APRIL 4, 2025
PAWTUCKET, RHODE ISLAND
JAMES WOODS ARENA
Fireworks go off as "Madness" by Muse plays through the James Woods Arena. The crowd cheers immensely.
Colin (OC): WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME One and All to the Aftermath Show of Spring Sting, we used to call it the Fallout show but we actually have Fallout in September, and we already know one half of our Main Event there as Kid Kross won the Honeycomb Match with an amazing Snatch and Grab, hitting that Kross Over to just snatch the contract in a beautiful motion that still lives on in my memory.
Colin: I'm Colin McRae, and with me as always are Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones. What an utter masterclass in insanity last week was, and only one belt stayed in the same gym bag on both sides of the bell with Ace Anarchy having the sole defense of the night.
Kendra: And yet he's not gonna get much chance to rest, as his next opponent is already in the books in the form of Morgan Maverick, one of the strongest, most brutal members of Zora Luthor Inc.
Arvin: And that's just to speak of the one who kept the belt. James D is going to be the most interesting champion MAWL has ever seen. Kiki Kruel, the One Punch Champ, proved her assertion that she is deserving of gold. She showed a 100% effectiveness rate with her moves.
Colin: Were we watching the same match?
Kendra: I have to agree with Colin, she just snuck in and cheated her way into that match. On sneaking, Davy Boy and Sombras showed a surprisingly cohesive team-up and took the win in dropkicking Imogen into a mirror.
Colin: But of course we have the man who got his revenge for a brass knuckle beatdown and captured the gold, you know him, you love him, let's bring him out! But first, a recap-
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit (Official Music Video)
🎥 [Opening Scene] The arena pulses with electricity as the marching band erupts into "Sail" by AWOLNATION. Smiley faces explode across the stage, a striking visual symbolizing Sarah Sharp's transformation from Sarah Tonin to Spearhead Sarah Sharp.
🎥 [Cut to] Apollo, perched atop a glowing mountain, fingers dancing across the strings as he unleashes the rebellious energy of "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid." The moment intensifies. The lights cut out. Silence.
🔥 When they return, Balor Wolfe stands in resplendent golden armor, evoking the grandeur of Alexander the Great. Alastor and Eros step forward, stripping away the facade to reveal Balor’s true form—platinum hair shimmering under the lights, his presence undeniable. With steady determination, Balor marches toward the cell, locking eyes with Sarah before slamming the door shut. War is about to begin.
🎵 "It's fun to lose and to pretend."
🎥 [As the video starts, the unmistakable opening chords of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" rip through the speakers, the grunge anthem setting the stage for chaos.]
🎥 [Slow motion] Sarah smirks, a glimmer of arrogance flashing across her face as she underestimates Balor. The bell tolls like a war drum.
🔥 Balor EXPLODES into action! A brutal roundhouse kick to Sarah’s skull sends her staggering into the ropes, her confidence rattled.
🎵 "She's over-bored and self-assured."
🎥 [Cut to] Sarah gasping for air, already feeling the effects of Balor’s relentless assault. He hurls her outside—
💥 CRASH! Sarah meets the unforgiving steel of the Hell in a Cell wall. A sickening thud echoes through the arena as blood trickles down her forehead.
🎥 [Sarah’s eyes flicker with desperation] She gropes beneath the ring—
🔥 STEEL CHAIR! The violent crack rings out as she slams it across Balor’s back! KENDO STICK SHOT! Another strike—but Balor doesn’t flinch. His eyes burn with fury, the pain fueling his fire.
🎵 "Oh no, I know a dirty word."
🎥 [Close-up] Balor wrenches the kendo stick from Sarah’s grasp and whips it across her chest! Sarah stumbles, gasping.
🔥 Balor lifts her with ease—
💥 LOW BLOW!
🎥 [Cut to] Sarah grinning, watching Balor crumble to the mat. She taps her temple, mocking the roaring crowd.
🎵 "Hello, hello, hello, how low?"
🎥 [Sarah ascends the top rope, chair in hand. She balances herself, drinking in the chorus of boos.]
🔥 Balor stirs. Blood drips from his face, his vision sharp. A burst of energy propels him forward—
💥 WHAM! A thunderous shove sends Sarah SOARING from the top rope—
🎥 [Slow motion] Her body collides with the Hell in a Cell wall in a devastating impact! The entire structure trembles. The crowd gasps in unison.
🎵 "With the lights out, it's less dangerous."
🎥 [Balor, a man possessed, eyes the ropes.] His body launches like a missile—
🔥 SUICIDE DIVE!
💥 CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
🎥 [Sarah reacts in a heartbeat, hurling the chair with pinpoint precision.] The sickening crunch of metal against skull reverberates through the arena. Balor collapses to the floor, a crimson mask forming across his face.
🎥 [Sarah slumps against the cell, chest rising and falling, adrenaline battling exhaustion.]
🎵 "Here we are now, entertain us."
🎥 [Sarah drags herself upright. Deadlift waistlock—]
🔥 SHARP DRESSED!!!
🎥 [Impact.] The ring shudders as she plants Balor with a brutal Dominator! She scrambles for the cover.
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
🎥 [Sarah exhales sharply, frustration creeping in. But she doesn’t hesitate. She lines up her next attack, eyes gleaming with malicious intent.]
🎵 "I feel stupid and contagious."
🔥 SPEARHEAD!
🎥 [Balor folds in half, his midsection crushed by the force of the impact. Sarah hooks the leg.]
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
🎥 [Sarah SNAPS! Clawing at Balor’s platinum hair, she yanks him to his feet.]
🎵 "A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido, yeah."
🎥 [Slow motion] Balor surges with renewed energy. Adrenaline courses through his veins, the fire of Olympus igniting within him.
🔥 He hoists Sarah up—SPINS HER MID-AIR—
💥 OLYMPIAN’S JUDGMENT!!!
🎥 [Impact. The arena ERUPTS.] Balor scrambles for the cover.
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
🎥 [Sarah KICKS OUT!!! The battle rages on, neither warrior willing to fall.]
🎵 "I'm worse at what I do best, and for this gift, I feel blessed."
🎥 [Slow motion] Balor SNARLS, muscles tensed, as he wins the slugfest with a brutal right hand that sends Sarah staggering. He whips her into the ropes, setting up Olympian’s Judgment—
🔥 BUT SARAH COUNTERS!
💥 SHARPSHOOTER! She SNATCHES Balor’s legs mid-motion and twists him into her deadly submission!
🎥 [Balor clenches his jaw] Agony flashes across his face, but he refuses to scream. His fists dig into the mat, fighting through the pain.
🎵 "Our little group has always been and always will until the end."
🎥 [Balor GRUNTS, summoning his strength—]
🔥 HE BREAKS FREE! Sarah is FLUNG across the ring! She rebounds—
💥 DIVINE FALL!!! The cutter connects, Sarah’s face SMASHING into the mat!
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
🎥 [Balor wipes the blood from his mouth] He exhales sharply, frustration momentary before focus returns. He GRABS Sarah—
💥 JOYKILLER!!!
🎥 [The ring RATTLES as Sarah lifts Balor and DRIVES him down with a spinebuster!] The crowd ROARS as she lines up her final shot.
🔥 SPEARHEAD—
🎵 "And I forget just why I taste, oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile."
🎥 [But suddenly—]
💥 DARKNESS. The arena PLUNGES into blackness. The crowd erupts in confusion and awe. Lightning CRACKS!
🎥 [When the lights return—]
🔥 BALOR WOLFE STANDS, HIS BODY GLOWING WITH UNREAL ENERGY. Bloodied, but UNBROKEN.
🎥 [Sarah hesitates—her confidence finally SHAKEN.]
💥 SHE CHARGES—SPEARHEAD!
🔥 BUT BALOR MOVES—CATCHES HER IN MID-AIR!!!
💀 RADIO WAVE CHOKESLAM!!! THROUGH A TABLE!!!
🎥 [The wood EXPLODES into splinters. The crowd LOSES THEIR MINDS.]
🎵 "I found it hard, it's hard to find, oh well, whatever, never mind."
🎥 [Sarah, DESPERATE, digs into her hair—]
🔥 BRASS KNUCKLES!
💥 SHE SWINGS—
🎥 [SECOND CAMERA ANGLE]
🎥 [Close-up on Balor’s eyes. They flicker with eerie energy as Sarah’s fist comes toward his face.]
💥 SLOW MOTION: Balor’s hand SHOOTS UP, stopping Sarah’s wrist INCHES from his face. The knuckles glint under the arena lights.
🎥 [Her EYES widen, panic setting in.]
💥 FULL SPEED—BALOR TEARS THE KNUCKLES AWAY AND HURLS THEM OUT OF THE RING!
🎥 [Sarah STUMBLES BACK—HER ESCAPE INSTINCT KICKING IN.]
🔥 BUT BALOR GRABS HER!
🎥 [SLOW MOTION] Balor hoists Sarah onto his shoulders—
💥 LIGHTS OUT!!! KNEE TO THE JAW!!!
🎥 [FULL SPEED—LIGHTS OUT AGAIN!!!]
💥 Sarah COLLAPSES. Motionless. The war is over.
🔥 BALOR COVERS.
Ref 1!
🎙 Colin McRae: "The!"
Ref 2!
🎙 Colin McRae: "Prophecy!"
Ref 3!
🎙 Colin McRae: "Fulfilled!"
🎵 "A denial, a denial, a denial…"
🎥 [The bell rings. Balor WINS.]
🎥 [Eros RUSHES into the ring, tears in his eyes, throwing his arms around Balor, planting kisses on his bloodied face.]
🎥 [The referee approaches with the title—but Eros takes it first, kneeling before Balor, presenting it with reverence.]
🔥 RADIO SILENCE STORMS THE RING! Zagreus, Johnny, and V embrace Balor, forming a massive group hug.
🎥 [Alastor stands back, clapping slowly, his signature grin flashing across his face.]
🎥 [Sarah Sharp, groggy but aware, watches from ringside. She doesn’t interfere—just nods before stumbling toward the ramp.]
🎵 "A denial, a denial, a denial…"
🎥 [Johnny and V HOIST Balor onto their shoulders, the newly crowned champion raised high. Confetti EXPLODES from the rafters. Fireworks ERUPT overhead. The prophecy is complete.]
🔥 BALOR WOLFE—CHAMPION.
🎥 [The house lights come up—revealing the ring decked out in celebration. A massive banner hangs above, bold letters reading: “PROPHECY FULFILLED” in gold.]
🔥 Standing in the ring: Zagreus, V, and Johnny—each dressed in sharp, high-class suits.
🎥 [Zagreus leans against the ropes, a crutch in one hand, a moon boot on his foot from the war at Spring Sting. Despite the injury, there’s no sign of frustration—only celebration.]
🎤 ZAGREUS: "MAWL, welcome to the show!"
🎥 [The crowd responds with a wave of cheers, the energy in the arena electric.]
🎤 ZAGREUS: "Now, don’t get me wrong, we love a little time in the spotlight. But us three? We're not the ones you want to see right now, are we?"
🎥 [The crowd starts to stir, sensing what’s coming.]
🎤 ZAGREUS: "No, no, no. You came here to see the man that made history! So let’s not waste another second…"
🎤 ZAGREUS: "FOR YOUR NEW MAWL MANIA CHAMPION… THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS…"
🔥 "BALOR WOLFE!!!"
🎥 [The arena ERUPTS in deafening cheers. The anticipation is at a fever pitch.]
🎵 [MUSIC HITS—"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring BLASTS through the speakers.]
🎥 [The lights pulse with the beat. The celebration is about to begin.]
🎥 [The arena is buzzing with excitement. The moment is here.]
🔥 [A single SPOTLIGHT drops onto the top of the ramp—there stands BALOR WOLFE.]
🎥 [But this time, he’s not in his usual entrance stance. He stands tall, composed, draped in a sharp, high-class suit. The MAWL Mania Championship rests over his right shoulder, its gold plates gleaming under the lights. His signature dog mask hangs from his hip, a symbol of the war he fought to win this title.]
🎵 ["You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring blares through the speakers.]
🎥 [As the song picks up—]
🔥 EROS steps to Balor’s left, also dressed to the nines. His usual playful energy is present, but there’s a deeper pride in his eyes as he looks at Balor.
🔥 On Balor’s right, ALASTOR emerges, dressed in his usual attire, his devilish grin as wide as ever. He looks utterly amused by the moment, basking in the spectacle with hands folded behind his back.]
🎥 [Balor takes a moment—scanning the sea of fans, taking in the moment, the chants, the energy. Then, with a calm nod, he steps forward.]
🔥 [Eros slips his hand into Balor’s as they walk together down the ramp. Alastor trails just behind them, hands still clasped, grinning like he knows something the world doesn’t.]
🎥 [Reaching the ring, Balor ascends the steps, slipping through the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring—pausing, soaking it all in.]
🔥 [Then—he RAISES the MAWL Mania Championship HIGH above his head!]
🎇 [FIREWORKS ERUPT overhead! The crowd ROARS, their cheers shaking the rafters!]
🎵 [The music fades… but the crowd keeps singing.]
🎤 CROWD (chanting, loud and passionate):
"With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives!"
🎥 [Balor lowers the title slightly, listening. Then—he LAUGHS, shaking his head in disbelief.]
🎥 [As the last lyrics echo through the arena, Balor nods in appreciation—]
🔥 [The crowd EXPLODES once more!]
🎥 [The moment belongs to the Champion of the Gods.]
🔥 [The energy in the arena is electric—this is the moment everyone has been waiting for.]
🎥 [Alastor, still grinning like the devil himself, reaches into his suit and pulls out his microphone walking stick. With a theatrical bow, he extends it toward Balor.]
🔥 [The crowd POPS as Balor takes the mic, giving Alastor a knowing smirk.]
🎥 [But just as Balor raises the mic to speak—THE CROWD TAKES OVER.]
🎤 CROWD (chanting, deafeningly):
"YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!"
🎥 [Balor WOLFE lowers the mic, a wide grin breaking across his face. He LAUGHS, shaking his head as the chants grow even LOUDER.]
🔥 [Beside him, EROS stands with TEARS in his eyes. He leans toward Balor, saying something quietly.]
🎥 [Balor LAUGHS again, nudging Eros playfully before finally raising the mic.]
BALOR WOLFE:
"You damn right I do!"
🔥 [THE CROWD ERUPTS AGAIN!]
🎥 [The cheers threaten to break into another chant, but Balor quickly cuts them off, pointing toward Eros.]
BALOR WOLFE:
"Eros just said you guys love me. And you know what?"
🔥 [Balor glances around the packed arena, a smirk creeping back onto his face.]
"I think he’s right."
🔥 [THE CROWD POPS AGAIN!]
🎥 [Balor paces the ring, looking down at the championship on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.]
BALOR WOLFE:
"This right here? This ain't just gold and leather. This is a DREAM. A dream I fought for, a dream I EARNED. And you—every single one of you—you pulled me through. This FAMILY pulled me through. And when that final bell rang, when the oracle's words came true—"
🎥 [Balor pauses, eyes burning with intensity.]
"Born to a goddess… trained by Apollo… loved by love… made deals with a demon… AND FOUGHT MY ASS OFF to finally, officially say…"
🔥 “PROPHECY. FULFILLED.”
💥 [THE CROWD EXPLODES!]
🎥 [Balor nods, letting the energy wash over him before he raises the mic again.]
BALOR WOLFE:
"And now… whoever is BRAVE ENOUGH to challenge the Champion of the Gods—whoever dares step up and face the Champion of THESE PEOPLE—"
🔥 [Balor’s voice drops lower, his smirk turning dangerous.]
"Well… when I hit you with the Lights Out—"
🎤 CROWD (ROARING, IN SYNC):
"YOU’LL BE ON YOUR BACK!"
BALOR WOLFE:
"STARING AT THE LIGHTS!"
CROWD:
"TOES POINTED TO YOUR GOD!"
BALOR WOLFE:
"AND MY NAME AS THE WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION!"
🔥 [Balor TOSSES Alastor’s walking stick back at him, and Alastor catches it effortlessly, cackling like he already knows what’s coming next.]
🎥 [Suddenly—V AND JOHNNY GRAB BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE.]
💥 CHAMPAGNE SHOWERRRR!!!
🎥 [Balor WOLFE is DRENCHED as V and Johnny SPRAY him down, laughing like maniacs. Eros laughs as well, but before he can react—BALOR PULLS HIM IN—]
🔥 [A BIG, PASSIONATE KISS.]
🎵 [“You're Gonna Go Far, Kid” HITS AGAIN!]
🎥 [The crowd LOSES IT as Balor and Eros hold each other, champagne dripping off them, while Alastor twirls his cane, grinning like the devil himself.]
🔥 [Confetti RAINS DOWN. The celebration is in full swing.]
🎥 [The last shot? The Champion of the Gods, standing tall, title raised high, as the prophecy is truly, undeniably, fulfilled.]
Kendra: While we get the ring less sticky, let's turn it backstage. Cristel?
Camera fades in, and we are now backstage near the locker room.
Cristel: Hopefully I can get a few minutes with him…
Cristel opens the locker room door, finding Tyler Hayes sitting on the ground with his back against the wall.
Cristel: Tyler, I was hoping we could—
Before she can finish, Tyler lifts his headphones off his hoodie, revealing he didn’t hear her.
Tyler: Oh, sorry mate, didn’t hear a word ya said. Can ya say it again?
Cristel: Oh! Of course, sorry Tyler. I was just gonna ask you a few questions about what happened at Spring Sting, if that's alright with you?
Tyler slowly stands up, stretching out.
Tyler: Of course, fire away… I reckon I can read your mind. It's something we Aussies are pretty good at.
Tyler puts his hands to his head dramatically, pretending to read Cristel’s mind.
Tyler: Ah, I know what it is! You wanna do a Shoey with me ‘cause you missed out, didn’t ya? Told ya I could read ya!
Tyler heads to his bag, pulling out his boot and beers. As he does, he lifts up his Australian Flag, still neatly folded, something he’s kept in his bag since leaving Australia.
Cristel: First off, Tyler, I’m sorry, but that’s not what I was gonna ask you. I wanted to know why you helped Charlotte Realta. I mean, you two don’t exactly seem like the best of pals—no offense—but she doesn’t seem like someone you’d jump in to help.
Tyler carefully folds the flag back and puts the boot down on the floor next to him.
Tyler: Ahh, Cristel, let me tell ya. Where I’m from, if ya see someone in need and you can help, you do. Doesn’t matter who they are or where they come from. Just the other day, I helped a bloke out ‘cause he was short five bucks. It’s about doing what’s right. Charlotte was outnumbered, her team was down someone, and I was free. So why not lend a hand, right?
Cristel: I guess so… You Aussies still confuse me to this day. But I’ve gotta admit, you’re one of the nicest guys in the back. So, what’s next for Tyler Hayes?
Tyler grabs his boots and two beers, turning back to Cristel with a grin.
Tyler: Well, with Irvin out, I reckon it’s your turn to do a Shoey with me, Cristel!
Cristel: Uh… I guess I can do that.
Tyler: It’s alright, you can do it! Don’t be shy!
Tyler pours beer into both boots. He and Cristel lift them up to their mouths and start drinking.
Shortly after, Tyler spits out what looks like some kind of red liquid.
Tyler: SPITS Yuck! That’s disgusting!
Cristel, worried, spits out hers, but it’s just beer.
Cristel: TYLER! What the hell was that!?
Tyler: I don’t know, but that sure as hell wasn’t beer. That tasted bloody awful!
Tyler rushes to his bag, opening it quickly. He pulls out what used to be his Australian Flag, now shredded to pieces.
Cristel: Tyler… wasn’t that a whole flag just five minutes ago?
Tyler: Yeah, Cristel. Yeah, it was.
Tyler digs through his bag, pulling out more items, all destroyed.
Tyler: My travel journal… my family photo… All shredded to pieces, what’s going on.
Cristel: Tyler, I think something weird is going on here, and I don’t like it. Let’s—
Before Cristel can finish, Tyler pulls out a note from his bag. The note reads:
Note: “Should’ve just stayed in Australia.” — Bowen.
Tyler reads the note without any major change in his demeanor.
Cristel: Sorry, Tyler… you seem fine? If something like this had happened to me, I’d be losing it!
Tyler laughs lightly, unfazed.
Tyler: Yeah, Cristel, that’s the difference between Americans and Aussies. We don’t overreact. Sure, my stuff’s ruined, things I’ve had since I left Australia, but it’s all good. ‘Cause now… now I’m gonna get even.
Cristel: How so?
Tyler’s eyes harden with determination.
Tyler: I’m gonna see Leila Blake, and I’m gettin’ my match against Bowen tonight.
Cristel looks directly at the camera, her expression serious.
Cristel: Well, there you have it, folks. Looks like we’re in for a match between Tyler Hayes and Bowen. I’m sure it’s going to be one to watch. Now, let’s get to our first match!
The camera fades back into the arena for the next match.
Colin: Tyler is the nicest man in MAWL and he didn't deserve this.
Kendra: Anyone who can say "Go back to" is the worst kind of person.
Arvin: For the most part I actually agree with you. But I think our next competitor should go back home, because he's in the ring without even an entrance, which never bodes well.
TINO SABATELLI VS LOCAL TALENT
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Narragansett, Rhode Island, weighing in at 201 pounds, Islander Isaac Indigo!
Arvin: I feel like even on the local scene this dude is a jobber. He's just going to be eaten alive.
"The Papa" Tino Sabatelli throws his cigar off to the side and blows smoke in the air, then struts down the aisle in his suit.
Ash: And his opponent, from Roma, Italy, weighing in at 365 pounds, "The Papa" Tino Sabatelli!
He folds his suit coat nicely and puts it off to the side, and does a finger gun to the audience.
The bell rings.
Colin: Tino keeps getting thrown into these busybody matches. It's almost like someone is trying to keep him from getting too deep into the federation.
Arvin: That's just conspiracy, Colin!
Kendra: Well, whatever it is, it's looking to be an easy match for Tino. He cracks his neck, Irish Whips Isaac into the corner and absolutely decimating him with punches! Just hammering the living daylights as Isaac crumples into the corner! Tino switching to stomps and head kicks! Making an absolute bloody mess of Isaac! Throwing Isaac into the diagonal corner and a running knee strike!
Colin: Isaac already looks like he's gonna feel it tomorrow, but Tino not finished with him yet! Whipping him off the ropes and comes back, catches him with a Deep Six! You can hear the bones rattle in Isaac!
Arvin: Tino is almost twice as heavy as Isaac and has a good foot and change on him, this is just an absolute destruction. Tino could have ended this in two moves, but still deciding to get one more Deep Six in, and the lift is all the way up, this is almost a 7 foot drop! A one foot pin-
1!
2!
3!
"The Papa" Tino Sabatelli wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, "The Papa" Tino Sabatelli!
Colin: And it looks like the EMTs are out here, apparently that last Six Feet Under gave a bit of a back convulsion to Isaac.
Arvin: I feel like Tino should be disqualified for excessive brutality.
Kendra: While we get this taken care of, let's show you a quick video from after Spring Sting.
Dim locker room lighting. Manta Ray sits on a bench, drenched in sweat, his chest rising and falling from exhaustion.
His blue-and-black mask is slightly scuffed, and his wrists are still taped. You can hear distant crowd noise fading. The cameraman whispers, "We're rolling," and Manta Ray slowly looks up.
Manta Ray:
“I didn’t win tonight…”
He wipes sweat from his brow with a taped hand, then nods.
“But maybe… that wasn’t the point.”
He stands slowly, his voice building with each word.
“I walked into that match with nothing but a name I gave myself. No spotlight. No trainer standing in my corner. Just me. Just heart. And when that bell rang…”
He smirks under the mask, eyes glowing with that post-match fire.
“I became something more. You saw it. Springboard DDT after springboard DDT… one by one, they went flying. I wasn’t just trying to stay in the fight—I was the fight. Every elimination, every counter, every time I hit those ropes, I heard the crowd start to believe.”
He paces now, energy returning.
“People always ask me why I call myself Manta Ray. Why not something fierce, something loud, something angry?”
He stops. Turns. Looks dead into the camera.
“Because a manta glides. It watches. It waits. And when it strikes—it’s beautiful. Controlled. Dangerous. Unstoppable.”
Beat. He breathes deeply, calming himself.
“I came up short. I know that. But tonight… I wasn’t just a name on a list. I made you look. I made you cheer. I made you feel. And that means everything.”
He pulls a small folded paper out from his wrist tape—it's damp with sweat. He looks at it for a moment, then tucks it away again.
“There’s a lot about who I am that even I don’t fully understand yet. Where I come from... what’s in my blood…”
A pause. The slightest flicker of a smile under the mask.
“But I’m starting to feel it. Starting to remember. Starting to become who I was meant to be.”
He steps forward, full of heart now.
“Promoters… fans… wrestlers in every corner of this business: you saw me tonight. And I’m just getting started. I’m not looking for handouts. I’m not waiting for an invitation. I’m diving into the deep end, and I’m dragging everyone with me.”
Manta Ray lifts his arms slowly, mimicking his winged pose. His voice now calm, chilling, but certain.
“The current has changed. Manta Ray is here… and I’m about to make waves.”
FADE OUT. Final shot: the glint of light reflecting off the sweat-soaked mask. End.
MANTA RAY VS JAY THE JOKER
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights go Green and Purple. Jay The Joker struts out to the stage, slowly walking with his signature crowbar.
Shortly behind him walks Harley Quinn, with her signature bat.
Ash: First, accompanied by Harley Quinn, from Gotham City, weighing in at 160 pounds, JAY THE JOKER!
Colin: See, if Sanity In Ring went after this loon, that I'd be okay with.
Swathed in Blue Light, Manta Ray jumps onto the stage, then runs to the ring high-fiving the fans.
Ash: And his opponent! From Profundidas del Mar, weighing in at 185 pounds, MANTA RAY!
Colin: A man coming into this match with little more than his heart and a name he gave for himself.
Arvin: You mean a name he took off his cousin, just like he took this opportunity.
