Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

The screen static fizzes in, as we see Leila Blake walk into screen.

 

 

Leila: Good. The signal is on. 

 

Leila clears her throat.

 

Leila: You're probably wondering where we've been for the past... 6 months. 

 

The short answer is that our broadcasting rights were in effect gambled away in DA Jones's hubris, with XHW swiftly attempting to take over rights, and past rights, and lawyers had to be called and we had to fight to get our rights to air back. 

 

Yes. That is the short version. 

 

Some of our wrestlers were able to keep themselves going through 404 and PUC and APW and all manner of things. And because of the nature of how we run things, they are more than welcome to be residents of multiple places.

 

But now, we are making a glorious return, and what better place to do it than in the hometown of probably one of our biggest stars, WildFire. You'll be hearing from him at the beginning of the main show, we did not want to relegate his speech to the kickoff. 

 

 

Orchid: MEOW!

 

Leila: Yes, of course I didn't forget that tickets were 10 percent off if you brought a can of tuna. 

 

Orchid: MEOW!!

 

Leila: OR that our kickoff show is going to be the first round of the Wild Card Tournament. 

 

Orchid: Prrrrrrr

 

Leila: And it's fitting isn't it, Orchid, that the WILD Card Tournament is starting in the home of WILD Fire-

 

Orchid gives a side eye and jumps off the desk.

 

Leila: Yes, well. On with the show!

 

AUGUST 24, 2026
EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA

ROGERS PLACE

 

 

The fireworks go off in the Rogers Place Arena as Moist "Tarantino" blasts through the speakers. 

 

 

Ash: WE! ARE! BACK!! And what better way to do the comeback story than in the home stadium of the first team to have 5-5! 5! 5! 5! Come-from-Behind Playoff Victories in a single season, the EDMOOOOONTON-

 

Crowd: OILERS!

 

Ash: Exactly!! And this is my first show in Seat 1, making me possibly the first non-binary lead commentator ever, and I am BEYOND thrilled to have in the other chairs Valerie Thomas and Marcus Donovan!

 

 

Marcus: Oh MAN is it great to be back on the mainland!!! No shade to GHW International, may it rest in peace, but this is where it's AT!

 

 

Valerie: Yo!

 

Ash: Okay, so we gotta talk briefly about what we didn't know at the time would be our season finale, Heart Condition.

 

Valerie: And what a way to go. Betrayals. Cash-ins. Champions reclaiming their seat at the table. A bomb that has completely obliterated one of our old titles. And a kidnapping.

 

Marcus: Even watching from the audience, my mouth was just agape the whole time. And, we ever find Jen? Like, do we know what happened to her?

 

Ash: I would hope she escaped the bomb but we can never be sure.

 

Valerie: ANYWAY! We are here for the pre-show action. Let's do this Edmonton. So if you are aware, we're about to jump headfirst into the Wild Card Tournament! The matches were all spun into play, with varying ranges of number of fighter and intensity of match. And even the order of the first two rounds of bracket are gonna be completely randomized.

 

Marcus: That's right! Bring out... the Big Ass Wheel!

 

 

Sheri brings out a young girl from the audience as the song plays, the two do a breakdance battle, and at "SPIN THAT WHEEL" she spins the wheel to cheers. 

 

The wheel lands on...

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is an Iron Survivor Match! Two fighters will start, and every 5 minutes a new competitor will enter! When the final competitor enters the match will remain for a final 5 minutes and the winner with the most pins will move on! If you are pinned, you must be in the penalty box for 2 minutes before returning!

 

Ash: We're wasting no time getting into the weeds, this tournament is insane in that some matches will have you with 5 opponents and others will have you with 1, but part Iron Man, part Gauntlet, this match is all brutality.

 

Valerie: Unlike most matches with multiple people, it actually benefits you to be early. It's a numbers game first and foremost, and if you can rack a fall or two in the first few minutes before the crowd comes in, you're in a good space. 

 

Sheri: Here are your first 2 competitors!

 

 

A white searchlight sweeps across the crowd. The Tribal Chief steps out slowly, scanning the arena like he’s mapping threats.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Houston, Texas, weighing at 260 pounds, the leader of Riot Block, THE TRIBAL CHIEF!

 

Marcus: Tribal Chief is lucky his match is early, cause he got an early start on the main card too with that Trios Match.

 

Valerie: It'll give him time to relish his victory here before leading his team to victory against the bunch of no names who thought they could step to the Block.

 

Halfway down the ramp he pauses, exhales sharply, then charges the ring with sudden explosive force. Inside, he circles every corner like he’s securing hostile territory.

 

The arena falls completely dark.

 

A low chant begins to echo through the building as the entrance screen displays shifting hieroglyphics. Golden light slowly rises across the stage, resembling sunlight breaking through the entrance of an ancient temple.

 

Two jackal statues appear on the screen as smoke covers the stage.

 

A deep voice declares:

“The scales have been prepared.”

 

The music erupts.

 

 

Khairos appears in full ceremonial attire, standing completely still with his head lowered. Behind him, a glowing golden ankh forms across the screen.

 

 

Sheri: AND the individual who drew Number 2! From the Sands of Judgment, weighing in at 245 pounds, KHAIIIIIROS! 

 

He slowly raises his head and begins walking toward the ring.

 

Khairos never rushes. Every step is controlled and deliberate. He ignores the crowd and keeps his attention fixed on the ring, carrying himself like a ruler approaching his throne.

 

Marcus: Of course, power when confronted by the Sands of Destiny themselves will often find themselves wanting.

 

Valerie: Careful, Socrates, you don't want to step into Aztec territory too early. Khairos will also be staring the Ancient One down later.

 

At ringside, Khairos stops and looks around the arena before stepping onto the apron. He enters the ring, moves to the centre and removes his mask.

 

Ash: The last thing we saw is that Khairos enthralled Farrah Lance and would have gotten Steve Thunder too, were it not for Aztec. But he is not looking for a follower today. He's looking to collect.

 

Khairos raises the mask above his head as golden light floods the arena and flames erupt along the entrance stage.

 

The screen displays his message:

BALANCE IS POWER. POWER IS DESTINY.

 

The two stare each other down for a long minute. The crackles of tension can be heard throughout the arena. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: The lock up, Khairos blasts Chief with a short-arm clothesline. Chief snaps to his feet, arm drag takes Khairos down, Chief immediately pops with a low dropkick, Khairos with a chop in response, pulls Chief in with a snap powerslam, and kicks Chief in the ribs. 

 

Marcus: Khairos scoops up Chief and the Pop-Up Sitout Powerbomb! Tribal Chief deals with the Sands of Time!!

 

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Marcus: Tribal reverses!

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Valerie: Khairos kicks! Tribal precludes him getting up though and blasts him with a backbreaker. This is what you need to do, keep Khairos down and a stomp out keeps that going.

 

Ash: Khairos cuts that off, Dragon Leg Screw, gets Tribal Chief on his shoulders...DESTINY DRIVER!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Khairos pins Tribal Chief! Khairos 1 Tribal Chief 0

 

Marcus: Tribal Chief goes into the box, 2 minute penalty.

 

Valerie: And that's what I'm talking about, get that early fall in.

 

Ash: While we await Tribal Chief's return, let's talk about what else is coming tonight. Aztec and Steve Thunder will be dealing with Khairos and his new lackey later, but that's not even the eighth of it. The XHW partnership has yielded some - shall we say, frustrating - shifts to the card.

 

Marcus: That's putting it nicely. Diego did NOT earn the third spot in the Legacy Title Match. And the Slip N Slides didn't earn a title shot against X-Treme Society. But Ed Savage Sr. wanted to get back at Dante and Victoria for refusing to "fall in line", so he pulled rank.

 

Valerie: And I mean, isn't that what this card is really all about? Revenge? Elijah's getting back at Balor. WildFire and the Blondes are getting back at the rest of Radio Silence. Dorian is looking to get back at Adara for the crowbar's use in his shot against Wild. Diana and Rox are looking to settle their differences. Nero and Psycho Extreme are finally going to get to go at it. ZLI's imploding in on itself. We already mentioned Steve and Aztec. I'm surprised SM and CON aren't in a boxing match.

 

Ash: And of course we're also getting back at XHW for blowing up half a year's worth of PPV by moving the Spring Fling to today and tying it to the Sink or Swim Rumble we would have had in previous years before International Incident took its place. And if you go back to Holiday Hellscape, the 1, 2, and final spots that were won in the White Elephant are still in play, so we know that we'll be it'll be Ishani and Wolfgunblud starting us off and Wonderwolf in the coveted final spot. 

 

Marcus: And it looks like time is about to end on the box.

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Valerie: We've got a minute 39 left until our next entrant, and Tribal Chief is back in this. 

 

Ash: Khairos doesn't even let him fully back in the ring! Up he goes for that High Angle Uranage!! Judgment Fall and he's looking to send him right back in! But Tribal rolls back to his feet before Khairos can get the cover and pops up with a DDT. Trying to keep Khairos down with a series of stomps, moves out of the way of Khairos grabbing the leg this time!

 

Valerie: He learned from his mistake, gets him up, going for the Spin and F5!!!! RIP AND TEAR!!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Tribal Chief pins Khairos! Tribal Chief 1 Khairos 1

 

Ash: Tribal Chief is gonna get a little over a minute alone to catch his breath and then a little under a minute alone with the next competitor before Khairos can return to combat.

 

Marcus: What happens if after the full time is over there's a tie?

 

Valerie: We would get a sudden death tiebreaker.

 

Marcus: Yeah, I guess it was a stupid question.

 

Valerie: Little bit, yeah. 

 

Ash: I would have expected Riot Block to be out here, but I'm glad that they aren't, this would have gone so much worse. 

 

Valerie: And we're about to get our next entrant!

 

10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

3. ERICA LANCE

 

Valerie: How embarrassing must it be if you're Erica Lance, and you've just committed to a whole new thing only for your group to blow up on itself? Like MAMA is no more.

 

Ash: She calls herself the Great Manipulator now, and I'm not looking forward to what that entails. 

 

Marcus: Tribal with a quick roll-up-goes nowhere, Lance with a kip-up Poison Rana! Poison the Well!! I hate that name but the move is effective.

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Erica Lance pins Tribal Chief! Erica Lance 1 Tribal Chief 1 Khairos 1

 

Valerie: Erica wasted no time tying it up, and this means that we're going to have about half this leg with at most 2 people, which is advantageous to Khairos and Erica. 

 

Ash: You can see that Khairos is itching to get out of the box, and Erica taking the time to stretch and shrug off the boos coming from the crowd.

 

Marcus: Oh she's going full Hogan with the hand motions now. Why do I feel like she's got some unfortunate words lined up. 

 

Ash: I sure hope we can get the clock counting down before she gets to a mic. And here we go. 

 

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

Marcus: Khairos back out of the box, in with an Irish Whip and ERICA WITH THE POISON THE WELL AGAIN! COME ON NOW!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Erica pins Khairos! Erica Lance 2 Tribal Chief 1 Khairos 1

 

Ash: I think Lindy might be counting a little fast.

 

Valerie: No, it's lined up well with the clock. 

 

Marcus: How do we know that Great Manipulator isn't just manipulating you?

 

Valerie: I don't get manipulated.

 

Ash: Well this means MORE than half of this leg now is going to be at most 2 people, Tribal Chief and Khairos are finding themselves in and out of the box with a quickness. It's for a little bit more time now just Erica and the crowd. Hopefully Tribal Chief can hold her off enough for us to get some multi-person action.

 

The crowd chants "You Suck!" Angle-style. 

 

Marcus: Well, this match has been more box than bout, but that's how the competitors want to keep it.

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Valerie: Tribal Chief back, Khairos still has a minute to go, Chief yanks Erica up and a Rip and Tear!! BUT SHE REVERSES THE PIN! 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Tribal Chief remembering that kicking up is an option! To his feet, Erica with a standing dropkick, Chief staggers back, Erica goes for a second but Tribal Chief grabs her by the legs and whips her into the buckles! Oh yeah!

 

Valerie: Gets into the corner, here we go and another Rip and Tear!! Let's see her reverse this AGAIN.

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Tribal Chief pins Erica Lance! Tribal Chief 2 Erica Lance 2 Khairos 1

 

Ash: Erica Lance gets her first visit to the box, a little under 20 seconds until Khairos comes out. Tribal Chief a little sore he had to do that to her twice for her to stay down, but he made it work. 

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Valerie: Khairos back in action, and gets Tribal on the way in with a discus forearm and into the sitout Spinebuster! Tribal Chief rolls out of the way but Khairos gets him with the pendulum backbreaker! The cover!

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Marcus: REVERSAL! And Khairos kicks out, punch to the face of Chief on his way up, Chief returns in kind, Khairos blasts him with a short arm clothesline, Chief responds with a drop toe hold. Khairos tries to kick him away, Chief kicks the leg, pulls him up, rip and tear again! He's loving this move!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

 

Tribal Chief pins Khairos! Tribal Chief 3 Erica Lance 2 Khairos 1

 

Ash: Khairos back to the box AGAIN! 


Valerie: You have to give it to the competitors. They're coming in fast and hard with the big moves. Barely any wasted space. Keeping the ring as clean as possible. 

 

Ash: It's going to get harder as the next two enter, but you're not wrong that they've been pretty adept at it thus far. 

 

Marcus: And with everyone having falls notched, it's gonna be some catch up for the next two. 

 

Valerie: By the time Erica gets out of the box, there will only be 5 seconds left, so it's not gonna be enough time to re-shelf her before entrant 4, so it's going to start to get a little crazier in here.

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Marcus: Erica's out, and the countdown clock is already going!

 

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

4. KREY KRUEL

 

Ash: Krey Kruel joins the fray.

 

Marcus: -Fruel.

 

Valerie: Thanks I hate it. Tribal Chief going for the short-arm, Krey ducks and spinning kick to the back of his head. Back to his feet and any guess what his next move is? Rip and Tear? You got it, and Erica eats it. 

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Ash: Erica reverses again!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Erica Lance pins Tribal Chief! Erica Lance 3 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 1 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: Erica up KREY WITH A GERMAN! ROLLING INTO A SECOND AND A PIN!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Erica reverses again!! She can't be stopped!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Erica Lance pins Krey Kruel! Erica Lance 4 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 1 Krey Kruel 0

 

Valerie: She must have done some real training over our time off!

 

Ash: Or some manipulation.

 

Valerie: Really?

 

Marcus: It's right in her name. 

 

Ash: Well Khairos is about to return, hopefully will set this right.

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Valerie: He's back in and she gets him with a Crucifix Driver! BUT HE REVERSES!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Khairos pins Krey Kruel! Erica Lance 4 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 2 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: Well... he's gotten himself a minute's respite. 

 

Marcus: And then it's gonna be 3 people entering in the span of a minute, so we're lookin' at a "That Escalated Quickly" situation. 

 

Valerie: Not to mention that once Erica is out it'll be under a minute until Cellula enters to complete the set. And if you look at the scores here, as it stands now Cellula would need to average a fall a minute to have a chance of winning this, because Erica Lance has just been on one. 

 

Ash: I bet Khairos wishes he'd brought his staff to the ring. 

 

Valerie: I bet he wishes he didn't have to face Farrah's sister in there, because he's got her all riled up. 

 

Marcus: You can see he's calculating something. I think it might be the timing and location of the relative penalty boxes. Ope, here we go. 

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Marcus: OGs of this match in, Tribal Chief reverses the clothesline and back to Ol' Faithful, Rip and Tear. 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! 

 

Ash: KREY INTERRUPTS THE PIN! She needs their numbers to stay down if she has any hope of getting somewhere in this match! Tribal Chief picks Khairos up and huge backbreaker! Tribal Chief and Krey Kruel looking at each other, DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER TO KHAIROS!! Erica enters just in time to see the chaos!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: ERICA FROM UP TOP BREAKS THE DOUBLE PIN WITH A SPLASH!! WE HAVE 4 FIGHTERS NOW!!

 

Ash: Khairos pops Tribal up with the Sands of Time as Krey hits a snap suplex on Erica! Lindy saw Khairos first!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Khairos pins Tribal Chief! Erica Lance 4 Khairos 3 Tribal Chief 3 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: Lindy switches focus.

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Valerie: Erica able to reverse! Krey would have had it, but she kicks out now. 

 

Ash: Khairos snap powerslam to Krey Kruel-kicks out before the 1. Khairos undeterred, pops her up and the Sands of Time! 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Erica breaks up the pin! She doesn't want Khairos catching up to her. Krey slaps Khairos as she gets to her feet, and Erica hits a Tornado Spike DDT on him!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

Erica Lance pins Khairos! Erica Lance 5 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 3 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: Khairos goes in the box, and only 9 seconds until our final arrival.

 

9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

5. CELLULA

 

Ash: A wild Cellula appears! And immediately eats a Jumping Reverse STO! That's half the Shades of Krey but she chooses to go roll-up pin instead of submission! But he kicks before 1 ERICA POPS UP AND POISON THE WELL!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Erica Lance pins Krey Kruel! Erica Lance 6 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 3 Krey Kruel 0 Cellula 0

 

Valerie: Poison the Well to Cellula!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Cellula fights out!! But Erica right on top with the snapmare takeover. Cellula quick to his feet and belly to belly. He keeps it going and leg drop, oh but she rolls the leg as Tribal comes back,

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Ash: Kick up, Tribal in and Cellula blasts him with a Ghost Step!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cellula pins Tribal Chief! Erica Lance 6 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 3 Cellula 1 Krey Kruel 0

 

Marcus: Cellula spinning Erica around and Ghost Step Spinebuster to her too! BUT SHE REVERSES!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Cellula kicks, but right into Poison the Well! OH SHE GETS REVERSED!

 

Marcus: Taste of her own medicine! But she kicks.

 

Ash: And into a spinning suplex! Khairos released as Erica goes for the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: He's out again! And Khairos with a huge boot pushing Erica back! Cellula charging Khairos, Khairos ducks behind him and goes for the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Valerie: Cellula won't stay down, ducks Erica, Solo Fantasmi e Ombre!! 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cellula pins Erica Lance! Erica Lance 6 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 3 Cellula 2 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: Krey comes in as Erica goes out, and when Erica returns she'll have 25 seconds to pad her lead. Or possibly regain it. Khairos looks to put Krey out with the Pharaoh's Wrath back elbow!!

 

Lindy: ONE! 

 

Valerie: Krey kicks out, but Khairos puts her right back down with a snap powerslam! OH NO SHE REVERSES! But he kicks before the one.

 

Marcus: Cellula rolls Khairos up!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cellula pins Khairos! Erica Lance 6 Tribal Chief 3 Khairos 3 Cellula 3 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: With that, Khairos is effectively out, as there is 1 second less in the match as there is in the Penalty Box, and he ends with 3 falls. 

 

Valerie: Krey is effectively unable to win but she can be a spoiler, spinning neckbreaker to Cellula. Cellula responds with an elbow strike, Krey with a cross chop! Cellula blasts her with Ghost Step! Cover-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cellula pins Krey Kruel! Erica Lance 6 Cellula 4 Tribal Chief 3 Cellula 3 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: At this point, Cellula needs to pin both individuals to force a tie, otherwise Erica's taken it.

 

 

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Valerie: Tribal Chief is out, Cellula mows him down with a clothesline! Grabbing by the legs, Alabama Slam! SOLO FANTASMI E OMBRE!!! 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cellula pins Tribal Chief! Erica Lance 6 Cellula 5 Tribal Chief 3 Cellula 3 Krey Kruel 0

 

Ash: Erica Lance comes out in under 35 seconds, and then we'll see if either Cellula pushes the sudden death or Erica ekes the win!

 

Marcus: He'll have only 21 seconds to put her down. But it can be done. 

 

Valerie: The penalty boxes are done for the match. We're either gonna get our winner right here and now, or we're going into sudden death. Here she comes...

 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

 

Ash: In she comes, he pulls her up for the Ghost Step NO SHE REVERSES FOR THE POISON RANA!!! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN!!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: REVERSE!!!

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Valerie: And she reverses back.

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Erica Lance pins Cellula! Erica Lance 7 Cellula 5 Tribal Chief 3 Cellula 3 Krey Kruel 0

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, with 7 Falls, and advancing to the next round, the Great Manipulator, ERICA! LANCE!

 

Ash: And Erica Lance is the first to advance. Cellula came very close to pushing the limit at the end, but just couldn't get it done. 

 

Marcus: This crowd is NOT happy with this outcome, especially with Erica Lance pushing for Canadian statehood on social media. And I cannot blame them.

 

The crowd boos Erica Lance mercilessly. 

 

Ash: Before we have a riot, let's move onto our next match.

 

The wheel is brought back out. The crowd sings "SPIN THAT WHEEL" with the song. 

 

Sheri: Our next match will be...

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is the House of X-Treme Match! The first individual to notch 3 falls will be the winner!

 

The red carpet rolls out and spotlights flash around. Mark Anderson stands in the middle spotlight and takes his sunglasses off.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Hollywood, California, and we have been legally barred by his representatives from revealing his weight, one half of the MAWLIWOOD Blondes, RED CAPET MARK ANDERSON!

 

Scattered boos come through the arena. He takes in the boos as if they were cameras.

 

Valerie: This man is an icon, and he does not deserve this treatment.

 

Marcus: He doesn't deserve this match.

 

Anderson takes his robe off and has a PA take it off, whispering dry cleaning instructions to him. 

 

Ash: Anderson will expect to have his robe taken care of by the time the show is over. 

 

 

White "snow" comes down to represent sugar as the lights hit a blue and pink swirl effect. TJ Laurel slides out on her heel, straightening out her suit jacket at the edge of the stage. 

 

 

Sheri: From Tsawwassen, British Columbia, representing E.M. Powered, Too Smooth TJ Laurel!!

 

Ash: We were wondering back at Heart Condition who this was when the name came up, we didn't have much to go on, apparently EM He still has some pull and was able to get a new recruit or two into the wheel's purview. And, she's apparently a famous Canadian baker, so we'll see how this goes.

 

TJ keeps her eyes straight ahead as she keeps her hands on her suit. 

 

Valerie: Well, we don't even know if this is a real wrestler or a stunt casting, but EM's gambit seemed to work in that she was pulled. 

 

Marcus: It only works if she's effective.

 

The light setup changes to a more tropical set-up with green, red, blue, and yellow lights. 

 

 

Petey Peacock extends his arms and mimics flying around the stage. 

 

 

Sheri: From Fortaleza, Brazil, weighing in at 261 pounds, one half of Birds of Play, PETEY PEACOCK!! 

 

He runs down the ramp high-fiving people as he comes down, then trampolines into a corkscrew flip clean over the rope.

 

Valerie: He's out of his element. He's in the cold, he's fighting by himself, we'll see how he does. 

 

He flexes his feathers. 

 

Ash: Only one person left to come in, and that person has more of a personal connection to this match type!

 

 

A burning X fills the Titan tron as Start The Shooting by A Day To Remember starts blasting. Victoria  struts out confidently, moving with the flow of the music as the crowd explodes.

 

 

Sheri: AND FINALLY! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, part of the X-Treme Society and one half of the MAWL Tag Team Champions, VICTORRRRRRIA SCYTHE!

 

She stops at the top of the ramp as the Titan tron starts displaying ‘Watch your step’ in burning letters as the chorus plays. As Victoria walks down the ramp, pyro goes off on either side of the ramp with each step. After a few she stomps triggering the stage to fill with red and silver sparks.

 

Valerie: This is an unfair advantage.

 

Ash: This was the nature of the wheel, sucks for the others but you can't control fate.

 

She walks down the ramp and to the ring, strutting up the stairs and climbs up onto the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. She hops into the ring and  stands in the center, posing with her hands on her hips. Her eyes moving between her three opponents. She raises her foot up high and stomps, setting off red and silver sparks above the ring.

 

Marcus: The match of course most associated with Victoria's brother Justin, better known to wrestling fans everywhere as Def Jam, but Victoria and her tag partner Dante did also walk out of one of these with a title. 

 

Ash: There is talk that we'll get a new design for this event, but for now we're going standard cell. Everyone staring each other down, no one too keen to make the first strike. Wait... what is coming.... down?

 

The new ring arrives. Everyone is made to leave the original ring, as a new ropeless ring that is... a... dodecahedron? ... lowers.

 

 

Marcus: We're... only in our second match... and already we've got this coming out?

 

Valerie: Our second KICKOFF SHOW Match.

 

Ash: Welcome to MAWL, folks. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: Nobody to keen the make the first strike, no ropes to run off of, the temptation to grab a weapon balancing against the risk of turning your back to 3 equally hungry competitors. 

 

Marcus: Pour one out for Kenny Prince, who's gonna have his hands full.

 

Ash: You got that right OH first swing by TJ Laurel and that was a rookie mistake, she telegraphed it and Mark Anderson deftly dodges and pops her up, Victoria Scythe catches her and Powerbomb! Petey springboarding off the side of the cage for an Asai Moonsault and Anderson catches him, Spinning Powerslam! Victoria spins Anderson around and going for a Cutter quickly, Anderson pushes her off and going for the back suplex and Victoria kicks off the side of the steel and gets some Stratusfaction with that bulldog! 

 

Marcus: All it took was one match to light this place up!!

 

Valerie: If she messed up Mark's face there's gonna be a lot of angry fangirls. 

 

Marcus: Oh I'm sure he had it insured Spinning Wheel Kick by Petey to Victoria you can't stand still for even a millisecond in this environment. 

 

Ash: Petey using his speed to climb up to the platform quickly, before anyone in the ring can clock it.

 

Valerie: I wish he'd be going for a weapon but knowing Petey he's probably gonna try some flyboy nonsense. 

 

Marcus: You'd gotta admit, that would be sick.

 

Valerie: In the very rare chance he makes it sure but if not, that will be an ex-parrot. 

 

Ash: Anderson runs Victoria into the side of the wall and Petey shaken a bit and trying to hold on, Anderson throwing blows to the midsection, Victoria trying to brace herself goes low and gets hold of his legs and running spinebuster gets her out of that scrape OH but Laurel catches her out as she tries to get to her feet with a shotgun dropkick! And an early cover-

 

Kenny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Victoria kicks, did Laurel really think she was gonna get her first fall that quickly OH DAMN DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT BY PETEY PEACOCK STOPS LAUREL FROM GETTING UP!

 

Valerie: Okay, I'll give him that. Oh but Anderson pulls him out of the potential pin.... High Angle German Suplex! Marquee Suplex!

 

Kenny: ONE!

 

Ash: VICTORIA SCYTHE GRABS ANDERSON'S LEGS AND ROLLS OVER TO TRY TO GET A DOUBLE PIN!

 

Kenny: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: TJ LAUREL COFFIN DROPS INTO THE WHOLE PREDICAMENT! Smart move, even with a three fall win condition you don't want to give up any falls.

 

Marcus: And I'll give her that. Pushing off the cell wall like that for a Coffin is not something you see every day. They seem to be functioning without the ropes just fine.

 

Ash: And TJ Laurel and Victoria Scythe the first to their feet, but they're both deciding they want to see what weapons are available, make use of the hardcore elements of this match. 

 

Marcus: But they're leaving Anderson alone with Petey Peacock, and Anderson's mounting him with fists, Petey getting his legs up around Anderson's head and going for a headscissors lock, trying to get Anderson's arm into an armbar as well, ANDERSON UP AND HE'S GOT HIM INTO SPINEBUSTER POSITION! 

 

Valerie: TJ Laurel sees it going down and turns her attention, but Victoria can't be bothered, I thought this was supposed to be her match type but she's more interested in a chair. Not gonna win that way.

 

Ash: Anderson with the Sitout Spinebuster TJ LAUREL FROM THE SKY WITH A LEG DROP! TJ LAUREL COMPLETES THE FINAL TAKE AND SHE HOOKS BOTH OF PETEY'S LEGS INTO A CRADLE! 

 

Marcus: She just stole the MAWLIWOOD Tag Finisher AND Anderson's pin! Anderson shoves her off like a little bOH SHIT VICTORIA CRAIL GRABS THAT CHAIR INTO THE FACE OF ANDERSON!! SHE SPINS AROUND WITH LIKE NOTHING QUEEN CUTTER TO TJ!!

 

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Victoria Scythe pins TJ Laurel for her first fall!

 

Ash: Victoria not wasting time celebrating her first fall, she knows she has more work to do, pulls TJ up before TJ can get moving on her own and drops her right back down with a Gutwrench Suplex, Anderson gets her with a Spinning Sidebuster but immediately Petey drops a knee on the back of his head! Petey grabs Anderson in a headlock and going for a Reverse Suplex, Victoria catches the legs in air, MAGIC KILLER! THE TWO WITH AN IMPROMPTU ODE TO THE GOOD BROTHERS! They take a moment to do the Too Sweet but here comes Too Smooth TJ Laurel and double clothesline blasts them both! 

 

Valerie: You DON'T TAKE YOUR EYE OFF THE BALL FOR EVEN A SECOND!

 

Marcus: TJ Laurel back to the cell wall, oh, this is interesting, she's climbing up it backwards. 

 

Valerie: Doesn't want to take her eyes off her opponents, but this is still a dangerous thing and you aren't able to rely on your toes for the extra grip, Victoria going for the boot to smash her against the side OH TJ ABLE TO PULL HERSELF UP AND AWAY! USING HER FREE LEGS, DROPPING HER HANDS A LITTLE BUT FRANKENSTEINER SMASHES VICTORIA'S FACE INTO THE CELL WALL! 

 

Marcus: Cool move but now she's upside down and she's trying to proceed up the cell wall upside down, at this point just jump down and start over. 

 

Ash: Anderson giving Petey a ramp, jumping off his back and cannonball senton takes TJ off the wall!

 

Marcus: Told you!

 

Valerie: Anderson making the climb now, and he was smart enough to go to a different wall than where all the bodies are splayed. There's not gonna be too much of a chance to catch up to him. 

 

Ash: Petey sees what's happening, but choosing to leave Mark alone and La Magistral roll-up to TJ!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Victoria interrupts with a cross-body, and her momentum keeps her rolling OH NO it only rotated the pin!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

TJ Laurel pins Petey Peacock for her first fall!

 

Valerie: You can tell Victoria is pissed about this, but she kinda screwed herself.

 

Marcus: Victoria's frustration gets the better of her, she comes full speed at TJ Laurel and jumps up, Flying Gallows Choke TJ RUNS HER FACE FIRST INTO THE CELL!

 

Ash: Laurel eats a Rocket Kick by Petey pushing her into Victoria, blasts Laurel with that European Uppercut he calls Ride the Crest, up over his head into the Military Press.... DOWN INTO A FRONT SLAM! And Victoria thanks him with a DDT! 

 

Valerie: So ungrateful. 

 

Marcus: Anderson taking his time picking out a weapon, you'd think he was looking for a Met Gala outfit. 

 

Valerie: You're just jealous he'd actually be invited. 

 

Ash: He unlatches a table and sends it down to the ground floor, he's lucky it didn't shatter on impact, he takes the chain of it too, wraps it around his hand and down he dives for a Superman Punch and Petey is the unfortunate recipient of it! Going for the cover-

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! 

 

Valerie: TJ pulls Anderson back into a La Magistral!!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

TJ Laurel pins Red Carpet Mark Anderson for her second fall!

 

Marcus: TJ is in a really strong position SHE TAKES A GERMAN SUPLEX FROM VICTORIA!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Victoria Scythe pins TJ Laurel for her second fall!

 

Valerie: The women are getting the job done!

 

Marcus: You're not wrong. Both Anderson and Peacock are goose egging it right now ANDERSON ROLLS UP SCYTHE!!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Red Carpet Mark Anderson pins Victoria Scythe for his first fall!

 

Marcus: That's what we call a real Rock Paper Scissors situation. 

 

Ash: And Petey was saved from it by Laurel stealing the pin, but Laurel is no friend of the bird, in fact she just flipped the bird! Back body drop and Petey lands roughly on his neck, Laurel grabbing the chain from Anderson and just going to town on Petey Peacock! Anderson to his feet, trying to stalk the chain back but Victoria up with the tilt-a-whirl headscissors NO! SHE PARLAYS IT INTO THE FLYING GALLOWS ANDERSON WITH THE NORTHERN LIGHTS!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Victoria with the shoulder up! Yes Queen!

 

Valerie: That Flying Gallows isn't working for her. She gets Anderson with the judo arm flip, he lands and gives it back in kind, SCOOP SLAM TO VICTORIA INTO THE CELL WALL! oh looks like Petey's got a hold of the chain and pulls Laurel in for a ripcord snap DDT! Some actual fight from the bird!

 

Ash: He's got the table and setting it up, here we go, he picks Laurel up and into the Military, we may be getting a Plumage Press Right now MARK ANDERSON GETS UNDER PETEY! WE GOT A TOWER OF DOOM AND ANDERSON ELECTRIC CHAIRS THEM THROUGH THE TABLE!! HE'S GONNA TRY TO PIN THEM BOTH AT ONCE!!!

 

Kenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Red Carpet Mark Anderson pins TJ Laurel for his second fall!

 

Valerie: He's...furious! Kenny Prince is only calling the one fall! What a robbery!

 

Ash: Not so fast, not so fast.

 

Anderson continues to argue with Prince, Prince reviews the footage on the tron and calls Sheri over after a second of deliberation.

 

The crowd goes silent as they watch along with the footage.

 

Sheri: The official call is that Petey Peacock got his shoulder up at the 2 count! Mark Anderson only completed the pin on TJ Laurel and stands at two falls! 

 

The crowd goes wild, Anderson kicks the broken table piece VICTORIA LOCKS IN THE FLYING GALLOWS ON PETEY!

 

Marcus: Victoria took the moment! Soon as she saw Anderson wasn't given the win she pounced, and the hold finally takes shape.

 

Valerie: She couldn't get it on TJ, couldn't get it on Mark, but third time's a charm and Petey taps. 

 

Marcus: And with that Victoria Scythe is our second winner of the night!! HELL YEAH!!

 

Victoria Scythe makes Petey Peacock submit for her third and final fall! Victoria Scythe wins!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round.... VICTOOOOOOORIA SCYTHE!!

 

Valerie: I may have been pulling for TJ Laurel-

 

Marcus: You absolutely were.

 

Valerie: But I'm happy to see two women advance in a row. In fact, I wonder if this next round could be mostly women. That would be pretty amazing. 

 

Ash: Well, let's see what the wheel holds now.

 

Spin That Wheel plays again as the next fan comes out to give it a good pull. It lands on...

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a STEEL CAGE Match! The only way to win is to go over the cage wall or through the door!

 

The lights go deep, deep purple.

 

 

Jaguar King bounces from foot to foot in time with the bass drum, then stomps with a shout at the hi-hat, causing a crown shaped pyro display to shoot off behind him. 

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From New York, New York, one part of the Animalities, weighing in at 248 pounds, JAAAAAGUAR KIIIING!

 

The crowd pops off as Jaguar King walks with conviction down the ramp, occasionally giving high fives as he goes.

 

Marcus: This really would be an international incident! Jaguars and lemurs are from completely different sides of the world, but one would have to think that had they met, lemurs would be easy prey for jaguars. 

 

Ash: And the wheel knew what it was doing, this is going to have a very escape the zoo energy as we will literally have two caged animals. 

 

Jaguar King hops up onto the apron and enters through the top turnbuckle, where he gets the crowd pumped once more before jumping with a spin into the ring. Another crown pyro goes off using the four corners to create a 3D effect. 

 

Valerie: And I'm personally excited that this could continue the trajectory of women-

 

 

Ash: What the crap is this.

 

 

Nick: There's gonna be a change in plans, we decided.

 

Marcus: Who's "we"?

 

Nick: Can I get a whoop from the real men in this audience?

 

Some of the crowd whoops. Not a large portion.

 

Nick: That wasn't loud enough, and that's exactly why I'm here. That's exactly why the Manosphere is here, and we've been watching backstage, and you all just proved the problem. This is why the women have been winning these matches, because you're afraid to rise up. Well, no fear, we're here to make the true path clear. 

 

Boos. This guy sucks.

 

Nick: And as to why I'm interrupting this match in particular... well, one of our new brothers has... taken care of... your competition, and will be taking her place. 

 

The music starts back up, and out comes...

 

 

The crowd boos immensely. Leon has the slightest smirk on his face.

 

Ash: Oh no, is that... Lionheart? 

 

Valerie: Not anymore. 

 

Nick: That's right, [censored]uar, your running buddy was tired of playing animal dress-up with you. He knows where the REAL men are, and the Manosphere has welcomed Leon Ismael LeSin with open arms. 

 

Marcus: I hate this. I hate this so much.

 

Valerie: I hate what this group stands for, but you gotta admit, this fits the trouble at home theme. 

 

Leon steps into the ring, and starts hard-fist wailing on Jaguar before the cage can even lower. 

 

Ash: There's a lot of pent-up rage in this man, and these incel warriors have glommed onto and exploited it to make this man a true brutalizer. 

 

Marcus: What do you think he meant by "take care of"? 

 

Ash: Knowing the energy here, he probably beat a woman. 

 

The cage finally lowers and the bell mercifully rings. 

 

Ash: Well... for better or worse, this match is officially underway. 

 

Valerie: Jaguar King is already in trouble, and this just started. Leon grabs him by his hair and flips him onto the side of the cage! And just pulverizing his face with that closed fist. 

 

Ash: MAWL's policy on closed fist was never quite consistent and usually pretty lax and this is making a good case as to why that should not be. Jaguar struggling to get his wits about him long enough to even think about fighting back, and Leon is just rabid in there.

 

Marcus: They took the heart out of the lion. He's got Jaguar in a headlock and just blasting him with knees to the midsection. Fight back, dude! I know you got it in you!

 

Ash: Jaguar finally getting ahold of the situation, grabs Leon's knee and Release Fisherman Suplex! Leon up, Jaguar gets him with an armdrag, Enzuigiri!

 

Valerie: Normally I find Jaguar kinda holier than thou but even I am pumped by this turn of events. Make him pay! 

 

Marcus: Wait, did we just become b-

 

Valerie: Don't push it.

 

Ash: Jaguar grabs Leon by the legs and wheelbarrow back suplex! Leon lands on his shoulderblades, rolling back to a 3-point stance, blasts Jaguar with a shoulder tackle, Jaguar pushed back to the ropes, Leon catches him with a Pele Kick, lands on his feet and Fastball punch! 

 

Marcus: "Real men do sports, grrr." 

 

Valerie: Jaguar gets the arm and judo flip to Leon! Following it up with a knee to the face and a Snap DDT! Hooks Leon up and he's got him in that Vertical Suplex, can he get him across the knees for the Jaguar Love? NO Leon slides down and Scottish Sickle! 

 

Marcus: In his Lionheart days, that would have been prime Code Blue territory, but it seems that Leon doesn't do fancy slams. Leon does street brawling. 

 

Ash: Jaguar to his feet, blocks a second Fastball punch and spins Leon around... Inverted Suplex! If he's not gonna do it, he's gonna eat it instead! 

 

Valerie: Jaguar takes the moment to head towards a cell wall, smart to do it opposite side from where Leon is downed, and he's gonna begin the climb OH NO LEON TO HIS FEET TOO QUICKLY AND A RUNNING POLISH HAMMER TO THE BACK OF JAGUAR! 

 

Marcus: He's got his claws in though, Jaguar not letting go of the cage wall, but this is just giving Leon a chance to do more damage unless he starts moving and Leon slams the knee into the cell wall! And again! And a third time, and that's gonna take Jaguar down. 

 

Valerie: I hate to say it but it's real smart to focus on the limbs in this match, that was good work by Leon. And Leon just hammering down on that knee with leg breakers, Jaguar trying to kick him away, trying not to scream, Leon lifting the knee higher and higher with each drop, really trying to damage Jaguar's knee for the long term oh and he lifts too high! Jaguar able to flip back to his feet, RANHEI!! 

 

Ash: He's operating almost on instinct with these moves, and you can see him hobbling a bit, Leon licking his lips, goes for the chop block JAGUAR EVADES IT WITH A BACK FLIP! That's the thing about being a veteran, you have a sense of what people will try to do to capitalize on an injury. Jaguar still favoring that foot, but enough wherewithal to grab Leon's trunks and left arm.... bouncer toss! Headfirst Leon goes into the cage wall! Jaguar lining up.... going for the Coronation Kick, calibrating his attack, up he goes LEON WITH AN STO! 

 

Valerie: Leon read the tea leaves, this is what happens when your old friend doesn't change their ways. You knew how to work with it, and now you know how to dismantle it. 

 

Marcus: It's the first sign of actual wrestling we've seen from Leon, and now he's looking to switch gears, looking for a potential ankle lock, back-leg enzuigiri by Jaguar! They are both down! 

 

Ash: Jaguar's instinct is to make sure his enemy is down down, he fights to his feet, picking up Leon.... Claw to the face and slams him down! ROYAL CLAW!

 

Valerie: He's trying to get to the wall, oh still having some trouble with that leg, going instead for the door... Lemuria is here to get her revenge...

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner...and advancing to the next round...Leon Israel LeSin.

 

Ash: Holy Internalized Misogyny, Batman! Lemuria throws herself in with the Manosphere!

 

Lemuria looks into the camera.

 

Lemuria: Attention, women here, women watching at home, Leon here has wisely reminded me that a woman's place is supporting her man. And with that, I am now Demuria, and my purpose here - as all of your purpose should be - is supporting my hungry boys. With food, and with love, and with being there to help them be their best. 

 

She tosses her hair back and the two of them walk back to the backstage to sustained boos.

 

Marcus: I think what she considers "their best" and the rest of us considers "their best" is vastly, VASTLY different. 

 

Ash: Well, this is gonna be a major issue later, particularly as this Manosphere is scheduled to be in the Next Level Match. But let's now see what the Wheel holds for us.

 

Spin That Wheel plays as a new fan spins...that wheel... 

 

 

Sheri: The following is an Undisputed Match! In order to win, you must obtain three of the following conditions - pin, submit, KO, bleed.

 

https://audio.com/ryan-crowley-hughes/audio/anti-system-theme-song

 

Alessia Romano storms forward, completely unreceptive to the crowd that is providing a mixed reaction.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! Representing Anti-System, from Roma, Italy, ALESSIA ROMANO!!!

 

Alessia slams her hands on the apron then rolls into the ring.

 

Valerie: Anti-System were full of championships for a hot minute, but now they are back to square 1 and a win here would certainly help Alessia and through this Anti-System writ large.

 

 

The music crescendos, and when the distortion kicks in, Hyrax pops up like a gopher shot out from a spring.

 

 

Sheri: From the Bale Mountains in Ethiopia, weighing in at 281 pounds, HYRAX!!

 

Hyrax headbangs as he walks down the ramp, occasionally high-fiving fans. 

 

Ash: You're NOT seeing Capybara, this is a different little rodent themed wrestler that we've now hired.

 

Marcus: Maybe they'll work together.

 

Valerie: Sure, centralize them. It'll make it easier to punt them.

 

Hyrax jumps up buckle to buckle from the apron outside the ring, like he's climbing a tree, then rolls in to cheers.

 

 

The lights flash in and out of being dark to bright, Pariah comes out with a red solo cup.

 

 

Sheri: From Ames, Iowa, representing Chi Eta Sorority, one half of Amerika's Most Wanted, PARIAH!!

 

Pariah toasts the Solo Cup and chugs it, then spits it in the direction of the audience and throws the cup into the crowd.

 

Ash: She was apparently already a mess before XHW decided to show their faces here, and now it's gone from sloppy to obnoxious.

 

She walks down mouthing off to the crowd, threatening to start fights.

 

Valerie: That means we've only got one person left to come in. And ugh. It's this one.

 

The lights go pitch black for a second. All is quiet.

 

 

Suddenly a familiar guitar riff echoes through the arena and and blue lights flicker in time to the opening licks of AC/DC “Thunderstruck.” Even if you don’t know the man, you can’t deny the song, and the crowd goes NUTS. They chant “THUNDER” in time to the bass drums during which the lights in time briefly flash white to mimic the energy of a thunderstorm.

 

The main riff comes in lightning bolts erupt around the arena.

 

 

A blonde man comes running out, and throws the horns to the left of the crowd, igniting a brief pillar of flame. He runs to the right of the stage and gives the horns to that side of the crowd, igniting a brief pillar of flame.

 

Sheri: AND! From Slaughter Beach, weighing in at 203 pounds, one half of The Ocean, STING RAY STEVE THUNDER!!!

 

He comes charging down the ramp, high fiving anyone he can. He runs around the ring and all the way back to the other side of the ramp continuing this high five.

 

Ash: The crowd has nothing but love for this man.

 

Valerie: Yes, because they're stupid.

 

Back in the center of the ramp he lets out a hell yeah scream and sprints full force to the ring, springboarding himself and flipping over the apron, throwing a final set of horns and then whipping off the trenchcoat dramatically in preparation for the fight.

 

The bell rings!

 

Marcus: Once again, four people need to get three falls, but this is in a regular ring and you can only get a win condition once.

 

Valerie: Which is good because Steve can't just get that lock on everyone, which I am told is being called the Davy Jones Lock and  that Steve spent the time away working on getting it down.

 

Ash: Pariah out to the ringside, heading under the apron, Steve gonna charge towards the rope, Alessia stopping him in his tracks with a boot, scoops him up and tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Hyrax with a basement dropkick deals with Pariah, gets her up and runs her back-first into the barricade, throwing alternating back elbows.

 

Marcus: It's a tale of two fights, and it already looks like they're gonna hurt like the Dickens. 

 

Valerie: Pariah to the eyes of Hyrax, getting in the mask there, Alessia with a Samoan Drop to Steve and going for a quick pin-

 

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Thunder reversing into a side cradle-

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Ash: Kick up. Alessia rolling back, grabs at Steve's leg and Olympic Hammer Throws him into the corner. Outside, Pariah with a low kick to Hyrax, Snake Eyes him on the barricade.

 

Valerie: This is the kind of aggression that wins you matches. 

 

Marcus: You also have to do things like pin. Also I wouldn't have tossed Steve into a corner, the man's got reach like a Hall of Fame Quarterback.

 

Ash: Pariah holding Hyrax's head over the barricade and kicks to the ribs, oh Steve Springboards himself across the way, Coast to Coast Dropkick blasts Alessia into the turnbuckle and catches her off the rebound, Spanish Fly! 

 

Jenny: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Alessia shoulders up. Hyrax getting quick elbows into the sternum of Pariah and single-arm backbreaker. 

 

Marcus: Thunder hitting the ropes, springboard to Asai Moonsault, Alessia gets the knees up. Oof my dude.

 

Ash: Wasting no time, Alessia hooks his waist and Gutwrench Powerbomb, going for a sitout pin-

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Valerie: Thunder rolls her back-

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Ash: And the kickout, but Thunder ready for her and huracanrana! She bounces up quickly and German Suplex, Thunder dropped on his neck but able to backflip away OH but Alessia immediately wrecks him with a clothesline sending him out to the apron but he pops back up and Somersault Senton takes her right back down, she pushes Thunder off before he can pin her OH SNAP HYRAX FROM SEEMINGLY OUT OF NOWHERE GETS THEM BOTH WITH A SPLASH!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Hyrax pins Steve Thunder and Alessia Romano and has fulfilled his first condition!

 

Marcus: What a way to make an introduction! 

 

Valerie: Only gonna get him one condition though, and he now has pinning off the board. 

 

Marcus: Early lead is an early lead. 

 

Ash: Pariah launches herself in the ring now! Going for the Blockbuster on Steve NO! STEVE WRAPS HIS ARMS BACK AND PARIAH GOES DOWN!! SETTING UP FOR THE DAVY JONES, AND PARIAH TAPS BEFORE HE CAN GET TO PART 2!

 

Steve Thunder makes Pariah submit and has fulfilled his first condition!

 

Valerie: He burned that early, he's going to have to rely on whatever other skills he has to get through this match. Doesn't look good for him. 

 

Ash: Don't be so sure. He won a Last Man Standing against Gozu using it, it could get him the KO win as well. 

 

Marcus: I believe!

 

Valerie: Chill out Ted Lasso.

 

Ash: Pariah to her feet, Hyrax has a Rocket Kick ready for her. Alessia back at it with Thunder and deadlift into a back bear hug! She could be looking to get a submission fall on him here and now oh but Hyrax hasn't stopped moving and turns it into a double team with a boot! Alessia none too happy with the critter, one arm backbreaker! Thunder to his feet, Pariah already looking for the charge, instinctive drop toe hold by Thunder puts her over the middle rope, Thunder might be trying to channel his inner Mysterio now, off the ropes ALESSIA CATCHES HIM OUT WITH A BACK BODY DROP! 

 

Marcus: Ah but see, here is where Thunder's body intelligence comes into play, he's able to extend his distance mid flight pushing his body forward and turns it into a somersault leg drop! He hits his intended target anyway, just not how he originally planned!

 

Valerie: Alright, fine, I have to give him that. He didn't think much about the landing though, and out he spills to the floor. These fighters who are locked into multiple fights in a night sure don't seem to remember that from fight to fight, they throw their all into everything. 

 

Marcus: But that's what they're meant to do.

 

Valerie: Yes, but Steve has that trios match later, and unless he wants to put much of the onus on Daniel and Aztec, he's not gonna be a ton of help if he comes out of this wrecked. 

 

Ash: Your point is well taken Valerie. Inside the ring, Hyrax is trying for an elevated triangle hold but Alessia turns it into a Black Hole Slam! Going for the cover-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: The kickout by Hyrax and he tries for a headlock, he's looking to take her down with a Rear Naked. 

 

Marcus: Smart. He knows he already has the pin locked, he's switching it up for the Submission now. 

 

Valerie: But he'd be smarter to do it on someone a little less strong, Alessia backpack stunner and a backlean lateral, hooks the leg-

 

Jenny: ONE! T-

 

Ash: Hyrax shoulders up, gets the Dragon Sleeper headlock on Alessia and an Orton Backbreaker! Looking to get in a Crossface, starts it up OH Hidden Blade by Pariah ends that with a quickness! Thunder up to the top going for the Corkscrew OH SNAP BOTH HYRAX AND ALESSIA GET THEIR KNEES UP! 

 

Marcus: Least comfortable landing pad ever! Thunder is sprawled and Jenny begins the KO count!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Alessia picks Steve up!!

 

Marcus: She realized she'd have to share the fall with Hyrax if he went down, and he's already 1 up on her! Spinebuster!! Wait, Pariah has something between her fists, oh she's Wolverine clawing bobby pins, SUPERGIRL PUNCH TO ALESSIA!! SHE'S DRAWN BLOOD!

 

Pariah makes Alessia Romano bleed and has fulfilled her first condition!

 

Ash: Three people now with a win condition, and they're each completely different. Thunder has a submission, Hyrax has a pin, and Pariah now has drawn blood. Oh Alessia sees red, literally and figuratively, and she is just WAILING on Pariah. 

 

Marcus: The Beast is Unleashed!

 

Valerie: Lifts Pariah up by the neck and Choke Bomb, Hyrax trying for a Sleeperhold, she's trying to swing him off CATCHES THUNDER WITH A FIST IN THE NOSE! Thunder's nose is bleeding!

 

Alessia Romano makes Steve Thunder bleed and has fulfilled her first condition!

 

Ash: And just like that, everyone is on the board. Alessia still trying to break the submission that Hyrax still has, she gets her arm back and a Backpack Stunner! Going for the cover-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Marcus: Thunder breaks up the pin with the standing Shooting Star! Pariah with a running dropkick blasts Thunder outta the ring. Pariah with a Tope Con Hilo OH but Thunder catches her out with a Powerbomb! Booyakasha! 

 

Valerie: Hyrax and Alessia throwing fists at each other, Hyrax with a lariat NO Alessia ducks it, Fireman's Carry dumps Hyrax back down, gets him back up and going up into the Military Press, this could only mean one THUNDER SPRINGBOARD SHOTGUN DROPKICK BLASTS ALESSIA BACK!! WHAT THE HELL!

 

Marcus: No one wants anyone to get that second condition, Pariah to the apron, HYRAX SMASHES HER FACE ON THE POLE!

 

Hyrax makes Pariah bleed and fulfills his second condition!

 

Ash: Thunder from behind Hyrax, O'CONNOR ROLL! 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Valerie: His sneakiness doesn't pay off, Hyrax kicks up! Hyrax picking Steve up in the Electric Chair OH Steve swings down into a DDT! Pariah up on the turnbuckle and Leg Lariat wipes out Steve! Get it girl!

 

Ash: Pariah momentum continuing, rolling and up to her feet just in time for Alessia to boot her right back, she rolls the other way, Thunder with Chaos Theory, going for the pin-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Marcus: Pariah kicks up, and grabs Thunder by the hair, throws him out of the ring, blasts him back with a Suicide Dive!! Thunder rolled back, Pariah with a running back elbow pushing Thunder back into the barricade. 

 

Ash: Pariah puts his arms back over the barricade, knee shots to the ribs, she goes up to the apron, springs off the ropes and hip drop puts him over the barricade! Alessia scoops up Hyrax and Military Press.... F-5!! 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Hyrax looking like roadkill in the ring! 

 

Jenny: THREE! FOUR!

 

Marcus: Pariah under the ring, she... oh, she's pulling out a glass pane and she's here making a bridge!

 

Jenny: FIVE! SIX! 

 

Ash: Pariah going back into the ring.

 

Jenny: SEVEN! EIGHT!

 

Marcus: Trying to get to Hyrax-

 

Jenny: NINE!

 

Valerie: Alessia successfully blocking her from undoing her work!

 

Jenny: TEN!

 

Alessia Romano KOs Hyrax to fulfill her second condition!

 

Ash: Pariah can't get there in time, switches gears and Hockey shirts Alessia! She's just punching her on the back, lifting her up into a suplex and going up, Superplex into the pane of glass! Hyrax struggling to his feet, Thunder up and going full Colt Cabana!! Chicago Skyline and Superman pin!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Steve Thunder pins Hyrax to fulfill his second condition!

 

Marcus: We just blew past that glass shattering moment, but both Pariah and Alessia are laid out! Pariah now the only one not to have a second condition notched, but she's hoping that this move OH THUNDER CORKSCREW MOONSAULTS OUT OF THE RING!! HE EFFECTIVELY RESETS WHAT COUNT THERE WOULD HAVE BIN HERE COMES HYRAX WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TAKING THUNDER BACK OUT! Madness! It's all Madness!

 

Ash: Three of these fighters now just one condition away. Thunder needs to make Hyrax bleed or KO someone, Hyrax needs to KO or submit someone, Alessia needs to submit or pin someone. Pariah has only completed the Bleed condition. Hyrax has been trying to get a submission on Alessia for a while now, he might have a better chance of trying to finagle a KO. 

 

Valerie: He could also try to submit Pariah or Thunder. Doesn't have to be Alessia. 

 

Marcus: Sense I get from Hyrax is he sets his mind to a goal, he's going for it. And he's got a full nelson on Alessia again trying to get her subdued, Pariah grabs some of the broken glass and wraps it in cloth and she swings it across the face of Thunder! This man is in real trouble! She does it again in the opposite direction! This is pointless, you already got the bleed!

 

Valerie: She seems to be going for a KO. Trying to get him too far beaten to be able to continue. Thunder is eating it like the dog he is, and it's so damn enjoyable to see.

 

Ash: Thunder trying to duck, grab, anything he can think of, and it's somewhat working but he's still getting grazed, he grabs a chair and that'll help him shield himself, he pushes the chair back with force and she just barely dodges her own cloth.

 

Marcus: Alessia trying to run Hyrax into the barricade, into the apron, he's not letting go but she's not going down.

 

Valerie: Thunder swings the chair and Pariah hi-tails it into the ring! Steve rolling in after her, lifts the chair to strike and...wait-

 

 

SM grabs the chair!

 

Marcus: OH COME ON.

 

Steve puts his hands on his hips and turns around. SM and Steve stare daggers at each other for a hot minute as the crowd pops off. 

 

Ash: Oh. This. This is bad.

 

SM mouths "Move, idiot" to Steve and motions with his head to the side. Steve catches it and evades...

 

SM WHANGS PARIAH WITH THE CHAIR! PARIAH SPINS AROUND AND RIGHT INTO STEVE'S ARMS FOR THE DAVY JONES LOCK!!!

 

POPMANIA RUNS WILD!!!

 

Marcus: SM.... SM JUST HELPED STEVE!!!

 

Ash: The only thing SM hates more than everyone who's here is everyone who shouldn't be here. 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! 

 

Valerie: He still potentially gave Steve the victory.

 

Jenny: THREE! FOUR!

 

Marcus: Not if the others can get in the ring fir-is that a stampede?

 

XHW fighters come out of the woodwork!! Deck of Hearts come out of the woodwork!! Anti-System is right behind!!!

 

 

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

 

Jenny: FIVE! SIX!

 

Marcus: MAWL IS RISING UP AND IT'S GLORIOUS!

 

Valerie: Jenny still counting Pariah, who far as I can tell is still somewhere under this rumble!

 

Ash: At this point, Steve, Hyrax, and Alessia aren't even registering the match! It's fists and feet everywhere!

 

Jenny: SEVEN! EIGHT!

 

Marcus: Steve, Alessia, and Hyrax might have been fighting Pariah this whole match-

 

Jenny: NINE!

 

Marcus: But SM drew first blood and ignited a true firestorm here. 

 

Jenny: TEN!

 

Steve Thunder KOs Pariah, with SM's assistance to obtain the final fall in this match!

 

Ash: We're gonna see two of those Point Break looking idiots from XHW that Abyss Breaker just tossed with no regard out of the ring later as apparently Ed Savage Sr has dictated that they are the first defense for the re-gained champs for X-Treme Society later on.

 

Valerie: Wait... where ARE the Society? Where are the Scythes? We saw Victoria in action earlier, we know Jared is fighting at some point during all this, why aren't they out here helping?

 

Marcus: Your guess is as good as mine.

 

Ash: Blackthorne using that chain to take Velvet Voltage out of the ring, and it looks like at least for now, the combined efforts of MAWL were enough to drive XHW back. And now that the chaos has cleared, Sheri can be safe to do her job.

 

Sheri: And your winner and advancing, Sting Ray Steve Thunder!

 

Marcus: For as intense and brutal a match as it was, the victory was almost an afterthought. I'll be curious to see if these groups can coexist in their war on XHW.

 

Ash: We know that in the Alphabet Cup beginning at Madness, that SM and Steve are set to be on a team together. But my darling wife is back with the crowd, so I think we're going to get a spin.

 

"Spin That Wheel" picks back up as a young man gives the wheel a good spin. And it lands on...

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Ladder Match!

 

 

A video of a helicopter, red carpet rolls out and a video of an explosion. High Risk Winston Lewis steps out to mixed reaction.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Hollywood, California, one half of the Signal Tag Team Champions the MAWLIWOOD BLONDES-

 

 

The EdgeRunners run him down with a ladder! They drag him by his hair into the ring, set up the ladders, Johnny takes him up the ladder, V from the other end....

 

DOUBLE SUPERPLEX!

 

They leave High Risk laid out at the foot of the ladder and disappear back into the crowd. 

 

Ash: Message sent by the Edge Runners in advance of their match tonight... they didn't even bother with the briefcase.

 

Valerie: They have their sights set on those Signal Championships. No distractions unless directed. 

 

Marcus: Well, this is a rare opportunity for-yep, the other two are forsaking their entrance and going right for the ladder!

 

Kyu and Lenore pop in from opposite ends of the crowd and dart right toward the ladder.

 

 

Valerie: They're not even registering each other! That's a top of the ladder problem!!

 

Ash: Beginning the climb, they're matching each other step for step-

 

Suddenly the lights go out, and the tron crackles.... it's the glowing Red Smiley Face!

 

Marcus: Oh. I always hate this. I hate this so, so much. I'd forgotten about this while I was at GHW.

 

The lights come on, and the screen remains with the image. Kyu continues climbing, but Lenore is transfixed. 

 

 

Ash: Rade never found a vessel during our time away. If you remember, Rena Terror betrayed him during the Mount Olympus Match and thought she could take the title for herself. But I guess the hunt is back on.

 

Valerie: The question is whether Lenore WILL be the Vessel or if Inge is Vessel-shopping.

 

Marcus: Well, one thing we know for sure, Kyu Ketsu got a real easy path to the next round. 

 

Kyu Ketsu unlatches the case to win!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner... and advancing to the next round... KYU KETSU!

 

Valerie: It will add an element of chaos, that's for sure. And I'm afraid... titillated... to see who is stuck facing him and in what way next round. 

 

Marcus: But for now let's keep this round going.

 

"Spin that Wheel" plays as a fan takes a spin at the wheel. Next match is...

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Last Woman Standing.

 

 

There's a slow decrease in lighting, and arena lights all but dim down to a hazing darkness. A cackling laugh bellows from the speaker before "Do It So Good” by Wargasm begins to play. The lights continue to flicker ominously. Then a mixture of a colorful light show, and small pyro works lights up.

 

The lights continue to flicker ominously. Then a mixture of a colorful light show, and small pyro works lights up. We see Jassy the ever jovial crazy girl slink out through the entrance way. Wearing a black leather attire with signature pink zebra print design. She struts over to one side of the top stage area.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From London, England, the leader of Sex Appeal, MIIIIIIND BLOWING JASSSSSY!

 

She moves and sways in rhythm to the music, then poses like a glam rocker mixed with a model. Her 'Sex Appeal' team mates accompany her to the ring.

 

Valerie: She's apparently got some special gear for International Incident proper, and I'm excited to see it, but I can understand not wanting to waste it on the pre-show.

 

A pyro, and a glitter bomb cannon explodes and colored glitter balls fly over and across the crowd, then they explode with sparkling glitter flying everywhere and all over the crowd. Jassy walks with swagger, occasionally pointing with disdain at the crowd, mouthing off at them, and calling them rats. When she reaches the outside ring area, she poses once more before climbing onto the apron. She grabs the rope and leans forward, and swings from side to side, before pulling herself back, and entering the ring.

 

 

A very obviously corporate peace sign shows in the Titantron as globe lights of flowers show around the arena. Azaleah gives a peace sign that she takes a selfie of.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Chicago, Illinois, representing Estraga Corporation, the Bourgerois Bohemian, AZALEAH!!

 

She gives the most disingenuous smile and wave to the crowd as she walks down, her phone rings and you can tell she's making business deals. 

 

Marcus: You can just tell that she's low key making oil companies very happy while she's saying to save the whales or whatever. 

 

She puts one finger up to the referee as she remains on the phone call, getting increasingly aggressive. When she hangs up she gives peace and love hand signals and a bright smile, which the crowd does not believe. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: Jassy about to strike, oh did Azaleah's phone just ring? She put her finger up again! She's telling Jassy to wait a minute, the sheer audacity of this.

 

Marcus: Jassy looking to strike again, Azaleah jumping the rope and answering the call and did she just threaten to shove someone's sack out their nose through their ass? 

 

The call ends. Azaleah enters the ring, Jassy goes for a lock-up, Azaleah puts her hand in prayer pose and bows, then breathes as she lowers herself. 

 

Valerie: She should have centered herself before the match and you can see that Jassy is getting real impatient, she boots her right in the head! 

 

Marcus: Right on the crown chakra! 

 

Ash: Wasting no time here, Inverted One Arm Shoulder Throw, Azaleah up, Jassy Superkick to the waist!

 

Marcus: That's the Sacral Chakra!

 

Ash: Second a little higher!

 

Marcus: The Solar Plexus Chakra!

 

Ash: And the third one right between the eyes!

 

Marcus: And the Third Eye! She just completely misaligned her with the S3xycution!

 

Valerie: I think Azaleah is...trying to roll out and bail! Oh but Jassy has her phone. And she smashes it underfoot, Azaleah... Azaleah is actually getting a little heated now. 

 

Marcus: She can get heated, you heard her on the phone, but she's trying to center herself and she rolls under the ring.

 

Ash: What does she... is that a Live Laugh Love Sign? 

 

Valerie: She's offering it to Jassy. I guess all is for-JASSY SUPERKICKS THE SIGN INTO HER FACE!! PICKS HER UP.... FIREMAN'S CARRY.... OFF WITH HER HEAD!!

 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Jassy just completely owned this.

 

Carter: THREE! FOUR!

 

Ash: Azaleah simply didn't have her mind on the right things.

 

Carter: FIVE! SIX!

 

Valerie: I actually have to agree. Don't try to be liked like that.

 

Carter: SEVEN! EIGHT!

 

Marcus: When it shows more that your bite is worse than your bite.

 

Carter: NINE!

 

Ash: Well, it was faster than expected but this is not a surprise win.

 

Carter: TEN.

 

Jassy wins by KO.

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, Jassy.

 

Valerie: Yep. Jassy can brush this one off and get ready for her main show, and we can go back to the wheel.

 

"Spin that Wheel" plays as a fan spins the wheel.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Bloodstar Match! The way to win is to eliminate your opponents through first blood means!

 

 

Lights out. The opening guitar of 'Rockstar' by Nickelback hits. A giant cracked heart slams onto the screen, and splinters. Cracks slowly grow bigger and spread further across the display until the entire heart explodes into shattered glass.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From Muskegon, Michigan, representing Deck of Hearts, the Headliner.... the Mad Maiden... ROX! STARR!

 

Rox bursts out, and pink pyro erupts spraying and shooting out in time with the music. She walks with rock girl energy to the ring.

 

Marcus: If she didn't align herself with Deck of Hearts, she'd be a lot of fun to watch.

 

Valerie: It's possible Deck of Hearts might be more endeared to the fans now that they've stepped in against XHW.

 

The fans boo to show without fail that no, they are not.

 

Ash: Well that theory's out the window. She's already been out here twice today, this is her first official match. And I believe both matches include her stable-mate.

 

Rox climbs the turnbuckle, points at herself, and lets out a scream. Then she jumps from the turnbuckle into the ring with a double stomp, before rising up and throwing her hands up with devil horns. Then as the crowd yells, Rox points at the top of the stage.

 

The lights go black with neon green tinges flashing on and off. Rox rolls her eyes.

 

 

As the opening of the guitar mimics a rocket, the titantron shows a meteor hurtling to Earth. As Sunflower sings “I don’t even know your name” the meteor crashes through the planet...then the video fizzles and stops suddenly. Briefly the screen shoots out two lines of text in turn, transitioned by static.

 

LESSON PLAN COMPLETE.

 

EVOLUTION ACHIEVED. 

 

 

Over the drum fill and child laughter, an image of Diana Dresden staring forward fizzes in and out through her various iterations, from Dinah Soar to Venom Cartel to the ponytailed start at Deck of Hearts. 

 

As the drum fades off briefly, the swirling noise shows a rotating monogrammed "DD" which will match her earrings.

 

The music kicks in and a shimmering spotlight with a red and pink laser show around her frames Diana Dresden, sporting an upgraded, more adult look complete with sparkling trench coat, a look of cold disdain on her face.

 

 

Sheri: Next! Also representing Deck of Hearts... from Helena, Montana, the Next Evolution of Heartbreak....DIANA DRESDEN!

 

The spotlight follows her down as she walks, nose up, hands extended outward a the fans. Rox stares her down.

 

Ash: Diana Dresden with the glow up, a new air to her that says that she demands to be taken seriously.

 

Valerie: She had been treated like a child by everyone, including her own teammates, and she's delivering the message here and now, you don't need to teach me to be bad, I AM a baddie, and I deserve to be respected and feared.

 

Marcus: She's gonna have to back that up not once but twice tonight against her teammate, with whom she has been having significant issues and jockeying for a position of power under SM's rule. But to your point, this is the most assured that Diana has ever looked, this is a whole vibe that says without saying, "It's Ms. Dresden now and I am a power player." 

 

Diana uses her robe almost as a red carpet or rug and lays it under the bottom rope before sliding headfirst on her side in a model pose. She brushes the coat off an a hologram matching the heartbreak on her new top rotates overhead as she poses, taking in her own greatness. She snaps brusquely and the spotlight disappears, lights turn back on as she examines her nails.

 

She and Rox stare each other down. It's clear they're both chomping at the bit now, but know that they'll have 3 other competitors to worry about.

 

 

Fire plumes shoot upward as videos of fire overtake the runners, the ramp, and the titantron.

 

Guards line each side of the ramp.

 

Zanza Ztark's cape blows upward as she stands, a figure demanding reverence.

 

 

Sheri: From Easter Island, representing Estraga Corporation, ZANZA ZTARK!!

 

Her cape flows behind her as she royally processes down the ramp, the guards marching in time behind her.

 

Marcus: What the hell is Lexxus O.C. playing out with this obvious and outdated ripoff?

 

Valerie: It in of itself is a power play. She is wealthy enough to withstand potential copyright infringement, while using the Mario theme of reverse an S to a Z and make it bad. 

 

The guards remove the cape and hold open the rope as Zanza steps inside the ring. The plumes of fire continue to go off as she slowly raises the "Big Z" hand signal overhead, causing the guards to kneel, before slowly lowering her arms in a sweep. 

 

The arena dims, and a hushed reverence fills the air as the haunting notes of "Ave Maria" begin to play, slow and measured, enveloping the crowd in an aura of grace and power. The opening chords echo throughout the arena, and the anticipation builds to a fever pitch.

 

 

Marion Bartoli makes his entrance. Clad in a blue and gold singlet, his athletic frame exudes power and determination. His movements are composed and deliberate, like a chess player positioning their pieces for the final checkmate.

 

 

Sheri: Next! From Paris, France, weighing in at 230 pounds...one half of Le Lutteur, the Art of Submission, MARION BARTOLI!

 

Ash: The crowd has not forgiven nor forgotten Le Lutteur's vicious attack on Press Start at Heart Condition. 

 

Valerie: Well, Le Lutteur have not forgiven nor forgotten not being part of that Tag Gauntlet.

 

Marcus: They weren't entitled to it.

 

 The crowd watches in anger, showering Marion with boos, as Marion’s gaze never wavers from the ring, his mind always in control, calculating each move before it even happens. As he approaches the ring, his pace quickens ever so slightly, his confidence growing as he steps forward before ultimately rolling in the ring.

 

 

Isabella walks out the cockiest she has ever walked, Eurasian Title being held triumphantly overhead as the crowd boos.

 

 

Sheri: AND FINALLY! From Den Helder, Netherlands... representing Zora Luthor International and Asesinato S.A., she is the EURASIAN CHAMPION....ISABELLA VAN DER GARDE!!!

 

She struts to the ring, smiling viciously as the crowd showers her with boos.

 

Valerie: They should not be treating their champion this way. Even Stunted Ray acknowledged her as champ and declined a rematch, stating, "I know the dangers of a cash-in, and if someone has it and uses it, I can't complain." 

 

Marcus: Well her belt is not up for grabs today, and I don't even know if it's on the card with her in that Unstable Title Match later.

 

Ash: I have a feeling Zora Luthor is up to something there. She's already declared herself the Special Referee of the match from what I've been told. I've also been informed by a source but I didn't have time to confirm this that Diana and Rox have been specifically instructed to leave each other for the end. 

 

Isabella twerks at the apron, then gives a Betty Boop face to the boos before chuckling scornfully and stepping into the ring.

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: Well you can see they're plotting a little, Marion with a kick to the ribs of Isabella, Isabella with a quick drop toe hold, and a quick kick to the head. Zanza with a crucifix driver to Isabella, double DDT by the ladies of Deck takes Zanza down! Whatever was said or not said, they're certainly at least starting this match in tandem. Rox whips Zanza across the way, Diana catches her on the way back, flapjack and Rox with the cutter! They just nailed a 1D!

 

Marcus: I gotta give em that. They're basically gender-swapped Oasis. When they're on link and in sync they're unstoppable, but they fight against more than with each other. And I think SM liked and had been fostering both sides of that dynamic while it suited him and brought drive into the two, but you have to wonder at what point it becomes a liability.

 

Ash: Now is certainly not that time. Perfect double dropkick keeps Zanza from remaining on her feet or even in the ring, Diana giving Rox a boost off her back and Rox clears the rope to catch Zanza with a Whisper in the Wind! She catches Zanza from falling completely and whips her into Diana's baseball slide! 

 

Valerie: Marion and Isabella on the other side of the ring and Marion is being buried deep in Isabella's backside! She's straight up airbagging him!! Grabbing hold of the ropes, she gets herself up into a handstand.... and barreling down into a hip smasher! 

 

Marcus: Honestly? What a way to go. But Marion can take comfort in knowing the blood needs to be visible to count as a loss, making the blood rush and center is not sufficient. 

 

Ash: Marion used to be loved by these people, but now they want these four women to absolutely devastate him. 

 

Marcus: Jean Tucker must, how you say, die. 

 

Valerie: Isabella loading herself back, taking the run at Marion, going for the Rump Shaker NO HE GERMAN SUPLEXES HER INTO THE BUCKLES! HER HEAD JUST BOBBLED ON IMPACT!

 

Ash: Two quick knees to the chest, he's running back himself, sir sheath your sword, taking a run ISABELLA MOVES AND MARION WISHBONES ON THE POLE!

 

Marcus: SACRE BLEU! 

 

Ash: Isabella to the apron, she pulls the wishbone into the pole even further and with conviction!! Oh wait, she's pulling them together SHE'S SITTING ON HIS LEGS! SHE'S PUTTING HER FULL FORCE INTO HER BODY AND JUST CRUSHING HIS LEGS!

 

Valerie: This was how she first turned on her partner and joined ZLI! Her partner had to be wheeled out of here and now Marion may suffer the same fate! 

 

Ash: Well they don't call him the Art of Submission for nothing, he's getting a sit-up in and sleeperhold to Isabella over the ropes!! One or both of them are liable to break here! 

 

Marcus: Also is he gonna buy that bottom buckle dinner? 

 

Ash: I never thought we'd need sensitivity training to protect the buckles but here we are, Isabella flailing to get her arms around Marion's neck, jumps up and Guillotine Stunner! She lands on his legs once more for good measure and they both roll to the outside! 

 

Valerie: Marion's legs are giving him a lot of issue, he gives up for the moment on standing up and goes under the apron instead. Isabella gasping for air, trying to catch her breath on the barricade and oh come on is this the time to boo her?

 

Marcus: Rox and Diana absolutely working in perfect harmony in the systematic dismantling of Zanza Ztark, double back suplex wrecks her against the barricade, they load back as Zanza sprawls over the barricade, double punt kick! The combined force rockets Zanza forward and almost entirely over the barricade! They both whip her backwards, upside and head first against the wall! Double Inverted Suplex! 

 

Ash: Marion out from under the apron, and he unsheathes his sword. 

 

Marcus: Sir, this is a family sh-oh damn, that's an actual sword. That's, an actual, sword. This, this is, yeah this is bad.

 

Ash: We've yet to see any bloodshed, but as Marion takes the ball off the foil I have a feeling that's about to change. 

 

Valerie: It's legal. Unless it punctures a vital organ, it's all legal. 

 

Marcus: We're all going weapons happy now, Rox and Diana pull out golf clubs. Oh, they look at each other, do a cross-pass of the clubs... and EIGHT!!! 

 

Ash: EIGHT?

 

Marcus: FORE times 2! They sandwich her with two Irons! 

 

Diana Dresden makes Zanza Ztark bleed!

 

Valerie: Wait, they're only calling this for Diana?

 

Ash: Apparently the blood was on the side of the face where Diana hit, so they're giving her the call.

 

Marcus: And this is where it's gonna fall apart. Yep, Rox's face drops, Diana with a smug smile as she puts a single finger up and OH her expression changed REAL quick to shock.

 

Diana: weakly Mon dieu. 

 

Valerie: Marion pokes her in the back with the sword! Just enough to draw a little blood, but that's gonna do it. And Rox looks down with a shrug and wave as Diana goes down.

 

Marion Bartoli makes Diana Dresden bleed!

 

Ash: Isabella gets Marion from behind with the chair, his eyes go wide but no blood shed. 

 

Marcus: More importantly the sword back under the apron, Isabella trying to dart under to get it, Rox grabs her legs and pulls her out and up, STARR SLAM! She gets her up into the Torture Rack, oh I think I know where this is going... walk to the steps... ROX SHOCKS DDT ONTO THE STEPS!!

 

Rox Starr makes Isabella van der Garde bleed!

 

Valerie: And then there were two. Marion trying to go grab his sword, Rox pulling him out by the waist, arm into a Hammerlock and German Suplex! Marion goes tumbling back, Rox now looking under the apron, Marion with a chop block! Rox bent back, Marion kicking at her face, trying to knock her nose out of whack or chip a tooth or something to draw some blood OH but she swings around and low blow! 

 

Ash: Marion truly struggling, Rox reaching under the apron for anything, she's realizing she's not gonna have the time to find the sword but anything will...oh, she's found a burlap pouch with a drawstring, she shakes it and oh I think this match is gonna get tacky. Like legitimately tacky.

 

Valerie: If she spills it out it's just as much her potentially in danger.

 

Marcus: What's she... oh this, I don't think I've ever seen anyone do this but I get the sense she agrees with you, she's loosened the drawstring and is putting it around her toes open side out....she's.... she's lining up for the punt! Marion's about to get some localized acupuncture... to his feet... PUNT KICK WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO DISLODGE SOME TACKS! That one is right under Marion's chin! And that's gonna do it, that's gonna draw some blood, Rox Starr just took it!

 

Rox Starr makes Marion Bartoli bleed and wins the match!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner.... ROX! STARRRR!

 

Rox Starr leans down in Diana's face and shrugs, showing her "2" with her fingers and gently patting her cheek, then getting her hand raised.

 

Marcus: Making sure to rub it in just that little bit. 

 

Ash: Well, before this goes to an all out brawl again between these too, let's go over to my amazing wife Sheri, what's the next match?

 

"Spin That Wheel" kicks back in, and a geriatric fan - MAWL's "Super Gramma" Ettie Breanbright - comes out to cheers.

 

 

Sheri: For our half-way mark we wanted to bring out a special fan, Ms. Ettie Breanbright!

 

The crowd gives her a standing ovation. 

 

Sheri: Ettie, today marks 10 years to the day that you started coming to our shows! And you haven't missed a Pay Per View since. 

 

Ettie: Thank you also for the tickets for the missing shows being honored at 404, APW, and PUC. 

 

Sheri: Absolutely. We ALSO have patched you in, with a theme based on your time as a county fair and chili cookoff winner, to MAWL 4.

 

 

Ettie weeps a little softly and hugs with a "thank you, this is amazing." She gets another Standing O. 

 

Ettie: This is so amazing. Thank you. I'd... I'd wanted to step in the ring since I was in a child, and this is truly a life dream fulfilled. And now, I am excited to SPIN THIS WHEEL! 

 

She claps and jumps as the wheel spins. It lands on...

 

 

Ettie: OH! I love an Elimination Chamber!

 

Ettie walks away happily and goes back to her seat. 

 

Sheri: The following is an Elimination Chamber Match! The match will start with two individuals and every 2 minutes a cell will open. The match will end when only one competitor remains! 

 

The four cells lower, blacked out so we have no idea who is in there. 

 

Sheri: And now... the first 2!

 

 

Bricks show in the video screens as T. Krip comes out throwing a boxing combo. At "What's UP" he raises the roof and fire comes from the top and bottom of the stage.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Compton, California, weighing in at 266 pounds, representing P. Crue... T. KRIP!

 

T. Krip cracks his hands and necks and struts down Steve Austin-style. 

 

Ash: It's been a while since he's held a belt, in fact I don't know if he's had one since LAST year's W2, so you have to think that he's chomping at the bit to get in there and do this. 

 

He bangs on the structure wall and enters the ring, then goes buckle to buckle as flames shoot up. 

 

Marcus: Of course, being the first one in is very rarely a recipe for success and being a tag team fighter in a singles match, that's two strikes. 

 

Valerie: Yes, but if there's anything Krip likes it's being the one to prove you wrong, especially when he gets to do unfathomable violence.

 

 

The lights go dark and the ramp shows neon "zoom" arrows. Kevin Dagger gets himself pumped and runs down the ramp.

 

 

Sheri: AND NUMBER 2! From Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, weighing in at 198 pounds, OVERDRIVE KEVIN DAGGER!! 

 

He gives high fives as he runs down. 

 

Valerie: The lesser brother, he's been given the opportunity ostensibly in part on the family name, now he just has to prove himself.

 

Ash: Oh is that all.

 

He jumps on the cell door and swings into the structure. 

 

Valerie: This is not a great sign of being ready for prime time, but I wouldn't mind being wrong. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Marcus: T. Krip powerbombs Kevin right out of the ring! But he's quick to his feet and throwing punches over the ropes, Springboard in and Tornado DDT! Bouncing to the bottom, to the middle, to the top, 450 Backflip Coffin Drop!! GEAR SHIFT!!!

 

 

Lisa: ONE!

 

Valerie: T. Krip kicks out! Perhaps the leg should have been hooked better.

 

Marcus: Dagger undeterred, running headscissors takedown. Standing shooting star, going for the cover-

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO!

 

Ash: Krip shoulders up again, able to keep himself alive, but Dagger is definitely keeping the pressure on. Quick knee drop as one minute passes.

 

Valerie: Krip cannot get it together, Dagger going for a second round of that insane Gear Shift and he NAILS it!! Going for the pin-

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

T. Krip is eliminated by Overdrive Kevin Dagger!

 

Marcus: He prides himself on being a speed demon, and he certainly showed that here in this first leg. 

 

Valerie: We knew him as the Carolina Kid, a much more deliberate fighter, but someone's putting cold brew in his cornflakes now, that's for damn sure. 

 

Ash: Half minute to go, we know who's in this match, we just don't know in what order. The nature of the Elimination Chamber is that the random selection of the next competitor means you're only viable strategy is survive. No forward planning can be done because you don't know who will be in when. 

 

Marcus: We know one of these pods contains XHW wrestler Hemmy Roid and I'm personally not looking forward to her. 

 

Valerie: Honestly, my fear is Sombras. The man is shadow incarnate and keeping tabs on him in this dangerous structure is going to be so important and so difficult. 

 

Ash: I have to give it to Tino Sabatelli as the favorite for me. With T. Krip gone, he's got my Yearbook superlative of most likely to run someone through a glass structure. And we're about to find out. 

 

10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

The lights swirl to open the door for...

 

 

Valerie: OH NO. The difficulty level for Dagger just went up considerably.

 

Ash: Man wasted no time, springboards in with the Phantom's Embrace Cutter!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Marcus: HOW DID DAGGER KICK OUT OF THAT! 

 

Ash: Dagger to his feet SHADOW STRIKE KNEE OUT OF NOWHERE!! 

 

Lisa: ONE!

 

Marcus: The sheer force of will, Kevin will not stay down! Kevin to his feet, going swinging, OH Sombras isn't there where did he FROM BEHIND SPINNING WHEEL KICK BLASTS KEVIN ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! Kevin quick to his feet, Back Wheel Trip into a pin! Sombras up before we even get a one though.

 

Ash: Kevin with a drop toe hold, that's a good plan to keep Sombras grounded if you can. 

 

Valerie: If you can doing a lot of work as a phrase there, Sombras huge boot to his midsection with the other foot! Sombras with the fist drop OH HE'S NOT THERE, GOING FOR THE OPERATION DRAGON AND A LITTLE TOUCH OF A CROSS RHODES BEFORE HE LANDS!

 

Marcus: He calls that the Ignition, and he's gonna go for the cover now-

 

Lisa: ONE!

 

Ash: Sombras shoulders up, a pattern starting to develop here though where Kevin takes the beating then finds his groove.

 

Valerie: That's not viable when you have to fight 5 other people. Sombras off the ropes, Sombras gives the Ignition right back to him! Oh but he rolls out of the way before a cover can manifest.

 

Marcus: Sombras may be finding someone here who... not exactly on his level but can keep up with him more than others have in the past. 

 

Valerie: You can tell he's pissed when he gets the mist! Dagger just got painted red and BOOM Blood Mist Sweep combo! Going for the roll-up,

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Overdrive Kevin Dagger is eliminated by Sombras!

 

Ash: Sombras has 38 seconds and counting until that door opens. Around the same time that Dagger had to wait on his own.

 

Valerie: Do we know if Mal Sangre is in the building tonight? I know Tragedeigh is going to be in the Ultimate X later.

 

Marcus: He's not strictly scheduled for a match I don't think but I'd highly doubt that he isn't around. 

 

Valerie: And while we have time let's briefly talk about his former tag team partner Rade. His search for a vessel has clearly picked up, and you have to wonder if Lenore Usher will be taken in. It could really help him.

 

Ash: It could also really hurt her... she and Rave N are part of that starting group in the Buzzer Tag Gauntlet, and they're another team that could use a win, but if Lenore is distracted, or worse if Lenore's heart belongs to another, this will be a long shower tonight after the match. Here comes the countdown clock, let's see who's next.

 

10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

The lights flicker between the remaining cells until a door opens...

 

 

Marcus: And here comes The Papa. Immediate right hook to Sombras. Sombras attempts to respond in kind, Papa blocks it and backfist. Sombras gets it in that time.

 

Ash: Sombras looking to take a quick advantage before Papa can get back in sync and a snap suplex! Run and an elbow drop, and a snap fisherman and tries for the bridge but Tino rolls out and spins him around for the Deep Six and going for the cover SOMBRAS QUICK REVERSE INTO THE SMALL PACKAGE PIN!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Tino Sabatelli is eliminated by Sombras!

 

Marcus: Oh Tino is NOT taking this loss well... HE'S GOT BRASS KNUCKLES OUT! HE'S... HE'S PUNCHING AT THE LOCKS OF THE OTHER CELLS! I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS TECHNIQUE USED BEFORE BUT IN TRUE MOB BOSS FASHION, HE'S LETTING THE ANIMALS OUT OF THE CAGE!! ONE LOCK BUSTED!! 

 

Ash: This is madness! We don't know if this is actionable, but Hemmy Roid is out! He busts the other! James Holzhauer is out!! He hit the damn fast forward button on this!!

 

 

Valerie: He's trying to get back in the ring to get his hands on Sombras, the officials are leading him out! This isn't over between them!

 

Marcus: Sombras can't worry about that now, he's gotta deal with Hemmy and James first. Oh, but Tino's got some visitors of his own!

 

 

Valerie: THE SEA RAIDERS! XHW ARE LETTING TINO KNOW THEY DIDN'T APPRECIATE THE INVOLVEMENT OF ANTI-SYSTEM EARLIER!

 

 

Ash: Well they got em again! That was not smart to jump one of their guys, Anti-System are always just around the corner. 

 

Marcus: Why do I feel like this is gonna-

 

 

Marcus: -escalate. Oh good, they've got their own Radio Silence.

 

Valerie: Balor will eat you alive for the comparison I'm sure. But this is now 7 on 8 out there, and Abyss Breaker and Acolyte Lucien are sure keeping each other occupied. 

 

Ash: And with all this distraction, we didn't pay attention to the magic in the ring, where- well- 

 

 

Marcus: Ask and you shall receive, I guess.

 

Valerie: Mal with the Red Mist to Hemmy! With the Red Mist to Holzhauer! Hemmy eats the Bloodline's Wrath!! Holz eats the cutter!! Sombras with the double cover!!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Hemmy Roid and James Holzhauer are eliminated by Sombras! Sombras wins!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and Advancing to the next round, SOMBRAS!!!

 

Marcus: My main regret is that we didn't see anyone go through a chamber.

 

Valerie: Sombras and Mal Sangre pick Hemmy up and I think they might be right there with you.... LAUNCH POWERBOMB THROUGH THE CHAMBER! MAL SCOOPS HER UP AND ROLLS HER BACK INTO THE RING...HE...HE'S TAKING HER UP TO THE TOP ROPE... ARE WE... SHE GOES FLYING.... AVALANCHE BLOODLINE'S WRATH!!! AND HE JUST PUT HER THROUGH THE DAMN RING!!!

 

Crowd: This is awesome!!! This is awesome!!!

 

Ash: MAWL is standing united, they are putting their petty squabbles aside for the moment.

 

Marcus: Maybe not entirely, La Sangre are walking right past Anti-System and not involving themselves. That's cold. 

 

Valerie: Well, we have an update on Lenore Usher, she's apparently being checked on by Dr. El Médico. 

 

 

The good Doctor checks in on Lenore, with Rave N watching nervously.

 

Dr: It's just that we've seen this before - numerous times - people tell about a glowing mask outside of the presence of Rade, and suddenly they're out giving creepy orations and bathing in blood.

 

Lenore: You don't need to worry about me. I've seen and taken worse things and come out just peachy.

 

Rave: If you're sure, Len, we just have our tag gauntlet match later and even just as my friend-

 

Lenore: Guys. I'm FINE. I promise. Just, need a moment to breathe.

 

Rave: Sure, sure.

 

Dr. and Rave N leave.

 

 

Inge (VO, sing-song): Lenore, Lenore, can be so much more.

 

Lenore freezes in fear as we go down the path backstage to Angelica getting ready.

 

Inge (VO): Angelica. The Angel has no more use for her wings.

 

Angelica: That's not true! Just because Zephyr has lost the faith it doesn't mean I have to.

 

Inge (VO): Look in the mirror, Angelica. Look at what you are depriving yourself. 

 

Angelica: NO.

 

Inge (VO): Look how happy she looks. 

 

Angelica: NO! I am an Angel!

 

Inge (VO): MAWL has a new Angel now. They no longer have use for you.

 

Angelica: Stop.

 

Inge (VO): Querubina is younger, fresher, not damaged. They will replace you and you will need a new home.

 

Angelica screams and punches the mirror then runs.

 

 

Deusa Fletcha gets ready in her locker room. Suddenly the red face shows. 

 

Inge (VO): Deusa. 

 

Deusa: Who are you? 

 

Inge (VO): It is not who I am. It is who I want to be and who you deserve to be. Neither of us are who we are meant to be. 

 

Deusa: You don't know me like that.

 

Inge (VO): You call yourself the Arrow Goddess but your chevrons are more in line with road arrows and you are more Vegas show than Goddess. I can show you how you would look as a proper Goddess.

 

Deusa: I look just fine.

 

Inge (VO): On this we agree. Just fine. When I can make you glorious. 

 

Deusa: At what cost?

 

Inge (VO): No worse cost than playing second fiddle to a woman whose biggest delineations are a spear she does not use and a flag that does not inform her. 

 

Deusa: Get out of my head. 

 

Inge (VO): Are you the Goddess, or are you the tool? 

 

Deusa: GET OUT OF MY HEAD! 

 

 

Deusa runs out towards the med tent.

 

 

Ash: As we go into the second half, who do you think those already in are hoping don't make the second round?

 

 

Valerie: I would imagine that Thunder would not be too thrilled to see Gozu again. I'm sure he's learned how to withstand the hold more effectively.

 

 

Marcus: I would imagine that Victoria would be torn about Jared Scythe making it... on one hand they're beefing and I'm sure she doesn't want him to succeed, on the other they could fight it out. I think Steve probably feels the same about Daria. Whereas Jassy I think would not want to fight Daria but would want her to succeed. 

 

Valerie: That's just scratching the surface, but with 8 matches left we've got a lot of people to get into. We should potentially also talk about Rade's Mamma Mia - 

 

Ash: More like Mal-a Mia, Inge's searching for a soul to steal and break bad. 

 

Valerie: But those 8 matches aren't gonna fight themselves, so let's send it on down to Sheri!

 

 

"Spin That Wheel" plays as Sheri brings down a new fan.

 

 

Sheri: Here we go! The next match is...

 

 

Sheri: The following is a TLC Match!

 

 

The lights go completely red as plumes of smoke arise around the doorway. The video shows the Sex Appeal apple steaming and neon horns around it, with Daria Donner's names appearing in a neon sign that flickers. Daria enters, breathing in the smoke.

 

 

Sheri: First! Representing Sex Appeal, from Rehoboth, Delaware, The Devil's Darling, DARIA DONNER! 

 

Daria blows the smoke back into the camera and spins it around with a push, before walking down the ramp full of swagger. 

 

Valerie: She's got every reason to carry herself like the cock of the walk. 

 

Marcus: Why? She's never won a singles belt to my knowledge, she was rejected as second banana by her cousin just to be second, possibly even third banana, in ZLI. What has Daria Donner actually achieved here?

 

Valerie: With what you just listed the two of you are more alike than you care to admit. You should have more empathy for her.

 

Daria straddles the rope for a minute then enters the ring, yelling at the fans as the red plumes of smoke come from the turnbuckle corners.

 

The lights go sepia, giving an old-timey feel.

 

 

The Dramatic swell of the music shows a grayscale Thunderstorm on the Titantron, upon which MAWLTESE Falcon stands in a spotlight, his giant shadow behind him. 

 

 

Sheri: Next! From hot on the trail, weighing 209 pounds.... the MAWLTESE FALCON!

 

He walks with his hands in his trenchcoat down the ramp, the atmosphere and globe light effect of rain happening. 

 

Ash: What trail specifically, we don't know, but the Falcon sure is on it.

 

Marcus: There's always a trail. Always a lead. 

 

He shuffles up the stairs, and mimics opening a door before stepping in the ring. He dramatically tosses his trench aside and points accusingly at Daria. 

 

The arena darkens as storm sounds echo — thunder cracks, lightning visuals flash across screens.

 

 

She emerges in a flowing sky-patterned robe, arms outstretched like she’s summoning the weather.

 

 

Sheri: NEXT! From Santa Fe, New Mexico... One half of Artistic Storm... VI! MONTOOOOOYA! CLOUD!

 

The crowd cheers as she rolls into the ring. 

 

Marcus: This is a transplant from 404, and she's got an energy to her that I'm already excited about. 

 

Valerie: Is this going to be the next invasion?

 

Ash: Stranger things have happened.

 

 

“Guitar vs Violin” By Charlie Parra del Riego plays through the PA.

 

Marcus: We're still dealing with this first invasion.

 

As the Violin starts playing Jared emerges from the back, jogging out to the stage, stretching his right arm.

 

 

Sheri: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 190 pounds.... head of the Scythe Society.... JARED SCYTHE!!

 

He squats down staring at the ring like a scout, stalking his target. He stands up and walks down the ramp, focused and calm. The crowd boos him.

 

Valerie: He's the brother in the family that his siblings conveniently forget when planning a reunion.

 

The crowd chants "LITTLE BITCH! LITTLE BITCH!"

 

Marcus: Steve really started something there. If Jared makes it through, he might make him pay for that.

 

Ash: And it will remain to be seen how much Daria and Jared get in each others' way here, there's also remnants of animosity there.

 

As he reaches the ring, he slides right in, pacing around the ring like a snake circling its prey. He then leans into a turnbuckle, arms crossed.

 

 

As the thundering riffs of "Painkiller" by Judas Priest erupt through the speakers, the arena’s lights flicker rapidly between harsh whites and fiery reds, casting shadows that twist and distort like a storm approaching. A sense of impending doom fills the air as the crowd starts to murmur in anticipation.

 

Doomsayer Pistol bursts from the shadows, sprinting to the ring with manic energy, his arms pumping and his eyes wide with excitement.

 

 

Sheri: AND FINALLY! From Parts Unknown, one half of the Doomsayers tag team, weighing in at 210 pounds... the High Flyer of Fate... DOOOOOMSAYER PIIIIISTOL!

 

Marcus: The Leroy Jenkins of the group, Pistol is barreling headfirst into a ring with 4 other hungry wolves. Not the smartest play, but he seems unfazed by the potential for danger.

 

As he jumps over the top rope in a fluid, high-flying maneuver, his adrenaline-fueled aggression is apparent. The lights flash rapidly as he takes his position, ready for action.

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: Pistol laying in with a quickfire round of chops to Jared, Jared grabbing hold of the arm, machine guns hooks into the ribs, spin around into barrels him down with a lariat like a boss.

 

Ash: Vi and Daria exchanging knife-edge chops on the other side of the ring, and this leaves Falcon as the odd one out. He uses that lack of awareness to sneak out of the ring and start his shopping trip. 

 

Marcus: Sneaks gonna sneak. And Detectives gonna Detect. In comes a ladder. 

 

Ash: Pistol coming off the ropes, ducks the clothesline from Jared, back around and Choking Hazard Neckbreaker! Arm lands hard on Jared's throat. Turns around into an Inverted Atomic Drop by Falcon and STO! Vi blasting Diana with the Rainfall palm flurry, pushing her back, blasts her with that Thunderclap and flips her over!

 

Marcus: Must really suck for her to eat it on a move that is Thunder-named. Vi showing a lot of promise here early in this match, Jared stops her run with a Judo Toss, oh it only pauses it, she pops back up and goes for a kip-up enzuigiri, Jared ducks and traps her leg, blasts her backwards with a German Suplex! Turn around and Skybreaker Huracanrana by Pistol absolutely mollywhops him. 

 

Valerie: Mollywhop? Are you 78 years old?

 

Ash: Pistol springboards to the top turnbuckle, the Pistol's Precision Elbow to Jared! Jared trying to get to his feet, Daria and Vi blast him with a running dropkick in stereo! Falcon with the Falcon Arrow to join in on the fun! 

 

Marcus: You gotta love the little bits of unity that MAWL is showing against XHW, even if they're not long lived. Unless you're Jared Scythe.

 

Crowd: LITTLE BITCH! LITTLE BITCH!

 

Valerie: Thunder really did a number on him with that name. But I think he's starting to drown it out. 

 

Marcus: Drowning it out isn't helping him right now, as the rest of the group's got his number, and now they each got a limb and giving him a toddler swing... OH! Out of the ring he goes! NOW they turn their attentions back to each other. Vi and Daria right back to throwing hands at each other, Falcon and Pistol giving each other some hard rights, Falcon whips Pistol, Vi whips Daria, and Falcon and Vi catch each other's quarry with stereo flapjacks! Booyakasha! 

 

Ash: Vi and Falcon turning their attentions to each other... Vi charging with a cartwheel, going for a Pele Kick, Falcon catches her out into a powerslam NO it's a Tornado Inverted DDT! Vi wins out in that exchange and quickly surveying the scene, the three in the ring struggling to their feet, Vi sets up the ladder! She starts to make her way up JARED BACK IN WITH A CHAIR AND SMASHES VI IN THE BACK WITH IT! DOWN SHE COMES! 

 

Valerie: We've got the L and the C, all we need to see now is the T. But Jared back to the outside and he may be looking to remedy that right now. He made the smart move not to climb, Daria and Pistol are back up and both have their eyes on the ladder. They look at each other, Pistol makes the move to it, Daria decides against it. She going to defer to Pistol here as he starts the climb?

 

Marcus: Somehow I don't think that's her ultimate goal, she runs back, shotgun dropkick through the rungs! She takes out Pistol's legs and his head smacks on the ladder as he goes down! You have to wonder if the gas mask is a help or an extra pain in situations like this. 

 

Ash: Daria stuck in the ladder, I don't think she thought this through, Falcon gets her with a Running Leg Drop! Vi back to her feet, stomps Daria's legs! And yep, here's Jared with the table! He sets it up right under Daria....oh he's only gonna drag her half through! 

 

Valerie: That's some real hardcore thinking... not just "okay you're on the table now" but "how can I break you in the most ways at once", oh Pistol on the turnbuckle OH he uses the turnbuckle to get a headstart on the ladder, Pistol up top and nobody stopping him because they sense his intentions....ACE OF SPADES SPLASH! DARIA'S TOP HALF THROUGH THE TABLE AND HER BOTTOM HALF PUSHING DOWN INTO THE LATCH OF THE LADDER! THE LADDER CLOSES ON HER LEGS!

 

Marcus: That's CRAZY.

 

Ash: The whole edifice comes down, and Daria's legs are trapped within that steel, Falcon around back in the ring, I didn't see him leave but he has another table, he opens it up and puts two of the table legs in the rungs of the ladder! He's effectively pinning Daria down, Jared chair shot to Vi and rattles her, Jared puts her on the table OH Pistol looking to steal this one too, up to the top and some good air JARED CATCHES PISTOL WITH THE MASTER CUTTER! PISTOL THROUGH VI THROUGH THE TABLE ONTO THE LADDER ONTO DARIA! 

 

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! 

 

Valerie: Daria still has to deal with Blazen later! But she might not even be able to walk!

 

Marcus: Jared trying to clear all the bodies out to get to the ladder, Falcon with a running boot to the side of his temple. And if we're being honest, the shape everyone is right now, these two are the only competition to each other. 

 

Valerie: Even that'll only last so long, MASTER CUTTER to Falcon and rolling him out of the ring! Jared has a clear path now and-

 

 

Connie Colt: Now, you see, this is EXACTLY why you need XHW to hold the reins, this is hardly a 3 star Tables Ladders or Chairs match. Luckily for you the Champion of Luxury Travel, yours truly, is here to upgrade this softcore match into a true Hardcore Experience. If my lovely associates will please bring out the Extra Tables.

 

 

Marcus: Those aren't tables, those are gurneys! And who the hell is on them?? 

 

Valerie: The snuggie wraps are good at hiding any defining features. 

 

Ash: Jared remains the only one standing in the ring, and he didn't need this help. 

 

Valerie: They're not here to help the match, they're here to make it more interesting. 

 

Connie: Diego, Reese, Captain, if you would be so kind as to obtain the other ladders. 

 

The gurneys are wheeled around the ring as they do so. Reese, Diego, and Captain of Industry each set up a ladder, and push the fourth one to make a perfect square in the center of the ring. They each grab one of the fallen competitors - Reese grabs Vi, Diego grabs Falcon, Captain grabs Vi and Jared grabs Daria, and up the ladder they climb. As they do so, Connie continues her speech.

 

Connie: This is where it gets even more fun. There are so many conversations about the Pillars this and Mount Rushmore that, but you... you actually made that choice for the MAWL Universe, didn't you, Leila? But these people, these poor people, have have not gotten to see all those landmarks at once for almost a year now, and the new fans have no idea that so many landmarks exist. So, as part of the XHW Package, you will get a Tour of the Landmarks, in our Four Pillars Experience! 

 

Unklean, reveal your landmark! 

 

Unklean pulls off the mask to reveal...

 

 

The people climbing continue their ascent, not paying full attention to the goings-on.

 

Connie: SM Heartbreaker. A man who is so filthy, so disgusting, his apprentice even calls himself Utterly Vile. The man who is utterly vile seeks to meet the depths of his mentor. A man whose aversion to playing clean is so intense they are re-writing the DSM-VI in his honor. 

 

She walks around the corner as the climbs continue. 

 

Connie: Pariah. Please reveal your landmark. 

 

Pariah pulls the mask off of...

 

 

Connie: NERO. The man cast away more times than Tom Hanks in a TBS Marathon. Cast away by federations. Cast away by Jassy, then by the rest of Psycho Supremacy. Tonight he fights his former friend, a man who hides himself in any even bigger shell and has still cast Nero away. Nero is now with CN Starz...until she, too, casts him away.

 

Connie walks around to Percy Cute. 

 

Connie: Percy Cute, if you please. 

 

Percy Cute pulls the mask off to reveal...

 

 

Connie: GOZU. Claims himself the Patron Saint of Pain. Claims himself the arbiter of judgment, the axe by which fates are determined. A false prophet, and one now to be sacrificed on the most embarrassing altar. 

 

Marcus: Did he ever c-I don't remember him calling himself-

 

Connie: And now... the final one.

 

She walks over to Pam Nicole with the final mask. 

 

She pulls the mask and arches her eyebrow as she sees...

 

 

She shoots a look at Pam Nicole, who starts to...predictably...panic.

 

Pam: I... I-I saw the head... I thought-

 

Familiar Announcer Voice: The role of Scott Razor will be played this evening by Stonefist. 

 

 

Steve walks down through the crowd with a microphone.

 

Steve: You see, Scott Razor... he...well, left. He's off in his own federation being awesome. But we've had an opening for a Fourth Pillar as a result. And I think we have some pretty good candidates personally...some who might not make my shortlist, but... you know what, I'll let you decide.

 

 

The crowd goes crazy! The four Pillars (3.5 Pillars?) roll off the gurneys just in time, as the four on the ladders synchronize Avalanche Spanish Flys to the other original opponents and they all SMASH into the gurneys!! 

 

Thunder and the group charge down at the ring!

 

Valerie: This is the SHORT list?

 

Marcus: Admittedly could use some editing, also not sure why Manta is also in Wildfire's pants? Anyway...Thunder and Manta double dropkick to Amerika's Least Wanted! Unklean and Pariah to their feet, Thunder and Manta doubling up for the spin around and Davy Jones Locks! Dante and Diego going at it, Dante huge piledriver through the Italian Announcers' Table! SM Instrument of Destruction to Percy Cute! 

 

Ash: Nero Nerolyzes the hat right off Captain of Industry's head! She staggers forward, he pulls her back into a Backbreaker GOZU COMES DOWN WITH THE DOUBLE STOMP!!! 

 

Crowd: WHOOP WHOOP!!

 

Marcus: Gozu hooks her right up and Devil's Descents her into the steel ramp! 

 

Ash: WILDFIRE WITH THE BOOM2 TO CONNIE COLT! MOON FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A MOONSAULT! 

 

Valerie: MAWL has this match well in-

 

 

Valerie: Spoke too soon! Blue Check Mafia! Unholy Union! Velvet Voltage! K Rush! Golly Gong! 

 

Marcus: JCM just runs through em! 3rd Ave to Vita! 3rd Ave to Marley! Double Clothesline flips Blue Check Mafia! Acolyte Lucien gets him by the neck, JACEN TAROT SMASHES HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A LOADED BIBLE! The Acolyte and The Heretic absolutely blasting each other with fists! AIKO MOONBLADE KICK TO ROUGE....ROUGE SLIDES UNDER IT AND RIGHT INTO JASSY'S SUPERKICK! SPINS AROUND AND AIKO GETS A SUPERKICK! AIKO AND JASSY WITH A SUPERKICK PARTY, BIANCA WRAPS IT WITH A BDE! 

 

Ash: Double Back Body Drop by Velvet Voltage to Moon, Gozu double flatlines them! Stacking Velvet Voltage NERO FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!

 

Crowd: WHOOP WHOOP!!!

 

Valerie: Khairos fully uppercuts Preacher with his staff, and JUDGMENT SLAM! 

 

Marcus: Superstar Davy Boy with a West Coast Stunner to Vex! Stonefist spins Lucien around and the Olympus Fist! Lucien stumbles, Gozu whips Vic Jagger at Lucien! Diego gets the upper hand on Dante... Robertos locks the sleeper on Diego! But he's staring right into the eyes of Dante!

 

Ash: "You're Next." 

 

Valerie: Jared in the midst of all this still has his eyes on the win, to the top and trying to work, GOZU GRABS THE FOOT OF THE LADDER, JARED TUMBLES STRAIGHT INTO ROBERTOS AND DIEGO! Tries to get up, ZOMBIE RAISING BOOT BY AJA!!!

 

Ash: Cinnaman with a double snap DDT to K Rush, and it's just arms, legs, and feet, hard to make out exactly what's happening here, but one thing is very clear, MAWL is setting this place on fire! 

 

Marcus: Ed Savage seeing his attack is going up in flames, tries to run, SM SPINS HIM AROUND, KICK TO THE DICK! GOZU HOOKS HIM IN THE WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! PENANCE BUSTER! NERO AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER... SM AND GOZU HOLD ED SAVAGE SR.....

WHOOP

MEOWING

WHOOP

DRIVER!!!

 

Valerie: This old man's gonna have a heart attack! And they throw Ed into Steve's arms and Steve puts Ed into the Davy Jones!

 

Marcus: Did you ever think. Did you ever think in the history of this federation. Think. You would see these just working together like this? 

 

Ash: Honestly? No. Steve nods to SM, releases the hold a bit for Ed to be aware what's happening but keeps him down for SM, SM goes to the legs, Heartshooter! They're just putting the hurt all the way on!

 

 

DA: THIS STOPS NOW. You all may not like him, but he is still a co-General Manager, so you're in effect assaulting a senior official. So we are ending this for now and picking this back up with our first Madness after International Incident. This spot, that would have been resolved in this match, will instead be resolved in a Battle Royal as the opening match on Madness with anyone who does NOT already have a tournament slot from both MAWL Original and your XHW cohorts who are here now. I'm not going to further punish you this time. But you've been warned. 

 

Ed Savage is wheeled out on a new gurney.

 

DA: And with this, we're going straight to our main show. After these ads. 

 

The MAWL OGs stand, triumphant but honestly a little irritated about this new turn of events.

 

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We open first on an open bench, almost like a confessional in a reality show. Supercut of various people from the waist down as they begin to sit in the chair. We cut away to the locker room door of EM Powered, going inside and seeing AM Brooks and Celeste not having it.

 

 

Celeste (VO): We were growing tired of the over-corporate country club rich bitchy vibe that EM He was trying to implement on the group.

 

AM (VO): I felt that I was stymying my wilder impulses to be classy. I don't even really like clutch purses like that. And I also didn't care about her little feud with Leila, not really.

 

Celeste (VO): So, we left.

 

Quick cut of them slamming the EM door on their way out, then B roll of traveling to Long Island

 

AM (VO): We realized that in that group, ultimately we only liked each other. Celeste (VO): So we thought, why not embrace our urban, street smart style and do something a little more inclusionary.

 

They give each other Long Island-ized makeovers, and then pose outside their new hair salon, Blown Away.

 

 

We now cut to them in the chairs in their new get-up.

 

 

AM: We're still better than everyone.

 

Celeste: But now we wanna make youse better than everyone too.

 

AM/AJ: So let's reintro. I'm AJ.

 

Celeste/Kay Kay: And I'm Kay Kay.

 

Both: And we're Blown Away.

 

Steve Thunder sits in the chair, then a quick cut to Steve walking in the mountains.

 

 

Steve Thunder sits in the chair, then a quick cut to Steve walking in the mountains.

 

Steve (VO): I was quite grateful for the time away. There was a lot that I needed to learn about this new power that was gifted me.

 

 

Very quickly, Steve realizes the answers aren't in the mountains, and shakes his head.

 

Steve (VO): Obviously, I didn't actually expect any answers on this in the mountains. Really not sure why I went there. I think it's what everyone's supposed to do in these scenarios?

 

Quick cut to Steve eating snacks at an aquarium.

 

Steve (VO): So I went to somewhere I knew would be more my speed.

 

 

Obviously, a Ferris Bueller art zoom-in back and forth between Steve and a dolphin ensues.

 

Guard: HEY!

 

 

Steve (VO): I wasn't getting any closer. Also the snacks in the aquarium had gone down in quality and up in price.

 

Steve watches old tape with honestly lateral move snacks - first of what he did then of Stu Hart, of Don Muraco, then after doing some calculations at a blackboard, throwing papers, pegs on boards, watches the tape again and realizes it was the Sugar Lock and the Asiatic Pinch.

 

Steve (VO): That was easier than expected. I could have saved a lot of money. Oh well.

 

Training montage where Steve both perfects the hold and getting into it in various situations to Mountain Goats "Training Montage" first of him training himself then of Manta Ray. We then cut back to the seat.

 

 

Steve: So The Ocean now holds the key to the Davy Jones Lock. Time well used. Thanks for getting into it with Savage.

 

Skye Blue walks up to the chair, sporting her dark blue Sex Appeal gear and trademark smudged blue makeup, but there’s a flicker of that old, high-energy Chicago grit as she slumps back and crosses her legs.

 

 

Skye: What did I do with my time off? Well, I wasn't waiting around for calls from Tony or Paul that's for sure. Those two can kiss my sweet ass.

 

In fact, other than my girls in Sex Appeal, everyone else can kick rocks, and get lost. I had to get away from everyone, so I went looking for wildlife to film, and take pictures. No refs, no annoying fans, no annoying staff, and no annoying amateur wrestlers all crammed ass-to-elbows in backstage and catering area all trying to get my attention. What? They're all flukey and on my bumper just to get my attention.

