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MAWL: FREQUENCY OF THE DAMNED PRESENTS TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME

LIVE – JULY 30 | ACCOR STADIUM | SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA
Wrestlers Walk ins with commentary

[Scene: The TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME logo pulses on the big screen in the arena, backed by a sweeping cinematic montage. “Great Southern Land” by Icehouse plays softly in the background. The camera fades into a montage of wrestlers arriving earlier in the day. Commentary begins to speak over the top, playing for the live crowd and on broadcast.]

🎙Jackson Creed:
“Welcome everyone to TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME — live from beautiful Australia — and what a night it’s shaping up to be! Earlier today, the stars of MAWL arrived for what could be the most defining night in our calendar. And right there — listen to this reaction — it's LYNX.”

[🎥 Camera shows Lynx walking through the parking lot entrance, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The crowd erupts.]

🎙Lenny Cruz:
“Man, listen to that pop! Lynx has become something special, Jackson. Heart, fire, and unshakable resolve. But tonight? He’s not just walking in — he’s walking into war with RADE.”

🎙Sinclair DeVille:
“And he’s walking out with a stretcher and a neck brace, if there’s any justice. Look who’s next.”

[🎥 Camera cuts to RADE’s ominous entrance: slow, deliberate steps. He wears his blood-smile metal mask, towering and silent. The crowd boos thunderously.]

🎙Jackson Creed:
“RADE. The Bump in the Night. The Blood Collector. Whatever you want to call him, he’s a terrifying force — and Lynx will have to survive him in a Last Man Standing match tonight.”

🎙Lenny Cruz:
“I just hope he walks out of it.”

[🎥 Cut to: The MAWLiwood Blondes strut through the loading dock, posing for invisible cameras. Loud boos.]

🎙Sinclair DeVille:
“Now this is how you make an entrance. The glamour, the attitude, the obvious star power. I’m calling it now — your first Signal Tag Team Champions: The MAWLiwood Blondes.”

[🎥 Cut to: BIRDS OF PLAY — Petey Peacock, Paulie Parrot, and Pen Gwen — walking with synchronized struts, their colorful ring gear catching the sun. Crowd cheers.]

🎙Lenny Cruz:
“Don’t count out Birds of Play, Sinclair. Petey, Paulie, and Pen Gwen have been soaring on FREQUENCY — and tonight, they might just drop the Egg Drop and take home those titles!”

🎙Jackson Creed:
“Two teams, one dream — to hold the first-ever Signal Tag Team Titles. That match is gonna fly, literally and figuratively.”

[🎥 Three-way split screen: Wildfire walking confidently, JP Spears nodding to fans, Jay The Joker strutting with a manic grin. Mixed reactions — JP gets the biggest cheer.]

🎙Jackson Creed:
“Three athletes. One Ether Championship. Wildfire. Jay The Joker. And JP Spears — who’s become a bit of a dark horse favorite tonight.”

🎙Lenny Cruz:
“Wildfire’s a phenom, Jay’s unpredictable, but JP? JP’s earned his way here. One of these three will leave with gold wrapped around their waist.”

🎙Sinclair DeVille:
“Or wrapped around their neck if Jay gets his way. That guy creeps me out.”

[🎥 Camera shifts to IVAN VOLKOV marching toward the venue with Viktor Dragovich limping behind him in a neck brace. The crowd boos again.]

🎙Jackson Creed:
“And there he is — the challenger for the Infernal Crown. Ivan Volkov. Unapologetic. Dangerous. Ruthless.”

🎙Sinclair DeVille:
“And undeniable. Look at him, Creed. You think tonight ends with confetti for the hometown hero? Nah. It ends with Volkov holding the crown above his head.”

🎙Lenny Cruz:
“Well then he better get through this man first.”

[🎥 Cut to final shot — huge pop from the live crowd — as BALOR WOLFE arrives flanked by EROS, ZAGREUS, and the Edge Runners. Radio Silence together. Balor breathes deep, soaking in the atmosphere.]

🎙Jackson Creed:
“The roof just came off this place! The champion. The hometown boy. The face of Radio Silence. BALOR WOLFE. And he is not walking alone.”

🎙Lenny Cruz:
“Eros. Zagreus. The Edge Runners. Family. Tonight, Balor steps into the fire of the Infernal Crown — not just for himself, but for this crowd… for this country.”

🎙Sinclair DeVille:
“Home field advantage only counts if you survive the storm. Volkov is that storm. But I’ll admit it — the champ looks focused.”

🎙Jackson Creed:
“Australia’s own defends the Infernal Crown in his hometown… in our main event. Ladies and gentlemen, this is TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME.”

[🎥 Final shot: TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME logo flares across the screen as “Great Southern Land” hits its final chorus. The arena crowd roars.]

🎞️ MAWL OPENING VIDEO PACKAGE – TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME

🎵 MUSIC: "Great Southern Land" by Icehouse begins (soft, haunting instrumental opening)
[VISUAL: Aerial shots of Australia — red deserts, deep green bushlands, turquoise coastlines]

🎙️ALASTOR (Voiceover, smooth and charismatic):
"Australia. What a wonderful... and beautiful country!"

[VISUAL: Waves crashing along white beaches. Rolling eucalyptus forests. Red-dirt roads winding through the outback.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Truly... a one-of-one place to be. However..."

[VISUAL: Quick cuts to deadly creatures — a huntsman spider crawling over a boot, a brown snake coiled in dry grass, a great white fin breaking the surface.]

🎙️ALASTOR (tone darker, amused):
"Some of the deadliest animals in the world... but tonight... the deadliest are going to be inside a twenty-by-twenty ring."

[VISUAL: Quick montage of MAWL action — suplexes, dives, chair shots, fire — chaotic and gritty.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Maybe a man on a revenge mission is the deadliest..."

[VISUAL: Slow-motion — LYNX hitting forearms, roaring, blood on his cheek.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Or maybe a monster who loves chaos. Haha... I can respect that."

[VISUAL: RADE ambushing Lynx on the ramp, smashing his head into the barricade, walking away like nothing happened.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Or maybe these two... jealousy-driven and clawing for the spotlight."

[VISUAL: Luciano pulling Elijah's leg to cost him a win. Elijah returning the favor with a steel chair shot. The two locking eyes after.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Or maybe... it’s two boys from Hollywood."

[VISUAL: The MAWLiwood Blondes flexing, camera flashes surrounding them, one of them mouthing ‘We are the show.’]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Or... some colorful birds from Brazil."

[VISUAL: Birds of Play — Petey Peacock, Paulie Parrot, and Pen Gwen — strutting through streamers and feathers, high-fiving fans.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Could it be one of three... all craving to be the first?"

[VISUAL: Wildfire walking through flames. Jay the Joker cartwheeling with a manic grin. JP Spears shadowboxing under arena lights.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Good chance it's a titan... behind enemy lines."

