Samson, who will very shortly be choking on his words.
And that goes triple for you, America. For every single time that you’ve singled me out and insulted me for doing nothing more than fucking wrestle!
Tonight, I give this promotion a champion who actually wants to fucking be here and is willing to put his body on the line time and time again. A champion who isn’t afraid to lose the title if it’s time to lose the championship because he’ll do what the fuck is best for this company!
The grin then returns to Raijin’s face.
Rai: Come now Q, let us go to war…you and I.
The screen then cuts to a commercial.
Streaming LIVE August 30th, 2023 from The Barker Hangar Event Center in Santa Monica, California
Legendary 41 Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter vs. "Ya Girl" Q ©
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter vs. "Ya Girl" Q ©
Torres: The following contest is the LEGENDARY FORTY-ONE “HOT GIRL SUMMER II” MAIN EVENT !!
The crowd pops.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
"Heart of a Champion" by Hollywood Undead ft. Papa Roach & Ice Nine Kills as Raijin Hunter makes his way out to a mixture of jeers and cheers from the crowd.
Torres: Introducing first from The Lodge in Amsterdam….weighing in at a weight of two hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….representing The Mechanical Animals….he is the challenger…. The Dark Phoenix….RAIJIIIIINNNNN HUNTEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons blares throughout the arena as “Ya Girl” Q, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship title belt secured around her waist, followed by Joshua Samson, Esq., makes her way out to a heavy dose of jeers.
Torres: Making her way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in ata weight of one hundred and twenty eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing The Samson Family….she is the current reigning and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You have got to believe that Raijin is going to do everything he can in this match to make the most out of this shot at the World Heavyweight Championship!
America: I think he’s already begun to! Look at Q’s taped up leg!
Arley: Oh yeah. That's gonna be a problem, I can just see it. It's gonna be a target. I can also see that. This is INTERESTING, no?
Taj: Good point! Q’s reign may be in serious jeopardy here tonight!
America: I wouldn’t go that far, Taj. I mean Q IS the Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion we have had…no debating.
Q glares at Raijin from across the ring. She hands the referee her title belt and the referee raises it in the air from the center of the ring for all to see. The referee signals for the bell, and the timekeeper rings it, commencing the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Q lunges forward and performs a double leg takedown and mounts Raijin, drilling him with furious right hands! Raijin manages to push Q off and wriggle away. Raijin gets back to his feet but Q performs another double leg takedown and starts to deliver some more furious right hands! Raijin manages to escape again, getting back to his feet. Q keeps on the pace and runs at him, drilling him with a clothesline over the top rope, sending both tumbling to the outside.
Arley: Man, if I took on THIS version of Q, I would be over the gotdang MOON!
Taj: Q is starting this match off quite like what we expected she would...angry and ready to fight!
The crowd cheers excitedly as both get to their feet. Q lunges at Raijin, but Raijin cuts her off, drilling her with a kick to the taped leg! Q goes down to a knee in pain, allowing Raijin to grab her by the head and toss her head first into the ring post! Q crumples to the ground as Raijin takes a second to gain his bearings. Raijin then goes over to Q, lifts her to her feet and into the air, before dropping her shin across the barricade! Q clutches her leg in pain before Raijin rolls her back into the ring. Raijin slides into the ring.
Raijin pulls Q up and quickly hits her in the jaw with the Maverick Crash (elbow strike), moving just enough out of range of her attempting a strike of her own. Raijin quickly takes her down to the mat where he starts to unload on her with elbow and forearm strikes! Q is able to scramble back up, deadlifts Raijin up, and then down in a Saito suplex! She quickly grabs his right leg and then hauls him up into a teardrop suplex at which point she then floats over, pain etched onto her face as most of her weight goes onto her bad knee as she goes for a deadlift Northern Lights suplex. Rai is able to block her by hitting a snap suplex which he keeps ahold of her by transitioning his grip and hitting her with a gutwrench suplex before adjusting his grip again and hitting an Exploder on her before finally hitting a Devil Windmill Suplex which he bridges for the pin attempt.
One…
Two…Q kicks out!
Arley: Gotta do more than that, Hunter!
Taj: Raijin is already honing in on that leg of Q’s and even though I can’t say I like it, it’s a smart strategy!
America: You can’t say you like it? You’re not supposed to take sides!
Taj: You’re one to talk…
Arley: Hah. Should I whack her upside the head again for ol time sa..
America: NO!
Raijin quickly grabs Q’s leg and slides back out of the ring, bringing Q over to the turnbuckle. Raijin swings Q’s leg, crashing it into the side of the ring post from the outside! Q cries out in pain as Raijin grins sinisterly. Raijin grabs Q’s leg and goes to do it again, but Q kicks Raijin in the face with her other leg. She pulls back and kicks Raijin a second, sending him spiraling back into the barricade! Q slaps her leg a couple of times, trying to stave off the pain and get some feeling back into it.
