Int. Colin's House

 

Colin and his husband Trev are watching a movie. At least Trev is watching. Colin seems...concerned. Rabbit holing.

 

 

Trev: Babe. You're missing the big clim... you okay?

 

Colin: No. Yes. Sorry. I... sheepish can we rewind?

 

Trev: I'll do you one better. Let's pause, and you tell me what's going on.

 

Colin: I... I think I may have been wrong about something.

 

Trev: As rare as that is, does it beggar this level of... oh this is MAWL stuff. Hon, don't torture yourself with this. 

 

Colin: I know. I shouldn't. It's better I'm out. Right? But...something still feels off.

 

Trev peers over at the laptop.

 

Trev: This is that match, right? Oh wait.

 

Trev takes the laptop and pauses the video. He zooms in.

 

Trev: This here. This is weirdly keyed.

 

Trev starts typing with increasing speed then sends the video by email to his own computer. Soon both are looking at it. Trev begins typing furiously and clicking around and his eyes go wide.

 

Colin: You see something?

 

Trev: Yeah, this footage has been messed with and it looks like they did a pretty amateur job. Check this out.

 

After some technical clicking that would probably go over all our heads, Colin peers over at Trev's screen and his eyes also go wide.

 

Colin: Pinoy was r-

 

JANUARY 26, 2026
HELSINKI, FINLAND

HELSINKI OLYMPIC STADIUM

 

 

"Cha Cha Cha" plays in Helsinki Stadium as the fireworks go off. 

 

 

Simon (OC): The apex. The zenith. The top of the mountain. We started with 96 competitors from more than 5 federations, and tonight the remaining 32 come for the most intensely fought W2 to date. One walks out with the trophy and a shot whenever they want - he, she, or they - at the Legacy Title any time they want. So, I have to ask this crowd. ARE YOU PREPARED?

 

The crowd starts to cheer. 

 

 

Simon: I SAID....ARE! YOU! PREPARED!!!!!

 

The crowd gets loud!

 

Simon: WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME TO THE FINAL DAY OF THE W2!! I am Simon Apple, and I am here with Jackson Creed and Kendra Mavis as we get this final day rolling. Let's talk about how this all shook out.

 

 

Kendra: Yeah. So quickly to remind everyone, the top 4 of each group go into the tournament. The 5th will get first rite of refusal for next year's Golden Group, and the 6th will get first rite of refusal for Silver next year. Let's start with the Earth Group.

 

 

Kendra: El Señor Pikachu shot out like a bat out of hell in his first three matches, and looked an early clinch, but Yuletide finally found the formula in Round 4 to ball the little man up, starting off an equal amount of losses and could not recover. PG-13 likewise had a 3 out of 4  win-loss and looked like she might have an easy road, but could only notch 1 win after that and fell straight out of favor, right past the Gold and Silver spots for next year into the bottom.

 

 

Jackson: And those two collapses, because let's be honest, that's what they were, led the way for Scott Razor to scrape back from a 1-2 Win Loss, and fight all the way to the bitter end, with it literally coming down to the last match, a slobberknocker match against Yuletide that was a do or die. And Scott did and just grabbed the 4th spot. 

 

Simon: Moving to the Air Group-

 

 

Simon: -there were two major stories here. One was a story of dominance. Chorker steamrolled the competition, taking Ls only from XEL and Lexxus OC-

 

Kendra: Neither of whom made it in-

 

Simon: But otherwise there was no question he was gonna be here today. Now the other side of the story, the over 500s that just absolutely deflated. Lexxus OC as we mentioned, Axel, JP Spears, and Gilberto J, literally no wins from him after day 5.

 

Jackson: But that's only part of the story with the over 500s, right? Aiko and Dedo found their groove after that and worked their way in, with Violet rounding the 4. 

 

Simon: Let's move to Water now. 

 

 

Kendra: Three major stories here. The first is, Wolfie who like Chorker only took two falls during the whole of the first round. One to Steve Thunder, and one to Tyler Hayes who is actually the second story here.

 

Jackson: That's right. Tyler got his first win then proceeded to careen off the road for the next 4 matches, but something clicked at exactly the right time and starting with the win against our third story.

 

Simon: Sophie Desire who took the opposite direction of Tyler. Sophie like Wolfie started with an impeccable record, and that loss to Tyler really seemed to throw her off. She did catch the win with Solemn Guardian but it was all downhill from there right until the end, where it went from an early favorite to clinch to a real do or die fight with Lucenza Rossi, just barely holding onto her spot. 

 

Kendra: And so we go from Water to Fire.

 

 

Jackson: Jassy held probably the best record of anyone, also with 9 wins but a tie in place of a loss.

 

Simon: Yeah, but that's a tainted tie, right? It came from an obvious alliance. It really read just like last year's W2 in that ZLI camp.

 

Kendra: Tribal Chief took the Sophie Slide as Pinoy Power Surge took him down on Day 6...man, Day 6 really was the turning point for a lot of them, wasn't it? But he was able to rescue himself as effectively and also held on to spot number 4.

 

Simon: Day 6 was surely chaos. But for the Platinum Group, the problems actually started a day earlier, when we learned the identity of the Godmother, the leader of the Garden, changing the whole dynamic. 

 

 

Kendra: That's right Simon, we thought that Mela Murder dropping her former partner Phoebe Black to give Rosalina Ramos a win was just partner on partner violence, but then Mela kissed the ring and Rosalina was revealed to be the mastermind behind the whole damn thing.

 

Simon: In retrospect, we should have seen it coming with the way she entered the W2, but hindsight and all that.

 

Jackson: Well, that was the turning point for Rosalina, who went from a spotty record to only clocking one loss from that day, and that was to Lynx who JUST squeezed his place in a do or die match on Day 11, besting his erstwhile rival Rade and copping his spot in the Final, which means that Rade will miss the final tournament for the first time in 4 years. 

 

Kendra: It's been a hell of a downfall for the once monster who's lost a little bit of his threat since moving more in the tag division. I thought when Rena started with him that it would be a good fit, but I'm starting to wonder. 

 

Simon: Lynx and Rosalina will be joining Damian Blackheart and Good Dude Greg Arias in the tournament from the Platinum group. 

 

Jackson: Damian one of the few Replacement fighters to do well, but probably the best replacement story comes in the Bronze Group.

 

 

Jackson: In fact I'd even say two of the best, as both Robertos Michael and Malcri had to step in, Robertos Michael on Day 2 for Oliver Goodman and Malcri for Magnus on Day 4. Meanwhile, Alysa Liu stepped into a spot with 2 wins and a tie from Schmetterling and following two wins of her own crashed and burned. 

 

Simon: Schmetterling was truly unfortunate as he had to leave due to injury but was potentially en route to be the first to win 2 in a row. The other story here is there is some controversy between Jared Scythe and Stonefist, as they ended the ranking with the same amount of points and no distinguishing Tiebreaker as they tied in their match together. 

 

Jackson: Some are questioning the decision and DA Jones.

 

Kendra: Yeah, a lot o' y'all are bein' racist about that and I need you to stop. The decision was handed down per DA as Jared won his last match and Stonefist lost his. That's it, that's all. No erasure happening.

 

Jackson: Right. Well. One thing that's less controversial but no less surprising is Zora Luthor. 

 

Simon: She stole her way to the finals last year but couldn't get it done against Schmetterling in the final match, but this year she's at the bottom of the barrel, leading many to ask if her in-ring days are behind her and she now needs to stick to managing ZLI. And I gotta be honest, it's a fair set of questions. 

 

Kendra: I think you're trippin but let's move on, we got 2 more groups to get through and people don't wanna hear analysis, they want matches. So let's talk about who's gettin that MONEY. 

 

 

Simon: We talked about Jassy having the best record, but I would actually give it to Matt Martigon, who also had the 9-1-1 but didn't get there because of a friend. He absolutely dogwalked this entire roster, the only person who actually beat him was Rox Starr, but that was on the last day and by then it meant not a whole lot of anything. 

 

Kendra: You just hate Jassy.

 

Simon: I was a supporter of hers in the Psycho days but yeah I'll admit some bias. And to play fair to some of the other groups, it's not like any faction really made out well in this group. It's been one year since Cassandra threw her title defense to join ZLI - it was on the final day of last year's W2 - and the promises of having an illustrious career have not materialized. At this point I think she's only staying for the penthouse, because it sure hasn't helped her career.

 

Jackson: But this group is proof positive that you really have to judge the event by its entirety and not predict anything too early. If we were going off the first 4 days, WildFire, Ivan Volkov, and Alpha Kyle Harris were 3-1 and Dante Rivera was 1-3. But WildFire barely made it to top 4 and Ivan and Harris are gonna have to come back next year. 

 

Kendra: Ivan and Harris are two different stories in of themselves, because Ivan's performance was fairly consistent in its inconsistency the whole way through, whereas Kyle Harris went 5-1 and seemed a lock, but his loss to Martigon kicked off a 4-match drought that sank his chances. At least he'll get to join the Silver Group next year if he wants so, lateral move.

 

Simon: And we had reported at the beginning of this W2 that he was debuting, and in doing so we completely forgot that he made an attempt at WildFire's title at Holiday Hellscape.

 

Kendra: It was such a quick match that I don't think it even registered. Our bad, Kyle.

 

Jackson: He truly is a Forgotten Brother. 

 

Simon: Well, WildFire surely didn't forget-

 

Cut to WildFire pacing angrily backstage.

 

 

Simon: -as he's slated to say something about Hellscape a little later. He's clearly the most agitated I've seen him. Usually a calm guy.

 

Kendra: He's just one of many people pulling double duty tonight because of this tournament. 

 

Jackson: To swing it back to Martigon, as the winner of the Silver Group he got the $10K and has a demi-case, which means he can challenge for a mid-level belt once at any point. But how does that play out when he's already the US Champ?

 

Simon: I mean, a number of ways. He could choose to hold it in case he drops the belt to get another swing at it, like what happened to take the belt off Rina at Hellscape. He could choose to go for a second belt, either with the US or after it. Talk in the locker room is that he has his eyes on the Eurasian Belt. 

 

Kendra: He can try it. I'd like to see him try it. But let's talk about the final group, the 25K, what everyone is looking towards.

 

 

Jackson: The Golden Group, perhaps unsurprisingly, had the closest race to the top. Shawn Harris went into this bragging that the money was as good as his, and he came very close. Shawn Harris, Def Jam, and Aja Lioness all ended with an 8-3 record, and the tiebreakers really came into play here. Harris beat Lioness; however, Def Jam beat them both.

 

Kendra: This means that not only does Def Jam win $25K, that's now TWO briefcases he has for title matches. That's... concerning. 

 

Simon: The tiebreak rule played completely into this group, as SM Heartbreaker claims his 4th seed by the tiebreak point against Will Corrigan. So Corrigan will be able to come back into the Golden Group next year, but his time in the tournament is done. 

 

Kendra: And the last one I wanna talk about is JCM Ace. JCM started with a 4-1, and it seemed like he was destined for greatness. But then his match with Shawn Harris turned that all around and started him on a 4-loss streak that cost him his spot. 

 

Jackson: Well, Ace will have a chance to get at least into the Four Corners if he can get one of the 5 best times in the Beat the Clock Event. That's coming up in a little bit, but we've got 2 matches before that, and we're gonna start off with a Title Match! Sending it down to Sheri Orleans. 

 

 

Sheri: The following trios contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is for the Trios Championship!

 

The lights flash out as clocks start to tick. Owls hoot and the crowd feels the chill.

 

 

Rena Terror steps out first, with a mic in her hand. The clock continues ticking almost as an extended play.

 

 

Rena: And the Carols quieted. And the gifts had been opened and returned. Yet, there are some who refuse to take down their tree. Some who refuse to acknowledge the cold and bitter of the winter, who wish to revel in songs that have surpassed their meaning, to stare at lights that have outlived their use. Is it some hope that a present will be left under the tree that they forgot? Is it some delusion to gird themselves against the truth, is it some fear of the coming year and all the destruction that awaits them? 

 

In the bitter end, the reason is rendered irrelevant. As you stare at your blinking lights with childish wonder, the pines fall from the trees. The wood dries. And that tree that has been feeding you joy and comfort becomes the kindling for your own undoing. In that fire, the last three faces you see, will be the Face that Breeds Terror... the Face that Draws Blood....

 

 

Rena: ... and the Face that Collects it.

 

 

Rena: There are no Ghosts of Christmas Past. You are the Ghosts of Christmas Future. We are the Ghosts of Christmas Present. WE. ARE. 

DAS VERDERBEN!

 

The three spit fountains of blood in the air as the synth kicks in and the music returns.

 

Simon: Das Verderben - translated into German as "The Ruin" - earned their shots at Holiday Hellscape in a Next Level Match and have been waiting for the turn of the month. You have to wonder if the mental preparation for this match also factored into Rade's performance during the W2, as he definitely was not operating at full capacity. 

 

Kendra: Well, they'll have to hope they can chalk it up to that, because the team is going to need Rade at full speed to pull these titles. Cinnaman should not be slept on, and Yuletide put on a hell of a showing even during the W2, proving Christmas Magic isn't just for Christmastime. 

 

 

The lights reflect the snowflake globe lights that show on houses. A sled leads out with Yuletide, Sugar Cooki, and Cinnaman riding on the back, holding up their titles and tossing bags of cinnamon sugar cookies into the crowd.

 

 

Sheri: And the CHAMPIONS! The team of Sugar Cooki, Cinnaman, and of course Yuletide, CHRISTMAS WORLD OR-

 

 

El Verdad pulls Sugar Cooki off the sled!!

 

Simon: Oh my God, oh my God, oh no, those two Az-holes have Sugar Cooki and DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ONTO THE RAMP! AND ANOTHER!! ELIOT HAS HER BY THE NECK AND LAUNCHES HER INTO A SPEAKER!!

 

Kendra: Here come the Medics and they're taking Sugar Cooki out on a stretcher. That's gonna put a damper on things.

 

Jackson: The fear was that Rade wasn't going to be at full force. But it looks like the champs are the ones coming in lack of full force.

 

 

Classic Jenny: Are you okay to continue?

 

Kendra: A thumbs up by Cinna and Yuletide. And we're for now going to have a two on three.

 

Simon: They'll hopefully get a third before the match is out, or some Christmas magic, but this is what's gonna happen for now I guess. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Jackson: Yuletide and Blood Drawn to start. Yule coming in hot and those quick fists, pulling Blood back in and a quick belly to belly. Blood Drawn back to his feet, Yuletide boots him backwards, Blood Drawn charges back in with a shoulder block and Yuletide goes rolling!

 

Simon: Yule steels himself, Blood coming for another shoulder tackle and drop toe hold by Yule good maneuvering there... Yule gets his hands around Blood's waist, German Suplex and Blood takes a brutal bump! But the impact even there, he's just able to roll it back to his feet, and catches Yuletide out with a Spinebuster! Ridin' the Red Tide!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Kendra: Yuletide kicks to his feet, out of the Tide on Tide violence of it and headlock to Blood Drawn, hooking the arm and Blood Drawn uses that to get momentum with the other arm, up into an atomic drop, getting Yule by the waist and tag into Rade...another atomic drop and Rade with an Iron Claw. Good teamwork there, Rade locking that in tight and Yuletide coming down to his knee...that's a huge hand to pull off your face but Yule making the damnedest effort towards a rope OH NO Rade swings him back towards the center, Yule making a concerted effort with gut punches and THAT will break the hold!

 

Jackson: What's interesting here is that Yuletide wasn't going towards the rope by his partner, he was going for a center rope. I don't think tagging even registered to him. 

 

Simon: Well no I mean you look at the size of Cinna versus the size of Yule, I wouldn't put Cinna in with this 7 foot 2 behemoth either, especially when it's 2 on 3 like this.

 

Kendra: But that means that Yule is gonna need to take on the two big men himself if he's saving Cinna for Rena. That's a numbers game that even Holiday Magic can't overcome. But a brutal battering ram headbutt to the midsection of Rade hobbles him over, Yuletide gets him in a headlock and we're gonna get some Clubbing Elbows!

 

Simon: Here come the PAIN-DEER!

 

Chanting along to the elbow strikes:

Crowd: DASHER! DANCER! PRANCER! VIXEN! COMET! CUPID! DONNER! BLITZEN! 

 

Jackson: And the wind-up punch coming right for the face....

 

Crowd: RUDOLPH! 

 

Kendra: Oh but it looks like that last one is gonna cause some hand pain for Yule! He tried a fist right in the center of a metal mask! 

 

Simon: The Red Nose Punch is catching him red-handed! Rade with the tiniest of stumbles but capitalizes and putting the squeeze on that hand now! Cinna reaching out for the tag, Yule isn't even considering it. He's fighting through the pain and pushing Rade the other way, and that punch with his free hand will jingle Rade's bells! 

 

Jackson: Back body drop and he's going to the top... we could be going for a Sleigh Ride right here and now...  Rena pulls the rope!

 

Simon: The Tide has turned.

 

Kendra: Boooo.

 

Jackson: Rade uses the time to pull himself up, gets Yule up, and Muscle Buster! Tag into Blood Drawn, Rade giving a huge lift to Blood Drawn and sends him down in a splash! Blood going for the pin-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! 

 

Simon: Cinna interrupts the count with a diving elbow!! Yule needs to stop being a hero and get out of there! Especially if he wants a shot at the Tournament later tonight. 

 

Kendra: Yule choosing Violence instead, hammerlock to Blood Drawn and trying to wear him down, Blood able to power back up and use Yule's exhaustion as a weapon here, Two-Handed Chokeslam! Going for the pin-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TW-

 

Jackson: Yule gets the shoulder up on his own volition, he's barely showing any strain. All that training he's been doing has steeled his resolve in pushing through, and he gets Blood in a body scissors! Blood barely seems bothered... pushing himself back to his feet... RUNNING SIDEWALK SLAM! Flips Yuletide on his stomach, going for the Hemorrhage Clutch! Cinna reaching out under the ropes to try to get the tag... Yule's hands bent too far back for him to reach, Cinna watching his partner fading, taking actions into his own hands, onto the apron, TOPE CON HILO INTO THE RING!

 

Kendra: That'll break it up. Rade reaching in and pulling Cinna out of the ring and just unloading punches into his ribs, Yule has Blood's arms hooked for a double underhook DDT... oh is he flapping the arms? Is this some sort of Turtledove? He drops him with it either way, up to the top again and he's calling for it. This is what I love about people calling their shots, it also signals it to the opponents, Rena shakes the ropes again. 

 

Simon: Yule tumbles down, Blood crawling over for the cover-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Jackson: He's not giving up! Cinna whipped right into the stairs by Rade, with enough force to separate the two pieces of the steps! 

 

Simon: Yuletide embodies the "I didn't hear no silver bells" spirit here, and pulling Blood Drawn to the turnbuckle, dragging him up with him up the chimney, up to the top... over the roof with a Superplex to the outside!!! 

 

Kendra: He just kinda... fell... into it.

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Jackson: Smart move taking him out of the ring, you can keep the belts with a double count out and a collapsed Blood Drawn is gonna be hard for Rena to lift him back in.

 

Classic Jenny: THREE! FOUR!

 

Simon: Rade heading over to handle it now.

 

Classic Jenny: FIVE! SIX!

 

Kendra: Cinna up the apron and taking a run... launches himself onto Rade's back!!! Gets Rade in a headlock, Yuletide starting to fight to his feet.

 

Classic Jenny: SEVEN! EIGHT!

 

Simon: Still don't know if he's gonna make it in time and-

 

 

Kendra: Pinoy Power Surge coming from the crowd! She's helping Yuletide into the ring... and tags his hand?!? PINOY IS THE THIRD!!! And she takes a run back and towards the ropes.... SUICIDE DIVE!!! The count restarts!!! Pinoy with some struggle lifts Blood Drawn onto the apron! She rolls him in and into a prawn roll!!!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Pinoy Power Surge pins Blood Drawn!

 

Sheri: Here are your winners... and-

 

Pinoy snatches the microphone from her hands.

 

Pinoy: NEEEEEEEEEEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS....

 

The crowd murmurs. Pinoy stands on the ropes with a sneer on her face.

 

Pinoy: Aw, did you think I won this for you two? 

 

 

El Verdad come out from the crowd! Eliot picks up Yuletide... Zac picks up Cinnaman... DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!!! Pinoy nods to them and they grab the Trios Championships. Into the ring they come, handing one of the belts to Pinoy., who sneers as the crowd boos.

 

 

Pinoy: Do I have your attention? Does EL VERDAD. HAVE. YOUR ATTENTION.

 

The crowd boos louder.

 

Pinoy: I begged. For MONTHS I begged. I begged you to listen to me. I begged the higher ups to listen to me. And everyone told me I was crazy. Everyone told me not to care. Everyone wanted to hide the truth. Except for my two compatriots here. 

 

The crowd chants: "You've gone cuckoo!" *Clap clap CLAP CLAP CLAP*

 

Pinoy: Shut up! SHUT UP! I HAVE THE FLOOR NOW! I AM SPEAKING AND I WILL NOT BE SILENCED ANYMORE!

 

Pinoy starts laughing. And it is becoming...disturbing. 

 

Pinoy: And having the floor could not have come at a better time. For you see, I received a very welcome email today from a man you all may know very well who, after months of refusing to listen to me, FINALLY understands what I'm talking about and has sent me INDISPUTABLE PROOF that-

 

 

DA Jones: Hold on, hold on, hold on. You're not showin' anything. First of all, you got some damn nerve pulling this stunt. Second of all, you "won" that as a member of CWO, so by my indication, CWO are still the champions.

 

Pinoy: Oh did I? Holding her chest dramatically Did I? Well, seeing as I'm one of the champs right now, as the most functioning member of "CWO", I'm issuing an open challenge. Squeaky Disney Princess voice Oh are you? Golly gee, I accept on behalf of El Verdad! We can do it RIGHT NOW! normal voice I accept. Tornado rules. 

 

Pinoy pretends to shake her own hand. She nods to Eliot and Zac, who go out to the ring and scoop Yuletide and Cinna before dropping them in the ring and covering them. Pinoy stares at the ref.

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Pinoy: Here are you winners, and NEW, TRUE Trios Champions... Zac Davis-East, Eliot Nestlemen, and me... once the naive bright and sparky Pinoy Power Surge, but truly, I am the purveyor of truth in this federation. I am the one who will bring this to light. I am the Whistleblower, or as we say in the Philippines, Tagapabalita. 

 

I'll break it up for you so your clearly asleep brains can get it.

 

I am hereafter known as Taga Pabalita. Rather than doing the lazy wrestling trope of being identified of where I'm from, I am here to show you who I actually am. And now that I am a champion you will learn who I am. You will learn who we are. And you will learn to know what we know. And you, DA Jones, can't stop us. 

 

DA: Try it. I'll strip you three of the titles and send you careening back to Gung Ho Wrestling. 

 

Taga: Why are you so afraid of the truth, DA? You weren't even in charge then. So why you scared? And honestly, if you send me back, you don't have any sway over me anymore. And I'll just go to Aztec Pro. Or to DCW. Or to 404 full-time. And we'll blow this story so wide that all confidence in MAWL will be lost. So, here is what's going to happen. You're going to certify this win. You're going to certify that Aztec is entitled to a briefcase. 

 

DA: I don't negotiate with terrorists. Certainly not ones who try to tout their Trios Titles as some big deal. 

 

Taga: Suit yourself. But a lot more pain will be wrought until we and our nexus Aztec are properly heard. 

 

Taga snaps her fingers and signals the other two to walk back.

 

Simon: The only good thing I guess is that for teaming with podcasters, she sure kept them quiet. 

 

Kendra: But I don't know why Only Aztecs In the Building suddenly thinks they're going to be taken any more seriously from injuring a baker and taking a championship from an International Treasure. 

 

 

Cut to backstage locker room, Aztec and Milo watching MAWL on a Television.

 

 

Aztec: 

"The truth has arrived."

 

 

Milo: 

"That sounded ominous."

 

Aztec: 

"It was meant to."

 

Milo: 

"I thought we were just watching the CWO Trios Champions match."

 

Aztec: 

"We were. Then Pinoy lost."

 

Milo: 

"And won."

 

Aztec: 

"That is not how losing works."

 

Milo: 

"In wrestling, it sometimes is."

 

Aztec: 

"Then wrestling is sick."

 

Milo: 

"That’s been statistically confirmed for years."

 

Aztec sits forward, eyes narrowed beneath the mask as the broadcast fades into static. Milo stands beside him, clutching his notes like they might protect him from whatever nonsense the wrestling multiverse has decided to cough up next.

 

Aztec: 

"El Verdad."

 

Milo: 

"The Truth."

 

Aztec: 

"Two redwoods with fists. Eliot Nestlemen and Zac Davis-East. They speak like mountains and fight like beasts."

 

Milo: 

"And apparently they are funded by Marvin Patel."

 

Aztec: 

"Pastel Postol."

 

Milo: 

"No."

 

Aztec: 

"Petey Pistol."

 

Milo: 

"Still no."

 

Aztec: 

"Marvin Patel."

 

Milo: 

"There it is. Took the scenic route, but we got there."

 

Aztec slowly shakes his head.

 

Aztec: 

"A waste of money."

 

Milo: 

"You do not even know their budget."

 

Aztec: 

"I know truth. Truth should not require investors."

 

Milo: 

"Most truths require sponsorship now. That’s capitalism. Humanity really swung for the fences and hit itself in the face."

 

Aztec: 

"El Verdad speaks loudly. But loud truth is often just a lie wearing boots."

 

Milo pauses, suddenly less amused.

 

Milo: 

"That was… actually kind of good."

 

Aztec: 

"I am ancient."

 

Milo: 

"You also called Marvin Patel ‘Pastel Postol’ thirty seconds ago."

 

Aztec reaches down beside his chair and pulls out a dark, writhing-looking sack marked with old symbols and something suspiciously snake-shaped shifting inside.

 

Milo’s smile dies instantly.

 

Milo: 

"No."

 

Aztec: 

"Yes."

 

Milo: 

"Absolutely not."

 

Aztec: 

"The Snake Sack has returned."

 

Milo: 

"We talked about this! No more sacks! Every time there is a sack, something gets cursed, swapped, stolen, or emotionally complicated."

 

Aztec: 

"This one is different."

 

Milo: 

"That is exactly what every haunted sack owner says before a referee disappears."

 

Aztec looks down at the sack as it twitches once.

 

Aztec: "The truth has arrived, Milo. And when truth arrives funded by fools, carried by giants, and born from a match where losing becomes victory…"

 

Milo: 

"Please don’t finish that sentence with the sack."

 

Aztec: 

"...one must bring snakes."

 

Milo: 

"I hate that this is wholesome for you.”

 

 

Simon: Snakes. Why's it always gotta be snakes. 

 

 

Jackson: So it sounds a bit like Aztec is less than thrilled with his representation, or at least the nature of its existence here. 

 

 

Kendra: I mean, possibly a bit for sure, but someone who has lasted beyond civilizations needs to understand how capitalism has grown and started to work, and that these spokesfolk wouldn't even have a chance to make it on the stage without a hand reaching out. So maybe, Aztec, you shouldn't be so judgy.

 

Jackson: You're looking to start a fight with Aztec?

 

Kendra: At this point I'm going to win a title here before he does.

 

Simon: You have learned nothing from Arvin's fight with Gozu. Anyway, let's get back into this card. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is an "I Quit" Match!

 

 

Boos shower on Zelda Gryphon as she makes a "CHI ETA" shout that very few echo onstage.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! Representing Chi Eta Sorority and XHW, from Galaxadi, Greece, the "Angel of Olympus", Zelda "Zephyr" Gryphon!

 

Zelda cups her hands around her mouth as she walks down the ramp, trying to start a "CHI ETA" chant.

 

Jackson: This is the first time since being lured from her former partner and giving up her wings that she's going to need to face the consequence of that decision face to face. And far from being worried, she looks... confident. Very assured.

 

Simon: Easy to be that confident when you know you've got a whole team ready to fight for you at a moment's notice. 

 

Zelda jogs up the steps and hops the ropes into the ring. 

 

Kendra: Zelda was lured, but she chose to go full-in. People saw this as a sort of Patty Hearst Stockholm Syndrome, but Zelda dove in headfirst.

 

 

The lights go out save for one spotlight that goes to the top of the arena, which lands on Angelica. Angelica's wings extend and her arms raise out.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent, Fallen from the Heavens, ANGELICA!!

 

Angelica descends into the ring. 

 

Jackson: It's the first time that the former Zephyr is seeing this from that vantage point, and I don't think she was prepared for the sheer awe of it. 

 

Zelda angrily yanks Angelica down before she fully descends and starts pounding on her. The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Zelda is showing Angelica the downside of having these big metal wings attached, and getting yanked down is already playing merry hell on Angelica's arms. Zelda playing to that strength and a surfboard variation pulling Angelica's arms all the way back. Angelica struggling to her feet, Zelda switching it up to a full nelson, Angelica struggling to power out of it again and realizing in real time that rope breaks aren't going to do much of much. 

 

Simon: Angelica switching up her techniques and powering to her feet, charging Zelda back into the turnbuckle, and back elbow to the ribs of Zelda! Irish whip Zelda across the pond, hits the diagonal corner, Angelica with the charge and Zelda leaps up to avoid! Angelica hits the pole! Zelda with a Deadly Night Shade! And just sitting on Angelica's back, pressing her face into the turnbuckle. 

 

Jackson: There's no 5 count here, there's no DQ, and Zelda's making full use of this, really now locking this in place wrapping her legs around Angelica's neck, Angelica flailing but refusing to give in, trying to regain use of her arms, grabbing at Zelda's legs and she has her hands pulling downward, smashes Zelda's face into the top turnbuckle.

 

Kendra: Angelica gets her up and into a sitout spinebuster! To the middle turnbuckle, diving forearm drop to the face. You can see the attempts at two different strategies here... Angelica is trying to keep a kinetic flow of fight going as she's blasting Zelda's face with intensifying forearms, where Zelda is an opportunist and finds the moments where she can manipulate and hurt and sneak in the right blow. 

 

Simon: Angelica can't give Zelda any of those opportunities. She scoops Zelda up and Samoan Drop. Taking the legs of Zelda, smart to have a little distance in that drag, to the corner and slingshot! Angelica rolling to the outside, grabbing Zelda's legs and we're gonna get some Bret Hart action here, Figure Four around the pole, Zelda flailing a bit and here comes the ref Lindy Tork to check in 

 

 

Lindy: Do you quit?

 

Zelda: No!

 

Kendra: Angelica tightens the hold and Zelda reaching for anything, gets her hands on the middle rope, PULLING HER WAIST BACK AND ANGELICA IS WISHBONED ON THE POLE! Zelda breaks free, quick hop up... Mushroom Stomps Angelica onto the steps!!! 

 

Jackson: She just wrecked her on the steps and that's gonna turn the tide of this match, Zelda to the apron and digging under the apron, she grabs a chair. I don't like what she has planned here... chair around the neck of Angelica, grabbing the legs of the chair, up and down! Slamming the chair into the steps and Angelica's neck with it! And another one! Up to the apron, and leaps down with a leg drop! 

 

Simon: The problem with this, is if you hurt the vocal box, you may risk her being able to say those two necessary words. 

 

Kendra: Somehow I think Zelda is fine exerting pain on her until she does. 

 

Jackson: But Lindy's going to check on her.

 

Lindy: Do you quit?

 

Angelica: No. 

 

Simon: Angelica trying to get the chair off her neck, Zelda back to the apron, Angelica frees herself in time, Zelda airballs on the steps, Angelica winding up with the chair, Zelda doesn't see it coming and WHAM! Angelica adapting deftly to the nature of the match.

 

Kendra: Zelda's bells are rung, Angelica pulls her up and we're going the long way... going past the apron taking her to the top turnbuckle, spinning sitout powerbomb from the top!! Truth Bomb right back onto the steps!!!! 

 

Lindy: Do you quit?

 

Zelda: No.

 

Jackson: It's going to take a whole lot more thrown at either of these women for them to acknowledge it's too far, and Angelica is going back under the apron to see what "too far" can be. 

 

Simon: Angelica finds a possible answer to the question, she's got a flamethrower!! Loading it up and-

 

 

Kendra: Sisterhood to the rescue!! The whole damn Sorority is charging down!! This is about to become a 10 on 1 absolute breakdown! 

 

 

Simon: HERE COME THE OTHER CAVALRY!! 

 

Kendra: Still 5 on 10, they're gonna need more than-

 

 

Simon: Def and Jared putting their feud aside for a moment, and charging the field, they're not even blinking... we've got a knockdown drag-out brawl down there and I can barely make heads or tails of who's down there... oh, but something is lowering? It appears to be a... cross? Not quite, more of an X....what the hell is happening, oh I see Angelica being passed along and some of those XH people are... fastening her to the X... I don't like this.

 

Zelda: What we're strapping you to? These are shock collars. 

 

The former Tinsel Towne, XTremely Hot, hold buttons and as the X starts rising up, they press them, emitting shocks that cause her to scream.

 

Angelica: I QUIT! I QUIT! 

 

Zelda Gryphon wins!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ZELDA GRYPHON!!!

 

Zelda is lifted up by Chi Eta. 

 

Kendra: Zelda Gryphon has chosen wisely in throwing in with Chi Eta over Angelica. 

 

DA Jones comes to the apron with a mic. 

 

 

DA Jones: This... was unacceptable. Chi Eta, XHW, the fact that you thought you could come up in here in MY show and do a 10 on 1 jump... hell no. HELL no. SO here's what's gonna happen. Heart Condition. Gauntlet survivor tag, XHW against The Ocean, Def Jam, Jared Scythe, X-Treme Society, Angelica, and 3 people yet to be determined. And since we're talking about Heart Condition... I'm gonna ratchet up the difficulty a little bit. I'm feelin' like y'all wanna make things more intense, let's dance.

 

Kendra: What... is happening now?

 

DA Jones: We got a few extra competitors in our Beat the Clock Challenge. That's gonna start right now, once all of you get out of my ring. Well, almost all. Victoria Scythe, Percy Cute, you're gonna start this off.

 

 

Sheri: The following is the Beat the Clock Challenge!! Our first two competitors: Victoria Scythe and Percy Cute!

 

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: And neither of these women were expecting to be part of this, but it looks like the Scythe and XHW fight is gonna propel the action even further here. Victoria going for the quick Queen Cutter but Percy lets her fly on her own, Victoria lands hard on her back, Percy gets her with a leg drop. 

 

Kendra: Victoria Scythe potentially still has a tag rumble later but she has to get through this first, Percy takes a run and big elbow drop. Percy takes a jump for a falling headbutt and Victoria sees her coming! Didn't quit while she was ahead, and her head eats it. 

 

Jackson: Percy kicks at her ankle quickly, and a second one with a little more force. Percy chops at the spot once more and to her feet, but Victoria snaps her right back down with a suplex and bridging pin-spin by Percy to reverse the pin-

 

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Kendra: Victoria back to her feet, OH DAMN A POWERBOMB TO PERCY CUTE. Gets her by the waist, Victoria with the gutwrench suplex, quick stomp to follow up and follows that with a rib kick.

 

Jackson: Victoria is all smiles outside the ring, but all business inside it. And we're crossing the first minute, Dragon Leg Screw with Monster force by Percy and Victoria lands on her knee roughly. Percy running back, going for the Chop Block OH and Victoria able to evade and kicks Percy in the back of the head. Leg sweep by Percy, Victoria rolls back and right up, deadlift German. Percy quickly back to his feet, charging Victoria into the corner!! Out to the Apron, up to the top and pulling Victoria up and I think we could well be getting.... the... Avalanche Backflip Fisherman Suplex!!! PERSECUTION COMPLEX!!! Going for the pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Simon: VICTORIA KICKS! Percy can't believe it!!

 

Kendra: I can't believe it!

 

Simon: Percy gets Victoria by the hair and runs her into the post. Victoria with a back kick to Percy's midsection pushing her away, but that only gives Percy a reach of her leg and slams her down! Victoria kips up and Pele Kick! Percy stumbles back, Victoria taking the run and going for the Springboard Moonsault and those Knees up by Percy! We are now 2 minutes in! Percy taking the run now, OH VICTORIA IS UP AND THERE'S THAT CATCH SPINEBUSTER! VICTORIA GOING FOR THE PIN AND PERCY REVERSES AGAIN! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Percy Cute wins in 2:17!

 

Percy Cute 2:17

 

Sheri: Your first winner, Percy Cute!

 

Jackson: Well, Percy... love her, hate her... she's set the standard. 2:17 is the first one on the board, so 5 people will have to beat that time to get Percy Cute away from Heart Condition.

 

Kendra: I get the sense that DA wanted to teach her a lesson, and that backfired on her greatly. The former Super Cool may have just been rewarded for her bad behavior. 

 

Simon: So who's next?

 

 

Kendra: LOOK WHO IT IS, IT'S COLE ST. PIERRE! OR, AS HE'S CALLED HERE AND NOW, COLE S.P.!

 

Simon: Ugh, I wondered what that smell was. Mara Vicious slaps the cigarette right out of his mouth, Cole responds with a short-arm lariat that absolutely flips her! Mara attempts a basement sweep, Cole jumps it and kicks her in the face. Mara rolls behind him, Low Blow and Poison Rana! 

 

Kendra: Cole doesn't stay down and Inverted Suplex! Going for a pin but Mara doesn't give him the one. 

 

Jackson: Mara hits a jumping bulldog! And a quick rough roll-up, but Cole returns the no count. Cole to his feet and a midsection punch! Mara doubles over, Cole with an axe kick! Cole gets to the top rope... and as we cross the minute mark, 450 Splash and going for a pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cole SP wins in 1:12!

 

Cole S.P. 1:12

Percy Cute 2:17

 

Sheri: Your second winner, Cole SP!

 

Simon: Cole did it in slightly more than half the time of Percy, and made a real good case for himself in this Beat the Clock Challenge.

 

Kendra: Mara Vicious should probably have done some more time in GHW.

 

Jackson: Probably. Let's see who comes through that door next.

 

 

Simon: The All-American American against the Indigenous Sellout Jingoistic American.

 

Jackson: JP runs right at Cheyenne and starts off with a neckbreaker. Wasting no time, follows up with a snap suplex. Cheyenne up, leaps over the Hit Stick, grabs his trunks and hair well that's rude...and a running Inverted Front Slam! Gold Rush!! Going for the pin-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Kendra: JP kicks, delaying the inevitable honestly. 

 

Simon: Maybe more than that, he blocks the chop and gets the headbutt, and another.  Cheyenne staggering a little bit back but Inverted Atomic Drop cuts JP's momentum off. Only for a second though, Belly to Belly gets JP right back in the game. Cheyenne trying for the low blow, JP catches her hand with his legs and that's gonna sting a bit. 

 

Kendra: You know everyone in the back saying "You can do that?"

 

Jackson: So she answers with a southpaw lariat. She's got one good hand and she's gonna use it, a stiff punch to Spears. 

 

Simon: Keeps the momentum going with a chop. Left the arm out a little too long and JP with an arm drag. Cheyenne digs into her tights but seems to come up empty handed as we pass the minute mark.

 

Jackson: The fist looks a little bigger to me, you don't see it?

 

Kendra: STIFF PUNCH to JP Spears and she goes for the pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Cheyenne wins in 1:12!

 

Cole S.P. 1:12

Cheyenne 1:12

Percy Cute 2:17

 

Sheri: Your third winner, Cheyenne!

 

Simon: Cheyenne ties Cole's spot and Percy's once unimpeachable time is looking a little less so.

 

Kendra: Welp, JP once again gets his spot blown up. He's his own worst enemy.

 

Jackson: This is going to cause people to try to ratchet up their efforts to get under that minute mark. 

 

 

Kendra: Tamara runs Randi over with a Spinebuster. Randi responds with a face punch, a couple more and a snap DDT. 

 

Simon: Tamara rolls back up, grabs Randi by the legs and giant swing. Oh, Randi's head hits the buckle! But she rolls back and pop up neckbreaker. And she goes full cheerleader mode pumping the crowd up!!

 

Jackson: Randi don't play to them, don't take your eyes off Tamara, oh no here she comes and she's got the dragon headlock in!! Up we go....and MODDDDDDY DHOOOOO!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Tamara Rivers wins in 0:45!

 

Tamara Rivers 0:45

Cole S.P. 1:12

Cheyenne 1:12

Percy Cute 2:17

 

Sheri: Your fourth winner, Tamara Rivers!!

 

Jackson: Ratcheting achieved.

 

Kendra: We're already up to our fifth fight, so whatever happens next is going to set the tone of what's to come. If the winner gets under 2:17 then 2:17 is going to be the gate for what comes after.

 

Simon: That's right Kendra. Which means this is the last match that is guaranteed not to go to time limit draw.

 

 

Kendra: Alfos right in with a chop, grabs Yancy by the throat and ONE BANG!!

 

Jackson: That could have been it, but Yancy rolls before Alfos can get the pin. 

 

Simon: Yancy A Yarburn was a local talent who'd stuck it out and has been rather impressive in house shows, but Alfos almost took him back to his jobbin' days right there. Alfos trying it again with the throat grab, Yancy gets his arm wrapped around Alfos and reverses into a Tornado DDT!! Going for a quick pin-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Kendra: Alfos reversing the pin!!

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Jackson: Yancy kicks. He doesn't want to be a footnote anymore, and surviving a One Bang is a good way to achieve that.

 

Kendra: Yancy with a whip NO! It's a Ripcord and I think we're getting the Hammerlock DDT! YES! YARSTICK!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Yancy A Yarburn wins in 0:41!

 

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

Tamara Rivers 0:45

Cole S.P. 1:12

Cheyenne 1:12

Percy Cute 2:17

 

Sheri: Your fifth winner, Yancy A. Yarburn!!

 

Jackson: Not only did he get under 2:17, he got the fastest time so far! A "local" no more!

 

Kendra: Percy Cute right now is on the bubble. A faster time than 2:17 means she's out, a slower time is a draw.

 

Simon: And that's liable to only get worse as others take these spots. 

 

 

Simon: Time to beat, 2:17.

 

Kendra: And the former romance cover model Rogelio starts in with an open-hand chop, leaves the hand out too long and Abdominal Stretch locked in!! 

 

Jackson: Submissions aren't necessarily the smartest moves when trying to beat a clock, Rogelio struggling in it but able to get enough control of his body to push them both back, back to belly lateral press pin! 

 

Jackson: ONE! TWO!

 

Simon: Wolf reverses it in the nick of time!!

 

Jackson: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Wolfgunblud wins in 0:30!

 

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

Tamara Rivers 0:45

Cole S.P. 1:12

Cheyenne 1:12

 

Sheri: Your next winner, Wolfgunblud!!

 

Jackson: Beats Yancy's time by 11 seconds. 

 

Kendra: Everyone in the back is freaking out now, as the fifth time just dropped a whole minute and change with that win.

 

Simon: Cheyenne will be pushed off before Cole, as she received that time second. So really 1:11 is going to be necessary to get on the board. 

 

 

Kendra: Pitta with a pair of bionic elbows to Eyan, Eyan pulls the arm and yanks Pitta up... we're goin' spinnin!!!

 

Simon: BIG BANG BADDDDA BOOOOM!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Big Eyan wins in 0:24!

 

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

Tamara Rivers 0:45

Cole S.P. 1:12

 

Sheri: Your next winner, Big Eyan!!

 

Simon: Everyone just continually stepping up to the challenge. 

 

Kendra: The 4th spot is under a minute, so should Cole slide off the line, this is just gonna get so much worse.

 

Jackson: I'm genuinely curious who will be the first ignoble pair to draw.

 

 

Kendra: Stephy leaping downward for an avalanche poison rana and a pin! 

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Jackson: JCM REVERSES!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

JCM Ace wins in 0:17!

 

JCM Ace 0:17

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

Tamara Rivers 0:45

 

Sheri: Your next winner, JCM Ace!!

 

Simon: We've officially gotten to the place where it's now going to be under a minute required. 

 

Kendra: Cole is out of the picture for this now.

 

Jackson: Everyone going for the quick win now. 

 

 

Simon: Winna with a belly to belly suplex! Quick run, and elbow drop! Stomp to keep it going, and a second, Ace Anarchy really in trouble. 

 

Jackson: Winna with a front slam, and Ace Anarchy seems further and further away from a victory, oh but he snaps up and Fisherman Suplex!! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Kendra: Winna kicks, this might be the first draw. She gets him up for the Babe Bomb... oh but two long and it's a draw. 

 

Simon: Doesn't stop her from dropping him.

 

Time limit draw.

 

JCM Ace 0:17

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

Tamara Rivers 0:45

 

Sheri: This has resulted in a time limited draw.

 

Jackson: I didn't think it'd be these two.

 

Kendra: There's likely to be more of this.

 

Simon: And so we move along.

 

 

Jackson: Urijah with a quick roll-up on Zugaikotsu but naturally a kick-up, a kip-up, and Urijah eats an enzuigiri. Zugaikotsu with an elevated Skull Crushing Finale, the Kotsu Krush, and going right for the pin!

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Kendra: Urijah with the shoulder up, scoop up and God's Fiery Smite!! That rolling burning hammer!! Zugai rolls away from the pin, Urijah kicks him. Zugai tries to kick him back, but caught in a Samoan Drop, going for the cover-no pin. The two see where the clock is, and shake hands as they know there's no shot.

 

Time limit draw.

 

JCM Ace 0:17

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

Tamara Rivers 0:45

 

Sheri: This has resulted in a time limited draw.

 

Jackson: That 45 second stop time is gonna be a hard wall to climb.

 

Simon: We have heavy hitters coming up though so if anyone can do it... 

 

Kendra: I guess we'll see, won't we. 

 

 

Simon: XEL jumping right in arms outstretched!! NOVA ASCENSION DOUBLE KNEE!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

XEL wins in 0:17!

 

JCM Ace 0:17

XEL 0:17

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

 

Sheri: Your next winner, XEL!

 

Kendra: Well great. All the women are knocked off now. 

 

Simon: Still a lot of em in the coming matches.

 

Jackson: And something else to note is XEL saved us from another title being smelted or thrown into the water or whatever Nero cooks up.

 

 

Simon: High Flyer jumping in and playing the same song as XEL, that Eclipse Stunner he calls Monotone!! Let's see if it plays the same way! Oh, Aggie immediately rolling to his feet, a little dazed but not pinnable. 

 

Kendra: Mono takes the run against the rope and shotgun dropkick! Aggie pushed back but shoots forward with a forearm shot to knock Mono on his back, and a cover attempt-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Jackson: Mono kicks out, and a spinning wheel kick. Mono to the top... and he's waiting to get the Monotone again, Aggie clearly taking his time to get up and burn out the clock... Monotone connects but it is too late!

 

Time limit draw.

 

JCM Ace 0:17

XEL 0:17

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

Yancy A. Yarburn 0:41

 

Sheri: This match ends in a time limit draw.

 

Kendra: Can't make lightning strike twice.

 

Simon: 41 seconds now is feeling more and more out of reach.

 

Jackson: Stranger things though. And we're halfway through the matches here.

 

 

Kendra: Lesnar with a right jab to Tragedeigh. Tragedeigh spins Lesnar around and Director's Cut!! Going for a pin, and Lesnar reverses...

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Lesnar wins in 0:17!

 

JCM Ace 0:17

XEL 0:17

Lesnar 0:17

Big Eyan 0:24

Wolfgunblud 0:30

 

Sheri: The next winner, Lesnar!

 

 

DA: Alright, alright... so here's the deal. At this rate, the matches are going to be 30 seconds at most. That's not gonna be interestin' to this crowd here. And it was informed to me that there are two tiebreakers from the previous days' Fatal Four Suits Gauntlets. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we are ending the Beat the Clock, which means that the 5 spots will go to JCM Ace, Big Eyan, Lesnar, Wolfgunblud, and XEL.

 

The remaining people will combine with the tiebreaker people into a Rumble. You know we love our Rumbles here. The person with the most eliminations and the winner will get those two spots.

 

 

Sheri: The following is our first Rumble of the night! The individuals who are randomly selected by one and two be prepared to enter! Every 90 seconds, a new individual will enter based on the number you are randomly assigned! HERE IS... NUMBER 1!

 

 

Through plumes of black smoke, Zymora walks onto the stage, hands behind her back and an evilly impish smirk.

 

 

Sheri: First, representing Estraga Corporation, from Staten Island, New York, ZYMORA!! 

 

Zymora saunters down the ramp, exuding mean girl energy. She rolls into the ring to continued boos.

 

Sheri: And now, the individual who drew number 2!

 

 

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

 

 

Sheri: From New York, New York, weighing in at 190 pounds...the most INTERESTING MAN in the WORLD... JAMES D!!

 

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

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Zymora with a quick chop to James D. James responds with a most devastating boot, Zymora tumbles over the ropes but just barely holds on. Springs back and James catches her out with a neckbreaker!

 

Jackson: And barely even paying attention as he stomps her, and another stomp right to her neck. Off the ropes, hits her with a running senton. Trying for another and Zymora hits him with a monkey flip, James goes flying and just barely misses going to the other side of the ropes. 

 

Simon: James scrambling to his feet, I think he might be setting himself up to get knocked out and Zymora clotheslines him, over the apron he goes, he keeps his footing and tries to drag her over but she holds tight. 

 

Kendra: He's not giving up though, and finally pulls her over.... running back.... blasts her with a D Stroyer Knee! She staggers and it looks like she might go over, one foot off the apron.... SHE'S STILL ABLE TO HOLD! But it's clearly for dear life!

 

Jackson: Zymora gets her footing, grabs James from the hair and runs him into the pole NO he blocks and smashes her head into it!

 

Simon: There's still the entire rest of the rumble to go and these two are absolutely going ham hock on each other. James smashes her head into the post again. 

 

Kendra: Zymora blocks the third smash and jawbreaker to James. And this is going to bring us to the first countdown!

 

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

 

3. KID KROSS

 

Simon: Zymora rolls into the ring, James not far behind. Kross scoops James up from the roll-in and Piledriver! Kicks him in the ribs right after.

 

Jackson: Kid Kross clearly has some lingering anger at James D that's at least a year long. 

 

Kendra: Zymora getting some of that smoke too, Kid drops her with a DDT. Zymora back to her feet and gives him a back suplex. 

 

Simon: She's a little close to the ropes though, James has it lined up and D STROYER KNEE!!! 

 

Jackson: Zymora hits the outside... but she lands on one foot, and crawls back onto the apron. STILL in this!!

 

Kendra: James is flabbergasted and turns around.... KROSS HITS HIM WITH THE DROPKICK! JAMES D IS OUTTA HERE!!!

 

James D is eliminated by Kid Kross! (1)

 

Jackson: Zymora springboards in and dropkick right back to Kross! Lifting Kross up... going for a Stalling Suplex and drops Kid Kross out OH BUT KROSS TUCKS HIS LEGS! HE'S STILL IN THIS!

 

Simon: Kross pops up and guillotines Zymora onto the rope, and we're gonna go into a Countdown.

 

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

 

4. KETA RUSH

 

Simon: Here comes Keta Rush!

 

Kendra: Oh great, more high horse. Taking a run at full speed, springboard off the ropes, triangulated dropkick sends Zymora spiraling over the ropes, lands on the apron, somehow still holding on!! Just barely, and she's clearly busted up. Keta charges her again, Zymora pulls the rope and Keta is out of the equation!!! Hell yeah!!

 

Keta Rush is eliminated by Zymora! (1)

 

Jackson: Kross not giving her the chance to get back in, running dropkick, knocks her off the apron and she's out NO!! SHE TUCKED HER FEET UP!!! SHE IS SURVIVING ALL ODDS!!

 

Simon: She rolls in, going for a rolling basement kick but Kross jumps it and kicks her on the landing. Kross getting frustrated, he gets her by the hair and launches her over the ropes!!! 

 

Zymora is eliminated by Kid Kross! (2)

 

Kendra: We've got about 55 seconds before-

 

The arena is buzzing—lights sweeping wildly over a packed crowd, noise rolling like a wave from section to section. Anticipation hangs thick in the air.

The camera pulls back… then slowly zooms toward the massive screen at the top of the ramp.

The lights slam to black.

The crowd reacts instantly.

Silence.

Then—

 

 

“Die Young” by Kesha hits.
Kesha - Die Young (Lyrics)

 

The screen stays pitch black.

Suddenly, neon colors ignite across the screen, sharp and electric, pulsing like a city at midnight as the lyrics flash into view.

 

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone

The neon flickers to the beat.

So while you're here in my arms

The crowd starts to move.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

The bass rattles the arena.

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa) we're gonna die young

The colors surge brighter.

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa) we're gonna die young (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa)

Hands rise in the crowd.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

The screen pulses faster.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Energy spikes.

Young hearts, out our minds, runnin' 'til we outta time

Quick cuts to the crowd—smiles, shouts, chaos.

