Yuri Jalin starts to head to the arena, then realizes he's left his bag in his car. 

 

 

Yuri starts to walk back to his car when his way is blocked by two men in masks that shadows only somewhat make intermittently clear belong to Damian Blackheart and Black Saber.

 

 

Damian and Saber whip Yuri face first into his car, his head smashing through the back windshield with brutalizing force. With Yuri struggling to get out of the back windshield, Damian and Saber kick Yuri repeatedly in the midsection and elbow him in the back. Blackheart throws Saber the keys and Saber reverses the car and accelerates it simultaneously, crashing it into Leila's beamer and sandwiching Yuri between the two. Saber puts a pig mask on Yuri and exits the car, and walk into the shadows and the scene transitions to-

 

FEBRUARY 21, 2025

SCOTIABANK ARENA

TORONTO, CANADA

 

Muse "Madness" plays as Colin McRae and Bianca Diaz sit at their desk and the crowd goes wild. The fireworks show goes off. 

 

 

Colin: Welcome welcome WELCOME! We are here in the Great White North after the absolute chaos that was Heart Condition. I'm Colin McRae.

 

Bianca: I'm Bianca Diaz. Welcome to the home of your Toronto Maple Leafs, owners of 13 Stanley Cups and no strangers to absolute mayhem. Speaking of mayhem, Colin, see familiar faces in the audience?

 

Colin: I do! The stars are out tonight in Toronto. 

 

Bianca Diaz: You weren't kidding, Colin. Look behind us.

 

Wardy Chin: Yeah, you redheaded cutie, look behind you. You may not have a soul in you, but if you play your cards right, you'll have something else in you!

 

Colin McRae: I'm honestly not trying to look behind me right now.

 

Bianca Diaz: I think he likes you, Colin.

 

The camera focuses on Wardy Chin, Kraze Kaylee, and hometown wrestler SlowMo Tapout sitting behind Colin McRae and Bianca Diaz. The crowd erupts upon recognizing the trio from Windy City Syndicate. Kaylee, excited by the fans' cheers, stands on her chair to acknowledge them.

 

 

Kaylee: Wooo! Mo, your hometown is so awesome! Burgers outside of the arena after the show! Kaylee's Big Top Burgers opening soon!

 

Wardy Chin: Don't tell them that because of the currency conversion, the burgers will cost more. Hey, ginger boy, you looking for some meat between your buns!?

 

Colin McRae: No, that's quite alright. In fact, I think I'm going to convert to vegetarian after tonight.

 

SlowMo Tapout, dressed in a Toronto Blue Jays jersey, takes a hit from her vape. A thick cloud of vapor envelops Colin and Bianca, causing Colin to cough.

 

Bianca Diaz: Mmm, smells like mango.

 

As security moves in to get Kaylee to sit down and inform SlowMo that there is no smoking allowed in the arena, SlowMo, seemingly annoyed by the interruption, subtly elbows a security guard in the ribs.  He doubles over slightly, wincing, but tries to maintain his composure.  SlowMo then gives him a dismissive shrug and exhales another cloud of vape smoke, this time in the guard’s direction.  The guard, clearly shaken, backs off slightly, but continues to gesture towards SlowMo to put the vape away.

 

 

Colin McRae:  Next week, MAWL is coming to Montreal, Quebec, Canada, as we continue our tour of the Great White North.

Camera subtly widens its shot, still primarily focused on Bianca and Colin, but now showing SlowMo Tapout, arguing heatedly with a security guard.  SlowMo gestures emphatically, puffing out her chest, while the guard stands his ground, pointing towards a "No Smoking" sign.  The argument escalates quickly.

Bianca Diaz: It appears we have a bit of a… disagreement… unfolding in the background.  Perhaps a slight misunderstanding about the arena's… policies?

Colin McRae: Well, Bianca, it seems our friend, SlowMo, is expressing her displeasure… with the… rules and regulations… in her own unique way.

The security guard attempts to grab SlowMo's arm, but she spins out of the hold, using his momentum against him.  She then grabs him by the collar of his uniform and shoves him backwards into a stack of empty folding chairs, which collapse with a loud crash.

 Bianca Diaz: It seems SlowMo is… quite passionate… about her… personal freedoms… Colin

SlowMo leaps onto the fallen stack of chairs, raises her arms to the cheering sections of the crowd, then grabs her vape pen and blows a massive cloud of vapor in the direction of the fallen security guard. The cloud drifts across the camera, momentarily obscuring Bianca and Colin. Colin begins to cough again.

Colin McRae: Yes, well, passion is certainly one word for it, Bianca.  Perhaps a touch excessive, but… passionate nonetheless.  And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming…

The camera tightens its focus back on Bianca and Colin, as the security guard slowly gets to his feet, looking dazed.  Other security personnel start to converge on the scene.  SlowMo, meanwhile, casually strolls off in the opposite direction with Wardy and Kaylee, taking another long drag from her vape . Wardy signals for Colin to call him as they walk up the stairs towards the concourse of the arena.

 

Bianca: And we are kicking things off with some chaos, as we seem to be more and more accustomed to.

 

Colin: Actually we're receiving word that Yuri Jalin has been taken to the hospital. I'm being told that though he is demonstrating eye movement and some ability to form words, his whole body is in traction. He was found sandwiched between his car and Leila's. He just kept repeating the word, "Black." We're not sure what that means, but it's being investigated.

 

Bianca: We haven't even rung the first bell yet and we already have injuries. 

 

The lights in the arena dim for a moment before the opening riffs of "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring blast through the speakers. The crowd erupts as the titantron flickers to life, displaying the words:

 

BALOR WOLFE

"Champion of the Gods"

 

Balor Wolfe steps onto the stage, rocking his brand-new "Show Up! Win! Repeat!" t-shirt. His signature dog mask rests on his face, and his platinum blonde hair falls over his shoulders. With a smirk, he surveys the electric crowd before making his way down the ramp, slapping hands, signing autographs, and snapping selfies. He moves like a man who owns the moment—because he does.

 

 

Colin McRae: "There he is! The man of the hour! The man who shocked the world last week with his last-minute entry into the gauntlet match!"

 

Bianca Diaz "And the way he won? Textbook Balor Wolfe. That Counter Vision Olympian’s Judgment variation sent Cassandra Cash through a table and punched his ticket to MAWL Mania!"

 

A replay takes over the big screen, showing the moment in crisp slow motion. Cassandra Cash charges, looking for a big shot—but Balor catches her in mid-motion. With no hesitation, he lifts her into a spinning position and drives her face-first through a ringside table with a brutal Counter Vision Olympian’s Judgment! The referee waves it off, and the bell rings. The crowd in the arena explodes as the match is officially called in Balor’s favor.

 

Back in the present, Balor slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle, throwing his arms wide. As his music fades, something magical happens—the crowd keeps singing, their voices booming throughout the arena.

"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 throws his head back and LAUGHS, then takes an exaggerated bow, just like Alastor would. The crowd eats it up, chanting his name as he lifts the mic to his lips, a cocky grin plastered across his face.

 

Balor Wolfe: "Welcome, guys, gals, and non-binary pals… YOU are looking at your next MAWL Mania Champion!"

 

The crowd erupts again, but Balor isn’t done. He begins pacing the ring, his voice dripping with confidence.

 

BALOR WOLFE: "The gods have been watching. They’ve seen every trial, every struggle, every fight that led me here. And in just a few short weeks? My prophecy will be fulfilled."

"Because I am the son of the Goddess of Magic. The pupil of Apollo. The vessel of the Radio Demon. The lover of the God of Love."

"I am the Champion of the Gods. And I am your next MAWL Mania Champion!"

 

The fans go wild as Balor spreads his arms, soaking in the adulation. He smirks and leans forward, gripping the mic tighter.

 

BALOR WOLFE: "So, Spearhead Sarah Sharp… I hope you're preparing. Because in a few short weeks, you will. And when I hit you with the Lights Out, you’ll be on your back, staring at the lights, toes pointed to your god… and all you’ll hear, as you slip into unconsciousness, will be our lovely ring announcer declaring—"

"‘Here is your winner… and NEW MAWL Mania Champion… THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS—BALOOOOOR WOLLLLLLFE!’"

 

The arena explodes, the energy reaching a fever pitch—until suddenly… I Fight Dragons "Money" plays over the speaker and Cassandra Cash struts out in her velour suit.

 

 

The celebration screeches to a halt as the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos. Balor tilts his head, rolling his eyes with a knowing smirk as he turns toward the entrance ramp… ready for whatever comes next.

 

Cash: Now, wait, wait, wait. First of all, do you even go here? Or do you just bounce around from federation to federation? 

 

Balor : I know you bounced through that table!” 

 

Cash: Maybe true, HOWEVER. Technically a winner was already being called, so the match was over. As I remember it, it was a 60 person match. I was person 60. I can see you’re the type of person who gets turned away at the club so you may not know what maximum occupancy is, but you gotta have a pass to play last I checked. I was the one standing after 59 others went through, and that shot belongs to me. If you really want a title shot, once I have the belt firmly around my waist, a shot can be yours for only 50 bucks a match.

 

Balor : You should occasionally read the small print of the wrestling match card. Assuming you can read at all down the bottom it reads "card subject to change" but you know not everyone past the first grade

 

The crowd starts to laugh as Balor grin becomes a little more Alastor like.

 

Cash: To be fair, it is a bit hard to see that from the top. When you come up to where I am, you’ll understand, but for now please tell me the view from the bottom.

 

Balor :the top? Was I the one who went through the table? So the crowd did Balor Wolfe. I'm not going to do the run down again but all those things I am again but did they go through a table? (Crowd shouts and chants no) That's what I thought. So I look at you and I look at me. And I have to say Eros is correct. I look stunning by the way. And I see only me who didn't go through IKEA hardwood.

 

The crowd is already buzzing from the verbal war between Balor Wolfe and Cassandra Cash, but suddenly...

 

 The haunting opening of "Phantom of the Opera" by Nightwish blares through the arena. 

 

 

The tron flickers with gold and crimson theater curtains parting, and emerging from the fog—Tragedeigh, her new gold and red mask glinting under the lights. The mask, more ornate and theatrical than before, reflects her new edge—grander, darker, and more determined than ever. The boos from Green Bay have long faded; this crowd welcomes her with a mix of cheers and anticipation.

 

Bianca Diaz: “And HERE comes the Gen Z Dramaturge herself—Tragedeigh! And look at that new mask, Colin—bold, dramatic, and clearly a statement!”

 

Colin McRae: “That’s no mask, Bianca—that’s a whole character arc walking to the ring!”

 

She steps between the ropes, microphone in hand, eyes burning through the ornate mask. Balor and Cassandra pause their bickering, but before Tragedeigh can even speak—

 

The arena lights flicker violently.

 

Suddenly—

 

A horrifying, guttural sound echoes from the speakers—like static mixed with screams—before the screens glitch into chaos. And then… BLOOD. 

 

The giant screens begin to bleed—thick, dark crimson liquid oozing from their edges as a distorted voice scratches through the sound system.

 

Distorted Voice (chilling and broken):

“The stage... is cracked. The script... rewritten. None of you are the lead. But you will play your part.”

 

The crowd murmurs, some screaming, as the lights pulse blood-red. The ramp floods with smoke, and the ropes seem to drip with a slick, oily sheen.

 

Tragedeigh, though rattled, lifts her mic with trembling, determined fingers.

 

TRAGEDEIGH:

“You know... usually, when the blood rains down—” (She wipes a mock tear from under her mask) “—that’s my cue. But I don’t recall inviting a special effects crew to my soliloquy.”

 

She turns sharply to Balor and Cass.

 

TRAGEDEIGH:

“Cassandra, Balor—keep your pretentious monologues. You can argue about prophecies and occupancy limits all you want. But here’s the plot twist: I’m taking the starring role.”

 

The crowd pops hard—Tragedeigh’s fire burning through the ominous chaos.

 

TRAGEDEIGH (voice rising):

“I was the second-to-last act in your little gauntlet—put through a table by Genesis, sure... but I didn’t leave the stage, did I? I played the encore. I put him through one, too. And Balor—” (she points aggressively at Balor Wolfe) “—You showed up after the curtain call. I don’t know what God blessed you with that encore slot, but I promise you—”

 

Her voice darkens, lowering to a chilling whisper:

 

“—This tragedy is mine.”

 

Balor Wolfe stands in the ring, one eyebrow raised as he listens to Tragedeigh’s theatrical proclamation. The crowd buzzes, caught between the eerie spectacle and Balor’s ever-present smirk. He brings the mic to his lips, tilting his head slightly.

 

BALOR WOLFE: "I knew someone like you once. Strange dude. Liked gold a bit too much."

 

Balor lets the words hang, his smirk widening as some fans in the crowd chuckle at the subtle dig.

 

BALOR: Now, I’m not saying you and ol’ King Midas have the same problem, but let’s be real here—you just spun an entire monologue, and somehow, it made less sense than whatever eldritch horror we just witnessed on those screens.

"You wanna talk about lead roles? Curtain calls? Soliloquies? That’s cute. But the problem is, Tragedeigh, you’re not the lead. You’re not even the understudy. You’re the actress who got written out of the script in the second act but keeps trying to crash the stage."

"See, I don’t care how much blood drips from the screens, how many dramatic entrances you make, or how many times you rewrite the ending in your head. The reality is simple. On the night of the PPV, every single one of you—Genesis, Cassandra, and you—ate wood. You all took a one-way trip through a table."

 

Balor taps his chest confidently.

 

"Me? I’m the only one who didn’t. I walked in, saw the chaos, picked my moment, and walked out with the win. That’s not a ‘plot twist.’ That’s just good strategy."

*"So you can dress it up however you like, Tragedeigh. You can call it a tragedy, a drama, a horror flick, whatever suits your mood today. But at the end of the day, this story? It’s not yours."

"Because when this saga reaches its final act, when the lights are out and the credits roll, I’ll be the only name that matters."

Balor leans casually on the ropes, his signature cocky grin in place, waiting for Tragedeigh’s inevitable retort as the crowd buzzes in anticipation.

 

 

Genesis walks out with a mic.

 

Genesis: Children, children, children. I think we need a conversation about rules and order. Without order nothing functions, and if nothing functions then nothing exist. Let’s talk about the order. If you go through a table during your pair-up, you are eliminated. Once you are eliminated you are no longer part of the match. So while, Balor Wolfe, it may be true that you did not go through the table, I contend that the match is not in fact over as I was not eliminated officially. Cash, you were put through a table by someone who was considered officially part of the match. So you no longer factor into this conversation. As I see it, Balor Wolfe and I are the ones in contention. 

 

Balor Wolfe tilts his head, a slow smirk creeping across his face as he raises the mic to his lips. He paces the ring for a moment, letting Genesis’ words hang in the air before responding.

 

BALOR WOLFE: Ah, Genesis… you and your rules, your order, your little "let’s talk about the rules" speech. You sound like you’re trying to rewrite history while we’re all still standing in the wreckage. But let’s break this down, shall we? Because what I saw was that after you put Tragedeigh through a table and she was officially eliminated, she decided to be a sore loser and drag you through one, too.

"Now, I’m no legal expert—I leave all that to my good friend Gabriela Lopez—but I’m pretty sure if someone who’s already out of the match sends you crashing through some lumber, you’re out too. That’s how this works."

"I mean, if we’re just ignoring eliminations after the fact, what’s stopping me from walking backstage, dragging Tragedeigh out here, and powerbombing you through another table just to make sure?"

 

Balor stops, chuckles, and gestures toward Genesis with a cocky grin.

 

"The reality is, Cassandra Cash may have a big mouth, but at least she knows the match was over. You? You’re grasping at straws, buddy. You went through the table. You lost. And that means the only name that matters when it comes to who’s heading to MAWL Mania… is mine."

 

"And if you’ve got a problem with that, well… you know where to find me."

 

Balor smirks, leans against the ropes, Balor Wolfe lets the moment simmer, pacing slightly as he sizes up all three competitors—Cassandra Cash, Genesis, and Tragedeigh. He lets out a short chuckle, shaking his head before lifting the mic again.

 

BALOR WOLFE:
"You know, I gotta say—this has been fun. A real treat. We’ve had Cassandra over here trying to convince herself she’s relevant, Genesis trying to enforce rules that even he can’t follow, and Tragedeigh delivering a Broadway performance that—let’s be honest—still wouldn’t get her a Tony."

 

Balor pauses as the crowd eats it up, jeering at his three rivals.

 

"But here’s the thing… unlike you three, I actually have a championship match to prepare for. So, if you would be so kind—do me a favor and act like a bushwalker who strays off the tracks… and go missing."

 

The crowd erupts with a mix of laughter and "OHHHH!" reactions at the savage insult. Balor doesn’t even flinch as he turns to the nearest camera operator.

 

"Oi, camera guy—do me a solid. Cut these three out of the shot. I don’t need ‘em in my frame."

 

The camera immediately zooms in, framing only Balor, while Cassandra, Genesis, and Tragedeigh are visibly fuming in the background.

 

"Now then, let’s talk about what really matters—our dear champion, spearhead sarah sharp. You see, in just a few short weeks—"

 

Before Balor can finish his thought, the arena is blasted with KISS "Detroit Rock City" bringing out MAWL’s General Manager Leila Blake. The crowd shifts, their attention turning to the stage as Balor raises an eyebrow, turning toward the entrance with an amused smirk.

 

BALOR: Oh, son of a…

 

The tension spikes as everyone waits to hear what the GM has to say.

 

Leila Blake (GM): Now, here’s where things get a bit dicey. You see, Balor, while I’m excited for you and the rest of Radio Silence to be here, I didn’t sign off on you in that match. Nor, for that matter, in the Trios Title match.

 

Beyonce "TEXAS HOLD EM" plays as Board Member Elisa Mae He comes out to the arena.

 

 

Elisa Mae (Board): Now, I know y’all are not bein’ rude to our guest of honor, Miss Leila Blake! Me and the fellas on the board signed off on Balor here bein’ in the match, so his win is cleaner than a field on the first day of Spring.

 

Leila: I’m sorry Elisa Mae, as the head of the company I still have final say here and the board acting without my go ahead is something we’ll need to discuss. But, since on paper you all went and made this okay, Balor you operated under the idea that you were an appropriate member of this match so I cannot fault you for that. And both as a competitor who did have his hand raised and as one of the more sought after factions in the indie community, it won’t sit right with me to just deny you the title opportunity. But, all of you make claims of varying levels of validity. Here’s my proposal. You four in our main event, a Fatal Four Way. With a clean pinfall, there will be no mistaking who is the most deserving. And that is the person, no complaints, no muss, no fuss, who will be meeting with spearhead sarah sharp at Spring Sting. The other three of you will get to be in our Spring Fling, which will give you a potential title opportunity at our biggest event of the year, Fallout. And as for the Trios situation of this all, the team whose hands were originally raised will get their rematch against Daedalus at Spring Fling as well. 

 

Colin: Leila looking for a clean solution to this all, but somehow I don’t think it’s going to clean up as nice as she wants.

 

Bianca: You can’t please everyone Colin, and you shouldn’t try. 

 

Colin: But who we should please? The fans. With that said, let's get that first match going! The God vs the Gargoyle, who's going to win?