[VISUAL: Ivan Volkov smashing a lead pipe into Balor Wolfe’s spine backstage, emotionless. Vik watching silently in the background.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"But my bet? The hometown boy done good... playing in a home game."

[VISUAL: Balor Wolfe screaming after hitting Lights Out on Vik. Eros cheering behind him. The crowd rising.]

🎙️ALASTOR (quietly, almost fond):
"Either one could be as deadly... as this place."

[VISUAL: Wide aerial shot of Sydney. Accor Stadium in full view as the camera slowly rises above it.]

🎙️ALASTOR (savoring it):
"Ah... I do love a chaotic place like this."

[VISUAL: Thunder rolling over the Blue Mountains. Aerial pullback from the continent itself, fading to black.]

🎙️NORMAL VOICEOVER (Epic, booming):
"Maniacal Action Wrestling League..."

[VISUAL: MAWL logo slams onto the screen in red and chrome.]

🎙️NORMAL VOICEOVER:
"And FREQUENCY OF THE DAMNED present..."

[VISUAL: FREQUENCY OF THE DAMNED logo rises from smoke and static, pulsing.]

[VISUAL SEQUENCE: Lightning cracks across a black sky. Flames rise through dry bush. Ocean waves batter cliffs. A drone shot glides toward the Sydney Opera House... in front of it, glowing across the bridge behind...]

“TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME”

(The text slams down over the Opera House as fireworks subtly flicker in the background.)

🎙️NORMAL VOICEOVER (final line):
"TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME."

[🎥 CUT TO ARENA — LIVE. Massive pyro explodes from the stage. Lights flash. “Great Southern Land” plays in full volume through the arena as the camera pans the sold-out crowd going absolutely wild.]

🎙️JACKSON CREED (LIVE, over the noise):
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO AUSTRALIA… WELCOME TO ACCOR STADIUM… AND WELCOME TO TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME!"

[🎥 Just as the music hits its last note — BOOM — the lights go out. Music stops. The crowd is buzzing, electric with anticipation.]

Alastor Welcome the crowd to Transmission dreamtime

[🎥 Lights go OUT. The arena hums with anticipation after Jackson’s welcome. Silence…]

🎵 MUSIC HITS: "Daisies" by Black Gryph0n & Baasik
(The opening synth pulses hit and the crowd explodes in cheers.)

[🎥 Lights SNAP BACK ON, now in bright, flashing rhythmic patterns matching the beat — signaling exactly one thing: Alastor is here.]

🎙️Jackson Creed (under the pop):
"Oh my—wait a second!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"He’s here! The Radio Demon himself!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille (smugly):
"Of course he is. You think we kick off Dreamtime without him?"

[🎥 Alastor steps out onto the stage in full Radio Demon attire — gleaming red coat, bowtie, cane mic in hand. The crowd sings along with Daisies, louder than the music itself.]

🎵 Crowd (singing):
"You can call me crazy, but I’m not the only one..."

[🎥 Alastor twirls his cane and gives an exaggerated bow. He lifts a hand to the audience, waving playfully as if to say, “Oh stop it, you guys,” while clearly soaking in the adoration. He pretends to hush them, but the cheers and chants only grow louder.]

🎵 Crowd (chanting):
"RA-DI-O DE-MON! clap clap clapclapclap
RA-DI-O DE-MON!"

[🎥 He chuckles softly, tilting his head, then brings the mic-cane to his lips with theatrical flair.]

🎙️ALASTOR (projecting, rich with amusement):
"Ladies... Gentlemen... and everyone in between..."

[🎥 He pauses, lets the moment breathe — then slowly spreads his arms wide.]

🎙️ALASTOR:
"Welcome to..."
[He leans in closer — whispers the name with a wicked grin:]
"TRANSMISSION..."
[Suddenly throws his head back, shouts:]
"...DREAMTIME! Hahahahaha!"

[🎥 The crowd roars. Pyro flashes again on the sides of the ramp in time with the beat.]

🎵 MUSIC RETURNS: "Great Southern Land" (instrumental reprise)
(It swells gently as Alastor gives one last mocking bow and turns to exit.)

[🎥 As he strolls backstage, his laughter trails off behind him. The screen briefly flashes the TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME logo again.]

[🎥 Back to the ring — Jackson Creed, Lenny Cruz, and Sinclair DeVille are now seated at commentary.]

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"We’ve got legends, monsters, and mayhem tonight, folks — and after that welcome from Alastor? You know chaos is coming."

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"Every match tonight has stakes. Every match tonight has history. Let’s make it count!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Let’s enjoy it. And maybe… let’s watch a few dreams get shattered."

[🎥 Camera cuts to the ring — ready for the first match.]

Opening MatchDEAD AIR CHAMPIONSHIP – 20-Person Battle Royal

[🎥 CUT TO RING: The camera swoops dramatically across the crowd, settling on the squared circle. Inside stands Ring Announcer – Astrid Vale, absolutely radiant in a reimagined version of her signature attire: sleek, glittering black base with green and gold accents, a nod to Australia — gold trim on her boots, emerald shimmer through her gloves and bodice. The crowd gives her a warm reception.]**

[🔔 The bell rings once, crisp and clean. The crowd hushes in anticipation. Astrid raises the mic with practiced poise.]

🎙️Astrid Vale (clearly, proudly):
"Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is your opening match of TRANSMISSION: DREAMTIME!"

[🎥 Crowd cheers loud, banners waving, fans rising to their feet.]

🎙️Astrid Vale (with rising flair):
"It is a 20-person OVER-THE-TOP-ROPE BATTLE ROYAL!"
(pop)
"The final TWO competitors remaining will go on to face each other… to crown the inaugural..."
(dramatic pause — crowd buzzes)
"DEAD AIR CHAMPION!"

[🎥 Massive cheer from the crowd — a few gasps, chants starting up in sections of the stadium. “DEAD AIR! DEAD AIR!”]

🎙️Lenny Cruz (from commentary):
"OHHH baby! We’re opening with chaos! Twenty competitors — but only two walk out with a shot at immortality."

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"This title’s cursed already, and it doesn’t even have a holder. I love it."

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"It’s sudden death. It’s unpredictability. It’s Dead Air. And it all starts right now!"

[🎥 Camera cuts to the ramp as the first competitor’s entrance theme hits and the crowd erupts again.]

🔔 DING DING DING!

🎙️Jackson Creed (firm, hyped):
“And we are underway! Twenty competitors — only TWO will survive for a shot at becoming the very first Dead Air Champion later tonight!”

🎥 ALL THREE MEMBERS OF MAMA (Patrick Riot, Xander Marks, Senator Sherwood) IMMEDIATELY CHARGE POWER PLAY

🎙️Lenny Cruz (yelling):
“MAMA ain’t wasting time—look at ‘em go!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“Run straight into the lion’s den. Genius.”

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“OH! HARD BALL AND DODGEBALL DROP DOWN AND PULL THE TOP ROPE!”

