Post by Cedric Southern on Sept 6, 2023 20:35:58 GMT -8
The scene opens to backstage where the foreboding figure of Travis Levitt sits, tying up his wrestling boots and watching his actions intently. Beside him, his business manager Jessica Pryce is standing, and she's speaking already, as we've cut halfway through.
Jessica Pryce: "......just telling you not to take this lightly. Rowena is dangerous and she wil---"
Travis Levitt: "I get it Miss Pryce. Rowena is dangerous and scary and she could hurt me. She'll use anything she can get her hands on, and I need to take this match seriously. Is that all?"
Travis finally finished tying up his boots and then looked up at Jessica who huffed at the reprimand in his tone.
Jessica Pryce: "I am just trying to protect you, and protect the investment Pryce Industries has put in you."
Travis Levitt: "You want to make good on your investment? Then let me actually focus for five bloody minu----"
As if on cue there comes a knock at the door and Travis sighs. Looking at the blonde for a long moment before speaking again.
Travis Levitt: "Something else on my schedule today?"
Jessica Pryce: "Nothing I know of."
Travis slowly climbs to his feet and heads for the door. Opening it wide he smiles as standing in the doorway is 1WM superstar, Prince Ryder! Travis stares at Ryder for a moment and then turns to Jessica and jerks his head to the doorway.
Travis Levitt: "I'll see you after the show, Miss Pryce."
Jessica Pryce: "We've still got t----"
Travis Levitt: "Jessica. After the show."
There's a long moment before she closes her folder and nods, and then heads out the door with a gentle smile at Ryder as she steps past him. Travis waits a moment and then his gaze turns to Ryder and he jerks his head to invite him in.
He nodded once, making sure to keep his eyes focused in on the only individual left inside the locker room with him, Travis Levitt.
William Ryder: I'm sorry for the random visit to your locker room on a night that clearly means a lot to you and the pretty blonde that just walked out of your locker room. Listen, I didn't come over here to start shit with you or give you a hard time with you being the new guy and all. I came over here tonight because I can see this shit means the world to you and that is something I can relate to and appreciate seeing around a place like this.
The "Prince" clearly saw something in the self-proclaimed "Dragon" that not many people including himself; were able to see underneath the exterior shell he presented on the surface. He was able to see a lot of himself in Travis Levitt and wanted to find out if the feeling was mutual.
William Ryder: "The last thing I want is to come between you and whatever relationship you and Blondie have going on behind the scenes. Either way, I can see the thirst and hunger in your eyes and can tell how much you want this to work not only for you, but your partner as well. Whatever leash she has wrapped around your neck right now because she decided to take a shot in the dark on you and your wrestling career in an attempt to make a quick profit off of you before moving on to something else more appealing. I think the two of us could work out a partnership that doesn't involve private contracts, attorneys, or stressing finding the money you owe Blondie because the payment date is due. Fuck everything about that toxic partnership and focus on no one but you tonight when preparing for your match against Rowena. Tell Miss Pryce she can come see me personally if the time comes for her to collect her monthly check from you. Got it?"
He shared a small confident smirk across his lips while he continued to look in the direction of Travis Levitt: allowing him the chance to breathe and digest everything he mentioned over the last few minutes. Travis stares at him for a moment and then smiles and shakes his head.
Travis Levitt: "I know who you are, Ryder. The Prince himself has come to welcome me to 1WM, and I have to tell you, I'm flattered. You're a superstar in a denizen of mall rats, and I can appreciate how much it means for you to come and see me yourself. I respect it, and I respect you. So you talk of help, and partnerships, and you intrigue me, and I think we can work something out."
He grins for a moment longer but then points in the way Jessica had left and shakes his head.
Travis Levitt: "But that leash is my mess to deal with. And I'll deal with it on my own terms. They did me a great favor by getting me, my body, and my mind ready to wrestle again. Pryce Industries dragged me back from the depths, and its a small pittance to pay for getting the ability to kick down some jaws again. But as for you and me, Prince. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
And with that, Travis sticks his hand out towards Ryder.
William Ryder: "You know, it takes a lot of balls to stand here and admit the things you just did to me. You took things upon yourself to scratch that itch in order to insert yourself back into the fold for perhaps what could very well be the last run of your historic career OR it could very well be the beginning of something special that people will remember decades from now. Who in the hell will be stupid enough to stand in our way of the Dragon Prince? No one in that locker room with an ounce of common sense would want that on their plate unless they were looking for an early retirement and monthly social security checks mailed to them for the rest of their pathetic lives!"
Prince Ryder would then extend his hand out towards the hand of the man he now viewed as a friend. Ryder tightly shook the patiently waiting hand to honor the agreement both men had just discussed in private with each other.
William Ryder: "Good luck tonight in your debut match versus that fucking emo Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice wannabe fan girl Rowena Byrne. Earlier today I had no choice but to walk past her in the hallway and let me tell you that bitch reeked of menthol cigarette smoke and daddy issues!"
The Prince chuckled slightly at the amusement of his own joke before he decided it was time to leave the locker room in order to give Travis much needed time and space to focus on his upcoming match he has coming up in a little bit.
Scene fades to black.
The arena comes to life and the Santa Monica crowd is loud enough to just about drown out the sound of Legendary's theme music, only proceeding to almost drown out the pyrotechnics too! The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
Taj: WELCOME TO LEGENDARY FORTY-TWO!!
America: THIS MEANS WAR!!
Taj: We have an action packed show in store for you tonight.
America: So instead of flapping your gums about it like you normally do…how about we get right into it?!
Before the bell sounds, a screeching Rowena runs at Travis and begins to swing wildly with furious lefts and rights!
America: Talk about crazed banshees!
Taj: Rowena is taking the fight to Travis immediately!
The referee yells at Rowena to get back so he can start the match but Rowena keeps swinging as Travis covers himself up. The referee grabs Rowena by the waist and tries to lift her away from Travis, but Rowena wriggles free and goes after the veteran again, still screeching and flailing wildly!
Taj: WE NEED OFFICIALS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!
Two more referees come from the back and help the referee in the ring restrain Rowena, eventually able to roll her out of the ring. The refs maintain grips on Rowena as they drag her up the ramp, kicking her legs wildly, still yelling belligerently at Travis. Travis watches her, holding his head, confused. The remaining referee in the ring shrugs and calls for the bell.
Torres: The referee has declared this match…a no contest!
Taj: Well...uh...we didn’t get to see this debut match here tonight because Rowena...well…
America: Say it, Taj! She’s crazy! Rowena is crazy!
Rowena is dragged to the back, her yells still being heard throughout the arena.
Samantha Tolson sits on a chair in her locker room, dressed in her trademark purple PLMM singlet ahead of her match with Ace Sky. She smirks as she begins to sing.
"Oh where oh where has our little Ace gone? Oh where oh where could he be? He seems to be silent about this match, since he knows he's losing to me."
Samantha smirks once again, then speaks normally.
"Ace, I said it as soon as this match was announced. I'm going to make an example of you, not because I hate you. I don't, though I think some of your…umm…personal habits…are a bit on the questionable side. No, Ace, I'm making an example of you because these people in this company need to understand."
Samantha takes a breath as she looks into the camera.
"I didn't come here to be a face in the crowd, another mindless talent hoping for a chance. No. I came here because I want the 1WM World Championship, and I will not stop, I will not rest, until I have it around my waist. So Ace, you get the ignominious task of being the poor sap who gets to show this entire roster that I'm not one to be taken lightly."
"I'm not Aleki Kekoa. I won't say a title is my birthright or something equally as stupid. I'm not going to sit here and believe it will be easy to do, because being a World Champion is never easy. I'm not going to sit here and say it'll even happen soon, because I've said I'll earn my shot."
"But when I get that shot, I sure as hell won't be missing."
"Ace Sky, you're the proof. The proff I'm a woman of my word. I will beat you by any means I deem necessary, and I will beat you because I'm highly motivated and prepared to do so. You? You haven't even acknowledged we have a goddamn match. Nearly a month, and you have yet to say anything."
"Too busy self-fellating yourself?"
"Bottom line is I couldn't possibly care less, because I'm going to use you as a stepping stone."
"So get ready, Ace. Tonight, this company will have no choice but to believe."
"And you all. Will. Believe."
Samantha stands up and walks away from the camera.
DING DING DING
The ref has to scramble for this one. Maloney and Jessup surge forward into an intense lock up. Jessup gets a waistlock takedown, moving in to drag Eavan up but she scores with a one hand snapmare and Silas cringes with pain and the crowd gets louder when she boots him right in the spine twice and gets him in a mat based headlock.
Taj: Aggression early from Sykobitty!
Eavan moves to drag Silas up but he is able to power out of her headlock and shoot her into the ropes. Maloney ducks the clothesline attempt. The fans grow more excited when Eavan launches for a springboard cross body but Jessup jumps back. He aims..
Crowd: OHHHH!!!!
America: Woah huge rolling elbow strike!
Taj: I'm not sure if this cover is going to work so soon!
One…
T…Maloney kicks out!
Jessup wastes no time looking for the figure four, but Maloney boots him away and dropkicks him right in the knees before sending him flying with a northern lights suplex. As Silas slowly gets to his feet, Maloney storms in with a bulldog attempt but Silas turns at the last possible second..
Taj: Silas replies with a nasty looking belly to belly suplex!
Eavan gets back up, and she turns around..
America: SUPERKICK! Silas Jessup thinks that this could be it.
One…
Two…
T..Eavan groggily gets the shoulder up.
Taj: Almost, but not quite!
Silas snarls with anger and he angrily smacks the mat.
America: This kid has to watch it with his anger problems right now. They're only causing him more problems!
Taj: Oh! Don't look now! Maloney's getting a flurry of punches for her trouble!
The crowd start to BOO as Silas lays in with this brutal and sudden outburst before he drags Eavan up, only to try for a big boot..
Taj: Maloney rolls out of the way! She's back up to her feet!
America: SYKOBITTY STUNNER out of nowhere!
The live fans are on their feet as Silas hits the deck hard and Eavan drops, hooking the leg.
One..
Two…
THRE..Silas gets the shoulder up!
Taj: That was like a two and three quarter count, and this time, Eavan can't believe it!
America: Jessup is tenacious if nothing else.
Eavan drills Silas with a a fast forearm and she tries for the cover again
One…
Two…Silas gets the shoulder up again
Eavan takes a deep breath as she gets up to a kneeling position. The fan volume boosts up again as she grabs an arm and reels Jessup into the TAP OR DIE
Taj: Jessup struggles stay in this..
America: Hold up!
The fans get loud as Silas pulls off a feat of strength, getting to his feet in the underhook sleeper position before managing to break free and swing around..
Taj: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
The fans are amazed as Silas sends Eavan crashing into the corner. As she falls down and gets back up, Silas tries for another big boot..
America: Maloney gets out of the way and Silas gets crotched on the top turnbuckle!
Eavan wastes no time, running in and bringing Silas down with a nasty top rope german suplex!
Taj: Oh! This really could be it now!
One..
Two…
TH…Silas kicks out!
Once more, Eavan is in disbelief. She scowls with determination, and she takes an arm, slowly hauling Jessup up to a standing position.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Taj: Eavan Maloney is frustrated and she's going crazy with the chops!
Silas blocks a fourth attempt and the crowd volume gets even louder as he responds with his own chop flurry and then doubles her over with a knee before swinging her around..
Taj: L.A RECLAMATION PROJECT! This might be done, folks!
One…
Two…
TH…Maloney gets the shoulder up!
Silas sits up with sweat cascading down his face, and he utters a scream of anger. Silas gets a BOO as he uses his forearm to pin Eavan to the mat, the referee getting to the four count before Silas finally lets go.
Taj: You're right, America. We have an angry young man on our hands.
Silas angrily drags Maloney to her feet before whipping her into the corner and scoring a harsh corner clothesline before putting her up on ghebtkl rope and going for a superplex..
America: Maloney trying to fight out of this!
The fans cheer as Eavan manages to break out and shove Jessup off the top rope, hitting a mushroom stomp before she hooks Silus up in the underhook sleeper again, the crowd once more on their feet!
Taj: TAP OR DIE! TAP OR DIE!
Silus tries to hang on but he is forced to submit.
Taj: SYKOBITTY taking it home tonight against Silas Jessup!
America: WOAH HOLD ON A MINUTE HERE..
Maloney's music is playing and she watches on the rampway as Silas Jessup screams angrily as he gets up. The crowd BOO and Eavan covers her mouth as Silas lets out a roar before knocking the ref down unconscious! He stomps him as he stands, getting more boos before he slides out of the ring, kicking the announce table several times!
Taj: HEY! STOP IT!
Silas: ARGH!
He grabs one of the monitors and that thing flies as he throws it into the ring.
Taj: GEEZ! Silas Jessup has lost the plot!
Silas yells as he grabs the padding around ringside and begins to throw it in various directions.
Crowd: BOOO
Taj: Oh that poor kid and his sign..
Silas grabs a 1WM poster that a kid in the aisle was holding and ripped it to shreds before throwing it back at him. There are several bleeps while this is all happening as Silas goes on a cursing streak.
America: Now he's up on the stage taking it out on the video wall!
The fans boo Silas as he gives them two middle fingers before kicking the wall one more time, ripping the entrance curtains halfway down and disappearing backstage.
Backstage Glory GM "Pretty" Ricky Stanton is backstage walking down a hallway when he gets a text. He stops, looks, and laughs out loud just as Alyssa walks up to him.
Alyssa: Looks like you're in a good mood for a change.
PRS: I just reviewed your background check which came back good as I knew it would and…
Just then Aleki Kekoa walks up looking at Alyssa.
AK: ....Alyssa?
Alyssa: Aleki? I....I can't believe it....it's....it's been years!
They hug as Stanton watches in shock covering his mouth.
AK: So what brings you to One Wrestle?
Looks at Stanton with distain as Stanton calls for his guards and they get in front of him.
Alyssa: Well I .....I work for SE right now
Stanton laughs in the background.
PRS: Oh THIS. IS. PRECIOUS! Oh wow!
AK: You...you what?
Alyssa: Yeah, the cruise? You know the one we're going on? Well I'm the ship's doctor? (AK looks shocked as he looks to the ground) Look, I know you two are in a match but I don't want this to be a thing.
Ricky is laughing hysterically.
PRS: I mean (laughing) Look at him! Stewwing like chitterlings on a stove about this --- stinking up the arena! (laughing) OH this is GOLD!
Just then AK jumps the guards.
PRS: OH THERE HE IS!! There's the animal we all know! How poetic is this!
Ricky's laughing just as AK dives on him! Alyssa jumps out the way as the two start brawling! 1WM security runs in to break up the fight as Stanton's goon run in and pull him back.
PRS: YOU'RE A JOKE AK! AND IMMA SHOW EVERYONE TONIGHT JUST HOW MUCH OF A JOKE YOU ARE!
DING DING DING!!!
The two competitors circle each other before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Samantha powers Ace back to the ropes, pauses just as they arrive, and then hip tosses the smaller Ace over. Ace lands hard and Samantha jumps on for a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Samantha sits him up and takes a side headlock. Ace rolls her over into a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Samantha holds onto her headlock and rolls back over into the seated position. Ace tries to roll her over onto her back again and Samantha rolls through, switching to a front facelock that lands both of them face down on the mat on their stomachs. Ace tries to sit up and Samantha switches the hold to a seated guillotine. Ace gets his feet underneath himself, stands up and reverses into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
One..
Two…kick out!
Taj: Samantha is showing off her skills tonight!
America: Can you believe you just had to say that about a decorated champion in this sport?
Taj: It’s not the first time she’s shown these off!
America: True enough…
Ace and Samantha start to get up. Ace jumps up looking for a tornado DDT. Samantha spins and then starts to reverse into her own Northern Lights suplex. Ace jumps over into a sunset flip but Samantha drops down into a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Samantha tries to get Ace’s leg but Ace manages to kick her in the face to get away. Both competitors get to their feet. Ace jumps into a spinning heel kick that knocks Samantha down. Ace goes for Cosmos' Cobra Clutch/ Deepspace Deprivation and manages to get it in! Samantha reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break. Ace pulls Samantha back but Samantha pulls Ace down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
As they start up, Ace gets in a dropkick to Samantha’s legs. Ace goes for a grapple but Samantha cradles him again. Ace rolls through and both release their grips. As they stand up, Samantha gets in a clothesline, pulls Ace up, and then hits Beautiful Oblivion Rendezvous (Cross Rhodes)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Samantha got him!