Kendra: It's like his 4th cousin, and it's not like Steve called us to hire him, he just sent a postcard to him while on a surfing jag in Australia after International Incident a while back.
The bell rings.
Colin: Manta comes barreling at Jay and Jay directs him into the corner! Jay charges and oof a Stink Face! That's disrespectful. But Manta pushes him off, up to the middle turnbuckle and a Blockbuster!
Kendra: Joker up and an eye rake and throat thrust to Manta. Manta holding his throat and Jay using this to step on Jay's back, locking in an armbar! He's trying to rip Manta's arm out! Manta trying to go for the ropes, Joker pulls him away with a quickness but Manta using that momentum to get an flipping arm drag.
Colin: That's what I'm talking about! And Manta keeps the run going, coming back with a SLING BLADE! GOING FOR THE MOONSAULT-NAILS IT! TIIIIIDAL RUSH!
1!
2!
3!
Manta Ray wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, MANTA RAY!
Kendra: So, do you still think he's not here on his own merit, Arvin?
Arvin: Steve Thunder also lost his first match and then won his second, so I still don't see any conceivable difference.
Colin: And now he's in a title match at Crowning Glory. Not to mention he won the 2024 W2. There are worse trajectories one can mirror.
Kendra: And now we have another newcomer so let's keep it going!
SCREECH VS BLOOD DRAWN
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before this theme music begins.
A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage as Blood Drawn slowly makes his way to the ring.
Ash: First! From Steelhaven, weighing in at 285 pounds, BLOOD DRAWN!
He stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.
Colin: That stare is even icier now that James D has taken the title from Blood Drawn. This is a man on a mission to brutalize.
Kendra: If this were my first match here, I would probably be reconsidering all of my life choices.
Arvin: And with that, here comes the boom.
Driven to the ring by his manager in a Rolls-Royce Phantom, in the ring Screech is bouncing up and down with anticipation of a test between two gladiators.
Ash: And his opponent! From Molloy Thunder Dojo, weighing in at 275 pounds, SCREECH!
Colin: Seeing these two titans in the ring, there's only 10 pounds between them and not an inch.
The bell rings.
Kendra: The two tangle up, it's truly a battle of wills. I think I see some sweat beads on both of them.
Arvin: And new guy cracks first as Blood Drawn whips him across the ropes and SLAMS HIM WITH THE RED TIDE! Going for the pin but Screech rolls him into the Broken Cloverleaf! Blood Drawn makes it to the ropes and Screech lets go but with some stomps on the way up.
Kendra: Drawn to his feet, and Screech One Arm Bulldogs him right back down. Screech gets Blood Drawn back in a headlock and the THUNBOLT DDT! Going for the pin but Blood Drawn rolls him back into the Hemorrhage Clutch!
Colin: Screech reaching for the ropes...making it to the ropes, NO! Blood Drawn tightens the hold!
Arvin: You can tell he doesn't want to tap, he's fighting with every breath, trying to get himself up but Blood Drawn slams his butt into the back of Screech. Screech isn't tapping but he is also looking less and less conscious. Andra is calling for the bell.
Blood Drawn wins by Referee Stoppage!
Ash: Here is your winner, BLOOD DRAWN!
Colin: It was a short match but it was an explosive one. All killer no filler, and Screech didn't give up. He didn't take the L. The L took him.
Kendra: I'm hearing we may have a response by Bowen Baneclaw following the destruction of Tyler's belongings. Cristel?
The camera comes on as we see:
The back of Cristel as she is jogging down the hall.
Coming into focus is the back of Bowen as he is walking away from the dressing room area.
Cristel: Hey Bowen can I get a moment with you?
Bowen turns around and quickly realizes he has a small cloth in his hand that is mostly Blue with a bit of white and red on 1 edge.
Bowen: Oh Hey there shorty. What’s good?
Cristel: What happened there a little while ago?
Bowen: Oh yeah that? That was nuttin. Just a little bit of fun. You know we work so hard we need to have fun sometimes and thats just how I blow off steam.
Cristel: Blow off steam? You destroyed Tylers flag, memories and all his belongings. Why would that be you just blowing off some steam?
Bowen: Oh shorty I have no idea what you are talking about. Tyler? Who is that?... Oh right that dude thinks he's better than everyone else here. Dude walks around like he’s Captain Americ…. Oh I mean Cap Aussie… Or some Ish like that.
Bowen quickly pushes the cloth into his pocket as he tries to play off the idea he had nothing to do with what just happened.
Bowen: That dude is soft as a newborn baby taking a nap. Always getting things off the high shelf for shorter people. Putting a coat over a puddle for random women he knows. Just clearly soft.
Cristel: Well he’s running over to get a match with you right now? He said he is going to get even with you tonight.
Bowen: (Laughs) sure sure There ain’t no such things as halfway crooks. They never around when the beef cooks. I’m sure he’s out there right now trying to get me kicked out of here so he never has to face me in that ring. And if he is out there right now trying to get a match with me, well I’m going to push him to the limits.
Bowen turns to leave as Cristel takes two steps up and says!
Cristel: But what about the stuff of his you destroyed?
Bowen: (Grabs the mic) Look I already told you I didn’t do nothing to his stuff. He’s not worth my time. But if someone did do something to his stuff maybe it’s because they can see through this show he is putting on for everyone and they are trying to drag out the villain in him. Maybe they realize he’s not mr. nice guy and instead hes playing pretend and they can see he has a real dark side and it just needs some help to get out there. Either way, lets see if he can get that match tonight and I can show him how soft he really is.
Colin: And Bowen Baneclaw refusing to take any accountability for his actions.
Arvin: Accountability? For what? He didn't do anything.
Kendra: You don't think it was at all weird that he was quick to hide that rag.
Arvin: I think you two have trust issues.
Colin: And I think you have denial issues.
Kendra: And I think our next competitors have all sorts of issues with each other. This rivalry took a backseat for a bit, but following an exchange of words on X that we can't show you, seems the feud is back on.
JOY ADDITION VS DIDDY AND NEON JUAN GUYVERNO
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
*The arena lights dim as "The Comeback Kid" P Diddy emerges from the smoky entrance, his fur-lined cape billowing behind him.
Ash: First! Making his way to the ring, from New York City, weighing 220 pounds, "The Comeback Kid", P. Diddy Sean Combs!
Kendra: It makes me inordinately sad that he keeps coming back.
Arvin: But he's the Comeback Kid!
The lights take on a blacklight texture, causing Neon Juan's mohawk, mustache, glasses and parts of his ring gear to glow in the dark.
Ash: And his partner, from La Santa, Mexico, weighing in at 235 pounds, El Divertido, Neon Juan Guyverno!
He continues to dance as he enters the ring.
Colin: The only man who matches Diddy's skeez factor, Neon Juan has the airs of an entitled nepo baby who assumes he is always the life of the party.
Kendra: It's small wonder he and Diddy jibe so well.
The violins kick in as holograms of smiley faces orbit around the arena, with an effect of static coming in and out, as the lights flash all the colors of the rainbow in turn. The titan tron has the same static-induced smiley face, and shows the words "HELL YEAH" in 70s Bubble Letters in time with the song. This brings out both Greg Arias and Devon Delight, who leapfrogs Greg on the stage and does a kneeling pose in front of him.
Ash: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 501 pounds, Good Dude Greg Arias and Devon Delight, JOY ADDITION!
Greg and Devon jog out high fiving the crowd then dive through the middle rope and give stereo thumbs ups.
Colin: Greg Arias was once an ally of Joy Addition but has since taken Sarah Sharp's place as one half of the team itself. And the chemistry between these two is unquestionable.
The bell rings. Greg and Diddy start.
Kendra: Arias throws Diddy off the ropes and already catches him into a Dudebuster!
1!
2!
Arvin: Diddy kicks! He's much too resilient for a quick pin.
Colin: Arias comes off and off the ropes for a leg lariat....NO! DIDDY CATCHES INTO A BENJAMINS BOMB! The money rains as Arias falls! And what...what's she doing here??
Kendra: Sarah Sharp low blows her former partner! Delight's just been denutted! And he falls off the apron, there won't be sanctuary for Greg-
1!
2!
3!
P. Diddy and Neon Juan Guyverno win by Pinfall!
Ash: Here are your winners, P. Diddy and Neon Juan Guyverno!
Kendra: What an unfortunate turn of events.
Arvin: Well, now we're going from former champ to current champ. Everyone rise in respect for the One Punch Champ!
KIKI KRUEL VS VIOLET
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As Violet bursts out of the gate, she finishes taping down her fists forearm length. When she is done, she stops and throws a haymaker forward, and two pyros explode.
Ash: First! From Los Angeles, California, VIOLET!
She takes her time, touching hands with fans.
Kendra: She is a woman of the people, and she's been having issues with Kiki since she got here.
A red spotlight shows up on the stage and a white limo pulls up where the door is highlighted by the red spotlight. Kiki Kruel steps out in a fur coat and Balenciaga sunglasses.
A man dressed like Tuxedo Mask comes out after her, holding the title belt on a plush pillow like it's her pet poodle.
Ash: And her opponent! Accompanied by T.M. Ichiban anr representing Kruel, from Ogōri, Fukoka, Japan, the Cutest in the World, the Cold-Hearted Kupidoll, the United States Champion KIIIIKIIIII KRUUUUUEL!
Arvin: Hey Colin, check out this shirt I just ordered on mawlefed.com.
Colin: You're a clown.
Arvin: You know what your problem is? You have an aversion to rooting for the winners. I bet you put money on Greece for the Rugby World Cup.
The bell rings.
Kendra: Kiki Kruel is done with performing for the fans. She's done with putting on a good match. She wants in and out and back to her kastle. TM Ichiban, the newest member of her entourage, up on the apron and Andra is getting in his face to get off.
Arvin: He's just trying to show her a card trick, I don't understand her problem.
Colin: Her problem is she is trying to call a match and doesn't have time for nonsense like KIKI HAS THE KNUCKLES!
Arvin: One Punch Champ strikes a-
Kendra: Violet caught her arm! Violet twists it into a swinging neckbreaker! She's going to force a fight, whether the champion likes it or not. And she's stripping Kiki of the knuckles to make it a fair fight.
Arvin: Does she know how much those cost??
Colin: I don't think that's crossing her mind, no. Violet trying to stomp the hand but Kiki grabs the ankle and Dragon Screw! And Kiki gets the ankle now of Violet, trying for an Ankle Lock submission, NO! VIOLET WITH AN ENZIGUIRI AND A BRIDGING HEADLOCK! Kiki bites her hand and gets her out of the hold.
Kendra: Violet rolls back and comes charging in with a jumping clothesline, Kiki reverses it into a judo flip. Brutal crucifix slam now by Kiki into a pin but Violet rolls out of it easily. Kiki with the Irish Whip, coming for the clothesline but Violet jumps it for a running blockbuster! They both get up at the same time and VIOLET TAKES KIKI TO BANDIT COUNTRY!
Arvin: TM pulls Kiki out of the ring. That's a good butler. Violet charging back and SUICIDE DIVE! She drives the Champ and TM back to the barricade! Kiki up before Violet and she launches her into the steps!
1!
Kendra: Kiki charges Violet and she drop toes Kiki into the steps!
2!
Colin: Violet back into the ring now. Kiki getting to her feet and back in herself and Violet greets her with a bionic elbow. Kiki up and rakes the eyes of Violet.
Kendra: Violet responds with a huge stiff right to the throat of Kiki. I don't think she's gonna make her nightclub dates.
Arvin: That voicebox is worth more than your entire family, Violet!
Kendra: Kiki blocks a punch and brutal slap to the face of Violet. And Kiki throws Violet off the ropes, Kiki runs herself...DOUBLE BIG BOOT! THEY ARE BOTH DOWN! Andra counts.
1!
Colin: Violet is starting to stir a little bit.
2!
Kendra: You can see the tiredness on her as she attempts to get to her feet.
3!
Arvin: Come on Kiki, you can do it!
Colin: This is a rough situation for both competitors.
4!
Kendra: Violet changing tactics now and inching towards Kiki.
5!
Colin: Signs of life by Violet! She may make it over!
6!
Kendra: Oh, this is brutal. Violet's slowed down a bit. If we look back at that boot, you can see that both of them had a bit of recoil in their necks.
7!
Arvin: Some movement by Kiki but Violet is to her feet completely!! Violet goes for the pin on Kiki...
1!
Arvin: Kiki reverses it!!
1!
Colin: Violet gets the shoulder up and we're not done here folks! Kiki pushes Violet to the mat, up to the top...FLYING BIG HEAD! She gets the knee to Violet's neck, and locks in the Itoh Punish!! The pain on Violet's face is palpable but you can see her gritting her way through it and she makes it to the ropes.
Kendra: Kruel drops the knee on Violet's head in frustration as she gets up. And she tries to do it again but Violet with the guillotine! Violet rolls to her feet now but Kiki catches her with a Superkick!
Colin: That sends Violet rolling back, but she uses that momentum to roll to her feet and run back, looking to charge forward and hits Kiki with the forearm shot! Mounted punches to Kiki. Oh it looks like TM is slipping something to Kiki, oh no, you can hear the clang and see Violet stumble back. But the mounted punches obscured the view and TM takes whatever it was back. Kiki goes for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
Kiki Kruel wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner...KIIIIKIIII KRUEL!
Arvin: One Punch Champ strikes again! HAHA! Yes!
Colin: That was a lot more Kiki had to do than a punch to win.
Arvin: Yes but how many of the moves were punches? Her first punch got her the victory.
Kendra: That's such a...ugh. We have more post Sting-footage of someone who was having as bad a day as Violet and Colin and I are having right now.
The new MAWL Tag Team Champions, Davy Boy and Sombras, are standing proud in front of the backdrop. Both men shine with gold strapped across their waists, the flash of the camera catching every inch of their success.
Davy Boy is all swagger, sunglasses still on indoors, arms folded with that unbeatable “told-you-so” smirk.
Sombras, calm but proud, taps his belt once and raises a finger to the lens:
“One team. One vision.”
The camera flashes again—and we’re done here.
But just around the corner…
Tragedeigh is pacing near the monitor bay, fuming. Her usually composed posture is now a sharp, angular expression of rage.
She mutters under her breath, eyes locked on a replay of her match from earlier—specifically the moment Mal Sangre distracted her, causing her to lose the bout.
Tragedeigh:
"That wasn't an accident… you knew what you were doing."
She rips off her wrist tape and hurls it against a production crate.
The lights flicker.
Tragedeigh:
"You want to screw me out of my moment? You want the spotlight that bad, Mal? Then come take it—because I’m not stepping aside. Not for you. Not for anyone."
Her voice is calm, but the fury is cut-glass cold. The drama mask she once wore? Shattered, and so is her patience.
The hum of the arena echoes faintly as Tragedeigh leans against a metal beam, arms crossed, eyes shadowed with frustration. Her gear’s still half on, her hair damp with sweat. She's waiting. Sombras approaches from the locker room, the MAWL Tag Team Championship slung over his shoulder. He’s calm, unreadable—always with that air of quiet control.
Tragedeigh:
"I didn’t lose tonight. I got sabotaged."
Sombras:
"Mal Sangre… was out there."
Tragedeigh:
"Yeah. Just long enough to ‘accidentally’ cost me everything."
She pauses, steps closer, lowering her voice.
Tragedeigh:
"You know they’re setting up brackets for the U.S. Title Tournament, right? There’s a real chance I end up across the ring from him."
Sombras says nothing, just listens. That silence speaks louder than she'd like.
Tragedeigh:
"If that happens… and he tries something again—I’m not asking you to choose a side, Sombras. I’m asking you to watch my back."
Sombras finally looks at her—directly. His face is calm, but behind his eyes… calculation.
Sombras:
"Mal Sangre and I go way back. More than most people know. But I see how he moves. And I don’t like what I saw tonight."
Tragedeigh exhales—but the relief is short-lived.
Sombras:
"If he crosses the line again… I won’t let it slide. But if you expect me to turn my back on him before that?"
He shakes his head slowly.
Sombras:
"I’m not in the business of preemptive betrayal. Not yet."
Tragedeigh:
"So I have to wait until he stabs me a second time before you'll act? Got it."
She pushes off the beam, starts to walk past him—but stops just beside him.
Tragedeigh:
"Just remember—sometimes the line doesn’t get crossed until it's too late to pull someone back."
Sombras says nothing as she walks away, her boots echoing down the corridor. His expression? Thoughtful. Torn.
A monitor flickers nearby—playing a loop of Mal Sangre walking out from the shadows mid-match. Watching. Smiling. Waiting.
LUCIE "TIGER" ROSSI VS THE SOLEMN GUARDIAN
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As the guitar squeals, Lucie "Tiger" Rossi jumps onto the stage to a quick orange firework.
Ash: Making her way to the ring, from Milan, Italy, Lucie "Tiger" Rossi!
Black smoke covers the front view as The Solemn Guardian walks out Carrying a tome like a bible almost symbolizing what is to come.. Ominous bells and ringing with the hiss of snakes the cawwing of ravens and soft chanting can be heard during this.
Ash: And her opponent, from Huntington, West Virginia, weighing in at 165 pounds, he is The Solemn Guardian!
The Solemn Guardian makes his way slowly down the ramp, the audience feeling chills as he passes them.
The bell rings.
Colin: And we're off to the races, as Guardian comes charging in to devastate Rossi with a bulldog. Rossi to her feet and quick enziguiri. Goes to pick him up and HE DEVASTATES WITH THE HOLY PRECIPICE STUNNER! She rolls out of the ring before the 1 count.
Kendra: Bigger men fall faster to that move, and tremendous ring savvy by getting out of dodge. Rossi back up to the apron, and Guardian flips her back into the ring. Going for a crucifix pin on Rossi but no dice as she rolls back and low dropkick. He rises up and bodyslam rattling Rossi.
Arvin: She springs back and up with a European Uppercut! Standing moonsault! And she starts to go for the pin, OH NO A SERIES OF HEADBUTTS BACK HER OFF. And the hand goes up...oh, she's in trouble now as he gets to his feet. CHOOOOKESLAM!
Colin: It looks like he might have her, no she gets an ankle trip. And she locks in the Lucie-4!!
Kendra: An inverted figure 4, but he gets the lock released with some kicks to the ankles. He's in trouble now as she goes to pick him up NO IT'S ANOTHER HOLY PRECIPICE!!
1!
2!
TH...Lucie is pulled to safety!
Colin: Someone rescued Lucie, but just barely. I didn't get a good glimpse of who it was, did you?
Arvin: No idea. But Guardian is clearly pissed and he's stomping Lucie out. She grabs his ankle and dragon screw. But he spins back and ANOTHER DAMN HOLY PRECIPICE! SHE'S GOING TO NEED A NECKBRACE IF THIS KEEPS UP!
Kendra: He drags her away from the side of the ring by the entrance and goes for the cover.
1!
2!
3!
Solemn Guardian wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, The Solemn Guardian!
Kendra: Lucie appears to be holding her neck a bit. That's not a good sign.
Colin: Well, let's move quickly onto our next match and hope for quick healing.
GOLDBERG VS THOR
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Goldberg throws both his arms up individually, with a firework exploding on either side of him.
Ash: First! From Oklahoma, weighing in at 284 pounds, the MAN they call....GOLDBERG!
Goldberg storms down the ramp with intention, rotating his shoulders and cracking his neck a bit. When he gets in the ring, he lets out a big yell.
Colin: Even now, many years after his prime, he is a fearsome competitor.
Thor comes down a zipline with lightning effects surrounding him.
Ash: And his opponent! From Belize, weighing 245 pounds, The King of Kings, THOR!
The bell rings.
Colin: Two monsters of the ring. Thor starts with a quick punch. Thor tries for a second but Goldberg catches it and back body drop! Quick run and SPEAR! DAMN, THOR UP RIGHT AWAY LIKE IT'S NOTHING!
Kendra: Goldberg not taking too kindly to that and a T-Bone to Thor. Goldberg stomps Thor for emphasis! Goldberg going for a second stomp and Thor grabs his leg...Thor tosses Goldberg across the ring by his leg! Goldberg lining up for another Spear...THOR DUCKS! CATCHES HIM OUT AND SETS HIM INTO A BURNING HAMMER POSITION!
Arvin: Thor taunting the audience, not letting Goldberg go, and down he finally goes. Mjolnir's Wrath!!
1!
2!
3!
Thor wins by Pinfall!
Ash: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE KING OF KINGS, THOR!!
Colin: Unbelievable!
Arvin: Is it? Goldberg is a one-and-a-half trick pony in the body of an old horse. And Thor just made glue.
Kendra: I hate that I get what you mean.
Colin: As we move along, one of our later matches is Gozu and Moon looking to finally put each other to bed. Gozu had this to say:
The view flickers with static before fading into darkness. The silence lingers for a moment before a soft, rhythmic sound emerges, the unmistakable noise of a shovel cutting into dirt. The scene slowly comes into focus, revealing Gozu outside at the dead of night, the full moon casting a pale, ghostly glow over the desolate landscape.
The earth around him is freshly disturbed, a pile of loose soil sitting beside an open grave. The wind barely stirs, the air thick with a suffocating stillness.
Gozu moves slowly, methodically, his gloved hands gripping the wooden handle of the shovel with reverence. Each motion is deliberate, precise. There’s no urgency, no hesitation, just the steady, patient rhythm of a man performing a ritual he has done a thousand times before.
Gozu: “There’s an art to this, you know. The exact depth, the precise width, the location has to have the perfect soil consistency.”
He pauses, driving the shovel into the mound with a dull thunk. He leans on it slightly, his head tilting just enough to let the shadows stretch across his mask, obscuring his eyes. His breathing is slow, measured, like a man at peace with the task ahead.
Gozu: “It's an art. Internment… the act of putting something to rest. A process older than memory itself. The final destination we are all promised. Some fear it. Some deny it. But we?”
A low chuckle rattles from his throat, the sound dry and hollow, like wind through dead leaves.
Gozu: “We embrace it.”
He crouches beside the grave, reaching down and scooping up a handful of dirt. He lets it slip through his fingers, watching as the dust scatters into the open void. Overhead, the wind shifts slightly, the trees groaning under its weight. The light in the sky dims ever so slightly as a shadow begins to creep over the moon’s surface.
Gozu: “Moon… you’ve fought so hard to be the light. To stand tall, to shine for these people, to be something pure in a place stained with violence. But all light flickers… all flames sputter and burn out. And when that time comes, the darkness is always waiting.”
Gozu grips the edges of the open grave, peering into the abyss below. His posture is relaxed, casual, as if he’s admiring a piece of fine craftsmanship. The shadow over the moon thickens, the night growing heavier, the air colder.
Gozu: “That’s why this match… this Buried Alive match… is not just a battle. It’s a ceremony. A lesson. A revelation.”
He stands upright again, exhaling deeply as he pats the top of the mound of dirt beside him, fingers pressing into the loose soil like a sculptor admiring his work.
Gozu: “We are going to bury you, Moon. Not just your body, but everything you represent. Your hope. Your light. Your desperate, foolish belief that you can stand against what we are. We will drag you down, kicking, screaming, clawing for breath. And when that last handful of dirt falls… when the darkness finally takes you… all that will be left is silence.”
The silence lingers, stretching just a second too long. Gozu kneels beside the grave again, this time running his hand across the dirt as if smoothing a blanket over a sleeping body. The lunar eclipse spreads further, the last slivers of silver light shrinking with every breath he takes. The wind stops. The world holds its breath.
Gozu: “And the world will see. They will understand what we’ve always known… that even the brightest lights are destined to be swallowed. That in the end, no matter how hard you fight…”
He turns his head slightly toward the camera, his voice barely above a whisper, yet razor-sharp.
Gozu: “…the dark always wins.”
The weight of those words settles into the air like a curse, thick and inescapable. Gozu suddenly stops, his posture relaxing as he takes a slow, deep breath. His gaze lifts toward the sky, the last remaining crescent of moonlight barely visible now. A strange clarity washes over him, as if he’s savoring the final moment before the inevitable.
Gozu: “Don’t be afraid, Moon. We’ll make sure your sepulture is done properly. With care. With respect. Because this isn’t just your end…”
He tilts his head, a slow, eerie grin twitching beneath his mask. The camera moves back, showing a dark black bag next to the large pile of dirt.
Gozu: “It’s your destiny.”
Without another word, Gozu rolls the large black bag into the grave, grabs the shovel and begins filling it, the sound of dirt striking the hollow ground echoing in the stillness. The screen fades to black as the moon overhead is finally, fully eclipsed. The last light vanishes.
Colin: Gozu and Moon have been battling for some time, and it looks like tonight we'll finally get some resolution.
Kendra: It does look like one way or another, the hatchet will finally be buried.
Arvin: That was terrible.
Colin: It was a grave miscalculation.
Arvin: I hate you both.
Colin: Let's move to our next match, which features the winner of the Honeycomb Match.
MARLA ANDERSON AND KID KROSS VS LE LUTTEUR
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following is a tag team contest and is scheduled for one fall!
The lights suddenly cut out for a brief moment and explode and strobe to the heavy riff of Soundgarden’s Outshined.
The crowd is on their feet in support of the Kid they identify with. The Hometown Hero and the Kross town Rival. Twisted Kid Kross.
Ash: Ladies and gentlemen, from the depths of despair and depravity of Sunnyvale Trailer Park, in Sunnyvale Nova Scotia Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, your hometown hero and their cross town rival, the winner of the Honeycomb Match, Twisted Kiiiiiddddd Kross!!
Kid Kross saunters down to the ring with his flashy blue and green vest with a facial depiction of “the green bastard”, a local Sunnyvale wrestler. He has his aviators on carrying a hockey stick over his shoulder. His long hair flowing behind him. Kid Kross kneels down In the ring with his arms out to the side as the music hits the chorus “ Show me the power child I’d like to say, that I’m down on my knees today”. He pops back up when the lyrics say “it gives the butterflies, gives me away until I’m up on my feet again”. He climbs to the second rope and raises his stick in unison with “OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED!”
Ash: Kid Kross! the one we’ve all been waiting for! He intends to take Fallout by storm!