[🎥 Patrick Riot, Xander Marks, and Senator Sherwood go tumbling over the ropes in a heap — eliminated instantly.]

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“All THREE members of MAMA just got sent flying over the top rope and eliminated in SECONDS!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“They went all in — and Power Play just turned the table like it was dodgeball in gym class!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“I’m telling you, those two don’t play games… except the ones where they win.”

🎥 MEANWHILE — JACEN TAROT and GILBERTO J march straight into the middle of the ring — BAM! STRAIGHT into a full-on hockey-style brawl

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“Meanwhile — oh, look at this! Tarot and Gilberto throwing bombs in the center of the ring! No collar-and-elbow here, folks!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“That’s a good ol’ fashioned hockey fight! No finesse, just fists!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“I give it 45 seconds before Gilberto breaks out the mouthguard and Tarot pulls a tarot card that says ‘DEATH.’”

🎥 REST OF THE RING DEVOLVES INTO CHAOS — EVERYONE HAS A DANCE PARTNER

NEONYX NOTORIO throws stiff forearms at Donna Matrix
Bowen Baneclaw locks up with Dangerous Johnny Dagger
Ace Anarchy is trading blows with Lazer in the corner
UV is trying to throw out Tank Vanguard (with zero success)
Solemn Guardian is methodically targeting limbs on Taylor Tiger
Doomsayer Hammer is being swarmed near the ropes by Skylights, High Risk, and Ace — trying to push him out

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“The ring has exploded — bodies flying, fists flying, chaos on every turnbuckle!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“This is where stamina, instinct, and who you trust for the next 30 seconds matters most!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“Nobody should trust anyone, Lenny. This is about survival, not friendships. I love this match.”

🎥 CLOSE-UP: A CLUSTER of competitors trying to dump Doomsayer Hammer over the ropes. They’ve got him halfway, but—

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“They might have the big man here—NO! Pistol! DOOMSAYER PISTOL out of nowhere!”

🎥 Pistol lunges in from behind, yanking at bodies, throwing wild fists — he clears them off Hammer with sheer desperation.

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“The cavalry arrives! Pistol just blew up that elimination party!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“Hammer ain’t going out that easy. That man is built like an angry fridge.”

🎥 POWER PLAY get back into focus — they’ve cornered Venom Cartel and hit a double clothesline, sending Donna Matrix down. Bowen fights back, but Hardball gets behind him—

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“Cartel’s in trouble here—Power Play’s got them lined up!”

🎥 DODGEBALL low-bridges Matrix as Hardball flings Bowen over the top. Both land hard at ringside. Crowd boos.

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“That’s it for Venom Cartel!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“Play stupid games, win nothing. That’s the Cartel’s night.”

🎥 But wait—MAMA ARE STILL LURKING RINGSIDE! US RAE shouts orders—
Patrick Riot and Sherwood suddenly grab Power Play’s ankles from outside, causing them to stumble.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“Wait a minute—MAMA’s not gone!”

🎥 PISTOL and HAMMER see the chaos—AND CHARGE! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“POWER PLAY’S OUT! DOOMSAYERS JUST DUMPED THEM WHILE MAMA HELD THEIR LEGS!”

[🎥 Huge mixed reaction from the crowd — some cheer, some boo. MAMA clap sarcastically from the outside. Power Play look furious.]

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“You play with fire, you get burned. Power Play got a taste of their own medicine!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but MAMA just got revenge and made it count.”

🎙️Jackson Creed (pulling it all together):
“And just like that — MAMA’s eliminated but still causing chaos, Power Play are out, Venom Cartel gone, and this battle royal is already thinning out! But there’s a LOT of fire still in this ring!”

[🎥 DOOMSYERS regroup as the rest of the ring continues to fight — UV battling Pistol, Ace Anarchy and Lazer slugging it out, Tarot bleeding from the forehead, yelling at Gilberto. The energy does not slow.]

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“Jackson, this is like trying to fight in a phone booth with a tiger and a toaster full of nails!”

[CUT TO: WIDE SHOT of the ring as bodies collide, the crowd roaring.]

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"We are just getting started in this 20-person battle royal — and by the end of this night, one of these competitors will have earned their shot at becoming the very first Dead Air Champion!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“These two have been at it since the opening bell! Tarot and Gilberto might as well have signed up for a street fight instead of a battle royal!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“They’ve punched each other all the way from the center to the ropes and back again! Unreal!”

🎥 SUDDENLY — THE DOOMSAYERS TAKE CONTROL. HAMMER AND PISTOL GO ON A TEAR.

Skylights? GONE — **Pistol lifts UV, Hammer launches Lazer.
Neonyx Notorio?** DOUBLE BACKDROP OVER THE ROPES.
Solemn Guardian? Clotheslined out after trying to slow them down.
TANK VANGUARD? Multiple shots before they FINALLY dump him over with effort.

🎙️Jackson Creed (almost shouting):
“The Doomsayers are on a WARPATH!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“They’re cleaning house — finally, someone bringing strategy to the violence!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“That’s four straight eliminations! Are they about to run the table?!”

🎥 But they don’t see it coming — HIGH RISK (Johnny Dagger and Taylor Tiger) spring off the ropes—
DOUBLE DROPKICK TO PISTOL
Dagger SPEARS HAMMER THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE
Then both High Risk charge—SUICIDE DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE—EVERYONE’S OUT!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“HIGH RISK JUST TOOK THEMSELVES AND THE DOOMSAYERS OUT!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“High risk, high reward—or NO reward in this case! They just sacrificed themselves to stop the momentum!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“Idiots. You can’t win if you’re not in the ring!”

🎥 ALL THAT’S LEFT IN THE RING:

Ace Anarchy (leaning in one corner)
Blood Drawn (coiled in another, unblinking)
Gilberto J (dragging himself upright, sweat pouring)
Jacen Tarot (forearm wrapped in tape, eyes locked on Gilberto)

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“We are down to FOUR!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“And all four look like they’ve been through a war!”

🎥 For a moment… silence. Each man catches their breath in a separate corner. Then—

Gilberto and Tarot SNAP toward each other — like magnets. Punches FLYING. They brawl toward the ropes once more.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“They just won’t quit! These two are obsessed with destroying each other!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“Forget the title — they just want to finish the fight!”

🎥 Ace Anarchy glances at Blood Drawn. The two nod. Silent understanding.
They each grab one brawler — Ace grabs Gilberto’s legs, Blood Drawn takes Tarot’s—LIFT AND DUMP!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“OH—WAIT A MINUTE—THERE THEY GO!”

**🎥 Gilberto and Tarot FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE, crashing hard on the outside.

🎙️🔔🔔🔔 THE BELL RINGS 🔔🔔🔔

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“That’s it! That’s IT! We have our final two!”

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“And they made it look effortless! That’s how you work smarter, not harder!”

🎥 BUT OUTSIDE — TAROT AND GILBERTO ARE NOT DONE. They’re back on their feet — and STILL THROWING HANDS. Referee Danny “Quickcount” Rayes tries to step between them, but gets shoved. Security and agents flood the ringside.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
“They’re still going! This thing’s gonna spill into the locker room if someone doesn’t stop them!”

