Post by Rando on Aug 15, 2022 16:19:51 GMT
We fade in on the staff garage area of the Spectrum Center in Charlotte, NC, the site of tonight’s Ignited. A BMW X6 pulls into the garage, windows tinted to keep the driver of the car shielded from view. A moment later though, the driver emerges, revealed to be Ronda Rousey, the Baddest Woman on the Planet. Ronda is dressed in the classic “Rowdy” t-shirt, a leather jacket and jeans. She cracks her neck to both sides and pulls a duffle bag from the car before she starts to make her entrance into the arena. But she is stopped, as Kayla Braxton quickly rushes her, microphone in hand.
Kayla Braxton: Ronda! Tonight, after weeks of animosity, you and Alexa Bliss face off in the main event, a vicious no DQ match. I am sure the Legacy Pro fans all over the world want to know, where is your head at going into this match?
Rousey gives Kayla a bit of a snarl, before finally deciding to actually answer the question.
Ronda Rousey: This thing between me and Alexa? This animosity? It started long before either of us stepped foot into a Legacy Pro ring. We have always butted heads. Just two huge personalities that don’t get along. But tonight, all of that comes to an end. Because when we face off, no disqualifications? I won’t just break her arm. I’m going to break her. So consider this a farewell party to poor Alexa, because I don’t think you’re going to be seeing her in a Legacy Pro ring again for a very, very long time.
With that, Rousey storms off before another question can be asked, only to run head-on into Commissioner CM Punk, who gets a huge pop from the live audience. Punk is flanked on either side by bulking men in dark suits, wearing sunglasses. Rousey looks at the two brutes, and then Punk himself.
Ronda Rousey: What the fuck is this all about?
CM Punk: First, watch the language. I doubt our partners at the Disney Company appreciate you dropping F-bombs on ESPN--
Ronda Rousey: I don’t give a damn what they appreciate, what is this all about?
Punk grins and gestures towards both the gentlemen.
CM Punk: This is Mark and Larry. They’re going to be your buddies tonight. You see, I am just as excited as anyone else for our main event tonight, but I have a few concerns regarding the safety of both participants. So you are going to follow Mark and Larry to your locker room, where you will be staying until your match. That way, neither you nor Ms. Bliss will be able to start anything before the bell rings. And the fans get the match they deserve.
Rousey starts to object.
Ronda Rousey: I don’t need some kind of babysitting bullsh--
CM Punk holds up his hand to cut Rousey off before another censors incident.
CM Punk: And if you don’t do that, you forfeit the match. Period. Alexa is already in her dressing room with security, and agreed to the stipulations. So it’s up to you Ronda. Are we going to have this match or not?
Rousey screws up her nose, glaring at Punk for another moment before finally sighing.
Ronda Rousey: I didn’t want to break that midget in half, I’d be walking. Luckily for you, I got a score to settle.
With that, Rousey walks past Punk, escorted by the two bodyguards before we cut away to the Ignited opening montage.
After the opening video, we cut to the inside of the Spectrum Arena, fans screaming their heads off as the opening pyro blares. We scan around the crowd, seeing some of the various signs held up: “Horsemen Bring Home the Gold”, “Get Off Your Phone Ziggler”, “Family Family Family!”
We finally cut to the top of the ramp, where we see our announce team ready for Ignited to kick off.
Scott Stanford: Welcome to another exciting night of hard hitting action here on Legacy Pro Ignited! We have a huge night ahead of us, gang, with two huge main event bouts.
Wade Barrett: For once Stanford, you’re not wrong. Tonight we will finally get a sense of what the title picture will look like, as we discover who will be facing Seth Rollins at Fight Forever to be named the first ever Legacy Pro World Champion. But it won’t be easy, as all four of these men aren’t going to go down without a fight.
Lita: And this one won’t be for the faint of the heart. Alexa Bliss and Ronda Rousey have been at each other’s throats for weeks now, and finally we get to see them in the same ring. And in case you thought that wasn’t enough? Yeah, it’s no DQ. So be ready for things to get ugly.
Scott Stanford: But we have a lot of hard hitting action even before that, so you won’t want to go anywhere! Because Ignited is about ready to explode with our first match!
AJ Styles vs. Rey Mysterio
Referee: Charles Robinson
We finally cut to the top of the ramp, where we see our announce team ready for Ignited to kick off.
Scott Stanford: Welcome to another exciting night of hard hitting action here on Legacy Pro Ignited! We have a huge night ahead of us, gang, with two huge main event bouts.
Wade Barrett: For once Stanford, you’re not wrong. Tonight we will finally get a sense of what the title picture will look like, as we discover who will be facing Seth Rollins at Fight Forever to be named the first ever Legacy Pro World Champion. But it won’t be easy, as all four of these men aren’t going to go down without a fight.
Lita: And this one won’t be for the faint of the heart. Alexa Bliss and Ronda Rousey have been at each other’s throats for weeks now, and finally we get to see them in the same ring. And in case you thought that wasn’t enough? Yeah, it’s no DQ. So be ready for things to get ugly.
Scott Stanford: But we have a lot of hard hitting action even before that, so you won’t want to go anywhere! Because Ignited is about ready to explode with our first match!
AJ Styles vs. Rey Mysterio
Referee: Charles Robinson
AJ Styles and Rey Mysterio glare across the ring at each other as the ref calls for the bell. Once the ring echoes through the Spectrum Center, a smirk spreads across AJ's face before he starts mouthing off across the ring to Rey. Mysterio doesn't answer back though, instead just flashing Styles a smirk of his own. The Phenomenal One isn't amused by this and feigns turning away before making a mad dash across the ring towards Mysterio! AJ goes for a lariat but Mysterio easily ducks under it, turning around and dropkicking Styles face-first into the corner. AJ slams the top turnbuckle in frustration and turns into another dropkick!
Scott Stanford: Doesn't look like AJ was expecting that one!
Wade Barrett: Of course he bloody wasn't! When is anyone expecting a dropkick to the face?!
Lita: Well in the life of a professional wrestler I'd say about seventy percent of the time.
Inside the ring, Mysterio doesn't let up, peppering Styles with some forearms and chops. When Rey makes the moves to striking kicks Styles finds a window to push forward and shove himself out of the corner, pushing Rey several feet away. Using the pushes' momentum Styles is able to dash behind Mysterio and drop him with a neckbreaker! The crowd in Charlotte, North Carolina boo while Charlotte Flair cheers at ringside.
Lita: Is anyone else still getting used to this partnership between AJ Styles and Charlotte Flair?
Wade Barrett: What is there to get used to? Two of the greatest to ever lace up their boots decided to team up and become unstoppable. Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Actually I’m surprised they didn't ring ol' Bad News.
Lita: Can you even "Woo", Wade?
Wade Barrett: WOOOOOAHHHHH!
Scott Stanford: What a rush!
Instead of advancing on his downed opponent, AJ is running a hand through his hair, throwing Charlotte a smirk before turning back to Mysterio. The Master of the 619 has been recovering from that neckbreaker, crawling towards the corner where his son Dominik is on the outside cheering his father on. Just as Mysterio reaches the bottom turnbuckle though AJ Styles steps up and stomps down on the luchador's neck. And another! Styles then reaches down, grabbing Rey and lifting him up into the corner before rocking him with a side elbow smash. Mysterio is sprawled across the top rope as Styles looks down at Dominik with a cocky smirk before mouthing off.
Scott Stanford: Styles needs to start concentrating more on this match.
Wade Barrett: Look at him! He's been in control since the start.
As soon as the words leave Barrett's mouth the smaller Mysterio takes advantage of Styles' lack of concentration, dropping down and grabbing a handful of Styles tights, driving him down and causing his face to smash into the second turnbuckle. Styles stumbles back out of the corner, his hands shooting to his face as Mysterio dashes forward, hopping up onto Styles' shoulders and uses his foot to hook AJ's arms before flipping him into a slam with the Mysterio Express! He holds the move for the first pinfall of the match.
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AJ kicks Rey in the head, forcing the break on the pin.
Scott Stanford: Mysterio almost pulled the rug out from under AJ there!
Storming to his feet, Styles quickly advances on Mysterio and goes for a punt kick but Rey falls back onto the mat, dodging the kick. He hops up and runs the other way, causing Styles to turn and immediately give chase right into a springboard crossbody! The crowd pops as Mysterio goes for another quick pin.
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This time Styles kicks out immediately, shoving the smaller man off him. Just as Styles reaches his feet through, Mysterio starts hitting him with shin kicks before kicking him in the knees, causing Styles to fall to one knee. Mysterio takes the opportunity and hits a roundhouse kick right to the skull of AJ Styles, who abruptly falls to the mat clutching his head. Rey hops outside to the ring apron, shooting an arm into the air as the fans cheer. He springboards off the top rope looking for his patented springboard leg drop known as 'Droppin' da Dime' but he won't be dropping any chance today because AJ Styles is right there to meet him, leaping him and hitting Rey in the head with a forearm just as the cruiserweight is about to leap off the rope. Styles is quick to react as he catches Rey on his way down in a fireman's carry. AJ confidently walks to the middle of the ring before heaving Rey up and over his head so he's holding him in front of him before lifting him back up and over with a fallaway slam! Groans echo through the arena as AJ scurries over for a pinfall attempt.
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No! Rey Mysterio kicks out, causing Dominik to start pounding the apron on the outside in an attempt to rally his father. Charlotte Flair doesn't take kindly to this though and starts yelling across the ring at Dominik.
Scott Stanford: It seems Charlotte isn't too happy about Dominik trying to encourage the elder Mysterio.
Wade Barrett: I should bloody-well hope not! He has no business interjecting himself in any way.
Lita: Hasn't Charlotte been doing the same thing for AJ?
Wade Barrett: You're missing my point. Per usual.
AJ picks Rey back up and pushes him into a corner. Styles gives Mysterio another vicious elbow shot to make sure he stays put before trekking back across the ring. He points at Mysterio in the corner and rushes forward, nailing him with a hard forearm! A shot that causes Mysterio to crumple forward onto the mat. Styles goes for another pinfall.
