Legendary 44 "Battle of Pride Continues" (31 October 2023)

[Cedric Southern]

Recorded 10/23/2023
The Barker Hangar, Santa Monica, California

Justice Cross stood just outside the bustling arena for Living Legendary. The bright lights and the roar of the crowd inside were palpable, but Justice's face was etched with frustration as she checked her phone for the umpteenth time.

Brianna Matthews, her fellow wrestler and close friend, approached her, a concerned look in her eyes. "Justice, what are you doing here?!"

Justice sighed and slipped her phone back into her pocket. "I was trying to ask if I could come to Living Legendary but no one was answering me back."

Brianna's eyes widened in disbelief. "You realize why, right? I mean you're suspended. You shouldn’t even be here right now talking to me. I could get in serious trouble because they could see this as me trying to get you inside the arena. You don’t even care do you? You know what Justice? For once in your life own up to your shit because I’m not fixing it this time. In fact, there is no one that can fix this for you."

Justice leaned against a nearby wall, the disappointment evident on her face.

Brianna shook her head, clearly frustrated. “No. You don’t get to be disappointed in me. If you want to be disappointed in someone then be disappointed in yourself.."

Justice looked down, feeling the weight of her actions. "I know, Bri. I messed up, big time. I was just so caught up in the heat of the moment, and I let my emotions get the best of me."

Brianna placed a comforting hand on Justice's shoulder. "We've all been there, but you've got to learn to control it. The fans love you, and you're one of the best in the business. You can't keep jeopardizing your career like this. I mean sooner or later, there won’t be a person who will fix things for you.”

Justice nodded, her frustration slowly giving way to determination. "You're right, Bri. I need to work on that. But tonight, you're going to have to carry the torch. I believe in you, and I know you'll do great."

Brianna gave her a reassuring smile. "I promise to put every ounce of effort into that match tonight. Besides, I’m facing Rebecca and Rowena. Now Rebecca we both know very well. She attacks you because she wants what others have yet she goes radio silent when called out about it. And then there is Rowena. Now she is fairly new but I am intrigued to see what she brings to the table when she steps into the ring against me tonight. Now go home and I will see you at Legendary."

Justice smiled back, her spirits lifting a bit. "Alright. Do your thing out there tonight. I’ll go get a ticket to watch!"

With that, they shared a quick, supportive hug before Brianna headed into the arena, leaving Justice going to the front doors to get her front row ticket. She knew that when she returned, she would be more focused, more in control, and more ready than ever to reclaim her spot in the spotlight.

:::OPENING MATCH:::
TAG TEAM
Ezra Spencer & Kate Vega
versus
Captain All-Star & Red Rocket Kid

The young tandem of Ezra Spencer and Kate Vega never miss a beat, whereas Captain All-Star and RRK experience miscommunication after miscommunication. The match ends as Kate Vega pins Rocket following an assist from Spencer with a top rope spike piledriver.

Winner:VEGA & SPENCER via pinfall
Time: 11:03

:::MATCH TWO:::
Amanda Belnades
versus
"King of the skies" Sean Parker

This explosive opener is sure to be remembered for some time. Amanda Belnades is able to keep Sean Parker contained with her mat based offense, but Parker makes a compelling comeback, landing a critical blow that nearly scores the upset in the early goings. Belnades gets back to dominating for a while but Parker turns the tables again and catches Belnades with his HIGHWAY TO HYRULE on his way to victory.

Winner: "King of the skies" SEAN PARKER via pinfall

Time: 13:00

:::MATCH THREE:::
TRIPLE THREAT
Rebecca Maverick
versus
Rowena Byrne
versus
Brianna Matthews

Byrne continues to show off her sadistic side as the referee catches her try to remove the turnbuckle pad in the early goings. Brianna Matthews is an angry force to be reckoned with, showing off an intensity rarely seen from her. Maverick, Matthews and Byrne all score with their most high impact moves but it is Rowena Byrne who hits VISIONS OF INSANITY on Maverick and scores the pin. Matthews was just a split second from breaking it up and this serves to make Matthews even madder.

Winner: "Daughter of insanity" ROWENA BYRNE via pinfall on Rebecca Maverick
Time: 14:40

:::MATCH FOUR:::
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt
versus
The Ninja (W/ Bianca Davis)

This is less a wrestling match than it is a brutal, fast parts martial arts exhibition. The Dragon shows great endurance as Bianca Davis takes every opportunity to give her protege the upper hand. Travis lands a high impact kick and is lining up to deliver the finish. Bianca blatantly throws her weighted cane to the Ninja, and the Ninja does not hesitate to crack Travis Levitt right in the abdomen, causing the ref to call the disqualification. Levitt is on the receiving end of a caning by The Ninja until Arley Kirk jumps the barricade and joins the fray, ending in Bianca and Ninja being chased off, and Travis and Arley standing tall as both teams stare into each other's eyes with malice.

Winner: "The Dragon" TRAVIS LEVITT via DQ

Time: 10:50

:::MAIN EVENT:::
TAG TEAM MATCH
"Napalm" Silas Jessup & "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane
versus
Ace Sky & Samantha Tolson

Our main event is a great contest pitting some of the higher ranking names in the Pride of One Wrestle Movement tournament against each other in teamwork form. Tolson tags in Sky while Jessup tags in Crane. Ace Sky is looking for the win and goes to drag Crane up but Crane reels Sky in with a tight roll up and also puts his feet on the ropes to score a sneaky victory for him and Silas Jessup. The four of them viciously brawl all the way to the back.

Winners: "Mr Personality" DOUGLAS CRANE & "Napalm" SILAS JESSUP via pinfall.
Time: 13:55

As the satisfied fans filed out of the Barker Hangar, 1WM crew members met them, passing out free tickets to the upcoming Legendary 44 broadcast on the 31st.

THANK YOU FOR WATCHING THIS RECORDED STREAM.

LEGENDARY FORTY-FOUR WILL COMMENCE SHORTLY.



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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! In the center of the ring, Ya Girl Q stands with the 1WM World Heavyweight Title perched confidently on her shoulder. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, and the champion has a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Ya Girl Q: Ricky Stanton, you just can't resist, can you? You've always got something to say, always trying to insert yourself where you don't belong. But hey, I'll give you this, you do have a knack for making things about yourself. I mean, this is what you wanted right? You want your name spoken every second of every day to fuel your egomaniacal mind.

The audience chuckles, acknowledging the history of tension between Q and Stanton.

Ya Girl Q: You see, Ricky, you tweeted about how I'll always carry a piece of the Stanton name and brand with me. And you know what? You're absolutely right. Like it or not, I have the esteemed pleasure of carrying it with me. I've got this little reminder right here.

Q raises her wrist, displaying her WWSD tattoo with a smirk.

Ya Girl Q: Every day, I look at it, and it asks, 'What Would Stanton Do?' Well, let me tell you, Ricky, I've learned a lot from you. I've learned how to be cunning, how to be fierce, and, most importantly, how to be better than you.

The crowd roars with approval as Q continues.

Ya Girl Q: But Ricky, let's not forget, you and I, we don't exactly see eye to eye, do we? You left me high and dry when I needed support the most, and you left me to fight my battles on my own.

The audience reacts with a mix of cheers and boos, well aware of the tumultuous relationship between Q and Stanton.

Ya Girl Q: So, when you say that I'm carrying a piece of the Stanton name with me, I have to disagree. I've taken that name, twisted it, turned it into something greater, something unstoppable. I’ve turned it into… well… ME!

Q's arrogance is palpable as she addresses the issue head-on.

Ya Girl Q: Now I don’t want to give you any more attention as it is. I think you’ve done enough of that over on Glory by creating a belt in your image. So, instead, let's get to the task at hand. Kelli Saint, you and Sean Parker, 'The Sky Assassin.' You two think you can take on me and my handpicked partner, Sydney Simon. Well, let me tell you something...

She pauses for a moment, locking eyes with the camera.

Ya Girl Q: You're in for a rude awakening. Sydney and I aren't just partners tonight; we're a damn nightmare for anyone who dares step in our path.

The crowd's excitement grows as Q's bravado intensifies.

Ya Girl Q: Kelli, Sean, you can call yourselves whatever you want, but tonight, you're stepping into the ring with greatness. You two have been talking a big game, and honestly, it's cute. But cute isn't going to cut it in the ring with Q & Syd. You're facing the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion and I don't back down from anyone or anything.

Q raises the title high above her head, igniting a thunderous ovation from the crowd.

Ya Girl Q: Tonight's tag team match, it's not just about winning; it's about making a statement. It's about proving that when Q and Sydney Simon unite, there's nothing that can stop us. I believe in that so much that I ask each and every one of you out there to go to the merch stand before you leave and grab your very own ‘Q & Syd’ shirt; available today only.

With one final, defiant grin, Ya Girl Q drops the microphone and exits the ring, leaving the crowd exhilarated and primed for the main event of Legendary 44. The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and Joshua Samson are seated.

Taj: WELCOME TO LEGENDARY FORTY-FOUR!!

Samson: THE BATTLE FOR PRIDE CONTINUES!!

Taj: We are off to a blazing start! I am your host Taj Hennessey-Monroe and joining me for an undetermined period will be tje one and only Joshua Samson, Esquire!

Samson: Birthday shoutout to my wife Astrid Samson!

Taj: Well…uh…yes, happy birthday, Astrid. That aside, we have such an action packed Legendary tonight, let’s get right to it!

Samantha Tolson walks backstage toward her locker room, pulling her wheeled bag behind her. She's dressed in one of her PLMM Apparel shirts and a pair of her PLMM Apparel pants, along with a low-cut pair of bright red Nikes. She sees the camera and stops, smiling warmly.

"I see you're here for some comments, so let's get this out of the way, shall we?"

She reaches up to pull off her mirrored sunglasses, folding them up and slipping a bow into the top of her shirt, the pair hanging there for safekeeping.

"Douglas Crane. Some people on this roster, as I understand it, fear you. Some, you make feel uneasy or uncomfortable, and others say you're creepy. Whether this is intentional or not, that's not for me to say, but let me assure you I don't find you creepy, nor do I fear you."

"I don't fear anybody."

"Now, perhaps that's a failing of mine, but I have yet to step in the ring and feel scared of an opponent. Call it a product of my first match, where my opponent brought in a chainsaw…she'd had the chain removed for safety. What, then, was said chainsaw for? It was meant to be a tactic of intimidation, full of sound and noise, and a bit of smoke."

"It didn't work. Yes, I lost that match, but it wasn't because I was scared. Fact of the matter was she was better on that night. Nothing more."

"But you say there's nothing you won't do to win this match. Good. I like it when my opponents want to give me everything they have, because it brings out the best in me. Or, the worst, depending on your point of view, because there is nothing I'm not willing to do to move on in this tournament, either."

"There's no depth to which you can sink that I'm unwilling to match. There's no trick you'll try that I won't match, and better, to get to the semifinals."

Samantha smirks into the camera.

"Not the version of me most are used to seeing, is it? No, Douglas, as of late I've had what you might call a change of heart. I'm thinking of things differently these days, after years of being burned by people just like you."

"I used to believe that I could inspire my opponents to engage in contests of athleticism and skill, but despite my dogged adherence to that ideal, more and more opponents resorted to shady means. Why should I, then, not do the same? So I will, and do so quite willingly."

"Better to get than get got, wouldn't you think?"

"Bottom line, Douglas, is this. I'm winning the block. I'm going forward in this tournament and I'm winning it. And as you'll soon find out?"

"I will do so By Any Means I Deem Necessary."

Samantha winks, then continues her saunter down the hallway, walking out of the view of the camera..

We find Rowena alone somewhere in the Barker Hanger. She is standing mannequin still staring blankly into nothing. She starts to speak in a monotone, her lips the only thing moving.

Rowena Byrne: There has been so much violence lately. All brought forth from me. Tonight I get to do so again. This time I get to topple a giant.

She starts to giggle sinisterly.

Rowena Byrne: As the old saying goes, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I can’t wait to see how hard Mt. Marcellus will fall. I wonder if he is going to shake the ring. Or maybe the entire Hanger! Though, what happens if he starts an earthquake?

