Legendary 45 "No Thanks Given II" - November 30, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 22:37:34 GMT -8
Douglas Crane, 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt, and 1 more like this
Post by Cedric Southern on Dec 4, 2023 22:37:34 GMT -8
A black executive SUV rolls up to the secured back entrance of the Barker Hangar. A driver dressed in a black suit and hat steps out and walks around the front of the vehicle. He heads to the passenger side back door facing the camera. The driver opens the passenger door and a pair of long toned and tanned legs are shown front and center. A hand reaches out and the driver carefully takes it and assists its owner. The hand and sexy legs belong to Dr. Alyssa Knight, D.O. who is wearing a sexy thigh-high black backless Jovani dress with Louboutin ankle strap heels. She holds the 1WM Glory Championship in the opposite arm. At the same time, from the opposite passenger side, the imposing figure of the “Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa emerges and walks around to meet his significant other. Aleki steps out in an all-back Jordan brand tracksuit with the Tidebreaker Championship belt secured around his waist. He stands next to Alyssa and takes her by the hand.
Aleki: Are you ready, my Queen?
The champion’s show of affection forms a gleaming smile on the doctor’s face.
Alyssa: I was born to be by your side, my King.
Aleki smirks confidently as they walk together. One of the posted security guards opens the door for the new power couple. Aleki nods at the security guard holding the door which is kindly reciprocated. As they enter the building, Butterscotch Monroe is waiting for them. The 1WM Senior Backstage Interviewer politely greets them.
Butterscotch: Dr. Knight. Aleki. A few moments of your time?
The couple stops and gives their attention to Butterscotch.
Alyssa: Absolutely, Ms. Monroe. But please show the reigning 1WM Glory and Tidebreaker Champion his due respect. The Samoan God of War is Wrestling Divinity. He should be addressed as “His Divinity.” Is that clear?
Alyssa’s glare is potent with authority. But Butterscotch is taken by surprise.
Butterscotch: Ummm… okay. His Divinity. Got it.
The backstage interviewer gathers her thoughts momentarily before readdressing the couple.
Butterscotch: It’s fairly obvious after Glory 30 that the two of you are “officially” a couple again. Congratulations!
Alyssa looks up at Aleki with fondness who smirks back before the doctor returns her attention to Butterscotch.
Alyssa: Our love is boundless, Ms. Monroe. Nothing or no one could keep us apart forever.
Butterscotch: I agree. We live in a live-and-let-live society.
Alyssa: Indeed. And as I said in my open letter to Ricky Stanton posted on all 1WM social media platforms, it’s appalling for him to put such a clause in my SE Network contract. Mr. Stanton, or anyone else for that matter, has no business keeping me from my King’s side. I do my job well and ethically. What I do in my personal life should matter to no one.
Butterscotch nods in agreement before adding another question.
Butterscotch: But are you ready for any consequences thrown your way by Ricky Stanton? You understand he’s not one to let things stand if he believes it impedes his personal interests.
Alyssa looks up at Aleki with a smirk before turning back to Butterscotch.
Alyssa: I’m ready for anything Mr. Stanton wants to throw my way. We haven’t done anything wrong. He’s just jealous that our love is real and authentic and he has to pay someone to give him attention much less the time of day.
Butterscotch can’t hold back a chuckle before turning her attention to the two-belt champion.
Butterscotch: Aleki… I mean, Your Divinity. You and Prince Ryder have sparred viciously over social media in the days and weeks leading up to tonight’s Semi-Finals Match in the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament. He’s extremely confident that he can accomplish what only Ya Girl Q has done in 2023 and that’s put an L on your record. Any final thoughts?
Aleki smirks and shakes his head. He looks at Alyssa then Butterscotch. Alyssa puts a hand on Aleki’s chest before speaking up.
Alyssa: His Divinity, the Samoan God of War, has wasted enough breath on Prince Ryder. Ryder is misguided. A skeptic. An unbeliever. Someone who needs a powerful display of divine power to remove all his doubts.
Butterscotch interjects.
Butterscotch: Like a Doubting Thomas?
The interviewer’s suggestion inspires a beaming grin from Alyssa.
Alyssa: Exactly, Ms. Monroe. A Doubting William, if you will. What poor William can’t comprehend is that outside of the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, and truthfully even she got aided by Ricky Stanton, no one has pinned or submitted the Samoan God of War in 2023. Aleki is Wrestling Divinity. It is his birthright, his family legacy, to be one of the best, if not THE BEST, in the world. These championship belts are just the beginning. If anyone embodies the Pride of 1WM, it is the Samoan God of War Aleki Kekoa. The Pride of 1WM Championship is the Will of Wrestling Divinity… and his will be done! After tonight, Prince Ryder will be nothing but a humbled and broken pretender to a throne that never belonged to him.
Aleki can’t help but look down and smile at his true love.
Aleki: Well said, my Queen.
Aleki then looks at the camera.
Aleki: Now that’s Gospel.
The champion winks at the camera. His physician queen beams her movie star smile. Butterscotch just nods. And the power couple walks towards the talent dressing rooms.
The scene opens right outside of the hanger, where we see a black and metallic grey, GMC Vandura van, with a red stripe and rooftop spoiler, arriving. After parking, the driver gets out and the crowd reacts as they see that it is "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane. He wears faded black jeans, a white t-shirt and a reddish leather jacket, waist length. He throws a duffle bag over his shoulder and is about to head in when he is stopped by Mickey “Mouse” Greer.
Mouse: Douglas Crane! Welcome to Legendary 45! Can we get a quick word with you before your match tonight with- argh!
Douglas drops his bag and then grabs the reporter by his suit jacket and slams him against his van! Douglas then slides the side door open, picks up Mouse and tosses him inside.
Crane: I'll deal with you later...
He slides the door shut and then locks the van.
Crane: The time for talking is done.
He picks up his bag and walks past the camera, heading inside the hanger with an evil grin in his face.
RELEASE ME!
The camera man jumps startled, turning towards where Crane was but he is already gone. A banging is heard coming from inside the van, Mouse screaming for someone to help him.
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and Joshua Samson are seated.
Taj: WELCOME TO LEGENDARY FORTY-FIVE!!
Samson: NO THANKS GIVEN TWO!!
Taj: What a night we have in store as we are one step closer to our fourth anniversary celebration called Massive!
Samson: Four years down, huh? Very impressive for the company often referred to as the little engine that could. If someone would have…
Suddenly the main lights in the arena go out without warning, leaving the crowd in near-total darkness.
Samson: What now? I was in the middle of talking!
Taj: I'm not sure, but we still-
A single, sustained note with a slow bend plays through the arena, transitioning into a drum beat and distorted ghost notes of a guitar. Fans whoop in anticipation of whatever's happening. “HELLRAISER” by Ozzy Osbourne rings out and lights start flashing at the entranceway, along with white spotlights dancing over the ramp.
Taj: It seems like we have someone coming to the ring, but I can't find anything in the schedule.
Samson: Oh I know who it is. Only one person I know uses this song.
A number of fans in the crowd pop loud as the word "RAZE" appears on the OneTron. As the singing starts, a man comes out through the curtain. He's close to, but not quite 6' and has a stocky build, with long hair and a long beard. He is wearing dark blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a biker vest. He makes his way down the ramp with a slow, but confident stride. He hops up onto the apron and steps between the ropes.
As he gets in, he ascends to the second turnbuckle of the corner where the ring steps are, and as he raises his fists high, pyro starts going off on the stage, rapidly repeating and followed by one last, loud boom as he steps off the turnbuckle, just in time for the lights to come back up, while the music is cut.
Taj: Is this…
Samson: It sure is him. I wonder who turned over the rock he’s been hiding under.
The hard cam is able to zoom in at this point, while the man looks around, picking up the scars over his right eye and left cheek. Those who know who he is begin a "HOLY SHIT" chant as he takes in the sights around him.
Taj: Those scars look like they hurt?
Samson: That's the least of it, trust me.
Taj: I'm not going to ask.
The man in the ring heads to the commentary end of the ring and signals for a mic, which is promptly sent over. Mic in hand, he goes back to the centre, ready to speak.
"Hello, Santa Monica."
There is a good enough reaction to the mention of the name, mostly whistling. His voice is deep and somewhat gravelly, and possessed of a relatively mild Scottish accent, being from the central belt.
"It's amazing just how much things can change."
Samson: Amen to that.
Taj: I never figured you for the religious type, Joshua.
"A lot of you don't know, so I'll just get right to it, my name is Raze."
A mixed reaction comes from the crowd. Some of it is the polite, but subdued response, while those in and past their 30s are more boisterous in their answer.
"I've been away for a long time and for those wondering what I'm about, you'll see soon enough. Now, I might not be setting everything on fire these days, or ripping people up with barbed wire, or wrapping it round someone's neck, but I can still get things done regardless."
Taj: Joshua, what are you smirking at?
Samson: Because that's some of the ”nicer things” he's done.
"But let's not give the wrong impression here, just because I turned over a new leaf, doesn't mean that I can't survive whatever comes my way. It doesn't mean that I don't have that killer instinct anymore. Doesn't meant that if someone gives me a problem, I won't beat the fucking shit out of them, or break a few faces!"
The crowd sound off with varying methods of applause, from cheering, to whistling, to clapping, always eager to see a fight.
"I'm here to do a job, but I intend to have some fun along the way and while I've been having some fun on social media, I've still got the devil in me. See, people in this career always find themselves in some kind of trouble, whether they start it or someone else does, so I say why not have fun seeing what kind of trouble I end up in, and what kind I give right back?"
The crowd gets behind him, yelling their approval. Raze takes a moment to look out over the sea of faces.
"So... who wants to raise a little hell?"
The crowd gives him an emphatic response, ready and willing to see what he has to offer. Raze tossed the mic towards the ropes closest to the announcers, picks a corner as his music hits, and does the same thing he did to start things off, one last photo op to close things out before he leaves the ring and makes his way towards the back.
Taj: Raze giving us a statement of intent here tonight.
Samson: It remains to be seen if the old man can still go with these young meatheads. Raze might learn that this sport may have passed him by.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings, and inside the squared circle Mark and Bia step forward and punch fists in a show of respect.
Taj: Mark and Bia showing a bit of respect for one another from their association in Upstart.
Samson: If that’s what they’re teaching these kids over in Upstart, I might need to stop by there and give them the finer points of being a bad guy.
The two back up and slowly start to circle around, each watching the other intently. Finally they meet for a tie-up, and quickly Bia yanks Mark down and into a side headlock. The Australian Ace squirms and wriggles, trying to find his way free, but the War Goddess has her grip on tight. Mark squirms some more but then pulls Bia back a few steps, allowing himself to drape a foot on the bottom rope and the referee lets Bia know. Bia starts to release her grip, but quickly adds in a quick noogie of Mark's skull as the Hangar crowd laughs with her.
Mark pops up with a shocked look to his face, and then runs a hand back through his long blonde locks to get them fixed better before he starts to head towards Bia at the center of the ring again. Again the pair goes for a tie-up but this time Bia ducks under Mark's out-stretched arm, and as Kelly turns around he's greeted by a thunderous knife edge chop right across his chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!
Mark stands with a shocked and hurt look across his lips, and it only gets worse when Bia unloads with a second and third chop, lighting up the West Coast Wildcard's skin!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
Mark is hopping on the spot now, trying to raise his hands to cover up his reddening chest, but Bia merely pushes him back into the corner, and then props his arms over the top rope, and then unleashes another chop and quickly follows with a fourth!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Mark slumps forward, holding onto his chest, but Bia barely gives him a moment to breathe before she props his arms out of the way again and raises her hands and Mark throws his hands up and cowers.
Mark Kelly: “Bia! It hurts! Fuck! Stop!”
The West Aussie War Goddess stares at her fellow Upstart trainee for a moment and then eases herself back with a grin.
Bia: “Okay. Come on. Lets wrestle.”
Bia takes half a step back, and a look of relief crosses Mark's face as he lowers his arms.....only for Bia to shove him back in the corner and unleash her nastiest open handed chop yet, the crack echoing all around the Hanger and followed quickly by the scream of anguish from Kelly!
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Kelly finally stumbles out of the corner, clutching at his wounded chest and trying to rub it better while Bia has a wicked grin stretching her lips. When Mark finally turns back to face her, Bia pops him with a right hand to the jaw to stumble him, and then seizes his wrist. Pushing him back into the ropes she whips him across the ring, and as Kelly bounces back, she throws out a lariat but he ducks under it. When Bia spins around, Mark rebounds back at her and dive rolls at the last moment, right past Bia again, this time leaping up to bounce off the bottom rope, and turning in mid-air, so as Bia spins back towards him she catches a springboard roundhouse kick right to the jaw. Bia hits the mat hard, springing up for a second to clutch at her jaw, only to get a running kick to her back from Kelly!
Taj: These young wrestlers are putting on a wrestling clinic.
Samson: Begrudgingly I’ll give them that much.
The Australian Ace is finding his flow now, and he pulls Bia back to her feet, drilling her with a European Uppercut to stagger her into the corner. Kelly unleashes another European Uppercut, and then pulls Bia into a headlock and does a twirling notion with his hand, signaling for a Tornado DDT. Kelly runs up the corner, bouncing around to get the right spin, but as he leaps off the turnbuckles, Bia plants her feet and Mark doesn't go anywhere. Instead its the War Goddess who shows off her might, flipping Kelly over and crashing him down with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging her feet as well, and the referee slides down.
One…
T..Kelly forces a shoulder up!
Bia doesn't waste any time as she rolls back to her feet, gripping Kelly by his shoulder to drag him up as well, and then unleashing a firm headbutt right to his nose, and knocking Kelly silly. Instead of letting him fall though, Bia hooks an arm and then hoists Kelly right up into a standing vertical suplex....and leaves him there! The Fremantle Force is showing off just a little as she stands tall in the middle of the ring, holding Mark high and letting him stay there for a long few moments before she falls back and sends him crashing to the mat!
Bia has firm control and she knows it, as she climbs back up, pulling Mark with her, and with ease she hoists Mark over one shoulder, calling for her Olympus Has Fallen. Bia steps slightly forward, looking to adjust her feet....and Mark squirms free, slips behind her back, and twists Bia around and crashing to the mat with the Pinnacle Twist (Roll Of The Dice). Kelly manages to get a grip of one of Bia's legs pulling it over to hook it as the referee hits the mat.
One…
Tw…Bia kicks out!
Kelly groans as he props up on his knees, looking at the referee for a single moment, but he quickly regains his focus, climbing back to his feet, and pulling Bia up. Kelly nails the War Goddess with a sudden and quick snap siplex, and then drags her closer to the corner, before turning to sit on the top rope. Standing up on the middle rope, Kelly raises a hand above his eyes, dramatically looking left, and then turning and staring out right, before he looks down, points at Bia and calls out 'Nemo!' and leaps off dropping a knee across Bia's chest with his Finding Knee-Mo kneedrop!
Kelly rolls forward and back to his feet, posing for a laughing crowd, but behind him Bia kips up! The Hangar crowd is buzzing now, and Mark stares out for a moment before realisation seems to dawn. There's a dead-man walking look in his eyes as he turns slowly and sees Bia grinning at him, and Kelly holds up a single finger to call for one moment.....and then turns and flees the ring, and Bia is quickly in pursuit!
Taj: Mark is beating feet!
Samson: Better run to fight another day then to stay and take a butt whooping!
Mark runs around ringside with Bia on his heels, circling the ring once before he slides back into the ring, scrambling to his feet, and hitting the opposite ropes, and comes charging back at a rapidly rising Bia, leaping for a hurricanrana, but Bia ducks it! Mark lands awkwardly and stumbles on his feet, before spinning around to face Bia and gets absolutely SLAMMED into by a roaring Bia, who sends Kelly flying with the Dock Blocker pounce! Kelly does a full backwards flip on impact, crashing to the mat with a loud slam, and Bia can smell the end is coming. Dragging Mark up, The WA War Goddess hoists the limp Mark over her shoulders, pacing the ring for a few moments to show off the ease with which she can hold him, and then a final roar sees her throwing Mark up, and bringing him crashing face-first to the mat with the Maelstorm (F5). Bia wastes no time hooking both of Mark's legs and the referee hits the mat.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this debut match…Bia!!!
The bell rings and instantly Bia is up, thumping her chest and throwing her arms up in exhilaration. Jumping to the middle rope, she poses for a grateful Hangar crowd, and then hops down and turns to see Mark slowly starting to sit up.
Samson: Hopefully this is the part where we see Bia mercilessly attack a fallen Mark.
Taj: I seriously doubt that, Joshua.
Bia walks towards him, holding out a hand to her fellow Upstart trainee, and Mark glances at her, then the hand, and with a small grin and a shake of his head he takes her hand, and gets hoisted up. The two shake hands and then Mark steps beside her, throwing Bia's arm high and pointing at the West Australian War Goddess in pride.
Taj: It’s a nice happy feel good moment of respect. Bia won the match tonight, but they both know they put on a good show.
That gets ruined as Mark suddenly feels his legs being pulled out from under him as he's dragged out of the ring and slammed hard into the barricade, and standing above him is the Anti-Icon himself, BRADDOCK!
Taj: That is Braddock!
Samson: Who?!