Kid Kross stares intently at the crowd. Ready to prove himself to his fans and the rest of the wrestling world.
Colin: This man has a 50 percent chance of walking out of our biggest event of the year the champion.
Arvin: Honestly less, much less, if Balor is still the champion.
Kendra: So you're finally acknowledging that Balor Wolfe is immensely talented.
Arvin: I'm acknowledging that he has his army of magical misfit goons that will inevitably turn the tide in his favor.
Colin: He has a supportive family.
Kendra: Yet another way you two are different.
Arvin: I'll have you know my nannies were very supportive. And when my dad wasn't going to Cayman I was allowed to look at his boat.
Colin: Real man of the people you are.
Arvin: Hey, we struggled. My mom lost the M at the beginning of my name in a poker match.
Kendra: Well this next woman is more M than you ever were.
The lights flash red and white with the clapping, which the audience joins in.
"Lord give me grace and dancing feet" - a spotlight on the stage flashes red and white in time, but the opposite of the rest of the lights.
"is it so wrong" - Marla Anderson walks on stage and extends her arms outward, spinning pyro in a maple leaf around her.
Ash: And his opponent! From Vancouver, Canada, True North MARLA ANDERSON!
Marla high-fives people as she comes down. At "tonight make me unstoppable" she flips into the ring and points...true north.
The arena dims, and a hushed reverence fills the air as the haunting notes of "Ave Maria" begin to play, slow and measured, enveloping the crowd in an aura of grace and power. The opening chords echo throughout the arena, and the anticipation builds to a fever pitch.
First, Renaud Lavillenie steps out, his presence commanding the attention of the crowd.
He’s dressed in his red, white, and blue singlet, the vibrant colors reflecting under the lights as he walks with the poise of a tactician about to engage in a battle of minds. His focused eyes pierce the crowd as he strides down the ramp, every movement calculated, as if he’s already assessing the ring and his opponent. The arena feels smaller, the air thicker with every step he takes. Reaching the ring, he climbs the steps, placing one hand on the ropes, preparing to enter the battlefield with military precision.
Moments later, Marion Bartoli, his partner, makes his entrance.
Clad in a blue and gold singlet, his athletic frame exudes power and determination. His movements are composed and deliberate, like a chess player positioning their pieces for the final checkmate. The crowd watches in awe as Marion’s gaze never wavers from the ring, his mind always in control, calculating each move before it even happens. As he approaches the ring, his pace quickens ever so slightly, his confidence growing as he steps forward. Upon reaching the ring, he exchanges a silent nod with Renaud, the bond between them clear as they prepare to unleash their tactical mastery.
Together, they enter the ring, flowing into place with perfect symmetry. Renaud steps through the ropes first, then Marion follows, both men immediately setting their sights on the task ahead. As the music swells, they raise their arms in perfect unison, a display of excellence, discipline, and unity. The crowd stands in awe, knowing they’ve just witnessed the arrival of Le Lutteur—a team that embodies calculated brilliance and unstoppable focus.
Ash: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is about to be graced by the presence of one of the most tactical and precise teams to ever step into this ring…
With a combined weight of 455 pounds…
From Paris, France…
First, standing 6'4" tall, weighing 225 pounds, ‘The Master of Precision,’ RENAUD LAVILLENIE!
"And his partner, standing 6'3" tall, weighing 230 pounds, ‘The Art of Submission,’ MARION BARTOLI!
"Together, they are…
**LE LUTTEUR!”
The lights return to normal as "Ave Maria" fades, but the feeling of strategy and precision lingers in the air. The audience can feel it: Le Lutteur is ready to demonstrate that wrestling is as much about the mind as it is about the body.
The bell rings. Marion and Kid Kross start.
Colin: Le Lutteur had a brief detour into singles' competition but they are at their most comfortable as a pair. And it's going to be Marion Bartoli and Kid Kross starting in this battle of Canada vs France. Bartoli wasting no time hurling Kross with a King's Throw. Bartoli goes to pick him up and Kross rolls him up! That breaks up easily.
Kendra: Kross and Bartoli up, Kross throws quick punches at Bartoli. Bartoli to his corner, tags in Renaud and Renaud starts with an arm drag. Kross coming for a running DDT and Renaud transitions it into an armbar! KROSS REVERSES THAT INTO A VERTICAL SUPLEX HOLD AND SUNNYVALE SUPLEX! Going for the pin-
1!
2!
Th...NO! Bartoli interrupts!
Arvin: Just barely saved by his partner. Kross up and Renaud giving a series of quick kicks to the back of Kross's right leg. Tripping Kross and going for an Achilles Lock but Kross tags in Anderson and she comes barreling in with a clothesline!
Colin: Throws Renaud into the corner, tags Kross back in and atomic drop to Renaud, Kross with a Blockbuster! Renaud lands hard but rolls into an Achilles Lock!!
Kendra: Kross with an enziguiri to break the hold. Quick kick to the knee by Renaud, Renaud tags in and Marion throws a knee to the sternum of Kross! Is it...they're going for a French Trap! Kross looks like he's struggling!
Colin: Marla clears the ropes for a leg drop to Marion! The legal man is off Kross and the submission won't mean anything at this point. Marla back to the apron, drags Renaud off Kross and tags herself in! Marion with an overhead belly to belly to Marla!
Arvin: Marla charges Marion and another overhead belly to belly by Marion. Marla tries to go for a school pin but Marion steps on her hand. Marla trips Marion and elbow drop! She gets up but Marion snaps himself up and Regal Suplex! Going for the pin-Kross pulls her to the ropes.
Colin: You've gotta admire the teamwork between Anderson and Kross. Marion with an arm whip to Marla, Marla with the hot tag and Kross charging in with a rollicking DDT to Marion! Scoops Marion up....SUNNYVALE SUPLEX! PIN-
Arvin: Renaud saves his partner before the 1 count. Marion trying to go for the Regal Suplex, Kross counters into a spinning DDT. Tags Marla back in, they throw Marion off the ropes and double back body drop. Kross rolls out and Marion right into the Regal Suplex, Kross springboard splash to break the pin!
Kendra: Both of these teams are great at having each other's backs. It's the team that can mitigate the cavalry that will take this one I think. And Marla parlays this into a Maple Leaf Submission! It looks like Marion may tap! Renaud trying to get involved but Kross intervenes and gets him with a Kross Over! MARION TAPS!
Marla Anderson and Kid Kross win by Submission!
Ash: Here are your winners, Twisted Kid Kross and True North Marla Anderson!
Colin: To make the Art of Submission submit is no easy feat, and you can see the respect and love in the ring as both sides hug it out.
Kendra: And we've got another champ in action next! Ash, ring that bell.
ACE ANARCHY VS IVAN VOLKOV
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
White sparks rain down over the entrance as Ace Anarchy bursts onto the stage.
Ash: First! the INFERNO CHAMPION, from the Outback, Australia, weighing 225 pounds, the Thunder from Down Under, AAAAACE AAAAAANARCHY!
The screen behind him fills with falling ‘Joker’ playing cards, which ignite to reveal an anarchy symbol. As his theme song hits, red and white strobe lights flash in sync with the rhythm. Ace Anarchy throws his arms up, singing along behind his mask. The fans go absolutely bananas. He bounces down the ramp, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans before sliding into the ring, ready for action.
Ivan walks slowly and deliberately, glaring at the audience, before ripping off his coat in the ring to reveal his massive frame.
Ash: And his opponent, accompanied by Viktor Dragovich, from Russia, weighing in at 315 pounds, the Siberian Titan, IVAN VOLKOV!
The bell rings.
Kendra: Anarchy gets the match going with a running boot. Ivan stutters back and Anarchy blasts him with a forearm flurry and a snap powerslam!
Colin: We've talked about this in the Anarchy/Ketsu match and we're seeing it again - people who take a methodical approach are at a distinct disadvantage when dealing with Anarchy because he's that compelling mix of frenetic and no frill that makes him such a vicious opponent.
Kendra: Ace keeps the pressure on with that swinging neckbreaker he loves. Volkov back to his feet and Red Blizzard Lariat! And in one move Ace shows more pain than he's inflicted on Ivan so far. But Ace is quick back and a pop-up DDT to Volkov.
Colin: He doesn't stay down long.
Arvin: Sorta like a weed. Another snap powerslam by Ace and he's going for the cover-
1!
Arvin: Ivan is practically made of steel so I'm not shocked. Ace trying with a Pop-Up Powerbomb, going for the cover-
1!
Colin: Still no. Ivan lifts him up now and Guerilla Press Slam! Up again, overhead, SHATTERING HIM WITH THE THTAN SLAM!
1!
2!
Th...NO! SHOULDER UP!
Arvin: Just stay down ya dweeb.
Colin: He's gonna have to kill Anarchy to stop him, Arvin.
Kendra: Another Guerilla Press and that might well be the idea at this point. Anarchy trips the big man and gets his way back to his feet. Holding onto the ropes, Ivan already back up and unloading on his stomach. And a running powerslam!
Colin: Anarchy is refusing to stay down but you can see he knows he's going to regret it. Ivan lifts him up for another Titan Slam but Anarchy slides out and SUPERKICK! He's loading back, looks like he's gonna show the State of Decay and-
Kendra: What the hell is Morgan Maverick doing here?
Arvin: She's getting into the head of the man keeping her belt warm and WHO THE HELL IS THIS
Colin: I don't know but he just tackled Maverick! Threat neutralized and Ace Anarchy can return to business AND STATE OF DECAY!!
1!
2!
3!
Ace Anarchy wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner....ACE ANARCHY!!!
Kendra: You can see the man outside saluting Ace, Ace saluting back. Both of the men as happy as clams.
Colin: Before we get into our next match, let's take a look how we got here-
CUT TO-
🎥 [Los Heroes de la Calles having significant issues with La Sangre Maldita]
🎥[Los Heroes problems extending to Damian Blackheart]
🎥[Los Heroes struggling to get a win and arguing with each other]
🎥[El Gallito getting hooked on Hope Spot Serum]
🎥[Gallito ALMOST winning but then losing his dang mind and getting disqualified]
🎥[Tortuga's chances at beating Damian dashed by Shadow Kawashima]
🎥[Shadow Kawashima being an unexpected contestant in the Buzzer Gauntlet]
A black screen. A match is ignited and several candles are lit. Damian Blackheart’s face appears in the dim light.
Damian: “Tortuga, you now finally realise the errors in challenging me old boy. You dared to walk in the shadows…that was until the shadows came to you.”
Shadow Kawashima enters the frame.
Blackheart: “on my many travels, I visited the beautiful city of Nagoya to observe some of the surgeries of Michiro Yamamoto. As I took a break from my studies, I was invited to attend a local independent wrestling event. I gazed in glory and amazement as I witnessed “The World Eater” Shadow Kawashima have his flesh scraped and torn from a slam into broken glass and barbed wire, yet he barely flinched. He then power bombed his opponent onto a bed of nails. I could see the look in his eyes, a look of satisfaction and glee at the suffering he had just caused. It was then I knew that he and I would be destined to cross paths. A man of science and a man seemingly impervious to pain, once we joined forces, we spent many an evening in my operating room conducting experiments, a study into human suffering and resilience. This man gave me his flesh to carve, his bones to bend and break but also his trust in what we could achieve by this study. He bears the scars on his body, but his mind is truly enlightened. Now, he is here in MAWL by my side to continue our studies and conduct our experiments. For our first experiment, we challenge both of you, Chicken Boy and Tortuga the ass clown; are you brave enough to tip the scales in your favour in the Apothecary's Weight match? Who will get their pound of flesh, and who will have their life force drained? After we've closed the book on that study, people of MAWL should be on high alert not to stray too close to the light, as the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows…”
He blows out the candles.
Screen fades to black.
Colin: This next match comes from the depraved mind of Damian Blackheart and it may turn out to be one of the sickest matches I have ever laid my eyes on.
Arvin: Do you need a barf bag, Colin?
Colin: No I don't need a barf bag.
Kendra: If you're gonna use a barf bag, just do it discreetly. The developers of Madness 2 poke their heads around whenever they hear there's a new match type and we don't need "barf bag" being a DLC weapon.
Colin: I don't need a barf bag! Don't love that there are leeches close by though.
APOTHECARY MATCH
LOS HEROES DE LA CALLE VS SPIRIT CRUSHER
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is an Apothecary Match! There is no pinfall, submission, or disqualification. The only way to win is to fill your goblet with enough of your opponent's blood to tip the scales!
At ringside, there is a table with an old brass balance scale. Inside each plate of the scales, a small goblet has been placed. On the other side of the ring is a tank full of leeches.
Los Heroes make their way to the ring, Tortuga De Acero carries a STOP sign with Gallito loco carrying a Rooster Bar (crowbar) Gallito struts around the ring and does faux Kung Fu moves with the crowbar and almost hits Tortuga with it. Tortuga holds the Stop Sign to his partner's face!
Ash: First! At a combined weight of 300 pounds, El Gallito Loco and Tortuga de Acero, LOS HEROES DE LAAAAAA CALLES!
Damian Blackheart has his cane and a satchel. Shadow Kawashima carries a box filed with fluorescent light tubes. Shadow removes one of the tubes and enters the ring. Before the bell rings, Shadow breaks the light tube over his own head and starts the match already bleeding!
Ash: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 495 pounds, The Empiric Damian Blackheart and Shadow Kawashima, SPIRIT CRUSHER!
The bell rings.
Colin: Shadow lunges at Tortuga with the tube he broke over his head, Tortuga knocks it away with the sign. Tortuga takes the Stop Sign to Shadow but I don't think Shadow even recognized it happened!
Kendra: Blackheart with a high knee to Loco and the Rooster is out of the Ring! Spirit Crusher turning their attention to Tortuga....Scalpel Kick and Backdrop Driver! Even with that shell that's gotta hurt. And Shadow is coming down to ringside ROOSTERBAR BY GALLITO! THAT'LL knock Shadow down.
Colin: Blackheart goes for the Armbar on Tortuga but Tortuga rejects it and is directing traffic! He's pointing to the goblet for Gallito, and I gotta say, it's refreshing to actually see Gallito listening to Tortuga. Gallito getting to the table, oh Shadow's already up and a big Mongolian chop. OOH That Brainbuster looks like it rattled Gallito.
Arvin: Did he really think he was going to bleed out Shadow? Come on now. Rolling cutter on Tortuga by Blackheart, and we see the masterful teamwork between Damian and Shadow. Shadow gets the tubes, puts 3 down, Blackheart sets up with the kick and Shadow hits a gutwrench powerbomb!! There's some blood, and Blackheart gets the goblets but it seems like it won't be quite enough unless we want to wait here all day.
Kendra: Gallito back to his feet and that damn Hope Spot Serum. Get back in the ring, Loco!
Colin: Blackheart with another Scalpel Kick to Tortuga! Shadow sets him up for a Piledriver and Damian is going up, I think we may be getting Spirit in the Sky...NO! Gallito saves his partner with a rooster bar hook to Blackheart and Blackheart tumbles onto the tube box!!
Kendra: And to quote Alice in Chains, HERE COMES THE ROOSTER! Absolutely unloading on Shadow with the rooster bar! Shots to the head, shots to the torso! He's actually dazing the Stoic Psycho and Gallito off the ropes...Tortuga stops him?
Colin: Oh, looks like he wants to do it together, and a stop sign/rooster bar combo busts Shadow open further!! Gallito gets some of the blood into a serum bottle and into the goblet...we have a little movement but not enough to call it.
Kendra: Problem with a match like this is you have to leave your opponent to fill the goblet and that gives them time to recuperate. Tortuga tries to lift Shadow up and MISTED! Tortuga is screaming in pain, Gallito hears the cries of Tortuga and coming to assist but tastes a boot from Shadow.
Arvin: Blackheart to his feet and he does not look good. Blood coming out of several places, but the fight in his eyes is clear. Sambo to Loco!
Colin: The team zeroing in on Tortuga now...oh God, they're looking to the Leeches. Going for Plague Crush double team and oh that truly stings...SHADOW LAUNCHES TORTUGA INTO THE LEECH TANK!
Arvin: I may need a barf bag.
Kendra: Blackheart digging under the ring, wasn't the leech tank enough? Clearly not, now we have a bed of nails. Shadow setting it up, Blackheart with the Irish Whip and GALLITO IS ABLE TO CATCH HIMSELF! Gallito leaps outside! Shadow gives Chase!
Colin: Blackheart takes Tortuga out of the tank and getting those leeches off one by one. That can't be a fun practice.
Arvin: All seven off, over to the scales...one squeezed in. Second one squeezed in. Getting the th...GALLITO BACK IN THE RING AND HE'S PECKING THE OTHER LEECHES! THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD LOSS LOST! STANDING SUPLEX ON BLACKHEART TO THE OUTSIDE!
Kendra: This may be the most intent and with it we've seen Gallito and he gathers some blood from Blackheart. Pours it into the scales and some wavering but not a lot of movement.
Colin: Shadow up and charging Gallito TORTUGA INTERCEPTION WITH A SPEAR! AN UNEXPECTED SPEED BURST FROM THE STEEL TURTLE!
Kendra: Shadow thrown into the ring, already to his feet and looking to chokeslam both men, Holy Hell they break free! IRISH WHIP INTO THE NAILS! THIS IS TOTAL INSANITY!!
Arvin: I'm finding myself feeling weirdly a lot of respect for Tortuga who's challenging his inner Bubba Ray Dudley, barking orders to Gallito.
Colin: I'm feeling weirdly a lot of respect for Gallito who is sticking to the plan, goes outside and that's a whole board of barbed wire he's sliding into the ring. That's gonna be a bad day for whoever gets tangled in it. LOS HEROES GOING FOR A DOUBLE SUPLEX BUT BLACKHEART IS UP AND KICKS THE BOARD OUT OF THE WAY!
Kendra: Gallito is shocked and eats a DDT! Tortuga tries to respond with a lariat but that's a Half Nelson Backbreaker. Shadow is up and he's a river of blood but still has juice in him at least and SHADOWREALM ON GALLITO ONTO THE BARBED WIRE!
Colin: Oh I think Gallito's screams are going to haunt me in my dreams. Blackheart gets a vial and gets some blood, into the Goblet and not enough to get it where it needs to go.
Arvin: I mentioned Dudleys earlier and now Shadow is getting the tables! And some barbed wire boards to adorn them!
Colin: TORTUGA IS ON HIS FEET! NORTHERN LIGHTS TO BLACKHEART! SPINEBUSTER TO SHADOW!
Kendra: Tortuga gets Gallito up and directs him to the Stop Sign. Gallito listens and passes it to Tortuga. Tortuga going to brain Blackheart with it, NO! BLACKHEART MOVES AND THE STOP SIGN IS STUCK IN THE RING! We still have half a show to get through!
Colin: Gallito trying to get the stop sign out and Shadow takes the moment to collapse him with a basement clothesline. In the weapon trade, Tortuga gets the rooster bar and driving it repeatedly to the back of Shadow! Shadow is actually retreating.
Kendra: As Shadow leaves the ring, Blackheart enters it and tries for a kick to Tortuga? I think? Kinda hard to tell what the purpose of that kick was, it hits a whole lotta nothing and Tortuga takes the moment to blow him down with a situout powerbomb. Tortuga lifts up Blackheart and calling for Loco to Rooster Bar him. Gallito trying for some momentum in his swing and off the ropes, NO SHADOW GRABS HIM! Sleeperhold!!
Colin: Tortuga to the rescue! Blasting Shadow with the rooster bar...SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES! SHADOW AND TORTUGA BOTH GO THROUGH THE TABLES!!!
Arvin: Well that was dumb. What a mess.
Colin: I can't fully disagree. Blackheart produces 4 vials of Hope Spot...don't fall for it Gallito!
Kendra: Blackheart puts it at eye level to tempt Gallito. Gallito trying to pay attention to the crowd instead but to no avail as the call is too strong. Gallito goes for them and NO! Blackheart takes the hand and back elbow shot. PLAGUEBRINGER!!
Arvin: Take that Junkie!
Colin: So disrespectful, Arv.
Kendra: Blackheart pours the vials on poor Gallito's face.
Arvin: Drink your juice.
Colin: Blackheart takes the vials...into the mouth of Gallito and SCALPEL KICK! OH ALL THAT GLASS JUST SHATTERED IN THE MOUTH OF GALLITO! IT'S SO BRUTAL! But Blackheart gets the goblet and collects his prize.
Kendra: Oh. So much blood.
Colin: It's in the goblet and it's enough to end this absolute massacre! Spirit Crusher wins!
Spirit Crusher win by goblet fill!
Ash: Here are your winners, Damian Blackheart and Shadow Kawashima, Spirit Crusher!
Blackheart: Watch the Goblets.
Colin: No one tells Greaves what to do. Blackheart going to rescue his friend from the mess of wire and wood. Wait...
Arvin: ANN "ATOMIC" LEE CHARGING IN AND SHE TAKES THE GOBLETS! PAY ATTENTION DAMIAN!
Colin: Well now Damian sees, as Ann toasts him with one of them. Blackheart absolutely losing his mind and saying some things we can't repeat in good conscience. What's down the line for these two? We have some words from some of our other competitors while we try to clean this up.
The camera fades into view as the seconds of pitch black is interrupted with the sound of a spotlight being turned on. The bright light focused on a strange puppet-like creation lying on the ground in a crumpled heap. It is sporting a hat with cork and string hanging from it and an Australian flag wrapped lazily around its torso
???: Oh how they dance... How they perform.. How they... SUCCUMB
Another loud noise is heard as another spotlight brightens the view and reveals another crude puppet, this one with a backwards cap and jeans roughly attached to its legs
???: So simple... So easy to manipulate, how sad... How... INVIGORATING
There is some manic cackling for a moment until the sound of someone clearing their throat is heard from behind the camera
???: Regardless, I love to watch them dance~
The venom dripping from the words is a momentary distraction as the strings are shine in the spotlight. They can easily be seen hanging from the puppets. The strings pull taught and suddenly the puppets are alive, seemingly seen to be throwing odd attacks at each other as the clumsy puppets are hurled together
???: And they perform so well!! And if I am not in control, then there would be no reason to watch this little puppet show, yes? Yes! I believe this is for the best. And if my little puppets get hurt, well~ thats all the sweeter for me isn't it!
The strings start to move irratically as the puppets respond in kinda, hurling themselves at each other with increasing aggression and strength until finally limbs and parts start to fly and fall from the puppets. This dance of death continues until the strings are gone and only the heads of the puppets remain in the air. The puppeteer raises the heads as the spotlight follows them finally revealing the face of the puppeteer to be Charlotte Realta.
The heads are pulled up to either side of her face as she looks at one and then the other with a michevious grin
Charlotte Realta: Now now my little toys, don't go losing your head over me just yet. We still have many more games to play. No no, this? Is just the beginning.. and I have many many plans for you both~
The strings are seen to loosen as the heads start to fall only to be deftly caught by each of Charlottes hands. She holds each head between her finger and her thumb
Charlotte Realta: See you soon~
She applies pressure as the heads slowly start to crack and then in a moment they both, explode at the same time, into tiny shards as blood is seen dripping from Charlottes hands. The camera pans up showing Charlotte shaking the shards from her hands and licking the blood from her left hand
Charlotte Realta: This is not the last drop of blood that will be shed today..
The camera starts to fade as Charlotte blood-stained lips curl into a grin, in the last few moments before the camera disappears the shrill sound of Charlottes cackle can be heard..
The low hum of fluorescent lights buzzed above, filling the empty corridor of MAWL’s backstage with a sterile, artificial silence. Ralph “El Orador” Silva stood near a supply crate, one hand braced against it as he spoke into his phone, his voice sharp, insistent.
Ralph: “Listen, I don’t care how much they’re offering. You and I both know my clients sell. You want La Sangre Maldita to stick around? Then you need to pay like you mean it.”
His words were poised, persuasive, but his free hand fidgeted, fingers tapping against the metal crate in impatience.
Then, just as the conversation reached its peak, it happened.
A presence.
It was something Ralph felt before he saw it. A shift in the air. A whisper of movement that sent a phantom chill down his spine.
Then, that voice.
Silky, rich, yet dripping with something venomous.
Viper: "Ah, Ralph. Still charming the money out of men’s pockets, I see. A skill I’ve always admired."
Ralph’s breath caught in his throat. The phone slipped from his fingers, clattering against the floor, forgotten.
Standing barely a foot away was Vincent “Viper” Graves.
The man’s lean frame remained poised in his signature dark coat and tattered red vest, his bowler hat casting just enough shadow over those piercing eyes that always seemed to know too much. A grin curved his lips, but it never touched his eyes.
Ralph swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His pulse pounded in his ears. He hadn’t seen Vincent in years, but the memories came back in an instant—the carnival lights, the laughter that never quite reached the eyes of those who belonged to it, the man who made the carnival feel less like a place and more like a trap.
Viper tilted his head slightly, watching Ralph with amusement.
Viper: "Relax, El Orador. No need for theatrics—" his grin widened, "—leave those to the ring."
Ralph finally found his voice, though it was quieter than before.
Ralph: “…What the hell do you want, Graves?”
Vincent exhaled through his nose, a low chuckle forming in his chest. He leaned in just slightly, just enough to make Ralph’s muscles coil with the instinct to step back—but he didn’t.
Viper: "Oh, nothing much."
He waved a hand dismissively.
Viper: "Just thought you’d appreciate an update on our mutual acquaintance. After all, you and he… go way back, don’t you?"
Ralph’s jaw tightened. The muscles in his neck tensed, but his face remained composed, unreadable.
Ralph: “If you’re talking about Aztec—”
Viper let out an exaggerated gasp.
Viper: "Oh, so you do still remember him! Imagine my surprise, then, that he… never once mentioned you. Not a whisper. Not a name. Not a single, pitiful word."
Ralph felt his stomach turn, but he kept his face impassive.
Ralph: “I don’t waste time dwelling on ghosts.”
Viper’s grin turned razor-sharp.
Viper: "A shame, really. Because ghosts? Oh, my dear, dear Ralph… ghosts never forget you."
