As a black screen confronts the viewer, an audible chiming of a ring bell can be heard three times, as the scene rapidly fades into colour alongside an immediate cacophony of boos from a rapturous crowd.

 

The scene comes into focus showing one man lying on the ring mat adorned with ‘DCW’ logos, and another man sitting beside him - raising an arm with an expression of relief and joy.

 

 

Both men are bleeding heavily, evident by the masks of crimson painted on their faces.

 

 

J Mysteq: “Christian Reed has managed to pin the Destructive Star Champion, Crimson Deadly, in the third fall here in this Four Stages of Hell triple threat match!”

 

 

Drew Savage: “Crimson Deadly and Cody Caster have been targeting Christian far more than they have each other, but despite that he's managed to maintain a lifeline in this match!”

 

 

The Hell in a Cell that the competitors were fighting inside quickly ascends back into the rafters as the fourth and final contest gets underway.

 

Drew Savage: “All three competitors in this match are now neck and neck, winning one contest each!”

 

J Mysteq: “Absolutely! To recap the fans who may just be tuning in, Cody Caster picked up the first fall in a Falls Counter Anywhere stipulation, with Crimson Deadly winning the TLC match.”

 

Drew Savage: “And as you just saw, my man Christian Reed wins the Hell in a Cell match to bring us into our tiebreaker: A Buried Alive match!”

 

As his small moment of joy continues, a third man comes into view in a haze as he almost instantly closes the distance between himself and Christian Reed.

 

Cody Caster dives while throwing a hard Flying Clothesline towards Christian who collapses backwards from the impact, with Cody Caster on top of him.

 

J Mysteq: “It looks like Cody Caster has recovered from that sickening Chair Shot from Christian a few minutes ago!”

 

Drew Savage: “And he looks fired up! Can Christian Reed regain the upper hand!?”

 

A short back and forth scuffle between the two men begins to ensue as limbs flail around on the floor, the crazed battle of wills pushes them across the mat, before their fight leads them under the ropes and to the outside.

 

At a vertical base and able to separate somewhat, the two men begin to trade punches which leads them onto the bottom of the entrance ramp.

 

Drew Savage: “These men are edging closer and closer to the hole that at least one of these men will be buried in tonight!”

 

J Mysteq: “But who's going to give an inch in this stalemate!?”

 

As the two men sluggishly go back and forth, Cody Caster lifts an arm and blocks another of Christian Reed's return punches, he quickly drives his arm upwards and connects with a vicious European Uppercut, sending Christian reeling further up the entrance ramp

 

Drew Savage: “Come on, Christian! Your prize is just up that ramp!”

 

Cody Caster finds his balance and begins running towards Christian, who spies the danger and responds by using Cody's momentum to throw him upwards, as he flips over and lands on his back with a tailbone tingling Back Body Drop onto the steel entrance ramp

 

J Mysteq: “OH MY GOD! HIS BACK'S BROKEN!”

 

Drew Savage: “WHAT AN IMPACT! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!”

 

Cody Caster audibly screams in pain as he arches his back and rolls onto his side, writhing. Christian Reed turns around with a grin on his face, twirling his hands in front of him as though he's a conductor leading a composition of Caster's misery

 

Drew Savage: “It's a masterpiece, J!”

 

J Mysteq: “It's downright cruel, is what it is!”

 

The angle switches suddenly for two seconds, showing Crimson Deadly still laid in the ring - but beginning to show signs of life. As quickly as it's shown, we return back to the duel on the ramp as Christian begins to lift Cody onto his knees, before delivering a piston-like Closed-Fist Punch causing Cody Caster’s head to whip backwards as he falls back to the ramp

 

J Mysteq: “Oh that looked hard! Cody could be seeing stars after that!”

 

Drew Savage: “Christian Reed is beginning to take control of this duel!”

 

Cody Caster turns to crawl away and create some distance to recover. Christian Reed looks at him for a moment before smiling and stepping forward to catch up, before delivering a Punt to Cody’s stomach, winding him as he lurches and gasps for air

 

J Mysteq: “This is becoming difficult to watch - each man has gone through hell in this match for like forty-five minutes now. No doubt it will shorten all their careers!”

 

Drew Savage: “This stopped being a wrestling match a while ago and became an all-out war between these three former members of Evolution of Attitude! This shows what it means to answer the question: Who was the best? And more importantly, who leaves as the Destructive Star Champion!”

 

Christian Reed grabs Cody by the hair and begins to drag him up to his feet, holding him up with his left hand and rains a Combination of Strikes with his right hand, as Cody stumbles backwards and lands back first onto the dirt mound at the top of the entrance ramp.

 

Drew Savage: “Cody’s seeing stars! Christian Reed is really laying into him and taking out his frustrations on his former friend!”

 

J Mysteq: “It’s an assault, is what it is! And look, partner - they’ve reached that mound of dirt that will end this rivalry!”

 

Christian Reed steps up onto the dirt beside Cody, who turns onto his front and climbs sluggishly onto the dirt on his hands and knees. Christian lifts his arm towards the crowd and points towards the hole in the middle of the dirt, as they boo vehemently in response; causing Christian to smile wider in response.

 

He turns back to Cody Caster and begins to lightly kick his head with his foot, as though toying with him. Cody takes it a few times but before long he reacts by lunging upwards, throwing a handful of dirt up into Christian’s face, causing him to recoil and turn away from his adversary.

 

J Mysteq: “It’s dirty, no pun intended - but it was sure effective from the Golden Boy! He may have bought himself a bit of time!”

 

Drew Savage: “I have to admire that use of his surroundings there, J! He may be taking a beating, but he still seems to have his awareness about him!”

 

Realizing he can’t let his chance go to waste, Cody Caster grits his teeth and steadily claws his way back to a vertical base as Christian Reed attempts to brush dirt out of his eyes

 

Cody delivers a decisive Clubbing Forearm to the unwitting Christian Reed, who drops to a knee from the blow, Cody quickly side-steps around Christian and wraps his arm around his head, falling backwards into a DDT on the dirt

 

J Mysteq: “Oh! Another face full of dirt for Christian Reed!”

 

Drew Savage: “It’s easy to think that’s an easy landing but with that much compacted dirt, you can bet it’s solid! I’m sure my pick Christian Reed will come out of this though!”

 

As both men lay sprawled on the dirt, the camera cuts back to the ring to show Crimson Deadly in the ring, army crawling towards the bottom rope and using it to pull himself under them. He swings himself onto his feet as he falls from the ring, but his legs give out underneath him and he falls back to his knees, clutching the ring apron

 

Drew Savage: “Well, Crimson definitely appears as though he wants to get back into this match, but it looks like his tanks running on empty!”

 

J Mysteq: “What do you expect, Drew? Crimson walked into this match to defend his championship knowing he was going to be a target for both of his former cohorts!”

 

The angle returns to the pile of dirt as both Cody and Christian have managed to scramble to their feet. Christian acts first and charges at Cody and lunges for a Spear, but appears to stop and crumple at Cody's feet

 

J Mysteq: “WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?”

 

Drew Savage: “I have no idea, J!”

 

As Cody falls backwards into a sitting position, breathing heavily beside Christian Reed, a replay from a new angle appears on screen showing Cody Caster delivering a last-ditch Knee to the jaw of Christian

 

J Mysteq: “So that's what happened!”

 

Drew Savage: “No pun intended, but what a savage knee from Cody! That's why he's a former Destructive Star Champion, his quick thinking!”

 

J Mysteq: “It has been argued that he was the brains behind Evolution of Attitude.”

 

Cody finally rises back to his feet and looks down at Christian who still appears out cold on the dirt. Cody bends down to pick Christian up who slowly comes away from the ground like dead weight.

 

Drew Savage: “Oh dear! Christian looks down for the count, but I'm sure he has something left in the tank!”

 

J Mysteq: “You just don't want to admit that his night's over!”

 

Cody manages to lift Christian to his knees. With his arms around his head, Cody begins to forcibly drag Christian towards the hole in the centre of the dirt hill

 

Slowly edging closer, the crowd cheers loudly, sensing that this match may come down to their favourites: Cody Caster and Crimson Deadly

 

As Cody heaves his opponent one last time, he comes to a stop at the edge of the dark abyss beside him, and roars towards the crowd

 

J Mysteq: “This is it for Christian Reed, Drew!”

 

Drew Savage: “NO!”

 

Suddenly, before anyone can react and mid-roar for Cody Caster, Christian Reed slips out of his arms and steps backwards from his rival

 

Cody Caster's arms flounder in front of him from the surprise as Christian pounces on the momentary confusion by stepping forward and planting Cody in the face with a hellacious Superkick

 

Drew Savage: “SUPERKICK BY CHRISTIAN REED!”

 

J Mysteq: “OH MY GOD!”

 

Cody Casters flailing arms snap rigidly to his sides from the shock as he capsizes backwards, falling into the darkness below

 

Drew Savage: “He's done it!! Cody Caster's fallen into the hole!”

 

J Mysteq: “Could he find a way to climb out of it before this match ends!?”

 

Christian himself falls to his knees after the quick turn of events, trying to catch his breath after his fight with Cody

 

J Mysteq: “Look, Drew!”

 

The camera angle changes to show Crimson Deadly, clutching the back of his neck, finally rejoining the fray and climbing onto the dirt

 

Drew Savage: “This isn't fair! Christian's just had the fight of his life and now he's got to defeat Crimson who's been out cold for the past 8 minutes!”

 

J Mysteq: “I wouldn't exactly call that resting, Drew!”

 

As Crimson stands on his feet, so does Christian Reed. They clock eyes with each other as Crimson scans the ground, putting two and two together

 

J Mysteq: “THIS IS FOR ALL THE MARBLES!”

 

The crowd roars as both competitors muster their remaining strength, tightening their lips and farrowing their eyebrows in a moment that seems to stand still, before they charge at each other intently

 

Crimson Deadly with his longer reach, throws a fist and hits Christian Reed with a Punch, who recoils backwards for a second before snarling and returning fire with a Punch of his own

 

The duel of fists intensifies as the combatants continue to Trade Punches, until it becomes a feverish contest of wills as they strike each other simultaneously

 

J Mysteq: “This is a testament to all the hatred shared between all of these guys, what it means to them!”

 

Drew Savage: “Understandably so, and can you blame them with the all-important Destructive Star Championship as the prize!?”

 

Christian Reed and Crimson Deadly begin to slow their pace, battered, bruised and covered in blood

 

Drew Savage: “The exhaustion these men must be feeling as they come up to the hour mark!”

 

J Mysteq: “It's incredible, isn't it!”

 

Suddenly, after receiving a strike by Crimson, Christian steps back and bursts forward, lifting his leg and connecting with another Superkick that sends Crimson reeling to the dirt, as Christian falls beside him

 

Drew Savage: “ANOTHER SUPERKICK! IT'S HIS! HE'S DONE IT!”

 

J Mysteq: “But he needs to capitalise on it!”

 

Breathing heavily, Christian urges himself upwards, grasping dirt as he tries to find some leverage to help him on his way

 

Slowly, after twenty seconds, Christian finds his way up to a knee

 

J Mysteq: “He's almost to his feet, and Crimson still looks down for the count!”

 

Drew Savage: “I told you, J! It's his match to win!”

 

Finally getting up to a vertical base, Christian teeters for a moment before steadily walking towards Crimson, planting a Kick onto his downed foe which causes a reaction as Crimson turns to make a bit of distance and get to his feet

 

Christian continues to hammer on his upper back with several Stiff Forearms which causes Crimson to arch his back in pain as he desperately finds a way onto his knee

 

J Mysteq: “Perhaps he doesn't quite have it just yet! The Champion seems to be showing a bit of fight out here!”

 

Drew Savage: “Yeah, but this is all in desperation!”

 

Christian changes pace and steps back, throwing a precise Punch which causes Crimson's head to whip backwards, but using the backwards momentum while on a knee to find his feet, albeit stumbling backwards

 

J Mysteq: “He just won't quit!”

 

Christian charges forward before Crimson can properly find his footing, attempting a clothesline which Crimson manages to duck under at the last moment

 

He finds himself back-to-back with his rival and reaches back to lift his opponent by the pits of his arms

 

Drew Savage: “NO!”

 

Once in the air, Crimson shows his teeth as he pushes Christian upwards, launching him into the air for a split second, quickly clasping his hands around Christian's neck before performing a sit-down manoeuvre, driving Christian's back into his shoulder with a spine-shattering Vertebral Annihilation

 

J Mysteq: “YES! CRIMSON GETS THE VERTEBRAL ANNIHILATION!”

 

Drew Savage: “This isn't how it should be!”

 

Crimson gets back up slowly, and turns to his opponent who's writhing and gasping for air, reaches down and grabs him by the hair, dragging him to the hole where Cody Caster continues to lie

 

As they reach the hole, Christian manages to squirm free of Crimson's clutches and falls backwards onto his backside next to the pit, throwing his hands up together in a pleading fashion

 

Drew Savage: “Have some mercy, Crimson!”

 

J Mysteq: “You know he can't do that, Drew!”

 

Crimson leans on his knees to catch his breath while looking at his former compatriot. After a few moments, he stands and looks at the crowd for a brief second

 

But then, as quickly as he did, he turns back and lifts his leg, swinging his foot around and connecting with a star-seeing Volley to Christian's head, who's body falls limp, and he naturally leans sideways and slides over the edge and onto Cody

 

J Mysteq: “He's done it!”

 

Drew Savage: “That kick was too far! He was a defenceless man, pleading for his life!”

 

J Mysteq: “They all knew what it meant if this match became a Buried Alive, Drew!”

 

Crimson walks away from the hole towards a lever, pausing for a second as the fans cheer rapturously. Finally, Crimson pulls the switch as dirt falls from above and blankets the hole where Cody and Christian used to be

 

In the distance, the bell rings for the final time

 

J Mysteq: “He's done it! Despite all the odds, Crimson Deadly has overcome his former best friends to retain his Destructive Star Championship!”

 

Drew Savage: “I'd love to be able to say it was a fluke but after that contest, hats off to him.”

 

As Crimson Deadly's entrance music plays, the referee scrambles onto the dirt and runs over to him, handing him his Destructive Star Championship as he lifts it into the air with a roar

 

J Mysteq: “Take a bow! I'm sure this kid will be a household name for decades!”

 

Drew Savage: “Oh yes! Bright things are in his future!”

 

Suddenly, the image begins to stutter and distort, as though it's falling in and out of focus. The lights become hazy as the previously rapturous fans appear to be pointing and laughing.

 

Crimson looks on confused and realizes they're laughing at him. He looks up at his championship confused and finds a metal bat held in his closed fist.

 

 

Eyebrows furrowed, he peers behind him where his fallen foes were and sees a mess of blankets and a duffle bag.

 

J Mysteq: “Oh wow! He's only gone and become a homeless nobody!”

 

Drew Savage: “How embarrassing! I'm so disappointed in what he's become!”

 

The laughing fans seem to rapidly increase in volume until it's the only thing that can be heard, until a sudden detached scream infiltrates the all-consuming sound.

 

In a flash, the bright lights and the deafening and chaotic sounds are overtaken with dark quiet as the scene changes, showing the silhouette of a large man sitting upright with a gasp, previously laying on what appears to be several worn but still-padded blankets, with a backdrop of fabric.

 

The man looks around to his left looking towards, but beyond the view of the scene. An orange, faint glow dully illuminates his face, cheeks protruding like it was chiselled from hard marble, and a long beard concealing half of his face. His eyebrows cast a shadow over his eyes, which reflects the distant orange light, making it appear as though there is fire in his eyes.

 

He lifts his arm to his face and rubs his eyes with his forearm, before looking down at his hand. Staring at them intently, he speaks for the first time.

 

Silhouette: “Was that really twelve years ago…?”

 

Suddenly, darkness assaults the screen, winning definitively as the scene comes to an end.

 

 

The scene changes suddenly as drone footage glides across Madison Square Garden, the camera facing down as hundreds of gleeful faces smile back at it, reaching and pointing upwards. Slowing slightly, the drone moves to face the center of the stage. As though a trigger, this causes the lights to dim. The titantron comes to life to show a static grey screen.

 

Transitioning to a direct view of the big screen, we fade in to find the bearded silhouette seen previously waking up from an apparent nightmare. Continuing from where we left off, the man is still fixated on his hand.

 

Silhouette: “What happened to me?”

 

Before he can begin to contemplate an answer for this question, a shriek can be heard - exactly the same as the one he heard at the end of his dream, pulling him out of his stupor. He looks around erratically before getting up. The scene shifts to the outside of a tent, perched on a gravel floor. Quickly, the man’s face protrudes from the opening in the small shelter as he peers around.

 

The camera turns 180 degrees to view what seemed to be an encampment of tents standing without uniform inside a tunnel, the orange glow made evident by lit fires on the ground, surrounded by gravel barriers to contain them.

 

Panning across the sight, we finally get a glimpse of a gathering of people thirty feet away. Returning to the large man who’s features now showed age and a slight gaunt appearance. His eyes widen as he disappears back inside of the tent, emerging seconds later with a metal bat in his hand.

 

Standing to his full height, the camera has to adjust slightly to peer upwards, a testament to how tall the man is. More shocking still was the sheer stature of the man, with broad shoulders and thick muscles. He hastily begins walking in the direction of the commotion.

 

 

Before he can begin to contemplate an answer for this question, a shriek can be heard - exactly the same as the one he heard at the end of his dream, pulling him out of his stupor. He looks around erratically before getting up. The scene shifts to the outside of a tent, perched on a gravel floor. Quickly, the man’s face protrudes from the opening in the small shelter as he peers around.

 

The camera turns 180 degrees to view what seemed to be an encampment of tents standing without uniform inside a tunnel, the orange glow made evident by lit fires on the ground, surrounded by gravel barriers to contain them.

 

Panning across the sight, we finally get a glimpse of a gathering of people thirty feet away. Returning to the large man who’s features now showed age and a slight gaunt appearance. His eyes widen as he disappears back inside of the tent, emerging seconds later with a metal bat in his hand.

 

Standing to his full height, the camera has to adjust slightly to peer upwards, a testament to how tall the man is. More shocking still was the sheer stature of the man, with broad shoulders and thick muscles. He hastily begins walking in the direction of the commotion.

 

As he approaches, some of the people in the crowd see him and begin to create an opening, pulling others with them to create a direct line towards whatever was happening. Walking through them and stepping into the clearing, he immediately sees the issue.

 

Four men are standing together, laughing at a fourth man who approaches them and holds out his hand, revealing brass knuckles on his bloodied hand. The large man looks to his right and looks onto a horrible scene.

 

 

A woman known to the man as Christine kneels over a man laid on the ground with tears streaming down her cheeks. The man, named Frank who was the de facto leader of their community, looks worse for wear with his eye swollen shut, covered with blood flowing from a gash on his eyebrow. The woman looks desperately at the crowd around them before double-taking onto the man wielding his bat.

 

Christine: “Scott! Please do something!”

 

On hearing this, the four men turn to see who she’s talking to. On seeing the man named Scott, they falter slightly - but the one with the brass knuckles regains his composure and begins to laugh. The three others join in awkwardly at first, but grow into it. Pointing at Scott with his bloodied hand, he begins to speak.

 

Aggressor: “What the hell have they been feeding you, big guy?”

 

Scott grips his bat tighter and clenches his teeth, causing his jaw to flex noticeably, but he offers no words.

 

Aggressor: “You got a problem or somethin’? Who the hell are you even supposed to be?”

 

At this, Scott smiles confidently and answers shortly.

 

Scott: “They call me Scott Razor.”

 

The aggressors' features change to show genuine confusion before responding with bewilderment.

 

Aggressor: “Yeah? Who’s ‘they’? Am I supposed to know who you are?”

 

He turns to his friends and begins to laugh as they join in once again. Scott’s expression falls to a grimace as he realizes the men don’t know his name. He bears his gritted teeth as he points behind the men.

 

Scott Razor: “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

 

In response, the leader of this small group laughs even harder. Composing himself once again, he widens his arms invitingly.

 

Aggressor: “Oh yeah? And what if we decide not to?”

 

He begins laughing again but quickly continues.

 

Aggressor: “Wait… Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of taking on all four of us!?”

 

Scott pauses for a moment and begins to survey the men in front of him. Seemingly working something out. Before long, a small, knowing smile appears on his face through gritted teeth as he responds to the question.

 

Scott Razor: “To be honest, I don't think I’ll need to.”

 

The leader looks at Scott incredulously before breaking into a short, fake sounding laugh. Suddenly, he stops and surges forward, attempting to swing a brass knuckled fist at Scott Razor. Scott reacts quickly and weaves his head, dodging the attempted punch. As the man stumbles in front of him, he lunges himself and responds with a decisive elbow to the man's jaw, causing him to crumple to the floor immediately.

 

A second man runs wildly forward to back up his friend but Scott grips his bat and swings it into their midsection, causing them to double over. Hastily, he lifts the bat above his head and swings it once more down onto the second man’s back, who also falls to the floor in a heap.

 

Relaxing slightly, he stands straight and looks at the last two men who had hung back, seemingly daring them to do something. They hesitate for a moment, looking at their friends on the floor before turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction.

 

Scott relaxes fully and walks over to the couple on the ground, crouching next to them. Christine throws her arms around him and weeps into his chest.

 

Christine: “Thank you so much! I was so worried about what they were going to do!”

 

Scott lets her get it out for a moment before turning to Frank, who winces back at him with his one eye.

 

Scott Razor: “You good, Frank?”

 

Frank grunts as he begins to lift himself up onto his elbows.

 

Frank: “I’m gonna be seriously bruised in the morning… But I’ll live. Can you help?”

 

Frank nods slightly as a thanks to Scott, who returns the gesture with a reassuring smile.

 

Scott Razor: “Gimme a second.”

 

Scott stands back up and walks across to the two men still out cold on the floor and begins checking their pockets. Pulling wallets out of their pockets, he takes the money in them and also removes a plastic card out of each. Returning to Frank, he puts his arm over him and lifts him to his feet.

 

Carrying him, he takes Frank to his tent along with Christine. He lays him down in a comfortable spot and kneels with his head just inside the tent.

 

Scott Razor: “You sure you’re gonna be fine now, old man?”

 

Frank chuckles slightly but stops as he winces in pain once again.

 

Frank: “Seriously, don’t worry about me, Scott. I’ve been through worse than this in my life.”

 

The truth though, is that Scott was concerned for a reason. Frank was a man who had been like the only father figure he’d had since his own dad had passed away. He’d met them years before and they had welcomed him into their nomadic community, which served him perfectly moving around to appear in different underground fighting rings for a meager income. He smiles warmly towards Frank, accepting his answer, and then looks down at the items in his hand.

 

Scott Razor: “I took this money for your troubles, hopefully you can use it to get some painkillers or something that’ll help with the swelling. I also took their ID’s as evidence, if you want to use that.”

 

Scott hands the items to Christine and then begins to back away.

 

Frank: “Wait… Scott!”

 

Poking his head back through the tent opening, Scott waits for Frank to continue.

 

Frank: “Listen, we’ve been around all over the place and you’ve helped us whenever we’ve run into trouble… But the truth is you’ve always been too good for this place. We’re moving on from New Jersey soon, but I think you need to stay here and sprout your wings.

 

Scott looks at his friend dumbfounded.

 

Scott Razor: “Wha-”

 

Frank begins to reach into his pocket as he pulls a leaflet out of his pocket.

 

Frank: “I’m not taking no for an answer Scott… Take this.”

 

He holds out the leaflet, and Scott takes it and peers down at it skeptically, but his expression quickly changes to surprise as he looks back up towards Frank who stares at him meaningfully.

 

Frank: “Go and become what you were always supposed to be - a star.”

 

Scott presses his lips together, and then nods back at the man who had shared so much wisdom with him over the years. Taking that to mean the conversation is over, he begins to recede back from the tent, parting with one final statement.

 

Scott Razor: “See you around, Frank. Thanks.”

 

Scott stands back up and begins walking absentmindedly back towards his tent, continuing to stare at the leaflet in his hand. The angle changes slightly to show the contents of the leaflet. The first thing that can be seen is the logo for MAWL - Maniacal Action Wrestling League. The card for the event can be seen below this, along with the address of <venue> in New Jersey on April 25th, 2025.

 

Scott considered the implications of everything that had taken place that night. The nightmare that woke him up, this leaflet… And infuriatingly, the fact that the aggressor didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know what the future was going to hold, but there’s one thing he knew with absolute certainty…

 

The fire within him had been reignited, and he was going to do everything in his power to reclaim his rightful place.

 

The scene fades to black with finality.

 

APRIL 18, 2025
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN
NEW YORK, NY

 

Fireworks go off at Madison Square Garden as Kaiser Chiefs "Cousin in the Bronx" plays through the arena. 

 

 

Colin (OC): WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME TO THE AMAZING, ICONIC MADISON SQUARE GARDEN WHERE WE ARE ABOUT TO ENGAGE IN INSANITY! I'M COLIN MCRAE HERE WITH ARVIN WALLACE-JONES AND KENDRA MAVIS AND WE ARE GETTING READY FOR TAXIDERBY 2025. 

 

 

Colin: I can't believe that our once little company is getting a chance to be here at Madison Square Garden, and the energy is just absolutely bonkers. I don't blame the crowd for being excited, it's going to be a hell of a card. 

 

 

Kendra: As a wise Olympian once said, Colin, It's True, It's Damn True. All of our titles up for grabs, and as I was talking about with Daria Donner and Irving Barth in the pre-show, there's a lot of bad bad blood going into tonight to look out for. WonderWolf getting his hands on Question Mark Vraag, Daniel getting a crack at both Genesis and Omega X in a triple threat, Kiki Kruel and Violet, Charlotte and Bowen, Jay the Joker and Manta Ray... so much tension has been building these past few weeks and I expect nothing short of explosiveness today.

 

Colin: In fact, the explosions started already during the Shoey for Charity, where Tyler Hayes went down to a steel boot and I think he may actually not be cleared to compete today.

 

 

Arvin: That was gonna be the case because of his liver anyway, Colin, and I still can't believe that we sanctioned that event.

 

Colin: It raised a decent amount of money for charity, can't go wrong with that. 

 

Kendra: We hope that Tyler will be back on his feet a little bit later, but our card is actually going to be kicking off with bad blood from the jump. Gina Thieso came in on anti-corruption platform, joining La Family, only to be corrupted by the very people she was set on bringing down. 

 

Arvin: She saw the writing on the wall, Kendra, she knew that there was no success in playing gangster and grew up right before our eyes.

 

Colin: Cynicism starting early. Gotta love it.

 

Arvin: Look, I'm tellin ya, Gina Thieso is no fool. She played that shrewdly and made the right move for herself and I respect it.

 

Kendra: Well, we'll see if it pays off, as we take it down to Ash for the first bell ring of the main show.

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

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

 

 

A red carpet rolls out as the crowd boos. Magnus flanks Gina Thieso, as if he's her security detail. Gina has a sparkly golden robe and a matching sparkly holster on her leg that shows as she walks with the confidence of a Baroness.

 

 

Ash: Out first, representing Team SuperStarz, Magnus and "Golden Gun" Gina Thieso!

 

The audience boos with intensity. Magnus and Gina wave them off as they enter the ring.

 

Arvin: The sound of jealousy just ringing through this classic arena.

 

Kendra: I think that might be the sound of seeing a traitor. 

 

 

The limo pulls up and Alessia Romano and Dino H. Boro step out.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! Representing La Family, "The Counsel" Alessia Romano and "Lefty Legs" Dino H. Boro!

 

The bell rings. 

 

Colin: Magnus and Romano to start. Romano just last week made an impressive debut absolutely decimating two of Zora Luthor's stronger fighters, so weirdly Magnus may be more her equal.

 

Kendra: Magnus starts brutally with a punch to the skull, connects and parlays that to a belly to belly. Alessia to her feet, Magnus goes for another skull punch and Alessia catches it into a one arm judo throw! There's that power. She picks Magnus up and a solid front slam! Going for the pin but Magnus kicks quickly.

 

Colin: Alessia getting Magnus up into the Guerilla Press AND NO MAGNUS THROWS HIS BODY STRAIGHT DOWN ON HER! GOING FOR THE PIN-Alessia kicks!

 

Arvin: Both of these competitors are a little too up on their own strength, they're just assuming they can squash each other. 

 

Colin: I suspect you may be right.

 

Arvin: Of course I am.

