Legendary 46 "I Do What I Want" (31 January 2024)
Feb 7, 2024 21:56:56 GMT -8
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"Pretty" Ricky Stanton is seen arriving in the parking deck via limo. The Pretty Boy hops out smiling as he can hear the boos, obviously from the camera being right there to show the action backstage. Ricky, in a black suit is walking and smiling at people when Butterscotch Monroe approaches....
BM: Mr. Stanton, you are in the Main Event tonight on Legendary and over the past couple of months you've taken a great deal of heat from the majority of the roster. Your thoughts Sir??
PRS: (Drops his blue blockers down on his nose) Let me tell you, and everyone that's watching right now. I found it very interesting how moments after last month's fiasco with Ya Girl Q - a person who could NOT manage to think enough to get me back in the ring to get the pin was IMMEDIATELY thrown back into yet another match with me but this time, Oh, it's a tag match with that dog Aleki Kekoa. This is the work of Joshie. He got EMBARASSED THAT HIS CLIENT COULDN'T CLOSE THE DEAL and it was like, moments afterwards oh, "I'm being blessed to face them again" WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN WANT THE MATCH.
I've been made out to be some bad guy in this fed to the point that you fans actually believe the BS that's coming out of everyone's mouth! If anything I'm the victim here! I have done EVERYTHING that has been asked of me. I have rung EVERY BELL, and everything that I have done has been allowed by the higher uppers but oh, the Pretty Boy is the problem. The Pretty GM is the issue. Here's the issue: I'M A MEANS TO AN END. That's right. I am the solution to your careers being forgettable. I'm the reason you can't sleep at night. I am the reason you cannot solidify your championship reigns.
Let's cut deeper: (Camera gets close) I'm the reason three quarters of you are NOT in the Main Event conversation. And the rest of you don't even EXIST in my world. I'm just that good. Just that pretty. Ya hate it. And I know Joshie's gonna be like, "Why is he so bent up on me???" here's the deal with that: He likes to keep the distractions off of him and run things from the shadows. I bring it to the light and he immediately rails at me. The first thing about a cult is to mock the truth eh?
Let's not forget Braddock who all of a sudden got a brain. Brianna who has no idea who the hell she is, a corrupt Doctor in the Roster, and a mouthy rookie who thinks she's more than what she is.
I AM THE SUMMIT everyone here at 1WM is climbing. I am the highest wall to get over. I AM THE BIGGEST THING GOING ON RIGHT NOW and if you don't believe it then explain why I am in the Main Event....AGAIN. Everyone talks a good game until the Pretty Boy comes to collect them receipts then everyone wants to be a Philosopher Raptor. EVERY time I've heard AK speak.
Every time I've heard Q squeal out some damn sound...
Every TIME I've seen Joshie bow to that dog
It makes me understand why Roosters get up and immediately scream to start their day. Goodbye.
Ricky walks on with his Goons.
The cameras cut to another area outside of the arena as a long black car pulls up and when it stops, a man dressed in a black suit with a mirror ball mask gets out and walks to the back to open a door as two more men in suits with mirror ball masks get out and each stand to a side of the door as Jacob Striker and the rest of his crew get out of the car.
Jacob: Alright Lady and Gentlemen, we’ve got quite the night ahead of us. You all know what needs to be done tonight, correct?
The assembled group nod their heads in agreement to Jake’s question which causes the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” to give a wide smile.
Jacob: Very well then, let us proceed shall we!
The group then heads into the arena as the screen fades..
One Wrestle Movement
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Live from the One Arena in Santa Monica, California
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the One Arena in Santa Monica, California
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and Joshua Samson are seated.
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY FORTY-SIX “I DO WHAT I WANT”!!!!
Samson: Is it really necessary to scream that, Taj?
Taj: I just want those watching on our new application, ISM Global, to hear me over this sold out crowd here in The One Arena in beautiful Santa Monica, California!
Samson: I see what you did there. Very clever.
Taj: I have my moments.
Samson: Speaking of moments….everyone get out of your seats and pay respect to THE SINGLE GREATEST 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IN THIS COMPANY’S HISTORY!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons blares as the arena is electric, anticipation pulsating through the air as Ya Girl Q takes center stage, standing in the center of the ring, the 1WM World Heavyweight Title slung over her shoulder. Q is not dressed to compete just yet as she is still donning a purple dress and knee high leather boots.
Samson: The champ cleans up nice, doesn’t she, Taj?
Taj: Even though you’re only saying that because Q is your client, she actually does indeed, Joshua.
The crowd is a sea of cheers from the fans that have grown to respect Ya Girl Q, eager to hear what she has to say about her upcoming clash with Ricky Stanton and Samantha Tolson.
Ya Girl Q: Well, well, well, look at us, here at Legendary 46: 'I Do What I Want.' Ain't that fitting? Because, you see, that's exactly what I've been doing for over a year now. Can you believe it's been over a whole calendar year since I officially held this precious piece of gold for the first time? Seems like just yesterday, I snatched it away from the doubters and naysayers.
She pauses, a self-satisfied smirk crossing her lips.
Ya Girl Q: 398 days, 9,552 hours, and not a single soul able to pry it from these perfectly manicured hands. That's quite an accomplishment, wouldn't you say?
The crowd erupts in cheers, acknowledging Q's impressive title reign.
Samson: That’s why she’s The Greatest.
Taj: Quiet, Joshua.
Ya Girl Q: But let's rewind a bit, shall we? December, the last time we all gathered, and what a night it was. Massive IV, the biggest night of the year in One Wrestle Movement. Yours truly in the ring with the master manipulator, Ricky Stanton. The match ends in a double countout, but does Stanton gracefully accept the outcome? Oh, no.
Her eyes narrow, remembering the post-match assault.
Ya Girl Q: No, Ricky couldn't just let it be. He had to make a statement. His ego was so bruised by the fact that he couldn’t keep me down for a pinfall that he needed to create his own “Massive Moment.” So what does he do? Hits me with the Rainmaker right on the cold, unforgiving concrete. Classic Stanton move, right?
She rubs her jaw, recalling the impact.
Ya Girl Q: Since then, I've had to deal with doctors, evaluations, people questioning if I'm fit to compete. Torments from the likes of Stanton online about how for the past year I have had to overcome obstacle after obstacle, sneak attack after sneak attack, move from doctors appointment to doctors appointment just to get cleared to wrestle each month. Well, here I am, standing, holding this title, and ready for whatever comes next.
The crowd roars in support as Q defiantly raises the title.
Samson: Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Taj: Sit down!
Ya Girl Q: But tonight, it's not about the title. It's about something more primal, more visceral. It's about retribution. Stanton, you wanted my attention, and by the gods, you've got it.
She paces the ring, the anger beneath the surface palpable.
Ya Girl Q: So, let's talk about tonight. Aleki Kekoa, the newest member of The Samson Family. We might not be sharing cookies and swapping life stories, but we've got a common enemy, don't we? Perhaps you’ve finally seen the light and how to operate in order for opportunities to open up.
A sly grin plays on her lips as she acknowledges the alliance.
Ya Girl Q: Stanton, Tolson, you're stepping into the lion's den tonight. Samantha, you and I don’t quite have the history I do with Stanton. To my recollection this just might be our second time standing across the ring from each other… Well, ever. The last time being in a small little building in Oregon in which someone yeeted you off a balcony and into the ring. Ever the opportunist, I took advantage of that moment and took the dub. Aleki, there’s a balcony right over there.
Q points over to one of the tunnels leading out to the concessions area with a playful smirk on her face. That smirk, however, turns back into a scowl pretty quickly.
Ya Girl Q: Ricky, you are the one that made this even more personal than it already was. You talk about me giving in and just coming back home and yet you turn around and do what you did? That wasn’t about testing my resolve. That wasn’t about proving whether or not I was tough enough or strong enough for you. You tried to end my career. You made it about more than championships and titles. You put me through hell, and tonight, I'm not just out to beat you. I'm out to make you pay for every moment of doubt, every second of pain.
The crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch as Q delivers her final lines.
Ya Girl Q: I do what I want, Ricky, and tonight, what I want is to put YOU through hell. Get ready, 1WM universe, because Ya Girl Q is about to remind everyone why I'm the queen of this damn castle. Let the countdown begin, because tonight, I'm out for blood. Let's do this!
With a defiant toss of the mic, Ya Girl Q exits the ring, leaving the audience in a frenzy of cheers, eagerly anticipating the main event showdown.
In the midst of the catering section, Brianna Matthews swiftly moved from table to table clearing away remnants of a feast gone by. Her hands worked with practiced efficiency, scraping uneaten food into a massive garbage can, the clattering sounds of discarded plates echoing through the air.
Undeterred by the wasteful task at hand, Brianna’s focus shifted to ensuring the tables were pristine. Armed with a damp cloth, she meticulously wiped away any lingering traces of the culinary celebration.
Just as Brianna neared completion of her clean-up duties, a group of men entered the scene, carrying trays loaded with steaming lasagna. The rich aroma of the Italian delicacy wafted through the air, signaling arrival of the main course. With military precision, they strategically placed plates and forks on the tables, so people could enjoy the food.
In the middle of the men bringing in the food, plates, and forks, Brianna’s attention was momentarily diverted. Recognizing her role that evening extended beyond the catering section, she gracefully took charge of the situation. Balancing two plates of lasagna and two forks in her hands and navigated through the maze of bustling activity towards the locker room area.
Once she got to the men’s locker room door a smirk appeared on her face along with her raising one of her eyebrows. Waiting a few minutes one of the backstage crew walked over opening the door for her and checked to make sure the men were decent. Walking in she walked over to where William Ryder had his bag and sat one of the plates of lasagna down then walked over to where Travis Levitt’s bag was and sat his plate down.
“You probably thought I was joking. But when I tell people I am going to do something, I do it. So um yeah, there is your dinner. If you want more then you have to go where catering was. But um, I threw the catered stuff in the garbage. Don’t tell Joe.”
The camera man focused on her as she walked out of the room and back towards the hall.
Singles Match
Bia vs. Cory Chevelle
Bia vs. Cory Chevelle
The crowd is on their feet waiting for the first match to officially begin when the lights cut out. The entire arena is pitch black until white light briefly flashes from the stage. The light flickers a few times until going completely pitch black again before "Promentory" begins playing.[/i]
Around the one minute mark of the solo, the stage lights up and begins filling with smoke. There's a massive silhouette of something but the crowd can't quite see who or what it is yet. The suspense builds until finally, emerging from the smoke is a massive Kodiak bear and riding him is none other than Cory Chevelle. The camera pans around the arena showing the fans reactions. People are losing their minds and booing Chevelle while faintly chants of a die hard fan base can be heard rising up. "Chevy's-Gonna-Kill-You".
The bear stops on stage and waits for his master's command before proceeding down the ramp.
Taj: I can't believe my eyes! Is he serious?!
Samson: Barely! Ha, get it? BARELY!
Taj: Uggghhh….
Binky the bear begins moving forward. He shows growls and snarls at the crowd as Chevelle commands everyone to keep their hands in. The majestic animal moves methodically down to the ring where Chevelle dismounts from him and tells him to sit, and the bear obeys like that of a loyal dog. Now Chevelle turns to the ring and hops up on to the apron, he enters through the ropes and pops his neck, juggling his pecs at the crowd and taunting them.