 

Not even my bedazzling skills could make any of those totally huff guys look good. By the way, I did some of the work for my girls.

 

Skye Blue shows off her bedazzled jacket.

 

 

Skye: If you think hitting a Code Blue with precision is hard, then try placing thousands of razor cut rhinestones on 10 other women's gear without losing your mind. But all you losers out there can only dream to be in my shoes anyways. But I guess that concludes this segment, so...

 

Skye gets told that she's not the only person who got the opportunity to sit down and talk about their off time.

 

Skye: Huh. I'm not the only one doing this? What the heck... What? I'm not even the last person? Whatever. Shut your stupid lame camera off... No ew, you can't use this footage of me now. Give me the camera...

 

 

Skye Blue storms off. 

 

 

Brinadette White shows up, and picks up the camera. She fixes it back onto the tripod, and then looks at the Sex Appeal women with distaste, and then pokes her tongue out at them. She then sits down on the chair, and looks around.

 

 

...

...

...

...

 

 

One of the production managers comes up and tells Brinadette that the chair is reserved only for those who are going to talk about their time off.

 

He points his finger at Brinadette...

 

WARNING SHOT! PEW!

 

 

oUCHIES! Oh noes. Brinadette's been shot.

 

 

nope. she opens one eye, and then checks herself, and has a look of relief.

 

False alarm. Phew!

 

She then pulls out a footlong sub, invisible of course. Extra meatballs, and points at the sub, and then at her top. I think she is trying to say that the invisible blood on her top is just tomato sauce. Nice save meatball sub.

 

Brin then spends a few seconds taking a few bites of her meatball sub, before pulling out an invisible napkin, and wiping any food or sauce from her face

 

But then the lights suddenly go out.

 

The backstage area is pitch black, except for lit up glowing clues.

 

Brin pulls out her detective's clue finding magnifying glass. She' spots a set of multicolored foot prints on the ground, she smiles at the clue, and sets off to follow the tracks.

 

 

Once she is out of frame, the lights return to normal.

 

Kruel sits in - but a much trimmed down version of Kruel.

 

 

All that remains? 6 members - Krissy, Kiyah, Kendry, Kitti, Krey, Kallix - as if they are sitting for press tour on the next Pitch Perfect. During this call and response, the women all shake their head and snap in unison when responding.

 

Krissy: What did we do? We did the kruelest thing we could. We booted some bitches. We learned that we were more bloated than Kelly after celebration cake.

 

Team: Boom.

 

Krissy: We needed to get leaner, meaner, and so the list needed to get cleaner. So it was very simple. You wanted to spend the time with your little ninja buddies instead of us?

 

Team: Gone.

 

Krissy: You wanted to spend your time at New Japan and you didn't think to bring any of the non-Asians?

 

Team: Gone.

 

Krissy: The TV actresses who treated us like their own personal Dancing with the Stars, desperate to cling on to relevance when their best shows are behind them?

 

Team: Gone.

 

Krissy: Using us as your one last show before retirement?

 

Team: Gone.

 

Krissy: And so this is who's left. This is the new, improved, young and hungry Kruel. This is the future. Oh, and we kicked that old ass no-bop Tori Amos song to the curb too. Stay fresh. Stay relevant. Or stay at home.

 

They all snap in unison one last time, Kendry low key worrying that she is just under the radar and not secure in the group but refusing to show that to the girls. 

 

As they walk away...

 

We have a flashback to an arena, where Miss Carol is trying to team with Holly Jolly, and though Holly Jolly agrees, she becomes frustrated with Miss Carol using some underhanded techniques to get them the win, which Carol agrees to do better

 

 

Carol (VO):

Was some months before Christmas, and inside the ring
I tried to join Holly and we were winning
But she was unhappy with moves that I made
And made me promise to more legally play

 

Though I thought it better that we get our wins fast
I wanted to be better than my ignoble past
I wanted to be with Christmas All Year
So I agreed to switch up my gear

 

Holly and Carol team more, and Carol does not stay with her promise.

 

 

Carol (VO):

But the impulses O I struggled to control

And we were still winning, but it took its toll

Holly reprimanded, 'It isn't okay'

And I felt my chance at teaming up slipping away

 

Holly and Carol are increasingly frustrated. Eventually...

 

 

Carol (VO):

These impulses I kept struggling to contain

But it wasn't something I could really sustain

My desire for teaming then turned to disdain

She ran mouth again...

 

A smile forms

 

 

Carol (VO): Smashed that bitch with a cane

 

We return to the chair, as Carol... now Caroline... has a wicked smile in her business suit, as many of her previous enemies stand behind her --

 

 

Int. GHW Arena

 

Kenneth Tuckey IX stands in the arena doorway with a manila envelope, watching a fight between Kira F. Knoe and Barclay Stockett.

 

 

Kenneth (VO): Now ah must say I'm happiah than a horse that found himself the first juicy apple o' Spring, the pride in mah heart jus' springin' to life. Because out there, right in that there ring...

 

 

Kenneth (VO): Well that there's mah daughter.

Back to Kenneth, standing at the entrance, clapping as Kira is winning the fight.

 

Kenneth (VO): Ah learned that while's we were away. And so in mah hand, ah got two things here. One, the paternity results-

 

 

Kenneth (VO): ...an' two, an ownah's stake in the Chicken Chateau.

 

After the match... Kira didn't win, but Kenneth first shakes her hand then hands her the envelope. She looks at it and then gives him a big hug and nods her head excitedly.

 

 

We cut back to the chairs, where Kira is now sitting with Kenneth, but she is dressed in gold as K.F. Caesar.

 

 

KF Caesar: And together, we're gonna being chicken goodness and championship greatness to both MAWL AND GHW. Think of it as... an expansion. And for this hand on my lap... let's just say, someone tried to get to close to my money. 

 

The camera operator can be heard retching a little and a PA is motioning to go to the main show. But before that can happen...

 

The camera cuts to a very close up shot of Rufus; the Psycho Extreme. His voice behind the mask sounds hollow and eerie as his eyes search the lens like he is trying to look deep into the viewers very soul.

 

 

Psycho Extreme: You think you know me, don't you? You think you can see into the supreme mind of one of wrestling's greatest talent, and figure out what he's been doing for the last three months. Well I'll tell you piss ants exactly what I have been doing. But first I'll tell you what I haven't been doing, and that's sitting at home with a thumb up my ass. Ja.

 

The Psycho Supreme gives himself a small snicker, then straightens up to continue.

 

Psycho Extreme: You peasants like that one, don't you's. A small joke for my old friend Nero. And yes what better thing was there to do, than dedicate my entire time off to finding ways I'm going to inflict pain to the man who moved on, and left me for dead in the annuals of a MAWL yearbook of forgotten wrestlers who were mere fodder for others careers.

 

WELL YOU DON'T GET TO DO THAT TO ME!!

 

 

The Psycho Extreme jumps to his feet, and spins and half kicks the chair he was sitting on. Unsatisfied by his attempt to smash the chair with a kick, he then picks up the chair, and smashes it several times on the ground, until one chair leg breaks. He then directs his attention back at the camera. His breathing is heavy, and his echoed deep voice has a wheeze at the end of his exhaling. His voice also starts to sound exaggerated and high pitched on the last few syllables of his sentences.

 

Psycho Extreme: You think this is funny don't you!

 

He tries taking a swing at the camera, but the camera man, and production team are weary from his last on camera appearance where he smashed mic and camera under his boot.

 

Psycho Extreme: While I stayed Psycho, you turned sycophant you fucking boot licking ass kisser!

 

He tries to grab the camera.

 

Psycho: Tonight, Nero. You wait until I get my hands on you! I'm going to crush you into the ground, and make you remember who I am, and show everyone who the real Psycho Supreme always was, is, and forever will be.

 

He finally gets a hold of the camera, and throws it to the ground, and stomps on it. You can only see one leg, and the boot of the other leg is raining down on the camera. You hear audio sounds of staff, and security arriving trying to pry the Psycho Extreme away from the camera. Jassy's dog is even there yapping at him, and almost gets a kick for his troubles.

 

 

***static***

 

 

The whooshing noise with the line "Black Sheep Come On" plays as the MAWL graphic starts to fizzle into place like the MARVEL logo with various wrestlers hitting finishers, staring into the camera, et al in the letters.

 

[OH YEAH]

 

Supercut at increasing velocity of WildFire, Adara Rose, Dorian Karras, Radio Silence, Nero, Deck of Hearts, Robertos Michael, Sex Appeal, X-Treme Society, Isabella Van der Garde, all colliding into the title graphic-

 

Announcer: WELCOME TO OUR SEASON PREMIERE PAY PER VIEW, MAWL INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT: TROUBLE AT HOME! BROUGHT TO YOU BY MAWL 4 AND WESTJET! 

 

 

Announcer: LIVE FROM EDMONTON, ALBERTA ,CANADA

Coming to you from ROGERS PLACE, Home of Your EDMONTON OILERS !!!



INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT 2026 !!!

 

Fireworks go off in Rogers Place as "Black Sheep" by Metric continues to play through the speakers to a huge pop. 

 

 

Ash: WELCOME! WELCOME! WELCOME BACK MAWL-STARS! We are so thrilled to have you here in historic Rogers Place, no better place to re-open the doors than in the fabled home of one of our absolute icons-

 

 

Suddenly : “I Wanna Rock” By Twisted Sister plays on the ‘tron  as WildFire and Adara Rose walk down to the ring hand in hand wearing orange and blue Edmonton Oiler jerseys. 

 

 

WildFire’s jersey has the #29 emblazoned on it while Adara’s has #97, WildFire has the ETHER title around his waist and Adara has the CRIMSON RITES title around hers.

 

They walk past the front where several members of the Edmonton Oilers team are seated and cheering as everyone is standing and cheering their hometown heroes.

 

When they get to the ring WildFire holds open the ring ropes for Adara and she quickly enters. WildFire enters the ring after his mic in hand.

 

WildFire smiles. 

 

“Oh Canada ..” he sings holding his mic towards the crowd.

The Crowd sings : 

 

O Canada!

Our home and native land!

True patriot love in all of us command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,

The True North strong and free!

From far and wide,

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. 

 

WildFire smiles when they are done and laughs as he states with pure joy “That never gets old !!

 

The crowd cheers loudly and even now none of them have sat down.

 

WildFire pauses as a picture is shown on the ‘tron.

 

 

WildFire and Adara sharing the mic : “We are Proud to Announce that Tonight . MAWL, The Edmonton Oilers and the Marcurius family have partnered together for a very special charity auction online right now. ALL PROCEEDS which will go to the BEN STELTER FOUNDATION !”

 

WildFire hands the mic to  Adara : “We Love you Ben !!!”

 

Crowd : BEN !! BEN !! BEN !!!



WildFire and Adara sharing the mic : “ And we are Proud to be back here in our Hometown of Edmonton Alberta , Home of our 5 time Stanley Cup Champions ….

 

Crowd : “OILERS !!! OILERS !!! OILERS !!!!”

 

Crowd “OILERS !!! OILERS !!! OILERS !!!

 

Crowd : “OILERS!!! OILERS !!! OILERS !!!”



Adara smiles as she taps the CRIMSON RITES Title.around her waist “Don’t forget this !!!”  

 

The Crowd cheers 



Adara :” Dorrian Karras isn’t gonna know what hit him!  After I hit him with the LAST WORD he’s going to wake up in the next century! He’s going to need more than a Crowbar to help him outta that jam !” 

 

The crowd laughs at her joke.

 

WildFire unclasps the Ether title from his waist and holds it up high above his head. 

 

Adara holds the mic towards WildFire : “And as for ZAGREUS and RADIO SILENCE …, who’s name sounds like an over the counter weight loss supplement by the way.. Zagreus not Radio Silence …”

 

WildFire points at the crowd while holding up the title .

 

Crowd : “WHO”D AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF !! THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! WHO”S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! LA LA LA LA :LA LA !!!” The crowd mocks RADIO SILENCE and Zagreus.

 

WildFIre : “ RADIO SILENCE you were gone for over half a year, and now you come back hot and heavy looking to make your bones once again, do yourself a favour, get a clue and crawl back into whatever hole your dragged your mangy carcasses out of  because ….”

 

Crowd “ WHO”S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF !! THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! WHO”S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! LA LA LA LA :LA LA !!!”

 

WildFire : “And if you think you can pull any of your @##@$ games here in my home town… remember this … anything you do can be done to you in return… in spades !!!”

 

WildFire and Adara walk out of the ring as the Crowd cheers and sings .

 

Crowd :  WHO”S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF !! THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! THE BIG BAD WOLF ! WHO”S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF !!! LA LA LA LA :LA LA !!!”

 

 

Valerie: And in what would usually be an unexpected twist, WildFire has riled this crowd to a fever pitch.

 

 

Marcus: Anyone can be a hero in their own hometown.

 

Ash: I mean, I've definitely seen people get booed in their own hometowns. It does happen. Being home doesn't mean you're welcome.

 

Valerie: And that's kinda the theme of today, right? The implosion of the structure. Like, I will be so surprised if Zora Luthor International survives today. 

 

 

 

Sheri: The following is a Buzzer Battle Royal! Ten teams will start in the ring, and must eliminate each other by throwing their opponents over the top rope with both feet touching the ground! This is a six-sided ring, however, and the middle two turnbuckles have a buzzer which if hit will add another team to the match! The winning team will be the only one to have one or both members in the ring when all other teams have been eliminated. 

 

 

El Gallito Loco and Tortuga de Acero make their way to the platform, which moves to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Mexico, the team of Tortuga de Acero and El Gallito Loco, Heroes de la Calle!!

 

Marcus: I have to admit, I'd thought they broke up.

 

Ash: I think they did, but decided that singles competition wasn't for them.

 

Marcus: Well, I hope they can have each others' backs. 

 

Valerie: Smart of DA to get these moving platforms, otherwise Tortuga might not make it to the ring before it was cleared.

 

 

Yarp and Yerb step onto the platform now.

 

 

Sheri: From the Himalayas, Yarp and Yerb, The Yetis!

 

Valerie: These two have a win percentage lower than where they were from. 

 

Marcus: This could be the day that changes for them.

 

Valerie: You're an optimistic one. It's annoying.

 

Ash: Anyway, who's next?

 

 

Gilbert Glass and Perry Payne hit the double pound on each other and step on the platform.

 

 

Sheri: NEXT! Unbreakable Gilbert Glass, Unrelenting Perry Payne, the former Path Tag champs, MANIFESTATION OF DEFENESTRATION! 

 

Marcus: Can they make the magic work here in MAWL too?

 

Valerie: And if they do, will they actually show up to their next defense and not fall asleep on a party boat?

 

Ash: Oh that boat trip is gonna haunt them for all their days, isn't it.

 

 

Rave N and Lenore Usher board the moving platform, though it's clear Lenore is a little distracted.

 

 

Sheri: From Baltimore, Maryland, the team of Rave N and Lenore Usher, V.I.POE!

 

Marcus: Lenore's mind is clearly elsewhere. Rade's vessel is starting to haunt her and she's got that look in her eyes.

 

Valerie: She shouldn't feel too special... she was only one of at least 3. 

 

Ash: You mad you weren't chosen?

 

Valerie: Red isn't my color. 

 

 

Sheri: Next, from Psycho Supremacy, RED GHOST AND LUSTRESS JAMIE HARRISON!

 

Ash: I think they might be all that's left of Psycho Supremacy. Eradicus if I'm not wrong was fired and who knows what happened with Mr. Time. 

 

Valerie: I swear to God if either of you makes a "Mr. Oregano and Mr. Sage" pun I'm knocking someone out.

 

 

Paloma and Paz Pryde give a kiss to each other as they board the platform.

 

 

Sheri: In next, from Asheville, North Carolina, Paz and Paloma... the Prydes! 

 

Ash: A brand new tag team joining our ranks and finding themselves already in this situation.

 

Marcus: Wait, I think we've seen these two before... weren't they the couple that inspired Sherwood?

 

 

Valerie: Oh wow, you're right! And she might have talked them up for this opportunity as a thank you. Some of that kickback senator still lives within her. 

 

 

Damian Blackheart and Shadow Kawashima step onto the platform. 

 

 

Sheri: Next up! The team of Damian Blackheart and Shadow Kawashima.... SPIRIT CRUSHER!

 

Ash: Much like Gallito and Tortuga, we've seen these two travel as soloists, and it looks like they're reunited. 

 

Marcus: You have to imagine that Los Heroes are none too happy to be staring these two down again. It took forever for Gallito to kick that Hope Elixir addiction.

 

Valerie: There's sure to be a reckoning and some old feelings that need working out in that ring. 

 

 

Jack and Venus Dismal step onto the platform to cheers.

 

 

Sheri: Next! From the Great Dismal Swamp in Suffolk, Virginia, the team of Jack and Venus Dismal, the Dismal Duo!

 

Marcus: They are out here doing it for the culture, and I got nothing but respect for these two. 

 

Valerie: That's great. Let's see if they can translate that rage into a win. I have my doubts.

 

 

Match Point step onto the platform and stretch out as it takes them to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: NEXT! Miles Max and Todd Zena, MATCH POINT!

 

Ash: Miles Max traded in his Sentinel Southern vibe for tennis shorts. Not sure it was a glow up for him.

 

Valerie: Zena is a better partner for him than Charmin Cam.

 

Marcus: You mean "Charming."

 

Valerie: I said what I said.

 

 

Damien and Damon Knight step onto the platform to boos.

 

 

Sheri: And finally! From Dallas Texas, representing XHW - 

 

The crowd boos this.

 

Sheri: Damien and Damon Knight.... the Dallas Knights!

 

Ash: That is the right reaction.

 

Marcus: You gotta imagine that they are going to be one of the early targets for elimination. Bad enough that Diego held a belt for a bit, but these XHW fools are everywhere. 

 

Valerie: You gotta imagine that it's wholly possible the buzzer could bring in more of them too. We don't know what teams are lined up behind this thing, but Blue Check Mafia, Black Castle, Unholy Union, the other half of the Hollywood House Party... we truly have no idea what's behind the curtain if those buzzers are activated. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: Lenore clearly distracted, Paloma Pryde capitalizes with a kangaroo kick pushing her forward. Perry Payne swings, Red Ghost blocks and punches back. Shadow Kawashima with a huge boot and Jack going over the edge!

 

Marcus: Man, why's it always--oh he saves himself, cool, cool, oh but Damien Knight now trying with a knee and Jack spinning but again, holds tight. That's my guy right there.

 

Valerie: Lenore cannot keep her mind in this match, still gazing outward, Yerb with a Scottish Sickle rings her! Rave trying to pep talk her, make sure she's okay, don't be stupid. Don't do that during a match.

 

Ash: This kind of spaciness I remember seeing from Ann Lee before she became his vessel. He may already be in her head. Damien Knight with a big Oklahoma Slam to Paz Pryde. Paz pulling herself to her feet with the ropes OH and the OTHER Damian boots her right out! 

 

Valerie: Rookie mistake using the ropes to get up during an over-the-top elimination match!

 

Paz Pryde is eliminated by Damian Blackheart! (1)

 

Marcus: Miles takes the opportunity to try to wipe out Blackheart's partner with a racket shot, he just pissed Shadow off. Put that in the pantheon of bad ideas.

 

Ash: Rave N trying to protect Lenore, who's clearly dazed, Gilbert Glass charging them with the Glass Cannon punch but Rave reverses into a judo arm flip and Glass to the other side of the ropes, but he went through the middle and is still in this, she trying to push Gilbert, oh but this leaves Lenore open, Shadow Kawashima with a German Suplex to her and Miles shooting an elbow to Damian Knight's back. Lustress Jamie with a slap to Glass.

 

Valerie: Lenore finally waking up and chop to Yarp, Jack also waking up and release suplex sends Damien Knight to the outside!

 

Damien Knight is eliminated by Jack Dismal! (1)

 

Ash: Jack spinning back around in time to catch Todd Zena out with a spinebuster. Shadow Kawashima trying to get more shots in on Lenore-

 

 

Marcus: RADE SPRAYS SHADOW WITH BLOOD MIST! HE TURNS AROUND AND LENORE USHER BOOTS SHADOW KAWASHIMA OUT!

 

Shadow Kawashima is eliminated by Lenore Usher! (1)

 

Ash: Oh no, Lenore is transfixed. Yerb with a bionic elbow to Gallito, Venus Dismal dropkicks Yerb right over the ropes oh but he holds on. 

 

Marcus: RADE GRABS BOTH MEMBERS OF LOS HEROES BY THEIR THROATS! AND LENORE LIFTS THEM OUT BY THE LEGS!

 

El Gallito Loco and Tortuga de Acero are eliminated by Lenore Usher! (2/3)

 

Valerie: Perry with a backfist of Paloma, Todd Zena follows up with a forearm shot rollicking her. Miles gives him a thumbs up and powerslams Blackheart! Jamie jumps in with a fist drop on Blackheart. 

 

Marcus: Yerb trying to jump in on Paloma's being beaten down. running at her oh and she back body drops him!!

 

Yerb Yeti is eliminated by Paloma Pryde! (1)

 

Ash: Yarp trying to avenge, Paloma jumps to evade and Yarp hits a buzzer!

 

LOUD + FIERCE

 

Valerie: Oh, Loud Len not involved but Ono Fender and Gretchen Grind are here on the main roster and shooting their shot. 

 

Marcus: Venus Dismal with a neckbreaker to Damon Knight. Blackheart with a big chop to Red Ghost. Damon trying to get to his feet but Paloma tilt-a-whirl headscissors and takes Damon out of here!! YEAH! SCREW YOU GHW!

 

Damon Knight is eliminated by Paloma Pryde! (2)

 

Ash: Gretchen Grind in with a chop to Paloma. Perry going to Shoot the Duck on Miles, Miles catches him out with a Powerbomb. 

 

Simon: Red Ghost decides to be a troll and just hits the buzzer!

 

WILL CORRIGAN AND
MATT MARTIGON

 

Marcus: Wait aren't they enemies? Why are they coming in together?

 

Valerie: I don't know but they're up on the apron and they're pulling Zena and Max out of the ring! Suplex to the outside!!

 

Miles Max is eliminated by Matt Martigon! (1) Todd Zena is eliminated by Will Corrigan! (1)

 

Ash: That felt like a targeted attack - wait, what the-

 

 

Ash: MAGNUS AND NERO ARE HERE AND THEY'RE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF MATCH POINT!! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS??

 

Valerie: I don't know, but I'm loving these four as a unit and I'm curious to see where this goes.

 

Marcus: They continue the beatdown as Martigon and Corrigan enter the match, maybe they just hate tennis? Jamie and Ghost seem a little thrown by this too.

 

Ash: Venus with a backhand to Blackheart, Ono Fender takes advantage of the distraction with a double punch to the kidney of Lustress Jamie. Venus sees Lenore is still drawn to Rade, Polish Hammer to her back pushing her forward. Snap suplex by Glass to Paloma. Yarp taking a lariat to Blackheart, Blackheart evades and snap neckbreaker!

 

Marcus: Rave N with the claw to Paloma! She's got the Masque of the Red Death on her! She's going to lift Paloma over LENORE SENDS RAVE OVER! WHAT!! RADE IS ENTERING THE MATCH!!! 

 

Rave N is eliminated by Lenore Usher! (4)

 

Valerie: Rade sprays up the Blood Mist, and Lenore is taking it in! She's in the mist, and guess is, fully aligned with Rade now!

 

Ash: Damian's had some issues with Rade historically, despite himself charging at Rade and Rade sidesteps, Damian crashes into the buzzer! 

 

PEP RALLY 2.0

 

Ash: Paloma attempts to capitalize on Blackheart's miss, Blackheart spins around in time and snap suplex! Paloma just missed the buzzer, OH but she drop toes Gilbert into it. Here we go.

 

SUGAR N SPICE

 

Marcus: We now have MORE teams represented than when we started! WILL CORRIGAN SUPERKICKS LENORE USHER OUT OF THE RING!!

 

Lenore Usher is eliminated by Will Corrigan! (2)

 

Ash: Lenore reaches back up and hits a buzzer. That's just rude. 

 

CHICKEN CHATEAU

 

Ash: Kenneth just learned over the time away that Kira F. Knoe is his daughter, and now she is co-owner of their company.

 

Marcus: They missed Gallito. 

 

Ash: That they did, but they'll get a chance for gold here and then they can fight all the chickens they want. 

 

Valerie: Martigon with the Spinning Impaler to Jack Dismal! Chaotic Neutral! Dismal to his feet and goddammit.

 

Marcus: He leaned on the buzzer.

 

Valerie: He leaned on the buzzer. Well, Martigon boots him out. 

 

Jack Dismal is eliminated by Matt Martigon! (2)

 

Ash: One step forward, two steps back.

 

CON + CON SR.

 

Marcus: CON is coming out here with... his dad?

 

Ash: I know that Deck of Hearts is set to have a pow wow later, but I guess he couldn't wait and didn't want one of them in this match. They're also all in matches later on.

 

Valerie: CON Sr. was signing with GHW just as I was getting this transfer, but I got a little bit of intel on him. Apparently he's also gone by "Consignor" as one of his early scams was posing the head of a parish, and CON when he was Confetti swore he wouldn't be like him. Welp, there goes that. 

 

Marcus: This also means two sets of parents and kids.

 

Ash: Cinna with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors trying to put Pep Reilly over the ropes but she holds her ground, Martigon smashes Blackheart's head...into the buzzer. Are they not paying attention. 

 

YARA SISTERS

 

Valerie: Rade just tosses Paloma by the arms to the other side of the ring! Turns around and boots Yara Yamada to the ground. 

 

Marcus: What a welcome. KF Caesar, the former Kira F Knoe, with an unemotional clawed slap to Randi Rah Rah. She tries it with CON but he blocks and slaps her back. Rade tries to boot Paloma out but she holds herself firm in the ropes, Blackheart takes the time to get her with a chop. 

 

Ash: Yarp charges Yara Yumi, tries to knock her over, she holds firm and tries to drag him over, both able to keep their feet. Yumi springboards back into the ring and high dropkick to Paloma. Paloma to her feet, grabs Kenneth Tuckey up in a Military Press... Pizza Spin Back Toss over the ropes! He just took the Pryde Fall out of this match!

 

Kenneth Tuckey IX is eliminated by Paloma Pryde! (3)

 

Valerie: Perry with a high knee to CON Sr., Sr. turns around and scoop slam trying to take Jack out, oh but Jack lands on the apron, Jack trying to pull him over. Randi taking the run to Will Corrigan, going for a tornado DDT but he back body drops her out! 

 

Randi Rah Rah is eliminated by Will Corrigan! (3)

 

Marcus: Red Ghost with the headbutt to Yarp, and a Red Hurricane Huracanrana to Will Corrigan looking to take him out of the equation, and out he goes! Oh this causes Nero to stare down his former protege. It may well be on now.

 

Will Corrigan is eliminated by Red Ghost! (1)

 

Ash: Ghost was where Corrigan may well be, under the Learning Tree of Woe, and you can see the little bit of pain in his eyes. 

 

Valerie: KF Caesar low blow to Yarp! She abominabled his snowmen! 

 

Marcus: Yara Yamada with an Olympic Slam to Pep Reilly. Martigon tries to avenge his partner, Ghost spins around and blasts Martigon with an Enzuigiri!

 

Ash: KF with a backhand chop with CON Sr. 

 

Valerie: She doesn't even need to be "My dad can beat up your dad", she can do it just fine on her own. Gilbert Glass loading up, GLASS CANNON TO GRETCHEN GRIND AND GRIND IS OUTTA HERE!

 

Gretchen Grind is eliminated by Gilbert Glass! (1)

 

Marcus: That exchange is brought to you by the letter G. 

 

Ash: Martigon with the headbutt to Paloma. Jack Snake Eyes to Ghost, and yep, another dang buzzer.

 

Valerie: Wild how we had none for so long and now it seems nonstop. 

 

IEREMIA BROTHERS

 

Marcus: Rade blasting Gilbert with a headbutt of his own. Paloma with a knife edge to Ono, Cinna hits at Sr. Gilbert trying to shake off the headbutt and Fender rings his bell with a high kick. Rade and Yarp double boot sends Yamada to the outside... Yamada keeps one foot up!

 

Ash: Pep with Payne in the corner and a Bronco Buster. Bauro Irish Whipping Martigon into... the Buzzer Buckle. Great. And Clothesline in the corner. 

 

THE BONES BROADS

 

Valerie: GHW's Deadliest Dames are on the case. Bauro back elbow to Yarp, Red Ghost with a right hook to Yara Yumi. Ono Fender with a snap DDT to Cinnaman. So hard to keep up with all the craziness here, but crazy is what we aim for.

 

Ash: Gilbert with a snap spinebuster takes Martigon to the mat. KF Caesar spinning neckbreaker to Blackheart. Beautiful backbreaker from Betero to Betsy Bones. Some teamwork from Jack and Venus Dismal with Irish whip to Perry, oh he ducks the double clothesline and back around with a double float-over neckbreaker! 

 

Marcus: Cinna with a shotgun dropkick to Yarp and... oh come on!

 

Ash: Oh it looks like we might be getting some representatives from Hot Mess Express-

 

 

Marcus: WHAT?? YUCA LAYLI WHY??

 

 

Valerie: It didn't take Kelly long to find a new partner after being dismissed from Kruel. I wasn't expecting Yuca to be her partner, then I wasn't expecting ANY of this.

 

Ash: Well here they come into the fray, the action hasn't stopped for the chaos though and Reilly with a brutal spin kick to Yara Yamada. Rade huge backbreaker to Lustress Jamie, and it bears noting that 7 of our original 10 teams are still represented in this match. Yuca bashes Reilly's face into the buzzer.

 

ICICLE TWINS

 

Valerie: We are now at 18 teams.

 

Ash: I'm being told that at 20 teams, the buzzers get shut off and won't be reactivated until there are 10 teams left. 

 

Marcus: That's relieving.

 

Ash: Martigon with a spinning suplex to Yara Yamada. Paloma trying to put Sugar over the edge-effort won't come to be and it becomes a guillotine instead. And I'm being told that's Stalagmight, one of the Icicle Twins we saw sitting with the former Miss Carol, who just drove her knee into CON's face. 

 

Valerie: There's a world where CON and CON Sr. end up fighting SM and Violent. Could you imagine?

 

Ash: That's a good point, SM is up for the tag belt later. Reilly chops Rade, that was not a smart idea. Belly to Belly by Yarp to Red Ghost and it's kinda wild that Yarp is still in this. 

 

Marcus: Someone underestimated the Yetis.

 

Valerie: I'll admit that if he wins. 

 

Ash: Rade boots him right into the buzzer, so that'll be 19. 

 

Marcus: WILD.

 

UNHOLY UNION

 

Ash: Unholy Union out, and that'll be Preacher and Vex stepping into this.

 

Valerie: KF Caesar has Jack Dismal up on the top, she steps to the middle and Avalanche BFT! She calls that the KFT! ONO FENDER HURACANRANAS RED GHOST TO THE OUTSIDE!!! 

 

Red Ghost is eliminated by Ono Fender! (1)

 

Marcus: That's the correct direction!

 

Ash: Kelly - I'm being told now she's going by Barbi Wyre, okay then - with a mid kick to Bauro. Betsy with a swing at Rade OH but he grabs the fist and powers her down to her knees before pushing her away. CON tries to avenge her, oh Rade choke tossed him straight across the ring. Jamie trying to get Bessie Bones over the rope, all she achieves is a little rope burn.

 

Valerie: Exploder suplex by Blackheart to Jamie and she hits the buzzer. Great.

 

Marcus: But that's 20. So now they have to clear the field once this team comes in back down to 10 teams before anyone new can be allowed admittance.

 

THE END BEGINS

 

 

Valerie: On the nose, but okay.

 

Robotic Voice: BUZZER DEACTIVATED.

 

Ash: Paloma shotgun dropkick to Vex. Martigon powerbomb to Bessie Bones. BLACKHEART ENDS REILLY'S NIGHT WITH A SCALPEL KICK!!

 

Pep Reilly is eliminated by Damian Blackheart! (2)

 

Marcus: Back down to 19. Okay. Maybe we'll see some clearance here. Rade lifts Barbi up, and here come those headbutts at lightning speed!!! Gesichtsmörder!!! 

 

Valerie: CON Sr. riling up Bessie Bones, she charges and he launches with a back body drop!! See ya!!

 

Bessie Bones is eliminated by CON Sr.! (1)

 

Ash: And the CONs notch their first elimination this match.

 

Valerie: You gotta feel for CON. Teaming with your dad is a little like taking mom to prom.

 

Marcus: Well, I wouldn't blame the guy. You were promised after you beat your entire team that the team would help you find your OTP, and Jen Teal as far as we can tell is still out there somewhere. It's fair to question how much Deck even looked. 

 

Valerie: I actually have to agree with you, and if I were SM, I'd be buying all sorts of apology bouquets after watching this performance. The CONs still have their full team in with 7 teams having come in after them. It's a hell of a performance no matter the outcome.

 

Ash: Of course that would rely on SM having more insight than a family of lanternflies. Unholy and Sugar N Spice staring each other down...Sugar Cooki with an atomic drop on Preacher, Vex with a snap DDT on Cinna. GENESIS WITH THE BOOT OF JUSTICE CLEARS BETSY! THAT'S IT FOR THE BONEYARD!

 

Betsy Bones is eliminated by Genesis! (1)

 

Marcus: Genesis spins around without blinking, back elbow to Paloma. Sugar with a spinning neckbreaker to Barbi. Damian Blackheart with a Scalpel Kick, knocks Genesis back but he barely holds in. It's just his... beginning.

 

Ash: Rade pops Lustress Jamie up.... 7 Feet Under and possibly more, Jamie is out of here!

 

Lustress Jamie is eliminated by Rade! (1)

 

Valerie: All those times helping Lenore, but this is his first elimination this match on his own merits.

 

Ash: Genesis with a Saito Suplex to Yuca, her partner Barbi with a jumping DDT to Paloma. Rade with a Uranage to CON Sr. Perry Payne running powerslam launches Stalagmight right out of the ring!

 

Stalagmight is eliminated by Perry Payne! (1)

 

Marcus: Oooh KF with another low blow kick, this time to Cinna. Rade going for another double chokeslam to Perry and Barbi, but both manage to hang tough and back fully on the apron, Barbi into the ring on her own, Omega helps Perry by flipping him over the ropes. How nice of him.

 

Valerie: Yarp with a clubbing blow to the back of KF and I'm honestly surprised he's still here. Payne follows that up with an elbow drop on her. She spins back to her feet, taking down Yumi with a Capoeira kick, you can't keep her down. 

 

Ash: Betero with a Samoan Drop to Martigon. KF with a spinning back wheel kick to knock Martigon over the rope, his feet lift off the ground but he's able to get himself back down. Yumi with an exploder suplex to Betero, amazing strength on display and just misses the ropes. Yarp tries to charge Venus Dismal out, but she holds her ground. 

 

Marcus: CON Sr holding Ono in a stalling suplex and taking her to the edge... over the ropes SHE BRINGS HIM WITH HER!! 

 

Ono Fender (2) and CON Sr. (2) eliminate each other!

 

Ash: CON is pissed and he's taking it out on Stalactight with a flurry of headlock punches! OH but Rade and Damian Blackheart sandwich him with boots to the side of CON's head! Going to lift him out, NO Damian pushes Rade aside and goes for the elimination on his on! CON going out!

 

CON is eliminated by Damian Blackheart! (3)

 

Marcus: Rade trying to dump Blackheart out of revenge, but Blackheart holds firm. Stalactight gets Venus over her head in an Upside Down Gorilla Press, driving down to an Inverted Front Slam out of the ring and Venus grabs her arm oh bringing her out with her!! 

 

Venus Dismal (1) and Stalactight (1) eliminate each other!

 

Valerie: Spinning Neckbreaker by Cinna to Martigon! Sugar Cooki with a back suplex to Jack Dismal trying to take him out of the ring, Dismal keeps his feet up and back in. Come on guys, let's clean this ring out.

 

Ash: Martigon with a spinning backfist to the gut of Rade. Cooki with a high knee to Blackheart. Wait, AWKWARD NORA FEENEY IS BACK AND SHE PULLS BARBI WYRE OUT OF THE RING OVER THE ROPE! 

 

Barbi Wyre is eliminated by... Awkward Nora Feeney! (1)

 

Marcus: Get your revenge, girl! Nora absolutely unloading on Barbi! YARA YAMADA BICYCLE KICKS MATT MARTIGON OUT OF THE MATCH!!

 

Matt Martigon is eliminated by Yara Yamada! (1)

 

Valerie: How the hell do the Manifestation guys still have both their guys left? 

 

Marcus: They're just that good. Ah but Betero gets Perry with a spinning backfist. Vex with a snap suplex to Yumi, I guess he can fight.

 

Ash: Paloma with a running bulldog to Cinna. Sugar Cooki sends Damian Blackheart to the outside with a dropsault!! 

 

Damian Blackheart is eliminated by Sugar Cooki! (1)

 

Valerie: And very quickly we are down to 12 teams. Rade slams Yarp's head into his knee, HOW is he still here? Good lord!

 

Ash: Paloma with a running DDT to Betero. Preacher with a double axe handle to Jack Dismal. Dismal with a huge Uranage to Paloma sending her outside like she's crashing to Earth. 

 

Paloma Pryde is eliminated by Jack Dismal! (2)

 

Marcus: YARP SPEARS YUCA AND KNOCKS HER OVER THE ROPE!!

 

Yuca Laymi is eliminated by Yarp Yeti! (1)

 

Ash: What, is she changing her name? Ugh. I hate it. 

 

Robotic Voice: Buzzers Re-Engaged.

 

Valerie: We are now at 10 teams, and sure enough, the buzzers are turned back on. 

 

Marcus: Good rollin' out of the way Jack, and Vex gets Preacher with the clothesline instead! YARP DROPKICKED OUT BY SUGAR COOKI!

 

Valerie: FINALLY!!

 

Yarp Yeti is eliminated by Sugar Cooki! (2)

 

Ash: Cinna with a series of forearm shots to Yamada. Betero with a quick jab to Rade. Bauro lifting Yamada up in the high cross... BAUN-T TO THE OUTSIDE!! 

 

Yara Yamada is eliminated by Bauro Ieremia! (1)

 

Marcus: YARA YUMI TAKES HER FRUSTRATIONS OUT WITH A CORKSCREW DROPKICK TO KF AND SHE SENDS HER RIGHT ON OUT!

 

KF Caesar is eliminated by Yara Yumi! (1)

 

Valerie: Yumi spins around RIGHT INTO THE CHOKEHOLD BY RADE! PERRY PAYNE TRYING TO PUNCH HIM OFF, RADE GRABS HIM WITH THE OTHER HAND! CHOKESLAMS THEM BOTH OUT AND THIS TIME, NO ONE SURVIVES!

 

Perry Payne and Yara Yumi are eliminated by Rade! (2/3)

 

Ash: Omega with a huge forearm shot to Vex. But his partner a bit more effective, double clothesline to Jack Dismal and Betero Ieremia, and out Jack goes, but Betero hits the buckle and thus the buzzer.

 

HARLOW LIFE

 

Valerie: Married lifestyle influencers and motivational speakers from Tucson, Arizona, and I know I feel motivated to live that Harlow Lifestyle. 

 

Ash: High knee by Sugar Cooki rocks Preacher, but he keeps himself standing. Hayden doesn't wanna waste time, throwing a series of gut punches to Genesis. Rade takes the other half of the team with a big scoop slam to Omega X, and Bauro follows up with a running headbutt to the gut, Vex with a running neckbreaker to Omega.

 

Marcus: He's getting it from all ends. Cinna taking a different approach, handstand dropkick pushing back at Rade, Rade staggers back. Oh, and right into the button.

 

ADVANCED PLACEMENT

Marcus: They truly think they're better than everyone.

 

Valerie: I mean, in relation to the people in the ring that's mostly true.

 

Ash: Gilbert forearm shot to Preacher, Preacher staggering back a little, oh but he clearly hit the button on his own. 

 

Marcus: Probably hoping for more XHW backup.

 

INTERGALACTIC

 

Ash: They, a while back, were a team... Andromeda lost her way for a bit and joined The Bored, Andromeda thought she'd be going to Aztec Pro, but now they're back from outerspace.

 

Valerie: Andromeda launches into the ring and double knee shot, pushing Hayden back and right...into a buzzer. Here we go again.

 

JUNKO TWINS

 

Marcus: Hayden running at Rade and he just trips him. Rude. Harley charging full speed at Jaielin Junko, and oh dang they both go over, taking each other out.

 

Jaielin Junko (1) and Harley Harlow (1) eliminate each other!

 

Valerie: Hayden in shock and I can't blame him, oh and look at Glass taking advantage like a little sneak freak with that discus lariat. Andromeda gives him a taste of his own with that floatover snapmare. Jin pulls Andromeda up into a suplex, OH and Rade gets them both on his shoulders, this just became a tower of doom! Superplex!! ANDROMEDA BOUNCES UP AND DROPKICKS RADE OUT!!! WHAT!!!

 

Rade is eliminated by Andromeda! (1)

 

Ash: The monster has been pulled to the ground!!! Andromeda without even blinking or thinking spin kick to Sugar Cooki and she barrels into a buck... oh man. 

 

KENSHI KIZUNA

 

Marcus: KARU AND KEIKO ARE BACK AND THEY'RE READY TO BE THE PROTECTORS WE NEED!

 

Ash: Jin rushing Gilbert, he ducks and jab, jab, hook. Preacher scoops Cinna up, powerslam oh and he went right for the buzzer before landing it! He must really be looking for more XHW backup.

 

AMERIKA'S LEAST WANTED

 

Valerie: Well, this time he got his wish. A little extra XHW. Preacher and Genesis working together, double chokeslam plants Andromeda in the mat. Hey, maybe End Begins are XHW supporters too. 

 

Ash: Preacher with a Spike Piledriver to Alie Ward! Scooping her up, going for the dump out OH DAMN SHE HEADSCISSORS HIM OVER THE ROPES! But both are safe.

 

Marcus: I would have loved Preacher to get his help just to immediately be eliminated. Andromeda back to her feet, charging the first person in her way Sugar into the corner and yep it's that corner. She's rebounding into a back body drop and here comes the next team. We were doing so well.

 

VOROCHON

 

Ash: Bauro with the BAUN-T sends Jin Junko out!

 

Jin Junko is eliminated by Bauro Ieremia! (2)

 

Marcus: Ah, Cinna gives Astra the attention she was lacking with a corkscrew splash. Astra with a huge tornado DDT to Alie Ward! Genesis huge forearm shot to Heng Viseth and doesn't knock him out but pisses him off a little. OH BUT ALIE WARD BOOTS GENESIS RIGHT OVER!

 

Genesis is eliminated by Alie Ward! (1)

 

Valerie: Pariah going for a spin kick to Omega, he dodges and she gets Unklean! Oh, not a great go for them. Alie instinctively ducks Karu's high roundhouse, oh but Karu follows with a sweep. Cinnaman with a single leg dropkick pushes Preacher over the edge! OHHH but he keeps his feet on the apron. PREACHER GRABS ALIE WARD AND RELEASE SUPLEX SENDS HER OUTTA HERE!

 

Alie Ward is eliminated by Preacher! (1)

 

Ash: Viseth succeeds in dropkicking Preacher off the apron! He's out!

 

Preacher is eliminated by Heng Viseth! (1)

 

Marcus: Viseth and Piseth are Cambodian twins who fashion themselves the height of fashion and fighting. Hayden with a snap DDT to Karu, nothing too uplifting about that. 

 

Ash: Emily looking to huracanrana Gilbert Glass out, and down he goes! 

 

Gilbert Glass is eliminated by Emily Axford! (1)

 

Valerie: She springboards herself back in with a Moonsault perfectly executed like everything she does, landing square on Viseth. Viseth to his feet and leans right on the damn buzzer. 

 

THE QUILLS

 

Ash: The lovers from Hyde Park, New York are here to share their storybook romance OH but Vex in straightaway to play the villain in the story, snap DDT to Quintessa. 

 

Valerie: Omega with a powerbomb to Unklean! Unklean kips up quickly and superkick to Astra, pushing her over the ropes but she's able to stay on the apron. Unklean with a twisting neckbreaker right off to Omega. She's a star in the making, however you feel about her choices. 

 

Marcus: Cinna with a spinning back suplex to Hayden Harlow. Heng Viseth gets Betero up on his shoulders... reverse-spin F10... the Heng-10! Puts him out over, NO BETERO LANDS ON THE APRON AND SUPLEXES HENG VISETH OVER!!

 

Heng Viseth is eliminated by Betero Ieremia! (1)

 

Ash: Both Ieremias getting grounded, Bauro takes a bulldog from Andromeda. Axford throat punch to Omega then takes a run and European Uppercut to Bauro, Karu follows that up with a Kinshasa and blasts Bauro right out of the ring!!

 

Bauro Ieremia is eliminated by Karu! (1)

 

Valerie: Pariah's got those quick hands with that snap punch to Cinnaman, Quentin with a spinning knee shot to Omega. 

 

Marcus: Betero Polish Hammer to Hayden Harlow. Keiko with a half-nelson suplex to Axford. Her partner doesn't fare so well, Betero gets Karu with a backbreaker. Keiko helps Karu up quickly, double superkick to Hayden Harlow, and over he goes!!

 

Hayden Harlow is eliminated by Karu (2) and Keiko (1)!

 

Ash: Brainbuster by Omega X to Unklean. Cinna attempts to clothesline Heng Piseth over the ropes, by Piseth stays firm. Karu with a flip leg drop keeping Unklean down. Quintessa attempts to bicycle kick Piseth out but again no go. Vex flips Piseth into a buckle and, of course. 

 

AGUDA

 

Marcus: Well, with Lenore having accepted the role of Vessel, I guess Deusa Fletcha can rest easier and focus on the match. Vex with a hammerlock DDT to Quintessa, and I notice her lover isn't stepping in to help.

 

Valerie: He trusts her, not infantilizes her. Oh see now he's coming to help and Vex rewards his chivalry with a gutwrench suplex over the ropes, ah he barely saves himself. Bauro gets Pariah up in the Baun-T, out she goes but she folds herself in and feet don't touch the ground!

 

Ash: Quentin Quill pulls Karu upside down, lifting her up and Spike Piledriver, he dipped her right into the Inkwell! Lifting her up and tossing her out!

 

Karu is eliminated by Quentin Quill! (1)

 

Marcus: Keiko blasting Betero with a corkscrew dropkick!! Out he goes!

 

Betero Ieremia is eliminated by Keiko! (2)

 

Ash: Emily Axford with a Scorpion Kick to Deusa Fletcha.

 

Valerie: You have to admire the flexibility there.

 

Marcus: I guess.

 

Ash: Omega blasts the other half of the new kids, push kick to Ubirajara. Vex kicks Ubirajara again and she hits... the buzzer.

 

EVER CLEAR

 

Ash: Everly and Cassidy, the women from Santa Monica, bring that Cali flair, Quentin trying to run them down but they both duck and he collides with Quintessa. 

 

Valerie: Vex trying to send Keiko away with a bicycle kick but she holds out. Omega with a Black Hole Slam to Evelyn Everly. Keiko snapping back with a handstand into a knee strike on Sugar Cooki, Omega smashes her in the head with an elbow, you have to watch every angle always.

 

Marcus: Sugar Cooki launches Heng Piseth out of the ring with a leg-trapped belly to back!

 

Heng Piseth is eliminated by Sugar Cooki! (3)

 

Ash: Vex smashes the button. 

 

MANOSPHERE
NICK TIDY + LEON ISMAEL LeSIN

 

Ash: Welp, now we have these assholes. Clearwater Cassidy Carter locks Andromeda in a full nelson, dragging her back behind her...up we go.... elevated all the way into the Glam Slam position....flips her down into a Piledriver!!! HIGH TIDE!!! Grabs her and tosses Andromeda out!

 

Andromeda is eliminated by Clearwater Cassidy Carter! (1)

 

Marcus: First elimination in the big time and she pounds the buckle in celebration, oh no she hit the buzzer. I don't think she intended that. Here we go again.

 

NO FRILLS ALL KILLS

 

Valerie: These two bonded over a shared love of old school, slam and hold wrestling. Let's see if their rising stature in GHW can translate here.

 

Ash: Vex with a chop to Unklean, he doesn't seem to be registering the GHW backup they are meant to be providing each other, and I'm fine with that. 

 

Marcus: Yeah, y'all can eat your own. Oh, Astra wants to dropsault Siobhan O'Donoghue out right off, but Siobhan holds firm.

 

Ash: Ubirajara with a tilt-a-whirl side slam to Unklean. Axford goes for a spin kick to Omega, he catches her leg and flips her backwards. Keiko trying it with Omega now, he tosses her into the buckle and-bro. No.

 

LE LUTTEUR

 

Marcus: Sacre BOOO. 

 

Ash: Omega continuing his rampage, high angle belly to belly takes down O'Donoghue. Cinna with a spinning wheel kick to Axford, Axford grabs his leg and snap German. Renaud charges Astra into the buckle and going on her ribs with a series of punches, oh I don't think he saw where he did that, here we go.

 

BLOWN AWAY

 

Valerie: This match just upped its style points big time! Here come AJ and Kay Kay! AJ runs at Cinna with a clothesline, he barely holds on, she comes around and dropkick to Vex, he barely holds on. UNKLEAN BOOTS QUINTESSA OVER! NO, SHE STAYS ON THE APRON AND GETS UNKLEAN'S HAIR, SMASHES HER INTO THE BUZZER BUCKLE! 

 

U UP

 

Marcus: AW YEAH! UZZIAH AND ULANI ARE HERE!

 

They take to the buckles and do an ASL U followed by a sky point, which leads the crowd to chant "U UP!" AJ and Kay Kay immediately push them off the buckles to toss them out.

 

Uzziah is eliminated by AJ! (1) Ulani is eliminated by Kay Kay! (1)

 

Valerie: And now they're gone. Clearly they weren't Up long. 

 

Ash: Jayna Reed scoop slams Unklean. Vex gets a jumping DDT on Ubi. Oh, beautiful spin kick by Keiko to O'Donoghue. Leon Ismael with the whip to Ubi, she snaps back and BEAUTIFUL SPEAR! Takes him right off his feet! Keiko with the spinning huracanrana takes Emily Axford to the outside OH BUT EMILY GRABS HER LEGS AND TAKES HER OUT TOO!

 

Emily Axford (2) and Keiko (3) eliminate each other!

 

Marcus: Two teams, one elimination. 

 

Ash: Big chop by Omega to Cinna's chest. Unklean inverted atomic drop to Leon. Vex smashes Astra's head into the buzzer, once again he's looking for backup.

 

Marcus: He should be making use of the backup he has.

 

JOY ADDITION

 

Crowd: HELL YEAH!

 

Ash: You know what? I was getting frustrated but I'm into it again. Leon with a throat chop to Fletcha, that I don't like. Cinna with a back chop to Ubi, she staggers back and into a buzzer. Let's see who's next.

 

VELVET VOLTAGE

 

Marcus: ... there's the backup.

 

Valerie: Well not so fast. Voltage have a match later against Unholy Union, so I don't know that Vex is gonna be too thrilled about this and they just double dropkicked him out so yep. Not so much. 

 

Vex is eliminated by Parker Johnson (1) and Vic Jagger (1)!

 

Ash: Marion with a spinebuster to Sugar Cooki. She rolls right up and kangaroo kick to Vic Jagger. Leon tries to shove Ubi over the ropes, no go. Cinna gets Arias with a high knee. Unklean chop block to Quintessa Quill! 

 

Marcus: I'd honestly forgotten the Quills were even here.

 

Ash: Omega headbutt to Jayna Reed, Quentin Quill bonks the heads of Arias and Fletcha together and I guess they're not gonna be so easy to forget now. 

 

Valerie: They just want everyone to find the love like they have. Fletcha spinning a little dizzy and Pariah slaps her, maybe she thought Arias was her man, oh and she drives her knee into AJ's face too, turns around and slaps Reed. 

 

Marcus: She's just messy.

 

Ash: Astra with a butterfly lungblower to Devon Delight! And a second! She's taking him to the Butterfly Galaxies! His partner faring a little better, quick chop by Arias to Cinna and a Dudebuster to Unklean! HIGH TIDE BY CARTER TO FLETCHA AND SHE JUDO FLIPS HER OUT!!

 

Deusa Fletcha is eliminated by Clearwater Cassidy Carter! (2)

 

Valerie: Cinna blasts Leon with a cross body seemingly out of nowhere!! Parker Johnson with a punch to Omega and hits the buzzer, same play as Unholy seemed to have in hoping that backup will get them through this.

 

CLASSY ACTION SUITS

 

Marcus: Lookin' swanky, fellas. 

 

Ash: Jaunty John Ti, who'd lost Jen Teal before Deck of Hearts did, has a new protege in Dapper Donovan Metoyer. Not going for the same wordplay, just bringing the class. 

 

Marcus: And he's gonna show Dapper how it's done EARLY, lifting Astra up in the High Cross....holding, hoooolding, down into the spinebuster! Dry Clean Only! Scoops her up and easily dumps her out of this match.

 

Astra is eliminated by Jaunty John Ti! (1)

 

Valerie: Parker Johnson with a snap neckbreaker to Nick Tidy! O'Donoghue with a chop to Omega. Marion with a chop to Pariah. Omega drives Marion and Renaud with a double Spinebuster!! Omega continues with a double axe handle to Jagger, and full rampage as he big swings Marion.

 

Ash: Tidy with a neckbreaker to AJ.

 

Marcus: Kay Kay with a fisherman to Ubi.

 

Ash: AJ Black Widow to Arias.

 

Valerie: Johnson with a running knee oh Omega rolls away in time and he gets Parker instead! And Omega to his feet, lifting up Leon.... High Angle Powerbomb sends him outta here!!

 

Leon Ismael LeSin is eliminated by Omega X! (1)

 

Marcus: John Ti with the forearm shot to Parker Johnson, and that cufflink gives a little extra juice to it! Ah but his partner learning the dangers of wearing a tie in the ring, Quintessa uses it to ripcord him into a knee shot to the gut! Quintessa spins around, punch to Nick Tidy, goes for a second but he evades and she hits the buzzer.

 

THE MIGHTY MEAN

 

Ash: Here come Sass and Spite, the Mighty Mean under the Estraga umbrella. And I'm actually learning that in order for this match to be moved along a bit, the top allowed will go down each time, so now the buzzers will be deactivated at 19 and reactivated at 9. 

 

Marcus: Oh man, we may be able to get this done.

 

Valerie: Nick Tidy looking to clothesline Quentin Quill outta here... Quill eats the clothesline but judo flips Nick out!!

 

Nick Tidy is eliminated by Quentin Quill! (2)

 

Ash: Good to see them get lifted from this. O'Donoghue with the snap suplex to Parker Johnson, he rolls quickly back to his feet and presses what he's convinced is the backup button.

 

Marcus: Hasn't worked for them so far but go off I guess. 

 

AMERICAN JAKANJA
RAVE DURANT + MADY THE BADY

 

Valerie: So THIS is what Kruel meant by hanging out with the Ninjas... three fellow American Ninja Warrior alumnae. Kacy apparently going by Kacy Katz now, and the two blondes, Mady the Baddy and Rave Durant, will be representing this team.

 

Ash: Sass of the Mighty Mean with a sling blade to Parker Johnson. Omega X pump kicks Donovan Metoyer over the rope, Donovan stays on the apron!! OH HE GRABS THE LEGS FROM BENEATH THE ROPES AND FLIPS OMEGA OVER HIS HEAD AND OUT THE MATCH!

 

Omega X is eliminated by Dapper Donovan Metoyer! (1)

 

Marcus: Hell of a first elimination to get my guy! OH BUT JAYNA REED KNOCKS HIM OFF THE APRON! HE'S DONE!

 

Dapper Donovan Metoyer is eliminated by Jayna Reed! (1)

 

Valerie: AJ tries to keep the elimination train going, running single leg dropkick to Ubirajara but she stays in the ring. AJ keeps it going off the ropes and a Single Leg Dropkick to Greg Arias. Arias up, AJ goes for the open hand slap but Arias ducks and AJ hits Kay Kay! 

 

Marcus: Oopsy-doodle.

 

Ash: Jayna Reed with an arm drag to Ubi. Spite with a high kick to try to knock Quentin over the ropes, Quentin staggers but plants himself. Cinna with a quick backhand chop to Renaud Lavillenie, who responds with one to Sugar.

 

Marcus: Must make him feel like a big man, taking it on on the woman.

 

Ash: O'Donoghue with a gutwrench suplex to Mady the Baddy, turns around, DDT to John Ti. Marion with the King's Throw to Parker Johnson, and Johnson hits the buzzer. 

 

KRUEL
KIYAH + KITTI KRUEL

 

Marcus: Well, guess that's the new song they were talking about. And you can see them staring daggers at Kacy, she's clearly anathema nOH DAMN AJ SHINING WIZARD TAKES UBIRAJARA OUT!

 

Ubirajara is eliminated by AJ! (2)

 

Ash: And Spite tries to replicate that with Greg Arias, but the Good Dude holds onto the ropes and won't take the fall at least. Cassidy with the push-up dropkick pushes Kiyah into the buzzer.

 

UZBEXPRESS

 

Valerie: I have to admit, I've been a fan of these two and I hope that they can make this work on the big stage.

 

Marcus: Well Yasmina joins Marion for a double suplex on Sass. Cinna Pele Kicks Arias over the rope and out of the ring!! Damn!! 

 

Good Dude Greg Arias is eliminated by Cinnaman! (1)

 

Ash: Delight with a quick jab to Unklean. Renaud with an arm drag takes Kitti Kruel over the rope, Kitti holds on and tries to pull Renaud over too, but no go. Renaud back elbows Mady, Mady gets pissed and presses the buzzer. 

 

BLUE CHECK MAFIA

 

Marcus: Rave Durant talking with Kacy, Kacy hands her knucks!

 

Valerie: That's a boss who helps her employees, and Rave knuckle punches Unklean with such force that she staggers back, to the ropes and she can't get her own footing, out she goes!

 

Unklean is eliminated by Rave Durant! (1)

 

Ash: Pariah feeling outnumbered, hits the buzzer and hopes for the best.

 

LOS LAMENTOS

 

Valerie: Oh look, it's the sad sacks.

 

Ash: Marion with a knee shot to AJ. AJ stumbling back, and leans on the buzzer.

 

ANIMAL KINGDOM

 

Marcus: With Lionheart off the team, Victor Kingston takes a center role and they've rebranded themselves the Animal Kingdom. They missed the traitor and will have to get revenge later. Hopefully they can settle for a tag shot.

 

Ash: Kay Kay with a slap to Marion. Durant with a high spin kick to Kiyah, Kiyah catches the leg and swings it back at Mady. Jagger with a float over neckbreaker to Pariah, Pariah realizing that Velvet Voltage may not be on level with them, hits the buzzer and prays.

 

FEATHERSTWINS

 

Valerie: Who the hell are these two?

 

Marcus: I don't know but I dig the vibe already. Only one more before the buzzers get shut off again. 

 

Ash: Pariah not thrilled to say the least, and she slaps her frustration into the cheek of Clearwater. Tristeza with an elbow shot to the rib of Mady. Jaguar King unloading headlock punches to Quentin, and Pariah knows she has one more chance, hits the buzzer...

 

MOVIES' GLORIOUS MEN

 

Robotic Voice: BUZZERS DEACTIVATED.

 

Ash: This time we have to get down to 9 teams represented before they get reactivated. Devon has been hanging in the corner, waiting for his time, runs across town and BLASTS Clearwater with the Kinshasa! Oregon Trail! And out she goes!!

 

Clearwater Cassidy Carter is eliminated by Devon Delight! (1)

 

Valerie: Yasmina Qora with a corkscrew crossbody to Marion pushes him back and takes him out of the equation!

 

Marion Bartoli is eliminated by Yasmina Qora! (1)

 

Marcus: Kay Kay eye poke to Delight and then to Durant, Pariah does the same to Jaguar King, oh! Cinna shotgun dropkicks Jaguar King into Siobhan O'Donohue, high spin kick to both of them at once! That's efficient action! 

 

Ash: Renaud catches O'Donohue on her way down and into an Orton Backbreaker! John Ti with a dropkick to Yasmina Qora, she leans over the ropes but doesn't quite go over. Mady with a headlock backbreaker to Lagrima.

 

Valerie: That'll give him something to cry about. And his partner eats a stiff punch to the skull mask courtesy of Dex Tex. And HIS partner Handsome Hank with a chop to Cinna's chest. 

 

Ash: O'Donoghue blocks a shot from Pariah and chops back at her. Zuhra Qizil leaping at John Ti, Ti catches her out and spinebuster! Her partner takes a bump too as Gabby Devine of Blue Check hits her with a snap DDT. Sugar with a reverse DDT to Goldmane. Mady blasts Handsome Hank with an arm-trapped bulldog. Ti feeling himself, a little strut, and a jawbreaker to AJ. Pariah takes a big swing at Sass, Sass catches the hand and knee to Pariah's head. Goldmane smashes a forearm into Renaud's face. 

 

Marcus: It's crazy trying to follow all this, 33 people currently in the ring, it's almost like we can't miss too much of the action. Oh about to go down to 32, John Ti back suplexes Pariah all the way out!

 

Pariah is eliminated by Jaunty John Ti! (2)

 

Ash: Mady with a double throat chop to Evelyn Everly. Kiyah with a face rake to O'Donoghue. Lagrima with a belly to belly to Yasmina Qora. Lastarza with a backflip and back elbow to John Ti. Evelyn takes a quick run at Sugar Cooki and big forearm blast knocks Cooki backwards but she stays in. Renaud big chop to Kay Kay.

 

Marcus: You see a real pattern, real waves in the way the fight goes. Lots of quick shots and then a bevy of big moves, eliminations and then a whole new wave of fighters. 

 

Valerie: Victor Kingston with a Spinning Wheelbarrow Facebuster to Sugar Cooki!! She just got donked with the Crown Breaker! 

 

Ash: Ti with a knee smash to Renaud. Yasmina kicks Delight's leg out, a quick run and back around, jump up and bell claps Delight's head with her knees! Qor Memory! Kitti with a step-up enzuigiri to Durant, NO Durant catches her out with a double knee backbreaker! Mady the Baddy having a different situation, Cinna with the Trouble in Paradise sending her right over the edge and she can't save herself! 

 

Mady the Baddy is eliminated by Cinnaman! (2)

 

Marcus: Siobhan O'Donoghue rushing Sugar Cooki, Sugar tosses her over the edge oh but she has the wherewithal to ball up before she lands on the ground! Feet stay up, she gets one down and pushes up and into the match. 

 

Valerie: AJ with an STO to Lastarza. Victor Kingston with a Full Nelson Suplex with Quintessa. Ryan Hellcat with the double jumping knee pushing O'Donoghue over the edge again, but again she saves herself. Lagrima headbutt to Sugar Cooki. Durant jumps up with a high kick to Everly, Everly goes over the ropes but rolls back in. 

 

Ash: Reed with a big suplex to Renaud outside the ring, but Renaud gets his feet up in time for the landing, pulling his legs back up to the apron and pulls Jayna Reed out!

 

Jayna Reed is eliminated by Renaud Lavillenie! (1)

 

Marcus: Cinna and Everly lifting up Jagger to double suplex him out, going over the ropes, Jagger keeps hold of them and everyone goes over!! 

 

Cinnaman (3) and Evelyn Everly (1) eliminate Vic Jagger; Vic Jagger (2/3) eliminates Cinnaman and Evelyn Everly!

 

Valerie: THAT WAS WILD. Props to Vic for taking two down with him though.

 

Ash: Tristeza hits an End of the Trail on John Ti! Fitting move referring of course to the Trail of Tears and Tatanka. And Jaguar King lines up a Coronation Kick to blast Quintessa Quill! John Ti lifts up Yasmina Qora.... DRY CLEAN ONLY OUT OF THE RING!

 

Yasmina Qora is eliminated by Jaunty John Ti! (3)

 

Valerie: Honestly, I think it's a smart strategy halving as many teams as possible so that by the time you hit that 9 left, we're not basically starting from scratch with the buzzer. Kitti Kruel arm whips Lavillenie out!!

 

Renaud Lavillenie is eliminated by Kitti Kruel! (1)

 

Ash: Of course it's good to see the numbers go down too. Devon Delight with a quick jab to Zuhra Qizil. Sugar with a snap neckbreaker to Parker Johnson, and Kitti follows that with a jumping elbow drop. Lashonza coming for a running splash oh but Johnson with the monkey flip catches her out and sends her away! 

 

Marcus: He can only take so much, and Lashonza woke daddy. 

 

Valerie: AJ nails Jaguar King with a spinkick to the back of the head. Get it girl!

 

Ash: Parker kips up and clothesline to Handsome Hank! Devon Delight charging AJ... she judo flips him out of the ring OH he lands hard on the apron but able to hold the rope and not hit the ground, Devon attempts to get her from the legs to flip her over but she kicks him in the rib. 

 

Marcus: Handsome Hank gets Rave Durant with a fisherman suplex, which I'm sure was the height of new wrestling when he started. Spite dropkicks Lastarza but my girl able to keep hold of the ropes and stay in. 

 

Valerie: Lagrima with a chop to Durant. O'Donoghue suplexes Sugar Cooki out!!

 

Sugar Cooki is eliminated by Siobhan O'Donoghue! (1)

 

Ash: Lagrima clotheslines Rave Durant out!!

 

Rave Durant is eliminated by Lagrima! (1)

 

Marcus: Kay Kay goes to Powerbomb Hank out! OH but his manager Rex Gable cushions his fall and pushes him back in. Victor Kingston with the Exploder Suplex to send Gabby Devine out, she lands feet up and back in but Dex Tex seemingly out of nowhere tries to bar-throw Tristeza out, but he rolls and is able to keep his feet off and he slides his way back to the ring. 

 

Ash: A lot of people trying to get this done, not everyone is making it happen. AJ smashes her blow dryer in the face of Kiyah Kruel as Kitti is distracted arguing with Kingston, Kitti ends that convo with a slap! 

 

Valerie: I'm sure he deserved it. 

 

Ash: John Ti with a HUGE Death Valley Driver to O'Donoghue. Dex tries to push Zuhra out of the ring-goes nowhere. Quentin with a huge powerslam to Zuhra. Dex trying a harder approach with a lariat to Sass, Sass flips over the ropes but able to roll back in. O'Donoghue with a big DDT to Jaguar King. 

 

Marcus: Lagrima shotgun dropkick to Kiyah, Kiyah barely holding firm on the ropes, trying to pull Lagrima over but no go. AJ and Ti with the whip to Lashonza, Lashonza comes back and double clothesline to push them over, Ti able to hold on but AJ is outta here!!

 

AJ is eliminated by Lashonza! (1)

 

Marcus: Ryan Hellcat trying to lift John Ti over the edge, John gets his legs around Hellcat's neck! Huracanrana! Blue Checking Out!

 

Ryan Hellcat is eliminated by Jaunty John Ti! (4)

 

Ash: With that, John has tied Lenore for most eliminations with 4 so far. And Hellcat's partner Gabby Devine is pissed, and she's gonna take it out on the first person she sees, Thesz Press to Quentin Quill! Quintessa tries to pull her off GABBY WHIPS HER WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO TOSS HER OUT OF THIS! 

 

Quintessa Quill is eliminated by Gabby Devine! (1)

 

Valerie: Quin was like "That's my man" and Gabby said "then suffer for him."

 

Ash: Up til that elimination, exactly half the teams had both members left LAGRIMA SENDS O'DONOGHUE PACKING!

 

Siobhan O'Donoghue is eliminated by Lagrima! (2)

 

Marcus: And now he's sending Jaguar King out, just a bouncer toss over! Lagrima is turning his sadness to rage in real time! 

 

Jaguar King is eliminated by Lagrima! (3)

 

Valerie: How quickly this turned!

 

Marcus: Lashonza ducks a swing punch by Celeste, oh we're gettin that Dusty Special! Elbow! ELBOW! ELBOW!!! WHOOOOOOA ELBOW!!! And these fighters are rejuvenated!!! 

 

Ash: Having more room to breathe really does wonders, Ti with a high knee to Kitti Kruel, Devon spins him around and Exploder Suplex! Lashonza with a cartwheel... backflip... FRANKENSTEINER TO KAY KAY AND SHE'S GOIN' AWAY-WAY!

 

Kay Kay is eliminated by Lashonza! (2)

 

Marcus: Lashonza dismantled Blown Away on her own yes she did and she's giving Hank a spinning knee to the head. 

 

Ash: Spite with a huge scissor kick to Victor Kingston DELIGHT AND LASTARZA DOUBLE DROPKICK HER THE HELL OUTTA HERE!

 

Spite is eliminated by Devon Delight (2) and Lastarza (1)!

 

Valerie: Sass is PISSED, she grabs the hair of Zuhra and hair whips her out of the match! 

 

Zuhra Qizil is eliminated by Sass! (1)

 

Ash: Down to 11 teams represented, Victor Kingston rolling German Suplex to Delight and the Facebuster! ROYAL DECREE! Delight kipping up right into Sass dropping him a spinning DDT. Kiyah chop to Johnson. Sass with a swinging punch to John, he catches and the kick under the arm. 

 

Marcus: Johnson trying it now with Kingston, Kingston block and elbow shot to Johnson. John Ti looking to break that tie and exploder suplex sending Gabby Devine but AGAIN she saves herself and kips to the apron. Devon Delight blasting from the corner, Oregon Trail sends Lagrima over the ropes!! Lagrima's rage is over! 

 

Lagrima is eliminated by Devon Delight! (3)

 

Devon: Dex grabs the legs of Quentin and Alabama Slam. 

 

Ash: Sass coming for the crossbody block to Quentin and Johnson, they catch her and toss her out!!!

 

Sass is eliminated by Quentin Quill (3) and Parker Johnson! (2)

 

Marcus: WHAT-SASS JUMPS BACK UP AND GRABS THEM BY THE HAIR! SHE FALLS HERSELF BACK AND PULLS THEM OUT TOO!

 

Quentin Quill and Parker Johnson are eliminated by Sass! (2/3)

 

Valerie: DAMN, that's three teams off the board in a shot!

 

Robotic Voice: Buzzers have been re-engaged!

 

Marcus: Aw here we go. Delight hits that Oregon Trail on Victor Kingston. Lastarza with a dropkick pushing Gabby back. Delight following it up with the Oregon Trail and out Gabby Delight goes!!

 

Gabby Delight is eliminated by Devon Delight! (4)

 

Ash: Delight drop toe hold to Lashanza, oh no she hit the buzzer.

 

DARK SAILS

 

Ash: Now they can only go up to 18, hopefully we don't get there, but Azama and Sakai. KITTI KRUEL DROPKICKS DEVON OUT!

 

Devon Delight is eliminated by Kitti Kruel! (2)

 

Valerie: And the Sails aren't messing around, Sakai tosses Lastarza right out!

 

Lastarza is eliminated by Dark Sailor Sakai! (1)

 

Marcus: Tristeza is about to learn what it means to be Dry Clean Only!!

 

Tristeza is eliminated by Jaunty John Ti! (5)

 

Ash: Ti now has the highest elimination count! Oh but the Sails have their attention on him... Irish Whip, they launch him out WITH A Back Body, oh he lands on the apron!

 

The crowd cheers very briefly until-

 

Valerie: Sakai punches him out!

 

Jaunty John Ti is eliminated by Dark Sailor Sakai! (2)

 

Marcus: Kiyah going for a jumping clothesline at Hank Horton, he catches her and bear hug slam! Lashonza goes to dropkick him out, he staggers but stays firm! And Kiyah back up and slaps him. Hank hits the button, here we go.

 

TRUST FUND

 

Valerie: Nova just straight up pulls Azama right over the ropes and out! Gangster!

 

Dark Sailor Azama is eliminated by Nova Blake! (1)

 

Ash: Kiyah tries to boot Sakai out but she barely holds on. Hank with punches to the face of Kingston. Sakai decides to take the frustration to Kiyah's partner and pump kick pushing Kitti, Kitti staggers back and almost out, trying to pull Sakai out, no go. Kingston bionic elbow to Lashonza, Hank with a scoop slam to Kiyah. 

 

Marcus: Nova going for a spin kick, not looking where she's going oh and I think she caught BJ! Hank with another scooper to Kiyah, BJ punches the buckle from annoyance and yep. That just happened.

 

THE RUNTS

 

Ash: BJ spins around and slapped by Sakai! Hank tries to boot Remy right out, but he holds tight. Sakai with a leg lariat to Kitti, Kingston right behind Sakai and double axe handle! Nova tries to take advantage and axe handle but Sakai fireman carries her off. 

 

Marcus: Hank elbow shot to the back of BJ, BJ gets pissed and presses the button.

 

SACKS AND VIOLENCE

 

Ash: Here they are in the bag, starting to come out, BJ He picks the bag up and just tosses them BOTH out!

 

Mad Sack Jack and Sad Sack Mack are eliminated by BJ He! (1/2)

 

Marcus: Kitti grabs Dex by his bolo and absolutely tosses him out!

 

Dashing Desperado Dex Tex is eliminated by Kitti Kruel! (3)

 

Ash: Goldmane tries to get Handsome Hank after his partner with an exploder suplex but Hank stays in with some help from Rex. Kiyah frankesnteiner and there goes Sakai! 

 

Dark Sailor Sakai is eliminated by Kiyah Kruel! (1)

 

Marcus: Remy tries to powerbomb Nova out but she stays put. Remy with the high knee to BJ. Goldmane swings at Lashonza, Matrix bend to evade it, pops up to DDT. Kiyah finds the brass knuckles, trying to get Remy with em but Remy swings Kitti in the way!! Kiyah shocked and Kingston takes the advantage to headbutt. Nova with the headscissors to Lashonza, Lashonza reverses, BJ is pissed and hits the buzzer again. 

 

Instead of someone coming in, the lights go out.

 

Valerie: Huh. That is strange.

 

The titantron shows an empty ring... somewhere.

 

 

The lights come back on, and in the ring...

 

TERMINUS AND LA SANGRIENTA

 

Ash: Lashonza dumps Hank real quick during the chaos.

 

Handsome Hank Horton is eliminated by Lashonza! (3)

 

Marcus: Terminus tosses The Runts out!!

 

Remy and Rudy Runt are eliminated by Terminus! (1/2)

 

Valerie: BJ and Nova launched out by La Sangrienta!! 

 

BJ He and Nova Blake are eliminated by La Sangrienta (1/2)

 

Ash: Terminus takes the Kruel women and out they go!

 

Kitti and Kiyah Kruel are eliminated by Terminus! (3/4)

 

Marcus: And La Sangrienta finishes it out by eliminating Goldmane and Lashonza.

 

Lashonza and Victor Kingston are eliminated by La Sangrienta! (3/4) La Sangrienta and Terminus win!

 

Sheri: Here are your winners... 

 

Lenore takes the microphone.

 

 

Lenore: Greetings, mortals. I have accepted my path, and been reborn. And, unlike previous iterations of the Vessel of Inge, I have the foresight to know that we are in an era of strength in numbers. Unlike previous iterations, I refused to attempt to cobble together a team last minute.

 

Meet your new destiny.

 

Meet your future and your fate.

 

For we, are the Never Mortuary.

 

Connor Varney, reborn as Terminus. La Criatura, reborn as La Sangrienta. Rade. And myself, the hostess to your demise, Lady Lenore.

 

We shall be watching the contest for the Tag Team Championships closely. Whoever emerges for the victor, just know that we are waiting in the shadows. 

 

The lights go out, showing only the glows of the red smiley faces.

 

The faces go out, and the arena plunges into complete darkness.

For several seconds, there is nothing.

Then—

A single piercing GOLD spotlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating the entrance stage.

Across the screen, minimalist gold lettering slowly appears against a pitch-black background:

GABRIEL KING

A crown of thorns forms around the name.

Gabriel King's entrance music begins.

 

 

Gabriel King steps into the spotlight.

 

 

He doesn't rush.

He doesn't acknowledge the crowd.

Draped over his shoulders is a heavy velvet robe of midnight black and royal gold, KING stitched across the back in raised metallic lettering.

Gabriel stops at the top of the ramp.

He closes his eyes.

Raises his chin.

And listens.

The arena erupts in thunderous boos.

A slow smirk creeps across his face.

Gabriel raises his right hand and slowly closes it into a fist.

BOOM!

Golden pyrotechnics erupt from the stage floor on the beat drop.

Gabriel throws back his hood.

No smile now.

Just absolute confidence.

He begins the walk toward the ring with a slow, deliberate stride, paying no attention to the screaming fans reaching over the barricades.

To Gabriel, they aren't worth acknowledging.

This isn't their arena.

It's his kingdom.

Gabriel ascends the steel steps, enters through the ropes and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle.

He slowly spreads his arms wide.

The boos rain down.

Gabriel looks across the arena and gives the crowd a slow, sarcastic wave.

Then another smirk.

He jumps down from the turnbuckle and removes his robe, handing it carefully to the referee before immediately demanding a microphone from the ring announcer.

Gabriel walks to the centre of the ring.

GABRIEL KING:
"Cut the music."

The music continues for another second.

Gabriel's expression hardens.

GABRIEL KING:
"I said—cut it."

The music stops.

The boos immediately fill the silence.

Gabriel slowly looks around the arena.

GABRIEL KING:
"Look at you."

The boos grow louder.

Gabriel laughs quietly to himself.

GABRIEL KING:
"Cheap clothes. Cheap seats. Screaming yourselves hoarse because somewhere deep inside those miserable little lives of yours… you're still waiting for someone to save you."

The crowd erupts.

Gabriel begins slowly pacing around the ring.

GABRIEL KING:
"You keep staring at that entrance hoping somebody back there is going to walk through that curtain, stand across from me and become your hero."

Gabriel stops.

He looks directly toward the entrance stage.

Then back toward the crowd.

GABRIEL KING:
"But here's the part none of you seem to understand."

He raises the microphone closer.

GABRIEL KING:
"I am not your hero."

A pause.

GABRIEL KING:
"I'm the reason you'll need one."

BOOOOOOO!

Gabriel smiles.

GABRIEL KING:
"You didn't buy a ticket tonight to watch Gabriel King wrestle."

He gestures around the arena.

GABRIEL KING:
"You paid your taxes."

Another explosion of boos.

GABRIEL KING:
"And now you get the privilege of watching your King conduct business."

Gabriel turns toward the entrance stage.

GABRIEL KING:
"So let's conduct some."

He removes the gold cuff from his wrist and tosses it beside his robe.

GABRIEL KING:
"I don't want the fastest man back there."

He shakes his head.

GABRIEL KING:
"I don't want some technician looking to impress people with wristlocks."

Another shake of the head.

GABRIEL KING:
"And I damn sure don't want some little acrobat bouncing off these ropes trying to make all of you chant his name."

Gabriel steps toward the ropes, staring directly up the ramp.

GABRIEL KING:
"I want the monster."

The crowd begins to react.

GABRIEL KING:
"I want the biggest."

Gabriel takes another step forward.

GABRIEL KING:
"The strongest."

Another.

GABRIEL KING:
"The meanest son of a bitch standing behind that curtain."

The crowd erupts.

Gabriel stretches his arms out.

GABRIEL KING:
"Because if there's a man back there who thinks he's big enough… bad enough… or stupid enough to take this crown from me—"

Gabriel points toward the entrance.

GABRIEL KING:
"Come and collect it."

He drops the microphone.

THUD.

Gabriel doesn't move.

He doesn't pace.

He simply stands in the centre of the ring, staring toward the entrance stage.

Waiting.

The crowd begins buzzing with anticipation.

The referee looks toward the curtain.

 

Gabriel rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck.


Then, without taking his eyes off the stage, he mouths:
"Send me your biggest."


The arena waits.


Whoever answers is walking into the King's court.

 

Valerie: So we're jumping right from a huge epic match into a call for a brawl. But who will answer the call?

 

Ash: Very poetic.

 

Valerie: I hate myself so much for-

 

 

Lesnar stomps out.

 

 

The fireworks go off and Lesnar blows right past them. 

 

Marcus: We're about to come to blows here as Lesnar storms towards the ring.

 

 

Sheri: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: In the ring, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, LESNAR! And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, GABRIEL KING!

 

The bell rings!

 

Marcus: Lesnar with a huge punch to the gut, King staggers back but he seems to be...laughing...Lesnar throws the other hand into his ribs and staggers him back a little bit more, but King is unbothered! King grabs the arms, pump kick to the knees, pulling him forward and belly to belly! This dude is gonna be a PROBLEM. 

 

Ash: Lesnar pushes him back with a shoulder tackle, catches him back, and a spinebuster. Pulls him up by the legs, Alabama Slam! Going for the quick cover, but not even a one. King hooks him by the head and inverted suplex! 

 

Valerie: Lesnar is not used to being handled like this, to his feet and not gonna waste his time now wrapping his arms around the waist of King and German Suplex one! German Suplex two! We may be going for the full Suplex City-no,bulldog by King!

 

Marcus: He's gonna have to settle for Unincorporated Suplex Village I think.

 

Ash: Lesnar hooks the legs for a cradle pin-

 

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Ash: King kicks again, I don't know if I've seen Lesnar this ready to just end a match, but he grabs the head of King and machine gun punching King in the ribs, lifting King up and back body toss, King back to his feet and Uranage just absolutely flattens Lesnar. He doesn't stay down long, uppercut as he rises and snap suplex to King, these two are just trading drops. 

 

Marcus: King with a Blue Thunder Bomb!!

 

Jenny: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Lesnar up, ripcord clothesline just rocking King. Quick to get him up with a gutwrench powerbomb, King just won't stay down! These two men are made of steel and rubber! Take every bump and bounce right up.

 

Marcus: So like a tire and hubcap?

 

Valerie: Shut up.

 

Ash: We have entered the punch trading portion and these two unloading on each other, brutal fists to each others' faces, do they even bleed? Good lord OH KING WITH A DISCUS LARIAT SPINS AROUND AND-

 

 

Marcus: RENA SMASHES A PACKAGE ON KING'S HEAD! KING DAZED AND BACK INTO THE ARMS OF LESNAR, LESNAR WITH A SAITO SUPLEX!! 

 

Ash: How was that not a disqualification! 

 

Valerie: Well, Lesnar still in it and he's going for the F-5! OH SNAP, HE NAILS IT!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! T- 

 

Ash: Jenny calls it off, Lesnar is pissed.... OH KING'S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES, RENA SLAMS A BOX ON JENNY'S HEAD!!! JENNY IS DOWN!! Chair shot to King!! 

 

Marcus: Okay this all HAS to be a DQ, right? Rena with a gutbuster to King, OH SLAPS HIS ASS AND....THERE'S A STAMP THERE! RIGHT WHERE IT BELONGS! PUSH UP INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX... THAT'S THE PACKAGE DEAL! BUT THE REF IS DOWN! Rena trying to get her up, Rena going out of the ring, looking for water oh Jenny is up KING ABLE TO GET HOLD OF LESNAR'S LEGS AND THE COVER!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Gabriel King wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner! GABRIEL KING!

 

Ash: It was an impressive debut to say the least. 

 

Valerie: Man called his shot, withstood brutality and humiliation, and came out on top. It's good to be the King.

 

Marcus: Lesnar's going to not let this slide I'm sure. He doesn't like to lose. 

 

Ash: Well, we're about to go from power to Power. We got a tag match on the way!

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

 

The arena darkens, followed by light blue colored lights shining throught the ring, wrestler makes entrance while a spotlight shines upon him until he makes his entrance.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From Washington, DC, weighing 115 kilograms, MAX POWER MAX MATTHEWS!!

 

He stops 5 meters in front the ring to squat and shout "Waaaaaa!!!" before entering the ring.

 

 

Pitta Power storms to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: And his partner! From Turin, Italy, weighing 200 pounds, PITTA POWER!

 

Pitta slams on the apron then rolls in.

 

Ash: They could just call themselves "Max Power" but that is also Matthews' nickname. 

 

Marcus: It is what is says on the poster though, Max/Power.

 

 

Dion and Derek pose on the apron.

 

 

Sheri: And their opponents!! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... the brothers Dodgeball Derek and Hardball Dion Lane... they are... POWER PLAY!!

 

They run out to cheers.

 

The bell rings, and all four men immediately spread out across the ring. Max Power and Pitta Power stand on one side, while Dion and Derek keep their eyes locked on their opponents.

 

Ash: And here we go! Four men, two completely different teams, and this one could turn into an absolute war! Max Power and Pitta Power have the size and strength advantage, but Power Play have the speed, the timing, and that dangerous tag-team chemistry!

 

Valerie: Or, to put it more simply, two big men against two men who are about to discover what happens when you run directly into a wall.

 

Marcus: That wall can still be knocked down, Valerie. Dion and Derek know how to isolate one opponent, and if they keep Max or Pitta away from their partner, they can absolutely win this.

 

Dion steps forward, choosing to start the match.

 

Max looks toward Pitta, then steps through the ropes and meets Dion in the center of the ring.

 

Ash: Dion and Max Power starting things off! Dion is circling, looking for an opening, while Max is barely moving! He’s standing there like he’s waiting for a bus!

 

Dion suddenly shoots forward and grabs Max around the waist.

He tries to drive Max backward.

 

Max plants his feet.

Dion pushes harder.

Max stops him completely.

 

Marcus: Dion tried to use leverage, but Max Power is simply too strong!

 

Dion changes direction and fires three quick forearms into Max’s jaw.

Max’s head turns slightly.

Dion throws another.

Max absorbs the shot and answers with a vicious European uppercut.

 

Ash: OH! THAT ONE ROCKED DION! MAX POWER JUST HIT HIM WITH A FOREARM-SHATTERING UPPERCUT!

 

Dion staggers backward but refuses to retreat.

 

He charges again.

 

Max catches him with a short-arm clothesline.

Dion ducks underneath.

Max turns.

Dion drives his shoulder into Max’s stomach and pushes him toward the ropes.

 

Max hits the ropes.

Dion follows him, looking for another collision.

Max suddenly lowers his center of gravity and catches Dion in mid-stride.

Max launches him across the ring with a powerful hip toss.

Dion lands hard on his back and rolls toward his corner.

 

Ash: DION JUST GOT THROWN ACROSS THE RING! MAX POWER DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO LIFT HIM HIGH—HE JUST USED THAT MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM!

 

Valerie: That was less a hip toss and more a reminder that gravity is optional when you’re Max Power.

 

Dion reaches out and tags Derek.

 

Derek enters the ring quickly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

 

Max turns toward him.

Derek immediately runs to the ropes.

 

Ash: Derek is in, and look at the change in pace! Dion was trying to fight Max head-on, but Derek is already looking to turn this into a track meet!

 

Derek rebounds with a running crossbody.

Max catches him cleanly.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE CROSSBODY—BUT MAX CAUGHT HIM!

 

Derek throws short punches into Max’s head.

Max holds him against his chest.

Derek tries to slip free.

Max changes his grip and drives Derek down with a powerful fallaway slam.

 

Derek crashes onto the canvas and rolls away, clutching his back.

 

Marcus: Max made Derek pay for committing to that crossbody. That’s the danger of using speed against a man who can catch you out of the air.

 

Derek scrambles toward the ropes.

 

Max grabs him by the ankle.

Derek twists onto his stomach and kicks backward, catching Max in the knee.

Max releases him.

 

Derek springs to his feet and runs toward the ropes again.

Max braces himself.

 

Derek leaps onto the middle rope and flips backward with a moonsault.

Max catches him again.

 

Valerie: Oh, come on! How many times is Derek going to try that before he realizes Max Power has arms?

 

Max lifts Derek and drops him with a brutal body slam.

Derek rolls away.

 

Max follows with a heavy knee strike to the ribs.

Derek gasps and falls onto his side.

 

Max drags him toward his corner.

 

Pitta tags himself in.

 

Ash: PITTA POWER IS IN! AND THIS IS WHERE THINGS COULD GET VERY UNCOMFORTABLE FOR DEREK!

 

Pitta steps through the ropes and grabs Derek by the head.

 

Derek throws a desperate punch.

Pitta barely reacts.

Pitta answers with a massive forearm that sends Derek stumbling backward.

 

Derek hits the ropes.

Pitta charges.

Derek drops low.

Pitta crashes shoulder-first into the turnbuckle.

 

Derek immediately climbs onto the second rope and dives forward with a tornado DDT.

Pitta catches him around the waist.

 

Ash: TORNADO DDT—NO! PITTA HAS HIM! DEREK TRIED TO TAKE THE BIG MAN DOWN, BUT PITTA POWER IS STILL STANDING!

 

Derek struggles.

Pitta lifts him and drives him face-first across the top turnbuckle.

 

Marcus: Snake Eyes! Derek’s face just bounced off that turnbuckle!

 

Derek falls backward, stunned.

 

Pitta grabs him by the wrist and pulls him toward the center of the ring.

He raises his leg and delivers a huge big boot.

 

Ash: WHAT A BIG BOOT! DEREK JUST GOT DECIMATED!

 

Derek drops instantly.

Pitta covers him.

 

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Derek kicks out before the second count.

 

Valerie: That was a warning shot. Derek should be grateful Pitta didn’t put all his weight behind it.

 

Pitta grabs Derek by the throat and pulls him upright.

Derek responds with a kick to Pitta’s knee, then another to the thigh.

Pitta’s grip loosens.

 

Derek spins and connects with a sharp enzuigiri.

Pitta stumbles.

 

Derek runs to the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm.

Pitta falls backward into the ropes.

 

Derek sees the opening and charges again.

Pitta suddenly catches him by the throat.

 

Ash: DEREK CHARGING—PITTA CAUGHT HIM!

 

Pitta lifts Derek off the ground.

Derek kicks wildly.

 

Pitta drives him down with a powerful chokeslam.

The ring shakes.

 

Marcus: PITTA POWER JUST DROPPED DEREK! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GIVE A POWERHOUSE A SECOND CHANCE TO GET HIS HANDS ON YOU!

 

Derek rolls onto his side, clutching his back.

 

Pitta reaches toward Max.

 

Max stretches out his hand.

 

Derek manages to crawl toward his corner.

He reaches out and tags Dion.

Dion explodes into the ring.

 

He charges directly at Pitta and lands a running clothesline.

Pitta barely moves.

Dion hits him with another.

Pitta takes one step backward.

 

Dion runs the ropes and comes back with a third clothesline.

Pitta ducks.

 

Dion turns around.

Pitta drives a brutal knee into his stomach.

Dion doubles over.

Pitta grabs him by the head and drives him down with a DDT.

 

Ash: PITTA POWER COUNTERS THE CLOTHESLINE RUSH! DION TRIED TO MOVE THE BIG MAN, BUT PITTA JUST SPIKED HIM!

 

Pitta turns toward Max.

 

Max tags in.

Max enters the ring and immediately grabs Dion by the wrist.

 

Dion throws a punch.

Max blocks it.

 

Max answers with a powerful Polish Hammer.

Dion staggers.

 

Max follows with a second strike, then a brutal knee to the body.

Dion drops to one knee.

 

Max pulls him into a front facelock.

Dion fights to escape.

Max lifts him and drives him down with a DDT.

 

Ash: DDT! DION’S HEAD JUST GOT DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS! MAX POWER IS STARTING TO TAKE THIS MATCH APART PIECE BY PIECE!

 

Max covers Dion.

 

Carter: ONE!

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek dives into the ring and breaks the count with a jumping elbow drop.

 

Marcus: DEREK SAVES DION! THAT WAS ALMOST THE END OF THE FIRST CONTROL SEQUENCE!

 

Derek grabs Max by the arm and tries to pull him toward the ropes.

Max reverses the momentum and sends Derek crashing into the corner.

 

Dion crawls toward his own corner.

 

Max sees him moving and charges.

Dion suddenly drops to the canvas.

Max crashes shoulder-first into the turnbuckle.

 

Dion reaches out.

Derek tags him.

 

Derek enters the ring and immediately runs toward Max.

 

Max turns.

Derek leaps.

Max catches him in mid-air.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE FLYING ATTACK—MAX HAS HIM AGAIN!

 

Derek struggles.

 

Max spins and throws him across the ring with an Air Raid Siren.

 

Derek lands hard and rolls toward the ropes.

 

Dion charges Max from behind.

Max turns just in time.

Dion swings.

Max ducks.

Dion’s punch misses.

Max grabs him around the waist and drives him backward with a German suplex.

Max bridges.

 

Ash: GERMAN SUPLEX! MAX POWER HAS DION FOLDED UP!

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Dion kicks out.

 

Valerie: Max Power is throwing people around like empty luggage. This is becoming embarrassing for Power Play.

 

Dion rolls toward the ropes.

Max reaches for him.

 

Dion grabs the top rope and pulls himself outside the ring.

 

Max follows him to the apron.

Dion turns and throws a punch.

Max blocks it.

Dion throws another.

Max catches his wrist and pulls him toward the ring post.

 

Dion stops himself just before impact.

He drives his shoulder into Max’s stomach.

Max stumbles backward.

 

Dion grabs Max by the head and slams him face-first into the ring post.

 

Ash: DION JUST SENT MAX POWER INTO THE RING POST! THAT’S THE OPENING POWER PLAY NEEDED!

 

Dion rolls back into the ring.

Derek is already waiting.

Dion tags him.

 

Derek climbs onto the third rope.

Max is still outside, holding his face.

 

Derek launches himself with a diving crossbody outside the ring

Max moves.

Derek crashes onto the floor.

 

Dion looks shocked.

 

Max grabs Derek by the head and pulls him up.

 

Dion charges from inside the ring.

Max shoves Derek aside.

 

Dion dives through the ropes with a suicide dive.

Max catches him.

 

Ash: DION WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE—MAX CAUGHT HIM!

 

Max drives Dion backward into the barricade.

The impact rattles the ringside area.

Pitta steps out of the ring.

 

Derek slowly gets to his feet.

Pitta grabs him and launches him into the barricade.

Derek crashes against the barrier and falls to the floor.

 

Marcus: This has completely broken down! All four men are outside the ring!

 

Max grabs Dion and rolls him back into the ring.

 

Dion immediately reaches for Derek.

Derek pulls himself onto the apron.

Dion tags him.

Derek springboards into the ring.

 

Pitta climbs onto the apron.

 

Derek turns.

Derek throws a punch.

Pitta blocks it.

Pitta answers with a massive chop.

 

Derek collapses against the ropes.

Pitta charges.

Derek ducks.

Pitta crashes through the ropes and falls to the floor.

 

Derek turns toward Max.

Max is already back on the apron.

 

Derek runs toward him.

Max grabs him by the throat.

 

Ash: MAX POWER HAS DEREK!

 

Max pulls Derek over the top rope and drops him throat-first across it.

Derek falls backward, coughing.

 

Max steps through the ropes.

Dion charges him.

Max catches Dion with a powerful shoulder block.

Dion falls.

 

Max grabs him and drives him down with a spinebuster.

Dion crashes onto the canvas.

Max covers him.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek dives across the ring and breaks the count.

 

Ash: DEREK BREAKS IT UP! POWER PLAY ARE SURVIVING, BUT THEY’RE TAKING HEAVY DAMAGE!

 

Derek immediately grabs Max from behind.

 

Max turns and throws a punch.

Derek ducks.

 

Derek runs to the ropes and returns with a flying forearm.

Max stumbles backward.

Derek follows with a second forearm.

Max falls against the ropes.

 

Derek grabs his arm and attempts another Irish whip.

Max reverses.

Derek runs toward the opposite corner.

 

Max charges after him.

Derek leaps onto the middle rope and flips backward.

 

Max catches him in mid-air.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE MOONSAULT—MAX CAUGHT HIM AGAIN!

 

Max holds Derek against his chest.

 

Derek struggles.

Max drives him down with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex.

 

Derek lands hard.

Max rolls toward his corner.

 

Pitta reaches the apron.

Max stretches out his hand.

 

Dion suddenly grabs Max’s ankle.

 

Max is pulled away from the corner.

Dion kicks Max in the face.

Derek grabs Max by the ankle.

Max turns and kicks Derek away.

 

Max reaches out again.

Pitta tags in.

 

Ash: PITTA POWER IS FINALLY BACK IN! AND POWER PLAY HAVE JUST GIVEN HIM A TARGET!

 

Pitta enters the ring and immediately charges at Dion.

Dion raises his arms.

 

Pitta drives a massive clothesline into him.

Dion flips backward and crashes onto the mat.

 

Derek charges from behind.

Pitta turns.

 

Derek throws a punch.

Pitta blocks it.

Pitta answers with a brutal forearm.

Derek staggers.

 

Pitta grabs him around the waist.

 

Derek throws elbows.

 

Pitta lifts him into the air.

Derek twists his body and lands behind Pitta.

Derek runs to the ropes.

 

Pitta turns.

Derek launches himself with a springboard 540 Kick.

Pitta ducks.

Derek lands awkwardly.

 

Pitta grabs him from behind.

Derek elbows backward.

Pitta releases him.

 

Derek spins.

 

Pitta catches him with a massive chop.

Derek collapses against the ropes.

 

Ash: DEREK TRIED TO USE THE 540 KICK, BUT PITTA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! AND NOW DEREK IS EATING A CHOP THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GUNSHOT!

 

Pitta charges.

Derek ducks.

Pitta crashes through the ropes and falls to the floor.

 

Derek turns toward Max.

Max is already standing on the apron.

 

Derek runs toward him.

 

Max grabs Derek by the throat.

Derek tries to escape.

 

Max pulls him over the top rope and drops him throat-first across it.

Derek falls backward, clutching his neck.

 

Marcus: Max is using the ropes brilliantly. He doesn’t need to hit a huge move every time—he just needs to keep Derek uncomfortable and off balance.

 

Dion reaches Max from behind.

Dion grabs him around the waist.

 

Max blocks the lift.

 

Dion tries again.

Max drives an elbow backward.

Dion staggers.

 

Max turns and hits him with a powerful European uppercut.

 

Dion drops to one knee.

Max grabs him by the head and pulls him up.

Dion suddenly catches Max with a sharp enzuigiri.

 

Max staggers.

Dion runs to the ropes.

Max turns.

 

Dion launches himself with a flying shoulder block.

 

Max catches him.

 

Ash: DION WITH THE SHOULDER BLOCK—MAX HAS HIM!

 

Max holds Dion against his chest.

Dion struggles.

 

Max spins and throws him down with a powerful side slam.

Dion lands hard.

Max covers him.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek breaks the count with a diving elbow.

 

Derek pulls Max up.

Max throws a punch.

Derek ducks.

 

Derek hits Max with a spinning heel kick.

Max stumbles.

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

Max turns.

Derek launches himself with a springboard missile dropkick.

Max falls backward.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK! MAX POWER HAS FINALLY BEEN TAKEN OFF HIS FEET!

 

Derek covers Max.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Max kicks out.

 

Valerie: That was not a kick-out. That was Max Power becoming annoyed. There’s a difference.

 

Derek pulls Max up by the wrist.

 

Dion tags himself in.

Dion enters and drives a heavy knee into Max’s stomach.

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

 

Dion grabs Max around the waist.

Derek rebounds and connects with a running knee strike.

Dion releases Max.

 

Derek follows with a spinning kick to Max’s chest.

Max drops to one knee.

 

Ash: POWER PLAY ARE FINALLY PUTTING THEIR COMBINATION TOGETHER! DION IS WORKING THE BODY, DEREK IS ATTACKING FROM THE OUTSIDE, AND MAX CAN’T FIND A WAY OUT!

 

Dion grabs Max by the wrist and whips him into the corner.

Derek charges from the opposite side.

Dion catches Max with a corner clothesline.

 

Derek follows with a running dropkick to Max’s knee.

 

Max collapses into the corner.

 

Dion grabs him by the head.

Derek climbs the second rope.

Dion pulls Max forward.

Derek launches himself with a diving stomp across Max’s chest.

Max falls forward.

 

Marcus: That’s excellent tag-team work! They’re not wasting movement. Every attack is setting up the next one.

 

Dion covers Max.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Pitta breaks the count with a massive forearm.

 

Ash: PITTA SAVES MAX! POWER PLAY HAD HIM IN TROUBLE!

 

Dion turns toward Pitta.

Pitta grabs him by the throat.

Dion kicks Pitta’s knee.

Pitta’s grip loosens.

 

Dion connects with a superkick.

Pitta staggers backward.

 

Derek runs toward Pitta.

Pitta catches him with a back body drop.

Derek lands hard.

 

Dion charges.

Pitta ducks.

Dion accidentally collides with Derek.

Both men fall.

 

Pitta turns toward Max.

Max reaches out.

 

Pitta tags him.

 

Max enters the ring.

 

Dion is slowly getting up.

Max grabs him by the wrist and pulls him toward the ropes.

Dion reverses the whip.

 

Max rebounds.

Dion ducks.

Max leaps over him.

Dion turns.

Max connects with a running crossbody.

Both men crash onto the canvas.

 

Ash: MAX POWER AND DION COLLIDE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

 

Derek reaches his feet first.

 

He runs toward Max.

Max catches him with a jumping armbar takedown.

 

Derek hits the canvas and rolls away, clutching his arm.

 

Marcus: That was a great counter! Derek tried to take advantage of Max being down, but Max caught the arm and changed the entire exchange.

 

Dion charges Max.

Max turns.

Dion attempts the Hardball Special.

He winds up like he’s throwing a baseball.

Max ducks the knockout punch.

 

Ash: HARD BALL SPECIAL! NO! MAX POWER DUCKED IT! DION WAS TRYING TO TAKE HIS HEAD OFF!

 

Max grabs Dion’s arm.

He pulls Dion forward and drives a knee into his ribs.

Dion doubles over.

 

Max grabs him around the waist.

Dion blocks the lift.

 

Max changes position and drives Dion down with a brutal Olympic-style slam.

Dion crashes onto the canvas.

Max covers him.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek breaks the count.

 

Derek grabs Max and pulls him toward the corner.

 

Dion tags him.

 

Derek enters and hits Max with a spinning back kick.

Max staggers.

Derek runs to the ropes.

Max turns.

Derek launches himself with a springboard 540 Kick.

Max ducks.

Derek lands awkwardly.

 

Max grabs him around the waist.

He lifts him and drives him down with a brutal sit-out powerbomb.

 

Ash: MAX POWER JUST CAUGHT THE 540 KICK AND TURNED IT INTO A POWERBOMB! DEREK IS DOWN!

 

Max covers Derek.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Dion dives across the ring and breaks the count.

 

Valerie: Dion is doing all the saving tonight. Derek may be the flyer, but Dion is the one keeping Power Play alive.

 

Dion grabs Max by the head.

Max throws a punch.

Dion ducks.

 

Dion connects with a hard body shot.

Max doubles over.

 

Dion grabs Max around the waist.

Derek climbs the turnbuckle.

 

Ash: WAIT A MINUTE! DION HAS MAX IN POSITION! DEREK IS CLIMBING! THIS COULD BE THE POWER PLAY SPECIAL!

 

Dion lifts Max into the powerbomb position.

Derek launches himself from the top rope with a 540 Kick.

 

Max twists his body.

The kick catches Max across the shoulder instead of the face.

Dion loses his balance.

 

Max falls forward and lands on top of Dion.

Derek crashes onto the canvas.

 

Ash: THE POWER PLAY SPECIAL DOESN’T CONNECT! MAX TWISTED OUT OF IT! DION COULDN’T HOLD HIM, AND DEREK JUST KICKED HIS OWN PARTNER!

 

Marcus: That was the first attempt, and the timing was almost there. But almost doesn’t count with a move like that.

 

Derek crawls toward Dion.

Dion reaches out.

 

Max grabs Derek by the ankle.

Derek kicks Max in the face.

Max releases him.

Derek tags Dion.

 

Dion enters and immediately attacks Max with a series of forearms.

 

Max absorbs the shots.

Dion hits him again.

Max takes one step backward.

 

Dion charges with a running clothesline.

Max ducks.

Dion rebounds.

 

Max catches him with a powerful Polish Hammer.

Dion spins from the impact.

Max follows with a second strike.

Dion drops to one knee.

 

Max grabs him by the head and drives him down with a Fisherman DDT.

 

 

Ash: FISHERMAN DDT! MAX POWER JUST DROPPED DION ON HIS HEAD!

 

Max covers Dion.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek breaks the count.

 

Derek immediately grabs Max by the wrist and pulls him toward the corner.

 

Dion slowly gets up.

Derek tags him.

 

Dion enters and catches Max with a chop block.

Max’s knee buckles.

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

Dion grabs Max around the waist.

Derek rebounds and connects with a running dropkick to Max’s chest.

Max falls backward.

 

Ash: POWER PLAY ARE TARGETING THE LEG! MAX CAN’T GET HIS BASE UNDER HIM, AND THAT MAKES HIM MUCH EASIER TO CONTROL!

 

Dion covers Max.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Max kicks out.

Dion slaps the canvas in frustration.

 

Valerie: Max Power is surviving, but survival is not the same as winning.

 

Dion pulls Max up.

Max suddenly drives a knee into Dion’s stomach.

Dion doubles over.

 

Max grabs him by the head and drives him down with a DDT.

 

Max rolls toward his corner.

Pitta reaches out.

 

Derek grabs Max’s ankle.

Max kicks Derek away.

Max reaches again.

Pitta tags in.

 

Ash: PITTA POWER IS IN! AND DION IS STILL DOWN! THIS COULD BE THE MOMENT THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING!

 

Pitta enters and grabs Dion around the waist.

Dion throws elbows.

Pitta absorbs them.

 

Pitta lifts Dion into the air.

Dion slips down behind him.

 

Dion runs to the ropes.

Pitta turns.

Dion launches himself with a flying shoulder block.

Pitta catches him.

 

Ash: DION WITH THE SHOULDER BLOCK—PITTA HAS HIM AGAIN!

 

Pitta holds Dion against his chest.

Dion struggles.

Pitta lifts him higher.

Dion rakes across Pitta’s face.

Pitta releases him.

 

Dion lands behind Pitta and immediately tags Derek.

 

Derek climbs the turnbuckle.

Dion grabs Pitta around the waist.

 

Ash: POWER PLAY SPECIAL AGAIN! SECOND ATTEMPT! DION HAS PITTA UP, DEREK IS ON THE TOP ROPE!

 

Dion lifts Pitta into the powerbomb position.

 

Pitta grabs the top rope.

 

Dion strains.

 

Derek launches himself.

Pitta suddenly drops his weight.

Dion loses control.

Pitta falls forward and lands on Dion.

Derek crashes onto the canvas beside them.

 

Ash: THEY MISS AGAIN! PITTA USED THE ROPES TO BREAK THE LIFT! POWER PLAY HAVE NOW FAILED THEIR OWN FINISHING MOVE TWICE!

 

Marcus: And that’s the danger of relying on one spectacular combination. If either man is even slightly out of position, the whole thing collapses.

 

Valerie: Or perhaps they simply need to stop trying to powerbomb men who weigh as much as small vehicles.

 

Derek gets up first.

He grabs Pitta by the wrist and whips him into the corner.

 

Dion charges.

Pitta raises his boot.

Dion catches it.

 

Pitta pulls Dion forward and connects with a massive European uppercut.

Dion staggers.

 

Derek charges from the side.

Pitta catches him with a huge chop.

Derek drops to one knee.

 

Pitta grabs Derek by the head and drives him down with a brutal DDT.

 

Dion charges.

Pitta ducks.

Dion crashes into the ropes.

 

Pitta turns.

Dion attempts the Hardball Special.

Pitta ducks the punch.

 

Pitta grabs Dion’s arm.

Dion tries to pull free.

 

Pitta swings.

Dion ducks.

Pitta’s hand misses.

 

Dion immediately hits Pitta with a superkick.

Pitta staggers.

 

Ash: DION AVOIDED THE POWER SLAP! HE DUCKED IT AND ANSWERED WITH A SUPERKICK!

 

Derek runs toward Pitta.

 

Pitta catches him by the throat.

 

Derek kicks wildly.

Dion charges.

Pitta releases Derek and ducks.

Dion accidentally collides with Derek.

Both men fall.

 

Pitta looks toward Max.

Max is slowly getting up.

 

Dion crawls toward Derek.

Derek reaches out.

 

Max and Pitta begin to stir.

The crowd rises as all four men slowly attempt to get back to their feet.

 

Ash: Nobody has been able to maintain control for more than a few seconds! This is exactly the kind of fight we expected! All four men are exhausted, but nobody is willing to give the other team even one clean opening!

 

Marcus: And now the match has reached the point where instinct matters more than strategy. They’re not thinking about the next five minutes anymore. They’re thinking about surviving the next five seconds.

 

Valerie: Which is usually when people make their worst decisions. You know, the kind of decision people like Robertos Michael make when they think a 250-pound man doing a diving headbutt from the top rope is a perfectly reasonable idea.

 

Dion reaches Derek first.

 

Derek stretches out his hand.

 

Max grabs Pitta by the shoulder and tries to pull him toward their corner.

 

Pitta shoves Max forward.

Max stumbles into Dion.

Dion reacts instantly, catching Max with a short-arm clothesline.

 

Ash: DION STRIKES FIRST! MAX WAS TRYING TO GET TO HIS CORNER, BUT DION JUST CAUGHT HIM!

 

Max hits the canvas but rolls onto one knee.

 

Dion grabs him by the head and pulls him up.

Max blocks a second punch.

 

He answers with a brutal European uppercut.

Dion’s head snaps backward.

Max follows with a powerful knee strike to the stomach.

Dion doubles over.

 

Max hooks him around the waist and drives him down with another DDT.

 

Ash: DDT! MAX POWER JUST DROPPED DION AGAIN! DION HAS BEEN HIT WITH SO MANY DIFFERENT ATTACKS TONIGHT, BUT HE STILL KEEPS FINDING A WAY TO GET BACK UP!

 

Dion rolls toward his corner.

 

Max grabs him by the ankle.

Dion turns and kicks Max directly in the chest.

Max staggers backward.

 

Dion pushes himself up and reaches toward Derek.

Derek tags in.

Derek enters the ring at full speed.

 

Ash: DEREK IS IN! AND HE’S MOVING LIKE HE HASN’T BEEN THROUGH A WAR!

 

Derek runs toward Max.

Max lowers his stance.

Derek leaps for a flying forearm.

Max catches him in mid-air.

 

Derek throws short punches toward Max’s head.

Max absorbs the shots and spins him around.

 

Max launches Derek across the ring with an Air Raid Siren.

Derek crashes onto the canvas.

 

Ash: AIR RAID SIREN! MAX POWER JUST CAUGHT DEREK OUT OF THE AIR AND SENT HIM FLYING!

 

Derek pulls himself up using the ropes.

Max charges.

Derek moves aside.

Max crashes shoulder-first into the turnbuckle.

 

Derek climbs onto the second rope.

 

He launches himself with a diving crossbody.

Max turns at the last second and catches him.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE CROSSBODY—NO! MAX HAS HIM!

 

Derek throws elbows into Max’s head.

Max stumbles but refuses to release him.

Derek slips down behind Max and lands on his feet.

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

Max turns.

Derek launches himself with a springboard missile dropkick.

The impact sends Max backward.

 

Derek covers Max.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Max kicks out forcefully.

 

Ash: MAX POWER KICKS OUT! DEREK HAD THE MOMENTUM, BUT HE COULDN’T KEEP MAX DOWN!

 

Derek grabs Max by the wrist and pulls him toward the corner.

Max tries to reverse the whip.

Derek leaps onto the ropes and springs backward with a twisting kick.

He connects with Max’s chest.

Max stumbles.

 

Derek follows with a running knee strike.

Max drops to one knee.