 

Kendra: Romano throws Magnus off the ropes and catches him into the Uranage!! Going for a snap suplex, Magnus reverses into a vertical suplex of his own! The quick punch by Romano, and Romano going for the tag but Magnus catches her and Irish Whips into his corner and tags in Gina. 

 

Colin: Gina tries to rake the eys of Alessia, Alessia picks her up into a Military Press and F5!!! The traitor eats mat!

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: And she's got the shoulder up, normal techniques don't work on the Golden Gun. Gina whips Alessia into the corner, tags Magnus back in, Magnus holds Alessia up into a powerbomb! Gina up to the top and a senton right in the face of Alessia! Magnus goes for the cover-

 

1!

 

Colin: Alessia gets the shoulder up! Alessia throws heavy punches into the face of Magnus. Magnus with a bodyslam and an elbow drop to the face of Alessia. Alessia grabs the elbow of Magnus and up into the sky, Military Press! F5!! Magnus going down! Going for the pin- Magnus kicks.

 

Kendra: Magnus lifts Alessia up....BEAR HUG!! AND WE ARE GOING FOR A RIDE INTO THE LAND OF THE CRUSHING GRIP AND DOWN INTO THE SLAM!! Going for the pin, Alessia gets the shoulder up again! They're just throwing all their big moves at each other and can barely eke a count half the time! Alessia with a punch combo getting Magnus off her and to her feet, she hasn't yet tagged in Dino and maybe she should consider that as a choice.

 

Arvin: She's choosing instead to keep the action going, hits a rib breaker. Bionic elbow to the head of Magnus. Magnus back to his feet and immediately hits Alessia with a big boot. Alessia pops back to her feet like it's nothing and capture suplex to Magnus!

 

Colin: Tag, Alessia, don't be a hero! Magnus gets in Alessia's face and they're mouthing off to each other. Little push, Magnus getting fresh and Alessia headbutts him and ripcord lariat! Respect your elders! 

 

Kendra: Or punch her in the skull. Also a choice.

 

Arvin: She responds to that with a jumping Spinebuster to Magnus! Going for a pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Magnus barely kicks and tries to roll her into a pin but she kicks too.

 

Arvin: Magnus frustrated and a Running Powerslam to Alessia! Alessia GOING FOR THE TAG...NO Magnus whips her into his corner, tags in Gina and double foot choke! Gina backs it up, and One Percent! Going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Kendra: Alessia kicks out of the pin. This woman will not stay down. Alessia hits with a huge bionic elbow and A TAG TO DINO!! Dino has been waiting this whole time to get his hand on them and two huge hammer punches to Gina, and an Axe Kick! Gina from the ground trying to get a schoolgirl pin, DINO RISING TO HIS FEET AND LIFTS GINA UP, SAMOAN DROP! 

 

Colin: Gina with the Hot Tag to Magnus, punch to Dino, boot to Alessia off the apron, Chokeslam to Dino! Dino bounces right back up and a spinning knee strike! Magnus punches Dino in the skull. SHATTERS DINO WITH THAT BELLY TO BELLY! Dino tries to get back up and Magnus just stamps him right back down! Dino tags Alessia and gets Magnus up in a vertical fisherman hold...ALESSIA GETS DINO ON HER SHOULDERS...TOWER OF DOOM FISHERMAN BUSTER! MAGNUS IS SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES!

 

Arvin: Alessia goes for the pin, GINA HITS HER WITH BRASS KNUCKLES! Magnus rolls her into a Crucifix-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Magnus wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Magnus and Golden Gun Gina Thieso! 

 

Kendra: Starting off with a bang and Gina Thieso has made it clear that she's all in on Team Superstarz and done with the anti-corruption mission once and for all.

 

Colin: Not a hint of regret or remorse as she looks at the fallen members of what were meant to be her team.

 

Kendra: Moving on to another remorseless fighter facing one who's trying to keep herself on the straight and narrow. It's truly a battle of moral vs amoral coming up.

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The titantron shows a helicopter touching down on an island then Dinah comes out and lets out a roar.

 

 

Ash: First, from Isla Nublar, the Paleontologist of Pain, DINAH SOAR!

 

She runs down the ramp and jumps through the middle rope into the ring, where she poses like a hero.

 

 

📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – A Dull Static Cracks Through the Speakers]

 

🎵 (“Da-da-da... Where the sun don’t shine…")

 

📽️ On the tron: A tattooed hand turns the knob of a vintage radio. Static fills the screen, and through it emerges a 1930s lounge-version of Alastor, singing into a cane-topped mic in grayscale.

 

🎙️ “Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy...”

 

📽️ He croons in sync, smiling gently in that flickering world. His voice is velvet and venom. Then—

 

🎙️ “So buddy, please, won’t you smile just for me?”

 

💀 (SYNC MOMENT: “Smile”—the film burns away, revealing Alastor’s true demonic form behind the veil. Eyes burning red. Teeth... far too many.)

📢 [BOOM—The spotlight intensifies at the top of the ramp]

 

🎵 “My dear, my dear, no, you don’t have to cry…”

 

 

🔥 Alastor stands at the top of the stage, hat lowered, cane in hand. Fog wraps around his feet, and the crowd shudders.

 

📢 Ash:
"And his opponent... from HELL itself... weighing in at 230 pounds...
THE RADIO DEMON… ALASTOR!!”

🎵 “Stop and smell the roses while you've got the time…”

 

💃 He begins to walk—no, float almost, in long, exaggerated strides. Like a ringmaster with no circus, he twirls the cane, humming the melody with a smile like he knows something they don’t.

 

🎵 “Pretty soon, you’ll be pushin’ up daisies…”

 

💥 (SYNC MOMENT: “Where the sun don’t shine”)
🔴 Red
⚪ White
🟢 Green
⚫ Black
—The flash is jarring. The crowd gasps. The spotlight never shifts. It’s still on him. Always him.

 

🎵 (Instrumental picks up)

He sways with the music, pausing to mimic a waltz with an invisible partner. Then, mid-ramp, he bows to a section of the crowd as if thanking them for their silence.

🎵 “You know, I just gotta say… that you might not have a lotta time to waste…”

💥 (SYNC MOMENT: “Until the day you slip away...”)

🎭 Alastor leaps onto the apron, heels clicking mid-air. He opens the ropes for someone who isn’t there. Bows low. Slithers through the ropes.

🎵 “My dear, my dear…”

💥 (SYNC MOMENT: “Pretty soon, you’ll be pushin’ up daisies...")

💡 Lights pulse again:
🔴 Red
⚪ White
🟢 Green
⚫ Black

The crowd’s noise dips into stunned awe. The spotlight remains locked, never letting the audience forget who's center stage.

🎵 “Where the sun don’t shine…”

🔥 Alastor twirls dead center in the ring, cape fluttering like an old theater curtain. His back is to the hard cam, but his eyes glow red as he peers over his shoulder to the crowd.

📽️ He lets the music carry him one final moment, then—

🎵 “Where the sun don’t shine…” (Final line)

💥 (SYNC MOMENT: The lights snap through the pulse one last time):
🔴 Red
⚪ White
🟢 Green
⚫ Black

🎯 The spotlight remains. Alastor drops to a deep theatrical bow in the ring’s center. His cane clatters beside him.

 

The crowd ERUPTS—some in adoration, some in unease.

 

📢 Alastor slowly rises.
He says nothing.
He does not look at his opponent, already in the ring.
He stares into the crowd. Still. Centered. Grinning.

 

🎵 (The music loops in its eerie fade, trailing into low static beneath the arena’s chants of:)
"RA-DI-O DE-MON! RA-DI-O DE-MON!"

 

The bell rings.

 

[The arena lights return to normal as Alastor stands dead center in the ring, still dressed in his sharp crimson jacket, dark-tinted glasses perched on his nose, and cane resting in his hand like an accessory to a devilish dance. That grin—permanent, sinister—etched across his pale face.]

 

Colin McRae: “The match hasn’t even technically started and already this feels... unsettling. Alastor’s just standing there.”

 

Kendra Mavis: “Dinah Soar’s pacing... she knows she can’t wait. She can’t give him the pace he wants.”

 

Arvin Wallace: “She should’ve just walked away. I hate this guy, but that’s not the face of someone you rush.”

 

[DING DING DING!]

 

Colin: “AND SHE RUSHES IN—DINAH TAKING FLIGHT—”

 

WHAM!

 

Colin: “LARIAT!! LARIAT FROM ALASTOR! MY GOD SHE FLIPS IN MID-AIR!!”

 

[Dinah Soar twists violently from the impact, spinning a full 360 before crashing down on her face. The crowd gasps in unison.]

 

Kendra: “Oh no... oh no, that wasn’t just a knockdown. That was a message.”

 

Arvin (chuckling): “She got hit so hard she might’ve left the time zone. And look at him! Look at Alastor!”

 

[Alastor hasn't moved toward her. Instead, he turns slowly—deliberately—and strolls over to the nearest corner. He hums his own entrance theme quietly, head bobbing slightly as if conducting an orchestra only he can hear. He drapes his coat over the top rope, removes his glasses with flair, and hangs his cane neatly over the turnbuckle like he's checking into a hotel.]

 

Colin: “He’s not taking this seriously at all. This is a game to him.”

 

Kendra: “He hasn’t even broken a sweat. And Dinah—she’s getting back up.”

 

[Dinah crawls to her feet, shaking out the cobwebs, blinking hard. Her body tenses. She screams and charges again—this time even faster.]

 

Colin: “Here she comes again—no hesitation—”

 

Arvin: “She’s got fire, I’ll give her th—OH!”

 

Colin: “DEVIL’S CLUTCH!! THE URANAGE!!”

 

[Alastor spins on his heel and plucks her from the air mid-run like a dance partner, then SLAMS her down with a thunderous Devil’s Clutch. The ring ropes tremble. Dinah’s body bounces once, landing flat as the ref looks concerned, stepping in but not counting—there's no cover.]

 

Kendra: “He could’ve pinned her right there. But he didn’t.”

 

Arvin: “Of course not. He’s not here to win. He’s here to play.”

 

[Alastor doesn’t look surprised. Or angry. Or even slightly annoyed. He smiles wider—somehow—and steps back, arms out like he’s on stage. He starts dance-walking in a slow circle around her body, humming again, this time mixing in a few lyrics—off-key and eerie.]

 

[The crowd doesn’t boo—they watch. Some cheer, some laugh nervously, but all eyes are locked on him. The vibe isn’t hatred. It’s awe, confusion... fascination.]

 

Arvin: “He’s singing. He’s SINGING while she’s trying to remember where she is. This guy is just wired differently.”

 

Colin: “He’s in complete control—and he’s enjoying every second of it.”

 

[Dinah stirs again. Her arms tremble. The crowd starts to clap for her—building rhythm, momentum. She lunges at Alastor’s leg.]

 

Kendra: “There she goes—trying to grab a leg, anything—”

 

Colin: “But Alastor just steps back! No urgency! No panic!”

 

[He reaches down, flicks her forehead, and pirouettes away like a theater kid mocking a villain. The crowd lets out a surprised mix of “ooooh” and laughs—he’s got them in the palm of his hand.]

 

Arvin: “I don’t even know how to react to that. But I’ll be honest—it’s entertaining.”

 

[Dinah rises again, stumbling forward—only for Alastor to hit a Running European Uppercut, snapping her head back and sending her tumbling into the ropes.]

 

Kendra: “It’s like he’s playing a waltz and she’s the instrument.”

 

Colin: “He’s not even trying to end this. He’s conducting pain like it’s a symphony.”

 

[Alastor now leans against the turnbuckle, arms stretched lazily across the top ropes like he’s sunbathing. He mouths the words to a tune only he can hear, never breaking eye contact with Dinah as she claws toward the ropes.]

 

Colin: “Alastor isn’t just controlling the match—he’s choreographing it. Dinah’s got a mountain to climb, and it’s got a devil’s smile.”

 

[The crowd continues to murmur, a mix of curiosity and unease filling the air. Alastor leans against the turnbuckle, still humming his eerie tune, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to check on Dinah Soar—who is struggling to push herself up. A few members of the front row are chatting amongst themselves, casting curious glances at the Radio Demon, as he suddenly leans forward over the top ropes.]

 

Colin: “And now Alastor’s... well, it looks like he’s getting comfortable. Leaning in—right into the front row. What is this?”

 

Arvin: “I’m not sure. But this is one of those really awkward moments when you just have to sit there and watch, huh?”

 

Kendra: “I think he’s talking to them...”

 

[Alastor grins wider, leaning over the ropes toward a group of fans seated near the front. His voice, although polite, still carries an unsettling tone.]

 

Alastor (chuckling): “Oh, don’t mind me, dears. Just taking a little intermission in this performance, you see. Now, I’m curious, have you all had a pleasant evening thus far? Quite a thrilling match, wouldn’t you say?”

 

[The fans nervously nod, some visibly unsettled. One tries to speak, but Alastor waves a hand dismissively, keeping his eye on Dinah who has now managed to pull herself up again, her eyes filled with frustration.]

 

Alastor (gently): “Oh yes, yes—just please hold that thought. We’ll have plenty of time to discuss this match later. But tell me, do you know... have any of you heard of my little friend Balor? Quite the charmer, you know. Might not be as charming as I am, but one must give credit where credit is due. Really knows how to get the crowd on his side.”

 

[Suddenly, with no warning, Dinah Soar, fueled by rage, sprints across the ring and leaps onto Alastor’s back, locking in a series of punches to his skull. The crowd erupts, momentarily shifting to cheers.]

 

Colin: “And here she goes again—DINAH SOAR! SHE’S GOT HIM ON THE BACK, SHE’S POUNDING AWAY—”

 

[Alastor sighs dramatically, tilting his head back to look upward for a brief moment, then calmly places a hand on Dinah’s arm. His voice, smooth and unwavering, breaks the chaos.]

 

Alastor (distantly): “One moment, please.”

 

[In a shocking display of strength, Alastor uses his free hand to grip Dinah by the waist and, with a single fluid motion, slams her down to the mat with a brutal Belly-to-Belly Suplex. The thud of her body hitting the mat reverberates throughout the arena. The crowd gasps.]

 

Kendra: “OH MY GOD! WHAT A SLAM! HE JUST THREW HER OVER HIS HEAD!”

 

Arvin: “That was like throwing a ragdoll. And the audacity to keep talking like nothing happened!”

 

[Alastor straightens, dusting off his hands as though he’s just finished with some minor chore. He stares down at Dinah, still lying on the mat, her body crumpled. His smile never fades. In fact, it widens.]

 

Alastor: “Now, I’m not one for interruptions, my dear. Rudeness, you see... must be corrected. Properly. And you, my lovely, have been rather rude to me. I was in the middle of a conversation, and you decided to make this all about you.”

 

[With a swift, calculated motion, Alastor grabs Dinah by the arm and hauls her up to her feet, locking her in a front facelock. Without wasting another second, he hoists her up and slams her down again with a vicious Snap DDT, the impact nearly sending shockwaves through the ring.]

 

Kendra: “ANOTHER SLAM! I’ve never seen him move like this... It’s ruthless!”

 

Colin: “This is a message, Kendra. He’s not just dominating her—he’s making sure she knows exactly who’s in charge.”

 

[Alastor casually steps away, taking a few paces toward the center of the ring, turning his back to Dinah as she lays there, dazed. He gives the front row another glance—no longer addressing them, but almost as if to get their approval on his 'discipline.']

 

Arvin: “I think we’re seeing something... well, strange here. Alastor might be enjoying the punishment a little more than he should.”

 

Colin: “But there’s no sign of him even wanting to finish it. He’s got her in his palm, and I have a feeling he’s going to keep playing.”

 

[Alastor turns back toward Dinah Soar, her chest heaving as she tries to recover. He takes one slow, deliberate step toward her, voice cold but playful.]

 

Alastor: “I suppose a third time’s the charm, hmm?”

 

[With a flourish, Alastor grabs her again, lifting her by the waist and sending her crashing to the mat once more with a devastating Chokebomb. Dinah’s body crumples in an almost comical way, her limbs flailing as she goes limp.]

 

Kendra: “HE’S NOT DONE! ANOTHER! AND NOW HE’S JUST TOSSING HER AROUND LIKE A DOLL! THIS IS INSANE!”

 

Arvin: “We’ve gone past dominance. This is like Alastor’s personal little art show of violence.”

 

[Alastor straightens again, brushing off his suit with one hand, and looks back at the front row. His eerie grin widens, and the fans seem both terrified and mesmerized by his behavior.]

 

Alastor (playfully): “Well, that was much better. I simply must thank you all for indulging me. I do so love a good conversation.”

 

[He steps back, turning his attention fully to Dinah one last time. Her body is a heap on the mat, not moving.]

 

Alastor: “I trust you’ve learned your lesson, my dear? Rudeness always deserves a consequence. Don’t you agree?”

 

[Alastor turns away, casually walking back toward the ropes, where he settles in once more, picking up the conversation with the front row like nothing happened. The crowd is left in stunned silence.]

 

Colin: “What a scene, folks. Alastor is absolutely toying with Dinah Soar here, but I don’t think she’s in the condition to keep up.”

 

Arvin: “If he’s even paying attention to her at all. This might as well be a one-man show for Alastor. Just a guy and his audience.”

 

Kendra: “I don’t even know what to say. He’s playing with her like she’s his little plaything.”

 

[Alastor, meanwhile, smiles in satisfaction as he returns to chatting with the front row. The camera catches a few wide-eyed fans, some nervously laughing, others barely able to look away. The tension in the air is palpable, as Alastor seems content to drag out the moment.]

 

[Alastor, still leaning over the ropes chatting with the front row, doesn’t notice Dinah Soar beginning to stir. The crowd's energy shifts as they start to sense that Soar might still have something left.]

 

Kendra: "I’m not sure how much more she has left after everything Alastor’s put her through, but you can feel the tension—Soar’s not backing down just yet!"

 

[Soar pushes herself up, still struggling, but her resolve is stronger than ever. Her eyes narrow as she locks onto Alastor, still in his casual conversation with the front row. With a surge of energy, Soar charges at Alastor, grabbing his head and hitting a Poisonrana out of nowhere! The crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers.]

 

Kendra: “POISONRANA! Soar just nailed it! Alastor’s down!”

 

Arvin: “What a move! She’s really got something to prove now. Alastor’s been caught off-guard!”

 

[Soar, seeing the shift in momentum, quickly follows up with a flurry of moves. She pulls Alastor up to his feet, nails a superkick to the side of his head, then hits him with a springboard crossbody to keep him on the ropes. Alastor stumbles backward as Soar comes off the top with a moonsault, but Alastor ducks, causing her to land on her feet and follow it up with a standing shooting star press. The crowd cheers her on as she tries to capitalize.]

 

Kendra: "Soar is lighting up the ring! She’s hitting everything she can, but will it be enough to put Alastor down?!"

 

Arvin: “She’s relentless—this is what we’ve been waiting for, but Alastor’s still in this. He hasn’t reacted the way you’d expect from a man who’s been hit with all that!”

 

[But just as Soar is gathering herself for what seems like the final move, Alastor rolls out of the ring with an effortless motion. He stands outside the ropes, adjusting his suit as if nothing has happened, casually observing Soar.]

 

Kendra: “And just like that, Alastor rolls out. He’s so calm—this is like he’s not even phased by what just happened!”

 

[Soar, sensing an opportunity, sprints toward the ropes, looking to take Alastor down with a dive. She flies over the top rope, aiming to land on him, but Alastor is too quick. He catches her mid-air, his grip tightening around her waist. With a malicious chuckle, Alastor slams her hard into the commentary table with a Throat Thrust Powerbomb, sending a shockwave through the audience.]

 

Kendra (shocked): “OH MY GOD—HE CAUGHT HER OUT OF MID-AIR AND SLAMMED HER INTO OUR TABLE!”

 

Arvin: “He is unstoppable! She thought she had him, but he was prepared the whole time! This is almost... too much!”

 

[Alastor stands over Soar, looking down at her with the same devilish smile. He casually reaches for the mic from the commentary table and brings it to his lips, still maintaining that serene demeanor as if he’s completely in control.]

 

Alastor (speaking in a pleasant tone): "My, my, my. What a rush. But, you see, Kendra, this is what happens when you challenge someone who has... experience. It's not personal, dear. It’s simply the way things work. You must know your limits."

 

[He turns his attention back to Soar, who is still struggling to rise from the wreckage. Alastor’s smile doesn’t falter for a second.]

 

Alastor (speaking to Kendra): “Kendra, Kendra, Kendra... She’s got spirit. I’ll give her that. But I’ve got the experience and the patience to teach her exactly where she belongs. You can’t force greatness, darling.”

 

Kendra: “I... I can’t even respond to that. Soar fought hard, but it’s like Alastor knows exactly how to shut her down.”

 

[Alastor looks over at the ring as Soar is slowly getting to her feet, barely able to hold herself up after the devastating move.]

 

Alastor (casually): "Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be returning her to the ring. There are a few more lessons I need to impart."

 

[He steps forward and casually grabs Soar by the hair, effortlessly lifting her up and tossing her back into the ring. The crowd’s reactions are a mixture of boos and stunned silence.]

 

Kendra: “And just like that, Alastor’s not done yet. He’s throwing Soar back in. No frustration, no real change in his demeanor. He’s just... calm.”

 

Arvin: “It’s like he’s toying with her. He doesn’t feel threatened at all. This is chilling.”

 

[As Soar lands back on the mat, Alastor casually walks around the ring, wiping his hands as if he’s preparing for something more, but his facial expression remains locked—calm and unbothered, his smile never leaving his face.]

 

Alastor (to himself, softly): "Let’s see how she handles the next step, hmm?"

 

[He gives Kendra one last glance before turning his attention fully back to Soar, who is struggling to get back on her feet once more.]

 

[The atmosphere shifts in the arena. Soar, still battered but showing resilience, is barely on her feet. Alastor, standing tall in the corner, surveys her. His smile remains ever-present, but there's a certain intensity in the air as he watches her. The crowd senses that something is about to change.]

 

Kendra: "This is the moment, Arvin. I can feel it. Alastor is done playing around. I think he finally respects the fight Soar is putting up."

 

Arvin: "You can see it in his eyes, Kendra. He’s finally taking her seriously. He’s been toying with her, but now he’s starting to... really bring it."

 

[Alastor slowly approaches Soar, and with a quick motion, he grabs her by the arm, whipping her into the ropes. He follows her in, lifting her high into the air with a Tossing Body Slam. The ring shakes with the force of the slam, but Alastor doesn’t go for a pin. He just grins, looking down at her as she lies on the mat, trying to gather her bearings.]

 

Kendra: "Alastor’s power is incredible—that slam was like nothing. He’s showing why he’s been in control for so long."

 

Arvin: “She’s got fire, but Alastor’s got the strength. And now? He’s starting to let her feel it.”

 

[He grabs her again, hoisting her up into another Body Slam, throwing her back down with even more force. The impact rattles the ropes, and the crowd reacts with a mix of awe and concern for Soar’s well-being.]

 

Kendra: “That’s the second slam, and she’s looking worse for wear now. Soar’s got the heart, but Alastor’s starting to take full control. What does she have left?”

 

Arvin: “She’s not giving up, but these slams are taking a toll.”

 

[Alastor stands tall over her, watching her carefully as Soar stirs again. He moves toward her and starts to crouch down, looking as though he’s about to deliver a third devastating slam. But Soar, gathering every last ounce of energy, pulls herself up, ducking under his arms just in time. She quickly rolls forward and springs to the ropes, leaping off with a springboard dropkick to Alastor’s chest, knocking him back!]

 

Kendra: "Wait! Soar’s got a second wind!"

 

Arvin: “She’s not done! She dodged the third slam and hit Alastor with everything she’s got!”

 

[Soar, now with renewed determination, charges at Alastor again. This time, she hooks his head, flipping over and executing a Poisonrana—the crowd roars! She immediately follows it up with both of her Signatures, first a springboard moonsault and then a Superkick to the jaw, sending Alastor staggering. The audience is on the edge of their seats as Soar prepares for her finish.]

 

Kendra: “She’s pulling out all the stops! This could be it! The Poisonrana followed by the Springboard Moonsault... and the Superkick! Is this enough?!”

 

Arvin: “If she hits the finish now, we could see an upset. Soar’s laying it all on the line, and Alastor’s barely standing!”

 

[She rushes to the corner, setting up for the final move. With lightning speed, she charges in and delivers her Top 10 Finisher—the "DINOMITE", a Springboard Somerset Leg Drop that leaves Alastor dazed on the mat. Soar, knowing this might be her moment, hooks the leg for a pin.]

 

Kendra: “DINOMITE! This could be her big break, Arvin. She’s got the pin!”

 

[The referee counts:]

 

Ref: “1...”

 

[Just as the crowd gasps, Alastor, with surprising power, throws Soar off of him with ease, sending her flying across the ring.]

 

Kendra: “What?!”

 

Arvin: "Did you see that? He just threw her off at 1! One count, and he wasn't even fazed!”

 

[Alastor doesn’t flinch. He calmly sits up, that same smile still on his face, but something about the way he carries himself now—his eyes—shows that he is no longer simply playing. His focus has sharpened.]

 

Kendra: "He’s not just in control anymore. He’s focusing—he’s taking this seriously now."

 

Arvin: "And now? He’s not playing. Alastor’s ready to finish this."

 

[The crowd murmurs in anticipation, sensing the change in momentum. Alastor sits up slowly, still smiling, but there’s a quiet intensity behind his gaze.]

 

[The match has taken its toll on both competitors, but Soar is still standing, her resolve unwavering. Despite the punishment she’s endured, she doesn’t show fear as she glares across the ring at Alastor. The crowd is buzzing, sensing that this may be her final opportunity.]

 

Kendra: "This is it! Soar’s not backing down. She’s got that fire in her eyes, Arvin."

 

Arvin: "She’s not giving up. But Alastor’s had enough of this, and he’s about to end it."

 

[With her eyes locked on Alastor, Soar rushes toward him with everything she’s got, going for a repeat of her earlier attack. She charges in, ducking under Alastor’s outstretched arm, narrowly avoiding the clothesline as she sprints past him. However, as she turns around to face him, she’s met with the devastating force of Alastor’s Spinning Back Heel. The sudden impact causes her to flip mid-air, her body crashing to the mat with an audible thud.]

 

Kendra: "Oh my God! What a move! Soar missed the clothesline, but Alastor kept spinning—and that back heel took her right out!"

 

Arvin: "That’s the precision of Alastor! One fluid motion, and he takes her down in a way that only someone like him can."

 

[Soar is dazed, still struggling to regain her senses, but Alastor doesn’t give her a moment to breathe. He moves quickly, locking her in a tight wrist lock, pulling her close to him. He transitions smoothly into a Radio’s Call, lifting her by the throat, showing his sadistic strength as he spins her mid-air, slamming her down with a violent chokeslam. The ring shakes from the impact, and the crowd reacts in awe.]

 

Kendra: "Radio’s Call! Alastor just hit it! That’s gotta be it! Soar has been crushed under that chokeslam!"

 

Arvin: "Soar has taken everything Alastor’s thrown at her tonight, but that move? That could be the final nail in the coffin."

 

[Alastor, seemingly unconcerned by Soar’s struggles, stands tall above her. His eyes never leave her as he waits for her to move. His sadistic grin never falters as he wraps his hand around her neck once more, but this time, he lifts her into position for his Shadow’s Embrace. He hoists her into the air with shadow tendrils wrapping around her, making the move even more ominous. With a sickening leap, he drives Soar’s head into the mat with the violent force of the Tombstone Piledriver.]

 

Kendra: "Oh my god! Shadow’s Embrace! This one’s over! Soar is out cold, Arvin!"

 

Arvin: "That’s the vicious side of Alastor. He’s not playing around anymore, Kendra. He’s finished this match, and he’s going to send a message with it."

 

[Alastor, still grinning, slowly drops to one knee beside the unconscious Soar. Without hesitation, he places just one hand on her chest for the pin. He stares directly into the hard camera, his smile unwavering but his eyes now filled with dark intent and silent danger.]

 

Ref: “1... 2... 3!”

 

[The bell rings, and the crowd’s energy shifts from excitement to a deep sense of unease, as they realize just how cold and calculated Alastor’s victory was. His eyes continue to burn into the camera as the referee raises his hand.]

 

Alastor wins by Pinfall!

 

 

[The bell fades into Alastor’s haunting entrance music, echoing through the arena like a lullaby for the damned. The crowd, though electric moments ago, now falls into a hush. The danger in Alastor’s eyes—present during the final act—has faded. He rises smoothly, a pleased smile still playing across his lips as he strolls to the corner, retrieving his cane, top hat, and long red coat draped neatly over the turnbuckle.]

