MAY 5, 2025
SLAUGHTER BEACH, DE

 SLAUGHTERHOUSE-6 ARENA

 

 

Fireworks go off in the arena as Jacob Lizotte "Madness" plays and the crowd absolutely goes wild. 

 

 

Colin: WELCOME! WELCOME! WELCOME! To MAWL Madness!! I am Colin McRae, and I am here with my compatriots Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones and we are here at Slaughter Beach celebrating Cinco de Mayo!

 

 

Kendra: It's a town perfectly named for such chaos and destruction that MAWL is proud to bring to you week in and week out, and we have every intention of living up to that destructive name.

 

 

Arvin: Last week left a lot of questions and hopefully today we're gonna get some answers. What's going to come of the pre-emption of not one but two matches? What's going to happen with Jassy and Zora Luthor? And also, why the hell are we in Slaughter Beach? It's not even Dover. Like, who's a big deal here?

 

Colin: I can think of one person but-

 

 

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

 

Arvin: Oh no. 

 

Kendra: Almost say his name and he appears.

 

The main riff comes in lightning bolts erupt around the arena. A blonde man comes running out, and throws the horns to the left of the crowd, igniting a brief pillar of flame. He runs to the right of the stage and gives the horns to that side of the crowd, igniting a brief pillar of flame.

 

 

He comes charging down the ramp, high fiving anyone he can. He runs around the ring and all the way back to the other side of the ramp continuing this high five. Back in the center of the ramp he lets out a hell yeah scream and sprints full force to the ring, springboarding himself and flipping over the apron, throwing a final set of horns. The crowd has reached full standing O by this point. Steve has a microphone in hand.

 

Steve: SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHTER BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEACH! 

 

The crowd loses it.

 

Steve: Ho-LY shit it is good to be back home.

 

The crowd eats it up and starts chanting "Welcome Home." Steve wipes a genuine tear from his eye.

 

Steve: Oh my God, thank you. Y'all are gonna make my lightning run. Stop. When I heard that y'all were coming to Slaughter Beach, I knew I absolutely had to be here to see what kinda craziness befalls my beautiful hometown. And can I say, y'all got an upgrade. New logo, new music, new ring, not bad MAWL, not bad. So here's what I'm thinkin'. I'm thinkin' I got myself loaded up on a Berry Marg and some crazy good Birria Tacos from Big Oyster and I'm ready to see some ACTION! Y'all ready to see some action?!

 

The crowd pops big.

 

Steve: BAD. ASS. So what I'm gonna do is, I'm gonna hang with y'all tonight, talk shop and watch some fights down with my dudes Colin, Kendra, and Arvin, and we're gonna have a good time. Slaughter Beach say Hell Yeah!

 

The crowd yells "Hell Yeah!" Thunder comes down to the booth and puts on a headset. 

 

Colin: Steve, welcome back.

 

Steve: Good to be here with y'all. I am loving the new ring. Very Temple of Doom.

 

Kendra: Thanks! So we gotta get into something from jump. SM Heartbreaker has made several callouts to you now. Any response?

 

Steve: Ah, Heartbreaker. Man's got a face for radio and a voice for the Sunday Funnies. Look, I've seen a ton of these guys with more bluster than build. I'm not too worried. So what's on the docket, Rocket?

 

 

Kendra: Seems like we're about to find out.

 

Leila Blake enters to mixed reaction.

 

 

Leila: Hello Slaughter Beach!! And hello Steve! I wanted to come out to address some of what went down last week. There are two things in particular that need rectification related to matches that never had a chance to happen and so we're going to do so right here and now.

 

Steve: Never a dull moment here.

 

Leila: First of all, the attack by La Sangre Maldita on Spirit Crusher. Spirit Crusher will remain the number 1 contenders for the tag title match at Mayday. However, the champions will have defend their titles tonight against the winners of a tag team Gauntlet! Whoever leaves the champions tonight will face Spirit Crusher at Mayday!

 

Arvin: La Sangre could lose their belts and then have to wait in line to get them back! And we have no idea who's in this gauntlet, so La Sangre doesn't even have a chance to plan! What an injustice!

 

Colin: Then they shouldn't have attacked Spirit Crusher last week.

 

Leila: And the second issue is going to be resolved right here and now. Kid Kross and Ragnarrr were supposed to fight for a shot at Gozu, but Gozu wrecked them both before it even had a chance to occur and gave Goldberg a concussion in the cell match.

 

Arvin: And don't forget he stole my mask!

 

Kendra: You're still complaining about that?

 

Leila: So since we did not learn between Kross and Ragnarrr were going to fight Gozu, now he has to fight them both. It's a triple threat match and it's happening right now!

 

GOZU VS RAGNARRR VS KID KROSS

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following is a triple threat contest and it is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The lights in the arena go black as the sound of wind whipping through can be faintly heard. Abruptly, a guitar chord kicks in from the opening of Archenemy - Handshake with Hell as dim red light fills every corner of the arena. Thick fog billows out from the entryway as the music swells, fire erupting at the edges of the stage. Gozu strides out through the fog, his figure silhouetted by lighting from behind him.

 

 

Ash: First! From Parts Unknown and weighing 320 pounds, GOZU!

 

Gozu takes his time stalking toward the ring one pace at a time, and upon reaching the ring, he walks up the steps and up onto the apron. Fog seeping out from under the ring as he reaches it. Gozu pushes down the top rope and steps over it to enter and takes a few measured paces before sprinting to the far ring corner.

 

Gozu grabs the turnbuckle as the music reaches a fever pitch and slams his head down into the turnbuckle cover several times. Each impact sending a pillar of pyro firing out of the ring posts. Gozu turns and drops into a crouching position in the same corner as the music fades out and the venue lights come back up.

 

The lights suddenly cut out for a brief moment and explode and strobe to the heavy riff of Soundgarden’s Outshined. 

 

 

The crowd is on their feet in support of the Kid they identify with. The Hometown Hero and the Kross town Rival. Twisted Kid Kross.

 

 

Ash: Ladies and gentlemen, from the depths of despair and depravity of Sunnyvale Trailer Park, in Sunnyvale Nova Scotia Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, your hometown hero and their cross town rival, the winner of the Honeycomb Match, Twisted Kiiiiiddddd Kross!!  

 

Kid Kross saunters down to the ring with his flashy blue and green vest with a facial depiction of “the green bastard”, a local Sunnyvale wrestler. He has his aviators on carrying a hockey stick over his shoulder. His long hair flowing behind him. Kid Kross kneels down In the ring with his arms out to the side as the music hits the chorus “ Show me the power child I’d like to say, that I’m down on my knees today”. He pops back up when the lyrics say “it gives the butterflies, gives me away until I’m up on my feet again”. He climbs to the second rope and raises his stick in unison with “OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED!”

 

Ash: Kid Kross! the one we’ve all been waiting for! 

 

Kid Kross stares intently at the crowd. Ready to prove himself to his fans and the rest of the wrestling world. 

 

 

Ragnarrrr enters the arena driving a fancy vintage car Ragnarrrr is wearing a fancy cowboy leather attire decorated with tassels. On Ragnarrrr's side walks a very attractive diva Lights start to flicker all across the arena as Ragnarrrr gets in the ring. 

 

 

Ash: And! From 9ja, weighing in at 176 pounds, RAGNARRR!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Kid Kross hits Gozu with a dropkick to start. Gozu stutters back but throws Kross out of the ring and Kyouki Driver to Ragnarrr!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Gozu wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Gozu!

 

Arvin: Looks like we're gonna have to wait a little longer for Kid Kross.

 

Kendra: Gozu goes for the quick win.

 

Steve: I don't blame him. One on ones you can really do some damage but doing triple threats you gotta get in and out as quick as possible because otherwise it's a two front war, especially if you're the primary target. And he don't seem like a dude who cares what the fans think of the match.

 

Arvin: He's just running from me. I can sense it.

 

Colin: Somehow I don't think that's the case.

 

Arvin: He knows what he did.

 

Steve: My dude, don't take this the wrong way...smokeshow you are, a threat you are not. Especially not to Gozu.

 

Kendra: The man caused Goldberg to get a concussion just from landing on you. 

 

Arvin: I mean come on, Goldberg gives himself a concussion when he facepalms. That doesn't mean anything.

 

Colin: Isn't he fighting next? I'd watch what I say.

 

Kendra: Also Gozu hasn't left the ring area yet and he's heading over this way oh he has Arvin and Arvin gets sky high chokeslammed through the Spanish Announcer's Table...no the Spanish Announcer's table is fine, they're giving us a thumbs up, I think that was the Flemish announcers' table!

 

Steve: When did y'all get a Flemish team?

 

Colin: We're big in Belgium. I can't explain it.

 

Steve: Well, to our Flemish fans let me be the first to say Een zemelengraan at je oudoom. 

 

Kendra: You would indeed be the first to say that. 

 

 

Goldberg storms onto the entrance way and growls on the stage, calling up fireworks on either side of him with a roar. 

 

 

Goldberg storms down the ramp. 

 

Colin: And we're about to find out who Goldberg's opponent is.

 

Kendra: All I see on the rap sheet is that they wanted to give him an easier opponent today to keep him on his feet.

 

GOLDBERG VS ??

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, from Oklahoma, weighing in at 284 pounds, GOLDBERG!

 

Colin: And now we get to see who's Goldberg's opponent is.

 

Steve: Ooh. I love a good surprise.

 

 

Steve: Oh that's amazing. This is truly fantastic.

 

Capybara pops up onto the entrance stage. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Bang Phra, Thailand, weighing in at 201 pounds, CAPYBARA!

 

Capybara bounces up and down the ramp to the delight of the fans - maybe not so much the hardcore fans.

 

Kendra: Okay, I understand giving Goldberg an easier match but this is ridiculous.

 

Colin: Steve, you got your Doctorate in Marine Biology.

 

Steve: I did!

 

Colin: Did you encounter Capybaras in your travels?

 

Steve: Between semesters I did some study work around the Amazon and got to witness these noble creatures, and then Crowning Glory was in Rio so a couple days before the event I hung out there again. It's amazing. They've got little periscope heads...a lot of their facial features are at the top of their heads so they can keep watch even in water. 

 

Kendra: And he's gonna need that against Goldberg. 

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: Goldberg looking to end this one quickly with a Spear and CAPYBARA JUMPS OUT OF THE WAY! GOLDBERG'S HEAD HITS THE POLE AND HE'S HOLDING HIS HEAD! I think he's got another Concussion! Capybara runs back to the diagonal corner, Goldberg holding his head and CAPY IS CHARGING FORWARD - RIVERBOAT! SHINING WIZARD!

 

Steve: Goldberg just got flipped with that kick. Thing about Underdogs, is that they tend to rise to the top. 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Capybara wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Capybara!

 

Steve: Never assume you've got an easy go. There are no easy goes in this business. I've won matches I wasn't expected or expecting to win and then those same people beat me after. It's a crazy, wild, unpredictable world and I wouldn't have it any other way.

 

Colin: True. And with that, we continue on.

 

SCREECH VS LUCENZA ROSSI w/Crystelle

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

Screech is driven to the ring by his manager in a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

 

 

In the ring Screech is bouncing up and down with anticipation of a test between two gladiators.

 

Ash: First! From Malloy Thunder Dojo, weighing in at 275 pounds, SCREECH!

 

Steve: Wait, so let me see if I follow, we got a dude coming out to Eye of the Tiger but he's got an Eagle on him fighting a woman who used to be a tiger but took the money and joined Zora?

 

Colin: ...Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

 

Steve: Is Carol Baskin special ref? 

 

Kendra: That would have been a good idea, yeah.

 

Steve: ...would it have?

 

 

The ZLI stretch limo pulls up. First out steps Crystelle to boos. She stops the music.

 

Steve: Damn... first Lily Martin, then Bianca, then Crystelle... what's going on with your staff here that Zora Luthor keeps buyin' em out? They not paying them enough?

 

 

Crystelle: Shut up! Shut up! YOU listen to ME now! You should be so grateful that the competitor coming to grace your pathetic little shouldn't-even-be-a-state, her weekly check is bigger than Delaware's entire population. Slap your greasy day-old cheese steak hands together for the Milanese Miracle, the greatest thing to come out of Italy since pasta, LUCENZA ROSSI!

 

The music resumes as Lucenza steps out of the limo, fur coat on and martini in hand. 

 

 

Kendra: Lucenza is unmasked and uncaring, the woman traded a heart of gold for a purse of gold. 

 

Colin: And her fighting style hasn't lessened, it's just become more aggressive, so Screech is in a considerable amount of trouble.

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: Screech locks up with Rossi and a quick snap suplex to start us off! And Lucenza holds on for an arm-trapped headlock. Screech struggling a bit but makes it to the ropes and the hold is broken. 

 

Steve: I don't mean to backseat wrestle but seems kinda early to go for a submission, I would've maybe done a suplex of my own there. Screech springboards off for a DDT, okay kid, I see you. 

 

Colin: Screech lifting Rossi up for a vertical suplex NO SHE DRIVES HIM BACK DOWN INTO A FACEBUSTER! And wrapping in a Cobra Clutch, Screech once again fighting to get to the ropes but Lucenza wrenches him back and tightens the hold, Screech judo flips her off! Picking her up from behind and going for an inverted suplex...NO!! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Screech wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, SCREECH!

 

Steve: We're tearing through this card like it's a bag of Twizzlers. 

 

Colin: That certainly is one way to put it.

 

Kendra: I don't think our next match is going to be much of a longer experience.

 

TINO SABATELLI VS LOCAL TALENT

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The anti-corruption limo pulls up and Tino Sabatelli walks out, putting his cigar out on the stage and a fire wave pyro going off.

 

 

Ash: First! From Roma, Italy, weighing 365 pounds, The Papa! TINO SABATELLI!

 

Tino straightens his tie as he walks down the ramp, then carefully places his coat, tie, and shirt on a gold-lined stool by the ring.

 

Colin: He's a man of the people. But also a man of style and taste.

 

 

The lights turn orange and flash in and out.

 

Steve: Oh damn, y'all pulled Oscar for this? I haven't seen that dude since I started. We used to surf the same beaches and show up at the same local metal shows. I think I fought him once or twice in training.

 

Oscar comes out, a big muscular dude. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Slaughter Beach, Delaware, weighing in at 264 pounds, Agent Orange, Oscar Oblein! 

 

Kendra: What can you tell us about Oscar's ring work?

 

Steve: It's been a minute, but I remember him having a hell of a Polish Hammer. If I were Tino I'd try to keep his hands apart. And try to focus on the right side, I remember him taking a spill where the board came up full speed. 

 

Colin: And you don't feel bad giving away a big tip like that?

 

Steve: Nah, dude turned out to be a bit of a skinhead and I don't ride with that. I love everyone - except slimy rapey types and Nazi skinhead bigots, I just wanna see em all get broken. Mess him up Tino! Break the right side!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And Oscar goes for the Polish Hammer quickly, Tino sidesteps him and speedbagging the right ribcage of Oscar! 

 

Steve: Told ya. 

 

Kendra: Solid straight punches to the right side! Tino picks Oblein up and RIB BREAKER! Picking Oblein up again and RIB BREAKER NUMBER 2! Grabbing the right arm and kicks to the ribs! You can hear Oscar screaming in pain as the muscles get tenderized! Tino off the ropes and DEEP SIX!

 

Steve: It's a thing of beauty watching a Nazi Skinhead get absolutely ravaged.

 

Colin: Tino locks in the Abdominal Stretch and that's all she wrote. 

 

Tino Sabatelli wins by Submission!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, The Papa Tino Sabatelli!

 

Tino lets go of the hold and gets his hand raised. Oscar starts to walk away holding his ribs when the crowd chants

 

"Kill the Nazi!" 

 

Steve: It's good to be home.

 

Kendra: And Tino gets out a lead pipe! Slams it into the right side of Oscar! Slams it again! Oscar howling in pain and holding his side, Tino grabs his right arm...armbar and a QUICK SNAP! He just broke Oscar's arm!

 

Steve: Try saluting now, shitbrick!

 

Colin: Tino dragging Oscar and he kicks half the metal stairs away! He pushes Oscar down onto the stair that remains and DROPS THE STAIRS ON HIM! 

 

Kendra: Here comes the gurney and they're loading Oscar onto - wait - those aren't our normal EMTS!

 

 

Steve: Welp, he's not gonna be back for Rush Hour 3.

 

Colin: Yes, very sad. Anyway.

 

IVAN VOLKOV AND DOOMSAYERS VS DOOMSAYERS VS JP SPEARS AND MANIFESTATION OF DEFENESTRATION

 

Ding ding ding! 

 

Ash: The following trios match is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

Ivan walks slowly and deliberately, glaring at the audience, before ripping off his coat in the ring to reveal his massive frame.

 

 

Ash: First! Accompanied by Viktor Dragovich, from Russia, weighing in at 315 pounds, the Siberian Titan, IVAN VOLKOV!

 

Steve: Little known fact about Ivan Volkov: you can land an F2 fighter plane on his head.

 

Kendra: Oh boy. 

 

Steve: He actually originally had hair like Paul Phoenix from Tekken but Ace Anarchy's rogue boomerang sliced it clean off.

 

 

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

 

Suddenly, The Prophet steps out onto the stage, his sharp suit glinting under the flashing lights, an ominous presence at the center of it all. His dark eyes scan the arena, locking onto the crowd with a sense of power that draws all attention to him. With a slow, deliberate motion, he raises his arms, and the lights above flicker violently, plunging the arena into a momentary blackout. The crowd holds its breath.

 

 

Then, Doomsayer Pistol bursts from the shadows, sprinting to the ring with manic energy, his arms pumping and his eyes wide with excitement. As he jumps over the top rope in a fluid, high-flying maneuver, his adrenaline-fueled aggression is apparent. The lights flash rapidly as he takes his position, ready for action.

 

 

Doomsayer Hammer follows with a slower, more deliberate pace, his towering presence dominating the stage. He steps over the top rope with a deep, resonant thud, his sheer power emanating from every movement. The lights focus on his massive frame, accentuating the intimidating aura that surrounds him. His eyes are locked on his opponents, and there’s no mistaking his dominance in the ring.

 

 

Ash: This match is about to be graced by the presence of one of the most fearsome and ominous teams to ever step into this ring…
With a combined weight of 510 pounds…
From Parts Unknown…
First, standing 6'0" tall, weighing 210 pounds, The High-Flyer of Fate, DOOMSAYER PISTOL!

"And his partner, standing 6'10" tall, weighing 300 pounds, The Titan of Tribulation, DOOMSAYER HAMMER!

"And with them, standing between them in a suit, the one who foretells their victory,
THE PROPHET!

"Together, they are…
**THE DOOMSAYERS!”

 

Colin: This isn't the first time these three have teamed together, and they are a brutal unit to be reckoned with.

 

Steve: I much prefer the Doomsingers. You know, Doom da doom doom doom.

 

 

 "Hand Clapper" starts playing and the crowd starts to clap along. JP runs out as the tron starts to play his reel and he plays to the crowd, clapping to either side before starting a jog towards the ring. 

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds, J!P! Spears!

 

He slides under the bottom rope and takes off his cut-off T-shirt and throws it into the crowd.

 

Colin: The Redemption Tour is on track for JP Spears, completely removed from Sarah Sharp and doing his own thing now and the fans here are big fans of what they're seeing.

 

 

The steel drums kick in and the lights flash around in stained glass patterns. The crowd gets to their feet.

 

Steve: YES! YES!! Here we go.

 

Gil and Perry stand on the center of the stage and pound fists which causes two thin pillars of sparks to arise.

 

 

Ash: And his partners! At a combined weight of 537 pounds, Unbreakable Gilbert Glass and Unrelenting Perry Payne, the MANIFESTATION OF DEFENESTRATION!

 

They strut down the ramp, giving pump up shouts to the fans who cheer them back. Occasionally they pound a fist each of a fan. When they enter the ring, they both do the square hand smash in synchronicity, then scream and pillars of sparks go off in the ring.

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: Ivan and JP to start. Ivan throws JP across the ropes and drops him with a spinebuster. JP quick up to his feet and a standing dropkick! 

 

Steve: It's one thing to get a dropkick coming from 0 with no momentum, but getting one after getting rattled is damn impressive. Props JP. And JP running it back, here he comes...HIT STICK RIGHT QUICK!

 

Colin: Going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Kendra: Ivan kicks out! This one isn't done quite yet. JP up to the top rope, Ivan to his feet and it's one for the Scoreboard!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

JP Spears wins by-

 

 

Elisa: Now, as General Manager, I've decided that this match is now an elimination tag!

 

Colin: Well, at least Ivan is-

 

Elisa: And the match is to be restarted fresh!

 

Steve: Wow. That's... I mean, cool that others will get a chance to fight I guess. So JP and Ivan are back in action. JP throws two punches to Ivan and whipping Ivan across the way...Ivan evades the clothesline, coming back with a lariat and JP ducks, JP gets him from behind with a bulldog! 

 

Colin: Ivan back to his feet and now HE hits the Standing Dropkick! That sends JP spiraling back but JP uses the momentum to run back and come back around with a discus big boot! Back around and Hit Stick Number 2! Going for the pin AGAIN, nails it! But Ivan kicks! Ivan tags Hammer in. 

 

Kendra: Hammer with that Wrecking Ball Big Boot to JP! Lifting JP up now and Sidewalk Slam! Hammer is fresh and ready and you can see what a difference in energy means right here. Hammer lifts JP up by his arms and drives him into the ground. 

 

Steve: You got two good dudes in there JP, tag out man! Don't be a hero. 

 

Kendra: JP grabs Hammer up by the legs and back body drop! JP going for a ripcord clothesline NO HAMMER WITH THE HELL'S GRASP CHOKESLAM! SHELL SHOCK POWERBOMB BY HAMMER!! Pistol and Ivan pulling Manifestation off the apron and Hammer with the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

JP Spears is eliminated by Hammer!

 

Steve: No one can take away that JP got that initial pin on Volkov, but he's sent to the showers. In comes Perry Payne! 

 

Perry Payne enters the match.

 

Colin: Perry loading in with a chop combo and nice spin kick to wrap it up. Whipping Hammer into the corner, tag to Gil and double vertical suplex! Hammer attempts to roll Gil into a pin-GIL REVERSES THE PIN! But Hammer kicks out easily. Hammer starts to walk towards his corner for the tag but Gil wraps him into a Chickenwing! Hammer pulls them both to the ropes and gets the tag to Volkov, who blasts Gil with a straight punch to the face.

 

Kendra: Gil trying to go for that hot tag and Volkov stops him with a stomp to the spine! VOLKOV GETS IN THE VOLKOV VICE! And a HUGE and brutal twist! Gil in a heap of trouble and Perry runs in with the forearm! Gil needs to tag! Perry rolls Gil towards the corner, Gil getting to his feet and charging right back in- GLASS CANNON! Going for the pin, Pistol breaks it up.

 

Steve: One of the things that's interesting and sometimes frustrating about Gil and Perry is that as much as they are an awesome team, both of them have that never say die attitude that leads to them outstaying their welcome in the ring. Gil rolls back and ANOTHER GLASS CANNON! This time Perry is there to take care of the intruders with a running split leg front dropkick taking them off the apron!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Ivan Volkov is eliminated by Gilbert Glass!

 

Kendra: That's the second time Volkov has been pinned! But here comes Pistol, who's got the freshest face of everyone left in this match.

 

Pistol enters the match.

 

Colin: Pistol comes off the ropes into a jumping splash but Gil catches him into a powerslam and goes for the pin-Pistol reverses it into a rollup! 

 

1!

2!

 

Steve: That's my dude! 

 

Colin: Pistol takes a run and back around, Choking Hazard Neckbreaker!  Hammer takes out Perry and Pistol goes for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Gilbert Glass is eliminated by Pistol!

 

Kendra: Down to Perry Payne against the Doomsayers.

 

Steve: Come on Pear Bear! I believe in you! 

 

Perry Payne enters the match.

 

Colin: Perry runs in and right into the Twist of Fate by Pistol!

 

1!

 

Kendra: Perry reverses it! 

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Pistol reverses it again!

 

1!

2!

