Glory 33 "Love Hurts II" - February 15th, 2023

[Cedric Southern]

Under the cloak of dawn, the silhouette of the Maleficent Mirage loomed ominously at the pier, its jet-black hull merging with the dark waters below in an NYC Harbor. Dr. Alyssa Kekoa, her heart a mixture of determination and trepidation, stepped onto the gangway leading to the ship's main deck. The air was thick with the scent of salt and the underlying hint of menace that seemed to emanate from the ship itself.

As Alyssa walked across the deck, the sound of her footsteps was swallowed by the ship's eerie silence. The deck was deserted, save for the occasional crew member who glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Off hours were obviously creepy. Janitors cleaned from the social event held earlier. The ship's design was a stark contrast to its name, with angular lines and a minimalist aesthetic that felt more like a floating fortress than a vessel of leisure.
Navigating through the labyrinthine corridors of the Maleficent Mirage, Alyssa couldn't help but notice the sophistication of its interior. Dark, polished wood panels lined the walls, accented by sleek, modern lighting that cast sharp shadows, enhancing the ship's mysterious allure. The occasional artwork depicting tempestuous sea scenes added to the ambiance, a reminder of the ship's mastery over the very element it traversed.

Her journey to meet "Pretty" Ricky Stanton was not unimpeded. The closer Alyssa got to the heart of the ship, the more palpable the security presence became. Men and women in nondescript black attire, their eyes hidden behind reflective sunglasses despite the indoor setting, stood guard at strategic points. Each carried themselves with a professional air, their gazes sharp and assessing, making it clear that they were not merely ornamental.

At last, she arrived at a heavy, ornate door, the final barrier between her and Stanton. Two particularly imposing figures flanked the entrance, their scrutiny more intense than any she had encountered thus far. After a tense moment where her credentials were silently examined, the doors opened, revealing the opulent chamber within.

"Pretty" Ricky Stanton awaited her at the far end of the room, seated behind a grand desk that seemed more suited for a CEO than a ship's captain. The room was a stark departure from the minimalist aesthetic of the ship, adorned with luxuries and artifacts that spoke of Stanton's wealth and eclectic tastes. As Alyssa made her way towards him, the weight of the meeting ahead pressed down on her, the culmination of her journey through the Mirage. The air was charged with anticipation, the meeting between Dr. Alyssa Kekoa and "Pretty" Ricky Stanton promising to be anything but ordinary.

PRS: Well now, you actually showed up…..

Alyssa: Against everyone’s better judgment, yes. Ricky, I’m going to get straight to the point. These “surprise” incidents have to stop. Don’t act like you don’t know who is behind them, it’s just us here and we both know it is you. I’m asking you face to face, no more?

There was no anger in Alyssa’s voice, she was calm as she stood before Ricky. Both staring at each other with intensity in their eyes. Unsure of the outcome of this meeting, she was prepared for anything. What she wished for and what could happen weighed on her mind, Alyssa knew how vicious Ricky could be.

Alyssa: What is it going to take to stop this?

The doctor awaited the response from Ricky.

PRS: That business is done (lights a stogie). The fact is we are all in some heat right now with my old tag partner losing her shit. I am here to tell you that I am not sure how many people have aligned with her. Could be three, could be half the company. Word backstage it could be anyone. That is why I need you to broker peace with that do- I mean your husband. We’re all in this shit. She’s got reason with all of. And in a sense…she deserves her revenge.

Alyssa: Ricky, the girl who jumped me was your employee and came straight back to you after her dirty deed. I’m well aware of the shit that went down with Aleki and the rest of you at Legendary. I’m not here for that, I am here to make peace with you. You say that business is done? Are you saying no more of you, your friends or employees jumping me?

PRS: Yes. Those things are done. I will give you my word. Whatever feelings I had against you are done. I will tell respective SE staff the same.

Alyssa: Thank you. I’ll let you get back to work. Oh and Ricky, I have all the confidence that you, Aleki and Samantha are going to clean house .

Alyssa smirks as she turns to walk out of the lavish office.

Ricky watches her leave and motions for Security to make sure she exits without issue. He then gets on the phone and makes another call.

PRS: Yeah, it’s me. I’ve done my part. Just know that at Glory I’ll need you on board. We can’t make money without the ability to do so sans these….distractions….Yeah….I’ll bring it….take care….

