Maki Itoh: Konnichiwa! It’s your lovable, unstoppable and totally unbreakable Cutest in the World, Maki Itoh!

 

Highlights continue to be shown of Maki Itoh’s matches from around the world, as the voiceover continues to introduce her.

 

Voiceover: Before stepping into the wrestling ring, Maki Itoh was captivating audiences with her incredible voice and charming personality as a member of the idol group LinQ. She started her music career in 2012 and quickly became a fan favorite, winning hearts with her energetic performances and heartfelt singing. Despite her success, Itoh faced setbacks, including being let go from the idol group, but she never let that dim her spirit. Instead of giving up, Maki Itoh reinvented herself, taking her talents from the stage to the squared circle. In 2016, she made her debut in Tokyo Joshi Pro Wrestling. It wasn’t an easy transition. She had to prove herself in a completely new arena, facing tougher and more seasoned opponents. With her fiery spirit and undying determination, Itoh developed signature moves like the ‘Itoh Deluxe’ and the ‘Flying Big Head’, leaving her mark in every match she participated in. Her feuds with wrestlers like Thunder Rosa and Shoko Nakajima are the stuff of legend, showcasing her resilience and passion for the sport. Maki Itoh didn’t leave her musical roots behind. She often serenades the audience with her singing, blending her love for music and wrestling seamlessly. Her entrance performances are a highlight of TJPW shows, captivating the audience with her dual talents and adding a unique flavor to the wrestling world. Itoh always expresses her deep gratitude to her fans, acknowledging their unwavering support throughout her journey. She inspires her fans to pursue their dreams relentlessly, no matter the obstacles, just as she has done. Maki Itoh is not done yet. She’s set her sights on becoming the top wrestler in the world, aiming to capture every title and accolade there is. So, ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the reign of the Cutest in the World, the indomitable, the incredible, Maki Itoh!

 

The crowd goes wild. 

 

 

FEBRUARY 14, 2025

BATTLE CREEK, MICHIGAN

 

Fireworks go off as Muse "Madness" plays over the loudspeakers. Colin McRae and Bianca Diaz take their seat and the crowd cheers intensely.

 

 

Colin: Battle Creek, Michigan! Home of Rob Van Dam, one of the greatest to ever do it. Home to Zeke the Sneak. Wrestling blood runs through these streets. I'm Colin McRae.

 

Bianca: And I'm Bianca Diaz. We are one day out from our first official planned Pay Per View, Heart Condition, where we will have our Mania Title Four Chambers Match! The contenders are set, last week was dedicated to figuring that all out. But today we've got a solid card for you. Any card kicked off by legendary Maki Itoh is sure to be a banger.

 

Colin: You're absolutely right. But first, we have tag action coming your way. One of the competitors is backstage with Cristel right now. Cristel?

 

 

Cristel Bassano is walking backstage when she sees Wonderwolf talking to Johnny Dagger.

 

 

Cristel Bassano: Hello gentleman, I wonder If I can get a word with you.

 

Johnny Dagger: I was about to leave, so I leave you two to it.

 

Johnny Dagger walks away and Cristel turns her microphone towards Wonderwolf.

 

Cristel Bassano: Can you tell me what happened last week?

Wonderwolf thinks for a second.

 

Wonderwolf: Yes. I can tell you. Ragnarrr was tougher then I expected. He really caught me off guard with that Ragnarrr lock.

 

Wonderwolf looks into the camera.

 

Wonderwolf: Ragnarrr, I hope we meet again soon! I am sure we will have a great match again and this time the outcome will be different and I will make you tap out!

 

In the meantime a mysterious person is seen in the background.

 

Cristel Bassano: And what about your match this week?

 

Wonderwolf: Tonight I am teaming with Johnny Dagger who is one half of the Tag Team Champions. We just discussed our strategy.

 

While Wonderwold speaks the mysterious person comes closer.

 

Wonderwolf: And James D, you think you are Interesting? To me, you are just another business jerk. And Axel. I will show you my brutality!

 

Christel spots the mysterious man behind Wonderwolf and is startled by him.

 

Cristel Bassano: Look out Wonderwolf! There is someone behind you!

 

Wonderwolf turns around and stares right into the eyes of the masked Mark Vraag.

 

 

 Mark Vraag: Hallo Wonderwolf, Ik wilde je niet laten schrikken. Maar mag ik je iets vragen?

 

Wonderwolf is looking questioningly.

 

Wonderwolf: Dat mag Mark, but we better do it in English because we are live on the air and our viewers and audience can understand us this way.

 

Mark nods.

 

Mark Vraag: I want to ask you to team up with me and start a tag team. We can call it 'Double Dutch'. What do you think about that?

 

Wonderwolf is thinking for a second and answers.

 

Wonderwolf: I like you Mark, but the answer is NO for now. I just arrived here. I want to explore my possibilities. And I want to do that on my own!

 

Wonderwolf shakes his head and walks away quietly leaving Mark Vraag with more questions marks then are printed on his wrestling suit.

 

 

Colin McRae and Bianca sit at the desk.

 

 

Bianca: Thank you Cristel! WonderWolf is getting more direct with his words.

 

Colin: He's not wrong though, James D is a jerk in a suit. 

 

TAG TEAM MATCH

WONDERWOLF AND DANGEROUS JOHNNY DAGGER VS JAMES D AND AXEL

 

The crowd cheers. Ash Greaves and Andra Jones enter the ring.

 

 

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

 

Idlewild "Listen to What You've Got" plays as Axel walks out, shadowboxing down the aisle.

 

 

Ash: First, from Scunthorpe, England, weighing 200 pounds, Beautiful British Brutality, Axel!

 

Colin: I don't understand why Axel and Johnny aren't fighting with their usual tag team partners, but this will make undoubtedly for some interesting team combinations.

 

As Alter Bridge "White Knuckles" plays over the PA system, James D holds back until the song kicks in and then makes his way out from behind the curtain. As he moves into the sight of the fans, he's met with boos but this just brings a smile to his face. The boos continue to rain down towards James but it doesn't phase him as he makes his way down the ramp. James rolls into the ring and then stands in the corner as he awaits his opponent's entrance.

 

 

Ash: And his partner, from New York City, New York, weighing 190 pounds, the most interesting man in the world, James D!

 

The word "DANGER" flashes on the screen. "D is for Dangerous" by Arctic Monkeys plays. Red sirens reflect throughout the room and Dangerous Johnny Dagger stands on the apron, looking down. He stomps and pyro in the shape of a triangle forms around him. He looks up and the triangle pyro explodes outward. He runs at a full sprint towards the ring then without breaking stride slides in. He hits the mat with his fists and lets out a scream, at which time the fans cheer.

 

 

Ash: Their opponents! First, from Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, weighing in at 202 pounds, one half of the MAWL Tag Team Champions, DANGEROUS JOHNNY DAGGER!

 

Arena Lights go out, while heavy fog starts filling the entrance ramp, Wonderwolf's logo flashes over the screen, and an introductory video starts playing, as Wonderwolf makes his way to the ring with his entrance music. The light go out and a spotlight hits the center of the ring where Wonderwolf has started howling.

 

 

Ash: And his partner! From Amsterdam, Netherlands, weighing 200 pounds, WONDERWOOOOOLF!

 

The bell rings, Wonderwolf and James D start.

 

Colin: James and Wolf start us off. James runs from his corner and a Float-Over DDT! Wolf rolls himself back to his feet, James going for another and Wolf catches him into a Death Valley Driver! He locks in the Cloverbeef...unbelievable! James D is already tapping! That was a really quick win for Wolf, I don't know what happened there but if I were to venture a guess, the Monarch of the Mat tournament wiped James D's energy a bit. 

 

Wonderwolf defeats James D by submission!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Wonderwolf and Dangerous Johnny Dagger!

 

Bianca: Dagger and Axel didn't even figure into this match. But Wolf did what he said he came here to do. Alright, that's our first match done I guess. What's next?

 

Lively Mariachi music plays as Tortuga De Acero enters the stage with microphone in hand.

 

 

Colin: It looks like we're going to get a promo from Tortuga! 

 

Bianca: I bet you he started walking to the stage at the breakfast call.

 

Colin: That's cold. 

 

Bianca: So's his food I bet. You know that microphone is on, right? You can cut the promo from there.

 

Colin: Acero is old school, he wants to cut his promo in the ring. My guess is that Gallito is giving him a headstart. 

 

Bianca: So here comes Tortuga. His music doesn't match very well, does it?

 

Colin: No, it's kind of a weird juxtaposition. While we wait for Tortuga to get to the ring, let's cue up our next match. Ash?

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

Nightwish "The Phantom of the Opera" plays as Tragedeigh approaches the arena, her mask still not fixed. The crowd is mixed as she bows dramatically on the stage and pats Tortuga on the back then walks down the ramp. Tortuga gives her a wave but she is too far ahead to see it.

 

 

Ash: First! From Edina, Minnesota, the Gen Z Dramaturge, TRAGEDEIGH!

 

Colin: She was somewhat spoiled by the crowds in Minnesota, but Michigan is much cooler towards her, continuing what Wisconsin laid in. 

 

As Tragedeigh enters the ring, Stereophonics "Movie Star" plays. Danielle Fishel struts out with her Givenchy shades and fur coat telling the audience to talk to the hand.

 

 

Ash: And her opponent, from Hollywood, California, Ms. Must-See TV, Danielle Fishel!

 

The bell rings. 

 

Bianca: Tragedeigh looking for redemption after last week Danielle Fishel robbed her of a chance at the Four Chambers and what's that noise?

 

Tortuga shrugs sheepishly as he accidentally touched the top of the microphone causing feedback. As this distracts Andra, Danielle low blows Tragedeigh again. 