Wild child's, lookin' good, livin' hard just like we should

The neon streaks across the screen.

Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (you know)

The beat hits harder.

That magic that we got nobody can touch (for sure)

The colors flare.

Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)

The arena roars.

Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side

The screen shakes subtly with the bass.

Like it's the last night of our lives (uh-huh)

Momentum builds.

We'll keep dancing 'til we die

The lights strobe.

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

The crowd is fully locked in.

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone

The neon dims, then surges.

So while you're here in my arms

A final swell of sound.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

The screen blazes.

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa) we're gonna die young

The music peaks.

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa) we're gonna die young (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-whoa)

Then—

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

The music cuts out.

The screen at the top of the ramp goes completely black.

A heartbeat.

Then one final phrase burns onto the screen in the same neon colors, bold and unmistakable.

TRUST US

 

The crowd picks back up.

 

Jackson: There's an eerie familiarity to these little tricks.

 

Kendra: And even the timekeepers were transfixed.

 

Simon: But we're getting that time count now.

 

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

 

5. ISHANI

 

Jackson: Kross trying not to be shaken by what just occurred, which is what I think is all of us.

 

Kendra: Able to shake it off by the time Ishani comes in, and right into a huracanrana!

 

Simon: Ishani quick to her feet, and headscissor takedown. 

 

Jackson: Keeping his head in the scissor, raising her legs up and a slam down!! She pulls up again, Kross plants his feet and gets her by the waist... wheelbarrow facebusters her right to the outside!! 

 

Kendra: Brutal to the face, but the legs remain in the air, and with an Olympic level Gymnast can handle it no problem. She gets the handstand going KROSS WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE TO KNOCK HER OVER BUT SHE HOLDS TIGHT!

 

Simon: He's trying it again, she pops up and tries to pull him over, no go. She's gonna do that with a handstand now... gets the legs around Kross's neck and PULLS HIM RIGHT OVER AND HE ROLLS, BUT ABLE TO TUCK HIS KNEES IN! Ishani rolls into the ring, Kross kips up and stays in as he gets to the apron... she hits a cartwheel and Pele kicks him before he can get into the ropes! 

 

Jackson: Kid Kross lands hard on his head, but importantly his feet are still in the air, KROSS KIPS UP AND BACK IN!

 

Kendra: Ishani ready for him and Spanish Fly! And here we go with the countdown clock...

 

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

 

6. PROPAGANDA

 

Simon: Ishani keeping the pressure on Kid with a moonsault! Kross kips up and backhand chop to Prop, but Ishani will not be denied and sleeper slam to Kid.

 

Kendra: Ishani WILL be denied, because Prop has Kross up and Exploder Suplex right to the outside!! KROSS SURVIVES AGAIN!

 

Jackson: Kid Kross rolls into the ring and lariat to Ishani. Picks her up, going for a suplex and Prop joins him.... NO! Ishani lands on her feet and donks their heads together. Kross gets up first, prepping Prop, and superkicks him over the ropes, Prop holds on tight and pulls Kross over... Kross runs him into the post and out of this match!!

 

Propaganda is eliminated by Kid Kross! (3)

 

Simon: Back to Kross and Ishani as she gets him with a series of knife-edge chops, and guillotine!! He drops down onto the apron and rolls back into the ring and away from danger. Back to his feet and a Samoan Drop to Ishani as we hit the countdown clock!

 

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

 

7. MIRRORBALL

 

Simon: It just got funky in here!!

 

Kendra: Kid Kross clearly not a fan of disco music, there's the springboard into a Kross Town Frown pushing her right over the edge, she barely holds on! He does it again, this time to Ishani, and this time he's successful!!

 

Ishani is eliminated by Kid Kross! (4)

 

Jackson: Kid Kross right now is an early favorite to get the most eliminations. Kid Kross looking to continue his dominance, piledriver to Mirrorball, scooping her up for a Samoan Drop!! Fist drop, then a knee drop to her head! That looked rough. He goes again, she moves her head out of the way, Kross lands her knee and Mirror has an opening for some offense for the first time! Lifting him up...running Inverted Atomic Drop and clothesline, KROSS IS OUTTA HERE!

 

Kid Kross is eliminated by Mirrorball! (1)

 

Simon: The disco ball is coming down, and Mirrorball is gonna give us a half minute Disco Break!

 

Her theme song plays for a bit, and a bit of shimmying and shaking takes us to the countdown!

 

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

 

8. LOTTIE AXO

 

Kendra: Mirrorball back body drops Lottie right from jump! She cleared that hair, that's impressive! 

 

Simon: Mirrorball taking a running leg drop. Lottie with a judo arm flip, and takes Mirrorball out of the equation!!

 

Mirrorball is eliminated by Lottie Axo! (1)

 

Jackson: Lottie got it done with a whole minute remaining.

 

Kendra: While we await number 9, let's run down some of what's to come. 

 

Simon: Pretty much all of Anti-System has a title to defend after having won them away from Marvin Patel's Waves of Pain. SM's got Physio Joker surrounded in a Lumberjack Title to defend his Inferno Title, which may give him a chance to get payback for Joker's win against him in his first showing here. Mansin will look to get his title back from Danielle Fishel after Holiday Hellscape, and of course there's the main reason for this whole thing, the tournament... we can go into that in detail more but we're about to get the countdown clock ringing in Number 9.

 

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

 

9. RED GHOST

 

Simon: This is the newer iteration of the Red Ghost, the one who used to hold the title I think is just fighting under his given name now. 

 

Jackson: Lottie doesn't care what version he is, she knees him right in the ribs. Red doubled over, Lottie picks him up for a Powerbomb and sends him over the edge but he just hits the apron and able to avoid sliding onto the floor.

 

Kendra: She goes over to finish the job but he's already up and pokes her in the eyes. She grabs his head and guillotine! He drops but still on the apron and rolls back in. She attempts to kick him back but only gets him a little bruised.

 

Simon: He's back to his feet and immediately eats a jumping roundhouse kick. She goes to lift him up, he punches at her, and a chop to her ribs as he fully rises to his feet. She goes for a punch, block and throat chop by Ghost! She gives it right back to him, and he responds by judo flipping her.

 

Kendra: Colin would always point out and I can't believe I'm agreeing with him that one of the worst things you can do is not retract your limbs fast enough after an attack, because you leave yourself open. That was the big mistake here and it might cost Lottie. 

 

Jackson: I don't think she's too worried about it as she lands quickly and arm wringer flip right over the ropes, Red scoots but lands on his feet, tries to pull Lottie over but she pushes him out successfully!! 

 

Red Ghost is eliminated by Lottie Axo! (2)

 

Simon: Kid Kross is right now leading the elimination count with 4, and if Lottie buckles down she can pass that. Still a large stretch of land to go.

 

Kendra: It would be a good bit of news for Lottie Axo, who was screwed out of the Endocytosis Match that she'd won in the White Elephant.

 

Jackson: Well, we're only a few seconds away from finding out who number 10 is and seeing if she can continue to build her momentum.

 

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

 

10. DXROYAL

 

Kendra: DX goes to leap in and Lottie catches him, quick drop into a spinebuster. Going for a fist drop, he rolls out of the way and she lands on her hand.

 

Jackson: Doesn't keep her down too long though, she rolls to her feet and Full Nelson Suplex to DX. DX back to his feet quickly and a chop, gets her up on his shoulder and going for the Samoan Drop, and down on her back she goes. Knocks her over the rope... KISS OF DEATH AND DOWN SHE GOES!

 

Lottie Axo is eliminated by DX Royal! (1)

 

Simon: And Lottie's run comes to a close.

 

Jackson: Kid Kross remains in the elimination count top spot, but we're only a quarter done. 

 

Kendra: And DX is here alone for the next 45 sec-

 

S1. MR. HAPPY

 

Simon: WHO THE HELL IS THIS!!

 

Jackson: Appears we have a surprise entrant! He's not on the list, but it looks like DA isn't too keen on giving people more rest after that video interruption.

 

Kendra: The big man comes lumbering after DX, DX ducks him easily and leg lariat sends the big man to the ground. Mr. Happy to his feet, holding onto the rope DX KICKS HIM OVER THE ROPES... KISS OF DEATH!!!

 

Mr. Happy is eliminated by DX Royal! (2)

 

Simon: Well, that was a pointless interruption. 

 

Mr. Happy throws a temper tantrum at the side... until DX's women start giving him attention. This begins to irritate DX as Mr. Happy dances with them. 

 

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

 

11. T. KRIP

Kendra: T. Krip takes advantage of DX's distraction, shoulder tackles him over the ropes and DX is outta here!

 

DX Royal is eliminated by T. Krip! (1)

 

Kendra: DX and Mr. Happy are going at it outside, Mr. Happy tackles DX Royal into the barricade and is just unloading on him! DX pulling at his mask and throwing fists. T. Krip rolls under the ropes - remember, you can only get eliminated going over the top rope - and reaching for tables but I'm sure we're gonna get more surp-

 

S2. SAD SACK MACK

 

Simon: That's just insulting.

 

Jackson: Krip just punts Sad Sack Mack, Sack bounces into the low turnbuckle and right back, and Krip kicks him again. Krip kicks him a third time but this time upward and spikes him right back down. T. Krip lifts Sad Sack up and throws him like a shot put right out of the ring! 

 

Sad Sack Mack is eliminated by T. Krip! (2)

 

Kendra: Still a minute before our next scheduled entrant, will they let T. Krip just ride this minute out or are we going to get another-

 

S3. MAD SACK JACK

 

Kendra: MAD SACK FROM THE TOP ROPE DROPKICK TO KRIP AND HE STUMBLES OUT... BUT HE SAVES HIMSELF JUST BARELY!!

 

Simon: He steps in and Mad Sack with a running headbutt to the side of his kneecap! Takes another run and dropkick to that kneecap, T. Krip stumbling and Mad Sack trying to lift up by the legs but only causes slightly more irritation. 

 

Jackson: His own irritation causes him to bite T. Krip in the leg! Krip stumbles, Mad Sack running and cannonball senton attack!! HE ACTUALLY KNOCKS T. KRIP OUT!!!

 

T. Krip is eliminated by Mad Sack Jack! (1)

 

Kendra: Only 15 seconds to go before the countdown, I don't think we're gonna get another person. 

 

Simon: I think you're probably right, and sure enough, Mad Sack is just staring at the entrance seeing no one come out there and growling at an empty doorway.

 

Jackson: I do wonder who else DA could possibly have up his sleeve, but I'm sure that T. Krip is pissed about losing to a little man. 

 

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

 

12. CODY COBALT

 

Simon: Mad Sack off the ropes, Cody steps into the ropes and there's that cannonball senton again, Cody wobbles at the ropes but barely manages to hold on.

 

Kendra: Mad Sack with a sweep kick, and manages a back body drop but to the center of the ring! That may have cost him and Cody grabs him, we're going back to the Olympics but this time it's more Hammer Throw!! Mad Sack holds on, Cody chases him and Mad Sack gets him with a huracanrana!!! 

 

Cody Cobalt is eliminated by Mad Sack Jack! (2)

 

Jackson: Little man's got a little too much time on his hands, that can only mean...

 

S4. CYBASTIAN CYAN

 

Simon: Cody's partner Cybastian coming to avenge Cody, boot to the face of Mad Sack. Picking Mad Sack up by the neck and chokeslams him out of the ring, but Mad Sack doesn't move past the apron and remains in this one, Cybastian attempts to kick him off the apron but no go.

 

Kendra: Mad Sack rolls in and Sebastian stomps his head! Picks him up, Goalie Kicks him right out of this match!

 

Mad Sack Jack is eliminated by Cybastian Cyan! (1)

 

Jackson: No one able to cross that 4 line by Kid Kross yet. We're only a little away from the next person. Cyan wasn't supposed to be here, but now that he is, let's see if he can succeed where his partner didn't.

 

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

 

13. SKYE BLUE

 

Kendra: Battle of the blues, and Skye coming right in with a dropkick to push back on Cy. Cy to his feet with a chop, Skye with a hammer throw, coming with the charge and there's that jumping knee!! OH Cy keeps his feet planted on the apron and remains in this one! 

 

Simon: She hits that Swinging Neckbreaker on Cy!! And down he goes!!!

 

Cybastian Cyan is eliminated by Skye Blue! (1)

 

Jackson: Well, almost a minute left, and we know that Skye Blue made her share of enemies and-

 

S5. MISS CAROL

 

Jackson: Looks like some payback is coming Skye's way, Miss Carol the former partner of the once Miss Cris who is now our champion. Carol starting right out with a spinning wheel kick, Skye back up to her feet and goes for a swinging lariat, Carol ducks with a split and a knee to the midsection.

 

Kendra: Quick chop by Skye to start answering back, but Carol grabs her arm and back body drop and Skye over the ropes, able to catch a grab of the bottom rope and keep herself in. 

 

Simon: Carol charging to knock her off, Skye swings herself in and huracanrana takes Miss Carol out of the equation!

 

Miss Carol is eliminated by Skye Blue! (2)

 

Jackson: And the countdown is right around the corner-

 

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

 

14. KENDRY KRUEL

 

Kendra: Skye waits for Kendry to step over the ropes and Skye blasts her right back out with a Shining Wizard!! SEE YA!!

 

Kendry Kruel is eliminated by Skye Blue! (3)

 

Jackson: Skye Blue eyeing that most eliminations spot, and she eliminated Kendry quickly enough to get another body in.

 

S6. KACY KRUEL

 

Jackson: A different story here, Kacy right in with a running jumping forearm catching Skye in the face. Grabbing Skye by the hair and CHARGES her into a turnbuckle face first! 

 

Simon: Kacy hits a piledriver on Skye, just keeping on top of her, up onto Kacy's shoulder and release bodyslam sends Skye out of the equation right before she's able to cross that 4 threshold! 

 

Skye Blue is eliminated by Kacy Kruel! (1)

 

Kendra: And still 40-some seconds to go, which makes me think we're probably gonna get-

 

S7. BIANCA DIAZ

 

Kendra: Yep, a Sex Appeal member.

 

Jackson: Kacy greets her with a tornado DDT. Bianca bounces back up, goes for the arm drag but Kacy lands short of the other side of the ropes.

 

Simon: Bianca blasts her with a Spear and a fist drop to her. As the countdown clicks in, Kacy back body drops Bianca right out of the ring!!

 

Bianca Diaz is eliminated by Kacy Kruel! (2)

 

...1!

 

15. MAX MATTHEWS

 

Jackson: Kacy comes in and greets Max with a low blow kick! Max up and tries to push her over the edge but she doesn't go. Max attempts to punch but she blocks and slaps back. She goes in more with some chops, and a throat punch. 

 

Simon: Max fights back with a belly to belly, Kacy pulls herself up on the ropes and Max with a running cross body to knock her over!! He succeeds!!

 

Kacy Kruel is eliminated by Max Matthews! (1)

 

Kendra: Are we getting more Kruel representation here?

 

S8. KITTI KRUEL

 

Kendra: Yep. Former Nikita Knight or Thea Hail depending on where you know her. 

 

Jackson: Max doesn't care what she was called, just how easy she is to launch out, Kitti steps over and Max Power Slaps her right over the ropes again, and that'll do ya!

 

Kitti Kruel is eliminated by Max Matthews! (2)

 

Simon: Who else does Kruel have there?

 

S9. KALLIX KRUEL

 

Jackson: The former Sol Ruca, the new grist for the mill as it were. Max Power Slaps again, Kallix over the ropes but NO! She holds on.

 

Kendra: She jumps in but Max catches her and backbreaker! He leaps up and an elbow drop! Pulling Kallix up and going for the Front Slam over the ropes as we get to under 10 seconds... SHE TUCKS HER LEGS AS SHE GOES OUT! SHE'S STILL IN IT!

 

...3! 2! 1!

 

16. AABRIA

 

Simon: Back to 3 for the first time since Kid Kross got dumped officially 8 spots back. Maybe this will stop this spread of surprise entrants. 

 

Jackson: Aabria hits a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker on Max. Oh, she may have miscalculated her landing though, and she is dangerously close to the ropes, Matthews with the cross body sends her out of this one all too quick!

 

Aabria is eliminated by Max Matthews! (3)

 

Kendra: Kallix tries to take advantage of his body being by the ropes and goes for a run, he judo flips her right on outta here! You jinxed it, Simon!

 

Kallix Kruel is eliminated by Max Matthews! (4)

 

Simon: Matthews ties up Kid Kross for falls, and one more can put him in a really good place here. 

 

S10. KRISSY KRUEL

 

Jackson: I'm told this is the last Kruel member here tonight besides Kiri, who is scheduled some point in this rumble. So once Krissy is out, it becomes more of a surprise.

 

Kendra: And if Max is eliminated before another fall, Kross would still get the in as the first person to reach 4. Max needs at least one more elimination to be in a good spot. 

 

Simon: Max goes for that Power Slap to try to wrap this up... NO! Krissy gets his hand before impact... pulling into a Hammerlock and DDT! Max rolls up to his feet and gets a backhand chop on Krissy. Krissy responds with a Discus Lariat!

 

Kendra: She's probably the toughest one that Kruel currently has on their roster, and Max would do well not to underestimate her. 

 

Jackson: He gets back to his feet, scoops her up for a Backbreaker. Off the ropes, and a Splash! Coming off the ropes again... monster leg drop! He's knowing to weaken her up a bit, and we're gonna be taken to number 17.

 

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

 

17. SLANG DANG

 

Simon: Max takes an opportunity to get a Middle Rope Senton in on Krissy. Smart move only going to the middle.

 

Jackson: Turns his attentions to Slang now and a scoop slam. Slang bounces up fairly quickly, going to hit a deadlift on Krissy... no! Possum DDT. Krissy doesn't have much time to rest, Max gets her up in a suplex hold and putting a little stall action on it... Slang springboard dropkick to Krissy and NOW Max drops her down. Slang gets Krissy up on his shoulders... we're goin' SPINNING! 

 

Kendra: HE DANG-A-SLANG SLAMS HER RIGHT OUT OF THIS MATCH!!! 

 

Krissy Kruel is eliminated by Slang Dang! (1)

 

Kendra: Wasting no time now, Slang Dang with a running DDT to Max! Max bounces up and immediately eats a spinning wheel kick! Frustration wearing on Max's face, Slang taking a run back... Max up and Slang comes for another running DDT MAX BACK BODY DROPS HIM OUT OF THE RING HE LANDED WITH HIS FEET UP! Slang Dang survives!

 

Jackson: Kips up to the apron, springboard and a Blockbuster to Max! We're about to go into Countdown land!

 

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

18. THE STOUT STOAT

 

Simon: A brand new hire!! The Stout Stoat AND SLANG GOT MAX UP!! MAX IS GOING FOR A RIDE... DANG-A-SLANG SLAM!!! MAX IS CUT OFF BEFORE HE CAN CROSS THE THRESHOLD!!

 

Max Matthews is eliminated by Slang Dang! (2)

 

Kendra: You gotta think that's taken it out of him though, and we've got this fresh blood in here now. Stoat attempts to just flip him over the rope, all she does is give him rope burn though. 

 

Jackson: He keeps himself in the ropes and Stoat hits a boxing combo to the midsection, oh Slang blocks the last shot and headbutt pushes Stoat back! He frees himself and going in with a series of chops, switching hands and unloading a few more, brilliantly placed standing dropkick knocks her back!

 

Simon: She's up to her feet, he goes for another standing dropkick but she reads him this time and grabs the legs, oh that's unexpected strength there and she whips him into the turnbuckles! He pops up to the top, missile dropkick!! He lands on his feet but within striking distance of hers and she gets a drop toe hold.

 

Kendra: He kicks her away as he gets up... it's always a surprise when newbies put up this level of a fight, I don't think Slang expected this amount of trouble. He attempts to arm drag her over the ropes, but she lands on the apron and rolls back in. 

 

Jackson: He's ready for her, scoops her up and Powerslam! She's back to her feet, she's got him by the back....wait, taking him up to the Electric Chair and a Facebuster! And the countdown clock's already started!

 

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

 

19. DR. CANCEL

 

Kendra: The Doctor is In!

 

Simon: Slang greets her with a rolling cutter! And Stoat hits her with an elbow drop! Oh but you gotta watch out Stoat... Slang behind her and getting her into a back suplex, Stoat trying to fight it and Cancel gives Slang a hand! Double Back Suplex! OH BUT CANCEL FLIPS SLANG OVER THE ROPES!!! 

 

Slang Dang is eliminated by Dr. Cancel! (1)

 

Jackson: Cancel turns her attention to Stoat and just pummeling her! Cancel scoops Stoat up... holding for a bit of time.... spike piledriver! Coming off the ropes, elbow drop to Stoat's throat!

 

Kendra: The fans don't like Dr. Cancel and they're letting her know. Don't let them distract you Doc, Stoat back to her feet and Dropkick to the Back of Cancel! Cancel pushed into the ropes but not over.

 

Simon: Stoat catches the rebound, and a Reverse Chokeslam... oh... wait she gets her other hand on the front of Cancel... lifting up into both a regular and Reverse Chokeslam! How does this work...OH Doc goes face down into the mat! Apparently that's the Stoat Throat Coat! 

 

Kendra: Cancel gagging a bit, rolling a bit, kicks at the leg of Stoat, and another trying to get her away, Stoat says no and elbow drop to the ribs. Stoat going to the top, this could be a real bad idea, Stoat coming down for a Frog Splash CANCEL CATCHES HER INTO A DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER! And the countdown clock had been going for a tick, we join it now in progress-

 

4! 3! 2! 1!

 

20. BRIAN STORM

 

Simon: BRIAN! SO MUCH FOR NOT TRYING!

 

Jackson: Cancel with a running STO drops Stoat, Stoat to her feet, Cancel goes for the boot-and away she goes!! 

 

The Stout Stoat is eliminated by Dr. Cancel! (2)

 

Kendra: Cancel looking for a clothesline to Brian, he ducks and snaps her with a half-nelson suplex! She gets to her feet quickly and atomic drop to Brian. 

 

Simon: Brian up to his feet, he gets Cancel by the waist and into scoop slam territory... and awwwwway she goes!

 

Dr. Cancel is eliminated by Brian Storm! (1)

 

Kendra: 40 seconds to go, means we're probably getting another pop in.

 

S11. AZALEAH

 

Kendra: Azaleah with a flip over neckbreaker to Brian! Brian with a drop toe hold in response, scoops her up with a German Suplex.  

 

Simon: Azaleah to her feet, Brian with a superkick and Azaleah is out of here as the countdown clock is coming around!

 

Azaleah is eliminated by Brian Storm! (2)

 

...5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

21. QUEEN PLATINUM

 

Jackson: Brian greets Queen Platinum with a humongous clothesline! Platinum to his feet, Russian leg sweep to Brian! Brian holds on to her head and elbow to her back, she responds with a rough gut punch, Spinebuster to Brian. 

 

Kendra: Brian grabs Platinum's arm on the way up... going for a wristlock and Axe Kick! Storm Watch!! Pulls her up and arm whip, but she lands just on the apron and rolls back in. Brian kicks her on her way in.

 

Simon: Brian keeping her down with some stomps, Queen Platinum gets him by the legs, and she launches him backwards and out of this match!!

 

Brian Storm is eliminated by Queen Platinum! (1)

 

Jackson: 30 seconds left, it wouldn't make too much sense to bring someone in. Platinum sits in wait and watches the door and no immediate people coming, I guess we're waiting this one out. 

 

Kendra: What do you make of all the videos?

 

Simon: The Trust Us videos?

 

Kendra: Yeah.

 

Jackson: Lenny mentioned an eerie familiarity with them and I have to concur.

 

Simon: There is definitely more danger coming this way and while I might not be having that same sense I can't deny the foreboding. Oh look and it's the countdown clock to get us out of this reverie.

 

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

 

22. BOWEN BANECLAW

 

Simon: Bowen has entered the chat and done so like a freight train, huge shoulder tackle takes her right out of the equation! 

 

Kendra: Drive-Thru service here is impeccable!

 

Queen Platinum is eliminated by Bowen Baneclaw! (1)

 

S12. BANANA BEN

 

Jackson: Bowen laughing at Banana Ben, oh but Ben with a series of rights makes that laughter stop real quick. Bowen with a whip to Banana, Banana coming back around, ducks the clothesline... Springboard Superman!! It's a Fruit Punch!!

 

Kendra: Bowen tumbled back, Banana coming to grapple and Bowen with a headbutt. Shoves Banana to the ropes, Big Boot! Banana rocks back and over for a second but able to bring himself back. Coming for a clothesline of his own, Bowen with a leg trip DDT.

 

Bowen: Seriously! This the loser you put me with?!

 

Simon: Don't take your eyes off the road Bowen BANANA with a standing dropkick!! Bowen swings over the rope but holds on! Bowen backhand slap to Banana, Banana clotheslines him over the rope again and this time it's gonna stick!!

 

Bowen Baneclaw is eliminated by Banana Ben! (1)

 

Jackson: Don't underestimate anyone who steps in those ropes. 

 

S13. TANK VANGUARD

 

Simon: I bet this is who Bowen THOUGHT he would fight. 

 

Kendra: Tank leads the charge, Banana rolls out of the way and Tank can't stop his momentum BANANA BEN DROPKICKS HIM OUT TOO!!

 

Tank Vanguard is eliminated by Banana Ben! (2)

 

Jackson: Are the kids still talking about Bingo Cards? Cause this sure wouldn't be on any of them.

 

Simon: Banana Ben makes short work of two meat mountains. And now he's going to have a little time to breathe before the next one comes in, it appears that the rule is new people until 35 seconds left, and we are down as we're saying this below the 20 second mark. 

 

Kendra: It's going to be the 23rd official person though really it's more like 36 already. And Kid Kross STILL is the one to beat in the numbers game. 

 

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

 

23. HUNTER KELLY

 

Jackson: Hunter in right off with a throat punch and an elbow to the back of the neck! That'll stun ya! And Gets Banana by the peel and whings him outta here!! 

 

Banana Ben is eliminated by Hunter Kelly! (1)

 

Kendra: Daylight come and he wanna go home.

 

Simon: I guess we'll see who else is in the reserves.

 

S14. ALYSON CHAINZ

 

Jackson: Chainz with a quick punch, Hunter blocks and punches her back. Hunter goes for a second punch, Alyson blocks and arm wringer flip!

 

Kendra: He gets up quickly and a jumping DDT, oof and her head bounces off the mat! That looked rough! She goes for a sweep kick, he jumps it and jump kick to her head, grabs her legs and Exploder Suplex! Sending her right outta this one!! 

 

Alyson Chainz is eliminated by Hunter Kelly! (2)

 

Simon: Looks like we're gonna get yet another replacement.

 

S15. KRINJ

 

Jackson: And we've all been Rickrolled. Fantastic. 

 

Kendra: Hunter isn't amused by this, and he's yelling at the Sound guys!! Krinj slides in... runs up behind him, takes the run back... SHINING WIZARD! He tumbles over the ropes but holds on.

 

Simon: Hunter rolls into the ring and lifts up Krinj... gets her into a Burning Hammer and sends her over the edge!!

 

Kendra: He gave her up and let her down!

 

Krinj is eliminated by Hunter Kelly! (3)

 

Jackson: If Hunter can get two more people out, he's going to supplant Kid Kross in that eliminations slot.

 

Simon: The list is getting smaller of official people coming through that door. We don't have the order but we have the official participants roster, so as we sit more than half done, we've yet to see Asuka, Isabella, Capybara... I feel like best case scenario it's gonna be Syn Sation or Alysa Liu.

 

10! 9! 8!

 

Kendra: What's worst case scenario?

 

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

 

24. STITCHES THE CLOWN

 

Kendra: ... yeah I think that counts.

 

Simon: Hunter not scared though, he's got himself loaded back and discus boot sends Stitches over the rope, but he holds firm. Hunter keeping Stitches on the ropes with a series of hammer punches... Stitches just laughs and tilting his head, Hunter kicks his head back straight with a Black Mass Kick! 

 

Jackson: It almost overcorrected and sets his head straight the other way with a sort of... Southpaw Black Mass. 

 

Kendra: Keeping Stitches on the ropes is admittedly a smart move, and Hunter lifts the legs of Stitches! Over he goes!

 

Simon: Stitches only works if you're scared of him.

 

Stitches the Clown is eliminated by Hunter Kelly! (4)

 

Jackson: Only one elimination now and Hunter is in the driver's seat.

 

S16. HOT MESS JESS

 

Kendra: Hunter tries to bump Jess right out, but she stabilizes, and attempts to flip Hunter over AND SHE IS SUCCESSFUL. Yet again Kid Kross is saved!

 

Hunter Kelly is eliminated by Hot Mess Jess! (1)

 

Jackson: And so we get ANOTHER intermittent person.

 

S17. PTERRY DACTYL

 

Simon: Jess takes the former Red Tape Terry Brant to task with a single-arm neckbreaker. She comes off the ropes and a slightly wonky Asai Moonsault that is nonetheless effective, and keeps it going with flipping leg drop. 

 

Kendra: Momentum is really on her side, and I have to say she's improving her fighting style quite a bit from last year. Taking a quick run and a beautiful snapmare. 

 

Jackson: She's keeping control of this for sure, as Dactyl pulling himself towards the rope to try to get an escape I'd keep the pressure on oh she's choosing to go for another run as the countdown clock kicks in-

 

10! 9! 8! 7!

 

Simon: She's going for that elbow drop BUT HE'S READY FOR HER!

 

6! 5! 4! 3!

 

Jackson: Monkey flip and he uses her own momentum against her to get her outta here!! Sublimely timed!!

 

Hot Mess Jess is eliminated by Pterry Dactyl! (1)

 

2! 1!

 

25. SCREECH

 

Simon: That was brilliantly played by Dactyl, and now here comes Screech to make his play for that open spot.

 

Jackson: Screech gets Dactyl off the ground and on his shoulders... getting the crowd pumped a little doing some squats, it's a risk to showboat but Screech wants to be memorable as well as talented... and sends Dactyl into extinction! Over the ropes he goes!

 

Pterry Dactyl is eliminated by Screech! (1)

 

Kendra: Screech wasn't messing around in getting that first fall... let's see what the next surprise entrant is going to be...

 

S18. ROX STARR

 

Simon: Honestly, I'm surprised she wasn't on the list to begin with. And Screech looking to end her time her quick, as soon as she's stepping into the ropes rocking her with a clothesline... she holds on and tries to pull him over!! But he plants his feet and she rolls in.

 

Kendra: Honestly, I get the quick elimination attempts. Until you get to like spot 33, you have a much better chance to rack up your numbers than to get the spot by winning. Rox with a Hammerlock German Suplex to Screech. Picks him up and huge hammer whip sends him over the ropes... she charges with a boot to finish the job and gets it done! 

 

Screech is eliminated by Rox Starr! (1)

 

Jackson: If she'd held out like 6 more seconds she'd get to wait it out, but we're getting another entrant.

 

S19. DARIA DONNER

 

Simon: It figures that it would be another Sex Appeal member, they and Deck of Hearts have been thorns in each others' sides. Daria with an eye rake. Rox swings back, Daria ducks and gets her up on the shoulders... we're gonna get that 5D! And RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!!! 

 

Rox Starr is eliminated by Daria Donner! (1)

 

Daria grabs a microphone.

 

Daria: You might as well just end this right here and give me this spot. Honestly, any moment that Sex Appeal isn't on these peoples' screens is a waste of time. Of course they don't realize it, because this frigid, nothingburger country that doesn't recognize sexy if it doesn't have scales - that's right- I called you all a bunch of fishf-

 

The crowd counts extra loud to drown her out. 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

26. FEEDBACK

 

Simon: Feedback was one of those who would have been in a tiebreaker match, and got thrust into this contest instead.

 

Jackson: He's going to make the most of it though, lightning quick chops to Daria. Daria blocks the last one and a slap in response to Feedback. She's already got him up on her shoulders, 5D and drops him out of the ring but he manages to stay on the apron... tries to pull her out and it's a no go.

 

Kendra: He gives her some ropeburn to the face though on his way, and she punches him right back, and suplex right into the ring. Kneedrop to his face, he tries to punch at her leg to slow her momentum and she stomps his hand for his insolence. Keeping steady control of this and she's smart not to try to dump him again, soften him up and burn out that clock a little so she can get the half minute risk free rather than have someone come in and remove that chance for a break. 

 

Simon: I think you might be right, now she's getting him up, going for the spin but really relishing it.. oh she spends a little too much time and she does drop him but he gets his wits about him and eats the rope instead of the floor... Feedback standing on the apron now trying to pull her over, and manages it! He gets her by the hair and into the turnbuckle... runs her face first into the buckle and Daria goes down!! 

 

Daria Donner is eliminated by Feedback! (1)

 

Jackson: Feedback is just under that 35 second line, so he's gonna get that chance to take the smallest of breaths.

 

Kendra: Feedback's 5 eliminations in his Fatal Four Suits Gauntlet earned him the tiebreaker under GHW, but he and his team The Legion have apparently been called up and so we're gonna see what this team of heroes can do in the main show. Personally I don't see them going way too far, but I've been wrong before. 

 

Simon: Many times. 

 

Kendra: Okay, watch yourself Apple. 

 

Jackson: Children, stop fighting.

 

Simon: Here comes the countdown clock, just in time.

 

10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 

 

27. ALYSA LIU

 

Jackson: The Olympic Ice Skater is here now hoping to make up for the less than stellar performance in the W2 Round Robin. And that Pirouette Roundhouse Kick to the head is undoubtedly a good start!! A Lysten Up puts Feedback over the ropes, he tumbles but BARELY manages to hold onto the bottom rope. 

 

Kendra: Feedback springboards himself back in and a brutal forearm shot. She stumbles a bit, Rolling Thunder and into the headscissors... Feedback Loop! And sends her over the ropes, is that gonna be it for Alysa, it is! Just further proof that she is not ready for this business! 

 

Alysa Liu is eliminated by Feedback! (2)

 

Simon: 53 seconds to go, which means we're gonna have an interloper, but who's it gonna be?

 

S20. TY NEON SKY LANCER

 

Simon: Feedback Loop vs Laser Loop. Another one who got a little snubbed in the initial lineup.

 

Jackson: And Feedback with two quick chops to Neon Sky, and one with the other hand. Going for another with hand 2, Neon Sky catches and quick arm drag. Feedback up, Neon Sky ready for him with an enzuigiri, and follow up with a flip leg drop. Taking a run as Feedback gets up... Springboard NO GAMENGIRI! STROBE STEP! 

 

Kendra: Now past the point of any other interruptions before the next scheduled opponent, Neon Sky has Feedback on the ropes and running corkscrew dropkick!! Feedback tips over the edge but only briefly and able to pull himself back to earth, Neon Sky tries to kick him over again, OH Feedback with the drop toe and Neon Sky is caught on the middle rope, what are we gonna see here, Feedback pulls him away and tries to get him over, oh but Ty holds on and Feedback adapts it to a guillotine. 

 

Simon: He was at least able to get something there, but Ty catches him with a basement roundhouse and Feedback is on the ground with Ty. 

 

Jackson: Feedback getting to his feet as the countdown clock starts up and elbow drop to Ty, oh and it looks like we're about to see who's next.

 

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

 

28. ISABELLA VAN DER GARDE

 

Simon: ISABELLA IS HERE! NO IFS OR ANDS, BUT PLENTY OF BUTTS!

 

Kendra: Isabella charges in and Bella Bomb propels Feedback right out of the ring!

 

Feedback is eliminated by Isabella van der Garde! (1)

 

Jackson: Isabella turns around and eats a single leg dropkick. 

 

Simon: Isabella back to her feet, gets Neon Sky in an elbow wrench, and blasts him with a heel kick. He staggers back, she superkicks him out of the ring, and he hits the apron. Holds on, springboard into a corkscrew arm drag. 

 

Kendra: Knee drop to her face, and she responds with a drop toe hold and a knee smash, he rolls back and loads up his leg...

 

Crowd: GLOW! GLOW! GLOW!

 

Jackson: GLOW KICK! AND ISABELLA GETS TAKEN OUT OF THE RING!

 

Isabella van der Garde is eliminated by Ty Neon Sky Lancer! (1)

 

Simon: Neon Sky lands it and the crowd is so into it! And he's charging up on their energy, it's creating its own Laser Loop.

 

Ty Neon Sky Lancer pumps up the crowd as the clock starts to wind down.

 

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

 

29. ERIKA ISHII

 

Jackson: Ishii is ready for battle, they roll into the ring and quick lariat takes Neon Sky off his feet. He snaps back, quick roll forward and taking a run for a lariat of his own, they back body drop him and he hits the apron but able to catch himself before touching ground and will stay in this one.

 

Simon: We've had a lot of people with these solid saves. It's impressive the way people fight to remain. He pulls himself back up... springboard and rolls to the other side of them, snaps off a glow kick and the Ghost of Yotei becomes the Ghost of this match!

 

Erika Ishii is eliminated by Ty Neon Sky Lancer! (2)

 

Kendra: She lasts just under a half minute in this match and we know what that means.

 

S21. DU DETTE

 

Simon: Here comes one of her Hot Mess Express cohorts, Du Dette! Neon Sky immediately greets her with a huracanrana. She's back to her feet, ducks an Enzuigiri, lifts him up into a German Suplex hold... oh damn! Running backwards and German Suplexes him straight outta this match!!

 

Ty Neon Sky Lancer is eliminated by Du Dette! (1)

 

Kendra: Still 4 seconds before the cutoff though... which means another challenger is about to appear.

 

S22. ALL STAR ERIC VERNE

 

Jackson: All Star rushes the ring and running the boot into Du, Du staggers back but happens to lift All Star out of the match and he's down and done!

 

All Star Eric Verne is eliminated by Du Dette! (2)

 

Simon: This time just on the other end of the cutoff, Du Dette is able to roll out of the ring and get herself a cocktail! She toasts the audience and enjoys her drink. 

 

Kendra: I love the swag of enjoying a cocktail and watching the ramp peacefully. It's a real boss move. 

 

Jackson: And it provides a potential weapon for her to give to her next opponent.

 

Simon: Countdown clock is right around the corner. 

 

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

 

30. ROMAN GOLD

 

Kendra: We're now 75 percent through the planned roster, and this man thinks way too much about the Roman Empire.

 

Simon: Roman gets in the face of Du Dette... trying to intimidate her... Du smashes the cocktail glass on his face! That just made him mad, he arm drags her over the ropes but she lands on the apron! Tries to drag him over, he plants his feet. 

 

Jackson: She smashes his head into the turnbuckle REPEATEDLY! NOW she is able to drag him over, and they pull each other over!

 

Du Dette (3) and Roman Gold (1) eliminate each other!

 

Kendra: So... um... what happens now? 

 

Cole SP, Tamara Rivers, Yancy A Yarburn, Cheyenne, and Percy Cute all get led in. They're clearly confused but ready to fight.

 

Simon: Looks like the original winners of the Beat the Clock, the ones pushed off the clock, are gonna get another chance at this!

 

Jackson: Cheyenne with a Fisherman Suplex to Yancy, Cole lifts Tamara over his head and throws her right out!!

 

Tamara Rivers is eliminated by Cole SP! (1)

 

Kendra: Once again she is removed from the equation. Cole admires his handiwork, and Yancy takes the moment to hit him in the back with a running knee. Cheyenne clotheslines Percy Cute out of the ring!

 

Percy Cute is eliminated by Cheyenne! (1)

 

Jackson: Yancy lifts Cole up overhead, looking like he's gonna drop him... here comes Cheyenne and the two of them together send Cole out of this!

 

Cole SP is eliminated by Cheyenne (2) and Yancy A Yarburn (1)!

 

Simon: Cheyenne spins around and a punch to the face of Yancy, and as the countdown clock comes down hits him with a huge Jawbreaker.

 

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

 

31. HARPER HENRY

 

Simon: Harper is a young gun and she may well have a solid future in this federation. 

 

Kendra: Maybe, but she won't have a future in this match, Yancy discus boots her right out of here! 

 

Harper Henry is eliminated by Yancy A Yarburn! (2)

 

Jackson: Yancy on fire, and discus boot to Cheyenne, she starts to tip over, but launches Yancy over the edge with an exploder!

 

Yancy A Yarburn is eliminated by Cheyenne! (3)

 

Simon: We had 5 people in this match for a hot minute, and yet once again we are back to Special Entrants. Wild.

 

S23. AMYGDALA

 

Kendra: Amygdala in and quick chop to Cheyenne, and follows with two more, grabs the head of Cheyenne and bionic elbows! Cheyenne whips her off the ropes, and launches her out of the ring, her head hits the apron but she lands with one foot up. 

 

Simon: Amygdala gets up on the apron, Cheyenne punches her, Amygdala pulls her over and gets her out of the ring and out of the match!!

 

Cheyenne is eliminated by Amygdala! (1)

 

Jackson: Past that 35 second cutoff, which means she can take a breath as we wade through the final quarter. 

 

Kendra: Ostensibly, these are the people who would have the better chance of winning this. 

 

Simon: Anything is possible, though, as we've seen this whole event, especially if DA Jones has another flip out.

 

Jackson: I'm getting the sense we actually need a good in-between. Someone who has the match knowledge and love for the craft that Colin had with the firm hand of DA. 

 

Kendra: Or, conversely, someone comfortable with chaos. 

 

Simon: Here we go with person 32/57, depending on how you're counting.

 

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

 

32. EL CERRADOR

 

Simon: Amygdala coming in with a Bell Clap! Oh, a series of Bell Claps! It's a Temporal Distortion!

 

Kendra: El Cerrador trying to shake up the vertigo, Amygdala tries to take advantage, spin kick, El Cerrador ducks and leg trapped powerbomb to her! Takes a run off the ropes and a Springboard Coffin Drop! 

 

Jackson: EC scoops Amygdala up and tosses her out!

 

Amygdala is eliminated by El Cerrador! (1)

 

S24. MEDULLA

 

Kendra: Unsurprisingly, here is Amygdala's teammate. She steps into the ring and Cerrador's already on a run...shotgun dropkick takes her right over the ropes-but Medulla holds on.

 

Simon: Medulla rolls in, EC springboards and elbow drop before she can get back up fully. She kicks him in the shins on her way up, he hits her with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors and she goes right back out! OH BUT SHE KEEPS ONE LEG UP!

 

Jackson: Suicide Dive through the Middle Rope as the countdown clock comes and that'll knock her fully down! And he stays in through going through the middle rope!! Cerrador uses the last seconds to get a table and roll it in!

 

Medulla is eliminated by El Cerrador! (2)

 

3! 2! 1!

 

33. CAPYBARA

Simon: CAPYBARA IN THE HOUSE! EC with a quick chest chop and whips him into the corner.

 

Kendra: Oh, he's taking a little too long, Cap is lining himself up... SHINING WIZARD FROM THE CORNER... RIVERBOOOOOAT! Cerrador knocked backwards and barely holds on! 

 

Jackson: Cap headbutts him, goes for a second but Cerrador evades and smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Now he goes for a second but Cap braces the buckle to stop the blow and a back elbow to EC. Cap attempts to lift EC out but settles for a slingshot into the buckle. 

 

Simon: EC goes for the Deadly Night Shade, Cap decides instead to flip him over the ropes! El Cee Ya!

 

El Cerrador is eliminated by Capybara! (1)

 

S25. DOROTHY DAMAGE

 

Simon: Cap ready for Dorothy and Riverboat!! She goes over, but stays on the apron, pulls Cap over and they're battling on the apron. Cap runs Dorothy to the pole and away she goes!

 

Dorothy Damage is eliminated by Capybara! (2)

 

Kendra: Cap's gonna get a moment to rest. But only a moment. He gets himself back in the ring and sets up the table as we get the countdown clock ready to roll.

 

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

 

34. EMILY PROTAS

 

Simon: The Voice is here, and she's itching to initiate.

 

Kendra: A little too impulsive on her part with the kick and caught into a dragon leg screw. She's up to her feet quickly and grabs him by the waist, going for a run and trying to get him over, will need to settle for a guillotine. He throws some elbows at her and a headbutt. She pushes him back, a snap Shining Wizard takes her right out of the match!! 

 

Emily Protas is eliminated by Capybara! (3)

 

Jackson: Cap is the next person to rise the ranks, but can he top that 4 spot... maybe even win?

 

S26. LUSTRESS JAMIE

 

Kendra: Jamie is going to be his next roadblock as she'll now make a try to get a spot in the main event at Heart Condition.

 

Jackson: Cap meets her with a swinging neckbreaker, she rolls and back to her feet, forearm shot to Cap, and picking him up... brilliant brainbuster.  

 

Simon: He's rolling to the corner, and this can only mean one thing... loading it up.... RIVERBOAT TAKES JAMIE OVER THE ROPES JAMIE LANDS ON THE APRON AND DRAGS HIM OVER INSTEAD! AND HIS NIGHT IS CAPPED.

 

Capybara is eliminated by Lustress Jamie! (1)

 

Kendra: And that's gonna take us right to the countdown.

 

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

 

35. SYN SATION

 

Kendra: And the former Syndy Sweet, now going by Syn Sation as SugarKoma imploded and she has joined EM Powered. Jamie not impressed and boots her right out of the match!

 

Syn Sation is eliminated by Lustress Jamie! (2)

 

Jackson: Well, that was a pointless entry.

 

S27. ZYN FANDEL

 

Kendra: If I were Jamie I'd back up... ZYN FANDEL YANKS HER OVER THE ROPES AND SUPLEX OFF THE APRON!! JAMIE IS OUT!

 

Lustress Jamie is eliminated by Zyn Fandel! (1)

 

Simon: That might possibly be the last chance to catch Kid Kross lost there, but we do have another surprise entrant of course so who knows.

 

S28. PATTY PRISM

 

Jackson: IT'S PATTY PRISM! Here to shed some light!

 

Kendra: And she gives Zyn Fandel a taste of her own medicine with that apron suplex! Keep this up we may have as many surprise entrants as we do scheduled ones!

 

Zyn Fandel is eliminated by Patty Prism! (1)

 

Simon: And here comes the next one?

 

S29. JEN TEAL

 

Jackson: Teal rushing in with her briefcase, smashing Prism out of the ring with it!

 

Patty Prism is eliminated by Jen Teal! (1)

 

Kendra: And the elimination train continues.

 

S30. REL ISH

 

Simon: Rel with a running high knee to Teal. 

 

Kendra: Yanking Teal closer, leg-hook DDT. Rel snapping back with a punch to Teal. Teal grabs the arm and judo arm flip. 

 

Jackson: Rel gets behind her and back suplex! And we hit the countdown clock.

 

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

 

36. ORIANA BURKHARDT

Simon: Kangaroo Kick by Rel takes Oriana over the edge and onto the apron, holds on for dear life but still on. 

 

Kendra: Rel with a spinning DDT to Teal, scoops her up, and scoop slams Teal out of the ring.

 

Jen Teal is eliminated by Rel Ish! (1)

 

Jackson: Rel with a bionic elbow to Oriana, Oriana responds with a forearm shot, and Rel Exploder Suplexes her out of the ring! 

 

Oriana Burkhardt is eliminated by Rel Ish! (2)

 

Simon: And just one second away from the cutoff, so we're going to have someone else coming out here.

 

S31. LESHY

 

Kendra: Shotgun dropkick to Leshy. Leshy clumped over, Rel continues the run and axe kick! That's one way to drop a giant!

 

Jackson: Rel going for a piledriver and this is a clear case of biting off more than you can chew, as Leshy back body drops him! Rel slide kicks Leshy. 

 

Simon: Leshy grabs the neck of Rel and just tosses him straight out as the countdown comes in.

 

Rel Ish is eliminated by Leshy! (1)

 

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

 

37. ASUKA

 

Kendra: The Empress of Tomorrow!! 

 

Simon: Asuka with a discus elbow. Leshy responds with a brain chop, and launches her by the throat and launches her over the rope!! 

 

Jackson: Not the Empress of Today, clearly.

 

Asuka is eliminated by Leshy! (2)

 

Kendra: Here we go. 

 

S32. MIU WATANABE

 

Simon: They're coming out of the woodwork. It's nuts.

 

Kendra: Leshy boots her immediately, then punts her across the ring.

 

Jackson: Leshy following up with a Fallaway Slam THROUGH THE TABLE!!! THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURT!!!

 

Simon: And another one, out Miu goes!

 

Miu is eliminated by Leshy! (3)

 

Jackson: Leshy gets a chance to breathe, and a little under half minute until our next person. We've got only 3 people left to come in, barring any interlopers left.

 

Kendra: I feel like there will be interlopers. But I guess we have some time. Let's take a little guess, each of us pick who we think the next of the three is coming out. I pick Shadow. 

 

Jackson: I think it'll be Lucenza. 

 

Simon: I guess that leaves me Kiri Kruel.

 

Jackson: Only one way to find out. Here comes the countdown-

 

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

 

38. SHADOW KAWASHIMA

 

Kendra: Called it!

 

Jackson: Leshy with a chop to Shadow, and an elbow. Shadow responds by lifting her up and Spinebuster! Leshy up quickly and hammer fist. Not a lot of people can do that but Leshy's got some inches on Shadow. 

 

Simon: He grabs Leshy by the waist, belly to belly to send her out of the ring, oh but she landed legs up! Gonna hurt but she also stays in and able to push herself back in the ring. 

 

Kendra: Leshy launches Shadow out of the ring with a choke throw!! 

 

Shadow Kawashima is eliminated by Leshy! (4)

 

Jackson: Well, 55 seconds to go, Leshy still here for the next potential competitor and may once again be the last chance to unseat Kid Kross.

 

S33. MICHAEL SISTINE

 

Kendra: They're not gonna make it easy. This is some Godzilla-King Kong action.

 

Simon: One of the few people that Leshy has to look up to, but she's not scared and she lands two gut punches. He responds with a headbutt to her, and a Kesagiri Chop, she lifts him a little for an Inverted Atomic Drop. 

 

Jackson: Neither of them showing any emotion, as he blasts her once again with a headbutt, she lifts him up and suplexes him over the ropes, but his length saves him, legs draped over the edge of the barricade, he ROLLS HIMSELF BACK TO THE RING APRON! WHOA, I WAS NOT EXPECTING A HANDSTAND HERE AND HE BRIDGES HIMSELF BACK TO THE RING LIKE A GIANT SLINKY! 

 

Kendra: Seeing that I would run. Just I would give him the match. He gets to his feet and Leshy clearly frightened a bit by what she just saw, grabs her by the hair and launches her over the edge!! Kross's space remains intact!!

 

Leshy is eliminated by Michael Sistine! (1)

 

Simon: Michael Sistine glares at the audience. This is a terrifying sight for the next 25 seconds, and the countdown clock can't come fast enough.

 

Kendra: Michael Sistine is in real contention to win this thing, whoever comes next better pray that they can find a way to take him out. 

 

Jackson: Someone named the Human Chapel should not be able to bend that way. It's not human and not a way that a chapel would move. 

 

Simon: Oh thank God. Here comes the clock.

 

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

 

39. KIRI KRUEL

 

Kendra: Well, one hand, the size difference would give anyone pause. The other, if anyone could overcome this size difference it is the once Hikaru Shida, who's throwing kicks and punches at him. 

 

Simon: Sistine barely looks at her and tosses her right on out of here. 

 

Kiri Kruel is eliminated by Michael Sistine! (2)

 

Jackson: We could just throw it to our final entrant, but you can hear her arguing in the back that she isn't ready to come out yet. 

 

S34. VIOLENT

 

Simon: Lucenza Rossi refusing to come out early, hoping Violent can manage Sistine, let's find out. 

 

Kendra: Sistine boots Violent back. Violent builds up a head of steam as he goes running, picking it up like it's a ska song and FOOTBALL TACKLES MICHAEL SISTINE OUT OF THIS MATCH!!!

 

Michael Sistine is eliminated by Violent! (1)

 

Jackson: Let's settle one thing right now, Kid Kross is locked for that top elimination spot. Realistically, the next interloper will be the last one, and then it's Lucenza and that's all she wrote. So one of the three left is going to have to go for the win. 

 

S35. MR. BLOBBY

 

Simon: Nope. NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

 

Blobby: BLOBBY BLOBBY BLOBBY!

 

Kenda: Violent agrees with you and he's just stepping out over the ropes - MR. BLOBBY GIVES HIM A PUSH WITH HIS BELLY! HE MADE CONTACT AND MR. BLOBBY HAS A MARKED ELIMINATION!

 

Violent is eliminated by Mr. Blobby! (1)

 

Simon: We're just at that 35 second line but I think we all want to see somebody eliminate Blobby as soon as possible.

 

S36. MUMIN

 

Jackson: MUMIN ELIMINATES BLOBBY!!!

 

Mr. Blobby is eliminated by Mumin! (1)

 

Simon: This Finnish hero has this crowd on their feet!! They are so excited to see him knock out that grotesquerie and the possibility that Mumin could go to He-

 

40. LUCENZA ROSSI

 

Jackson: LUCENZA RUSHES THE RING AND DROPKICKS MUMIN RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!