Derek runs to the ropes again.

 

Ash: DEREK IS BUILDING SPEED! HE’S TRYING TO KEEP MAX FROM EVER GETTING HIS FEET UNDER HIM!

 

Derek rebounds.

Max suddenly rises.

 

Derek attempts a second flying forearm.

Max catches him around the waist.

 

 

Max drives Derek down with a devastating belly-to-belly suplex.

Derek lands hard.

 

Marcus: That’s the counter! Derek wanted another burst of speed, but Max timed it perfectly!

 

Max grabs Derek by the wrist and pulls him toward the corner.

Derek tries to escape.

Max whips him hard into the turnbuckles.

Derek’s back crashes against the corner.

 

He staggers forward.

Max catches him around the waist and drives him face-first into the turnbuckle with a brutal Buckle Slam.

 

Ash: BUCKLE SLAM! DEREK JUST GOT PLANTED FACE-FIRST INTO THE CORNER! MAX POWER DROVE HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

 

Derek collapses into a seated position against the ropes.

Max stands over him.

 

The crowd begins to react as Max slowly pulls his trousers firmly into place with an exaggerated, deliberate gesture.

 

Valerie: Oh, no. No, no, no. I know exactly what he’s thinking.

 

Marcus: Derek needs to move. Right now.

 

Ash: DEREK IS STUCK IN THE CORNER, HE CAN BARELY SIT UP, AND MAX POWER IS TAKING HIS TIME! THIS IS ABOUT TO GET VERY, VERY EMBARRASSING!

 

Max backs into the corner.

 

He turns around and drops down onto Derek with The Stinker.

Max presses himself into Derek and grinds his backside against Derek’s face with exaggerated force, holding the humiliation for several seconds.

 

Ash: THE STINKER! MAX POWER IS HUMILIATING DEREK IN THE CORNER!

 

Valerie: THAT IS DISGUSTING! THAT IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!

 

Marcus: It’s embarrassing, it’s painful, and it is completely legal!

 

Max finally stands up.

 

Derek rolls out of the corner, coughing violently and looking completely disgusted.

He wipes at his face and tries to crawl away.

 

Ash: DEREK IS ROLLING AWAY! HE LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO LEAVE THE BUILDING!

 

Max reaches down to grab him.

Derek suddenly catches Max with a desperate kick to the knee.

Max drops slightly.

 

Derek scrambles toward his corner.

Max reaches for his ankle.

Derek kicks Max in the face.

Max falls backward.

 

Derek dives forward and tags Dion.

Dion enters the ring and immediately charges Max.

 

Max rises.

Dion connects with a running shoulder block.

Max falls into the ropes.

 

Dion grabs him and whips him across the ring.

Max rebounds.

Dion ducks.

Max leaps over him.

Dion turns.

Max connects with a running crossbody.

Both men crash onto the canvas.

 

Ash: DION AND MAX COLLIDE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! DION USED THE ROPES TO BUILD MOMENTUM, BUT MAX CAUGHT HIM WITH THE CROSSBODY!

 

Max tags Pitta!

 

Derek reaches his feet.

He runs toward Pitta.

Pitta catches him with a massive forearm.

Derek staggers.

 

Pitta lifts Dion into the powerbomb position.

He drives Dion down into the canvas.

 

But Pitta does not let go.

 

He immediately hauls Dion back up.

 

Dion crashes down a second time.

Pitta keeps his grip, lifts him again, and drives him into the mat for a third impact.

 

Ash: THREE POWERBOMBS! HE HASN’T LET GO OF DION ONCE!

 

Dion hangs helplessly in Pitta’s grasp.

Pitta lifts him into the powerbomb position one more time.

But instead of dropping him straight down, Pitta suddenly falls backward.

Dion is pulled forward and thrown over Pitta, crashing face-first into the canvas.

 

Ash: TRIPLE POWERBOMB—INTO A REVERSE SLAM!

 

Marcus: PITTA KEPT DION IN THE AIR THROUGH THREE DEVASTATING IMPACTS! HE LIFTED HIM AGAIN, CHANGED THE ANGLE, AND DROVE HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE MAT!

 

Marcus: That was vicious! He changed the angle at the last second and turned the powerbomb into a reverse slam!

 

Dion lies motionless on the canvas.

 

Derek charges Pitta.

Pitta turns.

Derek launches himself with a springboard 540 Kick.

Pitta catches him in mid-air.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE 540 KICK—PITTA CAUGHT HIM!

 

Pitta holds Derek against his chest.

Derek struggles.

Pitta lifts him.

Derek slips behind Pitta and lands on his feet.

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

Pitta turns.

Derek launches himself again.

Pitta catches him by the throat.

Derek kicks wildly.

Pitta lifts him.

 

Derek rakes across Pitta’s face.

Pitta releases him.

 

Derek lands behind Pitta.

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

Pitta turns.

Derek launches himself with a flying forearm.

Pitta catches him with a massive chop.

Derek collapses.

 

Ash: DEREK TRIED EVERYTHING! SPEED, THE 540 KICK, THE FLYING FOREARM—AND PITTA POWER JUST KEEPS STOPPING HIM!

 

Derek crawls toward Dion.

Dion is slowly stirring.

 

Max reaches his feet.

Pitta tags him in.

 

Dion grabs the ropes and pulls himself up.

 

Max charges.

Dion ducks.

Max crashes into the ropes.

 

Dion turns.

Max rebounds.

 

Dion attempts the Hardball Special.

Max ducks.

Dion’s punch misses.

Max catches Dion by the wrist.

Dion tries to pull free.

Max pulls him forward and drives a powerful knee into his stomach.

Dion doubles over.

 

Max grabs him around the waist.

Dion blocks the lift.

Max drives him down with a brutal spinebuster.

 

Ash: SPINEBUSTER! MAX POWER JUST DROPPED DION!

 

Max covers Dion.

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek dives across the ring and breaks the count.

Max grabs Derek immediately.

 

Derek throws a punch.

Max catches his arm.

Max pulls him into a jumping armbar takedown.

Derek hits the mat and rolls away, clutching his arm.

 

Marcus: Derek is running out of options! Every time he tries to attack Max directly, Max finds a way to turn it into a strength contest!

 

Dion crawls toward his corner.

Derek reaches out.

Dion tags him.

Derek enters the ring.

 

Max rises.

 

Derek charges.

 

Max catches him with a powerful shoulder block.

Derek falls.

 

Dion charges Max from behind.

Max turns.

Dion attempts the Hardball Special.

Max catches Dion’s arm before the punch can land.

 

Ash: HARD BALL SPECIAL! NO! MAX CAUGHT THE PUNCH! DION WAS READY TO END THIS, BUT MAX READ IT!

 

Max twists Dion’s arm and pulls him into a powerful knee strike.

Dion doubles over.

 

Max grabs him around the waist.

Dion blocks the lift.

Max drives him down with a brutal Olympic slam.

Dion crashes onto the canvas.

 

Derek charges Max from behind.

Max turns.

Derek launches himself with a springboard 540 Kick.

Max ducks.

Derek lands awkwardly.

 

Max catches Derek by the throat.

Derek kicks wildly.

Max lifts him.

Derek slips free and lands behind Max

 

Derek runs to the ropes.

Max turns.

Derek launches himself again.

Max catches him in mid-air.

 

Ash: DEREK WITH THE 540 KICK— MAX CATCHES HIM AGAIN!

 

Max holds Derek against his chest.

Derek struggles.

Max drives him down with a powerful sit-out slam.

Max rolls away.

 

Dion slowly gets up.

Max turns toward him.

 

Dion charges.

Max catches him by the throat.

Dion kicks Pitta’s knee.

Max's grip loosens.

 

Dion connects with a superkick.

Max staggers.

 

Derek runs toward him.

Max catches Derek by the throat.

 

Dion charges.

Max releases Derek and ducks.

Dion accidentally collides with Derek.

Both men fall.

 

Ash: POWER PLAY ARE COLLIDING AGAIN! DION AND DEREK CAN’T GET ON THE SAME PAGE!

 

Max is climbing the second rope.

 

Pitta grabs Dion around the waist.

Dion struggles.

Pitta lifts him.

 

Max launches himself from the second rope with a diving clothesline.

Dion moves.

Max crashes into Pitta.

Both men fall to the canvas.

 

Marcus: THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DEVASTATING! MAX AND PITTA NEARLY TOOK EACH OTHER’S HEADS OFF!

 

Dion crawls toward Derek.

Derek reaches out.

 

Max and Pitta begin to stir.

The crowd rises as all four men slowly attempt to get back to their feet.

 

Ash: All four men are down again! We have reached the point where nobody is fighting clean, nobody is fighting fresh, and nobody is fighting intelligently! They are simply throwing whatever they have left!

 

Dion reaches Derek first.

Derek tags him.

 

Dion enters and grabs Max around the waist.

Max blocks the lift.

 

Dion tries again.

Max drives an elbow backward.

 

Dion staggers.

Max turns and catches him with a powerful European uppercut.

Dion drops to one knee.

 

Max grabs him by the head.

Dion suddenly drives a knee into Max’s stomach.

Max doubles over.

 

Dion grabs Max around the waist.

Derek runs toward the ropes.

 

Ash: POWER PLAY SPECIAL! THIRD ATTEMPT! THEY’RE GOING FOR IT AGAIN!

 

Dion lifts Max into the powerbomb position.

Max struggles.

Derek launches himself from the top rope with a 540 Kick.

The kick connects with Max’s upper chest.

 

Dion drives Max downward.

Max crashes onto the canvas.

Derek lands beside him.

 

Dion immediately covers Max.

Derek throws himself across Max’s upper body, adding his weight to the cover.

 

Ash: THE POWER PLAY SPECIAL CONNECTS! THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM! MAX POWER HAS BEEN HIT WITH THE FULL COMBINATION!

 

Valerie: And now they’re using the double cover! They don’t just hit the move—they try to bury the opponent under both men!

 

Marcus: This could be it! Max has taken an incredible amount of punishment!

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Max suddenly bridges his hips and explodes upward.

 

Ash: MAX IS STILL MOVING! MAX POWER IS STILL MOVING!

 

Carter: TH—

 

He roars and his shoulders tear free from the canvas, forcing Dion off balance and Derek

Dion is launched sideways and crashes onto the canvas.

Derek is thrown across the ring and lands near the ropes.

Max rolls onto his knees, breathing heavily.

 

Ash: MAX POWER KICKS OUT! NO—HE DIDN’T JUST KICK OUT! HE THREW BOTH MEN OFF HIM! HE THREW BOTH MEN OFF HIM!

 

Marcus: THAT WAS PURE POWER! THAT WAS INSTINCT! MAX POWER REFUSED TO LET THEM PIN HIM!

 

Valerie: I don’t even know how he did that! They had both men on top of him!

 

Max slowly rises.

 

Dion gets to his knees.

Max grabs him by the head.

Dion throws a desperate punch.

Max blocks it.

Max answers with a brutal Polish Hammer.

Dion staggers backward.

 

Max grabs him around the waist.

Dion tries to block the lift.

Max drives him down with a devastating spinebuster.

Dion crashes onto the canvas.

 

Max turns toward Derek.

 

Derek charges.

Max catches him with a powerful knee strike.

Derek doubles over.

 

Max grabs him by the head.

And lifts him for a release suplex, Derek crashing hard

 

Ash: MAX POWER HAS COME BACK FROM THE DEAD! DION AND DEREK JUST TRIED TO END THIS, AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

 

Max crawls toward his corner.

Pitta is already reaching out.

Max tags him.

Pitta enters the ring.

 

Dion slowly gets up.

Pitta charges.

Dion ducks.

Pitta crashes into the ropes.

 

Dion turns.

 

Pitta rebounds.

Dion attempts the Hardball Special.

Pitta ducks.

Dion’s punch misses.

 

Pitta grabs Dion’s arm.

Dion tries to escape.

Pitta pulls him forward.

Dion’s eyes widen.

 

Ash: DION MISSED THE HARD BALL SPECIAL! PITTA HAS HIS ARM!

 

Pitta strikes Dion with the Power Slap.

 

The sound echoes through the arena.

 

Dion’s entire body goes limp.

He remains standing for a moment, completely stunned, his eyes unfocused.

 

Ash: POWER SLAP! POWER SLAP! DION JUST GOT HIT WITH THE FULL FORCE OF PITTA POWER!

 

Marcus: DION IS GONE! LOOK AT HIM! HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS!

 

Valerie: That was not a slap. That was a structural renovation.

 

Pitta tags Max again

 

Dion sways in place.

Max sees the opening.

Max runs past Dion and heads toward the ropes.

 

Ash: DION IS COMPLETELY STUNNED! PITTA HAS CREATED THE OPENING! MAX POWER IS GOING TO THE ROPES!

 

Max hits the ropes at full speed.

He rebounds with maximum velocity.

 

Dion barely turns his head.

 

Max drives into him with a devastating Spear.

 

Dion is lifted off his feet and driven violently into the canvas.

 

Ash: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! MAX POWER JUST SPEARED DION OUT OF HIS BOOTS!

 

Dion lands flat on his back.

Max immediately covers him and violently hooks Dion’s leg.

Pitta leans down over Max, placing both hands firmly on Max’s back and adding his weight to the pin.

 

Valerie: That is not a pin. That is two men trying to bury Dion under the consequences of his own decisions.

 

Derek crawls toward the cover.

He reaches out weakly.

Pitta shifts his body and blocks Derek’s path.

 

Ash: DEREK IS TRYING TO GET THERE! HE’S CRAWLING! BUT PITTA IS KEEPING HIM AWAY!

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Carter: TWO!

 

Derek reaches forward, but he is still too far away.

 

Carter: THREE!

 

The bell rings.

 

Max Matthews and Pitta Power win by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners... MAX MATTHEWS AND PITTA POWER!

 

Ash: THAT’S IT! MAX POWER AND PITTA POWER HAVE DONE IT! THE SPEAR AFTER THE POWER SLAP! DION NEVER RECOVERED, AND POWER PLAY HAVE BEEN DEFEATED!

 

Marcus: That was teamwork! Pitta stunned Dion, Max saw the opening, and then Pitta made sure the cover stayed down!

 

Valerie: Power Play had the speed, the combinations, and three chances to hit their finishing move. But when it mattered most, Max and Pitta were stronger, smarter, and far more ruthless.

 

Max remains over Dion for another moment, still gripping the leg.

 

Pitta stands beside him, breathing heavily.

 

Derek sits against the ropes, staring at his fallen partner.

 

Ash: MAX POWER AND PITTA POWER WIN THE MATCH! POWER PLAY CAME CLOSE, BUT ONE POWER SLAP, ONE SPEAR, AND ONE absolutely crushing cover ended it!

 

Valerie: The children were doomed from the moment it wasn't their aunt manning the stripes. But she'll be involved a lit-

 

Arena lights flash a vibrant white and Blue, pulsing to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

 

Then https://youtu.be/OZUgReaVwMU?is=HPPMyx4bzoF-n3V9 starts to play

 

 

The crowd erupts as the giant screen flashes a roaring Blue and White fist graphic.

Sheri: Seigi no kobushi... HAKARU TANAKASHI!" (The fist of justice...)

 


White pyro fountains burst at the top of the ramp.


Hakaru emerges with a massive, confident smile, Wearing a sleek, modern White and Blue hooded vest over bright wrestling tights.
Hakaru pauses at the stage curtain, raises a fist, and looks up at the arena ceiling

Hakaru sprints down the ramp, full of electric energy, giving High-fives to the fans hanging over the guardrails on both sides.
Hakaru Slides under the bottom rope directly into the center of the ring.. Leaps instantly onto the turnbuckle,
facing the loudest section of the crowd.


Then Rips off the hooded vest and throws it to a young fan in the front row.
Hakaru beats his chest twice and points dynamically toward the sky.
Then backflips from the turnbuckle Blue streamers rain down from the rafters into the ring.

He grabs a Microphone


Hakaru: Wow it's great to be here in Mawl! I love the welcome I received by all of you!

 

Hakaru looks around and takes a deep breath


Hakaru: now You all may wonder why I came out to help a man I don't know against people I have no past issues with.


Hakaru looks around then continues

Hakaru: it's simple I hate bullies, my sister was bullied and she took her own life so it is my duty to stand up to bullies, it is my honor....I am the fist of justice I will stand by Dusty to take down Riot Block! If it's 1 by 1 or 2 on 3 whatever it may be I will stand against Riot Block!

 

 

Riot Block storm out. 

 

 

Axel: OI! You think you can stand up to us, you little drip, you soft-lad? You and that Aussie wanker have no chance against us. 

 

They laugh at him as they walk down the ramp, when suddenly from behind.

 

 

Dusty starts throwing hands at Axel! Dusty starts throwing hands at Trevor DeMartin! Hakaru rushes the ramp to help them out. 

 

Marcus: It's a noble fight but going 2 on 3 might not be the-

 

 

The lights flash pink, green, and blue as the Instrumental version of "Kids" plays. Out comes Maya Marlowe, running right into the fray.

 

 

Maya starts throwing hands. 

 

 

Lisa: To the ring, you lot.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: In this corner, Hakaru Tanakashi, Dusty McGraw, and Maya Marlowe! And in the other corner, The Tribal Chief, Trevor DeMartin, and Axel, RIOT BLOCK!

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: Tribal and Hakaru to start, Tribal and Hakaru lock up, Tribal Chief goes in for the arm drag, Hakaru lands on his feet and spinning jump kick to the side of the head. Chief back to his feet, catches Hakaru and a backbreaker. Tag into Trevor, Chief holds him up and Trevor blasts him with a stomach punch. Hakaru rolled back, Trevor ripcords him into a throat punch, tag to Axel. 

 

Valerie: This is a well oiled machine, and they're trying to ensure that Hakaru gets the three-on-one he said he could handle, as Axel gets a series of rights AND lefts on him. Axel lifts him up for a high angle Uranage, tag back to Trevor... Trevor bends the knee and Axel slams Hakaru over it! 

 

Marcus: This dude isn't gonna do a lot of standing up for bullies if he can't remain on his feet! Come on man! 

 

Ash: Axel gets a sleeper hold on Hakaru and just putting the torque on, Hakaru fighting to the ropes, Axel swings him back, he reaches for a tag, trying to power in the other direction, Axel yanking him back again, Hakaru uses the force of the pull to get some momentum, jumps up to a middle rope and Operation Dragon, going for the cover-

 

Lisa: ONE! TW-

 

Marcus: Trevor rushing in with a basement dropkick, but Hakaru rolls down to put Axel in the way! Axel eats Trevor's attack, Hakaru rolls back, tag in to Maya, here we go and Maya corkscrew splash to Axel! Going for the cover-

 

Lisa: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Tribal Chief coming in with a jumping elbow to break OH COME ON! Maya rolling out of the way in time and Axel eats the elbow drop! 

 

Marcus: So much for the well-oiled machine. 

 

Ash: Maya going for a ripcord NO she springboards and a flipping arm drag. Keeping it held and going for an armbar, Axel absolutely flips her with a short-arm lariat. Tag back to Tribal Chief, Chief scoop slam to Maya. Pulling her up... going for the Rip and Tear, Maya lands on her feet behind him, pushing Chief towards her corner and Hakaru jumps in catching him with a blockbuster. 

 

Valerie: False sense of security. 

 

Marcus: Don't be so sure. Hakaru and Maya taking runs in opposite directions, sandwich Chief with dual spinning wheel kicks! Maya tags in Dusty, charges in and Boomerang Bash incoming, NO Tribal ducks it, gets behind him and lifts him up for the Rip and Tear HAKARU SWEEPS THE LEG! 

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Tribal gets his shoulder up, Dusty pulls him up for a powerslam! Hakaru and Maya both take a run back.... dual single leg dropkicks to Axel and Trevor taking them off the apron! DUAL TOPE CON HILO! DAMN! 

 

Ash: One Arm Spinebuster by Dusty! Outback Slam and he lets out a huge roar! 

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Marcus: Tribal Chief kicks up again! Neither man has their team members ready to be tagged, they're gonna have to hold the fort for now, Dusty with the Irish Whip, Tribal ducks and comes back around and Spear! Dusty rolled back, Tribal Chief charges him and the  boot rocking him into the corner.

 

Valerie: That's how you gotta do it. Look at the stomp-out, there's rhythm and intention in each stomp. 

 

Marcus: He was counting, I think, on Hakaru and Maya being caught up with the other two members. But here they are back in the corner, tag back in to Hakaru, Hakaru springboards in and Canadian Destroyer!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Hakaru, Maya, and Dusty McGraw win!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners.... Hakaru Tanakashi, Dusty McGraw, and Maya Marlowe!! 

 

Marcus: Great teamwork on both sides, but the Bullies were beaten back. 

 

Ash: Great work by the rookies, really showing out here. But you can see in the Tribal Chief and the rest of Riot Block, they're not done with these three. 

 

Valerie: Nor should they be. If they wanna re-assert themselves as a dominant force, they gotta clean up the loose ends. 

 

Ash: Speaking on loose ends, this is what one of our competitors in a later match had to say about their situation. 

 

 

The camera cuts to the MAWL backdrop. Manta Ray stands in full gear, his mask concealing his expression, but the fire in his eyes leaves no doubt how he feels. He stares into the camera for several moments before speaking.

 

 

Manta Ray:

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt, Edomite. I thought maybe you were reckless. Maybe you were desperate to make a name for yourself. Every wrestler has moments where ambition gets the better of them.

 

But after Heart Condition, I realized I was wrong.

You didn't earn your moment. You stole somebody else's.

 

When El Gallito Loco's time came, you attacked him from behind and took his place in the Alphabet Gauntlet. You robbed a luchador of an opportunity he earned because you weren't man enough to earn one yourself.

 

You call yourself the Agent of Chaos, but all I see is a coward hiding behind cheap tricks and stolen opportunities.

 

You need to understand something about this place. 

 

In MAWL, a mask isn't a costume. It isn't a gimmick. It's a legacy. Every luchador who wears one carries the pride of everyone who came before them.

 

So when you disrespected El Gallito Loco, you didn't just disrespect one man.

You disrespected every one of us.

You wanted to make a statement? Congratulations. You did.

Now let me make mine.

 

I'm done giving you the benefit of the doubt. I'm done hoping you'll figure out what respect means on your own. The next time we stand across the ring from each other, I'm going to teach you the hard way.

You can call yourself the Agent of Chaos all you want, but chaos only lasts until the bell rings. After that, it's just you and me.

No shortcuts.

No stolen moments.

No excuses.

Just consequences.

 

You wanted everyone's attention, Edomite. Now you've got mine.

 

If you can't show respect to the luchadors...

Then you're going to learn to fear the deep waters.”

 

The camera shifts.

 

Pick the most random Taylor Swift Song ever.

 

Can't think of one? Use Youtube or Spotify. Pick the first one and let it play.

 

 

That is the song playing in the background as images of Patriotism. Airplanes flying by. Sharks jumping out of water. A jeep jumping over a hill.

 

All that good shit.

 

Anyway, Here is SM HeartBreaker standing behind a podium.

 

 

Keep that Taylor Swift song playing!

 

SM: My fellow MAWLers. At Heart Condition, An event named after yours truly.

 

MAWL Production team would like to remind the audience that Heart Condition is in fact NOT named after SM HeartBreaker, neither is any other MAWL related Event.

 

SM: Our safe zone. Our safe space. Our sanctuary was attacked.

 

Images of XHW attacking Dante Rivera and SM HeartBreaker is seen.

 

SM: This is just one of many similar attacks that have occurred in OUR Kingdom.

 

Images of more backstage attacks and interference during matches flash up on screen. One clip includes the Catering Massacre.

 

SM: This is absolutely not acceptable. This is OUR home and we must defend it from all of those that try to invade it, both with their violence and with their ideology.

 

More political imaginary appears on screen. Like fans cheering and SM HeartBreaker merchandise.

 

SM: I can hear you crying out to me, my fellow MAWLers. Where are our pillars?! Why are they allowing this to happen.

 

Black and white images of Scott Razor, Nero and Gozu flashes up on screen.

 

SM: Scott abandoned us. Nero has gone into hiding out of shame and Gozu. Gozu no longer defends you. Gozu no longer defends our shores like he used to. Now he allows invaders to come in unopposed.

 

Images of recently new debuted wrestlers are seen on screen, especially a certain Miss Jackie Ripper, who is seen kneeing SM HeartBreaker in the jaw.

 

SM: Who else is there to turn to? Who else is here to defend us? Who else can do what our heroes can not do?!

 

No Imaginary needed. Just a smile. That fucking smile.

 

SM: Who else? Than...

 

Flash in front of your very eyes every image ever of SM HeartBreaker in MAWL!

 

SM: SM meow HeartBreaker! Your last pillar! Your best Pillar! Your only true hope. You see, this isn't the first time I have spoken out against invaders in this company. I was the first one to voice it and the one to eliminate it. Lets check the facts shall we? I ran Academy of Dreams out of this company! I ran the Cartel out of this company! I defend MAWL every single day from outsiders

 

Heroic images of each Deck of Hearts member. Violent in a suit is a notable treat.

 

SM: I have loyal followers that will die for the cause. But I can't do it alone.

 

Camera angle change as SM HeartBreaker turns to it dramatically.

 

SM: Again.

 

Images of last year when SM HeartBreaker defended MAWL against the "Invaders".

 

SM: So I need YOU.

 

Cue Iconic propaganda image of SM HeartBreaker pointing down the camera at...Well, You.

 

SM: I need you, my fellow MAWLers to rise up! Pledge your allegiance to me! SM HeartBreaker! Lend me your energy! Raise your hands to the sky!

 

SM HeartBreaker is summoning a spirit bomb.

 

SM: Aztec is not here to help you! He is a broken man! Wildfire II is not ready to step out of his father's shadow! Jassy can not be trusted! There is only me. Your Saviour. Your last pillar standing. SM HeartBreaker.

 

AI Generated images of MAWL fans cheering SM HeartBreaker flashes up on screen.

 

SM: So its time to be my eyes and ears. My Deck of Hearts can only do so much. My allies can only do so much. It is time to declare your loyalty to Me and MAWL. No more watching others shows that air monthly or quarterly. No more wearing rival promotion merchandise at our shows! No more pushing new arrivals because of what they did elsewhere! It is time to pick a side. The right side! The winning side!

 

Illegal images of other promotions appear on screen. We can't show it, obviously. I mean we can with permission or in true SM HeartBreaker fashion, we do it anyway but we ain't showing it.

 

SM: MY intelligence has already gone to work! MY Intelligence has already identified the rise of shitty outlaw promotions. It has already found shows using our good name to get themselves over! It has even identified promotions using MY good name to make themselves famous. But we have put counters in place.

 

We don't know why a random image of Aja The Lioness appears on screen. But it appears.

 

SM: We already know there is an invasion of XHW talent on our show which I have already dedicated to eliminating with no mercy. I have discovered an invasion of talent flooding in from a dead promotion. Long gone and dead.

 

SM HeartBreaker stares at the camera as he leans in closer on his podium.

 

SM: Yes. I am talking to you. Ex Global Wrestling Alliance wrestlers. You don't think I wouldn't know of your arrival?! I speak to all of you but mainly Jack The Ripper. The patriarch of the Ripper family. The heart and soul of GWA. I want you to relay a message.

 

SM HeartBreaker spits more poison into the ears of everyone listening as he tries to provoke in his fear and hate speech tactics.

 

SM: GWA is dead. It is never coming back. My 4 Kings killed it and I won't allow you to represent it in MAWL. I won't allow any so called "new" talent to step into my company and try to live off their old popularity. There is only one promotion in the world now. MAWL. So to everyone watching. There is only two options now. Kneel before the Last Pillar of MAWL or join some dying promotion that airs once a month and debut at part 1 of a 16 part show. The choice is yours. Because MAWL is HeartBreaker territory. The MAWL fans are SMifties. This business has only one god. Me.

 

Cue the eagle sounds.

 
SM: SM HeartBreaker. You final Pillar standing. Your only hope and the undisputed defender of MAWL. Some people have even called me the Face of MAWL.
 
fire a bunch of images of President SM HeartBreaker on screen.
 
SM: So remember SMifties. Keep your eyes and ears open for threats to MAWL. Report them to your nearest agent of HeartBreak and never trust outsiders. That is all. You are dismissed. Enjoy the rest of the show.
 
At this point, I think about 3 Taylor Swift songs have already played. Well the outro music is whatever is playing now.
 

 

Ash: I know SM believes that he is the hero this federation needs.

 

 

Valerie: I mean, he has jumped out selflessly in the interest of MAWL.

 

 

Marcus: I meeeeean, was it selflessly for real? Or was it self-serving?

 

Valerie: So cynical. I present that there are levels to his choice.

 

Ash: Speaking on levels, the three cells are stacked which I take to mean that the Next-

 

The backstage feed cuts to a room glowing under dark maroon lighting. NERO stands in the middle of the shot with the Dragonic Championship over his shoulder and a grin that suggests he's been waiting all night for this.

 

 

Nero: Now, I know it's been months, but it feels like only a few days I was sitting in a helicopter dropping a bomb on a title that I already had a funeral for almost a year ago! It wasn't enough to have her laid to rest, resting in peace at the bottom of the ocean, but Physio Joker, had to try revive, and give hope to everyone else. A lot of people wanted Joker to win, and bring back the beloved title. You even made my Dragonic Championship, go get a make over just to look all pretty for her crazy little sister, little Asylum. But you know who didn't care? Joker.

 

I could feel it. He knew it, and I knew it. It felt like he was only operating under the orders of the wrong people with the wrong intentions. It wasn't his fight, but he got tasked with it, and that was ultimately the reason why he didn't win. He did his best, but no heart in the game. Whereas I had every reason to win. And who knows, maybe there's a day when we go toe to toe again for a better reason to fight with heart.

 

But that's a discussion for another day. So moving on. I have more important things to discuss, because I don't dwell on the past. I get the job done, and move on. And before anyone asks. I'm not legally allowed to discuss the elephant in the room. I can only say I had no involvement in any of that. My job my to destroy the Asylum title once and for all, and that is exactly what I did...

 

Nero finally stops, taking a moment to take a big breath in. He rolls his shoulders and adjusts the Dragonic Championship on his shoulder, letting out a long exhale before glancing off to the side.

 

Nero: Now. Earlier in the show, you would've seen me used in some poor attempt from XHW to try make that match more exciting and send a message. They delivered on the excitement upgrade, but I have a feeling it wasn't the way they intended to deliver their message.

 

Nero pauses again, taking a breath as he lets the comment settle. He shifts the Dragonic Championship higher on his shoulder and briefly looks away from the camera, collecting his next thought before continuing.

 

Nero: But I'll give it to XHW, they have fight, and passion that I admire. They have a unity, and way of bringing people together under the same cause. But, also the duality of the matter is, they fight to survive, and to find their place here, and find their reason to live per se. It's a mantra I can get behind.

 

But they didn't quite get their message across, so don't think for a second that I'd want to join them. No. I've already aligned myself with CN Starz; someone who is more powerful than all these other managers, and her orders are clear, and I think with that, it's now time to unveil, and show you all the next step in our plan...

 

Nero steps into closer to the camera. His top now visible, revealing the unmistakable debut of a new stable.
 

 

From the shadows of the room emerges another wrestler, Magnus. He puts his arm around Nero's shoulder, and smiles at the camera.

 

 

Will Corrigan walks into view, grinning and giving a cocky laugh. He fist bumps Magnus, and bro hugs Nero.

 

 

Matt 'Motherfucking' Martigan! He rocks up to the camera with his head almost touching the ceiling. 

 

 

His head is held high. He looks at the camera, then to the right and to the left. Acknowledging his new brothers, and letting the fans take in the sheer scale of what has just come together, and the implications it carries. The balance of power hasn't tipped towards MAWL or XHW. It's tipped somewhere else entirely.

 

Then just when it looks like everyone in the team has introduced themselves...

 

 

IT'S STING- PHONY!
 
 
The 404 Pro loyalist that no one thought would ever jump to another company, has arrived on the shores of MAWL. There's an ironic twist in the air. An outsider being purposeful brought in while MAWL is in the middle of a takeover from another fed.
 
The 4 other men all give Sting-Phony a handshake before he 'Woooooo's'.
 
Sting-Phony: Wooooooooooooooo!
 

 

Nero: Nuclear War Order is now operational. This is not a drill. All you champs better duck for cover. You can try hide. You can pray. But you best say your goodbyes. Because when we come for you, your ass is done!

 

The screen fizzles out.

 

Ash: Okay. So apparently that's why Matt and Will were together earlier. I wonder if they'll figure into the rest of the night.

 

 

Sheri: The following is a Next Level Match and the winning team will get a chance at the Trios Title at Fallout! The objective is to be the last one remaining on your level, at which time you can assist your team on another level. The match is over when only members of 1 team are left standing. Each team member's placement in the three levels has been decided!

 

The competitors take the bridge to their relative levels.

 

Marcus: Wait, wasn't this going to be 12 teams?

 

Ash: With the long break, the list had a chance to build up. So up front, we're going to do this somewhat similar to how we handled the Four Corners. I'm going to call the top level, Valerie will call the middle, and Marcus will call the bottom until the amount of wrestlers is small enough to be manageable or a level is shut down, at which time. And the referees in play will be Carter Vale on top, Danny Rayes in the bottom, and in the center is Jenny Caldwell. And yep, it looks like the Nuclear War Order got their way into this. CN Starz I know historically has had a lot of pull, that doesn't seem to have changed with her time away.

 

Valerie: Alrighty! Let's do this.

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: Luis Diaz gets us running with a huge pump kick to Tee Jax, and she starts this doubled over, Diaz springs off her back and Kinshasa to Cory Park just absolutely obliterates him! Going for the first pin early on-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cory Park is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (1)

 

Ash: A very quick beginning, and Debra Cain snapping Rosie Redmond over with a DDT. 

 

Valerie: Barclay Stockett starts off with a jumping neckbreaker to Magnus, Aoife McNeery catches her before she can fall and huge Blue Thunder Bomb! Going for a cover-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Barclay Stockett is eliminated by Aoife McNeery! (1)

 

Valerie: Two quick eliminations, and we're just getting started. Lumber Jack has Belle Silver on his shoulders..... Somersault Samoan!! Log Roll!! And a cover-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Belle Silver is eliminated by Lumber Jack Woods! (1)

 

Marcus: DX Royal with a quick knee shot to Matt Martigon who apparently will get another lease on life here. Niamh McNeery spins DX around and pays him forward the same knee shot. Devastating Tessa Fang snap DDT to Super Bernie Plum!

 

Ash: Over that time away, DX Royal trained his two companions to be ring ready, and the one up top - Regalia Devi - starts out with a slap to Old Hands' Handy Manny. Bianca Irish Whip to Knarr and tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Destiny Thien with the elbow shot to Debra Cain. 

 

Valerie: Alessia Romano lays Destiny's partner Francine D'Amato out with a high angle belly to belly. JACK WOODS WITH THE LOG ROLL TO DRAKKAR AND THE PIN-oh Drakkar gets his foot on the ropes before the 1. Platinum catches DX's other consort Regina Devi in a powerslam and going for the cover-

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Valerie: OH DEVI REVERSES!

 

Jenny: ONE! 

 

Valerie: Kick out by Platinum.

 

Marcus: Niamh McNeery has Chef Brad Barker up on the top... and... oh, this is an interesting move, it's almost like a converse Spanish Fly.... like a 450 Rock Bottom, but she calls it the Niamh-il Eye! The landing is hard, and Brad eats it, but Niamh got a little too much momentum and rolled away from a pin attempt unintentionally. Plum returns the snap DDT to Fang, Brianna Blumenthal leaps over that whole mess and clothesline to Storm Rider.

 

Ash: Handy Manny's got Siobhan by the wrists, oh this is nuts, he's lifting her up like she's a steel chair.... and drives her face first into the mat!!! Hand-Me-Down!! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Siobhan McNeery is eliminated by Handy Manny! (1)

 

Ash: OOH, that was the least effective of the McNeery sisters and she is taking the long ride down. Bill C. Tithe with a forearm blast to the face of Thien, Corrigan with a big right to Luis Diaz.

 

Valerie: Hermes Thompson blasting Queen Platinum with a single-leg dropkick. Lumber Jack nails Drakkar with Lost in the Woods! And the cover, Drakkar gets the shoulder up before the 1. Regina Devi drops Lisbeth LeMon with a running axe kick!!

 

Marcus: Devastating Tessa Fang springboards off the ropes and a Double-Foot Eat Defeat to Black Saber! He's been D-Fanged!! 

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Oh dang he reverses the pin!!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Fang gets her shoulder up OH SNAP LESHY JUST ONE HAND TOSSED FRANKIE SENSUAL INTO THE STEEL WALL! And Jessie Graff parkours off the wall to blast DX Royal with a dropkick. 

 

Ash: Regalia with a Spinning Book End on Handy Manny!! Regale Force!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Ash: Oh wow, he kicks out just barely. Chad Radman trying to shoot his shot with Titan, and she boots him back! He hits the cell wall! Diana DeLion off the top ropes, jumping down with a Corkscrew Stunner to Rosie Redmond! Some of that Dandelion Wine! And the cover, whoa Rosie reverses with the roll-up!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Ash: And Diana DeLion rolls her back, but Rosie kicks out. 

 

Valerie: Aoife with a swinging punch to Allen the Wrench Keyes, Allen blocks and stiff punch back. Alfos and Yianna Yellowstone with a double snap suplex to Regina Devi. And D'Amato with a European Uppercut to Evan Mac. 

 

Marcus: Storm Rider off the top turnbuckle, going for the splash, Brianna Blumenthal catches him and spinning powerslam!! Going for the pin-OH the reverse by Storm Rider! And Brianna kicks. Dashiel Collins has been gaining speed for some time now in the background, third rope bounce now, SPEAR TO CAPTAIN MIDAS!!! 100-YARD-DASH!!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Captain Midas is eliminated by Dashiel Collins! (1)

 

Marcus: Blumenthal with a sling blade to Martigon! 

 

Ash: REGALE FORCE TO DEBRA CAIN!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Debra Cain is eliminated by Regalia Devi! (1)

 

Ash: Rosie and Diana have been just not letting up on each other but Rosie wants to end it, Code Red by Rosie, Diana takes the bump but rolls into a small package-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Rosie Redmond is eliminated by Diana DeLion! (1)

 

Ash: Diana gets Rosie out, to her feet and Holly Jolly waiting for her with a chop.

 

Valerie: Kolossus with an atomic drop to Regina Devi. Back suplex by Lisbeth LeMon to Alessia Romano, going for the bridge pin but Romano rolls back and out of the predicament. Evan Mac jumps up and back cracker to Kolossus, scoops the legs for a forward cradle, Kolossus pushes him away easily. 

 

Marcus: Niamh with a quick jab to Leshy, I think you can see on her face she immediately regrets that, DX meanwhile with the bodyslam to Blumenthal. Gokstad with a snap powerslam to Chef Brad Barker, the cover-

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Oh, dude's got the shoulder up. 

 

Ash: Diaz with a high knee shot to Tee Jax. Handy Manny with a snap suplex to Chad Radman who rolls out before a count can be had. Holly Jolly with a low dropkick to Titan, trying to cut her down a little bit.

 

Valerie: Evan Mac has Myrrhdrr up over his shoulder, Canadian Backbreaker submission! Caveman Conquest... and I hate everything about this, but it is effective. She is clearly struggling, but fighting to hold firm. Aoife gets Regina in bomb position and lets out a scream... up and Double Rotation Blue Thunder!!! Banshee Bomb!! 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Valerie: Rogue Irish Whip accidentally sends Alfos to trample the pin! Alfos trips off it and into a Uranage by Lumber Jack! Magnus with a Belly to Belly on Mac and hooks the leg-

 

Jenny: ONE! 

 

Valerie: Kick up at one by Mac. 

 

Marcus: Leshy with a bend-down backbreaker to Rider, oh bit of an arrogant one hand pin-

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Marcus: Got the 2 and a half on him, but he smacks her face on his way up. Guess he didn't take to being disrespected well but that ain't the way to let it out. Gokstad with a Full Nelson Suplex to Niamh, going for the pin-Niamh grabs his legs and back-roll cradle! 

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Gokstad is eliminated by Niamh McNeery! (1)

 

Marcus: Fun little factoid, McNeerys are the first team to have two separate members notching points in this match. Still no more than one member eliminated from any team though. Noel the First gets dropped by the D-Fanged! 

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Noel the First is eliminated by Devastating Tessa Fang! (1)

 

Marcus: With that, Holly Jolly is the last one standing for Christmas All Year! Black Saber with a backbreaker to Super Bernie Plum. Leshy one hand tosses Jessie Graff against the cell OH but turns around right into the end of the 100-Yard Dash!! Tries to pin her, but she pushes him off easily. 

 

Ash: Dash could have been the first to get 2 falls, but Luis Diaz looking for that honor, huracanrana to Handy Manny and the pin-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Ash: Manny kicks out, Luis is also denied. Titan with a backhand to DeLion. Luis Diaz with the Kinshasa on Bianca Diaz! It's Diaz on Diaz violence! Luis going for the pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Bianca Diaz is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (2)

 

Ash: Luis Diaz would not be denied that second fall long. Chad Radman gets an Asai Moonsault on Handy Manny! Titan gets Corrigan by the legs and whips him against the wall, then returns her attention to DeLion with another backhand. 

 

Valerie: Regina pokes the eyes of Keyes. Keyes grabs his face, Mac attempts to take advantage but Alfos intercepts him and lifts him up in a German, Keyes lets go of his eyes and clothesline to Mac!! They both go for the pin but they're arguing about who's going to make the cover and Mac gets up. Lisbeth LeMon holding Regina up.... stalling brainbuster hold.... she might be checking the peaks, down into the Spinning Tombstone! LeMon Meringue!! Going for the pin, oh no Regina reverses!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Lisbeth LeMon is eliminated by Regina Devi! (1)

 

Marcus: Martigon with a forearm shot to Leshy. Bernie Plum with a Powerbomb to Jessie Graff and going for a pin, but Graff. Leshy goes for a boot to Black Saber, but he catches the boot and Saito Suplex! 

 

Ash: Neckbreaker by Bill C. Tithe to Chad Radman, then he keeps it going and a running DDT to DeLion, but Holly Jolly puts a stop to his momentum with a jawbreaker! 

 

Valerie: Woods runs through Romano with a clothesline, oh Drakkar's got Regina in an Anchor Lock!! REGINA TAPS! REGINA TAPS!

 

Regina Devi is eliminated by Drakkar! (1)

 

Valerie: Gonna be hard to walk the plank after a leglock like that. Myrrhdrr with a huge Olympic Suplex to Aoife. 

 

Marcus: DX Royal is the last one to get a pin for his team and he just lost a team member, so he's hoping he can get on the board, half-nelson suplex to Dash and going for the pin-

 

Danny: ONE! T-

 

Marcus: Dash rolls himself back around, manipulates for a slide pin- OH NO DX REVERSES BACK! 

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Dash kicks out and immediately begins running, blasting back and forth, picking up speed and BOOM 100 Yard Dash to Leshy- 

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

Leshy is eliminated by Dashiel Collins! (2)

 

Marcus: Knee shot to DX courtesy of Brad Barker.

 

Ash: The Vibes Chad Radman lifts Goldi on his shoulders, GTS and into an STO! He calls this combo the GVO or Good Vibes Only! Going for the cover-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Ash: She kicks! Knarr knocks Bill C. Tithe in the face with a back elbow. Luis tries to yank Goldi up but she gut punches him.

 

Valerie: Platinum with a smash to the face of Evan Mac with her steel skull! Yianna Yellowstone whips Alessia Romano off the ropes and tilt-a-whirl gutbuster! Yellow Belly!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Alessia kicks out! Mac rolls up Hermes Thompson...but he kicks out easy.

 

Marcus: Brad Barker now with the roll up to Fang, but she kicks out... oh but Barker gets her right up into an Electric Chair Suplex! Frankie Sensual with a headscissors lock to Kendra, oh my. She's lucky Queen Platinum isn't down here. Oh, she's twisting Kendra's neck every which way.... Kendra trying to fight to the ropes, she pulls her back using just her legs-Kendra taps! She made Kendra submit!

 

Kendra Mayne is eliminated by Frankie Sensual! (1)

 

Ash: Titan with a chop to Goldi, she blocks the arm, and kicks Titan in the ribs. GVO to DeLion!! The cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

Diana DeLion is eliminated by The Vibes Chad Radman! (1) Gold Standards are out!

 

Ash: That's the first team fully out! And Radman turns right into Will Corrigan's fist. 

 

Valerie: Elbow smash from Woods to Mac. Kolossus holds Alfos up by the neck like a Gladiator Shield, lets him go and clotheslines him in the mid air! Kolosseum!! 

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Valerie: ALFOS REVERSES!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Kolossus is eliminated by Alfos! (1)

 

Valerie: He's clearly dazed but he managed to save himself on this. Hermes with a quick chop combo to Woods as I pass it on down.

 

Marcus: Barker may not even realize it but he's avenging his partner in a sense with a tilt-a-whirl side slam to Dash, but Dash too quick to his feet to get covered. Martigon ducks Plum's clothesline and Russian Leg Sweep, to his feet and eats the End Times Neckbreaker from Storm Rider! Rider with the cover...

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Martigon gets the shoulder up, he's not done yet. 

 

Ash: KNARR LEAPS DOWN WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE TO REGALIA AND HOLLY JOLLY! DOUBLE PIN...NO HOLLY ROLLS AWAY AND JUST REGALIA IS IN THE HOT SEAT...

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Regalia Devi is eliminated by Knarr! (1)

 

Ash: And Diaz with a chop to Radman. 

 

Valerie: Woods with a Samoan Drop to Myrrhdrr. Platinum tries to slap him on his way up but Woods blocks and a chop to her chest. Keyes donks the heads of Mac and Yellowstone together.

 

Marcus: Graff with a huracanrana to Blumenthal. Blumenthal kips up and big Pele Kick to Martigon. Storm Rider with a springboard to Saber. 

 

Ash: Destiny Thien hits the SOS, or the Freewheel, on Chad Radman! The pin-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Ash: Chad shoulders out. Diaz with a pair of kicks to Titan, who is the last one standing for her team, then gives the same treatment to Tee Jax. 

 

Valerie: Drakkar gets the Anchor Lock on Yianna Yellowstone, but she is able to power to the ropes fairly easily. Drakkar lets go, Keyes with a snap German Suplex. Drakkar trying to get that Anchor Lock back on her, Yianna to her feet, Irish whip to him and catches him into the Yellow Belly!! 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: He reverses-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Yianna Yellowstone is eliminated by Drakkar! (2)

 

Valerie: They really put the screws to Yianna, and eventually got the job done. We've now got a third of our fighters eliminated, only one team completely wiped and that's Gold Standards; meanwhile Nuclear War Order, the Manosphere, Naughty List, DTF, and Backyard Surfers are still fully stacked.

 

Marcus: Barker with a swing on Fang, Fang catches his arm and high kick. Barker going to try his luck with Black Saber, gets him in a Torture Rack and Rib Breaker! Rack o' Ribs!! Going for the pin-

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Marcus: He shoulders up!! Barker shrugs it off and ripcord shoulder block to Collins. 

 

Ash: Knarr with a forearm blast to Thien. Corrigan going for the boot to Goldi, she slides under and low blow! Holly Jolly springboard into a sling blade on Handy Manny!

 

Valerie: Hermes with a Moonsault to pin both Aoife and Platinum! No, Platinum will make a quick escape but Aoife is stuck-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Aoife barely kicks. Lumber Jack runs for a clothesline at Evan Mac, Evan ducks and with the low gravity scoops him up, up for the Caveman Conquest! Struggle on his face, OH but he slides down into a roll-up pin-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Evan Mac is eliminated by Lumber Jack Woods! (2)

 

Valerie: Myrrhdrr with a quick chop on Aoife as we pass it along.

 

Marcus: Niamh from the top corner of the cell, some Spider-Man stuff.... DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT ON VINCENT AMOS POORE AND STORM RIDER!!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Vincent Amos Poore and Storm Rider are eliminated by Niamh McNeery! (2/3)

 

Marcus: This leaves Bill C. Tithe and Alfos as the last men standing for their respective teams. Niamh continuing on her rampage.... taking Blumenthal to the top rope, and NIAMH-IL EYE!

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Blumenthal gets her leg on the ropes and breaks the count. Martigon with a throat punch to Saber, as I pass it off.

 

Ash: Thien with an enzuigiri to Handy Manny. Luis Diaz and Knarr each kick out a leg of Titan, cross run on the ropes, double superkick! The pin-WAIT LUIS ROLLS KNARR OVER TOO!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Knarr and Titan are eliminated by Luis Diaz! (3/4) Largess is out!

 

Ash: Amazingly played by Luis, only the second team fully knocked out now and he now has the highest kill count. He gets up, continues his attack with a quick punch to Tee Jax. 

 

Valerie: Magnus rolling up Myrrhdrr -

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Myrrhdrr is eliminated by Magnus! (1)

 

Valerie: Aoife eats a snap DDT courtesy of Alfos. Romano with a powerslam to Hermes Thompson, going for the pin-THOMPSON REVERSES!

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Valerie: Alessia Romano kicks as we go to the lower level. 

 

Marcus: Tornado DDT from Fang to Plum. Blumenthal going for the slam to Collins, Collins blocks and quick shot. Blumenthal escapes to the ropes and a run along the top.... Black Saber locking up with DX Royal, Frankie Sensual tries to dive in and get them both OH they catch her BLUMENTHAL MOONSAULTS ALL 3 DOWN!

 

Ash: Luis blasts Tee Jax with that Kinshasa! Covering-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Tee Jax is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (5)

 

Ash: Luis Diaz is just an ASSASSIN! And that leaves just Jessie Graff to fight for Warrior Strong. Diaz keeps going with a knee shot to Tithe. Corrigan blasts Goldi with a headbutt as I pass it down. 

 

Valerie: Drakkar blasts Magnus with a Samoan Drop! Gets up and eats a slap by Temptress, but she gets spun around and DDT by Aoife. 

 

Marcus: Plum smashes Blumenthal across the face with a plunger, that's nasty. Barker with a crucifix driver on Martigon, hoping to finally put a dent in this team, but Martigon doesn't even give him a 1 before kicking. Blumenthal going for the huracanrana on Sensual, but Sensual's gonna catch her out and the little hip shimmy before spinning her down into a Facebuster! She calls that The G-Spot, and she's gonna try for a pin but Blumenthal barely manages to get the shoulder up.

 

Ash: Handy Manny's got Radman's arms and he's going up.... HAND ME DOWN! 

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Ash: RADMAN KICKS! HOW! AND NOW PLUM TASTES THE GVO! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Handy Manny is eliminated by The Vibes Chad Radman! (2)

 

Ash: Chad is definitely feeling it in his arms, but he was able to get some revenge there. CORRIGAN WITH THE ROLL-UP TO GOLDI!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Goldi is eliminated by Will Corrigan! (1)

 

Ash: We are now HALFWAY THROUGH the combatants in this match, and we still have 4 teams fully stocked, and only 2 teams fully wiped. 

 

Valerie: Which means a lot of teams are down to their last player, and we're gonna see some house cleaning soon. Temptress locks the Tempt-8-Shin, a version of the Figure 8 but with pressure applied pushing the shins in, on Platinum! Queen Platinum taps and that'll do it for Sex Appeal!! 

 

Queen Platinum is eliminated by Temptress Francine D'Amato! (1) Sex Appeal is out!

 

Valerie: Temptress gets up and immediately knocked right down from Magnus's boot. Drakkar gets Woods in the Anchor Lock! Woods taps! 

 

Lumber Jack Woods is eliminated by Drakkar! (3)

 

Valerie: Magnus splashes down on Drakkar before he can get up!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Drakkar is eliminated by Magnus! (2) Sea Raiders are out!

 

Valerie: What a load of chaos! I love it! And Aoife with a quick kick to Hermes as I pass it down.

 

Marcus: Barker with a side slam on Plum. Martigon absolutely unload on Sensual in the corner with a series of punches, Barker sees DX on the turnbuckle, quick jump up to the middle rope and German Suplex into a roll-up pin! BRADATOUILLE! OH MAN DX REVERSES!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Chef Brad Barker is eliminated by DX Royal! (1)

 

Marcus: And that would have been the end of the Devil's Regents, but DX manages to squeak the fall! 

 

Ash: Thien with a spin kick to Tithe's head. Tithe staggers forward and right into the waiting arms of Corrigan, who blasts him with an Exploder Suplex. Jolly hits Radman with a chop.

 

Valerie: Thompson with a somersault dropkick to Aoife. He tries to keep it going with a spinkick to Alessia, she grabs his leg and flips him away, and gets her own knife edge chop on Aoife.

 

Marcus: Frankie gets the Achilles Lock on Martigon, and look at that elevation! That's some Sensual Heeling! Martigon struggling, trying to fight her off, trying to get himself to the ropes, she pulls him back, he attempts to kick at her head, but twisting himself is just making the pain worse! He taps!

 

Matt Martigon is eliminated by Frankie Sensual! (2)

 

Marcus: Anti-System and DTF now the only teams left that are full. DX locks the modified Kimura on Niamh and she's fading fast, DXR Clutch is gonna take her right out as she taps. 

 

Niamh McNeery is eliminated by DX Royal! (2)

 

Marcus: Half of the teams are down to 1 member now! Blumenthal with a knee shot to Fang as I pass it along.

 

Ash: GVO to Tithe!! This could be our fourth team out!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Bill C. Tithe is eliminated by The Vibes Chad Radman! (3) The Manosphere is out!

 

Ash: Top level down to the last 5. Oh that might change again! Luis Diaz with the Kinshasa to Holly Jolly!! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! 

 

Ash: Holly reverses!! But Luis reverses right back!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Holly Jolly is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (6) CAY is out!

 

Ash: Freewheel to Corrigan!! Thien attempts to cover, but Corrigan gets to the ropes.

 

Valerie: Alessia with the Military F-5 to D'Amato!! 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: D'Amato reverses the rollup! But Alessia reverses it right back. 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Temptress Francine D'Amato is eliminated by Alessia Romano! (1)

 

Valerie: Alessia's pin means Anti-System is the last team to be full! Hermes Thompson with a fallaway moonsault slam to Aoife! 

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Aoife McNeery is eliminated by Hermes Thompson! (1) The Fighting McNeerys are out!

 

Valerie: Quick punch to Alessia Romano. 

 

Marcus: Brianna with a Super Blum Avalanche Powerbomb to Dash!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO!

 

Marcus: Dash kicks, and snap suplex to Frankie.

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Brianna with a double DDT to DX and Frankie.

 

Ash: Corrigan with a lariat to Thien, Thien ducks, twist of the arm and judo flip. Radman going for the GVO on Diaz, Diaz slides down and Naked Choke!! OH but Radman able to fight his way out just barely. Switching dance partners, Diaz blocks Thien's punch and snap kick to her head, GVO to Corrigan! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Will Corrigan is eliminated by The Vibes Chad Radman! (4)

 

Ash: Down to the final 3! One of these will be going to another level. Diaz with a snap suplex to Thien, she rolls away.

 

Valerie: Keyes with a forearm shot to Alfos, Alfos spins around and a roundhouse kick across the face to Magnus, Magnus turns around IRON FIST CHOKESLAM TO HERMES! And the pin-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Hermes Thompson is eliminated by Magnus! (3)

 

Valerie: Magnus with a face punch to Alessia, Alfos suplex to Keyes but Keyes rolls out before the pin.

 

Marcus: Jessie Graff springboarding and Wonderwheel Kick to Black Saber!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Black Saber is eliminated by Jessie Graff! (1)

 

Marcus: There are now no more teams that are fully formed. She gives a look to Dash, Dash taking his runs, Frankie Sensual is looking concerned and she should be, Dash spears her into Jessie's Wonderwheel Kick! Double pin-NO! JESSIE POKES DASH IN THE EYES AND ROLLS HIM ON TOP! SHE'S TAKING BOTH PINS FOR HERSELF!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Dashiel Collins and Frankie Sensual are eliiminated by Jessie Graff! (2/3) Aerodynamos and Naughty List are out!

 

Marcus: Jessie looking proud of herself KISS OF DEATH CUTTER BY DX ROYAL! He goes for the cover but she gets her foot on the ropes before one and uses the ropes to get a pin attempt of her own.

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Marcus: DX rolls her back into a cradle pin-

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Jessie Graff is eliminated by DX Royal! (3) Warrior Strong is out!

 

Ash: We are down to the final 11, and it's small enough now that we can all come together to speak on what happens next. 

 

Marcus: It'll be good to see the rest of the action, that's for sure. GVO to Luis and he rolls him up, OH snap Luis reverses!

 

Ash: Luis has been an absolute killer. 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

The Vibes Chad Radman is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (7) Backyard Surfers are out!

 

Valerie: The top level is down to just two! Gonna be either Luis or Destiny coming to get involved in a different space. Thien with a big chop to Luis. Luis grabs her by the arm and locks in a Kimura! THIEN TAPS!

 

Ash: LUIS DIAZ WINS THE TOP CHAMBER!

 

Freewheelin' Destiny Thien is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (8) Luis Diaz is the winner of the Top Level!

 

Marcus: Luis has his choice of helping his partner or separating their conquests, he chooses to join Alessia in the middle. 

 

Valerie: Magnus clubs Alfos with an overhead blow. Alfos and Magnus confer, Alfos turns around and One Bang to Alessia! Magnus holds Luis back as Alfos covers-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Alessia Romano is eliminated by Alfos! (2)

 

Valerie: Luis is PISSED and takes it out on... Allen the Wrench Keyes... with a Black Mass kick, while Alfos thanks Magnus with a punch. Luis with the pin-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Allen the Wrench Keyes is eliminated by Luis Diaz! (9)

 

Ash: This means the last 7 teams are down to their final people, and Magnus double clothesline to Alfos and Diaz. 

 

Marcus: Down below, Plum with a knee shot to the face of Fang, DX HITS BLUMENTHAL WITH THE KISS OF DEATH CUTTER!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Brianna Blumenthal is eliminated by DX Royal! (4) The Primaries are out!

 

Valerie: DX up and single leg dropkick to Plum, Plum staggers back but runs Fang and DX together. Up in the middle, Magnus looking to end Luis Diaz's reign of terror, IRON FIST CHOKESLAM! Going for the pin-Alfos broke up the pin.

 

Ash: That was a spite move. Diaz thanks Alfos with a jawbreaker, Magnus Iron Fist Chokeslam! Going for the pin. Diaz flips it!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Magnus is eliminated by Alfos! (3) Nuclear War Order is out!

 

Marcus: Luis chop to Alfos. DX with Kiss of Death to Fang! 

 

Danny: ONE! TWO THREE!

 

Devastating Tessa Fang is eliminated by DX Royal! (5) DTF is out!

 

Ash: Bernie Plum eats a Kiss of Death!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Marcus: DX ROYAL WINS THE BOTTOM!

 

Super Bernie Plum is eliminated by DX Royal! (6) Old Hands are out! DX Royal is the winner of the Bottom Level!

 

Valerie: DX to the top, Alfos rushing him, DX ducks and lifts to a Samoan Drop!

 

Jenny: ONE!

 

Marcus: Alfos kicks, DX to his feet, Luis catches him with Black Mass!! Going for the pin REVERSAL!!

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Luis Diaz is eliminated by DX Royal! (7) Anti-System is out!

 

Ash: Alfos eats the Samoan Drop! Going to the pin, Alfos kicks, DOCKYARD DROP! Going for a pin, DX kicks out, knee shot to Alfos. DX locks in the Kimura, Alfos taps!!! DX GETS THE WIN!!!

 

Alfos is eliminated by DX Royal! (8) DX ROYAL WINS THE EVENT!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners.... the Devil's Regents!!! Regina and Regalia Devi and DX Royal!!

 

Ash: DX Royal has had a bit of a dry spell, so the fact that he and his two consorts have punched their ticket to Fallout for the Trios Title has got to feel like a huge relief. 

 

Marcus: I gotta admit that those two women, man, their fight game was legit. 

 

Valerie: Well, the cells have been summarily removed, so we're already ready to move on to the next three women to fight, with the former MAMA ladies in the Flagpole Match up next!

 

 

Sheri: The following is a Flagpole Match! The winner is the one who is able to pull the American Flag from the Flagpole, and will be given a shot at the United States Title at Fallout!

 

 

The lights go completely green with brown columns of light coming down. Stephanie Sherwood jumps down as if jumping out of the tree. 

 

 

Sheri: First! From Independence, Missouri, STEPHANIE SHERWOOD! 

 

Stephanie hi-fives everyone as she walks down the ramp.

 

Valerie: She's already pandering to the fans.

 

Marcus: Well, they're eating it up.

 

She backflips into the ring.

 

 

"US Rae"  on the screen begins stretching out to "Unsavory Raelyn Sperry" at the speed of the crescendo. When the drums and guitar proper kick in, she walks out mean mugging, with fireworks in the shape of a frown behind her.

 

 

Sheri: Her opponents! First! Representing Zora Luthor International and its subsidiary VIP, from Chicago, Illinois, UNSAVORY RAELYN SPERRY!

 

Ash: She was linked to ZLI as a bodyguard through White Elephant, and ended up being the first thread that ultimately unraveled MAMA.

 

She walks down the ramp holding out her middle fingers and duck facing at the audience. She smacks her butt on the apron and then steps in.

 

 

The Titan Tron reads "₵HEYENNE" with coins dropping like bombs on reservations, them turning into condos when they land. Cheyenne walks out in a full business suit, holding the lapels of her suit jacket.

 

 

Sheri: And finally! From Cheyenne, Wyoming, the Chief Corruption Officer, CHEYENNE! 

 

Cheyenne walks to the ring with arrogance and purpose. 

 

Marcus: Cheyenne will never live down that she, like Paulina Clark, sold her family's land to developers.

 

Valerie: From her high rise, I don't think she cares much. 

 

Cheyenne brushes her feet on the apron and steps into the ring, the boos raining down. 

 

Ash: Canada has been somewhat kinder to Indigenous folk than the US has, but there's still a lot of guilt for them to contend with, so the reception to Cheyenne who explicitly sold the tribal people out is particularly frosty.

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: These three have had limited experience being in a unit, but it still comes with some innate understanding of each others' workings. Sherwood first to lock up with Cheyenne, Raelyn with a kick to Sherwood's back leg and Cheyenne with a suplex. Raelyn and Cheyenne each grabbing a leg, it's almost like the team never ended as they pair up on a wheelbarrow back suplex! 

 

Marcus: This teamwork can only go so far, eventually one of them will need to win this.

 

Ash: Sherwood rolls to her feet, ducks Sperry's spin kick, run right into the arms of Cheyenne and Cheyenne with a scoop slam. Cheyenne spreading Sherwood's legs, Sperry in with a double leg drop to the sensitive spots! With that angle it doubles as a senton to the ribs! 

 

Valerie: That is good body usage right there. This is why she's been in the business this long. 

 

Ash: Cheyenne lifting Sherwood up, Sperry going for a dropkick, Sherwood evades with a split and Cheyenne eats the dropkick! 

 

Marcus: That gymnast background coming in real handy here, OH SNAP and she gets on her hands and a spin to sweep Sperry off her feet! Backflip to her own feet, into a Superkick on Cheyenne! One to Sperry! Backflip over Cheyenne's sweep, shotgun dropkick! Backflip again and gets herself to the top rope, taking a walk AND HANDS PULL THE ROPE DOWN! 

 

 

Valerie: LAS LUJOSAS! THE FORMER LOTTIE AXO AND LUCHADORA ARE HERE AND THEY JUST FACEPLANTED SHERWOOD! Sperry had ZLI's back and now they got hers! Lux beating the hell out of Sherwood! LoXo clawing at the eyes of Cheyenne! Open door for Sperry! She's gonna take it, here she goes to the flagpole. And this was an easy win, done ZLI style.

 

Marcus: You mean stolen.

 

Unsavory Raelyn Sperry wins!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, UNSAVORY RAELYN SPERRY!

 

Ash: There is now a 2 in 3 chance that ZLI will leave Fallout with the US Title. Sex Appeal's Sharp fights her longtime rival JP Spears later on tonight. 

 

Valerie: I like those odds.

 

Marcus: They're not gonna take you on.

 

Valerie: Precedent says otherwise. 

 

Ash: Well, Sex Appeal has someone stepping in momentarily, looking to get a bit of the ol' revenge for what she considers the reason she didn't survive in XHW vs MAWL Tag Gauntlet. 

 

Marcus: It was because she ran her damn mouth and wasted time. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

 

The word Blazen fills the titantron in a Samoan style as Le Manu by Shepherds Reign blasts on the PA. Once the Instrumentals kick in, Blazen jogs out to the top of the ramp, eyes focused on the ring.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From Waimalu, Hawaii, weighing in at 245 pounds, BLAAAAZEN!

 

Valerie: Are these people cheering for him? Traitors!

 

He gets into a traditional Lua combat stance, crouched low to the ground as he makes his way down the ramp in rhythm to the music. As he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron, grabbing onto the middle rope, and launches himself through the ropes rolling onto one knee and raises his arms up in an X.

 

 

The radio dial opening shows a static on the screen. The lights go red with plumes of darker red smoke shooting on either side of the door in a diagonal towards the entrance. Daria steps on the apron and inhales some of the fog before blowing it back into a camera and planting a lipstick kiss on the camera.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! Representing Zora Luthor International and its subsidiary Sex Appeal, from North Star, Delaware, the Devil's Darling, DARIA DONNER! 

 

Daria walks down, reapplying her lipstick, unbothered by the crowd. As she puts the compact away, she puckers at the audience and flips them off before jumping into the ring to a parade of boos.

 

She stares down Blazen with a "You're kidding right?" expression on her face. The bell rings and he charges her, dropkicking her right into the corner. 

 

Marcus: Daria said you're serious? And Blazen said yep. 

 

Ash: Blazen traps Daria in the corner and running back, dropkick number two and immediately into a series of knee shots keeping Daria down, handspring dropkick NO Daria flattens herself and Blazen wishboned on the turnbuckle post, Daria going for the Figure 4 around the pole! 

 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Marcus: Daria breaks the hold-

 

Valerie: See? She's a rule follower.

 

Marcus: -but she grabs his legs and slams him crotch first into the pole! That's pretty much on brand.

 

Ash: Up to the top turnbuckle, mushroom stomp to Blazen. Daria pulls him back and pulls him up for a backbreaker. Going for the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Ash: Shoulders up, Daria keeping on him with an armbar, Blazen flips to his feet and huracanrana, Daria dropped down and Blazen keeps it going with a series of Yes Kicks, and looking to lock in the Cross Road, Daria fighting to her feet before the hold takes, clear struggle but she manages to run him into the buckles and back suplex, going for the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Marcus: Alright! Getting the shoulder up!

 

Valerie: Just delaying the inevitable.

 

Marcus: Not sure, he's able to get to his feet quickly, drop toe hold, standing jump elbow. Daria holds him down and Rear Naked Choke, come on man!

 

Valerie: Like I said. Inevitable. That's what happens when you don't get up immediately, and Blazen is paying for the amateur hour move. 

 

Ash: He's trying to roll to the ropes, she pulls him back to the center, Blazen trying to fight her off, able to elbow her in the throat, running back-

 

 

Marcus: Wait, is that Amelia Vought?? She a ZLI full-timer now?

 

Valerie: Looks like she dropped the Vought, and the deadweight sister that went along with it, she's arguing with Lindy...

 

 

Ash: ODESSA WARREN STOPS BLAZEN'S RUN WITH A CHAIR TO HIS BACK! SEX APPEAL'S GOT TWO NEW WOMEN, AND THEY'RE MAKING THEMSELVES KNOWN RIGHT HERE! BLAZEN STAGGERING FORWARD INTO DARIA'S ARMS... 5D!!!

 

Marcus: Of course! Of course this is happening to Blazen. And of course Amelia decides she's satisfied, Lindy's attention returned back to the ring-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Daria Donner wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, DARIA DONNER!

 

Ash: Daria celebrating with her two new friends like she earned this fall.

 

Valerie: What?? She did!

 

 

Ash: Clearly the Rippers disagree! Out from the crowd and just laying fists on Daria, Amelia, Odessa, Amelia tossed out of the ring and Daria and Odessa are eating the wrath of the Rippers! Both Irish Whipped off the ropes, and a trading dance partners double dropkick! Daria and Odessa blasted backwards and-

 

 

DA: Now if y'all are gonna fight, we're gonna make it official. Rippers, Daria and Odessa, get in tag positions. 

 

The crowd cheers. 

 

DA: Since this was unexpected, Lindy stay put to do this match. And Jackie, since you don't have an Inferno Title Match already scheduled tonight due to some oversight for which someone will be sacked... whoever gets the pin on either side will become the Inferno Champion!

 

The crowd loses their mind. 

 

 

The bell rings! 

 

Ash: Now this will be the second person whose lost their job due to an Inferno Title mishap, if you remember going into Heart Condition the graphic for the DOH Gauntlet wrongly included the Inferno Title that SM had lost to Jackie just a week prior. But more to the point, this is an awkward situation for all involved because there is the base benefit of teamwork but there is some benefit to being the one who makes the actual fall, and the teams will have to balance their team goals with their individual ones. 

 

Marcus: DA Jones seems to be choosing violence today. 

 

Valerie: I dig it. We've got Jackie and Odessa to start, Jackie ducks Odessa's strike, bobs and waves on the attempted chop combo, judo arm flip and Odessa lands on her back.

 

Marcus: How often does she find herself in this position?

 

Ash: We apologize for Marcus. Odessa rolling back up quickly, slides under a spin kick, back behind Jackie and poison rana sends Jackie tumbling backwards, Jack tags himself in and he goes for a back spin, Odessa slides under and a jump kick, Jack ducks and catches her out, gutbuster! Jack looking to lock in a crossface NO he parlays it into a deadlift sleeper back suplex! Odessa's neck gets wrecked! Odessa rolling back and dropkick to Jack's back pushing him towards the ropes, Jackie tags herself back in and Odessa with a huracanrana! 

 

Marcus: Jackie's not quite used to getting this amount of bumps here, usually she ends things quick, painful, and in her favor. And now with her belt on the line you have to wonder if she's psyching herself out a little. 

 

Valerie: Or maybe we haven't seen a specimen quite like Odessa. Odessa with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors drops Jackie back down and Jack tags himself back in and charging Odessa, she leapfrogs OH he pulls her down midair into an inverted atomic drop! Double underhook and takes her down with a DDT!

 

Marcus: This is that crossroad, does he tag his sis in to help her keep her belt, or does he go for the pin himself? The slight hesitation on this is enough for Odessa to catch him out with a drop toe hold, off the ropes and a basement dropkick, keeps the momentum going and hops up to the top rope, she may be looking for a Playboy Plunge mushroom stomp OH Jackie pulls the rope and she somersaults down! No hesitation this time as Jack rolls her up for the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Ash: Odessa rolls back, back elbow to Jackie to shake her but not completely knock her off the apron, drop toe hold by Jack and Jackie tags herself in, Jack I don't think realized this and tries to roll Odessa up, Lindy however did see it, no count, Jack arguing with Lindy and Jackie and Odessa smashes the Rippers' heads together! Daria reaching out for a tag, Odessa with a barrel roll over to her corner and tag to Daria. Daria scoops Jackie up and going for the Gutwrench Powerbomb!

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Marcus: Jackie reversing the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Valerie: Daria's not gonna get taken down that easy! Daria spinebuster to Jackie, Jack is back to his feet and Hidden Blade to Daria! Jack with a wheelbarrow pick up, Jackie to the back of her head with a double knee driving her face first into the mat! Jackie cradles her into a pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! 

 

Ash: Daria kicks up and kicks Jackie in the chin, twisting neckbreaker! Daria locks in the Last Chancery! Locking in the Delaware Bridge, and Jackie is struggling to get to the ropes! Daria pulling her just far enough away to stop that.

 

Valerie: This could be a twofer for Daria!

 

Marcus: Not so fast, Jack in the ring and he's got his hands up, what's he-

 

Jack: EMBRACE THE UNSTABLE!!

 

Ash: Jack coming down with the Unstable Elbow- DARIA PULLED OUT OF THE WAY! HE LANDS ON JACKIE!

 

 

Ash: SM RESCUES DARIA!!!

 

Marcus: Is this an alliance between DOH and ZLI? Because I hate it.

 

Lindy: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET OUT OF MY ARENA!

 

Valerie: SM and Lindy arguing, Amelia and Odessa with chairs and SMASHED on the heads of the Rippers! They get them up, Double DDT! Odessa covers, Lindy instinctively turns around-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Marcus: Oh! She realizes just in time that Odessa is not the legal fighter! She calls off the count, Jackie and Jack toss the newbies out of the ring, Daria back in and running in behind them with a Double Bulldog NO Jackie and Jack don't come down with her! SM's interference was all for naught! Jack scoops Daria up, hits her with her own 5D!! Jackie with the cover!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Valerie: SM KNEES JACKIE ACROSS THE HEAD AND BREAKS THE PIN! ODESSA TAGS HERSELF IN.... HITS THE HOP FROM THE TOP ON JACKIE!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Odessa wins by Pinfall!

 

Valerie: WHAT A DEBUT!!!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEEEEEEW INFERNO CHAMPION! ODESSA!!!!

 

Marcus: Unbelievable. No, I take that back. I wish it were unbelievable. It's unbelievable THAT it's not unbelievable.

 

Valerie: From Playboy Bunny to attempted Pop Star to Champion, the glow up is REAL, y'all. 

 

Ash: Some of you may be surprised at SM's helping someone ELSE win the belt Jackie took from him, but to shed some light on the situation as well as some other things, we have this clip from earlier.  

 

 

It started with 6 text messages

 

"Lets meet at the HQ"

 

5 Replied.

 

1 person didn't because she is currently kidnapped by Sex Appeal.

 

Anyway, The Deck of Hearts members are sat around the table at the Deck of Hearts Head Quarters

 

Rox Starr

 

Diana Dresden

 

Utterly Vile

 

CON

 

Violent

 

No Jen Teal

 

And No Cole St Pierre because SM HeartBreaker has yet to realise he is a member of Deck of Hearts

 

 

The Five sit around the table as SM HeartBreaker walks into the room. All Five stand up out of their seat as SM HeartBreaker approaches the table. All except one. CON. SM HeartBreaker notices this as he places a box onto the table.
 
SM: Sit down. We have a ton of stuff to talk about.
 
The four sit down as SM HeartBreaker throws down 6 pieces of paper with words on.
 
SM: OK, So after what happened at Heart Condition. I approached each and every single one of you guys about if I should continue as leader of Deck of Hearts. I told you all anonymously to write a name down on a piece of paper and place it in a box, hidden in Venin Gravewater's locker.
 
Viewers around the world are wondering, why SM HeartBreaker picked that location. SM HeartBreaker is about to answer that exact question.
 
SM: No one would ever think to check inside that locker so it is a fantastic place to hide something.
 
It is almost like SM HeartBreaker knows the script. Cheeky reference to Aztec Pro Wrestling there.
 
SM: And I have counted the votes. I am proud to announce that after counting the votes of members of Deck of Hearts only. 
 
The camera zooms in on the pieces of paper, all but one have "Cole St Pierre" written on them.
 
SM: I won by unanimous decision. But I won't celebrate this victory because it isn't a victory, oh no. This is a new era for the Deck of Hearts.
 
CON rolls his eyes as SM HeartBreaker scams his way winning back leadership of the group.
 
SM: A new era triggered by what happened at Heart Condition.
 
SM HeartBreaker places his hand on his heart as he tries to speak genuinely to each member of DOH at the table.
 
SM: Heart Condition opened my eyes. It made me realise what this group is. I have rewatched that match over and over again and I have to say I am proud of each and every single of one of you guys,
 
SM HeartBreaker looks at Diana Dresden
 
SM: You did the most SM HeartBreaker thing I have ever witnessed. I honest to god could not be prouder of what you did.
 
We are unsure on what SM HeartBreaker is referring to. It might be something to do with what she did to Rox Starr
 
SM: Your work as my 2nd in command has been nothing short of elite, I am so proud of you Diana.
 
SM HeartBreaker is dropping proud bombs as he moves on to Rox Starr.
 
SM: Rox. You also showed to everyone that you are a heartbreaker. I am also equally proud of you for what you did at Heart Condition.
 
We can only assume it is definitely the fact Diana and Rox Starr started to fight each other. Why would SM HeartBreaker be proud of that.
 
SM: You may not know Rox Starr. But you showed a HeartBreaker characteristic that people overlook.
 
SM HeartBreaker snaps his fingers.
 
SM: Pop quiz every one. How many tag team belts have I held?
 
CON: 4.
 
SM: Wrong.
 
UV: 2! 4 if you include trios belts
 
SM: Correct UV! 2 belts! and tell me, does anyone know what I did with the belts in my last tag team title reign?
 
Utterly Vile's hand shoots up as SM HeartBreaker points to him.
 
UV: They were vacated after you cut a promo on your tag partner and threw the belts on the ground. SM: Thank you UV. And do you know why? Because I am not a tag team guy.
 
cue SM HeartBreaker being booked in a tag team match later in this show.
 
SM: I don't do, tag belts. I don't do having partners. I betray them.
 
CON: What about George Wilson?
 
SM HeartBreaker stares a hole into CON as he has him in a checkmate.
 
SM: My point is, Rox you didn't do anything that I haven't done myself. You saw your partner as an issue and you dealt with it. The HeartBreaker way. I am proud of you Rox.
 
SM HeartBreaker is sharing the love in the room tonight!
 
SM: Utterly Vile.
 
SM HeartBreaker approaches UV and dabs him up before hitting a secret handshake.
 
SM: You understood the assignment. You beat the meow out of CON.
 
Utterly Vile grins at CON, who has PTSD from every single strike UV rained down on him.
 
SM: You literally beat him up like he was not your stable mate. like he wasn't your brother. Like he wasn't an ally. You just brutalised him for the mission.
 
SM HeartBreaker hugs Utterly Vile.
 
SM: I am soooo proud of you UV.
 
SM HeartBreaker fist bumps Utterly Vile before moving on to Violent.
 
SM: Violent. There isn't a single thing you did at Heart Condition that I haven't done myself. You schemed, you executed plans, you protected your stablemate. You did the right thing when it mattered. I am proud of you.
 
SM HeartBreaker then looks at CON.
 
SM: CON. I am not proud of you yet.
 
An audible gasp can be heard in the room.
 
SM: You won. Thanks to everyone in this room. It is now your turn to make us proud. I won't be proud of you until you execute your plan to bring Jen Teal back into the Deck of Hearts.
 
Everyone looks at SM HeartBreaker in disbelief, especially CON.
 
SM: That is right. You earned it CON so you better have a plan that we will all follow. Including myself. Because it is your moment to shine. This is worth more than any title. This is greater than your victory. This is better than anything in this world. It is time for you to lead us into getting Jen Teal back.
 
CON is being the leader in the rescue of Jen Teal?!
 
CON: I won't let Jen down. I won't let the Deck of Hearts down. I won't let anyone who backed me at Heart Condition down.
 
CON looks at Violent. Violent makes a "heart" symbol using his hands that SM HeartBreaker doesn't notice.
 
SM: Good. That is out of the way. That is mission one. Our ultimate focus. We don't do anything until it is achieved. Next order of business is naming my 2nd in command.
 
Diana Dresden looks confused as SM HeartBreaker walks towards the back of the room and grabs his briefcase and brings it to the table.
 
SM: As a symbol of my commitment to Deck of Hearts and my pride towards each and every single member in this room. I have chosen to be selfless. I have chosen to do something that is best for the group.
 
The appearance of the briefcase has everyone perked up as it does contain a title shot for the holder.
 
SM: My 2nd in command will not only be in charge of this briefcase. They will be over seeing every title match in this group. They will be your absolute point of contact with every title match you have. challenge or defend. Myself included. All plans and schemes involving titles will go through her.
 
SM HeartBreaker drops a "her" which immediately eliminates UV, CON and Violent. Diana Dresden smiles with pride as she knows SM HeartBreaker is talking about her.
 
SM: This briefcase is no longer mine. It is going to be owned by my 2nd in command for her to use whenever she pleases. So I am proud to announce that my right hand girl could only be one person.
 
SM HeartBreaker slides the briefcase across the table. SM: Rox Starr. Violent reacts quickly to stop Diana Dresden jumping over the table and attacking Rox Starr who smiles with pride.
 
SM: Rox Starr has played a massive part in keeping the Aztec Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. The PUC Multiversal Championship. The PUC Sextet Championship. The MAWL Trio Championships all within this group.
 
Yes. At this moment in time, Deck of Hearts do have 11 titles. But no title holder, hence saving Jen Teal is priority.
 
SM: Because there is a bigger picture in all of this. Yes, we need to save Jen. Yes we want to keep the titles we have and expand our portfolio. But there is a more pressing issue.
 
SM HeartBreaker hits the switch and turns the lights off as a projector begins to show XHW symbol in the middle of the table.
 

Diana Dresden beams because she actually has some info that Rox doesn’t, and she’s not afraid to shoot knowing glances about it

 

Diana: Like any good high ranking team member would do, I actually have done opp research on this.

 

She clicks through faces on the screen

 

Diana: XHW’s head - and now Madness co-runner - Eddie Savage Sr. Business man, this is his baby, but now essentially is a wrestler delivery service for which we’re the only client.

 

Cisco, Velvet Voltage, and Diego Rivera. Snuck by early and were allowed in without being vetted, but V2 are their runners and Cisco and Diego are two of their muscles. Diego of course is the brother of reviled nose-breaker Dante.

 

Jared Scythe. Brother to Victoria. He’s only here sometimes but lately it seems like it’s more than necessary, and it doesn’t help that his brother is the Hardcore Champ now. I looked into it, Def is not with them.

 

Yes, we were all there. Everyone looks at her expecting new info.

 

Diana: These are the people that are already here but here’s the line up most don’t know.

 

Unholy Union. Acolyte Lucien, AnthraX, Preacher, Rouge. There’s already some infighting between them and Velvet Voltage so leaving them alone to eat each other rather than giving them a new enemy is probably best.

 

Blue Check Mafia. Ryan Hellcat and Gabby Devine. Influencers. They declared for the rumble, any message we send there will be diluted by throngs of other idiots.

 

Dr McVae and Captain Bizarrick, Castle Defense, haven’t made a ton of impact here. They are off doing other stuff.

 

A bunch of random no names like Blazen and Vicky Flash that’ll be easily dealt with, forget them.

 

Here’s where I think we make our mark.

 

The Hollywood Splashers. Four dudes who look like they SHOULD be nobodies but somehow were finagled into the tag title scene against Dante and Victoria. Much as you don’t care about tag titles, SM, getting into this match would allow you to attack both XHW AND that ass blaster Dante.

 

Rox shoots a look at Miss kiss ass Diana, and leans forward and whispers just enough for only her to hear.

 

Rox: Good work Paulie Walnuts, staying in character to try catch daddies eye... I didn't hear him ask for your opinion so why don't you shut your trap, and try use your ears, and listen.

 

Diana leans in to whisper back, semi-obviously hoping that she’s just overheard without calling obvious attention.

 

Diana: it’s called knowing what your boss wants without them having to say. Maybe if you spent less time being the mole and trying to undermine us and more time actually trying to gauge the needs of the group, you’d be worthy of your new role.

 

SM HeartBreaker begins to clap his hands with sheer sarcasm

 

SM: Great work ladies. Great work. I get it. You two are building hype in the single most watched segment in the business today. You two have a match tonight. A match that will have ZERO Deck of Hearts members interfering.

 

CON smirks as he speaks up

 

CON: Even Cole St Pierre?

 

SM HeartBreaker shoots daggers at CON.

 

SM: Who the meow is Cole St Pierre?!

 

CON laughs as SM HeartBreaker moves on to dressing down the two queens of Deck of Hearts.

 

SM: So I get it. You two are shooting your stuff here. In this secret meeting, which will no doubt be leaked onto the show. Like every single other Deck of Hearts meeting.

 

SM HeartBreaker looks at the 4th wall.

 

SM: But what you guys forget is this is my show. This is my promo. This is my spotlight. I am about to drop all the most memorable lines of this promo right after Violent says something.

 

SM HeartBreaker looks at Violent. Violent looks at SM HeartBreaker. Violent says.

 

Violent: ...

 

SM: Thats what I thought. I appreciate you girls having that winning mentality but here are the facts. This XHW invasion is bigger than us. It is bigger than Deck of Hearts. Essentially, we are relying on Xtreme Society in defending this company.

 

SM HeartBreaker slaps his fist on the table.

 

SM: That is not happening.

 

Attention in the room is back on SM HeartBreaker.

 

SM: XHW has many threats and have been picking up far too many titles for my liking. Hell, they currently have power in this company. I can not accept that. We can not operate the way we plan with them making decisions. Ed Savage Sr is a problem. He has an army and that army has a few generals. Diego Rivera is one.

 

Utterly Vile, out of pure instinct shouts out.

 

UV: Meow Diego Rivera!

 

SM HeartBreaker points at him with approval.

 

SM: meow Yeah thats what I am talking. In the summary Diana gave. You can tell there are far too many friends and family on both sides of the war. I can not trust Dante Rivera to do what he must do to his brother Diego.

 

Important plot point revealed in the XHW Invasion by SM HeartBreaker.

 

SM: Which is why it is my responsiblity to end Diego. Dante is weak and doesn't have the balls to fight his family. I, proved last week I am willing to fight family in even a minor disagreement, right CON?

 

CON smiles and fires finger guns as he reminds SM HeartBreaker who won.

 

SM: Point is. We are fighting a war in which our own side will likely be obstacles in our path. So we have to think outside the box. We need to play outside of the rules of MAWL. We infact need to quit MAWL to save MAWL.

 

An audible gasp can be heard across the room as SM HeartBreaker pulls out a briefcase with his MAWL contracts in. SM HeartBreaker tears up his contract.

 

SM: We are going to tear up our MAWL contracts.

 

UV: But how do we get paid?

 

CON: How does that even work?

 

Violent:... SM: Easy. I spoke to Ralph in Aztec Pro Wrestling. I told him my plan and we came to a deal. With no MAWL contracts, we no longer can be punished or abused by MAWL authority, e.g Ed Savage Senor.

 

SM HeartBreaker literally says the letters E and G.

 

SM: Aztec Pro pays us, as part of the working relationship between the two companies, we also get paid by MAWL for when we appear and we will be appearing on the show ALOT. But we have immunity from XHW's corruption. We get to work outside the law but still be in MAWL to save it.

 

A great plan by SM HeartBreaker, working a loop hole that clearly SM HeartBreaker didn't think of and was told of it by Ezekiel.

 

SM: Also, to add protection. I have formed some alliances with a few stables in MAWL.

 

CON gets a pen and paper out.

 

SM: No injurying any APW wrestlers. Ralph's orders and I am only listening to them because getting paid is important to us. Leave the APW guys alone unless they touch us first.

 

Aztec Pro Wrestlers are off limits.

 

SM: Zora Luthor International are our allies. We have an agreement. A friendship of sort. 100% don't mess with them unless booked in a match or on my orders. Only my orders.

 

SM HeartBreaker looks at Rox Starr and Diana Dresden.

 

SM: Finally, you likely guessed it. Xtreme Society. No longer can we openly antagonise them. No more Meow Dante Rivera. No more trash talking them publicly. We have an uneasy alliance. A means to an end. But...

 

Huge But by SM HeartBreaker

 

SM: We don't trust them. I have no doubt they will mess everything up. Hence it is down to only US to save MAWL. We will not rely on any of the members of Xtreme Society. As far as we know... They are moles inside MAWL.

 

End of SM HeartBreaker's monologue.

 

SM: Any questions before we fade to black?

 

Rox stands up, flips the bird at Diana then gives her a flower face smile.

 

Rox: Yes, I have a question. Now that we know the plan on what to do about XHW, which by the way, I was going to suggest doing something similar, but here we are...

 

Rox glances up their torn up MAWL contracts

 

But, now what are we going to do about Jen? We all saw it right? We all heard it right? As much as I want to go out there and NOT be a mole..."

 

Rox looks at Diana and tilts her head like an older sister telling the now lesser favorite sister that she was wrong of her accuasations, and wants an apology.

 

...And as much as I want to go out and save MAWL...

 

She looks at the contracts again, and shrugs like this is kinda unhinged but will roll with the punches, then looks at Utterly Vile grinning like he's locked in in his own creepily way

 

...And as much as I want to put the little mouthy baby of the family in her place... Actually hold that, we'll come back to that cos she needs to show me some respect, and one of these days, I'm going to have to place you in your place...

 

She looks at Diana again who doesn't give two shits at Rox's attempt to assert dominance. Rox then sees Con smiling through a bruised up face one eye all looking like a berry compote. She reminds herself not to dwell on wanting to fight amongst her own team, and refocus on the more pressing matters, and her initial question.

 

...Ahem, yeah as much as I want, ah, I mean, I want to get Jen back. So what's the plan to get Jen back? And I fully got your back Con.

 

Rox places her hand on Con's shoulder to reassure her words o support. Con winces from the contact, and Rox apologizes and quickly moves her hand away. Diana goes to speak, but Rox hushes her, and sticks her hand over Diana's mouth, and looks at SM Heartbreaker for an answer.

 

SM: That's CON's plan. All him and we execute it week after International Incident

 

CON interrupts and stands up with a briefcase. Lots of briefcases appearing out of nowhere.

 

CON: I actually have the location where Jen is. I actually have a information on Sex Appeal. I too have roles for each and every single member of Deck of Hearts. But most importantly...

 

CON reveals outfits. They are Teal.

 

CON: I have outfits, specially made for our rescue. Jen Teal will be back in Deck of Hearts. Sex Appeal might be allied with Zora Luthor International but not for long. So my plan doesn't break any of SM HeartBreaker orders.

 

Rox helps CON pass out the outfits, and then quickly starts getting undressed right there in the middle of the meeting. She ties her hair back with a teal hair tie, after changing into her new teal outfit, and then spins around.

 

 

Rox: How does it look?

 

Rhetorical question

 

Rox: Yes, I know it looks great thanks. Thanks CON.

 

Rox addresses CON

 

I have something I want to talk to you about later if that's alright.

 

Rox wants to ask if Cole is going to help, but she pauses before asking, knowing the her leader will shoot down her question, so she just sits down in her fresh new look.

 

Diana suits up in her teal gear. In part to support Jen, and in part not to be outdone by Rox

 

 

Before Diana and Rox can get into it again we head back to the arena.

 

 

Ash: So, the tension between Diana and Rox is really boiling, but the teal works well for them I gotta say. 

 

 

Marcus: Yeah, I gotta say that I can understand why SM was like "no teal"... the color would NOT work on him but the rest of them rock it.

 

 

Valerie: I think he'd pull it off real well. Anyway, here we go with the next match right off. Press Start are going to try to get revenge on Le Lutteur for screwing them out of a potential title shot, but that could change right here and now.

 

 

Sheri: The following tag team contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And the winners will be the first contenders for the Signal Tag Titles at Fallout!

 

 

Le Lutteur walk out waving Giant French Flags wearing t-shirts reading "Real France is better."

 

 

Sheri: First! From Paris, France, the tag team of Marion Bartoli and Renaud Lavillenie, LE LUTTEUR! 

 

Ash: Their name actually means "The Wrestler", if they wanted to be more accurate they'd be Les Lutteurs but whatever. 

 

Marcus: Maybe because between both of them they make one competent wrestler. 

 

Valerie: You sir must have a deathwish.

 

Marion and Renaud start to make a beeline for the desk when-

 

 

The lights flash every color of the rainbow in every direction as the video on the ramp plays an 8-bit video of Nicole and Penny going through Pac-Man, Mario, and other video game themed situations. The real Nicole and Penny run down and dual spear Renaud and Marion.

 

 

Sheri: And their opponents! From Toad Suck, Arkansas, Nicole Odeon and Penny R. Cade, PRESS START! 

 

Ash: Props to announcing them anyway, not a lot of people have the wherewithal to keep going in the face of chaos like this, but this match may not even get off the ground at this rate, Nicole and Penny are seeing Virtual Boy Red and just absolutely wrecking Le Lutteur right now, Penny with Marion and Nicole with Renaud and they have them by their singlet straps, they run them into each other! Double Whip into the Steps!! PENNY AND NICOLE EACH PICK UP A STAIR PIECE AND THEY DROP IT ONTO LE LUTTEUR! THE REFS ARE CALLING FOR THE BELL! 

 

Sheri: This match is being declared a No Contest! 

 

The crowd boos, Nicole and Penny continue to stomp out Le Lutteur as they are being separated. 

 

Marcus: I can't really blame them for this, Le Lutteur wiped them out of the Tag Gauntlet earlier this year.

 

Valerie: Yes, but they could have handled this maturely and won correctly, and walked out of here with a title opportunity. Who KNOWS what will happen now.

 

Ash: Well, as we're talking about Blood Feuds, our next match will take that metaphorically and literally. These two men have been coming for each other since MAWL first reformed in its unified state and tonight they'll be fighting in a singles Apothecary Match. This is usually fought as a tag match, so that'll be two peoples' worth of blood that they'll need to draw from each other, but somehow I think they're up to the task.

 

Marcus: And as we have this mess cleared and the scales brought out, we actually have a gameplay clip from MAWL 4 for this very match type.

 

 

Valerie: You can also see in this clip two teams that have become unlockable with the new patch... it's a little glitchy here but the Icicle Twins and the Mighty Mean are set to be fully patched in in the next week or so and we've been promised all the glitches will have been worked out. But the match itself is a hell of a time to play.

 

 

Sheri: The following is an Apothecary Match! The only way to win is to collect enough of your opponent's blood in your gauntlet to tip the scale!

 

 

A colorful lightshow dances across the entrance gate. A generic wrestling video plays on the titan-tron, as Moon makes his way to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! FROM PUNE, INDIA, weighing in at 200 pounds, MOON!

 

Moon walks slowly through the main gate. He then poses on top of the turnbuckle before he heads to the center of the ring.

 

Moon's tall frame and broad shoulders cast an imposing figure. He's dressed in his Royal Moon Prince attire. The lights illuminate the golden trimming on his outfit. A fierce energy seems to emanate from him. His hair is white; and his dark eyes, alight with excitement, have fire in them.

 

Valerie: It's wild that someone with a face like that thinks that being in a brutal match like this is a good idea. Blood Drawn is gonna carve him up like a Jack o Lantern.

 

Marcus: I think we're counting Moon out too early.

 

As Moon enters the ring he removes his royal attire and the crowd in the arena witness his impressive physique. Moon is quite handsome. His toned and tight body make a great first impression. His six pack abs and bulging biceps look very impressive.

 

The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before this theme music begins.

 

 

A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage as Blood Drawn slowly makes his way to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Steelhaven, weighing in at 285 pounds, BLOOD DRAWN!

 

Valerie: You sure about that, Marcus?

 

He stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.

 

They both look at the scales, and the bell rings!

 

Ash: Moon certainly wasting no time blasting Blood Drawn with chops, Blood Drawn grabbing Moon's arm, and spins back around, catches him with the elbow. Spinning in the other direction and gets him with the other elbow, grabbing Moon by the neck with hands and a Double Chokeslam! Moon rolling back to his feet, Blood Drawn with the boot pushes him right back.

 

Valerie: Pretty much how I saw this going, yes. 

 

Marcus: No blood spilled yet. 

 

Ash: Moon pulls himself up in the corner, Blood Drawn running with the cannonball senton and Moon moves just in time! Quickly untying the top buckle, hoping to create an opportunity here, Blood Drawn to his feet, Moon to the apron and gets him by the hair and going to smash his face into the buckle, no, Blood Drawn able to grab the ropes to stop the movement and pulls Moon full force into the pole! 

 

Valerie: Bet Moon wishes he'd brought his sword with him. 

 

Marcus: I hate to say that I agree with that but here we are. Moon staggering, Blood Drawn shoving him backward against the steps! Up to the top ropes, splashes down on Moon on the steps! But again, no blood, so that's not gonna do too much here but Moon is already starting in a bad spot. 

 

Ash: Blood Drawn picks Moon into a package piledriver position over those steps.

 

Valerie: Package Piledriver is good, it makes it that much harder to reverse with a huracanrana. Smart play by Blood Drawn there and FIRST FIRST MOON GOES INTO THOSE STEPS! Bruised but no lacerations! 

 

Marcus: Moon must be willing his blood to stay in! 

 

Ash: Blood Drawn getting a little frustrated, getting into the Fireman's Carry and OH FLOATOVER SNAPMARE BY MOON! He refuses the Descent! Lands on his feet just off the steps, looking under the apron, Blood Drawn gets his leg and pulls him out, oh but Moon comes with a kendo stick, back kick pushes Blood Drawn back and Moon takes the kendo across Blood's face! No blood but Blood Drawn is a little dazed.

 

Valerie: Okay, he's got more fight in him than I expected. 

 

Ash: Moon jumps up and bulldogs Drawn down! Still dryer than Usha Vance on date night, neither man is making this easy. 

 

Marcus: Gotta go shopping again Moon- yes my man! Pull out that chair, oh! He's gonna open up that chair and pulling Blood's head through the back! Going up to the apron, Somersault Senton smashing Blood Drawn's face right into the chair, and oh we've got a little cut on the lip, not gonna get him a lot of blood, but at least he gets started, the vial gets opened and he's gonna get something, waiting a bit though before heading to the goblets and I don't blame him, not quite ready to turn his back on Blood Drawn just yet. Grabbing the front legs of the chair, lifting up and smashing it down! That'll get the blood flowing a little more freely! 

 

Valerie: This is not going at all how I expected. 

 

Marcus: Both of these fighters are championship caliber. 

 

Ash: Grabbing the chair legs again and closes the chair on Blood's neck OH Blood Drawn boots Moon back a little and uses legs of the chair to run and jab Moon in the mouth! There's some blood! Remember, this is about tipping a scale so the more blood your opponent gets the more you have to collect. Blood gets the vial out and moon forced to spit a considerable amount into it oh wait maybe not, he turned his head! Blood Drawn got some but definitely not the full haul! 

 

Valerie: Blood wasted is pointless. 

 

Marcus: Give it up for the dude right here, using his head. 

 

Valerie: Blood Drawn gets the chair off his neck, and full force into the face of Moon! He's going to collect one way or another! And he gets his vial filled, heading over to the goblets and starts the pour, a little movement, not considered to be tipped enough for it to be the ball game, but taking the lead, Moon rushing him, Blood Drawn catches him out and up we go....pop up power NO! He huracanranas him right into the table! WHAT!

 

Ash: Blood Drawn getting a bit more blood in his mouth from hitting the table, Moon grabs both goblets and smashes Blood Drawn in the face with them! Direct transfer to goblet, spills the one with his own blood on Blood Drawn's head, puts them back on the scale and that'll do it!

 

Moon wins!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, MOON!!!

 

Marcus: I TOLD YOU! HE DID IT!

 

Valerie: Fine. But the next match I doubt Manta is gonna take. And in fact, Edomite had this to say earlier.

 

A video cues up on the tron.

 

The camera cuts to the MAWL backdrop. The exact same place where Manta Ray delivered his warning earlier in the night. For several seconds, the frame remains empty. Then Edomite slowly walks into view with an enormous smile stretched across his face.

 

 
He adjusts the sleeves of his jacket, takes a brief look around the area, and finally locks eyes with the camera as though Manta Ray himself is standing behind it.
 
Edomite: It only took me one shot to get some of these flakes triggered. One man gets dropped, one opportunity changes hands, and suddenly every masked hall monitor in MAWL starts crawling out of the ocean to lecture me about honour, respect and the sacred traditions of professional wrestling.
 
Edomite quietly chuckles to himself. He begins pacing in front of the backdrop, his hands clasped behind his back as though he is calmly inspecting the results of an experiment.
 
Edomite: Manta Ray, you stood in this exact spot and spoke about me with such passion. Such anger. Such conviction. You looked straight into this camera and proudly announced that I finally had your attention. Congratulations, Manta. You figured it out. But you made one small mistake...you think you called me out. The truth is far more embarrassing than that. The truth is that I summoned you.
 
His smile slowly disappears. Edomite stops pacing and steps closer to the camera, lowering his voice as his expression becomes unnervingly serious.
 
Edomite: I attacked El Gallawhateverhisnameis Loco, took his place in the Alphabet Gauntlet and waited to see which emotionally fragile idiot would mistake my bait for a moral obligation. Then there you were, right on time, carrying the pride of an entire culture on your shoulders because one sucker got punched in the back. You didn’t expose me, Manta. You exposed yourself.
 
Edomite straightens his jacket and gives a small, dismissive shrug.
 
Edomite: You said you gave me the benefit of the doubt. Why? Who the hell asked you? Who appointed Manta Ray as the moral authority of MAWL? Did management hold an election backstage, or did you put on that mask one morning and decide you were qualified to judge everybody else? You thought maybe I was reckless. You thought maybe I was desperate. You thought ambition got the better of me. Wrong. Nothing got the better of me. I knew exactly what I was doing.
 
He raises one finger, then another, counting each part of the plan with deliberate precision.
 
Edomite: El Weirdo Loco had something I wanted, so I took it. Before the night was over, I had entered the Gauntlet, made my presence impossible to ignore and had men like you dedicating entire speeches to my name. That isn’t recklessness, Manta. That isn’t desperation. That is efficiency.
 
Edomite lowers his hand and shakes his head with an amused smile, almost disappointed by how easily Manta Ray had reacted.
 
Edomite: You said I stole somebody else’s moment like that was supposed to shame me. Yes, I stole it. I ripped it out of his hands and turned it into something people might actually remember. El Loco had an opportunity. I had a plan. You're free to guess which one mattered more.
 
He turns slightly away from the camera and begins walking again, speaking with the confidence of a man explaining something painfully obvious.
 
Edomite: You people have such a childish understanding of this business. You think opportunities are sacred. You think every wrestler patiently waits in line, works hard, shakes the right hands, and kiss ass, then eventually receives a reward because life is fair. That isn’t how wrestling works. That isn’t how power works. And that certainly isn’t how I work. I don’t wait for somebody in an office to decide that I’ve earned my moment. I decide when the moment begins.
 
Edomite suddenly stops. His eyes move directly toward the lens once again, and the crooked smile returns.
 
Edomite: Then you started preaching about the mask. The history. The legacy. The pride of every luchador who came before you. What a wonderful, beautiful speech, Manta! It almost brought a tear to my eye.
 
He mockingly wipes beneath one eye, looks down at his dry fingertip and softly laughs.
 
Edomite: Almost.
 
The humour leaves his face almost instantly. He moves closer to the camera until only his upper body fills the frame.
 
Edomite: You claim your mask represents courage, yet you accuse me of hiding while refusing to show the world your own face. Do you understand the irony, or is that thing cutting off circulation to your brain? You say I hide behind cheap tricks. You hide behind tradition. You wrap yourself in the achievements of dead men because apparently being Manta Ray alone isn’t impressive enough.
 
Edomite tilts his head, studying the camera as though he is examining the mask himself.
 
Edomite: A mask doesn’t make you honourable. It doesn’t make you courageous, and it certainly doesn’t make you dangerous. It only gives you something to lose. So if we wrap all that up...you're just a gimmick hypocrite.
 
He allows the silence to linger for a moment before slowly stepping backward. His smile begins to grow again as though he has just noticed something amusing.
 
Edomite: And then you made your biggest mistake. You turned one attack into a 1400s crusade! You told me that when I disrespected El Weirdo Loco, I disrespected every luchador who ever wore a mask. Do you have any idea what you just handed me?
 
Edomite spreads both arms wide, openly welcoming the responsibility Manta Ray placed upon himself.
 
Edomite: Now I don’t have to humiliate an entire legacy. I only have to humiliate you. You volunteered to carry all that history on your back, which means that when I drive my knee through your skull, every luchador you claim to represent gets to feel the impact with you. You made yourself the symbol, Manta. I’m simply going to make an example out of it.
 
Edomite lowers his arms and begins walking toward the edge of the frame. He stops before leaving, turns back and imitates Manta Ray’s serious delivery with exaggerated intensity.
 
Edomite: Chaos only lasts until the bell rings.
 
He stares blankly into the camera for a second before bursting into laughter. The laughter continues for several moments until he abruptly cuts himself off.
 
Edomite: That may be the dumbest thing anybody has said about me since I arrived. You think the bell protects you? You think once the match begins, everything becomes honest, organised and fair? No, Manta. The bell doesn’t end chaos. The bell locks you inside with it.
 
Edomite approaches the camera again, his voice becoming colder with every word.
 
Edomite: Once that bell rings, I control the pace. I control your emotions. I control where you look, when you strike and how many mistakes you make while desperately trying to prove that you’re better than me. I’ll frustrate you. I’ll embarrass you. I’ll make you angry enough to abandon every principle you just preached about, because all of those principles are just a bunch of lines people made to give themselves a purpose in their worthless lives.
 
He taps the side of his head and smiles.
 
Edomite: And when you finally become reckless, I’ll show everyone that beneath the pride, beneath the legacy and beneath that colourful little security blanket wrapped around your face, you’re just another man I can expose.
 
Edomite remains still for a moment before his smile slowly returns.
 
Edomite: You’re not angry because I disrespected luchadors. You’re angry because I walked into MAWL, fired one warning shot and became more relevant to your career than anything you were doing before I arrived. You needed me, Manta. You needed a villain to make your honour look heroic. You needed my name to give your words weight. Without the Agent of Chaos, you’re just a discount aquarium mascot delivering motivational speeches against a black curtain.
 
Several seconds pass in silence. Edomite lowers his hand and offers a slow mocking nod.
 
Edomite: So thank you. Thank you for proving my point. Thank you for giving me your attention. And thank you for placing the honour of every luchador directly into my hands.
 
Edomite begins walking out of the frame. Just before disappearing completely, he stops with only half of his face still visible. His eyes remain fixed on the camera as his smile fades into something far more sinister.
 
Edomite: You told me to fear the deep waters...
 
He quietly laughs.
 
Edomite: I don’t fear deep waters..
 
The smile returns one final time. 
 
Edomite: I poison them.
 

The arena lights dim.

 

The sound of crashing waves rolls through the building before the first sharp notes of “Olas Eternas” hit the speakers.

 

 

Blue lights sweep across the entranceway.

 

Manta Ray steps through the curtain.

 

 

His full blue-and-black mask catches the light, the design resembling the wings of a manta ray spreading across the top of his head. His blue tights carry flowing ocean patterns, and the small fin-shaped cape behind him moves with every step.

 

He looks young.

 

He looks nervous.

 

But he also looks determined.

 

Ash: MANTA RAY IS HERE! DEVELOPING, STILL SEARCHING FOR HIS PLACE IN THIS BUSINESS—AND TONIGHT, HE HAS TO FACE A MAN WHO WANTS TO TEAR THAT DREAM APART!

 

Marcus: Manta Ray has heart, speed, and an incredible amount of potential. But potential doesn’t mean much when you’re locked inside a No Holds Barred match with Edomite!

 

Manta reaches the ring.

 

He pauses at the steps.

 

His fingers briefly touch the wrist wrap covering the faded postcard hidden beneath it.

 

Then he climbs into the ring.

 

He removes his cape and hands it to the ringside attendant.

 

The arena lights suddenly cut out.

 

A distorted laugh echoes through the speakers.

 

Edomite appears at the entrance.

 

 

He does not rush.

 

He walks slowly, eyes fixed on Manta Ray.

 

There is no smile on his face.

 

Only contempt.

 

Ash: AND HERE COMES EDOMITE! THE SELF-PROCLAIMED BEST IN THE WORLD!

 

Marcus: He entered this business believing hard work and loyalty would earn him success. Then he was betrayed, held back, and forgotten. Now he believes the only thing that matters is manipulation!

 

Edomite reaches the ring.

 

He climbs onto the apron.

 

Manta steps forward.

 

Edomite looks him up and down.

 

Edomite: You’re still a child.

 

Manta says nothing.

 

Edomite steps through the ropes.

 

The referee checks both men.

 

The bell rings.

 

The two men circle.

 

Manta keeps his hands high, moving lightly on his feet.

 

Edomite stands almost completely still.

 

Manta reaches for a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Edomite meets him.

They struggle for position.

Manta slips under Edomite’s arm and takes his back.

Edomite immediately turns and catches him with a side headlock.

 

Manta pushes him toward the ropes.

Edomite shoots him off.

 

Manta ducks beneath a clothesline.

He rebounds.

Edomite catches him with a shoulder block.

Manta hits the canvas.

 

Edomite remains standing.

 

Manta rolls backward and pops back up.

 

Ash: EARLY SPEED FROM MANTA RAY! HE’S NOT GOING TO STAND IN FRONT OF EDOMITE AND TRADE POWER!

 

Manta charges.

Edomite catches him with a hip toss.

Manta lands on his feet.

 

He immediately grabs Edomite’s arm and twists it into an arm drag.

Edomite rolls through.

 

Manta attempts another arm drag.

Edomite blocks it.

 

Edomite drives a knee into Manta’s stomach.

Manta doubles over.

Edomite snaps him down with a quick DDT.

 

Marcus: EDOMITE IS ALREADY SHOWING THE DIFFERENCE IN EXPERIENCE! MANTA IS TRYING TO MAKE THIS A SPEED MATCH, BUT EDOMITE IS CUTTING HIM OFF EVERY TIME!

 

Manta rolls toward the ropes.

Edomite follows.

 

Manta pulls himself up.

 

Edomite grabs his wrist and whips him across the ring.

Manta reverses.

Edomite hits the ropes.

Manta drops low.

Edomite leaps over him.

Manta rises.

Edomite catches him with a running knee to the stomach.

Manta stumbles backward.

Edomite grabs him by the head.

Swinging neckbreaker.

Manta crashes onto the mat.

 

Edomite covers.

 

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

 

Manta kicks out.

 

Ash: FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH! MANTA RAY KICKS OUT!

 

Edomite sits up.

He looks at the referee.

Then at Manta.

He slowly smiles.

 

Edomite: You’re going to make this difficult?

 

Manta pulls himself up.

Edomite swings.

Manta ducks.

 

Manta fires a forearm.

Edomite answers with one of his own.

 

Manta throws another.

Edomite throws another.

 

The exchanges become faster.

 

Manta lands three consecutive forearms.

Edomite absorbs them, then drives a knee into Manta’s ribs.

 

Edomite grabs Manta by the arm.

He whips him toward the corner.

Manta jumps onto the middle rope.

He springs backward with a twisting arm drag.

Edomite is thrown across the ring.

Manta lands on his feet.

 

Ash: MANTA RAY WITH THE ARM DRAG! HE’S STARTING TO FIND HIS RHYTHM!

 

Manta runs toward Edomite.

Edomite rises.

Manta leaps.

Hurricanrana.

Edomite tumbles through the ropes and lands on the floor.

 

Manta immediately hits the opposite ropes.

He launches himself over the top rope.

Edomite catches him in midair.

Edomite drops Manta across his knee with a backbreaker.

 

Ash: BACKBREAKER! EDOMITE CAUGHT HIM!

 

Manta rolls off Edomite’s knee and lands on the floor.

Edomite stands over him.

 

He looks at the ring.

Then at the crowd.

Then back at Manta.

 

He grabs Manta by the head and the upper edge of his mask.

Manta slaps his hand away.

Edomite answers with a brutal forearm.

Manta staggers.

 

Edomite hits another.

Manta drops to one knee.

 

Edomite drives Manta’s face into the ring apron.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

 

Marcus: AND THERE IT IS! EDOMITE HAS DECIDED HE’S DONE WRESTLING!

 

Edomite rolls into the ring.