Taj: Braddock is an Upstart student that has just signed a developmental contract with 1WM.
Braddock roars as he lifts Kelly up and shakes him like a rag doll, tossing him back into the barricade again. In the ring Bia has heard the commotion and turns around to see the attack. She reaches for the ropes, but a noise behind her makes her turn around…BLOODLUST! Bia is taken right down by a vicious spear from Cory Chevelle!
Taj: OHMIGOSH!! That’s Cory Chevelle!
Samson: Who?!
Taj: You really have to start coming to the production meetings. Cory just signed to the company as well.
In the ring Cory roars his exhilaration, looking at the downed War Goddess with a wicked grin in his eyes. Outside the ring though, Braddock drags Kelly up, going to toss him face-first into the steel, but Kelly reverses it and sends the Anti-Icon into the steel! Kelly takes a moment to try and shake some cobwebs loose, only to glance in the ring and see Cory is dragging Bia back up by her hair, and Kelly moves! The West Coast Wildcard dives into the ring and throws himself at Chevelle firing off some quick right hands to knock him back and force him to let go of Bia. Kelly turns to hit the ropes and comes flying back at Cory with his Such Is Life (Bicyle Knee Strike) but Cory catches him easily, wrapping his arms around Kelly's mid-section, and sending him flying overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Cory turns with a wicked grin on his face as he watches Kelly trying to drag himself up, and some wicked intent in his movements, but he gets stopped by the meaty hand of Braddock on his shoulder!
The two men share a look, each staring the other down for a second as Kelly drags himself up using the ropes. Finally though, Cory raises his hands and then waves Braddock on, and as Kelly stumbles from the ropes, he gets leveled with the thick arm of Braddock around his neck in the Mansfield Curse (Meathook Clothesline)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Kelly is damn near dead now, laying on the mat and unmoving. Braddock and Cory stand above him with a grin. Cory turns to look at Bia dragging herself up near the ropes, the WA War Goddess is scowling and trying to get back on her feet with murderous intent in her eyes. Cory starts to walk towards her, but he only makes it two steps before the PA system blares to life with 'Ashes to Ashes' by Tarblox Ramblers! The Hanger faithful are cheering as from the back out races 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt, dressed in a pair of sweats and a simple Dragon merch shirt.
Taj: It’s Travis Levitt coming to put a stop to this massacre!
Samson: More like being a nosey busy body!
Levitt hits the ring quick, sliding in between the two beasts and Bia, and he's quickly on his feet. Levitt stares Cory Chevelle down who simply smirks, cracking his neck as he watches The Dragon, but Levitt stops staring at Cory and instead turns his gaze to Braddock.
Taj: Braddock and Levitt have Upstart history.
The Dragon simply stares at him for a long moment, the tension building, before Travis can be seen mouthing some words to the Anti-Icon. Braddock pauses and then nods, patting Cory on the back and jerking his head away from the ring. The Silverback seems confused at first, but as Bia drags herself to her feet behind Travis and Braddock slips out of the ring, it becomes clear the odds are growing against Chevelle. Chevy takes his cue, backing up and then dropping and rolling from the ring.
Braddock and Chevy share a fist-bump on the outside, as they back up the ramp past the flow of security and medics, Travis watching them go intently for a few moments before he turns to check on Bia. After a few moments, Levitt leans down to check on Kelly as well, and we cut away with the sight of the two new beasts on the stage watching their carnage, while in the ring, Bia and Levitt help Kelly to his feet.
Taj: If Braddock and Chevy are teaming together, I can only imagine the sheer destruction they are about to unleash on 1WM.
Samson: I might have to agree with you, Taj.
Outside of the entrance of the Baker Hangar, Justice Cross, unaccompanied by Braddock, can be seen standing in line to make her way into the arena as a paying customer. She looks around as if she were looking for someone.
Taj: It looks like Justice Cross is just now getting into the building.
Samson: It’s clear she’s without Braddock since he was just in the ring wrecking havoc.
From out of nowhere, a huge figure comes from out of nowhere and attacks Justice. The surrounding fans get out of the way as quickly as they can. The huge figure turns out to be one of the female persons that attacked Justice a month ago. She throws a few shots at Justice, which knocks her against the wall. Justice comes charging in to throw a punch but the Black woman manages to duck out of the way and strikes Justice in the throat!
Taj: Justice is being attacked again!
Samson: Not like she doesn’t deserve it.
Justice starts coughing and gasping for air. The woman connects with a thrust kick and then starts to hammer away at Justice with strikes. She gets up, pulling Justice off the ground and throws her into the wall. The woman drags Justice up and throws her into the doors leading out to the main area of the arena. She nails Justice with another kick and pushes her through the doors, dragging her out. There are several fans out there, either getting merchandise or something to eat. A few people take pictures with their cellphones. The woman lifts Justice up. Justice takes a swing, but the woman delivers a knee to her face.
Taj: Where in the world is security?!
Samson: Hopefully taking a donut break! Why would you want this to be stopped, Taj?
The woman drags Justice into the men's room, causing some people to scatter. She slams Justice's face into one of the urinals and then throws her through a stall door! A guy comes running out, trying to get his pants up. The woman walks into the stall and puts Justice's face right in the toilet! She starts to slam the seat down on her head again and again and again as she holds Justice's face in the toilet. Justice flails as she tries to break free and breathe.
Taj: This is completely and utterly uncalled for! Someone get in there and stop this!
The woman finally stops and throws a gasping, coughing, and wet Justice to the floor. She opens the stall door and walks to the sink, washing her hands. Taking a paper towel, she wipes her hands and throws the towel at Justice.
Woman: (growling) Clean yourself up.
The woman exits the bathroom. She takes a moment to compose herself outside, as something akin to a primal scream can be heard. The woman turns in time to see a bloody faced Justice charging out of the restroom. The woman delivers a thrust kick, dropping the former Glory champion. She looks around and grabs Justice's legs, dragging her over to one of the refreshment areas and knocking on the door, which one of the clerks opens.
Woman: Thank you.
The woman pulls Justice into the doorway, placing her head against the sidejab.
Woman: Look what you made me do to you!
With a sudden, violent swing, the woman slams the door into Justice's head. She looks down at Justice with contempt and walks away. The scene shifts to Taj and Samson at ringside.
Taj: That was just...brutal to watch. Folks, we will try to get you any information we can on Justice Cross’ condition tonight, if possible.
Samson: After that, Justice might just need to go ahead and retire from 1WM.
As the song “Celebrity Skin” begins to play over the pa system Brianna Matthews walks out onto the ramp.
Taj: I don’t believe that Brianna is aware of what just happened to her best friend and client Justice Cross?
Samson: Given how lost in the sauce Brianna Matthews is, I very much agree with you, Taj.
Doing her taunts for a few moments to get the crowd riled up she quickly made her way down the ramp towards the ring. When she got to the steel steps she would walk onto the middle of the ramp wiping her feet off on it then stepped through the ropes. Smirking and waving to the fans she walked over to one side of the ring and was handed a mic. She went back to the middle of the ring holding the mic up to speak but heard a few of the fans cheering for her. She nodded in their general direction then put the mic up to her lips.
Brianna: You know for the past two months I have done nothing but been asked how I was going to help Justice with the little problem of her suspension. I told people she knows how to handle it yet I forgot the one thing I should have remembered only I didn’t. My client, Justice Cross, has never been suspended before. She’s been fined before but never was she suspended until two months ago when she smashed a glass water pitcher against the head of America Vaughn. And we all know what happened then. Justice got indefinitely suspended and I became her manager again. Justice, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I thought I had everything lined up for you to get that suspension lifted but I didn’t. I failed and because you are suspended I can’t do my job.
Samson: Everyone wants to be a manager until it’s time to do manager things.
Brianna: And that comes to my match as an active member of this company! You see I told you all that I wasn’t coming here to be in this match, and I am not going to be in this match. I’m not going to be in this match because I’m taking a stand and siding with Justice. I’ll probably get fined for that but it will be paid.
She looks over at Sam smirking.
Samson: If she is really siding with Justice she might need to rush over to UCLA Santa Monica Medical Center.
Taj: Too soon, Joshua.
Going to the ropes Brianna climbed out and got down onto the floor going to the bottom of the ramp staring at Sam.
Brianna: You see Sam, as much as I would love to fight you, I’m just NOT going to do it. But I went and I did you a solid so you wouldn’t waste your time. I know, I know. You’re probably thinking I went and got you Joe Slow or someone off the streets right? Honey I just went and did you a solid tonight ok? Because your opponent that I got you, is someone the fans have been wanting to see lace those boots up and step foot back into the ring and his contract, yeah I said his contract…was just inked a few minutes ago!
Turns facing the entrance, smirking.
Brianna: Well? What are you waiting for?
The main lights dim out, leaving some flashing lights and spotlights dazzling across the stage, and a thumping rock beat can be heard echoing through the Hanger as 'Hellraiser' by Ozzy Osbourne hits again. Out onto stage, glasses on, walks Raze! The legend gets another warm welcome from old-school fans as he pauses to survey the scene, and then starts to head down the ramp.
Taj: This is indeed a surprise!
Samson: Who would have thought Raze would be jumping back into this this soon?
Passing Brianna he gives her a polite nod, and then looks back towards the ring where Tolson is staring at him intently. Raze stares right back for a moment but then breaks eye contact to move around the ringside area and slap hands with a couple of older fans who clearly recognise him.
Taj: Samantha Tolson is going to be a HUGE first test for Raze.
Samson: Huge is an understatement, Taj. Jericho has been out of this sport for over a decade. He’s going to see that this new era of meatheads aren’t something to take lightly.
Finally climbing up the ring steps, Raze turns his gaze back once more to Tolson who has retreated to a corner and is watching him with a wry smile. The Missouri Murder Machine is carefully giving Raze his time to climb between the ropes and then turning to climb and pose for the warm reaction from the Hanger faithful. The referee moves over to check on Raze patting him down as he slips off his coat and glasses, and then backs up himself using the ropes to stretch himself again. When the referee makes a final check, we're good to go, and the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
With the bell rung Tolson quickly pushes away from the corner, heading for the center of the ring, and Raze is quick to follow her in. They lock up, but almost instantly Tolson pulls Raze down into a side headlock. Squeezing on the headlock hard, Tolson fights off The Dread King's attempt to squirm free, and instead lets it go just so she can spin around behind him and into a reverse waistlock. Again Raze tries to squirm free, but again Tolson resists it, and instead lifts Raze slightly up off the ground, and then sweeps his legs to send him crashing face-down on the mat, and Tolson pounces quickly, transitioning into some amateur grapples, with Tolson managing to spin her body around and lock on a grounded headlock. Raze tries to force against the motion, managing to push up onto his knees, but that just lets Tolson spin sideways and switch to a side headlock again. Tolson has a wide grin stretching her lips as Raze struggles and finally manages to pivot and throw a foot across the bottom rope, drawing the referee in to force a break and allowing both Tolson and Raze to climb to their feet.
Taj: Raze with veteran instincts.
Samson: He does have that. Those instincts will need to be sharpened though if really plans to make a go of this return.
Tolson rubs her hands together again in glee as she steps back to the center of the ring and calls Raze in for another tie-up. The Dread King stalks forward slowly, rubbing his hands together slowly, and then lashes out and drills Tolson with a harsh straight right to Tolson's jaw. Raze is quickly moving in with another right and left, before pulling Tolson in and drilling her with a knee to the ribs to drive the wind from her lungs, before hooking one of Tolson's arms and tossing her overhead with a T-Bone suplex! Tolson bounces on impact, and she quickly rolls out of the ring, while Raze climbs to his feet, looking out after her and now a grin crosses The Dread King's lips, as momentum has firmly swung back his way.
On the outside Tolson takes a few moments to gather herself, but Raze doesn't want to wait and he drops and rolls from the ring, running around the ringside, and then charging at Tolson, catching her off-guard with a clothesline to knock her back down! Raze seizes his chance, dragging Tolson back up and slamming her head into the barricade, and then turning to slam her into the ring-post, but Tolson blocks it. Raze tries again, and again Samantha blocks it before firing off an elbow right into Raze's ribs to break his grip, and then slams Raze's head into the steel once....twice.....three times!
The Dread King slumps against the steel, and Tolson takes a moment to turn and roll back inside the ring and breaking the referees's count. Tolson rises to her feet as she turns to see Raze stumble a bit away from the post....and right into the landing zone as Tolson slingshots herself over the top rope and crashes down on the veteran with a beautiful crossbody!
Taj: The referee is being very lenient allowing this out of ring action.
Samson: As much as I remember Jericho being an extreme wrestler, I can say that he does indeed know how to wrestle in the ring.
Tolson is up first, pulling Raze up and rolling him back inside the ring, before once again using the ropes, this time with a slingshot splash right across Raze's chest, and then hooking the legs for a count.
One…
T…Raze forces a shoulder up.
Tolson is quickly back on the attack, pulling Raze up and pushing him back into the corner before firing off some knife edge rapid-fire in the corner.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
With Raze slumped, Tolson turns to run to the opposite corner, sizes up her target and then charges in, looking for a splash, but Raze ducks aside and Tolson crashes into the corner! Samantha stumbles slightly out of the corner, and gets raised high, and dropped with a simple back suplex right on the back of her head! The Dread King shakes some of the cobwebs a little loose as he slowly climbs back to his feet, pulling Tolson up and pushing her back into the ropes, he whips Tolson across the ring and lashes out with a clothesline, but Tolson ducks it! As Tolson bounces back, Raze flashes out with a back elbow, but the Pretty Little Murder Machine ducks again, hits the ropes.....and bounces right back into a leaping knee from Raze! The Dread King quickly drops to cover Sam.
One…
T…Tolson kicks out.
Breathing hard, Raze pulls Tolson up and locks on a quick chinlock, grinding his knee into the back of her neck. The Scottish veteran is taking his time as he contemplates his next move, but it only takes a few moments for Tolson to start trying to wriggle free. She pivots her body left and right, before finally managing to spin enough to loosen her neck off Raze's knee and breaks his grip. Raze reaches out for Tolson again, and gets a right hand to the jaw from the kneeling Missouri badass. Raze moves in again, and gets a second, then a third right to his jaw, and Tolson manages to reach her feet. When Raze moves again, this time he's slammed by a knife edge chop to his chest, and then a stiff kick right to Raze's thigh! The Dread King stumbles from the impact, and Tolson fires off a quick burst second and third kick to that meaty Scottish thigh, before backing up for added emphasis and then lashing out with a harder kick, but Raze catches it, and yanks Tolson in dropping her with a short armed lariat.
The Dread King looks at the downed Tolson, and then backs up and starts slapping at his leg, signaling for Synapse Breaker buzzsaw kick. He sizes up the downed Tolson, getting his aim just right, and as Tolson pushes up onto her knees, Raze fires off his kick.....and Tolson ducks! Raze's momentum sends him spinning entirely away from Tolson, and she seizes the moment and pounces to her feet, hooking her arms around Raze's throat and then tossing him right overhead with a Nightfall katahajime suplex that sends The Dread King crashing down on his head!
Taj: That was a highly impactful Nightfall!
Samson: I tell you this, Jericho has a tremendously hard head…mentally and physically.
Tolson turns to try and cover Raze, but his feet are under the ropes! The Pretty Little Murder Machine stares at the returning veteran with growing anger, but finally shakes her head and signals that it's over. She reaches over and drags Raze back to his feet, doubling The Dread King over, and then bending over him, looking for her Victory Drop Alpha. She starts to hook his legs and Raze collapses back to the mat. An audible groan can be heard from Tolson as she leans back down to drag Raze up....when The Dread King's head lashes up and catches her in the jaw with a sudden quick startling headbutt!
Crowd: OOOOHHHHH!!!!!
Tolson stumbles away from the impact, turning back to face Raze and is greeted by a kick right to her gut, an arm around her head, and then lifted and driven head-first into the mat with the Hexenhammer (Evenflow DDT)! The returning veteran takes a long moment to roll Tolson over before managing to hook a leg and the referee slides into position.
One…
Two…
TH…Tolson kicks out!
Raze sits up on his knees in shock, staring at the referee for a long moment and arguing with him for a few seconds before he climbs back to his feet. Looking at Tolson as she starts to climb up, Raze watches for a few seconds and then gets himself in place, tensing up and watching Tolson eagerly. Samantha slowly climbs up on wobbly feet, turns, and Raze fires off a kick to her gut, but Tolson catches it!
Raze is left hopping on one leg, and a grin slowly crosses Tolson's face, as she knew it was coming! The Dread King can do little but stare in shock as Tolson tosses his leg sideways, spinning Raze around completely, and Tolson takes her moment to hook Raze's head and bend him backwards, looking for a Beautiful Oblivion Rendezvous (Cross Rhodes) but as she starts to spin, Raze spins with her, managing to spin himself back standing and he shoves Samantha into the ropes. Tolson grabs the ropes to steady herself, and then turns back around.....right into the kick to the gut and a Shut The Fuck Up! (Stunner)! Raze drapes his shoulders over her chest and hooks the nearest leg as the referee slides into position.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Samson: Raze did it! He really did it!
Taj: I don’t think I heard the bell though.