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No! Another kickout from Mysterio. AJ gets to his knees and argues with the referee, clearly getting frustrated now. He sighs heavily before getting back to his feet. He reaches down and grabs Rey, pulling him to his feet once again but this time Mysterio bursts out of AJ's grasp! He dashes across the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors!! Causing Styles to cradle his arms on the second rope! The fans in the Spectrum Center erupt as Mysterio shoots an arm into the air, racing across the ring and bouncing off the opposite ropes. Charlotte Flair is screaming a warning at AJ but it's futile. Within a couple seconds Rey is throwing his body through the top and middle rope, spinning around and kicking both feet into the face of AJ Styles with the 6-1-9! The fans erupt again as Styles flies backwards, his hands clutching his face.
Lita: There it is! The 619!
Wade Barrett: Where in the bloody hell did that come from?!
Scott Stanford: I believe it's the area code of San Diego, Califo...
Wade Barrett: Idiot!
Mysterio keeps himself outside on the apron, raising his arm in the air once again. As Styles clumsily stumbles to his feet, still clutching his face, he turns around right into a springboard hurricanrana from Rey! The West Coast Pop! BUT NO! AJ Styles plants his feet, stopping Rey from flipping him over with the hurricanrana! Instead Styles takes advantage of the upside down Mysterio, clutching his legs and stepping over his dangling arms before dropping him face-first to the mat with the Styles Clash! The cheers die in the air as a hushed silence comes over the Spectrum Center, allowing the ref's hand slaps against the mat to echo through the arena as Styles turns Rey over into the pin.
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Boos begin to fill the air as Styles pushes Rey away, getting to his feet to celebrate with Charlotte Flair as Dominik pulls his father from the ring.
WINNER: AJ Styles via Pinfall
Scott Stanford: What a reversal by AJ Styles! That one happened in the blink of an eye.
Wade Barrett: There's not much AJ Styles can't do.
The referee attempts to raise AJ’s arm in victory, only to be knocked away Charlotte, who glares him down before lifting up Style’s arm himself. She beams proudly as Styles simply looks around with a cocky glint to his eyes. The pair eventually make their way back up to the backstage area, as we see Dominik checking on his father’s condition, before we cut away.
We cut backstage to see the Horsemen all gathered together. Rhea is leaning against one wall, while Sheamus and Cesaro are seated at a table, Sheamus nursing a beer. Their newly won tag team championship belts are held over their shoulders. In the center of the room is Tully Blanchard, rubbing his hands together with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. And behind him, Shawn Spears paces back and forth, a determined look on his face.
Tully Blanchard: Alright troops, we had a great week last week, unquestionably. But it doesn’t stop there, does it? No, we’ve got to keep going, and this week you boys got the week off, you just sit back and relax.
Sheamus: Way ahead o’ ya, fella.
Sheamus throws back a big swig from his drink.
Tully Blanchard: Yes, the focus is on Rhea establishing herself in the women’s division. Now this match isn’t for a spot in the women’s ladder match, which I’ve made a formal complaint about, just so you know. But we are going to prove beyond a shadow of the doubt who belongs in that match.
Rhea merely nods, arms crossed, clearly ready to beat the crap out of Hyper Misao and prove her place. Tully then turns towards Spears, grabbing him by the shoulders to stop him from pacing.
Tully Blanchard: And then there’s your match. Our attempt to get our shot at the big one. I don’t have to explain to you why this matters do I?
Shawn is quick to shake his head.
Shawn Spears: This is what we came here to do. To get all the gold, to prove ourselves the dominant force in this company. Tonight? Tonight I prove, to anyone paying attention, that we...that I am not to be taken lightly. And after I beat three other losers tonight? Then we go on to Fight Forever, to show Seth Rollins who the real savior of this brand is.
Tully smiles warmly and pats Spears on the cheek hard.
Tully Blanchard: Thatta boy. Make me proud.
With that, Tully walks off to support Ripley in her match, leaving Shawn behind, looking determined and fairly intense.
Rhea Ripley vs. Hyper Misao
Referee: Rick Knox
Wade Barrett: There's not much AJ Styles can't do.
The referee attempts to raise AJ’s arm in victory, only to be knocked away Charlotte, who glares him down before lifting up Style’s arm himself. She beams proudly as Styles simply looks around with a cocky glint to his eyes. The pair eventually make their way back up to the backstage area, as we see Dominik checking on his father’s condition, before we cut away.
We cut backstage to see the Horsemen all gathered together. Rhea is leaning against one wall, while Sheamus and Cesaro are seated at a table, Sheamus nursing a beer. Their newly won tag team championship belts are held over their shoulders. In the center of the room is Tully Blanchard, rubbing his hands together with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. And behind him, Shawn Spears paces back and forth, a determined look on his face.
Tully Blanchard: Alright troops, we had a great week last week, unquestionably. But it doesn’t stop there, does it? No, we’ve got to keep going, and this week you boys got the week off, you just sit back and relax.
Sheamus: Way ahead o’ ya, fella.
Sheamus throws back a big swig from his drink.
Tully Blanchard: Yes, the focus is on Rhea establishing herself in the women’s division. Now this match isn’t for a spot in the women’s ladder match, which I’ve made a formal complaint about, just so you know. But we are going to prove beyond a shadow of the doubt who belongs in that match.
Rhea merely nods, arms crossed, clearly ready to beat the crap out of Hyper Misao and prove her place. Tully then turns towards Spears, grabbing him by the shoulders to stop him from pacing.
Tully Blanchard: And then there’s your match. Our attempt to get our shot at the big one. I don’t have to explain to you why this matters do I?
Shawn is quick to shake his head.
Shawn Spears: This is what we came here to do. To get all the gold, to prove ourselves the dominant force in this company. Tonight? Tonight I prove, to anyone paying attention, that we...that I am not to be taken lightly. And after I beat three other losers tonight? Then we go on to Fight Forever, to show Seth Rollins who the real savior of this brand is.
Tully smiles warmly and pats Spears on the cheek hard.
Tully Blanchard: Thatta boy. Make me proud.
With that, Tully walks off to support Ripley in her match, leaving Shawn behind, looking determined and fairly intense.
Rhea Ripley vs. Hyper Misao
Referee: Rick Knox
Hyper Misao hesitantly walks to meet Rhea Ripley in the middle of the ring, the Aussie simply sneering down at her. Misao offers a handshake, but Ripley is quick to kick it away, causing Misao to wave her hand, but quickly responds by thrusting her elbow into Ripley mid-section. It staggers the Aussie back, but only momentarily before she throws a hard knee into the superhero’s own gut, which doubles her over. Ripley then irish whips Misao across the ring, meeting her with a swift boot, but Misao ducks, springboarding off the ropes and downing Ripley with a crossbody!
Scott Stanford: Misao generating some offense!
It is barely a one-count before Ripley kicks out.
Lita: Or perhaps not.
Ripley, visibly enraged, gets to her feet and starts stomping on Misao, dragging her up and cornering. Ripley feeds elbow after elbow to Misao, when referee Rick Knox tries to step in, starting a five count and threatening disqualification if Ripley doesn’t give space. At four, Ripley spins on her heel and gets in Knox’s face, swearing profanities. Behind her however, Misao climbs to the second turnbuckles, crouches down and leaps, attempting a second crossbody. Ripley was ready for it this time however, catches her mid-air and slams her into the mat in a power slam, instantly going for a nonchalant cover, not even bothering to hook the leg.
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Misao kicks out at two, but struggles to get back to her feet before Ripley, who pulls her up by her mask and pushes her against the ropes, tossing her again across the ring. Misao backs into a corner, while Ripley stalks forward. Misao, potentially out of desperation, kicks out at Ripley’s knee. But she happens to hit it at just the right angle, causing the Aussie to hobble back as Misao gets to her feet. Bouncing off a nearby rope, she jumps on Ripley back, wrapping her arms around and trying to squeeze a sleeper on her!
Lita: Trying to put Rhea to sleep!
Wade Barrett: I think that’s just as likely to piss her off.
Rhea is able to get a her vertical base, and rushes backwards to force Misao against the turnbuckle, breaking the sleeper. Ripley attempts to follow up by rushing in, but her knee seems to still be bothering her, buckling slightly, giving Misao the opening she needs to respond. She rushes in, grabs Ripley by the head and hits her with a final cut. She goes for a cover.
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The call is broken off when Tully Blanchard jumps on the ring apron, yelling something that catches Knox’s attention enough to break his count. Knox attempts to tell Tully to back off, when Misao comes up behind and knocks the old man clear in the teeth with her elbow. She is yelling down at him when Rhea elbows her hard in the back of the head, tossing her across the ring and nailing her with a giant boot.
Lita: Tully Blanchard once again a difference maker for the Horsemen.
Wade Barrett: He paid for it this time though, suspect Ol’ Tully’s got a trip to the dentist in his future to get fitted for some new dentures.
Ripley goes for the cover.
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Misao kicks out at the last second, getting a legitimately shocked response from Ripley. She shakes her head and pulls the superhero up, setting her up for Riptide. But as she does, Misao falls and elbows hard at the previously injured knee. This causes Ripley to buckle, which gives Misao the momentum to roll her up in a small package.
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As soon as Knox’s hand hits the mat for the three, Misao lets go of the hold and she flees the ring, holding her arms up victoriously! She rushes to Shoko Nakajima, who embraces her and the pair celebrate her victory. Meanwhile, Rhea Ripely is steaming in the ring, yelling at Knox, Tully, whoever is in ear shot, arguing her shoulder was up at the last second.
Scott Stanford: Misao generating some offense!
It is barely a one-count before Ripley kicks out.
Lita: Or perhaps not.
Ripley, visibly enraged, gets to her feet and starts stomping on Misao, dragging her up and cornering. Ripley feeds elbow after elbow to Misao, when referee Rick Knox tries to step in, starting a five count and threatening disqualification if Ripley doesn’t give space. At four, Ripley spins on her heel and gets in Knox’s face, swearing profanities. Behind her however, Misao climbs to the second turnbuckles, crouches down and leaps, attempting a second crossbody. Ripley was ready for it this time however, catches her mid-air and slams her into the mat in a power slam, instantly going for a nonchalant cover, not even bothering to hook the leg.
