The hallway is dim.
Humming with the low electric buzz of a building still shaking from the main event. A camera operator walks the corridor alone, breathing hard like he’s trying not to be seen by shadows. The only sound—his footsteps and the faint, rhythmic thump of bass from far-off speakers.
Then—
A strange noise.
Behind him. Low. Like laughter on rewind.
He turns.
Nothing.
Turns back—
Alastor is right in front of him.
No footsteps. No warning. Just there, like a thought that should’ve stayed buried.
“Well hello again,” Alastor says with a grin, voice velvet with static underneath. “Aren’t you the cameraman we put through a table a couple of weeks ago?”
The man stammers, unsure.
Alastor tilts his head. “You are? Well… we best make it up to you.”
Without waiting, he takes the cameraman gently by the arm and guides him down the hallway, walking like they’re heading into a sacred ritual rather than a locker room.
They stop at a large set of double doors. A faint, golden light leaks from underneath.
Alastor opens them.
Inside is not a room.
It’s a myth come alive.
A celebration that feels half like a locker room and half like Olympus after a victory in war. Twenty or so people lounge, drink, debate, laugh, and shine. Half of them glowing—not metaphorically. Literally. Gods among men.
In the center, surrounded by mortals and myths alike—
Balor Wolfe.
Throne of pillows. Champagne in one hand. MAWL Mania Championship belt across his lap like it was always meant to be there. At his side, a man with golden hair and a sunlight aura—Apollo—strums a guitar softly-
while Eros lounges beside Balor, fingers playfully tangling in the strands of platinum hair.
“Don’t make me braid it,” Eros teases. “You’ll have to walk out looking like a demigod from an elven fantasy.”
Balor doesn’t move. He just smirks.
Across the room—
Zagreus, now out of his boot, stands awkwardly-
as his mother Persephone fusses over him.
“Your hair’s a mess. You look too thin. You were in that boot for weeks and now you’re jumping off things again?” she scolds, brushing something off his shoulder that isn’t even there. “You call this fun?”
“I’m fine, really,” Zagreus mutters, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Hades leans back beside her, arms crossed, amused.
“Let the boy be,” he rumbles with a low chuckle. “If he can get out of Tartarus alive, a few bumps in a ring won’t break him.”
Poseidon slaps Zagreus on the back, nearly spilling his drink.
"Nephew! You moving without the boot? That’s the spirit!” He roars with laughter. “Wrestle now, limp later! You’ve got your father's pride and your uncle’s recklessness—what a combo!”
Zagreus sighs and drinks deeper. “You’re not helping Uncle…”
In the corner, the chaos is turned up to eleven.
Johnny and V, the Edge Runners-
-are leaned back with Dionysus, drowning in laughter and ouzo shots.
Their eyes are bloodshot, their faces red from laughing too hard, too long.
“I swear to Zeus,” V wheezes, “he tried to moonsault off a vending machine in crocs—crocs, bro!”
“I did!” Johnny yells through a laugh. “It’s called innovation!”
Dionysus howls, arm around Johnny, a bottle of wine in his other hand.
“We drink 'til the floor becomes a dance partner!” he declares, knocking back another shot. “Drink, you beautiful digital devils!”
To the side, Athena and Ares are deep in their never-ending battle of tactics.
“I’m just saying,” Athena says coldly, “a properly executed Fujiwara would’ve finished the match.”
“You mean your Fujiwara,” Ares grunts. “The man wanted blood. The running knee was the call.”
The camera is gently pulled forward by Alastor, who leads the operator toward Balor.
“Film this,” Alastor says with a smile sharp enough to bleed.
The camera settles.
Balor leans forward, eyes glinting.
“So. Another title match win for the Champion of the Gods.”
He pats the belt. “The gold’s right where it belongs. And it’s staying here for a long time.”
He lets that settle before continuing.
“Despite the efforts of our acting GM. Wildfire? Gone. 50 Cent? Spent.
Who’s next? Vraag? Rivers? Doesn't matter. It’s all going to end the same—me named the winner.”
He gestures behind him lazily.
“The gods of Olympus partying in my locker room.
And of course Ares and Athena arguing about how I should’ve done it.”
Athena scoffs from across the room.
“Oh, please. If he had followed my strategy, he’d have ended it two minutes earlier—clean, technical, and smart.”
Ares rolls his eyes.
“Smart doesn’t win wars. Blunt force does. He used the knee. That was the smart play.”
Athena stands, folding her arms. “If he’d listened to me, he wouldn’t have needed to kick anyone’s face off. He would’ve tied them up in knots like I showed him.”
Ares snorts. “You showed him one hold, and now you think you trained him. I showed him how to hit like a hammer.”
Athena raises a brow. “If all you have is a hammer, every opponent looks like a nail.”
Ares grins. “Good. That’s what they are.”
Apollo, not even looking up from his guitar, strums a chord and sighs.
“Trust my half-brother and half-sister to find anything to fight about.”
“I heard that, Apollo!” both Ares and Athena shout in perfect divine harmony.
Apollo just shrugs and keeps playing, watching as two mortals—a breathtaking man and a dangerously attractive woman—dance slowly under the lights.
Eros sighs and calls across the room, “Cousin, no flowers in the locker room. Hands to yourself.”
Apollo raises a brow, then returns to his music like nothing happened.
Balor smirks.
“My next match is against Question Mark Vraag. My next title defense? Tamara Rivers.
And Elisa Mae He…”
He leans in, sharp as a knife.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
His voice turns colder, cockier.
“Vraag looks like he got kicked out of a community theatre mystery play, and Rivers? She’s the kind of storm you cancel plans for—not the kind you run from.”
He raises the title.
“The crowd is heavy, ladies and gentlemen—that’s why you need a king to wear it.”
Alastor steps beside the cameraman again.
“Why don’t you enjoy yourself?” he says, voice gentle. “Relax. I’ll take the camera back to the truck for you.”
The camera operator slowly lowers the gear.
You see the party draw him in—someone hands him a drink, and he disappears into the crowd.
A long, bony hand picks the camera up.
Alastor.
He turns it on himself.
“Now then… Miss Elisa Mae He,” he whispers. “I’ll be seeing you very… very soon.”
He leans in with a smirk.
“Where did you come from… where did you go…”
He starts to laugh. Slowly. Unsettling. A hiss between teeth.
“Heheh… ahahahahahaha.”
The camera slips from his hand—
Falls—
Black.
It lands softly in the back of the TV truck.
The red light blinks once…
Then dies.
Cut to static.
APRIL 28, 2025
ASBURY PARK, NJ
CONVENTION HALL ARENA
Fireworks go off in the Convention Hall Arena.
Colin: WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME!!! To MAWL MADNESS! I am Colin McRae here in Asbury Park, NJ, home to the Boss Bruce and the Beast Bam Bam, to Stone Ponies and Sandy Beaches, to the Triangle Downtown and the Tri-City News, where wet and weird converge! I'm here with Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones, and we're coming off our crazy show in New York City.
Kendra: We had a tables match on the ROOF of MSG. SlowMo and JCM Ace captured gold. And at the end of it all SM Heartbreaker got the golden ticket.
Arvin: Well, the silver ticket. He can't come for Balor with that briefcase or anyone that holds the Mania Belt.
Colin: He has a wide serving of titles to choose from, I think he'll be fine.
Kendra: On titles, we've one singles belt yet to have a competitor set for it, and we're gonna change that right now in our first match!
SUBMISSION MATCH
JAMES D VS EL CERRADOR
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a submission-only match, and the winner will face SlowMo Tapout in a 2 out of 3 Submission Match at Mayday for the Aries Title!
James holds back until the song kicks in and then makes his way out from behind the curtain.
Ash: First! From New York City, weighing in at 190 pounds, the Most Interesting Man in the World, JAMES! D!
As he moves into the sight of the fans, he's met with boos but this just brings a smile to his face. The boos continue to rain down towards James but it doesn't phase him as he makes his way down the ramp. James rolls into the ring and then stands in the corner as he awaits his opponent's entrance.
Colin: Both men in this match have a chip on their shoulder and a desire to redeem themselves after their relative humiliations. Just last week at Taxiderby, James D lost the belt in his own hometown after being thrown off the roof of Madison Square Garden through some scaffolding. The streets of New York watched their self-proclaimed most interesting man end up a wreckage of pain and plank on 7th Ave.
The arena is bathed in warm golden and red lights, colors that symbolize strength, passion, and Mexican pride. As the song builds, flickers of green, white, and red (the colors of the Mexican flag) pulse across the arena, giving the entrance a nationalistic touch while highlighting his connection to his roots. Smoke & Fog: As the music picks up, a thick fog fills the entrance ramp. Through the haze, El Cerrador emerges.
Kendra: And this man, El Cerrador, was embarrassed by SlowMo directly where even with the guidance of Aztec, El Cerrador was summarily locked into the Fangs of Jeleva Delain and was shut down right from the bell.
Ash: And from Tepito, Mexico City, weighing in at 245 pounds, EL CERRRRRADOR!
Colin: And James D BLASTS Cerrador with the D Stroyer knee before the bell can even ring and this is already not a great start for El Cerrador. Cerrador rolls back a bit and drop toe to James D to cut the momentum off straight away. Cerrador with a jab to the back of James as he gets to his feet.
Kendra: Cerrador pulls James back into a headlock submission, but James easily reverses it into a back suplex. Cerrador slides under James's legs and pulls him down for a single leg crab but James with a back kick with his free leg to the chin of Cerrador. James to his feet, Cerrador kips up and RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF JAMES, JAMES WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX!
Arvin: James D going in on that Figure-4, Cerrador struggling a bit, but gets it over and bridges himself for a Chancery! James struggling for all of a moment before he rakes the eyes. James D with a quick neckbreaker.
Kendra: It's not enough to keep EC off his feet and Cerrador flips over a boot attempt to the back of James and he locks in the El Estirón Mexico!! James trying to stretch himself back to the ropes but you can start to see the strains from his match with JCM Ace and Cerrador pulls him back! CERRADOR WITH A QUICK JERK BACK TO SNAP THE BACK OF JAMES D AND RETURNING TO THE HOLD!
Arvin: I bet James wishes he had taken Sarah up on her offer.
Colin: She didn't leave it on the table very long. Cerrador freeing a hand to solidly club the sternum of James D and weaken him down, puts the lock back in and James D is starting to waver, starting to pass out, and Cerrador clubbing again the stomach of James D and tightening the hold. James will get other title shots, but he would do well to just call it on this one and protect his career.
Arvin: Are you telling him to give up and punk out?
Colin: The man was thrown off the roof of Madison Square Garden 10 days ago through multiple layers of wooden scaffolding. He undoubtedly is nursing some pain, and even showing up today meant he didn't as you say "Punk Out" or any of that.
Kendra: And I think James is starting to come around to your way of thinking Colin, and as Cerrador steps on the back heel of James and cranks the hold with a quick motion, looking to break James D, James decides he's done. James is tapping and El Cerrador will get his revenge match against SlowMo Tapout for the Aries Title at Mayday.
El Cerrador wins by Submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, EL CERRRRRADOR!
Kendra: Cerrador may not have been on air at Taxiderby but he's sure going to make up for that when he gets another shot in a 2 of 3 submission against SlowMo at Mayday for the Aries Title!
Arvin: Hopefully it will last a bit longer than their previous gathering.
Colin: And now we've got quite the gathering in this next match.
SURVIVOR TAG
CAM E. LEON, HIGH FLYER MONO, AND HIGH RISK VS DIDDY, NEON JUAN, AND SUGARKOMA
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a 5 on 5 survivor match!
$100 bills fall from the sky as P. Diddy and Neon Juan come out, Juan dancing and gyrating at audience members as Diddy's strutting down the aisle, in matching bling.
Ash: First! At a combined weight of 455 pounds, P. Diddy Sean Combs and Neon Juan Guyverno, Bad Boy Enterprises!
Colin: So they officially have a team name now, I wonder how this is gonna play out as a unit.
The lights go red and white in a traveling fashion to mimic a candy cane. Sugar Cooki, Syndy Sweet, and Sprinkl come out fist pumping and mocking the audience.
Ash: And their partners! "Donut Daddy" Sprinkl, Synful Syndy Sweet, and "Santa's Sidepiece" Sugar Cooki, SUGARKOMA!
Kendra: The inaugural Trios Champions haven't had a ton of luck since losing the belts, but are hoping to get their groove back with this match.
Arvin: Their cologne is selling on the mawlefed.com shop and for I think a reasonable price. I have some on now!
Kendra: So is that why it smells like someone packed a dozen donuts into a giant gym sock?
The lights strobe green. After a moment of music, Cam E. Leon steps out from the barricade - not over, out from, as if he's been hiding there the whole time.
Ash: And their opponents! First, who knows where he's from or where he's gone, but we know he weighs 190 pounds, CAM E. LEON!
Kendra: Has he been there the whole time?
Colin: Hard to say. Is it smart to be the first one out when all five of his opponents are out there? Not even a little.
He sprints to the ring, waving his hands up and down to lift the crowd’s emotions. Clapping his hands above his head, he plays into the crowd’s reaction, his energy infectious. He laughs at his opponent as if he has fooled them in some way—though, in reality, he has done nothing of the sort.
The arena goes black and white (a la Timeless Toni Storm). After the initial synth ends and as the full instrumental kicks in, two firework upward-pointing arrows explode forming an M and High Flyer Mono runs out, playing to the fans, who are eating it up.
Ash: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 197 pounds, HIGH! FLYER! MOOOOOOONO!
Mono runs out down the rope and also clears the apron with a somersault, landing on his feet which brings the color back to the arena.
Sirens flash around the arena in time with the song. As the bassline kicks in, traveling lights snake like a fuse heading towards the titantron. As the drum fill hits the lights hit the titantron and a bomb on the screen explodes and an actual explosion/fireworks show goes off as the three jump onto the stage.
Ash: AND! The team of Tenacious Taylor Tiger, Reckless Razi Shah, and Dangerous Johnny Dagger, HIGH RISK!
The bell rings.
Colin: Diddy and Cam to start. Cam hits Diddy with a pair of chops, Diddy tags in Sugar Cooki. Sugar with a gutwrench powerbomb and going for the early cover-
1!
2!
3!
Cam E. Leon is eliminated by Sugar Cooki!
Kendra: A shocking quick elimination and Cam is already outta here. Cam is just as shocked as anyone else!
Dangerous Johnny Dagger enters the match.
Arvin: Sugar Cooki off the middle ropes and catches Dagger in the Cooki Cutter right from jump! She picks Dagger up, sitout atomic drop and she locks in the Santa's Lap Sleeperhold! Dagger fighting to the ropes and Sugar wrenches his neck back with a quickness!