Raze lets go of his cover and throws his hands up in glee, clearly happy with the match finish, and The Dread King slowly drags himself to his feet. He wipes the sweat off his face and takes a few deep breaths, before it suddenly seems to occur to him that something is wrong. Looking out towards the timekeeper who isn't ringing the bell, Raze turns around....and gets greeted by a leaping Tolson and a knee driven right into his jaw with a Mind Your Head (Bicycle Knee Strike)!
Samson: That’s going to leave a mark!
Raze is out and now the replay shows the tale of the tape, as at one on the count, Tolson threw her foot on the bottom rope! The referee saw it after slapping the mat a third time but it was too late. It's of no help to The Dread King now though, as Tolson isn't making the same mistake. Dragging the stunned and woozy Raze to the center of the ring, hooking his body, and then lifting him and sending him crashing into the mat with the Victory Drop Alpha (Trapper Keeper Bomb)!
Taj: This could be it!
Tolson hooks both legs, dead center of the ring and the referee hits the mat again.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match…Samantha Tolson!
Tolson lets go after the three count, rolling away and then pushing up on her knees. Glancing at the downed Raze, she gives a quick but appreciative nod for the tough fight and then slowly pushes to her feet, allowing the referee to raise her arm, while rubbing at her jaw with a groan.
Taj: Raze almost had it!
Samson: Almost but not quite. Good win by Samantha though.
The scene cuts backstage to a simple locker room where 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt is seated in his wrestling gear, slowly taping up one of his wrists with a quiet look in his eyes. There's a quiet knock at the door, and Travis doesn't even look up as he calls out.
Travis Levitt: “It's open.”
After a moment the door slowly opens and Travis glances up to watch as Butterscotch Monroe carrying a microphone. Travis gives her a curt nod and then finishes taping his wrist before pushing to his feet.
Travis Levitt: “Well. At least you're not that Mouse. How can I help you, Monroe?”
Butterscotch: “Well, I was just hoping for a few quick questions before you go out for your match tonight.
Travis Levitt: “Sure. Whats on your mind?”
Butterscotch: “Well, for starters, a few short weeks ago footage was released of your house show match, and the aftermath. An aftermath that saw......”
Travis suddenly waves his hand, Monroe professional enough to stop herself right away. The Dragon runs a hdn through his hair and then looks back at Butterscotch with a tight forced smile.
Travis Levitt: “Listen. I understand your position, Monroe. You need to ask that question. Need to ask me about....Him. But I don't want to talk about that right now, okay? Because I have someone else far more dangerous and imminent to focus on.”
Butterscotch: “Douglas Crane.”
Travis gives a curt nod of his head and then sighs.
Travis Levitt: “There's going to come a time when I will willingly and happily talk about William. But its not right now, okay? I need to focus. I need to /be/ focused.”
Butterscotch: “I understand. So, how are you feeling about tonight then?”
Travis Levitt: “How am I feeling? Nervous. Worried. But still excited. You see, I've only been in One Wrestle since August. And here I stand, one win away from an opportunity at a title. Its a big opportunity for me. To go out there and fight for the Pride championship is a huge chance for me. But for me to get that chance, I have to get past Douglas Crane. And that worries me.”
Butterscotch: “You don't think you can beat Douglas?”
There's a few moments of pause as Travis looks at Butterscotch for a long moment and then away. Gathering his thoughts to get himself ready before he looks back at the camera again.
Travis Levitt: “I think I'm good enough to win. I think on the right day, I can beat anyone in One Wrestle. The thing that worries me most? That has me tensed and worried? Is how far will I have to go to take down the beast? You see, all One Wrestle has seen so far is my nice side. They've seen the kind smiling Dragon, helping out his friends and taking on his opponents with honor. But Crane......Crane is a beast. A monster. He wants, needs, the violence. And so if I am going to best him.....how far will I have to go?”
Butterscotch: “Are you sure you can still get to that level if needed, Travis? After all, life's been going well for you lately. Maybe that anger isn't there any more?”
Travis Levitt: “Monroe......that anger is always there. That hatred at the world. That dark and scary place inside me.....its always there, bubbling and ready. The only thing stopping it coming out is my will. My fire. But if Mr. Personality wants to get dangerous this week? If he wants to go vicious and hardcore against me? Then he'll find out just how hot that fire still burns.”
And with that The Dragon turns his back to walk off and we cut to a commercial.
The show comes back from a commercial break where Ricky "The House" Stanton is standing in the ring with his staff from Glory.
Taj: It seems as if Ricky Stanton is giving us an impromptu visit before the main event later tonight.
Samson: (sarcastically) Woo. Yeah.
PRS: ALL YOU SCUMBALLS PIPE DOWN!!!
The crowd boos louder.
PRS: I am here to right a GREAT wrong. I am here for JUSTICE, no pun intended (laughs), and I am here to get back what is rightfully MINE, THE ONE WRESTLE GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP! So I want that DOG ALEKI KEKOA TO BRING HIS FRAUD CHAMPION ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT… NOW!!!!!
Taj: What is Ricky talking about? He was defeated at Glory Thirty fair and square by Aleki.
Samson: He sure was. Saw it with my own two eyes.
PRS: THIS SHOW DOESN’T CONTINUE UNTIL THIS HAPPENS!!!!
The opening choral stanzas of “King” by Palmeeze play followed by a female voice.
Female Voice: All rise and hail my King!
“The Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa steps out onto the stage gazing at the crowd dripping with arrogance. The self-professed wrestling god raises both the original Glory and Tidebreaker Championships into the air which gets a loud mixed pop from the crowd. After shouldering both title belts, Aleki heads down to the ring, glaring at Stanton with utter disdain. He walks up the ring steps then steps through the ropes without taking his eyes off Ricky.
PRS: Well now, better late than never I suppose. On Glory you injected yourself into a match that you were not booked to be in. To my knowledge a deal was made backstage that allowed that to happen…
Samson can be heard snickering as Ricky paces back and forth.
PRS: Butttt, here’s the deal: I DID NOT APPROVE IT. As GM of Glory regardless of WHAT you think of me or ANY ONE OF THESE UNDESIRABLE FANS OUT HERE (People boo loudly) I AM STILL THE PRETTY GM, THE FACE THAT RUNS THAT PLACE. So when you (air quotes) beat me (Crowd cheers wildly) and took the Glory Championship and had everyone on social media just lovvvvvviiinnnnng on you and ppprrrrasssssinnnggg you… you were in the WRONG.
Taj: Everyone did seem very appreciative that Aleki had relieved Ricky of his interim Glory Championship.
Samson: Any kind of relief from Pritchard would be appreciated by everyone.
A staffer hands Stanton a briefcase.
PRS: In THIS briefcase is the card that I had approved and signed off for Glory. Your name is NOT on that match. YOU did not ask to be in that match. YOU were not approved to be in that match. IN FACT, you took a chance from someone that maybe, just maybe, would have won that same belt, though I doubt it, but I digress. You get the point.
Taj: There have been rumors floating around that you may or may not have played a part in secretly brokering that deal, Joshua.
Samson: I plead the fifth, Taj.
PRS: So here’s what YOU’RE GOING TO DO.
A staffer opens the briefcase and hands a paper to Stanton.
PRS: After reviewing the current situation in regards to Aleki Kekoa’s win of the Glory Championship, we at One Wrestle have sided with Mr. Stanton on the basis that the card was altered without GM permission and certification. With that being said Mr. Kekoa’s reign as Glory Championship is hereby nullified and the belt is to be returned to Ricky Stanton, current and rightful Glory Champion.
The crowd boos loudly.
Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!!
Ricky raises out his hands. The staffers hand Ricky’s personalized Glory Title to Aleki and ask him to put the original championship belt into the briefcase. They also instruct Aleki to put the personalized belt around Ricky’s waist, a dialback to what happened between Ricky and Justice Cross. Ricky smirks.
PRS: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO. DO IT.
Aleki is seeing red and glares at Ricky. He pulls off the original Glory Championship from his shoulder, gives a brief stare, then tosses it into the briefcase. The staffer quickly closes the briefcase before there is any change of mind.
PRS: DO IT, KEKOA! PUT MY TITLE IN ITS RIGHTFUL PLACE!
Aleki shakes his head and yells an obscenity at Ricky.
Aleki: FUCK YOU, RICKY!
Ricky has an arrogant smile, unfazed by Aleki’s anger.
PRS: DO IT OR I WILL HAVE YOU SUSPENDED INTO 2024!!!
Aleki looks at Ricky's personalized Glory Championship belt then its owner. The crowd is screaming for Aleki to bash Ricky over the head with his own personalized Glory Championship.
PRS: HIT ME AND YOU’RE SUSPENDED!!! PUT THE TITLE ON ME!!!
Taj: I bet that it would be a lie that Aleki isn’t tempted to listen to the plea of the crowd and bash Ricky’s face in with the belt!
Crowd: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!
Finally Aleki yells at Ricky.
Aleki: FINE!
The crowd boos. Ricky closes his eyes and opens his arms wide expecting Aleki to strap the championship belt around him. While he awaits his title, Aleki puts the personalized championship belt on the mat and stomps his size 12 boot into the face plate, denting the image of Ricky in! He grinds his heel into the faceplate for good measure.
Taj: WOW!
The crowd goes apeshit! Ricky assumes it’s because Aleki is acquiescing to his request. Aleki then picks up the defaced title and straps it around Ricky’s waist. He then quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Ricky opens his eyes with a pleased grin and at first flaunts having his Glory Championship back until he notices the crowd laughing and pointing at him.
Samson: Pritchard has no idea what Aleki has done to his title belt!
Ricky is trying to figure out the laughs as his staff points at the belt. When Ricky looks down he runs to the ropes yelling at AK
PRS: HEY AK! YOU THINK THAT’S FUNNY??? YOU AND ALLY THING YOU’RE SOOOOOOO FUNNY!!! OK, OK, AT THE NEXT GLORY I’M CALLING YOUR LITTLE FLAME IN….FOR AN HR CALL ON LIVE TV!!!! And it’s gonna be Sooooooooooo Pretttyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!
Ricky and his staff leave the ring. He is yelling at the fans as he goes back up the ramp.
Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Semi Finals: Group A/Group C
Match One
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt vs. "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane
Torres: The following is MATCH ONE of the SEMIFINALS in the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!!
The crowd pops.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts with a thunderous lockup between the two fairly evenly matched combatants in the center of the ring. Travis locks down Douglas then pushes him back into the corner. The Dragon unleashes some hard punches into Mr. Personality who tries to block them with his arms. The official tells Travis to let Douglas out of the corner which he does by putting his hands up showing the official he’s following orders. This pause allows Douglas to land a straight right onto Travis’s face garnering disdain from the crowd!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Samson: Nice sucker punch from Douglas!
Taj: You would applaud that behavior .
Samson: I call it like I see it…
Travis is stunned backwards and Douglas unloads his barrage of punches to the side of the head. Travis is backed up into the opposite corner. Once in the corner, Douglas hits several haymakers as the official admonishes him to let Travis out of the corner. Unlike the Dragon, Mr. Personality keeps the barrage coming, forcing the official to count to 4 before backing away to avoid a disqualification. Douglas glares coldly at the official.
Taj: Douglas really needs to be careful.
Samson: Sometimes you just have to push things to the limit….right up to the edge, Taj. Come on…live a little!
As Douglas turns his attention back to Travis, the Dragon hits Mr. Personality in the throat with an uppercut! The crowd pops as Travis hits Douglas. Douglas returns fire and hits his own uppercut! The crowd boos as Douglas hits Travis. The two combatants trade shots as the crowd ebbs from cheers to jeers depending on who is landing the shots.
Taj: It’s an all out slugfest!
The vicious exchange gets the crowd to its feet. Travis gains the advantage with a headbutt. He then runs back into the ropes, bounces off of them to gain momentum, but is intercepted by a Clothesline From Hell that nearly decapitates Travis. The crowd jeers the hell out of Douglas. However, Travis has the wherewithal to find his bearings quickly and gets up in a defensive posture. Douglas bounces off the ropes and runs towards Travis. Travis suddenly lands a harsh roundhouse kick into the face of Douglas. Douglas hits the mat hard, holding his jaw. He, too, like Travis earlier, finds his place quickly and rises to his feet. The crowd applauds the even match up so far.
Before he can lose the momentum, the Dragon runs towards Mr. Personality who has backed himself up to the ropes. Travis hits a stiff clothesline that sends Douglas up and over the top rope and down to the floor. Travis doesn’t waste any time and follows Douglas outside. As he picks Douglas up, Travis is hit by a vicious uppercut to the chin that sends him reeling. Douglas follows through with a barrage of punches. He grabs the Dragon by the head then smashes it full force on the ring apron. Douglas turns his back on Travis as some fans yell obscenities at him. He just stares coldly at them unaffected. Just then, Travis turns Douglas around and connects with a hard right hand. Mr. Personality is rocked. Travis now unloads on Douglas while the official is counting them out of the ring. The official reaches 7 and Travis grabs Douglas by the head and returns the head smash on the ring apron before rolling Mr. Personality back into the ring.
Douglas tries to shake out the cobwebs. Travis slides back into the ring and kicks Douglas in the stomach. With Mr. Personality bent over, Travis puts Douglas’ arm around his neck and hits a textbook snap suplex. Travis goes for the cover.
One…
Two… Douglas quickly thrusts an arm up, breaking the count.
Travis now stomps on Douglas as the tide has clearly shifted his way. He picks up Mr. Personality and punches him hard in the face. Douglas drops to one knee. Travis runs back to the ropes, bounces off, and drills a dropkick into Douglas’s face. Travis goes for another cover with the official in position.
One…
Two… kickout! This time less authority on the pin escape.
Travis picks Douglas up and pushes him back into a corner. He drills a couple more rights into him before running to the opposite corner. From there, Travis runs to connect to with a big boot but at the very last second Douglas steps out of the corner and Travis hits nothing but turnbuckle. This gives Douglas the opportunity to shake out some cobwebs as Travis untangles himself from the corner. As Travis steps back from the corner, he walks right into Douglas’ clutches. Mr. Personality grabs the Dragon by the hair despite the admonishment of the official and hooks him for a falling inverted DDT! Douglas drops Travis and quickly covers him.
One…
Two… kick out by Travis!
Taj: It’s clear as day that both of these men are giving one hundred percent in order to reach the Finals of this Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament next at Massive Four!
Samson: They definitely are, Taj.
Douglas picks Travis back up, grips his arms around him, and sends him hurtling over with a overhead-belly-to-belly suplex! But he’s not done. He walks back over, picks him up again, and repeats the same impactful move. The momentum has clearly shifted again as the crowd boos Douglas. Mr. Personality sees an opportunity as the Dragon lays on the mat. He walks over to the nearest corner and scales the turnbuckle. He measures Travis and then launches himself with a picture perfect diving head butt! Travis writhes in pain as Douglas is split open!
Taj: And we have our first sightings of blood!
Samson: I’m surprised it has taken this long considering that Douglas is in the match.
Taj: Honestly it looks as if the blood doesn’t seem to bother Douglas. Actually he looks MORE motivated!
Douglas picks up Travis and irish whips him into a corner. He follows through and clotheslines him. Again and again! Travis walks into the middle of the ring, out on his feet. Douglas sees another chance and goes for another lariat yet somehow Travis hooks his arm and delivers a desperate Samoan drop! Both men are down! The official has no choice but to start a ten count.
One…
Two…
Three… Douglas begins to stir.
Four…
Five…
Six… Travis begins to get to his feet. The official stops his count as Douglas is up and looking to inflict more damage on Travis. Travis has the same thing in mind. They meet at the center of the ring and start launching haymakers at each other. Travis’ punches only open up Douglas’ forehead. Blood is flying everywhere. Travis has blood splatter on him but he’s undaunted.
Travis wraps his arms around Douglas and German suplexes him across the ring. He follows it up with another then another. The Dragon picks up Mr. Personality and whips him into the corner. He follows it up with a clothesline. Douglas looks dazed. Travis feels like the end is near, so he picks up Douglas and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him. The crowd gets antsy as the bloodied combatants take a high risk position. Travis looks to hit a superplex from the top rope but somehow Douglas starts to punch Travis’ ribs. He headbutts Travis. Again and again and again. It looks like Travis is now busted open! Both men are teetering from the top. Travis hits Douglas hard with a barrage of shots. Travis hooks Douglas’ arm and prepares to superplex him after all! Just as Travis initiates the superplex from the top rope Douglas shifts his weight and positions Travis into a top rope side effect! Both men crash and burn in the middle of the ring! The crowd goes nuts!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Taj: Both men are down!
The officials starts another ten count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five… Douglas stirs.
Six…
Seven…
Eight… Travis lays an arm over Douglas for a desperate cover!
One…
Two…
Thr…Kick out by Douglas!
Samson: That was really close! I thought Travis had punched his ticket to the Finals!
Travis shakes his head in disbelief. Travis gets up and motions to Douglas to get up. Douglas staggers up. Both men are wearing masks of blood from their split foreheads. Travis eggs Douglas on to come at him. Douglas obliges and hits a European uppercut. Travis staggers back but responds with his own European uppercut! The two exhausted combatants trade European uppercuts and teeter back and forth. Travis hits one more that drops Douglas. Travis measures Douglas for his signature Phoenix Tear[/b][/i] bicycle knee strike. He runs at Douglas and as he raises his leg, Mr. Personality pops up and hits a desperation STO! Travis is down. Douglas flips him over and cinches on the cobra clutch his calls Release Me! He screams out “Release Me” as Travis starts fades.