Fade out.

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

Glory kicks in with a pan around The One Arena and the 1WM faithful are already on their feet and roaring loudly. After a few moments of basking in the crowd reaction, the camera moves over to show K McBryde and Geno Martinez sitting down at the commentary table.

K: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome once again to an exciting Glory broadcast! And what a night we have in store for you!

GM: Absolutely K. Tonight we're dealing with the fallout from Legendary, and unlike the inferior security on a Tapoca Joe show, our Pretty General manager has made sure to double the security to make sure Bianca's ragtag little group don't get in!

K: Was that before or after Tap gave them a 30 day suspension?

Whatever Geno's response is going to be, its stopped as the lights dim and 'Through the Fire and the Flames' his the PA System! The One raises and roars loudly, the guitar riff revs up, firing up the crowd even more.

K: Well, looks like one victim of that attack is kicking us off tonight as HERE COMES THE DRAGON!

Indeed the flames raise on each side of the stage as from the back out steps 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt in a simple pair of jeans, and a leather jacket. The Dragon isn't in his usual happy mood though, a stern look on his eyes as he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring. He still slaps hands with a few fans that reach out to him, but The Dragon is clearly focused on something else, as he makes his way around the ring. Reaching the timekeepers area, he takes a microphone off the roadie, and then reaches over and snatches up a steel chair as well! The California crowd tense as if expecting a fight, but The Dragon merely slides the chair into the ring and then climbs up the steps. The Dragon makes his way into the ring as his music fades, bending down to pick up the chair with one hand. He glances at the stage for a moment, but then sets the chair up in the center of the ring and casually sits down on it. Travis takes a moment to look around and then slowlty raises his microphone again, while looking at the hard camera.

Travis Levitt: "You know, normally when I come out here, I take my time and I make the effort to make sure you fans know I love you. Because I do. Your'e the best fans in the world. But tonight....tonight I'm going to get right to business. And I hope you can forgive me for that."

Travis pauses for a moment, a glance around showing that indeed the crowd do seem to be willing to let him get to business.

Travis Levitt: "Business. Ain't that.....Huh. Thats the funny thing. Because a few days when I called Stanton, and I said I wanted my name at the top of the sheet, he had no problem with it. That was me and Ricky Stanton being civil, and if that isn't a sign of how fucked up things are around here lately.....I don't know what to tell you."

Travis pauses for a moment and gives a gentle shrug, reaching up to rub at the bandage above his eye. Glancing around for a moment more before he raises the microphone again.

Travis Levitt: "Ya know, since the day I arrived here....Look. I may get a little long winded. Get comfortable folks. Because I've got this mic, I've got this seat, and I've got a story. And I'm going to take my damn time. Because this is important. So where was I.....Right. The day I arrived here. The day I came back to the wrestling business. Did you all know I've just been here six months? Feels a lot longer then that huh? You know why? Because I put in the effort. I don't just mean between these ropes. I don't just mean with you fans. I don't even mean just backstage chatting to people. I go the extra mile. I've gone so far as to look at the archives, study the history books, take notes on all your old favourites. Its how I can sit here, and drop names like Jenn Drew. Like Cain Dominquez. Like Graham Baker. I don't just pull names from a hat. I've watched the footage. I've seen what they did. I know how good they were, and I respect every single person that helped build One Wrestle and make it the Movement it is today."

Travis pauses for a moment and the crowd give a nostalgic roar for those names, Travis glancing around at them and smiling softly.

Travis Levitt: "Oh you liked that? How about some more. How about Erick St. John! How about Lash Donahue! How about ARLEY FUCKING KIRK! The longest reigning and BEST World Champion in One Wrestle History."

There's a roar for that and Travis grins wide as he waits a moment and then shifts slightly forward on his seat.

Travis Levitt: "You know, its because of Arley I'm sitting here right now. Its because of Arley, I can drop those names with confidence. Because when I came to One Wrestle, I was a wet behind the ears nervous wreck. And I had William Ryder offer me his friendship, and I took it. And I like Will, and he's been a good friend. Mostly But it was Arley that took me under her wing. It was Arley that pushed me to the archives. It was Arley that for MONTHS before anyone else, was warning me. Warning me about what to watch out for. Not just me either. She warned ALL of you too. Not just you fans. But every single person backstage too. ARLEY TOLD YOU. Months ago. Warned us all. And not just warned us, she TRIED to do something about it."