 

Steve: Perry kicks out! Pistol takes a run and basement dropkick! Perry to his feet and Pistol coming around for another dropkick but Perry catches him by the legs and throws him across the ring! Perry with a handspring moonsault splash and a pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Pistol is eliminated by Perry Payne!

 

Colin: The Prophet looking apoplectic that Hammer didn't run in to save his partner. 

 

Hammer enters the match.

 

Steve: Perry is ready for him because of course he is, and that chop combo flies fast and furious! Another big chop across the chest of Hammer. Hammer responds with a headbutt, and Perry with a discus boot! Perry off the ropes and a running jumping knee! Perry not letting up! 

 

Colin: Hammer with an STO in response! Hammer picks him up and FRONT SLAM! PERRY IS FLATTENED! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Ivan Volkov and DoomSayers win by Pinfall from Hammer to Perry Payne!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Ivan Volkov and Doomsayers!

 

Steve: I mean, they lost the actual match, but sure. Good show, fellas, you'll get em next time.

 

 

Wonderwolf is preparing for his match backstage, when Heloisa Cabral comes toward him.

 

 

Heloisa Cabral: "Hello Wonderwolf, can you tell me what happened at Taxiderby?"

 

Wonderwolf laughs softly

 

Wonderwolf: "I burned a question. And I am still your MAWL Asylum Champion"

 

Wonderwolf points at the Championship belt around his waist

 

Wonderwolf: "And your second question was going to be, what I think about my match tonight against Tragedeigh"

 

Heloisa is stunned for a second and tries to answer, but Wonderwolf already starts talking.

 

Wonderwolf: "I know that Mal Sangre will be my opponent at Mayday. I respect him and I am looking forward to defend my title against him"

 

Wonderwolf sighs

 

Wonderwolf: "As for Tragedeigh, I have no business with you. I want Mal Sangre one on one. I am the predator and Tragedeigh, you are the pray and I will make you tap out tonight!"

 

Wonderwolf starts howling and walks away as Heloisa shouts after him when he walks away. 

 

Heloisa: "Thank you for your time Wonderwolf!"

 

 

Colin: Wonderwolf making it clear that he wants to keep Tragedeigh out of his title match.

 

 

Steve: Tragedeigh has really taken a fall from grace from the W2. Honestly I think that most of the women that were meant to go to Path from then have embraced their darkness...Kira Dain might actually be the exception.

 

 

Arvin: Can you blame them? They got blown off by Path.

 

Steve: I dunno man, Path turned them away because of some of these turns. There's a chicken-egg story here. 

 

 

Kendra: At least Daria got away from all that.

 

Steve: Yeah...yeah. She did dabble in the darkness but...I mean I don't want to speak for her but that seems to have passed.

 

Colin: And it seems like Tragedeigh is more invested in ruining Mal Sangre's shot at the title than getting it herself, but it all results in the same.

 

WONDERWOLF VS TRAGEDEIGH

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

Arena Lights go out, while heavy fog starts filling the entrance ramp, Wonderwolf's logo flashes over the screen, and an introductory video starts playing, as Wonderwolf makes his way to the ring.

 

 

Ash: From Amsterdam, Netherlands, weighing 200 pounds, the Asylum Champion, WONDERWOLF!

 

The light go out and a spotlight hits the center of the ring where Wonderwolf starts howling.

 

 

The lights turn into a sort of a red lighthouse effect over smoke and fog. Tragedeigh comes out, her hands extended and held upwards to reflect a sort of Messianic energy.

 

 

Ash: From Edina, Minnesota, representing La Sangre Maldita, the Red Queen, Tragedeigh!

 

Tragedeigh looks back and claps curtly, and two hooded men in dark robes on each side of her pick her up and carry her to the ring, lifting her in.

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Wonder wasting no time going in on Tragedeigh! A series of jabs and hooks her quickly for a Fisherman DDT!

 

Steve: Yeah if I had a chance to prevent a multi-man, you better believe I'm not gonna mess around with it. Wonder sendin' Tragedeigh across the pond, she's runnin' right back into his arms and Fisherman Suplex! Dude's showin' why he's a hero, he's got no fear.

 

Kendra: Wonder to her legs and going for an ankle lock, she kicks him away and rolls back to her feet, catching Wolf in an armdrag! Wolf back to his feet and she meets him with another armdrag and she's got him in an armlock!

 

Steve: Trag used to favor big dramatics in the ring but I can see here she's goin' no wasted movements, no distraction with flair, just bring the pain. Personally I don't think they need to be mutually exclusive, if you're a great fighter it's just about knowin' when to do what. 

 

Colin: Don't you often get caught up with the playing to an audience?

 

Steve: I'm a doctor, Jim, not a great wrestler. 

 

Kendra: How humble.

 

Steve: A big ego can lead to big problems in and out of the ring. You know, things like calling yourself a Red Queen.

 

Colin: Tragedeigh still has that hold locked in tight and a stomp to the side of Wonderwolf to add some pain to the mix. Wonderwolf straining now but the audience is starting to howl! Wonderwolf swings his free arm around and into a Mandible Claw! He howls back! Tragedeigh flailing a bit here SHE BITES THE FINGER OF WONDERWOLF!

 

Steve: Aw Wolf, you want in there with a bare hand. Usually people get some kinda covering before they go for a claw, that's just unsanitary! And Tragedeigh is keeping the bite on!! That doesn't count as a submission, does it?

 

Kendra: No, And Andra demanding she let go of the hold, starting the count,

 

1! 2!

 

Kendra: Tragedeigh lets go, but she keeps attention on the hand of Wonder, going for a grapple now and pressing her nails into the bitemark! Wonder grunts in pain and Tragedeigh kicks him in the gut! She hits a Cross Rhodes on him! Wolf on the ground holding his hand and Tragedeigh takes his arm, STOMP TO THE HAND! AND ANOTHER! 

 

Colin: You can tell that she's enjoying this as she stands now on the hand of Wonderwolf, putting all her pressure into that palm. Wolf straining but he trips her!! GOING TO THE LEGS NOW, CLOVERBEEF!!

 

Steve: He's howlin'! The crowd's howlin'! Some dogs in the kennel a town over are howlin'! Wonderwolf fighting through the pain on his hand to tighten this hold and bringin' it now to Tragedeigh! Tragedeigh is flailing! The Queen's composure is breaking for the first time this match! 

 

Colin: The Asylum Champ is showing why that belt is around his waist, and Tragedeigh can't hold on then there go her title dreams and La Sangre's hopes of full gold! And here comes Davy Boy from the crowd!

 

 

Kenda: Davy Boy is trying to get Tragedeigh's hands, get her to the ropes, Andra is calling him off! Andra is yelling at him to get away and-

 

 

Steve: SOMBRAS BLACK MISTS WONDERWOLF! TRAGEDEIGH ROLLS WONDERWOLF UP!

 

Kendra: Of course NOW Davy Boy chooses to walk away. Andra reattends to the match-

 

1!

2!
3!

Tragedeigh wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner! TRAGEDEIGH!

 

Colin: And you don't have to like it, but Tragedeigh is now officially a part of the Asylum Title Match, and Mayday just got that much harder both for Wonderwolf and for Mal Sangre. 

 

Kendra: Last week, WildFire made a promise to Diddy that if he involved himself in the match against 50, that he'd end up in the hospital right next to 50. Wild won that match but I'm hearing that he is fully intending on keeping to his word and there's some chaos happening back in the parking lot. Let's take you live to the scene-

 

 

WildFire smashes Diddy's head into a windshield of 2025 Porsche 911 several times then scoop slams Diddy onto the windshield, cracking it. WildFire takes Diddy by the back of the neck and drags him onto the hood. WildFire hits a spike piledriver through the windshield. 

 

WildFire goes to the front of the car and yanks off a license plate that reads "C-HE-O" and begins smashing it on the back of Diddy. He turns the license plate vertical and drives it into the back of Diddy. He grabs Diddy by the waist and German Suplexes Diddy, dragging him through the windshield and onto the hood of the car, denting it.

 

In the corner of his eye he notices a big-ass tankard with DRIZZLE written on the side charging their way and he jumps out of the way. The tankard sandwiches Diddy between the two hoods, not having gone fast enough to kill him but Diddy is definitely stuck and will require serious medical attention.

 

Out of the tankard comes-

 

 

50 Cent steps out of the tankard and begins wailing on Diddy first with his fists then with his boot. 50 Cent climbs to the top of the tankard and does an Avalanche Stomp to Diddy. 

 

Then a beep is heard-

 

WildFire comes barreling towards them with a forklift. 

 

He impales the tankard, causing the drizzle begin to pour out into the parking lot. He uses the forklift to pick the tankard up, tilting it so the drizzle pours all over 50 and Diddy and the car, then he considers dropping the tankard on them, reconsiders and pulls back. 

 

50 breathes a sigh of relief...

 

only for the forklift to trap him and Diddy between the hoods, cracking his ribs. Wild leaves the tankard elevated above them, as the last of the drizzle pours down.

 

WildFire takes out his phone and calls 911. An ambulance comes pretty quickly. 

 

 

WildFire: Yeah, sir, I found them like this. I came out to try to get the forklift off them but I don't know how to operate them. Such a shame, they were about to go on their honeymoon. I know they'd really love it just so much if they could have the same room. It won't make up for the honeymoon of course, but at least they'll have each other.

 

The EMT nods and WildFire bows with prayer hands then walks off. Once he's out of sight, he casually tosses the keys to the forklift out of the window of the parking garage and walks back to the arena.

 

 

Elisa Mae He storms down the hallway, fuming, clipboard in one hand and a Bluetooth earpiece in the other. She’s mid-rant, boots clicking against the tile.

 

ELISA MAE HE
(into earpiece)
I said sweet tea, not that sorry excuse y’all serve in catering. I got a reputation, not a tractor pull to run! And tell legal to call me back — I’m not sharing billing with no cowboy gimmick!

 

She ends the call and turns sharply, nearly walking into a backstage worker fumbling with paperwork.

 

 

BACKSTAGE WORKER
S-Sorry, Ms. Elisa, I—uh—

 

ELISA MAE HE
(glaring)
Watch where you’re goin’, boy. You spill one more document on my boots and you’ll be cleanin’ ‘em with your tongue.

 

As she walks past, the worker mutters:

 

BACKSTAGE WORKER
Damn redneck diva…

 

Elisa freezes. She turns slowly.

 

ELISA MAE HE
What. Did. You. Just. Say?

 

BACKSTAGE WORKER
(nervous)
I meant—uh—nothing! Just… nerves!

 

ELISA MAE HE
You’re fired. Pack up your clipboard and pray HR don’t got your number saved.

 

She flips her hair and stomps toward her office.

 

 

 

 

Elisa slams the door, grabs a glass, and opens her drink cabinet—

 

ELISA MAE HE
All I want is a little bourbon, peace, and—

 

Inside? Just a jug of MOONSHINE with a crooked label: “FROM HELL WITH LOVE.”

 

ELISA MAE HE
Are you—are you KIDDIN' ME?

 

 

🎵 "If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I'd been married long time ago..." 🎵

 

Music hits. Her glass falls from her hand, shattering.

 

The office melts into a honky-tonk bar. Neon horseshoes flicker. A broken mechanical bull sputters. And there, line dancing in perfect rhythm under a disco saddle...

 

 

ALASTOR, in full cowboy glam: rhinestone shirt, spurred boots, and a devilish grin.

 

🎵 "Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?" 🎵

 

He kicks his heels, dancing side to side, pointing at Elisa like she’s in the audience of a cursed rodeo.

 

ELISA MAE HE
(snapping)
Alastor! I SWEAR TO GOD—!

 

She throws the moonshine jug — it shatters against a barstool. Alastor’s already gone.

 

🎵 "If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I'd been married long time ago..." 🎵

 

He reappears behind the bar now in cutoff overalls, no shirt, barefoot, chewing straw.

 

🎵 "He came to town like a midwinter storm…" 🎵

 

He spins across the bar, slapping the counter like it’s a washboard.

 

🎵 "He rode through the fields, so handsome and strong…" 🎵

 

ELISA MAE HE
You think this is funny, you devil reject drag act?! I'll tie you to a cotton gin and press cleanse your soul!

 

🎵 "His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun…" 🎵
🎵 "But all he had come for was having some fun!" 🎵

 

Alastor twirls past in a mud-stained NASCAR shirt and camo cargo shorts, sliding like he’s in a hoedown version of Singin’ in the Rain.

 

🎵 "If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe..." 🎵

 

He dances on a table now, boot-scooting.

 

🎵 "He brought disaster wherever he went…" 🎵
🎵 "The hearts of the girls was to Hell, broken, sent…" 🎵

 

Now he's in jeans with suspenders and no shirt, holding a fake banjo, plucking nonsense notes while stomping his feet like a devilish scarecrow.

 

🎵 "They all ran away so nobody would know…" 🎵
🎵 "And left only men 'cause of Cotton-Eye Joe!" 🎵

 

ELISA MAE HE
I will tear you apart and salt your remains like hog meat!

 

She flips over a bar table and rushes him. He vanishes—

 

Then pops up in the mechanical bull seat, waving a ten-gallon hat like a rodeo king.

 

🎵 "If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I'd been married long time ago!" 🎵

 

He fires off a finger-gun at her, grinning like a game show host in Hell.

 

🎵 "Where did you come from, where did you go?!" 🎵
🎵 "Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?!" 🎵

 

The room is spinning. Lights flicker like lightning bugs on fire. The jukebox is sparking, repeating the chorus. Everything smells like moonshine and burned hay.

 

ELISA MAE HE
(roaring)
STOP THE DAMN MUSIC!

 

She grabs a barstool and hurls it through the player piano—shattering the illusion just enough.

 

Alastor reappears behind her now, arms wide, finishing the last verse with over-the-top drama:

 

🎵 "If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I'd been married long time ago…" 🎵
🎵 "Where did you come from, where did you go?" 🎵
🎵 "Where did you come from... COTTON-EYE JOOOOE!" 🎵

 

*He gently lowers a cowboy hat onto Elisa Mae He’s head and vanishes in a puff of red static.

 

FLASH.

 

The honky-tonk bar is gone. Her office is normal. No music. No lights. No Alastor. Just her, standing stunned and furious… cowboy hat still on her head.

 

She tears the hat off and throws it at the wall, breathing hard. A long beat.

 

ELISA MAE HE
(shaken, to herself)
I... I am callin’ a priest. No—a shaman. Hell, maybe even an exorcist-slash-exterminator. I’m not doin' this again...

 

She storms off as the camera pans to the corner of the room where the jug of moonshine still sits... slightly rocking.

 

 

Steve: Alright, real talk, that's hilarious. I love a good wholesome music ribbing. 

 

 

Colin: Somehow I think she's going to make it so much worse for the competitors as a result. 

 

Steve: That seems power trippy and pretty consistent with what I've seen so far of her, yeah. 

 

 

Kendra: Oh boy well she's REALLY gonna be unhappy when she goes out to the parking lot.

 

Steve: Did Alastor hire Rednex to follow her around and... (beat) Ohhhh yeah, the car. Right, right. Funny thing, I get the sense WildFire didn't even know that was her car, he was just like nice car, good action, good glass, this seems like a good one to dunk the Diddy. 

 

Colin: And so we continue on, we've got a block of tag action now, starting with the Venom Cartel.

 

VENOM CARTEL VS ANIMALITIES

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

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

 

 

Donna Matrix is out first and cracks her cat o' nine tails made of ethernet cables.

 

 

Donna: Slaughter Beach, Delaware. Your entire world, your reality, is breaking before your very eyes. You have no chance to try to rescue it, you have no chance to try to unsee it, or avoid it, or forget it. There is no going back and there is no safeword. What you feel running through your veins right now. It starts with fear, then curiosity, then a tingling, and then a realization, culminating in freedom and ecstasy. What you feel running through your veins...is...VENOM. I, Donna Matrix, am here to make you submit to your new reality, and the man you are about to meet is here to break your old one.

 

 

Bowen Baneclaw steps onto the stage and stomps it, green plumes of smoke arising.

 

Ash: First, Bowen Baneclaw and Donna Matrix, the VENOM CARTEL!

 

The audience boos as the green plumes of smoke follow them down the ramp and they enter the ring.

 

Steve: So it's like Poison Ivy and Bane, if it were crypto instead of chrysanthemums? 

 

Colin: That's... one way to put it...

 

 

The bassline to "Animal I Have Become" plays as the lights rumble in a low strobe rhythmically. As the guitar kicks in, there are brief but immersive flashes of purple and orange. The drums kick in, and Jaguar King and Lionheart jump into frame with a quick firework pop.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! From New York Freakin City, at a combined weight of 513 pounds, Jaguar King and Lionheart, two thirds of the Trios Champions, the ANIMALITIES!

 

The Animalities high five the crowd a la The Hart Foundation and fist pound Steve then synchronized jump onto the apron, climbing up to diagonal turnbuckle to do a double turnbuckle pound to the drums with "I Can't Control Myself" leading to the Chorus, where sparks fly from the corners. 

 

Steve: I used to fight these dudes back at Eastern Kaos and Pro Wrestling Magic. Tried to get the tag titles off them twice, faceplanted gloriously. Good to see Gold around their waist again, it feels right.

 

Colin: Anything you learned from fighting them?

 

Steve: They don't make mistakes so neither can you. They came up together, best friends since they were tweens and started training at 15 at Pro Wrestling through their help set up/open ring policy, and have a shorthand that's damn near indecipherable. I don't envy Venom right now.

 

The bell rings. 

 

Kendra: Lion and Bowen to start, Lion right away with some jabs to the midsection. Lion ducks a hook and throws another combo to the midsection of Bowen. Bowen drops bionic elbows on the shoulder of Lion and a snap suplex! Picking Lion back up and Scoop Slam! Lion to his feet and drives Bowen to the turnbuckle, tag to Jaguar and a backbreaker!

 

Steve: King to the top, prepping the elbow...They're looking to go Crushed Apple! And they land it! Venom coming in and King nods to Liob, Lion throws her right out, King for the pin-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Animalities win by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Jaguar King and Lionheart, the Ani-

 

 

Kendra: Whoa! Attack from behind by a hooded individual! We know that Venom Cartel was looking for a third to take the spot that Charlotte Realta was rumored to take before she was released, but who the hell is this? 

 

Colin: I don't know but they drive Jaguar King down with a chair shot! They drive Lionheart down with a chair shot! Before Victor can even get to the ring, they exit with Venom Cartel, the three of them signaling for the belts! I think Venom Cartel has just inserted themselves into the Trios Title Race, and we don't know the full story! 

 

The lights go bright white and an organ is heard keying in.

 

 

Rev. Abner: (Booming) ENOUGH!

 

Steve: Is this that Sanitary Ring group? 

 

Kendra: No, this is new, and I hate it. 

 

Rev. Abner: ENOUGH of your whippin' and lyin' and flippin' and flyin'. ENOUGH of your actin' like birds and cats and dogs and rats. ENOUGH of your face paints and flashy pantses and God-defyin' gyratin' dances.

 

Steve: You sure it's not the same? Seems basically the same. 

 

Rev. Abner: This ring is not meant to be a place of spectacle. Thiiis ring is not meant to be a place of splash. Thiiiiis ring is not meant to be a place of spanky hanky panky special moves. Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis ring is a sanctum, a sacred space, that too long has been defiled by Acai berry moon salt and 450 degree splashes, far too excessive in degrees for the likes of the Lord! And I am not alone in this. Heed these words from one who used to engage in such excess and has since seen the light-

 

 

Alanna: I have been known by many names during my tenured career. Here at MAWL, you may previously have known me as Andromeda during my W2 appearance. I used to be brazen, offensive enough to think that I deserved every bit of the sky as God's birds, stealing away his air for myself in the name of flash and glitz. The sheer arrogance. The hubris. The Reverend took me in and showed me the beauty of the banal, the majesty of modesty. I no longer need excess. And I am not alone. Remember Fuego Azula?

 

Steve: Aw man, not Fuego. We were in the W2 together and she was one of the purest ones out there.

 

 

Dina: Do I miss the flippy nonsense? NO. Do I miss the fire and flame? NO. Do I miss the fans' affection? NO. And will my opponents escape me? NO.

 

Rev. Abner: And the final two pieces of the puzzle. In the past they were given to excess and mysticism. You used to know them as Revelrous Ren and Zodiac Zac, but they have come around and seen the light.

 

 

Rev. Abner: Together we are....The Bored!

 

They march down the ring together to boos. 

 

Colin: I've been here through the past few years of W2 and it breaks my heart to see Azula, Zodiac, and Andromeda like this. I also have to wonder what happened to Andromeda's partner, Astra.

 

The titantron turns on. Dangerous Johnny Dagger shows up.

 

 

DJD: You know Zodiac, when I heard you were comin' back, I was pretty excited. The way you stood up to CN Starz and gave up your title at Heart Condition was admirable and I thought, man, here's someone with CONVICTION. Here's someone who's gonna stand up and do the right thing. Bro, I'm disappointed.

 

G. Grant: I have conviction. I do stand up. That's why I'm with the Bored, because they're the-

 

DJD: Let me stop you right the MEOW there. YOU traded being under the thumb of one egotistic asshole for being under the thumb of another egotistical asshole. YOU disappointed the thousands upon thousands of fans. This isn't standing up, this is giving in. But I know we're not gonna see eye to eye so the only thing left is to sound the alarm.

 

The titantron goes black for a second, and then the sirens kick in, at which time a bomb shows up on screen. The fans go WILD. 

 

 

The traveling lights snake like a fuse with the guitar riff of the song, culminating in the drum fill that results in the bomb on the screen exploding and a wall of flame going up on the stage, out of which pop Dangerous Johnny Dagger, Reckless Razi Shah, and Tenacious Taylor Tiger.

 

 

SURVIVOR TAG

THE BORED VS HIGH RISK, HIGH FLYER MONO, AND TY "NEON SKY" LANCER

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following is a survivor tag match! Already in the ring, from the Church of Clean Content, The Bored! On their way to the ring, the team of Dangerous Johnny Dagger, Reckless Razi Shah, and Tenacious Tiger, HIGH RISK!

 

High Risk high-fives everyone they can on the way to the ring.

 

 

Blackout. Then sudden bursts of neon laser lights cut through fog. Ty appears in a crouch under a UV spotlight, rising slowly in sync with the bass drop. 

 

 

Ash: And their partners! First, from the Electric City, weighing 201 pounds, TY NEOOOON SKY LANCER!

 

Lights sync to the beat as he dances and hypeman-walks to the ring, engaging the crowd with finger-point taunts.

 

 

The arena goes black and white (a la Timeless Toni Storm). After the initial synth ends and as the full instrumental kicks in, two firework upward-pointing arrows explode forming an M and High Flyer Mono runs out, playing to the fans, who are eating it up.

 

 

Ash: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 197 pounds, HIGH! FLYER! MOOOOOOONO!

 

Mono runs out down the rope and also clears the apron with a somersault, landing on his feet which brings the color back to the arena.

 

Colin: Mono's made great connection with the team of High Risk, having teamed with them last week against DIddy and SugarKoma to success. Let's see if they can replicate it.

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: Taylor Tiger will actually be starting against G. Grant. 

 

Colin: The last time these two faced was Taylor unsuccessfully attempting to win the Eurasian Title from G. Grant as Zodiac Zac, so this is a bit of book ending. Grant gets Taylor in a headlock and a brutal gut punch! Keeping the hold on him, and another brutal gut punch! It's not exciting but it's effective. Grant wrenching the neck.

 

Steve: People forget that Taylor's original name was Taylor Tekk, he can work in this slower sphere just as much as he can using power and speed. He's a scientist first, and I'm sure he's just thinking through his way out.

 

Kendra: I suspect you might be right...Taylor slips out of the headlock and gets behind G. Grant, gets him up and we're going for a spin! He used to call this the Centrifuge but now we know it as the Tenacious T! 

 

Steve: A suplex by any other name is just as sweet.

 

Colin: Going for an early pin-

 

1!

 

Colin: And G. Grant gets a hand to the ropes, the pin broken. G. Grant with an elbow shot to Taylor's head as he gets up. G. Grant grabs Taylor by the arm like he's a kid being taken to the principal and into the corner, tag to Dina the Denier Dorwart. 