Taj: Douglas has the Release Me cinched in super tight!
Samson: Since his arrival to 1WM, no has managed to escape the Release Me and I don’t think Travis is going to be the first.
The official asks Travis if he submits but he responds in the negative. Douglas only pulls back harder. The official asks Travis again and he gets a faint negative response much less he refuses to tap!
Taj: Hold on, Travis!
Samson: Way to be unbiased, Taj.
The Dragon’s eyes roll back into his head and the official asks Travis if he submits. Douglas seems to whisper something to Travis who doesn’t respond back to the official. The official has no choice but to call the bell!
Taj: Douglas Crane has done it!
Torres: Here is your winner and advancing to the Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament………. Douglas Crane!!!
Douglas releases the cobra clutch and Travis’ head drops limp to the mat. The official checks on him before calling for medical assistance. As the EMT’s arrive, the official raises Douglas’ arm in victory.
Samson: Travis put up a good fight but just not good enough.
The atmosphere backstage at Legendary 45 came with a substantial amount of nerves and anticipation when it came to “Prince” William Ryder. For nearly a month a match between him and Aleki Kekoa had been set to take place this evening with the winner advancing to the finals in order to compete for the Pride of 1WM Championship. Aleki Kekoa had been a name that he thought about a ton over the course of the last few weeks. Aleki Kekoa had a reputation for being one of the more top-notch wrestlers in the company and always seemed to find his way to obtaining championship gold: something Prince William has yet to do since returning to 1WM one year ago.
“Aleki Kekoa needs to be taught a valuable lesson tonight. He needs someone in that locker room to knock him off the imaginary pedestal he envisions himself standing on top only to have someone like me kick it out from beneath him, causing him to come crashing down to the ground. Aleki might be the most arrogant and egotistical human being on the planet. Your choice of words towards me to belittle me in an attempt to get inside my head will not work with someone like me.”
“Didn’t I already tell you not to publicly make irrelevant promises you have no control over and won’t be able to fulfill? There’s a substantial difference between the two of us in terms of how we carry and present ourselves behind the scenes or in the public eye. Aleki Kekoa will look at himself in the mirror every morning and talk himself into believing he is untouchable inside that ring which is his first mistake in walking into Legendary 45 with a loss before the match even begins. I may not like you on a personal level but the competitive athlete in me has enough respect for you to realize I could end up losing everything by making one crucial mistake during the match to hand you a victory that gives you a Pride of 1WM championship match at Massive IV in December.”
He began to pace back and forth directly outside the red-painted door which read William “Prince” Ryder in bold gold lettering. William knew the importance of making sure to take the time before every match he competed in to isolate himself from the rest of the locker room and crew to help clear his head while preparing for the grueling war between him and Aleki Kekoa. Prince William looked directly into the lens of the live camera that had been shadowing him over the last few minutes.
“December, 8th, 2017 will forever be engraved into my subconscious for being the day my EHWF Anarchy World Heavyweight Championship reign came to an end. I knew it was time to take a lengthy period of time away from the sport to pursue other opportunities being a full-time pro wrestler prevented me from being able to act upon it. Tonight when I look across that ring and see Aleki Kekoa hosting championship gold he will more than certainly try to dangle in front of my face in a sad attempt to taunt and ridicule me one last time before the match.”
“Six fucking empty years of my life have passed on by without a single championship reign to call my own. Six years is fucking long enough to go without championship gold in this sport. I’m not letting some egotistical douchebag strip away another golden opportunity away from me tonight. Aleki is going to find out firsthand that this victory over him tonight became personal the moment he won his match versus Ace Sky. I beg you to bring everything you have tonight because at the end of the night, it won’t be enough to dethrone me from becoming the next Pride of 1WM champion.”
The scene slowly fades to the ring.
Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Round Semi Finals: Group B/Group D
Match Two
"Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa vs. Prince Ryder
Torres: The following is MATCH TWO of the SEMIFINALS in the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!!
The crowd pops.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Taj: After being stripped of the Glory Championship earlier tonight by Ricky Stanton on a technicality, you have to think that Aleki is fuming and looking to take out all his frustrations!
Samson: Oh Aleki is going to unleash godlike wrestling fury down upon Bill Ryder. We might as well pick those black outfits because Bill’s career is going to be dead after this match.
The two men stand in the ring and stare each other down as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Ryder wastes little time in getting things started – running across the ring and immediately hitting Aleki in the face with a hard right hand! He follows it up with a second and then a third! The referee shouts out a warning about closed fists, but this only prompts Ryder to begin hitting Aleki with a series of vicious chops. Blow after blow connects with Aleki as he stumbles back to the ropes.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
Aleki grabs hold of the ropes as Ryder shoots him across the ring. He waits for Aleki to come back on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting him with a leg lariat! Aleki crashes to the mat. Ryder immediately runs and tries to deliver RYDEOFYOURLIFE (Superkick) – only to have Aleki step out of the way at the last possible second!
Taj: I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do when Ryder decides he’s going to be THAT aggressive to start a match!
Samson: Honestly...there isn’t much that you CAN do! You just need to hope you survive the onslaught and get back on track! But remember this is Bill…he’ll figure out a way to muck it up.
Ryder turns around and dares Aleki to get on the attack. Aleki responds without hesitation. He runs forward and hits Ryder with a forearm smash, followed by a second, and then a third! The impact of the blows sends Ryder staggering. Aleki runs forward and drives his knee hard into Ryder’s ribs. Ryder doubles over in pain and Aleki lifts him into the air, slamming Ryder into his knee with a gutbuster! Ryder stumbles back up to his feet as Aleki runs at him and delivers a knee trembler! The impact straightens up Ryder, who groggily tries to regain a sense of where he’s at. Sensing an opening, Aleki charges forward and delivers a leaping neckbreaker! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Ryder tries to pick himself back up to his feet. Aleki lines himself up with the Prince and tries to hit him with a running enzuigiri! Ryder ducks underneath the kick. Aleki hits the mat as Ryder stands him up and hits him with a slap to the face that echoes throughout the arena!
Ryder: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE!
Ryder then bounces off of the ropes and hits Aleki with a running enzuigiri of his own! Aleki collapses to the mat. Ryder hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two…
TH…Aleki gets a foot on the ropes!
Taj: That was super close! Prince was a millisecond for advancing to the Finals!
Samson: Yeah, yeah but did you notice the ring savvy of Aleki? He knew where he was positioned in the ring and used the proximity of the ropes to his advantage. Only a wrestling God would be able to do that!
Ryder grabs hold of Aleki and lifts him back up to his feet. He ties Aleki’s arms up in the ropes and begins to hit him with a series of hard slaps to the face – each one louder than the last. Ryder then drags Aleki out of the ropes. He lifts him onto his shoulders and tries to snap off a move – only to have Aleki free himself. He waits for Ryder to turn around to face him before leaping into the air, hitting him with a massive dropkick! Ryder tries to create space, only to have Aleki land on him with a running leg drop! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Ryder kicks out!
Aleki grabs Ryder by the head and pulls him back up to his feet. He hits Ryder with a series of chops before lifting him into the air for a vertical suplex! Ryder blocks the attempt with a knee strike. Aleki places him down on the mat as Ryder leaps into the air and hits Aleki in the mouth with a double knee strike! Aleki loses his footing as Ryder rolls him up.
One…
Two…Aleki kicks out!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Ryder runs at Aleki and tries to deliver a running forearm smash! Aleki catches him in the air and slams Ryder to the mat! Ryder slowly pulls himself back up to his feet and charges at Aleki – who snaps off a perfectly timed flatliner instead! Ryder’s face bounces off of the mat before he stumbles back up to his feet. Aleki lines himself up with Ryder and tries to plant him on the mat with a DDT! Ryder shoves Aleki away from him. Aleki grabs hold of the ropes to steady himself!
Taj: This is some exciting, back and forth action!
Samson: It is the destiny of Aleki Kekoa to win this match, Taj.
Ryder charges at Aleki and tries to send him out to the floor! Aleki gets a foot in the air and kicks Ryder in the mouth! Ryder stumbles back as Aleki rolls out to the apron. He steadies himself and springboards into the ring, hitting Ryder in the mouth with a Superman punch! Aleki pulls Ryder up before dropping him with My Will Be Done (Tiger Driver '91)!
Taj: This could be it!
Samson: This is it. This is destiny being fulfilled.
Aleki flips Ryder over, hooks the leg, and goes for the cover. The referee drops down and counts.
One…
Two…
THREEEEE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match and advancing to the Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament ...Aleki Kekoa!!!
Taj: These two went back and forth, and it was exciting, but in the end...Aleki pulls a victory out of thin air!
Samson: Thin air?! If by thin air you mean destiny, Taj, then you are absolutely correct.
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Bianca steps into the ring with Sydney to start the match as the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Sydney runs across the ring. She hits Bianca with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third! She then shoots Bianca across the ring and leaps into the air to try and hit her with a spinning wheel kick on the rebound! Bianca stops herself before Sydney can connect and causes her to crash into the mat! Bianca then grabs hold of Sydney’s head and bounces it off of the mat! She does it a second time for good measure, before dragging Sydney up to her feet by her hair. She sends her back to the mat with a snapmare and then walks over to her corner of the ring. She tags Ninja into the match. Ninja runs into the ring and blasts Sydney in the mouth with a knee strike!
Taj: Oh, that couldn’t have felt good!
Samson: No...it couldn’t have…
Sydney tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Ninja steps toward her and hits her in the mouth with an elbow smash! She follows it up with a second and then bounces off of the ropes. Before she can do anything on the rebound, Sydney catches her by surprise with a drop-toe-hold! Ninja’s face bounces off of the mat. She gets close to reaching her feet, when suddenly, Sydney steps forward and hits her with a hard kick to the jaw! Ninja crashes to the mat again as Sydney stumbles back to her corner of the ring and tags Arley into the match. The fans are on their feet as Arley leaps into the ring.
Taj: Time to see what Arley Kirk can do!
Samson: The second greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion might I add.
Arley bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Ninja with a quick strike, only to walk into a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second, and then grabs hold of Arley to shoot her across the ring. Ninja follows close behind Arley and gets ready to strike – which proves to be quite the mistake. Arley leaps at the ropes and hits Ninja with a shocking Kirk The Bucket! (Springing superkick)! She hooks the leg and immediately goes for the cover, as the referee drops down and counts.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Samson: No way!
Torres: The winner of this match...Arley Kirk and Sydney Simon!!!
Taj: Bianca and The Ninja didn’t see that one coming!
Samson: No one saw that coming!
Backstage in the bustling arena, Ya Girl Q stands in front of the camera, the 1WM World Heavyweight Title prominently displayed over her shoulder. Her confidence shines through, but there's a touch of skepticism and a whole lot of disdain in her eyes as she prepares to address the upcoming match.
Ya Girl Q: Ah, Legendary 45, the night when the spotlight shines on yours truly once again. But you know what, folks? Tonight's main event, it's a bag of mixed emotions.
She smirks wryly, adjusting the title on her shoulder before continuing.
Ya Girl Q: Let's talk about my team first. Silas Jessup, Rowena Bryne, yeah, I know them. But trust them? Well, let's just say that trust isn't exactly my strongest suit, especially when it comes to those who claim to have my back.
Q's expression grows more pointed, a glint of defiance in her eyes.
Ya Girl Q: And then there's the other side of the ring. Ricky Stanton, Kelli Saint, and Raijin Hunter; two of which I have already successfully defended this here 1WM World Heavyweight Title against. And then there's Stanton... Oh, Ricky, dear Ricky... the man who I thought was a mentor, a guide. Turned out he was just good at walking away when things got too real.
Her smirk turns into a sneer, dripping with sarcasm.
Ya Girl Q: You know, Stanton, I should thank you. Thank you for showing me that loyalty is just a word in your book. Thank you for abandoning me when I needed support the most. Thank you for proving that you're just like every other self-centered suit in this business.
The snark in her voice is undeniable, each word laced with contempt.
Ya Girl Q: But tonight, it's not about you, Stanton. It's about Ya Girl Q. It's about furthering my legacy and showing everyone in this arena why I'm the face of One Wrestle Movement. So, Stanton, Saint, Hunter, bring whatever games you've got. I've seen it all and I'm more than ready to take on the challenge.
With a dismissive wave, Ya Girl Q heads off, leaving the camera behind, her disdain for Stanton and her typical snarky attitude evident as she gears up to face a challenging team in the main event of Legendary 45.
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Streaming LIVE December 30th, 2023 from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
"Heart of a Champion" by Hollywood Undead ft. Papa Roach & Ice Nine Kills (Singles theme) bumps through the Hangar as Raijin Hunter makes his way down to the ring.
The sound of random vehicles crashing into an immovable object plays strongly over the speaker system. The sights of buildings crumbling in the wake of a giant earthquake appear on the tron. The lights suddenly shoot to blackness and Kelli Saint appears in the center of the ring when the lights come up, sizing up her prey, preparing for the start of the match.
The lights go out and the Black Superman logo is shown on the big screen with AC DC's "Back in Black" blasting over the speakers. Just then "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, his damaged customized Glory title belt around his waist, flanked by three of his Goons, comes out to the ramp and stands there.
Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades...
Torres: Introducing first…team number one….at a total combined weight of six hundred and seven pounds…they are accompanied by the Stanton Goons…the team of RAIJIIIIIIINNNNNN HUNTEEEERRRRRRRRR, KELLLLLLIIIII SAINNNNNTTTTTT, and RICKKKKYYY STANTOOOONNNNNN!!!!!
Taj: Why do they need seven of them?
Samson: Who said anything about “need?”
"Nightmare" by Nyxx blares through the sound system as Rowena Bryne makes her way down to the ring.
”The End Is The Beginning Is The End” by The Smashing Pumpkins pumps throughout the arena as Silas Jessup makes his way from the back.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons explodes as “Ya Girl” Q, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship belt around her waist, strides down the rampway to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents…weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy-seven pounds….they are ROWENNNNNNNAAAAA BRYNNNNNNNNEEEEE, SILAS JESSUUUUUPPPPPP, and QQQQQQQQQQQ!!!
Taj: Q is already looking uneasy...
Samson: Wouldn’t you if you were looking down the barrel of a gun like this?
Taj: I suppose I would be, yes.
Samson: Then why are you questioning it with a smart woman like Q?
Taj: Well there is A LOT of individual combustible elements coming into this match.
Q looks between her partners to the challengers standing before them and the Goons on the floor. She takes her time, looking between her partners and her opponents before coming to a decision. She nods and then tears across the ring, running right at Raijin, Kelli and Ricky. She leaps over them and comes crashing down onto the Goons!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The referee frantically calls for the bell to start the match!
DING DING DING!!!
Ricky and Raijin turn to look at Q on the floor with the Goons while Kelli charges forward and tackles Silas to the mat. As Kelli goes for the full mount position, Rowena moves in behind and kicks her between the shoulder blades! Silas swings his legs up and hooks Kelli for a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
As she tries to stand back up, Rowena kicks Kelli in the back and Silas catches her for an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Kelli jumps on top of Silas and starts to throw punches down on Napalm’s face. Rowena moves in to try and kick Kelli again but Raijin cuts her off. Ricky runs over and hits a big boot to drop Rowena to the mat. Q comes to dive back into the ring only for the Goons to drag her back to the floor.
Taj: This is a dangerous situation!
Samson: It’s three on two inside the ring and four on one on the floor…damn right it’s dangerous!
Taj: The referee has got to get some control here!
Samson: Good luck with that one!
Silas rolls Kelli and mounts her in kind. Silas starts to hammer away on Kelli the same way Kelli had on her. Raijin and Ricky take Rowena into the corner and start to smash on her. Rowena fights back, hitting Raijin and then hitting Ricky. Both Raijin and Ricky continue to hammer away on Rowena as she fires back on them. Kelli hooks Silas’s arm and rolls him over into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Kelli tries for a rear naked choke but Silas elbows out and starts over onto all fours. Kelli jumps over into an Oklahoma roll.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Q tries to get back up into the ring and gets pulled down to the floor again. As she goes, she reaches in and taps the referee’s ankle. The referee turns to see the Goons drilling Q into the matted concrete. The referee turns and calls for the bell!
Torres: Your winners via disqualification…the team of Silas Jessup, Rowena Bryne and Q!!!
The Goons continue to put the boots to Q. Security rushes down and pulls them off of Q while also diving into the ring and pulling the other combatants apart.
Taj: Goodness gracious!
Samson: They are trying to take everybody apart!
Taj: Silas, Rowena, and Q have been fighting back!
Samson: They better!
Security pulls Kelli, Raijin, and Ricky from the ring while holding Silas Jessup and Rowena Bryne back in the ring. Q is thrown into the ring as the Goons, Kelli, Raijin, and Stanton are escorted to the back amidst boos from the crowd.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Taj: What a tumultuous finish to Legendary Forty-Five “No Thanks Given II”!
Samson: I need to go check on my client!
Taj: On behalf of Joshua Samson, Esquire, I’m Taj Hennessey-Monroe, saying thank you for joining us and we’ll see everyone in December at Massive Four!!