Travis pauses for a moment, his face growing more stern and serious as he stares right at the camera and then slowly raises his microphone again.

Travis Levitt: "Arley Kirk told us all what Bianca Davis was capable of. She knew how far that psychotic bitch would go, and she still stepped up. And she paid for it with her shoulder. Lord only knows if or when Arley Kirk steps inside a One Wrestle ring again....but there's going to be one massive I Told You So coming to all of us when she does. And we deserve it."

“Since the day I came back to wrestling, Bianca Davis has been like a roach I can't fucking squash. I've had to watch her get people ambushed. People get destroyed. Injuries shortened. And when repercussions are headed her way, she lawyers up and we're all just suppose to back off. And this isn't a new tactic either. Remember, I'm The fucking Historian. I've seen the footage. For YEARS this bitch has been doing this. Using Money and the Law to keep herself stuck as a pus filled leech on the ASS of wrestling. And it would be easy for me to sit here, and cuss her out, and tell her she has another thing coming, or blame her for last week....but I'm not going to."

“Because I don't blame Bianca Davis for Legendary. I don't even blame Braddock or Cory for taking her money. Or even Ana or Nicole for seeing all that 'power' she has amassed and thinking its attractive. Bianca Davis has built herself into a comfortable position, based on money, power, lawyers, and I don't blame her for it...."

Travis waits a moment and then stands up and looks at the entryway, kicking away his chair and snarling.

Travis Levitt: "I BLAME YOU! All of you. STANTON. TOLSON. KEKOA. SAMSON. Q. ALL YOU COWARDS that have known what Davis is like for YEARS and hasn't done anything. RYDER. STRIKER. CRANE. HUNTER. MATTHEWS. You too. Every single veteran in that damn locker room that KNOWS what Davis is like and just ignored it. Put it off as Bianca being Bianca and not your problem. That sneered down your nose like she didn't fucking matter. Turned your back and rolled your eyes, content to leave it to be someone else's problem. Bianca got to where she is, because NOT ONE of you stepped up to shut her down. NONE OF YOU!"

Travis is now slightly pacing the ring as he stares out at the entryway. He pauses in the middle of the ring and growling quietly.

Travis Levitt: "Bianca Davis is now ALL of our problem because not ONE of you made her YOUR problem. And if we're going to take her and her little conglomerate out....then that ends now. You all need to stand up. You all need to do something. And as for you Davis...."

Travis turns towards the hard camera now, moving closer so he's leaning out and staring at the camera.

Travis Levitt: "Since the day I came back to wrestling, you have been nothing but a pain in my ass. But again and again, I step up and take you down a notch. Because I will always stand up. I stand up for myself. I stand up for These Fans and I stand up for the business that I love. So you can hide yourself behind all the meat and lackeys you want. You can keep hiding behind your money and lawyers. You can cackle and gloat ALL YOU WANT. But mark my words.....I'm going to get you. May not be this week. This month....but those days of you just being a pest? Just being a roach I couldn't squash? Just being someone to shrug off and ignore? Their over. Every action you take.....every move you make......I'll be there. Watching. Waiting. And when I get my chance....."

Travis pauses for a moment and then smiles as he looks around at the crowd and then back at the camera with a scowl.

Travis Levitt: "I'll end your fucking career."

And with that Travis just drops the microphone, turning to head towards the stage as his music cuts back in. The angry Dragon heading off.

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Debut Match
Darcy Graves vs. "Wildcard" Mark Kelly

DING DING DING!!!

The bell sounds and Mark steps out to meet Darcy in the middle of the ring. Darcy runs in and slap at Mark. Mark catches her coming in with a big kick to the face, Darcy goes down hard and Mark tries to cover.

One…

Two…Darcy ROLLS INTO A CRADLE!

One…

Two…Mark REVERSES!

One…

Two…

TH…Darcy KICKS OUT!

K: What a beginning to Glory tonight K McBryde here with Geno Martinez as always and we’re FINALLY into some action!

G: Yeah well a lot needed to be said and honestly, no lies detected! We were all warned! And what did Stanton do? Try to tame that chick with the Tragic Kingdom Tag Team and that Kingdom crumbled!