America: She did indeed….but isn’t that what’s she supposed to do?
Torres: Here is your winner….Samantha Tolson!
Backstage in the dimly lit corridor, Brianna Matthews stands tall, her presence commanding attention. She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes focused and determined, ready to share her thoughts about the upcoming tag team match.
Brianna Matthews: You know, when they say every challenge is an opportunity, they must have been talking about a match like tonight. Teaming up with Oliver Black against Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick, it's like stepping onto a battlefield of potential. And let me tell you, I'm all about seizing every damn opportunity that comes my way.
She takes a moment to take in a deep breath, the excitement coursing through her veins evident in her every movement.
Brianna Matthews: Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick, you're not just opponents – you're the barometer against which we measure ourselves tonight. It's not just about wins and losses; it's about pushing ourselves, pushing each other to our absolute limits. You've got skills, there's no denying that, and I respect that. But make no mistake, respect doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you.
Her eyes narrow, a fire burning within them as she speaks.
Brianna Matthews: Oliver and I, we've been preparing for this match like it's the last damn thing we'll ever do. We've studied your moves, analyzed your tactics, and we're ready to counter anything you throw our way. And let's not forget about Douglas – "Mr. Personality" himself. I've tangled with you before, and I know you're not one to hold back. But remember, charisma doesn't win matches; skill and determination do.
She pauses, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
Brianna Matthews: Rebecca, I've heard whispers about your fierce attitude and no-nonsense approach. It's a trait I can respect. But tonight, you're not facing just anyone; you're facing someone who thrives on challenge, who lives for the fight.
Her voice takes on a more intense tone, a mix of anticipation and readiness.
Brianna Matthews: So, Douglas, Rebecca, when that bell rings, I hope you're bringing your A-game. Because Oliver and I, we're bringing everything we've got. We're bringing heart, skill, and the kind of determination that's fueled by the desire to make a statement, to show that when Brianna Matthews steps into that ring, it's an event in itself.
With a final determined look into the camera, Brianna Matthews exudes an aura of unwavering confidence, her words a clear declaration of her intent for the upcoming tag team match.
The words “earlier today” are shown on the lower right hand side of the screen as we see Douglas Crane, dressed in a very expensive looking suit and shoes, walking down the hallway of a hotel. He stops once he gets to the desired room and knocks on the door. After a few seconds of no answer he knocks politely on the door again.
Douglas Crane: Maybe she is not in…
He waits patiently, hands clasped together, looking around, whistling a tune before his left eye twitches a bit and then he begins banging on the door.
“LET US IN YOU BITCH!”
Just then the door swings open and Rebecca Maverick is standing there, chair in hand, ready to kill somebody.
Rebecca Maverick: Who in the hell?!
Crane smiles and goes in for a hug but Rebecca puts the chair in between the two.
Douglas Crane: Rebecca baby! It’s us, Douglas Crane, your tag team partner for tonight!
Rebecca Maverick: I know who you are, freak, what the hell are you doing in my room?!
Douglas Crane: Ah, so you’re inviting us in, lovely!
Rebecca Maverick: What?! NO!
Douglas pushes her aside somewhat forcefully as he enters her hotel room and takes a seat on a chair by a desk.
Douglas Crane: Wow, your room is much nicer than ours sweetheart.
Rebecca Maverick: Hey, first of all, stop calling me baby and sweetheart and whatever else you might think of… Second of all, I didn’t say you could come in, third-
Douglas Crane: I mean no disrespect, just thought we could be friendly since we’re tagging tonight… That’s why I am here, so you can talk to The Grappler about match strategy.
Rebecca Maverick: Talk to who?
Douglas Crane: The Grappler…
Rebecca Maverick: Who is that?
Douglas Crane: The Grappler Douglas Crane.
Rebecca Maverick: So you go buy the grappler now?
Douglas Crane: Oh dear God no child, I’m merely his manager… Most people call me Mr. Personality, kind of silly but you know, fans are gonna name you what they want.
Rebecca Maverick: You’re Mr. Personality, but not “the grappler”?
Douglas Crane: Right.
Rebecca Maverick: But you’re the same person.
Douglas Crane: Only technically.
Rebecca Maverick: What the f-? Get out!
Douglas Crane: No, wait, please, look.
Douglas stands up and then grabs Rebecca by her shoulders and forcefully, but nicely, puts her in front of the mirror of the room. She shrugs him off.
Rebecca Maverick: Get off me!
Douglas Crane: Okay, okay! There, now just talk to him.
He points with both hands, palms up, at the mirror. She looks at him through the mirror then back at him.
Rebecca Maverick: I really don’t got time for any of this nonsense.
Douglas Crane: Please, just look.
She rolls her eyes, but looks, and still only sees him. She is about to turn back when he starts talking, but in a very different tone of voice that grabs her attention.
Douglas Crane: Listen here, “Pittsburgh Princess”, it’s really simple… You want to win this match just as badly as we do… Yeah we won our last match but we still have a long way to go if we want to climb the ranks of 1WM. I know you are new like us, so you have the same goal in mind. We can help each other out and winning this tag match tonight can help both of us tremendously… So what I need you to do is-
She holds up her finger.
Rebecca Maverick: Um, no. I don’t know what little game you’re playing here, but I’m not going to be a part of it… All YOU need to do tonight is hold your end of the deal… Tag me when you’re in trouble and I’ll tag you if I need to, though I doubt it… That’s it, simple enough. Don’t mess up!
Douglas responds, but he is back to his Mr. Personality voice.
Douglas Crane: But listen hon-, um, Ms. Maverick… Let us-
Rebecca Maverick: Noooope! I’m done, I’m out of here.
She grabs her things and storms out of the room.
Douglas Crane: But this is your room!
All you hear is the door being slammed. Douglas turns to his reflection in the mirror.
Douglas Crane: I think that went swell.
His reflection responds.
Douglas Crane: Oh shut up you old fool.
DING DING DING!!!
Brianna starts in only for Oliver to grab her by the arm and slow her down. Brianna looks back to him and the painted faced man simply nods to their opponents. Brianna looks over and sees Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick holding an intense conversation with each other. Brianna frowns while Oliver pats her on the shoulder reassuringly. Meanwhile, across the ring, Rebecca and Douglas’ discussion turns even more heated, hands gesturing this way and that as the crowd watches on, almost rooting them on to start fighting. Douglas points at Rebecca and then points at their opponents. Rebecca points at Douglas and then back to himself. Oliver smirks and nods knowingly while Brianna’s frown turns aggravated and irritated.
Taj: Look at this, Oliver thinks this is great!
America: Brianna looks annoyed but that’s no shock….
Taj: What are they doing?
America: I have no idea…
Rebecca gesticulates even more wildly, Douglas just looking back at the woman as if she’s being both stupid and a brat. Rebecca reacts poorly to this look and jabs a finger into Douglas’s face. Douglas moves the finger from his face and Rebecca puts it right back. Douglas slaps it away and Rebecca shoves Douglas. Douglas slaps Rebecca hard across the face and Rebecca shoves Douglas hard enough to send him into the ropes. Douglas waves Rebecca off dismissively. Rebecca flips Douglas off and then turns to go to the match. Douglas comes off the ropes and hits Rebecca with a Clothesline from Hell!.
Taj: This situation just exploded!
America: Rebecca Maverick was being an idiot and Douglas just showed her the consequences for such behavior!
Taj: And Oliver’s smile couldn’t get bigger if he wanted it to!
America: And Brianna looks like she wants to run somebody over!
Oliver nods to Brianna and the two charge across the ring. They send Douglas through the ropes and then Oliver moves in on the still down Rebecca. He drags Rebecca up and hits her with Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker). As Rebecca starts to go down, Brianna roars in and drills Rebecca with a jumping implant DDT! Rebecca goes down and Brianna covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Rebecca Maverick just got...
America: Douglas showed her a lesson in violence!
Taj: And Oliver and Brianna...
America: Were the instruments of said lesson!
Torres: Here are your winners… the team Brianna Matthews and Oliver Black!
The match is over but something seems to snap inside of Crane as he watches Oliver Black from outside the ring. As Oliver is about to exit the ring, Douglas slides into the ring, charges at Oliver, nailing him with a forearm to the head that causes Oliver to fall through the ropes and onto the apron.
Taj: Cheap-shot city!
America: Guess the match isn't over for Douglas Crane?
Crane steps to the outside as well, and then stomps on Black a few times before bringing him to his feet. This is when Oliver tries to fight back, nailing Crane with a few forearms of his own but Crane puts a stop to that with a few stiff knees to the stomach. With Oliver doubled over, Crane grabs him by his head and hooks it between his legs. He then lifts Oliver with a gut wrench before piledriving him on the apron!
Taj: Oh my God what the hell is wrong with this guy?! The match is clearly over, there is no need for this level of violence!
America: This level? I think he's about to take it up a notch...
Taj: But why? Why now?! Why not during the match?!
America: You're asking me why a deranged individual like Douglas Crane does what he does? You're even crazier than him!
As Oliver's body limply falls to the floor below, Crane drops to a push up position and then slithers towards him and begins to repeat those words again, going from a soft tone to down right screams...
Douglas Crane: Release me... release me.... RELEASE ME!
Crane looks under the ring and pulls out his small-handle axe he used at one point to threaten Sydney Simons... But unlike with Sydney, he actually uses it this time, mounting Oliver and then hitting him on his forehead with the back of it until he busts him open!
Taj: Okay this is getting to be too much, someone stop this!
America: Man ain't nobody getting anywhere near Crane while he is holding a damn axe!
Too true, as officials and referees plead with Crane to stop the carnage but Crane flips the axe around, and contemplates splitting Oliver's skull wide open but then he shakes his head, as if struggling mentally and then gets off Oliver, tossing the axe to the side and then beginning to walk away from him. The officials and refs back away and are about to go help Oliver when Crane stops and shakes his head.
Douglas Crane: No.. NO... NOT ENOUGH! HE WANTED THIS! RELEASE MEEEEE!
He turns back around with malice in his eyes as he picks up a bloody Oliver, turns him around and applies his cobra clutch submission. The crowd is booing loudly, as one of their favorites is getting manhandled. Crane then drags Oliver's limp body towards the time keepers table and then he releases the Cobra Clutch, spinning Oliver around and grabbing him by his throat with his left hand. He then pulls him in so he can whisper into his ear.
Douglas Crane: Nobody controls me but us...
Crane then lifts Oliver up, spins around and chokeslams him through the time-keeper's table! The crowd boos even louder while a chant of "holy-shit!" begins to echo throughout the arena. Crane now sits down next to the broken and bloodied body of Oliver and pulls him in so he can cradle him and then begins to pat his hair as he shushes him. The crowd, the officials, everyone doesn't quite know what to make of the scene and a hush falls over the crowd.
America: Okay now it's getting weird.
Taj: Someone please do something, maybe get the cops, looney-bin police, anyone out here...
The camera fades away from the scene into a commercial.
Recording LIVE August 15th, 2023
From The Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
Prince Ryder and Sydney Simon stare at each other from opposite ends of the ring as the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Sydney runs at Prince Ryder, leaping up into the air. Prince Ryder catches her and runs forward, driving her straight into the corner. Prince Ryder hits her with a shoulder thrust in the corner, and then a second one! Ryder goes for a third one, but Sydney Simon hops over him and maneuvers out onto the apron. Ryder goes for a right hand, but Sydney blocks it and responds with a kick to the side of the head! Ryder staggers back, but quickly runs at Sydney and baseball slides underneath Sydney’s legs to the outside of the ring.
Ryder grabs Sydney’s legs and pulls him off the apron, dropping him face first onto the side of the ring. Ryder quickly climbs back up onto the apron and waits for Sydney to get up. When he does, Ryder dives off the apron, hitting her with a somersault plancha! Ryder picks Sydney up and tosses her back into the ring.
Ryder rolls back in as Sydney gets back to her feet. Ryder kicks Sydney in the stomach and sets her up for a suplex, but Sydney slips behind Ryder. Sydney pushes Ryder into the ropes and tries to roll him up, but Ryder hangs onto the ropes. Sydney rolls backwards and to her feet, right into a knee from Ryder! Ryder goes for a cover.
One…
Tw…kick out!
Sydney nails Ryder in the midsection with a punch, and then a second one, causing him to double over. Sydney hops up on the turnbuckle second rope and then leaps off, taking Ryder down with a missile dropkick! Ryder is caught a bit off guard, but as he gets back to his feet, Sydney runs at him and takes him down with a clothesline! Sydney whips Ryder into the ropes and hits him with a chop on the rebound!
Crowd: WOOO!
Ryder clutches his chest, but chops Sydney right back, the force knocking her down to the mat!
Crowd WOOO!
As soon as Sydney gets back up, Ryder chops her across the chest a second time.
Crowd: WOOO!
Ryder whips Sydney across the ring. Sydney bounces off the ropes and Ryder tosses her over his head with a back body drop! Sydney immediately rolls out of the ring, holding her back. The frustration is clear on her face as Sydney gets to her feet. Before Sydney can do anything however, Ryder dives out of the ring, catching Sydney with a suicide dive! Sydney falls backwards into the barricade as the crowd cheers. Ryder lifts Sydney up again and rolls her back into the ring.
Ryder follows Sydney back into the ring and goes to grab her head, but Sydney pushes Ryder off of her. Ryder goes to grab her again, but Sydney pushes him off a second time. Ryder runs and bounces against the ropes. Sydney drops down to the mat. Ryder leaps over Sydney and bounces off the ropes. Sydney goes for a dropkick, but Ryder swats the attempt away. Sydney gets back to her feet and Ryder hits her with a running enzuigiri! Ryder takes a couple of steps back and goes for a standing shooting star press, but Sydney is able to move out of the way. However, Ryder somehow manages to anticipate this, landing on his feet. Ryder runs at a rising Sydney for a boot, but Sydney ducks underneath and tries to roll up Ryder. Ryder rolls through and goes for a running knee. Sydney drops down to the mat and rolls to her feet. Ryder stumbles a bit and Sydney catches him with a German suplex! She bridges into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Sydney blasts Ryder with a right hand as he gets to his feet before nailing him with a second one, knocking Ryder backwards. Sydney runs at the ropes and goes for a running elbow smash, but Ryder stops it and hits her with a STO backbreaker! Ryder climbs to the top rope, waiting for Sydney Simon to get up. Prince Ryder dives off the top rope, but Sydney sidesteps. Fortunately for Ryder, he tucks and rolls and gets back to his feet. Ryder runs at Sydney, looking for a clothesline, but Sydney ducks and Ryder bounces off the ropes. Sydney hunches over, but Ryder leaps on top of her, setting her up and slamming her to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb!
Sydney grasps her head as she staggers to her feet. She runs at Ryder, looking for a clothesline, but Ryder ducks underneath. He grabs Sydney by the head and drives her to the mat with a neckbreaker! Ryder gets to his feet and takes steps forward, hitting Sydney with a standing shooting star press! Ryder goes for the cover.
One…
Two…KICK OUT!!
Ryder drags Sydney up by the hair and knees her in the stomach. He drags her over to the turnbuckle corner and lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle. Ryder hits Sydney with a right hand, then a second, then a third, causing Sydney to rear her head backward. Ryder climbs to the second turnbuckle, trying to grab a hold on Sydney, who hits him with a sharp headbutt! Sydney grabs Ryder by the head and blasts him with a second headbutt! Ryder falls backwards to the mat, going immediately to climb to his feet. Sydney steadies herself onto the top rope and then dives off looking for a knee to the face. Ryder ducks out of the way causing Sydney to crash and burn! Ryder sees an opening, pulls Sydney to her feet, and snaps off RYDEOFYOURLIFE (superkick)! Ryder hooks the legs.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...Prince Ryder!!
Taj: Prince Ryder picks up the win here tonight!
America: Sydney Simon just couldn’t build enough momentum to get things going. Ryder was too good here tonight!
Ryder stood in the center of the ring, soaking up the adulation of the fans. As he turned to leave the ring, he was suddenly attacked from behind. Sydney snuck up on him and hit him with a low blow!
Male crowd: OWWWW!!!!
Dazed, Ryder staggers forward. Sydney takes advantage and attacks him with a flurry of punches and kicks! Ryder tries to defend himself, but he is no match.
Taj: You had to know that Sydney wasn’t going to simply roll over and lose gracefully!
America: There’s no such thing as losing gracefully.
The referee tries to break up the fight, but is unsuccessful. The two wrestlers continued to brawl, oblivious to the chaos around them. Finally, security guards rush into the ring and separate the two. Ryder is helped to his feet by the referee as Sydney is escorted out by security guards.
