One Night of Legendary Glory (L48/G35) - 21 April 2024

[Cedric Southern]

On the deck of the Maleficent Mirage, "Pretty" Ricky Stanton stood tall, his signature smirk etched across his face as he surveyed his domain. The salty breeze tousled his slicked-back hair as he leaned against the railing, the setting sun casting an orange glow over the vast expanse of the ocean.

As the crew bustled around, preparing for the evening ahead, a sleek limousine pulled up to the dock, its tinted windows shielding its occupants from view. Onboard stood Brianna Matthews, resplendent in her elegant gown, the emblem of 1WM gleaming on her necklace. Ricky's grin widened at the sight of his longtime rival.

"Brianna!" Ricky called out, his voice carrying over the dock. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

Brianna emerged from the limo with a confident stride, her gaze meeting Ricky's with a mixture of amusement and determination. "You know why I'm here, Ricky," she replied, her tone laced with a hint of rivalry. "The Alumni Banquet before 'Legendary.Your chef called and told me that I should come get some of his awesome food he makes even though I am not an alumni!"

Ricky chuckled, gesturing for Brianna to join him at the railing. "Ah, yes, the festivities before the storm. Always a pleasure to have you aboard. It’s been…a minute since we saw each other…let alone in calm waters… the event is in peace, so we should work to keep it that way.

The two exchanged a warm embrace, their mutual respect palpable despite the underlying tension between them. As they reminisced about each other’s past battles and victories, the crew discreetly set up tables and chairs on the deck, preparing for the banquet ahead.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of pink and purple, the Alumni Banquet began in earnest. Wrestlers from 1WM's storied history mingled with current stars, sharing tales of triumph and defeat over glasses of champagne.

Ricky and Brianna found themselves at the center of the festivities, their banter drawing laughter and cheers from the assembled guests. Despite their fierce competition in the ring, things were going well.

As the night wore on and the stars twinkled overhead, Ricky and Brianna stood on the balcony.

PRS: You know, now that we are here we should probably have that civilized talk. I really am sorry for everything that happened. I’m not sure who scorched the sun first, but it’s so far in the distance now. So much has happened.

Brianna: You’re right. We should have that civilized discussion. Things happened the way they did because I didn’t know you were only looking out for what some would say is my best interest. I mean we spent time together, and then I realized what you did, but you were so kind to let me come to The Hive to train and you gave me The Phoenix moniker too. I was being stubborn is all. So because of that, I want to apologize for that and how I spoke to you and treated you. And as you said, that’s all in the past. I forgive you for everything you have done during that time too.

Looking around she would turn to Ricky looking at him.

Brianna: I’ve had a lot of things to think about recently and I just didn’t know how to handle some things cause I bottle things up inside and I don’t deal with things very well when I do that. Oh, and don’t be telling people I forgive others for things. I have a reputation to uphold.

She quickly winked after that statement, smirking a bit.

PRS laughs and drinks more.

PRs: You have to try this new Rum I picked up from the islands.

Laughs more.

PRS: NEVER thought you’d be back here on my ship. But I guess time can change a lot.

They drink the night away as the scene fades into the moonlight.

THE NEXT MORNING

Ricky is laying in a random cabin on the floor. The VIP Suite looks like a Velvet Room. The birds can be heard outside from the open slide door to a private balcony. Ricky squints as the sun rays hit him in the face. There are papers on the floor and a woman in the bed.

PRS: Yo, you gotta go. I’ve got stuff to do.

Woman: Just…just five more minutes.

PRS: Nah, the help is coming…we gotta move.

*The camera spins to the woman in the bed. Her hand draped over the side it zooms in on two wedding bands. The pans out to see Brianna Matthews pull back the covers still dressed from last night. The room is full of snacks and drinks everywhere. She opens her eyes realizing she stayed over. *

Brie: FUCK FUCK FUCK RICKY!!!

PRS opens his eyes to realize it’s Brianna.

PRS: BRIANNA. Why….WHY…ARE YOU STILL HERE! Fuck we got drunk

Brie: Ricky I need to go

PRS: (Gets off floor) Yeah ya do. What’s all this paperwork? (Looks down and sees a certificate of marriage and his face goes pale)

Brie: What happened? Did you find an unpaid bill? (Ricky says nothing) Stop playing you’re scaring me Ricky stop the bullshit

PRS: I…I….OH NO…NO NO NO WHERE DID WE GO LAST NIGHT.

Brie: We were on the balcony drinking

PRS: DID WE LEAVE THE SHIP!

Brie: DON’T YELL!

PRS picks up all the paperwork and starts cussing as he shows it to Brianna and she starts cussing. Meanwhile the janitors are outside laughing cause they they they’re having rough sex

Brie: HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN! OH MY GOD RICKY MY BROTHER IS GOING TO BE SO MAD IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS!!!!

PRS: Yeah and he looks like the killing type. Ok, let’s breathe. Let’s relax. I got a guy on board that can maybe annul this calls but no one answer*

*looks on paperwork and sees there are some stips*

PRS: Ok…wow….ok…so what I do know is we didn’t do anything cause we’re still dressed so that’s good. Now, oh boy… sooooo

Goes to the door and discovers it’s the honeymoon suite. Brianna comes up behind him seeing it.

Brie: Velvet Stanton? For Honeymooners?

PRS: IT’S BEYOND THE POINT AND WE WERE GOING TO REDESIGN THIS ROOM! Brianna we….WE’RE MARRIED. DON’T ASK ME HOW OR WHY BUT YEAH, THIS IS LEGIT! *paces the room* WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO LAST NIGHT!!!!!!! WHY WOULD I AGREE TO SUCH A BULLSHIT ID–

*looks at Brianna as she has her arms folded*

Brie: AS IF IT’S SO AWFUL BEING MARRIED TO ME?

PRS: YOU’RE MISSING THE POINT!

Brie: DAMMED YOU’RE RIGHT YOUR RIGHT OK OK WE GOTTA FIGURE THIS OUT BUT I GOTTA GET HOME!

PRS: I’LL GET ONE OF MY GUYS TO CARRY YOU TO MY PLANE DIRECTLY AND YOU CAN FLY HOME WITHOUT DEALING WITH THE POOR PEOPLE. And take that ring off before it gets us both killed and on Dateline!

Brianna nods as they leave the cabin picking up the papers and stressed out.

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The arena comes to life and the Santa Monica crowd is loud enough to just about drown out the sound of Legendary's theme music, only proceeding to almost drown out the pyrotechnics too! The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and Joshua Samson, Esquire are seated.

Taj: WELCOME TO ONE NIGHT OF LEGENDARY GLORY!!

Samson: So let me get this right…this entire show is a combination of Legendary Forty-Eight and Glory Thirty-Five “Pay Your Dues”?

Taj: That is correct, Joshua.The first portion will be Legendary, hosted by us, we’ll have a short intermission and then Glory, hosted by K. McBride and Geno, will commence.

Samson: Wow! That’s different. Wrestling fans are in for a very special treat indeed.

Taj: Very much so. So less talking from us and let’s get right into this one of a kind night!

Cameras show Silas Jessup, his beautiful other half, Emmy, and Vito all sitting just a few rows back from ringside. The Initiative give nods of acknowledgement to the camera before the camera cuts to the back.

The camera fades in to show a long stretch limousine pulling up to The One Arena in Santa Monica, California. The driver opens the door, and Ya Girl Q steps out, dressed in a stylish business pant suit and the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over her shoulder. She looks focused and determined as she scans the area, acknowledging the fans who have gathered outside the arena.

As Q begins to make her way towards the entrance, 1WM Senior Backstage Reporter, Butterscotch Monroe, approaches her with a microphone in hand. The well-respected journalist known for her insightful interviews and deep knowledge of the wrestling world is quick to try to get a word with the champ.

Butterscotch: Q, tonight is a big night for you as you have the opportunity to break Arley Kirk's record and become the longest-reigning champion in 1WM history. How are you feeling heading into your match against Travis Levitt?

Q pauses for a moment, taking in the magnitude of the moment.

Ya Girl Q: Butterscotch, tonight is more than just a match for me. It's a chance to etch my name into the history books, to solidify my legacy as one of the greatest champions in 1WM history, and prove just why ‘The Greatest’ is more than just a moniker. Travis Levitt is a formidable opponent, but I've faced challenges before and come out on top. Tonight will be no different. I'm ready to defend my title and make history.

Q doesn’t give Butterscotch another opportunity to ask further questions as she passes her on by to head inside The One Arena determined to make history.

Ailyn is sitting in the locker room assigned to TeamTRIOCS as she's a born and raised Team member. She most certainly doesn't have the same mean streak in her as the others do. While she gets herself ready for her match with a woman she's wanted to get her hands on ever since she showed her ugly head in the business Ai was bred to be a superstar in. She puts on her favorite gear to be a good luck charm. The door of the room opens and she sees one of the most important people in her young life waltz inside. Rylee Ruin looks rather pleasant as the girl she trained from a very young age stands before her. As soon as she begins to speak Ai realizes the most pleasant and original personality is present at the moment.

Ryleigh: The moment has come where our family finally gets to give back a little bit of the pain the Benson family has brought up on ours, little love.

Ailyn looks up to her Auntie Ry-Ry as she calls her a face full of concern.

Ailyn: I know you and Xander have a long standing beef with that family, Auntie. Not that I'm not beyond excited to show this chick that there's levels to this business and she's nowhere near anyone trained by TRIOCS. And, she and her stupid little group deserve a receipt for the gang attack on me and my friends a few weeks back.

Ryleigh: We can totally get the need to show her that we're not to be taken lightly. But, remember that it's not just her. She has an entire crew she hides behind. Unfortunately that bitch Bianca Davis has got something against your mentor, what you did to save him is exactly what you should be doing, no matter what anyone else thinks! She and Travis are the thorn in each other's sides. As I'm sure you're very aware. I have to say you chose perfectly with the men in your life. We're beyond proud of the woman you've become, hope you know that.

Ai looks up at her Aunt and there's tears in her eyes. This is the first time since her mental breakdown that it feels like the family member that's her favorite is actually standing before her in a very long time.

Ailyn: Thank you for noticing, Ry-Ry. I've made a few bad judgment calls with the women in my professional life. But, it's okay because the guys in my life are the best!

Ryleigh looks over her shoulder to see Ai's husband Dax sitting on the bench behind her.

Ryleigh: Yeah, we're both lucky enough to have found our person. Your Auntie Ryn's up in the family suite with her friend Elle.

Ai looks a little confused of who Elle could be.

Ailyn: Who's that?

Ryleigh: The Šatan little sister.

Ailyn: Ohh, you mean Eliška. She's here in the States now?

Ryleigh: Yep, she and Timo’s family finally got their green cards. And she's going by Elle here in the US seeing Eliška is too hard for most Americans to say. Anyways, there's a second problem you have here besides Davis’s nerd herd, right??

The Silly Girl looks confused about what Ry's talking about.

Ailyn: What do you mean Auntie?

Ryleigh: Those fake scary people…

Ailyn: Ohh, you mean The Sinister Circle. Those three are an annoyance in my life I don't know how to get rid of!!

Ryleigh: Welcome to the wrestling business, little love. There are going to be some that are so jealous of you, god given Talent, and your beauty that they feel they should come for you. I really think that you had that problem more than once here in 1WM, Just sayin'!!

The two women giggle when Ry-Ry stole Ai's catchphrase.

Attention shifts to the skybox as The Conglomerate enters the room. The crowd boo's as the camera closes in on the leader, Bianca Davis. Bianca winks at the camera and smiles. Braddock and Chevy are both carrying cases of Pabst blue ribbon under their arms as they start setting cases down and filling large pales with ice.

Bianca Davis:
This is nice!

Braddock cracks open a Pabst and starts gulping it down. He starts tossing beers to the others shouting “LETS START THIS SHIT OFF RIGHT!” Chevy laughs, popping the tab of his beer before sharing a cheers.

Cory Chevelle:
Stick to the plan tonight.

The group nods. Bianca turns and looks out through the glass at the crowd, she waves. Braddock and Chevy come up along side her and start giving everyone the bird while downing their beers.

Bianca:
Are you two always so… Vulgar?

Braddock looks at Chevy then back at Bianca.

Braddock:
It's kind of of our thing.