 

Kendra: HE'S FINNISHED! THERE'S YOUR HERO, FINLAND!

 

Mumin is eliminated by Lucenza Rossi! (1) Lucenza Rossi wins!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, LUCENZA ROSSI!

 

Kendra: Lucenza, who'd been turned away from Sex Appeal, now has come out of this victorious and... oh, looks like she's got some built-up rage that she's taking out on Mumin! 

 

Simon: There are children watching!

 

Jackson: Mr. Blobby is back!! Mr. Blobby and Lucenza are stomping out Mumin!! What a mess!!! The refs are out here and let's go to commercial while we clean it up.

 

 

Hester Collingwood, Lead Designer: MAWL 4 was made on a bet.

 

During the production of MAWL III, I raised concerns about the nature of the DLC. That the games were too tiered, the DLC was being released too sporadically, that people missed the good ol' days of putting in the work to unlock rewards. Amelia Wolfhard, God love her, suggested that people would rather pay for the convenience of having characters at their fingertips, and maybe they could be tempted to unlock some extra things, but they mostly want to pay and play. 

 

I believe in you. I believe in your drive to achieve, and moreover I believe that games should be as democratized as possible, that being kept from cool characters and features because of financial consideration is an unfair practice. 

 

So Nora and I made a bet. I bet on the idea that a version of this game that took out all the microtransactions and pay to play would still be financially beneficial to our company and that more people will be drawn to us. I bet on you.

 

So here's what this means. MAWL 4 has no special editions. No microtransactions. No paid DLC.

 

You. Unlock. Everything.

 

Now let me be clear. When I say everything, I don't mean you start with no roster. You will have 463 playable characters available to you right from jump, from the worlds of MAWL and GHW, which may well by the largest starting roster a game like this has ever had, though I have no real way to confirm that right now. But that is just one corner of the universe, and there will be so many more characters, match types, alternate attires, weapons, stories, side games for you to explore.

 

And we're not sundowning MAWL III. Both games will continue to be supported, patched with new characters as new people join the federation. After all, how can we compare who does better if one isn't operating? 

 

So with a single price tag of $69.99, come get some. In fact, COME GET IT ALL.

 

 

We are live!

In Catering!

The place where Jobbers, Lower Card and Midcarders hang out!

There is food, drinks and board games!

Honestly, it is a fantastic place.

No so-called “main eventers” ruining the vibe.

Each table in catering tends to have different “cliques” occupying the space. Not just the standard heels and faces stuff. There is the tag dudes, The chicks. The Dudes. The weirdos. The forgotten ones.

Even those groups have different groups. The animals. The masked guys. The bald guys. The Asian ones. The food based gimmicks. The ones with no gimmicks. The ones creative have no plans for. The 404 guys unbooked in MAWL. The MAWL guys unbooked in 404.

 

CON and Diana Dresden walk into catering and walk in separate directions. Diana Dresden walks towards the Animals. Manta Ray greets her with excitement!

 

 

CON walks past the pep guys. CON, trying his best to walk past without being noticed, fails as Devon Delight notices CON first and shouts him over. CON nervously joins the pep Squad.

 

 

Manta Ray: Well Dinah, the faces at this table are a little different from the last time I saw you here,The Birds once had their own table but too many of them turned heel and stopped liking birds. That is why Phoebe Black has joined us.

 

 

Phoebe waves to Diana Dresden who awkwardly waves back.

Elsewhere, Devon Delight is spilling the tea to CON, who’s nervousness disappears as he is happy again. Happy for the first time in months.

Devon Delight: Confetti! You will not guess what's been happening with the game geeks? Press Start and Power Play and went on a double date and match point have heat with them because they werent invited and got ghosted! I also heard from Banana Ben that the foodies are having a vote on if Neopolitan can join them. So whats going on with you?

CON: Oh not much, I did meet a gir…

 

 

Enter SM HeartBreaker.

Catering goes silent. A fork can be heard falling to the floor. SM HeartBreaker looks around at the room in disgust. Almost like he is looking for people. SM HeartBreaker points to a few people on different tables and tells UV and Rox Starr to approach them.

 

 

SM HeartBreaker signals for Violent to follow him as he goes to the most central table in the room.

 

 

The Joshi Wrestlers. SM HeartBreaker stands on the table, kicking trays to one side as he announces to the entire room.

SM: Jobbers. I will not disturb you all for too long. I just need a few moments of your time and I will allow you to go back to eating your food and talking about whatever you jobbers do when you ain’t booked for matches.

Violent clears some space for SM HeartBreaker as the Joshi table begins to hurl insults at SM HeartBreaker.

SM: Jobbers please, I just want to know where a few people are. Allow me to have a quick little chat with four or five of you guys and I will be on my way.

SM HeartBreaker points at Jen Teal and signals for her to approach one of the tables at the far side of the room. Violent follows Jen Teal as SM HeartBreaker continues to address the room.

 

 

SM: For those of you that are unaware. I am SM HeartBreaker. Your locker room leader. Unfortunately a few of you have been chosen to be sacrificed. A sacrifice that is vital for the Deck of Hearts. If anyone would like to not be in this next segment, please leave now and walk back to the locker rooms.

Rox Starr approaches La Tigress and Cat’s table. Rox Starr smiles as the rest of the Felines look scared.

 

 

UV and Violent beeline to the masked tables. Avoiding the luchadors and the ugly masked wrestlers and heading directly to the weird Aztec Pro Masked guys.

SM: It seems we have found everyone except one person. Lazer. Where are you? Utterly Vile, which table would she be on?

UV looks towards the Pep table and the Mob table and doesn’t see Lazer, UV shrugs at SM HeartBreaker.

UV: I don’t see her. It doesn’t matter, she will get what is coming to her soon enough.

Everyone in the room freezes. It is fight or flight mode for the jobbers of MAWL, 404, APW, GHW and all other affiliate promotions in between. SM HeartBreaker gives the signal.

UV: Cole! Get ready to lock the door!

SM: Who the meow is Cole?!

 

Chaos erupts

Tomato sauce is spilt

And so begins

The Great Catering Massacre

Diana Dresden is the first one to move. She smiles at Manta Ray and leaps across the table, throwing hands and elbows at every animal in sight.

Violent and Utterly Vile are next, aiming directly for Los Lamentos. 

 

Valentina Nori lets out a blood curling scream but is silenced by a briefcase to the face from Jen Teal.

 

 

Rox Starr is next as she looks at La Tigress in the eye and punches her square in the jaw. The impact can be heard everywhere in the room. From the Managers table at the back, all the way to the overweight table at the front of Catering. Rox Starr grabs a tray and begins beating on La Tigress and is almost stopped by Cat, however Jen Teal again strikes with a briefcase to the head.

SM HeartBreaker is proudly overseeing the chaos. Until, Vicky,

 

 

A K9 chihuahua jumps up and bites SM heartBreaker. SM HeartBreaker tries to shake Vicky off his leg. After several seconds of trying, he succeeds before quickly punting the little mutt at Maki.

CON looks at his friend Devon Delight, who is confused. CON mouths the words “I am sorry” to Devon Delight.


Devon: But Confetti. We were bros. I thought you were my friend.

CON clinches his fist as his hand begins to shake. CON pauses and remembers all the good times he had with every single person at the Pep Table. Devon pleas with Confetti.

Devon: Confetti. This isn’t you bro.

CON hesitates for too long. SM HeartBreaker notices.

SM: Violent!

Violent out of nowhere, Grabs CON by the throat and throws him at Devon Delight like a human missile.

I would like to say some jobbers fought the good fight. Some picked flight. Those that did flee Catering did so in less than 120 seconds because that's the time it took Cole St Pierre to lock the doors. For those that stayed or were not fast enough.

Deck of Hearts annihilated them.

This was a planned attack, orchestrated by SM HeartBreaker. In a sick twisted game of making his Deck of Hearts members prove their loyalty to him and only him.

The catering is filled with the red splatter of tomato sauce, the undeniable brown colour of Chocolate cake and the fallen piles of Spaghetti scattered everywhere. Jobbers lay everywhere but the chosen few were dragged into the middle of the room.

Lamentos #1, Also known as LaGrima
Lamentos #2, Also known as Tresteza
Cat, one half of Felocity.
Manta Ray, (Former) Best friend of Dinah Soar and cousin of Sting Ray Steve Thunder
Devon Delight. Friend of CON
La Tigress also known as Marciela.

We don’t fully understand why each of these six have been chosen but SM HeartBreaker paces back and forth in front of them as he kneel in front of SM HeartBreaker.

SM: You six can not even comprehend the significant impact you have on the Deck of Hearts.  Look at you all, snivelling, weak and pathetic half of dozen of so called wrestlers I have ever looked at. You honestly don’t understand what is going on or why it is happening but allow me to tell you. This needed to happen. This is vital for the future of this business.

SM HeartBreaker claps his hands

SM: Right! Who wants to go first.

Rox Starr quickly puts her hand up before Diana Dresden and pushes in front of her as she approaches La Tigress. SM HeartBreaker hands Rox Starr a crowbar.

SM: Tell me Merciela. Why do you think you are here?

La Tigress refuses to speak. Rox Starr punches La Tigress in the face with her free hand in hope of making her talk. She still refuses to speak. Likely from a broken jaw. SM HeartBreaker kneels down and grabs the jaw of La Tigress.

SM: Rox tells me you and her were once friends. Tell me Merciela. Where were you when Rox Starr needed help? Where were you when your friend wasn’t being booked? Was you too busy taking the spotlight that your friend should of had?

Silence is telling as La Tigress doesn’t even try to speak.

SM: Rox Starr was your friend and you encouraged her to undergo multiple failed gimmick attempts in order to bury her. You allowed your friend to remain buried while you stole her spot on the show. You were a terrible friend to Rox Starr. Which is why Rox Starr picked you to prove her loyalty.

Rox Starr smiles. She truly believes every single lie SM HeartBreaker just said. Rox Starr truly believes the reason why she is not the greatest female wrestler in the world right now is because of La Tigress. Rox Starr raises that crowbar and beats the hell out of LaTigress. SM HeartBreaker moves on and throws a crowbar towards Diana Dresden.

SM: Manta Ray. Well isn’t this a surprise! Tell me, is it true what they say?

Manta Ray does not answer SM HeartBreaker’s rhetorical question.

SM: Is it true that you can talk to fish?

Manta Ray can not talk to wish…We think.

SM: Send Steve my regards.

Manta: Dinah, you don’t have to do this. You had friends once. Real friends. We were like family. You were the heart of that fam…

Diana Dresden does not allow Manta Ray to poison her mind for another moment. Diana Dresden strikes Manta Ray, again and again and again until Manta Ray stops moving. SM HeartBreaker walks towards Los Lamentos.

SM: Wow! Isn’t this a treat?! We not only caught one person, but two members of Los Lamentos. Hell, we even caught Cat to unite with your little group. Tell me Lamentos #1. Do you remember what you did to Violent?

Lamentos #2 looks at SM HeartBreaker with confusion.

SM: Or are you Lamentos #1?

SM HeartBreaker looks at Lamentos #1 who is knelt down next to Lamentos #2.

SM: Do you remember Violent? Or Violence as he was formerly christened? No? Exactly.

UV hands Violent a crowbar, but Violent throws it to one side. Violent picks up a fork. UV likes this idea and does the same.

SM: All the years training together. All the years together on the same roster. You don’t remember him do you? Like a forgotten monster under your bed. Tell me Lamentos One and Two. Tell me, will you remember Violent now?

We don’t know who Violent drove the fork into the face of. But he aims to make a mess of the face of Lamentos One or Two. Utterly Vile follows suit and begins to tear at the mask of the tag team wrestler from Parts unknown. As the Los Lamentos members try to fight back from this Violent assault. SM HeartBreaker turns his attention to Cat Oscura and smiles.

SM: Well, look at what the Cat Oscura dragged in. Tell me. Do you also remember Violent? No? I thought not. Well, Jen Teal here is going to give you a Violent memory that you will never forget.

Jen Teal grabs a crowbar and approaches Cat Oscura. SM HeartBreaker stops her for a moment before kneeling down towards Cat Oscura

SM: When you wake up from this. I want you to try and send a message to your tag team partner Angel. Tell her. She is next.

Jen Teal strikes Cat in the side of the head with one big swing. Quick and easy.

Now it is CON’s turn.

CON Looks down at Devon Delight.

Devon Delight looks back up at CON.

Rox Starr hands CON a crowbar, which shakes in his hand as he tries to hold it steady.

Devon: You don’t have to do this Confetti. These people are not your friends. I don’t know which one of these chicks stole your heart, but she doesn’t love you Bro.

SM HeartBreaker angrily sees what is unfolding in front of him.

SM: Any last words Devon.

Devon Delight looks up at SM HeartBreaker with defiance. SM HeartBreaker stands above the kneeling Devon Delight. Devon Delight spits blood into the face of SM HeartBreaker.

Devon: Remember Confetti.

SM HeartBreaker forces CON to raise the crowbar ready to strike down on the skull of Devon Delight.

Devon: Bros before W…

Out of nowhere!

 

 

Lady Khromika!

One half of La Belleza Letal!

Jumps up in the air and connects with a flying 6K9 knee strike to the head of CON!

CON is knocked out!

This is the signal the jobbers need that send the Deck of Hearts into chaos!

The wrestlers playing possum jump up and overpower the Deck of Hearts who immediately try and regain control of the situation.

Los Lamentos fight back enough to escape as Lady Khromika pulls a semi-conscious La Tigress to her feet. Devon Delight smashes a window as the Catering wrestlers escape.

Deck of Hearts abandon their scheme but the damage is done.

Deck of Hearts have already achieved what they wanted.

A message has been sent to the entire business.


 

The lights flash on and off, imitating rolls of lightning. The crowd stomps their feet for "THUNDER", and Steve walks out. But he's not happy.

 

 

Steve: Regards received, Heartbreaker.

 

No half-cocked attempt at a clever nickname. He's all business.

 

Steve: And in fact, I have a reply for you. The moment I saw Manta go down, I went right to DA's office and I got myself a spot ringside for your title match. That's right. I'm gonna be a lumberjack. I also volunteered some of your best friends to join me. So Nero, Gozu, Scott Razor, Harris Brothers, hope you don't mind a little extra work today. DA will be reaching out to you all before the match, she agreed that-

 

 

DA: Don't speak for me.

 

Steve: Right, sorry boss.

 

DA: But everything Steve said is true. When we reviewed the footage, it was clear bigger names were needed to keep order, and Steve's ideas were good ones so I gave the final go-ahead. So gentlemen, I will expect you ringside for that match. 

 

Now, SM didn't act alone in that, did he. The entirety of Deck of Hearts is at fault for that horrendous beatdown. Violent, Jen, Rox all already fought today, so your comeuppance will need to wait. As for the rest of you...

 

 

Kendra: She's winding up for something that's really gonna piss them off.

 

 

Jackson: Whatever it is, I'm sure it's well-deserved.

 

 

Simon: I'd even say whatever it is would be getting off light.

 

DA: The DOH Boys will be REMOVED from the Fatal Four Corners Match, with a replacement team to be determined. Further, Diana Dresden's Bloodstar Match will be now be an 8-person Elimination Chamber Match, with three qualifying matches coming up momentarily for those remaining spots. And FINALLY, Steve you will need to find a new partner for the Tag Rumble later. So Steve get outta here and figure that out, and we're gonna start these three fights right here and now. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall-

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a qualifying match for the Elimination Chamber!

 

 

Kendra: Seriously?

 

Sheri: FIRST! From France, representing RFDC, El SEÑOR PIKAAAAACHU!!!

 

Jackson: We have no idea who he's fighting, and I don't think he expected to be here today. So we'll see what happens here.

 

 

The hi-hats kick in and the lights flicker in multiple colors. As soon as the guitars hit...

 

 

A dancing German comes out both twirling and headbanging rhythmically.

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Dettelbach, Germany, weighing in at 206 pounds, Tanzkommander!! 

 

He continues the dancing a la Christopher Walken in "Weapon of Choice" down the ramp. He leaps into the ring and so into the groove that he doesn't see ESP lined up and ready to strike. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Pikachu with a running cannonball senton plows right into Tanz! 

 

 

Ned: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

El Señor Pikachu wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner... El SEÑOR PIKAAAAACHU!!!

 

Simon: Didn't keep his eye on the Pokéball and it cost him. 

 

Jackson: And that means that Pikachu could be yet another outsider walking away with a championship. 

 

Kendra: If he can get through the Elimination Chamber. But he's been in tighter spots before. Onto the next, I guess?

 

 

The lights flash in a way that causes the air to feel almost pixelated, as Krokodos hops down the ramp.

 

 

Sheri: First! From the 8-Bit Pit, weighing in at 248 pounds, KROKODOS!

 

He hops into the ring.

 

 

InstaGator stands on the stage with her phone up. She turns to face the crowd and take, well, a selfie.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Key West, Florida, INSTA GATOR!!!

 

Insta hops on Instagram Live and films the crowd and herself as she walks down. 

 

Jackson: It's old school tech versus new school tech with a metaphorical moat.

 

Simon: A moat-aphor.

 

Jackson: I apologize for him. 

 

Insta steps into the ring and the bell rings!

 

Kendra: Insta and Krok tangle up, Krok gets the upper hand, and pulls her up into a vertical suplex. Insta tries to get to her feet, Krok pulls her up and another snap suplex. 

 

Simon: We can expect an old-school fighting style from the retro reptile, as he tries to jump down with an elbow drop and Insta moves out of the way! Insta gets his arm up and going for a Fujiwara Armbar, really wrenching in, Krok reverses into a side cradle for the pin attempt-

 

 

Lindy: ONE! 

 

Jackson: Insta rolls out of it, arm drag to Krok, tail whip across Krok's face as he attempts to get up. Insta picks Krok up by the snout, knee to the jaw. Krok stumbles back, dropkick by Insta, she takes a run and Krok hits a back body drop oh Insta lands but rolls back to her feet and snap DDT! 

 

Simon: Insta keeping on Krok with the stompout, smart to keep it moving around the body so that he can't grab an easy hold of her leg, taking a run and that'll give enough time for Krok to roll and Insta airballs! Krok with a piledriver, locking in the rear naked, trying to take Insta out of the equation, Insta trying to crawl to the ropes. 

 

Kendra: She just needs some part of her to get there, and her snout does the trick, Krok lets go, Insta rolls back and scoops Krok up for an upside-down Burning Hammer...looks like she's going for the Hot Take Krok holds onto the ropes and kicks her back, he goes for her with a clothesline, she ducks and gets him back up and Hot Take! She makes it work this time!

 

Linday: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

InstaGator wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, INSTAGATOR!!!

 

Jackson: She's going on to the Elimination Chamber! We've got one more spot so let's get right to it!

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Lightning flashes across the arena. A spotlight heads to the top of the Titantron where Thor stands, hammer raised.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Belize, weighing at 245 pounds, THE KING OF KINGS, THOR!!!

 

Thor ziplines down into the ring. 

 

Kendra: The crowd used to have an issue with Thor but that seems to have waned nicely. 

 

Jackson: He's going to be taking on a debuting Diego. And he was smart to go first and avoid that ever-present threat of getting powerbombed from the zipline. 

 

 

“No one will survive” by CFO$ starts playing as alarm lights starts flashing around the Titantron. As the guitar riff starts Diego appears on stage with red and yellow flashing lights, his back turned and the camera zoomed in on his name bejeweled on the back of his jacket.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 185 pounds, DIIIIIIEGO!!!

 

Some in the crowd chant "GO DIEGO GO!"

 

He then turns and aims finger guns at the camera. As he yells bang, pyro goes off on either side of him. He then fixes his collar and marches down the ramp. On his way down he pauses to stop and taunt the crowd, taking in the energy from the arena.

 

Kendra: Don't know much about Diego, but we do know he's Dante's brother, and the vibe I'm getting from him is someone who's explosive in and out of the ring. 

 

Simon: I did happen across him backstage, he was just chilling with his headphones, but the dial is definitely up here, and Thor's gonna have his hands full I think.

 

He then continues his march down, climbing up the steps before dramatically stepping along the apron in sync with the violin riff before leaning in the center of the ropes and aiming his finger guns to the crowd before he and the crowd yell “BANG”. He then climbs through the ropes and walks to the center fixing his collar and pointing out to the crowd.

 

The bell rings!

 

Jackson: Thor with a foolhardy charge-in, looking for an early lariat to start with the momentum OH Diego evades and a hip toss! Thor up to his feet but Diego's got a spring in his step early and huracanrana rocks The King of Kings, Thor won't stay down but Diego seems unbothered by it and seamless enzuigiri. Quick run to the ropes, springboard and an elbow drop, going for a quick cover-

 

 

Farrah: ONE! 

 

Simon: Thor gets the elbow up and Diego immediately hooks it, flip arm drag, quick bounce and standing dropkick to push Thor back, Diego taking a run back and coming for the Enzuigiri THOR CATCHES HIM! Powerbomb and Thor goes for the quick cover-

 

Farrah: ONE! 

 

Kendra: Diego rocks his body forward and reverses the pin! Quick thinking by the newbie-

 

Farrah: ONE!

 

Jackson: Thor rolls back and out, basement clothesline to Diego before he can get back to his feet. Thor grabs Diego by the legs and yanks him up, BRUTAL Alabama Slam! Diego rolls back before Thor can get the pin, somersaults OVER Thor, ENZUIGIRI TO THE BACK OF THOR'S HEAD! HE'LL GET YA FROM ALL ANGLES!

 

Simon: He bounces himself up to the top turnbuckle, SHOOTING STAR TO THE BACK OF THOR! Grabs Thor by the back of his hair and yanks him up, runs him into the turnbuckle, catching him on the rebound and going for the double knee backbreaker, THOR HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES AND DIEGO WILL GO DOWN ALONE! 

 

Kendra: People read Thor as a meathead but he has pretty decent ring intelligence. Diego rolls back and coming for a run forward Thor back body drops him out of the ring DIEGO LANDS ON HIS FEET PULLING THOR THROUGH THE ROPES INTO A REAR NAKED! HE CALLS THAT THE CHEAT CODE AND HONESTLY, I'm not mad about it!

 

Farrah: ONE! TWO! THREE! F-

 

Jackson: Diego releases and Thor staggers forward! Diego going for the springboard blockbuster, Thor ducks and rocks him with a lariat!! Diego just got Thunderstruck!!! Pulling Diego up onto his shoulder's... he's got the Hammer simmering in the fire... He's stomping around with Diego just resting there!!

 

Simon: He's waiting too long!! Diego starting to squirm, DIEGO PULLS HIM BACK DOWN INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN, THOR ROLLS OUT, DIEGO GOES FOR THE CODEBREAKER OR AS HE CALLS IT THE ANTE UP, THOR FLIPS HIM BEHIND HIM AND PUT HIMSELF INTO THAT DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER INSTEAD!! IT'S A RED ALERT!!! DIEGO UP TO THE TOP AND.... SWANTON! FINAL CHAPTER!!! 

 

Farrah: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Diego wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, DIIIIIEGO!!

 

Kendra: First match in MAWL, and already qualifying for an Elimination Chamber, which can turn into qualifying for the Epoch Title! Not a bad first go all told!

 

Diego catches his breath, leaning into the corner, smiling ear to ear as “No one will survive” by CFO$ blasts off the PA. He nods his head to the music for a moment then pushes off before doing his dramatic walk to the violin riff. He then turns and aims his finger guns at the camera before yelling “BANG” with the crowd.

 

Jackson: Diego has this crowd at attention, and he's taking in the mom-

 

The arena rumbles with noise—lights sweeping over a restless, roaring crowd. Anticipation builds as the camera pulls back… then slowly zooms toward the big screen at the top of the ramp, looming over the stage.

Suddenly, the lights drop to black.

The crowd reacts instantly.

A beat of silence.

Then “Believer” by Imagine Dragons hits.

 

 

The screen remains black.

Moments later, lyrics cut through the darkness in sharp silver and black, metallic and unyielding, flashing in time with the music.

First things first, I'ma say all the words inside my head

The crowd leans in.

I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh

A low rumble rolls through the arena.

The way that things have been, oh-ooh

The silver text fractures, then reforms.

Second things second, don't you tell me what you think that I could be

The beat grows heavier.

I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh

The words gleam coldly.

The master of my sea, oh-ooh

The camera cuts to the crowd—focused, locked in.

I was broken from a young age, taking my sulkin' to the masses

The screen pulses.

Writing my poems for the few that look at me, took to me, shook at me, feelin' me

The silver flashes faster.

Singing from heartache from the pain, taking my message from the veins

The bass hits deep.

Speaking my lesson from the brain, seeing the beauty through the

A brief pause.

Pain!

The word slams onto the screen.

You made me a, you made me a believer, 

believer

The arena roars.

Pain!

The screen trembles.

You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer

The silver and black blaze.

Pain!

Lights flicker across the crowd.

Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

The tension peaks.

My life, my love, my drive, it came from

The music pulls back—

Pain!

The final hit lands.

You made me a, you made me a believer, 

believer

The music cuts out.

The screen at the top of the ramp goes completely black.

One final phrase appears in cold silver and black, sharp and unbreakable.

TRUST US

Silence.

 

After a moment the crowd catches their collective breath.

 

Simon: And I'm getting a report now that Gilberto J, scheduled to be part of the Bloodstar Match, was attacked and taken to the hospital. He will be unable to compete tonight, so we're going to have one more unexpected match to fill his spot.

 

Kendra: Do you think these things are connected?

 

Jackson: It's possible. I haven't been able to shake this eerie familiarity for some time. 

 

Simon: For what it's worth, El Verdad did promise us problems. 

 

Jackson: That may... possibly? Account for the attack on Gilberto though I can't see why... but the Trust Us videos feel different. 

 

Simon: Well, whatever it ultimately means, it's going to lead us to this next match, which will then lead directly into the Bloodstar. 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And will determine Gilberto J's replacement in the Bloodstar Match!

 

 

The lights go dim, as red smoke fills the otherwise blackened arena. The ceiling lights flicker to the fading in of the guitar riff. The music creaks for a second before the main riff kicks in and Omega X steps out onto the stage, stomping and creating an X of flames over his head.

 

 

Sheri: First! From the Endtimes, weighing 355 pounds...one half of The End Begins...OMEGA! X!

 

Omega X walks with purpose and determination down the ramp. 

 

Kendra: At 6 foot 10 and 355, few people are to the size of Omega X. It's not to say none are, but he is an intimidating presence for sure. 

 

Simon: This time last year his partner Genesis was getting into a lot of scrapes and looking for title opportunities, and it seems now Omega is taking his turn. But who's his opponent going to be?

 

The lights go out in the arena. A small flame, flickering in the rhythm of a heartbeat appears in the center of the Titantron. Each heartbeat causes the flame to grow bigger and bigger until it eventually fills the Titantron with flames. Then suddenly the flame goes out before The Devil’s Orchard by Opeth blasts off the PA

 

 

Cisco walks out after the last pause in the intro, slowly.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From San Diego, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Devil's Jester, CISCO!

 

Kendra: It occurs to me that though Cisco has been around a MINUTE, I don't think we've actually seen him in Singles' Action before. 

 

Simon: I think you might be right about that.

 

He stops at the top of the ramp to scan the crowd before making his way down the ramp.

 

Jackson: Well, someone half a foot and 130 pounds larger is a hell of a way to make a start. But the Devil's Jester is comfortable in hell. 

 

Once at the ring, he slides under the bottom rope, crawling like a fiend to the center of the ring before spinning himself to his feet just as the lyrics cry out “God is Dead”. Red sparks rain down on him as the lyrics are repeated, him staring directly into the camera, tilting his head slightly before he makes his way to his corner.

 

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Big and intimidating men don't often know what to do with themselves around bigger and more intimidating men, they have to adjust their strategy accordingly. Omega won't give Cisco much time to think though, as he boots him deeper into that corner. 

 

Jackson: What happens if one of these people obtain a cut before they can enter the first blood match?

 

Kendra: Essentially your opponent will only need to increase the wound to target you. Best thing to do here is go for the quick, clean kill. Omega stomping Cisco out in the corner, Cisco barely showing concern and an exploder suplex takes Omega out over the corner! Omega guillotines Cisco, cutting off any momentum quickly, and choke tosses him across the ring. 

 

Jackson: Cisco up like it was nothing, charging Omega and this feels like a bad idea, Omega ready for the boot OH Cisco quick cut right, Springboard Dropkicks him off the apron! Omega was caught with his pants down and his leg up! 

 

Simon: For a big dude, Cisco certainly can move like a luchador, and honestly that's gonna be exactly what he needs against Omega here. Omega trying to get to his feet, Cisco taking a run and Tope Con Hilo!! He drops Omega with little to-do! 

 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Kendra: Cisco to his feet first, using the apron to pull himself up.

 

Carter: THREE! FOUR! 

 

Simon: Yes, THAT'S why he's using the apron. Not whatever he just shoved in his pocket.

 

Kendra: You're so paranoid.

 

Carter: FIX! SIX!

 

Jackson: Cisco rolls into the ring. Omega trying to get to his feet. 

 

Carter: SEVEN! EIGHT!

 

Simon: He's up!

 

Carter: N-

 

Jackson: Omega slides into the ring at the last possible moment, and he is UNLOADING hammer blows on Cisco, scooping him up and Jumping Powerslam! OOOH I felt the ring shake! 

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Kendra: Cisco gets the shoulder up. Omega scoops him up, and he's going for that High Angle Spinebuster!! Gets him with the Endtimes!! And he-

 

 

Simon: The hell are Chi Eta doing here?

 

Kendra: A cheer, Simon! You never saw a cheer before? I mean of course YOU haven't. 

 

Jackson: The cheer is surrounding the ring, and Carter is trying to get them away from here, oh Cisco making a reach into his pocket and filling his hand with something... BOXING COMBO TO OMEGA'S RIBS! AND A SUPERMAN PUNCH TO FINISH THE DEAL! 

 

Simon: Oh he's not done yet... tosses what appears to be a roll of quarters to one of the Chi Eta girls out of the line of Carter's sight, gets himself back and ready... loading up the foot... OSOK right to Omega's temple!!

 

Kendra: It's all over for, it's all over for...yoooou. 

 

Jackson: Carter finally gets Chi Eta moving away from the ring, turns his attention and isn't that just perfect timing.

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

Cisco wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner.... the Devil's Jester.... CISCO! 

 

Jackson: The man is going to stay put, as his next line of competitors is about to come through that door!

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Bloodstar Match and it is for the Hardcore Title!

 

 

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The arena lights dim, plunging the crowd into shadow. A low rumble of thunder echoes through the speakers, vibrating the ground beneath the fans. Suddenly—a blinding flash of lightning cracks across the stage, followed by a roar of thunder that shakes the rafters. The titan appears. Stonefist emerges from a curtain of smoke, cloaked in Greco-Roman regalia, his golden eyes glowing under the flicker of strobe lights.

 

 

Sheri: And now, Cisco's opponents!! First, from the Peaks of Olympus, weighing in at 380 pounds, the Living Legend... STONEFIST!

 

Each step he takes down the ramp lands like a war drum, synced with booming thunderclaps over the sound system. The crowd erupts into chants of “STONE-FIST! STONE-FIST!” as the storm builds around him. Halfway down the ramp, he raises both fists to the sky. At once, pyro erupts like lightning bolts, streaking from the stage to the ceiling as the arena lights flash white. The sound system blasts a final thunderclap as if the gods themselves answered his call.

 

He ascends the steps to the ring with the slow, commanding pace of a deity, slamming his fist into the mat as he enters. The ring shudders under the blow, the crowd roaring as if Olympus itself trembled. He rises, arms stretched wide, basking in the storm he commands. 

 

Jackson: "The storm has arrived… and tonight, Olympus walks among us!"

 

Kendra: Cisco just took down a big man. So on one hand, he's got no fear about big men. On the other, he's gotta be exhausted from getting tossed around like that and to have to do it again, I guess we'll see.

 

 

Chorker's theme music "Rust" hits with a slow industrial metal track with deep drums, low guitar tones, and mechanical ambience. The arena plunges into darkness. The sound of grinding metal echoes. 

 

 

Sheri: NEXT! From the Forgotten Mills, weighing in at 273 pounds, CHORKER!!

 

Red lights flicker with each step he takes. His fans try to touch him as he walks down but he shrugs them off as his one focus is to win the match and leave. As he reaches the ring, a single white spotlight shines down on him while the music fades into silence.

 

Simon: Chorker had one of the best Win-Loss records in the Round Robin stage of the W2, so we'll see him again later tonight, but this would sure give him a good head-start and some momentum to walk into it Hardcore Champ.

 

He drops his chain onto the floor before stepping into the ring, but thinks better of it and picks it back up.

 

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

 

 

Daniel walks slowly in his long coat through the ramp down to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: Next! From Moultrie County, Illinois, weighing 284 pounds, DANIEL!!!

 

Kendra: This would have been the perfect match to come out masked up. I hope Daniel doesn't regret it, even if he has it on him it's gonna be hard to get it on in the chaos of the match.

 

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.

 

 

Sheri: AND THE CHAMPION! Representing Anti-System... from Russia, the Iron Inquisitor and the Hardcore Champion... ALEXANDER BLACKTHORNE!!

 

Alexander Blackthorne pulls the rope down and steps into the ring. The bell rings and everyone goes at it!

 

Kendra: Hardcore Title on the line, Blackthorne has that spike mask that can really come in handy for a match like this. Takes the skull in his hand and smashes it on the face of Cisco, Chorker going to town on Daniel with that chain of his, Daniel is trying his hardest to show resolve and not wince. 

 

Simon: It's not weak to be in pain, and trying to hide it isn't gonna make it any less painful, but Daniel withstanding those blows, he grabs the chain and uses it to pull Chorker into a lariat. Spins around and FIST BY STONEFIST TO THE FACE! DANIEL GETS ROCKED WITH THAT HAMMER OF A HAND. STONEFIST LIFTS IVAN UP AND BRINGS HIM QUICKLY DOWN WITH A HUMONGOUS FRONT SLAM!

 

Jackson: Stonefist just absolutely blasting Daniel with fists to the face. Cisco takes this opportunity to get Chorker's chain and laying into Blackthorne with it! Into the ribs! Onto the back! Onto the face... no! Blackthorne's spikes catch a link and he pulls the chain away! Cisco not deterred though and going for a boxing barrage to the ribs, Blackthorne gets hold of the chain and cutting off Cisco's momentum with a chokeout. 

 

Kendra: The more blood you can rush to his head, the more fun the inevitable bleeding will be. 

 

Simon: Chorker jumps on back of Blackthorne, he wants his chain back, Blackthorne barely registers him but Chorker trying now to put a sleeper.... that's not gonna win the match but it'll slow Blackthorne down. 

 

Jackson: Won't even do that, Blackthorne judo flips him over and keeps the chain on Cisco, Chorker refocuses his energy onto the chain itself and trying to yank that back, STORMBREAKER SPEAR BY STONEFIST TO BLACKTHORNE!! 

 

Kendra: Everyone keeping their energy there, Daniel left to his own devices and that's a dangerous idea. He's digging through his pockets and I think it's Mask Time... ohhh here we go, the Destroyer is among us!

 

Simon: He charges the ring, smashes Stonefist into a corner! Smashes Cisco into a corner! Smashes Blackthorne into a corner! And Chorker to complete the set!! 

 

Jackson: Daniel just charging full speed, a full Sonic the Hedgehog, giving it to the four corners in turn, deciding or I don't even know if he's deciding so much as just landing on Cisco and Blackthorne takes this opportunity to get himself out of the corner, and he's bending down like a rhino, I feel bad for whoever's gonna get it, but Daniel just SMASHING Cisco's face into the turnbuckle repeatedly and the mask starting to bend inward, oh that's gonna get the desired effect as the mask digs into Cisco's face, blood trickling out and that'll do her. 

 

Cisco is eliminated by Daniel! (1)

 

Kendra: This Rhino missile seems to be loaded directly at Chorker... and Blackthorne gores him with that horn! It breaks skin!!

 

Chorker is eliminated by Alexander Blackthorne! (1)

 

Simon: Daniel doesn't seem to realize that he's already got Cisco out of this and still absolutely ravaging his face on that buckle, Stonefist behind Daniel and he's trying to pull off that mask before Cisco gets a full concussion, and he's successful! Daniel's insane momentum is broken and he realizes that he's far beyond beaten Cisco, Stonefist takes advantage of the moment and back body drops Daniel!! It rolls him back and right into the arms of Blackthorne!!! Alexander gets him up and going for the F-5, the spin and NO IT'S A PILEDRIVER! F-8!!! 

 

Kendra: Daniel looks dazed but no blood yet, Alexander a little annoyed, pulls Daniel up DANIEL WITH A BIG BANG LARIAT! BLACKTHORNE EATS MAT! BUT HE GETS UP REAL QUICK!

 

Jackson: Daniel stunned that it barely impacted him, Blackthorne with a headbutt, spins him and TOMBSTONE! SECOND TOMBSTONE! THIRD TOMBSTONE! AND HERE COMES NUMBER FOUR AND OH, THE BLOOD SPLATTER HAS BEEN SEEN ON THE MAT! BLACKTHORNE HAS ALREADY ELIMINATED DANIEL BUT HE'S GOING FOR THE FOURTH ANYWAY!!! 

 

Simon: License to Kill! 

 

Daniel is eliminated by Alexander Blackthorne! (2)

 

Kendra: It's very possible at this point that Alexander Blackthorne is going to retain STONEFIST WITH THE OLYMPUS BREAKER PUNCH AND IT KNOCKS THE MASK SPIKES IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! BLACKTHORNE IS PISSED AND HE'S UNLOADING ON STONEFIST'S FACE, WAIT VANYA IS TRYING TO GET IN BETWEEN THEM-

 

 

Kendra: BLACKTHORNE PUSHES VANYA OUT OF THE WAY AND CONTINUES WAILING ON STONEFIST, TRYING TO DRAW BLOOD FROM A STONE...FIST... Ugh... But Vanya will not be denied and they see the blood trickling down Blackthorne's face! Vanya calls for the bell!!

 

Alexander Blackthorne is eliminated by Stonefist! (1) STONEFIST WINS!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner... and the NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION.... STONEFIST!!!

 

Jackson: And Blackthorne is not accepting this! That's probably why he pushed Vanya, he knew he's been bleeding for a bit. 

 

Simon: I get a sense it's not over between these two.

 

Kendra: Probably not, but it is for now, as we move onto the next match and the next Anti-System attempt at a title defense. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Buried Alive Match FOR the Buried Alive Title! 

 

 

Steam rises from the entranceway. Eradicus towers on the stage.

 

 

Sheri: The Challenger! From the Gladiator Protocol, weighing in at 330 pounds, ERADICUS!!! 

 

Eradicus storms forward, eyes affixed on the ring and unwavering.

 

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

 

Black smoke rises as tribal drums and distant screams echo

 

Black and Soldado appear with the black urn

 

 

They raise it… and Abyss Devourer crawls out from the curtain.

 

 

Sheri: And the champion! Representing Anti-System, weighing in at 352 pounds, he is the Buried Alive Champion, ABYSS BREAKER!!

 

Red lights flash as he slowly walks

 

In the center of the ring, he kneels, raises his arms… flames appear in the corners.

 

He holds his title up for a moment before handing it to Vanya. 

 

The open grave rises at the stage area, with dirt. Abyss and Eradicus swing at each other and the bell rings!

 

Jackson: Fists flying as these two giants square off, Eradicus grabs an arm and hammerlock to Abyss, Abyss spins him around and a knee to the midsection breaks the hold, Abyss with a snap neckbreaker and every time one of em goes down it's like a tree being chopped. Abyss picks him up and lifting overhead, Military Press and OH the ring just RUMBLED with Eradicus falling back to Earth!

 

Simon: Very few people can do to Eradicus what Abyss Breaker is doing to him, as Abyss gets his arms around Rad's waist and Deadlift German. Eradicus trying to get to his feet, Abyss hooks the waist and Gutwrench Powerbomb! 

 

Kendra: Eradicus rolls out of the ring. He is in no way prepared to get this level of onslaught, it's usually the other way. 

 

Jackson: Collecting himself, around the corner, back up to the apron, oh that's a lot of pressure on the rope as E stands on the top, diving clothesline and Abyss gets wiped! Enough momentum to wipe them both out of the ring! 

 

Simon: That is 682 pounds that just rolled with force into the concrete, I'd be hard pressed to believe that there won't be any cracks from it. Eradicus to his feet and hoping to get a significant momentum shift going, going round the world with a series of stomps to Abyss, really putting boots to him, leaving no spot unstomped and that's a lot of body to go around, how is Abyss staying down this long?

 

Kendra: No it looks like this will stop on the left side, Abyss grabs his ankle OH but Eradicus kicks him in the side with the other foot, getting him up by the ribs and we're going for a spin.... Tilt-a-Whirl Gutbuster!! Locks in a hammerlock, submission won't do much but it'll make it harder for Abyss to bury him if his arm is weakened. Oh, he's really wrenching it. 

 

Jackson: Abyss trying to fight away from it, Eradicus with a Hammerlock DDT, and getting Abyss up and dropping back down with a Spinebuster! Mounts and absolutely unloading punches on the face of Abyss. 

 

Simon: Abyss's mask getting dented, he pushes Eradicus off him with a bench press-style Military Drop, Abyss Breaker lifts Eradicus up into a Vertical Suplex... and holding for maximum bloodflow to the head... does Eradicus even have blood? These lab-created monsters I'm never sure. 

 

Kendra: I guess to your point we don't know what EXACTLY the Gladiator Protocol entailed, or if it accounted for being driven back-first into steel but Abyss brings Eradicus down directly into the steel! 

 

Jackson: Eradicus rising back up, you can see the slight indentations on the ramp from that impact but Eradicus looks Abyss dead in the eyeholes, hands around the neck, lifting and a choke toss up the ramp! 

 

Simon: Both of these titans refusing to stay down, as they launch each other up the ramp in turn and we are at the hole! Eradicus throwing punch after punch to push Eradicus back, ERADICUS CHOKE TOSSES ABYSS INTO THE HOLE! Eradicus starting to push the dirt up... Abyss Breaker is punching at the ground!!! He's trying to destabilize it, and it's working...Eradicus starting to slide a bit as he's dumping the dirt! Down he comes! They're both in the hole!!!

 

Kendra: It's a slobberknocker down there, and one of them will have to climb out to finish the job if they want the belt!

 

Jackson: Of course there is another way.

 

Simon: What do you-

 

 

Simon: JASSY WITH A CRANE!!!! JASSY IS PILING DIRT ON THE TWO BRAWLING BRUTES AND THEY'RE NOT EVEN REGISTERING! PAY ATTENTION! PAY ATTENTION YOU IDIOTS!

 

Jassy wins by burial?

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner... and NEW BURIED ALIVE CHAMPION... JASSSSSY!

 

Jassy stands upon the giant pile of dirt, with her new Buried Alive Championship title. Waving it around proudly at first, then gives herself a jumpscare when she looks at the belt up close. She almost throws the belt away, from the initial repulsed feeling, but soon warms up to it, and gives the hand on the belt a hi-5. She starts dancing on the pile, until she remembers that she's on top of a dirty pile, and doesn't want to get her boots any dirtier than they already are.

 

She feels the pile begin to shift, and a finger portudes out of the earth. Jassy’s Pomeranian dog; Tony spots the digit, and runs up the mound, and bites it. Jassy sees this, and how the finger reacts, so she figures it's best to leave. She yanks her dog by its lead, and scrambles down to the floor. She is met by her comrades Bianca, Iris, and Daria who all congratulate her.

 

 

As they pose, and are just about to turn around and leave, they are met by Danielle Fishel holding the Dead Air title, and a bottle of Armand de brignac Blanc de Noirs Champagne. Danielle goes to offer the bottle to Jassy.

 

 

Jassy looks at Danielle, and then smacks the bottle out of her hand. Danielle looks shocked, and turns to look at where the bottle landed and smashed.

 

Danielle goes to turn back to give Jassy a piece of her mind, but gets slapped in the face by Jassy instead.

 

Jassy: “Fake ass hoe, you’re lucky I don’t snatch the title away from you as well.”

 

Simon: Sex Appeal beating the hell out of Danielle Fishel!! She's a national treasure!! In America anyway.

 

Kendra: She shouldn't have gotten involved where she doesn't belong and-whoop- here's the cavalry! Or should I say the Has Been Brigade!

 

 

Jackson: These women are getting in a tassel over...wine I guess? I can't tell. But what I can say is they're doing this over two rather unhappy giants and I would venture to guess that Anti-System isn't too thrilled about this either, this is the second belt that they'd brought over from Waves of Pain and now it's been taken from them.

 

 

Simon: When you're right you're right, and they've just inserted themselves into this chaos right before their Unstable Title Match! They're throwing fists every which way!!! Do they really want to get into it before the Unstable Tit-

 

 

Jackson: THE GARDEN IS HERE! THE GARDEN TRYING TO CAPITALIZE ON THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SOFTEN UP THEIR WOULD-BE OPPONENTS! BUT THEY'RE JUST GETTING TANGLED UP IN THE NONSENSE TOO! THEY'RE FIGHTING SEX APPEAL, THEY'RE FIGHTING TGIF, THEY'RE FIGHTING ANTI-SYSTEM, IT'S A WHOLE-ASS MESS IN HERE! 

 

Simon: Jassy's working Danielle, but the rest of the Sex workin' Tarrasque over there...he's trying his best to hold him off but it's not going very far...

 

 

Kendra: Lan Zaremba, the former Lazer, here to rescue her partner from the chaos!

 

Jackson: NO! She low blows Tarrasque! I think she just gave a kiss to Daria! She's taken up with Sex Appeal!!! And they're absolutely laying IN on Tarrasque now! This is chaos! 

 

Simon: Oh, the ground is shaking... and here come the big men! Abyss and Eradicus laying waste to the people around them! I somehow don't think we're gonna get this Unstable Title Match tonight! 

 

 

DA: So I think it's become very clear that you are not in any shape to fight tonight, and this disaster needs to be dealt with before the clowns come.

 

Kendra: Clowns? Did she say before the clowns, like mimics "Entry of the Gladiators" clowns? 

 

Jackson: Yeah, I think that's the score. 

 

Kendra: Great. Awesome.

 

DA: So here's what's going to happen. This match is going to be a Fatal Four Corners Survivor Match, and it will be held at Heart Condition featuring Sex Appeal, TGIF, The Garden, and the Anti-System for the Title. 

 

 

DA: Welp. I'm out.

 

 

Black Saber charges in and starts bodying clowns left and right. Saber takes the chain from around his neck and starts lashing the clowns with it. Saber chokeslams two of them and they roll down into some other clowns. 

 

Jackson: Saber is not afraid, nor petrified. 

 

Kendra: He's always known that people would be by his side. God. I hate that I said that. 

 

Simon: Saber with a choke toss absolutely launches a clown at four others. Saber is unstoppable. Runs back on the ropes and BOWLS THE CLOWNS OVER! 

 

Kendra: Saber sends the clowns flying! Grabs two of their clowning hammers and double-fist smashing the clowns! Clowns going everywhere! Saber donks two of their heads together! Takes the legs of a clown and swinging him around! Taking out clowns everywhere! 

 

Jackson: A clown jumps on the back of Saber, going for a headlock, Saber judo flips him, another clown sprays him in the eyes and this is the first impact that actually lands even a little, that sounds like it sizzled a little and Saber steps back but it's not enough to knock him off his feet. 

 

Simon: Saber is just annoyed now, double suplexing two clowns at a time, off the ropes and just booting them into each other. Saber just absolutely wrecking house, and the clowns aren't laughing... oh hell here comes Stitches. 

 

 

Kendra: Stitches grabs Saber by the neck, punching into the stomach! Saber now starting to feel the effect, Stitches' laugh just echoing through the air and cutting brutally through Helsinki Olympic. 

 

Jackson: Blood and facepaint splattered on our ring, Stitches looking to put an end to the devastation that Saber's wrought, his failed wave of wacky, and holds Saber's shoulder in a nerve pinch! Saber starting to struggle a bit, Stitches staring him dead in the eye with a cackle that never seems to go away.

 

Simon: For many this is disturbing... honestly though, it seems that for Saber it's just annoying. 

 

Kendra: OH SNAP a back elbow, another back elbow, throws Stitches off the ropes, Saber coming back SPEAR!!! Going for a cover-

 

Ned F. Lassiter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! BLACK SABER!!

 

Jackson: Saber had ostensibly the hardest task of any of Anti-System, but he was the one who prevented it from being a goose egg of a night. 

 

Kendra: And that's why he's the leader. He came in unwavering and unrelenting, beat through the clowns in front of him, and took care of Stitches.

 

Simon: So Anti-System is done for the night, but we have much more show to go. 

 

Jackson: Including - and I'm excited for this myself - a tag team match involving two of Path 2 Glory's foremost members, the leads of the Firm, and we have that next!

 

 

Sheri: The following tag team contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

 

Black smoke fills the arena as Solemn Guardian walks out, Moon standing right beside him.

 

 

Sheri: First! At a combined weight of 365 pounds, Moon and Solemn Guardian!

 

The crowd cheers as Moon and Solemn Guardian walk down the ramp towards the ring. 

 

Kendra: These two seem unlikely allies at first glance, but they have each others' backs, and they were Sophie Desire's first two wins in the W2 which is I suppose how this match came to pass to begin with?

 

 

Dan Hammer and Sophie Desire walk out onto the stage to boos.

 

 

Sheri: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! REPRESENTING THE FIRM... The Tasmanian Terror-

 

 

Jackson: EL VERDAD FROM BEHIND!! THEY KNOCK THE FIRM RIGHT OFF THE DAMN STAGE!!

 

Taga: WE TOLD YOU. WE TOLD YOU WE WOULD CONTINUE TO MAKE PROBLEMS FOR YOU UNTIL YOU HEAR OUR DEM-

 

 

DA: You three are really tryin' it out here, aren't you. Well no one's watchin' your damn video. But what we ARE gonna do, is we're gonna make y'all fight again. IN FACT. This match is now Moon, Solemn Guardian, and The Firm vs El Verdad. 

 

Taga: You're gonna put us in a Handicap Match? 

 

DA: You got two big boys, I'm sure you can handle it. 

 

Zac: We decline.

 

DA: If you don't take the match, I'll strip your titles right here and now. But hey, if you win, I'll watch your little student film or whatever.

 

Eliot: Fine. But can we at least get a fourth?

 

DA: Sure. I'm fair. 

 

Taga: Great. I know Aztec is here, and I'm sure he's proud of what we're doing and he'll come out any moment. 

 

They all wait and watch.... silence. During this time Sophie and Dan walk themselves to the ring, clearly displeased by this turn of events.

 

Zac: Any minute.

 

Silence. Followed by more silence. Until...

 

 

Eliot: Are you here to introduce Aztec?

 

Milo: No, why would I do that?

 

Zac: We just assumed that he heard our pleas and was going to stump for us the way we stumped for him.

 

Milo: I don't even know if he knows you're out here now. But he did hear you earlier.

 

Taga: And? He must have appreciated it.

 

Milo: Um... well. He appreciated the message. Not so much the corporate funding.

 

Eliot: Not all of us can be historically gold-coin rich to fund our projects.

 

Zac: So then why are you out here?

 

Milo: To get away from the undead snake bag.

 

Eliot: Wait... is the bag made of undead snake, or is there an undead snake in the bag?

 

Everyone looks at him.

 

Eliot: What? It's a valid question.

 

DA: holding the bridge of her nose Now hold on, let me get this straight. Not only did this fool bring a fake briefcase but he brought a goddamn undead snake to my show.

 

Milo: Well it wasn't undead when it got here! I don't think. 

 

DA: I fail to see how that makes any of this better.

 

Milo: You and me both. That's why I'm out here. 

 

DA: Well, since you're out here, these idiots need a fourth. And you'll do. 

 

Taga: Really? 

 

Milo: I... it's just my Fracture mask is back there in the dressing room and-

 

DA: With the snake. So do you want to be in the ring, or do you want to be with the snake?

 

Milo: I always forget why I hate coming back here. Well...team...let's do this.

 

Milo walks with El Verdad to the ring, everyone involved in the match silently hating this. The fans sure love it though.

 

DA: Oh, and this is a Survivor Series Match. Like we were supposed to have earlier. In case any of you thought you could quickly end this, one and done.

 

Simon: This escalated quickly. And now we are ready for a match that was gonna be nice and simple to a full-on mess.