An evil grin slowly appears on her face.

Rowena Byrne: That would be so much fun! Getting to watch everyone run and scream. It would be like being in the middle of a disaster movie. Fun, fun, fun!

Suddenly Rowena’s eyes snap to look right into the camera.

Rowena Byrne: Please be fun, Mt. Marcellus. I would hate to have to break you trying to have my fun.

She giggled sinisterly again as the scene faded.

The fans in the Barker Hangar bear witness to 'The Dragon', Travis Levitt, feverishly kicking and punching the bag that hangs from the roof of the locker room on a chain. The fans cheer louder as they are impressed by Travis' strikes, and they perk up again as the camera pans over to Arley Kirk. Arley paces back and forth happily with her free hand throwing pink glitter onto a cool looking art piece that lays on the ground. We catch some of the conversation, as Arley has her on loudspeaker.

Desiree: I don't know about the finals that are coming up, Arley. Ugh. All of this is so hard!

Arley looks over to Travis, who seem to beating the hell out of his bag with even more gusto than before. She also winks at the camera, before returning her attention to the phone conversation, as well as sprinkling glitter.

Arley Kirk: Listen, Desi. I have seen how hard you work and how much you apply yourself. You're a LOT like your father, y'know?

Desiree: Yeah?

Arley nods.

Arley Kirk: Yuh grrrl! Plus, you're freaking smart, kiddo! But what I am saying, is that if ya keep on working as hard as ya do, and if you apply yourself the way you have been? Just like your ol' man, you're about to do waaay better than you would have ever thought possible!

Desiree: You think so?

The door to the locker room swings open, and the Santa Monica fans BOOOO the sight of backstage interviewer, Mickey 'Mouse' Greer. Mickey shakes his head at the crowd and adjusts the lapels of his obnoxious bright red coat in an arrogant fashion. Mickey walks over in the direction of Travis and raises his mic to speak.

Greer: Mr. Levitt, you have been enjoying something of a mete..woah!

Mickey has to quickly veer out of the way of Levitt's elbow, before it knocks him down.

Travis Levitt: Hey! Mouse! Watch it, will ya?

Greer: Travis, a word if you pl..

Travis fully invested himself back into beating the bag up, and Mickey shakes his head as he sees that he won't get an interview there. However, he does spot Arley as she talks on the phone.

Greer (to the camera, quietly): She will do!

Desiree: Thank you so much for that AK! I'm watching you guys tonight. Tell Dad I l..

Greer: HEY! Arley Kirk! You're..

Arley Kirk: I'M ON THE PHONE, MICKEY! PICK A DIRECTION AND FAKK THAT WAY, WILL YA?

The fans laugh, and Desiree can be heard laughing at the other end of the phone. Arley covers her mouth, realizing that she swore in front of kiddo.

Arley Kirk: Look, honey, I gotta go n..

Travis finishes hitting the bag, only to turn around and spot that Mouse has all the social graces of a dyslexic hamster.

Greer (interrupting Arley): KIRK! I'm talking to you! You're going to l..

Travis picks up the big pot of glue from the nearby table on his way over, and Mickey stops dead in his tracks as Travis dumps the whole PVA bucket, unceremoniously, on Greer's head.

Fans: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Travis Levitt: Never interrupt a lady when she's speaking!

Travis takes the bucket away and a second later, Mickey Greer is horrified as Arley casually dumps her container of pink and purple glitter wherever she can see that Trav got him with the glue. That is to say, all over Mickey's head and that bright red jacket.

Fans: HAHAHAHA!!

Travis and Arley shrug mischievously to each other as Mickey lets out a tortured yell and runs out of the room.

Arley: YO! Mouse! You forgot your MIC!

Travis snatches it out of Arley's hand in a playful fashion.

Arley: HEY!

Travis: It's my mic now!

With a beaming grin, Travis turns to Arley and raises the microphone. His tone is over-the-top and serious as he smiles while looking at her.

Travis: Arley Kirk, tonight you get your chance to face the ninja inside the ring for the first time since her heinous sneak attack last month. Now, clearly, whoever this Ninja is, she’s shown how dangerous she can be. So, my first question for you is….where would you like to go for dinner tonight?

Arley can’t stop the smile stretching her features at the tone and posture of The Dragon as he speaks, but his question comes from such a left field spot that she shakes her head.

Arley: I’m sorry. What?

Travis: Well, I’m thinking italian. I know this sweet little place that does a killer vegan pasta you’d lo—Oh. Right. Your match. I should ask you about your match, yeah?

Arley: Typically it’s what the people holding the microphone do, yes.

Travis: Right well. Ninja. Bianca….they seem to be coming after you. They look ready to go to war and destroy you, Coyote. So, I guess I should ask….where are you planning on going for Christmas? Because there’s a sweet little village I’ve heard about. We could take Desi too!

Arley’s mouth hangs a little open for a moment and then she shakes her head and glares.

Arley: Travis. This is the Ninja. She tried to kill me last month. Battered. Bleeding. An ambulance ride and three days worth of a hospital stay. And ever since, all anyone seems to want to do is make jokes about it. Take it lightly. Well to hell with that! I’m not going out there laughing or joking. I’m going out there to take her out, before that little bitch takes out any more of the good people of One Wrestle, just because she feels she can!

There’s a moment of uncomfortable pause and then Travis smiles and nods.

Travis: Good. Feel better? You needed to let a little steam out. Just a little. You walk out of here as wound up as you were, you’ll be the one trying to kill someone. Go get her, Coyote. And if Davis or any other new hired hands try and stick their noses in, then they’ll find out just how bad this Dragon burns.

Arley grins at that, before she lashes out and punches him in the shoulder. Travis gasps in pain and clutches at his shoulder.

Travis: What was that for?

Arley: Stop worrying about me so much. You have a match tonight too, remember? A chance to be Pride champion. Get your head in the game.

Travis: I’m on it. Silas Jessup. Napalm. He’s good. He’s been the Glory champion before. He’s dangerous, and skilled, and if I don’t bring my A-game, he’ll beat me. But I’m ready. Tonight’s my chance. My moment. I’m going through Silas, and I’m going on to win the belt. It’s a matter of PRIDE for me.

Travis grins wide at his statement, but all he gets for a moment is silence before a loud groan can be heard coming from the phone near Arley.

Desi: Dad, that was terrible. Please never do that again.

Singles Match
MT. MARCELLUS vs. Rowena Bryne

Samson: Well it’s about time we finally get to the wrestling!

Taj: I must admit that was quite a bit of promotional work.

DING DING DING!!!

Both Marcellus and Rowena stride forward into the middle for a lock up. Mt. Marcellus easily takes control, launching Byrne across the ring with a beal toss, Byrne rolling into the corner in a daze. Marcellus lets out a triumphant roar as he launches a big boot at Byrne but she instinctively ducks out of the way, and Marcellus crotches himself on the top turnbuckle as the big boot misses. Rowena doesn't hesitate to spring off the middle rope and send him crashing to the mat with a huge enziguri kick!

Taj: Byrne up on the top rope now..

The crowd hypes up as Byrne launches, looking for a hurricanrana, but Marcellus catches her..

Taj: HUGE sitout powerbomb!

Samson: Mt. Marcellus thinks that this is enough!

One…

Two…Byrne kicks out.

Marcellus laughs to himself, shaking his head. He easily hauls Byrne up, getting her into his shoulders as he looks for a Death Valley Driver. The crowd pumps up once again as Byrne breaks free and lands on her feet, laying into Marcellus with a deadly looking kick combo before springing up and taking him down with another enziguri!

Samson: Rowena isn't stopping here. She's trying to stomp Mt. Marcellus into powder!

Fans: BOOOOO!

Rowena dives down and once more we see her more ferocious side as her arms are a blur, dealing forearm smash after forearm smash to the prone Marcel. Byrne angrily relents on the referee's count of four, grabbing Marcellus by the hair and smashing his head into the mat before getting to her feet. Mt. Marcellus is groggy, using the ropes to help himself up. Byrne storms in and lands a dropkick right on the chest of Marcellus and this makes him stagger back into the corner.

Taj: The daughter of insanity is looking for the corner spl..

The fans get loud as Mt. Marcellus nails an impromptu flapjack, letting Byrne crash into the corner where she bounces off in a daze..

Taj: FRENCH QUARTERING!

The pumper bomber lariat connects in a big way, and Marcellus quickly hooks the leg

One…

Two…

THR…The fans pump up again as Byrne manages to get a foot on the bottom rope!

Samson: They were far too close to the ropes to begin with.

Taj: Marcellus can't believe it. He's an angry man right now!

M. Marcellus drags Byrne out to the middle and he attempts to lock in his patented stretch muffler, but Rowena lays in with kicks and launches him away with a modified hurricanrana.

Taj: Both competitors back up now..

Marcellus catches Byrne just in time as she launches at him..

Taj: STRIKING DARKN..wait!

Marcellus seizes Byrne out of mid air and drops her on her backside before seizing her by the ankles..

Samson: We've seen this before…Marcellus says C'MERE BITCH!

The fans are on their feet as Rowena manages to convert into a sunset flip pin! Byrne rolls through and bridges! The fans BOO as Rowena grips the bottom rope for additional leverage!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner via pinfall…Rowena Bryne!

Taj: Very impressive win by Rowena.

Samson: Impressive? It was alright, Taj. Don’t get carried away.

We are backstage at Legendary 44 and Sydney Simon is standing, it’s early in the night so she isn’t dressed to fight quite yet. She has on black leggins and a black crop Rosemary’s Baby top shirt. She has a baseball bat on her shoulder and she moves it, slapping it down in her hand as she starts to speak.

SYDNEY SIMON: Tonight I’m the main event of this show. I’m the main bitch you came here to see and trust me, when I get in that ring every cent you used to buy the ticket will be well worth it.

Syd grins a bit as she steps a little bit closer to the camera, the bat once again resting on her shoulder.

SYDNEY SIMON: I’m going to be teaming up with the 1WM World Champion herself, Q, and we are taking on a couple of punks who think they should be the top bitch around here. I’ll admit that right now Q is on top and she’s earned some respect behind her name. I don’t see our opponents bringing any 1WM gold out with them so they can respect her or they can get their ass kicked… Actually we are going to kick their ass either way but if they respect us then maybe it won’t seem as humiliating for them when they go back home to their loved ones… Except nobody loves Sean Parker. It’s obvious that boy is getting no action.

She laughs to herself a bit, picking up a can of beer on a tech crate next to her and taking a swig of it. She thinks for a second before looking back up a bit confused.

SYDNEY SIMON: And what is a Sky Assassin anyones? Sounds like someone who crop dusts people on an airplane. All jokes aside, I know this boy has talent and I’m aware he is dangerous. I’m also 100% certain that his whole head smells like his asshole because nobody has their head up their own ass as much as Sean. He may be trying to fly but we will bring him down to Earth and he’ll get a rude awakening on who the top names are in this company…. Hold up, one second.

Sydney grins as the camera turns and we see Arley Kirk walking through the building. Sydney kind of hides herself down the hallway as Arley gets near her locker room door. As soon as Arley is outside the door the camera zooms in on a bucket and as the she opens the door the bucket spills out at least five gallons of what looks like blood on top of her. Arley looks stunned as Sydney starts to crack up at the end of the hallway. Arley looks down at Syd for a second before opening her door up and slamming it behind her.

SYDNEY SIMON: That was amazing… And you know what else will be amazing? The team of Syd and Q! We are going to surprise the world tonight. We are going to dominate and then I’m gonna get a few beer and party the night away! If shit starts to get weird, don’t worry, that is just how I operate. So Kelli and Sky Ass… I know you are both hungry and want this but tonight is not your night. Tonight is our night and we will be leaving Legendary as an unstoppable and fuckin’ amazing tag team. See you fools in the ring.

Syd winks before grabbing her beer and heading down the hallway with a grin on her face.

Singles Match
Rebecca Maverick vs. “Dark Phoenix” Raijin Hunter

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

DING DING DING!!!