 

He reaches beneath the bottom rope.

He begins pulling weapons from underneath the ring.

A steel chair.

A kendo stick.

Another kendo stick.

A baseball bat.

A road sign.

A second road sign.

A folded steel sign that reads “NO PARKING.”

He throws them into the ring one after another.

 

Ash: WHAT IS HE DOING?!

 

Edomite pauses.

 

He looks beneath the ring again.

Then he pulls out another road sign.

 

Edomite: You never know when something useful is going to be under here.

 

Valeria: WHY IS THERE A TRAFFIC SIGN UNDER THE RING?!

 

Marcus: I HAVE NO IDEA, VALERIA! BUT EDOMITE LOOKS VERY HAPPY ABOUT IT!

 

Edomite throws the final sign into the ring.

The metal crashes against the canvas.

 

He turns back toward Manta Ray.

Manta is still on the floor near the barricade.

 

Edomite walks toward him.

Manta suddenly drives a forearm into Edomite’s jaw.

Edomite staggers.

 

Manta reaches for one of the kendo sticks lying near the ring.

He grabs it and swings.

Edomite ducks.

The kendo stick smashes against the ring post.

 

Edomite grabs Manta by the head and the side of his mask.

He yanks him upright.

 

Manta tries to strike him again.

Edomite drives a knee into his stomach.

Then he throws him under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Manta slides across the canvas and rolls onto his side.

 

Edomite climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes.

 

The weapons are scattered around them.

The steel chair lies near one corner.

The kendo sticks are crossed near the center.

The road signs are leaning against the ropes.

The baseball bat rests beside the turnbuckles.

 

For a moment, neither man moves.

 

Then Manta reaches for the nearest kendo stick.

Edomite reaches for the steel chair.

They rise at almost the same time.

Manta swings the kendo stick.

Edomite raises the chair.

The stick cracks against the steel.

The impact echoes through the arena.

 

Manta swings again.

Edomite blocks.

 

Edomite swings the chair.

Manta ducks.

The chair smashes against the ropes.

 

Manta drives the kendo stick into Edomite’s ribs.

Edomite doubles over.

Manta strikes his back.

Edomite stumbles forward.

 

Manta swings again.

Edomite turns and catches the stick with both hands.

He yanks it toward himself.

Manta is dragged forward.

 

Edomite drives the edge of the steel chair into Manta’s stomach.

Manta folds over the chair.

Edomite throws the chair aside.

 

He grabs Manta by the head and slams him face-first into one of the road signs leaning against the ropes.

The metal sign bends.

Manta collapses to one knee.

 

Ash: EDOMITE IS USING EVERYTHING! THE CHAIR, THE SIGNS, THE KENDO STICKS—THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT NO HOLDS BARRED MEANS TO HIM!

 

Manta grabs the second road sign.

He rises and swings it horizontally.

Edomite ducks.

The sign smashes against the turnbuckle.

 

Edomite charges.

Manta thrusts the sign forward.

The edge catches Edomite across the chest.

Edomite stumbles backward.

 

Manta follows with another strike.

The road sign crashes against Edomite’s shoulder.

Edomite drops to one knee.

 

Manta raises the sign again.

Edomite catches it.

He pulls it away.

Then he drives his forehead into Manta’s mask.

 

Manta staggers.

 

Edomite grabs the road sign and slams its edge into Manta’s ribs.

Manta drops the weapon.

Edomite throws it across the ring.

 

He grabs the baseball bat.

Manta sees it.

He rolls away just as Edomite swings.

The bat cuts through the air.

It smashes against the corner post.

 

Manta scrambles toward the steel chair.

 

Edomite swings again.

Manta ducks.

The bat strikes the ropes.

 

Manta grabs the chair and drives it into Edomite’s stomach.

Edomite doubles over.

Manta swings the chair into his back.

Edomite drops to one knee.

 

Manta raises the chair again.

Edomite catches it.

The two men struggle over the weapon.

Edomite pulls Manta forward.

Manta’s face strikes the edge of the chair.

He stumbles backward.

 

Edomite drives a boot into his stomach.

He grabs Manta by the head.

DDT.

Manta crashes onto the chair.

 

Ash: DDT ON THE STEEL CHAIR!

 

Edomite covers.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

 

Manta kicks out.

 

Edomite immediately grabs the chair.

Manta rolls away.

Edomite swings.

The chair crashes against the canvas.

 

Manta rises behind him.

He grabs one of the kendo sticks.

He drives it across Edomite’s back.

Edomite drops the chair.

 

Manta strikes him again.

Edomite turns.

 

Manta strikes him across the chest.

Edomite stumbles backward into the ropes.

 

Manta charges.

Edomite catches the kendo stick.

He yanks it from Manta’s hands.

 

Edomite swings.

Manta ducks.

The stick strikes the top rope.

 

Manta grabs Edomite’s wrist.

He pulls him forward.

Edomite crashes face-first into the exposed steel corner.

He recoils.

 

Manta grabs the baseball bat.

He swings it into Edomite’s ribs.

Edomite folds over.

 

Manta raises the bat again.

Edomite catches the barrel.

He drives a kick directly between Manta’s legs.

Manta freezes.

The bat slips from his hands.

 

Ash: LOW BLOW! EDOMITE PLAYS BY NO RULES TONIGHT!

 

Manta staggers backward, clutching himself.

He reaches the ropes and leans against them.

 

Edomite drops the baseball bat.

 

He wipes blood from his forehead.

Then he charges.

 

Clothesline.

The impact lifts Manta off his feet.

But Edomite’s momentum carries him forward as well.

Both men tumble over the top rope.

They crash onto the floor outside the ring.

 

Ash: CLOTHESLINE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

 

Edomite rises first.

He grabs Manta by the wrist.

Irish whip.

Manta is sent crashing into the barricade.

 

Edomite follows.

Manta gets his boot up.

Edomite catches it.

Manta uses the opening to pull Edomite forward.

Edomite’s chest hits the barricade.

 

Manta climbs onto the barricade.

He leaps.

Edomite catches him.

Edomite drives Manta down with a powerslam onto the floor.

 

Marcus: POWERSLAM ON THE FLOOR! MANTA RAY JUST GOT CAUGHT!

 

Edomite grabs Manta and pulls him up.

He throws him over the barricade.

Manta crashes into the front row.

The fans scatter.

 

Edomite climbs over after him.

Manta tries to crawl away.

Edomite grabs him by the ankle.

He drags him backward.

Manta kicks at him.

Edomite catches his leg.

He drives Manta’s knee into the edge of the barricade.

Manta screams.

 

Edomite grabs a nearby fan’s plastic cup.

He looks inside.

Then he takes a sip.

 

Ash: IS HE SERIOUSLY DRINKING A FAN’S BEER?!

 

Edomite looks at the cup.

Then at Manta.

He throws the cup aside.

 

He grabs a glass beer bottle from the fan’s hand.

 

Edomite: Thanks.

 

The fan recoils.

 

Manta tries to rise.

Edomite swings.

The bottle smashes against Manta’s head.

Glass scatters across the floor.

Manta collapses.

 

Ash: OH MY GOD! HE JUST BROKE A BOTTLE OVER MANTA RAY’S HEAD!

 

Marcus: THIS IS NO LONGER A WRESTLING MATCH! THIS IS A FIGHT!

 

Manta’s mask remains in place.

But blood begins to run from beneath it.

He rolls onto his side.

Blood drips from the corner of his mouth.

 

Edomite grabs him by the head and the side of his mask.

He pulls him up.

He drives a forearm into Manta’s face.

Another.

Another.

 

Manta’s body slumps against the barricade.

Edomite throws him back over it.

Manta crashes onto the floor beside the ring.

Edomite climbs over after him.

 

He grabs Manta by the back of the head and pulls him toward the ring.

Manta suddenly drives a forearm into Edomite’s face.

Edomite staggers.

Manta grabs the edge of the apron.

He pulls himself up.

 

Edomite grabs his ankle.

Manta kicks him away.

 

Edomite turns.

 

Manta launches himself from the apron with a flying forearm.

Edomite catches him.

He drops Manta with a brutal STO onto the floor.

 

Ash: STO! EDOMITE JUST CUT HIM IN HALF!

 

Edomite looks beneath the ring.

He reaches inside.

He pulls out a length of rope.

Edomite drags the rope free.

 

Manta is still trying to crawl away.

Edomite wraps the rope around Manta’s throat.

He pulls backward.

Manta’s body is dragged against the ring post.

Edomite plants his foot against the post and leans back.

 

Ash: EDOMITE HAS THE ROPE AROUND MANTA RAY’S NECK!

 

Marcus: HE’S USING THE RING ITSELF TO CHOKE HIM!

 

Manta claws at the rope.

His boots scrape against the floor.

 

Edomite’s eyes are filled with hatred.

 

Edomite: You wanted to be a wrestler?

 

He pulls harder.

 

Edomite: Then learn what it costs.

 

Manta’s face turns red beneath the mask.

His hands shake.

 

He reaches toward the ring post.

His fingers find the exposed steel.

He grabs it.

He pulls himself forward.

Edomite loses his balance.

 

Manta suddenly drives his head backward.

The back of Manta’s head strikes Edomite’s nose.

Edomite releases the rope.

 

Manta drops to his knees, gasping.

Edomite staggers backward.

 

Manta grabs the loose rope.

He pulls it around Edomite’s arm.

He yanks.

Edomite is dragged face-first into the exposed corner of the ring.

His forehead strikes the steel.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

 

Blood immediately begins pouring down Edomite’s face.

 

Ash: EDOMITE JUST GOT HIS FACE DRIVEN INTO THE EXPOSED RING CORNER!

 

Edomite stumbles backward.

Blood runs down his forehead, over his nose, across his cheek.

Within seconds, his face is becoming a crimson mask.

 

Marcus: EDOMITE IS BLEEDING BADLY! MANTA RAY JUST OPENED HIM UP!

 

Manta rises slowly.

He grabs Edomite by the wrist.

Irish whip.

Edomite crashes into the ring steps.

 

Manta charges.

Edomite moves.

Manta’s shoulder strikes the steel steps.

 

Edomite grabs Manta from behind.

Snap suplex.

Manta lands hard across the edge of the steps.

He rolls onto the floor.

 

Edomite wipes blood from his eyes.

He looks at his hand.

Then at Manta.

His expression changes.

 

The pain has become fuel.

 

Edomite grabs Manta and throws him into the barricade.

Manta’s back hits the metal.

Edomite follows with a running knee.

Manta collapses.

 

Edomite drags him up.

He drives Manta’s face into the ring apron.

Manta’s mouth opens.

Blood spills from between his lips.

 

Ash: MANTA RAY IS BLEEDING FROM THE MOUTH!

 

Edomite grabs Manta by the head.

He drives a knee into his stomach.

He follows with a snap suplex onto the floor.

Manta lands on his back.

 

Edomite grabs Manta and pulls him up.

Manta throws a desperate forearm.

Edomite answers with one.

Manta throws another.

Edomite catches him with a headbutt.

Manta staggers.

Edomite grabs him.

Brainbuster.

Manta crashes onto the floor.

 

Ash: BRAINBUSTER ON THE FLOOR!

 

Edomite rolls Manta toward the ring.

He grabs a steel chair.

Manta tries to rise.

Edomite swings.

Manta ducks.

The chair smashes against the ring post.

 

Manta grabs the chair.

He swings it into Edomite’s ribs.

Edomite doubles over.

 

Manta swings again.

The chair hits Edomite’s back.

Edomite drops to one knee.

 

Manta raises the chair.

Edomite catches his wrist.

He pulls Manta forward.

Edomite drives his forehead into Manta’s mask.

Manta stumbles.

 

Edomite grabs him by the throat.

He throws Manta into the ring.

Edomite follows.

 

Blood continues to drip from his mouth.

 

Edomite stands in the corner, breathing heavily.

Blood covers his face.

He looks almost unrecognizable.

 

Marcus: LOOK AT EDOMITE! HE’S A CRIMSON MASK!

 

Ash: AND HE DOESN’T EVEN SEEM TO NOTICE!

 

Manta pulls himself up using the ropes.

 

Edomite charges.

Manta ducks.

Edomite crashes into the corner.

 

Manta grabs his arm.

Irish whip.

Edomite reverses.

Manta crashes into the opposite corner.

 

Edomite charges.

Manta gets his boot up.

Edomite catches it.

Manta jumps.

Enzuigiri.

Edomite staggers.

 

Manta climbs the ropes.

Riptide Ropewalk.

He walks the top rope.

Edomite rises.

Manta leaps.

Arm drag.

Edomite is thrown across the ring.

Manta lands hard.

He rolls through.

Tidal Rush!!

The Slingblade connects.

 

Manta follows with the standing moonsault.

 

He hooks the leg.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

 

Edomite kicks out.

 

Ash: TIDAL RUSH! BUT EDOMITE KICKS OUT!

 

Manta sits up.

He looks toward Vanya

Then at Edomite.

 

Edomite slowly rises.

Blood runs down his face.

He smiles.

 

Edomite: That’s all?

 

Manta charges.

Edomite catches him with a boot to the stomach.

 

Ash: Broken Promise!

 

The Codebreaker connects.

Manta’s head snaps forward.

He collapses to his knees.

 

Edomite grabs him.

Strings Attached.

The Snap Dragon Suplex sends Manta crashing onto his neck and shoulders.

 

Ash: STRINGS ATTACHED! THE SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!

 

Edomite covers.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

 

Manta kicks out.

Edomite sits up slowly.

He stares at Vanya.

Then at Manta.

His breathing becomes heavier.

 

Marcus: MANTA RAY KICKED OUT AGAIN! EDOMITE IS STARTING TO GET ANGRY!

 

Edomite grabs Manta by the mask.

He pulls him up.

 

He drives a forearm into Manta’s face.

Another.

Another.

Manta’s body sways.

 

Edomite grabs him.

 

The Final Punchline.

 

He charges with the running knee.

Manta moves.

Edomite’s knee strikes the turnbuckle.

 

Manta rolls away.

Edomite turns.

Manta leaps.

Mar de Plata!!

The springboard hurricanrana connects.

 

Manta hooks the leg.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

 

Edomite kicks out.

 

Ash: MAR DE PLATA! MANTA RAY ALMOST STOLE IT!

 

Manta crawls toward the ropes.

 

Edomite rises.

He grabs the steel chair.

 

Manta pulls himself up.

Edomite swings.

Manta ducks.

The chair strikes the ropes.

 

Manta grabs Edomite’s arm.

He pulls him forward.

Edomite stumbles.

 

Manta charges.

Edomite catches him with a knee.

He grabs Manta by the head.

DDT.

Manta crashes onto the chair.

 

Ash: SNAP DDT ON THE STEEL CHAIR!

 

Manta’s body bounces.

Edomite drags him up.

He grabs the chair.

He raises it.

Manta suddenly kicks Edomite in the stomach.

Edomite doubles over.

 

Manta grabs the chair.

He swings.

The chair smashes into Edomite’s back.

Edomite drops to one knee.

 

Manta swings again.

Edomite falls forward.

Manta drops the chair.

 

He grabs Edomite.

He tries to lift him.

Edomite blocks.

Edomite drives a knee into Manta’s ribs.

He grabs Manta by the head.

Reverse backbreaker

He does not release the hold

Another reverse backbreaker

Another one

Another one…

 

Ash: Edomite is simply dismantling Manta’s spine!!!

 

Marcus: This is getting ugly. Edomite isn’t trying to win anymore—he’s trying to leave Manta Ray unable to stand.

 

Valerie: That’s not wrestling. That’s the public execution of Manta Ray.

 

ASH: NECKBREAKER ON THE CHAIR!

 

Manta crashes down.

Edomite covers.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

 

Manta kicks out.

Edomite slams his fist into the canvas.

 

Edomite: STAY DOWN!

 

Edomite drags Manta toward the ropes.

He throws him over the top rope.

Manta crashes onto the floor.

 

Edomite follows.

 

He grabs Manta and pulls him toward the commentary area.

Manta tries to fight back.

Edomite drives a knee into his stomach.

He throws Manta onto the commentary table.

The table shakes beneath him.

 

Edomite climbs up.

He grabs Manta by the mask.

 

Manta throws a forearm.

Edomite answers.

Manta throws another.

Edomite throws another.

The two men exchange punches.

 

Neither has much left.

 

Their strikes are slower now.

 

Heavy.

Desperate.

 

Blood drips from Edomite’s face onto Manta’s mask.

 

Manta’s mouth is still bleeding.

He throws a weak right hand.

Edomite absorbs it.

 

Edomite throws a punch.

Manta’s head snaps backward.

He nearly falls off the table.

 

Edomite grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back up.

 

Ash: BOTH MEN ARE EXHAUSTED! THEY’RE JUST STANDING ON THE TABLE AND TRADING PUNCHES!

 

Marcus: MANTA RAY IS RUNNING ON INSTINCT! EDOMITE IS RUNNING ON HATRED!

 

Manta throws another punch.

Edomite throws another.

Manta’s knees begin to buckle.

 

Edomite’s breathing is ragged.

He wipes blood from his eyes.

He looks at Manta.

Then he grabs him by the head.

Edomite drives Manta’s face into the table.

Once.

Twice.

Manta’s hands fall to his sides.

Edomite pulls him up.

The Final Punchline.

Edomite charges with the running knee.

Manta moves.

Edomite’s knee strikes the table.

Edomite staggers.

 

Manta grabs him.

He drives a forearm into Edomite’s face.

Edomite stumbles backward.

 

Manta charges.

Edomite catches him.

He drops Manta with a  Snap DDT onto the commentary table.

 

Ash:  SNAP DDT ON THE TABLE!

 

The table bends beneath Manta’s body.

 

Edomite falls to one knee.

He breathes heavily.

He looks down at Manta.

For a moment, he seems satisfied.

 

Then he grabs Manta by the mask.

He pulls him up.

 

Marcus: NO! EDOMITE ISN’T DONE!

 

Edomite lifts Manta.

He positions him for a brainbuster.

Manta’s legs kick.

 

Edomite holds him up.

He drives him down.

Brainbuster.

 

The table collapses.

Both men crash through it.

 

The monitors fly.

 

The commentary equipment scatters.

 

The table breaks apart beneath them.

 

Ash: BRAINBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY GOD!

 

Marcus: EDOMITE JUST DROPPED MANTA RAY THROUGH THE TABLE AFTER ALREADY HITTING HIM WITH A DDT!

 

Valeria immediately throws off her headset and gets off the commentary table, furious.

 

Valeria: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT WAS OUR TABLE!

 

She steps away from the wreckage, looking at the broken monitors and scattered equipment.

 

Valeria: I WANT COMPENSATION FOR MORAL DAMAGES! THIS IS EMOTIONAL DISTRESS!

 

Ash: VALERIA IS DEMANDING COMPENSATION!

 

Valeria: AND A NEW TABLE! A BETTER TABLE! ONE THAT CAN SURVIVE THESE TWO IDIOTS!

 

Both men lie motionless among the wreckage.

Vanya kneels beside them.

Edomite’s chest rises and falls.

Manta does not move.

Blood continues to run from his mouth.

 

Ash: MANTA RAY MAY BE OUT!

 

Marcus: HE LANDED DIRECTLY ON HIS HEAD AND NECK! THIS COULD BE SERIOUS!

 

The camera focuses on Manta’s hand.

His fingers twitch.

Then stop.

 

Edomite slowly rolls onto his side.

He grabs the edge of the broken table.

He pulls himself up.

 

He is the first man standing.

But barely.

His legs shake.

He presses a hand against his own ribs.

Then he looks down at Manta.

 

Edomite grabs Manta by the mask.

He drags him away from the wreckage.

Manta’s body is limp.

Edomite throws him toward the ring.

Manta rolls beneath the bottom rope.

 

Edomite follows.

 

Manta lies in the center of the ring.

Edomite stands over him.

Blood covers his face.

He looks at Vanya.

 

Edomite: Count.

 

Edomite covers.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

TH-!

 

Manta kicks out.

 

The arena erupts.

 

Ash: HE KICKED OUT! MANTA RAY KICKED OUT AFTER THE TABLE!

 

Edomite sits up.

He stares at Manta.

His expression becomes furious.

 

Edomite: You have got to be kidding me.

 

Edomite grabs Manta by the head.

He pulls him up.

The Final Punchline!!!

He charges.

Manta suddenly catches Edomite’s arm.

He ducks beneath the running knee.

 

Edomite turns.

Manta grabs him.

El Aguijón!!!

The spinning rope-assisted DDT connects.

Edomite crashes onto the canvas.

 

Ash: EL AGUIJÓN! MANTA RAY HIT IT!

 

Manta crawls toward the ropes.

He pulls himself up.

Edomite is on one knee.

 

Manta charges.

Edomite catches him with a boot.

 

He grabs Manta.

Broken Promise!

The Codebreaker connects again this night!

 

Manta’s body folds.

Edomite covers.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

THR-!!!

 

Manta kicks out.

 

Ash: NO! MANTA RAY KICKS OUT AGAIN!

 

Marcus: IN THE LAST MOMENT!

 

Edomite sits up.

He looks at the referee.

His face is now almost entirely covered in blood.

 

He slowly rises.

He grabs Manta.

Strings Attached.

The Snap Dragon Suplex connects one more!

Manta lands hard.

 

Edomite covers.

 

VANYA:

ONE!

TWO!

 

Manta kicks out.

Edomite slams both hands into the canvas.

 

Marcus: MANTA RAY IS REFUSING TO DIE!

 

Edomite grabs Manta and pulls him up.

He drives a knee into his stomach.

He follows with a neckbreaker.

Manta crashes down.

 

Edomite pulls him up again.

Reverse DDT.

Manta crashes down.

 

Edomite pulls him up again.

Snap suplex.

Manta lands hard.

 

Edomite does not cover.

He grabs Manta by the legs.

He drags him toward the center.

He turns him over.

 

Devil’s Whisper

The Crossface is locked in!!

 

Ash: DEVIL’S WHISPER! EDOMITE HAS THE CROSSFACE LOCKED IN!

 

Manta immediately reaches for the ropes.

There are no rope breaks.

 

Edomite drags him away from them.

He wrenches backward.

Manta screams.

 

Marcus: MANTA HAS NOWHERE TO GO! THE RING IS TOO FAR AWAY!

 

Manta claws at the canvas.

Edomite pulls harder.

Manta’s body twists.

His mouth opens.

Blood drips onto the mat.

 

Edomite’s face is full of rage.

 

Edomite: TAP!

 

Manta shakes his head.

Edomite pulls harder.

 

Edomite: TAP!

 

Manta’s hand slaps the canvas.

Once.

Twice.

 

He does not tap.

 

He reaches toward the kendo stick lying near the ropes.

His fingers brush it.

He cannot reach it.

Edomite drags him farther away.

 

Manta claws at the canvas again.

Edomite pulls him back.

Manta suddenly drives his elbow backward.

The elbow strikes Edomite’s ribs.

Edomite’s grip loosens.

 

Manta reaches again.

His fingers catch the kendo stick.

He grabs it.

Edomite realizes what is happening.

He tries to pull Manta’s arm away.

Manta swings the kendo stick backward.

The kendo strikes Edomite’s head.

Edomite’s grip loosens further.

 

Manta swings again.

The kendo stick strikes Edomite’s shoulder.

Edomite releases the Crossface.

 

Ash: MANTA RAY FOUND A KENDO STICK! HE’S USING IT TO BREAK THE HOLD!

 

Manta swings again.

The kendo stick hits Edomite’s ribs.

Again.

Again.

Edomite rolls away, clutching his side.

Manta drops the stick.

 

He lies on his back, gasping.

 

Edomite slowly rises.

He grabs the ropes.

 

Manta pulls himself up.

 

Both men stand.

 

Edomite turns.

Manta kicks him in the stomach.

Edomite doubles over.

 

Manta grabs his head.

Edomite blocks.

He drives an elbow backward.

Manta staggers.

 

Edomite turns.

The Final Punchline.

Edomite charges.

Manta ducks.

Edomite’s knee misses.

Manta grabs his arm.

He tries to trap it.

Edomite twists free.

Manta falls to one knee.

 

Edomite grabs him by the head.

He pulls him up.

Devil’s Whisper.

The Crossface begins again.

 

Ash: EDOMITE HAS THE CROSSFACE AGAIN!

 

Manta screams.

Edomite wrenches backward.

Manta’s hand reaches toward the ropes.

Edomite drags him away.

 

The crowd grows louder.

 

Marcus: MANTA RAY HAS BEEN THROUGH EVERYTHING! HE HAS BEEN HIT WITH CHAIRS, TABLES, A BOTTLE, THE RING POST, AND ALMOST EVERYTHING EDOMITE HAS!

 

Manta claws at the canvas.

Edomite pulls harder.

Vanya  kneels beside Manta.

 

Vanya: Manta! Do you want to quit?

 

Manta shakes his head.

Edomite screams.

 

Edomite: THEN TAP!

 

Manta’s hand slaps the canvas.

Once.

Twice.

He still refuses.

 

Edomite pulls harder.

Manta’s face twists in pain.

 

His eyes close.

For a moment, it looks like he is finished.

 

Then his fingers touch the postcard beneath his wrist wrap.

 

He remembers Steve’s voice.

 

Stingray Steve: “Don’t force it. Let the position do the work.’’

 

Manta opens his eyes.

He stops pulling against the Crossface.

Edomite laughs.

 

Edomite: That’s it.

 

Manta suddenly shifts his hips.

He rolls onto his side.

Edomite’s grip slips.

 

Manta drives his elbow backward into Edomite’s face.

Edomite releases him.

 

Manta rolls away.

 

Both men are down.

 

Edomite rises first.

He is furious.

 

He grabs Manta by the head and the side of his mask.

He pulls him up.

Manta can barely stand.

Edomite positions him for The Final Punchline.

He charges.

Manta moves at the last possible second.

Edomite’s knee misses.

 

Manta catches his leg.

Edomite falls forward.

 

Manta grabs his arm.

He tries to trap it.

Edomite immediately struggles.

Manta’s grip slips.

 

Ash: MANTA IS TRYING SOMETHING!

 

Marcus: WAIT—IS THIS THE HOLD STEVE THUNDER TAUGHT HIM?!

 

Manta shifts around Edomite’s side and begins building the position.

First, he controls Edomite’s attacking arm, pulling it across his own body and trapping it against his chest.

He drops his weight beside Edomite’s shoulder rather than trying to overpower him from above.

Edomite attempts to turn toward him.

 

Manta follows the movement, keeping the arm pinned.

He threads his legs around Edomite’s upper body, using his thighs to limit Edomite’s ability to roll.

One leg hooks across Edomite’s shoulder while the other closes the space around his neck and trapped arm.

The Sugar Hold begins to take shape.

Edomite realizes what is happening.

He tries to roll.

Manta loses the angle.

Edomite nearly escapes.

 

Ash: HE COULDN’T GET IT!

 

Manta scrambles.

 

Edomite rises to one knee.

Manta grabs him again.

He traps the arm.

He shifts his legs.

The Sugar Hold begins to take shape.

 

Edomite throws a punch backward.

Manta absorbs it.

 

Edomite tries to stand.

Manta is dragged upward with him.

The hold nearly breaks.

 

Edomite turns his body.

Manta loses the angle.

He falls to the canvas.

 

Marcus: MANTA RAY IS FIGHTING FOR THE POSITION!

 

Manta looks down at his hands.

He remembers the training.

 

He adjusts his legs.

He pulls Edomite’s arm more tightly across his chest.

Then he adds the Asiatic Spike.

His forearm and hand slide beneath Edomite’s jaw.

Instead of simply pressing upward, Manta wedges the point of his forearm beneath the chin while keeping Edomite’s trapped arm pinned against his torso.

His legs clamp around Edomite’s shoulder and upper body, preventing Edomite from turning into the pressure.

Manta arches his hips and pulls the trapped arm toward himself.

That movement forces Edomite’s shoulder forward while the Asiatic Spike drives upward beneath the jaw.

The pressure works in two directions at once: the arm is immobilized, the neck is compressed, and Edomite’s ability to rotate out of the hold disappears.

The hold suddenly locks.

 

Ash: DAVY JONES LOCK! DAVY JONES LOCK!

 

Marcus: HE GOT IT! THE SUGAR HOLD WITH THE ASIATIC SPIKE! THAT’S THE COMBINATION HE LEARNED FROM STEVE THUNDER DURING THE TIME OFF!

 

Manta’s eyes widen.

 

He looks down at the hold.

 

He looks almost shocked.

 

He actually has it.

 

Edomite immediately begins struggling.

 

He tries to roll.

Manta rolls with him.

He tries to pull his arm free.

Manta keeps it trapped.

Edomite tries to rise.

Manta clings to him.

The hold remains locked.

 

Ash: EDOMITE IS TRAPPED!

 

Marcus: MANTA DOESN’T EVEN LOOK LIKE HE BELIEVES IT’S WORKING!

 

Edomite claws at Manta’s hands.

He tries to pry the Asiatic Spike away.

Manta’s arms shake.

 

Edomite gets one knee beneath him.

He begins to stand.

Manta is dragged upward.

Edomite throws himself backward.

Manta’s back hits the canvas.

The hold almost breaks.

 

But Manta adjusts.

 

He pulls Edomite’s arm tighter across his chest.

He shifts his hips beneath Edomite’s shoulder.

His legs clamp down again.

The Asiatic Spike tightens beneath the jaw.

Edomite screams.

 

Edomite: GET OFF ME!

 

Manta says nothing.

He is breathing heavily.

His face is covered in blood.

His hands tremble.

 

He looks toward the referee.

Then back at Edomite.

 

Edomite tries to crawl toward the ropes.

There are no rope breaks.

Manta drags him back toward the center.

 

Ash: THERE IS NOWHERE FOR EDOMITE TO GO!

 

Edomite reaches toward the steel chair.

His fingers brush it.

He tries to grab it.

 

Manta sees the movement.

He tightens the hold.

Edomite screams again.

 

Marcus: HE’S STILL TRYING TO SURVIVE AT ALL COST!

 

Edomite tries to roll.

Manta shifts with him.

He tries to pull his arm free.

Manta keeps the arm trapped.

 

Edomite’s face becomes red.

 

He slams his free hand against the canvas.

Once.

Twice.

He refuses to tap.

 

Edomite: NO!

 

Manta pulls harder.

Edomite screams in frustration.

 

Edomite: NO! NO! NO!

 

He tries to reach the ropes.

He cannot.

 

He tries to turn his body.

He cannot.

 

He tries to pry Manta’s hands apart.

He cannot.

 

Manta’s arms are shaking violently now.

He looks genuinely surprised that the hold is still locked.

He shifts one final time.

 

The Asiatic Spike is fully secured.

 

Edomite’s hand hovers over the canvas.

His face contorts.

He is not crying.

He is not begging.

He is furious.

Furious that Manta Ray is still alive.

Furious that the hold works.

Furious that he has been forced into a decision.

 

Ash: EDOMITE IS RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS!

 

Marcus: HE CAN’T ESCAPE! HE CAN’T REACH THE ROPES! HE CAN’T BREAK THE HOLD!

 

Edomite slams his free hand against the canvas.

 

Once.

 

The sound echoes through the ring.

Manta does not release him.

 

Edomite hits the canvas a second time.

 

He pauses.

His arm trembles.

His breathing becomes ragged.

 

He looks toward the ropes again.

They are still too far away.

He tries to twist his shoulder.

Manta follows the movement and tightens the arm trap.

Edomite’s face contorts in pain.

 

He slams his palm against the canvas a third time.

 

Then he stops.

 

For several seconds, there is only the sound of the crowd and Edomite’s uneven breathing.

His free hand curls into a fist.

 

He looks down at the mat.

His entire body tenses.

Then the frustration explodes.

 

Edomite begins hammering the canvas with his free hand.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

 

The strikes are not calm.

 

They are not controlled.

 

They are violent, furious impacts from a man who knows he has no options left

 

He pauses again.

 

His hand remains suspended above the mat.

 

His shoulders shake.

 

Then he slams the canvas three more times in rapid succession.

 

Vanya moves closer.

 

Edomite keeps struggling.

He tries to drag himself forward.

Manta’s legs prevent him from turning.

He tries to pull his arm free.

Manta keeps it pinned.

He tries to lift his head.

The Asiatic Spike forces him back into the pressure.

Edomite’s palm strikes the mat again and again.

Not a single clean tap.

Not a surrender delivered with dignity.

It is a furious, desperate series of blows against the canvas, the only movement he can still control.

Vanya sees enough.

They call for the bell.

Bell rings.

 

Ash: EDOMITE HAS GIVEN UP! MANTA RAY HAS WON!

 

Manta Ray wins by Submission!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER - MANTA! RAAAAAY!

 

Manta immediately releases the hold.

 

He rolls onto his back.

He stares at the ceiling.

 

His chest rises and falls rapidly.

He looks down at his own hands.

Then toward Edomite.

 

Edomite is still clutching his arm and neck.

His face is a crimson mask.

He looks furious.

 

Not ashamed.

Furious.

 

He slams his free fist into the canvas once.

Then he rolls onto his side, still holding the arm that Manta had trapped.

 

Marcus: THERE IS NO SHAME IN LIVING TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY! EDOMITE DID EVERYTHING HE COULD! HE TRIED TO BREAK MANTA RAY, BUT HE COULDN’T BREAK DAVY JONES LOCK!

 

Ash: MANTA RAY SURVIVED THE MUTILATION, THE TABLE, THE BRUTALITTY, AND THE ENTIRETY OF EDOMITE’S VIOLENCE!

 

Manta slowly sits up.

Vanya kneels beside him.

They raise Manta’s arm.

 

Manta looks toward the entrance.

He touches the postcard beneath his wrist wrap.

 

His eyes begin to shine.

He presses it against his chest.

 

The crowd chants his name.

 

Crowd: MAN-TA! MAN-TA! MAN-TA!

 

Manta climbs onto the second rope.

He raises the postcard in one hand.

He points toward the sky with the other.

 

The camera cuts to Edomite.

He sits against the ropes, blood covering his face.

He watches Manta celebrate.

His jaw clenches.

 

He looks at the referee.

Then at Manta.

He slowly shakes his head.

 

Edomite: This isn’t over.

 

The camera returns to Manta Ray.

He smiles beneath the mask.

 

The music hits.

 

Ash: MANTA RAY HAS ARRIVED!

 

Marcus: AND EDOMITE MAY HAVE LOST THE MATCH—BUT HE HAS CREATED A PROBLEM HE CAN’T SIMPLY WALK AWAY FROM!

 

 

The scene opens into a room,  WildFire is sitting in a chair arms clasped in front of him looking pensive.

 

 

The scene opens into a room,  WildFire is sitting in a chair arms clasped in front of him looking pensive.

 

WildFire looks at the camera as it zooms in.

 

WildFire : Hi, I am WildFIre professional wrestler and Proud member of the MAWL championship roster.  When I am not doing wrestling stuff,  I go by my birth name of John-Victor Gabriel Marcurius or JV for short.”

 

WildFire pauses taking in a few deep breaths to steady himself.

 

“ So it was a warm August afternoon, so my Mom decided to go for a walk, no big thing just out and about, there and back,  Not a big deal, nothing she hadn't done a thousand times.”

 

He pauses .

 

“But while she’was about , a drunk driver jumped the curb where she was walking and … well she died. Pretty much instantly.”

 

“And the worst part was that she, yes I said SHE was a repeat offender who stood before the Judge and said “YES I MADE SOME MISTAKES BUT DON”T PUNISH MY KIDS FOR THEM! “ 

 

“She practically  got on her hands and knees and begged for mercy.”

 

Anger rising in his voice.

 

WildFire clenching his fists : “ Where was my Mom’s mercy? What mistake did my Mom make? Why does she get to die, while you live and get to hide behind your kids? Why do you get to make excuses?”

 

WildFire cries : “Every day I miss her, and every day I wish she was here.  When I graduated from Highschool, when my Dad passed the mantle of WildFire to me, when I got married , when my kids were born, so many times I wished she was here.. Even tonight I still wish with all my heart she was here… and I always will.

 

WildFire wipes the tears away taking a deep breath.

 

“When you drink and  drive .. you certainly aren’t giving a flying fuck about anyone but yourself. Not your friends, your family, your potential victims.. All the lives your fucking decision can and will destroy! “

 

WildFire stands up angrily “ SO DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE YA FUCKING TOOL !!”

 

 

The camera fades in on Dante Rivera and Victoria sit on the bleacher’s of the Xtreme Society’s training room.

 

 

Dante: Still can’t believe old man Savage gave us our own training area as a part of his remodeling.

 

Victoria shrugs.

 

Victoria: We’re the most successful stable that he can say came from XHW. Can’t say I mind it though.

 

She glances over at all of the new equipment, customized in their team colors and imagery. The back wall, however, has a large XHW banner hanging down, when it catches her eye she shakes her head.

 

Dante: We’ve got more important things to worry about than the decor.

 

She raises an eyebrow.

 

Victoria: And what is it you’re worried about? Don’t tell me it’s the Hollywood house party revival..

 

Dante stands up.

 

Dante: It is NOT the Hollywood House Party revival. And Ricky Splash was always the worst one of the group.

 

Victoria wags her finger.

 

Victoria: First of all, the worst member was Danny Drench. And secondly, you have gotta let the past go.

 

He folds his arms

 

Dante: No clue what you’re talkin’ about. Victoria: mmm so we just don’t remember your Hollywood House Party audition tape..

 

He spins around and points at her.

 

Dante: You promised you’d never bring that up.

 

Victoria shrugs again, this time with a smirk.

 

Victoria: It’s clearly relevant to the situation. Cause if it’s not them that means you’re worried about DOH and I know that can’t be the case. We’re the Champs Tey, they should be a lot more worried about us.

 

Dante shakes his head.

 

Dante: No, It’s not who we’re facing that has me worried. I just.. don’t trust that old fuck. He’s already successfully turned Diego against me, and I would've never thought he’d be given this much power here. I just worry it’s enough to tear this all apart.

 

Victoria’s voice softens as she stands, putting her hand on his shoulder.

 

Victoria: Well there’s nothing anyone can offer me to turn on you Dante. We’re ride or die till heaven falls from the sky. Ain’t that right?

 

Dante turns, with a slight smile just as the double doors across the room fly open. The two turn quickly around to see Defjam strolling in, carrying his Hardcore Championship with him.

 

 

Defjam: It’s good to know we’re still one big happy family.

 

Victoria’s face lights up when she sees her brother. Dante takes a deep breath, already feeling the shame of thinking so negatively.

 

Victoria: Good to see you Jay.

 

Defjam: Yeah good to see you too sis. Honestly, it’s nice seeing you guys outside of the ring for a change. I’m glad I caught you before your match tonight.

 

Dante: Everything alright?

 

Defjam steps closer shaking his head.

 

Defjam: No, Dante, Everything isn’t alright. Tonight we go out there as a pure representation of a corrupted product. This isn't the XHW we once knew and those are no longer our friends and family while they still flying that banner. There’s a lot of people in this locker room, including your opponents tonight, that want nothing more than to see us crash and burn.

 

He sets the hardcore title down on the bench.

 

Defjam: For some it’s because we’ve abandoned our XHW home. For others it’s because we look, sound, and fight like we are another one of the invaders. But i’m here to tell you that it doesn’t make a bit of difference. Let them try and burn down everything we, as a family, have built here.

 

He gets up close to Dante, sensing the weight of the anxiety in him.

 

Defjam: We aren't just warriors. We are Firemen, Dante.

 

Dante: Firemen?

 

Defjam: FIREMEN. The head doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat, we train in the heat. The heat lets us know that we’re at home. Exactly where we’re supposed to be. Flames can’t intimidate us! So what do we do? We move the flame, control the flame, and when we’re ready, extinguish the flame.

 

Defjam points out towards the ring.

 

Defjam: There’s gonna be many fires in that ring tonight. But I need to know that you’ve still got what it takes to dance in the flames!

 

Dante: I’m always ready to fight.

 

Defjam: I know you can fight, you’re the W2 and 2x Tag team champion Dante Rivera. Everyone knows you can fight. I’m asking if you can HANDLE. THE. HEAT. The pressure of being a champion. The feeling of being hunted by every other killer in this locker room. Do you still have that in you Dante?

 

There’s a calmness that washes over Dante. He pauses for a moment before a smile forms across his face.

 

Dante: I can handle it, DJ. No problem. Nothing like a little Teddy Atlas for motivation.

 

Defjam: Good. Now that i’m around more often, you guys will have some back up. But I'm starting to think we may need to think about adding some fresh blood to the shattered nose division.

 

Dante and Victoria exchange looks as Defjam smiles.

 

Victoria: Who did you have in mind?

 

Defjam starts to respond but is alerted by the door swinging open again.

 

 

Robertos Michael walks in.

 

No knock.

 

No announcement.

 

No hesitation.

 

He simply walks through the doorway like the room was never particularly important to begin with.

 

He takes a couple of steps inside.

 

Stops.

 

His eyes slowly travel across the room.

 

Defjam.

Victoria.

Dante.

Xtreme Society.

 

Robertos says nothing.

 

For a moment.

 

Then a faint smirk.

 

ROBERTOS: ...Oh.

 

He looks around once more.

 

ROBERTOS: Xtreme Society.

 

He lets the name hang in the air.

A slight tilt of the head.

 

ROBERTOS: Right.

 

He takes another step.

 

ROBERTOS: I was wondering where all that noise was coming from.

 

Beat.

His eyes wander around the room.

 

ROBERTOS: I thought something important was happening.

 

A tiny smile.

 

ROBERTOS: My mistake.

 

He keeps walking, completely unhurried.

 

ROBERTOS: So...

 

He glances around.

 

ROBERTOS: Fresh blood?

 

He stops.

 

ROBERTOS: Again?

 

A quiet breath of laughter.

 

ROBERTOS: Jesus.

 

Robertos slowly shakes his head.

 

ROBERTOS: At this point, Xtreme Society sounds less like a faction and more like Narcotics Anonymous.

 

He looks toward Defjam.

 

ROBERTOS: "Hi, I'm Defjam."

 

He gives a tiny, perfectly serious nod.

 

ROBERTOS: "I've been clean for three weeks."

 

Robertos looks away for a second, suppressing a laugh.

 

ROBERTOS: "Unfortunately, I still have the urge to recruit."

 

A small shrug.

 

ROBERTOS: Progress is progress.

 

He doesn't wait for anything.

He simply keeps moving.

 

ROBERTOS: I suppose I understand the constant search for fresh blood.

 

He casually runs his fingertips along the back of a chair.

 

ROBERTOS: When what you've already got isn't particularly impressive...

 

He looks over his shoulder.

 

ROBERTOS: ...you keep shopping.

 

The faintest smile.

 

ROBERTOS: Eventually, probability has to kick in.

 

He moves on.

 

His attention settles on Dante.

Robertos stops.

He studies him for a moment.

 

ROBERTOS: Oh.

 

ROBERTOS: Two-time Tag Team Champion.

 

A polite nod.

 

ROBERTOS: Congratulations.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: Twice.

 

He considers it.

 

ROBERTOS: That's almost a pattern.

 

Another pause.

 

The smirk remains, but his eyes stay on Dante a little longer this time.

 

ROBERTOS: I suppose we'll eventually find out if there's actually a wrestler underneath all those introductions.

 

Robertos starts to turn away.

 

Then he stops.

He looks back at Dante.

The amusement in his expression fades just slightly.

 

ROBERTOS: And before you get too comfortable...

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: You remember that look I gave you during the brawl?

 

Robertos holds his gaze.

 

ROBERTOS: You're Next.

 

Silence.

A faint smirk returns.

 

ROBERTOS: That wasn't sarcasm.

 

He lets the words sit.

 

ROBERTOS: So enjoy being a two-time champion.

 

Robertos gives the slightest nod.

 

ROBERTOS: You'll get your turn with me.

 

He finally turns away.

 

ROBERTOS: Just don't confuse a warning with an invitation.

 

His attention shifts back toward Defjam.

 

ROBERTOS: And you...

 

He looks him over.

 

ROBERTOS: Fireman.

 

A slow nod.

 

ROBERTOS: I've heard the speech.

 

He casually counts on his fingers.

 

ROBERTOS: Heat.

 

ROBERTOS: Fire.

 

ROBERTOS: Control.

 

ROBERTOS: Extinguishing flames.

 

He lowers his hand.

 

ROBERTOS: You people really committed to the theme.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: I'll give you that.

 

His smile turns slightly more amused.

 

ROBERTOS: Consistency is important when substance is difficult.

 

Robertos turns his head away, already losing interest.

 

ROBERTOS: But please.

 

He gestures vaguely toward the room.

 

ROBERTOS: Continue.

 

He leans casually against the wall.

 

ROBERTOS: I'd hate to interrupt.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: This is fascinating.

 

His eyes move across the room.

 

ROBERTOS: I've never seen so many people work this hard to convince themselves they're important.

 

A tiny smirk.

 

ROBERTOS: Almost inspiring.

 

He pushes himself away from the wall.

 

ROBERTOS: Almost.

 

Robertos starts toward the door.

 

Three steps.

Then he stops.

He turns his head.

 

ROBERTOS: Actually...

 

Pause.

 

ROBERTOS: Tonight, you have to deal with me.

 

Silence.

Robertos lets the sentence breathe.

Then the faintest shrug.

 

ROBERTOS: ...and Bowen.

 

He pauses.

 

ROBERTOS: But don't worry about him.

 

His expression softens into something almost dismissively sympathetic.

 

ROBERTOS: Poor guy.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: He worked his ass off just to finally win that championship.

 

Robertos gives a small nod.

 

ROBERTOS: He finally gets it.

 

Another pause.

 

ROBERTOS: Finally gets to call himself champion.

 

He looks toward Defjam.

 

ROBERTOS: And he barely has time to enjoy it before you show up.

 

Robertos makes a small gesture with his hand.

 

ROBERTOS: Cash-in.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: Bang.

 

He gives a tiny, amused smile.

 

ROBERTOS: New champion.

 

Robertos nods once.

 

ROBERTOS: I respect it.

 

Pause.

 

ROBERTOS: I do.

 

Then the smile disappears.

 

ROBERTOS: But unfortunately for you...

 

He takes one slow step toward Defjam.

 

ROBERTOS: I had already earned my cash-in.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: Just the old-fashioned kind.

 

His eyes stay locked on Defjam.

 

ROBERTOS: I fought for that opportunity.

 

ROBERTOS: I won it.

 

ROBERTOS: And I was coming for that championship before you decided to play opportunist.

 

A faint smirk.

 

ROBERTOS: Your little move didn't erase my shot.

 

He tilts his head slightly.

 

ROBERTOS: It just put you directly in my line of sight.

 

Silence.

 

Robertos looks at the championship one last time.

Then back at Defjam.

 

ROBERTOS: So enjoy that title while you can.

 

Beat.

 

ROBERTOS: Because after tonight...

 

His eyes drift briefly around the room.

 

ROBERTOS: ...all you'll have left is your little Narcotics Anonymous society...

 

A tiny smirk.

 

ROBERTOS: ...and that desperate shopping habit for fresh blood.

 

Robertos turns toward the door.

He opens it.

Stops.

 

Looks back over his shoulder.

 

ROBERTOS: I'll just need one thing.

 

Pause.

That cold, effortless smile.

 

ROBERTOS: To seal the Devil's Deal.

 

He walks out.

 

The door closes softly behind him.

 

Dante: What the hell was that all about?

 

Defjam shrugs.

 

Defjam: One of my opponents tonight, I'm pretty sure.

 

Victoria cracks a smile

 

Victoria: Well I, for one, am just glad he’s done monologuing. We had enough of that crap with Jared.

 

The three of them groan together in unison before laughing it off. A shred of regret shines across her face momentarily but it fades as soon as she hears her brother speak

 

Defjam: Well, if anything, that was a perfect example of what I was talking about. We got this lunatic on the MAWL side and Bowen who just jumped ship to team XHW on the other in my match tonight. Granted, Bowen has a few reasons to not like me right now.

 

He smiles as he glances over at the Hardcore title.

 

Defjam: My point is, we need more support to make sure we stay ready and able to both defend MAWL and these belts. So, as I was saying, you two have been active here the longest. I want you to find some MAWL candidates. I will rummage through the XHW arrivals and see if anyone stands out. Meet back here in an hour. I want this wrapped up before any of us have to go out there.

 

Dante nods and immediately grabs his title, strapping it around his waist. Victoria follows suit but hangs back as Dante heads to the door.

 

Victoria: You sure about this, Jay?

 

Defjam nods as he swings his belt over his shoulder.

 

Defjam: I’m sure. Just remember we’re looking for back up, not another headache, so leave Jared out of this.

 

Victoria replies with a sarcastically serious salute before jogging to catch up to Dante, Defjam laughing it off as the camera fades to black.

 

 

Aztec reads the announcement.

He reads it again.

His eyes stop on three words.

SINK OR SWIM.

 

 

Aztec: “Interesting.”

 

There is a long silence.

 

Aztec: “I cannot swim.”

 

Another silence.

This should probably be the end of the matter.

Instead, Aztec slowly raises one finger.

 

Aztec: “But I know someone who can.”

 

Several minutes later, Aztec has somehow acquired a telephone.

He holds it backward.

 

Aztec: “Manta Ray.”

 

Nothing happens.

Aztec turns the phone around.

 

Aztec: “Manta Ray.”

 

He waits.

 

Aztec: “This is Aztec.”

 

A pause.

 

Aztec: “Yes. The wrestler.”

 

Another pause.

 

Aztec: “No, I have not been arrested.”

 

Aztec listens.

 

Aztec: “That was one time.”

 

Another pause.

 

Aztec: “It was not technically a zoo.”

 

His eyes narrow.

 

Aztec: “That is irrelevant.”

 

Aztec straightens and gets directly to business.

 

Aztec: “There is an event.”

 

He looks back at the announcement.

 

Aztec: “It was previously called Spring Fling, but apparently Spring Fling has been destroyed.”

 

He listens.

 

Aztec: “No. I do not know who killed it.”

 

Pause.

 

Aztec: “I suspect Milo.”

 

Another pause.

 

Aztec: “The replacement is called Sink or Swim.”

 

Aztec nods gravely.

 

Aztec: “Yes.”

 

Pause.

 

Aztec: “That is why I called you.”

 

Another pause.

 

Aztec: “Because you are Manta Ray.”

 

Aztec waits as though this explains literally everything.

 

Aztec: “I require your aquatic expertise.”

 

He listens.

 

Aztec: “There is a championship opportunity at Fallout.”

 

Another pause.

 

Aztec: “I do not know where the water is.”

 

His brow furrows.

 

Aztec: “I assume they provide it.”

 

A longer pause.

 

Aztec: “What do you mean it is a metaphor?”

 

Aztec stares ahead.

 

Aztec: “No.”

 

Another pause.

 

Aztec: “No, I do not believe you.”

 

Aztec lowers the phone slightly and looks back toward the announcement.

 

Aztec: “They specifically wrote Sink or Swim.”

 

He returns the phone to his ear.

 

Aztec: “You are coming.”

 

Pause.

 

Aztec: “Bring goggles.”

 

Aztec hangs up.

He looks toward whoever is responsible for enrollment.

 

Aztec: “Enroll Aztec.”

 

He considers this.

 

Aztec: “And Manta Ray.”

 

A beat.

 

Aztec: “He is my swimming coach.”

 

Aztec begins walking away before stopping.

 

Aztec: “If this event contains no water, I will consider the advertisement deliberately misleading.”

 

He takes another step.

Stops again.

 

Aztec: “And if there is water…”

 

For the first time, Aztec smiles.

 

Aztec: “I have Manta Ray.”

 

He walks away, apparently completely satisfied with this solution.

 

The screen fizzles for a moment then re-opens.

 

We are pre-recorded!

 

In a familiar setting known by the majority of the roster.

 

To some, it is an unknown space, only ever visited a handful of times.

 

But to loyal viewers, you will recognise it as...

 

 

Now, for those of you that don't know. Catering is huge! It isn't just a few tables and a buffet

 

No No NO!

 

It is a fully functioning ecosystem. In fact, while the "stars" of the show tend to get all the air time and the spotlight, alot of the money earned by MAWL is reinvested in this space.

 

Do you want to know what is in "catering"?

 

A cinema

 

A games area with darts and a pool table. We did have a table fusbal but that was broken during the "incident". I won't tell you who broke the table but lets just say the "Bird" guys ain't allowed to play in the games space unless invited.

 

A ball pit.

 

A small selection of couches that massage your back

 

A small library.

 

A Chocolate fountain

 

And much much more, I won't list everything as it will be an entire show. Maybe a show in two parts.

 

but the important point of all this is, in Catering there is a bar.

 

A small bar.

 

A well stocked bar.

 

A bar so well known that even some of the big names in MAWL have visited the bar.

 

Some of the big names are even barred from the Bar due to the one rule.

 

Welcome to the Silent Bar.

 

 

A honest Bar ran by Coquito.

 

Today, drinking at the Bar is Quiet Hyatt and Brinadette.

 

 

Quiet Hyatt and Brinadette ain't drinking together at the bar, but they do occasion glance at each other and order eachother drinks.

 

Coquito puts each drink he makes on their individual tabs.

 

Coquito makes Brinadette her usual cocktail as trouble can be heard.

 

Loud booming footsteps can be heard as Rade approaches the bar.

 

 

Rade slams his fist down onto the bar which makes a tiny bit of noise. This was by design as Coquito wanted their to be as little noise as possible at the silent bar.

 

Quiet Hyatt puts his finger to his mouth as he signals for Rade to be quiet.

 

Rade stares a hole through Quiet Hyatt, who notices and quickly finishes his drink.

 

Coquito, who is in the middle pouring Brinadette's Cocktail notices the commotion and subtly points to the sign.

 

"No noise or you will be barred"

 

Rade is angered by Coquito's interference and slaps the cocktail across the room.

 

The glass does not shatter.

 

By designed. Coquito knew glasses can fall in a bar and made sure all the glasses were shatter proof... and plastic.

 

Brinadette is mad! Unhappy that Rade has ruined her drink and silently gives Rade a piece of her mind!

 

Rade, unbothered by Brinadette's erratic hand movements, simply slaps Brinadette across the face. Sending her flying off her stool.

 

Quiet Hyatt, unhappy at this pushes Rade in the back. But this just angers Rade who immediately grabs Quiet Hyatt by the throat and lifts him up in the air. Rade slams Quiet Hyatt spine first into the top of the bar.

 

Rade's attention immediately locks on Coquito, who has already reached for the baseball bat that he keeps under the bar for times like this.

 

Ever since that Scott Razor incident a year or so back.

 

Anyway, Rade points at Coquito, who is armed and ready to fight off Rade from his bar, but before Coquito can take a swing at Rade. A glass is seen flying through the air.

 

"Smash"

 

The glass shatters.

 

This is not a MAWL glass.

 

This glass is from Aztec Pro Wrestling,

 

The glass shatters into the back of Rade's head who immediately turns around, bleeding and pissed.

 

Rade looks at the end of the bar to see...

 

 

Marrow.

 

Marrow, gets off his stool and walks towards a dazed and concussioned Rade.

 

Before Rade can react, Marrow takes his hands out of his pocket and punches Rade in the gut.

 

Coquito bonks Rade on his head with the baseball bat to add to the concussion as he jumps over the bar and throws Rade out of the bar.

 

Marrow helps Brinadette and Quiet Hyatt to their feet before buying them a round.
 
 
Coquito begins making Brinadette's cocktail as Marrow pays in cash, with a tip.
 
 
Coquito stops and signals that Marrow can have a tab but Marrow waves it away as the three patriots of the Silent Bar continue their day like nothing happened.

 

 

The camera cuts backstage.

 

 

Vain Plato stands alone in front of a large production monitor.

The screen displays the official graphic for tonight's match.

 

MATCH FOR THE GRAM

 

Four selfie sticks.

Four live cameras.

One ring.

 

InstaGator.

 

Vain Plato

 

Plato studies the graphic in silence.

 

He slowly removes his sunglasses.

He looks at his reflection in the dark screen.

He adjusts one strand of hair.

Then another.

He smiles.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Beautiful.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
The match graphic is beautiful.

 

He pauses.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Not because of the design.

 

He looks directly at the camera.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Because Plato is in it.

 

Veronica Vale enters the frame, microphone in hand.

 

 

VERONICA VALE:
Vain, I was hoping to get a word with you about your match tonight.

 

Plato doesn't look at her.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato assumed you would.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Match for the Gram. Four selfie sticks around the ring, all four cameras broadcasting live. What do you make of the stipulation?

 

Plato finally turns toward her.

He considers the question.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato thinks MAWL has finally discovered something the ancient Greeks understood thousands of years ago.

 

VERONICA VALE:
And what's that?

 

Plato gestures toward the production monitor.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Beauty deserves to be preserved.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
The Greeks built statues.

 

He adjusts his collar.

 

VAIN PLATO:
They carved marble.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
They immortalized Adonis.

 

Plato smiles faintly.

 

VAIN PLATO:
MAWL has provided Plato with four live cameras.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Progress.

 

Veronica blinks.

 

VERONICA VALE:
The cameras aren't exactly there for you.

 

Plato slowly turns his head.

Silence.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Then why are there four?

 

Veronica opens her mouth.

Nothing comes out.

Plato nods.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Exactly.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Let's talk about InstaGator.

 

Plato's expression becomes slightly more serious.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato has seen her.

 

VERONICA VALE:
And what do you think?

 

Long pause.

 

VAIN PLATO:
She is fortunate.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Fortunate?

 

VAIN PLATO:
Yes.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Tonight, InstaGator gets to stand in the same ring as Plato.

 

He slowly smiles.

 

VERONICA VALE:
She's also someone who clearly enjoys attention.

 

VAIN PLATO:
No.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
She enjoys receiving attention.

 

Plato points toward himself.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato is worthy of it.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
There is a distinction.

 

VERONICA VALE:
She takes selfies. You spend a considerable amount of time admiring yourself. Aren't the two of you actually quite similar?

 

Plato looks genuinely thoughtful.

 

He slowly removes his sunglasses.

 

VAIN PLATO:
That is a common mistake.

 

VERONICA VALE:
What mistake?

 

VAIN PLATO:
Confusing admiration with vanity.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Narcissus fell in love with his reflection.

 

Plato looks at his reflection in the monitor.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato simply understands him.

 

He puts his sunglasses back on.

 

VAIN PLATO:
The difference is...

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Narcissus had a reflection.

 

Plato looks directly into the camera.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato has an audience.

 

VERONICA VALE:
What about the selfie sticks? They're not just cameras. They're weapons. They can become distractions.

 

Plato nods slowly.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Yes.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Four weapons.

 

Another beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Four distractions.

 

He smiles.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Four opportunities for InstaGator to make a mistake.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Couldn't they become distractions for you too?

 

Plato looks almost offended.

 

VAIN PLATO:
For Plato?

 

He gives a quiet laugh.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Beauty has distracted Plato his entire life.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
It has never stopped Plato from being perfect.

 

VERONICA VALE:
You're facing an alligator woman in an match surrounded by selfie sticks. Do you actually take this seriously?

 

Plato stares at her.

 

Long silence.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Veronica...

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato is not wrestling an alligator.

 

He straightens his shirt.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato is wrestling a woman in an alligator costume.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Let's not exaggerate.

 

Veronica struggles not to smile.

 

VERONICA VALE:
And you're confident you can win?

 

Plato looks genuinely surprised.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Confident?

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
No.

 

He adjusts his sunglasses.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Confidence implies uncertainty existed first.

 

Silence.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato doesn't have that problem.

 

VERONICA VALE:
So what happens when the bell rings?

 

Plato straightens.

His expression becomes completely serious.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato wins.

 

VERONICA VALE:
That's it?

 

VAIN PLATO:
Yes.

 

VERONICA VALE:
No strategy?

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato has a strategy.

 

VERONICA VALE:
And what is it?

 

Long pause.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Be Plato.

 

Veronica stares at him.

 

VERONICA VALE:
That's your strategy?

 

VAIN PLATO:
It has worked remarkably well.

 

Plato begins walking away.

He stops.

Turns back toward Veronica.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Actually...

 

Veronica raises the microphone again.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Yes?

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato has one more question.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Go ahead.

 

VAIN PLATO:
After Plato wins...

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Who receives the photographs?

 

VERONICA VALE:
The cameras are live. I assume the footage goes to MAWL.

 

Plato nods.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Good.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Then everyone wins.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Everyone?

 

Plato smiles.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato gets to win.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
InstaGator gets to share a ring with Plato.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
And the audience gets several angles of the most beautiful face in professional wrestling.

 

He adjusts his sunglasses.

 

VAIN PLATO:
That is what Plato calls a successful production.

 

He starts walking away again.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Any final words for InstaGator?

 

Plato remains silent for several seconds.

 

He looks at the camera.

Then at his reflection in the monitor.

 

He smiles.

 

VAIN PLATO:
InstaGator...

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Bring the cameras.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Bring the selfie sticks.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Bring the filters.

 

He slowly puts his sunglasses on.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Bring your followers.

 

Long pause.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Bring everything.

 

He takes one step toward the camera.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Because tonight, the world will be watching.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
And Plato intends to give them something they will never forget.

 

He turns away.

Walks two steps.

Stops.

 

Without turning around—

 

VAIN PLATO:
Oh.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato would prefer camera three during the entrance.

 

Veronica looks confused.

 

VERONICA VALE:
Why?

 

Plato slowly turns his head.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Plato's left side is superior.

 

Beat.

 

VAIN PLATO:
Obviously.

 

He walks away.

Veronica watches him disappear.

 

Long silence.

 

VERONICA VALE:
...I think Plato just turned a Selfie Stick fight with an alligator into a Greek tragedy about himself.

 

Beat.

 

VERONICA VALE:
But somehow, I think he understood the match perfectly.

 

 

The arena lights drop into a hot pink haze, and the opening beat of Like A Virgin rolls through the arena.

 

 

The arena lights drop into a hot pink haze, and the opening beat of Like A Virgin rolls through the arena.

 

Then the giant screen erupts with the winged skull of Z.L.I. Sex Appeal, followed by SEX APPEAL splashed across them in jagged lettering.

 

RATTIES!!!!!!!!!!

 

Jassy is heard over the speakers, before sauntering through the curtains.

 

 

Her arms spread, chin raised, soaking up the mixture of cheers and abuse. PG-13 follows immediately beside her, carrying Jassy’s XXX Championship for her, the belt displayed prominently while Jassy herself carries nothing but attitude.

 

Jassy turns around and starts walking backward down the ramp, beckoning with both hands as Skye Blue struts through the curtain next. Daria emerges behind her, followed by Anna Konda, and Jassy applauds each arrival like she personally assembled the greatest collection of women ever put on television.

 

Then Bianca appears alongside Kendra, bringing up the rear.

 

Jassy puts both hands over her heart.

 

JASSY: “Look at us! Absolutely mind blowing babes!”

 

She looks into the nearest cam, and throws her arms toward the group.

 

JASSY: “Look at us! The greatest most sexiest group to ever grace a wrestling show...”

 

PG-13 raises the XXX Championship beside her, and Jassy immediately points at it.

 

JASSY: “And look at that! What a beauty. I reign so flawless. I'm, I'm just so unstoppable darlin'.”

 

She laughs as they continue toward the ring.

 

By the time Sex Appeal reaches ringside, Jassy is dancing to the music.

 

When she reaches the outside ring area, she poses once more before climbing onto the apron. She grabs the rope and leans forward, and swings from side to side, before pulling herself back, and entering the ring. The others spread around her while PG-13 enters last, still dutifully carrying Jassy’s championship.

 

Jassy waits for the crowd to hush down. The crowd stays loud as the women in the crowd keep booing, and yelling that they have ruined their marriages from taking their husbands attention away from them.

 

Jassy: Get sexier you ratties. It's easy! Well for me it is, I have great genes. I dunno about you canadian hogs, that might be a challenge.

 

Jassy pauses, and turns to her girls.

 

Jassy: Do we have any canuckians amongst us?

 

The rest all shake their heads.

 

Jassy: Andddd like, what about the others, are any of them canuckians?

 

The other females all look at each other and um and ahh, until they all collectively agree that there is no female from Canada in Sex Appeal.

 

Jassy: Well there we have it. No maple sucking hoochies in our group. And that just proves how ugly you canuckian ladies, I mean ratties, must really be.

 

The crowd erupts with boos.

 

Jassy: But fear not. I'm always up for a challenge. So we put together The Sex Appeal VIP online course, with countless courses loaded with tips and hacks from every single lady in Sex Appeal to reach your full potential of sexy. You'll be driving your fat hogged, stinky cheesed husband ratties crazy, and making them stay only interested in you. You'll get all the tips to get the man you want, and all you single lonely ones, can learn the tricks of the trade on how to steal another woman's man, and land a hot man. Learn how to drain that bank account without having to do any other type of draining, if you know what I mean. Oh, and we have 5 more courses just for you lemons to squeeze out every ounce of sexy within yourself, so you can get the cream women you are craving, and keep hold on to them if you so desire. There's so much more so go to MAWL.com/sexappealgetsexier and go from ugly to lovely, from hideous to the prettiest, and from messy to sexy in only a few clicks, and a small amount of money to invest in the new improved you!

 

Jassy finishes her plug, and the others all show affirmation and playful teasing and laughing. Waist hugs, and nudges all around. Some others also focus on the crowd, looking towards them intently and posing to illustrate, and emphasize Jassy's words.

 

Jassy catches a glimpse of her XXX championship again, and gushes over it, and holds it up again, showing it off like a proud mother.

 

Jassy: Heart Condition. Let's talk about it. You see, not only did four of us win the Unstable titles, but little me retained MY XXX Championship. You see, D-Grade D.A tried to play with me, but like I buried her ideas, and the competition to stay on top, literally.

 

She only thought to reward me with renaming the belt to a more suitable name, because let's be real. We know what triple X in Sex Appeal really stands for. So while she's not forgiven, it's a step in the right direction. So D.A babes, you're off the hook for now! But oh, I take that back, because let's move forward to tonight. D-Grade Jones, again is playing games with me, and doesn't think I'm worthy of a one on one match. Instead she books me in another zoo animal match.

 

Shake my head. When will she learn. But it doesn't matter. Big rat man, thunder thighs mime, thunder thighs man, and thunder man's side kick, i'll bleed 'em all babes.

 

Oh, and speaking of thunder, during my time off, when I kicked my sister's ass, and rocked her bells at the family gathering. I also attended a World Cup football game, and I was with my girls Bi, and Anna, and we thought we saw Steve Thunder with his big goofy head. But we we're mistaken, it was just that Erling Haaland bloke. You know, the giant Norwegian one? Six foot a million, blonde hair slicked back, built like somebody stretched a viking in PS, and that big square ‘I’ve just been told there’s no more protein powder’ face.

 

Jassy squints and holds her hands up like she’s framing someone’s head in the distance.

 

Jassy: From where we were sitting, though? Tell me that’s not Steve Thunder! Same massive head, same ‘I could headbutt through a brick wall’ energy. I’m elbowing Anna like, ‘Oh my God, that creepy doofus Steve followed us to the World Cup!

 

She shrugs.

 

JASSY: “Nope. Erling bloody Haaland. Apparently he’s quite good. Kicks balls for a living, and tonight, I take inspiration from that, and I’m gonna kick some balls myself. Capybara’s, Manta Ray’s, Abyss Breaker’s, and the pest Brinadette. Let me kick her in the lady balls! That'll make her make some noise.

 

Jassy performs an exaggerated mime routine, so the crowd boo's, and then starts chanting Brinadette's name. Jassy starts yelling.

 

Jassy: WHATEVER! CHANT THAT WEIRDOES NAME. WHAT HAS SHE GIVEN YOU YET?!

 

Crowd: Ohhhh Brinadette. Will you be mine?! Ohhhh Brinadette. Will you be mime?!

 

Jassy: Shut your holes. We give you beauty. We give you championships. We give you entertainment. WE BLOW YOUR MINDS! We give you Sex Appeal, and you still sit there booing!

 

She puts on a terrible mock Canadian accent.

 

Jassy: ‘Give us something else, eh!’ 'I want some poutine, eh!' 'blah blah blah, I'm sorry I'm pathetic crybaby eh!

 

Jassy is about to get carried away, when PG-13 taps on her shoulder.

 

Jassy: Right right, all you Canadians can do is dream about being real champions like us, and live vicariously through Sex Appeal.

 

The crowd keeps booing.

 

Jassy: You're welcome ratties! Oh I forgot, oops. Well anyways, speaking of championships! Lazik; Iris, my sweet doll, and Lazer, PG-13 and Anna... Those girls, they won the Unstable titles back at Heart Condition, but I just wanted to give them their props.
 
She starts applauding.
 
Jassy: That is a BIG accomplishment. Like, actually big. You brought more gold to the club, but you all showed strength, and that we can back up our words with action. I know Iris and Lazer aren't out here at the moment, but we all love you two. Massive one girls.
 
She points between PG-13 and Anna.
 
Jassy: Proud of yous.
 
Jassy hugs PG-13 tightly, then goes over and hugs Anna as well. She returns to PG-13 and looks down at the XXX Championship still being carried for her. She takes the belt from PG-13.
 
JASSY: Babes, why are you carrying my stuff?
 
PG-13 looks confused. Jassy looks offended on her behalf.
 
Jassy: No! You’re a champion now hun. You are way too worthy to be carrying my title around.
 
She turns. Her eyes find Skye Blue. A grin spreads across Jassy’s face. Jassy walks over and deposits the XXX Championship into Skye’s arms.
 
Jassy: Here.
 
She pats the belt.
 
Jassy: You get a promotion.
 
Jassy walks away before Skye can respond.
 
Jassy: Now that all that jazz and business is out of the way, let's have some fun. We have a little treat for you's. Let's say, a mind blowing dance performance. Ain't that right girls? Lets show everyone how we get down, and show off more than just our in ring skills. Okay DJ, hit our music.
 
Kendra puts her hand up to cut the music. The crowd cheers faintly for this, except the men who straggled in from Chez Pierre and thought they were getting an encore, they boo.
 

 

Kendra: Hey Jass, Looks like your sister’s clientele just walked in.

 

Now everyone is booing

 

Kendra: Didn’t my bestie tell you rat bastards to shut your holes? You ingrates are in the presence of champions, and for the under 40 crowd this will be the first and last time that can be said here.

 

1990, Edmonton? Come on now.

 

The boos are tinged with just the littlest bit of recognition and self shame.

 

Kendra: And Jassy I’m also gonna have to ask you, bestie, to shut your perfect holes. But only for a minute. We can’t get this dance party started yet! The Queen needs to arrive first! And you hockey porks better show for once in your greasy poutine filled existences show some goddamn deference and bow to the Queen when she arrives.

 

The crowd boos this.

 

Kendra: And if you can’t behave yourselves then maybe you do need to be sold to the U-

 

She ducks a flying plate of poutine which catches Daria in the face.

 

Kendra: Get it out of your systems now, you Zamboneheads, because the Queen is on her way.

 

Kendra takes a knee.

 

Kendra: It is my most joyous and splendid honour to bring upon you the most regal, the most beautiful, the most exquisite, pure perfection in everything she touches and everywhere she steps….

 

She is…

 

QUEEN

 

PLATINUM!!

 

 

The crowd boos; the women in the ring kneel. 

 

 

Marcus: Wait, who's the chick with the stars?

 

 

Ash: Oh no, I think that might be Halley Comet. Don't tell me SHE'S joined Sex Appeal too.

 

 

Valerie: She finally figured out what her former partner's known for a year now. And good for her.

 

Marcus: Your Pick-Me is showing. 

 

Valerie: Shut up Marcus.

 

Halley: Yeah, shut up, Marcus. And it's just HALLEY now. I'm one-word famous, bitch. 

 

The crowd boos.

 

Halley: SHUT UP! Shut up and show some damn respect to your Queen and mine, Pla-

 

The familiar tickers show across the runners.

 

 

Zora Luthor walks out... in.... stripes.

 

 

Zora: This team has gotten out of control, and I am going to need to get it back on track. And now, we have someone purporting to be the Queen? To be bowed down to? Clearly, it's time for some reorganization. So here's what's going to happen. I am going to be refereeing the Fatal Six Corners, right here and now, and the organization chart will be determined by order of elimination.

 

Some of the women in the ring find their faces dropping a little. The dance party may well be over.

 

Zora: Not only that, the bottom two teams will no longer be under Zora Luthor International's protection. That's right, we'll be downsizing, and all of you will remember that the true top of the mountain is the woman whose initials you're all fortunate enough to wear. And because I'm feeling particularly disciplinary today, if anyone pins Isabella she becomes the new Eurasian Champion! 

 

The women in the ring scramble as the six sided ring is lowered back down.

 

 

The remaining teams pile in. 

 

 

Sheri: The following is the Fatal Six-Corners Match and it is for the Unstable Title and to remain in Zora Luthor International! The teams-

 

- Aja Lioness, Rica Muerte, Paulina Clark, and Isabella Van der Garde! ASESINATO S.A.!

- Bex Blakk, Bex G, Bex Q, and Bex Strong! BEX APPEAL!

- Kira Scene, Lucenza, Nasty Natalie, and Golden Gun Gina Thieso! BLONDE AMBITION!

- Guinevere, Morgan Maverick, Cassie Opia, and Kalpana! BURNING BRIGHT!

- LoXo, Lux Adora, Keta Mean, and Imogen! VIP!

- AND The Champions - Iris Correa, Lazer, PG13, and Anna Konda! SEX APPEAL!

 

The bell rings with the following six starting: Rica, Bex G, Lucenza, Morgan, Imogen, Iris.

 

Marcus: This match is chaotic on its best day, but Zora is going to be overseeing the war of her team, who are by nature pirates.

 

Ash: A long time back, Daria and Bianca discussed how part of what made ZLI such a draw and so dominant is that they know that any moment they can stab each other in the back and that low key paranoia helps the team stay watching each others' backs. But, this is the inevitable result of trying to do it that way.

 

Valerie: And not to mention that there are two titles at play here, similar to that tag match earlier a singles belt is on the line, so it'll be in Isabella's best interest to spend as little time as possible in this match. 

 

Ash: Morgan, Imogen, and Iris with a triple team beat down on Bex G, the OGs have the new kid in the corner and stomping her out! Rica and Lucenza locking up, Lucenza with rib kicks to Rica and snap neckbreaker. Rica back to her feet, slides under Lucenza's spin kick but Lucenza catches her with a spinning back elbow. Rica staggering back, Lucenza takes a run off the ropes and that was obviously a bad idea, knee to the back by Aja and Lucenza stunned, Rica catches her and Spinebuster! Hooking the leg to get a quick fall-

 

Zora: ONE! 

 

Marcus: Lucenza gets her feet up quickly but Rica keeps on her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the SA section and tag in to Aja. Aja takes hold of the hair and Rica plants a kick to Lucenza's midsection. Bex G still getting absolutely ravaged by Morgan, Imogen, and Iris, triple chokeslam! Bex trying to crawl to her corner, Morgan gets her by the legs and pulls her up, basement dropkick by Imogen, sliding double knee by Iris, facebuster by Morgan and into a Glam Slam Stretch!

 

Valerie: They're showing her they have no intention of losing their protected spot in ZLI to a damn pop singer. Bex Q however, other plans as she breaks the hold with a running elbow. Bex G to the corner, tags in Strong, Strong runs in and right into the arms of Morgan and she's not gonna fare any better! Morgan with a Spinebuster and keeping the legs for a spin around and elevated crab! 

 

Ash: Imogen and Iris turning towards each other and unloading absolute aggression. Aja snap suplex to Lucenza and Lucenza rolls backward, Aja lining back for the Zombie Raising OH Nasty Natalie behind her taking a rope and choking her out, Lucenza takes a run AJA WITH A JAWBREAKER TO NATALIE AND DUCKS DOWN, LUCENZA GOES OVER HER AND OUT OF THE RING! AJA BOOTS HER OFF THE APRON BEFORE SHE CAN REACH TO ONE OF HER PARTNERS!

 

Marcus: Powerslam by Imogen to Iris, Imogen lifting Iris up for a dominator OH Lazer with a chop block takes Imogen's leg out from under her! Iris able to push down into a lateral press-

 

Zora: ONE! T-

 

Ash: Imogen kicks out, reaching for a tag to her corner, LoXo extends her hand, Iris cuts that off with a drop toe hold! Iris tag into PG-13, holds Imogen's arm and PG-13 with a jumping spinkick. PG-13 bulldog headlock to Imogen, tag into Anna Konda, Anna slides under the ropes and gets her knees up, Iris Stratusfaction into the knees! 

 

Valerie: This impeccable teamwork is why these four are the champs, and I predict they come out of this fully intact and still the champs. See, Anna pushing Imogen up, Lazer boots her back down over Anna's knees again and surfboard stretch! 

 

Marcus: Imogen able to reach the ropes easily, because that's what happens when you stay in your corner. Aja with a half-nelson suplex to Morgan pulls her off of Strong, that felt a bit on the petty side and loading up for the Zombie Raising STRONG PULLS THE BOOT AND DROP TOE TAKES AJA OFF HER FEET MORGAN BLASTS STRONG WITH A RUNNING SHOTGUN DROPKICK! 

 

Valerie: No good deed, I'll tell ya. 

 

Marcus: I don't know about that, Strong may have effectively saved Aja and thrown herself in the way of that dropkick, but she's been blasted into her corner and Blakk tags herself in, Blakk looking to springboard in LUCENZA INTERCEPTS HER WITH A SPRINGBOARD SPEAR MIDAIR! WHERE DID SHE COME FROM! 

 

Ash: I don't know but she's gonna need to tag if she wants to be in this for the long haul, mounted punches to Blakk, Blakk trying to push her off with her feet, finally successful and she staggers back, Blakk charges her but Lucenza catches her and a flapjack with authority! Reaching for the tag and the hand is slapped OH by Anna! Anna intercepts the tag and a ripcord knee to the ribs of Lucenza, Irish Whip into her corner, tag to Lazer, Lazer strangling Lucenza from the back and a BRUTAL knife edge chop by Anna! The recoil snaps Lucenza back, Inverted DDT by Anna, Lazer to the top rope and falls back in the Coffin Drop, or as she calls it, the Laze of Glory!! She rolls the legs up and away from the ropes for a pin-

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Lucenza Rossi is eliminated by Lazer! (1)

 

Kira Scene enters the match.

 

Marcus: First blood drawn and it is one of the Blonde Ambition ladies who are taking the walk back, Kira jumping in from the top, she goes for the lariat IS CAUGHT by Bex Blakk and into a gustbuster! Blakk reaches towards the rope for a tag, Kira with a drop toe hold and puts a crossface on her. Aja unloading on Maverick with headlock punches, takes Maverick by the scruff and runs her into the turnbuckle directly across. 

 

Ash: Aja tagging in Rica, Rica pulling Maverick to the top, Maverick replants her feet, back body drop! Tag to Guinevere, Maverick and Guinevere hit a double cutter on Rica Muerte, Guinevere with the roll-up but Aja read the tea leaves and elbow drop to break the cover, Zora still checking in on the crossface between Kira and Blakk and wasn't ready to count it anyway.

 

Marcus: Astounding lack of ring awareness by Guinevere. 

 

Valerie: Honestly they probably need more than one ref to manage this. 

 

Ash: Blakk barely managing to get to the ropes and out of the crossface, Kira with a big whip across the ropes and grabs Blakk back for a flapjack, but Blakk able to get to Bex Q with the tag before she gets planted!

 

Valerie: FINALLY! The only experienced one on the squad! Bex Q with a Bexploder to Kira! Kira trying to scramble to her corner for a tag, she sees the writing on the wall here, pulled back by Bex Q into a ripcord shoulder thrust, and a hammerlock DDT. She's trying to get the Dis-Arm-Her locked in, Kira desperately punching away at her and reaching for the tag, she gets it but Bex doesn't see it, Zora does though and calls Bex Q off the hold, wow she's actually operating within the guidelines I would have figured she would allow a free for all GINA THIESO IN AND FLIPS Q WITH A LARIAT! Scoops her up into a Powerslam! Wait when did PG get tagged in?

 

Marcus: I don't know but she leapfrogs Gina and tries to snatch the pin on Q!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO!

 

Ash: Q shoulders up, Gina yanks PG....RIPCORD URANAGE! IT'S A GOLDEN BULLET!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

PG-13 is eliminated by Golden Gun Gina Thieso! (1)

 

Iris Correa enters the match.

 

Marcus: Still early days, but the champs are now at a disadvantage. You don't want to be one of the first 2 teams completely wiped if you for some reason want to remain with this tyrant. 

 

Ash: Iris behind Gina, gets her into a Full Nelson. Bex Q with a headbutt to Rica, grabs the arm and hammerlock, spinning around and inverted DDT! Morgan with a running leg drop to add to Rica's woes, Imogen figuring where she wants to go, running boot to Gina! Iris keeps the hold in, Imogen off the ropes, leg lariat trying to take both of them out! Trying to pin them both, biting off more than she can chew and easily kicked out of. Imogen lifting Gina up in a Fireman's Carry and Samoan Drop, rolling back, Rica catches her into a Rear Naked. 

 

Valerie: Imogen fighting to her feet, it's a real struggle but she's able to get it going and backpack stunner takes Rica off! Bex Q taking a run and a knee shot to the face of Imogen, Rica struggling to her feet, using the ropes to pull herself up, Aja and Paulina reaching for a tag, Morgan boots her out of the ring and tag back to Guinevere, the Firebirds with a double inverted suplex to Q. Isabella not putting herself out there, Zora's stipulation putting a bit of a disadvantage to Asesinato, but I also get keeping the belt in-house.

 

Marcus: The only way to ensure that is for Isabella to not enter at all until 2 teams are completely wiped out. 

 

Ash: Q struggling to her feet, Imogen pulls her up quick and a belly to belly brings her right back down. The other Bexes reaching out for a tag, Q debating, taking a little too long, Imogen pulls the knucks from her hair and spins Bex around, stiff punch BEX DUCKS AND MANHANDLE SLAM! 

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Valerie: Lux in with the save! Rica heading back to her corner, she's looking clearly dazed, looking for the tag in, Halley and Jassy pull Aja and Paulina off the apron and Platinum pushes Isabella into the tag!! That's smart play by Sex Appeal and before Isabella can argue Guinevere yanks her in and over, snap suplexing her to the middle of the ring. Oh, the 5 around Isabella shooting each other looks, what could this mean? 

 

Ash: It means they want that title, all of them bouncing off the myriad ropes, 5-Way Rear View collision!!! Isabella gets absolutely sandwiched!!! And she just crumples. Guinevere going for the pin, Iris grabs her by the neck and tosses her out, Gina runs Iris out, Q with a lariat takes Gina out OH Gina grabs her arm they both go over, Imogen has a clear board and Mushroom Stomp to the throat of Isabella, she covers! Her teammates boot the rest of Asesinato off the apron, the cover-

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Isabella Van der Garde is eliminated by Imogen! (1) Imogen is the new Eurasian Champion!

 

 

Paulina enters the match.

 

Marcus: They tried so hard to protect her, only for her to get it from all ends and have a somewhat easy exit OH GINA ROLLS IMOGEN UP FOR THE PIN!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Imogen is eliminated by Golden Gun Gina Thieso! (2)

 

Lux Adora enters the match.

 

Ash: Thieso quick on the trigger, but you gotta imagine she's a little disappointed this wasn't Championship Scramble rules, Imogen leaves with the Eurasian Title. Lux hits with a Scottish Sickle to the back of Gina's head, big whip and Gina's caught by Iris, high angle belly-to-belly, she bounces off the mat and into the waiting arms of Bex Q, Bexploder! Bex holds the head of Gina down, tag in to Bex G, with a diving double knee onto the back of Gina. 

 

Marcus: She is in a lot of trouble here as she got passed along like a tithing basket. Paulina with an arm whip to G and locks in a Fujiwara to try to put her out of service. G struggling to the ropes, seems like she might be regretting this a little bit, reaching out, Strong gets the tag just barely and Strong with a running forearm shot to Paulina, Guinevere choking Iris out in the corner with her boot, tag in to Morgan and Morgan keeps the foot choke going. Paulina with an Olympic Slam to Lux, Lux quickly kips right back up into a backstabber, tag into LoXo, battle of the Indigenous Infidelities, LoXo with an arm-trapped dragon sleeper to Paulina, Paulina desperately trying to get to her corner, to the ropes, anywhere.

 

Valerie: Paulina still fairly fresh, she can fight herself out of this, come on Clark. Yes! She is able to get her knee up into the face of LoXo, another, LoXo gets the leg and Saito Suplex! Lo tags in Lux, Double Flatliner to Gina, Gina needs to get out of there. Paulina tries to charge them, she takes a double lariat! Lo leaves the ring, Lux with an Orton Backbreaker to Paulina, Gina crawls to the corner, tag in to Kira Scene. 

 

Ash: Kira taunts Morgan, Morgan takes the bait, Kira catches her out and Inverted Atomic Drop, snap DDT. Iris leapfrogs Morgan and floatover snapmare to Kira! Kira to her feet, Bex Strong ready for her and a leaping lariat, Lux tags into Keta Mean, Kira Irish Whipped by Strong and right in the path of Keta, Keta instinctively catches her into the Black Hole Slam, or as she calls it, the K-Hole! 

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Kira Scene is eliminated by Keta Mean! (1)

 

Nasty Natalie enters the match.

 

Marcus: Natalie into the ring, Paulina tags in Aja. Aja loads up the boot, Natalie eats a Zombie Raising!! 

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Nasty Natalie Portman is eliminated by Aja Lioness! (1)

 

Gina Thieso enters the match.

 

Ash: And just like that, Blonde Ambition is down 2 people and at their final stand. Gina Thieso is the only thing between them and dismissal from ZLI's bankroll. Gina has to hold on. Meanwhile Bex Appeal is still full-up as is Burning Bright. Iris tags in to Anna. Anna tackles Strong and unloading just punch after punch. Keta blasts Morgan with a running high knee, Aja catches her right out with a sitout powerbomb. 

 

Zora: ONE!

 

Valerie: Kick out by Keta, Morgan ready for some payback and pulls her into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Gina keeping herself a little away from the fray, she knows she has the team's success on her back. 

 

Marcus: Bex Strong giving chase to Gina, Keta tags in to LoXo! Lo with a half-nelson headlock to Morgan and launches her backwards with a suplex! Morgan to her feet and Lo dropkicks her into the corner! Tag in to Lux, up on the turnbuckle, Tower of Doom Suplex takes Morgan right back down and we're starting to have a more high octane elimination run here! This could be another one out!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Morgan Maverick is eliminated by Lux Adora! (1)

 

Kalpana enters the match.

 

Ash: Kalpana with a series of chops to Gina, Irish Whip and into a Sling Blade...sort of...into a Backbreaker. Even in this form, Kal is an innovator. 

 

Marcus: She really said "No one hides here." And I gotta respect it. 

 

Valerie: Kalpana shoves Gina into a middle turnbuckle. Kalpana to the top rope, bouncing a bit, double knee drop to the ribs. 

 

Ash: Lux charges Strong in the corner, tags Lo in, Lux lifts Strong up into a Powerbomb, Top Rope Splash takes Strong down, going for a pin-

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Marcus: Strong gets the shoulder up. Lo and Lux stomping out Strong, Zora reminding Lux that she's not the legal one, Paulina tagged in, she's lining up behind Lo, briefcase in hand, Lux points it out to Lo before she leaves, Lo with a Drop Toe Hold! Paulina falls face first on her own suitcase! LoXo locks in the Inverted Figure 4, oh she's bending and bridging to an STF of sorts! FOUR LOXO! Paulina was ready to tap even before the head was locked in and that just puts her out of it.

 

Paulina Clark is eliminated by LoXo! (1)

 

Rica Muerte enters the match.

 

Valerie: Asesinato is down to their original parts. The only team left in its full form is Bex Appeal but Kalpana looking to change that right now, Avalanche Moonsault Tombstone!!! NEPAL BEARER!!!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Bex Strong is eliminated by Kalpana! (1)

 

Bex G enters the match.

 

Marcus: Now all the teams have a dent in them, it makes this a little less of a foregone conclusion, Kalpana up to her feet and Bex G blasts her with a Shining Wizard. Kalpana trying to get to her feet but Rica and Anna ready with stereo Yes Kicks. Anna locking in the Anna Konda Vice, Rica moving her energies to LoXo, hops the ropes, tornado DDT and takes her off her feet. Gina pulls Bex G in for a Golden Bullet!! 

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Bex G is eliminated by Golden Gun Gina Thieso! (3)

 

Bex Q enters the match.

 

Ash: Bex Q like a Viking Ship on Fire, mowing down LoXo with a clothesline! Mowing down Gina with a boot! Mowing down Rica with a jumping forearm and steamrolling the Anna Konda Vice in the process! Hold broken, Kalpana fighting to her feet DIS-ARM-HER!!! KALPANA CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!!!

 

Kalpana is eliminated by Bex Q! (1)

 

Cassie Opia enters the match.

 

Marcus: Q refusing to break the hold, I think she may want to snap Kalpana's arm, but that gives Cassie an opening to absolutely mow her down with a basement lariat! Climbing back on top and just laying fist to face with abandon! Rica trying to go for the tag to Aja, Anna from behind with a Sleeperhold and Sleeper Suplex! Right into a Crossface! Lo whips Gina into the corner, tag to Lux, putting Gina up onto the corner and Double Superplex, Gina lands hard on her shoulderblades but rolling back up to her feet, double lariat takes both of them down! Sitting up on the top, Las Lujoras spring to their feet and Gina blasts them both down with a shotgun dropkick! 

 

Ash: She rolls back, into the waiting arms of Cassie and Full Nelson Slam! Cassie with her hands down, gives Lux a boost to go for the pin -

 

Zora: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Lux kicking out, rolling to the corner and tag to Keta Mean, Keta picking up speed and blasts Cassie into her corner, Guinevere tags herself in and Phoenix Splash from the top wipes Keta the hell out! Going for the pin-

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Keta Mean is eliminated by Guinevere! (1)

 

LoXo enters the match.

 

Ash: Keta was not expecting that turnaround, LoXo hammering Guinevere with quick fists, clearly unhappy, Irish Whip and blasts Guinevere with an arm drag, keeping the arm locked in and trying for a Fujiwara, OH Bex Q looking to get her other arm into an armbar, Guinevere backflips out and double arm wringer flip! Going for a run and SMASHED in the back by Jassy with a chair, she stumbles forward and Iris with the 20/20 Spinning Codebreaker! It's gonna be curtains for her! Wait, did you see Anna tag Iris in?

 

Marcus: Zora did.

 

Zora: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Cassie with a Moonstomp rescues Guinevere! Iris to her feet GINA THIESO WITH A GOLDEN BULLET!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Iris Correa is eliminated by Golden Gun Gina Thieso! (4)

 

Anna Konda enters the match.

 

Marcus: Gina's racking up the kills with four ANNA HAS THE SNAKE GLOVE! SHE SPINS GINA AROUND AND MANDIBLES IT! IT'S THE HISS!!! GINA IS FLAILING!!! GINA TAPS!!! THAT'S THE END OF THE BLONDES IN ZLI!!!

 

Golden Gun Gina Thieso is eliminated by Anna Konda! (1) Blonde Ambition is out!

 

Ash: Rica with the briefcase to LoXo!!! And she's got her covered!!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

LoXo is eliminated by Rica Muerte! (1)

 

Lux Adora enters the match.

 

Valerie: This is really picking up in intensity here! The hits keep on coming FLAMING KICK TO BEX Q! BEX BLAKK LEAPS IN FROM THE TOP TO STOP IT GUINEVERE CATCHES HER AND SCOOPS HER ON TOP OF Q! SHE'S PINNING THEM BOTH!!!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Ash: Is it going to be.... YES! Zora is counting both pins as legitimate! Bex Appeal is a one-night only affair!!

 

Bex Q AND Bex Blakk are eliminated by Guinevere! (2/3) Bex Appeal is out!

 

Marcus: So the remaining teams will get to stay in ZLI, Bex Q telling off her teammates and trying to plead her case with Lux Adora for VIP wait Bex spins her around, Flaming Kick by Guinevere to Lux!!! 

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Lux Adora is eliminated by Guinevere! (4) VIP is out!

 

Valerie: Bex Q is laughing at them, it's possible she wants to align herself with the Firebirds, but who really knows. What we do know is we're down to Rica and Aja, Anna and Lazer, Guinevere and Cassie. Anna, Guinevere, and Rica in the ring. Anna going for the Hiss on Guinevere, Guinevere blocks her arm and Rica kicks under it! Double suplex by Anna and Guinevere to Rica! Anna and Guin giving each other a look, criss-cross run, crossing a second time, they go for a double splash NO Anna catches Guinevere mid-air, Snakecharmer Elevated DDT! 

 

Marcus: Two crosses and a double-cross. That's the Snake for you. 

 

Ash: She lays Guinevere next to Rica... Taking herself off the ropes now...oh the Worm! And... Front Flip Senton! Gets them BOTH with The Slither and trying to get a strong advantage for Sex Appeal right here and now-

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Valerie: CASSIE OUT OF NOWHERE MOONSTOMP TO ANNA! She rolls out of the way and Anna is calling her into the ring! Be careful what you wish for... Cassie tags into the match and Guinevere rolls to safety, Anna goes ham on her punching her to the ropes, she ties Cassie in and gets brutal chops across her chest. Oh Halley wants to help! Halley on the apron with the chair and she swings CASSIE FLIPS OUT OF THE WAY ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND HALLEY SMASHES THE RIBS OF ANNA! CASSIE WITH A TOP ROPE CANADIAN DESTROYER! HALLEY IS FLABBERGASTED!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Anna Konda is eliminated by Cassie Opia! (1)

 

Lazer enters the match.

 

Marcus: Lazer shouting down Halley who looks completely distressed...she doesn't see Cassie tag to Guinevere, turns right into the Flaming Kick!! HALLEY COMET MAY HAVE JUST COST THE CHAMPS THEIR TITLE!!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Lazer is eliminated by Guinevere! (5) Sex Appeal is out!

 

Ash: Oh there's a BIG argument going outside the ring with Sex Appeal right now, Guinevere sees out of the corner of her eye that Rica is starting to rise, springboard off the corner and Poison Rana!! Hooks the leg-

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

Rica Muerte is eliminated by Guinevere! (6)

 

Aja Lioness enters the match.

 

Marcus: Guinevere has been an absolute beast in there ZOMBIE RAISING BY AJA!!!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Guinevere is eliminated by Aja Lioness! (2)

 

Cassie Opia enters the match. 

 

Ash: Our sole survivors! Aja Lioness and Cassie Opia! Aja has the boot ready for her OH SHE MISSES! CASSIE GETS HER LEG AND DRAGON LEG WHIP! Aja rolls up and jumping DDT! Trying to keep a headlock in, Cassie reverses into a Northern Lights Suplex!

 

Zora: ONE!

 

Valerie: Aja kicks. Aja and Cassie lock up, Aja with a quick snap suplex, Cassie rolls to her feet, grabs Aja by the hair and DRIVING her face into the turnbuckle! AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!

 

Marcus: Oh look, an old friend has come to join the fray. 

 

 

Ash: She must be getting a real sense of satisfaction seeing Aja's face being pulverized like this. 

 

Valerie: Yeah, real smug. Up to the top rope Cassie takes Aja, I think she may be setting up for a Constellation Prize here, WHOA RIRI JUST PULLED CASSIE'S LEGS DOWN! CASSIE GETS WISHBONED ON THE BUCKLE! THIS IS WILD! 

 

Marcus: RIRI NO!

 

Valerie: She's holding Cassie's legs, Aja with a Mushroom Stomp! Aja calls her into the ring... Riri holds Cassie in place ZOMBIE RAISING! Riri is wiping off her makeup with a rag....oh she shoves it in Cassie's mouth!! Aja with the pin!!!

 

Zora: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cassie Opia is eliminated by Aja Lioness! (3) Asesinato S.A. win!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners.... and the NEW Unstable Champions.... Aja Lioness, Rica Muerte, Isabella van der Garde, and Paulina Clark.... ASESINATO S.A.!

 

Riri is doing her makeup as the crowd boos, and fixing her hair a little. She enters the ring with a microphone, laughing viciously.

 

 

Riri: Oh BOOO. BOOOO. Shut the hell up. All this time... all this time, I've been trying to get you to eat the rich. Well guess what, dumbshits, I'm rich as fuck now. So you can all. EAT. ME.

 

She cackles as the boos get louder.

 

Riri: All this time I was mourning for someone I thought was a friend. And then I turned on a different promotion one day, and you know what I saw? A goddamn clown. I wasted my sympathy on a two-bit circus freak. And that's when I realized, Aja... you've been right all along. This was my sisterhood and I was too proud to see it. Thank you for welcoming me back, and congratulations on your well-earned, well-deserved, Goddess given RIGHT to be the Unstable Champions, and what's more, to be second in line behind Ms. Luthor herself.

 

Rica, my chica, we started this journey together, and I'm no longer angry. I'm so happy to be by your side, to be done with the high horse nonsense and be a ride or die bad bitch with the woman who never stopped wanting to be my bestie. 

 

Isabella, the darkness looks good on you girl. You've found people who embrace your witchy ways, and made you a rich witch in the process. No more moping at the stars, you just knocked them the hell out of the sky. 

 

And Paulina, fellow Tribal warrior... isn't it so much better to be with the winners where you belong, where we belong? Goddess, this is great, and it's time we got ours. 

 

And to all you people, who bought my shirts, who went out and wore my facepaint.... wow, you all look real dumb right about now, don't you. I mean, I may have had the bird on my face but you are all truly birdbrained. And now you birdbrained nobodies, give it up, for your UNSTABLE CHAMPIONS and the TOP OF THE FACTION FOOD CHAIN in this dump. ASESINATO S.A.!!!!

 

And one final thing, I've been telling you all from jump that Riri Tonu isn't my real name. Call me as I deserve to be called. Richelle Tori Numan. Learn it. Worship it. And choke on it.

 

She cackles one more time as she drops the mic and leaves with her new squad. 

 

Marcus: Well that's disappointing. 

 

Ash: It's the old saying. You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. And today, Riri has crossed that line.

 

Valerie: She's going to find that side of the fence much more rewarding, I think.

 

Marcus: Yeah well we'll see.

 

The light changes.

 

Vixxen Riot's music hits.

 

 

The crowd immediately reacts.

 

 

Vixxen bursts through the curtain, already bouncing and hopping down the ramp with an enormous grin on her face.

 

The Karaoke Championship is already resting proudly over her shoulder.

 

In her other hand, however, she is carrying something covered by a large black cloth.

Whatever is underneath is completely hidden.

 

Vixxen keeps glancing down at it.

Then at the crowd.

Then back at it.

 

She looks far too pleased with herself.

 

She reaches the ring.

Instead of immediately climbing in, she hops onto the apron, spins around once, and points at herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
HELLLOOOOOO, CANADA!

 

The crowd reacts.

 

Vixxen cups a hand around her ear.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I said... HELLOOOOOO, CANADA!

 

The crowd gets louder.

 

Vixxen nods approvingly.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
That's better.

 

She climbs into the ring.

 

She walks toward the center, still carrying the mysterious covered object.

She puts one hand on her hip.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Okay, first things first.

 

She points toward the Karaoke Championship resting on her shoulder.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I am still your Karaoke Champion.

 

She kisses the title.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Still fabulous.

 

She turns around.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Still beautiful.

 

She points toward herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Still the Chaos Queen.

 

The crowd cheers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
And still absolutely, ridiculously, spectacularly talented.

 

She pauses.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Obviously.

 

She looks around the arena.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
But tonight...

 

She slowly raises the covered object.

The crowd starts to notice.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I brought something.

 

She smiles.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Something very special.

 

She slowly walks toward the center of the ring.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Something shiny.

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Something beautiful.

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Something that is going to make all of you very, very happy.

 

She looks around.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Or very, very angry.

 

She shrugs.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Honestly, either one works for me.

 

She grabs the edge of the cloth.

The crowd starts cheering in anticipation.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Ladies and gentlemen...

 

She dramatically pauses.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I would like to introduce you to the newest championship in MAWL!

 

She rips the cloth away.

 

A completely new championship belt is revealed.

 

It is immediately obvious that the championship is homemade.

 

The pink material is uneven in places. The decorations are visibly hand-applied. The lettering is imperfect. It looks like someone spent hours making it herself and was absolutely convinced that the result was magnificent.

 

 

The centerpiece reads:

BREAKDANCE CHAMPION

 

The crowd stares.

 

Silence.

 

Vixxen looks at the belt.

Then at the crowd.

Then back at the belt.

 

She raises it above her head with the pride of someone who has just conquered an entire country.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
LOOK AT IT!

 

The crowd responds with a mixture of laughter, boos and confused cheers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL BABY!

 

She hugs the championship.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
ISN'T SHE GORGEOUS?!

 

She kisses the belt.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I MADE THIS!

 

Huge grin.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!

 

She proudly holds the championship up.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I CUT THINGS!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I GLUED THINGS!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I PAINTED THINGS!

 

She looks at the belt proudly.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I MAY HAVE LOST A LITTLE BIT OF SKIN MAKING IT...

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
BUT LOOK AT HER!

 

The crowd erupts in laughter.

Vixxen raises it again.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
And tonight...

 

She dramatically points toward the championship.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I am officially introducing the newest championship in MAWL!

 

The crowd immediately erupts.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
THE BREAKDANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

 

The crowd immediately erupts.

 

CROWD:
THAT'S NOT A THING!

 

Vixxen freezes.

 

She slowly lowers the championship.

 

Looks around.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
...Excuse me?

 

CROWD:
THAT'S NOT A THING!

 

Vixxen puts one hand on her hip.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
It is literally in my hands.

 

She holds the championship up.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
HOW IS IT NOT A THING?!

 

The crowd gets louder.

 

CROWD:
THAT'S NOT A THING!

 

Vixxen looks toward the commentary desk.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Ash! Tell them!

 

ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS:
Vixxen, I don't think—

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
NO!

 

She points dramatically.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Don't think.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Just say I'm right.

 

ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS:
You're holding a championship you made yourself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Exactly!

 

ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS:
That's not how championships work.

 

Vixxen stares at her.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
That's a very negative attitude, Ash.

 

Vixxen walks around the ring.

 

She looks at the championship.

Then at the crowd.

Then at the championship again.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Okay.

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Fine.

 

She nods.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
You know what?

 

She raises the microphone.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I don't need your approval.

 

Huge grin.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Because tonight...

 

She places the Breakdance Championship around her waist.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I am having an OPEN CHALLENGE!

 

The crowd cheers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Anyone!

 

She points toward the entrance.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Anybody!

 

She points toward the crowd.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Girl! Boy! Wrestler! Dancer! Mascot! Random guy selling nachos!

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I DON'T CARE!

 

She spreads her arms.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
COME AND TAKE MY BREAKDANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

 

She waits.

 

Nothing.

 

Vixxen smiles.

 

Five seconds.

Nothing.

 

Ten seconds.

Still nothing.

 

She starts nodding.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Okay.

 

She checks her wrist.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
They're thinking.

 

Another ten seconds.

Nothing.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
That's good.

 

She looks toward the entrance.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
They're probably scared.

 

The crowd laughs.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Understandable.

 

Another long pause.

 

Nothing.

 

Vixxen's smile slowly disappears.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
...Okay, this is taking longer than expected.

 

She looks toward the production area.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Is anybody coming?!

 

Silence.

 

Vixxen waits.

 

Still nothing.

 

She suddenly nods confidently.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Fine.

 

She raises the championship.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I hereby declare that I win by forfeit!

 

The crowd erupts in laughter.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
THAT'S RIGHT!

 

She points toward herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
NO OPPONENT!

 

Points to the championship.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
NO LOSS!

 

Raises the belt.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
NO PROBLEM!

 

She puts one foot on the middle rope.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
AND STILL...

 

She raises the Karaoke Championship with one hand and the Breakdance Championship with the other.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
YOUR KARAOKE AND BREAKDANCE CHAMPION...

 

She throws her head back.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
THE CHAOS QUEEN!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
VIXXXXEN RIOOOOOOT!

 

The crowd is absolutely losing it.

 

Vixxen lowers the microphone.

 

Then suddenly her eyes widen.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
WAIT!

 

She snaps her fingers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I know what I'm doing next!

 

The crowd cheers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Sink or Swim Rumble!

 

She starts pacing around the ring.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I enter!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I win!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
And then I get a championship match!

 

She starts counting on her fingers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Three championships!

 

She gasps.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
THREE!

 

She hugs herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Oh my God, I'm going to be SO annoying.

 

The crowd laughs.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I can't wait!

 

She turns toward the ring announcer's desk.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Sheri!

 

Sheri looks toward her.

 

Vixxen points.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Sheri! Announce me! I am officially entering the Rumble!

 

Sheri slowly gets up.

 

She walks toward the ring.

 

She climbs onto the apron.

Sheri leans toward Vixxen and whispers something into her ear.

 

Vixxen's expression slowly changes.

 

Confusion.

Then disbelief.

Then absolute horror.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
...What?

 

Sheri whispers again.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
No.

 

Sheri nods.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
No no no no no.

 

She grabs Sheri by the shoulders.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Say that again.

 

Sheri whispers.

 

Vixxen slowly turns toward the crowd.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
The Rumble is full?

 

The crowd cheers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
FULL?!

 

She looks offended.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
HOW CAN A RUMBLE BE FULL?!

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
It's literally a RUMBLE!

 

The crowd laughs.

 

Vixxen starts pacing.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Okay... okay... think.

 

She puts a finger against her temple.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Think, Lexi.

 

Beat.

 

Her eyes suddenly widen.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Bey Blaze.

 

The crowd reacts.

Vixxen slowly smiles.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Bey Blaze is in the Rumble.

 

She nods.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Yes.

 

She points toward the entrance.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
THAT'S IT!

 

Vixxen suddenly turns toward the camera.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
BEY BLAZE!

 

Huge pop.

 

She holds the Karaoke Championship up.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I challenge you...

 

Beat.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
TO A KARAOKE DUEL!

 

The crowd erupts.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
My Karaoke Championship...

 

She points at herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
against your spot in the Sink or Swim Rumble!

 

She nods confidently.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
Winner takes both!

 

She suddenly starts bouncing on her feet.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
COME ON!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
LET'S SING!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
LET'S DANCE!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
LET'S MAKE SOME NOISE!

 

Beat.

 

Vixxen suddenly points at herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
You may be the Beyoncé of MAWL...

 

She dramatically pulls the microphone toward herself.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
BUT HELL YEAH...

 

She throws her arms out.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
I'M SHAKIRA, BABY!

 

The crowd explodes.

 

Vixxen suddenly starts dancing.

She shakes her hips wildly.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:
LOCA! LOCA! LOCA!

 

She spins.

Drops suddenly.

Slides into a ridiculous breakdance move.

The crowd starts chanting.

 

CROWD:
VIXX-EN! VIXX-EN! VIXX-EN!

 

Vixxen pops back up.

She performs a quick kick-up.

Lands on her feet.

 

She points toward the entrance.

 

 

Bey: Girl. 

 

Bey laughs, shaking her head.

 

Bey: GIRL. 

 

She walks down the ramp, looking Vixxen square in the eye.

 

Bey: You wanna challenge ME to a sing-off. YOU. Wanna challenge. ME. 

 

Vixxen nods vigorously. 

 

Bey: This is gonna be the easiest belt I ever won. Alright. It's your dirge. 

 

Bey steps in the ring. 

 

Bey: I'll even let you start, since ain't no way you're following THIS up. 

 

The crowd claps. 

 

 

Sheri: The following is a Sing-Off! Both competitors will pick one song, and by the applause-o-meter, the winner will be the Karaoke Champion!

 

Bey: Pick something real good, so that I know I beat someone with a fighting chance.

 

Vixxen Riot puts her karaoke choice in the machine. On the screen pops-

 

 

Some , a very select few, cheer through this performance. Most boo.

 

Ash: This is both self-indulgent as hell and bad. Like "Trouble" bad. 

 

Valerie: I like "Trouble."

 

Marcus: You would. Anyway, who's clapping for this mess. 

 

Ash: Well, Vixxen Riot does have her family in the audience tonight.

 

Marcus: Well that's just cheating.

 

Cut to Vixxen's family, who are stonefaced.

 

Valerie: It's only cheating if they cheer. This is as much an advantage as weed is a performance-enhancing drug during a marathon.

 

Marcus: So those cheers are legitimate? 

 

Ash: Fraid so. 

 

The song finally, mercifully, ends. It rates a 25/100 on the applause-o-meter. Vixxen sticks her tongue out at the crowd. She "hands" the mic forcefully to Bey, punching into the windpipe with it in the process and causing her to gasp and wheeze.

 

 

The crowd claps along to the beginning, and the applause-o-meter begins to rise a little, causing Vixxen to worry.

 

When the words come onscreen, Bey begins to sing...

 

...but can only wheeze.

 

None of the words are hitting the microphone, and the crowd clapping starts to wane, with boos showering in. 

 

The applause-o-meter sinks dramatically, and Vixxen is pleased with the results and herself.

 

Marcus: I mean come on. She clearly rigged the game here.

 

Valerie: Champion's advantage, I guess? 

 

Ash: I don't really know how this is going to be gauged or determined other than the meter, which, right now looks bad for Bey. 

 

After about 2 minutes it becomes clear that Bey isn't going to be able to sing, as tears of embarrassment and rage singe her eyes. The music stops, and some applause still comes in... partially from sympathy, partially that it was still a better performance in some way. This ticks the applause-o-meter up to... 22. 

 

Marcus: This is gonna be a Skeleton Crew vs Girlz' Time situation again, isn't it.

 

Vixxen Riot wins by Applause-o-Meter.

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and still Karaoke Champion, Vixxen Riot.

 

Ash: You can tell that my poor wife hated everything that she just had to say. 

 

Marcus: This also means that Riot cheap-shotted her way into the Rumble. 

 

Valerie: Robertos has trained her well. 

 

Marcus: It's not gonna get any less cringey either, as we're just a step away from the Selfie Stick Match.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Selfie Stick Match! A selfie-stick is being placed on each turnbuckle to capture the match *sigh* live on the Gram. There is no disqualification, and falls will only count if they are live on one of the cameras! 

 

 

InstaGator walks out carrying her own Selfie Stick.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Key West, Florida, INSTAGATOR!!

 

She records herself walking down the ramp.

 

Ash: Her own Selfie Stick won't count in the cameras they have to stay in to record a pin.

 

Marcus: Well at least she won't get an advantage I guess. 

 

 

Vain Plato walks to the stage with a montage played on the Platotron5000 of Plato’s most beautiful posing moments.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Rome, Italy, weighing a very svelte 260 pounds of pure rippling muscle, the Beautiful One, VAIN PLATO!!

 

Plato turns his back to the crowd, the arena goes dark and a spotlight appears over him. Plato starts to muscle pose whilst holographic roses appear on the walls. Plato then walks to the ring and the lights turn back on and Plato stands in the center of the ring and begins to gyrate and blows a kiss at the camera.

 

Marcus: Clearly my cohorts have been stunned into silence. Personally, I don't see it. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: No, I'm not taken in. I zone out during the entrance. They're both spending the time to admire themselves, which I wish I was surprised. Insta is going to break her trance first, grabs her own selfie stick and wraps it around Vain's waist, Backcracker! And trying to get it into a Surfboard submission, but Vain is too slippery and slides under the bar. Pulls her up by the stick, rib kick, scooping up and a Powerslam! Yanks the Stick from her, stomps to her midsection... and of course, he just has to take a selfie.

