Glory 32 - 15 January 2024

[Cedric Southern]

1WM GLORY XXXII
RECORDED LIVE FROM THE ONE ARENA IN SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA

The cameras open up backstage, where the 1WM camera crew catches something, the Glory backstage, where the camera spots the Pinnacle herself, the woman who has brought in not one but two protegees as of late Bianca Davis, who is dressed in a black designer top that says pinnacle on it in silver with a martini glass on it, and matching black leather pants a mink fur coat is over the shoulders of the “Queen” herself, her voice cuts through the scene as she speaks in a direct, but confident tone.

Bianca Davis: Well, do we have a deal? I mean, the offer I have laid out is quite advantageous; no one in this company could give you that much, and the bosses are too busy playing games and screwing each other over to notice true talent in this business.

The camera soon shoots over, and it is the wife of former Upstart rookie and two-time world champion BRADDOK. The man was set to face his coach and a mystery partner later tonight in Santa Monica; however, right now, his wife Aggie was dressed in a pair of black leggings and her own "Choose Death" t-shirt similar to her husband's only hers is cut into a tank top.

Bianca Davis: It will be a boon if you think about it; plus, let's be honest; no one will offer what I can. We both see what is happening, and his mentor is too worried about playing hero to care for him.

Bianca said, her voice turning sinister in tone, holding her cane in her right hand. Aggie smirked, and her head bobbed with a curt nod while shaking Bianca's hand.

Aggie Wallace: "I like what I hear. Remember, don't screw us over. They're a couple of feral pit bulls I've managed to tame enough to get them to Heel. But don't think for one minute they won't go wild and rip your throat out…" she says with a chuckle.

Bianca smirked and let out a laugh.

Bianca Davis: I am a woman of my word, as I said. Things are getting interesting in the world of 1WM, for the first time in a long while.

Bianca and Aggie are still shaking hands, as Bianca. Notices the cameras and motions off-camera as soon the massive Ana Novak appears, blocking the camera's view and the rest of the conversation as the scene fades to black.


K: K McBryde here with Geno Martinez and welcome to Glory! And as always we got a hell of a show for ya!

GM: I cannot stress that enough! It’s gonna be a great start to 2024!

Suddenly the lights in the One Arena go out and then slowly but surely hundreds of cell phone lights click on as an eerie sounding drumming sound can be heard echoing throughout the building.

K: Did the boss pay the light bill?

G: I’m sure he has (laughs)

Suddenly a man slowly starts to sing a slow and dark sounding cadence

Sun don't shine down here in the valley
Moon don't glow beneath these trees
Some lonesome baby won't come save me
From these red hands and black deeds...

From these red hands and black deeds…

And once the man's final words echo into darkness, the lights suddenly explode back to life with none other than the "Devil's Favorite Dirty" himself, "Total Elimination" Jacob Striker, standing dead center of the ring with two figures dressed in all black with mirror ball masks covering their entire heads as Striker along with Raijin Hunter and Amanda Belnades as Striker soaks in the heady mixture of cheers intermixed with a few boos as the former 1WM Champion stands in the middle of the ring.

K: Jacob Stryker sporting a new shiner on this face. Well it’s a scar courtesy of a Deathmatch held in another promotion.

GM: Yes and you gotta feel that he’s nipping at the bit to get back in the ring. But he HAS TO HEAL! Ya can’t go through what he’s been through and not be patient.

Jake waits for the noise level to die down before he raises the mic to his lips with a slight smirk on his scarred face.

Jacob: Hello One Wrestle Movement, it's been a while since we saw each other last hasn't? I mean seriously I, one of the pillars of this company, stepped away to get my get a little surgery following some bullshit up North and as I’m reclining in my favorite chair in my home in lovely and dark Sleepy Hollow…I decide to check up on this company and flip on Glory, expecting to see my friend Justice Cross leading the show to one epic war after another alongside future greats like Travis Levitt, William Ryder, Brianna Matthews, and yes...even Aleki Kekoa, alongside established badasses like Justice Cross and Samantha Tolson...but what do I see in turn? Week after Week of complete and utter bullshit, wrestling being forced to play third fiddle to the total waste of space known as Ricky Stanton.

The crowds explode with a massive wave of boos which Jake simply nods in agreement with as he waits for the boos to die down.

Jacob: I know right? And me being the intelligent bastard that I am, I don't force myself to be ring to be ringshape before I'm ready, no....I do exactly what my mentors Chris Sabertooth and Stephanie Matsuda before me has done and I study the situation and I spend the next few weeks watching and taking apart each and every show, and my friends...do you know what I've figured out about PRS being in charge of Glory?

Crowd: WHAT?!

Jacob: PRS has turned Glory into his own little POS...and now I must address the overfed french poodle in the room and that being, YOU*...Ricky.

Crowd Boos.

K: He better watch calling on the Devil like that! He might just appear!

Jacob: Like I said, I've been watching Glory and I've watched you run it into the fucking ground with each and every single action that you've done and sir, that actually offends me. It offends me that you took a highly talented wrestler like Justice Cross and you run her off because she got tired of the constant bullshit that you were allowing to run roughshod around here, and not only that but you are also forced people like me, who are Professional WRESTLERS, guys that have *earned* that title like Ryder and Kekoa to name have been made to take a third wheel status to so called Sports Entertainers...people who can't really fucking wrestle but do shit to draw you money, like your precious pet little Cuckoo bird that you made the Glory champion and allow at each and every turn to get away with her shit...but she's not why I'm here in this ring because she's not anything on my radar, Ricky.

Gives the camera a wolfish smile before running his tongue over his teeth and then points at the camera.

Jacob: But YOU are on my radar, Ricky. The Cuckoo Bird being your champion is only the rotten cherry atop the most toxic sunday ever created by you, Ricky. You take this industry that I have worked and dedicated my entire, and I do mean my ENTIRE LIFE* to...that my family has bleed for throughout the past thirty or so YEARS, and you just find it amusing, like it's just something that you can trash without anyone stepping up and slapping your bitch ass back down to where you properly belong, and yeah, you can claim a lot of shit but you can never deliver…you bragged about how you were going to walk out of Massive as the new champion around here and yet Q, despite the odds stacked against her, managed to scratch and claw her way to a victory and all you can do is lick your fucking chops under this massive illusion that this is something that this company needs which is a second rate, no talent, sports fucking ENTERTAINER of all people to be the standard bearer of this company.

K: Disrespectful. Stanton’s track record in making Glory relevant cannot be matched.

GM: He is POURING. IT. ON.

Jacob: Well Ricky, I'm about to write you a reality check. Or would you prefer the cold, hard cash of truth? That truth is that despite all your hype, you’re nothing more than one of the biggest flops that this industry has had to offer and in my short time in this sport, Ricky, I can tell you that I’ve come across quite a few of them from Tyler Kulina and the Poet over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance to your own little Cuckoo bird here in One Wrestle Movement, I’ve seen a whole lot of them…but they all had one thing that you’ll never have, not even for all of your false power of being the weakest ass of a General Manager that I’ve ever seen to all of your millions of dollars that you seem more than happy to flush down the toilet…you don’t have the passion nor the skill to do anything.