 

THOR VS GOLDBERG

 

Ash Greaves enters the ring.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

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. Lightning forms around him while he comes down.

 

Colin: You'd think, an electric entrance like this, the fans would be all over this but they don't get behind this man.

 

Bianca: That theme song, that zipline, and nothing but boos.

 

 

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

 

"Invasion" plays as security guards walk out, flanking Goldberg as he comes out roaring. The columns of sparks and fire illuminate him as he stomps and shouts, roaring his lion roar and slamming his arms down intermittently though his walk. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Oklahoma, weighing in at 284 lbs, GOOOOLD! BEEEERG!

 

The bell rings. 

 

Colin: The two staring each other down. You could poach an egg on that glare. 

 

Bianca: We should have that Star Trek music going, you know, Spock's horny fight music. And they grapple and Thor lifting Goldberg up by his arm pits! He gonna rip his arms out! He's going full Stretch Armstrong and yanking the arms away from the body. Removing the handles from the Jackhammer! I never thought I'd see Goldberg kicking his legs trying to get Thor and can't reach. Come on Goldberg!

 

Colin: You can see the strain on Goldberg's face, he's not used to being the one to not just rely on his muscles and having to play it smarter. Goldberg swinging his body and trying to get closer, he may break his own arms in the process, good swing back and a Headbutt! That's truly using your-

 

Bianca: Don't. 

 

Colin: It's enough to get Goldberg free, and he goes off the ropes, and an Armless Spear! Thor tumbles back but keeps his footing. Thor hits Goldberg in the back with a double axe handle, and the surfboard! Pulling those arms all the way back and driving the foot into the spine! Goldberg trying to pull himself up, almost like pulling a car in a strongman competition. And he slowly gets to the ropes.

 

Bianca: The veins on Goldberg have grown three sizes but he gets himself close to the ropes and THOR SNAPS HIM BACK WITH A CLOTHESLINE! THUNDERSTRIKE! Could go for the pin and trying for another Thunderstrike but Goldberg ducks and Running Headbutt! Thor laughs at him in the face but Goldberg is not deterred, Thor shoves him and Goldberg retaliates with a Spinebuster! You can see his shaking his arms off a little before going for the pin, and that time may cost him.

 

1!

 

Colin: Sure enough, Thor is up. You don't let a Thor breathe. Goldberg getting in there with some kicks, can tell he's trying to connect his arms sparingly. Thor can tell that too and hammer punch to the right arm! Goldberg headbutts him! Thor goes for the swing and Goldberg ducks around the bend and a shoulder tackle! Thor stumbles but trips Goldberg on the way down and Fujiwara to the right! Really just trying to keep those arms out of commission. Goldberg fights to his feet, and trying to use the force of his fists rather than the strength of his arms, but shot to the ear. Goldberg without his arms is a bit like a whale with no blowhole.

 

Bianca: Thor gives a shot right back to the head, NO GOLDBERG BLOCKS IT! You can see he didn't love what that did to his arms, but he knows he's gonna have to do something here to get this back around, considering the Jackhammer no that's going to be too much stress, coming off the ropes, Thor tries to catch him with the clothesline but he ducks, back around again, evades the big boot, SPEAR! SPEAR! You can see the wear and tear on his face, but it'll be worth it when he finishes it.

 

1!

 

Colin: THOR KICKS OUT AGAIN! Goldberg is pissed! And he doesn't even care about his arms anymore, just throwing punches left and right, he'll have time to ice up tomorrow, Thor ducks the punch and lifts him up, benchpressing Goldberg overhead, MILITARY PRESSING AND IT'S A FALL FROM OLYMPUS! THOR GOES FOR THE PIN!

 

1!

 

Bianca: GOLDBERG GETS THE SHOULDER UP! IT MAY HURT HIM TO DO IT, BUT HE'S GOING FOR IT. A pair of headbutts. Thor seems nonplussed and lifts him up by his arms again NO GOLDBERG FIGHTS IT BACK AND GETS HIS LEGS DOWN, HOLDING UP....RATTLING SPINEBUSTER!

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Thor gets the shoulder up. The two of them exchanging punches now. Goldberg breathing through it, Thor lifts him up AND GOLDBERG WITH A HEADSCISSORS! You have to be creative when all of you isn't on the same page. Stomps getting in there. Rotating his shoulders, breathing, getting himself pumped, he's gonna try it, he's lifting Thor up...JAAAAAAAAAAAACKHAMMER! Surely that's gotta be it. 

 

1!

2!

 

Bianca: Two and a half as Thor just gets to the ropes! Unbelievable! Thor gasping and stomping out Goldberg's arms. Goldberg bites Thor's ankle! Kicking the bite spot and Thor goes down! Goldberg trying to maneuver his legs, twisting his leg around Thor, amazing use of the leg and straining to get his body up, wrapping his limped arms around Thor and going for an STF! Thor trying to fight out, but Goldberg's arms essentially being deadweight are making them impossible for Thor to get away! THOR TAPS! THOR TAPS! GOLDBERG SUBMITS A GOD!

 

Goldberg wins by submission with an STF!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, GOOOOOLD BEEEERG!

 

Colin: And Goldberg takes Thor down, but he's gonna need to stick his arms in an ice bath for a few days. Sometimes you have to ask if the win is worth it, and then you listen to the fans, and you know that it is.

 

Bianca: While we get Goldberg back to rest up, let's go backstage to Cristel. Cristel?

 

 

Cristel Bassano stands backstage with WildFire.

 

Cristel:  "So we are here backstage with WildFire, interviewing him after his controversial comments regarding the Forest Gauntlet Match and his prospective opponents."

Wildfire: "Uhh what???"

Cristel: "I am referring to what many have referred to as your attempt to GOD MODE members of our roster and in essence unfairly attack them."

Wildfire: "Uhhh?????"

Cristel: "You do remember your comments right? You went do your list of opponents and basically buried them in 5 words or less?"

Wildfire (looking confused ): "Uhhh I didn't ....."

Cristel: " You mean you don't for instance, remember calling CAM E LEON , a street fighter knockoff?" Did you say "Go STREET FIGHTER GO !!!""

Wildfire (shaking his head) : "Uhh no way, WildFire, uhh I mean I, would never do that, especially about someone so AWESOME and AMAZING like CamELeon!!"

Interviewer : "WildFire would never??  Wait a minute are you ?"

Wildfire: Dude, like I am totally Wildfire, truely, like I'll prove it!!"

Wildfire flexes : "See blonde haired Green Eyed Adonis."

Wildfire : "Born in Edmonton, Alberta, CANADA, Hometown Edmonton, Alberta, CANADA."

Wildfire :"6'2", 450 lbs, uhhh , speaks 7 languages, 14 years of age .... 12 children ..." He gulps nervously

Wildfire drops to the floor and starts doing pushups.

Wildfire: "See, see I am Wildfire, only Wildfire can do pushups like this !!!!"

Cristel (shaking her head) :"Ya ok Wildfire, we believe you "

 

She makes the cut motion to the camera person.


Clapping is heard.

 

WildFire is standing there behind the camera person watching the show eating a small box of Cheezits.

Wildfire turns six shades of pale.  

Wildfire (stands up hurriedly) : Uhh I am Wildfire, really,  I am

WildFire : Cam, dude, I take back all the things I said about you...




WildFire jumps up striking Cam E Leon on the top of their head with 2 lightning fast strikes and knocks them to the ground with an earthshattering thud executing a BOOM 2 !!!

Cam E Leon hits the floor like a sack of potatoes

WildFire turns and walks away: "Pooser!"

 

 

Colin: Well, that match looks like it might be benched then, we'll update you on Cam E. Leon's condition. In the meantime, Ash is down there ready for the next match. Ash?

 

JP SPEARS w/Sarah Sharp VS KID KROSS

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

JP Spears "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. He slides under the bottom rope and takes off his cut-off T-shirt and throws it into the crowd. Sarah Sharp claps for him and yells at the women in the audience to keep their eyes to themselves as she points to her championship belt. 

 

 

Ash: First! Accompanied by the MAWL Mania Champion Spearhead Sarah Sharp! From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds, J!P! Spears!

 

Colin: They love him and they hate her. The woman who ended the Chambers Match in a dramatic fashion coming through the ceiling with a curb stomp to ground Tank Vanguard and end the night. Meanwhile his belt is sitting pretty on the shoulder of Ace Anarchy. 

 

Bianca: Yet he's keeping good spirits and she's sour. Strange that. 

 

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 crowd. Ready to prove himself to his fans and the rest of the wrestling world. As Soundgarden fades out, and the bell rings.

 

Colin: We may not exactly be in Nova Scotia, but the Canadians love their own and the Garden was particularly Soundy today. Sarah mouthing off to Kross already and holding the belt, Spears takes the attempt at the roll-up! 

 

1!

 

Bianca: It took Kross a second but he was able to regain his bearings and his focus. But we can see that Sharp is already going to be an extra source of stress. And Kross locking the figure four in before either of them have a chance to get up, but Spears quickly regains control of his legs and slamming one down into Kross's leg. Kross up, Spears up. Spears with some quick jabs and taking himself off ropes, Kross catches him with an arm drag and a standing drop kick. Kross picks Spears up and Samoan Drop!

 

Colin: Kross goes for a DDT and Spears reverses into a Russian Leg Sweep. Kross goes for a second attempt and this time he lands it! And riding this wave picks him up and another DDT! One more and riding too close to the sun there as Spears gets a fisherman suplex. Spears trying for a bridging pin and Kross able to get him around, oh I think he might actually be using that hooking to his adventage and we could be seeing YES IT'S A DOUBLE KNOT! Spears reaching out to the ropes, Sharp trying to reach out to him to get him over and HERE COMES MAKI ITOH!

 

 

Bianca: Maki Itoh pulls Sharp away and suplex onto the apron! Itoh had done most of the work last weekend in their chamber, eliminated both Goldberg and that man in the ring, and then Sharp yanked the Chamber win away from her to eventually win that belt! Surely Maki Itoh must feel that belt is hers, and locking in an Itoh Punish as Kross locks that Double Knot tighter and Spears taps!! 

 

Kid Kross wins by submission with the Double Knot! 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Twiiiiiiisted Kid Kross!

 

Bianca: Maki stops Sarah from changing the game here, and makes her case that the belt should be around her waist. 

 

 

Victor sits in a dark, candelit room. He’s wearing a golden patterned hoodie and is sitting at a wooden desk, on top of which lies an hourglass, mma gloves and a long sword.

 

Victor grins proudly into the camera and begins to speak with the utmost eloquence…

Victor: “What can I say. Fighting alongside the animalities… what a thrill! To be the last man standing and fight for their honour. That will be a night I won’t soon forget… but not only for the good. I tasted success, I tasted glory, I succeeded alongside my newfound vassals… nay… my equals! I almost completed a conquest and brought glory to this… animal kingdom.”

Victor’s tone shifts ever so slightly and his grin begins to fade…

Victor: “But, alas, Daedalus capitalised on their opportunity, and all is fair in love and war. They snatched it from our grasp, they usurped us in the dying embers of our previous battle. But they will soon find, this king kneels for no man. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, heavier are the heads that will be forced to watch for this newfound union of Lionheart, Jaguar King and Victor Kingston.”

Victor turns the hourglass with careful and composed movements. The sand begins rushing, the candle flickers more, and Victor’s tone turns even more serious more like a fighter and less like a king, his eloquence gone and his readiness to fight apparent…

Victor: “Daedalus, if you thought you could swoop in and be rid of us just like that you’ve got another thing coming.”

He runs his fingers delicately along the edge of his sword…

Victor: “Time waits for no man and neither do I. Your time is going to be up as quickly as it came. Don’t get comfortable.”

The hourglass runs its course all the sand now resting in the bottom, as he blows out the candle.

 

 

2 pillar candles are lit. Damian Blackheart is revealed in the flickering light.

 

 

Damian: As the world turns, the system remains the same. It seems as though I'm just a cog in a machine that churns out the same manufactured product. Leila Blake must have taken a leaf from Henry Ford’s business model, as we see the same people getting the same opportunities. What of those of us who are left in the dark? We grow accustomed to the shadows and create our own light. But, like any nocturnal predator, we adapt and we succeed. What will happen when all of MAWL is cast into the dark? Those who grow from the light become prey, and as the shadows grow to swallow all light, those that favour the darkness will claim their kingdom.

 

He blows out the candles.

 

 

Bianca and Colin look at each other impressed.

 

 

Bianca: Kingston definitely has my attention, and I know that he and Animalities are a force of nature together.

 

Colin: That would have been their title for sure. 

 

Bianca: But now we have a different trios match to go for, so let's throw it to Ash.

 

IVAN VOLKOV AND DOOMSAYERS VS LA LUTTEUR AND TAMARA RIVERS

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a Trios Tag and it is scheduled for one fall.

 

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.

 

 

Ash (with elegance and authority):
"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!”

 

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.

 

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.

 

Ash: And their partner-

 

The drum riff hits to the instrumental version of Nothing But Thieves "Trip Switch" hits as three lightning bolts shoot from an image of the Manx three-leg symbol done as gears. The lights give a flickering feeling, as if power surging. Tamara punches the ground then raises her arm slowly. Tamara walks down the ring, cracking her fists, all business. The crowd cheers, but she pays them no mind. She's all business. She enters the ring and punches the ground again, then slowly raises her shades off and gives the smallest of smiles.

 

 

Ash: From Onchan, the Isle of Man, the Circuitbreaker, Tamara Rivers! And their opponents-

 

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

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

With The Prophet standing between them, his hand placed solemnly on their heads, the two Doomsayers kneel together as the lights snap back into an intense, flickering display of crimson and white, flashing in time with the song's relentless pace. The arena vibrates with the sheer force of the music and their presence. The Prophet smiles darkly, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent, fully aware of the chaos about to unfold.

The crowd roars, knowing that the end is near—no one is safe from the wrath of The Doomsayers. 

 

Ash: And their partner-

 

Ivan enters the arena to a symphonic metal theme with heavy drums and ominous chanting. He walks slowly and deliberately, glaring at the audience, before ripping off his coat in the ring to reveal his massive frame. Viktor Dragovich follows him in.

 

 

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

 

The bell rings. Ivan and Marion start.

 

Bianca: It's a match of power versus finesse as these two teams square off in the ring. Ivan Volkov and Marion Bartoli will get us started. 

 

Colin: We've seen the Doomsayers and La Lutteur in gauntlet style matches but this may be our first glimpse of them as actual teammates. Volkov and Bartoli grapple and Volkov easily overpowers Bartoli with that overhead belly to belly! What a statement first move. And Bartoli easily to his feet from that and REGAL SUPLEX! 

 

1!

 

Bianca: Volkov rolls out of that with a little struggle but not intensive. Bartoli going for a tag and Volkov pulls him back with a side slam and LOCKS IN THE VOLKOV VICE! Bartoli is trying to stretch out to the ropes and THE DOOMSAYERS PULL TAMARA AND RENAUD OFF THE APRON! They're absolutely decimating them outside! Bartoli is strong but not this strong and he taps. Quick and dirty. 

 

Ivan Volkov wins by Submission with the Volkov Vice!

 

 

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

 

Bianca: The Doomsayers hold up Volkov's hands and OH DAMN! THEY JUST WHIPPED VOLKOV INTO THE CORNER! They're going in with Fists! Fists of Doom even! The Prophet is telling Hammer to lift Volkov up in the high angle powerbomb and it appears that the Prophet and Viktor Dragovich are arguing outside OH NO SPRINGBOARD DDT AND VOLKOV TAKES A JUDGMENT DAY! VOLKOV IS LAID OUT IN THE RING! 

 

Colin: I think Doomsayers didn't take too well to essentially being Ivan's henchmen in this match. That was an alliance created and squashed in a day! 

 

Bianca: While we deal with this, let's see what's going on backstage.

 

 

The camera flickers to life in a dimly lit backstage area. The air feels thick, heavy with an unnatural stillness. Gozu sits hunched over on a crate, fingers tapping rhythmically against the steel chair resting across his lap. His head tilts slightly, as if listening to something just beyond the camera’s reach. His breathing is slow, measured, but his fingers twitch with anticipation. A long pause before he finally speaks, not to the interviewer, not to the camera… but to someone else entirely.

 

Gozu: “We know… We know. You feel it too, don’t you? The pull… the hunger.”

He nods slowly, his hand tightening around the chair’s handle.

Gozu: “Moon. Yes… he thinks he’s ready. Thinks he’s different. Thinks he’s… special.”

A pause. Gozu turns his head slightly, as if considering a response he alone can hear. He chuckles, low and raspy.

Gozu: “No, no… we don’t think he understands yet. But he will.”

His hand runs along the seat of the chair, fingers dragging over the cold metal like a cherished possession. Another pause, his head cocks to the side sharply, as if something has caught him off guard.

Gozu: “Oh? You think so?”

A slow grin curls beneath his mask.

Gozu: “Mmm… suppose he does love the people. Loves their cheers, their validation, their adoration.”

His grin twitches, distorting into something more unsettling. His voice drops lower, almost conspiratorial.

Gozu: “But what happens… when they fall silent?”

He stops. His eyes shift slightly, gaze unfocused, as though carefully listening to an unseen voice. His fingers resume tapping against the chair, faster this time. His breathing quickens. He nods once, twice… then his face stills.

Gozu: “Yes… yes, we like that.”

His grip tightens around the chair. The metal groans under his fingers. He exhales sharply, as if coming back from wherever his mind had wandered.

Gozu: “Moon is a bright one, isn’t he? He shines so pretty for them. So proud. So bold.”

He pauses, listening. His head tilts in the other direction now, almost as if he’s weighing the words of someone only he can hear. Then, a slow nod of agreement.

Gozu: “Yes… yes, we think it’s time we dim that light.”

A long silence lingers before Gozu finally lifts his gaze to the camera, his focus razor-sharp, his presence suffocating.

Gozu: “Don’t worry, Moon… We’ll see you soon.”

With that, he stands, dragging his chair behind him as he disappears into the darkness. The metal scraping against the concrete lingers even after he’s gone.

 

As Gozu fades out, we see Lionheart and Jaguar King approaching a doorway.

 

 

Lionheart: So we go in and we take the trios belts back by force. That's the plan, right?

 

Jaguar King: No, I think they're recognized as the champs so it's not like they stole it from us, but it was a cheap win that didn't make any of us look good. I'm just gonna go in, challenge em to a real match, make the point that if they want to be seen as strong then they can accept our challenge for a real fight and not some cheap shot. 

 

Lionheart: And what if they don't care about that? They already have the belts. 

 

Jaguar King: If they won't civilly agree to the match, we take it up the ladder and get an official challenge that way. 

 

Lionheart: You know that there's like 6 of them right?

 

Jaguar King: Yes, 6 individuals who fancy themselves elite fancy Gods. I don't know that they'd stoop to jumping me. And if they do, you're out here.

 

Lionheart: I'm gonna text for backup. Just in case.

 

Jaguar King: Smart. I'm going in.

 

Jaguar King and Lionheart fist bump then Jaguar King knocks on the door. He tries twice, but no answer. He snarls and then kicks.