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Aleki: Are you ready, my Queen?
The champion’s show of affection forms a gleaming smile on the doctor’s face.
Alyssa: I was born to be by your side, my King.
Aleki smirks confidently as they walk together. One of the posted security guards opens the door for the new power couple. Aleki nods at the security guard holding the door which is kindly reciprocated. As they enter the building, Butterscotch Monroe is waiting for them. The 1WM Senior Backstage Interviewer politely greets them.
Butterscotch: Dr. Knight. Aleki. A few moments of your time?
The couple stops and gives their attention to Butterscotch.
Alyssa: Absolutely, Ms. Monroe. But please show the reigning 1WM Glory and Tidebreaker Champion his due respect. The Samoan God of War is Wrestling Divinity. He should be addressed as “His Divinity.” Is that clear?
Alyssa’s glare is potent with authority. But Butterscotch is taken by surprise.
Butterscotch: Ummm… okay. His Divinity. Got it.
The backstage interviewer gathers her thoughts momentarily before readdressing the couple.
Butterscotch: It’s fairly obvious after Glory 30 that the two of you are “officially” a couple again. Congratulations!
Alyssa looks up at Aleki with fondness who smirks back before the doctor returns her attention to Butterscotch.
Alyssa: Our love is boundless, Ms. Monroe. Nothing or no one could keep us apart forever.
Butterscotch: I agree. We live in a live-and-let-live society.
Alyssa: Indeed. And as I said in my open letter to Ricky Stanton posted on all 1WM social media platforms, it’s appalling for him to put such a clause in my SE Network contract. Mr. Stanton, or anyone else for that matter, has no business keeping me from my King’s side. I do my job well and ethically. What I do in my personal life should matter to no one.
Butterscotch nods in agreement before adding another question.
Butterscotch: But are you ready for any consequences thrown your way by Ricky Stanton? You understand he’s not one to let things stand if he believes it impedes his personal interests.
Alyssa looks up at Aleki with a smirk before turning back to Butterscotch.
Alyssa: I’m ready for anything Mr. Stanton wants to throw my way. We haven’t done anything wrong. He’s just jealous that our love is real and authentic and he has to pay someone to give him attention much less the time of day.
Butterscotch can’t hold back a chuckle before turning her attention to the two-belt champion.
Butterscotch: Aleki… I mean, Your Divinity. You and Prince Ryder have sparred viciously over social media in the days and weeks leading up to tonight’s Semi-Finals Match in the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament. He’s extremely confident that he can accomplish what only Ya Girl Q has done in 2023 and that’s put an L on your record. Any final thoughts?
Aleki smirks and shakes his head. He looks at Alyssa then Butterscotch. Alyssa puts a hand on Aleki’s chest before speaking up.
Alyssa: His Divinity, the Samoan God of War, has wasted enough breath on Prince Ryder. Ryder is misguided. A skeptic. An unbeliever. Someone who needs a powerful display of divine power to remove all his doubts.
Butterscotch interjects.
Butterscotch: Like a Doubting Thomas?
The interviewer’s suggestion inspires a beaming grin from Alyssa.
Alyssa: Exactly, Ms. Monroe. A Doubting William, if you will. What poor William can’t comprehend is that outside of the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, and truthfully even she got aided by Ricky Stanton, no one has pinned or submitted the Samoan God of War in 2023. Aleki is Wrestling Divinity. It is his birthright, his family legacy, to be one of the best, if not THE BEST, in the world. These championship belts are just the beginning. If anyone embodies the Pride of 1WM, it is the Samoan God of War Aleki Kekoa. The Pride of 1WM Championship is the Will of Wrestling Divinity… and his will be done! After tonight, Prince Ryder will be nothing but a humbled and broken pretender to a throne that never belonged to him.
Aleki can’t help but look down and smile at his true love.
Aleki: Well said, my Queen.
Aleki then looks at the camera.
Aleki: Now that’s Gospel.
The champion winks at the camera. His physician queen beams her movie star smile. Butterscotch just nods. And the power couple walks towards the talent dressing rooms.
The scene opens right outside of the hanger, where we see a black and metallic grey, GMC Vandura van, with a red stripe and rooftop spoiler, arriving. After parking, the driver gets out and the crowd reacts as they see that it is "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane. He wears faded black jeans, a white t-shirt and a reddish leather jacket, waist length. He throws a duffle bag over his shoulder and is about to head in when he is stopped by Mickey “Mouse” Greer.
Mouse: Douglas Crane! Welcome to Legendary 45! Can we get a quick word with you before your match tonight with- argh!
Douglas drops his bag and then grabs the reporter by his suit jacket and slams him against his van! Douglas then slides the side door open, picks up Mouse and tosses him inside.
Crane: I'll deal with you later...
He slides the door shut and then locks the van.
Crane: The time for talking is done.
He picks up his bag and walks past the camera, heading inside the hanger with an evil grin in his face.
RELEASE ME!
The camera man jumps startled, turning towards where Crane was but he is already gone. A banging is heard coming from inside the van, Mouse screaming for someone to help him.
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Live from the Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, California
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The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and Joshua Samson are seated.
Taj: WELCOME TO LEGENDARY FORTY-FIVE!!
Samson: NO THANKS GIVEN TWO!!
Taj: What a night we have in store as we are one step closer to our fourth anniversary celebration called Massive!
Samson: Four years down, huh? Very impressive for the company often referred to as the little engine that could. If someone would have…
Suddenly the main lights in the arena go out without warning, leaving the crowd in near-total darkness.
Samson: What now? I was in the middle of talking!
Taj: I'm not sure, but we still-
A single, sustained note with a slow bend plays through the arena, transitioning into a drum beat and distorted ghost notes of a guitar. Fans whoop in anticipation of whatever's happening. “HELLRAISER” by Ozzy Osbourne rings out and lights start flashing at the entranceway, along with white spotlights dancing over the ramp.
Taj: It seems like we have someone coming to the ring, but I can't find anything in the schedule.
Samson: Oh I know who it is. Only one person I know uses this song.
A number of fans in the crowd pop loud as the word "RAZE" appears on the OneTron. As the singing starts, a man comes out through the curtain. He's close to, but not quite 6' and has a stocky build, with long hair and a long beard. He is wearing dark blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a biker vest. He makes his way down the ramp with a slow, but confident stride. He hops up onto the apron and steps between the ropes.
As he gets in, he ascends to the second turnbuckle of the corner where the ring steps are, and as he raises his fists high, pyro starts going off on the stage, rapidly repeating and followed by one last, loud boom as he steps off the turnbuckle, just in time for the lights to come back up, while the music is cut.
Taj: Is this…
Samson: It sure is him. I wonder who turned over the rock he’s been hiding under.
The hard cam is able to zoom in at this point, while the man looks around, picking up the scars over his right eye and left cheek. Those who know who he is begin a "HOLY SHIT" chant as he takes in the sights around him.
Taj: Those scars look like they hurt?
Samson: That's the least of it, trust me.
Taj: I'm not going to ask.
The man in the ring heads to the commentary end of the ring and signals for a mic, which is promptly sent over. Mic in hand, he goes back to the centre, ready to speak.
"Hello, Santa Monica."
There is a good enough reaction to the mention of the name, mostly whistling. His voice is deep and somewhat gravelly, and possessed of a relatively mild Scottish accent, being from the central belt.
"It's amazing just how much things can change."
Samson: Amen to that.
Taj: I never figured you for the religious type, Joshua.
"A lot of you don't know, so I'll just get right to it, my name is Raze."
A mixed reaction comes from the crowd. Some of it is the polite, but subdued response, while those in and past their 30s are more boisterous in their answer.
"I've been away for a long time and for those wondering what I'm about, you'll see soon enough. Now, I might not be setting everything on fire these days, or ripping people up with barbed wire, or wrapping it round someone's neck, but I can still get things done regardless."
Taj: Joshua, what are you smirking at?
Samson: Because that's some of the ”nicer things” he's done.
"But let's not give the wrong impression here, just because I turned over a new leaf, doesn't mean that I can't survive whatever comes my way. It doesn't mean that I don't have that killer instinct anymore. Doesn't meant that if someone gives me a problem, I won't beat the fucking shit out of them, or break a few faces!"
The crowd sound off with varying methods of applause, from cheering, to whistling, to clapping, always eager to see a fight.
"I'm here to do a job, but I intend to have some fun along the way and while I've been having some fun on social media, I've still got the devil in me. See, people in this career always find themselves in some kind of trouble, whether they start it or someone else does, so I say why not have fun seeing what kind of trouble I end up in, and what kind I give right back?"
The crowd gets behind him, yelling their approval. Raze takes a moment to look out over the sea of faces.
"So... who wants to raise a little hell?"
The crowd gives him an emphatic response, ready and willing to see what he has to offer. Raze tossed the mic towards the ropes closest to the announcers, picks a corner as his music hits, and does the same thing he did to start things off, one last photo op to close things out before he leaves the ring and makes his way towards the back.
Taj: Raze giving us a statement of intent here tonight.
Samson: It remains to be seen if the old man can still go with these young meatheads. Raze might learn that this sport may have passed him by.
Singles Match
Mark Kelly vs. Bia
Mark Kelly vs. Bia
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings, and inside the squared circle Mark and Bia step forward and punch fists in a show of respect.
Taj: Mark and Bia showing a bit of respect for one another from their association in Upstart.
Samson: If that’s what they’re teaching these kids over in Upstart, I might need to stop by there and give them the finer points of being a bad guy.
The two back up and slowly start to circle around, each watching the other intently. Finally they meet for a tie-up, and quickly Bia yanks Mark down and into a side headlock. The Australian Ace squirms and wriggles, trying to find his way free, but the War Goddess has her grip on tight. Mark squirms some more but then pulls Bia back a few steps, allowing himself to drape a foot on the bottom rope and the referee lets Bia know. Bia starts to release her grip, but quickly adds in a quick noogie of Mark's skull as the Hangar crowd laughs with her.
Mark pops up with a shocked look to his face, and then runs a hand back through his long blonde locks to get them fixed better before he starts to head towards Bia at the center of the ring again. Again the pair goes for a tie-up but this time Bia ducks under Mark's out-stretched arm, and as Kelly turns around he's greeted by a thunderous knife edge chop right across his chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!
Mark stands with a shocked and hurt look across his lips, and it only gets worse when Bia unloads with a second and third chop, lighting up the West Coast Wildcard's skin!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO!
Mark is hopping on the spot now, trying to raise his hands to cover up his reddening chest, but Bia merely pushes him back into the corner, and then props his arms over the top rope, and then unleashes another chop and quickly follows with a fourth!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Mark slumps forward, holding onto his chest, but Bia barely gives him a moment to breathe before she props his arms out of the way again and raises her hands and Mark throws his hands up and cowers.
Mark Kelly: “Bia! It hurts! Fuck! Stop!”
The West Aussie War Goddess stares at her fellow Upstart trainee for a moment and then eases herself back with a grin.
Bia: “Okay. Come on. Lets wrestle.”
Bia takes half a step back, and a look of relief crosses Mark's face as he lowers his arms.....only for Bia to shove him back in the corner and unleash her nastiest open handed chop yet, the crack echoing all around the Hanger and followed quickly by the scream of anguish from Kelly!
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Kelly finally stumbles out of the corner, clutching at his wounded chest and trying to rub it better while Bia has a wicked grin stretching her lips. When Mark finally turns back to face her, Bia pops him with a right hand to the jaw to stumble him, and then seizes his wrist. Pushing him back into the ropes she whips him across the ring, and as Kelly bounces back, she throws out a lariat but he ducks under it. When Bia spins around, Mark rebounds back at her and dive rolls at the last moment, right past Bia again, this time leaping up to bounce off the bottom rope, and turning in mid-air, so as Bia spins back towards him she catches a springboard roundhouse kick right to the jaw. Bia hits the mat hard, springing up for a second to clutch at her jaw, only to get a running kick to her back from Kelly!
Taj: These young wrestlers are putting on a wrestling clinic.
Samson: Begrudgingly I’ll give them that much.
The Australian Ace is finding his flow now, and he pulls Bia back to her feet, drilling her with a European Uppercut to stagger her into the corner. Kelly unleashes another European Uppercut, and then pulls Bia into a headlock and does a twirling notion with his hand, signaling for a Tornado DDT. Kelly runs up the corner, bouncing around to get the right spin, but as he leaps off the turnbuckles, Bia plants her feet and Mark doesn't go anywhere. Instead its the War Goddess who shows off her might, flipping Kelly over and crashing him down with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging her feet as well, and the referee slides down.
One…
T..Kelly forces a shoulder up!
Bia doesn't waste any time as she rolls back to her feet, gripping Kelly by his shoulder to drag him up as well, and then unleashing a firm headbutt right to his nose, and knocking Kelly silly. Instead of letting him fall though, Bia hooks an arm and then hoists Kelly right up into a standing vertical suplex....and leaves him there! The Fremantle Force is showing off just a little as she stands tall in the middle of the ring, holding Mark high and letting him stay there for a long few moments before she falls back and sends him crashing to the mat!
Bia has firm control and she knows it, as she climbs back up, pulling Mark with her, and with ease she hoists Mark over one shoulder, calling for her Olympus Has Fallen. Bia steps slightly forward, looking to adjust her feet....and Mark squirms free, slips behind her back, and twists Bia around and crashing to the mat with the Pinnacle Twist (Roll Of The Dice). Kelly manages to get a grip of one of Bia's legs pulling it over to hook it as the referee hits the mat.
One…
Tw…Bia kicks out!
Kelly groans as he props up on his knees, looking at the referee for a single moment, but he quickly regains his focus, climbing back to his feet, and pulling Bia up. Kelly nails the War Goddess with a sudden and quick snap siplex, and then drags her closer to the corner, before turning to sit on the top rope. Standing up on the middle rope, Kelly raises a hand above his eyes, dramatically looking left, and then turning and staring out right, before he looks down, points at Bia and calls out 'Nemo!' and leaps off dropping a knee across Bia's chest with his Finding Knee-Mo kneedrop!
Kelly rolls forward and back to his feet, posing for a laughing crowd, but behind him Bia kips up! The Hangar crowd is buzzing now, and Mark stares out for a moment before realisation seems to dawn. There's a dead-man walking look in his eyes as he turns slowly and sees Bia grinning at him, and Kelly holds up a single finger to call for one moment.....and then turns and flees the ring, and Bia is quickly in pursuit!
Taj: Mark is beating feet!
Samson: Better run to fight another day then to stay and take a butt whooping!
Mark runs around ringside with Bia on his heels, circling the ring once before he slides back into the ring, scrambling to his feet, and hitting the opposite ropes, and comes charging back at a rapidly rising Bia, leaping for a hurricanrana, but Bia ducks it! Mark lands awkwardly and stumbles on his feet, before spinning around to face Bia and gets absolutely SLAMMED into by a roaring Bia, who sends Kelly flying with the Dock Blocker pounce! Kelly does a full backwards flip on impact, crashing to the mat with a loud slam, and Bia can smell the end is coming. Dragging Mark up, The WA War Goddess hoists the limp Mark over her shoulders, pacing the ring for a few moments to show off the ease with which she can hold him, and then a final roar sees her throwing Mark up, and bringing him crashing face-first to the mat with the Maelstorm (F5). Bia wastes no time hooking both of Mark's legs and the referee hits the mat.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this debut match…Bia!!!
The bell rings and instantly Bia is up, thumping her chest and throwing her arms up in exhilaration. Jumping to the middle rope, she poses for a grateful Hangar crowd, and then hops down and turns to see Mark slowly starting to sit up.
Samson: Hopefully this is the part where we see Bia mercilessly attack a fallen Mark.
Taj: I seriously doubt that, Joshua.
Bia walks towards him, holding out a hand to her fellow Upstart trainee, and Mark glances at her, then the hand, and with a small grin and a shake of his head he takes her hand, and gets hoisted up. The two shake hands and then Mark steps beside her, throwing Bia's arm high and pointing at the West Australian War Goddess in pride.
Taj: It’s a nice happy feel good moment of respect. Bia won the match tonight, but they both know they put on a good show.
That gets ruined as Mark suddenly feels his legs being pulled out from under him as he's dragged out of the ring and slammed hard into the barricade, and standing above him is the Anti-Icon himself, BRADDOCK!
Taj: That is Braddock!
Samson: Who?!
Taj: Braddock is an Upstart student that has just signed a developmental contract with 1WM.
Braddock roars as he lifts Kelly up and shakes him like a rag doll, tossing him back into the barricade again. In the ring Bia has heard the commotion and turns around to see the attack. She reaches for the ropes, but a noise behind her makes her turn around…BLOODLUST! Bia is taken right down by a vicious spear from Cory Chevelle!
Taj: OHMIGOSH!! That’s Cory Chevelle!
Samson: Who?!
Taj: You really have to start coming to the production meetings. Cory just signed to the company as well.