 

Colin: Oh no! It looks like a repeat and Tortuga may have just accidentally cost Tragedeigh the match! Girl Meets World and Tragedeigh meets end! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Danielle Fishel wins by Pinfall with the Girl Meets World!

 

 

Bianca: And Ralph Silva has already started to bend Tragedeigh's ear and now some rage at the turtle may make the deal that much sweeter. 

 

Colin: Speaking of which, he's still not to the ring, but we do have a clip of a match featuring Gallito! Let's check it out. 

 

 

WYOMING

 

The camera pans across a lively county fair setting, with fans enjoying fried food, carnival rides, and a giant wrestling ring set up near the main stage.

 

 

Jimbo Tucker: "Folks, it’s a special night here in MAWL because me and Wild Wally actually WON a contest to call this match live at the Sweetwater County Fairgrounds!"

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "That’s right, Jimbo! Turns out all those questionable meat-eating contests I entered finally paid off!"

 

Jimbo Tucker: "And I won mine by drinking two gallons of sweet tea faster than a raccoon in a sugar rush!"

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "But enough about our gastronomical achievements—it’s time for some wrestling!"

 

A loud ROOSTER CROW blares through the PA system, sending the crowd into a frenzy. El Gallito Loco sprints out, flapping his arms like wings as he bounces toward the ring.

 

 

Jimbo Tucker: "Here he comes! The craziest little rooster in lucha libre—El Gallito Loco!"

 

Gallito Loco jumps onto the apron, pecking at the turnbuckle, then climbs to the top rope and lets out a heroic crow. The crowd claps along, laughing at his over-the-top antics.

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "This bird ain't afraid of nothin'—except maybe a deep fryer!"

 

Suddenly, the mood shifts as a grand southern jazz tune fills the fairgrounds. Out struts Kenneth Tuckey IX, dressed in a crisp white suit with gold trim, a bolo tie, and a golden bucket in hand. He walks down the ramp smugly, stopping to wipe imaginary dirt off his suit before stepping onto the apron.

 

 

Jimbo Tucker: "And here comes the man himself—Kenneth Tuckey IX, a Southern aristocrat with a mean streak a mile wide!"

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "Look at that suit! You think he knows we’re at a county fair?"

 

Jimbo Tucker: "You see that bucket? That ain't chicken, Wally. That’s pure gold."

 

Tuckey steps through the ropes, removes his jacket, and waves dismissively at Gallito like he’s beneath him.

 

The bell rings, and Tuckey immediately extends a hand to Gallito, offering a "gentleman’s handshake." Gallito hesitates… but the moment he reaches out—Tuckey SLAPS him across the face! The crowd boos as Tuckey laughs, adjusting his cufflinks.

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "That wasn't very hospitable!"

 

Jimbo Tucker: "A handshake in MAWL ain't never meant nothin' good!"

 

Gallito, holding his cheek, suddenly hops in place, shaking with dramatic fury before charging at Tuckey! Tuckey sidesteps—Gallito rebounds off the ropes and hits a flying headbutt to the gut!

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "THE PECK! HE GOT ‘EM WITH THE PECK!"

 

Tuckey stumbles back, clutching his stomach. Gallito hops up onto the middle rope and flaps his arms, taunting him. Tuckey turns—Gallito jumps for a crossbody! But Tuckey CATCHES him mid-air!

 

Jimbo Tucker: "Oh no! He caught that chicken mid-flight!"

 

Tuckey slams Gallito down with a gutbuster, sending the smaller man rolling across the mat in pain.

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "That rooster just got de-boned!"

 

Tuckey takes his time, dusting off his hands before delivering a knee drop to Gallito’s back. He grabs Gallito by the mask and starts mockingly fanning him like he’s trying to keep him cool.

 

Kenneth Tuckey IX (to the crowd): "Somebody fetch this bird a proper cookin' temperature!"

 

He drags Gallito up and locks in the Southern Hospitality (Million Dollar Dream)! Gallito flails wildly, legs kicking like a panicked chicken! The crowd claps, trying to rally him back!

 

Jimbo Tucker: "He’s got the Southern Hospitality locked in tight—this might be over quick!"

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "That bird’s wings are clipped!"

 

Gallito starts to fade, but then he starts stomping his feet in rhythm. The crowd gets louder! He flaps his arms, gathering energy! He rears back and pecks Tuckey’s hand with his teeth!

 

Jimbo Tucker: "HE’S BITING HIM! THAT ROOSTER’S FIGHTING DIRTY!"

 

Tuckey stumbles back, shaking his hand. Gallito hits the ropes and delivers the Rooster Rumble (Rapid Chops)!

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "Here come the chops! One! Two! Three! OH, and a BIG wind-up CHOP!"

 

Tuckey stumbles into the corner, dazed. Gallito climbs to the top rope, flapping for the crowd! He leaps—CRAZY COOP DIVE (Frog Splash)

 

Gallito soars—but Tuckey yanks the referee in the way! The ref collapses as Gallito lands hard!

 

Jimbo Tucker: "Oh, come on! He just sacrificed the ref like a Sunday meal!"

 

With the ref down, Tuckey reaches into his golden bucket and pulls out a fistful of powder. Gallito stumbles to his feet—Tuckey throws the powder—Gallito ducks!

 

The powder goes right into Tuckey’s own eyes! He staggers blindly—Gallito rolls him up! The ref groggily counts!

 

ONE… TWO… THREE!

 

(DING DING DING!)

 

Winner: El Gallito Loco (via pinfall, 7:45)

 

 

Gallito jumps up, flapping his arms like crazy! The crowd erupts as he sprints around the ring, crowing in celebration! Meanwhile, Tuckey stumbles blindly, falling face-first into his own golden bucket!

 

Jimbo Tucker: "I don’t believe it! The Crazy Little Rooster just upset the Southern Aristocrat!"

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen at a county fair—and I once saw a pig win a hot dog eating contest!"

 

Gallito hops onto the turnbuckle, yelling, "THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WIN!" as the fans chant along. Tuckey, still blinded, angrily shouts for his butler, but nobody comes to help. He stumbles out of the ring, furious, as Gallito continues his over-the-top celebration!

 

Match Rating: ★★★★☆ (Fun, chaotic, and crowd-pleasing)

 

Highlight: Tuckey’s powder mishap and Gallito’s comedic antics

 

Aftermath: Tuckey vows revenge, calling the match an "absolute disgrace to Southern tradition!"

 

Jimbo Tucker: "I gotta say, Wally—winning this contest to call this match was the best decision of my life."

 

Wild Wally Watkins: "And my second-best decision was eating that entire funnel cake earlier!"

 

 

Colin and Bianca can't hide their amusement.

 

 

Colin: That crazy rooster. I've grown endeared to him.

 

Bianca: And it looks like the rooster has joined! Which is good as Tortuga has finally made the ring!

 

Tortuga de Acero stands in the ring, microphone in hand, taking a deep, deliberate breath. He gazes out at the crowd with the wisdom of a man about to deliver the most profound speech in lucha libre history. Behind him, El Gallito Loco bounces excitedly, flapping his arms like a rooster, hyping up the audience.

 

 

TORTUGA DE ACERO:

"Ahhh… my people…" 

 

He pauses dramatically, letting the silence hang.

 

"We stand before you… warriors of the street… unbreakable… unwavering… like the mighty tortoise in the great race of destiny…"

 

The crowd chuckles as El Gallito Loco rolls his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently.

 

"They say the hare was fast… too fast… but the tortoise… the tortoise was wise… and slow… and steady… and strong…"

 

El Gallito waves his arms frantically, trying to hurry him up.

 

"Much like our strategy in the ring… we do not rush… we do not panic… we wait… we watch… we stri—"

 

EL GALLITO LOCO (interrupting):

"Okay, okay, viejo, we don’t need a bedtime story! We are LOS HÉROES DE LA CALLE! Fast! Furious! FIERCE! You talk about slow and steady—meanwhile, I’m out here flying like a fiery phoenix of lucha greatness!"

 

He flaps his arms, does a spin, and accidentally trips over Tortuga de Acero’s foot, tumbling to the mat. Tortuga sighs, shaking his head.

 

TORTUGA DE ACERO (shrugging):

"And yet, my friends… this is why the tortoise wins the race."

 

The crowd erupts in laughter as El Gallito scrambles back to his feet, dramatically flexing like nothing happened. Tortuga nods slowly, content with his wisdom, while El Gallito strikes martial arts poses in the background.

 

The lights go completely out.

 

Colin: I have to say I'm not a fan of what's about to happen.

 

As the lights go from out to red and red mist shows, La Sangre Maldita have appeared in the ring, with Sombras perched on the turnbuckle.

 

 

Bianca: Look out! Gallito run! Oh no, Sangre has him up and it's an ETERNAL CURSE! Tortuga trying to amble towards? Away? I'm not really sure but ETERNAL CURSE TO TORTUGA! Sangre and Sombras going for the double pin already and Silva motioning to Andra to do her job. 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

La Sangre Maldita wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ralph: Here are your winners, Mal Sangre and Sombras, La Sangre Maldita!!!

 

Colin: That...can that even be classified as a match? That was pure destruction! Hopefully the rest of our card has some spunk to it.

 

 

Damian: For years, I travelled the globe, acquiring knowledge, collecting specimens and breaking limbs, until I landed in MAWL for the Bloodstar match at Absolute Zero. Now, I'm a believer in the power of leeches, so I'm no stranger to bloodletting and 3 unfortunate souls became the first victims as I forge my path of destruction and suffering…but then, one specimen caught me off guard and took a pipe to my cranium. Black Saber, you made a grave mistake young man, you became the first obstacle in my path, and now, like my other specimens, I must dissect you.

