MARCH 14, 2025
CEREBELLUM STADIUM
BRAINTREE, VERMONT
The camera cuts to a dimly lit corridor deep within the arena, the air thick with an eerie stillness. The usual hum of backstage activity seems muted, as if the building itself is holding its breath. The fluorescent lights above flicker erratically, casting long, shifting shadows along the walls.
A rhythmic sound breaks the silence. Tap… tap… tap. The unmistakable ring of steel meeting concrete. The camera pans, revealing Gozu, his steel chair in hand, trailing it along the floor behind him.
His movements are slow, deliberate, his body twitching with suppressed energy. He stops suddenly, tilting his head slightly, as if listening to something only he can hear. A low chuckle escapes from beneath his mask before he lifts the chair and rests it over his shoulder like a trusted weapon.
Gozu: “Moon… we hope you haven’t forgotten.”
He inhales deeply through his mask, as if savoring the memory.
Gozu: “The last time we were together… you were helpless. You were sprawled out, gasping for air, staring up at the lights while we stood over you. Do you remember how it felt, Moon? That moment when everything shifted? When all the fight, all the bravado, all the cheers from your precious little fans meant nothing? Because we do.”
He takes another step forward, running a gloved hand along the cold brick wall beside him.
Gozu: “We remember. The blood pooling on the ground, the silence in the air around us.”
A long pause. His free hand clenches into a fist before slowly relaxing.
Gozu: “But… you got back up. And now, you think you can fight us. That’s adorable.”
He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as if genuinely amused. Then, his voice drops, low and menacing.
Gozu: “But here’s the thing, Moon… We don’t forget. We don’t move on. And we don’t let prey slip away. What we started… we intend to finish.”
He grips the steel chair tightly, bringing it down to his side as he begins pacing again.
Gozu: “So let them believe in you. But we both know the truth, don’t we? When that bell rings, it’s not about heart. It’s not about spirit. It’s not even about winning.”
He stops, staring straight into the camera, his breathing heavy, measured.
Gozu: “It’s about how much of you is left when we’re done.”
With that, static momentarily interrupts the camera as Gozu is suddenly right on top of the camera staring directly into it.
Gozu: "Don't disappoint us."
As the camera trails down the hall, we see it snake over to WildFire reading the upcoming match card on his cellphone.
Card for 3/14
Mania Title Match - Sarah Sharp vs Balor Wolfe
Gozu vs Moon vs Solemn Guardian
Schmetterling and Wonderwolf vs SM Heartbreaker and Question Mark Vraag
Tino Sabatelli vs Lynx
James D vs Thor
Blood Drawn vs Ragnarrr
First 3 6-person contender matches
- WildFire vs Maki Itoh vs Superstar Davy Boy vs Neon Juan Guyverno vs Devon Delight vs High Flyer Mono
- 50 Cent vs Naked Lord vs Manda Miento vs JP Spears vs Bianca Diaz vs Iris Correa
- Tragedeigh vs Neonyx Notorio vs Genesis vs Goldberg vs Damian Blackheart vs Daniel
JCM Ace vs Ace Anarchy - Champ vs Champ Non-Title Match
WildFire (Frowning) :interesting.(Scrolling through his phone)"
WildFire : " Maki Itoh...who's that?"
WildFire :"Superstar Davy Boy ... lets see ... ahh 2x Olympic Gold Medalist .....Brazillian Jiu Jitsu guy, former boxer , kick boxer....sounds interesting.
WildFire : " Neon Juan ..." looking at the pictures "Damn he loves pink, he must have stock in the company or something, haven't i faced him before?"
WildFire : "Devon Delight? Sounds like a desert.... never heard of him."
WildFire :" High Flyer Mono, I guess the names says it all..GREEN AS GRASS"
A look of inspiration crosses his face.
WildFire : "Hold on, I think I have an idea."
He starts tapping buttons and puts the phone up to his ear as it rings.
WildFire : "Hey yo dude is this Superstar Davey Boy?"
WildFire will soon learn that his information is slightly outdated however...
as we head over to Devon Delight's dressing room.
Devon has "The Code" by Nemo blasting to pump him up as he prepares for his title match, throwing punches at a speed bag with a bit of a bop in his step. He knows this could be his opportunity to get back at Sarah Sharp for her betrayal, finally, after all these weeks of being consigned to catering.
Suddenly... a knock at his door. He takes a breath and puts on his best delightful smile.
The smile quickly drops.
Devon: What do you want?
Sarah: I know there's been a lot of bad blood between us.
Devon: Oh you mean since you screwed me out of my title shot and sided up with JP Spears? I'm surprised that isn't going over better with me.
Sarah: That's fair. That's fair. But hey, look, I just did what I had to do with my career, anyone would have done the same. Anyway, I know you may have a shot at...a shot at my belt, so I wanted to just come here and graciously extend will wishes.
Sarah extends her arms for a hug. Devon blanches. Sarah's arrogance drops for a second.
Sarah: Can't an old friend wish an old friend good luck?
Devon hesitates but starts to go in for a hug. Sarah embraces him.
Sarah: Good luck old friend.
Devon: With winning?
Sarah leans in close to his ear.
Sarah: With making it to the match.
(Oh) Let me taste the lows and highs
Sarah low blow kicks him.
(Oh) Let me feel that burning fright
Sarah holds his hair close to her face with a sneer.
Sarah reaches into the poof of her hair.
I, I went to hell and back
To find myself on track
I broke the code, woah-oh-oh
Sarah pulls brass knuckles out of her hair and begins to wail on him.
Like ammonites
I just gave it some time
Now I found paradise
I broke the code,
Sarah throws Devon back first into the lockers, her grin increasingly sadistic. She hits him with the high angle spinebuster across the bench in the middle of the locker room.
woah-oh-oh (Ooh)
The camera cuts on Devon splayed out perpendicular to the bench with a note taped on his back that says "See you tonight Balor XO" in dark green pen.
The fireworks go off inside Cerebellum Stadium as Muse "Madness" blares through the speakers.
Colin (OC): Welcome welcome WELCOME to the Beautiful and Intricate Cerebellum Stadium here in Braintree, Vermont, home of our Mania Champion Sarah Sharp whom we just saw take out a competitor. I'm Colin McRae.
The camera now swings over to the commentary table.
Colin: And I am here with my cohorts Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones, and the action has started before we could even turn the lights on as our champion decided to pay a rather brutal visit to her former tag team partner who was set to be competing in what I'm told will be the first set of qualifiers for this year's Spring Fling replacement, a Honeycomb Match which is a six-person Ultimate X match for that guaranteed shot at Fallout which would have gone to the winner of the Fling.
Arvin: It was a smart play by the Homecoming Queen taking out one of her possible pursuers, that's one fewer person to worry about.
Colin: That would be true but if you watched the W2 this year which you can find on demand on our website, you know that management is quick to fill in any holes and with multiple debuts set to take place tonight, you have to wonder if any of them got the golden ticket to participate in that match instead.
Kendra: The MAWL message board rumor mill is on fire about those potential new signings, names like El Cerrador, Charlotte Realta getting tossed around and I gotta tell you those would be some big gets for us. But there's the Elephant in the room we didn't talk about and that's the note that was taped to Devon's back. Apparently the title match from Spring Sting has been moved to tonight to make room for...well, I'm not quite sure what.
Colin: I don't know that Balor Wolfe was quite prepared for that change, I'm sure he must not be thrilled about it, but that will be our main event tonight. This is a very strange Spring Sting, as normally people are looking forward to the Rumble, myself included, but we're all kinda rumbled out, also myself included. 2026 the Fling will return, and you can also play your own in MAWL Madness 2 for the PS4, PS5, X Box One, X Box X/S, and Switch. I think there's going to be a Steam release also but that hasn't yet been confirmed.
Arvin: Speaking on steam release, it looks like we're going to have our first qualifier match, so if you get your catharsis from people beating the hell out of each other, it's your time now.
QUALIFIER 1
MANDA MIENTO VS NAKED LORD VS 50 CENT VS BIANCA DIAZ VS IRIS CORREA VS JP SPEARS
Ash: The following contest is an elimination match and it is for a spot in the Honeycomb Match at SPRING STING!
50 Cent I Get Money" plays over the speakers as the Titantron shows Money Signs. Green and Gold pyro goes off and 50 comes out, holding his chains out and shouting to the roaring approval of the fan base.
50 walks with intention down the ring, pointing to his opponents and Diddy in particular, and intermittently beating his chest as many in the crowd sing along to the theme.
Ash: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 215 pounds, 50 CENT!
Colin: And the rumor mill is that 50 Cent is going to be the centerpiece of the DLC Packs, that's what people have been hoping for.
Arvin: I personally hate celebrity packs, give it to real wrestlers.
Colin: 50 Cent has more than proven himself a capable fighter on his face, Arvin, and he is every bit as deserving of the game as any of these other competitors. Plus listen to this crowd's reaction.
Kendra: People were hoping that 50 would be base game, but just like he gets money, the developers also gotta get money.
Colin: More to the point of today, 50 was one of the people who was planning to declare for the Fling before things changed, so this is sort of an equivalent to that. Let's see how he does.
Thumpasaurus "Struttin'" plays as The Naked Lord appears on stage, quickly wrapped in a towel by the producers.
Ash: From the Purity Cave, Nakedsville, weighing in at 165 pounds, the Preacher of the Naked Gospel, NAKED LORD!
He slowly struts down the aisle.
Colin: Oh lord.
Arvin: Oh NAKED lord, Colin! Get it right, and worship the mass of man.
Kendra: If you come out here wearing nothing I will never sit next to you again.
He stops before the ring for an adoration pose; then proceeds to enter the ring and climb the turnbuckle for an adoration pose to the hard cam.
Colin: And the two men in this match already have a bit of history, just last week Naked screwed them both out of a win against this very next competitor, his ego not allowing 50 to get the pin.
The music kicks in quickly as Manda Miento stomps out to the apron.
Ash: Representing Sanity In Ring, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 242 pounds, Manda Miiiiento!
The crowd boos Manda as he points at the ring and slides in. 50, Naked, and Manda all begin hammering on each other.
Kendra: Whoever saw fit to line these three up entrance wise made a grievous error in judgment.
Arvin: Well they're only gonna hurt themselves by starting to use their energy before the bell even starts.
The lights go green and swirly as the design of an eye circles around the stage door. Iris Correa walks out to a giant pop.
Iris high fives everyone as she runs into the ring.
Ash: From Denver, Colorado, the Eye-Con, IRIS CORRRRREA!
Colin: I don't think you two have been properly introduced to the Eye-Con yet.
Kendra: I watched the W2 and saw her grow as a performer but yeah, this is the first time calling her and I'm pretty excited.
Arvin: This also means she's used to Bianca sitting here.
Colin: That's...true. Yeah. I hadn't thought of that.
Arvin: Boy is she in for a shock.
Hand Clapper starts playing and the crowd starts to clap along.
JP runs out as the tron starts to play his reel and he plays to the crowd, clapping to either side before starting a jog towards the ring.
Ash: From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds, J! P! SPEEEEARS!
Arvin: I'm surprised Sarah let him come out here by himself!
Kendra: I'm surprised he's in this match! This could turn into him fighting Sarah down the line.
Arvin: That would be a hell of a main event, a couple imploding right before our eyes! Hoohoo!
Colin: Well the crowd seems to love him much more when she's not around so maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing.
The crowd boos as the lights go dark with purple lines of light aggressively traveling across the stadium. The lights pick up rhythm and flash now in tandem in the drums as Bianca Diaz walks out in a purple velour suit jacket and matching feather boa over her wrestling clothes.
Bianca primps her hair with a small smirk and gives Maryse hands to the audience as she struts down. Iris is indeed shocked.
Ash: And! Representing Zora Luthor International, from Miami, Florida, the Sellout Siren, BIANCA DIAZ!
The bell rings.
Colin: JP Spears wasting NO time as he drills Miento with a Hit Stick! Going for the quick and easy cover, but Miento gets his shoulder up before the count can start.
Arvin: Naked blasts Iris with a European Uppercut. Bianca gets a spinning spinebuster on Miento. Miento rolling up and catching Iris with a neckbreaker. 50 just hanging back, get in there you lazy ass.
Kendra: I wouldn't piss off 50 Cent if I were you. Anyway in a match like this, you don't have to get every pin, just the last. Meanwhile everyone continuing to unload on Miento, I'm not about it, as Diaz slams him with a back suplex.