Taj: You have to wonder if 1WM will be getting a call from the ASPCA once word gets out that Cory not only brought a bear to the ring but actually rode on him?!
Samson: I’m about to call them right now.
DING DING DING!!!
Bia wastes zero time in charging at Cory lashing out with a forearm to the head, catching him by surprise! Cory takes a step back to steady himself and gets an arm up to block a second one. Bia decides to mount some pressure against the bigger opponent so she keeps trying to get some hits in with a right hand, which is blocked, but Bia connects with another attempt, backing him up against the ropes and goes for the Irish whip. Cory reverses and sends Bia across the ring and steps forward as she rebounds, flipping her with a knee to the gut.
Cory follows up by pulling her up and hitting a scoop slam. Bia arches her back in pain from the impact and slowly gets up. Cory grabs her in a front facelock and hoists her up for a suplex, but it gets countered when Bia lands on her feet behind him and shows why she’s called Power Personified when she nails a German suplex! Bia bridges for the pin.
One…
Two…Kick out!
Both competitors get to their feet and Bia looks to catch him off-guard with a clothesline, but Cory ducks under and applies a rear waistlock, returning the favour with a German suplex of his own, but releases instead of going for a pin. Cory walks around her, like a shark circling its prey. A stomp to the back stops Bia as she tries to get up and the jeers come from the crowd. Cory brushes off the crowd reaction and pulls Bia up to her feet, firing off a couple of right hands, before taking her to the ropes. Irish whip sends Bia across the ring, but Bia ducks the clothesline! She hits the ropes, continuing her momentum and goes low, hitting Cory with a chop block to the front of the knee, taking the big man down!
Bia gets to her feet and shakes her head to clear the cobwebs from the hits and steps back as Cory sits up. She then rushes forward to hit a low clothesline, knocking him back down. Bia picks Cory up to his feet and goes for a suplex, but the Silverback blocks it. She tries again, but again, it’s blocked, allowing Chevelle to hoist Bia up with a suplex of his own, keeping her in the air for 5 seconds before dropping back hard on the mat! Chevelle covers.
One…
Two…Kick out!
Taj: The rivalry between Cory and Bia has grown exponentially in the past few months.
Samson: It definitely has, Taj.
Cory shakes off the cobwebs and grabs Bia’s arm, holding her in place as he brings down and elbow into her shoulder and then a second time. Keeping hold of her arm, Cory takes her to her feet, pulls her arm over the back of his head and hits a belly to back suplex. Bia arches her back in pain and rolls away from Cory, but he follows her and grabs her by the hair. The official steps in and calls for The Silverback to let go, but he ignores him, only letting go when Bia is on her feet. Cory takes her to the nearby corner and lights her up with some chops. The crowd chant at the strikes made most famous by the legendary Dick Blair.
Crowd: WOO! WOO! WOO!
The third chop gets Bia fired up as she retaliates with a forearm to the face, forcing Cory back a step. She hits him with a second one to gain more ground and then a headbutt to the jaw, staggering him. Bia runs off the ropes and hits a basement dropkick to the same knee she had hit earlier on, dropping Cory to the mat. Bia then grabs the ankle and lets out a few kicks to the back of the knee in order to weaken the leg. She then tries to follow up with a figure four, but Chevelle kicks her away with his good leg.
Bia stops herself with the ropes and sees Cory getting up to one knee and moves in. As Cory tries to get up, she kicks out at the back of his knee, hobbling him further, but he doesn’t go down. With each strike, he hobbles further forward until, in one such attempt, he throws a back elbow, catching her in the head! Bia staggers back as Cory tries to shake things off in his leg. As he turns around, Bia launches herself as hard as she can at him for a spear, the impact sending both through the lower rope and spilling to the outside!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The official looks over the top rope to the two combatants, calling to them to check whether or not they can continue. When he sees signs of life from each of them, he begins his count.
One…
Two…
Both competitors turn away from each other, getting to all fours.
Three…
Bia is up to one knee, her left hand resting on the raised knee, while Cory is on both, but holds the ring apron for balance.
Four…
Cory pulls himself up using the apron, while Bia pushes off with her hand to help herself up.
Five…
As they turn to face each other, their expressions change. Cory’s look is one of dismissive contempt, while Bia looks on him with seething anger. As they stare down, neither appears responsive to the ref’s count.
Six…
Having regained their breath, the two swing at one another, right hands thrown squarely at the head. Cory, then Bia. Cory, then Bia, until they’re both simultaneously swinging wild with little care to protect themselves.
Seven…
Eight…
A knee lift from Cory interrupts Bia’s attacks before grabbing the back of her head and slamming it onto the guard rail. He limps slightly as he follows Bia, who has staggered away from him.
Nine…
She comes to rest at the ring steps, but Cory decides to charge in, hurt leg and all, to keep the attack going- only for Bia to sidestep and let Cory crash into the steps!
TEN!!
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a double count-out, this match is a NO CONTEST!
Taj: These two hate each other so much that all regard for getting back into the ring to continue has been thrown out!
Bia adds insult to injury with a kick to the back before her opponent can get up. She then gets into the ring and watches him slowly get to his feet. As he does so, she calls out to him and motions with her hand to get back into the ring.
Samson: These two meatheads don’t even realize that they’ve both been counted out and the match is over!
The Silverback wastes no time in obliging her, but as the two meet again in the ring to continue the fight, Braddock rushes the ring and nails Bia with a hard right, knocking her down to one knee.
Taj: And here comes Cory’s tag team partner!
Samson: BEAT HER DOWN!
Just then, “Boneshaker” by Airbourne hits as Mark Kelly comes down the ramp, favouring his leg as he makes his way down as quickly as his previous injury allows, aided by adrenaline, eyes locked on Braddock, who has turned to see him coming. Cory hits Bia with a clothesline, knocking her to the mat so he can turn his attention to the Wildcard.
Taj: Mark is on the way to save his tag team partner!
Samson: He looks like crap! Isn’t he supposed to be facing Braddock like right now?
Mark stops at the ringside area, watching as Braddock leans over the ropes, taunting him and beckoning him to come forward. Mark tentatively approaches, but pulls back as Braddock throws a downward punch. As Braddock starts to beckon again, Mark quickly hops up and grabs Braddock’s head and drops down with a hotshot, causing the bigger man to recoil and bring his hands up to his throat. Kelly then gets in the ring and hits Braddock in the back with a running front dropkick to the small of Braddock’s back, sending him stumbling into Cory, which causes him to stagger back.
Taj: Mark quickly evening the odds!
Chevelle is about to retaliate when Bia, freshly back to her feet, grabs him by the back of his head and runs toward the ropes to throw him out, but Cory uses his superior strength to reverse it, sending her between the top and middle ropes to the outside! He then turns around, just in time to take a flying headscissors from Mark that sends him to the mat and causes him to roll out of the ring. As Mark kips up to his feet, he is seized from behind by Braddock, who gets him high into the air and crashing down with a full nelson slam, just as the referee signals for the bell to ring to start the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Singles Match
“Wildcard” Mark Kelly vs. BRADDOCK
“Wildcard” Mark Kelly vs. BRADDOCK
Taj: This match is about ten minutes too early but it seems like we are ging to get right into it!
Samson: Might as well, Taj. It’s apparent why this Legendary is subtitled “I Do What I Want”.
Outside the ring, Cory and Bia are on their feet, both looking tired from their match, but still willing to fight as they trade right hands. Cory doubles Bia up with a knee lift to the gut and grabs the back of her head, walking her to the nearest corner of the barrier, He goes to slam her head into it, but Bia puts her foot out onto the barricade, stopping the attack and elbows Cory in the midsection, followed by another, and another, before shoving him towards the barricade. Backing up a few steps, she takes a running start and hits a clothesline, sending them
both over it and into the crowd!
Back in the ring, Braddock picks Mark up off the mat and hits him with a body blow, before taking him to the ropes. He shoots Mark off the ropes with an Irish whip and follows through with a shoulder block that sends Kelly back down. The Australian Ace gets back to his feet, but Braddock is waiting and throws him back down with a side belly-to-belly suplex. Braddock backs up and stalks the Wildcard as he finds his way back to his feet. Braddock runs forward a few steps and lets out a kick to the back of Mark’s injured knee, sending him back down.
Samson: I don’t think this Mark fellow should have been cleared for this match.It’s clear he’s in no shape.
Outside the ring, Bia and Cory are brawling in the crowd, firing off punches to the head. Cory grabs her by the throat and lifts her off her feet, but a kick to the front of the knee stops him. Bia lunges at Chevelle, wrapping her arms around his knees in a rugby tackle. She tries to follow up with a mount, but a punch to the head knocks her off. Both get to their feet and battle deeper into the crowd. Bia goes for a haymaker, but Cory gets out of the way and shoves her forward. As Chevelle follows up with a clothesline, Bia sidesteps him and gets a hand to the back of his head, sending him into a wall. Bia follows up with a few shots to the head, each blow taking them farther and farther from the ring. When Cory retaliates, his punches are the last we see before they disappear from sight.
In the ring, Braddock grabs Mark by his ankle, continuing the punishment with a kick to the back of the bad knee and then pulls at the leg, forcing the knee straight, looking to hyperextend the joint. Braddock then drags Kelly to a corner and slides out of the ring, grabs his foot again and pulls the leg under the bottom rope. He holds Mark’s foot high and throws it down, slamming the back of the knee into the ring apron. Mark rolls to his side in pain, but can’t draw his leg back as the Anti-Icon has taken hold of it again, while the official begin a count.
One…
Two…
Braddock pulls Mark towards the ring post and carefully wraps the leg around the ring post before hitting a big boot, crushing the leg between his foot and the ring post. This time, Mark is able to roll away, clutching his knee.
Three…
Braddock rolls back into the ring, grinning as the fans boo and jeer him.
Mark drags himself back as Braddock approaches him, trying to buy himself time, but Braddock hoists him uu to his feet, takes the Australian Ace to the ropes and shoots him across the ring with an Irish whip, but Kelly collapses to the mat as his knee gives out. Braddock stomps on Mark’s chest before picking him up and placing him in the corner, against the turnbuckles and lights him up with a few chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOO! WOO! WOO!
Taj: Braddock is just so vicious!
Samson: He’s no God Mode or the Greatest but every thing he does in the ring is with malicious intent. A very good quality to have.
Braddock walks back to around the centre of the ring and rushes forward with a corner clothesline, but Mark throws up his good leg, hitting Braddock square in the jaw! Mark taps the foot of his injured leg on the mat a couple of times to get some circulation back into it and closes in on Braddock, who draws back a fist, ready to strike, but Kelly goes low with a dropkick to the side of the leg, bringing the big man down to the mat. As Braddock sits himself up, Mark gets behind him and hits a running neck snap to put him back down. Braddock’s hands go up to the back of his neck from the pain and Mark gets in a few stomps to keep up the offence.
Braddock rolls away and gets up to his knees, then to one knee. Mark sees his moment and rushes in, nailing and enziguiri, sending Braddock back down. He then grabs Braddock in a front facelock, pulls him to his feet and goes for a snap suplex, but Braddock blocks the move and sends Kelly flying up and lets him drop with a release flapjack, winding the Ace. Braddock takes a moment, holding his head before shaking off the cobwebs and regain his equilibrium. As he waits, Kelly has rolled onto his side, holding his chest. Braddock then pulls Kelly up and sets up for a powerbomb, but Kelly counters with a frankensteiner! Both men roll away from each other. Mark uses the ropes to pull himself up, while Braddock gets to his feet on his own. Seeing his moment, he rushes at Kelly and a Cactus clothesline sends both men to the outside! The official leans out between the top and middle ropes, calling for both men to return to the ring.