 

Kendra: “His eyes... they’re back to normal. Like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just drop Soar on her head with the most vicious combination I’ve ever seen.”

 

Arvin: “That’s the scariest part. To him, this wasn’t cruelty. It was... performance.”

 

[Alastor adjusts his hat with practiced flair and turns to look back at the still-motionless Soar. He slowly walks toward her as the referee steps between them, holding out a hand defensively.]

 

 

Andra: “That’s enough, Alastor. She’s done. No more.”

 

[But Alastor doesn't stop to fight. His expression remains calm, even polite. He simply tilts his head, reaches into the air with a theatrical flourish—seemingly pulling a card from thin air—and then gently kneels by Soar’s side. He slips the card into her hand, curling her fingers around it.]

 

[Kendra and Arvin stay quiet as Alastor stands again, slowly turning to face the hard cam. He raises his cane with a showman’s poise, taps it twice on the ground, then lifts his free hand and—blows a kiss to the camera.]

 

[The arena lights cut instantly to black. Gasps ripple through the crowd.]

 

Kendra: “What the—?! The lights!”

 

[A few seconds of pitch-black silence. Then—a soft static hum. When the lights return, Alastor is gone. The only thing left in the center of the ring is an old-fashioned radio, quietly crackling as if tuning itself.]

 

[The camera focuses on the fallen Soar. Her fingers twitch first. Then her eyes blink open.]

 

[Groggy but alive, she slowly pushes herself up to her elbows. She notices the card in her hand first. Confused, she looks at it, then turns her head—and sees the radio sitting quietly in front of her.]

 

[The camera closes in on her wide eyes, full of questions. The radio hums.]

 

Fade to black.

 

 

Sat on a simple steel chair. SM HeartBreaker is here! No flashy entrance again? Must be a budget issue in MAWL! Anyway, SM HeartBreaker is busy taping his knuckles ready for the big marque match tonight, preparing to kick ass and climb ladders. SM HeartBreaker looks up, unsuprised by the appearance of the camera as he planned this segment. SM HeartBreaker already has in mind the promo he is about to cut.

 

SM: Tonight, after months and months of talk. Show after show of me telling you that this is my show. My company. I finally prove to everyone that this is SM HeartBreaker territory. Because tonight, is the biggest match not just in MAWL history. But the biggest match in wrestling history. Allow me to elaborate.

 

SM HeartBreaker continues tearing tape off his knuckles and reapplying more to tighten it.

 

SM: The Main Event tonight is a Taxiderby match. An specialist annual match for MAWL. So huge that the entire event is named after this match. The Taxiderby match is simply this. Me, SM HeartBreaker going to war against eight other hopefuls, believers and miracles for one simple opportunity. But I will get into what that opportunity is in a moment.

 

SM HeartBreaker sits back in his chair as he smiles to himself.

 

SM: Now, with the exception being Moon, who has proven himself worthy of being in this match. Who has proven himself worthy of calling himself a member of the MAWL Roster. Moon has earned his stripes and is the exception to what I am about to say. Tonight, I have to face seven. SEVEN! Jokes, clowns and freaks that I have been talking about for months. Is this really the people you want in your main event? Do you honestly expect any of these to step up to my challenge? No. Because this is an opportunity too big even for Moon. The Seven and Moon have no chances tonight, because the destiny of MAWL depends on me winning this marque match. This historic match because the opportunity we are fighting for is...

 

SM HeartBreaker pauses for dramatic effect

 

SM: A title shot. Any time. Anywhere. Any place. Any show. Anywhere I want. Amazing right?

 

SM HeartBreaker grins as he leans forward.

 

SM: Well it would be amazing, but politicks gets in the way. MAWL being this huge hub for promotions all over the world. Surely this opportunity extends outside of MAWL right? Since everyone is happy to come into MAWL, make demands and get the main event whenever they want. Surely it works both ways right? Surely, with Leila Blake being such a friend to all. It works both ways right? No. Apparently not. This opportunity for any title shot I want excludes outside of MAWL, despite all the god damn leeches that take money out of hard working MAWL superstars, Just like my opponent Moon.

 

SM HeartBreaker throws his hands up in the air.

 

SM: But that is OK because I wouldn't want another promotion's title! This opportunity will be used by me on a MAWL show exclusively. I am not some sort of mercenary that goes around appearing on every show I can get a job in.

 

REFERENCEMANIA! SM HeartBreaker takes a shot at GWA Loyalist, Konflagration! I wonder what he will say when he sees this! Will he confront SM HeartBreaker on GWA? Wait a minute...

 

SM: So it will be for ANY MAWL Championship that I choose, Amazing right?

 

SM HeartBreaker shakes his head again.

 

SM: I was informed by my good friend Marvin, who by the way, should be running this company instead of Leila Blake. I was kindly informed that the Maniac Championship will be excluded from the list. Why? I wonder why! This so called "main championship" being excluded from the list means one thing. SM HeartBreaker is right. SM HeartBreaker has always been right.

 

Stick that on a T-Shirt! The Merchandise sales alone will buy MAWL a brand new arena.

 

SM: I have drawn the line in the sand that people are choosing sides on. You are either with MAWL, doing everything you can to prove why you belong in the number one company in the world thanks to my vision and leadership or you are against MAWL. Coming in making demands, thinking you are OVER because you used to work elsewhere in some dead company that you sucked dry because you are nothing more than leeches. That or you are here for a pay check with your stupid gimmicks. Either way, every joke, clown and freak is against MAWL.

 

Same promo, different day by SM HeartBreaker as he continues his usual rant about the roster. Almost causing you to change the channel...Almost.

 

SM: And the Maniac Champion is no exception. If he is on the other side of that line. Trying to halt progress. Trying to politick his way around my MAWL! Then he is the enemy too. But if that is the game he wants to play then he can keep his tiny trinket because the NEW Main Championship will be the title I challenge for once I win tonight at Taxiderby. The NEW World Champsionship will be the one I select, win and build up to me the most desired and exciting championship. Will it be defended every week? Absolutely not. Will it be defended against REAL MAWL wrestlers? 100%. Just like the main championship in MAWL should be, instead of hidden away and politicked over.

 

A new rant by SM HeartBreaker! I am sure we will hear it again in the next 16 shows!

 

SM: And it all begins tonight! In this historic match! That will be the flashpoint of wrestling! When I secure that opportunity for a singles title. Anytime. Any place. Anywhere. But only the important titles. Only the titles with value.

 

Catchphrase time.

 

SM: And that is the HEARTBREAKING Truth!

 

SM HeartBreaker gets out of his chair, knuckles ready, as he walks out of the room hyped for his match.

 

 

Arvin: SM's getting soft.

 

 

Kendra: Please pray tell, what do you mean by that?

 

Arvin: The SM I know wouldn't care about the main event and he wouldn't let Moon off the hook.

 

 

Colin: I will give you $50 to tell him that to his face.

 

Arvin: Are you trying to get me Destructed?

 

Colin: I feel I've been fairly clear about my intentions.

 

Kendra: Oh boy. Ash can you save us from this?

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

P. Diddy struts out with his cane. Neon Juan is dancing down the ramp right behind him.

 

 

Ash: First! Coming down the ramp, the team of Neon Juan Guyverno and New York's own P. Diddy Sean Combs!

 

The audience boos pretty intensely. 

 

Kendra: That is a well earned pair of boos if I ever heard one. 

 

Colin: Just because you're from New York, doesn't necessarily mean New York is for you.

 

Arvin: Diddy put you ingrates on the map.

 

Kendra: Surely no one heard of New York City before P. Diddy. 

 

Diddy makes it rain and he and Neon strut in the center.

 

 

Siren lights in red and yellow rotate in various spots around the arena to the sirens of the song. As the guitar riff kicks in the other lights flash yellow red and green in time with the drums. The drumfill's ending times with Reckless Razi Shah and Dangerous Johnny Dagger leaping onto the stage in unison, causing a boom of fireworks all around them.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents, Dangerous Johnny Dagger and Reckless Razi Shah, HIGH RISK!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Diddy and Shah to start. Shah unloads with a series of quick chops to Diddy. Shah goes for a full punch...NO! Diddy evades and an elbow to the back of Shah! 

 

Kendra: It's a Drizzle Dodge! 

 

Arvin: And he shrewdly pours it onto the ground, Shah slides and down to the ground! Diddy going for the pin, Shah kicks easily.

 

Kendra: Shah back to her feet, swinging at Diddy but Diddy ducks it and a Drizzle Dodge from the other side! Shah grabs the offending arm and an arm-trapped backslide pin! Diddy kicks!

 

Colin: Diddy going for the tag, Shah pulls him and ripcord high knee! Diddy grabs the knee and fisherman suplex! 

 

Arvin: No one ever learns to put their limbs back quickly enough. Shah with the reversal into a roll-up, but Diddy kicks! Shah doesn't let go and spinning back suplex. Diddy getting to his feet, and he's offering a Handshake. That's good sportsmanship, why don't we talk about that more?

 

Kendra: Probably because he's trying to sucker Shah into his submission. Shah's not having it though and sweeps him at the legs! Taking a run, and a leg drop to Diddy! Shah's been on both sides of the sneaky moves and she is not easily fooled.

 

Colin: Shah coming off the ropes again, Diddy to his feet, going for the lariat...but he telegraphs it and Shah deftly ducks! Back around the other side, springboard and a Dragon Cutter! Diddy takes the Ray of Sunshine!! Taking him in for a pin...Diddy reverses!

 

1!

2!

Kendra: Shah with the hot tag to Johnny Dagger! Running dropkick to Diddy! Dropkick to Juan off the apron! Coming back around and a spin kick to Diddy! And Dagger gets the tag back to Shah, not sure I would have done that so soon.

 

Colin: I agree but Shah seems to have been good with the quick rest, running forearm to Diddy! She just blasts him with that! A couple of quick stomps to soften him up and off the ropes he goes...OH HE COMES BACK WITH THE BULLDOZER SHOULDER TACKLE! Shah decides to send him into the corner instead, tags Dagger back in and she gets Diddy up on her shoulders....DOOMSDAY DEVICE! Looking for the pin, but Diddy's already across the ring and tagging in Juan.

 

Arvin: Neon Juan blasts into the ring with confidence and a cartwheel handspring elbow to Johnny!! Johnny trying to get back to his feet but Juan catches him out with a series of quick chops. DJD quick to respond, whip back towards corner and Shah gets the boot out to stop Juan's blasting him! 

 

Kendra: Tag back to Razi and Scoop slam to Juan. Each of them taking a climb and Stereo 630 Splashes!! High Reward!! Going for the pin.... Diddy saves with the elbow to Shah's head! Juan rolls her up...she kicks easily. Juan to his feet and blasts her with a standing corkscrew dropkick! He's got her confused, she swings wildly, and Juan with 1 Northern Lights Driver! 2 Northern Lights Driver! 3 NORTHERN LIGHTS DRIVER! AH AH AH!

 

Colin: Razi looking up at the Neon Lights and Juan with the pin-

 

1!

2!

TH...NO!

 

Kendra: Dagger with the stomp rescue! Shah headbutts Neon, Neon takes the headbutt into a victory roll but Shah kicks with two punches to the face. Dual hot tag!! Dagger and Diddy charging each other...JUMPING CLOTHESLINES! They're both down!

 

1!

2!

3! 

 

Colin: Dagger up first...going for the cover but Diddy kicks! Evades Dagger's punch and there's that nasty little Drizzle Dodge! Got that slime on his hand and Puff Daddy Punch! Diddy going for a headbutt...Johnny evades and gets Diddy's head down...SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Dagger Drop!

 

1!

 

Kendra: Juan to the rescue with a stomp and Diddy uses this to roll a pin of his own but Dagger kicks. Dagger with the jump and huracanrana! Going for the pin himself and Diddy kicks. Both of these teams want this match to be over.  Johnny takes the moment, loads himself back, comin' in and Warning Sign! 

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Juan with the save again! That's how you do teamwork! Diddy struttin' around the ring, do your thing sir!

 

Colin: Johnny like a cat, just watching his prey, waiting for the moment...cuts the strut with a spinning wheel kick!! Dagger throws Diddy back to the corner, tags Shah in, DOUBLE BACK DROP! 

 

Arvin: Diddy got the littlest sweat from his brow, strutting around the ring, okay get it my man...lightning quick drop toe hold! New York Strut to Shah! Diddy whipping Shah across the pond, tag to Juan....sets Shah up....GOING FOR BENJAMIN BOMB, LAUNCHES HER UP AND JUAN CATCHES HER MIDAIR! PUTTING SOME STANK ON THAT POWERBOMB! MSG HASN'T SEEN THAT KINDA SLAM DUNK SINCE PATRICK EWING!

 

Colin: Diddy and Juan do a stereo Ballin' Elbow and Juan pins as Diddy throws Dagger out!

 

1!
2!
3!

 

Neon Juan Guyverno and P. Diddy win by Pinfall!

 

Ash: Here are your winners, P. Diddy Sean Combs and Neon Juan Guyverno!

 

Colin: And it's a clean win, but it feels dirty. 

 

 

A flashy backstage interview zone, decked out like a red carpet. Flashbulbs pop. A golden “MAWLiwood” sign spins in the background. Mark “Red Carpet” Anderson adjusts his sunglasses while Winston “High Risk” Lewis paces like a star waiting for his entrance cue.

 

 

Mark Anderson:

“Tag Team Champions? Really? That’s what passes for elite now in MAWL? Davy Boy, Sombras—you two should be thanking your stylists, not your skills.”

 

 

Winston Lewis:

“Sombras walks around like a ghost with eyeliner, and Davy’s just a gym membership with an ego problem. Neither of you are stars—you’re background extras. Body doubles. Stunt guys.”

 

Mark:

“You hold the belts now… but they’re already getting fitted for us. And when we take them? That’s not a twist ending. That’s Hollywood justice, baby.”

 

Winston:

“Now Tragedeigh… sweetheart. Let’s talk curtain calls.”

“You were supposed to be the leading lady of this drama. But now you’re out here doing off-Broadway meltdowns while your castmate—Mal Sangre—keeps rewriting your lines.”

 

Mark:

“Tragedeigh, I get it. You're passionate. But this isn’t Shakespeare—this is prime time, and you're starting to look like a subplot that should’ve been cut in editing.”

 

Winston:

“And Ralph? The producer behind the scenes?”

“News flash—he’s not guiding La Sangre Maldita… he’s feeding off them. That man’s not a manager, he’s a leech with a clipboard.”

 

Mark:

“MAWLiwood isn’t just a name—it’s a promise. Glitz. Glamour. Gold. We’re not here to play supporting roles in your little betrayal story. We’re rewriting the script—starting with the tag division, and burning through your whole drama-fueled faction while the credits roll.”

 

Winston:

“Lights. Camera. Violence.”

“Try not to fall apart before opening night.”

 

The Blondes strut off camera as the “MAWLiwood” sign spins behind them.

 

 

The lighting is stark. One harsh red spotlight over Mal Sangre’s face. No music. No interviewer. Just a concrete wall behind him, and his voice carrying like it’s echoing through a crypt.

 

 

Mal Sangre:

“Tragedeigh… you think you’re just now seeing Ralph for what he is?”

 

A dry laugh escapes his throat.

 

Sangre:

“You’re late to the party. I’ve lived that story. Every word he writes is laced with hooks—every plan comes with strings you don’t see until you’re tangled in them.”

 

He steps forward slightly, his eyes locked on the lens now—piercing, wounded, and cold.

 

Sangre:

“He’ll smile while using you. Praise your fire while draining it. And when you collapse under the weight of his ‘vision’—he’ll bury you under gold you never got to wear.”

 

Sangre:

“I was cast aside the second my ambition outgrew his script. Now it’s you. You think you’re fighting Mal Sangre... but you’re really fighting Ralph’s fear.”

 

He takes a long breath, not angry—haunted.

 

Sangre:

“You were never brought in to lead. You were brought in to obey. To be another prop on his stage. Another puppet in a suit.”

 

Sangre:

“But you’re not a puppet, are you, Tragedeigh?”

 

Sangre:

“Neither was I.”

 

He steps back into the shadow, but not before leaving one last line hanging in the air like a curse:

 

Sangre:

“And Ralph Silva... is not a manager. He’s a leech. And leeches don’t lead. They drain.”

 

Down the hall....

 

The room is dimly lit, the tag belts resting on a small black-draped table like a shrine. Ralph Silva paces, jacket off, sleeves rolled, drink in hand. Davy Boy leans against the wall, arms crossed. Sombras sits on a bench, silent. Tragedeigh stands near the mirror, arms folded, expression unreadable.

 

 

Ralph Silva:

“So Mal Sangre has a voice again.”

 

He scoffs, takes a drink.

 

Ralph:

“Let me tell you something about rats—they squeak loudest when they’re already trapped. And make no mistake: Mal Sangre? Trapped. By his pride. By his cowardice. By that little redemption fantasy he’s been clinging to since Sombras outgrew him.”

 

He turns to face them fully now, no longer performing—this is business.

 

Ralph:

“And now we’ve got those bottle-blonde knockoffs out there playing actors in a film they couldn’t sell to basic cable. MAWLiwood wants our spotlight? Fine. Let’s burn down the set.”

 

He walks over to the tag titles, places his hands on them like they’re relics.

 

Ralph:

“These belts—our belts—are the most visible target in MAWL. And that makes them dangerous. Every freak, critic, and backstabber wants them. So we don’t just defend them… we make them untouchable.”

 

Ralph looks to Davy Boy.

 

Ralph:

“Davy—you’re untouchable in that ring. You keep your edge, we ride this all the way to the top. Sombras? I’ve watched you evolve. You’re colder now. Smarter. Ruthless when it counts.”

 

He then looks to Tragedeigh. Longer. Measured.

 

Ralph:

“And you, Tragedeigh... you’ve got more than anyone here realizes. Fire. Precision. And pain—weaponized just right. That makes you necessary.”

 

Ralph claps his hands once—sharply.

 

Ralph:

“We don’t splinter. We don’t pause. We execute. We retain the gold. Then we add more. Davy takes singles gold. Sombras takes gold. You, Tragedeigh, bleed the rat dry. And when it’s over? La Sangre Maldita doesn’t just dominate... it redefines what domination looks like.”

 

A pause. He looks around. No cheers. No agreement. Just... silence.

 

Ralph:

“Mal Sangre wants to make this personal. Let him. That’s not a man with a plan. That’s a man with a grudge and no allies.”

 

The camera slowly pans across the room:

 

Davy Boy nods faintly, but his mind seems elsewhere—calculating.

 

Sombras is still silent, not even looking up, fingers loosely laced together.

 

Tragedeigh’s jaw is set, eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror. Not disagreeing. But not exactly sold, either.

 

Ralph:

“This? This is legacy. Not one man’s redemption arc. Not some failed brotherhood. This is a dynasty. And it starts with keeping those belts.”

 

He points to the tag titles.

 

Ralph:

“If anyone’s unsure… speak now. Or get the hell out of the way.”

 

No one moves. But the air is thick with tension. La Sangre Maldita stands united... but not uncracked.

 

Fade out with the camera slowly closing in on the tag belts—untouched, but no longer safe.

 

 

Colin: I think that's the closest to frazzled I've seen Ralph Silva since he's started here. 

 

 

Kendra: Well, he's got a lot to be stressed about...his team is infighting and his champs have to fight twice tonight...not to mention that if one of the other two teams win then they get added to the tag title match. 

 

 

Arvin: This reminds me of that classic movie Secret of the Ooze where Shredder is like, "They're BABIES." It must be so stressful thinking you've come across one of the most dangerous teams in existence and you get...this.

 

Colin: Did you just call Secret of the Ooze a classic?

 

Arvin: Isn't it like 30 years old or something? That'd be like you as a kid watching an Elvis movie. 

 

Kendra: Let's start the next match before Colin starts crying.

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a BLOODNADO TAG ELIMINATION MATCH! The only way to eliminate your opponent is to make them bleed! The match will end when only one team is not completely eliminated.

 

 

The fog machine, candles and 18th century street lamps adorn the entrance way. Titantron/screen shows images of leeches, pre-20th century surgery, anatomical drawings, plus short video clips of Blackheart performing submission moves and ringing a hand bell in full plague doctor uniform. 

 

 

Ash: First! At a combined weight of 495 pounds, The Empiric Damian Blackheart and Shadow Kawashima, SPIRIT CRUSHER!

 

The lights go completely out. The arena is filled with sounds of owls hooting and clocks ticking.

 

 

Red smiley faces show in hologram around the arena in time with the bell. Ann "Atomic" Lee steps out to the stage, illuminated only by the red glow in the dark mask that she removes from her face. Ash immediately holds their microphone down as they have learned by now their microphone is turned off. 

 

 

Ann: And the demon who sought to maintain the integrity of his mission of destruction were then abandoned by his flock in their following the false golden idols of championship glory and Hollywood fame, left to starve and perish for the fortune of others, and so he sought solace under the Tree of Blood. And the tree nourished him and revitalized him, and together they fed on the sanguine rain, growing and entwining their roots together and building a new soil in which to bury the demon's former friends, stealing from them their fortune and purpose, not to make it their own goal but to starve those who would starve the demon. Together they weigh 585 pounds and the hopes, dreams, fears, and nightmares of all who would cross them. They! Are! 

 

 

Ann: Der Blutsammler RADE and The Vessel of Wrath MAL SANGRE!

 

Rade walks down the ramp with Ann leading him, both illuminated mostly by the glow in the dark masks. 

 

Colin: Goldberg is a rare man who does not fear the Reaper. But this must surely even give him pause. 

 

Ann and Mal stand in front of Rade and stares up as if being baptized from the sky. Rade spits blood upwards and it rains on them. She smiles wickedly to the camera and leaves the ring. For a moment, all is silent.

 

Arvin: Now we wait for the champs.

 

There is a bit more silence. At this point, Tragedeigh walks on the ramp.

 

 

Tragedeigh: The Queen Has Decreed! That the tag team champions will NOT be participating in this match as they must also defend the titles against MAWLiwood Blondes. 

 

The crowd boos in disappointment.

 

Tragedeigh: The Queen Has Further Decreed! That the tag team title match will be happening NOW, which means that this match will have NO effect on the title match and the peons in the ring must clear the ring for real competitors. 

 

The crowd boos intensifies. Mal Sangre chases Tragedeigh to the back.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one and it is for the MAWL Tag Team Championship!

 

 

A red carpet rolls out and paparazzi come to snap pictures of Winston Lewis and Mark Anderson.

 

 

Ash: First! Representing Team Superstarz, combined weight being none of your business, High Risk Winston Lewis and Red Carpet Mark Anderson, The MAWLIWOOD BLONDES!

 

They strut down the ramp like A-list celebrities, adjusting their sunglasses and flashing cocky smiles while stage lights mimic paparazzi flashes. Before entering the ring, Mark pulls back an imaginary velvet rope, "allowing" Winston in first before following with a smirk.

 

 

Superstar Davy Boy and Sombras walk out with the belts held up high. 

 

 

Ash: And the tag team champions, representing La Sangre Maldita, Superstar Davy Boy and "The Phantom of Shadows" Sombras!!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: High Risk starting with Davy Boy. High Risk throws Davy Boy across the way, Davy Boy comes running back and High Risk goes for a jumping spin kick, Davy Boy ducks and catches him into a German Suplex! Davy Boy grabbing the legs right away and deadlifts another German! It's smart playing to try to keep Winston Lewis grounded. Going for a Boston Crab now and sitting hard on the back of Winston!

 

Kendra: A common mistake people make in the Crab is they focus on the legs and leave the rest of the body unencumbered, Davy Boy isn't making that mistake. See how he tightens the hold and pulls up, then comes down hard in a hip press to keep the pressure on the back? That's intelligent wrestling. 

 

Arvin: Everyone says that Davy Boy is egotistical, but it's not ego if you can back it up, and that's exactly what he's doing here. Winston trying to decide between going for the tag and going for the ropes, the tag looks like it's going to be a further stretch of land to cover and here comes Mark Anderson with a Hidden Blade! Davy Boy is taken down off the hold and Lewis has a chance to his feet. 

 

Kendra: Lewis hobbling a bit but able to reset himself, coming off the ropes, Cartwheeling over and catches Davy Boy with the Rolling Risk Taker! Lewis back off the ropes and a Springboard...the Stunt Double Cutter! High Risk is High Impact! Going for the cover-

 

1!

 

Colin: Davy Boy is benchpressing Winston Lewis and a modified Fallaway Slam! Davy Boy back to his feet and a Snap Powerslam! Davy Boy is a 5 point player where just when you think you know what skill set he's going to break out, he switches it up on you. Will you get the submission master, the power plant, or the surgical striker? The answer is unequivocally yes. Lewis has to get out of there before it gets worse for him.

 

Kendra: Lewis trying to go towards his turnbuckle and Davy Boy whips him into the Maldita corner! A tag in and Sombras springboards into a Mushroom Stomp on the head of Lewis! Sombras speed running a punch-kick combo to Lewis backing him into the corner and a handspring moonsault splash! Sombras...comes from behind and up on the turnbuckle, diving bionic elbow! Lewis swings at him and it's a wild swing, Sombras dropkicks him into the turnbuckle and rolls him into a Victory! 

 

1!

 

Arvin: Lewis kicks and Sombras already on the turnbuckle, somersault senton leg drop to Lewis! Lewis needs to get Anderson in! Trying for the hot tag but Sombras stops him with a knee crusher. Sombras lifts the knee even higher and slams it into the mat! Lewis yelps in pain and Sombras smashes the knee again! Tag back to Davy Boy, Sombras holds the knee up and Davy Boy stomps it. They're trying to break Winston Lewis's leg! 

 

Kendra: I think you may be right...Davy Boy picking the knee up and just stomping the back of it! A high angle leg lock and he stands on Winston's back. Winston Lewis needs to be out of this match like yesterday. 

 

Arvin: Davy Boy drags Winston to the turnbuckle and holds his leg on the second rope. Tag in to Sombras and Sombras clears the ropes with that Mushroom Stomp! That knee is buckling! Winston Lewis's offense relies on him being able to move 360 degrees and the bird's wing is just meticulously being clipped by La Sangre Maldita. 

 

Colin: Sangre up to the top rope, looks like we may be just about ready to call this one...coming down with the stomp and NO! MARK ANDERSON PULLS WINSTON LEWIS OUT OF THE WAY! Sombras lands hard and Winston pulled to safety on the Blonde side of the ring, Anderson tags himself in and here we go! A huge running clothesline to Sombras! Running back elbow to take Davy Boy off the apron! Uranage to Sombras! Mark Anderson is turning this one around for the Blondes.

 

Kendra: And he may have to do that on his own for a while, it looks like Lewis is in pain. Anderson doesn't seem to mind though and ripcord rolling elbow to Sombras....SOMBRAS GETS THE VIP TREATMENT!

 

Arvin: It's like Ann said, they've been seeking fame, well now the Blondes are giving them the 15 minute version. 

 

Kendra: You're not wrong. Sombras looks like he may be hurting a bit now and Anderson with a stalling suplex. Anderson goes for the pin-

 

Colin: The pin on who? Sombras isn't there! 

 

Arvin: Sombras is over in the MAWLIWOOD Corner! Did he take the Expressway to get there??

 

Kendra: Sombras is taunting Winston and Winston Lewis swings at him, Sombras ducks the punch and hooks him into a FIsherman...Sombras climbing the second rope, wait, Lewis isn't even the Legal Man! What is Sombras doing??

 

Colin: It looks like Sombras is pulling him up for a Fisherman Suplex...HERE COMES ANDERSON! ANDERSON WITH THE SCENE STEALER BOO-SOMBRAS ISN'T THERE! SOMBRAS EVADES! ANDERSON BOOTS LEWIS BY MISTAKE AND LEWIS TUMBLES BACKWARDS, LEG SMACKING AGAINST THE APRON! Sombras tags, I don't think Lewis saw it but the Ref sure did, Anderson charging Sombras, Sombras directs him into the waiting arms of Superstar Davy Boy...SOMBRAS MAKES THE CLIMB, DAVY BOY POPS UP THE POWERBOMB AND ETERNAL CURSE!!! Davy Boy with the cover-

 

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3!

 

Superstar Davy Boy and Mal Sangre win by Pinfall to retain the Title!

 

 

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

 

Arvin: Finishing them off with an Eternal Curse is a huge flex. Not only is it a devastating move, it's a Masterclass Troll at Mal Sangre saying "You've Been Replaced" in big bold letters.