Colin: I thought I heard a snap!!! I hope I didn't!
Kendra: Dagger clearly still breathing but having significant difficulty staying awake...Juan and the other parts of SugarKoma run in and dropkick Shah, Mono, and Tiger off the apron! No one's coming to save Dagger! Dagger tries to fight out, Sugar with a quick wrench on the hold and Dagger is passed out!
Dangerous Johnny Dagger is eliminated by Sugar Cooki!
Arvin: Sugar Cooki isn't messin' around! Two down already.
Reckless Razi Shah enters the match.
Colin: Sugar Cooki absolutely devastates Razi with a short arm clothesline. Razi kips up and an Enziguiri rattles Sugar! Finally some fight back from the Risk side. Razi off the ropes and look at the height on that jumping knee! Razi tags in Tiger who comes in with a leaping leg drop!
Kendra: Leaping Leg Drop sounds like a great expression of surprise.
Colin: Tiger hits a standing moonsault! He's getting much better in his ring work, I have to say. And he pulls Sugar up, swinging behind him and up for the Electric Chair Hold and that's a TAYSER! OH WAIT...SUGAR KEEPS HER LEGS ON THE SHOULDER AND THAT'S A HANDSTAND HEADLOCK!
Arvin: True innovation by Santa's Sidepiece!
Kendra: Taylor pushes out of the hold and going for a run, comes back around and a Bicycle Kick to the face of Sugar Cooki! Tags in Mono and Mono clears the rope for a diving elbow! Mono tries to get up but Sugar pulls him back down and wraps her legs around! Going for the Sleeper! Variation on the Santa's Lap Sleeper! Mono struggling a bit, trying to get to the ropes but Sugar pulls back, Shah up to the top rope and OVER MONO TO MUSHROOM STOMP SUGAR!
Colin: That's why they call themselves High Risk because there was a lot of chance of that hitting Mono, but she got it where she wanted it and it was effective! Frees Mono up, a sitout Salida Del Sol, Mono up to his feet, leapfrogs Sugar onto the turnbuckles! Up to the top, HE GETS INCREDIBLE HEIGHT FOR THE DOUBLE ROTATION SHOOTING STAR! MONOLITH COMING CRASHING DOWN ON SUGAR COOKI!
1!
2!
3!
Sugar Cooki is eliminated by High Flyer Mono!
Kendra: The first break in the armor for Diddy and Co!
Neon Juan Guyverno enters the match.
Arvin: Sugar Cooki was able to take out two people before she was eliminated so she should be proud of her time. Juan loads up a cartwheel handspring elbow, beautifully executed but Mono evades the elbow and catches him with a Pele Kick. Drop toe by Neon and it drapes Mono on that middle rope, Juan loading back rebound and back around and JUAN SHOT! That Tiger Feint sends Mono reeling!
Colin: We've got two of our best lucha style fighters now battling it out, so these big moves are no surprise but it's such poetry to see it happen. Juan with a Springboard Axe Kick but Mono ducks it into a run, coming back around and Reverse Spin Sling Blade! Someone check the Flyby date! Mono keeps the speed going, catching some air and a Springboard Coffin Drop NO JUAN CATCHES INTO A SCHOOLBOY PIN-Mono rolls out easily and going for a run, comes back around and Juan going for a roll up pin but Mono jumps him, handstand on the top rope whoooa into an Asai Moonsault!
The crowd chants "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"
Kendra: Going for the pin, Juan breaks it with an elbow to the kidney! You can hear the groan, Juan pushes him off and Mono parlays that into a somersault roll into a handstand INTO A BACKFLIP INTO A MOONSAULT NO JUAN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY MONO WITH ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT A MOONSAULT AND MONO MONKEYFLIPS HIM BACK SOMERSAULT BY JUAN ONTO HIS FEET MONO UP AND RUNNING AND A SHINING WIZARD BY JUAN!!
Colin: That was exhausting to watch!
Kendra: Juan off the ropes again and running into a Mushroom Stomp, no Mono side rolls and back somersault to his feet, running back and they cross in the ring Juan ducks a jumping spin kick, continuing to run, Mono jumps a lariat, crossing again, arm drag by Juan no Mono lands on his feet, leapfrog Juan, up and springboarding himself ACROSS THE RING WITH A PHOENIX SPLASH!
1!
2!
Arvin: Neon Juan kicks! He's still in this thing! Juan up and trying for a Monkey Flip and Mono's feet land on the ropes, Mono tightrope walkin' and Eclipse Stunner! He just went Monotone!
1!
Colin: Diddy with the save, elbow drop to the head of Mono! Juan capitalizes with a tremendous German Suplex! Mono kip up and a jumping spin kick, Juan ducks and trips him mid-air! Mono just landed on his leg! Juan with a flipping leg slam! Mono yelping in pain! Juan picks Mono up and placing him on the turnbuckle, oh that was a mistake, Mono kicks him back and Monotone number 2!
1!
2!
3!
Neon Juan Guyverno is eliminated by High Flyer Mono!
Kendra: Mono has just evened the playing field!
P. Diddy Sean Combs enters the match.
Arvin: Aw yeah boy, Diddy's back. Mono charging Diddy for a headscissors, Diddy sees him comin' and back body drop, Mono lands on his feet. That's okay though, my mans got his hand coated and a Puff Daddy Punch.
Colin: Mono responds with a quick chop. If I were Mono I'd be considering a tag right about now. Diddy takes the chop into a quick roll-up but Mono kicks out easily. Mono tries for a La Magistral but Diddy also up early. Mono hits a basement dropkick and off the ropes, comes back with a snapmare. Mono takes a run and comes back for a high knee drop to the face of Diddy.
Arvin: Not the money maker!
Colin: Back to the ropes and Phoenix Splash! Going for a cover-
1!
2!
3!
P. Diddy Sean Combs is eliminated by High Flyer Mono!
Colin: And Diddy's outta here! Mono has really turned this match around!
Kendra: Which is great, but he's still gotta recognize that he needs to tag.
Sprinkl enters the match.
Kendra: Sprinkl is fresh and hot and ready to go. Sprinkl charges Mono but Mono leapfrog, Mono waiting for him to come back around but he chooses to cut the run at the ropes. Sprinkl charges again and Mono leapfrogs again, Sprinkl turns around and Mono pimp slaps him!
Arvin: Sprinkl throws Mono into his corner and tags in Sweet. Double stomp to the stomach of Mono.
Colin: What a coward. You get slapped once and tag.
Kendra: Sweet agrees, tags Sprinkl back in and wrenching Mono's arm, Sprinkl with a knee to the stomach. Already Sprinkl and Sweet have tagged more than Mono since the beginning of this match, and they just started. Mono goes for the hot tag and TIGER IS IN! Tiger with a punch to Sweet! A punch to Sprinkl! Throws Sweet out of the ring and Tenacious T to Sprinkl!!
1!
2!
3!
Sprinkl is eliminated by Tenacious Taylor Tiger!
Colin: It's down to the former partners! Taylor hits Sweet with the huracanrana, but she kicks out. Tiger undeterred and the TAYSER! Going for the pin!
1!
2!
3!
Syndy Sweet is last eliminated by Taylor Tiger, giving his team the victory!
Ash: Here are your winners, High Flyer Mono, Cam E. Leon, and High Risk!
Kendra: Taylor Tiger, who started this year off as the federation goose egg, just put the quick hurt on his former bestie! What a glow up for him!
Colin: Let's see if spurned connections fighting their betrayers can go 2 for 2. Up next we got JP Spears in tag action against the woman he thought had his back and ditched him unceremoniously.
JP SPEARS AND SCREECH VS SARAH SHARP AND LUCENZA ROSSI (w/Crystelle)
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!
Hand Clapper starts playing and the crowd starts to clap along. JP runs out as the tron starts to play his reel and he plays to the crowd, clapping to either side before starting a jog towards the ring.
Ash: First! From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds, J! P! SPEEEEARS!!!
He slides under the bottom rope and takes off his cut-off T-shirt and throws it into the crowd.
Driven to the ring by his manager in a Rolls-Royce Phantom, in the ring Screech is bouncing up and down with anticipation of a test between two gladiators.
Ash: And his partner! From the Malloy Thunder Dojo, weighing 275 pounds, SCREECH!
Screech high fives JP.
Crystelle Bassano gets on the stage first. Boos rain down on her.
Crystelle: Shut up! SHUT UP! YOU listen to ME now! JP Spears, do you really think you are getting redemption? You look like I turned the hero movie off in the first act. You look like you went to audition for GEICO commercials and didn't realize they stopped doing the Cavemen commercials. You look like someone got you five whiskies deep and then you remembered you had a match. You look like you're Achilles but the heel in this situation is your face. Your woman left you and got a title shot, and you fell into a deep abyss. As it should be. You got Reverse Samsoned.
And Screech... Screech... Screech. The most interesting thing about you is your name, and it's also the most irritating. You want to use an eagle theme and you picked the worst possible part of them. Let me tell you something, Screech, you're not gonna be saved by the bell, you're gonna be beaten by it. Two of the premiere athletes are coming for you. Coming to the second part of her grand slam goal, and here to step on your head on her climb up, from Braintree, Vermont, the Debutante Doctor, Sarah Sharp!
Sarah Sharp puts her head up and points to her curriculum book as she walks out.
Crystelle: And her partner, the most beautiful woman in Italy, who finally realized she no longer needed to hide her absolute radiance behind a tiger mask, who traded orange and black for green and gold, but who has only intensified the wild inside, she stopped playing dress up and went for a glow up, from Milan straight to your hearts, LUCENZA ROSSI!
Lucenza comes out and flips her air, then scoffs a little as the audience boos.
Lucenza and Sarah take each others' hands and saunter down the ramp before helping each other in the ring.
The bell rings, with Sarah and JP starting.
Colin: Sarah starts with a devastating slap to JP, she's showing exactly how she feels about JP. She throws JP off the ropes, JP ducks the clothesline and comes back around for a Hit Stick! Screech runs in and dropkicks Lucenza off the apron, JP covers-
1!
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3!
JP Spears wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here are your winners, Screech and JP Spears!
Kendra: Redemption Tour is officially underway!
Arvin: Looks like a pit stop on the tour of despair.
Colin: You just can't give him anything, huh.
Kendra: We move on to our next match.
SOLEMN GUARDIAN VS BLOOD DRAWN
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Black smoke covers the front view as The Solemn Guardian walks out Carrying a tome like a bible almost symbolizing what is to come.. Ominous bells and ringing with the hiss of snakes the cawwing of ravens and soft chanting can be heard during this.
Ash: First, from Huntington, West Virginia, weighing in at 165 pounds, he is The Solemn Guardian!
The Solemn Guardian makes his way slowly down the ramp, the audience feeling chills as he passes them.
Colin: Guardian took Blood Drawn out of the Taxiderby match, possibly as a way to protect Moon but it can't be said for sure. But what we do know is that Blood Drawn is a man of vengeance and brutality, so Guardian is walking into a potential minefield here.
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 he slowly makes his way to the ring.
Ash: And his opponent, from Steel Haven, weighing in at 285 pounds, BLOOD DRAWN!
He stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.
The bell rings.
Colin: Blood Drawn starts with a straight punch. He's not playing around. Solemn grabs Blood Drawn's arm and yanks him in...Reckoning Clothesline! Brutal but Blood Drawn back to his feet quickly, gets behind Solemn and brutal German!! Another brutal German!! Picking up for a third but Solemn with a back-snapped headbutt and he lets go.
Kendra: Solemn off the ropes and goes for a lariat but Blood catches him in a Red Tide! Bones rattled! Blood with the pin-
1!
Colin: Solemn gets his shoulder up, Blood's gonna have to do more than that. Blood Drawn with a lariat OH SOLEMN DUCKS AND SCOOPS HIM UP! CONCILIATION SAMOAN DROP! Going for the pin-Blood doesn't even give him a 1.
Arvin: Solemn with a headbutt to him on his way to his feet and a stomp. Drawn throws back with a quick punch. Guardian with an ear slap and an axe kick. Drawn's hands up before the rest of him and he's got em around Guardian's neck!
Kendra: Guardian's expression isn't changing. He's not scared, he's stone cold. Drawn takes him up and double-handed chokeslam!! Going for the pin-
1!
Colin: Guardian gets the shoulder up. Drawn gets him tucked in and package piledriver! Solemn up with a drop toe hold. Oh, Drawn didn't like that. He's looking pretty peeved, Solemn, I'd get out of there...Drawn staring Solemn down, picks Solemn up and chokeslam NO SOLEMN GUARDIAN WITH THE HOLY PRECIPICE!
Arvin: BLOOD DRAWN KICKS WITHOUT EVEN A 1. THAT'S MY GUY RIGHT THERE. And a solid Bionic Elbow by Blood to the head of Solemn. Solemn is shocked, few people kick up from it so he's gonna try it again, yes he goes for another Holy Precipice!
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3!
Solemn Guardian wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, SOLEMN GUARDIAN!
Kendra: It took two shots of the Precipice to down Drawn, and Guardian knows what happens if he stays in the ring too long so he's making his way out before Drawn gets back up.
Arvin: Coward.
Colin: It's not cowardly to take your win and go.
Arvin: He should face him like a man and shake his hand.
Colin: Hey Blood Drawn, Arvin wants to face you like a man.
Kendra: Let's just move to our next match, shall we? Our fight against corruption.
GINA THIESO, MAGNUS, AND AM BROOKS VS TINO SABATELLI, ALESSIA ROMANO, AND SOLDAT
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following trios tag contest is scheduled for one fall!
The red carpet rolls out as Magnus, AM Brooks, and Gina Thieso strut out.
Ash: First! Representing Team Superstarz, Magnus, "Golden Gun" Gina Thieso, and "The First Lady of Punk" AM Brooks!
Magnus holds the rope for Gina and AM then enters himself.
The Anti-Corruption Limo pulls up. The door opens to Tino, Soldat, and Alessia.
Ash: And their opponents, representing La Family, "The Papa" Tino Sabatelli, Soldat, and Alessia Romano!
The bell rings.
Colin: Alessia with a straight punch on Gina Thieso. Gina responds with a gut punch, and a double axe handle. Scooping up Alessia and gutwrench powerbomb! Throwing Alessia off the ropes, going for the boot, Alessia ducks and scoops Gina up, Guerilla Press and into the F5!! Going for the pin-
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La Family wins by Pinfall from Alessia Romano to Gina Thieso!
Ash: Here are your winners, La Family!
Kendra: The men in this match were kinda pointless. That's not the first time I've said that.
Arvin: And we're onto the next match. Lotta squashes.
