Glory 31 - 15 December 2023

[Cedric Southern]

The fiery red haired executive assistant smiles at the young lady walking up to her desk. The young lady would be none other than One Wrestle Movement’s very own Brianna Matthews. Her own red hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she was dressed in her black boots, black socks, black leather pants, and black tshirt. Looking at the assistant Brianna tilted her head a bit.

Bri: I’m here to talk to Tap.

Assistant: Ms. Matthews correct?

Bri: Yes. That is me. I have an appointment.

Assistant: Tap has been expecting you, Ms. Matthews. Please go in.

Looking at her once more Brianna would go through the door and into the makeshift office for Tapioca Joe. Walking in she went to a chair in front of his desk and looked at him.

Bri: Here I am.

The venerable retired veteran raises an eyebrow over his reading glasses before removing them and placing them on the desk. He greets her dryness with a warm fatherly smile.

Tap: And so are. What can I help you with today, Ms. Matthews?

Bri: I would like to talk to you about something. And I really want you to listen because it has been really hard for me to do my job as Justice’s manager while she has been suspended. So if we could, could we please discuss this matter.

Tap: Of course. You requested this time. I’m all ears.

Bri: Thank you. As Justice’s manager it is my job to represent her. However, she is currently suspended and because of that she can’t be here at any of the shows. I find it hard to do my job for that reason. Do you have any idea what it is like to not be able to represent a client? I’m failing her because she can’t be here to compete.

Tap: Well as you have stated, your client is suspended…indefinitely might I add, until it is felt that she is no longer a threat to the 1WM staff. That being the case, I can only empathize with that pain you are going through, Ms. Matthews, in order to conduct your business properly.

Bri: Oh, well first thank you for understanding. Others have not been as understanding when I speak to them. Second, my client has been through a lot the past few months. I mean first she attacked American Vaughn and I know that isn’t the appropriate thing a champion should be doing. I do not condone that kind of behavior at all but Tap, you gave her a fine and a suspension and on top of that she had to relinquish her title. I know that you want to make her be the example to everyone here in 1WM of what happens when you do the wrong thing but she can’t prove that she’s learned her lesson if she isn’t here. Oh and not only did you take her title but Ricky Stanton gave it to himself. I don’t understand that.

Tap: Let’s not confuse things, Ms. Matthews, as Mrs. Cross’ assault upon Ms. Vaughn was not her first offense. Need I remind you about her assaulting Mr. Samson? Regardless of her status as a champion, physicality toward 1WM staff is frowned upon and the assailant will always receive the strictest of punishment.

The General Manager rocks ever so slightly in his chair, never removing his eyes from Brianna’s.

Tap: Ms. Cross has clearly not learned her lesson. Is she remorseful? She has stated several occasions that indeed she is. But that isn’t the only lesson being taught. The lesson she is failing over and over and over is following directions.

Bri: You are talking about her showing up and buying a ticket to the shows, correct sir?

Tap: Tha is it exactly. Per her indefinite suspension, Mrs. Cross was explicitly told to not attend any 1WM events.

Bri: Well sir, I have spoken to my client about that. She was told she could not be here in an official 1WM capacity of any kind. She didn’t understand that it meant she couldn’t get a ticket and watch the show at the arena with the fans. I told her the last time I had that conversation about it with her if she showed up I was going to have her escorted out of the building. I know she didn’t listen to me then, but I’m concerned for her. If she shows up again I feel that whoever the people are attacking her could hurt her worse than she already had been. I mean she is my godson’s mother and I can’t have him see that time and time again. He saw her get attacked from behind the first time they attacked her. And then she was recently attacked in the bathroom and had a door shut on her head. You have a duty as our general manager to make sure your employees are safe. She is technically still an employee of 1WM.

Tap: You are correct that I do have a duty to protect 1WM employees: all 1WM employees. While at the same time, when employees disregard my directives to insure his or her safety, the onus no longer falls upon the company, Ms. Matthews.

He clears his throat before continuing.

Tap: Not to tell you how to operate your business, but if Mrs. Cross is your client, I would think you would have a better control over her than I?

Bri: You have a point Joe. I should have her under better control as she is my client. I will do a better job by putting my foot down with her. I want to be able to work this out with the appropriate people so I can have my client be able to come back. She misses the fans. Do you know she has had two people come to this company? Maybe I am doing things wrong but I will try to get her to stay away if that is what it takes to get her back in the ring. Help me help her. What is it I can do to ensure that she can make a come back to 1WM, with time of course. I’m not meaning like right this second.

Tap: Mrs. Cross returning to wrestling action in 1WM will happen, Ms. Matthews. Her contract hasn’t been canceled. If Mrs. Cross truly intends to return, she only needs to follow the mandates of her suspension. It’s always been as simple as that.

Bri: I can make sure that happens. But if my client isn’t here I can’t do my job as her manager or representing her. I am sure you understand that. And I am sure you understand that the reason I didn’t participate in my match recently was because I am standing by her side. What I want to know is, what are you going to do about the ones who attacked my client?

Tap: As it pertains to your job as a manager then perhaps will her being suspended you should focus on your primary responsibility to 1WM and that is as an in-ring talent? Sure I can sympathize with your determined stance with your client but you have to know that there will be consequences from you not fulfilling your duties as a wrestler.

The near seventy year runs his hand through his gray mane.

Tap: The attackers, Madam Bedlam and Fierce, are being dealt with. But out of curiosity what would you suggest be a rightful punishment?

Bri: For them or me? Because if you are asking me about them getting a punishment then you obviously know what I am going to tell you. Justice is suspended, they attacked her for showing up. She is legally not authorized to work therefore she should not be getting attacked. What’s fair is fair Joe. But if you are asking about me then you can fine me. I’ll take the fine and I will gladly pay it. But you are the boss, so whatever you decide is the only fair punishment.

Tap: I was asking your suggestion for the Sinister Circle, as they are calling themselves. But of course you were fined for no showing that match. Did you even think about the fans? Your fans? The ones that paid their money to come and see Brianna Matthews in wrestling action?