 

Valerie: That's Insta's personal phone, and she's gonna have that memory on it now. Classic. And he jabs the dull end of the stick into her ribcage and pushing down, she tries to sweep him down with her tail but he deftly jumps it OH but he wasn't expecting her to come the other way, successful trip, to her feet and preparing to bouncer throw him out of the ring! 

 

Marcus: That would also take him out of the view of the cameras, she chooses to do it anyway and adjusting the camera as he tries to figure out where he ended up but she's losing precious time adjusting properly and he's making his way back to his feet... oh he's found a...mirror? Not the specific match type but not too bad and Insta is so focused on the camera that she's not seen him slip away. Ego is a dangerous thing. 

 

Valerie: See this is smart. Standing behind a mirror means your opponent only sees themselves. 

 

Ash: Must be killing Vain to be on that side of the mirror, but you do what you gotta to win and he smashes her in the head with it! Quick readjustment of the phone that was going to look outside, kiss to the camera, he grabs her feet and dragging her to the center of the ring. 

 

Marcus: See what I don't get is that you can do a lot of damage with the camera not on you, why is it important for them to be on camera and I just realized who I was talking about nevermind. Snap powerslam by Vain, he's walking around the ring and lowering the sticks a little I wonder what he's got going on...ohhh he's got her by the hair and running her head into the buckle oh that's a fun closeup of Insta. Into the catercorner buckle, taking the tour of the buckles and Insta's just looking more and more smashed. 

 

Valerie: Vain pulling out a Selfie Stick, spinning it around like a baseball bat, oh that's more of a golf slice and uppercuts Gator with the stick! Spinning it around and smashes her in the back with it, pulling her in and up... going for the Jackhammer, and he's taking a moment to give a finger gun and wink to one of the cameras and that's enough for Insta to slide behind him and Full Nelson Suplex! She locks in the Britt Baker special the Lockjaw, and Vain Plato is struggling but he's smart, he's crawling outside of the line of sight of the cameras so she won't get the tap unless she can pull him back OH he bites her hand! 

 

Ash: She shakes her hand off and he's got the Pumphandle in... MERCHANDISE!

 

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Vain Plato wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, The Beautiful One, Vain Plato!!

 

Ash: Fine, I have to give him this win. Not going to make him less irritating, that's for sure.

 

Valerie: So we move right along, and the next match is going to be for a shot at the XXX Title, I think! Yes, it's the Ultimate X match! Here come the Strings!

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is the ULTIMATE X MATCH! The only way to win is to climb one of the steel cables and dismount with the X in hand, maintaining control of the X when both feet touch down on the mount. And the winner will challenge for the XXX Title at Fallout!

 

 

Skye Blue storms out to boos. 

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From Chicago, Illinois, representing Zora Luthor International and its subsidiary Sex Appeal, SKYE! BLUE!

 

She shakes her butt a little on the ramp then walks down. 

 

Ash: She first embraced the darkness in her last federation, and now has been there for Sex Appeal and her aggression has just gotten more intense and vicious. 

 

Marcus: Yeah, but she hasn't quite yet gotten the respect. Jassy is designating her the belt holder. So it'll be an interesting power struggle if it's the two of them.

 

She grabs the camera and yells into it, telling everyone to kiss her ass. 

 

Valerie: If she wins, I'm sure she'll rise in the estimation of Jassy, but you're right that it'll be a bit awkward for them to get into the ring together as competitors.

 

 

Screech is driven to the ring in a Rolls-Royce.

 

 

Sheri: Next! From Malloy Thunder Dojo, weighing 275 pounds, SCREECH!

 

In the ring, Screech bounces up and down with anticipation.

 

Valerie: Interesting, going from a fancy car to bouncing like a fan boy, but go off I guess. 

 

 

He descends from the high South Wales valleys, he can hear Jo Hendry singing in the back ground ‘Say his name and he appears, we believe in Welsh Gav’

 

He stares down his opponent. Puts on his luche libre mask decked out in the Welsh flag 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 colours and becomes

 

 

Sheri: From Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 269 pounds, DEDO APESTOSO DEEEE LAAAAAA MUERTE!!!

 

Dedo walks pointing to the opponents in the ring so far, doing the Chicken Dance intermittently. 

 

Crowd: CHICKENS! CHICKENS! CHICKENS!

 

Marcus: He's about to walk into a match with some dangerous people. Getting the crowd to call them Chickens is... I respect the hell outta it, but Dedo's gonna be in for a rough one.

 

He rolls into the ring and does the Chicken Dance a little more and then a superhero pose.

 

 

90’s themed lighting flashing around the arena. A large purple VF fills the titantron with 90’s confetti graphics behind it. As the music hits Vicky comes skipping out wagging her finger.

 

 

Sheri: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, VICKY FLASH!

 

Marcus: So I guess Pittsburgh is to XHW as Philly was to ECW?

 

Ash: Once upon a time. I think they now operate out of a refrigerator warehouse in like Duluth or something.

 

Valerie: They operate out of here now, because MAWL shat the bed at Heart Condition.

 

Marcus: At least the fans are warming up a bit to Vicky Flash.

 

Valerie: Because you can't be sad or angry when Pump Up the Jams plays. That's just a scientific fact. 

 

 

As the lights drop, the arena is plunged into darkness, the only illumination coming from pulsating neon strobes flashing in sync with the beat of his entrance theme. A slight fog rolls across the stage, shrouding the entranceway in a hazy glow.

 

As the beat drops, the titantron lights up with a mesmerizing display of neon dragons swirling around each other, twisting and coiling in an endless cycle of movement, their glowing bodies pulsing in rhythm with the music.

 

After a few moments, Neonyx Notorio steps onto the stage with an undeniable aura of confidence, his movements slow and deliberate as he surveys the crowd, drinking in his own self-importance.

 

 

Sheri: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Neon Dragon, NEONYX! NOTOOOOORIO!

 

He walks arrogantly down the ramp, exuding an air of untouchable charisma, taking calculated pauses to turn his head and scan the audience as if basking in his own greatness.

 

Valerie: He should probably win a few more before having this level of cockiness. 

 

Marcus: I hate that you're right.

 

As he reaches the ring, he effortlessly jumps onto the apron before quickly rushing up the turnbuckle. Standing tall, he places his hands behind his back, scanning the crowd as if daring them to match his energy. Without hesitation, he front flips off the turnbuckle, landing with a smooth roll into a kneeling position on one leg. He bows his head into his balled fist before slowly looking up and pointing at everyone currently in the ring before finally standing and adjusting his gloves, fully in his element.

 

 

Arena dims to black. A single beam of blue light hits the stage as XEL emerges slowly.

 

 

Sheri: From Aurora Valley, weighing in at-

 

The lights suddenly go red and-

 

 

Ash: NUCLEAR WAR ORDER HAS SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT! They are laying the slam in a southward trajectory on XEL! 

 

Marcus: Nero has a petty beef with this man, this is the second time that he's absolutely taken him out of a match, and this time it's a 5 on 1 beat down! 

 

Valerie: They're dragging XEL away and I think he's probably out of this match-oh wait, the entrance appears to be blocked by... that Damian Blackheart?

 

 

Marcus: Not unless Damian de-aged and got a sexy hair transplant. Maybe his son? Or maybe a Crow-like situation where Damian like killed someone in his life.

 

Ash: Well, whoever he is, he just throat punched Martigon and whipped him into Corrigan. Oh he's smashing their heads together. He is rescuing XEL? Or maybe he has a bone to pick with someone on this stage.

 

Loc-Gnar leaps off Martigon and plants his foot into Corrigan's face, Focus! 

 

Marcus: Oh wait, no, I recognize that move! FOCUS! LOC-GNAR IS IN THE HOUSE!

 

Valerie: XEL escapes and is heading towards the ring and this match! 

 

Ash: Loc-Gnar is also heading to the ring, I think he may have just inserted himself into this contest.

 

Marcus: We've still got two people who haven't come in yet who-

 

 

The lights go red and gold as a chandelier lowers at the entrance. Red and gold steam rises from the entrance. Tragedeigh emerges, standing on the chandelier.

 

 

Sheri: From Edina, Minnesota, representing La Sangre Maldita.... the Red Queen... TRAGEDEIGH!

 

Ash: Wow. That is a bit extra for a multi-person match entrance.

 

Valerie: She probably knows that she won't otherwise stand out. That's the thing about AC-TORS, the only thing they bring to the table is presentation, and you otherwise have to feed them their lines.

 

Tragedeigh brushes her cape back dramatically as she walks down the ring. 

 

Ash: I've been announcing her since she started here and she has much more ring skill than you might expect at first glance. 

 

She dramatically shoots her arms upward and the spotlight focuses on her as the lights dim. She walks with poise into the ring. She bows dramatically and the lights return to normal.

 

 

The lights become a tan color with brown swirling imagery. Cinnaman comes out to a huge pop.

 

 

Sheri: And finally! From the Cinnamon District, weighing in at 248 pounds, CINNAMAN! 

 

Cinnaman runs down the ramp, high fiving everyone as he goes. 

 

Marcus: EVERYONE is digging Cinnaman's vibe, they're clearly rooting for him in this fight. 

 

Valerie: Where the hell is the "Cinnamon District" though? Is this like the Wonka Factory?

 

Cinna slides into the ring and backflips in the center.

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: This 8-person match is now a 9-person match with the inclusion of Loc, and having an odd number of people in a match where you need to get away adds a whole element of truly needing to have one eye always on the prize. It's not an even pair-off where everyone will always be accounted for. 

 

Valerie: Unless you team off, like XEL and Loc seem to be up front, XEL with a jumping roundhouse and Loc with a southpaw roundhouse kick to Neo. So much for being heroes.

 

Marcus: Not a bad thing to have an ally.

 

Valerie: Won't last though.

 

Ash: Tragedeigh and Cinna in a grapple situation, Trag struggling to maintain her footing and Cinna with a judo arm flip. Trag rolls to her feet and Cinna blasts her right down with a high angle dropkick. Dedo with a swinging neckbreaker to Skye Blue. Screech and Vicky Flash blasting each other with chops, Vicky grabs Screech's arm and a twist, pulling him down a tic and Axe Kick! She takes off and coming off the rope, keeps Screech down with a bulldog. Screech back to his feet, Vicky going for it again and this time he's ready for her, tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! 

 

Marcus: Dedo leapfrogs Screech and elbow drop to Vicky. Cinna leapfrogs Screech and leg drop to Vicky. Screech getting a little tired of letting this pass, XEL attempts to leapfrog but this time Screech catches him out and powerbombs him on top of Vicky. Loc with his arms around the waist of Screech, German Suplex! Catching Skye Blue going for a Tijeras, pop up powerbomb to her! Neonyx blasts Loc in the back with a Dropsault, into the arms of arms of Tragedeigh who blasts him with a High Angle Belly to Belly! 

 

Ash: Everyone just piling on each other, it's utter chaos, Neo taking the run and cartwheel into a handspring kick to XEL, XEL pushed back and Neo going for the Cutter but XEL doesn't come down with him and Neo lands on his own. XEL keeps it going, springboard into the corkscrew senton! Skybound Surge!

 

Valerie: I do have to give it to him, he doesn't seem to have lost too much of a step from the beatdown, but his light is gonna go out sooner rather than later I think, Screech boots him down pretty quickly. I notice that people are by and large too cowardly to climb the ropes that lead to the X. 

 

Marcus: It's a numbers game, Val. The more people around you, the more can pull you down. You'd be smart to clean out the ring a bit before you go up. 

 

Valerie: I disagree. The fewer people in the ring, the more attention you get on you. 

 

Ash: Well, Screech scoops up XEL and scoop slams him but eats a big dropkick from Neonyx, Neonyx turns around and Loc is ready for him with a Crane Kick OH he leaves himself open for a low blow by Skye Blue! Skye with the Irish Whip sends Screech off the ropes, Screech dutifully returning and Skye with Cazadora Armbar, ducks the spinkick from Cinna and low blow to him too, she takes a run, jumping up and Canadian Destroyer to Cinna!

 

Valerie: This is exactly why Sex Appeal took her on. She was an Indie Darling and she's got star potential up the wazoo. She is just owning everyone. 

 

Marcus: What she is NOT doing is paying attention to above her, Dedo and Tragedeigh are starting on the wires, heading towards the X, XEL jumping from the turnbuckle and dropkick to Dedo! Vicky Flash throws herself with abandon at Tragedeigh with a cross-body! Neonyx rolls out of the ring and going shopping under the apron, Skye throws herself over the rope and Sunset Flip Powerbomb to Neonyx! She completes his shopping trip and pulls out a table, slides it into the ring and Neonyx gets up before she can follow the table and headscissors takedown! Neo gets himself up to the apron, waiting for Skye to get a little bit up, Skye starts to move and Neo going for the springboard VICKY FLASH DROPKICKS HIM OFF THE ROPE! SHE RUNS BACK AND CROSS BODY TO THE OUTSIDE! SHE WIPES OUT SKYE AND NEO! Hell yah!

 

Ash: Loc on the wires, making his way to the X, Tragedeigh setting up the table, she's yanking Dedo by the mask and setting him up on the table. Cinna going to the top, looks like he's gonna try to take Loc off the top, going for a Spear and Loc sees him coming, catches him with his legs mid-air! That's CRAZY HE COMES DOWN IN THE PEDIGREE AND MAKES IT THROUGH THE TABLE! DEDO AND CINNAMAN EAT WOOD! BLOCKBUSTER BY TRAGEDEIGH TAKES LOC DOWN, SHE'S TRYING TO MAKE A MOUNTAIN OUT OF THEM TO GET TO THE X QUICKER! 

 

Marcus: Isn't the ONLY rule that you have to go by wire? 

 

Valerie: Oh don't be a prude.

 

Marcus: I don't think that- well, it doesn't matter anyway, Neo on the apron and successfully throws a chair at Tragedeigh stopping her in her tracks, Tragedeigh picking the chair up I'm not sure that's the smartest plan-NEONYX SPRINGBOARD DROPKICKS THE CHAIR INTO HER FACE!

 

Ash: Neo keeps running and springboarding up to the metal wire, and Loc makes it to his feet, he leaps from the other direction and gets the foot ready for Focus!! Takes Neo right down, the two tumbling to the outside. Skye Blue up to the wire and she's the closest we've gotten to the X. 

 

Valerie: I think she might be able to do it, she's so close to unhooking the X...

 

 

Ash: Sex Appeal guarding the corners, dealing with everyone, protecting the ring and just tossing the other competitors out... everything is legal here! This is a real clear run for Skye Blue, she unhooks the X and she just has to make it down.

 

Valerie: You can do it!

 

Ash: She jumps down-

 

 

Marcus: RED GHOST CATCHES HER BEFORE HER FEET TOUCH THE GROUND! POWERBOMBS HER AND AS LONG AS HER FEET DON'T TOUCH SHE DOESN'T WIN! RED GHOST GETS HER IN THE GHOST RIDER!! 

 

Valerie: Sex Appeal thought they were done with this nonsense!

 

 

Ash: Jassy into the ring and she just has to get Skye's feet to touch with the X in her hands...

 

 

Marcus: JAMIE THROWS HER SISTER OUT OF THE RING AND GRABS THE X FROM SKYE BLUE! LUSTRESS JAMIE'S GOT THE X AND BOTH FEET ARE ON THE MAT! The ref counts it!

 

Lustress Jamie wins!

 

 

Ash: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... LUSTRESS JAAAAAMIE!

 

 

Valerie: Oh no. What is about to happen.

 

 

DA: So interesting conundrum we got here. Interesting indeed. Cause Jamie, you weren't in the match. BUT, you technically did fulfill the win condition. And because our theme here is Trouble at Home, it got me thinking... instead of you getting your shot at Fallout, why don't we just go ahead and give you your shot tonight. And since Bloodstar is 5 people... and Aztec went and enrolled Manta Ray in the Sink or Swim Rumble... Jamie, you'll be taking Manta's spot in the Bloodstar.

 

Ash: Manta gets screwed out of a title shot AGAIN.

 

Jassy looks STEAMED. The crowd is also mad, on behalf of Manta Ray.

 

DA: And Manta, I know you're back there... here's what's gonna happen. September 7, the people who were SUPPOSED to be in this match will compete again in a Battle Royal and I will include in this also Loc-Gnar and ONE member of Nuclear War Order. Unless you win Sink or Swim, the winner of that will fight you the following week for a shot at the XXX title at Fallout. Let it never be said that I'm not fair. And IF anyone in this setup decides they wants to lay hands on anyone else before said match, then they will be replaced without bias, mercy or quarter.

 

The crowd murmurs and everyone in the ring disperses. 

 

Ash: Our card for September 7 is getting more and more intense. 

 

Marcus: In the meantime, we got a huge card still ahead of us. Two absolute icons of Japanese wrestling are about to take to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: The following is an I QUIT match! 

 

 

Asuka comes out with her mask on mimicking a bird flying and gliding.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Osaka, Japan, the Empress of Tomorrow....ASUKA!!

 

Asuka continues "flying" as she walks down the ring, occasionally high fiving a fan.

 

Marcus: Asuka is very comfortable in the light and the dark, and these fans should be very fortunate where she wants to be right now.

 

Asuka jumps to the top turnbuckle and takes her mask off, basking in the fans' adulation and rocking out with them. 

 

 

Mayu Iwatani comes out already ready to argue with the fans.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Mine, Yamaguchi, Japan, representing the Goddesses of Stardom, the Black Lotus, MAYU IWATANI!

 

Mayu leans over the barricade as she intensifies an argument with a fan, screaming in Japanese before laughing at the fan and walking to the ring.

 

Ash: I remember when she was a sweet caring woman but Maki gets into your ear and can really make things bad in your brain.

 

Mayu enters the ring. Asuka stares her down.

 

Marcus: And we have hired a referee full-time who also speaks Japanese, and she will be calling this one as her first match.

 

 

Valerie: I expect she'll call this down the middle. I hope I'm wrong.

 

The bell rings!

 

Marcus: IMMEDIATELY Asuka gets her with the green mist, and charging in with loaded punches, just flailing both fists into the face of Mayu. Asuka pulls Mayu up by the bun, just runs her into the turnbuckle and aggressive fists, Irish Whipping to the other corner and running full force, Mayu ready for her and hops behind her, Asuka stops herself before crashing but Mayu jumps up and smashes her into the buckle with a double knee strike, Asuka bounces back and backstabber by Mayu, Asuka startled, Mayu with a springboard rolling arm drag! Asuka rolling right to her feet, ducks the spin kick, headscissors takedown.

 

Ash: These two move with such speed that you're bound to miss a moment if you try to dig too deep, Asuka with an Inverted DDT, Mayu trying to rise to her feet and Asuka just continues to blast her with repeated head kicks and a high speed roundhouse! Asuka locks in a dragon sleeper, Ellen has the microphone.

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Mayu: Īe.

 

Valerie: Ellen motioning to continue the match, Mayu fighting to her feet and look at the reach of her leg to be able to reach Asuka's head from that position, and another kick, Asuka breaks the hold and tries to lock the arm of Mayu, Mayu with the flip and judo arm flip, springboard and a moonsault, Mayu now with the head grab and dragging Asuka to the ropes, and putting her neck over the bottom rope. Mayu launches herself over the rope and senton to the head of Asuka! And she now just sitting on Asuka's neck choking her out. Ellen takes the mic-

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Asuka: Īe.

 

Ash: Ellen motioning the match to continue, Mayu going for the Bronco Buster just increasing the ropeburn on the neck, oh Asuka moves and Mayu slides down off the ring! Asuka clearly hurting on her throat but refusing to spend too much energy on that, quick run back and going for the baseball slide but even that was too much time and Mayu sidesteps! She drags Asuka out by the legs and pulls her out to the floor, Asuka with a drop toe hold, she grabs her mask off the apron and presses it on Mayu's face smothering her! It's a form of Crossface and Mayu is flailing!

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Mayu: muffled Īe.

 

Marcus: Mayu trying to pry the mask off her face, pushes back and a back elbow to the chin of Asuka, able to get out, flips her over on the floor, sliding behind her and German Suplex! Mayu peeling up the mat, exposing the concrete, she wants this to hurt and hurt bad. Pulling Asuka up, Tombstones her onto the Concrete! Picking her up by the head and snap DDT onto the concrete. 

 

Valerie: She knows how to bring the damage. And look, she's going under the ring, pulling out a chair. Classic, if I do say so myself. 

 

Ash: Opening the chair up, she's dragging Asuka by the hair and sticking the head through the hole... loading herself back, running the boot forward and kicking the back of the chair! The chair closes on Asuka's neck! Mayu grabs the legs of the chair and SLAMMING down the chair on the concrete! And again! This is just full on brutality! Up to the apron and DIVING MUSHROOM STOMP! SHE'S STANDING ON THE BACK OF THE CHAIR AND ASUKA IS FLAILING!!

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Asuka: Ichido mo nai!

 

Marcus: Asuka grabbing at the ankles of Mayu, she's bloodied and she doesn't give a shit, drags Mayu down! Asuka wipes her blood off her face and she's RUBBING it in the eyes of Mayu! Asuka struggling to get the chair off her neck, Mayu trying to wipe that out of her eyes, that's just unsanitary. Asuka successfully getting the chair off of herself and smashes it in the back of Mayu's head. Mayu staggering forward, Asuka pulls her back by her head and Inverted DDT straight onto the chair. Asuka locking in the Dragon Sleeper again-

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Mayu: Ore no ketsu demo name tero!

 

Some Japanese crowd members gasp.

 

Ash: Asuka holds her up, onto the shoulder in a Fireman's Carry, taking a run and Jumping Samoan Drop through the Japanese table! 

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Mayu: Sakuban, anata no okāsan wa akiramenakatta. Dakara, watashi mo akiramenai.

 

Japanese Announcers: Nante keshikaran kotodeshou!

 

Valerie: Asuka is angry, she is frustrated, she knows low key that she's not going to win. Asuka gets the head of Mayu and scoop slam! Mayu still laughing at her, Asuka screams and just mounting her with fists!!! Headbutts!!! And Mayu STILL laughing, she fights to her feet and charges Asuka into the steps at full speed! The steps shake and Mayu does it again!!! This time they're completely dislodged!!! 

 

Ash: Bridging Dragon Suplex to Asuka on the bottom half!! Mayu takes the top half and lifting over the head...DRIVING IT DOWN ON ASUKA'S HEAD!!! SHE BENDS HER OVER THE BOTTOM STEP AND SITS ON THE TOP HALF, THIS IS TOO MUCH!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!!

 

Marcus: Asuka is being bent down like a waterslide!! 

 

Ellen: Yameru nodesa ka?

 

Asuka: HAI! HAI! HAI!

 

Ellen calls for the bell.

 

Mayu Iwatani wins!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, MAAAAAYU IWATANI!!! 

 

Ash: The bell is ringing but Mayu isn't getting up!! The refs are telling Mayu to get up and she just yawns and lays back!! Asuka is in a TON of pain right now and Mayu doesn't even seem to think the punishment is over!! Okay, NOW she comes off but with a yawn and stretch. 

 

Marcus: Just unbothered.

 

Valerie: True queen.

 

Ash: I'm being told there's some happenings-on going backstage in the XHW suite before the Table Tag Match.

 

 

The camera fades in on the inside of the Xtreme Society locker room. There is a gathering of wrestlers by the entrance, waiting to be called one by one into the office. Several notable figures stand out of the crowd; Parker Johnson can be seen charismatically talking up the Dismal duo, Firefox and Blazen are complimenting each other's looks, Vic Jagger is teaching Capybara some of his famous (or infamous) dance moves. Dante scans the group, still skeptical of this whole situation. Victoria stands beside him, going over her notes on her tablet.

 

Dante: I still don’t get it.

 

Victoria: What? Interviewing? It’s really simple see we ask them a bunch of questions-

 

Dante puts his hands up quickly out of equal frustration and impatience for her sarcasm.

 

Dante: The recruiting at all. It’s not the first time we’ve been outnumbered but we’ve never been outmatched.

 

Victoria: and if you want that to continue to be the case, we need a few extra hands. It’s not unlike DJ to want to expand operations. How else do you think D.O.A made it into Xtreme Society before, and you’ve been our best addition to date!

 

A slight blush pokes out past his bandana as he looks away.

 

Dante: Fair enough…

 

His gaze casts out to the crowd of wrestlers again.

 

Dante: I just don’t know who of these guys I can really trust.

 

Victoria puts her hand on his shoulder

 

Victoria: You don’t gotta trust any of em right now. Just DJ and his judgement.

 

 

Before Dante can respond, Ryan Hellcat comes storming out of the office backwards with both middle fingers aimed into the room.

 

Ryan Hellcat: Screw you too you stupid bum.

 

He turns and marches his way toward the exit, wrestlers moving out of his way. As he nears the exit he looks over at Gabby Devine.

 

 

Ryan Hellcat: Cmon Gabby, let’s blow this dumpster fire.

 

Gabby shrugs and skips her way to his side, waving at all the other wrestlers.

 

Gabby Devine: Bye new friends! Don’t forget to follow me on IG.

 

 

Defjam walks out of the office just as the duo make their way through the doors.

 

Defjam: Alright then. Having had the chance to speak with all of you, I’ve made my decision.

 

He looks down at his notebook.

 

Defjam: Velvet Voltage, Blazen, Firefox, Johnny and Kevin Dagger, Vicky Flash, The Dismal Duo, Phoebe Black, and Lightning Lenny Cruz. Congratulations, you guys made the team. Everyone else, better luck next time.

 

The un-selected wrestlers start to make their way to the exit, while those chosen begin to celebrate. All except Vic Jagger, who watches his new dance partner, Capybara, making his way to the exit with his head down low. Victoria notices Capybara leaving as well with a frown on her face and leans toward Defjam.

 

Victoria: Are you actually going to reject an adorable Capybara from being on our team knowing how much your sister loves them?

 

Defjam: You can’t be serious. He's not a pet, he'd be a teammate!

 

Victoria: But he’s sooooooo cute! AND I’ve seen him wrestle plenty of times to know he’d be an asset to the team.

 

Defjam looks to Dante who nods.

 

Dante: The rodent can scrap, not gonna lie bossman.

 

Defjam sighs deeply before looking to the exit.

 

Defjam: Capybara.

 

Capybara turns, tail partially tucked.

 

Defjam: Welcome to the team, just don’t make me regret this.

 

Vic Jagger: AWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAH BABY

 

Vic Jagger runs up to Capybara and lifts him up into a bear hug with Capybara purring slightly while also trying to get down.

 

Defjam: Alright alright, settle down guys. Tonight several of us are either defending or fighting for gold. Normally, I’d say this is a night about proving yourselves but there’s more to it than that. Tonight we need to prove to each other that we will have each other’s backs out there. You’re not just joining a stable, you’re joining a family. A family that has a huge target on it’s back with enemies on all sides.

 

Dante: Exactly how it should be!

 

Dante’s words inciting cheers from the more rowdy of the new recruits.

 

Defjam: Velvet Voltage, you’re going up first-

 

Vic Jagger: And I’m gonna rip the head off that unholy bastard.

 

Parker Johnson: You seriously gotta let it go man. He's definitely not worth the spike in your blood pressure.

 

Phoebe Black tilts her head at her new comrades.

 

 

Phoebe: What exactly is the beef between you two? I mean you almost you showed everyone at Heart Condition that it's on sight between you too. Seems like it's really serious.

 

Vic goes to respond but Parker steps in front of him with his hands up.

 

Parker: Uh uh, not before the match. We’ll be here all day.

 

Defjam nods in agreement, with Phoebe reluctantly relenting her questioning.

 

Defjam: There will be plenty of time for you guys to get better acquainted and talk backstories. But right now the focus should be settling in and getting ourselves ready to fight.

 

Vicky Flash raises her hand, Defjam turns to her, resisting the urge to sigh.

 

 

Defjam: What’s up Vicky?

 

Vicky Flash: Do we all need to yell Xtreme all the time or is there room for creative input?

 

Defjam: That’s just a me thing, you guys are free to still be yourselves. If you want to represent, you can just make the X or wear a tee shirt or something.

 

Capybara immediately crosses his arms above his head, prompting the rest of the stable to follow suit

 

Blazen: Hell Yeah, Team Xtreme!

 

The camera fades to black as the room is filled with cheers and excitement.

 

 

The camera quickly cuts to the disgruntled German wrestler Psycho Extreme leaning against the hallway wall on the other side of the room, arms folded tightly across his chest.

 

Psycho Extreme: Hmph… interesting selection. Seems strange ja, to go searching for Xtreme and forget about the most extreme person under this roof . Almost offends me with a blasphemous use of the word extreme for such zahames Kind. Like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of the weak, low energy team Xtreme hahaha

 

Psycho Extreme gives a low, hollow chuckle as the camera slowly fades to black.

 

 

Int. Hallway

 

Four Jassys walk down the hall excitedly gabbing.

 

Wait.

 

Jassy doesn't dress like that anymore.

 

And she's not 4 people.

 

I think?

 

Yeah.

 

 

Sister Sammi: Are you sure that we shouldn't have done the bobs?

 

Sister Taylor: No. It's too much. We're not trying to scare her away, girls.

 

Sister Kayla: Right. The outfits are tight as hell, I'm sure she's gonna rock with us.

 

Sister Megan: But if she wants the bobs- Sister Taylor: Oh yeah then we totally do the bobs.

 

Sister Kayla: But let's focus up.

 

Sister Sammi: Right. "We think that Sex Appeal is fine but remember how amazeballs you were as-"

 

Sister Kayla: Does anyone say amazeballs anymore?

 

Sister Megan: "Remember how awesome you were as The Sassy One? Because we do, and we want you back and are willing to die for you to get you back."

 

Sister Taylor: "Or kill for you. That's also cool."

 

Sister Megan: Pitch good?

 

All Sisters: Sassy and Classy.

 

They put their hands together in a sort of high five-ish, then continue to walk when they cross paths with Bianca Diaz, who is clearly eye-ing them down.

 

 

They put their hands together in a sort of high five-ish, then continue to walk when they cross paths with Bianca Diaz, who is clearly eye-ing them down.

 

Bianca: Only thing worse than cosplayers is outdated cosplayers.

 

Megan prepares to swing on her but Taylor holds her hand up.

 

Sister Taylor: You're one of the first.

 

Bianca: Okay, alien puta, what are you blabbing about?

 

Sister Sammi: One of the first to bring Jassy away from the Great Sassiness.

 

All Sisters: in wonder The Great Sassiness.

 

Bianca: So not cosplayers. Cult. Even better.

 

Sister Kayla: Take us to her.

 

Bianca: Absolutely the hell not. I got Eminem Stan on my workout playlist and Misery on my workout movie list. And now you psychos are on my watchlist.

 

Sister Megan: Seriously. Let me hit her. 

 

Sister Taylor: holding her hand up Let's not resort to that yet. We'll have plenty of time for that, now that we have contracts here.

 

Bianca: This some Fake Razor/Fake Diesel shit? Sister Megan: Oh we're real. And we want our Queen back. She's better than... you.

 

Bianca: Only Queen around our parts is Platinum. You little weirdo fangirls may think you're ready for the ring, but all this... gesturing broadly is a lot.

 

Megan winds up to swing again.

 

Bianca: Oh I'll fight your dumb uggo ass, no problem. We can square up next week if you want. That's fine.

 

Sister Taylor: If you're not going to meet our demands, next week may come sooner than you think.

 

Bianca: ...that is not how time works.

 

Sister Kayla: What my Sister is saying, is one or more of us will fight you now, tonight, if it means we get to The Sassy One sooner.

 

Bianca: dismissively Yeah, well, tell ya what. I'll see if any of us are free. I think most of us got bigger fish to fry but we'll see about getting one of you delusional ditzes some air time.

 

Bianca walks away.

 

 

Ash: So now we have 5 Jassys? Good lord.

 

 

Valerie: The original is still the best.

 

 

Marcus: A bit like saying that hand cramps are the best of the cramps. 

 

Ash: Well, I guess that Velvet Voltage has come to the side of the light and out from under the thumb of Ed Savage, Sr. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Tables Tag Match! The winning team is the one that puts both their opponents through a table!

 

 

“Get the Funk out my Face” by The Brothers Johnson plays as purple smoke fills the stage.

 

Vic comes out dancing onto the stage in the purple smoke for a few seconds before Parker marches out behind him.

 

 

The two walk up to the top of the ramp before pausing and looking over at each other. Vic and Parker both do Vic’s signature Hip-Thrust dance before spreading their arms wide as purple sparks rain down on them and the stage. The duo then march down the ramp, Vic still grooving to the music.

 

Sheri: FIRST! From Chicago, representing X-Treme Society, PARKER JOHNSON! VIC JAGGER! VELLLLLLVET VOLTAGE!!

 

As they reach the ring Parker slides in immediately while Vic walks up the steps and moves to the center of the apron, doing his Hip-thrust dance once more before climbing into the ring. The two then run up opposite turnbuckles and spreads their arms wide as Purple sparks rain down on the ring.

 

Marcus: Honestly, I dig the vibe and I'm glad we can actually root FOR them now knowing they're not here doing Savage's dirty work. 

 

 

The Unholy Union storm the entrance.

 

 

Sheri: And their opponents, representing Unholy Union, AnthraX and Acolyte Lucien!

 

Marcus: The... they are going to leave, right? The ones who aren't in the match.

 

Ash: They don't appear to be leaving. 

 

Marcus: So here's where we see if the teamwork that was spoken about will come into play.

 

 

Ash: The Dagger Brothers and Capybara out here looking to protect their new teammates/dance partners and Vic is itching to get his hands on Lucien. Cap wants to show his new team that he can be an asset. 

 

The bell rings! 

 

Marcus: Vic charging and unloading! Huge fists launching into Lucien, Lucien getting pushed back a tiny bit but seeming rather unbothered, grabbing the arm of Vic and ripcord lariat! Pulling Vic back up, hammer fists and Irish Whip, Vic with a smooth slide under the boot, running behind but Parker leapfrogs him and bulldog to Lucien, NO Lucien reverses into a backbreaker, running back elbow to his back by Vic! 

 

Valerie: He's just gonna piss the big man off. Meanwhile AnthraX is letting Lucien take the 1 on 2 as he digs for a table. Good use of distraction.

 

Ash: Lucien clearly annoyed by that, turns to swipe Vic but Vic again on point with these ducks, and I think he just realized he's two inches taller than Lucien... using the duck to give him a better vantage point, slides Lucien onto his shoulders OH and he lifts him up into a Military Press! Vic takes a run and throws him at AnthraX! 

 

Valerie: Not the time for a dance break, Vic. 

 

Marcus: Always time for a dance break if you're opponent's on the other side of the ropes, Parker taking a run and Vic gives him a boost, launches him at their opponents! Beautiful transition to a Cannonball Senton and that's a Strike! Parker takes the table from them and slides it in, oh no is Vic gonna try to fly here??

 

Ash: Clears the rope and Velvet Thunder Leg Drop! And these fans are warming up to Velvet Voltage! Jagger grabs Lucien... Snake Eyes into the Barricade! And here come those blasting chops! 

 

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F-

 

Valerie: Lucien grabs the hand and splitting the fingers apart, Vic showing signs of struggle, AnthraX to his feet and going for a low blow CAPYBARA SIDESWIPES HIM WITH THE RIVERBOAT SHINING WIZARD! Where the hell is Parker in all this and why is Cap doing his dirty work?

 

Marcus: Parker leapfrogging Jagger and leg lariat takes Lucien over the barricade!!! Jagger shaking the hand off, let Parker handle Lucien for a bit man! AnthraX sees Jagger distracted considering going over the barricade, blasts his grounded leg with a slide kick! 

 

Ash: Vic let his anger get the best of him and now he's got his leg drooped over the barricade, Anth taking the opportunity to bend it over the edge and Vic growls in pain! Parker having a little bit of a better time as he gets the tilt-a-whirl headscissors into the concrete, oh I may have spoken too soon, Lucien to his feet, big rib punch and hammer fists crunching the back of Parker, Parker hitting the ground and Lucien grabbing Parker by the head... Big Swing! Move out of the way folks!

 

Valerie: See, this is good team awareness, Anth sees the writing on the wall and stops messing with Jagger's leg for a second as Parker's body collides with the leg! I don't care how strong you are, 220 pounds of muscle colliding with any sort of velocity on your leg is going to be a hellish experience. Even if Jagger wins, I don't think he's gonna be dancing outta here! 

 

Marcus: Don't be so smug about it. 

 

Ash: You can hear the shouts of pain coming from Jagger as he tries to free his leg from this predicament, AnthraX is right there waiting for him and grabs him by the hair, charges him right into the steel steps. It almost seems pointless to get those back in place if I'm being honest. Jagger fighting to his feet, Anth charging him JAGGER CATCHES HIM WITH A ONE-ARM POWERBOMB! DAMN!! ANTHRAX GETS ROLLED ON HIS SHOULDERBLADES! 

 

Marcus: I'm not sure Parker knows where he is right now, trying to get to his feet and Lucien ready for him with a boot! That almost pushed the barricade back! Jagger picks Anth up by the head and smashes his face into the apron, another for good measure, and rolls him into the ring. You can tell he's nursing that leg a bit as he starts to make his way back into the ring.

 

Valerie: Yeah, he's HOPPING mad.

 

Marcus: Oh you got jokes. You got jokes. 

 

Ash: The time it's taking is giving AnthraX a chance to come back to and he's crouching in wait, there's a hunger in his eyes, he's licking his lips. Diving in for the chop block, VIC JUMPS AND STOMPS HIM ON THE BACK! WITH THE BAD FOOT BUT HE STILL USES HIS WHOLE WEIGHT! 

 

Marcus: You have to fight every fight like the title is on the line.

 

Valerie: That's a one way ticket to an early retirement. 

 

Ash: He keeps stomping out AnthraX, you have to imagine at least some of his mind though is on Parker who's out there with the monster, with his internal demon. 

 

Marcus: The Dagger brothers have wiped out Rouge and Preacher and they've got their eyes on Lucien, so Parker is protected, so Vic hopefully paying more attention to the person across from him, he has the table set up, grabbing AnthraX up into a Military Press and SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE! ANTHRAX IS OUT WITH THE MILIBUSTER! 

 

AnthraX is eliminated by Vic Jagger!

 

Ash: Vic got rid of the nuisance and he's got his eyes now on Lucien, and it's a good thing he does too, Lucien's just launched the Dagger Brothers almost into the ring and he boots Capybara down, grabs Parker and launches him through the Japanese t... again?? We just got them a new one from the last time! We're being informed by the officials that counts as an elimination!

 

Parker Johnson is eliminated by Acolyte Lucien!

 

Valerie: If we're being honest, the two eliminated were really window dressing for the true story here, Vic and Lucien. Lucien makes it into the ring, he and Vic getting into each other's faces, chop battle back and forth, neither wanting to give an inch, Vic with the headbutt Lucien headbutts back! It's getting nitty and gritty in there! 

 

Marcus: Vic going for the Irish Whip, Lucien reverses! Runs at him, huge clothesline! Come on man, pull it together, Lucien with the Snake Eyes! Lucien going for it again... Vic grabs the ropes!!! VIC GRABS THE ROPES!!! NIGHT SHADE!!! 

 

Ash: Vic loading back... oh, but he's really keeping eyes on his leg, the slight hobble giving those slight moments of recovery and that's all Lucien needs to side step and smash his face into the turnbuckle! Mounting the buckles, elbow shots to the face, lifting him up to the top, Dagger Brothers get their revenge and pull him legs down CAPYBARA WITH THE THAI FIGHTER SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE! VIC RESETS AND VELVET THUNDER LEG DROP!!! 

 

Valerie: That really took a lot out of his leg though, Vic is hurting something fierce. Trying to stand, trying to get to his feet, Lucien taking advantage of the moment and Chains of Hell Crab!! Vic is screaming!! The match is not moving in his favor!! 

 

Marcus: True, but remember he can't win by submission. He still has to get Vic through the table, and it seems that right now he's remembering that. Breaking the hold, outside to the apron TRIPLE DROPKICK BY DAGGERS AND CAPYBARA!!! 

 

 

Ash: Blue Check Mafia meet them on the ground and Selfie Sticks to the ribs of the Daggers! Double suplex to Capybara! Lucien gets the table and into the ring he goes! Table set up, Lucien lifting Vic up.... the legs give out and Vic drops! Lucien going again for it, Vic's feet give away again! He's getting frustrated, going for the powerbomb VIC WITH THE FRANKENSTEINER! HE TAKES LUCIEN THROUGH THE TABLE!!! 

 

Acolyte Lucien is eliminated by Vic Jagger! VELVET VOLTAGE WIN!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners, VELVET VOLTAGE!!! 

 

 

Ash: Dismal Duo are here and they're taking the fight to Blue Check Mafia!!! Jack picks Ryan Hellcat up in a wheelbarrow horizontal hold, Venus to the apron, diving senton! Swamp Ass to Hellcat! Daggers and Capybara up, they're getting Vic back to his feet, and X-Treme Society are taking their way back to the back. 

 

Marcus: The XHW crowd are trying to get themselves out of here-

 

 

Marcus: DECK OF HEARTS SAYS NO DEAL! VIOLENT SPEARS LUCIEN INTO THE STAIRS!!! ROX AND DIANA WIPE OUT BLUE CHECK MAFIA WITH A PAIR OF SUPERKICKS! CON AND VIOLENT WITH DOUBLE POWERBOMBS TO ROUGE AND ANTHRAX! INSTRUMENT OF DESTRUCTION TO PREACHER!! 

 

Ash: I never thought I'd be so happy to see Deck of Hearts!! 

 

Marcus: SM did say that part of his mission is to shut XHW up and-

 

 

Diyosa, Zac Davis-East, and Eliot Nestelmen walk to the ring.

 

 

Each holds a microphone as El Verdad walk down. The crowd boos them.

 

Diyosa: We have.... 

 

The crowd boos louder.

 

Diyosa: We have today TWO conspiracies to share with you. The first is a new one. 

 

Zac: You see, your new heroes here.... are LIARS. HYPOCRITES.

 

Deck of Hearts do the DX pointing at each other thing.

 

Eliot: We have UNDISPUTABLE PROOF that Deck of Hearts, who claim to be the defenders of MAWL... have shredded their contracts. 

 

Diyosa: Now, we understand more than anyone the draw of Aztec. The POWER of Aztec. The light that he shines upon us all. 

 

Zac: But we never claim to be what we are not. However, you cannot say you defend us when you are with ANOTHER company! 

 

The crowd boos but it is unclear which team is being booed at this moment. The team enters the ring and stare down Deck of Hearts.

 

Eliot: BUT. Since you are with Aztec Pro, you should share with us the desire to see the information that we have been telling you and everyone here this ENTIRE time, that has to do with your new boss and what is rightfully his.

 

They point to the screen. The raw footage from last year's Graveyard Shift plays-

 

 

ROBERTOS MICHAEL ENTERS THE MATCH!! He's back after his victory!!

 

Oriana lifts DAMN over her head...goes for a spin and Military Press! ORIGIN! She tosses DAMN in the room Robertos was in and closes the door! 

 

Mono hits Tarot with a backhand chop. Kay Lee with a running clothesline takes down Burkhardt. Mono with a running headscissors takes Corrigan back to the ground, and Mono goes for a door-he throws Corrigan back in the same room he was in before and closes the door again!! And he takes a run at Pencil, spinning neckbreaker! Going for another door, but Lynx dropkicks him in the back! Lynx goes for a closed door... the door rattles. The door moans. The door warns.

 

Lynx opens it anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

AZTEC ENTERS THE FRAY!!!

 

Oriana with clubbing blows to Mono, AZTEC TOSSES HER INTO THE DOOR FROM WHICH SHE CAME! AND THE DOOR CLOSES!

 

Ms. Pencil hits Capybara with a brutal chop to the back of the neck. Donner with a kick to the midsection of Ishii. Ms. Pencil starts to approach a room but realizes it was the one where the floor dropped and steps herself back. Cellula gets her by the back of her jacket and tosses her into the room that contained Will Corrigan! He shuts the door on her and Corrigan comes back out right beforehand!

 

Lucenza hits a chop block on Tarot and immediately eats a boot to the face by Solemn Guardian! Solemn goes to open a door, Oriana Burkhardt is behind there! She pulls him in and steps back out!!

 

Stiff punch by Cellula to Capybara. Corrigan headbutts Blackheart. Capybara back to his feet, Arm Hooked Dragon Sleeper to Mono! It's a Nightcap! Neon Juan hits a tilt-a-whirl headscissors on Aztec. Aztec back to his feet quickly and stares him down, as Robertos Michael lays a series of headlock punches on Donner. Capybara lets go of the Nightcap and a chop to Burkhardt. 

 

Lucenza hits a Tiger Suplex on Corrigan and drags him to an open door, Tiger Suplex again and the floor gives way, sending Corrigan sliding out of this match!!

 

Blackheart with an elbow butt to Lynx. XEL hits a Singularity Spike on Neon Juan, and opens one of the last doors...

 

IT'S THE EXIT!!!

 

Once the briefcase is found, it needs to be taken to the exit, but XEL ends that hope for Neon Juan by tossing him into the exit and out of the match.

 

Daria Donner hits the 5D on Erika Ishii!! Daria opens a closed door, Solemn Guardian comes back out and Daria tosses Erika Ishii in!! Kay Lee waits for Daria to close the door then boots her into the steel. DARIA HITS A 5D ON LUCENZA ROSSI!!! There's some infighting in ZLI going on!!! 

 

Daria opens one of the last unopened doors... and is PULLED INTO THE DARKNESS AND OUT OF THE MATCH!!!! UNLUCKY!!

 

The lights flicker and alarms go off. The last door to be untouched clearly contains the briefcase. Which means....

 

That the doors all shut and shuffle.

 

Lynx attempts to open one, only for Jacen Tarot to hit him with a Polish Hammer to the back. Storm Rider hits a big suplex on Cellula. Kay Lee attempts to get to a door, only for Storm Rider to take her down with a spinning DDT. Capybara hits Lucenza with a punch. Blackheart drops Mono with a Powerbomb, and Michael drops an elbow on him before hitting XEL with a running knee. 

 

Solemn Guardian hits a knee smash on Kay Lee; Blackheart grabs Solemn by the legs and bashes Aztec with him! Capybara waits on one end of the room... SHINING WIZARD ACROSS THE ROOM TO CELLULA! RIVERBOAT!

 

Capybara attempts to open a door, Kay Lee hits him with a running leg lariat to knock him down; Robertos Michael takes the opportunity to get his arm and lock him in the Devil's Deal Submission! 

 

Once Michael sees Cap as passed out, he goes for a door- DAMIAN HITS HIM WITH HIS CANE! REVERSE SPIN SLINGSHOT BY MONO ON CELLULA - FLYBY!! MONO going for a door now! Mono able to get the door open and-

 

 

 

 

 

Bowen Baneclaw enters the match!! 

 

And Aztec IMMEDIATELY headbutts him! Aztec reaches for a door, but once again Damian uses that cane to stop the momentum. Baneclaw to his feet and a forearm shot strong enough to flip Mono, Bowen reaching for a door but Cap gets him in the back with a knee. Tarot with a big brainbuster to Michael.

 

Jacen taking a run... Revelation Neckbreaker to Cap!!

 

Tarot opens a door....the floor gives way! Jacen Tarot is slid out of this match!!

 

Aztec with a stiff punch to Capybara. Burkhardt lays Blackheart out with a boot. Storm with a piledriver to Cellula, and then one to Aztec. Michael piling on Aztec with a powerslam. Kay Lee hits a high knee shot on Mono and seeks a door, but Cap suplexes her backwards. 

 

Solemn Guardian lifts up Bowen... OH HE LIFTS UP MICHAEL TOO.... DOUBLE CONCILIATION SAMOAN DROP! HE'S ABLE TO GET A DOOR OPEN-

 

ERIKA ISHII IS BACK IN THE MATCH! Ishii thanks him with a slap! Burkhardt hits Storm with an elbow shot. Blackheart with a brutal backbreaker to Lucenza. BLACKHEART WITH THE PLAGUEBRINGER TO KAY LEE!!! 

 

Blackheart opens a closed door...

 

 

 

 

 

Tiki Chamorro enters the match!

 

Cellula with a knife edge chop to Michael. XEL and Damian with a double suplex to Oriana! Guardian pushes Lynx into the trap door! The floor gives way and Lynx is out!

 

Storm Rider attempts to open a door....he gets it open...

 

 

 

 

 

Tiki's former partner Randi Rah-Rah enters the match, AND throws Storm Rider into her room in her place!! She shuts the door!

 

Headscissors by XEL to Robertos Michael! RANDI PARKOURS OFF THE WALL AND SPLASH TO CAPYBARA AND ERIKA ISHII!! SHE DUMPS BOTH OF THEM INTO THE TRAP DOOR!!! She turns around right into an STO by Solemn! 

 

Oriana Burkhardt tosses Bowen Baneclaw back behind his original door and closes him back in! Solemn Guardian hits the Precipice Stunner on Tiki!! He goes to bring her to the open door with the bad floor, she comes to and monkey flips him into it! Guardian is out!! 

 

Randi with a spin kick to Lucenza, Lucenza to her feet and Kay Lee ready with a dropsault! Kay Lee gets a door open...

 

DAMN is back! Is there even a briefcase here??

 

Lucenza back to her feet, and a running bicycle kick to Aztec!! XEL with a trio of chops to Tiki, DAMN with a leg bulldog to Aztec!! DAMN going for a door, but Oriana bulldogs her down and Tiki waiting for Oriana, blasts her with a high angle dropkick that staggers her back! Lucenza with a slap to Oriana, and one to XEL, and she goes for the door, tosses XEL in and closes the door! 

 

DAMN hits Aztec with a stomp as he gets back to his feet, then turns around a face smash on Tiki into her knee. ORIGIN TO LUCENZA! And Oriana goes to open a door-AND IS PULLED INTO THE DARKNESS! SHE IS OUT OF THIS MATCH!

 

Damian Blackheart gets Robertos Michael up... PLAGUEBRINGER!!! Blackheart opens a door... out comes Storm Rider but in goes Robertos Michael!! 

 

Blackheart PLAGUEBRINGER TO KAY LEE!!! Opens a door...

 

 

 

 

 

Legacy Champ Superstar Davy Boy enters the match!

 

Kay Lee with a leg trip to Blackheart, and Davy Boy with a running floatover DDT to DAMN. Mono hits a huge dropkick to the head of Cellula and goes for a door, he is able to get it open, throws Cellula in and shuts the door.

 

Tiki with a mid kick to Blackheart, then Parkours off the wall and Tiki Bomb to her former partner Randi!!!

 

Tiki going for a door, but Kay Lee smashes her head into a wall and Blackheart follows that up with a knee to her face. Lucenza hits Kay Lee with those dreaded brass knuckles. Aztec short-arms Mono and DAMN hits a Fisherman Buster on him!! DAMN going for a door-Kay Lee smashes her head into the ground and goes for one herself, thinks about it and tosses DAMN to the mysterious grabbing force! DAMN is out of the match entirely! 

 

Randi opens a door... IT'S THE BRIEFCASE!!! THE BRIEFCASE HAS BEEN FOUND!!! NOW SHE JUST NEEDS TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE IT'S TAKEN! 

 

Tiki tries to grab it from her partner... Randi smashes her in the face with it and sends her to the trap door!! Tiki is out of this match!! 

 

Kay Lee hits a dropkick on Mono, Mono bangs his head on the wall! Blackheart canes Aztec in the legs! Blackheart opens a door... Baneclaw re-enters this match!

 

Tiger Driver by Lucenza to High Flyer!! Lucenza opens a door...

 

 

 

 

 

Lottie Axo enters the match! Which means of the two unopened doors, one is the exit and one is Ms. Pencil.

 

Randi smashes the briefcase in Davy Boy's face! And she heads for a door... she chooses to close Davy Boy back up! 

 

Lucenza seeks a door... 

 

Ms. Pencil re-enters the match...and drags Lucenza into her door, closing her in!

 

Only one door remaining means that it is time to reshuffle! 

 

Quick punch by Randi to Mono. Lottie Axo goes into a handstand, bell claps Ms. Pencil with her legs!! She calls that The Gills! Goes to open a door... Cellula pulls her in and re-enters the match, where he immediately drills first Aztec and then Kay Lee with the Ghost Step Spinebuster! He tries to open a door, but Blackheart smashes his head against it. Storm Rider picks Kay Lee up, and Tiger Driver 93 to her! Goes for a door-

 

 

 

 

 

Pinoy Power Surge enters the match!

 

Kay Lee throws Ms. Pencil in Pinoy's door and shuts it! Mono hits a flip stunner on Bowen Baneclaw! Kay Lee runs up with a leg drop on Bowen. Mono with a back suplex on Storm Rider, dropping him on his head. Pinoy with a spinning knee strike to Aztec. Aztec to his feet... Aztec and Randi with a double choke slam to Pinoy!

 

Bowen hits a powerslam on Cellula, Blackheart ready for Bowen on his way up and Uranage! Storm Rider charges Randi with a clothesline, Randi with a split to duck out of the way, kip up with a tornado spin kick! Bowen gets Mono up and Electric Chair Driver! Bowen goes to open a door, almost has it...Randi smashes him with the briefcase! 

 

Kay Lee hits a jawbreaker on Storm. Randi hits a dropkick on Aztec. PINOY HITS THE SURGIN GENERAL ON RANDI AND TAKES THE BRIEFCASE! She opens a door... LOTTIE AXO STANDS IN WAIT! LOTTIE GRABS THE BRIEFCASE OFF PINOY AND DRAGS HER INTO THE ROOM!! PINOY IS CLOSED IN!!

 

FLYBY BY MONO TO DAMIAN!!! Mono tries to open a door, Bowen charges him with a Polish Hammer. 

 

Lottie Axo with a briefcase shot to the face of Aztec and going for the door-where she is pulled out of the match!! Aztec gains control of the briefcase!! 

 

Damian goes to open a door, and does only to find-

 

 

 

 

 

Hazel Clarke enters the match!

 

Aztec goes hunting for the exit, but lets Pinoy Power Surge back into the match! Hazel and Pinoy begin throwing punches at each other, here comes Kay Lee and Kay Lee gets them both down with a double-arm bulldog!

 

Kay Lee hits a single leg dropkick on Cellula, and seeks a door but Pinoy punches her before she can turn the handle and Bowen follows that up with a spinning powerbomb. Cellula to his feet, devastating Ghost Step to Mono, opens a door and it's XEL, who trades places and closes Cellula in!!

 

Aztec Bomb to Mono... Aztec opens a door.... HE FINDS THE EXIT!

Aztec wins the Briefcase!

 

 

DA Jones slow claps as she walks out.

 

DA: Well. You finally did it. You dropped your BIG BOMBSHELL. The footage was doctored in conjunction with the government of Romania, who last minute decided to also include Mr. Michael in the title match on the day where he was guaranteed a victory. We were all surprised by the turn of events. Oh don't get me wrong, he won his first match fair and square and he's a hell of a competitor. But yes, Aztec is a briefcase holder. CONGRATULATIONS. And this changes

 

Nothing. 

 

Well, I shouldn't say nothing. We're not going to strip Mr. Michael of his briefcase but yes, technically, Aztec will be allowed to cash in as desired. And if you three don't win the titles, you'll be demoted to GHW as promised. OH, that reminds me-

 

 

SM spins Diyosa around and Superkicks her! Violent runs off the ropes and splashes Diyosa!

 

Rox hands Diana her title and hits a Pop Rox on Zac!

 

Utterly Vile hands Diana her title and Reverse Spin Sling-Blade on Eliot!

 

The three pin!

 

DA Jones: ONE. TWO. THREE. Ring the bell.

 

Deck of Hearts win to retain the title!

 

 

DA: Your winners and still champions, Deck of Hearts. And since Mr. St. Pierre wasn't here, and since Mr. Heartbreaker has informed me that he does not wish to "do" tag matches, Violent will be the third belt-holder, Mr. Heartbreaker and Violent will be replaced in the tag match, and Mr. Heartbreaker will appear elsewhere tonight for a title opportunity. 

 

The crowd boos. The other members of Deck of Hearts walk over to Diana.

 

Diana hands Violent his belt.

 

Diana hands Utterly Vile his belt.

 

Diana starts to hand Rox her belt... then clocks her with it!

 

 

Diana covers Rox!

 

DA: ONE. TWO. THREE. Ring the bell.

 

Diana Dresden wins by Pinfall!

 

 

DA: Your winner, and incidentally the only one to have reminded me she had a backup copy of her contract after shredding it, DIANA DRESDEN!

 

The crowd boos.

 

Valerie: What the hell is she playing at?

 

Marcus: I don't think anyone could have seen that coming, including SM. 

 

Diana leans down into Rox's face screaming.

 

Diana: Cut me in line, huh? Think you're better than me?? Think you deserve all the shine??? Huh, bitch???

 

Ash: DIANA WITH THE DOUBLE-ARM DDT....HOME REXER ONTO THE TRIOS BELT!!! 

 

Valerie: Well, this certainly didn't become the knock-down drag-out that was promised, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't explosive.

 

Marcus: Did it even really count as a match? 

 

Valerie: There was a bell and a three count, so, yes. Did they not have squashes in GHW International? Oh wait, that branch was in itself a squash. 

 

Marcus: Cold. 

 

Ash: Well, better or worse Deck of Hearts are out of the ring, and apparently Sex Appeal actually followed through on a fight for the Jassy clones.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sister Taylor excitedly pops out onto the stage and tries to do her best Jassy entrance pose.

 

 

Sheri: From Temecula, California, representing the... Sisters of Sass... Sister Taylor! 

 

Taylor skips to the ring, clearly a little starstruck that this is happening at all. She attempts to regain her composure in the ring and return to her typically snarky self, but is struggling to contain herself. 

 

Marcus: Been a while since we've seen someone this happy to be here. 

 

Valerie: Let's see how long it lasts. I wonder who they're gonna send to deal with this.

 

 

Amelia struts out like she's walking to home plate.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! Representing Zora Luthor International and its subsidiary Sex Appeal, from St. Louis, Missouri, AMELIA!!!

 

Marcus: Amelia Vought used to be a big athlete, a real tomboy.

 

Valerie: Well, she's rocking this glow up, but I get the sense that that's still an innate part of her.

 

Amelia pops a bubble as she walks down the ramp, flipping the crowd the bird without even looking at them. 

 

Ash: There's also a very clear part of her that obviously does not care about anything to do with this match. No one in ZLI is taking this particularly seriously.

 

The bell rings and Taylor immediately starts punching Amelia! She grabs the jacket from Amelia over her head hockey style and starts wailing on her back!

 

Marcus: Well they better start... Taylor is not here for being disrespected, she's here to meet her idol, and Amelia is just one barrier to that meeting. 

 

Valerie: That barrier is an All-Star Athlete.

 

Ash: That barrier has just been tossed out of the ring, and Taylor has the jacket in hand! She rips the ZLI patch off it and holds it up like Kano doing his heart fatality in the first Mortal Kombat.

 

Valerie: The disrespect is staggering.

 

Marcus: Amelia climbs her way back onto the apron and is mouthing off to Taylor TAYLOR STICKS THE PATCH IN HER MOUTH! TAYLOR BOOTS HER OFF THE APRON!

 

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO!

 

Ash: Amelia's not having a great start to this, no one expected Sister Taylor to actually bring a fight.

 

Valerie: Isn't she a stand up comedian? The hell is she doing here?

 

Lisa: THREE! FOUR! 

 

Marcus: Apparently annihilating Amelia's ass.

 

Ash: Amelia back up on the apron, Taylor snap suplexes her in and Amelia can NOT get a move in! Taylor with a neckbreaker - no! Amelia finally getting some initiative and pushes Taylor towards the rope, Taylor sent on a run and Amelia gets her for the Dugout Backbreaker NO ARM FLIP BY TAYLOR AND AMELIA IS GETTING AGITATED! 

 

Some commotion in the stands as a fan is being made to move for Jassy. The fan offers for her to sit in his lap; she low blow kicks him to cheers and puts her feet up on him as she sits in his seat. 

 

 

Ash: It looks like she's got Jassy's attention after all!

 

Valerie: Every once in a while it's nice to be there for your adoring fans, even if they are trailer trash.

 

Taylor is distracted and Star Struck! She can't help but imagine herself with a bob-

 

 

Marcus: Taylor is TRANSFIXED! AMELIA TAKES THE MOMENT- DUGOUT BACKBREAKER!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Amelia wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... AMELIA!!!

 

Valerie: This is why you never get obsessed with things. It gets used against you.

 

Marcus: Until Jassy showed, Taylor had this well in hand. Maybe she's backing the wrong horse. 

 

Ash: Speaking on wrong horses, later on we'll have a match that involves someone that defected to XHW and someone we just learned today was not only wrongly declared the winner of the Crypt Match but still gets to keep his case, while the whistleblower was sent down to GHW. 

 

Valerie: It's really frustrating to know that someone whose actions you don't agree with is right, isn't it, Ash? 

 

Ash: This... is a pill to swallow for sure- wait, we have action in the ring!

 

 

Marcus: The other three Jassys are here and it's a 4 on 1 beatdown on Amelia!!! They did not take to this loss kindly AT ALL!

 

Valerie: It's Taylor's fault that she lost, people need to grow up and take responsibility for-

 

 

Valerie: PLATINUM! IRIS! SARAH SHARP!!! THE CAVALRY IS HERE AND THEY ARE CHASING DOWN SISTER OF SASS!!!

 

Marcus: Sex Appeal blew them off, and now they're seeing that may have been in error. Out of the ring they go! Iris, Platinum, and Sarah helping Amelia to her feet-

 

 

They don't see JP Spears stalking in the corner...

 

Marcus: JP SPEARS BLASTS THEM ALL WITH THE HIT STICK!!! He rolls Sarah Sharp up!!!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

JP Spears pins Sarah Sharp!

 

JP waits for the belt, and Lisa shakes her head. He starts to become a little more demanding when-

 

 

DA: Naw, naw, naw, I thought you Southern boys were supposed to be respectful. They were tryin' to help their teammate outta the ring. An' yeah that fall was counted. But... actually, y'know what, I'll get to you in a second.

 

JP starts to steam. 

 

DA: Ladies, here's what's gonna happen. In light o' that little scuffle, September 17, one week before Fallout, four o' you are gonna fight the Sisters of Sass, and the winners of that are gonna get the Unstable Shot against Asesinato SA. And I said that I was gonna get to SM's space... oh this doesn't involve you ladies, you can go. Except Sarah, you stay. Not for this part, but for the next. Now, there's been all sorts of talk of Robertos doesn't deserve it and why does he keep the briefcase, all this talk about is XHW gonna impact the Hardcore Match. Is X-Treme Society. And y'all, I got a migraine. Something fierce. SO. After this concludes and then we do the Sink or Swim, it's gonna be a Hardcore...

 

Crowd riles up.

 

DA: Lumberjack...

 

Crowd starting to lose their mind.

 

DA: FOUR-WAY TITLE MATCH. Def Jam. Bowen. Robertos Michael. AND.

 

SM Heartbreaker. 

 

A mix of WOO and BOO Mania fills the arena. 

 

Ash: Confirmed, she's lost her mind. 

 

Marcus: I don't know, actually, this feels like a low key way to stick it to everyone. Robertos is the only one that doesn't have a full squad. SM's squad is in beef right now. Def's team is brand new. And Bowen is the non-native XHW member in a team that's already dealing with defection. 

 

DA: Five people, each side. And don't worry, the ring will have some goodies for you. AND, the Lumberjacks will be instructed to intermittently enter more weapons into the ring. It is, after all, a Hardcore Title Match. 

 

Now the crowd is fully on board.

 

DA: FINALLY. You two. JP, this is a 2 falls out of 3 match for this belt for exactly this reason, so neither of you can one-shot your way out of this.

 

JP looks shocked to learn this stipulation is in play.

 

 

...SARAH LOW BLOWS HIM! AND A ROLL UP!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Sarah Sharp pins JP to tie it up, 1-1!

 

Marcus: So they've already got it down to essentially a One Fall fight.

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Marcus: ... Yeah.

 

Valerie: Sarah has herself in an advantage position right here, she gets JP up into the High Spinebuster hold and may be trying to Joykiller her way out of this one right here and now JP with a huracanrana!!! JP coming off the ropes, he's such a one trick pony with this Hit Stick, she catches him into an Elevated DDT!

 

Ash: Lifting him up in a scoop slam and Shoulderbreaker! Not a lot of people using the Shoulderbreaker these days, but when you've got someone who relies heavily on a Spear, weakening the shoulders is not a bad strategy.

 

Valerie: She's a Doctor and Instructor because she knows how to use her head, and now a Shoulder Claw to continue weakening that spot, JP grunting a bit, trying to get his bearings and a HUGE punch to the left lung! Another and Sarah is winded, Flapjack by Spears! Spears grabbing her by the waist, wonder if this takes him back to their homecoming days, Bridging German and a pin-

 

Lisa: ONE! T-

 

Marcus: Sharp drives the weight of her body down into his sternum, JP winded now, Sharp with the Russian Leg Sweep and going to lock in the Sharpshooter... can't quite get the legs wrapped and JP uses his legs to trip Sharp down! He's no dummy either! Takes a run to the nearest rope, Springboard, and an Elbow Drop! Hooks her leg-

 

Lisa: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Can't keep her down. Shoulders out of it.

 

Ash: JP yanking her up by the arm, pulling her into a ripcord clothesline, NO she ducks and Ripcord Uranage! Cover-

 

Lisa: ONE!

 

Valerie: JP gets the shoulder up and Sharp already on it with an armbar like the boss she is.

 

Ash: He's trying to power his way to his feet.

 

Marcus: He's doin' it Hogan Shake Style! All of the Americana with none of the racism! She's trying to pull him back down with it, he hip tosses her! Clothesline! SECOND clothesline! THIRD, she ducks HE PSYCHED HER OUT! SPINNING BACKFIST! AND A NECKBREAKER! 

 

Ash: Quick run to the ropes, going for the Lionsault SHARP GETS HER KNEES UP. Going for the pin-

 

Lisa: ONE! T-

 

Marcus: Gonna have to do better than that.

 

Valerie: Sharp pulling him up into the Torture Rack! I'd call that better and he slides into a Side Cradle-

 

Lisa: ONE! 

 

Ash: She rolls out, he gets her with the Drop Toe Hold and into an STF she rolls him off the back of her, grabs the legs and trips him down to the mat, going for the mounted punches he monkey flips her over the ropes she lands on the apron up to the ropes going for the Sunset Flip Powerbomb but he gets hold of her legs, Alabama Slam!!! AND SHE GETS HER LEGS IN THE AIR AND HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN!!!

 

Marcus: These two know each other too well. You can see them both eyeing each other down, both going for the ropes, criss-crossing, picking up steam.... HIT STICK SPEARHEAD AND IT'S A HEAD-ON COLLISION! TRAFFIC STOPPED! Someone get their insurance carriers!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: This would be awful to end on a double-countout.

 

Marcus: They had worked their way up into making this interesting. So I'm with you. 

 

Lisa: THREE! FOUR!

 

Ash: Starting to get some stirring from JP Spears-

 

Lisa: FIVE! SIX!

 

Valerie: JP is up! Heading to the top rope, I think he might be going to get himself on The Scoreboard-

 

 

Marcus: NO! HALLEY JUST BLASTED OUT JP'S KNEES WITH SARAH'S YARDSTICK!

 

Valerie: She's trying to make up for the Unstable debacle, Lisa was tending to Sarah and didn't see it! Sarah gets the legs and HIGH ANGLE SPINEBUSTER! JOYKILLER!!!

 

Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Sarah Sharp wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...AND THE NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION.... THE HEADMISTRESS SARAH SHARP!!!

 

Ash: Once again Sarah steals the US Title from JP Spears!!

 

Valerie: Even with the Unstable Title loss...It's a hell of a day for Sex Appeal, and Jassy still has her defense to come. This is what they had to say after the Unstable Match earlier-

 

 

Backstage, Jassy, Halley, PG13, Lazer, Anna Konda, Skye Blue, and Iris all gather around the camera. Skye Blue still holding Jassy's XXX Championship. They look like they have calmed down after their little mishap during the match. The four women in the Unstable Match look a little worse for wear after their match, but overall the vibe is positive. Jassy moves closer to the camera to address the situation.

 

 

Jassy: Soooo maybe things didn't go the way we planned just now. We lost, big whoop, you lose some and you win some. That's the nature of the game. These women are all sexy, but more importantly, they're professionals, and they know that we learn from mistakes, and move on. So Halley, we were upset, but now we have forgiven you, and know that you will just have to prove yourself even more next time.

 

They all look at Halley, and give her looks of encouragement, and her spirits are lifted. She ensures that she can and will be an asset going forward, and will be going to prove herself next time. Jassy turns back to the camera.

 

Jassy: Now, to Aja, and her girls. On behalf of all of us in Sex Appeal, including the Queen, we want to congratulate you, on your big win. You earnt it, and those Unstable Championships look good on you, and you make all of us proud, and glad that you are with us all together in Z.L.I. A win for Z.L.I, is still a win for Sex Appeal. There maybe tension between us, and maybe this is only going to end one way soon. But I'll keep it calm and professional for now.

 

Jassy pauses for a few seconds, turns back to the others to get looks of approval with a quick fit check before turning back around...

 

Jassy: Formalities out of the way. This is a personal message to that little bitch, Riri Tonu.

 

Jassy looks dead into the camera.

 

Jassy: They letting dogs in Z.L.I now? But, you thought you ate with that move you pulled huh? You fickle A.F, you know that... Talking about turning on friends or whatever, friends turning on you, trying to support someone who didn't even know you existed, and now you back full circle to join up with your friend again. Aww, save the heartfelt soppy story ending for Wattpad. You went around in the circle like diarrhea on an asshole. You talk just as much shit too. You wanna open your waha nui, and yap, and bark big. Well you finally get what you were after. Attention. But this time, you don't have to direct your words at me to get me to bite, because I'm taking it upon myself to shut you up, and put you down. I let it slide last time, because I used my actions to do the talking, but you obviously never learnt.

 

Jassy is about to continue, but Iris grabs her arm, and tells her to stop wasting her time on that little pest. Jassy smiles, and turns away. Jassy continues to talk as she walks away as the other woman follow, and see Odessa Warren walk into frame, with her Inferno Championship. Jassy turns back to the camera, and holds up Odessa's arm, and points at her with her other arm.

 

 

Jassy: You never learn... Oh hey girlie, great work, you're a champion on your first showing, that's so amazeballs. Look at all these internet headlines already calling you a big star. Ratings going up, and men's heart rates going up too, ya stunner. Look at this all you ratties watching. This here is what Sex Appeal is all about. Killer looks, and champions.

 

The camera fades out.

 

Int. Executive Suite

 

Richelle sits at her desk burning old pictures of herself as she watches Jassy's callout with satisfied amusement. She tuts.

 

 

Richelle: Oh dear, dear Jasmine. I must have touched quite the nerve for you to hurtle the same insults at me that Bianca did about you when it was first announced you were joining ZLI.

 

Richelle at this suddenly covers her mouth Betty Boop style as if she let out a salacious secret.

 

Richelle: Oh! Oh dear, I do hope that's not news to you. I just assumed that it's the rite of passage here... you fight, you join, they hate you and then you become BESTIES OMG!

 

She goes extra valley at the end in case you didn't know it was a mock. She steps back into her normal self, having amused herself.

 

Richelle: But I get why you're mad, butthurt even. My bestie invited me here, but yours didn't ask you to run off to the circus with her. And you can't handle it, can you. You can't handle being unwanted. That's why you got rid of the clown makeup, isn't it, and brought back the unbothered Reputation bob. You're not fooling anyone, Baby Spice. You're still the same pick-me little twit that you've always been. You're just as much T-Swift as SM.

 

Richelle looks out the window.

 

 

Richelle: The view from up here is so great. I don't know why I fought this for so long. I hope your view essentially of the parking lot is just as good. Ratties don't make it to this floor. But to the matter at hand. Jasmimothy, if you want to step to me, let's do it. September 7 has an opening on my calendar, you don't even need to put up your little moonshine belt. Whaddya say?

 

 

Water fills the ringside.

 

 

Ash: They're starting to fill the moat, and that can only mean one thing.

 

 

Marcus: We're finally getting sharks?

 

 

Valerie: Possibly. But it's also time for the Sink or Swim!

 

 

Sheri: The following is the Sink or Swim Rumble! Two people will start in the ring, and every 90 seconds someone new will enter. People will be eliminated when they are sent into the water. Unlike in a standard rumble, your opponent does not need to go over the top rope for the elimination to count - if they land in the water they are out. 

 

First - number 1!

 

 

Ishani throws her hands up as if to say "Praise Me."

 

 

Sheri: From Delhi, India, representing E.M. Powered, the DELHI DIAMOND, ISHANI!

 

Ishani treats the ramp like a catwalk.

 

Ash: Ishani came in here almost as a wunderkind and was in the title picture only a month or two into her time. And now, here she is, with the number 1 draw, hoping she can outlast or at least outswim 49 others. 

 

Ishani slides into the ring. 

 

Sheri: And now, the individual who drew number 2! 

 

 

Wolfgunblud walks out.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From San Diego, California, weighing 230 pounds, Wolfgunblud!!

 

Marcus: We haven't seen a ton of this man not in multi-person situations, hopefully he'll earn his right to a title match.

 

Valerie: With all due respect, he's number 2 in a land of 50 so, Good. Luck.

 

The bell rings!

 

Ash: Ishani and WGB tangle up, WGB sends Ishani running and a HUGE back body drop and over the ropes she goes, oh but she's trying to hold on...trying to keep her feet on the apron WOLFGUNBLUD WITH A TWIST OF FATE OVER THE ROPE! ISHANI IS WOBBLING BUT DESPERATE TO KEEP HERSELF DRY, BARELY ABLE TO MANEUVER HER FALL TO STAY JUST ON THE APRON! 

 

Valerie: That's that gymnastics training in play, total knowledge of your body's space. Ishani pulling herself up to her feet, HUGE Back Spinning Wheel Kick by WGB to Ishani just rattling her and she's seeing stars, falling back and AGAIN just able to timber down on the apron like a boss.

 

Marcus: WGB's gotta be buggin now. Ishani to her feet, quick jab to the side of WGB trying to get him away from the rope, pushing a little away, springboards up and Sunset Flip Powerbomb! She rolls back to the center and safety, front flip back and flash kick to Blud! Blud with the ear clap, Ishani in pain and Blud whacks her down with an axe kick. He's focusing on softening her up a little more I believe, and now scooping her up and over to the ropes... she is able to plant her feet down though. 

 

Ash: His frustration increasing and a clothesline to the back of Ishani's head. It leans Ishani forward but she's a quick thinker and grabs his arm... judo arm flip over the rope! Wolf teetering a bit but able to roll himself back in. He gets to his feet and Ishani dropkicks him back over the ropes! WOLFGUNBLUD IS OUT OF THIS MATCH WITH 13 SECOND BEFORE OUR NEXT ENTRANT!

 

Wolfgunblud is eliminated by Ishani! (1)

 

Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

     

    3. YANCY A YARBURN

     

    Marcus: The Scowling SOB from Smut Eye is here. He swings at Ishani, Ishani blocks and eye poke! Rude. He comes back with a headbutt, and a second! Pulls her in and a Snap Powerslam! Drop toe by Ishani on her way up, Yancy starts to stagger but swings himself back with a ferocious back hand with insane velocity.

     

     Ash: She'll get him back! To her feet and picking him up into an Olympic Slam, NO he comes down with a bulldog! Quick chop to his side as she tries to get to her feet... he helps her up...up into a Powerbomb and Ishani is OUTTA HERE! 

     

    Ishani is eliminated by Yancy A. Yarburn! (1)

     

    Valerie: We have 46 seconds before he have to deal with this-

     

       

      DA: Clearly y'all still find this too easy. So here's what we're gonna do. Every time we have an empty ring with 30 or more seconds to go, we're going to add another person to the next entrance, and this will increase for each open ring. This will only apply to the empty ring situation; otherwise, entrances will go on as normal. So let's count down our NEXT TWO. 

       

      Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

       

      4. VIOLET ENDERGARDEN

      5. SASS

       

      Marcus: Endergarden with class as she gets Yancy with a dragon leg whip. Sass right behind with a clothesline to Violet, then tilt-a-whirl headscissors to Yancy and send his janky ass over the rope!! He bumps his head on the apron but impressive handstand and he's able to pull himself back in!

       

      Ash: As he tries to get himself up, Sass blasts Violet with a tornado DDT. He centers himself, hangover neckbreaker to Sass! Sass wobbling and up to her feet... Yancy has himself propped on his hands, she gets up, and he blasts her with a Kangaroo Kick! YANSTAND! She gets propelled back and barely able to hook her arms on the ropes!

       

      Marcus: Back on his feet and Sass right there ready for him, backstabber! He stumbles forward but still able to get an elbow strike on Endergarden. Sass attempts to take advantage but Endergarden with the hip toss as we go to countdown mode!

       

      Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

         

        6. JANE FOSTER

         

        Valerie: Foster in like a woman on fire! Huge clothesline to Yancy, one to Sass! Violet following up with an elbow drop on Sass, Jane keeps on Yancy with a brutal snap suplex, switching it up and  belly to belly to Violet. Sass back up to her feet, spear to Yancy! And Yancy gets sent out of the ring!!! Go Sass go!!

         

        Yancy A. Yarburn is eliminated by Sass! (1)

         

        Ash: Jane with a big back elbow to Violet, she holds her ground, belly to back launching Jane over the edge, she manages to keep her grip, Sass from behind with an Inverted Powerslam to Violet Engarden. Sass scoops up Violet by the hair and launching her over the ropes and she lands on her head, but locks her hands on the ropes and pulls herself. Catching her breath. 

         

        Marcus: We're about to get our next combatant, and I can't wait to see who it is.

         

        Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

         

        7. STEPHY SLAYS

         

        Marcus: Violet, Jane, and Stephy with a triangle of boots to the head of Sass. Stephy going for a spin kick on Sass - NO she chooses to blast Jane instead, Sass with one to Violet and double huracanranas... Stephy Slays sends Jane Foster into the drink!! 

         

        Jane Foster is eliminated by Stephy Slays! (1)

         

        Ash: Sass has Endergarden over-she lands on the apron and trying to keep tight with her hands... oh but it's too slippery from the water splashing around and she's outta here!

         

        Violet Endergarden is eliminated by Sass! (2)

         

        Valerie: Down to two WOW alumni and Sass with a running high knee to Slays. Sass tries to combo with a slap but Slays grabs her hand and a chop to the chest. Sass gets the slap with the other hand, Irish Whip to Slays and blasts her with the Sass-afrass which some know as the Rear View! Running to the ropes, Asai Moonsault! Sass is really taking control of this match!

         

        Marcus: Not so fast, Slays up with a spinaroony and to her feet, water wheel kick to Sass!! And a standing moonsault knee drop! 

         

        Ash: They're under the 30 second mark which means it will be one not 3 coming in. Stephy Slays with a stomp out to Sass, quick slap, tries it again, Sass arm flips her and is trying to push her out with her feet! Remember, you don't need to go over the top here! Stephy holding on tight, and keeps herself in this. Sass pissed and kicking her in the rib, looks more like a tantrum. 

         

        Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 

         

        Valerie: Stephy to her feet...

         

        Crowd: 7! 6! 5!

         

        Valerie: Sass charges and headscissors...

         

        Crowd: 4! 3!

         

        Marcus: NO! SLAYS REVERSES TO A BIG SWING AND SENDS SASS INTO THE DRINK!!

         

        Sass is eliminated by Stephy Slays! (2)

         

        Crowd: 2! 1!

           

          8. KROKODOS

           

          Marcus: Out of the moat, into the match, and a whack of the tail to the ribs. Stephy responds with a mid kick, Krok grabs her leg, snap Fisher suplex. Love a good back and forth.

           

          Ash: Taking a run, on his way back SHE CATCHES HIM WITH A HEADSCISSORS OFF THE RUN AND ONTO THE APRON HE GOES...NO! NOT QUITTING, HE'S BACK IN! She saw this coming and shotgun dropkick puts him right back through the ropes-he is so close to going back in but refuses to give up!

           

          Valerie: She also refuses to give up, kangaroo kick and AGAIN back over the ropes, and at this point I think he's just getting annoyed. Back in AGAIN and she comes in with chops, hops up and tornado DDT! He hits her with a drop toe hold. She rolls right back with a huge uppercut, but he smashes that Gator helmet down on her head with a Bionic Chin. 

           

          Marcus: She tried so hard to get him outta here, but maybe that wouldn't have been smart, that would have been 3 people in HE CLOTHESLINES HER OUT, SHE'S HOLDING ON TIGHT, SHE'S OUT! JUST AS THE COUNTDOWN CLOCK IS ABOUT TO START!

           

          Stephy Slays is eliminated by Krokodos! (1)

           

          Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

           

          9. SPITE

           

          Ash: It's the OTHER half of the Mighty Mean! Krok tries for a tail swipe, Spite jumps it and up with the neckbreaker! Ooh and she's able to aim that face wash right in the hole of the mask. Krok to his feet, the lock up and arm drag takes Spite to the ground. Spite tries for a spin kick, Krok catches her leg and mat slam. 

           

          Marcus: Krok lifting her up, has her dangling in the air, Stalling Uranage! Pitfall!! Krok to the top, going for a Frog Splash SPITE GETS HER KNEES UP! 

           

          Valerie: Yes Queen! And she adds to his stomach woes with a gut stomp. Spite living up to her name in the best way with a kick to the head. Krok to his feet...she Irish Whips him... pulls back into an Eat Defeet, but with the feet aimed squarely at his nose! SPITE YOUR FACE! 

           

          Marcus: She pushed the schnozz up to his eyes! Blinded him and punches to the ribs. Able to get the Schnozz down, gets her back up, lifting and PITFALLS HER OUT OF THE RING!

           

          Spite is eliminated by Krokodos! (2)

           

          Ash: The croc is clearly hungry! And using the last few seconds to fix his costume. 

           

          Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

           

          10. SHADE SHADOW

           

          Ash: Shade in, Krokodos not wasting time, Irish Whip, back body drop and Shadow lands just shy of the ropes. Lifting Shade up, Pitfall to the center of the ring. Shade rolls himself to his feet, and sends Krokodos back into the moat with the Spear!! 

           

          Krokodos is eliminated by Shade Shadow! (1)

           

          Marcus: Shadow lifts him up where he belongs!

           

          Valerie: And he did it with more than a minute left on the clock. Which means he's going to be rewarded with 3 competitors when the clock resets. Good job Shade. 

           

          During the minute, Shade leads the crowd in a sing along of "Pour Some Sugar on Me." 

           

          The time passes and then...

           

          Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

           

          11. SLANG DANG

          12. THOR

          13. VICIOUS VALENCIA

           

          Marcus: Vicious Valencia with a HUGE powerbomb to Thor. Slang gets Shade up.... DANG A SLANG SLAM! Shade almost all the way out, Shade Shadow rolls in and clothesline. 

           

          Ash: Thor lifting up Vicious Valencia up in a Military Press and FRONT SLAM! FALL FROM OLYMPUS!! Thor with an elbow drop to Valencia as Shadow rocks Slang with an Alabama Slam! And a second! Valencia grabs the arm of Thor and to her feet as she twists, buries him with a lariat! Slang fighting to his feet, snap powerslam by Shadow.

           

          Valerie: Smart of them not to throw each other out just yet, next time there's one left it's 4 coming in. 

           

          Marcus: Well not so fast, Thor has Valencia up and huge Fireman's Carry over the ropes, but she rolls back in as Dang headbutts Shadow. Shadow with a punch back to Dang VALENCIA GRABS THOR BY THE THROAT AND CHOKESLAMS HIM OUT OF THE RING!!

           

          Thor is eliminated by Vicious Valencia! (1)

           

          Ash: Valencia runs all the way across the ring and boots Shade Shadow out!!! 

           

          Shade Shadow is eliminated by Vicious Valencia! (2)

           

          Ash: And the countdown clock is already underway... 

           

          Crowd: 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

             

            14. MANTA RAY

             

            Marcus: Well, Manta can thank Aztec for this, and we don't even know when Aztec will be in. Hopefully he can hold on that long.

             

            Ash: Manta ducks Valencia, coming back around and tilt-a-whirl headscissors and Valencia rolls out towards the apron, but able to keep herself in the match WAIT NOT SO FAST SLANG DANG WITH A RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE AND WIPES HER OUT!!

             

            Vicious Valencia is eliminated by Slang Dang! (1)

             

            Valerie: Manta with a Poison Rana to Slang, you dumbass that's the opposite way from where you need to send him, oh wait now it is Slang whose ass is dumb as he charges Manta and Manta tosses him right outta here! Except Manta is still also dumb as being alone with 43 seconds to go means this ring is about to get 4 new faces. 

             

            Slang Dang is eliminated by Manta Ray! (1)

             

              Marcus: That's the face of a man who's obviously trying to keep a smile despite having been screwed yet again out of a title match.

               

              Valerie: I mean, has he ultimately though, or might he get a better, more sane match potentially? 

               

              Marcus: That's a fair point... I'd much rather win a one on one and have a 1 v 1 title match than a ring full of chaos.

               

              Valerie: And Jassy also made the point earlier that she is tired of these multi-face matches, so if she pulls the win out later on, she may well be happy to have a 1 v 1 title shot at Fallout. Unless DA sees fit to screw her again.

               

              Ash: What Valerie is referring to is the XXX Title Match later on where Jassy is defending in a Bloodstar, honestly I do think she does better in multi-person matches because she can duck in and out of the fray rather than be the sole target. 

               

              Marcus: Guess we'll see, oh, and here comes the countdown clock and with it Manta's last moment of peace before this also becomes a 5 way insanity. 

               

              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

               

              15. DARLING DAHLI

              16. CON

              17. VIOLET

              18. RON FUNCHES

               

              Ash: CON already tries to boot Funches out.

               

              Valerie: SM's taught him well, no outsiders. Funches keeps himself in and looks CON straight in the eye, Manta charging behind him, dropkick CON SIDESTEPS AND MANTA RAY HEADS OUT OF THE RING! CON quickly touches him with his pinky before he goes in to have the fall count to his name. 

               

              Manta Ray is eliminated by CON! (1)

               

              Ash: Well, guess he won't be around for Aztec. Dahli tries to swing at CON, block and eye poke. Violet looking to get Funches with Bandit Country, he catches her out and huge spinebuster!! CON trying to take advantage, VIOLET LAUNCHES HIM WITH A MONKEY FLIP OUT OF THE RING!

               

              CON is eliminated by Violet! (1)

               

              Marcus: Funches hits the Candaian Destroyer on Dahli!! Dahli elbows him off and gets back to her feet. Funches also his feet and quick forearm shot to Violet. Violet staggers back, Funches blasts HER with the Canadian Destroyer too!!

               

              Valerie: Nice to see his wresting is a little better than his comedy.

               

              Marcus: Ouch.

               

              Ash: Funches rolls himself up BUT DAHLI IS READY AND DREAM DROP CODEBREAKER! He staggers back as she gives a brief victory pose and barely maintains his position on the ropes. 

               

              Crowd: 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

               

              19. STEVEN HE

               

              Marcus: Okay that's a bop though.

               

              Ash: Dahli with a running high knee to the jaw of Violet, she starts to tip over but is able to get her feet planted and headbutts Dahli back. Steven He puts the Chancla over his hand, charging full force and BLASTS Funches in the face with it! Funches staggering back again and looking woozy, but able to keep himself planted and Spinebuster to He. VIOLET BANDIT COUNTRY TO DAHLI!! Dahli thumps to the mat and Violet trying to push her out with her feet, but no go just yet. 

               

              Valerie: Funches with a stomp to Dahli, BANDIT COUNTRY TO STEVEN HE! HE STAGGERS FORWARD AND SHE TOSSES HIM OUT!!

               

              Marcus: EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!

               

              Steven He is eliminated by Violet! (2)

               

              Ash: Funches with a splash to Dahli and Violet knocks her back with Bandit Country! Dahli faceplants but extends her arms out to the ropes to try to get an early grip. 

               

              Marcus: Excellent ring awareness by Darling Dahli there. Funches behind Violet and he scoops her up... 

               

              Crowd: 10! 9!

               

              Marcus: Inverted Powerslam hold and this could get brutal...

               

              Crowd: 8! 7!

               

              Ash: OH HE IS GOING RUNNING...

               

              Crowd: 6! 5!

               

              Ash: Has her overhead!!

               

              Valerie: Like someone rushing a baby to the bathroom!

               

              Crowd: 4! 3!

               

              Ash: Launches her...

               

              Crowd: 2!

               

              Ash: INTO THE DRINK SHE GOES!

               

              Violet is eliminated by Ron Funches! (1)

               

              Crowd: 1!!

                 

                20. JEANNIE ROSE

                 

                Marcus: Alright! The Sailor is here! 

                 

                Ash: Funches catches her with a back elbow. Dahli rushes her and Dream Drop! Dahli pushes her over and she JUST barely saves herself on the apron. FUNCHES BOOTS DAHLI OUT!

                 

                Darling Dahli is eliminated by Ron Funches! (2)

                 

                Marcus: Ron with scoop slam to Jeannie over the ropes but she rolls back in and flapjacks Funches right out of the ring!

                 

                Ron Funches is eliminated by Jeannie Rose! (1)

                 

                Ash: And now there's slightly over 30 seconds left, which means we're about to get 5 people in the next chunk.

                 

                Marcus: If only she'd waited 9 seconds.

                 

                Valerie: DA think she's making these matches more interesting. I'm not sure that's true though. 

                 

                Marcus: I think it is. It's better than having essentially a gauntlet with hold music.

                 

                Ash: And 5 coming in means we'll be at the halfway point of our entrant list. 

                 

                Marcus: I'm excited. 

                 

                Valerie: Well we won't have long now, here comes the countdown clock.

                 

                Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

                 

                21. CON SR.

                22. PHOEBE BLACK

                23. LULU ANTARIKSA

                24. KID KROSS

                25. LYNX

                 

                Ash: Kid Kross trying to leap in Springboard Style at Jeannie Rose, but she catches him out and backbreaker. CON Sr with a quick jab to Lulu, and a belly to belly to Phoebe Black. If you can't sell, slam em.

                 

                Marcus: Kid Kross trying to judo arm flip Lynx out, Lynx lands on the apron and rolls quickly in. Not gonna get him out that quick. CON with a running splash to Black, keeping the pressure on, turns his attention to Rose with a headbutt.

                 

                Valerie: Make you feel like a big men hitting all the women? 

                 

                Ash: Seems to be, unfortunately, as he picks Jeannie up by the waist, Bridging German Suplex, rolling into a second, it's the Sale of the Brooklyn Bridge! And a third one to send her out of this match!

                 

                Jeannie Rose is eliminated by CON Sr! (1)

                 

                Marcus: CON Sr got that rampage going and smashes Kid Kross with a knee shot, running at Phoebe with a cross body. Lynx attempting to take advantage of Kross being off-balance but Kross still catches him with an armdrag, CON returns to Kross and huge backbreaker.

                 

                Ash: Lynx with a quick snap punch to Lulu, Kid Kross tries to use Lynx's distraction to his benefit and running clothesline, Lynx ducks and spins him around, Double Arm DDT!

                 

                Crowd: 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                   

                   

                  Marcus: Wait, is Jeannie Rose coming back? 

                   

                  Valerie: She better not be-

                   

                  26. BIG CHUNGUS

                   

                  Ash: BIIIIIIIG CHUNGUS IS HERE!!!

                   

                  Marcus: Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable!

                   

                  Valerie: Lulu with a chop to Phoebe, and another, before turning her attention to Kid Kross with a huge brainbuster. CON Sr with a cross body block to Lynx, he staggers back, Kross springs over Lynx's head and Kross Over to CON Sr! CON rolls towards the edge, here comes Chungus and CON whips him shoulder first into the buckle!! 

                   

                  Marcus: The disrespect is staggering! Kross agrees and charges Sr, Sr catches him with a judo arm flip over the ropes. That's a dangerous place to put Kid Kross if he doesn't go off into the water.

                   

                  Ash: Lulu and Lynx with a double dropkick to CON Sr... Big Chungus boots Kid Kross with all his force, and Kross goes OVER the moat to the barricade! He's still considered in this one! And CON charges Chungus in the back of the head with an elbow.... Kross running, successful leap over the moat to the Apron, flips in and Buckshot Lariat to Chungus!!!  

                   

                  Marcus: You gotta love Kross's bursts of energy, he hasn't stopped moving and a knee shot to Lynx and LULU CATCHES HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!

                   

                  Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                   

                  27. RINA

                   

                  Marcus: I like that Rina has her own song now, finally starting to be recognized as a performer in her own right. And smooth too.

                   

                  Ash: Lynx with a tiger suplex to Lulu. Kross with a quick shot to CON Sr. Rina gets Phoebe with a snap kick. CON Sr with a huge suplex to Lynx absolutely rattling the spine and trying to kick him out under the bottom rope but Lynx holds on like a Lemur. Rina tries for a running knee at Chungus but he just slaps her down out of the air. 

                   

                  Valerie: Okay, I guess I can see why people like this guy. 

                   

                  Ash: Lynx with a huge snapmare to Chungus. Kross up to the top rope and he's trying to get some momentum, Chungus uses the ropes the climb up and doesn't even realize he just sprung Kross into the drink!

                   

                  Kid Kross is eliminated by Big Chungus! (1)

                   

                  Marcus: AMAZING. And Rina blasts CON Sr with chops, she and CON Sr getting into a fist battle with each other! Rina gets ahead of it, breaks just for Lynx to catch her out with a spinning neckbreaker! She gets up and Lynx gets her right back with a huracanrana, and she goes through the ropes but just barely holds on!

                   

                  Valerie: Phoebe Black cheap enzuigiri, Lynx wasn't paying attention!  Rina with a big running dropkick knocks Lulu back as we go to the countdown!

                   

                  Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                   

                  28. MELA MURDER

                   

                  Marcus: Well, well, well, looks like the former Fly girls are face to face once more.

                   

                  Ash: CON Sr with a Fisherman Suplex to Big Chungus. Chungus rolls to his feet and belly to belly to Phoebe Black. Phoebe rolls to her feet, Black Mass kick to Mela! 

                   

                  Valerie: Of COURSE she can't let it go. But, Mela's gonna pay her back, Exploder Suplex sends Black into the blue!

                   

                  Phoebe Black is eliminated by Mela Murder! (1)

                   

                  Marcus: That's not gonna make their hatred any less. CON swings at Lulu, Lulu ducks and throat chop, LYNX HURACANRANAS LULU OUT!

                   

                  Lulu Antariksa is eliminated by Lynx! (1)

                   

                  Ash: Very rare a celebrity wins a championship here, I think Danielle Fishel MAY be the only one so far, MELA BOOTS LYNX OUT!

                   

                  Lynx is eliminated by Mela Murder! (2)

                   

                  Marcus: Starting to thin out the numbers here, Chungus headbutts CON Sr, Mela mouthing off to Lynx and Rina attempts to dump her but Mela able to hold in. Chungus with a stompout to CON Sr, and we head into our countdown.

                   

                  Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                     

                    29. KITTI KRUEL

                     

                    Ash: Kitti trying to pull Rina over the edge, Rina refusing to come, Kitti altering her plan to a hot shot instead and in Kitti comes. CHUNGUS SUCCEEDS IN KNOCKING RINA OUT WITH A BELLY BUMP!

                     

                    Rina is eliminated by Big Chungus! (2)

                     

                    Marcus: CON Sr and Big Chungus with a sandwich cross body to Kitti! OH but CON turns it around and low blow kick to Chungus!

                     

                    Valerie: He sold him that partnership and Chungus bought it! Kitti with a headscissors to Mela and she slides towards the edge of the ring but catches herself. Mela to her feet and eye poke to Chungus, CON Sr with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to Kitti. Mela Murder locks CON Sr in the Full Nelson... dragging him to the edge and suplexes him the hell outta here!

                     

                    CON Sr is eliminated by Mela Murder! (3)

                     

                    Marcus: CHUNGUS WITH THE POP UP SAMOAN TO MELA! WHAT'S UP, DOC?? Mela to her feet, DOUBLE BOOT BY KITTI AND CHUNGUS AND MELA BARELY HOLDS ON!!!

                     

                    Crowd: 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                       

                      30. VIXXEN RIOT

                       

                      Ash: Winning spot #30 off Bey Blaze was a pretty good pull. Funny though, apparently 5 others were added to this match. I think DA might have lied to her. 

                       

                      Valerie: A rumble being full sounded kinda weird. Well, Vixxen is here and she lays a huge open palm across the face of Mela. Chungus asks Kitti now, WHAT'S UP DOC? Pulls her up and blasts her with a European Uppercut. Mela slaps Vixxen back, Vixxen catches the hand and huracanrana as Chungus gets Kitti up, Irish Whip and Kitti holds onto the ropes. Good job saving yourself.

                       

                      Marcus: Oh snap maybe not Chungus with the Springboard and SUPERMAN PUNCHES HER THE HELL OUTTA HERE! HE TOOK A LEFT TURN AT ALBUQUERQUE!!!

                       

                      Kitti Kruel is eliminated by Big Chungus! (3)

                       

                      Valerie: MELA MURDER WITH A BRASS KNUCKLE PUNCH FINALLY SENDS BIG CHUCKUP TO THE WATER! 

                       

                      Big Chungus is eliminated by Mela Murder! (4)

                       

                      Marcus: Turns around, Vixxen nails her with the Velvet Kiss and kicks her in!

                       

                      Mela Murder is eliminated by Vixxen Riot! (1)

                       

                      Valerie: Wait, but this means... she's gonna have 6, count em 6 people coming in now. 

                       

                      Ash: Have fun.

                       

                      Marcus: Vixxen taking the time to flaunt for the crowd, she's getting mixed reactions. 

                       

                      Valerie: Just as long as she doesn't sing again. 

                       

                      Marcus: She's laughing...Oh no, she's breakdancing. 

                       

                      Her theme gets put back on for a little bit as she busts a move.

                       

                      The crowd chants "We Want Raygun! We Want Raygun!"

                       

                      Marcus: That hurts my soul. 

                       

                      Ash: Oh thank God, the countdown clock is coming.

                       

                      Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                       

                      31. ROXY VILE

                      32. THE GRUNT

                      33. TANZKOMMANDER

                      34. DELILAH

                      35. GUMDROP

                      36. AIKO

                       

                      Ash: Vixxen and Roxy staring daggers into each other, do they have a history?

                       

                      Marcus: I dunno, but they're lighting each other up with punches, Roxy ducks and pulls Vixxen down by her hair into a backbreaker, Vixxen gets her leg up in an insane bend and kicks Roxy in the head, Roxy grabs the leg and flips her over, backflip by Vixxen landing on her feet, leapfrogs Roxy's sweep, going for a spinning wheel kick and Roxy grabs the leg, flips her and a perfect cartwheel by Vixxen, Vixxen flips up for the huracanrana but Roxy ducks and Vixxen airballs but able to find her feet, push-up to duck Roxy's kick.

                       

                      Valerie: These two are in fluid motion. The duck into a kip-up by Vixxen, going for the Poison Rana but Roxy flips her over and she hits a spinning headscissor on Tanzkommander!! They look at each other, shrug, going for a chop battle and Tanzkommander seeking revenge, lariat to both, they both duck instinctively, kip up almost in unison, Velvet Kiss to Tanz by Vixxen and Wicked Mercy by Roxy Vile!! 

                       

                      Marcus: These two should just kiss already. 

                       

                      Ash: Gross. Grunt coming for a charge... SINFUL WHISPER BY ROX! That brutal kick gives a chance for Vixxen to set up Dancing in the Chaos and Grunt is already regretting his choice! Vixxen and Roxy each grab one of the dudes and toss him out!! 

                       

                      The Grunt is eliminated by Vixxen Riot! (2) Tanzkommander is eliminated by Roxy Vile! (1)

                       

                      Valerie: That's right! It's Ladies' Night in this rumble!

                       

                      Marcus: Well, let's see if that sticks with the next entrant, we're about to get a countdown going.

                       

                      Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                       

                      37. THE IK

                       

                      Valerie: It's great to see the IK getting a chance to shine on the main stage. Will she survive? Unsure. 

                       

                      Ash: Well, Delilah already has a knee smash for her. And a quick chop for Gumdrop. Roxy looking to get in on that action but Gumdrop ready for her and hip toss. Roxy lining up the Sinful Whisper, Gumdrop splits just in time and Roxy cracks Vixxen with it! Vixxen spinning a little and Delilah runs through her with a forearm shot. Aiko going for the Moonblade Kick on Gumdrop, splits out of the way and a spinaroony kick to trip Aiko DELILAH SPRINGBOARD INTO THE CORKSCREW 450 ON GUMDROP! SHE GOT DELIGHTED! She picks her up and runs her through the ropes!!! 

                       

                      Valerie: BYE GUMDROP!

                       

                      Gumdrop is eliminated by Delilah! (1)

                       

                      Marcus: Vixxen smashes IK's face on her knee. IK kips up pretty quickly and jawbreaker to Aiko, Vixxen didn't take kindly to being ignored and slaps IK, then spin kick to Delilah. 

                       

                      Ash: Aiko with a chop to Roxy, OH and she blasts IK with a dropkick out of the ring, IK just holds on and stays on the apron, Springboard single leg dropkick to Delilah!

                       

                      Crowd: 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                       

                      38. AZTEC

                       

                      Marcus: Aztec looks satisfied that it's actually water. Less satisfied that Manta's already eliminated.

                       

                      Ash: Manta is in the crowd waiting on him just in case. 

                       

                      Marcus: That's a good friend.

                       

                      Valerie: Less good friend, Roxy with a spinning elbow shot to Vixxen. And a Sinful Whisper to Delilah! Delilah staggers back but keeps herself on the ropes. 

                       

                      Ash: Aztec locks a Mandible Claw on IK!! 

                       

                      Marcus: I still don't think he quite understands the match he's in.

                       

                      Ash: No, he's walking her towards the ropes, oh and he's putting her down. Yeah, you might be right. 

                       

                      Valerie: IK fighting to her feet, gets Roxy up and a UFO Spin!!! And she dumps her out of the ring, but Roxy barely holding on to a rope, and manages to contort herself away from the water. Impressive.

                       

                      Ash: Delilah with a jawbreaker to Aiko, Roxy runs IK's face into the buckle on her way in. Vixxen tries to take advantage with a Stinger Splash but IK able to move out of the way in time! And she smashes Vixxen's face into the buckle! IK pulls her up onto the top of the turnbuckle... running back... the assist by Aztec lifting her up into a shotgun dropkick! Vixxen sent backwards! Vixxen hits her head on the post and stumbles into the water!! 

                       

                      Vixxen Riot is eliminated by Aztec (1) and The IK (1)!

                       

                      Marcus: What teamwork AZTEC TOSSES IK IN AFTER HER!

                       

                      The IK is eliminated by Aztec! (2)

                       

                      Valerie: It's everyone for themselves! And we're moments away from #39!

                       

                      Ash: Aztec gives Roxy a toss while he's at it... NO! Vixxen catches her and she stays dry! What's she gonna... she helps her back up to the apron! And we go to countdown!

                       

                      Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                         

                        39. PERRY JERRY COCKBURN

                         

                        Marcus: PERRY JERRY IS HERE! AND HE THROWS HIS PROTEST SIGN IN THE DRINK AS HE RUNS IN! 

                         

                        Ash: He says, that's not me here. Delilah with a headbutt to Aiko. Vile doesn't take kindly to not being the new exciting person anymore and Superkick to Perry Jerry! Aztec tosses Roxy Vile out... VIXXEN CATCHES HER A-

                         

                         

                        Ash: BEY BLAZE WITH THE PROTEST SIGN SMASHES VIXXEN IN THE BACK!! SHE DROPS ROXY!!

                         

                        Roxy Vile is eliminated by Aztec! (3)

                         

                        Valerie: Delilah finally lands a punch on Aztec and oh that look says "I regret it"...  Perry Jerry with a one legged dropkick sends Aiko into the Water! Welcome to MAWL, PJ!

                         

                        Aiko is eliminated by Perry Jerry Cockburn! (1)

                         

                        Ash: Double punch by Aztec and PJ to Delilah... Aztec turns the table on PJ and donks his and Delilah's heads together. Aztec chokeslams PJ over the ropes but he manages to barely stay dry! Delilah with a running boot tries to knock him off the apron but he holds firm! PERRY SPRINGBOARDS IN AND SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB TO AZTEC! HE'S GOT ONE FOR DELILAH WHILE HE'S AT IT! AND THAT'LL TAKE US TO THE COUNTDOWN, AND TO NUMBER 40!

                         

                        Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                         

                        40. RORY ALICE

                         

                        Ash: Perry Jerry with a kick to Delilah's midsection, and Aztec with the Mandible Claw again to Rory Alice! She goes down quickly, but Aztec releases the hold when he remembers he can't win this way. Aztec with a series of stomps to Rory Alice, PJ lifts Delilah up into a Powerbomb DELILAH FRANKENSTEINERS HIM OVER THE ROPES!!!

                         

                        Perry Jerry Cockburn is elminated by Delilah! (2)

                         

                        Marcus: Way to go Delilah! And she keeps it runnin' and frankensteiner to Aztec, Aztec to his feet and spinning backfist to Rory Alice. Alice gets her wits about her, she pulls DELILAH up and Northern Lights Suplex! And she rolls into a second one, but this one sends Delilah packing!! 

                         

                        Delilah is eliminated by Rory Alice! (1)

                         

                        Valerie: But this leaves her alone with Aztec, which is not a great place for her to be... and he blasts her with a Full Nelson Suplex! Quick stomp to keep her down, she trips him and tries to get him off balance but it is not effective. Personally I'd just throw myself in if I were Rory.

                         

                        Marcus: But there's fight in this girl, and she is throwing a series of elbows at Aztec! But he just looks...amused. He gets the claw in again, and the countdown clock is going-

                         

                        Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3!

                         

                        Ash: He launches Rory out of the match!!

                         

                        Rory Alice is eliminated by Aztec! (4)

                         

                        Crowd: 2! 1!

                           

                          41. EL CERRADOR

                           

                          Ash: Cerrador in, Aztec greets him with a headbutt and sends him packing with a chokeslam out.

                           

                          El Cerrador is eliminated by Aztec! (5)

                           

                          Valerie: Well, now you gotta deal with 7 people so good job there.

                           

                          Marcus: Honestly I think it's a smart move on his part.

                           

                          Valerie: How do you figure?

                           

                          Marcus: Well, it speedruns the end of the rumble, so what could have taken 13 and a half minutes to get to the last person will now only take like 3, so there's less stamina to burn. Also, he's not the only target - the other 7 will also be fighting each other - so he has a better chance of lasting through it. 

                             

                            42. ACE ANARCHY

                            43. LIGHTNING LENNY CRUZ

                            44. SHOWBOAT

                            45. JAMES D

                            46. GOZU

                            47. GABBY DEVINE

                            48. MR. HAPPY

                             

                            Marcus: Mr. Happy's theme also seems to have changed.

                             

                            Ash: Gabby and Happy with a Double Sister Abigail to Gozu!!

                             

                            Valerie: DTP! And she hits it on James D too! Tries to dump James out but he holds on. Happy with a headbutt to Showboat, Lenny leapfrogs Showboat and dropkick to Happy. Taking a run and trying it with Ace Anarchy, OH but Ace catches him into a backbreaker! Gozu eats a running DDT from James D, he's having a harder time getting started than usual! Come on St. Gozu!

                             

                            Marcus: Almost like he'd fought somewhat recently. But Anarchy not gonna let Aztec just hide out in this match, gets him with a running big boot. 

                             

                            Ash: D tries to shove Gabby out, she just suffers some ropeburns. Turns his attention to Showboat, arm drags her over but she hits the apron and rolls back in. Aztec pushing back on Anarchy with a headbutt MR. HAPPY CROSS BODIES AZTEC INTO THE CORNER! RUNNING BACK AND CROSS BODY AGAIN!! TRYING ONCE MORE AZTEC HIP TOSSES HIM OUT OF THE MATCH!

                             

                            Mr. Happy is eliminated by Aztec! (6)

                             

                            Valerie: James D blasts Showboat with an interesting Running Bulldog! And Gozu running senton keeps Aztec in the corner! We're about to get #49! 

                             

                            Crowd: 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                             

                            49. RYAN HELLCAT

                             

                            Ash: Gozu charges out of the corner with a bionic elbow to Showboat, and Devine grabs him by the horns and leads him out into the water!!

                             

                            Gozu is eliminated by Gabby Devine! (1)

                             

                            Marcus: She tries to do it with Aztec too, he pushes away. Hellcat and Devine double superkick to Lenny sending him out!! 

                             

                            Lightning Lenny Cruz is eliminated by Gabby Devine (2) and Ryan Hellcat (1)!

                             

                            Ash: Gabby on fire and knee shot to Anarchy, Aztec catches her and backbreaker! Drop toe hold by Gabby refocusing on Anarchy. Aztec scoop slam to Hellcat onto the apron, he's able to keep his footing and hot shots Ace Anarchy. Aztec chokeslams D onto the apron and he also rolls in.

                             

                            Marcus: Hellcat with an eye poke to Showboat, Aztec with a punch to Hellcat, Devine protects her partner with two to Aztec and Hellcat with a spinning DDT to him. It's a 2 on 1 battle and Aztec is holding his own. Headbutt to Hellcat and we're about to get our last entrant!

                             

                              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                               

                              50. WONDERWOLF

                               

                              Ash: Cobra Clutch Suplex by Wonder to Ace! Showboat with a knee shot to Aztec, Hellcat tries a dropkick to Anarchy...Anarchy ducks and Hellcat catches Devine. 

                               

                              Marcus: Ohnooooo they might be mad at each other.

                               

                              Valerie: Aztec with a military press sends Showboat out!

                               

                              Showboat is eliminated by Aztec! (7)

                               

                              Marcus: The Man Who Can't Swim has 7 eliminations! 

                               

                              Ash: James D with a German Suplex to Wonderwolf! And D keeping his momentum going... D Stroyer Knee to Anarchy!! He wobbles back but JUST BARELY able to save himself. Devine tries to slap Aztec, he guides her hand to Hellcat's face. WONDERWOLF OUT OF NOWHERE GETS AZTEC WITH A DIVING HEADBUTT AND KNOCKS HIM BACK ONTO JAMES D! The impact pushes Hellcat back into Devine, as Wonderwolf pulls James D up and drills him back down with a Northern Lights Suplex. 

                               

                              Valerie: Blue Check Mafia should be running this right now.

                               

                              Marcus: Anarchy attempting to dump Wonder over, but Wonder lands on the apron and rolls back in. What a save.

                               

                              Ash: Hellcat with a snap jab to Anarchy as Devine kicks Aztec in the back of the leg. Anarchy eats ANOTHER D Stroyer Knee! But AGAIN he's able to just barely hang in there!

                               

                              Marcus: Anarchy doesn't listen to your rules, gravity.

                               

                              Ash: Aztec locks the Mandible on Gabby and she takes a nice nap on the mat. Hellcat punching on Aztec to get him off Devine and now he just stares Hellcat down. James D with a jumping knee to the face of Gabby, comes around and blasts Aztec with the D Stroyer Knee!! AZTEC IS OUT OF THIS ONE!!! 

                               

                               

                               

                              Aztec is eliminated by James D! (1)

                               

                              Marcus: Manta diving in to rescue his friend, he came close to the finish line and his plan almost worked. James D tries it a THIRD time with Anarchy and Anarchy refusing to die! 