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Nobody really wants to be in this match, but Sophie and Taga are going to start off and Taga reaching out for a tag right off the bat, oh but Sophie pulling her right in and Uranage Backbreaker! Coming off the ropes but Zac catches her in the back with a knee shot, gives Taga the chance to run up and leg lariat! Taga tags in to Zac, Zac lifts her up and gutbuster. Sophie rolls to her feet, drop toe hold, gets Zac by the head and snap DDT! 

 

Simon: Sophie tags in to Dan, Dan Hammer to the top rope, Sophie gets Zac in a headlock and Dan down with a diving Bionic Elbow! Dan lifting the big man up, locks him in a Torture Rack, Zac trying to reach out for a tag, Dan spins him 180 and away from the hands of his teammates. Getting it rocking on his back, Zac trying to get to the ropes and Dan just bending him like he's a slinky on the stairs!

 

Jackson: Taga running in with a shotgun dropkick to the back of Dan's kneecaps! And Zac able to parlay it into a side cradle pin!

 

 

Lindy: ONE! 

 

Kendra: Dan kicks easily. Roll back, scoops Zac up and a front slam. Up again, HUGE Spinebuster! Tags Sophie back in, Sophie runs back and goes for the Stomp, doesn't see Eliot tagging himself in on the leg, and Zac eats the Stomp! Going for the pin but Lindy not counting, Eliot in and Stomps Sophie! 

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Simon: Sophie gets the shoulder up, Snap DDT! Off the ropes, can she do this to the big man, WHAT A CANADIAN DESTROYER! Back to her feet, and a Superkick!! 

 

Jackson: Sophie coming off the ropes again, she learned from Dan's mistake and enzuigiri to take Taga off the apron, back around and spinning clothesline to Eliot, back around, springing to the middle, to the top.... Corkscrew Moonsault and we're gonna see Suicidal Tendencies!!! Hammer rushing in with a shoulder tackle to take Zac and Taga off the apron!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Eliot Nestlemen is eliminated by Sophie Desire!

 

Kendra: Taga arguing with Milo about not breaking up the pin, he didn't even want to be part of this match, but she's throwing him in. 

 

Milo enters the match.

 

Simon: Sophie tags in Solemn Guardian, Solemn Guardian hits the Precipice on Milo and that's gonna do it!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Milo Rivers is eliminated by Solemn Guardian!

 

Kendra: Back to the snake for him. 

 

Zac Davis-East enters the match.

 

Simon: Solemn tags to Dan Hammer, Hammer jumps in with an Alsop Death Drop! Pulls him up, and Wolfie Whiplash clothesline!! Going for the pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Zac Davis-East is eliminated by Dan Hammer!

 

Taga Pabalita enters the match.

 

Jackson: Tag by Hammer to Moon, Moon whips Taga off the ropes and a big chop, a second, Taga grabs the arm and flips him over into an armbar OH BUT HE ROLLS UP FOR THE COVER!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Taga Pabalita is eliminated by Moon!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners, Moon, Solemn Guardian, Sophie Desire, and Dan Hammer!

 

Kendra: They each took a piece of the pie and these otherwise rivals come out with the win, shutting El Verdad up at least for now.

 

Jackson: I wonder if Milo is regretting not staying back there with the snake.

 

Simon: Probably. And speaking of regret, SM Heartbreaker is about to be surrounded by people he hates. Which is not an uncommon thing to be fair. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Lumberjack Match scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And it is for the Inferno Title!

 

 

The lumbers surround the ring as: Utterly Vile, Rox Starr, Violent; Jen Teal, CON, Cole SP, Diana Dresden; Gozu, Nero, Schmetterling; Steve Thunder, Scott Razor, X-Treme Society.

 

Simon: Here come the Lumbers! There appear to be 7 to a side, with Violent and Gozu essentially acting as double people on their sides.

 

The arena turns Dark as sinister laughter is heard before a old radio begins to play through static: You either Die a Hero… or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain

 

 

A long Piano, key note solo is heard before the base of the song begins to play.

 

The lights begin to flash red and back to normal, as Joker is now shown standing on the entrance stage with a cold heartless stare.

 

 

Sheri: The challenger! From the Tombs of the Ancient Pharaohs, Egypt, weighing in at 215 pounds, The Heartless One! PHYYYYSIO JOOOOKER!

 

The crowd boos as Physio Joker meticulously and arrogantly takes his coat off. 

 

Simon: A lot of these people don't really care for Physio either, so maybe SM's not quite in as much trouble as once thought.

 

Jackson: It just becomes a question of who they hate more and who they have more access to.

 

Over the speaker: Wrestling only has one Heartbreaker.

 

 

SM Heartbreaker walks out, going full on aura farm holding up his title. BOOOOOMania rains down throughout Helsinki, with such an intensity that it almost feels that additional BOOS are being piped in from Olympic Stadia past. 

 

 

Sheri: And the Inferno Champion! From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 205 pounds, the leader of Deck of Hearts, the self-professed Most Important World Champion that MAWL has ever seen, a rare interpromotional Grand Slam Champion, the Emo Hunter, the MEOWING Face of MAWL, he tries to win matches faster than it takes to do his intro, the Eurasian Champion, S! M! Heartbreaker! 

 

SM holds the title up again and Deck of Hearts attempt to get the crowd to cheer him, which just makes the BOOS that much louder.

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: These two have seen each other in other lives, in other federations, and when Physio Joker first came on our shores SM Heartbreaker was his first target. He beat SM that day with a considerable assist from Steve Thunder and the Muun who shall not be named, and now he wants to do it again where it matters.

 

Jackson: In any other day, on any other card, this would be a Main Event worthy match, but that just speaks to the rest of our card. Physio attempting a lock up, SM bobs and weaves. Physio attempting a swing, SM evades backwards. 

 

Simon: What a coward.

 

Kendra: Not a coward, he's trying to lure Physio towards the Deck side of the rings but Physio catches on, arm drag and armbar in the center of the ring! Physio effective in keeping him away from the ropes and in between him and his cohorts, twisting the arm to increase the pain.

 

Simon: SM needs to figure something out quickly. Violent on the side pounding on the mat to try to direct SM towards him, SM trying to pull to the sound, Physio judo flips him and moves the armbar into a Fujiwara!

 

Jackson: Physio is intent on not letting this slip by him, and if he can put an injury to SM in the process, well that's just gravy on the train. 

 

Kendra: This standing Fujiwara is leaving SM in a difficult position, oh but an idea strikes! SM pulls Physio's leg quickly! Physio comes down into a low blow like he falls off a balance beam! What a clever maneuver! Pulls Physio down into a DDT!! Going for a quick cover-

 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! 

 

Simon: Physio gets his shoulder up, SM shaking his arm off, Physio takes the opportunity to grab his arm and a kick to the bottom of it! Going for it again but SM swings his body around and elbow shot to the face of Physio! Irish Whip to Physio towards the Deck section and Physio tripped by Jen! SM is clearly waiting for Physio to come back, loading up a Superkick, and almost a little disappointed that there's no return trip.

 

Kendra: SM going to take advantage of this new situation PHYSIO WITH A POSSUM PIN! 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! 

 

Jackson: Jen pulls the leg of Physio and breaks the hold, looks like she's trying to make up for her gaffe, SM rolls back, Physio to his feet and there's the Superkick! Physio going outside and right into the waiting arms of the Deck of Hearts! Cole, Diana, and Jen just pounding on Physio! 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Kendra: CON a little hesitant, but Jen gives him a kiss on the cheek and motions him in, that's adorable. Now CON getting in on it and here come the cavalry! Gozu donks the lovers' heads together! Nero with a Nerolyzer to Cole, whips Diana into the steps! 

 

Classic Jenny: THREE! FOUR!

 

Simon: Physio into the ring, SM ready with another Superkick, Physio ducks and hooks the ankle! Ankle lock, SM trying to roll away, Physio bends and twists! 

 

Jackson: SM still has the tournament later on tonight, he can't afford an injury here!

 

Kendra: The title is more important, Jackson. Cole reaching from the outside to shake Physio's balance, SM with an angled single leg dropkick and gets out of the hold, hooks the Half Nelson and Suplex, going for a pin!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! T-

 

Simon: Physio rolls back and out, sweeping leg trip and going for a run, coming back and jumping knee drop to SM's head! Picks him up and the lift... brainbuster! Going for the cover-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Kendra: Still only one as SM gets his shoulder up. Physio gets SM in a headlock and blasting him with bionic elbows on the head. SM gets his hands around the waist and variation on the back suplex! Physio stumbles back. SM taking a run back, he's going to go for the Instrument of Destruction, Dante hooks the leg and SM stumbles, Physio charging forward and Sling Blade! 

 

Simon: Physio pulls SM up and going for those Goodnight elbows! And a one, and a two, and a three and
SM HORSE KICKS HIM TO THE DICK!

 

Jackson: SM saying, I'm not ready for Goodnight yet, read me a story. SM gets Physio up on his shoulder, Death Valley Drops him outta the ring and the Lumberjacks just crowd surf Physio back into the ring, Physio rolls to his feet, Matrix bends away from SM's elbow strike! 

 

Kendra: We don't talk a lot about how limber Physio is, but that right there is part of why he's so damn hard to pin down. Flips himself over, SM boots him back. "Dodge This." 

 

Simon: SM going for the legs, possibly looking for the Hartshooter, Physio kicks back and sends SM running, catches him back and Powerbomb!! 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Jackson: SM kicks! Physio trying not to let the frustration get to him, going for the sweeping leg trip, SM hops it.

 

Kendra: His work on the Skip It is really paying off.

 

Simon: Physio catches him out though and Spinebuster. He's going to the top rope, we could be getting a Fall from Grace! 

 

Jackson: He'd better hope this works, Violent shakes the ring!!! Physio loses his footing, falls and SM rolls up!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Kendra: Physio kicks!!! SM is frustrated now, and he's not doing a good job hiding it! I can't quite make out what he's saying but he's cursing out the people on the side... he's got words for Gozu and Nero in particular, Gozu not taking too kindly to it, throws a chair at SM, SM evades, Physio eats the chair!!! SM takes advantage...

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and STILL Inferno Champion, SM HEARTBREAKER!!!

 

Simon: These two had an intense back and forth. Breaking out of each other's moves. Hitting big moments. And it all ended with a rogue chair. Feels almost anti-climactic. But such is the SM way.

 

Jackson: Well, the next match is going to be explosive by nature... it was supposed to be an Elimination Chamber, but apparently we're getting a Tables Eliminator instead. The Chambers got screwed up in shipping and ended up in France. So we'll just need to use them for Heart Condition. 

 

Kendra: So let's break some wood! Sheri?

 

Diana enters the ring as the other seven make their way down.

 

 

Sheri: The following is a Tables Elimination Match! The winner will remain as the third member of the Epoch Title Match! Our competitors: Mikey Spandex, Tia Mowry, Diana Dresden, InstaGator, Gina Thieso, El Señor Pikachu, Diego, Freewheelin' Destiny Thien! 

 

The eight throw fists at each other and the bell rings!

 

Jackson: Diego and Spandex going right for each other, Diego with an Irish Whip and sends Spandex across the pond, Diana Dresden attempts to catch him with a back body drop, Spandex lands on his feet and attempts a dropkick on Pikachu, he airballs! Pikachu brings him down with a backbreaker! 

 

Simon: Insta and Diana throwing punches at each other, Diana grabs the schnozz and kicking Insta in the stomach several times, Destiny with a headlock to Tia Mowry, Tia pushes Destiny forward and Gina Thieso is ready with a boot!

 

Kendra: Gina Thieso lifts Destiny up, pulling up and the Ripcord, GOLDEN BULL-NO! DESTINY DUCKS UNDER AND ORTON BACKBREAKER! 

 

Jackson: Diego rolls out of the ring, going to try to get some wood in here early. Destiny hits a leg drop across the throat of Gina. Mikey Spandex rolls out of the way of a Pikachu Senton, Pika rolls back to his feet, backflip and Standing Moonsault still catches Mikey. Tia Mowry with a shotgun dropkick takes out the knees of Gator, coming back around and a high knee to Destiny. 

 

Simon: Mowry on a rampage, Sling Blade to Dresden, she can't be stopped DIEGO CATCHES HER WITH A HIP TOSS RIGHT INTO THAT TABLE! We have our first elimination!

 

Tia Mowry is eliminated by Diego Rivera! (1)

 

Simon: She now stars in Splinter, Splinter! 

 

Kendra: BOOOO. Boo this man. 

 

Jackson: Pikachu stomping out Dresden, Mikey Spandex coming in from behind him and punts him upward, gonna help Dresden to her feet NO it's an arm drag, Dresden lands on her feet and swings behind her, that back-swing lariat hits the mark and Spandex down! 

 

Simon: Gator's got the Selfie Stick, into the ribs of Thieso! Spins herself around, into the ribs of Thien! Tries it with Diego, Diego grabs the stick and yanks it forward but Gator is ready with a knee shot to his face. Sometimes you catch the fish and the fish bites back. 

 

Kendra: Diego staggering back a tick, Gator loads herself back and charging forward with a huge Crossbody! The force is too much to withstand and Diego off his feet! Gator back to the outside, momentum carried her too far, but it works out. She gets a table and pushes it into the ring! She pulls out a second table and starts to set it up! One for inside, one for outside. I respect the planning. 

 

Jackson: Spandex launches Pikachu at Dresden! Little man makes an effective projectile! 

 

Simon: Diego back to his feet, going for Thieso and the headlock punch exchange is open for business. Dresden sees the table, gets to it before anyone else can and setting up, she grabs Spandex by the hair and pulls him up onto her shoulder!! We might be getting the Diana Fire through that table!!! Here she comes and PIKACHU MOVES THE TABLE!!!

 

Kendra: Impy little bastard!

 

Simon: Spandex takes the impact but stays in the match, Pikachu admiring the save THIEN FLAPJACKS HIM THROUGH!! HE SAVED SPANDEX TO HIS OWN DETRIMENT!

 

El Señor Pikachu is eliminated by Freewheelin' Destiny Thien! (1)

 

Kendra: Remember this lesson kids, never help anyone.

 

Jackson: That's not the lesson at all we should be taking here DIEGO BACK BODY DROPS GINA THIESO OUT AND THROUGH INSTAGATOR'S TABLE!

 

Gina Thieso is eliminated by Diego Rivera! (2)

 

Simon: Down to 5, which was what the match was going to be originally. Gator a little frustrated but pulls out another table, setting it up THIEN SENDS DIANA DRESDEN FLYING RIGHT INTO IT!

 

Diana Dresden is eliminated by Freewheelin' Destiny Thien! (2)

 

Jackson: Diego and Destiny trading off eliminations, and Insta is going to try one more time to pull out a table. The tenacity and determination is admirable if not a little quixotic. Setting it up DIEGO LAUNCHES MIKEY SPANDEX INSTAGATOR MOVES THE TABLE! She says this is mine HERE COMES DIEGO WITH A CORKSCREW PLANCHA AND TAKES THEM BOTH OUT! 

 

Kendra: Destiny perfectly content to let the fighting outside happen on its own. Diego throws Mikey into the barricade, charging him but Mikey catches and a guillotine! Mikey getting hooks into the ribs of Diego, Diego throws a knee into Mikey's gut, Insta gets her hands around Mikey's waist, Release German, Mikey lands on his feet and Superkick, Insta ducks and Diego catches the foot OH and Diego swings Mikey's foot around to set off a spin kick to Insta! Russian Leg Sweep by Diego and Mikey eats concrete! 

 

Simon: Insta back to her feet, tail swipe to Diego but he jumps it and huracanrana! Mikey back to his feet and Diego swipes him right back down with an enzuigiri! Parkour off the apron and an elbow drop to Insta!! Diego gets Insta up, lifting her up for a Spinebuster and taking her over to the table SPANDEX TO HIS FEET AND GOING FOR A RUN LEAPFROGS OVER DIEGO AND BLOCKBUSTERS INSTAGATOR THROUGH THE TABLE!!! And I'm getting word that statistically it's considered a Double Team! 

 

InstaGator is eliminated by Mikey Spandex (1) and Diego (3)!

 

Kendra: Well, she wanted that table, but I don't think that was what she thought that would mean.

 

Jackson: Diego looking pretty steamed, I don't think he intended on sharing! Unloading punches into the ribs of Mikey Spandex! Elbows to his head! Getting Spandex up for a Samoan Drop SPANDEX REVERSES INTO A CRUCIFIX DRIVER! DIEGO TO HIS FEET, POP UP DROPKICK BUT SPANDEX SLIDES UNDER IT, UP AND JUMPING NECKBREAKER TO DIEGO! Spandex pulling Diego up and that Military Press position... but we know he can easily swing this over to the Marchpast, his sort of Military Jackhammer, so Diego can be in for a world of hurt right about now!

 

Kendra: And DOWN HE COMES! There's little give underneath the floor mat, it's mostly concrete with a little shock absorption, and this is a good time to point out that whoever wins this is gonna need to stick around, as after the Classroom Brawl ends they'll be right back in action, and it doesn't make sense to expend the energy to go all the way back and then come all the way back again. They'll have just the duration of the Dead Air Title Match to recover and then it's right back into the fray. So every bump and bruise is another thing that could cost you later.

 

Simon: That's a really good point Kendra, and ultimately the downfall of explosive wrestlers like these two is that they want to give it their all in every fight. They want to be fighting every moment they're breathing. It's that Roddy Piper mentality that makes them both so engaging to watch and so much a danger to themselves. Spandex using the time while Diego is getting up to go get himself a table, and Freewheelin' Destiny Thien just by nature of not feeling the need to involve herself too much may be making herself the favorite here. Let the boys beat each other down and then pick up the scraps.

 

Jackson: However you feel about it, you do have to appreciate that it is smart play. But Spandex taking a mite too long and Diego back to his feet, SPEAR!!! HE JUST TOPPLED SPANDEX!!!

 

Kendra: Diego gets the Table from the collapsed Spandex and sets it up. Pulling Spandex up and laying him out on it! I think we could be getting the Final Chapter Swanton, going up to the apron... oh, he wants to take this all the way up to the top DESTINY THIEN WITH A RUNNING SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR SNIPES THE KILL!!!

 

Mikey Spandex is eliminated by Freewheelin' Destiny Thien! (3)

 

Simon: Oh, that is not a friendly look on Diego's face right now.

 

Jackson: He wasn't happy about sharing the elimination, but he's downright STEAMED about it getting fully taken. DIVING MISSILE DROPKICK SENDS THIEN STUMBLING ALL THE WAY BACK! She's trying to use the Barricade to pull herself up and he's right on it! The punches are a-comin'!

 

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!

 

Kendra: Destiny is wobbling, this is a good time to get a table and clearly Diego has the same idea... opening up the table and OH! HE'S STICKING THE LEGS THROUGH THE BARRICADE BARS! HE'S... TRAPPING DESTINY ON THE BARRICADE WHY JUMPING TO THE OTHER SIDE AND DROPKICK THROUGH THE BARS!!! I'VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE GO THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF THE TABLE BEFORE!!!

 

Freewheelin' Destiny Thien is eliminated by Diego Rivera! (4) DIEGO WINS!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! DIEGO RIVERA!!!

 

Kendra: In his first day, Diego's already notched two wins and now is going to be the X-Factor in the Epoch Title Match. We've got a match to go before he comes back, and he's just gonna be brought some water and given a chance to sit while he waits what comes next. 

 

Jackson: This will also give our ground crew a chance to clean up the ring a little, as we take it to the Classroom, an area our champion is familiar with.

 

 

Sheri: The following match will be a Classroom Brawl and it is for the Dead Air Title! The match will be won when the title is retrieved from the Flagpole above the door! The challenger, from the Shadows of his Own Mind, MANSIN! And the challenger, representing TGIF, from Hollywood, California, DANIELLE FISHEL! 

 

Kendra: Mansin trying to push his way through the cloud of chalk dust, Danielle dropkicks Mansin back, he stumbles over a desk, tries to keep his footing, Inverted Bulldog and bends him over the chair! 

 

Jackson: She's trying to put the hurt on him early, as she pulls his hair over the back of the chair, clearly she's done this before. Chops to his throat and I don't think that anyone was expecting Danielle to get even this amount of brutality on Mansin. 

 

Simon: I was certainly expecting this to be a squash match in the other direction, but she got the jump on him. He's trying to get his arms over and get hold of her, dragging her over the desk and hammer blows to the back of her neck! Guillotines her over the back of the chair! Getting the arm and head and a crossface over the chair, SinStretch!! 

 

Kendra: Weakening Danielle enough to keep her down and out, flops her over the chair and heading towards the flagpole. This should be fairly-

 

Simon: Academic?

 

Kendra: Ugh. Yes.

 

Jackson: A textbook flies in the way of Mansin! And another! Third one hits! Danielle is awake!

 

Simon: Mansin looks - really mostly annoyed, but Danielle to her feet, she's using the top of the desks and taking a run MANSIN BOOTS THE DESKS! DANIELLE GOES DOWN!!! Just FACEPLANTING on the desks and Mansin has a clear path SHE JUST THREW A GLOBE AT HIM! The struggle in her arms is real as she tries to pry down that Blackboard!

 

Kendra: No way. There's no way this is going to work.

 

Simon: Ye of little faith! She does it! I don't know how but she does it!!! She drops a damn blackboard on Mansin! 

 

Jackson: This works for two reasons.... it keeps Mansin down and it gives her the height she needs to get to the flagpole.... she just has to get up and do it.

 

Kendra: Fighting to her feet, she has some but not unlimited time. Here she goes... she's taking the run... Onto the board....Going.... going....

 

Almost there....

 

MANSIN IS UP!!!! MANSIN CAPSIZES THE DAMN BOARD!!! DANIELLE IS LAUNCHED!!!

 

Simon: At this rate, she'll be lucky to make it to Mayday, let alone Heart Condition. Danielle is HURT. Mansin grabs the flagpole. And the title. This one is done. 

 

Mansin wins by grabbing the title!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and the NEW Dead Air champion, MANSIN!!

 

Jackson: And the belt is back around the waist of Mansin, he's now a two-time champion, and this feels a bit like things are right with the world. With all respect to Danielle Fishel, who every time puts up much more of a fight than we expect of her, the title really is more Mansin's speed. Maybe she'll have better luck at Heart Condition with the Unstable Title.

 

Kendra: Diego is already back in the ring. So let's keep it rolling.

 

 

Sheri: The following Triple Threat Contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is for the Epoch Title!! Already in the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 185 pounds, DIIIIIEGO RIIIIVERA!!

 

Jackson: You have to think that Diego is operating from a MASSIVE disadvantage, having gone through two insanely competitive matches already and now having to deal with one of the most intense newcomers we've ever seen and another whose Holiday Hellscape findings are going to make her a bit of an X-Factor to say the least. 

 

 

The lights go out and flash blue. The twinkles in the song match spotlights flashing in the ring and entrance. Delilah walks out to cheers.

 

 

Sheri: The next challenger! From Chicago, Illinois, DELILAH!!

 

Jackson: Like Diego, Delilah came in like a house on fire and immediately won a huge opportunity. And now they're both hoping to deal with the champ and walk out with that belt.

 

Kendra: If you think about it, this match is all people on their second card... the championship was won in a complete surprise by who was then Miss Cris. And we have no idea now that she's ended the year proclaiming that era of heroes is over what we're walking into. 

 

 

Watchtower lights sweep the arena, intense enough that everything it touches looks more like shadow than human. Smoke enters the stage. Highlighted in shadow stands La Comandante Traidora, holding the title in the manner of Eve Torres.

 

 

Sheri: And the Champion! From Acapulco, Guerrero, Mexico, she is the Epoch Champion, LA COMANDANTE TRAIDORA! 

 

The crowd boos as the searchlights continue, LCT walking down the ramp staring at everyone with cold eyes. 

 

Kendra: She calls herself "The Only Side of the Law", but her name translates to the Corrupt Official. So who's to say where she stands. What we do know, however, is that she's tall and she's dangerous. And that elevated Brock Lock, what she used to call the Crisletoe but now she calls Detenida, will absolutely end you if you're not careful. 

 

LCT steps over the rope and holds the belt up high. The bell rings!

 

Jackson: She may not be the tallest woman on the roster but at 6'5 she's certainly imposing. She makes use of that height early, tossing the diminutive Delilah with barely a second thought. Diego takes a run at her, needs to get a little more height than he had before but going for that huracanrana, Traidora rejects it with a Powerbomb! Delilah springboards back into the ring and a dropkick that sends Traidora stumbling a little bit, Diego catching her out and a Samoan Drop! Going for the quick cover-

 

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Simon: Traidora gets the shoulder up, Delilah with a handspring cartwheel moonsault on both of them! Quick cover to Tradiora-

 

Danny: ONE!

 

Kendra: Traidora launches her and you better believe the Law won't go down easy. Diego taking a run, gaining some speed, Traidora to her feet, Diego springboard and the elbow shot pushes Traidora right back! He's got her against the ropes, jumps the apron and wraps her up in the Cheat Code! 

 

Jackson: Diego and Delilah focusing on Traidora but it's not a handicap match, and they're gonna have to deal with each other too, but for now a running dropkick by Delilah to the ribs of Traidora. 

 

Kendra: It makes complete sense though to weaken the biggest competitor, get them out of the picture, and make it more of a one v one. If you can render Traidora impotent you get your biggest risk handled.

 

Simon: That seems about where she's at right now as she rolls out to the ring, Delilah and Diego have the opportunity to deal with each other now and springboard elbow shot just barely misses Delilah and she parlays it into a flapjack. Taking a run and going for a springboard CHAIR SHOT BY TRAIDORA KNOCKS HER BACK! 

 

Kendra: No DQ in a Triple Threat but the champ also doesn't need to be involved in the decision and she may have just screwed herself as Diego looks to score the win-

 

Danny: ONE! TWO!

 

Jackson: Delilah barely kicks, but Traidora already on it with a dunking reverse chokeslam NO Delilah reverses into the arm drag!! Going for an ankle lock, barely gonna last as Traidora pushes her back with the free leg and Diego catches her with the Samoan Drop! Charging Traidora, Traidora going for that giant boot, Diego slides under it, onto the apron, going for that springboard elbow again TRAIDORA CATCHES HIM AND CHOKESLAM! DELILAH BEHIND HER AND LA MAGISTRAL!!

 

Danny: ONE! T-

 

Kendra: Diego breaks it up, hip toss to Delilah! Hip toss to Traidora! Enzuigiri to Delilah! Enzuigiri to Traidora! DELILAH WITH A BACKSTABBER! And rolls him over into a Dragon Sleeper! 

 

Simon: Diego over his three fights has been bent every which way, honestly I have no idea how he has any fight left in him. 

 

Jackson: The Riveras and the Scythes would sooner break every bone in their body than give up, and even if they did, they'd try to use the full body cast as a Moonsault assistance. 

 

Simon: As we said earlier, probably not the smartest policy, but damned if it doesn't make good television, as Diego punches at Delilah's head! And again! Fighting to his feet and OPERATION DRAGON!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Kendra: Traidora coming to break it out, Diego moves and Delilah eats the Stomp from Traidora!! Diego spins her around ANTE UP!!! That Codebreaker and he goes up, looking to go up for that Final Chapter, couldn't land it in the Tables Match but didn't really need to occur for Diego to get the title, but this time it'd certainly be a difference maker OH BUT DELILAH WITH THE DROPKICK TAKES DIEGO OFF THE TOP! HE FALLS OUT OF THE RING!!!

 

Jackson: That may have just ended Diego's night, but it's not exactly working in Delilah's favor either, Traidora back to her feet, and she's got Delilah up and over... holding her over her shoulder for that Detenida!!! We may have our story coming to an end right now!! 

 

Kendra: Ooh, I do not envy Delilah. Having all that blood rush to your head... having your leg put into unholy bends.

 

Jackson: Especially someone as short as Delilah, in order to make that hold work on such a...sorry to say...small leg, you really have to contort it.

 

Simon: Don't count Delilah out yet... she's certainly flailing but she's not strictly speaking tapping....reaching to the rope....stretching herself out.... she gets the corner!! DEADLY NIGHT SHADE!!! UP SHE GOES TO THE TOP AND WE COULD BE GETTING DELIGHTED.... Ohhh but that leg bend is taking its hold on Delilah! She's hesitating and that's all it'll take! Diego with a pipe to that leg and Delilah goes down!!! FINAL CHAPTER TO TRAIDORA!!!!

 

Danny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Diego wins by Pinfall!!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... AND THE NEW EPOCH CHAMPION!!! DIIIIIIEGO RIIIIIIVERA!!!!

 

 

Kendra: THAT.... is a hell of a first day on the job.

 

Simon: Sure is. Three matches, three victories, Diego Rivera has gotta be feeling himself right now. AND this means he's the final piece of the Four Chambers Match at Heart Condition, the one bringing the gold to the show. 

 

Jackson: We're gonna see his brother in action after the commercial break, we've got one last leg which will include X-Treme Society as one of the teams in the Tag Gauntlet to get a shot at Heart Condition, the rest of our titles are in play in some fashion, and of course the W2 Tournament itself. 

 

Kendra: As a reminder, the winner of that tournament will be $100 K richer, will get the trophy, and will be the only one who'll get to challenge the Legacy Champion whenever they want. The other briefcases don't include the Legacy Championship, but the W2 winner will get that honor at some point during this year. 

 

Simon: And will join in a rare tradition including Schmetterling, Sting Ray Steve Thunder who is going for his second win, Zora Luthor, and more. 

 

Jackson: So you've all got a lot to look forward to, but that's all coming after our final commercial break.

 

 

The camera fades in on the backstage hallway where Diego sits, cradling the EPOCH Championship in his arms.

 

 

Diego: Now THIS is how you introduce yourself.

 

He smiles, wiping the blood from his forehead. He pushes himself to his feet. As he makes his way down the hallway, he runs into a familiar face. Dante Rivera is walking down the hallway, typing away on his phone. Diego stands in his path, Dante stops in his tracks.

 

 

Diego: What? No congratulations?

 

Dante: What are you doing here?

 

Diego shrugs.

 

Diego: Rescuing this company from mediocre talent? You’d have to ask bossman.

 

Dante slides the phone back into his pocket. Resisting the itch to spin his jaw.

 

Dante: I can’t believe you still work for that fat piece of sh-

 

Diego holds up his hand.

 

Diego: (Waving his finger) uh uh uh, can’t have you badmouthing the guy paying my checks. Well one of the guys paying me.

 

Dante: He ruined our lives!

 

Diego: No, you ruined your lives. I’m quite happy with my decision. Honestly separating myself from you is probably why my solo career is so much better.

 

Diego raises the EPOCH championship above his head.

 

Diego: I came to the house you ran to, fought three grueling matches in one night, and walked away a champion. And on the biggest event of the year. Or so I'm told. Meanwhile, here you are still trying to breathe life into a dead relationship chasing tag titles.

 

Dante gets in his face.

 

Dante: You watch your mouth before I wire it shut.

 

Diego: Cmon, be my easiest match of the night. Right here. Bring it.

 

Diego tosses the belt to the side and returns the favor.

 

Diego: You can’t beat me, you already know that.

 

Dante: Things are different now.

 

Diego smirks.

 

Diego: What, so you're clean now?

 

Dante swings with a lightning fast right hook but Diego weaves just in time.

 

Diego: So predictable.

 

Dante rushes in again, Diego goes to dodge but gets caught with a feint and puts up an arm to block the left cross.

 

Diego: sarcastic tone You HAVE been practicing. That’s cute.

 

Diego pushes him back and sets himself. Dante steps forward again, but Diego side steps and hits a clean spinning back kick to the ribs, pushing Dante back into the hallway. Dante holds his ribs for a second looking up at a smirking Diego, who waves him on again.

 

Diego: I don’t have all night, there’s an afterparty with my name on it, literally. I'd hate to miss it.

 

Dante tightens his fists as he goes to rush in again but Victoria is there, grabbing his arm.

 

 

Victoria: That’s enough Tey. We gotta save our energy if we want to earn that title shot.

 

Dante never breaks eye contact with Diego, but he stops resisting. Diego claps.

 

Diego: Ever the Diplomat, can always count on you to fetch up the wild dogs. Ain't that right, princess Scythe?

 

Diego reaches down to grab the belt, Dante turns and walks away. Victoria turns to Diego as he swings the belt over his shoulder.

 

Victoria: Congratulations Diego, and welcome to MAWL.

 

Diego: Thanks Vikki-

 

Victoria’s diplomatic tone shifts sharply.

 

Victoria: But you disrespect my family like that again and I’ll break your neck before you can even defend it. We clear?

 

Diego smirks again, with a nod.

 

Diego: Crystal, sweetheart. Now go out there and play tag team, I’ll be watching.

 

Victoria turns and jogs after Dante. Diego sighs and looks at the belt on his shoulder before looking into the camera.

 

Diego: I think I’m gonna like it here.

 

He winks at the camera before he turns and walks away. The camera fades to black.

 

 

Announcer: The Cells have been filled. The Inmates have been Sentenced. 16 fighters from MAWL and GHW all searching for the gold and the glory.

 

 

Announcer: For fifteen, Friday the 13th will have a new reason to strike fear. For one, the war will yield sweet success. Who will emerge victorious from the dreaded Four Chambers?

 

Get your tickets now, or watch on WREK-TV.

 

 

The Weekend before W2 Final Day

 

Only released to Public Viewing upon request of counsel on W2 Final Day

 

The atmosphere was charged, but with intense observation rather than the wild excitement characteristic of such public events on an international level. The crowd was filled mostly with local reporters, whose conversation was rather low and urgent. The police presence was unusually strong, but the men themselves looked as if something had happened inside the courtroom and they knew about it.

 

 

Ezekiel Horlick emerges from the side door. Everything about him exuding calm confidence and emotionless steadfastness. Nothing betraying the outcome of the trial, not his facial expressions nor his gait.

 

 

Behind him SM Heartbreaker rolls out through the door, clearly elated despite being heavily bandaged and wheelchair bound. Through a speaker mounted on the side of his wheel chair Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down blasts.

 

Despite his neck brace, the cast on each leg, the oxygen mask, and one of his arms being in a sling, not to mention the bruising, and visibly healing cuts on his face, SM Heartbreaker's utter glee is palpable. As is his outright detestation for the local law enforcement. The members of which are intentionally avoiding looking in his direction.

 

A local reporter sneaks past the officers and approaches Ezekiel.

 

Stefan Maseko: "I'm Stefan Maseko with Harbourline News 24. Please, Mr. Horlick sir. Can you answer a few questions?"

 

Ezekiel Horlick: "Yes, make it quick I've got another case to win in Mongolia."

 

Stefan: "Mr. Horlick… seeing your client now. He’s in a powered wheelchair, heavily braced, with casts and assisted breathing. Many here are visibly shaken. Does his condition factor into what comes next, legally speaking?”

 

SM Heartbreaker immediately begins to hurl insults at the gathered officers, strongly implying that once he gets the neck brace off he's coming back to do to their mothers what they tried to do to him.

 

Ezekiel: “His condition is already factored. Documented injuries, medical assessments, and their causes were presented to the court. They were evaluated. They contributed to the outcome. Any further proceedings will follow the same standard evidence, documentation, causation.”

 

Stefan: "Sir, the court found your client innocent and ruled in favor of him in all his counter-claims. The verdict is considered to be a historic one. How do you comment?"

 

Ezekiel: "The court has applied the law appropriately and ruled based on the evidence. Historic or not, justice was served."

 

Stefan: "In local precincts there are already discussions that such a ruling may lead to a certain reform in the law enforcement agencies' procedures. Some are talking about a kind of a reckoning."

 

Ezekiel: "Call it whatever you want. Their procedures will either be corrected or the results will be repeated. Law enforcement is not above the law. They are just as beholden to it as you or I, and infractions of that law will be handled just the same."

 

Around, there were whispers with words like "internal review", "conduct audits" and "chain-of-command liability". Meanwhile, the heart shaped spinner wheels on SM Heartbreaker's wheel chair spin freely as he leans back in a mock wheelie in his chair and drives it around in circles shouting about how he fought the law and the law folded like a [Meow Censored].

 

Stefan: "There were numerous violations in this particular case – the unlawful arrest, the tampering of evidence, impersonation, wrongful imprisonment, sexual misconduct, theft of personal property. Was there any moment when you thought that you might lose"

 

Ezekiel: "Doubts? Inconsistency leads to doubts and there were none. The rulings have followed the evidence. I don't take cases I don't know I'm going to win. I'm a lawyer, not a gambler. Law enforcement overstepped it's bounds, acted with utter disregard for legal procedures, and as a result disciplinary action will follow."

 

Stefan glances sideways as several reporters were being held back by law enforcement, unaware of him having slipped past them.

 

Stefan: "And concerning the awarding of the damages, there has been some confusion. Several rather high figures have been whispered about but nothing concrete. Can you clarify any hard numbers?"

 

Ezekiel: "The ruling provided 67 million USD in favor of my client. Taking into account the total cost of the damages, the penalties and associated liabilities. Deducting all court costs, expenses, my fees and other necessary payments. The total sum is going to be approximately 6.9 million dollars."

 

People around started whispering and noting the new information into their notebooks. Many reporters actively engaging with law enforcement to keep them distracted from the lone reporter who made it through their blockade.

 

SM reacting to overhearing how much money the case is costing the nation of South Africa immediately shouts out over the din.

 

SM Heartbreaker: "HA. Better call Sally Struthers back over [Meow Censored]!"

 

Stefan: "Is there going to be any effect on the public perception of the matter?"

 

SM Heartbreaker: "Yeah! They can perceive DEEZ!"

 

SM Heartbreaker gestures towards his crotch.

 

Ezekiel: "The arresting officers, their superiors, and the South African president will all be required to gather and issue a public apology for the grievous offenses committed against my client as well as part of the ruling."

 

SM Heartbreaker: "You're damn right they will!"

 

Ezekiel: "In addition, the officers directly responsible for the damages to my client will be stripped of their station and separate proceedings will be held to determine whether their excessive brutality merits further punishment. I will of course be pushing to send a message that police overreach will not be tolerated and request the maximum allowable sentence for each violation."

 

SM Heartbreaker continues shouting taunts and hurling insults at the gathered law enforcement as they struggle to keep the crowd of reporters back.

 

Stefan: "According to some sources, this lawsuit may not be your client's only legal move? In particular, there is the plan to sue the wrestling federation MAWL?"

 

Ezekiel: "Yes, the filings were sent immediately following the verdict."

 

Stefan: "Will similar claims will be brought?"

 

Ezekiel: "There are several counts of impersonation, sexual harassment, defamation, slander, harassments and other related violations involving members of MAWL from the bottom of the organization to the very top. They will be tried similarly to this case."

 

SM Heartbreaker: "I'm getting my [Meow Censored] title back! You better get a damn fishing pole you [Meow Censored. It honestly just kind of sounds like someone opened a tin of tuna in a cat café with how many meows fire off here. If SM didn't have diplomatic immunity he'd be arrested again for the sheer level of public indecency on display]!

 

Stefan: "And you expect the similar outcome?"

 

SM Heartbreaker: "NERO! We comin' for you [Spinarooni Meow Censored]!"

 

Ezekiel: "Evidences determine the outcome. If the evidence is consistent with the law, the ruling will follow. The most simple defining factor in this case was SM Heartbreaker's diplomatic immunity as a representative of Parts of Unknown. As many violations were recorded and broadcast the evidence against MAWL is staggering."

 

The atmosphere became quite tense, the officers realizing a reporter got past them unnoticed and was getting information before they had a chance to start to try to spin it.

 

Stefan: "One last question, sir. What do you think this day stands for both for your client and for our system?"

 

Ezekiel: "There was an error which needed correction. Necessary measures have been taken. The same will happen with the other further litigation. The fact of the matter remains, my client was wronged. My client got justice for those wrongs. And for the further wrongs perpetrated against my client, justice will likewise be brought to bear."

 

After saying those words, Ezekiel abruptly steps away from the reporter, having decided he's answered enough questions. SM Heartbreaker, noticing his lawyer leaving the scene, pulls a string attached to the back of his wheelchair, sending a fountain of confetti flying into the air. SM Heartbreaker continues to mock and insult the gathered law enforcement as he drives his wheel chair in reverse following Ezekiel's exit as camera zooms in on SM Heartbreaker's upraised middle finger and then fades out.

 

 

Jackson: Now that this footage has been cleared to be revealed to the public, we can inform you that part of the MAWL settlement that pursued was that SM Heartbreaker and his crew were given free reign on what would have been the Madness between this and Heart Condition to instead have their own special.

 

 

Simon: How utterly unbearable. Do we have to call that?

 

Jackson: I'm sure you and Kendra will, but it will be determined whether Lenny or I will. Lenny by the way will be replacing me a little later on tonight.

 

 

Kendra: I'd say we'll miss you, but... you know.

 

Simon: Oh it looks like we've got some movement to kick off this leg of the night.

 

The arena lights begin to fade.
The familiar distortion hits the screen.
“Devilishly Great.”
But this time… no diva. No entourage. No distraction.
Just him.

 

 

“So Called Life” instrumental hits.
Robertos Michael walks out alone.
No rush. No pose. No interaction with the crowd.
Just controlled steps — like he already knows exactly where everything in this arena is supposed to be.

 

Jackson: …No entourage tonight. That already changes the feeling.

 

Simon: He stripped everything away except the part he actually trusts, himself.

 

Kendra: And somehow that makes the entrance feel bigger, not smaller.

 

He stops at the top of the stage.
Pauses.
Looks out over the arena.
No reaction.
Then continues walking.

 

Jackson: Crowd’s trying to get something out of him… nothing’s landing.

 

Simon: That’s because he doesn’t react like most wrestlers do. He doesn’t perform emotion.

 

Kendra: No… he studies the room first. Like he’s measuring it.

 

He enters the ring.
No turnbuckle pose.
No theatrics.
Just a slow walk straight to the center.
He stands still.
A long silence.
Microphone already in hand… resting low by his side.

 

Jackson: You can actually feel the arena slowing down right now.

 

Simon: That’s presence. Some people yell for attention. He just waits until the room gives it to him.

 

Kendra: Which is impressive… but also a little unsettling.

 

He slowly raises the microphone.

 

ROBERTOS MICHAEL:
Since I debuted here in MAWL…
I didn’t speak.
Not because I had nothing to say.
But because I don’t waste language on things that haven’t earned it.

 

Simon: There’s the mindset again. Everything with him sounds transactional.

 

Kendra: Maybe. But at least he believes every word he says.

 

Robertos slowly scans the arena.


I prefer silence.
Silence is efficient.
Silence is controlled.
Silence… does not miscalculate.
But after what happened in my last match…
I realized something.

 

Beat.

 

That silence was being misunderstood.
Because while I stayed quiet…
you all assumed I was being controlled.
Managed.
Contained.
He takes one slow step forward.
Let me correct that.
I was not being stopped.
I was being postponed.

 

Jackson: That’s a dangerous way to reinterpret a loss.

 

Simon: Or confidence bordering on obsession.

 

Kendra: Either way… he genuinely believes the story isn’t finished yet.

 

Robertos Michael:
Everyone backstage…
everyone in that locker room…
they love order.
They love brackets.
Rules.
Structure.
Outcomes they can explain to themselves.
But me?
I just love results.

 

He slightly adjusts his grip on the microphone.

 

Robertos Michael:

Last show…
I didn’t lose.
I was simply placed inside a situation that required… interpretation.
And unfortunately for everyone involved…
I don’t do interpretations.

Simon: He rejects ambiguity completely.

 

Jackson: Which sounds good… until reality disagrees with you.

 

Kendra: Still… you can’t deny he’s backed up almost everything he’s said since arriving here.

 

Robertos Michael:
You can call it interference.
You can call it chaos.
You can call it whatever helps you sleep better after watching what happened.
But the truth is simple.
I was still the most dangerous man in that match.
And I still am.



A pause.

Cold stare forward.

Robertos Michael:
And before anyone gets lost in narratives…
There is a man talking about conspiracies…
and a briefcase that apparently matters more in his mind than it does in reality.
I don’t know what version of events he’s trying to protect.
And I don’t care.
Whatever he believes happened…
it has no impact on what is recorded.
And what is recorded is all that matters.
So let me make this simple.
I am not part of Aztec conspiracy.
And I could not care less about him… or his briefcase.
Aztec is not part of my path.
Not part of my focus.
Not part of my future.


He slowly tilts his head for a moment.

Robertos Michael: He can keep his theories.
He can keep his briefcase.
He can keep whatever story helps him sleep at night.
Just don’t drag me into it.
I deal with outcomes.
Not people trying to rewrite them.



Jackson: That almost sounded less like an insult… and more like dismissal.


Simon: Which might honestly be worse.


Kendra: Yeah… anger at least means someone matters to you.



A pause.
A subtle smirk appears.
Barely visible.

Robertos Michael:
Now I enter W2 tournament.
First round.
Tyles Hayes.
A name I already forgot the moment I heard it.

 

Jackson: Alright, now that’s cold.


Simon: Not even hatred. Just complete removal of importance.

 

Robertos Michael:
A man who thinks advancement is earned..
No.
Advancement is taken
And Tyles…
you are the next delay they’ve assigned me.
But you are also going to become the last reminder…
that delays do not change outcomes.



He slowly lowers the microphone for a moment.
Thinking.
Then raises it again.

Robertos Michael:
I don’t speak often.
Because I don’t need to.
But I am speaking now…
because silence is no longer necessary.
Now…
it is time for correction.



He drops the microphone.
No celebration.
No pose.
Just a slow walk to the corner.
He climbs onto the middle turnbuckle.
Then slowly sits down on the top turnbuckle.
Elbows resting on his knees.
Hands loosely clasped.
Head slightly lowered.
Eyes staring across the ring without blinking.
Cold.
Still.
Controlled.

 

Jackson: …I still can’t tell if that man is fully confident or completely unstable.


Simon: Sometimes those are the same thing.


Kendra: One thing’s certain… W2 tournament will feel different after this.

 

The arena noise slowly fades into the background.
He doesn’t move.
Just waiting.

 

Simon: ...does... does he think his match is now? 

 

Kendra: He's not technically scheduled until later, and some officials trying to beggar him off but he's standing firm, I guess we're gonna get one of our Tournament matches early?

 

Jackson: Didn't this happen last year too?

 

Simon: ... It did. I guess the Tag Team Gauntlet will just have to wait for this, unless they can convince Robertos to leave the ring.

 

 

Tyler Hayes jumps the barricade!

 

 

Kendra: Tyler skipping the niceties, a rarity for him but launches for a tackle on Robertos and we're gonna get this rolling!

 

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Two very technically sound wrestlers who don't mind throwing a hard punch or two, Hayes and Michael are on paper fairly well matched. Even with disqualifications being a factor here, Michael has enough pure in-ring ability to get the job done, even if we can't see that right in this moment from Hayes' mounted punches.

 

Simon: Michael stops Tyler's first, twisting the arm around and maneuvering him into a Crucifix Armbar, and we're seeing the technical side of things early here, Hayes trying to make his way to the ropes but Devilishly Great pulling him back, Tyler swings his whole body at Michael and a punch to the face to break it off. Tyler lifting Michael up, Belly to Belly, going for the quick pin-

 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! 

 

Jackson: Michael has no problem kicking out of that, grabbing hold of Tyler's arm and going for that armbar again, trying to put more pressure on it, Tyler trying to power up to his feet but can't shake Michael, they both come up together, Tyler with a shoulder block! Another shoulder block! Trying to loosen the hold and a third one will do it, Whips Michael off the ropes and coming for a clothesline, Michael slides under behind Tyler and Cobra Clutch Suplex going to go for the pin-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Simon: Tyler reversing into a leg-hooked pin-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Kendra: Tyler rolling to reverse the pin but Robertos Michael kicks out, to his feet and Superkick TYLER CATCHES IT AND EXPLODER SUPLEX! But Robertos Michael up quickly and Tyler not learning the lesson of don't let Robertos behind you, German Suplex! Bridge pin-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Jackson: Tyler rolls his body back and arm-trapped Dragon Sleeper, Robertos struggling a bit but to his feet and Running Powerslam! The cover-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Simon: Tyler kicks and Robertos really does need to do more to send the Shoey Champion back down under, build some momentum and get a rhythm going here. Hooks the arms, Fisherman DDT to Tyler, and he's going to the Top Rope, coming down with a Diving Headbutt TYLER ROLLS! FACE FULL OF MAT FOR ROBERTOS! He may forget the name but he won't forget the Faceplant! 

 

Kendra: All temporary delays, like he said. 

 

Jackson: Tyler Hayes has shown on multiple occasions that it's folly to underestimate him and he's doing that again here and now as he gets the Crossface in on Michael. 

 

Kendra: Michael looking still unbothered, more like he's at the Chiropractor's than in a wrestling match. Trying to power to his way to his feet, up to his knee, Tyler pulls him back down for a Rear Naked!! 

 

Simon: Still looking unbothered, Kendra?

 

Kendra: Yeah, he's chillin'. 

 

Jackson: Michael taking his time to work out of the hold, but not with a sense of struggle or desperation. Picking his maneuver, rolls his body, hand full of Tyler's hair and smashes his face into the mat! Tyler releases, to his feet, and this time Michael gets the Superkick! Going for the cover-

 

Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Simon: Shoulder up! Michael grabs his arm, breaks it over his shoulder! Back into that armbar! This must be such a frustrating position for two muscular and stubborn technicians to be in, they're effective in what they do but also unwilling to break, and an equal pair of strengths becomes a pair of irritants when flipped on you.

 

Kendra: I actually have to agree with you. Both Michael and Hayes are at their most dangerous on the ground, but neither of them tap out. Any submission victory is going to have to come from the other passing out.

 

Jackson: If either of them win, they're going to have to do this again at least one more time. With that context, it makes sense that they've both been trying to finish this match fairly quickly, but man are these the wrong opponents to have if you're looking for that quick win. 

 

Simon: Hayes makes it to the ropes, Classic Jenny starting to count the warning to Robertos-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE! F-

 

Kendra: Releases at three and change, back to the arm, ripcord into a high angle belly to belly NO! TYLER PULLS DOWN A CODEBREAKER AND ROLLS HIM UP!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Simon: Robertos Michael is not done! Hayes trying not to lose his smile, but he's less effective at hiding his frustration than Robertos is, and Robertos with the judo arm flip, twisting on that arm again and back into the Crucifix! Wait, he's switching it up! He's keeping that arm tight, but going for the head and I think he's going to get in the Devil's Deal!! HE GETS IT!!! TYLER REFUSING TO TAP BUT STRUGGLING TO STAY AWAKE!!! TYLER'S OUT!! TYLER'S OUT!!

 

Robertos Michael wins by Submission!

 

 

Kendra: He actually made Tyler Hayes submit!!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to round 2, Devilishly Great, ROBERTOS MICHAEL!

 

Simon: And Robertos Michael will be the first person to advance, even if he did so out of order.

 

Kendra: Robertos will need to make good on his promise to forget Tyler's name, as he'll need to focus on his next challenge. But we'll see more of that later as-

 

 

“I Wanna Rock” By Twisted Sister plays as WildFire walks down to the ring,The Ether title draped over his left shoulder, his face twisted in anger.

 

 

WildFire enters the ring and Pyro goes off, but he still does not look happy.

 

The crowd cheers but he does not acknowledge it and if anything he looks even angrier.

 

WildFire holds up the mic with his right hand.

 

WildFire : “Harris, what the Crap!! I give you a once in a lifetime title shot, and that’s the best you can do?”

 

The results of the match are shown on the ‘tron.

 

WildFire : “I showed up and put out an open challenge, because I wanted a FIGHT!! I wanted a FIGHT!!! And I didn’t care who I fought !! I thought that someone, someone in back would have the balls to take the challenge and run with it !  That someone would step up and we could have a WAR !!! A 6 star challenge, the beginning of an EPIC WAR to set the FED on FIRE, something our fans would be talking about decades from now …”

 

The results of the match are shown on the screen in a loop playing out quickly and then rewinding over and over again.

 

“But , what the CRAP!! ONE SHOT !!! ONE SHOT!!! I HIT YOU ONCE AND YOU WENT DOWN LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES !!!!!” WildFire screams  pacing back and forth in the ring getter madder and madder by the second.

 

“I don’t know whether YOU’RE an Idiot or a moron !!! One shot !!! ONE FREAKING SHOT !!! Is this some stupid strategy to lull me into a false sense of security?”

 

The results of the match continue on the ‘tron playing in a loop. 

 

“Some stupid chess move to get a rematch under your special terms and conditions?

 

The results of the match continue on the ‘tron playing in a loop.

 

“‘Cause if it is, YOU ARE AN IDIOT !!!”

 

The results of the match continue on the ‘tron playing in a loop.

 

“IF YOU HAD SHOWN UP, IF YOU HAD PUT IN THE EFFORT AND THE WORK, MAYBE you would’ve won and been in a position of strength and power …”

 

The results of the match continue on the ‘tron playing in a loop

WildFire slaps the Ether title on his left shoulder twice .