ACE ANARCHY AND MANTA RAY VS JAY THE JOKER AND UNCLE INSAMITY w/Harley Quinn
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
Joker walks out slowly with Purple and Green lights gleaming, Carrying his iconic crowbar everywhere he goes. Harley Quinn right behind him carrying her baseball bat.
Ash: First! Accompanied by Harley Quinn, from Gotham City, weighing in at 160 pounds, Jay the Joker!
Uncle Insamity comes out headbanging and skanking and sticking his tongue out to boos.
Ash: And his partner, from the Bath Salt Mines of Florida, weighing 178 pounds, American Mayhem, Uncle INSAMITY!
Arvin: This man frightens me.
White sparks rain down over the entrance as Ace Anarchy bursts onto the stage. The crowd goes absolutely bananas.
Ash: And their opponents! First, the INFERNO CHAMPION, from the Outback, Australia, weighing 225 pounds, the Thunder from Down Under, AAAAACE AAAAAANARCHY!
The screen behind him fills with falling ‘Joker’ playing cards, which ignite to reveal an anarchy symbol. As his theme song hits, red and white strobe lights flash in sync with the rhythm. Ace Anarchy throws his arms up, singing along behind his mask. The fans go absolutely bananas. He bounces down the ramp, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans before sliding into the ring, ready for action.
Swathed in Blue Light, Manta Ray jumps onto the stage, then runs to the ring high-fiving the fans.
Ash: And his partner! From Profundidas del Mar, weighing in at 185 pounds, MANTA RAY!
Kendra: And it'll be interesting to see if these two, who are scheduled to fight each other, can manage a team situation.
The bell rings.
Colin: Anarchy and Joker to start, Anarchy goes for a punch but Joker with a block and slap. The sheer disrespect. Anarchy snaps his head back and snap powerslam! Joker responds with an eye rake, and starts wrenching the arm of Anarchy. Ace easily gets to the rope. Joker yanks him back and whips into the corner, goes for the tag to Insamity, tags in and double short-arm lariat to Anarchy!
Kendra: Anarchy up and hits a swinging neckbreaker! Anarchy off the rope, Insamity up and Anarchy gets a running big boot! Anarchy gets Insamity up and a pop up powerbomb! Insamity rolls back a tic and drop toe hold to Anarchy. Anarchy sliding behind Insamity and ROLLICKING German Suplex! And another! Anarchy goes for the bridge pin but Insamity with an elbow to his face and rolls out.
Arvin: Anarchy's been keeping Insamity on the defensive for the most part, would do well to tag Joker back in. Another huge snap powerslam by Anarchy, keeping the pressure on but Insamity won't stay down and a jumping lariat! Anarchy kips up, Insamity headbutts him back down. Anarchy going for a hot tag but Insamity with a running elbow drop to the back of Anarchy! That's how you keep someone in the game ANARCHY WITH THE POP UP CUTTER!
Colin: Insamity goes Down with the System! Going for the pin and Manta with a rocket kick to Joker!
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Ace Anarchy and Manta Ray win by Pinfall from Anarchy to Insamity!
Ash: Here are your winners, ACE ANARCHY AND MANTA RAY!
Colin: Ace and Manta with their hands raised and they give each other a hug. You love to see it.
As the hug ends, the two keep eyes on each other. Ace holds the title belt up.
Kendra: And they have a lot of respect for each other, but that doesn't change the fact that Manta wants what Anarchy has.
The camera follows Jassy walking with a confident bounce through a backstage hallway. She’s dressed casual but sharp, pink fur coat, shades on, and the faintest hint of a smirk playing on her lips. She’s just received a message—one from MAWL General Manager Leila Blake. It reads:
“Private meeting. Conference Room C. Urgent opportunity regarding your future in MAWL. Come alone. – Leila Blake”
Jassy pushes the door open, expecting to see a suit behind a desk. But instead, the lights flicker on—and waiting in a semicircle around the far end of the table is the full weight of ZLI-
ZORA: You showed up. How obedient of you.
Jassy glances around.
JASSY: This don’t look like no contract signing. Where’s Leila?
ZORA: Leila? Oh please. You really thought she invited you? That woman’s too busy. She has no clue about this. This is me. I invited you, ‘Snazzy’ Jazzy.
Jassy grumbles knowing Zora got her name and moniker wrong.
JASSY: Cute. Catfishin’ me like this. What, y’all need fashion advice or somethin’?
ZLI laughs mockingly. Morgan cracks her neck. Bianca smirks. Kalpana glares.
ZORA: No, darling. We need closure. See, you humiliated me. In that Rumble? You tossed me out like I was nothing, in my own empire of all places. New York is my empire, Jassy. I’ve waited a long time to pay that humiliation back.
CASSANDRA: You didn’t think there wouldn’t be consequences, did you?
Jassy covers her mouth to stop her from laughing.
ZORA: So here’s what’s going to happen. You and me. One-on-one. Tonight. In a Lumberjackie Match.
Jassy raises an eyebrow.
JASSY: First of all, no one told you to come to the Empress City Slam, so that’s your own fault if you got humiliated. And I’m guessing all the “lumberjackies” are the ones all sittin’ here right now, huh?
ZORA: Of course. The entire ZLI will be surrounding that ring. To ensure fairness, of course…
Zora tilts her head.
But don't worry, I'll put out a call to your people and see if they care to attend too, so we can make an example of you.
JASSY: You really that scared of me you need to stack the whole damn deck?
ZORA: Oh honey, I’m not scared. I’m just thorough. I don’t want you or your little asylum cult infecting my federation. You walk around like you’re the queen of chaos, hanging off a madman’s coattails. You call that strength? It's a delusion.
VALENCIA: It’s embarrassing, is what it is.
ZORA: Nero has no business being in MAWL, and neither do his pets. Leila should be ashamed she ever let that worm get close to a ring. And now you wanna wiggle your way in too? Well if that’s the case, I'm going to have to stomp you out until you leave. Hah!
Jassy clenches her jaw, stepping toward Zora.
JASSY: I don’t need back up. I don’t need permission. I’ll walk out there, I’ll take you on, and I’ll slap that smug out your mouth. And Zora, I think I like it here, so I'm going to stick around here. SO GET USED TO IT!
ZORA: Well anywho, you’ll walk out there alone, alright. But you won’t walk out of the match in one piece.
The ZLI begins laughing, surrounding Jassy slightly as the camera lingers on her glare.
JASSY: You’re gonna regret that you ever wanted to fight me.
She turns and leaves, the laughter of ZLI echoing behind her. Zora, presses a button, on the table.
ZORA: Did you hear all that Leila? She agreed to it.
Zora intertwines her fingers, and looks at the camera with a smile, as it fades out.
Colin (VO): TONIGHT — ‘SASSY’ JASSY representing [TPS] vs. ZORA LUTHOR, leader of [ZLI], in an unsanctioned Lumberjackie Match to come, later tonight.
Colin: Jassy may be taking on more than she can chew walking into the ZLI den.
Arvin: She's not checking herself so she's gonna wreck herself.
Kendra: Her only chance is that the rest of Psycho $upremacy answer the call, but that seems unlikely.
Colin: So that's coming later tonight, but now we have another storied battle coming to view. Violet and Kiki Kruel have been going back and forth for some time now, and Violet in their last meeting fell short of beating Kiki.
Arvin: That's an understatement, my girl wrecked her.
Kendra: You mean TM Ichiban wrecked her and then Kiki just picked up the pieces.
Arvin: All that matters is whose hand is raised at the end of the day.
VIOLET AND MOON VS KIKI AND KYLIE KRUEL w/ TM Ichiban
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
As she bursts out of the gate, she finishes taping down her fists forearm length. When she is done, she stops and throws a haymaker forward, and two pyros explode. She takes her time, touching hands with fans.
Ash: First! From Los Angeles, California, VIOLET!
Colin: And Violet was given a missive that if she could beat Kiki Kruel today that she'd get a rematch for the title.
Arvin: Doesn't that shot belong to Sarah Sharp?
Kendra: My assumption is that it would become a triple threat.
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.
Ash: And her partner! 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.
Kendra: Well, Crystelle may have turned away from Moon but I still think he's fine.
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 One Punch Limo pulls up. TM Ichiban exits from the driver's seat.
He opens the limo door, and out come Kiki and Kylie Kruel with champagne flutes that they take a moment to finish.
Ash: And their opponents! Representing Kruel, the Sadistic Smile Kylie Kruel and the United States Champion, the One Punch Champ, Kiki Kruel!
The bell rings.
Kendra: Violet starts with Kylie and Violet with a giant backhand chop, and spins her around into the Bandit Country Lariat!! Going for a quick cover to end-
1!
Arvin: Kylie isn't afraid of no lariat. She kicks up, and snap suplex to Violet, going for the pin but Violet kicks easily and Kylie with an elbow to the back of Violet's head and into the Charity Case Crossface! Violet gasping for air a little bit, but makes it to the ropes.
Colin: Kylie clearly frustrated and slams Violet's face into the mat, but she's up and she's pissed and Bandit Country Lariat Number 2! Going for the cover-
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Kendra: And TM Ichiban rescuing Kylie. Andra Jones arguing with TM to get him away from the ring and KIKI KNUCKLES VIOLET! Kylie tries to pin but Moon rescues her. Kylie tags in and MOON WITH A HUGE CHOP TO KYLIE! ANOTHER HUGE CHOP! OFF THE ROPES AND GIANT HEADBUTT! Rolls Kylie up-
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Moon and Violet win by Pinfall from Moon to Kylie Kruel!
Ash: Here are your winners, Moon and Violet!
Kendra: And the champ proving largely ineffective in this match.
Arvin: What do you mean? She dropped Violet with that Punch! And look, she's coming for Moon as well and MOON DUCKS HER AND CLOTHESLINES HER OUT!
Kendra: And Violet is motioning for the title shot! She's making the title motion around She may have done it, this victory may mean-
Elisa: Now, I don't know why y'all are celebrating. As I see it, you didn't earn your shot. You didn't get the win, Violet, and Kiki Kruel didn't get the loss, and those were the two only things that needed to happen.
The audience boos.
Elisa: Now I'm a sporting person. So here's what I'm going to do. Next week, if you can take on four Kruel members, and you can beat four Kruel members, then I will happily add you to the title match and make it a triple threat.
Colin: She's changing the stipulations and moving the goalposts.
Arvin: She's the boss, she can do that.
Kendra: She's not the boss, Leila Blake is, and I think a lot of people have forgotten that.
Elisa: But if you CAN'T, then you're going to need to find a new belt to chase because you'll be barred from any match where any member of Kruel is defending a belt.
Colin: Damn. Elisa really throwing her weight around. But Violet seems to accept the deal, not that I think she'd have a choice.
Kendra: As we're talking about belts, the reigning champ Wonderwolf is about to take on his Taxiderby opponent, Mal Sangre, one on one, in a non-title match.
Colin: He finally put his rivalry with Question Mark to bed for the time being and I know that Heloisa Cabral was waiting for him, but he was already on his way to the ring.
Arvin: Better luck next week, Lo.
WONDERWOLF VS MAL SANGRE
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Arena Lights go out, while heavy fog starts filling the entrance ramp, Wonderwolf's logo flashes over the screen, and an introductory video starts playing, as Wonderwolf makes his way to the ring with his entrance music.
Ash: First! From Amsterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the Asylum Champion, WONDERWOLF!!
The light go out and a spotlight hits the center of the ring where Wonderwolf is started howling.
When Mal Sangre enters the arena, the atmosphere shifts.
A blood-red mist spills from the stage as the lights dim, and ominous drumming reverberates through the air. His fiery eyes glow through the haze as he emerges, walking with a measured, menacing stride.
Ash: And his opponent! From the Ancient Bloodline of Forgotten Kings, weighing in at 230 pounds, the Vessel of Wrath, MAL! SAAAAANGRE!
The mist seems to follow him as he approaches the ring, his imposing frame silhouetted against the flickering crimson lights. He climbs into the ring and slowly raises his hands, summoning the mist to engulf him.
The bell rings.
Colin: The match begins! Wonderwolf and Mal circling each other, a taste of what's to come at Mayday as Wonderwolf puts his belt on the line. Wonderwolf and Mal tangle up. Mal whips Wolf across the way, going for the boot, Wolf ducks! Comes back around and going for the cross body and-
The lights go out.
Kendra: Oh now what!
The lights snap back on and-
Kendra: RADE HAS WONDERWOLF BY THE THROAT! He appears to have caught him in mid-air!
Arvin: Now that La Sangre Maldita has abandoned Mal Sangre, Ann "Atomic" Lee has been courting him.
Colin: Sangre is big enough on his own, but this is a ridiculous situation now for Wonderwolf and-
Kendra: LYNX OUTTA NOWHERE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO RADE! LYNX RESCUES WONDERWOLF AND THEY'RE FACING OFF WITH RADE AND MAL!
Colin: This still feels like an unbalanced match.
Arvin: Wasn't a Lynx a handheld game system in your youth Colin?
Colin: If you're Rade or Mal Sangre, Lynx is still a handheld game now.
Ash: This match will now be restarted as a tag team contest!
Arvin: Lynx is pretty stupid getting involved like this.
Kendra: Wonderwolf and Mal telling Lynx and Rade to get to the apron, and the bell rings again. Mal picks Wonder up by the throat, throws him up and that's quite some height WOLF COMES DOWN WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!
Colin: Mal Sangre tries to get to his feet and Wolf has in the Kimura! Wolf Lock!!
Kendra: Mal Sangre going for the ropes and reaching for Rade or leverage or something-
The lights go out again!
Colin: Oh COME ON!
This time they take a bit longer to come on. When the lights go back on, Rade and Lee are knocked out, Sangre is slumped in Wolf's hold, and holding the Asylum belt is-
Arvin: Looks like Tragedeigh just had her revenge, maybe?
Colin: At least with Rade and Ann. Wolf still has the hold on Mal though and Mal isn't responding! Andra is calling for the bell!
Wonderwolf and Lynx win by Submission...or referee stoppage...not clear?
Ash: Here are your winners, Wonderwolf and Lynx!
Colin: AND TRAGEDEIGH CLOCKS LYNX WITH THE BELT! AND TRAGEDEIGH CLOCKS WONDERWOLF WITH THE BELT! TRAGEDEIGH HOLDS THE BELT UP HIGH!
Kendra: She's calling her shot!
Arvin: Everyone's gonna bow to the Queen.
Colin: This is quite the mess in the ring that Tragedeigh is leaving. A true trail of destruction. She's intent on making La Sangre the most dominant force in MAWL.
WildFire is back stage as the Camera is focused on him.
WildFire : Alright let's keep this short and, because I am feeling six kinds of sour right now and I don't want to waste anymore time on this crap then I have to.
WildFire gathers his breath Angrily and snarls.
