The camera fades into a dimly lit hallway behind the curtain. MANTA RAY sits on a crate, mask still damp with sweat, his Inferno Championship absence felt like a ghost on his shoulder.

 

 

Nearby, Gallito Loco paces in fiery frustration, while Tortuga slowly munches from a bag of chips, his brows furrowed with concern.

 

 

The three are licking their wounds—but Manta’s eyes burn the brightest.

 

Manta Ray (gritting his teeth):

"I didn’t lose my title in a fight. I lost it in a philosophy lecture."

 

Gallito Loco (feathers bristling, arms flailing):

"¡Exactamente! ¡El gallo vio todo! You were climbing the ladder, hermano, you had it. And then this walking thesaurus in silk pants slides in like a spilled glass of wine and takes the title that was never his to claim!"

 

Tortuga (muttering through chip crumbs):

“Wasn’t even booked. Ain’t even sweated, man. Like... what even is a Vain Plato?”

 

Manta Ray (ignoring the question):

“I trained in the abyss for that belt. Fought monsters. Bled for that fire. And then he—he—drops a riddle and a steel chair like it's performance art and gets handed my gold?”

 

He stands, slowly, his shoulders rising like ocean waves about to crash.

 

Manta Ray:

"But tonight… tonight I get a shot to fix that. The ocean remembers injustice, and I’m bringing the undertow to Plato’s shoreline."

 

The camera pans to the hallway monitor, replaying where MAWL GM Colin McRae appears on screen, holding a microphone mid-ring. The crowd behind him is still buzzing from the controversial title change.

 

 

COLIN MCRAE (in-ring, holding his hand out to quiet the crowd):

“Hold on. Now hold on, everyone. Let’s talk facts.”

 

The crowd simmers. VAIN PLATO stands smugly in the ring, draped in a long robe, the Inferno Championship resting over his shoulder like a velvet bookmark in a book he never earned.

 

 

COLIN MCRAE (in-ring, holding his hand out to quiet the crowd):

“Hold on. Now hold on, everyone. Let’s talk facts.”

 

The crowd simmers. VAIN PLATO stands smugly in the ring, draped in a long robe, the Inferno Championship resting over his shoulder like a velvet bookmark in a book he never earned.

 

 

COLIN MCRAE (pointing at Plato):

“Vain Plato. It was very clear that you were not supposed to be in that match. You were not cleared, not scheduled, not even on the goddamn list. And I think these fans can all agree…”

 

He looks around the arena—cheers erupt.

 

COLIN:

“…that the way you won this title is some bullshit.”

 

The crowd roars in agreement. Plato simply raises one eyebrow, smug and unmoved.

 

COLIN (raising his voice):

“So here’s what’s gonna happen. You are going to defend that title against Manta Ray—one-on-one—at our next Madness!”

 

Huge pop.

 

COLIN (leaning closer into the mic):

“And there will be no Champion’s Advantage. You get disqualified? You lose the belt. Counted out? That’s a title change. There is nowhere to hide, and no dialectic debate is gonna save you.”

 

The crowd explodes again as Vain Plato, finally looking mildly perturbed, adjusts the belt on his shoulder.

 

BACKSTAGE – GALLITO pumps his fist.

 

Gallito Loco:

“¡Sí! Time to fry that philosophical fish, baby!”

 

Tortuga:

“Hope he reads up on pain.”

 

Manta Ray (low and deadly):

“He can quote Socrates all he wants. I’m dragging him down into silence.”

 

Fade to black with the sound of ocean waves crashing violently.

 

The waves crashing transition into the sound of glass shattering through brand new logo, rain pouring into lightning.

 

JULY 14, 2025
MONTEVIDEO, URUGUAY

CENTENARIO STADIUM

 

 

The crowd goes absolutely bonkers as Eva Under Fire "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" blares through the speakers.

 

Simon Apple (VO): 1930, the first ever World Cup was played right here in Montevideo, in this very stadium. This stadium was built for firsts. Today, we don't endeavor to claim this as big a moment as the World Cup, but we are certainly on the precipice of a brand new MAWL and a brand new world, the first Madness Post-Split. I am Simon Apple, and I am here as evermore God willing with my compatriots Kendra Mavis and Marcus Donovan.

 

 

Simon: Not only is today a unique show in the post-split world, it's a smaller show. The next two weeks, our new General Manager Colin McRae determined that the amount of blood shed warranted the roster who participated to get a week off, and to do it in shifts so that we can have a show. 

 

 

Kendra: Cowards. Soft, pillowy cowards, that lot of em. Come back here and fight for our entertainment!

 

 

Marcus: But don't get it twisted, even if it's a smaller stack, we got a stacked roster today. SM Heartbreaker and Gozu are on the card, the new Draconic Champ Aiko is on the card, and Manta Ray looks to right the wrong of the title change when he takes on Vain Plato in our main event. And Plato will have no champion's advantage. So that looks to be an interesting match set to explode.

 

Kendra: I think Plato is getting ripped off and unfairly punished for being strategic, but sure, we can call it "The Wrong."

 

 

Simon: Looks like someone agrees with you.

 

Vain Plato music hits and he comes out to the ring holding a bag whilst looking disgusted at the crowd for just existing.

 

 

Plato stands in the centre of the ring and with his free hand stokes his hair and takes a microphone out of his bag and look at the crowd to speak

 

Plato: It seems last show Plato went to hell and back in one of the most dangerous matches in Pro wrestling ,the Cauterizer Match which Plato might add, won the title fair and square without a speck of commoner blood on him 'UNTIL' that flim-flam man, that joke of a GM McRae took away Plato privilege, no Plato's right to stand as a true champion.

 

Fans start chanting 'cheat' over and over again.

 

Plato looks agitated and annoyed.

 

Plato: You think Plato cheated? you think Plato is trying to Milli Vanilli you? Plato wouldn't waste time on you ugly sycophants!

 

Fans cheat chants get louder. Plato gets visually frustrated

 

Plato: Look, Plato don't have to prove nothing to you tramps, but here check this....

 

Plato goes back into the bag and pulls out a phone.

 

Plato uses his phone go on MAWL's official X account and messages something.

 

Plato then walks over to the camera and points the phone screen at the lens. This shows on the big screens as well.

 

Plato: Look Plato posted a message on MAWL's X account asking that A.I 'Grak' what happened at the Cauterizer Match at Baptized in Blood? and here's the reply

 

@Grak On the 24th July in Mexico, at Baptized in Blood, The Vain One, The beautiful one, the centre of the universe, handsome Vain Plato successfully fought off challengers and got a fair count in a Cauterizer Match to claim the Inferno title, before that stinky ball of hatred General Manager Colin McRae hampered his ambitions by forcing Vain Plato into fighting Manta Ray for his Inferno title.

 

Fans start booing and Plato looks proud of himself.

 

Goes to the bag and pulls out a cigar, puts it in his mouth and then goes back to the bag and pulls out the blowtorch from the ppv and uses it to light the cigar. He looks at the fans and smirks.

 

Plato : What, what your problem?

 

fans boo his gaslighting

 

Plato: This is the anything bag, call me doraemon

 

Plato : See? Even the next stage of evolution A.I thinks Plato is the rightful champ, John McCarthy would be proud of Grak and Plato and you can't argue with……………

 

(…….) : You're as cheap as ever, Plato.

 

 

Fans look up on the stage and see Manta Ray standing there with a microphone and a phone, they cheer deliriously and chant Manta Ray name.

Manta taps a few things into his phone and smiles, Manta then walks over to the cameraman and puts the phone into the camera lens.

Manta : I took the liberty of posting a message on MAWL's X account asking a certified A.I 'Grok' what happened at the Cauterizer Match at Baptized in Blood? and here's the reply

 

@Grok On the 24th July in Mexico, at Baptized in Blood, Manta Ray fought Gilberto J in an entertaining Cauterizer Match before Vain Plato unfairly interfered in a opportunistic moment during the match and won. General Manager Colin McRae used his authority by making Vain Plato wrestle Manta Ray for the Inferno title at the next PPV.

Plato looks shocked and the fans chant cheat at Plato

Manta: You come out here and run your mouth, wave your Temu Phone with its fake A.I trying to justify your actions, but you know you couldn't beat me in a fair fight. Face it Plato, you're as cheap as that perfume and broken mirror you own.

 

Plato: YOU OWE ME A MIRROR

 

Manta: I owe you a beating and you're lucky I don't bring that blowtorch to your face. I'll make it more tired and orange then it was before.

 

Plato: You, you don't talk to Plato like that you need to pay me more than that's power rangers costume you wear costs. That mirror is priceless.

 

Manta: The only thing you need to worry about isn't the leather on your face is the leather strap that belongs to me and it will be mine again. Oh and Plato........

 

Manta tosses his nice phone down the ramp towards the ring.

 

Manta . That should make up for the broken mirror and knock off phone you're using. I feel for you. Thought mawl paid you a good wage. Anyhow, See you in the ring......... champ.

Manta walks off whilst the crowd are cheering and chanting cheapo at Vain Plato who is throwing a strop in the ring kicking ropes and throwing the bag around.

 

On the big screen GM McRae appears.

 

 

Colin: Nothing has changed Vain Plato, you will fight Manta Ray fair and square without cheating for the Inferno and no whining about it will change anything. Good luck and may the best man win.

 

Vain Plato storms out of the ring, almost forgetting his bag as the fans chant "Manta Ray" and "Cheat."

 

Marcus: They should call him Vain Play-Doh.

 

Simon: Why's that.

 

Kendra: Why'd you entertain this.

 

Marcus: Because he's stomping around like a child and playing stupid games. I can't wait to see Manta stomp him down.

 

Simon: Well, we have plenty of matches before that with rivalries aplenty. And it starts right now!

 

BLACK SABER, ALESSIA ROMANO, AND LUIS DIAZ VS TINO SABATELLI AND E.M. POWERED

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following a trios tag match and it is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: One fall!

 

https://easymusic.ai/en/music/1541839-e9e86625-4d10-fdef-96cd-d46616b217e9

 

Anti-System stands at the entrance ramp - Luis Diaz and Alessia Romano flanking Black Saber.

 

 

Ash: First! Black Saber, Luis Diaz, and Alessia Romano, ANTI-SYSTEM!

 

They walk down to the ring, eyes on the prize and not at all registering the crowd reaction. 

 

Simon: They thought that they had put Tino away, but it looks like EM He had other plans, and that connection is going to be tested tonight. But the Anti-System is NOT happy that this match is necessary.

 

 

Tino Sabatelli puts his cigar out on the stage as he comes out to boos.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, from Roma, Italy, at 6'11" and 365 pounds, THE PAPA, TINO SABATELLI!

 

Kendra: These fans are fickle.

 

Marcus: He loves it when you call him Big Papa, which is good because at almost 7 feet that's fitting as hell.

 

Tino folds his suit jacket and tie neatly in the corner, then rolls up his sleeves and cracks his neck with his hands.

 

 

E.M. He comes out, enjoying her cigar and with a microphone. Boos rain down.

 

 

E.M.: Leila Blake really has you all wrapped around her little, Ann Taylor-adorned wrist, doesn't she? Colin McRae has you all walking up to pet the cute little puppy. The two of them together have less leadership than I contain in my 24 karat Diamond Ring. 

 

The crowd chants "Redneck Diva" with rhythmic clapping.

 

E.M.: I can buy all of you. Shut up. ANYWAY, my investments are already paying off nicely. Tino Sabatelli is free thanks to Leila's sister. I told you, Leila, I would get your family. AND, the first tag team under my E.M. Powered brand have already earned themselves a title shot. Let's bring them out.

 

The music picks back up as Diana Dresden and Celeste walk out and pose around E.M. He. 

 

 

E.M.: The Next Evolution of Heartbreak, Diana Dresden! And the Full Moon Fever Dream, Celeste! They will be your tag champions in a matter of weeks so get used to em now.

 

Diana and Celeste walk down to the ring carrying their heads up high and with wicked smirks.

 

Kendra: Dresden continues to evolve, and pretty soon she'll be carrying gold, something that never would have happened as that dinosaur. Yet another time that SM was right.

 

The bell rings!

 

Marcus: Tino and Saber starting us off, getting right into the meat of the rivalry here. I'm not sure how EM exactly benefits from this, seems more like it's Tino's fight. 

 

Kendra: She gives him what he wants, he gives her what she wants. Scratching of the backs and all that.

 

Simon: Saber goes charging in for the clothesline, Sabatelli blocks with his arm and scoops Saber right into a Belly to Belly! Saber up quickly and throwing a boxing combo to Tino. Tino able to block some of the punches but can't get 100 percent effectiveness and one lands on the cheek. Tino catches the next one, lifting up and Reverse Atomic Drop! DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE CUTTER! AND GOING FOR THE PIN-Saber kicks. 

 

Marcus: Lot more that you gotta do to get the job done. Tino wastes no time and whips Saber off the ropes, coming back around and back body drop. Tino spins around and SPEAR by Saber! Going for the pin - 

 

1!

 

Kendra: Tino with the reversal-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Tino Sabatelli wins by pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, The Papa Tino Sabatelli and EM Powered!! 

 

Simon: E.M. Powered and 2/3 of the Anti-System were completely unnecessary.

 

Kendra: Well it looks like they're dissatisfied and seeking a fight so I guess we have an additional tag team match!