In the ring Cory roars his exhilaration, looking at the downed War Goddess with a wicked grin in his eyes. Outside the ring though, Braddock drags Kelly up, going to toss him face-first into the steel, but Kelly reverses it and sends the Anti-Icon into the steel! Kelly takes a moment to try and shake some cobwebs loose, only to glance in the ring and see Cory is dragging Bia back up by her hair, and Kelly moves! The West Coast Wildcard dives into the ring and throws himself at Chevelle firing off some quick right hands to knock him back and force him to let go of Bia. Kelly turns to hit the ropes and comes flying back at Cory with his Such Is Life (Bicyle Knee Strike) but Cory catches him easily, wrapping his arms around Kelly's mid-section, and sending him flying overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Cory turns with a wicked grin on his face as he watches Kelly trying to drag himself up, and some wicked intent in his movements, but he gets stopped by the meaty hand of Braddock on his shoulder!
The two men share a look, each staring the other down for a second as Kelly drags himself up using the ropes. Finally though, Cory raises his hands and then waves Braddock on, and as Kelly stumbles from the ropes, he gets leveled with the thick arm of Braddock around his neck in the Mansfield Curse (Meathook Clothesline)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Kelly is damn near dead now, laying on the mat and unmoving. Braddock and Cory stand above him with a grin. Cory turns to look at Bia dragging herself up near the ropes, the WA War Goddess is scowling and trying to get back on her feet with murderous intent in her eyes. Cory starts to walk towards her, but he only makes it two steps before the PA system blares to life with 'Ashes to Ashes' by Tarblox Ramblers! The Hanger faithful are cheering as from the back out races 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt, dressed in a pair of sweats and a simple Dragon merch shirt.
Taj: It’s Travis Levitt coming to put a stop to this massacre!
Samson: More like being a nosey busy body!
Levitt hits the ring quick, sliding in between the two beasts and Bia, and he's quickly on his feet. Levitt stares Cory Chevelle down who simply smirks, cracking his neck as he watches The Dragon, but Levitt stops staring at Cory and instead turns his gaze to Braddock.
Taj: Braddock and Levitt have Upstart history.
The Dragon simply stares at him for a long moment, the tension building, before Travis can be seen mouthing some words to the Anti-Icon. Braddock pauses and then nods, patting Cory on the back and jerking his head away from the ring. The Silverback seems confused at first, but as Bia drags herself to her feet behind Travis and Braddock slips out of the ring, it becomes clear the odds are growing against Chevelle. Chevy takes his cue, backing up and then dropping and rolling from the ring.
Braddock and Chevy share a fist-bump on the outside, as they back up the ramp past the flow of security and medics, Travis watching them go intently for a few moments before he turns to check on Bia. After a few moments, Levitt leans down to check on Kelly as well, and we cut away with the sight of the two new beasts on the stage watching their carnage, while in the ring, Bia and Levitt help Kelly to his feet.
Taj: If Braddock and Chevy are teaming together, I can only imagine the sheer destruction they are about to unleash on 1WM.
Samson: I might have to agree with you, Taj.
Outside of the entrance of the Baker Hangar, Justice Cross, unaccompanied by Braddock, can be seen standing in line to make her way into the arena as a paying customer. She looks around as if she were looking for someone.
Taj: It looks like Justice Cross is just now getting into the building.
Samson: It’s clear she’s without Braddock since he was just in the ring wrecking havoc.
From out of nowhere, a huge figure comes from out of nowhere and attacks Justice. The surrounding fans get out of the way as quickly as they can. The huge figure turns out to be one of the female persons that attacked Justice a month ago. She throws a few shots at Justice, which knocks her against the wall. Justice comes charging in to throw a punch but the Black woman manages to duck out of the way and strikes Justice in the throat!
Taj: Justice is being attacked again!
Samson: Not like she doesn’t deserve it.
Justice starts coughing and gasping for air. The woman connects with a thrust kick and then starts to hammer away at Justice with strikes. She gets up, pulling Justice off the ground and throws her into the wall. The woman drags Justice up and throws her into the doors leading out to the main area of the arena. She nails Justice with another kick and pushes her through the doors, dragging her out. There are several fans out there, either getting merchandise or something to eat. A few people take pictures with their cellphones. The woman lifts Justice up. Justice takes a swing, but the woman delivers a knee to her face.
Taj: Where in the world is security?!
Samson: Hopefully taking a donut break! Why would you want this to be stopped, Taj?
The woman drags Justice into the men's room, causing some people to scatter. She slams Justice's face into one of the urinals and then throws her through a stall door! A guy comes running out, trying to get his pants up. The woman walks into the stall and puts Justice's face right in the toilet! She starts to slam the seat down on her head again and again and again as she holds Justice's face in the toilet. Justice flails as she tries to break free and breathe.
Taj: This is completely and utterly uncalled for! Someone get in there and stop this!
The woman finally stops and throws a gasping, coughing, and wet Justice to the floor. She opens the stall door and walks to the sink, washing her hands. Taking a paper towel, she wipes her hands and throws the towel at Justice.
Woman: (growling) Clean yourself up.
The woman exits the bathroom. She takes a moment to compose herself outside, as something akin to a primal scream can be heard. The woman turns in time to see a bloody faced Justice charging out of the restroom. The woman delivers a thrust kick, dropping the former Glory champion. She looks around and grabs Justice's legs, dragging her over to one of the refreshment areas and knocking on the door, which one of the clerks opens.
Woman: Thank you.
The woman pulls Justice into the doorway, placing her head against the sidejab.
Woman: Look what you made me do to you!
With a sudden, violent swing, the woman slams the door into Justice's head. She looks down at Justice with contempt and walks away. The scene shifts to Taj and Samson at ringside.
Taj: That was just...brutal to watch. Folks, we will try to get you any information we can on Justice Cross’ condition tonight, if possible.
Samson: After that, Justice might just need to go ahead and retire from 1WM.
Singles Match
Samantha Tolson vs. Brianna Matthews
Samantha Tolson vs. Brianna Matthews
As the song “Celebrity Skin” begins to play over the pa system Brianna Matthews walks out onto the ramp.
Taj: I don’t believe that Brianna is aware of what just happened to her best friend and client Justice Cross?
Samson: Given how lost in the sauce Brianna Matthews is, I very much agree with you, Taj.
Doing her taunts for a few moments to get the crowd riled up she quickly made her way down the ramp towards the ring. When she got to the steel steps she would walk onto the middle of the ramp wiping her feet off on it then stepped through the ropes. Smirking and waving to the fans she walked over to one side of the ring and was handed a mic. She went back to the middle of the ring holding the mic up to speak but heard a few of the fans cheering for her. She nodded in their general direction then put the mic up to her lips.
Brianna: You know for the past two months I have done nothing but been asked how I was going to help Justice with the little problem of her suspension. I told people she knows how to handle it yet I forgot the one thing I should have remembered only I didn’t. My client, Justice Cross, has never been suspended before. She’s been fined before but never was she suspended until two months ago when she smashed a glass water pitcher against the head of America Vaughn. And we all know what happened then. Justice got indefinitely suspended and I became her manager again. Justice, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I thought I had everything lined up for you to get that suspension lifted but I didn’t. I failed and because you are suspended I can’t do my job.
Samson: Everyone wants to be a manager until it’s time to do manager things.
Brianna: And that comes to my match as an active member of this company! You see I told you all that I wasn’t coming here to be in this match, and I am not going to be in this match. I’m not going to be in this match because I’m taking a stand and siding with Justice. I’ll probably get fined for that but it will be paid.
She looks over at Sam smirking.
Samson: If she is really siding with Justice she might need to rush over to UCLA Santa Monica Medical Center.
Taj: Too soon, Joshua.
Going to the ropes Brianna climbed out and got down onto the floor going to the bottom of the ramp staring at Sam.
Brianna: You see Sam, as much as I would love to fight you, I’m just NOT going to do it. But I went and I did you a solid so you wouldn’t waste your time. I know, I know. You’re probably thinking I went and got you Joe Slow or someone off the streets right? Honey I just went and did you a solid tonight ok? Because your opponent that I got you, is someone the fans have been wanting to see lace those boots up and step foot back into the ring and his contract, yeah I said his contract…was just inked a few minutes ago!
Turns facing the entrance, smirking.
Brianna: Well? What are you waiting for?
The main lights dim out, leaving some flashing lights and spotlights dazzling across the stage, and a thumping rock beat can be heard echoing through the Hanger as 'Hellraiser' by Ozzy Osbourne hits again. Out onto stage, glasses on, walks Raze! The legend gets another warm welcome from old-school fans as he pauses to survey the scene, and then starts to head down the ramp.
Taj: This is indeed a surprise!
Samson: Who would have thought Raze would be jumping back into this this soon?
Passing Brianna he gives her a polite nod, and then looks back towards the ring where Tolson is staring at him intently. Raze stares right back for a moment but then breaks eye contact to move around the ringside area and slap hands with a couple of older fans who clearly recognise him.
Taj: Samantha Tolson is going to be a HUGE first test for Raze.
Samson: Huge is an understatement, Taj. Jericho has been out of this sport for over a decade. He’s going to see that this new era of meatheads aren’t something to take lightly.
Finally climbing up the ring steps, Raze turns his gaze back once more to Tolson who has retreated to a corner and is watching him with a wry smile. The Missouri Murder Machine is carefully giving Raze his time to climb between the ropes and then turning to climb and pose for the warm reaction from the Hanger faithful. The referee moves over to check on Raze patting him down as he slips off his coat and glasses, and then backs up himself using the ropes to stretch himself again. When the referee makes a final check, we're good to go, and the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Debut Match
'The Dread King' Raze vs. Samantha Tolson
'The Dread King' Raze vs. Samantha Tolson
With the bell rung Tolson quickly pushes away from the corner, heading for the center of the ring, and Raze is quick to follow her in. They lock up, but almost instantly Tolson pulls Raze down into a side headlock. Squeezing on the headlock hard, Tolson fights off The Dread King's attempt to squirm free, and instead lets it go just so she can spin around behind him and into a reverse waistlock. Again Raze tries to squirm free, but again Tolson resists it, and instead lifts Raze slightly up off the ground, and then sweeps his legs to send him crashing face-down on the mat, and Tolson pounces quickly, transitioning into some amateur grapples, with Tolson managing to spin her body around and lock on a grounded headlock. Raze tries to force against the motion, managing to push up onto his knees, but that just lets Tolson spin sideways and switch to a side headlock again. Tolson has a wide grin stretching her lips as Raze struggles and finally manages to pivot and throw a foot across the bottom rope, drawing the referee in to force a break and allowing both Tolson and Raze to climb to their feet.
Taj: Raze with veteran instincts.
Samson: He does have that. Those instincts will need to be sharpened though if really plans to make a go of this return.
Tolson rubs her hands together again in glee as she steps back to the center of the ring and calls Raze in for another tie-up. The Dread King stalks forward slowly, rubbing his hands together slowly, and then lashes out and drills Tolson with a harsh straight right to Tolson's jaw. Raze is quickly moving in with another right and left, before pulling Tolson in and drilling her with a knee to the ribs to drive the wind from her lungs, before hooking one of Tolson's arms and tossing her overhead with a T-Bone suplex! Tolson bounces on impact, and she quickly rolls out of the ring, while Raze climbs to his feet, looking out after her and now a grin crosses The Dread King's lips, as momentum has firmly swung back his way.
On the outside Tolson takes a few moments to gather herself, but Raze doesn't want to wait and he drops and rolls from the ring, running around the ringside, and then charging at Tolson, catching her off-guard with a clothesline to knock her back down! Raze seizes his chance, dragging Tolson back up and slamming her head into the barricade, and then turning to slam her into the ring-post, but Tolson blocks it. Raze tries again, and again Samantha blocks it before firing off an elbow right into Raze's ribs to break his grip, and then slams Raze's head into the steel once....twice.....three times!
The Dread King slumps against the steel, and Tolson takes a moment to turn and roll back inside the ring and breaking the referees's count. Tolson rises to her feet as she turns to see Raze stumble a bit away from the post....and right into the landing zone as Tolson slingshots herself over the top rope and crashes down on the veteran with a beautiful crossbody!
Taj: The referee is being very lenient allowing this out of ring action.
Samson: As much as I remember Jericho being an extreme wrestler, I can say that he does indeed know how to wrestle in the ring.
Tolson is up first, pulling Raze up and rolling him back inside the ring, before once again using the ropes, this time with a slingshot splash right across Raze's chest, and then hooking the legs for a count.
One…
T…Raze forces a shoulder up.
Tolson is quickly back on the attack, pulling Raze up and pushing him back into the corner before firing off some knife edge rapid-fire in the corner.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
With Raze slumped, Tolson turns to run to the opposite corner, sizes up her target and then charges in, looking for a splash, but Raze ducks aside and Tolson crashes into the corner! Samantha stumbles slightly out of the corner, and gets raised high, and dropped with a simple back suplex right on the back of her head! The Dread King shakes some of the cobwebs a little loose as he slowly climbs back to his feet, pulling Tolson up and pushing her back into the ropes, he whips Tolson across the ring and lashes out with a clothesline, but Tolson ducks it! As Tolson bounces back, Raze flashes out with a back elbow, but the Pretty Little Murder Machine ducks again, hits the ropes.....and bounces right back into a leaping knee from Raze! The Dread King quickly drops to cover Sam.
One…
T…Tolson kicks out.
Breathing hard, Raze pulls Tolson up and locks on a quick chinlock, grinding his knee into the back of her neck. The Scottish veteran is taking his time as he contemplates his next move, but it only takes a few moments for Tolson to start trying to wriggle free. She pivots her body left and right, before finally managing to spin enough to loosen her neck off Raze's knee and breaks his grip. Raze reaches out for Tolson again, and gets a right hand to the jaw from the kneeling Missouri badass. Raze moves in again, and gets a second, then a third right to his jaw, and Tolson manages to reach her feet. When Raze moves again, this time he's slammed by a knife edge chop to his chest, and then a stiff kick right to Raze's thigh! The Dread King stumbles from the impact, and Tolson fires off a quick burst second and third kick to that meaty Scottish thigh, before backing up for added emphasis and then lashing out with a harder kick, but Raze catches it, and yanks Tolson in dropping her with a short armed lariat.
The Dread King looks at the downed Tolson, and then backs up and starts slapping at his leg, signaling for Synapse Breaker buzzsaw kick. He sizes up the downed Tolson, getting his aim just right, and as Tolson pushes up onto her knees, Raze fires off his kick.....and Tolson ducks! Raze's momentum sends him spinning entirely away from Tolson, and she seizes the moment and pounces to her feet, hooking her arms around Raze's throat and then tossing him right overhead with a Nightfall katahajime suplex that sends The Dread King crashing down on his head!
Taj: That was a highly impactful Nightfall!
Samson: I tell you this, Jericho has a tremendously hard head…mentally and physically.
Tolson turns to try and cover Raze, but his feet are under the ropes! The Pretty Little Murder Machine stares at the returning veteran with growing anger, but finally shakes her head and signals that it's over. She reaches over and drags Raze back to his feet, doubling The Dread King over, and then bending over him, looking for her Victory Drop Alpha. She starts to hook his legs and Raze collapses back to the mat. An audible groan can be heard from Tolson as she leans back down to drag Raze up....when The Dread King's head lashes up and catches her in the jaw with a sudden quick startling headbutt!
Crowd: OOOOHHHHH!!!!!
Tolson stumbles away from the impact, turning back to face Raze and is greeted by a kick right to her gut, an arm around her head, and then lifted and driven head-first into the mat with the Hexenhammer (Evenflow DDT)! The returning veteran takes a long moment to roll Tolson over before managing to hook a leg and the referee slides into position.
One…
Two…
TH…Tolson kicks out!
Raze sits up on his knees in shock, staring at the referee for a long moment and arguing with him for a few seconds before he climbs back to his feet. Looking at Tolson as she starts to climb up, Raze watches for a few seconds and then gets himself in place, tensing up and watching Tolson eagerly. Samantha slowly climbs up on wobbly feet, turns, and Raze fires off a kick to her gut, but Tolson catches it!
Raze is left hopping on one leg, and a grin slowly crosses Tolson's face, as she knew it was coming! The Dread King can do little but stare in shock as Tolson tosses his leg sideways, spinning Raze around completely, and Tolson takes her moment to hook Raze's head and bend him backwards, looking for a Beautiful Oblivion Rendezvous (Cross Rhodes) but as she starts to spin, Raze spins with her, managing to spin himself back standing and he shoves Samantha into the ropes. Tolson grabs the ropes to steady herself, and then turns back around.....right into the kick to the gut and a Shut The Fuck Up! (Stunner)! Raze drapes his shoulders over her chest and hooks the nearest leg as the referee slides into position.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Samson: Raze did it! He really did it!
Taj: I don’t think I heard the bell though.
Raze lets go of his cover and throws his hands up in glee, clearly happy with the match finish, and The Dread King slowly drags himself to his feet. He wipes the sweat off his face and takes a few deep breaths, before it suddenly seems to occur to him that something is wrong. Looking out towards the timekeeper who isn't ringing the bell, Raze turns around....and gets greeted by a leaping Tolson and a knee driven right into his jaw with a Mind Your Head (Bicycle Knee Strike)!
Samson: That’s going to leave a mark!
Raze is out and now the replay shows the tale of the tape, as at one on the count, Tolson threw her foot on the bottom rope! The referee saw it after slapping the mat a third time but it was too late. It's of no help to The Dread King now though, as Tolson isn't making the same mistake. Dragging the stunned and woozy Raze to the center of the ring, hooking his body, and then lifting him and sending him crashing into the mat with the Victory Drop Alpha (Trapper Keeper Bomb)!