A coldness settled in the air between them.
Ralph exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as if dismissing the entire conversation, but there was tension in his shoulders now, a stiffness that wasn’t there before.
Ralph: “If you came all this way to tell me he’s still alive, then congratulations, I already knew. He’s been making quite the spectacle.”
Viper’s smile lingered, but his voice lowered to something almost conspiratorial.
Viper: "Oh, it’s not his life you should be worried about, old friend. It’s what’s been… left behind."
Something shifted in Ralph’s expression. It was subtle—a flicker in his eye, a tightness at the corner of his mouth.
Ralph: “What do you mean?”
Vincent chuckled again, softer this time, as though sharing an inside joke with himself.
Viper: "Let’s just say... time catches up with everyone eventually. Even him."
Ralph opened his mouth to demand answers, but Viper was already stepping back, already turning away, his presence retreating like a shadow stretching in the dim light.
Viper: "Oh, but don’t worry, El Orador. I’ll be watching. We all will be."*
And with that, Vincent Graves vanished as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving Ralph Silva standing in the empty corridor, his phone still on the floor, his pulse still racing, and a gnawing, unspoken horror twisting in his gut.
Ralph Silva is mid-conversation with a production assistant, rambling about marketing figures and international expansion when a sharply dressed courier walks in holding a black envelope with a wax seal in gold: a distinct hourglass stamp.
Courier:
"Delivery for Mr. Silva. From the office of V. Graves, attorney of record."
Ralph raises an eyebrow and takes the envelope with a scoff.
Ralph:
"Viper? That snake still slithering around with that time cult of his?"
He rips open the envelope and pulls out the neatly folded letter. As he reads, his smug expression begins to falter.
Ralph:
"Effective immediately… cease and desist… unauthorized use of character likeness… contractual interference... violation of time-borne spiritual agreements?"
He stops.
Ralph:
"Get MAWL legal on the phone. NOW. And tell security to keep an eye on Aztec. If he's anywhere near the arena, I want to know."
Quick Cut: Viper in the Shadows
A final shot:
Vincent “Viper” Graves stands in the dimly lit hallway near the parking lot, smiling just slightly. Behind him, Aztec’s silhouette looms in the fog, unmoving.
Viper:
"Let the games begin.
Shakti (OC): Did someone say "GAMES"?
Shakti: What up Demons, it's ya girl Shakti Dara here to bring you another exciting update on MAWL Madness 2 comin' to you next month! So you know how we do this, we gotta drop you our next set o' covers, our next DLC, and then we'll get to the feature of the day.
So let's get rollin' with those covers! In honor of the winner of the Honeycomb, let's go Green.
Shakti: Kid Kross himself graces the cover of Standard XBox One! Our Deluxe Cover features Zora Luthor, we've got Ragnarrr and Hazel Clarke on our Mania Edition, and I'm particularly proud of the Faces of Fear, featuring Gallito Loco, Victor Kingston, Capybara, the the Turf War La Family versions of Wonderwolf and Question Mark Vraag, and I dressed up in an owl costume for a lark. Am I in the game? Who knows?
We did invite Tortuga but he took too long to get to the shoot.
And we did let Wonder and Mark know they would both be there and at least while I was around they were surprisingly civil.
Anyway! Onto our DLC, as we reveal Pack 4, dropping August 15! And this time, the Kruelty is the point. As you know, the vibe of Kruel has taken off and reached the shores everywhere from Hollywood to DC to Japan. Everyone wants to let a little bit of their Kruel side out. And honestly, can't blame 'em, sometimes you gotta show a li'l bad if you wanna stay good. Just ask the new US Champ. And yes, we're aware of TM Ichiban, and plan to patch him in as a free manager later.
Shakti: We lucked out that Kruel is as big as it is. Given that a lot of the women use the same theme song, it would have felt like a rip-off to just give you the standard 8. Still different move sets and vibes to them. Since Mindy and Caitlin got themselves involved at Spring Sting, more famous folk have shown their support for Kruel and have reached out to us to be a part of this all. But make no mistake, these are not weak 50-ratings fighters...they contributed to what they wanted their moves to be and were game to bring some new moves in that will not have otherwise been in the game.
And we know AM Brooks is not Kruel, she's SuperStarz, but we felt her new vibe fit in better here.
Shakti: We know this pack will be controversial for a number of reasons. We also know that people can be terrible so for non-standard wrestlers we have restricted some editing options - some wardrobe choices are grayed out, text features aren't allowed, and though you can edit clothing you can't have "no clothing", the last of which is true of any of our edited wrestlers. We know this may be disappointing, but society has to do better before we can trust everyone to make the right call. Onto our third pack.
Shakti: If you're going full Face of Fear, here's the pack that makes the subtitle hit hard. We envisioned what the worst group of people in DOC that you could run into in the forest would be and it was a pretty easy selection. And with Wolverine's upcoming battles with Rade continuing, you can choose how you want that to play out.
Finally, let's talk customization. I mentioned the ability to edit superstars and here, with some limitations as I mentioned, you have more freedom to do so than just about any other wrestling game in current or last gen. We actually do let you edit hairstyles of the people in game, and we don't make you use one of our 200 CAW slots to do it. Each wrestler comes with 5 open spots for you to add alternate costumes. I'm going to use Dorothy Damage as an example - there's so much you can do but I just edited the hair to show you.
Shakti: For my 5 Dorothy slots, I reimagined her as a Jersey Shore girl, a Karen, a Ballerina, a VSCO Girl Mermaid, and a Model with a Blowout. What you make of these 5 slots is (mostly) up to you.
I know you want to get back to your matches, but a few quick other things about Creation I want to say we're doing different. One, Pyro in Entrances. Unlike recent games, we know you have your own experience in mind, so you have multiple layers of intensity based on your own intensity. If you want to pick a preset, go for it...we know that Marla Anderson's Maple Leaf is hard to recreate and Balor's pyro show is a monster unto itself. BUT! If you like to be more hands-on, we got you! We give you options for location, style, color, duration, and height! That's right, other games, your move. You want plumes of magenta flame to go ceiling to floor and last your whole walk-in, we got you. I know you miss the detail work and so do I.
Another thing we can boast is our in-game soundtrack is completely choosable as entrance theme. We'd thought about doing full Spotify integration but the way they pay their artists is hot trash. So our in-game base soundtrack of over 250 songs in addition to all the extra music that comes from the wrestlers and unlockables and DLC...you won't have to make the same character twice. We obviously won't list it here but soon it'll be up on our site. We're so excited for the range of what's there and know you will be too. I could talk about entrances all day, but two last features I want to mention...
Create a Finisher. Yes. You heard me. There's so much innovation that happens within the ring day to day, MAWL doesn't constrain its wrestlers too much and it wants to give you that same go-ahead. So there a move we somehow don't have in this game? Make it. Much like the Entrances, we give you levels of customization, from the "Simple Tweak" of an already existing move up to the "Go Ham" where you build your finisher from scratch.
And, Create a Match. One of the things that always bums me out is what gets grayed when you want to create a match in another game. There's no reason you can't have an elimination in a cell match. That's wild. So we...don't have those limitations. Mix and match rules. You want an Inferno Rumble? You're my kind of sick. And our game allows you up to 5 rings in a match. I mean, come on, Four Chambers Match sets the bar so SO high every year.
I am so pumped for you all to get your hands on our game next month. Oh, and one other thing I should mention for August. We're patching in the Ice Bath Match. That's not DLC Dependent. After August 15, you will be able to Polar Plunge your opponents into oblivion. And we're working on integration of up to 16 wrestlers so we can FINALLY put in the Fatal Four Corners Survivor Series Match and upgrade the play of the Four Chambers, but we're not sure yet if that will come patched in this or our next iteration. Ye Gods I'm excited for this game. Woo! Okay, Shakti. Take a breath. ANYWAY, see y'all next week for more exciting features and if you haven't pre-ordered yet, what are you waiting for, a Prophecy to be fulfilled?
Shakti gives a wink and walks off. She thinks that the cameras have stopped rolling and picks up a call and can't contain her excitement. "We got Switch 2?? AND 16 people by July! AAAH"
The lights are dark in the parking lot. Lorde "Green Light" plays as the camera pans over silhouettes of cars. One or two are rocking, giving indication that there's some saucy stuff happening.
"Those Great Whites they have sharp Teeth" - we start to see a shadow of five people moving towards something emanating some light. They get there before the chorus hits.
"I'm waiting for it, that Green Light" - the emanation is a Green glow. It's the only pop of color on the whole of the parking lot, reflecting against the navy dusk.
As the drums of the chorus kick in the light flickers much brighter than retracts significantly in time. This pattern alternates until the green goes from a neon to a kelly to a hunter to nothing at all.
[Opening Scene: Tyler Hayes walks into the frame in a parking lot, with a big grin on his face, holding a boot filled with drink. The screen flashes "Tyler Hayes: Shoey for Cancer" in bold, eye-catching text.]
Narrator (Excited, energetic voice):
"Get ready, wrestling fans! Before the show even starts, Tyler Hayes is bringing the heat, and this time, it’s for a great cause!"
[Cut to Tyler standing in the parking lot, raising the boot in the air with a crowd in the background, cheering.]
Tyler Hayes (Smiling, confident):
"Oi, legends! I’m taking the shoey challenge to the next level—and this time, every shoey I drink means FIVE DOLLARS for cancer research! That's right, every boot I drink from will help in the fight against cancer!"
[Scene transitions to Tyler pouring a drink into the boot in the parking lot, fans eagerly watching, holding signs that say "Shoey for Cancer!" and "Drink for a Cure!"]
Narrator (Voice-over with intensity):
"Join Tyler Hayes before the big show for an event that’s ALL about giving back. In the parking lot, right before the action starts, Tyler will be doing shoey after shoey, raising money for cancer research—one drink at a time!"
[Cut to Tyler taking a big gulp from the boot, laughing as the crowd erupts in cheers.]
Tyler Hayes (laughing, full of energy):
"Let's make every shoey count! The more I drink, the more we raise for cancer research. It’s time to make an IMPACT and do something GOOD!"
[Text on screen: “Every Shoey = $5 Donation to Cancer Research”]
Narrator (Voice-over, upbeat and motivational):
"This is YOUR chance to make a real difference! Before the match even begins, join Tyler in the parking lot and help us raise money for the fight against cancer. Together, we can help bring hope and make a change!"
[Scene shows Tyler doing another shoey, smiling and high-fiving fans in the parking lot, with excitement building. The text on screen reads: “Join Tyler Hayes for Shoey for Cancer! ["April 19, 2025 - New York, NY - Parking Lot Action!”]
Narrator (Excited, rallying tone):
"Let’s make this a night to remember! Head to the parking lot before the show for Shoey for Cancer, where every shoey brings us closer to a cure!"
[Final scene: Tyler does a celebratory shoey with fans in the background, the event details flashing on the screen: Date, Time, Location (Parking Lot), and “All Proceeds to Cancer Research.”]
Narrator (Urgent, call-to-action):
"Don’t miss this chance to make a difference before the action starts! Get to the parking lot early and be part of the shoey revolution!"
End of Ad
[Background music fades out with the sounds of the crowd cheering, a final shot of "Shoey for Cancer" and the event details on screen.]
Colin: Shoey For Cancer is a great way to kick off Taxiderby Season. How much do you think Tyler will take in?
Kendra: With the help of the rest of the Aussie contingent, I feel like they could do some real damage.
Arvin: Liver damage.
Colin: Oh you're so negative.
Kendra: Speaking of negative, SM Heartbreaker is on his way out to speak about the six-pack for tonight.
Hardcore Boy: Wrestling has only one HeartBreaker
BOOOOOOOMANIA Is running wild already! The MAWL fans know! The people know! You know!
Enter SM HeartBreaker "No Good" By Prodigy begins to play but he did not need an introduction. The MAWL fans already and hate his guts.
But SM HeartBreaker makes his way to the ring, Aura Farming on the way down as he pays zero and I mean zero attention to the BOOOOTASTIC Crowd!
Armed with a microphone, SM HeartBreaker enters the ring and stands on top of the nearest corner turnbuckle, soaking in the BOOOOOTIFUL scene!
As he puts his lips to the microphone. SM HeartBreaker pauses and waits for his cue.
SM: BOOO HOO! BOOO HOO! Yeah I too would be crying if I had paid money to see tonight's main event! I honest to god could not pick a worst card to spend my wage on. I fully sympathises with you guys.
BOOOOOOMANIA is going nuclear as the MAWL crowd immediately know SM HeartBreaker is mocking them.
SM: But it is OK. Because you can all go home immediately after my match as I drag not one, not two, not three. Definitely not four but five actual locker room dwellers through the match of the night. No need to cry MAWL fans! I am here for the save!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMANIA!
SM: While it has been billed as a match for a title opportunity at the next big show. Let me warn you now. I won't be waiting for Taxiderby for MY Shot! My opportunities! I don't wait in line. What I do is something nobody on this roster has done. Pick up a microphone, speak the truth and have not a single person disagree with me. Because when I say I am going to do something, you bet I do it! But most importantly, I do it on my terms. My rules. On my time!
Dinah: You know, here I was thinking I was the dinosaur in this match, but this bluster and arrogant promo from someone who's inevitably going to fall on his face, this "I don't do YOUR rules because I rule" thing was the promos I watched with my mom when I was first getting into wrestling on my 5th birthday. I think I may actually have been watching you at Glory then? Or one of those older feds? I dunno. Your career has been kind of a blur to me, TBH.
Let me reality check ya, SM Heartbreaker. Your time? It has already passed. And if you think no one disagrees with you then senility must be coming at ya faster than a countdown clock in a rumble. Exhibit 1, you're crying about the main event and saying you're going to be the match of the night? My brother in ancients, that IS the Main Event.
So take your Metamucils and say your Prayers, baaaarother, because I may be the dinosaur but tonight, I'm dropping you off at the museum.
SM: This is what I have been talking about. This is what I have been coming out week after week after week after...
SM HeartBreaker keeps repeating himself but the MAWL Diehards won't allow it and drown out the noise.
SM: I have been saying it for weeks about clowns, freaks, jokes that have been plaguing this roster. Dinah...
SM HeartBreaker acknowledges Dinah Soar!
SM: I want you to ring home, call momma! Tell her you have finally had your moment! You have been face to face with someone you grew up seeing on TV. Because THIS is your career highlight!
SM HeartBreaker fake optimism immediately changes to a more sinister look.
SM: Because YOU are one of the jokes I have been talking about. You are one of the people that don't deserve to be in MAWL! You don't deserve to be in this match.
Its Halloween tonight boys because BOOOOOMANIA is absolutely going insane after SM HeartBreaker's hurtful and horrible comment to Dinah Soar.
SM: Unless you have a gimmick change and spend some time in dark matches putting in the work. You don't belong in MY MAWL. You are everything I am standing against. Punny name? There is another guy in this match that isn't even worth his name!
50 Cent joke by SM HeartBreaker falls flat.
SM: So don't even think for a moment you get the respect you think you deserve from me. Maybe a couple of other guys that walk out here tonight might but you and your stupid gimmicky name can go on top of that steaming pile of meow you all came from and stay away from MY MAWL!
Production Note: Nothing SM HeartBreaker says is supported by MAWL and our exclusively his thoughts and opinions, they do not reflect the believes and views of anyone else associated with MAWL.
Dinah: smirking I’m in this match for the same reason you are, my dude, we both came in 2nd in qualifying for Spring Sting and the GM took pity on us. You achieved just as much as I did and despite you having several more fights than I do, last I counted we have the same amount of titles.
A single voice in the crowd says “DAAAAMN”
Dinah: Right now, it ain’t your MAWL or my MAWL, it’s Balor Wolfe’s MAWL and we’re all climbing the same damn ladder to knock his wolf ass off the mountain. We’re all out here trying to be the video that killed the radio star.
Dinah: Now my momma will be happy to know that I beat your ass, because one of her favorite things to say to the TV was “Someone has to beat that boy til he learns his place”. The T Rex doesn’t seek respect, Heartbreaker Kid, I mean Shawn M Heartbreak, I mean SMHBK, whatever you get the point, the T Rex seeks meat. So let’s get this goin so I can give her your carcass as a trophy.
SM HeartBreaker sighs.
SM: Dinah, I want you to know. While to me, this moment. This moment right here that we are sharing. This is just a forgotten day in 2025 for me. To you, this is the biggest moment of your life because you have become the answer to a trivia question. An important piece of MAWL history. You have foolish fell upon exactly what I have been talking about all these weeks.
SM HeartBreaker sighs again.
SIGHMANIA IS RUNNING MILD!
SM: Do you think this is the first time I have come across Radio Silence? Do you think they have been a problem for me? The entire "big bad" of MAWL right now is nothing more than what I have been calling a joke, clowns and freaks for week after week after week after week...
BOOOOMANIA as the crowd certainly did not appreciate SM HeartBreaker repeating that joke again.
SM: The freak I have been talking about. The joke I keep referring to. The clowns I am never laughing at. It is Radio Silence. Granted, Alastar is clever, he waited for me to go over to DOC before making his moves. But Dinah, do you honestly think I can't beat Radio Silence single headedly?
SM HeartBreaker pauses for dramatic effect as he does his very best ozymandias impression.
SM: Because I already have. I defeated them last year.
Like everything SM HeartBreaker says, there is some truth in his words and some embellishments so it is up to you the viewer to decide what is fact!
SM: When I beat Radio Silence last year, They were at their prime, full of Omegas and Nightmares.
Cheeky little NWW and Shane Omega reference there by SM HeartBreaker.
SM: I beat them, left them divided and scattered across the entire world. Hell, when you speak Dinah, you are proving to everyone that you are just a child in this business because this will never be Balor Wolfe's MAWL. Balor Wolfe is just a meat puppet for Alastar. Is that meant to be a secret? If so, allow that to be proof that I have already destroyed this threat once and I am sure as hell able to dismantle this tribute act if I have to.
SM HeartBreaker isn't sighing at Dinah Soar anymore.
SIGHMANIA IS OVER!
SM: So Dinah, You come out here not knowing my history. Not knowing what I have done and still can do. You come out here mocking my name. Allow me to tell you once and anybody listening in the back. I am the most feared two letters in this business.
SM HeartBreaker holds two fingers in the air.
SM: Two letters and everybody who thinks they are anybody gets flashbacks and feel that chill down their spines. TWO Letters that are so taboo that can not be spoken in other promotions. TWOOOOOOOOO Letters that are the most recognised letters in this business. HeartBreaker isn't my surname. It is literally my job title. My name. No alternatives. No nicknames. No other variations. It is just two letters. Two letters that have destroyed promotions you have mentioned. Destroyed threats that you are currently fearing. Won championships that other people are dreaming about.
SM HeartBreaker directly references Sting Ray Steve! Good luck winning that Infinity Championship! Bring Spinny home.
SM: My name is SM.... and I have already forgotten what your name was.
The camera focuses on the entrance ramp for long moments as WildFire no shows.
The crowd looks a little confused as no one comes down the ramp.
Suddenly after what seems like eternity the camera focuses on the second row of seats.
WildFire is lounging comfortabley across two seat tossing popcorn into his mouth. He stands up puting down the popcorn, grabbing a mic and jumps the 1st row landing in front of the ring.
WildFire :"Wow you guys are boring. I mean SM, you blah, blah so much, I nearly fell asleep watching you. Entertaining you are not. I hear a lot of talk from you Old dude, but that's all. "
He jumps into the ring.
WildFire shakes his head and approaching SM ignoring everyone else.
WildFire :"You talk about all your accolades, you talk about how many you beat and you talk about your amazing history, and you ignore ALL your opponents in the upcoming Elimination Chamber, Including myself, WildFire."
"But (WildFire gets up in SMs Face) I ain't no has been wannabe, living off my rep old boy glory hound ."
"This ain't some podunk FED , this ain't last week, and all your past glories and FAKE accolades mean NOTHING!!"
"Nothing before me, WildFire, BETTER THAN THE BEST. 8 Stars out of 5, 12 out of 10, WildFire !!!"
" So Heartbreaker, Old Man, blah blah blah away, about your long dead past, ignore all your opponents in the Elimination Chamber, but either way, whether it's by any of our opponents who are all Good, but not good enough, or by myself, the only one who's getting their Heart Broken is You!"
SM: I am 31. What is with all the old jokes?
WildFire: " Holy Crap you're Old , looking pretty good good for someone who needs a pacemaker and a large box of Depends just to make it through their day. I hope I look as good as you when I am approaching that final reckoning, Bloody Hell how did you manage to get out here without your wheel chair? Kudos to you for still be active as the Grim Reaper stalks your Old Ass, but damn make way for someone who doesn't collect old age pension.
SM smirks and clocks WildFire, then they go brawling down the aisle. Dinah leaves afterwards.
Colin: Well, let's actually get some matches going.
HIGH FLYER MONO VS JP SPEARS VS JAMES D
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall!
The arena goes black and white (a la Timeless Toni Storm). After the initial synth ends and as the full instrumental kicks in, two firework upward-pointing arrows explode forming an M and High Flyer Mono runs out, playing to the fans, who are eating it up.
Ash: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 197 pounds, HIGH! FLYER! MOOOOOOONO!
Mono runs out down the rope and also clears the apron with a somersault, landing on his feet which brings the color back to the arena.
Ash: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 197 pounds, HIGH! FLYER! MOOOOOOONO!
Mono runs out down the rope and also clears the apron with a somersault, landing on his feet which brings the color back to the arena.
Kendra: And Mono is clearly pumped and ready to stand his ground...or I guess fly from his ground.
Hand Clapper starts playing and the crowd starts to clap along.
JP runs out as the tron starts to play his reel and he plays to the crowd, clapping to either side before starting a jog towards the ring.
Ash: From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds, J! P! SPEEEEARS!
Colin: Hoping to have a better shot being out here on his own with no Sarah Sharp, the crowd is behind him.
As his theme music plays over the PA system, James D holds back until the song kicks in and then makes his way out from behind the curtain.
Ash: And! From New York City, New York, weighing in at 190 pounds, the Most Interesting Man in the World, the Eurasian Champion, JAMES D!
The bell rings.
Colin: And James D not originally scheduled for this match, but I guess when you're the champ that doesn't matter too much, does it.
Arvin: Spears also wasn't originally scheduled for this match but filled in when the person who was supposed to be here didn't show.
Kendra: Well Spears doesn't look too thrilled to see him and blasts him right out of the ring with a standing dropkick. And Mono coming off the ropes and tope con hiro...NO! JAMES CATCHES HIM AND POWERSLAMS HIM ITNO THE STEPS! James D back on the apron and a Springboard Bulldog to JP Spears!
Arvin: This man is proving to all the haters and doubters that he's championship material. Spears back to his feet and he just tosses D back out of the ring, back around and HIT STICK TO MONO!
1!
2!
TH....NO!
Kendra: James D breaks it up with an elbow drop! D whips Mono across the ropes, D and JP share the back body drop! JP picks James D up...oh looks like he's going for the High Angle Spinebuster, MONO BACK TO HIS FEET AND A RUNNING SPINNING WHEEL KICK ON D, THE COMBINATION SENDS HIM BACK OUT AGAIN AND IT LOOKS LIKE JAMES D LANDED ON HIS SHOULDERBLADES!
Arvin: James D struggling to his feet and JP Spears with a springboard dropkick to knock him right back down! JP going for the Hit Stick and James D launches him over the barricade! Back to the apron....and a Springboard variant on the D Stroyer Knee to Mono!! Mono is down and James D goes for the pin-
1!
Colin: Mono gets his shoulder up! JP Spears going for the Springboard Splash back into the ring...JAMES D CATCHES HIM AND AN ELEVATED FRONT SLAM ONTO MONO! James D goes to pin them both but they both kick. Mono off the ropes now and he hits a Front Dropkick on Spears and WHOA SPRINGBOARDING OFF SPEARS AND A PHOENIX SPLASH ONTO AN UNSUSPECTING JAMES D!
Arvin: Alright, I have to give credit to Mono for that creative use of his opponents. Going for the pin on James D-
1!
Kendra: Champ reverses the pin into the Broken Dreams STF! I don't know how he finagled that but Mono is trapped!! Oh but Spears back up and breaks the hold. Mono rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, JP Spears trying to Irish Whip James D but James D ripcords him into a headlock and brings him down for the Broken Dreams now! AND JP REVERSES INTO A ROLL-UP PIN!
1!
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JP Spears wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner...J! P! SPEARS!
Colin: And the road to redemption for JP Spears begins here and now.
Kendra: And we move on from redemption to revenge as we get to our next match.
CHARLOTTE REALTA VS BOWEN BANECLAW VS TYLER HAYES
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall!
Red fireworks shoot out from the jumbotron as fireworks continue to cascade down the walkway, a final large red firework goes off and Charlotte appears within the smoke to a rain of boos.
Ash: First! From Outerspace, CHARLOTTE REALTA!
She cackles maniacally, enjoying the crowd's hatred as she enters the ring itself.
Colin: And Charlotte Realta revealed herself as playing Tyler and Bowen against each other. She jumped to her villain monologue VERY quickly.
Kendra: And now she's paying for it with having to enter first. Consequence was swift and just.
Arvin: What's the consequence of being first out?
Colin: You don't have the benefit of two people who are mad at each other already sharing a workspace and focusing on each other, maybe even beating each other down a bit before you even get involved.
Kendra: Colin I think she may actually have the converse problem...both of these men are now undoubtedly mad at her so she may suffer the pre-match pulverizing.
Colin: Either way it's about to get real uncomfortable in that ring.
Music hit as Bowen comes through the curtains, he stands just 2 steps in front of the curtains hands clasped at his waist head down.
He stands just 2 steps in front of the curtains hands clasped at his waist head down. Till the words kick in raises head makes way down to ringside with a slow methodical walk as Survival of The Fittest blasts.
Ash: And his opponent! From Queens, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, BOOOOWEN BAAAANECLAW!
Arvin: And this man's got truck with Tyler, ripping on him for being soft earlier. And no doubt he's got beef with Charlotte for manipulating him.