 

LUIS DIAZ AND ALESSIA ROMANO VS E.M. POWERED

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Simon: Both Sabatelli and Saber standing watch on the outside, and I suppose this is where we can start to see Tino's working with EM to be mutually beneficial. 

 

Marcus: Luis Diaz and Celeste to start, Diaz with a huge spin kick to Celeste! He hits her with a Crucifix Pin and wants this one to be done and dusted-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Luis Diaz and Alessia Romano win by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Luis Diaz and Alessia Romano!

 

Kendra: Jesus Christ, Diana and Alessia are in the ring, looks like we're going to a tiebreaker.

 

DIANA DRESDEN VS ALESSIA ROMANO

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Kendra: Hopefully THIS one lasts longer and Alessia just ran right into that Discus Superkick, that Revolution of Heartbreak, I don't know who turned on one-hit kill in this match but this is embarrassing, folks.

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Diana Dresden wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Diana Dresden!

 

Simon: I'm not...quite sure what we witnessed, but the sense I get from this is that E.M. is much happier with her connection to Diana than she is to Celeste right now. 

 

Kendra: If I were E.M., I would be considering subbing Celeste out. 

 

Marcus: No loyalty, huh. Celeste got them the tag shot.

 

Kendra: And she also accidentally dumped Diana in doing so. It's too much of a liability. 

 

Simon: Well let's go backstage to set up our next match before this group decides they want ANOTHER rematch. 

 

 

Camera pans to the backstage area – staff rushing by, production crew adjusting cables, and the faint thrum of the crowd audible from beyond the curtain. The camera turns a corner — then stops.

 

 

Johnny Rivé is seen dressed in a deep maroon velvet blazer, gold chain peeking through the open collar, dark shades hiding his eyes but not his smirk. A toothpick dances between his lips as he adjusts his cuffs like he’s preparing for a casino heist, not a wrestling show.

 

He walks like a man both admired and mistrusted. Then he sees him.

 

Johnny: Well damn. If it ain't the Outback Outlaw himself.

 

 

Dusty looks up, flashes a crooked grin.

 

Dusty: Look what the cat dragged in… Johnny Bloody Rivé. Thought you were too busy smooth-talkin’ casino managers and hustlin’ blondes to step back into a real fight.

 

Johnny (grinning wide): Don’t be jealous. Some of us work with charm… others with cowshit and callouses.

 

They clasp hands—firm shake with a shoulder bump. The kind only old friends and tag partners can share.

 

Dusty: You're still greasy as a deep-fried funnel cake.

 

Johnny (winking): Crispy on the outside. Dangerous underneath.

 

Johnny reaches into his blazer and pulls out a gold poker chip. He flips it once, then gently places it in Dusty’s hand.

 

Johnny: Little good luck token. Straight from the tables in Reno. Figured you might need it tonight.

 

Dusty (eyeing it): What’s the catch?

 

Johnny: No catch. Just…call it an investment. I see you climbin’. Dust. And me? I like to be close to the ones holding gold. Makes it easier to remind people who’d helped ‘em shine.

 

Dusty (chuckles): Still thinkin’ three moves ahead, huh?

 

Johnny (slyly): I don’t play the game, Dust. I deal it.

 

Dusty pockets the chip and finishes taping his wrists.

Dusty: You always were a snake, mate… but you’re my snake.

 

Johnny: Damn right. And you? You’re the only man in this place I’d bleed for—so long as I don’t get any on this jacket.

 

Dusty laughs. A real one.

 

Dusty: Fair warning—this crowd’s rowdy tonight. Might be a few blokes in there gunnin’ for my head.

 

Johnny (grinning as he backs away): Then make sure you give ‘em a reason to miss.

 

Johnny starts walking toward gorilla position, then pauses.

 

Johnny: Oh—and Dust?

 

Dusty (looking up): Yeah?

 

Johnny: Don’t lose that chip. It’s worth more than the bloke you’re facing.

 

Dusty tips his hat with a smirk as Johnny disappears into the shadows.

 

Dusty (to himself): Back in the snakepit, eh Johnny? Let’s see who gets bit first.

 

Camera lingers on Dusty, now alone. He rolls the chip between his fingers, then turns toward gorilla.

 

Camera fades to black with the MAWL logo crashing onto screen.

 

 

Jared Scythe steps to his locker in the room, right next to the locker where Norman Normal is putting his bag.

 

 

Norman: (overly cheerful to Dante) Hello Neighbor! Looks like we're gonna be locker buddies now that (overly played up conspiratorial whisper, complete with hand over mouth) those Frequency City folk have finally left, ya know what I'm saying (back to overly cheerful) HA HA HA! So I am so excited to get to know you better and share stories and sugar and ring tips! Now (the eye roll wife will kill me if I don't say this tone) there iiis the little matter of the locker room code ya know Ihatetobeanudgebutwegotthingsacertainwayhere so keepyourspacetoyourspaceandkeepitrespectfulheresabinderofthecode (hands Dante a binder the size of Camden County then back to overly cheerful) You like wurst? Sometimes I cook a couple brats here in the sanctioned grill so let me know if ever I can dole ya a dog!

 

 

Dante: (glancing at the binder) Look I don’t mind cleaning after myself and being apart of the locker room ya feel? But, (handing the binder back to him) I’m not reading this. Nor am I following anyone’s orders. We all equal here. But I do appreciate the welcome wagon, ya feel?

 

Norman (taking a saccharine but obviously condescending tone): I mean, if you need help with reading it, I know a ton of great tutors. One really helped my neighbor's kid Braydenleigh out. I can-

 

Dante: I can read just fine, maybe you should learn to read the room. Or at least this situation, ya feel? Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to minding my business. Maybe you should try it. (He gives a fake smile before turning back towards his locker.)

 

Norman (with a slight chuckle but maintaining composure): when you're in a shared space, "your business" is all of our business. Now, I'm sure that your last federation was more "cool wit it" and "super chill dudes" but as the President of the LOA-

 

 

Glen Leven (leaning into Dante, whispering loud enough for others to hear): Ain't a thing.

 

Norman (ignoring Glen): I have to enforce some degree of standards around here. Of course, you understand.

 

Dante: (cracks a quick smile at Glen) No, I don’t understand. Nor am I trying to. So Imma ask one more time, yo. Back off and mind ya business.

 

Norman: (extra white equivalent of busting a gasket, finger in face and everything) Now wait just a minute here buster, you just started in this locker room and you don't have any "business" yet. Now if you want to have business I suggest you do it respectfully.

 

Dante: (Turns to face him) You tryna go bro?

 

 

Victoria steps in, pushing Dante back with her left arm

 

Victoria: (To Dante) No need for violence Tey, stay focused. (Lowers her arm and turns to Norman) Now, is there something I can help you with? Dante shrugs and resumes decorating his locker.

 

 

Bryce Nice steps in, syrupy cheerful: Oh why yes, that's so kind, if you would just so ever so sweetly suggest to your brother here that rules are meant to be followed then we can all just have the super best time! much appreciated sister-girlfriend!

 

Bryce giggles that mousy pitchy giggle and boops Victoria on the nose.

 

Victoria responds with that ‘B**H What?’ Smile.*

 

Victoria: I’ll be sure to talk to him about it. Thanks Girlfriend. (Turns to Dante and picking up the binder he discarded) You ready to go Tey?

 

Dante: Just about. (Shuts the locker and picks up his backpack.) Later Glen, later Weirdos.

 

He walks off towards the door with Victoria doing a quick wave and following behind. As they exit the Locker room Victoria tosses the book in the garbage with a grin as the camera fades to black.

 

 

Kendra: Yeah, I can't. Nice N Normal are trippin'. 

 

 

Simon: Yeah, I can't disagree. 

 

 

Marcus: Yeah they seem like the kinda people who would straight call the police. Or the manager. Kinda like this next person, another story of a team that has fallen apart.

 

CHILL DANNY GILL VS ROSE NORRIS-KRATZ

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: One fall!

 

 

Rose Norris-Kratz storms out, wagging her finger and jawing at everyone as they boo her relentlessly.

 

 

Ash: First! From Teglholmen, Denmark, the Manager's Menace, Rose Norris-Kratz!

 

Simon: I think I actually miss the Shakespearean actor. 

 

Kendra: Once you go overly white, your head ain't ever quite right.

 

 

White smoke fills the entrance way. "Super Chill" Danny Gill walks out smoothly jamming as he walks down the ramp. He strokes out his mustache halfway through then gives very peaceful high fives to some of the people on the ramp.

 

 

Ash: And her opponent! From Odense, Denmark, weighing in at 259 pounds, Super Chill Danny Gill!

 

Marcus: This is my DUDE. Let's go Danny Gill!

 

Gill does the Raise the Roof at the Ropes, then enters the ring. Rose stares him down.

 

Simon: Wild to think these two used to be tag partners, when you take away the shared interest of Shakespeare they really are such opposites. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Rose starts this off with a big open-handed slap. Danny shrugs it off. She goes for the slap again, he ducks it and gets her up in the Stalling Fisherman! He's rocking out to the Boombox! And down she goes! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Super Chill Danny Gill wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Super Chill-

 

Rose grabs the mic from Ash's hand.

 

Rose: Excuse me! You all - you all saw the injustice that just happened here. I lost in one move because these two - pointing at Danny Gill and Andra Jones - are clearly colluding - yes-  (audience boos) Shut up - you all shut up - you saw - I demand Colin McRae get out here and right this! Re-right this! Strike this from the record, these two were clearly working together to stop a w- (boos) a wh- (boos intensify) - You know what? I'm coming to you Colin, because I want to also talk to you about this - about (points at audience)  all these horrible people here who I bet don't even speak E-

 

Marcus: We're not in the US, she knows that, right?

 

 

Colin enters the arena.

 

Rose: Oh thank God. Colin, do something about-

 

Colin: Oh, I'm actually not here for you.

 

Rose: EXCUSE ME?

 

Colin: Yeah. You got squashed. It was your responsibility to kick out and continue the match and you didn't do that. No injustice happened here. No, I'm actually here to talk to X-Treme Society. If you please, come on out and be ready for battle.

 

A burning X fills the Titan tron as Start The Shooting by A Day To Remember starts blasting.

 

 

The camera fades in to a close up of Victoria Scythe, she is dressed in her managerial attire and talking on the phone.

 

 

Victoria: Hey, so yeah we found our locker room just fine. Just want to know, where is the Scythe Society locker room?

 

She pauses, her face painting the picture of a conversation that isn’t going to plan.

 

Victoria: I am almost 100% positive they have their own locker room. Defjam and Jared are two of the biggest….. What?

 

She pauses again as the voice is audibly laughing on the other line. She looks down at the phone annoyed before putting it back to her ear.

 

Victoria: Path 2 Glory? We were told they were on MAWL! Jared told me himself, this is ridiculous. Well, thanks anyway Ed. I appreciate the call.

 

She hangs up shaking her head frustrated.

 

Victoria: Well that explains a lot.

 

 

Dante walks into frame in a slight rush.

 

Dante: Everything good over here?

 

Victoria: Yeah, yeah it’s good. Just, DJ and Jared ain’t here. Jared lied, they’re both fighting in P2G, not MAWL.

 

Dante shrugs.

 

Dante: Don’t matter homie, we came here to knock some skulls. Don’t need the Scythe brothas to do that. Plus that’s why we rep team Xtreme Society. Cause Jared is always on that BS.

 

Colin (OS-through Arena): No, I'm actually here to talk to X-Treme Society. If you please, come on out and be ready for battle.

 

"Start the Shooting" plays in a low rumble. Victoria nods her head with a growing smile.

 

Victoria: Yeah, You’re right. And I bet this means we got those uptight dorks from earlier tonight so we can let loose for real.

 

Dante pounds his fist into his palm.

 

Dante: I can’t wait. I bet it’s not no DQ. Shame; It’s been too long since i could REALLY hurt someone.

 

Victoria: And there’s been a reason for that Tae. Let’s just focus on getting the W and building momentum.

 

The two do their secret handshake greeting before heading to the arena, the camera fades to black. During this blackout Victoria, off camera, does a quick change to her wrestling gear.

 

 

The crowd pops as Dante Rivera and Victoria Scythe take the stage.

 

 

Colin: Now I can imagine you two know what this is about. I got a rather - shrill - complaint in my office about you two. 

 

Dante starts to speak, Colin raises his hand.

 

Colin: Hold up friend and let me finish. Nice N Normal were pretty clear that they want you both off-premises.

 

The crowd boos.

 

Colin: Now, nobody comes in my office and tells me what to do.

 

The crowd energy suddenly takes a drastic shift.

 

Colin: Let this be a message to you all, and this includes you Kratz. I don't take orders from talent. So here's what we're gonna do. You two are gonna get in the ring and let the crowd soak in your official tag team debut here on Madness! And the winner of your match will be the first tag team in the first contender spot at The Boom!

 

The crowd riles up. X-Treme Society nod and as their music picks up, they get halfway down the ramp and stomp, releasing red and silver sparks that rain down on them. 

 

Kendra: Someone put on his big boy pants this morning. I thought the guy was a eunuch.