Raijin and Rebecca both look at each other and nod. The two circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, Rebecca runs forward and blasts Raijin in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second, and then a third. Rebecca then grabs hold of Raijin and shoots him across the ring. When Raijin returns on the rebound, Rebecca lifts him into the air and slams him to the mat with a flapjack! Raijin tries to stumble back up to his feet. Rebecca runs over and hits Raijin with a running dropkick that sends him crashing to the mat. She quickly hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…Raijin kicks out!

Raijin tries to pull himself back up to his feet once again. Rebecca runs over and locks in a front facelock in an effort to wear Raijin down further. Raijin tries to fight his way out of Rebecca's grasp with a series of forearm shots! Rebecca stumbles back and has no choice but to release the hold.

Raijin grabs hold of Rebecca and pulls her in. He nails Rebecca with a European uppercut that sends her staggering! Raijin follows it up with a second before hoisting Rebecca into the air. He launches her over his head for a belly to belly suplex! Rebecca crashes hard to the mat!

Raijin smirks as Rebecca slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Raijin tries to run over toward Rebecca in the corner to hit her with a running European uppercut. Rebecca responds by getting a foot in the air! She kicks Raijin in the mouth and sends him stumbling. Rebecca quickly hops up to the second turnbuckle and waits for a moment. She then leaps off and tries to send Raijin crashing to the mat with a blockbuster---only to have Raijin step out of the way at the last possible second! Rebecca tries to pull herself back up to her feet, only to get slammed to the mat with a German suplex! Raijin bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!

Taj: This has been an exciting, back and forth match thus far!

Samson: Has it really? Really?! I mean exciting might be a stretch, Taj.

Rebecca tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Raijin quickly steps toward her and begins to pound away on Rebecca's chest with a series of strikes. Rebecca tries to create space but Raijin refuses to give her the opportunity. He drives his knee hard into Rebecca's ribs. Raijin pounds away on her back with a few strikes before pulling Rebecca toward the middle of the ring. He gets her into position for a double underhook backbreaker, but Rebecca spins out of Raijin's grasp. She rolls him up for the pin.

One…

Two…Raijin is able to kick out!

Raijin pulls himself back up to his knees at the same time as Rebecca gets to her feet. Maverick steps toward Hunter and tries to kick him in the side of the head with a low roundhouse kick! Raijin ducks underneath the kick, waits for Rebecca to recover and face him before running forward and kicking her in the face with a bicycle kick! Rebecca somehow remains upright but bounces off of the ropes. Raijin grabs hold of Rebecca and plants her on the mat with his Tornado Spike (Rainmaker)! He hooks the leg for the pin.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Raijin Hunter!!!

Taj: These two went back and forth, but in the end Raijin Hunter was able to pick up the win!

Samson: It's weird to say that Raisin’s been on a roll lately, but...he's been on a roll...

William "Prince" Ryder was seen backstage in one of the more private locker rooms he normally requested to inhabit before all his matches. But this time has been different seeing he had someone he admired and appreciated more than she could ever imagine. He could be seen sitting on the edge of the far left cushion of the black leather sofa. His eyes were fixated on the navy blue carpeted floor beneath him.

William Ryder: Thank you for coming halfway across the country to watch me wrestle tonight. You have no idea how much it means to have you here with me tonight.

Bianca Page: You know I love being able to come and watch you wrestle live. I know how much it means to me whenever you're able to come watch me wrestle and I just want to show you the same type of support you always show me."

Ryder slowly turned his head slightly to the left until he was able to make eye contact with her. He acknowledged her by placing his hand over the top of her thigh showing her a small sign of affection. William decided to take a moment to admire her beautiful blue sapphire eyes before scanning over the rest of her in pure appreciation.

William Ryder: Did you know being here with you before and after my matches is what keeps me going this long? Your faith and support in me has lit a fire in me that will continue to burn no matter what happens out there tonight. Ricky Stanton will never understand what its like to have that support crutch or feeling behind him because all he cares about is himself. Win, lose, or draw Ricky Stanton will be on the first class flight to the next city to blow thousands of dollars on loose women and overpriced alcohol. But we both know win or lose I will be spending the next couple of hours in the nearest gym working my ass off with my beautiful Queen by my side. Like I mentioned to you earlier in private. I finally feel like all of my hard work is about to pay off in a big way and that payoff is right around the corner here in 1WM.

Bianca Page: I appreciate you more than you will ever know, William. Ricky Stanton is an egotistical piece of trash and I can't wait to watch you beat him live and in person. Queen, aye? I love it when you call me that.

William Ryder: Do you now? I'll make sure to keep that in mind then. I love the fact that Ricky is already looking past me and thinks he automatically has this match between us in the bag. I can't wait to see the look on his face once he realized he bit off more than he can chew and there's nothing he can do to stop me from embarrassing him in front of the world. I want this win more than him. I need this win more than him. I will stop at nothing until I capture what I came here for and there's nothing Ricky Stanton or anyone else can do to stop me from achieving that goal.

He would then wrap his arms tightly around her neck, pulling her towards him to gift her with a warmhearted hug. The camera slowly fades to black.

The camera man goes outside the building and sets up waiting for someone to arrive. After a few minutes a black SUV pulls up near the entry way of the arena that the talent uses to get inside. It would stop and park for a few moments and then the driver quickly got out and opened the back door. We can see a female foot stepping out followed by the other one and when he panned up to who it was the fans began to give a mixed reaction as they saw Justice Cross standing there. She would go towards the door quickly and once she had gone inside she looked around. Hearing her phone she would take it out of her pocket seeing who it was and answered.

Justice: Hey!

“Are you here?”

Justice: Yeah, I just got here.

“Are you positive that you want to do this? Seems kind of late…”

Justice: It is not that I want to do this. I have to do this. To try to make things right.

“It’s been over a month though. Seems more like damage control instead of sincerity, Just.”

Justice: I just want to fix whatever needs to be fixed so I can go back to work.

“So then IT IS damage control?”

Justice: I guess it is. I don’t want it to be damage control though. I want to be sincere about why I am here. What if I can’t fix this?

There is what seems like an eternity of silence from the opposite end of the line that Justice is on until the male voice speaks again.

“Well…the positive here if you can’t fix it is that you’re just suspended. That means suspensions end and this one will surely end at some point.”

Justice: That is true. I am suspended and I came here tonight to do what I thought was right. So I guess I just apologize to the fans once more and explain that I have to go away for the time being but when I get to come back I will take what is rightfully mine.

“And?”

Justice: And that I will take back what is rightfully mine. Unless you got a better idea!

There is another moment of silence; this one seemingly longer than the first.

“You can’t be that self-absorbed, Just? Truly you can’t be?!”

Justice: I’m not. I don’t need the Glory belt to prove I’m good in the ring.

“You have to be kidding me?! People regard me as an egotistical jerk but this takes the cake. I….I…have no words.”

Justice: Ok so maybe that did sound a bit egotistical. I just meant that I have learned that the Glory title doesn’t define who I am. I do. And I also know that I wasn’t being the champion that I should have been. Because this isn’t about me, it is about setting an example and being a good role model for people.

There is a clear audible and uncontrollable laughter from the male voice.

Justice: Don’t laugh at me because you’re no better than me.

“Clearly…”

Laughter.

“...I…”

More laughter.

“...am.”

Justice: I think I am going to hang up on you now.

The man attempts to control his laughter and after a few seconds does manage.

“You still have A LOT to learn, Just. Whatever happens, I hope you realize it’s because of the choices you have made.”

Justice: I know that. Just do your thing and I will do mine.

“I have no other choice but to do my thing. Good luck, Just.”

Hanging up that phone quickly she put her phone back into her pocket. As she walked off as the scene fades.

We cut elsewhere backstage, and the fans explode with laughter as they witness Arley creeping out of Sydney Simon's locker room, giving the camera a goofy grin and covering her mouth with one hand as she beckons for the cameraman to follow her.

Arley Kirk: Psst! C'mon! Over here!

The Hangar crowd is loud tonight, and that's really inconvenient when you're trying to get away with Halloween hijinks.

Arley Kirk: Be quiet, y'all!!

There are still remnant stains of the bright red theatre blood from earlier on Arley's face, and it is still streaking through her bright blonde hair. Arley finally gets to a spot down the hall, which she feels is far enough away. The fan volume picks up again as Sydney Simon approaches from the other end of the hall. Arley manages to stick her foot out and trip Syd up, getting a small laugh from the crowd. The gesture also achieves a cheeky grin and a shake of the head from Sydney Simon as she disappears into her locker room, closing the door behind her.

Arley Kirk: Yo, y'see this here vegetable stock bullion cube thang over here?

Arley takes a compressed green vegetable cube out of a bag in her pocket and waves it around so the camera can get a good look.

Arley Kirk: Normally on the road, I just gotta pop one of these bad boys in a mug with some hot water and I gots me a preeee nice vegetable soup to get me feelin' good before a match, yo!

Arley takes a few steps toward Syd's door and she quietly bursts out laughing as she can hear Sydney is just getting into the shower and turning it on, and then she quickly scrambles back to her spot behind the other wall, the camera following suit.

Arley Kirk: Well. Ya know. I was feelin' generous, and I decided that my new friend Syd would enjoy some hearty, country style soup…in her shower head.

Arley pulls a shocked face and the fans laugh out loud as a loud, shrill scream can be heard emanating from Syd's locker room.

Arley Kirk: Yo let's get outta here!

Arley and the roving camera take off away from the scene. The remaining hall camera catches Syd poking her head out of her locker room. She does not seem to be a happy camper, as her wet hair seems to now be dripping with a thick green soup. When we cut back to Arley, she was back in her locker room. The vibe is a lot more serious now, as Arley paces back and forth as she contemplates. Suddenly, she pivots to face the camera.

Arley Kirk: Ya see that, Bianca Davis? I know you and the Lego Ninja are gonna sit around and call it tomfoolery or summink. Y'all ain't ones for rec'nizin a lil bit of harmless fun for what it is. At the same time? Y'all are gonna utterly miss the fakkin point of the exercise too!

Arley lets out a laugh as she shakes her head. She is done pacing now. Those dark green eyes blaze at the camera, and in turn, her opponents for tonight.

Arley Kirk: Ya gotta be ready for it, and you two AIN'T. See, Syd is cool. She mess around, but she knows she gon' find out. She din' expect to shower in no veggie soup today, but that's besides the point. Bianca, you and your lil power hungry pantheon has always enjoyed the messing around part, but y'all always cry victim when it comes to finding out!

Arley can feel the tension rising in her as she thinks back on the month that she has had, and yet she pushes it back down because she has something to say!

Arley Kirk: Ya act like it's some kind of travesty which demands swift justice when it all comes back atcha, don'tcha? Well hey, now that I got Obi Wan Cannoli one on one where I can see her? I'ma prove to the world watching, and to you, that your so called Ninja is every bit the sawed off oompa loompa in a trash bag that we KNOW she is!

Arley steps back from the camera a bit, and the fans cheer as they can see AK's pink and black gear hanging up ready to go. She's going old-school tonight.

Arley Kirk: And now that the injuries have cleared up from that sadistic ambush attack last month? I'ma do it with a gotdang smile on my face and get on with my life!

The fans cheer for this concept and Arley gives them the peace sign as she heads off to suit up for her match later tonight, the scene fading out on the back of AK's leopard print converse as she walks away.

Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Round Two: Group A

Match One
"Napalm" Silas Jessup vs. "The Dragon" Travis Levitt

Taj: Were you just on your phone, Joshua?

Samson: I’m done now. Just had some last minute Samson Family business to take care of.

Taj: Good because this match is about to start.

The fans begin to cheer as the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway!

DING DING DING!!!

Silas wastes little time in running forward – hitting Travis in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third! Travis starts to fight back with a few strikes of his own as the two men battle back and forth across the ring to the delight of the fans. Travis seems as if he’s taking control as he shoves Silas back against the ropes. He hits him with a few chops to the chest before shooting him across the ring.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!