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Misao kicks out at two, but struggles to get back to her feet before Ripley, who pulls her up by her mask and pushes her against the ropes, tossing her again across the ring. Misao backs into a corner, while Ripley stalks forward. Misao, potentially out of desperation, kicks out at Ripley’s knee. But she happens to hit it at just the right angle, causing the Aussie to hobble back as Misao gets to her feet. Bouncing off a nearby rope, she jumps on Ripley back, wrapping her arms around and trying to squeeze a sleeper on her!
Lita: Trying to put Rhea to sleep!
Wade Barrett: I think that’s just as likely to piss her off.
Rhea is able to get a her vertical base, and rushes backwards to force Misao against the turnbuckle, breaking the sleeper. Ripley attempts to follow up by rushing in, but her knee seems to still be bothering her, buckling slightly, giving Misao the opening she needs to respond. She rushes in, grabs Ripley by the head and hits her with a final cut. She goes for a cover.
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The call is broken off when Tully Blanchard jumps on the ring apron, yelling something that catches Knox’s attention enough to break his count. Knox attempts to tell Tully to back off, when Misao comes up behind and knocks the old man clear in the teeth with her elbow. She is yelling down at him when Rhea elbows her hard in the back of the head, tossing her across the ring and nailing her with a giant boot.
Lita: Tully Blanchard once again a difference maker for the Horsemen.
Wade Barrett: He paid for it this time though, suspect Ol’ Tully’s got a trip to the dentist in his future to get fitted for some new dentures.
Ripley goes for the cover.
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Misao kicks out at the last second, getting a legitimately shocked response from Ripley. She shakes her head and pulls the superhero up, setting her up for Riptide. But as she does, Misao falls and elbows hard at the previously injured knee. This causes Ripley to buckle, which gives Misao the momentum to roll her up in a small package.
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Winner: Hyper Misao via Pinfall
As soon as Knox’s hand hits the mat for the three, Misao lets go of the hold and she flees the ring, holding her arms up victoriously! She rushes to Shoko Nakajima, who embraces her and the pair celebrate her victory. Meanwhile, Rhea Ripely is steaming in the ring, yelling at Knox, Tully, whoever is in ear shot, arguing her shoulder was up at the last second.
We cut backstage to see Kayla Braxton with Rey Mysterio, along with his son and tag team partner Dominik, who are both looking down following Rey’s loss earlier in the evening.
Kayla Braxton: I am back here with the Los Mysterios, and Rey I know that you have to be disappointed with a loss here tonight. Where is your head at right now?
Rey considers for a moment before responding, rubbing the back of his neck.
Rey Mysterio: You know, I’ve been at this for a long time. And I hoped to go out there and show my son what a winner, what a potential champion looks like. And today I wasn’t able to do that. But I hope that now, I can show him something even more important: how you pick yourself up after a loss, and how you turn it around as you look forward to the future, knowing that this loss doesn’t determine your next fight.
Kayla nods and then turns her attention to Dominik.
Kayla Braxton: Do you feel like you learned anything here tonight?
Dominik starts to respond, but seems distracted by something he sees past Kayla. The camera pulls back to reveal what was catching his attention, as Alex Shelley and Chris Saban step forward. Kayla pivots and squares off with them.
Kayla Braxton: So I guess the rumors are true, and welcomes are in order for the Motor City Machine Guns, now here on Legacy Pro.
The MCMGs share a smile and fist pound before Saban is the quick to step towards the extend microphone, smoothly taking it from Kayla and bringing it up to his lips.
Chris Saban: Yes, indeed the rumors are true, and the true best tag team in the world has finally darkened the doorway of Ignited. And suffice to say, we are so excited to be here, if only to prove what tag team excellence looks like. And to learn from Legends of the past. I mean Rey Mysterio! I loved watching you wrestle when I was a kid! I wanted to be just like you! Of course, a younger…better you.
Dominik steps forward, nostrils flaring slightly.
Dominik Mysterio: Watch what you say next.
Chris Saban: Or what, kid? You gonna do something about it?
The two stare down each other for a moment as Alex Shelley smoothly takes the microphone from Saban, laughing slightly, a bit nervously, to help break the tension of the moment.
Alex Shelley: As my partner was saying, we are really excited to be here, to wrestle with the best of the best, living legends and up and comers, doesn’t really matter. Because the Motor City Machine Guns are here to show once and for all that we are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most dangerous, most daring tag team on the block. And to show we don’t back down from any challenge, we figured we would drop by and drop a challenge with one of those living legends. So what you say, Los Mysterios? You ready to go toe to toe with the guns? Let’s say next week?
Shelley holds the microphone out for them to take it back. Dominik finally breaks his staredown with Saban to look towards his father, before looking back to Saban and snatching the microphone up.
Dominik Mysterio: You’re on.
The microphone feeds back slightly as he shoves it into Saban’s chest with force, before he and Rey walk off, leaving behind the MCMG, both smiling confidently.
We cut the office of Legacy Pro Commissioner CM Punk, sitting behind his desk and going through what looks like a tall pile of important paperwork. There is an aggressive knock on the door. Punk raises an eyebrow but looks up from his work.
CM Punk: It’s open.
The door slams open, revealing Daniel Bryan, dressed in jeans and a flannel, storming into the room, slamming his hands on Punk’s table.
Daniel Bryan: The hell is wrong with you, Punk?
CM Punk: Well, good to see you too Daniel. Come in, have a seat, happy to have you here officially.
Daniel Bryan snorts, shaking his head.
Daniel Bryan: No no no, none of that pleasantries nonsense. I need to know what the hell you think you’re doing having this four-way match without having the best damn wrestler in the world in it.
CM Punk: Well as you might have heard, I’m retired from in ring…
Daniel Bryan: You know what I mean! Why even bother with screw ups like Ziggler, or bootlickers like Spears. You know who should be facing Rollins for that title, and you’re looking at him.
CM Punk: Well that may be true, but Daniel, you just got here. And all of those guys have proven themselves in a Legacy Pro ring. Maybe after Fight Forever…
Daniel Bryan: Fine! Make it a Triple Threat at Fight Forever, or something. But you aren’t seriously thinking about giving a title shot to…
Punk holds up a hand to get DB to pause, gesturing behind him. Daniel Bryan spins around, his face a mixture of confusion and fury.
Daniel Bryan: The hell do you want?!
The camera whips around to show Martin Kirby, microphone in hand, with Kid Lykos behind him, struggling to hold up a massive karaoke machine.
Martin Kirby: Oh, well I thought it was time…
Whip back to Bryan and Punk, Punk clearly stifling a smirk and laugh behind his hand, but Bryan not seeming amused at all.
Daniel Bryan: Time for what?!
Finally back to Kirby and Lykos.
Martin Kirby: Time for some Kirbyoke!
Kirby then turns and hits the play button on the karaoke machine, as it starts to chirp out a garbled version of Europe’s “The Final Countdown.” He bobs back and forth to the song until it finally gets to the first verse.
Daniel Bryan: GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!
Bryan charges at Martin and Lykos, who both have the good sense to run out of the room. Bryan snorts at them, standing in the doorway before he glances back at Punk, throwing a thumb over his shoulder.
Daniel Bryan: That clown is in line for a potential title shot, and not me?
Punk can only shrug.
CM Punk: He beat AJ Styles.
Daniel Bryan: Big deal! I could beat Styles with both my hands tied behind my back! You better get your head out of your ass, Punk, or you’re gonna see this place crash and burn, and fast.
With that, Bryan slams the door, leaving behind a clearly amused Punk.
The Miz vs. Seth Rollins
Referee: Audrey Williams
CM Punk: It’s open.
The door slams open, revealing Daniel Bryan, dressed in jeans and a flannel, storming into the room, slamming his hands on Punk’s table.
Daniel Bryan: The hell is wrong with you, Punk?
CM Punk: Well, good to see you too Daniel. Come in, have a seat, happy to have you here officially.
Daniel Bryan snorts, shaking his head.
Daniel Bryan: No no no, none of that pleasantries nonsense. I need to know what the hell you think you’re doing having this four-way match without having the best damn wrestler in the world in it.
CM Punk: Well as you might have heard, I’m retired from in ring…
Daniel Bryan: You know what I mean! Why even bother with screw ups like Ziggler, or bootlickers like Spears. You know who should be facing Rollins for that title, and you’re looking at him.
CM Punk: Well that may be true, but Daniel, you just got here. And all of those guys have proven themselves in a Legacy Pro ring. Maybe after Fight Forever…
Daniel Bryan: Fine! Make it a Triple Threat at Fight Forever, or something. But you aren’t seriously thinking about giving a title shot to…
Punk holds up a hand to get DB to pause, gesturing behind him. Daniel Bryan spins around, his face a mixture of confusion and fury.
Daniel Bryan: The hell do you want?!
The camera whips around to show Martin Kirby, microphone in hand, with Kid Lykos behind him, struggling to hold up a massive karaoke machine.
Martin Kirby: Oh, well I thought it was time…
Whip back to Bryan and Punk, Punk clearly stifling a smirk and laugh behind his hand, but Bryan not seeming amused at all.
Daniel Bryan: Time for what?!
Finally back to Kirby and Lykos.
Martin Kirby: Time for some Kirbyoke!
Kirby then turns and hits the play button on the karaoke machine, as it starts to chirp out a garbled version of Europe’s “The Final Countdown.” He bobs back and forth to the song until it finally gets to the first verse.
Martin Kirby
We're leavin' together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground (leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again?
It's the final countdown
The final…
Daniel Bryan: GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!
Bryan charges at Martin and Lykos, who both have the good sense to run out of the room. Bryan snorts at them, standing in the doorway before he glances back at Punk, throwing a thumb over his shoulder.
Daniel Bryan: That clown is in line for a potential title shot, and not me?
Punk can only shrug.
CM Punk: He beat AJ Styles.
Daniel Bryan: Big deal! I could beat Styles with both my hands tied behind my back! You better get your head out of your ass, Punk, or you’re gonna see this place crash and burn, and fast.
With that, Bryan slams the door, leaving behind a clearly amused Punk.
The Miz vs. Seth Rollins
Referee: Audrey Williams
Rollins and Miz meet in the middle of the ring, the two men staring each other down before tangling up. The pair shift between various technical holds, Rollins continually proving himself the more savvy of the two. This is especially highlighted when the Miz tosses Rollins into the ropes, setting him up for a dropkick, only Rollins to stop on a dime, causing the Miz to completely misconnect. Miz is quick to get to his feet however, with the head of the House of Devotion simply grinning at him, almost pittingly. That causes the Miz to rage out, rushing at Seth, which he uses to his advantage, stepping out of the way and causing the Miz to crash to the outside. A moment later, Seth runs against the ropes and pops him again with a suicide dive!