 

 

Daniel just arrived at the stadium wearing his black leather jacket, white shirts and jeans before a beautiful young lady calls and runs over to him.

 

 

Cristel: EXCUSE ME, DANIEL? CAN I HAVE A MINUTE WITH YOU?

 

Daniel stops and turn to the lady. She slows down and stop before his towering figure.

 

Cristel: My name is Cristel Bassano, can I have a short interview about your debut match vs Ace last week?

 

Daniel frowns a bit before answering,

 

Daniel: Ace…was okay.

Cristel: Okay?...

 

Daniel: He’s…durable. Solid moves…almost got me.

 

Cristel: (slowly getting overly excited) I’ve read your profile and some of us -officials- got wondered if we’re going to see the ‘Destroyer’ re-awakened last week, especially after Ace connected his powerbomb…TWO TIMES

 

Daniel goes silent, glaring at Cristel with his light blue sharp eyes, making her realize that it might not be a good idea to brought this topic up after all.

 

To her surprise, Daniel suddenly starts laughing hard.

 

Cristel laughs along even though she’s not really sure of what’s going on.

 

The laughter gradually subsides, Daniel shakes his head and replies in a calm yet half-cold tone,

 

Daniel: Destroyer…is no more, Cristel. I make sure of it.

 

He nods as if he tried to confirm himself.

 

Daniel: I’ve trained hard for it.

 

Cristel looks puzzled for a second before switching to another topic, trying to avoid the awkward situation.

 

Cristel: How about your match in the upcoming night or Heart Condition pvp? Any comment about your opponents?

 

Daniel: The chamber match…?

 

Daniel looks down while tilting his head slowly.

 

Daniel: A good hunting ground.

 

He shifts his eyes straight back into hers with a full of enthusiastic glare.

 

Cristel: (stammering) Hunt…Hunting ground?

 

Daniel nods.

 

Daniel: I’ve read the match card…Rade…Mal Sangre…they are…

 

He pauses and takes a deep breath.

 

Daniel: …I've faced their kind thousand times…entities like them…in my whole life…While Moon…He’s different…swift…majestic…unpredictable…BUT…

 

He raises his pointer finger in front of Cristel,

 

Daniel: What really matters is…

 

Cristel starts to shudder a little.

 

Daniel:…Are they the source…?

 

He pans his finger sideway, making Cristel follow it subconsciously. She feels the tension on her spine.

 

Cristel: Source of what?

 

Daniel closed his eyes and inhales, smelling something from the air, then leans in to whisper to Cristel.

 

Daniel: Evil….

 

Cristel is rapt now.

 

Daniel: Can’t you feel it? It reeks…all around…

 

Cristel looks around uneasy, feeling goosebumps all over her.

 

Daniel: HAH! I think I’m going to love it here…Tonight will be a good warm up...Hunting time!

 

Daniel breaks the interview by walking away humming, leave the bewildered Cristel behind.

 

 

 

Colin and Bianca prepare for the next match.

 

 

Colin: Daniel is doing all he can to hold back the Destroyer, but I don't know if that's a losing game.

 

Bianca: And honestly, maybe the Destroyer would not be the worst thing to bring to the table. Let's see how he does on his own.

 

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

DANIEL VS TANK VANGUARD VS WILDFIRE

 

Ash Greaves enters the ring.

 

 

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

 

The arena goes black and the crowd gets hushed. For a moment nothing happens. Then, the Titantron goes white and the word "Wildfire" appears. A voice over the Titantron says, "Better than the Best!!! 12 out of 10!!! 8 stars out of 5!!! Simply the Greatest EVERRR!!!" WildFire charges out of the crowd sliding into the ring. WildFire kneels in the center of the ring both arms raised. Fireworks Explode from the 4 ring posts as "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister plays.

 

 

Ash: First! From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Monarch of the Mat, WILDFIRE!!!

 

Colin: After a quick set of wins leading up to the final, WildFire and Maverick gave it truly their all but WildFire just etched it out. A truly inspiring performance for someone who stepped in last minute and earned that crown. Maverick no doubt licking her wounds.

 

Bianca: I honestly am relieved...I would have hated to see what Maverick could become given a monarchy. Better to keep her in the woods for now.

 

Ryutqc "He is Back" plays. The lights dim as green and red lasers cut through the darkness. A thunderous explosion of artillery-style pyro erupts at the entrance. Tank Vanguard steps onto the stage, scanning the crowd before giving a sharp salute. His titantron displays a scorched wasteland, the word TANK appearing behind him.

 

 

 

Ash: His opponents! First, from the Barracks, weighing in at 275 pounds, Scorched Earth, TANK VANGUARD!

 

Bianca: This man truly intimidates me. And that doesn't happen often. Tank one of the individuals who quickly made his mark and secured a place in the Four Chambers Match, where he will be up against Ragnarrr, Gozu, and SM Heartbreaker, so I feel we'll be seeing plenty of him.

 

Colin: And that just leaves the man containing the Destroyer.

 

Loud-repeating booms fills the arena with big letter ‘D’ showing up in the titantron before it changes to ‘Daniel’ as the soundtrack "Waiting" by Not Forgotten played through the PA. Daniel walks slowly in his long coat through the ramp down to the ring. His eyes are fixed and focused, locking on to his opponent. He climbs the steel stair and enters the ring through the 2nd rope. Finally he’s posing his Destroyer’s Roar with loud big banged pyros from the turnbuckle behind him.

 

 

Ash: AND! From Moultree County, Illinois, weighing in at 284 pounds, DANIEL!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Tank wasting no time with a crushing clothesline to WildFire! WildFire bumps up and takes it down the line to Daniel with an brutal enziguiri. Will Daniel complete the chain? He attempts to but Tank sidesteps and smashes his head into WildFire. WildFire with a hurricanrana to Daniel and tries to get a pin but way too early for that.

 

Bianca: Not enough to kick up, Daniel lifts WildFire up and drills him down with a Pumphandle Slam. Daniel grappling with Tank, Wildfire to his feet and helps Daniel with a team chokeslam! And Wildfire throwing the fists at Daniel now, that was a short lived team up. Tank joining Wildfire as they hammer fist Daniel. 

 

Colin: The thing about a triple threat match is it so easily can become a handicap match. WildFire trying to wrap it up with a Death Roll pin to Tank-

 

1!

2!

 

Bianca: Tank is up! Tank and Daniel charge Fire, but he hits em with a dual arm drag. Tank launches Daniel to the outside and nails Wildfire with a Concussive Blast!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tank Vanguard wins by Pinfall with a Concussive Blast on Wildfire!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Tank Vanguard! 

 

Bianca: And Daniel back in the ring with a steel pipe, gets in Vanguard's face! Vanguard swats the pipe out of his hand. Wildfire decides to peace out, and Daniel is saying to ring the damn bell. I guess this became an elimination match? But hey here we go.

 

Colin: Tank motioning he already won but Daniel isn't backing down and Tank throws a punch. They go blow for blow! Tank punctuates it with a headbutt! 

 

Bianca: Careful what you wish for Danny. Daniel attempts a lariat, Tank blocks it and Flatliner! Stomping Daniel in the head now. Daniel's look is scaring me a bit...he's putting on the mask. Oh no, Tank done did it.

 

Colin: Powerbomb! POWERBOMB! CHOKESLAM! BACKBREAKER! GUTBUSTER! ABSOLUTE WRECKING TO TANK! FRONT SLAM! THE HOLY WRATH OF THE DARK HAND HAS BEEN UNLEASHED!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Dark Hand wins by Pinfall with the Holy Wrath!

 

 

Purple Fire shoots up from the ring posts as Dark Hand lets out the Destroyer's Roar. 

 

Colin: Well that was something.

 

The purple fire dies down and Destroyer takes his mask off. Daniel leaves the ring.

 

The lights flicker on and off. When they are off all that can be seen is a glowing red mask. When they are on briefly Rade is seen. Ann "Atomic" Lee can be heard and sometimes seen herself.

 

 

Ann: Four little lambs just lining for the slaughter. You do not yet grasp what situation you have found yourselves in. We have surveyed your actions. We have watched your fights. We have witnessed the palpitating of your veins, the transit in and out of your hearts of the sanguine sensation you distastefully hoard for yourselves.

 

Blood Drawn? And then where does the blood go from there? Wasted, and frittered, beautiful liquid sent to the wastelands, discarded into mops and never to be seen again. Such abandonment, such irresponsibility

 

Kyu Ketsu. The Vampire. You hoard the blood for yourself, you are not the type to say "this round is on me." Selfish usurper. You take more than enough to sustain yourself and leave nothing to the world. If I could I'd drive a stake through your heart but for now we shall have to settle for spilling your drink.

 

Gozu. You interest us the most. But only because you hold in you the most blood of any of our competitors. We could sustain our charity, our sharing with the world, for months off you alone. You have withheld your plasma for too long. It is time to donate.

 

You see, Rade's advantage to all of you is his generosity. He collects the blood, and then he shares the blood. And with four specimens, there will be much blood to collect and share. Perhaps we will share of our collection with you all. If you ask nicely. The citizens of this league would all benefit from redistribution of resources. This may be the last charity you give to, so we will ensure your donation is considerable.

 

And Moon. Poor sweet Moon. Someone saw fit to offer you as a sacrifice. Do not take it personally, this happens to all royals eventually. If it is not guillotine, it's leeches. If it's not leeches, it's rats. If it's not rats, it's Rade. You would be wise not to wear your best tunic, lest you also wish it be your funeral shroud.

 

You all have time to reconsider your positions in this match, but I hope that I can appeal to your sense of charity, so that we can continue to spread our mission of love by your blood. Simply put-

 

Rade: Run...or perish.