                               

                              Valerie: Let it go, dude. And oh, he tries for a T-Bone to Ryan Hellcat and sends him outta here!! 

                               

                              Ryan Hellcat is eliminated by James D! (2)

                               

                              Marcus: Well now, this is getting interesting. 

                               

                              Ash: Other than Gabby Devine we have 3 OG MAWL men looking to take the main event of Fallout. Anarchy with a double suplex to James D and Wonderwolf! Wolf back to his feet, springboard blasting Anarchy with a tornado DDT... James D T-Bones the OTHER half of Blue Check Mafia... and he is checking them out!

                               

                              Gabby Devine is eliminated by James D! (3)

                               

                              Valerie: ACE ANARCHY AND JAMES D DOUBLE SUPERKICK WONDERWOLF OUT!!! 

                               

                              Wonderwolf is eliminated by James D (4) and Ace Anarchy (1)!

                               

                              Marcus: And it's down to Ace Anarchy and the man who is struggling to finish him off. 

                               

                              Valerie: Down to James D and the man who refuses to die. 

                               

                              Ash: ACE ANARCHY SPEARS JAMES D THROUGH THE ROPES!!!! STATE OF DECAY AND JAMES HITS THE WATER FIRST!!!!

                               

                              James D is eliminated by Ace Anarchy! (2) ACE ANARCHY WINS!

                               

                               

                              Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... THE THUUUUUUNDER FROM DOWN UUUUNDER...... ACE! ANARCHY!!!! 

                               

                              Marcus: ACE ANARCHY IS HEADLINING FALLOUT!!! ACE ANARCHY IS GOING TO ROSWELL IN THE MAIN EVENT!!! And who knows who he'll take on?? 

                               

                              Ash: Took 3 D Stroyer Knees, refused to go over and in, and walks out of here with the title match in his sights in only 4 short weeks. UN-Believable. We'll be right back after these commercial messages as we have to drain the pool here a bit. 

                               

                               

                              We are LIVE!

                               

                              You know what time it is!

                               

                              It is YOUR favourite segment of the week!

                               

                              Just by the intro, you know who's segment this is.

                               

                              it is YOUR favourite HeartBreaker.

                               

                              Two letter first name.

                              Long ass surname!

                              Woop woop!

                               

                              AJ HeartBreaker?

                               

                               

                              The DCW fan favourite is here!

                               

                              To some fan fair!

                               

                              A handful of MAWL roster members recognise him in the corridor, asking for pictures, autographs and just to chat to him.

                               

                              But why is everyone fascinated with the Son of SM HeartBreaker?

                               

                              Oh, I don't know, maybe because he is part of a popular boy band called "Dojo Boys".

                               

                              Hence the autographs and pictures.

                               

                               

                              The Maki Birds are just finished taking pictures with AJ HeartBreaker before Mr Happy approaches.

                               

                               

                              AJ: You are Mr Happy right?!

                               

                              Mr Happy looks at AJ HeartBreaker confused as Mr Happy was actually approaching AJ HeartBreaker first for an autograph and picture.

                               

                              AJ: It is just. My Sensai, Cartwright is a huge fan of a MAWL wrestler called Mr Happy and the way he described him, sounds a little like you.

                               

                              Mr Happy jumps up with excitement as he has discovered that he has one fan. A famous fan too.

                               

                              AJ: Hey, I am here to try and find my dad and ask him a bunch of questions. But I need to ask permission from the person who runs MAWL. Could you point me to their office?

                               

                              Mr Happy pauses for a moment and thinks. There are two GMs in MAWL at the moment, so he is unsure which one to send AJ HeartBreaker to. Mr Happy actually likes AJ HeartBreaker so he walks him to DA Jones' office.

                               

                              AJ: Thank you Mr Happy! I can see why Sensai Cartwright likes you so much! You really are the coolest person on the MAWL roster.

                               

                              Mr Happy absolutely pops from AJ HeartBreaker's words.

                               

                              AJ: Anyway, here goes nothing.

                               

                              But before AJ HeartBreaker knocks on the door, he pauses and turns back around.

                               

                              AJ: Mr Happy. Before you go. I have a gift for you. You have been super helpful directing me to the right person when you didn't have to. Consider yourself my friend Mr Happy and as my friend, I think you should have this.

                               

                              AJ HeartBreaker pulls out a plushie from his backpack. The Plushie is a Cartwright Plushie. Made by AJ HeartBreaker's other friend, One Minute Man. Plushies sold exclusively at the DCW official website.

                               

                              AJ: It is a plushie of my Sensai, Cartwright. It is super lucky but I think Sensai would like you to have it. A token to remind you to keep doing what you are doing Mr Happy. Keep being Mr Happy, no matter what happens!

                               

                              Mr Happy looks at the Plushie.

                               

                              The Plushie looks back at him.

                               

                              Mr Happy runs away happy with his new plushie as AJ HeartBreaker knocks on the door before entering.

                               

                              AJ: Mrs Jones. Miss. I am AJ HeartBreaker. I am here to ask your permission, Miss.

                               

                               

                              AJ HeartBreaker bows his head to greet DA Jones, before closing the door behind him.

                               

                              AJ: I come from DCW on a quest. I have come to investigate rumours that a MAWL wrestler, my father, has been scheming in DCW. So I humbly request permission to talk to members of the roster. Look for clues and well... investigate these rumours that I believe are pure lies.

                               

                              Before DA Jones can answer, AJ HeartBreaker continues to monologue. I wonder who that reminds you of?

                               

                              AJ: I know I have no right to make this request. I know I have no right to even accuse a member of your roster of scheming in a rival promotion.

                               

                              DCW is a rival promotion after all.

                               

                              AJ: But you know my father. If there is even a slight truth behind rumours that he knows I am a wrestler and that he IS indeed put a bounty on my head for people to try and end my career. I need to know the truth.

                               

                              AJ HeartBreaker approaches DA Jones' desk and bows his head.

                               

                              AJ: So am I able to be a guest on MAWL this month?

                               

                               

                              DA Jones turns around in her chair, sighs and rubs her forehead.

                               

                              DA: Look, kid. First of all. I know your father. All too well. And so it does not surprise me that he would pull some nonsense. So, I am going to give you a conditional yes.

                               

                              BUT, before you get too excited, we just dealt with a whole federation dig their grubs in and now we're dealing with a merger we didn't want. If you are coming to do what you feel needs doing and you can prevent yourself from setting off a full scare war AGAIN, then you have permission. If this becomes another whole takeover situation, any time you have in my arena will be jobbing to the goddamn Shmoo. Are we clear?

                               

                              AJ HeartBreaker's face lights up with delight and excitement.

                               

                              AJ: That is awesome! I would absolutely love to fight Shmoo too! I heard a rumour that Shmoo could be anyone. I even heard that their has been sightings of multiple Shmoos at once!

                               

                              DA Jones is not impressed so AJ HeartBreaker cans his excitement for a moment.

                               

                              AJ: I promise I won't cause any trouble. I promise this won't be a huge DCW versus MAWL thing. I purely am here as an ambassador of DCW. I will represent my promotion with the highest level of respect. My actions will reflect on DCW and I have always aimed to make them proud.

                               

                              If SM HeartBreaker could hear his son right now, He would literally throw up with what he just said. Disgusting.

                               

                              AJ: Also Miss. Mrs Jones. I do have to ask a favour. MAWL is a big scary place. The biggest promotion in the world with the biggest roster in history. Is there any chance you could direct me to a few people I can use as tour guides? A few honourable fighters who can direct me to the right people and avoid trouble?

                               

                              before DA Jones can ask why, AJ HeartBreaker does that signature HeartBreaker thing and keep talking when he should just stop.

                               

                              AJ: I have already done a bit of my home work about MAWL. So I know I need to speak to a few former allies of my fathers. I also need to look into the stable called "Zora Luthor Interational"? A woman named Aja Lioness seems to be the main woman behind the rumour im investigating. I know my father has enemies that may mix me up with him, so I will need to avoid them. So do you have anyone you could suggest to help me? I just want to get to the bottom of this quickly and not cause any trouble. I promise, Miss

                               

                              DA thinks on this.

                               

                              DA: Off the top of my head... Steve Thunder and Manta Ray always have their heart in the right spot, even if their heads need rattling sometimes. Do you speak Japanese? I assume not. If you do, Aiko is safe. I guess you could also ask her translator Rina. Hmm. Jeannie Rose, Good Dude Greg Arias, it's baked right into his name and he lives by it. Tyler Hayes. Phoebe Black. Ace Anarchy. I'd start in those places. Brian Storm is gruff but underneath that is a fierce protector.

                               

                              As they continue to talk, we move back to the backstage area.

                               

                               

                              Eli Ray stands backstage as competitors from the Sink or Swim Match file back through to the locker rooms.

                               

                               

                              He seems to be trying to get an interview with any of them, but no one wants to stop, because they want want to get changed out of their wet clothes asap. But as Eli turns his head, the camera pans to see a wrestler standing next to him.

                               

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Hey. Were you checking out those wet tees too?!

                               

                              Eli is startled by the wrestler, looks up to see the newly signed wrestler Perry Jerry Cockburn grinning in Eli's face. Drops of water drip from his hair onto Eli's face and jacket.

                               

                              Eli: What? No. I'm an interviewer...

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Good. That was a test. Perry Jerry was just testing to see if you were viewing the same thing as Perry Jerry or not.

                               

                              Eli looks confused. Perry Jerry looks at the cameraman.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: What about you mr voyeur? Perry Jerry bets you got some good footage of those women walking wet into the women's locker just now...

                               

                              The camera moves from side to side indicating a "no" as a response.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Okay, good. good. That was a test too. But hey, should we go interview some women in the locker room right now?

                               

                              He starts walking over to the locker room and turns and raises his arm and overhand waves the cameraman, beckoning them both to follow. Eli stays where he is.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Come on, Perry Jerry will break the ice.

                               

                              The camera shakes from side to side even more erratic.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Oh, Perry Jerry sees. Little man and voyeur man don't want to come.

                               

                              The locker-room door suddenly swings open. Perry stops dead. Valencia steps out first in fresh, dry gear, with Phoebe immediately behind her and Darling following them into the hallway. All three nearly walk straight into Perry, who is standing approximately one Perry Jerry too close to the women's locker-room entrance.

                               

                               

                              Valencia's eyes narrow. Phoebe looks from Perry, to the Women's locker room sign, and then back to Perry. Darling just stares at him. Perry smiles.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Ladies.

                               

                              Nothing.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Great timing. Perry Jerry was just...

                               

                              Valencia: Why are you standing outside our locker room creep?

                               

                              Perry's smile remains, but something behind it immediately begins panicking.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Interview.

                               

                              He points back toward Eli.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Journalism.

                               

                              Then toward the cameraman.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Television.

                               

                              Phoebe gives him an unimpressed look.

                               

                              Phoebe: Uh-huh. Valencia: Get out of her you creep, before I kick your ass!

                               

                              Perry Jerry steps back with his arms out pleading not to take matters into her own hands, and be violent towards him. Perry Jerry then places his hand to his chin, and cups it, placing a thumb and finger against jawline. He thinks for a second, and then does an "OH" face, as if he has realized that his actions and thoughts aren't wholesome.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Hah! Perry Jerry was just tricking to see if Eli would walk into the women's locker rooms. It was all an experiment. But he past the test! Besides, Perry Jerry can't be seen in the women's locker room again, let alone near one.

                               

                              Perry Jerry is shoved by Valencia, before he walks a few more feet from the locker room doors.

                               

                              He then abruptly starts to adjusts his trunks that have stuck tight to his thighs and manly crotch region due to being wet from the match. The scene is unsettling, and the cameraman is doing a good job at not capturing any of it. Perry looks at Eli, but Eli looks up at the ceiling. Then he looks at the camera man. The camera quickly turns towards Eli, who is not paying attention. There's a moment where nothing is happening except for the wet sounds from Perry Jerry adjusting his trunks off camera, with Eli looking away.

                               

                               

                              Vixxen Riot is backstage, still slightly out of breath after her elimination.

                               

                              A few more female wrestlers are exiting the locker rooms, and look over in Perry's direction, naturally curious at what Perry, and Eli are doing only to be grossed out by what they see. They all quickly walk away in the opposite direction.

                               

                              Eli finally notices the camera, and there's a silent conversation between him and the cameraman. Some gesturing using just the eyes, with tiny head, and hand movements. It looks like cameraman is telling Eli that they should just leave, and walk away, but Eli is hesitant. The camera even moves ten feet away, before moving back closer. There's some out of focus zoomed in shots before Eli tells the cameraman to stay put, and then shrugs his shoulders.

                               

                              Eli: Hey. Mr Perry Jerry...

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Yo, what's up little man?

                               

                              Eli: Ah, how about I interview you. . . ?

                               

                              Perry Jerry coincidently finishes fiddling with himself at the same time the camera pans back over to him to get a response. Perry Jerry sees this as a confidence booster, to be asked for an interview just like a Hollywood celebrity would be stopped on the red carpet. He looks at Eli with a huge goofy grin, even biting his bottom lip.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: O-of of course. Perry Jerry will be honored to be asked a few questions. Paid for of course.

                               

                              Perry Jerry snaps back into a confident pose. He thinks about straightening out his shirt, but it's wet, and difficult to do. He tries anyways and causes water trapped in it's fabric to run out and down his legs.

                               

                              Then he puts his hand out waiting for a microphone or clip on mic, but then settles to share the microphone that Eli has.

                               

                              Perry Jerry: Perry Jerry is ready for an exclusive backstage interview. Now hit Perry Jerry with your best shot little man.

                               

                              [to be added]

                               

                               

                              She watches a reply of the Rumble on a nearby monitor. Roxy Vile walks into frame, exhausted, her hair disheveled and her body showing the wear of the match.

                               

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              Well... you're still standing.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Barely.

                               

                              Vixxen looks her up and down, then smirks.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              I saw that.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Saw what?

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              Both times.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Both times?

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              The first time I caught you and got you back onto the apron.

                               

                              Roxy gives her a skeptical look.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Seriously? You take credit for that one? I was the one hanging on.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              Yeah, but I was the one who pulled you back up.

                               

                              Roxy pauses for a moment, then gives a small nod.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              ...Fair enough.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              And then you got thrown over again.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Yeah. And that one was your fault.

                               

                              Vixxen raises an eyebrow.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              My fault?

                               

                              Roxy:
                              You caught me again, but dropped me in the water.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              Exactly! I caught you again. I could've just walked away, but I didn't.

                               

                              Roxy:

                              Still you drop me.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              Hey, I was still trying to hold onto you! Bey Blaze made me let go.

                               

                              Roxy pauses, considering that.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              ...Okay.

                               

                              Vixxen smiles, surprisingly satisfied.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              So... you owe  me one.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              I don't think I do.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              Oh?

                               

                              Roxy:
                              We're even. You kicked me in the head

                               

                              Vixxen laughs.

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              No, we're not.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Why not?

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              That debt was paid when you put that spinning elbow into the back of my head.

                               

                              Roxy pauses, thinking it over.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              ...Fair enough.

                               

                              Vixxen gives her a grin.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              And?

                               

                              Vixxen:
                              And I think we're gonna get along just fine.

                               

                              Roxy stares at her for a moment, then gives a faint smile.

                               

                              Roxy:
                              Don't push your luck.

                               

                              Vixxen walks off, grinning.

                               

                              The camera lingers on Roxy for a few more seconds as she watches Vixxen walk away. A quiet chuckle escapes her, followed by a small smile.

                               

                               

                              The camera cuts backstage to Robertos Michael locker room. The door is wide open, with the noise of the arena bleeding into the hallway.

                               

                               

                              Robertos sits on a bench, calmly tightening the tape around his gloves. His jacket hangs nearby, his gear neatly arranged.

                               

                               

                              Astrid Vale approaches the open doorway.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: Robertos, can we get a word?

                               

                              Robertos does not look up.

                               

                              Robertos: You can try.

                               

                              He finishes tightening the tape, flexes his fingers and starts working on the other glove.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: After everything that has come out about the briefcase situation—

                               

                              Robertos finally looks up, giving Astrid a brief, unimpressed glance.

                               

                              Robertos: Oh, we are doing that now?

                               

                              He looks down at his glove again.

                               

                              Robertos: Fine. Ask your question.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: The government conspiracy, the doctored footage, Aztec supposedly being the legitimate winner... what are your thoughts?

                               

                              Robertos: Honestly? I did not really give a shit about it at the time. I was new here, I had just won my matches and I was more interested in making a name for myself than figuring out who had a briefcase and why Aztec was apparently everyones problem.

                               

                              I knew there was a whole thing going on. I just did not care enough to look into it.

                               

                              Robertos shrugs.

                               

                              Robertos: Apparently, I should have.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: So you did not know the footage had been manipulated? You did not know you apparently still had the briefcase and the right to cash in?

                               

                              Robertos: No.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: But you were involved in the match.

                               

                              Robertos: Apparently.

                               

                              He shrugs again.

                               

                              Robertos: Look, I knew I had a briefcase. Obviously I have a briefcase. I am not homeless.

                              I travel from event to event. I have clothes, shoes, whatever else I need to carry around. I am not showing up with everything stuffed into a garbage bag.

                              But apparently, and this is the part I did not know, everyone was not talking about a briefcase.

                              They were talking about The Briefcase.

                               

                              Robertos looks toward the briefcase sitting nearby.

                               

                              Robertos: Now that you mention it...

                              I did always wonder why there was a briefcase sitting in my locker room every time I showed up. I kept thinking, Who the hell keeps putting this thing here?

                              Every event, there it was.

                              So eventually, I started using it to put my shoes on.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: You used the briefcase... as a shoe stand?

                               

                              Robertos looks at Astrid like the question is ridiculous.

                               

                              Robertos: It was sitting there. It was useful. What exactly was I supposed to do, worship it?

                              Nobody told me it was important.

                               

                              He smirks.


                              Robertos:
                               Now I get it.

                              Apparently it is mine. Apparently I can cash in whenever I want.

                               

                              Robertos shrugs.

                               

                              Robertos: So, yeah... someday I will probably use it. If somebody wants to make my life easier, I will not say no.

                              But until then...

                               

                              Robertos casually puts his foot on the briefcase.

                               

                              Robertos: ...it is still a pretty good shoe stand.

                               

                              Astrid stares at him for a moment, seemingly unsure whether Robertos genuinely had no idea what the briefcase was or if he is simply enjoying every second of the confusion.

                               

                              Robertos notices the look on her face.

                               

                              Robertos: What?

                               

                              He raises an eyebrow.

                               

                              Robertos: You got another question?

                               

                              Astrid Vale looks like she is about to say something, but ultimately just lets out a quiet sigh and walks away.

                               

                              Robertos watches her leave, staring after her for a moment.

                              He simply shrugs.

                               

                              He reaches down and picks up the briefcase, looking at it for a few seconds.

                               

                              An arrogant smile slowly appears across his face.

                               

                              The camera lingers on that smile.

                               

                              Fade to black.

                               

                              Further down the hall, Pharra is talking to someone. 

                               

                               

                              Pharra: Yes, my Lord, I agree. But I think this provides an opportunity.

                               

                              ...

                               

                              Pharra: The mask, my Lord. I think if you can obtain Daniel's mask, you gain the source of his power. 

                               

                              ...

                               

                              Pharra: Of course, my Lord. We shall dominate this match and then exercise dominion over Daniel and all the forces he wields. We shall obtain Aztec's sack. And we shall make Steve Thunder pay for his refusal to join us. 

                               

                              ...

                               

                              Pharra: Yes, my Lord, the insurance is on the way.

                               

                              As we go even further backstage...

                               

                              The camera cuts to a quiet interview area. Big Eyan stands beneath the dim backstage lights, dressed in a black leather jacket, dark fitted T-shirt and black jeans, not his wrestling gear. The Epoch Championship rests heavily over one massive shoulder.

                               

                               

                              Beside him stands Astrid Vale, microphone in hand.

                               

                               

                              Astrid Vale: Congratulations, Big Eyan. You walked into the Four Chambers Match and walked out as the new Epoch Champion. How does it feel?

                               

                              Eyan looks down at the championship for a moment.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Heavy.

                               

                              Astrid waits.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: Heavy?

                               

                              Big Eyan: It's a title.

                               

                              He looks back at Astrid.

                               

                              Big Eyan: I won.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: You don't seem particularly interested in celebrating.

                               

                              Big Eyan: I don’t need to celebrate

                               

                              Eyan adjusts the championship on his shoulder.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: You eliminated four men on your way to that championship. Does that change how you see yourself as a champion?

                               

                              Eyan's eyes narrow slightly.

                               

                              Big Eyan: No.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: No?

                               

                              Big Eyan: I'm still me.

                               

                              Before Astrid can continue, a calm female voice cuts through the interview.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Oh, I think you're being rather modest.

                               

                              Eyan's head slowly turns toward the voice.

                               

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair steps into frame. Immaculately dressed in a tailored black suit, ivory satin blouse and black heels, she carries herself with effortless aristocratic confidence. Her black fedora sits perfectly on her head as she approaches, one hand resting lightly against its brim.

                               

                              Eyan's expression immediately hardens.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Who are you?

                               

                              Amalia stops in front of him, completely unfazed.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Amalia Sinclair.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Don't know you.

                               

                              Beat.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Don't care.

                               

                              Astrid glances between them.

                               

                              Amalia simply smiles.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: That's perfectly alright.

                               

                              She adjusts the brim of her fedora.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I don't require your attention immediately, darling. I'm quite confident I'll have it eventually.

                               

                              Eyan stares at her.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Though I must say... you are rather difficult to ignore up close.

                               

                              She gives him a faint, knowing smile.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: And I had heard you were imposing.

                               

                              Her eyes briefly travel from his face to the championship resting on his shoulder.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I see the reports were rather conservative.

                               

                              Big Eyan: You talk too much.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: And you say too little.

                               

                              She turns briefly toward Astrid.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Astrid Vale. A pleasure.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: Nice to meet you.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Likewise.

                               

                              She turns back toward Eyan.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Now, where were we?

                               

                              Big Eyan: You were leaving.

                               

                              Amalia lets out a quiet, amused breath.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Charming.

                               

                              She looks toward the Epoch Championship.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You have something most men spend their entire careers trying to acquire.

                               

                              Big Eyan: The title.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Power.

                               

                              She lets her eyes rest on the championship for a moment.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: The title is merely the symbol.

                               

                              Eyan's jaw tightens.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You've already demonstrated that you possess the power. Four eliminations. Four men who couldn't stop you when they came into your way.

                               

                              She takes a measured step closer.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You survived the chambers. You outlasted monsters and then you walked out carrying the Epoch Championship.

                               

                              Eyan says nothing.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Impressive.

                               

                              She gives him a faint, almost flirtatious smile.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Very impressive.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Get to the point.

                               

                              Amalia's smile widens slightly.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I like that.

                               

                              Astrid watches the exchange with growing curiosity.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You don't need someone to tell you how to fight. Frankly, darling, I value my own survival far too much to attempt that.

                               

                              Eyan's expression doesn't change.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You need someone who can take what you already are and make sure everyone else understands it.

                               

                              Big Eyan: I don't need a manager.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: No.

                               

                              She adjusts her fedora.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You need an architect.

                               

                              Eyan looks down at her.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I can be the voice behind the action.

                               

                              She gestures toward the championship.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: The strategy behind the power.

                               

                              Her eyes meet his.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: And the elegance behind the devastation.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Why you?

                               

                              Amalia smiles, completely unfazed.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Because you're dangerous.

                               

                              She steps closer, her voice remaining calm.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: But more importantly, because I know what to do with dangerous men.

                               

                              She holds his gaze.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You have the power. The presence. The brutality.

                               

                              She lightly touches the edge of the Epoch Championship.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I have the strategy, the composure, and the voice to turn all of that into something much bigger than a championship reign.

                               

                              Her smile becomes faintly flirtatious.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You don't need someone to make you dangerous, darling. You need someone intelligent enough to stand beside you without getting in your way.

                               

                              Eyan stares at her for several seconds.

                               

                              Big Eyan: And what do you get?

                               

                              Amalia pauses.

                               

                              For the first time, her expression becomes slightly more playful.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: The satisfaction of being right.

                               

                              Beat.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: And perhaps the privilege of standing beside the most dangerous man in the building.

                               

                              Eyan looks at her.

                               

                              Big Eyan: You talk a lot.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Someone has to.

                               

                              She tilts her head slightly, looking up at him.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Besides, you make such a compelling argument when you're silent.

                               

                              Eyan's expression barely changes.

                               

                              Big Eyan: You're confident.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Immensely.

                               

                              She adjusts the brim of her fedora.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: But I have excellent reasons for it.

                               

                              She pauses, looking him over with a faint smile.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: And I must admit... you're making it rather difficult not to be.

                               

                              Eyan stares at her for a moment.

                               

                              Astrid Vale: You certainly seem too confident.

                               

                              Amalia turns toward Astrid, raising one eyebrow.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Darling, I'm British.

                               

                              A tiny, knowing smile.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Confidence is practically compulsory.

                               

                              Astrid lets out a quiet laugh.

                               

                              Eyan gives Amalia a long, unimpressed look.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: So, yes. I see an opportunity.

                               

                              She looks at Eyan.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: He has the power.

                               

                              She lightly touches the edge of the Epoch Championship.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I have the vision.

                               

                              She lowers her hand.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Together, we could build something rather unpleasant for everyone else.

                               

                              Big Eyan: And if I say no?

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Then you say no.

                               

                              She takes a small step back.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I'll walk away.

                               

                              Eyan studies her.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: But I don't think you will.

                               

                              Big Eyan: You don't know me.

                               

                              Amalia smiles.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Not yet.

                               

                              Silence.

                               

                              Eyan looks down at the championship, then back at Amalia.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Keep up.

                               

                              Amalia's smile grows.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I knew there was a gentleman underneath all that violence.

                               

                              Eyan turns and begins walking away.

                               

                              Big Eyan: Don't push it.

                               

                              Amalia calmly follows beside him, heels clicking against the concrete.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Careful, darling.

                               

                              She looks up at him.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: You might get used to having me around.

                               

                              Big Eyan: I said don't push it.

                               

                              Amalia smiles to herself.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: I wouldn't dream of it.

                               

                              She pauses for half a beat.

                               

                              Amalia Sinclair: Not yet.

                               

                              The camera follows the two as they disappear down the backstage corridor.

                               

                              The Epoch Championship gleams over Eyan's shoulder.

                               

                              The champion says nothing.

                               

                              The Architect smiles.

                               

                              And somewhere behind them, the consequences have already begun.

                               

                               

                              Ash: Some devious planning happening here leading into our next match.

                               

                               

                              Valerie: Look, you gotta get the power where you can. If you can take control of that mask, why wouldn't you?

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Cause that mask messes you up. See what happened to Genesis? He's not been the same since.

                               

                              Valerie: Some can't handle the power.

                               

                              On "power" the lights flicker and thunder kicks in. 

                               

                               

                              The crowd slams on the railings to the heavy drum chanting "THUNDER".

                               

                              Thunder walks out high-fiving fans, but he's not his usual hyper self.  

                               

                               

                              Steve: EDMOOOOOONTON!

                               

                              The crowd pops. Steve smiles, but the smile drops a little.

                               

                              Steve: Y'all, I have so much love for all of MAWL's fans worldwide. And Canada is no different. Y'all have been so good to us. 

                               

                              Steve notices the crowd is starting to cheer. Steve puts his hands up. 

                               

                              Steve: And I don't want to be ungrateful that the Oilers allowed us to use their stadium. But I have something to say to Stan Bowman. 

                               

                              Was it worth it? 

                               

                              Was it worth signing someone accused of sexual assault? 

                               

                              Even with an acquittal. It's a shitty message to send. The people deserve better. The fans, especially those who are victims deserve better. Because it's not clear that the acquittal means it didn't happen. You invited a lightning rod here. I could go into statistics... y'all, RAINN has all the facts on assaults that don't get justice, and Alex Formenton should not be here. Period. End of story.

                               

                              The crowd cheers agreement. "FIRE FOREMENTON" chants go up. 

                               

                              Steve: I gotta be honest, I considered not fighting tonight in protest. And if I were in a singles match, I would have apologized and stepped away. But I'm part of a team. A team with a man who fought valiantly to the end of a rumble, and a man who is now marked by the pair that tried to get me under their spell. So, instead, I had amazing Adeline make these pants for me. I don't even care that his name wasn't spelled right because he can get MEOWED. And it won't solve everything or anything, but know Khairos, Pharra, Physio Joker, that you don't have the happy go lucky Steve in front of you today. You have a man full of rage who wants to break something. Physio, you and me, we faced off at Path and you remember my stance then - the only thing that riles me up is scumbags who treat women like dirt and then get away with it. And since Alex Formenton isn't here for me to snap his legs in four different places, you and your partners are going to be the unfortunate holdovers. Don' t take it personal if you can't walk out of here. I don't think you're responsible, but I have to hit something to get this out. 

                               

                              Steve breathes a little.

                               

                              Steve: Thank you, fans, for listening. And unless you yourselves have engaged in such garbage behavior, you don't deserve to be punished for all of this. You all came here for a fight. So boots are laced, eyes are locked, the rest of you get your asses out here and let's do this thing.

                               

                              Steve drops the mic and the crowd pops. Steve stares down the entranceway pacing in the ring.

                               

                              Ash: I have never seen Steve like this. No jokes. No hyper energy. And I can't honestly blame him. 

                               

                              Valerie: Both WildFire and Steve have had important messages to say today. Don't assault and don't drive drunk. It's a reminder that these aren't just entertainers, they're also both members and voices of their community, they both project a no shits given attitude but under that lies pain, anger, and a desire for the right thing. 

                               

                              Marcus: If I were Physio, Khairos, Pharra, I might reconsider going out there tonight. 

                               

                              Suddenly a shift in lights as an unfamiliar song comes through the PA...

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Oh, who the hell is this now-

                               

                               

                              Ash: UMAGI! UMAGI IS HERE AND HE BLASTS STEVE WITH A SPEAR!

                               

                              Marcus: But what the hell does he want with Steve?

                               

                              Valerie: This must be the insurance Pharra spoke of.

                               

                               

                              Sure enough, Pharra stands at the entrance cackling as the crowd boos. She walks towards the ring, then holds the Ankh up. 

                               

                              Lightning strikes and the lights go out. 

                               

                              When they return-

                               

                               

                              -Khairos is in the ring with Umagi over the fallen Steve!

                               

                              Pharra: YOUR END IS AT HAND, STING RAY STEVE THUNDER, FOR-

                               

                              The portal opens behind Khairos and-

                               

                               

                              Marcus: AZTEC IS HERE TO SET THINGS RIGHT! HE GETS A SLEEPERHOLD ON KHAIROS! KHAIROS NODS TO UMAGI, UMAGI LINES UP WITH A SPEAR IN MIND-His leg is grabbed from under the ring!

                               

                               

                              Valerie: Daniel is here! Daniel is here and he slows down the Samoan, that trap door under there is very useful. Trying to pull him out of the ring-

                               

                               

                              Ash: Physio from the crowd and cracks Daniel with a kendo stick! This is chaos! Pharra clapping as the chaos unfolds and she heads to the ring, will Umagi be taking her place in this match? 

                               

                              Valerie: Doesn't look to be that way, she's removing the ceremonial accoutrement and looks to be in her fighting gear. It doesn't look like Umagi is planning on leaving either.

                               

                              Marcus: A handicap is bad enough when you don't have muscle like Umagi and when one of your team isn't laid out. But it looks to be that this ragtag squad is in a hard way...

                               

                              Over the loudspeaker: I'M COMIIIIIIING

                               

                               

                              Marcus: JCM DOWN THE RAMP AT FULL SPEED! HE'S LOOKING FOR A FIGHT AND BY GOD HE'S ABOUT TO FIND ONE!

                               

                              Ash: JCM throwing fists at Physio, and it's become an all out brawl here! Someone has to get order!

                               

                               

                              DA: BOYS! And Pharra. Cut the crap and get into the ring. This just became a survivor series match. Ace, on team Thunder. Umagi, on team Khairos. Can we get a damn ref out here?

                               

                               

                              Carter Vale runs out to separate the chaos. 

                               

                              Ash: Oh thank God, someone who can get some control. 

                               

                               

                              The bell rings! 

                               

                              Ash: Umagi and JCM Ace to start. JCM tangles with Umagi in a test of strength, JCM with a headbutt, Umagi gives one back, neither man wants to break the hold, Umagi starting to overpower JCM and gets the thumb out, wants to waste no time going for the Spike, oh but that diverts some of Umagi's arm strength and JCM able to get him with an arm drag! Locking in the armbar right off the bat, but Umagi punching at JCM's ribs to break the hold quickly. 

                               

                              Marcus: It's a rookie mistake going for the killshot early when you're already overpowering your foe, and JCM made Umagi pay for it.

                               

                              Valerie: Umagi's strength can't be denied either though, lifts JCM up and rams him into the turnbuckle! He's treating JCM's midsection like a damn speedbag! Physio tags himself in and Umagi doesn't look too thrilled about that as he stares Physio down, early tension in this team is not a great sign, Physio with the Irish Whip oh but JCM reverses and launches Physio into his corner, going for the charge but Physio leaps and sunset flip powerbomb for the early attempt-

                               

                              Carter: ONE!

                               

                              Ash: JCM kicks, rolls back, snap powerslam to Physio and tags in Daniel. Daniel picks Physio up for a powerbomb, Physio trying to get out of it throwing bows at Daniel's head and huracanrana! Daniel rolls to his feet, catches Physio in an arm drag, Physio kips up and Daniel boots him right back down. Physio quick to his feet, ripcord lariat to Daniel! Pharra motioning to Physio...what's that about? 

                               

                              Marcus: She's trying to get him to look in Daniel's pockets! OHHH she's probably looking for the mask. 

                               

                              Ash: Physio giving a nod to the corner, searching Daniel and doesn't seem to be anything, he shrugs, oh Daniel rolls him up!! 

                               

                              Carter: ONE! 

                               

                              Valerie: Physio kicks. Physio annoyed at Pharra distracting him, Pharra annoyed at there being no mask, the two of them arguing...this team does not have their head fully in the game and Physio does not have his eye on the ball, Daniel takes advantage and lariat to the back of the head. Was it wise for Daniel to leave the mask away? Hard to say.

                               

                              Marcus: I mean if two people actively seeking it are right here, then yeah, I think that's a wise call. Daniel picking him up again, Physio slips out, going for a run and Sling Blade! Thunder finally seems recovered from the spear and no less angry, reaching for a tag and Daniel gets it in! Steve with a Thesz Press to Physio and just absolutely blasting him with fists, slamming the head on the mat as he's going for it, man is rabid in there. 

                               

                              Ash: Absolutely pummeling and he's trying now to turn Physio over, Physio trying to fight him off, he knows what's coming if Thunder can pull that off, Physio trying to reach for a tag, trying to elbow Thunder away from him, but he is a dog with a bone oh here comes Pharra with a dropkick and that'll get Steve to let go, oh and he's getting in her face and throwing forearms in her face, grabs her head and smashing into her knee and I think in his rage he's losing the thread, Physio tags out and Umagi absolutely steamrolls Steve over to his own corner with a shoulder tackle, Aztec tags in and running knee shot to Umagi, Umagi staggers a bit but doesn't go down, ripping his palm across Umagi's chest with those chops and they hear those in the cheap seats! THAT he's feeling but he just launches Aztec with a release belly to belly!

                               

                              Valerie: Aztec isn't used to getting tossed like that. And it's not a smart move to come running back, Aztec. 

                               

                              Marcus: And he stops just short of the boot, catches and pulls Umagi in, rolling back elbow! Northern Lights Suplex and he's going for the pin-

                               

                               Carter: ONE! 

                               

                              Ash: Shoulders up, lifts Aztec up with him, big suplex, he loads the thumb up, and I think we are looking for the-well, it doesn't matter, Aztec grabs the thumb and trying to bend it like Bec-Umagi with the headbutt, Aztec gives it back, picks him up and release belly to belly, tags in JCM Ace, Umagi turns around and JCM with the 3rd Ave Forearm NO UMAGI CATCHES HIM AND POWERSLAM!! The cover!!

                               

                              Carter: ONE! T-

                               

                              Valerie: He gets up AGAIN!

                               

                              Marcus: I get trying to eliminate people quickly, but this takes it too far. JCM with the underhook and butterfly suplex! He gets Umagi up onto his shoulders, going for the Ace Bomb... wait, when did Pharra get a microphone?

                               

                              Pharra: JCM Ace. You are probably wondering where your wife was this morning. Well, we have her. Our guards have her safe, and in fact, they are preparing to give her the Royal Life you've only promised her in name.

                               

                              JCM Ace: I don't believe you! You better not-

                               

                              Pharra points to the screen where JCH Queen is shown, and a guard with a staff. JCM can't turn away, and as Umagi slips off...

                               

                               

                              JCH Queen is shown turning into an Egyptian Queen! 

                               

                              Marcus: Unbelievable!!

                               

                              Ash: Of course it's unbelievable, it's a deepfake. I think Queen's in the crowd.

                               

                              Valerie: Well, it's convinced JCM enough oh no he sees through it and turns around SAMOAN SPIKE BY UMAGI! KHAIROS TAGS HIMSELF IN AND GETS JCM ON HIS SHOULDERS! SPINNING INTO A SITOUT DRIVER, JCM JUST GOT HIS DESTINY FULFILLED! DESTINY DRIVER!!!

                               

                              Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              JCM Ace is eliminated by Khairos!

                               

                              Marcus: And we're back to the imbalance of power.

                               

                              Aztec enters the match.

                               

                              Ash: Two absolute titans in every sense of the word. Honestly, I'd pay just to see these two go at it. This staredown itself just gives me shivers. They're throwing fists, and it's getting hectic in there. Khairos blasts Aztec with a discus forearm, Aztec returns with a rolling elbow smash, spins Khairos around and a full nelson suplex! Khairos pushes his body out of any potential pinning situation, gets Aztec up into a pendulum backbreaker, Aztec reaching for a tag but Khairos gets him by the waist and launches him with a German! Aztec to his feet, Khairos blasts him with a running boot into his corner, Umagi tags himself back in, off the ropes, off the ropes again, SPEAR!! Going for the pin - Thunder looking to come in and break it up, pulled off the apron by Physio and Physio throws him into the barricade! Steve to his feet, but not in time, Aztec covered-

                               

                              Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

                               

                              Aztec is eliminated by Umagi!

                               

                              Steve Thunder enters the match.

                               

                              Marcus: Sting Ray shooting stars in and there's the cutter!! Right in with the Venom Spike!!

                               

                              Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              Umagi is eliminated by Sting Ray Steve Thunder!

                               

                              Khairos enters the match.

                               

                              Ash: Steve turning the energy towards Khairos now, but Khairos able to use Steve's unfocused energy against him, easily blocking Steve's wild swings, gets him up in a double hand chokeslam! Picking him up and sitout spinebuster! 

                               

                              Carter: ONE! T-

                               

                              Valerie: Steve rolls out, runs back, and dropkick pushing Khairos, he rolls him back, Daniel tags himself in, Daniel blasts Khairos with a forearm shot, Khairos returns in kind, pulling Daniel in and ripcord Powerslam! Khairos is too fast and too smart for these people. 

                               

                              Marcus: I wouldn't count them out yet... Daniel running, Khairos tries for a big boot to catch him out, Daniel grabs the boot! Spins Khairos around and gets a full nelson, full nelson suplex! 

                               

                              Carter: ONE! T-

                               

                              Ash: Khairos shoulders out, Daniel gets him by the head and the jump.... drives the face down into the mat, Soul Impact! They call that the momentum stealer and right now it might be the match ender! 

                               

                              Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

                               

                              Ash: Khairos kicks out!!! 

                               

                              Valerie: Do you all believe now? 

                               

                              Marcus: That he's a pain in the ass to put down? Yes. 

                               

                              Ash: Daniel clearly frustrated, he goes for a clothesline but maybe a little unfocused, either way Khairos able to evade it and spin him around... up into a High Angle Uranage!!! Daniel bounced on his head and shoulders!!! And... oh, looks like something has his attention...

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Is...is this common? For a mask to just show up on a corner like that?

                               

                              Ash: Unfortunately yes. 

                               

                              Valerie: Finally Daniel is important... to... Khairos and Pharra...

                               

                              Ash: Khairos points Pharra to the mask, Steve sees it too... they're both running to the corner to get it, Daniel using this time to get back to his feet, toe kick and blasts Khairos with a second Soul Impact!!! Steve beats Pharra to the mask and shotgun dropkicks her off the apron!

                               

                              Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

                               

                              Khairos is eliminated by Daniel!

                               

                              Marcus: Steve rolls Pharra in, Daniel turns Pharra upside down and Demon Slayer! The modified bear hug! Pharra taps!

                               

                              Pharra is eliminated by Daniel!

                               

                              Ash: Pharra and Khairos were so obsessed with the mask and Daniel beat them both without it.

                               

                              Valerie: Physio Joker blasts Steve with the Goodnight Lillie May! He has the mask and takes it for himself... putting it on and entering the ring.

                               

                              Physio Joker enters the match. He puts it on and... nothing.

                               

                              Ash: The mask rejects Physio! You have to win its acceptance through Trial by Combat! Daniel just UNLOADING on Physio, Steve struggling to his feet but up to the apron, Physio swings in with the Goodnight Lillie May, Thunder catches him into a full nelson and down he goes, oh I think we see where this is going! Sugar Lock.... there's the Asiatic Spike and you can see he's more comfortable getting the Davy Jones in!!! 

                               

                              Marcus: Physio refusing to tap, refusing to fade, trying to get to a rope, Thunder twists him away from the rope, and Physio fading! Physio won't say quit, but his body is giving out! Physio is out!!

                               

                              Physio Joker is eliminated by Sting Ray Steve Thunder! Thunder and Daniel win!!

                               

                               

                              Sheri: Here are your winners, Sting Ray Steve Thunder, Daniel, Aztec, and JCM Ace!

                               

                              Ash: The Davy Jones Lock claims its next victim, and Thunder is already having his best year as a result.

                               

                              Valerie: He's embarrassed Gozu and Physio Joker with it already, Manta embarrassed Edomite, you gotta think though that comeuppance is on its way. 

                               

                              Marcus: Maybe, maybe not. We've yet, i think, to see the breadth of which the Lock will go. One thing we do know, though, is that Aztec and Khairos are not done with each other. You have to imagine that Aztec wants that Ankh back. 

                               

                              Ash: And on getting things back, Bowen is looking for revenge on Def Jam for cashing in on him, but DA Jones has made that journey exponentially harder. What has up until this event started been marketed as a 3 way street fight has now become a 4-way match and not only that, it's a lumberjack match. 

                               

                              Valerie: Each corner has 5 people to back them up, they'll enter once the four competitors have made their way into the ring to avoid getting jumped. 

                               

                               

                              Sheri: The following contest is a Hardcore Lumberjack Match, and it is for the Hardcore Title!

                               

                               

                              Music hit as Bowen comes through the curtains, he stands just 2 steps in front of the curtains hands clasped at his waist head down.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: First! From Queens, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, representing XHW-

                               

                              The crowd boos immensely.

                               

                              Till the words kick in raises head makes way down to ringside with a slow methodical walk as Survival of The Fittest blasts.

                               

                              Ash: Yeah, he's deserving what the crowd is giving to him.

                               

                              Valerie: Seriously? Def Jam stole his belt.

                               

                              Marcus: Cashed in for. The term is cashed in for. 

                               

                              Once at the ring Bowen climbs the steps makes his way to the center of the apron turns to face the crowd throws a hand in the air before entering the ring. Makes way to other side of the ring and again throws a hand in the air. Then removes hoodie and chain and puts it in his corner.

                               

                              The arena lights die without warning, the crowd’s roar collapsing into uneasy silence. The titantron glitches violently before locking in on one chilling message:

                              “Name Display: Devilishly Great.”

                               

                              A wave of boos and nervous anticipation rolls through the arena.

                               

                              The darkness lingers… then a blinding flash cuts through the void. There he stands.

                               

                               

                               

                              Devilishly Great.

                              Unbothered. Unrushed. Smirking like he owns the building — because in his mind, he does.

                               

                              He strides toward the ring with cold confidence, soaking in the hatred like fuel. Every step deliberate. Every glance dripping with arrogance.

                               

                              Sheri: From Bucharest, Romania, weighing in at 251 pounds, DEVILISHLY GREAT!! ROBERTOS MIIIIIIICHAEL!!!

                               

                              Ash: He's got Vixxen in his corner, it's possible that Roxy Vile will be there and then my understanding is two fellow Romanians.

                               

                              As Devilishly Great steps between the ropes, the lights stutter again. He climbs the turnbuckle slowly, deliberately, throwing out a series of show-stopping poses — not for the fans… but to mock them. To remind them that no matter how loud they boo, they are powerless to look away.

                               

                              Announcer: Wrestling has only one.... Heartbreaker. ... That matters.

                               

                              Marcus: Ouch.

                               

                               

                              BOOOOMania is...

                               

                              Huh. 

                               

                              It's more like BOOOmmerslam. BOOOvivor Seires. 

                               

                              Not as many boos and even a cheer or two.

                               

                              SM Heartbreaker walks out like he's the cock of the walk, but also with his eyes squarely on Bowen, the dirty defect to XHW.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: From Parts Unknown, weighing 205 pounds, the leader of Deck of Hearts and self-proclaimed Meowing Face of MAWL... S! M! HEARTBREAKER!

                               

                              SM is the most determined he's been to date. He's looking to mess Bowen up real bad.

                               

                              Ash: In all my time here, I have not seen SM this locked in possibly ever. He's taking this match real personal and Bowen is in deep crap.

                               

                              SM throws his jacket down and doesn't stop moving. He throws his pants to the side and doesn't stop moving. One lucky...I guess... fan takes his pants. He slides into the ring.

                               

                              Valerie: He's also not supposed to be in this match, and his single focus may prevent him from being on top of his game.

                               

                              Over the loudspeaker: X....TREEEEEEEME!

                               

                               

                              "You'll be a corpse before your time" by The Sleeping plays over the PA as "Welcome to the Land of the Xtreme" shows on the titantron.

                               

                              Defjam jogs out of the back onto the stage and stares out to the fans before crossing his arms above his head in an "X".

                               

                               

                              He drops them down and yells "XTREEEEEEME" as red pyro goes off on either side of him.

                               

                              Sheri: And the Hardcore Champion!! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing 225 pounds, he is the leader of X-Treme Society and an emissary of Path 2 Glory, The LEGEND OF X-TREEEEEEEEME! DEF! JAM!

                               

                              He then begins jogging down the ramp, alternating sides to hi five fans along the way. As he gets to the ring he climbs the steps, stopping at the top to kiss his dog tags before rising up and climbing through the middle rope.

                               

                              Marcus: The man is extreme about a lot of things, but very respectful about his military service, and I respect the hell out of it.

                               

                              Once in the ring he jogs a lap around the ring, nodding his head to the music before climbing a turnbuckle and points out to the fans. He then spreads his arms wide and backflips off, landing on a knee in the center of the ring before crossing his arms above his head in an "X" and yells "XTREEEEEEEEME".

                               

                              Finally, he gets to his feet and removes his dog tags which he hands to a stage hand.

                               

                              Sheri: And now, let's bring in the Lumbers. 

                               

                              The lumbers surround their various corners. 

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Blue Check Mafia was rejected from XTreme Society, so of course they're gonna be there to back up Bowen. And it does look like Roxy is out here. Maybe she and Vixxen will be friends after all.

                               

                              Ash: Their roles, in addition to keeping guard here, are to throw intermittent weapons into the ring. This match has a high potential to be intense as the four fighters have serious bones to pick with each other. 

                               

                              The bell rings!

                               

                              Valerie: SM absolutely wasting no time just going HAM on Bowen, dropping him with a Thesz Press and laying into him. Def Jam is more than happy to stick it to Robertos Michael for his comments in the locker room, he charges Michael for a DDT, but Michael able to gets his arm before he can finish and into a crucifix armbar! Quite the wrench on that hold, Def trying to fight to his feet, reaching for the ropes but he made the mistake of getting Michael in his own corner, Roxy pulls the rope away! The Lumbers are already ready to go.

                               

                              Marcus: SM still laying fist to face of Bowen, both Bowen and SM's corners yelling to pay attention to the rest of the match. This is not an elimination setup... first fall wins and all this aggression will keep them from a belt if Michael makes Def tap from jump. Bowen kangaroo kicks SM away, SM pulls him up, Irish Whips him right into the submission! Bowen tramples the hold, Michael and Def double with a double drop toe to bring Bowen off his feet, Double Wheelbarrow German Suplex! SM charges,Michael and Def lift him up and throw him at Bowen! Huge splash! See, they all know that XHW is the real issue here. 

                               

                              Ash: Bowen went into the Robertos Michael corner, and being descended on by Eyan, Riot, and Vile! Michael turns around and barely ducks the double Superkick by SM and Def, runs and snaps back with a double clothesline wiping them both out! Countess grabs the feet of Def, he attempts to kick her away, Michael blasting him with a jumping fist drop. Spins around, SM with a kick to his dick! Def breaks free of Countess and Axe Kick to Michael! 

                               

                              SM and Def Jam stare at each other for a hot minute, looking like they're gonna come to blows. Then... a nod?

                               

                              Marcus: There seems to be an understanding between SM and Def, they run together and double Top Con Hilo wipes out the XHW corner!!! 

                               

                              Valerie: See, this is like going to the Pantry in Chopped and avoiding the basket ingredients. These people don't matter and you're just wasting your time. 

                               

                              Ash: SM and Def with stereo DDTs to Blue Check Mafia! SM takes a quick run, Def lifts him up, Instrument of Destruction to Lucien! JARD CATCHES SM IN AIR WITH THE MASTER CUTTER! RIGHT OVER THE STEPS AND THAT'S GONNA BRING DECK OF HEARTS OUT OF THE CORNER AND INTO THE FREY!!! Jared and Def staring each other down, there's years being transmitted in that glare-off, and we got fists. On the other side of the world, Robertos Michael crushes Bowen with a Cobra Clutch Suplex on the stairs himself, he's instructing Vile and Riot to get a table! They set it up over the stairs and Michael's corner claps him on as he climbs to the apron and onto the top turnbuckle. Soldat and Countess tabling Bowen...

                               

                              Valerie: Oh he's really gonna do this isn't he. Oh no.

                               

                              Marcus: DIVING HEADBUTT THROUGH THE TABLE!! BOWEN IS FOLDED IN LIKE A FUTON! 

                               

                              Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

                               

                              Valerie: Bowen's team the only team that could help their cornerman! X-Treme Society getting involved in beating down XHW!

                               

                              Marcus: Velvet Voltage laying out Acolyte Lucien with that Spinning Heel/Spear combo that tastes OH SO SWEET, St. Louis Pizza Party BABY. 

                               

                              Ash: Robertos rolls Bowen into the ring, his cornerfolk throw a bunch of Kendo Sticks into the ring. Robertos runs Bowen into the corner, going full Rocky on his ribcage! 

                               

                              Marcus: What's he got planned for those Kendo Sticks? Oh he locks an arm in place with one, sliding it between the turnbuckle pads. He slides another between the pads to get the second arm strapped in. Whatever this is, I'm sure I'm gonna hate it OH Roxy and Vixxen hold one lengthwise across Bowen's throat. Robertos taking a step back... 

                               

                              BOOTS ONE FULL FORCE INTO THE RIGHT ARM! 

                               

                              BOOTS THE OTHER FULL FORCE INTO THE LEFT ARM!

                               

                              BOOTS THE FINAL INTO THE THROAT! 

                               

                              Valerie: The blood from the scratches and impact are one thing, that's a lot of splinters Bowen may need to remove later, he falls into Robertos' arm DEVIL'S DEAL LOCKED IN!!! THE OBSESSION OF SM AND DEF JAM MAY HAVE GIVEN ROBERTOS AN EASY ROAD TO THE TITLE!

                               

                              Ash: Bowen is too destroyed right now to effectively break out, he's trying to come to but Robertos really putting the screws to him!

                               

                              Marcus: This could be the end of- DIANA IN THE RING WITH A CHAIR! SHE SMASHES ROBERTOS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND BREAKS THE HOLD! ROBERTOS TURNS AROUND AND RUNS DIANA OVER WITH A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! BOWEN CAN'T GET UP TO CAPITALIZE!

                               

                              Ash: Robertos powerbombs Diana OH DIANA FLIPS HER BODY OVER ON THE IMPACT AND ONTO BOWEN!!!

                               

                               

                              Lisa: ONE! T-

                               

                              Ash: Robertos yanks her off! Back suplex to Diana and she rolls back out of the ring. Robertos turns around, Bowen starting to get to his feet a little, but focusing as much on pulling the splinters out as anything else.

                               

                              Marcus: SM and Def slide into the ring, blast Bowen right back out with the double superkick and he's being absolutely wrecked by pipes and feet! They spin around... Double Superkick to Robertos! Diana again from the outside... she's trying to get SM's attention and she slides him knuckles! She is entreating him to hit Def Jam! 

                               

                              Ash: What a reversal of roles! SM WON'T DO IT! He lobs the knuckles back to her and turns around DEF HITS THE CODE OF JUSTICE ON SM!!! 

                               

                              Lisa: ONE! TWO! T-

                               

                              Valerie: Diana pulls SM out of the pin, and she's arguing with him outside of the ring! And I don't blame her... I've never seen SM turn down an opportunity like that before and he's completely paid the price for it!

                               

                              Ash: Def knows better than to turn his back on the action for too long, turns around and low blow by Robertos Michael! Locks a Sleeper Hold on Def and he's looking to put Def away, Def too energized and runs up the turnbuckle! SLICED BREAD AND A PIN! 

                               

                              Lisa: ONE! TWO!

                               

                              Marcus: Robertos kicks out, trying to get the Devil's Deal locked in and Def going with a tilt-a-WHIIIIIIRL.... Back Suplex! Victoria slides a bag in for Def and I think we know what's in the bag, Def looking to make a damn mess with the tacks, gets Michael hooked and onto his shoulder, if he can get Robertos up for the Dream Crusher he could be walking out of here... not the same way he came in but with the same hardware....up to the shoulders.... Robertos stretching himself back to the ropes....ROBERTOS BOUNCES HIS FEET ON THE ROPES AND TORNADO INVERTED DDT!!! 

                               

                              Lisa: ONE! TWO!

                               

                              Ash: ROX STARR STAGE DIVE TO BREAK UP THE PIN! AND SHE ROLLS INTO TACKS FOR HER TROUBLES! 

                               

                              Valerie: That SUCKS. 

                               

                              Marcus: Everyone's laid out, Diana rolls SM back in the ring! SM in, DIANA TRIPS HIM RIGHT ONTO DEF JAM! 

                               

                              Lisa: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall!

                               

                               

                              Sheri: Here is your WINNER.... and NEWWW HARDCORE CHAMPION.... S! M! HEARTBREAKER!

                               

                              Heartbreaker comes to and realizes with some horror that he's on top of Def, who shoots him a DIRTY look. SM looks almost apologetic until he hears his name called, and then for a moment he is himself, celebrating with the belt... until he sees Def glare him down.

                               

                              Ash: And Diana wasn't having the buddy buddy pitch and took matters into her own hands again. 

                               

                              Marcus: Is this a win or not? Because SM is out here with a title he wasn't even meant to fight for, pinning and taking it from a man he said he wasn't going to hit. But the rogue in the party once again stepped out of line. 

                               

                              Valerie: She's doing what she needs to to keep them on top. And now, SM is champion. That may not be where his focus is, and his alliance may have some fractures now, but it's the fact.

                               

                              Ash: Speaking on fractures, Bowen is furious and he's getting in the face of the XHW crew shouting about how they weren't there for him.

                               

                              Valerie: How could they be? They had a two front war to fight the whole time!

                               

                              Marcus: Well, he's throwing fists, he's taking on the pack himself, belly to belly to Ryan Hellcat, boot to Gabby Devine, European Uppercut to Golly Gong and all 5 of them are beating the snot out of him! They...they're pantsing him! They're taking the XHW pants away! Bowen Baneclaw is left in his skivvies and he's been excised from the pack! 

                               

                              Ash: I don't think MAWL's defense squad is gonna be too quick to bring him back into the fold. Bowen Baneclaw may now be a man without a country. 

                               

                              Valerie: Well one man who definitely has a country being built around him is Robertos Michael, who put on an absolute crackerjack performance. And it looks like this alliance is going to be a real force of dominance here. 

                               

                              Marcus: In the meantime, we've got an 8 person testament to dominance and destruction comin' at you, those pods are lowering and that can mean only one thing. It's Elimination Chamber time. The winner of this match will face...at this point it's SM, but who knows. The belt could end up in the hands of many others with all these briefcases about.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: The following is the Elimination Chamber! Two individuals start, and every 2 minutes, a new pod will open! The match will end when all have entered and only one remains!

                               

                               

                              Mansin storms out, lead pipe in hand.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: First!! From the Shadows of his Own Mind, weighing in at 240 pounds, MANSIN!!!

                               

                              Mansin storms into the cell area and starts banging on the chambers with the pipe like he's a warden.

                               

                              Valerie: He is riling up the animals. He has no fear. 

                               

                              Mansin steps into the ring.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: And the man who drew Number 2!

                               

                              Chorker's theme music "Rust" hits with a slow industrial metal track with deep drums, low guitar tones, and mechanical ambience. The arena plunges into darkness. The sound of grinding metal echoes. Red lights flicker with each step he takes.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: From The Forgotten Mills, weighing in at 273 pounds, CHORKER!!! 

                               

                              His fans try to touch him as he walks down but he shrugs them off as his one focus is to win the match and leave.

                               

                              Ash: This is a longstanding rivalry that found itself in the boiler room early, and that's the level of brutality we're working with. This time Chorker knows better than to lose the chain.

                               

                              As he reaches the ring, a single white spotlight shines down on him while the music fades into silence. He wraps his chain around his hand before stepping into the ring. 

                               

                              Marcus: I know it's cliche to say it, but no love lost between these two. 

                               

                              They stare each other down.

                               

                              After what feels like a minute of pure hatred and steel, the bell rings.

                               

                              Ash: Chorker going for an immediate punch, hand grabbed by Mansin and headbutt in return. Mansin keeps it going with a huge Uranage, pulls Chorker back up and lead pipe to the head. Chorker comes right back up and responds with a Chain Punch! And he's gonna go for the first pin-

                               

                               

                              Lindy: ONE!

                               

                              Valerie: Shoulder up, he had to know after taking a beating he wasn't gonna finish the job on one punch. Mansin punishes him for stupidity with a ripcord knee strike! MANEURYSM! Going for the pin-

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! 

                               

                              Marcus: And it's not enough! Chorker able to shoulder out. That's just gonna frustrate Mansin further and he blasts Chorker with a snap powerslam! Going for a stomp, Chorker rolls away and Mansin stomps his left a little too hard for nothing to be felt. But he responds with a kick to Chorker's ribs. Chorker boots Mansin in the left ankle, good use of recognizing a weak spot. 

                               

                              Ash: Mansin takes that pipe and rains it down on the ribs of Chorker! Chorker winces a bit but kicks again at that left leg. Mansin down to the knee again and once again pulls Chorker into the Maneurysm!!

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              Chorker is eliminated by Mansin!

                               

                              Valerie: They both almost lasted to the next entrant, but Mansin was ultimately too much for Chorker. We're about to get our third entrant! 

                               

                              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                               

                              The lights go around in a random pattern before landing on a chamber which opens to-

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Here comes Will Corrigan, NWO's representative in all of this, and he immediately goes in with a Rolling Elbow Smash and drives him down! Going for a quick cover-

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              Mansin is eliminated by Will Corrigan!

                               

                              Ash: Wasting no time, Corrigan cleans the environment. He still has a minute and 55 seconds before the next chamber opens. Since it was basically no time, we're going to just go right out and open the next chamber.

                               

                              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Aggie comes in, Irish Whip, and Will Corrigan snaps back with a Spear right out! Aggie gets to his feet and Will is ready to go with a Superkick!! Going for a cover-

                               

                              Lindy: ONE!

                               

                              Valerie: Aggie with a reversal!!

                               

                              Lindy: ONE!

                               

                              Marcus: Will kicks and scoops him back into a roll-up pin-but Aggie kicks before the one and blasts him with a headbutt. Aggie yanks him up, sidewalk slam. Drop toe by Will, Aggie rolls up quickly to his feet and a knee drop to Will, gets the Claw ready and Will should just stay down but of course he won't and Last Laugh!!!

                               

                              Ash: Aggie's laugh always freaks me out. Will fighting valiantly, trying to punch at the arm, trying to bend it out of his mouth, trying to bite down, trying to kick at Aggie, but nothing doing, Will holds out for quite a bit, but he can't get himself to stay in. Will taps out!!

                               

                              Will Corrigan is eliminated by Aggie!

                               

                              Marcus: Ugh, are we going to need to endure a minute of him laughing. 

                               

                              Sure enough, he laughs for a minute straight while being booed. We won't subject you to that. 

                               

                              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                               

                               

                              Ash: Alexander exits his chamber and Aggie boots Alexander right back through the glass! Alexander a little stunned but charges back out and spiked battering ram handbutt into Aggie's chest! Aggie chopping at his head to get him out, release belly to belly sends Alex into the metal wall of the chamber!! 

                               

                              Marcus: Alex springs back at him and side cradle pin-

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              Aggie is eliminated by Alexander Blackthorne!

                               

                              Marcus: WHAT?!

                               

                              Valerie: When you have that big a man on you, and when you've been temporarily impaled, it becomes easy to take you down. 

                               

                              Ash: Three cells to go, will it be Rade, Cellula, or Luciano?

                               

                              Marcus: Can't wait to see, but we've still got a bit of card left, haven't we? Radio Silence has a little ways to go tonight, remains to be seen what will actually happen therel

                               

                              Valerie: Dorian Karras is also going to be trying to get the title off Adara Rose. 

                               

                              Ash: But we're already heading to the countdown.

                               

                              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

                               

                              The lights go around and around. Here comes -

                               

                               

                              Ash: Cellula with a running knee to Alex, Alex staggers back but absolutely spikes Cellula down with a clothesline that flips him backwards. Cellula rolls back and pops up, spin kick to the head of Alex that rattles, Alex plants him back down and tries a pin but Cellula reverses! Alex rolls back!! But a kick out.

                               

                              Marcus: Alex with an elbow shot as they both get up, launches with the other elbow OH Cellula evades this time and Ghost Step Spinebuster!!! Alex rolls away before a pin can be started. Cellula charges him but Alex with a hip toss, he's on top of it. Cellula responds with a drop toe, hell yeah. 

                               

                              Valerie: Alexander Blackthorne with a double axe handle to Cellula, Cellula driven to the ground, gets to his feet and Blackthorne does it again, and stomping on him. Blackthorne picks Cellula up and gutbuster over the shoulder. Cellula rolling back and huge knee shot to Blackthorne, and forearm shot to follow up. No one is getting a continuous edge over the other.

                               

                              Ash: Blackthorne with a huge powerbomb to Cellula, scoops Cellula up, into an F-5...NO! AN F-8 PILEDRIVER! Going for the pin-

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

                               

                              Cellula is eliminated by Alexander Blackthorne!

                               

                              Marcus: Blackthorne takes another one out, guess this is once again more of a gauntlet than anything. 

                               

                              Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

                               

                               

                              Marcus: Blackthorne greets Rade with a punch. Rade tries for a punch, Blackthorne blocks and forearm shot. Rade responds with a boot and blasts Blackthorne back, going for the pin-

                               

                              Lindy: ONE!

                               

                              Ash: Blackthorne with a punch up as he gets up, stomps to Rade, snap suplex keeping the big man down, but it only goes so far! Rade is rising- POP UP... CHOKESLAM!!! 7 FEET UNDER!

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! TH-

                               

                              Marcus: BLACKTHORNE SHOULDERS OUT AT 2.9! WHAT???? 

                               

                              Crowd: WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL!

                               

                              Valerie: Rade isn't going to take that disrespect well, flapjacks Alexander!! Rade lifting him up by his throat and Alexander with a chop to the arm. Alexander continuing to hammer punch the arm, Rade is unbothered and UP HE GOES AGAIN! 7 FEET UNDER THE SECOND!!!

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              Alexander Blackthorne is eliminated by Rade!

                               

                              Simon: Wait, some commotion from INSIDE the last chamber...

                               

                               

                              Marcus: LUCIANO TOSSED THROUGH THE GLASS!!! HE IS OUT COLD!!!! WHO...

                               

                               

                              Valerie: JARED SCYTHE!!! HOW THE HELL DID HE SNEAK INTO THE CHAMBER!!!

                               

                              Ash: Rade doesn't care who it is! He pulls Jared up by the neck through the shattered glass and the toss up... JARED COMES DOWN WITH THE MASTER CUTTER!!! HE STACKS LUCIANO ON RADE AND A DOUBLE COVER!!!

                               

                              Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                               

                              Jared Scythe wins?!

                               

                               

                              Sheri: Here is your winner.... Fallen... Jared Scythe...

                               

                              The crowd isn't sure what to make of this.

                               

                              Ash: So, weirdly, this is a win for SM Heartbreaker, in that now he'll get his chance to get his hands on the XHW head in a Hardcore Title Match at Fallout. But we're about to see one of SM's longstanding rivals face one of his own personal demons. 

                               

                              Marcus: That's right, Ash. Psycho Extreme has had a chip on his shoulders the size of Saskatchewan since he tried to cover for Nero almost a year ago and Nero didn't even register him when he finally came back from his coma. And now he's finally going to get a chance to lay his... 

                               

                              The Titantron flares up backstage where Nuclear War Order have absolutely devastated Psycho Extreme, and they get their own referee who bares a striking resemblance to CN Starz to count the 10-count.

                               

                               

                              "Ref": 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Your winner and still Draconic Champion, NERO!! 

                               

                               

                              Ash: Unbelievable. Once again Nero technically gets away with not having to defend his title.

                               

                              Valerie: What are you talking about? There was a referee. And the champion title graphic. And it was scheduled to be a Last Man Standing Match and that's for all intents and purposes what we got. 

                               

                              Marcus: Last MAN, not MEN. And that referee was clearly CN Starz. 

                               

                              Valerie: She technically never lost official status here. And what's the point of a team if they don't come together towards a common goal, in this case giving Psycho a taste of catering?

                               

                              Ash: Well, somehow, this is going to count, so on we go to our Bloodstar Match. But what a rough night for Rufus... rejected by X-Treme Society AND wrecked by NWO. You almost feel bad for the guy.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: The following contest is a Bloodstar Match! The only way to eliminate your opponent is to make them bleed! And it is for the XXX Title! 

                               

                               

                              The crowd absolutely RISES to their feet, singing and clapping along as Capybara pops up on the stage. 

                               

                               

                              Sheri: FIRST! Representing X-Treme Society... from BANG PHRA, THAILAND, weighing in at 201 pounds, CA-PY-BAAAAAAARA!

                               

                              Capybara happily hops around, fist bumping people on both sides of the ramp.

                               

                              In the crowd, a whole row holds up signs alternating CA PY BARA in turn, going in perfect time with the song.

                               

                              Marcus: They call themselves the CAPYBARAMETERS, and they've been an increasing presence since late last year, but it's especially special now that Cap's got a shot at a championship.

                               

                              Capybara recognizes them and gives the Heart Hand, leading them to cheer loud enough to be echo through the stadium. He slides headfirst into the ring and flips up to his feet, the crowd cheering. As his music stops, the crowd sings it for another two lines before-

                               

                               

                              Normally there'd be at least SOME cheers, but the song is met with BOOOOOOS and chants of "You Screwed Manta! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!" 

                               

                              Jamie gamely comes out and tries to strike a pose, tries not to wince at the BOOS which ring a little different this time.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: From the Gladiator Gambit Lab, LUSTRESS JAMIE HARRISON!

                               

                              Jamie continues to strut down, but the heat is clearly Go Home heat, not Heel heat, and you can see despite everything she can tell the difference. 

                               

                              Valerie: It's not Jamie's fault she replaced Manta, guys. Save these boos for DA Jones. 

                               

                              Jamie slides in the ring, taking a breath and transforming the hurt to spite as she struts the four corners of the ring flipping off the crowd.

                               

                              Marcus: Both Jamie and Capybara are submission fighters first and foremost. They are at a little bit of a disadvantage here unless they lean hard into whatever objects are around. 

                               

                              https://audio.com/ryan-crowley-hughes/audio/anti-system-theme-song

                               

                              The lights go out completely.

                               

                               

                              They raise it… and Abyss Devourer crawls out from the curtain.

                               

                               

                              Sheri: Representing ANTI-SYSTEM! From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 352 pounds.... ABYSS BREAKER!

                               

                              Red lights flash as he slowly walks.

                               

                              Marcus: In most matches, Abyss would be the heavy favorite to win. But blood can come from anywhere. It's not a match of power. It's a match of precision and cutting moves. You can break every bone in someone's body and they wouldn't be guaranteed to shed blood.

                               

                              Ash: Conventional wisdom would still put Abyss and Cap as the favorites, only because of their masks, but to your point Marcus, blood CAN come from anywhere. Not just the face.

                               

                              In the center of the ring, he kneels, raises his arms… flames appear in the corners.

                               

                               

                              Brinadette walks out, exploring the floor with her magnifying glass. 

                               

                               

                              She holds the magnifying glass up and sees the crowd with it, then gets very excited and waves her hands at them while jumping.

                               

                              Sheri: From Cedar Springs, Michigan... the Mime Detective Extraordinaire.... BRINADEEEEEETTE! WHITE!!! BLA!

                               

                              The crowd cheers for her. They also clap their hands because they are in fact working too hard.

                               

                              She continues to "investigate" the ramp and then the ring as she walks down.

                               

                              Marcus: What a way to debut. Right into the mess of it, right into a Bloodstar match, right into a title opportunity. 

                               

                              She rolls into the ring then holds her magnifying glass up at her opponents. 

                               

                              The lights go out again.

                               

                              And then red spotlights hit the doorway from vertical... from horizontal.... from diagonal.... forming the top of the Union Jack.

                               

                              A moment of silence. The crowd hushes.

                               

                              And then...

                               

                               

                              A titantron video to Emma Bunton's rendition of "2 Become 1" use romantic lighting to score a video of Jassy eating the ground and taking falls and bumps, set in the format of a typical entrance video with "Jassy" written in fancy font... on a children's balloon that floats in and out as transition between scenes. 

                               

                              Angry smashing can be heard in the background. As well as "Play the right damn song Emerald or I swear to myself what do you mean she switched the labels on the boxes"

                               

                              Okay, we're back on track.

                               

                               

                              Jassy storms out, briefly posing in the spotlights with the title, before stomping to the ring in an absolute rage, her hair and makeup slightly disheveled from clearly having had a diva crashout. 

                               

                               

                              Sheri: And the Champion! From London, England, JASSSSSSSSY! 

                               

                              Jassy storms down the ramp and into the ring. 

                               

                              Valerie: No flash, no fancy posing, whoever pulled that trick really set Jassy on edge.

                               

                              She hands over the belt and starts wrapping her hand. Brinadette holds her magnifying glass up to observe Jassy.

                               

                              The bell rings and Jassy punches the Magnifying Glass into Brinadette's eye shattering it! Brinadette's already bleeding! 

                               

                              Brinadette White is eliminated by Jassy!

                               

                              Marcus: Well, Brinadette's debut has come and gone, and she's already getting medical attention sought! 

                               

                              Ash: ABYSS BREAKER BOOTS CAPYBARA SO HARD HIS MASK TURNS INSIDE OUT! OH, THERE'S SOME BLOOD DRIPPING! 

                               

                              Capybara is eliminated by Abyss Breaker!

                               

                              The crowd BOOS immensely. 

                               

                              Valerie: Well now we have the Harrison sisters and the big monster. 

                               

                              Marcus: The smart thing to do would be team up. 

                               

                              Ash: Well, Abyss isn't giving much choice as he gets them both up, one in each hand, and a Choke Toss! Both sisters go FLYING and roll out of the ring. 

                               

                              Marcus: It's like the Turtles fighting Super Shredder, except two turtles have already been gurneyed out. 

                               

                              Valerie: They're both looking for a weapon to take Abyss Breaker to his feet, oh a pair of Barbed Wire Bats! Abyss reaches over the rope though and grabs Jassy by her hair! Bet she wishes she had used the black and white wig now...Abyss smashes her in the face with his head and tosses her right back! Grabs Jamie by her hair and pulls her up... tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! 

                               

                              Ash: Abyss unsurprisingly in complete control of the situation here, lifting Jamie up... POWERSLAM! Oh and that howl chilled me to my bones. Abyss Slam! Getting her up AGAIN and preparing her for that Tombstone... he calls it the Infernal Strike OH HOLY CRAP SHE GETS HER LEGS AROUND HIS THROAT! FRANKENSTEINER!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE PULLED IT OUT AND I DON'T THINK SHE DOES EITHER! 

                               

                              Marcus: You can see that it took it right out of her, she's trying to get to her feet... Jassy back on the apron and still able to hold onto that bat. Jamie is trying to brainstorm with Jassy, you can see that they're trying to get back on the same page, nod of affirmation, Jamie begins to walk JASSY SPINS HER AND SMASHES HER WITH THAT BARBED WIRE BAT!!! SHE RIPS THAT SKIN!!!

                               

                              Lustress Jamie is eliminated by Jassy!

                               

                              Ash: Completely expected, and also completely stupid. Because now she's gotta fight this monster on her...

                               

                               

                              Marcus: You didn't really think it would just be a 1 on 1 did you? 

                               

                              Valerie: Holy Gulliver's Travels, Batman. 

                               

                              Ash: He's tossing these women left right and center! Abyss is holding this off gamely, but you can tell that it's starting to wear a little... Black Saber and Soldat are in the fray!!

                               

                              Valerie: They're trying their best, but That Damn Numbers Game is getting a little-

                               

                               

                              Ash: Reinforcements are here! It's become a full blowout war between Anti-System and Sex Appeal! It's hard to distinguish one fist from another OH BUT ALESSIA GRABS ODESSA'S BELT AND DECKS HER WITH IT!! 

                               

                              Marcus: Oh that's a brutal knockdown and Odessa got ROCKED. OH! THERE'S BLOOD COMING FROM ABYSS BREAKER!!

                               

                              WHERE...

                               

                              IT...

                               

                              QUEEN PLATINUM HAD DRIVEN HER SKULL INTO ABYSS'S RIBS!!! 

                               

                              Abyss Breaker is eliminated by... Queen Platinum! Queen Platinum wins the title??

                               

                              Ash: Wait, wait... replay the footage. 

                               

                              Ash replays the footage.

                               

                              Ash: Here you can quickly see that while Queen Platinum hit him with the skull, Jassy booted the skull in, and that's what caused the bleeding.

                               

                              Abyss Breaker is eliminated by Jassy!

                               

                               

                              Sheri: Here is your winner... and STILL XXX Champion... JASSY!!! 

                               

                              Marcus: That almost became a little argument within Sex Appeal, but it's re... no... wait, the refs are reviewing the footage again. They're talking amongst themselves. 

                               

                              Jassy holds the belt tight without realizing that she's doing so. 

                               

                              Ash: This is more confusing than I think it needs to be. Hopefully someone can come out and clear this up.

                               

                               

                              Valerie: You HAD to summon her, didn't you.

                               

                               

                              DA: Well now. Everything about this XXX title has been a big damn mess. Jamie's entrance I thought would be a big pop and fitting for the day but y'all are sending me Sarah MacLachlan videos with grayscale manta rays. And now this absolute stupidity. So let me clear up something first and foremost. Since the blood was seen only when the helmet was removed, both Jassy and Platinum technically have claim to the victory.

                               

                              Marcus: How's THAT clearing things up?

                               

                              DA: In situations like this, when one of the people involved is IN the match, that person takes precedence, so Jassy is still the rightful champion. 

                               

                              Platinum claps for Jassy. That should be the end of it.

                               

                              Let that be the end of it.

                               

                              DA's smile means that is in no way the end of it.

                               

                              DA: But in a way, it is like ALL of Sex Appeal won. So...

                               

                              You can feel a collective clenching of buttholes. 

                               

                              DA: Don't worry. I'm not going to make you fight each other. 

                               

                              A sense of relief washes. 

                               

                              DA: Directly. 

                               

                              Valerie: This is a rollercoaster. 

                               

                              DA: There are too many things happening that need the spots on Madness that my original plan took. 

                               

                              Marcus: Is Manta getting screwed AGAIN!

                               

                              Ash: I'm not sure but I don't like where this is going. 

                               

                              DA: So at Fallout, the XXX Title will be defended in a Beat the Clock Style! One half of the matches will comprise of the Sex Appeal members who don't have titles. So currently, I believe that's only Sarah and Odessa who are exempt. The other half will be a combination of the people who were meant to be in the First Contender Match, Manta Ray, and some other fighters, all of whom will be randomly assigned to a Sex Appeal member. Can they win the belt? Yes. Can the belt stay in Sex Appeal? You have a 1 in 2 chance effectively that it does. 

                               

                              DA walks away. Sex Appeal storms out, their triumphant moment once again crapped upon.

                               

                              Valerie: Well, Fallout is certainly building up to a crazy train of matches.

                               

                              Marcus: It's not the biggest show on Earth for nothing.

                               

                              Ash: And this year, we'll be "in space" too! We're going to Roswell, New Mexico and I heard they're working on a whole futuristic space aesthetic for the arena. 

                               

                              Marcus: On futuristic, we've got everyone's least favorite cyberpunks about to come out.

                               

                              Valerie: The sheer disrespect!

                               

                               

                              The arena suddenly drops into complete darkness.

                               

                              No tron.

                               

                              No spotlights.

                               

                              No movement.

                               

                              Just the deep distorted electronic pulse of Kingslayer vibrating through the speakers while static tears across the screen in violent red glitches. Fragments of corrupted code flicker over the tron like the entire arena system is failing in real time.

                               

                              The crowd buzzes in confusion.

                               

                              Then—

                              “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

                               

                              The vocal scream tears through the building.

                               

                              At that EXACT moment the entire arena detonates in blinding white light.

                               

                              Strobes explode.

                               

                              The tron bursts alive with corrupted visuals.

                               

                               

                              And Johnny and V are suddenly standing directly in front of the stage camera like they materialized out of the blackout itself.

                               

                              Johnny is the one screaming live into the lens, face twisted with pure aggression while V stands beside him with a smug grin, staring dead into the camera like he already owns the place.

                               

                              The scream cuts.

                               

                              The instrumental kicks back in.

                               

                              Johnny slowly exhales through gritted teeth while V laughs at the crowd booing them.

                               

                              As the lyrics begin, they move off to one side of the stage.

                               

                              V instantly starts jaw-jacking with fans.

                               

                              “YOU WANTED A SHOW?!”

                              “LOOK AT US NOW!”

                               

                              He points into the crowd mockingly while Johnny lip-syncs every lyric with obsessive intensity.

                               

                              “Hi, are you looking for the other side?”

                               

                              Johnny drags a hand through his hair.

                               

                              “Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?”

                               

                              V nods sarcastically toward the audience.

                               

                              “Are you circling the drainpipe, getting off on pain like you’re corrupted?”

                               

                              Behind them the tron glitches with cyberpunk imagery, distorted skulls, and flashing SYSTEM FAILURE warnings.

                               

                              V leans over the stage edge during:

                              “Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?”

                               

                              He barks directly at a fan before laughing in their face.

                               

                              The beat builds harder.

                               

                              Both men slowly start walking toward center stage from opposite sides.

                               

                              The tension rises.

                               

                              Then—

                              “DO YOU REALLY WANNA TWIST A KNIFE IN THE BELLY OF THE MONSTER?!”

                               

                              Johnny and V explode into motion.

                               

                              They sprint down the ramp full speed.

                               

                              No posing.

                              No slowing down.

                              Just violence and momentum.

                               

                              Johnny shoves hands away reaching for him while V screams at fans all the way down the aisle.

                               

                              “GET THE FUCK UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

                               

                              The lights flash violently with every beat drop.

                               

                              V slides into the ring first and instantly rebounds off the ropes while Johnny slides in behind him—

                              —but Johnny never rises.

                               

                              Instead he drags himself across the mat using ONLY the top half of his body.

                               

                              His arms claw across the canvas.

                              His chest scrapes against the ring.

                              But his legs remain completely limp behind him.

                              No movement from them at all.

                               

                              The image is unsettling.

                              Like something dragging itself forward through sheer rage alone.

                               

                              V leaps onto the second rope facing the hard cam, leaning dangerously far backward while yanking down the top rope with both hands.

                               

                              Directly beneath him Johnny keeps pulling himself toward the camera side of the ring.

                               

                              One arm.

                              Then the other.

                              Slow.

                              Deliberate.

                              His legs still dead weight behind him.

                              Hair hanging over his face.

                              Eyes locked straight into the hard cam.

                               

                              Then the chorus hits.

                               

                              “I'D SACRIFICE MY LIFE TO FIND YOU—”

                              Johnny finally plants one knee underneath himself.

                               

                              “ANGEL OF THE BLADE!”

                              V backflips off the ropes into the ring perfectly.

                               

                              “KINGSLAYER!”

                              Johnny slowly rises higher now.

                              Like a corpse forcing itself back to life.

                               

                              “COME AND COLLECT US FROM THE NIGHT!”

                              V sprints across the ring and jumps onto the ropes on the opposite side while Johnny keeps pulling himself upward rope by rope—

                              first to both knees—

                              then slowly to his feet.

                               

                              Only once fully standing do his legs finally move naturally again.

                              The arena lighting shifts into flashing reds and whites as the Japanese vocals begin.

                               

                              “暗い、この見えない世界…”

                               

                              The tron fills with burning cyberpunk cityscapes, broken code, and static-filled digital destruction.

                               

                              Johnny paces in circles mouthing every lyric with disturbing intensity while V screams toward the crowd during:

                              “LIFE IS ENCRYPTED, YOU ARE MODIFIED!”

                               

                              Then points to his own head.

                               

                              “YOU’RE CORRUPTED!”

                               

                              The chorus returns.

                               

                              Both men meet center ring during:

                              “KINGSLAYER, DESTROYING CASTLES IN THE SKY!”

                               

                              Johnny throws his arms wide while V points upward screaming with the song.

                               

                              As the final section kicks in—

                              “I'D SACRIFICE IT ALL TO GUIDE YOU!”

                               

                              V scales the corner effortlessly, sitting perched on the top turnbuckle like a king surveying his kingdom.

                               

                              Johnny crouches beneath him in front of the corner gripping the middle ropes on either side.

                              Head lowered.

                              Breathing heavily.

                               

                              V stares over the arena with a smirk.

                               

                              Then the final lyric hits.

                              “KINGSLAYER, COME AND COLLECT US FROM THE NIGHT!”

                               

                              Pyro erupts from the stage.

                               

                              Johnny suddenly snaps his head upward directly into the hard cam.

                               

                              V throws both arms wide from the top rope.

                               

                              And The Edge Runners hold the pose as the crowd drowns them in boos.

                               

                              Marcus: It's really self-indulgent for them to take the whole song for their entrance.

                               

                              Valerie: Just drink it in.

                               

                              Then the lights shift to the vibe of a Hollywood Premiere. The ramp video is a red carpet.

                               

                               

                              They strut down the ramp like A-list celebrities, adjusting their sunglasses and flashing cocky smiles while stage lights mimic paparazzi flashes. Before entering the ring, Mark pulls back an imaginary velvet rope, "allowing" Winston in first before following with a smirk.

                               

                              The MAWL Signal Tag Team Championships gleam beneath the arena lights as the camera sweeps across a crowd already making its feelings known.

                               

                              There is a mixed reaction for the champions, The MAWLiwood Blondes. Some fans clap along with their over-the-top Hollywood presentation, while plenty answer them with boos.

                               

                              But when the camera finds The Edge Runners, the reaction becomes much clearer.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand leans against the turnbuckles with his chrome arm stretched across the top rope, looking completely unconcerned by the noise around him. Beside him, V stares across the ring with a cold expression as boos pour down from several sections of the arena.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “The Signal Tag Team Championships are on the line! The MAWLiwood Blondes defending against Radio Silence’s Johnny Silverhand and V — The Edge Runners!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “There’s definitely a mixed response for The MAWLiwood Blondes tonight, but listen when that camera goes anywhere near The Edge Runners. These people do not like Johnny Silverhand and V.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Good. The Edge Runners don’t need to be liked. They’re here for those championships. Meanwhile, The MAWLiwood Blondes should be worried less about popularity and more about surviving.”

                               

                              Sheri Orleans steps into the center of the ring with the Signal Tag Team Championships being displayed behind her.

                               

                              Sheri Orleans: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the MAWL SIGNAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!”

                               

                              The crowd rises.

                               

                              Sheri Orleans: “Introducing first, the challengers — representing Radio Silence — Johnny Silverhand and V… THE EDGE RUNNERS!”

                               

                              The boos grow louder.

                               

                              V barely acknowledges them.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand does.

                               

                              Johnny slowly turns toward one particularly loud section of the crowd and raises his chrome hand, giving them a dismissive little wave before turning back toward the champions.

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Johnny Silverhand hears every one of them, and look how much he cares.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “That’s exactly the problem.”

                               

                              Sheri turns toward the opposite corner.

                               

                              Sheri Orleans: “And their opponents, the reigning and defending MAWL Signal Tag Team Champions… ‘Red Carpet’ Mark Anderson and ‘High Risk’ Winston Lewis… THE MAWLiWOOD BLONDES!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis raises his championship overhead.

                               

                              Mark Anderson adjusts imaginary cuffs at his wrists and nods to Winston like the ring has just become their private film set.

                               

                              The championships are handed away.

                               

                              The referee checks both corners.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand steps through the ropes, leaving V as the legal competitor for The Edge Runners.

                               

                              Across from them, Winston Lewis moves onto the apron.

                               

                              That leaves V and “Red Carpet” Mark Anderson to start.

                               

                              The bell rings.

                              DING! DING! DING!

                               

                              Mark Anderson immediately walks straight past V.

                               

                              V turns his head slightly.

                               

                              Mark continues toward the exact center of the ring.

                               

                              He plants his feet.

                              Straightens his posture.

                              Runs both hands down the front of his gear.

                               

                              Then Mark Anderson hits his exaggerated Red Carpet pose, staring directly toward the hard camera like this championship defense is a photoshoot rather than a fight.

                               

                              The reaction is mixed.

                               

                              Some laugh.

                              Some cheer.

                              Others boo.

                               

                              At ringside, Winston Lewis immediately reaches down beside the championship timekeeper’s area and picks up The MAWLiwood Blondes’ vintage camera.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Oh, come on. The bell has rung!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Presentation, Simon! Champions have responsibilities!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis raises the vintage camera.

                              CLICK!

                              Mark Anderson slightly changes his angle.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Beautiful! Hold it! Hold it!”

                               

                              Mark lifts his chin.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Is Winston Lewis seriously directing a photoshoot in the middle of a title defense?”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “You say that like there’s something wrong with it.”

                               

                              Winston raises the camera again.

                               

                              V rolls their eyes.

                               

                              Mark Anderson never notices.

                               

                              V suddenly takes off!

                               

                              V hits the ropes—

                              REBONDS—

                              HIGH KNEE TO THE JAW!

                               

                              Mark Anderson’s entire pose collapses as V blasts him backward!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “V WITH THE KNEE! RIGHT ON THE JAW!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis had been a split second from taking another picture.

                               

                              Instead, his mouth drops open behind the camera.

                              V slowly turns toward him.

                              The crowd begins booing before V even does anything.

                              V walks directly toward the ropes.

                              Looks straight into the lens—

                              —and raises a middle finger.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Oh, real classy.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “That one might be worth framing.”

                               

                              Winston Lewis lowers the camera.

                              His expression changes instantly.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “You wanna be funny?! Huh?! You wanna be funny?!”

                               

                              V completely ignores him.

                               

                              Mark Anderson is on a knee, rubbing his jaw.

                               

                              V grabs Mark by the wrist and drags him across the canvas toward The Edge Runners’ corner.

                               

                              Mark tries to pull himself backward.

                              V gives him another violent yank.

                              Mark crashes back-first against the bottom turnbuckles.

                              V immediately begins stomping him.

                               

                              Boot to the ribs.

                              Boot to the chest.

                              Boot to the shoulder.

                              Mark Anderson covers up as V continues driving the bottom of their boot into him.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “V has Mark Anderson trapped in Edge Runners territory already!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “That’s where Mark absolutely cannot afford to be. Johnny Silverhand is waiting less than two feet away.”

                               

                              Winston Lewis points across the ring.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “REF! COME ON! GET THEM BACK!”

                               

                              Mark tries pushing himself upward.

                              V plants another boot against his chest.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand reaches over the rope.

                               

                              (BT) JOHNNY SILVERHAND.

                               

                              Johnny slaps V across the upper back.

                               

                              V immediately steps through the ropes.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand steps straight in.

                              There is almost no break in the stomping.

                               

                              Johnny drives his boot into Mark Anderson’s ribs.

                              Then again.

                              And again.

                               

                              The referee gets between them and begins counting.

                               

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              Johnny keeps stomping.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Another boot.

                               

                              Mark tries turning onto his side.

                              Johnny kicks him back against the turnbuckles.

                               

                              REFEREE: “THREE!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Come on, Johnny!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand looks directly at the referee.

                               

                              Then slowly raises his boot again.

                               

                              REFEREE: “FOUR!”

                               

                              Johnny stops.

                              Not because he was intimidated.

                              Because he got everything out of the count that he wanted.

                              He backs away toward the middle of the ring with both hands slightly raised.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Johnny Silverhand uses every bit of that referee’s count!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Which means Johnny Silverhand understands the rules perfectly.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Knowing exactly how long you can kick somebody in a corner before getting disqualified is not the defense you think it is.”

                               

                              Johnny smirks.

                               

                              Behind him, Winston Lewis continues talking.

                              He has not stopped since the opening bell.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “That’s a champion right there! Look at him! Get up, Mark! This is our movie! They’re background actors!”

                               

                              Johnny turns his head toward Winston.

                               

                              Winston points at him.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Yeah, you heard me!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand gives Winston the smallest nod possible.

                              Almost like he is filing that away for later.

                               

                              Mark Anderson grabs the middle rope.

                              Then the top.

                              Mark pulls himself upright.

                               

                              Even after being stomped into the corner, Mark immediately adjusts his gear.

                               

                              He straightens his shoulders.

                              He looks around the arena.

                              And he brushes imaginary dirt from his chest.

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “There you go. Look at Mark Anderson. That is championship composure.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “That is ego.”

                               

                              Mark looks toward Johnny Silverhand and spreads his arms.

                               

                              Mark Anderson: “You’re looking at the STAR!”

                               

                              Johnny suddenly charges!

                               

                              Mark’s eyes widen.

                               

                              Johnny jumps—

                              catches Mark—

                              RUNNING SPANISH FLY!

                               

                              Both men crash hard into the canvas!

                               

                              Johnny immediately hooks the leg.

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              Mark kicks out.

                               

                              Johnny releases the cover instantly.

                               

                              He does not look disappointed.

                              He does not argue.

                              He simply sits beside Mark and gives him a short shove against the shoulder.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Only one!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “And look at Johnny Silverhand. He didn’t expect that to finish Mark Anderson.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Exactly. The Edge Runners are trying to exhaust him. Make Mark carry their weight, force him to kick out, make him keep spending energy.”

                               

                              Mark rolls onto his stomach.

                               

                              Johnny catches him by the back of the neck.

                              V reaches across the top rope.

                              Johnny shifts Mark just enough to block his view.

                               

                              (BT) V.

                               

                              V tags Johnny Silverhand from behind.

                              Mark Anderson never sees it.

                               

                              Johnny pulls Mark upward.

                              Mark throws an elbow into Johnny’s stomach.

                              Then another.

                              Johnny backs away.

                               

                              Mark turns—

                              V is already climbing.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “WAIT! V MADE THE BLIND TAG!”

                               

                              V reaches the top rope.

                               

                              Mark looks toward Johnny Silverhand.

                               

                              Too late.

                              V launches!

                               

                              DIVING ELBOW TO THE CHEST!

                               

                              Mark is flattened against the mat!

                              V hooks both legs tightly.

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson kicks out!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “TWO! V nearly caught the champions!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “THAT’S NOTHING! NOTHING!”

                               

                              Winston claps furiously from the apron.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Mark! Camera’s still rolling! Get up!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Winston Lewis hasn’t stopped talking for more than about three seconds.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “He’s supporting his partner!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “He’s narrating his own film!”

                               

                              V sits beside Mark for a moment.

                              No frustration.

                              No wasted movement.

                               

                              V grabs Mark by the wrist and begins pulling him away from The MAWLiwood Blondes’ corner again.

                               

                              Mark reaches toward Winston.

                              Too far away.

                               

                              V twists the wrist and forces Mark back down.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand is already moving along the apron.

                               

                              V pulls Mark closer.

                              Johnny reaches forward.

                               

                              (BT) JOHNNY SILVERHAND.

                               

                              V never changes expression.

                              Mark again fails to notice it.

                               

                              V drops Mark flat and steps toward the ropes.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand grabs the top rope from the apron.

                              Springs up—

                              SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP!

                               

                              Johnny’s leg crashes across Mark Anderson’s upper chest!

                               

                              Johnny hooks the leg.

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO—!”

                               

                              WINSTON LEWIS DIVES IN!

                               

                              Winston stomps Johnny across the shoulder and breaks the pin!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “WINSTON LEWIS BREAKS IT UP!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand rolls away and immediately starts getting back to his feet.

                               

                              V steps through the ropes at the same time.

                               

                              Winston Lewis points down at Johnny.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “NOT YOUR ENDING! YOU DON’T WRITE THE ENDING!”

                               

                              V comes toward him.

                               

                              The referee immediately steps between them.

                               

                              REFEREE: “OUT! BOTH OF YOU! BACK TO YOUR CORNERS!”

                               

                              Winston ignores her.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Tell them! Tell Radio Silence this isn’t their show!”

                               

                              The referee puts both hands against Winston Lewis’ chest and starts physically directing him back toward The MAWLiwood Blondes’ corner.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Winston Lewis needs to leave the ring. He made the save. Fine. Now get out!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “The referee is spending an awful lot of energy worrying about Winston when there are two Edge Runners behind her.”

                               

                              And Valerie is right.

                               

                              The moment the referee’s back is completely turned—

                              Johnny Silverhand looks at V.

                              V looks at Johnny.

                               

                              No words.

                              Both move.

                               

                              Johnny stomps Mark Anderson in the ribs.

                              V stomps Mark in the shoulder.

                               

                              Johnny again.

                               

                              V again.

                               

                              The two members of The Edge Runners begin alternating boots into the downed champion.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “HEY! LOOK BEHIND YOU!”

                               

                              Mark curls up as Johnny Silverhand and V drive their boots down from either side.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “This is exactly what The Edge Runners do! The referee is dealing with Winston Lewis and they’re taking Mark Anderson apart!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Maybe Winston should have stayed on the apron!”

                               

                              The referee finally gets Winston Lewis through the ropes.

                               

                              REFEREE: “STAY THERE!”

                               

                              Winston turns and immediately points past her.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “TURN AROUND!”

                               

                              V sees the referee beginning to turn.

                               

                              V instantly steps through the ropes.

                              One boot touches the apron.

                              Then the other.

                              V grabs the tag rope and leans innocently against the turnbuckles.

                               

                              The referee turns around.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand is standing alone beside Mark Anderson.

                              Hands raised.

                              Nothing to see.

                              The crowd erupts in boos.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Oh, come on!”

                               

                              Johnny looks around.

                              V looks around.

                              Then the two Edge Runners look at each other.

                              Johnny Silverhand backs into their corner.

                              V steps up onto the apron beside him.

                               

                              Johnny places one foot forward.

                              V angles their body dramatically beside him.

                               

                              Both straighten themselves with absurd exaggeration.

                               

                              Johnny runs a hand across his chest.

                              V raises their chin.

                               

                              Then The Edge Runners hit a grotesquely exaggerated imitation of The MAWLiwood Blondes’ signature Hollywood pose.

                               

                              The arena rains boos down on them.

                               

                              Johnny pretends to flash an enormous celebrity smile.

                              V silently mimics someone holding a camera.

                               

                              Click.

                               

                              Johnny changes position.

                               

                              Click.

                               

                              V pretends to take another photograph.

                              Winston Lewis’ jaw drops.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “OH, NO! NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “They’re mocking the champions now!”

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Johnny Silverhand and V have spent this entire opening stretch keeping Mark Anderson away from Winston Lewis, and now The Edge Runners are rubbing it in!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson is still down behind them.

                              Winston is nearly shaking on the apron.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “MARK! GET UP! THEY’RE STEALING OUR SHOT!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand glances over his shoulder at Winston.

                              Then he and V exaggerate the pose even further.

                              The boos become deafening.

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Oh, this is fantastic.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “You realize Winston Lewis may actually explode.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Then somebody better get that vintage camera ready.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand finally drops the pose.

                              The smirk disappears.

                              V’s expression becomes cold again.

                              And behind them, “Red Carpet” Mark Anderson slowly begins dragging himself toward the ropes while “High Risk” Winston Lewis desperately reaches out from The MAWLiwood Blondes’ corner.

                               

                              For the first time in the match, the champions badly need a tag.

                              The mock pose finally breaks.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand turns away from V and looks down at Mark Anderson, who has managed to get himself onto one knee.

                               

                              The laughter from the champions’ supporters quickly disappears beneath another wave of boos aimed at The Edge Runners.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand steps forward.

                               

                              Mark Anderson throws a wild right hand—

                              Johnny Silverhand ducks underneath it.

                               

                              A hard forearm crashes into Mark Anderson’s ribs.

                              A second forearm catches Mark Anderson across the jaw.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand immediately hooks the head—

                              SNAP SUPLEX!

                               

                              Mark Anderson hits the canvas hard.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Forearm to the body, forearm upstairs, and Johnny Silverhand finishes that combination with the snap suplex!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand doesn't cover.

                              Instead, he gets straight back to his feet and walks to The Edge Runners’ corner.

                              V already has a hand extended.

                              (T) V.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “That tells you exactly what The Edge Runners are doing. Johnny Silverhand could have gone for another cover, but he doesn’t want the pin yet. They’re making Mark Anderson work every single second.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Fresh partner. Fresh attack. Keep Winston Lewis standing on that apron watching his partner get dismantled.”

                               

                              Winston Lewis is indeed still talking.

                              Constantly.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “MARK! YOU’RE FINE! GET UP! WE’VE DONE BIGGER STUNTS THAN THIS!”

                               

                              V enters.

                               

                              Mark Anderson pushes himself upright and immediately gets caught by a sharp kick to the thigh.

                               

                              A forearm catches Mark across the side of the head.

                               

                              V grabs him before he can fall—

                              runs toward the ropes—

                              steps through—

                              swings around—

                              and drives Mark Anderson face-first into the canvas with a rope-assisted running bulldog!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Another combination from The Edge Runners! Kick, forearm, bulldog!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson rolls onto his back.

                               

                              V immediately grabs his wrist.

                              No wasted movement.

                              No celebration.

                              V drags Mark several feet farther away from Winston Lewis.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “REFEREE! THEY’RE DRAGGING HIM!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Yes, Winston. That is legal.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Give him a moment, Marcus. Winston Lewis is under tremendous emotional distress.”

                               

                              V reaches the corner.

                              (T) JOHNNY SILVERHAND.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand enters as V slips onto the apron.

                               

                              Mark Anderson is already trying to stand again.

                               

                              Johnny meets him with a knee buried into the ribs.

                              Mark doubles over.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand follows with a sharp back elbow across the side of the head.

                               

                              Mark stumbles sideways—

                              Johnny catches him around the waist—

                              lifts—

                              and drops Mark Anderson across his knee with a hard side backbreaker!

                               

                              Mark bounces off Johnny Silverhand’s knee and collapses onto his stomach.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Knee, elbow, backbreaker! That’s three straight combinations now, and every time The Edge Runners finish one, they bring in the fresh partner!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “This isn’t flashy for the sake of being flashy. Johnny Silverhand and V are making Mark Anderson absorb three shots, reset, then deal with somebody fresh.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand rolls Mark onto his back.

                               

                              Mark instinctively reaches toward Winston Lewis.

                              Winston stretches as far over the top rope as he possibly can.

                              There are still several feet between them.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “COME ON! COME ON! RED CARPET! OSCAR MOMENT! CRAWL!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand looks at Winston.

                              Then looks down at Mark.

                               

                              Johnny grabs Mark Anderson by the ankle.

                              He slowly drags him backward.

                               

                              Winston Lewis practically screams.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “OH, YOU SON OF A—”

                               

                              The referee points at Winston.

                               

                              REFEREE: “WATCH IT!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand reaches backward without looking.

                               

                              (T) V.

                              V steps through.

                               

                              Mark Anderson desperately rolls toward the middle of the ring, trying to create some space.

                              V closes it immediately.

                               

                              A sharp kick catches Mark in the stomach.

                              Mark bends over.

                               

                              V cracks him across the temple with a forearm.

                               

                              Mark tries to grab V around the waist—

                              V spins through the grip—

                              tilt-a-whirl—

                              and sends Mark Anderson crashing face-first into the mat!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “FOURTH COMBINATION! The Edge Runners have completely taken control of Mark Anderson!”

                               

                              V rolls through onto one knee.

                              Johnny Silverhand extends his hand again.

                               

                              V sees it.

                              Mark Anderson doesn't.

                              (T) JOHNNY SILVERHAND.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “And another tag!”

                               

                              Johnny enters quickly.

                               

                              V doesn't leave immediately.

                               

                              The referee raises his hand.

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand pulls Mark Anderson up from behind and hooks him around the waist.

                               

                              V moves in front.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Johnny lifts Mark backward—

                              V catches Mark Anderson’s head on the way down—

                              DOUBLE-TEAM BACK SUPLEX/NECKBREAKER!

                               

                              Mark Anderson gets folded violently into the canvas!

                              V immediately rolls away.

                              Johnny Silverhand hooks both legs!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “DOUBLE TEAM! THIS COULD DO IT!”

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis starts through the ropes.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson’s shoulder barely lifts.

                              Barely.

                              The referee immediately throws two fingers into the air.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “TWO! TWO! MARK ANDERSON JUST GOT THE SHOULDER UP!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis stops halfway through the ropes.

                              His eyes are huge.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! CHAMPION!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand sits upright.

                              V is standing beside the ropes.

                              For the first time, V actually shows the faintest hint of amusement.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “I don’t know how Mark Anderson kicked out of that. Johnny Silverhand and V have barely allowed him to breathe since the opening bell.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “That wasn't a kickout. That was survival instinct.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand remains the legal member of The Edge Runners.

                              V, meanwhile, rolls underneath the bottom rope.

                               

                              The referee points after V.

                               

                              REFEREE: “Back to your corner!”

                               

                              V doesn't go to the corner.

                              Instead, V walks toward ringside.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Now what?”

                               

                              V reaches over the barricade-side edge of the timekeeper’s area.

                              And picks up a microphone.

                               

                              The crowd boos immediately.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand looks over from inside the ring.

                               

                              Mark Anderson lies flat on his back.

                              Winston Lewis shakes his head.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “No. No microphones! Nobody gave them a microphone!”

                               

                              V raises it.

                               

                              V: “Hey, Alastor…”

                               

                              The crowd gets even louder at the name.

                               

                              V pauses.

                              Then smirks.

                               

                              V: “Cue the music.”

                               

                              V tosses the microphone aside.

                               

                              V slides back underneath the bottom rope.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “What music?”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand looks toward V.

                              V looks toward Johnny Silverhand.

                              For one strange second, neither moves.

                               

                              Then—

                              A ridiculously cheerful Can-Can suddenly blasts through the arena.

                               

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans stops talking.

                              Marcus Donovan stops talking.

                              Even Valerie Thomas goes silent.

                               

                              The referee turns her head toward the entranceway.

                              Winston Lewis stares upward.

                              Mark Anderson rolls onto his side in complete confusion.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand suddenly hooks his hands around his waist.

                              V does the same.

                               

                              They stand shoulder-to-shoulder.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “…No.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand kicks one leg high into the air.

                               

                              THUD!

                               

                              His boot catches Mark Anderson square in the chest.

                               

                              Mark falls backward.

                              V kicks next.

                               

                              THUD!

                               

                              A boot catches Mark Anderson across the shoulder and side of the head.

                              The crowd erupts in furious boos.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “You cannot be serious.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand and V begin alternating.

                              Kick!

                              Mark Anderson gets caught in the ribs.

                              Kick!

                              Mark gets caught high across the chest.

                              Kick!

                              Johnny Silverhand catches him against the jaw as Mark tries to rise.

                              Kick!

                               

                              V knocks him backward again.

                              And The Edge Runners are actually doing the Can-Can.

                              In the middle of a Signal Tag Team Championship match.

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “I—”

                               

                              Valerie starts laughing.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Don’t encourage them!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis finally snaps.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “STOP THE MUSIC!”

                               

                              Winston storms through the ropes.

                              He runs directly toward The Edge Runners.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand sees him coming.

                               

                              Can-Can kick—

                              BOOT TO THE CHEST!

                               

                              Winston Lewis staggers.

                               

                              V takes the next beat—

                              BOOT TO THE FACE!

                               

                              Winston falls backward through the ropes and crashes onto the apron before dropping to ringside!

                               

                              The arena is deafening.

                               

                              Not with cheers.

                              With boos.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Winston Lewis tried to stop this madness and The Edge Runners just kicked him straight back out of the ring!”

                               

                              The referee has backed into the neutral corner.

                               

                              His mouth is slightly open.

                               

                              He looks at Johnny Silverhand.

                              Then at V.

                               

                              Then at the fallen Mark Anderson.

                              Then at Winston Lewis on the floor.

                               

                              Then toward whoever has apparently started playing the Can-Can.

                              He seems to have completely lost control of the situation.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “WHEN DID THE LOONEY TUNES TURN UP?! THIS IS A WRESTLING MATCH!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “It’s still a wrestling match! They’re kicking him!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “TO THE CAN-CAN!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson tries getting onto all fours.

                              Johnny Silverhand kicks him in the side.

                               

                              V kicks him in the opposite side.

                              Mark spins and collapses again.

                              Johnny and V continue in perfect rhythm.

                               

                              Left.

                              Right.

                              Left.

                              Right.

                               

                              Every kick finds Mark Anderson somewhere across the body, chest, shoulder or head as the Signal Tag Team Champion desperately tries to escape the world’s most humiliating beatdown.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “I have called a lot of matches in MAWL. I have never called anything like this.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “The Edge Runners are innovative.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “This isn't innovation! This is a fever dream!”

                               

                              The music reaches its finale.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand and V hit one final synchronized kick—

                              Mark Anderson drops flat onto his back.

                               

                              The music abruptly ends.

                              Silence for half a second.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand turns toward V.

                              V turns toward Johnny Silverhand.

                               

                              The two members of The Edge Runners step toward each other—

                              and bow.

                              Deeply.

                               

                              Like performers acknowledging one another after a stage show.

                               

                              The crowd absolutely showers them with boos.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Johnny Silverhand and V are bowing to each other!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “I cannot believe what I’m watching.”

                               

                              At ringside, Winston Lewis has gotten back to his feet.

                               

                              He points furiously toward The Edge Runners.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “DISQUALIFY THEM! DISQUALIFY BOTH OF THEM! THAT WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT!”

                               

                              The referee looks at Winston.

                               

                              Then at Johnny Silverhand.

                              Then at V.

                               

                              Still trying to process exactly what just happened.

                               

                              V finally steps backward.

                              Johnny Silverhand gestures toward the apron.

                              V gives another little theatrical bow—

                              then climbs through the ropes and returns to The Edge Runners’ corner.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Finally! V is out of the ring. Johnny Silverhand is still the legal competitor for The Edge Runners.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “And Mark Anderson might not know what country he’s in anymore.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand turns.

                              The amusement disappears instantly.

                               

                              Mark Anderson is on his knees.

                              Johnny walks over and grabs him by the head.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “And just like that, Johnny Silverhand switches it off. Back to business.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand pulls Mark Anderson upward.

                              Mark’s legs wobble underneath him.

                               

                              Johnny reaches around the waist—

                              Mark suddenly slips underneath!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “MARK GETS BEHIND!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson plants both hands against Johnny Silverhand’s back—

                              and SHOVES!

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand goes stumbling forward toward The Edge Runners’ corner!

                               

                              V is standing on the apron.

                              Johnny crashes into V!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “JOHNNY SILVERHAND COLLIDES WITH V!”

                               

                              V loses balance and flies off the apron!

                              V crashes hard onto the floor!

                              The crowd suddenly comes alive.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand staggers backward from the collision—

                              Mark Anderson spins—

                              BACK ELBOW!

                               

                              The elbow catches Johnny Silverhand flush across the jaw!

                               

                              Johnny stumbles sideways!

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “THERE IT IS! MARK ANDERSON FINALLY CREATED AN OPENING!”

                               

                              Mark falls to his knees immediately afterward.

                               

                              He is exhausted.

                              He looks toward his corner.

                               

                              Winston Lewis is back on the apron.

                              Winston sees him.

                               

                              His entire demeanor changes.

                              Both hands shoot forward.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “MARK! MARK! COME ON! RIGHT HERE!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson drops onto his stomach.

                              Johnny Silverhand shakes the cobwebs away behind him.

                              V is still recovering on the floor.

                               

                              Mark reaches out.

                               

                              Still too far.

                               

                              He drags himself forward.

                              One arm.

                              Then the other.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Mark Anderson has been trapped in Edge Runners territory almost this entire match! He has taken four combinations, a huge double-team attack and whatever in the world that Can-Can assault was!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis stretches over the top rope as far as the tag rope allows.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “COME ON! COME ON!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson drags himself another foot.

                              Johnny Silverhand turns.

                               

                              His eyes lock onto Mark.

                               

                              Mark Anderson keeps crawling.

                              Slowly.

                              Desperately.

                               

                              Toward the outstretched hand of “High Risk” Winston Lewis.

                               

                              Mark Anderson reaches again.

                              His fingertips are now inches from Winston Lewis’ hand.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “MARK ANDERSON IS ALMOST THERE!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis stretches so far over the top rope that his entire upper body is practically inside the ring.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “COME ON, MARK! COME ON!”

                               

                              Mark reaches—

                              Closer.

                              Closer.

                               

                              Their fingertips are about to touch—

                              V suddenly explodes off The Edge Runners’ apron.

                              V sprints around the outside of the ring.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “V! V’S MOVING!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis never sees them coming.

                               

                              V slides around the ring post—

                              grabs Winston Lewis by the ankle—

                              and YANKS!

                               

                              Winston’s hands shoot away from Mark Anderson.

                               

                              Winston crashes chest-first onto the edge of the apron before falling to the floor!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “V JUST PULLED WINSTON LEWIS OFF THE APRON!”

                               

                              Winston tries scrambling back up.

                              V grabs him immediately.

                               

                              One hand around the arm.

                              The other behind the neck.

                               

                              V turns—

                              and HURLS Winston Lewis shoulder-first into the steel steps!

                              CRASH!

                               

                              The top section shifts several inches from the impact.

                              Winston crumples beside them.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “OH, COME ON! Winston Lewis wasn't even the legal man!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Neither is V. Apparently they found something productive to do with their free time.”

                               

                              Inside the ring, Mark Anderson is still reaching toward a corner that now has nobody there.

                               

                              His hand slowly falls.

                              He looks through the ropes.

                               

                              Sees Winston Lewis down beside the steps.