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“They may be out of the battle royal, but that fight? Far from over.”

🎥 INSIDE THE RING — Ace Anarchy and Blood Drawn slowly rise. War-torn. Breathing heavy. The camera circles them as the crowd roars. In the center stands Astrid Vale, mic in hand.

🎙️Astrid Vale (composed, powerful):
"Ladies and gentlemen… your FINAL TWO competitors... who will now face each other later tonight to crown the inaugural Dead Air Champion..."

[🎥 Pause for crowd pop. Both Ace and Drawn stare each other down. No words. Just anticipation.]

🎙️Astrid Vale (continuing):
"The Dead Air Championship will be defended on EVERY single episode of Frequency of the Damned!"

🎙️Jackson Creed (softly):
“Every. Single. Show.”

🎙️Astrid Vale:
"It will be contested under Hardcore Rules… every time."

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
“Ohhhh yes. Now we’re talking.”

🎙️Astrid Vale:
"Matches will have a 20-minute time limit on television... 30 at pay-per-views."

🎥 Camera cuts to fans nodding, some chanting “DEAD AIR!”

🎙️Astrid Vale:
"And if a champion retains the title 10 times — with victory — they may cash it in for a title shot of their choosing."

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
“That’s gold on top of gold. You win ten, you rewrite your future.”

🎙️Astrid Vale (final statement):
"Time-limit draws will result in an automatic rematch the following week... BUT..."
[crowd leans in]
"For tonight’s match — the time limit has been waived."

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"No clock. No count-outs. No limits."

🎙️Astrid Vale:
"Later tonight... Ace Anarchy vs. Blood Drawn... to crown the first-ever Dead Air Champion!"

[🎥 Crowd ERUPTS. Both men nod once and retreat to opposite corners — the war to come already brewing.]

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"The bell has sounded — here we go! The very first Dead Air Championship match is underway, and the crowd is ELECTRIC for their hometown hero!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"Ace Anarchy! The Thunder from Down Under! You can FEEL this place shake when he just steps forward!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Doesn’t mean a thing when the man standing across from him is the walking embodiment of punishment. Blood Drawn is not impressed by hometown pride. He’s here to crack ribs and cash checks."

🎥 IN THE RING — The two circle each other slowly. The crowd begins a loud “LET’S GO ACE!” chant. Ace pauses for a moment, looking into the crowd, letting their energy surge through him...

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"An emotional moment for Ace here—wrestling for a championship in his home city, under the lights of Accor Stadium!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille (dryly):
"Yeah. Beautiful. But he might wanna focus before he ends up staring at those lights instead."

🎥 SUDDENLY — BLOOD DRAWN EXPLODES FORWARD!
Big Forearm Smash to the side of Ace’s head!

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"Cheap shot! Come on!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Blood Drawn saw his opening and took it. There’s no room for sentimentality in a hardcore match!"

🎥 Blood Drawn doesn’t waste a second — whips Ace into the corner — follows up with a thunderous running shoulder thrust to the ribs!
Snapmare out of the corner — Running Low Boot!

COVER!

Referee: ONE… TW—KICKOUT!

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"That’s how you establish dominance. No jaw-jacking. Just impact. He’s trying to end this early!"

🎥 Blood grabs Ace by the wrist — yanks him up —
Short-arm clothesline!
Another!
He hauls Ace up — Spinning Sidewalk Slam!
Another COVER!

Referee: ONE… TWO—NO!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Back-to-back slams and Ace still finds a way out!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"You’d have to bury him in the Outback to keep Ace Anarchy down!"

🎥 Blood slaps the mat once, annoyed — then drags Ace to his feet. Irish whip — reversal by Ace — Blood comes off the ropes—
Ace tries for a big boot — NO! Blood catches the leg — spins him — LARIAT!

Another COVER!

Referee: ONE… TWO—KICKOUT!

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"If nothing else, Blood Drawn is sending a message: ‘Your crowd won’t save you.’"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"Maybe not — but Ace’s heart might!"

🎥 Blood grabs Ace by the hair — sneers at the crowd — hauls him up again — but Ace fires back!

Right hand!
Another!
Spinning back elbow!

Ace hits the ropes — COMES FLYING — BUT BLOOD DROPS HIS HEAD AND BACK BODY DROPS ACE — OVER THE ROPES — TO THE FLOOR!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Ace Anarchy just got launched out of the ring! And you better believe Blood Drawn is about to follow!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Hardcore rules, boys. There is no safe space out here."

🎥 Blood Drawn steps through the ropes — slowly, menacingly — soaking in the BOOS from the crowd as he drops to the floor. He sneers at a ringside fan holding a homemade “ACE = CHAMP” sign.

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"Oh, what a charming people person."

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"But wait—Blood’s taking way too long!"

🎥 BLOOD TURNS AROUND—
CLANG!!!

ACE BLASTS HIM WITH A TRASH CAN LID!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"TRASH CAN TO THE SKULL!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"That's how we do it in Australia!"

🎥 Blood stumbles back — Ace grabs him —
DDT ONTO THE FLOOR!

Ace crawls into a lateral press on the floor!

Referee: ONE… TWO… THR—NO!!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Ace nearly had him! That might’ve knocked the steel out of Blood Drawn’s spine!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"The fact that we even count pins on the floor just proves how unhinged this championship is."

🎥 Ace breathes heavily — his mask partially askew — the crowd surging behind him now as he slowly gets to his feet. He throws his arms wide open to the crowd, yelling:

ACE:
"I’M NOT DONE YET!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Neither of these warriors are — and the Dead Air Championship is still up for grabs!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"Stick around, folks — this is gonna get WILD!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"The fight’s spilled to the outside and it’s showing no signs of slowing down!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"This is Dead Air, baby! You don’t win it pretty — you win it painful!"

**🎥 Ace Anarchy grabs a road sign from under the apron — swings it — CRACKS it across Blood Drawn’s back!
Blood growls in pain but doesn’t drop. Instead, he turns and hurls Ace into the steel steps, knocking them loose!

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"See that? That’s what happens when you poke a bear. Or in this case — whatever beast crawled out of Steelhaven!"

**🎥 Blood Drawn grabs a steel chain from beneath the ring — wraps it around his arm — and charges Ace, who ducks — Blood punches the ring post!
Ace counters — low dropkick! Blood stumbles — Ace grabs the chain — spins it like a whip — CRACKS it into Blood’s ribs!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"That chain’s like a lightning strike across the ribs! Blood Drawn might be bruised black and red by the time this is over!"

🎥 The two brawl up the ramp and toward the crowd. As they reach a cluster of fans in the stands, someone hands Ace something—
A plastic cup of Carlton Draught!

🎙️Lenny Cruz (laughing):
"A fan just handed him a pint!"