Taj: You have to assume that Raijin is the favorite, right?
America: He’s good. He just went toe to toe with Q last month but…
Taj: But…?
America: Are we going to pretend that Kelli isn’t a little bit crazy? C’mon now…
Taj: She has accomplished a lot more than most people realize…
America: She’s had more success than she gets credit for! It doesn’t mean she’s going to win this, but it does mean she’s got a chance!
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!!!
Kelli and Raijin both circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, Raijin grabs hold of Kelli 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. Kelli hits the mat hard but tries to pull herself up to her feet. Raijin delivers a series of chops to Kelli’s chest before lifting her into the air and delivering a snap suplex! Raijin floats over into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Kelli starts to drag herself back up to her feet. Raijin bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. He tries to hit Kelli with a knee strike, though she’s able to duck out of the way just in time. Raijin stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance. Kelli smirks as Raijin turns around to face her---leaping into the air and hitting him with an enziguiri! Raijin stumbles and drops to a knee. He recovers quickly, but not quick enough to keep Kelli from sending him crashing to the mat with a jumping double knee strike! She hooks the leg and covers herself.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: A good back and forth start!
America: Again, I’m not entirely sure why we chose to write Kelli off as much as we have! She’s good!
Kelli makes it up to her feet. Raijin drags himself to his feet. Once he’s up, Kelli runs at him and hits him with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second. She then grabs hold of Raijin and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle. Raijin slumps against it in pain. Kelli runs across the ring and tries to deliver a back elbow in the corner. Just before she can make contact with Raijin, he ducks out of the way! She crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers. Before she can regain her balance, Raijin grabs hold of her, lifts her into the air, and delivers a belly to back suplex bridging it into a pin.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was a BIG suplex!
America: Kelli’s a lot smaller than a lot of the opponents that Raijin faces, so he can show off a bit of his strength.
Kelli drags herself back up to her feet as Raijins runs at her. He tries to hit her with an enziguri, but she ducks out of the way. Kelli waits for Raijin to reach his feet and leaps into the air for a dropkick, which he’s also able to block. Raijin grabs hold of her and shoots her across the ring--- lifting her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam on the rebound! Kelli hits the mat hard. Raijin positions himself over her. He pauses for a moment before leaping into the air and trying to land on her with a standing shooting star press! Kelli gets her knees into the air and blocks the attempt before rolling Raijin up.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Kelli runs at Raijin to try and keep her momentum going. Unfortunately for her, Raijin is ready to strike---stepping forward and delivering a vicious knee strike! Kelli drops down to the mat as Raijin steps out onto the apron. He pauses for a moment and glares in the ring.
Taj: Wonder what Raijin has in mind here?
Kelli reaches her feet and steps toward the ropes. Raijin springboards into the ring and hits Kelli with a forearm! Rajin grabs the wobbly Kelli.and drops her with the Tornado Spike (Rainmaker)!
Taj: This could be it!
America: Come on, Kelli…don’t let this little dweeb win!
Raijin hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Raijin Hunter!!!
America: GODDAMNIT!
The referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Aleki Kekoa and Ricky Stanton begin to circle each other in the ring. Ricky tries for a quick grab but Aleki manages to avoid it. The Samoan War Machine tries for a quick kick, but Ricky is able to dodge it. The two competitors lock up. Ricky pulls Aleki into a standing side headlock. moves to the ropes, trying to push the Samoan off, but Ricky reverses, pulling Aleki back towards him and catching him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Ricky follows with a vertical suplex.
America: Aleki compares himself to a god and tonight Ricky is looking to become a godslayer.
Taj: You cannot underestimate the heart of Aleki.
America: I’m not. I am correctly estimating his ability to survive that bloated ego bald headed Ricky.
Trying to keep his momentum going while attempting to keep Alekia down, Ricky moves in for an Indian death lock, but Aleki manages to fight him off and get back to his feet, connecting with a roundhouse kick. He follows with a series of martial arts strikes and another roundhouse. Aleki drops a leg and goes for a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taj: And Aleki with the first pin attempt of the night.
America: Way too soon to try and put Ricky away.
Aleki gets to his feet and shoots the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. Aleki quickly gets to his feet, lifting Ricky up off the mat. Ricky is able to counter with a Northern Lights suplex.
One…
Two…kick out!
Ricky is quick on the attack, catching Aleki with a German suplex. Ricky moves into position, locking Aleki into a surfboard. Aleki refuses to tap out. Ricky manages to lean back with Aleki up in the air, but this puts Ricky into a pin position and the referee moves to make the count. Ricky breaks the hold, allowing Aleki to drop to the mat.
Taj: That surfboard almost backfired on Ricky.
America: Ricky wants to hurt Aleki.
Ricky rolls Aleki over and goes for a figure four leg lock, but Aleki manages to kick him away against the ropes. Aleki catches Ricky with a monkey flip as he comes off the ropes. He follows with a flying clothesline and then shoots the ropes, hitting another clothesline on the rising Ricky. Seeing his opportunity, Aleki hooks the legs as he covers.
One…
Two…kick out!
Aleki shakes the cobwebs out and gets to his feet. He steps out of the ring and launches himself over the top rope with a leg drop, but Ricky moves out of the way, catching Aleki with a tiger driver. Sensing his moment, his opportunity to end this, Ricky gets into position and pulls Aleki up off the mat, going for a bodyslam. Aleki manages to push Ricky off and connects with a thrust kick, sending Ricky to the outside.
Taj: Ricky looking to end this early, but Aleki was not going to let it happen.
America: When Ricky decides to end this, Aleki is not going to have a choice.
Seeing Ricky on the outside and throwing caution to the wind, Aleki shoots the ropes and dashes across the ring. He launches himself over the top rope and nails a suicide dive on Ricky! Both men are down outside the ring.
Taj: Aleki throwing caution to the wind with a suicide dive!
One…Aleki gets to his feet first, lifting Ricky off the floor.
Two…Ricky pushes Aleki into the side of the ring and then whips him into the stairs.
Three…Aleki counters and uses the stairs to hit a springboard roundhouse kick!
Four…Aleki lifts his rival up off the floor, but Ricky grabs and tosses him onto the floor with a belly-to-belly suplex!
Five…Trying to hurt Aleki, Ricky picks him up and tosses him into the barricade with another belly-to-belly suplex!
Six…Ricky then rolls into the ring to stop the count.
Taj: Ricky Stanton is tossing Aleki Kekoa like a rag doll!
Ricky rolls back out and eats an upkick from Aleki. Ricky staggers back as Aleki gets to his feet. Suddenly Brianna, steel chair in hand, hops over the guardrail and stands between Ricky and Aleki.
Taj: What in the world is Brianna doing here?!
America: Looks like she’s standing by her man.
Brianna tosses the chair to Ricky, steps out of the way, and motions for Ricky to have at it on Aleki. Ricky catches the chair and blasts Aleki with it!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!
America: HOLY SHIT!!
Taj: What have we just witnessed?! Is Brianna aligned with Ricky?
The referee immediately calls for the disqualification! As the bell rings, Ricky glares angrily up at the referee. He starts to move in towards the referee when Aleki manages to get to his feet. Ricky turns and Aleki jumps into a superman punch. Ricky puts the chair up and Aleki connects, knocking the weapon away. Ricky turns around and the two start trading punches!
Ricky manages to tackle Aleki and they continue to fire away on each other, each drawing blood from multiple places! Security floods the area to try to pull them apart from one another. Ricky is dragged back towards the entranceway and Aleki gets up, gets away from his security contingent and dives onto the pile holding down Ricky! The two begin fighting more and security drags them away from each other again.
Torres: Here is your winner….due to disqualification….Aleki Kekoa!!!
Taj: Aleki picks up a victory but this war is not over!
America: Ricky had an irrational moment and it cost him the battle!
In the backstage area, the camera focuses on Ya Girl Q, her eyes ablaze with intensity. The 1WM World Heavyweight Title rests firmly on her shoulder, a silent testament to her dominance.
Ya Girl Q: (Voice dripping with anger) Bianca Davis, you must be feeling pretty proud of yourself, huh? Attacking me month after month, targeting my knee, thinking you've got some upper hand. Then, when I lay my hands on you prior to your match, you throw a hissy fit and threaten legal action against 1WM all in a guise to get a shot at me. Well, let me set the record straight, sweetheart.
Q's grip on the title tightens, her knuckles turning white with the force of her emotions.
Ya Girl Q: (Fiercely) You might have thought you were clever, sneaking around and trying to take me out of the game. But guess what? You just awakened a beast you can't control.
She takes a step forward, her gaze unwavering and filled with pure rage.
Ya Girl Q: (Seething) Tonight, when we step into that ring, I'm not just defending this title I RIGHTFULLY deserve. I'm defending my honor, my pride, and every drop of sweat I've poured into this business. You wanted to play dirty, Bianca? Well, congratulations, you've got my full attention now.
As she continues, a cruel smile twists Q's lips, her voice dripping with venom.
Ya Girl Q: (Mockingly) "I hope you're ready for the pain you've invited into your life. Because when I'm through with you, you'll be lucky if you can even crawl out of that ring."
Her grip on the title loosens as her fingers flex, a visual representation of the storm brewing within her.
Ya Girl Q: (With raw emotion) You see, Bianca, attacking me wasn't just a tactical move. It was personal. You were tired of playing second fiddle to me when we were both represented by the Samson Family. You were jealous and rather than use that jealousy to fuel you, you threw a tantrum. You got a win over me before I was the champ. I applaud you for that, Bianca. I really do. But what did you do with that opportunity after that? Zip. Zilch. Nada. I used my loss as a learning opportunity. Meanwhile, you when you couldn’t follow up on that momentum, you went boo hoo hoo and walked away. Me? Well, I’m the champ. That’s why when Ricky came and got in your ear like the snake that he is, you fell for his deceitful ways. Just admit it. You were always jealous of Ya Girl Q and it ate away at you. That’s why you attacked me time after time as you tried to destroy my leg. That’s when you made it personal. And trust me, you've unleashed a fury that will consume you tonight. The sound of your bones breaking will be music to my ears.
As she speaks, the camera captures the fire in Q's eyes, a fire that promises destruction and retribution.
Ya Girl Q: (Dangerously calm) So, Bianca Davis, enjoy your last moments of false confidence. Tonight, the spotlight will be on us, and you'll learn the hard way that there are consequences for crossing me. It’s time to humble the wannabe Queen once and for all. You’re going to learn that ego is the enemy and you’ll do so as I release the air from that head of yours. It’s time for the childish posts on X to stay on X as of this moment because you’re looking at the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Ya Girl Q. The GREATEST. And I’m ready to go out there and prove the moniker once again. I won’t be asking you to bend thy knee like you so callously tell everyone. No, I’m going to drop you on your neck and show you that you may hold a win over me in the past but this is the present and the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Ya Girl Q, is also the future.
With a final, seething glare at the camera, Ya Girl Q turns and strides away, leaving behind an aura of simmering rage that hangs heavy in the air.
Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is set for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Suddenly 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 want thank you, cause you made me that much stronger.”
Taj: Well this is a surprise!
America: It’s not like Justice didn’t say she wouldn’t be here tonight in some fashion or form.
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 over to have a seat at the announce table.
Taj: Welcome to the commentary table, Justice.
Justice: Thanks Taj! It's great to see you as always.
America: What brings you out here tonight?
Justice: Look, I've been telling people since Glory that I would be here on Legendary but I just didn't tell them in what capacity. I am out here to watch this match up close and in person.
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Lake Fenton, Michigan….weighing in at one hundred and seven pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is the FIRST EVER and arguably considered THE GREATEST 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the challenger….this is The Suicide Blonde….ARLEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY KIRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
Taj: Arley is widely considered the greatest World Heavyweight Champion 1WM has ever had.
America: How much longer are we going to have this debate?
Justice: Don't you guys just love her? I mean look at her. Giving a kid a juice box and another one her angel wings. She should take solice in knowing her brother is watching her right now. Did you guys know that one time I had lunch with Lash. And then later that night we tried to get one of the halls slicked down and were about to go slide on our shoes trying to taze each other?
Taj: Really? That does sound like something the late Lash would attempt.
Justice: Yeah but they stopped us just before we did it and they took the tazers away. I miss that guy.
“Sei to Shi to Kimi” by MUCC blares through the Barker Hangar as Nina Stokes, Pride title around her waist, makes her way down to the ring to a chorus of boos.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Miami, Florida….weighing in at a weight of one hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she represents The Samson Family….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….she is Jidai no Makuake….NINNNNNNNNAAAAAA STOKEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: We are bearing witness to the most dominate Pride of 1WM Champion!
Taj: There has been this undercurrent between you and Nina for the past couple of months, Justice.
Justice: She may be taller than me but I'm not scared of her. Besides you seem to forget that I once represented The Samson Family.
America: I haven’t forgotten that you were kicked out of the Samson Family as well.
Justice: The ref just checked them both over and we are ready for action. Let's ring the bell already.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell sounds, signaling the start of the match. Arley and Nina tie up in the center of the ring. Nina quickly snags Arley into a side headlock. Arley struggles for a bit before pushing Nina backwards into the ropes. She shoves her off, whipping Nina to the other side of the ring. Nina bounces forward and Arley catches her with a back elbow, knocking her down to the mat. Arley runs, bounces off the ropes, and Nina rolls onto her stomach on the mat. Arley leaps over Nina and runs against the ropes. Nina gets up and nails Arley with a back elbow of her own, knocking her down. Nina runs and bounces off the ropes, hopping over Arley’s stomach-prone laying body on the mat. Arley quickly hops to her feet and chops Nina across the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
Arley runs and bounces off the ropes. Both competitors attempt a clothesline, colliding into each other! They stagger back and then simultaneously run against the ropes. They both attempt a clothesline again, knocking each other back. Arley charges at Nina, who lifts her up into the air and drops her across the ropes! Arley grabs at her face, backing up into the corner. Nina whips Arley into the corner. Arley hops up onto the second rope and turns. Nina runs at Arley, who leaps and dives off the turnbuckle, nailing her with a shoulder block! Arley goes for the cover.
One…kick out!
Arley nails a rising Nina with a kick to the stomach and then a forearm to the face, backing her against the ropes. Arley goes to whip Nina to the ropes, but Nina reverses, sending Arley into the ropes. Nina doubles over and Arley rolls over Nina’s back. Arley wraps her arms around Nina’s waist, but Nina back elbows Arley once, twice, a third time, causing Arley to release her grip and turn around, clutching her face. Nina grabs Arley and plants her with a backdrop. Arley clutches her back, staggering back to her feet. Nina runs and clotheslines Arley over the top rope to the outside!
Nina slides out of the ring, then goes to grab Arley, who grabs her by her outfit, and pulls her face first into the barricade! Arley gets back to her feet and grabs Nina by the head, tossing her back first into the apron! Arley rolls Nina back into the ring and then follows suit. Arley holds onto the ropes and leaps up into the air, driving a knee into Nina’s midsection. Arley keeps her hold onto the top rope, choking Nina with her foot. The ref admonishes her ,but Arley keeps her foot there. The ref begins to count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…Arley pulls her foot off Nina’s throat to avoid being disqualified.
Taj: Arley showing a very aggressive style that we aren't quite used to from her.
America: So it’s called an “aggressive style” when Arley does it but let someone like Nina do it I bet you’ll call it cheating?
Justice: It's only cheating if you get caught.
Nina coughs as she recovers. Arley brings Nina up to her feet and kicks her in the stomach and again and again! Arley goes to whip Nina, but Nina digs her feet and pulls Arley in, sending her over the top rope. Arley lands on the apron however. Nina turns around and blasts Arley with a forearm, stunning her. Nina grabs and suplexes her over the top rope into the ring! Nina goes for the cover.
One….
Two…
T…KICK OUT!!
Nina tries to lock on a side chokehold, but Arley swats her away, struggling to get to her feet. Arley blasts Nina with a kick to the side of the head, causing her to stumble back. Arley gets her bearings and then runs at Nina, who catches her with a spinebuster! Arley gets grabbed by Nina and hit with a belly to belly suplex! Arley grabs onto her head as Nina runs and bulldogs Arley, bringing her down to the mat. Nina holds Arley down on the mat and snags in a crossface!