 

They walk down the ramp and to the ring, Dante jumping onto the apron and climbing through the ropes, Victoria running up the steps and climbs the turnbuckle posing and taunting. After she jumped down, the two stand in the center of the ring, Dante slowly removing his shades from his face. Their eyes fixed on the camera (or opponent). He tosses the shades to the side and the two stomps hard onto the mat together, setting off flames on all four corners of the ring and red sparks to rain down from above them.

 

X-TREME SOCIETY VS NICE N NORMAL

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: One fall! 

 

Ash: In the ring, the duo of Dante Rivera and Victoria Scythe, X-TREEEEEEEME SOCIETY!

 

The crowd goes wild.

 

 

The lights turn a very stoic powder blue as Norman Normal and Bryce Nice come out. They're not their usual sunny selves, but it's only slightly less sunny.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! The team of Bryce Nice and Norman Normal, Nice N Normal!

 

The audience boos relentlessly, breaking only to do the "Bum Bum Bum" in the song.

 

Simon: I love that as much as they hate these two, they can't stop themselves.

 

Marcus: Also, Colin is petty and I love it. They went to complain and get X-Treme escorted off premises and now X-Treme may win a spot for the Tag First Contender's Match. 

 

Kendra: BUT, Nice N Normal also have that same shot, and when this year began they WERE MAWL's tag champs. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually also hoping X-Treme pulls it off, I just can't stand these two, but it's not gonna be a walk in the park.

 

Simon: I'm fine with that, the first part of the card moved lightning quick.

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Normal and Rivera to start, Normal whips Rivera off the rope and catches him on the rebound with an arm drag. Rivera quick to his feet, Normal grabs him by the arm and a kick to Rivera's midsection. Holding the arm, tag to Nice and she kicks Rivera's arm from underneath. Double whip off the ropes, Rivera SLIDES UNDER THE DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BACK AROUND AND A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT TO TAKE THEM BOTH DOWN!

 

The crowd starts to enliven!

 

Kendra: Andra gets Norman out of the ring, trying to keep order, good luck with that girl and Bryce going for a clothesline to the back, no Rivera senses it and slides under, to her back and German Suplex! Going for the pin but Bryce slides out easy. Rivera gets Bryce into an arm twist, tag into Victoria and Victoria up with a Springboard DDT! 

 

Marcus: The family flow runs through the veins of these two and they know each others' patterns seamlessly. Victoria keeping the pressure on Bryce and a deadlift German Suplex! Bryce bounces a little too much to keep the pin, and rolls herself out of the ring.

 

Kendra: Nice being a little TOO nice. 

 

Simon: I thought you weren't rooting for them.

 

Kendra: Doesn't mean I don't wanna see some brutality. Get in there and make me change my mind!

 

Marcus: Scythe not gonna let that fly, she's taking a run and springboard corkscrew moonsault to the out BRYCE ROLLS HERSELF IN AS VICTORIA CATCHES AIR! Oh that little giggle isn't fooling anyone. 

 

Kendra: Okay see that was petty and I'm here for it. 

 

Simon: Andra begins the count!

 

1!

2!

 

Marcus: Come on Victoria get to your oh okay she's on her feet and in the ring. She doesn't look happy. 

 

Simon: I would say not, she charges full throttle at Bryce and beautiful running DDT! She pulls Bryce up by her pigtails and launches her into the turnbuckle! Stalking over and making the climb-

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

 

Kendra: Bryce just learned her addition tables! Victoria tags Dante back in, Victoria picks Bryce up and gives a little lift, Dante off the ropes and Enzigiuri! Dante up and hits a moonsault NO BRYCE GETS HER KNEES UP! Bryce gets the headlock in and going for a crossface! 

 

Simon: It's crazy that she manages to keep that smile through the whole thing.

 

Marcus: She calls herself a One Woman Pep Rally but the Camp Counselor from Addams Family Values seems more in line. Truly disturbing. 

 

Kendra: Dante reaching for a tag, Bryce cranks that hold, Victoria running in with an elbow drop, and frees Dante. Dante hits a running dropkick on Norman and Bryce back to her feet, NICE 2 KNEE YOU!

 

1!

2!

 

Simon: Victoria saves Dante again! Now she just needs to get out of there so he can tag in. Norman in and taking a run...there's the wave....HELLO NEIGHBOR FLYING CLOTHESLINE TO VICTORIA NO DANTE CATCHES HIM IN A SPEAR! HOT TAG TO VICTORIA! VICTORIA CHARGING BRYCE, TAKING THE LEAP AND LEGS AROUND THE HEAD!! COMING DOWN!!! FLYING GALLOWS!!! 

 

Kendra: Bryce struggling to get back to her feet, here comes Norman to the rescue and no! Dante running interference and Bryce taps!!!

 

Victoria Scythe wins by submission!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, X-TREME SOCIETY!!

 

Simon: They are officially going to The Boom!!

 

Kendra: And we keep the party going - wait, am I reading this next match right? It can't...can it-?

 

HELL IN THE CELL

GOZU VS ARV ACTION

 

Ash: The following contest is a hell in the cell and is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: One fall!

 

 

The lights darken and fog emminates from the stage area as the opening chords of Mushroomhead - We Are the Truth strum out.  Vibrant red pyro erupts from the stage as the chorus vocals start.

 

 

Gozu emerges from the stage slowly walking into view as the fog grows thicker and rolls down the ramp ahead of him.  Light from behind him casts him in shilloute as he stands at the top of the ramp eyes seemingly focused on nothing. The lighting in the arena pulses red in time with the song as Gozu stalks down towards the ring slowly.

 

Ash: FIRST!! From I would assume the Church of Pain, weighing in at 355 pounds, the PATRON SAINT OF PAIN, GOZU!!!

 

As the music builds in intensity Gozu's movements speed up. Until half way down the ramp he's in a full on sprint.  Gozu dives under the bottom rope and immediately pushes himself up to his feet.  The fog seems to follow him as it begins seeping out from under the ring with his arrival.  Gozu's head swivels as he turns looking out at the crowd as the lights continue pulsing in time with the music.

 

Colin puts on a headset.

 

 

Kendra: What are you doing here? 

 

Colin: I wasn't gonna miss this, you kidding? Don't worry, I won't take over lead commentary. 

 

The lights go completely dark, and as small white lights flash staggered around the arena to the cymbals.

 

 

The lights completely flash on and off to the guitar riff almost like thunder. 

 

The titantron goes in time with the song "ARE YOU READY" but the tron replaces ARE with ARV.

 

Colin: Oh my God. 

 

 

As the drums hit Arv jumps out and stomps, with a sparkler A showing up behind him.

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Ninety Six, South Carolina, weighing in at 130 pounds, ARV ACTION!

 

Arv struts down to the ring, pounding his chest like he's the man to beat.

 

Kendra: Okay yeah, this is going to end in disaster and I'm excited. 

 

Arv Action enters the ring and the cell lowers. Arv has a moment where he realizes what he just did then the bell rings!

 

Simon: Arv goes right in with a big punch to Gozu's chest! And another! Haymaker combo!

 

Colin: Gozu is just...looking at him. Hasn't moved, hasn't flinched and I doubt he's blinked.

 

Kendra: All this over a mask. What a child.

 

Marcus: Arv going off the ropes, coming back and a Superman Punch! And Gozu looks down briefly at him, but again, not budging a step.

 

Colin: Gozu's picking him up in an Iron Claw, and he just LAUNCHES Arv out of the ring! Right into the Cell!

 

Simon: I think Arv may be thinking questioning everything in his life right now.

 

Kendra: Right down to the time he asked to get a Tiger shaved into his head in a fade but forgot the "A" and walked around rocking a silhouette of a golfer. 

 

Colin: That's amazing.

 

Simon: Arv trying to pick himself up with the cell and THAT'S not a great idea, Arv just setting himself up AND GOZU CANNONBALLS HIM!

 

Marcus: Stay down, dude! It ain't worth it! 

 

Kendra: Something you'll learn about Arvin, he has more ego than brains. It's like a 4 to 1 ratio. 

 

Colin: Arv picking himself back up, trying to climb up the cell, he's still only at Gozu's eye level and Gozu with a headbutt rollicking Arv back to the ground!

 

Marcus: Gozu kicks the door out and Gozu starting up the cell! 

 

Arv: Yeah! Run away you coward! That's right!

 

Kendra: I...don't think that's what's happening. 

 

Marcus: If I were Arv right now, I'd just leave. I'd take this opportunity to peace out.

 

Colin: Arv meanwhile is projecting his own cowardice. 

 

Arv: Shut up Colin! No I'm not! 

 

Kendra: Colin spurred him on and Arv is making the climb, toxic masculinity wins again. 

 

Marcus: Gozu just waiting.

 

Colin: The last time this happened, Gozu lost an EBay bid and that's why this match exists.

 

Simon: Arv making it to the top of the cell, Gozu helps him the last few steps and ohhh no Sky High Chokeslam right off the cell! 

 

Colin: Welcome back to the announcer's table.

 

Arv: Shut up Colin.

 

Kendra: Incoming.

 

Gozu Purgatory Plunges Arv through a table. 

 

Arv: If it's all the same, I'd like my announcing job back.

 

Colin: Why? You're doing so well.

 

Gozu drags Arv into the ring and covers him.

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Gozu wins by pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, GOZU!!

 

Colin: Thanks for having me back at the booth, gang. It felt like old times.

 

Kendra: Hate to admit it but it did a little.

 

Marcus: Also, look, I'm new here so if you want I can give-

 

Colin: So I DO think I want to give Arv his old seat back, but Marcus, you've done so amazingly well here in a short time. We're expanding our Gung Ho to a second setup, an International Setup, and I want you to be the lead announcer for that.

 

Marcus: Really? Thanks dawg, I won't let you down. 

 

Colin: I know you won't. But, stick around for today. We've still got plenty of card.

 

Simon: In fact, talking of returning to an old spot, we've got two people making their first singles matches in a MAWL ring in some time! 

 

DUSTY McGRAW VS AXEL

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: One fall!

 

 

 Lightning strikes a desert plain on the screen as silhouettes of kangaroos, emus, and a howling dingo flash across. The visuals switch to Dusty walking with Johnny Rivé standing by him through the red dust until he arrives at the ring ramp. Pyro explodes like a bushfire along the ramp sides.

 

 

Ash: FIRST! Accompanied by the Velvet Voice Johnny Rivé, from the Outback, weighing 253 pounds, the Outback Outlaw, DUSTY McGRAW!!

 

Simon: McGraw made an appearance in a multi-man match recently, but this is his official return to the ring and the fans couldn't be happier to see him.

 

Kendra: Why, so he can just disappear again?

 

Marcus: Apparently it was a pretty serious injury, and it's good to see him back on his feet. 

 

Kendra: Of course you'd defend someone disappearing.

 

Marcus: Hey now, I just accepted an offer, I didn't stump for it. I thought I'd be going back to alternate interviewer. 

 

Simon: But you can see the joy on the face of Dusty, having his old friend Johnny in his corner and this is an advantage as good as any out there. 

 

 

The lights flicker on and off like in a dive bar. For the dirty guitar riffs light in the form of a Union Jack shoots outward a la the green X of DeGeneration X.

 

 

When the drum hits, Axel steps out and throws his arms up in glorious self-praise.

 

Kendra: Okay I KNOW this dude was fired. Do career matches mean nothing anymore?

 

Simon: It makes sense his music is Superman.

 

Kendra: (instantly regretting asking) Why.

 

Simon: Death of Superman everyone thought he was done and gone, and then DC was like "Just kidding! He's back."

 

Marcus: Could be worse. It could the British Fop again.

 

Kendra: True.

 

 The lights continue the Union Jack reverb through the distortion riffs as Axel walks down the ramp pounding his chest and throwing boxer punches. He enters the ring pounding his chest with both hands and shadow boxing a bit more. 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Scunthorpe, England, from 203 pounds, Beautiful British Brutality, AXEL!

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Axel rushes McGraw with a flurry of gut punches, and sends him running, McGraw back and Axel catches him with the knee. 

 

Kendra: This is a much different Axel than the one who left. He's actually doing a solid job keeping the pressure on. Stomping down on McGraw and keeping him grounded. Axel with an arm breaker and twisting into an armbar.  

 

Marcus: Dusty isn't seeming too bothered by it, starting to push himself back to his feet, pulls Axel back to his feet and ripcord lariat!! And snap suplex to Axel! Dusty's gaining some of that momentum back. Dusty goes off the ropes and looking for a leg drop, ohh Axel rolls out of the way.

 

Kendra: Axel finally showing that he has his head in this game. The time away may have done Axel a world of good. Axel driving the Yes Kicks into Dusty and a quick switch of the leg with the knee.  

 

Simon: The switch gives Dusty enough time to get the leg and it's a SPINEBUSTER!! McGraw going for the cover - 

 

1!

 

Marcus: Axel with the shoulder up and he's throwing fists at the head of Dusty. This is some MMA style we've got goin' on here.

 

Simon: Axel driving those fists into the temples and face of Dusty, successfully frees himself and a European Uppercut!! Dusty's lookin' a little dazed, Axel loads himself back and going for the lariat NO DUSTY DUCKS IT AXEL CAN'T STOP HIS MOMENTUM AND HITS THE ROPES, DUSTY GETS HIM INTO A TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! He's calling for it - got Axel up with one arm and HIGH ANGLE SPINEBUSTER! OUTBACK SLAM!

 

Marcus: Digeridoo not try this at home!