Arley: Q has fought tooth and gotdang nail, but the leg of hers really has proven to be a problem. The champ could really be in peril!
Raijin hops onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. Raijin dives off the top, but Q ducks out of the way. Raijin lands on his feet, tucks, and rolls. Raijin turns around and gets drilled with a clothesline from Q! Raijin gets back up and runs into another clothesline from Ya Girl! Raijin gets back to his feet, but before Q can attempt another move, Raijin nails her with a dropkick to the bad leg, taking Q down to the mat. Q rolls onto her back and Raijin hits a running senton splash! Raijin brings Q to her feet and then nails her with the Silver Chariot (Over the shoulder sitout scoop slam)!
Arley: SILVER CHARIOT on the gotdang money! Raijin with a chance to be the champion here!
Raijin hooks the leg as he covers.
One…
Two…Q gets the shoulder up!
Arley: Q still be in this!
Taj: Raijin has been in near complete control and the champ is in trouble here!
Q rolls over to the ropes, attempting to get to her feet. Raijin runs over to Q, but Q pulls the top rope down, sending Raijin over the top rope! However, Raijin hangs on to the top rope, positioning himself on the apron. Q turns around and Raijin grabs her head and runs her over to the corner, trying to drive her head into the turnbuckle. However Q puts her foot on the middle turnbuckle to block the move, grabs Raijin by the head, and rams his face into the turnbuckle! Raijin goes crashing down to the outside of the ring! Q takes a second and then climbs to the turnbuckle, albeit with difficulty. Raijin takes advantage of her slow pace, pops up on the apron, and kicks Q in the head, knocking her backwards into the ring.
Arley: Ya can't say that Raijin Hunter doesn't know exactly what he is doing right now!
Taj: By targeting that leg, Raijin is limiting Q’s offense!
Raijin waits for Q to get to her feet and then leaps up onto the top rope and then springboards off. Q catches Raijin on her shoulders in an impressive feat of strength and drills him with a powerbomb into the turnbuckle! Raijin slumps down into a seated position as Q limp runs over into the opposite corner. She then charges and hits Raijin with a cannonball splash! Q pulls Raijin out of the corner and goes for a cover!
One…
Two…Raijin kicks out!
Arley: Gots to be cutting it fine there!
Q immediately locks Raijin in a sleeperhold, trying to keep the challenger grounded. Raijin struggles, fighting up to his feet. He elbows Q in the midsection, again, and then again, causing her to release the hold and stagger back. Raijin steps back and snaps off a rolling elbow! Q staggers, but doesn’t fall. Raijin runs and bounces off the ropes but gets caught with a Samoan drop from the champion! Q grabs a downed Raijin and starts drilling him with angry right hands! Q grabs Raijin by the head and brings him to his feet. However, Raijin shoves her away and then blasts her with a heel kick! Q goes down to a knee stunned. Raijin looks at the champion and then runs and bounces off the ropes. Raijin attempts a big boot, but Q ducks down to the mat, dodging the blow.
Arley: Look out!
Raijin crashes and Q gets to her feet. Raijin turns right around into a hurricanrana by Q! Q walks over to the corner, still favoring her leg, and climbs the turnbuckle. Raijin pops up and hops up onto the middle turnbuckle. Q is ready, grabs him by the head, and nails him with a right and another, followed by a headbutt, sending Raijin back down to the mat. Q stands on the top and then leaps off coming down on Raijin with a frog splash! Q hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Raijin kicks out!
Taj: Close call there!
Q brings the challenger to his feet before lifting him into the air and putting him on the top turnbuckle. Q climbs to the top with him, but the two both hit each other with right hands and send each other tumbling to the outside of the ring with a crash!
The crowd cheers as both try to stagger to their feet. Q runs at Raijin, who dodges and Q collides legs first into the steel steps, flipping over them. Q grimaces in pain! Raijin walks over to her and grabs her by the head, rolling her into the ring. Raijin hops up onto the apron, then springboards and twists, coming down right on Q’s leg with a high angle moonsault! Raijin grabs at Q’s leg and locks her in a single leg Boston crab!
Arley: BRUTAL single leg crap and Raijin is sittin DEEP on Q! This could be over soon, y'all!
Q nearly cries out in pain as she struggles in the hold, reaching for the bottom ropes. Raijin locks the hold in tighter! Q grits her teeth, pulling and inching before she’s finally able to grab onto the bottom ropes, forcing the break of the submission. Raijin keeps the hold on though forcing the referee to count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four… Raijin reluctantly releases it as the referee beckons Raijin to back away.
Q crawls up to her feet using the ropes, when Raijin runs and bounces off the ropes, clipping Q’s leg from behind! He then brings the champion up and drills her with a snap DDT! Raijin quickly grabs Q by her injured leg and pulls her to the turnbuckle. He smiles at Q before quickly locking in a Bret Hart-style ring post sharpshooter! Raijin does a little “hello wave” at America with a evil smile on his face before he starts to really torque on Q’s knee as well as punching it a couple of times!