 

Ann cackles maniacally as the light goes out, and we see the glow of Rade's mask one last time.

 

 

Colin and Bianca sit unnerved at their desk.

 

 

Colin: Who you're hearing there is our former colleague Ann "Atomic" Lee, taken in by Rade and made his vessel of sorts. That opened the door for all sorts of creepiness to come our way. I haven't been too keen on it.

 

 

Bianca: Me either. So let's move from the creepy to the epic, as we face down a match of Olympic proportions. Ash?

 

 

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE

THOR THE KING OF KINGS VS RAGNARRR

 

Ash Greaves stands in the ring.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a falls count anywhere match!

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

The arena goes dark and lightning strikes as Led Zeppelin "Immigrant Song" runs through the speakers. Thor comes down on a zipline holding his Mjolnir. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent, from Belize, weighing in at 245 pounds, the King of Kings! THOR!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: This battle may well be epic. Thor starts with a headlock into a sleeper, but Ragnarrr fights his way out with ease. Thor coming off the ropes now, and Ragnarrr catches him with a fisherman suplex! Thor pushes his way up from the potential pin and turns it around to a half nelson suplex! Ragnarrr pulls himself out and up, throwing Thor off the ropes again and blue thunder bomb! 

 

1!

 

Bianca: Thor kicks at 1 and a bunch of fists to Ragnarrr's face. Little early to try to pin a god. Ragnarrr boots him back and T-Bone DDT. Ragnarrr with a low kick to get him away. Thor off the ropes, looking for the cross body and Ragnarrr catches him! Release Samoan over the ropes! Backing up, I don't know that this is a great idea and Ragnarrr takes to the sky...THOR CATCHES HIM AND A POWERSLAM ONTO THE FLOOR! Thor throwing the punches to the face of Ragnarrr now. Ragnarrr pushes Thor off and digs under the ring to find a lead pipe! Thor ducks the pipe swing and lariat to the back of the head!

 

Colin: Thor taking the pipe from Ragnarrr and driving it into his ribcage! And across the face for good measure! Ragnarrr sidesteps another swing and a belly to belly! Going for the cover but again, Thor gets out easily. Thor with a quick forearm shot to graze Ragnarrr's face. Ragnarrr responds with a stiff punch! THOR PULLS RAGNARRR'S BEARD INTO A RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE! You don't go for a man's beard!

 

Bianca: Not something you know much about Colin.

 

Colin: Rude. But true. Thor picking the pipe back up and Ragnarrr gets him with a Fisherman DDT before he can get back up! Ragnarrr clonks Thor on the head with the pipe and tosses it away. Ragnarrr has Thor's hammer!! RAGNARRR IS WORTHY!!!

 

Bianca: Thor doesn't agree! Thor with a swift kick to the gut, takes Mlojnir back and UPPERCUTS RAGNARRR WITH IT! That's not some squish hammer, that's real steel under the chin of Ragnarrr! Thor putting his foot on Ragnarrr's chest and daring him to get up. 

 

1!

 

Colin: Ragnarrr takes that dare! Back on his feet. Thor responds to that with a boot to the face. Ragnarrr returns with another heavy fist, and a light slap after just to embarrass him. A jumping armbar takedown to Thor. Ragnarrr getting in the Ragnarrr Lock! Thor struggling...struggling...reaching for the railing but rope breaks don't count in falls count anywhere NO HE DROPS THE RAILING ON RAGNARRR'S HEAD! Ragnarrr looks pissed now.

 

Bianca: Ragnarrr grabs Thor by his hair, dragging him to the Ramp and RAGNARRR BOOOOOMB! 

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: THOR KICKS UP! THOR KICKS OUT OF THE RAGNARRR BOMB! Ragnarrr is frustrated as hell! Ragnarrr tries to get a suplex going and Thor reverses it! Thor picks up the broken railing! Ragnarrr boots the railing right into Thor's face! Ragnarrr tries to pull Thor up and THOR WITH THE THUNDERSTRUCK! Thor going for the pin and RAGNARRR MONKEY FLIPS HIM INTO THE OTHER BARRICADE! 

 

Bianca: Ragnarrr now with the loose railing, trying to use it like a chair and Thor ducks and sweeps him! Ragnarrr eats the rail! You'd think they'd learn that's kind of an unwieldy weapon. Thor powerslamming Ragnarrr onto the railing and going for the pin, but Ragnarrr is up before 1 and a Fisherman DDT to Thor onto the piece of railing! Stomping Thor out now! Stomp and Thor moves! Ragnarrr's feet go through the bars and Thor kicks him in the leg! Thor backing up and a low dropkick to the leg of Ragnarrr! Thor lifting Ragnarrr up...THE RAILING IS STILL ATTACHED! GOOD GOD Y'ALL! 

 

Colin: Burning Hammer position...holding...hoooolding....MJOLNIR'S WRATH! Going for the pin!

 

1!

2!

 

Bianca: HOLY SHIT RAGNARRR SOMEHOW KICKS UP! WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE? And he uses the railing on his foot for a spin kick!!!

 

Colin: Finally getting it off but you can tell he's hobbling a little. Fist drop to Thor, and he locks in an Ultimate Armbar! THOR REVERSES IT! RAGNARRR REVERSES IT BACK AND CRANKS IT UP!! THOR TAPS!!! THOR TAPS!!!

 

Ragnarrr wins with the Ultimate Armbar!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, RAGNARRR!!!!

 

Bianca: Ragnarrr takes the win, but he's gonna have to ice that leg up real good if he wants a chance at the Four Chambers Match tomorrow. 

 

 

Damian Blackheart and Black Saber stare each other down backstage preparing for their fight when Leila Blake runs into them.

 

 

Leila: So, I know I promised you both a match today, but Black Sable versus Damian Blackheart will have to be postponed. Very sorry. I owed a competitor a match and Blackheart you will be facing that person pretty much right now, as in they're about to introduce you so you should go. Black Sable, I have someone for you too, I promise. I'll make it up to you both. Thanks so much for understanding.

 

Blackheart and Saber look at each other for a moment then Blackheart walks towards the arena area. 

 

 

Colin and Bianca sit at their desk. 

 

 

Colin: It's wild how things can change in a week. At the beginning of this week Damian Blackheart was the exciting new hire who dominated an almost entire Bloodstar Match and Black Saber was the one who stopped him cold. And now Leila can't even get Saber's name right and Damian is just being shuffled around.

 

Bianca: Well, Ash is going to fill in the gaps for us here I'm sure. Ash?

 

Ash stands in the middle of the ring. 

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

This Gift is a Curse "Deceiver" as the arena goes pure black save for some smoke. Through the smoke the plague mask can be seen, though not much else of Damian Blackheart.

 

 

Ash: First! From the Silk Road, London, weighing in at 228 pounds, DAMIAN BLAAAAACKHEART!

 

Colin: And now I guess we're going to find the individual who Leila forgot she promised a match to and put a big ol' stick in a potential rivalry as a result.

 

The lights go pure yellow and Subwoolfer "Give that Wolf a Banana" plays.

 

Bianca: Oh you gotta be kidding me. This is so embarrassing.

 

Banana Ben comes onto the stage gyrating and trying to get the crowd to sing along to his song. Some are into it, many not. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent, from Sandwich, New Hampshire, weighing in at 258 pounds, Banana Ben!!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And you can tell that Damian perceives an easy victory here, and everything else is torment. Blackheart comes in with some quick punches and off the rope, sharp clothesline! And taking Banana Ben off the ropes and BANANA DUCKS THE SCALPEL KICK! COMING BACK AROUND AND HITS A SPLASH! Banana picks him up into the Accordion Rack! BANANA BOAT! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Banana Ben wins by Pinfall with the Banana Boat!

 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Banana Ben!

 

Bianca: And Blackheart is absolutely gobsmacked! This was not how he envisioned his first singles match to go! 

 

Colin: This is not how I envisioned to go either! Banana Ben taking down one of the hottest commodities out there and making it look like nothing!

 

Blackheart leaves the ring as "Give that Wolf a Banana" plays and Banana Ben gyrates. Black Saber storms out with a microphone in his hand before his music can even start and tosses Banana Ben out of the ring!

 

 

Bianca: And this wrestler looks pretty hopping mad. I would be too.

 

Black Saber: Listen up, MAWL! I didn’t come here to make friends, I came here to show you all who the real king of this ring is! You think you can stop me? Not even an army of 10,000 Jesus Christs could take me down!

 

He paces the ring, pointing at a picture of Leila Blake on the titantron.

 

 

Black Saber: And you, you think you can control me? You’re just a puppet in my game! Your so-called champions? They’re nothing but glorified training dummies to me! 

 

 

Colin: If he feels that way about our roster, he's going to hate his opponent.

 

 

He turns to the crowd, his voice dripping with disdain.

 

 

Black Saber: And you fans? You cheer for losers! You should be thanking me for bringing real entertainment to this pathetic excuse for a wrestling company!

 

He glares at the commentators, a sneer on his face.

 

Black Saber: And you guys? Keep talking, because I love hearing how wrong you are about me! I’m not just a wrestler; I’m a force of nature! Bow down or get out of my way!

 

With that, he drops the mic and raises his arms, soaking in the mix of cheers and boos, marking the beginning of his reign of dominance in the MAWL. The Star Trek Theme plays as Fred Shyrte comes out.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent, from West Leroy, Michigan, weighing 160 pounds, Fred Shyrte!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Saber off the ropes, going for the Springboard Tornado DDT! Keeping the hold and up we go, completely vertical, knee brainbuster! And if I had to guess what would come next, it's the Rear Naked sure enough there it is.