Arvin: Well it looks Diaz also noticed 50 holding back, and she strolls up with a low blow and into a schoolboy but 50 is up easily. Iris getting in the face of Bianca now, trying to talk to her don't let her disrespect you like that Bianca!
Colin: Bianca goes for the slap but the block from Iris, Iris with a headbutt and drills her with the Exam suplex! 50 sees his target, devastating Last Ride to Naked! He's not lazy, he's a sniper. Doesn't go in blazing blazing, but finds what he wants and executes. Going for the pin-
1!
2!
3!
Naked Lord is eliminated by 50 Cent!
Kendra: I guess his talent is in his other towel.
Colin: The Naked man has been dressed down and Fiddy gets his payback as we're down to 5. Iris tries to get Bianca into a crucifix pin but she arm whips her over. Manda tries to get behind JP with a German Suplex, NO! JP reverses it into a Russian leg sweep! Bianca tries to capitalize on Manda being down and splash but NO! Manda puts his knees up and catches Diaz in the midsection!
Arvin: Diaz rolls back to her feet and pops JP Spears with a Superkick! She calls that her Siren Song! The cover-
1!
Kendra: Spears gets the shoulder up and gets to his feet but immediately into a stereo big boot on either side of his temple by 50 and Iris! 50 covers but Spears gets to the ropes before a count can be started. Bianca charges Spears and gets him with a face wash.
Colin: Spears needs to get away from the ropes...50 slags him with a boot then turns around with a clothesline to Diaz before returning to Spears and LAST RIDE!!
1!
2!
3!
JP Spears is eliminated by 50 Cent!
Arvin: Well I guess it won't be a lover's quarrel.
Kendra: 50 gets up and right into the Siren Song by Diaz! Miento coming for her and he eats BDE!
1!
2!
3!
Manda Miento is eliminated by Bianca Diaz!
Colin: This is going fast and furious now, and 50 lands a punch on Iris, and tries for Diaz but she blocks it. Diaz pushes past 50 and BDE to Correa!
1!
2!
3!
Iris Correa is eliminated by Bianca Diaz!
Kendra: And now it's down to 50 Cent and Bianca Diaz, 50 throwing fists and a giant clothesline to Diaz! 50 off the ropes with an elbow drop! Wait....Chantarelle from the audience and perfume to the face of Fiddy!
Arvin: Diaz with a midsection kick to take advnatage, oh a brutal throat shot and a SITTING JAWBREAKER! She is Done Talking!
1!
2!
3!
50 Cent is eliminated by Bianca Diaz, making Bianca Diaz the winner!
Ash: Here is your winner, the Sellout Siren, BIANCA DIAZ!
Colin: Well, it looks like Bianca Diaz will be in the co-main event of Spring Sting, as we have our first entrant into the Honeycomb. The fans hate it and I do too.
Kendra: 50 Cent was robbed.
Arvin: Turnabout is fair play, Kendra.
Kendra: I'm not entirely sure how to feel about that, but we've got more card to come, so let's keep it rolling.
BLOOD DRAWN VS RAGNARRR
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before "Bulls on Parade" begins. A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage.
He slowly makes his way to the ring and stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.
Ash: From Steelhaven, weighing in at 285 pounds, BLOOD DRAWN!
Arvin: This man is a force of destruction and decimation and does not like to lose.
Colin: That's certainly true. But as we've talked about previously, his opponent won a match with a chair strapped to his increasingly damaged leg, so this could either be a quick wipeout of a match or a brutal battle.
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 175 pounds, RAGNARRR!
The bell rings.
Colin: Ragnarrr charging in and BLOOD DRAWN CATCHES INTO THE BLOODLINE BREAKER!
1!
2!
Th...NO! Ragnarrr barely kicks!
Kendra: Ragnarrr rolls Blood Drawn down and Ragnarrr Lock! Blood Drawn is struggling, making it to the ropes...wait, he's...tapping? There's a...rope...around his hand? Andra only seems to hear the tap and calls the match!
Ragnarrr wins by submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, RAGNARRR!
Colin: Blood Drawn realizing now that he was made to tap...pulling on the rope and-
Kendra: Zeke screwed Blood Drawn! Zeke the Sneak! Drawn yanks him into the ring by the rope and BLOODLINE BREAKER! BLOODLINE BREAKER NUMBER 2! BLOODLINE BREAKER NUMBER 3! ZEKE IS BEING MADE TO PAY!
Arvin: Don't get involved if you can't take the results.
Colin: I can't disagree with you on that. And now we move on to our next match, Kid Kross taking on a new fighter in UV.
KID KROSS VS UV
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights suddenly cut out for a brief moment and explode and strobe to the heavy riff of Soundgarden’s Outshined. The crowd is on their feet in support of the Kid they identify with. The Hometown Hero and the Kross town Rival. Twisted Kid Kross.
Ash: Ladies and gentlemen, from the depths of despair and depravity of Sunnyvale Trailer Park, in Sunnyvale Nova Scotia Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, your hometown hero and their cross town rival, Twisted Kiiiiiddddd Kross!!
Kid Kross saunters down to the ring with his flashy blue and green vest with a facial depiction of “the green bastard”, a local Sunnyvale wrestler. He has his aviators on carrying a hockey stick over his shoulder. His long hair flowing behind him. Kid Kross kneels down In the ring with his arms out to the side as the music hits the chorus “ Show me the power child I’d like to say, that I’m down on my knees today”. He pops back up when the lyrics say “it gives the butterflies, gives me away until I’m up on my feet again”. He climbs to the second rope and raises his stick in unison with “OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED!”
Ash: Kid Kross!, the one we’ve all been waiting for! He’s here to take professional wrestling by storm!
Kid Kross stares intently at the curtain awaiting his next challenge. Ready to prove himself to his fans and the rest of the wrestling world.
Kendra: Kross is ready to take any challenge anywhere at any time.
During the opening helicopter-esque opening, every color of the rainbow rotates around the entirety of the arena. The opening guitar riff adds a strobing white and black light. When that first drum hits, UV pops up Rey Mysterio style to a burst of confetti.
Ash: And his opponent! From Hilton Head, North Carolina, weighing 231 pounds, UV!
The bell rings.
Kendra: UV comes in with a quick running forearm shot to get us going. And Kid Kross returns with a double punch. The back and forth now, Kid Kross throws UV across the pond and UV swings back for a Sling Blade! A U-Turn! UV choosing to celebrate a little too much and he's ABOUT TO PAY FOR IT DDT BY KID KROSS! Kross scoops him up to DDT but hurricanrana! Kross bounces back with a quick punch.
Colin: UV returns in kind and corkscrew arm drag! Dragging Kross up....F5! Into a STF! He calls this combination the SP5-50!! Kid Kross straining and juuuuust making it to the ropes. UV lets go and Kross keeping at the ropes, a little springboard and a moonsault by Kross!
Arvin: And UV locks that STF back! Kross getting pulled back, pulllled back and Kross taps!
UV wins by submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, UV!
Kendra: An illuminating debut by UV, but Kross is gonna need to get his game face back on- next week he's in one of the qualifiers.
Colin: Kross knows how to show up when it counts. No shade to UV, this match isn't going to make or break Kid Kross.
Scene opens backstage. The camera focuses on interviewer Irving Barth, standing in front of a MAWL backdrop. He's holding a microphone, visibly excited. The buzz in the air is palpable.
Irving Barth:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to MAWL! We have a huge announcement tonight! A new face has arrived, and I have the honor of introducing him to the MAWL Universe. You may have heard the rumors, but now it’s official. The legendary luchador, the master of submission, the man who embodies the very spirit of lucha libre… El Cerrador!”
Irving Barth (smiling, holding the mic toward El Cerrador):
“El Cerrador, we’ve all seen your incredible rise in the world of lucha libre. Now, you’re here in MAWL, and the fans are buzzing. But here’s the question on everyone’s mind—what brings El Cerrador to MAWL, and what do you have in store for the MAWL roster?”
[El Cerrador stands still for a moment, his expression calm but intense. He then slowly speaks in a deep, commanding voice, his Spanish accent clear and deliberate.]
El Cerrador:
“Irving… What brings me here is simple. I’ve fought my entire life in the ring, from the streets of Tepito to the biggest arenas in the world. Lucha libre runs through my blood, and it’s my honor to bring that passion, that fire, to MAWL.”
“But it’s not just about fighting for me. It’s about proving that the heart of a luchador beats in every corner of this world. I’ve heard whispers in the locker rooms, and I’ve seen the way this promotion stands tall. I’ve fought the best, and I’m ready to fight here—where the stakes are higher, the pressure is greater.”
[He pauses, eyes narrowing, exuding focus.]
El Cerrador:
“And tonight… MAWL has given me a chance to prove my worth. I’ve been entered into a six-way match to qualify for the PPV Main Event. But make no mistake—this is not just another match for me. This is where I show the world why I am El Cerrador. Why I close matches, and why no one escapes the lock once I apply it.”
[He steps closer to Irving, his tone growing more serious, the intensity in his eyes unwavering.]
El Cerrador:
“I respect every man who steps into that ring. But tonight, I will show them the heart of a true luchador. El Estirón Mexicano will leave them all begging for mercy. And when I stand tall at the end, it will be my will that closes the door to that Main Event. The battle begins tonight, but in the end, I will close the show.”
[El Cerrador lowers his head slightly in a respectful nod, then gives one final look into the camera.]
El Cerrador:
“Prepare yourselves, because tonight… El Cerrador arrives.”
[The camera zooms in on his face as he turns and walks off, leaving Irving Barth staring after him in awe.]
Irving Barth:
“Well, there you have it, folks. The legend has arrived. El Cerrador is here, and he’s ready to take on the MAWL roster. Tonight, he enters a six-way match to qualify for the PPV Main Event, but with a man like him in the mix, it’s safe to say this match just became a whole lot more dangerous. Don’t go anywhere; we’ll be right back!”
Colin: Last week, Tino Sabatelli got his hands on the MAWLIWOOD Blondes and now he's been told that he's going to be able to get his hands on one of CN Starz's upper echelon.
Kendra: Following La Family's statement win against the MAWLIWOOD Blondes last week and their jumping to the aide of Wonderwolf, I think Starz may be taking their mission more seriously. Also, how exciting is it that El Cerrador is now confirmed!!
Colin: A HUGE get for MAWL.
Arvin: A good boss sees the needs of their employees and fans, and CN is no different.
TINO SABATELLI VS ?
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"The Papa" Tino Sabatelli puts out his cigar and straightens his tuxedo jacket.
Ash: From Roma, Italy, weighing in at 365 pounds, The Papa, TINO SABATELLI!
Tino makes his way into the ring and takes off his tuxedo jacket, folding it and placing it on the apron.
Colin: And how we see which of CN's inner circle is going to take Tino down.
Lynx walks out, clearly confused.
Ash: From Bialowieza Forest, Poland, weighing in at 205 pounds, Lynx!
Kendra: Is...Is Lynx one of CN Starz's army?
Colin: No, and he's as as surprised by this as Tino is.
Arvin: Smart move, to be sure.
The bell rings.
Kendra: And Tino is clearly insulted by...well, let's call it disrespect, and Lynx is about to get the crap end of that, and sure enough a huge boxing combo, pulling at Lynx's mask and throwing hook after hook into his face. Headbutt, another headbutt, and a Powerbomb! Powerbomb number 2! Powerbomb number 3! Cutter! Another cutter! Just absolute annihilation.
Colin: Burning Hammer! Lynx is just being absolute devastated. Going for the cover-
1!
2!
3!
Tino Sabatelli wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, "The Papa" Tino Sabatelli!
Kendra: And Tino is angry, and he's going backstage to have a conversation with someone.
The camera opens on the MAWL medical area, where El Gallito Loco is sprawled out on a bench, drenched in sweat and breathing like he just ran a marathon through a hurricane.
His mask is slightly crooked, his arms are twitching, and his entire body is still reverberating from the absolute beating he just suffered at the hands of Damian.
Nearby, Tortuga de Acero stands with arms crossed, watching his partner guzzle Plague Doctor’s Hope Spot Serums like a man trying to drown his sorrows in terrible life choices.
Around them, other wrestlers go about their business—trainers working on taped-up knees, rookies icing their bruises, and a general atmosphere of post-match exhaustion settling over the room.
Tortuga de Acero:
"You know that stuff isn’t gonna erase what just happened, right?"