Mark jumps up and looks for a DDT. Darcy manages to drop to her knees and drills Mark low! Mark’s eyes go wide and he doubles over in pain. Darcy nails him a second and a third time low! Mark falls to his knees and falls out to the floor. Darcy follows him out and hits Grave Keeper (bridging dragon suplex) on the floor! The referee starts counting them out.

One…

Two…

Three…

Darcy gets up and smirks down at Mark, rolling back into the ring.

Four…

Five…

Darcy steps back and the referee motions that she’s up but continues counting Mark out.

Six…

Seven…

Mark starts to stand up and Darcy hits a baseball slide to knock him back down without leaving the ring herself.

Eight…

Nine…

TEN!

The referee calls for the bell!

Torres: Here is your winner by countout…Darcy Graves!

Darcy goes out to the floor and goes for the Grave Robber (kimura lock). Mark kicks her off and starts to fight back. He gets on top of her and starts hammering away. Darcy rolls it and gets on top pounding away in kind. Mark rolls it again and the two keep swinging on each other. Security rushes in to try and pull them away from each other as the crowd cheers the fight on.

G: And we end this one with some overkill

K: And it looks like that’s the calling card for Glory nowadays but glad it got broken up

We go backstage to Brianna Matthews walking through the backstage area with the roar of the crowd echoing around her like a tidal wave of sound. Because she didn’t have a match she showed up in some of her athletic gear which consisted of her black and white chucks, a pair of black leggings, a white tank top and a hoodie over that. Her hair was pulled back in one of her messy buns and she would talk to whatever crew members spoke to her. Finally reaching the medical office, the clatter of footsteps and the hum of conversation surrounded her, but she remained focused, her mind set on the task ahead.

As she reached the entrance to the doctor’s office, Brianna paused, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. The door swung open, and she stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the medical area. The sterile white walls and gleaming equipment provided a stark contrast to the chaos outside, offering a moment of respite from the intensity of competition.

Brie: Hey Alyssa!. I’m here like you requested me to be.

The doctor looks up from reviewing a X ray from a previous patient

Alyssa: Hey Brianna, my assistant is going to take a few X ray’s and then I’ll be doing a examination

Brie: Alright, that’s fine.

The doctor's assistant brings in the portable X-ray machine taking pictures of Brianna’s shoulder, arm and hand while Alyssa pulls the file.

After reviewing the results Allyssa starts the examination

Alyssa: How have you been feeling? Any pain or discomfort?

Brie: I haven’t really had any of that since the second or third day after Legendary. Oh, but I did have just a tad tinge the other day when I was playing with Apollo at home. He loves to play. Dang dog.

Alyssa nods as she continues her examination

Alyssa: On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate this….tinge? And what were you doing as you were playing with Apollo?

Brie: I’d say maybe a 3? But we were playing tug of war and like a dummy I was using this arm instead of the good one.

The doctor steps back and looks at Brianna

Alyssa: You are able to get back out there but personally I’d recommend that you wait a little while longer. There’s still some inflammation in your shoulder, your arm and hand are fine.

Brie: You are the doctor which means you obviously know what you are talking about. You think maybe not Glory but the show after that? It’s Leap Year so I am not sure if we have a Legendary this month. The next show would be Glory in March.

Listening intently, Alyssa nods

Alyssa: Yeah, I’d wait until the next show. To be on the safe side.

Brie: Not a problem for me. I can wait.

Alyssa: Would you be up for lunch soon?

Brie: Yeah, I can go to lunch one day. Just tell me when and where.

Alyssa: Okay sounds good, I’ll text you the when and where tomorrow?

Brie: Sure. Thanks for checking my shoulder. I’ve got a match to go watch now. See ya doc.

The camera man watches her get up and walk out of the room before quickly going back to the ring.

Singles Match
Bia vs. "The Prodigy" Rebecca MacKenzie

DING DING DING!!!

The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. Bia wastes no time in getting things started as she charges across the ring and blasts Rebecca in the face with a hard right hand! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Rebecca stumbles back from the impact. Bia grabs hold of her and shoots her across the ring. Bia bounces off of the ropes and meets Rebecca in the center of the ring, taking her off of her feet with a big clothesline! Rebecca rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Unfortunately for Rebecca, Bia charges over and delivers a running boot that sends Rebecca out to the floor!