 

Kendra: A huge double gut punch to Taylor and Dina locking in a sleeperhold. Taylor fighting to his feet and gets her with a back suplex! Taylor locks in a crossface of his own! Dina clearly struggling to make it to the ropes, G. Grant pulls her off. Taylor tags in Shah.

 

Steve: That was a smart tag and Shah going to ripcord Dina, Denied! With a slap. Well, she's true to her name.

 

Colin: Dina wrenches Shah's arm and a kick to the rib. Dina keeping the arm wrench in, tag in to Red Tape, Red Tape with a kick to the midsection. Razi grabs the leg and dragon whip! Red Tape trips Razi, Razi trips him back and locks in a Cross-Face...Red Tape is handed something from outside and it's a Requisition of Submission Form, he's trying to get Razi to sign it no he signs it himself and reverses the hold! Cross-Face on Razi!

 

Steve: I never thought there would be a way to dull submission wrestling any further, Razi is straining a bit but flips Red Tape forward and going for a pin! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Red Tape Terry Brant is eliminated by Reckless Razi Shah!

 

Steve: Is he going to get an appeal of match result form now?

 

Alanna Daze enters the match.

 

Kendra: Alanna looking to tag out but Razi pulls her in for a Ripcord Knee Shot! Throws Alanna back into the corner, tag in to Taylor again, Razi off the ropes and Taylor gives her a boost into a jumping forearm on Alanna!

 

Steve: Interesting strategy going back to Taylor, Mono and Lancer haven't been in the match yet, but I guess saving your freshest folks for when everyone is tired is a good way to play.

 

Kendra: Alanna responds with a mat slam to Taylor. She goes for a pin on him but he pushes her off with a quick punch. Alanna up and stomps Taylor's hand! Stomp to the hand again! Pulls him up and mat slam! She kneels on his back and a deliberate slap to the face! And another! She goes for another OH HE GRABS THE HAND AND LOCKS THE ARM, ROLLING BACK INTO A CHANCERY! She's struggling but she gets to the rope.

 

Colin: Taylor breaks the hold, they get up and a Flatliner Guillotine on Alanna! She hits him with a pair of back elbows and STO! Going for a pin but he kicks out before 1.

 

Kendra: She gets her arm around Taylor's head and pulling him back, slowly, sloooowly, like pulling up carpet, steps onto the back of his ankles, she calls this Alanna Daze Work...he wiggles his legs free, guess she's not got enough pressure on them and he hits a Salida Del Sol!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Alanna Daze is eliminated by Tenacious Taylor Tiger!

 

Steve: That's what happens when you try to swear off a style of fighting that you're clearly meant for. She should have bought a squirrel...and also stayed with the air. 

 

G. Grant Harris III enters the match.

 

Steve: And we're back to where we started, only with team Risk in a much better way. G. Grant not waiting for Taylor to get up, schoolboy pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tenacious Taylor Tiger is eliminated by G. Grant Harris III!

 

Colin: The beating Tiger took, it would have been a shock if he stayed in this one.

 

Dangerous Johnny Dagger enters the match.

 

Kendra: Dagger comes charging in, Harris catches him with an arm flip. Dagger back on his feet, Irish Whips Harris to his corner and tag in to Lancer! Dagger loads Harris onto the top rope, Lancer jumps the rope and leapfrogging Dagger into the Spanish Fly!! SKYLINE DRIVER!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

G. Grant Harris III is eliminated by Ty "Neon Sky" Lancer!

 

Steve: I'm tellin' ya, Flying is the only way to travel.

 

Colin: Down to the Denier and the Reverend. And in comes the Denier and Lancer meets her with a running dropkick! Lancer going for a tag and DENIER HITS HIM WITH THAT GIANT NO SIGN! Going for a cover-wait-

 

 

Kendra: Tamara and the Blondes take out Dagger, Shah, and Mono!! Lancer is left alone!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Ty "Neon Sky" Lancer is eliminated by Dina the Denier Dorwart!

 

The Blondes throw Razi into the ring and leave.

 

Colin: Guess Razi's going to be the next one up, Dina goes for the pin and RAZI POSSUM SNAP SUPLEX! RAZI GOING FOR THE PIN-Dorwart kicks, Razi picks her up and setting her up for a Tombstone-

 

Steve: BACKFLIP! RAZOLEUM!! Going for the pin-Abner breaks it up and Dina with a Crossface...Razi able to pull her hands off. It's not easy to unwrench a hold like that. Trust me.

 

Kendra: Dina slaps Razi. Dina takes Razi over to her corner, and tags in Abner. Abner gets the Bored to Sleep hold on her, and he seems to be whispering in her ear? Razi is tapping out!

 

Reckless Razi Shah is eliminated by Reverend Abner Almighty!

 

Colin: This would be a good time for Mono to come in, but DJD back in the ring.

 

Dangerous Johnny Dagger enters the match.

 

Steve: The better question is what's happening with Razi out there?

 

Kendra: She's surrounded by the remaining members, Dagger's trying to stay focused on the task at hand but is finding it hard. Dagger tags in Mono who lays a punch on Abner, Dagger goes to explore. They've got Razi in a robe...

 

 

Kendra: Mono off the rope and attempts to leap at Abner, Abner with a backbreaker! And he's holding him there. 

 

Steve: They're saying some prayers around her and Dagger is throwing fists! Go Johnny Go!

 

 

Kendra: Abner going for a pin but Mono with a possum dropkick! Dagger may well be walking into a trap, but he finally gets to Shah and- 

 

 

Colin: SHAH HITS DAGGER WITH THE CLEAN CONTENT GOSPEL!

 

Kendra: Shah with the Tombstone Piledriver to Dagger on the steps! Mono is made to tap out to the Sleeper and Dagger is being considered not cleared to complete!

 

The Bored win!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, The Bored!

 

Steve: Ya know, not a lot scares me but I don't know that I'd be so quick to get in the ring with The Bored if they can get in your ear like that. 

 

Colin: It's a risk for sure.

 

Steve: At this point I'd almost call MAWL "My Alignment Won't Last." 

 

Kendra: As we're on teams having trouble, let's get on to our next match.

 

Steve: Stellar transition as always.

 

LOS HEROES DE LA CALLES VS AM BROOKS AND MAGNUS

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

El Gallito Loco sprints to the ring, flapping his arms like wings-

 

 

while Tortuga de Acero shuffles behind, slowly waving to the crowd.

 

 

Ash: First! At a combined weight of 300 pounds, Tortuga de Acero and El Gallito Loco, Los Heroes de la Calle!!! 

 

El Gallito runs back to drag Tortuga to the ring. Once inside, they pose dramatically, with El Gallito striking martial arts poses while Tortuga hides behind his "shell."

 

 

AM Brooks and Magnus come out with a red carpet graphic lining the ramp, Magnus almost acting as a bodyguard.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! Representing Team SuperStarz, AM Brooks and Magnus!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: AM seems to be playing more and more off her husband's name and brand, with the new music definitely making it clearer exactly who she is.

 

Steve: I don't love the attitude she's taken or that she's blown off her nerd roots, but ya gotta admit the pedigree speaks for itself.

 

Kendra: Gallito starting against Brooks, Brooks whips him across the ropes, Magnus on the outside punching at Tortuga and inverted suplexes him off the apron! 

 

Colin: Gallito able to lock himself on the ropes and BROOKS DROPKICKS HIM OVER THE ROPE...WAIT...HE USES THE SHELL OF TORTUGA AND TRAMPOLINES OFF IT BACK OVER THE ROPES AND CRAZY COOP DIVE! TALK ABOUT A BACKFIRE!

 

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Los Heroes de la Calle win by Pinfall from El Gallito Loco to AM Brooks!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, El Gallito Loco and Tortuga de Acero, Los Heroes de la Calle!

 

Elisa comes out slow clapping.

 

 

Elisa: Well, well. The Rooster gets lucky. But - plot twist - your night is just beginning. You see, we have the little matter of the tag gauntlet. And you just qualified to the be the first entrant. 

 

Colin: She's insane. This woman is insane.

 

Elisa: Here's how it's gonna be. We have our Danger Room Match coming up and this gauntlet will determine the order of entrance, or as I like to call it, District.

 

Steve: So, the Hunger Games. 

 

Elisa: You'll all be fighting in an elimination at the same time, and the earlier you come in, the earlier crack you have at a paired weapon of choice. So that brings us to tonight. First eliminated will be District 12, with last crack at the weapons, all the way to the last match in the run in which the winner will be the new Tag Team Champions and go on to defend against Spirit Crusher at Mayday. The losers will get the District 2 position. 

 

Kendra: Wait, District 2? Who's District 1?

 

Elisa: You see, District 1 is in the VIP section. District 1 is behind a velvet rope, where only the brightest stars stand. But enough talk. Let's bring out the first team you'll be facing.

 

 

Steve: Here we go! Gallito against Norman to start, Norman with a big ol' Scoop Slam, coming off the ropes and just brutalizing him with that leg drop. Chicken man's luck is running out.

 

Kendra: Gallito tags in Tortuga. Smartest thing he could have done. Norman going for a hook, Tortuga blocks it and a punch to Norman's face. Tortuga following up with a headbutt. Tortuga with the Irish Whip, Norman comes around and ducks the lariat, back around takes the leap, there's the Wave! Hello Neighbor! Going for the pin, and Gallito comes in to stop it with the Crazy Coop...completely misses and faceplants! 

 

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Nice N Normal move on!

 

 

Kendra: Marion steps in to start, throws Norman into the corner and quick tag to Renaud. Marion with the German! Renaud with the armbar! Parisian Lockdown! But Bryce quickly interrupts.

 

Steve: Renaud responds by just switching arms. What a baller move.

 

Colin: AND the leglock! Some good ol' fashioned Joint Manipulation by Renaud Lavillenie! Marion with the German Suplex to Bryce and Norman taps!!

 

Le Lutteur moves on!

 

 

Colin: These two part of a new generation of fighters, haven't seen much from either...Nova was a squash situation in her first match and Halley Comet I think may actually be a young cousin of the erstwhile Andromeda, trying to bring back the energy she used to have. 

 

Kendra: Cinder to start, off the ropes, and a single leg dropkick to Renaud. Renaud up with a quick jab back and tags in Bartoli. Bartoli hits a Regal Suplex on Cinder and tags back to Renaud. Renaud goes for a punch and Cinder ducks, quick chop to Renaud. And one chop leads to another and we have a combo going! She punctuates it with an enziguiri!

 

Steve: People talk a lot about first impressions... I lost my first match at Path and some were quick to write me off and then I came back around to get into a title match as a result of my second fight there. Nova showing that she's not a 1 and done.

 

Kendra: Speaking on 1 and done, I'm wondering if we're going to have anyone lasting more than 1 team. 

 

Colin: Well, it could happen, Renaud ducks the spinning wheel kick and plants Cinder with a Flatliner! Stomping the legs of Cinder and Achilles Lock!! Cinder trying to reach for the ropes, Renaud pulls her back to the center! Marion with a clothesline to Halley Comet and I guess we're not going to see what she's capable of this match, it looks like Cinder's tapping! Le Lutteur break the curse!

 

Le Lutteur move on!

 

 

Colin: Renaud now against the absolute powerhouse Alessia Romano. Romano with a GIANT Front Slam and going right for the pin-no! Renaud rolls up and reverses-

 

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Kendra: Alessia kicks out. Renaud going for the armlock and Alessia absolutely devastates him with a short-arm lariat!! Going for the pin-

 

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Steve: Renaud kicks out! I'd get the hell outta there though if I were Renaud. Marion's lemony fresh and lookin' for a fight. Alessia tags Luis Diaz in, that's what needs to happen.

 

Colin: Renaud takes it right to him with the Leg Sweep and going for the Achilles! Diaz showing signs of strain and struggle but catches him out with a flipkick! 

 

Steve: Renaud FINALLY going for a tag...ooooh Diaz cuts him off with a spin kick. A brutal kick combo by Diaz to keep the momentum going. Renaud gets the tag! Marion is in and ready to go but Diaz is ready for him with three left kicks and a right! Pushes Marion back with a boot, and tags Alessia back in. 

 

Kendra: Marion comes charging and Alessia bodyslams him! A rocking elbow drop by Alessia...Marion catches the arm and into an armbar! Alessia pushes him off with a little bit of stress, and ripcords him into a brutal boot! Marion back up with a big tackle. Marion tags Renaud back in, and Renaud gets Alessia with a knee. Alessia tags Luis back in, holds Renaud and high kick by Luis. Renaud takes the high kick and traps Luis in an ankle lock!! Luis is struggling but makes it to the ropes.

 

Colin: Renaud kicks Luis in the ankle! Putting a lot of pressure on the leg. Luis pushes him away with a quick kick using his other leg and a huracanrana! Into the pin-

 

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Luis Diaz and Alessia Romano move on!

 

 

Steve: So these guys were the first combined tag champs here, right?

 

Colin: Right.

 

Steve: And I also get the sense that the whole Danger Room setup is primed for them. 

 

Kendra: Yeah, I'd think so.

 

Steve: Gonna be a hard, hard way to go for the other teams involved.

 

Colin: You're not wrong. But for now Krip and Diaz tag in Dog and Romano. Dog throws Romano across the ropes and drives Romano to the ground with a Spinebuster! Romano quick to her feet and returns the favor!! Romano going for the pin and H. Dog catches her in an arm-trapped headlock, but Romano gets her arm on the rope quickly. 

 

Kendra: Diaz tags her hand from the rope grab and SPRINGBOARD AXE KICK! Going for a pin but H. Dog gets the shoulder up easily. Diaz grabs Dog by the back of the neck and tag back to Romano, jumps in with a double axe handle to the back. H. Dog rocks her back with a Spinebuster and INVERTED STF! Or, FTS! 

 

Steve: Oh that looks way painful. Romano trying to get to the ropes, T. KRIP RUNS IN AND BOOTS DIAZ OFF THE APRON AND H. DOG YANKS HER TO THE CENTER! THAT'S HOW YA GOTTA DO IT.

 

Kendra: Romano taps! P. Crue are indeed dangerous!

 

P. Crue move on!

 

 

Steve: The only thing better than one Ravin' Raven is two Ravin' Ravens. But it's the original flavor we're seeing in action first.  

 

Colin: H. Dog doesn't care which flavor, he comes in with a stiff punch. And a boxing combo. Rave with the Irish Whip and tags in Lenore Usher, puts H. Dog into a sleeper, Lenore springboards into a Bionic Elbow and lands it on Dog's head! A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM! 

 

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Kendra: T. Krip breaks the pin with a stomp!

 

Steve: Dog, you gotta get TK Money in there. Quick tag to Rave, Rave springboards in and elbow drop to H. Dog. See, they get it!

 

Colin: H. Dog gets a back body drop on Rave N. H. Dog thinks he can handle it, I think the most action T. Krip has seen was saving him. H. Dog throws Rave N across the rope and hits her with a big boot. Elbow drop into a somewhat arrogant pin-Rave N kicks. Both of them gotta get out of there. Rave N into a headlock and a take on an inverted suplex!

 

Steve: Rave going for the tag OHHNOOOOO H. DOG PULLS HER BACK AROUND...POP UP POWERBOMB! H BOMB! 

 

1!

 

Steve: Lenore with the save! This wouldn't happen if you tagged. Dog deadlift into a powerslam.

 

Kendra: Dog throwing Rave back into the corner, coming outside the ropes and up to the turnbuckle.... DOG POUND!

 

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P. Crue moves on!

 

 

Steve: H. Dog still refusing to tag in! Deke the Freak charges in and gets rollicked by an H Bomb! 

 

Colin: H Dog goes for the pin but Deke kicks out. Dog stomps Deke out to punish him. Deke goes for a trip and a capoeira head spin kick!! 

 

Steve: DAAAAAMN.

 

Kendra: Deke takes Dog over to the corner, tags Zeke in, Deke setting him up for a Spike Piledriver! Zeke drives him down!! BLEAK!!

 

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Colin: T. Krip with the save! Feels a bit like a repeat of the Day 1 W2 tag match between these teams. Zeke coming back around and a tilt-a-whirl headscissors to Dog! Going for the pin again-

 

1!

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3!

 

Eak goes on!

 

 

Steve: Getting through three teams, and H. Dog refused to tag and it's ultimately cost the team. 

 

Colin: Gil Dan Stern starting against Zeke and he goes immediately into a GDS. 

 

1!

2!

 

Steve: Deke rescuing Zeke and Zeke hits a sitout gutwrench powerbomb on Gil! Going for a pin but Gil kicks out easily.

 

Kendra: Gil reaching for a tag and Zeke with a Natural Selection to stop him in his tracks! Zeke follows it up with a headbutt, but Stern with a snap Samoan Drop! And a deadlift side slam! I don't remember this in Shakespeare.

 

Steve: "Do you slam your side, sir!"

 

Colin: Gil going for another tag, Zeke from the other side of the ring with a front dropkick! Gil throws Zeke into the corner and FINALLY GETS THE TAG, Rose to the top and Gil takes Zeke by the feet! Passes him up to Rose, ROSE GETS HIM IN A TOMBSTONE! GIL LIFTS THEM BOTH OVER HIS HEAD ROSE FEET PLANTED ON HIS HANDS, GOES FOR THE JUMP AND A TOWER OF DOOM TOMBSTONE! THEY CALL THIS "R DEAD!"

 

Steve: Rose N Kratz and Gil Dan Stern R Dead...okay I see you!

 

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The Fools' Court moves on!

 

Steve: Three more teams to go including the tag champs at the end of the rope. I can't wait to see who comes out next.

 

 

Colin: THE YETIS ARE BACK! For the first time in 3 years the Yetis have graced the MAWL ring. 

 

Steve: One look at these dudes and I'm grateful they weren't in my W2. 2022 looks like it was a brutal year. 

 

Kendra: Yarp starting the fun off with Rose. Rose not afraid and quick two-punch to Yarp. Rose looking to tag but Yarp grabs her into an Inverted Front Slam! Yarp running off the ropes and a brutal splash! Yarp with the big swing and Rose gets launched to the other side of the ring!

 

Steve: Yeah, this is how I imagined this going. 

 

Colin: Don't count Rose out yet, she's running and jumping forearm! And a spin kick! Yarp seems mildly inconvenienced by these attacks. Rose rolls over to her corner and tags in Stern. Stern charges Yarp and a boot! This actually does startle him a tic. Yarp with the tag to Yerb and Yerb with a running headbutt to Stern. Stern staggers back!

 

Kendra: Bad enough when a littler dude does it but someone Yerb's size is definitely going to cause some damage. Stern undeterred and short-arm lariat! Stern gets Yerb up... gets him by the head! Lifting him up in an Elevated Vise! Yerb trying to kick out, Stern has him sky high and face down....and throws him like a discus! Throwing About of Brains! Going for a pin-

 

1!

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The Fools' Court moves on! 

 

 

Colin: We are in the home stretch! The winner of this match faces down the champs for the belt tonight. 

 

Steve: And the loser of that match gets the honored District 2 position. So this is a big one. Personally I'm excited, this has been a propulsive gauntlet, no team really trying to waste their time with barnburner matches. 

 

Kendra: Glen to start, quick punch to Stern and a sitout gutwrench powerbomb!! Going right for a pin but Stern kicks. Glen hits him with a headbutt and tags in Sour, Sour flipping over the rope and a leg bulldog! Stern gives Sour a punch to the back of the leg as he gets to his feet. He tries to go for the tag, she back suplexes him back to the center of the ring! 

 

Steve: Is she about to pull some horror movie shit? If so I'm here for it. Oh hey that rhymed!

 

Colin: Sure enough, she's crab walking towards where he landed, pushing herself up into a backflip and elbow drop! She calls that the Pub Crawl, and he may call that the end-

 

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RumRunners move to the final stage of the Gauntlet!

 

Steve: Bring on the Champs!

 

 

Kendra: You can tell that they don't want to be defending their titles right now and that they're pissed as a result. Davy Boy just unloading hammer fists on Wiski Sour, whips her off the ropes and lays her straight out with a Spinebuster! Davy Boy mounts her for a series of alternating fists, Wiski trying to fight him off and succeeds with a Monkey Flip OH Davy Boy lands on his feet and as Wiski gets to hers she's met with a Muay Thai style front kick! That bends her over!

 

Colin: Davy Boy takes this opportunity to come off the ropes and comes in with an Axe Kick NO! Wiski evades and Release German Suplex! She goes to tag in Glen, Davy Boy cuts her off with a dropkick and moves her away from the corner with an overhead belly to back. 

 

Steve: I guess this match will remain like Matzah. 

 

Kendra: I don't g-

 

Steve: UnLevened. 

 

Colin: Boo this man. 

 

Kendra: Davy Boy with a quick tag to Sombras, Davy Boy holding Wiski in a headlock and Sombras with a Shooting Star Stomp! Sombras takes a Springboard Opportunity to hit a Moonsault Knee Strike to the back of Wiski! Going for a Sliding Pin-

 

1!

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Kendra: Wiski kicks out! Rolls back and clothesline to Sombras taking Sombras right out of the ring!

 

Colin: Wiski trying to get to her corner now for the tag, SOMBRAS POPS IN FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING WITH SPRINGBOARD FRONT DROPKICK! 

 

Steve: Dude's magic. How'd he get to the other side of the ring so fast?

 

Kendra: Wiski tumbles back into the center of the ring, Sombras hits her with another front dropkick into the turnbuckle and a tag to Davy Boy. 

 

Colin: Superstar with a series of brutal knees to the midsection of Wiski and a high knee to the face! Wiski tumbles back and Davy Boy ripcords her into an Exploder Suplex in the corner! Quick tag now to Sombras.

 

Steve: This is high quality tag work from the champs, you'd think these two have been tagging for ages. Quick tags and cut the ring in half, make Wiski fight this one alone. Sombras flips over the ropes with a Blockbuster. 

 

Colin: Sombras back off the ropes, going for the Springboard and PHANTOM EMBRACE - NO! WISKI SIDESTEPS AND TURNS IT TO A URANAGE! HOT TAG TO GLEN! GLEN CHARGING FULL SPEED AND BICYCLE KICK TAKES DAVY BOY OFF THE APRON! RUNNING FOREARM SINKS SOMBRAS TO THE GROUND! GLEN ROARS TO THE CROWD AND TAKES A RUN, GOING FOR A LEAPING ELBOW AND NO ONE HOME! SOMBRAS AT THE TOP ROPE AND PHANTOM'S EMBRACE TO GLEN LEVEN!

 

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TH....NO! Glen kicks!

 

Steve: The Bread Rises! 

 

Kendra: Sombras trying not to let it get to him, Sombras stomping Glen then to the middle turnbuckle and an elbow drop! Tag into Davy Boy, Davy Boy picks Glen up into a Powerbomb and Sombras to the top, MUSHROOM STOMP POWERBOMB COMBO! Davy Boy with the pin -

 

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Davy Boy and Sombras win by Pinfall from Davy Boy to Glen Leven!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners and STILL Tag Team Champions, Superstar Davy Boy and Sombras, LA SANGRE MALDITA!

 

Davy Boy and Sombras stand tall in the ring, holding up their Tag Team Championships after a dominant defense. Confetti rains. The crowd roars. Fireworks light up the entrance ramp.

 

Kendra: Give it up for the Tag Team Champions, Sombras and Davy Boy! The most dominant duo in MAWL today—unified, focused, undeniable!

 

 

Ralph Silva sits alone in a dark, unfamiliar room. No screens. No entourage. Just a cracked mirror and a chair with peeling leather. He’s still wearing his signature dress shirt and slacks, but the collar’s unbuttoned. The usual shine in his hair is dulled by sweat.

 

The air hums with silence, the kind that presses on you. The only light comes from a flickering overhead bulb that swings slightly, creaking.

 

Ralph:

“They’ll come. Davy… Sombras… they just need time. I’ve built too much to—”

 

VOICE:

“No one’s coming, Ralph.”

 

Ralph stiffens. He turns, but sees no one. Just the mirror—and his own reflection, which seems to look more tired than he feels.

 

Ralph:

“Who the hell are you?”