 

“Did you think that you would get me off my game, get in my head??" WildFire shakes his head.

 

WildFire quieter with determination “ All you did was make me MAD!!!!”

 

The results of the match continue on ‘tron playing in a loop.

 

WildFire his voice thick with menace “ You just pissed off the FIre… And now you’re going to pay … I will have my WAR !!!”

 

The results of the match continue on the ‘tron playing in a loop.

 

“You will get your rematch, your place, your time, your rules.  But in return … I will give you three things…”

 

The results of the match continue on the ‘tron playing in a loop.

 

“PAIN !!!”

“AGONY”

“AND SUFFERING !!!”

 

The results of the match continue on the’ tron playing in loop.

 

“And this time if you don’t show up, this time if you don’t give me my WAR … I swear to God.. I will track down your Brother SHAWN.. I will beat the Crap out of him and take his CRIMSON RITES title, and even if I have to beat the Crap out of THE ENTIRE MAWL ROSTER,  YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!!!”

 

WildFire drops the mic leaving the ring and not looking back.

 

 

DA stops WildFire from fully leaving with a hand and a smile.

 

DA: I also want a war, and those damn Harris boys have been working my nerves. So you got your war, WildFire. You and that wife of yours. The Harris boys. And to make sure it's a war, La Sangre Maldita and Das Verderben are coming to play too. For both your Ether Title, and Harris's Crimson Rite belt in a 4 way TLC Match.

 

The crowd pops. DA moves her hand and lets WildFire out, then leaves soon after.

 

Simon: Alright, now let's get this tag team show on-

 

The arena lights suddenly fade.

The crowd immediately reacts, wondering what’s next.

 

Jackson: Hold on... we're just receiving word from production.

 

Kendra: Apparently management has announced a surprise debut.

 

Simon: A debut? Right now?

 

The crowd buzzes with curiosity.

Then thick smoke slowly begins rolling across the stage.

For several moments, nothing happens.

The anticipation grows.

Then a silhouette appears.

Twin pigtails.

Neon pink.

The silhouette remains motionless.

Back turned to the crowd.

Then she slowly looks over her shoulder.

 

Jackson: No way...

 

Kendra: That's her!

 

Simon: That's Vixxen!

 

 

Theme song Mad Hatter plays

A smile appears.

Not friendly.

Not hostile.

Just... strange.

The crowd erupts.

Some cheer.

Some boo.

Most simply stare in confusion.

 

Jackson: We've seen her for months.

 

Simon: But never like this.

 

Vixxen finally turns and begins walking toward the ring.

She doesn’t march.

She doesn’t storm down the ramp.

She kind of… bounces into it.

Light steps.

Small skips between strides.

Shoulders swaying slightly with the rhythm only she seems to hear.

Almost like she’s walking to a song that’s in her head, not the one playing in the arena.

Every now and then she tilts her head at the crowd, smiling like she just noticed them for the first time again.

She twirls a finger around one of her pigtails for a second, then keeps going like nothing happened.

No rush.

No seriousness.

Just movement that feels half dance, half accident.

She reaches ringside and pauses, rocking slightly on her heels as she looks around the crowd like she’s deciding if this is a good idea or not… and clearly finding it funny that it already is.

Then she slides under the bottom rope and pops back up inside the ring with a small, playful bounce.

Like she just arrived somewhere she’s been excited about all day.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

So…

they finally let me in the ring alone.

 

small giggle

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Took them long enough.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

You know...

For months...

Everybody kept asking the same question.

"Who is she?"

 

She nods slowly.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

That's a fair question.

I asked myself that once.

 

Pause.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Three hours later I was eating cereal in a parking lot.

I still don't know the answer.

 

 

Crowd laughs.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

People kept asking commentators.

Management.

Him.

Everybody except me.

Which is rude.

I have feelings.

Sometimes.

 

She thinks.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

I think.

Crowd laughs.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

For a long while I stood at ringside.

Watching.

Learning.

Listening.

Judging.

Mostly judging.

  

She scans the crowd.

  

VIXXEN RIOT:

Some of you make very questionable life choices.

 

Points toward one side of the arena.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

You're questionable!

 

Points elsewhere.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

You're questionable!

 

Points toward another section.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

You look dangerous.

 

Long pause.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Never mind.

You're wearing Crocs.

 

 

The crowd bursts out laughing.

 

Jackson: Leave that poor guy alone!

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

No!

The shoes chose violence first.

 

Huge laugh.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

But wrestling?

Wrestling is fun.

One second you're winning.

One second you're unconscious.

One second you're a champion.

One second you're getting powerbombed into next Tuesday.

It's beautiful.

 

She smiles.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

And the best part?

Nobody knows what's going to happen.

Not you.

Not them.

Not management.

 

Small pause.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Honestly...

Half the time not even me.

 

Huge crowd reaction.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

People usually keeps calling me unpredictable.

Crazy....

Unstable....

Chaotic.......

 

She counts them on her fingers.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Which sounds bad.

But have you looked around lately?

 

She gestures toward the crowd.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

You people cheer when strangers hit each other with furniture.

Let's not pretend I'm the weird one.

  

Crowd laughs loudly.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Oh! And before anyone starts writing dramatic fan fiction…

No.

Nothing bad happened between me and Robertos.

No betrayal.

No heartbreak.

No tragic story where someone cries in a parking lot under the rain.

Sorry to disappoint.

Also…

for everyone who really needs a headline…

No, we did not break up.

We broke other things though.

Mostly furniture.

 

Beat

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

And maybe one bed frame that absolutely did not survive the physics.

 

crowd EXPLODES laughing

 

Jackson: OH—okay?!

 

Kendra: I DID NOT NEED THAT IMAGE!

  

Vixxen pauses, grinning wider now, bouncing slightly on her heels like she’s enjoying the reaction too much.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Anyway…

don’t overthink it.

We’re fine.

Just… now is my time to bring something to the table.

 

She tilts her head, smile turning sharper, more playful.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

And honestly?

That just means I’ve got more space now.

More freedom.

More room to do what I do best.

 

She leans slightly toward the camera.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Make things… unpredictable.

Make things… uncomfortable.

Make things… interesting.

 

She straightens up.

Smile soft.

Eyes slightly wild.

  

VIXXEN RIOT:

So if you’re expecting me to behave… that’s adorable.

Because nice is boring.

Predictable is boring.

Normal is boring.

And boring… is something I refuse to be….

 

She pauses, tilting her head at the crowd.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Wait…

 

surprised smile

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Is that another guy wearing Crocs?!

You guys are really making this hard for me.

Well… whatever.

I have a match right now.

I just remembered.

 

She drops the mic slowly and  bounce backs toward her corner, still smiling.

 

VIXXEN RIOT:

Let’s make some chaos.

 

 

The violin kicks in as a video of colors breaking in through static plays. The guitar kicks in as the various colors become lights that scan around the arena. Hyperspeed Halley Comet runs in place as lights flash around her.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Greenwich, England, HYPERSPEED! HALLEY! COMET!!!!

 

The drums kick in and Halley charges down high fiving everyone at full-speed. 

 

Jackson: She wanted chaos, Comet is definitely going to deliver. 

 

Halley Comet corkscrew backflips into the ring and gallops around ready to fight. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Comet with a lock-up, quick punches to the ribs of Riot and an Irish Whip, Comet catches her with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors NO Riot reverses it into a tilt-a-whirl facebuster!! Riot with a quick run, hits the Springboard and Corkscrew Elbow! Kipping up quickly, Standing Shooting Star, going for the quick pin, no actually she's deciding against it, taking another run and corkscrew moonsault! Going for the cover and the pin-

 

 

Lindy: ONE! 

 

Simon: Halley gets the shoulder up at 1. Whip by Riot, Riot runs the other direction, they're BOTH going for a cartwheel handspring and the legs are tied up! Comet twisting and contorting to a sort of archway leg lock!! Riot trying to get a twist in and obtain control of the hold, Comet hand-walking toward Riot!! This is insane upper body strength and manipulation, and Riot getting bent back in this hold!!

 

Kendra: The hand-walking is getting closer to the center, Comet trying to break the grip, grabbing at Riot's wrists, Riot trying to dig her nails into Comet's hands, Comet yelps in pain... Riot with a flipping arm drag and back on the run! OH Flapjack by Comet and into an Elevated Crab!

 

Jackson: Strange to see Comet take more of a ground game approach, but it seems that she's recognizing that Riot may well match her otherwise OH RIOT GAINING CONTROL OF HER LEGS AND TURNING THIS INTO A VARIANT ON A DEVIL'S KISS!

 

Simon: Riot rolls to her feet and towards the corner.... and she blows Comet a kiss! What does this mean?

 

Kendra: It means stay down if you don't wanna get rocked Comet clearly wants to get rocked VELVET KISS!!! The pin!!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Vixxen Riot wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNNNNER...... VIXXEN RIIIIIIIOT!

 

Simon: Unexpected debut is sealed with a Kiss, and Vixxen Riot is making it clear that she's much more than Robertos Michael's arm candy. She hops out and scampers to the back, having caused all the chaos she claimed she would.

 

Kendra: Both members of that couple get a win tonight. You love to see it.

 

Jackson: Speaking of couples... here finally after multiple false starts comes the Tag Team Rumble!

 

 

Sheri: I have just been informed, that the following will be a Tag Team GAUNTLET! 

 

Simon: Whatever! Gauntlet, Rumble, let's GO!

 

Sheri: The first two teams will enter the match. When one team is eliminated by pinfall or submission, the next will enter, until all teams have made it to the ring! The winning team will go on to face the MAWL Tag Team Champions at Heart Condition!

 

 

The tron looks like an old news reel and the lights take on a distinctly sepia tone as Betsy and Bessie Bones saunter down with cocktails and fur boas.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! From the Boneyard, Bessie and Betsy... the BONES BROADS!

 

Kendra: They're absolutely butchering a classic here. And if I were Coolio... or even Luciano... I wouldn't stand for it.

 

Jackson: snapping I don't know, I could get behind this.

 

Kendra: Ugh. 

 

Betsy and Bessie snap as they reach the apron and Lindy lifts the rope for them. They take their boas off and finish off their cocktails.

 

 

The lights go out and flicker to the threatening guitar riff. A heavy fog overtakes the arena. As the drums kick in, thunder flashes light up the entire arena in time. Through all of this, two shadows are seen rising.

 

 

Sheri: And the team that drew #2! Representing Estraga Corporation.... VOXX AND EXXO.... THE SIRENS!!

 

The Sirens saunter down the ramp, luring the audience members as they make their way to the ring.

 

Simon: Lexxus OC has made her way through the indies, buying out many of the most beloved indie stars, and the Sea Stars are two of her most dangerous acquisitions. 

 

Kendra: Highly decorated both as a tag team and in singles competition, they do not go down lightly. 

 

The Sirens blow kisses to the audience and enter the ring. Voxx and Bessie send their sisters to the apron and begin the match.

 

Jackson: Voxx with the fish hook in the mouth of Bessie and runs her head into the turnbuckle! Has Bessie in the Siren corner and running a little back, body avalanche! Tag into Exxo, Exxo from the top and fist drop to the throat of Bessie Bones, going for the quick cover-

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Simon: Bessie with the shoulder up, Exxo punches her throat again and lifts her up, whip into the corner NO Bessie reverses and whips Exxo across the ropes, catches her out and POWERSLAM with destructive force! Bessie taking the tour around Exxo with that series of stomps, Exxo protects her head and grabs Bessie's foot, bending back for an ankle lock and trying to reverse their situations but Bessie able to get her body to fall just the right way to tag Betsy in! 

 

Kendra: Betsy charging in, Exxo shuts her right down with a big boot! Exxo to the legs and a Surfboard Stomp. She yanks up Betsy's hair and sits her up, taking a run and going for a seated dropkick... no! Betsy leans back and ducks it! Airball by Exxo! Betsy to her feet and a Russian Leg Sweep. Tag into Bessie and these women got this locked in... GTS by Betsy to Exxo! She keeps Exxo's head held down, we could be heading to the Speakeasy and sure enough Bessie going up... coming down for the Stomp EXXO ROLLS! BESSIE STOMPS BETSY'S LEG!! EXXO ROLLING THEM BONES-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

The Bones Broads are eliminated by The Sirens! (1)

 

Jackson: The sisters are gonna have a lot to talk about as they head back to Gorilla, let's get our next team out here.

 

3. MANIFESTATION OF DEFENESTRATION

 

Simon: THE DRUMS ARE HITTING AND THE WINDOWS ARE OPEN! HERE COME THE MANIFESTATION OF DEFENESTRATION AND THEY ARE WASTING NO TIME PUTTING FIST TO FACE! 

 

Kendra: Only one of them can be legal! Come on Lindy, get it together!

 

Jackson: Perry is gonna be the one to start this off, the short-lived Path Tag Champs aren't going to fall asleep on any more party yachts that's for sure, they are WIDE awake now and Exxo is eating fists like they're a tub of buttery popcorn. Perry hits a combo to the ribs, Irish whip, catches her out with a powerslam. Taking a run and a Frog Splash! Going for a quick pin-

 

Lindy: ONE! 

 

Simon: Exxo with the shoulder up, Perry with an arm drag, taking a run and takes a jump to the ropes, handstand on the top, demonstrating his new moveset, corkscrew moonsault! Perry Air!!! 

 

Linda: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Kendra: Voxx saves her sister just in time with an elbow drop, Perry tags in Gilbert, Gilbert loads up the fist... Exxo to her feet and that was not smart because GLASS CANNON TAKES HER RIGHT OUT! Perry dropkicks Voxx out of the ring!

 

Linda: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

The Sirens are eliminated by Manifestation of Defenestration! (1)

 

Jackson: Good watching each others' backs by both teams, but Manifestation were able to be slightly more on top of it.

 

4. TI-STORM

 

Simon: Thunder was tasked to find a partner, and it looks like John Ti has answered the call, and they're ready to-

 

 

Kendra: Deck of Hearts down here and beating the hell out of John Ti! Thunder has once again been handicapped!

 

Jackson: Thunder faces a choice here, does he go in there for a two on one, does he try to find another partner, or does he just call it here? Oh, he's going after Deck! He's chosen to help out his partner instead of the go for the gauntlet, throwing fists with Utterly Vile, throwing fists with CON. 

 

Kendra: There's a fine line between brave and stupid and Steve straddles that line like a gymnast slipping off a balance beam. But Manifestation are lucky, their challenge just upgraded from Economy to First Class as Rox and Diana are gonna take the place of Steve and John!

 

Simon: Rox in the ring now with Gilbert Glass and Rox just unloading with a kick combo, the Queens of Hearts as they call themselves would love to get a chance to be the new tag champs, they've already got a shot at the Trios Titles but you know that they want more, more, more. Pulling Glass to her, Ripcord Knee. Rox taking the run and she blasts Glass with a dropkick. She takes the run, Springboard and an Elbow Drop. 

 

Jackson: As a result of that court case as we know Deck of Hearts are going to get their own special next week, getting a surprise win in this gauntlet would sure give them a good bit of momentum. 

 

Kendra: Rox has the momentum, she's not even looking over to her corner, she knows this is her time to shine and that she's got this on lock. Taking the run, the cartwheel into the knee drop, going for the cover-

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Jackson: Shoulder up, Rox keeping on it though, she gets Glass up and tilt-a-whirl gutbuster and again going for the cover.

 

Lindy: ONE! T-

 

Simon: Again, almost a two but not quite, she gets him up on her shoulders and Starr Slam but sends him towards his own corner, maybe in her frustration wasn't quite looking where she was aiming, tag to Perry and Perry taking a run up on that top rope, shotgun dropkick sends Rox rolling back, she could go for that tag but deciding still she doesn't need it, hits a dropkick of her own sending Perry rolling back, Rox keeping this veteran team, this honestly champion caliber team on the defense, pulls Perry up and there's that ripcord knee again. Gets Perry's head into a headlock, and she might be going for that Rox-A-Bye oh but Perry fighting to his feet and running powerslam! 

 

Lindy: ONE!

 

Kendra: Shoulder up, it was just a temporary setback for Rox. She's still got this. 

 

Jackson: Perry shrugs it off, not too worried, to the apron and Springboard Shoulder Tackle by Perry sending Rox to her corner and Diana reaching out for a tag, but Rox rolling away from her and towards Perry, perhaps right into his arms and he does catch her into a back body but she lands on her feet and Saito Suplex!! She's going up to the top... we could be getting a Stage Dive right now!

 

Simon: And that chaos is still going on outside the ring between Thunder, Ti, and Deck of Hearts, Thunder and Ti trying to hold court-

 

 

Kendra: Sex Appeal stepping into the chaos, why I have no idea but I love it, oh Daria looking for the sneak attack on Steve and Sex Appeal here to back her up I guess? Steve ducks! Daria superkicks SM!! Sex Appeal and Deck of Hearts battling it out!!!

 

Jackson: Steve sneaks John Ti out of the chaos, a bit too bruised to compete and Steve gets him through the crowd. Steve sticking around though, supporting his friends from Path. 

 

Simon: Rox perhaps a little distracted by her siblings in arms, trying to reorient herself and Stage Dive PERRY ROLLS HER UP!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! 

 

Kendra: She's still able to kick! Tag to Gilbert, and I hate to say it but she may actually need to tag.

 

Jackson: Gilbert with an arm whip, Rox hits one right back, Gilbert brings it right back, Rox with a dropkick, Gil with a dropkick and Rox rolling back to her corner and she may finally be willing to give Diana a shot STEVE PULLS DIANA OFF THE APRON! ROX HAS NO ONE WAITING FOR HER AT HOME, SHE SPINS AROUND GLASS CANNON PUNCH!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Queens of Hearts are eliminated by Manifestation of Defenestration! (2)

 

Simon: Steve turns the tables and immediately escaping to the back and Diana Dresden giving chase. But Manifestation survive a bit longer in this gauntlet. 

 

5. THE YETIS

 

Kendra: Well the unexpected favorites were robbed by Steve Thunder, and I imagine that's gonna play into the next few weeks but right now MOD have to take on Yarp and Yerb, but if history dictates that should be a fairly easy task. 

 

Jackson: But that's based mostly on rumbles and not as much on tag matches, we actually haven't seen a ton of tag matches with the Yetis on the main line, Yarp taking a run and going for that Spear, that Snowplow, Glass jumps it and Yarp catches Yerb by mistake!! Glass rolls Yarp up-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

The Yetis are eliminated by Manifestation of Defenestration! (3)

 

Kendra: I did try to tell you. Not ready for prime time. 

 

Simon: Manifestation certainly taking advantage of a quick mistake, but yeah, this does not make a great argument for the Yetis as Main Roster material. Well, on we go.

 

6. THE IEREMIA BROTHERS

 

Kendra: Another team that'll amount to ultimately nothing.

 

Jackson: You really don't have a lot of love for GHW. 

 

Simon: Bauro in there with Gilbert, Bauro with a big scoop slam. Bauro scoops Gilbert up, running powerslam! The fans behind both these teams as Bauro gets Gilbert to his feet, knee to the ribs of Gilbert and getting him up into that High Crucifix we could be getting a BAUN-T right now NO PERRY WITH A SLIDE KICK AND BAURO DROPS GILBERT, GILBERT LOADING UP THAT FIST ONCE AGAIN, GLASS CANNON NO BAURO GETS THE ARM AND TAG INTO BETERO!

 

Jackson: Already they're doing better than the Yetis, and they're doing it with smiles on their face. Double Russian Leg Sweep by the Brothers. Betero lifts Gilbert up into a bear hug.

 

Simon: This is the very definition of killing with kindness. 

 

Jackson: I hate that you're right, but you sure are onto something. Gilbert desperately trying to reach for a rope or something to make this not a lost cause. Betero bringing them to the center of the ring GILBERT WITH A HEADBUTT! ANOTHER HEADBUTT! BETERO BREAKS THE HOLD! Tag to Perry Payne!

 

Kendra: Perry to the top rope and Riding the Rail! That skating background that leads into that top rope single leg dropkick! Going for the cover-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Simon: The save from Bauro! Betero catching his breath, taking a second but it's a second too long, double bulldog from the top rope by Gilbert Glass!!! Gilbert throws Bauro out the ring, Irish Whip to Betero and the Back Body Drop CAUGHT BY PERRY PAYNE WITH THE CUTTER! THEY JUST SENT HIM OUT THE PROVERBIAL WINDOW WITH THE REALIZATION OF DEFENESTRATION!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

The Ieremia Brothers are eliminated by Manifestation of Defenestration! (4)

 

Kendra: Okay, I'll give them that they did a little bit better than the Yetis.

 

7. PINK SLIPS

 

Jackson: Double low blow by Pink Slips, Amy Pink rolls Gilbert up!

 

Kendra: You do what you gotta do.

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Manifestation of Defenestration are eliminated by Pink Slips! (1)

 

Simon: An impressive run by Manifestation but they're out of this one.

 

8. VELVET VOLTAGE

 

Jackson: The crowd is getting funky, and these two are partying their way right into this one. Amy Pink staring down Parker Johnson, big slap to his face, and Parker Johnson responds with a Roundhouse Kick. He spins in the other direction, gets her with a Back Kick to her ribs, keepin' it going with a spin back again and enzuigiri! 

 

Simon: Parker doesn't take being disrespected well, and Amy Pink just paid for it. She's trying to go for a tag, Parker pulls her right back, springboard and an elbow drop. Tag to Vic, Vic jumps in with that Velvet Thunder Diving Leg Drop!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO!

 

Kendra: Alex Pink in with the elbow drop to break up the pin. Alex rolls out, Vic picks Amy up and Military Press! Lining himself up to get that St. Louis Special... loading it up and getting ready to snap Amy in half... Amy jumps it and hot tag to Alex! Alex runs in with a single leg dropkick. That's how you do teamwork.

 

Jackson: Vic eats it but is quick to his feet and drops her with the lariat. Tag to Parker, Parker coming in off the top, that flip leg drop!!! Velvet Shock!!! Going for the p... oh, looks like we're getting a little bit of a dance break first, I don't think THAT'S a good idea.

 

Simon: I'm inclined to agree with you, Amy dropkicks Vic off the apron, Alex blasting Parker with that Trouble in Paradise, that Faceless kick, and the cover-

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Velvet Voltage are eliminated by Pink Slips! (2)

 

Jackson: That could have been a capstone moment for Velvet Voltage but they had to play around too much. Well, let's see who's next. 

 

9. ADVANCED PLACEMENT

 

Kendra: Their song is "Smartest Girl in the Room" and these two seem to think that about themselves... both known outside the wrestling world for their contributions to edutainment but let's see if it translates to ring action.

 

Simon: Alie Ward directs Emily Axford to Amy on the outside, Alie goes into the ring, Alex with a swinging kick that Alie ducks, gets behind her and that Sleeper Slam! Head of the Class!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Pink Slips are eliminated by Advanced Placement! (1)

 

Jackson: That was a very quick situation. 

 

Kendra: Working smarter, not harder.

 

10. LAZIK

 

Kendra: Looks like Lazer's wasted no time getting her Sex Appeal jacket and making her own sub-team... Thesz press to Alie Ward as Iris deals with Emily Axford outside, oh Axford with a throat punch to Iris, the two going at it with each other, Lazer pushing her thumbs into the eyes of Ward, making some potential business for Iris in the process. That's a good friend.

 

Jackson: Lindy trying to get her off of Alie, Emily gets Iris up on her shoulders, and could be-

 

 

Simon: PLATINUM BLASTS EMILY AXFORD WITH THAT SKULL!

 

Platinum walks over to the announcers' table and extends a rose to Kendra.

 

Kendra: Aw, is this a rose for me? 

 

Platinum nods and gives her a kiss on the cheek. 

 

Jackson: And Alie taken off her guard seeing her partner get taken out, Lazer with the roll-up!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Advanced Placement is eliminated by Lazik! (1)

 

Simon: This was the spot, I assume, that was going to be Lazer and Tarrasque but Lazer's defection to Sex Appeal has already paid dividends. 

 

Jackson: And now Platinum also showing herself to be an ally of Sex Appeal. Who else is going that direction?

 

Simon: Something tells me Kendra is going that direction.

 

Kendra: You're paranoid. But let's see who's coming out for this match.

 

11. P. CRUE

 

Kendra: The first tag champs in MAWL since the belts were unified at this W2 event last year. T. Krip to start for the newcomers, he gets Lazer in the corner and throwing fists, looks like we're getting the 10 count setup-

 

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

 

Simon: Lazer in trouble and Iris still hasn't been able to make it up to the apron, T. Krip with the Krippler Krunch Stunner and tag in to H. Dog!! H. Dog coming around, oh and I think he's doing The Worm!! Yep!! He's showboating but he can make it work as he lands that elbow at the end! 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Lazik is eliminated by P. Crue! (1)

 

Jackson: This team wants to be back in their glory, and they've certainly made their first steps in doing so.

 

12. TASTE OF VICTORY

 

Simon: The pressure cookers from Potato Creek have entered the chat. Tara to start, she's the "Spice" of the team, and she's laying into H. Dog with chops, whipping him across the ring, she catches him out and into an arm drag. Keeping the pressure on, we're looking to possibly get a more standard tag team fare as she tags in Cory, axe handle to the arm. Cory continuing the pressure on that arm, kick up to the bottom of it, pushing with intensity on that shoulder, Fisherman Suplex and going for a quick cover but Faith gets the feet to the rope before the count can start.

 

Kendra: The numbers game is gonna outweigh them, and it's on them for not bringing a third flavor profile out here to protect them. 

 

Jackson: They may still have a shot to do this if they can keep their eyes on the prize, Tara with a baseball slide pushing Faith away, but Dog has Cory on his shoulders, Krip to the top and they could be going for the Crue Cut Krip leaps CORY WITH THE POISON RANA TO DOG! KRIP AIRBALLS AND DOG FACEPLANTS!! CORY ANDERSON OFF THE ROPES AND THAT RUNNING URANAGE!!! DASH OF OREGANO!!! 

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

P. Crue is eliminated by Taste of Victory! (1)

 

Simon: So this is wild, 7 teams have been absolutely waylaid in the back by... it looks like three of them were casualties of El Verdad, three I'm... not sure. But this means we're down to our last team, the only team not to have been involved in that chaos and here they come...

 

FINAL: X-TREME SOCIETY

 

Jackson: THEY JUMP IN WITH DOUBLE CUTTERS! AND A DOUBLE PIN!!

 

Lindy: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Taste of Victory is eliminated by  X-Treme Society! (1)

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners! X-TREME SOCIETY!!

 

Simon: And in the blink of a moment, they get a chance to become two-time champs!

 

Kendra: And this I think, Jackson is this where you need to leave us for the night?

 

Jackson: It is. And Lenny will be coming out to take my place. 

 

 

Lenny: WHAT'S UP FINLAND! I AM STOKED TO BE HERE!

 

Simon: And you're just in time tor us to get to our United States Title Match.

 

Lenny: Let's GO!

 

 

Sheri: The following is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH! And it is for the United States Title!!

 

 

Vain Plato walks to the stage with a montage played on the Platotron5000 of Plato’s most beautiful posing moments. Plato turns his back to the crowd, the arena goes dark and a spotlight appears over him.

 

 

Sheri: First, the Challenger! From Rome, Italy but residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 260 pounds, The Beautiful One! VAIN! PLATO!

 

Plato starts to muscle pose whilst holographic roses appear on the walls. Plato then walks to the ring and the lights turn back on and Plato stands in the center of the ring and begins to gyrate and blows a kiss at the camera.

 

 

Dark blue lighting and dark smoke building up for Martigon to slowly walk through Scott Hall/Penta Jr style.

 

 

Sheri: And the Champion! From Ottawa, Canada, weighing in at 233 pounds, the United States Champion, WICKED DEADLY! MATT! MARTIGON!!

 

Matt holds the belt up to the fans, some of whom cheer. He enters the ring and stares down Vain Plato.

 

The camera pans across a packed arena as the United States Championship gleams at ringside. The crowd is electric, signs waving everywhere as referee Derek Lawson raises the title high above his head.

 

 

Simon Apple: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is for the United States Championship, and with No Holds Barred rules in effect, anything goes!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Matt Martigon thrives in chaos. The more violent things get, the happier he seems."

 

Lenny Cruz: "And Vain Plato? He thinks this title would look better around his waist because, well... he thinks everything looks better on him."

 

The referee presents the championship to both competitors before handing it to ringside. He signals for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!

 

Matt Martigon immediately begins stalking forward from his corner, shoulders loose, that familiar wicked grin already forming on his face.

Across from him, Vain Plato raises an eyebrow.

The challenger smoothly sidesteps away at the last second, avoiding contact entirely.

The crowd immediately rains down boos.

Vain casually strolls to the opposite side of the ring, turning his back to Martigon entirely.

He flexes.

He admires his own biceps.

He adjusts his ponytail.

Then he waves his hand dismissively toward the referee.

Back off.

Not yet.

The boos grow louder.

 

Simon Apple: "Look at this! The bell just rang and Vain Plato is already making this about himself."

 

Lenny Cruz: "Making? Simon, his entire life is about himself."

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is exactly why people can't stand him."

 

Matt simply stands in the center of the ring.

Hands on hips.

Waiting.

The champion shakes his head as if asking himself if this guy is serious.

Vain finally turns around—

WHAM!

MARTIGON NEARLY TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

The impact is so violent Vain Plato flips completely inside out before crashing to the canvas!

The crowd ERUPTS.

 

Simon Apple: "GOOD LORD!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "HE FLIPPED HIM!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Matt just turned Plato inside out!"

 

Vain sits upright immediately, eyes wide behind his sunglasses as he grabs at his face in shock.

Matt slowly grins.

Then—

He puts his hands on his hips.

Turns slightly sideways.

Flexes dramatically.

And waves his hand exactly like Vain did.

The arena explodes in cheers.

 

Simon Apple: "OH NO!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "HE'S MOCKING HIM!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Matt Martigon may have found Vain Plato's greatest weakness—his ego!"

 

Vain's expression twists into pure outrage.

His face reddens.

His jaw clenches.

He rises to his feet—

And charges!

WHAM!

ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!

Vain flips AGAIN!

This time he lands awkwardly on his stomach before rolling onto his back in disbelief.

The crowd is roaring now.

Martigon crouches beside him.

A huge grin on his face.

You can almost hear him.

"GUARANTEED—"

He points at Vain.

"You're not as pretty upside down, buddy."

The crowd laughs.

Matt keeps talking.

"Oh, c'mon! Flex for 'em! Show everybody the merchandise!"

 

Simon Apple: "Martigon is in his element right now!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "He's beating Plato physically and emotionally."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Nobody handles humiliation worse than Vain Plato."

 

Vain's nostrils flare.

His pride has completely overridden his strategy.

He surges back to his feet and charges a third time—

Martigon sidesteps—

Hooks him—

POWERSLAM!

The ring shakes on impact.

Matt immediately hooks the leg.

ONE!

Vain explosively kicks out and rolls straight under the bottom rope to the outside.

The crowd boos loudly as Plato clutches his back and stumbles near the barricade, trying to create distance.

Matt sits in the ring cross-legged, grinning from ear to ear.

 

Simon Apple: "Only a one-count, but Vain Plato has been absolutely dominated in the opening moments."

 

Kendra Mavis: "No Holds Barred means nowhere is safe tonight."

 

Lenny Cruz: "And right now, Vain Plato looks less like an emperor and more like a man who just got hit by a truck."

 

Outside the ring, Vain steadies himself against the barricade, adjusting his sunglasses with trembling hands.

Inside the ring, Matt Martigon slowly rises.

That wicked grin never leaves his face.

The champion has taken control.

But in a No Holds Barred match—

Control can disappear in an instant.

Outside the ring, Vain Plato paces like a caged lion.

No.

A wounded lion.

The challenger slams both palms against the barricade in frustration as the crowd rains boos upon him.

"BOOOOOOO!"

Vain rips off his sunglasses and throws them onto the timekeeper's table.

He runs his hands through his hair.

Checks his reflection in the darkened monitor screen.

Adjusts it again.

Still perfect.

Still furious.

 

Simon Apple: "Vain Plato is unraveling here!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "He's embarrassed. Matt Martigon turned him into a punchline."

 

Lenny Cruz: "And for a man this vain, humiliation hurts more than any move."

 

Inside the ring, Matt Martigon shakes out his shoulders and smirks.

He rolls under the bottom rope and begins stalking toward the challenger.

Matt cracks his neck.

A grin spreads across his face.

He approaches from behind.

 

Matt: "Come on, pretty boy, let's—"

THUD!

 

Vain suddenly snaps backward with a mule kick right between the legs!

The crowd groans collectively.

 

Simon Apple: "OH COME ON!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Right to the midsection!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "That wasn't instinct—that was a plan!"

 

Matt doubles over immediately, dropping to one knee as his face twists in pain.

Vain slowly turns around.

A smug smile creeps across his face.

The boos only grow louder.

 

Simon Apple: "No Holds Barred means legal, but that doesn't make it honorable."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Vain Plato has never cared about honor."

 

Grabbing Matt's right wrist, Vain begins marching him toward the barricade.

CLANG!

Matt's arm crashes into the steel railing.

Again.

CLANG!

Again.

CLANG!

Vain methodically twists the wrist each time, targeting the champion's power arm.

Matt grits his teeth.

Still talking.

Still mouthing off.

But every impact is beginning to take its toll.

 

Lenny Cruz: "Smart strategy."

 

Simon Apple: "Absolutely. Martigon's striking and lifting game depends on that arm."

 

Kendra Mavis: "You take away the right arm, you take away half of Matt Martigon."

 

Vain traps Matt's arm behind his back.

He hooks the shoulder.

Then charges forward—

BANG!

ARM-FIRST INTO THE RING POST!

Matt cries out as his shoulder and arm collide with solid steel.

The champion collapses to the floor and slides against the apron.

The crowd winces.

Vain steps away calmly.

Then—

He poses.

Flex.

Hair adjustment.

Kiss to the imaginary cameras.

The boos are deafening.

 

Simon Apple: "Oh, give me a break."

 

Lenny Cruz: "The man could find a mirror in a cave."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Unfortunately, the strategy is working."

 

Matt sits against the apron, shaking his right hand repeatedly, trying to get feeling back into it.

He's still running his mouth.

Still talking.

Still smirking.

But now he's hurting.

Vain doesn't even acknowledge him.

Instead, Plato strolls toward the timekeeper's area.

His eyes settle on a steel chair.

The crowd erupts.

 

Simon Apple: "Uh oh."

 

Vain grabs the chair and slowly returns toward the champion.

Matt pushes himself up.

Chair in hand, Vain swings—

WHOOSH!

Matt ducks!

The chair narrowly misses the ring post.

Vain catches himself just before impact.

The crowd gasps.

Matt sees his opening.

He lunges forward—

But Plato is faster.

With a sudden flick of the wrists—

THWACK!

Vain throws the chair directly into Matt's face!

The steel bounces off the champion's head—

Spins through the ropes—

And lands perfectly flat in the center of the ring.

The crowd erupts in laughter.

Even Vain pauses.

He slowly looks toward the ring.

Raises both arms.

And acts like he absolutely meant to do it.

 

Simon Apple: "No way he meant that!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "I'm not gonna lie—that was kind of impressive."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Accident or not, it worked!"

 

Matt collapses to one knee, dazed.

Vain wastes no time.

He rushes forward and begins raining down stomps.

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

The champion curls up defensively as Plato viciously drives boot after boot into him near ringside.

The crowd boos relentlessly.

 

Simon Apple: "Vain Plato has completely shifted the momentum!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Matt Martigon came out swinging, but now the challenger is dissecting that right arm and keeping him grounded."

 

Lenny Cruz: "And remember—there are no disqualifications, no count-outs, and no limits. This United States Championship match is only getting uglier."

 

Vain stands over the fallen champion, chest heaving.

Matt Martigon clutches his arm.

The steel chair waits inside the ring.

And for the first time tonight—

The challenger is in control.

Vain Plato remains seated in the corner.

Sweat drips from his brow.

The crowd continues to rain down boos.

Across the ring, Matt Martigon is still recovering, clutching at his injured right arm and flexing his fingers to bring life back into them.

Vain slowly lifts his head.

His eyes dart around the ring.

To Matt.

To the turnbuckles.

Then—

To the steel chair lying in the center of the ring.

A grin spreads across his face.

 

Simon Apple: "Uh oh. I don't like that look."

 

Kendra Mavis: "He's putting something together."

 

Lenny Cruz: "And whenever Vain Plato starts thinking, somebody usually ends up regretting it."

 

Vain suddenly explodes from the corner!

He charges across the ring—

Matt barely turns—

BOOM!

SPINEBUSTER!

The champion bounces violently off the canvas.

Before Matt can even react, Vain grabs him again.

Hooks him.

Lifts—

The crowd rises—

JACKHAMMER!

RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

CLANG!

The chair folds underneath the impact.

The ring shakes.

The audience groans in horror.

 

Simon Apple: "GOOD LORD!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Right onto the chair!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "That's how championships end!"

 

But Vain doesn't cover.

Not yet.

His ego demands more.

The challenger rises and points toward the top rope.

The crowd buzzes.

 

Simon Apple: "No way."

 

Kendra Mavis: "At 260 pounds?!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "He's thinking Shooting Star Press!"

 

Vain climbs.

One rope.

Two ropes.

Top rope.

He steadies himself.

Raises both arms.

Blows a kiss to the crowd—

Mostly to himself.

And leaps.

SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Vain rotates perfectly through the air—

But Matt rolls aside at the very last second!

CRASH!!

Vain lands chest and ribs first onto the steel chair!

The impact is horrific.

The chair collapses further beneath him.

The crowd gasps.

Then Vain's body bounces upward from the force.

He staggers to his feet entirely on instinct.

Arms hanging.

Eyes unfocused.

Matt sees it.

The champion surges forward.

Hooks the head.

Spins—

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL!

The spinning impaler drives Vain into the mat!

The crowd explodes.

Matt collapses beside him, clutching his injured arm.

He tries to hook the leg—

But the right arm simply won't cooperate.

He struggles.

Uses one arm.

Shifts his body weight over.

Referee Derek Lawson slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOO!

Vain Plato barely gets a shoulder up!

The crowd cannot believe it.

 

Simon Apple: "HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "That was inches away from the end!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "If Matt had both arms working, I think we'd have a new chapter in this title reign right now."

 

Matt sits up in disbelief.

He looks at Derek Lawson.

Holds up three fingers.

The referee immediately shakes his head and responds with two.

Only two.

Matt exhales hard and shakes feeling back into his damaged arm.

Flex.

Shake.

Open.

Close.

Trying desperately to wake it up.

The crowd rallies behind the champion.

"MATT! MATT! MATT!"

Slowly, Martigon rises.

He rolls his shoulder.

Still hurting.

Still fighting.

He walks over toward the barely-moving Vain Plato.

The champion reaches down—

Grabs him by the head—

But suddenly—

Vain springs to life!

He hooks the arm.

Threads the leg.

Lifts—

And drives Matt down with—

THE MERCHANDISE!

The ring erupts from the impact.

Both men lie motionless.

Vain clutches his ribs from the failed Shooting Star Press.

Matt stares blankly at the lights.

The crowd roars.

 

Simon Apple: "THE MERCHANDISE OUT OF NOWHERE!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "But Vain can't capitalize!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "The damage from that chair and the missed Shooting Star took too much out of him!"

 

Vain rolls onto his side in agony.

Matt struggles to breathe.

Neither man can reach the other.

Neither man can stand.

The United States Championship hangs in the balance—

And after everything these two have done to each other—

The end still isn't here.

Both men remain down.

The crowd inside the arena rises to its feet.

A standing ovation for the punishment these two have endured.

United States Championship gold rests at ringside.

No Holds Barred.

No mercy.

No quit.

Only survival.

 

Simon Apple: "I honestly don't know who's got anything left."

 

Kendra Mavis: "This stopped being a wrestling match a long time ago."

 

Lenny Cruz: "This is about pride now. About who can endure more."

 

Matt Martigon lies on his back, chest heaving.

Across the ring, Vain Plato slowly stirs.

A hand moves.

Then an elbow.

Then a knee.

The challenger is the first man moving.

The crowd boos immediately.

 

Simon Apple: "Vain Plato is up first!"

 

Vain winces, clutching his ribs from the missed Shooting Star Press.

He stumbles toward Matt.

Hair disheveled.

Chest red from punishment.

But his ego?

Still intact.

He grabs the champion by the head and drags him toward the corner.

Matt barely resists.

He's spent.

Vain begins climbing.

One rope.

Two ropes.

Dragging Matt with him.

The crowd grows louder.

 

Kendra Mavis: "No… no, don't tell me…"

 

Vain carefully positions Matt on the top turnbuckle.

The audience gasps.

 

Lenny Cruz: "A top rope Merchandise?!"

 

Simon Apple: "This could end Matt Martigon's title reign right here!"

 

Vain hooks the arms.

Gets the position.

Everything is ready.

Everything—

Except Vain Plato cannot help himself.

He pauses.

Turns his head toward the hard camera.

Runs a hand through his hair.

Flexes.

Blows a kiss.

The crowd erupts in boos.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Not now! Why now?!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "Because he's Vain Plato!"

 

That split second is all Matt Martigon needs.

His eyes snap open.

The champion fires elbows with his good arm.

One!

Two!

Three!

Vain loses his balance—

Matt hooks the head—

The crowd rises to their feet—

OH MY GOD!!

TOP ROPE CHAOTIC NEUTRAL!!

Matt launches himself from the turnbuckles—

Spinning through the air—

And DRIVES Vain Plato into the canvas!

The impact is catastrophic.

Vain bounces and slides nearly three-quarters of the way across the ring.

The crowd absolutely explodes.

 

Simon Apple: "HOLY—TOP ROPE CHAOTIC NEUTRAL!!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "HE JUST KILLED HIM!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "BUT LOOK AT MATT'S LEG!"

 

Matt screams out immediately.

His left leg buckles awkwardly beneath him on the landing.

The champion grabs at it in agony.

The damage done to himself nearly matching what he delivered.

Both men are down again.

The referee begins checking both competitors.

 

The crowd chants:

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

 

Matt grits his teeth.

He begins crawling.

One arm.

One knee.

Dragging himself inch by inch across the canvas.

Vain doesn't move.

Matt finally reaches him.

No hook of the leg.

No dramatic cover.

Just one exhausted hand placed over Vain's chest.

Referee Derek Lawson slides in.

The arena falls silent.

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NOOOOOOO!!

Vain Plato's shoulder barely rises from the mat.

The crowd gasps louder than at any point all night.

 

Simon Apple: "THAT WAS THREE! I SWEAR THAT WAS THREE!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "I don't know how Vain Plato is still alive!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "That may be the closest two-count I've ever seen!"

 

Matt doesn't argue.

Doesn't complain.

Doesn't even look at the referee.

He simply nods.

As if he already knows.

One more.

The crowd slowly rises once again.

Matt pulls himself upright.

His injured arm hangs at his side.

His leg barely supports him.

But he stands.

Then he grabs Vain Plato by the hair.

Dragging him up too.

The challenger can barely remain vertical.

The bent steel chair still lies nearby.

A reminder of everything these men have endured.

Matt looks at it.

Looks at Vain.

Then grins.

That wicked grin.

The crowd begins to roar.

 

Matt: "GUARANTEED—"

 

He hooks the head.

Spins—

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL!!

RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

CLANG!!

The ring shakes.

The crowd erupts into absolute bedlam.

Vain Plato doesn't move.

Matt collapses over him.

This time hooking with everything he has left.

Referee Derek Lawson drops down.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!

The arena explodes

 

Matt Martigon wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and STILL United States Champion... THE WICKED DEADLY!!! MATT MARTIGON!!!!

 

Simon Apple: "HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "MATT MARTIGON RETAINS THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "What a war! What a fight! These two left pieces of themselves in this ring tonight!"

 

Matt remains draped over Vain for several seconds.

Too exhausted to celebrate.

Too battered to stand.

Referee Derek Lawson finally helps hand him the United States Championship.

The crowd rises as one.

Matt slowly gets to his feet.

He clutches the title against his chest.

Bruised.

Broken down.

Still champion.

He limps toward the nearest camera.

A swelling under one eye.

Blood on his lip.

Pain in every step.

And yet—

That grin remains.

Matt leans forward into the lens.

Breathing heavily.

 

And with his final ounce of strength, he says:

"Violent… vile… and viral… JUST HOW I DREW IT UP."

The crowd erupts one last time as the champion raises the United States Championship high above his head.

 

Kendra: And we're not even CLOSE to done here. 

 

 

WildFire is Backstage in Gorilla Position kneeling as if Prayer, eyes closed slowly breathing in and out.

 

Breathe in.

Breathe Out.

Breathe in.

Breathe Out.

 

 

Adara waits patiently

 

Breathe in.

Breathe Out.

Breathe in.

Breathe Out.

 

Adara jumps up and down excitedly punching the air.

 

Breathe in.

Breathe Out.

Breathe in.

Breathe Out.

 

Adara : “You ready Freddy?  Gods I missed this ! Nothing like this anywhere else. Like dying and being reborn over and over again !!!”

 

Adara slaps her hands together twice

 

Adara : “What a crowd!! What a Crowd!! So LOUD !!!!” She slaps her right thigh with her right hand twice.

 

Adara clenches both her fists, pumping them up and down in front of her: Let’s Go !!! Let’s Go !!! Nothing Better !! Best of the Best !!””

 

WildFire opens his eyes and stands up.

 

WildFIre : “Nothing's better than Family.”

 

Adara : “Finally, ya ready Babe?”

 

WildFire shakes his head affirmative  : “I’ll Kick down the Door !!!”

 

Adara : “And I’ll Break down the Walls”

 

Together : “Let’s Wreck this House !!!”

 

WildFire heads out to the ring.

 

 

The crowd gets to their feet.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a TLC Match! And it is for both the Ether and the Crimson Rite Titles!!

 

 

Fireworks go off all around the stage. Titantron reads "12 out of 10! 8 stars out of 5! The Greatest Ether Champion Ever!" WildFire comes out on the apron and raises his fist in the air.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST! The Ether Champion! From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds... WILDFIRE!!!!

 

 

Lenny: I wasn't expectin' the crowd to be feelin' WildFire but honestly dude's put in his time here, he does deserve to get his flowers.

 

 

Kendra: I hope it doesn't make him soft.

 

Lenny: Why would it make him soft?

 

Kendra: You start listening too much to these peoples' opinions, you don't want to disappoint them, you risk your own progress for pathos.

 

 

Simon: Somehow I don't see that happening with this family.

 

Adara pauses waiting for his entrance to be over before her entrance music starts and she heads out strutting to the music and heading to the ring.

 

 

Sheri: And his partner, in life and in this match, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.... ADARA ROSE!!!

 

WildFire smiles and holds the ropes open for Adara as she walks down. 

 

Kendra: Aw. How sweet.

 

"Main event atmosphere. Crowd buzzing. Suddenly— Lights cut. Total darkness. For 3 seconds… nothing. Then the opening mechanical pulse of “I Am Machine” starts.

 

 

Low. Metallic. Cold.

 

As the first heavy guitar riff hits—

WHITE strobe blast.

The titantron glitches.

Static.

 

Then the skull-and-swords logo slams onto the screen in blood-red.

 

Smoke floods the stage.

“Here I stand, helpless and left for dead…”

 

Dim red spotlights reveal two silhouettes standing side by side.

 

Still. Unmoving. Like statues. When the first chorus hits— FULL LIGHT BURST.

 

 

Sheri: The opponents! First - at a combined weight of 449 pounds, Alpha Kyle Harris, the Crimson Rite Champion Aerial Assassin Shawn Harris... THE! FORGOTTEN! BROTHERS!

 

Red and white strobes sync with the drums.

 

They step forward at the exact same time.

Slow. Measured. Dominant.

No playing to the crowd.

No arrogance.

Just violence waiting to happen.

Camera low angle shot.

Boots hitting the ramp in sync with the beat.

The Crimson Warlord has the hood slightly up.

The Silver Executioner cracks his neck once.

Crowd chanting over the chorus:

“FOR-GOT-TEN!”
“FOR-GOT-TEN!”

 

Simon: You can't help but think that there is a world in which these two are walking to their own demise.

 

Lenny: sarcastically OH. That would be awful. 

 

As the second chorus hits—

Red pyro bursts upward behind them.

Smoke erupts around the stage.

Camera pans behind them showing the massive crowd.

They don’t look back.

They split.

Kyle Harris slides under the bottom rope.

Shawn Harris steps over the top rope slowly.

They meet in the center.

Stand shoulder to shoulder.

Music hits final chorus.

On the final “I AM MACHINE” scream—

They raise their fists slowly.

Lights flicker red.

Music cuts suddenly.

Silence.

They stare into the hard cam.

No emotion.

 

The arena goes black.

Not dark.

Black.

The opening chant begins — low and distant, like wind moving through caverns.

 

 

On the stage screen, ancient stone doors appear. Massive. Cracked. Covered in skull carvings and jagged obsidian markings. The image flickers like it’s being recorded from somewhere it shouldn’t be.

The drums begin.

Slow.

Heavy.

With each drumbeat, the stone doors on the screen tremble slightly.

The LED ramp transforms into cracked volcanic earth. Faint red light pulses beneath the “cracks,” as if something molten lives underneath.

A deep rumble fills the arena.

Then—

The stone doors on the screen begin to open.

Not quickly.

Agonizingly slow.

As the gap widens, a violent red inferno glows from within. Smoke begins pouring out of the stage itself, thick and rolling forward like a living thing.

When the first guitar scream hits—

Real fire erupts along the outline of the stage doors.

And they are revealed.

Standing inside the open gates.

 

 

Mal Sangre in the center, silhouetted by fire. His body marked in dark crimson streaks across his chest and shoulders, like ritual offerings. The obsidian pendant rests against him like a seal of authority.

He stands completely still.

Like a judge waiting.

To his left, emerging from the shadows of the “gate,” Sombras steps forward slowly. His skeletal mask reflects the red light like polished bone. The darkness around him seems deeper than the rest of the stage — almost absorbing the firelight.

He tilts his head unnaturally with the drumbeat.

One snap.

One drum.

One breath.

To the right, Tragedeigh stands with her cracked mask held at her side. The fracture glows faintly red from the backlight. Her arms are smeared in streaks of dark red, not neat war paint — chaotic, smeared, intentional.

 

Sheri: From the Ancient Tomb of Forgotten Kings... accompanied by Tragedeigh... The Vessel of Wrath MAL SANGRE... The Phantom of Shadows SOMBRAS.... LA SAAAAAANGRE MALDIIIIITA!

 

The chant grows louder.

Mal Sangre takes his first step forward.

The LED floor beneath him glows brighter with each step, as if the ground is heating from his presence.

Behind them, the “Gates of Mictlán” fully open — revealing nothing but blinding red flame and swirling smoke.

 

Mal Sangre: “Hemos cruzado.”

 

Sombras, voice low and hollow: “Y no hay regreso.”

 

Tragedeigh lifts her cracked mask slightly, eyes burning toward the hard cam.

 

Tragedeigh: “El inframundo camina con nosotros.”

 

The breakdown hits.

As they descend the ramp, columns of fire erupt in staggered bursts — not symmetrical, not clean — violent and chaotic like a world collapsing.

Halfway down, the lights flicker violently.

For a brief second—

The trio disappears in darkness.

When the lights snap back red, they are several steps closer.

No transition seen.

Inside the ring, the ritual completes.

Mal Sangre steps through the ropes and immediately drops to one knee at center ring. He presses his palm to the mat. The LED ring apron glows like flowing lava circling the canvas.

Sombras climbs the turnbuckle — but instead of posing, he spreads his arms slowly as if blocking the exit behind them. The red light behind him forms the illusion of shadowed wings stretching across the arena walls.

Tragedeigh stands in the center and slowly raises her cracked mask.

The music reaches its heaviest, most violent chorus.

The arena floor LEDs shift.

The ring ropes begin glowing red — not literal flame, but pulsing, fiery veins running through them.

The screen behind them shows the Gates of Mictlán slowly closing.

Tragedeigh places the cracked mask against her face.

Mal Sangre rises.

Sombras drops from the turnbuckle.

They stand in the center of the ring.

Foreheads touching.

The screen doors slam shut behind them with a thunderous boom.

All arena lights cut out.

Only the ring remains illuminated in deep, infernal red.

They separate.

Each facing a different side of the arena.

Like guardians of the threshold.

The chant fades into silence.

And on the screen, carved in stone:

 

NO HAN ENTRADO…

HAN REGRESADO.

 

Kendra: They haven't entered. They have returned. They bring the Rubicon energy with them and desire nothing more than to drop us into Hell.

 

Lenny: And we're not even done with the spooky.

 

The lights go back out. Sounds of clocks and owls and crows can be heard throughout the arena. Glowing red smiley faces flash in and out around the arena.