Bianca smiles and nods. Chevy stands off to the side giggling to himself over something.

Braddock:
The hell you laughing about chuckles?

Cory Chevelle:
I see what she did there.

Braddock smashes a can over his forehead and shakes his head at Chevelle while Bianca is trying not to laugh.

Cory Chevelle:
Alright boys and girls, don't act surprised but there's a camera man in this room with us…

Chevy turns and faces the camera, as do the others with the window being in their background. Chevelle takes his hat off and holds it over his chest.

Cory Chevelle:
Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners of first and only ever warzone match in one Wrestle history! You can call us whatever you want, but in the history books it'll have a long side our names; “Winners” while the rest of you sad sumbitches are still out there cryin’! We are THE CONGLOMERATE, and we are simply just DOMINANT! Your heroes have failed you. Your God's have failed you. Because while some of them make excuses after excuse, I told you; I TOLD ALL OF YOU! Papa Chevy was coming into that match like Mahomes at the super bowl, now look me in the eye and tell me I'm lying!

Chevelle turns to Braddock..

Cory Chevelle:
B?

Braddock shakes his head. Slapping Chevy on the shoulder. Chevy turns to Bianca and Nicole.

Cory Chevelle:
Ladies?

Bianca and Nicole shake their heads. Chevelle turns his attention back to the camera.

Cory Chevelle:
Aleki, I told you I was gonna humble you. I told you, I'm the guy who's gonna knock you on your ass every time! Well guess what, I ain't done yet boy!

BRADDOCK smirks and let's out a belch.

BRADDOCK:
Big Head, we ain't done wit you, either.

The scene transitions back to ringside.

Singles Match
Nicole Benson vs. Ailyn Darrington

Ailyn Darrington steps into the ring as the fans continue to cheer her on. Nicole Benson glares at her in annoyance. The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Ailyn turns her attention toward Nicole, trying her hardest to look focused and ready. Unfortunately for her, Nicole charges and nails her in the mouth with a forearm strike! She follows it up with a second and then a third - the impact of the blows sending Ailyn back to the ropes. Nicole grabs hold of Ailyn and shoots her across the ring. Ailyn comes back on the rebound and Nicole responds by lifting her into the air, slamming Ailyn to the mat face-first! Ailyn tries to groggily stumble back up to her feet, only to have Nicole bounce off of the ropes and hit her with a boot to the side of the head!

Taj: Nicole Benson might not be in the ring all that often, but she's capable of wrestling angry, and wrestling mean.

Samson: Come on, Taj, you’re putting a little bit too much on it. She’s just as green as the lettuce in my garden salad I had for lunch today.

Taj: Like you had salad for lunch?

Samson: Mind you business, Taj.

Nicole grabs hold of Ailyn and locks her into a front facelock in hopes of wearing her down. Ailyn tries to fight her way out of Nicole's grasp, but Nicole responds by hitting Ailyn in the mouth with a series of knee strikes! Ailyn stumbles away from Nicole and grabs the ropes in an effort to remain on her feet. Nicole pulls Ailyn away from the ropes and lifts her into the air, slamming her to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…Ailyn kicks out!

Nicole angrily glares down at her and delivers a few hard stomps to Ailyn, who crawls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet.

Taj: The match may have just started, but it's looking like Nicole is beginning to take control of it!

Samson: How much is Lady Meathead paying you to pump up her “protege”?

Taj: I resent that, Joshua! You know that I am very unbiased when it comes to commentating

Samson: Well you haven’t said one good thing about Ailyn. I mean, there’s not much good to say so I suppose I don’t blame you.

Ailyn heads toward the nearest turnbuckle and tries to recover. Nicole glares at her and waits for a moment before charging at Ailyn to hit her with a splash! Ailyn ducks out of the way and Nicole crashes into the turnbuckle instead! She stumbles a step before slumping against the turnbuckle and trying to catch her breath. Sensing an opening, Ailyn quickly hurries back toward the center of the ring. She charges forward and throws her hip into Nicole's ribs - Nicole gasping for air on impact.

Ailyn quickly grabs hold of Nicole and pulls her toward the middle of the ring, sending her to the mat with a snapmare! Ailyn bounces off of the ropes and lines herself up with Nicole, hoping to hit her with a knee strike on the rebound! Nicole ducks underneath the knee strike and grabs hold of Ailyn, wrestling her into position for a DDT! Ailyn spins out of the DDT, keeps her grip, smirking as she plants Nicole Benson on the mat with The End (Crossrhodes)! The fans cheer as Ailyn hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

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

Taj: Ailyn picks up a clean win against a member of Conglomerate!

Samson: Did we really expect anything else?!

We go backstage yet again, as we are greeted by Mari Moon. She’s in one of the designated interview style areas. Behind her you can see Bia pacing back and forth. She’s dressed to compete, her gear all black leather and silver hardware. Her signature eye paint is done and stark red hair braided in the style of a female Viking. Mari smiles into the camera as she begins to speak.

Mari Moon: “Hello ladies and gentlemen, a few weeks ago Brianna Matthews issued an open challenge to anyone on the roster to face her tonight at Legendary 48. With me now is the woman who answered that very challenge. She’s been on a bit of a run lately, she calls herself the ‘West Australian War-Goddess…Bia.”

Mari looks and realizes that the pacing Bia isn’t directly beside her. Mari turns around, noticing Bia and reaches out touching her shoulder. Bia stops, looks at Mari’s hand, and then glares directly at Mari who pulls it away quickly. There’s a moment of nervous tension before Bia cracks a smile and claps Mari on the shoulder. The force of which takes the interviewer by surprise as she takes a step forward, looking somewhat pained.

Bia: “Sorry bout that darl’. Thought I’d give ya a bit of a gee up.”

Mari nods and smiles a little apprehensively as she holds up a hand.

Mari Moon: “That’s okay Bia. Now, you’ve been a part of 1WM for a while now. You signed back in November of last year and debuted at Legendary 45. Four months and this is the first time we’ve actually had the chance to hear from you.”

Bia: “Yeah, I guess it is. But see, here’s the thing. I’ve been here for about four months now as ya said right? And I’ve noticed a few things. Firstly…that 1MW has some of the most talented stars in the entire sport. There’s not a single person on the roster you could point at and say, ‘they stick out like the dog’s balls’. Cept maybe Mark.”

She laughs a bit at the expense of her mate who’s been battling a knee injury.

Bia: “Sorry Kels, ya know I love ya mate. But yeah…the athletes here are next level. You know the other thing I’ve noticed Mari?”

Mari just shakes her head and gives a shrug.

Mari Moon: “No, what did you notice Bia?”

Bia: “They all talk too bloody much!”

Bia raises her voice, accentuating her statement. Bia scoffs a bit as she shakes her own head.

Bia: “Nothing back here but piss and wind Mari. That ain’t what I’m about. Yeah, nah. Everyone else can get balls deep in the drama, I’ll just be sitting over there drinkin’ the coffee because only pommy twats drink the tea. I didn’t fly a third of the way around the bloody world…leaving me mates and me family behind…to stand back here and spout off at the mouth! I came here to show the world, in that ring, exactly why you’re looking at Australia’s greatest export!”

Mari Moon: “Well I think everyone here would agree you’ve turned heads since you’ve arrived. You’ve notched some impressive wins so far and tonight you have a chance to do it again against Brianna Matthews.”

Bia grins as she rubs her hands together, running her tongue over her teeth in anticipation.

Bia: “Too right I do Mari. Bri went out on social media and threw out her open challenge and I answered that in a hot second. I don’t let chances pass me by hun. I take every opportunity and grab it with both hands. There was no way it was ever gonna be anyone but me and her tonight. And I’ve been countin’ down the days ever since.”

Mari Moon: “Now, Brianna has joined with Haley Chevelle and the pair have been spending time down in her father Corey’s Camp Silverback. You’ve had a few run-ins with Vulgar Display of Power. Does that give you any pause heading into the match tonight?”

Bia: “Me? Pause?”

Bia chuckles.

Bia: “Big boys don’t scare me. Corey knows first hand I don’t take a backwards step. I keep moving forward and why? Because I don’t got any other choice! What’s gone on between me and them ain’t done. Nah, not by a long shot. But I’m not worried about them, they’ve got their own shit to deal with tonight. My focus has been solely on Bianna and when that bell rings there won’t be nothin’ between us but space and opportunity.”

Mari Moon: “We’ve seen things get a bit…heated leading up to tonight. Could make for a spicy match out there.”

Bia grins, remembering their little barbs back and forth as the match had gotten closer.

Bia: “Doesn’t bother me Mari, ain’t nothing wrong with a little heat in ya curry every now and then, eh? We both are going out there looking to win. Shit gets said. Feathers are ruffled. The fact is…Brianna seems to have a massive chip on her shoulder. Now, quite frankly, I don’t care why…it ain’t none of me business. But if she ain’t careful that things gonna send her arse over tit. Me old man had a saying.”

She laughs again.

Bia: “Actually he had a few…but one always stuck with me. Whenever I’d be playing sport, ya know, soccer…or netball…or floor hockey, whatever right? And we’d lose a game, or I’d miss a shot, or whatever the case…and I’d be in a shit mood he’d always tell me, ‘Bia, don’t carry your divots’. When I was younger I didn’t get it but the older I got the more it resonated with me yeah? Brianna has said she’s looking forward to tonight. She’s got a new bestie…and a new training camp…and she claims she’s ready. But is she?”

Mari Moon: “You don’t think she is?”

Bia: “I don’t want to say she isn’t but the fact is…I’ve watched her. She’s going at Joshua Sampson. Then it’s Ricky Stanton. Then she’s got issues with Alyssa Knight-Kekoa over her new training buddies. That in turn brings in her husband. And the entire time she’s been waffling on with these cryptic tweets about how everyone is having a go at her, betraying her, and holding her down. How she's not heard or isn’t seen and how Legendary is gonna be where it all changes.”

Bia just shakes her head somewhat bemused.

Bia: “I can’t tell if she's a bloody pro wrestler or an effin soapie star. She’s got too many pots on the stove Mari and I think maybe, just maybe she’s not quite as focused on me and this match as she seems to think. And that is gonna be her downfall, because while she’s jumping from one foot to the next she won’t even see me coming. She’s gonna find out first hand exactly how much I’m not like Bianca Davis! I don’t need to take short cuts. I don’t need to break the rules. I don’t need a squad of goons to take you out either. I only need one thing Mari…and that’s me baby, just me.”

Bia smacks her chest emphatically a few times.

Bia: “Everything I need to kick your arse is right under here! I’ve got enough ticker for two lifetimes…built Aussie tough! And while Brianna sadly won’t be finding that attention she so desperately craves, she’ll have to wait a little longer. What she will find out is equally as important…”

Mari Moon: “And what’s that Bia?”

Bia: “That I’m un-stop-pable. Tsk.Tsk.”

Bia gives Mira a cheeky wink, grinning as she clicks her tongue and gives the interview the old finger gun gesture before walking out of the shot. Mira watches her go before turning back to the camera.

Mari Moon: “Well, there you have it. Bia is out to prove a point tonight. And we’ll have to wait and see whether Brianna Matthews has an answer for her. Back to you guys.”

The scene then transitions back to the ringside area.

Singles Match
Bia vs. Brianna Matthews

“Celebrity Skin” by Hole begins to play over the PA system and Brianna Matthews walks out from the back. Usually, she would stop to take selfies with fans or give them high fives but tonight she was walking directly to the ring. Once down near that ring she climbed the steps and went on the apron wiping her feet before stepping through the ropes. Going over to the side of the ring where the commentary table is and ring announcer she requested a mic.

Taj: It seems as if Brianna Matthews, uh, Brianna Stanton, has something to say before the beginning of her match against Bia.

Samson: Oh great! Not only do we have to suffer through a match she’s nine times out of ten going to lose, we have to hear her squawking before it!

Once Brianna had that mic in hand she went to the middle of the ring. When her music died out she would put the mic to her lips and walk around inside the ring.

Brie: I came out to the ring before my match tonight because I want to talk about the word friend and what it means. You see, a friend is someone who’s got your back through thin and thin. A friend is supposed to be someone you can count on no matter what. A person isn’t supposed to be your friend and then turn on you for no reason. But a few days ago one of my friends questioned me about choices that I make and asked me if I had aligned myself with the likes of Braddock and Chevy. That person was Ally Kekoa.