**🎥 Ace takes a swig — pauses — then turns and CHUCKS the rest of the beer right in Blood Drawn’s face!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"CARLTON DRAUGHT TO THE FACE! That’s the most Aussie thing I’ve ever called!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"You think that’s got a bitter finish? 'Cause Blood looks furious!"

🎥 Blood wipes his face, blinking through the lager — but Ace is already charging —
Throws a chair — Blood bats it away — then both men collide in a flurry of punches, fists flying fast and wild!

They stagger up the steps into the seating section, fans moving out of the way.
Blood grabs a folding chair and swings — Ace ducks — superkick to the gut!
Ace slams Blood into a railing — Blood responds by grabbing a portable sign stand and driving it into Ace’s ribs!

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"This isn’t a wrestling match — this is a public brawl with T-shirts!"

**🎥 The crowd gathers around as the two start to brawl in a wide circle of fans, forming a spontaneous arena inside the arena.

Ace tackles Blood into a row of chairs — they both tumble through it — Blood gets up first and levels Ace with a clothesline that flips him inside out!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"GOOD LORD! Ace just got decapitated in the middle of a fan-made fight pit!"

**🎥 Blood Drawn stands over him, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury. He grabs Ace by the wrist and drags him toward the railing.

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"This is getting too real — someone’s gotta get control—"

**🎥 Blood yanks Ace to his feet — runs forward — and LAUNCHES him with a massive clothesline over the railing—
BACK TO RINGSIDE!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Back over the guardrail! Blood just launched Ace Anarchy like a missile!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Maybe the ring’s the safest place for Ace right now… but I doubt it’ll stay that way."

🎥 Ace stirs, pulling himself up by the apron as Blood steps over the railing with murder in his eyes. The Dead Air Championship match rages on — and this chaotic chapter is far from over.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"We are back near the ring, but this Dead Air Championship bout has been anything but confined! They’ve painted every corner of this arena in bruises and broken steel!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"That beer toss! That street brawl! These fans are going to remember this fight for years!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Hardcore wrestling — where the line between sanctioned match and live crime scene gets real blurry."

**🎥 At ringside, Ace Anarchy crawls to his feet, blood on his lower lip, breathing heavy. Blood Drawn stalks him — grabs a kendo stick from under the ring — and CRACKS it across Ace’s back!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Kendo stick to the spine! That’ll echo through the Outback!"

**🎥 Ace yells in pain but surges forward with a back elbow! Another! Spinning forearm! Blood reels!
Ace sprints and BASEBALL SLIDES a steel chair into Blood’s knee, buckling him!

He rolls into the ring, sizes Blood up as he rises outside, and yells to the crowd—**

ACE:
"WHO’S READY TO FLY?!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"He’s setting up for liftoff! The outlaw’s about to go airborne!"

🎥 Ace hits the ropes — full sprint — LAUNCHES through the ropes—

**BUT BLOOD DRAWN SWINGS A STREET SIGN MID-DIVE!

CLANG!!!

Ace’s head and chest eat the full swing — and he flips backward, crashing to the floor like a crash-test dummy.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"OH MY GOD! ACE JUST GOT WALL'D WITH THAT STREET SIGN MID-AIR!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"That man got intercepted like a rogue cannonball!"

🎥 Blood Drawn drops the sign and immediately drops down for a cover on the outside floor!
Referee slides into position—

Referee Rayes: ONE… TWO… THR—KICKOUT!!

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"HOW?! HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT?!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Ace Anarchy might not know what day it is, but instinct is keeping him alive!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"If that’s instinct, then someone better update his survival software — because this is only getting worse!"

🎥 Blood snarls, slams the mat once, then pulls Ace up by the mask and drags him toward the apron…
…but Ace fires off a stiff shot to the gut! Another! Elbow to the jaw!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Ace is still in this! The Thunder from Down Under is not done yet!"

🎥 The brawl continues at ringside as the crowd surges, chanting loudly:

CROWD:
"THIS IS AWESOME! (clap clap clapclapclap)"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"And they’re right — because this IS! And we’re not even close to done!"

🎥 Both men are staggering at ringside, weapon debris all around them. Blood Drawn grabs Ace by the mask and hurls him back into the ring. Blood follows, slower, the wear and tear showing in his grim scowl.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"In a standard Dead Air Championship bout, the twenty-minute mark would be closing in right about now… but tonight, here at Dreamtime, there’s no clock — just carnage."

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"And thankfully so! You don’t contain this kind of madness with a stopwatch!"

🎥 Blood reaches under the ring and pulls out a TABLE to a loud pop. He slides it inside and begins setting it up near the corner. As he finishes, he turns to grab Ace—

BUT ACE EXPLODES!

Ace bursts forward with a gut kick — lifts Blood into the air — and DRILLS him with the Down With The System (Pop-up Cutter) right next to the table!

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM! OUTTA NOWHERE!"

🎥 Blood’s body snaps back violently — Ace dives on top for the cover!

Referee Rayes: ONE!... TWO!... THR—NO!!!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"SO CLOSE! That could’ve been it!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Blood Drawn just keeps surviving — like a bad nightmare that won't end!"

🎥 Ace pounds the mat in frustration, then grabs Blood by the hair and signals to the crowd. He points to the table — they erupt.
He pulls Blood up and starts dragging him toward it — but Blood shoves him away and counters with a knee to the gut!

BOOM — RED TIDE SLAM!

A massive spinebuster right through the mat — Ace bounces and clutches his back!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"RED TIDE SLAM! That’s Blood Drawn’s power on full display!"

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"COVER! COVER!"

🎥 Blood hooks the leg deep—

Referee Rayes: ONE!... TWO!... THR—NO!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"ANOTHER KICKOUT! The Outlaw’s still alive!"

🎥 Blood Drawn curses under his breath, rolls out of the ring, and pulls out another table — this one even larger.
He slides it near the apron and sets it up at ringside, positioning it right outside the corner where the other table still stands.
Inside the ring, Ace is barely stirring, using the ropes to pull himself up.

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"This is getting dangerous… even by Dead Air standards!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Dangerous? This is delicious! We might see a body fly tonight!"

🎥 Blood climbs onto the apron and steps up the corner ropes — dragging Ace along with him.
Both men now on the top turnbuckle, wobbly, bruised — crowd on their feet, knowing something bad is coming.
Blood hooks Ace for a superplex toward the ringside table—

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"He’s looking to END Ace Anarchy — FROM THE HEAVENS!"

**🎥 But Ace blocks it!
A punch to the ribs — another — headbutt!
Blood sways — Ace unhooks himself — shifts—

AND SHOVES BLOOD DRAWN OFF THE TURNBUCKLE—STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE RING!

SMASH!!

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"HE SENT HIM CRASHING THROUGH THAT TABLE! THE RING JUST EXPLODED!"

🎥 But Ace can’t celebrate — his balance falters — and he LOSES FOOTING—

HE FALLS—THROUGH THE OUTSIDE TABLE HIMSELF!!