Scott Stanford: Seth Rollins looking like a man on fire tonight, not giving the Miz any room for daylight.
Wade Barrett: Showing that he is destined to be the first Legacy Pro Heavyweight Champion!
Seth holds his arms out, shouting ‘You’re welcome, you’re welcome’ to the crowd before he heads over to scoop up Miz and dumps him back in the ring. As the Miz staggers, Rollins stands on the outer apron, waiting until the seemingly perfect moment to jump onto the ring rope, spingboarding forward with the intention of hitting a huge clothesline. The Miz shows sudden ring awareness however and ducks beneath Rollins, spinning around and downing the Savior of Legacy Pro with a thunderous lariat of his own, immediately scrambling for a pin.
1…
2…
Rollins kicks out, but Miz attempts to stay on top of him. He sets up Rollins for a suplex, but Rollins is able to slip out and around Miz. Pushing him against the ropes, Miz is able to catch the rope and throw off Rollins. Or at least he thinks so, as he turns around just in time to be caught square in the jaw with a superkick, the crack of it echoing throughout the arena as Rollins falls on him and hooks the leg for a pin.
1…
2…
Miz at the last second is able to get his foot on the rope. And for the slightest moment, Rollins icy demeanor seems to fade, scowling at Referee Edwards.
Lita: I guess Rollins feels like the rules don’t apply to him.
Wade Barrett: And why should they? He’s clearly carrying this damned company on his back.
After a moment more of scowling, Rollins turns around just in time to be caught by Miz in a jawbreaker, stunning Rollins enough for Miz to set him up for the Skull-Crushing Finale, but Rollins has the wherewithal to catch Miz’s foot and roll his ankle with a swift crunching, causing his ankle to become rubber and falling to one knee. Rollins sees his opening and takes three steps back before rushing forward, and smashing Miz’s face into the dirt with a curbstomp, Miz’s head bouncing like a basketball on canvas. It’s academic at this point.
1…
2…
3!
Rollins stands, his angelic grin returning to his face as Edwards lifts his hand. He smiles and waves to the crowd as he makes his way back to the locker room, finding a camera to cryptically say…
Seth Rollins: We’re not done yet. Oh true believer, keep watching…
Meanwhile, the Miz slowly comes to, rubbing the back of his head as he gets to his feet, right before we cut away.
Scott Stanford: Seth Rollins looking like a man on fire tonight, not giving the Miz any room for daylight.
Wade Barrett: Showing that he is destined to be the first Legacy Pro Heavyweight Champion!
Seth holds his arms out, shouting ‘You’re welcome, you’re welcome’ to the crowd before he heads over to scoop up Miz and dumps him back in the ring. As the Miz staggers, Rollins stands on the outer apron, waiting until the seemingly perfect moment to jump onto the ring rope, spingboarding forward with the intention of hitting a huge clothesline. The Miz shows sudden ring awareness however and ducks beneath Rollins, spinning around and downing the Savior of Legacy Pro with a thunderous lariat of his own, immediately scrambling for a pin.
1…
2…
Rollins kicks out, but Miz attempts to stay on top of him. He sets up Rollins for a suplex, but Rollins is able to slip out and around Miz. Pushing him against the ropes, Miz is able to catch the rope and throw off Rollins. Or at least he thinks so, as he turns around just in time to be caught square in the jaw with a superkick, the crack of it echoing throughout the arena as Rollins falls on him and hooks the leg for a pin.
1…
2…
Miz at the last second is able to get his foot on the rope. And for the slightest moment, Rollins icy demeanor seems to fade, scowling at Referee Edwards.
Lita: I guess Rollins feels like the rules don’t apply to him.
Wade Barrett: And why should they? He’s clearly carrying this damned company on his back.
After a moment more of scowling, Rollins turns around just in time to be caught by Miz in a jawbreaker, stunning Rollins enough for Miz to set him up for the Skull-Crushing Finale, but Rollins has the wherewithal to catch Miz’s foot and roll his ankle with a swift crunching, causing his ankle to become rubber and falling to one knee. Rollins sees his opening and takes three steps back before rushing forward, and smashing Miz’s face into the dirt with a curbstomp, Miz’s head bouncing like a basketball on canvas. It’s academic at this point.
1…
2…
3!
Winner: Seth Rollins via pinfall
Seth Rollins: We’re not done yet. Oh true believer, keep watching…
Meanwhile, the Miz slowly comes to, rubbing the back of his head as he gets to his feet, right before we cut away.
We cut backstage to a green room area where we see Sonya Deville pacing back and forth, clearly deep in thought, tapping her chin thoughtfully as her client Dolph Ziggler is behind her, sitting back in a chair, legs crossed at the ankles and mindlessly scrolling through his phone, already dressed for action tonight. Deville finally comes to a stop, speaking to Ziggler, but also more seemingly to herself, given how much of his attention Ziggler gives her.
Sonya Deville: The way I see it, Spears is probably our biggest threat. Not just because he seems to be the best positioned for this shot, but because Tully is right there and is going to be a real pain in our ass. But I think I can handle him, if you keep things in the ring under control. After all, my job is to manage the chaos.
Dolph Ziggler: Uh huh.
Sonya Deville: Kirby is easy to overlook but he proved he can be a spoiler one the first week of the show. So don’t let him sneak past you. Unlike Tully, Lykos seems like he won’t interfere.
Dolph Ziggler: Fuh sure, fuh sure…
Sonya Deville: Now as far as Bobby Roode, I don’t think…
Ziggler: Oh so rude...
Sonya has had enough of Dolph clearly ignoring her, storms up to Dolph and slaps his phone out of his hand.
Dolph Ziggler: What the hell, Sone?! I was using that!
Sonya Deville: I know! That’s the problem, you’re too busy screwing around on your socials and not getting the game plan for tonight down. Do you know what’s on the line tonight?
Dolph Ziggler: Yeah, a title shot, I get it.
Sonya Deville: DO YOU?! Because since we got here, all I see is you sleepwalking through this, doing the same old routine. Luckily you are good enough to have gotten here, but that streak won't last forever. Not in a match like this. So I have to ask, do you even care?
Ziggler mumbles out his response.
Dolph Ziggler: Yeah, sure, of course...
Sonya Deville: DO YOU CARE?!
Dolph Ziggler: Yes, Sone, Jesus.
Sonya Deville: No no, I need to know right now because I’m not wasting my time with someone who shows up to jack off and get a paycheck. I didn’t come to this company to be a joke, an easy punchline. I get that wrestling might be a gig for you, but its NOT for me, okay? This is all I got. This means everything to me. And I saddled myself with you because, for some reason, I still believe you got the goods to be great. And so DON’T disappoint me and DON’T make me second guess myself. Now I am going to ask one more time. Do. You. Care?
Dolph seems to steel up a bit, standing taller before he gives a firm nod of his head.
Dolph Ziggler: Fuckin’ A.
Sonya Deville: Then let’s go win this son of a bitch, and then kick Rollins’ ass at Fight Forever.
The two share an intense eye-to-eye stare before we cut away.
Sonya Deville: The way I see it, Spears is probably our biggest threat. Not just because he seems to be the best positioned for this shot, but because Tully is right there and is going to be a real pain in our ass. But I think I can handle him, if you keep things in the ring under control. After all, my job is to manage the chaos.
Dolph Ziggler: Uh huh.
Sonya Deville: Kirby is easy to overlook but he proved he can be a spoiler one the first week of the show. So don’t let him sneak past you. Unlike Tully, Lykos seems like he won’t interfere.
Dolph Ziggler: Fuh sure, fuh sure…
Sonya Deville: Now as far as Bobby Roode, I don’t think…
Ziggler: Oh so rude...
Sonya has had enough of Dolph clearly ignoring her, storms up to Dolph and slaps his phone out of his hand.
Dolph Ziggler: What the hell, Sone?! I was using that!
Sonya Deville: I know! That’s the problem, you’re too busy screwing around on your socials and not getting the game plan for tonight down. Do you know what’s on the line tonight?
Dolph Ziggler: Yeah, a title shot, I get it.
Sonya Deville: DO YOU?! Because since we got here, all I see is you sleepwalking through this, doing the same old routine. Luckily you are good enough to have gotten here, but that streak won't last forever. Not in a match like this. So I have to ask, do you even care?
Ziggler mumbles out his response.
Dolph Ziggler: Yeah, sure, of course...
Sonya Deville: DO YOU CARE?!
Dolph Ziggler: Yes, Sone, Jesus.
Sonya Deville: No no, I need to know right now because I’m not wasting my time with someone who shows up to jack off and get a paycheck. I didn’t come to this company to be a joke, an easy punchline. I get that wrestling might be a gig for you, but its NOT for me, okay? This is all I got. This means everything to me. And I saddled myself with you because, for some reason, I still believe you got the goods to be great. And so DON’T disappoint me and DON’T make me second guess myself. Now I am going to ask one more time. Do. You. Care?
Dolph seems to steel up a bit, standing taller before he gives a firm nod of his head.
Dolph Ziggler: Fuckin’ A.
Sonya Deville: Then let’s go win this son of a bitch, and then kick Rollins’ ass at Fight Forever.
The two share an intense eye-to-eye stare before we cut away.
We cut to Kayla Braxton, standing in the interview area of the backstage area and between a very confident looking AJ Styles and Charlotte Flair, still beaming after their big victory earlier in the night.
Kayla Braxton: Joining me right now, one of the big winners tonight, AJ Styles. And AJ, I have to ask, how does it feel to get your first victory here in Legacy Pro?
There is a slight twitch across AJ’s face at the question, licking his lips quickly before he responds.
AJ Styles: Just to be clear, Kayla, the first…of many victories here for the Phenomenal One. Because tonight was just the start, just a taste of things to come. It was just a sneak peak. Because for competitors, for living legends like Charlotte and me? We ain’t gonna be be satisfied until we are at the very top of this company. Because when you’re talking about this combination? Anything short of the best is absolutely unacceptable. Tell ‘em, Charlotte.