 

A figure slowly steps from the shadows behind him. Their face is never fully shown. Gloved hands. A long coat. Calm. Unhurried.

 

Mysterious Figure:

“You’re waiting for loyalty. But loyalty in this business is a show—lights, noise, promises written in the air.”

 

They circle Ralph slowly, like a vulture with a philosophy degree.

 

Mysterious Figure:

“You think Davy needs you? He’s already plotting his brand without you. Sombras? He’s slipping back into shadows where you can’t reach him. Tragedeigh? She was never yours. She was ambition in disguise.”

 

Ralph:

“You’re wrong. I made them. I built La Sangre Maldita.”

 

Mysterious Figure:

“Built? Maybe. But now you’re a cracked foundation. They’re moving the house… without you.”

 

The figure leans in close behind him, their voice like a whisper in his spine.

 

Mysterious Figure:

“You were never the soul, Ralph. You were the scaffolding. And now they’ve outgrown you.”

 

A long silence. Ralph swallows hard. His hands clench in his lap. He tries to speak, but the words don’t come out.

 

Mysterious Figure:

“Here’s the part that stings: you’re not even being betrayed. You’re just… not missed.”

 

The figure turns and walks back into the dark, vanishing completely.

 

The bulb swings one more time.

 

Ralph alone, his reflection now off-center in the mirror.

He breathes heavily, lips parted slightly. For the first time… Ralph Silva looks small.

 

 

Marion Everwood, Lead Designer: Here at MAWLOTOV Studios, we've been focusing on wrestling games and particularly MAWL. I'm sure my cohort Shakti Dara has been telling you about MAWL Madness 2 and we're very excited about that coming out. BUT, we're even more excited to announce our first Open World game-

 

 

Marion: In Gozu World Tour, you have a few play options.

 

First there is the Gozu Goez Nuts Mode, a free travel mode where you can destroy just about anything, throw people around everywhere, just absolute destruction. 

 

If you're feeling more mission-based, there is also of course Gozu GoezTu, based on the running bit of the same name. This mode is both educational and specific - you start in various cities in America and work your way internationally. You have to toss the tourists who speak the wrong information. Each city has four locations and at the end, you'll face one of your rivals from MAWL. If you unlock them, you will be able to play as them in Free Mode and Competitive Modes, which include but are not limited to Tourist Toss and Rampage Race. Naturally, the first two we can reveal are Ragnarrr in Hartford and Kid Kross in New York. 

 

There is no paid DLC, no goddamn microtransactions, everything is unlockable within the game, and the online modes will have free updates with other unlockables. 

 

So let's get wrecking!

 

 

Location: Unknown. Concrete walls. A single chair. A bolted door that doesn’t open. A fixed light above, buzzing faintly. Ralph Silva sits in a dress shirt that’s wrinkled from hours of stillness. He hasn’t spoken aloud in a while. His watch has stopped ticking.

 

 

Suddenly, a monitor embedded in the wall flickers to life. No sound. Just a loading screen.

 

Ralph:

“Finally. About damn time.”

 

He stands slowly, walking toward the screen as it lights up. MAWL’s logo pulses for a moment… then transitions into a live arena feed.

 

 

Ralph’s eyes flicker—recognition, pride, anticipation.

 

He leans closer to the screen.

 

Ralph:

“Yeah... that’s my team. Let’s hear it. Come on, say it…”

 

Kendra: Give it up for the Tag Team Champions, Sombras and Davy Boy! The most dominant duo in MAWL today—unified, focused, undeniable!

 

Ralph:

"Say it. Say who brought them here. Say who built the machine.”

 

No mention of Ralph.

No cut to a graphic.

No backstage manager celebrating with them.

Just the two—Sombras and Davy—standing tall… alone.

 

CUT TO SOCIAL MEDIA CLIP – AUTO-PLAYING ON THE MONITOR

 

Now the live feed drops out. A pre-recorded Instagram story starts playing automatically.

 

The camera’s vertical. Someone’s filming in the backstage area.

 

Tragedeigh walks by a group of stagehands. A podcast host shouts out:

 

 

Podcaster:

“Yo! Where’s Ralph Silva these days?”

 

Tragedeigh:

“…Don’t think about it much.”

 

She doesn’t even look annoyed. It’s said with the carelessness of someone commenting on the weather.

 

Ralph freezes. He rewinds. Replays it.

 

“Don’t think about it much.”

 

He mouths the words. They hit like glass splintering inside his chest.

 

CUT TO MAWL POST – COMMENT SECTION

 

Now the screen shows a MAWL Official Twitter/X post.

 

@MAWLwrestling

“Sombras & Davy Boy = unmatched. What should we call this dominant era?”

 

Top Comment:

“#RalphlessReign”

1,286 likes.

Heart emoji. Fire emoji. Comment after comment.

 

“They don’t need a mouthpiece anymore.”

“They’re finally unleashed.”

“He was just a suit anyway.”

 

He stares blankly at the monitor. His chest rises, but he doesn’t exhale. His hand goes to his shirt collar, like he’s trying to adjust his confidence.

 

The screen goes black.

 

Then a final image appears—subtle, taunting:

 

“You’re not being betrayed, Ralph.

You’re being edited out.”

 

The screen fades to black. The message still echoes in Ralph's head:

 

"You’re not being betrayed, Ralph.

You’re being edited out."

 

The room is silent. The monitor powers off with a faint pop. No fanfare. No music. No transition. Just… silence.

 

Ralph remains still for a long moment. His hand drops from his collar. The sharp breath he’d been holding is finally exhaled—but it’s not relief. It’s surrender.

 

Ralph:

“…No recap? No breaking news? No graphic with my name?”

 

He chuckles. It’s hollow, small—then it cracks in the middle, like a floorboard giving way.

 

Ralph:

“Do they think this is how I go out? Faded credits and a tagline?”

 

He paces the room, one hand dragging across the wall. His voice grows louder—not shouting, but trembling with fury that’s starting to rot into despair.

 

Ralph:

“I gave them the image. The brand. The direction. Without me, they were scattered! Davy was still posting gym selfies! Sombras wouldn’t say a damn word without me to shape the silence!”

 

He spins toward the monitor again, even though it’s blank.

 

Ralph:

“I named the faction. I gave it identity. I put the blade in their hands and told them where to cut!”

 

He pounds the wall. Once. Twice. The sound echoes.

 

He pauses. Looks at his shaking hands. Then lowers them.

 

Ralph (quieter):

“…Maybe I should’ve seen it coming. They never looked back. Not once.”

 

He walks to the chair. Sits. Rubs his face with both hands. Breathes.

 

Then, something strange happens. He laughs again—but not bitter. Just… confused.

 

Ralph:

“You know what hurts the most? Not that they left. Not even that they’re better off.”

 

He looks toward the ceiling.

 

Ralph:

“It’s that no one asked where I went.”

 

Beat.

 

“…Not one of them.”

 

He closes his eyes. For the first time, not as Ralph Silva the architect, not the manipulator, not the manager. Just a man in a chair. A man whose voice is no longer missed.

 

A beat of silence. Then:

 

The monitor flickers back on. No warning. No sound. Just a still image:

 

A candle. Flickering.

 

Underneath it, a line of text:

 

“When the light fades… do the shadows even care?”

 

Ralph doesn’t react. Not right away.

 

He just… watches the candle.

 

Like he’s trying to remember what it felt like to matter.

 

 

VHS-style static fades into MANTA RAY standing on a beach backdrop (clearly fake), arms crossed, in full gear with neon wetsuit-style trim. A synth track swells underneath.

 

 

Manta Ray:

“Some people say the tide always comes back in…

But Manta Ray?

I never left the shoreline!”

 

Cut to: Manta jogging up stone steps like Rocky—except he's carrying a child’s drawing taped to a boogie board.

 

Manta Ray:

“You can throw rocks at the sea, but it still rises.

You can try to drown hope…

But I’ve got gills made of grit and a backstroke powered by justice!”

 

Cut to: Manta pointing dramatically at the camera, American flag and luchador mask flapping behind him.

 

Manta:

“I’m not just here to wrestle.

I’m here to show every kid out there with holes in their shoes and dreams in their chest—

That they can FIGHT BACK!

That they can DIVE DEEP into the current of life—

And come out holding the treasure of self-respect!”

 

Suddenly cuts to a montage: Manta doing sit-ups with orphans cheering, flipping tires in the rain, helping someone change a flat tire, and hugging a stray dog.

 

Manta Ray (voice-over):

“When you hit the bottom of the ocean, you don’t sink…

You launch upward.

Because pressure? It makes diamonds.

But in the water?

It makes MANTA RAY.”

 

Final shot: Manta stands on a lifeguard tower with lightning flashing behind him, holding a child-drawn sign that says “Believe!”

 

Manta (yelling into the storm):

“And to the doubters? The shadows? The sharks circling here in this sea we call MAWL?

I say one thing:

“RAY-BOUND AND REEF-LESS!”

 

**Because this isn’t about violence.

This is about VICTORY.

This is about VIRTUE.

This is about VELOCITY—AND VISION—AND VITAMIN SEA!"

 

Cheesy 80s narrator voice fades in as Manta flexes in the rain:

 

Narrator:

MANTA RAY: COMING SOON TO MAWL...

PERSEVERANCE HAS A NEW POSTER BOY.

 

 

End with freeze frame. Electric guitar sting.

 

We smash cut from Manta’s triumphant freeze-frame… straight into a flat silence. The monitor sits in the locker room, frozen on the last shot of Manta yelling into the lightning with “VITAMIN SEA!” echoing faintly in the background.

 

Davy Boy is seated with his arms crossed, staring at the screen with his jaw slightly slack.

 

 

Sombras is leaned against the wall, arms folded, his Tag Title draped over one shoulder. His face shows no emotion—only mild existential fatigue.

 

 

Tragedeigh, seated backwards on a folding chair, rests her chin on the chair back like she just watched a toddler slam poetry recital.

 

 

Davy Boy:

“…What the hell was that? Was I just recruited into a cult?”

 

Tragedeigh:

“‘Gills made of grit’ and a ‘boogie board of justice?’”

She fake-wipes a tear.

“Wow. I’m inspired. I’m changed.”

 

Sombras:

“He challenged the concept of drowning… with a hug.”

 

Davy:

“Somebody get that man a cape and a sandwich board. He’s five minutes away from preaching motivational slogans in front of a Whole Foods.”

 

They replay the final shot—Manta screaming, holding the “BELIEVE!” sign in the fake thunderstorm.

 

Tragedeigh:

“‘This isn’t about violence. This is about victory… and VITAMIN SEEEEEEAAA!’”

 

Davy Boy:

“You know what’s wild? He’s serious. That fish thinks he’s the tide.”

 

Sombras:

“Let him believe in waves. When we step in that ring… we drag him under.”

 

Tragedeigh:

“No lifeguards. No lifeline. Just undertow.”

 

The three exchange knowing looks. The laughter fades. The tone shifts slightly: no longer just mockery—but the kind of silent agreement that ends with someone getting wrecked.

 

Davy Boy:

“You want to shut him up with a pin? Or should we let him give another speech from a stretcher?”

 

Sombras (quiet):

“Let him speak all he wants.

No one listens underwater.”

 

Tragedeigh (to herself, darkly amused):

“Someone’s gonna have to scrape him off the reef when we’re done.”

 

The monitor replays the “BELIEVE!” sign one more time. This time, with a glitch. The word fades—

Letter by letter—

Until it simply reads:

 

“LEAVE.”

 

 

Cut to a dim room. No time, no clock, just the same low hum. Ralph Silva sits in the same metal chair, his shirt now untucked, his sleeves rolled to the elbow like he’s searching for answers in the folds of his skin.

 

 

A new monitor buzzes on. A video feed plays—grainy, not MAWL broadcast, more like a hidden security tap.

 

On Screen: The La Sangre Maldita Lounge – Live Feed

 

Davy Boy, Sombras, and Tragedeigh are mid-laughter, still mocking Manta Ray’s promo.

 

Tragedeigh:

“Believe in the reef, kids!”

 

Davy Boy:

“Yeah, believe you’re about to get bodyslammed by the tide!”

 

Sombras:

“He talks about fighting for kids... but fights like he’s made of pillows.”

 

More laughter. Another toast. Another jab.

 

Back to Ralph – Silent, Watching.

 

He doesn’t react at first. He just watches. Like a disappointed father… or a spurned strategist. His fingers tighten around the edge of the chair.

 

Ralph:

“No. No, no, no… that’s not the plan.”

 

He leans forward, eyes narrowing as Davy leans back and throws a grape into his mouth.

 

Ralph:

“You don’t pick fights you don’t need to. Especially not with the people the crowd loves. Especially not him.”

 

He stands slowly. The camera flickers behind him.

 

Ralph:

“You don’t mock virtue… not unless you’re ready to bleed for it.”

 

He begins pacing. The monitor now replays the moment where Sombras says, “Let him speak all he wants. No one listens underwater.”

 

Ralph (angrily):

“No. Sombras, you were the shadow, not the flame. I gave you fire. You were silence—I gave it meaning. And now?”

 

He points at the monitor.

 

Ralph:

“You’re playing street theater. With children’s heroes.”

 

He stops pacing. The lights flicker once—deliberately. A second screen flickers on beside the first. It shows an image of Manta Ray, backstage alone, adjusting his mask in the mirror. Focused. Quiet. Strong.

 

Ralph (soft):

“He’s not the fool. You are.”

 

Ralph walks back to his chair. Sits slowly. Looks at both screens—his former faction on one, Manta on the other.

 

Ralph:

“You’re not building legacy anymore.

You’re just writing punchlines.

And when they stop laughing...

I’ll be the one who decides who drowns.”

 

The monitor now shows static. The faint laughter of his former faction has long faded. It’s been silent for hours. The silence isn’t just absence—it’s designed.

 

Ralph stands. He paces the small perimeter of the room. Controlled breaths. Not panic. Strategy.

 

Ralph:

“First, the feed.

Then the messages.

Then the silence.”

He turns slowly toward the door with no handle.

“This isn’t punishment.

This is provocation.”

 

A quiet hum builds. A panel on the far wall slides open for the first time, revealing a flat drawer. Inside: one item.

 

A journal. Black leather. A gold hourglass symbol on the cover.

 

Ralph steps toward it, cautious. He opens it. Inside:

 

"You were the architect. But even architects forget the foundations they bury."

 

He flips the page. The next one reads:

 

"Why did they follow you?"

 

Ralph’s hand tightens on the book. He speaks, not to the room—but to whoever is listening.

 

Ralph:

“Because I made them feel inevitable.”

 

He flips another page.

 

"Who are you without them?"

 

Ralph stops flipping. He sets the book down. He turns toward the camera embedded in the corner of the room—barely visible in the dark.

 

Ralph:

“You already know who I am. So what is it you want?”

He tilts his head slightly.

“This isn’t about retribution. If it were, you’d have killed me or paraded me by now.”

 

“You’re watching. Waiting for something. Not answers—recognition.”

 

Another pause.

 

“So let’s skip the riddles.”

 

The lights go out. A soft mechanical click echoes. The door slides open—just an inch.

 

Not enough to leave. Just enough to know it can be opened.

 

Inside the frame, on the floor:

 

A small brass key.

 

And a folded note:

"This time… you don’t lead.

You follow.

If you understand that…

Then we begin."

 

Ralph stares at the key.

Then the door.

Then the note.

 

Ralph (to himself):

“…I see.”

 

He picks up the key. The door doesn’t open further. The test isn't physical. It's intellectual.

 

Ralph sits again. Opens the journal.

And begins writing.

 

Not answers.

Not apologies.

 

Blueprints.

 

 

Steve: I'm a huge gamer and I gotta tell ya how just absolutely hyped I am about the Gozu game. If you're gonna take the MAWL video game experience outside the ring then this is the only way to do it. And cheers to them for moving away from microtransaction nonsense and paid DLC. One of my favorite video game experiences was the early Tekken games when you unlocked players by beating the game so it's cool to see some of that old school mentality. 

 

 

Colin: Absolutely have to agree with you, but I also want to talk about this Gauntlet and what it means for the upcoming Danger Room Match at Mayday. 

 

 

Kendra: Immediately I see an advantage for La Family, Eak! and P. Crue. They are the three teams here I think are most comfortable with brutality and most adaptable to any kind of weapon. One of those teams, the placement almost doesn't matter cause they could beat you silly with a rubber chicken. 

 

Colin: MAWLIWOOD do have that coveted number 1 spot though, and they wouldn't make a big deal of the whole setup if the weapons weren't pretty significantly discrepant in their effectiveness. 

 

Steve: I watch a lot of cooking shows Colin and something I notice in Next Level Chef for example is that the top few people aren't consistently the ones in best condition to win. There's a risk of picking what you think is just going to be the most effective and impactful weapon but if it's not something you're actually comfortable with, you're gonna have a bad go of it. The people in the best position are the people who pick smart, so I'd say anyone in the first 6 districts has an equal shot at winning. Beyond that, it gets a little dicier and in that space I think you are both right. I would put money that Le Lutteur will at longest be the third eliminated. Nice N Normal I think are gonna hit the showers fairly early as well. 

 

Kendra: And Los Heroes? They're literally in the last space and their communication has been off recently. 

 

Steve: You know, I don't think they're gonna win necessarily but I actually think they'll last longer than the Blondes, just because of their fervent desire to get their hands on them and because the Blondes are pretty precious. Being in the back of the line will I think be a disadvantage for them, but I can see them going at least half the match before someone dines on Turtle Soup.  

 

Colin: It will certainly be interesting to see what happens, especially as we don't know what actual dangers lie in the Danger Room. But what we do know is we still have half a card to go tonight, so let's keep it rolling with our next match.

 

NO HOLDS BARRED

BLOOD DRAWN VS SOLEMN GUARDIAN

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a No Holds Barred match and it is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before this theme music begins. A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage as he slowly makes his way to the ring.

 

 

Ash: First! From Steelhaven, weighing in at 285 pounds, BLOOD DRAWN!

 

Colin: Blood Drawn has a bone to pick with Solemn Guardian after Guardian effectively took him out of the running in the Taxiderby match. 

 

Kendra: Guardian was out there defending Moon, who Blood Drawn was putting out of the match with that series of powerbombs. 

 

He stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.

 

 

Black smoke covers the front view when Guardian walks out. Ominous bells and ringing with the hiss of snakes the cawwing of ravens and soft chanting can be heard.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Huntington, West Virginia, weighing in at 165 pounds, the SOLEMN GUARDIAN.

 

Guardian walks down the ramp slowly carrying a tome, cold air surrounding him as he comes. 

 

Guardian enters the ring and the bell rings.

 

Colin: Guardian and Blood Drawn stare each other down in the ring. 

 

Steve: If you've ever wondered what it would be like to have an Air Conditioner and a Heater fight each other, this match is feeling a bit like that. 

 

Kendra: Blood Drawn gets first crack as he drills Guardian with a headbutt, and nails a second one right away. Blood Drawn continuing with a quick 1-2 punch and Irish Whip to Guardian.

 

Colin: Guardian back around and Drawn absolutely rattles him with that Two-Hand Chokeslam! Guardian struggling to his feet and first sign of life there, Guardian with a leg trip. 

 

Steve: If you can take and keep a big fighter off their feet, you have half the battle in hand. But that doesn't last long and Drawn rises up with a brutal uppercut that takes Guardian off his feet. WHOA! Good air control by Guardian and he comes back down with a Double Axe Handle.

 

Kendra: Guardian finally getting into this match, throwing a haymaker and a second haymaker, taking a run and DUCKING BLOOD'S BOOT BACK AROUND AND A BULLDOG. Blood up to his feet quickly, Guardian coming back for another Bulldog and eats the Hip Toss. And Blood with a brutal stomp to the midsection of Guardian. Guardian not able to maintain momentum. 

 

Colin: Steve you talk about how size doesn't matter a lot, is that true when there's a 120 pound difference?

 

Steve: It's not that it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of altering your game plan. I'm not gonna have the same fight with a 400 pounder that I will with a 200 pounder, I'm just not, but I am likely to win either one of those matches if I play it right. Guardian has to switch up his strategy to keep his momentum going if he wants a shot at making this work. Ah, see, Guardian hits a slide kick to the legs of Blood. That kinda strategy might work. 

 

Kendra: GUARDIAN GETS HIMSELF UNDER BLOOD AND CONCILIATION SAMOAN DROP! GOING FOR THE PIN- quick kick out by Blood Drawn. 

 

Colin: Guardian keeping the pressure on with some stomps, but Blood Drawn grabbing the leg now and lifting up...Elevated Spinebuster! And a devastating fist drop to Guardian. Guardian attempts a possum roll up but Drawn kicks with no issue. 

 

Kendra: Guardian tries to get him into a DDT BLOOD DRAWN WITH A BACK BODY DROP SENDING GUARDIAN OUT OF THE RING!!

 

Steve: Call him the Slalom Guardian cause it's all going downhill.

 

Colin: Blood Drawn lifts Guardian up, carrying him over to the Spanish...reconsidering, that's fair, the Spanish Announcers get it a lot... over to the German Announcers' Desk AND BLOODLINE BREAKER THROUGH THE TABLE!

 

Steve: Mein Gott! 

 

Kendra: Here in MAWL No Holds Barred has a Falls Count Anywhere connotation, Andra coming down to make the count-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Blood Drawn wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, BLOOD DRAWN!

 

Colin: And Blood Drawn seems unsatisfied with that victory, picks Guardian up again, to the French Announcers' Table and Bloodline Breaker Number 2!! Taking Guardian on a World Tour and he's heading for the India Table...WAIT!

 

 

Kendra: Moon's waiting for him at the India Table! Has he been on commentary this whole time?

 

Steve: I think he might have gotten over there during the commercial break but regardless he kicks the table at Blood Drawn and catches Guardian! 

 

Colin: Moon returning the favor for Guardian's stopping the onslaught at Taxiderby. I feel this may not be over between Moon and Blood Drawn. 

 

Kendra: Speaking on longstanding rivalries-

 

Steve: Colin wasn't kidding, you are the transition queen. 

 

Kendra: Coming next is a fiery match that takes it back to the Malice show and all the events surrounding that, as word is Psycho Supremacy and Currency Cartel aren't the only ones from that whole event to make their way to MAWL Proper. For those who remember, Morgan Maverick tried to convince Guinevere to team with her as the Fabulous Firebirds under the Zora label, and Guinevere roundly refused the invitation. So that's all going to come to a head right here and now.

 

MORGAN MAVERICK VS THE FIREBIRD GUINEVERE

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

Money falls from the sky as Morgan Maverick comes out, glittering fur coat, surrounded by admirers.

 

 

Ash: First! Representing Zora Luthor International, with her pet eagle Jalen, From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, The Philly Phortune, MORGAN MAAAAAVERICK!

 

The audience boos.

 

Steve: This woman's gone through more identities than Doctor Who. 

 

 

A firebird reflects on the screen. The crowd absolutely loses it as Guinevere runs out to the stage, and as she roars the firebird majestically extends its wings on the tron and flames shoot around her.

 

 

Ash: And her opponent! From Grabtown, North Carolina, the Firebird, GUINEVERE!!

 

Steve: This crowd is absolutely electric for Guinevere. My people have good taste.

 

Kendra: Guinevere and Morgan have unfinished business.

 

Guinevere runs down the ramp high fiving fans, but never taking her eyes off Morgan as she slides into the ring. Morgan begins beating her down and the bell rings.

 

Colin: Maverick not even waiting for the bell and just diving right into it. Guinevere throws the punches right back at her. Maverick spins her around by her arm and right into that Million Dollar Dream that she calls PM²! Guinevere flailing and trying to get her arms anywhere she can, Maverick wrenching the hold, Guinevere able to push her off and around to the ropes, catches her on the rebound with the flipping arm drag! 

 

Kendra: Morgan goes for a short-arm lariat, Guinevere ducks it and Pele Kick to the back of the head! Guinevere taking a run and going for the tilt-a-whirl headscissors NO MORGAN PARLAYS THAT INTO THE MORG AND DOWN SHE GOES!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Morgan Maverick wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your Winner, The Philly Phortune, MORGAN MAVERICK!