Pacing around some more she looked out into the fans before stopping in the middle of the ring.

Brie: Let’s talk about Ally Kekoa shall we? If you don’t know her then allow me to tell you all about her. You see, Ally Kekoa is not just the doctor for 1WM but she is also the wife of Aleki Kekoa. Only I'm not out here because of Aleki, I’m out here because of her. So Ally -pauses- let’s address the Elephant in the room, shall we? And I know you’re in the back listening because you are the doctor of 1WM and need to be ready for when someone needs you but I’ve got something to say and you’re going to hear it.

She paused before scanning the crowd hearing the different mixed reactions.

Samson: I hope Bia takes this as the utmost disrespect and squashes Flip Flop like the annoying bug she is.

Brie: Ally, you dared to question me about my choices. About what I chose to stand alongside Braddock and Chevy. But let me set the record straight, Ally, I never made that decision. I told you, and I kept trying to tell you, that Haley asked if I needed a manager and that when I told her I thought about it before she told me to come to Camp Silverback where I could meet the trainers and see how they train their way. Honestly, you didn’t even give me a chance to explain. You just cut all ties with me, like that.

She snaps her fingers for emphasis, her frustration evident.

Brie: But that’s not all, because you see Ally came to me not too long ago with a different story. She came to me because she wanted to learn how to defend herself. She said she was tired of being attacked all the time. And you know what, she asked for my help. So when you came to me for my help Ally, what did I tell you? I told you that I would only consider it if Aleki gave me the ok to help you considering he and I split up when you came back around. When I went to him he told me that he trusted your decision on who to train you and if I was the one you wanted to train you then I should but I had to have someone help me. So I asked Jericho to help me. But do you know why that is Ally? Let’s talk about that because you know deep down if you were an active wrestler, not a doctor, I would wipe you all over this ring. However, you asking for my help wasn’t because you wanted help to train to defend yourself was it Ally? No no no. It was because you think I was trying to steal your man from you.

Glaring into the camera Brianna would get closer to it.

Brie: I don’t want your man Ally. I haven’t wanted him since the night I walked out on him. And now you need to remember one thing, Ally, I was never your friend. I was only cordial with you because you are Aleki’s wife and I work with him. I kept the situation calm and peaceful. And what do you do? Question my alliances and my choices. You chose this not me and now I don’t have a reason to keep up the charade of being your friend. You see you’re not like the rest of us Ally. You don’t understand that in this ring when it comes to loyalty, it isn’t just about who stands beside you. It’s about who’s willing to have your back when you need it the most. Two others in this company will find that out too. But Ally, what’s going to happen when your man loses his belts and no longer has gold? I know because I’ve seen it happen so many times before. Joshua Samson will kick him out of the Samson Family. So if you want to do something about my alliances and choices, step in the ring with me. Oh wait, that’s right. You’re just a doctor.

Taking a step back from the camera she would look around at the fans once again. Tossing the mic she looked at the ref who was now in the ring beside her telling him to get Bia to the ring for their match.

Samson: Flip Flop, is such a flake! Instead of worrying about her wrestling career and the wrestler she is going to wrestle, she would rather have a soap opera catfight with a doctor!

Taj: It does seem kind of odd but I fully understand that her feelings are hurt. There is nothing like a woman scorned.

Samson: Yeah her feelings are hurt over the fact she hasn’t gotten over my client!

Taj: Well it looks like this match is ready to begin.

DING DING DING!!!

Brianna moves in to lock-up only for Bia to duck under and run to the ropes. She returns with a massive clothesline taking Brianna down to the mat. She hooks the leg and holds for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Both competitors get to their feet. Bia kicks Brianna dead in the face! Brianna falls back into the ropes and Bia sends her over the top to the floor with another big running clothesline. With Brianna on the floor, Bia runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes and comes roaring back across the ring for a baseball slide that sends Brianna hard into the guardrail! Brianna hits the steel and bounces back a couple of steps before Bia springboards out over the top rope into a crossbody!

Taj: Bia just seems to be on a mission tonight!

Samson: When is she not? This woman has been on a tear since stepping through the One Arena doors.

Bia drags Brianna up and rolls her into the ring. She slides in after her and covers, hooking the leg for the lateral press.

One…

Two…

TH…Brianna GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!

Bia gets to her feet and starts stomping angrily away on Brianna almost as if she is personally insulted that she hasn’t folded yet. Bia steps away, shakes her head, and then motions at Brianna to stand up. Brianna does so and Bia moves in. Brianna throws a clothesline. Bia ducks under and falls into a rolling cradle.

One…

Two

T…KICK OUT!!!

Bia hooks him for another cradle.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!!

As they go to stand up, Brianna hooks Bia for a backslide but Bia rolls through, flipping over for a snap DDT! As they land, Bia rolls Brianna over into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!!

The two women slowly stagger up. Bia quickly boots Brianna in the gut, grabs her up, and connects with The Maelstrom (Fireman's Carry Facebuster)!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Taj: Bia got her!

Samson: Was there ever any doubt?!

Taj: Brianna was very game!

Samson: Not game enough! That’s her freakin’ problem: scatterbrain!

Torres: Your winner….Bia!!!

A clip from the most recent edition of Glory shows the debut of the “Original Ace” Kevin Mears as he defeats Darcy Graves. Then we return to the live show and find him as well as his two valets, Shakura and Amalija, seated in one of the skyboxes inside The One Arena. He’s in a purple silk shirt and black jeans, while both girls are dressed the same, both sporting the same pink A-line cowl neck sleeveless mini dress.

Kevin: Just a little over two weeks ago as you just saw, I made my debut here in 1WM. They put me against a woman I’m pretty sure didn’t even realize she was booked for the show till someone tapped her on the shoulder that night. I’m referring to Darcy Graves, who never acknowledged she even had a match and last I checked, was more interested in showing off her hair on X. Well Darcy, did being proud of your hair help anything?

He looked from one twin to the next.

Kevin: What do you think, girls? Did being proud of her hair accomplish anything in that match at Glory against me?

Both McCarthy Twins shake their heads in unison. One of the twins opened their mouth.

McCarthy Twin: She does have nice hair. We didn’t sign up to participate in a beauty pageant. We would have beaten her if that was the case, right sis?

Her sister nods. She speaks up this time.

McCarthy Twin: How many did we win again?

McCarthy Twin: Lost count. Anyway, we don’t want to get off track. As you were saying Kevin.

Both twins smile as they wait to hang off Kevin’s every word.

Kevin: This is Amalija…

He gestured to his right.

Kevin: This is Shakura.

Then to his left.

Kevin: Not like any of you can tell them apart, but that’s part of the charm. And they’re right. These two are professional dancers at the Velvet Rabbit, they know about looks. You don't get to work on that stage if you look like one of the Three Stooges after all. Now with that win in the books, I’m not sure who’s next on the agenda for me here. But I gotta tell you, I’m not too worried about it. Not that it matters here really but in almost two years since I came back Stateside, I’ve experienced a great deal of success and very little of the opposite. I know how good I am. I know what I can do. And in the event that things get…out of hand, I always have a couple pocket Aces.

He winks to the camera as he nods from one of the twins to the other.

Amalija: Me and Shakura made a pact from day one we were going to enjoy the adventure that life presents us. Together. We competed in pageants together. Became Does at the Velvet Rabbit together. She’s my best friend. No path in this wouldn’t I wouldn’t travel without her. Lately we found a new partner we wanted to embark on an adventure with.

Shakura: We are inexperienced in the world of wrestling, don’t be fooled, we grew up fans. We appreciate what all of you do.

Amalija: Entering this world never seemed like a real possibility. Until Kevin came along.

Amalija smiles.

Amalija: We are huge fans of what he brings to the table. Talent. Charisma. A once in a generation attraction. Companies around the world should back up the Brinks truck to his front door. What you are looking at are three people who have won consistently in life. We don’t plan on slowing down.

Shakura nods her head.

Shakura: Preach Amalija.

Kevin: Is it any wonder why I have these two with me? Long story short, at the end of the day, there’s a reason I have always called myself the Only Ace in a Deckful of Jokers, and I await someone in 1WM to show me the trump card when I always have two aces never far out of reach. Damn, it’s good to be me.

He looks between the two girls, a wide smile forming on his face before the show cuts away.

Singles Match
Mark Kelly vs. "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane

“Hellraiser” starts up on the PA as the lights come down, replaced by spotlights, dancing across the ramp. Raze steps out, getting a huge ovation after his showing two weeks ago. He strides down the ramp, wearing sunglasses, green camos, black boots, a Raze promo t-shirt and a biker vest, displaying a grim reaper, holding its fists out, with "GAME OVER" tattooed on its knuckles.

Taj: This 1WM crowd loving Raze right now!

Samson: I’m surprised he can walk after that hellacious battle he allowed that little girl to put him through?!

Taj: That little girl in question is the former Glory Champion, Rowena Bryne, and she’s proven she’s no slouch.

Samson: Meh…that’s why she quit!

As Raze gets to the ringside area, he rolls in under the bottom rope, climbs the second turnbuckle in his usual spot and holds his fists up as the house lights come back up. He then walks to the other side of the ring and signals for a mic as his music stops.

Raze: Been a while since I cut a promo in the One Arena.

The crowd gives a loud, but brief reaction for the cheap pop. Raze nods and adjusts his shoulder.

Raze: I had a hell of a battle at Glory, last person standing match against the Glory champion, Rowena Byrne.

There is a raucous applause as they acknowledge the efforts of both competitors.

Raze: Granted, she won, she pulled through by barely a second and injured my back in the process, but she suffered just a little bit longer term, didn't she? And I'll be honest with you, I fucking loved it; the match, the damage done, all of it!

There is clapping and whooping from the crowd as he relays his thoughts.

Raze: That's right. I mean, after all, didn't I say that she'd pay a price in order to beat me? Didn't I say she'd have a hard fight ahead of her?

He looks over to the announcers' desk, but stays in the middle of the ring.

Raze: Now, I know, Joshua, you said "teach the youth, not main them", but some people just can't be taught by conventional methods. She knew the dangers, fuck her. At least when she recovers, she'll see I was right about her title becoming more sought-after and we'll see if she can keep that pace up.

He pauses for effect, looking over the crowd, before getting back to business.

Raze: Now, while Joshua no doubt gets his sarcastic barb out the way, let me ask a question of Douglas Crane.

Samson: He swears he knows me…

The crowd cheer, while some begin chanting "Raze V Crane". Raze is about to speak as he faces the ramp, but hesitated when he hears the chant begin to spread. His eyes being hidden behind sunglasses make his expression harder to read, but his head being slightly tilted as he cocks an ear speaks to curiosity. He waits for the chant to die down.

Raze: Do you remember, Doug, when you asked why I was tamed? What do you think now, boys, did that look tame? You wanted my true self to break free of its shell, well, I did something better! I found the right balance between the two. My loss just meant I wasn't the better one that particular day, shit happens. I have to wonder what your consensus is at this point.

He gives a wide shrug with his left hand.

Raze: I know that match had to have affected it somehow. See, I came from a place and was conditioned by a generation that saw us in drawn out, bloody battles every single week. Of all of them, I'm the last one left on the board. The last one still doing this, and I'm in better shape than ever. So, now you that you've gotten to see a little of that, what now? Has your curiosity been satisfied?

He sweeps his hair away from his face with his free hand and turns to the hard camera.

Raze: At one show, you want to stare me down. At another show, you want to fight me. At the last Glory, you wanted to back me up if anyone interfered. So, what about this show? Douglas... Mr Personality... Grappler... Whoever that was last week, and whoever I haven't heard of yet, I have- in and out of the ring- been dragged through hell and back so often, I know it inside and out. It holds no secrets to me anymore. So... have you decided on what you want, or are you still heeding my advice from before?

Not waiting long for a response, he moves on, rolling his right shoulder and then his left.

Raze: To anyone else looking at me like they want to test me, I'll say simply this: if you want to challenge me, state it openly and I'll show up at any show in this promotion you want to do it at, and there won't be a problem. But if you try to make it personal? Come at me like Rowena, and you'll end up like Rowena. I will not hesitate.

Tossing the mic aside, he listens to the crowd for a second, before his music hits. He is about to get out of the ring when his music is cut off and then "Hurt" by Johnny Cash begins to play.