Kendra: He doesn't just have a chip on his shoulder, he has a whole damn bag of em.
Once at the ring Bowen climbs the steps makes his way to the center of the apron turns to face the crowd throws a hand in the air before entering the ring. Makes way to other side of the ring and again throws a hand in the air. Then removes hoodie and chain and puts it in his corner.
As "The Pretenders" blare through the stadium, the crowd erupts in excitement. The lights above flash green and gold, creating a vibrant spectacle. The crowd loses their minds.
Colin: He's heeeeere.
Arvin: I thought I smelled alcohol.
Kendra: Surprised you can smell anything other than Axe. Colin I may ask you to switch seats with me if it gets worse.
Arvin: Give in to the Dark Temptation, girl.
Colin: Yeah, let's switch.
Ash: And finally! From Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 220 pounds, TYYYYLER! HAYYYYYES!
Despite his personal loss, he doesn't break stride for the fans. He makes his way down through the crowd making sure to shake hands with anyone who wants it. He signs an autograph for a fan at the front of the barrier, jumps over the barricade and does a lap of the ring smacking the crowds hands as he comes around, he shakes hands with the commentators, slides into the ring and shakes hands with the ref. The slight differences are the speed in which he's moving, which is more deliberate, and his intermittent steel gaze at the ring.
Kendra: Those two are about to learn what happens when you agitate a kangaroo.
Arvin: What are you talking about? He's still doing his "I love everyone" routine.
Colin: The difference is subtle, but Tyler Hayes has much more of a fight in his step.
The bell rings.
Colin: Tyler and Bowen just staring each other down...the heat between the two could poach an egg.
Arvin: And Charlotte, the Puppetmaster, admiring her work and Bowen taking a run, leg lariat to CHARLOTTE!
Colin: Like I said, Charlotte revealed her plan too early. Her deviousness was overruled by her excitement and hunger for chaos. Tyler and Bowen working together and DOUBLE CHOKESLAM TO CHARLOTTE OUT OF THE RING!
Kendra: Tyler and Bowen back to staring each other down and Bowen with a hook punch to Tyler across the face. Tyler's smile doesn't fade and he throws a haymaker of his own to the side of Bowen's head. These two men throwing punches back and forth and this is what Charlotte wanted to have happen. She goes under the seat for a chair and sits down with a bottle of soda.
Colin: The soda opened perhaps a little too loud, the boys in the ring stop what they're doing, Bowen throws Tyler at Charlotte! He just misses her but oh she's spilled her soda on her wrestling gear. How sad for you.
Arvin: She just wanted a refreshment, Colin, no need to be rude.
Kendra: That spurred her to action! She grabs her chair, up to the apron, springboard chair shot to Bowen! And Bowen can have a Maximum Starburst DDT while she's at it! Going for the cover now-no, Tyler pulls her off from outside.
Arvin: Charlotte whips the chair right at Tyler's head! That's what you get for stopping progress.
Kendra: Tyler with a thumbs up, saying "Thanks for the chair, mate" and rolls back in the ring...Chair Shot to the legs of Charlotte! Bowen is up and Chair shot to the legs of Bowen too!
Arvin: Charlotte back to her feet, Tyler going for the legs again, Charlotte jumps up on the chair and DDT to Tyler! Head connects with steel in glorious symphony! And the Supernova's Capitulation to Bowen!! Bowen reaching for the ropes and Charlotte locks it tighter!
Colin: Tyler Hayes getting to his feet and-
Kendra: CASSANDRA CASH BRAINS TYLER HAYES WITH HER BRIEFCASE! THERE'S NO RESCUE FOR BOWEN AND HE TAPS!
Charlotte Realta wins by Submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, CHARLOTTE REALTA!
Arvin: These puny earthlings are no match for a space Empress.
Kendra: Tyler Hayes's head is no match for a filled briefcase. Let's head backstage where Cristel Bassano is with our top champion, Balor Wolfe. Cristel?
[Scene opens backstage with Cristel Bassano standing in front of the MAWL backdrop, microphone in hand.]
Cristel Bassano: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… your new MAWL Mania Champion… Balor Wolfe!
[Balor Wolfe walks into frame, the MAWL Mania Championship draped over his shoulder. His suit, once pristine, is now soaked in champagne from the earlier celebration. His platinum blonde hair is damp and clings to his face slightly, and he smirks as he adjusts the title.]
Cristel Bassano: Balor, first of all, congratulations on your victory. You are the new MAWL Mania Champion. How does it feel?
Balor Wolfe: (chuckles, running a hand through his damp hair) Well, Cristel, I’ll be honest with you—I feel… sticky. And not in the ‘gritty, fight-for-your-life in a Hell in a Cell’ kind of way. More in the ‘drowned in champagne like a walking bottle of bubbly’ kind of way.
[Cristel chuckles, nodding.]
Balor Wolfe: But in all seriousness, this… this means everything. I’ve fought through hell, literally, to get here. I’ve been bruised, battered, doubted, and knocked down more times than I can count. And every single time, I got back up. Not for the glory, not for the recognition, but because I love this. Because this is what I was meant to do. And now, standing here, holding this—(taps the championship on his shoulder)—it’s proof that the hard work, the sacrifice, the pain… it was all worth it.
Cristel Bassano: Speaking of sacrifice, let’s talk about Hell in a Cell. A lot of people saw what happened—the lightning bolt, the moment that changed everything in that match. Can you tell us what happened to you in that moment? Where did that strength come from?
[Balor tilts his head slightly, smirking as if amused by the question. He exhales, shifting the championship slightly on his shoulder.]
Balor Wolfe: (grinning) Now, Cristel, some things are best left a mystery, don’t you think? Was it divine intervention? A sign from the gods? A trick of the lights? Who’s to say? (shrugs) All that matters is that I stood up, I fought, and I won.
[Cristel raises an eyebrow, realizing she’s not getting a straight answer, and smoothly moves on.]
Cristel Bassano: Fair enough. Now, looking ahead, MAWL management has announced a Six-Pack Challenge to determine your first challenger. Any thoughts on who you’d like to face?
Balor Wolfe: (smirks) It doesn’t matter who wins it. I’ll take on anyone and everyone to keep what I fought hardest for. I know the hard work starts now. Winning this title wasn’t the end of the journey—it was just the beginning. And I’ve never been one to shy away from hard work. So, whoever comes out on top, you better be ready to work even harder to take this from me.
[Balor flashes a confident smile, adjusts the title on his shoulder, and walks off, leaving Cristel watching him go.]
Cristel Bassano: Well, there you have it. Balor Wolfe, your MAWL Mania Champion, making it clear he’s ready for whatever comes next. Back to you.
[Scene fades out.]
Arvin: She hates to see them go but she loves to watch them leave.
Kendra: Balor Wolfe, Moon...girl likes hair that glistens in the lights. Gettin a taste of that vanilla frosting!
Cristel: (OC) I can still hear you!
Kendra: Girl, I'm not shading you, you got good taste.
Colin: Right? Who doesn't like to climb a mountain with a snowcap on it?
Kendra: OKAY Colin, I see you.
Arvin: I didn't know you swung that way.
Colin: In the purpose of brevity, I will direct you to the amazing David Rose Wine Preference monologue.
Kendra: And Balor is a fine, fine wine.
Colin: Facts.
Arvin: Keep it in your pants you three.
Cristel (OC): I am not a part of this!
Kendra: Anyway, onto our next match, a collision that's been a few weeks in the making, as Superstar Davy Boy takes on Mal Sangre.
SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY VS MAL SANGRE
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Cypress Hill "Rock Superstar" plays as Superstar Davy Boy adjusts his sunglasses Miz-style into the camera.
Ash: First! From Losa Angeles, California, weighing in at 235 pounds, one half of the MAWL Tag Team Champions, SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY!
Davy Boy struts out holding the title up high, his cocky walk with the flow of Flair and the brutality of Austin.
Colin: Superstar Davy Boy, Silva's latest signing, already paying dividends for La Sangre Maldita in the form of tag team gold, providing some respite to the otherwise constant sinking they have been in as of late.
Kendra: Of course, not everyone is happy about this change of fortune.
When Mal Sangre enters the arena, the atmosphere shifts. A blood-red mist spills from the stage as the lights dim, and ominous drumming reverberates through the air. His fiery eyes glow through the haze as he emerges.
Ash: And his opponent! From the Ancient Bloodline of Forgotten Kings, weighing in at 235 pounds, the Vessel of Wrath, MAL SANGRE!
He continues walking with a measured, menacing stride. The mist seems to follow him as he approaches the ring, his imposing frame silhouetted against the flickering crimson lights. He climbs into the ring and slowly raises his hands, summoning the mist to engulf himself before the match begins.
The bell rings.
Arvin: Mal Sangre is a lot like Ultron.
Kendra: That's pretty high praise as evil energy goes.
Arvin: But not the comics Ultron. The movie Ultron, who was supposed to be this world destroyer and ended up a whiny little bitch.
Colin: I will give you 200 dollars to say that to his face.
Kendra: His face is a little busy eating some Muay Thai kicks from Davy Boy. Davy Boy is the epitome of the concept "It's only ego if you can't back it up." He goes for a back kick and Sangre grabs his leg, Trap Suplex! Picks him up again, wants to prove his dominance and we're goin' for a spinnnnnn....CRIMSON CRUSH! The cover-
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Mal Sangre wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, the Vessel of Wrath, MAL SAAAAANGRE!
Colin: Mal Sangre still seem like Movie Ultron to you, Arvin?
Arvin: I don't know what you're talking about Colin.
Kendra: Sangre clearly not finished and scoops Davy Boy up...BLOODLINE'S WRATH! SCOOPS HIM UP AGAIN AND A SECOND! ONE MORE SCOOP...
HE POWERBOMB TOSSES HIM THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCERS TABLE!
Colin: Mal Sangre holds the belt over Superstar Davy Boy! Message sent! Sangre doesn't-
The lights go out with a Thunderous Strike. When they come back on, Tragedeigh, Sombras, and Ralph Silva are on the stage. Tragedeigh and Silva look pissed. It's hard to tell how Sombras looks.
Arvin: The usually verbose El Orador doesn't even have his microphone!
Kendra: I know it's a cliche in this business but the time for talking is over.
Colin: And Silva is motioning Mal Sangre to come here and hand him his belt back.
Kendra: Sangre feels that by all rights it should be him standing shoulder to shoulder with Sombras.
Arvin: Well maybe Sangre should have won when it mattered.
Colin: He's coming up the ramp, his parade officially called off due to rain.
Kendra: Oh, this could be a jumping. Sangre better watch his back.
Arvin: Sangre fears no one. He's up to the stage and Silva demanding he hand the belt over...Sangre holds the belt in his face! IS THIS A CHALLENGE!
Kendra: Neither Silva nor Sangre blinking or giving an inch. This is a level of testing we hadn't yet seen in this group.
Colin: Sangre looks over to Sombras for backup...oh, that's gotta hurt, Sombras just looks down and to the side.
Arvin: Sangre sighs and lowers his arm, he appears to be relen-
The lights cut out again!
Colin: Will you stop doing that??
A faint red glow is seen, and then the lights go on. Sombras, Tragedeigh, and Silva are all laid out. Mal Sangre looks around him and realizes that not only is he still standing, he still has a belt in his hand. He then looks up to see a towering figure holding the other belt.
Arvin: It looks like we've got someone calling their shot!
Colin: I don't think Mal Sangre realizes what's happened here. Or if he does he's not registering it.
Kendra: It looks like what's happened is Mal Sangre is being offered a new friendship with someone who understands him. But does he want to be friends with...
Cristel walks into the locker room.
Cristel: Sarah, Sarah can I grab a...oh you've dressed up a bit.
Sarah: (slightly condescending) Good on you for noticing! Your keen observation skills really make you a solid fixture back here. Yes, I've been reading a rather Interesting book since my travesty of a loss at Spring Sting and it's been very eye-opening. You see, Cristel Bassano, James D has more insight than any other wrestling personality out there and it's really opened my eyes to the need to, as James says, outglow and outgrow. That was what I needed to demonstrate to Devon Deadweight earlier today, and that's why I'm ditching that peaked in high school loser JP Spears to offer my services as tag partner and valet to James D.
Cristel: Sounds like you're just chasing gold, Sarah, if I may be so bold.
Sarah: You see, Cristel, because you asked, no, you may not be so bold. Had you not asked, had you said with conviction, I may have decked you, but I'd also respect you. I align myself with winners, Cristel. You absorb the energy of the people you choose for your circle, and I was never going to leave the pep rally if I didn't put down that red solo cup and really do my full studies. In moving myself from JP Spears to James D, I am moving up on the MAWL Ladder, away from people who can't maintain a spot on the mountain and onto more interesting peaks, in my quest to become the Most Striking Woman in Existence™️.
Cristel: JP won tonight. If you're referring to JP Spears dropping the title, I'll take this time to remind you that you also dropped the title.
Sarah: (haughty and slightly impatient) Yes, Cristel, because I surrounded myself in a loser environment I absorbed loser energy. My God, you are dense. Let me attempt an easier explanation. Let's say you're...you.
Cristel: (flatly) I'll try to imagine.
Sarah: If I surround myself, align myself, with...you...then I will never grow past...you. It's all in the book, dear. Read it, absorb it, then perhaps we shall discuss at a more intellectually stimulating level. Til then, toodles.
Sarah begins to flounce off.
Cristel: You know that James D hasn't actually agreed to any of this, you're assuming he'll be okay with it.
Sarah: Well if he's not, I can try SM Heartbreaker. And if he's not...well, I've been holding off Zora Luthor's invitation, it's kind of a plan C, but I suppose there's some growth for me there. Now, you're wasting my time and energy.
Sarah flounces off.
Colin: Sarah Sharp must not have been in class the day they discussed Delusions of Grandeur. The way she assumes that James D will take an interest.
Arvin: Why wouldn't he? She's the most striking woman in existence!
Colin: Already buying into that? She just said it.
Arvin: I guess I'm just a quicker learner than you.
Kendra: So we're receiving word that the attack earlier that ended one of our competitors' careers if not just them in general was perpetrated by individuals associated with Tino Sabatelli. With that in mind, Tino has been called back to the arena and made to compete in this Survivor Series Tag.
Arvin: Seems a light punishment for straight up ending someone.
Colin: I guess they wanted to handle this in house. We'll let you know as we keep our finger on the pulse. Arvin isn't wrong though.
SURVIVOR SERIES
LA FAMILY VS TEAM SUPERSTARZ
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a Survivor Series Elimination Tag Match!
A red carpet rolls out to the stage. Out first are Mark Anderson and WInston Lewis, who post for camera shots.
Behind them is Tamara Rivers, head held high and fancy sunglasses on as Magnus flanks her as if to be security detail.
Ash: First! The team of MAWLIWOOD BLONDES, Magnus, and Tamara Rivers, TEAM SUPERSTARZ!
A black car pulls up to the front of the stage. The driver opens the door, and out come in time, Tino Sabatelli, Soldat, Dino H. Boro, and Gina Thieso.
Ash: And their opponents! Tino Sabatelli, Soldat, Dino H. Boro, and Gina Thieso, LA FAMILY!
The bell rings.
Colin: We've got Tamara starting with Gina Thieso, she was an indie star who heard the call of The Papa, a call to break corruption, and she's starting with a woman who can be seen as a poster woman for corruption. A huge boot to Tamara. Throws Tamara off the ropes again and going for another boot, NO Tamara catches her into a Spinebuster. She goes to pick her up and Thieso with a possum headscissors driver! Going for a pin-
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Tamara Rivers is eliminated by Gina Thieso!
Kendra: I have to say that since she joined Zora Luthor, she's lost a lot of the fight in her.
Magnus enters the match.
Colin: We're actually going to see Magnus fight now. And Thieso greets him with a series of rights. Twirls him around like a dance partner into a lariat! Huge arm drag by Thieso! She comes off the ropes, knee drop. Tag in to Soldat and off the ropes, double DDT. Throws Magnus back into the corner and tags Thieso in, double snap suplex!
Kendra: Soldat now working the arm with a series of stomps. Magnus is the guy they hired for security? Cause he's getting absolutely mollywhopped. Off the ropes, jumping cross body and MAGNUS CATCHES HER INTO A BEAR HUG.
Arvin: If Thieso should have learned anything from fighting, it only takes one move AND SLAM! Crushing Grip! Going for the pin, Tino pulls her to safety.
Kendra: They make good on their family code. I notice that no one came to Tamara's aid. Magnus with a punch to the Skull of Thieso, scoops her up and Running Powerslam! Going for a pin and Gina Thieso kicks. Gina off the ropes and a Superman Punch! Off the other side and coming back with another Superman Punch! Off the ropes and an Elbow Drop! Hit and Run!!
Colin: And she tags in big Papa! Papa with a running clothesline to flip Magnus over! Papa off the ropes and huge legdrop!
Arvin: Magnus finally tags out and here comes Anderson, and Cutaway Clothesline to Tino! Anderson grabs Tino, locks him up, tying up that arm and hammer to the shoulder! Anderson tags Magnus back in, that seems like a bad idea, Magnus hits a Belly to Belly to Tino. Tino back to his feet quick...throws Magnus off the ropes and Deep Six!!
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Magnus is eliminated by Tino Sabatelli!
Kendra: It's down to the Number 1 Tag Contenders versus the entirety of La Family.
Winston Lewis enters the match.
Colin: Quick jab by Winston on his way in. Sabatelli responds with a back elbow. Lewis back off the ropes and coming with a charging clothesline, Sabatelli ducks and A Cutter!!
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Arvin: Winston Lewis kicks, and tag to Anderson, Anderson with a solid punch to Tino.
Kendra: Tino would benefit from a tag. Tino going for a tag...RIPCORD ROLLING ELBOW BY ANDERSON! SNAP DDT! Tino gets VIP Treatment!!! Going for the pin but Soldat saves Tino. Tag back into Lewis, setting Tino up with a Powerbomb, Lewis off the top and a diving knee! Lights! Camera!! Action!!!
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The Papa Tino Sabatelli is eliminated by High Risk Winston Lewis!
Arvin: MAWLIWOOD Blondes showing why they're the #1 contenders, just no nervousness in going against 4 people.
Gina Thieso enters the match.
Colin: Soldat and Dino yet to get into this match. Thieso looking to change that, throws Lewis into her corner and a tag to Soldat...Gina puts Lewis on the top rope, up on Soldat's shoulder, Gina hooks Lewis up and TOWER OF DOOM FISHERMAN! LEWIS IS SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES! Soldat with the cover-Anderson with the save!
Kendra: Soldat hits a Uranage on Lewis! Pulling him up and Ripcord Chokeslam!! You can't avoid the Draft! Going for the pin but Anderson saves him again. Now that I think about it, Anderson hasn't taken a punch either, has he?
Arvin: He hasn't, and neither has Dino H. Boro. I feel it'll come down to those two. But, Papa the only one eliminated for La Family. Soldat sends Lewis across the ropes, Lewis ducks, comes around, and Springboard Cutter! Meet the Stunt Double!
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Soldat is eliminated by High Risk Winston Lewis!
Colin: The Blondes have evened the score, and here comes Dino H. Boro!
Dino H. Boro enters the match.
Kendra: Lewis meets Boro with a single leg dropkick! Off the ropes, tilt-a-whirl headscissors to Boro. Lewis off the top ropes and Golden Hour Dropkick!!
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Colin: Boro kicks out, but a Cartwheel and Risk Taker by Lewis!! Anderson off the apron, talking to Gina Thieso, the woman who'd come here on the mission of anti-corruption. What's going on here?
Arvin: What's going on is that Gina Thieso sees the writing on the wall. La Family had this one won and it's slowly slipping away, but jumping ship is always possible.
Kendra: No, it looks like she's begging him off and reaching for the tag...
Colin: Boro gets the tag! Gina's in and SHE TOSSES DINO OUT OF THE RING! What...she's laying down for the pin!
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Gina Thieso is eliminated by Winston Lewis!
Arvin: I told you!
Kendra: Gina to the outside...Russian Roulette to Dino! She tosses Dino back in, Mark tosses her a satchel of money and rolls into the ring!!
Arvin: And the woman who has come in campaigning on anti-corruption has been corrupted. You love to see it.
Kendra: Mark with the sit-out spinebuster to Dino! Winston to the top and TOP ROPE LEG DROP! It truly is the Final Take!
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Dino H. Boro is last eliminated by High Risk Winston Lewis, making Team SuperStarz your winners!
Ash: Here are your winners - High Risk Winston Lewis, Red Carpet Mark Anderson, Manx Minx Tamara Rivers, and Magnus, TEAM SUPERSTARZ!
The crowd boos. Gina Thieso takes a microphone and the crowd boos even louder. She leans in to Dino H. Boro.
Gina: I want you to know that I wasn't a mole. I didn't come here under false pretenses to infiltrate this mob. I really did believe in anti-corruption when this match started. But the ship was sinking and I was given a life raft off. Anyone would have done the same, even precious little Tino Sabatelli. We were going to be led by someone who was the first eliminated?
The crowd boos even more intensely. Not quite BooMania levels yet. Maybe Boolimination Chamber. Boomerslam. Gina plants a kiss on Dino's forehead and chuckles.
Gina: And if I'm being honest? The money was just too good. And now to go penthouse and wardrobe shopping, Mama's earned herself an upgrade.
Gina lifts her head up and puts her fedora on Dino's fallen face, then walks out of the arena.
Colin: What a blow CN Starz's lackeys have just given to Tino and his crew. It'll be interesting to see how they respond in the coming weeks. Up next, we have a huge submission battle between two ring magicians. Here's what one of them had to say about it:
The following is a paid advertisment brought to you by the Currency Cartel.
Fluorescent work lights illuminate the ring crew, a swarm of figures methodically assembling the stage for tomorrow night's MAWL show. The roar of distant machinery echoes, a mechanical symphony of construction.The Currency Cartel occupy a prime section of the stands, their presence a stark contrast to the blue-collar bustle below.
Keyser Söze reclines in a plush, makeshift throne fashioned from stacked folding chairs, a half-empty bottle of craft beer clutched in his hand. The dim light of the arena catches the glint of his gold cufflinks and the expensive sheen of his tailored blazer. His eyes, sharp and calculating, survey the scene with an air of detached amusement. A plume of rich, aromatic smoke curls from the Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth.
Wardy Chin sits beside Keyser, his attention fixated on his "BOYS". He runs a silk cloth lovingly over their faces, whispering sweet nothings in their ear, in a low, almost reverent tone. His eyes, usually sharp and predatory, are softened by a strange, almost unsettling tenderness.
SlowMo Tapout lounges, legs draped casually over the seat in front. Her headphones rest on her temples. She pulls out a matte black vape, its LED tip glowing crimson as she inhales, a cloud of vapor swirling around her head like a dark halo.
Kaylee descends the stairs, her footsteps echoing in the vast space. Her nervous energy is palpable, a stark contrast to the Cartel's relaxed demeanor. She clutches a thick folder, its contents labeled "El Cerrador - Scouting Report," her knuckles white.
Kaylee: G-Guys, I have info on El Cerrador. I suggest we d-do a little research on him before Mo's match t-tomorrow night. It seems he has a background in Lucha Libre.
Wardy Chin:El Cerrador? What kind of ridiculous name is that? Sounds like something a dusty old matador would use.
SlowMo: It's Spanish. Basically means, 'The Closer.' Someone who finishes things... decisively.
Wardy's eyes widen slightly.
Wardy: Wait, you speak Spanish!?
SlowMo: El siguiente mensaje es un anuncio pagado del Cártel Monetario. A Wardy Chin le gustan los hombres.
She places a finger to her lips, and winks.Keyser snatches the folder from Kaylee, his eyes scanning the contents.
Keyser Söze: A scouting report? How quaint. This is a submission match, Kaylee. Mo is a submission artist. El Cerrador is a lamb to the slaughter. Mo, here's the plan: soften him up with a few strikes, then lock him in the Fangs of Jeleva. It's over.
SlowMo: Bet.
Wardy: Hey... is that camera guy filming us?
Wardy points towards a distant camera operator.
Keyser Söze: Kaylee, you know what to do.
Kaylee: R-right!
Kaylee pulls a gleaming, bone saw from a hidden sheath, its teeth glinting in the light. A primal scream erupts from her throat as she charges towards the camera operator.
Wardy: Poor bastard...
SlowMo Tapout: Después de esto, quiero al único hombre que dice poder plantarle cara a los intrusos. Él y yo tenemos una historia, y es hora de romperle el Corazón una vez más.
Keyser takes a drag from his cigar
Keyser Söze: I have no idea what you just said, but it sounds... promising. Let's get out of this dust trap. We'll have this promotion eating out of our hands in no time. KAYLEE! Let's go get some food. I'm craving a steak, and something strong to drink.
Kaylee is now changing the angles of the camera by moving the camera man around.
Kaylee: O-oh, its time to shine. I'll make us some b-burgers, with a side of... vengeance.
Keyser yells at Kaylee again.
Keyser Soze: Lets go Kaylee! I'm sure MAWL needs their camera man to air the show tomorrow. You've had your fun, we're leaving.
Kaylee: J-Just when it was getting fun too. Welp, s-see ya m-mister c-c-camera man. I'll play with you again tomorrow.
Kaylee runs off like a child to catch up with the Currency Cartel as they leave the arena.
Colin: Always weird when the Krazy ones are the most sane. El Cerrador is no laughing matter.
Kendra: She may well learn the hard way.
Arvin: Or she will absolutely decimate El Cerrador, which I think is the likelier scenario.
SUBMISSION MATCH
EL CERRADOR VS SLOWMO TAPOUT
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a submission match!
The arena buzzes with anticipation. Just moments before the highly anticipated Submission Match between El Cerrador and SlowMo Tapout, a backstage camera flickers to life. The feed is raw, a little grainy—perhaps not meant for broadcast. It catches the unmistakable silhouette of Aztec, leaning close to El Cerrador in a quiet corner of the tunnel just beyond the entrance curtain.
Their body language is tense but focused.