Charlotte is more than happy to take over, smacking her lips dramatically before her speaks.
Charlotte Flair: As AJ made very clear, tonight was all about making a statement, about letting people know exactly where we stand in the pecking order. And when you have unproven twerps like Martin Kirby inches away from the brass ring? It isn’t a question of if, but when AJ Styles proves himself to be the best professional wrestler here at Legacy Pro.
Kayla sees an opening, and isn’t about to pass it up.
Kayla Braxton: Well since you mentioned it, we do have a huge four-man match later this week to determine the second half of the very first Legacy Pro championship match. Any thoughts about that face off tonight?
Charlotte and Styles share a knowing glance before Charlotte responds.
Charlotte Flair: Well it goes without saying that the fact AJ Styles isn’t part of that match it a goddamn crime. An actual insult. But, with that out of the way, we can honestly say we’ll be watching that match…very closely.
With that, the pair walks off swiftly, Styles knocking into Kayla with some force, enough to knock her back a step. Kayla for her part simply smiles and shakes it off as she looks into the camera directly.
Kayla Braxton: Back to ringside for more action!
Dakota Kai vs. Nia Jax
Referee: Charles Robinson
Kayla Braxton: Joining me right now, one of the big winners tonight, AJ Styles. And AJ, I have to ask, how does it feel to get your first victory here in Legacy Pro?
There is a slight twitch across AJ’s face at the question, licking his lips quickly before he responds.
AJ Styles: Just to be clear, Kayla, the first…of many victories here for the Phenomenal One. Because tonight was just the start, just a taste of things to come. It was just a sneak peak. Because for competitors, for living legends like Charlotte and me? We ain’t gonna be be satisfied until we are at the very top of this company. Because when you’re talking about this combination? Anything short of the best is absolutely unacceptable. Tell ‘em, Charlotte.
Charlotte is more than happy to take over, smacking her lips dramatically before her speaks.
Charlotte Flair: As AJ made very clear, tonight was all about making a statement, about letting people know exactly where we stand in the pecking order. And when you have unproven twerps like Martin Kirby inches away from the brass ring? It isn’t a question of if, but when AJ Styles proves himself to be the best professional wrestler here at Legacy Pro.
Kayla sees an opening, and isn’t about to pass it up.
Kayla Braxton: Well since you mentioned it, we do have a huge four-man match later this week to determine the second half of the very first Legacy Pro championship match. Any thoughts about that face off tonight?
Charlotte and Styles share a knowing glance before Charlotte responds.
Charlotte Flair: Well it goes without saying that the fact AJ Styles isn’t part of that match it a goddamn crime. An actual insult. But, with that out of the way, we can honestly say we’ll be watching that match…very closely.
With that, the pair walks off swiftly, Styles knocking into Kayla with some force, enough to knock her back a step. Kayla for her part simply smiles and shakes it off as she looks into the camera directly.
Kayla Braxton: Back to ringside for more action!
Dakota Kai vs. Nia Jax
Referee: Charles Robinson
Jax and Kai stand across the ring from each other, Jax pounding her fist into an open hand; if the move intimidates Kai she doesn’t show it, as she approaches, bobbing her heels. She lunges forward and finds herself locked up with Jax, who almost immediately overpowers her and tosses her across the ring, flashing a cocky grin as Kai regroups in the corner.
Wade Barrett: Well that was a stupid opening gambit.
Lita: Kai is trying to establish early on that she’s not intimidate by Jax’s size and strength advantage, that she’s here for a fight.
Wade Barrett: Oh I get why she did it. I still think it’s pretty stupid.
Kai approaches again, ties up again, but before she can get tossed like a rag doll, she uses her prodigious kicking power to ram a leg against Jax’s own, causing her to wobble. She follows it up with a gut check knee, which actually gets Jax to lunge forward, to catch the other knee to the forehead. Forced to break the lock, Nia falls to a single knee, which Kai sees as an opening, running against a rope to pop a low dropkick to her face. She rolls over for the immediate cover.
1…
2, but Jax gives a thunderous kick out.
Scott Stamford: Look at the show of strength from Jax!
Jax is surprisingly quick to her feet; Kai attempts to go back to her superior striking game, but her opponent is having none of it as she bats her kicks away and responds with a clubbing forearm, followed by scooping up Kai and tossing her backwards in a throw away slam. Kai immediately grabs ahold of her ribs, and scrambles to a turnbuckle, having to use the leverage to pull herself up…only to make herself a perfect target for Jax to ram into with a running shoulder block, knocking the wind out of Kai. Jax quickly goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Kai kicks out, but much less decisively than Jax did earlier. Jax drags Kai up by the hair, tosses her against the ropes and attempts to level her with a clothesline, but Kai ducks beneath. Jax, visibly frustrated, goes for another clothesline on the rebound, but misses again. Kai rebounds again, ducks a third clothesline, but this time shifts, giving a swift soccer kick to the back of her knees, forcing Jax down to one knee, which Kai swiftly takes advantage of with a switchblade kick to the back of her head. Jax goes down, and Kai struggles to roll her over, and goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Jax kicks out, but less forcefully than last time. Kai can feel her chance coming up, and quickly jumps to the closest turnbuckle. She gets on the second rope and wait, practically vibrating with anticipation as she stares down Jax. “Come on! Come on!” she shout before Jax is finally up on her rubbery legs, clearly still groggy from the switchblade. Kai jumps, attempting to hurricrana Jax, but is caught, finding herself in a precarious position.
Lita: Uh oh.
Scott Stanford: This was definitely not Kai’s plan!
Indeed it was not, as Jax lifts her up and slams her to the mat in a vicious powerbomb. She falls on Kai for the cover.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings and Jax stands up to have her arm raised, smiling proudly as she put down her opponent.
Scott Stanford: A valiant effort from Kai, but the power difference proved a bit too much for her to overcome, as Nia Jax punches her ticket to the Legacy Pro Women’s Title ladder match.
Lita: I would say she put herself in the driver’s seat, but this women’s division is stacked, so she still has her work cut out for her.
Wade Barrett: And when you have a match like a four-way ladder match, all those power differentials don’t do you much good. To add that Jax just put a giant target on his back.
As Nia Jax makes her way up the ramp to the backstage area, her music cuts out and we hear another familiar tune:
Scott Stanford: Uh oh, what does the self-named Legacy Pro Savior want now?
Wade Barrett: I for one can’t wait to see. Our future Legacy Pro champion, the Legacy Pro Savior, is here to impart his wisdom!
Lita: Wade, are you a member of the House?
Wade Barrett: Unofficially. I believe my application got lost in the mail.
Seth Rollins eventually appears from backstage, flanked on either side by his House of Deliverance members, WALTER and Tenille Dashwood. The trio walk past Nia, not seeming to pay her much mind as they make a bee-line towards the still recovering Dakota Kai in the ring. Kai looks up the ramp towards them, leaning against a turnbuckle and holding the back of her head, still smarting from that huge powerbomb. Seth gets himself a microphone and slowly climbs the stairs, his followers close behind. He smiles broadly across the ring at Dakota, letting his music die down before he begins speaking.
Seth Rollins: Dakota. Ms. Kai. My lost sheep. It seems things…have not gone as you planned. You say you want to walk it alone, but here you are again. A loser. A disgrace. A dismissed piece of forgotten refuse that can barely stand. I think we both know…it’s time. It’s time for you to come home, to be welcomed by the warm embrace of the House of Deliverance. All you have to say is yes, and your life will be changed…forever.
He extends the microphone towards Kai, who looks at it reluctantly. He smiles and says, “Go on, take it.” She eventually pushes out of her corner, slowly approaches Seth and takes the microphone from his hand. She brings it to her lips, takes a deep breath, her face looking uncertain for a moment before it steels up.
Dakota Kai: Seth…you crazy bastard. I already told you…to piss off.
The crowd cheers as she throws the microphone down at his feet. If Seth is phased, he doesn’t show it, his placid grin still across his face. He slowly reaches down, the crowd chanting “Piss off! Piss off! Piss off!” as he reaches down to pick up the microphone.
Seth Rollins: Dakota…I really wish you hadn’t said that.
In a flash, Dashwood closes the distance between them, delivering a thunderous yakuza kick right to the Dakota’s temple on her blindside, causing the Kiwi Warrior to crumple. Tenille quickly mounts atop her, throwing down elbows and punches. Kai tries to cover herself, but she is already spent from her match with Jax, and barely able to fight back.
Scott Stanford: What a disgusting display! An absolute mugging by Rollins’ followers.
Wade Barrett: You can’t blame Rollins for this.
Lita: The hell we can’t! He controls these two like they were puppets!
Wade Barrett: Yes, but he gave Dakota every chance to join them. If she had simply listened…
As Tenille continues her aggressive assault, Rollins whispers something to WALTER. The giant Austrian gives him a look, seemingly questioning his leader for a second, but a simple nod from Rollins later, and he is stepping out of the ring. He makes his way under the ring and pulls out a wooden table, setting it up at ring side. Dashwood sees the table set up and finally backs up from Dakota, only to drag her up by her hair and pull her to far side of the ring.
Scott Stanford: No, they can’t! They wouldn’t!
But they can and they would, as Dashwood sets Kai’s head between her legs, give Rollins one last glance before he gives her the go ahead with another simple nod. She hefts up Kai, stumbles forward and drops her down, from the ring to the outside, and through the table that WALTER had set up, the crack of the table echoing throughout the arena. The medical staff and officalls finally make their way to the ring, separating the House of Deliverance from the limp body of Kai. The trio make no effort to break past them, and even peacefully make their way up the ramp as their music cues up again. Rollins shakes his head, muttering “I told her, I tried to tell her,” as we cut to backstage.
Wade Barrett: Well that was a stupid opening gambit.
Lita: Kai is trying to establish early on that she’s not intimidate by Jax’s size and strength advantage, that she’s here for a fight.
Wade Barrett: Oh I get why she did it. I still think it’s pretty stupid.
Kai approaches again, ties up again, but before she can get tossed like a rag doll, she uses her prodigious kicking power to ram a leg against Jax’s own, causing her to wobble. She follows it up with a gut check knee, which actually gets Jax to lunge forward, to catch the other knee to the forehead. Forced to break the lock, Nia falls to a single knee, which Kai sees as an opening, running against a rope to pop a low dropkick to her face. She rolls over for the immediate cover.