Samson: Jericho had questions for Psycho Boy, which he thought were going to go unanswered, but here he comes!

Taj: Hey I heard that t-shirt is still sold out, Joshua.

Samson: Trust me, Taj, my legal team is all over the cease and desist of the sale of that t-shirt!

After a few seconds Douglas Crane comes out the back, wrestling gear on, ready for his match. He stops at the entrance way and stares daggers at Raze who has gone back to standing in the middle of the ring, waiting to see which Crane he is about to get.

Taj: This has the potential to be a highly explosive encounter!

Crane after a few more seconds heads down the ramp, at a steady pace, emotionless, his piercing blue eyes focused on Raze. He walks around the ring, stopping in front of the commentating table and giving Samson a stiff, single thumb up. Samson rolls his eyes in return.

Samson: This guy…

Crane then grabs a microphone and slides under the bottom rope and crawls on his fists while on his knees, slithering towards Raze, until he is at his feet. Raze looks down at him and then sits cross-legged so he is at eye level with Crane.

Taj: Unlike you, Raze is not fazed by Douglas Crane!

Samson: I’m not fazed. I’m annoyed, big difference. Know the difference, Taj.

Crane’s music dies down and he too sits cross-legged across from Raze, and for the moment, he says nothing. The crowd slowly builds a ‘Holy-shit! Holy-shit!’ chant knowing that weeks of build-up may finally lead to something happening. Crane brings the microphone up, and speaks in the tone of The Grappler.

Crane: Before I say anything, or even answer any questions, we need to say this Raze… You talk too damn much.

Raze smirks but doesn’t respond.

Crane: I am a man of a few words and I meant what I said at Glory, thankfully for those who choose to cross you did not make an appearance and I’m not going to say you have me to thank for that, I’m not that conceited, but just because my services weren’t needed that night, it doesn’t mean the offer doesn’t still stand.

Raze nods.

Crane: But yet you have a lot of questions, and I get it, I had questions, but in case you haven’t noticed, I have stopped asking… But you still want answers and fine.. Did I think your match against Rowena was tame? No, I did not… That Raze I saw in that ring, that Raze that was dormant inside of you is what drew us to you and we’re glad he is out.

You asked about balance and we have balance too, but you think we don’t because some of us cry ‘release me’ and you want to figure out this so badly but no one can, no one has and I’m sorry to say you will not be the one to either but it doesn’t mean that we haven’t figured it out ourselves… The mistake everyone makes is in thinking that there is something to figure out… Something to fix… Did you like people trying to fix you? No, we don’t think so… But because of this, we get the question of balance, but if we didn’t have balance… Those of us who want to rip your throat out, would have done it by now.

Raze scoffs unimpressed.

Crane: Now I told you that losses don't matter to me, but it is how we take those losses... A few shows ago, you were fighting defeated… At the last Glory, you were fighting with purpose, sure, but also with freedom… and it felt good didn't it?

Raze nods.

Crane: The win is not in the record column but in how much you hurt your opponent, how much pain you inflict and how they will never forget the night they fought you…

Now, like you I have seen enough, but have I decided what we want from you?

Crane suddenly rises to his feet and so does Raze, always showing readiness for what might come next. Crane brings the mic back up but his voice has changed.

In one word… YES!

Crane then goes to swing at Raze who takes a fighting stance, but Crane stops about halfway, and you can see the struggle within, as he is paralyzed but shaking. He looks at his fist as if not understanding what’s going on. Raze meanwhile, relaxes, and just stares, half amused. Crane’s body gives in, dropping his arm and then puts his hands to his knees, as he doubles over breathing heavily. Raze is about to say something when Crane straightens up and brings the mic up, seeming ready to give his answer when out of nowhere, he is attacked by his scheduled opponent, Mark Kelly, who appears to have gotten tired of waiting for their match to start.

Taj: Well I don’t know what we just saw, but Mark Kelly clearly has seen enough!

Samson: Me too, Psycho Boy says Jericho talks too much? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!

A ref shows up and Raze, knowing he can't get involved, gets out of the ring and looks on. Officials come out and herd Raze to the back, telling him he can't stay... and so he makes his way up the ramp, walking backwards, never taking his eyes off what's going on inside the ring.

DING DING DING!!!

The two men approach each other; Douglas charges in while Mark is cautiously approaching his larger opponent. Mark ducks a clothesline attempt and when Douglas turns he is hit with a Pele Kick. The big man staggers back a few steps while Mark flies back to his feet and charges in, hoping to take advantage of his dazed opponent but Douglas isn’t as dazed as he seemed. He grabs Mark as he is coming in and plants him with a sidewalk Slam! Mark rolls onto his side while Crane rises to his feet.

Douglas stomps on Mark’s head before dragging him up to his feet. Mark fires off a series of right hands but is stopped by a knee lift to the gut. Douglas reaches across the back of Mark and grabs him around the waist. With a roar, Douglas plants Mark with a Gutwrench Suplex. He climbs back to his feet with a smirk on his lips. He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair while ignoring the admonishing of the ref and pulls Mark up to his feet.

Taj: There is one clear thing about Douglas and that is his mean streak!

Samson: And his clear attempt to profit off my idea.

Taj: Let it go, Joshua.

Samson: Never, Taj.

Douglas shoots Mark across the ring and launches him nearly to the lights with a big back body drop. Mark lands and bounces across the mat. Crane eyes his opponent with disgust as he approaches the crumpled form of the man known as Mark Kelly. Douglas begins pulling Mark back up to his feet but is caught, surprised, when Mark suddenly grabs him around the top of the head and drops to his knees. The jaw breaker sends Douglas Crane reeling as he grabs his mouth. He spits blood and when he sticks his tongue out, a chunk is missing off the tip.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Samson: HAHAAA! That’s what Psycho Boy gets!

When he turns to maul Mark he is met by Mark’s feet connecting with his mouth! The dropkick Mark delivered was picture perfect and sends the bigger man through the ropes where he lands on his feet outside the ring. Mark grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over and out onto Douglas with a crossbody and both men land in a heap!

Taj: This could be a dangerous situation outside of the ring for Mark.

The ref makes it to the count of six before Mark hurries to his feet. He rolls in under the bottom rope at the count of eight before rolling back outside and kicks Douglas in the face, putting him again on his back on the floor. Kelly climbs up on the apron and backs up a few steps while Crane pulls himself up to his feet with the aid of the barrier. He turns just as Mark sprints forward and leaps off the apron. He attempts a crossbody bit is caught by Crane! Douglas roars and charges forward, driving Kelly's back into the steel ring post before dropping him onto the floor.

Crane rolls in under the bottom rope and then back out again to stop the count before pulling Mark up to his feet. Crane rolls him back inside the ring and follows him in. He pulls Mark up to his feet before lifting him up and up higher with a military press. Douglas takes a couple steps forward and just drops Mark who lands hard, face first, on the mat! Douglas looks over his shoulder at the West Coast Wildcard where he is pushing himself up onto his hands and knees.

Taj: Mark is refusing to give up the fight!

Samson: No one ever said Mark was a smart one.

Crane slowly turns and stalks Mark as he crawls towards the ropes. He starts to reach down for Mark but Kelly turns suddenly and grabs the front of Douglas' waistband and drops back, pulling crane forward and shoots him through the ropes and out of the ring. Crane lands with a hard thud.

Crowd: OHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Mark is on his feet in the ring, catching his breath, while Douglas uses the guardrail to clamber up to his feet. He doesn’t stop, like the Terminator, as he approaches the ring with his eyes on Kelly. Crane circles the ring and climbs the ring steps once again and Kelly is on the attack when Crane tries to enter the ring. Punches, elbows, and clubbing shots to the back and back of Crane’s head.

Kelly drags Crane into the ring and whips him into the ropes but Crane counters! Kelly is Whipped into the ropes and is caught on the rebound and planted with a powerslam. Crane rises to his feet before reaching down and starts to pull Mark up but the Australian isn’t don’t yet! He fires one right hand into the big man's breadbasket. Then another! And another! The fourth one doubles Crane over and, from his knee, Mark connects with an Uppercut.

Taj: Mark is on fire!

The blow staggers Douglas back a couple steps allowing Kelly to soring to his feet. Mark throws a punch but it is grabbed by Crane who then plants Kelly with an stiff STO. Crane backs up a few steps, measuring his prey, his eyes are bulging out of his skull. He slinks behind Mark as the Aussie struggles to his feet. When Mark straightens up, he staggers back a step right into The Grappler's waiting arms!

Taj: UH OH!

Samson: You better believe it’s “uh oh!”

Douglas locks in his Release Me (Cobra Clutch) and starts shaking Kelly like a ragdoll. He falls backward, grapevining Kelly, tightening the hold when he starts bellowing “RELEASE ME!! RELEASE ME!! RELEASE ME!!” Kelly fades quickly and is out. The ref lifts and then watches as Kelly's limp arm hits the mat with a “Thud!” forcing the ref to signal for the bell.

Torres: The winner of this match…Douglas Crane!

Samson: And that is that!

Taj: Douglas has been on such a tear! I can’t wait to see him later tonight during the Glory Thirty-Eight “Pay Your Dues” part of the night when he faces Raze for the Glory Championship!

Tag Team Match
Vulgar Display of Power (Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK) vs. Samantha Tolson and "Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa ©

Torres: The following match is a TAG TEAM match scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

"The Beginning is the End is the Beginning" by Smashing Pumpkins blares over the sound system as Cory Chevelle and Braddock make their way to the ring showered with jeers from the crowd.

Torres: Coming to the ring first at a combined weight of five hundred and forty-one pounds….representing Conglomerate….they are Cory Chevelle and Braddock…..VULGAAAAARRRRR DISPLAAAAYYYYYY OOOOFFFFF POWEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

"Kashmir : Instrumental" by Led Zeppelin plays as Samantha Tolson makes her way toward the ring.

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. A female voice follows after.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Jefferson City, Missouri….weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches…she is SAMANTHHHHHAAAAA TOLSOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Female Voice: All rise and hail my King!

The lights return with a pyro pop. Palmeeze begins his scathing lyrical assassination of an opponent.

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 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, and weighing two hundred and sixty-five pounds... he is the Samoan God of War... ALEKI KEKOA!!!

Aleki heads down to the ring where he and Samantha share a mutual nod of acknowledgement.

Taj: Up next we have a tag team match that has reached nuclear energy level!

Samson: I can’t believe Something Stupid…

Taj: Wait, wait, who?

Samson: Something Stupid….that’s what Cory said he wanted Vulgar Display to be called.

Taj: I don’t think…

“Excuse me, we don't mean to interrupt..”

Attention turns to the monitor over the entrance ramp. Bianca Davis and Nicole Benson are holding Aleki’s wife, Alyssa, hostage up in the skybox.

Samson: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

Taj: It looks like Nicole and Bianca have Alyssa trapped!

Aleki is furious, and he quickly looks across the ring at Braddock and Chevelle who are both smiling. Chevelle has a mic in hand and despite the booing crowd he addresses Aleki…

Cory Chevelle:
“I'm sure you're very upset and this is an emotional time for both you and your wife. But calm down big boy, calm down. Here's what's gonna happen, listen and nothing happens to the doc. One of you is going to lay down and take the pin…”

The crowd boos even louder, Aleki brushes his hair back and glares at Chevelle with hatred in his eyes. Samantha Tolson is looking at her partner shaking her head no and trying to negotiate with Aleki. Alyssa struggles and screams as Bianca tightens her grip.

Cory Chevelle:
“C'mon God boy, what's it gonna be!?”

Taj: What a conundrum Aleki is facing right now!

Samson: There is NO decision to be made here! Samantha needs to lay down.

Aleki looks at Samantha, mouthing the words ‘I'm sorry, but it's my wife.’ He leaps down from the apron and jumps into the crowd as he makes his way through a sea of people towards the skybox.

Taj: Aleki has made his decision!

Chevelle laughs, Tolson on the other hand is yelling at Aleki to come back. Aleki has disappeared, it's Samantha Tolson and Vulgar Display of Power in the ring! Cory Chevelle hops up to the apron and enters the ring.

Cory Chevelle:
“And then there was only one…”

Samantha Tolson is furious. Her eyes go back and forth from Braddock to Chevelle. Chevelle stares her down and raises the mic back up.