Arley: Hah! It's almost as though that one's for YOU, leatherface!
America: Forget that little raisinette wanna be Jacob Striker! Joshua Samson was right about him.
The referee gets to a four count before Raijin finally releases the hold and slips back into the ring, pulling Q along with him. Raijin goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
T…KICK OUT!!
Arley: We ALMOST had a new champion there!
Taj: Almost but no cigar!
Q rolls away but Raijin gives chase, grabbing onto Q’s leg. Q brings herself up using the ropes and spins around, snapping off an enziguri, bringing Raijin to a knee. Q staggers up and then plants Raijin with a Samoan drop! The crowd roars, but Q quickly grips her leg in pain, unable to take advantage. Q climbs to her feet, fighting through the pain. She goes over to Raijin and brings him to his feet, but Raijin blasts her with a spinning reverse slap! Q is caught off guard and Raijin grabs her and executes Shallow Grave (Kneeling Ganso Bomb)! Raijin goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
TH…SHOULDER UP!!
The crowd goes CRAZY as Q stays in this.
Arley: Dang, Q got freakin TOUGH. I'll give her that!
Raijin immediately goes at Q and lifts her, trying to execute The Tornado Spike (Rainmaker)! Q maneuvers out of the move. Raijin turns around and Q goes to hit him with a big boot, but Raijin blocks it by catching Q’s leg! Raijin tries to lock on an ankle lock of sorts but Q is able to flip and use her other leg strength to toss Raijin face first into the middle turnbuckle! Q gets back to her feet, grabs a stunned Raijin, and lifts and plants him with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! With an energy burst, Q hooks the leg as she covers.
Arley: BAM!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Arley: IT'S OVER! Q retains!
Torres: Here is your winner...AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Q!!
Taj: An extremely hard fought battle, but in the end Q was able to retain her title here tonight at Legendary Forty-One “Hot Girl Summer II”!
Arley: Aight. I'll say it. Yuh grrrl!
America: Was there ever any doubt?! Now that snotty punk nosed kid can get back to
his true place around here…back to the bottom!
Q hobbles to her feet as the referee hands her the World Championship belt. Q raises the title belt into the air, glares at Arley, and mouths “The Greatest”. Arley sarcastically waves back as she blows yet another gum bubble.
Arley: Heh. Hold it another couple hundred more days and we'll talk, sweetheart!
America: Don’t hate, Kirk, because Q is The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
Suddenly "Kashmir - Instrumental" by Led Zeppelin begins to rock Honolulu. The fans rise from their seats, looking toward the entrance ramp to see who has interrupted this winning moment.
Arley: DUN DUN DUN…DUN DUN DUN..wait.. I know who this be!
The crowd roars as Samantha Tolson steps out to the ramp, her Uprising World Championship and Hybrid Global Tag Team Championship on her thick shoulders, the plates covering the chest of her spaghetti strap Hawaiian-themed dress, worn with a set of baby blue heels. She holds a microphone to her lips, smiling and looking around the crowd until they finally settle down enough for her to speak.
Tolson: Well done, well done. Congratulations on your victory there, champ.
Samantha adjusts her two title belts just a bit, still smiling.
Tolson: But there's a new player in town, one that's pretty damn good…
She shrugs her shoulders a tiny bit, making the belts pop for effect.
Tolson: …at winning World Titles. Now before you get too far ahead of yourself, yes, Justice Cross beat me. She did so cleanly too, catching me with her finish when I wasn't expecting it. Good on her, seriously. I mean, no less an expert as Joshua Samson says I can't hang here in 1WM because of a single loss.
Samantha waits for a moment, a pause for dramatic effect.
Tolson: But we all know he's no real expert. Hell, I can't recall him ever being in the ring, and the titles on my shoulders very much tend to prove ol' Joshie wrong anyway.
Samantha smirks for a brief moment before continuing.
Tolson: I've said I'll earn my shot, and I'll stand by that. But when I do…it's not an if, by the way…I'll be adding the 1WM World Championship to these two beauties I hold currently.
Arley can't contain the laughter at what she perceives to be run of the mill arrogant trash talk.
Taj: Behave yourself, Arley.
Arley: Oh I'm sorry. Continue..
The crowd roars approval, forcing Samantha to wait until they quiet again.
Tolson: Just know this, champ. I'm coming…and sooner rather than later, I'll be the one you look up at, hand raised in the air, relieving you of that belt…by any means I deem necessary.
Samantha drops the microphone on the stage, a wide grin on her face as she stares into the ring.
Arley: Geez. A lot of these folk be movin' the hot air around these days, huh? Off-putting, Yuh? Welp. It's been rad, y'all. But I'm outtie.
With a final gum pop and a clanking sound, Arley removes her headset and places it on the desk before taking her leave.
Taj: Thank you for joining us for Legendary Forty-One “Hot Girl Summer II”! We'll see you all next month at Legendary Forty-Two “This Means War”! Say goodnight, America.
America: Goodnight America…
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