Jacob’s wolfish grin then disappears into a look of complete and total disappointment.

Jacob: Now I know that full well instead of listening to the truth of the matter that you’ll take a step back and just up and quit this bullshit of yours, I know that’s a pipedream…one almost on the level of you being world champion here…but I want you to look into my eyes, Ricky Stanton, and I want you to understand that I’m one of the Pillars of this fucking company and as long as I’m standing here, you’ll never get rid of professional wrestling in this company because that’s the bedrock of this sport and it’s going to be the same bedrock that I will bury you right next to you the very instant that you take one more step out of line, Ricky.

And Ricky, you know my track record…yes, you can brag and state about how you’ve got a victory over me, but in the end when you take that long hard look at what I’ve accomplished in the last almost six years of my career, from the titles that I’ve won to the people that I’ve beaten in the ring to even the people that I run with, that you aren’t even on the same level that I am on and you know it.

So Ricky, if you want to come on down and prove me wrong, then just like I’ve said before to another ham and egger…I’m always ready to go to war, and this…this isn’t any different then what I’ll do for any title. G’wan, brag about how you’re going to do this and do that to me, it won’t make any difference and besides, you’ll never know when there might be a surprise…or two.

So come on down…Pretty Ricky…come on down and join the Murder or stay the fuck out of my way.

Jacob then holds the mic out and simply lets it drop to the mat as “Perfect Strangers” by Deep Purple begins to play throughout the One Arena.

Just then “Back In Black” by AC/DC hits the speakers as Ricky storms out the back.

PRS: CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!!! NO! YOU KEEP YOUR ASS THERE JACOB!

Stanton walks down to the ring and gets right in Jacob’s face as the crowd gets on their feet!

GM: AND THE PRETTY BOY HAS HAD ENOUGH!!! IT’S STANTON! THE GOONS!!! IT’S LIKE SHARKS CIRCLING A WOUNDED ANIMAL IN THE SEA!!!

PRS: I can see you wanna talk JACOB. I can see that you wanna go off and talk about things that aren’t true. OK, LET’S TALK ABOUT IT. LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW I CAME BACK LAST YEAR AND SAW A BRAND …THE SAME BRAND YOU ARE SPEAKING TO RIGHT NOW IN SHAMBLES! I saw a DEAD Championship. I saw a Wrestler in Justice Cross that needed the help, the opportunity, and the means and motive to make it happen and you can check THE DAMN RECEIPTS ON THIS ONE cause when I stretched out my hand SHE TOOK IT and I FUNDED THIS PLACE!!!! I stepped in where NO ONE WOULD GO. DID YOU STEP UP? NO SO SCREW YOU, YA MAMA, YOUR FAN BASE, AND ANYONE WHO LOVES YA. I came in here and created a brand that would compliment even dare I say surpass Legendary and what did that dumb bitch do??? SHE SLAPPED SOMEONE IN ADMIN —THAT’S THE TRUTH, THAT’S WHY SHE’S NOT HERE. Do NOT come on to my platform and spill your trash
When you can’t even stay healthy enough to be relevant. You’re nothing more than movable furniture right now…like a cat.

Jacob glares at PRS mouthing something off mic.

PRS: OH NO YOU CAN SHUT THE HELL UP FOR REALS, IT’S MY TIME TO TALK. The difference between me, you, Q, the dog and the doctor, and EVERRRRYYYONNEE ELSE…is that I’m willing to do what is necessary. The ONLY other person I’ve seen around here that understands that is our GLORY CHAMPION and that’s why she is who she is. You wanna talk work, you wanna talk scars? I have my own. I put in the work. I make things fucking happen around here. What have you done for this company lately other than get injured somewhere else, come to One Wrestle and complain about me? I’m tired of YOU, and EVERYONE ELSE AROUND HERE thinking they got the facts right. My FORMER Doc had no integrity. Justice HAD NO SELF CONTROL. The Dog was an OPPORTUNIST. The Red head CONFUSED, her Padewan is MISLED, AND YOU…YOU’RE A WORTHLESS INJURED PIECE OF TRASH.
NOW GET OUTTA MY RING…….

PRS’s Goons get behind him when someone hits Jacob from behind! Ricky backs up very confused on what the guy is doing but doesn’t stop him.

K: What’s that guy doing in there??? I think that’s “The Rooster” Rex Roarke!

GM: Yes it is and he’s not officially on the roster, but more Enhancement Talent but I’m not sure what he’s doing in there and now security is escorting him away from the ring and Ricky has shrugged his shoulders and has instructed his Goons to walk Rex backstage because there was no reason for that. Stanton had it under control!

Coming back from break, Cory Chevelle is standing in the ring dressed in street clothes consisting of blue jean, a black and white sleeveless shirt and his black cowboy hat. Fans greet him with roars of boo's after his and Braddock's actions during Massive IV but Chevelle stands there smiling and taunting them on as he raises both arms and waves his hands around in the air at them, urging them to carry on. The camera cuts to the commentary team who proceed to fill in the viewers at home.

K: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, as you can see Cory Chevelle is appearing tonight but surprisingly is without his partner who we'll see in a tag team match against Travis Levitt and a partner of his choosing.

GM: These two didn't even let their last match start! Not to mention Chevelle put his hands on an official and man-handled the official like they were a sack of potatoes!

K: Why don't you go take that up with Chevelle then, because from what I've gathered, he nor his partner care the slightest.

Chevelle, with mic in hand, stops taunting the crowd and raises the mic towards his mouth.

Cory Chevelle: C'mon Santa Monica... Are you really that upset over Massive four? Was it the ass beating my partner and I handed Bia and Mark Kelly or was it the poor referee getting tossed outta the damn way because I saw enough crying on Twitter about that already.

GM: No remorse what so ever. Despicable!

Cory Chevelle: It amazes me. Any other time people are crying over the lousy calls made by refs but ol' Chevy makes one move the hell out the damn way and everyone gets all uppity and starts boo-hoo'ing like his life was in danger. I thought One Wrestle was all about the movement!. Instead all I've seen are wannabe God's, do-good'r Dragons, and a bunch of fu[DJ SCRATCH]ing wah-wah-babies!

The crowd boo's and it grows louder. Chevelle walks around the ring proudly, smiling as he mocks them.

Cory Chevelle: Well One Wrestle, LISTEN UP! See I came out here tonight to address you personally, and not only that but inform you because I reckon last time maybe our message wasn't clear. I dunno, maybe I stuttered and didn't know it. Maybe I was a lil drunk and started speaking hillbillynese. Or maybe y'all are a bunch of jackass's and just don't listen too well! Contrary to what Travis says, I'm not a glory hound. Hell I ain't here for glory. I don't care about your champions or the belts they carry! I came here to do one thing and that's take each and every- wait. I'm sorry, WE came here to do one thing and that's decimate each and every one of your beloved heroes. We came to fight folks. It's pretty simple.