 

Jaguar King storms into the Radio Silence locker room, his massive frame nearly shaking the walls. His purple jaguar facepaint gleams under the dim light as he scans the room. The only person inside is Eros, lounging in a chair with his feet propped up, reading a book—something old and worn, written in Latin.

 

 

Jaguar growls. "Where is Alastor?"

Eros doesn't even look up. "Have you been invited?" His voice is calm, almost amused.

Jaguar's eyes narrow as he notices a door marked "Alastor's Room." He scoffs, cracking his knuckles. "I don’t need an invitation."

As he strides toward the door, Eros finally looks up—just slightly. "I wouldn’t if I were you."

Jaguar sneers. "You think I’m scared of a parlor trick demon?" He pushes the door open.

SLAM!

The door slams shut behind him, sealing him in complete darkness.

Inside Alastor's Room

The only thing visible in the pitch-black room is an old-fashioned radio, sitting eerily in the center.

Jaguar cracks his neck, his voice a low growl. "Alastor! Show yourself, you coward!"

A sudden static buzzes from the radio. Then, without warning—

Spice Up Your Life

🎵 "La la la la la la la la la…" 🎵

Jaguar stiffens. The sound isn't coming from the radio—it's all around him.

"What the hell—"

Suddenly, Alastor appears, grinning ear to ear, lip-syncing and dancing to the song’s first verse.

 

 

🎵 "When you're feelin' sad and low, we will take you where you gotta go!" 🎵

Alastor snaps his fingers—suddenly, bright carnival lights flicker to life in the darkness, illuminating his crimson pinstripe suit as he spins around Jaguar.

🎵 "Smilin', dancin', everything is free! All you need is positivity!" 🎵

Jaguar swipes at him—misses. Alastor vanishes into the shadows.

POP! Alastor reappears behind him, wearing a shimmering Spice Girls-inspired sequin dress.

🎵 "Colours of the world! Spice up your life!" 🎵

He twirls, throwing glitter in Jaguar's face.

Jaguar roars. "STOP IT!"

Alastor pirouettes away.

🎵 "Every boy and every girl! Spice up your life!" 🎵

Alastor snaps his fingers—Jaguar’s purple facepaint turns into a hot pink jaguar mask.

🎵 "People of the world! Spice up your life!" 🎵

Jaguar yanks the mask off and throws it, but it vanishes into thin air.

🎵 "Aah!" 🎵

Alastor appears upside-down from the ceiling, his arms crossed behind his head, lazily floating.

🎵 "Slam it to the left, if you're havin' a good time!" 🎵

Jaguar swings. Alastor dodges, spinning away.

🎵 "Shake it to the right, if ya know that you feel fine!" 🎵

Alastor shakes his hips. Jaguar lunges—but Alastor teleports behind him, now dressed in bell-bottoms and platform shoes.

🎵 "Chicas to the front! Ha ha!" 🎵

Suddenly, Eros appears in the corner, still reading his book, looking completely uninterested.

🎵 "Go round!" 🎵

Jaguar swings wildly—Alastor vanishes again.

🎵 "Slam it to the left—"

Jaguar whirls around—Alastor is now in a bright yellow Kung Fu gi, striking a ridiculous Karate Kid pose.

🎵 "Yellow man in Timbuktu!" 🎵

Jaguar snarls. "ENOUGH WITH THE COSTUMES!"

🎵 "Colour for both me and you!" 🎵

Alastor grabs Jaguar's arm and twirls him around like a ballroom dance partner.

🎵 "Kung Fu Fighting!" 🎵

Alastor throws a slow-motion karate kick—Jaguar dodges.

🎵 "Dancing Queen!" 🎵

Alastor twirls in a full-blown ABBA-style sparkly jumpsuit.

🎵 "Tribal Spaceman!" 🎵

Alastor appears in an astronaut suit, moonwalking.

Jaguar slams his fist into the wall. "ENOUGH!"

🎵 "And all that's in between!" 🎵

Alastor snaps his fingers—Jaguar’s own outfit transforms into a full Spice Girls tracksuit.

🎵 "Colours of the world! Spice up your life!" 🎵

Jaguar rips the tracksuit off in fury.

🎵 "Every boy and every girl! Spice up your life!" 🎵

Alastor reappears inches from Jaguar’s face.

🎵 "People of the world! Spice up your life!" 🎵

Jaguar swings a punch—Alastor catches his fist.

🎵 "Aah!" 🎵

Jaguar is spun around.

🎵 "Slam it to the left—"

Alastor whips Jaguar’s arm to the left.

🎵 "Shake it to the right—"

He yanks him to the right.

🎵 "Chicas to the front!" 🎵

He dance-walks Jaguar back towards the door.

🎵 "Go round!" 🎵

Alastor spins him once, then—

🎵 "Hai Si Ja! Hold tight!" 🎵

BOOM!

Alastor Spartan-kicks Jaguar out of the door.

SLAM!

The door closes.

Back in the Locker Room

Jaguar King crashes onto the locker room floor, stunned, disheveled, panting.

Eros, without looking up from his book, casually remarks:

"I tried to warn you."

Jaguar, fuming, "YOU’RE BOTH FREAKS!"

He storms out.

Eros smirks and finally turns a page.

 

Lionheart looks at Jaguar King as he exits, steaming.

 

Lionheart: Why do you smell like a British dance club?

 

Jaguar King: Come on. We'll get our damn title match.

 

Lionheart and Jaguar King storm off and almost bump into Milo ‘The Stat-Man’ Rivers as he nervously adjusts his glasses as he shuffles through a stack of papers backstage at the Maniacal Action Wrestling League (MAWL) arena. The dimly lit hallway smells of sweat, steel, and something… off. He mutters to himself, rapidly jotting notes in his tattered notebook.

 

 

Milo:

"Alright, let’s see here—big brawlers, high-impact offense, okay, a lot of blood, lot of questionable tactics—huh, definitely not PG-rated—wait a second…"

 

His pen freezes mid-scribble. His heart skips a beat.

 

Milo:

"Ralph… and… La Sangre Maldita?!"

 

Milo’s face drains of color. He swallows hard, peering over his shoulder as if the names alone might summon them. His fingers fumble with his phone as he immediately dials Aztec. The line rings once before Aztec answers, his voice as cold as ever.

 

 

Aztec (flatly):

"You shouldn’t be there, Milo."

 

Milo (frantically whispering):

"Oh great, so you do know! Listen, uh, maybe I shouldn’t be the one scouting here, given, y’know, my association with you! These guys aren’t exactly the friendly handshake type—"

 

Aztec (calmly, but firm):

"Get out. Now."

 

Milo (panicking):

"Yeah, working on that—uh, minor issue, though—"

 

The hallway suddenly grows unnaturally dark. The overhead lights flicker once, then die. A creeping, ink-black shadow slithers along the walls, swallowing up the last remaining glimmers of light. Milo stumbles backward, clutching his phone like a lifeline.

 

Milo:

"Uh… Aztec? Y-you still there, buddy?"

 

Something moves in the darkness. A presence. A whispering hiss, followed by the heavy thud of boots on concrete. Milo barely has time to scream before the shadows engulf him completely.

 

His phone clatters to the floor, still on the call with Aztec. The screen flickers. Heavy, ragged breathing fills the receiver. Then—

 

 

Ralph (low, menacing chuckle):

"Do we have your attention now, Aztec?"

 

A pause. Then a sharp click as Ralph hangs up.

 

The phone’s screen dies, leaving only the sound of dripping water in the pitch-black hallway.

 

 

The crowd cheers and Bianca and Colin watch intently as Ash stands in the ring.

 

RAGNARRR VS WONDERWOLF

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

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

 

 

Ash: From Amsterdam, Netherlands, weighing 200 pounds, WONDERWOOOOOLF!

 

Colin: Last week Wonderwolf called Ragnarrr out and he's about to get his wish. 

 

Bianca: Do you think it will be a monkey's paw?

 

Colin: Before his match last week maybe but he got that submission going quick, so he's not one to be underestimated.

 

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

 

Colin: Ragnarrr is still favoring that leg a little from Thor's brutality last week. So we'll see if that plays into this.

 

The bell rings.

 

Bianca: Ragnarrr and Wonderwolf locking up, Ragnarrr throws Wonder off the ropes and starts him going with a fisherman DDT. Ragnarrr picks Wonder up and into an armdrag. Wonder rolls up and hits a fisherman DDT of his own, and continues that into a Northern Lights Suplex! Chooses not to go for the pin just yet, but instead get in a fist drop. Going for the legs and locking in that Cloverbeef! Wants to make Ragnarrr feel what he felt in the Ragnarrr Lock! And it looks like Ragnarrr is trying to get the ropes and he's got some assistance, what is this! 

 

 

Colin: Vraag helping Ragnarrr to the ropes, it's clear he's had it with Wonderwolf's rejection! The referee is yelling at Question Mark Vraag to stay out of this! The distraction is enough for Ragnarrr to finish his journey to the ropes and punch Wonderwolf's legs, forcing the hold to be dropped. Wonder rolls back and off the ropes, a jumping headbutt! Wonder picks Ragnarrr up for a Death Valley Driver! 

 

Bianca: And Vraag is yelling...something...at Wolf that seems to be in Dutch, he has Wolf's attention and turn around OH NO RAGNARRR BOMB! Ragnarrr pins but Wolf kicks out quickly. Fueled by rage, adrenaline, something's in the Wolf. Armdrag and Wunderbar by Wolf! And Ragnarrr trying to get to the ropes, almost, not quite and he taps! Wonderwolf did it!

 

Wonderwolf wins by Submission with the Wunderbar!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, WONDERWOLF!

 

Colin: And Wolf not waiting to get his hand raised, he's giving chase to Vraag! Back they go!

 

Bianca: And we move it along!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

 

GOOD DUDE GREG ARIAS VS P. DIDDY SEAN COMBS

 

Trik Turner "Friends and Family" plays as Good Dude Greg Arias comes out. He high fives the fans but he's a little less cheerful than usual.

 

 

Ash: First! From Boise, Idaho, weighing in at 301 pounds, Good Dude Greg Arias!

 

Colin: This is Arias's first appearance on Madness, and he's been gunning for the person we're about to see.

 

*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: And his opponent! From New York City, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, the Comeback Kid, P. Diddy Sean Combs!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Diddy already covering his hands in that oil mess, and a Puff Daddy Punch to Arias! Arias staring him down. That's the most intense I've ever seen Greg. Diddy with the PDP with the other hand, Arias staring him down still. Going back for the right and Arias grabs his hand! A flurry of face punches and ARM-TRAPPED CHOKESLAM! Greg Arias is not messing around!

 

Bianca: Greg with the stomps to Diddy's midsection and oh Diddy's nowhere to be found, leaving a trail of that Drizzle that Arias slips on! Diddy pops up with the elbow to the back of the head! Arias is clearly fuming now as Diddy dances around the ring. Diddy with a breakdance around the ring and Arias just getting to his feet, Sean Combs Shuffle! Arias back down and Diddy off the ropes, there's that Splash!

 

1!

 

Colin: Arias kicks up and launches Diddy! Arias off the ropes and a clothesline! Arias keeps the run going and another clothesline NO Diddy gets the Toe Hold and Arias is struggling to maintain a steady offense here. Diddy gets him with the No Limit Neckbreaker and covers again!

 

1!

 

Bianca: Arias shoulders up, Diddy isn't getting the finish he was hoping for and throwing some punches on Arias, you can see the oil glistening down Greg's face and splashing up from impact. This ring is going to be a damn mess again, Colin.

 

Colin: Arias with an arm wringer flip from grounded and back to his feet. Boot by Arias, picking Diddy up and ripcord powerslam! Arias deadlift chokeslam to Diddy! He's done messing around! Another deadlift chokeslam! Off the ropes and he's going for the Spread Cheer and slips on that damn oil! Diddy takes the opportunity to cover,

 

1!

2!

 

Bianca: Arias back up and Diddy isn't getting it done. Diddy goes for the Benjamin Bomb and Arias reverses into a frankensteiner! Arias with the pin-

 

1!

 

Colin: Diddy up easily, the oil seems to have several purposes and getting out of a pin is one of them. Diddy to the ropes, oiling them up, he's going through that stuff quickly. 

 

Bianca: He's got a shipment coming in, I think.

 

Colin: And using the oil to springboard and there's that flying clothesline! Diddy celebrating in front of this audience! Off the ropes and No Limit Legdrop! The man is feeling himself and he's going up to that turnbuckle-

 

Suddenly the Titantron goes on and shows a scene of a lake and a giant tankard driving towards it.

 

Bianca: I think-I think that might be the shipment! And it's heading straight for that lake! Is Michael Scott driving?

 

Colin: I think we can get a closer look at the driver and-OH MY GOD!

 

 

Bianca: 50 Cent! 50 Cent has Diddy's oil and jumping out of the truck with the double bird, that tankard is fish food! We may have a rap beef about to go down in MAWL!

 

Colin: And Diddy is watching from that turnbuckle as his weapon supply has been hijacked by C-Jack, Arias up SPIDER SUPLEX TO DIDDY! TAKES HIM OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! HILARIAS ELBOW DROP! The cover is up!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Good Dude Greg Arias wins by Pinfall with the HilArias Elbow Drop!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Good Dude Greg Arias!

 

Colin: And Arias takes Diddy down with an assist from 50 Cent! Diddy slides out of the ring and storming backstage. Arias gets his revenge, and celebrating with the fans. Greg feeling-

 

The lights go down for a second, and Arctic Monkeys "Brick by Brick" plays as Brick Benson storms out, microphone in hand.

 

 

Brick: Look at the mess in this sacred square. Baby oil on the mat, on the ropes.

 

Bianca: Yes, because you came out before we could clean it up.

 

Brick: This is exactly the problem with this industry. Once a respected institution of gladiators, now become a spectacle that you would see on daytime TV, a cavalcade of weirdos and freaks each trying to outdo each other, not in talent, not in tenacity, but in utter nonsense. I tried to bite my tongue, sit back, and play my part as you brought in Deke the Freak. I tried to bite my tongue, sit back, and play my part as you hired one of the most controversial and disgusting people in the music industry. But now you have a man here who's ENTIRE thing is telling others to get naked. The last remaining pillar of decency has fallen and MAWL has become the bulldozer that has gleefully knocked it down. And I have blood in my mouth from biting my tongue too much. Is this really what you envisioned when you brought your impressionable child to this ring? Freaks and weirdos and sex criminals? Don't get me wrong. I love a good controversy. I like to ride to the edge. I'm not calling for censorship, I'm calling for Sanity. If Leila Blake will not rid this beloved institution of its utter and embarrassing spectacle of sickness and restore wrestling to good, hard, old fashioned fighting, then I will, and I invite any of you to join me as we decimate the illness that plagues this sanctum. And I come to the core of this illness and my first target, this self-proclaimed Naked Lord. Now, where I come from, we have a Lord, and even his first children saw fit to wear fig leaves. So you, the false god of the flesh, will not continue to besmirch this good institution. I will wreck you. 

 

Brick Benson begins to leave the ring and the lights go out, stopping him in his tracks. 

 

Colin: What is this now?

 

A single spotlight shines on the ring as eerie chants begin to echo through the PA system. The camera zooms in on a dimly lit arena. Suddenly, the music cuts. A deep voice rings out:
"When the world hides its truth behind fabric, behind layers of deception... one man stands bare. One man stands unashamed."

The screen flickers, and a figure steps into the light. It's The Naked Lord, his body as raw and uncovered as his message. The audience gasps as he raises his arms in reverence.

 

Speaking with a slow, deliberate tone, he says: “Hear and rejoice, for the Naked Gods have sent me to preach the truth. And so, I stand before you—naked in spirit, naked in body, and naked in truth."

The Naked Lord paces around the ring, each step deliberate, as the crowd murmurs in confusion and awe. He stops, staring at Brick Benson.

 

Naked Lord: And you - you call me a weirdo? You call me a freak? How dare you? Don’t you know I am the voice of the Naked Gods? I preach the Naked Gospel - the purest form of existence, where nothing is hidden, nothing is concealed.

The Naked Lord steps into the ring, standing face to face with Brick Benson.

Naked Lord: You are nothing but a hypocrite. But you cannot hide from your true self. You cannot put a sweater or socks on your soul. Those who cover themselves with garments are not free! They are slaves to the fabric of lies!

The Naked Lord raises his arms in a dramatic pose.

 

Naked Lord: My Naked Gods, OUR Naked Gods do not shelter themselves behind the illusion of clothing. And we, the Pure, do not fear the world in all its rawness! I will cleanse this ring... and all of you... with the purity of my truth. And when I stand victorious, remember this: You will never look at clothing the same way again... because you will know, deep down, the naked truth that you can never escape...

 

Brick Benson drops him with a stiff punch and calls for the bell. 

 

Colin: Well, looks like we have a match. And a potential S&P call.

 

Bianca: Normally we have staff draping towels around him before he comes out, I'm not quite sure how we avoided it this time but Benson uses his jacket to cover up Naked Lord, then picks him up...oh we're going for an airplane spin!

 

Colin: Benson stomping out the Naked Lord! Picking him up and ripcord lariat! Naked up and into a punch combo by Brick. Brick going for a short arm and Naked ducks, back around the other end and DDT! Naked picks up Benson and CHOKESLAM! And a knee drop to keep it going. Benson's day just got a whole lot harder, I don't think he was expecting Naked to be this powerful.

 

Bianca: Vertical suplex by the Naked Lord to Benson, and I think you may be right. Keeping the pressure on with an armlock. Benson trying to fight up, but Lord's angling up and Benson is down on his knees! I think that Lord may actually make him t-now who the hell is this??

 

 

Colin: I don't know but he's taking a lead pipe to the stomach of the Naked Lord and Andra Jones calls for the ball!

 

The Naked Lord wins by disqualification!

 

 

Bianca: The man launches Naked backwards to Benson and Benson catches him into a T-Bone Suplex! 

 

The man grabs the microphone.

 

Manda: My name is Manda Miento. Mandamiento means in Spanish "Order" and I am here to help restore order and sanity to wrestling. I was a fighter in Baz McCobb's Eastern Kaos Wrestling, and I know what good and real wrestling looks like. I will join your crusade. 

 

Colin: Brick Benson and Manda Miento shaking hands! Did we need another new team, I'm not sure, but these two want to clean out the creeps and they started with Naked. But before anyone gets hurt, we need to get rid of this oily mess so let's check back in backstage.

 

 

Sarah Sharp and Maki Itoh are in the midst of a brawl backstage. Sarah is struggling back to her feet, as Maki whips her over a catering table.

 

 

Sarah grabs an unopened box of soda cans from the fallen catering table and rails it across Maki's face. Sarah pulls Maki up by her pig tails and back body drops her through the table. Maki takes one of the legs from the broken table and whacks Sarah in the ribs with it. Maki elbow drops Sarah on the back of her head then breaks the leg over Sarah's back! Sarah doubles over and Maki approaches her, but Sarah grabs Maki by the legs and Alabama Slams her into the pile of broken wood! Maki fights back up with a series of punches to the midsection, but Sarah STOs her back down, and deadlifts her up, carrying her over to a catering truck and Sharp Dressed onto the hood! She slams Maki's head onto the hood as well. Maki judo tosses Sarah over the hood and climbs onto it, making her way to the top of the truck and nails the Flying Big Head! 