El Gallito finishes one bottle, immediately pops open another, and takes a massive gulp.
El Gallito Loco:
"I dunno, hermano. I’m pretty sure if I drink enough of these, my soul will just leave my body and I won’t have to think about it."
Tortuga de Acero:
"Yeah, and if you drink a couple more, your heart’s gonna vibrate out of your chest and enter a new weight class."
El Gallito waves him off, still gulping down the toxic green liquid. Tortuga shakes his head, sighs, and turns toward the camera, his focus sharpening.
Tortuga de Acero:
"Look, enough about this lunatic. I got bigger things to deal with. Blackheart—yeah, I’m talking to you."
He steps forward, cracking his knuckles, his tone measured but firm.
Tortuga de Acero:
"I’ve been watching you bulldoze your way through MAWL. You take what you want, leave destruction behind, and dare anybody to stop you. Well guess what? Challenge accepted."
The tension in the room shifts as a few nearby wrestlers pause what they’re doing to listen. El Gallito, still clucking like an unstable mess beside him, barely registers the gravity of the moment. Tortuga steps closer to the camera, his expression unwavering.
Tortuga de Acero:
"Next week. You and me. I don’t care if you think you’re bigger, stronger, meaner—I’ve spent my whole career knocking people like you down. So let’s see if you can keep me there."
A low murmur spreads through the locker room—Tortuga calling out Blackheart isn’t something to take lightly.
Tortuga de Acero:
"Or are you just another guy who only fights when it’s on your terms?"
As those words settle, a courier appears with a package in his hand;
“I'm looking for a Mr Tortuga De Ass Clown?”
Tortuga de Acero:
“I suppose that's me”
He gazes at the package, opens it to reveal a wooden box and a note that reads
To my half brained, half shell friend.
Enjoy!
Damian Blackheart
He opens the box to find hundreds of slithering leeches.
Tortuga: "ACK—WHAT THE HELL?!"
El Gallito finally snaps out of his Hope Spot-induced haze, staring in horror.
El Gallito Loco: “Snack time!”
He scoops up a handful of leeches and devours them, washing them down with a vial of Hope Spot Serum.
Tortuga stumbles, gripping his mouth, eyes watering as he gags and coughs, staggering toward a table for balance. He then promptly vomits into the floor.
The room is dead silent except for Tortuga’s hacking coughs. El Gallito, now frozen in place, finally mutters—
El Gallito Loco: "Bro… I think you just got cursed."
The screen fades to black as Tortuga pounds his fist on the table, still gasping, rage bubbling under the nausea.
NEXT WEEK – TORTUGA DE ACERO VS. BLACKHEART!
Narrator:
“A message sent by Damian Blackheart! Can Tortuga overcome Blackheart—or has he already lost before the bell even rings? Find out next week, only on MAWL!"
Kendra: Los Heroes have made a number of enemies in a short time. First La Sangre and now Damian Blackheart. But I will say it's impressive to see Tortuga step up like this.
Arvin: At this point he'd do well to drop the chicken, especially since the meat is no longer organic.
Colin: The judgment in you is harsh.
Arvin: I just think Tortuga would do better if he stopped with the stupid comedy act and wizened up to what a lot of the superstars in this federation, including the woman who sat in this chair before me, have learned.
Kendra: Well if you want serious fighters, our next two are sure to fit your bill. Ash?
THOR VS JAMES D
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As his theme music plays over the PA system, James D holds back until the song kicks in and then makes his way out from behind the curtain.
Ash: First! From New York City, New York, weighing in at 190 pounds, the Most Interesting Man in the World, JAMES D!
Arvin: You know I actually would recommend his book Interesting. It's truly a fascinating read.
Kendra: I'm beginning to think a book won't be enough to help you there.
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.
Lightning strikes the stage as Thor comes riding in on his zipline.
Ash: And his opponent, from Belize, weighing in at 265 pounds, the King of Kings, THOR!
The bell rings.
Colin: Thor coming in with quick hammer fists and throwing James off the ropes, rollicks him with a knee to the chest. James tries to respond with a European Uppercut, THOR BLOCKS AND HEADBUTT! James rollicking back a little, getting his footing and some quick punches. Finally getting a bit of offense in.
Kendra: Offense heating up from James, the punches leading to a run to the ropes, swinging on back and Running Bulldog! Back off the ropes and a Running Senton to continue the attack! James trying to pull Thor up and REVERSE INTO THE THUNDERSTRIKE LARIAT!
Colin: Thor choosing not to take the quick end and scoop slam to James D. I have to say we've had a lot of propulsive but quick matches, it'll be nice to get one with some heft to it.
Arvin: You may have spoke too soon, Colin...James D taking Thor down to one knee with a chop block, off the Ropes...D-STROYER! Going for the cover, Thor kicks out!
Kendra: Gonna take more than a knee to bring down a god, James gets up and Thor to his feet and right into a Swinging Neckbreaker by James. James throwing some bows now, blocks Thor's attempt to return the favor and another quick punch to the face of Thor. Thor attempting to get a Crucifix Pin...JAMES LIFTS HIM UP AND SAMOAN DROP!
Colin: James coming off the ropes now, back around the bend for another running senton, Thor catches him in his hands! And just launches him! Thor back to his feet now, what a counter that was.
Arvin: Thor throws James off the ropes and James comes back and TRAPS THOR IN THE BROKEN DREAMS STF! And that'll do her as Thor taps!
James D wins by submission!
Ash: Here is your winner, the Most Interesting Man in the World, JAMES D!
Arvin: I told you both, he's a writer for winners.
Colin: I don't even want to acknowledge that. Let's get to our next match. Ash?
THE DOOMSAYERS VS ANIMALITIES
Ash: The following is a tag team contest and it is scheduled for one fall!
The bassline to "Animal I Have Become" plays as the lights rumble in a low strobe rhythmically. As the guitar kicks in, there are brief but immersive flashes of purple and orange. The drums kick in, and Jaguar King and Lionheart jump into frame with a quick firework pop.
Ash: First! From New York Freakin City, at a combined weight of 513 pounds, Jaguar King and Lionheart, the ANIMALITIES!
The Animalities high five the crowd a la The Hart Foundation then synchronized jump onto the apron, climbing up to diagonal turnbuckle to do a double turnbuckle pound to the drums with "I Can't Control Myself" leading to the Chorus, where sparks fly from the corners.
Colin: They with Victor Kingston enjoyed a brief reign as trios champs, only to be snuffed by the Daedalus Effect, but they're getting their chance at redemption at Spring Sting.
Arvin: Daedalus is a fully formed team. Victor Kingston, hell of a fighter though he is, reads more as an add-on than a part of the team.
Bianca: Victor may be given the opening to join them fully if they win the belts back, we'll see what happens.
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.
Ash (with intensity and mystery):
And their opponents, one of the most fearsome and ominous teams to ever step into this ring…
With a combined weight of 510 pounds…
From Parts 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!
Hammer 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. 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.
Arvin: The Doomsayers are my pick for the Spring Sting Fatal 6-Corners.
Kendra: They haven't even qualified yet.
Arvin: It's a foregone conclusion though. I mean, look at them!
The bell rings, Jaguar King and Pistol start.
Colin: King and Pistol squaring each other off. Pistol comes in with a quick jab. He goes for a second one and King parries his arm to hit an armlock DDT. Tags in Lionheart, they throw Pistol off the ropes and double arm whip!
Arvin: Pistol springs back with an enziguiri to Lionheart. Lionheart throws Pistol into his corner, tag back to King, double vertical suplex! Animalities seem to be working a quick tag system so far. Pistol rolls back to give himself some runway charging for the dropkick and King grabs his legs and whips him into the post!
Kendra: King keeping the pressure on with a series of basement punches on Pistol into the corner. Loading himself back...runs in with a knee strike! Pistol needs to get outta there. King going for the tag again BUT PISTOL BLOCKS HIS HAND AND SHORT ARM LARIAT! Seeing some life from the Doomsayers now, but King with a quick jab to cut it short and the Royal Claw! He sometimes uses this as a slam, this time he's going for the submission, but Pistol punches out of it fairly quickly.
Arvin: How stupid do you have to be to try a claw on someone wearing a tactical mask and TWIST OF FATE OUT OF NOWHERE BY PISTOL! Pistol going for the cover now-
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The Doomsayers win by Pinfall!
Ash: Here are your winners, Pistol and Hammer, the DOOMSAYERS!
Arvin: They said doom, and they brought doom. Didn't need to do too much, just had to be effective. And this is why I think they're gonna take it.
Colin: Well, we have Cristel Bassano backstage with someone participating in another tag team match of note later, Cristel?
Wonderwolf is preparing for his match backstage, when Cristel Bassano comes toward him.
Cristel Bassano: "Hey Wonderwolf, can you tell me what happened last week?"
Wonderwolf laughs softly.
Wonderwolf: "You better ask me what didn't happen last week, last week was a thrill ride."
Cristel wants to ask a question but Wonderwolf starts talking again.
Wonderwolf: "First of all, I want to thank La Family for coming to my aid last week, and second … "
Wonderwolf starts sniffing in the air.
Wonderwolf: "Do you smell that?"
Cristel Bassano looks questionably.
Cristel: "I don't smell anything."
Wonderwolf starts laughing.
Wonderwolf: "I smell a burning Question!"
Cristel smiles and is trying not to laugh.
Wonderwolf: "And tonight, me and my German freund Schmetterling wil defeat that arrogant podcast host SM Heartbreaker and Mister Vraag."
Wonderwolf looks into the camera.
Wonderwolf: "Oh, and Mark, I know you know and I don't care! Don't get to close to the fire, or you will get burned again!"
Wonderwolf start howling and walks away.
Kendra: I gotta admit, I didn't peg Wonderwolf for a funny guy, but that burning question line was pretty hilarious.
Arvin: Nothing funny about a man on fire.
Colin: Oh lighten up.
Kendra: Yeah. If you can't take the heat.
Colin: Then you just might be Question Mark.
Arvin: Well we've got that match later tonight but right now-
Loud-repeating booms fills the arena with big letter ‘D’ showing up in the titantron before it changes to ‘Daniel’ as the soundtrack Waiting - Not Forgotten plays ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3HP8bog39Q ) through the PA.
Daniel walks slowly in his long coat through the ramp down to the ring.
Colin: "Last week Tragedeigh put this giant out cold, let see if he could get some pay back this time."
Kendra: "Oh look, he's asking for a mic."
Arvin: "What's this bozo trying to say before the match started?"
Colin: "Watch it, or you might put yourself in potential harms if he heard you, man."
Arvin: "Then I'll sue him. I'm not afraid."
Kendra: "Shh, let's hear what he want to say."
Daniel's holding his mic in the center of the ring and looks around him, to the murmuring crowds.
Daniel: "You all know...the disturbance that I've experienced since I've joined MAWL..."
He shook his head.
Daniel: "Chased by a mask...my own mask..."
He chuckles a bit in irony.
Daniel: "I don't blame miss Starz for miss interpreted it as 'a piece of cloth'..."
Arvin: "And she's not wrong at all, if you asked me."
Daniel continues: "...For she has a very poor knowledge...as poor as her terrible choice of perfume...about what has been haunted me."
Kendra giggling: "Oops...spot on!"
Some of the crowds laughing, but Daniel didn't show any sign of joking.
He then continued after the crowds settle, still in serious tone: "Because whenever the mask appear...the urge to be the Destroyer coming back in me..."
"And whenever the Destroyer re-appears...There will be destruction for someone...." His voice began to shift as if there are two person in him.
Collin: "Does anybody notice? His voice..."
Kendra: "Just like last week..."
Arvin: "Someone must be messing with the audio..."
Daniel begins to pant: "And I can feel the mask is lurking here somewhere...waiting for its time..."
The crowds begin murmuring again.
Daniel: "And when it does...It will choose its prey..."
He bends down a little, showing his body quivering.
Daniel: "I wonder who it's going to be..."
Daniel faintly smirks before he drops the mic, opens his long coat and pose the Destroyer's roar. The blue pyros blast from the turnbuckle behind him marking that he's ready for the match.
Collin: "Well, that's a warning...or a threat from Daniel..."
Kendra: "Or Destroyer himself..."
Arvin: "Which is I believe is a BIG load of nonsense! Bring the others and let the match begin, shall we? Back to you, Ash!!"