We didn't come here to be recognized as bogus Gods or scary monsters, though I can guran-damn-tee you in the future your ass holes are gonna pucker when we come out because you'll find yourselves asking the question of "how bad are they gonna hurt them this time". Who else are you gonna have to witness fall at our hands? You've got top notch talents here, and they've all got some bright futures.

Or maybe they don't.

Maybe those futures are gonna be short lived at the hands of two men. Notice I say men. Not God's, not mythical creatures, not mighty heroes who soar in saving the day or stopping to wipe lil Johnny Numbnuts's dribbling chin as tears and snot roll down his face!

Just two guys who wanna do one thing and that's hurt people.

Now Travis, The Dragon wait is that the grand dragon by chance or wrong Dragon? It doesn't matter. He seems to think Braddock and I are in need of a lesson. More importantly he seems to think him and a partner of his choosing are gonna be the ones to hand out this lesson...

K: Damn right!

GM: Travis Levitt is a well known veteran and top tier wrestler here in One Wrestle. Travis has had some wars…

K: Yeah, and he has one against the Pretty GM over in Black Flag Wrestling as well…

Chevelle almost instantly turns to the commentary team and cuts them off.

Cory Chevelle: Gentlemen I can hear you. And I get what you're saying about Travis, and I know you'll find this hard to believe but I respect that. See, I too, have been in some wars during my 22 years in this business. Hell before that I was off representing this great country during the Olympics which I walked away as champion from. I get Travis Levitt is a well respected and highly regarded man around here...

Chevelle smirks, tipping his hat as he glances at the ground then as he looks back up with a straight face and cold blue eyes he says:

Cory Chevelle: I just don't give a damn and I'm not that impressed!

I'm also aware he use to be Braddocks coach. That means this sumbitch has students just like I do. To get to my point quickly because we're in Santa Monica and y'all aren't exactly known for quick thinking or intelligence, Travis and I have more in common than most might think. But there's a big difference. Travis isn't an Olympian and Travis plays by the rules. He's got a code of ethics and simply put I'd take his code of ethics, wipe my ass with em then make him eat em! Travis, tonight you'll not only learn just how far your former student has come, but you'll soon find out just where you're at when you're standing in the ring with Cory Chevelle.

Welcome. To. Silverback Country.

RUN!

Chevelle drops the hot mic and tips his hat, leaving the ring.

K: Well now, nuff said!

Singles Match
“Silly Girl” Ailyn Darrington vs. Bia

K: Back to some action.

GM: Yes and we have “Silly Girl” Ailyn Darrington taking on Bia

Ailyn jumps up and gives Bia a flying forearm. Bia staggers back while the referee calls for the bell to officially start the match.

DING DING DING!!!

Ailyn starts throwing wild punches, pounding away on the bigger woman’s midsection, forcing Bia back into the ropes. Bia swats at Ailyn with her right hand. Ailyn ducks, jumping into an enziguri kick that only catches Bia in the armpit. Bia grimaces before drilling Ailyn in the back with a big forearm shot. Ailyn goes down on all fours. Bia jumps into an Oklahoma roll.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Ailyn rolls to the ropes and slowly pulls herself up on the apron. Bia stands up and Ailyn launches herself into a slingshot flying forearm attempt. Bia catches her and swings into a side slam. Ailyn hits hard and Bia holds for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

GM: Hell of a start for Ailyn

Bia starts to get up and Ailyn pulls her down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

As the big woman starts up, Ailyn kicks at her legs and rolls away. Bia grits her teeth and then regains her standard upright posture. Ailyn scrambls to the top turnbuckle and jumps into a missile dropkick. Bia goes down and almost immediately gets back up. Ailyn jumps into a standard dropkick and Bia is staggered. Ailyn jumps into a second standard dropkick and Bia staggers a little more. Ailyn hits a basement dropkick and Bia falls to one knee. Ailyn snaps off a DDT and then goes to the top again. As she starts to set for Super Silly Girl (Black Arrow), “Run for Cover” hits. The Sinister Circle, Fierce and Madam Bedlam, step out onto the stage.

K: Business just picked up!

GM: It’s the Sinister Circle! And we already know who they want!!!

Ailyn glances over and then jumps off anyway. Bia moves, catches the smaller woman, and hits The Maelstrom (Fireman's Carry Facebuster).

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

K: BIA JUST PICKED UP THE WIN!

GM: Ailyn took her head out the game and look what happened!

Bia stands and allows her arm to be raised in victory as Ailyn rolls out to the apron.

Torres: Here is your winner…Bia!!!

As Ailyn starts to get to the floor, the Sinister Circle rushes and starts to pound away on her. The crowd starts to boo but then explodes into cheers as Brianna Matthews runs down to try and help her new tag team partner. Sinister Circle turns to meet her and the fight is on amongst the two teams.

K: The Phoenix is here!!!!

GM: AND SHE’S ON FIRE!!!!

With the crowd roaring its approval and Bia and the official watching on from the ring, security rushes down to break up the fight only for all four combatants to start fighting them instead. Security is augmented by police officers, who quickly move in with stun guns and handcuffs to pull Ailyn, Brianna, Fierce, and Madam Bedlam off of the now-bloodied security contingent. All four are dragged to the back kicking and screaming as the crowd boos and then breaks into a chant. PRS comes out to the ramp and is yelling at Brianna as the two go back and forth

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!!

"Hellraiser" by Ozzy Osbourne plays over the sound system, lights swaying across the ramp as Raze steps out on the stage.

K: Walking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

GM: That my friend is Raze and he’s been making his own waves here in One Wrestle

Fans begin to cheer as he strides down the ramp towards the ring. Rolling under the bottom rope, he gets up, climbs the second turnbuckle at the nearest corner and throws his fists up to elicit a greater response. He then crosses the ring diagonally and does the same there, getting some cheers here and a roar there. As he descends, he motions for a microphone. Upon receiving one, he waits for the music to die down and faces the hard cam.

Raze: After my last match here against Rebecca Maverick, I felt something. I felt the remainder of the rust I had gathered fall away. I have to say, it felt good.

A few whistles come from the crowd in response.

Raze: But that wasn't enough for me, I had to make sure. So, I took the open invite, went to Travis Levitt's house with a lot of beer and we beat the shit out of each other!

The crowd screams at the mention of "The Dragon" and the idea of seeing them fight.

Raze: Training like that against a heavy hitter like him, that hurt, believe me, it hurt a lot. And I loved every second of it. You see, with all the pain inflicted on me in my batches with Sam Tolson, Rebecca Maverick, and training in the Dragon's Den, it just made that old itch so much more I tense, and it's not enough. IT'S NOT ENOUGH FOR ME! I need more.

The fans get raucous, especially those who watched him when he became a worldwide name. They know what this means.

Raze: So now, it's time for me to go for fucking broke, I need more matches, more intensity, man, I just need one good fucking battle after another!

The fans in attendance seem to share his hunger. They like seeing hard-hitting matches and seem to like his willingness to seek them out. Raze begins pacing at this point as energy builds within him.