 

Sarah struggles to her feet but makes it up and runs Maki's head through the passenger window of the truck! Gut punching Maki while Maki tries to pull herself out of the front window. She pulls Maki out of the window but upside down big swing into the side of the truck! A pair of kicks to Maki's midsection as she tries to get up. Maki looking around for something to fight back with and whacks Sarah across the face with a Sterno that's still hot! Maki feels the burn a little bit and sticks her hand in a cooler, Sarah gets up and Maki punches with a fist full of ice to the other side of the face! Maki DDTs Sarah into the ice cooler! She pulls Sarah's soaked head out and judo flips her onto to the concrete. Sarah gets up and Maki whangs her with the title belt! Maki holds it up as we pan to-

 

 

Leila is about to see what the commotion is when Daniel breaks down her door, literally.

 

 

"YOU PROMISED ME!" Daniel's bursting to the shocked president.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!"

Leila quickly retaliate while maintaining her composure.
"WHAT THE HELL WHAT, MISTER? DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST BROUGHT YOUR A*S HERE AND YELL AT ME LIKE THAT?"

Daniel throws the Destroyer's mask on her table, making Leila lose her word.
Leila: "What the...?"

Daniel: "YOU SAID YOU'LL KEEP IT FROM ME!"

Leila is trying to grasp the situation: "I did...and I..."

Daniel: "THEN WHY IT SUDDENLY APPEARED IN THE RING?? ARE YOU TRYING TO F*CKING AROUND WITH ME?!!"

Leila opens her cabinet, her eye widened.
She's looking at Daniel's with a pissed, disturbed, yet totally confused expression.

 

Leila: "LISTEN!...."

She took a deep breath and continuing with a more content tone.

 

Leila: "...I did put your mask here...in this cabinet...but..."

She's looking at the mask that lies on her desk. Her tone began to persuading him.

Leila: "I swear, Daniel. What advantage do I get from ruining your match?"

She tried to reasoning but Daniel's heavy breath is a sign that she's going to need a more solid prove of her innocence.
So she's obviously trying to find something else.

Leila: "I KNOW! LET'S CHECK THE TAPE!"

Daniel: "Tape..?" He's grunting.

Leila: "Yes!! We could find out who threw your mask in the chamber!"

 

She swipes her tablet and in a second she put the tablet in the desk so Daniel could also see it.

The record shows that Destroyer's mask seems like suddenly appeared in the chamber ring out of nowhere.
Leila tried to move back and forward the scene to make sure they didn't miss a thing.

Leila: "It's...like appearing from thin air..."

Daniel: "Impossible..."

Somehow Leila's eye sparks as if she's having a brilliant idea.

Leila: "Unless..."

Daniel frowns: "Unless...? What?"

Leila rolling her eyes, thinking.

Leila: "Unless...Moon did it."

Daniel frowns even more: "Moon?"

Leila: "Yes...you know...he might want to teased you with this mask...maybe he heard our conversation early this evening...and decide to...you know?"

Daniel's eye begin to glare.

Daniel: "Moon..."

Leila: "Hey, it's just a theory...but it's a possibility, right?"

Daniel bangs Leila's desk with his fist, making her jumped up a bit.

He hands her the mask one more time.

Daniel: "Keep this away from me...please...and this time..."

Leila gazing at him, trying to read what's behind the rage and demand.

Leila: "Okay, okay...as good gesture that I'm not against you...."

She took the mask and walks to the back part of her office.

Leila: "This is my private safe box. I'm the only one who know how to unlock it. This should do the trick, okay?"

She puts the mask and close the safe box.

Leila: "Happy now...big guy?"

Daniel looks at her tablet that still lies on the desk.

Daniel: "I'll get you, Moon..."

With that he walks out.

Leila in low voice: "Creep...!!"

Pissed, she hits the broken door. CN Starz emerges from the behind her. Apparently she's been in the office the whole time.

 

 

CN Starz (smirking): You know that Moon didn't take it.

 

Leila: Yeah, but I don't know who did, and I don't have time right now to figure it out. Moon can handle it. It's fine. Come on, let's go, we have our announcement to make. 

 

 

Leila and CN Starz walk out with microphones. 

 

 

Leila: Hello Toronto! How are we all doing tonight?

 

The crowd cheers.

 

Leila: That's what I love to hear. Now, you know if you're following us that 2025 is a year of firsts. It's our first time with gender-inclusive titles!

 

The crowd cheers louder.

 

Leila: It's our first year as 4 companies in one trying to work together! We had our first ever televised weekly show on WGTV! And you are our first INTERNAAAAATIONAL AAAUDIENCE!

 

The crowd goes absolutely ballistic.

 

Leila: And to keep the train of firsts going, here in this beautiful country of Canada, we are announcing ANOTHER First. And this first...is a second. You see, Canada, you may have noticed that our roster has...well, grown. Considerably. And new fantastic talents come through these doors all the time and we need to be able to better showcase this. So with immense pride and pleasure that I announce to you, our second show! MAAAAAAAAAWL MAAAAAAALICE!

 

 

Leila: Now, naturally, running one show on its own has been a bit on the chaotic side for me, so I'm going to now hand it off to Malice's new GM, CN STARZ!

 

CN: Thank you Leila. I will of course continue to operate under you but I am thrilled to head this new show. Right now, it is an offshoot and spillover show and will air following Madness, and we will assess whether this will be a brand split or cohesive unit down the line. 

 

 

Bianca: I haven't heard anything about this, have you, Colin?

 

Colin: No, maybe they're going with a new announcer team. Interesting choice to hand this off to someone with no fed experience when you have three former fed heads on your board, I'm sure that this is going to intensify their resentment.

 

Bianca: Also, didn't CN try to steal a match for Zod-

 

The Titantron starts to flicker.

 

 

The camera fades in to a dark, empty locker room, illuminated only by a single flickering light. The walls are plastered with photos of Leila Blake, the cunning owner of MAWL, each marked with red spray paint and labeled “TARGET.” Black Saber stands in the middle, fists clenched, a storm brewing behind his piercing gaze. He steps closer to the camera, his voice filled with deep rage and conviction.

 

 

Black Saber: “Look at this! Look at the face of a coward hiding behind her champions! Leila Blake, the so-called mastermind of this corrupt empire, is nothing more than a puppet master pulling strings from the shadows. You think you can use your talentless champions to shield yourself from the truth? You’re wrong!”

 

He gestures fiercely to the photos hanging on the wall, his frustration boiling over.

 

Black Saber: “This company is built on a foundation of lies and favoritism! While true warriors like me are left in the dark, you continue to reward mediocrity and incompetence. You’ve created a system that elevates the unworthy and crushes those who actually have the talent and heart to succeed!”

 

Black Saber takes a deep breath, channeling his anger into a powerful resolve.

 

Black Saber: “But it’s time for change! Something monumental is on the horizon—a movement called the Anti-System! We will rise up against your tyranny, Leila! We will protect the weak, we will fight for those who deserve a chance, and we will make sure that talent and hard work are what truly matter in this ring!”

 

His voice grows more intense as he leans closer to the camera, eyes aflame with determination.

 

Black Saber: “Leila, your days of hiding behind your so-called champions are numbered. The Anti-System is coming for you, and we will expose you for the fraud that you are! You think you can silence us? You think we’ll just accept your broken system? We will not back down!”

 

He pulls out his phone, the tension palpable as he dials a number, his expression serious and focused.

 

Black Saber: “Damian, it’s time. The plan is in motion. Contact the others we discussed—we need everyone on board. We’re going to dismantle this corrupt regime piece by piece. This is our moment, and we will not let it slip away!”

 

As he ends the call, Black Saber turns back to the camera, his resolve unshakeable.

 

Black Saber: “The Anti-System is here, and we will not be silenced any longer. We will fight for equality, for respect, and for every wrestler who has been overlooked and underappreciated! Prepare yourself, Leila Blake, because the revolution is coming, and we will reclaim what is rightfully ours!”

 

The camera fades out, leaving behind an electrifying sense of impending change, as Black Saber’s fierce determination lingers in the air. Leila and CN leave quickly, talking into a headset.

 

Colin: Do you think they were the ones responsible for the attack on Yuri?

 

Bianca: I'd put money on it. 

 

Colin: Well, let's bring it back to Ash. We've still got a bunch of card to go, including your fight to stay in this seat and send Axel packing.

 

JAMES D VS BLOOD DRAWN

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

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

 

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: And his opponent! From Steelhaven, weighing 285 pounds, he is the MAWL Eurasian Champion, BLOOD DRAWN!

 

The bell rings.

 

Bianca: If there's one thing Blood Drawn hates it's-

 

Colin: Plasma Painted Harvey Headstone.

 

Bianca: Arrogance. It's Arrogance. And James D has that in SPADES. Blood starts off strong with a running shoulder tackle. James D to his feet with some quick jabs at Blood. Blood goes for a quick swing, James D ducks and T-Bone Suplex! Going for the cover quickly-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

James D wins by Pinfall with the T-Bone!

 

Colin: Do you remember what happened to Moon when he squashed Blood Drawn?

 

Bianca: Yeah why OH MY GOD BLOODLINE BREAKER TO THE OUTSIDE! Blood Drawn is coming up and poor Spanish Announcers Table, they always take the worst of it and BLOODLINE BREAKER THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCERS TABLE! The Spanish Announcers running over to the Italian Announcers!

 

Colin: Speaking of Moon, he's in action next! 

 

MOON VS GOZU

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

A colorful lightshow dances across the entrance gate as Titanic plays. 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: First, from the Land of Ancient Warriors and Legends,, weighing in at 200 pounds, The Prince, MOON!

 

Bianca: He has a bit of a target on his back and Leila did not help with that at all. Neither did his incredibly impressive win in the Bloodstar Match last week. 

 

The lights in the arena go black as the sound of wind whipping through can be faintly heard.  Abruptly a guitar chord kicks from the opening of Archenemy - Handshake with Hell in as dim red light fills every corner of the the arena.  Thick fog billows out from the entryway as the music swell, 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 walks up the steps and up onto the apron.  Fog seeping out from under the ring as he reaches it.  Gozu push 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: And his opponent! From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 320 pounds, GOZU!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Gozu pulls Moon in right off the bat with a ripcord lariat! And a bionic elbow to follow. Moon absolutely devastates Gozu with a MOONSTRIKE! Gozu picking Moon up for a Kyouki Driver MOON REVERSES INTO A ROLLUP PIN!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Moon wins by Pinfall with the Roll-Up Counter! 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, M-

 

Daniel runs from the crowd into the ring.

 

 

 

Colin: And Daniel is yelling at Moon about something, a mask?

 

Bianca: Moon looks confused. Honestly, I don't blame him.

 

Colin: And the bell rings! Moon is confused, Daniel is a little confused, hell Andra is confused but she shrugs and looks like we have a fight and it was Gozu who rang the bell!

 

MOON VS DANIEL

 

Bianca: And Daniel drops Moon right off with a Big Boot! Moon up and a series of chops and a quick punch. Moon goes for a kick and Daniel lifts him up, leg trap spinebuster!

 

Colin: Daniel picks Moon up and Pumphandle Slam! Moon tries to roll this into a Boston Crab! And cloth appears in the ring, did someone throw in the towel?? The match is being called! Daniel is confused, Moon doesn't know what just happened, but Andra Jones saw cloth show up and has taken it as the towel being thrown.

 

Moon wins by...Forfeiture?

 

 

Bianca: Wait! That's not a towel! That...that's the Mask! Daniel is gobsmacked! Daniel stares Gozu down and is telling him to get into the ring! Gozu isn't sure what this all about but he sees an opportunity for a fight, he's going to take it, Gozu, and Moon, and Daniel, all squaring up now.

 

MOON VS DANIEL...VS GOZU

 

The bell rings again.

 

Colin: Moon has just been declared a winner twice and is here fighting again. Big chops to Gozu by Moon. Gozu responds with a Kesagiri back to Moon. Moon with a running jump kick to Daniel now. Look out Moon! Bionic Elbow by Gozu! Gozu going for a German Suplex on Moon WAIT DANIEL GOING FOR A GERMAN ON GOZU AT THE SAME TIME! WE'RE ABOUT TO RUSSINA DOLL THIS! BOTH GOZU AND MOON TAKING THE BUMP!

 

Bianca: Moon to his feet first and he's shouting! 

 

Moon: This is the war of Good and Evil Before Judgment Day! This is Armageddon! 

 

Bianca: MOONSTRIKE TO DANIEL! Going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Colin: Daniel kicks! Gozu with a headbutt to Daniel. Moon following that up with some chops to Daniel as well. Gozu locks in the Torii Breaker Armbar and MOON REVERSES IT AND GIVES GOZU HIS MOVE BACK but Gozu easily lariats out of it but can't escape the trapping headbutts! About to go for the pin but Daniel with the lariat to the back of Moon's head. Moon up and Irish Whips Gozu! Corner punching! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Daniel attempts to hit the big boot in the corner but Gozu moves and hammer punch to Daniel's leg! Lariat down! 

 

Bianca: Moon hits an Alley Bomb to Daniel! Daniel looking Moon in the face, picks him up by the throat! Moon trying to kick his legs to get out of the predicament and not happening! The jump and the FINAL JUDGMENT! Whipping Gozu out of the ring and covering!

 

1!

2!
3!

Daniel wins by Pinfall with the Final Judgment!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Daniel!

 

Colin: Those first two wins will go on Moon's tally as they are official wins, but Daniel ends the battle for them for the day, and he's getting in their faces with the Mask. Moon truly doesn't know. Gozu truly doesn't know. Daniel got what he thought was retribution but he's no closer to the truth.

 

 

The atmosphere in the locker room is electric. The Edge Runners and Zagreus are in the corner, going over their strategy for the tag match. Johnny, sitting on a bench, gestures emphatically while V listens intently. Zagreus, standing with arms crossed, nods along as he prepares to handle commentary for the match.

 

 

Meanwhile, Balor Wolfe sits on another bench, his arm outstretched as Eros carefully wraps his wrist tape. Alastor’s private dressing area door creaks open, and the towering, sharp-dressed demon steps out, adjusting his crimson vest with an amused grin.

 

 

Alastor: ("Silky smooth, but with that ever-present sinister edge") "Eros, dear, who was that in my room earlier?"

 

Eros barely glances up, simply smirking before returning to securing Balor’s tape. Alastor eyes him for a moment before chuckling softly, letting the subject drop—for now.

 

Back in the corner, Zagreus leans forward on the bench, looking over at Balor and Alastor.

 

Zagreus: "Yo, are you two pissed that Balor has to earn the title shot again? It’s kinda ridiculous. He already proved himself."

 

Alastor's grin remains as he steps closer, clasping his hands together.

 

Alastor: "Oh, my dear Zagreus, this was all part of the plan. Nothing to be worried about—yet."

 

Balor exhales, rolling his shoulders as Eros finishes up with the tape.

 

Balor: "Yeah, yeah, I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it."

 

Before the conversation can continue, Johnny and V stand up, giving final nods to Zagreus.

 

Johnny: "Alright, let’s go tear it up."

 

V: "You better make me sound good out there, Zagreus."

 

Zagreus: ("Smirking") "Oh, I got you covered. Just make sure you do something highlight-worthy."

 

With that, The Edge Runners and Zagreus head out, leaving just Alastor, Balor, and Eros in the room. Eros leans against the wall, arms crossed.

 

Eros: "By the way, while you were locked away in your little sanctuary, the GM stopped by. Asked if you could ‘handle’ someone."

 

Balor snorts, shaking his head as he stretches his arms.

 

Balor: "Man, I hope it was the GM himself you were messing with."

 

Alastor: ("Feigning innocence, hand over chest") "Of course not, my dear Mister Wolfe."

 

He pauses, then turns slightly, looking at Eros with narrowed eyes.

 

Alastor: "…Was it?"

 

Before he can even finish the question, Eros smoothly cuts him off with a smirk.

 

Eros: "No, it wasn’t."

 

Alastor studies him for a moment before rolling his shoulders back and turning towards his dressing area once more.

 

Alastor: "Well then, time to get ready."

 

With that, he steps back into his private room, humming a haunting tune under his breath. Eros and Balor are left alone, the last bit of tape finally secured.

 

Eros: "You want me out there tonight?"

 

Balor: ("Shaking his head, smirking") "Nah, I got this."

 

Eros: ("Sighing dramatically") "Silly mutt."

 

He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to Balor’s lips before his phone buzzes. With a small groan, he checks the screen, then rolls his eyes.

 

Eros: "I gotta take this. Don’t get too roughed up out there."

 

With a final smirk, he steps out to answer the call, leaving Balor alone for a moment as the scene fades out.

 

 

Colin: And now we're going to see Radio Silence in sanctioned matches, expected and as part of our roster. Could be history in the making.

 

 

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

 

MAWL TAG TEAM MATCH 

THE EDGE RUNNERS VS. LA SANGRE MALDITA

 

The arena fills with red and black smoke and strobes in the same colors. Tribal drums fill the arena and Ralph Silva leads Mal Sangre and Sombras to the ring.

 

 

Ash: Introducing first! Accompanied by El Orador Ralph Silva! At a combined weight of 425 pounds, the Vessel of Wrath Mal Sangre, the Phantom of Shadows Sombras, LA SANGREEEE MALDIIIITA!

 

📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – The Tron Flickers with Glitching Code]

Cyberpunk 2077 — Never Fade Away by SAMURAI (Refused)

🎵 "Cause we lost everything... we had to pay the price..."
– A deep red and electric blue light pulses on stage, illuminating two silhouettes standing in the smoke. Their Radio Silence masks flicker with neon lines, glitching like corrupted data. The crowd buzzes as Johnny and V stand motionless, heads tilted slightly in unison.

 

 

🔥 [The camera zooms in—slung over Johnny’s shoulder is the championship belt, its gold reflecting the neon glow. Around V’s waist, the title gleams under the pulsing lights.]

🎵 "I saw in you what life was missing..."
– They take slow, methodical steps forward, their championship gold catching the light with every movement. The neon reflections dance off their black and chrome cyberpunk-inspired gear.

🎵 "You lit a flame that consumed my hate..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As "flame" hits, sparks shoot from the stage, casting their figures in a chaotic glow.)

🎵 "I'm not one for reminiscing but..."
– They stop at the center of the stage, standing side by side. The camera zooms in on their masks—Johnny’s glowing red and silver, V’s pulsing blue and green—with their championship titles shining between them.

🎵 "I'd trade it all for your sweet embrace..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: On "embrace," they both slowly remove their masks, revealing their faces.)

🎤 Ash Greaves:

"And their opponents… at a combined weight of 385 pounds… representing Radio Silence… they are two-thirds of the reigning, defending, MAWL Trios Champions… the high-flying, system-crashing outlaws of the future… JOHNNY! V! THE EDGE RUNNERS!”

🎵 "Cause we lost everything... we had to pay the price..."
– Johnny adjusts his championship belt on his shoulder, giving it a confident glance before tapping it twice. V runs a hand across the title around their waist, smirking at the hard cam.