Bri: I didn’t. And I didn’t take Sam into consideration either. It was wrong of me and I’ll never do that again. I’m better than that and we both know that I am right when I tell you that. I haven’t been doing the things I should lately and that is in part because I run APEX when I am not here. I need to sell APEX and focus on my job here with 1WM. When I came back I was given an opportunity with Justice and we became tag team champions. We lost those titles. People think it was a fluke win back then and they don’t think I know what I am doing in the ring now. So I want a match. I’m not saying it has to be a title match. But I want a match against someone that I can prove to everyone that I can do this and I am every bit as good as I say I am.

Tap: I know you’ve had quite a bit of ups and downs, but I also believe that you can do whatever you set your mind to. The company believes in you, Ms. Matthews. If they didn’t you wouldn’t still be employed in any fashion.

The man nicknamed Tapioca scans a paper on his desk before looking back up to the wrestler/manager.

Tap: Let me get with you in a few days about scheduling you a match for Massive Four. It may not be anything marquee since everyone has been booked but at least you’ll be able to display your skills at our celebration show.

Bri: Alright, thank you Joe. I’ll get Justice under control better than I have. And I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me.

Tap: It’s been my pleasure, Ms. Matthews. Good luck to your clients’ mentee tonight in her debut match.

Bri: Wait a minute, Ailyn has a match tonight? Joe! She has never done this before. She won’t know what to do without Justice there to guide her. Let me go out there with her. I’ll take Justice’s place and mentor her until Justice comes back.

Tap: The match was announced Monday evening, Ms. Matthews. I have no issues if you’d like to be in her corner. And surely Captain All-Star won’t mind.

Bri: Ok. I’ll be in her corner tonight. She will need someone. Thank you again for agreeing to talk with me. You’re doing a great job.

The General Manager cracks a slight cornered smile as he stands to his feet out of courtesy.

Tap: Again, it was no problem, Ms. Matthews.

She stood up and shook the man’s hand. She then left his makeshift office as he watched her leave.

As Ailyn Ruin makes her way through the employee entrance for the first time at The Barker Hanger. She immediately has a camera guy and the one and only Butterscotch Monroe ready to interview the wrestling prodigy as soon as she comes through the door.

Butterscotch: So we have the surprise roster addition in Ailyn Ruin here for her very first thoughts as she enters the Barker Hanger for the first time. Miss Ruin how are you feeling on this momentous occasion?

Ailyn: Excuse me, I'm sorry who are you?

Butterscotch: I'm Butterscotch Monroe and you're the talk of the wrestling world right now.

Ailyn: I am?

Butterscotch: Why yes dear, it's not every day that a major wrestling company takes a chance on an eighteen year old wrestling prodigy.

Ailyn: They don't?

Butterscotch: Are you going to answer every one of my questions with a question?

Ailyn: I don't think so. Sorry, this is all just a little overwhelming.

Butterscotch: That's okay. How are you feeling on the day of your Pro debut?

The camera zooms in on Ruin's face.

Ailyn: Well, like I said, a little overwhelmed, but super excited to show the wrestling world what this third generation talent can do.

Butterscotch: With that being said this is your very first match outside your local federation, right?

Ailyn: That it is, but I feel very prepared and excited to take on Captain All-Star tonight. My family has been training me for this very moment my whole life. I know I'm young and all, but I'm a Ruin and I have a legacy to uphold. I can't tell you the amount of times I've heard that from my father. So, I'm going to show everyone that all the hard work I put in wasn't in vain and get this dub tonight.

Butterscotch: Amazing, you're being mentored by Justice Cross, correct. How do you feel about her continued suspension?

Ailyn: It was just water that got her in all this trouble. We've all seen others do far worse and be here the following week so, it's a little weird she's still suspended. I really wish she could be here by my side, but I know she is watching and I plan on making her proud.

Butterscotch: You can't do that to 1WM Staff. That being said, what's your game plan this evening?

Ailyn: I can't tell you that, but if I were you I'd keep your eyes open because you never know when The End of a match may come.

Butterscotch: I see what you did there. Your father Rixton Ruin used to say the same thing. Do you use his finishing move The End, as well?

Ailyn: I do, along with many other things from my family's past. But, I really like to fly so look out for a move I call Super Silly Girl, too.

Butterscotch: That's your nickname, Silly Girl, what's that all about?

Ailyn: Cause I'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world.

Butterscotch: Interesting… That's all I got, good luck tonight. Do you have any final words?

Ailyn: Yeah, don't blink 1WM, because you might miss the coolest thing you've ever seen!

Butterscotch: This is Ailyn Ruin and I believe that you should keep your eyes on her.

The 1WM cameras fire up inside one of the talent locker rooms. This one in particular belongs to the Tidebreaker Champion and Pride of 1WM Tournament Finalist at Massive, the Samoan God of War Aleki Kekoa and his significant other 1WM Supervising Physician Dr. Alyssa Knight, D.O. Aleki is pacing slowly behind Alyssa with his Tidebreaker Championship belt shouldered on him while the good doctor is touching up her makeup. Aleki is wearing a red Jordan brand track suit with matching kicks. Alyssa is wearing a sexy white sequin Jovani dress with Louboutin ankle strap heels. Aleki’s pacing seems to put Alyssa on edge.

Alyssa: Aleki, I’m so happy that you are here with me and I know it’s going to be hard to not want to punch Ricky or something but please don’t. He’s not worth losing your chance at the Pride Title at Massive.

Aleki pauses his pacing momentarily and looks at his significant other through the dressing room mirror. He growls in frustration. Alyssa stands straight and turns around to face her champion.

Alyssa: Promise me, my King, that whatever happens out there you will keep your cool. I will not have you losing this title opportunity on my account.

Alyssa stares at Aleki lovingly and walks up to him and takes his hand. She gives it a reassuring squeeze but she can see the hatred for Ricky in his eyes. He looks up, trying to compose himself. He stares back intensely but it softens as he looks back at his true love. He responds behind a clenched jaw.