Arley struggles, a mix of being in pain and trying to get to the ropes! She drags hers and Nina’s body, and eventually wrestles her way out and underneath the bottom ropes, crawling to the outside of the ring. Nina reaches out for Arley, but Arley blasts Nina with a right hand, causing her to fall back into the ring. Arley climbs up onto the ring apron and drives a shoulder into Nina’s midsection and then puts her head in between Nina’s legs, propelling Nina over the top rope to the outside of the ring!
Nina crashes to the outside as Arley gets into the ring. Arley takes a moment to evaluate before running and bouncing off the ropes. She dives through the ropes, hitting Nina with a Tope Con Hilo, sending Nina bouncing back first off the barricade! Arley grabs Nina and rolls her back into the ring. Arley goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Arley brings Nina up to her feet and goes to set her up for a move. However, Nina wriggles out of it and goes to execute a Northern’s Light suplex! Arley holds on capturing Nina and locking her into a guillotine choke! Nina nearly crumbles under the hold, but is able to fight out of it and plant Arley with the Northern Lights suplex!
Taj: Both women are visibly struggling more as the wear of the match gets to them.
As they get to their feet, Nina is able to catch the first move by knocking Arley down with a clothesline. Arley gets up and runs into a second clothesline! Arley gets to her feet and attempts a clothesline, but Nina ducks underneath, grabbing Arley’s arm and pulling her into a wrench, kicking her in the stomach! Nina sets her up for a powerbomb and lifts her up, looking for a crucifix powerbomb. Arley slides behind Nina, landing on her feet. Arley runs at the ropes and bounces off, looking for a flying Metsu Shoryuken uppercut. Nina sidesteps and kicks her in the back, causing Arley to drop to the mat. Nina gets behind a rising Arley and plants her with a German suplex! Stunned, Arley pops right up. Nina grabs her and plants her with an impaler DDT! Nina hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
TH…..SHOULDER UP!
Nina looks a little surprised, but maintains her confidence, staring down at Arley. Nina looks at the turnbuckle and then goes to climb it. She reaches the top, but is quickly thrown off when Arley gets up and blasts her with a side kick to the head. Arley climbs to the second rope and then the top rope. She hooks Nina and executes a superplex, holding on and lifting her up to plant Nina with a falcon arrow! Arley climbs to her feet as Nina starts to stir, holding her back and getting to her feet. Arley runs at Nina and then leaps into the air, blasting her with a Superman punch!
Taj: Nina goes down!
Justice: Oh my god! Did you guys see that? Arley being very impressive!
America: I mean she is “the greatest” right?
Arley looks at Nina intensely with a fire in her eyes, waiting for her to get back up again. When Nina does, Arley goes for a second punch, but Nina dodges it. Nina goes for an uppercut, but Arley sidesteps and goes to set up for belly to back! Nina spins out of Arley’s grip and catches her in a waistlock. Nina runs forward, pushing Arley into the ropes. Arley holds onto the ropes, stopping the momentum causing Nina to roll back onto her knees. Arley immediately goes for a superkick, but Nina swats her foot away. Arley stumbles. Nina quickly grabs Arley and snaps off Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows III (Boma Ye Knee Strike)! Nina goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion….Nina Stokes!
Taj: After a back and forth competitive match, Nina retains her Pride of 1WM Championship against the first ever WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: A lot of people are going to say that Arley had a lot of ring rust coming into this match but there is no denying that Nina is a force like no other right now!
A moment or two passes after the bell rings. A humongous wave of exhaustion waves over Nina before rolls away from Arley. She takes a moment to breathe before she gets to her knees as MUCC’s “Sei to Shi to Kimi” continues to play throughout the arena. Nina uses the ropes to return to her feet. The referee quickly raises her hand before handing the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship to her. Nina gazes at the face plate for a moment. She then lifts her eyes and signals for a microphone. One is handed to her a few seconds later as her music dies down.
Nina Stokes: Everyone has different motivations when they journey to a new promotion. Some wish to enjoy new scenery; others desire a change of pace. Or perhaps there is someone or something that draws their interest―
She pauses for a brief moment.
Nina Stokes: Domination was my purpose in coming to One Wrestle Movement. Professional wrestling has afforded me the opportunity to travel all across the planet. Each stop has ushered in a new challenge, a new fight.
She nods.
Nina Stokes: Truth be told, I likely would have been content simply beating ass. However, my prowess and relentlessness directed me toward this here Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship.
Her eyes glance down at its faceplate.
Nina Stokes: Many have stepped between these ropes, but only a selected few can ever truthfully claim themselves to be a champion. I am one of the elite. Hate me. Love me. It makes little difference to me. However, there isn’t a person on this planet that can deny the prestige I have brought to this championship. Time and time again, people stepped to me and failed. After proving myself to be a force to be reckoned with, my peers resorted to ulterior tactics. I was attacked multiple times after matches. People attempted to drag my name through the mud. My character was questioned.
A short guff escapes her lips.
Nina Stokes: And yet, not a single one of them could beat me once that bell rang. All the bullshit turned to silence.
She shakes her head.
Nina Stokes: For months on end, I searched. I looked far and wide for someone who I could truly test my skills against. It took me until tonight to find that person.
She looks over at the woman she just fought.
Nina Stokes: Arley? You are distinguished from every single person I have met here. Why? It is because you understood the vital difference between self-confidence and disrespect. You believed in your abilities. You believed in yourself. However, that belief in yourself was not a gateway to disrespect as it has been for so many others.
A brief moment passes.
Nina Stokes: I questioned whether or not you would be the one to keep your word. Whether or not you were capable of giving me that match that you promised. I had my doubts, as you can imagine. Nevertheless, I am woman enough to admit when I am wrong. We did in fact tear the house down. And you did in fact give me the best match that I have had here in One Wrestle Movement―
She snaps her fingers.
Nina Stokes: And yet, I am still the champion.
Nina stares at the belt once again.
Nina Stokes: Every campaign has a conclusion. Every conquest has an end. And tonight is mine.
With that, Nina hands the championship belt back to the referee.
Nina Stokes: A few days ago, I made a decision that this would be my last match within One Wrestle Movement. Win or loss, this would be it. And I always aim to be a woman of my word, even if those words only apply to myself. Therefore, effective immediately, I relinquish the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship.
A mixed reaction ripples throughout the crowd.
Taj: I can’t believe what I have just heard! Nina Stokes has vacated the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: HOLY SHIT!
Justice: The Samson Family must be really hating this right about now.
Nina waits for the noise level to die down a bit.
Nina Stokes: Thank you, Arley. I mean that.
There’s another pause.
Nina Stokes: Conversely, that also means that I am withdrawing from the Samson Family. Joshua? You have been truly wonderful. Thank you for everything. And I pray that your next client is even more successful than I am.
“Sei to Shi to Kimi” begins to play again as Nina rests the microphone on the mat. Afterwards, she exits the ring.
America: WHAT N THE HELL?! Nina Stokes has just quit!
Taj: From all of us, we like to say thank you, Nina.
Justice: When she watches the playback she will hear you. But right now even though we had our differences I just want to say thank you Nina.
Streaming LIVE September 31st, 2023 from The Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Taj: After countless sneak attacks, endless griping on social media, and a threat of a lawsuit this is one hell of an opportunity for Bianca Davis.
America: If she's ready, this could be big! But between you and me, she’s not.
The sound of Royal Trumpets can be heard as the lights dim and turn a violet hue as ”Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system. As the fans greet the sound with loud boos, as first out was Simple Simon dressed in a nice suit looking nervous waving. As out from the back within a few moments is none other than Queen Bianca Davis herself wearing her royal robe her gear giving off the evil queen from Snow White vibes, and a large blacked crown. She poses smugly with both arms out holding her black and purple scepter after a few moments she gives them her royal wave as she saunters down with Simple Simon staying a few feet back soaking in the negative reaction looking disgusted at all the disrespectful peasants around her.
The Malicious Queen saunters down some more as Simon yells for them to show some respect, and to All Hail the Queen of 1WM. Simon makes his way up the steel steps followed by the Queen herself, Simon demands the ref lower the ropes for them which they do. First Simon enters the ring getting everyone out of the way so the Queen can make her royal entrance. Raising her arms high in the air with her scepter in her right hand as the boos overtake the arena. placing her arms down she hands Simon her scepter who moves it to the corner, as she then orders her simp to undo her robe for her which he does. The Queen then shows off her body, and attire for all the booing fans as she twirls around a bit before taking the time to do her Royal Wave for them as she makes her way to the corner. Taking off her crown and handing it to Simon, as the Queen taunts the fans a bit taking a looking her nails before saying something to Simon who takes the time to fan her as she awaits her opponent.
Torres: Introducing first, she is the challenger...from Malibu, California...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is a former two-time Pride of 1WM Champion….she is Queen…..BIANCCCCCCAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Bianca’s speed and striking ability will help her in this one!
America: She's going to need every bit of speed that she's got to keep Q from hitting her as hard as she can! That's going to be Bianca’s problem in this one!
Taj: Let’s keep in mind that Bianca has a clean victory over Q…
America: Yeah but when was that….three or four years ago?
The arena lights dim. The sound of Imagine Dragon’s "Believer" fills the arena as a blue fog fills the top of the entrance ramp. A few seconds later, “Ya Girl” Q, smirk on her face and 1WM World Heavyweight Championship around her waist, steps out from the back. A spotlight shines down on her as she glances around the arena and takes a moment to soak in whatever reaction the crowd is giving her. Q then makes her way down to the ring. She climbs into it and surveys the arena one final time before walking over to her corner of the ring and waiting for the match to begin.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois….weighing one hundred and twenty-seven 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….she is The Greatest…Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Q has been impressive month in and month out defending against all challengers to her championship.
America: And what she's done to people is almost nothing compared to what she can do to Bianca Davis!
Taj: Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you and Bianca like best friends at one point?
America: Sure we were but that was then and this is now. This Bianca is a pale cowardly carbon copy of the Bianca I used to know.
Both wrestlers take their place in the ring, the fans cheering on the inevitable clash. Q looks across the ring at Bianca and nods. Bianca does the same in return. The referee then takes a moment to truly make sure that both wrestlers are ready. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Q cautiously takes a few steps across the ring to get things started. Suddenly, Bianca charges and nails Q with a Red Bottom Shot (Brazilian kick)! Q falls back and hits the mat! Smirking, Bianca quickly goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE….KICK OUT!!
America: Q did NOT see that one coming!
Taj: Bianca decided to start things off with a bang and nearly became the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion because of it!
Q grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to try and pull herself back up to her feet. Bianca smirks at her before running at Q and hitting her with a series of quick kicks to try and wear her out. Kick after kick connects with the champ, Q trying to create a bit of space between herself and Bianca. The Queen continues until she has Q back in the corner. Bianca nails Q with one forearm smash for good measure before stepping back toward the center of the ring. She pauses for a moment before running at Q and trying to hit her with a handspring back elbow in the corner! Q ducks out of the way as soon as Bianca gets close, causing her to hit the turnbuckle instead! She staggers out of the corner, Q powering her into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a huge back body drop!
:
Taj: That's always going to be the struggle when you're going against Q.
America: Q gets her hands on you and she can do a lot of damage in a very short period of time!
Bianca tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Q quickly closes the gap and steps toward Bianca, hitting her in the mouth with a forearm shot! She follows it up with a second sending Bianca back against the ropes. Q shakes her head and almost immediately charges at Bianca to knock her out to the floor! Bianca shows off her athleticism, getting a foot into the air and kicking Q in the jaw! Q stumbles back from the impact. Bianca wastes no time in charging and showing off her speed. As soon as she gets close to Q, Ya Girl lifts her into the air and slams Bianca down onto her knee with a kneebreaker! Bianca's eyes go wide in pain. Q keeps her grip on her and then slams her back down to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Q bridges it into a pin attempt as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Q is absolutely capable of slowing down Bianca.
America: If she keeps attacking her knee like that, she's going to be in a lot of trouble!
Taj: Take away her speed....
America:...and she's a sitting duck!
Q drags Bianca back up to her feet by her hair. She hits Bianca with a back elbow smash that sends her stumbling, and then follows it up with a second. Q then grabs hold of Bianca and tries to pull her in, swinging at her with a lariat! Bianca just barely manages to duck underneath the attempt. She waits for Q to turn around before leaping into the air and hitting Q with a jumping knee strike! Q stumbles back from the impact, but Bianca immediately begins to favor her knee upon hitting the mat. She shakes off the pain and charges at Q in an effort to recover, only to give Q enough of an opening to lift her into the air and slam her back down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Instead of going for the cover, Q grabs hold of Bianca's legs and delivers a few stomps to it to try and do further damage!
Taj: Did you ever think we'd see the day that Q was actually focusing on strategy?
America: Despite common wisdom, Q DOES know what she's doing in the ring!
Bianca scampers back toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. She slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Q quickly closes the gap and hits Bianca in the chest with a series of chops. She then grabs hold of Bianca and shoots her across the ring. Q waits for Bianca to come back on the rebound before once again lifting her in the air, this time gunning for a sitout spinebuster. Bianca shifts her positioning in the air and instead sends Q crashing to the mat with a dropkick! The fans cheer for the show of athleticism, though Bianca needs to take a moment to try and recover. She glares down at her leg and then Q. Bianca quickly steps toward the Champ and hits Q in the mouth with a hard right hand. She follows it up with a second and then a spinning backfist. Q drops to a knee as Bianca again takes a moment to test her leg's strength. She then nods as she bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up speed---stepping toward Q and getting lifted into the air! Q slams her down to the mat with a thundering ring rattling bodyslam! Q hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: I don't think Q expected Bianca to kick out of that one!
America: Q set that up by working on Bianca's knee, though! Let's not ignore that!
Q grabs Bianca by the hair and drags her back up to her feet. She immediately overpowers Bianca and shoves her back against the nearest turnbuckle. Q then closes the gap and immediately starts to pound away on Bianca in the corner with short-arm clotheslines! Blow after blow connects as Bianca is barely able to keep herself upright. Q is relentless, the referee finally having to come over and count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Q stops!
The referee starts to warn her, but Q ignores the referee and instead drags Bianca toward the middle of the ring.
Taj: Every single one of those strikes was DEVASTATING and Bianca has to be feeling it right now!
America: These fans absolutely loved that, too!
Just before Q can snap off a belly to belly suplex and send Bianca to the mat, she spins out of her grasp! Bianca leaps into the air and hits Q with a knee strike! She then jumps up into the air and catches Q by surprise with a hurricanrana! Bianca goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Q tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Bianca closes the gap and hits Q with a few strikes. Q uses her strength to shove Bianca away. She stumbles a few steps, her knee almost giving out on her. Nonetheless, she recovers and remains upright. Bianca charge with as much speed as she can. Q tries to cut her off with a clothesline, but Bianca ducks underneath the attempt. She bounces off of the ropes and throws herself at Q, sending her crashing to the mat with a somersault clothesline!
The fans cheer for the show of athleticism as Bianca once again pulls herself back up to her feet---albeit, more slowly than she'd probably like. She takes a moment to let her knee recover, just as Q starts to drag herself back up to her feet as well. Bianca once again tries to line herself up with Q but Q sees it coming and throws herself at Bianca's knee instead! Eyes wide, Bianca hits the mat in pain!
Taj: Q knew what Bianca was going for, and once again found a way to completely kill her momentum dead!
America: I'm not even sure that she'll be able to recover from that one!
Bianca tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Q does the same, grabbing hold of Bianca and pulling her in. Q hits her with a short-arm lariat that nearly sends Bianca crashing to the mat. Q holds her upright and instead shoots Bianca across the ring. When she comes back on the rebound, Q throws herself at her and connects with a Clothesline from Hell! The impact of the clothesline sends Bianca flipping through the air! Q covers Bianca once she hits the mat.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Q!!!
Taj: Q and Bianca hit each other with everything they had, but Q was able to take Bianca's speed away from her, and that made all the difference!
America: Bianca knew what she needed to do, and if Q didn't start to focus on her knee a bit earlier in the match...I actually think she might've been able to do it!
The referee hands Q the Championship. Q holds it in the air for all to see, the 1WM logo then flashing across the screen as the show comes to an end.
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Jessica Pryce: "......just telling you not to take this lightly. Rowena is dangerous and she wil---"
Travis Levitt: "I get it Miss Pryce. Rowena is dangerous and scary and she could hurt me. She'll use anything she can get her hands on, and I need to take this match seriously. Is that all?"
Travis finally finished tying up his boots and then looked up at Jessica who huffed at the reprimand in his tone.
Jessica Pryce: "I am just trying to protect you, and protect the investment Pryce Industries has put in you."