 

Colin: Maverick just absolutely dominant in that match. 

 

Steve: You gotta admit, Guinevere showed a lot of heart breaking out of that hold like that. 

 

Kendra: Absolutely and OH NO WHAT IS MORGAN DOING...SHE HAS A BAG OF BIRD SEED! SHE POURS IT ON GUINEVERE! DON'T...DON'T...SHE RELEASES JALEN! Guinevere is in a lot of tro-

 

 

Kendra: THE MOONBLADE IS HERE! AIKO IS MAWL! AND SHE COMES TO THE AIDE OF GUINEVERE AS SHE SHOOS AWAY JALEN THE BIRD WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER! Morgan rolling out of the ring and chasing after her pet. 

 

Steve: I love watching people stick together. Aiko helping Guinevere get the feed off her as they exit. Morgan could have just taken the win, and instead she chose violence. F.A.F.O. 

 

 

Sanity in Ring are staring directly at the camera with the Sanity In Ring flag behind them. 

 

 

Lou: Do you think our mission is done just because we rid this hellhole of that turd in a towel?

 

 

Brick: Do you think our mission is done because some bible-thumpers and red-tape carriers have claimed to be the new voice of reason here?

 

 

Manda: Do you think our mission is done because two rappers are in the hospital and celebrity presence has been greatly reduced here?

 

 

Pam: Do you think our mission is done because people are starting to put away their children's costumes?

 

Lou: There are bigger turds in fancier towels. 

 

Brick: Our mission is not religious. In fact, we look at you Bible Humpers the same as all these other wack jobs. The only sanctity is sanity.

 

Manda: Celebrity culture still stinks up every element of this hellhole.

 

Pam: And my idiot former "best friend" is still hopping around like a goddamn flappy bird. 

 

Lou: We are not done until you are all flushed.

 

Brick: We are not done until you are all recognizing the ring is a place of power and pain, not a place of Looney Tunes and Merry Melodies.

 

Manda: We are not done until you idiots cease to cheer and idolize boozehounds and little fish. 

 

Pam: We. Are. Not. Done.

 

 

Steve: Do you think they're done? I get this sneaking suspicion they might not be done.

 

 

Colin: Very insightful of you.

 

Steve: My deductive reasoning is one of my strong suits.

 

 

Kendra: Well they're in action next, so yeah, I get the idea that it's not a done scenario as of yet.

 

SURVIVOR TAG

SANITY IN RING VS TYLER HAYES AND BIRDS OF PLAY

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is an elimination tag match!

 

 

Sanity in Ring march single file to the ring.

 

 

Ash: First! The team of Pam Arnasdóttir, Manda Miento, Lou Bison, and Brick Benson, SANITY IN RING!

 

 

Birds of Play mimic flying around the entrance to the drums.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, Pen Gwen, Paulie Parrot, and Petey Peacock, Birds of Play!

 

Birds of Play run down high fiving everyone. They jump into the ring.

 

 

Lights go out before his music hits, then the Pretender is blasted through the stadium with Yellow & Green lights floating over the crowd. When ready the lights will meet directly at the top of the crowd. Where Tyler is standing proud,

 

 

Tyler: And their partner, from Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 220 pounds, Tyler Hayes!!

 

He makes his way down through the crowd making sure to shake hands with anyone who wants it. He signs an autograph for a fan at the front of the barrier, jumps over the barricade and does a lap of the ring smacking the crowds hands as he comes around, he shakes hands with the commentators, slides into the ring and shakes hands with the ref, and leans back on to the turnbuckle waiting for his opponent.

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: Pam and Gwen to start, Gwen with a quick pair of punches, whips Pam across the way and catches her in a Belly to Belly, scooping her up again and an ELEVATED Belly to Belly! Looking to take her former partner out of the running quickly but Pam kicks from the pin. Arm whip by Gwen now into an Armbar, Pam pulls her arm out fairly easily.

 

Steve: Keeping your opponent on the defensive as long as you can is always the way to go. Which you can read more about in my book, Obvious Things are Obvious. 

 

Colin: Another quick punch to Pam and a tag now to Tyler Hayes. They lock up and Pam gets Tyler in a headlock, lifting him high up and SIRTAIN DOOM! Tyler undeterred, hooks Pam's leg into a single leg takedown! Going for his take on the Figure 4! Is he going for the arm...yes! Outback Lock!

 

Steve: Pam looking like she's starting to fade out a bit...there's a lot of hold in that hold... Bison jumps in and saves her with a knee to the head of Tyler. Tyler up and Bison ravages him with the big boot! Pam follows it up with a jumping knee! You don't have to like em, but you can't deny the teamwork of Sanity in Ring.

 

Kendra: Pam gets in a dragon sleeper on Tyler BUT TYLER FLIPS BACK AND REVERSES! Lou tries to rescue her again but Tyler rolls them out of the way and keeps the hold on! Pam taps!!

 

Pam Arnasdóttir is eliminated by Tyler Hayes!

 

Lou Bison enters the match. 

 

Colin: And with Lou's attempt to save Pam he is now considered the legal man. Tyler to his feet and headbutt by Lou Bison! Tyler goes for a punch, Lou deflects and a throat thrust! Quick powerslam into a pin attempt-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tyler Hayes is eliminated by Lou Bison!

 

Pen Gwen enters the match.

 

Kendra: Lou tags in Brick, and a double gut punch to Pen. Pen thrust into the corner, Brick to Manda and double turnbuckle slam. Pen quickly gets herself up to the middle turnbuckle and somersault powerbomb! Going for a pin-

 

1!

 

Colin: Manda kicks up and exploder suplex to Pen! Pen quickly to her feet and huracanrana! She drops Manda right on his head! And goes for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Steve: Can't keep Manda down. Shoulder up now... Pen Gwen whips Manda into the corner and tag to Paulie Parrot, Paulie up to the top turnbuckle! Pen Gwen passing Manda up to him and Paulie gets Manda in the small package... PEN GETS THEM ON HER SHOULDERS AND A TOWER OF DOOM SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER! HOT DAMN!

 

Kendra: Manda just got Egg Dropped! Paulie with the cover-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Manda Miento is eliminated by Paulie Parrot!

 

Brick Benson enters the match.

 

Steve: Mr. Tough Guy himself has entered the match and Paulie immediately greets him with a Canadian Destroyer! The cover-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Brick Benson is eliminated by Paulie Parrot!

 

Lou Bison enters the match.

 

Colin: And Brick looks just as confused as to what just happened as many in this arena are! 

 

Steve: It don't matter, he got splattered, see ya. 

 

Kendra: Lou Bison against the Birds of Play. This just became a handicap match and Lou is gonna have to take it from the top. Prevents Paulie from tagging with a punch to the spine. Paulie turns around and responds with a spin kick. Bison grabs the leg and spins him around, scoops him up into a Canadian Backbreaker! And adding the armbar for emphasis!! He calls this the Iron Bar! 

 

Steve: Oh you can hear the back crack, that is not a pretty sound. Paulie struggling...Petey with the save via Chop Block! Paulie takes advantage of the chop block and Achilles Lock to Lou! Lou trying to get to the ropes and Paulie wrenches that ankle, you can feel the impact of the chop block as Lou is unable to keep himself in the match and taps! Birds are the Word!

 

Lou Bison last is eliminated by Paulie Parrot, making the Birds of Play the winners!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Tyler Hayes and the Birds of Play!

 

Steve: NOW they might be done. That was a pretty big walloping. 

 

Colin: It's going to give them some momentum going into the Next Level Match at Mayday. 

 

Kendra: And the next match will have potential serious Mayday implications. If Violet can make it through she'll be added to the US Title Match.

 

GAUNTLET

VIOLET VS KRUEL

 

Ash: The following is a gauntlet!

 

 

As she bursts out of the gate, she finishes taping down her fists forearm length. When she is done, she stops and throws a haymaker forward, and two pyros explode. She takes her time, touching hands with fans.

 

 

Ash: First! From Los Angeles, Violet!

 

 

Colin: The Gauntlet is open! Here we go into Violet's battle against Kruel. She has to beat 4 Kruel members and then she's added to the title match between Kiki Kruel and Sarah Sharp! First stop is Kyyshi Kruel. 

 

Kendra: And Violet is not wasting any time, throwing huge punch combos and really pushing Kyyshi back into a defensive state. 

 

Steve: I know it's not the most exciting for the fans but it's like the tag match... in a match like this you have to try to put the first three away as quick as you can. Conserve the energy a bit and then use it for the final boss so to speak. 

 

Colin: You and Violet seem to thinking in tandem, she hits the Bandit Country and nearly takes Kyyshi's head clean off.

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kyyshi Kruel is eliminated!

 

 

Kendra: Kacy takes Spot 2. 

 

Steve: Now I know that I want Violet to win but I gotta give it up for the Tri-State. Kacy represents NJ well. Or she did. Now she's representing what I hate about the state. Back on Violet's side. 

 

Kendra: Kacy dodging the right punch, rolling away from the left, leg trip and Violet facing her first trouble in this match. Kacy off the ropes and handspring cartwheel splash. 

 

Steve: I think Violet may have accidentally gone from easy to hard, skipped normal mode entirely. She has to try to find a mistake in Kacy's offense. 

 

Colin: Kacy stomping Violet out and she pulls her up by the hair...drives Violet head first into the post! Going for the double knee, Violet could be in trouble but Violet holds on to the ropes and Kacy flung off! Bouncing up to the middle rope, coming around and Springboard Reverse DDT! Continuing the momentum with a run and she doesn't often use this move but here comes the Reality Check Shining Wizard by Violet and Kacy ducks! Violet to the outside! 

 

Kendra: That's not gonna give her confidence using that move. Violet has to be frustrated, she can't let that frustration get the best of her. 

 

Steve: No, I know from experience that your own reactions are a more brutal enemy than your opponents have the time. Violet jumping onto the top of the turnbuckle and going for a diving knee, no! Kacy cartwheels out of the way and I don't think Violet is going to beat her at the high-flying game, hell I'm not convinced I could beat Kacy at speed and high-flying and that's my bread and banana butter. Jump kick to the back of Violet, sends her back to the apron.

 

Kendra: Kacy back around and going for a dropkick through the middle rope and Violet moves this time! Violet hits the diving knee this time, and a back suplex! 

 

1!

 

Colin: Violet using a power game is going to give her more of a chance, to your point earlier Steve the speed and flight game is not going to be where Violet gets her W against Kacy. Violet hits another big suplex onto the floor.

 

2!

 

Steve: Violet's got Kacy up and a Brainbuster onto the steps! Violet learned and it's serving her well. Violet throws her back into the ring and goes for the cover.

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kacy Kruel is eliminated!

 

 

Colin: Kacy gives way to Kelly, and warrior gives way to legend. 

 

Steve: Kelly, used to be nice they named her twice and now so brutal she'll kick your poodle. And she puts a boot to Violet, throws Violet into the corner and choking her out. The ref starting to count-

 

1!

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3!

 

Kendra: Kelly lets go, but face wash to Violet. Kelly charging back and going for the Stinger Splash and VIOLET BUSTS HER OUT OF THE CORNER WITH BANDIT COUNTRY!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kelly Kruel is eliminated!

 

Steve: After the trouble that Kacy gave her, that must have been a welcome reprieve for Violet but she's got one more fight to go. 

 

 

Kendra: If Kacy showed the high flying side of Kruel, and Kelly demonstrated the dirty underhanded side, and Kyyshi would have been the technical side, then Kylie is the culmination of all of these. Kylie with a slap to Violet, gets her hair and drives her straight to the ground. Kylie in her face and shouting some things I don't really feel the need to repeat.

 

Colin: As SM Heartbreaker would say, Meow.

 

Steve: As SM Heartbreaker would prove, more mouth than talent. Violet boots her away and STO.

 

Colin: I wouldn't be so quick to count SM or Kylie out. Kylie with a rocket kick that pushes Violet into the corner. 

 

Kendra: Violet backflips herself over the corner and headsmash to Kylie onto the turnbuckle! Going for the Springboard Reverse DDT and Kylie reverses into a backbreaker! Stomping onto the face of Violet, and a Face Wash! Going to wrap the Charity Case Crossface in and it looks like she might get it, but Violet trying to keep her left hand free and punches to the rib of Kylie, gets her up and a deadlift back suplex! 

 

Steve: Violet to the legs, and a Slingshot! Violet going for the Bandit Country, Kylie ducks and Superkick! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Violet gets to the rope! Kylie frustrated and foot choke over the bottom rope. 

 

Steve: It's brutal when you play your greatest hits and an encore is still required. 

 

Kendra: Kylie pulls Violet back and looking to lock in the Charity Case again, raking the eyes of Violet to get momentum going, but that gives Violet a chance to get a hold of Kylie's hands and bridges over into a double arm lock. Kylie reverses into a backslide pin!

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Kylie Kruel frustrated, Violet not staying down. Kylie screaming in her face and pimp slaps her! And again! Kylie whips her off the ropes and going for that Superkick, Violet ducks, tries to swing for the Bandit Country, Kylie ducks and back body drop, VIOLET LANDS ON HER FEET AND SUPERKICK TO KYLIE!

 

1!

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3!

 

Kylie Kruel is eliminated! Violet wins!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, VIOLET!

 

Kendra: Violet punches her ticket back into that match!! 

 

Colin: And here comes the champ, she doesn't look happy.

 

 

Kendra: I wouldn't be either if my title shot were made to be a triple threat. She's getting into the ring and she's looking to deck Violet with that belt and-

 

 

Kendra: Ace Anarchy makes the save!! Ace Anarchy to the rescue of Violet, and this is going to get our next match going now!

 

ACE ANARCHY VS KIKI KRUEL

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Colin: Kiki starting with some quick punches to Anarchy and rolls him into the Itoh Punish right from jump! Ace Anarchy struggling to get to the ropes and oh no-

 

 

Kendra: What the hell is TM Ichiban doing out here?

 

Steve: Creating a distraction. Don't fall for it Andra and she's trying to wave him off, Kiki reaching into her hair and there's the knuckles! Ace is out! Do Refs just not hear brass knuckles? Cause I've been knucked a few times and people have by and large gotten away with it.

 

Colin: Andra surveying the scene and Ace is limpified, dropping the arm once, dropping it twice, dropping it chicken soup with rice. That's all she wrote.

 

Kiki Kruel wins by Submission!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, KIKI KRUEL!

 

Steve: That was hard to watch.

 

Colin: We've got JCM Ace in action next! I think he's hoping that he'll finally get his hands on Nero, who ducked him last week.

 

 

The arena lights dim, with red and white strobes sweeping the crowd.
Ace walks down the ramp with calculated calm, his movements deliberate and his gaze unflinching.

 

 

Ash: First! From Florida, weighing in at 300 pounds, he is the Eurasian Champion, JCM ACE!

 

Some of the crowd boos. Some of the crowd chants "He's Coming!" JCM looks around, smirking, unbothered. 

Midway down the ramp, he stops and examines the arena, eyes fixated on the prize.
He climbs into the ring with slow, deliberate movements, scanning the arena before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for the bell to ring, championship loosely wrapped around his waist.

 

Steve: JCM Ace is one of the only Florida exports I actually like. 

 

Colin: Despite his best efforts to be cocky and universally hated, JCM's amassed a bit of a following. One group is "His Commandos." 

 

 

Red Ghost stands at the ramp.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Waterford, Ireland, weighing in at 170 pounds, The Red Ghost! 

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: JCM clearly bemused that he's fighting the scraps of Psycho $upremacy. 

 

Kendra: JCM with a smug but mildly irritated energy, Red Ghost runs at JCM and JCM hits him with a Spinebuster. Red Ghost rolls back and runs at JCM again, JCM hits him with a boot! 

 

Steve: Red Ghost clearly hasn't learned the definition of insanity and OH DAMN ACE BOMB! 

 

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3!

 

JCM Ace wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, JCM ACE!

 

Steve: JCM Ace making quick work of Psycho $upremacy.

 

Colin: Nero can't hide forever. 

 

Kendra: And now we move on and get bloody.

 

BLOODSTAR

DANIEL VS OMEGA X VS MOON VS JAMES D VS THOR

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is a Bloodstar Match!

 

 

As his theme music plays over the PA system, James holds back until the song kicks in and then makes his way out from behind the curtain. 

 

 

Ash: First! From New York City, weighing in at 190 pounds, The Most Interesting Man in the World, JAMES D!

 

As he moves into the sight of the fans, he's met with boos but this just brings a smile to his face. The boos continue to rain down towards James but it doesn't phase him as he makes his way down the ramp. James rolls into the ring and then stands in the corner as he awaits his opponent's entrance.

 

 

Loud-repeating booms fills the arena with big letter ‘D’ showing up in the titantron before it changes to ‘Daniel’ as the soundtrack Waiting - Not Forgotten played ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3HP8bog39Q ) through the PA.

 

 

Ash: And his opponents! First, from Moultrie County, weighing in at 284 pounds, DANIEL!

Daniel walks slowly in his long coat through the ramp down to the ring. His eyes are fixed and focused, locking on to his opponent. He climbs the steel stair and enters the ring through the 2nd rope. Finally he’s posing his Destroyer’s Roar with loud big banged pyros from the turnbuckle behind him.

 

 

A colorful lightshow dances across the entrance gate. A generic wrestling video plays on the titan-tron, as Moon makes his way to the ring. Moon walks slowly through the main gate.

 

 

Ash: From Pune, India, weighing in at 200 pounds, the Prince, MOON!

 

Moon walks slowly through the main gate. He then poses on top of the turnbuckle before he heads to the center of the ring.

Moon's tall frame and broad shoulders cast an imposing figure. He's dressed in his Royal Moon Prince attire. The lights illuminate the golden trimming on his outfit. A fierce energy seems to emanate from him. His hair is white; and his dark eyes, alight with excitement, have fire in them.

As Moon enters the ring he removes his royal attire and the crowd in the arena witness his impressive physique. Moon is quite handsome. His toned and tight body make a great first impression. His six pack abs and bulging biceps look very impressive.  

 

 

Lightning effects surround the arena as Thor stands at the top of the titantron.

 

 

Ash: From Belize, weighing in at 245 pounds, the King of Kings, THOR!

 

Thor ziplines down to to the ring.

 

 

The lights strobe from total darkness to almost house lights level brightness through the opening crescendo riff. Once the main riff is about to hit Omega X stands on the stage, arms crossed in front of him.

 

 

Omega takes a breath and ushers in the main riff by stopping and uncrossing his arms with a shot, causing two plumes of flame behind him in an X pattern. 

 

Ash: And finally! From the Endtimes, weighing in at 355 pounds, OMEGA! X! 

 

Omega storms down the ramp with intensity, beating his chest once in a while as he stares everyone in the ring and in particular Daniel down.

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Fists just flying everywhere, and Omega with a jumping double axe handle to Thor. 

 

Steve: I've gotten in the ring with Omega and gotten those hands. I definitely don't recommend it. 

 

Kendra: Thor going for the boot in retaliation and Omega ducks, Moon eats it and stumbles back. Thor swings to get a lariat on James D, D ducks and the chop to the throat of Thor. Omega turns his attention to Daniel with a stiff punch. 

 

Steve: Thor's almost like "Oh yeah, you're here too" and hits a forearm on Daniel. He's completed his punch card maybe he'll get a free smoothie at concession. Moon and Daniel looking at each other, and they choose to hit a double dropkick on Omega! That's a smartnership. Wait watch out Daniel and THOR WITH THAT THUNDERSTRIKE LARIAT! He just straight up flipped Daniel!

 

Colin: And Moon comes running in and a bulldog to Thor! Smart moves to focus on the face as the only way to eliminate people is to make them bleed. Daniel going for the solid boot back to Thor but Thor gets out of the way and James D eats it! Oof James D is cut open early and that's gonna be it for him.

 

James D is eliminated by Daniel!

 

Steve: That's the problem with blood, it can come at any point. A knife can get ya at 10 seconds or 10 minutes and you'll still get cut. 

 

Colin: Omega with a bionic elbow to Thor, and Moon with a quick chop to Omega's face now, Thor returns the favor to Moon with a running knee to the face and Daniel drives a headbutt to Omega then BIG BANG LARIAT WITH THE OTHER ARM! Moon with a rollicking DDT to Daniel and the "smartnership" as you called it may be over!

 

Kendra: Thor sees the opening and huge straight punch to the gut of Omega. Daniel gets Omega into a powerbomb! Daniel picks Omega up THOR HITS THEM BOTH WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG! Moon looking to take advantage of this and going up to the top, waiting just a second too long, Omega catches him with a punch, climbing up and OMEGA PROTOCOL AVALANCHE PEDIGREE TO THE OUTSIDE! He just drove Moon's face right into the steps! Moon is a full crimson mask!

 

Moon is eliminated by Omega X!

 

Steve: See? Telling you, Omega is not someone you wanna mess around with. And he's doing this without the help of the Mask. 

 

Colin: I'd almost forgotten about that. But to your point, Omega X springs back into the ring with a huge Somersault Senton to Thor. Someone that size should not move like that. Thor to his feet and Uranage to Daniel! Omega X running up and a stomp to Thor!! THOR IS BLEEDING!!

 

Thor is eliminated by Omega X!

 

Kendra: WAIT! HOLY CRAP! THE MASK IS BACK ON DANIEL THE MASK IS BACK ON DANIEL!! DANIEL GRABS OMEGA X BY THE HEAD AND IS SMASHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT REPEATEDLY AND WITH INCREASING INSANITY! THERE IS BLOOD ON THE MAT BUT DANIEL ISN'T STOPPING!

 

Omega X is eliminated last by the Destroyer!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, The Destroyer!

 

Steve: Throw it in the river, bury it in an attic, set it on fire, it doesn't matter. The mask finds you.

 

Colin: Four matches to go!

 

IRON MAN MATCH

JAY THE JOKER VS MANTA RAY

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is a 30-minute Iron Match! There are no disqualifications in this particular Iron Match!

 

 

Walks out slowly with Purple and Green lights gleaming, Carrying his iconic crowbar everywhere he goes. Harley Quinn right behind him carrying her baseball bat.

 

 

Ash: First! Accompanied by Harley Quinn, from Gotham City, weighing in at 160 pounds, JAY THE JOKER!

 

Colin: Joker is a man of chaos. He's had some difficulty translating that into wins, but you can see that the smile is on his face regardless.

 

Kendra: Because he has a sense that he's going to absolutely decimate the man coming out.

 

 

Swathed in blue light, Manta Ray comes out high fiving everyone. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Profundidas del Mar, weighing in at 185 pounds, MANTA RAY!!

 

Manta runs to the announcers' booth and gives Steve a hug, which Steve returns and nods. Manta goes into the ring.

 

Steve: The man is family and he's going I think to be the next big thing. I'm just happy I can watch him in action.

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: Iron Man rules are in effect, and these two men are gonna have to see each other for half an hour. Joker starts with a quick punch combo, a little Honky Tonk flair with the finish. Manta hits him with a quick punch back but is only able to get one in before Joker ducks and weaves the rest. Joker able to get behind Manta and Inverted Brainbuster!! Picks him up and gives him a second one! A pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

0:18 - Joker 1, Manta 0

 

Ash: Joker scores his first fall!

 

Steve: Hey! Harley was holding Manta's feet!

 

Colin: No DQ rules, it's all allowed. And Joker stomping Manta out now and wrapping that with a brutal stomp to the face. Joker playing it up to a hostile crowd.

 

Steve: Manta to his feet and up to the second ropes, blockbuster! And going for the pin but Joker kicks easily and rakes his eyes on the way up. 

 

Kendra: Manta to his feet and Joker trips him! And now he's got on that ankle lock, simply brutal but Manta rolls under and into a Crab! And Joker trying to fight his way to the ropes, Manta elevates it! Really wrenching it as the clock goes past the first minute.

 

29 minutes remain.

 

Colin: Joker trying not to show panic, but that is obviously what's on his mind as Manta keeps that crab up and he elevates it even further! It's just Joker's shoulders and head on the mat! This is a bit of a different fighting style for the usually excitable Manta but I guess if you need to last 30 minutes you can't burn out your energy too quickly. 