 

Bianca: Did someone order the Saber Combo? And Fred taps out.

 

Black Saber wins by Submission with the Saber Combo!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Black Saber!

 

Colin: And the fans are pretty middling on that. It's hard to be the acts that follow that knock-down drag-out fight between Thor and Ragnarrr, and Saber worked with what he was given. 

 

The lights in the MAWL arena flicker wildly before cutting to black. The sound of static crackles through the speakers, broken by deep, ragged breathing. A slow, eerie red light seeps from under the ring, crawling up the ramp like an open wound in the darkness. The distorted screech of metal scraping against concrete cuts through the silence, signaling the arrival of Gozu. A low, guttural chuckle echoes as the masked figure emerges, dragging his steel chair behind him, his body twitching with every erratic step.

 

He slides into the ring, pacing in short, jagged movements, his head snapping to the side as if reacting to unseen voices. His breathing is heavy, labored, each exhale carrying a hint of fevered excitement. He grips the microphone, bringing it to his mask, his voice a distorted whisper at first, before it cracks into something darker

 

Gozu: Three bodies. Three souls. Three... offerings to the chaos we bring.

 

He stops pacing, tilting his head, as if listening to the other side of a conversation no one else hears.  He flings the chair at the corner, silencing whatever voice was interrupting him.

 

Gozu:  "RADE.. Blood Drawn... Moon… we’ve been watching you. We’ve seen you fight, seen you bleed, seen you crawl through this battlefield we call a ring. And yet... none of you are ready for what we bring.

 

He suddenly grips the ropes, shaking them violently, his voice rising in fevered excitement.

 

Gozu:  RADE... you love the blood, don’t you? You crave it. The sight, the smell, the taste of it spilling onto this canvas like a masterpiece of pain. You think that makes you special? HA! You don’t know what it means to truly lose yourself in it. We don’t just crave blood, RADE... we drown in it! We bathe in it! And when we tear into you, when we split you open and let your beloved red flow, let’s see if you’re still smiling… or if you’re drowning in your own masterpiece.

 

Gozu clutches his head suddenly, rocking back and forth, muttering unintelligibly before snapping upright, his voice shifting to a cruel snarl.  An indecipherable gutteral retort cracks from him as he spins to face no one behind him.  Just as abruptly he turns back and continues.

 

Gozu:  And then there’s you, Blood Drawn. You love to talk about violence, don’t you? You whisper your threats, speak of the agony you’ll bring, like a poet singing about war. But we are not poets. We do not promise violence. We deliver it. You don’t need to listen to our words, Blood Drawn—you’ll feel them, carved into your bones, written in your blood, as we break you apart piece by piece.

 

His breath hitches, his body trembling with suppressed laughter before he turns toward the camera, addressing Moon directly.

 

Gozu:  And Moon… oh, Moon... you shine so brightly, don’t you? You walk with your head high, smiling, loving these people... and they love you. But love won’t save you. The cheers won’t put your bones back together. This ring isn’t a place for heroes. It’s a place for destruction. And that’s why we’re here, Moon—to take everything you hold dear and leave you in ruin.

 

Gozu suddenly drops to his knees, pressing his hand flat against the mat as if feeling the heartbeat of the ring itself. His breathing is erratic, his voice dropping into an unsettling whisper.  He begins to rythmicly slam his fist down onto the mat imitating a beating heart.

 

Gozu: This match isn’t about survival. None of you will survive.

 

He lets the silence hang heavy for a moment before slowly lifting his head, his body trembling with raw energy, his punches to the canvas speeding up rapidly.

 

Gozu:  There won’t be one of you left standing. Not RADE, not Blood Drawn, not Moon. This isn’t a contest. It isn’t a fight. This... this is a massacre.

 

Gozu grips the microphone tighter, his fingers twitching, his head snapping to one side as he lets out a quiet, broken laugh.  The rhymic hits to the mat cease.

 

Gozu:  You are all walking into your own ending. When the bell rings, when the chaos begins, there will be no victory... only destruction. Because we’re not here to win... we’re here to end you.

 

Gozu’s breathing becomes heavier, more ragged, his shoulders rising and falling as if barely restraining himself. He slowly crouches down, running his fingers over the steel chair, tracing its edges like an old friend. His head twitches violently, his body trembling with anticipation. Then, with a sudden jolt, he snatches the chair off the mat, cradling it close as if whispering something to it—something meant only for it to hear.

 

Gozu: RADE... Blood Drawn... Moon... your bodies will be left broken, twisted, forgotten in the wreckage we create. And when the dust settles, when the blood stains this ring, there will be only one thing left standing...

 

Gozu tilts his head back, stretching his arms wide, embracing the inevitable carnage.

 

Gozu:  ...Us.

 

The lights flicker erratically, distorting Gozu’s shadow as his laughter spirals into something unhinged. The arena is plunged into darkness. A sharp clang of metal echoes once more. And when the red glow returns, Gozu is gone—leaving nothing but an empty ring and the screech of the steel chair being dragged across concrete.

 

Colin: I hate when they do creepy promos with the lights.

 

Bianca: It's best to just stay silent. Like playing dead with a bear.

 

Colin: Speaking of creepy, we've got tag team competition about to go underway with someone who's yet to get his comeuppance and notched a win in the What Four Match at Absolute Zero, and has finagled a way into the Four Chambers Match tomorrow at Heart Condition, be sure to tune in tommorow as we're live from Detroit Rock City. Talking of course about the man coming out momentarily.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a tag team match and it 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. The MAWL logo flashes on the giant screens, and the crowd goes wild as his theme music, "All About the Benjamins," blasts through the speakers.

 

 

Ash: First! From New York City, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, the Comeback Kid, P. Diddy Sean Combs!

 

The arena turns into a full on dance floor with smoke machine and laser show as Deorro Feat. Elvis Crespo "Baillar" plays. The audience engages in the dancing and out comes Neon Juan busting various moves. He grinds, flexes his abs at various members of the audience and flirts with anyone of an adult age as he walks down the arena. He smells of intense cologne. He uses the turnbuckle pole as a dancer pole for a moment then shakes his chest on the top turnbuckle as he takes off his vest.

 

 

Colin: Well if any man was going to team up with Diddy, this seems the most accurate.

 

Ash: And his partner! From La Santa, Mexico, weighing in at 235 pounds, El Divertido, Neon Juan Guyverno!

 

As the arena darkens, golden lighting floods the stage, accompanied by piercing red lasers that slice through the air. The screen comes to life with the image of a golden lion, its roar sending red sparks flying across the display. Victor Kingston steps onto the stage, his posture regal, his head held high. He spreads his arms wide, as if embracing the adoration of his people, before making his way down the ramp with measured, confident strides.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, from London, England, weighing in at 256 pounds, the Goldmane Victor Kingston! 

 

Upon entering the ring, he begins shadow boxing, his movements precise and controlled. Then, with a final flourish, he ascends the turnbuckle, standing tall as he surveys the crowd, soaking in their energy before the battle begins. Then we see the sparks fly up as Goldberg walks out to his theme "Invasion" flanked by security.

 

 

Ash: And his partner! From Oklahoma, weighing in at 284 pounds, GOLDBERG!

 

The bell rings, as Goldberg and Diddy start.

 

Bianca: Goldberg and Diddy both in the Four Chambers Match tomorrow, and Kingston going for the Trios Title with Animalities. Three out of the four in this match are in for a title shot, while Neon Juan finds himself in the Gauntlet. But here, they're just four men in a tag situation.

 

Colin: Goldberg starts with a solid punch combination to Diddy. Picking him up, solid bodyslam! WRECKS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER! And a stomp out to Diddy. Diddy pulling out the Drizzle now, and slathering his arm with it, and a headlock to Goldberg. Swinging him around in the Hip Hop Headlock! Goldberg goes down but bounces back up and rails him with a lariat! Diddy tries to go for a tag but pulled into a Ripcord Headbutt! 

 

Bianca: Diddy with a punch combo now and tags in Juan, who comes at Goldberg with a dropkick. Juan off the ropes and tilt-a-whirl headscissors! Goldberg tags in Kingston and Kingston blasts Juan with a European Uppercut! Juan responds with a high spin kick. A hurricanrana cover by Juan but Kingston up easily. Juan tags Diddy back in and the hand covered, Puff Daddy Punch! Kingston reaching for the grapple but Diddy slaps him away and that damn drizzle, gets a handshake going and Money Maker locked in, no! Kingston reverses it into an Exploder Suplex! Diddy comes for him and eats a roundhouse kick.

 

Colin: Both to their corners now and tags in, Goldberg with a stiff punch to Juan to startle back, giving himself some runway and Spear WAIT NO JUAN EVADES AND GOLDBERG LANDS IN THE ROPES, Juan coming around for the Juan Shot Tiger Feint! Springboard shooting star by Juan! Goldberg going for the tag and Juan beats him to the corner, dropkick to Kingston to take him off the apron, and follows that into a moonsault to the back of Goldberg. Picks Goldberg up and Fallaway Moonsault Slam. 

 

Bianca: Kingston makes it back to the apron and Goldberg tags him in, roundhouse kick by Kingston. Juan runs to the corner and tags in Diddy, Diddy with the breakdancing and it's Shuffle Time! Kingston with an Uranage! Some stomps to add to Diddy's damage. Diddy causes him to slip on the drizzle and goes for the pin but Kingston easily kicks before 1. The damn drizzle on his legs now and he's getting it all over the ring, off the ropes and No Limit Legdrop. Off the ropes trying it again but Kingston catches him into a Spinebuster!