WildFire: 50 cent you Jerk, after all the back and forth ....bull crap you've done over the past few weeks , all I really want to do is send you home in an ambulance so you can spend the next six months in a body cast! So tonight, when I step in the ring, I am strongly motivated not only to win, but to break every BONE IN YOUR BODY.! And if PDiddy comes down and tries any of his same old same old.. well I will make sure he ends up in the same hospital. with the same condition, in the same room, in the bed next to you!
WilldFire turns and walks away.
Colin: If I were 50 I would watch my back right about now. I've never seen WildFire this heated.
Arvin: He clowned him in front of his family and Balor took the win. I'd be pissed too.
Kendra: Look I mean no shade to WildFire but it didn't seem like he was gonna beat Balor regardless.
Colin: All the same he's been campaigning for a rematch. It remains to be seen if Balor will give it to him, or if Elisa will give it to him, or not.
Arvin: I dunno about all that but I do know that WildFire's about to come out and seek his piece of flesh.
WILDFIRE VS 50 CENT
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The titantron shows money signs as green and gold fireworks surround the entranceway. 50 Cent walks out strutting and flashing his chain as the crowd pops.
Ash: FIRST! From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 215 pounds, 50 CENT!
Colin: With each cent weighing 4.3 pounds, the accumulation makes for a huge sack of change upside your head.
Kendra: Where do you come up with this stuff.
Colin: Because if 50 Cents is 215 pounds then-
Arvin: Nerd.
Arena light go out as the crowd goes silent. The Titantron goes all white, as the name "WildFire" is displayed on the main screen, before he makes an appearance. "Better than the Best!!!", "!2 out of 10 !!!", "8 stars out of 5 !!!","Simply the Greatest EVER!!!"
WildFire charges out of the crowd sliding into the ring.
Ash: And his opponent! From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, WILDFIRE!
WildFire kneels in the center of the ring both arms raised. Fireworks Explode from the 4 ring posts as "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister plays.
Kendra: The man is angry, but he still has time to strut. He does get up quicker than usual from the kneel though and tries to bum rush 50 Cent.
The bell rings.
Kendra: And the bum rush leads to a Thesz Press by WildFire, throwing fists left and right at 50 Cent. 50 Cent Kangaroo Kicks him off and jumps up with a forearm shot! Into an elbow drop! 50 pounding his chest for the crowd.
Arvin: Very early to be celebrating, but he's able to follow it with a couple quick stomps. 50 WRECKS him with a Spinebuster and going for the Early Pin-WildFire reverses into a headlock and gets the arm wrapped behind 50...locking it in tight and 50 pushing towards the rope.
Colin: WildFire is a master of submission, so 50 has to get to the ropes quickly before WildFire cranks the hold in, and looks like he's going to remain in the match. Ref counting for Wild to let go...
1! 2! 3!
Kendra: Wild releases the hold before the 5 count. They both step away from the ropes and WILDFIRE SPINS 50 CENT AROUND! HYPEREXTENDING THE BACK AND HE'S GOT THE PAIN IN THE BACK LOCKED IN WAIT 50 IS RISING UP AND CARRYING WILDFIRE UP WITH HIM, SAMOAN DROP BUT WILDFIRE ROLLS HIM OVER INTO A PIN- But 50 kicks.
Colin: Each of em has the answer for the other. 50 lifts WildFire up and Military Press Slam. Elbow drop and a pin-WildFire with a quick kick, and jumps up to whack him with a BOOM2! Going for a pin-
1!
Colin: I don't see Diddy but I sure hear him, it's enough to distract Andra and 50 kicks out. Diddy saves 50?
Kendra: I think it's more messing with Wild. Regardless, 50 with a headbutt and he's up. 50 picks Wild up for a powerbomb and Wild reverses into a headscissors! 50 to his feet and he's pissed, going to try again and LAST RIDE TO WILDFIRE!
1!
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TH-NO! WILDFIRE GETS TO THE ROPES!
Arvin: Wild kicks 50 in the face and to his feet. Kicks 50 again and jumps...DEATHROLLLLLL!
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WildFire wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, WILDFIRE!
Arvin: WildFire overcame reversals, kicking out of multiple of his finishers, and Diddy's involvement to prove to everyone here that he is undisputedly the man.
Colin: The Rivalry Train continues! We've got a New Team Coming, it would have been a Trio but Charlotte was fired for her attack on Heloisa last week.
Kendra: They've been starting a Zero Tolerance policy for backstage staff and Charlotte was the first one to be cut, so this group may well be accepting applications.
VENOM CARTEL VS TYLER HAYES AND TY "NEON SKY" LANCER
Ding ding ding!
The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
Donna Matrix is out first and cracks her cat o' nine tails made of ethernet cables.
Donna: Asbury Park, New Jersey. Your entire world, your reality, is breaking before your very eyes. You have no chance to try to rescue it, you have no chance to try to unsee it, or avoid it, or forget it. There is no going back and there is no safeword. What you feel running through your veins right now. It starts with fear, then curiosity, then a tingling, and then a realization. What you feel running through your veins...is...VENOM. And I, Donna Matrix, am here to make you submit to your new reality, the man you are about to meet is here to break your old one.
Bowen Baneclaw steps onto the stage and stomps it, green plumes of smoke arising.
Ash: First, Bowen Baneclaw and Donna Matrix, the VENOM CARTEL!
The audience boos as the green plumes of smoke follow them down the ramp and they enter the ring.
Blackout. Then sudden bursts of neon laser lights cut through fog. Ty appears in a crouch under a UV spotlight, rising slowly in sync with the bass drop.
Ash: And their opponents! First, from the Electric City, weighing 201 pounds, TY NEOOOON SKY LANCER!
Lights sync to the beat as he dances and hypeman-walks to the ring, engaging the crowd with finger-point taunts.
Kendra: The crowd absolutely loving Lancer, who was the fill-in for Tyler when he was hurt, only for Bowen to throw their match and viciously beat him down. Lancer remains in good spirits, but no doubt that he has that beat down in mind.
The lights black out for a pregnant pause.
The Pretender is blasted through the stadium with Yellow & Green lights floating over the crowd. The crowd loses their minds. There are small elements of a standing ovation, but the whole stadium is clapping along with the drums of the song.
Colin: He's BAAAAACK.
When ready the lights will meet directly at the top of the crowd. Where Tyler is standing proud.
Ash: AND HIS PARTNER! From Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 220 pounds, TYYYYYYLER HAAAAAYES!
He makes his way down through the crowd making sure to shake hands with anyone who wants it, though there is a determination in his step. He signs an autograph for a fan at the front of the barrier, gives his headphones to a little girl in the audience, jumps over the barricade and does a lap of the ring smacking the crowds hands as he comes around, he shakes hands with the commentators, slides into the ring and shakes hands with the ref, and leans forward in preparation of this match. The bell rings.
Kendra: Bowen with a sidekick to Hayes and snap suplex! Scoop slam to Hayes! And a tag to Donna. Donna charging Hayes and Hayes catches her in a powerslam! Going for a pin but Donna kicks easily. Donna pulls him up and Ripcord Uranage! Hayes tries to scoop up into a quick schoolboy pin-easy kick out by Donna. Hayes throws Donna into the corner and tags in Lancer, Hayes throws Donna off the ropes and Lancer over the ropes with a spinning wheel kick!
Colin: Lancer with a quick chop to Matrix, and he comes off the ropes, handspring cutter! And a knee drop. Coming off the ropes now, taking the rolling thunder and Split Leg Moonsault! PULSE CRASH! Going for the pin-Bowen with the rescue.
Arvin: Did they really think they were gonna get away with that with a fresh Bowen in tow? Lancer undeterred, heading to the apron and bounces in with a Tornillo on Matrix! Takes the run and shooting star press!! We just got taken through a Laser Loop! Donna tries for the Possum Pin, but Lancer bounces out quickly. Lancer up to his feet and Donna Matrix catches him into a chokeslam!! That's how you do it.
Kendra: Donna heading for a tag but Lancer catches her into a La Magistral! Tyler Hayes boots Bowen off the apron!
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Tyler Hayes and Ty "Neon Sky" Lancer win by Pinfall from Lancer onto Donna Matrix!
Ash: Here are your winners, Tyler Hayes and Ty "Neon Sky" Lancer!!
Colin: And the Tys have it! Tyler Hayes and Bowen battling to the backstage, and this I think is a good time to take a commercial break.
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A commotion is heard backstage, slamming and breaking and throwing, and a door being kicked open. A security guard can be heard screaming, "Hey you can't be back here!"
Security guards get knocked to the left and right as if they are thrush in a jungle falling prey to a machete. Within the crowd emerges-
Scott grunts and tears through the guards, throwing some into others, delivering knockout punches to some, and dropping some with lariats and boots. After some time and little struggle, he stands alone. A waft of cigar smoke permeates the air and a slow clap.
Elisa: Verrrrry impressive, Mr. Deadly. Oh I guess that's not your name anymore. What's your badge say? Scott Razor? They should have checked for a badge before assuming you weren't meant to be here. I'll probably fire them all. Both for dereliction of duty and because they were too easy to wallop. Okay, well, Mr. Razor, you certainly made a show of this, but I'm not just going to give you a contract. You have to prove you still have it in the ring. We've got a cell that we've been meaning to use today. Come with me.
Colin (VO): Mayday 2025 is now four weeks away, and this year we're going to be doing a Danger Room Match for a Tag Title Shot! Balor Wolfe defends his Mania Title against Tamara Rivers! La Sangre Maldita will be defending against Spirit Crusher! SlowMo Tapout will defend her title in a 2 out of 3 Submission Match against El Cerrador! The Trios Title will be defended in a Next Level Match! And so much more! Tickets are almost sold out so take your chance to come down to Virginia Beach with us while you can.
Kendra: We haven't even gotten the full card yet and I'm already pumped for Mayday.
Colin: I'm personally curious about who all is going to be in that Danger Room Match. This has been a strange year in that the events that would typically tie our Pay Per Views up are happening at other times. It's both confusing and exciting.
Arvin: I'm looking forward to seeing SlowMo just absolutely break El Cerrador once and for all.
Colin: Ass-kissing won't get you invited into the Currency Cartel, Arvin.
Kendra: Our next match comes following an unexpected end to Daniel's feud with Genesis, who as we speak is probably in some other country somewhere trying to find his way back. Daniel and Genesis had a trial by combat situation for the power of the Destroyer Mask and Daniel handily wiped the floor with Genesis, only for Omega to invoke trial by combat next and absolutely decimate Daniel.
Arvin: And then the idiot who would have had ultimate power chose instead to launch said ultimate power into the Hudson.
Colin: Well, if we've learned anything about this mask, it doesn't give up easily. We'll see if we can get a normal fight or if some supernatural shenanigans occur.
DANIEL VS OMEGA X
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Loud-repeating booms fills the arena with big letter ‘D’ showing up in the titantron before it changes to ‘Daniel’ as the soundtrack Waiting - Not Forgotten played ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3HP8bog39Q ) through the PA.
Daniel walks slowly in his long coat through the ramp down to the ring.
Ash: First! From Moultree County, Illinois, weighing in at 284 pounds, DANIEL!
His eyes are fixed and focused, locking on to his opponent. He climbs the steel stair and enters the ring through the 2nd rope. Finally he’s posing his Destroyer’s Roar with loud big banged pyros from the turnbuckle behind him.
The lights strobe from total darkness to almost house lights level brightness through the opening crescendo riff. Once the main riff is about to hit Omega X stands on the stage, arms crossed in front of him.
Omega takes a breath and ushers in the main riff by stopping and uncrossing his arms with a shot, causing two plumes of flame behind him in an X pattern.
Ash: And his opponent! From the Endtimes, weighing in at 355 pounds, OMEGA! X!
Omega storms down the ramp with intensity, beating his chest once in a while as he stares Daniel down.
Colin: These two titans of vengeance, looking to absolutely destroy each other, and I know it's a standard rules match but if I were Andra I wouldn't get in the way of these two.
Kendra: Right, just call the pin or submission and cash the check.
Arvin: I like this side of you two.
The bell rings.
Colin: They grapple each other, Daniel slides behind Omega and German Suplex! Going for the quick pin and absolutely not. Omega up and going for the swinging lariat, Daniel ducks and gets him into a full nelson and OH That slam looks like it hurts even for someone the size of Omega.
Kendra: Daniel not giving Omega a chance to get up, that's smart, and deadlifts him into a Pumphandle Slam. Daniel staying on him with a series of stomps. This is exactly how you handle Omega, that one breath of air is all it takes for a fire to catch so you have to keep the pressure on. And he locks him in that Cloverleaf! Omega struggling to get up and Daniel bends it backwards! He elevates the hold...AND decides to put pressure on the back in the same time.
Colin: Omega struggling to get to the ropes, Daniel elevates the hold further! Moves his foot to Omega's head!
Arvin: No one is meant to bend that way. I don't care how muscular you are.
Kendra: In fact, being this muscular is a huge disadvantage in a situation like this, muscle is solid and inflexible at that stage of the body. Daniel's tactic here is smart. He isn't trying to beat Omega at the strength game, he softened up the back just enough that Omega won't immediately power out and now he's breaking him in various places, putting pressure on the body and stress that a body like this can't handle. If Omega had the strength to power out, it's being zapped away from him.
Arvin: Normally I'd say strength would win every time, but I actually think he might end Omega's career if Omega doesn't tap soon.
Colin: You may be right, Omega's body is clearly loosening and not in a way that engenders escape. Andra looking closely in the situation and she's deciding for Omega.
Daniel wins by Referee Stoppage!
Ash: Here is your winner, Daniel!
Daniel stands with his arm crossed and looks over Omega. Daniel breathes deeply and releases his arms, letting out the Destroyer Roar. The crowd pops.
Kendra: That is the breath of a man who has seen his demons put to bed.
Colin: This was a trial by combat, yes?
Kendra: I believe so, why?
Colin: Daniel can enjoy his peace for now, but I don't know that the Mask won't seek him again.
Arvin: And if does, he'd be wise to take the mask up.
Kendra: This match showed that he's perfectly capable of doing it without the mask.
Arvin: Yes, but is he capable of doing it if another is in possession?
The camera flickers on. We see an abandoned warehouse; rusted beams, broken glass, the floor slick with grime. Somewhere distant, metal groans and creaks. Gozu stands in the center, arms folded, a battered steel chair gripped in one hand.
His shadow stretches unnaturally against the wall behind him. His voice is low, but each word feels like a blade slowly being dragged across stone.
Gozu: "William Scott Goldberg."
He lets the name hang in the air for a long, uncomfortable moment, as if savoring it.
Gozu: "A force of nature. A wrecking ball. A man who never learned to stop... only to smash."