 

Kendra: We're passing a half minute in that hold and Joker looks like he's about to pass out, but trying desperately to hold tight. He doesn't want to give that first fall to Manta, but Manta wrenches the crab and he may not have a choice! He taps!

 

1:26 - Joker 1, Manta 1

 

Ash: Manta scores his first fall!

 

Steve: Manta breaks the hold, Joker pushes him away with a kangaroo kick! Manta uses that to propel himself into a run and a running moonsault double knee strike! Beautifully done, cuz!

 

Colin: Manta with a jumping elbow to follow it up, and a second with the other elbow! Going for a third and Joker catches him! He's...juggling him into a monkey flip! Manta makes it to the top rope as the second minute passes.

 

28 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Tightrope walkin', just waitin' for Mistah Jobbles to get to his feet, the Riptide Ropewalk is a very careful act. Joker up and eats a headscissors! Joker to his feet and Manta around the bend...Slingblade! Standing moonsault! WHAAAATARUSH! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

2:25 - Manta 2, Joker 1

 

Ash: Manta Ray scores his second fall! 

 

Kendra: Joker in the first minute or so had total control, but Manta's jammed his foot on the gas! Moonsault from the bottom rope! Moonsault from the second! Moonsault from the top! The crowd is loving it!! Manta gives a little backflip to get them going, Joker to his feet and Manta catches him almost without missing a bit with a spinning jump kick. Off the ropes, coming around and front dropkicks Joker to the outside! MANTA SHOOTS BACK AROUND AND COMING FOR A TOPE CON HILO!

 

Colin: Harley comes around and throws Manta back into the ring, Joker up to the apron, and clears the ropes to an elbow drop! Going for the pin but Manta kicks before one. Harley passes Joker his crowbar as the third minute ticks away.

 

27 minutes remain.

 

Kendra: Remember, no disqualification and Manta eats a stomach full of crowbar. Joker loads the crowbar back again and Manta jumps it, springs off the crowbar to huracanrana! Pin-Joker picks him up and powerbomb into a pin! Manta kicks.

 

Colin: We're only 3 minutes and change into this match and these two are absolutely ravaging each other. Manta with a leg lariat! Joker with an eye rake as he gets to his feet. Manta holds his eyes, Joker coming with a run and Manta jumps him...taking a spin and an around the world DDT!! He goes for a pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

3:38 - Manta 3, Joker 1

 

Ash: Manta has scored his third fall!

 

Steve: Both of these men are going to be absolutely destroyed at the end of this. Manta hits a Lionsault! Follows it with a knee drop to the head and quick stomp.

 

Kendra: Manta off the ropes, rolling thunder senton! He goes to trap the arm as the fourth minute wraps.

 

26 minutes remain.

 

Colin: Locking in the triangle...he calls this combo the Reef Knot and it looks like he's gonna try to wear down Joker again! Joker struggling and he can't do it! He taps! 

 

4:26 - Manta 4, Joker 1

 

Ash: Manta has scored his fourth fall!

 

Kendra: Joker back to his feet and hits Manta with the crowbar on the back! Manta lets out a yelp. Joker tries for another but Manta rolls out of the way and a dropkick to the back of Joker! Joker swings the crowbar wildly and Manta slides under, a quick trip! Taking a run....step up enziguiri by Manta!

 

Steve: The speed fighting is fantastic! I just hope he can keep it up for 25 minutes more. Takes a jaunt to the ropes, off the bottom rope with a basement dropkick. Going for the La Magistral...

 

1!

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4:56 - Manta 5, Joker 1

 

Ash: Manta has scored his fifth fall!

 

Kendra: 5 falls in under 5 minutes. Truly insane. Manta with a sign of disrespect, slapping the back of Joker's head as he gets to his feet. And a high knee to the face of Joker. Manta doesn't lower the knee quickly enough and Joker grabs his knee as the fifth minute passes.

 

25 minutes remain. 

 

Colin: Joker translates it to a fisherman suplex and a pin attempt-

 

1!

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3!

 

5:05 - Manta 5, Joker 2

 

Ash: Jay the Joker has scored his second fall!

 

Kendra: Joker back in this one, and a fist but to Manta and MANTA WRAPS HIM BACK INTO THE REEF KNOT!! Joker flailing and Harley tries to jump in and save him OH SHE TRIPS AND FACEPLANTS! HOW EMBARRASSING!

 

The audience chants "You're a dumbass!" with five claps.

 

Steve: That's amazing.

 

Colin: Joker defiantly holding on but I think he may be passing out, and Joker is fading! Andra drops the arm! A second time! And he's holding up the third...no. 

 

5:47 - Manta 6, Joker 2

 

Ash: Manta has scored his sixth fall!

 

Kendra: Manta up and hits a huge flipping elbow drop to Joker as the sixth minute passes.

 

24 minutes remain. 

 

Colin: Joker is in serious trouble. I don't know if he's going to make the full 30 before medical attention is needed.

 

Kendra: Joker scratches the eyes of Manta as he gets up slowly. Manta hits him with a forearm smash! Manta throws him out of the ring and he hits the steps! Joker is truly struggling to get to his feet! Andra is calling it enough at this point!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner by match stoppage, Manta Ray!

 

Kendra: It was meant to be a 30 minute match, and Joker could not go the distance-

 

 

Tragedeigh: You still have 23 minutes and 40 seconds. You're not getting out of it that easily.

 

Steve: Tragedeigh just inserted herself into this fight! Andra is resuming the clock!!

 

Colin: And what I'm being told is that Manta's win will count towards his W/L record and this is being considered a new fight with the remaining time.

 

Kendra: Manta is still game, and comes off the ropes to hit her with a dropkick! Manta up with a spin kick and a moonsault knee strike. Tragedeigh to her feet with a big clothesline! Stomp to Manta. 

 

Steve: Manta rolling up, off the ropes and Slingblade! Is he going to...YEP! Moonsault! Tragedeigh feels the Rush! Going for the pin but Trag kicks. Manta takes a run and springboard to 630! Gets up as the clock passes minute 7.

 

23 minutes remain.

 

Kendra: Keeping it going and hits another 630 spun in the opposite direction! Tragedeigh is already having a rough go in this match as Manta goes for a cover-

 

1!

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3!

 

0:56 - Manta 1, Tragedeigh 0

 

Ash: Manta gets the first fall!

 

Colin: Manta up and enziguiri to Tragedeigh! Off the ropes and another enziguiri to Tragedeigh! Manta gets the crowd clapping along and Tragedeigh to her feet just to eat a dropkick! Tragedeigh slaps Manta, it's her first offense in some time now. Manta grabs the arm and rolls her down.... Back to the Reef!! Tragedeigh gets herself to the rope fairly easily. 

 

Kendra: Red Queen going for the Powerbomb, Manta reverses into a huracanrana! Manta coming off the ropes again, tilt-a-whirl headscissors! And into a step up enziguiri! Going for a victory roll-nothing doing. 

 

Steve: He's undeterred and tries for a pin again, this time backslide but that doesn't amount to anything.

 

Colin: Tragedeigh rolls off and snap suplex to Manta! Manta up and forearm shot by Tragedeigh! Tragedeigh goes for a lariat, Manta ducks and Pele kick! Inverted Brainbuster to Tragedeigh and running knee drop. Manta's just been solid at keeping pressure on, first with Joker and now with the Red Queen. Manta goes for a run and going for a splash, KNEES UP BY TRAGEDEIGH! TRAGEDEIGH UP AND A SPLIT LEGGED SPRINGBOARD INTO A COFFIN DROP ON MANTA! 

 

Kendra: Going for the pin-

 

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3!

 

2:32 - TRAGEDEIGH 1, MANTA 1

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the first fall!

 

Colin: Manta up and off the ropes, Tragedeigh ducks as the clock passes 9 minutes on the full. 

 

21 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Manta back around and corkscrew axe kick! Manta going for a pin-Tragedeigh reverses!

 

1!

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3!

 

2:55 - TRAGEDEIGH 2, MANTA 1

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the second fall!

 

Colin: Tragedeigh hits an elbow drop. Manta Ray with an armlocked DDT and an elbow to the arm of Tragedeigh. Another one! Tragedeigh with a headbutt in return. And Manta throws THAT right back. Running double knee drop to Manta. Manta rolls back to his feet, taking a run and Floatover DDT to Tragedeigh! Tragedeigh with an eye rake as she gets to her feet. 

 

Kendra: Manta responds with a headbutt. These two have been fairly equally matched which is wild given what Joker put Manta through. Tragedeigh with a rollicking belly to belly! Manta with some struggle, back to his feet and taking a run on the ropes, Tragedeigh tries to catch with the boot as we hit 10 minutes down for this Manta experience. 

 

20 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Manta slides under the boot and drills her down with that Sling Blade! Finishing up the Rush with the Moonsault! going for the pin-

 

1!

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3!

 

3:54 - MANTA 2, TRAGEDEIGH 2

 

Ash: Manta gets the second fall!

 

Colin: We are tied up with under 20 minutes remaining, which given how this pair of matches has been going means plenty of destruction still in tow, for example Tragedeigh absolutely steamrolling Manta with the Director's Cut! Going for the pin-

 

1!

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4:10 - TRAGEDEIGH 3, MANTA 2

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the third fall!

 

Kendra: Manta moving a little slower now, which is to be expected. Tragedeigh has been in this match 4 minutes and Manta has been in it over 10. Tragedeigh whips Manta off the ropes and Russian Leg Sweep! Manta tries to get up and Tragedeigh wraps him in an Octopus Hold!! Manta taps fairly quickly.

 

4:24 - TRAGEDEIGH 4, MANTA 2

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the fourth fall!

 

Colin: And this is around the time when you can start to really see the difference in energy levels. Tragedeigh picking Manta up Military Press style and launching him outside!! His head just whanged against the steps! Tragedeigh about to take a risk now, going for a run as the full match crosses the 11 minute mark.

 

19 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Tragedeigh going for a dive and MANTA CATCHES HER! SAMOAN DROP! Manta throws Tragedeigh into the ring...onto the rope and El Aguijón!! I'm honored to see this in action!

 

1!

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5:04 - TRAGEDEIGH 4, MANTA 3

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the third fall!

 

Colin: Manta going up to the top, shooting star!! And going for another pin-

 

1!

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3!

 

5:18 - MANTA 4, TRAGEDEIGH 4

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the fourth fall!

 

Steve: And very quickly he ties it up. Manta hits a stomp. Tragedeigh grabs the ankle and slingshot! Manta gets rocked in the turnbuckle and followed up with a Release German! Tragedeigh takes a quick run and high knee to Manta. Manta stumbles back and rolling out to the apron....going for a tightrope walk along the top rope- heeeere we go!

 

Kendra: Headscissors!! Riptide Ropewalk! And we hit 18 minutes remaining.

 

18 minutes remain.

 

Colin: Manta trampolines up and elbow drop! Tragedeigh hits him with a monkey flip. Tragedeigh hits an STO! Tragedeigh yanking the mask of Manta Ray, trying to pull it off or pull him up, I can't tell but she yanks him right into her boot. She's standing on his head and yanking at the mask!

 

Steve: Total disrespect to lucha culture, but Manta grabs at her ankles and drops her right on her feet. Inverted Crab! Tragedeigh tapping!

 

6:14 - MANTA 5, TRAGEDEIGH 4

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the fifth fall!

 

Steve: Honestly, if you're this beat up and only one fall apart, and you're not sure you'll be able to withstand a hold, better to tap now rather than lose the time trying to fight out, and then get back in the game. 

 

Colin: To your point, Tragedeigh hits Manta with a spinebuster. Stepping on the face and face wash! Manta gets the leg and turns it around, high ankle lock! 

 

Kendra: At this point it would be disrespectful to make her tap twice in under a minute, but also smart. 

 

Colin: And she taps again!

 

6:37 - MANTA 6, TRAGEDEIGH 4

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the sixth fall. 

 

Colin: Manta with a quick punch as he gets up. Tragedeigh grabs the arm and arm-locked sleeper! And we pass the 17 minute remaining mark.

 

17 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Manta looks like he's about to pass, he risks life and limb but a Salida del Sol!! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

6:50 - MANTA 7, TRAGEDEIGH 4

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the seventh fall!

 

Kendra: Tragedeigh clearly getting frustrated and she's slamming Manta repeatedly in the mat. Manta rolls under and through her legs, back behind and a backstabber! Tragedeigh rolls back and deadlifting into a powerslam! She drags Manta up to a corner, bringing him with her up to the top...AVALANCHE CURTAIN CALL! Going for the pin-

 

7:30 - MANTA 7, TRAGEDEIGH 5

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the fifth fall! 

 

Steve: Manta struggling to his feet, Tragedeigh struggling to hers, Tragedeigh lifts Manta up and puts him on the turnbuckle, HE KICKS HER OFF! MIDDLE ROPE FRONT DROPKICK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! And he has officially been in this match 16 minutes...

 

16 minutes remain.

 

Steve: AND HE CATCHES HER INTO AN EXPLODER SUPLEX! Up to the top, gets the ropes going, El Aguijón 2 Electric Stingaloo! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

8:01 - MANTA 8, TRAGEDEIGH 5

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the eighth fall!

 

Colin: Manta Ray wasting no time throwing fists at Tragedeigh, not letting her get to her feet now. 

 

Steve: Three falls apart would normally be a lotta breathing room but as this match has been going, it's something that can be sneezed away in a minute, so you really do have to keep on top of it. 

 

Kendra: Manta Ray off the ropes and I don't know how he still has energy for this but cartwheel moonsault splash! The Red Queen struggling to get up, Manta going for a Kinshasa now and Queen ducks! German suplex into a pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

8:23 - MANTA 8, TRAGEDEIGH 6

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the sixth fall! 

 

Kendra: And Tragedeigh with the gold and red mist, surprising that it took her this long to get into it. She thinks she has Manta where she wants him...taking the run for that Blockbuster...Manta ducks as he tries to clean the mist of his face and in the process she goes flying out to the apron! Manta up on the apron and pulls Tragedeigh up... over the Apron with a Superplex into another rolling suplex into the Reef Knot!

 

15 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Manta wrenches that lock tight...Tragedeigh tapping!! 

 

8:45 - MANTA 9, TRAGEDEIGH 6

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the ninth fall!

 

Colin: Manta Ray is now just over halfway done with his time in this match, and continues to drop elbows on Tragedeigh. 

 

Steve: There is a non-zero chance that we're right now seeing a retroactive champ vs champ match. 

 

Kendra: You're not wrong, Steve. Tragedeigh could take the win against both Wonderwolf and Mal Sangre, and Manta Ray could take the belt against Wonderwolf. 

 

Colin: Manta keeping a strong chop game up on Tragedeigh now. I think he's learning that if he takes too much of a run against the Red Queen he could find himself in peril.

 

Kendra: Sorta like this. Tragedeigh bites Manta's hand! 

 

Steve: She's been around Sombras and Mal Sangre too long. Lifting Manta up and Curtain Call! Going for a pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

9:06 - MANTA 9, TRAGEDEIGH 7

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the seventh fall!

 

Colin: And Tragedeigh goes right into a dragon sleeper! Manta taps quickly.

 

9:14 - MANTA 9, TRAGEDEIGH 8

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the eighth fall!

 

Steve: This is exactly what I mean. And Tragedeigh takes Manta and just tosses him out of the ring! Manta bumps against the barricade and Tragedeigh charges out with baseball slide to crash Manta into the barricade! Manta throwing a punch to Tragedeigh and what a lot of heart. I'm so proud of my cousin.

 

Kendra: Manta climbing up onto the barricade and a huge dropkick! Tragedeigh sent crashing into the apron. Manta with a quick punch. Manta with a quick high five to a fan as we cross past the 16 minute mark for Manta.

 

14 minutes remain. 

 

Colin: And a running forearm to Tragedeigh! Quick kick by Manta and keeping the pressure on. Tragedeigh rolls under the apron, Manta tries to pull her out and-

 

 

Kendra: And he pulls out Sombras instead! Sombras pushes Manta back to the barricade and Sombras up to the apron, Shadow Strike! Tragedeigh back out and the two of them roll Manta into the ring, DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! And another Double Chokeslam! 

 

Colin: Sombras mists Manta again! Running Dropkick! Blood Mist Sweep! Tragedeigh goes for the pin-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

10:26 - TRAGEDEIGH 9, MANTA 9

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the ninth fall!

 

Colin: And Sombras is...gone. But the damage is done. How is Manta still fighting? Joker was taken out for less.

 

Steve: Heart of the champion. Also it's been very rare that Tragedeigh has had the count advantage against Manta and even now they're tied. And Manta getting to his feet and Tragedeigh whips him across the ropes, she's going for the boot, Manta slides under it, back around and Blockbuster! Off the ropes again as we cross that 17 minute mark...

 

13 minutes remain.

 

Steve: ...and that cartwheel moonsault knee strike! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

10:44 - MANTA 10, TRAGEDEIGH 9

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the tenth fall!

 

Colin: Tragedeigh not taking this laying down, picking up Manta and Curtain Call!! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

11:01 - TRAGEDEIGH 10, MANTA 10

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the tenth fall!

 

Colin: Manta locks in the Reef!! And Tragedeigh is actually trying to fight this one! She's trying to get to her feet! Manta wrenches the hold tighter, but Tragedeigh refusing to give in this time. Tragedeigh pushing and going to try to roll him up into a pin-Manta rolling the pin back! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

11:40 - MANTA 11, TRAGEDEIGH 10

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the eleventh fall!

 

12 minutes remain.

 

Kendra: Both competitors positively exhausted, but Manta with a snap spinning suplex. Manta off the ropes and a corkscrew splash! And a punch to the face of Tragedeigh. Tragedeigh pops up with a European Uppercut, and I don't know where the hell this is coming from. And a throat thrust. 

 

Steve: He's got the arm and he's throwing her off the rope, he takes a run the other way, SHINING WIZARD! He just flipped Tragedeigh!

 

Colin: And somehow we still have three matches tonight!

 

Kendra: Tragedeigh with a quick punch back, and Manta answers with two quick punches. Manta up to the top and diving clothesline! Off the ropes....Sling Blade! And a Standing Moonsault! Another Tidal Rush!! And the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

12:52 - MANTA 12, TRAGEDEIGH 10

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the twelfth fall!

 

Steve: Manta with a judo arm flip. Off the ropes and a basement dropkick! Flip over snapmare by Manta and a pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

13:06 - MANTA 13, TRAGEDEIGH 10

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the thirteenth fall!

 

Kendra: And Tragedeigh rolls out of the ring, and she grabs her scepter! Manta up and Tragedeigh jumps in with an overhead chop with the scepter! Tragedeigh hits a leg drop! Going for the pin-

 

1!

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3!

 

13:18 - MANTA 13, TRAGEDEIGH 11

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the eleventh fall!

 

Colin: Manta up, off the ropes and going for the Springboard Huracanrana! Mar de Plata!

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: TRAGEDEIGH REVERSES IT! MANTA KICKS!

 

Steve: How?! 

 

Colin: I don't know but Manta with a discus basement boot! And we are down to our last 10 minutes!

 

10 minutes remain.

 

Steve: Tragedeigh gets the scepter again and drives it across the ribs of Manta Ray!! She tries it again, but he evades and rolls off with a kick to the back of the leg! And another kick to the back of the leg, and a spinning kick to the head! 

 

Kendra: Going for another Spin Kick to the Head, Tragedeigh ducks and LOW BLOW! INTO A CAPTURE SUPLEX! CHOKESLAM BACK TO THE OUTSIDE!! And Tragedeigh going for a suicide - NO MANTA ON THE APRON AND MULE KICKS HER IN TRANSIT! SPRINGBOARD SPINNING WHEEL KICK!

 

Steve: Going up to Ropes, and he's going to try the Mar De Plata again! And we're at 9 minutes to go!

 

9 minutes remain.

 

Colin: HE NAILS IT! MAR DE PLATA! GOING FOR THE COVER!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

14:49 - MANTA 14, TRAGEDEIGH 11

 

Ash: Manta Ray gets the fourteenth fall!

 

Colin: Tragedeigh with a quick running lariat! Tragedeigh up to the top... SLINGBLADE! DEFYING GRAVITY! AND MANTA LANDS ON HIS SHOULDER BLADES! THAT LOOKED BRUTAL!

 

1!

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3!

 

15:10 - MANTA 14, TRAGEDEIGH 12

 

Ash: Tragedeigh gets the twelfth fall!

 

 

Colin: What the hell is Mal Sangre doing here!!

 

Kendra: MAL SANGRE HITS A BLOODLINE'S WRATH ON TRAGEDEIGH! HE HITS ONE ON MANTA RAY! THEY'RE BOTH OUTCOLD!

 

Steve: Andra is ringing for the bell!

 

Ash: Due to the inability of the contenders to continue the match, the Referee Andra Jones has decided that the fall count now will be the final count for this match! And with that, the winner is Manta Ray!

 

Colin: I don't know that Manta Ray is aware that he's won. And Mal Sangre is about to get Manta Ray up and Bloodline Wrath number 2 is coming... NO! Steve has left the booth and he hits a Venom Spike on Mal Sangre!!

 

The crowd pops as Thunder boots Mal Sangre out of the ring.

 

Kendra: He's checking on his cousin, and it looks like Manta is able to move, but he's going to need a bit of assistance in getting out of the ring. Steve wraps his arm around him, looks like he's gonna help carry him to the back and -

 

 

"No Good" By The prodigy begins to play as the MAWL fans know what is coming. The MAWL fans have only one thing they can defend themselves with. BOOOOOOOMANIA runs wild here on Madness as we get set for the arrival of... SM HeartBreaker.

 

 

Steve walks right past Heartbreaker, barely paying him any mind as he continues to walk Manta to the back.

 

Colin: And SM Heartbreaker has been seeking Thunder for some time, he finally has him in sight and...Thunder blows right past him. Seems he's got other things on his mind though.

 

Suited and booted. Armed with a microphone. SM HeartBreaker makes his way down to the ring with a new addition. The Taxiderby Briefcase. SM HeartBreaker slides the briefcase into the ring, before sliding in himself as the MAWL crowd absolute hate on SM HeartBreaker before he has even spoken a word.

 

SM: Oh MAWL. Look who did what he told you all he was going to do?

 

BOOOMania as nuclear heat on SM HeartBreaker as he holds his briefcase in the air.

 

SM: I have said it since day one and I will say it again. MAWL is for MAWL wrestlers only and MAWL under my leadership only accepts the best. Slowly but surely many members of the roster are seeing my way of thinking. Slowly but surely, many members of the roster are dropping their stupid gimmicks and taking this job serious. Slowly but surely, many members of this roster are going to stand up and say no to all these outsiders.

 

SM HeartBreaker's xenophobic hate speech continues as its clear he doesn't like anyone from outside of MAWL or who is different from his style.

 

SM: Thanks to my win at Taxiderby...

 

Surprise BOOOOMania from the MAWL fans as they hate to be reminded of this fact.

 

SM: I have gotten the attention of all the little traitors and outsiders that I have spent ages talking about. Last week, was just the beginning. Sooner rather than later, I'm taking down every single traitor to MAWL and I am going to humiliate them publicly. Just like how they humiliate this brand by accept a job elsewhere and appearing on a rival show.

 

Tune in every week to see MAWL wrestlers in other promotions! Worth a watch!

 

SM: I already have a match tonight against an outsider in my inferior rival from the past, SlowMo Tapout.

 

Not sure if she still goes by that name but SM HeartBreaker doesn't care. He is dropping her name regardless of the fact.

 

SM: And there are many outsiders on my list. Looking at you, Nero.

 

SM HeartBreaker needlessly sparking up his feud with Psycho Supremacy. Like he doesn't have enough wars to fight!

 

SM: But I am also defending the gates of MAWL! Waiting. Watching. Anticipating the arrival of people just dying to try and steal the limelight MAWL is creating. I am just waiting for the day leeches like Aztec and Sting Ray Steve come over to MAWL to steal the main event spots that should be designated for REAL MAWL roster members.

 

SM HeartBreaker clearly dropping names that are definitely eyeing up a spot in MAWL.

 

Kendra: You just missed Steve, dude, he walked right past you.