 

 

Sheri, taking the feedback from her spouse Ash, puts her microphone down as she knows it's off. The song extends the ticking portion as Rena Terror enters, microphone in hand.

 

 

Rena: And so we enter a dusty attic, filled with Forgotten Relics. 

 

Rena points to each pair in the ring.

 

Rena: Forgotten. Forgotten. Forgotten.

 

Sombras and Mal Sangre. You come from a whole world of forgotten rulers, and it is folly to think that your fate would be any different than anyone else within, that the tomb is not forever your home. But it goes deeper than that, does it not. Mal Sangre - you clearly have forgotten what Sombras did at the first sign that you were not destined for invincibility. Your "brother" chased relevance and discarded your bloodline and it was only when it failed, only when the standards had been so irrevocably corrupted that La Sangre Maldita allowed some title-parasite into your ranks, that he realized how homesick he was and tricked you into coming back. Further, you have forgotten who was there for you even when you struggled to win. You walked out on a family that shared your love of blood because your brother said it was okay to come home and forget what he had done to you. For this, you have sealed your own undoing. 

 

Kyle and Shawn Harris. You wear "Forgotten" with pride, almost as if you were surprisingly aware and insightful about your lot in life, as if you were already resigned to your inevitable fate. However, that would be far too generous of your capacities to assume that level of insight, so I am left to assume that you have unwittingly foretold your own fate. Look upon the headstone that you have created for yourselves and weep, for when that title has been wrested from your possession and you are left with only your broken body folding into its own nothingness will you realize how right you have been about this one singular quality. 

 

Adara Rose. You wear "Forgotten" and are even less aware than the Harris brothers. Few if any fans in this arena the last time you have properly suited up. You conduct a reunion tour for an audience that tolerates it only for the pathos of what you as a woman have endured by dealing with disgusting men while being married to mediocre ones. No one in this audience can name your signature move. You are a relic, a Christmas present from a great-aunt that thinks that kids still play with wooden trains that the child then grins and says "thank you" while mentally cataloguing the many ways this toy can be destroyed. 

 

And WildFire. Look around you. Look at the company you keep in the ring currently. Forgotten. Forgotten. Forgotten. Your name is only moments from being added to that list. Your career, your legacy, will be buried in a nice little plot next to your wife's. And the team holding that shovel. The team that will return all the relics to their boxes and will fashion a nice new one for the nice new relic...well, one half is yours truly, die Stimme der Nacht, Rena Terror. And the other half, from the deepest darkest corners of your mind, from the forest that has been fed by the blood of those whose legacies were buried before yours, weighing in at 355 pounds and the crushing heft of your childrens' lingering tears, resentments, and disappointments in their failures of parents which will send them into a lifetime of therapy and likely substance abuse.... he is der Blutsammler. 

 

The keyboards kick back in.

 

He. Is. RADE.

 

 

Rade steps onto the apron and sprays blood upwards, which causes a rain that Rena bathes in. They walk down to the ring, lit by a glowing mask that Rena carries on a pole. 

 

Once they make it to the apron, Rade lifts Rena and places her on the apron, then steps on himself and steps over the rope. In the center of the ring, he once again creates a rain of blood that Rena bathes in. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Rade with a Harris brother in each hand and he just TOSSES them over the rope. WildFire and Adara on each side of Rena trading punches to her head like they're playing ping pong, I don't think they were too fond of her little rant.

 

Simon: Rade turning his attentions to Sombras, reaching for his neck but Sombras ducks and a Springboard, jumping up and going for a bulldog but Rade lets him go down alone, Mal Sangre spins Rade around and just throwing haymakers into his ribs. Rena finally gets her wits about her and ducks the punches, but Wild and Adara on the same page and able to stop before they punch each other, changing course and a double hammer blow to Rena means she still doesn't avoid them. 

 

Lenny: The Harrises back onto the apron, up to the top rope and springboard stereo dropkick gets Rade in the back! Crazy tandemizing! 

 

Kendra: I would have gotten a ladder if I were them, there's still titles to grab, but Rena may be right that they're not blessed with an abundance of brains. Adara on the other hand is showing some brain, and looks like she's telling Wild, I got this, go grab a ladder. Wild rolling to the outside as Adara continues to unload on Rena Terror, getting her up and a brutal Fire Driver. 

 

Lenny: The Harrises on that brother love train, they got their target on Wild! We're goin' flying!! 

 

Simon: Double suicide dive, Wild able to avoid it and both Harrises crash into the barricade. Wild starting to pull the ladder out where the hell did Sombras come from!! And why am I surprised by it? 

 

Kendra: Yeah, how much do you call these people? But Sombras to your point with a corkscrew plancha knocks Wild back and the ladder is dislodged from his hands. 

 

Lenny: He's a magic man! 

 

Simon: Sangre with his hands around the waist of Rade, looks like we're going for a ride with a German Suplex and he's able to crumple his former partner OH Rena spins him around and a chair to his face! Rade rolls out as Rena continues to wail on Mal Sangre. Wild to his feet, taking a look for the ladder and the Harrises run him down with it! Ladder slid into the ring, Rade smashes the heads of the Brothers together before they can capitalize on it, Sombras back in the ring with that trademark he is where he wants to be whether it makes sense for him to be there. 

 

Kendra: Sombras setting up the ladder, Adara shotgun dropkicks him right into the face of it! Adara shooting a look out to Wild, that married life communication that lets just a look do the talking, Wild setting up a table... oh he has another idea....pulls a pouch from behind the stairs and of course, it's tacks! He pours some over the table...and some under as well!! Look back to Adara, Adara pulls Sombras by the neck up the ladder!!

 

Lenny: She's not going for the snatch and grab, she's going for the smash and stab!!

 

Simon: Adara to the top, SUPERPLEX OUT OF THE RING THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!

 

Adara gives a Flair "WOOO", which causes Wild to smile despite himself for a moment. 

 

Kendra: MAL SANGRE SUICIDE DIVE!!! HE CLEARLY HATES LOVE!!! 

 

Lenny: Rade hates hating love, he tosses Mal Sangre over the barricade OH SOMBRAS WITH A LOW BLOW!

 

Simon: Rena sees the opportunity, she's going up to make that climb on the ladder, right now it's an open field but the Harrises on the apron, giving Rena a little more opportunity to climb.

 

Lenny: IT'S A TRAP!

 

Kendra: She makes it to the top, Double Dropkick by the Harrises to the ladder and Rena is out of the ring!! She's on the entire other side from the rest of the action, but with her head hitting the barricade, that free and clear space isn't going to do much of much. The Harrises setting up the ladder and they may well be ready to put this one away! 

 

Lenny: But if they're both up there then who'll protect em? Just kidding I hope they fall. 

 

Simon: But you've made a very solid point... typically one person should stand guard, but both brothers are at the top and they are ready to unlatch...wait, it looks like some argument about the nature of what that's going to look like, both men want the Ether Belt, they clearly see the Crimson Rite belt as the lesser prize, and neither brother willing to defer!

 

Kendra: Kyle finally relinquishing the hold HE PUNCHES SHAWN! HE PUNCHES SHAWN AGAIN! THE BROTHERS ARE BRAWLING RADE BOOTS THE LADDER! BOTH BROTHERS BACK TO THE OUTSIDE!!! WILDFIRE AND ADARA HIT THEM BOTH WITH BOOM 2S!!!

 

Lenny: Couples who Boom together Bloom together!! 

 

Simon: Mal Sangre kicks the steps and separates them... RADE DOUBLE 7 FEET UNDER TO THE HARRIS BROTHERS ON THAT BOTTOM HALF OF THE STEPS AND I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY INTEND TO MAKE IT THE REST OF THE CARD!!

 

Kendra: We've already had DOH removed from the Signal Tag Titles Match due to their actions in that Brawl, and now it's possible the Harris Brothers will also be removed from that conversation MAL SANGRE TAKES THOSE STEPS TO THE TOP ROPE AND HE DIVES THEM RIGHT INTO THE HARRIS BROTHERS!!!

 

Lenny: The closest I could think of to that is the Hulk Rock Smash from Marvel vs Capcom 2, but the gurneys are being wheeled out and I think the Harris Brothers may be done for tonight! See ya!

 

Simon: Mal takes those stairs and launches them at Rade NO! RADE MOVES AND SOMBRAS EATS STEP! RADE WITH THE 7 FEET UNDER TO MAL! WILDFIRE SPRINGBOARD BOOM2 TO RADE!!!

 

Kendra: Adara already starting to climb up the ladder, and WildFire rolls in the ring to join her... it's a Clear Path!!! They unhook the belts!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!

 

WildFire and Adara Rose win!

 

 

Sheri: Here are your winners!! The retaining Ether Champion WILDFIRE!! And the NEEEEEEW Crimson Rite Champion ADARA ROSE!!!

 

Kendra: We have, perhaps for the first time, married champions, and what a way to get there. The Springboard Boom2 taking Rade out of the equation. The Stair Attack taking the Harris Brothers out of the arena. 

 

Simon: And now Lesnar taking Rena out of the stadium area!!

 

 

Kendra: He wants his wife to come home. He could do it differently than that though. 

 

Simon: And I'm being told that Lesnar and Rade will meet in our first Madness of the year, the fallout show from Heart Condition. And if Lesnar happens to get the belt in the Four Chambers Match, it will be put on the line in that matchup. 

 

Lenny: But that's like three weeks away still. We still got a lot rockin' and rollin' tonight, so let's keep the party poppin! 

 

Simon: I will say, maybe slightly less rockin' and rollin', the team Fire University was also flattened by...some chaos... and the Signal Titles will not be defended tonight, means that the MAWLIWOOD Blondes effectively get a bye, next defense at Heart Condition. 

 

Kendra: So one tag title remains intact, but arguably the more important tag title is up next. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is for the MAWL Tag Team Championships!

 

The lights turn a deep red and fire plumes shoot at the entrance and from the ringposts.

 

 

Guinevere and Morgan Maverick pose back to back, looking arrogantly at the sky, in the doorway. Fire surrounds and outlines them.

 

 

Sheri: FIRST, the Challengers!! Representing Zora Luthor International, Guinevere and Morgan Maverick... the Fabulous Firebirds!

 

They strut down to boos as fire trails behind them along the ramp sides, almost like a pair of capes.

 

Kendra: Guinevere had the briefest taste of World Championship glory last year but now she is looking to prove with Morgan that a fully unleashed Firebird cannot be stopped. 

 

The Firebirds hop the ropes and give a pair of Dark Phoenix poses in the center of the ring, with one final plume of fire shooting up behind them. 

 

The arena is suddenly swallowed by darkness. The energy from the crowd fades into a tense silence as every light in the building shuts off. Only the faint hum of electricity can be heard. The sound of an ominous crow echoes through the arena. The screen flickers to life with the image of a dimly lit fortune teller’s table. A mysterious fortune teller, draped in shadowy veils and surrounded by candlelight, slowly flips a tarot card—revealing The Death Card. Smoke swirls around her as the haunting melody of “Oblivion” by Lo Key begins to play.

 

 

 The beat grows louder and darker, syncing with the rhythmic pulse of lights flickering in the arena. Jacen Tarot steps into view, from the darkness. The only light follows him from behind, casting a long, eerie shadow across the stage. He wears a black leather jacket.

 

 

Hand in hand we walk with you now. 

 

Jacen stands at the top of the ramp with his arms out in a T position as he tilts his head slightly.

 

Oblivion accept us now, Forgive us for all that we are. 

 

Suddenly, the song loops these lines twice more fully. On the third loop of "With You Now" the song suddenly cuts and kicks into:

 

 

Gozu rises from under the stage, with Jacen ending up on his shoulders.

 

 

They both raise the titles.

 

Sheri: And the champions!! At a combined weight of 565 pounds, the Heretic Jacen Tarot and the Patron Saint of Pain Gozu!

 

Gozu walks them both down the ramp as the fire plumes continue. 

 

Simon: Both of these men exceed 6 feet on their own and are championship caliber. The Firebirds should not leave disappointed when they leave empty handed. 

 

At the ring, Gozu launches Jacen over the ropes and Jacen lands on his feet. Gozu rolls under, and meets Jacen in the middle of the ring, where they both raise their belts high.

 

Kendra: Come on Simon, you're writing the Firebirds off way too quickly.

 

Chants of "Gozu's gonna kill you" fill the arena. 

 

Lenny: These fans know what's up. 

 

Classic Jenny holds the belts up.

 

 

Lenny: You know what Kendra, loser buys the winner a coffee, I think there's no way Gozu and Jacen leave her without the belts.

 

Kendra: You're on little man. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Gozu and Guinevere to start. Gozu pulls Guinevere in for an early ripcord, but she's ready for him and pokes him in the eyeholes, Spinning Heel Kick to the side of his head. Gozu a little startled and Guinevere follows with a clothesline and he goes d...NO not quite! Still manages to stay on his feet.

 

Lenny: Did he just Dikembe her?? 

 

Kendra: That was definitely the "no no no" finger wag and a blasting headbutt by Gozu roils Guinevere. Gets her by the neck, this one is academic, Sky High Chokeslam! Damn! 

 

Lenny: So I like my latte with rasp-oh! Morgan jumps in with a double axe-no! He catches her by the neck and Sky High Chokeslam to Morg- Guin with the low blow OH that looks like it hurt her more than him and he drops Morgan ON Guinevere!

 

Simon: They get themselves towards the rope, Guinevere escapes the pin and on the apron, missile dropkick to Gozu! Guinevere to the top, Gozu boots the corner pole with enough force to shake it and Guinevere loses her balance! He catches her and Powerbomb! Dragging her by the hair to his corner like a trophy buck, he tags in Jacen, backbreaker to Guinevere and Jacen enters from atop with a legdrop! Going for a cover-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TW-

 

Kendra: She's not out yet! Shoulder up! Tarot with a Piledriver! Dammit, get up!

 

Lenny: Tarot taking a quick run, and looks like you're girl's gonna get extinguished, there's an elbow drop by the Heretic.

 

Simon: Pulls her up, and looking like a snap suplex... oh he changed course midway and a facebuster! 

 

Lenny: That's so smart. Far too many people launch their opponent towards a tag without realizing it, Tarot keeps Guinevere in enemy territory. Tag back into Gozu, he pops her back up to another Powerbomb. Tossing her into his corner, Kesagiri, the man has a plan! 

 

Kendra: They should be so proud of themselves manhandling this poor woman.

 

Simon: This is tag wrestling. This is what she signed up for. Gozu with another series of Kesagiris, tag back to Jacen, the champs showing great chemistry here, a punch to Guinevere, a second punch Guinevere stumbling out of the corner and Jacen with the Enzuigiri! Tag back to Gozu, Gozu pulls her up into a sitting position and bionic elbows to the head, taking a run and shotgun dropkick. Pulling her up and looks like the Full Nelson is locked in, we could be getting a Devil's Descent to put this one to bed NO GUINEVERE REVERSES INTO AN OPERATION DRAGON!!!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Kendra: Get ready for the comeback, gentlemen! 

 

Lenny: Guinevere looking to use her newfound freedom to do possibly the smartest thing she's done in this match, diving for the tag GOZU GETS HER LEGS! HE STOPS HER JUST SHORT! WHEELBARROW GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Guinevere is in so much trouble!!! Jacen gets her and Devil's Drop DDT on the apron!! He rolls her in and as I was saying about my coffee order-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Kendra: MORGAN SAVES! She needs to get out of the ring so Guinevere can tag! Gozu hit a bone-rattling scoop slam, going to the top rope, coming down for a splash POSSUM ROLL-UP BY GUINEVERE!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! T-

 

Simon: Gozu rolls out, but it gives enough runway for Guinevere, FLAMING KICK NO GOZU CATCHES AND SAITO SUPLEX!! He scoops her up by the hair, she throat punches him and Baby Spinebuster! Springboard Frog Splash! Going for the cover-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE!

 

Lenny: Gozu with that roll-up swagger!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO!

 

Kendra: She's not dead yet, but she's gotta get out there. 

 

Lenny: Gozu and Tarot doing just too great a job keeping the ring separate, keeping her away from the corner, and Gozu tagging Tarot back in, throwing Guinevere back-first into his corner, Tarot taking a run and splash, Guinevere jumps and O'Connor Roll!!

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! 

 

Simon: Tarot kicks, but kicks away in a way that makes it impossible to stop the tag again, here comes Guinevere and the tag into Morgan Maverick! Morgan with a discus lariat to Tarot, running boot to Gozu taking him off the apron, loading up the football tackle and absolutely blasts Tarot!! 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! T-

 

Lenny: Hell yeah Tarot! Wasn't in the cards for Morgan! 

 

Kendra: Morgan keeping the pressure in with an Inverted Atomic Drop and quick Fireman's Carry! She gets Tarot's legs into a Crab, he kangaroo kicks her away with little effort, pushing her backward and pulls her with the Devil's Drop DDT!! Cover-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO!! T-

 

Simon: Guinevere breaks the pin! Enough in the tank to keep the team alive! Tarot swings around and right into the Flaming Kick!!! Morgan capitalizes-

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Lenny: Gozu pulls Tarot to the ropes and out of the ring! Morgan and Guinevere look at each other, both taking a run.... DOUBLE SUICIDE PHOENIX SPLASH TAKES OUT THE CHAMPS! Okay, I gotta give them that. Rolling Tarot into the ring, Gozu tries to hold back Morgan-

 

 

Lenny: PHYSIO JOKER HAS A 24-PACK OF CHUNGADE IN HAND AND HE SMASHES IT IN THE BACK OF GOZU!!! TAROT'S DECK JUST GOT SPLIT!!! BURNING HAMMER TO TAROT BY MORGAN! MORGAN GETS GUINEVERE ON HER SHOULDERS, ASSISTED PHOENIX SPLASH!!! THE BURN'S NEST!!! 

 

Classic Jenny: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Kendra: NEW CHAMPS! AND I'M GETTING A COFFEE!

 

The Fabulous Firebirds win by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, AND THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... GUINEVERE! MORGAN MAVERICK! THE FABULOUS FIREBIRDS!!!

 

Lenny: Forget getting Wang Chunged, Gozu got Chung Whanged. And he still has two matches that he has to fight, but Physio Joker has gotten his revenge for Gozu costing him the Inferno belt. 

 

Simon: Somehow I don't think he's satisfied with that. 

 

Kendra: I think you might be right... hey... where the hell did Gozu go? 

 

Simon: I hate when he does this... oh, he's up on the Scaffold! And it looks like he's got Lynx!!!

 

 

Simon: Our next match is set to be the Eurasian Title Scaffold Match, and he's pointing to Sheri to make the call.

 

Lenny: Ain't gonna be much of a match. 

 

 

Sheri: The following is the Scaffold Match! The winner is the one who throws their opponent off the Scaffold. And it is for the Eurasian Title!

 

Gozu throws Lynx off the Scaffold into a light fixture!

 

Sheri: And your winner, and the NEW EURASIAN CHAMPION, GOZU!

 

 

Simon: He wanted to get the job done before Physio could ruin this for him too-oh Physio is at the base of the Scaffold!!! What the... what the hell is he doing?? 

 

Kendra: Looks like he's unscrewing the Scaffold, all it takes is a one side out of place DOWN GOES GOZU AND HE TOO SMASHES INTO A LIGHT FIXTURE!!!

 

Lenny: He may not have cost him the Eurasian Title, but I don't think Gozu is going to be cleared for the Legacy Title Match! 

 

Kendra: I think you may be right. That's three title shots, and Gozu is gonna have to end the night only successful for one of them. We'll have to see how this impacts the remainder of the night, which as it is now, is the Legacy Title, the Tournament, and the match up next... the Infernal Crown Title!

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is a Last Man Standing Match! And it is for the Infernal Crown!!!

 

 

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.

 

 

Sheri: First, the Challenger! From Amsterdam, the Netherlands, weighing in at 200 pounds.... WONDERWOLF!!!

 

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

 

 

The camera settles on the announce desk as the Infernal Crown Championship rests on display at ringside.

 

Simon Apple: "Before we get started with tonight's Infernal Crown Championship Last Man Standing Match, let's take a moment to appreciate the lineage of this championship."

 

Kendra Mavis: "You mean the championship you're about to spend the next twenty minutes romanticizing?"

 

Simon Apple: "History matters, Kendra. Originally this championship was known as the Men's World Title. Sherman the Vermin carried it before losing it to Schmetterling."

 

Lenny Cruz: "Who then went on one of the longest reigns we've ever seen."

 

Simon Apple: "Nearly a year on top before Sarah Sharp finally dethroned him after it was rechristened the Mania Title and opened to all."

 

Kendra Mavis: "And Sarah changed everything."

 

Simon Apple: "Indeed she did. Sarah Sharp was the first full champion of the Mania Title."

 

Lenny Cruz: "Then came Balor Wolfe."

 

A mixed but loud reaction fills the arena.

 

Simon Apple: "The only competitor to successfully defend both the Mania Title and what would eventually become the Infernal Crown Championship."

 

Kendra Mavis: "After he and Alastor decided to reshape the championship in their own image."

 

Simon Apple: "And whether you like it or not, the Infernal Crown became one of the most coveted championships in MAWL."

 

The camera pans toward the title.

 

Simon Apple: "Tonight another chapter gets written."

 

Lenny Cruz: "A Last Man Standing Match."

 

Kendra Mavis: "No pinfalls. No submissions. No escape routes."

 

The lights dim slightly as Elijah's entrance visuals fade from the screen.

Folklore creatures from across the Caribbean flash across the tron.

Lagahoo.

Douen.

Papa Bois.

Then finally—

The Midnight Robber.

The crowd erupts.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Simon Apple: "Listen to this crowd!"

 

 

Elijah emerges with the dusty book in hand.

His pace is slow.

Measured.

Methodical.

He reaches the top of the ramp and raises the book.

 

Elijah: "IT'S TIME TO TELL A STORY!"

 

Sheri: And the champion! From Trinidad and Tobago, weighing in at 248 pounds, the Infernal Crown champion, the Cryptic One, ELIJAH!!

 

The crowd chants Story Time!! 

 

Lenny Cruz: "The champion looks right at home tonight."

 

Elijah slowly makes his way down the ramp before stepping into the ring and taking his corner.

He doesn't pace.

He doesn't taunt.

He simply stands there with the book pressed against his chest.

The crowd continues chanting his name.

 

Simon Apple: "Wonderwolf knows exactly what's at stake tonight."

 

The challenger climbs into the ring and moves to his corner.

He grips the top rope and stretches his shoulders.

Across from him, Elijah remains completely still.

The crowd continues favoring the champion.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

A smaller section responds.

"WON-DER-WOLF!"

"WON-DER-WOLF!"

Lenny Cruz: "There's support for Wonderwolf, but this crowd is clearly behind Elijah."

The referee enters the center of the ring.

He looks toward the champion.

Elijah gives a slight nod.

The referee looks toward the challenger.

Wonderwolf nods back.

The official checks both corners one final time.

 

Simon Apple: "Two men."

 

Kendra Mavis: "One championship."

 

Lenny Cruz: "And only one can walk out standing."

 

The referee raises his hand.

The crowd rises to its feet.

DING DING DING!

 

Simon Apple: "The match is officially underway, and neither man is in any hurry."

 

Elijah slowly steps out of his corner.

Wonderwolf does the same.

The crowd immediately starts up again.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

A smaller pocket of fans answers back.

"WON-DER-WOLF!"

"WON-DER-WOLF!"

The two men begin circling.

Neither taking their eyes off the other.

Neither giving away anything.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is what you expect from a Last Man Standing Match. Every move matters."

 

Lenny Cruz: "No reason to rush. They're trying to find an opening."

 

The circling continues.

One lap.

Then another.

The tension steadily builds.

Wonderwolf finally decides he's had enough.

He steps in—

And throws a right hand!

 

Simon Apple: "First strike of the match—"

 

But Elijah ducks underneath it.

Smooth.

Effortless.

Wonderwolf turns around—

And finds Elijah casually walking away from him.

 

Kendra Mavis: "...What?"

 

Elijah makes his way to the nearest corner.

The crowd already laughing.

Wonderwolf stands there confused.

Then annoyed.

Elijah climbs onto the middle rope.

Then the top rope.

He lounges across it.

Reaches into his vest.

And somehow produces the dusty book once again.

The arena explodes.

 

Simon Apple: "Oh come on!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "He's reading!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "He's actually reading!"

 

Elijah opens the book.

Slowly flips through a few pages.

And begins reading as if Wonderwolf doesn't exist.

The crowd roars with approval.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Simon Apple: "This crowd is absolutely loving it."

 

Wonderwolf is not.

The challenger's jaw tightens.

His nostrils flare.

The cheers seem to bother him more with every passing second.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wonderwolf looks furious."

 

Lenny Cruz: "I don't think he's upset about the book."

 

Simon Apple: "No. I think he's upset because the crowd is eating this up."

 

Wonderwolf suddenly storms across the ring.

Elijah barely looks up from the page.

Wonderwolf rips the book right out of his hands.

The crowd immediately boos.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Uh oh."

 

Wonderwolf glares at the champion.

Then—

RIIIIIP!

He tears the book clean in half.

The crowd erupts with outrage.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Simon Apple: "OH!"

 

Wonderwolf throws one half into Elijah's chest.

Then the other.

The pages scatter across the ring.

 

Lenny Cruz: "That might've been a mistake."

 

Wonderwolf points directly at Elijah and starts unloading.

Only those closest to ringside can make out the words.

Lip readers would later swear they saw him say:

"You little bitch."

The crowd rains even more boos down upon him.

Elijah looks down at the torn pages.

Then at Wonderwolf.

The grin is gone.

Not angry.

Not furious.

Just...

Annoyed.

 

Kendra Mavis: "That may be the first real emotion we've seen from Elijah tonight."

 

Elijah slowly climbs down from the ropes.

Wonderwolf stands waiting in the center of the ring.

The two meet.

Collar-and-elbow tie up—

NO!

Elijah drops low immediately.

Grabs the leg.

And yanks.

Wonderwolf crashes face-first into the canvas!

 

Simon Apple: "Beautiful counter!"

 

Before Wonderwolf can recover—

SMACK!

Elijah slaps him directly on the back of the head.

The crowd explodes.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh that's disrespectful!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "And hilarious."

 

Wonderwolf immediately pushes himself up.

His face red with anger.

His eyes locked on Elijah.

 

Simon Apple: "Uh oh."

 

Wonderwolf charges.

Full speed.

Straight at the champion.

Elijah waits.

Waits.

Waits—

Then pulls down the top rope!

Wonderwolf flies over it!

The crowd gasps!

But the challenger lands on his feet outside.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Great recovery!"

 

Wonderwolf spins around—

RIGHT INTO A DROPKICK THROUGH THE ROPES!

CRACK!

The kick catches him flush in the face.

Wonderwolf is launched backward.

And crashes hard into the steel barricade!

 

Simon Apple: "THERE IT IS!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "What a shot!"

 

The crowd erupts.

 

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Wonderwolf slumps against the railing.

Trying to clear the cobwebs.

Meanwhile Elijah isn't even looking at him.

The champion grabs the top rope.

Then starts doing pull-ups.

One.

Two.

Three.

The crowd counts along.

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

"SIX!"

 

Simon Apple: "He's showing off now!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "And this crowd loves every second of it."

 

Wonderwolf stares from outside the ring.

Breathing heavily.

His frustration growing by the second.

Inside the ring, Elijah continues his pull-ups while the audience cheers louder and louder.

And Wonderwolf looks ready to explode.

Wonderwolf remains outside the ring, one hand gripping the barricade.

Inside the ring, Elijah drops back down from the ropes.

The crowd gives him a loud cheer.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Simon Apple: "The champion is having the time of his life right now."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wonderwolf is not."

 

Elijah notices the challenger's glare.

Then an idea seems to pop into his head.

 

Lenny Cruz: "Oh no."

 

Elijah raises his fists.

Starts bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Moving side to side.

Head bobbing.

Throwing exaggerated little feints.

Looking less like a wrestler and more like a cartoon boxer from the 1940s.

The crowd immediately starts laughing.

 

Simon Apple: "You've got to be kidding me."

 

Elijah points at his own chin.

Then motions for Wonderwolf to hit him.

Again.

And again.

His lips clearly forming the words.

"Come on."

The crowd roars.

 

Kendra Mavis: "He is absolutely getting under Wonderwolf's skin."

 

Wonderwolf's eye twitches.

The challenger slowly turns toward the front row.

A fan is holding a bucket of popcorn.

Wonderwolf reaches over.

Snatches a handful.

 

Simon Apple: "Wait a second—"

 

WHAP!

The popcorn explodes across Elijah's face.

The crowd erupts.

Elijah instinctively blinks.

Trying to clear his eyes.

 

Lenny Cruz: "That might've been all Wonderwolf needed!"

 

A split second later Wonderwolf shoves a nearby folding chair out from under a surprised fan.

The fan stumbles backward.

Wonderwolf grabs the chair.

Turns.

And launches it.

CRACK!

The chair smashes directly into Elijah's skull.

The arena gasps.

 

Simon Apple: "GOOD LORD!"

 

Elijah crumples into the ropes.

Wonderwolf slides into the ring immediately.

The crowd now booing heavily.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kendra Mavis: "That changed in a hurry!"

 

Wonderwolf grabs a handful of Elijah's vest.

Yanks him upright.

Face-to-face.

 

Wonderwolf: "NO MORE MAKING A FOOL OUT OF ME!"

 

Simon Apple: "Wonderwolf has completely snapped!"

 

Wonderwolf muscles Elijah forward—

THUNK!

Face-first into the ring post.

The impact is sickening.

Elijah's body spins wildly from the force.

Nearly two full rotations before collapsing awkwardly onto the floor outside.

 

Lenny Cruz: "The champion just got launched!"

 

Elijah stumbles to one knee.

Clearly dazed.

He throws a wild punch at nothing.

Misses completely.

Then falls flat onto the floor.

 

Simon Apple: "He doesn't even know where he is right now!"

 

Wonderwolf follows him outside.

The challenger's face twisted with anger.

He stands over Elijah.

Then begins stomping.

STOMP!

"BUG!"

STOMP!

"BUNNY!"

STOMP!

"ACTING!"

STOMP!

"MOTHER!"

STOMP!

"FUCKER!"

The crowd rains down boos.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wonderwolf is unloading!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "This isn't strategy anymore. This is frustration."

 

Wonderwolf finally stops.

Chest heaving.

Elijah barely moving beneath him.

The challenger grabs the champion by the shirt.

Drags him up.

Then hurls him forward.

CRASH!

Elijah slams face-first into the steel barricade.

The crowd winces collectively.

 

Simon Apple: "Another hard collision!"

 

The boos grow louder.

Wonderwolf turns toward the audience.

Throwing his arms wide.

 

Wonderwolf: "I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU!"

 

The crowd boos even louder.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Wonderwolf looks genuinely confused.

 

Wonderwolf: "WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME?!"

 

That only makes the reaction worse.

 

Kendra Mavis: "I don't think he's reading the room."

 

Lenny Cruz: "Not even a little."

 

Wonderwolf turns back toward Elijah.

The champion remains slumped against the barricade.

The torn pages of his book still scattered around ringside.

The crowd firmly behind him.

And Wonderwolf's temper appears to be spiraling further out of control with every passing second.

Wonderwolf stands near the barricade, still arguing with the crowd.

 

Wonderwolf: "I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU PEOPLE!"

 

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Wonderwolf: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

 

Simon Apple: "I think Wonderwolf may have completely lost focus."

 

Kendra Mavis: "That's dangerous against somebody like Elijah."

 

Lenny Cruz: "Very dangerous."

 

While Wonderwolf is distracted, Elijah is moving.

Slowly.

Painfully.

The champion crawls toward the ring.

One hand at a time.

The crowd begins to notice.

A wave of cheers follows him.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Simon Apple: "Look at Elijah."

 

The champion reaches the apron.

Then begins sliding underneath the ring.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Where's he going?"

 

Wonderwolf finally turns around.

His eyes widen.

 

Simon Apple: "There he is!"

 

Wonderwolf charges.

Only Elijah's legs remain visible.

Wonderwolf dives forward and grabs both ankles.

 

Lenny Cruz: "Got him!"

 

Wonderwolf starts pulling.

Elijah slides backward.

A few inches.

Then a few more.

Then suddenly—

FFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!

A cloud erupts from beneath the ring.

 

Simon Apple: "FIRE EXTINGUISHER!"

 

Wonderwolf takes the entire blast directly to the face.

The challenger immediately releases the legs.

Stumbling backward blindly.

 

Kendra Mavis: "He can't see!"

 

Wonderwolf rubs at his eyes—

WHAM!

Elijah emerges from under the ring and drives the extinguisher directly into Wonderwolf's stomach.

The challenger doubles over.

WHAM!

Then Elijah swings again.

Straight into the side of the head.

Wonderwolf's feet leave the floor.

The challenger flips backward completely—

And crashes face-first onto the mats.

THUD!

The crowd explodes.

 

Simon Apple: "HE JUST BACKFLIPPED!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "What a shot!"

 

Wonderwolf lies motionless.

Blood already beginning to trickle down his forehead.

Elijah doesn't waste a second.

The champion throws up the ring skirt.

The crowd immediately starts buzzing.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh no."

 

Elijah reaches underneath.

And starts pulling things out.

A table.

Huge reaction.

Another table.

Even bigger reaction.

A Singapore cane.

Several steel chairs.

Another cane.

Another chair.

The pile grows rapidly.

 

Simon Apple: "He's building an arsenal!"

 

One by one Elijah shoves everything into the ring.

Table.

Chair.

Cane.

Chair.

Table.

Cane.

The ring slowly transforms into a junkyard.

Wonderwolf begins stirring.

Trying to rise.

CRACK!

Elijah casually smacks him across the back with a Singapore cane.

The crowd roars.

Wonderwolf falls again.

 

Simon Apple: "Good grief!"

 

Elijah resumes loading the ring.

More weapons.

More chaos.

The audience loving every second.

Finally the champion grabs Wonderwolf by the arm.

Drags him toward the apron.

Rolls him inside.

The camera gets a close-up.

 

Lenny Cruz: "Whoa."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wonderwolf is busted open."

 

Blood now runs freely down the challenger's face.

His forehead split open from the earlier shots.

The canvas beginning to stain beneath him.

 

Simon Apple: "This Last Man Standing Match is turning ugly."

 

Inside the ring, tables and chairs are scattered everywhere.

Singapore canes litter the mat.

It looks less like a wrestling ring and more like a battlefield.

Elijah stands tall.

Breathing heavily.

He looks around at the crowd.

Then raises both arms.

The arena erupts.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "The champion is feeding off this crowd."

 

Simon Apple: "Maybe a little too much."

 

Elijah turns.

Steps toward the ropes.

Begins climbing back through.

One leg over.

Then the second.

But Wonderwolf suddenly moves.

 

Lenny Cruz: "WAIT!"

 

THWACK!

Wonderwolf fires a kick upward.

The middle rope snaps violently upward.

Directly between Elijah's legs.

The entire arena groans.

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Simon Apple: "OH NO!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "RIGHT THERE!"

 

Elijah's eyes go wide.

Every muscle in his body locks up.

The champion collapses awkwardly across the middle rope.

His face twisted in agony.

Wonderwolf falls back to the canvas immediately after.

Still exhausted.

Still bleeding.

Both men are down.

Neither moving much.

One draped over the ropes.

One flat on his back.

The crowd noise becomes a mixture of cheers, groans, and nervous anticipation.

 

Lenny Cruz: "I don't think either man knows where he is right now."

 

Simon Apple: "Weapons everywhere."

 

Kendra Mavis: "Blood on the canvas."

 

Simon Apple: "And both competitors completely spent."

 

The camera pans across the carnage.

The torn pages of Elijah's book.

The tables.

The chairs.

The canes.

The blood.

And in the center of it all, both men struggle simply to clear their heads as this brutal Infernal Crown Championship match continues.

The ring is a wreck.

Tables stacked in corners.

Steel chairs scattered across the canvas.

Singapore canes lying where they fell.

Blood stains mark the mat.

And somehow, amidst all the destruction—

Wonderwolf is the first man to move.

 

Simon Apple: "Look at this!"

 

The challenger slowly rolls onto his side.

Then onto a knee.

Then another.

 

Kendra Mavis: "I honestly thought Elijah would be up first."

 

Lenny Cruz: "So did I."

 

Wonderwolf wipes blood from his eyes.

His face twisted in pain.

But he's moving.

Across the ring, Elijah remains draped over the middle rope.

Barely stirring.

The crowd tries to rally behind him.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

Wonderwolf reaches his feet.

The crowd boos loudly.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Simon Apple: "Wonderwolf hears none of it."

 

The challenger staggers toward the ropes.

Grabs Elijah by the vest.

Pulls him upright.

Or as upright as possible.

He twists the champion around until Elijah is seated awkwardly against the ropes.

His chin resting across the top strand.

His arms hanging limp.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Elijah is in a bad position."

 

Wonderwolf steps onto the apron.

Then reaches over the top rope.

And pulls down.

Hard.

The top rope digs directly into Elijah's throat.

 

Simon Apple: "Oh come on!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "There's no disqualification in a Last Man Standing Match."

 

Wonderwolf leans back with all his weight.

The rope cutting deeper into Elijah's neck.

The champion immediately starts struggling for air.

The crowd rains down boos.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is ugly."

 

Wonderwolf keeps pulling.

Five seconds.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

The referee can only watch.

The crowd getting louder with every passing second.

Twenty-five.

Thirty.

Finally Wonderwolf releases.

Elijah collapses forward, coughing violently.

Gasping for breath.

 

Simon Apple: "That was nearly half a minute!"

 

Wonderwolf slides back into the ring.

His eyes immediately finding the nearest chair.

The challenger unfolds it.

Positions it behind Elijah.

The backrest pressing directly against the champion's spine.

 

Lenny Cruz: "What is he planning now?"

 

Wonderwolf grabs a second chair.

Raises it high.

CRACK!

The steel crashes into Elijah's back.

The crowd groans.

CRACK!

A second shot.

Elijah's body jolts forward.

CRACK!

A third.

The champion finally slips off the ropes.

But his legs become tangled over the top strand.

Leaving him hanging upside down.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is getting dangerous."

 

Simon Apple: "Dangerous left town a long time ago."

 

The chair behind Elijah collapses from the impact.

Folding awkwardly around his head and shoulders.

One side trapping against his face.

The crowd begins shouting warnings.

Wonderwolf backs away.

Looks at the setup.

Then starts running.

 

Simon Apple: "NO!"

 

Wonderwolf hits the ropes.

Comes charging back.

RUNNING DROPKICK!

CRASH!

His boots slam into the exposed side of the chair.

The steel seat snaps violently into Elijah's face.

The entire ring shakes.

The crowd collectively gasps.

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Kendra Mavis: "GOOD LORD!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "That was sickening!"

 

Elijah hangs motionless.

Still upside down.

His feet tangled around the top rope.

The chair dangling awkwardly from his head and shoulders.

Wonderwolf immediately turns toward the referee.

 

Wonderwolf: "COUNT! COUNT!"

 

The referee kneels.

Looks at Elijah.

Then shakes his head.

 

Simon Apple: "Wait a minute."

 

Wonderwolf: "WHAT?!"

 

Referee: "He's not down!"

 

The crowd cheers.

Wonderwolf stares in disbelief.

 

Referee: "His feet are still holding him up!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "The referee's right!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "He's hanging upside down. Technically he's not grounded."

 

Wonderwolf's face turns red.

 

Wonderwolf: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

 

Simon Apple: "That's the rule."

 

The challenger storms back toward Elijah.

Absolutely furious.

The crowd suddenly begins roaring.

Something is moving.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wait."

 

Simon Apple: "Wait!"

 

Elijah's arm twitches.

Then another.

Still hanging upside down.

Still trapped.

Still barely conscious.

But moving.

Wonderwolf reaches for him—

And Elijah suddenly rips the chair free.

WHAM!

The chair flies directly into Wonderwolf's face.

The impact echoes through the arena.

The challenger stumbles backward.

Completely stunned.

Another step.

Then another.

His legs give out.

And he tumbles through the ropes.

CRASH!

Straight to the floor outside.

The crowd explodes.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Simon Apple: "HOW DID HE DO THAT?!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "I HAVE NO IDEA!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "The man looked unconscious!"

 

Wonderwolf lies sprawled on the floor outside.

Barely moving.

Meanwhile Elijah still hangs upside down from the top rope.

Bruised.

Battered.

Possibly dazed beyond reason.

But somehow—

Still fighting.

And the crowd is absolutely losing its mind.

The crowd is still roaring after Elijah's desperate counter.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

Wonderwolf lies sprawled on the floor outside.

Elijah remains tangled near the ropes.

Slowly.

Painfully.

The champion frees one foot.

Then the other.

Finally dropping awkwardly onto the canvas.

 

Simon Apple: "Somehow he's still going."

 

Kendra Mavis: "I don't know whether that's toughness or stubbornness."

 

Lenny Cruz: "At this point I think it's both."

 

Elijah rolls under the bottom rope.

His legs shaky.

His face already bruised from the chair shot.

He stumbles as he reaches the floor.

The crowd encouraging every step.

Wonderwolf remains down nearby.

Elijah notices one of the tables leaning against the barricade.

The champion drags it over.

Sets it up beside the ring post.

 

Simon Apple: "What now?"

 

The crowd buzzes.

Elijah shakes his head repeatedly.

Trying to clear the lingering effects of the chair assault.

Then reaches into the ring.

Pulling out a second table.

 

Kendra Mavis: "He's building something."

 

The second table is unfolded and placed on the opposite side of the same ring post.

Now two tables stand side-by-side.

One on each side of the post.

The crowd begins reacting louder.

They know exactly where this is going.

 

Lenny Cruz: "Oh no."

 

Elijah reaches into the ring again.

Dragging out a third table.

Then a fourth.

The audience rises to their feet.

Simon Apple: "You've got to be kidding me."

The third table is stacked above the first.

The fourth above the second.

Two columns.

Four tables.

Both rising nearly to the height of the apron.

The ring post standing between them.

Kendra Mavis: "That is a disaster waiting to happen."

Satisfied with his work, Elijah turns toward Wonderwolf.

The challenger is on one knee.

Still bleeding.

Still recovering.

Elijah reaches down.

Grabs him by the shoulder—

CRACK!

The arena gasps.

 

Simon Apple: "CHAIN!"

 

Wonderwolf explodes upward with a punch.

A steel chain wrapped around his fist.

The chain smashes directly into Elijah's face.

The champion is launched backward.

His body crashing violently into the steel steps.

CLANG!

The crowd immediately falls into shocked boos.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh my God!"

 

Blood instantly begins pouring from a cut beneath Elijah's left eye.

 

Lenny Cruz: "That chain opened him up immediately."

 

Wonderwolf slowly unwraps the chain from his fist.

Showing absolutely no concern for the crowd reaction.

 

Simon Apple: "The challenger had that hidden the entire time."

 

Elijah is barely conscious against the steps.

Blood running down his cheek.

Wonderwolf grabs him.

Forces him upright.

Then begins wrapping the chain around Elijah's neck.

The crowd grows louder.

The referee immediately protests.

But there's nothing he can do.

No disqualifications.

No rope breaks.

No restrictions.

Wonderwolf threads the chain around the ring post.

Sliding it through the gap between the middle and bottom ropes.

Then walks to the opposite side.

Pulling.

Hard.

Elijah's body jerks forward.

The chain tightens.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is hard to watch."

 

Elijah claws desperately at the chain.

Trying to create space.

Trying to breathe.

Wonderwolf pulls harder.

The chain digging deeper into the champion's throat.

 

Simon Apple: "He's hanging him from the post!"

 

The crowd rains down boos.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

"LET HIM GO!"

"LET HIM GO!"

"LET HIM GO!"

Elijah manages to get a hand between the chain and his neck.

Just enough space.

Just enough air.

 

Lenny Cruz: "He's getting out!"

 

Wonderwolf sees it.

His eyes widen.

Then he suddenly drops backward onto the floor.

The added weight yanks the chain even tighter.

Elijah's feet leave the ground.

The crowd gasps.

 

Kendra Mavis: "NO!"

 

The champion hangs there helplessly.

The chain stretched taut around his throat.

His hands desperately pulling at the steel links.

 

Simon Apple: "Wonderwolf is trying to choke the life out of him!"

 

Several agonizing moments pass.

Then finally—

Wonderwolf releases.

Elijah collapses to the floor in a heap.

Not moving.

The challenger wipes blood from his face.

Then points directly at the referee.

 

Wonderwolf: "COUNT!"

 

The referee immediately begins.

ONE!

The crowd tries to rally.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

TWO!

Elijah remains motionless beside the ring post.

Blood staining the floor beneath him.

THREE!

Wonderwolf stands nearby.

Breathing heavily.

Watching closely.

The referee continues his count.

FOUR!

Elijah remains on the floor.

Barely moving.

Wonderwolf stands nearby, watching like a predator.

Blood still pouring from the cut on his forehead.

FIVE!

The crowd grows louder.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

SIX!

A hand twitches.

 

Simon Apple: "There!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "He's moving!"

 

Elijah slowly rolls onto his side.

The crowd erupts.

Wonderwolf sees it too.

And immediately loses patience.

The challenger slides into the ring.

Grabs one of the remaining Singapore canes.

Then storms back toward the champion.

CRACK!

The cane explodes across Elijah's back.

The crowd boos instantly.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Lenny Cruz: "Come on!"

 

CRACK!

Another shot.

The cane splinters further.

Elijah cries out and falls forward.

 

Simon Apple: "Wonderwolf isn't letting him breathe!"

 

CRACK!

The cane finally shatters completely across Elijah's back.

Pieces scattering across ringside.

Wonderwolf tosses the broken remains away.

Then notices something.

The stacked tables.

Both towers still standing beside the ring post.

A dangerous idea forms.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh no."

 

Wonderwolf grabs Elijah by the vest.

Drags him toward the ring.

The champion offering little resistance.

The challenger rolls him underneath the bottom rope.

Then pulls him across the canvas.

Past scattered chairs.

Past broken cane fragments.

Toward the corner.

 

Simon Apple: "I don't like where this is going."

 

Wonderwolf climbs the turnbuckles.

Forcing Elijah up with him.

The crowd noise intensifies.

Both men now perched dangerously high.

Elijah seated on the outside of the top rope.

The stacked tables waiting below.

Wonderwolf stands on the inside of the same turnbuckle.

One hand gripping the ropes.

The other wrapped around Elijah's throat.

 

Lenny Cruz: "This is bad."

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is really bad."

 

Wonderwolf looks down.

Four tables below.

Waiting.

Then he looks at the referee.

 

Wonderwolf: "START COUNTING THE SECOND HE HITS!"

 

The crowd boos loudly.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Simon Apple: "He's planning to throw Elijah through all four tables!"

 

Wonderwolf tightens his grip.

Preparing to launch the champion—

Then suddenly—

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!

A burst of deafening static explodes throughout the arena.

The entire crowd jumps.

Wonderwolf instantly releases Elijah.

Clutching both ears.

 

Kendra Mavis: "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

 

Simon Apple: "I don't know!"

 

The static grows louder.

A shrieking wall of noise filling the building.

Wonderwolf stumbles on the turnbuckles.

Covering his ears.

Elijah does the same.

Neither man understanding what's happening.

Then—

Silence.

Complete silence.

The crowd murmurs nervously.

Both competitors slowly lower their hands.

Both staring at each other.

Still balanced precariously atop the corner.

 

Simon Apple: "Whatever that was..."

 

Kendra Mavis: "It just saved Elijah."

 

Wonderwolf's expression hardens.

Elijah's eyes narrow.

No words.

No hesitation.

Just violence.

Elijah throws a punch.

THUD!

Wonderwolf answers.

THUD!

The crowd erupts.

Punch.

Punch.

Punch.

Punch.

Neither man giving ground.

Both men swaying above the tables.

 

Lenny Cruz: "This is insane!"

 

A right hand from Elijah.

A left from Wonderwolf.

Another right.

Another left.

The crowd counting every shot.

Finally—

CRACK!

Elijah lands a huge punch.

At the exact same moment—

CRACK!

Wonderwolf lands one of his own.

The impact rocks both men.

Their bodies go limp simultaneously.

 

Simon Apple: "OH NO!"

 

Neither man can keep their balance.

The turnbuckle can no longer hold them.

The crowd rises to its feet.

Both men fall.

In opposite directions.

THROUGH THE TABLES!

CRAAAAAAAAAAASH!

One stack explodes beneath Elijah.

The other detonates beneath Wonderwolf.

Wood flies everywhere.

The arena absolutely erupts.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "THEY BOTH WENT THROUGH!"

 

Simon Apple: "FOUR TABLES DESTROYED!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "NOBODY IS GETTING UP FROM THAT!"

 

The referee immediately begins counting.

Broken wood surrounds both competitors.

Neither moving.

Neither responding.

The wreckage spread across both sides of the ring.

ONE!

No movement.

TWO!

The crowd roars encouragement.

THREE!

Still nothing.

FOUR!

Wonderwolf twitches slightly.

FIVE!

Both men remain buried amongst shattered tables as the count continues and the fate of the Infernal Crown Championship hangs in the balance.

The referee's count continues over the wreckage of shattered tables.

FIVE!

Neither man is moving much.

Broken wood surrounds both competitors.

Blood stains the floor.

The crowd rises to its feet.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

SIX!

Wonderwolf rolls onto his side.

Elijah reaches for the barricade.

 

Simon Apple: "I don't know how they're still in this."

 

Kendra Mavis: "This is what the Infernal Crown does to people."

 

SEVEN!

Both men begin dragging themselves upward using the crowd railing.

The audience explodes.

 

Lenny Cruz: "There they go!"

 

Wonderwolf uses pure determination.

Elijah nearly collapses twice before catching himself.

The referee continues.

EIGHT!

Blood drips from Wonderwolf's forehead.

Blood pours from beneath Elijah's left eye.

Both men are running on instinct now.

NINE!

They stand.

Barely.

But they stand.

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause.

 

Simon Apple: "UNBELIEVABLE!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Neither man will stay down!"

 

Across ringside, their eyes lock.

No words.

No taunts.

Just understanding.

Both have the same idea.

Weapons.

They charge.

The crowd roars.

Both slide into the ring at nearly the same time.

Wonderwolf immediately grabs a Singapore cane.

Elijah snatches up a steel chair.

SWING!

CRACK!

Elijah's chair slams into the cane.

The weapon flies from Wonderwolf's hand.

Over the top rope.

Out to the floor.

 

Lenny Cruz: "There goes the cane!"

 

But Wonderwolf fires back instantly—

THUMP!

A kick catches Elijah's chair.

The steel goes tumbling through the ropes.

 

Simon Apple: "And there goes the chair!"

 

The scramble begins.

Wonderwolf grabs another weapon—

Elijah knocks it away.

Elijah reaches for another chair—

Wonderwolf kicks it out of the ring.

Chair.

Gone.

Cane.

Gone.

Chair.

Gone.

Weapon after weapon disappears to ringside.

The crowd cheers every exchange.

Both men dodging.

Countering.

Scrambling.

Neither able to keep an advantage for more than a second.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This has turned into survival!"

 

Finally—

Only two steel chairs remain.

One in Elijah's hands.

One in Wonderwolf's.

The crowd begins buzzing.

 

Simon Apple: "Oh no."

 

Lenny Cruz: "You know exactly where this is going."

 

The two men slowly approach.

Steel raised.

And then—

CLANG!

Chair against chair.

The crowd erupts.

CLANG!

Another clash.

CLANG!

Again.

The two men trading strikes like swordsmen in a duel.

Each impact ringing throughout the arena.

 

Simon Apple: "They're sword fighting with steel chairs!"

 

Wonderwolf swings overhead—

BLOCKED!

Elijah counters low—

BLOCKED!

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

The crowd chants with every strike.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

Wonderwolf lunges.

Elijah sidesteps.

And—

CRACK!

Elijah's chair smashes directly into Wonderwolf's skull.

The challenger staggers.

His chair falls from numb fingers.

The crowd explodes.

Wonderwolf sways on his feet.

Completely stunned.

Elijah drops his own chair.

Not wasting a second.

He grabs Wonderwolf—

Runs toward the ropes—

And plants him with Lagahoo!

The middle-rope bulldog drives Wonderwolf face-first into the waiting steel chair.

CRASH!

The chair folds underneath the impact.

The arena comes unglued.

 

Simon Apple: "LAGAHOO ON THE CHAIR!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "GOOD LORD!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "HOW IS WONDERWOLF MOVING AFTER THAT?!"

 

Wonderwolf lies sprawled across the mat.

Not moving.

The referee immediately looks to Elijah.

But the champion doesn't ask for a count.

The referee hesitates.

 

Simon Apple: "Wait... Elijah isn't calling for it."