 

Colin: I would be positively fuming if I were Mal Sangre right now. 

 

 

*Camera shots at Daniel who is entering the stadium, right through the back stage area.*

*voice over* Colin: Here comes the man who defeated The New Destroyer in his official one on one debut.

Arvin: Yeah, but at what cost? Look at his bandaged ribs. He may have won the match, but the destruction is still in the favor of The Destroyer!

Kendra: He reversed the Geneside using only his own strongwill, but yeah, I have to agree with Arv that his body still took a great toll as the consequence for the victory.

*The camera follows Daniel from front view and the bandage that wraps his ribs could be seen under his unbuttoned jacket.*

*He walks into the locker room and put his gym bag on the chair. He tries to stretch his body, only to be stopped by the agony of his wound.*

Daniel: ugh...dammit...

*Suddenly he stands alarmed seeing someone walking at him.*

Daniel: What do you want?

 

 

Omega X: I want what you want. I want Genesis to be free of this madness that the Mask has taken upon him. I want this whole Destroyer insanity behind us once and for all. Yes, technically we are in a Triple Threat Match but I will be willing to bow out of the match and be in your corner if you can swear to me that that Goddamn mask will be destroyed once and for all.

 

*Daniel stares at Omega-X, trying to read the situation.*

Daniel: Fine. Let us take him out.

*Daniel leaves, Omega follows him out of the camera.*

 

 

Colin: We're just witnessing a pact was made between Daniel and Omega-X, and the crowd goes wild here in the stadium!

 

 

Kendra: They've agreed to take Genesis, the New Destroyer, together in the upcoming Triple Threat Match!

 

 

Arvin: Although we can't be sure whether this is a help, or even a trap to lure Daniel deeper in the wave of destruction Genesis has prepared!

Colin: This time I have to agree with you, brother. Since Omega-X may still have score to settle with Daniel and trying to help his tag team partner.

Kendra: Former tag team partner.

Colin: Yeah, but he may be trying to gain Genesis' favor back by setting Daniel up in a trap.

Arvin: Exactly! Now you're talking my language, brother!

Kendra: Please, one Arvin is enough in this world...

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a triple threat match!

 

 

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: First! From Moultree County, Illinois, weighing in at 284 pounds, The Dark Hand, 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.

 

Colin: There's a bit of hesitation in Daniel's walk...not of fear, but wariness, and I don't blame him for it. 

 

Kendra: Me either. Even as former tag partners, Genesis is under that mask and could well appeal to Omega's sense of loyalty.

 

 

As the snaking gradually crescendoing guitars kick in, red lights flash everywhere with Omega symbols flashing in various parts of the arena. Once the main opening riff hits Omega X roars on the stage and an X firework explodes behind him.

 

 

Ash: And his opponents! First, from the Endtimes, weighing in at 355 pounds, OMEGA X!

 

Omega storms with determination to the ring and steps over the ropes. He stomps in the center of the ring causing another X firework. He fist bumps Daniel.

 

 

The lights go completely out around the arena and lightning effects run along the barrier, crackling to the rhythm of the music. This intensifies through the first part of the song before the lights go out and Aaron Bruno simply proclaims ...

 

"Run."

 

 

The lights flicker and Genesis is already in the ring.

 

And: And, from your darkest fears, weighing your sins in preparation for judgment, The Destroyer, GENESIS!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And now we'll see if Omega X is a man of his word, and sure enough, he's stepping out of the ring. Genesis throwing strong hammer punches at the head of Daniel, absolutely nailing him with headbutts at a speed that I didn't think a head could go. Daniel has a heavy fight ahead of him even without worrying about Omega. Genesis has Daniel up in a stranglehold and it could honestly be academic.

 

Kendra: Don't count Daniel out just yet...Daniel hits a double axe handle! And another! One more lowers the head enough where he can get Genesis up into a powerbomb! Absolutely devastates him with the Powerbomb! Picks him up and a Pumphandle Powerbomb! Going for the pin- Genesis kicks easily and rises up with his hand on Daniel's neck...CHOKESLAM! KEEPING THE GRIP UP, ANOTHER CHOKESLAM, A THIRD, A FOURTH EVEN! Daniel is feeling the pain run through his back! And now GENESIS IS WALKING ON THE HURT CHEST OF DANIEL! You can see the pain just absolutely shooting through every nerve!

 

Arvin: He's looking to live up to his name! The Destroyer! Deadlifting Daniel like it's nothing and a GUTBUSTER! Lifts him high up and ANOTHER GUTBUSTER! And a brutal solid punch to the ribcage! 

 

Colin: Daniel is holding his chest, I'm not sure how much more of this is going to be manageable. And Omega is keeping himself completely out of this match, very impassive, very demure. It remains to be seen if he gets involved at all. Daniel trying to get to his feet and Genesis with a devastating boot to the ribcage! Something may be shattering! 

 

Kendra: Genesis going for a run and OMEGA BOOTS GENESIS! Genesis turns around and BIG BANG LARIAT BY DANIEL! Genesis goes down, Daniel goes for the pin and Omega holds Genesis's legs down! I don't think that Daniel even sees that!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Daniel wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, DANIEL!

 

Kendra: And there's your answer to if Omega was going to stay true to his word! 

 

Arvin: They claim to be the good guys and they stoop to that?

 

Colin: When you have an entity as powerful as the Destroyer, you have to neutralize it any way you can. Wait, Genesis is getting up.

 

Genesis: WE EXPECTED BETTER THAN PETTY PARLOR TRICKS. DANIEL. YOUR TIME WITH US TONIGHT IS NOT DONE. 

 

Kendra: That's...ominous.

 

The lights flash on and off, and the Titantron flickers. 

 

 

The screen lights up to a dark sky littered with stars, the stars twinkling nicely in the moonlight, the camera pans down slightly to reveal the black and red dressed visage known as Charlotte Realta

 

Charlotte: Hello my little stars, how are you doing today? Swell I hope? Good? Excited? Ready to see me crush Bowen and Tyler tonight? Yes yes I am sure

 

She turns around and looks up towards the stars as they twinkle gently, the breeze making Charlottes dress shift ever so slightly

 

Charlotte: You know, everything is stars, stardust - as they say. Atoms, brilliant and bright. Twinkling and shining trying to outperform the others. Vying for attention, for energy, for... sustinance..

 

Charlottes hand moves towards her face to assumedly wipe her mouth

 

Charlotte: These... CREATURES I am fighting with, these... THINGS I am fighting, they are just more stepping stones beneath my feet.. They are but dust in the breeze. And tonight I will share with you my true power, my true vision. My true... goals.

 

Charlotte raises her hand up towards the sky with outstretched fingers, seemingly trying to touch the sky

 

Charlotte: I am beyond stars, beyond understanding. Beyond comprehension at times. And step 1 will be stepping over the pitiful forms of Tyler and Bowen tonight. And if something were to happen to one of these... precious stars you so lovingly fawn over.. then I will simply step over the replacement. And so on and so forth. Because at the end of the day, these lights in the sky? Are already snuffed out

 

The camera moves closer to Charlottes back focusing on her hand as she clenches it into a fist, a pile of stars just above her fist suddenly disappear leaving a hole in the sky filled with darkness and devoid of light

 

Charlotte: The lights will fade.. and all that will be left is darkness. Tyler and Bowen sure shine bright, but just like all these stars, they will burn out. These... residual fleeting bits of light you see now already signal the end. I will show you the void they are stuck in, and you will see that no light can escape my grasp.

 

She turns around with a slightly creepy look staring into the camera with vicious eyes and a deceptive smile

 

Charlotte: See you soon, kay~? 

 

Suddenly there is a slight shimmer in the view of Charlotte as a loud crunch is heard, a crack forms on the camera as the shimmer of Charlotte fades revealing the view was an afterimage and the camera falls to the ground shuttering into static as the camera finally fades.

 

Arvin: Boy, Charlotte is sure going to be disappointed that Tyler is nursing an injury and won't be able to compete. I wonder who will be the replacement.

 

 

Red fireworks shoot out from the jumbotron as fireworks continue to cascade down the walkway, a final large red firework goes off and Charlotte appears within the smoke.

 

 

Ash: First! From Outer Space, weighing in at 440 pounds, compressed in a 143.3 pound frame, CHARLOTTE REALTA!

 

The smoke down the ramp makes it seem like she is floating down to the ring. 

 

 

The screen breaks down into lines of green code and the lights dim while green holograms of codes run down the screen. A spotlight at the stage shows Donna Matrix like a lion tamer with her whip of ethernet cords.

 

 

Ash: And her partner! From the dark edge of reality, the NEO-DOM, DONNA MATRIX!

 

Donna cracks her whip as she walks down the ramp. 

 

 

Music hit as Bowen comes through the curtains, he stands just 2 steps in front of the curtains hands clasped at his waist head down.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, from Jamaica, Queens, weighing in at 240 pounds, BOWEN BANECLAW!

 

Till the words kick in raises head makes way down to ringside with a slow methodical walk as Survival of The Fittest blasts.

 

Once at the ring Bowen climbs the steps makes his way to the center of the apron turns to face the crowd throws a hand in the air before entering the ring. Makes way to other side of the ring and again throws a hand in the air. Then removes hoodie and chain and puts it in his corner.

 

Colin: And now we're going to see who's filling in for Tyler!

 

 

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 his partner! From the Electric City, weighing in at 201 pounds, TY "NEON SKY" LANCER! 

 

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

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: WE GOT A NEW HOT TICKET, I AM EXCITED AND SO ARE THE FANS!

 

Kendra: Neon Sky rebounds backwards and propels forward, dropkick to Charlotte! Neon Sky continuing with the run and back around, handspring cutter! Charlotte back to her feet and Neon Sky up and blasts her with a step-up enziguiri! Keeps it going and into a Shooting Star Press-CHARLOTTE PUTS HER KNEE UP! 

 

Arvin: Charlotte locks in an Ultimate Armbar! Charlotte pulling the arm and she's gonna rip it right out of the socket if she pulls it harder! Neon trying to get away, pulling to the ropes, Charlotte pulls him back and a Knee Shot! She keeps the Armbar in. It's smart to keep a high flyer grounded, Charlotte's an intellectual wrestler couched in insanity. 

 

Colin: Neon pulling away again and Charlotte pulling him back into a headbutt! Neon pulling away once more but gets to the ropes and springboard corkscrew arm drag! The crowd is getting to their feet! Neon Sky springboards back on the ropes, and double knee strike! Standing moonsault! 

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Charlotte squeezes Neon Sky and Neon Sky is flailing. Charlotte with an elevated belly to belly suplex and launches Neon Sky out of the ring. Neon Sky rolling back, charging up and springing onto the apron, propelling up and Fosbury Flops back into the ring! Lands on Charlotte perfectly and rolls into the tag!

 

The crowd goes wild as Bowen charges into the ring, flies off the ropes and goes for a big clothesline. Charlotte holds out a hand and Bowen crumples to the floor. 

1!

2!

3!

 

Charlotte Realta and Donna Matrix win by Pinfall!

 

 

As soon as it is announced Bowen jumps to his feet and calls for the Mic.

 

Bowen: Ok Ok Ok. Cut the Music!!! What you just witnessed was absolutely a sham. Forcing me to wrestle with a new guy who hasn’t done anything to earn their right in the ring with the likes of us! How dare they stick me with a rookie. This federation has no idea the talent that is standing in the ring right now.

 

 

Bowen: Well today you find out. We ARE THE VENOM CARTEL! And if this Federation is going to disrespect us like this then we are going to have to take matters into our own hands and take over this Federation. No one here is safe, everyone is on notice.

 

Big pose with Bowen in the Middle and Donna and Charlotte standing strong and tall on either side as the lights go out. When the lights come back on and Eminem Venom fades out no one is left in the center of the ring.

 

 

Dressed in his ever familiar attire, steel chair dragging behind him across the pitted concrete, he stops at the mouth of the alley and stares into the camera, the glow from a flickering neon bodega sign casting sharp angles across his mask.

 

 

Gozu: "Funny thing about cities like this... The deeper you go, the more honest it gets."

 

He steps forward, boots crunching glass underfoot. The camera follows as he passes a chain-link fence with an old, faded “NO TRESPASSING” sign. He pauses by a graffiti-tagged brick wall, running his gloved fingers across it with a strange reverence.

 

Gozu: "Out here, respect isn’t bought. It’s earned. Brick by brick. Scar by scar. You walk wrong down the wrong block, you feel it in your bones if you're lucky. If not..."

 

He smiles faintly beneath the mask, a hollow echo of warmth that never reaches his eyes. His voice remains calm, quiet… but carries the weight of someone who’s seen far more than they let on.

 

Gozu: "Some of you? You treat this match like a novelty. A playground. But these alleys?"

 

He gestures around with the steel chair. As if on cue a gunshot rings out and echoes making it near impossible to tell where it's coming from. The camera sweeps around as if franticly searching for the source only to settle back on where Gozu was. Just an empty alley remains.

 

Gozu: "They teach you things the ring ever can. How to disappear. How to make pain linger. How to use anything in reach to survive."

 

The camera swings around, and shows Gozu walking past. Somehow he managed to get behind the cameraman in his fear induced search. Gozu ducks under a crumbling overhang, stopping at a street corner where the light never seems to turn green. An old payphone hangs off the hook nearby. Gozu taps it once, gently, as if remembering something.

 

Gozu: "You can call it the New York City Brawl. We call it Friday."

 

A beat. Wind rushes through the corridor, kicking up trash and grit. Gozu doesn’t flinch. He looks back at the camera, closer now. More focused.

 

Gozu: "You’re walking into a storm thinking you’ll dance in the rain. But I’ve bled on these sidewalks. Left teeth in this concrete. I know every corner, every echo, every shadow that doesn’t belong. This isn't 1952. There won't be any singing in this downpour."

 

A low laugh escapes him, sharp and brittle like glass.

 

Gozu: "You know it's telling. Kid Kross. It's like someone wants you to disappear into these alleys. Why else would the powers that be send you into our meat grinder."

 

He distinctly passes by a closed butcher's shop just in time to make the reference.

 

Gozu: "We won’t just beat you here. We’ll erase you. Down to bone and memory. And when it’s over, when you're lying in the gutter wondering what just happened..."

 

He crouches low, voice barely above a whisper, but crystal clear in its menace.

 

Gozu: "...you’ll realize this place never lets anyone leave whole."

 

The camera lingers as he turns away, disappearing back into the shadows of an alley like he was never there. Sirens rise again in the distance. A subway train thunders beneath the streets.

 

 

Kid Kross walks down the alley following after the shadows of Gozu.

 

 

Kross swings his hockey stick around like a cane and looks around the alley. He sees a shadow going up the fire escape that appears to have horns. Kross climbs the fire escape after the shadow - only to feel a shake of the ladder, as he tries to hold on he sees Gozu holding a spotlight on himself that's creating the shadow with one hand and his other on the ladder. Kross realizes he's falling.

 

Kross is able last minute to turn this into a moonsault, and lands on Gozu. Gozu hits the concrete and Kross rolls off of him. Gozu takes the spotlight and smashes it over Kross's head, not feeling content to build up gradually. As the glass shatters around Kross, Gozu slams the metal part into Kross's face. Gozu throws Kross out off the alleyway where Kross almost stumbles into the street but is able to grab onto a street sign pole and uses it to hit a Tiger Feint Kick on Gozu. Gozu stumbles back and Kross kicks Gozu in through the doors of the Blarney Stone Pub. 

 

Kross picks up a stool and smashes it against the head of Gozu. Gozu creaks his neck a bit then takes two pint glasses and sandwiches Kross's head between them. Kross stumbles but uses his current center of gravity to get Gozu up into a Fireman's Carry and Samoan Drops him behind the bar. Gozu slams his head against the bar several times. Kross goes down and Gozu ducks behind the bar. He pulls out a shaker and makes himself a fancy cocktail, hitting Kross in the head with the shaker as he tries to get up and then pours the cocktail for himself before pouring one for the bartender and the two other people sitting there. He pulls out a Credit Card -

 

 

Bartender: Keep the tab open?

 

Gozu nods and the bartender swipes the card. They cheers and drink, then Gozu nods apologetically towards Kid Kross rising to his feet. The group nods in understanding then Gozu picks Kross up and whips him into the jukebox.

 

 

Kross takes Gozu by the hair and smashes his head into the jukebox.

 

 

Gozu returns the favor.

 

 

Kross elbows Gozu in the guts several times, then DDTs him into the jukebox.

 

 

Gozu spinebusters Kross through a table. They tumble outside the bar.

 

The bartender chases them down to give them back the card, Gozu thanks her and uses it to blade Kross. Kross punches Gozu in the throat and Irish Whips him right into the street where a taxi almost hits him. Gozu slams the hood of the taxi a la Midnight Cowboy and another Taxi rearends this one into Gozu, causing him to roll over the hood. Kross uses the hood of the taxi as a springboard and dropkicks Gozu into a light pole. Gozu spears Kross into the taxi. Kross pulls Gozu's shirt over his head and it gets stuck on the horns. Kross suplexes Gozu onto the windshield then gets on the roof of the taxi and pulls Gozu up with him before Superplexing him into the collision area between the trunk and the hood of the car behind him. The man in the back taxi shakes his fist at them and yells something but it's hard to hear as they continue moving. Gozu rips the top light off the back taxi and baseball swings it into the face of Kross causing Kross to fall backwards. Gozu pop up powerbombs Kross on the top of the taxi where exposed wires replace where the light once was. Gozu hands the taxi guy the credit card and rolls Kross off the hood. 

 

Gozu unhooks his shirt from his horns, briefly shakes his head as he sees the holes in the shirt, then sees the walkway for MSG and begins to walk towards the stadium. Kid Kross gets to his feet and grabs a promotional poster from a street cart-

 

 

And slams it on Gozu's head! He hits Gozu with it a second time moving him away from the MSG entrance and towards the escalator down to Penn Station. He hits it with full force on Gozu's head a third time, effectively hanging it on the horns, and dropkicks Gozu down the escalator, causing some tourists to be bowled over as well. Kid Kross slides down the railing of the escalator and jumps off the bottom with an elbow drop to Gozu. Kross with some struggle gets to his feet and judo throws Gozu through the window of the Duane Reade. Kross goes into the Duane Reade and finds the hydrogen peroxide. He takes a bottle and empties it on Gozu's gashes. He then rips out one half of the metal detector posts and canes Gozu with it repeatedly. 

 

Considering Gozu downed, Kid Kross goes to the Auntie Anne's and orders himself a pretzel and a large lemonade. He begins to enjoy his refreshment when Gozu comes barreling at him. He takes a large gulp of lemonade and throws the rest at Gozu, Gozu growling from the citric acid impacting the wounds. Gozu gets to his feet and absolutely sends Kid Kross flying down the corridor. Gozu bum rushes him into a wall. Kid Kross throws punches to the head of Gozu and tosses him into the subway area. 

 

They continue trading fists up the ramp, and onto the 1 Uptown Platform section. The crowd gathered barely notices this is happening. Kid Kross clotheslines Gozu over the turnstile, effectively making him a fare dodger, then Kross hits a blockbuster jumping off the turnstile. Security notices they jumped and begin to give chase, but Gozu and Kross board a train before they can get caught. 

 

Gozu powerbombs Kross across a row of empty seats then smashes him with multiple elbow shots. He sees an advertisement that reads:

 

SPOTLIGHT ON: KID KROSS. CBC WRESTLING SERIES. AIRING THIS SUMMER.

 

He looks down, then looks at the ad, then looks down at Kross again. He grabs Kid Kross by the throat and attempts to Sky High Chokeslam...but he doesn't have enough clearance with the roof of the subway. He tries again and finds that he is just slamming Kross on the ceiling. Though it is effective in pain, it isn't serving his purpose. After a few more tries "for science", Gozu looks into the next car over and sees that it is empy save for a bag of live crabs that had spilled out and are walking around.

 

He looks at the dent in the ceiling,

looks at Kross,

looks at the crabs,

then holds Kross in front of him and charges him through the subway car door and into the other, where he choke tosses him into the crabs. The other riders are mostly undisturbed, some try to offer him a couple of dollars, which he shrugs and takes. As the subway reaches 42nd Street, he takes a final look back at the crabs attacking Kid Kross then exits the train. 

 

Gozu walks out into the night air, and looks around, taking in with some glee the air and energy of Times Square.

 

 

Colin: Someone should check on Kid Kross to make sure he's okay.

 

 

Arvin: I'm sure this isn't the first time he's had crabs.

 

Colin: You disgust me.

 

 

Kendra: I do have to say that Gozu's antics are endearing him more and more to me. But the evening must go on, and next we have JP Spears...but I don't have an opponent listed.

 

Colin: Yeah, I'm sure not sure what's going to happen now. It's been a bit of a bumpy road for JP Spears since he lost the title, and he's looking to get himself back on track and back in the title race. This match is to get a shot back at that United States Belt.

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for a United States Title Shot at Mayday!

 

 

Hand Clapper starts playing and the crowd starts to clap along.

JP runs out as the tron starts to play his reel.

 

 

Ash: First! From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 215 pounds, J! P! Spears!

 

JP plays to the crowd, clapping to either side before starting a jog towards the ring.

 

Colin: I honestly can't say I hate the hair or beard, and the fans seem behind it too.

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

Kendra: Now to find out who the mystery opponent is! It's like unraveling a Scooby Doo mystery!

 

Crystelle walks out with a microphone.

 

Colin: Oh here we go.

 

 

The crowd boos.

 

Crystelle: Shut up. Shut up! You listen to ME now. Now we are in the home city of the Great Zora Luthor, who magnanimously-

 

The boos intensify.

 

Crystelle: If you idiots would shut your Kombucha-gurgling, Sardine-Ass mouths for one second, you'll be rewarded with your next match. Good? Good. Now AS I was saying, Zora Luthor could have taken this opportunity to demand a title match in the home city that loves her, but as a good boss and great leader, she is providing the offer to someone she feels worthy. Worthy enough to have given her said opportunity on the same day she was hired to ZLI. Now, I know that you, Spears and No Bucks, are going to be very familiar with this competitor -

 

The boos are at a fever pitch now.

 

Crystelle: Oh well it's nice to see that the school systems here haven't completely failed you. (chuckling) And boy is she going to feel like she made the right decision when she sees what you've become. 

 

Kendra: Did Zora Luthor-they did. 

 

 

The first guitar comes in with the OOOHS as the titantron shows a "Welcome to the Sarah Sharp School of Social Success" video. Sarah comes out and bows dramatically when the lyrics proper come on.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent, accompanied by Crystelle Bassano and representing Zora Luthor International, Doctor Debutante SARAH SHARP! 

 

Sarah signals that the music be cut. 

 

Sarah: LESSON ONE. Know how tall each rung is. Know the limits to which you will be able to climb so you when the effectiveness begins and ends. JP, you were a fun second rung but despite your impressive height, your reach was...small. As were some other things.

 

The crowd is not here for the cheap heat. Sarah reads the room, shrugs, and continues.

 

Sarah: James D had an opening and he didn't take it, and honestly, it was just as well. For the most interesting man in the world, I got all I needed from his book. The live version doesn't seem to provide much else. And if, as you say James, you are the most interesting man in the world, then I need not waste my time on the boys of the world. (beat) Don't be gross. I'm talking about social capital. Zora Luthor has interest in my work and funds to help get my institute off the ground. She as it turns out is a very good woman to have in your corner. And now, I already have this title opportunity waiting for me. So let's dispense with the pleasantries and stop wasting my time.

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: JP starting this off throwing some mid kicks to Sharp, he clearly isn't here for the pleasantries either. High right kick to the side of Sharp and he walks her into a clothesline! She gets up and he gets her with a Russian Leg Sweep! Bodyslam by JP and he's coming off the ropes, fist drop! The pressure is on early! JP going for a series of stomps and Sarah gets his leg!

 

Arvin: She likes to play with her food. Sarah trips him from the ankle and absolutely flattens him. Putting in an ankle lock...oh it actually looks like it's going to be more of an STF situation. Spears trying to get himself to the ropes but Sarah pulls his head back by his hair and guess he's seeing the problems with long hair now. 

 

Kendra: JP straining a bit but quick punch to Sarah's chin! And a second and she starts to break the hold...and he's going for a judo flip! Gets her over, and locks in a chickenwing of his own. Sarah trying not to show pain on her face, the struggle she is real, and a STUNNER! She gets JP off of her, coming off the ropes and JP catches her into a flapjack! Gets her up and into a Russian Leg Sweep! 

 

Colin: It's clear that these two know each other well, and read the situation. It makes either side getting an extended rally difficult, but it sure makes for good television. Going for another Russian Leg Sweep and Sarah swings it back for an STO. Sarah to her feet and running back...Spears up and loading back, taking the quick run as JP gets to his feet and he takes a Hit Stick! She just did his own move to him! Going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Kendra: JP gets his shoulder up, and a double axe handle to the back of Spears. And another! JP hits a belly to belly suplex and coming across the way from the ropes, takes the leap into the springboard moonsault! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Crystelle pulls JP off! Sarah with quick punches and reaching in her hair, she's going for the knuckles! This was how she did in Balor in her successful defense against him, but JP reads it and grabs her arm! Armbreaker! The knuckles fall off. JP has been studying. But Sarah is the teacher and she blades him with a hairpin! That's using your tools!

 

Colin: JP holds his face for a minute and this gives Sarah the opening to lift him up...ELEVATED SPINEBUSTER NO HE IS VERY FAMILIAR WITH THIS MOVE! HE HEADBUTTS SARAH AND GETS INTO A VICTORY ROLL!

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Sarah kicks out at 2 and wipes JP's blood off her face. JP uses this distraction to replace the mess with a double headbutt smash, GETS HER UP INTO AN ELEVATED SPINEBUSTER HOLD! JOYKILLER TO SHARP! Turnabout is fair play! Crystelle gets on the apron and is giving poor Andra a mouthful.

 

 

Colin: There's a hooded figure coming from the audience! What the hell! JP sees none of this but he's waiting for Sharp to start stirring, Sharp starting to her feet, Spears loads back and THE HOODED FIGURE SLAMS THEIR HEAD INTO THE BACK OF SPEARS! Spears tumbles forward, Sharp rolls him up! Crystelle directs Andra's attention to the back of the ring and the count-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Sarah Sharp wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Doctor Debutante, SARAH SHARP!

 

Arvin: Crystelle enters the ring to celebrate with Sharp! And here comes the hooded figure...she drops a mask from inside the hood...OH! A TIGER MASK! AND IT APPEARS TO BE STEEL ENFORCED ON THE INSIDE BASED ON THE REFLECTION OF THE CEILING LIGHTS, DOES THIS MEAN-

 

 

Arvin: ROSSI HAS SIGNED WITH ZLI! The roster keeps on growing and the hits keep on coming! And I think my understanding is that Zora has her eyes on two more superstars to complete her lineup, but we don't have too much info on that at this time.

 

Kendra: This is a big blow for sure. Zora knows the price of your soul, and Sarah Sharp will be getting a shot at the US Belt, whereas JP Spears's Redemption Tour is going to have to wait a little. 

 

Colin: We've got another first contender shot coming up, and it's happening right now! This match got called for last week after an irate Jay the Joker came for Manta Ray.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a TLC Match and it is for a shot at the Inferno Title! 

 

 

The lights go Green and Purple.  Jay The Joker struts out to the stage, slowly walking with his signature crowbar.

 

 

Shortly behind him walks Harley Quinn, with her signature bat.

 

 

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

 

 

Swathed in Blue Light, Manta Ray jumps onto the stage, then runs to the ring high-fiving the fans.

 

 

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

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And this isn't going to be a quick win or quick loss for either of these two, a TLC match is a grueling endeavor. 

 

Kendra: It's also a match where anything goes, so Joker has a distinct advantage. He's a Sneaky Pete, you can see he's already plotting. 

 

Arvin: Wait, is there a ticking coming from the turnbuckle by Manta?

 

Joker: A-very good, Arvin. Hope you like Fish Filets.

 

Colin: That propels Manta towards Jay and Jay uses an arm whip to catch him, barely even looking. Manta to his feet, Jay with another arm whip, then pulls him up and takes a galloping run to STINK FACE MANTA IN THE CORNER! 

 

The ticking stops with a loud alarm, a collective gasp is heard then-

 

 

Arvin: Oh we get a soundtrack! And it references Diddy!

 

Joker laughs maniacally.