Taj: This could be it!
Tolson hooks both legs, dead center of the ring and the referee hits the mat again.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match…Samantha Tolson!
Tolson lets go after the three count, rolling away and then pushing up on her knees. Glancing at the downed Raze, she gives a quick but appreciative nod for the tough fight and then slowly pushes to her feet, allowing the referee to raise her arm, while rubbing at her jaw with a groan.
Taj: Raze almost had it!
Samson: Almost but not quite. Good win by Samantha though.
The scene cuts backstage to a simple locker room where 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt is seated in his wrestling gear, slowly taping up one of his wrists with a quiet look in his eyes. There's a quiet knock at the door, and Travis doesn't even look up as he calls out.
Travis Levitt: “It's open.”
After a moment the door slowly opens and Travis glances up to watch as Butterscotch Monroe carrying a microphone. Travis gives her a curt nod and then finishes taping his wrist before pushing to his feet.
Travis Levitt: “Well. At least you're not that Mouse. How can I help you, Monroe?”
Butterscotch: “Well, I was just hoping for a few quick questions before you go out for your match tonight.
Travis Levitt: “Sure. Whats on your mind?”
Butterscotch: “Well, for starters, a few short weeks ago footage was released of your house show match, and the aftermath. An aftermath that saw......”
Travis suddenly waves his hand, Monroe professional enough to stop herself right away. The Dragon runs a hdn through his hair and then looks back at Butterscotch with a tight forced smile.
Travis Levitt: “Listen. I understand your position, Monroe. You need to ask that question. Need to ask me about....Him. But I don't want to talk about that right now, okay? Because I have someone else far more dangerous and imminent to focus on.”
Butterscotch: “Douglas Crane.”
Travis gives a curt nod of his head and then sighs.
Travis Levitt: “There's going to come a time when I will willingly and happily talk about William. But its not right now, okay? I need to focus. I need to /be/ focused.”
Butterscotch: “I understand. So, how are you feeling about tonight then?”
Travis Levitt: “How am I feeling? Nervous. Worried. But still excited. You see, I've only been in One Wrestle since August. And here I stand, one win away from an opportunity at a title. Its a big opportunity for me. To go out there and fight for the Pride championship is a huge chance for me. But for me to get that chance, I have to get past Douglas Crane. And that worries me.”
Butterscotch: “You don't think you can beat Douglas?”
There's a few moments of pause as Travis looks at Butterscotch for a long moment and then away. Gathering his thoughts to get himself ready before he looks back at the camera again.
Travis Levitt: “I think I'm good enough to win. I think on the right day, I can beat anyone in One Wrestle. The thing that worries me most? That has me tensed and worried? Is how far will I have to go to take down the beast? You see, all One Wrestle has seen so far is my nice side. They've seen the kind smiling Dragon, helping out his friends and taking on his opponents with honor. But Crane......Crane is a beast. A monster. He wants, needs, the violence. And so if I am going to best him.....how far will I have to go?”
Butterscotch: “Are you sure you can still get to that level if needed, Travis? After all, life's been going well for you lately. Maybe that anger isn't there any more?”
Travis Levitt: “Monroe......that anger is always there. That hatred at the world. That dark and scary place inside me.....its always there, bubbling and ready. The only thing stopping it coming out is my will. My fire. But if Mr. Personality wants to get dangerous this week? If he wants to go vicious and hardcore against me? Then he'll find out just how hot that fire still burns.”
And with that The Dragon turns his back to walk off and we cut to a commercial.
The show comes back from a commercial break where Ricky "The House" Stanton is standing in the ring with his staff from Glory.
Taj: It seems as if Ricky Stanton is giving us an impromptu visit before the main event later tonight.
Samson: (sarcastically) Woo. Yeah.
PRS: ALL YOU SCUMBALLS PIPE DOWN!!!
The crowd boos louder.
PRS: I am here to right a GREAT wrong. I am here for JUSTICE, no pun intended (laughs), and I am here to get back what is rightfully MINE, THE ONE WRESTLE GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP! So I want that DOG ALEKI KEKOA TO BRING HIS FRAUD CHAMPION ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT… NOW!!!!!
Taj: What is Ricky talking about? He was defeated at Glory Thirty fair and square by Aleki.
Samson: He sure was. Saw it with my own two eyes.
PRS: THIS SHOW DOESN’T CONTINUE UNTIL THIS HAPPENS!!!!
The opening choral stanzas of “King” by Palmeeze play followed by a female voice.
Female Voice: All rise and hail my King!
“The Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa steps out onto the stage gazing at the crowd dripping with arrogance. The self-professed wrestling god raises both the original Glory and Tidebreaker Championships into the air which gets a loud mixed pop from the crowd. After shouldering both title belts, Aleki heads down to the ring, glaring at Stanton with utter disdain. He walks up the ring steps then steps through the ropes without taking his eyes off Ricky.
PRS: Well now, better late than never I suppose. On Glory you injected yourself into a match that you were not booked to be in. To my knowledge a deal was made backstage that allowed that to happen…
Samson can be heard snickering as Ricky paces back and forth.
PRS: Butttt, here’s the deal: I DID NOT APPROVE IT. As GM of Glory regardless of WHAT you think of me or ANY ONE OF THESE UNDESIRABLE FANS OUT HERE (People boo loudly) I AM STILL THE PRETTY GM, THE FACE THAT RUNS THAT PLACE. So when you (air quotes) beat me (Crowd cheers wildly) and took the Glory Championship and had everyone on social media just lovvvvvviiinnnnng on you and ppprrrrasssssinnnggg you… you were in the WRONG.
Taj: Everyone did seem very appreciative that Aleki had relieved Ricky of his interim Glory Championship.
Samson: Any kind of relief from Pritchard would be appreciated by everyone.
A staffer hands Stanton a briefcase.
PRS: In THIS briefcase is the card that I had approved and signed off for Glory. Your name is NOT on that match. YOU did not ask to be in that match. YOU were not approved to be in that match. IN FACT, you took a chance from someone that maybe, just maybe, would have won that same belt, though I doubt it, but I digress. You get the point.
Taj: There have been rumors floating around that you may or may not have played a part in secretly brokering that deal, Joshua.
Samson: I plead the fifth, Taj.
PRS: So here’s what YOU’RE GOING TO DO.
A staffer opens the briefcase and hands a paper to Stanton.
PRS: After reviewing the current situation in regards to Aleki Kekoa’s win of the Glory Championship, we at One Wrestle have sided with Mr. Stanton on the basis that the card was altered without GM permission and certification. With that being said Mr. Kekoa’s reign as Glory Championship is hereby nullified and the belt is to be returned to Ricky Stanton, current and rightful Glory Champion.
The crowd boos loudly.
Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!!
Ricky raises out his hands. The staffers hand Ricky’s personalized Glory Title to Aleki and ask him to put the original championship belt into the briefcase. They also instruct Aleki to put the personalized belt around Ricky’s waist, a dialback to what happened between Ricky and Justice Cross. Ricky smirks.
PRS: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO. DO IT.
Aleki is seeing red and glares at Ricky. He pulls off the original Glory Championship from his shoulder, gives a brief stare, then tosses it into the briefcase. The staffer quickly closes the briefcase before there is any change of mind.
PRS: DO IT, KEKOA! PUT MY TITLE IN ITS RIGHTFUL PLACE!
Aleki shakes his head and yells an obscenity at Ricky.
Aleki: FUCK YOU, RICKY!
Ricky has an arrogant smile, unfazed by Aleki’s anger.
PRS: DO IT OR I WILL HAVE YOU SUSPENDED INTO 2024!!!
Aleki looks at Ricky's personalized Glory Championship belt then its owner. The crowd is screaming for Aleki to bash Ricky over the head with his own personalized Glory Championship.
PRS: HIT ME AND YOU’RE SUSPENDED!!! PUT THE TITLE ON ME!!!
Taj: I bet that it would be a lie that Aleki isn’t tempted to listen to the plea of the crowd and bash Ricky’s face in with the belt!
Crowd: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!
Finally Aleki yells at Ricky.
Aleki: FINE!
The crowd boos. Ricky closes his eyes and opens his arms wide expecting Aleki to strap the championship belt around him. While he awaits his title, Aleki puts the personalized championship belt on the mat and stomps his size 12 boot into the face plate, denting the image of Ricky in! He grinds his heel into the faceplate for good measure.
Taj: WOW!
The crowd goes apeshit! Ricky assumes it’s because Aleki is acquiescing to his request. Aleki then picks up the defaced title and straps it around Ricky’s waist. He then quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Ricky opens his eyes with a pleased grin and at first flaunts having his Glory Championship back until he notices the crowd laughing and pointing at him.
Samson: Pritchard has no idea what Aleki has done to his title belt!
Ricky is trying to figure out the laughs as his staff points at the belt. When Ricky looks down he runs to the ropes yelling at AK
PRS: HEY AK! YOU THINK THAT’S FUNNY??? YOU AND ALLY THING YOU’RE SOOOOOOO FUNNY!!! OK, OK, AT THE NEXT GLORY I’M CALLING YOUR LITTLE FLAME IN….FOR AN HR CALL ON LIVE TV!!!! And it’s gonna be Sooooooooooo Pretttyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!
Ricky and his staff leave the ring. He is yelling at the fans as he goes back up the ramp.
Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Semi Finals: Group A/Group C
Match One
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt vs. "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane
Torres: The following is MATCH ONE of the SEMIFINALS in the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!!
The crowd pops.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts with a thunderous lockup between the two fairly evenly matched combatants in the center of the ring. Travis locks down Douglas then pushes him back into the corner. The Dragon unleashes some hard punches into Mr. Personality who tries to block them with his arms. The official tells Travis to let Douglas out of the corner which he does by putting his hands up showing the official he’s following orders. This pause allows Douglas to land a straight right onto Travis’s face garnering disdain from the crowd!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Samson: Nice sucker punch from Douglas!
Taj: You would applaud that behavior .
Samson: I call it like I see it…
Travis is stunned backwards and Douglas unloads his barrage of punches to the side of the head. Travis is backed up into the opposite corner. Once in the corner, Douglas hits several haymakers as the official admonishes him to let Travis out of the corner. Unlike the Dragon, Mr. Personality keeps the barrage coming, forcing the official to count to 4 before backing away to avoid a disqualification. Douglas glares coldly at the official.
Taj: Douglas really needs to be careful.
Samson: Sometimes you just have to push things to the limit….right up to the edge, Taj. Come on…live a little!
As Douglas turns his attention back to Travis, the Dragon hits Mr. Personality in the throat with an uppercut! The crowd pops as Travis hits Douglas. Douglas returns fire and hits his own uppercut! The crowd boos as Douglas hits Travis. The two combatants trade shots as the crowd ebbs from cheers to jeers depending on who is landing the shots.
Taj: It’s an all out slugfest!
The vicious exchange gets the crowd to its feet. Travis gains the advantage with a headbutt. He then runs back into the ropes, bounces off of them to gain momentum, but is intercepted by a Clothesline From Hell that nearly decapitates Travis. The crowd jeers the hell out of Douglas. However, Travis has the wherewithal to find his bearings quickly and gets up in a defensive posture. Douglas bounces off the ropes and runs towards Travis. Travis suddenly lands a harsh roundhouse kick into the face of Douglas. Douglas hits the mat hard, holding his jaw. He, too, like Travis earlier, finds his place quickly and rises to his feet. The crowd applauds the even match up so far.
Before he can lose the momentum, the Dragon runs towards Mr. Personality who has backed himself up to the ropes. Travis hits a stiff clothesline that sends Douglas up and over the top rope and down to the floor. Travis doesn’t waste any time and follows Douglas outside. As he picks Douglas up, Travis is hit by a vicious uppercut to the chin that sends him reeling. Douglas follows through with a barrage of punches. He grabs the Dragon by the head then smashes it full force on the ring apron. Douglas turns his back on Travis as some fans yell obscenities at him. He just stares coldly at them unaffected. Just then, Travis turns Douglas around and connects with a hard right hand. Mr. Personality is rocked. Travis now unloads on Douglas while the official is counting them out of the ring. The official reaches 7 and Travis grabs Douglas by the head and returns the head smash on the ring apron before rolling Mr. Personality back into the ring.
Douglas tries to shake out the cobwebs. Travis slides back into the ring and kicks Douglas in the stomach. With Mr. Personality bent over, Travis puts Douglas’ arm around his neck and hits a textbook snap suplex. Travis goes for the cover.
One…
Two… Douglas quickly thrusts an arm up, breaking the count.
Travis now stomps on Douglas as the tide has clearly shifted his way. He picks up Mr. Personality and punches him hard in the face. Douglas drops to one knee. Travis runs back to the ropes, bounces off, and drills a dropkick into Douglas’s face. Travis goes for another cover with the official in position.
One…
Two… kickout! This time less authority on the pin escape.
Travis picks Douglas up and pushes him back into a corner. He drills a couple more rights into him before running to the opposite corner. From there, Travis runs to connect to with a big boot but at the very last second Douglas steps out of the corner and Travis hits nothing but turnbuckle. This gives Douglas the opportunity to shake out some cobwebs as Travis untangles himself from the corner. As Travis steps back from the corner, he walks right into Douglas’ clutches. Mr. Personality grabs the Dragon by the hair despite the admonishment of the official and hooks him for a falling inverted DDT! Douglas drops Travis and quickly covers him.
One…
Two… kick out by Travis!
Taj: It’s clear as day that both of these men are giving one hundred percent in order to reach the Finals of this Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament next at Massive Four!
Samson: They definitely are, Taj.
Douglas picks Travis back up, grips his arms around him, and sends him hurtling over with a overhead-belly-to-belly suplex! But he’s not done. He walks back over, picks him up again, and repeats the same impactful move. The momentum has clearly shifted again as the crowd boos Douglas. Mr. Personality sees an opportunity as the Dragon lays on the mat. He walks over to the nearest corner and scales the turnbuckle. He measures Travis and then launches himself with a picture perfect diving head butt! Travis writhes in pain as Douglas is split open!
Taj: And we have our first sightings of blood!
Samson: I’m surprised it has taken this long considering that Douglas is in the match.
Taj: Honestly it looks as if the blood doesn’t seem to bother Douglas. Actually he looks MORE motivated!
Douglas picks up Travis and irish whips him into a corner. He follows through and clotheslines him. Again and again! Travis walks into the middle of the ring, out on his feet. Douglas sees another chance and goes for another lariat yet somehow Travis hooks his arm and delivers a desperate Samoan drop! Both men are down! The official has no choice but to start a ten count.
One…
Two…
Three… Douglas begins to stir.
Four…
Five…
Six… Travis begins to get to his feet. The official stops his count as Douglas is up and looking to inflict more damage on Travis. Travis has the same thing in mind. They meet at the center of the ring and start launching haymakers at each other. Travis’ punches only open up Douglas’ forehead. Blood is flying everywhere. Travis has blood splatter on him but he’s undaunted.
Travis wraps his arms around Douglas and German suplexes him across the ring. He follows it up with another then another. The Dragon picks up Mr. Personality and whips him into the corner. He follows it up with a clothesline. Douglas looks dazed. Travis feels like the end is near, so he picks up Douglas and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him. The crowd gets antsy as the bloodied combatants take a high risk position. Travis looks to hit a superplex from the top rope but somehow Douglas starts to punch Travis’ ribs. He headbutts Travis. Again and again and again. It looks like Travis is now busted open! Both men are teetering from the top. Travis hits Douglas hard with a barrage of shots. Travis hooks Douglas’ arm and prepares to superplex him after all! Just as Travis initiates the superplex from the top rope Douglas shifts his weight and positions Travis into a top rope side effect! Both men crash and burn in the middle of the ring! The crowd goes nuts!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Taj: Both men are down!
The officials starts another ten count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five… Douglas stirs.
Six…
Seven…
Eight… Travis lays an arm over Douglas for a desperate cover!
One…
Two…
Thr…Kick out by Douglas!
Samson: That was really close! I thought Travis had punched his ticket to the Finals!
Travis shakes his head in disbelief. Travis gets up and motions to Douglas to get up. Douglas staggers up. Both men are wearing masks of blood from their split foreheads. Travis eggs Douglas on to come at him. Douglas obliges and hits a European uppercut. Travis staggers back but responds with his own European uppercut! The two exhausted combatants trade European uppercuts and teeter back and forth. Travis hits one more that drops Douglas. Travis measures Douglas for his signature Phoenix Tear[/b][/i] bicycle knee strike. He runs at Douglas and as he raises his leg, Mr. Personality pops up and hits a desperation STO! Travis is down. Douglas flips him over and cinches on the cobra clutch his calls Release Me! He screams out “Release Me” as Travis starts fades.
Taj: Douglas has the Release Me cinched in super tight!
Samson: Since his arrival to 1WM, no has managed to escape the Release Me and I don’t think Travis is going to be the first.
The official asks Travis if he submits but he responds in the negative. Douglas only pulls back harder. The official asks Travis again and he gets a faint negative response much less he refuses to tap!
Taj: Hold on, Travis!