                              Then sees V standing over him.

                              V looks back at Mark.

                               

                              There is a brief pause.

                               

                              Then, for absolutely no apparent reason, V starts doing a quick little twist-dance beside the ring.

                               

                              Feet shifting.

                              Shoulders moving.

                               

                              Fingers pointing loosely downward.

                              A blatant Uma Thurman-in-Pulp Fiction impression.

                               

                              The crowd boos even louder.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Oh, now V is dancing!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Again?!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “V is having a wonderful evening.”

                               

                              V keeps dancing.

                               

                              Inside the ring, Mark Anderson grabs the top rope.

                              He slowly starts dragging himself upright.

                               

                              His head just clears above the top rope—

                              Johnny Silverhand suddenly takes off.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “JOHNNY SILVERHAND!”

                               

                              Johnny sprints across the ring.

                               

                              He catches Mark Anderson around the head in one fluid motion—

                              leaps over the top rope—

                              and drops toward the floor!

                              Mark’s throat gets snapped violently across the top rope!

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “OH!”

                               

                              The rope stretches downward under Mark Anderson’s weight before snapping back.

                              Mark gets catapulted away from it!

                               

                              He bounces backward across the canvas and rolls almost to the middle of the ring, clutching his throat.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand lands cleanly on his feet at ringside beside V.

                               

                              V stops dancing.

                              Looks at Johnny.

                              Johnny looks at V.

                               

                              A beat passes.

                               

                              Then Johnny Silverhand begins his own exaggerated John Travolta-style dance, pointing a finger from side to side while V immediately resumes the matching routine.

                               

                              The crowd absolutely unloads on The Edge Runners.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “It seems The MAWLiwood Blondes don't know how to handle tactics they have done to others being used on them.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “I'm sorry, Simon, I don't like those blonde himbos that much, but I don't recall when The MAWLiwood Blondes did the Can-Can and danced like they were in Pulp Fiction.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “To be fair, The MAWLiwood Blondes have been known to play mind games.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “There are mind games, Valerie, and then there’s whatever Radio Silence has apparently unleashed tonight.”

                               

                              V and Johnny Silverhand finish their ridiculous little dance.

                               

                              They turn toward each other—

                              HIGH FIVE!

                               

                              The crowd boos the gesture almost as loudly as anything else they have done.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “The Edge Runners are enjoying this far too much.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand slides back underneath the bottom rope.

                              V circles back toward The Edge Runners’ corner and climbs onto the apron.

                              The referee immediately points at V.

                               

                              REFEREE: “Stay in your corner!”

                               

                              V raises both hands innocently.

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “See? Perfectly respectful.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “V just threw Winston Lewis into the steel steps!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand walks toward the middle of the ring.

                               

                              Mark Anderson is sitting up, one hand still pressed against his throat.

                               

                              Johnny grabs a fistful of Mark’s hair and pulls the Signal Tag Team Champion upward.

                               

                              Mark stumbles to his feet.

                               

                              Johnny reaches for him again—

                              Mark suddenly drops!

                               

                              His hands grab behind Johnny Silverhand’s head—

                              JAWBREAKER!

                               

                              Johnny’s jaw snaps upward!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “JAWBREAKER! MARK ANDERSON CAUGHT HIM!”

                               

                              Johnny staggers backward.

                               

                              Mark falls onto one knee.

                              The crowd suddenly gets louder as Mark realizes Johnny is stunned.

                               

                              Mark forces himself back upright.

                               

                              Johnny turns toward him—

                              Mark grabs the head.

                              Hooks it.

                              Drops backward—

                              DDT!

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand gets planted head-first into the canvas!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “DDT! MARK ANDERSON FINALLY PUTS JOHNNY SILVERHAND DOWN!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “That might be the opening The MAWLiwood Blondes have spent this entire match searching for!”

                               

                              Both men are down.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand rolls onto his side.

                              Mark Anderson lies face-down beside him.

                              V immediately grips the tag rope tighter.

                               

                              Across the ring, Winston Lewis is still on the floor beside the steel steps.

                               

                              Then Winston moves.

                              One hand grabs the ring skirt.

                              He pulls.

                              His other hand finds the bottom rope.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Come on…”

                               

                              Winston Lewis drags himself upward.

                               

                              First to a knee.

                              Then one foot.

                               

                              His shoulder is clearly bothering him after hitting the steps.

                               

                              But he keeps pulling.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Winston Lewis is trying to get back onto that apron!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson raises his head.

                              He sees the empty corner.

                              Then—

                              Winston’s hand appears over the apron.

                               

                              Mark’s eyes widen.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Mark sees him!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis hooks an arm around the middle rope and hauls himself onto the edge of the apron.

                               

                              The crowd begins building again.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “MARK!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson turns onto his stomach.

                              Johnny Silverhand is still down behind him.

                               

                              Mark begins dragging himself across the ring.

                               

                              Elbow.

                              Knee.

                              Elbow.

                              Knee.

                               

                              Winston Lewis gets fully upright on the apron.

                               

                              He reaches into the ring.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “COME ON! I'M HERE!”

                               

                              V watches from the opposite corner.

                              Their expression changes immediately.

                               

                              No dancing now.

                              No mocking.

                               

                              V leans forward over the ropes.

                              Johnny Silverhand begins stirring.

                               

                              And Mark Anderson, exhausted and battered after spending nearly the entire match trapped against The Edge Runners, starts crawling once again toward the waiting hand of “High Risk” Winston Lewis.

                               

                              Mark Anderson stretches out one final time.

                              Johnny Silverhand pushes himself onto his elbows.

                              V grips the top rope in The Edge Runners’ corner.

                              Winston Lewis reaches as far into the ring as he possibly can.

                               

                              Mark lunges—

                              (T) WINSTON LEWIS!

                               

                              Their hands slap together!

                              The crowd erupts!

                               

                              Winston Lewis vaults over the top rope as Johnny Silverhand gets back to his feet.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “TAG! WINSTON LEWIS IS FINALLY IN!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand charges—

                              Winston Lewis ducks underneath him.

                               

                              Winston keeps running.

                               

                              V reaches over the ropes from The Edge Runners’ corner—

                              Winston suddenly changes direction and launches himself into a running dropkick!

                               

                              Both feet smash into V!

                              V gets blasted from the apron and crashes onto the floor!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “AND WINSTON LEWIS KNOCKS V OFF THE APRON!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “After everything The Edge Runners have done to keep Winston Lewis out of this match, ‘High Risk’ is finally loose!”

                               

                              Winston pops straight back up.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand turns around—

                              RIGHT FOREARM!

                               

                              Johnny staggers.

                               

                              Winston follows with a sharp kick to the ribs!

                               

                              Johnny doubles over.

                               

                              Winston catches the head—

                              running swinging neckbreaker!

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand crashes onto his back!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Forearm! Kick! Neckbreaker! Winston Lewis is on fire!”

                               

                              Winston shoots back onto his feet.

                               

                              The crowd that had been mixed on The MAWLiwood Blondes earlier is now rallying behind the champions simply because somebody is finally knocking The Edge Runners backward.

                               

                              At ringside, V gets upright.

                              V sees Johnny Silverhand down.

                              And immediately slides underneath the bottom rope.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “V ISN’T LEGAL!”

                               

                              V charges Winston Lewis.

                               

                              Winston turns—

                              knife-edge chop across V’s chest!

                               

                              V barely reacts and swings—

                              Winston blocks it!

                               

                              A jumping knee cracks V underneath the jaw!

                              V stumbles backward.

                               

                              Winston runs forward—

                              leaps—

                              and catches V with a flying headscissors that sends them rolling across the canvas and straight underneath the bottom rope!

                               

                              V spills back to ringside!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “AND WINSTON LEWIS SENDS V RIGHT BACK OUT!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Somebody might want to remind Winston that V wasn't legal.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “V rushed the ring!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Details.”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand gets to his knees behind Winston.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand: “Turn around.”

                               

                              Winston does.

                               

                              Johnny swings—

                              Winston ducks!

                               

                              A kick catches Johnny Silverhand in the stomach!

                               

                              Winston fires a back elbow across the jaw!

                               

                              Johnny spins around—

                              Winston grabs him from behind and drops him with a quick inverted neckbreaker!

                               

                              Johnny hits hard.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Another three-shot combination! Winston Lewis is unloading everything he’s got after spending almost this entire match watching from the apron!”

                               

                              Winston is breathing heavily.

                               

                              Mark Anderson has dragged himself into The MAWLiwood Blondes’ corner and is barely holding himself upright with both arms hooked across the top rope.

                               

                              He shouts toward his partner.

                               

                              Mark Anderson: “FINISH THE SCENE!”

                               

                              Winston nods.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand slowly rises.

                              Winston comes forward—

                              a hard palm strike catches Johnny across the mouth!

                               

                              Johnny fires back—

                              Winston beats him with a spinning heel kick across the side of the head!

                               

                              Johnny collapses onto his back!

                               

                              Winston looks toward the turnbuckles.

                              The crowd rises.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Winston Lewis is going upstairs!”

                               

                              Winston runs to the corner.

                               

                              He climbs.

                              Top rope.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand lies almost perfectly underneath him.

                               

                              Winston stands tall—

                              launches—

                              ADRENALINE RUSH!

                              450° SPLASH!

                               

                              Winston Lewis crashes down across Johnny Silverhand!

                               

                              The ring shakes!

                               

                              Winston hooks both legs!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ADRENALINE RUSH! WINSTON LEWIS GOT ALL OF IT! THE CHAMPIONS RETAIN!”

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              V grabs the bottom rope outside the ring and starts pulling themselves up.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand throws a shoulder off the canvas!

                              Winston’s eyes go enormous.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “JOHNNY SILVERHAND KICKS OUT!”

                               

                              Winston remains frozen over him.

                              The referee holds up two fingers.

                               

                              Winston looks at her.

                              Then down at Johnny.

                              Then back at the referee.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “TWO?!”

                               

                              The referee nods.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Winston grabs his own head.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Winston Lewis cannot believe it!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Neither can I. Johnny Silverhand just got hit with everything Winston Lewis had on that landing.”

                               

                              Winston suddenly remembers Mark Anderson.

                              He rushes toward The MAWLiwood Blondes’ corner.

                               

                              Mark is hanging across the ropes, exhausted.

                              Winston crouches beside him.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “You alright?”

                               

                              Mark waves him closer.

                              He mutters something into Winston’s ear.

                               

                              Winston looks confused.

                              Then his eyes suddenly light up.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Ref!”

                               

                              The referee approaches.

                              Winston immediately grabs her by the wrist.

                               

                              REFEREE: “What are you doing?”

                               

                              Winston points frantically at his own eye.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “MY EYE! LOOK AT MY EYE!”

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “What happened to Winston Lewis’ eye?”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Absolutely nothing!”

                               

                              Winston pulls the referee closer.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Right there! Look! Something’s in it!”

                               

                              The referee reluctantly examines Winston’s eye.

                               

                              Her back is now completely turned toward Johnny Silverhand.

                               

                              Mark Anderson releases the ropes.

                               

                              Slowly.

                              Very slowly.

                               

                              He reaches down to ringside.

                              And grabs The MAWLiwood Blondes’ vintage camera.

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Oh.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “No. No, no, no.”

                               

                              Mark lifts the camera.

                              Johnny Silverhand is getting onto one knee.

                               

                              Mark steps through the ropes.

                              He lines up the camera like a weapon.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “MARK ANDERSON HAS THAT CAMERA!”

                               

                              Mark charges.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand looks up at the final possible second—

                              DUCKS!

                               

                              Mark swings the vintage camera through empty air!

                               

                              Johnny gets behind him.

                               

                              Mark turns—

                              Johnny Silverhand snatches the camera directly out of his hands!

                               

                              Mark freezes.

                              Johnny looks down at the camera.

                              Then at Mark.

                              Mark raises both hands.

                               

                              Mark Anderson: “…Vintage.”

                               

                              Johnny smashes the camera into Mark Anderson’s upper chest and shoulder!

                               

                              Not enough to destroy it.

                               

                              More than enough to knock Mark backward.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “JOHNNY SILVERHAND JUST HIT MARK ANDERSON WITH THEIR OWN CAMERA!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “He was returning it.”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “With force!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand shoves Mark Anderson through the ropes.

                              Mark tumbles to ringside.

                               

                              The camera follows him, bouncing onto the floor nearby.

                               

                              Johnny turns.

                               

                              Winston Lewis has finally released the referee.

                               

                              Winston sees Mark outside.

                              Then sees Johnny.

                              And charges.

                               

                              Winston shoves past the referee to get to Johnny Silverhand!

                               

                              The referee gets knocked down onto one knee!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “WATCH THE REFEREE!”

                               

                              Winston freezes for just a fraction of a second.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “Sorry!”

                               

                              The referee starts getting back up.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand sees her behind Winston.

                               

                              Johnny’s eyes narrow.

                              Winston turns back—

                               

                              Johnny kicks him directly between the legs.

                               

                              Winston’s entire body locks up.

                               

                              His mouth opens.

                              No sound comes out.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “OH, COME ON!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “The referee didn't see it!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “I KNOW SHE DIDN’T SEE IT!”

                               

                              Johnny catches Winston before he can collapse.

                               

                              The referee finally gets fully upright just as Johnny Silverhand drags Winston toward The Edge Runners’ corner.

                               

                              V is waiting.

                              Hand extended.

                              Johnny pulls Winston forward—

                              (T) V!

                               

                              V slaps Johnny Silverhand’s shoulder.

                               

                              Johnny immediately whips Winston toward the opposite ropes.

                               

                              Winston rebounds—

                              Johnny redirects him at the last second—

                              straight into V’s trajectory!

                              V springs from the ropes with perfect timing!

                              OVERCLOCKED IMPACT!

                               

                              The springboard attack catches Winston Lewis flush and drives him into the canvas!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “OVERCLOCKED IMPACT! FLAWLESS FROM THE EDGE RUNNERS!”

                               

                              V immediately covers.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand drops to one knee beside them, staring directly at the referee.

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              Mark Anderson grabs the apron outside.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Winston Lewis kicks out a fraction before three!

                              V sits straight upright.

                              Johnny Silverhand’s jaw drops.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “NO! NO! WINSTON LEWIS KICKED OUT!”

                               

                              The referee throws two fingers into the air.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              V looks furious.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand immediately approaches the referee.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand: “That was three.”

                               

                              The referee shakes her head.

                               

                              REFEREE: “Two!”

                               

                              V gets up and joins the argument.

                               

                              V: “His shoulders were down.”

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “The Edge Runners spent half this match exploiting every count and every distraction possible, and now they want to lecture the referee!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “Because that was incredibly close!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand finally returns toward the apron.

                               

                              V turns back toward Winston Lewis.

                               

                              Winston is lying near the ropes.

                              Something moves beneath his hand.

                               

                              At ringside, Mark Anderson is crouched beside him.

                              Mark reaches upward.

                               

                              He discreetly passes something through the bottom rope.

                              Winston takes it.

                               

                              The referee sees none of it.

                              V sees none of it.

                              Johnny Silverhand sees none of it.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wait a second…”

                               

                              Winston rolls onto his back.

                               

                              V walks toward him.

                              Winston brings both hands upward.

                               

                              The vintage camera.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “HE’S GOT THE CAMERA!”

                               

                              V looks down—

                              FLASH!

                               

                              The camera erupts directly into V’s face!

                              V recoils instantly, both hands flying toward their eyes!

                               

                              V: “AH!”

                               

                              Winston throws the camera aside!

                               

                              He grabs V!

                               

                              Inside cradle!

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ROLL-UP!”

                               

                              The referee drops!

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand immediately tries stepping through the ropes—

                              Mark Anderson reaches up from ringside and grabs Johnny’s ankle!

                              Johnny stumbles!

                               

                              REFEREE: “ONE!”

                               

                              Johnny kicks backward at Mark.

                               

                              Mark refuses to let go.

                               

                              REFEREE: “TWO!”

                               

                              V thrashes underneath Winston.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand reaches toward them—

                              Mark Anderson YANKS Johnny’s leg away from the ropes!

                               

                              REFEREE: “THREE!”

                               

                              DING! DING! DING!

                               

                              The arena erupts!

                               

                              Winston Lewis releases V and rolls underneath the bottom rope almost before the referee’s hand finishes hitting the canvas.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “THE MAWLiWOOD BLONDES RETAIN! THE MAWLiWOOD BLONDES RETAIN THE SIGNAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!”

                               

                              Winston lands on his feet.

                              And runs.

                              Not walks.

                              RUNS.

                               

                              He is already halfway up the entrance ramp before V even sits upright.

                              Inside the ring, V is completely stunned.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand stands beside the ropes staring after Winston.

                              For perhaps the first time all evening, neither member of The Edge Runners has anything clever to do.

                               

                              No dancing.

                              No posing.

                              No mockery.

                              Just disbelief.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “LOOK AT WINSTON LEWIS! HE IS GETTING OUT OF HERE!”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “That is not retreating. That is an experienced champion understanding when the credits are rolling.”

                               

                              At ringside, Mark Anderson hears the bell.

                               

                              His eyes widen.

                              He looks toward the timekeeper.

                              Then toward Winston.

                              Then toward Johnny Silverhand and V.

                               

                              Mark Anderson suddenly SPRINTS toward the timekeeper’s area.

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Mark Anderson knows exactly what happens if he hangs around!”

                               

                              Mark snatches both Signal Tag Team Championship belts away before they can even be properly presented.

                              One underneath each arm.

                              Then Mark runs.

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand steps through the ropes—

                              too late.

                               

                              Mark Anderson races up the ramp.

                              Winston Lewis is waiting near the top.

                              Winston throws both arms open.

                              Mark practically crashes into him.

                               

                              The two champions embrace, half celebrating and half making sure neither one stops moving.

                               

                              Mark hands Winston Lewis his championship.

                              The two members of The MAWLiwood Blondes raise the titles overhead.

                               

                              The crowd reaction is still mixed—

                              but now there is laughter mixed in as well.

                               

                              Inside the ring, V slowly turns toward Johnny Silverhand.

                              Johnny Silverhand slowly turns toward V.

                               

                              They look toward the ramp.

                              Winston Lewis raises the Signal Tag Team Championship with one hand.

                               

                              With the other—

                              he mimics taking a photograph.

                               

                              Click.

                               

                              V’s expression becomes murderous.

                               

                              Marcus Donovan: “Oh, Winston, I would keep running.”

                               

                              Valerie Thomas: “He already is.”

                               

                              Ash Greaves-Orleans: “The Edge Runners controlled almost this entire championship match. Johnny Silverhand and V isolated Mark Anderson, exploited the referee, mocked the champions, attacked Winston Lewis outside the ring and even turned part of this match into their own bizarre dance routine—but The MAWLiwood Blondes just beat The Edge Runners using the exact kind of chaos the challengers created!”

                               

                              At the top of the ramp, Mark Anderson drapes an arm around Winston Lewis.

                               

                              Both men hold their Signal Tag Team Championships high.

                               

                              Sheri Orleans: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… AND STILL MAWL SIGNAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… ‘RED CARPET’ MARK ANDERSON AND ‘HIGH RISK’ WINSTON LEWIS… THE MAWLIWOOD BLONDES!”

                               

                               

                              Winston Lewis points toward himself.

                              Then Mark Anderson.

                               

                              Then at the championship.

                               

                              Winston Lewis: “STILL THE STARS!”

                               

                              Mark turns toward the furious Edge Runners.

                              He points down the ramp.

                               

                              Mark Anderson: “EXTRAS!”

                               

                              Johnny Silverhand grips the top rope.

                               

                              V stands beside him, still blinking away the effects of the flash.

                              At the top of the ramp, The MAWLiwood Blondes disappear through the curtain with the Signal Tag Team Championships safely in their possession.

                               

                              And Johnny Silverhand and V are left standing in the ring—

                              outplayed by the champions at their own game.

                               

                              Marcus: I don't at all feel bad for them. They frittered away their dominance with stupidity and arrogance. And against the MAWLIWOOD Blondes, that's saying something. 

                               

                              They leave, angered and disheartened. 

                               

                              Valerie: We're going to keep the Tag train rolling, and we're going to find out what team is taking the place of SM and Violent in the TLC Match for the Tag Titles.

                               

                              Ash: Teams.

                               

                              Marcus: What, seriously? 

                               

                              Ash: Apparently, DA wants to up the difficulty, so what's about to happen is there's going to be a Fatal 8-Corner Elimination Tag. Two teams in each corner. 8 people in the ring. Whatever teams are left with members after 30 minutes will be added to the TLC Match. It's madness. 

                               

                               

                              The 8 teams enter in a line to mixed reaction.

                               

                              Sheri: The following is a Fatal 8 Corners Match, with a 30 minute time limit! The teams with remaining members at the 30 minute limit will be added to the TLC Match! Entering - 

                               

                              • Barton Scott Westfield and Norris Charles... Western Union!
                              • Mina and Mika... Ay Deo Mia! 
                              • Bowen and Donna Matrix... Venom Cartel!
                              • Nicole Odeon and Penny R Cade... Press Start!
                              • Marley and Vita Krane... K Rush!
                              • Neon Juan Guyverno and G. Go Low... Full Frontal!
                              • Norman Normal and Mara Vicious... Suburban Malice!
                              • Bryce Nguyen and Ceara... The Tabloids!

                               

                               

                              Starting: Norris Charles, Mina, Donna Matrix, Penny R Cade, Marley Krane, Neon Juan, Mara Vicious, Bryce Nguyen

                               

                              Ash: Well, it looks like the former Nice n Normal are each with another partner now, but both of them I'm sure will want to get back in the ring with X-Treme Society. 

                               

                              Marcus: It's a little awkward having to share a corner with an opposing team. 

                               

                              The bell rings!

                               

                              Ash: Donna Matrix with a chop to Marley Krane, oh a block and return. Juan pops with a springboard... somersault knee strike! Knee-On! He's wasting no time trying to deal with the Venom! Vita pulls Bowen off the apron and Juan covers!

                                 

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                Donna Matrix is eliminated by Neon Juan Guyverno! (1)

                                 

                                Bowen enters the match.

                                 

                                Valerie: Bowen already got absolutely blasted just a few matches ago. And now here he is, trying it again. He's gonna have to last the 29 and a half minutes with no support. 

                                 

                                Marcus: He brought it on himself.

                                 

                                Ash: Penny with a running single leg dropkick to Mina, Bryce with a huracanrana to Marley... no! She brings Marley's head down Facebuster style! I think she calls this now the Who Ngu? And rolling up, no one wants to waste time today-but Marley able to get out before a 1. Mina gets Marley up immediately into an Electric Chair.... BOWEN GETS THEM BOTH UP! ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER TO BOTH OF THEM!! HOLY HELL!! DOUBLE COVER!!!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                Mina and Marley Krane are eliminated by Bowen! (1/2)

                                 

                                Valerie: People are clearing out the thrushes quickly. I'm sure that Hollywood House Party and X-Treme Society are pretty happy to see numbers go down early.

                                 

                                Marcus: Bowen is seeming to find his strength again, running lariat to Norris Charles. Oh, but Mika spins Bowen around...

                                 

                                29 minutes remain.

                                 

                                Marcus: ...jumping double knee to the ribs and down with the DDT!! Poniendo la mesa!! Going for the pin BOWEN REVERSES!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                Mika is eliminated by Bowen! (3) Ay Deo Mia is out!

                                 

                                Marcus: I don't know where he's finding this energy from Mara Vicious takes him to the ground with a running bulldog. Bowen lifts them both up though and a back suplex. Man, this dude must have gotten energized from getting beat down. Vita with a Zig Zag and standing shooting star to Norris Charles! Ziggy Stardust!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Ash: Norris kicks out. Penny is the first to remember there are teams here, she tags in to Nicole, Nicole with a knee drop to Norris, and continues her run to try a roll-up-

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                Bowen Baneclaw is eliminated by Nicole Odeon! (1) Venom Cartel is out!

                                 

                                Ash: Neon Juan tags in G. Go Low-

                                 

                                28 minutes remain.

                                 

                                Ash: -and G. Go Low absolutely mows Bryce down with a running boot, tag back to Neon Juan who gets a running dropkick to Vita. Running knee drop by Bryce to Nicole, Bryce continues along unabated and Kinshasa to G. Go Low, who rebounds and elbow shot to Mara Vicious, Nicole Odeon with a running forearm shot to continue the brutalizing of Mara.

                                 

                                Marcus: Nguyen smashes Norris's face on her knee, Nicole springboarding off the rope and double Dragon Cutter to Vita and Mara!!! Holds their necks back into a Double Dragon Sleeper!! Mara and Vita struggling mightily... Mara able to break out and Nicole puts all the pressure onto Vita Krane!!! Vita is tapping!!! Hell yeah!!!

                                 

                                Vita Krane is eliminated by Nicole Odeon! (2) K Rush is out!

                                 

                                27 minutes remain.

                                 

                                Ash: Norris Charles with a quick lariat to Nicole and Mara. G. Go Low tries to stop his run with a boot, Norris spins his boot around and powerbomb! Nicole tags in Penny, Penny diving elbow drop to G. Go! Bryce tries it too but G. Go Low able to get the knees up and Bryce eats it in the stomach! Goes for the pin, Bryce kicks out before one, hot tag to Ceara, Ceara off the ropes and tilt-a-whirl headscissors to G. Go! Penny with a fisherman's neckbreaker to Norris and a pin, no, Norris able to slither out before the count. Penny kips up quickly, huge hiptoss to Ceara. G. Go with a devastating Alabama Slam to Mara!

                                 

                                Valerie: Mara's gotta get OUT of this match and tag Norman in.

                                 

                                26 minutes remain. 

                                 

                                Marcus: Well that's gonna be hard, Penny yanks her in and a suplex... oh a second... and a third! E3!! Going for a pin-

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Ash: Norman breaks the pin! Penny takes it out on Ceara with a huge spinebuster. Norris tags in to Barton Scott Westfield, big headbutt to G. Go. Mara hits Ceara with a chop, then hits Penny with a swinging neckbreaker. Barton headbutts Ceara. Mara with an inverted DDT to G. Go. G. rolls away and locks Ceara in a fisherman hold, Penny locks up the other side, double fisherman suplex for a pin-

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Marcus: Nicole chops the leg of G. Go away, Penny keeps the hold-

                                 

                                Ned: THREE!

                                 

                                Ceara is eliminated by Penny R. Cade! (1)

                                 

                                25 minutes remain.

                                 

                                Bryce Nguyen enters the match.

                                 

                                Ash: Bryce with a neckbreaker to Mara, Mara needs to tag out, Norman is the only one not to have fought yet. Mara does get a chop in on Penny, who now hits a chop series on Barton... Barton spins around and ripcord knee strike to Bryce! Going for the cover-

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Marcus: Bryce reverses!!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Valerie: Barton kicks out. Bryce up to her feet and Penny right there waiting for her, knocks her on her face and gets the arms all the way up and back, JOYSTICK! BRYCE FIGHTING FOR THE ROPES, FIGHTING TO GET UP, SHE BARELY DOES IT BUT YOU CAN TELL SHE'S HURTING BAD. 

                                 

                                Marcus: G. Go Low with a standing Rear Naked to Mara Vicious! He's got her locked on THE POLE! Mara doesn't want this to end but she's also very, very hurt! She's tapping... or feeling G's leg... either way it's being counted as out!

                                 

                                Mara Vicious is eliminated by G. Go Low! (1)

                                 

                                Norman Normal enters the match.

                                 

                                Valerie: Well, the former partners can't avoid each other now. Meanwhile, Barton lifts G. Go Low up on his shoulder, and over the shoulder backbreaker! 

                                 

                                24 minutes remain. 

                                 

                                Valerie: Into the Shoulderbreaker! Barton Fink!! Going for a pin!!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                G. Go Low is eliminated by Barton Scott Westfield! (1)

                                 

                                Neon Juan Guyverno enters the match.

                                 

                                Ash: Penny greets Neon Juan with a shotgun dropkick and pushes him right back out of the ring. Neon Juan back into the ring and Bryce with a crucifix driver-he rolls out quickly, Barton right there ready for Bryce and before she can get up he pulls her into the Lasso from El Paso!! She's fighting to the ropes, he pulls her right on back.... she taps!! That'll do her!

                                 

                                Bryce Nguyen is eliminated by Barton Scott Westfield! (2) The Tabloids are out!

                                 

                                Ash: Penny tag to Nicole, Barton tag to Norris, Norris runs down Norman with a clothesline as Nicole hits Neon Juan with a chop! Juan returns with a pair of chops back, Norman behind Norris, puts his Fedora atop Norris's hat, Skull Crushing Finale! He calls this the Fedorable!! And it's the first time we've seen it since he's returned to Normalcy!! Going for the cover on Norris Charles as -

                                 

                                23 minutes remain.

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Marcus: Barton breaks up the pin! Norris whips Norman into the corner, Barton back to the outside and a tag... Norris waltzing Norman to the middle of the ring and a Sister Abigail! Barton to the top and a Diving Senton!!! SUNSET RIDE!!! Penny double chop to Juan as Barton hooks the leg- 

                                 

                                Ned: ONE!

                                 

                                Valerie: Norman kicks up! Way to go bud! Oh but Norris is sliding some tables into the ring! Barton gets Norman onto a table, oh he puts another table on top of Norton...Irish whip Juan to the corner! Ohhhh buddy! Tags Norris in...Juan lifted up to meet Norris at the top... I think... this could be.... POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLES! NORMAN CRUSHED UNDERNEATH! NORRIS PINS THEM BOTH AT ONCE!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO!

                                 

                                Marcus: Juan gets his shoulder up!! Norman doesn't!!

                                 

                                Ned: THREE!

                                 

                                Norman Normal is eliminated by Norris Charles! (1) Suburban Malice is out!

                                 

                                Marcus: JUAN ROLLS NORRIS INTO A LA MAGISTRAL!! 

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                Norris Charles is eliminated by Neon Juan Guyverno! (2)

                                 

                                Barton Scott Westfield enters the match. 

                                 

                                Valerie: Norris could have made this a straight two on two match but Juan saved himself, which, great except now the only team intact is Press Start. They wisely realize this and double suplex to Nicole Odeon. Neon Juan takes a run as-

                                 

                                22 minutes remain. 

                                 

                                Ash: Springboard somersault knee, there's the Knee-On NICOLE EVADES AND HE GETS BARTON!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! T-

                                 

                                Marcus: BARTON KICKS AT 2.5! He tries to get to his feet NICOLE WITH A STEP UP... CORKSCREW MUSHROOM STOMP! KOOPA KRUSHER TO BARTON!!!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                 

                                Barton Scott Westfield is eliminated by Nicole Odeon! (3) Western Union is out!

                                 

                                Ash: This is the THIRD team Nicole Odeon has finished out! Nicole tags Penny in... lifting Neon Juan up... Penny to the top! DISCUS DOOMSDAY LARIAT! STREETS OF RAGE!!! They share the cover!!

                                 

                                Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

                                 

                                Neon Juan Guyverno is eliminated by Nicole Odeon (4) and Penny R. Cade (2)! Full Frontal is out and Press Start wins!!

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS.... NICOLE ODEON AND PENNY R. CADE!!! PRESS START!!!!!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Looks like it stays at 3 going into the TLC Match, which is scheduled to start any moment.

                                   

                                  Valerie: Of course, watching the other end of this is the newly christened Never Mortuary who earned their shot at Fallout, and are likely considering this match a formality. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: I wouldn't be so sure. Behind the scary makeup and cyber look, it's still just Connor Varney and La Criatura. 

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: The following is a TLC Match! And it is for the Tag Team Titles! Already in the ring, from Toad Suck, Arkansas, the team of Nicole Odeon and Penny R. Cade! PRESS START!!!

                                   

                                  Valerie: Their best hope... between being a midcard team punching above their weight and having already put in the fight they did... is for MAWL and XHW's brawl to cancel the other two teams out. 

                                   

                                   

                                  Images of a California drive with late 80s sunset vibes come on the trons. HOLLYWOOD HOUSE PARTY in an almost GTA Vice City font flashes on the screen. Out come the four, looking to throw a party with colored-frame sunglasses on and confetti following them from cannons.

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: Accompanied by Rick Splash and Johnny Wave, at a combined weight of 445 pounds... TERRY MAC AND DANNY DRENCH... HOLLYWOOD HOUSE PARTY!!!

                                   

                                  House Party try to get the crowd pumping... none of them are biting.

                                   

                                  Marcus: It's the reunion that no one asked for.  They had broken up, but Ed Savage Sr led them back together and now we have to deal with it. But it's all gonna be alright because-

                                   

                                   

                                  Marcus: -it's time to start the shooting.

                                   

                                  A burning X fills the Titan tron as Start The Shooting by A Day To Remember starts blasting. Dante steps out menacingly , like a bandit looking for trouble. Victoria skips out behind him smiling and full of energy.

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: And the CHAMPIONS!!! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!! Representing X-Treme Society... DANTE RIVERA AND VICTORIA SCYTHE!!!

                                   

                                  The duo stops at the top of the ramp as the Titan tron starts displaying ‘Watch your step’ in burning letters as the chorus plays. As they walk down the ramp in unison, pyro goes off on either side of the ramp with each step. After a few steps they stomp in unison, triggering the stage to fill with fire and have Red and silver sparks rain down above them.

                                   

                                  Marcus: There was a time when they WERE X-Treme Society, now they have an actual Society.

                                   

                                  Valerie: You gotta wonder if it's gonna get crowded. And if they're for forsaking quality for quantity.

                                   

                                  They walk down the ramp and to the ring, Dante jumping onto the apron and climbing through the ropes, Victoria running up the steps and climbs the turnbuckle posing and taunting. After she jumped down, the two stand in the center of the ring, Dante slowly removing his shades from his face. Their eyes fixed on the camera (or opponent). He tosses the shades to the side and the two stomps hard onto the mat together, setting off flames on all four corners of the ring and red sparks to rain down from above them.

                                   

                                  The bell is about to ring when-

                                   

                                   

                                  Diana: Now hold the hell on. 

                                   

                                  The crowd boos. Now what.

                                   

                                  Diana: I put a lot of effort into getting this match for Deck of Hearts. I thought it was an easy sell to SM. Two dumbasses from XHW who we all want to put boots to. Dante Rivera who he's CROWED about wanting to get back for two nasal damages, who he had ALL of us going "MEOW Dante Rivera." This was LOCKED. IN.

                                   

                                  And then. Suddenly. It wasn't. 

                                   

                                  Suddenly, Dante was off limits. You were best friends now. And we lost that title match, to a cavalcade of nobodies, with two little mallrats ultimately answering the call. Well I'm NOT having it. And I'm declaring myself for this match. No DQ, right? So nothing to stop me from entering.

                                   

                                  Except a tag partner.

                                   

                                  You see, apparently DOH is apparently acting like Cookie DOUGH. No one back there wants to defy orders. Everyone is losing the spirit of Heartbreaker for the letter of Heartbreaker. 

                                   

                                  So I'm stepping outside the circle for a moment. And hey, maybe we'll get a new team member out of this, who knows? 

                                   

                                  And Canada, you're gonna love this. Well, your kids won't. Because you see, she's also sick of being infantilized. 

                                   

                                  Out comes...

                                   

                                   

                                  Kimberly takes her little ukulele and smashes it on the stage, then flips the audience off as they boo.

                                   

                                  Valerie: A former children's performer, a former Canadian hero, this woman is in some way a perfect connection for Diana Dresden.

                                   

                                  Kimberly: Aw, did you think I was gonna come out here and sing Electric Unicorn? Or Butterfly Fly? Or the Miss Persona Way? Well you're all in my meowing way, and the Ms. Persona way is to the top, with the tears of all your little pants-poopers hydrating me on my climb. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: I can't help but think of Jacen and Jaina, if they were Miss Persona fans.

                                   

                                  Ash: Well if they were, they sure aren't now. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Honestly? I think more children's performers should go this way. Let the Wiggles be the new 4 Horsemen. Let Chuck E Cheese join the Bullet Club.

                                   

                                  Diana and Kimberly mock the audience as they walk down, intermittently doing the fake tears. They get into the ring and start throwing fists as the bell rings.

                                   

                                  Ash: Four teams, no mercy. That's how this is gonna go down. Diana and Kimberly absolutely battering the faces of Press Start, Victoria and Dante putting boots to face on the Hollywood House Party, stereo Irish Whips and Back Body Drops.

                                   

                                  Valerie: Predictable team is predictable. They keep the pressure on and dual huracanranas to the House Party. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: It's beautiful that they move perfectly in tandem like that. Victoria giving Dante a boost, he takes out both legal men of House Party with a Springboard Plancha! I wouldn't stay out there too long, the other members of House Party are right around the corner, and Dante has no qualms taking the fight to people he shouldn't be taking the fight to. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Diana showing Kimberly the ropes, double back suplex to Penny, OH Nicole gets behind and catches Penny's legs! A tug of war and Nicole gets the better of it! She airplane spins her partner into both of their opponents!!  Penny gets her feet properly planted on Nicole's shoulder and Moonsault wipes out Diana AND Kimberly! Penny cartwheels right back without missing a beat and double jumping clothesline to Diana and Kimberly, Victoria catches her out, pops her up and Powerbomb! She was RIGHT there ready for her. Turns around to check in on Dante, Dante hitting Terry Mac with an Enzuigiri, to his feet and spring right back with a Pele Kick to Danny Drench, and yep here come Rick Splash and Johnny Wave, Dante back up to the apron, corkscrew splash to the other two, it seems he is managing this side of the fence quite nicely, she's not gonna risk it though and she comes to his aid, springboard moonsault to the first two! 

                                   

                                  Marcus: This almost seems unfair in favor of X-Treme Society! And I'm not mad about it! 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Nicole Odeon has the head of Diana and blasting her with Uppercuts! Getting her with the Coin Block Combo! Diana blocks the arm and swinging neckbreaker, Kimberly Persona leapfrogs her and leg lariat to Penny R Cade, oh she's learning quickly. Puts her hand out, back-jumping leg drop off Persona's hands by Diana to Penny, and Nicole rolls out of the ring, smart enough to get herself out of this.

                                   

                                  Marcus: I think she's getting a ladder, Val. But she was smart in the sense of going the opposite side of the House Party vs X-Treme battle, searching and oh she finds a table first, not a bad call to slide that in. There's the ladder and she'd better get in quick, Diana is playing tug of war with Penny for the table but Penny at a clear disadvantage, Kimberly with the chop block and Penny drops the table, and it in turn is dropped onto her ribs! Oh dear god.

                                   

                                  Ash: Diana calls Kimberly over to hold the table, they switch spots, Diana makes sure the table is nice and angled... running back to give herself some runway, charging forward NICOLE WITH A CHAIR TAKES KIMBERLY OUT IN THE BACK! DIANA'S RUNWAY IS CUT SHORT! 

                                   

                                  Valerie: All three of the TLC in here. Now it's a party. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: And not the crappy kind of party either, X-Treme are taking care of them outside the ring. Dante and Victoria got pipes and they're wrecking the House with em. Just smashing in all the proverbial windows. Valerie, I gotta give it to you, you called it they'd be too focused on XHW to pay any attention to the titles. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: I'm usually right. Y'all should know this by now. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Well, they'd better get into the ring now that Hollywood House Party is temporarily disabled. Table set up, Kimberly laid out on it, Nicole is taking Diana to the corner, Penny setting up the ladder as Nicole with a Superplex through the table just absolutely takes out both members of that team! Penny starting the climb, Victoria Scythe directing Dante back to the ring, she's handling business outside.

                                   

                                  Marcus: Queen Cutters for everyone! Just full Oprah out here. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Hollywood House Party are, I'm sure, regretting agreeing to a reunion. Gonna be a lot of sad skinny margaritas when they get back to the hotel. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Dante to the top rope, Penny is up too far to get down in time safely, she has a choice between the express route and the express-express route. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: She makes it to the top, Dante loading up for a diving shoulder tackle, and oh it looks like she's found a third option, SHE DUCKS JUST IN TIME AND DANTE MISSES! Penny starting to work on the latch, Diana to her feet and she's starting to rattle the ladder, Penny trying to keep her grasp, Nicole pulling away at Diana but she's just effectively helping pull the ladder, German Suplex to Diana but she took the ladder with her!! Penny is stranded up there!! COME ON NICOLE!! DANTE DOESN'T MISS THIS TIME, SPEAR FROM THE TOP TAKES HER OFF THE BELT!!!

                                   

                                  Ash: It's a quick recovery to the say the least. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: I think he may have just removed both of them from contention. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: I'd give them both more credit. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Nicole slides the ladder back into the ring, Diana from behind and takes out her legs with a bat! Diana runs her over the barricade!! Up onto the barricade, hooks her arms and Double Arm DDT... Home Rexer!!! Back in the ring, 1D by Dante and Victoria on Penny! Danny Drench is back in the ring and he's got the ladder, he snuck in without fanfare, starting the climb... Kimberly Persona gets the Discus Superkick through the rungs and knocks him off the ladder! Impeccable aim! 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Diana will be so proud that Kimberly was able to get her Revolution of Heartbreak! If they continue this team, maybe Diana will help Kimberly get her own moveset. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: Terry Mac from the top dropkicks the ladder to Kimberly! Her leg is still in the rungs! That has to hurt! Terry putting pressure on the leg over the rung! Running to the ropes, coming back with a stomp to the leg!! Up to the top rope, Starship Pain directed on the leg of Kimberly! Or as he calls it, the Final Cut!! She is in incredible pain! 

                                   

                                   Ash: She's likely regretting doing this, Victoria pulls the ladder up and dislodges Kimberly's leg, you can hear her apologizing, and I think that this is going to be the beginning and end of her walk on the dark side, possibly her ring career altogether, Terry Mac dropkicks both of them out! Springboarding off the rope and another Final Cut!!! Dante throws Terry Mac out of the ring after them and going for the ladder, and he's got a clear shot! Straight on til morning, and beginning his climb, Dante up the rungs!

                                   

                                  Marcus: X-Treme Society have been just absolutely fantastic champions and if Dante can get these unhooked, they're going to continue that r-

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                  Marcus: Chi Eta has come to break Dante's stride!! They succeed and he falls!! They're starting to carry him off-

                                   

                                   

                                  Marcus: X-TREME SOCIETY TO THE RESCUE!!! THE WHOLE DAMN CLUB IS OUT HERE TO FIGHT CHI ETA AND HOLLYWOOD HOUSE PARTY!!!

                                   

                                  Ash: That's the opening that Press Start and Diana Dresden needed!! Up we go on the ladder, Nicole and Diana each to a side, and this is the race that will inevitably determine the end of the road... Penny can tilt the balance in the direction of...

                                   

                                  ...DIANA??

                                   

                                  WHAT??

                                   

                                  Penny low blow to Nicole!! Penny has just turned on her partner, Diana unhooks the belts and throws one down to Penny R Cade, and I think we've got yet another team broken and one forming in its place!

                                   

                                  Diana Dresden and Penny R. Cade win?!

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: Here are your winners... and the NEW MAWL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... DIANA DRESDEN AND PENNY R. CADE!

                                   

                                  Penny pushes Sheri to the side and grabs the mic. Ash is about to rise from their feet, but Sheri beckons them down.

                                   

                                  Penny: When you left me hanging in the ring, Nikki, when you left me DANGLING and took away my way down-

                                   

                                  Ash: She was trying to save you, you ingrate. 

                                   

                                  Penny: Left me fodder for Dante Rivera... something broke in me. Something that I knew always had a chance of breaking. I'm done playing games. I'm done being cheerful and looking like a goddamn parachute. And now that I've finally gotten my title, and I've done it without the woman who SWOOOOORE she'd always have my back... I'm about to become a PR Nightmare. In fact, that's what you can call me from now on. And me and Diana here, we're about to make some Bad Life Decisions that are gonna make our lives better. And anyone who steps in the ring with us is making a Bad Life Decision. So your NEW tag champions... 

                                  The

                                  B

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                                  D. 

                                   

                                  She drops the microphone and takes her belt, wraps it plateside up around the head of Nicole.... off the rope.... and the Stomp drives Nicole's face into the belt!! 

                                   

                                  Ash: The attack mirroring Diana's own on Rox, these two slimeballs clearly are perfect for each other. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: And who's to say that Diana won't just turn on her again the moment Deck of Hearts asks her to?

                                   

                                  Valerie: Well, she hasn't been heeding Deck of Hearts' calls much lately, so I don't know. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Dante and Victoria are clearly distraught by this, but he's gotta nuck up and buck up, the next match is right around the corner! 

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: The following contest is an Undisputed Match! Competitors win when they fulfill three of four of the following win conditions: Pin, Submit, Bleed, KO! And it is for the Legacy Championship!! Already in the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 205 pounds... representing X-TREME SOCIETY.... DANTEEEEE RIVERRRRRRA!

                                   

                                  The crowd pops! Dante gets himself back together and throws up the X to huge cheers.

                                   

                                   

                                  “No one will survive” by CFO$ starts playing as alarm lights starts flashing around the Titantron. As the guitar riff starts Diego appears on stage with red and yellow flashing lights, his back turned and the camera zoomed in on his name bejeweled on the back of his jacket.

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: Also from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 185 pounds, representing XHW.... DIIIIIIEGO!

                                   

                                  He then turns and aims finger guns at the camera. As he yells bang, pyro goes off on either side of him. He then fixes his collar and marches down the ramp.

                                   

                                  Ash: There's still some rage about the way the Epoch Title was taken from him dripping from every pore.

                                   

                                  Valerie: Can you blame him?

                                   

                                  On his way down he pauses to stop and taunt the crowd, taking in the energy from the arena. He then continues his march down, climbing up the steps before dramatically stepping along the apron in sync with the violin riff before leaning in the center of the ropes and aiming his finger guns to the crowd before he and the crowd yell “BANG”. He then climbs through the ropes and walks to the center fixing his collar and pointing out to the crowd.

                                   

                                   

                                  When Sombras makes his entrance, the arena plunges into near darkness, lit only by flickering red and black lights.

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: From the Ancient Bloodline of Forgotten Kings, weighing 195 pounds... he is SOMBRAS!!

                                   

                                  A faint, ghostly chant resonates through the speakers, accompanied by the soft sound of wind and whispers. Sombras appears suddenly, materializing as though from the shadows, moving with a silent, predatory grace. His movements are fluid and deliberate, creating the illusion of a phantom stalking its prey.

                                   

                                  Ash: Keeping your eye on him isn't enough to not be snuck up on. Sombras is a silent assassin in all ways.

                                   

                                  As he approaches the ring, crimson mist begins to pool around him, intensifying his spectral presence. He enters the ring in eerie silence, crouching low in his corner as he fixes his piercing gaze on his opponents. When the bell rings, the shadows seem to envelop him, and the match begins in an atmosphere of dread.

                                   

                                   

                                  Superstar Davy Boy storms out pounding on his title.

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: AND THE CHAMPION!! FROM HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA! WEIGHING IN AT 235 POUNDS! SUUUUUUPERSTAR DAVY BOY!

                                   

                                  Superstar Davy Boy struts down the ramp showing off his belt to everyone around him.

                                   

                                  Ash: This is the first time Superstar Davy Boy is actually able to successfully defend the belt. Not for lack of trying but it seems like every time he's tried to have a title match some nonsense has gotten in the way. So now he's chomping at the bit to fight, and I wouldn't get in his way. 

                                   

                                  Superstar Davy Boy gets in each person's face in turn, showing the belt to them.

                                   

                                   

                                  Carter takes the belt. The four men get in each others' faces. As Carter holds the belt up, the air is silent. Everyone prepares for the match with bated breath.

                                   

                                  The bell rings and immediately all four get to work pounding on each other. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: Superstar Davy Boy not giving Sombras a chance to disappear, headlock punches, headlock takeover and continuing the punches, keeping the pressure up. That's what you gotta do.

                                   

                                  Ash: And the two brothers, the Rivera boys, just absolutely back and forth blasting each other, Diego Irish Whipping Dante, Dante catching himself on the ropes, bounce to the middle, bounce to the top and Moonsault oh Diego catches him for a powerslam NO Dante with a split arm drag, Diego lands on his feet, going for the back elbow but Dante ducks, Dante going for the German Suplex but Diego lands on his feet, hooks Dante's arm and neck, STO! He is going for the other arm quickly, he doesn't want to waste any time... going for the Cash Out OH but Dante trying to bend the fingers back to avoid the lock. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Diego was banking on Dante being too exhausted to fight back. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: Sometimes I wonder how well they know each other. Dante has less quit than MC Hammer. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Thank you for that timely reference, Marcus. Diego trying to twist Dante back to the middle of the ring, Dante pulling him more toward the corner... it's a real back and forth but Dante seems to be winning this battle, charging to the buckles and going for the Sliced Bread, nails it and rolls back, Superstar Davy Boy gets his arm and spins him around, absolutely BLASTS him with a lariat and he just flipped him! And this means he's taken his eyes off Sombras, silly man. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Sombras behind Diego and Tarantula! He's got him strangled over the ropes. Diego trying to play it cool in attempting to break the hold but he's gotta be sweating inside. Sombras isn't going to get a fall around a rope but he sure does put the hurt on. Diego prying the legs from around his head, trying to elbow Sombras... but where is Sombras? Did he drop him over the edge?

                                   

                                  Ash: Superstar Davy Boy has a sixth senses, dodges Sombras' knee attempt and gets him by the waist... German Suplex launches Sombras back! But THAT means he's an open target for Dante to start the shooting, huracanrana from the top rope! Davy Boy lands hard and bounces off the mat but keeps his body rolling and able to get mostly on his feet. That's impressive. Slides under Dante's roundhouse coming up from behind and locks a half nelson in, Dante attempting to swing the other elbow, Davy lets him slide through without it landing and pulls down into a backbreaker variant. Dante bent over his knee and Davy strikes hard with the other elbow. And he locks in a dragon sleeper.

                                   

                                  Marcus: Everyone seems to think that Dante is going to tap, but they don't give this man his flowers. He's gonna have to stop breathing before those hands come down. Davy adding an arm-trap to that hold and increasing the torque, that's still not gonna be enough. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Sombras going for the Springboard DIEGO PULLS THE TOP ROPE DOWN AND SOMBRAS GOES SPILLING! DIEGO PULLS HIM UP AND THROUGH THE ROPE REAR NAKED! HE'S PUTTING IN A CHEAT CODE! Both members of the Rivera family now in a hold situation, but with vastly different contexts. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: See? Dante fighting back to his feet, Superstar going for the West Coast Stunner NO Dante pushes him away, quick grab to the arm and Irish Whip to break up the Cheat Code! That stops Superstar's momentum cold and Dante has all 3 where he wants them... RUNNING SHOTGUN DROPKICK!!! DIEGO SPILLS OFF THE APRON AND THE OTHER TWO GET REAL CLOSE TO EACH OTHER AND THAT ROPE! DANTE CAN'T BE STOPPED! HE LOADS HIMSELF BACK, GOING FOR ANOTHER RUN SOMBRAS AND DAVY BACK BODY DROP HIM OVER THE ROPES HE TURNS IT INTO A HURACANRANA ON DIEGO!

                                   

                                  Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

                                   

                                  Ash: SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY HITS THE WEST COAST STUNNER ON SOMBRAS!!! Going for the pin, Sombras rolls himself out of the ring in time. You don't think DAVY BOY LAUNCHES HIMSELF WITH A CORKSCREW PLANCHA!!! ALL GO DOWN!!!

                                   

                                  Valerie: Dude's trying to pin all 3! He knows that only counts for one condition, right? 

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! TWO!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Teamwork lifting Davy Boy up by his stomach, 6 arms launch him into the air, 6 knees greet him on the bottom!! That triple pin was always gonna be a ballsy proposition, but I think the two count was just so they could coordinate underneath him honestly. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Dante and Diego kip up simultaneously, almost reminiscent of what I assume were their team days, Diego dropkicks Dante over the barricade! Almost reminiscent of what I assume was their childhood!

                                   

                                  Valerie: You just know that the remote battle was an epic one.

                                   

                                  Ash: Sombras with the bulldog hold on Diego, Stratusfaction off the barricade and driving him to the floor! Sombras jumping up onto the barricade, he might be going for that Mushrom DANTE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A CHAIR! DIEGO ROLLS SOMBRAS UP-

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! T-

                                   

                                  Marcus: Sombras shoulders out, I don't think Dante would have been too happy about feeding a fall to Diego. 

                                   

                                  Ash: I suspect not, tornado DDT by Dante to Diego and there's not a ton of room in the ringside area to try to get a pin, Diego pulls himself under the apron before Dante can get the cover but he doesn't have time to look into it, Sombras returns his chair to him! Davy Boy a little winded but trying to get to his feet, Sombras turns to face his former partner and Davy Boy shakes his head, warning him about doing it, Sombras with the swing and Davy Boy sidesteps, snap sidekick pushes the chair into Sombras's face!! Davy catches him in a trust fall situation and parlays it to an Atomic Drop. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: He warned him. Diego bat in hand tries to leapfrog Davy to get to Sombras DAVY WITH THE LOW BLOW KICK AS DIEGO COMES DOWN! SPINS HIM AROUND WEST COAST STUNNER!!!

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                   

                                  Superstar Davy Boy pins Diego to fulfill his first win condition! Davy 1 Dante 0 Diego 0 Sombras 0

                                   

                                  Sheri: SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY HAS FULFILLED THE PIN CONDITION!

                                   

                                  Ash: The champ gets the first notch on the board, and that's gonna set the scene early here. Of course, this means that he will not be able to pin anyone else. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Also he didn't get the bat from Diego. 

                                   

                                  Diego swings around and cracks Davy with the bat!!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Come on man!

                                   

                                  Valerie: Turnabout is fair play. And he covers-

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                   

                                  Diego pins Superstar Davy Boy to fulfill his first win condition! Davy 1 Diego 1 Dante 0 Sombras 0

                                   

                                  Sheri: DIEGO HAS FULFILLED THE PIN CONDITION!

                                   

                                  Marcus: So both Diego and Davy have pins completed and out of their options now. Interesting to see if they'll switch tactics, but I don't see this being a group of people who can be made tap so easily. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Sombras mists Diego and Davy! It's not even worth where the hell he comes from and yep he's vanished again. No guys, you aren't too blind to see him, he's not there. They're swinging wildly okay you might be a little bit blind. Dante coming from back in the ring, took the high road and suicide dive knocks the two of them right back out! Where the hell did Sombras come from and how did he get a bottle of Tequila??? 

                                   

                                  Valerie: And how did it finish it so quickly?? Oh wait, no, it's almost finished. Oh that's good, save a little bit for SMASHING IT IN SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY'S FACE!! Oh that... I think the little bit of alcohol might be to make the wounds hurt more, because Superstar Davy Boy is definitely bleeding. 

                                   

                                  Sombras makes Superstar Davy Boy bleed! Davy 1 Diego 1 Sombras 1 Dante 0

                                   

                                  Sheri: Sombras has fulfilled the Bleed Condition!

                                   

                                  Ash: Is... Is Superstar Davy Boy tasting the tequila?

                                   

                                  Marcus: He is, and he looks more offended about the quality of it than hurt by the cuts from it.

                                   

                                  Valerie: I mean come on, you're not gonna waste good tequila on someone's face like that.

                                   

                                  Ash: Superstar with a Super smirk, he pulls the glass out of his face with barely a wince and Sombras seems almost... impressed. FIREBALL! SUPERSTAR WITH A FOUR LETTER RESPONSE! I spoke too soon! He swings but no Sombras to receive it!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Sombras reappears in the ring, Dante looks like he was pre-lined, DIRT NAP KNEE! 

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

                                   

                                  Dante Rivera pins Sombras! Dante 1 Davy 1 Diego 1 Sombras 1

                                   

                                  Sheri: Dante Rivera has fulfilled the Pin Condition!

                                   

                                  Ash: We're all tied up now at 1. Three competitors have already used their pin, and one drew blood. Everyone can try it with submission or KO, but only Sombras can still pin. Diego looking to take advantage of Davy's being burned, scoops him up for a Samoan Drop CRUCIFIX DRIVER BY DAVY! YOU CAN'T KEEP HIM DOWN! Carter reminding him that he's no longer got a pin as an option, Superstar locking up a Camel Clutch instead, but you can tell this wasn't his plan B, Diego brings Davy up with him, and trying it with a Torture Rack.

                                   

                                  Valerie: That is something a little different for Diego but in a match like this, you have to let every opportunity and option be open to you. And he's walking with the rack, where does he think he's going OH I guess it's nowhere too far low blow by Sombras, Diego drops Davy! Sombras throwing a bevy of forearms to Diego, snap suplex towards the ramp. 

                                   

                                  Ash: Dante sees where the action is heading, Dante with a corkscrew splash with some distance takes Sombras out and now Carter has no choice but to follow the action. Roundhouse kick to Sombras, roundhouse to Diego, Davy to his feet and Dante blasts forward SPEARS DAVY BOY ONTO THE RAMP! DAVY BOY'S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE STEEL AND DAVY FLIPPED BACKWARDS!!

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! TWO!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Dante has the option to make sure he stays down, or continue in the fight.

                                   

                                  Carter: THREE! FOUR!

                                   

                                  Valerie: Pretty obvious choice, Dante charging back down the ramp and step up enzuigiri to his brother!

                                   

                                  Carter: FIVE! SIX!

                                   

                                  Ash: Dante lands and Sombras jumps up, takes him down with a Zig Zag!

                                   

                                  Carter: SEVEN!

                                   

                                  One Asshole: DOOT DOOT

                                   

                                  Marcus: It was a wild impact, but I think Davy is moving! Yes! He's up at 7!

                                   

                                  One Asshole: I did that! The power of the-

                                   

                                  Crowd member boots One Asshole onto the ramp to cheers. Davy Boy hits him with the West Coast Stunner to even more cheers.

                                   

                                  Valerie: He had it coming. Davy Boy now with the choice of running back into battle or taking a breath, and he's walking towards the entranceway. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: That's the coward's way out, but it's falls count anywhere so I don't think he is as safe as he thinks he-

                                   

                                   

                                  Marcus: Victoria won't let him leave! She's blocking the WEST COAST STUNNER TO VICTORIA!!! OH AND SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY HAS CHANGED HIS MIND, HE'S CLIMBING UP THE SIDE OF THE TRON! HE MAY JUST BE GETTING A LITTLE EXTRA FLAVOR, BUT THIS IS GOING TO DIVERT HIM FROM HIS MAIN GOAL! WHATEVER YOU DO TO HER DOESN'T COUNT, DUMBASS!

                                   

                                  Valerie: Oh, he's baiting Dante. Superstar Davy Boy is looking to get an LA Pop from the tippy tippy top, Dante's taking the bait! Spiked Knucks into Davy's elbow Pad! Dante rushing to Victoria's aid like the White Knight he is, Superstar Davy taking the dive, Dante's too late to get up there HE CATCHES HIM AND THEY MOONSAULT FALLAWAY OFF THE STAGE!!!! HOLY CRAP!!!!

                                   

                                  Carter: ONE! TWO!

                                   

                                  Ash: Sombras and Diego still slugging it out down the ramp.

                                   

                                  Carter: THREE! FOUR!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Diego tossed into the barricade, back to his feet and arm whips Sombras over it!

                                   

                                  Carter: FIVE! SIX!

                                   

                                  Valerie: And Dante and Superstar are somewhere in the light fixtures!!

                                   

                                  Carter: SEVEN! EIGHT!

                                   

                                  Marcus: The crazy thing about this is... either of these men still need to fulfill at least one more win condition, and they may have just completely OH DAMN DANTE EMERGES!!!

                                   

                                  Carter: NINE!

                                   

                                  Ash: Superstar Davy Boy has put up a MONSTER fight, definitely championship worthy, no matter the result. 

                                   

                                  Carter: TEN!

                                   

                                  Dante Rivera KOs Superstar Davy Boy! Dante 2 Davy 1 Diego 1 Sombras 1

                                   

                                  Sheri: Dante Rivera has fulfilled the KO Condition! He has one condition remaining!

                                   

                                  Marcus: Oh wait but that's not the whole story, I think... Dante might be bleeding? Carter is calling back to the video footage... Superstar Davy Boy has gashed Dante's face with that elbow pad on his way down!!

                                   

                                  Superstar Davy Boy makes Dante Rivera bleed! Dante 2 Davy 2 Diego 1 Sombras 1

                                   

                                  Sheri: Superstar Davy Boy has fulfilled the Bleed Condition! He has one condition remaining!

                                   

                                  Valerie: That's great, but it means nothing if he doesn't get out of the damn light fixtures... Dante goes down to Superstar and gets something... oh I think... he's nabbing the spiked Knucks, and taking some electrical tape with him! What's he got planned?? 

                                   

                                  Marcus: Taping up the knee might be a clue to this.

                                   

                                  Ash: Well, Diego has him spotted. Diego rams Sombras through the barricade... turns back and finger guns! I think we know what this means! 

                                   

                                  Crowd: BANG! 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Dante and Diego charging each other!

                                   

                                  Two brothers set for a collision at full speed

                                   

                                  It's like watching two trains refusing to change track

                                   

                                  THEY BOTH LIFT UP THE KNEE!

                                   

                                  IT'S A DIRT NAP/BIG BANG REMIX!

                                   

                                  The crowd goes silent for a moment then pop insanely.

                                   

                                  Marcus: This could be better for Diego than Dante given that Dante just fulfilled K...Oh Wait! Dante pulls the knee back and the knucks out, he made Diego bleed!!! Did he... I think he just pulled it off!!!!

                                   

                                  The crowd is ON. THEIR. FEET. 

                                   

                                  Dante Rivera makes Diego bleed! Dante 3 Davy 2 Diego 1 Sombras 1

                                   

                                  DANTE RIVERA WINS!

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: Here is your WINNER...

                                   

                                  AND NEEEEEEW LEGACY CHAMPION....

                                   

                                  DAAAAAAAANTE RIVERRRRRRRRRRRA!!!

                                   

                                  The crowd sings "Dante! Dante Rivera! Dante! Dante Rivera!" Dante despite himself is overcome with emotion as he is handed the Legacy Championship. X-TREME SOCIETY run out to celebrate with him.

                                   

                                   

                                  Ash: The Man... the man who SM before suddenly being "buddy-buddy" with declared "Not a Singles Champion", the man who went through hell and back just a previous match only to lose the tag titles, the man who risked life and limb to become the 2026 W2 Champion, the man who's been jumped by his previous federation and mocked by his brother... in this moment... he is just... The Man. 

                                   

                                  Marcus: It's a beautiful moment, and it's liable to be spoiled by the next person who thinks himself The Man. 

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: The following contest is a Hell in the Cell Match scheduled for One Fall-

                                   

                                  Crowd: ONE FALL!

                                   

                                  Sheri: And it is for the Infernal Crown Championship!

                                   

                                   

                                  Visual on screen of Folklore creatures of the Caribbean,ending slowly with Lagahoo / Douen/ Papa Bois and finally The Midnight Robber. At this point Elijah enters with book in hand shouting " It's time to tell a story!"

                                   

                                   

                                  Sheri: FIRST! THE Contender... from Trinidad and Tobago, weighing in at 248 pounds.... The Cryptic One.... ELIJAH!!!

                                   

                                  The crowd pops loud. 

                                   

                                  Ash: The man has his eyes set squarely on the task in front of him. Today's story is one of Revenge. 

                                   

                                  Elijah storms down the ramp, giving some cursory glances to the fans but in his element. 

                                   

                                  Valerie: Good luck getting it, the man is one who doesn't go down for anyone except Eros. 

                                   

                                  The arena falls into complete darkness. Not a single light remains besides the faint static crackling across the tron. The crowd noise swells into a sea of boos before the screen slowly bleeds to life.

                                   

                                  “R A D I O S I L E N C E.”

                                   

                                  The words drip downward like fresh paint mixed with blood and static interference. Each letter pulses in different colors across the tron — neon green, neon orange, silver, gold, blood red — but always centered in the middle is the violent purple glow surrounding Balor Wolfe’s name. The purple sits directly between Alastor’s deep blood red on the right and Eros’ gold on the left like the center of gravity for the entire group.

                                   

                                  The opening guitar riff of “The Power” by Three Days Grace tears through the arena.

                                   

                                   

                                  A single spotlight slams on at the far left of the stage.

                                   

                                  Johnny.

                                  Neon green jackal mask staring toward the ring, shoulders bouncing with restless energy.

                                   

                                  Another drum beat.

                                  Far right.

                                   

                                  V.

                                  Neon orange inverted jackal mask tilted downward as he already mouths abuse at the crowd before a single lyric has even started.

                                   

                                  Another beat.

                                  Left side.

                                   

                                  Zagreus.

                                  Silver owl mask gleaming under the light, head lowered like a hunter waiting for permission to strike.

                                   

                                  Another beat.

                                   

                                  Right side.

                                   

                                  Eros.

                                  Gold phoenix mask shining warm against the darkness, posture calm and regal.

                                   

                                  Another beat.

                                  Middle left.

                                   

                                  Alastor.

                                  No mask. Cane in hand. Head lowered just enough for the grin to slowly appear beneath the shadows.

                                   

                                  Final beat.

                                  Middle right.

                                  Balor Wolfe.

                                   

                                   

                                  Purple, black, and white wolf mask staring dead ahead with the Infernal Crown Championship resting over his left shoulder. The second he appears, the arena erupts into overwhelming boos.

                                   

                                  Sheri: AND! Your INFEEEEEEERNAL CROWN CHAMPION.... The centerpiece of Radio Silence.... The Champion of the Gods.... BALOR WOLFE!!

                                   

                                  “Today, I lost my peace of mind…”

                                   

                                  The group starts removing masks in sequence. Johnny first. V after him. Their faces revealed as they slowly begin walking forward through the hatred pouring from the stands.

                                   

                                  “Inside a poison paradise…”

                                   

                                  Zagreus removes his silver owl mask.

                                   

                                  Eros removes the phoenix mask with slow elegance, eyes never leaving Balor.

                                   

                                  “But time is ticking down like a time bomb…”

                                   

                                  Eros reaches over and removes Balor’s wolf mask himself. The boos intensify even more at the reveal. Balor barely reacts, staring toward the ring like the crowd doesn’t even exist.

                                   

                                  “Hands are shaking, but I’m not breaking…”

                                   

                                  The camera closes in on Johnny first as he mouths the lyrics directly into the lens like a threat while fans scream abuse from ringside.

                                   

                                  It pans right.

                                   

                                  Zagreus bouncing lightly on his feet.

                                   

                                  Eros calm and composed beside Balor.

                                   

                                  Then Alastor.

                                   

                                  He slowly lifts his head toward the camera with that signature impossible grin before tilting his head sharply to the side.

                                   

                                  The crowd absolutely loses it with boos.

                                   

                                  “Another moment, another hour…”

                                   

                                  The camera reaches V at the far side. He’s screaming back at fans in the front row, laughing while security tries to calm people down near the barricade.

                                   

                                  “I’m taking back the power…”

                                   

                                  Wide shot.

                                  The entire faction together.

                                  Balor rips the championship off his shoulder and thrusts it high into the air.

                                  Every arena light explodes on simultaneously like he commanded them himself. Purple, red, gold, silver, neon green, and orange pyro detonates across the stage in layered bursts while the crowd drowns the music in hatred.

                                   

                                  “I’ve been dying for you…”

                                   

                                  Balor looks sideways toward Alastor.

                                  Alastor gives a slow approving nod while spinning his cane once in his hand.

                                   

                                  Balor places the title back over his shoulder and begins walking down the ramp.

                                   

                                  Everyone follows.

                                  Eros is the only one walking perfectly in lockstep beside Balor.

                                  Alastor trails half a step behind them like a devilish shadow.

                                  Johnny, V, and Zagreus follow one pace behind Alastor.

                                   

                                  “I just can’t love you anymore…”

                                   

                                  Tight close-up on Balor’s eyes. Focused. Dangerous. Unblinking. Fans at ringside are leaning over the barricade screaming at him while he ignores every single one of them.

                                   

                                  “I’m taking back the power…”

                                   

                                  The camera catches Zagreus leaning toward Alastor and whispering something into his ear. Alastor chuckles quietly while twirling the cane between his fingers.

                                   

                                  “You’re the only one who I keep crawling back to…”

                                   

                                  V is completely absorbed in antagonizing the audience, shouting insults and slapping his chest while the boos get louder with every step.

                                   

                                  “I just can’t love you…”

                                   

                                  Johnny again sings directly into the camera with pure venom in his voice.

                                   

                                  “Now it’s over…”

                                   

                                  Eros casually runs his fingers through Balor’s platinum hair as they walk. Balor doesn’t react, staying locked onto the ring.

                                  At the end of the ramp the group stops.

                                  The camera drops low, shooting upward at all six members standing above it like untouchable tyrants.

                                  Balor slowly removes the title from his shoulder again, letting it hang from his right hand.

                                  Another wave of pyro erupts behind them.

                                  The crowd is raining nonstop boos.

                                   

                                  “Today, I found my peace of mind…”

                                   

                                  Balor glances left and right.

                                   

                                  The Edge Runners immediately take the signal and sprint toward the ring.

                                  V leaps onto the ropes facing the hard camera, screaming at the crowd to get louder while flipping off someone in the front row.

                                  Johnny slides beneath the bottom rope and keeps mouthing the lyrics straight into the camera lens.

                                   

                                  “It’s like you hid the devastation here for me to find…”

                                   

                                  Zagreus charges next, springboarding over the top rope into the corner where he throws his arms wide beneath silver flashing lights.

                                   

                                  “For the last time…”

                                   

                                  Alastor reaches the ring and calmly pulls the ropes open with one hand like a host welcoming guests into hell.

                                   

                                  “I’ve been dying for you…”

                                   

                                  Eros and Balor stop just before entering.

                                  They press their foreheads together for a brief tender moment in complete contrast to the chaos around them.

                                  Eros places both hands against Balor’s face.

                                  The crowd reaction somehow gets even louder.

                                   

                                  “I just can’t love you anymore…”

                                   

                                  Eros steps into the ring first.

                                  Balor follows.

                                  Alastor enters behind him.

                                   

                                  “I’m taking back the power…”

                                   

                                  Balor climbs the turnbuckles and raises the championship high again while Eros and Alastor stand in the center of the ring beneath him, intentionally leaving a space open.

                                   

                                  Zagreus joins them.

                                   

                                  Then Johnny and V slide into formation beside the others.

                                   

                                  “Now it’s over…”

                                   

                                  Balor finally steps down into the center.

                                  The group closes ranks.

                                  Balor thrusts the Infernal Crown Championship into the air one last time.

                                   

                                  Pyro detonates above the ring in every faction color while the crowd buries the arena in boos.

                                  Then the arena lights cut out instantly.

                                  Only the original spotlights remain.

                                   

                                  Green. Orange. Silver. Gold. Red. Purple.

                                   

                                  All centered on Radio Silence standing together in the ring as the song fades with one final line.

                                   

                                  “Taking back… the power.”

                                   

                                  The lights return.

                                   

                                  The arena lights dim as the enormous steel structure hangs above the ring.

                                   

                                  Inside, Balor Wolfe stands in one corner with the INFERNAL CROWN Championship strapped around his waist, his eyes fixed across the ring. There is none of his usual pacing. None of the restless energy. He simply watches.

                                   

                                  Across from him stands Elijah.

                                   

                                  And for perhaps the first time since this rivalry began, Elijah looks completely at peace.

                                   

                                  The challenger stands with his arms loose at his sides, staring directly back at Wolfe as the opening notes of steel grinding against steel echo throughout the arena.

                                   

                                  Slowly, the Hell in a Cell begins to descend.

                                   

                                  Outside the structure, Alastor and Eros take their places beside the commentary desk. Neither makes any attempt to approach the door. Eros settles into his chair while Alastor sits beside him, wearing that familiar unmoving smile as the Cell continues lowering around the two wrestlers.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “There it is. Once that Cell reaches the floor, there is nowhere left to go. Balor Wolfe defends the Infernal Crown Championship against the man he took that championship from—Elijah.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “And look at Elijah, Ash. Look at him. This is not the Elijah we saw when Wolfe beat him for that title. That night Elijah was emotional. He was aggressive. At times he looked desperate. Tonight? He looks calm.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Or terrified.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That man does not look terrified.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Everybody looks calm before the door locks.”

                                   

                                  The Cell reaches the floor with a heavy metallic THUD.

                                   

                                  Crew members immediately secure the outside door.

                                   

                                  Wolfe removes the Infernal Crown Championship from around his waist and looks down at it for several seconds.

                                  Then across at Elijah.

                                  Elijah never takes his eyes off him.

                                  Wolfe hands the championship to the referee.

                                   

                                   

                                  The referee raises it above his head.

                                   

                                  Sheri Orleans: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a HELL IN A CELL MATCH and it is for the INFERNAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!”

                                   

                                  The crowd erupts.

                                  Sheri exits through the Cell door before it is locked behind her.

                                   

                                  The referee passes the championship through the ropes to an official outside the Cell, checks both competitors one final time—

                                   

                                  DING! DING! DING!

                                   

                                  Neither man charges.

                                   

                                  Instead, Wolfe slowly steps out of his corner.

                                  Elijah does the same.

                                   

                                  They approach the center of the ring before beginning to circle one another.

                                  One revolution.

                                  Two.

                                  Neither looks away.

                                  Wolfe shifts his weight forward.

                                  Elijah mirrors him.

                                   

                                  They lock up—

                                  Collar-and-elbow tie-up!

                                  Both men immediately dig their feet into the canvas.

                                  Wolfe twists his hips and muscles Elijah around—

                                  Hammerlock by Wolfe!

                                   

                                  Elijah grimaces as Wolfe cranks the arm higher behind his back.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Early advantage to the champion. Wolfe using that strength immediately.”

                                   

                                  Elijah backs toward the ropes, forcing Wolfe to follow.

                                   

                                  His back touches them.

                                   

                                  Elijah suddenly drives backward and uses the ropes to send Wolfe across the ring!

                                   

                                  Wolfe rebounds—

                                  Elijah drops flat!

                                  Wolfe steps over him and hits the opposite ropes.

                                  Elijah springs back up—

                                  Leapfrog!

                                  Wolfe ducks underneath and rebounds again—

                                  Elijah catches the arm—

                                  HIP TOSS—

                                  NO!

                                  Wolfe twists through the momentum and lands cleanly on his feet!

                                   

                                  The crowd reacts as Wolfe turns immediately toward Elijah.

                                   

                                  Elijah turns at almost the exact same moment.

                                  For a second, they simply stare at each other.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That tells you everything. Elijah tried to speed the champion up, Wolfe had an answer, and neither man gave away a thing.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe gives him the smallest nod.

                                  They circle again.

                                  Another collar-and-elbow tie-up!

                                   

                                  This time Elijah steps around first—

                                  Hammerlock!

                                   

                                  Wolfe's expression tightens as Elijah controls the wrist and pushes it upward behind his back.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah answers with the exact same hold.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe walks backward toward the ropes.

                                   

                                  One step.

                                  Two.

                                  Elijah stays attached.

                                  Wolfe hits the ropes and suddenly throws himself forward, looking to bounce Elijah away exactly as Elijah had done moments earlier.

                                   

                                  Elijah releases.

                                   

                                  Wolfe hits the opposite ropes—

                                  But this time Wolfe does not drop down.

                                  Elijah runs directly into him—

                                  SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM!

                                   

                                  Wolfe turns Elijah over almost instantly.

                                  Cover!

                                   

                                  But before the referee can even drop fully to the mat—

                                  Elijah kicks out.

                                  The referee barely gets a hand toward the canvas.

                                   

                                  Wolfe stays seated beside him.

                                  A little snarky grin spreads across the champion's face.

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “See that? Wolfe isn't trying to win yet.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He’s testing him.”

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Exactly. That cover wasn't about three. Wolfe wanted to see how Elijah reacted.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe drops to one knee beside Elijah.

                                   

                                  He leans slightly toward him, the grin still there.

                                   

                                  Waiting.

                                  Inviting a reaction.

                                   

                                  Elijah looks at him—

                                  Then simply rolls away.

                                  He uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet.

                                   

                                  No anger.

                                  No shouting.

                                  No charge.

                                  Nothing.

                                   

                                  Wolfe's grin fades just a fraction.

                                  The crowd cheers loudly for the challenger.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “There. That's what I was talking about. The last time these two fought, Wolfe could get inside Elijah's head. He could frustrate him. He could make him rush.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Give it time.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Maybe. But it didn't work there.”

                                   

                                  Elijah steps away from the ropes.

                                   

                                  Wolfe stands.

                                  The noise builds as both men walk toward the center of the ring again.

                                   

                                  They stop almost chest-to-chest.

                                   

                                  Wolfe says something.

                                  Elijah replies.

                                  The microphones cannot pick up either man.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “I don't know what was said there.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Probably something deeply respectful and sportsmanlike.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Coming from Wolfe?”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Exactly. Terrifying.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe suddenly drives a forearm into Elijah's jaw!

                                  Elijah answers with one of his own!

                                  Wolfe!

                                  Elijah!

                                   

                                  Wolfe with a short elbow!

                                  Elijah fires back with a heavy forearm!

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “And now they're throwing!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe lands a Rolling Forearm Smash!

                                   

                                  Elijah stumbles—

                                  Wolfe follows with an Overhead Chop!

                                   

                                  SMACK!

                                   

                                  Elijah's chest flashes red.

                                   

                                  Wolfe swings again—

                                  Elijah ducks!

                                  High Knee!

                                  The knee catches Wolfe underneath the ribs!

                                   

                                  Elijah grabs him by the wrist—

                                  Pulls him back—

                                  Short clothesline!

                                   

                                  Wolfe stumbles but stays upright!

                                   

                                  Elijah hits him again!

                                   

                                  Wolfe backs toward the ropes—

                                  Elijah charges—

                                  CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP!

                                   

                                  Wolfe flips over—

                                  But lands on his feet on the floor!

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe landed on his feet!”

                                   

                                  Elijah looks over the ropes.

                                   

                                  Wolfe immediately grabs both of Elijah's ankles and yanks!

                                  Elijah drops hard onto his back!

                                   

                                  Wolfe drags him underneath the bottom rope and down to the floor.

                                  Elijah lands beside him—

                                  Wolfe grabs the back of his head—

                                  AND THROWS ELIJAH FACE-FIRST INTO THE CELL WALL!

                                  CRASH!

                                  The steel rattles violently.

                                   

                                  The crowd instantly rains boos down upon the champion.

                                  Elijah collapses to one knee against the fencing.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “And there it is! The first meeting with the Cell belongs to Elijah!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe stands over him, breathing heavily.

                                   

                                  No hesitation.

                                  No surprise at the sound of flesh meeting steel.

                                   

                                  He looks completely comfortable.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “And this is where Balor Wolfe becomes dangerous. People forget this—Wolfe won the first major championship of his career inside Hell in a Cell against Sarah Sharp.”

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “He did. Wolfe knows exactly what this structure allows you to do.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “More importantly, he doesn't seem bothered by what you have to do to another human being to win inside one.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “That's why he's champion.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe grabs Elijah by the dreadlocks and pulls him back upright.

                                   

                                  Elijah throws a body shot!

                                  Another!

                                  Wolfe absorbs the second and drives a Pointed Elbow into the spine!

                                  Elijah folds forward.

                                   

                                  Wolfe catches him around the waist—

                                  Shoves him toward the ring apron—

                                  Elijah braces himself!

                                   

                                  Wolfe tries again—

                                  Elijah blocks it and drives an elbow backward into Wolfe's face!

                                   

                                  Wolfe staggers.

                                   

                                  Elijah turns—

                                  Forearm!

                                   

                                  Wolfe answers with a knee to the stomach!

                                  He grabs Elijah by the back of the head again.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “No, no—”

                                   

                                  Wolfe takes two quick steps—

                                  AND LAUNCHES ELIJAH FACE-FIRST INTO THE CELL A SECOND TIME!

                                  CRAAAASH!

                                   

                                  Elijah bounces off the steel and collapses onto his side between the ring and the Cell wall.

                                   

                                  The boos become deafening.

                                   

                                  Wolfe stands over him.

                                  He slowly looks toward the audience.

                                  Then toward Alastor and Eros on the other side of the steel.

                                  Eros watches silently.

                                  Alastor's smile has not changed.

                                   

                                  Wolfe turns his attention back toward Elijah and crouches beside him.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “We are barely into this match and Balor Wolfe has already introduced Elijah to that steel twice.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “And that's exactly what Elijah has to avoid. He came into this calmer, more controlled—but none of that matters if Wolfe turns this into the kind of fight he wants.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “You say that like Elijah had a choice.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe grabs Elijah by the jaw and pulls his head away from the floor.

                                  The crowd boos even louder.

                                  Wolfe just smirks.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “The Infernal Crown is on the line, the Cell is locked, and Balor Wolfe has just drawn first blood in the battle for control.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe hauls Elijah back toward his feet—

                                  as the wall of boos continues around him.

                                   

                                  Balor Wolfe reaches down for Elijah—

                                  But Elijah explodes upward and wraps both arms around Wolfe's waist!

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah caught him!”

                                   

                                  Elijah drives forward—

                                  CRASH!

                                  Wolfe's back slams into the Cell wall!

                                   

                                  The champion grimaces, but Elijah doesn't release him.

                                   

                                  He takes two steps backward—

                                  Then drives again!

                                  CRASH!

                                   

                                  Wolfe's spine hits the steel a second time.

                                  This one folds him.

                                  Wolfe slides down the fencing until he is sitting on the floor, one hand immediately reaching around to his lower back.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That's the response Elijah needed! Wolfe wanted to make the Cell his weapon, and Elijah just gave him a taste of it!”

                                   

                                  But Elijah isn't even looking at Wolfe anymore.

                                  He has already turned toward the ring.

                                  Elijah drops to a knee and lifts the ring skirt.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “And now Elijah is looking underneath the ring.”

                                   

                                  He reaches underneath.

                                  Moves something aside.

                                  Keeps searching.

                                   

                                  Then both hands emerge gripping—

                                  A full metal toolbox.

                                  The crowd erupts.

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Oh, come on.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “You cannot possibly complain about weapons after what Wolfe has already done.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “I'm not complaining. I'm worried about the tools.”

                                   

                                  Elijah pulls the toolbox free and stands.

                                   

                                  Behind him, Wolfe has begun dragging himself up using the Cell wall.

                                  One hand on the fencing.

                                  Then the other.

                                  Wolfe reaches his feet and turns—

                                  Elijah spins around and hurls the entire toolbox directly at his head!

                                   

                                  Wolfe sees it at the final instant—

                                  DUCKS!

                                  CLANG!

                                  The toolbox smashes into the Cell behind him and drops open against the floor, sending several tools scattering across the narrow space between the ring and steel.

                                   

                                  Wolfe freezes.

                                  Then slowly looks at the toolbox.

                                  Then at Elijah.

                                  The smirk is gone.

                                  Completely.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “That would have taken Wolfe's head off!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “And look at him now. No grin. No games.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Good. Maybe now he'll stop treating Elijah like entertainment.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe immediately rolls underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring.

                                  Elijah follows.

                                   

                                  Wolfe gets to his feet first.

                                   

                                  Elijah slides inside and pushes himself upright—

                                  LOW KICK!

                                  Wolfe drives his boot directly between Elijah's legs!

                                   

                                  The crowd erupts into furious boos.

                                  Elijah's entire body locks.

                                  His mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

                                  Then he crumples to his knees.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “OH, COME ON!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Hell in a Cell.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That doesn't make it any less disgusting!”

                                   

                                  Elijah tips forward onto the canvas, clutching himself.

                                   

                                  Wolfe watches him fall.

                                  No smile.

                                  No taunt.

                                  He simply steps over Elijah and rolls back outside.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe bought himself time with the lowest possible shortcut.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe drops to the floor and reaches beneath the ring.

                                   

                                  A moment later, he begins pulling something out.

                                   

                                  Metal scraping over the floor.

                                  More.

                                  And more.

                                  Until Wolfe is standing with approximately five metres of steel chain hanging from his hands.

                                   

                                  A murmur moves through the crowd.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “I don't like where this is going.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe feeds part of the chain through his hands.

                                  Then begins wrapping it around his right fist.

                                  Once.

                                  Twice.

                                  The remainder hangs down toward the floor.

                                   

                                  Wolfe slides underneath the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  Inside the ring, Elijah has managed to get onto all fours.

                                   

                                  His breathing is heavy.

                                   

                                  Wolfe walks up behind him.

                                  Raises the chain high—

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  The steel comes down across Elijah's back like a whip!

                                  Elijah cries out and collapses flat onto his stomach.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “CHAIN ACROSS THE BACK!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That is bare steel against flesh!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe looks down at him.

                                  Raises it again—

                                  CRACK!

                                  Another vicious strike across Elijah's back!

                                   

                                  Elijah curls toward his side, one arm immediately reaching behind him.

                                   

                                  Wolfe finally stops.

                                  Then turns toward the crowd.

                                   

                                  He slowly raises both arms out wide.

                                  The boos pour down from every level of the arena.

                                  Wolfe closes his eyes for a moment.

                                   

                                  Just listening.

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “He loves this.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He feeds off it.”

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “And this could become an important night for Radio Silence. Earlier tonight, The Edge Runners failed in their attempt to take the Tag Team Championships from the MAWLiwood Blondes.”

                                   

                                  The camera cuts briefly beyond the Cell.

                                   

                                  Alastor remains seated near commentary, legs crossed, that same smile stretched across his face.

                                  Beside him, Eros watches the ring intently.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Later tonight, Zagreus challenges Wildfire for the Ether Championship.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “So if Wolfe can retain the Infernal Crown here, this could be the point where Radio Silence starts turning the night back in their favour.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Exactly. The Edge Runners stumbled. Wolfe restores order. Zagreus takes the Ether Championship later. Suddenly nobody remembers how the night started.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That's assuming Elijah lets that happen.”

                                   

                                  Inside the Cell, Elijah starts moving.

                                   

                                  Slowly.

                                  One hand presses against the canvas.

                                  Then a knee underneath him.

                                   

                                  Wolfe notices.

                                   

                                  The champion looks down at the chain still hanging from his wrapped fist.

                                  Then at Elijah.

                                  A cruel idea clearly forms.

                                   

                                  Wolfe walks behind him.

                                  Elijah reaches one knee—

                                  Wolfe loops the loose length of chain around Elijah's neck!

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “No! Wolfe has the chain around his throat!”

                                   

                                  Elijah immediately grabs at it.

                                  Wolfe pulls backward.

                                   

                                  The chain tightens.

                                   

                                  Elijah's eyes widen.

                                  Wolfe backs toward the ropes, dragging the challenger with him.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Get that off his neck!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe reaches the ropes.

                                  He steps through them.

                                  Carefully keeping the chain running over the top rope.

                                   

                                  Then Wolfe drops from the apron to the floor.

                                  The chain snaps tight.

                                  Elijah is violently pulled throat-first across the top rope!

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “WOLFE IS HANGING HIM!”

                                   

                                  The referee rushes toward the ropes immediately.

                                  He grabs at the chain.

                                  Wolfe jerks it tighter.

                                   

                                  The referee shouts at him to release it.

                                  Wolfe ignores him.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “The referee can't disqualify him! That's the nightmare here!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Then perhaps the referee should stop wasting his breath.”

                                   

                                  Elijah's hands claw at the chain.

                                  His boots kick against the canvas.

                                   

                                  Wolfe plants his feet on the floor and leans backward, using his full body weight to pull.

                                  The top rope digs into Elijah's throat beneath the steel.

                                   

                                  Ten seconds.

                                   

                                  Elijah tries to wedge his fingers underneath the chain.

                                   

                                  Fifteen.

                                   

                                  The crowd begins clapping rhythmically.

                                   

                                  Twenty.

                                   

                                  Elijah manages to plant one boot underneath himself.

                                  Wolfe pulls harder.

                                   

                                  Twenty-five.

                                   

                                  Elijah grabs the top rope with both hands.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah is trying to pull himself up!”

                                   

                                  Thirty seconds.

                                   

                                  With one desperate burst of strength, Elijah kicks off the mat and pulls himself over the top rope!

                                  The sudden movement sends him spilling down to the floor outside.

                                   

                                  Wolfe loses the leverage and stumbles forward.

                                  The chain slackens around Elijah's neck.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He got out! Somehow Elijah got himself out!”

                                   

                                  Elijah lands hard on his side.

                                   

                                  He immediately rolls onto his stomach, coughing violently.

                                  The chain slips away from his neck.

                                   

                                  Wolfe gathers it again.

                                  Elijah pushes himself up against the apron.

                                   

                                  One knee.

                                  Then both feet.

                                  He staggers upright.

                                   

                                  Turns—

                                  Wolfe swings!

                                   

                                  The chain is stretched between his wrapped fist and his other hand—

                                  CHAIN-ASSISTED CLOTHESLINE!

                                   

                                  The steel smashes across Elijah's upper chest and throat!

                                  Elijah flips backward and crashes onto the floor.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “GOOD LORD! Elijah walked straight into that chain!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe stands over him for several seconds.

                                  Then begins unwrapping the chain from his fist.

                                   

                                  Once.

                                  Twice.

                                   

                                  He lets it drop to the floor beside Elijah.

                                   

                                  Wolfe walks toward the steel steps.

                                  Steps onto the bottom section.

                                  Then the top.

                                   

                                  He stands there above the challenger with both arms slowly spreading again.

                                  Another wall of boos rains down.

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “There is your champion.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “There is an egomaniac standing on some steps while his challenger is still moving behind him.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe doesn't hear that.

                                  Or doesn't care.

                                   

                                  Because behind him—

                                  Elijah's hand moves.

                                   

                                  It reaches across the floor.

                                  Past the scattered tools.

                                  And closes around the handle of the toolbox.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wait a minute.”

                                   

                                  Elijah drags it toward himself.

                                  Wolfe is still facing the crowd.

                                   

                                  Elijah slowly gets a knee underneath him.

                                   

                                  The toolbox hangs from his hand.

                                   

                                  Wolfe finally lowers his arms.

                                  He turns—

                                  CRASH!

                                  ELIJAH HURLS THE TOOLBOX DIRECTLY INTO BALOR WOLFE'S FACE!

                                   

                                  Wolfe's head snaps backward!

                                   

                                  His feet leave the steel steps!

                                   

                                  He tumbles over the side and crashes onto the floor behind them!

                                   

                                  The toolbox drops beside him with a deafening metallic clang.

                                  The crowd explodes.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “THE TOOLBOX CONNECTS!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “HE GOT HIM THIS TIME!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “Wolfe wanted to stand there and admire himself. That is what it cost him!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe lies sprawled behind the steps, one arm draped across his face.

                                   

                                  Elijah remains on one knee several feet away, breathing heavily, the marks from the chain already visible around his neck.

                                   

                                  But for the first time since the fight spilled outside—

                                  Balor Wolfe isn't standing over him.

                                   

                                  Elijah is staring at the champion.

                                  And the Cell is suddenly starting to feel very different.

                                  Elijah is the first man to move.

                                   

                                  He rolls onto one knee, one hand gripping the edge of the ring apron as he coughs hard from the punishment to his throat.

                                   

                                  Another cough.

                                  Another breath.

                                  Then Elijah drags himself back to his feet.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah is up first, but listen to him. That chain did serious damage.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He’s struggling to breathe, but he’s still standing.”

                                   

                                  Several feet away, Balor Wolfe begins to stir.

                                  Wolfe reaches for the steel steps and pulls himself upright against them.

                                  And immediately, the crowd reacts.

                                   

                                  Blood is running down the champion’s face from where the toolbox struck him.

                                  Wolfe wipes at it.

                                  Looks at the blood across his fingers.

                                  More continues to run.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe has been opened up!”

                                   

                                  Elijah sees it.

                                  And whatever patience he had disappears.

                                   

                                  He charges.

                                   

                                  Wolfe barely gets himself seated on the steps before Elijah is on top of him—

                                  RIGHT HAND!

                                  Another!

                                  Another!

                                  Elijah rains punches down directly onto the cut.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Elijah smells blood!”

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Shot after shot right into the wound!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe tries covering his face.

                                   

                                  Elijah grabs his head and lands another punch.

                                  Then another.

                                  Blood begins staining Elijah’s knuckles.

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “This is the calm Elijah?”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Calm doesn’t mean passive!”

                                   

                                  Elijah winds up again—

                                  Wolfe plants both hands against his chest and SHOVES HIM AWAY!

                                  Elijah stumbles backward.

                                   

                                  Wolfe immediately drops from the steps and dives underneath the ring.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe disappearing underneath the ring!”

                                   

                                  Elijah catches himself against the Cell wall.

                                  Then steps forward—

                                  His shin clips the displaced steel steps!

                                   

                                  Elijah stumbles over them and nearly falls before catching himself against the apron.

                                  By the time he recovers, Wolfe is still underneath the ring.

                                   

                                  Elijah drops down.

                                  Reaches underneath.

                                  Grabs Wolfe by the ankle.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Elijah’s not letting him hide!”

                                   

                                  He pulls.

                                  Wolfe slides partially out.

                                   

                                  Elijah grabs him by the waistband and hauls him the rest of the way.

                                  But Wolfe keeps one arm tucked close to his body.

                                  Hidden.

                                  Elijah doesn't see it.

                                   

                                  He pulls Wolfe upright.

                                  Spins him around—

                                  CRACK!

                                  A SLEDGEHAMMER SMASHES INTO ELIJAH!

                                  The head of the hammer catches him high across the mouth and jaw.

                                   

                                  Elijah drops instantly.

                                  The crowd gasps.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “SLEDGEHAMMER! WOLFE HAD A SLEDGEHAMMER!”

                                   

                                  Elijah hits the floor and immediately brings both hands toward his mouth.

                                   

                                  Blood begins appearing between his fingers almost at once.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Oh, that's bad.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe doesn't follow up.

                                  Not immediately.

                                  He falls backward and sits heavily on the steel steps.

                                  The sledgehammer rests across his lap.

                                   

                                  Wolfe breathes deeply, blood still running down his own face.

                                  Then slowly lifts the weapon until it is directly in front of him.

                                   

                                  He stares at it.

                                  Almost admiring it.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “That weapon has history with Balor Wolfe.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Too much history.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “People see a sledgehammer underneath the ring and think it's just another weapon. Not with Wolfe.”

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “We have seen Wolfe use that thing to change matches, shorten careers, and leave opponents needing help out of arenas. When Balor Wolfe gets that hammer in his hands, there's usually damage left behind.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe lowers it.

                                  Then looks toward Elijah.

                                  The challenger is still moving.

                                   

                                  Wolfe stands.

                                  He grabs Elijah by the vest and hair and hauls him upward.

                                   

                                  Elijah struggles to keep his legs underneath him.

                                  Wolfe throws him underneath the bottom rope.

                                  Elijah rolls into the middle of the ring.

                                   

                                  Wolfe follows.

                                  Sledgehammer in hand.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe may be looking to end this right now.”

                                   

                                  The referee immediately backs away as Wolfe enters.

                                   

                                  Elijah slowly gets onto his knees.

                                   

                                  Wolfe raises the hammer.

                                  Elijah sees him coming.

                                   

                                  Wolfe swings—

                                  ELIJAH DIVES ASIDE!

                                  CRACK!

                                  THE SLEDGEHAMMER CATCHES THE REFEREE!

                                   

                                  The official goes down immediately.

                                  Wolfe freezes.

                                  The entire arena erupts.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “THE REFEREE! WOLFE HIT THE REFEREE!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He was aiming for Elijah!”

                                   

                                  The sledgehammer drops from Wolfe's hands.

                                   

                                  For perhaps the first time all match, Wolfe looks genuinely stunned.

                                   

                                  He turns toward the fallen referee.

                                  Then back—

                                  Elijah is already there.

                                  Wolfe spins around—

                                  DUPPY RISE!

                                  Elijah plants the champion!

                                   

                                  The crowd explodes!

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “DUPPY RISE! DUPPY RISE!”

                                   

                                  Elijah immediately hooks the leg!

                                   

                                  But nobody is there.

                                   

                                  The referee lies motionless several feet away.

                                  The crowd begins counting anyway.

                                  ONE!

                                  TWO!

                                  THREE!

                                  FOUR!

                                  FIVE!

                                   

                                  Elijah keeps Wolfe covered.

                                  SIX!

                                  SEVEN!

                                  EIGHT!

                                  NINE!

                                  TEN!

                                   

                                  Elijah finally looks up.

                                  His expression changes.

                                  There is still no referee.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Elijah had this match won!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “No referee means no victory.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “There were ten thousand people counting!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “None of them are licensed officials.”

                                   

                                  Elijah releases Wolfe and crawls toward the referee.

                                  He grabs the official by the shoulder.

                                   

                                  Shakes him.

                                  Nothing.

                                   

                                  Elijah shakes him again.

                                  Still nothing.

                                   

                                  Then Elijah notices the blood.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “The referee has been badly hurt.”

                                   

                                  Officials outside the Cell begin shouting.

                                   

                                  EMTs sprint down the entrance aisle with a stretcher.

                                  The Cell door is unlocked.

                                   

                                  The medical team rushes inside and slides into the ring.

                                   

                                  Elijah backs away as they immediately begin checking the referee.

                                   

                                  One EMT supports the official's head while another brings in a spinal board.

                                  They carefully begin positioning him.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “At this point, forget the match for a second. They have to get that referee out safely.”

                                   

                                  The crowd's concern suddenly changes.

                                   

                                  Boos begin spreading through the arena.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wait—what is happening?”

                                   

                                  Two figures sprint through the still-open Cell door.

                                  JOHNNY AND V!

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “NO! NO! THE EDGE RUNNERS!”

                                   

                                  Elijah turns—

                                  Too late.

                                   

                                  Johnny tackles him around the waist!

                                  V crashes into him from the side!

                                  Both men bring Elijah down.

                                  They immediately mount him and begin hammering punches into the challenger.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Johnny and V are all over Elijah!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “This is exactly why that Cell door was supposed to stay locked!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “It was opened for the medical team. Radio Silence just took advantage.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “You say that like it makes it better!”

                                   

                                  The EMTs desperately continue working around the fallen referee while Johnny and V drag Elijah toward the center of the ring.

                                   

                                  At the ropes, Wolfe has managed to pull himself upright.

                                  He lies across the bottom rope, blood still covering one side of his face.

                                  And watches.

                                   

                                  Johnny clubs Elijah across the back.

                                  V drives a knee into his ribs.

                                   

                                  They pull him upright—

                                  Position him—

                                  GET FLATLINED!

                                   

                                  Elijah crashes into the canvas.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “GET FLATLINED! THE EDGE RUNNERS JUST DESTROYED ELIJAH!”

                                   

                                  Johnny immediately turns toward Wolfe.

                                  V grabs Balor Wolfe by the wrist and drags the champion away from the ropes.

                                  Wolfe can barely stand.

                                   

                                  V pulls him toward Elijah—

                                  And drops him across the challenger.

                                  Johnny turns toward the open Cell door.

                                   

                                  Johnny: “GET A REF! GET A DAMN REF!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “This cannot be how Elijah loses this!”

                                   

                                  An official appears at the top of the aisle.

                                   

                                   

                                  He sprints.

                                  Through the Cell door.

                                   

                                  Slides underneath the bottom rope.

                                  Wolfe is still draped over Elijah.

                                  The referee dives into position.

                                   

                                  ONE!

                                   

                                  The crowd screams.

                                   

                                  TWO!

                                   

                                  Elijah kicks out!

                                   

                                  The arena erupts.

                                  Johnny's hands fly to his head.

                                   

                                  V stares at the referee in disbelief.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ELIJAH KICKS OUT!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “The referee took too long getting here!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “That's not Elijah's toughness. That's logistics.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “You tell yourself that.”

                                   

                                  Johnny begins arguing with the new referee.

                                  V looks down at Elijah.

                                   

                                  Then at Johnny.

                                  They both come to the same conclusion.

                                   

                                  Again.

                                   

                                  V grabs Elijah.

                                   

                                  Johnny grabs the other arm.

                                  They drag him back upright.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “They're going for Get Flatlined again!”

                                   

                                  V releases and turns toward the ropes—

                                  Elijah suddenly drives an elbow backward!

                                   

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  Johnny takes it directly in the mouth!

                                  He staggers away.

                                   

                                  Elijah spins—

                                  His hand drops—

                                  The sledgehammer is still lying on the canvas.

                                   

                                  Elijah grabs it.

                                   

                                  Johnny turns back—

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  THE SLEDGEHAMMER CATCHES JOHNNY ACROSS THE JAW!

                                  Johnny collapses.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “JOHNNY IS DOWN!”

                                   

                                  V comes charging back—

                                  Elijah turns—

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  SLEDGEHAMMER TO V!

                                  V drops beside his partner.

                                  The crowd detonates.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “ELIJAH JUST CLEANED OUT THE EDGE RUNNERS!”

                                   

                                  Elijah throws the sledgehammer aside.

                                   

                                  He turns—

                                  Balor Wolfe is waiting.

                                   

                                  Wolfe surges forward—

                                  DIVINE FALLS!

                                   

                                  Elijah is driven into the canvas!

                                  Wolfe immediately hooks both legs.

                                  The replacement referee dives down.

                                   

                                  ONE!

                                  TWO!

                                   

                                  ELIJAH KICKS OUT!

                                   

                                  Wolfe sits upright.

                                  His eyes go wide.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “TWO! ONLY TWO!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Elijah survived Divine Falls!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “How?”

                                   

                                  Wolfe looks at the referee.

                                   

                                  Then down at Elijah.

                                   

                                  Then back at the referee.

                                   

                                  He doesn't argue.

                                  Doesn't waste a second.

                                  Wolfe rolls underneath the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe isn't going to complain about the count.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe drops to the floor and immediately reaches underneath the ring.

                                  He pulls.

                                  A wooden table begins sliding out.

                                  The crowd buzzes.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Oh, what now?”

                                   

                                  Wolfe drags the table completely free.

                                   

                                  He unfolds one set of legs.

                                  Then the other.

                                  And begins setting it up on the floor between the ring apron and the Cell wall.

                                   

                                  Inside the ring, Elijah remains down.

                                   

                                  Johnny and V are motionless nearby.

                                   

                                  The new referee checks on all three.

                                   

                                  At the other side of the ring, the EMTs finally secure the original referee onto the stretcher.

                                  They carefully lift him.

                                   

                                  Outside the Cell, Alastor and Eros remain seated beside commentary.

                                   

                                  Watching.

                                  Wolfe pushes the table into position.

                                   

                                  Checks that it is stable.

                                   

                                  Then slowly looks back into the ring at Elijah.

                                  Blood continues to run down the champion's face.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “The original referee is finally being taken out of here, but Balor Wolfe has already found his next weapon.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “And after everything Elijah has survived, I don't even want to know what Wolfe has planned for that table.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “You know exactly what he has planned.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe places one hand on the apron.

                                  His eyes never leave Elijah.

                                   

                                  The table waits beside him.

                                  And the Cell door is still open.

                                   

                                  Balor Wolfe rolls back underneath the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  The champion takes a moment on one knee, blood still streaking down his face, then looks toward Elijah.

                                  The challenger is trying to push himself upright.

                                   

                                  Wolfe grabs him by the back of the neck and begins dragging him across the ring.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Wolfe has that table set up outside, and now he’s taking Elijah toward the corner directly above it.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Nothing about this looks good.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe forces Elijah into the corner.

                                   

                                  A forearm across the back.

                                  Then another.

                                   

                                  Wolfe climbs onto the middle rope and pulls Elijah up with him.

                                  Elijah barely has his legs underneath him.

                                   

                                  Wolfe climbs higher.

                                  Both men are now balancing near the top turnbuckle.

                                  The table waits below them on the outside.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Both men are dangerously high here.”

                                   

                                  Wolfe steadies himself.

                                  Then clamps one hand around Elijah’s throat.

                                  The crowd rises.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “No. No, no, no—”

                                   

                                  Wolfe tries to lift—

                                  Elijah punches him in the ribs!

                                   

                                  Again!

                                   

                                  Wolfe keeps the grip.

                                  Elijah throws an elbow!

                                  Another punch!

                                  Another elbow!

                                  Anything he can land.

                                   

                                  Wolfe’s grip starts to loosen.

                                   

                                  Elijah drives a headbutt into him!

                                  Wolfe staggers on the ropes.

                                   

                                  Elijah punches again!

                                  Wolfe finally releases his throat.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah is fighting for his life up there!”

                                   

                                  Elijah plants both hands against Wolfe’s chest—

                                  SHOVES!

                                   

                                  Wolfe falls backward from the top rope—

                                  And crashes hard into the ring!

                                   

                                  The crowd erupts.

                                   

                                  Elijah stays perched on the turnbuckle, exhausted.

                                  He leans forward over the top rope, resting his upper body against it.

                                  Just trying to breathe.

                                   

                                  Then—

                                  STATIC.

                                   

                                  A burst of harsh radio interference tears through the arena speakers.

                                  The crowd reaction changes instantly.

                                   

                                  Not boos.

                                  Not cheers.

                                  A collective sound of shock.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “What—?”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Ash…”

                                   

                                  Elijah slowly raises his head.

                                  His eyes widen.

                                   

                                  Standing on the ropes beside him—

                                  ALASTOR.

                                  The Radio Demon.

                                   

                                  One moment ago, Alastor had been sitting beside the commentary desk outside the Cell.

                                   

                                  Now he is standing on the ropes.

                                   

                                  Inside the structure.

                                  Beside Elijah.

                                  No door opening.

                                  No climb.

                                  No warning.

                                  He is simply there.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ALASTOR?!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “HOW?! HE WAS SITTING RIGHT HERE!”

                                   

                                  The camera immediately cuts toward the commentary area.

                                   

                                  The chair Alastor occupied moments ago is empty.

                                  Eros is still there.

                                   

                                  And even he is staring toward the ring.

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “I—”

                                   

                                  For once, Valerie has nothing.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “He did not enter through that door! He did not climb the Cell! Alastor was sitting beside us seconds ago!”

                                   

                                  Static still crackles faintly throughout the arena.

                                  Elijah turns toward him.

                                  But he is already too late.

                                   

                                  Alastor’s hand shoots forward—

                                  Around Elijah’s throat.

                                   

                                  The smile never moves.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “ELIJAH, LOOK OUT!”

                                   

                                  Alastor stands upright on the ropes.

                                   

                                  Lifts Elijah high—

                                  And throws him outward.

                                  CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!

                                  CRAAAAAASH!

                                   

                                  The table explodes beneath Elijah at ringside.

                                  The entire arena loses its mind.

                                   

                                  Broken wood scatters across the floor.

                                  Elijah lies motionless in the wreckage.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ALASTOR JUST CHOKESLAMMED ELIJAH FROM THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He just appeared in the ring! He just appeared!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “You’re both looking for an explanation that does not exist.”

                                   

                                  Alastor remains perched on the ropes for one moment longer.

                                  Then calmly straightens the front of his suit.

                                  Adjusts one cuff.

                                  And hops down into the ring as though nothing unusual has happened.

                                   

                                  Wolfe is still down from being shoved off the top rope.

                                   

                                  Alastor walks over.

                                  Grabs Wolfe by the arm.

                                   

                                  Pulls him upright.

                                  Wolfe looks confused for only a moment before realizing what Alastor has done.

                                   

                                  Alastor releases him.

                                  Then rolls underneath the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  He walks across the broken remains of the table and grabs Elijah.

                                  Elijah is barely responsive.

                                   

                                  Alastor drags him through the wreckage.

                                  Pulls him upright.

                                  Then throws him underneath the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  Elijah rolls into the ring.

                                  Alastor follows just long enough to grab him again.

                                   

                                  He pulls Elijah up—

                                  Then hurls him toward Wolfe!

                                  Elijah hits the ropes.

                                   

                                  Rebounds—

                                  Wolfe catches him!

                                  Lifts!

                                  Spins!

                                  OLYMPIAN’S JUDGMENT!

                                  Elijah is driven face-first into the canvas!

                                   

                                  Wolfe rolls him over.

                                  Hooks the leg.

                                   

                                  The referee dives into position.

                                   

                                  ONE!

                                  TWO!

                                  ELIJAH KICKS OUT!

                                   

                                  The arena detonates.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “HE KICKED OUT!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “ELIJAH KICKED OUT OF OLYMPIAN’S JUDGMENT!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe looks stunned.

                                   

                                  But Alastor—

                                  Alastor was not even watching the pin.

                                   

                                  He had already turned away.

                                   

                                  At the kickout, his head suddenly snaps around.

                                   

                                  Far too quickly.

                                  Almost like an owl.

                                  The smile remains.

                                   

                                  But his eyes have changed completely.

                                  Cold.

                                  Furious.

                                  Murderous.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Look at Alastor.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “That is not a happy man.”

                                   

                                  Alastor storms toward Elijah.

                                   

                                  Wolfe begins to reach for the challenger—

                                  Alastor shoves Wolfe aside.

                                  Hard.

                                   

                                  Wolfe stumbles away.

                                   

                                  Alastor grabs Elijah by the throat and shoulder.

                                   

                                  Drags him to his feet.

                                  Elijah can barely stand.

                                   

                                  Alastor draws back—

                                  Elijah punches him!

                                   

                                  Alastor’s head snaps sideways.

                                   

                                  Another punch!

                                  Another!

                                  Another!

                                  The crowd starts roaring louder with each one.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ELIJAH IS FIGHTING ALASTOR!”

                                   

                                  Elijah keeps swinging.

                                   

                                  Right hand!

                                  Left!

                                  Right!

                                   

                                  Alastor begins staggering.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He’s hurting him!”

                                   

                                  What Alastor cannot see—

                                  Elijah’s fist is wrapped in steel.

                                   

                                  During the struggle, Elijah has grabbed the chain from earlier.

                                   

                                  Wrapped it around his hand.

                                  Every punch is reinforced.

                                   

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  Another shot.

                                  Alastor drops to one knee.

                                   

                                  For the first time all match—

                                  The Radio Demon is down.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “ALASTOR IS ON A KNEE!”

                                   

                                  Elijah turns away from him.

                                  Exhausted.

                                  Bleeding.

                                  Barely breathing.

                                   

                                  He turns directly toward Balor Wolfe—

                                  Wolfe scoops him up into a fireman’s carry!

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “NO!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe throws Elijah from his shoulders—

                                  Drives the knee upward!

                                   

                                  LIGHTS OUT!

                                   

                                  Elijah crashes to the canvas.

                                  Wolfe falls across him.

                                  Hooks the leg.

                                   

                                  ONE!

                                  TWO!

                                  ELIJAH KICKS OUT!

                                   

                                  The building erupts louder than at any point in the match.

                                   

                                  Wolfe sits upright.

                                  Frozen.

                                   

                                  The referee holds up two fingers.

                                  Wolfe stares at him.

                                   

                                  Then at Elijah.

                                  Then back at the referee.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “HE KICKED OUT OF LIGHTS OUT!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “That is Wolfe’s kill shot! That is the move Balor Wolfe uses when he wants the match finished!”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “That should have been three.”

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah survived it!”

                                   

                                  Wolfe remains seated in the ring.

                                  For several seconds, he simply stares.

                                  Elijah is several feet away, crawling toward the corner.

                                   

                                  Dragging himself one arm at a time.

                                  Wolfe slowly looks toward him.

                                  Something changes in the champion’s expression.

                                   

                                  He sees something.

                                  Something nobody else does.

                                   

                                  And slowly—

                                  Wolfe smiles.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Why is he smiling?”

                                   

                                  Elijah reaches the corner.

                                  Grabs the middle rope.

                                   

                                  Pulls.

                                   

                                  His legs buckle.

                                  He catches himself.

                                   

                                  Reaches for the top rope.

                                   

                                  Pulls again.