 

Kendra: Celebrating to the fans JOHNNY HITS HIM WITH THE CANE! AXEL CATCHES HIM IN A ROLL-UP!!! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Axel wins by Pinfall!

 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Beautiful British Brutality, AXEL!

 

Kendra: Now THAT is the Axel I know! Well played sir. 

 

Marcus: What a despicable play by Johnny Rivé.

 

Kendra: You're gonna have to loosen the buttcheeks and open your eyes a little if you wanna make it as a lead announcer. Johnny did what anyone in their right mind expected him to do. I mean, look at Bushwhacker Fluke over here. Look at the class of man that Johnny is. It's like an exotic animal collector with King Kong. Axel is much more the type of gent that Johnny would throw in with. 

 

Simon: It'll remain to be seen what happens with these both as the time goes on. But let's take it backstage as we prepare to get through the next part of our card.

 

 

The camera fades in on a beautifully decorated backstage lounge. Lavender and silver streamers drape from the ceiling. Paper moons and stars twinkle from string lights. A long table holds a feast of Japanese street food — takoyaki, sushi platters, yakitori skewers, and bowls of crushed ice filled with ramune bottles clinking with condensation. The Draconic Title sits proudly on a small gold stand in the center of the table.

 

 

Aiko sits cross-legged on a zabuton in the centre of the table, the picture of grace and glory. Her gear sparkling. Around her sit her celebrating peers — ‘The Firebird’ Guinevere, Diana the Nor Phoenix, Chanty, Nova Cinder, Halley Comet, Screech, Wiski Sour, Glen Leven, Tyler Hayes, Hazel Clarke, Wonderwolf, Brian Storm, and Capybara, who’s curled up with a melon pan.

 

Rina, ever-polite, kneels beside Aiko, mic in hand. She lightly taps it to quiet the room.

 

 

RINA (smiling): "Excuse me, everyone. If we may… our new Dragonic Champion, The Moonblade Aiko, would like to say a few words."

 

Everyone claps and cheers as Aiko stands, raising her arms, then sits again proudly.

 

 

AIKO (in Japanese): ”Minna, arigatō. Koko made koreta no wa, ōen shite kureta anata-tachi no okage. Ato… watashi no jitsuryoku ne.”

 

RINA (translating softly): "Thank you, everyone. Aiko couldn't have made it here without your support..."

 

More cheers. Aiko bites into a yakitori stick, and speaks mid-chew.

 

AIKO: “Beruto ga sukoshi omoi kedo… sore tte, watashi no kachi tte koto desho?”

 

RINA (with a warm chuckle): "She says the belt fits her well, and can’t wait to defend it every week…A true champ."

 

Aiko holds up the Dragonic Title now, voice more serious.

 

AIKO (in Japanese): “Dragonic wa hajimari no seiza. Nihonde wa ryū wa chikara to unmei no shōchōdesu… soshite watashi no ryū no tanjō wa hajimatta bakaridesu.”

 

RINA (more reverent): "Just like a Dragon in the stars, Aiko is a symbol of power and destiny… and the beginning of a new era, this new story, has just begun."

 

She sets the belt back down, eyes shining.

 

AIKO: Dakara koso, ōpun charenji o suru. Maishū, daredemo ki na yo. Wakasa mo chikara mo aru uchi ni, zenbu misetai kara.

 

RINA (firm, proud): "And that is why… she’s issh…."

 

Before Rina could even finish speaking —

 

A loud honking noise down the hall. HONK HONK. THEN: CRASH!!

 

 

The camera spins around to seeT.M Ichiban, Maki Itoh’s loud imposing chauffeur with gold teeth and black shades, comedically rolling around on the ground, obviously from struggling to walk while wearing what could only be described as a ridiculous oversized piece of cardboard. He awkwardly gets to his feet, dusts off his suit, then picks the cardboard up off the concrete, straightens it out. Once he has straightened out the cupboard, he proudly shows off what it is; A cardboard replica cut out of the limo Maki drives in. After admiring his luxury vehicle, he then proceeds to pull out an electronic horn sounding device, and starts repeatedly pressing it.

TOOT! TOOT! BEEP! BEEP! TOOT! TOOT! HONKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Aiko gets up, and stomps her feet on the ground in annoyance.

Aiko: “Yamete! Atchi e itte!”

 

 

From the hallway. In struts Maki, flawless and furious, in a velvet-black and gold kimono jacket and steel-toe boots. Behind her are the Maki Birds — her entourage of six sharply dressed backup girls.

 

The party goes dead silent.

 

MAKI (cold): “I didn’t say you can issue an open challenge."

 

Before anyone can speak —

 

BANG!!!

 

Maki breaks the food table in half with one brutal karate chop. Takoyaki and soy sauce fly everywhere. Capybara squeals and hides behind Glen Leven.

 

MAKI (stepping closer, low and sharp): “You and me, ring, now!”

 

Aiko steps over the table, and stands face to face with Maki. At first they face off, staring each other up and down, and trying to psyche each other out. But then get into an intense battle; A dreaded staring contest. They look in each other's eyes, dead serious, like their lives depended on it. Like this is a traditional battle of will and mental fortitude that has been passed down through generations. They both understand the stakes.

The Maki Birds fan Maki from behind. TM Ichiban looms in the open backstage lobby area pulling faces, trying to distract Aiko.

Everyone watches intensely. Aiko refuses to blink… Eyes start twitching though. Then eyes fluctuate, from almost closing to sudden eyelid spasms trying to keep their eyes open. Sweat profusely pours from the foreheads of both competitors. One of the birds grabs a napkin and starts to dab Maki’s forehead, removing much of the sweat beads rolling down her face.

The stare-off lasts for what seems like an iron women match.

Oohs and aahs are heard, Maki looks like she is about to blink.

EVERYONE: OOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

She doesn’t blink.

She intensifies her stare, and Aiko starts to feel the pressure.

EVERYONE: OOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

No! She doesn’t blink.

Aiko starts twitching like a zombie. The look on her face betraying her. Maki is also doing the same but seems a little more ‘composed’. The stare-off is close to ending.

Aiko is beginning to twitch, and her eyes start to sting.

EVERYONE: OOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


Aiko’s eyes finally shift away as she blinks. She quickly rubs her eyes, and looks back at Maki like she just got cheated out of a win.

 

AIKO (screaming suddenly in Japanese, breaking the tension): “SAGI!!”

Rina covers her mouth in shock. Maki just smiles back smugly. The Maki Birds turn to leave. Maki gestures for TM Ichiban to bring the limo around. He quickly shuffles closer, and Maki and the birds walk behind the card board cut out, then strutting away from the scene in unison, laughing and mocking Aiko.

 

The camera lingers on Aiko, still standing on the broken table, fists clenched, shaking with rage — her Draconic Title gleaming beneath the wreckage of mochi and splinters.

 

Down the hall-

 

 

Irving: Ladies and gentleman… I’m standing here with Axel “Beautiful British Brutality” — who just picked up a shocking win in his MAWL return—and

 

He turns with visible discomfort.

 

Irving: A man who moments ago betrayed a longtime friend— Johnny ‘The Velvet Voice’ Rivé.

 

 

Axel, sweaty but smirking, towel over his shoulder. Beside him, Johnny Rivé, cooler than ever—maroon blazer still spotless, gold chain gleaming, a smug expression plastered across his face like he just won the lottery.

 

Axel (adjusting his wrist tape, smirking): Let’s get one thing straight, Irving. That wasn’t a betrayal. That was strategy. That was execution. That was British Intelligence, guided by velvet precision.

 

Johnny leans in, gently taking the mic from Irving like he’s caressing a glass of wine.

 

Johnny: Let me spin the tale for the fine people at home. You see, everyone thought I came to MAWL for Dusty. For friendship.

 

He scoffs and grins, holding up the now infamous poker chip.

 

Johnny: But this little chip? This wasn’t luck. This was leverage. Insurance that when the game mattered—Dusty McGraw would go all in… with nothing in his hand.

 

Axel laughs behind him. The crowd boos loudly from the arena feed.

 

Johnny: While Dusty was out there thinking I was still his friend… I was standing right behind the man who is the future of MAWL. The man who brought Beautiful British Brutality to this company. The man who didn’t need luck — just an opening.

 

He smirks at the camera.

 

Johnny: And I gave it to him.

 

Irving (stepping back in, rattled): But Johnny… Dusty trusted you. You gave him that chip. You told him you had his back!

 

Johnny (leans in slowly, voice low and poisonous): And I did. Just not the way he thought.

 

He looks dead into the camera.

 

Johnny: Dusty… you should know better. The Velvet Voice doesn’t sing lullabies. He sings eulogies.

 

Axel steps forward, smug and sharp.

 

Axel: McGraw got blindsided by the one thing no cowboy can outrun—evolution. And now? With Johnny in my corner, the rest of this roster? You’re all next.

 

Johnny (grinning): Because while Dusty played fair… we played to win. And in case you forgot—

 

He holds the mic close, speaking low and clear.

 

Johnny: The house… always wins.

 

Johnny flicks the poker chip toward the camera. It hits the lens. Smash cut to black. MAWL logo slams in. The crowd boos echo behind it.

 

 

DRACONIC TITLE

AIKO VS MAKI

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Ash: And it is for the Draconic Title!

 

The One Punch Limo pulls up to the stage, with TM Ichiban stepping out first.

 

 

Behind him, through the door can be seen Maki, holding a cocktail and with a mean scowl on her face.

 

 

Piling out of the limo and surrounding it are the Maki Birds, who begin singing the theme song.

 

 

Maki finally exits the limo. She drinks from her cocktail but doesn't seem in particularly a singing or party mood.

 

 

Simon: Maki is on her way out, but she seems pretty miserable, pretty angry.

 

 

Marcus: You know who SHOULD be pissed is Aiko. Maki running in to interrupt the celebration like that and then presuming to have the authority to tell Aiko what matches she can or cannot have.

 

 

Kendra: She went in with confidence and shot her shot. You can't really be upset with her for that. And Aiko gave her the title match so clearly she did what she needed to.

 

Marcus: Aiko did it with uncharacteristic anger.

 

Kendra: Good. She needs to fire up.

 

Ash: FIRST! Accompanied by her Personal Manservant T.M. Ichiban and the Maki Birds, From Ogōri, Fukoka, Japan, the Cutest in the World, the Cold-Hearted Kupidoll, The One Punch Champ, MAKI!!

 

The fans boo as she adjusts her shades and blows them off, a pursed lip of ego across her face. T.M. lifts the rope for her and she enters.

 

Kendra: Also, isn't it in Maki's contract that she enters last?

 

Simon: She's not the champion and she's about to learn real quick what thinking she can call the shots results in.

 

The big screen cuts to backstage where Rina, Aiko's personal announcer is standing. Her infectious smile sparkles.

 

 

Rina: Introducing the beautiful and mighty fighter from Yamaguchi, Japan...the Draconic Champion...

 

The Moonblade, AIKO!!!!!!!

 

The cute fashionista turns, to her right where Aiko stands in traditional japanese attire, and a black paper umbrella.

 

 

"NEON BLADE" by MoonDeity hits, and Aiko now faces the camera. A cool aura and swagger emanating from her as she removes her designer glasses, and walks with zeal, and boldness towards the gorilla position and out through the entrance way stage area.

 

The crowd erupts into cheers of admiration, and they bounce along with Aiko as she struts to the rhythmic oriental beat. Aiko dressed in her signature black sports top with gold accent, and kimono inspired leggings. On the stage she jumps, and gives a quick kick downward, and a high kick once she lands. She gives a display of 3 more flash kicks, an elbow strike, then spins around, and goes onto one knee, giving a Kata prayer like pose. The screen behind her shows beautiful plumes from peach blossom trees, and open japanese umbrellas spinning. Aiko's name is displayed with kanji symbols, and a rising sun logo positioned behind it all. 

 

As the crowd continue to cheer Aiko skips down the ramp then into a rhythmic strut playing to the crowd, and arms rolling with dance movements.

 

She stands at the bottom of the steps, and bows. Then quickly makes her way into the ring, and makes exaggerated poses and moves til her music stops.

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Maki going for Aiko's eyes, Aiko blocks her hands and a front kick right to Maki's midsection. A second kick for good measure, Aiko loading herself back on the ropes and charging back for a double axe handle and Maki finds herself in an unenviable position at the beginning of this match. 

 

Marcus: Maybe Maki needs to take less time drinking and partying and more time in the gym. 

 

Kendra: Let a girl live. 

 

Simon: Belly to Back and Aiko is firmly in control of this one. Aiko keeping on top of Maki and locks in an armbar!

 

Kendra: Ah see, Aiko should have kept it that brawl space and she chose instead to crawl into Maki's territory, Maki with a flip and switches it up, gets Aiko into a Fujiwara! She's yanking hard, looks like she's trying to dislocate Aiko's arm!

 

Marcus: Aiko going for the ropes, Maki swings her back around with a huge yank and Aiko is starting to show signs of wear. Come on Aiko! You can do it!

 

Kendra: Good luck with that, Maki is a submission queen. Aiko attempting to roll out of the hold, Maki kicks her into rolling back in the other way. Aiko fighting up to her feet, Maki kicks the back of her leg out. Maki has an answer for Aiko every which way. 