Aztec, half-crouched beside the sitting Cerrador, whispers with clinical intensity. His fingers trace shapes in the air—likely holds, transitions, counters. Cerrador listens intently, nodding, tightening his wrist tape. Aztec’s hand rests on his shoulder, not as a gesture of support—but as a surgical guide.
Suddenly—Aztec’s eyes dart up.
He sees the red light of the camera.
His demeanor changes instantly.
In one sharp motion, Aztec rises.
The camera lurches—shoved hard to the side by a gloved hand.
A brief glimpse of the shadows as Aztec disappears—robe fluttering behind him like smoke into the darkness.
The feed cuts back to ringside, where the commentary team scrambles to address the moment.
KENDRA:
"Was that… Aztec? Whispering strategy to El Cerrador?"
COLIN MCRAE:
"If it was, we weren’t supposed to see it. That’s for damn sure."
KENDRA:
"Aztec’s no fan of the Currency Cartel—or SlowMo for that matter. But if he’s feeding submission tech to Cerrador, we might be in for a masterclass… or a massacre."
COLIN:
"And if you’re SlowMo… you might wanna triple-check that ankle."
Cut to black.
The match is moments away. And the ghosts are already whispering.
The arena is bathed in warm golden and red lights, colors that symbolize strength, passion, and Mexican pride. As the song builds, flickers of green, white, and red (the colors of the Mexican flag) pulse across the arena, giving the entrance a nationalistic touch while highlighting his connection to his roots. Smoke & Fog: As the music picks up, a thick fog fills the entrance ramp. Through the haze, El Cerrador emerges.
His silhouette is now visible—tall, powerful, and purposeful.
Ash: First! From Tepito, Mexico City, weighing 245 pounds, EL CERRRRRRADOR!
The air in the arena grows cold as the logo of the military arm of the Currency Cartel's Contra Unit flashes on the screen. The Contra Unit's leader, SlowMo Tapout enters the arena with the rest of the Currency Cartel. First person, blasting through the curtains, is Wardy Chin and his Boys:
Wardy Chin: BOYS!... Let's go break some hearts!
Behind Wardy walks Keyser Söze, wearing a black suit rumoured to cost more than a family sedan. He cautiously lights a cigar and lets out a plume of smoke as he walks towards the ring.
The last one out is SlowMo Tapout, in full combat gear. She has a mischievous, yet sadistic look on her face as she uses both arms to proudly hold up the Currency Cartel above her head.
The fans chant SlowMo's name and reach out to simply touch her as she walks around the ring. SlowMo enters the ring and drapes the Cartel's flag over the top rope as the ring announcer introduces her.
Ash: Representing the Currency Cartel. Standing at five feet four inches, she is the Suplex Demon. She is the Queen of Queen's Street West. Hailing from Van Nuys, Toronto, Canada. She is SlowMo, Tapoooooout!
SlowMo backs up into the her corner and crouches down as Keyser whispers the game plan of the match into her ear. SlowMo nods and giggles maniacally while looking across the ring and nodding at Keyer's every word.
The bell rings.
Colin: Cerrador tangling up with SlowMo, headlock and armbar! SlowMo to the ropes, springboarding behind Cerrador and gets in a half nelson! SlowMo pulls him back, back, he's trying to get to the ropes, she throws him around to the side, into a Camel Clutch! Cerrador can't get out of it, and he taps!
Kendra: Whatever advice Aztec tried to give El Cerrador, he sure wasn't able to use it.
Arvin: The entrances took longer than the match. SlowMo defeats El Cerrador!
SlowMo Tapout wins by Submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, Slow-
An animated capybara comes on the screen and in a deep jovial voice:
Animated Capybara: HI CURRENCY CARTEL! AS QUICK AS THAT TAPOUT WAS, THEY SHOULD CALL YOU FASTMAST! HYUK!
Currency Cartel looks annoyed or at the least not amused.
Animated Capybara: SURE DOES SEEM LIKE YOU HAVE TIME FOR ANOTHER SUBMISSION MATCH!
Colin: WHAT?
Arvin: Currency weren't prepared for this!
Kendra: We're not...are we? Really?
SLOWMO TAPOUT VS CAPYBARA
Ding ding ding!
Kendra: SlowMo not impressed, immediately locks in the Fangs of Jeleva Delain!! And this seems like an easy, quick-
Colin: Capybara makes it to the ropes! SlowMo lets go and Cap stays at the ropes, up to the Middle and Springboard Clothesline! He calls that the Thai Fighter! Gets her up and pulls the arm back, Arm Trapped Dragon Sleeper!
Kendra: Nightcap! And Capybara is bringing her down, down, and SlowMo whips him off the ropes and catches him back for an armdrag. He runs back for a running knee! Slow takes a bump but bounces back and slingshots Cap! He bounces from the slingshot, back somersault and a bulldog to Slow!
Arvin: Cap off the ropes and a headbutt. Coming off from the other side and SlowMo with the Monkey Flip but Oh he somersaults that back into an elbow drop! He takes a moment to bounce around and oh that's gonna cost him, drop toe hold into an ankle lock! He gets to the rope quickly.
Colin: SlowMo locks in the sleephold but Capybara turns it into a jawbreaker! She just can't get something to stick.
Kendra: I'm not sure how she was able to dispatch so quickly of a storied submission wrestler and can't put this goon to bed.
Colin: Make no mistake, this fighter from Bang Phra may seem silly but he's a master technician. Standing backflip into a knee drop on SlowMo, and following with a fist drop. Celebrating again and SlowMo with a German Suplex driving Capybara to the center of the ring!! She's going for it...THE FANGS ARE BACK OUT! And Capybara is too far from shore in any direction to fight it off and that's gonna do it.
SlowMo Tapout wins by Submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, SlowMo Tapout!!
Arvin: The Currency Cartel not wasting any time celebrating, they're getting out of Dodge before someone else can throw an unexpected challenge at them. This did not go El Cerrador's way, and it did not go Capybara's, and SlowMo will be notching two wins tonight.
Colin: You have to admire the ring intelligence of both SlowMo and Capybara though.
Kendra: SlowMo had the wherewithal to pull both of her competitors away from the ropes before locking in those final moves. And yeah, I have to give it to the rodent too, that midair reversal of the Monkey Flip is something he made seem so obvious in retrospect like "oh yeah you can completely do that" but in the moment that requires such a mental quickness and adaptability.
Colin: We are three quarters through our day now and it's been such a crazy event. Up next, a rivalry gets put to bed as Gozu and Moon try to bury each other.
BURIED ALIVE MATCH
GOZU VS MOON
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a Buried Alive Match! The only way to achieve victory will be to incapacitate your opponent and bury them in the open grave at the top of the ramp!
Ash: "Introducing first, from Pune, India. Weighing in at 200 lbs and standing at 6' tall. Moon!"
A colorful lightshow dances across the entrance gate. A generic wrestling video plays on the titan-tron, as Moon makes his way to the ring. Moon walks slowly through the main gate. He then poses on top of the turnbuckle before he heads to the center of the ring.
Moon's tall frame and broad shoulders cast an imposing figure. He's dressed in his Royal Moon Prince attire. The lights illuminate the golden trimming on his outfit. A fierce energy seems to emanate from him. His hair is white; and his dark eyes, alight with excitement, have fire in them.
As Moon enters the ring he removes his royal attire and the crowd in the arena witness his impressive physique. Moon is quite handsome. His toned and tight body make a great first impression. His six pack abs and bulging biceps look very impressive.
Ash: "And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 320 lbs and standing at 6'5" tall. Gozu!"
The lights in the arena go black as the sound of wind whipping through can be faintly heard. Abruptly, a guitar chord kicks in from the opening of Archenemy - Handshake with Hell as dim red light fills every corner of the arena. Thick fog billows out from the entryway as the music swells, fire erupting at the edges of the stage. Gozu strides out through the fog, his figure silhouetted by lighting from behind him.
Gozu takes his time stalking toward the ring one pace at a time, and upon reaching the ring, he walks up the steps and up onto the apron. Fog seeping out from under the ring as he reaches it. Gozu pushes down the top rope and steps over it to enter and takes a few measured paces before sprinting to the far ring corner.
Gozu grabs the turnbuckle as the music reaches a fever pitch and slams his head down into the turnbuckle cover several times. Each impact sending a pillar of pyro firing out of the ring posts. Gozu turns and drops into a crouching position in the same corner as the music fades out and the venue lights come back up.
Ash hastily vacates the ring and then the ringside area entirely as Gozu and Moon stare each other down from across the ring, tension in the air thick enough that a machete might not be enough to cut it. The arena falls into silence as several long seconds pass, before the bell rings, signaling the start of the match.
Kendra: Gozu just immediately bum rushing Moon, like he's been fired from a cannon...WHOA MOON MOVES AND GOZU CRASHES INTO THE CORNER! Attempting to capitalize with a strike but is pushed to duck the massive arm of Gozu, wide into an attempted lariat.
Colin: Moon's clearly been learning Gozu doing their fights together. Going for a clubbing double axe-handle to the back of the big man, might as well have had a fly land on him the way he reacted! Spinning around with another wild lariat- Moon recognizes he's not going to avoid it twice but goes with the impact to at least cushion the blow.
Kendra: Ring intelligence isn't always avoiding every blow, but knowing what to do when you can't. And Moon is incredibly intelligent, as he falls back he gets a solid kick to the upper thigh, that looks like it caught him.
Colin: Such precision. Such strength. Such body control. Moon gets himself back to the ropes and another stinging kick!
Arvin: That kick seems great and all until you realize you're leaving an open shot to some vital organs, Gozu going for the elbow drop-no! Moon pushes himself away and Gozu hits the ground.
Kendra: Moon also down but only for a moment, Gozu back up and wildly swinging, Moon barely evades! Another swing, that's ducked by Moon too! Did Gozu leave his contacts in his other mask?
Colin: Moon ends up on the side of Gozu and laying several more strikes to the upper thigh of the Big Man. Gozu turns around and stares Moon down, only a subtle hint of impact as he braces his leg back. Moon switches legs but Gozu catches him! Pulling him close, I don't think he's gonna give him a hug.
Kendra: Too early to tell as he's locking his arms around the waist...NO! SAITO SUPLEX! Moon comes crashing down to the ground, this moon just became a meteor.
Colin: Check the mat for craters!
Kendra: Gozu back to his feet and going to reach Moon, POSSUM JAWBREAKER! Now we're seeing some impact! Gozu losing his footing and relies on the ropes to keep himself upright.
Arvin: Moves like that hurt both people and you can see Moon rubbing his neck a little, but recenters himself and coming full charge and NO A BACK BODY DROP BY GOZU AND MOON BACK IN THE SKY!
Colin: When the Moon leaves the mat, hits the ground with a splat, that's some more pain.
Arvin: Gozu enjoying his handiwork for a moment, Moon just supine on the concrete, and rolls out. Gozu thinking about putting this one to bed, looking up the grave, you can see the hamster running the wheel, he lands instead on sticking around and exploring under the ring cover.
Colin: That's a chair! Everything is legal in this match. Gozu finds another chair and both of them in the ring!
Arvin: They're a bonded pair.
Colin: Gozu continuing to go ring shopping, finds a trash can lid, a stop sign, and a small cloth bag. This shopping spree gives Moon time to get to his feet.
Kendra: Little wobble in his step but he's up. Moon charges full-speed and slams him face first into the apron! Taking Gozu by the hand and with a roar Irish Whip into those steel steps! Gozu hits them shoulder-first and the steps look even more hurt than Gozu does.
Colin: There's certainly a Gozu shaped hole in the steps, like some Looney Tunes shenanigans.
Kendra: Moon choosing violence himself, going to the store, it's a Singapore Cane!
The audience goes absolutely bananas!
Arvin: You know the story of Cain and Abel? Well Moon is Able to dominate with that Cane! Cracks it across Gozu's shoulder and they heard that shot back in Ancient Times! Takes it to the other shoulder! Going for the headshot and Gozu's not going to be knighted tonight as he ducks and Moon absolutely breaks the cane into several pieces on the ring post.
Colin: Gozu back to his feet and absolutely bum rushes Moon, Moon goes down! Moon grabs a piece of the Cane and just stabbing Gozu right over his mask while Gozu pummels him! Moon takes a sharsh stab and Gozu's own blood runs down his face under his mask!
Kendra: Moon back to his feet and tries to gather his thoughts. Gozu shaking like a dog, painting his blood all over our floor. Gozu slams his fist to the ground and back up. Gozu circling Moon, each of them trying to find the next in.
Colin: Gozu appears to be talking to himself? This might be a trap Moon, proceed carefully!
Kendra: Gozu doesn't respond and Moon seems as shocked as I am, he traps Gozu and sets him up for those Trapping Headbutts! MOONSTRIKE! Gozu loses balance and drops to one knee, Moon backing up and SHINING WIZARD!
Colin: Gozu is on his back!
Arvin: Normally this would be exactly where Moon needs him but where Moon needs to be is the other side of the ramp. He begins to drag Gozu out to the grave...GOZU HOLDS THE POST!
Kendra: We talk about ring intelligence, Gozu has it, so does Moon! Elbow to that thigh! Moon's looking for thigh meat tonight! Another, and another!
Colin: Moon deciding to move for the legs and shift focus to the upper...NO GOZU HAS HIM BY HIS TIGHTS AND SENDS HIM TUMBLING!
Gozu pushes himself back up to his feet and starts to laugh softly.
Colin: Moon back to his feet but Gozu's too fast for him and has him by the neck! Lifting him up like he's a cross between Bart Simpson and Baby Simba and Moon kicking but Gozu does not let go.
Kendra: This crowd showering Gozu with a rain of boos, they clearly aren't here for this and I don't blame them.
Arvin: They have no respect for master craft. Gozu knows how to keep someone in peril. Taking Moon for a little walk, a happy little hop by Gozu and SKY HIGH CHOKESLAM!
Colin: Sends Moon back into the ring, the opposite direction he needs to go to win this thing.
Arvin: He wants to play with his food a little first. Let him cook.
Kendra: Looks like the thigh focus has slowed him down a bit and he's trying to give his leg a quick massage. Oh, this dude loves to shop under the ring, that's a whole bundle o' Kendo sticks, did we get those from Costco?
Colin: No, that's a different C logo, I've seen it before but can't place it. He launches them into the ring and barely misses Moon. Moon helping himself to the bundle and finds a good one, pulls it out and the others roll across the mat. Using it to restabilize himself. Gozu back in and takes one as well. And Gozu st...no, he takes a wide stance, lowers himself and holds the kendo out like an ancient warrior waiting for his pray.
Arvin: Moon meets the moment, leg forward full samurai, hand up, oh we're going Kurosawa on this. Okay.
The lights briefly dim, reflecting this battle pose in shadow. They come back up quickly.
Kendra: Gozu approaches and tries a feint to the left, Moon reads him too quickly and deflects! Gozu back to 1, goes for a low swing and Moon able to parry that, GOZU STOMPS THE STICK and Moon may be in trouble here! Gozu with a chop, Moon evades, gives up the stick to save himself.
Arvin: Gozu showing a little panache with the turn on the grip and going for an upward slice, Moon dodges but WAIT Gozu bunted and gave the stick up! Moon spins right into the hand of Gozu, regains the throat grip and brings him close, I don't think they're gonna hug this out.
Colin: I think you may be right...Brutal Bionic Elbow! Moon staggers and down to one knee, but gets another stick from the bundle. Gozu stalks forward and Moon upward swing into the ribs! Moon going to town now with that stick and beating back Gozu! He's moving with speed and accuracy, I can't count exactly how many shots but it's gotta be upwards of 10 at this point.
Kendra: The stick looks like it's about had it, Moon sends it away with a final Tomahawk Chop shatters it upon Gozu's face! The blood is back! That wound just healed!
Colin: Moon sees the target and hands on hips, looks down to see how he's going to lug his Bison kill to the top of the ramp.
Kendra: He should call College Hunks Hauling Junk.
Arvin: Looks like he's going to take the log roll approach, steeling himself and rolling Gozu towards the edge of the ring, almost out, Gozu is up to one knee! Moon looks truly flabbergasted at this point.
Colin: And frustrated. Moon doesn't give Gozu the space to breathe and a rageful series of strikes to the upper back, but Gozu's living his Warrior moment, his Hogan moment, and he just keeps getting up. Looks like he's sneaking a grab at something and that's that small bag, Gozu swings that bag at full speed to the side of Moon's face and Moon absolutely howling in pain! He's lookin' like he just came down with the Red Plague!
Arvin: Don't be taking Damian's job, Gozu!
Kendra: Oh, I think that might be a bag o' tacks.
Gozu cackles loudly as Moon roars and charges at him.
Arvin: Nice to see Gozu having fun and a SHOTGUN DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE LUNGS OF MOON'S CHEST! GOZU IS THE FIRST KAIJU TO WALK ON THE MOON! MOON SPILLS TO THE APRON.
Colin: Gozu takes the time to spill out the tacks, it looks like he's doing some careful arranging of them.
Arvin: Gozu is an artist who takes his canvas seriously.
Kendra: The crowd is at full pitch and on their feet why MOON WITH A SPEAR! GOZU TURNS AROUND JUST IN TIME TO SEE THE MAN ABOUT TO DRIVE HIM INTO THE TACKS!
Arvin: His beautiful art! Ruined!
Colin: Gozu clearly in pain now, that's gonna suck to pull those out, rolling back to his hands and knees. Moon wasn't able to fully avoid the tacks either, some stuck in his forehead.
Arvin: You still love that face, Cristel?
Cristel (OC): How dare you.
Kendra: And Gozu is...LAUGHING? Laughing! And that laughter brings a rage out in Moon I don't think I've ever seen in him and grabs him with a HUGE ELBOW SHOT to the face! Moon has him by the hair and jams his face into the Turnbuckle! Dragging him by the hair again and taking him on a tour of the ring!
Colin: It's only fair that you say hello to everyone.
Kendra: Here's number 2...walking him over to number 3...walking over to number...NO! Gozu spins him around and giant headbutt to Moon! The impact recoils them both and Moon is down, but Gozu is in the corner.
Colin: I'll take this time to note that the end of the road is on the other side of the ramp, and they've barely made it past the ring.
Arvin: These two hate each other. The match itself is incidental to their desire to absolutely destroy one another.
Kendra: Moon feels the love of the crowd, up and climbing the turnbuckle to unload on Gozu!
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Colin: The crowd is at full pitch! Moon disembarks Gozu and can't help but feel the love of this Rhode Island audience!
Arvin: Yeah well if you soak it in too long you give the monster a chance to breathe, and sure enough Gozu has Moon into a full nelson and is marching him back to the ring. This can only mean one thing...
Kendra: DEVIL'S DESCENT ONTO THE TACKS! THAT'S A SPECIAL LEVEL OF HELL AND MOON IS A PINCUSHION. Roll the other way, the other...no, he rolls himself into the last of the tacks. Gozu back out and the crowd suddenly breathless and soundless as though they've just witnessed a murder unfold before their very eyes.
Arvin: Gozu's laughter pierces through the silence, and it's a hungry, hateful laugh. Gozu back under the ring. Even I think this is too far.
Colin: He's not that big, Gozu, you can just drag him to the...oh he has a box and tosses it into the ring.
Arvin: What's in the box, what's in the box?
Kendra: Isopropyl Alcohol 91%.
Arvin: Oh, okay, he's going to disinfect Moon. That's nice at-
Kendra: You've never been thumbtacked and it shows.
Arvin: Why do you say OH LORD MOON IS WRITHING IN PAIN FROM THE ALCOHOL POURING ON HIS CHEST! Moon trying to escape, Gozu says no escape and a knee across the throat, and just dumping the bottle to the wounds.
Colin: Gozu shakes the bottle, looks inside, shakes once more, and tosses it aside.
Arvin: It's important to shake before you finish.
Kendra: Oy.
Colin: Moon pushing away from all the mess in the ring. Gozu takes the two chairs and opens them and is...he...whistling?
Kendra: The man enjoys what he does. You can see in spite of everything a bit of spring in Gozu's step as he lays the Stop Sign across the seats. He can carry a tune, I'll give him that, as he pulls Moon back up and walks him over, just about at his newest installation, MOON FIGHTS BACK! Sharp elbows to Gozu's ribs, you have to admire the tenacity of that man in the ring.
Arvin: Gozu ends the rally quickly with a huge clubbing blow to the back of Moon. Gozu will not be denied.
Colin: Picking Moon up with his arm around the neck, Gozu's got him into that Cobra Clutch he loves, jumping forward with that bulldog and Moon goes through the chairs and stops at the stop sign!
Kendra: Even when you're brutalized it's important to obey the signs.
Arvin: Gozu showing a bit of struggle as he gets back to his feet, and has Moon by the ankles. We should thank Gozu as he's clearly invested in cleaning the ring of those tacks, using Moon as a Swiffer to do so.
Colin: He rolls his kill out to the apron and Moon lands on the floor. Gozu back out and throws Moon up over his shoulder. Finally they're heading to the gravesite.
Kendra: Gozu making his way up the ramp, and this one looks like it's done and dusted. Gozu makes it to the dirt, folks.
Colin: Wait...Moon is stirring! Moon is able to roll to the stage! Moon goes for a high strike...NO! FEINT! Knife edge chop to the thigh! Moon is working that thigh! He's starting to stagger Gozu! Another chop! The monster is mortal! Another! Moon is really putting the hurt to Gozu now!
Kendra: Moon is finally going to do it! Moon is going to end the beast who's been haunting him.
Arvin: I'm even excited, I can't help myself. Moon, the plucky hero, taking the fight to its absolute limit. Gozu, the demon about to go back to hell.
Colin: GOZU TO HIS KNEES! THE CROWD TO THEIR FEET!
Kendra: MOON DRIVES HIS KNEES TO THE FACE OF GOZU! GOZU IS STAGGERING!
MOON!
COULD!
GET!
HIS!
HERO!
MOMENT!!
The crowd chants "MOON! MOON! MOON!"
Moon takes in the chants!
Moon lines up for the Spear, the whole stadium about to burst with joy!
Moon...is...
Caught.
Gozu catches him.
Gozu pops him up.
Gozu powerbombs him into the hole.
Gozu gets the shovel.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
The audience is silent as the dirt fills into the hole. All that can be heard is a shovel, and the pouring of their hopes and dreams into a hole.
THUMP.
THUMP.
The announcers are unable to speak, their breath playing a Schrödinger game within their bodies.
THUMP.
THUMP.
This isn't a movie. This isn't a celebration.
THUMP.
This is Greek tragedy. This is Orpheus looking back just a second too soon.
THUMP.
Gozu pauses his head tilting, listening to a silent partner somewhere. Gozu nods and grabs a wheelbarrow full of dirt from nearby and dumps its entire contents on top of the dirt he's already shoveled. The bell rings once the official confirms that Moon is covered at the bottom.
No one can say a thing until the unfortunate sentence that Ash doesn't wish to mutter but must do their job.
Ash: "Here is your winner. Gozu!"
Scene opens in a dark, gritty gym. A punching bag swings violently as fists and kicks land with raw power. The camera pans to reveal Aztec, drenched in sweat, throwing relentless strikes before turning to the camera.
Aztec:
"Life hits hard. You either wake up ready to fight… or you stay down. That’s why I start my day with Pain Clinic Coffee – the strongest, boldest coffee you’ll ever taste. No frills. No nonsense. Just pure, unfiltered fuel for warriors."
Quick montage of steaming black coffee being poured into a heavy-duty mug, the steam rising like smoke from a battlefield.
Dr. Fists:
"Pain Clinic Coffee is for those who walk through fire, those who push past limits, and those who know comfort is for the weak. It’s not your average cup of joe—it’s a wake-up call for champions."
But Every Fighter Needs a Tag Team Partner…
Cut to Sam Haze standing in the locker room, arms crossed, smirking.
Sam Haze:
"You ever see a brawler with no finesse? A one-trick pony? Yeah, they don’t last long. You need balance. You need precision. That’s where Sam Haze’s Hazelnut Creamer comes in—the perfect tag team partner for Pain Clinic Coffee."
Slow-motion shot of rich, golden hazelnut creamer being poured into the dark abyss of Pain Clinic Coffee, swirling like an artistic masterpiece.
Dr. Fists:
"Pain Clinic Coffee wakes you up, but Sam Haze’s Hazelnut Creamer keeps you from snapping a steel chair over someone’s head before noon."
Sam Haze:
"It smooths out the bitterness, adds that knockout flavor, but doesn’t take away the punch. Kind of like me—dangerous, but refined. One splash for teamwork, two splashes for the ultimate finisher… or chug it straight if you’re built different!"
Cut back to Aztec chugging a mug of Pain Clinic Coffee straight black. He winces but nods approvingly. Then, a slow zoom to Sam Haze sipping his perfectly balanced coffee, grinning.
Aztec:
"Not everyone can handle Pain Clinic Coffee. But if you need a little help keeping up—fine. Tag in Sam’s Hazelnut Creamer. Just don’t expect me to take it easy on you."
The Pain Clinic logo slams onto the screen with a thunderous sound effect, followed by the tagline in bold, gold letters.
"Pain and Power. Strength and Strategy. Coffee and Creamer. Get Yours Today."
Dr. Fists:
"And if you are STILL tired? Well, my friend… that’s a deeper issue, and we should talk."
Final shot of Pain Clinic Coffee and Sam Haze’s Hazelnut Creamer side by side, like the perfect tag team ready to take on the day.
The Pain Clinic Coffee zoom-in zoomes back out on another Pain Clinic Coffee and Creamer setup in the basement of a church. The camera pans across the church kitchen, up the stairs, through the rectory, and to the front door, where we see Psycho $upreme Nero.
Nero never sought places—places sought him.
Saint Ashen’s was no different. A ruined, desolate yet strangely untouched cathedral in Pawtucket, Rhode Island.
It called to Nero.
Something whispered to him. A pull in his bones. A murmur in his mind. A calling, not of faith, but of remembrance.
Nero heeded, and arrived. He entered.
He wasn’t alone.