Travis Levitt: "You want to make good on your investment? Then let me actually focus for five bloody minu----"
As if on cue there comes a knock at the door and Travis sighs. Looking at the blonde for a long moment before speaking again.
Travis Levitt: "Something else on my schedule today?"
Jessica Pryce: "Nothing I know of."
Travis slowly climbs to his feet and heads for the door. Opening it wide he smiles as standing in the doorway is 1WM superstar, Prince Ryder! Travis stares at Ryder for a moment and then turns to Jessica and jerks his head to the doorway.
Travis Levitt: "I'll see you after the show, Miss Pryce."
Jessica Pryce: "We've still got t----"
Travis Levitt: "Jessica. After the show."
There's a long moment before she closes her folder and nods, and then heads out the door with a gentle smile at Ryder as she steps past him. Travis waits a moment and then his gaze turns to Ryder and he jerks his head to invite him in.
He nodded once, making sure to keep his eyes focused in on the only individual left inside the locker room with him, Travis Levitt.
William Ryder: I'm sorry for the random visit to your locker room on a night that clearly means a lot to you and the pretty blonde that just walked out of your locker room. Listen, I didn't come over here to start shit with you or give you a hard time with you being the new guy and all. I came over here tonight because I can see this shit means the world to you and that is something I can relate to and appreciate seeing around a place like this.
The "Prince" clearly saw something in the self-proclaimed "Dragon" that not many people including himself; were able to see underneath the exterior shell he presented on the surface. He was able to see a lot of himself in Travis Levitt and wanted to find out if the feeling was mutual.
William Ryder: "The last thing I want is to come between you and whatever relationship you and Blondie have going on behind the scenes. Either way, I can see the thirst and hunger in your eyes and can tell how much you want this to work not only for you, but your partner as well. Whatever leash she has wrapped around your neck right now because she decided to take a shot in the dark on you and your wrestling career in an attempt to make a quick profit off of you before moving on to something else more appealing. I think the two of us could work out a partnership that doesn't involve private contracts, attorneys, or stressing finding the money you owe Blondie because the payment date is due. Fuck everything about that toxic partnership and focus on no one but you tonight when preparing for your match against Rowena. Tell Miss Pryce she can come see me personally if the time comes for her to collect her monthly check from you. Got it?"
He shared a small confident smirk across his lips while he continued to look in the direction of Travis Levitt: allowing him the chance to breathe and digest everything he mentioned over the last few minutes. Travis stares at him for a moment and then smiles and shakes his head.
Travis Levitt: "I know who you are, Ryder. The Prince himself has come to welcome me to 1WM, and I have to tell you, I'm flattered. You're a superstar in a denizen of mall rats, and I can appreciate how much it means for you to come and see me yourself. I respect it, and I respect you. So you talk of help, and partnerships, and you intrigue me, and I think we can work something out."
He grins for a moment longer but then points in the way Jessica had left and shakes his head.
Travis Levitt: "But that leash is my mess to deal with. And I'll deal with it on my own terms. They did me a great favor by getting me, my body, and my mind ready to wrestle again. Pryce Industries dragged me back from the depths, and its a small pittance to pay for getting the ability to kick down some jaws again. But as for you and me, Prince. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
And with that, Travis sticks his hand out towards Ryder.
William Ryder: "You know, it takes a lot of balls to stand here and admit the things you just did to me. You took things upon yourself to scratch that itch in order to insert yourself back into the fold for perhaps what could very well be the last run of your historic career OR it could very well be the beginning of something special that people will remember decades from now. Who in the hell will be stupid enough to stand in our way of the Dragon Prince? No one in that locker room with an ounce of common sense would want that on their plate unless they were looking for an early retirement and monthly social security checks mailed to them for the rest of their pathetic lives!"
Prince Ryder would then extend his hand out towards the hand of the man he now viewed as a friend. Ryder tightly shook the patiently waiting hand to honor the agreement both men had just discussed in private with each other.
William Ryder: "Good luck tonight in your debut match versus that fucking emo Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice wannabe fan girl Rowena Byrne. Earlier today I had no choice but to walk past her in the hallway and let me tell you that bitch reeked of menthol cigarette smoke and daddy issues!"
The Prince chuckled slightly at the amusement of his own joke before he decided it was time to leave the locker room in order to give Travis much needed time and space to focus on his upcoming match he has coming up in a little bit.
Scene fades to black.
One Wrestle Movement
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Live from the Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
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Live from the Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
The arena comes to life and the Santa Monica crowd is loud enough to just about drown out the sound of Legendary's theme music, only proceeding to almost drown out the pyrotechnics too! The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
Taj: WELCOME TO LEGENDARY FORTY-TWO!!
America: THIS MEANS WAR!!
Taj: We have an action packed show in store for you tonight.
America: So instead of flapping your gums about it like you normally do…how about we get right into it?!
Debut Match
“The Dragon” Travis Levitt vs. Rowena Bryne
“The Dragon” Travis Levitt vs. Rowena Bryne
Before the bell sounds, a screeching Rowena runs at Travis and begins to swing wildly with furious lefts and rights!
America: Talk about crazed banshees!
Taj: Rowena is taking the fight to Travis immediately!
The referee yells at Rowena to get back so he can start the match but Rowena keeps swinging as Travis covers himself up. The referee grabs Rowena by the waist and tries to lift her away from Travis, but Rowena wriggles free and goes after the veteran again, still screeching and flailing wildly!
Taj: WE NEED OFFICIALS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!
Two more referees come from the back and help the referee in the ring restrain Rowena, eventually able to roll her out of the ring. The refs maintain grips on Rowena as they drag her up the ramp, kicking her legs wildly, still yelling belligerently at Travis. Travis watches her, holding his head, confused. The remaining referee in the ring shrugs and calls for the bell.
Torres: The referee has declared this match…a no contest!
Taj: Well...uh...we didn’t get to see this debut match here tonight because Rowena...well…
America: Say it, Taj! She’s crazy! Rowena is crazy!
Rowena is dragged to the back, her yells still being heard throughout the arena.
Samantha Tolson sits on a chair in her locker room, dressed in her trademark purple PLMM singlet ahead of her match with Ace Sky. She smirks as she begins to sing.
"Oh where oh where has our little Ace gone? Oh where oh where could he be? He seems to be silent about this match, since he knows he's losing to me."
Samantha smirks once again, then speaks normally.
"Ace, I said it as soon as this match was announced. I'm going to make an example of you, not because I hate you. I don't, though I think some of your…umm…personal habits…are a bit on the questionable side. No, Ace, I'm making an example of you because these people in this company need to understand."
Samantha takes a breath as she looks into the camera.
"I didn't come here to be a face in the crowd, another mindless talent hoping for a chance. No. I came here because I want the 1WM World Championship, and I will not stop, I will not rest, until I have it around my waist. So Ace, you get the ignominious task of being the poor sap who gets to show this entire roster that I'm not one to be taken lightly."
"I'm not Aleki Kekoa. I won't say a title is my birthright or something equally as stupid. I'm not going to sit here and believe it will be easy to do, because being a World Champion is never easy. I'm not going to sit here and say it'll even happen soon, because I've said I'll earn my shot."
"But when I get that shot, I sure as hell won't be missing."
"Ace Sky, you're the proof. The proff I'm a woman of my word. I will beat you by any means I deem necessary, and I will beat you because I'm highly motivated and prepared to do so. You? You haven't even acknowledged we have a goddamn match. Nearly a month, and you have yet to say anything."
"Too busy self-fellating yourself?"
"Bottom line is I couldn't possibly care less, because I'm going to use you as a stepping stone."
"So get ready, Ace. Tonight, this company will have no choice but to believe."
"And you all. Will. Believe."
Samantha stands up and walks away from the camera.
Singles Match
Eavan Maloney vs. Silas Jessup
Eavan Maloney vs. Silas Jessup
DING DING DING
The ref has to scramble for this one. Maloney and Jessup surge forward into an intense lock up. Jessup gets a waistlock takedown, moving in to drag Eavan up but she scores with a one hand snapmare and Silas cringes with pain and the crowd gets louder when she boots him right in the spine twice and gets him in a mat based headlock.
Taj: Aggression early from Sykobitty!
Eavan moves to drag Silas up but he is able to power out of her headlock and shoot her into the ropes. Maloney ducks the clothesline attempt. The fans grow more excited when Eavan launches for a springboard cross body but Jessup jumps back. He aims..
Crowd: OHHHH!!!!
America: Woah huge rolling elbow strike!
Taj: I'm not sure if this cover is going to work so soon!
One…
T…Maloney kicks out!
Jessup wastes no time looking for the figure four, but Maloney boots him away and dropkicks him right in the knees before sending him flying with a northern lights suplex. As Silas slowly gets to his feet, Maloney storms in with a bulldog attempt but Silas turns at the last possible second..
Taj: Silas replies with a nasty looking belly to belly suplex!
Eavan gets back up, and she turns around..
America: SUPERKICK! Silas Jessup thinks that this could be it.
One…
Two…
T..Eavan groggily gets the shoulder up.
Taj: Almost, but not quite!
Silas snarls with anger and he angrily smacks the mat.
America: This kid has to watch it with his anger problems right now. They're only causing him more problems!
Taj: Oh! Don't look now! Maloney's getting a flurry of punches for her trouble!
The crowd start to BOO as Silas lays in with this brutal and sudden outburst before he drags Eavan up, only to try for a big boot..
Taj: Maloney rolls out of the way! She's back up to her feet!
America: SYKOBITTY STUNNER out of nowhere!
The live fans are on their feet as Silas hits the deck hard and Eavan drops, hooking the leg.
One..
Two…
THRE..Silas gets the shoulder up!
Taj: That was like a two and three quarter count, and this time, Eavan can't believe it!
America: Jessup is tenacious if nothing else.
Eavan drills Silas with a a fast forearm and she tries for the cover again
One…
Two…Silas gets the shoulder up again
Eavan takes a deep breath as she gets up to a kneeling position. The fan volume boosts up again as she grabs an arm and reels Jessup into the TAP OR DIE
Taj: Jessup struggles stay in this..
America: Hold up!
The fans get loud as Silas pulls off a feat of strength, getting to his feet in the underhook sleeper position before managing to break free and swing around..
Taj: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
The fans are amazed as Silas sends Eavan crashing into the corner. As she falls down and gets back up, Silas tries for another big boot..
America: Maloney gets out of the way and Silas gets crotched on the top turnbuckle!
Eavan wastes no time, running in and bringing Silas down with a nasty top rope german suplex!
Taj: Oh! This really could be it now!
One..
Two…
TH…Silas kicks out!
Once more, Eavan is in disbelief. She scowls with determination, and she takes an arm, slowly hauling Jessup up to a standing position.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Taj: Eavan Maloney is frustrated and she's going crazy with the chops!
Silas blocks a fourth attempt and the crowd volume gets even louder as he responds with his own chop flurry and then doubles her over with a knee before swinging her around..
Taj: L.A RECLAMATION PROJECT! This might be done, folks!
One…
Two…
TH…Maloney gets the shoulder up!
Silas sits up with sweat cascading down his face, and he utters a scream of anger. Silas gets a BOO as he uses his forearm to pin Eavan to the mat, the referee getting to the four count before Silas finally lets go.
Taj: You're right, America. We have an angry young man on our hands.
Silas angrily drags Maloney to her feet before whipping her into the corner and scoring a harsh corner clothesline before putting her up on ghebtkl rope and going for a superplex..
America: Maloney trying to fight out of this!
The fans cheer as Eavan manages to break out and shove Jessup off the top rope, hitting a mushroom stomp before she hooks Silus up in the underhook sleeper again, the crowd once more on their feet!
Taj: TAP OR DIE! TAP OR DIE!
Silus tries to hang on but he is forced to submit.
Taj: SYKOBITTY taking it home tonight against Silas Jessup!
America: WOAH HOLD ON A MINUTE HERE..
Maloney's music is playing and she watches on the rampway as Silas Jessup screams angrily as he gets up. The crowd BOO and Eavan covers her mouth as Silas lets out a roar before knocking the ref down unconscious! He stomps him as he stands, getting more boos before he slides out of the ring, kicking the announce table several times!
Taj: HEY! STOP IT!
Silas: ARGH!
He grabs one of the monitors and that thing flies as he throws it into the ring.
Taj: GEEZ! Silas Jessup has lost the plot!
Silas yells as he grabs the padding around ringside and begins to throw it in various directions.
Crowd: BOOO
Taj: Oh that poor kid and his sign..
Silas grabs a 1WM poster that a kid in the aisle was holding and ripped it to shreds before throwing it back at him. There are several bleeps while this is all happening as Silas goes on a cursing streak.
America: Now he's up on the stage taking it out on the video wall!
The fans boo Silas as he gives them two middle fingers before kicking the wall one more time, ripping the entrance curtains halfway down and disappearing backstage.
Backstage Glory GM "Pretty" Ricky Stanton is backstage walking down a hallway when he gets a text. He stops, looks, and laughs out loud just as Alyssa walks up to him.
Alyssa: Looks like you're in a good mood for a change.
PRS: I just reviewed your background check which came back good as I knew it would and…
Just then Aleki Kekoa walks up looking at Alyssa.
AK: ....Alyssa?
Alyssa: Aleki? I....I can't believe it....it's....it's been years!
They hug as Stanton watches in shock covering his mouth.
AK: So what brings you to One Wrestle?
Looks at Stanton with distain as Stanton calls for his guards and they get in front of him.
Alyssa: Well I .....I work for SE right now
Stanton laughs in the background.
PRS: Oh THIS. IS. PRECIOUS! Oh wow!
AK: You...you what?
Alyssa: Yeah, the cruise? You know the one we're going on? Well I'm the ship's doctor? (AK looks shocked as he looks to the ground) Look, I know you two are in a match but I don't want this to be a thing.
Ricky is laughing hysterically.
PRS: I mean (laughing) Look at him! Stewwing like chitterlings on a stove about this --- stinking up the arena! (laughing) OH this is GOLD!
Just then AK jumps the guards.
PRS: OH THERE HE IS!! There's the animal we all know! How poetic is this!
Ricky's laughing just as AK dives on him! Alyssa jumps out the way as the two start brawling! 1WM security runs in to break up the fight as Stanton's goon run in and pull him back.
PRS: YOU'RE A JOKE AK! AND IMMA SHOW EVERYONE TONIGHT JUST HOW MUCH OF A JOKE YOU ARE!
Singles Match
Samantha Tolson vs. Ace Sky
Samantha Tolson vs. Ace Sky
DING DING DING!!!
The two competitors circle each other before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Samantha powers Ace back to the ropes, pauses just as they arrive, and then hip tosses the smaller Ace over. Ace lands hard and Samantha jumps on for a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Samantha sits him up and takes a side headlock. Ace rolls her over into a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Samantha holds onto her headlock and rolls back over into the seated position. Ace tries to roll her over onto her back again and Samantha rolls through, switching to a front facelock that lands both of them face down on the mat on their stomachs. Ace tries to sit up and Samantha switches the hold to a seated guillotine. Ace gets his feet underneath himself, stands up and reverses into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
One..
Two…kick out!
Taj: Samantha is showing off her skills tonight!
America: Can you believe you just had to say that about a decorated champion in this sport?
Taj: It’s not the first time she’s shown these off!
America: True enough…
Ace and Samantha start to get up. Ace jumps up looking for a tornado DDT. Samantha spins and then starts to reverse into her own Northern Lights suplex. Ace jumps over into a sunset flip but Samantha drops down into a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Samantha tries to get Ace’s leg but Ace manages to kick her in the face to get away. Both competitors get to their feet. Ace jumps into a spinning heel kick that knocks Samantha down. Ace goes for Cosmos' Cobra Clutch/ Deepspace Deprivation and manages to get it in! Samantha reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break. Ace pulls Samantha back but Samantha pulls Ace down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
As they start up, Ace gets in a dropkick to Samantha’s legs. Ace goes for a grapple but Samantha cradles him again. Ace rolls through and both release their grips. As they stand up, Samantha gets in a clothesline, pulls Ace up, and then hits Beautiful Oblivion Rendezvous (Cross Rhodes)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Samantha got him!
America: She did indeed….but isn’t that what’s she supposed to do?
Torres: Here is your winner….Samantha Tolson!
Backstage in the dimly lit corridor, Brianna Matthews stands tall, her presence commanding attention. She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes focused and determined, ready to share her thoughts about the upcoming tag team match.
Brianna Matthews: You know, when they say every challenge is an opportunity, they must have been talking about a match like tonight. Teaming up with Oliver Black against Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick, it's like stepping onto a battlefield of potential. And let me tell you, I'm all about seizing every damn opportunity that comes my way.