WOOD SHATTERS as both men lie motionless — one inside the ring, one outside!

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"THE PRICE OF CHAOS! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! TWO TABLES DESTROYED!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Who won that exchange? Who the hell knows?! All I know is Ace might’ve saved himself… but at what cost?"

🎥 Referee Danny Rayes is at a loss, checking on both competitors. EMTs stir nervously at ringside. The crowd begins a rumble—

CROWD:
"HOLY SHT! HOLY SHT!"

🎥 The crowd is on their feet, chanting, buzzing, holding their breath as wreckage surrounds the ring — shattered tables, dented trash cans, broken signs.

Inside, Blood Drawn is the first to stir, his massive frame rising slowly from the debris in the ring. He rolls to the outside, limping, teeth clenched in pain. Gritting through it, he yanks Ace Anarchy from the broken remains of the ringside table and drags him back into the ring.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Somehow, some way, Blood Drawn is still moving — and he’s dragging the Outlaw into the endgame!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"One more hit. One more big move, and this match is over!"

🎥 Blood lifts Ace with a grunt — and launches him—

POP-UP POWERBOMB!

The Bloodline Breaker connects flush! The whole ring shakes as Ace bounces off the mat! Blood covers, hooks the leg—

Referee Rayes: ONE!... TWO!... THRE—NO!!!

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"HE KICKED OUT!! ACE KICKED OUT!!!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"That is the CLOSEST near-fall of the entire night!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"That was THREE, Rayes! COUNT TO THREE!"

**🎥 Blood Drawn slams both hands on the mat in disbelief — then storms up to the referee, getting nose-to-nose with Rayes, pointing to the mat, yelling:
"That was THREE! THREE! DO YOUR JOB!"

Rayes defends the call, standing his ground.

The two shout over each other — the crowd eating it up — and behind them, Ace Anarchy stirs…

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"This delay could cost Blood everything…"

🎥 Blood finally turns around, furious — grabs Ace — lifts him again for a second Bloodline Breaker—

BUT ACE FLIPS OVER — DROPS BEHIND — HOOKS BOTH ARMS—

FULL HOUSE!!!

A brutal, high-impact lifting double underhook DDT spikes Blood right on his head! Blood’s body goes limp as Ace rolls over for the cover!

Referee Rayes: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM!! ACE ANARCHY DID IT!"

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"FROM THE OUTBACK TO THE TOP — ACE ANARCHY IS YOUR FIRST EVER DEAD AIR CHAMPION!"

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"No... no! That was a FLUKE! That was STOLEN!"

🎥 “SPARK” by Oni Ft. Sueco hits the speakers as the crowd explodes.
Referee Rayes hands Ace the Dead Air Championship — he looks at it, stunned, wide-eyed.
He slowly rises to his feet, bloodied, exhausted, but victorious.

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"In front of a hometown crowd, under the bright lights of Transmission: Dreamtime, the Outlaw rewrites history!"

🎥 Ring Announcer – Astrid Vale (still in her green and gold ensemble) raises the mic, beaming.

🎤Astrid Vale:
"Ladies and gentlemen — your winner… and the FIRST-EVER DEAD AIR CHAMPION… AAAACCEEEE… ANAAAARCHYYYYY!!"

🎥 The crowd erupts into chants of:

CROWD:
"ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE!"

🎥 Ace leans on the ropes, staring out at the fans, holding the belt to his chest before raising it high. Fireworks spark on the entrance stage, and white and red lights pulse around the arena as the Outlaw stands tall.

🎙️Lenny Cruz:
"That’s how you make a legacy. That’s how you carve your name into history."

🎙️Jackson Creed:
"Ace Anarchy has claimed Dead Air — and now the whole world knows the Thunder from Down Under is here to stay."

🎙️Sinclair DeVille:
"Ugh. Enjoy your little title, Ace. It only gets harder from here."

🎥 The shot lingers on Ace celebrating with the crowd as the camera slowly fades out, his mask cracked, body bruised… but championship gold in his hands.

Blondes rp

The screen fades in from black.

A title card reads: “MAWLiwood Blondes: Road to Gold – Training Down Under”

As the first piano keys of “I Need a Hero” play…

SCENE ONE: THE DRAMATIC BEACH ENTRANCE

Location: Bondi Beach. Dawn.

Slow motion. Wind machines. The MAWLiwood Blondes descend a golden staircase that somehow exists on the sand. They're both wearing sparkling gold robes with mirrored sunglasses. The sun rises behind them like it's part of their entrance.

Bonnie Tyler sings:

“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?”

Mark Anderson dramatically rips off his robe, revealing an immaculate spray tan and a championship belt made entirely of polished hair dryers.

Winston Lewis drops to his knees and screams to the sky.

Winston:

“WE DESERVE THIS!”

Seagulls fly over in slow motion, probably choreographed.

They do high kicks into the ocean. Water splashes like it's a rock concert.

SCENE TWO: STAIRCASE TO GLORY

Location: The Sydney Opera House steps

Bonnie Tyler:

“Where’s the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?”

The Blondes sprint up the stairs like it’s Rocky, but every time they reach the top, they pose for an invisible paparazzi wall.

Mark: “Red carpet cardio, baby!”

Winston (gasping): “I didn’t pack electrolytes… I packed charisma!”

On each lap, they add more flair: feather boas, glitter capes, and finally, matching gold kettlebells labeled “Star Power.”

SCENE THREE: OPERA HOUSE STAGE TRAINING

Location: Inside the Sydney Opera House

Bonnie Tyler:

“Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?”

The stage is set with wrestling mats. A grand piano plays the intro to “I Need a Hero” in sync with the real song, as an actual opera singer belts out backup vocals.

Winston practices his dropkicks while a ballerina critiques his form.

Mark performs elbow drops off a piano bench into a pile of throw pillows, then dramatically rolls out and yells, “Give me lights, give me cameras, give me... gold!”

They close the scene performing synchronized hip tosses with ballerinas in tutus in slow motion.

SCENE FOUR: GLAMOUR STRENGTH TRAINING

Location: Rooftop gym overlooking the Harbour Bridge

Bonnie Tyler:

“I need a hero! I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night!”

Mark curls a dumbbell wrapped in feather boas while doing finger-gun winks to the camera.

Winston lifts a barbell stacked with disco balls. As he grunts, a boom box blasts the chorus louder.

They strike muscle poses in the reflection of their own sunglasses.

A drone circles them, filming a heroic angle as confetti inexplicably rains down.

Winston (dead serious):

“The muscles are real. The hair? Even realer.”

SCENE FIVE: CHOREOGRAPHED GLORY

Location: Empty Accor Stadium ring

Bonnie Tyler:

“He’s gotta be strong, and he’s gotta be fast, and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight!”

The Blondes practice their tag team moves with elegant precision, each motion timed with the beat of the song.

Tag.

High-five.

Double clothesline in slow-mo.

Tag again.

Pose like Greek statues.