He didn’t tell the others why. He didn’t have to. They followed.
Jassy had never been one to resist a mystery, especially when it reeked of madness.
"Ooooh, field trip!" she had called, skipping ahead.
Bloodswan came because she understood the weight Nero carried—even if he never spoke it.
She had made it her purpose to learn, to grow, and this? This felt like a lesson.
Rufus was drawn by curiosity, but also by instinct.
Something was off. A game was being played, one he could not yet see. And he hated being left in the dark.
Tides of Time simply knew where he needed to be. As always.
When they stepped through the doors of the cathedral, the air changed.
The pews dust-covered, the air thick with age, but something remains—an eerie, unshaken reverence lingers in the stone walls, as if they still remember the prayers once spoken here.
The echoes of forgotten prayers still hung in the rafters, waiting for ears to hear them again.
But Nero wasn’t listening.
He walked forward, toward the altar—toward the thing that had called him here.
He lowers his head, his fingers tracing patterns in the dust on the altar. He picks up a jagged shard of broken stained glass littered on the altar, and goes to cast it aside when he notices its reflection staring back—the dark entity within him smirking.
Nero’s gaze lingers on the reflection— the shadowed, demonic entity that once ruled as a king. Its eyes burn with desecrating malice, its mouth curls into something that might be a smirk… or a warning.
Nero goes to speak—but before a word leaves his lips, his body trembles.
His head tilts back. His breathing slows. And then—his eyes roll back, vanishing into white voids. A sharp, involuntary gasp escapes him, his body tensing as if suddenly filled with something… something greater. Something ancient. He staggers as though overtaken by the spirit of a forgotten force, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
2For a moment, it seems he might fall—but instead, he does not speak. He only laughs—a dry, distant sound, as if it comes not from his throat, but from somewhere beyond.
And then… laughter. Sweet, wicked laughter.
Jassy hops up from the pews, grinning widely, her movements erratic as she prances her way toward the altar like an actor taking center stage. She sways like a performer, caught between two sides—one moment an angelic figure, the next, a devilish tempter. Her voice bounces between light and dark, her words twisting and turning with playful madness.
JASSY : Oh, darling, don't you love your little rules? You think they’ll keep you safe and cool? But darling, rules are just a lie— A prison that will make you cry.
She flips, twirling on her heels, and suddenly her tone switches—softer, almost kind, like the ‘angel’ part of her trying to convince someone to do the ‘right’ thing.
JASSY: But… What if you just followed the law? What if you took the safest draw? You could play it safe, no need to fight. Just follow the path, it’s all alright.
She snickers, her voice quickly turning dark again as she swings back to the devil side, her eyes gleaming with madness.
JASSY: Safe? Pfft! Safety’s for the weak! For the boring, the scared, the meek.
But you? You're better than this mess. A devil inside, ready to bless!
Her tone turns playful as she twirls around again, now practically singing as if on stage.
JASSY: Don't you see the power inside? Don't you want to feel the ride? You want to be the one in charge. To watch it burn, to live large.
She winks as if she's telling a secret, her voice now dangerously calm, her steps slow and deliberate as she closes the distance between her and the camera.
JASSY: Rules? They’re not for me. I make them, break them—the truth will flee. So, listen close, here’s the key— No one’s ever really free.
Jassy giggles and suddenly skips back toward the pews, sitting down like nothing happened, her grin still wide, her presence both light and terrifying. The dichotomy between devil and angel now feels like something inescapable, her influence woven into every word.
Nero’s grip tightens, and without hesitation, he clenches his fist around the jagged glass. A slow, dark chuckle escapes him as crimson drips onto the floor.
The dim light flickers as Rufus steps forward from the pews. But something is… off. His face, his very form, seems to shift—subtle at first, then unmistakable. His posture changes, his voice warps, and before the watching eyes, he becomes Nero. The resemblance is uncanny, unsettling. He smirks, speaking not as himself, but as the fallen king.
RUFUS (as Nero): A loss, huh? That’s what they call it? A king doesn’t lose—he simply... watches the world fail to grasp his greatness. My name was called when champions needed testing, when men needed pain. And yet… I fell. Is that not right?
His expression suddenly tightens, and in an unnatural blink, his face shifts—he now wears the likeness of JCM Ace. His stance straightens, exuding confidence, his voice heavier, full of the weight of a champion.
RUFUS as (JCM Ace): Nero, I see right through you fool. You call yourself a test, but you are only a consequence. You rage but leave nothing behind. I do not need to prove myself to time, to history, to you. I stand because I must, because no one else can. And when the fight comes, I will endure, because that is what I do. You think you know pain? Try carrying the weight of expectation.
And just as quickly, his face changes again—suddenly, he is Johnny Silver Fist, the very man who defeated Nero before. His voice now carries a cocky, scrappy edge, the cadence of a fighter who defied the odds.
RUFUS as (Johnny Silver Fist): Man, all this talk about history, pain, kings and warriors... but at the end of the day? It ain’t about all that. It’s about stepping into that ring and winning. And that’s what I did. I took your best shot, and I’m still here. Maybe you should stop looking for some grand meaning and just accept the truth—you weren’t good enough that night. And maybe? You still ain't.
His features contort again, shifting, twisting—now, he is the CEO of MAWL; Leila Blake, a smug, business-minded figure, adjusting her silk top that was never there.
RUFUS (as Leila Blake): A king? Please. This is a business, Nero. A company, a machine. I care about ticket sales, not forgotten bloodlines. You were an investment—one that failed to deliver. JCM Ace? He is my champion. He is my revenue. That is why I back him, and not you. Because in the end… you are just a story. And stories end.
Another shift—now, he is a woman, an older fan perhaps, someone who has watched wrestling for years. Her voice is weary, uncertain, caught between nostalgia and harsh reality.
RUFUS (as a fan): I don’t like men like you, Nero. I watched you fight, and I thought you were better. But now? I don’t know. You just suck, I like Tyme, and Johnny. They are better wrestlers than you! Do you even know who you are anymore? Because I don't.
And then, the final shift—he is a faceless fan, the embodiment of the crowd, the nameless voices that chant, cheer, and boo.
RUFUS (as a collective): We decide what lives on. We decide who matters. We will remember who deserves it. Are you ready to find out if that’s still you?
And then—his face begins to distort, breaking apart like a mirage, flickering between all the faces at once—Nero, JCM Ace, Johnny Silver Fist, the GM, the fan, the crowd—all of them, all at once. A horrifying kaleidoscope of identities before, finally, the illusion snaps, and Rufus is simply… Rufus again. He takes a slow breath, shakes his head as if waking from a dream, and calmly walks back to his seat. As if nothing ever happened.
Blood continues to drip freely from Nero’s palm, yet he barely reacts.
Bloodswan rises from the pews, her movements slow and deliberate as she walks toward the altar of the cathedral. She speaks with a soft, almost melodic tone, her words flowing like a prayer or hymn, her voice echoing in the vast emptiness. Each phrase rhymes, the rhythm of her speech hypnotic and unsettling. It feels like she’s speaking of a higher truth, but one only Nero could have revealed to her.
BLOODSWAN:
♪ "In pain, we rise, in agony, we bloom,
From darkest nights, we find our room.
Through every tear, through every scar,
We grow, we fight, we travel far."♪
♪♪"The wounds we bear, the hurt we keep,
They teach us lessons, never sleep.
And in the blood, I’ve come to know,
The strength to fight, the strength to grow."♪♪
♪"From weakness born, but strong I stand,
A warrior forged by Nero’s hand.
I seek not fame, I seek not gold,
But pride in pain, a story told."♪
♪♪"For pain is pride, and pride is life,
Through endless battles, through endless strife.
I fight, I rise, I stand, I grow—
In Nero’s name, I claim my soul."♪♪
She finishes, her gaze distant, almost trance-like. She steps back into the pew, as if nothing unusual has happened, her words still echoing in the air, the religious-like reverence still lingering around her every movement.
Moonlight filters through shattered stained glass, casting colors across the stone floor.
Reds, blues, and golds spilled like liquid light over the stone, twisting and shifting like they had a mind of their own.
At first, it was subtle. The way the colors rippled unnaturally, bending and warping, like a memory struggling to stay intact.
And then—they moved.
Not across the stone. Across him.
Tides of Time stood at the edge of the light, still as a statue, but the colors did not stay still on him. They crawled up his legs, wrapped around his arms, and danced across his face. The stained glass that should have been frozen in time instead flowed over him like a living thing, as if it recognized him—or feared him.
The others noticed. How could they not?
Jassy tilted her head, watching with childlike wonder. "Ooooh, the building likes you!" she cooed.
Then Tides' body began to lift.
Slowly. Unnaturally. The wooden pew creaks, as if something invisible is pulling him upward. The air distorts around him, the fabric of reality bending as he levitates into the air, his arms raised like a prophet bathed in unseen light.
And then—he speaks. But not forward. No. His sermon is a distortion of time itself. His words come in reverse. Ethereal. Ghostly.
EMIT FO SEDIT:
"...lliw emit litnu sdnats ohw?
...tsud ni nrob eb uoy llahs ro niatrec si taht tfig eht tnarg I
...dne ew nehw remember llahs ohw tub tnetnoc fo sniahc ni sevals era ew"
The sound is chilling. It shouldn’t make sense—but somehow, it does. Each phrase burrows into the subconscious, the meaning unraveling in the mind, not the ears. As the last syllable leaves his lips, he drifts backwards in reverse—never touching the ground—until he settles back into his seat.
The silence returns. Nero’s eyes roll forward, back into reality. His breathing is slow, steady. He does not acknowledge what just happened—he simply exists in it.
The camera switches and lingers on Nero’s hand, still dripping with blood from the shattered glass. The crimson pools on the cold stone floor, but as he slowly unfurls his fingers, the wound vanishes—like it was never there. Yet, the broken shard of glass, and within it, the demonic reflection still stares, grinning, knowing.
Nero exhales, staring at his own healed hand, then at the distorted face in the glass. He smirks—not out of joy, but as someone who has already accepted the inevitable.
NERO: My fate is already sealed. I cannot change what has been written.
With a flick of his wrist, Nero throws the glass aside. It clatters against the stone floor, but his reflection remains inside it.
Nero rises, his faction stepping behind him, their presence unshaken, their faith unwavering. The camera slowly zooms in on the discarded glass, the reflection still watching, waiting… a reminder that no matter the outcome, the entity within him—his past, his fate—will never truly disappear.
The cathedral doors creak open, letting in the cold night air. One by one, members of The Psycho $upremacy file out, their expressions unreadable, their presence still heavy in the air. The moment they cross the threshold, the atmosphere shifts—the oppressive weight of something otherworldly vanishes as if it had never been there at all.
And then—a voice.
RED GHOST: Alright, where the hell were you guys?
Nero and the others pause.
Standing just outside, Red Ghost leans against the crumbling stone, arms crossed, head slightly tilted. He squints at them, as if waiting for an explanation. Then, he glances past them—into the cathedral. But there’s… nothing there. No presence. No lingering darkness. Just an 1empty, desolate ruin.
He sniffs the air, frowns.
RED GHOST: …Y’all been in there this whole time?
No one answers. Not at first. Then, Jassy grins.
JASSY: Depends. Do you believe in ghosts?
Red Ghost raises a brow.
RED GHOST: I am a ghost.
The group stares at him. He stares back.
A long pause.
RED GHOST: …Which means whatever was in there wasn’t me.
Another pause. A cold wind rolls through. Somewhere, a faint whisper echoes from the cathedral’s depths—a sound that none of them made.
Red Ghost shivers, muttering.
RED GHOST: …Yeah, nah. Not my kinda haunt.
With that, he turns on his heel and walks off. Fast. Jassy cackles. The others exchange knowing glances before moving on, leaving the cathedral behind—but whatever they awoke inside remains watching.
Fade to black.
It becomes hard carrying the weight—the weight of being the sole provider of your family, the weight of heading out every morning, striving to become a better man for your children, the weight of knowing that the neighbors depend on your presence to keep the hoodlums in check, the weight of never shedding a tear because your body is too busy sweating and bleeding, edging you closer, day by day, to...
Glory
The nerve of some people. Fixated on themselves, refusing to look at the bigger picture. They prefer narcotics to escape, not to meditate. Shameful deeds riddle the neighborhoods day by day, providing Hell on Earth. But ultimately it came down to one. Ultimately, only one individual from the streets of Pompano Beach, Florida, could make a difference.
It was no longer about.. If’s.
It was no longer about.. Maybe’s.
It was no longer about.. When.
No, no, no.
It was not about the inevitable. It was not about destiny. It had been a long time coming
But there was so much more to prove. Some much more to do. And at the end of it all he had to win.. And he had to reign…
Supreme
Ace stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hands resting on the sides of the basin. His locs dangled freely, shrouding the view of his visage. Lingering smoke in the air didn’t help the situation either. Muffled music broke through whatever wall confined Ace, each drop of the bass rattling the mirror that poisoned him with his image.
He chuckled, each breath heaving his torso up and down.
“..you’re excited,” A soft, feminine, voice glided into Ace’s consciousness, pulling him further away from the pits of Hell that damned his memories. The bodies, the drugs, the guns, the warfare. All the thrill that he left behind, for the sake of family.
Ace’s wife steps into view. Her glossy, melanated skin gleamed in the dim room as he stationed herself at Ace’s side. Her hand slid across his bareback, encouraging him to find the light.
“..why are you shying away from it, my love? Look how far we’ve come.”
Ace’s body tensed.
The lights flickered.
The music halted.
Time stood still.
How far they’ve come? The homelessness. The robberies. The tears that were shed.
Ace’s wife reached for the joint resting in the ashtray close by, reached under Ace’s locs, and placed it between his lips.
“They lined them up one by one. They started off questioning you.. They started off doubting you.. They started off hating you.. Refusing to accept the man you are. They said no inmate had a chance in the ring. They said that no black man can learn to be a wrestling god.”
Ace’s grip on the basin tightened, smoke curling from his lowered head continuing to blur the line between reality and destruction. Yet, Ace’s wife.. Her voice. It brought forth malice. It was the generator to his rage, to his pain. It was the medium between here and there. It was the time and space.
But yet.
But it brought him peace. Serenity. Tranquility. Harmony.
Love
“But they realized quickly, didn’t they, darlin’. They realized when your opponent kept lining up and getting taken out that they couldn’t just settle for no normal man. No, no. They couldn’t just get someone from the nearest wrestling school, they couldn’t get someone from the farthest royal-family-dungeon. They couldn’t get the wicked. They couldn’t even get the sane.
No, my love. They couldn’t do anything..
Psycho $upremacy.. Word is that they’re the real deal. Word is that they’ve established themselves as a proper faction. They’ve come to make a statement, my King. They’ve come to step into YOUR Kingdom.. And DETHRONE you. They want..”
She stopped abruptly.
Ace’s head snapped up, his glare menacing. He deviated from reason, understanding that there was no longer time for relaxation. Lines had been blurred the moment he was crowned US Champion. And now.. They had to find someone from the Underworld.
“Fine” His voice rumbled, staggering even his wife. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. She gasped from fright, and Ace stepped past her.
“I’M COMING!”
The show is in full swing when the cameras cut backstage to JCM Ace’s locker room. He’s chilling with his crew, his closest allies. Smoke hangs in the air, the low hum of conversation filling the space. Ace is leaned back, rolling up, his focus sharp despite the calm. His people are posted up—watching, waiting. They know tonight ain’t just another fight. It’s something bigger.
Then the door creaks open.
All heads turn. The mood shifts. The room feels heavier. Nero walks in with a slow, deliberate pace, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the scene. He’s outnumbered, but he doesn’t act like it. He doesn’t need to.
JCM ACE: You real bold walking in here alone, Nero. That’s either real smart or real dumb.
Nero tilts his head slightly, his voice low and smooth.
NERO: My soul goes where the path takes me. And as of now. It led me here.
A chuckle from one of Ace’s boys—Big Ricky. Thick-necked, mean, always packing something under his belt. He steps up, hand resting on his piece, eyes narrowing.
BIG RICKY: Man, cut the spooky act. You ain’t no demon. You a bitch ass phony. Keep talkin’ slick, I’ll blow your brains out right now. Turn you into a real dead man.
Nero doesn’t react. No fear. No hesitation. In one smooth motion, he reaches out and snatches Ricky’s own gun, flipping it in his grip and pressing the barrel against his own temple.
Everyone freezes.
CLICK.
Nothing.
Nero lowers the gun, studies it for a second, then casually tosses it back to Ricky, who catches it with slightly trembling hands. The energy in the room is different now.
NERO: See, that’s the problem with man-made weapons. Y’all think they make you strong. Think they make you untouchable. But a man ain’t his gun. A man is what’s left when you take all the weapons away. When it’s just him against the world, and the weight of what he becomes.
Nero steps up to JCM Ace, the tension thickening. Then, without breaking eye contact, he grabs the blunt right out of Ace’s hand. He takes a deep, slow pull.
Smoke curls from Nero’s lips, but instead of exhaling, he inhales it back through his nose, his eyes rolling back before snapping open—bloodshot, eerie, unnatural. The room feels colder. The gun in Ricky’s hand exhales a slow, dark plume of smoke, like it just took a puff of its own. The crew shifts uncomfortably.
Nero exhales, the smoke drifting out of his mouth like a whispered omen. Then, just as the tension reaches its peak—
Nero suddenly laughs.
A full, amused laugh, like he just pulled the best prank in the world. The entire vibe shifts. The tension cracks just enough for confusion to set in.
Nero casually hands the blunt back to Ace, who raises an eyebrow but takes it. The silence lingers for a second before Nero grins.
NERO: Ahhhhh that was relaxing. I ain’t evil you know. I'm just the devil you need when you run out of prayers and still want a way out. I'm the thing when you want to escape but have nowhere left to run. I'm the thing you don't even wish upon your worst enemies.
JCM Ace chuckles, shaking his head, taking a hit himself. The room lightens a little, but everyone’s still watching Nero, trying to figure him out.
JCM ACE: Man, you high already? You really do be on some otherworldly shit. But I get it. You and me… we ain’t so different, huh?
NERO: Two men carrying the weight of burden. You carry the weight of the company and those around you who rely on you. I carry the weight of something that doesn't let me rest. You fight to build something. I fight because fighting is the only thing I have left.
JCM ACE: Yeah, yeah. We are the same. We both dangerous. We both hungry. Me, for this right here...
He does the title hand motion at his waist.
...And you, shit, you must be hungry for something. You lost or something, I can tell that. But what you looking for? Destruction? Love? You might just need to go get laid or something. Yeah or maybe you need God, cause you sure as hell gonna need a few of them prayers tonight against me...
JCM Ace pauses to let the words penetrate before standing and leaning in towards Nero’s ear. Speaking just above a whisper. The tension hangs, and the room shifts again.
...Now I don't know what possessed you to enter my humble abode when im tryna chill with my missus and homies, but I think you've outstayed your welcome. So if you can please take your old dust… I mean, take yourself out so I can continue chilling in peace. Thank you.
Nero claps Ace on the shoulder before stepping back, hands slipping into his pockets.
NERO: Peace… hmm. That’s a funny thing. Some get a taste of it, and don’t even realize it… Others think they have it but never even get close…
He smirks, and turns to leave.
..But hey, I’ll see you out there, ‘King’.
He walks out, leaving behind only the ghost of his words. The room stays silent for a beat. Ace takes another slow pull from the blunt, then exhales, shaking his head with a smirk.
JCM ACE: Yeah, whatever man… whatever the fuck that was. Dusty old dead king ass.
The camera pans to Big Ricky, who’s still staring at his gun like it just whispered something in his ear. Slowly, he sets it down, looking visibly uneasy.
Ace notices. His expression hardens. Then—SLAP! Ace smacks Ricky upside the head, making him flinch.
JCM ACE: What the hell wrong with you? You really thought a damn gun was gonna stop him? You lucky he was in a good mood.
The crew mutters in agreement, shaking their heads. Ricky rubs his jaw, still looking spooked. The camera lingers for a moment before fading to black.
Colin: Going from a buried alive match to a coffee commercial to a church, good job to our editors for that juxtaposition. And of course this show is brought to you by Pain Clinic Coffee.
Kendra: I've got a full cup of black coffee here.
Arvin: Same here. Whereas Colin is drinking his with "Mild Milo" creamer which makes it taste like a cupcake.
Colin: ANYWAY. We saw a lot of build up between this match and now let's see this payoff.
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
PSYCHO $UPREME NERO VS JCM ACE
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is a falls count anywhere match and is scheduled for one fall!
The arena lights dim, with red and white strobes sweeping the crowd.
Ace walks down the ramp with calculated calm, his movements deliberate and his gaze unflinching.
The crowd boos him relentlessly, but Ace feeds off the heat with a smug, unbothered smirk.
Ash: First, making his way to the ring, from Florida, weighing in at 300 pounds, JCM ACE!
Kendra: This is his first match since losing his title, and the fire is in his belly. But it's not going to be an easy battle.
Destroy Everything" by Hatebreed plays through the speakers as a figure emerges through fog.
Nero shows up adorned in gold spiked shoulder armor, wearing black gloves with gold spiked wrist guards on top of his wrestling gear in Black and Maroon. He walks with purpose to the ring.
Kendra: Both of them left their posse in the back, but it's a Falls Count Anywhere, which means they can make it back to them, and it's also no disqualification.
The bell rings.
Kendra: JCM starts strong and quick punch combo. JCM throws punches and staggers back a bit, JCM off the ropes and boots Nero out to the ring! And up wth the Samoan Driver and an ACE BOMB ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! Nero is not starting this match in a safe place.
Colin: JCM picks Nero up and going for a lock up BUT NERO REVERSES WITH A SNAP SUPLEX ONTO THE STEPS. JCM should have just gone for the pin, and is paying for the desire to destroy.
Arvin: JCM rolls back over the steps and smashes Nero's head into them. Going for a second smash but Nero gets his foot on the steps to stop the momentum and smashes JCM's face into his knee! JCM looking a little wobbly, but spears Nero over the steps! Nero with an Irish Whip into the barricade. Neither man is staying down long.
Kendra: JCM recovering from the barricade quickly, charging with that 3rd Ave Forearm and Nero arm whips him! I think his legs just landed on the apron! Nero walks over and grabs JCM's legs...pulling them back....slamming them back onto the apron! That's a good way to break something! He pops back onto the apron, has JCM's left leg...RAMS IT into the post!
Colin: JCM trying to stay stoic, Nero stomps the left leg. JCM fighting through the pain, trying to access his core muscles, Nero going for the stomp again and JCM grabs his leg! JCM is using Nero's leg to lift himself up! HE LAUNCHES NERO OFF THE APRON! Nero just fell face first on the concrete!
Kendra: JCM loading up...Nero fighting back to his feet....JCM WITH THE 3RD AVE FROM THE APRON! Scoops Nero up and SNAP POWERSLAM ONTO THE CONCRETE! Gets him set up for the Koji variation...Pompano Clutch!! Nero bites JCM's arm and JCM lets the hold go.
Arvin: Sometimes you just have to go for it. JCM showing a tiny bit of pain on the arm, this man will not drop a tear, but Nero grabs his arm and punches him down on the bitemark. JCM instinctively bends down holding his arm, Nero rolling behind him and SPINE MALIGN!
1!
2!
Th...NO!
Colin: JCM barely gets the shoulder up! Nero was sure he had him, and a guillotine onto the barricade by Nero. Nero behind, takes the quick spin and NEROLYZER! Going for the pin, JCM ROLL-UP REVERSAL!
1!
2!
Th...NO!
Arvin: NERO KICKS OUT! Neither of these men wanna go down, but JCM with a Snap DDT onto the Ramp! Playing to the crowd a little and a stomp to Nero's head.
Kendra: Nero's head has really taken it after that beating from Storm two weeks back and this may reaggravate some things. JCM keeping the stomps coming, but Nero finally stops it with a dragon leg screw! JCM drags Nero down with a quickness and locks in the Pompano again...NO, Nero smashes his head against the ramp before he can fully get the hold in.
Arvin: Nero to his feet first, pulls JCM up, going for the Nerolyzer again NO ACE DUCKS AND GETS HIM UP INTO AN ACE BOMB! WITH SOME EXTRA SPIN!
1!
2!
3!
JCM Ace wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, JCM ACE!!
The crowd is thunderous. JCM Ace stands tall in the center of the ring, blood spattered across his chest like war paint, one fist raised high, the other gripping the ropes to steady himself. At his feet, Nero lies sprawled, barely conscious, face drenched in crimson. His body heaves with shallow breaths—humbled, beaten.
COLIN McRAE: He did it! JCM Ace just planted the Psycho Supreme into the dirt! That’s a statement win if I’ve ever seen one!
KENDRA MAVIS: That was domination, Colin. Not just a win—Ace broke him. Clean.
ARVIN WALLACE-JONES: Oh please. Nero’s body may be down, but don’t act like the war’s over. You think Psycho $upremacy is gonna let that loss slide?
Suddenly, the arena lights flicker, and the air chills. A low, rumbling tone rolls through the PA. Fog begins to spill from the stage.
ARVIN: TOLD YA!
COLIN: Uh-oh…
KENDRA: I don’t like this…
Emerging from the smoke: Jassy, Rufus, Tides of Time, Red Ghost, and Bloodswan—all dead silent.
Not charging. Not wild. Methodical. And they’re carrying tools—not weapons of rage, but ritual.
A steel chain. A length of coarse rope. A branding iron.
ARVIN: Oh… oh yeah. This ain’t a rescue. This is a ceremony.
KENDRA: They’re back again! They humiliated SM Heartbreaker last time, and now they are going to do the same thing to JCM Ace.
COLIN: Get out of there JCM Ace! Run before it’s too late!
JCM Ace stands ready—but even he stumbles slightly, fatigue catching up. He knows he can't take them all.
They reach the apron—encircling the ring. Nero, still out cold, twitches on the mat like something possessed is trying to reawaken. The crowd grows louder. Nervous. Anxious.
COLIN: He’s not gonna be able to fight them off…
Just before they are about to get in the ring,
SM HEARTBREAKER'S MUSIC HITS!