Cory Chevelle:
Easy way or the hard way Sam. Your choice.

Samantha looks to the crowd who is rallying behind her, and then looks back at Vulgar Display of Power, ripping the microphone from Chevelle's hand.

Samantha Tolson:
“Now, I know you two just want me to kay down for you, but there's only one man who I lay down for…and neither of you are him. So if you want a cheap victory, you two are still gonna have to earn it.”

Samantha charges Braddock and Chevelle, unloading a flurry of shots between both men!

Taj: Never let it be said that Samantha Tolson isn’t up for a fight!

Samson: Damn, Sam! I hope Aleki has gotten to the back in time to save Ally!

Chevelle charges and aims for a meaty clothesline, but Tolson ducks, grabbing him from behind and scoring with a quick German suplex. As she rises Braddock swings wildly, but Tolson sidesteps the big right, catching Braddock with a head-and-arm capture suplex that has the crowd going nuts!

Samantha sees Cory on a knee, trying to get up, but she dashes across the ring and nails him with a wicked Mind Your Head, cracking her knee directly into the side of his face. She turns her attention back to the Filth Pig, ducking his clothesline attempt, but he puts on the brakes, and as she turns around Braddock suddenly counters her and hits her dead on the chin with a headbutt! The Missouri River Amazon goes down like a ton of bricks as both Braddock and Chevelle clear the cobwebs from Samantha's assault.

Taj: Samantha needs to get the pin and get out of there as soon as possible.

Samson: Can you imagine if Something Stupid loses to Samantha in a handicap match?! Talk about credibility lost…

Back to his feet, Chevelle nods to his partner as they stand over Tolson, who's struggling to get back to her feet. Cory boots her in the side of her head and commands she stay down, but a defiant Samantha continues trying to fight her way up. Braddock grabs her and pulls her to her feet then whips her across the ring to Chevy who tosses her up in the air and Braddock drives her head down into the mat for KO By Gravity! The crowd is in an uproar, booing Chevelle and Braddock as Braddock covers.

One….

Two….

THREE!!!!

Torres: The winner of this tag team match….Cory Chevelle and Braddock…Vulgar Display of Power!!

Suddenly attention changes back to the skybox where Alyssa is seen fighting her way free from Nicole, her new training skills with Raze and others kicking in fully. The doctor manages to take Nicole by the wrist and sliding her waist hip first, she sends Nicole crashing to the floor with a combination arm drag and hip toss, not unlike a Judo throw!

Samson: GET OUTTA THERE, ALYSSA!

Alyssa scrambles for the door before Bianca can react and makes her escape. Bianca grabs Nicole up by her left arm as they make their way for the door before Aleki shows up.

Back in the ring, Chevelle and Braddock are shaking their heads while they roll Tolson out of the ring. The crowd is booing and chanting “ASSHOLE”. Chevelle looks to the ring crew and orders them to help Tolson to the back. Chevelle, mic in hand raises the mic back up.

Cory Chevelle:
I can not wait.. I can not WAIT, to see Aleki’s face when he shows up and it's just an empty room. You stupid Polynesian prick! I think we all found the Samoan God of War’s weakness. The man is p[DJ SCRATCH]y whipped!

The crowd continues to rain down hearty, throaty boos on Vulgar Display of Power, a smile on Braddock's face as he soaks them in like glorious rays of sunshine.

Cory Chevelle:
Now, I want everyone to take a moment and appreciate the professionalism Tolson just showed. She could’ve taken the easy way out, but like a True Daughter of Missouri, she went down fightin’. But let this be a lesson to any team that steps in this ring with Braddock and I… we're comin' to tear you all apart! Oh and all hail the Conglomerate! C'mon B, there's cold beer back there.

Chevelle drops the mic and the two men exit the ring, heading up the ramp. Tolson manages to roll under the bottom rope to her feet, a look of abject hatred on her face as she makes her way up the ramp.

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Singles Match
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton vs. "The Pinnacle" Bianca Davis

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first...

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

Stanton ignores the crowd reaction and begins to make his way down to the ring. Just when he's about to reach the ring, the fans roar in disapproval as Bianca Davis charges down the ramp! Ricky turns around to face her and Bianca absolutely BLASTS Ricky in the face with a hard right hand! She follows it up with a second and then a third! Ricky tries to create space between himself and The Pinnacle but unfortunately, Bianca has other ideas - grabbing hold of Ricky and running him into the ringpost! The Pretty One drops to a knee and groggily tries to recover. Bianca charges and hits Ricky in the mouth with a vicious knee strike! The impact sends Ricky crashing to the floor. Bianca stands over her former tag partner with an amused smirk on her face.

Taj: This match hasn't officially started!

Samson: I don't think that matters all that much to Lady Meathead.

Bianca grabs hold of Ricky and brings him back up to his feet, pounding away on him with vicious strikes the entire time. Once Ricky is standing, Bianca tries to wrestle him into position for a urinage! She pulls the ripcord, but Ricky blocks the attempt by shoving Bianca away. Bianca staggers a few steps before regaining her balance - unfortunately having Ricky step toward her and deliver a devastating boot to the center of the chest! Bianca collapses to the floor, but nonetheless quickly makes it to her feet. She tries to charge toward Ricky, who responds by hoisting Bianca into the air and dropping her ribs hard onto the guardrail! Bianca stumbles around in pain, trying to catch her breath, before Ricky slides her into the ring. Ricky enters behind her. Once both competitors are standing, the referee officially calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Bianca charges at Ricky to get things going in her favor - only to have Ricky lift her into the air for a spinning sideslam! Ricky then covers.

One…

Two…Bianca kicks out!

Taj: I'm amazed that this is going to be an actual match...

Samson: I wouldn't count your chickens before they hatch, Taj...just because the bell rang doesn't mean that these two are going to wrestle with each other...

The de facto leader of Conglomerate tries to bring herself back up to her feet as Ricky shakes his head and laughs. Once Bianca is up, Ricky hits Bianca with a throat thrust! He follows it up with a second. Ricky then pulls Bianca in and hoists Bianca onto his shoulders. Before he can actually get Bianca into position for anything, Bianca frees herself with a series of quick elbow shots. She lands on the mat behind Ricky and waits for him to turn around. As soon as Ricky does, Bianca leaps into the air and delivers a double knee strike! Ricky staggers back to the nearest turnbuckle. Bianca charges and hits an European uppercut! Ricky slumps against the turnbuckle as Bianca runs across the ring and bounces off of the ropes to build up speed. She charges at Ricky and hits him with a second European uppercut in the corner! Ricky remains against the turnbuckle. Bianca looks at Ricky with determination on her face as she bounces off of the ropes again and tries to hit a third European uppercut in the corner! Ricky is able to step out of the way causing Bianca to crash into the turnbuckle! She stumbles around aimlessly before Ricky grabs her by the throat and powers Bianca into the air. He slams her down to the mat just one moment later, though before he can go for the cover, Bianca rolls out onto the apron.

Taj: This has been hard-hitting, to say the least...

Samson: You can tell that Pritchard and Lady Meathead do not like each other!

Bianca grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to drag herself back up to her feet. Once she's standing, Ricky rushes to knock Bianca off of the apron! Bianca hits Ricky in the mouth with an elbow shot to knock him groggy. He recovers just a few seconds later, but not before Bianca can springboard into the ring and hit Ricky with a forearm smash! Ricky crashes hard to the mat and wisely rolls out of the ring before Bianca can keep her momentum going. He stands for a moment and begins to laugh as Bianca glares at him. Not missing a beat, Bianca bounces off of the ropes and dives through them on the rebound - sending Ricky crashing into the guardrail!

Taj: And they're back out of the ring!

Samson: Call it a hunch, but...I don't think they'll make it back into the ring!

Taj: That isn't what I'd consider a crazy prediction.

Ricky takes a moment to recover. Bianca grabs hold of him and drives her knee hard into Ricky's ribs. She pulls Ricky away from the guardrail and tries to get him into position for a belly to belly suplex. Ricky responds by powering Bianca away from him and hitting her in the mouth with a back elbow smash! Bianca drops to a knee. Ricky tries to lift her into the air for a Death Driver! Bianca escapes Ricky's grasp. Ricky tries to wear Bianca down with a knee to the ribs, but Bianca manages to respond almost immediately with a bicycle kick! The impact sends Ricky stumbling back to the timekeeper's area. Ricky leans against the guardrail as Bianca charges, going for a huge spear! Ricky sees it coming and ducks out of the way, causing Bianca to fly through the guardrail instead!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Ricky throws the wreckage on top of Bianca's body. The referee's count reaches six in the ring. Ricky notices and shakes his head, heading back into the ring and letting the referee continue his count. The wreckage starts to move at nine, but there's not enough time for Bianca to make it up to her feet. The referee calls for the bell!

Torres: The winner of this match as a result of a count-out...Ricky Stanton!!!

Taj: Bianca tried to hurt Ricky and paid the price for it.

Samson: There’s a reason why I call her Lady Meathead!

The camera cuts backstage to where Ya Girl Q is standing, dressed in her ring gear and looking focused. Mickey "Mouse" Greer approaches her with a microphone in hand, a sly grin on his face.

Mouse: Well, well, well, if it isn't the longest-reigning champion in 1WM history, Ya Girl Q. Oh wait, you haven’t quite broken that record just yet. Tonight, you have the chance to defend that 1WM World Heavyweight Title and break the omnipotent Arley Kirk's record. How does it feel to be on the cusp of such a historic achievement?

Q: It feels like I'm right where I belong, Mouse. I've worked hard to get to this point, and tonight, I'm going to show everyone why I'm the best in the business. Starting out I was known for working smart, not hard. I would let everyone else beat each other down only for me to slide in and take the victory. It was a mental game and I was good at it. I’ve since grown to not only work smart but work hard as well. It is what’s elevated my game and made me The Greatest. Tonight, I’m making history.

Mouse: Speaking of history, let's talk about the prestigious lineage of the 1WM World Heavyweight Title. You're in some elite company, with names like Arley Kirk, Jenn Drew, Jacob Striker, and Erick St. John. What does it mean to you to be mentioned in the same breath as these legends?

Q: It means everything, Mouse. Each of those champions left their mark on 1WM, and I'm proud to be among them. But tonight, it's not about the past. It's about the present. It's about me proving once again why I am the champion.

Mouse: But Q, let's address the elephant in the room. There are some who say that you've changed, that you've become even more arrogant and self-centered than you already were since winning the title. What do you say to those critics?

Q: I say they're just jealous, Mouse. Jealous of my success, jealous of my talent, jealous of everything I've worked for. There will always be haters out there in the world sippin’ on that Hater-ade. If anything, I would describe myself to be more humble. Of course I’m great. There’s no denying that. I, however, recognize those that came before me. And for that I’m arrogant and self-centered? But you know what? I don't care what they think. Tonight, I'm going to do what I do best – drop people on their heads and win.

Mouse: Strong words, Q. But let's not forget your opponent tonight, Travis Levitt. He's no pushover, and he's hungry for that title. How do you plan on dealing with him?

Q: Travis is a tough competitor, I'll give him that. But I've faced tough competitors before and came out on top. Tonight will be no different. Travis can bring everything he's got, but it won't be enough to stop me.

Mouse: There's also been talk about your recent association with Aleki Kekoa, as part of The Samson Family stable, as well as teaming with Samantha Tolson and even reteaming up with Ricky Stanton. How do you respond to those who say you're just using them to further your own agenda?

Q: Let me make one thing clear, Mouse. I don't need anyone to further my own agenda. Aleki and Samantha are talented competitors in their own right. I guess you can say that same thing about Stanton but he’s found himself in a whole other category; and that’s not a compliment. We, and I use that term loosely, cam together for ONE match to take down this nuisance known as The Conglomerate and, while my “teammates” may have lost the match, I am quite content with myself choking that little dimwit, Bianca, out with a dragon sleeper. As I said before, my only regret is ever letting go of that hold. But I think we’ve all given Bianca too much of exactly what she wants and that’s name recognition and screen time. It’s almost like she’s following a C-rate Stanton playbook. Instead, my focus tonight is beating Travis Levitt and etching my name into the 1WM History books. There will be no denying Ya Girl Q after tonight.