They pant. The lights dim. The chorus hits again.

They nod to each other.

Winston:

“We’re not just pretty… we’re perfect.”

Mark:

“We were born for big matches… and bigger moments.”

FINAL SCENE: THE HEROES ARRIVE

Location: Outside Accor Stadium – Night before the match

The Blondes walk in dramatic slow motion through the parking lot, golden spotlight trailing behind them. Security guards salute. A limo door opens and dry ice fog pours out. They don’t even blink.

Bonnie Tyler (final chorus):

“I need a hero!”

They stop. Turn to camera.

Mark:

“Australia... prepare to witness Hollywood.”

Winston:

“MAWLiwood.”

They put on matching custom sunglasses that say “Champions Elect.”

As the final notes ring out, fireworks explode over Accor Stadium.

Fade to black.

Wildfire rp

WildFire is backstage.

WildFire talking into his cellphone :”Alrifght, See you later Alligator"

Children's Voices : “After awhile Crocodile”

WildFire smiles as he hangs up the phone putting it away

WildFire pauses taking a few deep breaths, he cracks his neck and his smile turns into a frown as he immediately assumes a more aggressive demeanor.

He enters the locker room where the Mawliwood Blondes are waiting.

WildFire his smile feral and his eyes practically burning with fire “So boys, tonight's the night, The Ether title finals and Signal Tag Team Finals !!!”

WildFire :”Tonight we etch our names in History and write our names in Blood and Bone over the broken bodies of Jay the Joker, Jp Spears and The Birds of Prey !!!!”

WildFire :”Tonight we write the first chapter of a Legacy, a Legacy so great that even the Gods will stand in awe and gape in Fear!”

WildFire :”We will take that which is rightfully ours and all will bow before us.”

WildFire :”The Ether Champion and the Signal Tag Team Champions….”

WildFire : “WILDFIRE AND THE MAWLIWOOD BLONDES !!!!”

Grudge Match – Two Out of Three FallsEl Cerrador vs. Stitches the Clown

Referee: “Classic” Jenny Caldwell

Music: Cielito Lindo Rock Version by Mariachi Vargas De

Entrance: Lighting: The arena is bathed in warm golden and red lights, colors that symbolize strength, passion, and Mexican pride. As the song builds, flickers of green, white, and red (the colors of the Mexican flag) pulse across the arena, giving the entrance a nationalistic touch while highlighting his connection to his roots. Smoke & Fog: As the music picks up, a thick fog fills the entrance ramp. Through the haze, El Cerrador emerges. His silhouette is now visible—tall, powerful, and purposeful. Appearance: El Cerrador steps out wearing a traditional luchador mask, with intricate designs symbolizing his heritage, featuring silver and gold accents. His attire includes a red and black gear combination with traditional Mexican symbols—such as an eagle or serpents—emblazoned across his chest. The mask is a reminder of his humble beginnings in lucha libre, but also his intense pride for the sport. Ring Gear: He wears black and red tights with detailed embroidery along the sides, resembling traditional Mexican patterns, and knee-high boots that allow him maximum mobility in the ring.

Theme Music:

“Laugh now, Die Later” by Klayton Karnage

Entrance:

The tron flickers with corrupted carnival footage. A spotlight hits the entrance ramp where Stitches stands perfectly still, head tilted. Balloons drop from the ceiling, and as he moves forward, each step echoes with clown giggles over a distorted bass line.

[BELL RINGS]

Jackson Creed:
“And here we go! Fall one officially underway between El Cerrador and Stitches the Clown. These two have danced this dance before—each with a win, neither clean—and tonight, it ends.”

Lenny Cruz:
“Yeah, Jackson, these two have traded wins, but both of those matches ended with shenanigans. No excuses now. Two outta three, no hiding. Let’s see who can actually close this one out.”

Sinclair DeVille:
“‘Actually’? Lenny, please. Stitches won because he enjoyed it. El Cerrador got lucky. And tonight? That luck runs out like cheap face paint.”

Jackson:
“El Cerrador wasting no time—shoots forward, duck under—WHOA! Lightning quick—gets behind Stitches and shoves him forward into the ropes—back elbow from the clown, NO! Cerrador ducks it again—rear waistlock—roll-through, lateral press! ONE—kickout!”

Lenny:
“Cerrador’s out here playing speed chess while Stitches is trying to solve a maze blindfolded! This pace is wild, and I love it!”

Jackson:
“Dropkick from El Cerrador! Sends Stitches backpedaling into the corner—Cerrador charges—monkey flip! Stitches goes flying across the ring and scrambles to the floor!”

Sinclair:
“That’s called taking a breather, Creed. Not all of us wrestle like squirrels hopped up on energy drinks.”

Lenny:
“Yeah, but you never saw a clown panic before, did ya? That was panic!”

Jackson:
“Cerrador building momentum—off the ropes—slingshot crossbody to the outside and he NAILS IT! He flattened the Clown right on the outside floor!”

[Crowd cheers wildly as El Cerrador pops up, pounding his chest.]

Jackson:
“Tepito’s finest is flying high tonight! He’s staying on him—grabs Stitches by the neck—OH! STITCHES THROWS HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE RING POST!”

Lenny:
“No, no, no! That’s the danger! Stitches just baited him in, and El took the bait with both hands!”

Sinclair:
“See, this is the difference, gentlemen. One fights with his head, the other just slammed his into steel. Guess which one’s smiling now.”

Jackson:
“Cerrador drops to his knees, dazed—and Stitches slowly peels him off the floor. He’s dragging him back toward the ring—slides him under the bottom rope—and now the clown follows in behind, slow and methodical.”

Lenny:
“This is where the match slows down. And if you’re Cerrador, you do not want it in this gear.”

Jackson:
“Stitches hauls him up—big body slam dead center. That was like dropping a sack of cement. Now the clown... just sits. Sitting cross-legged next to Cerrador, laughing. Look at him—he’s completely in control.”

Sinclair:
“You love to see it. Stitches isn’t wrestling now—he’s storytelling. This is art, gentlemen.”

Jackson:
“Stitches dragging Cerrador into a seated position—and now locking in that nerve pinch, digging right into the trapezius muscle. You can see Cerrador wincing.”

Lenny:
“And Stitches just staring at Jenny Caldwell while he does it. That’s psychological warfare, man. He’s not trying to win yet—he’s trying to make El Cerrador think he can’t win.”

Sinclair:
“It’s the Big Top of the Damned, Lenny. And Cerrador’s stuck in the center ring.”

Jackson:
“Referee Jenny Caldwell checks for a submission—but Cerrador shakes his head. Not giving up—but he’s trapped. This match is already turning into a chess match between chaos and heart.”

[Crowd rallies, trying to clap for Cerrador as the clown cranks deeper into the hold.]

Lenny:
“This crowd’s coming alive for El! Come on, man, don’t let the clown paint the canvas with you—get that energy!”