 

Simon: Aiko with a desperation move, she's trying to get a hold of Maki's hair, she has it, and jumps her down into essentially a bulldog. Aiko pulls Maki up by her hair to her knees, going in on a series of roundhouse kicks, and spinning back fist! 

 

Marcus: That's how you get it back.

 

Kendra: Oh I see, if Maki does it she's a horrid bitchburger, but it's cool when Aiko does it.

 

Marcus: Once the floodgates open you do what you can to stay in the match, but if you cheat without needing to then it's a problem.

 

Simon: Aiko running back, OH! TM ICHIBAN CRACKS HER IN THE BACK WITH THE TITLE! 

 

Marcus: Andra calling for the bell!

 

Kendra: That was sloppily done by TM, he should have been smoother.

 

Aiko wins by disqualification!

 

 

Ash: Your winner by disqualification, and still Draconic Champion, the Moonblade Aiko!!

 

Kendra: I'd fire TM Ichiban. Or make him wear that cardboard limo out to the next match. 

 

Voice Over: Wrestling only has one Heartbreaker. 

 

Marcus: Oh Goddammit. Not this guy.

 

Kendra: Hopefully this will make up for that travesty.

 

"No Good" By The Prodigy begins to play.

 

 

Enter....SM?

 

No one comes out just yet.

 

It is an awkward pause before finally SM HeartBreaker does appear.

 

 

Not wearing his usual smart formal suit. SM HeartBreaker wastes zero time marching down to the ring and grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer at ring side. SM HeartBreaker doesn't aura farm or mock the crowd. SM HeartBreaker is all business.

 

SM: Do you know how long it took me to get ready for this promo?

 

One Minute

 

SM: Do you know how long that entrance took?

 

One Minute

 

SM: Do you know how long it is going to take me to get to the entire point of this promo?

 

One Minute

 

SM: Because as you may have noticed. Something is missing. Lets take a minute and think about what is missing.

 

The Crowd could not give a MEOW! This is SM HeartBreaker! Boooo this man!

 

SM: Is it my pride? Is it my confidence? Or is it my MAWL Asylum Championship?

 

BOOOOOMANIA Runs wild! These MAWL faithful are not giving SM HeartBreaker a minute! Pun intended.

 

SM: I spent months, since day one of this company, planning and scheming up until Mayday where everything fell into place.

 

You hear that? Just BOOOOOOOMania running wild in the arena as not a single MAWL fan cares about SM HeartBreaker's feelings.

 

SM: I completed every single goal I had at Mayday. I was the best in the world, not that I ever doubted it. Until the incident happened.

 

MAWL Fans, known for their caring and sympathetic nature, show SM HeartBreaker some love. By BOOOOOing every single word that comes out of his mouth.

 

SM: I stand here before you. Not the best in the world.

 

POPMANIA From the MAWL fans! Something they agree with!

 

SM: Gozu stands as the best in the world.

 

POPMANIA is running wild! MAWL fans are eating this up.

SM: I had three matches at International Incident. One as a champion. One facing a long time nemesis. One fighting for this company. But only one mattered. my first match against Gozu for the MAWL Asylum Championship. The most top championship in this company.

 

MAWL Production: We would like to remind everyone that the MAWL Asylum Championship is not the MAIN championship in MAWL.

 

SM: Going into that match, I was the best in the world. At the end of that match. I simply was not. Because for a single minute in that match, I was not the best in the world and it cost me everything. All because I was couldn't be the best in the world for one more extra minute.

 

One Minute

 

SM: Cost me my Asylum Championship.

 

One Minute

 

SM: I was unable to survive long enough to win.

 

One Minute

 

SM: I couldn't keep a hold of everything I worked hard for since day one.

 

One Minute

 

SM: Gozu was better than me and it didn't cost me just my Asylum Championship.

 

One Minute

 

SM: Cost me my edge that I have always held over Joker

 

One Minute

 

SM: and it cost me that match too.

 

One Minute

 

SM: Nearly cost MAWL everything..

 

One Minute

 

SM: Meant we had to rely on Wildfire to save us from P2G.

 

One Minute

 

SM: I wasn't the best in the world and it cost me everything.

 

The MAWL fans get it. For the final minute of his match against Gozu, SM HeartBreaker wasn't the best in the world and it cost him all three of his matches. The MAWL fans understand but the MAWL fans do not care.

 

BOOOOOOOO-MEOWING-MANIA LOSER!

 

SM: In this business, there is no second place. Only losers. In this business, I have always been the best. This is new. I refuse to be in this position. I refuse to accept it. If all it took was surviving one more minute against Gozu. If all it takes is being the best for one more extra minute. If I can train myself to defy the odds for just one more single minute. Then that is going to be my only goal.

BOOOMANIA is going nuclear! These MAWL fans are merciless!

 

SM: If I have to train to be better, every single week. So that I can be the best for one single minute more. That is what I am going to do. If I have to push myself to the blink of death every single week so that what happened at International Incident never happens again. That is what I am going to do. That single consecutive sixty seconds cost me my Asylum Championship, My honour. My pride.

 

I don't want to keep pointing this out but....BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMANIA is starting to be measured on the richter scale.

 

SM: I will not challenge Gozu again until I am sure I can beat him. I will not challenge Gozu until I know I can survive his onslaught for one more minute longer. I will not challenge Gozu until I know that I am the best in the world for one more minute longer than I was at International Incident. Because I have a plan.

 

PLANMANIA is about to be told to the entire world!

 

SM: I am going to train myself to do the most superhuman things. I am going to push myself beyond human levels. I will fight entire stables. I will challenge multi-tag champions. I will face the most dangerous and skilled people in fights that are heavily in my disadvantage. Because all I need to do is survive for...

 

One Minute

 

SM: I just need to be better than I was for...

 

One Minute

 

SM: I need to be better than the best for just...

 

One Minute

 

SM: And If I can't survive one minute in these challenges then I simply do not belong here.

 

One Minute!

One Minute!!

A voice roars over the speakers.

How about you shut your fucking mouth for ONE minute!

 

 

Suddenly Nero explodes onto the stage. No music, no pyro or fog, no theatrics. Just a man on a mission stomping out to the stage dressed in a new all-white dystopian style leather suit—military, cruel, and pristine. His presence silences the crowd like a guillotine dropping.

SIMON: “That’s war incarnate in white leather!”

 

KENDRA: “Ugh, I feel like I need a shower already.”

 

Not known as of late to take to a mic, Nero directs his verbiage towards the man in the ring.

NERO: “You wanna talk about one minute…”

He paces the stage like a caged animal, the echo of his boots pounding off the steel beneath.

…”One minute is how long my last match lasted. Yeah, I was feeling pretty good going into my match versus that monster. I felt fate was on my side. Everything was on my side. Until it wasn’t. Hell, I thought at least Gozu would respect me enough to wait until I was facing him. He couldn’t even face me like a man. He hit me from behind like a coward and disrespected me! And one minute later, and the match was over!”...

He stomps and shakes the stage, and punches his empty palm —hard—sending a loud slap echoing through the arena. The crowd winces at the intensity.

NERO: “One minute!!”

Beat. His nostrils flare.

…”A one minute phone call!”...

Beat. He glares out into the crowd—his tone suddenly heavy, emotional.

…”Hearing those words. That one of my own, someone I trusted and cared for, could turn out to be a betrayer, the Judas who turned on me, and by extension my family. Her family. People that never did her no harm. People who looked up to her. People who listened and followed her words and advice, even over mine at times. But I never questioned it, because I had no reason not to. And in one minute, I knew I had been stabbed in the back, and through my heart”

beat.

NERO: “THATS FUCKING HEARTBREAKING!!!”...

Beat. The crowd murmurs, unsure whether to cheer, or boo. Silence.

…”And you!”...

Beat.

…”One minute!”...

Beat.

…”You know, you were the first person from MAWL I met. Hell, you helped me destroy Dynasty of Champions. You helped me steal their title, and destroy their arena. Yet when I came to MAWL, you couldn't even give me one minute of your time. You couldn’t even look me in my face before turning your back to me, and my family. You lied, and labelled me a clown and a freak. Not even a minute in MAWL, and you were trying to exile me. Calling me an outsider, someone who didn’t belong here. Trying to bury my name. Make an example out of me. And you succeeded, and I fell into your trap.”...

He stops pacing and faces the camera, breathing heavy.


…”SPRING! STING! Ring a bell? “Spring Sting...Yeah. You made a fool out of me alright. And I didn’t see it coming. But I sure found out. The coward. You used tricks. You used gimmicks. You dropped a crate of merch on me—to humiliate me. And you did it all… and ended that match we had in less than one minute.”

KENDRA: “I remember Spring Sting when SM really dropped a crate of his merch on Nero. He must’ve really had a crush on him.”

SIMON: “Not the time, Kendra.”

KENDRA: “Shut the hell up, I ate with that joke.”

NERO: “One god damn minute!”...

Beat.

…”You couldn’t even respect me for that, because you hated what you feared, and you knew I had all the power to take over this place, and that scared you!. So you tried to extinguish me before I could ignite. Call me crazy, but am I starting to see a pattern of cowards, and backstabbers.”

 

Nero pauses again, breathes deep. The arena hangs on his every word.

…”I may act like a coward too, or attack others from behind. But yes, I only hit others from behind in the ring, that's called wrestling people. But beneath all that, I'm a man of principle. If you respect me, I respect you. If you disrespect me, I'll disrespect you. That's why I had to show you disrespect after that match.”...

Beat.

…”And we have been going back and forth inside and outside of the ring ever since.”...

Beat.

 

…”Look at us. This could be considered us coming full circle, or just another chapter in both of our stories, but at least mine is going to be satisfying knowing what’s coming your way tonight.”...

Beat.

…“I once said I'm the nightmare you never wish upon your worst enemy. But tonight I’m happy to be announcing the newest member of The Psycho Supremacy.”

The lights cut out. The tron glitches violently. Blood-red static flashes across the screen—then suddenly the name:

 

E R A D I C U S

 

 

The violin intro of “Now We Die” by Machine Head hits—

 

The crowd are on their feet to see who this new arrival is going to be.

 

 

Then the heavy riff drops. Out marches 6 foot 7 inches of terrifying presence. White leather wrapped around a monstrous frame. Crimson straps pulse like veins over pale skin. His black, wet hair clings to a blank face. Eyes red and dead. Arms long, fingers twitching. His name scorched across his chest.

 

KENDRA: “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?”

 

SIMON: “That… is power. That’s what happens when you push a man like Nero too far. You get Eradicus.”

Nero nods and grins, as he watches SM Heartbreaker's face, as he reacts to seeing the newest member of Psycho Supremacy.

The camera cuts to Nero.

NERO (laughing): "MEET ERADICUS! Our latest weapon… and your worst nightmare!..."

Nero reaches for him. Eradicus shrugs him off and storms forward.

NERO: “Hey you, hang on.”

But it’s too late. Eradicus is on the move.

KENDRA: “Someone stop him!”

Eradicus stalks toward the ring. As he nears, his path changes—he turns sharply to his right. Eyes locked on something at ringside.

SM Heartbreaker watches him cautiously from the ring.

 

MARCUS: “What’s he looking at?”

 

KENDRA: “I don’t know but—he’s coming this way…”

 

Eradicus storms to the timekeeper’s table. Marcus gulps audibly. Kendra backs from her seat.

 

SIMON (calm): “You can see the precision in his focus… this isn’t rage. This is controlled violence. This is art.”

 

KENDRA (furious): “ART?! He’s about to kill the poor timekeeper!”

 

With monstrous strength, Eradicus grabs the timekeeper by the throat and lifts them high. They flail, legs kicking—

 

MARCUS: “No no no no no—!”

 

—and he slams them spine-first through the barricade. A horrible CRACK echoes. The body crumples.

 

The arena gasps in unison. Three guards run out, and run up to Eradicus, who knocks them out with the timekeeper's ring bell.

 

MARCUS: “OH MY GOD!”

CROWD: “HOLY SHIT!”

 

SM Heartbreaker steps forward instinctively—then freezes. Eradicus lifts the ring bell high overhead. A warning. A threat.

Eradicus turns toward the ring now. He steps to the ring, and slides the ring bell into the ring. Then steps into the ring. He slaps the bell like a judge, then crouches low, twitching, eyes locked on SM Heartbreaker. SM shuffles from side to side, unsure if he wants to attack or run.

 

Back at the stage, Nero has been joined by other members of his mad house, The Psycho Supremacy. They are all dressed in matching new all-white leather gear—

Rufus. Bloodswan. And Red Ghost.

 

 

KENDRA: “This… this is a goddamn cult. But hold up, wait. This is funny. Didn’t we see Jassy wear the same outfit as these guys as Baptized in Blood, a week ago? That means these losers are technically following Jassy like she started the trend. Bwahaha I can’t. Just another reason why Psycho Supremacy is lame, and Jassy is a queen and was right to leave.”

 

Back in the ring SM Heartbreaker readies. Fists clenched. Breathing steady. Moving side to side, trying to feel out Eradicus’ ability to track him. Eradicus’ eyes never lose track. His focus is at 120%.

 

Eradicus charges. But SM manages to dodge, and he counters—a combo of strikes; a right hook to Eradicus’ ribs, then a quick left jab to the throat. An elbow to the side of the head, and finishes with a spinning springboard front kick to the chest. But the monster stumbles only slightly.