 

Colin: Diddy splashing him with the oil, sliding out and to the top, Dripping Diamong Drop! The oil seems to actually be helping Kingston now as he slides out of the way of an Elbow Drop and comes back in with a fist drop. Undeterred Diddy picks Kingston up and BENJAMIN BOMB! HERE COMES THE MONEY RAIN! 

 

Bianca: Diddy taking the moment to celebrate and Kingston starting to stir, Diddy charging him and King's Guillotine strapped in!! DIDDY TAPS!!! DIDDY TAPS!!!

 

Victor Kingston and Goldberg win by Submission with a King's Guillotine!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Goldmane Victor Kingston and Goldberg!!!

 

Bianca: Unbelievable! Diddy goes down! All the oil in the world couldn't save him! 

 

Colin: And while we get this cleaned up, we've intercepted another copy of SM Heartbreaker's Podcast to play you. 

 

 

We have an another illegally acquired snippet from SM HeartBreaker’s Heart Broken Podcast. How is the MAWL production team doing this?

 

SM: Before we move on to wrestling conspiracies with our guest, Mo. Allow me to address something.

 

SM HeartBreaker pulls out his phone and shows it to the camera. A camera that is filming a podcast. It just doesn't make sense.

 

SM: I have been getting tweets, I have been getting DMs. I have even been getting snaps. All telling me about the same thing. That the MAWL Mania champion isn't a fan of the Heart Broken podcast. Apparently, the so called biggest champion in the business has had his feelings hurt by SM HeartBreaker.

 

SM HeartBreaker smiles as he puts his phone to one side.

 

SM: I don't normally address fans of the show directly or air complaints but allow me to make an exception. It is the least I can do for the MAWL Mania Champion.

 

SM HeartBreaker looks directly down the camera. On a podcast show.

 

SM: Schmetterling. Not only does your name roll right off the tongue but your name is soon going to be slipping the minds of all the MAWL fans. Because when they are with their buddies. Trying to remember all of the MAWL Mania champions. Yours will be the one they just can't remember. You see, while I absolutely understand why you took offence to me, speaking on my own podcast to my guests.

 

SM HeartBreaker points to everything around the room of his podcast set.

 

SM: I can understand that completely. I wasn't exactly flattering to you as champion. Mainly because I didn't even mention your name. I treated you like you was a nobody. I did not acknowledge you. So allow me to correct that. When I look you in the eyes in our one on one match. Non title. A match you went crawling and begging to Leila Blake for.

 

SM HeartBreaker slams his fist on the desk.

 

SM: You think having Leila Blake in your pocket because you hold that championship will save you? I have friends too. Friends who can make decisions just like Leila but lets not get into that.

 

Subtle foreshadowing by SM HeartBreaker.

 

SM: Lets see how relevant to Leila you will be once I humiliate you one on one, then go on and win my chamber four way and take my opportunity to take that MAWL Mania championship for myself. Away from you. Away from Leila Blake's control. Because while she may control you. She doesn't control me. So with that MAWL Mania Championship in my hands. I will be the wild card that Leila Blake. The MAWL fans. The entire MAWL locker room will not be able to control.

 

Spoiler from SM HeartBreaker there.

 

SM: And I will have achieved that in my first three matches in MAWL. Three matches and I become Mania Champion. All starting by beating the soon to be forgotten from history, MAWL Mania Champion. so "champ". We will go one on one. But I honestly, don't expect to see you in the chamber as I know you just don't have what it takes to win your match. Which is a shame because I would have loved to be standing over the former champion as I raise the MAWL Mania Championship high in the air in only my third match in MAWL!

 

SM HeartBreaker holds three fingers up in the air as he poses for the camera. A camera filming a podcast show. But fortunately thats all the footage we could pirate this week. Tune in next week for another pirated episode of SM HeartBreaker's Heart Broken Podcast

 

 

Leila and Colin sit at their desk.

 

 

Bianca: SM has a lot of nerve talking about our champion like that. He's gonna have to get what's coming to him, I think. 

 

Colin: Schmetterling is going to be squaring off against him later and I predict SM is going to be facing exactly what he deserves. But first, we have a few more matches to go through.

 

Bianca: A not-often discussed rule in MAWL is that any match beyond 4 people automatically has an elimination approach. It would be kinda dull to have 6 people fight just to have one person getting pinned a minute in and that's all done. With that being said, we have 6 competitors ready to go, so let's send it down to Ash. 

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a six-person elimination match, with win by pinfall or submission only.

 

The arena lights dim with "My Time" playing, with red and white strobes sweeping across the crowd.
Ace walks down the ramp with calculated calm, his movements deliberate and his gaze unflinching. The crowd boos him relentlessly, but JCM Ace feeds off the heat with a smug, unbothered smirk. Midway down the ramp, he stops, raises a fist in the air, and mouths, “You’ll just call me the best.” He climbs into the ring with slow, deliberate movements, scanning the arena before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for the bell to ring.

 

 

Ash: First! From Florida, weighing 300 pounds, JCM Ace!

 

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, 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’s here to take  professional wrestling by storm!

 

Kid Kross stares intently at the curtain awaiting his next challenge. Ready to prove himself to his fans and the rest of the wrestling world. The lights strobe yellow and green as "Junior Kickstart" by the Go! Team plays. Green fireworks follow Hazel Clarke as she runs down the ramp high-fiving people and jumps into the ring. 

 

 

Ash: From Port Maria, Jamaica, the Port Maria Platypus, HAZEL CLAAAAARKE!

 

The lights get dark for a moment, before becoming a cyan shade. A familiar voice comes over the PA, commanding, "Clear the way 5s, the 10 has landed."  Jamiroquai "Cosmic Girl" plays, and in gold and red rays, Kalpana struts out, hitting a model pose that highlights her in silhouette. She treats the ramp like her catwalk, before straddling the rope a second and entering the ring. In the center she hits a full Flashdance pose and is bathed in cyan strobe light.

 

 

Ash: From the Nepali Space Station, Deep Space 10, KALPANA!

 

Little Big "Uno" plays and the lights go all the colors in strobe as Hoy Sumer comes out dancing. He stops on the apron and poses as fireworks go off behind him in a star shape, before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring, pointing to the sky and around the crowd. 

 

 

Ash: From Najaf, Iraq, weighing in at 284 pounds, The Middle East North Star, HOY SUMER!!

 

Colin: Are we finally going to meet Lucie Rossi? We've been hearing reports of her arrival for some time.

 

The arena goes silent for a moment.

 

Ash: Unfortunately, Lucie "Tiger" Rossi has been caught up with a canceled flight and could not be with us.

 

Bianca: That's unfortunate. I'm really looking forward to her.

 

Ash: And so, taking her place in this fight - 

 

Maki Itoh "Brooklyn the Hole" plays as Maki Itoh comes out singing her song, with the audience singing along.

 

 

Ash: From Ogōri, Fukoka, Japan, the Cutest in the World, MAKI ITOH!

 

The bell rings. 

 

Colin: And so we begin! Kalpana attempts to throw a punch, Hoy blocks and returns. Hoy parlays that punch into a hatch suplex on Kalpana! Ace joins the fun with a snap DDT to Kalpana. Maki Itoh with a running spin kick to Ace. Ace up on his feet and European Uppercut to Hazel. 

 

Bianca: Kal goes for the eyes of Ace. Hoy with a single leg drop kick to Kross. Kross rises up with a quick punch to respond, and Kross and Hoy going blow for blow. Maki inserts herself with a tornado DDT to Hoy! And Hazel Clarke blasts Kalpana with a Trouble in Paradise! 

 

1!

 

Colin: Kalpana up and displeased. And an Ace Bomb to Kross! But he kicks up quickly. Kalpana blasting Kross with a poison rana! Off the ropes and Inverted Canadian Destroyer! Going for the pin now but Kross kicks out easily. Kalpana turning her attention to Ace with an eye rake. Ace responding with a Powerslam!

 

Bianca: Kalpana changing her view again and going now for Hoy with the enziguiri, he ducks her and catches her into the Ahoyhoy! An anchorlock for her troubles! And that'll do it! Kalpana taps out!!!

 

Kalpana is eliminated by Hoy Sumer with the Ahoyhoy Submission!

 

 

Colin: And Clarke smacks Maki! That's a risky move for sure. Hoy driving Ace to the ground with a Sumerslam! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

 

JCM Ace is eliminated by Hoy Sumer with the Sumerslam!

 

 

Bianca: Hoy is just lighting everyone up! Maki charges Hoy but he catches her into a back suplex! And Clarke with a one-two Kross, Maki boots Clarke, Hoy jabs Clarke as well, but Clarke responds with an inverted suplex! Hoy going for a Crucifix on Maki...

 

1!

 

Colin: Maki Itoh kicks up easily and elbow strikes Hoy in the head. Hoy getting a little cocky in there. Clarke now trying to get rid of Maki with a hurricanrana pin but is easily pushed off. Maki with a spinning facecrusher to Hazel! Hazel runs past Maki and Trouble in Paradise to both Hoy and Kross! What an aim! Going for the pin on Hoy-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Hoy Sumer is eliminated by Hazel Clarke with the Trouble in Paradise! 

 

 

Bianca: Hazel Clarke now going to town and locks the Platytude Crossface on Maki! Maki is going for the ropes, hold on and she's tapped.

 

Maki Itoh is eliminated by Hazel Clarke with the Platytude Submission!

 

 

Colin: Kross has been relatively quiet through this whole thing, content to let everyone else beat each other up, but here he comes with a DDT to Clarke! Clarke pushes him back with some quick jabs and gets herself running back, coming in with the Trouble in Paradise NO KROSS DUCKS IT AND COMING BACK AROUND, SPRINGBOARD INTO THE KROSSOVER! Clarke kicks out from the pin and turns it into a somersault DDT! He tries to get to his feet but she quickly brings him down with a Handstand Headscissors, gets that into a bridging headlock submission and Kross reaching for the ropes but can't get there! He's tapping!