Taj: Mark and Braddock are feeling the effects of the match.
The official uses his discretion to give them a moment before again calling them to get back inside the ring. As both men find their way to their feet, they begin to fight, prompting the official to begin the count.
One…
Mark and Braddock trade right hands, but Braddock’s strength and bare-knuckle fighting background allows him the advantage as he backs Kelly up with hard right hands.
Two…
Three…
Kelly stays back from Braddock, buying himself a little time. Braddock takes a moment to gesture towards the fans in the front row, mocking them as they boo him.
Four…
Braddock turns his attention back to Kelly, running up to get back to the fight at hand, but Kelly hops up, getting his feet on Braddock’s thighs and uses Braddock’s momentum against him with a monkey flip that sends the big man back-first into the steel ring steps! An “OHH!” comes from the crowd upon seeing and hearing the impact.
Five…
Mark slowly gets to his feet at the count of six and begins pulling his opponent to his feet, but it hit with a rake to the eyes, causing Kelly to stubble back. The official tries to admonish Braddock, but it goes completely ignored as Braddock doesn’t even look at him. Holding a hand to his back, Braddock moves a little more slowly towards his blinded opponent and grabs a length of camera cable and chokes Mark with it, while looking him in the eyes, laughing like a madman. The official stops his count and gets down to the ringside area to stop Braddock, but he isn’t listening. The official then begins the five count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Having had enough and desperate to get some literal breathing space. Mark lets out a kick, nailing Braddock with a low blow! Braddock falls to his knees and Kelly backs up, leaning on the barricade as he gasps for air. Having seen enough, the official calls for the bell.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a NO CONTEST!
The crowd boos the decision, while both men try to recover from the beating they put on one another. As they get back a little wherewithal, both men lock eyes and as it looks like the fight is back on, the referee gets in between them to prevent further fighting.
Taj: And thankfully this one is over!
This proves difficult as neither man wants to back down, prompting some security staff to hop the barricade and assist in keeping the two separate. Braddock tries to barge past the staff to get to Kelly, but he is pushed back before he can get very far, as is his opponent. Eventually, Mark is taken to the foot of the ramp, while Braddock is kept on the other side of the ring. As Mark is being walked up the ramp, he points at Braddock and shouts at him, the camera’s mic picking up the words “Next time, arsehole”. Braddock, deciding he doesn’t want to wait there, steps over the barricade and walks through the crowd.
Taj: I’m getting word that there is still action backstage going on from the fallout of this match.
The cameras cut to the catering area just as Cory Chevelle's head crashes into the wall! Bia follows that up with a hard elbow strike to the back of the big man’s head. He throws a back elbow out of instinct which staggers his attacker.
Samson: These two are STILL going at it?!
Taj: They’ve apparently been brawling all throughout The One Arena and have finally ended up in catering!
Cory turns and let’s out a bellow as he flattens Bia with a stiff clothesline. He grabs a handful of hair and starts dragging her up to her feet when she drives a fist into his “twig and berries”.
Male crowd: OOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!
Chevelle yells in agony, dropping to a knee, which Bia then capitalizes on by driving her knee into his temple!
Bia: Get up you prick!
Bia growls at him before kicking him in the ribs. Bia begins pulling Chevelle up when he lets out a roar and lunges forward, scooping her up, and charging across the hall before driving her through the catering table sending lasagna through the air!
Taj: Oh no! All of Brianna's hard work cooking was for nothing as it is now all over Bia, Cory, and the floor!
Samson: HAHAAAAA!!! No one wanted that peasant food from the Dodo Bird anyway….
Security and medic flood the scene to separate and check on the barely conscious Bia and Cory.
In a private room in the Hangar we find both Ailyn Darrington and her bestie Six getting ready for their very first Legendary.
Ailyn: Do you think I should start my wedding Vlog today, Sis?
Six: I don't see a reason not to. The Goofballz have been asking for you to do more real life content since you got signed.
The Silly Girl takes a deep breath before starting the Livestream.
Ailyn: Hello Goofballz, it's me, your Silly Girl to give you a behind the scenes look at Legendary 46 entitled "I Do What I Want”! That's kind of a funny name for the show because that's exactly what these Sinister Circle chicks think how the world works. But, I've spoken my mind on that and I want to show you how Six and I get prepared for this evening.
Ai turns around so Six so the audience can see her beautiful best friend. Six waves to the viewers.
Six: What's up, y'all?
Ailyn: Man, you've really started using that pronoun so much since we became southerners.
The two teenagers giggle.
Six: What can I say it just rolls off the tongue when you hear it all the time?!? I've heard you say it too.
Ailyn: I do?
Six: Yeppers, all four of us do. Hey Emi, I see those hearts and we love you too, Babygirl!
The spamming of hearts in the chat ends from Six's girlfriend.
Ailyn: Soooooo, I'm not really sure what to do here.
Six: Talk about whatever is most important to you, Sis.
Ailyn: Well that's an easy answer.
Six: Let me guess. Your wedding?
Ailyn: You freaking know it!! I get to marry the most awesome man in the world in exactly two weeks.
Endless hearts show up in that chat lead mostly by her fiance Dax.
Ailyn: Thank you my friends. I love you all for being so interested in our most special day.
Six: If you'd like to have the ceremony Live Streamed let's get some “Y’s” in the chat, everyone.
Again there is an endless wall of the letter Y in the stream chat.
Ailyn: I guess you guys want to see Dax and I tie the knot. Holy crap there's 3,000 people watching us right now!!
Six: Ohh shit, there is. I guess the Goofballz have spoken and we should do this more often?
“Please” is spamming throughout the chat .
Six: As excited as everyone is about us just talking about whatever this is. I think you really should say something about Madam whatever the fuck her name is.
Ailyn: It took me some time to learn it too. But anyway, Madam Bedlam I promise to you I'm truly over you and Fierce jumping me for the woman that I unwisely put my trust into. Justice quit tho and I'm not her and nor is Brie. That's all I'm going to say on that horse shit. Because I'm in too good of a mood thinking about officially becoming a Darrington and you guys and gals what to know where my husband and I are going on our honeymoon?
The chat explodes in you the word “yes”.
Ailyn: Well, you're going to have to pay attention to my social media for the announcement in the coming days just like many other wedding details. Because I need to get my gear on and this isn't that type of stream! Bye Goofballz, I love you all!!
Ai ends the stream and gets herself ready for her match.
As we go elsewhere backstage we can see Brianna Matthews standing next to an official of 1WM and they are both talking with each other when Butterscotch Monroe walks up with mic in hand and camera man in tow. The official walked off at that point and Brianna turned looking at Butterscotch.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Butterscotch Monroe, and I’m standing here backstage at Legendary with none other than 1WM’s very own Brianna Matthews. Brianna, welcome, and let’s dive straight into the chaos that unfolds in that electrifying four-women fistfight the other night at Glory. How did you feel once you realized that our security team had to send the police in to break this up?”
“How did I feel? How do you think I felt Butterscotch? I mean seriously, my tag team partner was being ambushed so it is my job as her tag team partner to look out for her. And the dans ate it up. I mean they had to let them fight chants. It was pretty awesome after watching the playback.”
“Now I want to ask a question that people want to know the answer to. When the police came down to break the fight up, they didn’t arrest any of you. Instead they walked you to the back. However as you got up to the top of the ramp Ricky Stanton came out yelling at you. What was that about?”
“Who is asking? Butterscotch Monroe the person or Butterscotch Monroe the reporter? He and I haven’t seen eye to eye lately but he is the general manager of Glory so probably about how I know better and that I was causing chaos or something like it was my fault. Just go ask him yourself.”
“Fair enough! Now, let’s shift focus to your impending match against Fierce. The tension between the two of you has been palpable, to say the least. How do you mentally prepare for a showdown like this, knowing the animosity between you two?
“Oh the tension is real Butterscotch, but it’s not just tension, it’s a damn burning desire. She has ambushed me whenever she wanted, but tonight she’s stepping into the ring with someone who doesn’t just talk the talk, she walks the walk. I’ve been waiting for this moment, studying her every move and I’ve got a game plan that’s going to leave her questioning her life choices.”
“Strong words Brianna. But what if for some reason the outcome doesn’t swing in your favor tonight? What’s your contingency plan? How do you handle the aftermath?
“Failure is not an option in my world right now. But let’s entertain the hypothetical. If by some twisted turn of fate I don’t get my hand raised tonight, it’s not the end, it’s a damn detour. I/ll take a moment to reassess, recalibrate, and then I’m coming back stronger, hungrier, and more determined than ever. I mean you don’t build an empire without facing some setbacks, but mark my words, tonight ain’t one of them.
“Resilience at its finest, Brianna. Now, as we wrap up, any final words for your fans and for Fierce as you head into this high-stakes showdown?”
“I'm about to show you why I'm the queen of this ring. And as for Fierce, enjoy your last moments of false confidence because when that bell rings, you're stepping into my world, and trust me, it's not a place for the faint of heart.”
“There you have it, folks, the fierce and determined Brianna Matthews. Best of luck in your match tonight, Brianna, and thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.”
“ Thanks, Butterscotch. The storm is coming, and Glory was just the beginning.”
Singles Match
Ailyn Darrington vs. Madam Bedlam
Ailyn Darrington vs. Madam Bedlam
Taj: It looks as if both ladies have their tag team partner out here to watch their respective backs.
Samson: Not a bad idea. If I was Madam Bedlam I wouldn’t trust that Ailyn kid either.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell sounds and Bedlam walks up to Ailyn. Ailyn takes a step forward as well and the two women start to throw punches on each other: Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn!
Outside the ring, Fierce starts to creep around the corner, slapping the apron as she goes in support of her partner. She glances up to see them still going at it. Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn, Bedlam, Ailyn! Fierce continues down to the neutral corner and looks around at Brianna.
Taj: Goodness gracious! These two are trying to just smash each other’s faces in!
Samson: And Fierce is trying to sneak up on Brianna!
As Ailyn and Bedlam continue to pound away on each other, Fierce starts around the neutral corner towards Brianna. With the fight in the ring holding her attention, Brianna never looks around. Fierce starts to move in, a set of brass knuckles on her hand. As Fierce goes to nail Brianna, Brianna instinctively looks up and turns into a spinning backfist, drilling Fierce in the jaw! The brass knuckles go flying into the air, soaring up and over the ropes into the ring, while Fierce goes down onto the cold, hard thinly matted concrete floor.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
In the ring, Bedlam shoves Ailyn away and catches the brass knuckles. She slides them on and cracks Ailyn in the ribs! Ailyn doubles over and Bedlam drills her in the mouth! The referee calls for the bell and Bedlam punches the hapless official in the mouth, knocking him out cold!
Torres: Due to the use of an illegal weapon, the referee has disqualified Madam Bedlam making the winner of this match….Ailyn Darrington!