 

Colin: Oh he done pissed off Manta now and Manta throwing hammer punches with a lightning quick speed and a spinning neckbreaker! Manta bouncing off the middle rope, to the top, and an arm drag! Manta catches Joker on the bounce-up with a spinning belly to belly! Manta takes a moment to take in the fans for his first one on one PPV match.

 

Arvin: Well that was dumb, Joker up now and Joker has the knuckles well-in-hand and comes charging Manta, Manta pulls the ropes and Joker topples onto Harley! Manta coming back and sending himself flying through the ropes...Suicide Dive and Joker stops him mid-flight with a well-timed crowbar shot to the back! That's using your noggin, Mistah J! 

 

Kendra: Joker and Harley just absolutely ravaging Manta in the back with that crowbar and bat team-up! You were not wrong, Arvin, Manta walked right into a trap accepting this match. Manta Ray just being absolutely tenderized.

 

Colin: Manta trying to get back to his feet and Harley kicks him in the gut! Harley points her bat to the briefcase as if to say "I got him." Joker going for a ladder and oh Harley shouldn't have taken her eyes off Manta, she called the shot too soon and Manta back body drops her! She hits the rim of the apron and collapses down! 

 

Kendra: Manta has Harley's bat now and coming up behind Joker, cracks him in the spine! Joker didn't see it coming! Cracks him again! Joker is down! Manta drags Harley over to the corner of the ringside and puts the bat back in her hand then finishes getting the ladder. Smart playing the game by Manta!

 

Arvin: Oh so when it's a "good guy" you're perfectly fine with being underhanded and framing people.

 

Kendra: I just said it was smart. There's no correlation between intelligence and morality. 

 

Colin: Manta has the ladder set up and he's starting the climb. Harley starting to stir.

 

Kendra: I dunno, if I were Harley I'd wait for Joker to get up first, it's gonna look pretty bad if Joker catches you with the bat.

 

Arvin: Harley doesn't even know what happened! She's an innocent in this! 

 

Colin: Joker up and sure enough they're arguing about it and Joker looks pretty peeved, Harley looks confused, and Manta looks like he's going to get away with-oh he slips a little on a middle rung! That caught their attention!

 

Arvin: Joker telling Harley to get in the ring and take care of it, she nods emphatically and scurries into the ring! Joker under the ring and he gets a table! He slides it into the ring and...looks on as Harley climbs the top turnbuckle, pointing her bat at Manta then goes back to work digging another table out from the ring and just giving the jauntiest whistle-HARLEY TAKING A LEAP AND SHE HITS THE LADDER FULL FORCE WITH HER BAT! The ladder topples! Out Manta goes and Joker sees him coming, pulls one half of the table on the apron, pulls the other leg of the table out and catches Manta on it as if he were a baby falling from a building! 

 

Kendra: Quick thinking by Joker and Harley coming across the ring full sprint, TOPE CON HILO AND PUTS MANTA THROUGH THE TABLE! That table only half broke because of the leg situation and that might even be worse for Manta! Joker shrugs and bops along as he pulls another table out from the apron and throws it in the ring! He directs Harley to start setting up the tables as he gets a Third One! Harley sets the first table up and then the second on top of it! 

 

Colin: Manta stirring now and he starts throwing hooks at Joker! Harley receives the last table and uses the ladder to help give her the right height. She's ABOUT TO F-Just Kidding! What a cheeky little performance! Outside the ring Manta hits a huracanrana to Jay the Joker! Using the steps as a spring for a Tornado DDT! Joker to his feet and right into the arms of Manta, who hits a German onto the Apron! Harley has the three tables set up and she's...not satisfied with her work! 

 

Arvin: She comes down the ladder and out of the ring...she pulls out a bag! What's in the b- oh she's got a whole fine dining set! Well this is certainly a strange time to be planning a romantic date.

 

Colin: I think this IS the date, Arvin! 

 

Kendra: It's every girl's dream to have a nice candle light dinner under the auspices of two other tables in the middle of a wrestling ring.

 

Colin: What do you mean- oh, she's lighting a candle on that bottom table, no wait, two! What else is in there? 

 

Kendra: Jay is keeping Manta away from the ring now, and has him locked in a Cross-face Cradle on the Apron! He's trying to pull Manta's mask off! And Harley has gotten out the silverware, four sets of forks and steak knives point side up.

 

Arvin: It's the proper way to dine in a ring, Kendra! Have some class! I see that she's brought out the nice glass plates and goblets, pouring everyone a nice glass of...that looks like Everclear! Oh man that brings me back to my college days. Why are there four settings though? 

 

Kendra: I don't know...meanwhile Manta trying to yank at the hands of Joker, trying to pull him off, a spinning sidewalk slam by Manta and Joker's back bounces on the apron! Harley has two bottles of wine and a glass vase in her bag that she's pulling out... up the ladder though and sets the vase in the center of the second table! A bottle of red and a bottle of white on each side...you have to admire her decorating skills. 

 

Colin: You can see that she is, doing the picture frame with her hands, a nod of perfection, and she goes back outside, digging out four chairs and throwing them in the ring! No wait...she's being passed the four chairs! You can see she's being careful not to knock over her handiwork. A thumbs up from under the ring and she reaches under the apron to pull out who I guess the fourth chair is for.

 

Arvin: Well that sure ain't Elijah.

 

 

Arvin: Whoever THIS is, Harley and he give a handshake and firm nod, so clearly there is respect. She's a member of polite society after all. They set up the chairs at the table and take two seats as they watch the chaos unfold. 

 

Colin: Manta walking the barricade like a tightrope, jumps off with a headscissors and Joker is bounced onto the ramp! Manta making his way back to the ring now, making a pit stop, he's grabbing electric tape...wait...what's he planning on doing with that electric tape?

 

Kendra: Into the ring, he uses the tape roll as knuckles and punches the weird clown guy with them! He punches Harley with them... HE'S TAPING THEM TO THE CHAIRS! OH! HE'S TAKING THEM OUT OF THE MATCH EQUATION!

 

Arvin: That's so rude! They set a place for him!

 

Colin: We're seeing a lot less happy and bubbly Manta Ray now and he pushes the chairs in! He's taping their legs to the table! If they try to wiggle free, they have four open cups of strong alcohol and two open flames to worry about! 

 

Kendra: This was their own doing. 

 

Colin: Manta starts to climb the ladder and...JOKER TO HIS FEET. Manta continues the climb and he's getting close! He could do it! 

 

Kendra: Joker could shake the ladder and send him crashing into all of that right now! He's choosing to climb the ladder instead!

 

Arvin: That's sweet, he cares about his friends.

 

Colin: No, I think he just wants maximum carnage. Both men making the climb, Manta makes it to the top first! Weighing the attempt to unhook it with dealing with the Joker, not much time to decide.

 

Kendra: Manta takes a breath and...LEAPS! HURACANRANA TO JOKER!! JOKER IS GOING DOWN INTO THE PILE OF PAIN AND THERE'S NO STOPPING IT! THE LADDER FALLS, WHERE'S MANTA...MANTA SPRINGBOARDS OFF JOKER'S STERNUM AND PROPELS HIMSELF UP! HE'S ON THE HOOK, AND JOKER

IS

DOWN!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

THROUGH THE VASE AND WINE! 

THROUGH THE OPEN FIRE AND GOBLETS OF EVERCLEAR!

WHAAAAT! THEEEE! HEEEEELLLLLL!

 

Colin: Manta able to hold onto the hook as he fiddles...He has the briefcase! HE HAS THE BRIEFCASE!

 

Manta Ray wins!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, MANTA RAY!

 

Colin: Gruber. Scar. The Alien in Alien. And Joker. We have witnessed one of the great action falls today.

 

Kendra: And you can see the air entering and exiting Manta's whole body as he looks down at the destruction. 

 

Arvin: The next match is going to have a lot to live up to, but I think it can manage, it's a Last Blood!

 

 

Tragedeigh and Mal Sangre are already fighting on the apron as the bell rings.

 

Kendra: And Tragedeigh is deciding to fight this match in stilettos. This is either the smartest or the dumbest idea that she could have. 

 

 

Colin: Tragedeigh throws Mal off the ramp! Mal grabs Tragedeigh into a Fireman's Carry and throws her face first into the rafters. Mal understands the assignment. Smashing her face into the rafters! Sangre sticks Red Queen's head through the rafter risers, stalking back and jumps into the back of Tragedeigh with his knee striking her back! 

 

Kendra: Running back again and a humongous dropkick to the back of Tragedeigh! Tragedeigh finally gets her head unstuck and elbow to the gut of Mal Sangre, low blow to Mal Sangre, stepping back...STOMP ONTO THE RAMP! Oh! That stiletto is coming in handy now! We have our first drop of blood in the back of Sangre's head! Tragedeigh just laughing as she digs it down, she's looking to end this quick and painful! 

 

Arvin: I'm already not sure how Mal Sangre is going to get out of this one, and Tragedeigh stomps down again! Pure hatred coming from this woman. Tragedeigh goes for the stomp once more but Mal uses that time she's up to get to his feet and she stomps down on nothing. Kick to the back of the offending leg by Sangre and Sangre with a series of quick kicks to the knee! Sangre lifts Tragedeigh up by her knee and capture suplex onto the ramp! Tragedeigh tumbles back but gets to her feet and hits Mal Sangre with an enziguiri. The stiletto cuts across Mal's face. Oh, that looks brutal. 

 

Kendra: Is it much difference from his face in general?

 

Colin: Fair point. Mal rakes her eyes and bites her nose, looks like a little skin is broken from that! The beginning of Tragedeigh's blood. Of course she already has a...head-start...on Sangre.

 

Arvin: Boo. Boo this man.

 

Kendra: Sangre trying to headbutt that gash open. Slamming his head into Tragedeigh several times and a little bit more out of it but nothing to write home about.

 

Colin: These two haven't even made it ringside yet and already there's trouble in both camps. Tragedeigh gives a headbutt back and Elevated Flatliner onto the ramp! And a mushroom stomp to the back of Mal's head! Mal getting to his feet as Tragedeigh double axe handles him in the back and bum rushes her into the Ramp Tron!! You can hear the sizzle of the monitor as it shortens out!

 

 

Arvin: ANN LEE IS ON THE STAGE! AND SHE HAS A RADE MASK THAT SHE PASSES TO MAL SANGRE! WH-WHY?

 

Colin: It looks like the mask is glistening on the ins-oh there are little tacks welded into the inside of that mask. Tragedeigh is about to have a VERY. BAD. DAY.

 

Kendra: Tragedeigh struggling to her feet, you can see she's a little bruised and fried, Mal Sangre picks her up by her face, he's holding the mask spike side up on his knee! KNEE SMASH! HE JUST SMASHED THAT MASK ONTO TRAGEDEIGH'S FACE! AND A BIG BOOT TO REALLY GET IT ON THERE!! SHE'S HOLDING HER FACE IN PAIN, MAL SANGRE STALKING AFTER HER...

 

PEDIGREE!!!!

 

Andra calls it! Andra says that's enough!!

 

Mal Sangre wins by Referee Stoppage!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, the Vessel of Wrath, MAL SANGRE!

 

Colin: WITH THE IRON MAIDEN STYLE ASSIST, ANN "ATOMIC" LEE HELPS GIVE MAL SANGRE THE WIN!

 

Ann hands Mal Sangre a card.

 

Ann: You will always have a home with me. Think on it.

 

Mal Sangre holds the card in his hand as we go, mercifully, to commercial break.

 

 

Shakti: Greetings Game Fans! This is the final installment of the cover and DLC reveal and today is gonna be a big one. We're revealing our replacements for the MEOW Federation that pulled their contract, and as I said last time, old-timers will potentially be pretty excited about this. We also added some wrestlers to some of our earlier packs so please do check out the Roster website for details. 

 

So today is big for a few reasons. Because it's a lot of reveal, that's our focus today. First... We got Switch 2. Hell yeah we did. So here are the covers for our Switch 2 releases-

 

 

Shakti: You can see we've got MAWLiwood Blondes on the Standard, Thor on the Deluxe, Wiski Sour and Glen Leven of the RumRunners on the Mania, and Solemn Guardian fittingly on the Face of Fear.

 

We were shocked that we'd get this, so we told our cover stars to have some fun with it - so Winston brought a paste-on beard to match Mark, Thor got a big-ass gauntlet and dyed his hair and beard white, Glen Leven and Wiski Sour decided to go Oktoberfest, and Solemn Guardian...smiled. I am not sure if he didn't understand the assignment or if this is him having fun, but I guess for the Face of Fear it is probably the best cover we could have hoped for. 

 

As you'll learn momentarily why, we ended up with 6 DLC packs instead of 5. We are not raising the price, so instead y'all are going to get more bang for your buck. We weren't sure what direction to take with the 6th pack but I'm happy with what we chose, as we get to show some love to the Indies out there.

 

 

Shakti: You can see the base pack is a bit smaller by nature, just the wrestlers, but it's all killer no filler, featuring personally some of my favorites on the indie circuit. You'll also notice that some of the people here have been in teams with each other, and you'd be right, which leads to pack 2-

 

 

Shakti: It truly filled my heart that we were able to work with Nor, Gabby, Steve and all these wonderful people, and I think you'll truly enjoy bringing these people out.

 

Now for our Face of Fear Edition. It was a bit of a blow to lose that partnership, but what we've decided to do for you instead is to bring you the last three W2 lineups before this year's big merger.

 

Packs 1 and 2 will be related to the 2022 lineup. We did separate these by gender so that you can have a full W2 recreation experience from each pack on its own, as 2026 will be the first W2 to not be gender separated (though we already integrated in-game so we're ahead of the curve).

 

 

Shakti: One of the things I've always loved about the W2s is their international flavor, landing in places you may not have even known existed. And because we were able to put these people into our game, our base game will include their locations as well, so even if you don't get this pack, you'll be able to create wrestlers from Tuvalu, Suriname, Mauritania, and Comoro just because of the people in this pack.

 

 

Shakti: You would think that the snow shovel would have gone with the Yetis...when I asked the Dev team about this, they told me kindly to go back and rewatch the event, and sure enough Rego is the one who actually used the shovel on Leila Blake, so I guess that Manager's Migraine is more than just a "Karen" moniker.

 

So we move onto 2023 with packs 3 and 4, again Gender Separate- 

 

 

Shakti: I had gotten deeper into MAWL back in '22 so while my recollection of that year's W2 was hazy, 2023's was crystal clear, and I remember cheering loudly when Sebastian Smooth beat Larry Lane in like 1 minute 20. It felt like watching La La Land lose the Oscar all over again. So one of the first things I did when loading up the test of this was replay that match. Mine took a lot longer because I was enjoying hitting Lane with the saxophone so much. Depending on where you hit the person on the body the notes are different too. It's the little things.

 

 

Shakti: When you have teams fight in a Round Robin as individuals their paths inevitably cross, and it's always fascinating to me what happens next. Some like the Bones Broads are able to withstand that. Others, like Space Station, had a harder time with it. Andromeda didn't make the final tournament that year in part because of her match with Astra, and then she blew up Astra's chance in the semi-final. I think they've patched it up since. But what's cool about what we have here is that individual wrestlers have titantrons and such that aren't team dependent, even if the fonts are somewhat similar, so you can replay an implosion like that and not have it feel weird that they still come out to the same trons.

 

Almost done with this piece and now we move it on to last year! We did this one a little different - Thunder is a pre-order and Rade is in the base game, so it didn't make sense to also have them take DLC slots. Because that meant it would be 10 to the women's 12, we instead broke it down into heroes and villains, with 11 wrestlers in each. 

 

 

Shakti: If you're like me and you thought Corazon was robbed in that Final match, here's your chance to make it right. I'm going to get angry if I stay on this one too long, so let's just get to the final one and say these are awesome fighters and you're going to be excited.

 

 

Shakti: Or you can be like my assistant lead developer Susan and contend that if you've got it use it and that Devious Daphne wasn't doing any wrong in the Dog Collar Spiked Knuckle punch. We even have the Dog Collar here. Maybe I'll give Daphne a taste of her own medicine. Oh...I should...go. Yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this look into the W2 of yesteryears that you'll have the option to recreate or relitigate. Thanks for watching! Back to the reason you're here.

 

 

Ann walks in to NYU’s auditorium.

 

 

“...and this, ladies and gentlemen, is a Singapore cane” Damian Blackheart orates from the stage. 

 

Ann Atomic Lee makes her way to an empty seat and stares in awe at Blackheart and Kawashima (who is pulling cactus needles from his torso).

 

 

“These are still used in various parts of east Asia as a form of judicial punishment. The sentenced man receives a maximum of 24 strokes. At this point in the seminar, I will require an adult male volunteer to join us on stage. Who among you has a high pain threshold and is brave enough to go stroke for stroke with Mr Kawashima?”

 

A young man in his late 20s/early 30s raises his hand.

 

“Young man, what is your name? Asks Blackheart.

 

“It's Mike” the man replies.

 

 

“Well Mike, please make your way to the stage. Give this man a round of applause.”

 

The audience claps as Mike makes his way to the stage.

 

“Now, traditionally, Mike, the strokes of the Singapore cane would be given across the buttocks, but as the university has a zero tolerance policy on nudity below the waist, I will be doling out the strokes to the back, will that be permissible?” Blackheart quizzes the man.

 

“Sure” Mike responds.

 

Shadow brings two stocks with wrist restraints to the stage. Shadow puts himself in one of the stocks as Blackheart clamps Mike into the other. Both men's bare backs face the audience.

 

“Now Mike, I will begin by giving 3 lashes to Mr Kawashima as a precursor. From then on I will alternate between you both. If at any point the pain gets too much, shout ‘uncle’ and I will end the experiment. Are you ready?”

 

Mike nods.

 

Blackheart takes an almighty swing and cracks the cane over the back of Shadow. Shadow doesn't flinch.

 

Blackheart swings again, the loud crack reverberates through the auditorium as members of the audience begin to look away. Mike looks at Shadow and shakes his head.

 

Blackheart swings the cane again and blasts Shadow. Shadow turns his head to Blackheart and nods. His face is still expressionless as the welts begin to appear on his flesh.

 

“Your turn Mike” Blackheart coldly states as he takes his first swing. Mike exhales loudly as he absorbs the first lash.

 

Blackheart returns to Shadow and swings again. This time, the stroke has broken Shadow's skin…yet he doesn't move.

 

Another for Mike as he lets out a short squeal.

 

The audience looks on in horror. Another lash to Shadow and a third to Mike who yelps in pain.

 

“Now Mike, on a scale of one to ten, how painful would you say this is?”

 

“Nine!” The poor volunteer screams. 

 

Another for Shadow and a fourth for Mike who screams out “Uncle!” and tries to free himself from the restraints.

 

“Already Micheal? I thought you had a high pain threshold!” Blackheart glibly remarks.

 

Blackheart takes another 3 swings at Shadow, his back bruised, swollen and bloody.

 

Blackheart returns to Mike, “UNCLE!” the poor man yells, before Blackheart lashes his back again, the welts on Mike's back begin to form as some members of the audience cover their faces, others begin to leave in disgust.

 

Mike cries “UNCLE! UNCLE! PLEASE STOP!”

 

Ann perches on the edge of her seat, mouth agape.

 

“Well, young man, you don't have as high a pain threshold as you had thought.” Blackheart says as he removes the man from his restraints, his eyes streaming, as he walks away in pain and upset.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending. As we've learned, the human body is a frail and brittle thing, and the endurance of pain has no parallel. Thank you for coming."

 

Ann gives a round of applause as the remaining members of the audience flee from the room.

 

Blackheart sees Ann in her seat and smiles.

 

“Good evening Ann, so glad you could attend. How was it for you?”

 

Ann rests her chin on her hands, “it was…profound”

 

Blackheart chortles to himself. “‘Profound’. So eloquently put, my dear. The university has kindly bequeathed the use of their laboratory to me this evening. Would you do me the pleasure of joining me for a glass of brandy and we can discuss the intricacies of the seminar?”

 

Ann takes a deep breath. “I’d be honoured Mr Blackheart.” She exhales.

 

 

Heloisa walks backstage, where Ty "Neon Sky" Lancer is rubbing the back of his head.

 

 

Heloisa: Ty, I imagine there must be some pretty big feelings after how your debut match went down.

 

Ty: You see, Hel-

 

Before he can even finish her name, he is jumped in the locker room by Bowen, Donna, and Charlotte jump him.

 

 

Bowen, Charlotte, and Donna absolutely unload on Ty. Heloisa tries to get in the middle of it and Charlotte pushes her, but does so so hard that Heloisa bumps back into a locker. Bowen and Donna double powerbomb Ty onto the bench in the locker room. Bowen and Charlotte pick Ty up and Donna gets her whip of ethernet cords. They go to town absolutely devastating Ty with that whip before they hit one more powerbomb over the bench and walk out.

 

We follow Heloisa down the hall, somewhat holding her head but trying to keep mental composure when we get to WildFire's dressing room.

 

 

Grayscale footage of an unknown average looking professional wrestler running the ropes plays as light upbeat music plays in the background. After several passes the wrestler collapses in the ring exhausted with sweat pouring off him.

 

Narrator:"Are YOU feeling weak? Are YOU underperforming? Does your body LACK the kind of high impact energy needed to power through the day?"

 

The wrestler gasps, crawling toward an standard disposable water bottle, only for it to be snatched away by a figure in a crisp grey suit.

 

Narrator: "Water? Pffft. That’s for nerds! You need ChungAde™!"

 

 

The world suddenly turns vibrant and in full color as the spokesperson slams a brightly glowing bottle of ChungAde™ into the athlete’s hands.

 

Narrator: "Packed with our proprietary ChungCo. Hydration+ Formula™, ChungAde™ doesn’t just quench thirst, it maximizes YOU! Just one sip, and you’ll feel the power of bioengineered electrolytes, synthesized glucose motivators, and our patented Nano-Absorption Tech!"

 

A montage begins playing showcasing a basketball player dunking from half-court, eyes glowing slightly after chugging ChungAde™. Followed by a runner blasting past competitors, sweat evaporating instantly as he surges ahead at unnatural speeds. Next up, corporate worker chugs a bottle of ChungAde™ in a meeting, and immediately kicks an old style projector clear off the table before slamming the bottle down in it's place. Lastly a kindly looking old man walks down the street and is approached by a pair of large thugs. As they approach the old man pops out a bottle of ChungAde™ and shotguns it. One of the thugs reaches to grab the old man and is immediately hip tossed aside. The old man follows up by stepping back into the second shocked thug and immediate drops him with a near perfect Diamond Cutter.

 

 

Narrator: "ChungAde™. The ONLY hydration beverage that fuels athletes, workers, and the elderly alike!"

 

Abruptly the scene cuts to a laboratory setting.

 

 

A scientist stands by a table full of beakers and tubes of various colored liquids.

 

Scientist :"Every bottle of ChungAde™ is scientifically formulated for maximum hydration compliance! Independent studies* show a 87.8% voluntary consumption rate, and we’re working hard to improve the other 12.2%!"

 

Narrator: "That’s right! Stay hydrated, stay strong! Because at ChungCo., we believe: If you’re not drinking ChungAde™, you’re not at your best… and we notice."

 

 

The view cuts again to static and then a bright neon explosion of ChungAde™ bottles erupts onto the screen to transition to clips of smiling athletes, corporate workers, and even a large dog enthusiastically drinking ChungAde™.

 

 

Narrator:"ChungAde™ comes in six EXCITING FLAVORS! Citrus Splash, Berry Blend, Lemon Breeze, Blue, Grape Delight, and Mystery Flavor."

 

As the narrator says each name, the image of the associate flavor flashes on screen. 

 

 

Narrator: "So whether you're on the field, in the office, or just taking a personal day, stay hydrated. Stay productive. Stay loyal. Drink ChungAde™!"

 

An extremely fast, barely audiable voice reads out the following as it appears in exceptionally small print at the bottom of the screen as a video of the wrestler from the beginning of the commercial stands up from pinning an opponent as the referee hands him a championship belt plays.

 

"Side effects may include excessive energy, increased sweat production, increased heart rate, decreased heart rate, nausea, bowel dilation, heightened workplace enthusiasm, increased urge to dance, reduced independent thought, delusions of grandeur, an increased tolerance for extreme temperatures, minor glowing in low-light conditions, meetings with The Hat Man, spontanious bouts of exisential clarity, a sudden preference for ChungCo. approved products, temporary loss of personal opinions, and occasional episodes of hallucination. In rare cases, users may experience Recall Syndrome™, which may include vivid dreams of a better past that never existed, and/or rapid hair growth in places where they never had hair before. Must be at least 18 years of age to consume ChungAde™ Mystery Flavor. ChungCo is not responsible for improper usage of ChungAde™. Do not consume non-ChungCo. beverages. Do not consume non-ChungCo. beverages. Hydrate responsibly." Narrator: "ChungAde™, try it today!"

 

 

Colin: Thanks to our Sponsor, ChungAde™ for continuing to support us even as you go through several le- (reads, almost successfully to himself) Oh don't read that part, okay then. (back to the mic, reading copy flatly) "ChungAde™. Everyone had fun tonight, everyone drank Chung™ tonight."

 

 

Kendra: What's your favorite flavor?

 

Colin: Oh, it's gotta be Blue, no question. You?

 

Kendra: Citrus Blast.  Arvin?

 

Colin: Arvin is over there on can 4 tonight of the mystery flavor. 

 

Kendra: You gotta slow down bud.

 

 

Arvin: BUT I'M SO CLOSE TO FIGURING IT OUT.

 

Colin: What have you come up with so far?

 

Arvin: So far I've got Ruby Chocolate, Orange, the Erie Gauge War of 1853, and notes of boysenberry. 

 

Colin: You sure it wasn't the Arostook War?

 

Arvin: (beat) Oh, I hadn't thought of that. 

 

Kendra: Why are you encouraging this?

 

Colin: Keeps him quiet while we move on to our next match, we're in the predominantly title portion of the night. Would have been completely title but the whole nonsense with the tag titles earlier.

 

 

Ash: The following is a Trios Tag Match and it is for the Trios Tag Titles!

 

 

A limo pulls up to the stage with "Anti-Corruption Services" written on the side. The driver opens the door and out come Tino Sabatelli, Soldat, and Luis Diaz.

 

 

Ash: First! The challengers...representing La Family..."The Papa" Tino Sabatelli, Soldat, and Luis Diaz!

 

La Family walks down the ramp, with a mix of boos and cheers. They straighten their ties and carry themselves with poise and confidence. They brush their shoes as they enter the ring and make gun hands at the audience.

 

 

The bassline kicks in and the lights flash rumble orange purple and gold, with orange and purple spotlights in an X and a gold one in between strobing intensely to the guitar riff. When the drums hit, Jaguar King, Lionheart, and Victor Kingston stomp in their respective colors and a giant crown firework explodes behind them. The crowd loses their dang minds.

 

 

Ash: And the champions! At a combined weight of 759 pounds, Jaguar King, Lionheart, and the Goldmane Victor Kingston, they are ANIMALITIES! 

 

The bell rings. Kingston and Diaz start.

 

Colin: Diaz comes in steaming with a series of quick high knees from the right and a spin kick from the left, pushing Kingston into a defensive position. Kingston jumps a sweep attempt and comes back around with a roundhouse. We've got two fighters with Muay Thai fighting in their playbook here, so we should get a fairly even match up, Kingston locks the head of Diaz and throws some knees to the midsection, Irish Whip to Diaz and Diaz coming back with a running knee NO HE IS CAUGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER! Kingston with mounted punches and Diaz hits him with a throat chop!

 

Arvin: You gotta do what you can to protect yourself. Kingston holding his throat and Diaz with a lightning quick stomp out to the face. Diaz with a fist drop and a knee drop to keep Kingston grounded. Kingston trying to get back to his feet and Diaz with kicks to his ribs. Kingston grabs Diaz's leg and exploder suplex!

 

Kendra: Kingston hits Diaz with a butterfly backbreaker! Picks up Diaz and a Uranage! Diaz trying to get to his feet and this is a unique situation for Diaz to be in, he's used to be being a frenetic fighter with an unstoppable energy and Kingston has just been reading him for most of the match to this point. Kingston gets him up into the Spinning Wheelbarrow Facebuster! Crown Breaker!! Tino, the 6'11 man of the people, cuts Kingston off with a boot before he can pin and Diaz tags Tino in. 