🎵 "There's a canvas with two faces... of fallen angels who loved and lost..."
– The beat kicks in, and they explode into a sprint, storming down the ramp.

🎵 "It was a passion for the ages... but in the end, guess we paid the cost..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As "paid the cost" hits, Johnny slides into the ring, his championship belt clutched tight, while V leaps onto the apron in one fluid motion.)

🎵 "A thing of beauty - I know..."
💥 (The entire crowd starts buzzing, knowing what’s coming.)

🎵 "WILL NEVER FADE AWAY!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: The entire arena sings along, voices booming as Johnny and V climb opposite turnbuckles, raising their championship belts high.)

🎵 "What you did to me - I know... said what you had to say..."
– Johnny beats his chest before holding the belt out in front of him, staring at it for a second before throwing up the rock-and-roll horns. V unbuckles their title and raises it high, smirking at the camera.

🎵 "But a thing of beauty... WILL NEVER FADE AWAY!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: The crowd roars it in unison, shaking the arena as Johnny and V hop down, meeting in the center of the ring.)

🎵 "I see your eyes, I know you see me..."
– The duo stands tall, staring down their opponents or the hard cam, soaking in the electric atmosphere, their titles shining under the lights.

🎵 "A thing of beauty - WILL NEVER FADE AWAY!"
🔥 (Johnny and V raise their belts one last time as the lights return to normal, ready for battle.)

 

[The match begins with Johnny and V circling La Sangre Maldita under the bright arena lights. The crowd is hyped, buzzing as the bell rings.]

Colin McRae: “And here we go! The Edge Runners taking on La Sangre Maldita in what’s sure to be a wild one!”

Bianca Diaz: “Johnny and V always come in with that fast, high-energy offense, but Mal Sangre and Sombras? Those two are straight-up ominous.”

 

Zagreus: [leaning back in his chair, adjusting his third trio title on his shoulder] “Ominous, sure. But tell me, Bianca, have they flown through the air like my boys? Do they soar like The Edge Runners?”

 

Colin: “Well, they might not fly, but they hit like a damn freight train!”

 

[Inside the ring, Johnny and V explode forward—DOUBLE DROPKICK! Mal Sangre and Sombras get sent staggering back into the ropes. The crowd pops as The Edge Runners kip up in sync.]

 

Bianca: “Ohhh! Right out the gate, double dropkick! That’s what I mean! The Edge Runners waste zero time!”

 

Zagreus: [smirks] “Precision. Synchronization. Poetry in motion, darling.”

 

[Mal Sangre and Sombras shake off the impact, but The Edge Runners are relentless—DOUBLE ENZIGURI! The snap of boots echoes through the arena as both La Sangre Maldita members crumble to a knee.]

 

Colin: “Another double-team maneuver! They’re picking La Sangre Maldita apart piece by piece!”

 

Bianca: “And look at Zagreus over here, looking proud as a peacock.”

 

Zagreus: [mock offense] “Proud? My dear Bianca, it is destiny. You’re witnessing the finest high-flyers of our time.”

 

[Johnny grabs Sombras, sending him towards the ropes, but Sombras reverses—NO! V SPRINGBOARDS—ELBOW STRIKE! Sombras eats it flush, stumbling into the corner.]

 

Colin: “There’s that springboard elbow from V! That speed is unreal.”

Zagreus: [grinning] “When you move at the speed of light, the shadows don’t have time to catch you.”

 

[V follows up with a flurry of quick strikes, forcing Sombras down to a seated position in the corner. Across the ring, Johnny hammers away at Mal Sangre with elbow strikes of his own. Johnny runs—METEORA TO MAL SANGRE!]

 

Bianca: “Johnny just caved Mal Sangre’s chest in with that Meteora! Man, the Edge Runners are rolling right now.”

 

Colin: “But let’s not forget who they’re up against. La Sangre Maldita isn’t just gonna sit back and take this.”

 

[And he’s right. Mal Sangre absorbs the blow, a sick grin spreading across his face as he catches Johnny off guard—BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! Sombras capitalizes instantly—BACKSTABBER! The crowd gasps as Johnny hits the mat hard.]

 

Bianca: “Ohh, there it is! That’s the mean streak of La Sangre Maldita! You can hit them all you want, but they like the pain!”

Zagreus: [smirking, unfazed] “Ah, yes, the theatrics of suffering. Charming, really.”

 

[Sombras drags Johnny up and tosses him into their corner, tagging in Mal Sangre. Mal Sangre hoists Johnny up in a bearhug as Sombras climbs to the top—DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Johnny crumples to the mat.]

 

Colin: “These two are just punishing Johnny right now!”

 

[V tries to jump in, but the ref holds him back. La Sangre Maldita takes full advantage—Sombras with a basement dropkick to Johnny’s ribs, and Mal Sangre follows up with a knee drop right to his spine.]

 

Bianca: “Smart tag team wrestling. Cut the ring in half and isolate Johnny from V.”

 

Zagreus: [adjusting his title, unbothered] “A classic strategy, yes. But tell me, Bianca, have you ever known my boys to stay down for long? Just like Alastor and Balor later tonight, my boys will bounce back.”

 

Colin: “Confidence is one thing, but right now, Johnny’s in serious trouble!”

 

[Mal Sangre locks Johnny in a modified abdominal stretch while Sombras bounces off the ropes—RUNNING KNEE STRIKE TO THE RIBS! Johnny groans in pain as La Sangre Maldita keep up the assault.]

 

Bianca: “They’re targeting the ribs now, taking away his air. That’s smart.”

 

Colin: “And look at V on the apron—he’s desperate for a tag, but Johnny’s a mile away!”

 

[The camera cuts to V pacing furiously on the apron, slamming the turnbuckle to rally the crowd. Zagreus simply watches, smirking, his trio title gleaming under the lights.]

 

Zagreus: [calmly] “Patience, my dear Colin. Watch and learn.”

 

[Inside the ring, La Sangre Maldita looks to end Johnny’s resistance. They hoist him up—DOUBLE SPINEBUSTER! The crowd groans as Johnny crashes to the mat, arching in pain.]

 

Colin: “That might be it! They just planted Johnny!”

Bianca: “La Sangre Maldita is ruthless tonight!”

 

[Sombras hooks the leg—ONE… TWO… JOHNNY KICKS OUT! The crowd erupts! V slams the turnbuckle again, urging Johnny to crawl toward him.]

 

Zagreus: [grinning, adjusting his cufflinks] “Ah, there we go. The fight still burns.”

 

Colin: “But for how long? Johnny is in a bad way, and V is still too far for a tag!”

 

[The match continues with Johnny desperately needing to find an opening…]

 

[La Sangre Maldita keeps control, punishing Johnny with methodical, ruthless offense. Mal Sangre hoists Johnny onto his shoulders while Sombras scales the turnbuckle—ASSISTED TORNADO DDT! Johnny's head spikes off the mat, and the crowd gasps.]

 

Colin: “OHHH! Johnny just got spiked! That could be it!”

 

Bianca: “They are just relentless! They’re isolating Johnny and making sure he can’t breathe!”

 

Zagreus: [leaning forward slightly, adjusting his title on his shoulder] “Hmm… They’re putting in the work. I’ll give them that. But you know what they aren’t doing? Finishing the job.”

 

[Sombras slithers to his feet with a sinister grin, stalking Johnny as Mal Sangre deadlifts him into a gutwrench position—SOMBRAS HITS A RUNNING BIG BOOT TO THE HEAD AS MAL SANGRE POWERBOMBS JOHNNY!]

 

Colin: “What a combination! That’s gotta be it!”

 

[Sombras covers, hooking the leg—ONE… TWO… NO! JOHNNY GETS A SHOULDER UP!]

 

Bianca: “How?! Johnny is hanging on by a thread!”

 

[V is practically bouncing on the apron, slapping the turnbuckle and firing up the crowd.]

 

V: “Come on, Johnny! MOVE!”

 

[Mal Sangre snarls, dragging Johnny up by his hair. He and Sombras look to end it as Mal Sangre lifts Johnny for a suplex—BUT JOHNNY FLOATS OVER! He lands behind them—SPRINGBOARD BACKFLIP KICK! He nails both members of La Sangre Maldita! The crowd explodes!]

 

Colin: “That’s the opening! Johnny’s still alive!”

 

Bianca: “And listen to this crowd—they want that hot tag!”

 

[All three men are down. Johnny clutches his ribs, inching towards the corner, while V leans over the ropes, hand outstretched, eyes locked on his partner. The anticipation builds. Zagreus finally shifts in his seat, a flicker of intensity in his eyes.]

 

Zagreus: [murmuring] “There it is… Just a little closer, Johnny…”

 

[The camera zooms in on V, jumping on the apron, yelling for the tag. The crowd chants “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” The tension mounts as Johnny crawls toward salvation…]

 

[Just as Johnny crawls closer to V, Sombras desperately lunges forward and grabs his ankle, yanking him back toward the center of the ring. The crowd groans as Johnny grits his teeth, trapped once more.]

 

Colin: “Oh, come on! Johnny was right there!”

 

Bianca: “Sombras with the last-second grab—Johnny might not make it!”

 

Zagreus: [leaning forward, hands clasped together] “Tsk, tsk, tsk… rookie mistake. You never hesitate when La Sangre Maldita is involved. But don’t worry, my dear Johnny, you will recover.”

 

[Sombras tightens his grip, but Johnny plants his free foot, pushing up just enough to twist—ENZIGURI! The heel of Johnny’s boot cracks against Sombras’ temple, sending him stumbling backward.]

 

Colin: “ENZIGURI! That might be it!”

 

Zagreus: [grinning] “Ahh, there it is. The spark of rebellion.”

 

[Johnny shakes out the pain, glancing toward the corner—AND HE LEAPS—TAG TO V! The crowd erupts as V vaults over the ropes, eyes locked on both members of La Sangre Maldita.]

 

Bianca: “And here comes V!!”

 

[V dashes forward—TOP ROPE SLINGBLADE TO MAL SANGRE! Sombras rushes in—SPRINGBOARD ELBOW STRIKE! Both members of LSM hit the mat hard.]

 

Colin: “V is flying right now! This is the burst of energy The Edge Runners needed!”

 

Zagreus: [laughs, adjusting his title] “My boys don’t need momentum. They are momentum.”

 

[Mal Sangre and Sombras groggily stagger to their feet, and V sprints to the turnbuckle—TOP ROPE DROPKICK TO BOTH MEN! The impact sends them tumbling to the outside ropes.]

 

Bianca: “This dude is moving at light speed! La Sangre Maldita can’t keep up!”

 

[Sombras clutches the ropes for balance, but V is already moving—SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! Sombras’ head snaps off the canvas, and the crowd is on their feet! V kips up, points to the sky, and sprints to the apron.]

 

Colin: “V’s calling for the big one—this could be the end!”

 

[V ascends to the top rope, measuring Sombras as the arena buzzes. He takes flight—SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH! The impact shakes the ring as V hooks the leg! The ref slides in—ONE! TWO—MAL SANGRE BREAKS IT UP!]

 

Bianca: “NO! That was so close!”

 

Zagreus: [tilting his head, amused] “Oh, they do love making things dramatic, don’t they?”

 

[V clutches his head, momentarily frustrated, but quickly pushes himself up, eyes wide, feeling the energy of the roaring crowd. He pumps his fists, nodding as he slaps the mat, rallying them louder. He’s not done yet.]

 

Colin: “V is fired up! The momentum is all in The Edge Runners’ favor now!”**

 

Zagreus: [grinning, folding his arms] “Now, watch closely… because this is where it all falls apart for La Sangre Maldita.”

 

[V paces in the ring, hyping up the fans as Johnny recovers in the corner. La Sangre Maldita stirs, but V is locked in. The Edge Runners are far from finished…]

 

[With the crowd still roaring, V pulls Sombras to his feet, nodding at Johnny, who shakes off the lingering effects of the match. They exchange a quick glance before taking off—DOUBLE TEAM SPEAR! Sombras is folded in half, crashing to the canvas with violent impact.]

 

Colin: “BOOM! That’s it! They nearly split him in two!”

 

Bianca: “La Sangre Maldita is in big trouble!”

 

[Without hesitation, Johnny and V roll through, keeping their grip as they rise to their feet. In perfect synchronization, they hoist Sombras—DOUBLE TEAM GERMAN SUPLEX! He crashes down hard, arching in pain as the fans explode in cheers.]

 

Zagreus: [grinning, arms folded] “Magnificent. Flawless execution.”

 

[Mal Sangre groggily stirs, trying to help his partner, but Johnny and V are already moving. Johnny grabs him and hurls him to the outside before pointing at Sombras. It’s time.]

 

Colin: “Oh, here we go! The Edge Runners are looking to finish this one!”

 

Bianca: “They’re setting up for Jacked in Cutting Cords—if they hit this, it’s over!”

 

[Johnny pulls Sombras up, lifting him into a power slam position, securing him on his shoulder. V climbs the turnbuckle, steadying himself at the top as Johnny charges forward, prepared to drive Sombras down with full force.]

 

Zagreus: [tilting his head, intrigued] “And here comes the grand finale—oh, but wait.”

 

[Just as Johnny moves, a hand reaches out—BLIND TAG from Mal Sangre! The referee acknowledges it, but The Edge Runners don’t see it. Johnny is already in motion, preparing to slam Sombras as V steadies himself to leap.]

 

Colin: “Wait—was that a tag?! I think Mal Sangre tagged in, but Johnny and V didn’t see it!”

 

Bianca: “Oh, no—this might be bad!”

 

[Just as V launches off for the crushing foot stomp, Mal Sangre rushes forward—SHOVING THE REF ASIDE IN THE PROCESS! The official stumbles, momentarily disoriented. And in that exact moment—SOMBRAS SPITS RED MIST INTO JOHNNY’S FACE!]

 

Colin: “OH, COME ON!”

 

Zagreus: [his amused expression vanishes, replaced with fury]* “Oh, you bastards.”

 

[Johnny reels back, clutching his face as the burning mist blinds him. V, unaware of what just happened, is still mid-air—when MAL SANGRE SWIPES HIS LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM! V CRASHES OFF THE TOP ROPE, SMACKING THE APRON BEFORE TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR.]

 

Bianca: “No! V just got wrecked!”

 

Colin: “The ref didn’t see it! Johnny’s still legal—but he can’t see!”

 

[As Johnny stumbles, wiping frantically at his eyes, Mal Sangre rolls him up—GRABBING THE TIGHTS! The ref, finally regaining focus, drops for the count.]

 

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

 

[The bell rings as boos erupt from the crowd.]

 

Colin: “NO WAY! They stole it!”

 

Bianca: “Unbelievable! La Sangre Maldita just robbed The Edge Runners!”

 

[Mal Sangre and Sombras waste zero time rolling out of the ring, avoiding any chance of retaliation. They smirk, backing up the ramp, arms raised in victory despite the overwhelming jeers from the crowd.]

 

Zagreus: [his face twists into rage, eyes burning with fury] “...Oh, you want to play dirty?”

 

[Before anyone can react, Zagreus SPRINTS INTO THE RING, fury overtaking him. La Sangre Maldita bails, laughing as they retreat up the ramp. Zagreus grips the top rope, snarling as he glares daggers at them, while Johnny wipes the red mist from his face and V slaps the mat in frustration.]

 

Colin: “Zagreus is livid—and I don’t blame him! The Edge Runners had this won!”

 

Bianca: “La Sangre Maldita may have won tonight, but after this? They just made some dangerous enemies.”

 

[The camera lingers on Zagreus fuming, Johnny and V regaining their composure, and La Sangre Maldita smirking from the stage. This is far from over.]

 

 

Axel and Rod Crane stand in front of the camera. 

 

 

Axel: Oi, Bianca, hope you're ready to get Bastardizin', cause I'm about to put the hurt on. But don't worry luv, I'll let ya finish out your last day as an announcin' type, say your goodbyes to your seat and your morals cause this time next week you'll be livin that rugged rough and tumble life. I think you'll actually like it once you accept it.

 

Rod: Yeah! More fun roughin em up an breakin em down innit! 

 

Axel: See you in the ring, future partner in crime. 

 

Axel and Rod start singing "Consider Yourself" from Oliver! as they fade out.

 

 

Colin: Axel seems pretty sure of himself.

 

Bianca: I'm sure of myself too Colin, don't you worry about me.

 

Colin: Well, something will change tonight, but before that goes down, we've got two matches lines up so let's get into it.

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

As the lights drop, the arena is plunged into darkness, the only illumination coming from pulsating neon strobes flashing in sync with the beat of his entrance theme Don Toliver "Tore Up". A slight fog rolls across the stage, shrouding the entranceway in a hazy glow.

 

As the beat drops, the titantron lights up with a mesmerizing display of neon dragons swirling around each other, twisting and coiling in an endless cycle of movement, their glowing bodies pulsing in rhythm with the music.

 

After a few moments, Neonyx Notorio steps onto the stage with an undeniable aura of confidence, his movements slow and deliberate as he surveys the crowd, drinking in his own self-importance. He walks arrogantly down the ramp, exuding an air of untouchable charisma, taking calculated pauses to turn his head and scan the audience as if basking in his own greatness.

 

 

Ash: First! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Young Dragon, Neonyx Notorio!

 

As he reaches the ring, he effortlessly jumps onto the apron before quickly rushing up the turnbuckle. Standing tall, he places his hands behind his back, scanning the crowd as if daring them to match his energy. Without hesitation, he front flips off the turnbuckle, landing with a smooth roll into a kneeling position on one leg. He bows his head into his balled fist before slowly looking up and pointing—either at his opponent if they are already in the ring, or toward the crowd if he enters first—before finally standing and adjusting his gloves, fully in his element.

 

INSANE (A Hazbin Hotel Song) - Black Gryph0n & Baasik

📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – The Tron Warps into Old Static, Flickering Like a Broken Broadcast]

🎵 "Y-Y-You-ou—"
– A deep crimson spotlight slowly fades in at the top of the stage, illuminating a lone vintage microphone standing upright in a haze of eerie red smoke. The distorted sound of an old radio tuning in crackles through the speakers.

🎵 "Dearly beloved, for your entertainment..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As "entertainment" is spoken, a burst of red light surges across the stage, casting shadows along the ramp.)

🎵 "It's my pleasure to introduce to you Hell's latest arrival..."
– The static deepens as Alastor steps into the light, head tilted, his ever-present devilish grin shining beneath his crimson top hat. His cane taps once against the stage.

 

 

🎵 "The equal opportunity killer... ALASTOR!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: A sudden flare of hellish red pyro erupts from the stage as his name is announced.)

🎵 "Hello, it's nice to meet you! (Hello!)"
– Alastor lifts his arms wide, twirling his cane in one hand as he mockingly waves to the audience with the other. He takes an exaggerated bow before beginning his descent down the ramp, his steps smooth, almost gliding, his body language theatrical.

🎵 "Now, can you tell me where I am?"
– His grin widens as he tilts his head, feigning curiosity at the crowd before chuckling to himself.

🎵 "I don't know how I got here, but I..."
– He pauses mid-ramp, tapping his cane on the floor before pointing it directly at the ring.