Ailyn wobbles up to her feet and Bedlam punches her dead in the mouth with the brass knuckles, knocking her down and out. Brianna climbs into the ring and Bedlam catches her coming in with a brass knuckles shot to the mouth! Brianna falls against the ropes and Bedlam cracks her a second time, knocking her out as well.
Taj: My goodness!
Samson: Madam Bedlam has gone crazy with the brass knuckles that Fierce intended to use on Brianna!
Taj: That is going to cost her some money with that assault on the referee!
Samson: Does Bedlam look like a woman that cares?
Bedlam turns and steps out to the floor, pulling Fierce up and helping to the back as trainers and EMTs rush to the ring to check on the three fallen people inside.
Taj: Madam Bedlam is the only one in there tonight that didn’t get knocked out!
Samson: Genesis better never sleep on Sinister Circle ever again!
Taj: I don’t think they were sleeping on them before!
Samson: They are right now…HAHAHA!!
‘The Maverick’ William Ryder would be seen entering the arena a few hours before Legendary 46 would be set to start. He entered the backstage hallway area by pushing his way through the thick crimson-painted set of double doors that were a direct connection to the parking lot area. The former inaugural EHWF Anarchy World-Heavyweight Champion was on a mission while supporting a black pullover vintage EHWF Bloodline hoodie, which was a shock to the many fans that followed him throughout his miraculous pro wrestling career throughout the years. The look he carried through his Nordic blue-colored eyes carried a ton of weight through the vile and hungry Devilish eyes brought tonight.
Butterscotch Monroe:
“William Ryder!” she shouted, as she began to chase him down by running after him through the next set of double doors. He signed, knowing how relentless she was when it came to interviewing as many people as possible throughout the evening.
He slowly turned around to face her while she was finally able to catch up to him, clearly a little bit out of breath from having to chase him down the hallway while wearing a short black dress and a very expensive pair of candy apple red sparking Christian Louboutin heels.
‘The Maverick’ ⍚ William Ryder:
“Good thing for you, Miss Monroe, I’m feeling the need to get a few things off my chest before I head to the ring and compete in a triple threat match against Raze & Raijin Hunter later on this evening. You have five minutes of my time so please make sure you use it wisely.”
She nodded, slowly bringing the microphone to her lips to begin the five-minute interview he decided to give her tonight.
Butterscotch Monroe:
“You’ve certainly had a roller coaster year here in 1WM throughout 2023. You have won a handful of big matches while competing against a stacked talented roster involving people such as Arley Kirk, Brianna Matthews, Ricky Stanton, Kelli Saint, and Sydney Simon. But when it came to competing in matches that in some way or another involved a championship, you weren’t able to come away with the victory. You had opportunities to win championship gold against the likes of superstars such as Don Tirri, “Ya Girl” Q, and most recently Aleki Kekoa. I guess I’ll just get straight to the point and ask what is your mindset heading into tonight's Triple Threat match-up against two men you have never been in the ring with, the legendary “Chaos Incarnate” Raze & “The Dark Phoenix” himself, Raijin Hunter?
He heavily sighed. The last thing he wanted to hear was the mentioning of the handful of times he had earned himself an opportunity to win championship gold here in 1WM, and not being able to climb out of the darkness of the abyss that has been holding keeping him from achieving his goal since returning to Professional Wrestling back in 2021. Be able to hold championship gold at least one more time in his career.
‘The Maverick’ ⍚ William Ryder:
“I failed. Not just once, twice, but countless times since deciding to step out of retirement in 2021. The hardest thing for me to accept was being able to look at myself in the mirror and accept it. I’m a man with a ton of pride and for me to accept defeat was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life. Still, with the support of a wonderful woman and a few good friends, I was finally able to accept it and move on to the next chapter of my career heading into 2024. I’m looking at things so much more clearly than I ever have before. I’m walking into the new year with a fresh mindset and a clean slate. I know who I am and the things I’m capable of achieving in this business when I’m at the top of my game. I have a good feeling that 2024 will be the year I open a lot of eyes in that locker room and shock the world on more than one occasion. Like I’ve been saying since returning in 2022. This journey will not end until I achieve my goal of winning championship gold and decide when it’s time for me to hang up my wrestling boots for good.”
“I know nothing about Raijin Hunter. He doesn’t strike me as the type of person who feels the need to run his mouth and talk a ton of trash before his matches, and to me that makes him even more dangerous in the ring. He’s been around 1WM for a minute and seems to have the respect of a lot of people in that locker room, which shows a lot about him as a performer and person.”
Butterscotch nodded.
Butterscotch Monroe:
“And your feelings towards, Raze?”
He smirked, as the thought of finally stepping in the ring with the “Legendary” Raze finally came to fruition.
“The Maverick” ⍚ William Ryder:
“Raze is a unique individual and probably one of the most down-to-earth people in that locker room. I listened to both Raze and Raijin talk about our upcoming triple-threat match that will finally take place a few short hours from now. Let me make this as easy as I can for the two of you right here and now. Neither one of you will ever need to ask or question me about coming into a scheduled match-up with a negative mindset or lacking confidence. Butterscotch, you have had the honor and privilege of knowing me long enough to know that once the sound of the opening bell begins to echo throughout the sold out arena the atmosphere inside the ring will change on the drop a time to show you what happens when you leave three who are starving to be the one that will get the honor of having their arm raised at the end of the night."
Butterscotch smiled, she looked up at him with a look of glowing look of gratitude when it came to him allowing her the time to shoot a less than five minute interview with him this early in the afternoon to give her the satisfaction of being able to cross one more task off her list for the night.
The two then exchanged their thank you and goodbyes to each other before William Ryder would turn his back to her and head off in the opposite direction he had entered through only a few moments ago.
Streaming on the 15th of every Month
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Three Way Match
Raze vs. “The Maverick” William Ryder vs. "The Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter
Raze vs. “The Maverick” William Ryder vs. "The Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter
Torres is shown inside the ring, ready to announce the participants of the next match.
Torres: The following contest is a THREE WAY MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL!
The arena lights go out and are replaced by flashing lights and spotlights moving across the ramp.
Torres: Introducing first, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FORTY POUNDS…
Before Torres can finish the first line of his introduction, Raze comes stumbling through the black curtain and crumbles on the stage. He holds the back of his neck as he tries to stand up with little success. The arena lights return as the 1WM Glory Champion Rowena Byrne steps out from behind the curtain with the championship belt in hand! The crowd goes into instant jeer at the sight of the champion. As Raze tries to get back to a vertical base, Rowena ambushes him with another shot from the Glory Title to the forehead. Raze falls flat on his back as Rowena stands over him.
Taj: Raze is busted open!
Samson: All because Jericho went against his true nature and tried to play the good guy mediator at Glory. He’s got to learn to mind his business….these young kids today don’t play.
The Glory Champion grins sinisterly as she says something to the fallen ring veteran before tossing the championship belt aside and mounting him. She punches, slaps, and claws at Raze’s face who tries desperately to block the attack.
Before the ambush can get any worse, several security guards come running out and pull Rowena off Raze. The Glory Champion screams like a banshee as she is restrained by security and she tries to kick the injured veteran. Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa D.O. rushes out with a couple EMTs to assess Raze. Rowena is escorted back to the back as she continues to scream obscenities at Raze. After a few minutes of medical evaluation by Dr. Knight-Kekoa and her team, Raze is helped up as the crowd applauds his first steps under his own power. The medical team leads Raze backstage as the commentary team tries to make sense of the ambush and its ramifications on the match.
Samson: So what’s going to happen now? We’re not going to have this “highly contested technical” Three Way match?
Taj: I’m not sure, Joshua. But Raijin and William are making their way to the ring.
Raijin Hunter and William Ryder make their individual ways to the ring. With both men in the ring and ready to go, the official call for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: I haven’t heard any official change to the match, so it looks as if we’ll be continuing under the assumption that this is still a Three Way contest and Raze could be returning.
Samson: (sarcastically) Oh joy…
The Dark Phoenix and the Maverick circle each other in the center of the ring. Raijin ducks in with the single leg takedown, but William manages to keep on top, locking in a front face lock. Raijin rolls away before William can clasp his hands then runs the ropes. Leapfrog! William drops under as Raijin rebounds. Raijin gets hit on the return by a perfectly executed dropkick by William! Raijin pops up quickly but is caught by a clothesline and an elbow to the chest for good measure. Raijin winces in pain and rolls to the outside of the ring to stop the quick start by the Maverick.
The official holds William back from following Raijin to the outside before starting his count. Raijin takes a few moments to walk around the ring as he gathers his thoughts. William goads the Dark Phoenix to come back in. The official reaches the back end of the ten count before Raijin rolls back into the ring.
Taj: Raijin and William are both skilled mat technicians.
Samson: Skilled mat technicians that fell in their quest to usurp the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship from The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, my client, “Ya Girl” Q.
The two savvy wrestlers glare at each other before they lock up. William is quick to get Raijin into an arm wringer. Raijin flips forward to get out of the hold attempt and reverses it! William counters by pulling off an arm drag. However, Raijin is back up and shoulder blocks William to the mat! The Maverick isn’t one to be outdown. He maneuvers a drop toe hold while floating over and locking in a hammerlock. He drives his knee into Raijin’s shoulder repeatedly. He hits three knees to the shoulder before Raijin shifts his weight, getting his feet under him, while trying to stand up. William lets him up but keeps the hammerlock applied. Raijin looks for a headlock but William grabs one first. Raijin shoots William off the ropes but William counters with a cross body block. Pin attempt!
One…
Two…Kickout by Raijin!
The Maverick picks up Raijin and whips him into the corner. He follows him in but the Dark Phoenix gets his foot up and stops William in his tracks! Raijin doesn’t waste this opportunity and lifts William up into a scoop slam. Raijin backs up and hops up to the second turnbuckle. He flies and hits a knee drop from the second rope right on William sternum. Raijin then picks William up off the mat and Irish whips him into the far corner. Raijin now follows in and hits a vicious clothesline that sends William slumping to the mat. Raijin stomps away at William. He helps him up before hitting a series of knife edge chops that quickly turn William’s chest blood red.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Taj: Those were some very stiff chops!
Raijin snapmares William out of the corner and applies a straightjacket! The official checks to ensure the hold isn’t converted into a choke hold. William struggles to find a way out of the hold. Raijin has his knee squarely in William’s back, adding more leverage to the hold. The official askes William if he wants to submit. He should know better that the Maverick is not one to submit easily. With a fierce negative response, William starts rocking back and forth. Raijin will not let his advantage go, so he somersaults over William taking his neck with him into a modified neckbreaker! Raijin is relentless in his attack! The Dark Phoenix picks the Maverick up and hits a textbook Russian leg sweep. Raijin goes for the cover with the official in position.
One…
Two…Kickout by the Maverick!
Raijin shows a little frustration at the official but goes back to work.
Taj: ARe you on your phone right now, Joshua?!
Samson: What?! This match means nothing in the grand scheme of 1WM so I might as well handle matters like my clients, Aleki Kekoa and “Ya Girl” Q, that will be wrestling tonight in the main event. You know…important stuff.
Backbreaker by Raijin then bends William over his knee. The official checks on the Maverick but is screamed at to go away! The official backs away and William hits a thumb into the eye of Raijin. This breaks the hold as Raijin is temporarily blinded. William tries to shake the kinks out of his contorted muscles. Raijin is the first to recover however. He picks William up and into a front face lock. William reveres it into a Northern Lights suplex! Cover!