1…
2, but Jax gives a thunderous kick out.
Scott Stamford: Look at the show of strength from Jax!
Jax is surprisingly quick to her feet; Kai attempts to go back to her superior striking game, but her opponent is having none of it as she bats her kicks away and responds with a clubbing forearm, followed by scooping up Kai and tossing her backwards in a throw away slam. Kai immediately grabs ahold of her ribs, and scrambles to a turnbuckle, having to use the leverage to pull herself up…only to make herself a perfect target for Jax to ram into with a running shoulder block, knocking the wind out of Kai. Jax quickly goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Kai kicks out, but much less decisively than Jax did earlier. Jax drags Kai up by the hair, tosses her against the ropes and attempts to level her with a clothesline, but Kai ducks beneath. Jax, visibly frustrated, goes for another clothesline on the rebound, but misses again. Kai rebounds again, ducks a third clothesline, but this time shifts, giving a swift soccer kick to the back of her knees, forcing Jax down to one knee, which Kai swiftly takes advantage of with a switchblade kick to the back of her head. Jax goes down, and Kai struggles to roll her over, and goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Jax kicks out, but less forcefully than last time. Kai can feel her chance coming up, and quickly jumps to the closest turnbuckle. She gets on the second rope and wait, practically vibrating with anticipation as she stares down Jax. “Come on! Come on!” she shout before Jax is finally up on her rubbery legs, clearly still groggy from the switchblade. Kai jumps, attempting to hurricrana Jax, but is caught, finding herself in a precarious position.
Lita: Uh oh.
Scott Stanford: This was definitely not Kai’s plan!
Indeed it was not, as Jax lifts her up and slams her to the mat in a vicious powerbomb. She falls on Kai for the cover.
1…
2…
3!
Winner: Nia Jax via Pinfall
The bell rings and Jax stands up to have her arm raised, smiling proudly as she put down her opponent.
Scott Stanford: A valiant effort from Kai, but the power difference proved a bit too much for her to overcome, as Nia Jax punches her ticket to the Legacy Pro Women’s Title ladder match.
Lita: I would say she put herself in the driver’s seat, but this women’s division is stacked, so she still has her work cut out for her.
Wade Barrett: And when you have a match like a four-way ladder match, all those power differentials don’t do you much good. To add that Jax just put a giant target on his back.
As Nia Jax makes her way up the ramp to the backstage area, her music cuts out and we hear another familiar tune:
Scott Stanford: Uh oh, what does the self-named Legacy Pro Savior want now?
Wade Barrett: I for one can’t wait to see. Our future Legacy Pro champion, the Legacy Pro Savior, is here to impart his wisdom!
Lita: Wade, are you a member of the House?
Wade Barrett: Unofficially. I believe my application got lost in the mail.
Seth Rollins eventually appears from backstage, flanked on either side by his House of Deliverance members, WALTER and Tenille Dashwood. The trio walk past Nia, not seeming to pay her much mind as they make a bee-line towards the still recovering Dakota Kai in the ring. Kai looks up the ramp towards them, leaning against a turnbuckle and holding the back of her head, still smarting from that huge powerbomb. Seth gets himself a microphone and slowly climbs the stairs, his followers close behind. He smiles broadly across the ring at Dakota, letting his music die down before he begins speaking.
Seth Rollins: Dakota. Ms. Kai. My lost sheep. It seems things…have not gone as you planned. You say you want to walk it alone, but here you are again. A loser. A disgrace. A dismissed piece of forgotten refuse that can barely stand. I think we both know…it’s time. It’s time for you to come home, to be welcomed by the warm embrace of the House of Deliverance. All you have to say is yes, and your life will be changed…forever.
He extends the microphone towards Kai, who looks at it reluctantly. He smiles and says, “Go on, take it.” She eventually pushes out of her corner, slowly approaches Seth and takes the microphone from his hand. She brings it to her lips, takes a deep breath, her face looking uncertain for a moment before it steels up.
Dakota Kai: Seth…you crazy bastard. I already told you…to piss off.
The crowd cheers as she throws the microphone down at his feet. If Seth is phased, he doesn’t show it, his placid grin still across his face. He slowly reaches down, the crowd chanting “Piss off! Piss off! Piss off!” as he reaches down to pick up the microphone.
Seth Rollins: Dakota…I really wish you hadn’t said that.
In a flash, Dashwood closes the distance between them, delivering a thunderous yakuza kick right to the Dakota’s temple on her blindside, causing the Kiwi Warrior to crumple. Tenille quickly mounts atop her, throwing down elbows and punches. Kai tries to cover herself, but she is already spent from her match with Jax, and barely able to fight back.
Scott Stanford: What a disgusting display! An absolute mugging by Rollins’ followers.
Wade Barrett: You can’t blame Rollins for this.
Lita: The hell we can’t! He controls these two like they were puppets!
Wade Barrett: Yes, but he gave Dakota every chance to join them. If she had simply listened…
As Tenille continues her aggressive assault, Rollins whispers something to WALTER. The giant Austrian gives him a look, seemingly questioning his leader for a second, but a simple nod from Rollins later, and he is stepping out of the ring. He makes his way under the ring and pulls out a wooden table, setting it up at ring side. Dashwood sees the table set up and finally backs up from Dakota, only to drag her up by her hair and pull her to far side of the ring.
Scott Stanford: No, they can’t! They wouldn’t!
But they can and they would, as Dashwood sets Kai’s head between her legs, give Rollins one last glance before he gives her the go ahead with another simple nod. She hefts up Kai, stumbles forward and drops her down, from the ring to the outside, and through the table that WALTER had set up, the crack of the table echoing throughout the arena. The medical staff and officalls finally make their way to the ring, separating the House of Deliverance from the limp body of Kai. The trio make no effort to break past them, and even peacefully make their way up the ramp as their music cues up again. Rollins shakes his head, muttering “I told her, I tried to tell her,” as we cut to backstage.
We cut backstage to Kayla Braxton looking concerned about what just happened, but trying to move forward with the show. She stands by a green room with two large guards, like the ones we saw at the start of the show escorting Rousey, standing on either side of the door.
Kayla Braxton: Well it certainly has been eventual night thus far, but we have our huge main event still to come. Ronda Rousey and Alexa Bliss finally getting a chance to face each in a no DQ brawl. And right now, I am going to talk to one of our competitors, if I can just…
Before she can finish that thought, the door opens, revealing Alexa Bliss, ready for action and with a knowing grin on her face.
Kayla Braxton: Alexa Bliss, tonight you and Ronda Rousey are finally able to have it out, clearing the bad blood between the two of you that has boiling over for weeks now. Any final thoughts before the contest?
Alexa purses her lips to comic effect before responding.
Alexa Bliss: Tonight…is the night that I prove what I have always said: that Ronda might be good, but she’s not the Goddess of Legacy Pro. And when the dust settles, the whole world will see that Ronda is an overhyped side-show, and I am at the top of the heap. Period.
Kayla gestures towards the two guards on either side of the door.
Kayla Braxton: How about this protection? Has it been a distraction for your preparations?
Alexa Bliss: Oh these guys? They’re just the decoy. The real protection is in here.
Kayla Braxton: The…real protection?
As if on cue, Hyper Misao pops out from behind Alexa Bliss, striking a heroic page alongside Little Miss Bliss.
Hyper Misao: Rousey must be stopped! She is a menace to love and peace and also shoulders, and thus Ms. Bliss must be at her best for the match! I'll keep her safe and make sure she wins!
Kayla raises a brow before asking her next question.
Kayla Braxton: Does that mean you will be at ringside for Alexa?
Hyper Misao startles at the question, having not thought about having to confront Rousey again. She looks back and forth between the two before she sputters out her response.
Hyper Misao: I…I…I am needed elsewhere!
With that, she zooms off away from Bliss’ dressing room, jumping a bike waiting for her pedaling away. We pan back to a confused Kayla and clearly amused Alexa.
Alexa Bliss: She’s a good kid.
Kayla Braxton: Let’s go back to ringside, for our huge four-way contest to determine Seth Rollins’ opponent at Fight Forever!
Kirby vs. Spears vs. Roode vs. Ziggler
Winner faces Seth Rollins at Fight Forever
for the Legacy Pro Heavyweight Championship
Referee: Rick Knox
Alexa Bliss vs. Ronda Rousey
No DQ
Referee: Audrey Williams
Scott Stanford: And I have to wonder now, Nia Jax is the first into the Fight Forever Women's Ladder Match. But Wade, is anyone on Legacy Pro on Ronda Rousey's level?
Wade Barrett: She's a class unto herself Stanford. Until someone can prove otherwise, she'll continue to be the GOAT.
Scott Stanford: Hard to argue with that. Well for me and my colleagues, thank you so much out there for watching, and we'll see you next time on Ignited!
The medical crew swarms the ring, immediately attending to Alexa Bliss and her arm, her body gone completely limp. For her part, Rousey stomps her way up the ramp until she gets to the top, glancing over the arena, before a sadistic little grin crosses her lips. And with that, we fade out.
Match Credits
Jared: AJ Styles vs. Mysterio, Alexa Bliss vs Ronda Rousey
Rando: Everything else
Kayla Braxton: Well it certainly has been eventual night thus far, but we have our huge main event still to come. Ronda Rousey and Alexa Bliss finally getting a chance to face each in a no DQ brawl. And right now, I am going to talk to one of our competitors, if I can just…
Before she can finish that thought, the door opens, revealing Alexa Bliss, ready for action and with a knowing grin on her face.
Kayla Braxton: Alexa Bliss, tonight you and Ronda Rousey are finally able to have it out, clearing the bad blood between the two of you that has boiling over for weeks now. Any final thoughts before the contest?
Alexa purses her lips to comic effect before responding.
Alexa Bliss: Tonight…is the night that I prove what I have always said: that Ronda might be good, but she’s not the Goddess of Legacy Pro. And when the dust settles, the whole world will see that Ronda is an overhyped side-show, and I am at the top of the heap. Period.
Kayla gestures towards the two guards on either side of the door.
Kayla Braxton: How about this protection? Has it been a distraction for your preparations?