 

Then—Eradicus grabs SM’s throat and launches him across the ring.

 

SM Heartbreaker slams, rolls like a sausage, crashes into the corner.

 

Eradicus follows, hoping to crush him—he runs and leans forward, looking to drive his shoulder into SM’s gut, but SM Heartbreaker leaps over the top of Eradicus.

Eradicus’ head and shoulder hit the turnbuckle, as SM Heartbreaker lands behind him and—

POW!—SM swift kicks Eradicus right between the legs!

 

The crowd explodes.

CROWD: “YAYYYYYYY!”


Eradicus falls back inside from between the ring onto a knee, but then seconds later, he gets back up and turns around.

One kick was not enough to stun Eradicus, so SM cocks back his leg and—

BOK!! Kick to the Dick #2!

 

Eradicus feels a pang as he is kicked again, and drops to both knees.

 

The crowd cheers.
Nero looks amused.

SM Heartbreaker seizes the opportunity to deliver a ‘Kiss Good Night’. He locks his arm around Eradicus’ neck and prepares to deliver the DDT. In a snap, he falls back, and pulls Eradicus' head straight down onto the ring bell.

CROWD: “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

CRACKKKKKK!

Eradicus’s head is rammed hard onto the top of the ring bell

CROWD: “YAYYYYYYYYYY!”

The crowd cheers again, as SM backs away, gasping. He catches his breath and wipes his forehead as he looks over his shoulder at Nero with a flash of triumph in his eyes—until he sees Nero pointing behind him.

The crowd suddenly goes quiet, SM Heartbreaker's shoulders slump, as if he knows what he is going to see when he turns his head.

He turns. Eradicus is standing. Bleeding. Breathing hard. Staring through him.

SM shakes his head, and grits his teeth. He begins to run at Eradicus without hesitation. He leaps from the canvas with his knee cocked in front of him.

Normally he’d aim for the head of a crouching opponent, but his opponent is standing too tall to be able to knee his face, so he aims for the dick again.

But he’s caught mid-air with Eradicus’ arm out in front of him catching SM Heartbreaker by the neck. The knee connects with its intended target, but nowhere near enough force or damage for Eradicus to feel it.

Eardicus lifts SM Heartbreak up into the air, and slams him down with a massive chokeslam.

SIMON: “CHOKESLAM!!!!!!!!”

The canvas shudders.

Eradicus picks SM Heartbreaker up by the hair. He swings him like a ragdoll into the turnbuckle. He then pushes the dazed wrestler through the ropes.

He flops through the rope, onto the apron, and then onto the floor.

His eyes glaze over as he looks up and over to the ref, and announcers, looking for anyone to step in and help, and stop the madness.

KENDRA: “SOMEONE STOP THIS! CALL THE DAMN ARMY!”

 

Simon chuckles. Marcus looks horrified.

 

 

Finally Cody Caster, and some security comes down to the ring to try to control the situation that has unfolded. They get between SM Heartbreaker and Eradicus and try to move Eradicus away from the ring area, and stop him from continuing the assault. There's 6 guards, three each holding an arm and pulling at it, and slowly halting Eradicus. But it’s not enough.

 

Just as SM Heartbreaker had struggled to get to his feet, clutching his shoulder, Eradicus pushes off the guards, and barrels back towards SM Heartbreaker.

He flies in with a knee of his own, straight into SM Heartbreaker's gut, who immediately doubles over, and drapes across the steel steps beside him.

Eradicus quickly steps up and leaps up from the bottom step, and comes down with a foot, stomping straight down on SM Heartbreaker's head. His head crushed into the steel steps.

 

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

 

Dr El Medico, his Medical team, and Christian Reed, head of security with even more guards rush out. Colin rushes down as well, and starts yelling at Nero, and the rest of the Psycho Supremacy to stop Eradicus. Nero just shrugs and laughs.

It takes ten guards to restrain Eradicus again, dragging him up the ramp as he thrashes violently. But as they reach the stage, Eradicus suddenly roars and bursts free, sending guards flying like bowling pins.

 

He charges back down, runs around the side of the ring, and SM—barely on his feet with medics helping him—eats a monstrous flying shoulder tackle over the announcer’s table!

 

He’s then quickly grabbed and dragged out from behind the announcers table. Eradicus lifts SM high above his head. He holds him up like a sacrifice, then sends him back down, back first, with a backbreaker.

The knee feels like steel and SM screams so loud as his back cracks, and his limp body falls to the floor.

KENDRA: “STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HIM!”

 

Medics rush over. SM barely moves. The crowd is stunned.

 

In the meantime, a mysterious man has joined Nero at the bottom of the ramp, and calls out for Eradicus to stop.

The guards surround Eradicus again, who, with arms in victory, is finally taken away with no resistance.

A stretcher is brought down, and medical personnel are tending to SM Heartbreaker, and assessing his injuries. There's not much movement as SM Heartbreaker lays on his back.

The Psycho Supremacy are standing there mocking the crowd, and laughing and patting each other on their backs and chests, like they did something fantastic.

Ten minutes go by, and it looks as though the match is about to be called off. Ash Greaves climbs into the ring with mic in hand, and is about to announce something.

Nero: “No no no, don’t you say a damn word. I don’t want to hear any words outta your mouth, unless you’re going to announce the start of the match. Get out of my ring, and go over there. If he’s quitting, I want him to say it.”...

Nero points at SM Heartbreaker, who still hasn’t moved much, other than refusing to be put on the stretcher, and keeps shaking his head slowly at the doctor.

…”Go on! say it Heartbreaker. Be the coward you know you are, and say you don’t want the match. Say you’re incapable of facing us even though this is what you wanted. Tell everyone here in this shit hole, how much of a hypocrite you are. How you don’t want this anymore. That you’ve changed your mind, because you’re weak”…

Beat.

…”And don’t worry, you can fight Eradicus when you’re ready, and feel better. Although I wouldn’t recommend it, he’s a pretty sick cunt. Sick in the head. Abandoned with daddy issues, and if you say it to his face, he will kill you! Anyways, while you’re lying there, dying like a little pussy, I might as well introduce you, and the rest of the MAWLtiverse to another one of the newest members of The Psycho Supremacy”…

Everyone turns and looks at the mysterious man. He’s dressed in a white leather protective suit, with a white suit jacket. He’s wearing a white round brimmed hat which hides his eyes. He’s holding a simple straight wooden cane with a large red spherical gem on the top of it. But most peculiar of all is his very pale white skin.

…”You may notice that there is someone else that isn’t present. A founding member of The Psycho Supremacy”...

One beat.

“Allow me to re-introduce you to Tides of Time.”...

He motions his hand and points at the mysterious looking man.

 

 

…”Tides of Time now goes by a new name, Mr Time. He’s now our manager, and will be personally handling all matters to do with Eradicus, as he's Mr Time's own flesh and blood. He is always full of wisdom, and now he is in a role where his genius is allowed to shine”...

Nero laughs like a maniac, as SM Heartbreaker sputters, and coughs up blood. Ash Greaves holds the mic to SM Heartbreaker’s mouth as instructed. Waiting for SM Heartbreaker to reply to Nero’s question from earlier on.

SM HEARTBREAKER: “SHUTTTTT THE *MEOW* UP!”...

His chest heaves, breathing ragged.

…”Give it a goddamn bre- argh”...

His words are broken up by groans.

…”I..(beat)...won’t…(beat)...qui- argh”...

He slowly props himself up.

…”Go.. To.. Hell! I won’t quit.”.

 

The camera fades back in, and the 60 second Submission Match is about to begin. There’s the ‘Psycho Supreme’ Nero, Red Ghost, Rufus, and Bloodswan waiting like hyenas in one corner. Their prey SM Heartbreaker is bleeding from the head, clutching his ribs, huddled over like he is praying for his life, and swaying like a branch in a tropical storm. But despite this, he refused to call the match off.

60-SECOND SUBMISSION MATCH

SM HEARTBREAKER VS PSYCHO SUPREMACY

 

DING DING!

0:00

The match begins, and SM Heartbreaker doesn’t move from where he stands, dazed and unfocused, all he can do is wait for more pain to come. Red Ghost strikes first, sprinting across the ring, sliding under the fog of SM’s pain with a violent double leg takedown!

He mounts.

 

ELBOW! FIST! FIST! BACKHAND! ANOTHER ELBOW!

 

0:05

SM’s doesn’t even bother to stop half of the shots that rain down on him. He just sputters blood and saliva out, and some sprays up into Red Ghosts face. 

 

Next Rufus stomps over. Cold. Clinical.

 

0:07

 

He signals for Red Ghost to get off SM, then he lifts SM up, deadlifting deadweight into a fireman’s carry—then he flips him off his shoulders, and drives SM neck-first onto his knee!

USHIGOROSHI!

 

0:16

SM crumples.

But Rufus isn’t done.

 

He drags SM’s limp frame, drapes it back-first over the top rope—arms hanging like laundry.

 

0:18

 

Rufus charges back the other way, and recoils off the far ropes. He runs back toward SM.

BOOOOOOOM!

BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!

 

0:21

 

Rufus’ kick sends SM flips backwards, spilling onto the apron like a sack of meat.

 

Bloodswan slides in and wants a piece of the action.

 

She reaches through the ropes like a spider…

She yanks SM Heartbreaker back in through the middle rope…

SM’s arms hang as his body is suspended out from the ropes.

 

0:27

 

The crowd starts chanting in sync:

“10… 9… 8… 7…”

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

0:31

Bloodswan delivers Vostok Knee after Vostok Knee to SM’s helpless, hanging face.
Every blow rings louder than the last.

“6… 5… 4… 3…”

 

0:35

 

SM’s legs are twitching.

 

“2… 1…”

“BLAAAST OFFFF!!!”

 

0:38

 

SIMON: NERO LEAPS FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! DIVING ELBOW DROP RIGHT INTO SM’S BACK!! SM is crushed. Will he even walk after that?

 

0:42

SM doesn’t move.

 

Red Ghost walks over. He grabs both legs, and drags SM towards the centre of the ring.

 

0:47

Red sits down. 

 

MARCUS: “He has the ‘Ghost Rider’ locked in!”

 

0:52

 

Red Ghost’s Boston Crab finisher is applied, and SM is still motionless.

 

SM doesn’t scream.
He doesn’t tap.
He doesn’t fight.

 

He’s out.

 

The referee throws her hands up, waving frantically.

 

DING DING DING!

 

Psycho Supremacy win by Submission at 55 seconds!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, PSYCHO SUPREMACY!

 

The Psycho Supremacy stand tall in the ring, celebrating their quick destruction of SM Heartbreaker in the 4-on-1, 60-second submission match. SM is still down on the mat, clutching his ribs as medics and staff check on him. Nero barks at the camera to “get outta my face” while Rufus and Red Ghost stand like walls, and Bloodswan paces with her arms crossed.

 

 

“Killer Queen” hits the PA, and the arena pops with a mix of boos and some scattered cheers. Jassy struts out onto the stage with Morgan Maverick and Lucenza Rossi, Trios Championships over their shoulders. The three of them stop at the top of the ramp, smirking down at the ring.

 

 

JASSY: Wow. Congratulations!!! Big win for Psycho Supremacy. Everyone give them a big round of applause… and wow, Nero, you deserve an Oscar for that little speech you just gave.

 

She fake-wipes a tear from her eye, bottom lip trembling in mock emotion. The crowd “ooohs” and laughs. Nero’s face twitches—he takes a step toward the ropes, visibly pissed.

 

JASSY: Whoa, whoa, steady there babe. Hear me out. Look, I already congratulated you, don’t get mad at me for trying to do something nice.

 

She turns to the crowd, spreading her arms wide.

JASSY: Guys—come on! clap, clap, clap—give them some applause won’t ya!

 

Some of the crowd clap reluctantly, others boo. A few fans sarcastically cheer.

 

JASSY: See? Everyone loves you! That’s all I’m here to do. Show everyone the real Psycho Supremacy. The loveable group. 

 

Jassy tilts her head toward the audience again.

JASSY: I mean Oh My God! They look amazing too, don’t they? New sheen ring gear. Fancy leather, fresh white coat of paint, and popping red contrast. 

 

Some fans cheer and nod; Jassy smiles sweetly—but her tone shifts to sly sarcasm.

JASSY: I mean, I did it first… but wow, you’re still killing it.

 

On the screen, a video replays the moment at Baptized in Blood where Jassy debuted her white leather ring gear—almost identical to what Psycho Supremacy are wearing. Jassy twirls at the top of the stage as the footage rolls.

 

JASSY: Speaking of killing it… do you like my top?

 

She turns, showing the words “PSYCHO KILLER” across her chest—a not-so-subtle dig at her “killing” her old faction.

 

JASSY: Fitting, don’t you think? Very flattering… very giving mmm sexy. It’s giving sexy, and deadly.

 

Nero slaps the top turnbuckle hard, glaring up the ramp. He steps one leg through the ropes, ready to storm out toward her.

 

MORGAN: Gurrrrrrrl! Look at you. Oh my god—Nero cannot even control himself. He wants you so bad.

 

The crowd pops with laughter and a mix of cheers/boos. Nero snarls back something inaudible, pointing up the ramp at Jassy. Red Ghost holds him back, and Nero wants to ignore him, and just rush up to beat the crap out of all three women on the stage. Jassy smirks, Lucenza mock-fans herself.