 

Arvin: Almost 7 feet and using all of that size to his advantage, a launch of his boot and knocks down Kingston, preventing Kingston from getting to the corner. Tino standing on Kingston's back now, putting the total of his weight on him. Not going to give him the win, great way to weaken the back. Tino gets off the back and reverse chokeslam! Kingston needs to tag out if he wants to have a shot at keeping the title. 

 

Colin: Kingston struggling to his feet, Tino takes him by the ankles and launches him to his corner. It doesn't really seem necessary for Tino to tag at this point. A corner foot choke and I don't know at this point I truly don't know how Kingston plans on getting over on Tino. 

 

Arvin: Kingston slides out of the ring, Kingston dropkicks Diaz into Tino and forces the tag! Jaguar King and Lionheart running into the ring, double dropkick and dumps Tino out of the ring! Kingston rolls Diaz up-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Animalities win by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners and STILL Trios Champions, Victor Kingston, Jaguar King, and Lionheart, ANIMALITIES!

 

Colin: Smart strategy by Animalities, forcing Tino Sabatelli out of the match.

 

Kendra: If you can't climb the mountain, go around it.

 

Colin: Let's keep the party going, shall we?

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a Last Person Standing Match and it is for the Inferno Title!

 

 

Colin: Ugh, did she change her personality AGAIN?

 

Morgan Maverick walks out, surrounded by gold lights and a rain of gold sparkles.

 

 

Ash: First! From-

 

Morgan takes out a Microphone and cuts Ash off.

 

Morgan: First AND Foremost, from the GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD, WITH THE GREATEST SPORTS TEAMS IN THE WORLD, AND THE GREATEST FOOD IN THE WORLD AND YES THAT INCLUDES THE GREATEST PIZZA IN THE WORLD-

 

The crowd HATES this.

 

Kendra: I like Pica's as much as the next woman, but you're not gonna come for New York Pie.

 

Arvin: Even I think that's a bridge too far.

 

Morgan: PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, only here to grace this sprawling mess, this Identity Crisis, this five children and It of a city, out of the immense love in her heart and the desire to once again embarrass New York City at MSG-

 

Colin: Really. SHE is going to call anything out for an identity crisis.

 

Morgan: You know her by many names...you have all her action figures...you followed her from her simple roots as a flight instructor to the very definition of glamour and glitz that stands here before you today ready to follow in the footsteps of her beloved Eagles and come home with the gold...theeeee PHILLY PHORTUNE...Zora Luthor International is proud to present your future Inferno Champion...MOOOORGAN MAAAAAAVERICK!

 

The crowd is on their feet booing her with immense passion. She laughs haughtily as she struts into the ring.

 

 

White sparks rain down over the entrance as Ace Anarchy bursts onto the stage. The crowd goes absolutely bananas.

 

 

Ash: And the INFERNO CHAMPION, from the Outback, Australia, weighing 225 pounds, the Thunder from Down Under, AAAAACE AAAAAANARCHY! 

 

The screen behind him fills with falling ‘Joker’ playing cards, which ignite to reveal an anarchy symbol. As his theme song hits, red and white strobe lights flash in sync with the rhythm. Ace Anarchy throws his arms up, singing along behind his mask. The fans go absolutely bananas. He bounces down the ramp, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans before sliding into the ring, ready for action.

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Ace with his signature frenetic right from the bell energy and unloading the forearm shots on Morgan. Throwing Morgan off the ropes and snap powerslam! Pulling Morgan up and snaps her into a side suplex. Scoop up into a spinning spinebuster! 

 

Arvin: Why's he keep picking her up? Isn't the whole point of this match to leave it all on the floor and have your opponent counted out?

 

Kendra: Yeah but you're not gonna get that in two suplexes, so you really do have to wear your opponent down. You don't agree to a match like this unless you can hang. 

 

Colin: Exactly. Anarchy continues to unload on Maverick, not give her a chance to breathe, mounted punches and a stomp to the gut, gets to her legs and big swing! 

 

Arvin: That's your first mistake, should have kept it on the melee path.

 

Colin: I think you may be right, Ace charging for the boot and Morgan with the Capture Suplex sending Ace to the outside! Now there are no disqualifications so you're gonna have to watch from every corner, ZLI could literally come out of the wood work and each sit on your limbs and that would be completely above board. 

 

Kendra: Anarchy for better or worse isn't worried about that. One of the things that both his fans and his enemies like about him is that he never backs down and he never runs away. Anarchy digging under the apron and Morgan stops his search with a diving bionic elbow! Morgan picks him up by the back of his neck and headfirst into the steel steps! She resumes his search and pulls out a barbed wire bat. Why do we keep those things down there? What purpose does just having a barbed wire bat on hand? 

 

Arvin: Exactly this purpose, carnage. Morgan drives the bat into the back of Ace! And another one! And another one! She's going full Pitbull! 

 

Kendra: Looks like she does want a full Calle Ocho. Morgan puts the bat down on the bottom step, picks Ace up and facebuster into the bat! Deadlift German! Andra begins the count!

 

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Anarchy up after 2, gonna have to do a lot more work than that. Morgan with another German, NO Ace lands on his feet behind her and Superkick! Morgan tumbles to the other side of the steps. Ace clears the steps with the State of Decay!! 

 

1!

2!

3!

4!

 

Colin: Morgan back up and shakes it off. Morgan gets Ace in a headlock and a clubbing forearm to the back! Morgan with a knee to the gut and another elbow to the back! Morgan switching up the back and the stomach and Ace is getting pulverized. 

 

Kendra: She holds on a little too long and a Northern Lights suplex by Ace! Morgan gets to her feet and running jumping lariat! 

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Stay down!

 

Kendra: Ace up and locks in with the arm-trapped corkscrew neckbreaker! Ace with a humongous back suplex! Morgan lands on her shoulder blades and crumples over!

 

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

 

Colin: Morgan to her feet just in time to take a running boot by Anarchy! Morgan rolls back and gets Anarchy in a drop toe hold. Morgan locks in a crossface and it's not gonna win the match but it's gonna weaken Anarchy. The trick of this is knowing when to let go. Anarchy is struggling and it looks like he's fading, Ace trying to even fight to stay awake in the match let alone break the hold. Morgan tightens the hold and Ace looks like he might be getting a nap soon. 

 

Kendra: The crowd trying to get Ace to his feet, you can hear the stomps of Madison Square Garden, they don't want Morgan to lord his victory over them, they want Ace. The stomps are getting louder and faster...like a roll...of...Thunder....ACE TO HIS FEET! ACE STRUGGLING TO HIS FEET! REVERSES THE CROSSFACE INTO A SIDEWALK SLAM! THE CROWD IS ALIVE! MADISON SQUARE GARDEN IS POPPING OFF! 

 

Arvin: Oh this crowd doesn't know who they like.

 

Colin: No I think it's fairly obvious. He gets the double-hook in and it looks like we might be getting a-

 

 

Kendra: CRYSTELLE CLOCKS ANARCHY WITH THE TITLE BELT!  She helps Morgan up!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Colin: Crystelle may have just stolen this match from Ace Anarchy!

 

4!

5!

6!

 

Arvin: That's how you know she's all in, Colin.

 

7!

8!

 

Colin: ACE TO HIS FEET! ACE TO HIS FEET! AND CRYSTELLE GOES DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM! He's stalking after Morgan now and-

 

 

Colin: Kalpana and Imogen coming from the crowd, standing in the way of Anarchy, Imogen goes Down with the System! Kalpana goes Down with the System! Ace is just taking on Zora Luthor International by himself!

 

Kendra: We knew this would happen. Fight your own damn battles Morgan! 

 

Colin: Kal and Imogen each grab an arm of Ace! Morgan has the barbed wire bat!! She drives it into his sternum! She brutalizes him with another shot! Here comes a third! Ace is squirming, trying to break free, Morgan ravages him with the bat again and tosses it aside! 

 

Kendra: She's calling for Ace to be lifted up! Crystelle takes him from the back, the four of them going in... A Four Way Powerbomb?!

 

Colin: Back when the year began and they went by the Nor'Easter they would do this, only it would be Zora Luthor instead of Crystelle and they'd call it the Four Play. I didn't think this would be a callback but Morgan gets situated with the legs and-

 

 

Kendra: OH MY GOD THE FIREBIRD IS HERE! THE FIREBIRD GUINEVERE SLAMS THE TITLE INTO THE BACK OF MORGAN MAVERICK! THESE TWO HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS!

 

 

Colin: High Risk is out here to even the odds! They step to Imogen and Kalpana and the brawl begins! Guinevere chases off Crystelle! Zora Luthor is neutralized, and Ace finally locks in the double underhook, going for the lift, and BACK BODY DROP BY MORGAN! Morgan hits a knee drop and picks Ace up, taking him for a spin and it looks like a trip to the Morg AND NO HEADSCISSORS BY ANARCHY AND GETS HER UP, LIFT OFF AND FULL HOUSE!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Arvin: This one is written in the books.

 

4!

5!

6!

 

Kendra: Ace Anarchy may have just sealed the deal!

 

7!

8!

 

Colin: And still champion-

 

Kendra: MORGAN IS UP! WHAT! HOW!

 

Arvin: Ace looks pissed! I think. I can't always tell.

 

Colin: Ace throwing fist after fist after fist! Morgan blocks the fist and into an armlock, wrenching the arm and a headbutt! Picks him up for a Rib Buster! She's just tossing Ace around now! Gutwrench Powerbomb!

 

1!

2!

3!

4!

 

Arvin: Ace to his feet, Morgan charging him and Ace gets her up, tosses her onto the Spanish Announcer's Table! He's climbing up after her...oh I don't like this.

 

Colin: I do. He's using the barricade as a makeshift turnbuckle and gets Morgan onto it, pointing to the sky, taking a giant jump and spinning her around...ACE! HIGH! THROUGH! THE TABLE!

 

1!

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3!

 

Kendra: If this doesn't do the job then I don't know what will.

 

4!

5!

6!

 

Colin: Ace normally doesn't get flashy but he also doesn't normally get jumped by ZLI's front line.

 

7!

 

Kendra: I thnk

 

8!

 

Kendra: He's

 

9!

 

Kendra: DONE IT.

 

10!

 

Ace Anarchy wins by 10-count!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, AND STILL INFERNO CHAMPION, The Thunder From Down Under, ACE! ANARCHY!!!!

 

Kendra: And the crowd is going absolutely bananas! 

 

Colin: It's rare that you get this kinda pump from retaining a belt, but that's the level that Ace Anarchy lives and breathes. Let's take you back now to Heloisa Cabral, who's with our Mania Champion. Heloisa?

 

 

The hallway is dim, lined with shadows. A single spotlight shines on HELOISA CABRAL as she stands with a mic in hand, her expression serious.

 

HELOISA CABRAL:
Ladies and gentlemen and enbies, joining me now is a man whose actions last week sent shockwaves through MAWL…
He laid out 50 Cent, Diddy, and WildFire without a single word. Please welcome… Balor Wolfe.

 

(Balor steps into frame, slow and deliberate. He’s wearing his signature dog mask, a black and purple aura surrounding him with every movement. The atmosphere shifts the moment he enters the shot.)

 

 

HELOISA:
Balor, you attacked without provocation. No words, no warning. Just destruction. Why?

 

(As he begins to speak, a quick flash of that Alastor-like smile flickers across Balor’s face, vanishing as quickly as it came.)

 

BALOR WOLFE: (calmly)
Because I could.

(He turns his head slightly toward Cristel, his voice steady and low. Another brief flash of that eerie smile appears for just a moment.)
People talk about justice, honor, revenge... but I don't care about any of that. I’m not your villain. I’m not your hero.

 

I’m something else entirely.
I’m a force of nature.
You don’t reason with a hurricane. You don’t question a lightning strike.
You just survive it… if you're lucky.

 

HELOISA:
Some are saying it was an act of cowardice, hitting from the shadows. That maybe you’re afraid of WildFire.

 

(A longer smile this time—a glimpse of his sharp teeth as he tilts his head slightly. It lingers just a second longer, before he responds.)

 

BALOR:
(Laughs—quiet, sharp, without humor)

Afraid? I didn’t wait for him to come to me—I found him. I made sure he felt every ounce of the chaos I carry.
That wasn’t fear. That was a reminder.
To him… and to everyone watching.
You have to be perfect to beat me. Every second, every move, flawless.
Me?
I just need a moment.
One breath. One mistake. And you’re looking at the lights, wondering how the hell it all slipped away.

(He pauses, his fingers lingering at his temple, then another brief flash of the smile.)

There’s something evil in me. It’s always been there.
I’ve stopped pretending it isn’t.
But I don’t walk this road alone.
Alastor, Eros, and Apollo—they guide me.
They show me the path I need to walk. Whether it’s paved in gold… or soaked in blood.

(As he says this, another quick flash of that unsettling grin cuts through, only to disappear as quickly as it came.)

 

HELOISA:

And what does that path look like when it leads to WildFire, the man standing between you and the MAWL Championship?

 

(Balor's expression sharpens, his eyes locking onto the camera. Another flash of the grin, barely perceptible.)

 

BALOR: (now staring directly into the lens)
WildFire… I see your blaze. I see the pride in your eyes.
But I also see what you don’t…
You’re staring into me like I’m your final challenge. Like you’re ready to burn me down.
But here’s the truth:

"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss, WildFire…"

 

(He leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper. This time, the smile is fuller and more pronounced as he speaks.)

 

BALOR:
“…the abyss gazes also into you.”

 

(His lips curl into a slow, sharp Alastor-like smile—not just a grin, but a predator’s expression full of cruel amusement and calm certainty. He holds it for a moment before he slowly pulls his mask back down over his face, the smile fading into the shadows.)

(He turns and walks off into the darkness of the corridor, leaving an unsettling silence in his wake.)

 

HELOISA CABRAL:
(Almost breathless)
WildFire may be playing with fire… but Balor Wolfe is something even worse.

(Fade to black.)

 

 

Colin: Balor is a man without remorse and without mercy and he's tapped into something deeper and darker, and so we are all on notice.

 

 

Kendra: And we're going to see that go down later tonight, but we've got plenty more titles to match, so let's get this show rolling.

 

 

Arvin: And I'm hype, my girl the One Punch Champ is coming to play!

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a first blood match and it is for the United States Title!

 

 

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

 

 

Ash: First! From Los Angeles, California, VIOLET!

 

The titantron comes on and-

 

 

The lights turn into a spotlight at the stage. And a limo pulls up that reads ONE PUNCH CHAMP.

 

 

TM Ichiban opens the door and the music starts to play.

 

 

Kiki Kruel steps out of the limo-

 

 

Ash: And the Champion! Representing Kruel and accompanied by her Personal Manservant T.M. Ichiban, From Ogōri, Fukoka, Japan, the Cutest in the World, the Cold-Hearted Kupidoll, The One Punch Champ, she is the United States Champion, KIIIIKIIIII KRUUUUUEL!

 

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

 

Colin: Kruel already directing T.M. to fight the match for her and T.M. enters the ring. Violet trying to push past him and he cracks her in the rib with his cane! And an uppercut to her face with the cane! It only takes one little bit of blood and Violet is out. It doesn't matter if it's from Kiki, from T.M., from tripping. He tries it again and she grabs it mid-swing! She snaps the cane over her knee and just absolutely blasting T.M. with the two pieces! 

 

Kendra: We've seen this from Kiki before, she's got the beach chair out and she's having a cocktail served to her! She sees that it's a Manhattan and smashes the glass over the server's head, but I can't see what she's ordering.

 

Arvin: It's a baller move to get ringside service. Think she'll order me one?

 

Kendra: She's so far out of your league there's two farm team strata between you. 

 

Colin: Violet finds it disrespectful and I agree. 

 

Arvin: You're both too thin-skinned.

 

Kendra: Violet continuing to try to push past T.M. clubs him in the leg with the broken cane pieces- OH! HE GRABS ONTO HER LEG! She stomps his hand off her and several stomps to his palm! He gets up and eats a Bandit Country! Kiki seems to have a sex on the beach now, I mean let's be real it is a better drink. 

 

Colin: Violet shaking her head and going for a run, uses the top rope to quickly turn herself around and not losing momentum, MOONSAULT! THE CHAIR CLOSES IN ON KIKI! VIOLET STOMPING ON KIKI NOW, Kiki fighting to her feet and a Bandit Country! Violet to the apron and Kiki with a basement dropkick into the steps! She gets the knuckles and she's looking to wrap this one up quickly...VIOLET MOVES! Kiki's Superman Punch to the steps is now just happening to the stairs! VIOLET WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! 

 

Kendra: She's not gonna be able to wrap Violet that quickly. Violet stomps to the midsection and an elbow drop to the face of Kiki. 

 

Arvin: She's just delaying the inevitable. 

 

Colin: Quick punch combo to the head of Kiki, and now winding up for a more solid punch. Kiki stumbles back a bit and Violet hits a swinging neckbreaker! Violet pulling up for a ripcord and KIKI SMASHES THE DRINK GLASS ON THE FACE OF VIOLET! AND THAT'LL DO IT.

 

Arvin: Told you.

 

Kiki Kruel wins by first blood!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner and STILL United States Champion, KIIIIKIIII KRUEL!

 

Kendra: It did not feel like an earned win. 

 

Arvin: Blood is blood, it's how it goes. 

 

Colin: I highly doubt these two are done with each other. But now we've got an interesting little twist on our next match. You'll notice that the graphic is slightly different than the others and there's a reason for that. Irving?

 

 

Irving: That's right, Colin. What we're calling the Tables have already been set up for us. As you can see we're on the Roof of Madison Square Garden for the Eurasian Title Table Match, where we will soon be joined by JCM Ace and James D. All around the roof, you can see stories of scaffolding that are going to act as our tables. I'm honestly surprised they're letting us do this. I'm up here with two of my favorite people, referee Erica Lance and visiting from Pro Wrestling Magic, Mr. Indestructible himself, Steve Off, who just today was announced as DLC for MAWL Madness 2.

 

 

Erica: Thanks! There's not much in the way of actual officiating that needs to be done, basically I'm here to verify the winner, so I'll be calling the match with you which is very exciting for me too.

 

Irving: It's going to be great to hear what goes through the mind of a referee during this chaos. And Steve Off, you must be pretty excited about a video game debut.

 

 

Steve: Yeah you know it's just real validatin' to be gettin' some recognition, I been doin' this a long time down on the other side of the bridge. And it gave me a chance to bend their ear about doin' a PWM game down the line too. 

 

Irving: Well deserved sir. 

 

Steve: So I wanna understand what's about to happen. It's you put your opponent through a scaffolding tower?

 

Erica: That is the long and short of it, yeah. 

 

Steve: Should we sing their theme songs? 

 

Irving: Cool idea but I don't think we're gonna have time for that, looks like JCM is already out here.

 

 

Steve: Do you think he says his catchphrase the same way with Queen as he does to his enemies?

 

Erica: I can only hope.

 

Irving: I hadn't thought of it that way before and now I am gonna need an excavator to dig that out of my head.

 

Steve: You're welcome.

 

Erica: And it looks like the door is opening and the champ is here.

 

 

Steve: This is "The Most Interesting Man in the World"? You wouldn't even be the most interesting man on the It's a Small World ride. Hey, if we're giving ourselves nicknames without any merit I'm the richest man in Mauritania. 

 

Irving: That's the champ, sure you wanna get on his bad side?

 

Steve: I'll tell ya right now, this pencildick is no more deserving of that title - both the belt and his nickname - than I am of Alicia Keys's phone number. And if he wins this match, I'm a challenge him on the spot to take that off his waist.

 

Erica: Looks like you got the champ riled up and he takes a run at JCM, ooh a bulldog! James is starting the action pretty tight and keeps the headlock hold, a strong punch to the head of JCM. And now a knee smash to the face of JCM. James keeping the pressure on. 

 

Steve: See, I think James here is making a big mistake not letting go of the headlock, JCM isn't gonna put up with this for too much longer and OOP! See? There's a back suplex. 

 

Irving: You ever think you'd see a match on the Roof of the Garden?

 

Steve: I thought we'd beat you guys up here, but hey, fair play. Now what's wild about the roof set up is that it seems like a flat level, but you've got the drop between the center and the barricades. And if you're feeling saucy you can use any one of the vents or that rail as a top rope or a weapon. I think it might be kinda cool to do a rumble up here.

 

Irving: That would be positively insane. JCM hits James with a snap DDT and grabs James by the scruff of the neck. He goes for a scoop powerslam and drops him into the divot of the roof! JCM leaps down and blasts him with a diving axe handle! James to his feet and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX OVER THE RAILING NO! JCM HOLDS ONTO THE RAILING, GETS HIS FEET UP AND BLASTS JAMES D WITH THE 3RD AVE FOREARM! 

 

Erica: One of the things that gives me such fear about this match is that the Scaffolding isn't everywhere, right? So you could just be throwing your opponent off the roof of MSG onto 7th Ave and then this becomes a much different match. So you really have to be aware of all your surroundings, and JCM demonstrated that admirably here. James hits a swinging neckbreaker...that really looked a bit more like a parkour neckbreaker! 

 

Irving: Still think he's not interesting, Steve Off?

 

Steve: He's still a pencildick, but I gotta give him that move.

 

Irving: How magnanimous of you.

 

Steve: And he's climbing back out of the Divot OH JCM HAS HIM BY THE LEGS AND A DEVASTATING SITOUT POWERBOMB! Wait, why didn't he Powerbomb him over the ledge?

 

Erica: There's no scaffolding by where they are...they have to move a bit to the left or right...and also a powerbomb over a ledge is dangerous if you have a quick thinking opponent like James D who can turn that into a huracanrana real quick.

 

Irving: Overhead Belly to Belly by JCM to another part of the divot and they're a bit closer now to a scaffolding. James quickly to his feet and a running elbow shot to the back of JCM's head. Normally James would have gone for a floatover DDT in that scenario but any time you take your feet off the ground in this narrow space you put yourself at risk. 

 

Erica: To your point he is going for a big walk over JCM instead of a jump to get to the head, and stomping out JCM's head right now! That's a frenetic stomp and it's driving JCM into the steel! JCM is gonna have a migraine tomorrow. 

 

Steve: Hey, I think Godzilla might be scaling the building.

 

 

Irving: That's not Godzilla, that's JCM's boy Big Ricky, and he's climbing up the scaffolding, looks like he has a taser in his hand! Coming to give his dude support OH JAMES D JUST CAUGHT WIND OF HIM! JAMES D SEES BIG RICKY JUST ABOUT TO GET TO THE ROOF, RUNNING ROCKET KICK! BIG RICKY IS GOING DOWN AND HE'S FINDING THE SCAFFOLDING ON THE WAY! 

 

Erica: Welp, that's one set of scaffolding they can't use. But it does give JCM a chance to get to his feet and JCM with a float over neckbreaker! JCM gets himself back on the roof and he's scouring the roof for any weapon he can use...it's sparse up here for sure... James D makes it back to the rooftop and JCM Ace is waiting for him! JCM smashes his head into a vent pipe! 

 

Steve: You can tell he's steamed.

 

Irving: Ha ha ha.

 

Steve: And now James is getting steamed, JCM holding his face at the exhaust port! Anyone wanted Steamed Jams? 

 

Irving: James grabs him by the hair, that was a bad idea, and sticks his head into the exhaust port! Rib kicks to JCM Ace! This is positively brutal. 

 

Erica: You don't touch the hair. James D just made a grievous error and he better hope that JCM is too tired to make him pay for it.

 

Irving: JCM swinging wildly but lands an elbow in James's rib cage! He found him and he goes for another one, but James ducks and picks up JCM's legs....ooh!

 

Steve: I hope JCM isn't expecting a JCM Jack. 

 

Erica: James going for it again and JCM USING HIS LEGS WRAPPING THEM AROUND JAMES AND A FORM OF DEADLY NIGHT SHADE! JAMES'S FACE MEETS THE VENT! JCM LOADS HIMSELF BACK AND SITS ON THE HEAD OF JAMES! AND JUMPS HIMSELF UP FOR A SENTON! 

 

Steve: James D is about to meet his maker. Over the head belly to belly! JCM marching over and ANOTHER over the head belly to belly! He's just moving James D to the other side of the rooftop! James rolls back and JCM stalking after him, not gonna have to go far, James drills him with that D Stroyer knee!

 

Irving: James D either has learned nothing or is emboldened now, picks JCM by the hair AGAIN T-Bone Suplexes JCM Ace! Ace is towards the edge now and it just takes one good move to retain, James D going for the D Stroyer Knee Again, ACE SCOOPS HIM UP! GOES FOR A SPIN! ACE BOMB! LOOK AT THE HEIGHT HE'S GETTING, HE GOES OVER THE DIVOT AND HE BETTER HOPE THERE'S SOME SCAFFOLDING THERE!

 

Erica: JCM has just taken a leap of faith AND IT PAYS OFF! YOU CAN HEAR THE CRACKING OF THE WOOD AS HE DRIVES JAMES D THROUGH THE SCAFFOLDING TOWER! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!

 

JCM Ace wins by putting James D through the scaffolding!

 

 

Erica: Here is your winner and the NEW MAWL Eurasian Champion...JCM ACE!

 

Steve: WHAT A CLIMAX! HE'S....COMING!

 

Irving: Oh my God. Well Steve Off thanks for joining us on commentary, looking forward to playing as you in MAWL Madness 2 once your DLC pack comes out.

 

Steve: Thanks for having me.

 

Erica: Back to you inside.

 

 

Colin: I swear this fed is becoming more and more like Mortal Kombat every day.

 

 

Kendra: This next situation certainly isn't going to help matters, as we were supposed to have a tag match for the tag title first contender spot and it's turned into a chaotic mess backstage.

 

 

Arvin: The tag champs are trying to prevent the match from even happening and just started wailing on the two teams, and oh look, Ash is out here now to inform us of the ruling. 

 

 

Ash: After consultation with all parties involved, the General Manager has declared that the tag match that was meant to happen now between Rade and Mal Sangre and Spirit Crusher to determine who will face La Sangre Maldita at Mayday for the tag team titles is now going to be the previously expected Bloodnado Triple Threat Tag to include the champions, and if the champions win, then neither opposing team will be granted a tag title shot for the duration of their reign!

 

 

Colin: It looks like we'll be getting this elimination match after all! And Ralph Silva has successfully bent Elisa Mae to his will a bit, this match is sure to have immense ramifications for the tag scene writ large.

 

Arvin: For sure. Being able to prevent four insanely talented competitors from holding tag gold would be a huge advantage. It's also a huge MEOW you to Mal Sangre from LSM, Mal effectively has a restraining order on him by that title so even if LSM were to invoke freebird, Mal is disqualified from that.

 

Ash: The General Manager has FURTHER decreed that as this match does not require pinfall or submission in the ring, that it has now officially begun!

 

Colin: Oh for MEOW sake.

 

Kendra: They're just wasting no time here and the gathering is spilling out into the arena!

 

 

Kendra: Now Mal Sangre was in a Last Blood Match earlier tonight...although he won, he did take quite a bit of scratching. Do you think that'll play out?

 

 

Colin: Well Tragedeigh jumps Mal Sangre from behind and is scratching at the wounds from earlier so I do think it'll play a small part and yep that's blood for the blood god. Mal Sangre's night is over.

 

Mal Sangre is eliminated by Tragedeigh!

 

Arvin: Tragedeigh throws her arms up in triumph and Mal Sangre hits her on the back of the head with a Polish Hammer! He throws her through the doorway and these two ARE NOT DONE WITH EACH OTHER. SOMBRAS STEPS IN THE MIDDLE AND GIVES MAL A HUG...HE'S TRYING TO GET MAL TO CALM DOWN.

 

Colin: He's trying to get Tragedeigh to escape! This is treachery! MAL HEADBUTTS HIS BROTHER AND RED EVERYWHERE! The ref calls it!!

 

Sombras is eliminated by Mal Sangre!

 

Arvin: Wait, Mal's mouth is covered in red...was that mist??

 

Colin: It's too hard to tell but Sombras is left stupefied about what just occurred.

 

Mal gives Sombras a thumbs up and "emo heart" hand symbol then chases after Tragedeigh.

 

Kendra: That leaves Davy Boy by his lonesome. It also leaves Rade by his lonesome but I don't think that's anything he's not used to. Guy probably thinks he could be a tag team by himself.

 

Colin: He's got good reason to believe that. Davy Boy vs Rade vs both of Spirit Crusher and despite the hate between the two teams, it would serve Davy Boy and Rade well to work together and Rade just started up on the Gesichtsmörder to Davy Boy, yep, Davy Boy is out.

 

Kendra: If you have a move literally called Face Murder, this is the match for you.