G: Bia one of the rising stars here in 1WM

K: Yeah Bia has been A-listing these matches! But Rebecca is giving that work!

Rebecca tries to stagger back up to her feet on the floor. She’s unable to do much of anything before Bia bounces off of the ropes and sends Rebecca to the floor with a suicide dive! Bia grabs hold of Rebecca and rolls her back into the ring. Rebecca stumbles back up to her feet as Bia stands on the apron and waits. Once Rebecca is back on her feet, Bia launches herself into the ring and delivers a slingshot spear! She hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Rebecca tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Bia bounces off of the ropes and tries to gain some momentum, when suddenly Rebecca cuts her off with a superkick! Bia drops to a knee and tries to shake off the cobwebs. Rebecca bounces off of the ropes and sends Bia crashing to the floor with a running neckbreaker! She hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Bia tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Rebecca grabs hold of her and shoots her over toward the nearest corner. Bia reverses the attempt sending Rebecca crashing into the turnbuckle. She stumbles backwards as Bia runs at her from behind and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of the head.

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

Shaking her head, Bia brings Rebecca back up to her feet. She lifts her into the air and tries to deliver a corner powerbomb! Rebecca reverses the attempt and catches Bia with a hurricanrana! She bounces off of the ropes and tries to send Bia back to the mat with a forearm smash! Bia ducks underneath the attempt and spins Rebecca around. She drives her knee into Rebecca’s ribs and then sets her up for The Maelstrom (Fireman's Carry Facebuster)! Bia then hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match…Bia!!!

G: Another solid win!

Streaming LIVE February 29th
Exclusively on ISM Global

Douglas Crane is in one of the VIP suites of The One arena, sitting by the bar at the moment as he waits for the show to return. He wears a white suit with black collared shirt and burgundy tie. He plays with the olives inside his extra dirty martini before turning towards the camera.

Douglas Crane: Cheers.

G: IT’S DOUGLAS CRANE!

K: Stylin and Profilin! Drinking too much as usual I see

He gulps down his drink and then wipes the corners of his mouth carefully with a fancy napkin, then turns back to the camera.

Crane: Dearly beloved, I heard you had been looking for me? Sorry for being absent for so long, but I decided to step away to let… ‘others’ handle the biggest match of our young career, and as you saw, that ended in complete failure… Maybe now the rest of me will understand that it is not just about the rasslin’… That is not just about the violence… Sometimes, you just need a little bit more… Brains? Sure, but that little extra that makes champions in 1WM special… I know we have it in us, and with my help, soon, management will see that.

He turns his attention to a nearby mirror and his reflection appears hurt, if not angry thanks to the words he just spoke.

Crane: Am I lying? I made my return at Legendary 46, and we did what we wanted did we not? Thanks to me, we made Silas Jessup feel a little of our pain. I was hoping for a better fight from Silas if I’m honest, as we were prepared to endure a long battle in which I hoped to put him to sleep like we do most of our worthy opponents, but who knew that a simple brain-buster would be all it would take to douse the napalm? Maybe his flames aren’t burning as hot as they once were… Very unfortunate ol’ sport.

He turns back to us.

Crane: But do you know who’s flame is burning white hot? The man that grabbed our attention as soon as we saw him… We have been in One Wrestle Movement for 9 months and finally we have found someone that attracted us… We could say that Darby Black could also have been one, but he’s long gone and buried. But this new person, this new being… We see so much of us in him… He intrigues us… We see the pain, sure, the hurt, definitely, but also the desire, the fire, and even more so, the rage… It's delicious... and he like us, is holding it back… But unlike us when we seek to release it every now and then, he is keeping it bottled up… Why is that? We are dying to know… Do you know who I am talking about? No? Here are some hints…

Suddenly, his voice changes and gets louder and louder with each name.

He is…Raze Zepplin of course! No? How about…

The Razing Stone…!

The Iron Razen…!!

The Grateful Raze…!!!

The Mercyful Raze…!!!!

Raze No More…!!!!!

SteppenRaze…!!!!!

THE RAZE AGAINST THE MACHINE!!!!!!

He pauses, calming himself down via a breathing exercise and then goes back to that raspy, but almost hushed tone.