Aleki: If he hurts you in any way, I will make his life a living hell. Fuck titles! You mean more to me than any championship!

Aleki looks at the Tidebreaker Championship belt on his shoulder. He tosses it off in protest as it clangs on the floor. Alyssa tilts her head and steps closer closing the gap between them. She kisses her man while placing her palm against his cheek. She pulls back just enough to whisper.

Alyssa: I have no doubt that you’d destroy him or anyone else who hurt me, and I’d do the same for you, but, you’ve worked very hard to get to where you’re at today.

Alyssa reaches down picking up the Tidebreaker Championship belt and placing it back over his shoulder and smiles proudly.

Alyssa: This rightly belongs to you, my King. Whatever Ricky has planned for me out there, we will face it together and we will prevail. As long as we are a team, baby, there’s not a damn thing or anyone that can stand in our way. He’s not going to physically hurt me. He knows better than that because I have my “God of War” standing behind me.

Alyssa gives a confident grin and nods to her champion. He grabs her around the waist and brings her tight.

Aleki: I love you so much, Alyssa Nicole Knight. Since the day I first saw you from across the street, I knew we were destined to be together. I can accomplish anything with you at my side.

Alyssa wraps her arms around his neck smiling brightly.

Alyssa: And I love you,Aleki Kekoa. My heart was yours at first sight. I will always be by your side. Nothing will ever change that.

Aleki and Alyssa share a kiss before it quickly turns passionate and Aleki shoves the camera away.

1WM GLORY XXXI
RECORDED LIVE FROM THE BARKER HANGAR IN SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA

The lights dip and lights dance across the ramp as "Hellraiser" plays as Raze appears on the stage.

K: Welcome to Glory I’m K. McBryde always joining you with Geno Martinez and we have already got sparks flying around here tonight!

G: Well we got new faces! We got old beef! We’ve got a little bit of everything for everyone and that begins with Raze here right now!

Raze strides down the ramp and rolls into the ring, getting up and climbing the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner and throwing his fists high into the air as the fans greet him and start taking pictures. He then steps down and walks across the ring, signaling for a mic as the lights come back up and the music cuts.

Raze: As you know, I have an obstacle in front of me. I came back rusty and that caused me to fuck up in my first match back. I can still bring the fight, but I'm still just sixty, maybe seventy percent, but only by competing can I get rid of it. And that leads me to my next point. My next opponent, at Massive 4, will be The Pittsburgh Prodigy, Rebecca Maverick!

K: Maverick has been making some waves recently.

G: He’s got his hands full.

Raze: Rebecca, I need to make something clear to you. While I may be stronger, more experienced and twice your weight, I have long known better than to underestimate my opponent. I've taken on opponents of your stature before, and seen what they could do. Hell, I helped train a couple of them. So I will not underestimate you at Massive.

He paces back and forth a little, head dipped just slightly as he focuses on saying his piece.

Raze: But, while it's no secret that I have a little rust to work through, don't underestimate me either. It may have been a long time since I wrestled before No Thanks Given, but my conditioning remained. I kept my strength, fitness, and durability. I kept my stamina and sheer determination.

He turns to face the stage, as close as he can get right now to addressing her directly.

Raze: You have been put in front of me, so I will take you very seriously. It's do or die, and I'm always ready to do both. So, prepare yourself, bring your absolute best, and I'll see you at Massive!

Raze dumps the mic as the crowd gets pumped for the match and his music hits. He throws up a fist for them and leaves the ring, making his way up the ramp and through the curtain.

Debut Match
Ailyn Ruin vs. Captain All-Star

The fans show their support for Ailyn as she smiles and – much like her suspended mentor – gives her hips a quick shake. Outside the ring Brianna Matthews looks on. Across the ring, Cap shakes his head and waits for the referee to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

Once he does, the match is officially underway. Cap wastes little time in getting things started, hurrying across the ring and hitting Ailyn with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: WOO!

He follows it up with a second and then a third.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

Ailyn staggers back from the impact as Cap grabs hold of her. He shoots her across the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound. When she does, he lifts her into the air for a hip toss! Ailyn tries to drag herself back up to her feet quickly, but is knocked off balance with a knee strike! Cap pulls Ailyn in toward him and connects with a series of elbow strikes to continue trying to wear her down.

K: Cap doing Cap things.

G: I would think someone would have prepped her better than this!

K: Her manager is right over there watching!

Once he has Ailyn nice and groggy, Cap pulls her in and tries to lift her into the air for a back suplex! Ailyn flips out of his grasp and lands on the mat behind him. She takes a moment to catch her breath before Cap turns around to face her. Ailyn leaps into the air and hits him with an enziguri that knocks him off balance! Cap drops to a knee, but quickly pulls himself back to his feet. Ailyn grabs hold of Cap and delivers a jawbreaker that sends him crashing to the mat. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Ailyn bounces off of the ropes and lines herself up for a hip attack! Cap ducks out of the way at the last possible second, causing Ailyn to stagger over toward the ropes.

K: Wow!

G: She’ll feel that in the morning!

Cap notices his opening and hits Ailyn in the mouth with an elbow shot! The impact knocks her off balance. Cap pulls her toward the middle of the ring and tries to set her up for a snap suplex. Ailyn manages to block the attempt. She shoves Cap away. He stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance. He runs at Ailyn to grab hold of her once again, this time getting hit with a jumping knee strike! The impact knocks Cap back into a corner. Ailyn bounces off of the ropes and successfully connects with double knees to the cornered Cap! Cap wobbles out of the corner and falls flat onto his back.

Noticing that she’s now got her opening, Ailyn runs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with her Super Silly Girl (corkscrew shooting star press)!

G:WHAT A SHOT! THE KID GOT IT!

K: I cannot believe that worked!

Ailyn covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Ailyn Ruin!!!

K: What a win for tha kid! She’s a firecracker out there!

G: Welcome to 1WM Glory Ailyn! You’re on your way!

As Brianna is about to go into the ring to celebrate with Ailyn, she is suddenly yanked down from behind by the hulking woman known as Fierce!