 

📢 Ash:
"And his opponent… making his way to the ring… from the depths of Hell… weighing in at 214 pounds… he is ‘The Radio Demon’… ALAASSSTOOOR!"

 

🎵 "I think I'm startin' to understand!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: On "understand," the red lighting flickers erratically, mimicking a TV screen losing signal before snapping back to clarity.)

🎵 "I don't belong among the angels..."
– Alastor reaches the base of the ramp, stopping in place. His smile never fades as he slowly turns his head toward his opponent in the ring, his glowing red eyes piercing through the shadows.

🎵 "And baby, that's just fine with me (Ha!)"
– He steps up onto the apron, placing a foot between the ropes before dramatically stopping, then stepping back onto the apron. He chuckles to himself as if enjoying his own joke.

🎵 "The things I did up there were high school..."
– Alastor steps inside the ring, twirling once before coming to a stop in the dead center, facing the crowd—not his opponent.

🎵 "But now I'm going for my degree!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: On "degree," Alastor removes his hat with a flourish, twirling it in one hand before giving an exaggerated bow to the audience.)

🎵 "Hey! Sorry, but you just got in my way..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As the first "Hey!" of the chorus hits, Alastor stands up straight in one sudden, sharp motion—his grin unwavering, eyes glowing with wicked amusement.)

🎵 "I promise, honey, I can feel your pain..."
– His fingers tap rhythmically against his cane as he tilts his head, appearing to soak in the crowd's reaction.

🎵 "And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit... does that make me insane?"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: The lights strobe briefly in deep crimson as the crowd sings along.)

🎵 "And now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: A final burst of red flames erupts from the corners of the ring as Alastor lets out a dramatic laugh, his shoulders shaking in amusement.)

🎵 "Ra-da, da-da-da-da..."
– As the music fades, Alastor lowers his head slightly, then lifts it again, his grin unwavering. He gives the crowd one final theatrical bow before straightening up, dead center in the ring, completely ignoring his opponent as the match is set to begin.

🔥 [SYNC MOMENT: The lights return to normal as Alastor remains motionless, soaking in the moment.]

 

The bell rings. The arena is bathed in an eerie red glow as Alastor stands still in the center, his devilish grin unwavering. Across from him, Neonyx Notorio oozes confidence, soaking in the moment like he’s already won.

 

Bianca: "Oh, man. Neonyx looks cocky as ever, but Colin, I don’t like this. Not one bit."

 

Colin: "Can you blame him? But against Alastor? That confidence might backfire."

 

Neonyx struts up, taps his temple, and gives Alastor a shove.

 

Bianca: "Oh, don’t do that—"

 

Before she can finish, Alastor snaps forward—Discus Elbow Smash! Neonyx staggers, dropping to a knee as the crowd gasps.

 

Colin: "OH! Alastor just shut all that confidence down!"

 

Neonyx rubs his jaw, frustrated. He grips the ropes, glaring at Alastor—who hasn’t moved. Instead, he calmly removes his suit jacket, neatly drapes it over the turnbuckle, then places his hat on the post.

 

Bianca: "What. Is. He. Doing?!"

 

Colin: "It’s like he’s just getting comfortable. Meanwhile, Neonyx looks like a horror movie character who just realized he’s in trouble!"

 

Fuming, Neonyx charges—bad move! Alastor catches him mid-run—Snap Powerbomb! The ring shakes as Neonyx arches his back in pain.

 

Colin: "Oh my GOD! Alastor just planted him!"

 

Neonyx groans, rolling to his stomach. Alastor chuckles, yanking him up—Deadlift German Suplex! Neonyx soars before crashing hard!

 

Bianca: "He’s toying with him! Neonyx thought this was gonna be easy!"

 

Neonyx struggles up, but Alastor’s already rebounding—Running Big Boot! Right to the temple!

 

Colin: "GOOD NIGHT! Neonyx just got wiped off the map!"

 

Flat on his back, Neonyx stares at the lights, chest heaving. Alastor looms over him, tilting his head, hands behind his back, pondering.

 

Bianca: "Colin… this feels different. He’s not just winning—he’s enjoying this."

Colin: "And Neonyx? The Young Dragon might not be the one breathing fire tonight… Alastor is."

 

Alastor leans down, whispering something into Neonyx’s ear. Whatever it is, Neonyx’s eyes widen before he growls and shoves at him.

 

Alastor just laughs—then yanks Neonyx up and slams him down with a brutal Devil’s Clutch (Uranage)! The ring rattles as the crowd erupts!

 

Alastor stands over Neonyx, still grinning, clearly not taking him seriously. He hums to himself, almost dancing as he approaches, swaying to some eerie rhythm only he can hear.

 

Bianca: "This is just insulting. He’s not even wrestling—he’s having fun!"

 

Colin: "That’s the scary part, Bianca. He doesn’t see Neonyx as a threat. At all."

 

Alastor leans down, maybe to mock Neonyx some more—but Neo suddenly bursts to life! He drives a forearm straight into Alastor’s jaw!

 

Colin: "Wait a second—Neonyx is still in this!"

 

Alastor staggers back, more surprised than hurt, but Neonyx isn’t stopping now. Another forearm! Then a stiff spinning back kick to the ribs! Alastor doubles over slightly—Neo sees his chance!

 

Bianca: "YES! Light him up, Neo!"

 

Neonyx dashes to the ropes and comes back with a flying knee! Alastor stumbles but stays on his feet. Neo quickly follows up with a dropkick to the knee, finally bringing the bigger man down to one knee!

 

Colin: "Neonyx is picking up steam! He’s got Alastor down—what’s he got next?"

 

Neo runs the ropes again—basement dropkick to the face! Alastor snaps back to the mat, and the crowd explodes! Neonyx scrambles up, breathing hard, but feeling the momentum shift.

 

Bianca: "There we go! That’s what happens when you take Neonyx lightly!"

 

Alastor shakes his head, his grin flickering for just a moment as he pushes himself up—but Neonyx doesn’t let up. He jumps onto the middle rope—springboard forearm! Alastor rocks back, looking dazed for the first time all match.

 

Colin: "Neonyx has him reeling! Could he be about to turn this around?"

 

Neo takes a deep breath, eyes locking onto his opponent. He sprints full speed—jumping enzuigiri! Alastor takes the shot clean to the side of the head and finally drops to the mat!

 

Bianca: "That’s what I’m talking about! He’s got him down!"

 

The crowd roars as Neo pumps his fist, adrenaline surging. He backs up, waiting for Alastor to rise. Alastor blinks, shaking his head, looking almost... amused?

 

Colin: "Wait... why is he smiling again?"

 

Neonyx doesn’t hesitate—he charges again, going for another big move—but this time, Alastor catches him mid-run! A wicked grin spreads across his face as he lifts Neo up and launches him over the top rope with a brutal Back Body Drop! Neonyx flips over and crashes hard on the floor outside!

 

Colin: "OH NO! Alastor just sent Neonyx flying!"

 

Bianca: "Just when you thought Neo had him… BAM! Back to square one!"

 

Alastor strolls to the ropes, peering down at his opponent with amusement as the crowd buzzes, waiting to see if the Young Dragon can rise again.

 

Outside the ring, Neonyx groans, trying to push himself up—but Alastor is already on him. He grabs a handful of Neo’s hair, yanking him to his feet with an eerie calmness.

 

Bianca: "Oh no... this isn't good."

 

Colin: "Alastor’s got that look in his eye again, and Neonyx is about to find out what that means!"

 

With a firm grip, Alastor drags Neonyx toward the commentary table. Without a word, he slams Neo’s face onto the table—BAM! The crowd winces.

 

Bianca: "Jeez! Right in front of us!"

 

Alastor keeps his hold and slams him again—BAM! Then again—BAM! But as he does, something unsettling happens...

 

Bianca: "Colin... he’s humming."

 

Colin: "What?"

 

Bianca: "He’s just—humming a tune while bashing Neonyx’s head in! What kind of psychopath—"

 

Neonyx’s body twitches with each impact, his hands weakly gripping at Alastor’s wrist, trying to break free. The referee’s count reaches seven.

 

Colin: "Alastor’s gotta get him back in or this ends in a count-out!"

 

Apparently deciding he’s had his fun, Alastor shifts his grip and lifts Neonyx off the ground—then THROWS him over the top rope! Neo’s body crashes into the ring like a sack of bricks.

 

Bianca: "Oh, come on! He just LAUNCHED him!"

 

Alastor casually rolls under the ropes after him, smirking—but the second he stands up, Neonyx EXPLODES forward! He catches Alastor off guard—Superkick! The shot lands flush, staggering Alastor!

 

Colin: "Neonyx fights back! Superkick right to the jaw!"

 

Neonyx doesn’t stop—he hits the ropes, building momentum—Running Knee Strike! Alastor wobbles but doesn’t fall!

 

Bianca: "He's still standing?! Stay down, man!"

 

Neonyx snarls and leaps onto the middle rope—Springboard Tornado DDT! This time, Alastor crashes to the mat!

 

Colin: "HE GOT HIM! Alastor’s down!"

 

Neo scrambles up, breathing heavily, but he wants to make sure. He backs up, eyes locked on the fallen Alastor—then charges for one last shot—Standing Shooting Star Press! He lands it perfectly across Alastor’s chest!

 

Bianca: "BOOM! That’s FOUR! Four huge shots!"

 

Neonyx rolls off, gasping for air, the adrenaline wearing off. He crawls toward the ropes, grabbing the bottom one, leaning against it to catch his breath.

 

Colin: "Look at him—he’s thrown everything at Alastor just to keep him down!"

 

The crowd begins murmuring—something feels off. The camera focuses behind Neonyx, where Alastor’s body suddenly sits up, stiff as a board—just like Michael Myers. His head slowly turns toward Neo, that wicked grin back in place.

 

Bianca: "Colin... COLIN, LOOK!"

 

Neonyx is still facing away, exhausted, oblivious to the horror behind him. The audience is buzzing, some pointing, some shouting warnings.

 

Colin: "Oh no... Neo, TURN AROUND!"

 

But he doesn’t. Not yet. And as the tension rises, the match is about to take another chilling turn…

 

Neonyx finally turns around—and immediately freezes for just a second. Alastor, still seated, grins wider, tilting his head as if amused by Neo’s hesitation.

 

Colin: "That right there—that’s the moment where you realize you’re in a horror movie."

 

Neo shakes it off, setting his stance. He’s not backing down. But then—Alastor rises to his feet without breaking eye contact, slow and deliberate, like a nightmare coming to life. Once standing, he suddenly bows, a mocking, exaggerated gesture of respect.

 

Bianca: "Oh, come on! Even now, he’s not taking Neo seriously?!"

 

Neonyx grits his teeth. That irritation flares back up—he’s had enough. He bursts forward, charging Alastor head-on! The crowd roars as he rushes in—

Colin: "HERE HE COMES—"

 

But Alastor is ready. The second Neo reaches him, Alastor snatches his wrist, yanking him in— tight wrist lock! With a sudden, fluid motion, he transitions from the grip straight into a chokeslam hold! Before Neo can react—Alastor lifts him high, SPINS him mid-air, and DRIVES him down with a vicious Radio’s Call! The impact shakes the ring!

 

Bianca: "OH! My GOD! He spiked him!"

 

Colin: "Neonyx just got turned inside out!"

 

Neonyx sprawls out on the mat, dazed, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Alastor—pleased with himself—slowly steps away, letting the damage sink in. But instead of going for the pin, he turns and marches toward the ropes, leaning over them to bark at the commentary team.

 

Alastor: "You two enjoying the show?! Hm? How about some respect for real talent?"

 

Colin and Bianca exchange glances—neither looking eager to poke the bear, but they won’t let it slide.

 

Colin: "I’d enjoy it more if you actually finished the match!"

 

Bianca: "And stop showing off! You think Neonyx is just gonna stay down forever?!"

 

Alastor scoffs, clearly entertained. He waves them off, turning back toward the ring—but that few seconds cost him. As he approaches Neonyx—BAM! Neo suddenly flips forward—CANADIAN DESTROYER! The crowd erupts as Alastor’s head spikes into the mat!

 

Colin: "OH MY GOD! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!"

 

Neo scrambles for the pin—he’s got him!

 

1!...

 

Alastor kicks out immediately. Not even close.

 

Bianca: "WHAT?! Just a ONE count?! No way!"

 

Neonyx sits up, chest heaving, staring at the ref in disbelief. He slaps the mat once, then twice, shaking off the shock. No time for doubts. He gets to his feet, fists clenched, breathing picking up—he’s firing himself up now. The crowd senses it, rallying behind him.

 

Colin: "Neonyx is digging deep! That Destroyer didn’t put Alastor away, but it sure woke something up in him!"

 

Neo stomps the mat, eyes locked on Alastor, who is already starting to stir. This match is far from over.

 

Neonyx shakes out his arms, chest rising and falling as he hypes himself up. He’s got momentum now, and he’s not letting it slip away.

 

Colin: "Neonyx knows this is his moment! He has to stay on Alastor before he shakes off that Destroyer!"

 

Alastor pushes himself up to a knee, but Neo is already in motion—BAM! A stiff shoot kick to the chest! The impact echoes through the arena!

 

Bianca: "That’s one!"

 

Alastor winces, but before he can rise—WHAM! A second shoot kick! This one even harder, sending a jolt through his body!

 

Colin: "Two!"

 

Neonyx doesn’t let up—he backs up, rebounds off the ropes— and CRACK! A running knee strike to Alastor’s head! The crowd roars as Alastor teeters!

 

Bianca: "Three! And Alastor’s actually reeling!"

 

Neo doesn’t stop—he sprints to the ropes, springboards off the second rope, and SPIKES Alastor with a Tornado DDT! Alastor’s body jerks as his head bounces off the mat!

 

Colin: "FOUR! He PLANTED him!"

 

Neonyx pops up, feeling the momentum surge. Alastor stirs, pushing up to all fours—Neo hits the ropes, full sprint—CURB STOMP! Alastor’s face smashes into the canvas!

 

Bianca: "FIVE! That’s FIVE in a row!"

 

*The crowd is electric, sensing something big coming—Neo nods, knowing it too. He backs into the corner, gripping the ropes, waiting. Alastor is still down, face pressed to the mat. Neo takes one deep breath—then EXPLODES forward! He leaps—Springboard Scissor Kick! Spliced Red Rum incoming—"

 

Colin: "HE’S GOING FOR IT!"

 

But—BANG! Alastor EXPLODES UP WITH A LARIAT! He rips Neo out of the air, nearly flipping him inside out with the sheer force of the clothesline!

 

Bianca: "OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

 

Neonyx CRASHES to the mat, body twisted from the impact. Alastor doesn’t give him a second—he grabs Neo off the mat, hauling him up. But Neo—COUNTERS! He swings his body around—CRUCIFIX PIN! The ref slides in!

 

1!... 2!... KICKOUT!

 

*Neo rolls off, gasping, hands on his head. That was CLOSE. But Alastor... he's still smiling. Only now—there’s something different in his eyes. That amusement? It’s shifting. It’s sharper. Darker. The game is over. He’s taking this seriously now."

 

Colin: "Wait… do you see that? Bianca, look at his face."

 

Bianca: "Oh no. Oh no no no. That’s not the same Alastor we had five minutes ago."

 

Neonyx sees it too. And for the first time tonight—real fear creeps into his eyes. He starts crawling backward, his body moving before his mind even fully processes it.

 

Colin: "This is BAD. Neo’s confidence is gone. And Alastor? He’s locked in now."

 

Alastor slowly, methodically, begins to advance—his grin never fading. But now, it carries a different kind of malice. The match has entered a new phase.

 

Neonyx scrambles backward, panic setting in. He tries to roll under the ropes, trying to get away—but Alastor SNATCHES him by the ankle! The crowd gasps as Neo kicks wildly, but it’s no use—Alastor YANKS him back into the center of the ring! Neo claws at the mat, but then—BANG! Alastor rips him off the ground and SLAMS him with a brutal sidewalk slam! Neo’s spine arches in pain!

 

Colin: "Neo tried to run, but Alastor just snatched him like a horror movie villain!"

 

Alastor doesn't let go. He grabs Neo by the hair, slowly dragging him up, the sadistic smile widening.

 

Bianca: "He's toying with him now! This is getting uncomfortable."

 

Alastor lifts Neo again—another SLAM! This time a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, bending Neo across his knee before shoving him off like discarded trash.

 

Colin: "Two! Two massive slams—Neo’s body has to be screaming in pain!"

 

Alastor tilts his head, watching Neo cough and clutch his ribs. Then, like a predator savoring its prey, he grabs Neo by the hair again—and SLAMS him for the third time! A huge uranage into the mat, shaking the ring! Neo’s body goes limp for a second, his chest heaving as the crowd collectively winces at the impact.

 

Bianca: "Three! That’s THREE massive slams in a row, and Neo has NO answer!"

 

Alastor kneels beside him, fingers tapping against his chin, as if contemplating his next move. Then, slowly, that eerie grin stretches across his face again. He steps back, giving Neo space to stir.

 

Colin: "Oh no… he’s setting it up!"

 

*Neo groggily pushes himself up, stumbling on shaky legs. He doesn’t even see it coming—Alastor LUNGES, grabbing him by the throat! Neo’s eyes widen—but it’s too late!"

 

WHAM!

 

Alastor SNAPS him down with the BROKEN MELODY! Neo’s neck whiplashes violently off Alastor’s knee, his body collapsing to the mat like a puppet with its strings cut!

 

Bianca: "That’s IT! That has to be it! Neo’s out!"

 

The crowd murmurs in shock, but Alastor isn't finished. He leans down, almost whispering something in Neo’s ear. Then, his hand extends—shadowy tendrils coil around Neo’s body! The eerie glow of darkness pulses as Alastor effortlessly lifts Neo into position—Tombstone setup. The crowd rises in anticipation.

 

Colin: "Oh my god, not this! NOT SHADOW’S EMBRACE!"

 

With a chilling grin, Alastor LEAPS INTO THE AIR—AND SPIKES NEO’S HEAD INTO THE MAT! The impact is sickening, the shadows seemingly amplifying the force of the drop. Neo’s body crumples, motionless.

 

Bianca: "THAT’S IT! NEO IS DONE!"

 

Alastor shifts forward, placing his hands on Neo’s chest, grinning as the ref drops for the count.

 

1!... 2!... 3!

 

DING DING DING!

 

Alastor rises slowly, his grin still intact. His music hits as he stands over Neo’s fallen body, looking almost amused. But then, something changes—his eyes. That strange, eerie glow fades, and the usual, composed look returns. The chaos? The torment? It’s over. Business is done.

 

*He calmly walks to the corner, collecting his cane and hat. He places the hat on his head, adjusting it slightly before turning back to the ring. With one final, deep bow to the audience—THE LIGHTS CUT OUT!"

 

Colin: "Wait—WHAT THE HELL?!"

 

A few seconds of eerie silence… and then the lights flicker back on.

 

Alastor is GONE. But left behind, right beside Neo’s unconscious body, is an old-fashioned radio. The static hums softly, flickering to life before cutting out again.

 

Bianca: "…What the hell did we just witness?"

 

Colin: "Alastor doesn’t just beat you. He leaves his mark… and Neo just learned that firsthand."