Raze: And I'm in luck. A triple threat match with William Ryder and Raijin Hunter. See, I know that these two can bring a fight, so whoever put me in a match like this with guys like them, thank you!

He puts his right hand (free hand) over his heart, reflecting his sincerity.

Raze: Thank you for throwing me into a battle I am sure to love, against opponents I know will go full fucking throttle and do whatever the fuck they please, in a match where anything goes. I love multi-person matches, I really do. Anything can happen, you always need to watch your back, people always get more creative, and no one is afraid of going hard as fuck.

His breathing quickens until his chest is heaving, while the crowd is on their feet, seemingly as eager as he is for Legendary to come around.

Raze: I can't wait. So, William, Raijin, I want you to know that I will be walking into that match with the intent to bring this house down, come out the winner, and in the process, most definitely, absolutely fucking raise hell!

A "Raze" chant starts up as "The Dread King" lets the fire in his heart take hold.

Raze: And to get something out of the way, I have been, shall we say "encouraged" to retire or quit this company, even before I got into my match with the Pittsburgh Prodigy.

The fans boo, clearly wanting to see what else he can do.

Raze: Why the hell would I leave, just as things are getting interesting? Why would I want to miss a match like this? Fuck that noise, I am most certainly going absolutely fucking nowhere.

Another cheer comes from the crowd as Raze looks towards the ramp.

Raze: I'm going nowhere, especially if matches like that get thrown my way. So, Ryder, Hunter, I know you'll be bringing your best and possibly most depraved. I damn sure hope so, I'll see you two at Legendary!

He tosses the mic aside as his music hits. He goes up to the middle turnbuckle in one corner and throws his fists up one more time to a great reaction before he leaves the ring, heads up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain.

After the brawling foursome of Genesis and Sinister Circle were brought backstage the youngest girl in the Federation is placed in a room with Six. Visibly shaken, Ailyn hugs her bestie tightly.

Ailyn: What the hell was that all about… I'm about to hit SSG for the dub and those two assholes need to come and mess it up? And, why did the security become aggressive with Brie and I, they jumped me and she evened the odds. Those stun guns really fucking hurt, btw. That cost me the match, and now I'm pissed!!!

She begins to cry on Six's shoulder.

Ailyn: I'm not so sure I can handle the mental aspect of this game, Six?

Six takes her friend's head in her hands and kisses her on the forehead.

Six: Don't say that, Sis. First off, no one wins forever and our friends are proving we have the support you crave so deeply. Second, Brie was right there to even the odds as I got stuck on the opposite side of the ring and by the time I got to you the Police were already on the four of y'all. The good thing is you're not in handcuffs like I saw Scary Mask and her lackey appeared to be.

Ai scrunched her face.

Ailyn: They should be taken to jail for nearly inciting a riot? I was already ready to handle business against Scary Mask, but now I want to smash them to make sure they don't think this is appropriate behavior! Legendary is the day I show, Madam whatever the fuck her name is, that good always prevails over evil…

The two girls sit in the room until Six excuses herself to use the restroom. When she leaves Ai does as well and gets her phone from the locker room. To make sense of what just happened she calls one of the only people that will help her make sense of what happened, her father Rixton Ruin.

Ailyn: Heya, Daddy-o!

Rixton: Are you okay, Little Love. Mom and I were watching, you didn't get arrested did you?

Ailyn: Nope, I'm in the backstage area and not sure how to process what just happened, TBH. First off, I lost because I got distracted by the presence of and then those two jumped me for no reason. I was so lucky Brie helped me out or I would have been in a really tight situation.

Rixton: This is how mainstream feds go, sweetie. Everyone is a shark and you're the fresh meat. Just remember that you got Six and she can't watch the match from the far side of the ramp.

Ailyn: Yes, sir. Lesson learned for both of us.

Rixton: And, no matter what happens in the venue you need to focus on your opponent because if you were I'm not sure you would have lost. It's all good and now you have all the reasons to go all out at the end of the months show and show that Madam Lady with the bizarre mask that you're not to be fucked with, Sweetie! Are you all good, because this show is actually really well done and the main event is about to come on?

Ailyn: Thanks for the guidance and have a great night watching the show, Pops!!

She hangs up the phone and enjoys the rest of the evening, still a bit confused by the altercation. Just then the crowd boos as a knock on the door for it to be no one else other than PRS.

PRS: Look, rough match. And I KNOW you don’t want to hear from me. But check it. I’m the face that runs the place, and I feel like you impressed everyone out there (Crowd surprisingly claps) Now everything has been smoothed over and your folks are not going to jail, just separated tonight. Get back on track, cause there are a lot more of those ahead. Not BS, but matches. Like I said, I know how ya camp feels about me but I’m speaking money language right now and I think you got some good looks out there. Chin up …(walks away down the hall)

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Tag Team Match
Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK vs. (To Be Announced) and "The Dragon" Travis Levitt

The One Arena is silenced by the foreboding music of '"The Beginning is the End is the Beginning" by Smashing Pumpkins coursing through it as we return, and all eyes turn to the stage where, for the first official time, Braddock and Cory Chevelle make their entrance for a match! The two beasts look hungry and angry, scowling at some fans that try and reach over towards them, while at ringside, the announcer raises her microphone.

Torres: The following contest is a TAG TEAM match and will end in ONE FALL. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined Five Hundred and Forty One Pounds! He is the 'Silverback' CORY CHEVELLE and his partner the 'Anti-Icon' BRADDOCK. They are REPRESENTING THE B.B.C!

Both men have reached the ring, each man making his own way in and scowling at the referee who timidly backs upto a corner. Braddock and Cory meet at center ring, sharing a quiet word before they slowly turn to the stage as their music fades.

K: Not gonna lie, B.B.C. is intimidating.

GM: Unforgettable sight, and might be quite traumatizing…

There's a slight buzz growing through the crowd as the silence reigns and anticipation builds. Finally after a long few moments, the guitar riff kicks in and the One Arena rises as one, roaring loudly as 'Through the Fire and the Flames' echoes around the arena. It only takes a few moments before Travis Levitt bursts out from the back, racing instantly to one side of the stage and pumping the crowd on. The Dragon poses for a moment and then dashes to the other side, basking in the roars of the fired up Californians, while in the ring Braddock and Cory share a quiet look and a hushed conversation.

GM: There is The Dragon! This man is all the buzz right now in One Wrestle and he’s moving up the food chain fast!

K: He thinks he’s better than PRS but fake news IS a thing nowadays!

It takes a few moments but Travis finally comes to the center of the stage, giving a final glance left and right, and then turning slowly to look at the entryway. Staring at it for a moment, he raises his wrist to look at an imaginary watch, and then looks to the entryway again. Staring for a moment, he turns and looks around him, finally spotting a nearby roadie holding a microphone and he steps over, taking the microphone in one hand and patting the roadie on the shoulder appreciatively as his music fades out. The Dragon moves back to the entryway and slowly raises his microphone with a smirk.