K: Uh oh….

G: We’ve see this person before! And she’s bad news!!!

Fierce jumps on Brianna and begins drilling down on her with thunderous right hands! Brianna scrambles and fights to her feet, but Fierce takes her down with a double leg takedown and starts raining lefts and rights!

G: Someone get some control out here!!!!

Brianna escapes the onslaught, gets to her feet, and the two start to exchange blows! Fierce gets the advantage by booting Brianna in the gut, doubling her over. However, Ailyn, now aware of what’s going on outside of the ring, slides out from behind and elbows Fierce. Fierce and Ailyn then begin exchanging blows!

G: AND HERE WE GO! Ailyn’s not gonna stand for it! And here come the SE Guards to break this up!

Brianna chop blocks Fierce from behind. Brianna and Ailyn begin to exchange blows with Fierce! Referees and 1WM officials run down to the ring to separate the brawl as the show cuts to commercial.

The scene cuts backstage to see the familiar face of 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt standing, a small wry smile tugging at his lips. The Dragon has on his usual merch shirt and jeans, and is standing happily beside Butterscotch Monroe as she looks toward the camera.

Butterscotch: “Alright Travis. Last month, I tried to ask you about William Ryder but you were a little too focused on Douglas Crane.”

Travis Levitt: “Indeed. I was focused, I was as ready as I could be, but it wasn't enough. Crane got the best of me at Legendary, and he's made his way to the finals. I'm really looking forward to him versus Aleki actually. Going to be a great match.”

Butterscotch: “Did you take any glee in Ryder losing?”

Travis Levitt: “No. I mean, I was receiving smelling salts and trying to get the cobwebs free after my match, but I still respect Ryder. And I've fought Aleki before, and I know how tough the God of War can be. Ryder tried his best, but Aleki is just on another level now.”

Butterscotch: “Well, now we know that you'll be facing Ryder at Massive IV, the biggest show of One Wrestle's year in just two weeks time. How you feeling about that?”

There's a brief pause as Travis looks towards Butterscotch and then at the ground. The Dragon tenses a litte, but slowly rolls his shoulders and after a moment that smile is back on his face.

Travis Levitt: “Honestly? Excited. And its not because this is some big personal war, or an attempt at revenge for me. Yes. A month ago Ryder kicked me in the face. That hurt. But that was.....Ryder hasn't wrestled as long as I have. He hasn't seen what I've seen. He's still a little young. A little impulsive. Can find himself just a little obsessed with accolades and championships. So he saw a chance to make himself Pride Champion, and he was willing to do anything for that. Even kicking me in the face. But in doing that......he doomed us both.”

Butterscotch: “What do you mean?”

Travis Levitt: “The moment he kicked me? He split my attention. As much as I tried to stand here and claim I was fully focused on Douglas, the reality is, Ryder was in the back of my mind. I was fighting as much to get to fight Ryder in the final, as I was to make the final. Even just the smallest distraction was too much. Douglas came in more focused, and he choked me out. And William would never admit it, but he was the same way. As much as he was trying to be ready for Aleki, he had to have me in the back of his mind as well. One Kick, and he doomed us both. But see, there's still a happy ending for me. Because I still get the match I was looking forward to. But there's no gold for Ryder now. Just me.”

Butterscotch: “A chance for revenge after all.”

Travis Levitt: “No. This isn't revenge. Its a chance to steal the show. To do what we always one day hoped we could. The moment I walked into The Hanger, Ryder stuck out his hand in friendship. I respect that. I respect William. I know he has a bad history with friends and partners, like Samson. So I understand as the pressure built, and he looked like coming up short in another title tournament that he got himself frazzled. Distracted. He changed himself, and he lost his edge a little. And you know me, Monroe. I rarely take anything too seriously. So I can imagine that was annoying him. Thats why he superkicked me. And thats why.....”

There's a pause as Travis looks away for a moment but then slowly turns his focus once more to Butterscotch and smiles.

Travis Levitt: “And thats why, at Massive, he's going to get a receipt. He's going to get my foot, in his face. And when that bell rings, I'll stick my hand out to him in friendship, just like he did to me when I first arrived. And if he's learned his listen, he'll take it. And if he doesn't......then the fun really begins.”

Butterscotch seems ready to ask another question, but before she can Travis' gaze flicks past her, and the camera pans back to reveal the arriving pair of Bia and Mark Kelly. Travis grins and holds out his fist for Bia to fistbump, and then gives a respectful head nod to Kelly as well.

Travis Levitt: “Bia. Mark. You here to talk to Monroe?”

Mark Kelly: “Nah mate. We were looking for you, fella. See me and the bad ass sheila on my right, we gots ourselves a war coming up. And we want ya to do a solid for us. Keep it cool, and stay outta it, alright?”

Travis' brow creases a little as he stares at Mark and then he flicks his gaze to Bia who rolls her eyes with a smile.

Bia: “Look. We appreciate you coming out last month, stopping the damage as it were. But at Massive, we want to sort this out ourselves. I know your my coach in the mansion, but me and Mark have to fight our own battles. So whatever happens, leave it to us?”

Travis nods respectfully as he watches the two of them.

Travis Levitt: “You got it. Good luck you two. Cory and Braddock are some right nasty bastards, but so are you Bia. And Mark......well, you're......I mean........you sure are something.”

Mark Kelly: “Too bloody right! Those ol' codgers are in for a right beating, Quokka style! COOOEEEE!!!”

Mark walks off with a giant grin on his face, Travis watching him go and then slowly turns back to Bia, an eyebrow arching.

Travis Levitt: “Bia......he has all his screws tightened, right?”

Bia: “Just wait until that bell rings. He'll be ready. Or else I'll kick his ass.”

Travis grins and claps her on the shoulder with a grin and a nod as she heads off after Kelly and the scene cuts out.

PRS walks down the hallway as he gets the office of Dr. Alyssa Knight D.O. Alyssa walks out looking for Aleki and Ricky knows it…

K: Everyone’s booing but justice is about to be served! No pun intended! I don’t want to get hit by her!