 

Kid Kross is eliminated by Hazel Clarke with a bridging headlock submission!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner...the Port Maria Platypus...HAZEL CLAAAAARKE!

 

 

Colin: A definitive victory for Hazel Clarke as she gets the crowd pumping! We're coming close to the end of our card today, but that's exciting in that it means we're only one day out til Heart Condition!

 

 

The camera flicks on, the light reflecting off Cristel's eyes as she adjusts her headset. She's dressed in a sleek, professional blazer, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She flashes a smile at the camera, her voice confident and smooth.

 

 

Cristel Bassano: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Backstage Pass with Cristel Bassano. Tonight, we...

 

 

And suddenly, a colorful light show 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 and then he heads to the center of the ring.

 

 

Cristel Bassano: We have Moon!!! Let's see what he has got for us!

 

Cristel follows Moon and heads towards 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, and his muscles flex with every step he takes. A wild, fierce energy seems to emanate from him. His dark eyes, alight with excitement, have fire in them.

 

Moon is handsome. His physique, toned and tight body make a great first impression. His six pack abs and bulging biceps look impressive.  

 

Moon comes into the ring, grabs the microphone, raises his hand and addresses the crowd…

 

Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Moon! Winner of my debut match against Blood Drawn. I got beaten up by him post-match in an unfair way. Tonight I have come to take revenge. I challenge Blood Drawn for one more fight. Blood, are you ready? Come out of your hiding spot and face me! Last night you caught me unawares; but tonight it won't happen. Leave your burrow and come face me, you worm!

 

The crowd roars with anticipation. And then, suddenly, arena lights go out and lighting arcs flash all over the titan-tron bars and across the entrance gate mesmerizing the crowd. 

 

The crowd roars with anticipation.  And then suddenly the arena lights flicker violently, plunging the crowd into brief darkness. A low, guttural hum echoes through the speakers, distorted whispers layering over it—indistinct, yet crawling under the skin like an unshakable presence. A piercing red glow bleeds through the darkness, casting long, shifting shadows across the stage. A figure stands at the entrance, unmoving at first. Slowly, methodically, he begins to walk forward, the heavy clang of steel dragging against the ramp following each step.

 

A thick silence hangs over the audience as Gozu grips one leg of his steel chair, dragging it behind him as he moves. The uneven scrape of metal against the floor rises and falls with each step, a grating, discordant sound that unsettles the crowd.

 

Gozu: Moon... Moon... Moon... your eyes are turned the wrong way. You're looking for a ghost from your past while the real nightmare is already here.

 

He stops at the bottom of the ramp, tilting his head in sharp, unnatural movements. His fingers twitch along the chair’s leg, gripping and releasing as if resisting the urge to swing.

 

Gozu: You call for Blood... but you've already been marked. Do you feel it yet? That weight in your chest... that little voice telling you something is wrong? That’s not just fear, Moon. That’s us.

 

Gozu stalks around the ring, staring at Moon from behind his mask, tapping the chair against the apron in an uneven rhythm—tap... tap-tap... tap... tap-tap-tap...

 

Gozu: You think you’ve got unfinished business, but your business is already done. Blood Drawn isn’t what waits for you in the dark anymore. We are.

 

The red light around the ring pulses in sync with tapping of the chair. Then, without warning, Gozu slams the chair against the ring post with a thunderous crack, the sound echoing through the arena as he jerks his head back in laughter.  The red glow intensifies fully illuminating the area around the ring the instant the chair strikes, before dimming back down.

 

Gozu: You don’t get to choose your path, Moon. You don’t get to dictate how this ends. The moment you stepped into our world, your fate was sealed. Now the only question is how long you’ll last before the walls close in... before you break.

 

BLOODSTAR MATCH

GOZU VS RADE VS MOON VS BLOOD DRAWN VS KYU KETSU

 

Ash enters the ring, as Moon is already there and Gozu is stalking his way down.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a Bloodstar Match! The only way to eliminate your opponent is to make them bleed! The winner of this match will be the last one standing! Already in the ring, from Pune, India, weighing 200 pounds, Moon! And, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 320 pounds, GOZU!

 

Bianca: We're joined at the commentary booth by Cristel Bassano. Great to have you on this side, Cristel! Though we should warn you, the last interviewer to sit here during a Rade match...is going to be coming out with Rade.

 

Cristel: Well, I know Ann Lee and I know myself and frankly I have much more willpower than she does.

 

Colin: If you say so. We can't keep hiring interviewers like this and you've been really good so far. Though I think you've been more taken by Moon than anyone.

 

Cristel: A little faith if you please. But he is handsome, it's true.

 

The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before Rage Against the Machine "Bulls on Parade" begins. A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage as Blood Drawn slowly makes his way to the ring. He stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.

 

 

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

 

Diabolik Seth "Egoist" plays. A thick white fog rolls across the stage as the lights dim. A single spotlight follows Kyu Ketsu as he steps forward. Above him, the screen displays a blood-red moon. His eyes remain locked on the ring, unwavering. He enters the ring before draping his cape over the ropes, after which he gets on all fours and peers beneath, giving the crowd a sadistic smile and a deliberate and slow wave.

 

 

Ash: From Feudal Japan, weighing in at 200 pounds, the Samurai Vampire, KYU KETSU!

 

The lights are black. Like black black. "Mitternacht" by e nomine plays and all that can be seen is the smiley faces which also glow on the poles facing into the ring. Rade lifts Ann up and Ann extends her arms and lifts her head in a Messiah pose as Rade steps over the ring. Once they get into the ring he closes his hands around his face to cover the mask then spits the blood mist into the air, which Ann showers in using the same Messiah pose. The lights go on. Ash realizes their mic has been turned off.

 

 

Ann: From Deep in the Black Forest and haunting the deepest caverns of your mind, weighing 355 pounds of crushed hopes and dreams, der Blutsammler, RADE!

 

Ann cackles maniacally as Rade spits up blood and she showers in it. The bell rings. 

 

Colin: Here we go! 4 Bloodthirsty Giants and Moon. Should be interesting. I would love it if Moon wins. That would be just the shocker of shockers.

 

Bianca: Rade tries to grab Gozu by the neck, but Gozu turns it into a ripcord lariat! And Moon follows that up with just the biggest chop to Rade. Gozu gets the attention of Blood Drawn who rails him with that running shoulder block. Gozu shrugs Blood Drawn off and continues the attacks on Rade with a Shining Wizard.

 

Colin: I have to say going for the biggest guy in the ring first is probably wise. Ketsu meanwhile with a step up enziguiri to Moon. Rade catches Ketsu coming off the enziguiri with a solid boot. Blood Drawn and Gozu both stepping to opposite sides of the ring and coming back with chairs. Moon doesn't typically like to fight this way, but there is a scepter under the ring that catches his eye so he also pops down for it.

 

Bianca: I guess if you're going to use a weapon, a scepter is a pretty elegant one to use. Ketsu grabs the rope from his kimono. We're going full Warriors it looks like. Rade and Gozu with stereo boots to Blood! Blood responds with kicking Rade in the stomach and uppercutting him with the chair! Rade is actually bleeding already!!

 

Rade is eliminated by Blood Drawn!

 

  

Colin: Blood Drawn lives up to his name! That was unexpected. Moon hits Ketsu with some solid chops...and Gozu with a shotgun dropkick to Blood Drawn. Moon goes for Gozu now with the chop combo and Ketsu hits Blood Drawn with the bicycle knee! Ketsu moves on to Moon and a snap dragon suplex! Blood Drawn gets Gozu with a couple of quick punches. Everyone goin' for everyone now.

 

Bianca: Moon rails Ketsu with the trapping headbutts! Ketsu retaliates with a Butterfly Suplex. Gozu drops the chair and chokeslams Blood Drawn onto it! Blood Drawn to his feet, Moon hits a spinning kick to Gozu and Blood Drawn with the running shoulder block to Ketsu! Brutal! Moon takes his attention to Blood Drawn with a lightning fast series of chops, Ketsu with the Spinning Backfist and that can only mean THE BLOODLETTER! And Gozu faceplants and, yep, some blood left on the mat. Sorry Gozu, this is where your road ends.

 

Gozu is eliminated by Kyu Ketsu! 

 

 

Cristel: You have to respect when a move lives up to its name. And I'm sure Moon was mad it wasn't him, but on the other hand he's only one person away from getting his wish of going after Blood Drawn.

 

Bianca: Moon with the scepter in his hand, spinning around and catches both Blood Drawn and Kyu Ketsu in the face! AND THEY'RE BOTH BLEEDING! MOON ACTUALLY DID IT!

 

Blood Drawn and Kyu Ketsu are eliminated by Moon!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner....MOON!!

 

 

Cristel: I knew he could do it!

 

Colin: Truly an unbelievable match! Short but dangerous!  And with that we have one match to go tonight, our champion is in action. Let's hear what he had to say.

 

 

Schmetterling listens to the recordings of the SM Heartbreaker podcast in his dressing room. He sighs and turns it off.

 

 

Schmetterling: Listening to this is worse than the flugelhorn concerns meine Mutter took me too. I understand now why we had to get these illegally because what network would carry this drivel.

 

SM Heartbreaker. You live in this little land of the delusion, where you think people like hearing of your voice and your opinions. But I try to listen to your little podcast and I cannot see what you are trying to say beyond bloating your own name up. This...this egotism is not what our company is about. Can you back it up in ring? I ask because it seems that your wins were handed to you. You talk this big game about how great you are but you do not spend the time to show it yourself?