QUALIFIER 2
DANIEL VS NEONYX NOTORIO VS TRAGEDEIGH VS GENESIS VS DAMIAN BLACKHEART VS GOLDBERG
Ash: The following contest is a six-person elimination match, and it is for a spot at the Honeycomb Match at Spring Sting! Already in the ring. From Moultrie County, Illinois, weighing in at 284 pounds, DANIEL!
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. 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.
Ash: And his opponents! First, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Young Dragon, NEONYX NOTOOOORIO!
Kendra: They call him Notorious, and he is easy to both love and hate.
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.
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.
Fog machine, candles and 18th century street lamps adorn the entrance way. Titantron/screen shows images of leeches, pre-20th century surgery, anatomical drawings, plus short video clips of Blackheart performing submission moves and ringing a hand bell in full plague doctor uniform.
Ash: From the Silk Road, London, weighing in at 228 pounds, the Empiric, DAMIAN BLACKHEART!
Kendra: Damian Blackheart has become one of the preeminent names in our company for better or worse.
Colin: I'd change that or to an and. He's made things more interesting around here but at what cost.
Kendra: He's got a rooster hooked on Hope Serum so I'd say a high one.
Arvin: Oh you two. He's a miracle worker.
Damian walks with confidence and purpose with his cane and jar of leeches to the ring.
The lights turn into a sort of a red lighthouse effect over smoke and fog. Tragedeigh comes out, her hands extended and held upwards to reflect a sort of Messianic energy.
Ash: From Edina, Minnesota, representing La Sangre Maldita, the Red Queen, Tragedeigh!
Tragedeigh looks back and claps curtly, and two hooded men in dark robes on each side of her pick her up and carry her to the ring, lifting her in and removing her cape.
Kendra: Doesn't she already have a title shot at Spring Sting?
Arvin: Yes, but this one is to lock one down in Fallout. Do you know how much power it is to know that no matter what happens, you've got a title shot waiting for you? If she gets and loses the Asylum Belt it won't matter too much!
Goldberg comes out with fireworks blowing up on either side of him as he storms out.
Ash: From Oklahoma, weighing in at 285 pounds, GOLDBERG!
Goldberg lets out a shout to crowd acclaim as he enters the ring.
Colin: The man's been doing this for a long time and still going strong.
The five wait for the sixth. 10 seconds pass, nothing. 20, nothing.
Kendra: The sixth spot is supposed to be Genesis but...where is...
Colin: Oh what the hell is this now?
The air in the arena grows cold as the logo of the military arm of the Currency Cartel's Contra Unit flashes on the screen. The Contra Unit's leader, SlowMo Tapout enters the arena with the rest of the Currency Cartel. First person, blasting through the curtains, is Wardy Chin and his Boys:
Wardy Chin: BOYS!... Let's go break some hearts!
Behind Wardy walks Keyser Söze, wearing a black suit rumoured to cost more than a family sedan. He cautiously lights a cigar and lets out a plume of smoke as he walks towards the ring.
Colin: Oh wait a minute, I recognize these people...we kicked them out for smoking in the arena.
The last one out is SlowMo Tapout, in full combat gear. She has a mischievous, yet sadistic look on her face as she uses both arms to proudly hold up the Currency Cartel above her head. Keyser hands Ash a piece of paper.
The fans chant SlowMo's name and reach out to simply touch her as she walks around the ring. SlowMo enters the ring and drapes the Cartel's flag over the top rope as the ring announcer introduces her.
Ash: Representing the Currency Cartel. Standing at five feet four inches, she is the Suplex Demon. She is the Queen of Queen's Street West. Hailing from Van Nuys, Toronto, Canada. She is SlowMo, Tapoooooout!
SlowMo backs up into the her corner and crouches down as Keyser whispers the game plan of the match into her ear. SlowMo nods and giggles maniacally while looking across the ring and nodding at Keyer's every word. Ash flips the piece of paper over.
Ash: The Currency Cartel sends the regards of Genesis, who was sorry he could not make it today.
SlowMo throws Genesis's mask into the ring. The Titantron flickers on to show Kraze Kaylee backstage with her thumbs up over Genesis's maskless fallen body.
Kendra: And the Currency Cartel, apparently deciding to make a home in MAWL now, come with a big impact and-wait-
The Titantron flickers off, then flickers on with Genesis wearing Daniel's mask and Kaylee looking very confused. The Tron flickers off again.
Colin: And I think that...was...Daniel's mask? I don't know. Things are wild. But we still have to do this match.
The bell rings.
Kendra: Daniel starts the proceedings throwing a punch at Blackheart. Blackheart choosing not to engage Daniel and hits a running DDT on Tragedeigh instead! Tragedeigh's head just bouncing off that mat! Blackheart up from that and caught into a double suplex by SlowMo and Neonyx! Blackheart up and SCALPEL KICK TO NEONYX!
Colin: Damian Blackheart just finding himself in the center of the chaos and Goldberg strangely talking a backseat.
Arvin: He's waiting for his Metamucil to kick in, Colin.
Colin: Well, Blackheart sees Daniel coming this time and catches him into a fisherman buster! And now Damian looking to punish Goldberg for hanging back with a spinning elbow shot.
Arvin: Well that was dumb. You have 4 people beating up on you and you decide to incense the one who isn't. Goldberg stalking after Blackheart now and Tragedeigh charging in! Double handed bulldog to Goldberg! Damian sets his sights on Neo and plonks him with a running DDT.
Kendra: Daniel with quick punch combo to Goldberg. Neo up, gives a look to Daniel and stereo punch from them both to Damian! Neo follows it up with a pop up dropkick and Blackheart staggers. Neo has momentum, gives a chop to Tragedeigh, a kick to Goldberg, Goldberg bent over, Neo going for the run, hits the ropes SPLICED RED RUM TO GOLDBERG! Going for the pin-
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Goldberg is eliminated by Neonyx Notorio!
Arvin: Back to the home, Grandpa.
Kendra: One of these days you're going to get Jackhammered and-
Goldberg walks over to the announcer's table and lifts Arvin up.
Colin: Goldberg had enough to Arvin's stupidity, taking him over to the Spanish Announcer's Table and SPINEBUSTER! Looks like we're gonna need to do the rest of this without Arvin! Oh darn.
Kendra: Maybe he'll be back later, who knows. SlowMo hits Neo with the discus spinning elbow but look out SlowMo it's a Scalpel Kick! SlowMo rolls out before Damian can get the pin and she's fishing for somethin'.
Colin: Damian and Daniel, oh that's a combination I don't like, grabbing Tragedeigh up, high up, DOUBLE HIGH ANGLE CHOKESLAM! Girl's gonna have back issues before she turns 30 at this rate. Neo sees them coming up from that move and Cartwheel Handspring Elbow to Damian!
Kendra: SlowMo's back in the ring with a barbed wire bat, she swings at Daniel but he dodges and hits her with the double axe handle! Damian brutalizes Neo with that half-nelson backbreaker and Tragedeigh seems to finally be getting up from that chokeslam. Mo's got the bat again and OH! DRILLS IT INTO THE FACE OF BLACKHEART! AND ANOTHER!
Colin: Mo looking to Daniel to double-team Blackheart, Daniel seems reluctant but Mo is persistent, Daniel relents and Mo swings the bat into Daniel's ribs! That was a crack and a cackle I wasn't hoping to hear.
Kendra: The woman breathes chaos but Daniel paying her back with a rollicking headbutt. Daniel's attention to Blackheart now and HUGE FULL NELSON SLAM. And Neo takes advantage of Blackheart being grounded to send off a quick running shooting star press!
Colin: Blackheart rolls out and GRABS HIS CANE! Back in and cane shot to Daniel! Damian swings again and Daniel grabs the cane! Whacking it over the head of Blackheart and now holding Blackheart upside down!! He's got him in the Demon Slayer! WAIT TRAGEDEIGH CRACKS DANIEL WITH THE CANE! Blackheart dropped!
Kendra: Neo sees Tragedeigh distracted and hits her with a spinkick! But he comes down right into Mo's Capture Suplex! Tragedeigh tries to get to her feet and Blackheart hits her with a snap suplex. Tragedeigh to her feet again and Mo gets her with an eye rake. Neo tries for a spinning wheel kick on Blackheart but he grabs the leg into a dragon whip! And Slow gets him with a stomp. Blackheart takes a swing at Slow but she ducks him and it was he who was slow this time! She comes back around a duck into a VIRTUAL RIOT! Going for the cover on Blackheart!
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Damian Blackheart is eliminated by SlowMo Tapout!
Colin: Neo with a quick kick to Daniel BUT TRAGEDEIGH TO THE TOP, DEFYING GRAVITY TO SLOWMO! Goes for the pin but Keyser pulls her off!!
Kendra: She turned down Sangre Maldita's offer to be ringside because she thought she'd be able to handle it but having that extra manpower sure would be useful. Spinning headscissors by Neo to Daniel and SLOWMO HAS THE FANGS OF JELEVA DELAIN IN ON TRAGEDEIGH! Tragedeigh taps! Tragedeigh taps!
Tragedeigh is eliminated by SlowMo Tapout!
Colin: SlowMo with a dragon suplex to Neo but he kicks before a count can be had. Daniel trying to catch her out and she judo flips him! Neo tries to take the moment for a spinning headscissors on Daniel OH A BRUTAL POWERBOMB AND NEO IS FLATTENED! Keyser tosses Mo a chair and Mo going for a run...CHAIR ASSISTED SENTON TO NEO! And a spinning swing with the chair catches Daniel in the back of the head!
Kendra: And Mo locks the Fangs on Neo!! DANIEL INTERRUPTS WITH A CHAIR SHOT!! Daniel picks Mo up by her neck and she is kicking and thrashing for dear life! Daniel holding....HOOOOLDING...The jump and it's a FINAL JUDGMENT!
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SlowMo Tapout is eliminated by Daniel!
Kendra: And then there were two! Neo going for a hurricanrana and pin!
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Colin: Daniel kicks out and SNAPS UP WITH THE BIG BANG LARIAT!
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Neonyx Notorio is eliminated by Daniel, making Daniel the winner!
Ash: Here is your winner....DANIEL!
Colin: Daniel qualifies for the Honeycomb Match at Spring Sting!! He's going to meet Bianca and 4 others in that match! He's going up towards the turnbuckle to celebrate and...I'm not hallucinating am I?
Kendra: No, I see it too...Daniel's mask is on the turnbuckle and it's stopped him and his celebration dead in their tracks. Let's...take a commercial break while we try to figure this out.
Shakti Dara: Hello! My name is Shakti Dara and I am the lead designer on MAWL Madness 2. I wanted to take this moment to update you quickly on some exciting fronts. First of all, our Release Date! MAWL Madness 2 will be releasing on May 16, with early access on May 9 for pre-orders and anyone beyond our standard edition. We've just released our Full Roster Reveal, which you can see here. But today, I wanted to focus briefly on two things. First of all, you may know we released our PlayStation 4 covers last week and this week we wanted to show some love to the Nintendo crowd! So here are our Switch covers:
Shakti: Working with MAWL has borne excellent fruit in the sheer variety of talent that you have, and though no list is complete, we are excited to be able to represent this wide variety in our variant covers. For the Switch we are absolutely thrilled to showcase Maki Itoh, Gozu, JP Spears and Sarah Sharp, and the Animalities. It's just one of the many insanely cool things we've gotten to do, the other being able to release four levels of game!
Of course, the question on everyone's minds when you have a price tier like this is "What am I paying extra for?" And with that before we return you to your real life action, MAWL has graciously given me this window to announce the varying packs of DLC that you can obtain! What's particularly cool is how it's separated. We've got the Standard DLC in our Deluxe Edition of course. Our Mania Edition adds in Alternate Identities of many of your favorite superstars. Now, these aren't your reskin nonsense and these aren't your 2K20 fantasy creations. This is new movesets. New music and entrances. New announcing tracks. These are fully formed new characters. Take it a step further with the Face of Fear Edition and we've got a whole other Federation coming into play. The individuals in DOC who were involved in the crossover event were wonderful to work with and came to our offices to get themselves integrated into this game, with an extra 44 wrestlers being added as a result so far.
We have our first four packs situated for each tier, with the 5th to be announced down the line.
Our site has it broken down by tier so I wanted to do this a little different for you and break it down by release date, and each week I'm going to take you through what you can get with each tier. So let's begin with the Pack 1 set!