G: Well don’t call on the Devil idiot…. Pretty Boy is on the camera folks!

PRS: This is an SE situation. You don’t need…him. Just follow me.

Ricky walks as she follows behind. His music hits and the two come out to the ramp and then he pauses.

PRS: You know what Dr. ….I had this whole thing set up to where I was going to walk you down to the ring, let you have it, and then fire you.(Crowd boos) And I was going to do all of this on National TV since you decided to torch me in an open letter that on the real was a breach in SE’s policies. When I brought you on months ago you were a person looking for a good start and you’ve had a good start. When I found out your connection to…. Aleki Kekoa (Crowd erupts)...I mean, my first impressions were that YOU signed a contract clearly laying out the details of Patient/Client behavior and privilege. It reads as follows:

“ our policy unequivocally prohibits any form of intimate relationship between doctors and patients, irrespective of their past history. Such relationships have the potential to compromise the objectivity, trust, and integrity inherent in the doctor-patient dynamic. Engaging in romantic or intimate connections can blur professional boundaries, leading to conflicts of interest and compromising the quality of care provided…”

As PRS is reading this the big screen comes on above the two and AK is on the lockeroom floor getting beaten by an unseen wrestler. The Dr. doesn’t notice it at first as Ricky keeps reading:

“...Therefore, it is incumbent upon all healthcare professionals to adhere strictly to this policy, refraining from any romantic involvement with current or former patients. Violation of this policy may result in disciplinary action, up to and including termination of employment or professional practice privileges…”

As Ricky takes the paper and puts it back in his pocket she glances it up finally after the crowd is yelling at her and pointing. Ricky looks up and acts shocked at what’s going on…

PRS:....What has dog boy done to himself NOW!!! SOMEONE GET SOME SECURITY IN THERE!!!!

The Dr. goes to leave but Stanton stops her.

PRS: Whoa Whoa there! We do not know what has happened! Sit tight!

The Dr. looks at his hand on her wrist and slaps Ricky hard! And just then the lights go out!!!!

K: WHAT THE…WHAT HAS HAPPENED!!!!

G: Ricky not paying the light bill??

The lights come back on and the Dr. is on her back off the ramp through a set of tables and mats! Ricky rises to his feet holding his cheek looking down at the Dr., motioning for help. He holds his face as medical comes and gets her back to her feet. Everyone is standing to see what’s happening.

PRS: HURRY UP! HURRY UP! WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! GET HER IN THE AMBULANCE NOW!!! Now everyone saw what happened right!!!

Security shrugs their shoulders saying the lights went out and they saw nothing.
PRS: WELL, WE GOTTA GET THE BOTTOM OF THIS!!!!

Stanton and his Goons rush to the back.

Glory returns to a shot of the commentators mid discussion.

K: Were you expecting Christmas carolers tonight?

G: No, but if you are talking about the people in the ring, that is a full-on choir and no, I wasn’t expecting them either.

The camera focuses on the ring where the normal apron has been replaced with a Christmassy one and the mat has been replaced with a red one. Inside the ring is a choir of about 12 people, all dressed in red gowns with white shirts underneath. They all have song sheets with stands in front of them and as the crowd hushes up, wondering what is going on, they begin to sing a beautiful rendition of “Hurt” by Johnny Cash.

K: If I’m not mistaken, that is the theme music of one Douglas Crane.

G: It sure is, and here comes Mr. Personality.

Douglas Crane comes out the back wearing a black tuxedo with matching-colored shoes and bowtie but red buttoned shirt. He stands atop of the entrance, his gloved hands clasped together with his eyes closed as he listens to the choir sing. The crowd is completely silent, unsure of what to make of all this. After a few more seconds, he heads down the ramp, at a steady pace, emotionless, his piercing blue eyes focused on the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and crawls on his fists and knees like he normally does, slithering first towards a corner and then towards the other. He watches the fans as the choir continues to sing, unfazed by his behavior. Once he gets to his feet, and stands in front of them, they slowly bring the song to a close. One of the choir members hands him a mic.

K: Wonder what’s in Crane’s mind tonight?

G: Do you really? I can’t even begin to fathom what goes inside his mind…

Crane: Merry Christmas everyone!

The fans look at each other confused as Douglas’ says this with a huge smile on his face. The choir replies obediently but he seems bothered the fans didn’t reply.

Crane: WE SAID MARRY CHRISTMAS!

Some of the fans reply, and of course, as fans normally do, a ‘Merry Christmas’ chant begins to slowly gets stared and soon the whole hanger is shouting it.

K: Well the fans are definitely feeling festive tonight!

G: Or scared to death.

Crane: Much better, thank you. I’ve come out here tonight with my friends behind me to bring you good cheer and will towards all of you, and specially my opponent at Massive IV: The “Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa… Whom I will face for the Pride of 1WM Championship.

K: Okay, here we go, I smell a set-up Geno.

G: I don’t, I think he’s actually being sincere which makes this that much creepier.

Crane: On December 30th, he and I will go to any lengths necessary to win that title… That night, will be very violent… But tonight, it’s about peace and like we said, I bring good cheer… In the form of a song… You are all familiar with “Ring Christmas Bells?”

The crowd gives a mixed reaction.

Crane: Well, after Carol of the Bells, it is my absolutely favorite Christmas song… So I, along with our friends of course, would like to sing it to you… Aleki…

K: My God, you’re right.

G: Told you… but hey, this is good, singing never hurt anyone right?

The music hits and the choir begins the humming and soon they all start to sing beautifully, and so does Crane, who surprisingly, has a very good singing voice.

Ring Christmas bells, merrily ring

Tell all the world Aleki is king

Loudly proclaim with one accord

The happy tale, welcome the self proclaimed-lord

Ring Christmas bells, sound far and near

The reign of Kekoa is here

Herald the news to old and young

Tell it to all in every tongue

K: Wait did he just-

G: Shush!