The fans erupt as SM Heartbreaker storms down the ramp, not even pausing.
Rufus tries to meet SM Heartbreaker halfway up the ramp with a sledgehammer.
He swings at SM Heartbreaker, but he jumps over Rufus’ arm and rolls over the top of Rufus' shoulder, flipping down behind Rufus, delivering a neck breaker.
Jassy is next, and she swings her metal baseball bat, but SM Heartbreaker counters, and spins into Jassy leaving no room to swing and hit SM Heartbreaker with any force.
SM Heartbreaker uses some of Jassy’s own momentum to swing her around, and throw her head first into the barricade. Jassy tries to reach out and scratch SM Heartbreaker's eyes, but he grabs her hand, and scrunches it up. She hisses and yelps in pain, as SM Heartbreaker sends a straight boot to Jassy’s face.
Bloodswan enters the ring to try to wake Nero, and Red Ghost and Tides chase JCM Ace around the ring, one swinging a chain, the other a thick rope.
As JCM Ace dodges and weaves, Nero while still laying on the canvas instinctively grabs JCM Ace's leg, causing him to trip. Red Ghost stands over JCM Ace, and prepares to swing the chain to hit JCM Ace.
In the last second, Heartbreaker dives in, grabs JCM Ace’s arm, and yanks him under the ropes just as Red Ghost brings down the chain, almost hitting JCM Ace's head.
JCM stands up on the outside, but he's out of danger. Heartbreaker immediately throws an arm over him, helping him standing up straight, backing toward the barricade.
KENDRA: SM Heartbreaker with the save! Right as Psycho $upremacy was about to sacrifice JCM Ace in front of all of us!
ARVIN: Oh come on! He was lucky he got out!
COLIN: That was going to be a damn blood baptism.
In the ring, the faction is fuming. Bloodswan tilts her head with eerie calm. Rufus slams the ropes. But Nero, still struggling to sit up, finally reaches for the ropes, barely able to lift his head. A mic is tossed to him by Red Ghost.
Nero’s voice is ragged, cracked, as he stares out at the retreating forms of JCM and Heartbreaker:
NERO: Congratulations King. You got the win. You still rule over your domain, and you were lucky to escape.
A bloodied smile creeps across Nero’s face, twitching with malice and prophecy.
NERO: But next time… there won’t be anyone left to save you, because eventually, the fire will consume, it will destroy everything, and it will burn your kingdom down!
The lights drop—hard—leaving only a single spotlight on the Psycho Supreme’s ruined body, surrounded by his loyal monsters.
KENDRA: He’s broken… but still talking like he’s won.
COLIN: That’s what makes him terrifying. You don’t know if it’s madness—or a plan.
ARVIN: Either way, Ace escaped something worse than a loss tonight.
KENDRA: Yeah… he escaped becoming a warning.
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.
Kendra: Meanwhile someone who can't escape his past.
Colin: Uh oh, here comes Daniel, and he looks upset!
Arvin: He has every reason to be upset, isn't he?
Kendra: Let us hear what he has in mind.
Daniel is circling the center of the ring anxiously.
Daniel: You see what's happened last week on the Spring Sting?
Colin: Losing his chance to become number 1 contender last week?
Arvin: Also his godd*mn mask!
Kendra: In one most unfathomable fashion throughout the history of wrestling, if I must say...
Arvin: Speared by the man who stole his godd*mn mask!
Daniel: No! No! I'm not talking about the number 1 contender! For rank...I could work on that if I want to.
Kendra: He got the confidence, alright.
Arvin: We need proof here, not just talk.
Daniel: I'm talking about the Destroyer!
The crowd getting hyped.
Arvin: Told ya, it's about that godd*mn mask!
Colin: You and your opinion, brother!
Daniel: Last week, I finally acknowledge Destroyer's entity! I welcome him into MAWL!
Kendra: Maybe 'it' would be more proper than addressing as 'him'?
Daniel: Only for he choose another host as The Destroyer...
The crowd began to chant: MADNESS! MADNESS! MADNESS!
Daniel: Just like when I got my title from The Former, now it seems that the mask also looking for a new host.
MADNESS! MADNESS! MADNESS!
Colin: So that what's happening? The mask is searching for the next Destroyer?
Kendra: And the one it choose is...?
Daniel: Therefore I'd like to call for the man who is now holding the mask....
The audience shouts in unison: GENESIS!!!
Genesis arrives in the Destroyer Mask with a microphone in hand. The duplicative voice rumbles through the arena.
GENESIS: YOU HAVE HAD YOUR TIME. YOU HAVE FRITTERED YOUR TIME. WE WERE IN A BOX IN AN ATTIC IN GODDAMN MOULTREE COUNTY!
Genesis's motions signify he is not entirely in control of his body, but is only giving minimal fight.
GENESIS: GENESIS UNDERSTANDS. GENESIS UNDERSTANDS GENESIS HAS STOOD SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WITH THE BRINGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE.
At this time Omega X comes to the stage to try to get to his friend. Genesis without looking tosses him off the ramp.
GENESIS: GENESIS HAS OUTGROWN THE APOCALYPSE AND IS READY FOR SOMETHING MORE. TO YOU, DANIEL OSLANOVICH, I WAS JUST A MASK, A BURDEN, AND WHEN YOU FINALLY SOUGHT TO WELCOME ME, IT WAS BECAUSE YOU FEARED DEEP DOWN THAT YOU HAVE LOST ME, AND AS MUCH AS I WAS A BURDEN TO YOU, I WAS ALSO YOUR TICKET TO POWER.
Genesis walks down the ramp pointing as he goes.
GENESIS: YOU, DANIEL OSLANOVICH, HAVE BEEN UNDONE BY YOUR INDECISION. YOUR DESIRE TO INGEST OF THE CAKE AND CONTINUE TO HAVE THE CAKE. YOUR REJECTION AND REQUEST OF POWER. WE HAVE NO PATIENCE FOR WAFFLING. GENESIS PROVIDES US CONSISTENCY AND WE PROVIDE HIM STRENGTH. WE COULD HAVE PROVIDED YOU STRENGTH. NOW WE, NO LONGER CURSED BY INDECISION, WILL PROVIDE YOU DESTRUCTION.
The voice truly booms now.
GENESIS: WELCOME, DANIEL OSLANOVICH, TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EQUATION.
Arvin: Oops, did we just heard that Daniel has been rejected?....by his own mask??
Colin: This is more complicated than I thought
Kendra: Not as complicated as my sister's marriage, I tell you.
Arvin: We might interview you sister after this one. Who know, our mad audience would find it interesting?
Kendra: You're unbelievable, Arv...
Colin: As unbelievable as the level of tension got rising up in Daniel's soul. Look at him goes in silent rage after what Genesis...I mean The new Destroyer said to him.
The camera zooms at Daniel's face; the mixture of regret, dissapointment, and anger can be clearly seen.
As he's left speechless, the crowd still continues chanting: MADNESS! MADNESS! MADNESS!
Arvin: He's going to break down in any second now...
Kendra: I feel a bit sorry for him.
But contrary, Daniel finally got himself together and began to speak: You see...this is quite an update isn't it? I just finally realized that my persona actually an independent entity, and now he just complained to me on how I've misstreated him all this time.... he chuckled in irony at the end of his sentence.
Colin: Yeah, shocking bummer...I can tell.
Kendra: I still prefer to call the mask 'it', rather by he/him'.
Daniel then continues: But I'll play along! As we both know....how inviting the temptation of the atmosphere in here....how alluring this feds could drive one mind into insanity, into... Daniel pointing his finger to the crowd.
The crowd's chant louder, finishing Daniel's word: MADNESSS!!! MADNESSS!!! MADNESSS!!!
Daniel open his arms wide, as if he's absorbing them all into himself: I began to think...why bother denying the spirit of MAWL? Why not instead...accept and and embrace? Even though it might become my undone, my own self-destruction...I can no longer let myself lose in the battle of my own soul! THAT'S WHY, DESTROYER, OR WHOEVER YOU MIGHT BE, I INVITES YOU TO JOIN THIS LUNATIC DANCE, TO SETTLE OUR DIFFERENCES IN THE EPICENTRUM OF MADNESS ITSELF!! RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!
The auditorium's roar!!
Kendra: Now that's what I called the way of man-to-man!
DANIEL VS GENESIS
Ding ding ding!
Colin: And it looks like it's going to be settled right here and now! Genesis throws a quick hammer fist to start the proceedings! A flurry of Southpaw punches to continue the push and Daniel is doing his damnedest to parry. Genesis off the ropes and going for a quick roll-up but Daniel kicks out easily.
Kendra: Daniel throwing Genesis off the ropes now and a solid boot! Genesis back up quickly and a Jumping Headbutt that sounds Daniel careening! Daniel barely holds himself from falling out of the ring and Genesis boots him out instead! Genesis backing up and going for a suicide dive but Daniel makes it to the apron before Genesis makes it to the ropes and stops the momentum with a knee to the face.
Arvin: Daniel with a boxing combo to the face and a high knee! Going for the pin-
1!
Colin: Genesis up at 1. Daniel gets him with a double axe handle before he can get to his face, I think it's smart to keep this pressure up, and a German Suplex into a bridge pin but no count as Genesis kicks again. This time Genesis throwing a series of quick punches to Daniel's head. Genesis off the ropes and Daniel with a surprise Big Bang Clothesline!! Going for the cover, Genesis reverses into a roll-up!
1!
Kendra: Daniel kicks now! Daniel picks him up for a tombstone...NO! That's the upside down bear hug! Demon Slayer! Genesis pushes his body down into a pin! Daniel kicks.
Arvin: Genesis doesn't accept this and he hits Daniel with the Geneside!! Going for the pin-
1!
Arvin: Daniel reverses into a roll-up!!
1!
2!
3!
Daniel wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, DANIEL!
Kendra: Oh and Genesis does not like that, not one bit, and SPEAR! GENESIS HITS THE GENESIDE! A SECOND! A THIRD....Omega X is in the ring and Omega gets in between them, Genesis going for the Geneside on Omega!
Arvin: Get him! Get him!
Colin: Omega with a Bionic Elbow and an OMEGA BUSTER! Omega throws Genesis out of the ring and they brawl to the back.
Kendra: We've got two matches left for you tonight, one a tremendous rivalry and the other having implications for Taxiderby.
Arvin: Two weeks til we hit MSG and it's gonna be a hell of a show.
Colin: And six chambers lowered into the arena...four in the corners and two in the ring, which means it's time for our penultimate match!
ELIMINATION CHAMBER
Ding ding ding!
Ash: The following contest is an elimination chamber match and it is for the first contender spot at Taxiderby!
SM Heartbreaker and Dinah Soar start.
Colin: Heartbreaker and Soar to start, Soar with a snap kick to SM and parlaying that into a multi kick combo! Dinah throws SM off the ropes and blasts him with a huracanrana!! Follows that up with some quick punches.
Kendra: Dinah wanting to show SM that she has a killer instinct and she certainly has a strong start in doing so. SM struggling to get a move in as Dinah Irish Whips him into the corner and hits him with a flip kick! He comes out of the corner and into her ripcord...Double Arm DDT! DDT REX! Going for the cover-
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Arvin: He barely gets his foot on the ropes. She gets up and he comes in with an uppercut-style spinning elbow! She responds with a 1-2 jab. He staggers back, she goes for a spin kick HE FLIPS HER OVER ON HER ANKLE AND LOCKS IN THE HEARTSHOOTER!
Colin: You can see the torment etched across her face as he puts the screws into her. This could be it but she just barely gets to the ropes. She gets up, using the ropes as leverage OH HE BLASTS HER WITH A SUPERKICK AND SHE SPILLS OUT TO THE CONCRETE!
Arvin: Few people can match the ring smarts of SM Heartbreaker and he drills her with the springboard tornado DDT!!
Kendra: She's struggling to her feet now but she gives SM a punch on her way up. Before she can get fully there V Trigger!! She gets rattled against the cell structure, recoils back into the waiting arms of SM and he hits her with a belly to back suplex. She rolls up and a spin kick back to him, and turns that into an enziguiri! These two had a war of words earlier and they're backing it up a bit!
Arvin: Dinah with the running dropkick and we're hitting the timing clock!
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!
A structure opens and Ragnarrr enters the match.
Arvin: YES! Ragnarrr is in the match and he immediately drops SM with a Ragnarrr bomb! Going for the pin but quickly up. Ragnarrr turns the energy now to Dinah and a Samoan Drop to her. And a boot to SM! Ragnarrr is on a rampage! Wait, look out! DDT-REX to Ragnarrr!! SM behind Dinah and Full-Nelson Suplex! Going for a pin-
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Colin: Dinah kicks! Ragnarrr charges them but gets double booted by SM and Dinah! SM hits Ragnarrr with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Dinah to the top rope, Meteor 630 to Ragnarrr!
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Ragnarrr is eliminated by Dinah Soar!
Kendra: Back to the first 2 but only for a moment, and Dinah takes that moment to hit SM with a jumping cutter.
10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!
A structure opens and WildFire enters.
Kendra: Wild in the match now! I don't think they even recognize this as Dinah off the ropes and an elbow drop to SM. WildFire seems very content to let these two destroy each other.
Colin: SM pops up with a European Uppercut to Dinah. Oh, here comes Wild now with a big dropkick to SM! SM to his feet and Wild has his attention now, kick to the dick and off the ropes with a devastating spinning neckbreaker! SM locks in the Heartshooter and Wild is struggling, trying to get to his feet, he may tap-NO He's able to push SM off but just barely.
Kendra: Dinah climbing to the top turnbuckle...she's hesitating a little too much! WildFire gets a head of steam going and dropkicks her into the empty chamber pod! Good lord! She bounces off with some significant impact...SM springboard dropkick to the outside! HE SENDS HER THROUGH THE POD! SM making the "you gonna cry?" to Dinah.
The crowd sends SM on a BOOOOOOOOOOS Cruise!
Arvin: BOOMANIA is back. No respect for a master talent. SM taking it in and Dinah SPEARS him into the turnbuckle post! Okay kid! She gets back up to the turnbuckle...did she learn nothing from last time? WildFire took care of that!
Colin: It looks like that's what she wants! She's actually goading WildFire...he takes the bait, charges her and she pulls a Spider-Man and hangs down and GRABS HIM! She's using the turnbuckle as leverage and is pulling him up! She is able to get him to the second turnbuckle and AVALANCHE NECKBREAKER! SHE CALLS THAT THE BRACHIOSORE! She should just pin him now...she's on the turnbuckle taking in the cheers though!
Kendra: Finish the job Dinah before you take the praise! SM tries to punch her off the turnbuckle, she grabs his arm and pulls him up! OH! HERE WE GO! She gets him up and BRACHIOSORE TO SM! She actually gets it!! This time she goes for the cover!
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SM Heartbreaker is eliminated by Dinah Soar!
Colin: WHOA! SHE'S SHOCKED! HE'S SHOCKED! I'M SHOCKED! THIS CROWD IS SHOCKED!
Kendra: And SM holds the back of his neck for a second and stares down Dinah for a hot minute. What's next? He...shakes her hand. Huh?
Arvin: See? You and the crowd and everyone boo SM but he's a good guy! He's respecting the person who disrespected him.
Colin: He leaves and she opens her hand...ah, there it is. He gave her a pair of knucks. That knowing smile as he leaves and she stares at the knucks as the countdown clock snaps into play. Only two possibilities remain.
10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!
A structure opens and 50 Cent enters.
Kendra: 50 Cent finally getting himself away from Diddy and into different fights, a possible title path for him!
Arvin: SM taking a seat outside and watching, motioning to Dinah to use the knuckles and she shakes her head and puts them off to the side! You're just gonna leave a weapon lying like that??
Colin: SM looks as flabbergasted as you are. I get not wanting to use them but this is careless. 50 is greeted by WildFire with a flurry of punches and hard hammer shots, throws him across the way and Dinah receives him with a huracanrana! Throws him back across the ring and Wild exploder suplexes 50 into the turnbuckle! What a welcoming committee! They both take a run and double dropkick to 50 in the corner!!
Kendra: Alliances are only temporary however and WildFire chokeslam tosses Dinah over to the other side of the ring!
Arvin: SM is starting to get Dinah's attention again, she landed right by the knuckles! This is another chance for her to use them and she's not taking it! SM taking a weird investment in her and you can see the frustration as he rubs his face.
Kendra: I think he wants to prove himself right that being a gimmick wrestler is no replacement for taking what you want.
Arvin: Is he wrong?
Kendra: I mean, having a character hasn't hurt Wonderwolf's title chances.
Colin: You have to admire Dinah's sticking to her guns here.
Dinah: I can do this!
Arvin: Dinah charges and WildFire is waiting for her! WildFire catches her into an elevated DDT! WildFire sees the knuckles now and you can tell this was not SM's plan.
Colin: Dinah with a running neckbreaker to 50 Cent. WildFire taking this opportunity while no one is looking to grab the knuckles!
Kendra: SM pulls the fedora off a fan in front and slams it down in frustration!
Arvin: Dinah turns around and SUPERMAN PUNCH BY WILDFIRE WITH THE KNUCKLES! That coulda been you Dinah!!
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Dinah Soar is eliminated by WildFire!
Kendra: And there's about a minute now before Neonyx enters the fray. 50 Cent with a running boot to Wild and he's getting himself in this thing. WildFire springs back up with an Enziguiri! 50 up quickly and a jumping neckbreaker to Wild!
Arvin: The kids are finally out of the pool! Wild going for a loaded punch but 50's smarter than that, blocks the knuckles but Wild's smarter than that and a spin kick to the back of 50's head! 50 staggers but doesn't fall and as Wild lands 50 headbutts him!
Colin: 50 getting some momentum now and lifts Wild up...Military Press! 50 going to the top...monster leg drop to WildFire! 50 coming back off the ropes for another one...WILD CATCHES HIM WITH A BRASS KNUCKLE UPPERCUT! And the last chamber is about to open!!
10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!
The last chamber opens and Neonyx Notorio enters!
Colin: Neonyx looking to take advantage of 50 Cent being flattened, going to the top for a Frog Splash and POSSUM PIN BY 50 CENT!
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Neonyx Notorio is eliminated by 50 Cent!
Arvin: SEE YA!
Kendra: He was Neo-Nixed! So now it's gonna come down to 50 Cent and WildFire! The crowd is on their feet chanting!
"FIDDY! FIDDY! FIDDY!"
Colin: The winner of this match has the dubious pleasure of fighting Balor Wolfe at Taxiderby! 50 to his feet! WildFire and 50 Cent staring each other down. Neither man scared of the other. WildFire trying for a loaded punch and 50 blocks it out of the way, responds with a Headbutt! Wild staggers back and 50 sends him across the ropes, picks him up and Military Press Out of the Ring!
Kendra: We've already had one person go through the glass today is it going to be 2...YES 50 CENT FOOTBALL TACKLES WILDFIRE THROUGH A POD! GOOOOOD LORD! 50 takes the battered WildFire out of the glass and carries him up by his neck to the top rope...we're gonna see that Top Rope Chokeslam, and 50's gonna see a Title shot at Taxiderby!!
Arvin: And off the...WHAT WILDFIRE REVERSES IT MIDAIR INTO A SPANISH FLY AND THEY LAND RIGHT INTO A DEATHROLL!!
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Kendra: The roll continues and 50 in control of the roll!
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Arvin: WildFire pushes the roll in the other direction...that can't feel good when you have just gone through glass!
Colin: These competitors don't care!
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Thr...the roll continues!
Kendra: The roll widens and flattens a little.
Colin: Looks a little like it got a flat tire...
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50 Cent is Eliminated Last, making WildFire your Winner!
Ash: Here is your winner, Wild-
Colin: What's Erica Lance doing here?
Arvin: She...is raising 50's hand?
Kendra: She's whispering to Ash.
Ash: After reviewing the tape, it has been determined that WildFire's shoulders were also on the mat! The winner is...
Colin: Winner is who?? It looks like Andra isn't letting go of WildFire's hand, but Erica isn't letting go of 50's!
The crowd murmurs in confusion. Erica and Andra argue, Ash gets in between them.
Colin: This...this doesn't happen here at MAWL very often.
Ash: I am being informed that due to the nature of this, the board will review and determine the best outcome. There will not be a winner declared today.
Arvin: What a letdown!
Colin: 50 and WildFire are being led to the back.
SM Heartbreaker is headed back to the locker room when he stops and turns around.
WildFire :"Hey Old Boy !!"
SM looks a little angry.
WildFire :"Ya I'm talking to you Old Man, we ain't done yet, not by a long shot! "
WildFire gets up in SM's face nose to nose and eye to eye.
WildFire : "I don't give two craps and a damn about who you beat. where you beat them, and when, you're yesterdays news Old Soul. You're nothing in my books, nothing but a hasbeen wannabe chasing old Glory days and high flying ways. This is my Yard ,Old Dog,, and it's time for someone to Old Yeller your ass. You think tonight matters, you think it changes anything?"
WildFire shakes his head eyes blazing with rage.
WildFire:
"I"
"Will"
"DESTROY"
"YOU"
"COMPLETELY"
"FOREVER"
WildFire turns to leave.
WildFire: "Enjoy what little time you have left Old Soul... We are far, far from done, !!!"
Colin: Makes sense that they'd both be in steamed moods, SM was frustrated by Dinah Soar multiple times over and then WildFire has to wait to know if he has a title shot.
Arvin: But we know that WildFire earned the shot, so I'm not sure why it's even a discussion.
Kendra: Well because his shoulders were also on the mat. Because the roll was going back and forth so much, it's hard to say who actually got the pin. Had either of them rolled just a little further, it'd have been clear.
Arvin: So make it a triple threat. Or maybe they both lost and Balor doesn't have to defend his title.
Kendra: Or have them hash it out one on one.
Colin: We'll know the board's decision on our April 11 show, talking place in Hartford, Connecticut. But we've got one more match for tonight, and that's been a longstanding rivalry between our current Asylum Champ Wonderwolf and Question Mark Vraag.
The lights go on in the arena. Wonderwolf is standing in the ring with a microphone. In every corner there is some kind of rock and in the ring there are 2 big chairs.
Wonderwolf:"Welcome to a special Champions edition of the Wolf's Den, with your new MAWL Asylum Champion!"
Wonderwolf holds his newly won title in the air and a pyro goes of in all four of the corners and Wonderwolf starts howling into the microphone and some people in the crows howl back at him
Wonderwolf:"I am very pleased to be here tonight and holding gold in MAWL for the first time in my career."
Suddenly the lights in the arena go off and the grinning face of Mark Vraag is appearing on the Titan Tron as the crows start booing
Mark Vraag:"Hey Wonderwolf, I told you before and now I will tell everyone. I know your secret!
The people in the crowd who were booing are silent now
Mark Vraag:"The mask you are wearing is not yours!"
Mark Vraag starts laughing sinisterly as the Titan Tron goes out and the lights in the arena go on again.
Wonderwolf is looking stunned in the ring as the crowd is buzzing.
Wonderwolf puts the microphone in front of his mouth and wants to speak, but after 2 seconds of silence, he drops the microphone and wants to leave the ring.
As he leaves the ring, the crowd starts making a lot of noise and do not understand what is happening.
Wonderwolf takes to steps towards the entrance, but turns around and climbs in the ring again.
He picks up the microphone and starts talking.
Wonderwolf:"I think it's story time"
The crowd stops making noise as everybody wants to hear what Wonderwolf is about to say
Wonderwolf:"I'll start at the beginning. When I started in wrestling I was known as 'Wonderboy' Ricky Thunder. I wasn't very successful, but one match would change my life.
About 3 years ago I wrestled a masked French wrestler called Le Grand Loup in a Mask vs Hair match.
I'm not proud to tell you this, but I cheated in the match to win.
I took his mask and started wearing it as a trophy and calling myself Wonderwolf.
But the mask also gave me confidence and I started winning matches and making a name for myself in the European Wrestling scene and was signed here at MAWL.
Wonderwolf takes a pause and sighs.
Wonderwolf:"So, that's my story. Do what you want with it.
The crows start buzzing again.
Wonderwolf:"As for you Mark, you just gave me another reason to knock you out! Because now I am the predator and you are the prey, and I will be the Last Man standing tonight!"
Wonderwolf drops the microphone and prepares to fight. Question Mark Vraag charges down the ring.
LAST MAN STANDING
QUESTION MARK VRAAG VS WONDERWOLF
Ash: Our final contest of the evening is a Last Man Standing Match! The winner will be decided when their opponent is unable to get up after a 10-count! Standing in the ring-
The lights go out.
Kendra: GENESIS IS IN THE RING! GENESIS LAYS QUESTION MARK VRAAG OUT WITH A GENESIDE! GENESIS LAYS QUESTION MARK OUT WITH A SECOND ONE! THREE! THREE GENESIDES!
Colin: Ah Ah Ah!
Arvin: I notice that he is not attacking Question though-I guess thieves recognize thieves.
Colin: Oh don't be crass.
Genesis: WE ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM YOU, WONDERWOLF. THE HOST DOES NOT CALL TO THE MASK, THE MASK CALLS TO THE HOST. DO NOT FEEL SHAME FOR HAVING WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY YOURS, NO MATTER HOW IT MAY HAVE COME TO BE THAT WAY.
Arvin: Told you.
Genesis: BECAUSE YOUR TALE HAS RESONATED WITH US, WE WILL NOT DESTROY YOU NOW. WE WILL WAIT FOR TAXIDERBY TO CLAIM THAT CHAMPIONSHIP FOR US.
Kendra: Genesis is making claim to Wonderwolf's championship! I feel Question Mark may have something to say about this now that their business is unfinished.
Colin: I feel Daniel may also have something to say now that Genesis has turned his attentions elsewhere!
Arvin: One thing's for sure. The road to Taxiderby just got a whole. Lot. Bumpier.
Colin: Couldn't have said it better myself. I'm Colin McRae, for Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones, saying good night.
The camera holds on Wonderwolf and Genesis staring down each other as Wonderwolf holds up the belt.
FADE TO BLACK
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