Our first packs will drop on June 20th. The Deluxe DLC is:
Shakti: 50 Cent highlights the "We Get Money" Pack. 50 could have been a base game addition but he's made such a mark that we felt he needed to be showcased. We've also been super thrilled that this pack brings in SlowMo and the Currency Cartel as Managers, who find their way into several federations to cause havoc wherever they may roam. We've also got Danielle Fishel and Keira Knightley who've proven in a house show they can hold their own, and the Kentucky Fried Psycho, Kenneth Tuckey IX!
Now we should say we don't condone vaping. And we don't. But it has been a big part of her arsenal so here it is. If you get the Mania Pack, you'll also be treated to:
Shakti: Everyone seems to either hate or join Zora Luthor, but prior to this group there was a ton of personality in these women and this will be your chance to make it as if this group never existed. Honestly Morgan Maverick could have been her own Pack but no one wants a DLC pack of just one character even if there are different moves to them. Now of course, if you're going to have Zora Luthor's pack, you have to counterbalance it with some of their rivals and counterparts, as well as two seemingly random but amazing fighters to round out the pack.
Shakti: We'll be back next week with the reveal of our second DLC set. Now! Back to the fights.
Colin: We're not one step closer to figuring out this mask. Daniel has stalked off in search of an answer. For now, we have some matches to get to.
Kendra: And this next match has one of our cover stars and I cannot be more excited for him, just posing with the chair.
Arvin: Does he ever actually use that chair or is that like his pet?
Colin: Why don't you go and ask him?
GOZU VS MOON VS SOLEMN GUARDIAN
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
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: Firstt! From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 320 pounds, GOZU!
Kendra: Hey! HEY GOZU! Arvin has a question for you.
Arvin: Shut up!
Colin: Gozu spent the last two chasing Moon to mixed results, let's see if Solemn Guardian can add a dimension to this match.
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: His opponent, from the Land of Ancient Warriors and Legends, weighing in at 200 pounds, The Prince, MOON!
Black smoke covers the front view as The Solemn Guardian walks out Carrying a tome like a bible almost symbolizing what is to come.. Ominous bells and ringing with the hiss of snakes the cawwing of ravens and soft chanting can be heard during this.
Ash: First, from Huntington, West Virginia, weighing in at 165 pounds, he is The Solemn Guardian!
The Solemn Guardian makes his way slowly down the ramp, the audience feeling chills as he passes them.
The bell rings.
Colin: Moon starts up on the turnbuckle, and a Diving Shoulder Tackle to Gozu right from jump! Gozu stumbles into the Conciliation by Solemn Guardian! The cover-
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TH...NO!
Kendra: Gozu doesn't even look bothered really. It almost seems like he's playing with his food. Moon goes for a dive on Gozu but Guardian intercepts Moon with a Holy Precipice!! Irish whipping Gozu out and going for the cover...
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Solemn Guardian wins by Precipice!
Ash: Here is your winner, Sol-
Arvin: Oh Gozu DID NOT like being dismissed like that, and did NOT enjoy the Solemn Guardian stealing his kill. He's calling for the bell to go again! Andra shrugs and rings the bell.
GOZU VS SOLEMN GUARDIAN
Kendra: Guardian is fine with this too, and running at Gozu, a bulldog taking him down! Gozu up again and brutalizing headbutt. And Kyouki Driver!
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Colin: Guardian to his feet now, and pops up with the Holy Precipice!
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Kendra: Gozu kicks at 1. He's not going to be able to pull what he did with Moon with Gozu. Gozu rolls up and pops Guardian with a boot. Throwing Guardian off the ropes and another boot! Guardian goes for a kick and Gozu catches him into a Saito Suplex, Gurdian keeps it rolling, off the ropes and a double axe handle.
Arvin: Gozu bent a little bit over and Guardian with an axe kick! Guardian off the ropes to try it again and GOZU CATCHES HIM IN THE THROAT AND SKYYYYY HIIIIIGH CHOKESLAM!
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Colin: Guardian shoulders up again! Gets his arm around Gozu's neck, got him in that headlock...Gozu trying to punch him off, trying to lift him up, Guardian trying to pull himself back down, it's a real battle here, Guardian's got a hell of a grip on that headlock even floating up in the air, Gozu trying to lift him off in a back body but Guardian is determined to bring him down and LAST OPTION!
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Kendra: Gozu back up and back to their feet, a chop fest to the chest of Gozu. Gozu trying to retaliate and Guardian blocks it, and continuing his chop fest. He finally calls Guardian off with a headbutt. Bodyslam to Guardian! Picking up Guardian, got the full nelson locked in and getting him up WAIT HOW GUARDIAN CATCHES HIM WITH THE STUNNER! TOOK HIM TO THE PRECIPICE!
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TH...NO!
Arvin: How do they keep doing this? Gozu to his feet and Guardian with another Precipice!
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Solemn Guardian wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, THE SOLEMN GUARDIAN!
Arvin: And this time it sticks! That's two wins. But Gozu did NOT make it easy for him.
The screen fades to black as silence cuts through the noise, the crowd noise softens and lowers to a murmur as people are waiting for what is to come .
Colin: And there go the lights again.
???: Darkness.. such.. a beautiful thing, no?
A small purple flame is seen in the middle of the screen as the crowd continue to murmur confused
???: oh look, a small spark - how cute!
The flame starts to spark and flicker, as if blown on.
???: But this flame is ruining the sancitity of the darkness! Surely that is not good? We love the darkness.. I LOVE the darkness..
The flame continues to spark and sputter, the sparks seem to ignite more of the screen, it fills the frame as more tiny flames start to flicker and burn until the whole screen is bursting with purple fire.
???: Oh no now there is fire everywhere! Well that simply will not do.
There is a whoosh and those with quick eyes would see the brief view of a red heel kicking through the flame, most of the screen is wiped of purple.. but once again a small flame starts to grow in the middle, sputtering and flickering
???: Flame burn anew, like stars in the sky.. Light and living death..
Long slender hands stretch above the flame and quickly grasp it snuffing it out completely, as the hand pulls away so does the darkness to reveal a woman in a red and black dress, black hair and horns adorn her head as her sharp teeth peek out of her mouth.
???: Stars ruin my darkness, and thus must be snuffed out.. I've heard there are many stars in this federation.. And they will meet the same fate! Starting with.. alledgedly.. the galaxy's favourite alien..
She puts her hand towards her mouth and starts to laugh.
???: Let the games begin~!
The camera starts to fade to black as the mystery persons laugh begins to raise in pitch and strength changing into a cackle that echoes throughout the arena.
Krissy Kruel walks to the apron, rolling her eyes as she stares down the ring with a microphone.
Krissy: "Galaxy's Favorite Alien." That takes me back. To when I was a child playing with spaceships and boops and cutesy bullshit. Let's talk about growing up, girl. I learned the same lesson that I am going to teach you. That rocketships are for petulant children and darrrrrkness is for teens who think they're dark and brooding, who fashion themselves Batmen and Batwomen because their parents didn't let them pierce their septum. Do you think your laugh scares me or startles me in any way? Do you know what I've been through in this industry? Do any of you? I've been bodyslammed on thumbtacks girl. This body is a temple that has weathered wars and sieges and still remains standing and pristine. So come on, Comic Con, let's get this over with.
CHARLOTTE REALTA VS KRISSY KRUEL
Krissy tosses the microphone aside and starts sauntering down the ramp. The woman in the ring steps out of the ring and meets Krissy Kruel in the aisle and starts throwing fists.
Arvin: And Starchild over here wasting no time showing Krissy what she thinks of her condescension! Hammering her with fist after fist and whips Krissy into the railing!
Colin: I think we may be in the presence of Charlotte Realta. Some circles hail her as the next coming of Kris Statlander but first she has to get through this coming of Kris Statlander.
Kendra: Charlotte seems to be okay with that, hitting Kris with a series of headbutts and a DDT onto the ramp! She hits her with a knee smash now!
Colin: Krissy may have been the hardcore battler in the past but she's glowed herself up and I think it's taken some of her edge. She's truly struggling to keep up with the raw aggression of Realta. Realta throws her into the ring and it looks like we're gonna have a fight!
Arvin: Charlotte sets up for a T-Bone DDT and KRISSY REVERSES INTO A BRIDGING FISHERMAN!
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Kendra: No! Charlotte is up! Krissy tries to rake her eyes but she catches the hands and pulls them apart and SOLID HEADBUTT! Quick chop by Charlotte, arm whip to Krissy and wait-
Arvin: Kelly and Kylie running to ringside and looking to make it into the ring but Andra doing her best to hold them off, and Kelly is keeping her busy that's for sure.
Colin: Looking like Krissy and Kylie have the two on one going and WAIT here comes the cavalry!
Kendra: They're chasing Kylie off! They're chasing Kylie off! The numbers have now turned away from the favor of Kruel and HOLY CRAP KACY AND KAVITA HAVE CHARLOTTE'S ARMS AND KYLIE'S BACK WITH A CHAIR! KYLIE KRUEL RAVAGES CHARLOTTE WITH THE CHAIR! They scoot and Andra turns around to see Charlotte being covered...
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Krissy Kruel wins by Pinfall!
Kendra: And the 5 Ks are absolutely beating down on Charlotte Realta!
Arvin: Have you thought about joining them?
Kendra: What and be a backstabbing brat like Bianca Diaz?
Arvin: She seems to be having some fun.
Kendra: Maybe you should change your name to Karvin and see if they'll take you.
Arvin: Maybe I will.
Colin: Can some real help come? OH I THINK WE'RE GETTING OUR ANSWER! Here come the Skylights!
Colin: Not enough to completely reset the numbers game but it's a start for sure and it gives Charlotte a chance to get back to her feet, Charlotte gets the chair from Kylie and brains her with it! Charlotte driving the chair into the face of Kylie Kruel but Kavita and Kacy swarm her back-wait!
Kendra: Lucie Rossi is here and she's enlisted in this fight against Kruel now! Still a 4 on 5 but damned if they're not putting in the work! Rossi with a Tiger Suplex to Krissy! Charlotte hits that modified hammer DDT she was looking for earlier on Kavita! It's a mess of fists and feet in the ring!
Colin: People keep showing up, who's this now?
Arvin: With that robe they're may be taking someone to Heaven? I'm not sure.
Colin: Wait, this new arrival...sorta fits the entrance description of the local talent that's supposed to be fighting Rade tonight.
Kendra: She's early.
Arvin: No, she heard the bell and thought she'd be up. It's more that this chaos is running late. Wait...she's running into the fray! Local talent's gonna get herself murdered before her match!
Colin: It appears she is going to even the odds, and this final addition sends Kruel packing! 5 women, one of whom we don't know, standing tall in the ring as Kruel makes a hasty retreat. It's Charlotte, it's Lazer and Rayne, it's Lucie Rossi, and it's Enhancement Talent parentheses F, did they even give her name to us or were they just expecting a quick smash?
Arvin: I mean, it's local talent and it's Rade, you do the math.
Colin: I can't say I disagree with that.
Kendra: The other four leaving her now in the ring, no I think they're expecting her to follow, I think by now at least one should catch wind. Go back! Go back and help your new friend!
Colin: I'm beginning to think they dressed her like a sacrifice.
The lights go pitch black and the clocks begin to tick.
Kendra: Aw nougat.
Red smiley faces show in hologram around the arena in time with the bell. Ann "Atomic" Lee steps out to the stage, illuminated only by the red glow in the dark mask that she removes from her face. Ash sees their microphone is turned off.
Ann: The following sacrifice is scheduled for one fall.
RADE VS ENHANCEMENT TALENT
Colin: Yep, called it.
Ann: Already in the ring...well...
Her smirk is illuminated by the glow of the mask. The music has kept in the ticking of the clock and bell, not so much as a skip but as a purposely extended opening.
Ann: Now it doesn't really matter your name now, does it darling? We may as well just refer to you as Sample #3201B, another addition to the Blood Collection, to be obtained and then shared with the next unfortunate soul who walks in our line of sight. For you see-He Comes. He Collects the Blood. He Shares the Blood. He will share you with the world. Oh, but you haven't been properly introduced. We may as well do the pleasantries now for your handshake will be your decimation. From deep in the Black Forest and the darkest caverns of your mind, weighing 355 pounds and the heft of all your hopes, dreams, and fears, he is der Blutsammler. He is the Blood Collector. HE. IS.
The keyboard finally kicks in and the appearances of the red smiley faces intensify rhythmically as a towering figure enters behind her.