The Raze of God and the one who carries the Cross across Jericho…

Do you know we talking about now? Good… How heavy is that cross by the way, Jer? How heavy are your sins? Heavier than ours?

He turns to his reflection in the mirror and smiles evilly before turning back and speaking normally again.

Crane: Sorry, we heard he loves metal. Tonight, he wrestles in the main event, and I… *ahem* we, are going to be watching closely as we seek to learn more… see more… Maybe he could be the one we stand across from next, or perhaps… side by side with… Who knows, only time will tell and we do have time… So for now, I bid you adieu, enjoy the rest of the show ol’ sports.

The bartender gives him another drink and he walks over to the leather recliner looking out into the arena and the ring..

Main Event
Tag Team Match
Raze and “Total Elimination” Jacob Striker vs. "Pretty" Ricky Stanton and "The Ultra Violent Demi Goddess" Rowena Bryne ©

Torres: The following is the GLORY THIRTY-THREE “LOVE HURTS III” MAIN EVENT!!!

The crowd explodes in cheers!

Torres: This is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

The main arena lights go down, replaced by flashing lights and spotlights moving across the ramp. Raze appears at the entranceway and takes a few steps out of the curtain, eyes covered by sunglasses. Older fans cheer him on, now joined by younger fans he has won over.
He stops a moment, surveying everything in front of him as the vocals to his music come in.

He strides down the ramp with the casual confidence only a veteran could possess, checking wraps on his hands without looking as he gets to the ringside area and hops up onto the ring apron.

"Feeling alright in the noise and the light, but that's what lights my fire"

He gets into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle of the corner at the ring steps, throwing his fists high overhead.

"HELLRAISER, in the thunder and heat"

The main lights come back up, letting the crowd see him as he walks to the opposite corner to do the same thing, working his way to all four corners. When he's done, he removes the sunglasses and his t-shirt, letting everyone see the countless scars all over his torso, especially his back, relics of his past, etched into his flesh. With a crick of the neck and roll of a shoulder, he's ready to go.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Glasgow Scotland…..weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…..standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is RAZZZZZEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon puts throughout the One Arena as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.

Torres: His partner coming to the ring hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…..standing at a height of six feet even….making his 1WM in-ring return….he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is a former two-time World Heavyweight Champion….he is Total Elimination….JACOOOOBBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

(commentary)

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

Back in black, I hit the sack

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

Yes, I'm let loose from the noose

That's kept me hanging about

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

Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die

I got nine lives, cat's eyes

Abusing every one of them and running wild

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

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

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

Yes, I'm back in black, oh

Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades…

K: There he is - the man that’s in everyone’s mouths as usual! The Pretty GM!

G: That….that don’t sound right but we’ll move on it’s a family show but yes Ricky Stanton is still recovering after that attack he suffered on Legendary so to go from one Main Event to another it must be tiring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Richmond, Virginia….weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is a former Interim Glory Champion….he is Pretty….RICKKKKKKKYYYYYYY STANTOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

"Nightmare" by Nyxx plays over the One Arena sound system as Rowena Bryne, Glory title around her waist, makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: And his partner weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds…..standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is the current and reigning Glory Champion….she is the Ultra-Violent Demi-Goddess….ROWENNNNNNNNNNAAAAAA BRYNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

K: She is the Glory Champion. The person that beat Ricky Stanton and ended his absolute reign of Glory. Rowena is here!

DING DING DING!!!

The referee rings the bell and Ricky and Rowena debate who should start off. The Pretty GM steps out of the ring and Raze starts off by rushing at Rowena. He attempts to her with a running dropkick, Rowena side-steps and tosses him clear across the ring. Raze gets to his feet and scowls at his opponent. He rushes at her again, hitting her with a hard right and follows up with a series of jabs before bringing her to the mat with an armdrag takedown.

They both get to their feet and Rowena pulls off a Striking Darkness (running Muay Thai knee). She goes and makes the tag to Ricky as Raze crawls over to his corner. Jacob slaps his back and meets Ricky in the center of the ring with a kick to the back of his leg. He drops down and Jacob hits him with a spinning back elbow.

G: Good sequence to start out you can see Ricky is still moving a little slow

K: He’ll pick it up it’s what he does - he’s feeling out the opponents.