 

SM: Because to be recognised as a REAL member of this roster. You have to earn my respect. You have to be 100% MAWL. No one night stands. No dual promotions. 100% MAWL. You have to be serious about winning. Serious about this business. Serious about winning championships in MAWL.

 

SM HeartBreaker lifts up his briefcase, knowing full well at anytime, any moment, he is getting a MAWL Championship opportunity of his choosing. Except the Maniac title. Or the Trios title. or the Tag Team Belts. Fortunately he didn't want those belts.

 

SM: Which leads me to my 2nd opponent tonight. Someone who likely thinks he has got an easy pass in MAWL by facing one of those jokes, clowns and freaks that I keep mentioning. You see, there are no easy passes in MAWL. If you think you can play pretend wrestler in MAWL. You may as well quit now, because we don't accept the weak here in MAWL. You want to pretend? Go elsewhere, go to places that have cartoon deathmatches with drones and explosions. Go fight in an asylum. Go be a loser elsewhere. Because MAWL is under SM HeartBreaker control and you gotta earn your spot through me.

 

The statement made by SM Heartbreaker hangs in the air for a moment, the fans begin to speculate amongst themselves but are quickly interrupted by the opening riffs of “Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica.

 

 

Kendra Mavis “It looks like Scott Razor's got something to say about this!”

 

Colin McRae: “This will be the first time he speaks directly to the audience, how will he hold up against, arguably, the best on the microphone?”

 

As the opening riffs turn into the drop, Scott Razor steps out from behind the curtain with his bat draped over his shoulder-

 

 

The fans provide a mixed reaction, unsure how to take him just yet. He wears a worn pair of jeans and a white tank top, bringing his sleeve tattoos into focus under the bright lights that reflect off his bald head. Standing on the stage with a microphone, his entrance music quickly fades out as he begins to speak.

 

Scott Razor: “Are you done?”

 

The fans immediately cheer in agreement, Scott peers around the masses with a mischievous grin on his face.

 

Scott Razor: “They say the loudest person in the room is trying to compensate for something.”

 

Scott begins to walk forward slowly, moving from the stage area to the top of the ramp, before anchoring up and staring directly at SM Heartbreaker.

 

Scott Razor: “And the thing is, I think I know what you're compensating for.”

 

Scott throws an arm forward with his palm facing SM, who looks to be about to reply.

 

Scott Razor: “No, no. I'm talking now.”

 

The fans begin to cheer again, seemingly deciding that Scott is an alright guy.

 

Scott Razor: “You see, Mr. Heartbreaker - deep down, the thing you're trying so hard to cover up… Is that you're scared.”

 

SM Heartbreaker's begins to argue the point away from his own speaking-device causing him to go unheard as Scott smiles goadingly at him.

 

Scott Razor: “You might be asking ‘scared of what?’, but you make it obvious every time you pick up a microphone.”

 

Scott continues to walk forward, methodically pacing slowly towards the ring, stopping each time he speaks into his own microphone.

 

Scott Razor: “Do you know why he's so concerned with what he calls ‘outsiders’? It's not because he's concerned about MAWL's limelight… Is it, Heartbreaker?”

 

Scott finally reaches the bottom of the ramp, walking around to the ring steps and putting a foot on the bottom step. Stopping once more, he continues.

 

Scott Razor: “He's concerned about his own limelight. The fact is, SM Heartbreaker knows that sooner or later, one of those ‘outsiders’ are going to show up and embarrass him in front of everyone.”

 

The fans cheer once again as Scott continues to climb the ring steps, stopping yet again as his foot touches the canvas outside the ropes and glaring into the soul of Heartbreaker.

 

Scott Razor: “It's the hallmark of a bully, treading on others before they can embarrass you, isn't that right?”

 

Taking a few more steps, he lifts his leg and swiftly enters the ring, standing across from SM Heartbreaker who shakes his head defiantly.

 

Scott Razor: “I'm not a nobody, little man. These people, and more importantly, you, are going to find out why they call me ‘The Bully of Bullies’ - because I make examples out of people like you.”

 

Scott steps closer to SM as the two get into each other's faces. Finally, he lifts the microphone to his lips one more time, this time speaking through gritted teeth.

 

Scott Razor: “But I'm not going to earn your respect, Heartbreaker…”

 

Scott Razor’s face suddenly changes, contorting into a mass of fury and determination.

 

Scott Razor: “I’m going to justify your fears."

 

SM HeartBreaker takes a step back as he knows he isn't winning this fight without a plan.

 

SM: Firstly, It is SM. It is the name all my friends and enemies call me. Calling me HeartBreaker lets me know you simply do not know who you are dealing with.

 

SM HeartBreaker smiles to himself as he has thought of a pun.

 

SM: I don't have to use my long name to over compensate for anything.

 

No one laughs. Not a single person.

 

SM: But credit where credit is deserved Scotty. You are right. That is fear you sense. I am treading on others before they can embarrass me. You are 100% correct on that. For the last few months. No, longer than that. Since day one of walking into this company I have feared what this company could turn into without me. Without my leadership. Because I am scared that the Jokes, Clown and freaks that leech off this business are going to embarrass the career I have spent so long building.

 

SM HeartBreaker looks towards the camera slightly as he knows he is about to make a reference that will definitely get flagged up.

 

SM: I have people on other shows calling me out, offering to fight me. Because they know that what I am doing here in MAWL, is something they wish they did themselves a long time ago. I am defending this company, This business from those who would rather turn it into something that is all about them. All about what they can get. It is embarrassing. So it's best I tread on them now before they grow to a point, we simply can't tread on them anymore.

 

MetaphorMania runs over everyone's heads! No one's reflexes are fast enough!

 

SM: But hey, lets not talk about them. Promo god knows I have spoken far too much about them and not enough about MAWL and not enough about this Triple Threat. Because lets be real, Me and Slowmo Tapout have history. I hate her guts. She knows she doesn't belong here. But you however...

 

SM HeartBreaker pauses for dramatic effect as he takes a step forward.

 

SM: You are real. You ain't stupid gimmicks. You don't have a stupid name. You seem like a fit to this roster. Only problem is. The bully of bullies? Tend to target the weaker members of society. Because they are weak and pathetic themselves. Because you might not be a dumb gimmick wrestler. You might not be an outsider trying to take opportunities from hard working roster members. But you might be some weak street rat who thinks he can get carried by the rest of us while he scrounges enough work to see him through the next week. You might just be another pathetic weak minded, weak willed play wrestler who doesn't deserve to return back to this business I fight for and is better off elsewhere or back on the streets.

 

SM HeartBreaker smirks to himself as he knows this one is about to pop a few of the fans in the crowd.

 

SM: After I beat you tonight, don't worry. I hear P2G and GWC are hiring.

 

Lawyers! Lawyers! Everywhere! Demanding to know SM HeartBreaker's location so he can desist and resist from name dropping rival promotions. Promotions that you can watch every week! Tune in to see what is going on there! Especially GWC! That Jack The Ripper guy isn't too bad! Worth a watch!

 

Inside the MAWL arena. The lights are bright, the crowd buzzing with. In the center of the fans attention stand Scott Razor and SM Heartbreaker. They aren't physically fighting, but the tension is palpable. They're facing each other, microphones in hand, locked in a heated verbal exchange.

 

Suddenly, a loud screech echoes through the arena P.A. system, followed by harsh, crackling static. The massive TitanTron screen above the entrance ramp flickers erratically, cutting off the arena feed. The crowd murmurs, unsure of what's happening. The static on the TitanTron begins to form , the crackling sound smoothing slightly, though still distorted. An image flickers into view, becoming clearer, sharper. The camera pans slightly, revealing a familiar, yet unsettling scene. The grand stage inside the Currency Cartel headquarters. Standing center stage, behind the imposing, dark wood podium usually reserved for the Cartel's enigmatic leader, Keyser Söze, is SlowMo Tapout. The massive, stark black-and-gold banner of the Currency Cartel hangs behind her, dominating the frame. But something is profoundly wrong.

 

The camera pulls back slightly, revealing the vastness of the Cartel HQ... and its utter emptiness. There are no chanting masses of loyal supporters, no rows of disciplined Contra Unit soldiers standing at attention, no technicians or officials milling about. The space is echoing, almost ghostly. The only sound is the faint electronic hum captured by the microphone and the sound of SlowMo's deliberate breathing. She stands alone, a solitary figure commanding an empty empire, yet somehow addressing the thousands in the arena and the two men that just moments ago had everyone's attention.

 

 

SlowMo Tapout: We have fought now two times, SM. Two battles in our personal war, and we find ourselves officially tied. One victory apiece. This... weird role dynamic we find ourselves in... it feels different this time around MAWL, yet hauntingly similar, doesn't it? Remember our time in the bunker, SM? Those desperate days, Myself and Keyser huddled together against a common enemy? It was like the prototype, the messy, chaotic blueprint for what the Currency Cartel would eventually perfect. We became almost like an invading force then, too, didn't we? An unlikely alliance forged in fire. But back then, our goals, our motivations... they were much different. Simpler, perhaps.

 

SlowMo pauses, letting her words hang in the air, her eyes seemingly looking past the camera, directly at Heartbreaker.

 

SlowMo Tapout: Now here we stand, years later, in MAWL. And there's no secret about our purpose here. No ambiguity. The Currency Cartel is here to dismantle this federation, brick by brick. To kill it. Yet here you stand, SM. Just like you stood way back then. The self proclaimed first line of defense. The loud mouthed guardian at the gates of this dying company. It almost gets me to wondering... in this specific conflict, between you and I... am I the one truly killing this federation? Or, in a twisted way, am I the one trying to save it... from you?

 

A small, humourless smirk form on SlowMo's lips.

 

SlowMo Tapout: I mean, let's be brutally honest here, SM. No one can stand you. You're an obnoxious, grating prick. This whole 'BOOOMania' phenomenon isn't a testament to your star power, it's your pathetic way to cope with the undeniable fact that the roster despises you, management tolerates you at best, and these fans..

 

SlowMo gestures vaguely, as if indicating the arena audience.

 

Slowmo Tapout: ...They'd rather see this entire promotion burn to the ground with me holding the match, than endure one more minute of your tired act, your lame catchphrases. Hmph, isn't that funny? These people would rather embrace the entity actively trying to destroy their playground, than continue playing with you. If you look at it that way, objectively... I'm truly the 'good' person in our ongoing feud. The lesser of two evils, bringing a merciful end.

 

SlowMo Tapout: Alas though... our little saga has been complicated. There is a third member added to our trilogy. Our... three-way shango tango, if you will. Scott Razor.

 

SlowMo's gaze shifts slightly, as if acknowledging Razor's presence in the arena.

 

SlowMo Tapout: Now Scott... I'm going to be honest with you, pal. I don't really know you. I doubt you know much about me beyond whatever locker room gossip you overhear. Our paths haven't crossed in combat. But I do have eyes, and I do have ears. Based on what I've observed... you're tough, undeniably. You're big... obviously. You're... bald. And judging by the way SM Heartbreaker constantly talks down to you, berates you... well, let's just say it seems like you're his b*tch.

 

SlowMo lets the insult land, delivered flatly, without malice, like stating a simple fact.

 

 

SM HEARTBREAKER VS SCOTT RAZOR VS SLOWMO TAPOUT

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is a triple threat match! Already in the ring - weighing 205 pounds, the self-proclaimed Voice of MAWL, SM HEARTBREAKER! And, from Chesterfield, England, weighing 336 pounds, the Bully of Bullies, SCOTT! RAZOR! 

 

The air in the arena grows cold as the logo of the military arm of the Currency Cartel's Contra Unit flashes on the screen. The Contra Unit's leader, SlowMo Tapout enters the arena with the rest of the Currency Cartel. First person, blasting through the curtains, is Wardy Chin and his Boys:

 

 

Wardy Chin: BOYS!... Let's go break some hearts!

 

Behind Wardy walks Keyser Söze, wearing a black suit rumoured to cost more than a family sedan. He cautiously lights a cigar and lets out a plume of smoke as he walks towards the ring.

 

 

The last one out is SlowMo Tapout, in full combat gear.

 

 

She has a mischievous, yet sadistic look on her face as she uses both arms to proudly hold up the Currency Cartel Flag above her head. The fans chant SlowMo's name and reach out to simply touch her as she walks around the ring. SlowMo enters the ring and drapes the Cartel's flag over the top rope as the ring announcer introduces her.

 

Ash: And finally! Representing the Currency Cartel. Standing at five feet four inches, she is the Suplex Demon. She is the Queen of Queen's Street West. Hailing from Van Nuys, Toronto, Canada. She is the Aries Champion, SlowMo, Tapoooooout!

 

Colin: This is not an Aries Title match, but you can see the intensity of SlowMo doesn't change one way or the other.

 

SlowMo backs up into the her corner and crouches down as Keyser whispers the game plan of the match into her ear. SlowMo nods and giggles maniacally while looking across the ring and nodding at Keyer's every word. The bell rings.

 

Kendra: SlowMo clearly didn't expect Scott Razor as part of this as she stares SM down. Razor looks a little bit confused about what he's walked into but he's clearly ready to fight. The tension in the air is so thick that you could nail a picture into it.

 

Colin: Keyser calling Slow back for a moment, whispering in her ear, and Slow had mentioned in her little spiel that she and Scott have a common enemy in Heartbreaker-

 

Kendra: To be fair, everyone has a common enemy in Heartbreaker. 

 

Colin: You're not wrong. But Slow nods and she's extending a handshake to Scott! The message is clear... we can do this together, we're not enemies, he is. 

 

The crowd chants "Don't do it, don't do it." 

 

Kendra: Scott looking around, taking all this in. SM watching, waiting to see what this will or won't mean for him. Will Scott Razor work with the Currency Cartel? 

 

The crowd goes silent. It feels for a moment that this could be a watershed in the worst way if it goes down. Scott takes in the moment-

 

Colin: Scott takes the handshake!! Slow is grinning like a devil! SM can't believe it and neither can WAIT SCOTT PULLS HER IN QUICKLY INTO A HEADBUTT! AND LIFTS HER UP, GORILLA PRESS LAUNCHES HER OUT AT THE REST OF THE CARTEL!! THE CROWD GOES ABSOLUTELY BONKERS BANANAS! Scott and SM start unloading crazy fists on each other! Scott has SM in a headlock and absolutely pounding on his head! SM trying to get some body blows in, SM gets a good gut shot in, spinning elbow! Off the ropes, BLASTS SCOTT RAZOR WITH THAT HIGH ANGLE DROPKICK! WE HAVE A MATCH!

 

Kendra: Scott stumbles back a bit but not taken off his feet, SM back off the ropes for a neckbreaker NO Scott gets him with a tilt a whirl backbreaker! SM with a quick kick to the dick to blow down Scott early and into a DDT. SM takes a moment to Hogan ear to the crowd, who are booing him mercilessly. 

 

Colin: Look out and SlowMo springboards in with that spinning elbow to SM! Slow off the ropes now, hands in pockets and huracanrana! These two have absolutely hated each other for years and it's pretty clear in that glare. SM up and Slow with the Dragon Suplex! Going for an early win-

 

1!

 

Kendra: SM kicks out easily, rolls back to his feet, ducks the discus elbow and gets her mid-spin into a half-nelson suplex! Going also for the early win-

 

1!

 

Colin: Slow kicks out easily from that, rolls to her feet and SM blasts her with a superkick sending her back outside! Scott taps SM on the shoulder and SM instinctively spins right into his fist. And a beautiful Sidewalk Slam by Scott Razor. Razor pulls him up and ripcord side suplex bouncing SM off the mat! SM quickly rolls out of the ring and Slow runs back in with a barbed wire bat! Slow hits Scott in the back with the bat! And a second time! Scott spins around and discus boot to Slow! 

 

Kendra: You can see him almost with a sense of serenity as he takes that barbed wire bat, like he's more complete. Slow gets up and Razor uppercuts her with the bat! That staggers Slow back! And he takes it right to her face!

 

Colin: Thank God we have a good dental plan here. 

 

Kendra: SM back in and Scott spins around, home run hit to Heartbreaker! Slow has the Currency Flag! She breaks it on Scott's back! 

 

Colin: Locking eyes with SM now, Slow and SM mouthing off to each other and Slow with a huge chop to SM's chest! SM with a huge chop right back! SM tries to get a second in and Slow blocks it! Taunts him with a Finger Wag and Headbutt! SM stumbling back a little and Mo with a club to the back of the neck! She gets SM ready and TIGER DRIVER 98!! 

 

Kendra: The impact there was truly rattling! And she goes for the cover-

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: AND SCOTT RAZOR CRACKS HER ON THE BACK WITH THE BARBED WIRE BAT! WHAT A WAY TO BREAK UP THE HOLD! Scott lifting Slow up and he's got her locked and loaded in a full nelson!!

 

Kendra: He really doesn't know what he's up against if he thinks he's going to submit the woman with Tapout in her name.

 

Colin: I don't think he cares, either he's going to win or he's going to cause a lot of pain in the process which is also a win. Slow trying to fight her way to the ropes, she looks like she may be heading to sleepy town! And-

 

 

Kendra: Oh what's Kaylee doing on the tron?

 

Kaylee: Hey Scott R-R-R-R-Razor! I s-s-s-see you didn't j-j-j-j-join us. We had a b-b-b-backup plan. W-w-w-we always do-do-do-do research on our oppon-own-onents. I made a little m-m-m-m-movie of-f-f-f you! Enj-j-j-j-j-joy!

 

A vintage looking instructional video begins to play with the title-

 

 

The film chronicles Scott as Crimson Deadly starting with his win against his two former partners that we had seen a few weeks back, into the business shuttering, and him being unable to get himself passionate in his work, leading to his sleeping in cars, and eventually even having to sleep in the car. During this, Slow has reversed the Full Nelson and is using it like A Clockwork Orange to make Scott watch. SM considers using this time to attack them both but instead grabs a popcorn from an audience member and eats as he watches the film. At the end of it, SM claps ecstatically like he's just seen an Oscar-worthy film, whistling and all, before throwing the popcorn at both Slow and Scott and double German-Suplexing them into a pin attempt.

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Both Scott and Slow kick and to their feet! SM clearly a bit frustrated now! SM goes for the superkick on Scott, he catches SM into a trap suplex but Slow off the ropes and hits them both with a dropkick, staggering Scott and the trap suplex sends SM spiraling to the floor! 

 

Colin: Scott can't be too thrilled with Currency's actions there. 

 

Kendra: Indeed not, and he turns around to stare her down, he's backing her up and she smirks, goes for a chop but Scott grabs it and lifts her up by her arm! At this point I wouldn't fight it if I were her, if you ever want to use that arm again! Into a Fireman's Carry and Release Samoan! Going back for the barbed wire bat...but he sees his own bat still lying there unused. What's a man to do?

 

Colin: Why not both?

 

Kendra: I think Scott agrees with you and he's just DRUM SOLOING ON SLOWMO! WARDY'S BOYS TO THE APRON TO TRY TO STOP HIM AND HE TAKES THEM OUT WITH ONE SWING WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT AND BACK TO THE DRUM SOLO!

 

Colin: You gotta admit he's got rhythm. Slow is gonna need an aloe shower tomorrow. And SM to the apron, Scott turns around and SM with the Green Mist! Scott gets it in the eyes and that's gonna disorient you! He pulls up Scott over the ropes and a little struggle but he gets him up on his shoulders!! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER THROUGH THE PORTUGUESE ANNOUNCERS' TABLE!! 

 

Kendra: SM not without struggle as he gets himself up from the wreckage, pats Scott on the back a bit and you can see him wobbling a bit but makes it into the ring AND SLOWMO IS WAITING FOR HIM! SLOWMO WITH THE FANGS OF JELEVA DELAIN AND HE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO! Good Goddess!

 

Colin: Scott's window of victory is closing by the second, he looks around him, and he grabs a monitor from the broken table! He slowly climbs his way up to the apron, to the ropes, to the turnbuckle! And KEYSER IS ON THE APRON AND KEYSER BLOWS SMOKE RIGHT INTO HIS FACE! IS THAT GOING TO AFFECT...NO! SCOTT BREATHES IN THE CIGAR SMOKE AND BREATHES IT RIGHT BACK AT KEYSER! HE CONTINUES THE CLIMB WITH THE MONITOR AND FROM THE TOP ROPE SMASHES THE MONITOR INTO THE HEAD OF SLOWMO! THE HOLD IS BROKEN! EVERYONE IS DOWN! 

 

Kendra: Three absolute titans of industry leaving every drop of blood they can in this ring! This is going to be up there for Match of the Year for sure! You can see some signs of life! SlowMo is the first to stir! She is crawling over to Scott, and she maneuvers herself into the Fangs! It's a struggle, she's having some difficulty maintaining the hold, but she locks Scott Razor into the Fangs! And this could be SM USES A PIECE OF THAT BROKEN MONITOR AND WHANGS SLOWMO ACROSS THE FACE! SLOW ROLLED OFF! SM SLOWLY WORKING HIS WAY BACK TO RAZOR'S LEGS AND GOING TO LOCK IN THE HARTSHOOTER! HE GETS THE LEGS AND SLOW CHARGES AT HIM AND GETS HIM OVER WITH A VIRTUAL RIOT! Slow with the cover-

 

1!

2!

TH-NO! SM gets to the ropes! 

 

Colin: Slow screams in frustration now. This match has been way too much! KEYSER BURNS SM'S HAND WITH THE CIGAR AND HE LETS GO! RAZOR TO HIS FEET! HE SCOOPS THEM BOTH UP! ONE GERMAN! TWO GERMANS! THREE GERMANS!! RAZOR TRILOGY AND HE PINS THEM BOTH!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Scott Razor wins by Pinfall! 

 

Colin: WHATAMATCH!

 

 

Ash: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE BULLY OF BULLIES, SCOTT RAZOR!!

 

Kendra: I cannot believe the match we just witnessed. I cannot believe we still have two matches to go. I cannot believe this was not a PPV.

 

Colin: And you can see Scott trying to catch onto his breath-

 

Before Scott can fully take in the moment, "Lights, Camera, Action!" hits. Red carpet visuals flood the stage. Fake paparazzi flashes strobe the crowd. "Red Carpet" Mark Anderson and "High Risk" Winston Lewis strut onto the ramp in ridiculous, sparkling suits - sunglasses indoors.

 

 

 Winston dramatically fake-cries into a silk handkerchief. Mark pulls out a selfie stick mid-entrance, filming himself the entire walk down.

 

Mark Anderson ("Red Carpet")

(speaking into the selfie cam, loud enough for the mic to catch it)

"Look at this. Look at these faces. Drinking it in. HISTORY, baby."

 

Winston Lewis ("High Risk")

(yelling to the crowd)

"Smile, peasants! You're in the background of greatness!"

 

They pose at the bottom of the ramp like it's a movie premiere. Mark fakes a red carpet interview with Winston, pretending to be a reporter.

 

Mark (fake interviewer voice):

"Excuse me, sir — how does it feel to be the greatest tag team in wrestling history?"

 

Winston (posing, adjusting sunglasses):

"Honestly? It’s exhausting carrying an entire promotion on my gorgeous back."

 

They laugh arrogantly as the crowd boos.

 

Mark:

(finally turning to the ring)

"And tonight... tonight’s a VERY special event. Because not only do you get to SEE the MAWLiwood Blondes live—"

(pauses for dramatic effect, letting the boos rain)

"—but you get to witness a charity match."

 

Winston:

(feigning shock)

"Charity!? Mark, we didn’t agree to charity!"

 

Mark:

(patting him on the back)

"I know, I know. But management said we have to 'work with the little people' sometimes. Keep morale up. Make 'em feel included."

 

Winston:

(nodding solemnly, folding his hands like a saint)

"Aww. It’s like visiting a children's hospital... except sadder."

 

Mark:

(pretending to scan a clipboard)

"So tonight, we’re facing...uhh... let's see..."

(squints exaggeratedly)

"Baloney Woof. And... Mister Irrelevant."

 

Winston:

(laughs so hard he almost drops the mic)

"Baloney Woof and Captain Underwhelming!"

 

Mark:

(mock confusion)

"Wait, is it... Ballad Woof? Bachelor Wolf? Ballerina Woof?"