Ann: RADE.
Rade walks down the ramp with Ann leading him, both illuminated mostly by the glow in the dark masks.
Kendra: This would be a good tine to remember you have a doctor's appointment.
Arvin: Rade's going to help her get in for a reschedule fairly soon I think.
Colin: Anyone notice that Ann's introductions are getting more long-winded?
Arvin: There's a woman who truly is living her best life.
Ann stands in front of Rade and stares up as if being baptized from the sky. Rade spits blood upwards and it rains on her. She smiles wickedly to the camera and leaves the ring. The bell rings.
Colin: Rade throws her off the ropes, launches her up, catches and it's 7 FEET UNDER. That's all she wrote. Stands on her for the pin-
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Kendra: Wait...shoulder's up! She kicked out of the 7 Feet Under! Is that...was that...
Colin: We've seen people reverse it to DDTs and hurricanranas and respond from the air, but I don't think many people, especially ones that much smaller than Rade, survive the landing. And this mystery woman not even taking her robe off, that would be time wasted, TRIPS RADE! She takes the big man down! And she's going for an Ankle Lock no he pushes her off fairly quickly but she rides the momentum into a back run and WHAT A LEAP over the legs to catch Rade in the backside with a jumping elbow.
Arvin: You know what happens to an extra when they try to do their own lines? They get cut from production!
Kendra: Well this woman is looking to go down swinging, rolls out to the apron and holding onto the ropes, Rade up and the woman with a springboard missile dropkick! She recoils back of course but keeps on her feet, back off the ropes and slides under the legs of Rade to get herself back to the ropes, Springboard Lariat to the Back! Rade stumbles forward and momentum on the local's side!
Colin: An impressive showing by this mystery woman, again refusing to take the robes off because she's more focused on a win than recognition and I respect that, she's playing it smart by keeping to the fast game and slides back up to the apron, up to the turnbuckle and even on the top she's JUST at head level, you can see the calculations running and a LEG LARIAT! SHE DRIVES RADE TO THE GROUND! SHE MAY ACTUALLY GET A PIN!
Arvin: She's gotta turn him around first and that must be like rolling an axed tree. But she's trying it, she's starting to get him over and he GRABS HER BY THE BACK WITH HIS LEFT ARM AND TOSSES HER OUT OF THE RING! Take the Countout! Value your life!
Kendra: This young woman doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word quit.
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Arvin: But she's gonna learn the meaning of the phrase Hospital Bill in a moment if she doesn't play this absolutely right.
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Kendra: She scrambles to her feet. How much do local talents get paid to be here?
Colin: Not enough to keep fighting. But she's up to the apron, she's gonna try something...Springboard Splash and CAUGHT INTO THE CHOKEHOLD! UP SHE GOES INTO THE AIR! BACK DOWN INTO THE 7 FEET UNDER!
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Rade wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner, Der Blutsammler, RADE!
Kendra: Local talent went above and beyond today and got further than some of our roster has. But in the end, the writing was on the wall.
The medical team comes out with a gurney but the Mystery Woman demurs and rolls out, walking herself out to cheers.
Colin: She earned those cheers, even in defeat. For a shining moment, she took the monster off his feet.
As she exits, The lights in the arena shut off. A faint, chilling breeze swept over the crowd as the jumbotron flickered to life. A video package played, showcasing Ace Anarchy’s victories—each win punctuated by the roar of the commentators as his hand was raised in triumph.
The crowd rumbled, their excitement growing with every highlight. But toward the end of the video, things took a dark turn. The footage switched to a sports broadcast covering the upcoming card. “Ace versus Ace. Champion versus Champion,” the first broadcaster explained to the viewers. “MAWL is delivering high-class television, invigorating matches, and absolute bloodbaths.” The second broadcaster chimed in. “Sometimes, we don’t want to see a wrestling match, man. Sometimes, we just want to see the best of the best go toe-to-toe. There’s wrestling, yeah. But this? This is something diff—” The jumbotron glitched. The sound system crackled, threatening to shatter eardrums.
Suddenly, Kodak Black - Calling my Spirits blared through the speakers, and the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Seconds passed—what felt like an eternity—before JCM Ace emerged.
He eased through the curtain, arms dangling at his sides, the Championship belt gripped tightly in his right hand. His expression told a story of chaos, destruction, and determination. But above all—pride.
As his music slowly faded, he raised the microphone in his left hand, preparing to speak. But despite his effort, the crowd persisted, chanting: “Where I’m from, we don’t say ‘opp’!” “Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop!” JCM lowered his arm, scowling yet reveling in the moment. He let them have it. At the bottom of the ramp, the stage manager frantically signaled for him to hurry with his promo—but he ignored it.
The crowd sang on and on, carrying the hook until, finally, their voices dwindled to silence. The arena was so quiet you could hear a rat piss on cotton.
Slowly—maniacally—JCM raised his arm, gaze sweeping from left to right as his head swayed. Then, with the microphone now to his lips, he locked eyes with the main camera, startling the cameraman.
JCM Ace: I’M COMING!!
His roar was so deep, so commanding, that it shook the stadium and the cars outside. He dropped the mic, refusing to say anything more. For ten long seconds, the arena remained silent—flabbergasted by the sheer intensity. Then, a thunderous eruption of cheers. Kodak Black picked up exactly where the crowd had left off, MAWL’s production team masterfully highlighting the moment. And JCM Ace—still basking in his dominance—raised his right arm, the U.S. Championship held high above his head in absolute assertion.
CHAMPION VS CHAMPION
JCM ACE VS ACE ANARCHY
Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from Florida, weighing in at 300 pounds, he is the United States Champion, JCM Ace!
Kendra: JCM is a fighting champion, and he never backs down from a challenge, you saw that with Tank Vanguard who unsuccessfully called that shot, you saw that with Donna Matrix who he made use the safeword in the Dungeon Rules Match, he didn't come looking for the love of the audience but you can see he's begrudgingly accepting that it's here.
White sparks rain down over the entrance as Ace Anarchy bursts onto the stage.
Ash: And his opponent! From the Outback, Australia, weighing 225 pounds, the THUNDEEEER FROM DOWN UNDEEEER, the Inferno Champion, ACE ANAAAARCHY!
Colin: And this man is pure energy incarnate. Where JCM is methodical and brutal, Anarchy is frenetic and aggressive. Even with the overlap in moveset, it's looking to be a true tale of two cities.
The screen behind him fills with falling ‘Joker’ playing cards, which ignite to reveal an anarchy symbol. As his theme song hits, red and white strobe lights flash in sync with the rhythm. Ace Anarchy throws his arms up, singing along behind his mask. He bounces down the ramp, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans before sliding into the ring, ready for action.
Both mean stare face to face holding their belts up. The bell rings.
Arvin: I predict that Ace is going to win.
Colin: Very astute.
Kendra: We get ourselves into a lockup with two veritable giants of our industry, of our federation, JCM gets Anarchy into a headlock and DDT, Anarchy's head bounces off the mat but he's able to backflip to his feet and a standing dropkick to JCM. Anarchy rides the momentum to come back around for a drilling big boot. Picks JCM up for a snap powerslam!
Colin: Anarchy feeling himself now and he's coming for a run into a cannonball senton and JCM MOVES. Anarchy bumps the butt and JCM catches him out into the underhook and butterfly suplex! JCM not wasting any time and mounting punches on Anarchy. Alternating fists, that's a smarter way than relying on one, don't want to tire out your hands.
Arvin: Just speedbagging Anarchy there and Anarchy blocks the right and drives a few forearms into the face of JCM.
Kendra: Managing to get JCM off him, throws JCM off the ropes and catches him out in a swinging neckbreaker. Throws JCM off the ropes again and a Spinning Spinebuster! For the count-
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Colin: JCM propels him off and Anarchy springs off the rope and low forearm! Anarchy coming in now with a quick series of forearms, JCM catches his arm into an armbar, rolling him around and gets that Fujiwara in tight. JCM Ace is a master of the ground game and Anarchy's going to need to keep things moving if he wants to have a chance here.
Kendra: Anarchy swings his body back around to hit JCM with a forearm! That is putting his full self on the line. Quick punches to JCM, gets himself up, and going for a big run back and going for that State of Decay spear and JCM directs traffic! Anarchy spills to the floor!
Arvin: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You can't beat the system Anarchy.
Colin: Anarchy gets himself quickly to his feet, up to the apron, jumps into the ring and charges JCM for a running beckbreaker but JCM sends him out again! Anarchy getting frustrated, staring JCM down. Anarchy's gotta figure his game plan out, it doesn't seem the running game is working and Anarchy isn't a sit and wait type.
Kendra: Anarchy isn't much of a strategy kinda guy, he's gonna stick to what he knows, comes charging in again and ducks JCM's attempt to grab him, comes back around and another swinging neckbreaker! Picking him up for the Pop Up Cutter, NO! JCM wrecks him with the 3rd Ave!
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Colin: JCM doesn't get a lot of kick-ups from that but here we are, going back to that armbar and Anarchy could go to the ropes but he'd rather fight his way out, trying to get some control of his arm and manages to rank the eyes of JCM, JCM lets go of the hold and tries to Irish Whip but Anarchy reverses and here comes JCM, Anarchy slides around him and German Suplex! Going for the pin-
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Kendra: JCM thrusts his body up and slams himself down on Anarchy! Locking in that Armbar again, really focusing on that arm and Anarchy starting to crack a little but reverses it into a roll-up and JCM kicks up before any count! JCM throwing quick punches and an overhead belly to belly and Anarchy lands on his feet with a superkick! Covers JCM...
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Arvin: JCM just won't go down that easy, and he gets the shoulder up. Stiff punches to the face of Anarchy, whips Anarchy into the corner, Anarchy comes back with the STATE OF DECAY AND JCM DUCKS!! JCM HAS HIM UP....There's the Spin! ACE BOOOOHNO ANARCHY REVERSES IT INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN!!
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Colin: These two just don't go down for anything!
Kendra: Anarchy with a superkick JCM CATCHES IT INTO A SINGLE LEG CRAB! Anarchy struggling to get to his feet, pain evident but ENZIGUIRI! And takes the moment to hit that Pop Up Cutter! Down with the System!
Colin: Anarchy getting JCM up, UP UP HERE WE GO IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GOING TO SEE A FULL HOUSE WAIT ONE ARM LOSE AND A HUGE LARIAT THROWING ALL OF HIMSELF INTO IT!!!
Arvin: Anarchy's been put in Lockdown where he belongs!
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JCM Ace wins by Pinfall!
Ash: Here is your winner...JCM ACE!
Colin: Truly a main event worthy battle between these two, and it's not even a main event.
Kendra: This is why they're champions, Colin.
Maki Itoh storms into the ring with her trademark pout, microphone in hand. She glares in to the camera before raising the mic to her lips.
Maki Itoh: So, let me get this straight.
Balor Wolfe—that guy—gets handed a title shot on a silver platter?
While I, the cutest, the strongest, the most entertaining and the greatest wrestler this company has ever seen, have to qualify for a multiman contenders match?!
Are you kidding me?
What has he ever done in this business except talk about tw-
The microphone cuts for a second with feedback over what seems pretty brutal statements.
Colin: Our viewers will be reminded that though his first title shot win may or may not have been ill-gained, he did in fact earn it in that fatal four way match afterwards.
Kendra: True, but there are some superstars in the back who felt he jumped the line.
Maki: Does that make you worthy of being given title shots around here?
I defeated Sarah Sharp in our tag team match, how is that not enough to earn a title shot?
I should be the one challenging Sarah Sharp for the MAWL Mania Championship.
She paces back and forth, flipping her hair dramatically as the fans hang on her every word.
Balor Wolfe couldn’t shine my boots, let alone lace them.
He doesn’t have the star power of Maki Itoh.
He doesn’t have this face…
She points towards her face with exaggerated flair.
…and he sure as hell doesn’t have the fighting spirit of the Fired Idol!
The crowd pops at her fiery delivery, starting an 'Itoh-chan!' chant.
But fine.
You want me to prove AGAIN why I’m the best?
You want me to step into my qualifying match and show the world why there’s only one Maki Itoh?
I’ll do it.
And when I qualify for the multiman match and beat every single person in that ring, there’ll be no denying who the real star is.
Then you will have to give me what I want, my championship match.
I have proven myself more than anyone else, it is only fair.
She leans on the ropes, pointing directly into the camera.