Unfortunately for him, when Silas comes back on the rebound, he leaps into the air and sends Travis crashing to the mat with a flying forearm smash! Travis stumbles back up to his feet as Silas charges and sends Travis crashing back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! He dives on top of him for the cover.

One…

Two…Travis kicks out!

Samson: I’m really intrigued by this Silas fellow.

Taj: I heard you were going to take him on as a client a few months ago?

Samson: Intrigued, not foolish, Taj. Silas has the makings of a bonafide star in this business but he’s lacking certain fundamental aspects that I require from a wrestler.

Travis begins to pull himself back up to his feet. Silas closes the gap between the two of them and hits Travis in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes. He then pulls Travis in and tries to set him up for a snap suplex. Travis blocks the attempt. Silas once again tries to hoist Travis into the air, but again, Travis manages to block the attempt. Travis then shoves Silas away from him and leaps into the air, hitting the Brooklyn Bad Boy on the jaw with a knee strike! Silas stumbles around as Travis steps forward and hits him with a spinning backfist! He then pulls Silas in toward him to set him up for a Park Street Legsweep, though Silas blocks the attempt with an elbow shot!

Taj: Silas’ been wrestling a really good match, but Travis is holding on.

Samson: If you give Travis room to make a comeback, chances are...he’ll do it!

Travis regains his footing and quickly tries to grab hold of Silas, only to have Silas respond with a second elbow shot! Travis stumbles back as Silas leaps into the air and hits Travis with a dropkick! Travis rolls over toward the ropes before Silas can keep control of the match. Silas ignores the fact and runs at Travis to try and send him out to the floor with a clothesline, only to have Travis step forward and cut him off with a kick to the jaw! The impact sends Silas staggering around. Travis pulls him in and delivers a Phoenix Tear (bicycle knee strike)!

Silas clutches at his back in pain and tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Travis smirks as he closes the gap between the two and hits Silas with a punch to the face. He follows it up with a second and then grabs Silas’ head. Travis runs toward the ropes and uses them to deliver a tornado DDT! He hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…kiCK OUT!!

Taj: This has been getting good, but Travis is now in position to take control and maybe even put this away!

Samson: I just had a thought.

Taj: What’s that?

Samson: Silas is in need of a manager. Lady Meathead Bianca fancies herself a “manager”. BOOM! Match made in wrestling heaven.

Travis glares at Silas as Silas starts to pull himself up to his feet. Once Silas is standing, Travis runs and tries to plant him on the mat with a forearm smash! Silas ducks out of the way and waits until Travis turns around before catching him on the jaw with a superkick! Travis hits the mat hard! Silas drops down on top of him.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Samson: That is some of those fundamental aspects I was speaking of earlier, Taj. Silas should instinctively have grabbed a handful of Travis’ tights in order to secure the win.

Taj: But that’s cheating, Joshua!

Samson: It’s only cheating if you get caught.

Silas delivers a few more quick strikes to wear Travis down. He then drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up the top. He pauses for a moment to steady himself. Travis drags himself back up to his feet and throws himself at the ropes. Silas falls to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet – getting hit with Ressurection Kick (Claymore Kick) for his efforts!

Taj: This could be it!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match and advancing to the Semi Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament...Travis Levitt!!!

Taj: A big victory for Travis as he moves one step closer to potentially competing for the Pride of 1WM Championship on December Thirty-First at the year end spectacular known as Massive!

Samson: In that bracket I think Travis might actually have a good chance.

The 1WM cameras head backstage to the door of the medical triage room for the 1WM talent and production team. The sign on the door reads: Doctor On-Call - Dr. Alyssa Knight, D.O. The crowd pops favorably for the beautiful brunette physician of the SE Network. As the crowd pop dissipates, a rhythmic sound is heard from behind the closed door as a female production assistant runs into the unexpected locked door as she tries to open it. She drops her folder of papers on the concrete floor as she recoils from the collision.

Production Assistant: Shit!

The production assistant winces slightly and rubs her shoulder as she crouches down to pick up the scattered documents and folder. As she gathers the papers back into the folder, she hears the rhythmic sounds coming from behind the door. The production assistant slowly stands up as the sounds get louder and faster. She puts her head and ear to the door as the sounds get faster and more feverish. The production assistant begins to blush as she realizes the sounds are that of female panting. The crowd makes the same realization and pops in excitement. The female voice moans out!

Female Voice: OH FUCK… YEAH!

When the production assistant hears the final climatic moan, she covers her gaped mouth with the folder and shrugs in embarrassment. After a few awkward moments, the production assistant knocks on the door.

Production Assistant: Dr. Knight? Are you okay? It’s Kit.

There is a bit of commotion from behind the door before the door opens and Alyssa peaks out. The tall dark-haired beauty looks slightly disheveled, shiny faced, with a touch of afterglow as she fixes her hair and keeps the door partially closed.

Kit: Are you okay, Dr. Knight?

Alyssa feigns surprise and blushes slightly at Kit.

Alyssa: Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?

Kit looks up slightly and makes a face at Alyssa implying for the good doctor to look at her disheveled outfit. Alyssa looks down and realizes that her satin white blouse is still open and missing a couple buttons, showing off her lace bra. The doctor’s black leather pencil skirt is also slightly twisted to one side which she quickly straightens out.

Alyssa: Oh… that! Clumsy me! I was trying to move the examination table from one side of the room to the other. I had a good rhythm going pushing it until the damn thing got stuck on the file cabinet. It stopped me dead in my tracks, my hands slipped, and I went flying over the table! I guess I ripped my blouse when I went souring!

Alyssa looks Kit straight in the eyes with a slightly cheesy smile. Kit looks like she’s not buying it. And neither is the crowd as they begin a three-word chant with three claps afterwards.

Crowd: YOU… GOT… SMASHED! (3x claps)

Alyssa: Want to see my handiwork? Check it out!

Alyssa moves to the side and opens the door wide open. Kit looks in and the examination table has indeed left intermittent scratch marks on the floor from one side to the other.

Alyssa: See! I hope the maintenance guys can buff out the floor.

Kit looks around suspiciously but everything looks in its place besides the examination table. Alyssa smirks confidently.

Alyssa: Now, are those the release papers I asked you to get signed by Tapioca Joe?

Alyssa takes the file folder from Kit and looks them over. She feigns frustration and sighs loudly.

Alyssa: I asked for the MEDICAL release forms to be signed, Kit! Not the talent release forms! Geez! We need to correct these ASAP! Come on, let’s go!

Alyssa leads Kit out the door into the hallway but not before she grabs her white medical coat to cover up her open blouse. She looks back at the medical room and gives it a once over before closing the door behind them and heading towards Tapioca Joe’s office. A few moments later the door reopens and out steps… Aleki Kekoa! The crowd goes apeshit! The Tidebreaker Champion and Pride of 1WM Championship contender straightens his clothes and heads in the opposite direction with a proud smirk on his face when a male voice calls his name.

Male Voice: Yo Aleki!

Aleki looks back annoyed as he recognizes the irritating voice of one Mouse Greer, 1WM’s wannabe Harvey Levin.

Mouse: You think you’re so slick, don’t you? I just saw you walk out of your ex-girlfriend’s office. She clearing you for action again, big boy?

Mouse’s conniving face only irritates the Samoan God of War even more. Yet he keeps his composure and glares at the gossip writer with arms crossed.

Mouse: Pretty Ricky is going to put your head on a spike when I prove you and his hot new doctor are moving furniture behind his back! That’s if Ace Sky doesn’t do it first in your Round 2 Pride of 1WM Tourney match!

Aleki just rolls his eyes at Mouse.

Mouse: I got my eye on you, Kekoa! And your doctor friend too!

Aleki purses his lips before he walks right up to Mouse Greer, towering over him.

Aleki: You know, Mouse, it’s said the Tidebreaker Championship is cursed and anyone who crosses the good fortune of the belt holder is susceptible to the evils of the dreaded demon within the belt.

Mouse looks dismissively at Aleki.

Mouse: I don’t fall for that Halloween bullshit.

Aleki shrugs it off too.

Aleki: I didn’t think so. But I would keep an eye out just in case.

Aleki pats Mouse on the shoulder before walking passed him. The Tidebreaker Champion stops momentarily and calls to the slimy reporter.

Aleki: Yo Mouse! Happy Halloween!

Aleki turns around and spits something in Mouse’s direction. The projectile hits Mouse perfectly in the eye. Mouse falls back like an assassinated politician and crashes into the wall.

Mouse: MY EYE!

Mouse crumbles to the floor in agonizing pain as he holds the side of his face. Aleki rushes to aid Mouse as he calls out for the medics. Lying next to Mouse is the projectile Aleki spit at him. It’s a white blouse button. The medics and Alyssa come running to aid the fallen reporter. Alyssa gives Aleki a look of confusion.

Alyssa: Aleki, what happened?

Aleki just looks back at her with silent concern as Mouse continues to yell about his eye.

@gladialeague
Season Two Continues

Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Round Two: Group B

Match Two
Ace Sky vs. "Samoan War Machine" Aleki Kekoa

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, and inside the ring neither man makes a move yet.

Samson: Talk about a David versus Goliath.

Taj: Ace is greatly oversized but as a ring veteran he has faced a multitude of opponents larger than him.

Ace Sky is sizing up his opponent, using the ropes to stretch himself a little without ever taking his gaze off his foe. On the other side of the ring, Aleki is casually standing tall, a cocky smirk stretching his lips as he fiddles with his gloves but then casually starts to circle the ring. Ace follows his steps, both men circling carefully until the close in for a tie-up, only for Sky to duck behind Aleki and fire off a stiff kick to the back of Kekoa's thigh! He follows up with a second and a third to wound the Samoan, but it also angers him and Kekoa turns quickly, snatching at Sky who ducks and rolls forward, popping up back behind Kekoa and firing off another quick series of stiff kicks to the back of his leg! Again Kekoa roars and turns to snatch at the smaller man, but Sky is using his speed, ducking back and then launching up to catch Kekoa with a dropkick right on that bearded jaw! Keoa stumbles back, but he doesn't go down, instead reaching the ropes and gripping them tightly in one hand, causing the referee to get in front of Sky as he moves forward to make another move.

Samson: That’s right, referee, do your job!

Taj: Sounds as if you’re rooting for Aleki in this one, Joshua.

Samson: I’m an unbiased color commentator, Taj. I just want to ensure the officials are correctly doing their job.

Taj: “Unbiased”, huh?

Kekoa takes his moment, rubbing at his jaw and then reaching down to rub at the back of his thigh, already feeling a slight effect from those quick kicks from Sky. The Galaxy Guru is pacing across the ring, a bounce in his step as he knows he's already made an impact on Kekoa's body and his psyche. Finally Aleki lets go of the ropes and steps away, moving towards Sky again who grins and comes at him. Keoa goes for another tie-up, and again Sky goes to duck behind him, but this time Aleki is ready for it, turning quickly and catching Ace with a stiff clothesline that drops him instantly! Ace bounces back up from the sudden blow, but that just sees him hoisted up and scoop slammed right back down! This time when Sky bounces up he stumbles back into the corner, and Aleki is right behind him with a charging shoulder right to the ribs, driving the wind right out of the Space Shaman' lungs!

Aleki has a little of his swagger back as he steps a few paces away and then charges back in for a corner clothesline, but Sky skins the cat between the top and middle rope, watching Aleki crash into the corner and stumble back. Sky takes to the....well, skies, springboarding up, bouncing in, and catching the God Of War with a springboard dropkick that knocks him down, and sends Kekoa tumbling right across the ring.

Taj: Ace has effectively been utilizing his speed and quickness to keep Aleki off balanced.

Samson: He has been but how long do you think he can keep that up?

Kekoa seizes the moment to roll out under the bottom rope, checking his teeth for a moment while standing att ringside. But in an Ace Sky match, ringside isn't a safe zone, and as Kekoa hears the crowd roar, he turns back to the ring to see the sailing form of the Nebula Ninja as he comes crashing down with a spaceman plancha wiping out the Tidebreaker Champion!

Samson: COME ON, REFEREE!