Gozu chuckles; a sound that’s almost more exhale than laugh, dry and hollow.
Gozu: "You made a career out of speed... out of violence... out of not thinking."
He takes a slow step forward, the chair dragging behind him with a shrill, scraping noise.
Gozu: "You left bodies in your wake. You left dreams shattered under your boots. You left heroes broken."
He pauses, and his voice drops, thick with barely masked contempt.
Gozu: "Some of us… we watched. We remembered."
Gozu grips the chair tighter, his knuckles whitening under his gloves.
Gozu: "You end legacies with a Spear and a Jackhammer. No thought. No care. Just accidents right?"
He tilts his head, his masked face unreadable, his voice a low snarl.
Gozu: "But you made one mistake, -Bill-. You thought the world would forget just because you 'got over it'. That the debts you carved into flesh would never come due."
He steps even closer to the camera, looming now, the chair slipping down in his grasp as if being readied to swing.
Gozu: "You don't scare us. Your rage? Your brute force? It's nothing. It's wild, untamed, stupid. Swinging wildly like you're a hammer and every problem is a nail."
Gozu’s voice grows colder, steadier, the tension building like a wire stretched too tight.
Gozu: "We're not coming at you headfirst. We’re not going to meet you at your speed. No..."
He slowly and pointedly drags the chair across the concrete floor, small sparks leaping up in its wake.
Gozu: "We're going to watch you burn yourself out. We're going to tear away the myth, strip it down until all that's left is a man; small, broken, and gasping for a past that won’t save him. Trapped in a cage, with no one to help him."
The screeching of the chair stops. Gozu’s voice drops to a whisper so low it almost forces the listener to lean in.
Gozu: "Tell us Billy boy. Which breaks first. The Hammer, or the Anvil?"
Gozu lets out a dry chuckle before continuing.
Gozu: "You ended the dreams of the best there ever was. But you will not end ours."
He leans in close, until his shadow completely devours the frame.
Gozu: "This time, you get to be the 'accident'."
The screen cuts to black with a violent slam of metal against concrete — as if the chair was thrown down, ending the scene with a jarring finality.
Arvin: You may not realize it at first glance, but Gozu may well be one of the most intelligent people on our roster.
Colin: The biggest mistake people make with Gozu is they see him and expect Bane from the Schumacher movie when in reality he's closer to the Bane from the comic books. His brute strength is but one element of his arsenal.
Kendra: And he's already calling his shot. Normally that would be bad strategy, but Gozu's ring intelligence is strong enough to know that Goldberg is not one to change up his ring technique. I wouldn't have made that assertion against a WildFire or a Heartbreaker but Gozu has Goldberg's number and this could well look to be an absolute shellacking if Goldberg isn't careful.
HELL IN THE CELL
GOZU VS GOLDBERG
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following hell in the cell contest is scheduled for one fall and can only be won by pinfall or submission!
Goldberg storms onto the entrance way and growls on the stage, calling up fireworks on either side of him with a roar.
Ash: First! From Oklahoma, weighing in at 284 pounds, GOOOOLD! BERG!
Goldberg storms down the ramp.
Arvin: He doesn't look worried. He probably should.
Colin: Goldberg never backs down from a challenge or a fight, he'll keep doing this until he's 80.
Arvin: If he lasts that long.
The lights in the arena go black as the sound of wind whipping through can be faintly heard. Abruptly a guitar chord kicks from the opening of Archenemy - Handshake with Hell in as dim red light fills every corner of the the arena. Thick fog billows out from the entryway as the music swell, fire erupting at the edges of the stage. Gozu strides out through the fog, his figure silhouetted by lighting from behind him.
Ash: And his opponent! Weighing 320 pounds, GOZU!!
Gozu takes his time stalking toward the ring one pace at a time, and upon reaching the ring walks up the steps and up onto the apron. Fog seeping out from under the ring as he reaches it. Gozu push down the top rope and steps over it to enter and takes a few measured paces before sprinting to the far ring corner.
Gozu grabs the turnbuckle as the music reaches a fever pitch and slams his head down into the turnbuckle cover several times. Each impact sending a pillar of pyro firing out of the ring posts. Gozu turns and drops into a crouching position in the same corner as the music fades out and the venue lights come back up and the cell lowers.
The bell rings.
Colin: Goldberg eyeing Gozu up and he may be changing up his tech...nope, going for a Spear and Gozu sidesteps him! Goldberg spills out over the apron and crashes alongside the cell wall! Did...I think Goldberg just did the Daria hand!
Kendra: Goldberg to his feet and up to the Apron, Gozu back elbows him right back off without so much as a step away from where he was! Goldberg would do well to learn strategy and back up onto the Apron, Gozu casually flips the rope and Goldberg back in the ring.
Arvin: Gozu is moving the casualness of a man waiting for the check at Sunday Brunch. Goldberg getting frustrated and grapples, Gozu, trying to lift him up and Gozu with the headbutt! Goldberg trying to throw some punches, get a little hit in and Gozu is pushed back a little bit, Goldberg charging back and coming back around and Gozu leaves the ring! Goldberg belly flops the Spear!
Colin: Is he running away from the match? Gozu pulls the door off the cell and to the outside, starting to climb a bit...he's knocking on the cell wall, motioning Goldberg to come for him?
Kendra: He's not running from him, he's baiting him. If I were Goldberg I wouldn't take and he's out of the ring. Unbelievable.
Arvin: Gozu taking a nice stroll up the cell wall and Goldberg is scurrying after him. See, if it were me, I'd do like Mario World and I'd climb the other side of the cell to try to punch him off.
Colin: If it were you this match would have been over and we would have had to clean skidmarks from the ring.
Kendra: Even with Goldberg's scurrying, Gozu is up on the ceiling of the cell first! Gozu is waiting and he...appears to be on his phone? Can we get a camera up there?
Arvin: This is an invasion of privacy and he's appearing to be checking something? Oh? He appears to be bidding on something and... (his phone dings, under his breath) son-of-a-
Colin: Everything good?
Arvin: Yeah sorry, just an under the wire outbid so sorry (quickly types something on his phone) Hell yeah buzzer beater! I just won the eBay bid on this really cool authentic Samurai mask and-
Gozu appears to get a ding on his phone and he pulls it out, then looks down at Arvin just as Goldberg gets to the top of the cell.
Kendra: Hey Arvin who did you outbid on that mask?
Arvin: I...Oh.
Arvin looks up just in time to receive Goldberg flying right into him.
Colin: You gotta admire Gozu's precision aim. Real masterwork.
Kendra: We should move.
Colin: Yeah, I'm sensing that.
Kendra and Colin get away from the table as both Goldberg and Arvin suffer the Purgatory Plunge. Gozu drapes each over a shoulder and carries them back in through the cell door, giving Kendra and Colin a nod as he walks back, and dumps them in the ring. He lays both of them out for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
Gozu wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, GOZU!
Colin: And I'm receiving word from the officials that Arvin Wallace-Jones now has his first official recorded loss! Arvin Wallace-Jones is on the books as 0-1. That's petty as hell and I love it.
Kendra: Never outbid a Gozu.
Colin: I know that's right.
Kendra: Well the cell is staying down so I assume we have another match with it coming up-
The cameras pan around Convention Hall in Asbury Park as the fans in attendance cheer in the excitement of being on TV. The lights in the arena progressively, but quickly dim until there is a slight darkness hanging over the arena. The opening riffs of “Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica begins to play from the speakers and plumes of smoke can be seen filling the centre of the stage.
The darkness remains through the intro, before the song drops and a spotlight shines on the center of the stage, revealing a silhouette of a man within the mist clutching a bat.
Colin: I know Elisa Mae He was talking to this man earlier, and now a legend stands on our stage. Bruised and beaten by time but ready to exact vengeance on time itself if need be.
He lifts the bat and points it towards the ring, the tip of it emerging from the shroud. As the song picks up pace, he cuts through the smoke by swiping upwards and emerges from it, standing at the top of the stage as red and white lights weave their way around the crowd like serpents - who respond with feverish anticipation.
Ash: The following contest is a Hell in the Cell Match! The only way to win is by pinfall or submission! Introducing first, weighing in at 336 pounds, he is The Bully of Bullies - SCOOOOTTT RAAAAAZOOR!!
He begins to stride forward towards the ring confidently with his bat hanging over his shoulder. He calmly walks up the ring steps, entering the ring and faces each side of the arena with his bat raised in the air, shouting ferociously. He finally turns to the front of the arena to wait for his opponent.
Kendra: And it's not clear who Elisa Mae has in store for the Bully of Bullies, but knowing her, it's either going to be someone embarrassing like Kitty! or someone brutal like-
HELL IN THE CELL
SCOTT RAZOR VS THOR
Thor stands on the top of the Titantron holding a sledgehammer designed to look like Mjolnir as lightning effects flash all around the arena.
Ash: And his opponent! From Belize, weighing in at 245 pounds, the King of Kings, THOR!
Thor ziplines down and lands on the roof of the cell.
SMASH!
SMASH!
Kendra: Thor using that sledgehammer to slam through the ceiling of the cell! The cell is shaking with each hit and Thor kicks it open!
Thor drops through the ceiling landing in a superhero pose. The bell rings.
Colin: If that was meant to intimidate Scott, it sure didn't work. Thor swings the sledgehammer, Scott with a quick duck and takes the bat right to the ribs of Thor and an uppercut with the bat! Scott throwing the bat to the side and switching to his fists, a solid right to the face and two left jabs to the midsection.
Kendra: You have to admire that Scott took the attitude of "I don't need the bat to beat you" before knowing if Thor was going to drop the sledgehammer. Scott makes that choice for him, grabs the sledgehammer with both hands and uses it to pull Thor closer, a huge boot to the midsection and Thor releases the hammer, Scott slams the handle of it over Thor's back and throws it to the side. Thor wants a real fight and I'm not sure that's a great call.
Colin: Thor with a back body drop to Razor and I suspect you may be right. I hate that I have to keep admitting that.
Kendra: Razor up to his feet quickly and a ravaging Spinebuster to Thor in response. Picks Thor up by the hair and whips him across the ropes, ducks down to get him in the position for the Fireman's Carry but Thor with the knee to the face and clubbing axe handle to the back. Razor turns his head slowly up, almost a Stewie Griffin head turn and UPPERCUT WITH THE RIGHT. THOR SPIRALING BACK AND RAZOR CATCHES HIM UP FOR A HUGE POWERBOMB!
Colin: Razor not letting up and mounted hooks, Thor's head just snapping side to side like it's watching a tennis match and a bionic elbow to the face! Razor lets out a roar and deadlifts Thor into a Military Press!
1!
Kendra: Thor is up, Razor with a series of headbutts and Thor EVADES! RAZOR EATS MAT! Thor gets Razor into a headlock submission and wrapping the legs around, not often we see Thor take a technical approach.
Colin: Well, he's not showing a lot of conviction with the hold, doesn't quite look he has the technical savvy to maintain it and Razor rising to his feet....overhead belly to belly! Thor bounces off the mat! Thor tries to get to his feet and RAZOR GOING FOR A GERMAN BUT THOR BULLDOGS! Thor off the ropes, running back around and jumps Razor, swings back and an elbow drop to the back of the head! Lifting Razor's head up by the beard and a huge chop to the chest! And another! And...RAZOR SPITS IN HIS EYE. Thor startled a bit, Razor with the DDT. Picking him up again into a deadlift German!!
Kendra: A SECOND GERMAN! A THIRD GERMAN! Thor goes for the lariat and Razor ducks THOR TO THE BACK WITH AN ELBOW! IT WAS A TRICK! Razor could have given him a Vertebral Annihilation but now needs to get to his feet! Razor sees the bat...he also sees the sledgehammer...Thor sees him seeing them, they both rush to the weapons and Razor with a rising knee shot to get Thor away! RAZOR HAS BOTH WEAPONS! He bell claps Thor with them!!
Colin: He learned. Getting rid of the weapons was a bad call. And now he's drummin' on the turnbuckle and the crowd is whipped into a frenzy! BAT TO THE MIDSECTION OF THOR! SPINS AROUND AND SLEDGEHAMMER TO THE MIDSECTION! DOUBLE SMASH INTO THE BACK OF THOR! AND NOW HE'S GOING HOG WILD!
Kendra: He's going full Lars Ulrich! This is some double bass power! And Thor is an absolute mess! Scott hammer throws both weapons to the cell wall and goes for the cover!
1!
2!
3!
Scott Razor wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, the Bully of Bullies, SCOTT RAZOR!
The crowd pops loudly. Scott stands on the turnbuckle and roars at the crowd.
Colin: The man may no longer be Crimson, but he remains as deadly as ever, and the fans are eating it up.
A chant of "Welcome Back! Welcome Back!"
Kendra: So I suppose Elisa Mae is going to have to eat-
Kendra: Wait! That's not the music of Elisa Mae-oh boss lady is back!
Leila: Now hold on, just hold on everyone.
The crowd hushes.
Leila: When I put...not even Elisa Mae...when I gave CN Starz the position of General Manager, the ability to handle the day to day, I did so with the expectation that I could handle this company's bigger business and things would run smoothly. I did so with the expectation that I wouldn't have to come out here and pull rank and that I could focus on getting us the best stars and the best deals and making this the best damn company. I expected it would be clear who the boss was around here.
Leila sighs, and looks apologetic.
Leila: Scott. I'm so sorry. I didn't approve this match or even know it was happening until I overheard Elisa. I also know from overhearing her that she had no intention of providing you with a contract. You were led here under false pretenses. In her words "I can't wait to see Thor decimate that homeless." You were brought to fight in bad faith.
Leila: HOWEVER.
Leila: I hold here, what IS an official contract. You are a legend in this industry and I would be thrilled to have you here. No test match. No fighting for your position on the roster. Yes, you will fight, and it will be hard, but your job is not in jeopardy. Welcome to MAWL.
The crowd pops.
Leila: AND, Elisa Mae, you and I have unfinished business and I will see you in the ring at Mayday.
The crowd loses it.
Colin: Looks like it's gonna be a battle of the bosses.
Kendra: And we continue on with a tag team contest.
MAWLIWOOD BLONDES VS LOS HEROES DE LA CALLES
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
El Gallito Loco sprints to the ring, flapping his arms like wings-
while Tortuga de Acero shuffles behind, slowly waving to the crowd.
Ash: First! At a combined weight of 300 pounds, Tortuga de Acero and El Gallito Loco, Los Heroes de la Calle!!!
El Gallito runs back to drag Tortuga to the ring. Once inside, they pose dramatically, with El Gallito striking martial arts poses while Tortuga hides behind his "shell."
Kendra: Los Heroes want to be taken more seriously as competitors, and part of that was taking a break to get Gallito off the Hope Spot. Let's see how they do against this team that's on the rise.