Mouse: Well, there you have it, folks. Ya Girl Q is confident as ever heading into tonight's match. Will she make history and break Arley Kirk's record? We'll have to wait and see. Back to you at ringside.

The segment ends as Q walks away, leaving Mouse standing there, slightly intimidated by her confidence and determination.

Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt vs. "Ya Girl" Q ©

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

'Through The Fire And The Flames' by Dragon Force blares throughout the One Arena as the crowd rises to their collective feet for the arrival of Travis Levitt.

Torres: Introducing first from Richmond, Virginia....weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds….standing at a height of six feet five inches….he is the challenger….The Dragon…TRAVIIIIIISSSSSS LEVITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Samson: Dead. Man. Walking.

Taj: Don’t count Travis out, Joshua. When he's on a roll, he's hard to beat!

Samson: He’s a clown. Point. Blank. Period.

“Believer” by Imagine Dragons rips through the One Arena sound system as “ Ya Girl” Q, World Heavyweight Championship belt around her waist, makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at a weight of one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is the current, reigning, and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is arguably The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: Q has been a long-reigning and successful champion.

Samson: And not only will it continue but my client will pass Arley Kirk’s record defense of the title. So when it’s over there should be no debating any longer that Q is the Greatest!

Travis Levitt and Q both look at one another as the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

With a smirk on her face, Q looks at Travis and practically dares him to bring the fight. Travis doesn't hesitate to do so, charging and hitting her in the mouth with a forearm shot! He follows it up with a second, a third, a fourth, and a fifth! Each blow sends Q stumbling back a bit. Travis grabs hold of Q and shoots her across the ring. He waits for Q to return on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting her with a dropkick! Q crashes to the mat but quickly pulls herself back up to her feet. She screams at Travis to “BRING IT!”

Taj: Travis Levitt has fought many but I don’t think he has ever been in the ring with someone like Q before!

Samson: You don't realize how much you appreciate normal opponents until you've got someone like Q practically begging you to hurt them!

Travis glares at Q as she once again dares him to try and fight. Travis hits Q with a series of quick kicks that sends her stumbling back. Travis then bounces off of the ropes and charges at Q, only to have Q hit him in the mouth with an elbow shot. Travis staggers a few steps but barely manages to stay upright. Q charges and delivers a series of knee shots to Travis' ribs. Travis doubles over in pain. Q immediately hoists him into the air, delivering a double underhook backbreaker!

Samson: The GREATEST double underhook backbreaker in the business!

Taj: Bias much?

Samson: Nope.

Travis tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Q hurries toward him and hits him with a spinning backfist! Travis is barely able to stay upright. Q locks him into a full nelson. Travis tries to fight his way out of Q's grasp, but she snaps off a leg sweep. Q then goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

TH…KICK OUT!!

Q smirks as she grabs Travis by the hair and slams his head into the mat! Q then pulls herself back up to her feet as Travis tries to do the same. Q kicks him in the face with a boot that sends him back to the mat. She then bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Travis with a senton---only to have Travis roll out of the way just in time! He grabs hold of Q before she can pull herself back up to her feet and rolls her up.

One…

Two…kick out!

Travis pops back up to her feet and tries to catch her breath. She backs up to the ropes and leans against them. Q immediately charges as Travis gets a foot into the air and kicks her in the jaw! He then flips out onto the apron in an impressive show of athleticism. The Dragon waits just a moment before springboarding into the ring and hitting Q with a crossbody! He hooks the leg with the cover.

One…

Two…

THR…KICK OUT!!!

Taj: Travis is showing off some of his own offense!

Samson: Let's not pretend that he's anywhere near the level of Q when it comes to creativity! She’s The Greatest for a reason!

Travis calls for the fans to show some support, which they do without hesitation. He waits for Q to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's standing, Travis runs and tries to send Q crashing to the mat with a hurricanrana. Q catches him in the air! She runs toward the nearest turnbuckle and sends Travis flying into it with a buckle bomb!

Clearly in pain, Travis stumbles out of the corner. Q charges and tries to send him crashing to the mat with a massive spear. Travis just barely ducks out of the way of the attempt! Q pulls herself back up to her feet, Travis immediately grabbing hold of her and planting Q on the mat with a tornado DDT! He hooks the leg to cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICKOUT!!!

Taj: I think Travis thought he had it there!

Samson: So did these plebs called fans!

Travis glares at Q and then the referee, trying to plead his case. The referee assures him it was a two count. Travis steps out of the way and waits for Q to pull herself back up to her feet, standing near the ropes. When Q is standing, Travis springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Q with a moonsault! Q steps out of the way and Travis lands on his feet. He tries to focus her attention on Q, but she lifts him into the air and blasts him with a knee to the face! The impact of her knee causes blood to pour from Travis' nose. Q goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICKOUT!!

Taj: Travis just barely kicked out in time!

Q wipes some of the blood off of Travis' face and mockingly rubs it onto her chest. Travis tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Once Travis makes it up, Q grabs hold of him and tries to hoist him onto her shoulders for Q’s Landing (Cartwheel Death Valley Driver)! Travis just barely frees himself before Q can plant him on the mat. He lands on the mat behind her and waits for Q to turn around. Once she does, he leaps into the air and hits her with Kirk The Bucket! (Springing superkick)! Q drops down to a knee from the impact, but somehow manages to groggily pull herself back up to her feet.

Taj: Travis paying homage to Arley Kirk by using her Kirk The Bucket!

Samson: As you can see, it’s going to take more than that weak move to keep Q down for the count!

Travis shakes his head as Q dares him to hit her with another kick. Travis takes a deep breath and then hits Q with a second Kirk The Bucket This one causes Q to fall back down to her knee again. Suddenly Bianca Davis slides into the ring, jumps on Travis, and begins drilling down on him with right hands!

Taj: WHERE IN THE WORLD DID BIANCA DAVIS COME FROM?!

Samson: Of course Lady Meathead would insert herself into this! When will she get it through her thick skull that she’s had her chance?!

Travis scrambles and fights to his feet, but Bianca takes him down with a double leg takedown and starts raining lefts and rights! Travis escapes the onslaught and gets to his feet and the two start to exchange blows! The fresher of the two, Bianca gets the advantage. She grabs him and goes to deliver Killer B (Regal Cutter)! However, Q comes from behind and elbows Bianca! Bianca and Q then begin exchanging blows! Regaining his composure, Travis chop blocks Bianca from behind before all three competitors begin to exchange blows!

Torres: Due to interference…this match has been ruled a No Contest!

Taj: It’s an all out brawl going on in the ring right now!

Samson: Damn it! Lady Meathead needs to be permanently banned from 1WM!

Referees and 1WM officials run down to the ring to separate the three as the show begins to fade to intermission.

One Wrestle Movement
In Association With
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Presents

LIVE from The One Arena in Santa Monica, California

“N.I.B” by Primus ft. Ozzy Osbourne begins to play loudly throughout the venue as on the screen flashes images of the two brothers Radman and Timofey Šatan. Some are recent, some being from their childhood. After a few moments when Ozzy begins to sing the two massive men walk on to the stage with Rylee Ruin in tow clearly super amped up. They share a group hug with Ruin in the middle and hype themselves up even more with slaps in the chest. Ry steps forward and flexes her shredded arms as Rad out of pure excitement box jumps in place nearly as high as high as Ruins five foot stature.

K: Welcome everyone to the Glory Thirty-Five “Pay Your Dues” section of One Night of Legendary Glory!

G: We hope you’ve enjoyed the Legendary Forty-Eight portion but this portion is going to be super hot!

K: It’s going to be so hot that we’re starting this off with the newest trio to 1WM known as Team TRIOCS.

The trio walk with purpose to the ring not paying mind to anyone in the crowd. Rylee slides under the bottom rope and the Bros enter the squared circle from each side of the ring. That meet in the mod the mat, the boys lift their mentor to their height and the three touch heads as the music ends. Once in the ring and settled, Rylee asks for a microphone and a stagehand hands on to her. She's considerably smaller than the two men she's trained for the last few years. The crowd doesn't know how to react at the moment to the trio.

Rylee: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the 35th episode of One Wrestle Movement show Glory!!

The crowd response is favorable, probably more for the brand than the woman speaking.

Rylee: Our name is Rylee Ruin and these two fellas are Radman and Timofey Šatan. Collectively we're TeamTRIOCS, and we're here to be the reason you tube into 1WM on a bi-weekly basis. These boys are unarguably the most powerful force in the business and we can't be happier to represent them.

Surprisingly the crowd reacts favorably to the words coming out of Ruins mouth.

Rylee: So here's the whole fact about us and these men we have under our umbrella. I, well We, are going to show the wrestling world that TRIOCS is not only churning out the top young stars of today, but collecting titles in bulk. TRIOCS trained talents currently hold two different World Championships. One being this girl right here!

Ry-Ry smacks the New Edge Wrestling World title belt around her waist a few times.

Rylee: The second being our beautiful niece Ailyn Darrington. She's the general manager of this show, the one and only “Pretty” Ricky Stanton’s federation called Blood and Nation!!

There's a massive pop for The Silly Girl and BAN.

Rylee: Unfortunately she and TRIOCS aren't seeing eye to eye right now, but that happens in family's at times. But, that's not what we're here to talk about because it's The Šatan's time to shine brighter than any other Tag Team here in 1WM. And, that Shh-tan not Satan. Although they do fight like devils!!

Ry giggles and pats each of the clearly ready for a fight brothers.

Rylee: So, that brings us to the match about to be contested after we borrow a bit of your time. You see it's a direct result of opening your mouth to the wrong people at the wrong time. Miss Ricci, while confident as hell, decided to poke fun at these guys and quickly found out that we will not stand for that bullshit. It was expected that we were going to come in here and only advocate for the two and not insert ourselves in this roster. BUT NOOOO, the little green loudmouth decided to poke the MONSTER inside us and now to only are The Šatan's here in One but so this Little Monster!! Good luck with that everybody…

She points to herself and smiles.

Rylee: That brings us to the match that follows this opening decimation of a child and their trainer. We are in the Battle Royale for the number one contender for the Tidebreaker championship which that cat Aleki currently holds.

The hanger explodes in cheers for the self proclaimed Samoan God.

Rylee: Whatever…

She ignores the excitement for one of the top stars and double champion in the company.

Rylee: I'm not going to get started on the trainwrecks that sit at the mountain here quite yet. Because we fully understand how the hierarchy works in this business unlike Izzy. But we digress, those of you in this Battle Royale need to know that while these fellas might tower over their mentor they are by no means the most dangerous person in this ring!!

Radman can be heard saying “Ain't that the truth!”.

Rylee: You're right, Big Guy! These are the facts here…

It's nearly silent in the venue as the crowd is entranced by The Little Monster.

Rylee: Our boys are going to end this match with a toast to all of you and this girl right here is going to win that multi person match then both of us will go on to take titles for ourselves!! We're going to stop hijacking the show and let these guys display how much destruction they can create… Thanks for your time and enjoy the spectacle that will be on display in mere moments!! K bye…

The Ruin smiles a devious grin before flipping the mic towards the same stagehand and takes her place at ringside to observe that debut match of her proteges.

Tag Team Debut Match
Team TRIOCS
(Radman Satan and Timofey Satan) vs. Izzy Ricci and "The Original Ace" Kevin Mears

The arena buzzed with anticipation as the tag team match between Radman Satan and Timofey Satan versus Izzy Ricci and "The Original Ace" Kevin Mears was about to begin.

K: Here we go!

From the get-go, the Satans displayed their ruthless aggression, using their combined strength and cunning to dominate the early stages of the match. Radman's raw power and Timofey's technical prowess seemed to give them an edge over their opponents, leaving Izzy and Kevin struggling to find their footing.

However, just when it seemed like the Satans had the match in their grasp, Izzy Ricci and Kevin Mears showed why they were considered formidable opponents. With Izzy's lightning-fast agility and Kevin's strategic genius, they turned the tide of the match in their favor. Working seamlessly as a team, they outmaneuvered the Satans with a combination of high-flying aerial assaults and precision strikes. In a thrilling climax, Izzy and Kevin executed a tag team finisher

K: This could be it?

G: More like “should”.