One…
Two…Kickout by Raijin!
Raijin just gets his shoulder up. William with an armbar and wrenches the shoulder. He switches to a hammerlock, lifting Raijin up. A slam onto the arm! William moves slower than the start of the match. He holds his back as he picks up Raijin. Belly to belly suplex! Counter by Raijin who lands on his feet. Superkick! William drops to the match. Raijin with a cover!
One…
Two…
TH…Kickout by William!
Taj: That was a close one. It would be a huge feather in Raijin’s cap to pull out the win against William.
Samson: Yawn…
Raijin can’t believe it. He shakes his head and whips William into the corner again. He follows him and drives his shoulder into the gut of the Maverick. Raijin now hoists William to the top rope. He gives a hard right out of frustration. He then follows him up. He sets William up for what looks like an over the shoulder piledriver. As Raijin begins to execute the move, William counters! Sunset flip out of the corner! Cover!
One…
Two…
THRE…Kickout by Raijin!
Taj: How Raijin kicks out is a testament to his ability!
Both men are exhausted and have tried different ways to end the match. As they get up, the crowd goes into an uneasy roar as two men hop the barricade and head into the ring! It’s the BBC! BRADDOCK and Cory Chevelle make a beeline for the still recovering William. They pound on him causing the official to call for the bell, ending the match.
Torres: Due to interference this match has been a No Contest!
Taj: WHY IN THE WORLD ARE BRADDOCK AND CORY DOING THIS?!
Samson: Duh…isn’t the name of the show “I Do What I Want”?
Cory and BRADDOCK are relentless on the Maverick. They talk shit at him as BRADDOCK holds William and lets Cory use him as a human heavy bag! Out of nowhere, Raijin hammers BRADDOCK from behind causing him to release William. Cory rushes William who ducks just in time for Cory to accidentally hammer BRADDOCK. This gives William the opportunity to gets some revenge and he starts to unload on Cory! The brawl quickly becomes pandemonium and the official calls for the bell again!
Taj: All hell broke loose!
The crowd goes into a “LET THEM FIGHT” chant as a returning bandaged Raze and security run down to separate the four men!
Samson: What in the world is Jericho thinking?! He just can’t mind his business!
Despite their even match, William and Raijin hold their own against the BBC! All four men jawjack at each other with William trying to get at Cory. Finally security is able to remove the BBC first before allowing William and Raijin to make their way back up the ramp.
Taj: Order has finally been restored. I’m just so confused about the motives of Representing the BBC.
Samson: Those two don’t need a motive. They just want to fight.
Raze is making his way slowly up the ramp after helping break up the brawl. Suddenly "Hurt" by Johnny Cash begins to play which causes Raze to pause. After a few seconds Douglas Crane comes out, as his match with Silas Jessup is next, but he too pauses as he sees the man staring at him from half way up the ramp.
Samson: Now what do we have here?
Douglas brings up one of his hands and then pulls on the glove, making sure it’s on tightly and then slowly starts to make his way down the ramp. Raze continues his walk until the two are side-by-side. Crane stops and turns to face Raze who is already staring at him. Douglas’ music fades away and a hush falls over the audience as the two monsters continue their stare down.
Taj: Are Douglas and Raze about to come to blows?
Samson: Raze is an idiot if he does.
But then, just as fast as it started, it ends, as Douglas continues his way to the ring and Raze continues to head to the back. The music returns as Douglas slides under the bottom rope, crawling on his fists while on his knees, slithering towards the ref to freak him out and run him out of the ring. He then slithers back towards a corner where he just sits, staring at the entrance and Raze. He stops one more time, looks to the side, as if feeling Crane’s gaze, but doesn’t turn. After another second, he disappears to the back.
Singles Match
"Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane vs. "Napalm" Silas Jessup
Douglas and Silas stare at each other from opposite ends of the ring as the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match. "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane vs. "Napalm" Silas Jessup
DING DING DING!!!
Silas runs at Douglas, leaping up into the air. Douglas catches him and runs forward, driving him straight into the corner! Douglas hits him with a shoulder thrust in the corner, and then a second one! Douglas goes for a third one, but Silas hops over him and maneuvers out onto the apron. Douglas goes for a right hand, but Napalm blocks and responds with a kick to the side of the head. Douglas staggers back, but quickly runs at Silas and baseball slides underneath Silas’ legs to the outside of the ring. Douglas grabs Silas’ legs and pulls him off the apron, dropping him face first onto the side of the ring! Douglas quickly climbs back up onto the apron and waits for Silas to get up. When he does, Douglas dives off the apron, hitting him with a plancha! Douglas picks Silas up and tosses him back in the ring. Douglas rolls back in as Silas gets back to his feet. Douglas kicks Silas in the stomach and sets him up for a suplex, but Silas slips behind Douglas. Silas pushes Douglas into the ropes and tries to roll him up, but Douglas hangs onto the ropes. Silas rolls backwards and to his feet, right into a knee from Douglas! Douglas goes for a cover.
One…
Tw…Silas kicks out!
Samson: I’m not going to lie…but why in the world is Silas Jessup STILL a thing in 1WM?!
Taj: Silas is a former Glory Champion and a highly skilled wrestler, Joshua.
Samson: Sure he was a former Glory Champion but what has he done since?! The man has no presence whatsoever in this company. I fully understand after receiving a God Mode beating at the hands of my client, Aleki Kekoa, makes everyone nonexistent but goodness.
Silas away from Mr. Douglas, who stays on top of him. Silas nails Douglas in the midsection with a punch, and then a second one, causing him to double over. Silas hops up on the turnbuckle second rope and then leaps off, taking Douglas down with a missile dropkick! Douglas is caught a bit off guard, but as he gets back to his feet, Silas runs and takes him down with a clothesline! Silas whips Douglas into the ropes and hits him with a chop on the rebound!
Crowd: WOOO!
Douglas clutches his chest, but chops Silas right back…
Crowd: WOOO!
…the force knocking him down to the mat! As soon as Silas gets back up, Douglas chops him across the chest a second time.
Crowd: WOOO!
Douglas whips Silas across the ring. Silas bounces off the ropes and Douglas tosses him over his head with a back body drop! Silas immediately rolls out of the ring, holding his back. The frustration is clear on his face as he gets to his feet. Before Silas can do anything however, Douglas dives out of the ring, catching Silas with a suicide dive! Silas falls backwards into the barricade. Douglas lifts Silas up again and rolls him back into the ring.
Douglas follows Silas back into the ring and goes to grab his head, but Silas pushes Douglas off. Douglas goes to grab him again, but Silas pushes him off a second time. Douglas runs, bounces against the ropes, and Silas drops down to the mat. Douglas leaps over Silas and bounces off the ropes. Silas goes for a dropkick, but Douglas swats the attempt away. Silas gets back to his feet and Douglas hits him with a running enzuigiri. Douglas takes a couple of steps back and goes for an elbow drop. Douglas runs at a rising Silas for a boot, but Silas ducks underneath and tries to roll up Douglas, but Mr. Personality rolls through and goes for a running knee. Silas drops down to the mat and rolls to his feet. Douglas stumbles a bit. Silas catches him and executes a German suplex! He bridges into a cover.
One…
Two…Douglas kicks out!
Taj: There is major talk that Douglas will be receiving a rematch against your client and current Pride of 1WM Champion, Aleki, very soon, Joshua.
Samson: Pyschoboy does deserve a rematch. He really pushed God Mode in the Finals at Massive Four but Aleki being Wrestling Divinity the outcome was preordained.
Silas blasts Douglas with a right hand as he gets to his feet and nails him with a second one, knocking Douglas backwards. Silas runs at the ropes and goes for a running elbow smash, but Douglas stops it and hits him with a STO backbreaker! Douglas climbs to the second rope, waiting for Silas to get up. Douglas dives off the turnbuckle, but Silas side steps. Fortunately for Douglas, he tucks and rolls and gets back to his feet. Douglas runs at Silas, looking for a clothesline. Silas ducks and Douglas bounces off the ropes. Silas hunches over, but Douglas leaps on top of him, setting him up and slamming him to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb! Silas grasps his head as he staggers to his feet. He staggers with a run at Douglas, looking for a clothesline, but Douglas ducks underneath and grabs Silas by the head and drives him to the mat with a neckbreaker! Douglas goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was SOOO close!
Douglas drags Silas up by the head and knees him in the stomach. He drags him over to the turnbuckle corner and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Douglas hits Silas with a right hand, then a second, then a third, causing Silas to rear his head backward. Douglas climbs to the second rope, trying to grab a hold on Silas, who hits him with a sharp headbutt! Silas grabs Douglas by the head and blasts him with a second headbutt! Douglas falls backwards to the mat, going immediately to climb to his feet. Silas steadies himself onto the top rope and then dives off looking for a knee to the face. Douglas ducks out of the way and Silas crashes and burns! Douglas sees an opening, grabs Silas, and snaps off a brainbuster! Douglas hooks the legs.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here is your winner...Douglas Crane!
Taj: Douglas picks up the win here tonight in a hard fought match!
Samson: Silas just couldn’t build enough momentum to get things going. Douglas was too good here tonight!
The camera cuts to the backstage area where two black suited men are walking through the corridors, the taller of the two is carrying a large black box with a big red bow on it with several of the wrestlers and staff of 1WM moving out or staying out of the way of the two masked men until they reach a door in particular at which point the smaller of the two stops the bigger one who then knocks on the door before making a “hello” motion to the person out of the camera’s view before the shorter one takes the box from the taller and hands it to the person out of the camera’s view before offering up a polite bow before the door closes and then the two go on their way as the camera then zooms in on the nameplate on the door in question.
<Nameplate>
Kekoa Locker Room.
The camera then slowly pulls out before it cuts back to the ringside area.
Singles Match
Fierce vs. "The Phoenix" Brianna Matthews
Fierce vs. "The Phoenix" Brianna Matthews
Taj: We have already seen Fierce and Brianna earlier tonight when they were involved with their tag team partners match.
Samson: Both getting knocked out with brass knuckles.
Fierce is in combat mode in the middle of the ring waiting for Brie to emerge from the back. The crowd is in a tizzy as the Phoenix doesn’t emerge from behind the curtain. Fierce motions for her opponent to quit stalling.
Fierce: COME ON!
Unbeknownst to the Instrument of Vengeance, Brie has made her way through the crowd behind Fierce. She hops the barricade and rushes Fierce from behind with a fury of rights and lefts. Fierce is stunned by Brie’s unexpected entrance and recoils back into a corner. The official calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Samson: What a cowardly move by "Dodo Bird" J.C. Junior!
Taj: Really, Joshua?!
Samson: Yep.
Brie is relentless with her attack of punches and kicks. Fierce has no choice but to take a defensive stance and hope the Phoenix blows herself up. But there is no weariness in Brianna as she continues the onslaught. Finally, Brie lets up momentarily only to grab one of Fierce’s arms and pull her out of the corner with an Irish whip. Fierce crashes into the corner with a grimace. Brie doesn’t waste any time and rushes into the corner. Fierce has the presence of mind to move out of the way as Brie lowers a shoulder and goes shoulder first into the post! The crowd “ooo’s” as Brianna crashes and burns in the corner.
Taj: Miscalculation on Brianna’s part.
Samson: J.C. Junior’s entire 1WM career has been a miscalculation.