The ramp displays a red carpet video as Mark Anderson and Winston Lewis strut out to the stage, posing for paparazzi.
Ash: And their opponents, representing Team Superstarz, from Hollywood, California, their agents have forbidden me from reporting on their combined weights, Red Carpet Mark Anderson, High Risk Winston Lewis, the MAWLIWOOD BLONDES!
Before entering the ring, Mark pulls back an imaginary velvet rope, "allowing" Winston in first before following with a smirk.
Colin: (flatly) Oh look, what a joy, we're joined by AM Brooks on commentary.
AM: With Arvin in traction somebody had to make sure you boneheads didn't mess this up.
Kendra: In other words, MAWLIWOOD has it in their rider that they require an ass-kiss on booth.
The bell rings.
Colin: Gallito and Lewis starting, our high energy, high impact half of the match. Already they're circling around each other with increasing speed. Lewis whips Gallito into the corner, early tag to Anderson and Anderson grabs Gallito, Lewis taking a run and spinning heel kick!
Kendra: Anderson whips Gallito off the ropes and a back body NO Gallito lands on his feet and dives for the tag in to Tortuga! Gallito sends him back with a Turtle Toss!! Tortuga goes for the pin, but Anderson gets the shoulder up early and drives Tortuga down with a Cutaway Clothesline.
AM: Anderson may be the slower of the two Blondes, but compared to anyone let alone Yertle the Turtle over here he's Mach 5 speed. Look at how deftly he counters Tortuga's punch with a jab to that big head of his.
Kendra: Anderson going for a schoolboy pin but Tortuga rolls himself back and OH CHECK THIS he gets himself a little air for a Senton on Anderson's head! You can hear the air being let out of the balloon.
AM: You trying to insinuate that a blonde's head is empty Mavis?
Kendra: I'm not "insinuating" anything.
AM: Would an Airhead be able to reverse such a disgusting move with the absolutely gorgeous Hollywood Hold? Gaze at the impeccable nature of that full nelson hold there. Tell me that's not a picture perfect submission.
Kendra: It's not a picture perfect submission.
Colin: Gallito coming to interrupt it with the Crazy Coop Dive and HE MISSES! ANDERSON ABSOLUTELY TWISTING TORTUGA AND TORTUGA TAPS!
MAWLIWOOD Blondes win by Submission from Mark Anderson to Tortuga de Acero!
Ash: Here are your winners, Red Carpet Mark Anderson and High Risk Winston Lewis, THE MAWLIWOOD BLONDES!
Colin: And they made up for their loss to La Sangre Maldita.
AM: Listen good, McRae, Maldita are disgusting scum trying to act Hollywood and Ed Wood at the same time. B Movies like that are good for a minute, but the Blondes will show em a true blockbuster soon enough and you can put good money on that.
AM goes to celebrate with the MAWLIWOOD Blondes. Suddenly, the Titantron cuts to a Weather Map. Kira Dain walks into frame in a crisp blazer.
Kira: This just in, the cold front that has impacted the audience during the last few minutes is scheduled to pass shortly and the air quality is set to improve significantly. The long drought of excitement and energy that has befallen the audience will be ending in mere moments, because-
Kira disappears from the monitors, and a radio-ready voice announces over cheerful music: And now, here's Kira Dain with the Weather-
The music drops.
And pain.
"Victorious" plays as Kira comes out high fiving the audience.
Colin: KIRA DAIN HAS RETURNED! It's been a minute, and we didn't know if she's be back, but the Weather Warrior is here in Asbury Park. And she has a microphone in hand.
Kira: Thank you! You are all too kind. Thank you. Yes, I am back. Thank you. Sometimes, we studio personalities have to put our cheery disposition aside and speak real. Sometimes the storm blows too far into your face for you to not say, cut the camera and seek higher ground.
Kira sighs into the microphone.
Kira: Recently, as you know, I participated in an event in Rio for a company I thought I was going to. It's a great company and I hold no ill will. I was not hired because I was not "interesting enough" and the weather gimmick "wasn't going to have wide appeal" but I went and did the event anyway out of good faith and because it was an experience in another country.
Scattered applause but the breath is collectively sucked in because the audience has a sense of where this is going.
Kira: Some of you might be too young to have vivid memory of SuperStorm Sandy, where two major storms collided and created absolute chaos. That's okay. But, New Jersey, that was what happened. On one side of the Gulf of Mexico, I stood in an arena in an event for a company that didn't want me. And ober here, on this side of the Gulf, one man took it upon himself to create a storm of shit. That's right, New Jersey, Midwesterners are cheery but we speak your language. He decided that everyone who participated in an event, an event that they had been contracted to from when they thought that would be their new company and wanting to keep good faith to their contracts and represent MAWL across the ocean, everyone on that mission was a traitor and not pure.
Kira: Now, you know who I'm talking about. A man who started his journey into this company saying himself he only came for the money, and a man who likely scrubbed his old podcast episodes when he decided to remarket and rebrand himself. You aren't only you when it's convenient, SM Heartbreaker. This Midwestern Weather Woman may not be the most obvious choice to cheer - though I reject the idea that there isn't appeal as last I checked weather affects everywhere - but I stick to who I am wherever I go, I stand behind my choices, and I kick down anyone who challenges them. Now, I regret to inform Mr. Heartbreaker that I've already used up all the time allotted for talking so leave your suit in the back and come out here ready to fight.
KIRA DAIN VS SM HEARTBREAKER w/Dinah Soar
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, from Sheridan, Wyoming, with weather and pain, IT'S KIRA DAIN!
SM Heartbreaker steps onto the apron, Dinah Soar walking next to him.
Ash: And her opponent! Accompanied by Dinah Soar, weighing 205 pounds, SM Heartbreaker!!
BOOOOMania runs wild! And the bell rings!
Colin: SM throws the first punch, Kira deflects and a quick jab to the face of SM. SM takes the hand and snap DDT! Going for the stomp and Kira rolls out of the way, kick to the shin of SM and hooks the leg, great trip by Kira.
Kendra: SM sweeps the leg as well! And locking in the Heartshooter! Kira pushing SM away with her legs, it was too early to try that. Kira up and SM catches her down with a superkick! Kira pulls him down by the foot, wrapping the leg around, going for the figure 4 and she is getting the bridge! It's the 4 Cast! SM pulls himself back quickly and kills the bridge! Turning himself around, back into the Heartshooter!
Colin: The pain on Kira's face is evident but she's getting herself stretched out and she makes it to the ropes. Wait...did Dinah just pull the rope back? Kira gets dragged back into the center of the ring and the Heartshooter resumes! Kira can't take it! She taps!!
SM Heartbreaker wins by Submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, SM Heartbreaker!
Colin: It wasn't a long match but it was an impactful one. SM seems to be effective in imparting wisdom to-
The air in the arena grows cold as the logo of the military arm of the Currency Cartel's Contra Unit flashes on the screen. The Contra Unit's leader, SlowMo Tapout enters the arena with the rest of the Currency Cartel. First person, blasting through the curtains, is Wardy Chin and his Boys:
Wardy Chin: BOYS!... Let's go break some hearts! Behind Wardy walks Keyser Söze, wearing a black suit rumoured to cost more than a family sedan. He cautiously lights a cigar and lets out a plume of smoke as he walks towards the ring.
The last one out is SlowMo Tapout, in full combat gear.
She has a mischievous, yet sadistic look on her face as she uses both arms to proudly hold up the Currency Cartel Flag above her head. The fans chant SlowMo's name and reach out to simply touch her as she walks around the ring. SlowMo enters the ring and drapes the Cartel's flag over the top rope as the ring announcer introduces her.
DINAH SOAR w/SM Heartbreaker VS SLOWMO TAPOUT w/Currency Cartel
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First! Accompanied by SM Heartbreaker, from Isla Nublar, DINAH SOAR! And her opponent, Representing the Currency Cartel. Standing at five feet four inches, she is the Suplex Demon. She is the Queen of Queen's Street West. Hailing from Van Nuys, Toronto, Canada. She is the Aries Champion, SlowMo, Tapoooooout!
SlowMo backs up into the her corner and crouches down as Keyser whispers the game plan of the match into her ear. SlowMo nods and giggles maniacally while looking across the ring and nodding at Keyer's every word. The bell rings.
Colin: Currency Cartel are surrounding SM, they clearly thought he was going to be the one fighting this match. SM fights them off, Dinah Soar is distracted and SlowMo rolls her up,
1!
2!
Kendra: Dinah kicks out! She came to fight. Dinah going for an Enziguiri, Slow catches the leg and leg trapped back suplex! That looked extra painful. Slow now continuing on the leg, stomps to the back of Dinah's knee and a knee smasher into the mat! Slow kicking out the leg and another knee smasher to the mat! Slow going for the ankle lock and HANDSPRING PELE KICK BY DINAH!
Colin: Dinah still favoring that leg but trying to make use of whatever she can in her arsenal. Dinah comes off the ropes and tilt-a-whirl headscissors! You can see she's trying to land away from the bad leg, it takes a lot of mental effort to calculate that and with someone like Slow, you need all of your effort directed at the fight in hand otherwise SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENS SLOW SWEEPS THE LEG!
Kendra: SM and Currency look to have agreed to stay on separate ends of the ring for now, just for their own health. I think it's a smart move. Slow goes back to work on Dinah's leg and stomping out the back of the knee! Dinah is reeling in pain and Slow seems to be relishing in it!
Colin: She could end the career of SM's protégé right here and now, I'm sure that would give her immense joy. And a leg lock, really bending in that leg, and Dinah is growling, fighting to get herself to the ropes, she's pushing and she just about gets there, SM helps her the rest of the way and has her hand. Andra telling Slow to release and starting the count, SM slides knuckles onto Dinah's hand! Slow breaks the hold and SM gets Andra's attention.
Kendra: Slow sees now what's happening and appears to be...smiling. Slow up and she's taunting Dinah! She's egging her on to hit her!
Colin: This would be a grave mistake except she knows that Dinah won't. Dinah to her feet and she's...she's considering it...normally I wouldn't support this but Dinah probably honestly should hit her.
Kendra: Slow walks up and is mocking her to her face. Dinah is torn. This moment could define her. Slow slaps her and is saying "COME ON" and Dinah stares her defiantly in the face and hits her with the other hand! That was a solid punch and completely clean.
Colin: Slow looks almost impressed, she's nodding her head, that was not the move she or any of us expected. She offers a handshake of respect. Dinah looks wary and I don't blame her. Don't do it Dinah, it's a trap!
Kendra: Wardy approaching the bench from the outside, he grabs Dinah's hand and gets the knucks off her, onto the hand of Slow! Oh that's sneaky. SLOW CLOCKS DINAH WITH THE KNUCKS! Going for the cover and SM can't hold Andra's attention anymore!
1!
2!
3!
SlowMo Tapout wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, SlowMo Tapout!
Colin: And this was a mess of a match. Dinah takes a moment to sit with what just happened.
Camera opens on a cracked tile hallway backstage. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Zora Luthor is mid-conversation with JASSY, who leans casually against a concrete wall, arms crossed but eyes sharp.
ZORA: You know this ends one of two ways. Either you lose the match... or you skip the match, and join ZLI. No beatdown. No embarrassment.
JASSY: (confident, but there’s a flicker of hesitation) You think I’m scared of a little bruising? I’ve danced through fire, honey. You really think I’d bow to some knockoff cult in rhinestones?
ZORA: (smiling) We’ll see if you’re still talkin’ when you’re lying on your back, lookin’ up at the lights seeing stars.
Zora walks off smugly. Jassy exhales—composed, but clearly carrying something heavier than she lets on.
Unseen in the shadows, someone watches. The silhouette steps forward—Nero. Or… at least, it looks like Nero.
NERO: Hey I’m here. Jassy, are…
Jassy straightens. Her eyes narrow slightly. She doesn’t jump. Doesn’t flinch.
JASSY: Cut the bullshit Rufus!
‘NERO’: Ah damn. Sorry Jassy, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. If we can do anything…
JASSY: No, this is a fight I have to fight alone. Don’t worry, I'll be fine out there. But if you see that idiot Nero, tell him I want to talk to him.
A long pause. Rufus tilts his head—but doesn’t respond.
Jassy has already walked off for her match humming her entrance theme.
Before he can move—another voice cuts in.
JCM ACE (off-screen, walking up): Well, look who decided to show up.
Rufus turns, only to come face-to-face with JCM ACE, who claps a hand on his shoulder.
JCM ACE: Everybody been sayin’ Nero’s missin’. That he stayed his spooky ass in Charlotte. Guess they were wrong.
JCM starts heading toward the curtain.
JCM ACE (over shoulder): You ain’t dodgin’ me now, Nero. Let’s do this! C’mon! We fightin’ tonight!
He disappears toward the Gorilla position.
Cut back to Rufus… who slowly looks around, sweat running down his forehead.
RUFUS (to himself): Oh… shit.
The camera follows him as he hesitantly makes his way toward Gorilla, the weight of impersonation and JCM Ace's challenge dragging behind every step.
Kendra: I been in this business a long time on both sides of the ring and thought I saw everything. But shapeshifting, man what'd y'all get us into with this one.
Colin: Every day coming to work is a new and unsettling experience, but in the best way. And Arvin's back, looks a bit bandaged up but I guess that's to be expected. How ya doin bud after having a whole Goldberg thrown at you?
Kendra: And how do we know you're not Rufus hiding from your match?
Arvin: Should be able to hit the gym in three-four weeks and hopefully back to normal a few weeks after that. You know what the worst part of it is?
Colin: You mean...other...than having a whole Goldberg thrown at you?
Arvin: Gozu got into my eBay account and rerouted the mask somewhere else, and then changed the password and now I'm locked out and I don't even get the mask.
Colin and Kendra look at each other with flat expressions for a moment then-
Colin and Kendra: (in unison) Not Rufus.
Arvin: Gozu, this isn't over. When I'm back to full health, I'm challenging you for that mask.
Colin: Do you have a deathwish?
Arvin: I spent good money on that dammit.
Kendra: Well, speaking of absolutely stupid matches that are obviously going to end in tragedy, we've got a Lumberjackie match coming your way in just a moment.
LUMBERJACKIE MATCH
ZORA LUTHOR VS JASSY
Ding ding ding!
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Lumberjackie Match! There are no disqualifications or countouts and the only way to win is by pinfall or submission!
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 then-
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. Wear a black fur coat on full display, with a pink and black tiger print top. Her black suede wrestling tights shimmers complemented by striking black leather high boots and black finger-less gloves.
Ash: First! From London, England, representing The Psycho $upremacy, SASSSSSSY JASSY!