Travis Levitt: “Hey fellas and the FANTASTIC fans right here in THE HANGAR! How you all doing tonight?”

There's a loud cheap pop for that, but the same roadie waves at Travis, catching his attention. Travis steps towards him and leans over, and after a few moments of hushed whispers he raises his microphone.

Travis Levitt: “Huh......right.......so its The One now......and Samson paid how much?........Right. And do I get a cut of that.......Oh. Well. Thanks for the information. Good work.”

Travis pats the roadie on the shoulder and then steps back towards the middle of the entryway, tilting slightly to look past the boys in the ring towards the announcers desk.

Travis Levitt: “SAMSON! I dont care WHAT you paid, this is THE HANGAR and these are MY people. HANGAR FAITHFUL LET ME HEAR YA!”

Levitt raises his microphone quickly and there's a loud roar that makes The Dragon grin. After a moment he finally looks at the ring again, and shifts his stance slightly.

Travis Levitt: “Right. As I was saying. I'm here. And it seems like......I forgot something. Did I forget something, Hangar?”

He looks at the crowd for a moment and there's a few loud yells that make him nod his head, raising his free hand to quieten them down slightly.

Travis Levitt: “Right partner. I was supposed to have a partner. Well, uh.......truth is fellas. I've spent the best part of two weeks asking and.....I couldn't find a partner. Not ONE person was willing to team with me.”

Levitt pauses again and the crowd seem a little shook by the news, while in the ring Braddock and Cory smirk, touching fists in unity as Travis glances left and right for just a few moments and then raises the microphone again.

Travis Levitt: “Not ONE person. Because there was SO MANY DAMN OFFERS I didn't get a chance to ask ANYONE! I had almost two dozen people reach out to me, touching base to make sure I knew they were up for it! Raze! Brianna! Tolson! Kamila Rose sent me her card. Justice Cross herself said she'd come back to One Wrestle if I asked. Hell, Joshua Samson himself offered his clients as partners if I needed. Thanks Joshua! I appreciated it!”

Travis flashes a thumbs up towards the camera. The Dragon grins and then looks at the ring.

Travis Levitt: “But see, here's the thing. When I made the challenge, I knew who my partner was going to be. Because it doesn't matter if its a mansion or a hangar, I'm always going to be your mentor Braddock. And if I can teach you a lesson, I will. Every time. And this weeks lesson, is both that actions have consequences.......and that while you and the Blood hound there keep going like this, you're isolating yourself. Whereas me? I always have friends. I always have people willing to fight for me, and with me. Be they rookies like Ailyn. Veterans like Tolson. Or even someone that damn near tried to end my career. When the chips are down, I've got so many friends, because of how I handle myself. And tonight, back by my side, is my first friend in One Wrestle Movement. This right here is the PINNACLE of Friendship.....”

Travis lowers his mic, tossing it to the roadie and waiting patiently and a few moments later “Prayers for the Damned” by SIXX AM kicks in. The One Arena roars loudly in appreciation as from the back out strolls William Ryder! He is dressed and ready to fight, strolling right up beside Travis, eyes never once leaving Braddock and Cory in the ring. Travis looks at him with a smile, and after a few moments Ryder turns to Travis with a grin, raising his fist which Travis fist bumps with a smirk. At ringside the announcer climbs to his feet again.

Torres: And their opponents! Coming together at a combined Four Hundred and Forty Nine pounds. They are 'The Great ' WILLIAM RYDER and 'The Dragon' TRAVIS LEVIIIIITTTTT”

Travis and William grin and then turn to he ring, after a few seconds of staring, they give each other a nod and then charge the ring, sliding in and scrambling their feet, and right into fisticuffs with Braddock and Cory as the referee rings the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

K: SWEET BISCUITS AND GRAVY!!!!! Ryder is in the building!!!!

GM: WE’VE GOT A MATCH NOW BUDDY!

Travis and Cory are throwing hands ferociously while a raised knee from Braddock knocks some wind from Ryder. Braddock backs the smaller man up, going to whip him across the ring, and then throwing a meaty arm out as he comes back, but Ryder rolls under it,.gets back up, and nails a dropkick right to Braddocks jaw as he turns, stumbling him back against the ropes. Ryder seizes his chance charging over and landing a giant jumping forearm smash as Braddock tries to stumble off the ropes, dropping the Anti-Icon to the mat and he rolls from the ring.

Meanwhile Chevelle gets some strong right hands in on Travis' ribs, and then charges to clothesline him over the top, but Levitt drops and pulls down the top rope, and Cory tumbles out to ringside! Braddock moves around, and the Anti-Icon and the Silverback take a moment to catch their breath, letting Travis and Ryder have the ring.

K: It’s gonna take a lot more to take him down!!

GM: They….they’re just so huge!

In the ring though, Travis glances out at the pair, and then turns to Ryder, calling out and throwing his hands up, and Ryder nods and then turns and charges the ropes, Levitt sets himself as Ryder charges back, and when The Great leaps up, he plants both feet in Travis's cupped hands, and with an almighty heave The Dragon throws Ryder high, sending his friend flying, and he crashes right down on Representing the BBC with a giant plancha to a roar from the crowd!

Ryder bounces back to his feet, hopping back into the ring and Travis and Ryder slap hands with a grin. Outside the ring, Braddock and Cory slowly climb back up and the two men make their way back to a corner, while Travis and Ryder go to their corner too. Cory and Braddock share a look outside the ring, before Braddock rolls into the ring first, climbing to his feet. Travis and William look at him for a moment, and then the two share a look before Ryder slaps Travis on the shoulder and climbs out onto the apron. Travis adjusts his elbow pads and then looks towards Braddock and turns to face him. Braddock has a big beaming grin on his face as he throws his arms wide, waving Travis on with a wide smile.

Braddock: “COME ON COACH! COME GET SOME!”

Levitt turns slightly to look at the crowd, watching their buzz grow......and Travis suddenly charges forward, slamming into Braddock and dropping him with a shoulder tackle! Braddock lays down stunned for a moment, levitt standing above him, and The Dragon slowly smiles before rolling his shoulders and then turning to bounce off the opposite ropes, and then jumping over Braddock as he rolls over. Braddock scrambles up, throwing an arm at Travis for a clothesline, but The Dragon ducks it, and when Braddock spins around, Travis slaps the damn taste out of his mouth!

A stunned Brddock takes a step back, but The Dragon wastes no more time as he shoves Braddock right in the chest and screams at him. The Anti-Icon fires up fast there, throwing a big right hand to Levtt's jaw, but The Dragon fires back with a right of his own! The Coach and His Rookie are quickly throwing big mean right hands before Braddock blocks a hand and kicks Levitt right in the knee to stun him. Seizing his chance, Braddock wraps his meaty arms around The Dragon, before tossing Levitt overhead with a nasty Belly-to-Belly. As Travis bouncs up near the ropes, Ryder manages to slap a shoulder to tag himself in, but Braddock doesn't see it as he is getting back to his feet. Levitt pulls himself up using the ropes, and Braddock seizes his chance charging over and taking himself and Levitt out of the ring with a Cactus Clothesline, that sees the Anti-Icon landing on his feet. He screams at The One Arena crowd for a moment, and then turns back to the ring, and is greeted by two flying knees courtesy of a meteora from a charging Ryder!