JASSY: Speaking of uncontrolling bahaviour…I saw your boy Eradicus backstage just before I came out here. Is that my replacement? ’Cause babe… if that’s who you swapped me out for, then… cute choice. Real cute.

 

She makes a mock pout, then smirks.

 

JASSY: He was screaming at crew, knocking over tables, throwing chairs—big no-no, honey. Management ain’t gonna like that. I remember him when I was a kid. He used to be so nice and composed, but they turned him into a monster. Booo! And now you’re taking advantage of him. Tides, oh I mean Mr Time should be ashamed of himself using him like a weapon for your own nerfarious deeds. Honestly? They should just lock his ass up for attacking poor Tony the Timekeeper. Yes, Tony—my sweet little Tony. He never hurt a soul.

 

Crowd gives a small cheer for Tony even though the crowd is unaware that Tony is not the timekeepers real name. Some boo at Jassy’s sarcasm.

 

JASSY: But hey—at least he made it all worth it, by attacking someone deserving of his pent up fury. Good boy I say. He made easy pickings of the pick me king himself. Look at him, down there barely moving—crying like a little baby. 

 

Jassy pouty faces at SM in the ring like she’s being cute. Medics still tend to him.

JASSY: Awww… my poor SM HoBo gotta boo boo. Owwies. Don’t worry sweetie. Me and you are going to have a real fight. Show the MAWL universe how a real pro gets down.

Jassy, Morgan and Lucenza pretend to throw hands, but do a bad impression of shadow boxing.

 

JASSY: Just bring Mr Big Suprise okay, and not Mr. Big… Disappointment.

 

Nero finally snatches a mic out of Bloodswan’s hand, his face red with rage.

 

NERO: Jassy—cut the crap. You think you’re cute, you think you’re clever…

I’m coming after you. I’m gonna knock that smart-ass attitude right off your face. Now fuck off because you’re over standed your welcome, and I’m getting sick of looking at your face!

CROWD: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Crowd explodes — some cheering for a fight, others booing Nero. In response, Jassy, Morgan, and Lucenza quickly start walking toward the back.

JASSY: Awww… look at you. All mad. Baby, I’ll be ready for you any day of the week. But we have a real important meeting now, so bye now. Toodles!

 

She blows a kiss back at him before disappearing through the curtain, leaving Psycho Supremacy seething in the ring while SM is helped to the back on a stretcher.

 

Kendra: Morgan and Lucenza are in a match coming up, but they have that meeting, so we do have a great rematch in the interim.

 

DX ROYAL VS SLANG DANG

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: One fall!

 

 

The lights go red and a fireshow happens at the entrance. DX Royal steps out from the flames, a beautiful woman on each arm.

 

 

Ash: First! From Delhi, India, weighing in at 264 pounds, DX Royal! 

 

 

Slang walks out of the gate hyping up the crowd, he taps the left wrist with his right hand.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From the Doghouse, weighing in at 195 pounds, SLANG DANG!

 

When he is done, he points to the ring and smirks, and an “X” pyro explode from turnbuckle to turnbuckle. He walks to the ring clapping the hands to his fans. 

 

Kendra: Slang got Royal last time with that Dang-a-Slang Slam, let's see if he can make this a habit.

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Slang taking a run, DX ducks him, Slang back around the bend and bicycle kick by DX!

 

Kendra: I never got why they keep running if they're evaded, you're clearly running into a trap. 

 

Simon: Honestly that's a fair question, and if Slang thought like you he might not be in this situation. Scoop slam by DX to return Slang to the ground. Getting Slang up again and going for the Samoan Drop...DX brings Dang to the ground!! Going for the cover-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

DX Royal wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, DX ROYAL!

 

Marcus: DX Royal wasted no time and kept the pressure running, and Slang I think is still trying to wait for the bell to start the match.

 

Simon: This is going to serve DX well if he can keep this speed in the Beat the Clock event at the Boom. Champion Ishani had this to say about the event which will see these two squaring off again in a triple threat where time is the third in the ring.

 

 

Ishani: When I was told that as the inaugural champion that I could have a say in who can come for my belt, that didn't sit right with me. I hear your complaints that I was a last minute entry, no one could prepare for me, so I had an unfair edge, and you know what? I can't entirely disagree. I didn't think I'd be sitting in this chair any more than you all did.

 

So aside from the fact that I don't think a champion should get to choose their prey, I want to even the playing field.

 

I want to have NO idea who I am up against. I want to go in there the way my opponent did, not knowing who's going to walk in that door. 

 

So, in the spirit of this title being time themed, a little fun for you all. Beat the Clock Challenge. Fastest to get it done gets a shot at me that night.

 

Some might find this a bit cocky of me, that I think oh I can beat anyone so it doesn't matter. That's fine. Think of me what you want. If you don't have some degree of confidence you can win then don't show up to the ring. As for me, I will show that I can hang with no preparation as smoothly as I can being in the know. 

 

Boom, baby. Boom.

 

 

Kendra: It is cocky to just decide to create a tournament, but when you hold the top belt you could be a little cocky. Also, dumb. Beat the Clock means they got it done fast, so they've got that taste for blood and it likely won't be satiated in the short time the winning contestant finishes.

 

 

Simon: You're not wrong. If you're going to set up a same-day contender situation, you're better suited setting up something like a Rumble or an Iron Man situation, something that'll really take it out of you.

 

Kendra: Seems like ZLI is out of their meeting, so we can go to our next match.

 

 

Marcus: (flatly) Oh joy.

 

SURVIVOR SERIES TAG

ZORA LUTHOR INTERNATIONAL (LUCENZA, MAVERICK, KALPANA, IMOGEN, AMAZON) VS GUINEVERE, CHANTY, NOR PHOENIX DIANA, AND WARPDRIVE

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a Survivor Series Elimination Tag Match! 

 

 

A sunset shows on the titantron, and crossfades into a Pirate's Ship Wheel. The ramp image resembles a plank as Chanty walks out, sword at her hilt.

 

 

Chanty draws her sword with a flourish and rainbow fireworks shoot up to a loud crowd pop. 

 

Ash: FIRST! From Saint-Malo, Brittany, France, the Rainbow Raider, CHANTY!

 

Simon: She'd had it with Zora Luthor and decided to take to the High Seas. I can't say I blame her. And now she's going to lead a ragtag crew against her former company.

 

Ash: And her partners-

 

 

The lights go Orange and White and a Flame in the design of a Phoenix erupts from the doorway onto the stage. Through the fire walks Guinevere.

 

 

Ash: From Grabtown, North Carolina, The Firebird Guinevere!

 

Guinevere walks down with a brisk determination, high fiving some people along the way.

 

Simon: Guinevere has had issues with Morgan Maverick since she came in on a cross-brand rumble, and it seems she just can't shake her.

 

Kendra: She had a chance to join her and the rest of ZLI, and it was dumb of her not to take it.

 

Marcus: Some people are best as their own bosses. 

 

 

Nor Phoenix Diana runs out to a huge pop.

 

 

Ash: From Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, NOR PHOENIX DIANA!

 

Nor flips into the ring.

 

Marcus: She's the first ever Hijabi Pro Wrestler, and she's a huge inspiration everywhere. And just the nicest person. 

 

 

The guitars fizz in as the drums signal a countdown on the titan tron. The lights get more and more fast paced in their flashing as the countdown gets closer to 0, culminating in the main guitar riff kicking in at which point Hyperspeed Halley Comet and Nitro Nova Cinder explode onto the stage.

 

 

Ash: AND! The tag team of Hyperspeed Halley Comet and Nitro Nova Cinder, WARPDRIVE!

 

Simon: EM He has made no bones about wanting to make an impact on Cinder, but it seems that so far she's not gone there or that Cinder has rebuffed her.

 

 

Fog fills the entire arena with searchlights flashing throughout. At each bass/drum thump a "building" erects around the entrance. As the synth gets a bit more frenetic, lights flash in a random and multi-colored pattern in the buildings, with ticker tape graphics snaking around the runners.

 

As the lyrics kick in, a stretch limo with "ZLI" pulls onto the stage. Out come the competitors for this match - 

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! Representing Zora Luthor International, Deep Space 10 Kalpana, Reflection of Perfection Imogen, Amazon Pryme, Philly Phortune Morgan Maverick, and Lucenza Rossi!!

 

ZLI crowds the ring as the audience boos. They eventually coalesce at their corner.

 

Kendra: Two thirds of the trios champs in this match and it's going to get brutal. 

 

The bell rings with Kalpana and Nova Cinder starting!

 

Simon: Nova blasts Kalpana with a running knee smash right from jump! And a quick jab to follow up. Nova loads back, charging with a running splash KALPANA CATCHES HER AND SPINS HER INTO TOMBSTONE POSITION HERE COMES THE FLIP!! NEPAL BEARER!!! Going for an early elimination - 

 

1!

2!

 

Marcus: Halley with the save! Now that's what I call teamwork!

 

Kendra: Yeah yeah. Well done I guess.

 

Simon: Nova able to use the separation to get towards the ropes, springboards to the middle and dropkick to Kalpana, keeping the momentum going and running to the ropes, coming back with an elbow drop!

 

Kendra: Looks at this doofus taking her eyes off the ball though, trying to pump up the crowd and taking a chop block. Paying the stupid tax. 

 

Marcus: Yes but she recovers deftly jumps up from the ground and into a Poison Rana! She's going for the pin-NO! Kalpana reverses it but Nova is able to kick out and Kalpana takes a run back, inverted Canadian Destroyer to Nova and going for the pin again! 

 

1!

 

Simon: Nova gets the shoulder up and puts an end to this attempt. Both Nova and Kalpana tagging out now, here come Guinevere and Imogen and Guinevere springboards into the ring with the Wings of Fire!! Shooting Star from Jump and pun very much intended! Looking to take Imogen out of the picture but Imogen gets her foot on the ropes. Guinevere rolls back to her corner, ohhh she's tuning up the band...FLAMING KICK!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Imogen is eliminated by Guinevere!

 

Marcus: Guinevere not even giving ZLI a chance to choose and she drags Morgan Maverick into the ring. Gotta love the power move there.

 

Kendra: Oh so you love women's choices being taken away.

 

Marcus: I-what-no.

 

Morgan Maverick enters the match.

 

Simon: Guinevere picking Morgan right up and Alabama Slam!! Wasting no time and pulling Morgan up into a ripcord lariat! Morgan tags Kalpana back in and Kalpana hits Guinevere with an eye rake. Guin staggers back, but gets to her corner and in comes Nor! Nor charges Kalpana and catches her with a front dropkick! Kalpana knocked back to the ropes, Nor charging and back body flip by Kalpana! Sends Nor to the floor! 

 

Marcus: Nor doesn't stay out there long, onto the apron and springboards in and parlays that into a fisherman suplex on Kalpana!!! I don't know how she connected that but it was a thing of beauty! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kalpana is eliminated by Nor Phoenix Diana!

 

Kendra: Get it together ZLI! You're supposed to be the dominant team!

 

Lucenza Rossi enters the match.

 

Marcus: Rossi enters right into the Fisherman!! Nor going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Amazon with the save. Finally someone on the team knows what to do. 

 

Simon: And Nor switching up the move, going for that spinning headlock elbow drop! Lucenza with the hot tag to Morgan!! And Morgan blasts Nor with a running back elbow. Nor pushes back with a quick jab and going for a second MORGAN GRABS HER ARM AND ABSOLUTELY MOLLWHOPS HER WITH THAT RIPCORD LARIAT! Morgan with a deadlift Powerbomb!

 

Kendra: This is why she consistently sits atop Power Rankings - she is an absolute devastator in the ring. Morgan going for the Phire in the Hole NO NOR SLIPS BEHIND HER AND HITS THAT INVERTED HEADLOCK BACKBREAKER! Morgan rolls to her corner and tag into Amazon Pryme, Amazon launches Nor with that running shoulder tackle! 

 

Simon: Amazon is an absolute monster in the ring if you're not careful, Amazon picking up for a powerbomb HEADSCISSORS BY PHOENIX! Amazon up to her feet quickly and boots Nor down again, now just stomping her out. It's absolute aggression in there.

 

Kendra: ZLI were smart to save Amazon for a bit, keep her fresh. 

 

Marcus: Maybe so but Nor Phoenix Diana is more than holding her own in there as she hits a dragon leg screw and neutralizes Pryme for the moment. Gives her the fresh air she needs to tag and Guinevere is back in action! Guinevere locks in the STF Chokehold-Amazon struggling a bit but able to get a hand on a rope. 

 

Simon: Guinevere releases the hold, tags Nova back in and Amazon tags Morgan back in. Nova hits a solid running dropkick! Morgan quickly to her feet, ducks the next dropkick and whips Nova into her corner, tag to Rossi and stereo stomp out! Nova tries to kick Rossi away but Rossi catches the foot into an Alley Oop!

 

Kendra: People sleep on Lucenza Rossi but that's a huge mistake. She pulls Nova out of the corner and UP INTO THE CRUCIFIX BOMB POSITION...LIFTING HER UP...ROSS CROSS!! NOVA IS TOAST!

 

1!

 

Kendra: Wait! Her foot is on the rope! But how, her team is all over-

 

 

Kendra: Elisa Mae?? 