 

Kendra Mavis: "He could be counting right now!"

 

Instead, Elijah slowly rises.

Breathing heavily.

Blood running down his face.

He backs into the corner.

His eyes never leaving the challenger.

The crowd realizes what's happening.

Their volume grows.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "No..."

 

Simon Apple: "He wants more."

 

Elijah lowers into a crouch.

Waiting.

Patient.

Dangerous.

Watching Wonderwolf.

Waiting for him to stand.

Waiting to end the story.

Elijah waits in the corner.

Breathing heavily.

Blood running beneath his left eye.

His chest rising and falling.

The crowd knows what's coming.

They rise to their feet.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

Wonderwolf slowly stirs.

A groan escapes him.

He reaches for the ropes.

Pulling himself upward.

One rope.

Then another.

His legs shaky.

His face a crimson mask.

 

Simon Apple: "How is Wonderwolf even standing?"

 

Kendra Mavis: "I have no idea."

 

Lenny Cruz: "This match has taken years off both men's careers."

 

Wonderwolf finally stands.

Barely.

But standing.

He turns.

And sees Elijah waiting.

The champion charges.

The crowd erupts.

 

Simon Apple: "HERE HE COMES!"

 

Elijah explodes forward.

Launching into Duppy Rise—

NO!

CRACK!

At the last possible second Wonderwolf swings a steel chair low.

The chair smashes directly into Elijah's leg.

A sickening sound echoes through the arena.

THWACK!

The entire crowd recoils.

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

 

Kendra Mavis: "OH MY GOD!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "That sounded awful!"

 

Elijah immediately collapses.

Grabbing at his leg.

His momentum carrying him into the corner.

Right beside the chain still wrapped around the ring post.

But Wonderwolf can't capitalize.

The challenger drops to both knees.

Exhaustion overtaking him.

 

Simon Apple: "Wonderwolf had just enough left for one shot!"

 

Both men remain down.

The crowd buzzing nervously.

Then Elijah notices something.

The chain.

Still hanging from the post.

His eyes lock onto it.

Slowly.

Painfully.

He reaches out.

Wraps the chain around his forearm.

Then around his fist.

The crowd begins roaring.

 

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Wonderwolf slowly climbs back up.

Limping now.

His legs barely supporting him.

He staggers toward Elijah.

Reaching for the champion.

Grabbing him by the vest.

Trying to haul him upright—

WHAM!

Elijah fires.

The chain-wrapped fist crashes into Wonderwolf's face.

Blood sprays into the air.

Wonderwolf stumbles backward.

Dazed.

His legs carrying him only on instinct.

He bounces off the ropes.

 

Simon Apple: "NO WAY—"

 

Wonderwolf rebounds—

And Elijah spins—

DOUEN STRIKE!

CRACK!

The forearm catches Wonderwolf flush.

The challenger turns inside out before collapsing to the mat.

The crowd explodes.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

But Elijah falls too.

Both men down.

Both spent.

The referee immediately moves in.

Elijah points weakly toward Wonderwolf.

His voice barely above a whisper.

 

Elijah: "Count..."

The referee nods.

And begins.

ONE!

Wonderwolf doesn't move.

Elijah rolls onto his side.

TWO!

The crowd claps in rhythm.

THREE!

Wonderwolf remains motionless.

Elijah drags himself toward the ropes.

FOUR!

Neither man is standing.

FIVE!

Elijah reaches the ropes.

The crowd erupts.

 

Simon Apple: "The champion's moving!"

Wonderwolf remains flat on the canvas.

Not a twitch.

SIX!

Elijah pulls himself upward.

His injured leg nearly giving out.

SEVEN!

Elijah wraps the chain around the top rope.

Using it for leverage.

The crowd can barely contain themselves.

 

Kendra Mavis: "He's using the chain to stand!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "He's got nothing left!"

 

Wonderwolf still hasn't moved.

EIGHT!

Elijah rises.

One knee first.

Then the other.

His body shaking violently.

The entire arena counts along.

NINE!

With one final pull—

Elijah stands.

Barely.

But standing.

The crowd erupts into absolute bedlam.

Wonderwolf remains motionless.

Face down.

No movement.

No sign of life.

The referee looks between them.

One last time.

Then raises both hands.

TEN!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings.

The arena explodes.

 

Simon Apple: "HE DID IT!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "ELIJAH RETAINS THE INFERNAL CROWN!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "What a war!"

 

Elijah wins by 10-count to retain!

 

 

Elijah leans heavily against the ropes.

Bloodied.

Bruised.

Barely able to stand.

But still standing.

The ring announcer steps into the center of the ring.

 

Sheri: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by Last Man Standing..."

 

The crowd already knows.

They roar his name.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

 

Sheri: "AND STIIIIIIILLLLLLLL... INFERNAL CROWN CHAMPION... THE CRYPTIC ONE... ELIJAH!"

 

The crowd erupts one final time.

The story ends.

The champion remains.

And the Infernal Crown stays with Elijah.

The arena is still shaking from the Infernal Crown Championship Last Man Standing Match.

Broken tables litter ringside.

Shattered Singapore cane fragments remain scattered around the floor.

Steel chairs are bent and discarded around the ring like casualties of war.

A steel chain still hangs loosely from the ring post.

In the center of it all stands Elijah.

Barely.

Blood pours from beneath his left eye where Wonderwolf's chain-wrapped fist split him open. Bruises cover his body. Red welts mark his back from repeated cane strikes.

But somehow—

He's still standing.

The Infernal Crown Championship rests on his shoulder.

The crowd erupts.

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

"ELI-JAH!"

The champion raises the title high.

Pyro erupts along the entrance ramp.

 

Lenny Cruz: "What a match! Elijah survived everything tonight! Singapore canes, tables, chains, chairs—and somehow he's still the Infernal Crown Champion!"

 

Simon Apple: "I don't think either man leaves this arena the same after tonight. Wonderwolf pushed Elijah further than we've ever seen."

 

Kendra Mavis: "And give Wonderwolf credit. He fought like a man possessed. He busted Elijah open, nearly choked him unconscious with that chain around the ring post, and still couldn't keep him down."

 

Medical staff begin checking on Wonderwolf at ringside.

The challenger finally stirs to a respectful round of applause.

The crowd recognizes the war he just fought.

Inside the ring, Elijah can barely lift the championship again.

His hands shake.

His leg still favors the damage from the chair shot.

Yet he smiles.

The story continues.

Then—

The lights dim.

The cheers slowly fade into murmurs.

 

Lenny Cruz: "Wait…"

 

Simon Apple: "No way…"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Not now."

 

The giant screen at the top of the ramp flickers to life.

The crowd immediately begins buzzing.

For weeks these videos have aired.

For weeks nobody has known what they mean.

The screen remains black.

Then—

"Hammer to Fall" by Queen hits

 

 

Lenny Cruz: "It's the videos!"

 

Simon Apple: "We've been seeing these for weeks!"

 

The first lyric slams onto the screen.

HERE WE STAND OR HERE WE FALLRed

HISTORY WON'T CARE AT ALLPink and Gold

MAKE THE BED, LIGHT THE LIGHTNeon Green and Orange

LADY MERCY WON'T BE HOME TONIGHT, YEAHSilver and Black

YOU DON'T WASTE NO TIME AT ALLPurple and White

 

The arena glows with shifting colors.

Elijah slowly lowers the title.

His face hardens.

The lyrics continue.

 

DON'T HEAR THE BELL, BUT YOU ANSWER THE CALLRed

IT COMES TO YOU AS TO US ALLPink and Gold

WE'RE JUST WAITING FOR THE HAMMER TO FALLNeon Green and Orange

 

The crowd begins realizing.

The colors.

The repeated videos.

The symbolism.

 

Lenny Cruz: "No…"

 

Simon Apple: "It can't be…"

 

OH, EVERY NIGHT AND EVERY DAYSilver and Black

A LITTLE PIECE OF YOU IS FALLING AWAYPurple and White

BUT LIFT YOUR FACE THE WESTERN WAYRed

BUILD YOUR MUSCLES AS YOUR BODY DECAYSPink and Gold

TOE YOUR LINE AND PLAY THEIR GAMENeon Green and Orange

LET THE ANAESTHETIC COVER IT ALLSilver and Black

'TIL ONE DAY THEY CALL YOUR NAMEPurple and White

 You know it's time for the hammer to fallMixed: Red, Pink/Gold, Neon, Silver/Black, Purple/White

 

The music reaches its peak.

Then—

Silence.

The screen goes black.

A heartbeat passes.

Then one final message appears.

Pulsing in every color.

 

TRUST US

 

The arena falls eerily quiet.

Elijah stares at the screen.

The battered champion clutches his title tighter.

 

Lenny Cruz: "We've seen that phrase for weeks…"

 

Simon Apple: "And tonight we're finally getting answers."

 

Kendra Mavis: "I don't know if I want them."

 

Then—

BOOM.

 

A deep red spotlight ignites center stage.

A tall figure stands motionless.

Cane planted before him.

Hands resting atop it.

A grin barely visible.

Even from a distance.

 

Lenny Cruz: "No way…"

 

BOOM.

A pink spotlight.

A figure stands to the left.

Relaxed.

Confident.

Hands behind their head.

 

BOOM.

Silver light ignites to the right.

A commanding silhouette raises an arm.

 

BOOM. BOOM.

Twin neon lights explode on opposite ends of the stage.

Two mirrored figures appear.

Perfectly still.

The crowd begins to realize.

The volume builds.

 

Then—

 

BOOM.

 

Purple.

 

Not on the stage.

 

Behind Elijah.

Inside the ring.

 

The crowd explodes.

 

Elijah turns—

TOO LATE!

 

The hooded figure hoists him into a fireman's carry.

The exhausted champion can't fight back.

 

LIGHTS OUT!

 

KNEE TO THE JAW!

Elijah crashes to the mat.

The Infernal Crown slipping from his grasp.

The crowd erupts.

 

Lenny Cruz: "NO WAY!"

 

Simon Apple: "IT CAN'T BE!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "WHO IS THAT?!"

 

The figure kneels.

Removes the gloves.

Pulls back the hood.

Then the ski mask.

Platinum blonde hair spills free.

The arena absolutely detonates.

 

 

BALOR WOLFE!

The crowd loses its mind.

"BAL-OR!"

"BAL-OR!"

"BAL-OR!"

 

Lenny Cruz: "I KNEW IT!"

 

Simon Apple: "BALOR WOLFE IS BACK!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "And Radio Silence has finally returned!"

 

Balor slowly rises.

Looking down at the fallen champion.

Then toward the title.

He picks up the Infernal Crown.

Raises it high.

The crowd roars even louder.

No hostility.

No boos.

Only thunderous celebration.

For weeks the signs had been there.

Now the mystery is solved.

The camera turns toward the stage.

Left to right—

 

 

Jonny in neon green.

Eros bathed in pink and gold.

Alastor beneath blood-red light, smiling that impossible smile.

Zagreus in silver and black.

V standing beneath orange neon.

Radio Silence.

Together.

At last.

Balor gently places the championship across Elijah's chest.

Not stealing it.

Not claiming it.

Making a statement.

A promise.

A challenge.

Inside the red spotlight, Alastor slowly raises his cane.

His grin widens.

He slams it against the stage.

CRACK!

The lights instantly die.

Darkness consumes the arena.

Only Alastor's chilling laughter remains.

Echoing.

Waiting.

Promising that this story is far from over.

 

Lenny: This puts a whole-ass wrinkle in Heart Condition. Balor just for all intents and purposes laid his claim to the Crown he feels is rightly his. 

 

Kendra: For all intents and purposes, he didn't ever really lose it.

 

Lenny: No, but for all intents and purposes he went AWOL on his duties.

 

Simon: And this feels like it should be a joyous return. Right? 

 

Lenny: It should. It is? Something feels different this time though.

 

Kendra: I mean, I'm happy they're back. 

 

Simon: But this leaves even more question marks in the rest of this night. Both Gozu and Elijah will be unable to compete again tonight, leaving Superstar Davy Boy with no opponent. 

 

Lenny: AND, Shawn Harris's being lifted out means there is an open spot in the tournament.

 

Kendra: The answer was just in front of us. 

 

 

DA Jones: Let's make this quick, we're getting to the home stretch and I don't want to belabor this any more than absolutely needed. First of all, I want to address the rumors and officially deny that we are secretly being run by a cat. I don't know who's behind this vicious rumor but I suspect El Verdad. 

 

Kendra: Wait, what?

 

DA Jones: Secondly, this little absence problem is going to be solved in one swoop. The winner of the W2 Tournament will not only get the cash prize and the ability to challenge the Legacy Title Holder once between now and the next W2 or similar event, but they will also get a free shot against Superstar Davy Boy for the belt tonight. Now to replace Shawn Harris, I found a fighter that I am very excited about. That fighter will be out momentarily. And! We will also say that the 3rd Place winner will get a title shot against WildFire for the Ether Title at Heart Condition! So with all that said, onto the tournament!! 

 

Simon: Well, we already have one match down and know that Robertos Michael is going on, so this next match would have been Shawn Harris's. Which means, we're wasting no time getting into this. 

 

 

Simon: Normally in a situation like this, people give a bye, but we don't really do that here.

 

Kendra: And you can see the chairs outside the ring, the winners will have to remain in arena area to avoid getting jumped. 

 

 

The word "DANGER" flashes on the screen. "D is for Dangerous" by Arctic Monkeys plays. Red sirens reflect throughout the room and Dangerous Johnny Dagger stands on the apron, looking down.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, weighing in at 202 pounds, Dangerous Johnny Dagger!

 

He stomps and pyro in the shape of a triangle forms around him. He looks up and the triangle pyro explodes outward. He runs at a full sprint towards the ring then without breaking stride slides in. He hits the mat with his fists and lets out a scream, at which time the fans cheer.

 

Lenny: He's really come a long way in a year's time, since he's been more on the same page as the fans. Of course, he's also learned not to trust blindly.

 

Kendra: And he's got no cares about who the mystery man is. 

 

The arena cuts to black.

 

No warning.

 

No flicker.

 

Just darkness.

 

For several seconds, there is silence. Then a single low drumbeat rolls through the building, deep enough to be felt more than heard.

 

Another drumbeat follows.

 

Then another.

 

The opening swell of “To Glory” by Two Steps From Hell begins to rise beneath the darkness.

 

 

A single bronze spotlight cuts down onto the stage.

 

Dorian Karras is already there.

 

 

Kneeling on one knee at the centre of the platform, head bowed, one forearm resting across his raised leg. A short crimson mantle hangs from his shoulders over black-and-bronze ring gear, the fabric still beneath the focused light.

 

He does not move at first.

 

Behind him, the screen slowly fades in with a weathered bronze Lambda symbol, not exploding into view, but appearing as though it has been carved into old metal.

 

The crowd begins to react as the music builds.

 

Dorian remains kneeling.

 

Measured.

 

Still.

 

Unshaken.

 

Sheri: “Making his way to the ring…”

 

As the first major swell of the music rises, Dorian lifts his head.

 

His eyes are fixed on the ring before the rest of his body moves. Slowly, he places one hand against his knee and rises to his feet beneath the spotlight, unfolding with calm purpose rather than theatrical force.

 

There is no flexing.

 

No pose.

 

No appeal for admiration.

 

Only the image of a man standing before battle.

 

Sheri: “From Laconia, Greece…”

 

The bronze spotlight widens. Crimson light begins to bleed across the stage behind him, revealing faint images of shields forming into a line across the screen.

 

Dorian reaches up, unfastens the crimson mantle, and removes it from his shoulders. He folds it once, deliberately, then hands it to an attendant at the edge of the stage without looking away from the ring.

 

Sheri: “He is… ‘THE HERALD OF LACONIA’…”

 

Dorian begins walking.

 

His pace is not slow for drama. It is slow because he refuses to waste motion. Every step lands with deliberate weight, boots striking the ramp in time with the drums as the music grows larger around him.

 

The screen behind him shows bronze shields locking together one by one, forming a phalanx beneath the Lambda symbol.

 

Dorian does not slap hands.

 

He does not bark at the crowd.

 

He does not perform for the camera.

 

He advances.

 

Sheri: “DOOORIAN KARRAAAS!”

 

At ringside, Dorian stops at the apron and places one hand against the edge of the ring.

 

For a moment, he lowers his head, almost as if acknowledging the threshold.

 

Then he climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes.

 

Inside the ring, Dorian walks to the centre and stands beneath the overhead light. The bronze glow catches the details in his gear as the Lambda symbol burns across the screen behind him.

 

He raises one forearm across his chest, fist closed, the gesture brief and severe — not a salute for the crowd, but a private oath.

 

Then he lowers it.

 

Dorian turns toward his corner, adjusts his wrist tape, rolls his shoulders once, and plants both feet with disciplined precision.

 

As the final swell of the music fills the arena, he lowers into his stance and waits.

 

The Herald of Laconia has entered the battlefield.

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: This is a tremendous mismatch of styles. Dorian is methodical, Dagger is chaos incarnate. Dagger attempting to evade Dorian's grasp, Dorian not flailing though, he's just calculating, finds his opening, gets him by the arm and putting the pressure on the shoulder. Breaking the arm down, putting all 240 pounds on that right arm.

 

Simon: Trying to cut off that sling blade, that DDT, remove two major moves, hammer blow to the back of the shoulder blade, and another, Dagger trying desperately to get to the rope, Dorian steps on the back of Dagger's ankle and putting pressure on the back of the leg now, weight shifting a bit and standing on Dagger's leg, doing a fine job keeping Dagger grounded. 

 

Lenny: Dagger ain't gonna tap out though, so Dorian will need to get those shoulders on the mat. Dagger tryin' to swing but Dorian keeping this one firmly in control.

 

Kendra: Dagger contorting his body, going for the drop toe hold, taking him down off his feet, Dagger taking the run and he's moved this into his territory, springboard and Moonsault, oh! Caught and Dorian drops him with a shoulderbreaker! Dorian lifts Dagger up with a dunking reverse clothesline. Keeping the arm cranking, trying to categorically rip Dagger's arm out of the socket, Dagger with a flip, going for the arm drag, Dorian says "No deal!" Lifting him up, and a huge ripcord boot! 

 

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Lenny: Dangerous back to his feet! It ain't over yet! DJD taking a run, Dorian boots him straight down. Okay now I think it may be over for Dagger.

 

Kendra: Dorian lifting up the legs of Dagger and driving them full force to the mat, just picking Dangerous Johnny Dagger apart, grabbing him by the hair now and whip between the turnbuckle pads! Wearing down Dagger, dragging him back into a Full Nelson, keeping him out of the air, he's just adamantly wearing him down. 

 

Simon: Dagger refusing to give in, refusing to tap, trying to fight back to the ropes but Dorian is the human equivalent of a stockade and it's just tiring Dagger out at this point. Dagger doing everything to keep his eyes open, Dorian proving to be just too much and Dagger may be full on asleep! Carter is calling it!

 

Dorias Karras wins by Referee Stoppage!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round, DORIAN KARRAS!

 

Kendra: The last minute fill-in for Shawn Harris, Karras may be the winner of the W2 without even going through the W2.

 

Lenny: Dorian dismantled Dagger's whole fighting style. The rest of this bracket was expecting the talented but arrogant Shawn Harris, and instead have to contend with a mountain. It's crazy man. CRA-ZY. 

 

Simon: So we move along in this tournament, this single-elimination tree. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

He descends from the high South Wales valleys, he can hear Jo Hendry singing in the back ground ‘Say his name and he appears, we believe in Welsh Gav’ He stares down his opponent. Puts on his luche libre mask decked out in the Welsh flag 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 colours and becomes Dedo Apestoso De La Muerte.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 269 pounds, DEDO APESTOSO DE LA MUERTE!!

 

Dedo points all around the arena then does the Funky Chicken Dance. The crowd chants "CHICKEN! CHICKEN! CHICKEN!" 

 

Lenny: Dude gets overlooked a lot cause he wears tie-dye and works with sheep, but he clocked second in his group through the W2 and only ate 3 losses. So I would not ever sleep on him.

 

Dedo runs into the ring, slides in and watches the apron. 

 

 

A burning X fills the Titan tron as Start The Shooting by A Day To Remember starts blasting. Dante steps out menacingly, like a bandit looking for trouble. The crowd goes wild.

 

 

He stops at the top of the ramp as the Titan tron starts displaying ‘Watch your step’ in burning letters as the chorus plays. As Dante walks down the ramp, pyro goes off on either side of the ramp with each step. After a few he stomps triggering the stage to fill with fire. 

 

Sheri: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 205 pounds... one half of X-TREME SOCIETY.... DAAAAAANTE RIIIIIIVERA!!!

 

Simon: We technically saw Dante fight earlier but it was all of 2 seconds, and if you know Dante Rivera, that's like just eating one Pringle and being expected to put the canister back in the snack nook. The man wants a fight. Just like WildFire wanted a fight. 

 

He walks down the ramp and to the ring, jumping onto the apron and climbing through the ropes. He stands in the center of the ring, slowly removing his shades from his face. He eyes fixed on the camera (or opponent). He tosses the shades to the side and stomps hard onto the mat, setting off flames on all four corners of the ring.

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Dante is in a fighting mood, Simon, you're not wrong, and coming in with backhand chops. Dedo returning in kind, some back and forth here, Dedo with the Irish Whip, catching Dante with a Samoan Drop NO Cruicifix Driver by Dante! Dante rolling into that basement superkick and going for a run, Dedo ducks, back to his feet, Dante coming back around the bend and Dedo catches him with the Inverted Atomic! And a swinging neckbreaker!

 

Lenny: Dante had control and Dedo's changed the channel!

 

Simon: Dedo up to the rope...he's taking a walk, Dante to his feet and Dedo comes down with the elbow smash! Dedo getting the legs of Dante and going for the Welsh Crab, Dante pushes him away and gives some runway, hits Dedo with a huracanrana, almost instinctively hits the Amboy Special! And going for the cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Dante Rivera wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round, DANTE! RIVERA!!!

 

Kendra: I think that Dante somewhat thought that Dedo was going to kick there... almost a little disappointed that it's already over.

 

Lenny: He's showin' love and respect to him, but yeah, you can see in the eyes he thought he was gonna get more of a fight. Which, to be fair, he did in some way. 

 

Simon: And the next match is set to be Mayu Iwatani vs Lynx but you have to think that if Gozu wasn't cleared then Lynx certainly can't be-

 

 

Kendra: No! It looks like Lynx might have slipped between the cracks and Mayu has him in hand! Running powerslam and cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Mayu Iwatani wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Your winner and advancing to the next round, MAYU IWATANI!!!

 

Simon: It's inevitable that some of these shenanigans will occur in the W2 tournament. Heartbreaking, as it's meant to demonstrate the best in the business, not the sneakiest, but only so much can be expected.

 

Lenny: But I'm excited, because we've got a former W2 winner in our next match! 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

Shade Shadow comes out, high fiving fans and shaking his shoulders a little.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Gainesville, Georgia, weighing in at 267 pounds, SHADE SHADOW!

 

Shade enters the ring.

 

Simon: You kinda have to feel for Shade Shadow, he drew a former W2 Champion. This is gonna be a hard way to go.

 

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

 

 

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

 

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

 

 

He runs to the right of the stage and gives the horns to that side of the crowd, igniting a brief pillar of flame.

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Slaughter Beach, Delaware, weighing in at 203 pounds, STING RAY STEVE THUNDER!!

 

He comes charging down the ramp, high fiving anyone he can. He runs around the ring and all the way back to the other side of the ramp continuing this high five. Back in the center of the ramp he lets out a hell yeah scream and sprints full force to the ring, springboarding himself and flipping over the apron, throwing a final set of horns and then whipping off the trenchcoat dramatically in preparation for the fight.

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Shade Shadow lives the motto "If you do it simple, you have to do it perfect." He's coming into this with a very simple moveset but damn it's effective. Thunder on the other hand is complex and complicated and flashy, it's very high risk high reward. 

 

Kendra: One entertains fans, the other wins matches.

 

Simon: Shade with the wristlock to start off, twisting Thunder's arm, Thunder trying to get out of it, flip, and judo arm flip. Thunder off the ropes, handstand cartwheel and Pele Kick! And a quick Springboard Moonsault! 

 

Lenny: You can entertain fans AND win matches. 

 

Kendra: What was your W-L record, Lenny?

 

Lenny: Better than yours, I think. 

 

Simon: ANYWAY, back to the match at hand, Thunder trying for the quick cover but shoulder up before 1 and OH Shade Shadow is bench pressing Thunder! Launching him off and a rough landing for the Sting Ray. Creating some distance with that move, and lining himself up for when Thunder gets to his feet... SPEAR NO THUNDER BACKFLIPS OVER IT! THUNDER GETS THE LEGS OF SHADE AND WE COULD BE GOING INTO THE NEVERENDING STORMY!

 

Kendra: Shade able to power out of that fairly easily, gets Thunder up and a brutal backbreaker. Lifting him up and a Powerslam! Simple and effective. Going for the quick cover, also doesn't get a 1. Shade trying to push Thunder's shoulder back to the mat and Thunder with the Monkey Flip pushes him into the ropes! Thunder responds to the rebound with a dropkick! 

 

Lenny: Gettin' the crowd hype! Finland loves them some Steve Thunder!! 

 

Crowd: THUN-DER! THUN-DER!

 

Simon: Thunder out to the apron and going up for the Springboard.... getting himself some bounce, trying to get some height-

 

Kendra: Wasting time-

 

Lenny: You weren't a high flyer so let me put this out there for you, you wanna make sure you have enough air time to land correctly. These are important calculations.

 

Simon: I mean, you're both in essence right. The inverted 630 is a difficult maneuver but Steve is taking maybe a little too much time for this early in the match, but he's gonna go for it! Thunderstruck!!! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Simon: SHADE GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Thunder shrugs it off, roll back and a big dropkick to Shade, Shade staggering back, Thunder with a Operation Dragon and a pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Kendra: Shade shoulder up again! Shade lifting Steve up on his shoulders, going for it looks like the F5, Steve slides out, pushing Shade to the ropes, Shade shoots back and turns him inside out with a clothesline! Shade positively wrecked him! Heading to Steve's feet and looking for the Shade Lock, gets the ankle and we could be OH IT'S AN ENZUIGIRI!! 

 

Lenny: He's goin' up, are we gonna get another-

 

 

Lenny: DIANA PULLS THE ROPES!! 

 

Kendra: She's getting Steve back for costing her the tag title shot!

 

Lenny: That she stole from him. 

 

Kendra: Tomato, Potato.

 

Simon: Steve wobbles, Shade able to catch him F5!!!! Going for the pin!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Shade Shadow wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to Round 2, SHADE! SHADOW!!

 

Simon: And we now officially have none of our winners from the past few years in contention! Zora and Rade didn't qualify, Schmetterling was injured, and now Steve is out of the tournament!!

 

Kendra: Good. It means new blood will take the throne. 

 

Simon: And it might not even be a MAWLer! 

 

Lenny: That's right Simon. The cool thing about what we did this year is that it extended out beyond the walls of MAWL, and our next match will demonstrate one such person who came into today a Trios Champion.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: One Fall!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

🔮 [Arena Lights Cut to Black] 🔮

 

A deep, throbbing heartbeat reverberates through the crowd—slow, steady, primal. A chilling mist creeps across the entrance ramp as eerie, flickering candles illuminate a shadowy figure in the distance. Aja Lioness stands motionless beneath a twisted archway of gnarled, blackened branches, her piercing gaze locked on the ring like a predator stalking its prey.

 

 

🕯️ [Music Begins—An Ethereal Chant Mixed with Thundering Drums] 🕯️

The air thickens. Aja moves forward, slow and deliberate, each step echoing ominously as her steel-loaded Zombie Boot hits the ground with unnatural force. She wears a long, tattered cloak—deep crimson against the black void around her—drifting behind her like living shadow. Beneath it, the pentagram-emblazoned shirt glows faintly under the dim lighting, its presence a sinister omen.

 

Sheri: FIRST! Representing Zora Luthor International and Asesinato SA, from Salem.... the Witch, AJA! LIONESS!

 

🔥 [With a Sudden Stop, She Lifts a Hand, Fingers Curved Like Talons] 🔥

The lights flicker violently—momentary flashes reveal glimpses of eerie symbols carved into the entrance ramp. Then, with an abrupt, thunderous stomp, Aja slams her Zombie Boot to the ground—the weight shifting within, loading her next strike.

 

Kendra: She gets a lot of flak, unfairly I think, for being a witch AND a businesswoman, as if her capitalism makes her wicca less genuine.

 

Simon: Being aligned with ZLI doesn't help things.

 

Kendra: It's a smart business decision. She's a business woman. Nature will understand.

 

👁️ [Her Voice, Low and Haunting, Breaks Through the Silence] 👁️

"You cannot fight fate…"

[Final Steps to the Ring—She Removes Her Cloak, Tossing It Aside]

Her towering 6’2” frame commands the space as she climbs the ropes, surveying the audience with an unreadable expression beneath the eerie glow. As she steps into the ring, she methodically draws a line across her throat with two fingers—a silent promise of destruction.

The Witch Has Arrived. The Ritual Begins.

 

 

Snow falls on the Finland Arena. Yuletide walks out carrying his heavier looking bag of gifts on a "sled", with a jolly but determined look in his eyes.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From North Pole, Alaska, weighing in at 220 pounds, YULETIDE!

 

YuleTide shakes the hands of fans as he walks down the ramp, and hands presents to random children.

 

Lenny: He seems to have shaken off his earlier Trios Title loss, and is back in good spirits, and he's made it to the ring, quick slide in and throwing hands! LET'S GO!

 

The bell rings! 

 

Simon: Spinebuster by Yule! He's taking a run and Warrior Splash! Going for the quick cover-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Kendra: Aja gets the shoulder up, grabbing Yule by the beard and unloading punches in his face, pulling him up and dragging into the corner. She's a woman of considerable size at 6 foot 2, and there's a power that comes inherent with that. Boots to Yule's stomach, taking a run back, loading her arm up and clothesline blasts Yule. She tosses him across the ring, loading up the boot now, we may get a Zombie Raising, the run YULETIDE LEAPS HER!

 

Lenny: Father Christmas can move like no one's business!! And launches her with a German Suplex!! Hits her with an Arm Drag! With another! Yule's got a dropkick and Aja is down flat on her back!! Yule mounts for the punches!

 

Crowd: DASHER! DANCER! PRANCER! VIXEN! COMET! CUPID! DONNER! BLITZEN! 

 

Simon: The Double Axe to bust the nose!

 

Crowd: RUDOLPH!!

 

Simon: This crowd is on their feet! Yule has had this match well in hand, and he's going up to-what the hell! 

 

Kendra: The Titantron's fired up!

 

 

Lenny: Sugar Cooki's all tied up, is this El Verdad? Is this Sex Appeal? What is this?

 

Simon: I don't know, but Yule's thrown off his game, Aja Lioness has that boot all lined up and ready to go... she jumps up and Zombie Raising!!! Yule's taken off the top and Aja rolls him up!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Aja Lioness wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to Round 2, AJA LIONESS!!

 

Lenny: And the Holiday Season may officially be over here in MAWL. Yuletide will be heading back to Path 2 Glory with a first round elimination, the perils of Sugar Cooki beginning and ending his night.

 

Simon: I wouldn't be surprised if he swore off sweets after today.

 

Kendra: We're two matches off the halfway point of Round 1, and the next is going to be two of the strongest women in the midcard.

 

Lenny: Okay Ms. Backhand McCompliment. 

 

 

Sheri: The following Contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 first round match!

 

Jeannie is backstage, and she does the Sailor Moon transformation pose.

 

 

Pink smoke fills the stage. When the smoke clears, Jeannie is on the stage in her Sailor Moon costume and does a Sailor Moon pose. 

 

Sheri: First! From London, England, JEANNIE!! ROSE!!

 

Fireworks go off behind her, and she skips to the ring, climbing up onto the turnbuckle  and backflipping off into the ring, doing a super hero landing.

 

Lenny: Jeannie Rose carries a truly magic energy, but both these women do. I'm excited for this one.

 

The big screen cuts to backstage where the iconic Bjork is standing. Her infectious smile sparkles.

 

 

Bjork: Introducing the beautiful and mighty fighter from Yamaguchi, Japan...

 

The Moonblade, AIKO!!!!!!!

 

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

 

 

"NEON BLADE" by MoonDeity hits,

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Simon: Aiko's got the crowd jumpin' jumpin' and now she just has to translate that to a W. 

 

Kendra: And Rina is still not out here giving introductions. She's probably fed up with the way things are going. 

 

Lenny: I hope those crazy kids can work it out, Rina was her ride-or-die.

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Jeannie rushing in with a Supergirl Punch, Aiko catches her arm and judo flip! Keeping the arm locked in and applying pressure to the shoulder, Jeannie really screwed herself early. 

 

Simon: I wouldn't count her out that early, Aiko doesn't have her down and neutralized completely, Jeannie swings her whole body into that spin kick and the hold is broken! Jeannie with a belly-to-belly! Aiko to her feet quickly but Jeannie's right there with a Shining Wizard!

 

Lenny: She timed that perfectly. Lifting her up, German Suplex launches her back, I dunno if I would've done a release on Aiko, you don't wanna give her any more space than you need to.

 

Kendra: I actually have to agree, a bridging German would have at least forced her to use some of her energy to break free but Aiko unencumbered is a dangerous one, takes the run and Spinning Headscissors oh into a La Mistica submission! Back on that arm! 

 

Lenny: Smart move by Aiko, Jeannie uses a lot of power moves, a lot of suplexes, so if she can weaken the arms she'll be in a good place and Jeannie pushing herself to get to the ropes, Aiko pulling her back oh but Jeannie using a one-arm pushup to get some leverage back and pushes herself back to her feet, spins the armlock around into a side roll-up!

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Simon: Aiko rolls back, DUCKS the Super Duper Kick, Leg Trapped Inverted DDT! Aiko back to that arm, and an armbreaker over her shoulder! A second one!

 

Kendra: Smart move to continue to weaken a body part, render it inept, very intelligent wrestling by the Moonblade. 

 

Lenny: Jeannie's really gonna have to edit her gameplan if she's gonna have a chance, Jeannie pulling towards the ropes, Aiko with a jerking Irish Whip really snapping that arm back, catches her with a judo flip but Jeannie rolls quickly back to her feet and shotgun dropkick!! Jeannie rushing in with a quick kick and switching foot for a high kick, jumps the sweep kick and high kick! Jeannie making fast use of her feet, Martial Arts Master is on the move! 

 

Simon: Aiko isn't often on the defensive quite like this, but Jeannie moving with a quickness that Aiko is having some trouble matching. Aiko trying to block the fists and feet, moderate success in doing so but Jeannie putting the hurt on her, reaching out and the lift... Teddy Bear Hug!!

 

Kendra: Aiko's gotta get to the ropes if she wants to have a chance here, wait I think Bjork just pulled Jeannie's leg! But it's out of view of the ref!! Jeannie losing balance, Aiko with a moonsault belly-to-belly!!! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Aiko wins by Pinfall!

 

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Next Round, the MOONBLADE! AIKO!

 

Lenny: Is she aware of the help she got??

 

Kendra: I'm sure she's very thankful to Bjork for the nudge in the right direction. 

 

Simon: Doesn't feel like a way Aiko wants to win. 

 

Kendra: Win's a win. Anyway, let's move on to the next. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

Taga Pabalita walks out onto the stage, flanked by Eliot Nestlemen and Zac Davis-East.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Sagada, Philippines, representing El Verdad, TAGA PABALITA!

 

Taga talks to the two men, and after some nodding, they stay put and she walks down rolling her eyes at the boos, occasionally mocking the crowd.

 

Kendra: She's going down to fight this fight on her own. I think these people should be applauding that.

 

Lenny: Yeah, I don't have a good feeling about this.

 

Kendra: You're paranoid, Cruz.

 

 

Good Dude Greg Arias walks out swaying his hands, which the audience joins in.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent, from Boise, Id-

 

Zac and Eliot beat the living hell out of Greg Arias!!

 

Lenny: I KNEW it. Paranoid, eh?

 

Kendra: Yeah well the bell hasn't rung yet, so caveat emptor.

 

Simon: Two years in a row now Greg Arias won't pass the first round. At least last year it was Schmetterling and a decent fight. But El Verdad have effectively taken both of those names out of contention.

 

El Verdad drag Arias to the ring and roll him in. The bell rings.

 

Lenny: What a farce. Taga has her fingers in the mouth of Arias... lifting him up... Mandible Claw Assisted Lungblower. Whistleblower. She's gonna make it look like she earned this.

 

Carter: ONE. TWO. THREE.

 

Taga Pabalita wins by Pinfall.

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner and advancing to the next round. Taga Pabalita.

 

Simon: Like it, hate it, she's in the next round.

 

Kendra: Next round is half-filled, this is how it looks:

 

Round 1 Round 2 Quarterfinals Semifinals Final
Def vs Razor
vs Taga
Arias vs Taga
Round 3
Wolfie vs Jared
vs Dante
Dedo vs Dante
Round 4
Jassy vs Blackheart
vs Aja
Yuletide vs Aja
Round 3
Martigon vs Violet
vs Robertos
Hayes vs Robertos
FINAL
Malcri vs Desire
vs Aiko
Jeannie vs Aiko
Round 3
Luciano vs SM
vs Mayu
Mayu vs Lynx
Round 4
Chorker vs WildFire
vs Shade
Thunder vs Shade
Round 3
Ramos vs Tribal
vs Karras
Karras vs DJD

 

Simon: Now we will start filling the gaps. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

Mafiosos ride out in green zoot suits on motorcycles to the opening engine noises. On the back of one in the center sits Rosalina Ramos.

 

 

Sheri: First!! From the Keys, the head of the Garden, the Godmother, ROSALINA RAMOS!!

 

Rosalina is helped down to the ramp off the motorcycle by the mafiosos. 

 

Kendra: This match is a meeting of two rival crime families. It's big boss vs big boss.

 

Rosalina claps her hands and the Mafiosas create a series of human steps that lead up onto the apron. Rosalina is led by the hand up by one of the free Mafiosos.

 

 

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

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 260 pounds, the head of Riot Block, he is The Tribal Chief!

 

Simon: And the Chief is keeping an eye out for any rogue Gardeners. It's smart to keep your eyes about. 

 

Lenny: It's that distrust that's going to give you an ulcer.

 

Kendra: It's that distrust that gets you Ws.

 

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

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Rosalina going in for the charging clothesline, Tribal Chief ducks it, gets her up for that F-5 Variation!! RIP AND TEAR!!

 

Lenny: Wants to waste no more time than he has to, doesn't wanna give the Garden a chance to bloom and the cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

The Tribal Chief wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to Round 2, The Tribal Chief!!

 

Lenny: He wrapped that up with a quickness, try to prevent a gang war.

 

Kendra: Yeah but in doing so, I think he may have started one. The Godmother don't like being disrespected. But the Tribal Chief blows past her and is already eyeing Dorian Karras, sitting in his chair, taking the spot of Shawn Harris. 

 

Simon: He knows what's coming his way in Round 2. A paranoid man with eyes on his enemies. As he takes his seat, we head to the next matchup.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

A purple spotlight rests at the entrance way. Violet steps into it and straightens out her jacket.

 

 

Sheri: First! Representing E.M. Powered, from Los Angeles, California, VIOLET!

 

Violet struts down the ramp to boos.

 

Kendra: EM Powered got somewhat lost among all the groups last year after a very strong start, Violet looking here to get them re-noticed. 

 

Lenny: But she's going to need to get past the reigning US Champion to do it.

 

 

Dark blue lighting and dark smoke building up for Martigon to slowly walk through Scott Hall/Penta Jr style.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Ottawa, Canada, weighing in at 233 pounds, Wicked Deadly MATT MARTIGON!

 

He acknowledges some fans but mostly keeps his eyes locked squarely on Violet.

 

Kendra: If I'm Violet, I'm hoping that Martigon is too wiped out from his fight earlier to be fully effective, but he does look refreshed. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: The tie-up, Violet starting to overpower but Matt quickly reverses that and knee strikes to her midsection. Irish Whip to Violet, catches her on the rebound and Hatch Suplex! Violet landing on her feet, Dropsault pushing Martigon back, hits him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Pops herself up to the second rope and diving pointed elbow. Going for the quick cover-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Lenny: Matt's not going down that easy, shoulder up, they're both to their feet and Martigon with a spinning wheel kick!! The man's unstoppable! Getting her up and series of European Uppercuts, Irish Whip, she ducks the boot and back up, pulling at Matt's hair and a chop to his throat! That's just unnecessary.

 

Kendra: Oh don't be so squeamish. She gets him with a face wash, up to the top, yes queen go off and a diving knee drop! MATT GRABS HER LEG AND PULLS HER DOWN! FACEPLANT! And an Ankle Lock! 

 

Simon: Matt's ankle locks are no joke and can straight up hospitalize you if you're not careful, Violet getting herself to the ropes and Matt pulling her back OH SHE KICKS HIM AWAY, UP AND BANDIT COUNTRY NO HE DUCKS IT AND GETS HER UP IN THE ELEVATED TRIANGLE!! LIMIT BREAK!! SHE'S TAPPING!!

 

Matt Martigon wins by Submission!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round, The Wicked Deadly, Matt Martigon!!

 

Kendra: His unimpeachable winning ways continuing and now he'll be going to face another absolute force of nature in Robertos Michael in Round 2.

 

Simon: Let's continue building this bracket, shall we?

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: One Fall!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

The arena darkens as Luciano's music hits, and spotlights flicker between dark red and white. Luciano slowly walks out onto the stage, pausing momentarily to look around, sunglasses reflecting the lights.

 

 

Sheri: First! From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 294 pounds, the Brooklyn Butcher, LUCIANO!

 

Lenny: Luciano, like Violet, could really use a win. Let's see if he's more successful.

 

Kendra: I mean, let's be real, he's going against-

 

Announcer: Wrestling only has one Heartbreaker.

 

 

BOOOOMANIA rains down upon Helsinki, as the Deck of Hearts logo shows in gob lights around the arena and a supercut of SM embarrassing others plays on the titantron. SM walks out, adjusting his sunglasses and the Inferno Title on his shoulder to increase the boos.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the leader of Deck of Hearts and the Inferno Title, S! M! HEARTBREAKER!

 

SM Heartbreaker aura farms the hell out of his title as he walks down, reveling in the BOOS. He demands that Carter hold the rope open for him, and then steps in the ring.

 

The bell rings!

 

Kendra: Butcher wasting no time going for the Butcher's Blade Superkick, SM grabs his leg and low blow kick! Has the head locked in and a little shimmy shimmy, there's that DDT! Going for a quick and easy win-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round, S! M! Heartbreaker!

 

Kendra: Luciano's not gonna be thrilled about that, I can tell you that much.

 

Lenny: Wild that such a tough man goes down in one-oh wait, if you look at the replay, there are some painted nails holding Luciano's legs down from outside. The veteran ref somehow didn't see that. And then the hands popped back under the ring as soon as the count ended. 

 

Simon: I'm sure that whoever that was will get theirs at the hands of the Butcher. I can't tell someone just from hands, but my immediate guess is Jen Teal. 

 

Kendra: The ever-charismatic SM has a bunch of people who would die for him, hopefully not literally but I wouldn't be surprised if it went that far. 

 

Simon: And after the officials have reviewed the footage, I can in fact confirm that it is Jen Teal's hands and though SM will not be disqualified, Jen Teal will be fighting Luciano on that first Madness post-Heart Condition.

 

Lenny: And we've learned that Elijah, though not cleared for the rest of tonight, will be back in action to defend his Infernal Crown Title against the returning All-Star Eric Verne next week at Heart Condition in a hell in a cell match. 

 

 

Kendra: Apparently, Eric was the "safe" option after the assault on Elijah by the returning Radio Silence earlier today. Eric is someone with no group backing him and that was all that DA Jones needed to know. 

 

Lenny: You sound almost bitter about it.

 

Kendra: Eric didn't do anything to earn the title, and I didn't think DA was going to play it safe. And Balor Wolfe never actually lost the title. 

 

Lenny: Look, I'm glad Radio Silence is back, maybe things will return to how they're supposed to be, but they didn't exactly go about asking for it the right way. 

 

Kendra: That's how you call your shot in this business. You'd know that if you'd ever been in contention for a title.

 

Lenny: That's low.

 

Simon: Alright you two, calm down.

 

Lenny: Maybe we should settle this in the ring. 

 

Kendra: Alright. Maybe we should. Heart Condition Kickoff. You and me.

 

Lenny: Sounds great. 

 

Both of them slam their headsets down and walk off. 

 

Simon: We... still have a tournament to call. I guess that eventually I'll be joined by... someone... at the desk.

 

Steve Thunder sits down and sticks a headset on.

 

Steve: Yeah, I'm not doin' anything else, so happy to call it with my dude Applejax. 

 

 

Valerie: I saw what happened. I'm here. Crazy.

 

Simon: I still have to call the main show with them too, so I hope it doesn't blow up too much.

 

Steve: You ever think about steppin' up to Sherman, Valerie?

 

Valerie: Oh no, it wouldn't be a fair fight.

 

Steve: Hey don't sell yourself short.

 

Valerie: Oh no, I mean for him. 

 

Simon: There must be somethin' in the air.

 

Steve: This is the magic of the W2 my guy. Speakin' of, we got some more matches to call I think? Don't get me wrong, love shootin' the shit, make me earn my keep.

 

Simon: Let's get to it.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

Steve: Oh damn y'all, I came at the right time. These two hate each other.

 

The lights go out.

 

 

Wolfie walks out to mixed response.

 

 

Sheri: First! From England, weighing in at 290 pounds, the owner of Path 2 Glory, WOLFIE!

 

Wolfie rolls into the ring and puts his fists up.

 

Valerie: What can you tell us about Wolfie? 

 

Steve: He's no joke. Both in the sense of being an absolute beast in the ring and he's not one to make jokes. Hell of a good job running Path though, especially when Owen McManus was absent. I gotta absolutely show my respect. 

 

Simon: You handed him one of his few losses during the W2. 

 

Steve: I did, and this bruise on my shoulder is from that match. Still hasn't healed. It was a real touch-and-go kinda thing.

 

 

 “Guitar vs Violin” By Charlie Parra del Riego plays through the PA. As the Violin starts playing Jared emerges from the back, jogging out to the stage, stretching his right arm.

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From San Diego, California, weighing in at 190 pounds, representing the Scythe Society and Path 2 Glory, FALLLLLLEN JARED SCYTHE! 

 

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


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

Valerie: You've had quite a few experiences with this one as well.

 

Steve: Oh yeah. Jared and I go back further than most realize. I actually wrestled in XHW back when it was still a thing and not just a collection of miscreants seeking to recapture relevance. 

 

Simon: And what's your read on Jared Scythe?

 

Steve: He's a little bitch. He's always been a little bitch, even when he wins. I respect the hell out of his brother and I respect the hell out of his sister. But he's far and away the least talented and whiniest member of the Scythe family. 

 

Scythe turns to Steve. Clearly he hears all of this. The two of them posture at each other for a second. Wolfie takes the opportunity to get a clothesline in and the bell rings!

 

Valerie: Wolfie saw the moment and he took it. 

 

Steve: And this is exactly what I mean. I'm on commentary, I'm gonna commentare. Scythe should have known better than to take his eye off the ball. Little bitch.

 

Simon: Wolfie with a scoop up and a powerslam. Early cover-

 

Carter: ONE! 

 

Valerie: The shoulder's up. Wolfie dominating the early stages of this matchup, got Jared up for a vertical suplex and down they come! Steve, I think you may still be in Jared's head. 

 

Steve: I could certainly fit, it's cavernous enough.

 

Simon: Alright now. Wolfie coming off the ropes, Jared to his feet, Wolfie with the clothesline JARED TRAPS THE ARM AND A DDT! JARED KEEPS ON HIM AND A REAR NAKED!

 

Valerie: Wolfie has suddenly seen this one turn around on him!

 

Steve: The Rear Naked is a good way to get a free trip to the Chiropractor.

 

Simon: As a submission?

 

Steve: Hurts a bit, it does its thing, but a powerhouse like Wolfie isn't gonna let you get away with it easily, especially having a whole 100 pounds on Jared. 

 

Valerie: Wolfie powering to his feet!

 

Steve: Told ya. And ohhh getting run into the turnbuckles like that, that's a core trauma activated. You know, a lot of people assume the turnbuckle pads don't hurt because they're soft, but it's the way you contort around it that really stings. I don't think Jared packed enough weed to be effective pain relief for that. 

 

Simon: Wolfie throwing back elbows in the corner, Jared pushes him away! Enough runway, going for the Master Cutter, but he slides right off Wolfie!! Stays on his feet but Wolfie gets him with a Snap Inverted Powerslam!

 

Steve: Look at Wolfie being creative. Relatively speaking. Good job boyo.

 

Valerie: Wolfie to the legs, looking to get in the Wolfie Shooter! 

 

Simon: This could spell certain disaster for Jared right here and now. 

 

Steve: And this is that ring know-how that's making all the difference. Wolfie has Jared in the center of the ring. He's a natural. Jared can't rope break and he can't get any of the XHW goons involved without it being obvious.

 

Valerie: Wait... is Jared....doing pushups? He is! He's getting his workout here!

 

Simon: So many people in the back like "you can do that?" But Jared working his way back, and now clap pushups, and he shakes Wolfie off!! Shaking the rust off his legs, Wolfie upended that the hold didn't take, Jared takes the moment MASTER CUTTER!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Jared Scythe wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and Advancing to Round 2, JARED! SCYTHE!

 

Jared leans over and can be heard on hot mic shouting: "Who's the bitch NOW Steve? Who's the bitch NOW?"

 

Steve: Still you, bud. It's still you. Yeah. I won this event 2 years ago. Win the tournament and then come talk to me.

 

Jared makes threatening moves at Steve but is backed away by the referees to his chair. 

 

Valerie: And a shocking upset by Jared Scythe.

 

Simon: Wolfie didn't lose that one from being overpowered, he lost that one from being flabbergasted. But to someone like Jared, a win is a win is a win.

 

Steve: Oh but this is amazing guys... he's facing Dante Rivera in Round 2. Dante is finally going to get the fight he'd thought was coming his way when he first signed. 

 

Valerie: But if you're Victoria, do you root for your brother or your tag team partner-slash-ex? 

 

Steve: As the kids say, the intrigue is intriguing. 

 

Simon: I don't think the kids say that, Steve. 

 

Valerie: We're well past the halfway mark for our 1st round, so let's keep the ball rolling.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

 

Chorker's theme music "Rust" hits with a slow industrial metal track with deep drums, low guitar tones, and mechanical ambience. The arena plunges into darkness. The sound of grinding metal echoes. Red lights flicker with each step he takes.

 

 

Sheri: First! From the Forgotten Mills, weighing in at 273 pounds, CHORKER!!!

 

His fans try to touch him as he walks down but he shrugs them off as his one focus is to win the match and leave. As he reaches the ring, a single white spotlight shines down on him while the music fades into silence. He drops his chain onto the floor before stepping into the ring.

 

Steve: You gotta admire his steely focus and iron will. 

 

Valerie: In the ring he's all business. 

 

Simon: And he's gonna need every drop of that focus, because Wild-

 

The lights go out, causing a gasp in the audience. A single spotlight of pink in the center of the ring starts small and widens, almost as if it were a net. WildFire falls into it with a thump. 

 

 

 

A chilling laugh can be heard as the sound of a film projector winding up is heard and the titan tron flashes on to show-

 

 

-Adara Rose and the MAWLIWOOD Blondes laid out in what looks like it WAS a party, with "TRUST US" spraypainted on the wall. As we zoom in, we see TRUST US also spraypainted on WildFire. 

 

Simon: Radio Silence appear to be targeting the champs of the former Frequency show, before everything was folded in together.

 

Valerie: I'm sure they feel some ownership over those belts and how they're utilized, and must feel some kinda way how the show has gone on without them. 

 

Steve: But, I mean... they left. If I were Prime or Dream Champion at Path 2 Glory before coming here, I wouldn't reasonably expect that the belt was just going to be kept warm for me to come in and reclaim it. 

 

Valerie: At least the kids are with grandma.

 

Simon: Yeah, but... grandma's here.

 

Valerie: What.

 

 

Simon: Adara wanted her kids to see mommy win her first title in years, and of course her mom wanted to give support too.

 

Steve: Oh boy. You think Dr. Reed takes referrals?

 

 

Valerie: Well, Chorker is checking the heartbeat...thumbs up. Wild is still breathing and ok, just hurt. Chorker keeps his hand on and looks at Carter.

 

Steve: It was almost a kind action.

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Chorker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Your winner and advancing to Round 2, Chorker.

 

Valerie: You can see that Chorker is the slightest bit conflicted about the nature of the win, and he's helping WildFire onto the stretcher.