                                   

                                  Slowly, Elijah gets to his feet.

                                  His knees are shaking.

                                  The chain is still wrapped around his hand.

                                   

                                  He looks at it.

                                  Then lets it fall.

                                   

                                  CLINK.

                                   

                                  The chain lands on the canvas.

                                  Elijah leans against the turnbuckles.

                                  There is nothing left.

                                   

                                  No energy.

                                  No strength.

                                  No clever counter waiting.

                                   

                                  But he refuses to stay down.

                                   

                                  Wolfe stands in the middle of the ring.

                                   

                                  Behind him—

                                  Alastor has risen.

                                   

                                  The shot catches them perfectly.

                                   

                                  Wolfe in front.

                                  Alastor behind him.

                                  The champion smiling.

                                  The Radio Demon staring.

                                   

                                  Elijah looks across at both of them.

                                  Then slowly raises both hands.

                                   

                                  And gives Balor Wolfe a defiant double middle finger.

                                  The crowd explodes.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “There it is.”

                                   

                                  Elijah pushes himself away from the corner.

                                   

                                  One step.

                                  His legs almost give out.

                                   

                                  Another.

                                  Wolfe waits.

                                   

                                  Elijah keeps coming.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah knows what’s waiting for him.”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “He just refuses to lie down for it.”

                                   

                                  Elijah walks directly toward Wolfe.

                                   

                                  Wolfe lifts him into the fireman’s carry.

                                  Pushes him off—

                                  LIGHTS OUT!

                                   

                                  The knee connects flush.

                                   

                                  Elijah collapses.

                                   

                                  Wolfe immediately covers.

                                  Hooks both legs.

                                  The referee drops.

                                   

                                  ONE!

                                   

                                  The crowd screams for Elijah.

                                   

                                  TWO!

                                   

                                  Wolfe holds tighter.

                                   

                                  THREE!

                                   

                                  DING! DING! DING!

                                   

                                  For a moment, Wolfe does not move.

                                   

                                   

                                  Then—

                                   

                                  “Mayday” by Three Days Grace blasts through the arena.

                                   

                                   

                                  The Cell begins to rise.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Balor Wolfe has survived Hell in a Cell!”

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “Elijah took everything. The Cell. The chain. The sledgehammer. The Edge Runners. Alastor. Olympian’s Judgment. Two Lights Outs.”

                                   

                                  Valerie Thomas: “And Balor Wolfe is still champion.”

                                   

                                  Alastor walks over and grabs Wolfe by the arm.

                                  He pulls the exhausted champion to his feet.

                                   

                                  Wolfe can barely stand.

                                  Blood still covers his face.

                                   

                                  Eros slips underneath the rising Cell and enters the ring carrying the Infernal Crown Championship.

                                   

                                  He walks directly to Wolfe.

                                  Hands him the title.

                                  Sheri Orleans raises the microphone.

                                   

                                  Sheri Orleans: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL INFERNAL CROWN CHAMPION… BALOR WOLFE!”

                                   

                                  Another storm of boos.

                                  Wolfe raises the championship above his head.

                                   

                                  His arm shakes from exhaustion.

                                  But the title is still his.

                                   

                                  Johnny and V have recovered enough to move.

                                   

                                  They rush over.

                                  Each takes one of Wolfe’s arms over their shoulders.

                                  Together, The Edge Runners help the champion out of the ring.

                                  Eros takes the Infernal Crown Championship from Wolfe so he no longer has to carry it.

                                   

                                  He follows close behind.

                                  Alastor follows them last.

                                   

                                  As Radio Silence makes its way from ringside, Wolfe glances back only once.

                                   

                                  Then disappears up the aisle.

                                  The music fades.

                                   

                                  The arena grows quieter.

                                   

                                  Inside the ring—

                                  Elijah moves.

                                   

                                  The crowd notices immediately.

                                   

                                  A cheer begins.

                                  Elijah rolls onto his side.

                                   

                                  Then sits up.

                                  The cheering gets louder.

                                   

                                  He plants both hands on the canvas.

                                  Pushes himself onto one knee.

                                   

                                  Then, slowly—

                                  Elijah stands.

                                   

                                  The crowd rises with him.

                                   

                                  One section.

                                  Then another.

                                   

                                  Until nearly the entire arena is on its feet.

                                  A standing ovation.

                                   

                                  Elijah looks around.

                                   

                                  Blood on his mouth.

                                   

                                  Marks around his throat.

                                   

                                  His body battered from everything he endured.

                                  But he is standing.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Balor Wolfe leaves with the Infernal Crown.”

                                   

                                  The applause continues.

                                   

                                  Marcus Donovan: “But nobody in this building is going to forget what Elijah survived tonight.”

                                   

                                  Elijah steadies himself against the ropes.

                                  Then stands on his own.

                                  The ovation grows louder.

                                   

                                  The final shot holds on Elijah in the middle of the ring—

                                  Bruised.

                                  Bloodied.

                                  Defeated.

                                  But still standing.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Balor Wolfe remains champion.”

                                   

                                  A pause.

                                   

                                  Ash Greaves-Orleans: “Elijah leaves with the respect of this entire arena.”

                                   

                                  The crowd continues applauding as the scene fades.

                                   

                                   

                                  The camera cuts backstage to the MAWL interview area.

                                   

                                   

                                  Ash Kyllis stands beside the MAWL backstage interviewer, already dressed in his ring gear, with a black sleeveless hoodie hanging loosely over his shoulders.

                                   

                                  His arms are folded across his chest. His expression is blank, and his eyes remain fixed somewhere beyond the camera.

                                   

                                  The interviewer adjusts their microphone before turning towards him.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now is a man who has quickly developed a reputation as one of the most physically dangerous competitors on the MAWL roster. Tonight, he faces a man who quite literally calls himself a god. I'm talking about Ash Kyllis."

                                   

                                  Ash slowly turns his attention towards the interviewer.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Ash, tonight you're going one-on-one with Thor. Now, Thor is no ordinary opponent. We're talking about a man whose entire wrestling philosophy revolves around overwhelming his opponents with raw physical strength. He's someone who doesn't just want to beat you. He wants to break you. What goes through your mind when you prepare to face someone like that?"

                                   

                                  Ash remains silent for several seconds.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Nothing."

                                   

                                  The interviewer looks momentarily confused.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Nothing?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "What am I supposed to think? He's big. He's strong. He hits hard."

                                   

                                  Ash shrugs.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "So do I."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Surely there's more to it than that. Thor has some of the most devastating moves we've seen in MAWL. Mjolnir's Wrath, Valhalla—these are moves that can end a match in an instant."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Then I'd better not get hit by them."

                                   

                                  The interviewer gives a small, slightly uncomfortable laugh. Ash doesn't join in.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "You make it sound remarkably simple."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "It is simple. People make fighting complicated because they like hearing themselves talk."

                                   

                                  Ash unfolds his arms.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Thor wants to hit me. I want to hit Thor. One of us is going to hit harder."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "But given your history, there are people who question whether you can maintain that discipline. Early in your career, you developed a reputation for charging into dangerous situations without thinking about the consequences. And while you've clearly become a more measured competitor, there are still moments when that old Ash Kyllis seems to come out."

                                   

                                  Ash's jaw tightens slightly.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "The old me would've run straight at Thor the second that bell rang."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "And the new you?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Waits until he's standing in the wrong place."

                                   

                                  The interviewer nods.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Speaking of your development, it's no secret that you returned from your injury a very different wrestler. Your timing is sharper, your positioning is better, and your offense seems much more deliberate. You've never really explained who helped you make those improvements."

                                   

                                  Ash looks at the interviewer.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Because nobody asked me anything worth answering."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Then let me ask you directly. Was there someone who taught you to wrestle this way?"

                                   

                                  Ash's expression remains unchanged.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I learned."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "On your own?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I learned where not to get hit."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "And that's all you're prepared to say?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "That's all you need."

                                   

                                  The interviewer takes the hint and moves on.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "All right. Last question before your match. Thor sees himself as a warrior, someone who embraces a fair fight and wants to prove that he's the strongest man in the ring. You've been described as a weapon rather than a warrior. Does that distinction bother you?"

                                   

                                  Ash lowers his arms to his sides.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "No."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Why not?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "A warrior fights because he wants glory."

                                   

                                  Ash looks directly into the camera.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "A weapon doesn't care about glory."

                                   

                                  He pauses.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "It just does the job."

                                   

                                  Before the interviewer can respond, a loud, sarcastic voice interrupts from somewhere off-camera.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "WOAH! Woah, woah, woah, woah! Hold on a bloody second!"

                                   

                                  The camera swings towards the corridor.

                                   

                                   

                                  And standing there is the reigning MAWL Infernal Crown Champion.

                                   

                                  Balor Wolfe.

                                   

                                  The aftermath of his brutal Hell in a Cell title defence against Elijah is written all over him.

                                   

                                  His long platinum-blonde hair is tangled and stained with dried blood. A fresh dressing sits near his hairline, while a streak of blood runs down one cheek. His chest and shoulders are covered in bruises, and several strips of athletic tape are visible around his ribs.

                                  His purple, black and white dog mask hangs loosely from one hand.

                                   

                                  But the Infernal Crown Championship?

                                  That sits proudly over his other shoulder.

                                   

                                  And despite looking like he's just crawled out of a car wreck, Balor is wearing the biggest grin in the building.

                                   

                                  He isn't alone.

                                   

                                  Standing behind him is Radio Silence.

                                   

                                   

                                  Alastor looms over the group in his immaculate pinstripe suit, one hand resting on his wolf-headed cane, his ever-present grin stretching across his pale face.

                                   

                                  Eros stands closest to Balor, looking considerably less amused by the champion's injuries than Balor himself.

                                   

                                  And flanking the group are Johnny Silverhand and V, the Edge Runners. Johnny has his arms folded and an irritated expression, while V silently surveys the interview area.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Sorry! Sorry, everyone! Hate to interrupt this riveting conversation about hitting people and not getting hit. Truly groundbreaking stuff!"

                                   

                                  Balor approaches the interviewer, gesturing towards Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But seriously! Why are we talking to this loser?"

                                   

                                  Ash slowly turns his head.

                                   

                                  His eyes settle on Balor.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I mean, look at him! Standing there, looking like somebody's angry security guard. Meanwhile, I—"

                                   

                                  Balor dramatically points to himself.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "—have just walked out of HELL IN A CELL, STILL your MAWL Infernal Crown Champion!"

                                   

                                  He pats the championship.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I had to beat that psycho bookworm, Elijah! The Cryptic One! The walking Caribbean bedtime story!"

                                   

                                  Balor turns towards the camera and points at the blood covering his face.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Look! LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO MY FACE!"

                                   

                                  He turns to Eros.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Babe, tell them! Tell them what he did to my face!"

                                   

                                  EROS: "Balor, you should be getting that looked at instead of wandering around looking for someone to annoy."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "See?! Even my boyfriend agrees this is a tragedy!"

                                   

                                  EROS: "That is absolutely not what I said."

                                   

                                  Balor ignores him.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Elijah hit me with a bloody TOOLBOX! A TOOLBOX!"

                                   

                                  He gestures furiously towards the dressing on his forehead.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "What am I, a busted washing machine?! Do I look like I need my bloody transmission fixed?!"

                                   

                                  Johnny lets out a short laugh.

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Well, you are leaking pretty badly."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Thank you, Johnny. Very supportive."

                                   

                                  Balor looks back into the camera.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "This face sells tickets! This face sells merchandise! This face is responsible for a frankly unreasonable number of people tuning into MAWL every week!"

                                   

                                  He spreads his arms.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And Elijah tries to redecorate it with a bloody toolbox!"

                                   

                                  V glances at Balor's forehead.

                                   

                                  V: "Considering the amount of blood you lost, you're surprisingly talkative."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And you're surprisingly ungrateful for the privilege of being in my presence!"

                                   

                                  Alastor gives a cheerful chuckle.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Ha-ha-ha! My dear Balor, I must say, watching you turn a near-fatal encounter into an opportunity for self-promotion is simply delightful!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Thank you, Alastor! FINALLY, somebody appreciates good marketing!"

                                   

                                  Balor raises the championship.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But none of that matters, does it? Because at the end of the night, I'm still standing. I'm still champion. I'm STILL THE GUY!"

                                   

                                  He pats the centre plate.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And when Zag beats that loser Wildfre, there'll be even MORE gold coming home to Radio Silence!"

                                   

                                  Balor's grin grows wider.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Because that's what we do. We win. We collect championships. We—"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Yeah. Because that's worked brilliantly so far."

                                   

                                  Balor stops talking.

                                   

                                  The entire group turns towards Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I'm sorry?"

                                   

                                  Ash pushes himself away from the interview backdrop.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "All this talk about collecting gold."

                                   

                                  He points directly at Johnny and V.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "How's that working out for idiot one and idiot two over there?"

                                   

                                  Johnny immediately unfolds his arms.

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "The fuck did you just call me?!"

                                   

                                  V's expression darkens as he takes half a step forward.

                                   

                                  V: "You might want to reconsider that."

                                   

                                  Ash looks between them.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Not much gold yet, is there?"

                                   

                                  Johnny starts forward.

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Listen here, you smug little—"

                                   

                                  Balor suddenly raises his hand across Johnny's chest, stopping him.

                                   

                                  With his other hand, he gestures for V to remain where he is.

                                   

                                  Then Balor chuckles.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Ohhhh, hang on! Hang on, boys!"

                                   

                                  He looks Ash up and down.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "We've got a comedian!"

                                   

                                  Balor looks back towards Johnny.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Easy, mate. Don't ruin his big moment. First time he's said more than three words in a row. I'm proud of him!"

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't react.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You finished?"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Not remotely, but thank you for asking."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Good. Because I wasn't."

                                   

                                  The small smile disappears from Balor's face for a moment.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You walk around here calling yourself the guy. Talking about how nobody can beat you. Talking about collecting titles like they're trophies you actually earned."

                                   

                                  Ash glances at the Infernal Crown Championship.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "But how many of those matches did you win without somebody helping you?"

                                   

                                  Johnny's expression turns furious again.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "How many times did someone have to distract a referee? How many times did someone have to interfere? How many times did you have to take a shortcut because you couldn't get the job done yourself?"

                                   

                                  Balor lifts an eyebrow.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You say you're the best."

                                   

                                  Ash steps closer.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "But every time you get into trouble, somebody else has to save you."

                                   

                                  Eros moves slightly forward.

                                   

                                  EROS: "Careful. You weren't the one inside that Cell tonight."

                                   

                                  Ash looks at Eros.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I'm not talking about tonight."

                                   

                                  He looks back at Balor.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I'm talking about the man who needs five people behind him to tell everyone how good he is."

                                   

                                  There is a brief silence.

                                   

                                  Johnny looks ready to explode.

                                  V's eyes narrow, examining Ash as though calculating how quickly the confrontation could turn violent.

                                   

                                  Alastor, on the other hand, appears thoroughly entertained.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "My, my! Such delightful hostility!"

                                   

                                  The Radio Demon tilts his head towards Ash.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "And from such a quiet young gentleman, too! You must forgive our champion. He's had a rather taxing evening."

                                   

                                  Ash stares at Alastor.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Didn't ask."

                                   

                                  Alastor's grin widens.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Ha-ha! No, I suppose you didn't!"

                                   

                                  Balor raises his hand again, silencing the others.

                                  This time, his laughter is quieter.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You know what, Ash Kyllis?"

                                   

                                  He deliberately speaks the name clearly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Sometimes plans go wrong."

                                   

                                  Balor shrugs, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at his injured ribs.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "It happens. Sometimes Johnny and V don't get the result they want. Sometimes someone gets lucky. Sometimes a plan goes completely sideways and leaves you picking bits of bloody toolbox out of your forehead."

                                   

                                  He points at the dressing.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Exhibit A."

                                   

                                  Then he lowers his hand.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But the funny thing about plans, Ash, is that you can always make another one."

                                   

                                  Balor taps his championship.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And this? This is proof that mine keep working."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Because you cheat."

                                   

                                  Balor smiles.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Because I win."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Not the same thing."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "To the bloke holding the championship, the distinction gets a little blurry."

                                   

                                  Balor takes another step closer.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But look at you!"

                                   

                                  He spreads one arm, presenting Ash to the camera.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Look at Ash Kyllis! Standing there, acting all noble! Talking about fairness and shortcuts like you're some shining example of sporting integrity!"

                                   

                                  Balor chuckles again.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Come off it, mate."

                                   

                                  Ash's jaw tightens.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I've watched you wrestle."

                                   

                                  That catches Ash's attention.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Yeah. Surprised?"

                                   

                                  Balor taps the side of his head.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I do my homework. Contrary to popular belief, there's more going on up here than good looks and questionable life choices."

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Mostly questionable life choices."

                                   

                                  EROS: "He's not wrong."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, will you lot let me have my moment?!"

                                   

                                  Balor returns his attention to Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I've seen what happens when somebody gives you an opening."

                                   

                                  His voice becomes more serious.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I've seen you catch someone with that German suplex, then practically take their head off before they've even hit the bloody mat."

                                   

                                  Balor gestures towards Ash's eyes.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And I see it right now."

                                   

                                  He moves close enough that the two are almost face-to-face.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "There's an opportunist in those eyes, Ash."

                                   

                                  Ash says nothing.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You can stand there pretending you're better than me. You can call my boys idiots. You can tell every interviewer who shoves a microphone in your face that you're different."

                                   

                                  Balor's grin returns.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But when the opening happens?"

                                   

                                  He taps Ash lightly on the chest with two fingers.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You'll take it."

                                   

                                  Ash looks down at Balor's hand.

                                  Balor slowly withdraws it.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And you know it."

                                   

                                  Silence.

                                  Ash looks directly into Balor's eyes.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Taking an opening isn't cheating."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "No?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "No."

                                   

                                  Ash takes a single step forward.

                                  Balor doesn't retreat.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "There's a difference between seeing someone make a mistake and needing your friends to make one for you."

                                   

                                  Johnny clenches his jaw.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I don't need someone holding my opponent down."

                                   

                                  He glances briefly at the rest of Radio Silence.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I don't need someone distracting the referee."

                                   

                                  Then he looks at the championship.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "And I don't need five people standing behind me to make sure I leave with something I couldn't win on my own."

                                   

                                  Balor watches him for a moment.

                                  Then his mouth curls into another grin.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Funny."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "What is?"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You're very certain about what you don't need."

                                   

                                  Balor tilts his head.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But I'm not sure you even know what you want."

                                   

                                  Ash's expression changes.

                                  Only slightly.

                                  But enough for Balor to notice.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Thor's waiting for you out there. Big, angry, carrying on about thunder and gods and honour."

                                   

                                  Balor gestures towards the direction of the arena.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And you're going to walk into that ring and try to take his bloody head off."

                                   

                                  His voice drops.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Not because you hate him."

                                   

                                  Pause.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Not because he's done anything to you."

                                   

                                  Another pause.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Because someone's put him in front of you."

                                   

                                  Ash stares at him.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Watch what you say next."

                                   

                                  For the first time, Balor's smile becomes less playful.

                                  Eros notices and shifts closer. Johnny and V remain completely still.

                                  Alastor's smile never changes.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "There it is."

                                   

                                  Balor nods slowly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "That's the look."

                                   

                                  He points towards Ash's face.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "The same one you get before you go charging across the ring and try to put somebody through the canvas."

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't move.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You don't like being told what you are, do you?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You don't know what I am."

                                   

                                  Balor chuckles.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Maybe not."

                                   

                                  He adjusts the Infernal Crown Championship on his shoulder.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But I know what happens when somebody stops pretending."

                                   

                                  The two men stand almost nose-to-nose.

                                   

                                  Neither blinks.

                                   

                                  The interviewer has long since lowered the microphone, apparently deciding that inserting themselves into this conversation would be a spectacularly bad decision.

                                   

                                  Johnny looks between the two men.

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Balor. We done here? Because I'm getting real fucking tired of this guy."

                                   

                                  V: "He's got a match to get to. Let Thor deal with him."

                                   

                                  Alastor gives a soft, amused hum.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Indeed! Why spoil tonight's entertainment before the curtain has even risen?"

                                   

                                  Balor slowly breaks eye contact.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You know what? You're right."

                                   

                                  He looks towards Johnny and V.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "See? This is why I keep you around. Occasionally, you two say something intelligent."

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Keep pushing it."

                                   

                                  Balor grins and turns back to Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Good luck tonight, Ash Kyllis."

                                   

                                  His tone is almost sincere.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I mean that."

                                   

                                  Ash remains silent.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Thor's a dangerous bastard. If you go running at him without thinking, you'll end up getting yourself killed."

                                   

                                  Balor pauses.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Although, between you and me?"

                                   

                                  He leans forward slightly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I reckon you're going to enjoy it."

                                   

                                  Balor straightens his posture.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And Ash?"

                                   

                                  Ash watches him.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "When you get your opening tonight..."

                                   

                                  Balor gives the Infernal Crown Championship a small pat.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Take it."

                                   

                                  For several seconds, they stare at one another.

                                   

                                  Ash's fists slowly tighten.

                                   

                                  Balor notices.

                                  And smiles.

                                   

                                  But neither man throws a punch.

                                  Eventually, Balor turns sideways and begins walking past him.

                                  Eros follows immediately, placing a hand on Balor's back as they pass.

                                   

                                  EROS: "Come on. You've proved your point. Now you're getting that cut looked at."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Babe, I've survived Hell in a Cell. I think I can survive a little scratch."

                                   

                                  EROS: "You were bleeding on the floor ten minutes ago."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "That was an artistic statement."

                                   

                                  Eros shakes his head.

                                   

                                  Johnny walks past Ash next.

                                   

                                  He pauses just long enough to glare at him.

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Idiot one and idiot two, huh?"

                                   

                                  Ash meets his stare.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You heard me."

                                   

                                  Johnny gives a humourless laugh.

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND: "Yeah. I did."

                                   

                                  V places a hand on Johnny's shoulder.

                                   

                                  V: "Not worth it. Keep walking."

                                   

                                  Johnny reluctantly moves on.

                                  V stops briefly beside Ash.

                                   

                                  V: "You should worry less about our championships and more about surviving your own match."

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't respond.

                                  V follows Johnny down the corridor.

                                   

                                  Alastor is the last to pass.

                                   

                                  The Radio Demon stops beside Ash, towering over him.

                                  He rests both hands on the silver wolf's head of his cane.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Well, well. What an absolutely fascinating young man you are."

                                   

                                  Ash turns his eyes towards him.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Move."

                                   

                                  Alastor chuckles.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Ha-ha-ha! Such delightful manners!"

                                   

                                  He leans slightly closer.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "I do hope your encounter with the thunder god proves... enlightening."

                                   

                                  His red eyes narrow with amusement.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Do try not to break yourself before we've had the pleasure of another conversation."

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't flinch.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I'm not interested."

                                   

                                  Alastor's grin grows wider.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "Oh, my dear boy."

                                   

                                  He straightens up.

                                   

                                  ALASTOR: "You'd be surprised how often I hear that."

                                   

                                  With a cheerful flourish of his cane, Alastor walks away.

                                   

                                  Further down the corridor, Balor can still be heard complaining.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE (DISTANT): "I'm telling you, that toolbox had to be illegal! Who brings a whole bloody toolbox into a wrestling match?!"

                                   

                                  JOHNNY SILVERHAND (DISTANT): "You were fighting inside a Hell in a Cell, you idiot!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE (DISTANT): "THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT A HARDWARE STORE!"

                                   

                                  The sounds of Radio Silence gradually fade.

                                   

                                  The camera returns to Ash.

                                   

                                  He hasn't moved.

                                  His eyes remain fixed on the corridor where the group disappeared.

                                  His expression is completely still, but his jaw is clenched so tightly that the muscles visibly shift.

                                   

                                  The interviewer cautiously raises the microphone again.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Ash... after everything Balor Wolfe just said, do you have anything you'd like to say in response?"

                                   

                                  Ash remains silent.

                                   

                                  For a moment, it seems as though he might ignore the question entirely.

                                   

                                  Then he finally speaks.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "He's right about one thing."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "And what's that?"

                                   

                                  Ash slowly turns towards the interviewer.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "When there's an opening..."

                                   

                                  He pauses.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I take it."

                                   

                                  The interviewer watches him carefully.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Is that a warning for Thor?"

                                   

                                  Ash looks towards the camera.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "It's not a warning."

                                   

                                  He pulls the hood of his sleeveless hoodie over his head.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "It's what happens."

                                   

                                  Without another word, Ash turns and walks away in the opposite direction from Radio Silence.

                                   

                                  His footsteps echo through the corridor.

                                   

                                  The interviewer watches him disappear before slowly turning towards the camera.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Well... there you have it. Some very strong words between the Infernal Crown Champion Balor Wolfe and Ash Kyllis. But right now, Kyllis has a much more immediate concern. He's about to step into the ring with Thor."

                                   

                                  The camera cuts to one final shot of Ash walking towards the entrance area.

                                  He pauses at a junction in the corridor.

                                   

                                  For the briefest moment, his head turns towards the direction Radio Silence went.

                                   

                                  His hands curl into fists.

                                   

                                  Then he turns back towards the arena.

                                  And continues walking.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER (V.O.): "Ash Kyllis versus Thor is coming up next!"

                                   

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And there's the bell! We're underway here, ladies and gentlemen! Ash Kyllis taking on the God of Thunder himself, Thor! This promises to be an extraordinary collision of power!"

                                   

                                  Ash Kyllis slowly walks out of his corner, his eyes fixed on Thor. The God of Thunder steps forward to meet him, rolling his massive shoulders as the crowd begins to build in anticipation.

                                   

                                  But rather than immediately initiating a fight, Ash stops in the centre of the ring.

                                   

                                  He extends his right hand.

                                   

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Well, would you look at that! A show of respect from Ash Kyllis! After what happened backstage with Balor Wolfe and Radio Silence, I wasn't sure what kind of mood Ash would be in coming into this match!"

                                   

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, please. He's probably hoping Thor shakes his hand so he can pull him into a cheap shot! I heard what Balor said earlier. There's an opportunist hiding behind those innocent eyes!"

                                   

                                  Thor looks down at the offered hand, then back into Ash's face.

                                   

                                  He pauses.

                                  For several seconds, neither man moves.

                                   

                                  Then Thor gives a small nod and firmly grasps Ash's hand.

                                   

                                  The crowd applauds as the two competitors exchange a respectful handshake.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Thor accepts! A wonderful display of sportsmanship between two men who know exactly how dangerous the other can be!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "That's what I love to see, Ash. No need for cheap shots. No need for the mind games. Just two fantastic competitors ready to prove themselves!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Enjoy it while it lasts. Once someone gets punched in the mouth, all this lovely sportsmanship will disappear."

                                   

                                  The handshake breaks.

                                  Ash takes several steps backwards towards his corner. Thor does likewise, keeping his eyes on his opponent.

                                   

                                  Both men settle into their stances.

                                  Slowly, they begin circling.

                                   

                                  Ash moves lightly on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight from side to side. Thor adopts a much more grounded position, arms raised and prepared for the initial collision.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Very different approaches here. Thor wants to establish his physical strength, while Ash Kyllis has that explosive acceleration that can catch even the most experienced opponents by surprise!"

                                   

                                  They step forward—

                                  LOCK-UP!

                                  Thor immediately uses his strength to push Ash backwards!

                                  Ash plants his feet, resisting the pressure, but Thor twists his upper body and pulls Ash into a tight side headlock!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Thor immediately secures the side headlock! Look at the pressure he's applying!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "That's the difference between these two. Ash might be fast, but Thor is going to make him work for every inch of this ring!"

                                   

                                  Ash grips Thor around the waist, bending his knees as he searches for leverage.

                                  Thor tightens his grip.

                                   

                                  Ash takes a step backwards—

                                  And shoots Thor into the ropes!

                                   

                                  Thor rebounds with tremendous momentum!

                                  BOOM! SHOULDER BLOCK!

                                  Ash hits the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH! THOR WITH THE SHOULDER BLOCK! Ash Kyllis sent straight down to the mat!"

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "That's a lot of man coming at you, Ash! Ash is giving up some serious power in that collision!"

                                   

                                  Thor looks down at Ash for a brief moment before immediately turning and running towards the opposite ropes.

                                   

                                  He rebounds—

                                  Ash drops flat to the canvas!

                                  Thor steps over him!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash drops down! Thor over the top!"

                                   

                                  Thor hits the ropes again!

                                  Ash springs to his feet—

                                  LEAPFROG!

                                  Thor runs underneath him!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Leapfrog by Kyllis! Tremendous elevation!"

                                   

                                  Thor rebounds once more, charging straight towards Ash—

                                  HIP TOSS!

                                  Ash catches Thor by the arm, turns his hips, and uses the charging powerhouse's momentum to flip him cleanly over!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "HIP TOSS! BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED BY ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  Thor hits the canvas with a heavy thud!

                                  But almost immediately, he bounces upright onto both knees!

                                   

                                  Ash steps back, preparing for another attack, only to stop when he sees Thor looking up at him.

                                  For a moment, they stare at one another.

                                  Then Thor smiles.

                                   

                                  Ash's expression softens into a small grin of his own.

                                  The crowd applauds the exchange.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, I love that! Thor knows he got caught there, and he's giving Ash credit for it!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Congratulations, Ash. You managed to throw someone who was running directly at you. Let's see how well that works when Thor actually gets his hands on you!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Well, whatever you think of it, Valerie, there's clearly a degree of mutual respect developing here in the early going!"

                                   

                                  Thor climbs back to his feet.

                                  He rotates his shoulders and beckons Ash forward.

                                  Ash nods once.

                                  They circle again.

                                  LOCK-UP!

                                  This time, Ash moves quickly!

                                  He captures Thor's wrist, ducks underneath his arm and twists into a standing armbar!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Kyllis gets the better of the second lock-up! Standing armbar applied!"

                                   

                                  Ash wrenches the arm, forcing Thor to bend slightly at the waist.

                                   

                                  Thor grimaces, then straightens up using his strength.

                                   

                                  He catches Ash by the wrist and attempts to shoot him into the ropes!

                                  But Ash plants his feet!

                                   

                                  He rotates his trapped arm, reverses the grip and pulls Thor towards him instead!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor looking for the Irish whip—no! Ash reverses!"

                                   

                                  Ash sends Thor into the ropes!

                                   

                                  Thor rebounds—

                                  Ash steps into his path, scoops him off the canvas in one fluid movement—

                                   

                                  SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM!

                                  THUD!

                                  The ring shakes beneath the impact!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH, WHAT A POWERSLAM! ASH KYLLIS JUST SCOOPED UP THOR AND DROVE HIM INTO THE CANVAS!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "That was incredible! No hesitation, no struggle! He caught Thor coming off the ropes and turned all that momentum into a powerslam!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Okay, I'll give him that one. That was impressive. But did you notice something? Ash didn't waste time showing off. He knew exactly where Thor was going to be!"

                                   

                                  Thor rolls onto his side, pushing himself towards his knees.

                                  Ash is already moving.

                                  He steps behind Thor, threads an arm around his head, and drops to one knee, trapping the God of Thunder in another side headlock!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Ash immediately follows up with a grounded headlock! He's not allowing Thor any breathing room!"

                                   

                                  Ash tightens his grip, pressing the side of Thor's head firmly against his ribs.

                                  Thor places one hand against Ash's hip and begins pushing himself upright.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Very smart wrestling from Kyllis. Everyone talks about his speed and his explosive power, but look at the control he's showing here!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "He's trying to keep Thor from building momentum. That's sensible. The problem is, holding Thor in a headlock is like trying to hold a charging bull with a piece of string."

                                   

                                  Thor reaches a standing position.

                                  He wraps both arms around Ash's waist and begins forcing him backwards.

                                   

                                  Ash digs his boots into the canvas, attempting to maintain the hold.

                                  Thor drives him towards the ropes!

                                  But just before his back touches them, Ash releases the headlock and spins out to his left!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor forcing his way free—Ash slips out!"

                                   

                                  Thor turns—

                                  SPINNING BACK ELBOW!

                                   

                                  The elbow cracks against Thor's jaw!

                                   

                                  Thor staggers half a step backwards!

                                  Ash plants his foot—

                                  EXPLOSIVE OVERHAND RIGHT!

                                   

                                  SMACK!

                                  Thor's head snaps sideways!

                                  Before Thor can recover, Ash grabs him around the upper body, turns his hips and launches him across the ring—

                                  RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

                                  BOOM!

                                   

                                  Thor crashes onto his back!

                                   

                                  FIRST COMBINATION — SPINNING BACK ELBOW → OVERHAND RIGHT → RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "BACK ELBOW! OVERHAND RIGHT! BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! WHAT A COMBINATION FROM ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Three consecutive attacks, Ash! And Thor didn't have an opportunity to defend himself between any of them!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "That's what makes Ash dangerous. Once he starts moving, he doesn't give you a second to think!"

                                   

                                  Thor rolls onto his stomach.

                                   

                                  He shakes his head, blinking rapidly as he attempts to clear his senses.

                                  Ash stands motionless several feet away.

                                   

                                  His breathing remains steady.

                                  His eyes never leave Thor.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And look at Kyllis! Just standing there, watching Thor get back up!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "This is something we've seen from Ash before. He'll explode into an attack, then suddenly become completely still. Almost like he's waiting for the right moment to go again!"

                                   

                                  Thor gets one knee underneath him.

                                  Then the other foot.

                                   

                                  He pushes himself upright, rubbing his jaw.

                                   

                                  Ash's eyes narrow.

                                   

                                  Thor raises his hands—

                                  Ash suddenly accelerates!

                                   

                                  RUNNING FOREARM SMASH!

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  Thor stumbles backwards towards the ropes!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH COMES FLYING IN WITH THE FOREARM!"

                                   

                                  Ash catches Thor by the shoulder before he can fall backwards.

                                   

                                  He pulls him forward—

                                  SHORT-RANGE HEADBUTT!

                                   

                                  THUNK!

                                  Thor reels!

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, come on! He's just headbutted the God of Thunder! Has he got a death wish?!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "He's got Thor rocked, Valerie! That's what he's got!"

                                   

                                  Thor staggers towards the ropes, one arm draped over the top strand.

                                  Ash backs away.

                                   

                                  Three steps.

                                  Four.

                                   

                                  He pauses.

                                  Then launches himself forward!

                                  LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!

                                  BOOOOM!

                                   

                                  The impact catches Thor across the upper chest and shoulders!

                                  Thor is thrown backwards over the top rope!

                                  His legs kick into the air as he tumbles over—

                                  CRASH!

                                   

                                  He lands on the ringside mats!

                                   

                                  SECOND COMBINATION — RUNNING FOREARM → HEADBUTT → LEAPING CLOTHESLINE

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "CLOTHESLINE! ASH KYLLIS JUST SENT THOR OVER THE TOP ROPE!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "GOOD GRIEF! Thor went right over! Ash is throwing everything into these attacks!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And there's that recklessness Balor was talking about! He isn't just trying to knock Thor down anymore. He's trying to take his head clean off!"

                                   

                                  The crowd erupts as Thor begins stirring on the outside.

                                  He rolls onto his side, bracing himself against the floor with one arm.

                                  Inside the ring, Ash takes several slow steps backwards.

                                  He watches Thor carefully.

                                  Thor reaches for the barricade and begins pulling himself upright.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor trying to regain his footing on the outside, but I'm not sure Ash Kyllis intends to give him that opportunity!"

                                   

                                  Ash turns towards the opposite ropes.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Wait a minute! Ash, look at Ash!"

                                   

                                  Ash breaks into a sprint!

                                  He hits the ropes!

                                  Rebounds!

                                  Accelerates across the ring!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH KYLLIS BUILDING UP SPEED!"

                                   

                                  Thor finally gets to his feet beside the barricade.

                                   

                                  He looks towards the ring—

                                  Ash dives headfirst between the top and middle ropes!

                                  SUICIDE DIVE!

                                  CRAAAAASH!

                                   

                                  Ash flies through the ropes like a missile, smashing shoulder-first into Thor's upper body!

                                  The collision sends Thor staggering violently backwards!

                                   

                                  His back slams against the fan barricade!

                                  But the momentum doesn't stop there!

                                   

                                  THE BARRICADE RATTLES AS THOR TOPPLES OVER IT AND INTO THE FRONT ROW!

                                   

                                  Fans leap out of their seats!

                                   

                                  A pair of security guards scramble backwards as Thor crashes among the vacated chairs, sending several folding seats clattering across the floor!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! ASH KYLLIS WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE! HE JUST SENT THOR STRAIGHT OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE FRONT ROW!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY! DID YOU SEE THE FORCE BEHIND THAT?! THOR BOUNCED OFF THE BARRICADE AND WENT FLYING INTO THE CROWD!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! That's two hundred and thirty-eight pounds of Ash Kyllis launching himself like a bloody cannonball!"

                                   

                                  The audience is on its feet!

                                   

                                  "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

                                   

                                  Ash lands hard on the ringside mats, rolling onto his back from the impact.

                                  For several seconds, he doesn't move.

                                  His chest rises and falls.

                                  Then he turns onto his stomach.

                                  Places both palms against the floor.

                                  And pushes himself upright.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And somehow, Ash Kyllis is already getting back to his feet!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "But look at where Thor landed! He's in the front row! Security's having to clear those chairs out of the way!"

                                   

                                  The referee leans between the ropes, checking on the situation.

                                   

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ONE!"

                                   

                                  Thor is sitting among several overturned chairs, grimacing as he tries to get his bearings.

                                   

                                  A security guard moves a loose chair out of his path.

                                   

                                  Meanwhile, Ash rises to his feet.

                                   

                                  He briefly rolls his right shoulder, clearly feeling the impact of the dive.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "He hit that dive so hard he hurt himself doing it! This is what I've been saying! He's a weapon with absolutely no concern for what happens to the weapon!"

                                   

                                  Ash looks towards Thor.

                                  Then towards the roaring crowd.

                                  For the first time since the opening handshake, the faintest trace of satisfaction appears on his face.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "TWO!"

                                   

                                  Rather than immediately following Thor into the crowd, Ash turns away.

                                  He walks towards the steel ring steps.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Now what's Ash doing? He's got Thor in all sorts of trouble on the outside!"

                                   

                                  Ash climbs onto the bottom step.

                                  Then the next.

                                  He reaches the top step and turns towards the audience.

                                   

                                  He stands tall, one boot planted firmly on the steel, and slowly raises a clenched fist into the air.

                                   

                                  The crowd roars!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And would you look at this! Ash Kyllis actually acknowledging these fans! You don't see that very often!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, NOW he wants to pose?! He spends the entire match acting like some emotionless killing machine, then suddenly decides he's everybody's favourite action hero!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Well, Valerie, after that spectacular suicide dive, I think he's earned a moment to enjoy the reaction! What an incredible opening to this contest!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "THREE!"

                                   

                                  The camera cuts towards Thor, who is now gripping the top of the barricade and attempting to haul himself back towards ringside.

                                  Then back to Ash.

                                   

                                  Still standing on the top steel step.

                                   

                                  Still looking towards the cheering fans.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Ash Kyllis has taken this match to Thor right from the opening bell! Speed, power, technique, and then one of the most explosive dives we've seen!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Yeah, well, he might want to remember he's got a match to win! Thor isn't finished just because he's been thrown into a few chairs!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And judging by the look on Thor's face, he's certainly not going to take that lying down! But right now, it's Ash Kyllis standing tall!"

                                   

                                  Ash lowers his fist.

                                   

                                  He turns his head towards the barricade, where Thor is beginning to rise.

                                   

                                  The small smile disappears.

                                   

                                  His expression returns to that familiar, cold intensity.

                                  And the referee continues watching from inside the ring.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Ash Kyllis is still standing on those steel steps, taking in the reaction from this capacity crowd! But he'd better keep one eye on Thor, who's finally beginning to recover from that absolutely devastating suicide dive!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "I'll give Ash credit for the dive, Ash, but posing on the steps isn't going to win him the match. Thor is still very much in this!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "FOUR!"

                                   

                                  Ash lowers his fist and steps down from the steel steps.

                                   

                                  Across ringside, Thor has managed to pull himself upright using the barricade. He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

                                  Ash approaches him.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Here comes Ash again! And look at the expression on his face. He's right back to business!"

                                   

                                  Ash reaches over the barricade, grabs Thor by the head and shoulder, and begins dragging him back towards ringside.

                                   

                                  Thor tries to resist, but Ash plants his feet and gives another mighty pull!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Kyllis hauling Thor back over the barricade! And there is some serious strength on display!"

                                   

                                  Thor tumbles over the top rail, landing awkwardly on his feet before dropping to one knee.

                                   

                                  Ash catches him by the back of the neck.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "FIVE!"

                                   

                                  Ash drags Thor towards the ring, grabs him by the waistband and shoulder—

                                  And throws him beneath the bottom rope!

                                   

                                  Thor rolls into the ring, pushing himself onto one knee.

                                  Ash climbs onto the ring apron.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor back inside, and Ash Kyllis is climbing onto the apron! What's he thinking here?"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Whatever it is, Thor needs to get himself ready! Ash has been moving at an unbelievable pace!"

                                   

                                  Ash grabs the top rope.

                                  Thor slowly rises to his feet, turning towards him.

                                   

                                  Ash dips his knees—

                                  SPRINGBOARD!

                                   

                                  He launches himself over the top rope!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH KYLLIS COMING IN!"

                                   

                                  FLYING CLOTHESLINE!

                                  BOOOOM!

                                   

                                  Ash catches Thor high across the chest!

                                  But rather than landing cleanly beside him, Ash's momentum carries his entire body forward!

                                   

                                  Both men crash onto the canvas!

                                  Ash lands almost directly on top of Thor!

                                   

                                  Thor's arm becomes trapped underneath their combined weight—

                                  AND BENDS BACK AT AN AWKWARD ANGLE!

                                  THUD!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH! FLYING CLOTHESLINE BY ASH KYLLIS! BUT WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT A MINUTE! LOOK AT THOR'S ARM!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, NO! That didn't look right! Ash landed almost directly across Thor's upper body, and Thor's arm got caught underneath him!"

                                   

                                  Thor immediately rolls onto his side, clutching his left arm against his chest!

                                  His face twists in pain.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, that's nasty! That's really nasty! His arm bent completely the wrong way when they landed!"

                                   

                                  Ash rolls off Thor and pushes himself to his feet.

                                  He initially takes a step forward, seemingly preparing to continue his attack.

                                   

                                  But then he stops.

                                  Thor is still lying on his side, gripping his arm.

                                   

                                  Ash looks down at him.

                                  His eyes move from Thor's face to the injured arm.

                                  He doesn't attack.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And look at Ash Kyllis! He's stopped! He's seen something wrong with Thor's arm!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "That's not something we usually see from Ash. Normally, if he spots a weakness, he's straight on it!"

                                   

                                  Ash stands motionless, his fists hanging loosely at his sides.

                                   

                                  The referee quickly kneels beside Thor.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "Thor! Thor, talk to me! You all right?"

                                   

                                  Thor grimaces, holding his arm close to his body.

                                   

                                  THOR: "My arm..."

                                   

                                  The referee carefully checks the limb, asking Thor to move his fingers.

                                  Ash takes another half-step forward.

                                  The referee immediately raises a hand.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "Ash! Back up! Give me some room!"

                                   

                                  Ash looks at the referee.

                                  Then at Thor.

                                  He backs away.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And our official is stopping the action for the moment. Rightfully so. Thor may have suffered an injury to that arm!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And what is Ash doing?! This is exactly the sort of opening Balor Wolfe was talking about!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, don't start that, Valerie!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "No, seriously! Think about what Balor said backstage! He told Ash that when an opening presents itself, he'll take it! Well, there it is! Thor's practically gift-wrapped an injured arm for him!"

                                   

                                  Ash stands in the neutral corner.

                                  He looks down at his hands.

                                  Then back towards Thor.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "You're bringing up a very interesting point, Valerie. Earlier tonight, the Infernal Crown Champion confronted Ash Kyllis and accused him of being an opportunist. Told him that no matter how noble he pretends to be, he'll always exploit an opening."

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "But there's a difference between capitalising on a wrestling mistake and attacking somebody who might genuinely be hurt!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Of course there is! But look at Ash! Normally, he doesn't hesitate for anything. Now he's standing there like he doesn't know what to do!"

                                   

                                  The camera catches Ash rubbing his jaw.

                                   

                                  His expression is unusually troubled.

                                  He looks towards Thor again.

                                  The referee is helping Thor into a seated position.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "Can you move it?"

                                   

                                  Thor slowly straightens his arm.

                                  He winces.

                                   

                                  THOR: "Agh... yes."

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "You sure you can continue?"

                                   

                                  Thor nods.

                                   

                                  THOR: "I'm not finished."

                                   

                                  The referee signals towards ringside, asking the medical staff to remain nearby.

                                   

                                  The crowd begins clapping in encouragement.

                                   

                                  "THOR! THOR! THOR!"

                                   

                                  Almost a full minute passes as Thor carefully tests his arm.

                                  He flexes his fingers.

                                  Rotates his shoulder.

                                  Then slowly pushes himself to his feet.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "This has been quite a lengthy stoppage, but Thor is refusing to quit! He's back on his feet!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "You can see that arm is still bothering him, Ash. But Thor is one tough competitor!"

                                   

                                  The referee takes one final look at Thor.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "You good?"

                                   

                                  Thor nods firmly.

                                   

                                  THOR: "Continue."

                                   

                                  The referee steps backwards.

                                  He looks towards Ash.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "All right! Let's go!"

                                   

                                  The referee signals for the match to continue.

                                   

                                  Ash slowly leaves his corner.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And here we go again! But you've got to wonder whether that interruption has broken Ash Kyllis' momentum!"

                                   

                                  Ash approaches Thor.

                                   

                                  He's moving cautiously now.

                                  Thor adjusts his footing.

                                   

                                  Ash hesitates for just a fraction of a second—

                                  THOR EXPLODES FORWARD!

                                   

                                  He catches Ash around the waist!

                                  SPINEBUSTER!

                                  BOOOOOM!

                                   

                                  Ash is driven violently into the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER BY THOR! OUT OF NOWHERE!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, WHAT A COUNTER! Ash wasn't ready for that!"

                                   

                                  Thor grimaces as the impact jars his injured arm.

                                  But he doesn't stop!

                                   

                                  He grabs Ash by the upper body, dragging him back onto his feet!

                                   

                                  Ash tries to throw a short elbow—

                                  Thor ducks underneath!

                                   

                                  He catches Ash across the chest and back—

                                  URANAGE!

                                  THUUUUD!

                                  Ash crashes flat onto the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "URANAGE! THOR WITH THE URANAGE! TWO HUGE POWER MOVES BACK-TO-BACK!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "THERE YOU GO! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HESITATE! Thor doesn't care about your little moral dilemma, Ash!"

                                   

                                  Thor immediately hooks the near leg!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR INTO THE COVER!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ONE!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "TWO!"

                                   

                                  ASH KICKS OUT!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "TWO COUNT! ASH KYLLIS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And look at Thor! Two enormous power moves, despite that arm clearly still causing him some discomfort!"

                                   

                                  Thor sits upright beside Ash, shaking his left arm out.

                                   

                                  Ash rolls onto his stomach, both hands pressing against the mat.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "That's the price of being distracted! You give somebody like Thor even a second to recover, and he'll make you pay for it!"

                                   

                                  Thor rises to one knee.

                                  Ash rolls towards the ropes, clearly trying to put some distance between them.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash Kyllis looking to create some separation here. I think those two power moves have knocked the wind right out of him!"

                                   

                                  Ash grabs the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  He pulls himself underneath it and rolls onto the apron.

                                  Then drops to the ringside floor.

                                  The crowd murmurs.

                                   

                                  Ash stands beside the ring, bent slightly forward.

                                   

                                  He puts both hands on his hips.

                                   

                                  Then shakes his head.

                                  Once.

                                  Twice.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Look at Ash, Ash. That's frustration."

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Frustration? That's confusion! Balor Wolfe got inside his head earlier tonight, and now Ash is paying for it!"

                                   

                                  Ash raises his head.

                                   

                                  He stares at the canvas.

                                  Then shakes his head again.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "He certainly doesn't seem himself. Ash Kyllis had complete control of this match before that awkward landing. But the moment he saw Thor injured, he stopped."

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And I don't think he's regretting showing concern, Ash. I think he's frustrated because he allowed the situation to distract him!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Or maybe he's finally realising Balor was right! He's so worried about proving he's not an opportunist that he's forgotten how to actually wrestle!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ONE!"

                                   

                                  Inside the ring, Thor has climbed back to his feet.

                                  He massages his left arm, wincing slightly.

                                  Then notices Ash standing outside.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Thor's back up! Look at him watching Ash Kyllis on the floor!"

                                   

                                  Thor approaches the ropes.

                                  He looks out at Ash.

                                   

                                  Ash remains near the corner of the ring, breathing heavily.

                                  Thor steps through the ropes and drops onto the floor.

                                   

                                  The referee gestures for both men to return to the ring, restarting his count with both competitors outside.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor following Ash Kyllis to the outside! And I'm not sure this is a good idea with that injured arm!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Especially after what happened with that suicide dive earlier!"

                                   

                                  Thor takes several steps away from the ring, creating distance.

                                  He rotates his good shoulder.

                                   

                                  Then begins moving around the ringside area.

                                   

                                  Faster.

                                  And faster!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "WAIT A MINUTE! THOR'S BUILDING UP SPEED!"

                                   

                                  Ash looks up.

                                  Thor breaks into a full sprint around the ring!

                                  The crowd rises!

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "OH, HERE WE GO! HERE COMES THE GOD OF THUNDER!"

                                   

                                  Thor rounds the corner, charging straight towards Ash!

                                  Ash remains motionless for a split second.

                                   

                                  His eyes lock onto Thor's approaching legs.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR COMING AROUND THE RING! ASH KYLLIS IS RIGHT IN HIS PATH!"

                                   

                                  At the very last moment—

                                  Ash drops low!

                                   

                                  Both boots leave the floor!

                                   

                                  LOW DROPKICK TO THE KNEE!

                                  CRACK!

                                   

                                  Ash's feet smash into the front of Thor's right knee!

                                  Thor's leg buckles beneath him!

                                  His entire upper body pitches forward!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "DROPKICK! ASH WENT LOW! HE CAUGHT THOR RIGHT IN THE KNEE!"

                                   

                                  Thor desperately tries to catch himself—

                                  But his injured arm is on the wrong side of his body!

                                   

                                  He can't stop his momentum!

                                  THUUUUNK!

                                  THOR GOES FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!

                                  The crowd erupts!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH MY GOD! THOR JUST WENT FACE-FIRST INTO THE RING POST! ASH KYLLIS TOOK OUT THE KNEE AND SENT HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE STEEL!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "WHAT A COUNTER! Ash saw Thor coming, waited until the very last possible moment, and took his legs right out from underneath him!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HAHA! THERE IT IS! THERE'S THE ASH KYLLIS WE KNOW! One second he's standing there looking lost, and the next he's sending somebody face-first into a steel post!"

                                   

                                  Thor recoils from the impact and collapses onto his side beside the ring.

                                  He immediately reaches towards his forehead with his good hand.

                                  His other arm remains tucked close to his body.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor is down! Thor is down on the outside! And that steel ring post does not give an inch!"

                                   

                                  Ash lands on his hip following the dropkick.

                                  He quickly rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself onto one knee.

                                   

                                  He looks at Thor.

                                  Then at the ring post.

                                  His breathing grows heavier.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "But notice something, Ash. Ash didn't follow up on that injured arm. He saw Thor charging and went straight for the knee instead!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, don't start giving him a medal for that! Thor tried to run him over, and Ash found the best way to stop him. That's called being smart!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "It was certainly an extraordinary display of timing! Ash Kyllis waited until Thor was almost on top of him before delivering that dropkick!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ONE!"

                                   

                                  Ash slowly rises to his feet.

                                  Thor remains down, one hand pressed against the floor.

                                   

                                  Ash takes a few steps towards him.

                                  Then stops.

                                   

                                  His eyes briefly settle on Thor's injured arm again.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, come on, Ash! Don't start thinking about it again!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "He's not rushing in, Valerie. He's assessing the situation!"

                                   

                                  Ash looks away from the arm.

                                  Instead, he focuses on Thor's right knee.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "You know, Marcus, we heard Ash say something very interesting during that interview earlier. He said the old Ash would run straight at Thor, but the new Ash waits until his opponent is standing in the wrong place."

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And that's exactly what we just witnessed! Thor came charging around the ring, and Ash knew precisely where to strike!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Well, he'd better decide what kind of wrestler he wants to be pretty quickly, because Thor isn't going to stay down forever!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "TWO!"

                                   

                                  Thor rolls onto his stomach, trying to push himself up.

                                  His right leg briefly gives way.

                                   

                                  Ash stands nearby.

                                  Motionless.

                                  Watching.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "The injured arm, now that knee, and a collision with the steel post! Thor is in serious trouble!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "But look at Ash's eyes. That hesitation is disappearing. He's starting to find his focus again."

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And that's bad news for Thor. Because whatever Balor Wolfe said earlier, it looks like Ash Kyllis has finally remembered what he came here to do!"

                                   

                                  The camera closes in on Ash's expression.

                                  No smile.

                                  No celebration.

                                  Just his eyes tracking Thor's every movement.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "The God of Thunder has been rocked, Ash Kyllis has regained control, and the question now is whether Thor can overcome not one, but two potentially compromised limbs!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "THREE!"

                                   

                                  Ash takes another step towards the fallen Thor.

                                  The crowd grows louder.

                                  And the match continues.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Ash Kyllis has Thor in serious trouble here at ringside! That dropkick to the knee sent the God of Thunder face-first into the steel ring post, and now Thor is struggling just to get back to his feet!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "We've seen Thor take some tremendous punishment tonight, Ash, but Ash Kyllis is beginning to put everything together! He's showing us speed, strength, and a much more calculated approach than we've seen from him in the past!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Calculated? He just sent a man face-first into a steel post! I suppose that's one way to solve a problem!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "FOUR!"

                                   

                                  Thor braces himself against the ring apron, clutching his injured arm while trying to put weight on his right leg.

                                   

                                  Ash stands a few feet away.

                                  He watches Thor struggle.

                                   

                                  His eyes drift briefly towards the injured knee.

                                  Then he gives a small nod.

                                   

                                  Almost as though he's made a decision.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And there's that look again from Ash Kyllis! He's got something in mind!"

                                   

                                  Ash moves forward.

                                  He reaches down, wraps both arms around Thor's torso and begins to lift!

                                   

                                  Thor tries to plant his feet—

                                  But Ash doesn't give him the chance!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "WAIT A MINUTE! ASH HAS GOT HOLD OF THOR!"

                                   

                                  Ash bends his knees.

                                  His arms tighten.

                                   

                                  And with an explosive burst of strength—

                                  DEADLIFT!

                                   

                                  He hoists Thor completely off the floor!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, LOOK AT THE STRENGTH!"

                                   

                                  Ash readjusts his grip and presses Thor HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD!

                                   

                                  For a moment, the God of Thunder is suspended overhead, his body stretched horizontally above Ash's outstretched arms!

                                   

                                  The crowd erupts!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "HE'S GOT HIM UP! HE'S GOT THOR OVER HIS HEAD! ASH KYLLIS IS HOLDING THE GOD OF THUNDER ABOVE HIM!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT'S THOR! HE'S JUST DEADLIFTED THOR OFF THE FLOOR!"

                                   

                                  Ash lets out a sharp grunt—

                                  AND THROWS THOR OVER THE TOP ROPE!

                                   

                                  BOOOOOM!

                                   

                                  Thor flies over the ropes and crashes into the ring, landing heavily on his back before rolling towards the centre of the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH MY GOODNESS! ASH KYLLIS JUST LAUNCHED THOR BACK INTO THE RING! WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE DISPLAY OF POWER!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "THAT IS RIDICULOUS STRENGTH! He didn't use the ropes, he didn't use the apron! He picked Thor up from the floor and threw him clean over the top rope!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And listen to this crowd! They're going absolutely nuts for him!"

                                   

                                  The arena erupts in applause!

                                   

                                  "ASH! ASH! ASH! ASH!"

                                   

                                  Ash looks up at the crowd.

                                  His expression remains intense, but the corner of his mouth turns upwards.

                                  He gives the audience another small nod.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And I think Ash Kyllis is starting to realise he's winning these fans over! They are loving what they're seeing from The Flawless Weapon!"

                                   

                                  Ash turns towards the ring.

                                  He drops down and rolls beneath the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  Thor has begun pushing himself up near the centre of the canvas.

                                   

                                  But Ash isn't walking towards him.

                                  Instead, he's turning towards the ropes.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash back inside now, and he's heading towards the ropes—"

                                   

                                  Ash breaks into a sprint!

                                  He hits the ropes!

                                  TWANG!

                                   

                                  Rebounds!

                                  Crosses the ring!

                                  Hits the opposite ropes!

                                  TWANG!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, here we go! Look at him move!"

                                   

                                  Ash continues running!

                                  His boots thunder against the canvas!

                                   

                                  One rebound!

                                  Another!

                                  Each crossing seemingly faster than the last!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH KYLLIS IS BUILDING UP AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT OF SPEED HERE!"

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "What the hell is he doing?! He's practically turning himself into a human missile!"

                                   

                                  Thor manages to rise onto one knee.

                                  He shakes his head.

                                   

                                  Looks up—

                                  Ash is already coming!

                                   

                                  RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

                                  CRAAAAACK!

                                   

                                  Ash drives his knee straight into Thor's upper chest and jaw!

                                  Thor snaps backwards and crashes onto his back!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "RUNNING KNEE! ASH KYLLIS JUST BLASTED THOR WITH THAT KNEE!"

                                   

                                  But Ash doesn't stop!

                                   

                                  He lands on his feet, takes two rapid steps, and immediately accelerates towards the ropes again!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "HE'S STILL GOING! HE HASN'T STOPPED!"

                                   

                                  Ash charges towards the corner!

                                  Plants one foot on the middle rope!

                                   

                                  Springs onto the top rope!

                                  And launches himself backwards!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THIS!"

                                   

                                  SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT ELBOW DROP!

                                  Ash flips backwards through the air!

                                   

                                  His body rotates beautifully—

                                  And he comes crashing down elbow-first across Thor's chest!

                                  BOOOOOOM!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "MOONSAULT ELBOW DROP! MOONSAULT ELBOW DROP FROM ASH KYLLIS! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SEQUENCE!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "THAT'S THE ASH KYLLIS COMBINATION I LOVE! THE RUNNING KNEE, STRAIGHT BACK INTO THE ROPES, AND THEN THAT BEAUTIFUL MOONSAULT ELBOW! ALL WITHOUT LOSING HIS MOMENTUM!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HOW IS SOMEBODY THAT STRONG MOVING THAT FAST?! HE'S BUILT LIKE A POWERHOUSE AND FLYING AROUND LIKE A CRUISERWEIGHT!"

                                   

                                  Ash bounces slightly from the landing.

                                  He immediately throws an arm across Thor's chest!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH INTO THE COVER! THIS COULD DO IT!"

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ONE!"

                                  REFEREE: "TWO!"

                                   

                                  THOR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "NO! THOR KICKS OUT AT TWO!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And you've got to give Thor credit! After everything he's taken, he's still fighting!"

                                   

                                  Ash pushes himself onto his knees.

                                  He looks at the referee.

                                   

                                  The official raises two fingers.

                                  Ash gives a short nod.

                                   

                                  No argument.

                                  No frustration.

                                  He simply turns back towards Thor.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And that's the scary thing! He's not angry about the kickout! He's already thinking about what he's going to do next!"

                                   

                                  Ash grabs Thor by the shoulder and the back of his neck.

                                  He hauls the God of Thunder upright.

                                   

                                  Thor throws a desperate hammer fist towards Ash's ribs!

                                  THUD!

                                   

                                  Ash winces!

                                  Thor throws another!

                                  But Ash drives a knee into Thor's stomach!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor trying to fight his way back into this with those heavy hammer fists, but Ash cuts him off!"

                                   

                                  Ash grabs Thor by the wrist.

                                   

                                  Pulls him forward!

                                   

                                  And wraps both arms around his waist!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, look out! He's got him!"

                                   

                                  Ash lifts!

                                  Turns!

                                   

                                  HIGH-ANGLE SPINEBUSTER!

                                  BOOOOOOM!

                                   

                                  Thor crashes down across the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "SPINEBUSTER! A HUGE HIGH-ANGLE SPINEBUSTER FROM ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "GOOD GRIEF! He nearly put Thor through the ring!"

                                   

                                  Thor's legs kick into the air from the impact.

                                   

                                  Ash releases his grip and rises immediately to his feet.

                                  He doesn't attempt a cover.

                                   

                                  Instead, he reaches down again!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Ash isn't finished! He's going straight back after Thor!"

                                   

                                  Ash grabs Thor around the midsection.

                                   

                                  He secures a tight gutwrench grip.

                                  Thor tries to hook one leg around Ash's ankle to prevent the lift.

                                   

                                  But Ash adjusts his stance.

                                  Plants his feet.

                                  And powers upward!

                                   

                                  DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SLAM!

                                  THUUUUUUUD!

                                  Ash swings Thor up and over, driving him violently into the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "GUTWRENCH SLAM! DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SLAM! TWO ENORMOUS POWER MOVES BACK-TO-BACK!"

                                   

                                  Ash releases Thor.

                                  He stands tall in the centre of the ring!

                                   

                                  His chest heaves.

                                  His fists clench.

                                  And for the first time in the match, he throws his head backwards—

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!"

                                   

                                  The roar echoes throughout the arena!

                                  The crowd ERUPTS!

                                   

                                  "ASH! ASH! ASH! ASH!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "LISTEN TO THAT! LISTEN TO THIS BUILDING! ASH KYLLIS IS ABSOLUTELY FIRED UP!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! Forget Balor Wolfe! Forget the interview! Forget all that nonsense about whether he's an opportunist! THIS is what Ash Kyllis does!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "The Flawless Weapon is operating at another level right now! Thor can barely get off the canvas, and Ash Kyllis is showing absolutely extraordinary strength!"

                                   

                                  Ash lowers his head.

                                  His eyes fix on Thor.

                                   

                                  He takes one deep breath.

                                  Then moves forward again.

                                   

                                  Thor is lying near the corner, struggling to push himself onto his hands and knees.

                                  Ash bends down.

                                   

                                  He grabs Thor by the shoulder and waist, pulling him upright.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Ash going right back to work! He knows Thor is hurt, and he's not giving him any time to recover!"

                                   

                                  Ash gets Thor onto his feet.

                                   

                                  He reaches around his body, preparing to lift him again—

                                  But Thor suddenly plants both boots against the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "WAIT! THOR'S FIGHTING BACK!"

                                   

                                  Thor wraps his arms around Ash's waist!

                                   

                                  Ash tries to widen his stance—

                                  Too late!

                                  Thor drives forward!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "THOR'S GOT HIM! THOR'S GOT ASH!"

                                   

                                  Thor charges towards the corner!

                                   

                                  Ash struggles against the grip, trying to break free!

                                  But Thor continues driving!

                                   

                                  The referee, who had been moving around the corner to maintain a clear view, suddenly finds himself caught directly behind Ash!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT! THE REFEREE!"

                                   

                                  CRAAAAASH!

                                   

                                  Thor drives Ash backwards into the turnbuckles!

                                  But Ash's back collides with the referee first!

                                  The official is crushed between Ash and the corner!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH NO! THE REFEREE! THE REFEREE JUST GOT CAUGHT IN THE CORNER!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, THAT'S BAD! THAT'S REALLY BAD!"

                                   

                                  The referee collapses forward, falling onto his hands and knees before rolling onto his side!

                                  Ash stumbles out of the corner, immediately turning his head towards the fallen official.

                                   

                                  Thor releases his grip.

                                  Both competitors stop.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And both men have realised what's happened! Our official has been caught in that collision!"

                                   

                                  Ash takes a step towards the referee.

                                  He looks down at him.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Ref?"

                                   

                                  The official groans, one arm wrapped around his stomach.

                                  Ash looks towards Thor.

                                  Thor is standing several feet away, breathing heavily, his injured left arm hanging slightly lower than the right.

                                  For a moment, neither man moves.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And look at Ash! He's stopped again!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

                                   

                                  Ash raises one hand slightly towards Thor, signalling for him to hold on.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Ref's down."

                                   

                                  Thor looks towards the official.

                                  Then towards Ash.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash Kyllis is refusing to take advantage of the referee being down! He's trying to make sure the official is all right before continuing!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And that's the right thing to do! This has been a hard-fought contest between two tremendous athletes! Neither man needs to take advantage of an accident like this!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Well, somebody had better tell Thor that!"

                                   

                                  Ash turns his head back towards the referee.

                                  The official begins crawling towards the ropes.

                                   

                                  And behind Ash—

                                  Thor's expression changes.

                                  His jaw tightens.

                                   

                                  His eyes settle on Ash's exposed back.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Wait a minute..."

                                   

                                  Thor takes a step forward.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "OH, I LIKE THIS!"

                                   

                                  Ash hears the movement.

                                  He begins to turn—

                                  But Thor is already upon him!

                                  THOR GRABS ASH!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR! THOR'S GOT HOLD OF ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  Thor ducks underneath Ash's arm!

                                  He wraps his arms around Ash's upper body!

                                  And lifts!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "WAIT! WHAT'S THOR DOING?! ASH WAS CHECKING ON THE REFEREE!"

                                   

                                  Thor hoists Ash across his shoulders!

                                  Ash's eyes widen!

                                   

                                  He immediately begins struggling, kicking his legs and trying to slide free!

                                  But Thor tightens his grip!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH NO! OH NO! WE KNOW THIS POSITION!"

                                   

                                  Thor stands in the centre of the ring.

                                  Ash is trapped across his shoulders!

                                   

                                  The God of Thunder takes a deep breath.

                                  His injured arm visibly trembles beneath the strain.

                                   

                                  But he refuses to let go!

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HE'S GOT HIM! HE'S GOT HIM! THE GOD OF THUNDER HAS HIM!"

                                   

                                  Thor holds Ash aloft for several agonising seconds.

                                  Ash desperately tries to twist his body free!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "COME ON! NOT LIKE THIS! THE REFEREE IS DOWN!"

                                   

                                  Thor adjusts his grip—

                                  And drops!

                                  MJOLNIR'S WRATH!!!

                                   

                                  STALLING BURNING HAMMER!!!

                                  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

                                   

                                  Ash is driven violently into the canvas!

                                  His body recoils from the impact before collapsing flat against the mat!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "MJOLNIR'S WRATH! MJOLNIR'S WRATH! THOR JUST HIT THE STALLING BURNING HAMMER ON ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, COME ON! COME ON, THOR! NOT LIKE THAT!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HAHAHA! THERE IT IS! THERE'S THE OPENING! AND THOR TOOK IT!"

                                   

                                  The crowd erupts into a mixture of cheers, shocked gasps and boos!

                                   

                                  Thor drops onto one knee, clutching his injured arm after delivering the devastating move.

                                   

                                  Ash lies motionless beside him.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE'VE JUST SEEN! ASH KYLLIS HAD STOPPED TO CHECK ON THE REFEREE, AND THOR TOOK FULL ADVANTAGE!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "That's what makes this so frustrating, Ash! Ash had Thor beaten down! He was dominating this match! Then the referee gets caught in the corner, Ash does the honourable thing, and Thor hits him with Mjolnir's Wrath!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, spare me the outrage! Isn't this exactly what Balor Wolfe was talking about?! When the opening comes, you take it! Thor understood that. Ash didn't!"

                                   

                                  Thor looks down at Ash.

                                   

                                  For a brief moment, his expression is difficult to read.

                                  Then he drops across Ash's chest!

                                  He hooks the leg!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR INTO THE COVER! THOR INTO THE COVER!"

                                   

                                  But the referee isn't there!

                                  The official is still lying near the corner, struggling to recover.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "BUT THERE'S NO REFEREE! THERE'S NOBODY TO COUNT!"

                                   

                                  Thor keeps the leg hooked.

                                  The crowd begins counting anyway!

                                   

                                  CROWD: "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And there's nobody to make it official! Thor has the cover, but the referee is still down!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, that's delicious! Thor finally takes the opportunity, and the very reason he got it is stopping him from winning!"

                                   

                                  Thor finally releases the leg and sits upright.

                                   

                                  He looks towards the referee.

                                   

                                  Then back towards Ash, who has barely moved following the Burning Hammer.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And look at the situation now! Ash Kyllis has been absolutely devastated by Mjolnir's Wrath, Thor has potentially suffered further damage to that injured arm, and our referee is still trying to get his bearings!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "But one thing is very clear to me, Ash. Balor Wolfe's words have been hanging over this entire match. Ash Kyllis tried to prove that he didn't need to exploit every opportunity that came his way."

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And Thor just proved that sometimes the bloke willing to take the opening is the one who ends up standing!"

                                   

                                  The camera closes in on Ash Kyllis.

                                  His eyes are shut.

                                   

                                  His chest rises and falls slowly.

                                   

                                  Across the ring, the referee begins pulling himself upright using the bottom rope.

                                   

                                  Thor watches him.

                                  Then looks back at Ash.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "What a dramatic turn of events! Ash Kyllis had this match firmly in his control, but a split-second decision to check on the referee has cost him dearly! The God of Thunder has struck with Mjolnir's Wrath!"

                                   

                                  Thor begins pushing himself back to his feet.

                                  Ash remains on the canvas.

                                  And the referee has yet to regain his footing.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Can Ash Kyllis possibly recover from that devastating Burning Hammer? Or has the God of Thunder just changed the course of this entire contest?!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "We're still trying to make sense of what just happened! Thor connected with Mjolnir's Wrath after Ash Kyllis stopped to check on our fallen official! Thor had the cover, but there was nobody available to count the pinfall!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And I still don't like how we got here, Ash! Ash was doing the right thing! He was checking on the referee, and Thor took advantage of that situation!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, stop crying about it! Balor Wolfe told Ash exactly what would happen! You see an opportunity, you take it! Thor did exactly that, and now he's one move away from winning this match!"

                                   

                                  Thor slowly pulls himself to his feet.

                                  His left arm still hangs awkwardly at his side, and his right leg visibly struggles to support his weight.

                                  But he remains standing.

                                   

                                  Across the ring, Ash Kyllis is sprawled on his stomach following the devastating Burning Hammer.

                                  Thor looks towards the referee.

                                   

                                  The official is still down near the corner, one hand gripping the bottom rope as he struggles to recover.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor checking on the referee again, but our official still hasn't recovered from that collision in the corner!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And Thor knows he can't afford to waste any more time! The longer Ash gets to recover, the more dangerous this becomes!"

                                   

                                  Thor turns back towards Ash.

                                  He reaches down, grabs him by the shoulder, and drags him upright.

                                  Ash's legs wobble beneath him.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, come on! Ash can barely stand after that Burning Hammer!"

                                   

                                  Thor pulls Ash into position.

                                   

                                  He bends down.

                                  Hooks his arms around Ash's torso.

                                   

                                  And begins lifting him upside down!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "WAIT A MINUTE! THOR'S GOING FOR SOMETHING ELSE!"

                                   

                                  Thor uses his immense strength to raise Ash higher!

                                  Ash's legs begin pointing towards the ceiling!

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "OH, HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR'S LOOKING FOR VALHALLA! HE'S LOOKING FOR THAT DEVASTATING SPIKE PILEDRIVER!"

                                   

                                  Thor attempts to push Ash into the fully elevated position.

                                  But his injured arm trembles beneath the strain!

                                   

                                  Ash suddenly comes alive!

                                  He begins twisting his hips!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "WAIT! ASH IS FIGHTING! ASH IS FIGHTING OUT OF IT!"

                                   

                                  Ash hooks his leg around Thor's shoulder!

                                  He shifts his weight!

                                  Thor's damaged knee buckles!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR CAN'T KEEP HIM UP!"

                                   

                                  Ash slips down Thor's side!

                                  His boots hit the canvas!

                                   

                                  Thor desperately reaches out to regain control—

                                  But Ash catches one of his legs!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH HAS THE LEG! ASH HAS THE LEG!"

                                   

                                  Ash scoops Thor off the canvas, using the captured leg to throw his balance completely off!

                                  Thor struggles!

                                  Ash roars!

                                  And drives him down!

                                   

                                  THE BREAK!!!

                                  HIGH-IMPACT SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!

                                   

                                  BOOOOOOOOM!

                                  The ring shakes beneath the impact!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THE BREAK! THE BREAK! ASH KYLLIS COUNTERED VALHALLA INTO THE BREAK!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "WHAT A COUNTER! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE COUNTER! HE WAS UPSIDE DOWN, SECONDS AWAY FROM VALHALLA, AND SOMEHOW HE TURNED THE WHOLE THING AROUND!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "THAT'S IT! THOR'S FINISHED! THAT'S GOT TO BE IT!"

                                   

                                  Ash remains seated from the powerbomb.

                                  Thor's legs are folded over his body.

                                  Ash tightens his grip!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH HAS THE COVER! HE'S GOT HIM FOLDED UP!"

                                   

                                  The crowd begins counting!

                                   

                                  CROWD: "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

                                   

                                  But the referee is still down!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "BUT THERE'S STILL NO REFEREE! ASH KYLLIS HAS HIT THE BREAK, BUT THERE'S NOBODY TO COUNT!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! HE HAD HIM! HE ABSOLUTELY HAD HIM!"

                                   

                                  Ash finally releases the cover.

                                   

                                  He falls backwards onto the canvas, staring at the arena lights.

                                  His chest rises and falls rapidly.

                                  He turns his head towards the referee.

                                   

                                  Then towards Thor.

                                  Both men are down.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, this is ridiculous! First Thor couldn't get a count, now Ash can't get one! Somebody get another referee out here!"

                                   

                                  Ash rolls onto his stomach.

                                   

                                  He slowly begins pulling himself up using the ropes.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash Kyllis trying to recover, but after everything these two men have put each other through, you have to wonder how much either of them has left!"

                                   

                                  Ash reaches one knee.

                                  His hand grips the middle rope.

                                  He shakes his head, trying to clear the effects of Mjolnir's Wrath.

                                   

                                  Then—

                                  The crowd begins booing.

                                   

                                  At first, only a few scattered voices.

                                   

                                  Then more.

                                  And more.

                                   

                                  Until the entire arena is filled with a deafening chorus.

                                  BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Wait a minute... What's going on?"

                                   

                                  Ash looks around, confused.

                                  The camera remains tightly focused on his face.

                                  The booing grows louder.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "What's happening? Why is everybody booing?"

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, somebody's not happy about something!"

                                   

                                  Ash pulls himself onto his feet.

                                  He notices something moving behind him.

                                  His eyebrows narrow.

                                   

                                  He turns around—

                                  SUPERKICK!!!

                                  CRAAAAACK!

                                   

                                  A boot catches Ash Kyllis directly across the jaw!

                                  His head snaps backwards!

                                  His legs buckle!

                                  And he collapses onto the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "WHAT THE—?! SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK TO ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  The camera finally pulls back.

                                   

                                  Standing over Ash Kyllis—

                                  With a wicked grin across his face—

                                  BALOR WOLFE.

                                   

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "BALOR WOLFE?! WHAT THE HELL IS BALOR WOLFE DOING HERE?!"

                                   

                                  The boos become thunderous!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, COME ON! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! BALOR WOLFE?!"

                                   

                                  Balor stands in the centre of the ring.

                                   

                                  The Infernal Crown Champion looks considerably different from the bloodied wreck who interrupted Ash's interview earlier.

                                  His long platinum-blonde hair has been washed clean and hangs loosely over his shoulders.

                                   

                                  The blood has been cleaned from his face, although the dressing near his hairline and bruising around his cheek remain visible.

                                  He's wearing black jeans, trainers, and a black Radio Silence merchandise T-shirt.

                                  And he's smiling.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HAHAHA! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THE CHAMPION'S BACK!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Balor Wolfe! After everything that happened in Hell in a Cell against Elijah, after everything he said to Ash Kyllis backstage, the Infernal Crown Champion has just inserted himself into this match!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And with the referee down! Of course he waits until the referee is down!"

                                   

                                  Balor looks down at Ash.

                                  He gives his jaw a small rub, mocking the damage from the superkick.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Ooh! That looked painful, mate!"

                                   

                                  He chuckles.

                                  Ash lies on his side, clutching his face.

                                  Balor crouches slightly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Should've seen that opening coming!"

                                   

                                  The crowd responds with another wall of boos.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Balor Wolfe has absolutely no business being out here!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, he's just saying hello to an old friend!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "He kicked him in the bloody face, Valerie!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Some people have different ways of saying hello!"

                                   

                                  But Balor's attention suddenly shifts.

                                   

                                  Behind him—

                                  Thor is getting up.

                                   

                                  The God of Thunder slowly rises to his feet.

                                  He sees Balor standing over Ash.

                                   

                                  Then looks towards the referee.

                                  Then back at Balor.

                                  His expression twists into fury.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "AND LOOK AT THOR! THOR'S BACK ON HIS FEET! HE'S SEEN BALOR WOLFE!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And Thor is NOT happy!"

                                   

                                  Thor steps towards Balor.

                                   

                                  THOR: "WOLFE!"

                                   

                                  Balor slowly turns around.

                                  His grin doesn't disappear.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh! Hello, big fella!"

                                   

                                  Thor points towards Ash.

                                   

                                  THOR: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

                                   

                                  Balor looks over his shoulder at Ash.

                                  Then back at Thor.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "What? Me?"

                                   

                                  He points innocently at himself.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Nothing! Just having a lovely chat!"

                                   

                                  Thor advances another step.

                                   

                                  THOR: "THIS IS NOT YOUR BATTLE!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Well, technically, it's not yours either if you keep shouting at me instead of wrestling."

                                   

                                  Thor grabs Balor by the front of his T-shirt!

                                  The crowd CHEERS!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THOR'S GOT BALOR WOLFE! AND LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "GOOD! SOMEBODY NEEDS TO TEACH HIM A LESSON!"

                                   

                                  Thor pulls Balor towards him.

                                   

                                  THOR: "YOU WILL NOT DISHONOUR THIS CONTEST!"

                                   

                                  Balor looks down at Thor's hand gripping his shirt.

                                  Then slowly raises his eyes.

                                  The grin returns.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, mate..."

                                   

                                  He places one hand against Thor's wrist.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You really should've kept your hands to yourself."

                                   

                                  Suddenly—

                                  Balor breaks Thor's grip!

                                   

                                  Ducks underneath his arm!

                                  And hoists him onto his shoulders!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! BALOR'S GOT THOR UP!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "OH, HE'S GOT HIM! HE'S GOT HIM!"

                                   

                                  Thor is trapped across Balor's shoulders in a fireman's carry!

                                  He immediately begins struggling, but his damaged arm prevents him from establishing a proper grip!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "NO! COME ON! NOT THIS!"

                                   

                                  Balor adjusts his footing.

                                  Grins.

                                  And throws Thor forward off his shoulders!

                                   

                                  As Thor falls—

                                  BALOR DRIVES HIS KNEE STRAIGHT INTO THOR'S JAW!

                                   

                                  LIGHTS OUT!!!

                                  CRAAAAAAAAACK!!!

                                   

                                  Thor's head snaps backwards!

                                  His entire body crashes into the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT! BALOR WOLFE JUST HIT LIGHTS OUT ON THOR!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "OH, THAT IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING! HE'S JUST TAKEN OUT BOTH MEN!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HAHAHA! THERE IT IS! THE LIGHTS OUT! DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE, WHEN BALOR HITS THAT MOVE, YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE LIGHTS!"

                                   

                                  Thor lies sprawled on his back.

                                  His arms fall limply beside him.

                                   

                                  Balor stands over him.

                                  He looks down at the fallen powerhouse.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Should've stayed out of it, sunshine."

                                   

                                  Balor straightens his shirt.

                                  Then notices movement in the corner.

                                   

                                  The referee.

                                  The official has finally managed to push himself onto his hands and knees.

                                  He's beginning to regain his senses.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And the referee is starting to move! Finally, our official is recovering!"

                                   

                                  Balor looks towards the referee.

                                  Then towards the ropes.

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And look at Balor! He knows exactly when to leave!"

                                   

                                  But before exiting, Balor notices Ash Kyllis.

                                   

                                  Ash has dragged himself into the opposite corner.

                                   

                                  He's sitting against the bottom turnbuckle, one hand gripping the middle rope.

                                   

                                  His other hand rests against his jaw.

                                  And he's staring directly at Balor.

                                   

                                  Not confused.

                                  Not frightened.

                                   

                                  FURIOUS.

                                  Balor's grin widens.

                                   

                                  He walks slowly towards Ash.

                                  The crowd boos even louder.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And now Balor Wolfe is approaching Ash Kyllis again! Hasn't he done enough damage?!"

                                   

                                  Balor stops several feet away.

                                  He looks down at Ash.

                                   

                                  For a moment, neither speaks.

                                  Then Balor raises two fingers towards his forehead.

                                   

                                  A mocking salute.

                                  He gives Ash an exaggerated wink.

                                   

                                  And silently mouths—

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Get him, opportunist."

                                   

                                  Ash's eyes widen with anger.

                                  Balor points towards the unconscious Thor.

                                  Then shrugs, as though the rest is obvious.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, look at that smug expression! Balor Wolfe knows exactly what he's doing!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "This is deliberate! Every single bit of this is deliberate! He's not just interfering in the match, he's trying to prove a point to Ash Kyllis!"

                                   

                                  Balor steps through the ropes.

                                  He drops from the apron to the ringside floor.

                                   

                                  And disappears from the referee's immediate view as the official slowly pulls himself upright in the corner.

                                  Inside the ring, Ash stares after him.

                                   

                                  His jaw clenches.

                                  His breathing quickens.

                                   

                                  He looks towards Thor.

                                  Then back towards Balor.

                                  And suddenly—

                                  BANG!

                                   

                                  Ash punches the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "DAMN IT!"

                                   

                                  He strikes the mat again!

                                   

                                  BANG!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And look at the frustration from Ash Kyllis! He knows exactly what Balor Wolfe has done!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Because now what does he do, Ash?! Thor has been laid out by someone who wasn't even supposed to be involved! Ash knows this isn't how he wanted to win!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, give me a break! Balor practically handed him the match! All Ash has to do is finish the job!"

                                   

                                  Ash pulls himself up using the ropes.

                                  He stands in the corner, still breathing heavily.

                                   

                                  Across the ring, Thor is beginning to stir.

                                  He rolls onto his side.

                                   

                                  His movements are slow and uncoordinated.

                                  Ash watches him.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor trying to get back up after that Lights Out from Balor Wolfe! But I don't know how much more punishment the God of Thunder can possibly absorb!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And look at Ash. He's staring at Thor, but you can see the conflict on his face."

                                   

                                  Ash takes one step forward.

                                  Stops.

                                   

                                  He glances towards the referee.

                                  The official is upright now, leaning heavily against the ropes and rubbing the side of his head.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "Come on... keep it going..."

                                   

                                  Ash looks back at Thor.

                                  The crowd begins murmuring.

                                   

                                  He slowly backs into the opposite corner.

                                  His knees bend.

                                   

                                  His body lowers into a crouch.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Wait a minute..."

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, I know that look!"

                                   

                                  Ash places one hand against the middle rope.

                                  His eyes never leave Thor.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Ash... he's setting up for it."

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash Kyllis is crouched in the opposite corner! And Thor is struggling to get to his feet!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "DO IT, ASH! FINISH HIM!"

                                   

                                  Thor reaches one knee.

                                  Then plants his good foot beneath him.

                                   

                                  He uses the ropes to pull himself upright.

                                  Ash remains completely still.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Thor's getting up... but I don't think he has any idea what's waiting for him!"

                                   

                                  Thor releases the ropes.

                                  He staggers towards the centre of the ring.

                                  Ash slowly rises from his crouch.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Here it comes..."

                                   

                                  Ash reaches one arm behind his head.

                                  His fingers curl around an invisible shaft.

                                   

                                  He takes one deliberate step forward—

                                  And violently throws the imaginary spear directly towards Thor!

                                   

                                  THE SPEAR-THROW TAUNT!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "STYXFALL! HE'S CALLING FOR STYXFALL!"

                                   

                                  The moment Ash completes the motion—

                                  HE EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER!

                                   

                                  Thor turns—

                                  RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!!!

                                   

                                  CRAAAAAAACK!

                                  Ash's knee connects directly with Thor's jaw!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "KNEE STRIKE! THE KNEE CONNECTS!"

                                   

                                  Thor's body begins falling backwards!

                                  But Ash doesn't allow him to collapse!

                                   

                                  He reaches forward!

                                  Catches Thor around the waist!

                                   

                                  And uses his downward momentum to swing him upward!

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "HE'S GOT HIM! HE'S GOT HIM!"

                                   

                                  Ash powers Thor onto his shoulders!

                                  Then pushes him HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD!

                                  LAST RIDE POSITION!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH KYLLIS HAS THOR UP! HE'S GOT THE GOD OF THUNDER HIGH ABOVE HIS SHOULDERS!"

                                   

                                  Ash pauses for one brief moment.

                                  His arms tremble.

                                  His jaw tightens.

                                  And he ROARS!

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "RAAAAAAAAGH!"

                                   

                                  He drives Thor down!

                                   

                                  STYXFALL!!!

                                  LAST RIDE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!

                                   

                                  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

                                   

                                  The impact shakes the ring!

                                  Thor's body folds violently against the canvas!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "STYXFALL! STYXFALL! ASH KYLLIS JUST HIT STYXFALL ON THOR!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "GOOD GOD! WHAT A FINISHING COMBINATION! THE RUNNING KNEE STRAIGHT INTO THAT DEVASTATING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE MATCH! NOBODY'S GETTING UP FROM THAT!"

                                   

                                  Ash remains seated.

                                   

                                  He immediately folds Thor's legs over his body.

                                  His arms clamp tightly around the hold.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ASH HAS THE COVER! BOTH LEGS HOOKED! AND THE REFEREE IS FINALLY MOVING INTO POSITION!"

                                   

                                  The official stumbles away from the corner.

                                  He drops onto his knees beside the competitors.

                                   

                                  His hand rises—

                                  But Ash isn't looking at him.

                                   

                                  He's looking at Thor.

                                  His expression is strange.

                                   

                                  Almost desperate.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Wait... look at Ash."

                                   

                                  Ash's eyes remain fixed on Thor's face.

                                  The referee's hand comes down.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ONE!"

                                   

                                  A slow count.

                                  Ash doesn't move.

                                   

                                  His grip remains tight, but his eyes search Thor's face for any sign of movement.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "ONE! THE REFEREE COUNTS ONE!"

                                   

                                  The official raises his hand again.

                                  His movements are sluggish from the earlier collision.

                                  Ash looks down at Thor's shoulder.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "TWO!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "TWO!"

                                   

                                  The crowd rises!

                                  Ash's expression changes.

                                   

                                  His eyes widen slightly.

                                  For the briefest instant, his grip seems to relax.

                                   

                                  Almost as though he's expecting Thor to kick out.

                                  Almost as though he wants him to.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Ash... I don't think Ash wants it to end like this."

                                   

                                  Thor doesn't move.

                                  The referee's hand rises for the final time.

                                  Ash looks towards Thor's face.

                                  Waiting.

                                  Hoping.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "THREE!"

                                   

                                  DING! DING! DING!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "THREE! THREE! ASH KYLLIS HAS WON IT! ASH KYLLIS HAS DEFEATED THOR!"

                                   

                                  The crowd responds with a complicated mixture of cheers and boos.

                                  Ash doesn't celebrate.

                                  He remains seated over Thor, his arms still locked around the legs.

                                  The referee reaches down.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "Ash! Ash, let him go! Match is over!"

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't respond immediately.

                                  He's staring at Thor.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And Ash Kyllis isn't releasing that cover! That's something we've seen from him before!"

                                   

                                  The referee places a hand on Ash's shoulder.

                                   

                                  REFEREE: "ASH! LET GO!"

                                   

                                  Ash blinks.

                                  As though only now realising the match has ended.

                                   

                                  He slowly releases Thor's legs.

                                  Thor collapses flat against the canvas.

                                   

                                  Ash remains sitting beside him.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "And I don't think Ash Kyllis is happy, Ash. Not one bit."

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "He just won the match! He beat Thor! What's there to be unhappy about?!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Because he knows what happened! He knows Balor Wolfe interfered! He knows Thor got hit with Lights Out before Styxfall!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "And yet, he still hit the move! Nobody forced him to do that!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "That's the question that's going to follow Ash Kyllis after tonight. Balor Wolfe told him that when an opportunity presents itself, he'll take it. And in the end, that's exactly what happened."

                                   

                                  The referee rises.

                                  He raises Ash's arm.

                                  Ash barely acknowledges it.

                                   

                                  SHERI ORLEANS: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... THE FLAWLESS WEAPON... ASH KYLLIS!"

                                   

                                  Ash's entrance music begins playing.

                                   

                                  Some fans cheer.

                                   

                                  Others continue booing the circumstances of the victory.

                                   

                                  Ash slowly lowers his arm from the referee's grasp.

                                  He looks down at Thor.

                                  Then shakes his head.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Look at him. That's not a man celebrating a victory. That's a man who knows something was taken away from him."

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, please! He had every opportunity to refuse! He could've waited for Thor to recover. He could've done whatever he wanted! But when Thor got up, Ash hit Styxfall and pinned him!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "A victory is a victory in the record books, but the question is whether Ash Kyllis can take any satisfaction from this one."

                                   

                                  Ash slowly pulls himself to his feet.

                                   

                                  He takes a step towards the ropes.

                                   

                                  And then—

                                  CLAP.

                                  A single, slow clap.

                                  CLAP.

                                  Another.

                                  CLAP.

                                   

                                  The camera cuts to ringside.

                                   

                                  Standing beside the barricade, watching the ring—

                                  BALOR WOLFE.

                                   

                                  The Infernal Crown Champion has both hands raised in front of him.

                                   

                                  He's applauding.

                                  Slowly.

                                  Deliberately.

                                   

                                  CLAP.

                                  CLAP.

                                  CLAP.

                                   

                                  The crowd ERUPTS into boos!

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "OH, AND LOOK WHO'S STILL HERE! BALOR WOLFE! THE INFERNAL CROWN CHAMPION IS STILL AT RINGSIDE!"

                                   

                                  Balor wears an enormous, self-satisfied smirk.

                                   

                                  He continues clapping.

                                   

                                  His eyes remain fixed on Ash.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Oh, that smug son of a—! He's mocking him! He's standing there mocking Ash Kyllis!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "HAHAHA! Oh, you have to admire it! Balor told him exactly what kind of man he thought he was, and now he's standing there congratulating him for proving it!"

                                   

                                  Balor gives another exaggerated round of applause.

                                   

                                  Then points towards Ash.

                                  He nods approvingly.

                                   

                                  As though he's proud of him.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And I think Balor Wolfe has made his point tonight. He said Ash Kyllis was an opportunist. He said when the opening appeared, Ash would take it. And through his own interference, Balor made sure that opening existed!"

                                   

                                  Inside the ring, Ash stands motionless.

                                   

                                  His entrance music continues playing.

                                  But he isn't listening.

                                   

                                  He isn't acknowledging the fans.

                                  He isn't celebrating the victory.

                                   

                                  His eyes are locked onto Balor Wolfe.

                                  His fists slowly clench.

                                   

                                  His jaw tightens.

                                   

                                  Balor gives one final, deliberately slow clap.

                                   

                                  CLAP.

                                   

                                  Then he spreads his arms slightly and offers a mocking little bow.

                                  The smirk never leaves his face.

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Just look at Ash Kyllis' face. If looks could kill, Balor Wolfe wouldn't be standing there right now!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Balor had better enjoy that smile while he can, because I don't think Ash is going to forget this!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Ash Kyllis has won the match, but it's Balor Wolfe who seems to have gotten exactly what he wanted tonight!"

                                   

                                  The camera zooms in on Ash.

                                   

                                  His face is twisted into a murderous glare.

                                   

                                  He doesn't say a word.

                                  He doesn't move.

                                  He simply stares at Balor Wolfe.

                                   

                                  And at ringside, the Infernal Crown Champion stares right back.

                                   

                                  Still smirking.

                                   

                                  [CAMERA FADES TO BLACK]

                                   

                                  HEY! THAT WREK+ SUBSCRIPTION IS REALLY PAYING OFF NOW, AIN'T IT? BACK TO OUR SHOW.

                                   

                                  The broadcast returns to MAWL Wrestling with a replay of the controversial conclusion to Ash Kyllis versus Thor.

                                   

                                  The footage shows Ash connecting with The Break, only for the referee to remain unconscious.

                                   

                                  The replay then shows Balor Wolfe entering the ring, blasting Ash with a Superkick before delivering Lights Out to Thor.

                                   

                                  Finally, Ash connects with Styxfall and secures the victory, while Balor watches from ringside with that infuriating smirk.

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "Welcome back to MAWL Wrestling, ladies and gentlemen. And if you're just joining us, you've missed an absolutely extraordinary situation involving Ash Kyllis, Thor, and the reigning MAWL Infernal Crown Champion, Balor Wolfe!"

                                   

                                  MARCUS DONOVAN: "Extraordinary is one word for it, Ash! Disgraceful is another! Ash Kyllis and Thor were having a fantastic match until Balor Wolfe decided to stick his nose where it didn't belong!"

                                   

                                  VALERIE THOMAS: "Oh, give me a break! Ash still won the match, didn't he? He didn't have to hit Styxfall. He chose to! Balor just gave him the opportunity!"

                                   

                                  ASH GREAVES-ORLEANS: "And we're being told that our backstage interviewer has caught up with Balor Wolfe right now. Let's take you backstage!"

                                   

                                   

                                  The camera cuts to a backstage corridor.

                                   

                                  Balor Wolfe is walking towards the Radio Silence locker room, dressed in black jeans and his black Radio Silence merchandise shirt.

                                   

                                   

                                  His long platinum-blonde hair is clean and hanging loosely around his shoulders. The blood from his earlier Hell in a Cell match against Elijah has been washed away, although the bruising and dressing on his forehead remain visible.

                                   

                                  The Infernal Crown Championship rests comfortably over his right shoulder.

                                   

                                  He's whistling.

                                  Not limping around in anger. Not worried about the consequences of his interference.

                                  Whistling.

                                  As though he's having the best evening of his life.

                                   

                                  Suddenly, the backstage interviewer rushes into frame, microphone in hand.

                                   

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Balor! Balor Wolfe! Can we get a quick word?!"

                                   

                                  Balor continues walking.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Balor, after what we just witnessed in the match between Ash Kyllis and Thor, I think everyone wants an explanation!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "No comment."

                                   

                                  He doesn't even look at the interviewer.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "But you deliberately interfered in the match! You attacked both competitors while the referee was incapacitated!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Noooo comment."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "You superkicked Ash Kyllis and then hit Thor with Lights Out! Surely you have something to say about that?"

                                   

                                  Balor stops walking.

                                   

                                  He turns towards the interviewer with an exaggerated expression of surprise.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh! You want a comment?"

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Yes!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Right. Here's my official statement."

                                   

                                  Balor straightens his championship.

                                  Clears his throat.

                                  Looks directly into the camera.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "No. Comment."

                                   

                                  He flashes a grin and begins walking again.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Balor, come on! You can't seriously expect everyone to believe that you had no ulterior motive!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Mate, I just survived Hell in a Cell, defended my championship, got my face rearranged by a bloody toolbox, had a shower, changed my clothes, and somehow found myself watching a lovely wrestling match."

                                   

                                  He shrugs.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I'm a very busy man."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "You attacked both participants!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Allegedly."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "We have the footage!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Deepfakes. Terrible things. Can't trust technology these days."

                                   

                                  Balor continues towards the locker room.

                                   

                                  The interviewer opens their mouth to ask another question—

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS (O.S.): "WOLFE!"

                                   

                                  Balor stops.

                                   

                                  The entire corridor seems to fall silent.

                                   

                                  Slowly, the Infernal Crown Champion closes his eyes.

                                  A grin begins forming across his face.

                                  He turns around.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Ohhhhh, look!"

                                   

                                  Standing at the far end of the corridor is Ash Kyllis.

                                   

                                   

                                  Still in his wrestling gear.

                                   

                                  His hair is damp with sweat. His jaw is visibly swollen from the Superkick, and his body bears the bruises of his brutal contest with Thor.

                                   

                                  His fists are clenched.

                                  And his eyes are burning with fury.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "It's the opportunist!"

                                   

                                  Balor spreads his arms.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Ladies and gentlemen, give him a round of applause! Your winner, Ash Kyllis!"

                                   

                                  He begins clapping.

                                   

                                  CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Fantastic match, mate! That Styxfall? Beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous! Ten out of ten! No notes!"

                                   

                                  Ash storms towards him.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "How dare you!"

                                   

                                  Balor stops clapping.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "How DARE you interfere in my match!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, here we go."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I didn't ask for your help!"

                                   

                                  Ash takes another step forward.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I didn't WANT your help!"

                                   

                                  Another step.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "And I didn't NEED your help!"

                                   

                                  Balor looks him up and down.

                                  Then chuckles.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But you took it."

                                   

                                  Ash falls silent.

                                  Balor's grin widens.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Didn't you?"

                                   

                                  He points towards the camera.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "See, this is what I love about you, Ash Kyllis. All that anger. All that righteous indignation. All that talk about doing things the right way."

                                   

                                  Balor leans forward slightly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But when Thor was lying there, practically begging to be finished off..."

                                   

                                  He snaps his fingers.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You took the opening."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You attacked him!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I did!"

                                   

                                  Balor nods cheerfully.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Very observant!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You ruined the match!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And yet, somehow, you're the one with the victory."

                                   

                                  Balor taps Ash lightly on the chest.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Funny how that works."

                                   

                                  Ash immediately slaps his hand away.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Don't touch me."

                                   

                                  Balor raises both hands.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Whoa! Easy, big fella! I'm still recovering! Doctor's orders, no unnecessary violence."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You just attacked two people!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Before the doctor's orders. Completely different situation."

                                   

                                  The interviewer cautiously steps between them.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Balor, are you saying that you deliberately interfered to prove your point from earlier tonight?"

                                   

                                  Balor looks towards the interviewer.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Well, I certainly wasn't doing it for the exercise."

                                   

                                  He turns back to Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "But hey! I've actually got some wonderful news for you!"

                                   

                                  Ash glares at him.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I don't care."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, you're going to care about this!"

                                   

                                  Balor adjusts the Infernal Crown Championship over his shoulder.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You see, while you've been busy trying to work out whether you're a good guy, a bad guy, or just a very angry bloke with a terrible attitude, I've been talking to Boss Lady."

                                   

                                  Ash narrows his eyes.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "What?"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "That's right! Had a lovely little conversation with our esteemed General Manager, Leila Blake."

                                   

                                  Balor smiles proudly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And apparently, she decided to add a little detail to your match tonight."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "What detail?"

                                   

                                  Balor raises one finger.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Glad you asked!"

                                   

                                  He points directly at Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "The winner of Ash Kyllis versus Thor gets a shot at ME!"

                                   

                                  He pats the championship.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "For the MAWL Infernal Crown Championship!"

                                   

                                  He pauses dramatically.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "At WILD WILD WASTELAND!"

                                   

                                  The interviewer looks stunned.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Wait, you're saying tonight's match was also a number-one contender's match?"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!"

                                   

                                  Balor turns back to Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And look at you!"

                                   

                                  He gestures towards Ash's bruised body.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You won!"

                                   

                                  He raises both hands.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Congratulations! You're going to Wild Wild Wasteland! You're getting a championship opportunity! You're getting the chance to stand in the ring with the Champion of the Gods!"

                                   

                                  Balor pats his own chest.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Which, frankly, should be considered a privilege on its own."

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't react.

                                  Balor tilts his head.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "What? No thank you?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I don't want it."

                                   

                                  Balor blinks.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Sorry?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I said I don't want it."

                                   

                                  Balor looks towards the interviewer.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You hearing this?"

                                   

                                  He looks back at Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Mate, it's a championship match. Not a timeshare presentation. You don't have to think about it."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Not like that."

                                   

                                  Ash steps closer.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I didn't beat Thor."

                                   

                                  Balor points at him.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Well, technically—"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "YOU beat Thor."

                                   

                                  Balor's smile fades slightly.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You kicked me in the face. You hit him with Lights Out. And when he got back up, I finished him."

                                   

                                  Ash looks down briefly.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "That's not how I wanted to win."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, for God's sake."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Give the title match to Thor."

                                   

                                  The interviewer turns towards Ash.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Ash, are you seriously saying you're willing to give up your championship opportunity?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Yes."

                                   

                                  Balor begins laughing.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "HAHA! Oh, this is brilliant!"

                                   

                                  He wipes an imaginary tear from his eye.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You're actually serious!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Thor would have won if you hadn't interfered."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Hang on! Hang on! That's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?"

                                   

                                  Ash looks at him.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You hit The Break. He was down. You could've won. Nobody knows what would've happened!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You made sure we never found out."

                                   

                                  That shuts Balor up for a brief moment.

                                   

                                  Ash points at the championship.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I want to earn that."

                                   

                                  Then he points at Balor.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Not have you hand it to me."

                                   

                                  Suddenly, another voice echoes down the corridor.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE (O.S.): "Are you sure?"

                                   

                                  The camera turns.

                                   

                                   

                                  MAWL General Manager Leila Blake emerges from around the corner.

                                   

                                  She's dressed professionally, carrying a tablet under one arm, with an expression suggesting she's heard more than enough of the argument.

                                   

                                  Balor immediately straightens up.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Boss Lady!"

                                   

                                  Leila ignores him.

                                  She looks directly at Ash.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Ash Kyllis. I just heard you voluntarily give up a championship opportunity."

                                   

                                  Ash turns towards her.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "So before I make anything official, I'm going to ask you one more time."

                                   

                                  She steps closer.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Are you absolutely sure?"

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't hesitate.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Yes."

                                   

                                  Leila studies him for a moment.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "You understand that you're giving up a guaranteed shot at the Infernal Crown Championship?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I understand."

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "And you want that opportunity awarded to Thor instead?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "He deserves another chance."

                                   

                                  Balor throws his hands into the air.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "OH, COME ON!"

                                   

                                  Leila turns towards him.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Balor. Quiet."

                                   

                                  Balor opens his mouth.

                                  Then closes it.

                                   

                                  He gives her an exaggerated smile.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Of course, Boss Lady. Love the leadership. Very inspiring."

                                   

                                  Leila turns back to Ash.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "All right. I'll accept that."

                                   

                                  Ash gives a small nod.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "But I want something in return."

                                   

                                  Leila raises an eyebrow.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Oh?"

                                   

                                  Balor laughs.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "There it is! Knew there'd be a catch!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I want to be the referee."

                                   

                                  Silence.

                                   

                                  The interviewer slowly looks towards Ash.

                                   

                                  Leila blinks.

                                   

                                  Balor stares at him.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "...What?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "At Wild Wild Wasteland."

                                   

                                  Ash looks directly at Balor.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You versus Thor."

                                   

                                  He turns back towards Leila.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "For the Infernal Crown Championship."

                                   

                                  Pause.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I want to be the special guest referee."

                                   

                                  Balor immediately shakes his head.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Nope."

                                   

                                  Ash continues.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "And I want every current member of Radio Silence banned from ringside."

                                   

                                  Balor's expression changes.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Hang on—"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Alastor. Eros. Johnny. V. Zagreus."

                                   

                                  He looks Balor directly in the eyes.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "All of them."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Now just wait a bloody minute!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "And if any of them show up to interfere..."

                                   

                                  Ash turns towards Leila.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "He gets stripped of the championship."

                                   

                                  Leila folds her arms.

                                   

                                  Balor looks between them.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "EXCUSE ME?!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "No warnings. No excuses. No pretending you didn't know they were coming."

                                   

                                  Ash points towards Balor's title.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "One member of Radio Silence interferes, and you lose that."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "OH, THAT IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!"

                                   

                                  Leila raises a hand.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Balor."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "NO! No, no, no! Hang on! You're not seriously considering this?!"

                                   

                                  Balor turns towards Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You don't get to just make up rules because you're having a little emotional crisis about how you won your match!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Scared?"

                                   

                                  Balor stops.

                                   

                                  His eyes narrow.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "What did you say?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Are you scared?"

                                   

                                  Ash steps closer.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You said you're the guy."

                                   

                                  He points at Balor's championship.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "You said you're the best."

                                   

                                  Another step.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Then prove it."

                                   

                                  Balor gives a short, humourless laugh.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Mate, I just defended this title inside Hell in a Cell against a man who tried to bash my brains out with a toolbox! You really think I'm scared of Thor?!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Then you don't need help."

                                   

                                  Balor opens his mouth.

                                  Stops.

                                  Ash tilts his head.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Do you?"

                                   

                                  The interviewer slowly moves the microphone towards Balor.

                                  Balor looks at it.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Get that bloody thing out of my face."

                                   

                                  Leila gives a small smile.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "You know what?"

                                   

                                  Both men turn towards her.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "I like that."

                                   

                                  Balor's face drops.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You WHAT?!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "You heard me."

                                   

                                  Leila turns towards the camera.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "At Wild Wild Wasteland, the MAWL Infernal Crown Championship will be defended."

                                   

                                  She points towards Balor.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Balor Wolfe."

                                   

                                  Then towards the corridor.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Against Thor."

                                   

                                  Balor begins rubbing his forehead.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "And serving as the special guest referee..."

                                   

                                  She turns towards Ash.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Ash Kyllis."

                                   

                                  Ash gives one slow nod.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Furthermore, every current member of Radio Silence, with the exception of the defending champion himself, is officially banned from ringside."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "WHAT THE HELL?!"

                                   

                                  Leila raises her voice over him.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "And should any member of Radio Silence interfere in that championship match, Balor Wolfe will be immediately stripped of the Infernal Crown Championship."

                                   

                                  The interviewer looks stunned.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "That's a massive announcement!"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "MASSIVE?! IT'S BLOODY INSANE!"

                                   

                                  Balor turns towards Leila.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Hang on! You can't seriously do that! I am your champion!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Yes, you are."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "The face of this company!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Debatable."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "THE FACE THAT SELLS TICKETS!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Currently a face with a very noticeable bandage on it."

                                   

                                  Ash almost smiles.

                                  Balor notices.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, you think that's funny?!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Balor, you involved yourself in a match you had no business interfering in. You attacked both competitors, manipulated the result, and then bragged about it to a camera."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Allegedly!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "You admitted it five minutes ago."

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I was speaking metaphorically!"

                                   

                                  Leila stares at him.

                                  Balor sighs.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You're not buying that, are you?"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Not remotely."

                                   

                                  She turns towards Ash.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "One more thing. Ash, as special guest referee, I expect you to officiate this match fairly."

                                   

                                  Ash looks at her.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "You're there to enforce the rules. Not to settle a personal score with Balor."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "That's all I want."

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Good."

                                   

                                  She looks towards Balor.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "And Balor?"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "What now?!"

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "I'd suggest finding a way to beat Thor without your friends."

                                   

                                  Balor gives her a disbelieving stare.

                                   

                                  LEILA BLAKE: "Because at Wild Wild Wasteland, you're on your own."

                                   

                                  Leila turns and begins walking away.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "BOSS LADY! HANG ON!"

                                   

                                  She doesn't stop.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "LEILA!"

                                   

                                  Nothing.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "YOU CAN'T JUST DROP A BLOODY BOMB LIKE THAT AND WALK AWAY!"

                                   

                                  Leila disappears around the corner.

                                   

                                  Balor stands motionless.

                                   

                                  Then slowly looks towards Ash.

                                  Ash is watching him.

                                   

                                  For the first time during this entire confrontation, there's a faint smile on The Flawless Weapon's face.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You..."

                                   

                                  Ash raises an eyebrow.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You smug little bastard."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Something wrong, champ?"

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You think you're clever, don't you?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "No."

                                   

                                  Ash steps forward.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I think I'm fair."

                                   

                                  Balor chuckles bitterly.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Fair? You're going to be the referee in a match involving a bloke you think you robbed of a victory and a champion you clearly hate!"

                                   

                                  Balor spreads his arms.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And somehow I'M supposed to believe you're impartial?!"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I won't cheat you."

                                   

                                  Balor stares at him.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I won't help Thor."

                                   

                                  Ash moves close enough that they're almost face-to-face.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "I'll count the three for whoever earns it."

                                   

                                  He glances towards the championship.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "That's something you should try sometime."

                                   

                                  Balor's smile vanishes.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Careful, Ash Kyllis."

                                   

                                  His voice has lost much of its usual playful tone.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You might think you're doing something noble here. But you've just put yourself between me and my championship."

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't blink.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And that's not a particularly healthy place to be."

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Then don't give me a reason to get involved."

                                   

                                  Balor leans closer.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You know what happens when you get between a wolf and something he wants?"

                                   

                                  Ash's expression remains cold.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "He finds out he's not the only one with teeth."

                                   

                                  The interviewer instinctively steps backwards.

                                   

                                  Balor studies Ash for a long moment.

                                  Then, slowly, his familiar smirk returns.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "All right."

                                   

                                  He nods.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "All right, mate."

                                   

                                  He pats the championship.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You want to play referee? Go right ahead. Wear the little striped shirt. Count your little numbers. Have your moment."

                                   

                                  He takes a step backwards.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Just remember something."

                                   

                                  Balor points at himself.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I didn't become champion because of Radio Silence."

                                   

                                  He lifts the championship from his shoulder.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "I became champion because I'm that bloody good."

                                   

                                  Ash looks at him.

                                  Then smiles faintly.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Good."

                                   

                                  He steps aside, clearing the corridor.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Go on, champ."

                                   

                                  Balor pauses.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Let's see how you do on your own."

                                   

                                  The words hang between them.

                                   

                                  Balor's smirk slowly disappears.

                                   

                                  For several seconds, the two men stare at one another.

                                   

                                  Then Balor lets out a short laugh.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Oh, you're going to regret this."

                                   

                                  He points towards Ash.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "Trust me."

                                   

                                  Ash doesn't respond.

                                  Balor adjusts the championship over his shoulder and turns towards the Radio Silence locker room.

                                   

                                  He begins walking away.

                                  But just before he reaches the door, he stops.

                                  Without turning around, he speaks one final time.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "And Ash?"

                                   

                                  Ash looks towards him.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "When I beat Thor at Wild Wild Wasteland..."

                                   

                                  Balor glances over his shoulder.

                                   

                                  BALOR WOLFE: "You're going to be the one raising my hand."

                                   

                                  He flashes one final grin.

                                  Then disappears into the locker room.

                                   

                                  The door shuts.

                                  Ash watches it for a moment.

                                  The interviewer cautiously approaches.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "Ash, you've just given up an opportunity to become Infernal Crown Champion in exchange for becoming special guest referee. Do you have any regrets?"

                                   

                                  Ash looks at the interviewer.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "No."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "And what happens if Balor Wolfe really does beat Thor without interference?"

                                   

                                  Ash pauses.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Then I'll count three."

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "And if Thor wins?"

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Same thing."

                                   

                                  The interviewer nods.

                                   

                                  INTERVIEWER: "One final question. Balor Wolfe has spent the entire evening calling you an opportunist. After everything that happened tonight, what do you have to say to him?"

                                   

                                  Ash glances towards the locker room door.

                                  His expression hardens.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "He wanted to prove I'd take an opening."

                                   

                                  Pause.

                                   

                                  ASH KYLLIS: "Now he gets to prove he doesn't need one handed to him."

                                   

                                  Ash turns and walks away.

                                   

                                  The camera follows him briefly before cutting back to the commentary desk.