This gives Fierce the opening she needs to bring the pain to the Phoenix. She grabs Brie’s hurt arm and wrenches it violently. Brie screams as Fierce contorts it further. The official asks Brie if she submits which is received with a harsh no. Fierce puts her weight advantage into it, forcing Brie to drop to one knee.
Brie will not surrender but she’s not in a good place. Out of desperation and to the detriment of her shoulder, she pulls on Fierce’s leotard while rolling on her good shoulder with all her might and sends her opponent through the ropes to the outside. Fierce crashes to the floor and seems to roll her ankle. The Instrument of Vengeance scowls as she tries to get up to no avail. This allows Brie to slide out and see Fierce holding her ankle. Brie doesn’t hesitate and mud stomps Fierce’s hurt ankle. Fierce lets out a primal scream as Brie gets her payback for the shoulder. With the action on the outside, the official starts a count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Brie picks up Fierce who can barely put any weight on her foot throws her into the barricade with a loud clang! Brie looks at the ring post with sinister glee and grabs one of Fierce’s arms. She tries to Irish whip Fierce into the post but her shoulder fails her. As Brie tries to shake off the shoulder pain, Fierce takes the opportunity to ram Brie shoulder first into the ring post! Brie drops to the floor in agony.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Fierce limps over to where Torres is sitting and takes a steel chair. With Brie vulnerable, Fierce raises the chair above her head. Brie sees something below the apron. As Fierce brings the chair down full force on Brie’s damaged shoulder, the Phoenix hits Fierce’s hurt ankle with a ball ping hammer! There is an audible double crack! Brie writhes in pain as her arm lays limp. Fierce drops to the ground in agony and tries to remove her boot. Both women are in serious trouble as the official concludes his count!
Eight…
Nine…
TEN!!!
The official calls for the bell.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!
Taj: Goodness gracious! Yet another match being ruled a double count out, disqualification, or no contest.
Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa D.O. is seen at the top of the ramp directing the EMT’s down to ringside. Both women are in a world of hurt. Fierce says something to the first EMT to reach her, something about the ball of her ankle. Brie can be heard saying that she can’t feel her hand.
Samson: I’ll say this much about J.C. Junior….she said she was going to bring the pain and she actually did.
Jacob then goes walking off, whistling a twisted little tune as he goes The camera cuts to the backstage area where the "Rooster" Rex Roarke is at catering backstage with a cup of coffee in one hand as he is surrounded by a few other enhancement talent, including a few borrowed from local promotions and one or two from the Pro Wrestling Nova locker room via One Wrestling Movement's business partnership with the aforementioned company and it seems that Roarke is holding court
Roarke: I'm telling you all, I honestly don't see what's so impressive about this Jake Striker guy! I mean I took him down without a problem a couple of weeks back on Glory and even though, yes, Mister Stanton did read me the riot act for attacking an injured wrestler and all that bullshit, it is nowhere as big a heaping pile than...
Voice: Hold On...Hold On!!
Roarke stops talking as one of the other "talent" in the form Dan Lea moves to the center of the group to get a better view of Roarke
Dan Lea: Dude, are you seriously out here bragging about jumping Jacob Striker? You do know that the guy is like a multi time champion, not just here in this company but everywhere right?
Roarke: I honestly could care less, buddy. I mean I took him down with one blow didn't I?
Dan Lea: Yeah, but you did it from behind...I mean what are you going to do when he comes looking for a little payback man?
Roarke starts to laugh very loud and very hard, nearly doubling over while clutching at his stomach.
Roarke: Dude, you heard Mister Stanton. The guy is injured and shit, he can't do anythinFRgkr!?!
Suddenly an arm quickly locks itself tightly around Roarke's throat as the scarred visage of Jacob Striker peers over Roarke's right shoulder
Jacob: Who's on the injured list??
Jacob then tightens the rear naked choke that he has Roarke in as the enhancement talent scatters before Jacob then quickly hits a Rear Naked Choke Suplex on Roarke, sending him head first through the table that they were next to before the "Natural" then starts to very brutally kick and stomp the shit out of Roarke, doing all of this with a passion and fury that one rarely sees from the former 1WM champion before he finally reaches down and hauls Roarke up by the front of his shirt, and when Striker speaks-he does so in a very disturbingly calm manner
Jacob: This is not about me getting any kind of so-called “heat” back, you little shit. Like I told Little Pretty Ricky a couple of weeks back after Glory, I was going to come to Legendary and choke a bitch out…and that would be you, Rooster…and now for the other item.
Striker then lets go of Rooster long enough for him to lock in an inverted headlock that he quickly spins around into a discus elbow smash to the back of Rooster's head, dropping the other man out cold to the ground, causing him to land face first through half of the broken table before Jacob turns to the other "enhancement talent".
Jacob: When he wakes up, explain to him what happens if wants to try this shit again...but if he does, tell him that I'll keep my dance card open for him on the next edition of Glory. Otherwise, enjoy the rest of the show, gang!
Singles Match
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt vs. Nicole Benson
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt vs. Nicole Benson
Taj: I just received word that the original match between Travis Levitt and Bianca Davis has been changed to Travis versus Nicole Benson.
Samson: I wonder why Tap changed it?
Taj: I’m told that Bianca has fallen ill backstage, possibly food poison, and instead of forfeiting the match has petitioned for her newest protege to take her place.
Samson: “Food poison”, huh? Sounds like Lady Meathead just meatheading.
Once the participants have made their way to the ring the official calls for the bell and the match is underway!
DING DING DING!!!
The Prodigy and the Dragon lock eyes before encircling each other. Travis lunges in first, initiating a collar to elbow tie up. Nicole performs a go-behind, locking her arms around Travis’ waist. Travis reaches up and performs a snapmare that flips Nicole over and down to the canvas. He applies a strong sleeper-like choke and works the Prodigy down to the mat for a few moments. Nicole is able to get back up to her feet though, hitting a few well placed shots to the ribs of the Dragon.
Taj: Nicole is definitely holding her own so far with Travis. She’s living up to The Prodigy nickname.
Samson: Wait a minute! Isn’t that chronic loser Rebecca Mackenzie calling herself the Prodigy too?!
Taj: I believe you’re correct, Joshua.
After being forced to release the hold, Travis backs up and gets nailed by a dropkick from Nicole! The Prodigy then pounces on Travis’ chest, pounding away at his face with some hard right hands. The fans really get into the match seeing the Prodigy hold her own against the veteran. Nicole continues her assault until she is warned by the official to keep the punches legal. The momentary distraction from the official gives Travis the opening he needs. He flips Nicole over to the canvas and takes his opportunity to unleash a barrage of lefts and rights to Nicole’s upper body. The Prodigy holds her head as Travis lays into her with no mercy before throwing his hands into the air much to the pleasure of the crowd. Travis turns back around and pulls Nicole up to her feet, then tosses her backwards to the mat with a release German suplex. Travis goes for a quick cover.
One…
Two…Kickout by the Prodigy!
Taj: Timely kick out by Nicole.
Samson: I’ve noticed that surprisingly Travis hasn’t been all over this Legendary like ones before. I guess the brass is enforcing that memo.
Travis gets up to one knee and grabs Nicole by her hair. He pulls her up. Both wrestlers are up to their feet, and the Dragon is quick to set the Prodigy up for a suplex. He snaps her over with ferocious velocity as Nicole winces in pain from the picture perfect snap suplex. Nicole holds her back as Travis continues the attack, applying a half Boston Crab and cinching it in. He leans back with all his might to wear away on the Prodigy’s back, causing Nicole to scream out in pain. The audience rallies behind the Dragon as the move has been applied for about half a minute. Nicole tries to push herself up off the canvas but the weight disadvantage is too much. Finally, she starts pounding the mat in frustration and uses all of her strength to pull herself towards the nearest ropes.
The Prodigy edges her way towards the ropes, but Travis pulls her back to the center of the ring. He leans back and puts more weight on the hold, but the Prodigy refuses to give up. Eventually she starts to make her way back towards the ropes again. Miraculously she reaches out as far as she can and finally grips the bottom rope!
Samson: I can’t believe that Travis is struggling to put this rookie away.
Travis wipes his brow and continues his assault, lifting Nicole up to her feet once more. He pulls Nicole up to her feet and applies a full nelson then tosses her backwards with a wicked suplex. Nicole lands on her head and holds it in pain. Travis goes for yet another suplex. This time of the T-Bone variety. As he sets up the maneuver, Nicole uses all of her strength to throw a couple surprising elbows to the back of Travis’ head. Nicole drops to one knee and performs a European uppercut that knocks Travis to the mat.
The crowd pops as the match has been surprisingly impressive despite the sudden change. Nicole gets her bearings and lays into the Dragon’s face. Eventually both wrestlers get back up to their feet, and Nicole whips Travis to the ropes. She then goes for a Hurricanrana which puts Travis head first into the canvas! The Prodigy holds her back, though, from the Dragon’s previous attack. Nicole struggles to get back up to her feet but she gets back to a vertical base and pushes a rising Dragon into the turnbuckle. Nicole applies a front headlock and gets up on the turnbuckle herself, kicking her legs out to execute a beautiful Flowing Tornado DDT! The Prodigy goes for a cover!
One…
Two…Kickout by Travis!
Taj: Can you imagine Bianca Davis’ joy if her protege defeats her rival?
Samson: Joy? More like jealousy, Taj. That’s the thing about Lady Meathead…she doesn’t know how to share the spotlight. Anyone who has every aligned with her has found that out and it won’t be long before Nicole finds out.
The Prodigy slowly gets up to her feet and pulls Travis up with her. She goes for yet another Hurricanrana but this time the hold is reversed into a sit down powerbomb by the Dragon! The back of Nicole’s head smacks off the mat with a sickening thud. The crowd winces as Travis goes for a cover.
One…
Two…
T…Kickout by the Prodigy!
Travis pulls Nicole up to her feet and goes for a cobra clutch suplex. However Nicole drops to her knees to avoid the move. Travis lifts Nicole up once more, going for the move yet again. This time he nails it, causing Nicole to land limply on the mat. Travis avoids the cover and instead attempts to lock in his submission finisher, the Levy Lock (Scorpion Deathlock)! The Prodigy realizes where she’s at in the ring and tries desperately to reach the bottom rope. She succeeds before Travis can pull her into the lock!
Taj: If Travis would have locked in his Levy Lock, you would have to think this match would have been over!
Samson: I wish he would have! I need to use the bathroom something furious!
The Prodigy is pulled back up to her feet, where she is quickly whipped to the nearest turnbuckle. Halfway through the whip though, Nicole reverses with a last ditch effort and falls to her knees. Travis hits the corner hard and Nicole gets up to execute a bulldog! Travis’ face smashes off the mat but he still shows signs of life. The Prodigy hits the Dragon with the Top Honors (Shining Wizard)! Travis is seemingly out cold!
The Prodigy goes for the cover!
One…
Two…
THR…Travis somehow kicks out!
The Prodigy is beside herself! She screams at the official! She argues vehemently for her case. This gives Travis time to shake the cobwebs. However, before he can get to his feet, there is a murmur, and the fans are crying out.
Taj: After a night like tonight what else can happen?
Anna Novak and Bainca Davis soon make their way into the ring, rushing into an attack as Nicole gets up with a smile on her face as the fans boo loudly.