Alexa Bliss: Oh these guys? They’re just the decoy. The real protection is in here.
Kayla Braxton: The…real protection?
As if on cue, Hyper Misao pops out from behind Alexa Bliss, striking a heroic page alongside Little Miss Bliss.
Hyper Misao: Rousey must be stopped! She is a menace to love and peace and also shoulders, and thus Ms. Bliss must be at her best for the match! I'll keep her safe and make sure she wins!
Kayla raises a brow before asking her next question.
Kayla Braxton: Does that mean you will be at ringside for Alexa?
Hyper Misao startles at the question, having not thought about having to confront Rousey again. She looks back and forth between the two before she sputters out her response.
Hyper Misao: I…I…I am needed elsewhere!
With that, she zooms off away from Bliss’ dressing room, jumping a bike waiting for her pedaling away. We pan back to a confused Kayla and clearly amused Alexa.
Alexa Bliss: She’s a good kid.
Kayla Braxton: Let’s go back to ringside, for our huge four-way contest to determine Seth Rollins’ opponent at Fight Forever!
Kirby vs. Spears vs. Roode vs. Ziggler
Winner faces Seth Rollins at Fight Forever
for the Legacy Pro Heavyweight Championship
Referee: Rick Knox
The four men all seeking to punch their ticket to a title opportunity take to their corners, each eyeing the others, ready for action and swaying noticeably. When the bell rings, they partner off, with Roode and Kirby clobbering each other, and Spears and Ziggler doing the same. The pairs all brawl for several moments, the match complete chaos for several moments. Eventually Roode and Spears gain control, and at the same time irish whip their opponents to the center of the ring. Ziggler and Kirby respond by hooking elbows, dosey-doing around and then trading partners. They hit two perfect dropkicks in stereo, knocking Spears and Roode out of the ring. The pair then turn around, stare each other down, and then begin to throw hands.
Lita: And that’s just how matches like this go. One minute you are helping each other, next you’re hitting each other as hard as you can.
Wade Barrett: And why not? Gold is on the line, and if you aren’t in it for the strap, you’re in the wrong business.
Kirby and Ziggler continue to brawl until Ziggler is able to back Martin into a corner, whipping him across the ring into the other post. He runs forward, intent on running his elbow in Martin’s face, but Kirby ducks out at the last minute, rolling away at the last moment, shifting and running to hit Ziggler with a running enziguri! Ziggler goes down, and Kirby runs, only to tumble out to the floor, thanks to a little assist from Tully Blanchard pulling the ropes down at the exact right moment.
Scott Stanford: Tully making his presence known early in this one.
Lita: He wants that Legacy Pro Heavyweight title almost more than Spears.
Wade Barrett: Well I highly doubt that, but speaking of the Chairman, here he comes now!
Indeed, Shawn Spears is seen climbing the ropes, glaring down at the still downed Ziggler. He leaps from the top, landing a crushing frog splash and immediately hooks the leg.
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The count is broken by Robert Roode making it back into the ring at the nick of time! He double axe-handles the back of Spears’ head than picks him, throwing a few punches before tossing him across the ring with a exploder suplex. Just then, Martin Kirby recovers from his tumble to the floor to rush in, but Roode is one fire and so Kirby eats an exploder of his own! Roode gets a surprisingly strong reaction from the crowd, flexing and yelling triumphantly, turning around to see Ziggler stumbling into a corner dazed and sets him up for a huge corner clothesline, but Ziggler is able to get his boot up at the last moment, stunning the Glorious One long enough for Ziggler to run forward, leap in the air and spike his head down with a jumping DDT. He rolls him over and goes for the quick pin.
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Roode is able to kick out of the pin at the last moment, but Dolph immediately lifts him up, attempting suplex Roode, but as he lifts his body, Martin Kirby returns to the match springboarding off the top rope to hit Ziggler with a flying crossbody, causing all three men to crash down in a heap. As they all start to get to their feet, they look up just in time to see Shawn Spears, leaping from the top turnbuckle in a flying senton, using his body as a cannonball to knock everyone down, all four men laying around the ring, clearly spent from the athletic display as a “This is awesome” chant breaks out.
Scott Stanford: These fans are showing their appreciation for the display being put on, but the question is, which of these men have anything left in the tank?
Wade Barrett: And that question is what will determine which of these men are fit to be a champion, and which are destined to be footnotes.
The first to get up to his feet is Spears, who leans against a corner and looks at the opportunities before him. He eventually zeroes in on Martin Kirby, picking him up and twisting him in a hangman’s neckbreaker. He then starts to grab his legs, looking to Tully who nod vigorously before her starts to wrap up his legs…slapping Martin into a figure-four leg lock! To make the reference even more clear, he lifts himself up and gives a loud “Woo!” For his part, Kirby flaps and struggles mightly, clearly already spent, but not willing to quit just yet, as Ziggler and Roode are slow to get to their feet.
Scott Stanford: If Kirby taps before one of these men can stop him, Spears is going to Fight Forever!
Wade Barrett: I think Kirby's Cinderella run ends here! He can't withstand much longer!
Indeed, Kirby doesn’t seem quite able to get him in position to either reverse the hold or to get out of it, stretching for the rope with one hand, the other hovering as if he is about to break. His face is twisted in agony, and seems about to break…when his outstretched hand is grabbed, and yanked forward the final yard to grab ahold of the ring rope, forcing a rope break!
Scott Stanford: What?!
Wade Barrett: Who in the world…
Shawn Spears also twists around to see who would dare…to see the shit-eating grin of AJ Styles, flanked by Charlotte Flair. AJ throws up his gloved salute, while Spears stares on in fury, shouting at him. As Styles and Flair start to make their way back up the ramp, Spears turns…just in time to eat a huge spinebuster from Robert Roode! But as he turns to capitalize, Roode is caught by Ziggler, who slams him down with a Zig Zag! He is quick to roll Roode up in a pin, using all the leverage he can.
1…
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3!
Winner: Dolph Ziggler via Pinfall
As the bell rings and his music hits, Dolph is immediately up and celebrating! He jumps up and down, runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it, pumping his fist as the crowd cheers him on. Before long, Sonya Deville joins him in the ring, the pair embracing, clearly ecstatic over the opportunity before them now.
Scott Stanford: So now the tale can be told: either Seth Rollins or that man, Dolph Ziggler, will be crowned the first ever Legacy Pro Heavyweight Champion. And it is all going down on December 19th, at Fight Forever!
Wade Barrett: Yes, but you left out the biggest part of the story: Shawn Spears being ROBBED of that opportunity by AJ Styles and Charlotte Flair! Just what the hell were they doing out here?
Scott Stanford: Only time will tell, and I’m sure Charlotte and Styles will have plenty to tell us. In fact, I am being told now that both will be on Legacy Pro Beyond this next week!
Wade Barrett: Well make sure to grill them like steaks to figure out what exactly the hell is going on!
Lita: Guys, I’m hearing Kayla Braxton is backstage with one more interview before our huge main event! Let’s go to her now!
We cut backstage to the designated interviewing area, back with our backstage correspondent Kayla Braxton, back to being all smiles.
Kayla Braxton: Hello I’m back here with one of tonight’s big winner, Nia Jax. Nia, we are now getting reports that your opponent tonight, Dakota Kai, has been rushed to a local hospital over concerns of significant internal injury, due to the vicious attack by the House of Deliverance. Any thought on that development?
Jax considers for a moment before she responds.
Nia Jax: Obviously what happened to Dakota after out match was…uncalled for. Beyond that, I am not making a comment at this time.
A sly grin on her lips suggests enough before Kayla takes the microphone back.
Kayla Braxton: Heard, loud and clear. The second thing I wanted to discuss was after your victory here tonight, you are officially the first entrant into the Fight Forever Women’s Title Ladder match. Do you think being the first one in gives you an advantage?
Nia Jax: I think it is one reason that I have an advantage. But I wouldn’t say it’s the only reason. Tonight I proved I am one of the most vicious competitors in this company, and anyone who thinks…
Nia is cut off by the sound of applause coming from off screen. The source of the clapping is soon seen, as Becky Lynch makes her Legacy Pro debut dressed in her biking leathers, to a huge round of cheering.
Becky Lynch: Och, Nia, fantastic job out there tonight. And congratulations, honestly, for making it to the Fight Forever ladder match. Jus’ don’ get too cocky and think ye are gonna have a walk in the park. Because newsflash, the Man has just come to town, and I plan to claim that LegPro Women’s title for my very own. And not even a bulldozer like yeself are gonna keep me away from that honor. So congratulations on your win, but don’t be goin’ writin’ checks ye can’t catch just yet, lass. Or you’re gonna be in for a real rude awakening.
A momentary stare down ensues, before Lynch walks off, followed by Nia storming off in the other direction. Kayla looks back and forth before looking into the camera and smiling.
Kayla Braxton: And now to ringside for our main event!
We cut to our announce team with Stanford, Barrett and Lita all looking ready for the presumably explosive main event.
Scott Stanford: Thank you Kayla, and crew, this is it! Time for our explosive main event. And I think it’s safe to say, it won’t be a pretty one. Lita, Wade Barrett, final predictions?
Lita: My main prediction is that I agree this thing is going to get ugly, and quick. These two women are both ready to rip each other apart, and that viciousness is about ready to explode. As for a winner? I truly think it could go either way, but I think Alexa Bliss might have the edge tonight.
Wade Barrett: And I have to give Rousey the benefit of the doubt. You don’t get to be considered the Baddest Woman on the Planet by accident, and tonight she is going to prove once and for all that she deserves that title.
Scott Stanford: Well before we do that, I want to repeat Kayla that our thoughts are with Dakota Kai. Initial reports were receiving is that her injuries are severe, and she is likely to be out of commission for a while. We wish her a speedy recovery, and hope to see her back in the ring once it is safe to do so.
Lita: Love you, ‘Kota.
Alexa Bliss vs. Ronda Rousey
No DQ
Referee: Audrey Williams
As soon as the bell rings a cocky smirk spreads across the face of Ronda Rousey. She watches Bliss across the ring with a gleam in her eye much like that of a cat watching a mouse. But Bliss looks right back across the ring at Rousey, a determined expression on her face.
Scott Stanford: This one has been brewing for a few weeks now.