 

Winston:

(pretending to take notes)

"It’s okay, Mark. No one remembers the co-stars anyway."

 

They dramatically wipe fake tears away.

 

Mark (dead serious now):

(pointing at the camera)

"Listen up, Baloney. We’re the main event. We’re the headline. We’re the franchise."

 

Winston:

(nodding)

"You're just the poor schmucks who get eaten by the monster in Act One."

 

Mark:

(turns to the crowd)

"And you should all be THANKING us for lowering ourselves to even acknowledge these two extras. Because make no mistake—"

(smirks)

"—when the MAWLiwood Blondes are in the house, the only thing getting pinned is a five-star review."

 

Winston:

(grinning)

"And tonight, you’re gonna see a masterclass.

Not a wrestling match—

a Hollywood ending."

 

Mark:

(mock dramatic voice, like reading a movie trailer)

"Two brave idiots... one red carpet... one SPINEBUSTER later... and their dreams are officially CANCELLED."

 

Winston:

(raising his sunglasses slightly to look straight into the camera)

"Baloney? Whoever your friend is? Get ready to be walked off OUR set... because the MAWLiwood Blondes—"

 

Both Together (posing like movie poster stars):

"—ALWAYS get the final take!"

 

"Lights, Camera, Action!" blasts again as they dramatically "autograph" the camera lens with invisible pens, blowing kisses to the furious crowd. Winston shouts "This promo better get an Oscar!" as they strut down to ringside, basking in their own glory.

 

 

Arvin: Gettin' real tired of bein' driven through tables. 

 

BALOR WOLFE AND ZAGREUS VS MAWLIWOOD BLONDES

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, representing Team Superstarz, from Hollywood and we are barred by their agency from reporting their weights, Red Carpet Mark Anderson and High Risk Winston Lewis, MAWLIWOOD BLONDES!

 

 

The arena plunges into darkness, and an electrifying pulse begins to thrum throughout the crowd as "The Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy starts to play. Strobing lights synchronize with the powerful beat, casting shadows across the stage that flicker like flames.

 

As the opening line "Put on your war paint" echoes, the camera captures a slow pan from the bottom of the ramp, where a figure is poised on all fours, adorned in a purple, white, and black dog mask, eyes locked onto the lens with fierce intensity.

 

The camera shifts upward, revealing another figure standing behind, their presence commanding and mysterious under the cover of a black screech owl mask. They rest their hands on the shoulders of the crouched figure as if sharing a silent bond of battle.

 

When the lyric "Strike a match and I’ll burn you to the ground" resounds, the masked figure standing tall removes his disguise, unveiling Zagreus with a sharp, confident grin. As "Jack-o'-lanterns in July" blares through the speakers, the kneeling figure sheds his dog mask, revealing the defiant eyes and wild expression of Balor Wolfe.

 

 

Balor pushes himself up to full height, his gaze unwavering, and Zagreus steps forward to match him, their strides synchronized as they make their way to the ring with a palpable intensity. The crowd roars louder, swept into the song's feverish chorus.

 

As the music peaks, both men spring onto the apron with practiced ease. Zagreus adds a burst of flair, executing a smooth front flip over the top rope, while Balor follows with a seamless leap.

 

Ash: “And their opponents! With a combined weight of 424 pounds…

First, from Sydney, Australia, ‘The Champion of the Gods,’

BALOR WOLFE!

And his partner, from the Island of Crete, ‘The Prince of Hades,’

ZAGREUS!Together they are…

RADIO SILENCE!”

 

They move to opposite corners of the ring, striking their signature poses as the line "So dance alone to the beat of your heart" roars from the speakers. The crowd shouts along, amplifying the moment’s energy.

 

With the lyric "Looked a little better on me" playing, they get down from the corners and head to the center of the ring, mirroring their starting positions—Balor on all fours and Zagreus standing sentinel.

 

As the final line "Raise you like a phoenix" reverberates through the arena, the music is cut off abruptly, leaving the crowd in breathless anticipation as the duo stands poised and ready.

 

The bell rings.

 

He starts pantomiming a speech, wiping away fake tears. On the outside, Mark Anderson pulls a vintage film camera from his jacket and starts snapping mock “paparazzi” shots—flashbulbs popping.

 

Colin: "Oh give me a break! Winston Lewis thinks he just won Best Picture!"

 

Kendra: "He’s not gonna like what’s coming next—"

 

As Lewis continues his imaginary Oscar moment, Balor calmly bounces off the ropes—then LEVELS Lewis with a massive Big Boot to the face! The sound echoes. The impact sends Lewis spinning midair before crashing face-first to the canvas.

 

FLASH!

A perfectly timed flash from Anderson’s camera goes off the moment Balor connects.

 

Colin: "AND DOWN GOES LEWIS! Someone frame that shot!"

 

Kendra: "Balor Wolfe just photo-bombed Lewis straight back to reality!"

 

Arvin: "That’s assault! The man was monologuing!"

 

Balor drags Lewis up by the collar, yanks him into the corner, and tags in Zagreus.

 

Colin: "Here comes Zagreus—fresh and fired up!"

 

Balor whips Lewis into the ropes—Zagreus leapfrogs over him—Balor ducks under—Zagreus spins and catches Lewis with a leg lariat right to the jaw! Lewis hits the mat again, dazed.

 

Ref: "ONE! TWO—"

Kickout.

 

Kendra: "These two don’t miss a beat. That’s the chemistry of Radio Silence!"

 

Quick tag back to Balor. He lifts Lewis up into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, and Zagreus follows with a quick basement dropkick to the ribs!

 

Colin: "Total synchronization—Radio Silence is in the zone."

 

Zagreus gets the tag again, still in control. He climbs to the second rope and leaps off for a diving European uppercut as Balor holds Lewis in place. Lewis crashes back down, clutching his jaw.

 

Arvin: "How is this even legal?! That’s two-on-one for like, 80% of this match!"

 

Kendra: "It’s called tag team wrestling, Arvin. Try keeping up."

 

Zagreus backs into the corner, waiting for Lewis to stagger upright. The crowd’s buzzing. Lewis stumbles to his feet—Zagreus rushes forward—

 

Colin: "Zagreus going for the running single-leg dropkick—"

 

—but Lewis drops down and yanks Zagreus into the middle turnbuckle face-first! A sick thud echoes as Zagreus collapses, clutching his face—and his ankle twists under him on the landing.

 

Kendra: "NO! No! That ankle—Zagreus landed bad!"

 

Colin: "And Winston Lewis saw it—he’s going for it!"

 

Lewis immediately pounces, grabbing Zagreus’s leg and driving an elbow right into the taped-up ankle.

 

Arvin: "THERE IT IS! You pick the weak spot and you hammer it home!"

 

The ref warns Lewis about the targeted attack—but Lewis smirks and drags Zagreus to the Blondes’ corner, tagging in Anderson for the first time.

 

Colin: "And now Mark Anderson is in—and he knows exactly what part to target."

 

Anderson steps in, measured and calculating. He takes one look at Zagreus’s ankle, then stomps on it with pinpoint precision.

 

Kendra: "This is bad. That ankle kept Zagreus out for weeks. Did he come back too soon?"

 

Colin: "The tide has turned—and the Blondes are in full control now. Anderson’s going after the ankle with surgical focus."

 

Anderson drops down, grabs the leg—and twists it into a heel hook, wrenching violently as Zagreus howls in pain. The crowd groans, some even booing.

 

Ref: "Do you want to quit?!"

 

Zagreus shakes his head through gritted teeth, dragging himself toward the ropes.

 

Arvin: "Let him scream! He should’ve stayed in rehab!"

 

Colin: "This is hard to watch. Anderson's got that heel hook locked in tight—and with Lewis barking orders from the apron, the MAWLiwood Blondes have completely flipped the script."

 

Colin McRae: "Anderson still has that heel hook cinched in, and Zagreus is miles away from his corner. This is exactly what the Blondes wanted."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Zagreus is fighting like hell, but that ankle—it’s not holding up. This is hard to watch, Colin."

 

Arvin Wallace: "It’s called smart strategy. You isolate the weak link and pick him apart. That's textbook tag wrestling."

 

Anderson finally releases the heel hook—but only to drive a knee down across the ankle, again and again. He smirks at Balor Wolfe, holding up four fingers—

 

Arvin: "Four surgeries, right? That’s what Anderson’s counting."

 

Colin: "That is disgusting. Show some respect."

 

Anderson tags in Lewis, who practically leaps into the ring with over-the-top flair. He does a little bow, as if entering center stage, then drops an elbow right on the ankle and does a mock “injury” sell like he’s a silent film star.

 

Kendra: "This is sick. They’re turning a man’s injury into a punchline."

 

Colin: "Zagreus trying to crawl, reaching for Balor, but Lewis cuts him off—DRAGS him back into the Blondes’ corner!"

 

Lewis stomps away on the ankle again, before tagging in Anderson. Anderson steps in, grabs the foot, and slingshots it straight into the bottom rope—Zagreus howls and clutches at his leg.

 

Ref: "Watch the rope! Watch the rope!"

 

Colin: "The ref warns them—but it’s already done. That’s whiplash on that ankle."

 

Anderson grabs the leg and spins into a knee bar, wrenching with precision as Zagreus claws at the mat. The crowd tries to rally—chants of “ZAG-RE-US! ZAG-RE-US!”

 

Kendra: "Come on, kid. Don’t let them break you. He’s been through too much to get back here."

 

Zagreus starts punching at Anderson’s grip, loosening it—he gets one leg free, rolls to his knees—*

 

Colin: "He’s fighting up! Anderson’s grip is slipping—Zagreus with a BACK ELBOW! Another one!"

 

Kendra: "He’s got a shot here!"

 

Zagreus spins—tries for a jumping enziguiri—but the ankle gives out and he collapses. Anderson immediately pounces, grabs the ankle again—*

 

Arvin: "YOU BLEW IT, ZAGGY! Should’ve tagged when you had the chance!"

 

Anderson drags him by the foot back to the corner, tagging in Lewis again. They set up a double-team—Anderson holds the leg, Lewis climbs to the second rope—

 

Colin: "This is trouble—Lewis comes down with a DOUBLE STOMP right to the ankle!"

 

Zagreus screams out in pain and clutches the joint. Lewis rolls him over for the cover.

 

Ref: "ONE! TWO!—"

 

Kickout at two-and-a-half.

 

Kendra: "Zagreus STILL has life in him! But for how much longer?!"

 

Lewis grabs the ankle and does a slow, mocking twist before dropping into a figure-four leglock dead center in the ring.

 

Colin: "Figure Four! Figure Four locked in—Zagreus is trapped in the middle of the ring!"

 

Kendra: "Come on, kid! Fight through it!"

 

Arvin: "He’s got nowhere to go. That ankle’s about to snap like a breadstick!"

 

Zagreus writhes, teeth clenched—then he reaches back and SLAPS Lewis across the face. Lewis reels for a second—Zagreus rolls the hold over to reverse the pressure!

 

Colin: "HE FLIPPED IT! Lewis is in pain now!"

 

Arvin: "Oh no no no—"

 

But just as Zagreus starts crawling for the tag, Anderson runs in and nails him in the back of the head with a forearm, breaking the reversal. The ref argues with Anderson as Lewis drags himself up and tags back in.

 

Colin: "Oh COME ON! Anderson wasn’t even legal!"

 

Kendra: "They are doing everything to keep Zagreus away from Balor Wolfe!"

 

Anderson rushes in and hits a shinbreaker on the injured leg. Then he hooks the ankle into a modified ankle lock, pulling Zagreus back into the center again.

 

Arvin: "You can feel that pressure, McRae! Like twisting a wrench until the bolt snaps!"

 

Colin: "And look at Balor Wolfe—pacing like a caged animal on that apron, just begging for the tag!"

 

Zagreus’ hand hovers over the mat… but he clenches his fist instead of tapping.

 

Kendra: "He’s not giving up. Not yet."

 

The Blondes continue the punishment—tag after tag, relentless stomps, focused holds. Every time Zagreus even leans toward his corner, one of them cuts him off, grabs the foot, or chokes him on the ropes when the ref is distracted.

 

Colin: "This is clinical. Ruthless. The MAWLiwood Blondes are dissecting Zagreus right now."

 

As the camera zooms in on Zagreus’ face—red with pain and frustration—he locks eyes with Balor, who’s extending his hand with fire in his eyes.

 

Kendra: "He has to tag. Or this match is over."

 

Colin McRae: "Zagreus is desperate now—he just needs one opening! One clean shot!"

 

Lewis, the legal man, drags Zagreus up by the wrist, setting for what looks like a short-arm clothesline—but Zagreus ducks it! Off pure instinct—

 

Kendra Mavis: "He ducked it! Wait—SUPERKICK!!"

 

Zagreus plants his foot and lands a Superkick flush on Lewis’ jaw! The crowd ROARS as Lewis spins and crumples to the mat.

 

Colin: "HE NAILED IT! Lewis is down—Zagreus just dropped him!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "No! NO! Not like this!"

 

Zagreus collapses too, the damage to his ankle taking its toll. He starts dragging himself across the mat, inch by agonizing inch toward the outstretched hand of Balor Wolfe.

 

Colin: "C'mon kid… just a few more inches…"

 

But suddenly, Mark Anderson—not the legal man—drops from the apron and races around the ring. He YANKS Balor off the apron and sends him crashing shoulder-first into the steel steps!

 

Kendra: "Oh come ON! He just threw Balor into the steps!"

 

Colin: "The ref is FURIOUS—he’s laying into Anderson! But look out—INSIDE THE RING—"

 

With the ref distracted yelling at Anderson, Lewis crawls over to the camera Anderson left ringside, lifts it high—

 

Arvin: "That’s the moneymaker right there!"

 

—AND BLASTS ZAGREUS WITH THE CAMERA! Flashbulb goes off on impact.

 

Colin: "NO!! CAMERA SHOT TO THE SKULL! THE REF DIDN’T SEE IT!"

 

Lewis hooks the leg deep as the ref turns around to count.

 

Ref: "ONE! TWO!—"

 

The arena holds its breath.

 

Ref: "—NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! FOOT ON THE ROPE!"

 

Kendra: "YES! ZAGREUS’ FOOT IS ON THE ROPE! HE FOUND A WAY!"

 

Arvin: "HOW?! HOW DID HE SURVIVE THAT?!"

 

Lewis is stunned. Anderson slides back in and starts celebrating prematurely, pointing at the timekeeper demanding the bell. The ref waves him off and points to the foot on the rope.

 

Colin: "The Blondes think they’ve won—but the match is still going!"

 

Kendra: "The ref is trying to explain but they’re both in his face now!"

 

Lewis and Anderson swarm the referee, shouting over each other—arms flailing, pointing at the “three count” that never was.

 

Suddenly—

 

THUD!

 

The steel steps outside the ring tip over violently. Balor Wolfe rises up behind them, fuming, clutching his shoulder. His eyes locked on the Blondes like a man possessed.

 

Colin: "OH NO. THE WOLF IS AWAKE."

 

Arvin: "Get out of there! Get out of there RIGHT NOW!"

 

Zagreus is crawling—no one notices. Lewis and Anderson are too busy arguing, waving their hands, practically bumping the ref in frustration. The crowd is getting louder…

 

Kendra: "Zagreus is moving… THEY DON'T SEE HIM!"

 

Zagreus rises just enough, pushes forward—and—

TAG!!!

 

Colin: "TAG MADE! BALOR WOLFE IS LEGAL!"

 

The crowd ERUPTS as Balor leaps over the ropes and storms into the ring. Lewis and Anderson freeze mid-sentence, realizing too late what’s happened. The color drains from their faces.

 

Kendra: "Look at their faces. That is FEAR."

 

Balor Wolfe steps into the ring—he doesn’t run. He doesn’t smile. He just burns a hole through both men with his stare.

 

Kendra: "Wolfe is in. The alpha has returned… and business is about to pick up."

 

Colin McRae: "Balor Wolfe is legal, and the Blondes have no idea what they’ve just invited into that ring!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "They’ve been playing dirty all night—and now the wolf is HUNGRY!"

 

Lewis, still flustered, is the first to lunge in—

 

Colin: "Lewis charges—NOPE! HUGE LARIAT FROM WOLFE!!"

 

Balor damn near decapitates him with a brutal lariat! Lewis hits the mat and rolls under the bottom rope instinctively. The crowd roars!

 

Arvin Wallace: "That was... okay, that was bad."

 

Anderson, wide-eyed, hesitates—but rushes in with a shout. Mistake.

 

Colin: "Anderson up next—SPINNING BACK ELBOW!! Balor CRUSHES him!"

 

Kendra: "He spun that man into next week!"

 

Anderson stumbles—Balor grabs him, lifts him into the air—

 

Colin: "BELLY-TO-BACK SLAM! Anderson bounces off the mat like a basketball!"

 

Kendra: "Listen to this crowd!! They are LOSING it!"

 

Lewis stumbles back onto the apron and tries to springboard back in—

 

Colin: "Lewis off the ropes—CAUGHT!! Balor snatches him mid-air—"

 

Colin: "SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER!!"

 

The ring shakes. The crowd is on their feet as both Blondes are down. Balor’s chest is heaving, but his eyes are locked in—focused. He backs into the corner, crouching, stalking.

 

Colin: "He’s looking for it…"

 

Kendra: "Heart of the Wolfe… incoming!"

 

Anderson, groggy, pulls himself up using the ropes—he turns—

 

Colin: "HEART OF THE WOLFE SPEAR!!!"

 

Kendra: "HE CUT HIM IN HALF!!"

 

Balor drives through Anderson with terrifying speed, pinning him into the mat with precision. The impact draws a gasp from the crowd. But Balor doesn’t stop—he spins to his feet, turns—

 

Colin: "Lewis is trying to run—TOO LATE!!"

 

Colin: "ANOTHER HEART OF THE WOLFE SPEAR!! Two for two!"

 

Kendra: "HE’S POSSESSED TONIGHT! THIS IS UNREAL!"

 

The crowd is deafening now, chants of "BA-LOR! BA-LOR!" echoing through the arena. Balor stumbles backward, breath ragged, sweat dripping, leans against the ropes as he looks out at the audience.

 

Then slowly… he turns back to the ring.

 

One of the Blondes—the legal man, Lewis—begins to rise, slowly crawling to his feet, unaware of what’s coming.

 

Balor’s expression shifts. Calm. Focused. Eerily still.

 

Colin: "Uh-oh…"

 

He walks to the center of the ring, raises his hands high, palms together—

 

Kendra: "It’s coming… he’s putting this match to bed…"

 

Balor gently rests the side of his face on his joined hands, holding the moment—eyes locked on Lewis.

 

Arvin Wallace: "...I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all."

 

He lowers his hands slowly, like lowering the curtain on the Blondes' hopes. The crowd rises in anticipation—

 

Colin: "Lights out."

 

Fade to tension as Lewis stumbles upright... and Balor steps forward.

 

Colin McRae: "Balor’s signaling—lights out! This one might be over right now."

 

Balor reaches down, grabbing a dazed Lewis by the hair—

 

Kendra Mavis: "He’s got him right where he wants him…"

 

—but suddenly, Anderson rushes up and grabs the referee by the collar, shouting in his face! The ref spins around, trying to keep Anderson back.

 

Colin: "Mark Anderson’s got the ref! What the hell?!"

 

In that heartbeat—LOW BLOW! Lewis crashes his arm right between Balor’s legs while the ref’s back is turned.

 

Kendra: "You’ve gotta be kidding me!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "Hollywood magic, baby!"

 

Balor drops to his knees, gasping. Lewis grins, tagging in Anderson. Now both Blondes—back in control—grab Balor.

 

Colin: "They’re going for it—FINAL TAKE incoming—"

 

Anderson lifts Balor up for the spinebuster setup—Lewis climbs to the top rope—

 

Arvin: "Goodnight, Wolfe!"

 

—but in mid-air, Balor twists out of Anderson’s grasp and CATCHES him mid-drop!

 

Colin: "WAIT—COUNTER!!!"

 

Balor FLIPS over Anderson’s shoulder, twisting—then SNAPS DOWN with a vicious Divine Fall! Anderson’s face DRIVEN into the canvas!

 

Kendra: "DIVINE FALL! BALOR COUNTERED OUT OF NOWHERE!"

 

Balor hooks the leg, rolling Anderson over for the cover!

 

Ref: "ONE! TWO!—"

 

Lewis SCRAMBLES—he leaps off the top rope to break the pin—

 

Colin: "Lewis from the top—"

 

*—but ZAGREUS COMES OUT OF NOWHERE!

 

Kendra: "Blessing of Persephone!!!"

 

Zagreus SPRINGBOARDS with perfect timing, catching Lewis mid-air and PLANTING him with a springboard Flatliner—Blessing of Persephone! The crowd ERUPTS as Lewis bounces off the canvas, glassy-eyed.

 

Colin: "UNBELIEVABLE! He caught him clean in mid-air!"

 

Arvin: "NO! NO! NO!!"

 

The ref returns his attention to the legal men—Anderson is still OUT from Divine Fall—

 

Ref: "ONE! TWO! THREE!!!"

 

[DING DING DING!!!]

 

Kendra: "RADIO SILENCE GETS IT DONE!!"

The arena erupts with cheers as Balor Wolfe and Zagreus stand victorious in the center of the ring. The lights flicker briefly, giving off an eerie vibe as they raise their hands high in the air, basking in the adoration of the crowd. Balor holds his championship belt, the golden plate gleaming in the light as he proudly raises it high for all to see.

 

Colin McRae: "What a match! What a victory for Radio Silence here tonight!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "I don’t think anyone saw that coming. After all the dirty tactics the Blondes threw at them… and yet, Radio Silence proves they are untouchable!"

 

Arvin Wallace (grumbling): "They cheated! Those... those cowards had no business winning that way!"

 

In the ring, Balor steps forward, holding the championship belt in his hand. He grabs the ropes, standing tall, and leans toward the camera with a devilish grin spreading across his face.

 

Balor Wolfe (yelling into the camera): "I’m on a different level, Rivers! You can’t beat me. I told you this would happen! I’m untouchable, and I’m holding this gold for a reason!"

 

Zagreus stands beside him, nodding confidently as the crowd reacts with excitement. But just as they’re soaking in the moment—*

 

The camera shifts to the Blondes—Winston Lewis and Mark Anderson, who are slowly making their way up the ramp. They look disheveled and battered, holding each other up as if they can barely stand. Their faces are bruised, their expressions full of anger and disbelief, and they’re both clutching at their bodies, as though the punishment they took has left them wounded.

 

Lewis (grumbling): "I wanna sue… look what they did to my face, man! This is disgusting!"

 

Anderson (with a wince, clutching his ribs): "I’m calling a lawyer. This isn’t over. I’m gonna make them pay for this!"

 

The two of them slowly make their way toward the back, still muttering angrily as they continue to hold onto each other for support, looking like they've just been through a war. Meanwhile, in the ring, Balor and Zagreus exchange a few words with each other before both glance over at the Blondes making their retreat.

 

Colin McRae: "Well, it looks like the Blondes aren’t too happy about that defeat. And who can blame them? They came in with every trick in the book and still couldn’t get the job done."

 

Kendra Mavis: "The way they’re acting, you’d think they got hit by a truck! But it was Balor and Zagreus who really brought it tonight. They’re a force to be reckoned with."

 

Arvin Wallace (snorts): "Oh, they’ll be back. You can bet on that. No way those two go quietly into the night. They’ll be back, looking for revenge."

 

The camera lingers on Balor Wolfe, still holding his title high, before it cuts back to the Blondes as they make their exit. The sound of them complaining and plotting their next move echoes through the arena.

 

Colin McRae (with a smirk): "Well, looks like the Blondes might be looking for some legal help after tonight, but I don’t think anyone’s gonna be able to stop Radio Silence anytime soon."

 

Kendra Mavis: "What a statement! Balor Wolfe and Zagreus just showed they’re not to be messed with— and Rivers, if you’re listening, you’ve been warned!"

 

Colin: We've got one more match tonight, and that involves the hometown heroes in action in a final survivor series tag! This exchange backstage gives us a taste of where some of our competitor's heads are at.