 

The final shot lingers on Neo, still down, the radio beside his head as the crowd buzzes with uneasy energy.

 

Tank steps out onto the stage, a chorus of boos ring out throughout the arena. No music, no pyro, just business.

 

He marches down to the ring, eyes focused and locked. He climbs the stairs and stares at the crowd before getting into the ring. He tosses the still supine Neonyx out of the walks to the corner and demands a microphone…

Tank: “I fell one short at the four chambers. One. And it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened…”

Tank looks solemnly at the ground, before raising his eyes with a renewed fire and aggression.

Tank: “… to every single champion there is on this roster! I am a war machine. I do not stop, I do not falter until I’m dead or I get what I want. And what I want is to put each and every one of you through hell. You can all hide in the filth and the squalor…”

Tank looks even more intent, composed with a fire stirring inside of him.

Tank: “But you best keep those titles clean for a man that will be a true champion, a man that can treat those titles with the respect they deserve.”

Tank takes a beat to soak in the boos of the crowd, before seemingly becoming unnervingly calm.

Tank: “I will squash every single one of you beneath my boots like roaches… and whichever one of you Leila decides I get to lay waste to first… I hope you’re watching, I hope you’re on notice. Because I’m going to run straight through you, and leave nothing but scorched Earth in my wake. War is coming.”

Tank drops the mic. He goes to salute then stops. Instead he takes one last look at the crowd like they are scum beneath him and shakes his head at them. Before marching with intent back to the locker room. He is stopped short as the titantron hanging high above everyone's head blacks out, and the lights follow soon after. The arena falls into an eerie silence, shock and curiosity thick in the air. A chill seeps into the atmosphere, sending goosebumps up the spectators' spines. A spotlight flickers on, centering around Tank as the main camera zooms in from above.

Signs of life emanate from the biggest screen—the Jumbotron.

The screen reveals a smoke-filled room. The camera pans in slowly as if the cameraman himself were nervous. Despite the camera’s stabilizing features, Harold the Cameraman just couldn’t stop quivering in fright.

“… to every single champion there is on this roster!”

Tank’s voice echoes in the background, the audio muffled by the poor recording quality.

As the camera moves deeper into the room, a figure begins to take shape. They sit on a dark-brown retro couch, no larger than a three-seater. Their arms are draped across the backrest, a lit, herb-filled cigarillo lightly tucked between two fingers. Smoke curls around their hand, filling the room with its intoxicating fumes.

“I am a war machine. I do not stop, I do not falter—until I’m dead, or I get what I want.”

The camera slowly creeps around the couch, inching closer and closer. The cameraman halts. A sharp gasp near the mic rattles the bones of the crowd.

Yet Tank stands firm, the spotlight still on him in the arena as the audience watches in silence. The Jumbotron glitches, a brief silhouette of JCM Ace flashing on the screen. Then, another impact frame—this time, revealing the MAWL U.S. Title sitting on that very same couch.

 

JCM throws the cigarillo at the screen creating a burn effect as the screen goes black and fire erupts on the stage, with JCM holding the title above his head to a huge pop. The two stand off for a moment as the crowd increases in volume; JCM points to the belt and points to the ring. They both walk to the ring and JCM hands Andra Jones the belt.

 

Colin: Looks like we're gonna get that challenge answered right now! Unexpected title match!

 

US TITLE MATCH

(C) JCM ACE VS TANK VANGUARD

 

The bell rings.

 

Bianca: I don't know if this is stupid, I don't know if this tenacious, but it's certainly unexpected and it's going down now! 

 

Colin: JCM looking to take the first swing and Tank catches his hand, pulls him in with a headbutt! JCM shakes it off but that moment costs him further as he takes a big boot to the face! Tank is very clear that he wants that gold. Going for the clothesline and JCM spins him around for a Pompano Clutch! And Tank clearly showing signs of strain, looking like he's going to pass out and just getting to the ropes.

 

Bianca: JCM trying to hold on, Andra threatening the count but Tank lifts him up! Holding....hoooolding...stalling vertical suplex positively rocks JCM Ace! Off the ropes, Ace back up and Tank rails him with a clothesline. Ace cursing himself a little for making this match so soon as he takes the series of stomps. JCM grabbing the ankle and dragon screw!! Locking in another Pompano...Tank trying to get to the ropes, and JCM able to pull him back to the center this time! Tank taps and JCM retains!

 

JCM Ace wins by Submission with the Pompano Clutch!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner and STILL US Champion, JCM ACE!

 

Colin: While Bianca goes backstage to prepare for her match, let's take one more look backstage as it looks like what was our actual scheduled match is taking place before the bell even rings! Specifically to the Heart Broken Podcast room!

 

 

SM Heartbreaker and Schmetterling are already engaged in a brawl.

 

 

SM Heartbreaker has Schmetterling doubled over and he DDTs him onto the top of his cherry-wood desk and strikes him with an elbow shot. Heartbreaker hits a full nelson suplex on Schmetterling across the rolling chairs. Schmetterling rolls around and throws one of the chairs back at SM. He jumps off the other to hit him in the face with a dropkick. 

 

SM comes back up quickly and a quick to the dick of Schmetterling. Schmetterling bends down, and SM misses a Superkick which Schmetterling turns into an electric chair suplex! SM comes up with a punch to the ribs and whacks Schmetterling across the face with a microphone. Schmetterling stares SM in the face and Butterfly Suplex by Schmetterling onto the desk!

 

SM rolls over to the other side of the desk and pushes the desk into Schmetterling and then clears the table with the high angle dropkick! Schmetterling pinned between the wall and the table, SM taking advantage of this to DDT Schmetterling. Schmetterling pushing himself out of that sandwich, getting onto the table and immediately eating a Superkick by SM that drives him into the neon sign!

 

SM spins around but that gives Schmetterling a chance to launch SM into the sign with the Reisen! SM trying to catch Schmetterling into a belly to belly but Schmetterling reverses it and belly to belly to SM. SM pops back up with a discus elbow and a headlock punch. SM with the Death Valley Driver through the desk! 

 

Schmetterling grabs a table leg and whips SM in the stomach with it. A fist but to SM, and follows up with a hurricanrana. SM up and mists Schmetterling! Pink mist all over Schmetterling's face! Off the rolling chair and Starscream! 

 

SM starts to walk away as Schmetterling gets to his feet, Schmetterling throws the microphone at SM and gets his attention. Schmetterling lunges and a Spear! Schmetterling with a brutal punch to SM. Schmetterling powerbombs SM into a speaker. Schmetterling stomps SM and boards him with a series of punches. 

 

SM monkey flips him off him, Schmetterling lands on his feet, a quick back kick and BUTTERFLY PILEDRIVER! Schmetterling walks off as SM struggles to get up.

 

 

Colin McRae sits at his desk, but in Bianca's seat is Cristel Bassano.

 

Colin: This war between SM and Schmetterling is only going to get worse. 

 

Cristel: I'm sure that SM will be sending Schmetterling an invoice for the podcast studio. And maybe emotional damage. 

 

Colin: On emotional damage, this is the match I think I am most anxious about in my career. I could easily lose my multi-year friend and colleague to the dark side tonight. If I do, would you take the seat?

 

Cristel: I kinda prefer the one-to-one with the wrestlers. So much as I love you, I'll have to pass. 

 

Colin: Well, I hope that Bianca can pull this off. She has been a women's champion in her time but it's been about 6 years since she's been in the ring. Anyway, let's take it down to Ash. Ash?

 

CAREER VS RECRUITMENT MATCH

AXEL VS BIANCA DIAZ

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be a career vs recruitment match!

 

The lights become red and blue pinwheel in nature as Rod Crane leads Axel clothed in a UK boxing jacket. Idlewild "Listen to What You Got" plays through the speaker. When Roddy Woomble yelps in the song, a firework goes off and Axel yells too, Batista style.  

 

 

Ash: First! Accompanied by the Unstable Kid Rod Crane, From Scunthorpe, England, weighing in at 200 pounds, Beautiful British Brutality, AXEL!

 

Cristel: If Axel leaves after today then Rod Crane will be flying solo. 

 

Colin: Better him than me.

 

The drums of Audiovent "Energy" come into play and the lights strobe purple, red, and white. When the main riff hits gold, purple, and red fireworks explode as Bianca Diaz yells out Sting-style. She comes running down the ramp full speed and handstands onto the ramp, clearing the ropes into the ring.

 

 

Ash: And her opponent, from Key West, Florida, the Energizer, BIANCA DIAZ!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: She hasn't lost a bit of that boom that makes her namesake true, let's see if she follows that up in the ring. She dethroned the first ever MAWL women's champion and held the belt for a year, but she's been behind a desk for 6 years. That doesn't seem to stop her though, as she's throwing quick punches, Axel throws back some punches, goes for the stiff but Bianca coming back around and a big splash!

 

Cristel: She tries to go for a pin but Axel lifts her up and front slam. Axel picks her up by her head and flips her back over. She rolls up quickly and float-over neckbreaker! Up she pulls Axel and locking the arms in a chickenwing..

 

Colin: OH! I know this move! Lifting him up, 360 spin, Bueno Diaz Suplex! She's getting the crowd on her side, coming off the ropes and jumping spinning elbow drop. 

 

Cristel: She probably should have gone for the pin, but choosing violence and misses on the second elbow drop, Axel up and jumping Axe Kick! Axegrinder! Trying to go for a Crucifix pin but Bianca punches him in the face. Another punch. Lifts him up, Spinning Deadlift Fisherman Buster! Somersault Leg Drop!!

 

Colin: Quick kick and she's playing to the crowd! She's gotta stop giving Axel room to breathe, Axel trips her and knee smash! Second knee smash! Going for a single leg crab...reaching for the ropes...Axel pulling her to the center, Bianca's got strain on her face, Axel really strapping it in and trying to parlay it into an STF but Bianca smashes his head into the mat! 

 

Cristel: Bianca turns it into a headlock submission, but Axel hits a back suplex from the ground and back around! Bianca comes back up but arm whip! Throwing Bianca across the ropes and Bianca with a Corkscrew Back Kick! Going for a pin, but Rod distracts Andra and no count as Axel gets up. Bianca doesn't let that get to her and Spinebuster! Trying for the pin again but Axel rolls back and short-arm basement clothesline. 

 

Colin: Axel back around and Hidden Blade. Bianca flips up and front dropkick to Axel! Bianca goes for the hurricanrana but Axel with the sitout powerbomb, and going for the pin but Bianca gets her legs around and headscissors driver! Quick punch to Bianca's bad knee.

 

Cristel: Axel back up and another knee smasher and sharpshooter! Bianca pushes her legs back and springs them forward pushing Axel away. She gets back up and hobbling, Axel with a running chop block and working that bad knee! Elevated knee lock! And Bianca with another hurricanrana!

 

Colin: Axel up quickly, Bianca goes for the boot but Axel grabs the leg and kicks the bad knee from the back! And he keeps driving his boot but she hits him with an enziguiri! Bianca really favoring her leg. Axel may not have a lot of variety in his moveset but it's effective- running low dropkick.

 

Cristel: And he hits her with an exploder suplex. She bounces back with a shattering spear! Neither of them want to call it quits! And I don't blame either, both of them are fighting for their role. She gets to the ropes and springboard into a corkscrew splash! Axel with a big swing! And she pulls herself up to the ropes, but Axel with a baseball slide driving the leg into the pole!

 

Colin: A manager isn't going to do you much good if they have a broken leg. Bianca punches Axel in the head. Axel and Bianca punches her back, and now they exchange blows. Big boot to her face and pulls back for another kick. Out of the ring and clamps her legs on the post! Bianca is in serious trouble here. Punch to the knee. She punches him in the stomach. Exchanging blows again.

 

Cristel: He ducks her punch but she hits him with a Southpaw Lariat! Hobbles away and he comes charging in and gets her for an ankle lock! She looks like she's in pain but flips herself up with a Pele Kick! She comes up with a KO Punch and Rock Bottom! She just hit Axel with the Britbox!

 

Colin: The great thing about announcing these matches is you know all the moves, and if you have the talent, you can break someone with their own finisher.

 

Cristel: Going for the pin and Rod gets in the way of the ref again! Wait, is Axel getting some knucks? Where was he hiding those things?! He goes for the punch, but she blocks his fist and punch to the face. And she gets him into a headlock, signaling for...something...

 

Colin: Oh, I think this might be the BDE! Yep, there's the swing, and what I can only describe as an inverted Cross Rhodes, it's the BDE!!

 

1!

2!

 

Cristel: And Rod again! Rod pulls Axel's leg to the ropes and Bianca is visibly frustrated! Axel locks a twisting ankle lock, Bianca is just booting him away! Boot to his face. He kicks her bad leg in response. Wrapping her leg on the ropes and stomping them out! Bianca yelping in pain now. Knee-trapped STF and Bianca is screaming in pain! This feels like it could be it!

 

Colin: Bianca just makes it to the ropes!! She holds herself on the ropes and he comes charging, she pulls the ropes! He dives over! He comes back to the apron, punch to Bianca. She grabs his hand and pulls him for a bridging fisherman suplex! Going for the pin! Come on!! No! He kicks out! HE DRILLS HER WITH THE AXEL ROSE! And going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

Th...no!

 

Cristel: She kicks at 2.5! He's so frustrated and punches her to the head! Double axe handle! Short-arm lariat! Axel is giving her everything. She goes for a clothesline, he ducks and kicks her in the back of the leg! She screams but she throws a punch back! Kneebreaker to Bianca and she goes down and he's get that leg locked in! She reverses it into a figure 4!! She may break her own leg here but she is not giving him this win! She holds it, and the pain on her face! The pain on his face! AXEL TAPS! AXEL TAPS!!! IT'S OVER AND SO IS AXEL'S MAWL CAREER! 

 

Colin: Bianca stays at the booth, which is good because she's going to need to ice that leg and stay seated, and it's good for me because I don't lose my partner.

 

Bianca Diaz wins by Submission with the Figure 4!

 

 

Cristel: Axel goes from lord to street tough to the streets. You can see he's somewhat emotional, but it looks like more disappointed than depressed. It's been a pleasure doing this match with you Colin but I will now cede my chair back to its rightful owner.

 

Andra Jones helps Bianca Diaz back to her seat by Colin who gives her a hug.

 

Colin: Oh I'm so relieved to have you back here.

 

Bianca (smiling): I told you to have faith in me.

 

Colin: You sure did.

 

Bianca: Still, I think it'll be a while perhaps before I step back in the ring. Maybe. Possibly. Not my last match ever, but this is definitely a better space for me.

 

Colin: This is no shade to Cristel, or anyone else who has sat in this chair beside me, but truly no one I'd rather have here.

 

Bianca: (smirking) Alright ya big softie, these people came for violence and we've still got our main event to go.

 

Colin: You're right about that too. Ash?

 

FIRST CONTENDER MATCH

BALOR WOLFE VS TRAGEDEIGH VS GENESIS VS CASSANDRA CASH

 

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

 

📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – A Single Spotlight Flickers at the Top of the Ramp]

🎵 "Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time..."
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: The first guitar riff hits, and a purple and white strobe light pulses to life, illuminating a lone figure sitting cross-legged at the top of the stage. His dog mask conceals his face, head bowed in stillness.)

The crowd stirs, the tension thick in the air.

🎵 "And turning all against the one, is an art that's hard to teach..."
(Balor remains motionless, his breathing steady, completely unfazed by the growing energy around him.)

 

📢 Ash:
"The following contest is a fatal 4 Way match for the number one contendership to the MAWL Mania Championship and it is scheduled for one fall. Introduction first from Sydney, Australia... weighing in at 230 pounds...
THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS... BALOR WOLFE!!"

 

 

Smashing Pumpkins "The End is the Beginning is the End" plays as Genesis storms into the arena, surrounded by flames that follow him down the ramp. He beats his chest repeatedly and punches the turnbuckles.

 

 

Ash: From Death Valley, California, weighing in at 301 pounds, Genesis!

 

I Fight Dragons "Money" plays as Cassandra Cash comes out carrying her briefcase of money, yelling at the audience and pointing at it as the lights cycle green and gold. 

 

 

Ash: From Poponduetta, New Guinea, representing Zora Luthor International, Ms. Dirty Money, CASSANDRA CASH!

 

The haunting opening of "Phantom of the Opera" by Nightwish blares through the arena. 

The tron flickers with gold and crimson theater curtains parting, and emerging from the fog—Tragedeigh, her new gold and red mask glinting under the lights. The mask, more ornate and theatrical than before, reflects her new edge—grander, darker, and more determined than ever. The boos from Green Bay have long faded; this crowd welcomes her with a mix of cheers and anticipation.

 

 

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

 

She makes her way into the ring while staring daggers into Balor Wolfe, keeping an eye on her competitor the entire entrance.

 

                             [Bell rings]

 

Colin: "And here we go! Fatal Four-Way action, and you can already feel the tension in the air! No disqualifications, one fall to a finish—this is gonna be chaos!"

 

Bianca: "Yeah, but let's not ignore the elephant in the room, Colin. The other three in this match are not happy about Balor Wolfe at all. After being a late addition to the gauntlet match at the pay-per-view, he's got a target on his back tonight. They wanted to keep him as a non-factor, and they’re showing it."

 

Tragedeigh charges first, looking for a quick takedown, but Balor sidesteps and sends her sprawling into the ropes. She rebounds—straight into a snap Powerslam!

 

Colin: "Wolfe with a hard powerslam, planting Tragedeigh right into the mat!"

 

Bianca: "That was pure instinct. He's used to people trying to come at him full speed."

 

Cassandra Cash steps in next, throwing a heavy roundhouse kick—but Balor ducks, catching Cassandra in the ribs with a sharp forearm before snapping her down with a Russian Leg Sweep!

 

Colin: "Beautiful counter from Wolfe! Cassandra came in with bad intentions, but Balor read it like a book."

 

Bianca: "And you have to wonder, Colin, did Cassandra even want to hit that kick? Or was this more about testing the waters—seeing if Wolfe is really ready for this match?"

 

Genesis rushes in next, looking to capitalize, but Balor snatches his arm and twists into a deep Fujiwara Armbar!

 

Colin: "Oh! Look at this! Balor with the Fujiwara Armbar—he’s wrenching that shoulder!"

 

Bianca: "He’s trying to rip it clean off! And let’s not forget, Genesis has had shoulder issues before!"

 

Before Balor can fully cinch it in, Tragedeigh delivers a stiff kick to his spine, breaking the hold! Cassandra and Genesis quickly follow suit, and all three wrestlers begin laying boots into Balor, overwhelming him!

 

Colin: "And this is what we were talking about! The resentment, the frustration—they don’t want Wolfe in this match, and they’re making it crystal clear!"

 

Bianca: "No one wanted this to turn into a three-on-one, but here we are! They’re not letting him breathe!"

 

Cassandra and Genesis lift Balor up while Tragedeigh winds up—she blasts him with a rolling elbow to the jaw, staggering him! Cassandra follows with a high roundhouse to the head, and Genesis hoists Balor into a quick back suplex, dumping him out of the ring!

 

Colin: "And there he goes! Wolfe just got launched like yesterday’s trash!"