Ring Christmas bells, merrily ring

Tell all the world Aleki is king

Ring Christmas bells, toll loud and long

His message of lies you all prolong

Come all you fans, join in the singing

Repeat the story told by the ringing

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

Ring Christmas bells throughout the 1WM

Tell of the news, Aleki is lord

Loudly proclaim his will be done

The bullshit tale, with one accord

Crane begins to pace around, clearly fighting to stay calm.

Ring Christmas bells, merrily ring

Lie to the world Aleki is king

Ring Christmas bells, merrily ring

Tell all the world Aleki is king?

Loudly proclaim with one accord

The happy tale, welcome the lord?

Ring Christmas bells sound far and near

The death of Kekoa is here!

Crane has the news to old and young!

Tell it to all pride in your tongue!

Crane throws the papers over his head and choir begins to get nervous as he is stomping back and forth in the ring, but still singing, but now more distorted, now more violent…

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Rel… rel, rel, rel

He grabs his head in agony, the choir has mostly stopped singing but he continues.

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Rel… rel, rel, rel

Release me… Release me…

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

RELEASE ME!!!!

K: There is the crazy…

G: Man what the f…

Crane begins to throw the song-sheets stands all over the place, nearly hitting some of the choir members who, mostly have already gotten the ring… One unlucky soul gets grabbed from behind by Crane and quickly hooked into his Cobra Clutch submission…. As Crane rocks him to sleep, dropping to the mat with him, he doesn’t shout release me like he normally does.. Instead, he just repeats these words:

Crane: No peace to no man… Not my king… not his will… No peace…

Over and over and as he continues as the lights go completely out, leaving everyone more confused than before.

Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California

Main Event
Glory Championship Match
“Ultra Violent Demi-Goddess” Rowena Bryne vs “Pretty” Ricky Stanton ©

Torres: The following is the 1WM MAIN EVENT for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!

The crowd explodes in cheers.

Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT!!

"Nightmare" by Nyxx blares over the PA system as Rowena Bryne makes her way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Torres: Coming to the ring first weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds....standing at a height of five feet six inches....she is the challenger....she is the Ultra Violent Demi-Goddess....ROWENNNNNNNAAAA BRYNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: The challenger is here and I hope she’s ready!!!

G: She wouldn’t have the match if she wasn’t!

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Richmond, Virginia....weighing in at a weight of two hundred and ten pounds....standing at a height of six feet even....he is the Interim 1WM Glory CHampion....he is Pretty....RICKKKKKYYYYY STANTOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

The lights go out and the Black Superman logo is shown on the big screen with AC DC's "Back in Black" blasting over the speakers. Just then "Pretty" Ricky Stanton comes out to the ramp and stands there.

”Back in black, I hit the sack

I've been too long, I'm glad to be back

Yes, I'm let loose from the noose

That's kept me hanging about

I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high

Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die

I got nine lives, cat's eyes

Abusing every one of them and running wild

'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back

Well, I'm back, yes I'm back

Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black

Yes, I'm back in black, oh”

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.

K: He’s been dealing with a lot tonight and it doesn’t get slower!

G: He is the Pretty Boy! The House! The face that runs the place! Most hated! None other than the Glory Champion Ricky Stanton!

DING DING DING!!!

The bell rings, and immediately Rowena dashes across the ring looking to get a piece of the Pretty One, but Stanton drops and rolls right out of the ring. Stanton backs away, waving a finger at Rowena mockingly, as the referee gets between Rowea and the ropes, asking her to back up and give Stanton some space. Rowena scowls but finally throws her hands up and backs away a few paces, while Stanton takes his time on the outside, looking out at the Hanger crowd with a wide smirk. He heads for the ring-steps and finally and slowly makes his way up, reaching the apron, but then taking another step down as Rowena walks closer. Stanton points at Rowena, yelling at the referee to back her up and the official has no choice but to do as they are told, and Stanton can be seen grinning widely at the growing frustration in Rowena's face.

K: He’s such a Ring General!

G: Buying time the mark of the Veteran here.


Ricky finally climbs back up onto the apron, and then steps slowly between the ropes, his gaze locked on Rowena who is now pacing back and forth across the ring in a neutral corner. Ricky rises in the corner, a hand still on the top rope as he stares at Rowena for a long moment and then finally takes his hand off, and instantly Rowena charges again, and Ricky ducks back just as fast, sticking his upper body through the ropes, and forcing the referee to try and restrain Rowena, and over the referee's shoulder, Ricky lands a greco-roman poke to the eye! The crowd jeer for that, but The Pretty One is all laughs as Rowena stumbles away holding her eye.

K: Stanton using the experience!

G: That was trash and you know it!

Ricky now feels completely comfortable as he moves towards the stumbling Rowena, grabbing her shoulder and going to raise her up, but Rowena pops her own head up quickly, and claws at Ricky's face with her fingernails and an awful screech! The Ultra-Violent Demi-Goddess has her nails deep in Ricky's eyes as she claws at him for a moment until the referee gets back between them again, and Ricky instantly dives out of the ring, holding at his own face, and when his hand comes away, its clear Rowena has drawn blood as there's scratch marks right across one of Ricky's eyes! Inside the ring, Bryne can be seen cackling as she wiggles her fingernails at Ricky showing off the few small droplets of blood on them.

K: My God!

G: He’s been slapped and now he’s faced claws! Not a good night for the Pretty Boy!

Outside the ring, Ricky can be seen looking at the blood on his hand in disbelief, and then up at the referee who is demanding he get back in the ring. Ricky starts screaming at the referee about the attack he has already taken, but the referee fires back with Ricky's own tactics, and the two argue so much, Rowena seizes her chance. Slipping out the ring around the side, she races around and ambushes Ricky from the side, drilling him with an elbow to the side of the head. Rowenais in her element outside the ring, grabbing Ricky by the back of the head and drilling his face into the barricade, then the ring-post, and then the ring-steps. Pulling Ricky along by the scruff of his neck, Rowena moves around to the announcers table, and again slams his head into the table, and doing it again!

K: Rowena is on it! Ref get control!

G: Rowena literally sees blood in the water! She’s going to do it!