As Izzy goes for the pin she doesn't realize that she's inches from the onlooking Rylee Ruin. The Little Monster is by no means going to let this woman that belittled her boy get the win. So, just before the ref completes the three count, Rylee grabs Ricci by her ponytail and pulls her out of the ring creating a disqualification for The Šatan's!

Torres: Due to disqualification…the winners of this match Izzy Ricci and Keven Mears!

Clearly not caring about wins or losses at the point Ruin throws Izzy into the barrier with great force! Stunned by the unexpected interference Izzy lays there out of it.

K: Ricci was unwise being the rookie that she is and went for the finish on the other side of the ring from Mears.

This gives TeamTRIOCS enough time to get their wits about them and shield Rylee from Izzy's trainer. Ruin picks up the girl at her feet and performs Gyrate For Me! to her right on the floor of the ringside area!

G: This is uncalled for!

Ricci is all but useless at this point. Just then Mears comes flying over the top rope trying to land on Ruin. But, Timofey Šatan catches the man in mid cross body splash and makes him pay with his move There and Back Again on the floor as well! Now that both of their opponents are in a vulnerable state Rylee screens out.

Rylee: Let's have a toast boys??

The Šatan's nod and roll both Izzy and Kevin into the ring. They each take one of the people and on opposite sides of the ring do running powerbombs so their victims collide in mid air with their finisher they call Cheers!. Rylee joins them in the ring now with a mic in her hand

Rylee: We told you to watch your back, bitch!! You fucked around and found out!!!

She lays her NEW World Championship belt on the mat and picks up Izzy Ricci’s lifeless body. As a final statement she does Fall Into Ruin onto said title belt just before 1WM security stops the brutality. They make TeamTRIOCS disperse from the ring and medical attention is immediately given to a bleeding and knocked out Ricci. The TRIOCS members can be seen laughing on the stage as the broadcast cuts to commercial break.

[Camera fades in to a dimly lit boiler room. The walls are lined with pipes and gauges, steam hissing from valves. Seraphina Vex stands alone, the flickering light casting shadows across her face. She steps forward, her eyes piercing the lens of the camera.]

Seraphina Vex: Welcome to the underbelly of 1WM, the place where the grit of the real world meets the glamour of the ring. It’s here, in the bowels of this very building, that the Manic Mistress finds her sanctuary before the storm.

You see, tonight is not just any night. It’s the night where ten souls step over the top rope, each vying for their shot at the Tidebreaker Championship. But let’s not kid ourselves, shall we? This… is my night. My debut. The night where the whispers become screams, and the shadows take form.

Jason Jamon, Brooke Hernandez, Kayden Lane, Kristy Jackson, Rylee Ruin, Rex Roarke, Darcy Graves, Vito Brueck, Silas Jessup… names that echo through the halls of 1WM. Warriors, each with their own tale of triumph and tragedy. But tonight, their stories are mere footnotes in the chapter I begin to write.

Each of you brings a spark to the flame, but I… I am the inferno. I am the chaos that turns order to ash. I am the hand that tips the scales and the whisper that haunts your dreams. I am Seraphina Vex, and I am here.

The stage is set, the players assembled, and the game… oh, the game is about to begin. In this world of giants and jesters, queens and pawns, I am the wildcard. Unpredictable, untraceable, undeniable.

You may think you’ve seen chaos before, but what you’ve witnessed is but a prelude to the pandemonium I bring. I am not just another contender; I am the contender. The one who doesn’t play by the rules because I transcend them.

I am the riddle wrapped in a mystery, the enigma shrouded in a conundrum. I am the question that has no answer, the problem that has no solution. I am the itch you can’t scratch, the whisper you can’t silence, the shadow you can’t catch.

So, let the bell toll, let the masses cheer, and let the battle commence. For when the dust settles and the cries fade, only one will stand tall. And mark my words, as sure as the darkness consumes the light, that one… will be me.

Tonight, I don’t just compete; I conquer. Tonight, I don’t just participate; I dominate. Tonight, I don’t just arrive; I ascend. And for those who stand in my way, remember this: the edge of sanity is just the beginning, and I am the reaper at the end of your rope.

So to my fellow combatants, I say this: Prepare. Prepare for a battle that will test not just your body, but your mind and soul. Prepare for an onslaught that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about this sport, about yourselves, about reality itself.

And to the fans, the faithful, the fervent watchers of this grand drama, I say: Watch closely. Pay attention. For what you’re about to witness is not just a match. It’s a revelation. A revelation of what wrestling can be, what it should be, what it will be… with Seraphina Vex in the ring.

Welcome to Glory. Welcome to my playground. Welcome… to the Vexing Descent.

[Seraphina steps back into the shadows, her figure blending with the darkness. The screen goes black, leaving viewers with a sense of awe and a hunger for what’s to come.]

We cut to the back, somewhere, to find Vito Brueck pacing in a dead end hallway in the bowels of the arena. He is in his ring gear and is wearing his vest as well as his chain, which hangs around his neck. His hands grips the chain, and he is muttering to himself, pacing frantically. That is, until he spots the camera.

His eyes narrow to slots and he gives the camera a side-eye glare. He turns, his back to the camera and he can be heard again muttering something but it is unintelligible. He abruptly spins on his heel with a grin resembling that of the Cheshire Cat.

Vito: "NOW! Now is my time to show the World who I am and just what I am capable of. TAK!" He shakes his head violently before striking himself in the side of his head with the heel of his left hand. "Tonight, I will come out of my match the Victor and will move ok to face the self-proclaimed God, Aleki for the Tidebreaker Championship! Winning that belt is just the beginning... TAK!"

He grabs his left wrist with his right hand and his left hand flattens out, palm towards the sky. With his eyes bulging, Vito barks out one word until the camera cuts away;

Vito: "TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! -"

The show returns back to ringside as the stadium buzzed with anticipation, Brianna Matthews, with a mischievous glint in her eye, strolled through the crowd like a queen surveying her kingdom. Sporting a grin as wide as the championship belt itself, she weaved effortlessly through the throngs of fans, each step seemingly synchronized to the beat of the roaring crowd.

K: What is Brianna Matthews doing out here?

G: Your guess is as good as mine, McBride. And I think she is referred to as Brianna Stanton now?

Suddenly, amidst the frenzied cheers, Brianna’s hand dipped into a bag slung over her shoulder like a magician conjuring a rabbit from a hat. But instead of a rabbit, she pulled out… free merchandise! Hats, t-shirts, foam fingers—you name it, Brianna had it ready to fling into the eager hands of unsuspecting fans.

With the finesse of a seasoned pitcher, Brianna lobbed merchandise left and right, her aim as impeccable as her sense of humor. A foam finger sailed through the air, narrowly missing the head of an unsuspecting bystander who ducked just in time, causing a ripple of laughter to cascade through the crowd.

As Brianna continued her impromptu giveaway, she couldn’t help but revel in the chaos she had incited. Fans clamored for her attention, reaching out eagerly for a piece of the action, while Brianna, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, continued to play the role of the benevolent distributor of swag.

K: In the midst of the night’s intensity, Brianna's antics have provided a welcome dose of levity.

G: She could possibly have turned what could have been just another event into a memorable spectacle of humor and goodwill.

As the crowd erupted into applause, Brianna knew she had once again stolen the show, one free t-shirt at a time.

1WM Tidebreaker Championship Number One Contender Battle Royale
Seraphina Vex vs. "The Standard" Jason Jamon vs. "Daymare" Brooke Hernandez vs. Kayden Lane vs. Kristy Jackson vs. Rylee Ruin vs. "The Rooster" Rex Roarke vs. Darcy Graves vs. Vito Brueck vs. "Napalm" Silas Jessup

Prior to the match, “King” by Palmeeze plays and Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa D.O. appears to prepare the 1WM Faithful for the arrival of the self-proclaimed Wrestling Divinity.

K: It’s good to see that Dr. Knight-Kekoa was injured earlier tonight in that attack upon her by Conglomerate members Nicole Benson and Bianca Davis.

G: You have to know hell is going to have to be paid once Aleki gets his hands on them.

Dr. Knight-Kekoa: All rise and hail my King!

“The Samoan God of War,” Aleki Kekoa steps out wearing a black Jordan-brand warmup suit and his hair up in a man bun. The Pride of 1WM Championship belt is strapped around his waist with the ominous Tidebreaker Championship belt slung over his shoulder. As the double champion walks past his beaming bride, he takes her by the hand and the power couple makes their way to the commentary table.

Torres: Providing guest commentary for this match, accompanied by Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa, D.O., the reigning 1WM Tidebreaker and Pride of 1WM Champion... he is the Samoan God of War... ALEKI KEKOA!!!

K. McBryde and Geno Martinez stand up to greet and show respect to the champion and his wife.

K: Thank you both for joining us!

G: You’re both looking fantastic.

Aleki eyeballs Geno whose eyes are fixed on Alyssa. Geno gets caught and looks away. With all the participants in the ring, the bell rings, signaling the start of the match.

DING DING DING!!!

"The Standard" Jason Jamon goes straight for Kayden Lane with a Tornado DDT. On the other side of the ring, Brooke Hernandez launches into a high-flying Springboard Moonsault, but Kristy Jackson intercepts her with a Spark Shot Superkick, sending Brooke over the top rope!

Brooke Hernandez is eliminated.

AK: Naive little girl…

K: Hernandez the first to be eliminated.

G: There has to be a first.

Rylee Ruin engages with "Napalm" Silas Jessup, showcasing her unpredictability. She hits him with a Middle Rope Diving Double Knee Drop, eliminating Silas early on.

"Napalm" Silas Jessup is eliminated.

AK: Impressive. She’s one to watch. As for Silas, he needs to stop and accept his fate.

K: Many have wondered when, or even if, Silas is going to get some kind of retribution upon you, Kekoa.

G: It’s almost as if Silas doesn’t even care that you and Joshua Samson betrayed him.

Rex Roarke tries to showcase his skills against Seraphina Vex but gets caught by her Bicycle Knee Strike, leading to his elimination.

Rex Roarke is eliminated.

AK: The rooster got plucked again.

G: It makes me wonder why he was even in the battle royale?!

Darcy Graves, demonstrating her tactical prowess, maneuvers Kristy Jackson into a submission position and uses the momentum to throw her over the ropes.

Kristy Jackson is eliminated.

AK: Keep watch on Darcy.

K: Is there something you see in her that many experts in 1WM don’t?

G: I’m one of those experts and I don’t see anything very special about her. Sure she has a great backstage presence but beyond that what has she really done since getting here over two months ago?

Rylee Ruin is the next target of Vito Brueck, who uses his chaotic style to his advantage, hitting a brutal Hangman’s Neckbreaker that sends Rylee crashing out of the ring.

Rylee Ruin is eliminated.

AK: Not bad, Vito. Not bad at all.

G: Not going to lie but Rylee was one of my top picks to win this thing.

Kayden Lane and Jason Jamon momentarily team up to take down the wild Vito Brueck. However, their alliance is short-lived as Jason turns on Kayden with an Olympic Slam, throwing him over the top rope.

Kayden Lane is eliminated.

AK: (chuckling) I told you he was no king.

AKK: There is no king but you, Aleki.

Darcy Graves attempts to sneak up on Jason Jamon but is met with a quick counter and an Olympic Slam that sends her over the top rope as well.

Darcy Graves is eliminated.

AK: Hmmm…

In the final moments, Seraphina Vex tries to capitalize on a distracted Jason Jamon, but he manages to counter her attempt and sends her over the top rope with a Fisherman Brainbuster.

Seraphina Vex is eliminated.

AK: Impressive Standard.

K: We’re getting down to the nitty gritty now!

G: Ten entered and only two remain!

Jason Jamon and Vito Brueck circle each other warily, fatigue setting in but determination clear in their actions. Jason aims a quick jab, testing Vito's reflexes, then launches into a combination of technical maneuvers, trying to lock in a Cross Armbreaker. Vito resists fiercely, countering with a rough Push Off to create space between them.

K: Brueck has been wrestling a long time and has a vast wealth of knowledge.

G: But so does Jamon.

They clash again near the ropes, exchanging hard hits. Jason lands a couple of precise chops, pushing Vito back.

Crow: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!

Sensing an opportunity, Jason goes for a Fisherman Brainbuster, hoping to incapacitate Vito. However, Vito's survival instincts kick in; he blocks the attempt and retaliates with a harsh elbow to Jason's head.