Lita: You're correct about that, Scott, and it all started when Alexa told off Rousey, leading to a vicious attack on Bliss.
Scott Stanford: An attack that surely lended itself to Bliss' tag team loss just last week, but not to be outdone, Bliss attacked the Baddest Woman on the Planet back, and now we are here.
Wade Barrett: May God have mercy on both of them.
Wade Barrett: May God have mercy on both of them.
Rousey takes a step forward like she's going to advance on Bliss, causing the smaller woman to jerk in anticipation. Rousey lets out a laugh at Bliss' expense. Fire rages in Bliss' eyes though and this is the moment she decides this won't be that kind of match. Much to Rousey's surprise Alexa Bliss charges across the ring and connects with a forearm to the side of Rousey's head. Ronda, completely surprised by the advance by Bliss, stumbles back into the corner. Little Miss Bliss knows she can't let up though and follows up with a rushing clothesline into the corner. Rousey's body bounces against the turnbuckles but before she can pull herself out Bliss grabs the top rope and starts kicking Rousey in the gut.
Scott Stanford: Looks like Bliss is taking a page out of ol' Stone Cold's book with a good old fashioned mudhole stomping!
Lita: Rousey was completely taken by surprise. Clearly she didn't expect this kind of tenacity from Bliss; at least not out of the gate.
Wade Barrett: If the referee doesn't control this match soon, it will get out of hand quick.
Lita: But remember Wade, it’s no DQ! Not much leverage for the ref to break this one up.
After a moment, Rousey is able to catch her breathe long enough to find space between Alexa’s blows pushes out of the corner, attempting to give Bliss a gut kick of her own, which connects. Bliss doubles over and Rousey brings a couple of forearms clubbing down onto her back, knocking the smaller woman down to the mat. Rousey takes a moment to catch her breath, looking down at the recovering Bliss in disgust. Rousey helps Bliss the rest of the way, pulling her to her feet, but Bliss is once again quick to the punch and shoves Rousey, bursting out of her grasp. Bliss goes for a hard right hand but Rousey dodges and grabs Bliss' arm, easily taking her down to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar!
Scott Stanford: She's going for the same arm she attacked before!
Wade Barrett: This one's over already!
Despite Wade's celebration Bliss scurries out of the hold before Rousey can get it locked in, using the bottom ropes to help pull herself away from the predicament and to the outside. Rousey just sits up, looking disappointed as Bliss immediately shakes her arm. Rousey decides to follow up though and slides out of the ring, causing Alexa to dash around a ringpost and duck, letting Ronda round the corner before springing up with a leveling clothesline! Rousey hits the mat as Bliss shakes her arm a bit more. She looks around ringside at the cheering fans before her eyes land on a steel chair in the time-keeper area. The fans cheer when they notice what Alexa is thinking, causing Bliss to smile and walk over, grabbing the chair and folding it up before sliding it into the ring.
Lita: We knew that no disqualification stipulation was going to come into play at some point.
Scott Stanford: Though neither of these ladies are the most versed in hardcore elements.
Wade Barrett: That won't stop them from beating the hell out of each other.
Wade Barrett: That won't stop them from beating the hell out of each other.
But before Bliss can do anything else Rousey is back up, clubbing her from behind and shoving her into the ring. Rousey quickly follows her in and slides along the mat, going for another armbar! Rousey can't quite get it locked in as Alexa squirms on the mat, doing whatever she can to make sure Rousey can't get the move secured. Finally Alexa drags herself to a corner, tangling her arms around the bottom rope and forcing Rousey to relent. Ronda lets go of the hold but proceeds to give Alexa a mudhole stomping of her own before reaching down and grabbing Bliss' leg, dragging her out of the corner! It's clear what Rousey's intentions are so Alexa fights tooth and nail, trying desperately to kick away from Rousey's grasp but to no avail. So instead Alexa thinks quick and sits up, grabbing Rousey's top and pulling towards her, causing Rousey to jerk forward and fall through the ropes to the outside! Bliss scurries to her feet as Rousey recovers, shooting across the ring and bouncing off the opposite ropes before coming back and diving through the ropes with a suicide dive to Rousey!
Scott Stanford: Alexa Bliss just turned her body into a missile!
Rousey bounces back against the guard rail before slumping to the mat. Alexa gets up, pumping her fists into the air. She glances at Rousey, fire in her eyes, before walking over and slinging up the ring apron to dig around underneath the ring. A second later she stands back up clutching a Singapore cane! The fans in the Spectrum Center cheer for Little Miss Bliss as she smiles, her eyes gleaming as she looks over the cane. She turns and looks back at Rousey, who looks like a deer in headlights. Alexa swings the cane but Rousey scrambles away, making Alexa whack the guard rail instead
Scott Stanford: Watch where you're swinging that thing! You might hit a paying customer!
Lita: Some of these fan would pay good money to be caned by Alexa Bliss.
Alexa shakes her hands a little from the recoil but keeps a grasp of the cane, giving chase to Rousey as the Baddest Woman on the Planet scrambles around the ring. She ducks back in, forcing Alexa to dive in after her but Rousey is there waiting to put the stomps on Bliss, forcing her to drop the cane. Ronda drops down immediately to try and lock in yet another armbar but this time Alexa springs to her feet before she can. She stomps down on Rousey a couple times before dropping an elbow down across Ronda's abdomen. Rousey yells out in pain but starts screaming even louder when Alexa is the one to lock in a Fujiwara armbar this time!
Lita: Oh how the tables have turned!
Wade Barrett: What is she doing?!
Scott Stanford: She's trying to win the match! Don’t you know anything about wrestling.
Wade Barrett: Don’t make me actually hurt you, Scott.
Rousey screams and drags their pair of bodies to the ropes, locking her free arm around the bottom rope but the ref doesn't initiate the five count - no disqualification! Alexa keeps the hold locked in and Rousey growls in pain before pulling herself to her feet with the help of the ropes. She grunts as she lifts Alexa's entire body off the mat with one arm and drops her back down, forcing her to let go of the hold! Rousey rolls over and goes for the pin.
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No! Alexa kicks out. She scrambles to her feet with Rousey right behind her, a little worse for wear. The two reach their feet at the same time and Alexa is the first to rush forward and throw a punch, connecting with Rousey's jaw. Ronda lunges forward, shoving Alexa away from her but Bliss shoots forward again, peppering Rousey with lefts and rights.
Lita: There's absolutely no quit in Alexa Bliss tonight.
Scott Stanford: She's giving Ronda Rousey a much bigger fight than she bargained for, I'm sure!
Ronda knocks one of Alexa's strikes away though then lunges forward, leveling Bliss with a lariat. Letting out a roar of frustration, Rousey is quick to advance on Bliss this time, not letting her rest for a second as she reaches down and wraps her arms around Bliss' midsection in a gutwrench before deadlifting her tiny body off the mat. Rousey walks to the center of the ring with Bliss before slamming her to the mat with a gutwrench slam. She goes for the pin.
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Kickout! Rousey gets to her knees and glares at Edwards, wondering what she's going to have to do in order to keep Bliss down. Rousey gets to her feet then stalks around the ring until her eyes land on the steel chair. They light up as Rousey walks over, bending down to pick the chair up when WHACK! Alexa Bliss brings the Singapore cane down across the back of Ronda Rousey! The Spectrum Center lights up with cheers as Bliss brings it down again across the back of Rousey as Ronda dashes around the ring, trying to avoid the strikes.
Scott Stanford: You can hear those shots in South Carolina!
Rousey, now on the mat, finally backs herself into the corner and kicks Alexa away when she goes to strike again. Rousey quickly pulls herself up and when Alexa swings yet again Rousey locks Alexa's arm clutching the cane under her arm. Bliss' eyes get wide as Rousey drags her out a bit then flips her down to the mat, making her release the cane and instantly locking her in the Fujiwara armbar!! The fans get to their feet in hopes of cheering Alexa out of the move but Bliss is in the middle of the ring and Rousey has it cinched in.
Wade Barrett: No way Little Miss Bliss can escape this time!
Lita: She is sure as hell going to try though!
Indeed she is as Alexa kicks and squirms in the middle of the ring but Rousey's hold on the move hasn't loosened even a little bit. The ref drops down to ask Alexa if she quits but Bliss just screams into the ref's face. Somehow, someway Alexa is able to roll through, bringing Rousey with her, but Rousey kicks up and rolls right back, pulling back even harder on Bliss' arm!
Scott Stanford: She's going to break her damn arm!
Wade Barrett: That's the price you pay when you mess with the Baddest Woman on the Planet!
Alexa screams some more, tears in her eyes, as the ref continues to ask her if she wants to submit. Bliss just keeps shaking her head, biting down on her lip. After a few moments Bliss isn't squirming as much though and Edwards lifts Bliss' arm, letting it fall lifelessly to the mat before calling for the bell.
WINNER: Ronda Rousey by TKO
Wade Barrett: She passed out from the pain!
Inside the ring the ref forces Rousey to break the hold before she does irreparable damage. She gets to her feet and lifts her arms into the air, glaring down at the just now coming to Alexa Bliss with a sneer.
Scott Stanford: Take absolutely nothing away from Alexa Bliss, she gave Ronda Rousey much more of a fight than she was expecting. And she was true to her word and refused to tap.
Lita: No doubt about that. Alexa came out tonight looking to make a statement and I think she did just that. But it still wasn’t enough against Rousey. She wasn't going to be outdone tonight.
Scott Stanford: And I have to wonder now, Nia Jax is the first into the Fight Forever Women's Ladder Match. But Wade, is anyone on Legacy Pro on Ronda Rousey's level?
Wade Barrett: She's a class unto herself Stanford. Until someone can prove otherwise, she'll continue to be the GOAT.
Scott Stanford: Hard to argue with that. Well for me and my colleagues, thank you so much out there for watching, and we'll see you next time on Ignited!
The medical crew swarms the ring, immediately attending to Alexa Bliss and her arm, her body gone completely limp. For her part, Rousey stomps her way up the ramp until she gets to the top, glancing over the arena, before a sadistic little grin crosses her lips. And with that, we fade out.
Match Credits
Jared: AJ Styles vs. Mysterio, Alexa Bliss vs Ronda Rousey
Rando: Everything else