Rowena is enjoying herself as she turns Stanton to lean back against the commentators table, and then starts sticking her claws into his eyes again! The crowd are roaring, but Rowena only does it for a few moments before she gets tugged away by the referee. There's a sickening grin stretching the Demi-Goddess' eyes as she turns to wave her fingers at the crowd, but when she turns around she's grabbed and drilled into the announce table herself by Stanton. The Pretty One slams her head twice more, before he pauses to step over and call some abuse out at Samson, then turns to grab Rowena again. He charges across and tosses Rowena head-first into the steel, but Bryne just bounces off, turns to look at Ricky, and smiles!

Ricky's eyes widen at that, The Pretty Boy taking a step back, and Rowena goes to step towards him, so the (Interim) Glory Champion dives forward to slide into the ring and to safety. Rowena goes to slide in after him, and Stanton greets her with a boot to the back of the head, followed by a second and a third, and that seems to finally stun the challenger enough for Ricky to catch his breath. Stanton doesn't take too long of a break though, running a hand over his face, blood slowly dripping from the scratch marks, and he heads back to Rowena, pulling her up into the corner, and grabbing her by the jaw to talk some smack.

The Pretty One finally stops listening to himself talk as he fires off a backhanded chop, and then a second, lighting up Bryne's chest. He turns to jaw some at the crowd as his confidence grows, but when he turns back to focus on Rowena, Bryne is waiting. She yanks him into the corner and unleashes some fast machine-gun style chops of her own, reddening Stanton's chest quickly, and ends her chops by climbing to the middle rope. She raises a hand as if to call for some mounted punches, but then simply leans down and starts biting at his face! Stanton is flailing like a madman in the corner, but after a few moments Rowena stands back up, a wicked laugh echoing through the Hangar, blood lightly dripping on her jaw, but her posing comes back to bite her as Stanton takes his chance to grab her legs, take two steps forward, and then slump down and drop Rowena face-first on the top turnbuckle!

K: Stanton always knowing where he is in the ring!

G: This is bloody! This is just the weeping and nashing of teeth right now! My God she’s literally just as bad as he is in the ring!!!!

Ricky slowly makes it back to his feet, wiping at his bloodied face again, and the camera can clearly see the scratch marks under an eye, and his nose is now ragged from bites as well. He turns back to see Rowena is slumped in the corner, and now its clear Rowena has busted herself open on the steel as well. Ricky scowls as he moves in, grabbing Rowena by the scruff of her neck, and slamming her face repeatedly into the top turnbuckle! After a good few slams Ricky tosses Rowena out of the corner and to the mat, staring at the downed Demi-Goddess and pointing at his own face. 'YOU DO NOT MESS WITH THIS PRETTY FACE!'. Ricky follows up with a stiff kick right to the back of Rowena's head, before he steps away to try and wipe some of the blood off his face.

After a moment Ricky heads over to drag Rowena up by her hair, hooking her arm and and then dropping Bryne with a simple brainbuster, before rolling over into the pin.

One…

T…Bryne kicks out!

K: ONLY ON ONE!!!!! WHAT THE….

G: I’M TELLIN YA!!!

Stanton sits up and glares at the referee, demanding they count faster but then wraps an arm around Rowena's neck and locks in a grounded headlock. The Pretty One squeezes hard at Rowena's neck, as the referee slides into place to make sure The Demi-Goddess isn't passing out, and with the referee out of position, Stanton shifts his body to prop his feet on the middle rope, changing the elevation and making it worse! Stanton grins wickedly as he keeps his feet up, but seeing the referee starting to move he drops his feet, and the referee sees nothing.

There's a confused look on the referee's face as he looks at Stanton, and then out at a screaming crowd, but then he drops down to check on Rowena again, who is shaking her head in defiance. The referee intently watches Rowena again, and Stanton seizes his chance and props his feet back up on the middle rope and bounces a little! The crowd roar their displeasure now, and after a few moments the referee pops his head up, but Stanton has already dropped his feet again! The Pretty Boy's confidence is growing again, as he screams at the referee to check her. The official can do little else as he lowers his head to check on Rowena, Stanton seizing the moment to prop his feet up, but this time the referee's head is up like a jackrabbit and he catches it!

The referee points at Stanton accusingly, demanding he release the hold, but Stanton shakes his head defiantly as his feet are back on the ground. He calls for the referee to check on Rowena, but the referee instead gets to his feet, heading over to kick the rope where Stanton's feet were propped up. Stanton doesn't seem to care what the referee thinks, but Bryne takes some advantage of the referees back being turned, as she reaches over her shoulder and scratches at the already wounded eyes of the champion! Stanton lets go of the headlock with a scream, rolling away in anguish and then scrambling to ringside to catch his breath. The referee checks on Stanton who points at Rowena accusingly, but turnabout is fair play, as the referee didn't see anything due to Stanton's own cheating!

K: That’s just dirty!!!!

G: RICKY IS IN A MIRROR MATCH! SWEET JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH!!!!!

The Pretty Boy can not believe the referee, screaming at him and then glancing in the ring to see Rowena is climbing back to her feet with a growing smirk on her face. Stanton stares at her, and then the referee, and then he throws his hands up in disgust and turns to walk away. Stanton has had enough, and the Pretty One turns to walk away from the match. In the ring, Rowena has finally reached her feet, stumbling back into a corner and rubbing at her wounded throat, only able to watch as Stanton takes a few steps on the ramp. Rubbing at his face, Stanton looks at the nearby camera and screams out 'She hurt my face! I'm done!” and then starts to back up the ramp...but 'Believer' by Imagine Dragons hits!

Stanton can only slowly turn around in disbelief, looking at the entrance through one bloodied eye and one good one, to watch as from the back out walks the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q!

K: IT’S Q!!!!! Q IS IN THE BUILDING TONIGHT!!!! SECUURRITY!!!!!

G: THE CHAMPION ISN’T GONNA LET IT GO OUT LIKE THAT!!!!!