Taj: What in the world again?! Travis and Nicole just had an amazing match and are now ruined by actions like this?!
Samson: Lady Meathead is a coward, though this is effective, especially with that monster. So much for her having food poisoning.
Bianca is barking orders loudly as Anna and Nicole continue to kick at Travis Levitt, who is struggling to fight back. Bianca then finally begins putting boots on him herself a few times as she turns her attention to Anna and Nicole before saying,
Bianca Davis: Hold him up now!
They soon hold him as the malicious “queen” saunters over with a sick smile on her face, though clearly, a hint of rage is also present. Her shrill voice is loud enough to be picked up by the cameras.
Bianca Davis: You, I am so sick of you?! You interfere in my business every chance you get! You stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, and you take MY opportunities, that’s right, my opportunities! I am sick of you, and people like you!
Bianca then unleashes a nasty slap to the face, and the sound can be heard. As she motions for him to be kept up, as she once again slaps him again and again, her rage grows with each hit, as the boos only get louder.
Taj: Someone stop this; this is too much!
Bianca, as if she hears Taj stops; however, she soon motions for Anna to finish him as she sets him up for the same powerbomb she gave Sydney Simon. However, before she can lift him up the crowd pops extremely loud as Ailyn Darrington's music hits. Like a world-class sprinter, she is almost instantly in the ring with her bestie Six Ryan who's carrying a chair.
Taj: Ailyn and Six to the rescue!
Samson: Or the slaughter!
Ailyn immediately takes down Nicole and begins to ground and pound her like an MMA fighter. Meanwhile Six first threatens Bianca before smashing the chair over the back of the largest person in the ring. The monster barely flinches at the shot, but she does slowly turn her head to stare down Six, and Travis seizes his chance as with a roar he back body drops Anna! Anna crashes into the mat, but drags herself up promptly, only for Travis to hit the ropes and catch the rising monster with a RESURRECTION KICK putting her back down!
Travis gives it a moment after impact and then kips up back to his feet, and slowly turns around, his gaze turning to meet Bianca Davis! The Queen seems stuck, as she’s caught between a pissed off Dragon, and when she turns she sees Six standing behind her with a chair in hand. There’s no way out for Davis!
Taj: OHHHHHH YEAH IT’S TIME FOR BIANCA TO PAY!
However before anything can happen, a meaty hand slips under the ropes, hooking on Levitt’s ankle and dragging him from the ring, where he’s greeted by some rough hard fists from BRADDOCK! Braddock is throwing some mean right hands into Travis’s jaw now, and he quickly follows up, seizing The Dragon by the scruff of his neck and tossing him face first into the ringpost!
Samson: It seems like Lady Meathead already has paid, Taj. And might I add that she’s paid well.
Inside the ring, Six still has the chair in her hands, but her eyes are glancing around the carnage outside the ring, and then to Bianca as Anna rises slowly behind her! Six is stuck with nowhere to go, so she swings right at Bianca, only for Queen Davis to duck and Anna pump kicks the chair right back into Six’s face! Six rolls out of the ring right in front of Ailyn's brawling with Benson. The commotion of her falling on top of her bestie and their enemy they do fight for just long enough for Darrington to grab Nicole and deliver THE END to the self proclaimed genius. Six gets up and finds that the weapon she brought to the fight is still inside the ring. BRADDOCK continues to hit anything that moves. When he gets to Six trying to sneak back to get the chair he pulls Ryan out by her legs. Once back on solid ground BRADDOCK rears back to smash Six.
Six: HEY, BIG GUY!! IT'S ME SIX…
BRADDOCK goozles her with his left hand and has his hand cooked back to put her lights out.
Taj: Braddock is going to knock Six clean out of her shoes!
Six: *choking* Big…..Guy!...
BRADDOCK's hand twitches and his eyes narrow to slits before he tosses her aside, watching her for a moment and then turning to find another victim.
Taj: He let her go!
Samson: He's pathetically weak!
Six gasps for air, glad to finally have a chance to breathe when Braddock suddenly plants both of his hands firmly on Six's chest, shoving (launching) her several feet. She hits the security barrier and collapses down like a sack of dirty laundry! Ailyn tries to scramble to save her bestie, but she doesn’t make it far as she’s hauled up by Chevelle and then splattered across the ringside mats with his C2!
Inside the ring, Bianca Davis is standing and watching it proudly, only to get spun around and drilled with a right hand from a bloodied Dragon! Blood is dripping down his face, but The Dragon is swinging wildly anyway, drilling Bianca with as many rights and lefts as he can. Levitt turns and bounces off the ropes, looking to drop the staggering Queen, but as he bounces back, he’s instead greeted with the GREETINGS FROM ZEGREB from Ana Novak!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Travis flips on contact, crashing hard down to the mat and staying down as Davis regathers her senses and then turns and screeches at BBC and Benson on the outside, calling them back into the ring. They all soon come into the ring; meanwhile, The Queen, the mastermind herself, is far from done; she grabs onto Travis’s arms, pulls him up, and then places her boot down before curb stomping him hard into the mat, the sickening thud can be heard.
Samson: We have seen that one before, but not from Lady Meathead.
Taj: Yes, but with this, I doubt you can keep calling her that; she’s assembled a force here.
Samson: A conglomerate of meatheads.
After that, the Dragon is indeed out, along with Ailyn and Six, as the group soon all pose together, holding each other's arms up with Bianca in the middle of it all, as the fans boo at this loudly throwing paper cups and debris into the ring. “Hella Good” by No Doubt begins to play over the public address system.
Taj: This is sickening; what have we witnessed here?
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Backstage during the commercial break, the atmosphere is buzzing with excitement. Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa D.O., is walking down the corridor, clearly on her way to the Samson Family dressing room.
Suddenly, she is blindsided by an unknown assailant! The camera captures the chaos as Dr. Knight-Kekoa struggles to defend herself. The assailant remains hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to identify them.
Amid the chaos, the assailant finally steps into the light, revealing herself to be none other than Dawn Warren, star Running Back for the DC Redwolves. The crowd gasps as the unexpected twist unfolds. Warren, usually known for her athleticism on the football field, seems to have a bone to pick with Dr. Knight-Kekoa.
With a menacing smirk, Warren glares down at Dr. Knight-Kekoa, leaving her on the ground. The cameras capture the intensity in Warren's eyes as she makes a mysterious hand gesture, hinting at some hidden vendetta. The motive behind the attack remains unclear, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats. Security and Medical push Dawn back as they yell and help the Dr.
Warren swiftly makes her way to the office of Ricky Stanton. She closes the door behind her. Moments later Warren and Stanton emerge from the office, walking confidently down the corridor. The camera follows them as they exit the backstage area…
Broadcasting LIVE on ISM Global February 29th, 2024 from The One Arena in Santa Monica, California
Moments before the main event tag match between the Samson Family and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton and Samantha Tolson, Butterscotch Monroe waits anxiously outside the locker of the Samson Family. The door opens and the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion “Ya Girl” Q steps out with her championship belt slung over her shoulder.
Butterscotch: Q! I know time is short but any last words before you step into the ring?
Q cocks an annoyed eyebrow before snickering and walking past the veteran backstage interviewer. Butterscotch looks a little taken aback. She turns back towards the locker room and out walks the Pride of 1WM and Tidebreaker Champion “The Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa. The champion is stone-faced as he holds the ominous Tidebreaker Title over his shoulder and the Pride of 1WM Title strapped to his waist.
Butterscotch: Your Divinity, sir. You and your opponents have slugged it out viciously on social media. Anything else you want to say to them tonight?
Aleki looks coldly at the camera momentarily before returning his attention to Butterscotch.
Aleki: My kingdom come. My will be done. In the ring as it is my temple.
Samoan God of War steps out of the shot too as he catches up to his Samson Family partner. Butterscotch is surprised by Aleki’s words. She looks back at the camera perplexed.
Butterscotch: Taj. Joshua.I’m unsure of where Dr. Knight-Kekoa is but it looks like the Samson Family is all business tonight. They look ready and poised for war.
Samson at commentary responds back.
Samson: Of course they are! The time for talk is over! The Greatest and God Mode will show the wrestling world why the Samson Family sit at the top of the 1WM pecking order. Let’s see Sam Tolson quote tweet after she and Pritchard get their behinds handed to them tonight!
Taj: I doubt anyone will get her to stop.
Samson: Paralysis might…
Taj: Uncalled for, Joshua!
Samson: I regret nothing.
Main Event
Tag Team Match
Samantha Tolson and "Pretty" Ricky Stanton vs. The Samson Family ("Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa © and "Ya Girl" Q ©)
Tag Team Match
Samantha Tolson and "Pretty" Ricky Stanton vs. The Samson Family ("Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa © and "Ya Girl" Q ©)
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY FORTY-SIX “I DO WHAT I DO WANT” MAIN EVENT!!
The crowd pops!
Torres: It is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Kashmir : Instrumental" by Led Zeppelin blares as Samantha Tolson makes her way out from the backstage area to a mixed reception from the crowd.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Jefferson City, Missouri…weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds…standing at five foot eight inches….she is SAMANTHHHHHAAAAA TOLSOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh
Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades...
Torres: Coming to the ring to join his partner…hailing from Richmond, Virginia….weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is Pretty….RICKKKKKKYYYYY STANTOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The teaming of Samantha Tolson and Ricky Stanton seems out of left field but common enemies make for strange bedfellows.
Samson: So you’re saying that Sam and Pritchard are sleeping together? Where did you hear this, Taj? That’s very interesting news and makes perfect sense actually.
Taj: That’s not what I said at all, Joshua.
The lights go out in the arena and a spotlight shines in front of the entrance under the OneTron. The opening choral stanzas of “King” by Palmeeze play. The lights return with a pyro pop. Palmeeze begins his scathing lyrical assassination of an opponent.
Palmeeze: I′m a King / I can take this whole thing lightly / Why would I care that mother fucker don't like me / I′m a King / Standin' with his face screwed up / I got my feet kicked back not giving a fuck / I'm a King / If you came to ball / Why every time I look I see you stuck to the wall / I′m a God / Among men / You just a peasant to a King
The rap continues as "The Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa has stepped out onto the stage gazing at the crowd dripping with arrogance. The self-professed wrestling god looks up to the heavens with outstretched arms as the ring announcer introduces him.
Torres: Making his way to the ring from Long Beach, California….standing six foot four inches tall…..weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... he is the current reigning Pride of 1WM Champion….representing the Samson Family… he is the Samoan God of War... ALEKKKKKIIIIIII KEKOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aleki heads down to the ring. Once inside the ring, Aleki stands in the center of the ring and looks up at the heavens once more with outstretched arms.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons blares through the One Arena as “Ya GIrl” Q, World Heavyweight Championship belt around her waist, makes her way out from the back
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing the Samson Family….she is the current reigning 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is “Ya Girl”....QQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Odd that Aleki’s wife, Alyssa, isn’t out here. Where is she at, Joshua?
Samson: I’m not sure. It is odd but what’s important is that Aleki and Q are out here. This should be an easy and decisive victory for my clients.
Aleki remains in the ring, unmoving, and so Q steps out onto the apron. Ricky and Samantha Tolson exchange a few words and Samantha steps out onto the apron after Ricky decides he wants to get his hands on Aleki. The bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Samson: All that crap Samantha was talking about God Mode, she sure isn’t in a rush to get in the ring with him.