Ryder drags Braddock up, rolling him into the ring, and then following the Anti-Icon in with a slingshot splash! He hooks a leg.

One…

Tw…Braddock kicks out easily!

K: Good sequence but this is Braddock we’re talking about here! Someone grab a truck or something!!

Ryder pulls Braddock up, setting the bigger man's head between his legs, but behind his back, Cory grabs the referee's attention, and Braddock seizes the chance, dropping down and then uppercutting Ryder right between the legs!

Crowd: OWWWWW!!!!!!!

William collapses with a groan, and somewhere Bianca Page just gasped as her hopes of getting a baby just dimmed. Braddock manages to drag himself over, slapping hands to tag in Chevelle, and the Silverback comes in a man possessed, charging over to drag Ryder up with ease, and then sending him crashing right back down with a Half-Nelson suplex. Chevy has a wide smile on his face as he climbs slowly back up, glancing over to see Levitt managing to drag himself up at his corner, and Chevy gives him a mocking little wave.

Chevelle saunters over casually to a slowly sitting up Ryder, pulling The Pinnacle up and then crashing right back down again with a sick powerbomb. The Silverback can smell the blood in the water as he drags Ryder back up, and then wraps those massive arms around him again, and tosses him ooverhead with the Belly-to-Belly Suplex! The One crowd can only watch as Ryder tries to push back up, but he's greeted by a meaty arm around his throat, and The Silverback squeezes hard with a headlock while looking right at Travis.

Cory Chevelle: “HOWS YOUR BOY NOW, COACH?”

Chevelle is clearly enjoying his moment as he squeezes down on Ryder for a moment, The Pinnacle's face reddening but Cory lets him go, instead grabbing one of Ryder's wrists and dragging him back to his corner. Reaching out he slaps hands with Braddock, and the Anti-Icon climbs into the ring, and then immediately drops a knee right on the back of Ryder's neck. Now its Braddock's turn to pull Ryder up, setting him up and then dropping him on the back of his neck with a nasty Backdrop Suplex! Braddock rolls over to cover William.

One…

Tw…Ryder forces a shoulder up.

Braddock merely smirks and shakes his head, giving a glance towards Travis who is standing and starting to slap the corner turnbuckle. Braddock pulls Ryder up, carrying him to the center of the ring, and then lifting him and crushing him to the mat with the Greenlit! (Worlds Strongest Slam) Instead of going for a cover though, Braddock pulls Ryder up, and wraps an arm around William's neck, before pointing at Travis…

Braddock: “THANKS COACH!”

…and then pulls one of Ryder's arms backwards, looking for the Crossface Chickenwing! Ryder squirms and tries to wriggle his arm free before the Anti-Icon can lock it in, but Braddock is suddenly caught off guard as 'Boneshaker' by Airbourne roars through the One Arena! All eyes turn to the stage, including the referees, and Ryder seizes his chance, throwing a foot back and catching Braddock right between the legs to break the hold! Both men slump down and now all eyes are on the stage as out hobbles Mark Kelly on a single crutch!

GM: What is Mark Kelly thinking he’s gonna do right now!!!

K: I can’t watch this!!

Kelly starts to come down the ramp as the crowd cheers him on, but inside the ring both Ryder and Braddock are making slow gains towards their corners. Braddock manages to reach out and slap hands first, but Ryder dives the last inch before Chevelle can grab his ankle, and the Silverback is greeted by a flying Dragon, as Travis flies in with a slingshot shoulder block to knock Chevelle down! Mark has managed to reach ringside, and he's screaming abuse at Braddock, who rolls entirely off the apron on wobbly legs to start making his way towards Kelly with an evil glare in his eyes.

In the ring, Levitt whips Chevelle across the ring to a corner, and then charges in and leaps, crashing down on Chevelle with the St Georges Splash! As Cheveele stumbles from the corner, Levitt boots him in the ribs, hooks his arms, and goes for Renee's Rise, but the Silverback squirms free, and greets Travis with a clothesline to the back of his neck that doubles him over. Chevelle hits the ropes, charges back, and drives Travis face-first into the mat with the Curb Stomp! The Silverback has all the momentum now and he quickly goes to a nearby corner, crouching down and waving at Travis to rise for The Bloodlust!

At ringside Braddock easily blocks Kelly's swing from the crutch, and then headbutts the Aussie right back down to the ground. The Anti-Icon laughs with a sinister smile, turning back to see Chevelle is in firm control. He claps loudly his appreciation....and is greeted by a solid steel chair shot right in his back from a hooded figure! Braddock roars and drops to his knees, and is thanked with a second solid shot, collapsing him to the ground and the crowd roars as his attacker turns and drags one of Braddock's meaty arms near the guardrail, before reaching into their pocket and producing some zipties! The attacker is quick, managing to tie each wrist individually to the guard rail, and then stepping back to throw off their hood and revealing 'The War Goddess' Bia!!

GM: I think this match is officially entered into chaos!

The crowd explodes at that, and its enough to catch Cory's attention as he turns to see what has happened, before locking eyes with Bia, who merely smiles at him. Chevelle yells at her for a moment, but he's too much of a prizefighter to stay distracted, turning to see Levitt pushing up, and The Silverback charges with a roar....but at the last moment William Ryder dives in, shoving Levitt aside and eating THE BLOODLUST himself!

Chevelle rises and stares down at the downed William, surprise in his features as he realizes who he speared. It takes him a moment but suddenly he looks left and right as he realizes something, and then turns around......and eats a RESURRECTION KICK right to the jaw! Outside the ring, Braddock is stirring, tugging at his hands but there not going anywhere yet, and inside the ring, Travis drags Cory up, pushing him into the ropes and as he bounces back Levitt lifts him up, and with a couple of turns he slams Chevelle down in the center of the ring with BLACK DEATH (Tour Of The Islands)!!

K: BLACK DEATH! BLACK DEATH!

GM: Pin now Travis! You’ve done it!

Levitt throws his weary body on top of Chevelle, and just as the referee hits the mat, Ryder manages to collapse himself on the pile too, and the referee counts.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this tag team match…Travis Levitt and William Ryder!!

Just then “Back in Black” hits the speakers and Travis and Ryder look up to the ramp. Meanwhile ANOTHER masked figure climbs over the rail and beats the still ziptied Braddock in his ribs and takes a shot to the face with a wooden bat! Braddock slumps over knocked out as the man takes off through the crowd. Both William and Travis don’t get a good look since they turned around too late but celebrate nonetheless.

GM: Looks like someone got a hold of Stanton’s music.

K: As it would appear - looks like it was supposed to be a distraction but Travis and Will won…sooo?