Jackson:
“First fall still to come in this two-out-of-three falls battle... and right now, El Cerrador is fading under the eerie control of Stitches the Clown.”

Jackson Creed:
“We are still in the grip of Stitches the Clown, who’s had this nerve hold cinched in for nearly a minute now. El Cerrador is trying to fight out, but you can see the strain. He’s grimacing, reaching—just inches away from creating space!”

Lenny Cruz:
“Come on, El! He’s gettin’ that second wind, I can feel it—listen to this crowd!”

[The crowd begins clapping rhythmically. Cerrador digs an elbow into Stitches' side—another—he’s rising to a knee.]

Jackson:
“Cerrador’s fighting back—elbow to the ribs—another! He’s almost there!”

Sinclair DeVille:
“Almost doesn’t count, Creed. And you know what they say—if you can’t see it, you can’t stop it.”

Jackson:
“WAIT A MINUTE—Stitches just yanked on El Cerrador’s mask! Pulled it down over his eyes! Referee Jenny Caldwell is immediately yelling at him—”

Lenny:
“Oh come on! That’s a cardinal sin in lucha libre! You don’t mess with the mask like that!”

Jackson:
“Cerrador’s blinded—AND HERE COMES STITCHES—DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE!”

[BOOOOOOOOO!]

Sinclair:
“And that’s called strategy, gentlemen. You can call it dirty—I call it effective.”

Jackson:
“Referee Jenny Caldwell is laying into Stitches right now—but he’s just standing there, staring at her with that sick grin. Soaking in the boos like they’re cheers.”

Lenny:
“He doesn’t care! He never has! That’s what makes him dangerous—he’s not here to win, he’s here to hurt people!”

Jackson:
“Stitches now, pulling Cerrador up—BIG scoop slam, and again! Two brutal slams in a row—here’s the cover!”

Jenny Caldwell:
“ONE! TWO—NO!”

Jackson:
“Cerrador kicks out! Still alive, but he is moving slowly.”

Lenny:
“Yeah, those slams knocked the breath right out of him. And the mask pull? That’s just insult to injury.”

Sinclair:
“More like instruction to victory.”

Jackson:
“Stitches now—hooks him up for a third slam—but wait—CERRADOR SLIPS THROUGH! HE’S GOT HIM—CRUCIFIX PIN!”

Jenny Caldwell:
“ONE! TWO! THREE!!”

[DING DING DING!!]
[CROWD ERUPTS]

Jackson:
“HE GOT HIM! EL CERRADOR JUST STOLE THE FIRST FALL!”

Lenny:
“WHOO-HOO! The heartbeat of Mexico just stunned the Clown!”

Sinclair:
“WHAT?! NO, no, no—he didn’t win, he survived!”

Jackson:
“But here comes the retaliation—Stitches is furious! He pounces on Cerrador with clubbing forearms—just hammering him into the mat!”

[Jenny Caldwell pulls at his arm, yelling.]

Jenny Caldwell:
"BACK OFF! DO YOU WANT TO LOSE THIS BY DQ?!"

Lenny:
“He’s gonna get himself disqualified if he doesn’t stop! That clown’s unhinged—he might not care!”

Jackson:
“Referee’s count is up to four—and finally Stitches pulls back. But Cerrador is in a heap on the mat. He paid for that fall—dearly.”

[Jenny Caldwell checks on El Cerrador, then signals for both men to rise. After a moment, Stitches stands in the corner, seething. Cerrador is pulled to his feet slowly, staggering.]

Jenny Caldwell:
“READY?”

[Cerrador gives a weak nod. Stitches grins.]

Jenny Caldwell:
“RING THE BELL!”

[DING DING – SECOND FALL BEGINS]

Jackson:
“Second fall underway—but Cerrador’s in trouble. That assault between falls may have done lasting damage.”

Lenny:
“He got the pin, sure—but it might’ve cost him the match!”

Sinclair:
“Now it’s not about the win. Now it’s about the pain. And Stitches? Oh, he’s got three rings of it waiting.”

Jackson Creed:
“We are into the second fall now and folks… this has taken a dark turn.”

Lenny Cruz:
“Yeah… this isn’t about wrestling anymore. Stitches isn’t trying to even the score—he’s trying to erase Cerrador.”

Sinclair DeVille:
“Good. Maybe next time he’ll think twice before embarrassing the clown in front of his carnival.”

Jackson:
“Stitches grabs Cerrador—ANOTHER body slam, just folding him like a map! That’s four—no, five slams now in this fall alone!”

Lenny:
“And no pin attempts. Not even a lazy cover. He’s not trying to win—he’s trying to end this man’s career.”

Jackson:
“Big forearm now to the spine of Cerrador—and again! That one lifted him off the mat! Stitches is just hammering him—there’s a third!”

Sinclair:
“Precision strikes from a psycho clown. What more could you ask for?”

Jackson:
“Stitches yanks him up by the mask again—El’s legs barely holding him—whips him hard into the corner—NO—he changes his mind—THROWS him out of the ring like a sack of garbage!”

Lenny:
“El’s out cold out there. He bounced off the floor, man!”

[The crowd murmurs as Stitches steps through the ropes, slow, deliberate, head tilted like he’s admiring a canvas.]

Jackson:
“And now he’s following him out—what’s he doing—wait—OH MY GOD! POP GOES THE WEASEL! That sudden knee to the jaw—Cerrador might be out!”

Lenny:
“That noise—smack!—you heard his skull bounce off concrete!”

Jackson:
“And he’s not done—no—NO! He’s setting him up—BIG TOP BOMB! Sit-out powerbomb on the outside floor!”

Sinclair:
“That’s it. That’s fall two. Count him out. Bag him. Tag him. Call the match.”

Jackson:
“Stitches rolls back into the ring, arms wide, back to the ramp, just waiting. Referee Jenny Caldwell begins her count.”

Jenny Caldwell:
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”

Lenny:
“He’s not moving. Cerrador’s not moving. This could be it. He’s not gonna make it.”

Jenny Caldwell:
“FIVE!”
“SIX!”

Jackson:
“And Stitches hasn’t even turned around. Just standing there with that crooked smile like he’s already won this fall.”

Jenny Caldwell:
“SEVEN!”
“EIGHT!”

Lenny:
“Wait—wait—HE’S CRAWLING!”

Jenny Caldwell:
“NINE!”

Jackson:
“EL CERRADOR—DIVES—AND HE’S IN!”

[CROWD EXPLODES]

Lenny:
“HE’S IN! HE MADE IT! THIS CROWD JUST LOST IT!”

Jackson:
“Unbelievable resilience! El Cerrador survives the storm—barely!”

[In the ring, Stitches slowly turns… head cocked… face unreadable.]

Sinclair:
“…He got back in? No. No, that’s not supposed to happen.”

Jackson:
“Stitches turns around… and just stares. That look—cold. Calculating. And maybe… a little surprised.”

Lenny:
“El Cerrador’s breathing heavy, still on his knees… but he’s alive. And that’s all he needs to be.”