Samson: Way to be unbiased, Taj.
The Dragon’s eyes roll back into his head and the official asks Travis if he submits. Douglas seems to whisper something to Travis who doesn’t respond back to the official. The official has no choice but to call the bell!
Taj: Douglas Crane has done it!
Torres: Here is your winner and advancing to the Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament………. Douglas Crane!!!
Douglas releases the cobra clutch and Travis’ head drops limp to the mat. The official checks on him before calling for medical assistance. As the EMT’s arrive, the official raises Douglas’ arm in victory.
Samson: Travis put up a good fight but just not good enough.
The atmosphere backstage at Legendary 45 came with a substantial amount of nerves and anticipation when it came to “Prince” William Ryder. For nearly a month a match between him and Aleki Kekoa had been set to take place this evening with the winner advancing to the finals in order to compete for the Pride of 1WM Championship. Aleki Kekoa had been a name that he thought about a ton over the course of the last few weeks. Aleki Kekoa had a reputation for being one of the more top-notch wrestlers in the company and always seemed to find his way to obtaining championship gold: something Prince William has yet to do since returning to 1WM one year ago.
“Aleki Kekoa needs to be taught a valuable lesson tonight. He needs someone in that locker room to knock him off the imaginary pedestal he envisions himself standing on top only to have someone like me kick it out from beneath him, causing him to come crashing down to the ground. Aleki might be the most arrogant and egotistical human being on the planet. Your choice of words towards me to belittle me in an attempt to get inside my head will not work with someone like me.”
“Didn’t I already tell you not to publicly make irrelevant promises you have no control over and won’t be able to fulfill? There’s a substantial difference between the two of us in terms of how we carry and present ourselves behind the scenes or in the public eye. Aleki Kekoa will look at himself in the mirror every morning and talk himself into believing he is untouchable inside that ring which is his first mistake in walking into Legendary 45 with a loss before the match even begins. I may not like you on a personal level but the competitive athlete in me has enough respect for you to realize I could end up losing everything by making one crucial mistake during the match to hand you a victory that gives you a Pride of 1WM championship match at Massive IV in December.”
He began to pace back and forth directly outside the red-painted door which read William “Prince” Ryder in bold gold lettering. William knew the importance of making sure to take the time before every match he competed in to isolate himself from the rest of the locker room and crew to help clear his head while preparing for the grueling war between him and Aleki Kekoa. Prince William looked directly into the lens of the live camera that had been shadowing him over the last few minutes.
“December, 8th, 2017 will forever be engraved into my subconscious for being the day my EHWF Anarchy World Heavyweight Championship reign came to an end. I knew it was time to take a lengthy period of time away from the sport to pursue other opportunities being a full-time pro wrestler prevented me from being able to act upon it. Tonight when I look across that ring and see Aleki Kekoa hosting championship gold he will more than certainly try to dangle in front of my face in a sad attempt to taunt and ridicule me one last time before the match.”
“Six fucking empty years of my life have passed on by without a single championship reign to call my own. Six years is fucking long enough to go without championship gold in this sport. I’m not letting some egotistical douchebag strip away another golden opportunity away from me tonight. Aleki is going to find out firsthand that this victory over him tonight became personal the moment he won his match versus Ace Sky. I beg you to bring everything you have tonight because at the end of the night, it won’t be enough to dethrone me from becoming the next Pride of 1WM champion.”
The scene slowly fades to the ring.
Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Round Semi Finals: Group B/Group D
Match Two
"Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa vs. Prince Ryder
Torres: The following is MATCH TWO of the SEMIFINALS in the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!!
The crowd pops.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Taj: After being stripped of the Glory Championship earlier tonight by Ricky Stanton on a technicality, you have to think that Aleki is fuming and looking to take out all his frustrations!
Samson: Oh Aleki is going to unleash godlike wrestling fury down upon Bill Ryder. We might as well pick those black outfits because Bill’s career is going to be dead after this match.
The two men stand in the ring and stare each other down as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Ryder wastes little time in getting things started – running across the ring and immediately hitting Aleki in the face with a hard right hand! He follows it up with a second and then a third! The referee shouts out a warning about closed fists, but this only prompts Ryder to begin hitting Aleki with a series of vicious chops. Blow after blow connects with Aleki as he stumbles back to the ropes.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
Aleki grabs hold of the ropes as Ryder shoots him across the ring. He waits for Aleki to come back on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting him with a leg lariat! Aleki crashes to the mat. Ryder immediately runs and tries to deliver RYDEOFYOURLIFE (Superkick) – only to have Aleki step out of the way at the last possible second!
Taj: I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do when Ryder decides he’s going to be THAT aggressive to start a match!
Samson: Honestly...there isn’t much that you CAN do! You just need to hope you survive the onslaught and get back on track! But remember this is Bill…he’ll figure out a way to muck it up.
Ryder turns around and dares Aleki to get on the attack. Aleki responds without hesitation. He runs forward and hits Ryder with a forearm smash, followed by a second, and then a third! The impact of the blows sends Ryder staggering. Aleki runs forward and drives his knee hard into Ryder’s ribs. Ryder doubles over in pain and Aleki lifts him into the air, slamming Ryder into his knee with a gutbuster! Ryder stumbles back up to his feet as Aleki runs at him and delivers a knee trembler! The impact straightens up Ryder, who groggily tries to regain a sense of where he’s at. Sensing an opening, Aleki charges forward and delivers a leaping neckbreaker! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Ryder tries to pick himself back up to his feet. Aleki lines himself up with the Prince and tries to hit him with a running enzuigiri! Ryder ducks underneath the kick. Aleki hits the mat as Ryder stands him up and hits him with a slap to the face that echoes throughout the arena!
Ryder: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE!
Ryder then bounces off of the ropes and hits Aleki with a running enzuigiri of his own! Aleki collapses to the mat. Ryder hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two…
TH…Aleki gets a foot on the ropes!
Taj: That was super close! Prince was a millisecond for advancing to the Finals!
Samson: Yeah, yeah but did you notice the ring savvy of Aleki? He knew where he was positioned in the ring and used the proximity of the ropes to his advantage. Only a wrestling God would be able to do that!
Ryder grabs hold of Aleki and lifts him back up to his feet. He ties Aleki’s arms up in the ropes and begins to hit him with a series of hard slaps to the face – each one louder than the last. Ryder then drags Aleki out of the ropes. He lifts him onto his shoulders and tries to snap off a move – only to have Aleki free himself. He waits for Ryder to turn around to face him before leaping into the air, hitting him with a massive dropkick! Ryder tries to create space, only to have Aleki land on him with a running leg drop! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Ryder kicks out!
Aleki grabs Ryder by the head and pulls him back up to his feet. He hits Ryder with a series of chops before lifting him into the air for a vertical suplex! Ryder blocks the attempt with a knee strike. Aleki places him down on the mat as Ryder leaps into the air and hits Aleki in the mouth with a double knee strike! Aleki loses his footing as Ryder rolls him up.
One…
Two…Aleki kicks out!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Ryder runs at Aleki and tries to deliver a running forearm smash! Aleki catches him in the air and slams Ryder to the mat! Ryder slowly pulls himself back up to his feet and charges at Aleki – who snaps off a perfectly timed flatliner instead! Ryder’s face bounces off of the mat before he stumbles back up to his feet. Aleki lines himself up with Ryder and tries to plant him on the mat with a DDT! Ryder shoves Aleki away from him. Aleki grabs hold of the ropes to steady himself!
Taj: This is some exciting, back and forth action!
Samson: It is the destiny of Aleki Kekoa to win this match, Taj.
Ryder charges at Aleki and tries to send him out to the floor! Aleki gets a foot in the air and kicks Ryder in the mouth! Ryder stumbles back as Aleki rolls out to the apron. He steadies himself and springboards into the ring, hitting Ryder in the mouth with a Superman punch! Aleki pulls Ryder up before dropping him with My Will Be Done (Tiger Driver '91)!
Taj: This could be it!
Samson: This is it. This is destiny being fulfilled.
Aleki flips Ryder over, hooks the leg, and goes for the cover. The referee drops down and counts.
One…
Two…
THREEEEE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match and advancing to the Finals of the Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament ...Aleki Kekoa!!!
Taj: These two went back and forth, and it was exciting, but in the end...Aleki pulls a victory out of thin air!
Samson: Thin air?! If by thin air you mean destiny, Taj, then you are absolutely correct.
Tag Team Match
The Ninja and Bianca Davis vs. Sydney Simon and "The Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Bianca steps into the ring with Sydney to start the match as the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Sydney runs across the ring. She hits Bianca with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third! She then shoots Bianca across the ring and leaps into the air to try and hit her with a spinning wheel kick on the rebound! Bianca stops herself before Sydney can connect and causes her to crash into the mat! Bianca then grabs hold of Sydney’s head and bounces it off of the mat! She does it a second time for good measure, before dragging Sydney up to her feet by her hair. She sends her back to the mat with a snapmare and then walks over to her corner of the ring. She tags Ninja into the match. Ninja runs into the ring and blasts Sydney in the mouth with a knee strike!
Taj: Oh, that couldn’t have felt good!
Samson: No...it couldn’t have…
Sydney tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Ninja steps toward her and hits her in the mouth with an elbow smash! She follows it up with a second and then bounces off of the ropes. Before she can do anything on the rebound, Sydney catches her by surprise with a drop-toe-hold! Ninja’s face bounces off of the mat. She gets close to reaching her feet, when suddenly, Sydney steps forward and hits her with a hard kick to the jaw! Ninja crashes to the mat again as Sydney stumbles back to her corner of the ring and tags Arley into the match. The fans are on their feet as Arley leaps into the ring.
Taj: Time to see what Arley Kirk can do!
Samson: The second greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion might I add.
Arley bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Ninja with a quick strike, only to walk into a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second, and then grabs hold of Arley to shoot her across the ring. Ninja follows close behind Arley and gets ready to strike – which proves to be quite the mistake. Arley leaps at the ropes and hits Ninja with a shocking Kirk The Bucket! (Springing superkick)! She hooks the leg and immediately goes for the cover, as the referee drops down and counts.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Samson: No way!
Torres: The winner of this match...Arley Kirk and Sydney Simon!!!
Taj: Bianca and The Ninja didn’t see that one coming!
Samson: No one saw that coming!
Backstage in the bustling arena, Ya Girl Q stands in front of the camera, the 1WM World Heavyweight Title prominently displayed over her shoulder. Her confidence shines through, but there's a touch of skepticism and a whole lot of disdain in her eyes as she prepares to address the upcoming match.
Ya Girl Q: Ah, Legendary 45, the night when the spotlight shines on yours truly once again. But you know what, folks? Tonight's main event, it's a bag of mixed emotions.
She smirks wryly, adjusting the title on her shoulder before continuing.
Ya Girl Q: Let's talk about my team first. Silas Jessup, Rowena Bryne, yeah, I know them. But trust them? Well, let's just say that trust isn't exactly my strongest suit, especially when it comes to those who claim to have my back.
Q's expression grows more pointed, a glint of defiance in her eyes.
Ya Girl Q: And then there's the other side of the ring. Ricky Stanton, Kelli Saint, and Raijin Hunter; two of which I have already successfully defended this here 1WM World Heavyweight Title against. And then there's Stanton... Oh, Ricky, dear Ricky... the man who I thought was a mentor, a guide. Turned out he was just good at walking away when things got too real.
Her smirk turns into a sneer, dripping with sarcasm.
Ya Girl Q: You know, Stanton, I should thank you. Thank you for showing me that loyalty is just a word in your book. Thank you for abandoning me when I needed support the most. Thank you for proving that you're just like every other self-centered suit in this business.
The snark in her voice is undeniable, each word laced with contempt.
Ya Girl Q: But tonight, it's not about you, Stanton. It's about Ya Girl Q. It's about furthering my legacy and showing everyone in this arena why I'm the face of One Wrestle Movement. So, Stanton, Saint, Hunter, bring whatever games you've got. I've seen it all and I'm more than ready to take on the challenge.
With a dismissive wave, Ya Girl Q heads off, leaving the camera behind, her disdain for Stanton and her typical snarky attitude evident as she gears up to face a challenging team in the main event of Legendary 45.
Streaming LIVE December 30th, 2023 from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
Legendary Main Event
Raijin Hunter and Kelli Saint and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton © vs. “Daughter of Insanity” Rowena Bryne and “Napalm” Silas Jessup and “Ya Girl” Q ©
Raijin Hunter and Kelli Saint and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton © vs. “Daughter of Insanity” Rowena Bryne and “Napalm” Silas Jessup and “Ya Girl” Q ©
"Heart of a Champion" by Hollywood Undead ft. Papa Roach & Ice Nine Kills (Singles theme) bumps through the Hangar as Raijin Hunter makes his way down to the ring.
The sound of random vehicles crashing into an immovable object plays strongly over the speaker system. The sights of buildings crumbling in the wake of a giant earthquake appear on the tron. The lights suddenly shoot to blackness and Kelli Saint appears in the center of the ring when the lights come up, sizing up her prey, preparing for the start of the match.
The lights go out and the Black Superman logo is shown on the big screen with AC DC's "Back in Black" blasting over the speakers. Just then "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, his damaged customized Glory title belt around his waist, flanked by three of his Goons, comes out to the ramp and stands there.
Back in black, I hit the sack
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh”
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh”
Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades...
Torres: Introducing first…team number one….at a total combined weight of six hundred and seven pounds…they are accompanied by the Stanton Goons…the team of RAIJIIIIIIINNNNNN HUNTEEEERRRRRRRRR, KELLLLLLIIIII SAINNNNNTTTTTT, and RICKKKKYYY STANTOOOONNNNNN!!!!!
Taj: Why do they need seven of them?
Samson: Who said anything about “need?”
"Nightmare" by Nyxx blares through the sound system as Rowena Bryne makes her way down to the ring.
”The End Is The Beginning Is The End” by The Smashing Pumpkins pumps throughout the arena as Silas Jessup makes his way from the back.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons explodes as “Ya Girl” Q, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship belt around her waist, strides down the rampway to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents…weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy-seven pounds….they are ROWENNNNNNNAAAAA BRYNNNNNNNNEEEEE, SILAS JESSUUUUUPPPPPP, and QQQQQQQQQQQ!!!
Taj: Q is already looking uneasy...
Samson: Wouldn’t you if you were looking down the barrel of a gun like this?
Taj: I suppose I would be, yes.
Samson: Then why are you questioning it with a smart woman like Q?
Taj: Well there is A LOT of individual combustible elements coming into this match.
Q looks between her partners to the challengers standing before them and the Goons on the floor. She takes her time, looking between her partners and her opponents before coming to a decision. She nods and then tears across the ring, running right at Raijin, Kelli and Ricky. She leaps over them and comes crashing down onto the Goons!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The referee frantically calls for the bell to start the match!
DING DING DING!!!
Ricky and Raijin turn to look at Q on the floor with the Goons while Kelli charges forward and tackles Silas to the mat. As Kelli goes for the full mount position, Rowena moves in behind and kicks her between the shoulder blades! Silas swings his legs up and hooks Kelli for a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
As she tries to stand back up, Rowena kicks Kelli in the back and Silas catches her for an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Kelli jumps on top of Silas and starts to throw punches down on Napalm’s face. Rowena moves in to try and kick Kelli again but Raijin cuts her off. Ricky runs over and hits a big boot to drop Rowena to the mat. Q comes to dive back into the ring only for the Goons to drag her back to the floor.
Taj: This is a dangerous situation!
Samson: It’s three on two inside the ring and four on one on the floor…damn right it’s dangerous!
Taj: The referee has got to get some control here!
Samson: Good luck with that one!
Silas rolls Kelli and mounts her in kind. Silas starts to hammer away on Kelli the same way Kelli had on her. Raijin and Ricky take Rowena into the corner and start to smash on her. Rowena fights back, hitting Raijin and then hitting Ricky. Both Raijin and Ricky continue to hammer away on Rowena as she fires back on them. Kelli hooks Silas’s arm and rolls him over into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Kelli tries for a rear naked choke but Silas elbows out and starts over onto all fours. Kelli jumps over into an Oklahoma roll.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Q tries to get back up into the ring and gets pulled down to the floor again. As she goes, she reaches in and taps the referee’s ankle. The referee turns to see the Goons drilling Q into the matted concrete. The referee turns and calls for the bell!
Torres: Your winners via disqualification…the team of Silas Jessup, Rowena Bryne and Q!!!
The Goons continue to put the boots to Q. Security rushes down and pulls them off of Q while also diving into the ring and pulling the other combatants apart.
Taj: Goodness gracious!
Samson: They are trying to take everybody apart!
Taj: Silas, Rowena, and Q have been fighting back!
Samson: They better!
Security pulls Kelli, Raijin, and Ricky from the ring while holding Silas Jessup and Rowena Bryne back in the ring. Q is thrown into the ring as the Goons, Kelli, Raijin, and Stanton are escorted to the back amidst boos from the crowd.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Taj: What a tumultuous finish to Legendary Forty-Five “No Thanks Given II”!
Samson: I need to go check on my client!
Taj: On behalf of Joshua Samson, Esquire, I’m Taj Hennessey-Monroe, saying thank you for joining us and we’ll see everyone in December at Massive Four!!
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