As the static clears, we see Douglas Crane kneeling on the floor, still wearing his wrestling gear from Massive 4, with his gloved hands bound behind him with plastic zip ties. A spotlight is on him, allowing us to see the expression on his face which is complete disappointment. Candles begin to be turned on, one by one, on the walls, revealing a court room of sorts, circular, with only one door leading in or out of the room. There are three rows of benches, leading up, which hug the walls in that similar circular shape. In those benches, you see many, too many perhaps, Douglas Cranes. The ones on the first row all wear judges’ robes and each hold a gavel on their hands. In the second row is different versions of Douglas Crane, some we’ve met, some we haven’t… and on the last row, little Ms. Crane sits with the Crane that wears the red leather apron and red gloves and looks completely demented… He is in a catcher’s stance, rocking slowly from left to right, looking ready to pounce. One of the Judge Cranes speaks.

Judge Crane: Douglas Crane, you have been brought forth to this court, for your recent failures at 1WM.

Crane keeps looking down not reacting at all.

Judge Crane: Offense one came in May of last year, you lost to Sidney Simon and she went on to receive a title shot of sorts.

The other judges collectively say “guilty”, slamming their gavels down, causing little Ms. Crane to become happy.

Judge Crane: Offense two came a month later, you barely made an impact in a battle royal that would have earned you a title shot.

Once again, the judges collectively say “guilty”, slamming their gavels a little harder, and now little Ms. Crane stands on her seat clapping, feeling that a decision will be made soon that will benefit her.

Judge Crane: And your third, and final offense comes just few days ago, to close out the year… You lost to man who claims to be a god, and you fought a match like you never had fought before… and that is not a compliment… You looked nothing like us, nothing like the Crane fans, but more importantly, your opponents have come to know... and fear. You embarrassed us and lost the chance to become the first ever, Pride of 1WM Champion.

One final time, the judges say ‘guilty’ in unison, gavels slammed harder, and Little Ms. Crane can’t help but scream out ‘yes!’ in joy. The judges continue to ignore her.

Judge Crane: You claim to be a grappler, but you looked nothing like one, and now you are left without a purpose in that promotion… Before we make a ruling, do you have anything to say for yourself?

The Grappler remains emotionless, speechless.

Judge Crane: Nothing huh? Well, you never were a talker, that’s why you needed Mr. Personality… Where is he by the way?

No one answers.

Judge Crane: No matter, we don’t need him for a ruling. We only need you and you, little Ms. Crane.

"Finally" Little Ms. Crane says, she hops her way over the benches and stands in the middle of the floor, right next to Crane.

Judge Crane: So here it is, our verdict, we find you guilty… Little Ms. Crane.

Little Ms. Crane: Wait, what?!

A jail cell materializes out of nowhere, entrapping her. Douglas Crane stands up and then rips the zip ties binding him. He checks his wrists just like anyone else does after getting handcuffs or bindings removed, and then turns to face her.

Judge Crane: For sabotaging The Grappler, and for releasing far too many identities at once… More than our host has ever been able to handle, we find you guilty to serve another sentence, and you are moved to the end of the line, to the last floor in the hotel.

Little Ms. Crane: What?! Nooooo! That is no fair, I did nothing!

The jail cell begins to lower into the floor below, disappearing.

Judge Crane: Grappler…

Douglas Crane looks up.

Judge Crane: We are giving you another chance, to return to One Wrestle Movement, and find a way to bounce back. Yes, you did not win the Pride Championship, but you were one win away. With a little more time, we feel you can accomplish great things…

Crane simply nods.

Judge Crane: At the same time, we need you to find everyone else that got out, and return them by any means necessary. Do you understand?

Crane nods again.

Judge Crane: Good, you may go, and please find Mr. Personality first.

Crane nods one last time as he turns and begins to walk out, but as he reaches the door and grabs the knob, he turns around and looks up.

Douglas Crane: Are you coming?

Everyone looks back at the last row, and The Monstrosity smiles that sick and disturbing smile of his, before running down the steps, sliding across the floor and then stands before Crane.

Release me?

Crane opens the door and with an even bigger smile, it runs out. Crane follows and closes the door behind him.

Broadcasting LIVE on ISM Global January 31st, 2024 from The One Arena in Santa Monica, California

Main Event

Glory Championship Match
Rebecca Maverick vs. "The Ultra Violent Demi Goddess" Rowena Bryne ©

Torres: The following is the GLORY 32 MAIN EVENT for the GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be
I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way
I’ll be the watcher (Watcher) of the eternal flame
I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

Rebecca Maverick walked out to the center of the stage with her head held high and both arms stretched out wide on each side of her. The confident brunette smirked at the camera while a display of pyros went off behind her. Rebecca pointed her index finger into the camera lens while she strutted down the ramp talking trash on her opponent that evening.

Oh, I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass, glass, glass
Oh, I try to picture me without you, but I can’t

Rebecca was seen wearing a black and gold wrestling crotch top along with a matching vest. She supported the city of Pittsburgh with a matching pair of black/gold knee pads and kick padded boots which aligned perfectly with the pair of black/gold booty wrestling shorts she commonly wore on occasion. The beautiful brunette flashed off her perfect smile towards the camera, as she circled the center of the ring with her head held up high and arms spread out wide beside her, clearly showing off the amount of confidence she carried entering the match.

'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long
And live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds….standing at a height of five feet seven inches….she is the challenger….REBECCCCCAAAAAA MAVERICCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!

GM: And here we go! What a way to finish out a great night than with a great Glory Championship match!!!

K: Gotta agree!

"Nightmare" by Nyxx plays as Rowena Bryne, Glory Championship around her waist, makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is the current reigning and defending Glory Champion….she is the Ultra Violent Demi Goddess……ROWENNNNNNNAAAA BRYNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

GM: She beat the Pretty Boy for that title, she is the new Glory Champion, and this is her first title defense for 2024!

The referee looks at both women and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

With the match officially underway, Rowena runs forward and immediately takes Rebecca off of her feet with a big clothesline! Rebecca tries to pull herself back up, but Rowena runs and practically charges through Rebecca! Rebecca rolls out to the floor to create some space between the two. She tries to catch her breath before Rowena exits from the opposite end of the ring. She runs around the ring, hitting Rebecca with a shoulder block that practically sends her flying into the crowd! Rebecca holds on to the guardrail. Glaring, Rowena waits for the perfect moment to strike.

K: Very aggressive and very violent start to this match!

GM: Would you expect anything different from Rowena of all people?

K: No...I wouldn’t…

Rebecca turns around to face Rowena and Rowena hits her with a throat thrust! She then puts both of her hands around Rebecca’s throat. The referee starts his count in the ring. Rowena tries to lift Rebecca into the air for a chokebomb on the floor. Rebecca blocks the attempt at just the right moment! She quickly hops up onto the apron and steadies herself for just a second. Rebecca then leaps off of the ropes and hits Rowena with an Asai moonsault! The fans are on their feet showing their support for the move. Rebecca soaks in the response for a second before rolling Rowena into the ring. Rowena immediately begins to pull herself back up to her feet as Rebecca slides into the ring. Rebecca bounces off of the ropes and hits Rowena with a running dropkick! Rebecca then hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…Rowena throws Rebecca off!