Ace is quick back to his feet, dragging Aleki up with him, and rolling the Samoan War Machine back into the ring. Instead of following him in, Ace grips the ropes again, coming sailing in and crashing down on Kekoa with a slingshot senton across his chest!. Sky hooks the leg and the referee slides into place.

One...

T…Kekoa kicks out!

Sky scampers back to his feet, waiting for Kekoa to try and push himself back up and catching the Samoan War Machine with a stiff kick to his back. He follows up with a second and third, staggering the Samoan before he turns to bounce off the ropes, and comes racing back, right into a snap scoop powerslam from Kekoa!

Samson: Witness the sheer power of the Samoan God of War!

Taj: Careful, Joshua. You’re “unbiased” is showing.

Both men are down for a moment, before Aleki manages to push himself up, running a hand over his face, while behind him Sky crawls towards the ropes. Kekoa stalks over to the crawling Sky and stomps down, slamming that big Samoan boot down on the back of Sky two....three.....four times, before grabbing the top rope for added leverage as he fires off a series of harsh stomps to Ace's back and neck! Kekoa reaches down to haul the Nebula Ninja to his feet, pushing him into the ropes and slamming a knee to his gut. The Samoan War Machine keeps a hold of Ace's arm as he takes a few steps back and then yanks Sky in and slams him with another knee to the gut, and follows it up with a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster across his knee! The Tidebreaker Champion is doing his best to remove Ace's breath, and he picks Ace back up again, shoving him back into the ropes, and as Sky rebounds, he is thrown high in the air and then driven to the mat with a Pop-Up Powerbomb! Aleki laughs as he looks a leg, and watches the referee slap the mat.

One...

Tw…Sky throws a shoulder up!

Samson: I think that was a bit of a slow count.

Aleki keeps his focus, dropping an elbow on Sky's ribs, before dragging him back up and wrapping those thick Samoan arms around Ace and crushing him with a bearhug. Sky roars in pain as his injured ribs are squeezed tightly, but the Samoan War Machine is determined. Shaking the Space Shaman like a rag doll, Aleki screams at him to just quit, but with a chance at gold on the line Ace Sky isn't ready to do that just yet. Sky raises his arms, signalling his fight, shaking his head and refusing to quit.

Crowd: DON’T GIVE UP! DON’T GIVE UP!

Aleki snarls at the sign of defiance, and rewards Sky by planting his feet and then hoisting him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly suplex! Sky bounces off the mat, head wobbling for a moment before he slumps down. Aleki climbs back to his feet, brushing some hair away from his face with a scowl. The Samoan War Machine seems intent to close this one up, coming back to Sky and hauling him up. Aleki hauls Ace up and over his shoulder, setting him up for My Divine Right.....only for Ace to squirm and slide off behind him, and drop Aleki with a Super Nova Slice! The crowd explodes in cheers!

One...

Two...

TH…Aleki kicks out!

Taj: Ohmigoodness! Ace almost had the win !

Samson: Almost but he didn’t. Come on, Aleki, stop playing with this meathead and end this farce of a match.

The Space Shaman rolls backwards, scrambling back to his feet, an arm clutching at his wounded ribs. Aleki is up a few moments behind him, and greeted by a stiff superkick right to the jaw! Kekoa tumbles back, bouncing off the ropes and stumbling forward, and Sky fires off again, this time with a massive roundhouse that sends a sickening CRAAAACK right around the arena as it connects with Keoa's jaw, and the Samoan just crumples to his back. The crowd is roaring Ace on.

Taj: The crowd senses the tide changing out of the Tidebreaker Champion’s favor!

Samson: You’ve been waiting all match to use that one, huh?

The Nebula Ninja sees his chance, dashing to the corner and leapfrogging to the top rope. Sizing up his landing spot, Ace Sky launches with a Galaxy Leap (Shooting Star Press) but Aleki rolls out of the way, only for Sky to land on his feet and dodge roll forwards. Both men are quickly back up, Sky charging in to try and keep the momentum, only to be met with a boot right in the wounded ribs! With the breath driven out of the Nebula Ninja, Aleki quickly hooks his arms, hoists him up, and drives him straight down with My Will Be Done! (Tiger Driver 91)! Aleki wastes no time in stacking the legs, and the referee slides down to make the count.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match and advancing to the SemiFinals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament…. Aleki Kekoa!!

Taj: What a match! Ace Sky really proved that he is more than ready to hang here in 1WM. It’ll only be a matter of time before gold will be strapped around his waist, Joshua.

Samson: Quite possibly. But tonight it was all about the unstoppable force that is Aleki Kekoa!

Kekoa rolls aside to catch his breath as 'King' by Palmeeze plays over the PA System. The Tidebreaker Champion poses to the mixed reactions from the crowd, while behind him the referee is checking on Ace Sky. After a few moments, the referee looks to the back and waves.

Taj: I think Ace may have suffered an injury.

A few moments later, some medics come down with Dr. Alyssa Knight right beside them. Alyssa slides into the ring to check on Ace, while Aleki slips to ringside to grab his Tidebreaker title. Looking in the ring, Aleki spots Alyssa and the Samoan War Machine watches for a moment before stepping closer to the ring. Inside the ring, Ace is now moving, fighting to sit up, but Knight puts a hand on his chest to keep him down.

Taj: Ace needs to listen to the doctor. He could end up more hurt than he already is.

Samson: Not like I’d shed a tear if he did.

Taj: You’re heartless.

Samson: Meh…

Aleki watches for a moment. Alyssa sees Ace rolled from the ring, the Nebula Ninja waving off the stretcher and stumbling a few steps on his own feet. A paramedic comes up to walk beside him, helping him to the back. Ace Sky throws a fist up for a roar from the crowd, glad to see him moving okay after being dropped on his head.

Taj: Thank goodness Ace is alright.

Samson: Well isn’t that grand…

Meanwhile at ringside, Aleki has hopped up on the apron and steps on the middle rope, allowing Alyssa through the ropes. The doctor and the Samoan sharing a quiet word, before Aleki turns to the crowd, throwing his title up to pose to a largely mixed reaction, and then slipping back down to the ground. He throws his title over his shoulder, and starts walking to the back, upping his pace to walk beside Alyssa as the show fades to intermission.

The backstage area of the wrestling event pulses with a chaotic energy. Dimly lit, the corridor resembles a subterranean labyrinth, its concrete walls bearing the marks of countless legendary battles. Faded posters of wrestling icons from decades past decorate the walls, their stoic faces seemingly watching over the present turmoil.

In this sea of intensity, the one figure who stands out is Justice Cross, a turbulent force in the wrestling world. Suspended but undaunted, she occupies the dimly lit corner, her presence defying her status. Clad in her black Uggs, dark indigo skinny jeans, black Bardot fitted corset bustier, and her red and black Social Collision distressed knit hoodie, her aura is one of unrelenting determination and a streak of defiance. Every glance in her direction elicits a potent mix of awe and curiosity.

Her hair frames a face etched with fierce determination, while her brown eyes hold a spark of rebellion that refuses to be extinguished. Her skin glistens with the shimmer of sweat, testament to her physical and emotional battles. The tattoos that adorn her arms and shoulders tell a story of her life in the ring, each inked design a badge of honor.

In the backstage corridor, she leans against a graffiti-covered wall, her gaze locked on a monitor displaying the ongoing match in the arena. Her suspension might have confined her to this shadowy corner for the moment, but her spirit and passion remain as vibrant as ever.

In a hushed voice,one of the security guards approached her, his eyes fixed on the suspended wrestler.

Guard: (whispering) Justice, you know you're not supposed to be here. The suspension...

Justice Cross's lips curl into a sly smile, and her eyes flicker with defiance. She remains steadfast, locked onto the monitor that connects her to the world she yearns to reclaim.

Justice: Yeah, I am very aware about that suspension. But they can't suspend my heart and soul, can they?

The guard, though resolute, can't help but show a flicker of understanding. He steps closer, his voice filled with concern.

Guard: (whispering) Look, I get it. You're a force to be reckoned with, but there are rules, Justice. They're worried about you. You need to take this time to cool off.

Justice Cross clenches her fists, her tattoos brought into stark relief under the dim lighting. Her gaze remains locked on the monitor, her intensity unwavering.

Justice: Did you really just tell me to go take this time to cool off? Who the hell do you think you are? I came here tonight because Tapioca Joe told me as long as I behaved I could be allowed in this arena to say whatever I wanted to out there in the ring tonight. Don’t be like them. Don’t try to silence me. I mean, don’t you understand what happened? Ricky Stanton took everything from me and Tapioca Joe just let him do it. I worked my ass off to get that belt and I don’t give a damn that people feel I didn’t. I earned that belt when I faced Silas on New Year’s Eve after I challenged him. Everyone thinks I am a joke because no one takes care of the damn trash around here not to mention the lame ass backstage politics. Ricky Stanton named himself the interim Glory champion. As far as I am concerned, if you're the boss you’re not supposed to give yourself a title because that’s bad for business and your people that work for you might just get pissed off about it. And trust me, I am and I will get my belt back one way or another. Not to mention MY show and MY spotlight. I won't let some suits in the front office take it away from me.

The guard places a hand on Justice's shoulder, a mix of empathy and concern in his eyes.

Guard: (softly) I'm not saying it's fair, Justice, but sometimes we've got to do what is best for business. You've got the talent, the charisma, and the fans on your side. Use this time to come back stronger, and they won't be able to deny you.

Justice takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving the monitor. The cheers of the crowd in the arena grew louder.

Justice: You’re nothing but a security guard. Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You see that? This match that just happened is over and I’m not going to wait for my time. I’m taking back what is mine and that’s the spotlight. So get out of my way.

As the match is just finishing up, she steps away from the wall, her eyes aflame with determination. She may be suspended for now, but she's far from done. The backstage area fades into the background as she walks into the gorilla position and stands there a few moments before hearing that song of hers hit the pa system. Walking out onto the top of the ramp she hears the crowd begin to cheer for her.

Taj: The suspended Justice Cross requested this time to appear on Legendary in order to possibly make amends?

Samson: Make amends? I would think the person she needs to make amends to is laid up in Extensive Care.

Nodding her head a few moments Justice makes her way down to the ramp where she goes up to a kid who is holding a marker with a sign he made of her. Taking that pen she would sign the poster board for him and give the marker back. Looking to the other side of the ramp she would go over to her son who was there in the front row and give him a hug. A little girl next to him was excited cheering for Justice so she talked to her for a few seconds and finally made her way into the ring. She would go to the side of the ropes where the commentators and crew were and grabbed the mic that was being handed to her.

Samson: Goodness gracious, get on with it!

Walking around in the ring Justice went to the ropes looking at one side of the arena. Putting that mic up to her lips she began to speak to them.

Justice: I had a whole speech planned for tonight. I had some fiery words, some epic call-outs, and a whole lot of bravado that I was going to throw your way. But then as I watched the playback of Glory, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Everything I planned to say tonight in this very ring, I already said at Glory. Every word, every emotion, it was already there. I can’t top that, and I won’t even try to.

Pausing for a moment she placed that mic down at her side. Looking around she took a deep breath and lifted the mic up to talk again.

Justice: Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been absent from this ring for a month now. And let me tell you, it’s not because I’ve been nursing some minor injury or vacationing in the bahamas. No, it’s because of my actions at Legendary. You guys all saw what I did to America Vaughn right? How I got mad and slapped her then grabbed the glass water pitcher smashing it over her head? The powers that be, the folks who sit in their plush offices and pretend they know what’s best for this business, they decided that I needed some time off. They suspended me because of what I did to her.

The crowd began to grow divided then with some of the fans booing the decision while there were some that were cheering for Justice.

Taj: There is no denying that General Manager Tapioca Joe did what was best for the company.

Samson: Damn right. Justice was wrong.