Balor Wolfe, enjoy your undeserved title shot while it lasts because when I’m done, that championship is coming home with Maki Itoh.
It will be around my waist, my beautiful body, as it always should have been.
And you know why?
She smirks, raising her free hand in a middle-finger salute.
Because I’m Maki Itoh, and I’m the cutest in the world.
Mic drop, bitches!
She slams the mic down, flips her hair one more time and prepares to fight to cheers.
QUALIFIER 3
MAKI ITOH VS WILDFIRE VS EL CERRADOR VS SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY VS HIGH FLYER MONO VS NEON JUAN
Ash: The following contest is an elimination match and it is for a spot in the Honeycomb Match! Already in the ring, from Ogōri, Fukoka, Japan, the Cutest in the World, MAKI ITOH!
Arena light go out as the crowd goes silent
The Titantron goes all white, as the name "WildFire" is displayed on the main screen, before he makes an appearance
"Better than the Best!!!", "!2 out of 10 !!!", "8 stars out of 5 !!!","Simply the Greatesr EVER!!!"
WildFire charges out of the crowd sliding into the ring.
Ash: From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, WildFire!
WildFire kneels in the center of the ring both arms raised. Fireworks Explode from the 4 ring posts.
The lights turn green and pink as Neon Juan Guyverno enters, dancing out to the crowd.
Ash: From La Santa, Mexico, weighing in at 235 pounds, El Divertido, NEON JUAN GUYVERNO!
Neon Juan gyrates to random people in the crowd as he walks down the ramp.
Colin: Sometimes I forget that this man is here. Those are good days.
"Rock Superstar" plays as Superstar Davy Boy does a Ric Flair strut on the apron.
Ash: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 235 pounds, Superstar Davy Boy!
He continues the Flair Strut down the ramp, adjusting his sunglasses and adding a little pop into the strut. The fans boo and he threatens to smack them.
Kendra: He's being courted by Ralph Silva but I notice Silva's not out here.
Colin: The partnership's not finalized yet, though it is in the works. But Davy's a big boy and can handle his own matches.
The arena goes black and white (a la Timeless Toni Storm). After the initial synth ends and as the full instrumental kicks in, two firework upward-pointing arrows explode forming an M and High Flyer Mono runs out, playing to the fans, who are eating it up.
Ash: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 197 pounds, HIGH! FLYER! MOOOOOOONO!
Mono runs out down the rope and also clears the apron with a somersault, landing on his feet which brings the color back to the arena.
The arena is bathed in warm golden and red lights, colors that symbolize strength, passion, and Mexican pride. As the song builds, flickers of green, white, and red (the colors of the Mexican flag) pulse across the arena, giving the entrance a nationalistic touch while highlighting his connection to his roots. Smoke & Fog: As the music picks up, a thick fog fills the entrance ramp. Through the haze, El Cerrador emerges.
His silhouette is now visible—tall, powerful, and purposeful.
Colin: HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!
Ash: And finally! From Tepito, Mexico City, weighing 245 pounds, EL CERRRRRRADOR!
The bell rings.
Kendra: And we're off! Juan with a quick punch to Maki, and Mono catches her with a Reverse Sling Blade! Already hit with a Flyby! Maki to her feet and responds with an enziguiri to Mono, and Mono hits back with a spinning wheel kick.
Colin: Maki to her feet again and charging at Juan but Juan gets her with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors! Maki is really in the action here!
Arvin: She had to run her mouth, and now karma is coming for her. Mono sees an opening and leapfrogs over Maki to catch Juan with a single leg dropkick! Juan answers back with a quick jab.
Kendra: Maki going for Juan but Davy Boy intercepts her with a snap suplex! Cerrador with an arm whip to Juan! Juan back on his feet and Northern Lights Driver to Maki! And a roll into number 2, will he complete, YES NEON LIGHTS DRIVER! Going for the pin-
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Maki Itoh is eliminated by Neon Juan Guyverno!
Arvin: What was she saying about proving herself? Seems like a quick exit.
Kendra: To be fair everyone kinda piled on her.
Colin: Davy Boy gasps WildFire for a suplex NO WILDFIRE REVERSES IT INTO A DEATHROLL PIN AND DAVY BOY WAS CAUGHT COMPLETELY UNAWARES!
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Superstar Davy Boy is eliminated by WildFire!
Kendra: I'm sure Silva will not be thrilled with this turn of events.
Arvin: WildFire getting up now and Mono comes charging him, going for a high wheel kick NO WILDFIRE CATCHES IT INTO A POWERBOMB!
Colin: He just dropped Mono on his neck! Cerrador right behind him now and German Suplexing WildFire right on his neck as well! Mono springs up and jumping flatliner to Neon! Cerrador rolling with Fire and another DEVASTATING GERMAN SUPLEX! Neon tries to interrupt the pattern with a Blockbuster, Cerrador ducks and locks in El Estirón Mexicano!!! Abdominal Stretches seem like such a standard move but there's something about Cerrador's methods that make it truly brutal...and JUAN TAPS!
Neon Juan Guyverno is eliminated by El Cerrador!
Kendra: Down to 3 now, as Cerrador and Mono whip Wild across the ropes, coming back for a double back body drop, they have him in the air and FIRE HITS A DOUBLE NECKBREAKER! Going for the cover on Cerrador...
1!
2!
Kendra: Cerrador gets his shoulder up! WIldFire tries to turn this into a headlock BUT CERRADOR REVERSES WITH A BRIDGING HEADLOCK OF HIS OWN! TAKING A CHANCERY! Fire kicks out of it though. Cerrador gets up just in time to catch a Tornado DDT from Mono! WIldFire looking to pick Cerrador up into a piledriver NO CERRADOR REVERSES IT! DRIVES HIM DOWN AND WE HAVE A NEW LOCK! IT'S A FIGURE FOUR BUT WITH MORE BACK PAIN, HE CALLS THIS EL CERRÓN!! WAIT! WILDFIRE REVERSES IT HIMSELF INTO AN INVERTED FIGURE FOUR!!! CERRADOR TRYING TO GET TO THE ROPES, HE CAN'T DO IT!! CERRADOR TAPS!
El Cerrador is eliminated by WildFire!
Colin: It's down to WildFire and High Flyer Mono! Fire v Flyer! And Mono with a quick kick to FIre's side. And one kick becomes, two, three, and a spin kick! Fire taken back, Mono going off the ropes and trying for a moonsault kick but Fire spikes him down on his head! Going for the pin-
1!
Kendra: Flyer reverses the pin into a rollup!!
1!
2!
3!
WildFire is eliminated by High Flyer Mono, making High Flyer Mono the winner!
Ash: Here is your winner, HIGH FLYER MOOOOONO!!
Colin: And Mono in his second official match has qualified for a main event! What a wild turn this has all taken!
Kendra: We know he will be meeting Bianca Diaz and Daniel, and next week we see the other three parts of the puzzle.
Arvin: We've got two matches left in the tank, including a title main event with the hometown star!
Colin: But before that match, some scores to be settled from last week. If you remember, SM Heartbreaker was scheduled to fight Schmetterling and that did eventually happen, but not before Question Mark Vraag had to stick his nose in it. Schmetterling repaid Vraag with setting him on fire, and almost had the same done to him when Wonderwolf came to his aid. So now, these four are going to go into a 2 by 2.
Arvin: But first we're going to hear from one of them, and oh look here he comes now.
Soundbyte: Wrestling has only one HeartBreaker
"No Good" By The Prodigy begins to play as the crowd pause for a moment. This isn't a podcast episode?! Shock! I wonder what caused this change?! Well watch the last month of shows for the answer to that question! Otherwise...
Enter SM HeartBreaker
Armed with a microphone, SM HeartBreaker marches to the ring, paying absolutely zero attention to the crowd or the fans as he slides into the ring and waits for his music to end.
You guessed it...
BOOOOOMania Runs wild! The MAWL fans get a bad vibe from SM HeartBreaker and just know he isn't he for good intentions! And they are right!
SM: You know what I hate? You know what really makes me itch? Fickle fans. Fans who boo what they don't understand. Because they are just too stupid to understand.
Amazing Start! BOOOOOMania is going nuclear and we are less than a minute into SM HeartBreaker talking!
SM: MAWL fans boo me yet, cheer clowns and cowards on a weekly basis. Here is an example, hands up if you went to war last month in the name of MAWL?
SM HeartBreaker raises his hand to the chorus of BOOOs! Like an angry crowd of ghosts!
SM: Who took the fight to the competition? Who represented MAWL as its face...
Nuclear BOOOMania! As SM HeartBreaker is cut by the increased noise intensity! Do these MAWL fans think that will stop SM HeartBreaker? SM HeartBreaker just raises his voice as he has a microphone and they don't
SM: Who walked up to the D.O.C world champion and laid down the gauntlet? Was it...
SM HeartBreaker walks towards a nearby turnbuckle and lowers his arm to point directly into a camera.
SM: Was it you, Schmetterling? Was it the Mania Champion? Was it any of the so called Number one contenders? Was it any of the so called good guys of MAWL? Absolutely not. Cowards! So can you imagine my shock when I see that MAWL in my absent is being main evented by clowns and jokes? Can you imagine my disappointment when I see the show I am meant to be representing and defending? You can't imagine because you people are too stupid to see past your own idiocy.
You guessed it! BOOOOMania is blowing the roof off this arena and you just know SM HeartBreaker is earning so many fans from this promo!
SM: But hey, I can't put all the blame on those guys. Some blame can always go to the ones that ain't stepping up and are just simply allowing the rats to infect this company's image. The ones that are allowing all this to happen. The ones who should be main eventing but are simply...Too lazy? Too scared? Too stupid like these fans in attendance.
Please stop! My BOOOMania measuring scale can only be pushed so much as SM HeartBreaker is near ready to start a riot.
SM: You want names? How about JP Spears?! James D? Davey Boy? JCM Ace, where were you when MAWL needed you to step up in my absence? Where... Oh yeah, nowhere to be seen. Because, while I am sure a few of you guys will be getting a little pop from me name dropping you. Even a little bit of a rub. Reality is, this is a badge of shame because thanks to your inactivity. I have to come home and clean up this mess. Because quite frankly I am shocked with what I have seen. With what's been going on while I deal with D.O.C and Schmetterling's act of vandalism. I am shocked to see the state of MAWL.
SM HeartBreaker takes a seat on the mat in front of the camera in the corner as SM HeartBreaker gives up even trying to talk to the fickle MAWL fans.
SM: Granted. Its not all doom and gloom. There are some real ones that deserve a mention from me. Guys like Gozu, Rade, Kid Kross and Damian Blackheart. Who should be the focal point of MAWL since they, like myself, stepped up against D.O.C and proved exactly why the MAWL we are fighting for is the best in the world. Not what this current MAWL is representing, week after week in my absence. While I was raising the D.O.C world Championship high in the air! Back home, MAWL's title scene was accumulating clowns as its main contenders. While I was facing the risk of Psycho Supremacy jumping me. The MAWL's world title picture was being jumped by unworthy trash. When I was showing the world exactly why MAWL is the best in the world...MAWL was proving the world, why I was wrong.
SM HeartBreaker gets down close to the camera and almost whispers into it.
SM: But don't worry, because daddy is home and I am going to take out the trash, one at a time.
SM HeartBreaker smoothly rolls out of the ring near the camera and throws the microphone into the crowd, which only increases the intensity of the boos as finally, the MAWL fans have a microphone. He is stopped by...
Schmetterling: Now I know not where you think you're going Mr. Step Up And Fight, but my understanding is that we have a match.
You want to talk about honor? My grandfather hid Jewish people during the worst time in my country's history because of a leader they did not want. Not once did they complain or grouse about a lack of praise for it. They did what they needed to do because they knew what was right. Whereas you are standing here insulting the intelligence of these amazing people because they don't like you for doing...what, exactly?
I watched your little escapades with Dynasty of Champions while I was laid up in recovery from being attacked by cowards in masks wishing I could fight, waiting to come back to this, and proud as I was of my people winning matches, I would not call what happened honor. By my estimation, this all started because we took an employee of theirs. There is no honor in that. What you did was not defend our name, it was engage in petty American College Football Team nonsense. It was entertaining, but do not expect a parade for stealing someone's mascot. And yes, I am speaking also to you La Sangre Maldita.