Reeling from the strike, Jason staggers back. Vito, seizing the moment, grabs Jason by the arm and spins him into a devastating Ripcord Lariat. The impact sends Jason reeling over the top rope, his feet desperately trying to find purchase but ultimately failing as they hit the arena floor!

Jason Jamon is eliminated.

AK: The wildman it is… time to hunt the hunter and he will feel my wrath.

Vito Brueck, breathing heavily, steadies himself on the ropes, his face a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The referee comes over, confirming his victory, and raises his arm in triumph.

Torres: The winner of this battle royale….and receiving a Tidebreaker Championship match….Vito Brueck!

Vito: TAK! TAK! TAK!

Vito looks over at Aleki who has now stood up. The champion glares at his new contender and simply raises the Tidebreaker Championship belt into the air.

Time Breakdown:[
Brooke Hernandez - Eliminated at 5 minutes by Kristy Jackson with a Spark Shot Superkick.
"Napalm" Silas Jessup - Eliminated at 7 minutes by Rylee Ruin with a Middle Rope Diving Double Knee Drop.
Rex Roarke - Eliminated at 10 minutes by Seraphina Vex with a Bicycle Knee Strike.
Kristy Jackson - Eliminated at 12 minutes by Darcy Graves with a tactical throw over the ropes.
Rylee Ruin - Eliminated at 15 minutes by Vito Brueck with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker.
Kayden Lane - Eliminated at 20 minutes by Jason Jamon with an Olympic Slam.
Darcy Graves - Eliminated at 22 minutes by Jason Jamon with an Olympic Slam.
Seraphina Vex - Eliminated at 25 minutes by Jason Jamon with a Fisherman Brainbuster.
Jason Jamon - Eliminated at 30 minutes by Vito Brueck with a Ripcord Lariat.

Streaming LIVE on ISM Global
May 31st, 2024
From The One Arena in Santa Monica, California

Main Event
Glory Championship Match
Raze vs. "Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane

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

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. The fans get up with an explosive pop. 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-crack of the neck and roll of a shoulder, he's ready to go.

Torres: In the ring first hailing from Glasgow, Scotland….weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is the challenger….RAZZZZZZEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

K: It was just last month at Glory Thirty-Four that Raze had an all-out war with the now ex-Glory Champion, Rowena Bryne.

G: It’s a damn shame that Rowena couldn’t hack it and quit but fortunate for Raze that he gets a second chance to gain the Glory title.

"Hurt" by Johnny Cash blares throughout the One Arena as Douglas Crane makes his way down to the ring.

K: Crane looking to win his first 1WM Championship after multiple attempts.

G: Tonight could definitely be the night.

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Raze and Douglas circle each other. Raze claps his hands and the fans start clapping back.

K: AND HERE WE GO!!

The two move closer in and Raze opens with a series of martial arts strikes, trying to take Douglas off balance in the early going. Raze shoots Douglas into the ropes, but Douglas uses the momentum to bounce off the ropes and connect with an elbow.

G: Raze starting off strong, but Crane showing he can hit back just as hard.

Trying to take advantage, Douglas shoots the ropes and hits a jumping knee strike. Grabbing Raze and moving to the corner, he attempts a springboard bulldog, but Raze manages to push Douglas off. Mr. Personality lands hard on the mat. The former Dread King catches Douglas with a spinning crescent kick.

Douglas manages to pick himself up and gets caught by a series of quick kicks from Douglas Crane, who knocks Douglas down with a roundhouse kick and goes for a legdrop. Douglas rolls out of the way.

Douglas gets to his feet, gets caught with an Irish whip. Douglas catches him with a clothesline on the rebound. He pulls Raze up and shoots him into the corner. Raze reverses and Douglas catches him with a springboard roundhouse before going for the cover.

One…

Two…kick out.

K: Crane shows Raze that he can kick too but not enough to get the win.

G: I will admit Raze is tough.

Getting to his feet, Douglas steps out onto the apron and shoots himself over the top with a slingshot elbow. Getting back to his feet, he lifts up Raze, who manages to push him off and connects with a spinning heel kick.

K: These two men are trading control of this match!

Raze manages to get back to his feet and pulls Douglas with an Irish whip. He catches him with a hurricanrana, hooking the legs.

One…

Two…Douglas reverses the pin attempt as he manages to flip Raze onto his back.

K: A reversal by Douglas!

One…

Two…Raze rolls out and then pushes Douglas onto his shoulders, flipping over for a pin attempt.

G: And Raze reverses!

One…

Two…Douglas manages to roll Raze over into what seems to be like he is setting up for a powerbomb, but then flips himself and Raze over in a pin attempt.

K: And another reversal…

One…

Two…kick out.

Both men get to their feet, looking at each other. The crowd cheers loudly for that display of pin attempts. Raze and Crane look at each other, then the crowd and then back at each other. Both of them are smiling.

K: This crowd is certainly impressed by that display.

G: You can tell both men want the victory. The question is what will they do to get it? Though I already know Douglas will do anything!

The two move towards each other and lock up. Douglas shoots Raze into the corner, but he counters, sending Douglas into the corner. Raze moves in, grabs Douglas in an armbar and climbs the top, walking along the ropes. Raze suddenly drops down onto the ropes, backflips off the ropes and flips Douglas.

K: Look at the display of athleticism and agility from Douglas Crane!

Douglas gets back to his feet. He catches Raze with a headbutt and manages to use Raze’s own momentum to toss him over his head and connect with an enziguri. Springing up to his feet, Douglas shoots the ropes attempting a modified diving headbutt. At the last moment, Raze moves out of the way and shoots the ropes, catching Douglas with a tornado DDT as Douglas gets up. Trying to seize the momentum, he rebounds off the ropes, springboarding off, and corkscrewing in the air. Douglas manages to get his knees up. Raze drops to the mat, holding his midsection.

K: Douglas manages to counter Raze’s counter!

G: I’ve said this before…Douglas is probably the most dangerous person wrestling in this sport today!

Getting to his feet and grabbing Raze, Douglas uses the ropes to take Raze down to the mat with a bulldog. He rolls Raze over and hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Thre…KICK OUT!

Douglas seems a bit disappointed that he did not get the job done there. He starts to climb the corner. Leaping off the top turnbuckle, Douglas dives and nails Raze with a diving headbutt. Sensing that now is the time to end the match, Douglas lifts Raze into a piledriver position and drops him on his head. Douglas covers into a pinfall.

One…

Two…

Thre…Shoulder up!

K: Raze kicked out! Raze kicked out!

G: What the hell?!

Douglas sits up, looking absolutely shocked. He looks to the referee, who confirms the two count, and then down at Raze. The crowd seems shocked, but recovers quickly and cheers wildly.

K: Raze kicked out! I do not know how, but he did and Crane cannot believe it!

Crumb: I don’t think anyone here can.

Managing to recover his wits, Douglas pushes Raze onto his back and tries again, hooking the legs.

One…

Two…

Thre…KICK OUT!

K: And Crane tries another cover and Raze kicks out again!

G: Raze’s got to be doing this on instinct?!

Douglas looks shocked again and moves to the corner looking at his opponent, who is just now starting to stir. Somehow, Douglas manages to overcome the shock and disappointment and moves out of the corner. He does a cutthroat motion indicating this is over. Waiting for Raze to stir and start to get to his feet, Douglas runs forward.

This time however, it is Raze who is able to use Douglas’ momentum against him, tossing him over his head and hitting him with a back kick that knocks him into the ropes. Douglas bounces off the ropes and gets nailed with a high kick that snaps his head back and knocks him out of the ring and onto the floor, giving Raze a chance to recover.

K: Raze manages to reverse whatever Crane was attempting and sends him to the outside!

On the outside, Douglas manages to get himself back to his feet, taking a moment to catch his breath. Inside the ring, Raze bounces off the ropes and launches himself over the top rope to the cheers of the crowd and flashes of the camera.

G: Raze just launched himself over the top rope!

Douglas turns around right in time to be taken down by a suicide dive, which knocks both men down onto the arena floor. The crowd begins chanting “This is awesome!”

K: How is Raze still standing, never mind doing that?

G: We all knew this would be a war and they both have been trying.

Both men get to their feet. Raze tries to throw Douglas into the ring, but it is reversed. Raze uses the momentum to spring up onto the apron, then off the ropes, and hits a flying cross body. The referee begins his count out.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…the two men begin to stir.

Raze rolls Douglas into the ring. Douglas is able to get to his feet. He bounces off the ropes and hits Raze with a slingblade. Climbing the ropes, Douglas stands on the second turnbuckle. As Raze gets to his feet, Crane jumps off and drives him into the mat with a tornado DDT. He goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE…KICK OUT!!

Trying to keep his momentum, Douglas lifts Raze off the mat and tries for an Irish whip. Raze reverses, sending Douglas into the ropes. The crowd cheers as Raze catches Douglas with his Synapse Breaker (buzzsaw kick)! Douglas drops to the mat.

K: Somehow Raze hits a tremendous kick!

Raze, exhausted, is also down, unable to make the cover.

G: But he can’t make the cover!

The referee begins his count on both men.

One…

Two…

Three…

K: Raze is starting to move.

Four…

Five…

Six…

Raze manages to drape his arm across Douglas’ chest.

G: A cover by Raze!

One…

Two…

THRE…Shoulder up!

K: Raze took too long to cover her.

G: Both these men are giving EVERYTHING to become the Glory Champion!

Both men roll over onto their sides, trying to get to their feet. Raze looks a little disappointed that he didn’t get the win, but not entirely shocked. Douglas tries to shake the cobwebs out. Somehow, both men are able to get to their feet. Raze takes Douglas down with a high roundhouse. He runs to the ropes, leaps off, and corkscrews down on Douglas. Raze holds his midsection before crawling to Douglas to weakly hook the leg for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thre…KICK OUT!

K: Douglas Crane is still in this match!

Looking more than a little shocked, Raze pulls Douglas up and shoots him into the corner. He comes in with a back elbow, but Douglas manages to move out of the way. Raze staggers out of the corner, holding his arm. Sensing his opportunity, Douglas steps through the ropes and onto the apron.

K: Raze may have injured her arm right there.

G: How are they still going?

Douglas launches himself over the top rope, going for a slingshot elbow. Somehow, Raze has enough ring presence to throw out a thrust kick. The crack seemingly echoes through the One Arena as Douglas’ head snaps back and he hits the mat. Raze loses his balance simply due to the mix of impact and the toll the match has taken.

G: OHMIGOSH! You could hear that throughout the One Arena!

Raze moves over to Douglas, rolling him over, and hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

THRE…SHOULDER UP!

Raze sits up, looking stunned that that didn’t finish the match. He pulls himself to his feet, moving into position and waiting for Douglas to get to his feet. As Douglas gets to his feet, Raze tries his Synapse Breaker again. Douglas manages to duck the move. As Raze spins back toward him, Douglas hits a STO!

K: The STO is the set up for Release Me (Cobra Clutch).

G: NO one that has faced Crane in 1WM have ever survived the Release Me.

Instead of putting the cobra clutch submission on Raze, Douglas slowly transitions into a pinfall.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

The crowd explodes into cheers as the referee’s hand hits the canvas the final time. Douglas lays there too exhausted to move.

Torres: Here is your winner….AND NEW Glory Champion…Douglas Crane!!!!

Neither man has moved, though the referee raises Douglas’ arm in victory. Slowly, he starts to get to his feet. The new Glory Champ staggers and leans against the ropes for support as the crowd continues to cheer.

K: This was a war. This match took both these men to their limits.

G: Douglas earned the victory and championship here tonight.

Douglas pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and raises fist high over his head. Raze begins to move, rolling to the ropes, and managing to get to his feet. Douglas climbs down, coming face to face with Raze.

K: You can see the disappointment in Raze’s face.

G: Raze and Douglas gave it everything they had.

Sighing in disappointment, Raze looks down and back up to Douglas. He nods, smiling a bit, offering his hand. Without any hesitation, Douglas takes it and the two men embrace. They break and Raze raises Douglas’ arm in victory. Raze steps back, applauding Douglas in his moment of celebration.

K: What a great display from two great competitors.

Raze holds the ropes open for Douglas who steps out between them. The two men walk towards the back. They stop and turn to the crowd, raising each other’s arm as the show goes off the air.

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