 

Ja, I ask for this match of Leila. Not because I am so excited to kiss at the feet of the big podcast superstar who only seems to release on the dark web, but because I take issue with your lack of pride in a company that took a chance on a self-proclaimed podcast star talking like he is too good for this opportunity he is given. Clearly you do not understand the value of hard work and getting your hands dirty but liebchen I will show you the butterflies in your stomach when I shove your glasses down your throat. I carry this belt with pride. What have you ever done to make yourself proud in a real way?

 

 

Colin and Bianca sit at their desk.

 

 

Colin: Schmetterling doesn't often speak and when he does, he uses as few words as possible to get his point across. That might be the most I've heard from him in a while.

 

Bianca: The Bavarian Butterfly prefers to do his talking in the ring, and that's why he's the champ.

 

SCHMETTERLING VS SM HEARTBREAKER

 

Ash Greaves stands in the ring. 

 

 

Ash: And now it's time for our main event! And it is scheduled for one fall!

 

Offspring "Trust in You" plays as SM Heartbreaker points to the podcast logo on his shirt. 

 

 

Ash: First, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 205 pounds, SM HEARTBREAKER!

 

The lights go out, and we hear the yell of "SCHMETTERLIIIIIIING" and the crowd goes nuts as Schmetterling walks out to Rammstein "Mein Herz Brennt" with a flamethrower that he shoots in the sky whenever "BRENNT" is yelled.

 

 

Colin: He's got the full-size flamethrower out!

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Mellrichstadt, Germany, weighing in 219 pounds, he is your MAWL MANIA CHAMPION, SCHMETTERLIIIIIING!

 

The bell rings.

 

Bianca: The champ starting off strong with solid hooks to the face, off the ropes and a knee shot! Getting hooks with his other fist in for good measure. SM seems to wake up and throw some quick punches back, and now they're going blow for blow. Both men want this victory to get their momentum flowing into tomorrow's Four Chambers Match, which you can watch here on WGTV, only one will taste it though. SM hooks in a half-nelson suplex and trying to bridge it for the pin...

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Schmetterling kicks out at 2! Pretty early to be able to get that far, but Schmetterling does sometimes like to give his opponents a false sense of security. SM with an elbow strike. Schmetterling responds with a discus boot! Schmetterling with the Release German! Going for a Reisen! Running elbow drop, deciding not to go for the pin I see, wants to get a bit more work in. 

 

Bianca: Quick stomps to Heartbreaker. Heartbreaker grabs the leg into a dragon screw! Going for an elbow drop and pin-

 

1!

 

Colin: Schmetterling kicks up again, but who the hell is that in the stands just staring! And where are his clothes!

 

 

Bianca: SM taking advantage of Schmetterling's bewilderment and Running Knee and we have an Instrument of Destruction on our hands!!

 

 

1!

2!
3!

 

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall with the Instrument of Destruction!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, SM Heartbreaker!

 

Bianca: I've said it before and I'll say it again. A win is a win is a win. And SM just holding that belt over Schmetterling's head, is this a sign of what's to come tomorrow? Be sure to join us for Heart Condition!! I'm Bianca Diaz!

 

Colin: And I'm Colin McRae. Good night!

 

Fade to...

 

 

The airport was its usual blur of hurried footsteps, tired travelers, and the faint, ever-present smell of overpriced coffee. Tragedeigh sat slumped in a stiff terminal chair, her carry-on bag at her feet and a thousand-yard stare locked on the departure board. Edina, Minnesota—home—felt like the only place she could go to sort through the chaos in her mind.

 

 

The shattered pieces of her drama mask were tucked away in her bag, but the weight of them lingered like an open wound. The echoes of her humiliating loss, Imogen’s betrayal, and Ralph Silva’s offer all rattled inside her skull, playing on repeat.

 

She barely registered the man sitting down beside her until she caught the gleam of gold on his wrist and the faintest whiff of expensive cologne. The kind of cologne that reeked of power, money, and winning.

 

He wasn’t trying to get her attention. Not at first. Just sat there, flipping through a newspaper—yes, a real newspaper—like the most important man in the world had nowhere better to be.

 

When he finally spoke, it was casual, almost offhand.

 

"Edina, huh? Good town."

 

Tragedeigh turned, surprised he even knew where that was. "Yeah," she muttered.

 

The man smirked, eyes never leaving the page. "Grew up there, you know." He let the words hang just long enough for her to recognize him.

 

Oh. Oh.

 

She tried not to react, but how could she not? Everyone knew his voice. That effortless confidence, like the whole damn world had bent to his will, and he expected no less.

 

He finally folded the newspaper, tucking it under one arm as he turned to look at her directly. Sizing her up.

 

"You got that look." He gestured vaguely at her—at the tension in her shoulders, the fire barely contained behind her eyes. "Like you're about to throw it all away or burn it all down. Which is it?"

 

She swallowed, not sure how to answer.

 

He just chuckled, shaking his head. "I get it. Used to think the world would hand me what I wanted, too. That if I worked hard and did things the right way, the world would love me for it." He leaned in just a fraction, voice dropping into something dangerously smooth. "That was before I learned that 'right' don’t mean a damn thing."

 

Tragedeigh barely breathed.

 

"You know what I figured out in Edina?" He let the question linger, then tapped his golden watch with one perfectly manicured finger. "Winning is all that matters. Not respect. Not honor. Winning. And if you gotta cut corners, break hearts, and leave people crying in the dust? Then that's just the cost of being the best."

 

She knew what he was doing. Prodding. Testing. Planting a seed.

 

She also knew he wasn’t wrong.

 

The final boarding call for her flight crackled over the loudspeaker. She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "I should go."

 

The man gave her one last look—long, knowing, almost amused. "Yeah. Go home. Clear your head." He leaned back, stretching like a king on his throne. "But sooner or later, you’ll figure it out. Just like I did."

 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

 

"They don’t remember the ones who play nice. They remember the ones who take what they want."

 

Tragedeigh didn’t reply. Just slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the gate, feeling the weight of his words settle into her bones.

 

By the time she stepped onto the plane, she wasn’t sure what was pulling her home anymore—the need for clarity.

 

Or the growing realization that maybe…

 

Maybe she was done playing nice.

 

 

[FADE IN: The roaring crowd fills the arena. The camera slowly turns toward the massive screen above the entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life.]

 

[VIDEO BEGINS]

 

[FADE IN: A dark, dimly lit room. A vintage radio from the early 1900s sits atop an elegant wooden table draped in rich red silk. The room hums with an eerie silence. The soft echo of footsteps resonates, deliberate, measured. A pale hand with long, slender fingers and sharp black nails, enters the frame. With a slow, almost playful motion, he twists the dial on the radio. The speakers crackle—then music.]

 

🎵 Bad Moon Rising | Teen Wolf (Original Television Soundtrack) 🎵

 

[As the beat pulses, animal representations of Radio Silence members fade into the darkness, matching the rhythm.]

 

— A pair of red foxes appear, darting through the shadows, their agile forms moving in perfect sync before vanishing.

— A black screech owl flutters into view, wings outstretched, its golden eyes piercing through the darkness before dissolving away.

— A phoenix bursts into flame, glowing in vibrant reds and golds, soaring upwards before fading into embers.

— A massive black wolf steps forward, eyes glowing an electric blue, exhaling mist into the cold air before disappearing.

— A stag with tall, imposing antlers emerges from the void, watching with a haunting gaze before fading to black.

 

🎵 "Bound to take your life..." 🎵

 

[As the words echo, the screen cuts back to the table. The radio remains, but now, resting before it are five masks laid out in perfect symmetry. Each mask, intricately detailed, tells the story of its owner. The radio stands like a puppet master behind them.]

 

— Johnny's Mask: A sleek, black half-mask with neon red lines resembling circuitry, a nod to his tech-savvy, high-flying nature.

— Zagreus's Mask: A dark purple, feathered Venetian-style mask with gold accents, representing both mystery and nobility.

— Balor Wolfe's Mask: A full white dog mask, stylized with jagged, painted black streaks, fierce and battle-worn.

— Eros's Mask: A deep crimson mask with golden feathered edges, elegant yet intimidating, much like a phoenix reborn.

— V's Mask: A futuristic, reflective black visor-style mask with neon blue streaks, embodying a cyberpunk warrior.

 

🎵 "There's a bad moon on the rise..." 🎵

 

The music cuts. Silence. Then, the camera slowly pans up.]

 

[Standing in formation, illuminated under a single spotlight, is Radio Silence. Each member clad in stunning, tailored suits, embodying their unique persona.]

 

— Johnny: A sleek black suit with crimson lining, fingerless gloves, and a cyberpunk-styled high collar.

 

 

— Zagreus: A deep royal purple suit with black floral embroidery, a nod to his divine heritage.

 

 

— Balor Wolfe: A white and black checkered three-piece suit, open at the chest, showing off his tattoos.

 

 

— Alastor: A blood-red pinstripe suit with a black undershirt, a cane resting in his grip. His devilish grin sharpens as he tilts his head.

 

 

— Eros: A gold and red suit with intricate embroidery resembling flames, regal yet imposing.

 

 

— V: A dark navy-blue suit with electric blue highlights, a high-tech edge woven into its design.

 

 

[Alastor steps forward slightly, his grin widening.]

 

Alastor: "Salutations. Good to be back on the air."

 

[The screen flickers with static before cutting out. A final message in bold, blood-red text appears on the black void:]

 

RADIO SILENCE – COMING SOON.

 

[FADE OUT]

 

[CUT BACK TO THE ARENA]

 

[The crowd is electric. Cheers echo through the arena, reaching a fever pitch. The chants begin, building like a storm.]

 

"RA-DI-O SI-LENCE! RA-DI-O SI-LENCE!"