She takes a moment to take in a deep breath, the excitement coursing through her veins evident in her every movement.
Brianna Matthews: Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick, you're not just opponents – you're the barometer against which we measure ourselves tonight. It's not just about wins and losses; it's about pushing ourselves, pushing each other to our absolute limits. You've got skills, there's no denying that, and I respect that. But make no mistake, respect doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you.
Her eyes narrow, a fire burning within them as she speaks.
Brianna Matthews: Oliver and I, we've been preparing for this match like it's the last damn thing we'll ever do. We've studied your moves, analyzed your tactics, and we're ready to counter anything you throw our way. And let's not forget about Douglas – "Mr. Personality" himself. I've tangled with you before, and I know you're not one to hold back. But remember, charisma doesn't win matches; skill and determination do.
She pauses, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
Brianna Matthews: Rebecca, I've heard whispers about your fierce attitude and no-nonsense approach. It's a trait I can respect. But tonight, you're not facing just anyone; you're facing someone who thrives on challenge, who lives for the fight.
Her voice takes on a more intense tone, a mix of anticipation and readiness.
Brianna Matthews: So, Douglas, Rebecca, when that bell rings, I hope you're bringing your A-game. Because Oliver and I, we're bringing everything we've got. We're bringing heart, skill, and the kind of determination that's fueled by the desire to make a statement, to show that when Brianna Matthews steps into that ring, it's an event in itself.
With a final determined look into the camera, Brianna Matthews exudes an aura of unwavering confidence, her words a clear declaration of her intent for the upcoming tag team match.
The words “earlier today” are shown on the lower right hand side of the screen as we see Douglas Crane, dressed in a very expensive looking suit and shoes, walking down the hallway of a hotel. He stops once he gets to the desired room and knocks on the door. After a few seconds of no answer he knocks politely on the door again.
Douglas Crane: Maybe she is not in…
He waits patiently, hands clasped together, looking around, whistling a tune before his left eye twitches a bit and then he begins banging on the door.
“LET US IN YOU BITCH!”
Just then the door swings open and Rebecca Maverick is standing there, chair in hand, ready to kill somebody.
Rebecca Maverick: Who in the hell?!
Crane smiles and goes in for a hug but Rebecca puts the chair in between the two.
Douglas Crane: Rebecca baby! It’s us, Douglas Crane, your tag team partner for tonight!
Rebecca Maverick: I know who you are, freak, what the hell are you doing in my room?!
Douglas Crane: Ah, so you’re inviting us in, lovely!
Rebecca Maverick: What?! NO!
Douglas pushes her aside somewhat forcefully as he enters her hotel room and takes a seat on a chair by a desk.
Douglas Crane: Wow, your room is much nicer than ours sweetheart.
Rebecca Maverick: Hey, first of all, stop calling me baby and sweetheart and whatever else you might think of… Second of all, I didn’t say you could come in, third-
Douglas Crane: I mean no disrespect, just thought we could be friendly since we’re tagging tonight… That’s why I am here, so you can talk to The Grappler about match strategy.
Rebecca Maverick: Talk to who?
Douglas Crane: The Grappler…
Rebecca Maverick: Who is that?
Douglas Crane: The Grappler Douglas Crane.
Rebecca Maverick: So you go buy the grappler now?
Douglas Crane: Oh dear God no child, I’m merely his manager… Most people call me Mr. Personality, kind of silly but you know, fans are gonna name you what they want.
Rebecca Maverick: You’re Mr. Personality, but not “the grappler”?
Douglas Crane: Right.
Rebecca Maverick: But you’re the same person.
Douglas Crane: Only technically.
Rebecca Maverick: What the f-? Get out!
Douglas Crane: No, wait, please, look.
Douglas stands up and then grabs Rebecca by her shoulders and forcefully, but nicely, puts her in front of the mirror of the room. She shrugs him off.
Rebecca Maverick: Get off me!
Douglas Crane: Okay, okay! There, now just talk to him.
He points with both hands, palms up, at the mirror. She looks at him through the mirror then back at him.
Rebecca Maverick: I really don’t got time for any of this nonsense.
Douglas Crane: Please, just look.
She rolls her eyes, but looks, and still only sees him. She is about to turn back when he starts talking, but in a very different tone of voice that grabs her attention.
Douglas Crane: Listen here, “Pittsburgh Princess”, it’s really simple… You want to win this match just as badly as we do… Yeah we won our last match but we still have a long way to go if we want to climb the ranks of 1WM. I know you are new like us, so you have the same goal in mind. We can help each other out and winning this tag match tonight can help both of us tremendously… So what I need you to do is-
She holds up her finger.
Rebecca Maverick: Um, no. I don’t know what little game you’re playing here, but I’m not going to be a part of it… All YOU need to do tonight is hold your end of the deal… Tag me when you’re in trouble and I’ll tag you if I need to, though I doubt it… That’s it, simple enough. Don’t mess up!
Douglas responds, but he is back to his Mr. Personality voice.
Douglas Crane: But listen hon-, um, Ms. Maverick… Let us-
Rebecca Maverick: Noooope! I’m done, I’m out of here.
She grabs her things and storms out of the room.
Douglas Crane: But this is your room!
All you hear is the door being slammed. Douglas turns to his reflection in the mirror.
Douglas Crane: I think that went swell.
His reflection responds.
Douglas Crane: Oh shut up you old fool.
Tag Team Match
Oliver Black and Brianna Matthews vs.
[/color] Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick[/font][/div]Oliver Black and Brianna Matthews vs.
DING DING DING!!!
Brianna starts in only for Oliver to grab her by the arm and slow her down. Brianna looks back to him and the painted faced man simply nods to their opponents. Brianna looks over and sees Douglas Crane and Rebecca Maverick holding an intense conversation with each other. Brianna frowns while Oliver pats her on the shoulder reassuringly. Meanwhile, across the ring, Rebecca and Douglas’ discussion turns even more heated, hands gesturing this way and that as the crowd watches on, almost rooting them on to start fighting. Douglas points at Rebecca and then points at their opponents. Rebecca points at Douglas and then back to himself. Oliver smirks and nods knowingly while Brianna’s frown turns aggravated and irritated.
Taj: Look at this, Oliver thinks this is great!
America: Brianna looks annoyed but that’s no shock….
Taj: What are they doing?
America: I have no idea…
Rebecca gesticulates even more wildly, Douglas just looking back at the woman as if she’s being both stupid and a brat. Rebecca reacts poorly to this look and jabs a finger into Douglas’s face. Douglas moves the finger from his face and Rebecca puts it right back. Douglas slaps it away and Rebecca shoves Douglas. Douglas slaps Rebecca hard across the face and Rebecca shoves Douglas hard enough to send him into the ropes. Douglas waves Rebecca off dismissively. Rebecca flips Douglas off and then turns to go to the match. Douglas comes off the ropes and hits Rebecca with a Clothesline from Hell!.
Taj: This situation just exploded!
America: Rebecca Maverick was being an idiot and Douglas just showed her the consequences for such behavior!
Taj: And Oliver’s smile couldn’t get bigger if he wanted it to!
America: And Brianna looks like she wants to run somebody over!
Oliver nods to Brianna and the two charge across the ring. They send Douglas through the ropes and then Oliver moves in on the still down Rebecca. He drags Rebecca up and hits her with Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker). As Rebecca starts to go down, Brianna roars in and drills Rebecca with a jumping implant DDT! Rebecca goes down and Brianna covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Rebecca Maverick just got...
America: Douglas showed her a lesson in violence!
Taj: And Oliver and Brianna...
America: Were the instruments of said lesson!
Torres: Here are your winners… the team Brianna Matthews and Oliver Black!
The match is over but something seems to snap inside of Crane as he watches Oliver Black from outside the ring. As Oliver is about to exit the ring, Douglas slides into the ring, charges at Oliver, nailing him with a forearm to the head that causes Oliver to fall through the ropes and onto the apron.
Taj: Cheap-shot city!
America: Guess the match isn't over for Douglas Crane?
Crane steps to the outside as well, and then stomps on Black a few times before bringing him to his feet. This is when Oliver tries to fight back, nailing Crane with a few forearms of his own but Crane puts a stop to that with a few stiff knees to the stomach. With Oliver doubled over, Crane grabs him by his head and hooks it between his legs. He then lifts Oliver with a gut wrench before piledriving him on the apron!
Taj: Oh my God what the hell is wrong with this guy?! The match is clearly over, there is no need for this level of violence!
America: This level? I think he's about to take it up a notch...
Taj: But why? Why now?! Why not during the match?!
America: You're asking me why a deranged individual like Douglas Crane does what he does? You're even crazier than him!
As Oliver's body limply falls to the floor below, Crane drops to a push up position and then slithers towards him and begins to repeat those words again, going from a soft tone to down right screams...
Douglas Crane: Release me... release me.... RELEASE ME!
Crane looks under the ring and pulls out his small-handle axe he used at one point to threaten Sydney Simons... But unlike with Sydney, he actually uses it this time, mounting Oliver and then hitting him on his forehead with the back of it until he busts him open!
Taj: Okay this is getting to be too much, someone stop this!
America: Man ain't nobody getting anywhere near Crane while he is holding a damn axe!
Too true, as officials and referees plead with Crane to stop the carnage but Crane flips the axe around, and contemplates splitting Oliver's skull wide open but then he shakes his head, as if struggling mentally and then gets off Oliver, tossing the axe to the side and then beginning to walk away from him. The officials and refs back away and are about to go help Oliver when Crane stops and shakes his head.
Douglas Crane: No.. NO... NOT ENOUGH! HE WANTED THIS! RELEASE MEEEEE!
He turns back around with malice in his eyes as he picks up a bloody Oliver, turns him around and applies his cobra clutch submission. The crowd is booing loudly, as one of their favorites is getting manhandled. Crane then drags Oliver's limp body towards the time keepers table and then he releases the Cobra Clutch, spinning Oliver around and grabbing him by his throat with his left hand. He then pulls him in so he can whisper into his ear.
Douglas Crane: Nobody controls me but us...
Crane then lifts Oliver up, spins around and chokeslams him through the time-keeper's table! The crowd boos even louder while a chant of "holy-shit!" begins to echo throughout the arena. Crane now sits down next to the broken and bloodied body of Oliver and pulls him in so he can cradle him and then begins to pat his hair as he shushes him. The crowd, the officials, everyone doesn't quite know what to make of the scene and a hush falls over the crowd.
America: Okay now it's getting weird.
Taj: Someone please do something, maybe get the cops, looney-bin police, anyone out here...
The camera fades away from the scene into a commercial.
Recording LIVE August 15th, 2023
From The Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
Singles Match
Sydney Simon vs. Prince Ryder
Sydney Simon vs. Prince Ryder
Prince Ryder and Sydney Simon stare at each other from opposite ends of the ring as the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Sydney runs at Prince Ryder, leaping up into the air. Prince Ryder catches her and runs forward, driving her straight into the corner. Prince Ryder hits her with a shoulder thrust in the corner, and then a second one! Ryder goes for a third one, but Sydney Simon hops over him and maneuvers out onto the apron. Ryder goes for a right hand, but Sydney blocks it and responds with a kick to the side of the head! Ryder staggers back, but quickly runs at Sydney and baseball slides underneath Sydney’s legs to the outside of the ring.
Ryder grabs Sydney’s legs and pulls him off the apron, dropping him face first onto the side of the ring. Ryder quickly climbs back up onto the apron and waits for Sydney to get up. When he does, Ryder dives off the apron, hitting her with a somersault plancha! Ryder picks Sydney up and tosses her back into the ring.
Ryder rolls back in as Sydney gets back to her feet. Ryder kicks Sydney in the stomach and sets her up for a suplex, but Sydney slips behind Ryder. Sydney pushes Ryder into the ropes and tries to roll him up, but Ryder hangs onto the ropes. Sydney rolls backwards and to her feet, right into a knee from Ryder! Ryder goes for a cover.
One…
Tw…kick out!
Sydney nails Ryder in the midsection with a punch, and then a second one, causing him to double over. Sydney hops up on the turnbuckle second rope and then leaps off, taking Ryder down with a missile dropkick! Ryder is caught a bit off guard, but as he gets back to his feet, Sydney runs at him and takes him down with a clothesline! Sydney whips Ryder into the ropes and hits him with a chop on the rebound!
Crowd: WOOO!
Ryder clutches his chest, but chops Sydney right back, the force knocking her down to the mat!
Crowd WOOO!
As soon as Sydney gets back up, Ryder chops her across the chest a second time.
Crowd: WOOO!
Ryder whips Sydney across the ring. Sydney bounces off the ropes and Ryder tosses her over his head with a back body drop! Sydney immediately rolls out of the ring, holding her back. The frustration is clear on her face as Sydney gets to her feet. Before Sydney can do anything however, Ryder dives out of the ring, catching Sydney with a suicide dive! Sydney falls backwards into the barricade as the crowd cheers. Ryder lifts Sydney up again and rolls her back into the ring.
Ryder follows Sydney back into the ring and goes to grab her head, but Sydney pushes Ryder off of her. Ryder goes to grab her again, but Sydney pushes him off a second time. Ryder runs and bounces against the ropes. Sydney drops down to the mat. Ryder leaps over Sydney and bounces off the ropes. Sydney goes for a dropkick, but Ryder swats the attempt away. Sydney gets back to her feet and Ryder hits her with a running enzuigiri! Ryder takes a couple of steps back and goes for a standing shooting star press, but Sydney is able to move out of the way. However, Ryder somehow manages to anticipate this, landing on his feet. Ryder runs at a rising Sydney for a boot, but Sydney ducks underneath and tries to roll up Ryder. Ryder rolls through and goes for a running knee. Sydney drops down to the mat and rolls to her feet. Ryder stumbles a bit and Sydney catches him with a German suplex! She bridges into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Sydney blasts Ryder with a right hand as he gets to his feet before nailing him with a second one, knocking Ryder backwards. Sydney runs at the ropes and goes for a running elbow smash, but Ryder stops it and hits her with a STO backbreaker! Ryder climbs to the top rope, waiting for Sydney Simon to get up. Prince Ryder dives off the top rope, but Sydney sidesteps. Fortunately for Ryder, he tucks and rolls and gets back to his feet. Ryder runs at Sydney, looking for a clothesline, but Sydney ducks and Ryder bounces off the ropes. Sydney hunches over, but Ryder leaps on top of her, setting her up and slamming her to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb!
Sydney grasps her head as she staggers to her feet. She runs at Ryder, looking for a clothesline, but Ryder ducks underneath. He grabs Sydney by the head and drives her to the mat with a neckbreaker! Ryder gets to his feet and takes steps forward, hitting Sydney with a standing shooting star press! Ryder goes for the cover.
One…
Two…KICK OUT!!
Ryder drags Sydney up by the hair and knees her in the stomach. He drags her over to the turnbuckle corner and lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle. Ryder hits Sydney with a right hand, then a second, then a third, causing Sydney to rear her head backward. Ryder climbs to the second turnbuckle, trying to grab a hold on Sydney, who hits him with a sharp headbutt! Sydney grabs Ryder by the head and blasts him with a second headbutt! Ryder falls backwards to the mat, going immediately to climb to his feet. Sydney steadies herself onto the top rope and then dives off looking for a knee to the face. Ryder ducks out of the way causing Sydney to crash and burn! Ryder sees an opening, pulls Sydney to her feet, and snaps off RYDEOFYOURLIFE (superkick)! Ryder hooks the legs.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...Prince Ryder!!
Taj: Prince Ryder picks up the win here tonight!
America: Sydney Simon just couldn’t build enough momentum to get things going. Ryder was too good here tonight!
Ryder stood in the center of the ring, soaking up the adulation of the fans. As he turned to leave the ring, he was suddenly attacked from behind. Sydney snuck up on him and hit him with a low blow!
Male crowd: OWWWW!!!!
Dazed, Ryder staggers forward. Sydney takes advantage and attacks him with a flurry of punches and kicks! Ryder tries to defend himself, but he is no match.
Taj: You had to know that Sydney wasn’t going to simply roll over and lose gracefully!
America: There’s no such thing as losing gracefully.
The referee tries to break up the fight, but is unsuccessful. The two wrestlers continued to brawl, oblivious to the chaos around them. Finally, security guards rush into the ring and separate the two. Ryder is helped to his feet by the referee as Sydney is escorted out by security guards.