K: Rowena is playing with her for sure

GM: Rebecca is coming out strong

Rowena drags herself back up to her feet. She yells at Rebecca and dares her to try again. Rebecca doesn’t hesitate – running forward and blasting Rowena with a forearm smash that staggers the Glory Champ. Rowena yells at Rebecca to try again. Rebecca pauses for a moment before giving it a second attempt – only to have Rowena deliver a spinning side slam! Rowena hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

THR…KICKOUT!!

Rebecca tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Rowena responds by BLASTING Rebecca in the mouth with an elbow smash! The impact sends Rebecca staggering into the ropes. Smirking, Rowena hoists Rebecca up in a vertical suplex position. She holds her there for a moment before spiking Rebecca into the canvas! Rowena hooks the leg again.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!!

K: Close!

GM: Rebecca won’t go away that easy!

Rowena stomps away on Rebecca for a moment before smirking. The Glory Champ stands back and waits for Rebecca to reach her feet. Rebecca stumbles over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to keep herself upright. Sensing an opening, Rowena runs and tries to flatten Rebecca! Just before the impact, Rebecca ducks out of the way! Rowena crashes into the turnbuckle and struggles to regain her footing. Rebecca grabs hold of her from behind and plants Rowena on the mat with a Russian leg sweep! She hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

TH…KICKOUT!!

Rowena immediately starts to pull herself back. Rebecca charges at her to cut her off, hitting Rowena with a knee strike! Though the impact slows Rowena down, it doesn’t stop her. Rebecca bounces off of the ropes again – connecting with a second knee strike for good measure! This time, she pulls Rowena in and tries to wrestle the Ultra Violent Demi Goddess into position for a move! At the last possible second, Rowena manages to shove Rebecca away. Rebecca stumbles back toward the ropes. Rowena rushes in and kicks her in the mouth with a big boot! Rebecca somehow remains on her feet – grabbing hold of the ropes to stay upright.

GM: My gawd the face strikes in this one

K: Rowena simply showing why she is the Glory Champion! I heard a rumor Stanton was crushing on her

GM: ….Stop that.

Rowena charges at Rebecca to send her out to the floor! Just before she can make impact, Rebecca pulls down on the ropes and sends Rowena crashing to the floor instead! The referee starts his count in the ring, but Rebecca shakes her head. She pauses and waits for Rowena to reach her feet. Once she’s standing, Rebecca launches herself over the ropes and hits Rowena with tope con hilo! Both women crash to the floor!

GM: AND BOTH ARE DOWN! MY GOD!

Rebecca and Rowena both start to stir. Rebecca backs away from Rowena and rests against the guardrail to recover. In the ring, the referee starts his count.

One…

Two…

Three….

Four…Rowena finally reaches her feet and, noticing an opening, charges at Rebecca. Just before she can connect, Rebecca ducks out of the way!

Five…Rowena goes crashing through the guardrail and into the crowd. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Six…

Seven….

Eight…Rebecca notices and tries to dive back into the ring

Nine...Rowena yanks Rebecca back onto the floor!

Ten!

The referee calls for the bell.

Torres: As a result of a double count out, this match has been declared a draw!

Rowena ignores the announcement and boos from the crowd, instead keeping her attention on Rebecca, putting the boots to her back to keep her worn down. She then pulls Maverick to her feet by the hair and walks her around the ring, before throwing her opponent back-first into the steel steps near the timekeeper's table!

GM: Rowena keeping up the assault, but the match is over! This is totally unnecessary!

Rowena grabs her Glory championship from the timekeeper's table and folds it up. Rebecca slowly gets to her feet, holding a hand to her back. As she turns around, she gets blasted in the head with the title, knocking her to the floor! Rowena then pulls the now bleeding Rebecca Maverick to her feet and throws into the ring, quickly following with title in hand. Setting her title aside, she uses her long nails to claw at the cut on Rebecca's head, causing her opponent to scream in pain.

Rowena then decides to get off of Maverick and grabs the belt, but a cheer erupts from the crowd as Raze runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, under the bottom rope. Raze gets up and holds a hand out, palm down as he tries to talk Rowena into cooling off. The Ultra-Violent Demigoddess argues back, pointing at him as she voices her disapproval at his interference.

GM: And now Raze is trying to speak some sense into the Glory Champion and here comes Ricky and the boos begin!

Raze continues trying to reason with her and she nods in agreement, stepping away from Rebecca and past Raze, who goes to check on Rebecca. As he does so, Rowena calls out, getting Raze to turn back to her and is blasted in the face with the championship!

K: MY GOD!

GM: And she’s cleared Razes clock on that one!

Raze is knocked back, but grabs the top rope to stay up. He gives himself some time and shakes it off as best he can, putting a hand to his head. His eyes widen as he notices he's bleeding and his face sets like stone, teeth gritted in anger. He glares at the Glory champion as he steps away from the ropes to confront her, his knuckles white as they ball into tight fists. Rowena laughs, pointing at Raze until she notices his approach, her face taking on a more serious expression as she- along with the crowd- realises it's not over.

GM: Raze came in as the voice of reason, but now it looks like he's here to fight!

Seeing an opportunity, Rowena lunges at him, belt in hand, but Raze is ready for it, ducking out of the way and grabbing a wrist as she turns round. An Irish whip sends her to the ropes and on the return, rears up the title for another blow to the head, but Raze leaps up and nails a rolling sobat kick, sending the championship into Rowena's head! She falls to the mat, her head also busted open.

In a fit of anger, he grabs Rowena's left wrist, steps over and rolls down into Lucifer's Call (Gogoplata)! Rowena struggles against the hold and even claws at his face, but she can't reach! The referee tries to intervene, but gets no response at first. When the official finally gets him to release the hold, Rowena is out cold. Ricky climbs in the ring finally and yells at Raze to get away that it’s over. Raze glares at Stanton as Stanton stands over Rowena.

GM: Stanton is trying to get control here looks like.

Raze starts to get up, grabs the belt and raises it up in both hands as he gets to his feet. He is about to bring it down on her a second time...BUT STANTON STEPS IN THE WAY! The crowd is on their feet as Stanton yells at Raze to stand down…..Raze stops himself. Breathing fast, he visibly struggles against the urge to do it again. The crowd is yelling “DO IT DO IT DO IT” as Stanton is yelling at him to stand down before he gets put down

After a moment, Raze raises the title in his left hand, as though he'd won it, and tosses it down on the mat, next to Byrne's head. After shaking off the pain in his head- or perhaps something else - he walks over to Rebecca and helps her out of the ring, walking her round to and up the ramp as Rowena is left laid out in the ring.

GM: I…..I don’t know what to think!

K: OUR BELOVED GM GOT CONTROL OF THE SITUATION that’s what I think!

GM: And now medics are here to help Rowena come back to as Stanton stands back and well, I think we’re out of time!

The show ends with Ricky stepping out the ring and speaking to officials as the show fades to black.

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