 

Superstar Davy Boy is eliminated by Rade!

 

Arvin: Spirit Crusher didn't have to do much of anything so far, but it's just them and the man whose manager has their vials. Damian and Shadow alternating punches on Rade and there's a little bit of staggering but not a whole lot to talk about, and Rade tosses both of them up...DOUBLE 7 FEET UNDERS! 

 

Kendra: This match still hasn't even made it past the beginning of the ramp yet, and it's down to a 2 on 1 mess! Kawashima and Damian to their feet, Kawashima launches Damian up at Rade and Damian brings him down with a DDT! They would do well while Rade is on the ground to do some damage and sure enough a double stomp out to the face of Rade! Shadow directs Damian back to Rade's legs, Damian pulls Rade back in a surfboard stretch and Shadow with a series of heavy chops, takes a run back and a big boot! And winding up, a HUGE Mongolian Chop!

 

Colin: Damian directing Shadow now and they cross each other's paths walking down the length of Rade's spine. Great teamwork here. Shadow tosses Damian his Singapore cane and gets Rade back in the surfboard! Damian lashes Rade with the cane! He winds back and a second lashing! Remember, blood can come from anywhere to count, it doesn't have to be the face! It's amazing the resilience of Rade's skin - it's marking but it's not lacerating enough to cause duress. 

 

Kendra: Wait...is Rade...laughing? I think he might be laughing!

 

Arvin: That sick MEOW is enjoying this! 

 

Kendra: This has riled Damian's usually stoic demeanor just a bit, and he lashes him harder with the cane, but it's not coming to much! Rade is getting some motion in his body and he headbutts Damian! He gets his legs around Shadow and trebuchets him!! 

 

Colin: Rade to his feet now and others would run but Damian and Shadow have no fear in them. Shadow launches Damian up again and Damian goes for a Scalpel Kick, Rade DUCKS HIM and Damian goes overhead! Rade boots Shadow Kawashima backwards! Kawashima goes for a short arm clothesline and Damian with a sweep at the same time! Rade is back down! 

 

Arvin: These two men are having decent success neutralizing Rade, but it's not getting much further for that and isn't for a very long period. Shadow is used to being the monster in the ring, but Rade has 10 inches over him and every one of those inches is a potential nail in the coffin. They attempt to recreate their earlier lockdown but Rade wizens to it and boots Damian away! A huge headbutt and Shadow stumbles back!

 

Kendra: Damian hits a humungous German Suplex on Rade!! Takes a run towards Kawashima, Kawashima launches Damian up, and Damian launching towards Rade - Rade hits another giant boot on Kawashima and there's the gash!

 

Shadow Kawashima is eliminated by Rade!

 

Colin: Damian hits the Tabula Rasa and brings the giant down!

 

Rade is last eliminated!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Shadow Kawashima and Damian Blackheart, SPIRIT CRUSHER!

 

Colin: They are not leaving unbruised but they are leaving unbled, and with a title shot to show for it.

 

Kendra: And now to the next one, this one is a match with some history. If you remember, WonderWolf and Schmetterling famously set fire to Question Mark Vraag after he attempted to steal Schmetterling's flamethrower. But even prior to that, these two have been going at it constantly almost since WonderWolf began here. And now they are hoping to put their rivalry to bed once and for all.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a Flamethrower Match! The only way to win is to unhook the flamethrower from the clasp in the center of the ring and use it on your opponent! And it is for the Asylum Title!

 

 

The lights dim and neon question marks float around the stadium. The lights flash white with the bass riff. Question Mark Vraag storms out pointing at himself. 

 

 

Ash: First! From Nijmegen, Netherlands, weighing in at 207 pounds, representing Team Superstarz, Question Mark Vraag!

 

At the chorus the question marks turn into strobe lights of the same color in time with the keyboards. Question Mark makes a question mark with hand motions. 

 

 

Arena Lights go out, while heavy fog starts filling the entrance ramp, Wonderwolf's logo flashes over the screen, and an introductory video starts playing, as Wonderwolf makes his way to the ring with his entrance music. The light go out and a spotlight hits the center of the ring where Wonderwolf is started howling.

 

 

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

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And the only way to win this is to set your opponent on fire with a Flamethrower! And Wonder throwing huge right fists to the face of Question Mark, a tremendous spinning DDT and huracanrana! Question rolls out of the ring and is digging under, Wonder comes charging and clears the ropes with a diving headbutt!

 

Kendra: Question hits him with a snap Spanish Fly and goes back under the apron...pulls out...a Flamethrower??

 

Arvin: Nowhere in the rules did it say it had to be THAT Flamethrower! 

 

Colin: Question prepares to light him up and WONDERWOLF LIMBOS UNDER THE FLAMES! Wonderwolf with a sweep and gets the Flamethrower...POURS THE FLAME ONTO VRAAG! This one's over!

 

Wonderwolf wins by Flamethrower!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner and STILL Asylum Champion, WonderWolf!

 

Colin: WonderWolf was not messing around. 

 

 

Charged with fervent anticipation. Inside a vast, repurposed industrial complex, an abandoned warehouse or factory transformed into the Currency Cartel's imposing stronghold. Steel girders crisscross overhead, draped with enormous banners bearing the Cartel's insignia . A 'C' intertwined with a serpent, a symbol of currency. The lighting is dramatic and stark. A single, harsh spotlight illuminates the figure at the podium, while the cavernous space around is filled with shadows, occasionally pierced by the glint of weaponry or the fanatical gleam in the eyes of the assembled crowd.

 

 

Keyser Söze: My people... Sons and daughters of the Cartel. We stand tonight on the precipice. Not just of victory, but of history. We embark on our most critical operation since forging this great empire from the ashes of mediocrity and the failures of lesser men.

 

The camera pans down, lingering for a moment on the disciplined ranks of the Contra Unit soldiers flanking the stage. Their faces covered, weapons held at parade rest but radiating menace. The crowd below is a sea of devoted followers, faces upturned, hanging on every word.

 

Keyser Söze: Since the conception of our vision, each of you has been a vital cog in this unstoppable machine. From the whispers campaigns that sowed doubt, to the disruptive actions that fractured alliances, every effort has culminated in this moment. Combined, due to each one of us fulfilling our sacred roles in this GLORIOUS empire, the final, suffocating blow to MAWL is finally within our grasp!

A low, approving rumble from the crowd.

 

Keyser Söze: Give thanks to Kaylee, our Minister of Propaganda! Her insidious genius, your covert infiltration  embedding yourselves within the MAWL fanbase, twisting their passions, turning their cheers into fuel for our fire. It meant we entered this federation not as villains, BUT AS LIBERATORS! CONQUERING HEROES!

 

The sea of Cartel supporters erupts, waving flags, the Contra Unit raising their firearms in a disciplined salute. The sound is deafening, echoing off the cold steel walls.

 

 

Keyser Söze: And battle after brutal battle, SlowMo, our Enforcer, the very embodiment of our relentless will, has systematically dismantled MAWL's defenses! He has shown their weak-willed management, their coddled roster, that our resolve cannot be broken, our advance cannot be halted!

A roar specifically for SlowMo goes up.

Keyser Söze: That indomitable will, your unwavering influence bleeding into every corner of their crumbling institution, our manipulation of those easily swayed fools outside our movement, useful pawns, indeed! All have led us precisely to this calculated point. Tonight, for their precious Aries Championship, a symbol they cling to like drowning men to driftwood, our very own SlowMo will lead the final charge against their chosen lamb, Chantarelle.

 

Keyser pauses, leaning slightly into the microphone, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, yet still carrying, tone.

 

Keyser Söze: The outside world, the blind sheeple, they look at this as merely another championship match. They chatter about win records and title defenses. FOOLS! They do not comprehend the true stakes. They cannot fathom the intricate tapestry we have woven. This isn't about a belt, it's about a beachhead. Tonight’s battle is the most crucial strategic step in our master plan thus far. Tonight, with a decisive victory from SlowMo, we don't just gain gold, we gain control. We seize a vital artery of MAWL’s very existence! We embed ourselves so deeply that when MAWL is mentioned, for however long it continues to draw breath, so too shall be the Currency Cartel!

 

Keyser's voice rises again, filled with righteous fury and accomplishment.

 

Keyser Söze: Remember WCS? Remember DOC? Remember how they scoffed? How they underestimated our reach, our methods? We infiltrated, we corrupted, we conquered. And where are those once proud federations now? Reduced to… forgotten footnotes! ASHES! And planted firmly in those ashes, nourished by their failure, sits OUR FLAG!

 

The Cartel supporters roar again, a thunderous wave of sound affirming their conquests.

 

Keyser Söze: MAWL shall suffer the same ignominious fate! Chantarelle...

Keyser says the name with a mix of pity and contempt.

Keyser Söze: ...I will offer you this small courtesy. I applaud your resilience thus far. You have been a... spirited representative for the dying MAWL. You have served them well as their champion, carrying their tattered banner with misplaced pride. But I do not envy the crushing weight you carry tonight. You are the figurehead of a federation on life support, its pulse weakening with every victory we claim. No matter how desperately you fight, no matter how much heart you pour out, it will not be enough to stave off the inevitable.

 

Keyser gestures broadly, encompassing the loyalists before him.

 

Keyser Söze: Tonight, on that battlefield they call a ring, you are utterly alone, standing across from not just SlowMo, but an entire army. An ideology. A force of nature. You have no true home field advantage. Our agents have turned your own crowds against you. You hear those whispers of doubt? Those are our seeds taking root. You feel the eyes on your back in the locker room? That is the chilling realization dawning on your peers that resistance is futile. Sadly for you, Champion, you have no real support left.

 

Keyser leans forward again, his voice a low, venomous whisper.

 

Keyser Söze: So I want you to ask yourself something, Chantarelle, as you sit in your lonely room, waiting for your hollow entrance music to play. Is this really worth the sacrifice? Do you genuinely believe, deep in your soul, that you can stand in the middle of that ring, surrounded by hostility, drowned out by our chants, and overcome this? And even if by some fluke, some miracle you do survive tonight... what then? Another battle? Another impossible stand? Save yourself the pain. Save yourself the agony and the inevitable humiliation. Do not struggle against the tide. This conquest is something we have meticulously planned, patiently executed, for a very long time. Live to fight another day, perhaps in some lesser arena, and just... let... it... happen. I promise you, Chantarelle, this one night, this one title, is not worth ending your career, broken and forgotten. Just let this happen. Fade away, and perhaps find peace elsewhere. There will always be other championships, other banners to fight for... until, of course, we arrive there too. Like the sun rising, banishing the night... like the tide reclaiming the shore... We. Are. Inevitable!

 

Keyser raises a clenched fist.

 

Keyser Söze: Say it with me, my Cartel! Tonight, WE MARCH TO VICTORY! TONIGHT, WE CLAIM MAWL! TONIGHT... WE REIGN SUPREME!

 

He throws his head back, his voice booming.

 

Keyser Söze: HAIL! THE! CURRENCY! CARTEL!

 

The response is instantaneous and overwhelming. A unified, deafening roar of "HAIL! THE! CURRENCY! CARTEL!" shakes the very foundations of the building as the lights flare, capturing the scene of fanatical devotion and military might, ready to witness the next stage of their conquest.

 

 

Colin: I'll tell ya, I have no love for ZLI and that's been clear, but I wonder if the Currency Cartel wouldn't be just as bad in power.

 

 

Kendra: Well they've made no bones about where they draw their influence so yeah I think I'd have to agree with you.

 

 

Arvin: Well, like em or hate em, one of em is walking out with that belt around her waist. 

 

Colin: Do you think they'll actually acknowledge Wardy if SlowMo wins?

 

Arvin: Are you trying to sow discord?

 

Colin: No, I'm just noting there wasn't much mention of Wardy Chin in Keyser's speech. 

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Aries Title!

 

 

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 above her head..

 

 

Ash: First, the Challenger! 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 SlowMo, Tapoooooout!

 

 

Crystelle walks out with a microphone. The audience boos.

 

 

Crystelle: Shut up! SHUT UP! YOU listen to ME now. You think you're the greatest city in the world. You think that you're the greatest city in the greatest country in the greatest continent in the world. New York City hasn't been great since Derek Jeter retired. New York City hasn't seen true greatness in that long a time. Now I expect you to show some goddamn respect for true greatness. I am of course talking about the Top Shelf Superstar, the Nicest thing to come from Nice, France, a far superior country to this in every way. I am talking about the first ever Aries Champion, the harbinger of a new era...Chantarelle!

 

 

Chantarelle struts down the ramp and blows kisses at the crowd that is booing her.

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: And Chantarelle is feeling herself, mouthing off to the crowd and she should be paying attention, SlowMo from behind grabs her and spins her into the Fangs of Jeleva Delain!! And Chantarelle is tapping already! Welp, that was quick.

 

SlowMo Tapout wins by submission!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner and the NEW Aries Champion, SLOWMO TAPOUT!

 

Colin: And the entrances lasted longer than the match! SlowMo celebrating in the ring and-

 

 

Kendra: GENESIS JUST UNLOADED GENESIDES ON WARDY'S BOYS! AND WARDY GOES DOWN NEXT! GENESIS LAYS WASTE TO REFEREES DOWN BY THE RINGSIDE AND-

 

A hearse pulls onto the stage, and Daniel steps out.

 

 

Colin: Daniel driving a hearse into the arena! And he's going to the back and he's got a casket!

 

Daniel: "Trial by combat. The Destroyer can only be inherited through trial by combat..."

GENESIS: "NO!!! YOU"RE TRYING TO TRICK US!!!"

Colin: "What's happening? What did he say?"

Kendra: "Something about combat...?"

Daniel's panting, still try to regain his breath: "Yeah...I just remembered how The Destroyer was inherited to me through trial by combat from The Former...and I asks you to do the same..."

DESTROYER GENESIS screams. He rejects what Daniel's said but unable to resist.

Daniel: "You can only be the real Destroyer...if you can beat me, in the Destroyer's form! The BLACK HAND DESTROYER!"

The crowds are murmuring.

Daniel stretches his hand towards GENESIS: "Thus, I challenge you: A trial by combat for The Destroyer's power!!!"

The lights flickering, GENESIS screams louder as if something was ripped from him. The Destroyer's mask return to Daniel's hand, leaving GENESIS back to himself.

The crowds roars! They begin to chant: MADNESS! MADNESS! MADNESS!

Arvin: "Wha...what? How he did it?"

Kendra: "I think Daniel is still the official Destroyer after all...and he just calling back what's considered as his own right...the mask!"

Colin: "I see...and now GENESIS has to defeat Daniel in his Destroyer's form in order to gain the right to be the official next Destroyer!! This is indeed madness, folks!"

MADNESS! MADNESS! MADNESS!!

Daniel smirks faintly. His voice starts to doublen: "NOW...LET'S SETTLE THIS...IN 3 STAGES OF DEATH MATCH!!

The crowds blow up the roof!!

GENESIS stands, watching Daniel slowly put on his mask.
A purple pyro burst out from the 4th corner of turnbuckle!!

 

Colin: A three stages of death match basically comes down to a best of three, with a casket match, a last ride match, and if need be a buried alive match. Genesis charging down the ramp and a boxing combo to Daniel, Daniel throws one right back at him! We have a brawl on the ramp, Genesis locks up but can't hold on to the intensity that is the Dark Hand and Daniel absolutely decimating him with headbutts! Daniel picks him up over his head and a humongous chokeslam!! The power of the mask compels Daniel! Genesis gets tossed off the ramp via Guerilla Press!! Daniel hammer throws him into side of the stage!

 

Arvin: This is absolute madness and I love it. Good on Daniel for reconnecting with the power of the mask. 

 

Kendra: I think this one is basically going to be a quick and dirty match like our last two, as Daniel is making quick work of Genesis. Daniel with a spike piledriver! Daniel gets Genesis up by his collar and high above his head...carrying him up the ramp and FACE FIRST INTO THE CASKET! DANIEL SLAMS THE LID!

 

Daniel gets the first fall!

 

Kendra: Daniel makes this look easy! He lifts the casket up with one hand and TOSSES IT INTO THE BACK OF THE HEARSE! DOOR SLAMMED! DANIEL GETS INTO THE DRIVER'S SEAT AND DRIVES TOWARDS THE DOOR! The ref is going to count it!

 

Daniel gets the second fall and wins!

 

Ash: Here is your winner, D-

 

Arvin: Oh come on now!

 

 

Colin: Omega X confronting Daniel! Omega getting into a big argument...if you remember, Omega agreed to help Daniel win their match earlier only on the condition that Daniel destroy the mask, and Daniel clearly has decided not to hold up his end, Omega gets a side punch and it loosens the mask a little, Omega pulls the mask off and throws it in the Hearse! Daniel getting in his face and OMEGA WITH A PEDIGREE TO DANIEL! OMEGA THROWS DANIEL IN THE HEARSE!

 

Kendra: If you look at the camera, Omega's last words to Daniel were "Trial By Combat."

 

Arvin: Omega X just completed a stage of hell! And out he goes, we can follow on the monitor as he speeds to the gravesite, POWERBOMB DANIEL INTO THE HOLE! He's got the shovel, he looks at it and goes right for the excavator! 

 

Colin: Omega IS FILLING THE DIRT! Omega technically just won a Trial By Combat! And he gets back in the Hearse...Genesis is still in the coffin!!

 

Wait...where are they...

 

he pulls up at the Seaport and into the Hudson...

 

OMEGA JUST PUT THE CASKET ON A SHIP AT THE SEAPORT! GENESIS IS ABOUT TO BE TAKEN GOD KNOWS WHERE! And Omega throws the Mask into the Hudson!

 

Arvin: He won the trial by combat, that power could have been his! 

 

Kendra: Two matches remain including our Main Event the Taxiderby! But first, we check in backstage as WildFire is preparing for his big title match.

 

 

Music is playing in the background. "Ddddd dancing Queeeeeeen "

 

 

WildFire is dancing with his Wife and kids in a room back stage. Suddenly there is a loud knocking on the door.

 

 

 WildFire :"Be there in a minute."

 

More knocking louder than before.

 

WildFire :"Hey just a minute ok !!"

 

The knocking gets louder, much louder.

 

WildFire : "Alright, alright, "

 

The Music stops and WildFire turns to his Wife and Kids.

 

WildFire :"Sorry, " points at the door " That's my que."

 

His daughter runs up to him

 

"Daddy, Daddy , you going to fight ?"

 

WildFire :"Yes Jaina, Daddy is going to fight."

 

Jaina :"Badder Woof?"

 

Jacen : " Balor Wolf" he says quietly.

 

Jaina :"For the Maniac Title?"

 

Jacen : "Mania Title."

 

WildFire : "Yes Daddy is going to fight Balor Wolfe for the Mania Title."

 

Jacen sticks his tongue out at Jaina; WildFire gives his kids a hug and kisses his wife whispering something in her ear. The knocking is loud enough now it sounds like the door could break. WildFire heads towards the door. Jaina runs up to her father

 

"Daddy, Daddy !!"

 

WildFire pauses in the act of opening the door

 

"Yes?"

 

Jaina : "KICK HIS FACE IN !!!!"

 

 

The door swings open nearly hitting the interviewer as he stands frozen in the act of once again knocking on the door. There is that moment of akward silence as apparently the interviewer heard what Jaina said to her Father. WildFire shoos the Interviewer away from the door closing it behind him before heading down the hall towards the ring ,the interviewer in tow.

 

WildFire shakes his head "Dude did you like go to University to learn how to be a jerk or are you just naturally gifted?"

 

Interviewer : Uhhhhh..."

 

WildFire :"Well we know it wasn't speaking and stuff..."

 

Interviewer :"Uhhh..."

 

WildFire :"Uhh dude Words... like those things everybody knows.. put a few together... make a sentence... "

 

Interviewer gulp nervously :"Uhh you're not going to kick me in the face right?"

 

WildFire shakes his gead exasperatedly : Dude she's like 3 and she meant BADDER WOOF, I mean Balor Wolfe.."

 

Interviewer :"So you didn't hear about Pdiddy and 50 Cent"

 

WildFire : What?" He shakes his head "We are talking about my match with Balor Wolfe for the Mania title, not some wannabes doing stuff nobody cares about!"

 

Interviewer : " But..."

 

WildFire sighs shaking his head : "Dude you suck, get another job, maybe something like a circus clown or professional time waster, something for your super limited talents and abillities."

 

Interviewer " But..."

 

WildFire : "Anyway, we're here .. rings just over there."

 

WildFire points "So you can make like the Missing Link and disapear into History now ..."

 

WildFire :"Hmm needs some work... Anyway make like a tree and leaf !!"

 

WildFire heads out to the ring.

 

 

Arvin: Someone should teach that kid some manners.

 

 

Colin: Are you in any position to be commenting on parenting? Didn't you just finish high school?

 

Arvin: I have my Master's in-

 

Colin: No one cares.

 

Arvin: When I tried to greet them earlier, she kicked me in the shins.

 

 

Kendra: So she's a good judge of character.

 

 

WildFire rolls into the ring with a microphone.

 

 

(WildFire is standing in the ring waiting for Balor Wolfe.

He pulls out his cellphone and checks it.)

 

WildFire:
"Well, hey according to this... someone is late to the party."

 

(He looks around, scanning the stage.)

 

WildFire:
"Yo, Balor? Dude? Wolf Puppy, where you at?"

 

(He pockets the phone and starts pacing, then rolls out of the ring, stalking around the ringside area, glancing under the ring, even checking near the commentary desk.)

 

WildFire:
"Hey, anybody seen Balor Wolfe? Maniac Champion? Yea tall—"

(He raises one hand high.)

"Yea big—"
(Holds his arms out wide.)
"Uhhh... Wolfie Demony Dude… champion guy..."

 

The lights drop. Silence. Then....BOOM

 

 

Ash:
"Ladies and gentlemen… the MAWL Mania Champion… BALOR WOLFE!"

 

 

[Balor Wolfe walks out, title slung over his shoulder like it was born there. His platinum blonde hair spills around his mask. Eros walks beside him, serene and untouchable.]

 

[WildFire freezes in place at ringside, turning toward the ramp.]

 

Balor (mic in hand, strolling halfway down the ramp):
"WildFire…
You out here lookin’ like a man who lost his glasses and found a mirror instead."

 

[Crowd: “OOOOHHHH!” followed by laughter, boos, and “TOES UP!” chants.]

 

Balor:
"You roll out here with your phone like I’m late. Nah.
I am the main event — you’re just the pre-show that forgot its cue."

 

[Balor climbs up onto the apron, locking eyes with WildFire.]

 

Balor (as he steps inside):
"And that win last week? You strutted like you earned something.
Let’s keep it real — you didn’t win. Diddy did.
You just hung around long enough to steal his thunder."

 

WildFire (getting heated):
"Big talk, little dog. But talk is cheap—just like your mom.
At least I don’t need a crash test stooge holding my leash."
(He points sharply at Eros.)
"All that barking? That’s insecurity, Puppy.
Main event? Yesterday’s news.
Tonight, the only thing you headline… is the obituary of your hype."
(He steps closer.)
"And it starts in…
5…
4…
3...

WildFire sucker punches Balor off the apron. He turns to the crowd but Balor hands the title to Eros who holds it like a war banner then clears the rope and faceplants him with a bulldog. Balor picks up the mic.

 

Balor (stepping to the fallen WildFire, low and slow):
"I’m from Sydney, born and bred. But my roots?
They’re Irish.
So let me give you a little diddy."

 

Balor:
"You wouldn’t even be in this match without him.
So your dog jokes? They don’t land.
Because deep down…
you know exactly how this ends."

 

(He leans in close, the grin turning cruel.)

 

Balor:
"Just like last week—
Looking at the lights.
Toes pointing to your god.
Hearing my name… as the winner."

 

(The crowd roars. Balor lowers the mic, cool as a shadow. He turns, heading to the ropes. WildFire starts to climb to his feet.)

 

Balor (stepping on the apron):
"I can wait for my main event spotlight...
Can you, curtain jerker?"

 

[WildFire steps toward him, fists clenched—but Eros, eyes sharp, immediately warns Balor.]

 

Eros:
"Balor. Look out!"

 

[WildFire spins, pure murder in his eyes. But before anything can ignite, Eros grabs Balor’s arm and steers him away.]

[Balor hesitates just long enough to flash WildFire one last cocky smirk, then rolls out of the ring.]

 

As he backs up the ramp, just loud enough for WildFire to hear — not the mic, not the crowd — Balor mutters with venom-laced calm:
"Enjoy the warmth of my light...
You aren’t going to feel it again after tonight."

 

[WildFire seethes in the ring, chest heaving, eyes burning as the crowd buzzes and the champion starts to head to the back...only to bump into Elisa Mae He, carrying a new energy of power in her.]

 

 

Elisa Mae: Ducking your title match, are we? Now I know that y'all had a little chat with Leila Blake and higher ups that made you think you could go carte blanche and do what you want but as the General Manager I have the run of what happens on the floor. 

 

Colin: Wait, she dropped the Acting?

 

Kendra: And the accent. Okay girlboss. 

 

Elisa Mae: Now, I heard y'all loud and clear that you "don't understand Yee-Haw" so let's drop the folksy shit once and for all and speak in a way you understand. Get. Back In. The FUCKING. Ring. I don't get censor cat because I'm the goddamn boss, but I can get a spray bottle if it'll help.

 

Arvin: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little turned on by Elisa's change in tone.

 

Colin: I'd be lying if I said I wanted to know that.

 

Elisa Mae: And this is a message to all of you backstage. No more cutesy traipsy nonsense. No sugar, all fire. It's a new day and Elisa Mae don't play.

 

Kendra: And Balor looks like he may want to snap her but Alastor is out here, and he and Eros are leading Balor back to the ring.

 

 

Kendra: You can feel the heat rising. Elisa Mae is making fast enemies of Radio Silence. 

 

Colin: And here we go with our last title defense of the night! It's just this and Taxiderby to go! 

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Mania Title!

 

The contender, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, WildFire!

 

And the champion! From Sydney, Australia... weighing in at 230 pounds...
HE IS THE MAWL MANIA CHAMPION…
THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS... BALOR WOLFE!!

 

Colin McRae: “And here we go, folks! The MAWL Mania Championship is on the line—Balor Wolfe defending against the walking inferno himself, WildFire!”

 

Kendra Mavis: “You can feel the weight of this one, Colin. These two are about to throw the kitchen sink at each other.”

 

Arvin Wallace: “And I love it already. WildFire’s been foaming for this chance. You just know he's walking out with gold.”

 

Colin: “Maybe, but Balor Wolfe isn't here to pass the torch—OH! HUGE Belly-to-Back Suplex by the champion!”

 

[The ring shakes as WildFire bounces off the mat, landing hard. He rolls onto a knee, staring up at Wolfe as the crowd buzzes.]

 

Kendra: “He got folded! WildFire’s eyes are wide—he wasn’t expecting that!”

 

[Balor grins and flexes, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he throws both arms up toward the crowd.]

 

Colin: “Balor Wolfe taunting the challenger early! A little ‘welcome to my level,’ and the crowd’s loving it!”

 

Alastor (commentary): “Confidence in the champion. Confidence earned through pain. That’s what I taught him.”

 

Arvin: “And WildFire’s about to return the favor—he’s not gonna let that fly.”

 

[WildFire launches back up with a roar, charging into a collar-and-elbow. The two men struggle, jostling for position—then WildFire lands a hard elbow to the side of Balor’s neck.]

 

Colin: “Back elbow from WildFire! And a second! Balor staggers—BIG Snap Powerslam from WildFire! Hooks the leg—”

 

[Ref slides in.]

 

Ref: “ONE—!”

 

Kendra: “Kick out at one! Balor’s still got too much gas in the tank.”

 

Arvin: “Yeah, but look at WildFire’s face—he wants to make this personal.”

 

[Both men scramble to their feet—Balor hits a forearm. WildFire returns fire. Another from Balor. Another from WildFire.]

 

Colin: “They’re trading BOMBS now! Forearm for forearm—neither man backing down!”

 

[Balor ducks the next shot—comes back with a stiff Lariat that staggers WildFire! WildFire stumbles back into the ropes—rebounds—clobbers Balor with a Rolling Elbow!]

 

Kendra: “WHOA! That Rolling Elbow hit flush!”

 

Colin: “Balor Wolfe is dazed—and WildFire connects with a Spinning Neckbreaker! Wolfe down again—Wild hooks the leg!”

 

Ref: “ONE—TWO—!”

 

Colin: “NO! Shoulder up at two!”

 

Alastor: “He’s only just begun.”