Ricky hops around as Aleki sadistically eyes him. Ricky kicks Aleki in the side of the leg, circling around him. Aleki shrugs it off, moving around Ricky. The Glory GM blasts Aleki with another kick to the side of the leg. Aleki shoves at Ricky, who dodges his hand. Ricky throws a third kick at the side of the leg of Aleki. The Pride Champ this time shoves Ricky backward, but Ricky leaps forward and blasts him with a forearm to the face! Aleki shoves Ricky backward with both hands. Ricky rolls onto his feet and runs at Aleki, who goes for a clothesline, but Ricky ducks underneath. Ricky runs and bounces off the ropes. He springboards and looks for a flying shoryuken, but Aleki catches him in mid-air and runs forward, shoving him into the turnbuckle corner!
Taj: Ricky knows he needs to hit Aleki hard to take the bigger man down, but Aleki’s not going to make it that easy!
Aleki grabs Ricky, lifts him into the air, tosses him across the ring! Ricky scrambles back to his feet and into the corner. Aleki runs at Ricky, who puts his feet up, kicking him in the face! Aleki makes an about face, stumbling into the middle of the ring. Ricky jumps on top of his back, locking him in a sleeper hold! Aleki struggles in the hold before finally deciding to fall backward and crush Ricky! He rolls over for the cover.
One…
Two…Ricky gets the shoulder up!
Taj: Ricky and Aleki are no strangers to each other. It seems like the moment Ricky returned to 1WM, he and Aleki were at each other’s throat.
Samson: Pritchard is a man wallowing in his pathetic life of jealousy, entitlement, booze, and loose women.
Taj: Hmm….that almost sounds like you, Joshua.
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Ricky gets back to his feet and over to his corner. Aleki charges at him, but Ricky dodges at the last second and Tolson catches Aleki with a kick to the side of the head from the apron! Aleki stumbles back as Ricky tags in Samantha Tolson! The crowd explodes at the much anticipated showdown between Samantha and Aleki!
Taj: it’s clear by the fans’ reaction that they are ready to see these two go at it in the ring!
Samson: Samantha really doesn’t want any of God Mode. She’s all social media fingers.
Samantha climbs to the top rope and dives off looking for a flying cross body. However Aleki catches her in mid-air! Ricky bounces off the ropes and takes out Aleki’s legs from behind, causing Samantha to land on top of him! Ricky exits the ring as Samantha gets back to her feet, and quickly hits a kneeling Aleki with a running drop kick! Aleki crawls to a base, stunned as Samantha hits him with a kick to the stomach. Tolson does a cartwheel, but before she can execute her next move, Aleki blasts her in the face with a big boot! Aleki grabs her by the head and drags her up to his corner. Aleki then headbutts her, causing her to slump in the corner. Aleki tags Q in, shooting a glare over his shoulder at Ricky.
Samson: Time for The Greatest to make her presence felt!
Ya Girl runs to the opposite side of the ring and then runs, driving a knee straight into Tolson’s face! The World Champ pulls Samantha out of the corner and goes to cover, but Samantha rolls out of the way, getting to her feet. Q quickly bounces off the ropes and catches Samantha with a running body block! Q hooks the leg.
One…
Two…Tolson gets the shoulder up!
Samantha gets to a seated position and Q drives a knee into her back before gripping her with a chinlock! Samantha struggles, gripping Q’s hands tightly to try to force a break. Samantha turns to the side, getting to her feet. Tolson tries to break free, but Q pulls her back and drives her down to the mat. Q leaps into the air, going for an elbow drop, but Tolson moves out of the way at the last second. Q goes crashing to the mat, gripping her elbow. Tolson blasts Q with a spinning heel kick to the stomach, and then drills her in the side of the head with a forearm shot, causing Q to stagger back. Samantha then fires off a martial arts kick to Q’s head, knocking her down to the mat.
Taj: Samantha getting a bit of momentum here!
Samson: It’s nothing….it’s nothing at all.
Taj: You don’t sound convinced, Joshua?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Q staggers up and Samantha drills her with a roundhouse kick! Samantha looks at the downed Q and then runs and springboards off the ropes, looking for a moonsault! However, Q puts her knees up at the last minute! Samantha bounces up to her feet, holding her stomach. Q charges, but Samantha manages to duck underneath the attempt, bounce off the ropes, and hit her with a headscissors takedown! Samantha quickly hops up on the top rope and then dives off, nailing Q with a flying headscissors! Samantha rolls on top for the cover.
One…
Two…
T…Q kicks out!
Taj: That was very close!
Samson: (under his breath) Too close…
Taj: You say something, Joshua?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Samantha grips Q’s hair, bringing her to feet. However, Q kicks at Samantha’s shin, bringing her down to a knee. Q runs and bounces off the ropes, nailing her with a forearm shot to the face! Samantha grabs at her face as she gets back up to her feet but before she can, Q grabs her and plants her with a DDT. Smirking confidently, Q goes over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Q waits for a stunned Samantha to get to her feet and then dives off, looking for a Molly Go Round, but Samantha ducks out of the way at the last second! However, Q manages to land on her feet. Samantha turns around and Q grabs her and whips her to the ropes. On the return, Q drills her with a back breaker! Samantha’s body bounces off Q’s knee as she clutches her back in pain. Q looks down at Samantha and then positions her on her side before driving a knee into her back. Q kicks Samantha in the back and then grabs her leg, trying to wrangle her into a single leg Boston crab. Samantha fights out, flipping Q over onto the mat with her own incredible leg strength.
Taj: Q went for a submission, but Samantha just managed to escape!
Samson: Just barely!
Samantha gets to her feet and then runs at Q, hitting her with a tornado DDT! Q is stunned as Samantha recoups. Q staggers back into the corner as Samantha gets to her feet. Samantha charges and springs into a shoulder thrust into Q’s midsection. She then does it again! Q stumbles out of the corner, holding her midsection as Samantha plays to the crowd a bit. Samantha runs at Q, who cuts her off with a knee to the face. Samantha stumbles back and suddenly, the two run at each other, attempting a crossbody block at the same time! The women crash into each other and fall down to the mat!
Taj: WHAT AN IMPACT! Both Samantha and Q were thinking the exact same thing!
Aleki steps through the ropes, shooting the ref a death stare when he tries to stop him from getting in the ring. Aleki drags Q’s body over to their corner and then tags himself in. He steps in between the ropes, grabs Samantha, and lifts her into the air into a military press position, holding her there for everyone to see.
Samson: Witness the sheer strength of Wrestling Divinity!
Suddenly Samantha manages to drop down behind him. Aleki turns around, but Samantha crawls through his legs, leaps up and makes the hot tag to Ricky!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
Samson: I thought you retired that catchphrase?
Ricky steps through the ropes and immediately hits Aleki with a Superman punch! Aleki staggers back, but doesn’t fall. Ricky takes a couple of steps back and then blasts Aleki with another Superman punch! Aleki doesn’t fall yet again, but is more wobbly on his feet! Ricky notices this, bounces off the ropes and hits a power clothesline! Aleki goes down and Ricky hops on for the cover.
One…
Two…Aleki nearly throws Ricky off of him!
Taj: Aleki is a very powerful man.
Samson: God.
Taj: Huh?
Samson: You said “man”. Aleki is a Wrestling God.
Aleki gets to his knees when Ricky blasts him with a kick to the face! Ricky grabs Aleki before he can fall and goes to set him up for a F5/Rainmaker. Aleki spins around out of it and lifts Ricky in the air and tosses him stomach first onto the mat. Aleki runs at Ricky, looking for a boot but Ricky sidesteps and Aleki’s foot gets almost hung up on the top rope! Ricky goes over to Aleki, but Aleki grabs him by the head and headbutts him, sending him back down to the mat. Aleki runs and drills Ricky with a body block, sending him down to the mat. Aleki lifts Ricky to his feet, going to set him up for a dominator, but Ricky slides off and behind Aleki. Ricky signals to Samantha who climbs up to the top rope and leaps off, taking down Aleki with a missile dropkick!
Samson: Get her out of there ref! These incompetent referees aren’t worth two flies smashed together!
Ya Girl steps through the ropes, looking to even the odds. Samantha immediately charges at her and Q craftily backs up and ducks, sending Tolson charging over the top rope to the outside! Ricky goes over to Q and grabs her, but Aleki grabs him and spins him around and planting him with a chokeslam! Q exits the ring as Aleki lifts Ricky up before drilling him to the mat with My Divine Right (over-the-shoulder reverse piledriver)!
Taj: This could be it!
Samson: This is it!
Aleki rolls Ricky over and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
T…Suddenly the lights in the One Arena go out!
The lights go out and the fans are unsure of what is going on, and so are the commentators; nothing can be seen in the ring or out of the ring, but the voices of fans can be heard confused, the commentary team itself is likewise confused.
Samson: What the hell?! Did we not pay the power bill? What is going on? This delayed a victory for my two clients. I wouldn’t doubt Pritchard had something to do with this!
Taj: Oh, will you stop it?! Plus, what is going on with the lights?! Honestly, it could be either one of you quite frankly!
Before Joshua Samson could respond to Taj, the lights come up and the people responsible are soon in the ring. Standing in the ring is the group that laid out William Ryder, Raijin Hunter, Travis Levitt, Aiyn Ruin, and Sixx Ryan; it was none other than Bianca Davis, Cory Chevelle, BRADDOCK, Anna Novak, and Nicole Benson; the fans let out a volley of boos at the group.
Taj: Oh not again?!
Samson: Lady Meathead and her conglomerate strikes yet again!
The group all swarm, going after all the participants in the ring. Bianca is heavily involved going after Q who tries to fight back but its cut off by Anna slamming into her, before holding her up for her boss. Bianca takes out her cane and wacks repeatedly over the back of Q doing all sorts of damage, before turning to her bad leg and giving it a solid wack, after that she puts boots to the World Champion as the boos only grow louder.
Samson: WHAT IN THE HELL?! WHERE IS SECURITY?!
Meanwhile, Nicole Benson is going after Sam Tolson, and the multi-time world champion is fighting back but is nailed with the knee to the stomach before being hit with a hard implant DDT nailing down the Pretty Little Murder Machine.
Taj: This is disgusting! All night this group in some form or fashion have been doing what they want!
BRADDOCK and his partner, Cory Chevelle, have ambushed Ricky Stanton and Aleki Kekoa with chairs and have knocked both men to the mat. Chevelle lays into Aleki with a chair, and stands over him shouting “WHAT GOD!!”
Meanwhile, BRADDOCK has straddled Ricky's chest and is reigning down right hands to Ricky's forehead. Braddock gets up and pulls Ricky up with him. A dazed Ricky Stanton swings wild and BRADDOCK counters by whipping him to the ropes and on the rebound, lifts him and tosses him up in the air. Chevelle grabs him on the descent and drives his head into the mat.
Taj: KO by Gravity!
Stanton is left in a heap and BRADDOCK takes this moment to plug his right nostril with his thumb and blow his nose on Ricky. The arena is thunderous with boos as the two fist bump and observe the carnage in the ring. The group as a whole stand in the middle of the ring basking in their wanton act of violence.
Samson: This….this….this…
Taj: We are out of time, everyone! Thank you for joining and we’ll see you at Legendary Forty-Seven!
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