Jacob whips Ricky into the ropes, leaps over him once, setting up for a knee to the face. Ricky however scouts this and bowls him over with a clothesline from Hell instead! Ricky pulls Jacob to his feet and snaps off a suplex before tagging in Rowena. Bryne drops Jacob with a snapmare before dragging Jacob to the center of the ring. She hits him with another snapmare. Raze distracts the referee by pointing at Ricky before sneaking in a kick to the back of Rowena’s head!.

Jacob crawls to his corner and tags in Raze, who climbs the top rope and hits Rowena with a missile dropkick! He kicks her several times and growls at Ricky Stanton. Raze pulls Rowena up by her hair and piledrives her!

K: HE BETTER STAY FOCUSED!!!

G: Everyone is eyeing Stanton for sure - Rowena is the Glory Champion buddy!

Raze pulls Rowena to her feet and hits her with a punch to the face. Raze goes for a second and Rowena desperately counters with a quick cutter! She then tags in Ricky.

K: And here comes Stanton

Ricky comes in and picks up where Rowena left off; he pulls Raze to his feet and snaps a quick suplex followed by back body drop. He then tags Rowena back in.

Rowena looks confused and slaps Ricky on the chest to tag him back in. Ricky looks down at his chest to where Rowena tagged him. He pauses for a moment before waving his hand and mumbling something. He slaps Rowena on the back and taps his where his watch would be.

Rowena steps into the ring and shoves her partner.

G: Oh no! Ricky Stanton and Rowena Bryne seem to be having a communication breakdown.

Raze is up now and he and Jacob have noticed the bickering between their opponents. Ricky shoves Rowena and throws his arms in the air in despair. Raze and Jacob begin to stalk them like prey. Rowena shoves Ricky back and shrugs her shoulders as if to say..”let's do this.”

K: Ummm, ok are they good?

Raze and Jacob rush in and Ricky and Rowena turn at the last moment. They greet their opponents with massive kicks to the guts! Ricky hits the F-5 on Jacob Striker and Rowena Bryne hits Visions of Insanity (Sister Abigail) on Raze. They cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

K: What a finish! Do you think they planned that?

G: Don't know, don't care. This kind of quality wrestling is what you get on Glory!

Torres: The winners of this match…Ricky Stanton AND Rowena Bryne!!!

Ricky has a cold look on his face as he looks over at his downed opponents when he notices that Jacob is fixing him with a very cold looking smile that turns slightly smug of all sudden.

K: Wait, why is he smiling about?!

Suddenly the two men with mirror ball masks that have been following Jake suddenly hit the ring! They hit stereo superkicks right into Ricky's face before they do the same to Rowena. One of them slowly arches his head over to look over at Ricky who is starting to get back up to his feet. The two men quickly go over and hoist him up before they quickly drop him with an assisted swinging neckbreaker.

G: What the hell are those two guys doing?!

K: Making Ricky more money in fines alone I think, because this seems to have been a planned attack.

The crowds at ringside don't know if they should be cheering or booing when the two men look at each other. Jacob simply nods in approval before the shorter of the two men reaches up and slowly removes his mask to reveal a face that gets a large pop from the fans. When the other man removes his mask as well, the pop gets even bigger as Jake is handed a mic.

Jacob Striker: You wanna boast and brag about how you brought a little bird to Cedric's company, Ricky...hmm? Well, I brought him and this company a fucking *DYNASTY*!!

Jake hands the mic over to the dark haired man.

Man: Mister Stanton, my name is David Slayton and this tall, glowering example of brutality is my younger brother Patrick. We are known internationally as the Dynasty and before you ask, you little toad suck, we're not for sale. Be seeing you!

David then tosses the mic onto Ricky's chest before the three men leave the ring to Motionless in White's cover of "Du Hast". So afer the arena goes dark….music starts to hit from Alice In Chains…

Here they come to snuff the rooster, ahh yeah
Yeah, here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no, you know he ain't gonna die

Up in the VIP area stands “The Rooster” Rex Roarke and the light shines on him glaring at the two men

K: What….what in the hell is an Enhancement Talent like The Rooster doing out there tonight!

G: He didn’t help Stanton that’s for sure but there’s something ticking in his brain. But that will have to wait for next time. From all of us here good night everyone!

Stanton’s Goons help him onto a stretcher as Rowena gets up on her own will as Glory goes off the air.

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