 

Simon: She did say she had designs on Leila's family. So this could be the start of a plan. 

 

Marcus: I'm sure there's some sort of devious catch. But, Nova is able to use the distraction to get a headlock on Lucenza and DDT! Nova looking to go for a tag BACKSTABBER BY ROSSI!!

 

Kendra: Yep! Rolls her over into a Camel Clutch. Nova's just been Double Rossed and she can't hold on. She taps. 

 

Marcus: Four teammates and none come to help her. It's crazy.

 

Nova Cinder is eliminated by Lucenza Rossi!

 

Simon: Nova looks irritated and she's not sticking around. 

 

Chanty enters the match.

 

Marcus: And now we finally see what Chantarelle away from ZLI looks like. I'm actually a bit excited, Rossi looking to enter from the top MORGAN SHAKES THE ROPE! Rossi up to meet Chanty and Avalanche Book End! It's a Pocketbook. This doesn't bode well. Going for the pin but Halley with the save. Chanty given a chance to roll back, loads herself back a little further, Shining WI-ZARD!!! She calls that the Rainbow Connection! Going for the coverup-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Lucenza Rossi is eliminated by Chanty!

 

Simon: It was a rough start but Chanty seems to have found her sea legs. 

 

Amazon Pryme enters the match.

 

Kendra: Amazon not even waiting for Chanty to get up from the pin, picks her up into a back suplex! Face rake with the boot, Chanty used to do these things and now she's on the other side of em. Chanty trying for the dragon screw OOOH PRYME KICKS HER IN THE FACE WITH THE OTHER FOOT. That's body intelligence for ya.

 

Marcus: That riled her up something fierce and she picks Amazon up from the knees, Caveman Carry into a White Noise! Taking a little run and a fist drop, and a kick to the stomach of Amazon!! Tagging Guinevere back in, Guinevere springs to action with an elbow drop! Drop toe hold by Amazon to give herself some time. 

 

Simon: Clearly not enough though, as Guinevere hits her with a running jumping knee. Amazon rakes the eyes as she gets up; Guinevere answers with a huge spinebuster and goes for the pin- 

 

1!

 

Kendra: Amazon gets her shoulder up. That's how we do here. Guinevere to her feet and Amazon rises with a devastating Celtic War Sword! Guin starting to stagger and a rock solid punch combo to her gut by Amazon. Front slam by Pryme and the pin attempt - not even a 1 count. HALLEY TAGGED IN!

 

Simon: Halley with a brutal running dropkick to Amazon! Amazon pushed back towards her corner, Morgan tags herself in, and running back elbow. Whipping Halley into the corner, quick tag back to Amazon and a double chokeslam!! Halley back to her feet with a drop toe on Amazon, not too powerful but good to create distance. Amazon tags Morgan back in, Morgan using those long legs to get a mid kick in. 

 

Kendra: This is one reason ZLI is just so much better. There's team integration, quick tags, they actually have each others' backs.

 

Marcus: Not so fast though - Halley rolling back - springing up to the bottom rope, to the middle rope, High Angle Tornado Bulldog! We just took a trip to the Observatory!! Going for a pin-Amazon breaks it up! Halley undeterred, off the ropes - ROLLING THUNDER! Trying to keep it going and back around, a splash - OH! MORGAN CATCHES HIM!

 

Kendra: She tried to do too much. And a Guerilla Press is the result. Play stupid games. And Reverse Chokeslam!! She just dunks her! Getting Halley up into a Crucifix, lifting all the way up, FACEBUSTER! PHILADELPHIA EAGLE!! Going for the cover-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Hyperspeed Halley Comet is eliminated by Morgan Maverick!

 

Simon: As you sadly were saying, it does seem that ZLI has a much better handle on protecting each other than their opponents. 

 

Guinevere enters the match.

 

Kendra: Yep. Amazon tags in and gets Morgan out of the match, Amazon charges and Football Tackles Guinevere into the corner! Amazon loads back, going for another shoulder block but Guinevere jumps out of the way and Amazon hits the post! PHOENIX DDT! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Amazon Pryme is eliminated by Guinevere!

 

Simon: Only one remains for Zora Luthor, can Morgan hold back the tide?

 

Morgan Maverick enters the match.

 

Simon: Morgan with a quick punch to Guinevere and wraps her into the PM SQUARED!! Locked in that Million Dollar Dream! Guinevere taps out!!

 

Guinevere is eliminated by Morgan Maverick!

 

Kendra: Again, why she is one of the highest ranked people in MAWL. She is a considerable force. 

 

Nor Phoenix Diana enters the match.

 

Marcus: Nor hits a quick punch and Morgan takes her fist, pulls her up into a side backbreaker! Nor rolls away and just evades Morgan's stomp, tag back to Chanty, Chanty in with a jumping sling blade! 

 

Simon: Morgan quick to her feet and back suplex. Can't keep her down. But that's not going to stop Chanty trying, back somersault and to her feet, waiting for Morgan to get up, and Blasts her with the Rainbow Raid!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Morgan Maverick is eliminated by Chanty!! Team Chanty wins!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, The Rainbow Raider Chanty and Nor Phoenix Diana!!

 

Marcus: I guess you can keep her down after all. 

 

Kendra: Well, whatever. Let's just get on to the last match. 

 

INFERNO TITLE MATCH

NO CHAMPION'S ADVANTAGE

VAIN PLATO VS MANTA RAY

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Ash: And it is for the Inferno Title!

 

 

Blue light swaths the arena as the music plays. Manta Ray jumps out onto the stage with blue fireworks.

 

 

Ash: FIRST! From Las Profundidas del Mar, weighing in at 195 pounds, MANTA RAY!!

 

Manta still high fives some people, but is clearly determined and frustrated as he walks to the ring.

 

Simon: Manta is on the hunt, and this is the angriest I think I've ever seen him.

 

 

Vain Plato walks to the stage with a montage played on the Platotron5000 of Plato’s most beautiful posing moments.

 

 

 Plato turns his back to the crowd, the arena goes dark and a spotlight appears over him. Plato starts to muscle pose whilst holographic roses appear on the walls. Plato then walks to the ring and the lights turn back on and Plato stands in the center of the ring and begins to gyrate and blows a kiss at the camera.

 

Ash: And the champion! From Rome, Italy and currently living in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 260 pounds, The Beautiful One, the Vainest of the Vain, The Inferno Champion, VAIN PLATO!!

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: No champion's advantage means if Vain gets disqualified or counted out, he will lose the belt. 

 

Kendra: I still think that this is a gross miscarriage of justice given that Vain really did win the title fairly. Vain blasts Manta with a superkick right from jump and goes for a pin-Manta easily kicks. Vain picks Manta up, spinebuster to Manta. Vain locks up Manta in a sharpshooter, Manta is having a hard way to go, trying to get to the ropes and Vain pulls him to the center! Easy way to shut up the haters finally. 

 

Marcus: No, come on, I believe in you Manta Ray!

 

Kendra: Oh grow up.

 

Simon: Manta switching up his technique and pushing his body in the other direction for a roll-up pin!

 

1!

 

Marcus: Beautifully played! Even if Vain kicks, at least he saved himself. Manta comes off the ropes, Vain gets him with a back body NO MANTA LANDS ON HIS FEET AND SPINNING WHEEL KICK VAIN DUCKS AND GOING FOR ANOTHER SUPERKICK, MANTA WITH A BASEMENT SPIN KICK! TAKING VAIN PLATO TO THE GROUND AND NOW OFF THE ROPES SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

 

1!

 

Simon: Vain kicks again, Manta trying not to lose his patience, coming off the ropes and going for a cross body but Vain catches him and Powerslam!

 

Kendra: The Beautiful One is 6 foot 4 of muscle and sex appeal, and Manta is in way over his head. Vain pulling Manta up by his mask now.

 

Marcus: See that's just disrespectful. 

 

Kendra: That's the industry babe. 

 

Simon: And the head going between the legs, looks like we're getting a Piledriver situation MANTA BACK BODY DROPS VAIN PLATO!! 

 

The crowd pops loud.

 

Marcus: That was INSANE. 

 

Simon: You can see that Manta is feeling it a bit, and he's trying to catch his breath which I respect but also could give a little too much time for Vain to get to his feet. Manta would be well-served to not try to go to the top and start on the ground game, sure enough Rolling Thunder and he hits an elbow drop on Vain, going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Kendra: He's not getting past that one count. Vain is almost reflexively popping up. Vain has the mask again and grabs Manta by the head, he's got him in an Iron Claw! HE JUST TOSSES MANTA BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! WHAT POWER! WHAT RESILIENCE!

 

Marcus: Keep it in your pants Kendra.

 

Simon: Manta bounces off the turnbuckle and right into the waiting arms of Vain, Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker!! Going for a pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Marcus: Manta up at 2, showing that heart that we all love him for.

 

Kendra: He's just delaying the inevitable.

 

Simon: Vain keeps on top of Manta, scoops him up and Jackhammer!! Going for the pin again -

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: MANTA GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! HOW?! 

 

Simon: I don't know but Vain is starting to turn a different shade of red, frustration definitely setting in. Vain Plato stomping out Manta and tossing him out of the ring! Vain up to the top and going for the Shooting Star! OOOOH MANTA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Marcus: They're both pretty flattened, come on Manta get up!

 

4!

5!

6!

 

Kendra: He better not have hurt that beautiful face of his.

 

7!

8!

 

Marcus: If neither person gets in, does the title just get vacated? 

 

Simon: Good question, and actually I think so, yeah. Manta and Vain are stirring. 

 

9!

 

Marcus: MANTA MAKES IT IN THE RING!

 

10!!

 

Manta Ray wins by Countout!

 

 

Ash: Here is your WINNER - and NEWWWW INFERNO CHAMPION - MANTA RAY!!

 

Marcus: What a high to go out on before my new journey to GHW's leading voice.

 

Kendra: A countout hardly seems like main event material, but sure, rob a champ. 

 

Marcus: Ah, your grapes are just sour. 

 

Kendra: (flatly) I'll miss you.

 

Simon: We want to thank Marcus Donovan for his incredible time here filling in at the booth, you're gonna do awesomely at GHW International, and a major congratulations to Manta Ray for getting his belt back. We'll be back next week with Arvin Wallace-Jones back in seat 3, the fallout of a new champion, and the clock ticking its way to THE BOOM! I'm Simon Apple here with Kendra Mavis and Marcus Donovan, thanks for tuning in and we will see you next week here at MAWL MADNESS!

 

 

The air still hums with adrenaline. The newly regained tag team title belts are slung over the shoulders of Davy Boy and Sombras.

 

 

A flickering locker room TV — duct-taped remote dangling off it — blares quietly in the background. Static. Then: the unmistakable swampy glitch of WREK-TV.

 

 

SOMBRAS (glancing over):

“…Wait. Turn that up.”

 

DAVY BOY (half-laughing, stretching his neck):

“Man, if this is another weird WREK detergent ad, I swear—”

 

The screen clears. There she is. Tragedeigh. Static swamp queen. The Gen Z Dramaturge draped in moss, half-mask cracked, voice syrupy and smug. They both go silent.

 

 

The screen clears. There she is. Tragedeigh. Static swamp queen. The Gen Z Dramaturge draped in moss, half-mask cracked, voice syrupy and smug. They both go silent.

 

Tragedeigh:

“Well well well… look who finally nailed Act Three.”

 

SOMBRAS (low whistle):

“She’s been watching…”

 

DAVY BOY (snorts):

“No kidding. Creepy little theater goblin’s always watching. That her stage now? Swamp Broadway?”

 

They listen. As Tragedeigh praises them — begrudgingly, with theatrical flair — both men instinctively straighten up a bit.

 

Tragedeigh:

“You didn’t just win… you commanded.”

 

SOMBRAS (smirking):

“She ain’t wrong.”

 

DAVY BOY (mock bowing to the TV):

“Gracias, Tragedeigh. So nice of you to acknowledge excellence.”

 

But then the tone shifts. Her eerie whisper cuts through:

 

Tragedeigh:

“But darling… you know what’s even more impressive than gold?

Being featured. Being chosen. Being cursed enough to get your face glitched across the multiverse courtesy of WREK… TV.”

 

SOMBRAS (dry):

“There it is.”

 

DAVY BOY (scoffs):

“Ahh, there’s the swamp salt. Couldn’t just let us have the moment. Gotta remind us she’s got the big red recording light and a creepy chair in the muck.”

 

SOMBRAS:

“She thinks we ain’t got the reach. That we’re just champions, not… featured.”

 

DAVY BOY (grinning wide):

“Then I guess it’s time we take the show on the road.”

 

Tragedeigh finishes her monologue. The last stage bell tolls. Feed dies. Silence in the locker room.

 

SOMBRAS (quietly, still watching the screen):

“You know… if she wants an encore... maybe it’s time we rewrite the script.”

 

DAVY BOY:

“Rewrite? Brother, I say we burn the stage and build our own theater. One where we write the roles and the spotlight follows us.”

 

SOMBRAS:

“WREK-TV, huh?”

 

DAVY BOY:

“Hope they got reception in the swamp… 'cause the stars are coming.”

 

They bump fists, the tag titles gleaming under the buzzing fluorescent lights. And off in the corner, the TV glitches again—briefly, almost unnoticed—a flicker of green and theater curtain... before going completely black.