 

Steve: I think Jacen and Jaida may have to stay at Gram Gram's a couple nights. I heard she makes really good Maple Squares. We could all use a Maple Square right about now.

 

Simon: Well, as painful as it is to see this happen, we know Wild is alive and just needs to be looked at. So, we probably should just continue on with the show.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! 

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 First Round Match!

 

There's a slow decrease in lighting, and arena lights all but dim down to a hazing darkness. A cackling laugh bellows from the speaker before "Do It So Good” by Wargasm begins to play.

 

 

The lights continue to flicker ominously. Then a mixture of a colorful light show, and small pyro works lights up. We see Jassy the ever jovial crazy girl slink out through the entrance way.

 

 

Wearing a black leather attire with signature pink zebra print design.

 

Sheri: FIRST! The leader of Sex Appeal, from London, England, Mind Blowing JASSY!!!

 

Valerie: I'm sure that you're not too thrilled to see her, Steve. What with your cousin's allegiance and all.

 

Steve: That Pentacles match was not a highlight for me, but you know what, she didn't win it either. And Daria's not exactly had a shining career since throwing in with this lot so, I mean, come se come sa. And I have to say, I'm not mad at the idea of Damian Blackheart running her out of this match and tournament.

 

Simon: Damian will have to overcome the numbers game to do that.

 

She struts over to one side of the top stage area. She moves and sways in rhythm to the music, then poses like a glam rocker mixed with a model. Her 'Sex Appeal' team mates accompany her to the ring.

 

 

Steve: Who got the gremlins wet?

 

Simon: They have indeed seemed to get larger in number, it's one thing to know it and another to see it all at once.

 

A pyro, and a glitter bomb cannon explodes and colored glitter balls fly over and across the crowd, then they explode with sparkling glitter flying everywhere and all over the crowd. Jassy walks with swagger, occasionally pointing with disdain at the crowd, mouthing off at them, and calling them rats. When she reaches the outside ring area, she poses once more before climbing onto the apron.

 

She grabs the rope and leans forward, and swings from side to side, before pulling herself back, and entering the ring. Once in the ring Jassy stands in the center, pleased with herself, before ordering and watching PG-13 lay down on the canvas, and make a snow angel in the glitter.

 

 

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.

 

Valerie: Damian came back as a replacement on Day 1, him and Rade, and it's a tale of two results as Rade barely missed the tournament but Damian inched his way in. 

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent!! From the Silk Road, London, weighing in at 228 pounds, THE EMPIRIC, DAMIAN! BLACKHEART!

 

Simon: And here comes the phalanx. It would have been a good time to have Shadow Kawashima by his side.

 

Valerie: He might not need them! A cane uppercut to PG-13!! One for Skye Blue!! Bianca gets one for her too!! Scalpel Kick wipes out both of Lazik!!! Got Daria by the wrist...and up we go for a PLAGUEBRINGER!!!

 

Steve: He went straight up Bubonic on Sex Appeal and I am HERE. FOR. IT.

 

Simon: Just him and Jassy now.

 

Damian rolls under the ropes and rips off his mask. The bell rings!

 

Simon: Snap suplex by Blackheart sets Jassy at an immediate disadvantage.

 

Steve: Jassy's at her least effective when she actually has to wrestle.

 

Valerie: She charges him for a clothesline, oh but he clutches the wrist and exploder suplex!! 

 

Simon: Jassy rolls to the corner, getting herself back up, Damian charging with an elbow smash, Jassy jumps the attack, chops to Damian, gets herself up on the rope, Old School Walk and Slap to Damian's face!

 

Valerie: Just damn disrespectful.

 

Steve: You're just pissin' Damian off now. Whatever happens you brought on yourself. 

 

Simon: Damian staring Jassy down, Jassy staring Damian down, neither fears the other, Jassy with another slap, Damian rocks her with a headbutt! Damian whipping Jassy off the ropes, catching her and a backbreaker! Wrenching her arm, Half Nelson Backbreaker! Pulling back to give himself some runway I think we're gonna get a Scalpel Kick-whoa someone has hold of his ankle!

 

 

Simon: This is the second time Platinum has helped Jassy! 

 

Steve: I think it's fair to say she's Sex Appeal at this point. In group I mean, I could take her or leave her.

 

Valerie: Carter arguing with Platinum, Jassy has Damian's Plaguebringer Mask and she gets Damian in the eye with the beak!!! 

 

Steve: Un-Beak-lievable!!! 

 

Simon: Platinum sent away, Jassy rolls Damian up-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Jassy wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and Advancing to Round 2, JASSY!

 

Valerie: Sickening. We gotta get some med staff to take care of Damian.

 

Steve: It's like a War Hospital in the med tent today. Good lord.

 

Simon: 2 more matches to go for the first round!

 

 

The arena is plunged into darkness and a green pulsing light fills the arena...

 

 

 'Killing in the Name' by Rage Against the Machine begins to play and out from the back appears the voluptuous figure of Sophie Desire. She poses seductively at the top of the ramp, playing with her long blonde curls and blowing kisses to the crowd.

 

 

Sheri: Introducing first, hailing from Santa Monica, California.
Representing The Firm……..Standing 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 165lbs.
She is the ‘Suicide Blonde……… SOPHIE DESIRE!!!!!

 

Steve: Blondie tried to split my friends' team up, she ultimately wasn't successful because the power of friendship will always beat the power of seduction. Perry had some weird trunks while they were teaming together though, I'll say. 

 

Valerie: How is she as a fighter?

 

Steve: Oh, dangerous. Absolutely a beast in the ring. Malcri's got his work cut out.

 

She soaks in the reaction before making her way slowly toward the ring.

Sophie rolls into the ring and drapes herself across the ropes as she smiles sexily at the fans in attendance.

 

 

The lights go out, the music starts, the phrase "Comprende al Control" is said and after the next beat, the pyro explodes, the lights go on and Malcri comes out onto the stage raising his arms and encouraging the audience.

 

 

Sheri: And her opponent! From Bolivia, at 5 foot 9 and 200 pounds, the Bolivian Proud, MALCRI!!!

 

Malcri goes for the ramp shouting and waving with a lot of attitude and ruthless aggression, which the fans cheer.

 

Steve: I dig this dude. I dig his vibe, his ability to be angry in a happy way. We need more of that. 

 

Malcri slides in the ring and shakes Sophie off the rope! The bell rings!

 

Simon: Mal really said "Wake up, Sophie!" 

 

Valerie: Never interrupt a woman who's sunbathing. She's mad now and he's gonna get it. 

 

Sophie gets in Mal's face and slaps him. Mal responds with a flurry of face punches.

 

Simon: Mal Irish Whipping Sophie, catches her with a Uraken! 

 

Steve: Don't come knockin' when they hit Uraken! 

 

Valerie: She staggers but doesn't fall, turns on her heel and spinning clothesline absolutely mollywhops him. She pulls him up by the back of his shirt and exploder suplex! Mal quick to his feet, takes the run and bulldog! To the top, diving headbutt! Keeps it moving, to the other corner and Spiral Tap!!!

 

Steve: HE'S A MADMAN!!

 

Simon: He's got the crowd going! But maybe a little too much energy into it, turns back for a diving elbow SOPHIE WITH A SUPERKICK! BLASTED HIM OUT OF THE AIR WITH IT! The cover-

 

Carter: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Mal's got the shoulder up. Sophie with a Snap DDT to put him right back down. Taking a run, on the turn around and Atomic Blonde Stomp NO! MALCRI PULLS OUT OF THE WAY AND SOPHIE LANDS HARD ON HER FOOT! Malcri takes the run backwards, little bit of runway... chop block! 

 

Steve: What to do when you have a perfectly golden target but it's not your fighting style? A good ankle lock right now could put this out but I don't see Mal getting too technical. 

 

Simon: Mal puts the leg over the bottom rope, and a leaping stomp! Taking a run and going for that stomp again OH SOPHIE ABLE TO SHOOT THE FOOT UP AND SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE! 

 

Valerie: The men in the arena all cringed in unison there. She drags Malcri back into the ring and into the corner. 

 

Steve: This is where she's most dangerous. Running senton and you could see her hobble a bit, the horse ain't a stud, but she's effective. At least not quite ready for the glue factory.

 

Simon: Mal crumples in the corner, Sophie coming in with those speedy forearm blasts, she pulls Malcri up to the top buckle, she could be going for a Superplex... oh! That ankle is shaking and the leg isn't stable! Mal able to sense the hesitation! Boots her off, BOLIVIANRANA!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Malcri wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to Round 2, THE BOLIVIAN PROUD!!! MALCRI!!!

 

Simon: That was a hell of a fight. If Sophie hadn't tweaked her leg, she might have taken it. 

 

Steve: See ya Blondie. Back o'er the ocean you go now. 

 

Valerie: We have one more spot in the second round, and this is bound to be an absolute smashfest. 

 

 

Sheri: The following match is scheduled for One Fall! 

 

Crowd: One Fall!

 

Sheri: And is the final match of the W2 First Round!

 

The camera’s return to Helsinki Olympic as the fans in attendance cheer in the excitement of being on TV. The lights in the arena progressively, but quickly dim until there is a slight darkness hanging over the arena.

 

 

The darkness remains through the intro, before the song drops and a spotlight shines on the center of the stage, revealing a silhouette of a man within the mist clutching a bat.

 

 

He lifts the bat and points it towards the ring, the tip of it emerging from the shroud. As the song picks up pace, he cuts through the smoke by swiping upwards and emerges from it, standing at the top of the stage as red and white lights weave their way around the crowd like serpents - who respond with feverish anticipation.

 

Sheri: First, weighing in at 336 pounds, he is The Bully of Bullies - SCOOOOTTT RAAAAAZOOR!!

 

He begins to stride forward towards the ring confidently with his bat hanging over his shoulder. He calmly walks up the ring steps, entering the ring and faces each side of the arena with his bat raised in the air, shouting ferociously. He finally turns to wait for his opponent.

 

 

Defjam jogs out of the back onto the stage and stares out to the fans before crossing his arms above his head in an "X". 

 

 

Sheri: And his opponent! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing 225 pounds, the LEGEND OF X-TREME, DEF! JAM!!!

 

He drops them down and yells "XTREEEEEEME" as red pyro goes off on either side of him. He then begins jogging down the ramp, alternating sides to hi five fans along the way. As he gets to the ring he climbs the steps, stopping at the top to kiss his dog tags before rising up and climbing through the middle rope.


Once in the ring he jogs a lap around the ring, nodding his head to the music before climbing a turnbuckle and points out to the fans. He then spreads his arms wide and backflips off, landing on a knee in the center of the ring before crossing his arms above his head in an "X" and yells "XTREEEEEEEEME".


Finally, he gets to his feet and removes his dog tags which he hands to a stage hand.

 

Steve: AW YEA, IT'S ON NOW!! 

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: Scott and Def absolutely wailing on each other, Scott with brutal shots to the stomach, Def taking his fists to the head of Scott, they move into a headlock and test of strength, Scott starting to overpower and Def turning the tide, I can't tell who's going to get the ultimate win here. 

 

Steve: Aw, it's a hug battle! 

 

Simon: Scott with the headbutt breaks the gridlock, snap suplex! Def up quickly, slides under the lariat, German Suplex, Scott bounces off his shoulder blades but lands on his feet, charges forward with a straight punch right to the solar plexus of Def, and now with the other hand but Def grabs the arm and armbar!

 

Steve: I've made the mistake on more than one occasion of thinking that Def's just a smash-mouth hardcore guy, Def is a true 5-point player and if you don't watch it he's gonna get you. 

 

Valerie: Scott's not even bothering looking for the rope, he swings his body weight around and a brutalizing hook to the head of Def just ringing his bell, back body drop tossing Def overhead, Def once again going for that German, Scott trying to elbow out of it, Def grabbing hold of the elbow and transition into a half-nelson, Half-and-Half Suplex!! 

 

Simon: Both men throwing maybe a little too much force into it, not able to hold on for any pin attempt. 

 

Valerie: If the goal is in fact to go for the pin.

 

Steve: Both of these men want to hurt you, and I think sometimes they forget that there's an official match going on.

 

Simon: Scott looking the tiniest bit fuzzy, shakes it off in time to catch out the STO attempt into a Sidewalk Slam! And finally trying for a pin.

 

Carter: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Def gets the shoulder up, I think Scott's actually smiling a bit though. 

 

Simon: Been a lot of people going down quickly, and Scott's been itching for a real fight.

 

Steve: This is the right man to give it to him. Def will unplug his own IV drip to beat the hell out of someone.

 

Simon: Def wiping that smile off his face with a headlock punch flurry. Oh and Scott placing his hands and...he's benchpressing him! And just tossing him back! Scott scoops Def up and a humongous powerbomb OH DEF REVERSES INTO A FRANKENSTEINER! AND A PIN-

 

Carter: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Scott says no way, and lifts Def up...he wants that Powerbomb and he's gonna get it! OH but Def keeps his legs wrapped around the head and pulls Scott down for the submission! Gets the armbar for good measure!! 

 

Steve: Good luck making THAT a slam, Scottish Terrier!

 

Simon: Scott says challenge accepted, getting his body up, taking Def with him and slams Def down with just his arm!!

 

Steve: "Puny God." 

 

Valerie: that's taken a tiny bit out of Scott, he's starting to look a little worn, but shakes it off and goes to pick to Def, pulls him up by the back of the neck OH Def throwing a punch to the gut, a second, Irish Whipping Scott off the rope, going for the Clothesline, Scott ducks it and keeps going, Def takes the run in the other direction... SPEAR COLLISION!!!

 

Steve: Someone really needed to put a light in that intersection. Good lord. 

 

Simon: And both men are down, Carter starting the count. 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: They really have brutalized each other. 

 

Carter: THREE! FOUR! 

 

Steve: So if both men go down, what happens, is it a bye for Taga? 

 

Simon: I think they reset the match, or someone else altogether steps in. We don't really like byes here. 

 

Carter: FIVE! SIX!

 

Valerie: Def is up!! And he's not gonna have Scott go down this way either, pulling Scott up by his neck, throwing him into the corner face first and taking him up to the top rope, Def up to the middle... No wait, Def joins Scott up at the top!! German Suplex! Scott goes rolling!! 

 

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome! 

 

Simon: Def charging for that Code of Justice... jumps up SCOTT FLATTENS HIM WITH A POWERBOMB! Going for that Pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Steve: Def's Shoulder is up! But Holy hell! I didn't know you could reverse the Code of Justice like that!!

 

Valerie: Scott pulls Def up by the waist, GERMAN SUPLEX! SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! And completing the Razor Tril-Def pulls him down with a Bulldog! Pulling Scott up, double underhook, up onto the shoulders!

 

Steve: DREEEEEEEAM CRUSHER!!!! And the cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

DefJam wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Your Winner, and the final person advancing to Round 2, The Legend of X-Treme, DEF! JAM!

 

Steve: I knew he'd pull it out. Good job Def!! 

 

Valerie: Def and Scott with a handshake after, game recognize game. You love to see the respect. 

 

Simon: And with the first round settled, this is what Round 2 looks like!

 

Round 1 Round 2 Quarterfinals Semifinals Final
Def vs Razor
Def vs Taga
Arias vs Taga
Round 3
Wolfie vs Jared
Jared vs Dante
Dedo vs Dante
Round 4
Jassy vs Blackheart
Jassy vs Aja
Yuletide vs Aja
Round 3
Martigon vs Violet
Martigon vs Robertos
Hayes vs Robertos
FINAL
Malcri vs Desire
Malcri vs Aiko
Jeannie vs Aiko
Round 3
Luciano vs SM
SM vs Mayu
Mayu vs Lynx
Round 4
Chorker vs WildFire
Chorker vs Shade
Thunder vs Shade
Round 3
Ramos vs Tribal
Tribal vs Karras
Karras vs DJD

 

Steve: Oh that Jassy-Aja match is gonna be awkward.

 

Simon: One will probably lay down for another. We see how ZLI have done this in the past. 

 

Kendra: Well, it looks like we're getting right into the second round as Taga rushes the ring!

 

 

Simon: Def blasts Taga with a Code of Justice and goes straight for the cover!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

DefJam wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner and advancing to the Quarterfinals, The Legend of X-Treme, DEFJAM!!!

 

Steve: Normally I don't love a snap match but Def just want through the ringer with Scott and better to get the match done and dusted before El Verdad come in and mess it up.

 

Valerie: And so we move on to our next match.

 

 

Sheri: Our following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Second Round Match! Returning to the ring... the Bolivian Proud MALCRI! And the Moonblade Aiko!

 

Aiko and Malcri shake hands and then the bell rings!

 

Steve: This is the energy of what this tournament is supposed to be about. The best fighters respecting each other and then beating each other within an inch of their lives. Dignified violence.

 

Valerie: Test of strength and into a headlock by Mal, Mal with a bit of wrench and bringing it down with a bulldog! Already running to the ropes, springboard, diving headbutt! Hooking the leg but Aiko shoulders out before the 1. Mal right to the top and doesn't wait, diving back elbow. 

 

Simon: Aiko having a difficult time in the early goings here, Mal keeping the heat on. Mal lifts up Aiko by the head, cracks her with a Uraken! Aiko staggers back, Malcri with the Spinning Wheel Kick AIKO CATCHES HIM! POWERBOMB AND A QUICK PIN ATTEMPT- Mal kicks before the 1. 

 

Steve: Aiko keeps him down with an armbar, and at least she has ground game. We were talkin' about this earlier in Malcri's match with Sophie, he's a great fighter but he's not a ground-fighter kinda guy, and you can sense his discomfort with it as Aiko has this hold on him. It's a real blindspot. 

 

Valerie: People don't really associate you with the submission world either, Steve. 

 

Steve: And I like that that's how they see me. Then when I get the Neverending Stormy on it becomes a shock for everyone. I was taught that early - fight for every situation. Have a big move ready no matter where you are. 

 

Simon: Malcri's fighting to his feet and looking for that big move, effectively up and the Uraken again! And a spin kick, taking a run and I think that running DDT is about to AIKO REVERSES INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Valerie: Malcri to his feet DUCKS the Moonblade Kick coming back around, Running Knee to the back drapes Aiko over the rope, Mal taking a run and running up Aiko's back to hit that jumping elbow AIKO PULLS AWAY! Mal airballs to the apron and Aiko dropkicks him to the floor! She runs back, builds that runway, CLEARS THE ROPES, CLEARS THE APRON, BODY SPLASH TO THE OUTSIDE!! 

 

Steve: Olympians choose high or long jump, we do both. 

 

Simon: Are you shading the Olympics in Olympic Stadium?

 

Steve: Fight me, Olympics.

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! 

 

Valerie: Malcri to his feet, Aiko to hers and Malcri Irish Whips Aiko into sides of the steps!! 

 

Carter: THREE! FOUR!

 

Simon: Going for that running dropkick, what the hell??

 

Steve: Squirrel on the tracks!! Blocking Malcri's way!!

 

Carter: FIVE! SIX!

 

Valerie: Wait, did that-?

 

 

Steve: That Squirrel just flipped Malcri off MALCRI WITH A FIELD GOAL KICK SENDS THE SQUIRREL INTO THE STANDS! AIKO SPRINGING OFF THE APRON MOONBLADE KICK!!!

 

Valerie: AIKO ROLLS MALCRI INTO THE RING AND THAT'S GONNA DO IT-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Aiko wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner and Advancing to Round 3, the MOONBLADE! AIKO!

 

Valerie: Aiko with another victory that had a surprise aiding to it. 

 

Simon: I wonder if that was one of Bjork's personal squirrels or if it came in on its own accord. 

 

Steve: I wonder where it we-

 

A woman stands up in the audience with the squirrel in her beer to cheers.

 

Steve: Oh mate oh. Someone get this woman another beer on the house, that's- I mean it's impressive but- wow. 

 

Simon: Did that squirrel land directly in your-

 

The woman nods to cheers. The squirrel gives a thumbs up.

 

Valerie: Damn.

 

Steve: So we gotta give Malcri SOMETHING for that, right? I mean, we can't send him to the next round or nothin' but some sort of recognition.

 

Simon: Well, while you think of that, we've got our next match coming up and I don't think it's going to top this last one in terms of fighting somehow.

 

 

Valerie: We've got the heads of the two subdivisions of ZLI facing off. And they're talking, oh I think Jassy is telling Aja to lay down and let her pass. Aja seems to be countering that Jassy should be the one to lay down and give this to her. 

 

Simon: I think they each think they outrank the other, but they're doing it through smiles. Sorta. 

 

Steve: They're not using mics so I can't tell what they're saying, but it seems to amount to "My career is failing more and I need this tournament more than you do." Oh, it's starting to get tense in there. 

 

 

Valerie: Paulina and Rica in the ring now, trying to argue the case for Aja it seems like. They're still keeping it somewhat civil but you can tell there's tension.

 

 

Steve: Look, I despise Jassy, there's no two ways about it, but Aja had to know that playing the numbers game against Sex Appeal wasn't-

 

 

Simon: The Tag Champs are out here!! Are they joining Asesinato?

 

Valerie: No, they just hate Jassy's constant teasing of them that much. 

 

Steve: ZLI is going to eat itself alive, and there's not enough popcorn in the world for it.

 

Valerie: That's still only 5 of them against 7 of Sex Appeal-

 

 

Steve: Lucenza was also in Jassy's burn book and now I'm sure she's regretting that choice. 7 on 6.

 

 

Valerie: Platinum. 8 on 6. 

 

 

Valerie: US Rae is starting her bodyguarding early and it looks like she's evening it out for Asesinato! 8 on 7. 

 

Simon: This is turning it into a real Civil War.

 

 

Steve: And Sarah Sharp evens it out. This all proved not-WHOA HEY SARAH SHARP JUST ACCEPTED A SEX APPEAL JACKET!! AND SHE'S WAVING SOMEONE ELSE DOWN-

 

 

Simon: ANNA KONDA LEAVES VENOM CARTEL FOR SEX APPEAL!!! THIS IS NUTS!!!

 

Valerie: It is now 10 on 8, and Aja knows when she's been beaten. She puts her hands up and says "I'll accept the fall."

 

Steve: The amount of power that Jassy is wielding now is just gonna make her that much more unbearable. 

 

Simon: Carter tells everyone to clear the ring as Aja gets on her back, this is so embarrassing. Sex Appeal gamely clears the ring, the rest of ZLI clear the ring, Jassy with the press AJA POSSUM ROLL-UP!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Aja Lioness wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO ROUND 3.... THE WITCH! AJA LIONESS!!!

 

Steve: That... that was a thing of beauty. Bravo. Bravissimo. 

 

Valerie: Oh and it's going DOWN ringside. Sex Appeal and the rest of ZLI are going at it. And in the ring, Jassy is apoplectic as Aja mouths "Just business, babe."

 

The brawl takes the group backstage, and Jassy runs after them.

 

Simon: ZLI... ZLI are on a Crash Course, and already an interfactional gauntlet has been booked for that first Madness after Heart Condition. 

 

Steve: DA is ON THE BALL. And I actually have something for Malcri, Malcri come on back. 

 

Malcri returns to the ring.

 

Steve: Now Malcri, buddy, this is just a mock-up for now, but I want you to have this-

 

 

Steve: I sent it to my friends in belt design, and they're going to have a belt made up for you, but I wanted you to see it first.

 

Malcri smirks and daps Steve, then holds up the picture briefly to cheers before leaving.

 

Steve: Oh man. I'm glad he took that well. Some people don't like to have fun here. You're a good one, Malcri. Now who wants to see more fights??

 

The crowd whoops and hollers. Steve leaves the ring and Sheri re-enters.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Round 2 Match! Entering the ring, Chorker and Shade Shadow!

 

Simon: Do you hope that Chorker wipes the floor with Shade, Steve?

 

Steve: Because he beat me? I know it doesn't make for good television but no, dude beat me fair and square, I don't hold it against him. Do I think Chorker WILL wipe the floor with Shade? 100 percent. Dude's first match was literally gifted to him from the sky. 

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: Shade trying to get the jump on Chorker with a running clothesline but eats a Big Boot! Scoops him up and piledriver!! Going for the Iron Elbow... that plated elbow right into the heart of Shade! I think I heard a rib crack!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Chorker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner and advancing to Round 3, CHORKER!

 

Steve: We're already halfway through the first half of Round 2! That's CRAZY. I haven't even finished my Banana Pizza yet. 

 

Simon: And our bracket looks a little something like-

 

Round 1 Round 2 Quarterfinals Semifinals Final
Def vs Razor
Def vs Taga
Arias vs Taga
Def vs
Wolfie vs Jared
Jared vs Dante
Dedo vs Dante
Round 4
Jassy vs Blackheart
Jassy vs Aja
Yuletide vs Aja
Aja vs
Martigon vs Violet
Martigon vs Robertos
Hayes vs Robertos
FINAL
Malcri vs Desire
Malcri vs Aiko
Jeannie vs Aiko
Aiko vs
Luciano vs SM
SM vs Mayu
Mayu vs Lynx
Round 4
Chorker vs WildFire
Chorker vs Shade
Thunder vs Shade
Chorker vs
Ramos vs Tribal
Tribal vs Karras
Karras vs DJD

 

Simon: What's almost as crazy as who's in it is who's not. Big names already out. Jassy was an early favorite but got outsmarted by Aja. WildFire would also have been an early favorite to win it had it not been for Radio Silence. Scott Razor, Yuletide, Wolfie, all taken to the woodshed, and of course our man here Steve. Heavy hitters are being decimated.

 

Steve: Much love for putting me in that list, I don't know I belong but thank you. But you're not wrong about the heavy hitters, not to mention those who missed the mark... Nero is a stalwart whose run of bad luck has been following him for some time, I would have had him at least in the semi-finals. And Rade missing for the first time in 4 years is crazy to me. Hell, I don't like her but I think Zora's run matches Rade's.

 

Simon: Moving it over to what IS coming... those who made it into the third round are far from safe.

 

Valerie: Absolutely right. Chorker's gonna have a brutal match against him one way or the other, as will Aja. Those pairs are absolute wrecking balls. 

 

Simon: Aiko will need eyes in the back of her head no matter what happens, both SM and Mayu are slimy individuals.

 

Steve: And the story of the northern quadrant becoming Scythe Territory is maybe a blurse for Def Jam, who will either need to fight his little bitch brother or his sister's tag team partner in Round 3. Def, if you wanna do Easter or Thanksgiving with me this year I'll invite you in. 

 

Valerie: And the determining match is right now.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Round 2 Match! Entering the ring, Jared Scythe and Dante Rivera!!

 

The two stare daggers into each other as the bell rings!

 

Steve: It's time for the Third Best Dante to fight the Third Worst Jared. 

 

Valerie: Okay, I have to ask.

 

Steve: It goes Voice actor and Rufio Dante Basco, Dante from Devil May Cry, Dante Rivera; and Fogel, Kushner, and Scythe. 

 

Simon: No love for Dante Alleghieri? 

 

Steve: Have you read Inferno?

 

Simon: No.

 

Steve: Exactly. 

 

Valerie: Jared wrenching Dante's arm, slamming his forearm into Dante's face, another twist of the arm and DDT. Gets right down and goes for the Rear Naked right out...Dante trying to fight him off, up to his feet, backpack stunner, Springboard Moonsault, going for the quick cover-

 

Carter: ONE! 

 

Simon: Jared with the shoulder up, Dante pulls him up, Irish Whip and going for the STO, Jared pushes in the other direction and going for that Kimura, going for the Checkmate, Dante flipping back to his feet, Jared hasn't let go of the arm and a Judo Flip! 

 

Steve: Truly a smart move, giving a dynamic high-flyer space to fly. Way to go Jar-Bear. 

 

Valerie: Dante springs up, tornado DDT! Jared to his feet, Dante with a German Suplex Toss, Jared rolling to his feet, going for the Rear Naked, Dante charges backwards towards a turnbuckle! Slams Jared, running back, charging in and Jared guillotines him on the turnbuckle!! Gets behind Dante and the double knee backbreaker!!!

 

Steve: Ah yes, a double knee backbreaker. Truly inspiring. Somehow Jared makes it look like he just fell on his back.

 

Jared looks over at Steve and starts jawing at him. Dante uses the time to get himself to a corner.

 

Simon: Dante lining himself up, Jared you probably shouldn't be looking this way.

 

Valerie: Jared turns around INTO A DIRT NAP!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Dante Rivera wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner and advancing to Round 3, DANTE! RIVERA!!!

 

Simon: Dante and Victoria came here thinking that Jared would be here, and now Dante has just sent him right back out to Path.

 

Steve: Yeah, good riddance. Get outta my house. 

 

Jared motions "Come at me bro" to Steve as he passes. Steve laughs and gives him the thumbs up.

 

Valerie: One Scythe brother down, one to go. But now, here we go with the next match.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! 

 

Crowd: One Fall!

 

Sheri: And it is a W2 Second Round Match! Re-entering the ring, SM Heartbreaker and Mayu Iwatani! 

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: SM with the green mist, Instrument of Destruction and Mayu eats the ground. 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to Round 3, SM Heartbreaker.

 

Steve: Of course he is. SM gets away with everything, but I remain confident he'll get his comeuppance. 

 

Valerie: Sometimes it's how you play the game.

 

Simon: It may be effective, but it's not pretty.

 

Valerie: It may not be pretty, but it's effective. 

 

Steve: It's a cheat code. Either way... let's get to the next match.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: One Fall!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Round 2 Match! Returning to the ring, the Wicked Deadly Matt Martigon! And Devilishly Great, Robertos Michael!! 

 

The bell rings!

 

Valerie: And this is likely going to be the most aggressive match of the second round. 

 

Simon: Robertos Michael going for a Superkick right out, blasts Matt Martigon back, going for a second but Matt gets the leg and Ankle Lock! 

 

Steve: Real early to be going for something that in its earliest stages is essentially just calisthenics. And Robertos going for the enzuigiri, Matt ducks and dragon leg whip! 

 

Valerie: Matt pulls Michael up, blasts him with a European Uppercut, holding up the arm a little too long though and Robertos hooks it, spin around and gets the Cobra Clutch in and there's the Suplex! Little too much force to hold on for the pin, but it's going down! Robertos lifting Matt up and another German Suplex! Going for the head and locks in that Sleeperhold!

 

Simon: Matt fighting to his feet, he looks like he might be successful in doing so, not a huge size disparity between these two, only 18 pounds more on Michael and they match on height, but Matt can bench almost twice his weight. This is nothing for him. Getting his right arm down, he gets Michael up and a Samoan Drop! Some quick back elbows to the face of Michael and he goes for the pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Steve: Ooh real nice Crucifix reversal by Michael there.

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! 

 

Valerie: And Matt rolls out...but Michael grabs his left arm with his right hand, coming to pull him down BUT MATT REVERSES INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Steve: Oh damn, Michael with that crucifix armbar! This dude got more crucifixes than a Hobby Lobby.

 

Simon: Matt trying to fight to the rope, Michael trying to pull him back, but Matt makes it-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

 

Valerie: Robertos Michael breaks the hold, Matt snaps back with a spin kick, grabs Robertos Michael and Fallaway Slam! Robertos quick to his feet, Matt boots him right back down, Robertos going for the ankle, Matt boots him in the head. Matt picks him up, Spinning Impaler DDT! CHAOTIC NEUTRAL!! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-NO!

 

Simon: MICHAEL HAS THE FOOT ON THE ROPE!! Martigon absolutely gobsmacked, Robertos Michael takes the moment to hit the Cobra Clutch Suplex! 

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Robertos Michael wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to Round 3, DEVILISHLY GREAT! ROBERTOS! MICHAEL!

 

Steve: Until the head hits, the Chaotic Neutral looks like a good time. Maybe we can convince ChungCo to open a theme park based on our finishers. 

 

Simon: That may not actually be a bad idea. Amazing that Michael was able to get out of it, but he may be a little dazed. We'll have to see later. But for now, we are going to move to the final match of Round 2. 

 

 

Sheri: The Following Contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is the final match in the W2 Round 2! Re-entering the ring, Tribal Chief and Dor-

 

The Garden are out here!

 

 

The Garden beat the living hell out of Tribal Chief!!

 

Valerie: We knew she wasn't going to take the loss lightly.

 

Simon: Indeed, and this leaves open pickings for Dorian, AND since the bell hasn't rung, it's not a DQ!

 

Tribal Chief is rolled into the ring, and the bell rings!

 

Steve: You can tell that Dorian isn't thrilled to have it turn out quite like this, but he's gonna take it. The cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE! 

 

Dorian Karras wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Your winner, and the final entrant into Round 3, DORIAN KARRAS!

 

Steve: This second round was a little on the quick side, wasn't it?

 

Valerie: It was. A quick round but one that will have quite a few longstanding reverberations. 

 

Simon: And at the end of that round, this is what the tree looks like.

 

Round 1 Round 2 Quarterfinals Semifinals Final
Def vs Razor
Def vs Taga
Arias vs Taga
Def vs Dante
Wolfie vs Jared
Jared vs Dante
Dedo vs Dante
Round 4
Jassy vs Blackheart
Jassy vs Aja
Yuletide vs Aja
Aja vs Robertos
Martigon vs Violet
Martigon vs Robertos
Hayes vs Robertos
FINAL
Malcri vs Desire
Malcri vs Aiko
Jeannie vs Aiko
Aiko vs SM
Luciano vs SM
SM vs Mayu
Mayu vs Lynx
Round 4
Chorker vs WildFire
Chorker vs Shade
Thunder vs Shade
Chorker vs Karras
Ramos vs Tribal
Tribal vs Karras
Karras vs DJD

 

Simon: Dante has one more Scythe brother to get through.

 

Valerie: I imagine this must bring back memories of dating Victoria and the brothers having their eyes on him. 

 

Steve: More to the point, I wonder how Dante and Victoria will work together after he fights both her brothers. And Aiko, oh, poor Aiko. As much as I want her to take out Small Man, I have a bad feeling the next round may be her last. 

 

Simon: The other two matches, no conceivable idea who is in a better place. Aja Lioness and Robertos Michael are both crafty fighters, Dorian and Chorker are brutalizers who've been given easy goes, so either of them could be heading to the semi-finals.

 

Valerie: And those are the two we're starting with, so here we go.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Quarterfinal Match! Already in the ring, Dorian Karras! Entering the ring, Chorker!

 

The bell rings!

 

Simon: Chorker trying right for the Steelstrike, Karras catches it out and Fireman's Carry Takeover. Chorker back up to his feet but Karras ready for that and a Spinebuster. Leg hook and cover-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Valerie: Got the shoulder up. Karras takes that shoulder and pushes in, going for the Fujiwara! Chorker trying to get to his feet, Karras wrenching the hold deeper.

 

Steve: Both of these men are big and strong grrr and they don't tap out.

 

Simon: That's a way to say it for sure, but you're not in essence wrong. Chorker straining but now pushing back on his feet and that's more effective and short arm clothesline!! Karras staggering, trying to stay on his feet STEELSTRIKE LANDS AND KARRAS GOES DOWN!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Valerie: Shoulder up!! 

 

Steve: I've never seen a Strike resolved that fast!

 

Simon: Dorian's bell clearly rung, but he's not out of it yet. That could change in an instant, Chorker's got his hand around the throat of Dorian, going for that Chorkslam, Dorian with a liver punch! Another one! Knee lift to the Sternum and the Palm to the Chest! Chorker releases the hold, Belly to Belly by Dorian! Chorker bounces hard but back to his feet, Spinebuster by Dorian! 

 

Valerie: Dorian pulling Chorker up, ripcord into a knee strike! 

 

Steve: I hope he's got spare ribs, cuz he's gonna need em. And there's the end of the Laconian Verdict!! Chorker is down!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Simon: Down but not out! Chorker's got the shoulder up! Chorker punching his way to his feet, throat thrust and a double axe handle has Dorian downed! Chorker's got the elbow ready... that Iron Elbow and coming down DORIAN MOVES! 

 

Steve: That's gonna rattle that plate in his arm, and looks like Dorian's going right back for that Fujiwara but Chorker swings with a solid punch to Dorian's temple before it could get locked in!! Dorian absolutely rocked, Chorker going for a run and looking for that big boot, Dorian remembers where he is in time to get the Hatch Suplex!! I love it when a plan comes together.

 

Valerie: Dorian and Chorker can't seem to get an extensive streak of moves going on each other, they are evenly matched, Chorker to his feet, Dorian with an Irish Whip, Chorker reverses and Dorian reverses again, Chorker goes running, Dorian runs in the other direction, DOUBLE BIG BOOT!

 

Simon: They're laid out right next to each other and WHAT THE HELL IS THIS-

 

 

Steve: That goddamn squirrel is back and he's sitting square on Dorian!

 

Valerie: You're not seriously going to count this, are you Ref?

 

Carter hesitates but the squirrel stares him down.

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Steve: DORIAN LAUNCHES THAT BASTARD BACK INTO THE STANDS! He didn't hook the leg and he's paying for it!

 

Simon: Dorian pulls Chorker up, and the Driving T-Bone Suplex!!! PHALANX BREAKER!!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Dorian Karras wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE FIRST SEMI-FINALIST, DORIAN KARRAS!!!

 

Steve: What an absolute badass! Though I wonder how he stacks up against other Heralds, like the Silver Surfer.

 

Valerie: We may not see that match, but we're going to see him fight twice more... the Semi-Finals, and then either the Finals or the Bronze Medal Match. 

 

Simon: Three more matches in the Semi-Final. Let's. Go. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Quarterfinals Match! Entering the ring, The Witch, Aja Lioness! And Dev-

 

 

Simon: TRIPLE CHOKESLAM TO ROBERTOS MICHAEL!!!

 

Steve: Robertos Michael said he wasn't afraid of a Conspiracy, he wasn't bothered by El Verdad, but perhaps he should have been at least concerned about them. You can't be too arrogant here.

 

Robertos Michael is rolled in and the bell rings!

 

Simon: Aja's got that boot lined up, Robertos Michael getting to his feet ZOMBIE RAISING!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Aja Lioness wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Semi-Finals, the Witch, AJA LIONESS!

 

Valerie: The Semi-Finals are half full, we've already got Aja and Dorian set to move on, Michael's night is over.

 

Simon: We're gonna get right into the next one. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! 

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is a W2 Quarterfinals Match! Re-entering the ring, SM Heartbreaker, and the Moonblade Aiko!

 

The bell rings!

 

Steve: Come on Aiko!! We believe in you!!

 

Simon: She comes in hot blasting SM with chops, the Irish Whip and nails him with a Judo Throw! SM to his feet, readying that green mist but Aiko with the Spinning Back Fist to the throat of SM making him swallow the mist, taking advantage of SM gagging to blast him with a shotgun dropkick to the ribs. 

 

Steve: Oh nasty, he just released that green mist on the mat. Aiko with a run and axe kicks him into his own sick! It's not a pretty sight but I'd be lying if I said I hated that he just had this happen. 

 

Valerie: Oh, but this is going to piss SM off considerably, he doesn't take well to being humiliated. SM fighting to his feet, you can feel the rage in his eyes, Aiko just made the list I think. 

 

Simon: Well he'd better get a move-on, Aiko goes for a run and the Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors into the Armbar! La Mistica!! SM fighting to the rope, and he gets it! Aiko lets go. SM launches backwards with a Spinning Back Elbow rocking Aiko, grabs her by the hair and smashing her face-first into the turnbuckle! Locking in the Full Nelson, smashes her face into the turnbuckle again and Suplex! Going for the pin!

 

Carter: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Aiko kicks out! Aiko rolls back, ducks the Superkick, pushes SM back into the turnbuckle, DEADLY NIGHT SHADE! The humiliation continues!! SM staggers back, Aiko to the top turnbuckle, oh wait-

 

 

Steve: And the alligators are circling the moat.

 

Simon: Aiko trying not to look in that direction too long, but Carter sees them and is beckoning them off, Aiko turns her attention to SM and coming down for the Moonblade Kick BRASS KNUCKLE PUNCH STOPS HER IN HER TRACKS! Deck of Hearts leave ringside and catch the knucks that SM casually tosses out, cover on Aiko as Carter conveniently turns back.

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Semi-Finals, SM HEARTBREAKER!

 

Steve: Oh COME ON. I hope Dorian breaks him. Look at this. He's wiping Aiko's face in that puddle. NASTY.

 

SM Heartbreaker leaves the ring when Carter stares him down. Aiko rolls out. The ring gets cleaned up of the sick. 

 

Valerie: One spot left, it's set to go to a member of the X-Treme Society, but whether it's Dante or DefJam remains to be seen.

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is the final match in the W2 Quarterfinals! Re-entering the ring, DefJam and Dante Rivera!

 

The two give a sign of respect as the bell rings!

 

Steve: This was a match you could only see in XHW before, now you're seeing it in a federation that stands the test of time.

 

Simon: Def takes a run at Dante, step up roundhouse! Dante up to his feet, right into a snap DDT. Dante won't stay down, takes a roll away, Def with a Roundhouse Kick, Dante ducks it, pops up and a huracanrana! Dante pushes off the turnbuckle, right into a lateral press and hooks the leg-

 

Carter: ONE! 

 

Valerie: Gets the shoulder up and reaches right for Dante's arm, locking in the armbar, trying to twist him around.

 

Steve: If I were Def I'd turn this into a Rear Naked and oh that's exactly what he's doing. 

 

Simon: Dante trying to get himself up or to the ropes, gonna be a bit of a crawl and oh he's going roly poly, rolling the two of them towards the ropes, Def trying to roll them back, does not appear he'll be successful though and Dante makes it to the ropes. 

 

Valerie: Def breaks the hold, but gives Dante a kick as he gets up, Dante responds with a sweep kick and takes Def off his feet, hits the Arabian Press and the cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! T-

 

Steve: Def does not stay down. He's such a pain to keep on the mat.

 

Valerie: Dante hits the STO! Looking to get the Armlock Triangle in, looking to make it Last Call, and he gets it on!!!

 

Steve: He's crazy if he thinks he's going to make Def tap and yep, Def able to get them to the ropes.

 

Simon: Frustration setting in with Dante and he's just unloading on Def with forearm shots and kicks, pushing Def against the ropes, hitting the knee to the gut and a small hop into an Amboy Special!!! Going for the cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! TH-

 

Valerie: Def's hand is on the ropes again!!! Dante stomping Def's hand repeatedly, yanking Def from the ropes, Irish Whip... MASTER CUTTER! Dante hits Jared's move on Def!!! Picks him up again, CODE OF JUSTICE!!! Def eats his own finisher!!! And Dante has him in the center of the ring, nowhere to go, cover-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Dante Rivera wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Here is your winner, and the last person heading to the Semi-Finals.... DANTE RIVERA!

 

Simon: The last remaining member of the Scythe-Rivera collective is Dante.

 

Valerie: This is a hell of a Final Four. All of these people will fight twice. First in the Semi-Finals, then either in the Final or the Bronze Round.

 

Steve: Possibly a third time, for the winner who goes into the Legacy Title Match.

 

Round 1 Round 2 Quarterfinals Semifinals Final
Def vs Razor
Def vs Taga
Arias vs Taga
Def vs Dante
Wolfie vs Jared
Jared vs Dante
Dedo vs Dante
Dante vs Aja
Jassy vs Blackheart
Jassy vs Aja
Yuletide vs Aja
Aja vs Robertos
Martigon vs Violet
Martigon vs Robertos
Hayes vs Robertos
FINAL
Malcri vs Desire
Malcri vs Aiko
Jeannie vs Aiko
Aiko vs SM
Luciano vs SM
SM vs Mayu
Mayu vs Lynx
SM vs Karras
Chorker vs WildFire
Chorker vs Shade
Thunder vs Shade
Chorker vs Karras
Ramos vs Tribal
Tribal vs Karras
Karras vs DJD

 

Simon: So let's not waste time!

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is the W2 SEMI FINAL MATCH! Already in the ring, Dante Rivera!!! Entering the ring-

 

 

Simon: COLE ST. PIERRE DRIVES AJA LIONESS INTO THE STEPS!!!

 

Valerie: This doesn't help SM Heartbreaker at all!! 

 

Steve: Unless they want SM to get his revenge on Dante.

 

Simon: Oh, good point. Wait, Cole steals her boots! He just pulled away the Zombie Raising! And he throws Aja into the ring, Cole effectively ruined ZLI's last chance at winning this event. 

 

Dante waits in the corner as the bell rings!

 

Steve: And the Zombie's about to go back in the grave!! A dazed Aja wakes up just to take a Dirt Nap!!!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

Dante Rivera wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... AND ADVANCING TO THE FINALS! DANTE! RIIIIIVERA!!!

 

Steve: Bit of a gambit that Cole made there, he's gonna look real stupid if SM doesn't make it to the final, especially with that-

 

Steve points to the screen, that reads with a ZLI seal in the bottom of the screen "COLE ST. PIERRE HAS BEEN CORDIALLY INVITED TO HIS OWN DESTRUCTION."

 

Simon: Somehow, I get the sense that with Deck of Hearts still present and accounted for with exception of Cole who ran to the back with Aja's boots that it's unlikely that SM will miss the finals. 

 

 

Sheri: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!

 

Sheri: And is the second Semi-Final Match! Entering the ring, SM Heartbreaker and Dorian Karras! 

 

The bell rings! 

 

Simon: The tie-up, test of strength, the whip by Dorian and into the knee NO SM with the low-blow kick! SM gets Dorian by the head and a little blow of a kiss to the audience that he catches and gives to himself! DDT! Long Kiss Goodnight!!! The pin-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Sheri: Your winner, and the second Finalist... SM HEARTBREAKER! 

 

Simon: Exactly as I imagined it would go. Wait, Sheri isn't done.

 

Sheri: And I have just been informed that Aja Lioness refuses to compete without her boots, and has forfeited, to fight Dorian Karras at another time! Because of this, Dorian Karras has been awarded the Bronze Medal! 

 

The crowd chants "You're a Coward!" which Dorian eggs on. Meanwhile, Dante has rushed the ring and is pounding on SM!

 

Valerie: And the Final is Underway!

 

 

Steve: Oh these two HATE each other. It's a hell of a final matchup.

 

Valerie: SM with the Monkey Flip getting Dante to get him away from him. SM to his feet, Dante up now and SM with a High Angle Dropkick! Dante staggered back against the ropes, SM superkicks Dante over the ropes, Dante stays on the apron and suplexing SM over! 

 

Simon: Asai Moonsault! Dante throwing SM back in the ring before Deck of Hearts can swarm. And he gets back up to the apron, up to the ropes, going for the springboard clothesline OH but SM catches him and a backbreaker! SM heading to the legs and may be looking for the Hartshooter, Dante rolls them up into a small package pin-

 

Carter: ONE!

 

Valerie: Kickout by SM. 

 

Steve: I applaud Dante for trying to get the job done quickly. SM will be so unbearable if he wins this. 

 

Simon: Dante blasting SM with those backhand chops, SM sends him running and he jumps back with a Thesz Press! Landing those punches on him and SM trying to fight him off, ultimately successful with a swift kick to the dick, SM up and a swinging neckbreaker turns the tide here. 

 

Steve: SM saying "No more Riveras, No more Scythes."

 

Valerie: And Heartbreaker going up now, he may be looking for that Starscream Shooting Star and here we go KNEES UP BY DANTE! Dante rolling to the corner, he may be lining up that Dirt Nap and that's been doing wonders for him here, oh Diana grabs his foot and gets his attention, that's all SM needs, running Dropkick Faceplants Dante into the turnbuckle and German Suplex, Dante rolls out before a pin can be had, running back and Spear NO SM rolls out of the way and Dante eats post! 

 

Simon: SM soaking in the boos now, he feels pretty confident that he's got this one in the bag, Bronco Buster to Dante! Oh this is just embarrassing! SM sets Dante up for a Shattered Dreams... going for the run DANTE EVADES WITH A SOMERSAULT OVER SM AND AN ENZUIGIRI! Jumps to the top and a Moonsault! Going for the cover-

 

Carter: ONE! T-

 

Valerie: Not even a 2 and SM kicks. They both roll to their feet, SM goes for a Kick to the Dick OH but Dante catches it with his knees, SM TRYING FOR AN ENZUIGIRI AND DANTE DUCKS, LEG TRAPPED GERMAN SUPLEX! Going for the pin again-

 

Carter: ONE! TWO!

 

Steve: Oh man, SM rolls out of that too, but he's GOTTA be feeling the twist in his ankle, and Dante I think sees that too... CHOP BLOCK! Dante going for an Ankle Lock now, SM trying not to show pain but we all see it you liar. 

 

Simon: Great unbiased commentary by Steve Thunder there, but he is right, SM not doing a fantastic job of hiding the pain on his face, kicks Dante away with a Kangaroo Kick and a Somersault, but hobbling a little bit, not gonna be able to run as effectively and baseball slide by Dante takes that leg out again. 

 

Steve: Dante doesn't get to the position he's in without knowing how to target a limb and sense weakness. And I also gotta say he's doing a decent job keeping the battle away from where Deck of Hearts is nestled, doesn't want to get grabbed again. 

 

Valerie: Dante taking a run OH SM with the drop toe drapes Dante over the middle ropes, is this man gonna really....he's running even with that hobble and he hits Dante with a 619! That seems unnecessary...going once again for the Starscream, springboarding in with it and airballs as Dante rolls out of the way, SM taking a seat in the corner by his cohorts for a second to regain his composure, oh what the Hell, why is the Titantron going.

 

Physio Joker's laugh emanates through the arena as his smile takes up the screen.

 

 

Physio zooms out to show that he is in a pyramid. Behind him, these hieroglyphics-

 

 

Simon: What... what are we looking at?

 

Steve: Hieroglyphics, but I'm very rusty.

 

Diana's eyes go wide as she reads them. She taps on SM's shoulder and whispers in his ears. His eyes go wide too. He looks at the screen. 

 

Doing so, he doesn't see Dante has gotten up.

 

Or loaded up his foot.

 

Valerie: You guys, it's about to go down in the ring.... SWEET CHIN MUSIC BY DANTE.... OH HE MISSED AND GRAZED THE FACE!

 

Steve: That wasn't a miss, Valerie. If you grow up by the Jersey Shore Boardwalk, you ply your trade in hitting targets to win big-ass stuffed animals. He wasn't going for the Chin. He straight up busted SM's nose again with that Superkick! SM is down and holding his face! Dante rolls him up!

 

Carter: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

DANTE RIVERA WINS BY PINFALL!

 

 

The crowd goes absolutely bananas.

 

Steve: HOLY SHIT. HOLY MEOWING SHIT. THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE.

 

Sheri: YOUR WINNER.... 

 

AND THE WINNER OF THE 2026 W2....

 

DAAAAAAAAANTE RIIIIIIIIVERA!!!!!!

 

Valerie: DANTE! JUST! BEAT! SM! HEARTBREAKER!

 

Simon: He can't believe it. I can't believe it. SM can't believe it. Finland can't believe it.

 

Steve: It's gonna be a party right here and now!

 

Valerie: I would wait on the champagne... Deck of Hearts is rushing the ring!!! 

 

Deck of Hearts charges Dante and start beating the hell out of him. Steve runs into the ring with his chair and starts swinging at Deck of Hearts. 

 

 

Victoria and Def Jam come to the aid of Dante!! 

 

Simon: It's Pandemonium! It's Pande-Damn-Monium in the ring!

 

Valerie: In case you're not following, Steve rushed in to start fighting Deck of Hearts and protect the new W2 Champion, and now Victoria Scythe and DefJam have joined the pushback.

 

 

Valerie: Aiko and Dorian are jumping in as well! This is MADNESS!!! Refs trying to break it up, and Dante is still supposed to fight Superstar Davy Boy for the title! 

 

Simon: Yeah, I don't think that's happening tonight... Superstar Davy Boy another one who's going to get off scot-free from defending his title, this mayhem is just out of control. And I'm receiving word that Dante Rivera WILL get a Legacy Title Match one on one separate from his briefcase stipulation as the co-main event of Spring Sting. 

 

Valerie: So he could become W2 champion this Pay Per View, Tag Team Champ at Heart Condition, AND Legacy Champ at Spring Sting?

 

Simon: There is a world in which that happens, yes, but this is the W2, I'm Simon Apple, with Valerie Thomas, Steve Thunder, Kendra Mavis, and Lightning Lenny Cruz, thanking you for being part of this immense journey. Congratulations to Dante Rivera on winning the W2, congratulations to all our winners, we've got that Deck of Hearts special next week and then it's off to Heart Condition. So long.

 

 

We see a woman's hand. We hear a voice. It's familiar but unplaceable. 

 

??: Nero. The translation came in. No, I DO think this is relevant to you. This isn't just about Mr. Heartbreaker and Mr. Joker. I need you on a copter, and I need you to take care of Mr. Joker. 

 

Why? The translation c- I'm getting there. Don't be impatient. 

 

"I Found The Asylum."