 

[WildFire smirks, runs the ropes—goes for a jumping knee—Balor sidesteps! WildFire crashes! Wolfe grabs him—High Angle Back Suplex! Then right into a Snap German Suplex!]

 

Colin: “WOW! That’s two in a row for Balor Wolfe! The Champion is rolling now!”

 

[The crowd is on their feet. WildFire struggles up—Balor catches him with a huge Uranage Slam!]

 

Kendra: “THREE! That’s three in a row! WildFire’s in trouble!”

 

[Balor yells out, grabs WildFire for a fourth—goes for a Lights Out knee strike—]

 

Colin: “Could be the fourth—OH! WildFire rakes the eyes!! The ref didn’t see it!”

 

Arvin: “That’s veteran instincts, baby! You don’t win championships playing fair!”

 

Kendra: “Oh come on! That was cheap and you know it!”

 

[Balor stumbles, blinded—WildFire seizes the moment—charges—and BLASTS Balor over the top rope with a thunderous Clothesline!]

 

Colin: “WOLFE GOES FLYING! WildFire sends the Champion to the floor!!”

 

[The crowd rains down boos. WildFire walks to the ropes, leans over, and soaks it all in with arms wide.]

 

Arvin: “Drink it in, baby! That’s what a future champion looks like!”

 

Kendra: “He just took a shortcut! He had to!”

 

[WildFire turns to the outside, eyes locked on Eros. He points at him, jawing from inside the ring.]

 

WildFire (yelling): “You see that? That your BOY getting DROPPED, pretty boy?! Maybe I’ll take you next!”

 

Colin: “Oh no—WildFire’s got eyes on Eros now.”

 

[Eros steps closer, jaw tight, fists clenched—but he doesn’t act. Yet.]

 

Alastor (calmly, from commentary): “He should learn when to hold his tongue.”

 

Colin: “Alastor... you okay?”

 

Alastor: “I am always okay, Colin. But he—he’s testing my patience.”

 

[In the ring, WildFire grins and paces like a predator, the ref starting the count on the outside as Balor Wolfe stirs.]

 

Ref: “One! Two! Three!”

 

Arvin: "Balor gets wrecked on the barricade!"

 

Ref: "Four! Five!"

 

Colin McRae: “We’re up to a count of six now—Balor Wolfe trying to pull himself up on the barricade after that hellacious clothesline!”

 

Ref: “Seven!”

 

[WildFire leans over the ropes again, pointing down at Wolfe, shouting more at Eros.]

 

WildFire: “That’s your CHAMPION? This guy? This is who you’re betting on?!”

 

Kendra Mavis: “Oh, enough already! Just wrestle the match!”

 

Arvin Wallace: “He is wrestling, Kendra. Wrestling smarter, not harder.”

 

Ref: “Eight!”

 

[Wolfe finally slides under the bottom rope. WildFire doesn’t wait—he pounces, stomping the back of Balor’s neck, driving him into the mat.]

 

Colin: “WildFire back on him instantly. The challenger is relentless.”

 

[WildFire drags Wolfe up—hard Irish whip into the corner, then charges and lands a running knee to the gut! Wolfe stumbles out—WildFire lifts—Backbreaker into a Russian Leg Sweep!]

 

Colin: “That’s the Knock Down Dragout! Pin attempt!”

 

Ref: “One! Two—!”

 

Kendra: “Balor kicks out again, but he is struggling.”

 

Arvin: “WildFire’s breaking him down piece by piece. He’s a lion playing with his food.”

 

[WildFire rises, circling like a vulture. He kneels beside Wolfe, grabbing his face.]

 

WildFire (to Eros): “Is this the part where you cry for him? Huh?! Tell your little boyfriend to QUIT!”

 

[Eros steps forward at ringside, jaw clenched. He doesn’t speak—yet. WildFire leans down, fish-hooks Balor’s mouth before slamming an elbow across Wolfe’s face.]

 

Colin: “Oh come on! That’s just disrespectful!”

 

Kendra: “He's not even trying to hide the cheap shots now!”

 

Alastor (coldly): “Let him bark. All dogs do before they bleed.”

 

[WildFire hauls Wolfe up—goes for another suplex—Balor blocks! The crowd starts to rally. Balor hits a body shot! Then another! A spinning backfist! Then lifts WildFire—Snap Brainbuster!]

 

Colin: “BALOR’S ALIVE!! Brainbuster by the Champion!”

 

Kendra: “There’s your hope spot, Colin—he needs to capitalize NOW!”

 

[Both men are down. The ref begins counting. The crowd claps in rhythm with Balor's rise.]

 

Ref: “One! Two! Three!”

 

Colin: “WildFire is up to his knees... but Balor’s up too! BIG clothesline by Wolfe!”

 

[WildFire pops up—eats a back elbow! Then a spinning heel kick!]

 

Colin: “Balor’s FIRING OFF!”

 

[The crowd roars as Balor runs the ropes—he ducks a wild swing and rebounds—BUT—]

 

Kendra: “OH COME ON!!”

 

[WildFire grabs the ref by the shirt and yanks him into the way just enough—then lands a Mule Kick low blow right into Balor Wolfe’s abdomen! Wolfe collapses clutching his midsection as the crowd unleashes thunderous boos.]

 

Colin: “The ref didn’t see it! That mule kick was as blatant as sin!”

 

Arvin: “It’s only cheating if you get caught!”

 

Kendra: “He USED the ref as a shield!”

 

[Eros SLAMS his hands on the apron, jumping up, shouting furiously.]

 

Eros (yelling): “HEY! HEY! You think you’re clever, you rat bastard?!”

 

Colin: “And here comes Eros! Eros is FURIOUS!”

 

[The ref immediately turns to Eros, trying to calm him down—arms extended.]

 

Ref: “Get off the apron! Get down! I’ve got this!”

 

[Meanwhile, WildFire smirks, seizing the opportunity—he pulls Balor up and hits a brutal Short-arm Lariat! Then another! Then digs the tip of his elbow into Balor’s throat against the mat while the ref’s back is turned.]

 

Colin: “He’s choking him! He’s choking the champion while the ref’s busy with Eros!”

 

Arvin: “He said he’d Bleed’em, Submit’em, Pin’em. Nobody said ‘by the book.’”

 

Alastor (voice calm but low): “He should not have involved Eros. That was... a mistake.”

 

[In the ring, WildFire lets go just as the ref turns back. He throws his hands up innocently, strutting in a slow circle before turning and blowing a kiss at Eros.]

 

WildFire (mocking): “Wanna come tuck him in? He’s lookin’ tired!”

 

[Eros is fuming now, pacing along the apron, biting his tongue.]

 

Kendra: “WildFire’s pushing every button he can find—Eros is about to snap!”

 

Colin: “And Balor Wolfe might not survive long enough to capitalize... if something doesn’t change soon.”

 

Colin McRae: “WildFire, still in control—Balor’s been struggling to mount any real offense since that mule kick earlier. And WildFire’s not letting up.”

 

Kendra Mavis: “He’s playing games now. And that could cost him.”

 

[In the ring, WildFire smirks as he hauls Balor up and nails a neckbreaker, taking time after the move to brush imaginary dust from his shoulder.]

 

WildFire (to the crowd): “This is WRESTLING, BABY! Take NOTES!”

 

[He struts to the ropes, then casually climbs to the top turnbuckle, drawing loud boos from the crowd.]

 

Colin: “WildFire going high-risk—cocky as ever.”

 

Arvin Wallace: “That’s not cocky, Colin. That’s confidence. That’s legacy.”

 

Kendra: “He better pray it’s not overconfidence.”

 

[WildFire stands on the top rope, arms wide, soaking in the jeers. Then—he leaps for a double axe handle...]

 

Colin: “WildFire from the top—CAUGHT! OH!! SPINEBUSTER! BALOR WOLFE JUST DROVE HIM THROUGH THE MAT!”

 

[The entire ring shakes as WildFire bounces off the canvas. Balor stays on his knees, clutching his ribs, breathing heavy—but his eyes burn with rage.]

 

Alastor (low, pleased): “There it is... the fire behind the mask.”

 

[The crowd begins rallying behind Balor as he pulls himself up with a snarl. WildFire is reeling, trying to stand—only for Wolfe to slam a lariat across his chest, knocking him flat! The crowd pops!]

 

Colin: “Balor Wolfe is coming back to life! And now he’s bringing the hurt!”

 

[WildFire stumbles up again—back elbow from Balor! Then a stiff European uppercut! Then another clothesline that flips WildFire over himself before crashing down.]

 

Kendra: “Balor is unloading! This is pent-up rage from all the trash talk, the low blows—everything!”

 

Arvin: “He’s gotta keep it together. If he gets reckless—he’s handing WildFire another opening.”

 

[WildFire crawls toward the ropes—Balor grabs him by the arm to drag him back—WildFire spins—GOES FOR ANOTHER MULE KICK—BUT—]

 

Colin: “NO! Wolfe caught it! Wolfe CAUGHT the leg!”

 

[The crowd explodes as Balor snarls and, with a surge of fury, lifts WildFire high—and launches him into the air with a belly-to-back suplex! WildFire sails halfway across the ring before crashing down hard on his upper back and neck.]

 

Kendra: “GOOD NIGHT! WildFire just bounced! That was a rocket of a suplex!”

 

Alastor (darkly amused): “Now who’s bleeding for the crowd?”

 

[Balor storms across the ring, breathing heavy, fury radiating off him. He reaches for WildFire again—but Wild jabs a thumb to the eye before yanking Balor face-first into the exposed steel of the top turnbuckle!]

 

Colin: “AH COME ON! Another cheap shot! Thumb to the eye—and now into the turnbuckle!”

 

Arvin Wallace: “Ring awareness! That’s what greatness looks like!”

 

Kendra: “It looks like cheating, Arvin!”

 

[Balor stumbles back—WildFire grabs the tights and rolls him up in a flash—planting his feet up on the second rope for leverage!]

 

Colin: “NO! He’s going for the steal—HE’S GOT THE ROPES!!”

 

Ref: “One! Two—WAIT!”

 

[The ref stops the count at 2.5, catching the feet on the ropes mid-count. The crowd roars as the ref waves it off and points to WildFire.]

 

Ref: “NO! NO! OFF THE ROPES!”

 

[WildFire pops up, throwing his hands up, protesting innocently.]

 

WildFire: “What?! I—I slipped!”

 

Colin: “He’s arguing with the ref, but he got caught red-handed!”

 

Kendra: “That’s karma, baby!”

 

Arvin Wallace: “That’s poor officiating. She’s ruining a classic!”

 

[The referee steps toward WildFire, giving him a stern warning, jabbing a finger in his chest. WildFire throws his arms up, clearly annoyed.]

 

WildFire (to ref): “You wanna be the main character now? Huh?!”

 

[Meanwhile, Balor Wolfe is recovering near the ropes—eyes locked on WildFire now. The crowd is on their feet sensing the tide’s shifting.]

 

Colin: “This match is still anyone’s game, but WildFire’s games are catching up with him!”

 

Alastor (quietly): “The reckoning... always comes.”

 

Colin McRae: “Both men are battered—but WildFire’s still got something left! He just needs one big shot to put Balor away!”

 

[WildFire fires off a snap DDT that spikes Balor’s head into the mat. He kips up, still favoring his back, then drags Balor up again—this time lifting him for a Falcon Arrow right in the center of the ring.]

 

Kendra Mavis: “That’s two big moves in a row! Wolfe might be done!”

 

Arvin Wallace: “Line him up, Wild! You know what time it is!”

 

[WildFire throws his arms wide with a sick grin and crouches low, setting Balor up for the Deathroll Pin—the crowd rising to their feet, sensing the end.]

 

Colin: “He’s going for the Deathroll Pin—he hits this and it’s over—WAIT!!”

 

[As WildFire lunges forward, Balor suddenly bursts out, flipping out of the pin attempt and rebounding off the ropes—before launching forward with a Heart of the Wolfe spear that cuts Wild in half!]

 

Kendra: “HE SPLIT HIM IN TWO! HEART OF THE WOLFE!!”

 

[WildFire crumples. Balor, on one knee, breathing heavy, rises slowly. Power practically crackles off his body. He walks to the corner, leans against the ropes—and strikes the pose for his Lights Out finish.]

 

Crowd: “LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!”

 

Colin: “He’s tuning it up—Lights Out is coming—”

 

🎶 “COUNTRY GIRL (SHAKE IT FOR ME)” blares through the speakers. 🎶

 

 

[The crowd groans and boos instantly.]

 

Colin: “Wait—what the hell?!”

 

[Elisa Mae He struts out onto the stage, chewing gum with a giant grin, cowboy hat cocked sideways, holding a mic. She raises it slowly with that exaggerated drawl.]

 

Elisa Mae: “Yooooooooooweeeeeee Y'all! Shugalumpkin Bumpkins I'm here with a sidewindah more surprisin' than findin' a scorpion in yer grits YESSIREE"

 

Kendra: Wait, that's not Elisa Mae...

 

 

Leila does a square dance as the music continues and the crowd is eating it up. Even Balor and WiLdFire smirk a little. Until-

 

 

Elisa: Am I a joke to you?

 

Leila: I mean... clearly. I mean, come on Elisa, you came out here cosplaying the boss, with the tough attitude and the cigar and all that, so I figured that one of us had to play the aw shucks dance-for-the-people deputy. It's no secret you're after my job but you're playing your hand too quick. 

 

Elisa: Well, I got another trick up my sleeves for you. This one-on-one match is dull and lifeless, so let's spice it up especially since this man shoulda been champ months ago. Oh Cuuuurtis.

 

🎶 “I GET MONEY” hits HARD. Pyro explodes. Dollar signs flash across the tron. 🎶

 

 

Colin: You GOTTA be kidding me!

 

 

[50 CENT—hulking in his bulletproof vest, chains glinting, jeans sagging—sprints out of the tunnel like a man on a mission, eyes locked DEAD on Balor Wolfe.]

 

Kendra: “50 is CHARGING the ring! He’s not wasting a second!”

 

[Balor’s eyes go wide for a split second—but then Alastor stands from the commentary desk, calmly removes his headset, and walks toward the ring.]

 

Alastor (calling out): “Balor... roll out. Now.”

 

[Balor doesn’t even hesitate. He drops under the bottom rope to the outside just as 50 Cent dives into the ring like a missile.]

 

Colin: “BALOR GOT OUT JUST IN TIME! 50 nearly took his head off!”

 

[50 hits the ropes with a full head of steam but pulls up when he sees Balor and Alastor on the floor, regrouping. Balor’s clearly shaken but keeping composure. The two begin quietly but quickly strategizing.]

 

Kendra: “That’s years of trust. You saw Balor roll the moment Alastor said the word. These two are dialed in.”

 

Arvin Wallace: “Yeah well, trust ain’t gonna stop 50 Cent. He’s furious!”

 

[Back in the ring, WildFire pulls himself up using the ropes, dazed—only to turn around and walk right into 50’s glare.]

 

50 Cent (furious): “This was MY match, you punkass!”

 

[Then—BAM! 50 blasts Wild with a clothesline that flips him. WildFire scrambles up again—only to eat a spinebuster so hard the ring shudders.]

 

Colin: “OH MAN—50 IS UNLOADING ON WILDFIRE!”

 

Kendra: “He’s been pissed since Balor laid him out weeks ago—he doesn’t care who he’s gotta go through now!”

 

[As WildFire writhes in pain, 50 throws off his chain and stalks toward the ropes, eyes locked on Balor outside the ring, silently daring him to come back in.]

 

Colin: “This match has been thrown into chaos! The champ is on the outside, Alastor’s guiding him, and 50 Cent just wrecked WildFire—and we’re STILL under triple threat rules!”

 

Alastor (to Balor, calmly): “The game just changed. So now... we change it with it.”

 

[Inside the ring, WildFire is barely pulling himself up in the corner, clutching his ribs. 50 Cent paces, shouting down at him with fury.]

 

50 Cent: “You cost me this! THIS WAS MINE!”

 

[But from behind—Balor Wolfe slides back into the ring, eyes laser-focused. The crowd begins to buzz.]

 

Colin McRae: “Balor’s back in—and 50 has NO idea!”

 

**[Balor walks slowly, the tension thick in the air. Just as he nears, WildFire, still on the mat, suddenly throws an arm out—LOW BLOW to 50 Cent!]

 

Kendra Mavis: “OH! Right in the New York City pride!”

 

[50 stumbles forward, hands to his groin—and Balor snatches him up from behind, delivering a huge belly-to-back suplex that LAUNCHES 50 across the ring, spine-first into the corner turnbuckles.]

 

Crowd: “OHHHHH!”

 

Arvin Wallace: “50 just got flung like rent money on the first!”

 

[50 slumps, stunned. Balor and WildFire both pause, locking eyes across the ring. There’s tension—but then, a silent nod. A truce. For now.]

 

Colin: “Look at that... the enemy of my enemy... is just tonight’s tag partner.”

 

[WildFire grabs 50 by the neck and hauls him up for a snap jab combo, each strike snapping his head back. He spins into a discus punch—WHAM!—and 50 reels right into Balor, who scoops him up into a gutwrench powerbomb!]

 

Kendra: “They’re picking him apart!”

 

[WildFire follows up with a springboard elbow drop, then rolls away as Balor drops a stiff knee to the face. 50 groans in agony, trying to crawl toward the ropes.]

 

Colin: “This is smart—wear down the biggest threat in the match!”

 

[WildFire lifts 50 and whips him into Balor, who cracks him with a running lariat. The crowd is roaring at the pace.]

[But then—it happens.]

 

**[Balor turns to call the next move, and **WildFire grabs him from behind—and chucks him through the ropes to the outside!]

 

Kendra: “The truce is OVER!”

 

Arvin: “You knew it was coming!”

 

[WildFire stumbles toward 50 and throws himself over for a quick pin—]

 

1...
2—

 

Colin: “NO! Not like this—wait—ref stops! BALOR’S BACK!”

 

[Balor yanks WildFire out from under the bottom rope by the legs, dragging him hard to the floor. Wild lands awkwardly and pops up into a right hand from the champ. They start trading stiff shots, fists flying.]

 

Crowd: “BOO! YAY! BOO! YAY!”

 

[Wild swings wild—Balor ducks—catches him with a European uppercut. WildFire answers back with a knee to the gut. The brawl spills around ringside.]

 

Colin: “It’s breaking down! These two can’t help themselves!”

 

[In the ring, 50 Cent finally recovers—clutching his ribs but spotting both enemies on the outside brawling. He stumbles up to the top rope.]

 

Kendra: “Wait—50’s climbing the top?!”

 

[The crowd stands—phones out. 50 gets to his feet on the top rope, steadies himself... and LEAPS with a massive diving crossbody to the outside—WIPING OUT BALOR AND WILDFIRE!!]

 

Crowd: “HOLY S---! HOLY S---!”

Crowd (chanting): “THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

 

Colin: “ALL THREE MEN ARE DOWN! 50 Cent just flew like a man POSSESSED!”

 

Arvin: “I TOLD YOU! You push 50 too far, and he turns into a goddamn WRECKING BALL!”

 

[Eros looks on from the corner, stunned. The ref checks on all three men as they writhe in pain, bodies sprawled across the floor outside.]

 

Kendra: “No disqualifications. No countouts. One pinfall to end it. And no one’s backing down.”

 

[All three competitors lie wrecked outside the ring, but slowly, deliberately—50 Cent begins to stir first. He pulls himself up on the barricade, bruised but burning with rage.]

 

Colin McRae: “50 Cent is rising... but he’s not looking at WildFire... not at Balor... he’s staring straight at—Alastor?!”

 

[Alastor, still stoic beside the announce table, locks eyes with him.]

 

50 Cent: (stepping toward him, snarling)
“You think this is funny?! This YOUR plan, huh? You’re the reason I ain’t champ yet!”

 

[Alastor doesn’t move. His smile is calm. Serene. Dangerous.]

 

Arvin Wallace: “Bad move, 50... that’s not just some manager. That’s a problem.”

 

[50 gets closer, chest to chest, barking threats—but Alastor doesn’t flinch. It’s only when 50 turns and starts pointing and yelling at Eros, who’s kneeling beside Balor trying to check on him—]

 

Colin: “Hey! Hey, don’t go after Eros—he’s not even in this match!”

 

[Suddenly, a long shadow snakes forward from Alastor’s feet, stretching across the floor like black ink—and then SNAP—a spectral shadow arm lashes out, slamming 50 Cent into the steel ring steps with a loud CRASH! The crowd gasps.]

 

Kendra Mavis: “OH MY GOD! Alastor just unleashed hell!”

 

[The crowd erupts. Alastor lowers his arm slowly, the shadows pulling back into his frame like smoke.]

 

Crowd: “HOLY S---! HOLY S---!”

 

[WildFire, seeing this while dragging Balor up, laughs loudly at 50’s pain.]

 

WildFire: “THAT’S what you get, fake tough guy!”

 

[Wild sneers and slams Balor back-first across the ringside barricade, the steel groaning under the impact.]

 

Colin: “Balor just got folded like a lawn chair!”

 

[Eros rushes over, trying to check on his partner—only for WildFire to shove him back and grab him by the collar, snarling inches from his face.]

 

WildFire: “You want in this too, pretty boy?! Huh?!”

 

[But before he can say another word—two more shadow arms explode out from behind Alastor. One seizes WildFire by the shoulder, the other by the leg—SLAMMING HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE RING POST with a brutal thud.]

 

Arvin: “Somebody better check Wild’s dental insurance after that!”

 

**[Alastor doesn’t blink. The arms retract like snakes, only to reappear again—this time lifting both 50 Cent and WildFire, semi-conscious, and tossing them like ragdolls back into the ring.]

 

Colin: “This is unreal! Alastor just manhandled two grown men like they were nothing!”

 

[Alastor walks calmly toward Eros and the fallen Balor. He kneels, brushing his coat as he checks on both—protective, quiet, calculating.]

 

Kendra: “You can feel it now. The Radio Demon’s done watching.”

 

[Inside the ring, 50 and WildFire are both down—but pushing up slowly, groaning. They lock eyes while still on their knees.]

 

Colin: “No friends left now. Just two enemies still breathing.”

 

[They both rear back—and start trading wild fists on their knees, rocking each other with everything they’ve got left.]

 

Crowd: “YAY! BOO! YAY! BOO!”

 

[The camera zooms in on their exhausted, furious faces—sweat flying, eyes wide, fists flying, the ring shaking beneath them.]

 

[The crowd is unglued, roaring as 50 Cent and WildFire brawl on their knees, throwing bombs. 50 snarls, grabs WildFire by the arm, and yanks him into a brutal Last Ride Powerbomb—shaking the ring. He immediately transitions, pulling his chain out from his boot and cracks it across Wild’s skull before planting him with a nasty spike DDT combo.]

 

Colin McRae: “That’s it! That’s the chain-and-DDT combo! 50’s about to win the title!”

 

[50 hooks WildFire’s leg deep. The ref drops down—]

 

Ref: “ONE!... TWO!... THR—”

 

[BOOM! Balor Wolfe flies in from the apron and breaks the pin with a springboard leg drop to the back of 50’s neck!]

 

Kendra Mavis: “HE BROKE IT UP! BALOR JUST SAVED HIS TITLE!”

 

[All three men are down—but Wolfe rolls over, sweat flying from his hair as he pulls himself up on the ropes. 50 stirs. He rises. The two men lock eyes, a silent fire burning.]

 

Arvin Wallace: “Two alphas. One prize. Let’s go.”

 

[50 and Balor get chest-to-chest. The tension is electric. Then—BAM! A forearm from Balor. SMACK! A slap from 50. They trade shots, rapid fire, the crowd on their feet.]

 

Colin: “These two are just unloading!”

 

[50 backs up and suddenly charges, going for his spear after running the ropes three times—but Balor times it perfectly, catching him mid-run.]

 

Kendra: “WAIT FOR IT—”

 

[Balor lifts 50 and spins him like a cyclone—then drives him face-first into the mat with the Olympian’s Judgment!]

 

Arvin: “OLYMPIAN’S JUDGMENT!! 50 IS OUT!”

 

[Balor drops to his knees, grabbing the leg—about to go for the pin—when he sees WildFire perched on the top rope, launching off with a wild-eyed diving splash aimed at both of them.]

 

Colin: “WildFire off the top—NO—!”

 

[At the last second, Balor springs up, catching Wild mid-air and turning it into a flawless Divine Fall—a leaping cutter from nowhere. But this time—THEY LAND RIGHT ON TOP OF 50! The whole ring shakes.]

 

Kendra: “DIVINE FALL—AND HE LANDED ON 50! TWO BODIES CRUSHING THE THIRD!”

 

[The crowd is going berserk. Balor sits up slowly, winded—but he smirks, a slow, cocky grin spreading across his face. He turns and locks eyes with Alastor at ringside. Alastor gives him one firm nod.]

 

Arvin: “That nod... you know what it means.”

 

[Balor grabs WildFire by the wrist and leg—dragging him over 50 Cent, positioning their bodies so both men’s shoulders are flat on the mat. Balor crawls over and stack pins them both, leaning hard with his full weight.]

 

Ref:
“ONE!...”
Crowd chanting: “ONE!”
“TWO!...”
Crowd: “TWO!”
“THREE!!”

 

[The bell rings as the crowd erupts.]

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Balor Wolfe wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ring Announcer:
“Here is your winner... and STILL! MAWL Mania Champion… The Champion of the gods! BALOR WOLFE!!”

 

 

[“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” by The Offspring blares through the arena, the crowd on their feet as confetti flutters and lights flash. Balor Wolfe remains on one knee for a moment, breathing heavy. He slowly gets to his feet, leaning against the ropes, a cocky-but-exhausted grin etched across his face.]

 

[Alastor steps into the ring, ever composed, hands clasped behind his back. A moment later, Eros slides in under the ropes—carrying the MAWL Mania Championship. His eyes go right to Balor.]

 

[The referee grabs Balor’s wrist and raises his arm—but Balor winces, clutching at his ribs. Eros steps forward, gently brushing the ref aside.]

 

Kendra Mavis (on commentary):
“You can see it—Balor’s hurting, but he did it. And now, the ones who stood by him the whole time are helping carry the moment.”

 

[Eros smiles, kisses Balor gently on the cheek, then carefully wraps the MAWL Championship around Balor’s waist. Once it's secure, he raises Balor’s arm high with pride. The two walk slowly toward the hard cam, championship glinting in the lights.]

 

Colin McRae:
“That's the look of a champion—and a family forged in fire.”

 

[Alastor lingers behind them, motioning to a nearby ringside camera operator. The cameraman hesitates, then moves in close as Alastor crouches down and leans directly into the lens, his red eyes glowing faintly.]

 

Alastor (calmly, with a grin):
“Nice try, Miss Mae Hee... but no hick is going to outsmart the Radio Demon.”

 

[He flashes a toothy grin, then suddenly—the arena goes pitch black. The music cuts, lights vanish, and for a beat there’s only the roar of the crowd.]

 

Arvin Wallace:
“Oh, what now—?!”

 

[When the lights come back on—Balor Wolfe, Eros, and Alastor are gone. In the center of the ring, where they once stood, there’s only an old, vintage radio. It lets out a faint hiss and a soft, eerie tune plays for a second before crackling out.]

 

Colin McRae:
“Where the hell did they go?!”

 

[Still in the ring, 50 Cent and WildFire are just coming to. They sit in opposite corners, both battered, furious, and confused. After a moment of groggy realization, they lock eyes and begin shouting across the ring.]

 

50 Cent:
“You cost me the match, you dollar-store Deadpool wannabe!”

 

WildFire:
“Me?! You big dumb chain-swingin’ sellout! You got caught slippin’!”

 

[They stagger up, walking toward the center, still yelling, until words turn to fists—they start brawling again! Referees and agents rush the ring, diving between them to separate the chaos.]

 

Kendra Mavis:
“This ain’t over. Not by a long shot.”

 

[The camera captures WildFire trying to push past two officials to lunge at 50, who’s throwing off a producer trying to restrain him. The vintage radio still rests at center ring as the fight continues.]

 

Colin McRae:
“They said MAWL TAXIDERBY 2025 was going to change everything—and it did. The Radio Demon reigns... and the war rages on.”

 

[We fade out as the last image is of 50 and WildFire being pulled apart, both yelling at each other as the camera lingers on the MAWL logo.]

 

Colin (VO): 

MAWL Madness is moving to Mondays! Can't wait to see you there! 

 

Back in the arena, a briefcase lowers into the ring.