Singles Match
Kelli Saint vs. Raijin Hunter
Kelli Saint vs. Raijin Hunter
Taj: You have to assume that Raijin is the favorite, right?
America: He’s good. He just went toe to toe with Q last month but…
Taj: But…?
America: Are we going to pretend that Kelli isn’t a little bit crazy? C’mon now…
Taj: She has accomplished a lot more than most people realize…
America: She’s had more success than she gets credit for! It doesn’t mean she’s going to win this, but it does mean she’s got a chance!
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!!!
Kelli and Raijin both circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, Raijin grabs hold of Kelli 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. Kelli hits the mat hard but tries to pull herself up to her feet. Raijin delivers a series of chops to Kelli’s chest before lifting her into the air and delivering a snap suplex! Raijin floats over into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Kelli starts to drag herself back up to her feet. Raijin bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. He tries to hit Kelli with a knee strike, though she’s able to duck out of the way just in time. Raijin stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance. Kelli smirks as Raijin turns around to face her---leaping into the air and hitting him with an enziguiri! Raijin stumbles and drops to a knee. He recovers quickly, but not quick enough to keep Kelli from sending him crashing to the mat with a jumping double knee strike! She hooks the leg and covers herself.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: A good back and forth start!
America: Again, I’m not entirely sure why we chose to write Kelli off as much as we have! She’s good!
Kelli makes it up to her feet. Raijin drags himself to his feet. Once he’s up, Kelli runs at him and hits him with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second. She then grabs hold of Raijin and shoots him into the nearest turnbuckle. Raijin slumps against it in pain. Kelli runs across the ring and tries to deliver a back elbow in the corner. Just before she can make contact with Raijin, he ducks out of the way! She crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers. Before she can regain her balance, Raijin grabs hold of her, lifts her into the air, and delivers a belly to back suplex bridging it into a pin.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was a BIG suplex!
America: Kelli’s a lot smaller than a lot of the opponents that Raijin faces, so he can show off a bit of his strength.
Kelli drags herself back up to her feet as Raijins runs at her. He tries to hit her with an enziguri, but she ducks out of the way. Kelli waits for Raijin to reach his feet and leaps into the air for a dropkick, which he’s also able to block. Raijin grabs hold of her and shoots her across the ring--- lifting her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam on the rebound! Kelli hits the mat hard. Raijin positions himself over her. He pauses for a moment before leaping into the air and trying to land on her with a standing shooting star press! Kelli gets her knees into the air and blocks the attempt before rolling Raijin up.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Kelli runs at Raijin to try and keep her momentum going. Unfortunately for her, Raijin is ready to strike---stepping forward and delivering a vicious knee strike! Kelli drops down to the mat as Raijin steps out onto the apron. He pauses for a moment and glares in the ring.
Taj: Wonder what Raijin has in mind here?
Kelli reaches her feet and steps toward the ropes. Raijin springboards into the ring and hits Kelli with a forearm! Rajin grabs the wobbly Kelli.and drops her with the Tornado Spike (Rainmaker)!
Taj: This could be it!
America: Come on, Kelli…don’t let this little dweeb win!
Raijin hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Raijin Hunter!!!
America: GODDAMNIT!
Singles Match
“Samoan War Machine” Aleki Kekoa vs. “Pretty” Ricky Stanton
“Samoan War Machine” Aleki Kekoa vs. “Pretty” Ricky Stanton
The referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Aleki Kekoa and Ricky Stanton begin to circle each other in the ring. Ricky tries for a quick grab but Aleki manages to avoid it. The Samoan War Machine tries for a quick kick, but Ricky is able to dodge it. The two competitors lock up. Ricky pulls Aleki into a standing side headlock. moves to the ropes, trying to push the Samoan off, but Ricky reverses, pulling Aleki back towards him and catching him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Ricky follows with a vertical suplex.
America: Aleki compares himself to a god and tonight Ricky is looking to become a godslayer.
Taj: You cannot underestimate the heart of Aleki.
America: I’m not. I am correctly estimating his ability to survive that bloated ego bald headed Ricky.
Trying to keep his momentum going while attempting to keep Alekia down, Ricky moves in for an Indian death lock, but Aleki manages to fight him off and get back to his feet, connecting with a roundhouse kick. He follows with a series of martial arts strikes and another roundhouse. Aleki drops a leg and goes for a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taj: And Aleki with the first pin attempt of the night.
America: Way too soon to try and put Ricky away.
Aleki gets to his feet and shoots the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. Aleki quickly gets to his feet, lifting Ricky up off the mat. Ricky is able to counter with a Northern Lights suplex.
One…
Two…kick out!
Ricky is quick on the attack, catching Aleki with a German suplex. Ricky moves into position, locking Aleki into a surfboard. Aleki refuses to tap out. Ricky manages to lean back with Aleki up in the air, but this puts Ricky into a pin position and the referee moves to make the count. Ricky breaks the hold, allowing Aleki to drop to the mat.
Taj: That surfboard almost backfired on Ricky.
America: Ricky wants to hurt Aleki.
Ricky rolls Aleki over and goes for a figure four leg lock, but Aleki manages to kick him away against the ropes. Aleki catches Ricky with a monkey flip as he comes off the ropes. He follows with a flying clothesline and then shoots the ropes, hitting another clothesline on the rising Ricky. Seeing his opportunity, Aleki hooks the legs as he covers.
One…
Two…kick out!
Aleki shakes the cobwebs out and gets to his feet. He steps out of the ring and launches himself over the top rope with a leg drop, but Ricky moves out of the way, catching Aleki with a tiger driver. Sensing his moment, his opportunity to end this, Ricky gets into position and pulls Aleki up off the mat, going for a bodyslam. Aleki manages to push Ricky off and connects with a thrust kick, sending Ricky to the outside.
Taj: Ricky looking to end this early, but Aleki was not going to let it happen.
America: When Ricky decides to end this, Aleki is not going to have a choice.
Seeing Ricky on the outside and throwing caution to the wind, Aleki shoots the ropes and dashes across the ring. He launches himself over the top rope and nails a suicide dive on Ricky! Both men are down outside the ring.
Taj: Aleki throwing caution to the wind with a suicide dive!
One…Aleki gets to his feet first, lifting Ricky off the floor.
Two…Ricky pushes Aleki into the side of the ring and then whips him into the stairs.
Three…Aleki counters and uses the stairs to hit a springboard roundhouse kick!
Four…Aleki lifts his rival up off the floor, but Ricky grabs and tosses him onto the floor with a belly-to-belly suplex!
Five…Trying to hurt Aleki, Ricky picks him up and tosses him into the barricade with another belly-to-belly suplex!
Six…Ricky then rolls into the ring to stop the count.
Taj: Ricky Stanton is tossing Aleki Kekoa like a rag doll!
Ricky rolls back out and eats an upkick from Aleki. Ricky staggers back as Aleki gets to his feet. Suddenly Brianna, steel chair in hand, hops over the guardrail and stands between Ricky and Aleki.
Taj: What in the world is Brianna doing here?!
America: Looks like she’s standing by her man.
Brianna tosses the chair to Ricky, steps out of the way, and motions for Ricky to have at it on Aleki. Ricky catches the chair and blasts Aleki with it!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!
America: HOLY SHIT!!
Taj: What have we just witnessed?! Is Brianna aligned with Ricky?
The referee immediately calls for the disqualification! As the bell rings, Ricky glares angrily up at the referee. He starts to move in towards the referee when Aleki manages to get to his feet. Ricky turns and Aleki jumps into a superman punch. Ricky puts the chair up and Aleki connects, knocking the weapon away. Ricky turns around and the two start trading punches!
Ricky manages to tackle Aleki and they continue to fire away on each other, each drawing blood from multiple places! Security floods the area to try to pull them apart from one another. Ricky is dragged back towards the entranceway and Aleki gets up, gets away from his security contingent and dives onto the pile holding down Ricky! The two begin fighting more and security drags them away from each other again.
Torres: Here is your winner….due to disqualification….Aleki Kekoa!!!
Taj: Aleki picks up a victory but this war is not over!
America: Ricky had an irrational moment and it cost him the battle!
In the backstage area, the camera focuses on Ya Girl Q, her eyes ablaze with intensity. The 1WM World Heavyweight Title rests firmly on her shoulder, a silent testament to her dominance.
Ya Girl Q: (Voice dripping with anger) Bianca Davis, you must be feeling pretty proud of yourself, huh? Attacking me month after month, targeting my knee, thinking you've got some upper hand. Then, when I lay my hands on you prior to your match, you throw a hissy fit and threaten legal action against 1WM all in a guise to get a shot at me. Well, let me set the record straight, sweetheart.
Q's grip on the title tightens, her knuckles turning white with the force of her emotions.
Ya Girl Q: (Fiercely) You might have thought you were clever, sneaking around and trying to take me out of the game. But guess what? You just awakened a beast you can't control.
She takes a step forward, her gaze unwavering and filled with pure rage.
Ya Girl Q: (Seething) Tonight, when we step into that ring, I'm not just defending this title I RIGHTFULLY deserve. I'm defending my honor, my pride, and every drop of sweat I've poured into this business. You wanted to play dirty, Bianca? Well, congratulations, you've got my full attention now.
As she continues, a cruel smile twists Q's lips, her voice dripping with venom.
Ya Girl Q: (Mockingly) "I hope you're ready for the pain you've invited into your life. Because when I'm through with you, you'll be lucky if you can even crawl out of that ring."
Her grip on the title loosens as her fingers flex, a visual representation of the storm brewing within her.
Ya Girl Q: (With raw emotion) You see, Bianca, attacking me wasn't just a tactical move. It was personal. You were tired of playing second fiddle to me when we were both represented by the Samson Family. You were jealous and rather than use that jealousy to fuel you, you threw a tantrum. You got a win over me before I was the champ. I applaud you for that, Bianca. I really do. But what did you do with that opportunity after that? Zip. Zilch. Nada. I used my loss as a learning opportunity. Meanwhile, you when you couldn’t follow up on that momentum, you went boo hoo hoo and walked away. Me? Well, I’m the champ. That’s why when Ricky came and got in your ear like the snake that he is, you fell for his deceitful ways. Just admit it. You were always jealous of Ya Girl Q and it ate away at you. That’s why you attacked me time after time as you tried to destroy my leg. That’s when you made it personal. And trust me, you've unleashed a fury that will consume you tonight. The sound of your bones breaking will be music to my ears.
As she speaks, the camera captures the fire in Q's eyes, a fire that promises destruction and retribution.
Ya Girl Q: (Dangerously calm) So, Bianca Davis, enjoy your last moments of false confidence. Tonight, the spotlight will be on us, and you'll learn the hard way that there are consequences for crossing me. It’s time to humble the wannabe Queen once and for all. You’re going to learn that ego is the enemy and you’ll do so as I release the air from that head of yours. It’s time for the childish posts on X to stay on X as of this moment because you’re looking at the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Ya Girl Q. The GREATEST. And I’m ready to go out there and prove the moniker once again. I won’t be asking you to bend thy knee like you so callously tell everyone. No, I’m going to drop you on your neck and show you that you may hold a win over me in the past but this is the present and the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Ya Girl Q, is also the future.
With a final, seething glare at the camera, Ya Girl Q turns and strides away, leaving behind an aura of simmering rage that hangs heavy in the air.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Arley Kirk vs. Nina Stokes ©
Arley Kirk vs. Nina Stokes ©
Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is set for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Suddenly 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 want thank you, cause you made me that much stronger.”
Taj: Well this is a surprise!
America: It’s not like Justice didn’t say she wouldn’t be here tonight in some fashion or form.
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 over to have a seat at the announce table.
Taj: Welcome to the commentary table, Justice.
Justice: Thanks Taj! It's great to see you as always.
America: What brings you out here tonight?
Justice: Look, I've been telling people since Glory that I would be here on Legendary but I just didn't tell them in what capacity. I am out here to watch this match up close and in person.
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Lake Fenton, Michigan….weighing in at one hundred and seven pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is the FIRST EVER and arguably considered THE GREATEST 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the challenger….this is The Suicide Blonde….ARLEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY KIRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
Taj: Arley is widely considered the greatest World Heavyweight Champion 1WM has ever had.
America: How much longer are we going to have this debate?
Justice: Don't you guys just love her? I mean look at her. Giving a kid a juice box and another one her angel wings. She should take solice in knowing her brother is watching her right now. Did you guys know that one time I had lunch with Lash. And then later that night we tried to get one of the halls slicked down and were about to go slide on our shoes trying to taze each other?
Taj: Really? That does sound like something the late Lash would attempt.
Justice: Yeah but they stopped us just before we did it and they took the tazers away. I miss that guy.
“Sei to Shi to Kimi” by MUCC blares through the Barker Hangar as Nina Stokes, Pride title around her waist, makes her way down to the ring to a chorus of boos.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Miami, Florida….weighing in at a weight of one hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she represents The Samson Family….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….she is Jidai no Makuake….NINNNNNNNNAAAAAA STOKEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: We are bearing witness to the most dominate Pride of 1WM Champion!
Taj: There has been this undercurrent between you and Nina for the past couple of months, Justice.
Justice: She may be taller than me but I'm not scared of her. Besides you seem to forget that I once represented The Samson Family.
America: I haven’t forgotten that you were kicked out of the Samson Family as well.
Justice: The ref just checked them both over and we are ready for action. Let's ring the bell already.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell sounds, signaling the start of the match. Arley and Nina tie up in the center of the ring. Nina quickly snags Arley into a side headlock. Arley struggles for a bit before pushing Nina backwards into the ropes. She shoves her off, whipping Nina to the other side of the ring. Nina bounces forward and Arley catches her with a back elbow, knocking her down to the mat. Arley runs, bounces off the ropes, and Nina rolls onto her stomach on the mat. Arley leaps over Nina and runs against the ropes. Nina gets up and nails Arley with a back elbow of her own, knocking her down. Nina runs and bounces off the ropes, hopping over Arley’s stomach-prone laying body on the mat. Arley quickly hops to her feet and chops Nina across the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
Arley runs and bounces off the ropes. Both competitors attempt a clothesline, colliding into each other! They stagger back and then simultaneously run against the ropes. They both attempt a clothesline again, knocking each other back. Arley charges at Nina, who lifts her up into the air and drops her across the ropes! Arley grabs at her face, backing up into the corner. Nina whips Arley into the corner. Arley hops up onto the second rope and turns. Nina runs at Arley, who leaps and dives off the turnbuckle, nailing her with a shoulder block! Arley goes for the cover.
One…kick out!
Arley nails a rising Nina with a kick to the stomach and then a forearm to the face, backing her against the ropes. Arley goes to whip Nina to the ropes, but Nina reverses, sending Arley into the ropes. Nina doubles over and Arley rolls over Nina’s back. Arley wraps her arms around Nina’s waist, but Nina back elbows Arley once, twice, a third time, causing Arley to release her grip and turn around, clutching her face. Nina grabs Arley and plants her with a backdrop. Arley clutches her back, staggering back to her feet. Nina runs and clotheslines Arley over the top rope to the outside!
Nina slides out of the ring, then goes to grab Arley, who grabs her by her outfit, and pulls her face first into the barricade! Arley gets back to her feet and grabs Nina by the head, tossing her back first into the apron! Arley rolls Nina back into the ring and then follows suit. Arley holds onto the ropes and leaps up into the air, driving a knee into Nina’s midsection. Arley keeps her hold onto the top rope, choking Nina with her foot. The ref admonishes her ,but Arley keeps her foot there. The ref begins to count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…Arley pulls her foot off Nina’s throat to avoid being disqualified.
Taj: Arley showing a very aggressive style that we aren't quite used to from her.
America: So it’s called an “aggressive style” when Arley does it but let someone like Nina do it I bet you’ll call it cheating?
Justice: It's only cheating if you get caught.
Nina coughs as she recovers. Arley brings Nina up to her feet and kicks her in the stomach and again and again! Arley goes to whip Nina, but Nina digs her feet and pulls Arley in, sending her over the top rope. Arley lands on the apron however. Nina turns around and blasts Arley with a forearm, stunning her. Nina grabs and suplexes her over the top rope into the ring! Nina goes for the cover.
One….
Two…
T…KICK OUT!!
Nina tries to lock on a side chokehold, but Arley swats her away, struggling to get to her feet. Arley blasts Nina with a kick to the side of the head, causing her to stumble back. Arley gets her bearings and then runs at Nina, who catches her with a spinebuster! Arley gets grabbed by Nina and hit with a belly to belly suplex! Arley grabs onto her head as Nina runs and bulldogs Arley, bringing her down to the mat. Nina holds Arley down on the mat and snags in a crossface!