 

Bianca: "He might be 'Champion of the Gods,' but right now, he’s just a mortal on the outside looking in!"

 

With Balor momentarily out of the equation, Cassandra and Genesis turn to each other—only for Tragedeigh to blast Cassandra with a brutal spinning backfist, knocking her into the corner!

 

Colin: "Oh my God! Did you hear that? Tragedeigh just rocked Cassandra!"

 

Genesis lunges at her, but she ducks and snatches him into a lightning-fast Uranage, spiking him into the mat!

 

Bianca: "Uranage! Uranage! And just like that, Tragedeigh is standing tall!"

 

The crowd roars as Tragedeigh lets out a battle cry, standing over the fallen bodies of Cassandra and Genesis while Balor stirs on the outside, shaking off the triple-team assault.

 

Colin: "If there was any doubt about Tragedeigh’s presence in this match, she just silenced it!"

 

Bianca: "You know what? Maybe they should’ve focused on her instead of Balor. Because right now, she’s the last one standing!"

 

Genesis is the first to recover, shaking off the impact of Tragedeigh’s Uranage. He rolls to his feet, eyes locked on her as Cassandra pulls herself up in the corner. Genesis charges at Tragedeigh—she swings for a lariat, but he ducks under, rebounds off the ropes, and comes flying in with a massive shotgun dropkick that sends her sprawling!

 

Colin: "Genesis just launched Tragedeigh across the ring! That dropkick had serious impact!"

 

Bianca: "Genesis is an athletic freak! You give him an opening, and he’ll take over the whole match!"

 

Cassandra stumbles forward, and Genesis seizes the moment—he scoops her up, twisting her over into a Death Valley Driver! Cassandra crashes hard into the mat, rolling out of the ring on impact!

 

Colin: "Death Valley Driver! Genesis is rolling right now!"

 

Tragedeigh is still stirring after the dropkick, but before she can rise, Cassandra Cash comes flying back into frame, snatching her into a Poison Rana! Tragedeigh’s head spikes off the mat, and she collapses in a heap!

 

Bianca: "OH! Poison Rana outta nowhere! That might’ve folded Tragedeigh in half!"

 

Genesis steps in, pulling Cassandra back by the arm, forcing her to spin into a face-to-face stare down!

 

Colin: "Ohhh boy… this is what we’ve been waiting for! Genesis and Cassandra, one-on-one!"

 

The two glare at each other for just a second before unloading rapid forearms at the same time! The crowd erupts as they trade heavy shots, neither backing down—until Balor explodes back into the ring, wiping them both out with a double clothesline!

 

Bianca: "And just like that, Balor’s back in the picture!"

 

Balor doesn’t waste time. He scoops Cassandra up onto his shoulders, looking for something big—but Genesis, recovering quickly, leaps off the second rope, aiming for a diving attack!

 

Colin: "Genesis taking to the air—wait, wait—Balor CATCHES HIM!"

 

With Cassandra already on his shoulders, Balor catches Genesis mid-flight, twisting him into a fall-away slam position. He steadies himself, showing ridiculous power—but before he can execute anything, Tragedeigh comes flying off the top rope, crashing into all three competitors and sending them sprawling!

 

Bianca: "High-risk, high-reward! Tragedeigh just took everyone out!"

 

The ring is left in chaos, all four competitors down, as the crowd roars in excitement.

 

Colin: "This is what Fatal Four-Way action is all about! Who’s gonna be the first to rise up and take control?!"

 

Genesis, Cassandra, and Tragedeigh slowly rise, each of them feeling the effects of the match so far. Genesis shakes out his arms, Cassandra rolls her neck, and Tragedeigh wipes sweat from her brow. The tension is thick as they all look at each other, realizing what comes next.

 

Colin: "Here we go! All three of them are back up, and you can feel it—this thing’s about to explode!"

 

Bianca: "They know they can’t let up, because if they do, Balor Wolfe is gonna be right back in this fight!"

 

Genesis strikes first, launching a quick forearm at Cassandra, but she absorbs it and fires back with a stinging knife-edge chop to his chest! Genesis winces, but before he can retaliate, Tragedeigh blasts Cassandra with a stiff elbow to the jaw, staggering her back!

 

Colin: "Hard-hitting strikes all around! This is turning into a slugfest!"

 

Genesis shakes off Cassandra’s chop and swings for a discus lariat—Tragedeigh ducks under! She pops up behind him, looking for a German Suplex, but Genesis plants his feet and rolls forward, sending Tragedeigh flipping over! He pops up—right into a roundhouse kick from Cassandra!

 

Bianca: "Cassandra caught him flush! But look out—here comes Tragedeigh!"

 

Tragedeigh stumbles up, but instead of retreating, she lunges at Cassandra, catching her with a quick Codebreaker that sends her sprawling!

 

Colin: "Codebreaker! These three are throwing everything at each other!"

 

Genesis groggily pushes himself to his feet, sees Tragedeigh still down from her own move, and quickly capitalizes—grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her up into a ripcord knee strike!

 

Bianca: "That knee just snapped her head back! She’s gotta be out!"

 

Genesis roars, feeling the momentum shift in his favor—until Balor bursts back into the ring, nailing Tragedeigh with a vicious superkick to the jaw!

 

Colin: "Balor Wolfe is BACK! And he just took Tragedeigh’s head off with that superkick!"

 

Cassandra stumbles up next, and Balor wastes no time—he hoists her up and slams her into the canvas with a Spinebuster!

 

Bianca: "That’s the power of Balor Wolfe! He just planted Cassandra into the mat!"

 

Genesis, still reeling, turns toward Balor—only for Balor to roar, charge forward, and spear him clean out of his boots! The impact shakes the ring as Balor drives him hard into the mat!

 

Colin: "Heart of the Wolfe! Balor just cut Genesis in half with that spear!"

 

Balor scrambles for the cover, hooking the leg!

 

Referee: "ONE!... TWO!..."

 

Before the third count, both Tragedeigh and Cassandra dive in, breaking up the pin just in time!

 

Bianca: "And the match continues! Nobody’s letting Balor steal this one!"

 

All four competitors are down, the crowd on their feet, buzzing with excitement as the referee checks on each of them.

 

Colin: "Who’s gonna be the one to rise first? This match is far from over!"

 

Cassandra Cash is the first to stir, shaking off the impact of the wipeout. She spots Balor Wolfe pushing himself up and immediately zeroes in, stalking him as he rises. The moment he turns—she snaps into action, hooking his arms and yanking him into the air…

 

Colin: "Wait a second—Cash has him hooked!"

 

With expert precision, she spikes him into the mat with a picture-perfect Cash Flow (Double Underhook DDT)!

 

Bianca: "CASH FLOW! CASH FLOW! BALOR JUST GOT PLANTED!"

 

Balor rolls from the impact, tumbling under the bottom rope and out of the ring as Cassandra wastes no time turning her attention to the remaining two competitors. She eyes Genesis first, measuring her shot as he struggles to his feet—she rushes in and cracks him with a brutal Bicycle Knee Strike, sending him crumbling back into the corner!

 

Colin: "Cash is taking over this match! That knee nearly took Genesis’ head off!"

 

Tragedeigh pushes herself up next, only for Cassandra to grab her by the wrist and yank her into a Ripcord Rolling Elbow that drops her where she stands!

 

Bianca: "She is ruthless right now! Cassandra Cash just leveled Tragedeigh!"

 

With both opponents down, Cassandra wastes no time. She hauls Tragedeigh up, hooks her deep, and with an impressive show of strength, lifts her high—before driving her into the mat with a Snap Fisherman Buster!

 

Colin: "Big-time impact! This has to be it!"

 

—Cassandra hooks the leg for the cover—

 

ONE!
TWO!—

 

—Genesis dives in, breaking up the pin just in time!

 

Bianca: "Not yet! Genesis just saved the match!"

 

The impact sends Cassandra rolling off, clutching her ribs as Genesis collapses from exhaustion. All three competitors lay sprawled in the ring, breathing heavily as the crowd erupts in anticipation!

 

Colin: "Bodies everywhere! Cassandra Cash nearly had this in the bag, but now they’re all down!"

 

Bianca: "This is anyone’s match, Colin! Who’s gonna be the first to rise up and seize the moment?!"

 

Genesis is the first to stir, clutching his ribs as he pushes himself up. He sees Cassandra rolling to the side and Tragedeigh still down, and he knows this is his moment.

 

Colin: "Genesis has a window here! Can he capitalize?"

 

Cassandra tries to push herself up, but Genesis charges in, hitting a sliding forearm smash that flattens her back to the mat!

 

Bianca: "Right on the jaw! He’s not letting Cash get back into this fight!"

 

Tragedeigh stirs next, but Genesis is already in motion—he sprints to the ropes, rebounds, and blasts her with a running single-leg dropkick that sends her sprawling into the corner!

 

Colin: "Genesis is fired up! He’s picking them apart, one by one!"

 

With Tragedeigh in the corner, Genesis wastes no time—he sprints forward and crushes her with a hesitation dropkick right to the chest! The impact sends her flopping out of the corner, dazed and gasping for air!

 

Bianca: "Oh, that was nasty! Genesis is locked in right now!"

 

Cassandra groggily rises, but Genesis is already measuring her—he hoists her up onto his shoulders, showcasing his raw strength, before twisting her into a brutal Sit-Out Ushigoroshi!

 

Colin: "Ohhh! Ushigoroshi! Cassandra’s in serious trouble!"

 

Genesis immediately hooks the leg for the pin—

ONE!
TWO!—

—Tragedeigh dives in, breaking up the pin just in time!

 

Bianca: "Not yet! Tragedeigh makes the save!"

 

The impact forces Genesis off Cassandra, all three competitors left down and exhausted as the crowd roars in anticipation!

 

Colin: "Bodies are everywhere, and this fight is far from over!"

 

Bianca: "Everyone’s throwing bombs, but who’s gonna land the knockout shot?!"

 

The crowd, electric from the action so far, begins to rally behind the chaos.

 

Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"

 

Colin: "Listen to this place! The fans love what they’re seeing!"

 

Bianca: "And can you blame them? These four are going to war right now!"

 

But just as the chant reaches a fever pitch, Balor Wolfe erupts back into the ring!

 

Colin: "And here comes Balor! Back from the dead!"

 

Cassandra Cash is the first to rise—but Balor is already airborne, launching forward with a springboard European uppercut that blasts her right in the jaw! She stumbles back and instantly rolls out of the ring, clutching her face!

 

Bianca: "Wolfe just sniped Cash! She’s outta there!"

 

Tragedeigh barely has time to react before Balor snatches her and drives a knee into her ribs! He spins her around and drops her with a snap German suplex that leaves her folded up on the mat!

 

Colin: "Snap German! Balor is cleaning house!"

 

Genesis groggily stumbles to his feet—just in time for Balor to clutch him by the throat! A wicked grin spreads across Wolfe’s face as he stares directly into Genesis’s eyes.

 

Bianca: "Oh, this ain’t good! Look at that smile, Colin—he’s enjoying this!"

 

Balor lifts Genesis high into the air and drives him down with a devastating Radio Wave Chokeslam that shakes the entire ring!

 

Colin: "RADIO WAVE CHOKESLAM! GENESIS JUST GOT PLANTED!"

 

Bianca: "Wolfe is the only one standing, and he knows it!"

 

Balor takes a moment, standing tall over his fallen opponents as the crowd erupts, the energy reaching its peak!

 

Crowd: "BALOR WOLFE! BALOR WOLFE!"

 

Colin: "This Fatal Four-Way just got flipped on its head, and Wolfe is back in control!"

 

Bianca: "Balor Wolfe is feeling it now! He’s not done yet!"

 

Tragedeigh stirs, barely getting to her knees, but Balor zeroes in. With a sinister smirk, he grabs her by the wrist, yanking her up before twisting under her arm and hoisting her onto his shoulders!

 

Bianca: "Here it comes! Demigod Fusion!"

 

With one fluid motion, Balor launches Tragedeigh into the air before blasting her with a thunderous knee to the face mid-flight!

 

Colin: "DEMI. GOD. FUSION! She is OUT!"

 

Balor Wolfe pops back up, standing tall in the center of the ring. The crowd is electric as he soaks it all in, taking a slow breath before raising both hands above his head.

 

Bianca: "Oh, we know what’s coming next!"

 

Palms pressed together in a deliberate, prayer-like motion, Balor gently rests his face against his hands, an eerie calm washing over him. His piercing gaze never wavers, locked onto the chaos before him. The tension builds as he slowly lowers his hands—

 

Colin: "That’s the Lights Out signal! The end is near!"

 

Genesis and Tragedeigh begin to stir, barely pulling themselves up. Balor lurks, positioning himself behind them, stalking his prey.

 

Bianca: "Wolfe is about to strike—"

 

*—CRACK!

 

—Cassandra Cash slides back into the ring, steel chair in hand! In one quick motion, she spins Balor around and swings for his skull—

 

Colin: "OH! CHAIR TO THE HEAD—NO!"

 

Balor ducks at the last second! The chair whiplashes forward and obliterates Genesis right in the face!

 

Bianca: "SHE GOT GENESIS INSTEAD!"

 

The impact sends Genesis crumbling to the mat in a heap. Cash’s eyes widen in shock—

 

—But there’s no time to react.

 

Tragedeigh launches at Balor with a flying kick, looking to catch him off-guard!

 

Colin: "Tragedeigh with the big shot—WAIT, NO!"

 

Balor evades once again, ducking low—Tragedeigh’s kick smashes the chair directly into Cash’s face! The crowd explodes!

 

Bianca: "OH MY GOD! CASH JUST GOT TAKEN OUT!"

 

Tragedeigh stumbles, momentarily stunned—just enough time for Balor to drop to all fours behind her, eyes locked in like a predator.

 

Colin: "Wolfe is hunting! He’s ready to finish this!"

 

Tragedeigh turns around, groggy—AND BALOR EXPLODES INTO MOTION!

 

Bianca: "DIVINE FALL!"

 

Balor leaps, catching Tragedeigh mid-spin and spiking her with a brutal jumping cutter! She crashes face-first into the mat as the crowd erupts!

 

Colin: "DIVINE FALL CONNECTS! IT’S OVER!"

 

Balor scrambles over Tragedeigh, hooking the leg!

 

Referee: "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

 

Balor Wolfe rolls off, exhausted but victorious. His music hits as the arena erupts in cheers!

 

🔊 "HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE MAWL MANIA CHAMPIONSHIP… THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS… BALOOOOOR WOLLLLFE!"

 

Bianca: "BALOR WOLFE DID IT! He is heading to Spring Sting with a championship opportunity!"

 

Balor pushes himself up, raising both arms as he stands tall over the carnage. The cameras cut to replays—

📽️ Replay 1: Cassandra Cash swinging the chair—Balor ducks—Genesis takes the full force!
📽️ Replay 2: Tragedeigh’s kick ricocheting the chair into Cash’s face!
📽️ Replay 3: Balor stalking before hitting the Divine Fall!

 

Colin: "What an absolute war! But at the end of the day, it’s Balor Wolfe standing tall—and now, he’s got a date with destiny at Spring Sting!"

 

Bianca: "The Champion of the Gods is one step away from holding the biggest prize in MAWL! But can he make it happen?!"

 

Balor climbs the turnbuckle, lifting his arms once more. He gestures around his waist, signaling his intent for the MAWL Mania Championship. The crowd roars in approval.

 

The energy in the arena is electric as Balor Wolfe stands victorious. He leans against the ropes, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his brow. His theme music begins to fade as Cristel Bassano steps into the ring, microphone in hand.

 

 

Cristel Bassano: "Balor Wolfe, your claim to the title match can't be disputed anymore. You are going to Spring Sting to challenge Spearhead Sarah Sharp for the MAWL Mania Championship. How do you feel in this moment?"

 

Cristel holds the mic up to Balor, who is still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He runs a hand through his platinum blonde hair, from the war he just endured.

 

Balor Wolfe: (breathing heavily, voice raw)
"First… first, let’s talk about those three warriors I just fought. Genesis… Tragedeigh… Cassandra Cash… they brought hell tonight. They pushed me, they fought like their lives depended on it, and if you’re looking at the future of this place, it’s right there with them. But tonight… tonight just wasn’t their night."

 

He shakes his head, standing up straight, still exhaling deeply, his fingers twitching as he speaks.

 

"My claim… is undisputed now. I beat three top people in this company. You all saw what my shirt said at the start of the night—"

 

Balor grabs at his torn, sweat-soaked shirt, stretching it out slightly as he stares into the hard cam.

 

"Show up. Win. Repeat. That’s what I do!"

 

He takes a step forward, locking eyes with Cristel as the crowd cheers.

 

"And I will remind you—my destiny is to be champion. It was written by the Oracle of Delphi herself. Spearhead Sarah Sharp… destiny can’t be stopped or changed, my friend."

 

Balor wipes his mouth, a smirk forming as he glares up at the rafters.

 

"These three couldn’t stop it. You can’t stop it. I have these people pushing me forward, carrying me toward my fate."

 

The crowd erupts, a "BALOR! BALOR!" chant echoing through the arena.

 

"So at the end of Spring Sting… you don’t have to call me the Champion of the Gods anymore…"

"But you will call me… Champion."

"And that’s not me telling lies… that’s me telling you prophecy."

 

Balor raises his arms, pressing his palms together in his Lights Out pose. His head tilts to the side, eyes locked on the camera, the eerie moment hanging in the air… before his music blasts once again, sealing his words in the minds of everyone watching.

 

The show fades to black on Balor Wolfe standing tall, his path to destiny now clear.

 

 

"WHAT THE HELL?!!!!??"
Leila rushes to her room, completely ignoring some security staffs that are guarding at the door of her office and trying to ask what's happened.
She's murmuring to herself: "How the hell that damn mask get into the ring...?"

She opens the door and walks directly to her private safe box.
Her pace slows down as her expression grow sin shock.

The camera slowly panning to the - now busted opened- safety box, leaving some smoke from inside as if something bursting out, breaking the thick steel door.

Leila couldn't hold her emotion and begins to yell: "WHO THE F*CK DID THIS!!??"

The securities quickly go inside and can't believe their eyes of what happened to the safe box, while Leila keeps shouting at them, venting her frustration.

The camera focuses on the broken Safe Box while Leila and the others become a blur at the background.

 

 

Days later, under the hush of night, a quiet presence slips into Imogen’s dressing room. The room is dark, save for the dim glow of a single vanity light. The mirror is there, pristine, untouched. The air smells of powder and perfume—things that once signified comfort, camaraderie, and trust.

 

But when the light flickers, the mirror is no longer the same.

 

Where Imogen's reflection once stared back at her, there is now something else. A fractured, broken mirror—mended with veins of gold and red, reflecting the same haunting cracks as Tragedeigh's new mask. A final, silent message, left in place of the original. A warning. A promise.

 

 

When Imogen enters the room, the air feels heavier. Her breath catches as she steps closer, staring at the warped reflection of herself. And for the first time since her betrayal, she feels something unfamiliar creeping up her spine—doubt. Fear.

 

Tragedeigh is no longer the wounded hero. She has rewritten her role. And in this story, she is no longer the one left broken.