Justice: But here’s the thing, and I don’t know why I will say this tonight because I also said this on Glory but no one listens to me. When I say listen they hear what they want and don’t truly stop to hear what I say. You see, in the past month, I've learned a couple of things. I've learned that I'm no one special. I'm not some chosen one, and I'm not invincible. I've also learned that I don't always get what I want. Oh my god that hurts to say, you guys don’t even know. So now you see, since everything I wanted to say was already said at Glory, I don’t have much else to say tonight except that I don’t need to play by the rules, follow the scripts, or pretend to be something I’m not. I stand for what’s right, even if it means breaking a few rules. And by breaking those rules, I mean I will be showing up to each and every event whether I am still suspended or not.

Justice dropped the mic and exited the ring to a mix of cheers and jeers. She went back over to her son, hugging him one more time before going to the ramp when suddenly glass shatters everywhere around her head and she instantly falls forward to her knees.

Taj: OHMIGOODNESS!!

Samson: Talk about the chickens coming home to roost!

From behind Justice out walks a strangely masked female figure donned in black skin tight leather. Standing beside the female is a hulking African American woman with matching black leather attire. She solidly kicks a bleeding Justice in the back causing her to fall flat on her face!

Taj: Justice could be seriously injured?!

Samson: Kind of like how America Vaughn was?

Taj: Well…

The masked woman produces a microphone and begins to speak in an electronic distorted voice.

Masked Woman: Justice. Cross. For your transgressions against the unjudged, you have been found wanting. The penalty for your crimes will be continuous and fierce pain will be inflicted upon you. Prepare yourself, Justice, for this is only the introduction.

With those final words the two women turn and walk backstage leaving Justice amongst shards of glass in her own puddle of blood. The camera pans to see her son sobbing.

Taj: Do you….do you think that was America, Joshua?

Samson: Your guess is as good as mine but if there was anyone that was looking to get back at Justice, it would be America, right?

Recorded LIVE from the Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
November 15th, 2023

Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Round Two: Group C

Match Three
Samantha Tolson vs. "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane

Crane and Tolson are already actively circling one another as the entrance dies down.

Taj: There is a lot of tension on display between these two going into this Pride tournament match!

Samson: It's unsurprising, considering the high stakes and the recent goings on at Living Legendary, Taj.

DING DING DING!!!

Tolson and Crane forego the lockup and engage in a brutal looking forearm strike competition. Crane staggers back as Tolson is able to block Crane's forearm and delivers a powerful blow of her own. This gives Tolson space to land a dropkick on Crane before shooting him off for an Irish whip.

Taj: Tolson looking for the clothesline.

Samson: Samantha and I go back quite a few years, behind the scenes, and I can say with full conviction that a lot of the 1WM meatheads are underestimating her abilities. It’s only a matter of time before she gets her groove and becomes a real threat.

Taj: Like a threat to your client, Q, and the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship?

Samson: Don’t be ridiculous, Taj. More like a threat to Pritchard and his Interim Glory Championship.

Crane ducks Tolson and hits the ropes again. Crane comes back and Tolson is looking for an arm drag, but Crane manages to hip toss Tolson instead, following up with a big kick to the spine. Tolson does her best to absorb the pain while Douglas Crane drags her back up. Tolson stops him halfway, staggering Crane back with a big forearm. Tolson gets to her feet on her own power. Tolson fires off a big forearm, yet Crane blocks and Tolson is stunned for a second as Crane peels off a big European uppercut.

Crowd: OOOOH!

Crane whips Tolson into the corner and runs in after her looking for a corner clothesline, but Tolson moves out of the way and swings Crane around. The fans get into it as Tolson fires off her patented series of knife edge chops!

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Tolson manages to get four in a row before Crane blocks and clears some space for himself by nailing Tolson with a big headbutt. Crane kicks Tolson in the gut and hits a DDT before going for the cover.

One…

Two…Tolson kicks out!

The fans start to BOO loudly as Crane gets the old familiar look on his face, grabbing Tolson and trying to hook in his painful version of the cobra clutch, but she easily scouts it and nails him with a back elbow to the jaw before she stands, delivering a loud knife edge chop before sending Crane off for an irish whip.

Taj: Crane looking for the clothesline from hell..

Tolson ducks and keeps on running. Crane is looking for a backdrop but Tolson scores with a kick to the face and a sunset flip pin..

One..

Crane shifts momentum and rolls through, the fans BOO loudly as he grabs a handful of tights!

One…

Two…

T…Sam Tolson breaks free and gets the shoulder up!

Crane immediately strides over and tries to lock Tolson in a hold, but she unleashes with a rapid fire onslaught of forearms, chops and kicks, Crane falling back into the corner once more.

Taj: Wow! Nihon e no ōdo! I believe that means Ode to Japan!

Samson: You’re actually correct, Taj. I’m fluent in Cantonese but I have done my Japanese research.

The crowd enjoy themselves as Samantha Tolson lays in with her signature corner offence onslaught before she tries for a ripcord belly to belly suplex out of the corner, yet Crane lands on his feet.

Taj: Sam Tolson swerves the clothesline from hell again!

Samson: It’s only a matter of time before it connects.

Sam manages to catch the arm and swing Crane around, getting him in the standing dragon sleeper and giving the signal..

Taj: BEAUTIFUL OBLIVION RENEZV..

Crane slips out of the rolling cutter attempt, gripping the arm and drilling Tolson to the mat with a vicious looking STO!

Taj: STO! Here it comes. Crane is holding onto that arm..

Samson: This Crane is a certified psycho!

Crane rolls through, initiating the cobra clutch! Tolson seems to already be out of it before the sleeper is even on, yet Crane viciously jerks her body from side to side as if wearing down his prey, regardless.

Douglas Crane: RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME!

The referee cringes as Crane yells in his ear while he checks on Tolson. He raises Sam's arm up, and it immediately slumps to her side.

Crowd: ONE!

Douglas Crane: RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME!

The referee once more lifts the arm, and the crowd counts along as it slumps down.

Crowd: TWO!

Taj: Tolson might be out of it, Joshua!

Samson: There is no shame in living to fight another day.

The referee lifts the arm of Samantha Tolson once more, and the crowd BOO at Crane as the arm slumps, and the referee calls for the bell.

Douglas Crane: RELEASE ME!

Torres: The winner of this match and advancing to the Semi Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament….Douglas Crane!

Taj: So the Semi Finals for the first half of the brackets is set in stone as Travis Levitt and Douglas Crane will battle it out to punch their ticket to the Finals at Massive in December!

Samson: I know I said Travis might be a shoe-in earlier but now you really have to think that weirdo Douglas has the edge.

Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Round Two: Group D

Match Four
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton vs. Prince Ryder

Taj: Keeping the action moving right along, talk about a big opportunity!

Samson: One of these men is one of the toughest brawlers in 1WM today…

Taj: And the other?

Samson: He’s William Ryder!

The referee looks at both men to make sure they’re ready. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

The fans show their support for Prince Ryder by cheering him on. Smirking, Ryder walks around the ring and calls for the fans to get louder. Stanton glares at him and shakes his head. The two men then meet in the center of the ring and begin to exchange vicious right hands with one another!

Taj: There is definitely no love lost between these two men!

Samson: They’ve both been at each other on social media all month. I’m surprised they’re not muted or blocked by everyone by now!

They battle back and forth across the ring, with Stanton managing to knock Ryder back against the nearby turnbuckle. He hits Ryder in the mouth with an elbow shot and then steps toward the middle of the ring. Stanton pauses for a moment before running forward and driving his forearm into Ryder’s jaw! Ryder stumbles out of the corner as Stanton hoists him into the air and delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Taj: I don’t know that Prince Ryder was expecting a start like this!

Samson: He calls himself a prince…so probably not…

Ryder tries to stumble back up to his feet. Stanton closes the gap, grabs hold of Ryder, and locks in a front facelock. Stanton begins to pound away on Ryder with a series of clubbing blows. He then tries to hoist Ryder into the air to deliver a vertical suplex, but Ryder manages to block the attempt! Ryder shoves Stanton away and stands ready and waiting to strike. Stanton tries to close the gap, Ryder immediately cuts him off with a European uppercut. Stanton drops to a knee but tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Ryder bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed, hitting Stanton with a knee strike! He grabs the staggered Interim Glory Champion and hoists him into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…Stanton kicks out!

Ryder calls for the fans to continue showing him support. They oblige without hesitation. Ryder smirks as he spins Stanton around and leaps into the air, hitting him with a knee strike! He then tries to pull Stanton in, but Stanton spins out of his grasp. He grabs hold of Ryder from behind and sends him crashing to the mat with a neckbreaker! Stanton hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…Ryder kicks out!

Taj: This has been a back and forth match with both of these wrestlers showing they’re deserving of being in the Pride of 1WM Championship tournament!

Samson: But only one of them can do it! Don’t you forget that!

Stanton shakes his head and hits Ryder with a clubbing blow. He then drags him up to his feet. Stanton hits Ryder with a chop to the chest and then a second.

Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!

Ryder returns with a series of chops himself.

Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO!

Stanton tries to shoot him across the ring. Ryder reverses the attempt and waits for Stanton to return on the rebound. When he does, Ryder hits him with a step-up enziguri! Stanton drops down to a knee and tries to stagger back up to his feet, only to have Ryder run at him and deliver a knee strike to the side of Stanton’s head! Stanton is barely able to remain on his feet. Ryder grabs hold of him and snaps off a leg sweep. Ryder hooks the leg while covering.

One…

Two…

TH…Stanton kicks out!

Smirking, Ryder lines himself up with Stanton. He waits for Stanton to start dragging himself back up to his feet. Once he does, Ryder runs forward and tries to plant Stanton on the mat with a footstomp! Stanton ducks out of the way and causes Ryder to land on the mat. Ryder staggers a few steps as Stanton grabs hold of him. He tries to get Ryder into position for a belly to belly suplex. Ryder frees himself from Stanton’s grasp and rolls him up.

One…

Two…Stanton kicks out again!

Ryder grabs hold of him before he can make it up to his feet and snaps off a DDT in the center of the ring. He then stands over Stanton and begins to chuckle. Ryder pauses for a moment and then bounces off of the ropes. He tries to land on Stanton with a senton in the center of the ring, but Stanton rolls out of the way before Ryder can land on him. Both wrestlers groggily pull themselves back up to their feet. Ryder hits Stanton with a hard right hand, and then a second. He then shoots Stanton across the ring and waits for him to return on the rebound---only to be hit with a flying forearm smash! Ryder drags himself back up to his feet. Stanton grabs hold of him from behind and powers him into the air for a belly to back suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Ryder tries to drag himself back up to his feet as Stanton charges at him from behind. He grabs hold of Ryder’s head and bounces it off of the turnbuckle once, and then twice! Stanton then steps back toward the center of the ring and charges forward---crushing Ryder against the turnbuckle with a splash! Ryder falls to the mat as Stanton smirks. He turns around and begins to climb up to the top rope.

Taj: Despite his athleticism, I don’t know that I’d typically consider Ricky a high-flier.

Samson: Desperate times, desperate measures!

Stanton stands at the top and glares down at Ryder. He shakes his head slowly before he gets ready to leap off for a top-rope leg drop! Before he can, however, Ryder gets enough of a second wind to pop up to his feet and shove Stanton out to the floor! Stanton hits the floor hard as the fans in the first row gasp!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Chuckling, Ryder slumps against the ropes. He then rolls out to the floor to take the fight to Stanton despite the referee’s insistence that he remain in the ring.

Taj: Good things almost never happen out there…

Samson: I mean...I always enjoy it when matches go out to the floor!

Stanton tries to drag himself back up to his feet, but Ryder closes the gap. He hits Stanton in the mouth with a series of elbow strikes before turning Stanton around and bouncing his head off of the guard rail! He does it a second time for good measure before smirking. He grabs a drink from a fan in the front row and throws it in Stanton’s face! Everyone (including the fan who is now down an overpriced drink) gasps.

Ryder: You think I care if you respect me?!

Ryder slaps Stanton’s face and drags him away from the guardrail. He shakes his head and tries to set him up for an omega driver on the floor! Stanton manages to avoid the attempt by and creates a bit of distance. Ryder shakes his head and recovers, charging at Stanton---walking right into an overhead belly to belly suplex on the floor! The fans gasp as Stanton chuckles for a moment before struggling to bring himself back up to his feet. Stanton tries to wipe some of the alcoholic liquid off of him before cursing under his breath.