Arley struggles, a mix of being in pain and trying to get to the ropes! She drags hers and Nina’s body, and eventually wrestles her way out and underneath the bottom ropes, crawling to the outside of the ring. Nina reaches out for Arley, but Arley blasts Nina with a right hand, causing her to fall back into the ring. Arley climbs up onto the ring apron and drives a shoulder into Nina’s midsection and then puts her head in between Nina’s legs, propelling Nina over the top rope to the outside of the ring!
Nina crashes to the outside as Arley gets into the ring. Arley takes a moment to evaluate before running and bouncing off the ropes. She dives through the ropes, hitting Nina with a Tope Con Hilo, sending Nina bouncing back first off the barricade! Arley grabs Nina and rolls her back into the ring. Arley goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Arley brings Nina up to her feet and goes to set her up for a move. However, Nina wriggles out of it and goes to execute a Northern’s Light suplex! Arley holds on capturing Nina and locking her into a guillotine choke! Nina nearly crumbles under the hold, but is able to fight out of it and plant Arley with the Northern Lights suplex!
Taj: Both women are visibly struggling more as the wear of the match gets to them.
As they get to their feet, Nina is able to catch the first move by knocking Arley down with a clothesline. Arley gets up and runs into a second clothesline! Arley gets to her feet and attempts a clothesline, but Nina ducks underneath, grabbing Arley’s arm and pulling her into a wrench, kicking her in the stomach! Nina sets her up for a powerbomb and lifts her up, looking for a crucifix powerbomb. Arley slides behind Nina, landing on her feet. Arley runs at the ropes and bounces off, looking for a flying Metsu Shoryuken uppercut. Nina sidesteps and kicks her in the back, causing Arley to drop to the mat. Nina gets behind a rising Arley and plants her with a German suplex! Stunned, Arley pops right up. Nina grabs her and plants her with an impaler DDT! Nina hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
TH…..SHOULDER UP!
Nina looks a little surprised, but maintains her confidence, staring down at Arley. Nina looks at the turnbuckle and then goes to climb it. She reaches the top, but is quickly thrown off when Arley gets up and blasts her with a side kick to the head. Arley climbs to the second rope and then the top rope. She hooks Nina and executes a superplex, holding on and lifting her up to plant Nina with a falcon arrow! Arley climbs to her feet as Nina starts to stir, holding her back and getting to her feet. Arley runs at Nina and then leaps into the air, blasting her with a Superman punch!
Taj: Nina goes down!
Justice: Oh my god! Did you guys see that? Arley being very impressive!
America: I mean she is “the greatest” right?
Arley looks at Nina intensely with a fire in her eyes, waiting for her to get back up again. When Nina does, Arley goes for a second punch, but Nina dodges it. Nina goes for an uppercut, but Arley sidesteps and goes to set up for belly to back! Nina spins out of Arley’s grip and catches her in a waistlock. Nina runs forward, pushing Arley into the ropes. Arley holds onto the ropes, stopping the momentum causing Nina to roll back onto her knees. Arley immediately goes for a superkick, but Nina swats her foot away. Arley stumbles. Nina quickly grabs Arley and snaps off Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows III (Boma Ye Knee Strike)! Nina goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion….Nina Stokes!
Taj: After a back and forth competitive match, Nina retains her Pride of 1WM Championship against the first ever WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: A lot of people are going to say that Arley had a lot of ring rust coming into this match but there is no denying that Nina is a force like no other right now!
A moment or two passes after the bell rings. A humongous wave of exhaustion waves over Nina before rolls away from Arley. She takes a moment to breathe before she gets to her knees as MUCC’s “Sei to Shi to Kimi” continues to play throughout the arena. Nina uses the ropes to return to her feet. The referee quickly raises her hand before handing the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship to her. Nina gazes at the face plate for a moment. She then lifts her eyes and signals for a microphone. One is handed to her a few seconds later as her music dies down.
Nina Stokes: Everyone has different motivations when they journey to a new promotion. Some wish to enjoy new scenery; others desire a change of pace. Or perhaps there is someone or something that draws their interest―
She pauses for a brief moment.
Nina Stokes: Domination was my purpose in coming to One Wrestle Movement. Professional wrestling has afforded me the opportunity to travel all across the planet. Each stop has ushered in a new challenge, a new fight.
She nods.
Nina Stokes: Truth be told, I likely would have been content simply beating ass. However, my prowess and relentlessness directed me toward this here Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship.
Her eyes glance down at its faceplate.
Nina Stokes: Many have stepped between these ropes, but only a selected few can ever truthfully claim themselves to be a champion. I am one of the elite. Hate me. Love me. It makes little difference to me. However, there isn’t a person on this planet that can deny the prestige I have brought to this championship. Time and time again, people stepped to me and failed. After proving myself to be a force to be reckoned with, my peers resorted to ulterior tactics. I was attacked multiple times after matches. People attempted to drag my name through the mud. My character was questioned.
A short guff escapes her lips.
Nina Stokes: And yet, not a single one of them could beat me once that bell rang. All the bullshit turned to silence.
She shakes her head.
Nina Stokes: For months on end, I searched. I looked far and wide for someone who I could truly test my skills against. It took me until tonight to find that person.
She looks over at the woman she just fought.
Nina Stokes: Arley? You are distinguished from every single person I have met here. Why? It is because you understood the vital difference between self-confidence and disrespect. You believed in your abilities. You believed in yourself. However, that belief in yourself was not a gateway to disrespect as it has been for so many others.
A brief moment passes.
Nina Stokes: I questioned whether or not you would be the one to keep your word. Whether or not you were capable of giving me that match that you promised. I had my doubts, as you can imagine. Nevertheless, I am woman enough to admit when I am wrong. We did in fact tear the house down. And you did in fact give me the best match that I have had here in One Wrestle Movement―
She snaps her fingers.
Nina Stokes: And yet, I am still the champion.
Nina stares at the belt once again.
Nina Stokes: Every campaign has a conclusion. Every conquest has an end. And tonight is mine.
With that, Nina hands the championship belt back to the referee.
Nina Stokes: A few days ago, I made a decision that this would be my last match within One Wrestle Movement. Win or loss, this would be it. And I always aim to be a woman of my word, even if those words only apply to myself. Therefore, effective immediately, I relinquish the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship.
A mixed reaction ripples throughout the crowd.
Taj: I can’t believe what I have just heard! Nina Stokes has vacated the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: HOLY SHIT!
Justice: The Samson Family must be really hating this right about now.
Nina waits for the noise level to die down a bit.
Nina Stokes: Thank you, Arley. I mean that.
There’s another pause.
Nina Stokes: Conversely, that also means that I am withdrawing from the Samson Family. Joshua? You have been truly wonderful. Thank you for everything. And I pray that your next client is even more successful than I am.
“Sei to Shi to Kimi” begins to play again as Nina rests the microphone on the mat. Afterwards, she exits the ring.
America: WHAT N THE HELL?! Nina Stokes has just quit!
Taj: From all of us, we like to say thank you, Nina.
Justice: When she watches the playback she will hear you. But right now even though we had our differences I just want to say thank you Nina.
Streaming LIVE September 31st, 2023 from The Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Queen” Bianca Davis vs. “Ya Girl” Q ©
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Queen” Bianca Davis vs. “Ya Girl” Q ©
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Taj: After countless sneak attacks, endless griping on social media, and a threat of a lawsuit this is one hell of an opportunity for Bianca Davis.
America: If she's ready, this could be big! But between you and me, she’s not.
The sound of Royal Trumpets can be heard as the lights dim and turn a violet hue as ”Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system. As the fans greet the sound with loud boos, as first out was Simple Simon dressed in a nice suit looking nervous waving. As out from the back within a few moments is none other than Queen Bianca Davis herself wearing her royal robe her gear giving off the evil queen from Snow White vibes, and a large blacked crown. She poses smugly with both arms out holding her black and purple scepter after a few moments she gives them her royal wave as she saunters down with Simple Simon staying a few feet back soaking in the negative reaction looking disgusted at all the disrespectful peasants around her.
The Malicious Queen saunters down some more as Simon yells for them to show some respect, and to All Hail the Queen of 1WM. Simon makes his way up the steel steps followed by the Queen herself, Simon demands the ref lower the ropes for them which they do. First Simon enters the ring getting everyone out of the way so the Queen can make her royal entrance. Raising her arms high in the air with her scepter in her right hand as the boos overtake the arena. placing her arms down she hands Simon her scepter who moves it to the corner, as she then orders her simp to undo her robe for her which he does. The Queen then shows off her body, and attire for all the booing fans as she twirls around a bit before taking the time to do her Royal Wave for them as she makes her way to the corner. Taking off her crown and handing it to Simon, as the Queen taunts the fans a bit taking a looking her nails before saying something to Simon who takes the time to fan her as she awaits her opponent.
Torres: Introducing first, she is the challenger...from Malibu, California...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is a former two-time Pride of 1WM Champion….she is Queen…..BIANCCCCCCAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Bianca’s speed and striking ability will help her in this one!
America: She's going to need every bit of speed that she's got to keep Q from hitting her as hard as she can! That's going to be Bianca’s problem in this one!
Taj: Let’s keep in mind that Bianca has a clean victory over Q…
America: Yeah but when was that….three or four years ago?
The arena lights dim. The sound of Imagine Dragon’s "Believer" fills the arena as a blue fog fills the top of the entrance ramp. A few seconds later, “Ya Girl” Q, smirk on her face and 1WM World Heavyweight Championship around her waist, steps out from the back. A spotlight shines down on her as she glances around the arena and takes a moment to soak in whatever reaction the crowd is giving her. Q then makes her way down to the ring. She climbs into it and surveys the arena one final time before walking over to her corner of the ring and waiting for the match to begin.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois….weighing one hundred and twenty-seven 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….she is The Greatest…Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Q has been impressive month in and month out defending against all challengers to her championship.
America: And what she's done to people is almost nothing compared to what she can do to Bianca Davis!
Taj: Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you and Bianca like best friends at one point?
America: Sure we were but that was then and this is now. This Bianca is a pale cowardly carbon copy of the Bianca I used to know.
Both wrestlers take their place in the ring, the fans cheering on the inevitable clash. Q looks across the ring at Bianca and nods. Bianca does the same in return. The referee then takes a moment to truly make sure that both wrestlers are ready. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Q cautiously takes a few steps across the ring to get things started. Suddenly, Bianca charges and nails Q with a Red Bottom Shot (Brazilian kick)! Q falls back and hits the mat! Smirking, Bianca quickly goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE….KICK OUT!!
America: Q did NOT see that one coming!
Taj: Bianca decided to start things off with a bang and nearly became the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion because of it!
Q grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to try and pull herself back up to her feet. Bianca smirks at her before running at Q and hitting her with a series of quick kicks to try and wear her out. Kick after kick connects with the champ, Q trying to create a bit of space between herself and Bianca. The Queen continues until she has Q back in the corner. Bianca nails Q with one forearm smash for good measure before stepping back toward the center of the ring. She pauses for a moment before running at Q and trying to hit her with a handspring back elbow in the corner! Q ducks out of the way as soon as Bianca gets close, causing her to hit the turnbuckle instead! She staggers out of the corner, Q powering her into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a huge back body drop!
:
Taj: That's always going to be the struggle when you're going against Q.
America: Q gets her hands on you and she can do a lot of damage in a very short period of time!
Bianca tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Q quickly closes the gap and steps toward Bianca, hitting her in the mouth with a forearm shot! She follows it up with a second sending Bianca back against the ropes. Q shakes her head and almost immediately charges at Bianca to knock her out to the floor! Bianca shows off her athleticism, getting a foot into the air and kicking Q in the jaw! Q stumbles back from the impact. Bianca wastes no time in charging and showing off her speed. As soon as she gets close to Q, Ya Girl lifts her into the air and slams Bianca down onto her knee with a kneebreaker! Bianca's eyes go wide in pain. Q keeps her grip on her and then slams her back down to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Q bridges it into a pin attempt as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Q is absolutely capable of slowing down Bianca.
America: If she keeps attacking her knee like that, she's going to be in a lot of trouble!
Taj: Take away her speed....
America:...and she's a sitting duck!
Q drags Bianca back up to her feet by her hair. She hits Bianca with a back elbow smash that sends her stumbling, and then follows it up with a second. Q then grabs hold of Bianca and tries to pull her in, swinging at her with a lariat! Bianca just barely manages to duck underneath the attempt. She waits for Q to turn around before leaping into the air and hitting Q with a jumping knee strike! Q stumbles back from the impact, but Bianca immediately begins to favor her knee upon hitting the mat. She shakes off the pain and charges at Q in an effort to recover, only to give Q enough of an opening to lift her into the air and slam her back down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Instead of going for the cover, Q grabs hold of Bianca's legs and delivers a few stomps to it to try and do further damage!
Taj: Did you ever think we'd see the day that Q was actually focusing on strategy?
America: Despite common wisdom, Q DOES know what she's doing in the ring!
Bianca scampers back toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. She slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Q quickly closes the gap and hits Bianca in the chest with a series of chops. She then grabs hold of Bianca and shoots her across the ring. Q waits for Bianca to come back on the rebound before once again lifting her in the air, this time gunning for a sitout spinebuster. Bianca shifts her positioning in the air and instead sends Q crashing to the mat with a dropkick! The fans cheer for the show of athleticism, though Bianca needs to take a moment to try and recover. She glares down at her leg and then Q. Bianca quickly steps toward the Champ and hits Q in the mouth with a hard right hand. She follows it up with a second and then a spinning backfist. Q drops to a knee as Bianca again takes a moment to test her leg's strength. She then nods as she bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up speed---stepping toward Q and getting lifted into the air! Q slams her down to the mat with a thundering ring rattling bodyslam! Q hooks the leg for the cover.
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THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: I don't think Q expected Bianca to kick out of that one!
America: Q set that up by working on Bianca's knee, though! Let's not ignore that!
Q grabs Bianca by the hair and drags her back up to her feet. She immediately overpowers Bianca and shoves her back against the nearest turnbuckle. Q then closes the gap and immediately starts to pound away on Bianca in the corner with short-arm clotheslines! Blow after blow connects as Bianca is barely able to keep herself upright. Q is relentless, the referee finally having to come over and count.
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Four...Q stops!
The referee starts to warn her, but Q ignores the referee and instead drags Bianca toward the middle of the ring.
Taj: Every single one of those strikes was DEVASTATING and Bianca has to be feeling it right now!
America: These fans absolutely loved that, too!
Just before Q can snap off a belly to belly suplex and send Bianca to the mat, she spins out of her grasp! Bianca leaps into the air and hits Q with a knee strike! She then jumps up into the air and catches Q by surprise with a hurricanrana! Bianca goes for the cover.
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THRE…KICK OUT!!
Q tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Bianca closes the gap and hits Q with a few strikes. Q uses her strength to shove Bianca away. She stumbles a few steps, her knee almost giving out on her. Nonetheless, she recovers and remains upright. Bianca charge with as much speed as she can. Q tries to cut her off with a clothesline, but Bianca ducks underneath the attempt. She bounces off of the ropes and throws herself at Q, sending her crashing to the mat with a somersault clothesline!
The fans cheer for the show of athleticism as Bianca once again pulls herself back up to her feet---albeit, more slowly than she'd probably like. She takes a moment to let her knee recover, just as Q starts to drag herself back up to her feet as well. Bianca once again tries to line herself up with Q but Q sees it coming and throws herself at Bianca's knee instead! Eyes wide, Bianca hits the mat in pain!
Taj: Q knew what Bianca was going for, and once again found a way to completely kill her momentum dead!
America: I'm not even sure that she'll be able to recover from that one!
Bianca tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Q does the same, grabbing hold of Bianca and pulling her in. Q hits her with a short-arm lariat that nearly sends Bianca crashing to the mat. Q holds her upright and instead shoots Bianca across the ring. When she comes back on the rebound, Q throws herself at her and connects with a Clothesline from Hell! The impact of the clothesline sends Bianca flipping through the air! Q covers Bianca once she hits the mat.
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THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Q!!!
Taj: Q and Bianca hit each other with everything they had, but Q was able to take Bianca's speed away from her, and that made all the difference!
America: Bianca knew what she needed to do, and if Q didn't start to focus on her knee a bit earlier in the match...I actually think she might've been able to do it!
The referee hands Q the Championship. Q holds it in the air for all to see, the 1WM logo then flashing across the screen as the show comes to an end.
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