She shakes and grooves over to one side of the top stage area. Jassy moves and sways in rhythm to the music, then poses. Jassy pretends to hear music through imaginary headphones and has her hands over her ears enjoying the song in her own world. Head bobbing along and air guitar strumming.
Colin: You have to admire the confidence that Jassy is going into this with, knowing she is likely walking into the worst beating of her life.
Arvin: There's something to knowing you're going to die where your confidence comes not from an expectation you're going to win, but from knowing you're going to put up a hell of a fight on your way down.
A pyro, and confetti cannon explodes and colored confetti balls fly over and across the crowd, and explodes with confetti twirls fluttering and dancing down over the crowd. Jassy walks with swagger, occasionally pointing her hand like guns at the crowd, pretending to shoot them.
Then for dramatic effect, she blows the tips of her two fingers like they do in old spaghetti cowboy movies after firing a smoking gun. When she reaches the outside ring area, she sways 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. Once in the ring Jassy sits on the canvas, and giggles to herself. Then finally she lays on the canvas waving her legs and arms like she's making snow angels continually laughing.
The arena lights completely drop. The ring and area directly surrounding it fills with blue fog that sets the whole view in shadow so that only silhouettes can be seen. Eventually this extends throughout the arena.
The keyboard bassline of "You're Lost Little Girl" creeps through the sound system as silhouettes begin surrounding the ring in a ritualistic swaying, like seductive dances in night terror form. Jassy watches this, not scared so much as ready to fight already.
The fog lifts from the center of the ring outward and Zora Luthor is revealed in a sparkling power suit at the center. She motions for Ash to hand her the mic.
Zora: And your opponent, from the highest penthouse in the greatest city in the world and it's not even close, New York City, New York, the mastermind, the personification of Hostile Takeover, the greatest CEO in this company, Zora Luthor.
Zora looks around.
Zora: Well, my people have shown up. I'm a sporting, benevolent force of destruction, so here's what I am going to do.
She motions outward - Kalpana and Imogen put in a table, Cassandra and Sarah each throw a chair in the ring. Crystelle throws a deck of UNO No Mercy into the ring.
Zora: I'm going to give your team 5 minutes to show at the ring. You and I are going to play some cards. Now, in order that the paying audience isn't bored out of their ADHD-addled minds, I've prepared a live performance, one night only, the reuniting of We Have Band!
Darren of WHB: This song was special requested by Zora Luthor and it goes out to Snazzy Jazzy.
Kendra: The sheer disrespect.
The song plays as Zora and Jassy engage in an intense few hands of UNO, each getting wins and it being filmed like a Guy Ritchie movie on the monitor in alternation with the live performance. More members of Zora Luthor join the game , adding tables and chairs, and it looks both intense and like most of them are having fun.
Colin: I've never been this engrossed in a game of UNO before.
The band extends the last part of the instrumental for a minute to round out the time and jam for a bit, to the crowd's delight. The song ends and the crowd claps.
Dede of WHB: Thank you New Jersey!
Thomas of WHB: This has been a trip.
The crowd cheers and the band leaves. The clock runs out, and Zora looks at Jassy.
Zora: Guess they're not coming.
Zora shrugs and hits an RKO to Jassy over and through the table.
Colin: And Zora with a cutter putting Jassy through that table! ZLI just swarming Jassy and stomping her out! It's a total beatdown! Jassy trying to get to her feet and gut punch to Morgan! Gut punch to Kalpana! She clocks the heads of Crystelle and Chantarelle together! Jassy has her fists up and she's not going down smooth! Imogen tries to get her in a German Suplex and takes an elbow to the gut! Superkick to Valencia! Superkick to Cassandra! Superkick to Sarah...NO! Sarah gets her up and lifts her over her head...SHARP DRESSED THROUGH ANOTHER ONE OF THE TABLES!
Kendra: Everyone gets a limb now and they're holding Jassy up Crucifixion Style... this is intense. And there's one more table, Jassy gets lifted over the heads of the party AND CRUCIFIX BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! Zora puts one foot on the sternum of Jassy-
1!
2!
3!
Zora Luthor wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, Zora Luthor!!
Zora nods to Kalpana and Morgan, who pick Jassy up.
Zora: It pains me to admit when I am wrong, Jassy, but I think it’s possible I made a mistake about having you here. You see, the rest of the vermin, I still feel that way about but you… you have more tenacity in your cute little bangs than the rest of Sad Sack Supremacy have in their entire line-up. But we have three things your little Scooby gang only claims to have.
The first is consistency. Look around you. My entire cavalcade showed up to have my back because we actually follow through in the idea of showing up for each other.
Two, a win-loss record with numbers on the right side. Tell me, Jass, how many wins has your leader botched…I mean notched…no wait, I did mean botched… since he got here. The botch/notch ratio for Nero is not promising.
The third, Jass Queen, is money.
Zora snaps her fingers again, Imogen has a full briefcase.
Zora: Nero has a dollar sign in his name, but I have it in my hands. Which of those is going to give you the lifestyle you deserve? Which of those is real and tangible?
You know, when I think of Nero, I think of Rome burning while he plays the fiddle. TPS is on fire, Jassy, whether you want to see it or not, and where is Nero? Is he here defending you or is he playing another tune at yet another fed, just running around with his fiddle? Isn’t it time for Nero to burn with Rome?
You have one month to decide which side of the fire you want to be on.
Zora snaps her fingers one last time and everyone walks off, leaving Jassy with a decision to make.
A door opens to a locker room where Damian and Shadow are seen laid out with "LSM" written in blood on their bare chests along with half the drama mask drawn in blood on each.
Colin (VO): And it looks like the tag contest between Spirit Crusher and La Sangre Maldita happened before the bell even rang!
Kendra (VO): Drama masks can only mean one thing - the Red Queen struck and she struck hard.
Arvin (VO): I can't fault the action, but I'm not sure the consequence. And it looks like they're not the only ones taken out of a match today...
Colin (VO): Ragnarrr and Kid Kross were supposed to get a shot against Gozu. I'm not sure what happens now.
“This is only the beginning.”
A confident, seductive, feminine voice blares through the packed arena. Fans, familiar with the voice, erupt into cheers. Anticipation become akin to the flu, cycling from person to person. The rumbles of hate seep through the cheers, adding a lovely taste of reality. No matter how good—no—no matter how great you are, and no matter how strong your support system is, the negativity of the few can always be heard.
“Ultimately, ‘Destiny’ is given to those who are born in the right era, to the right family. Maybe with the right accent, the right hair texture. Or possibly.. even the right skin tone.”
The camera pans from the top of the arena, slowly zooming in on the ring. The MAWL Logo shines brightly in the center of the spotlight. A low murmur fills the arena, the woman’s words obviously killing the mood. Hypocrites. They cheer mediocrity, hoping it their salvation from the turmoil live in back home. As if this was their heaven. But be it so. Who stands as their God?
“There can only be one. His name needs not to be spoken. His presence, His dominance, His power. It all mix perfectly into what everyone wants. He is what every person don’t want to see succeed. He is what every person secretly wish they can be, and what they strive to mimic. There is no shame in it though, no. Who can cast blame? They are all the same. But then there are obstacles.
Obstacles, obstacles, obstacles.
They line up willingly, sometimes even summoning themselves from the.. pits of Hell.
Imagine.. being so great, so feared, that the last resort of humanity.. is to summon Demons.
Or so they want us to believe.
It’s side—the delusion of it all.
A sick, sick façade.”
All the lights, except the spotlight focusing on the MAWL Logo, give out. The crowd fall into a surprised gasp, palpable suspense building with each breath. Whispers of “bullshit” and “Yeah!” surge through through crowd, mixed reactions being exactly what is known from.. Him.. and his entourage.
“But there’s.. Destiny.. right? The one so many people are born with?”
“Hahahah!” She laughs—maniacally. The sarcasm clear in each huff of her breath.
“This is a Kingdom. Many have come to reign under guide of.. Destiny.. but in truth.. the truth ruler, the TRUE King.. grabs Destiny by the throat and force it to obey to his will!”
Silence befalls everyone. Time comes to a momentary standstill. The gravity of the situation becomes more apparent with each passing second. Many are born underprivileged, displaced, and ignored. But only a few have taken the cards they have been dealt, or lake thereof, and turn it to opportunity. It is those who are capable of such that can stand amongst all and confidently call themselves.. King.
“Nero.~” She coos, finally breaking the silence.
“He’s Coming.”
Kendra: YES! Speak truth, Sis!
Colin: Oh they're going to be so surprised that it's not actually Nero.
Arvin: Rufus is going to have to keep the confidence up strong in order to have a shot here.
JCM ACE VS "NERO"
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The arena lights dim, with red and white strobes sweeping the crowd.
Ace walks down the ramp with calculated calm, his movements deliberate and his gaze unflinching.
The crowd boos him relentlessly, but Ace feeds off the heat with a smug, unbothered smirk.
Ash: First! From Florida, weighing in at 300 pounds, the Eurasian Champion, JCM ACE!
Maroon fog bellows from the stage area and purple fog falls from the rafters as "Destroy Everything" blasts. A sigil of the Psycho $upremacy floats on the titan-tron screen, images of blood filled rivers, and burning trees flash on the screen also.
"A new life begins."
The bass guitar and drums rage loud over the arena speakers.
The red spots begin to strobe in sync with the music.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGH.
Nero slowly steps through the fog wearing his tattered blood-stained cloak and spiked shoulder armor.
He stands still at the top of the ramp, head lowered.
"Destroy Everything!"
"Nero" snaps his head up, one eye glowing purple, the other soulless and blackened. He almost forgets to extend both his arms but quickly remembers.
Ash: And his opponent! From the Tree of Woe, weighing 300 pounds, Psycho $upreme Nero!
"Nero" realizes he's struggling to hold onto the illusion and so hurries into the ring. The bell rings and JCM begins throwing hands.
Colin: JCM knocking "Nero" around and a hammer punch! Nero gets up and it's not Nero at all! It's-
Kendra: Oh, this has just angered JCM further and Ace Bomb! Another Ace Bomb! Locks in the Pompano Clutch and that's gonna be all she wrote!
JCM Ace wins by Submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, JCM ACE!
Footsteps echo through the concrete corridor. The camera tracks Bloodswan—hood down, hair braided long, face composed but clearly searching. She moves past production crates and a dusty monitor before stopping at the intersection of two hallways.
BLOODSWAN: Red, Tides, there you two are—where is Jassy, and Rufus? I’ve been trying to—
RED GHOST (cutting in): We saw you Blood. On that Pay Per View. The camera caught you both on the hunt…
TIDES: Yes, no need to mention anything, we saw enough.
Bloodswan pauses, unsure if she should defend herself.
BLOODSWAN: Caught? We weren’t hiding. And It was no rogue mission. Nero had to go. Something pulled us both there.
Tides tilts his head slightly.
BLOODSWAN (cont’d): I found… things. Things about myself. I think… I think I’m connected to something ancient. The Ember Pact. A witchline. It’s still hazy but… it’s in me.
RED GHOST (dry): I feel happy for you Blood, I do. But Nero still left. We got ditched for some prophecy.
BLOODSWAN (stern): Nero thought he was doing the right thing, and going to discover something to help us, and I—
(pauses)
—I think I’m meant for more. I just haven’t figured out how yet. But Nero… he’ll work it out when he gets back.
Tides looks toward Red Ghost, then back at her.
TIDES: Look, we aint mad at you. More annoyed at Nero. But we’ll get over it. Like you said, Nero will sort it out. But I think you better go find Jassy, and talk to her.
RED GHOST: Yeah, Jassy saw it too. The show. You and Nero walking together. You didn’t even message, and let her know you had left either. She’s not saying much… She got beat up bad, but it’s her pride that hurts the most. She thought she had the Psycho’s to be there for her, and always have her back, and the first time she needed Nero, he bounced.
TIDES: You know how she gets when she doesn’t say anything. But I think it's better if you go talk to her and try to sort it out.
Bloodswan shifts uneasily.
BLOODSWAN: Okay I go find Jassy to explain.
Red Ghost steps forward, his voice low but calm.
RED GHOST: Goodluck Blood.
The screen fades to black as the sounds of the MAWL crowd roar in the background.
Colin: Nero and Bloodswan are going to have a lot to answer for.
Kendra: Definitely not a strong start for the Psycho $upremacy here, I'll tell you that much.
Arvin: Jassy would do well to take Zora Luthor up on her offer, be on the other side of that beatdown going forwards.
Colin: Meanwhile, Wolfe is beginning the next stage of his war on Team SuperStarz.
BALOR WOLFE VS QUESTION MARK VRAAG
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is the main event and it is scheduled for one fall!
The lights dim and neon lights of Question marks float around the arena. Question Mark Vraag comes out, Tamara Rivers flanking him, to boos.
Ash: First! Representing Team Superstarz, and accompanied by The Manx Minx Tamara Rivers...from Nijmegen, Amsterdam, weighing in at 207 pounds, Question Mark Vraag!
📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – A Single Spotlight Flickers at the Top of the Ramp]
🎵 "Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time..."
📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – A Single Spotlight Flickers at the Top of the Ramp]
🎵 "Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time..."
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: The first guitar riff hits, and a purple and white strobe light pulses to life, illuminating a lone figure sitting cross-legged at the top of the stage. His dog mask conceals his face, head bowed in stillness.)
🔥 The anticipation builds, the energy thick in the air as the crowd stirs.
🎵 "And turning all against the one, is an art that's hard to teach..."
📢 Ash:
"And his opponent... accompanied to the ring by his muse, Eros, and The Radio Demon, Alastor…
🔥 The tension stretches for just a moment longer—
📢 "From Sydney, Australia... weighing in at 230 pounds...
HE IS THE MAWL MANIA CHAMPION…
THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS... BALOR WOLFE!!"
🎵 "Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd..."
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: As the bass kicks in, Balor’s fingers twitch. Then—suddenly—he lifts his head, his piercing gaze visible beneath the mask. The camera zooms in, capturing the eerie calm before the storm.)
🎵 "And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: The beat drops—Eros steps forward, placing a hand on Balor’s shoulder before gently removing his mask. The crowd erupts as Balor’s platinum blonde hair and lip rings gleam under the lights. The transformation is complete.)
🎵 "Now dance, fucker, dance—man, he never had a chance!"
🔥 (Alastor steps beside Balor, his grin devilish. With an exaggerated flourish, he presents the MAWL MANIA Championship belt. Balor grips it tightly, raising it high as the crowd roars in approval.)
🎵 "You're gonna go far, kid!"
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor stops mid-ramp, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before suddenly sprinting forward, his focus locked in.)
🔥 (He leaps onto the apron in a single bound, gripping the ropes as he surveys the crowd.)
💥 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor springboards clean over the top rope, landing effortlessly in the center of the ring, the championship belt never leaving his grasp.)