Taj: Ryder completely disrespected Ricky a few moments ago, and now…

Samson: Pritchard looks like he’s ready to kill him! This could get…

Taj: Interesting?

Samson: I guess that’s one word you could use!

Stanton grabs hold of Ryder and drags him up to his feet. The referee continues to yell at both of the men in the match as he tries to gain control. Stanton ignores the referee and brings Ryder over to the stairs. Stanton bounces Ryder’s head off of the stairs once and then twice. He then smirks as he grabs hold of Ryder and lifts him into the air. He stands on the steps with Ryder and gets ready to deliver the F5 onto the stairs. The fans hold their breath as Stanton asks Ryder if he’s scared of him yet?

Taj: I can’t believe that Ricky is going to do this...oh no…

Samson: I know Billy thinks he’s one of the toughest men in 1WM but this won’t end well for him.

The referee finally seems like he’s had enough and grabs hold of Ryder, pulling him away from Stanton on the steps just before Stanton can plant Ryder. Stanton’s eyes go wide in annoyance as the referee goes through a litany of warnings for Stanton---pointing out that he’s been trying to get their attention for much longer than ten seconds and that Stanton is lucky that he didn’t count him out. Stanton doesn’t seem to hear it as he begins to yell at the referee. Unfortunately, this gives Ryder the opening that he needs. Ryder runs forward and SLAMS Stanton’s head into the ring post! He does it a second time and then rolls Stanton into the ring.

Taj: I don’t know how Ricky can even know where he’s at after that!

Samson: I don’t like how the referee decided that he’s going to get involved after letting these two fight for so long!

Stanton groggily pulls himself back up to his feet---the look on his face making it clear that he’s just a bit loopy. Smirking, Ryder slides into the ring, charges at Stanton, and hits RYDEOFYOURLIFE (superkick)! He drops and hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREEE!!

Torres: The winner of this match and advancing to the Semi Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament...Prince Ryder!!!

Taj: Prince Ryder has defeated Ricky Stanton!

Samson: Hey, I’ll give credit where it’s due. It was a good win! I knew not to place all my faith in Pritchard.

Looking worse for wear and extremely furious, the Interim Glory Champion slides out the ring and grabs up a steel chair. Unbeknownst to the celebrating Ryder, Stanton gets back into the ring and drills it into Ryder’s back!

Taj: This is entirely uncalled for!

Samson: As a veteran in this sport, Bill knew better than to stay in the ring and celebrate like he just won the World Championship especially when you’ve been sharing the ring with someone as dirty as Pritchard.

As he begins to repeatedly strike Ryder with the chair, Stanton begins to shout various obscenities at him along the lines of “You don’t deserve that win!” Ryder slumps to the ground, worn down from the vicious beating, Stanton takes the time to open the almost completely ruined chair back up and placing Ryder’s arm inside.

Taj: NO! NO! NO!

Before Stanton can do permanent damage, Travis Levitt and security rush on to the scene to pull the maniacal Stanton from the near unconscious Ryder. As they get near, Stanton quickly releases Ryder’s arm and stands up, holding her hands in the air and walking away, all the while shouting, “Don’t you dare touch me!” to the security while Travis checks on the downed Ryder.

Taj: Thank goodness for Travis and security!

Samson: Bill isn’t looking too princely right about now.

The scene opens up backstage inside the lavish locker room of one Bianca Davis, and the centerpiece is dressed in a top, with a matching flared mini skirt and high-heeled black boots from Gucci. The smug, vicious socialite sits in a luxurious leather chair with one leg crossed over the other. She takes a hit from her vape pen as she bellows out some of the vapor from her lips; a cloud fills the room. The Malibu native is flanked by her trusted ninja, the same one who took out Arley Krik last month, the one who nearly did the same to Travis Levitt at Living Legendary and the woman who beat Madori in her debut and ended her with a vicious curb stomp. The vicious Malibu Queen B soon speaks, her haughty tone filling the air in the room as the boos roll in.

Bianca Davis: Now, we are Santa Monica, the palace. I became Miss Teen California twice on the way to becoming Miss Teen USA twice. A place and people not worthy of my presence, but then again, who is? Indeed, not 1WM; they squander this gift time and time to think if Joe had his way, I’d be banned from the arena like Justice, but let's face it, I am not stupid, and I have a legal team with actual teeth; Cedric knows it, the general managers know it, and everyone in this arena knows it. It’s why I have the power here, and all of you don’t.

The ninja stands ready, looming over the shoulder of the Mad Queen, who has a smug mask of satisfaction on her face. As, of course, the people of Santa Monica boo loudly at the arrogant Malibu native.

Bianca Davis: What was supposed to be a punishment to protect Q has turned into something where I fully am in control. All they can do is watch as the Ninja over here destroys their little hero, Arley Krik, here tonight in front of the world; she almost did the same to Travis had not for that pest coming out and running the moment. See, you may think, how could I be so cruel to one of my fellow mentors in Upstart? The simple reality is that it's two against one; it always has been because they know I am the better leader, the better mentor, and the way this business needs to head. The “lovebirds” are going to be hit with one stone, one strong stone, enough to knock them out of the air.

Bianca has a wide, vicious grin as the Ninja does a pose threatening the camera basically, as the blonde looks up, giggling lightly, in an amused fashion. As her brown eyes cut a hole through the camera toward the audience.

Bianca Davis: Travis, the same rules apply. Don’t get involved in what happens tonight, okay? This is Arley’s fault she put herself in this position when she decided time and time again to get in my business she got nasty gum in my hair, she played hero when I decided to take out Q, or the time I decided to show the world what was inside of me when I took out the moron Rocket. Then they got mad when she got taken out by my Ninja; this woman is lethal, she's dangerous, and she’s ready to make you all take notice.

The Ninja maintains a stoic look on her face; no one can be sure what is going on inside her mind, but whatever it is, the inventions of it can’t be good. However, she and the Centerpiece share a glance for a brief moment.

Bianca Davis: There is no choice to bend the knee, not that you would take it willingly; there is nothing you can do to save yourself; all you can do, Krik, is be ready and be prepared for what the actual beautiful brain of 1WM is going to present to all of you. That is the fall of the Coyote once and for all, but I won’t be there with this destructive force at my disposal; who knows how far I am willing to go? You all cry about Stanton's corruption in child's play; what I plan is far worse, far more destructive, and far more ruthless. Who knows, maybe we visit Q or one of the other unlucky fools of this company, Josh, can watch at ringside and take notes. Not that he’d have much to say; he never does.

Bianca shrugged her shoulders proudly as the Ninja soon threw a kick out toward a pad in teh locker room with Arley’s head on it. The pad looked warn, and after one show, she threw a paid series of them, showing her focus.

Bianca Davis: I will replace that old thing when you’re done beating down the real thing; now, if you excuse us, it's time for an execution.

Bianca blows a kiss toward the camera, smirking smugly; as she motions for the Ninja to follow her, she does one hard kick to the pad before heading off, following her manager and employer. The camera takes a look at the and the picture, seeing how much damage has been done in both. The scene then fades to black.

Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
Streaming on Splat! Network December 30th, 2023

Singles Match
The Ninja (cornered by Bianca Davis) vs. “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

The Ninja is already in the ring while Bianca Davis is standing at ringside.

Taj: The match could get very, very bloody due to the last encounter The Ninja had with Arley Kirk. That encounter sidelined Arley for several weeks.

Samson: All because Lady Meathead Bianca got gum stuck in her hair.

"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 hailing from Lake Fenton, MI….she is weighing in at one hundred and seven pounds….standing at a height of five fet six inches…she is the first ever and arguably the greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…this is The Suicide Blonde….ARLEEEEYYYY KIRRRRRKKKK!!!!!!

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..

Samson: I sure wish Herbert Torres would stop saying that Arliana is “arguably the greatest” because no one is arguing that point. Everyone knows that my client and current 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Q, is The Greatest in this company!

Taj: Well Arley has gone on the record stating it’s not an accolade that she is clamoring for.

Samson: That’s just for her public image. Behind the scenes I know she thinks she’s the greatest.

The Ninja is already prowling, circling Arley before the bell has even rung for this contest.

DING DING DING!!!

Arley and the Ninja surge forward and get right up in each other's faces. Ninja shoves Arley out of her face and then the Ninja is looking for a low shin kick, but Arley jumps up to avoid it. Arley draws the Ninja into a lock up in the middle and immediately gets the side headlock. Ninja gracefully slips out before sweeping AK's legs out from under her and taking her down to the mat where Ninja lands some harsh right hands and then tries to lock in an Indian deathlock..

Samson: Arliana is able to kick the Ninja away with those powerful legs of hers. That’s one thing I will give her is those powerful legs.

The Ninja lunges forward to drag Arley to her feet but AK gets the crowd excited as she sends Ninja sailing with a monkey flip!

Taj: Ninja is looking for the running outside crescent kick!

The fans hype up for the kick, yet they get even louder as Arley slinks back into a matrix evasion! The Ninja misses and stumbles..

Taj: Spinning headscissors takedow..

The Ninja manages to swing Arley back around and connect with a Manhattan drop. And a running neckbreaker!

Taj: What a combo!

Bianca: Cover! Now!

The Ninja dives down to the mat and hooks the leg!

One…

Two…Arley kicks out!

Bianca: Stay on her! Don't stop the punishment!

The Ninja tries to get Arley into her painful knee assisted dragon sleeper, but Arley manages to roll back and kick her in the face!

Taj: Oh! That’s going to leave a mark!

The fans heat up as AK drills Ninja with a quick boot to the spine and then hits her impressive looking blockbuster variant. Arley tries for the cover.

One…

T…The fans BOOO as Bianca Davis distracts the referee, making it seem as though there's some kind of situation.

Taj: Oh look at THIS!

Samson: Nice move by Lady Meathead. Guess she’s not a complete idiot after all.

The Ninja has snuck up on Arley with a length of cord and is choking her out while Bianca has the referee distracted!

Taj: Oh come on!

Samson: That’s a very savvy move by Lady Meathead. I supposed she did learn something when I had her as a client.

As she chokes her, Ninja drops Arley back onto her knees with a backstabber as she keeps choking her with the cord! The referee has had enough of Bianca and he turns back around, angrily getting to a four count on the disqualification for Ninja's illegal choking stunt. The Ninja relinquishes, throwing the cord away and showing that her hands are empty.

Taj: Referee is coming at The Ninja with a warning and so he should.

Crowd: BOOOOO!

Taj: Oh geez! Turn around, ref!

The ref is exasperated as he sees that Bianca has Arley in the corner and is choking her with her cane.

One…

Two

Samson: Is that Lady Meathead breaking the rules of her no contact clause?

Three…

Taj: She is indeed, Joshua.

Four…Bianca finally lets go.

Samson: Lady Meathead is a serious idiot! She went through all that trouble to find a “loophole” only to turn around and violate it!

Arley drops down, trying to catch her breath in the corner, but Ninja does not even allow her that as she runs in and delivers her patented corner face wash!

Taj: Brutality on display here! Ninja for the cover again..

One…

Two…

T…KICKOUT!!

Bianca calls Ninja over and the Ninja crawls over to Bianca to consult at ringside.

Taj: What could be going on over there?

Samson: Something an amateur manager would do. Why would you halt the momentum of your client in order to gameplan?! That should have been done BEFORE the match!

The fans suddenly POP as Arley kips up, runs in and basement dropkicks the Ninja in the backside so hard that she collides heads with Bianca!

Samson: AHAHAHAHA!!

Davis falls over backwards at ringside, and Arley is able to take advantage of a stunned opponent. She hauls Ninja up to her feet and shoots her off for an Irish whip. The Ninja nearly takes Arley's head off with the jumping roundhouse on the rebound! The fans get even louder as Arley does the splits to avoid it, and catches Ninja with an arm drag before rolling and hitting the ropes herself. Arley gets huge air time with a double bounce praying moonsault! Ninja rolls out of the way, but Arley lands on her feet! The Ninja tries to sweep kick but Arley jumps up. Arley tries for a spinning leg drop, but Ninja avoids and Arley clutches her lower back as she lands on the canvas.