Q has a wicked grin on her face as she takes a few steps out from the back, clearly standing between Ricky and the exit. Stanton stares at her for a moment, then glances back in the ring, but then smiles and goes to step towards Q, but stops again as right behind Q, out walks Aleki Kekoa! The Tidebreaker Champion has hate in his eyes as he stands beside Q, the two of them staring at Stanton who finally takes a step back. He switches his gaze between the two, and then turns and goes to run away. He goes for the barricade, but as he reaches a corner, he's stopped in his tracks by 'The Dark Phoenix' Raijin Hunter, happily standing cross-armed to block the crowd exit!

Stanton seems thoroughly confused at Raijin' arrival, but it quickly becomes clear what is happening as from every single available exit the 1WM roster pours out! Sydney Simon. Travis Levitt. Samantha Tolson. Raze. Braddock. Ace Sky. Brianna Matthews. William Ryder. Douglas Crane. Kelli Saint. Rebecca Maverick. Silas Jessup. Bia. Mark Kelly. All have flooded the ringside area, and Stanton is forced to roll back into the ring to avoid everyone!

K: OH MY GOD!!!!

G: THIS IS AVENGERS END GAME ALL OVER AGAIN!!!! AND ONE WRESTLE’S THANOS HAS NOWHERE TO RUN!!!!!

The Pretty One is clutching at his head in disbelief as he stares around at the throng of people, all surrounding the ring, and all making damn sure Ricky stays right there! Stanton glances left and right as all his exits have been blocked off, but as the surprise seems to fade, realisation dawns and Stanton can be seen mouthing 'Oh shit' as he realises he's forgotten who was waiting for him in the ring.

There's a resigned look as Stanton turns slowly around and is greeted by the Striking Darkness (Running Muay Thai Knee) right to his jaw from Rowena! Bryne dives across Ricky's chest and hooks a leg as the referee slides into position.

One…

Two…

T…Ricky kicks out!

Rowena sits up in disbelief, and it finally seems to dawn on her that there is a massive crowd of humanity between her and the outside of the ring. Glancing around at the throng, Rowena takes a moment to stare at Raijin, but then shifts to look back at Stanton who is slowly crawling towards the ropes. Rowena climbs up, blood dripping down her face as she stares at the champion and then grins, knowing how close she is to winning the title. Stanton uses the ropes to pull himself up slowly before stumbling back, and Rowena pulls him down, looking for her Visions Of Insanity! Stanton squirms and manages to break free after a few elbows to Rowena's ribs, slipping behind her and then rolling her backwards with a huge handful of tights!

One…

Two…

TH…Rowena kicks out!

K: this….this match….

G: I….I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO THINK!!! It’s like the lockeroom has said enough is enough!!!

The Hanger crowd roar at that, happy to know Rowena isn't done yet, and there's even a few happy smiles amongst the roster as they watch the action. Stanton can be seen climbing to his feet in disbelief as he watches Rowena stumble up, and Ricky charges her, knocking her right back down with a hard clothesline. Stanton teases a hand over his scalp, then looks back at Rowena and over at the nearby corner and grins. He steps over, careful to keep his body between himself and the referee, and he undoes the top turnbuckle. Glancing out at the nearby Q, he flips her the bird and tosses the turnbuckle pad aside before turning to head back towards a rising Rowena. But behind his back Q has picked up the turnbuckle pad, climbed onto the apron, and quickly reattached it!

K: THE CHAMP SAVES!!!

G: Q was a student of Ricky’s and she telegraphed it and put herself in position!!!!

Stanton takes a moment to jaw at the referee as he backs Rowena into the far corner, and then goes to whip Rowena across the ring, into the exposed steel firmly, but his grip loosens and his momentum falters as he notices the reattached pad. Stanton is far too distracted, and he suffers for it as Rowena reverses the grip, yanking Ricky right in and bending him double. Bryne doesn't miss this time, as she spins Ricky around and drives him face-frist into the mat with a wicked Visions Of Insanity! The Ultra-Violent Demi-Goddess hooks both legs, and the referee is right there to make the count!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match…AND NEW 1WM Glory Champion…Rowena Bryne!

K: OOOOOHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDD!!!!!

G: SHE’S DONE IT!!!!! MY GOD SHE’S DONE IT!!!!!!!! ROWENA IS THE CHAMP! ROWENA IS THE CHAMP!!!!!

1WM Staff tend to Ricky out of the ring as Rowena is given Ricky’s belt. Everyone charges the ring to pick her up and cheer as Ricky looks on from the outside. Ricky begs for a mic….

PRS: My…..my God….CUT THE MUSIC!!!!! AND PUT HER DOWN!!!!!

A bloody Ricky Stanton grabs a suitcase containing the original 1WM Glory Title and he looks at it and looks at her. EVERYONE in the ring is looking to see what’s next as they stand around as he slowly rolls back under the ropes. He steadies himself as he looks across the ring at all the wrestlers and holds up his hand in peace

PRS: HOLD UP….HOLD UP…THE FIGHT IS OVER …AND I AIN’T FIGHTIN ALL YOU LOSERS…AND AK I HAVE NO F’ING CLUE WHAT HAPPENED BACKSTAGE SO SHUT THE HELL UP…..REGARDLESS OF HISTORY I’M STILL THE DAMN GM….AND YOU GET THE BONUS…OF ME GIVING ….YOU THIS….(Breathing hard…)

Ricky walks over and takes his personal belt from her and gives her the 1WM original title.

PRS: That’s….that’s the official title…….for an official Champion…

He then falls into her arms hugging her and saying congrats for doing what is necessary in her ear before stepping back away from Aleki, Q, and so many ready to fight but Security gets in the middle of it. Ricky rolls out the ring and heads back through the crowd exit leaving with doctors as they tend to him. Rowena’s music hits as everyone cheers her on again…

K: I ….I don’t know what to say…

G: Stanton is STILL the GM. That’s the best you’re gonna get out of him. Period! And surprisingly, he was correct! That belt he wears was just a novelty for him, she has the actual title. Congrats to her and goodnight everyone!!!!

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