🎵 "When you walk away, nothing more to say..."
🔥 (As the second verse begins, Balor ascends the turnbuckle, standing tall, arms outstretched, the MAWL MANIA Championship still in his right hand. His eyes close, absorbing the moment.)
📢 (Then—just as the second "You're gonna go far, kid!" hits—the music CUTS. The arena is plunged into silence.)
⏳ A breath. A pause. Then—
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: The crowd takes over, roaring the chorus in unison.)
🎵 "With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor remains frozen, standing on the turnbuckle, letting the crowd’s deafening energy wash over him. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he drops down, pacing toward the center of the ring, his smirk just barely visible.)
📢 The lights flicker back to normal—Balor remains still, his focus razor-sharp. He slowly approaches Eros and hands him the championship. Eros takes the belt with a nod, holding it as Balor calmly sits cross-legged in the corner, waiting... watching... ready for battle.
[Bell doesn’t ring yet]
Colin McRae: “You can feel it, folks. The match hasn’t even started and Balor Wolfe hasn’t moved a muscle. Just… sitting there in the corner, ice cold.”
Kendra Mavis: “His eyes are locked on Tamara Rivers. Whatever she did or said to get under his skin—it worked. This is gonna be a message.”
Arvin Wallace: “She better shut up or she’s gonna need dental work before Vraag does.”
[Balor rises from the corner, slow and deliberate. He steps forward, staring down at Tamara at ringside. She’s shouting up at him, jabbing a finger in the air like she’s got backup.]
[Bell rings]
Colin: “Here we go—VRAAG OFF THE BLOCK—!”
[Vraag explodes from his corner—but Balor turns at the last second—]
Colin: “DISCUS LARIAT!! OH MY GOD!”
[Vraag goes flipping head over heels—one of his boots rockets off and hits the bottom rope.]
Arvin: “He clotheslined him out of his own shoes!”
Kendra: “That might be the fastest Question Mark ever got answered!”
[Balor doesn’t even move. He glares down at Vraag, shakes his head slowly, then yanks him up by the neck.]
Colin: “Balor lifting him—SAITO SUPLEX! Vraag is folded up like an envelope!”
Kendra: “And still, no pinfall attempt. Balor’s not done. He’s not even close.”
[Vraag flops to his hands and knees—Balor grabs him around the waist.]
Colin: “DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX! And he holds it—but no bridge! Balor just lets go!”
Arvin: “He coulda ended this twice now. What’s he doin’, tryin’ to kill the man?!”
[Camera cuts to ringside: Alastor and Eros are sitting on the barricade sharing a giant popcorn bucket. Alastor, eyes glowing, gestures with his cane as Eros laughs and points at the ring.]
Colin: “That… that is terrifying. Eros and Alastor look like they’re watching a comedy special while Balor just wrecks Vraag.”
Kendra: “They’re not even worried. That’s how confident they are in him.”
Arvin: “You know you're in trouble when The Radio Demon is chillin’ with snacks and not even blinking.”
[Back in the ring—Balor whips Vraag into the ropes—]
Colin: “SNAP POWERSLAM! He spiked him!”
[Still no pin. Balor rises, brushing hair from his face, eyes flicking back to Tamara Rivers.]
Kendra: “Again—no cover. Balor is punishing him. This is deliberate.”
Colin: “And now—he’s stepping over the ropes. He’s leaning over… and he’s barking at Tamara!”
Tamara (off mic): “You don’t scare me! You’re nothing without your freak show!”
[Balor points straight at her, shouting something back. Meanwhile, Vraag stumbles to his feet on the apron—]
Colin: “VRAAG! SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY—”
Kendra: “BALOR’S GOT HIM!”
Colin: “CAUGHT HIM MID-AIR!!”
[Balor adjusts his footing, then launches—]
Colin: “FALLAWAY SLAM—TO THE OUTSIDE—ONTO TAMARA RIVERS!!”
[The arena ERUPTS as Vraag crashes down onto his own manager. Both are down in a heap near the barricade.]
Kendra: “He just used Vraag as a weapon—he took them both out!”
Arvin: “That’s the most offense Vraag has gotten in this match—getting hurled like luggage!”
[Camera returns to Alastor and Eros again—Alastor’s sipping a soda now while Eros fans himself dramatically with a folded popcorn bag.]
Colin: “Balor Wolfe isn’t here to win quickly—he’s here to send a message. And so far? Message received.”
Ref: “One!... Two!... Three!...”
Colin: “We’ll see if Vraag can even continue after that. And folks… this is just the first act.”
[We pick back up outside the ring. Vraag and Tamara Rivers are still down from the earlier Fallaway Slam crash landing.]
Ref: “Five!... Six!... Seven!...”
Colin McRae: “Vraag hasn’t moved much since Balor launched him like a human missile straight onto Tamara Rivers.”
Kendra Mavis: “Honestly, I don’t know who took the worst of that. Vraag might’ve broken Tamara’s ribs and his own pride.”
[Tamara Rivers sits up slowly, grabbing Vraag by the shoulders. She’s shouting at him, practically shaking him awake.]
Kendra: “She’s trying to will him back into the ring. You gotta give her credit—she’s not running from this.”
Arvin Wallace: “She’s either brave or brain damaged. Maybe both.”
[Vraag blinks, then suddenly his eyes light up like a cartoon character finding courage. He roars, staggering to his feet, almost drunk with adrenaline.]
Ref: “Nine!”
Colin: “Vraag dives in at nine! He’s back in—”
[Balor is waiting. Calm. Coiled.]
Colin: “OH!!! BIG BOOT!! HE DECAPITATED HIM!!”
[Vraag FLIPS backward—legs high in the air—lands momentarily in a perfect vertical headstand… before crumpling forward and faceplanting like a deflated scarecrow.]
Kendra: “Oh my GOD.”
Arvin: “THAT was a jousting lance! That wasn’t a boot—it was a medieval weapon!”
Colin: “Balor Wolfe—laser-focused! Vraag came in swinging and got sent back to the shadow realm!”
[Balor drags Vraag up again—]
Colin: “Here we go—EXPLODER SUPLEX! Vraag is thrown halfway across the ring!”
[Vraag crawls to the ropes, dead weight—Balor grabs him by the wrist, spins him—]
Colin: “SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! And he won’t let go!”
[Balor yanks him up again, spins—]
Colin: “SECOND SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!”
Kendra: “He’s just breaking this guy piece by piece. Vraag’s not even trying to fight anymore!”
[A third yank—]
Colin: “BLUE THUNDER BOMB!! But again—no pin!”
[Balor rises, towering over Vraag, who’s a heap on the mat. Again, Balor’s gaze shifts to Rivers—like she’s next.]
Arvin: “He hasn’t said a word, but this is personal.”
Colin: “Oh no—Rivers is on the apron! She’s yelling at the ref now—”
[Tamara starts making a big scene, accusing Alastor of something that clearly didn’t happen. Meanwhile, she slyly slides a steel chair into the ring.]
Kendra: “Chair incoming—classic Tamara Rivers tactic!”
[Vraag stirs… sees the chair… crawls toward it like it’s Excalibur.]
Colin: “Vraag’s got the chair—HE SWINGS—”
[CLANG!]
Colin: “MISS! IT BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES—INTO HIS OWN FACE!!”
[Vraag stumbles like he just got hit with a frying pan. Eyes cross. He drops the chair and staggers in a circle.]
Arvin: “HA!! HOW DO YOU MISS A STANDING TARGET?!”
Kendra: “He just Home Alone’d himself!!”
Colin: “Balor shrugs—and now he’s kicking the chair out of the ring—”
[Balor boots the chair clean under the bottom rope.]
Colin: “He’s had enough.”
[Balor scoops Vraag up with effortless strength—walks to the ropes—]
Colin: “Overhead Press—AND HE TOSSES VRAAG ONTO TAMARA RIVERS AGAIN!!”
[Both Vraag and Rivers go down in a pile. Tamara can be heard shrieking beneath Vraag’s weight.]
Kendra: “Again!! He just bodied him into her a second time!”
Arvin: “That woman better call HR.”
[Camera cuts again to Alastor and Eros—Alastor now wears 3D glasses for no reason, while Eros mockingly covers his mouth like he’s shocked at what just happened.]
Colin: “Balor Wolfe is dismantling Question Mark Vraag, and this crowd loves every second of it. We still haven’t seen a single pinfall attempt… and that is somehow more terrifying.”
Ref: “One!... Two!... Three!... Four!...”
Colin: “Vraag and Rivers have to be wondering what more Balor has planned… if he’s even willing to end this.”
Kendra: “At this point, it’s not about the win—it’s about the statement.”
[The camera returns to outside the ring—Vraag is a wreck, tangled over Tamara Rivers for the second time tonight. Rivers is absolutely livid now, screaming and waving her arms.]
Kendra Mavis: “I think she’s had it. And honestly? Fair.”
Colin McRae: “Rivers is dragging Vraag to the ring like a toddler who just embarrassed her at the mall.”
Arvin Wallace: “What’s she doing—rolling him in like a human sacrifice!?”
[Rivers shoves Vraag under the bottom rope with both hands, yelling something that sounds like “DO SOMETHING!”]
Colin: “She may regret that—Vraag is up—wobbling—he turns around—AND BALOR’S RIGHT THERE!”
[BALOR SHOOTS LOW—]
Colin: “SINGLE-LEG TAKEDOWN! BALOR HAS THE ANKLE!”
Kendra: “Oh no—he’s locking it in—”
Colin: “AMBROSIA!! HE’S GOT THE ANKLE LOCKED—AND HE GRAPEVINES THE LEG!”
[Vraag screams—arms flailing, trying to crawl—]
Colin: “There’s nowhere to go! Center of the ring! Vraag is TRAPPED!”
[Balor is completely motionless except for the vicious crank of the submission—his face slowly turns… eyes locked on Tamara Rivers at ringside.]
Arvin Wallace: “Look at his eyes!! He’s staring right at her—oh that’s disturbing!”
[Balor doesn’t blink. His eyes are wide, unhinged, and that twisted grin slowly crawls across his face.]
Kendra: “Balor Wolfe has gone full predator mode. He’s not looking at Vraag. He’s looking at her.”
Colin: “Rivers is frozen—completely still—as Balor wrenches that leg harder!”
[Vraag SCREAMS—hand hovering—he can’t take it—]
Colin: “VRAAG TAPS!! IT’S OVER!”
[The bell rings—DING DING DING—but Balor does not let go. He cranks again.]
Ref: “Come on! Break the hold, Balor!”
Colin: “He’s not letting go—Ambrosia is STILL locked in!”
Kendra: “This isn’t about victory anymore. This is warfare.”
*[Finally, after a few more brutal seconds, Balor releases the hold—Vraag’s leg flops uselessly to the mat as Balor rises.]
Colin: “Balor Wolfe… dominant. Unrelenting. And if that stare said anything tonight—it’s that Tamara Rivers may’ve made a serious mistake getting involved.”
Arvin: “Someone get Vraag a neck brace, a wheelchair, and a therapist.”
[The bell has rung. Vraag is left writhing on the mat. Balor Wolfe rises slowly, staring down at the broken heap before turning to the crowd.]
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe with an absolutely punishing performance tonight. That… that was domination.”
[Balor looks up into the crowd where, perched on the barricade like theater critics at a play, Alastor and Eros erupt in mocking theatrical applause—cheering, whistling, and even tossing popcorn in the air.]
Kendra Mavis: “Oh my god, Eros is doing jazz hands. Alastor’s got the slow clap going.”
Arvin Wallace: “They’re not teammates… they’re fans who happen to know the monster personally.”
[Balor smirks, opens his arms wide toward them—soaking it in like a fallen god claiming his adoration.]
Colin: “He’s drinking in the applause… from his brothers-in-chaos. What a terrifying little family they’ve become.”
[But from behind—]
Kendra: “Wait—RIVERS—COMING FROM BEHIND—”
Colin: “Tamara Rivers with a blindside—BUT BALOR DODGES—SHE MISSES—”
[Balor SNATCHES HER WRIST mid-move, spins behind—grabs her ankle—]
Colin: “He’s got her ankle—HE’S GOING FOR AMBROSIA ON RIVERS?!”
[The crowd explodes in shock. But—]
[Suddenly Vraag, barely moving, throws an arm around Rivers and drags her under the bottom rope to safety.]
Arvin Wallace: “Look at this hero. A beaten man rescuing his boss like some busted-up knight.”
[Vraag smirks at Balor from the apron, one arm on the rope like he pulled the heist of the century.]
Colin: “He thinks he got one over on Balor—”
Kendra: “Yeah, he might want to check his leg—BECAUSE BALOR’S GOT IT AGAIN!”
[In a blink, Balor SNATCHES Vraag’s leg over the middle rope, yanks him back in, and locks in AMBROSIA a second time. Vraag howls.]
Colin: “HE’S GOT AMBROSIA LOCKED IN AGAIN! Vraag is screaming!”
[Outside, Rivers takes a half-step forward like she might help—but then the lights around her shift red.]
[ALASTOR is now standing on the apron, calm as can be, looking down at her like a disappointed schoolteacher.]
Arvin: “Nope. Nope. Not doing it. She thought about saving him—then she saw the red-eyed boogeyman on the ropes and just backed up like her soul was on trial.”
[Balor grins again—completely unhinged—and then lets go. Vraag’s leg drops limp. Balor stands, grabs Vraag, and kicks him unceremoniously under the ropes.]
Colin: “And Balor Wolfe dismisses Vraag like the trash he just took out.”
[Eros climbs into the ring with a slow, stylish strut, his sunglasses still on. He hands Balor the championship belt, which Balor slings over his shoulder.]
Kendra: “That title looking real comfortable on that shoulder.”
Colin: “And you have to wonder… with Tamara Rivers clearly embarrassed—humiliated—tonight… will she make good on the challenge she threw out earlier this week?”
Arvin: “She’d better pray that was just talk. Because if this is the version of Balor Wolfe she gets? She's going to end up right next to Vraag on the stretcher.”
[Suddenly—the arena plunges into black.]
Colin: “Wait—lights out—again?!”
[A moment of silence… then a soft crackle.]
A spotlight shines in the center of the ring—only one thing remains:
A vintage radio. Humming. Whispering static.
Kendra: “...They’re gone. All of them. Like ghosts.”
Colin: “Radio Silence leaves their mark once again… and Tamara Rivers may have just lit a fire she can’t control.”
Kendra: And the war between Radio Silence and Team Superstarz, the war between Balor and Tamara, between Alastor and Elisa Mae, is tunneling towards the abyss at a rapid pace.
Colin: Well said. I'm Colin McRae, here with Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones, saying good night.
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