The Ninja tries for a Capoeira kick, but Arley dodges. Ninja growls as she leaps up to her feet and connects with a superkick to Arley's shin, and she immediately follows up with a European uppercut!

Taj: I believe she calls that THE FIX.

Crowd: OHHHH!

Samson: Look at the blood trailing from Arliana's lip!

Ninja has Kirk stunned, and the crowd seems to be impressed as Ninja swings around herself and tries to finish Arley off with her signature 1080 spin kick, but the crowd are on their feet as somehow, Arley grabs the ankle and she manages to drop Ninja on her backside before seizing both legs.

Taj: Kirk is rolling her over! DONOHUE DEATHLOCK! It's the Donohue Deathlock!

Samson: Lash Donohue won MANY matches with that move! I miss that kid.

Ninja screams out in pain as Arley sits down at an excruciating angle on the lion tamer. The Ninja looks like she is going to submit. The Barker Hangar crowd really give it to Bianca as she is able to get in range of the referee and trip him down with her cane before whacking Arley hard across the back!

Taj: OH COME ON!

Fans: BOOOOO!

Samson: These fragile referees.

Bianca begins beating the hell out of Arley with her cane while Ninja lays lethal looking kicks in all over Arley's body. Bianca sees the ref beginning to stir, and she beats a hasty retreat out to ringside. Arley tries to get up on to her knees, and Ninja seemingly knocks Arley out with a pivoting roundhouse kick before she hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

THR..Arley gets the shoulder up!

The crowd POP as Arley is still in this, and Bianca is furious at ringside.

Bianca: COME ON! DESTROY HER! DO IT!

Ninja nods as she sits up, and then she gets to work on dragging Arley back to her feet. Ninja sends Arley off for an Irish whip, and misses with the rolling wheel kick as Arley hits an army roll.

Taj: Kirk with the springboard!

The crowd is excited as Arley launches Ninja out to ringside with a neat hurricanrana!

Samson: No! Arliana, you just gave The Ninja a chance to take a breather!

Bianca drags The Ninja back up and gets her in a huddle, speaking with her in an urgent manner. The fans get loud as AK grins and rolls her hands over one another before she takes a run up..

Fans: YEEEAAAHH!!

Taj: Double bounce 450 splash onto Bianca Davis and The Ninja!

Samson: They don’t call her the Suicide Blonde for nothing!

All three of them are sent crashing into the barricade wall! It takes some time but Arley is the first to get up, rolling Ninja back inside at the seven count.

Taj: Flipping Arabian facebuster by Kirk! This has to be it!

One…

Two…

TH…the crowd BOOO as The Ninja gets her foot on the bottom rope.

Taj: Arley can't believe it!

Samson: I’m really starting to wonder who this Ninja is under that garb?

Arley drags Ninja back into the middle and tries for a pin, but Ninja seems to be playing possum, managing to sweep AK into a tight small package, grabbing the tights!

Taj: You can't do that!

Samson: But can you not?

One…

Two…

T..Arley breaks free!

Arley shakes her head and she points to the Ninja. There is some laughter from the crowd as Ninja flips her off while the two of them get to their feet. Big European uppercut attempt, but Ninja catches it. Ninja takes Arley over with a Judo inspired arm drag but AK is able to release her arm then land on her feet. She doubles Ninja over with a knee to the sternum!

Taj: Arley could be going for the MICHIDESTROYER!

AK hooks the arms and goes to launch into the sickflip tiger driver, but Ninja launches her with a backdrop instead. Arley gets back to her feet, turns around, and Ninja lets out a roar as she launches a discus lariat but the crowd is on their feet as once more, Arley dips back with her matrix evasion, kips back up.

Taj: KIRK THE BUCKET!

The crowd is going crazy as the springing superkick misses, the Ninja easily sidestepping.

Taj: Oh! Side Russian legsweep! Ninja has Kirk on the mat.

Fans: BOOOO!

Samson: I’m really, really liking this Ninja. I need to see about poaching her away from Lady Meathead.

Taj: What?

Samson: Oh did I say that out loud?

The fans seem to be pleading with the Ninja not to as she wraps Arley's legs and grabs her arms before bridging backward.

Bianca: GO! COME ON! YOU WANT THIS! MAKE HER SUFFER!

Ninja stomps down on Arley's head and her face hits the canvas at a scary speed!

Fans: OHHHH…

Ninja hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Taj: This one is over.

Samson: It was academic after that curb stomp!

Ninja's music hits and she quickly rolls out of the ring. Bianca is ecstatic as Arley lays face down. She raises Ninja's arm with one hand and points to Arley and taunts her with the other.

Torres: Here is your winner…The Ninja!

Taj: These two are disgusting!

Samson: Disgusting or not, The Ninja just picked up a career defining victory over Lucha Barbie herself! Doc Knight might need to get out here ASAP!

Streaming LIVE November 30th, 2023
from The Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California

Legendary Main Event
Tag Team Match
“The Sky Assassin” Sean Parker and Kelli Saint vs. Sydney Simon and “Ya Girl” Q ©

Torres: The following is the Legendary Forty-Four MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH! It is sheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

“My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark” by Fall Out Boy blares as Sean Parker makes his way down to the ring to a small fanfare.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Dunfermline, Scotland by Pasadena, California….weighing in at a weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at a height of five ten inches….he is The Sky Assassin….SEAAAAANNNNNNN PARKEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!

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

Torres: And his partner hailing from Los Angeles. California…..weighing in at a weight of one hundred and fifty-seven pounds….standing at a height of five feet seven inches…she is KELLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIII SAINNNNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This is a big match as the outcome will determine if Kelli Saint receives an one-on-one 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match against Q.

Samson: There is no chance in hell that Kelli is going to get that match, Taj. None!

"Bad Girls" by M.I.A blares over the speaker system as Sydney Simon makes her way to the way to a mix reaction from the crowd.

“Believer” by Imagine Dragons comes on next as Q, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship title belt slung over her shoulder, makes her way down to ringside to a mixed reaction from the attending crowd.

Taj: Sydney and Q are looking very confident.

Samson: And why wouldn’t they? You and the rest of these plebs are about to witness the strength of wrestling perfection.

The Santa Monica fans are getting louder and louder. After a short discussion in each corner, it is decided that Sean Parker and Sydney Simon will be starting off for their respective teams.

DING DING DING!!!

Taj: Simon and Parker circle, looking for the opening.

Samson: Now you are about to witness what THE Executive Representative brings to his clients. The world is about to witness a well oiled unit.

Neither of them can find it as they lock up in the middle and jostle for position. Parker scores with an arm drag on Simon and tries for another, but she blocks the attempt and hits him with a snapmare, following with a basement dropkick, but Sean arches back to evade it!

Taj: And Parker with the monkey flip!

This manoeuvre allows Q to get the blind tag, slide in and catch Parker with a running clothesline just as he's getting to his feet! The fans start to BOO as Q lays into Parker with stomps and kicks as he lays prone on the mat. The fans BOO even louder as Q steps on Sean's throat and acts innocent as the referee gets to the count of four before she finally relents. Q beams proudly as she walks around the ring, giving the fans her signature taunt.

Taj: The Hangar really doesn't approve of your client tonight, Mr. Samson!

Fans: BOOOO!

Samson: It really doesn't matter what these plebs think, Taj. My client is THE GREATEST One Wrestle World Heavyweight Champion of all time! Seeing is believing!

Q gets down and takes an arm, dragging Sean back to his feet, but Sean comes up fighting. He lays into the ribs of the champion with forearm shots before rocking her with a huge European uppercut!

Taj: Parker with an Irish whip.

On the rebound, Parker thrills the fans as he sends Q sailing with a wrist clutch exploder suplex!

Taj: Oh!

Sean is beckoning for Q to get back up, and he picks his spot as he lets fly..

Taj: BLOODY TEARS..wait..

Q rolls out of the way of the 720 kick, and right into the path of a tag to Sydney as Sean lands awkwardly. Sydney sneds a HUGE slingshot leg drop to the back of Parker's head! Simon rolls Sean over and hooks the leg

One…

Two…Sean Parker kicks out!

Sydney drags Sean back up and nails him with a knife edge chop before she scores with a roundhouse kick and a snap DDT, trying for the cover again.

One…

Two…

T…Kelli Saint runs in and breaks up the pinfall!

Taj: Of course, as soon as the referee is distracted.

Samson: I mean, I can’t fault her. Almost everything she learned she learned from me when she was my client.

The referee hustles to get Kelli back to her corner, and the fans BOO Q as she holds onto the top rope and chokes Sean with her foot. Syd pushes Q back towards the corner, with Q shrugging as Sydney shakes her head. Syd goes to drag Parker back up, but the fans are suddenly on their feet as he rolls her into a small package!

One…

Two…

THR…Sydney just manages to power out!

Taj: So what’s the skinny on Sydney joining the Samson Family? The rumors are circulating and fueled by the fact that you and Q handpicked her for tonight.

Samson: Let’s just say that that there are many wrestlers that I have my eye on in 1WM.

Sean wastes no time dragging Sydney to her feet and getting the tag to Kelli Saint. The fan volume picks up again as Parker hauls Sydney Simon up for the Michinoku driver and Saint climbs to the top rope..

Taj: Simon slips out of the driver!

Kelli flies off the top rope and accidentally nails Parker with a double knee to the chest instead of the spike driver that was intended, and Parker goes rolling backwards out of the ring to the floor. Simon forearms Saint as she drags her up to her feet. The fans get behind her as she delivers a Northern Lights suplex while she holds on, rolls it over and drags Kelli back up..

Taj: A second Northern Lights suplex by Simon, and I think that she's going for a third!

Sydney manages to get Saint back to her feet again, but this time, Kelli evades the third suplex by locking her feet in. Syd recoils back as Kelli scores with a vicious knee!

Crowd: OHHHH!

Taj: PLAYTIME'S OVER!

Kelli reels Sydney in with a ripcord edition of her bicycle kick, turning her inside out! Sydney's prone body rolls towards Q in the corner, and the fans BOO as she tags herself in, as Syd rolls out to the floor.

Torres: There are TEN MINUTES REMAINING in this contest!

Taj: They really need to get a move on if we want a decisive winner in this amazing main event!

Samson: So if it goes to a time limit draw that means Kelli doesn’t get her chance to face my client, Q, for the World Heavyweight Championship.

The fans start to BOO as Q gives them her trademark taunt before she runs towards Kelli..

Taj: Q was looking for that big boot, but Saint ducks!

The fans are on their feet watching Kelli Saint and the 1WM World champion exchange blows back and forth for a while. Kelli Saint roars as she delivers a forearm that staggers Q backwards..

Fans: OHHH!

Taj: Saint looking for the Irish whip.

Q manages to reverse the Irish whip and it causes Kelli's head to plunge into the midsection of Sean Parker, sending him flying back to the concrete just as he was getting up! Q pulls Kelli back from the ropes and moves into a roll up pin!

One…

The fans are on their feet as Saint manages to roll the pin to her favor and bridge it!

Samson: KICK OUT OF THAT, Q!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Sydney is devastated as she is just a split second away from breaking up the pin.

Torres: The winners of this tag team main event match….the team of Sean Parker and Kelli Saint!

Taj: And with that win, Kelli has secured herself a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match against Q!

Samson: No way! No way!

Taj: Yes way, Joshua! After making Kelli jump through all kinds of hoops, your client, Q, will have to face her one-on-one.

Kelli slides out of the ring and walks backward up the ring, gesturing to Q that the belt will soon be around her waist. Evil intent in her eyes, Q glares out at her.

Taj: That’s all the time we have here tonight at Legendary Forty-Four, ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of Joshua Samson, Esquire, and myself, Taj Monroe-Hennessey, thank you for joining us and we’ll see you next month at Legendary Forty-Five “No Thanks Giving II”!

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