And while we're at it, Mr. Hero, let's also talk about fickle. These people boo you because they know you are best poor historian and at worst narcissist with the self-awareness of two week old Lebkuchen. Let me share the correct history, your and my problem started for the very reasons you are claiming you wish to be lauded. You disparaged our company from day one on your little now-canceled podcast. I fought you out of defense of our company and its name and its champions, which you refer to as clowns? Is that it? And if I remember the tape correctly, you also insulted us while you were over at Dynasty. Do I have these facts correct?
Do not answer. You talk entirely too much. You said yourself in your podcast you came here for money and proceeded to bash every person who works here. You can't claim to love a place and hate everyone inside it. You can't be mad people boo you when you call them idiots. That is grade 1 stupidity.
And perhaps the least important point but worth mentioning, only heartbreaker in wrestling? Because I can think of another with whom you share initials. You want people to believe that is by coincidence, I will not as Americans say shade you on that, but do not attempt to plant a flag in something you did not start.
And lastly, because I tire of this talking already, I wish to impart to you a story about two young boys, Max and Moritz. Max and Moritz were two naughty little troublemakers ja always getting into the mischiefs and hurting people's chickens and messing about with their things. Until one day they messed about with the wrong people and they ended up birdseed. I was read this story when I was five and I have learned to know who to fight or not fight. You clearly are in need of a bedtime story as such.
Schmetterling takes off his trenchcoat in preparation to fight.
And my birds are in need of seed.
SM HEARTBREAKER AND QUESTION MARK VRAAG VS SCHMETTERLING AND WONDERWOLF
Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring - from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 215 pounds, SM HEARTBREAKER! And his opponent, from Mellrichstadt, Germany, weighing in at 219 pounds, SCHMETTERLIIIING!
Question Marks run around in the stadium in following light fashion, blinking orange and green. Question Mark Vraag stomps out to boos.
Ash: SM Heartbreaker's partner, from Nijmegen, Netherlands, weighing in at 207 pounds, Question Mark Vraag!
Arvin: New fit, new song, CN Starz really knows how to treat a man.
As the song hits "Singing I DON'T KNOW" Mark hits the turnbuckle three times with Question Mark fireworks coming out of the corners.
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 to a huge pop.
Ash: And Schmetterling's partner! From Amsterdam, the Netherlands, weighing in at 200 pounds, WONDERWOLF!
Kendra: The fans are on their feet for Wonderwolf, who's been tormented by Vraag for over a month I believe.
Colin: Multiple interweaving rivalries in this match and it's looking to be a barnburner.
Arvin: Does this mean that Schmetterling and SM are both going Dutch?
Colin: I suppose it does.
The light go out and a spotlight hits the center of the ring where Wonderwolf is started howling. The fans howl back.
The bell rings. Schmetterling starts and it looks like SM is going to have Mark start but remembers Schmetterling's castigation and starts as well.
Colin: You can see that Schmetterling's words rang in Heartbreaker's ears as they square off. Lock into a grapple, Schmetterling sees in the corner of his eye that Wonder wants to get in and battle, tossing SM to the turnbuckle and tags Wolf in, lifting SM on his shoulders, Wolf going up and a Doomsday Device style Headbutt! SM to his feet and Wolf with a quick punch combo.
Arvin: Of all the combinations in this match this is the only one to not have preset beef, but Wolf is more than happy to change that here and now. Adding some spinkicks into the combo and SM is having a tough time responding as he staggers back and Wolf pounces him to the ground.
Kendra: Looking to end this quick and easy, getting in that STF, he's gonna make SM Cry Wolf!
Colin: The strain is undeniable on the face of SM and it looks like he might give in...Mark with the springboard elbow to break the hold! Mark rolls out of the ring before Wolf can respond. SM going for the tag, Wolf pulls him back into a Kimura! He's got him in a Wolf Lock, and the Wolf Lock is on the move!
Kendra: Smart move by Wolf pulling SM away from the corner towards the center of the ring with that. Away from ropes, away from his partner, away from release...Mark trying to get into the ring and spear tackle by Schmetterling! Schmetterling and Mark battling on the outside!
Colin: Schmetterling with a Butterfly Powerbomb to Mark on the stairs and a second to boot! SM is going to have to fight this match by himself, a match he clearly wasn't prepared for as he tried to bounce after his tirade, and Heartbreaker goes down! Heartbreaker taps.
Arvin: Well if they didn't have beef before, they certainly have it now.
Wonderwolf wins by Submission!
Ash: Here are your winners, Wonderwolf and Schmetterling!!!
Wonderwolf lets out a howl and the fans howl back. Schmetterling preps himself as if ready to yeah his own name, and after a second lets out a howl as well!
Colin: Wonderwolf with a decisive victory, and Schmetterling clearly giving due where due belongs.
Kendra: He said himself, it's not about getting the glory or demanding the fans' love, it's about doing what's right.
Arvin: What did he actually do?
Colin: He neutralized Mark to allow that hold to set. It was the assist for an absolute masterclass in submission wrestling by the man they call Wonderwolf.
Arvin: Question's clearly pissed, and he's got Schmetterling's flame thrower! Oh, this could get ugly.
Kendra: Schmetterling kicks it out of the way and DUAL HEADBUTTS BY WONDERWOLF AND SCHMETTERLING! SCHMETTERLING REGAINS THE FLAMETHROWER! THE FANS ARE GOING WILD! WAIT...HE PASSES IT TO WONDERWOLF! WONDERWOLF SETS MARK ABLAZE! SCHMETTERLING HOWLS AS THIS IS HAPPENING!
Arvin: That's a brand new outfit!
Colin: It's back to the tailor for Mark Vraag as we're being told there's some chaos backstage unfolding.
The camera opens on a chaotic scene in the MAWL locker room. Wrestlers are trying to pack up after their matches, but there’s one problem—El Gallito Loco is absolutely losing his mind.
He’s bouncing from bench to bench like a hyperactive pinball, flapping his arms, his eyes wide like saucers. He lets out an ungodly rapid-fire string of "cock-a-doodle-doos" while shadowboxing at invisible opponents.
El Gallito Loco:
"WHO WANTS TO FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW?! I CAN HEAR COLORS! I CAN SEE THE MUSIC! I AM—EL GALLO SUPREMO!"
He attempts to do a backflip off a locker and completely misses, landing in a heap. He immediately springs up, unfazed.
El Gallito Loco:
"I’M FINE! NEVER FELT BETTER! I HAVEN’T BLINKED IN 37 MINUTES!"
The camera cuts to Tortuga de Acero, arms crossed, shaking his head as he watches his partner spiral further into chaos.
Tortuga de Acero:
"How many of those Hope Spot Serums did you drink?"
El Gallito Loco stops mid-cartwheel, wobbles slightly, and stares directly into the camera like he’s about to drop an ancient prophecy.
El Gallito Loco:
"…I lost count after eight."
Suddenly, he gasps and grabs Tortuga by the shoulders, shaking him.
El Gallito Loco:
"TORTUGA. I CAN HEAR THE FUTURE. IT’S YELLING AT ME."
Tortuga de Acero:
"Yeah, that’s just your heart screaming for help."
Kendra Mavis:
"Should we… do something?"
Colin McRae:
"Nah. Let’s see how long he can keep this up before he crashes."
El Gallito Loco is now standing perfectly still in the middle of the room, twitching slightly. The veins in his forehead are bulging. He is vibrating with unspent energy.
El Gallito Loco:
"I have unlocked… the secrets… of the universe…"
He then lets out a deafening “COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOO” and sprints full speed out of the locker room, shoulder-checking a vending machine on the way out and knocking himself unconscious.
Tortuga de Acero:
"There it is."
Narrator (dramatic voice-over):
"The Plague Doctor’s Hope Spot Serum: Available now at MAWL concession stands. Just… maybe don’t drink eight."
Leila Blake sits with the hooded woman from earlier. Leila has a cup of whiskey on the rocks on her desk.
Leila: We hired you to do a job.
Leila takes a sip and a deep breath.
Leila: Which you did. But you did so much more, and showed immense tenacity in doing so. Not only in truly making Rade look human, but also in standing up for your fellow superstars against Kruel's absolute ruination of poor Charlotte's debut match without knowing them or missing a beat.
Leila pushes forward an envelope.
Leila: Now, I don't use my words incorrectly. I said your fellow superstars.
Leila pushes forward a contract and pen. The hand reaches out to sign the contract, and starts to lower the hood. But before we see who's behind the hood or the name on the dotted line-
Colin: I guess we'll need to find out next week who was behind the hood but it's already exciting.
Kendra: Also, everyone should take the lesson to be careful on those Hope Serums.
Arvin (quickly pocketing two empty bottles as he drinks from a third): But they taste so vermillion.
Kendra: You sure that's not blood bud?
Arvin: No, blood tastes distinctly crimson, there's shades to colors, Kendra.
Colin: It's good we only have one match left, Arvin may need medical attention soon. Ash?
MANIA TITLE MATCH
SPEARHEAD SARAH SHARP (C) VS BALOR WOLFE
Ash: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT! It is scheduled for one fall and is for the MAAAAANIA TIIIIITLE!
📢 [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.)
📢 Ring Announcer:
from Sydney, Australia... weighing in at 230 pounds...
THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS... BALOR WOLFE!!"
🎵 "Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As the bass kicks in, Balor’s fingers twitch. Then—suddenly—he lifts his head, his piercing gaze visible beneath the mask. The camera zooms in, the eerie calm before the storm.)
🎵 "And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet..."
💥 (SYNC MOMENT: The beat drops—Balor rises, peeling off his mask in one fluid motion, revealing platinum blonde hair and lip rings that gleam under the lights. The crowd erupts as he tosses the mask aside, rolling his shoulders, his presence magnetic.)
🎵 "Now dance, fucker, dance—man, he never had a chance!"
🔥 (The first chorus hits, and Balor begins his descent down the ramp, his steps deliberate, oozing confidence. The crowd claps in rhythm, some chanting along to the lyrics, their energy feeding into his aura.)
🎵 "You're gonna go far, kid!"
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor stops mid-ramp, staring down the ring. He runs a hand through his hair, exhales sharply, then suddenly sprints forward, eyes locked in.)
🎵 "With a thousand lies and a good disguise..."
🔥 (He leaps onto the apron in a single bound, gripping the ropes as he surveys the crowd.)
🎵 "Hit 'em right between the eyes..."
💥 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor springboards clean over the top rope, landing effortlessly in the center of the ring.)
🎵 "When you walk away, nothing more to say..."
🔥 (As the second verse begins, Balor ascends the turnbuckle, standing tall, arms outstretched. His eyes close, absorbing the energy of the moment.)
📢 (Then—just as the second "You're gonna go far, kid!" hits—the music CUTS. The arena is plunged into silence.)
⏳ For a moment, nothing. Then—
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: The crowd takes over, roaring the chorus in unison.)
🎵 "With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor stays frozen, unmoving at the top turnbuckle, absorbing the deafening energy of the crowd.)
(Finally, he drops down, pacing toward the center of the ring, his smirk just barely visible.)
📢 The lights flicker back to normal—Balor remains still, his focus razor-sharp.
📢 Ash: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the MAWL Mania Championship!
Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 230 pounds... He is the Champion of the Gods... BALOR WOLFE!
The lights dim a bit, and a video shows around the arena of what appears to be a chorus of schoolgirls chanting "Not a crime if you don't get caught" as green smoke surrounds the door and a silhouette of a woman standing confident, with a big plume of hair creating a pin-up atmosphere.
"Don't Call the Cops if you can't handle it!" Sarah Sharp pounds her title and the lights flash bright white showing her around the smoke, for just a moment before they go out.
"Don't be a drag you know they're not your friend." She pounds the title again and the lights flash white.
"You act like it's a little illegal to be a little sad." Sarah walks down the ramp, head high and title on her shoulder, soaking in the adulation.
Ash: And his opponent... from Braintree, Vermont! (crowd erupts) She is the reigning, defending MAWL Mania Champion... SPEARHEAD SARAH SHARP!"
The bell rings.
Colin McRae: “And here we go! The MAWL Mania crowd is electric for this one, the hometown champion, Spearhead Sarah Sharp, defending against the always-dangerous Balor Wolfe.”
Kendra Mavis: “You can hear it, Colin! A rare split crowd here tonight. Half the fans are behind Sarah, but Balor’s got his own diehards, too.”
Arvin Wallace: “Yeah, because these people don’t appreciate a true champion. Sarah Sharp’s carried MAWL on her back, and this is the respect she gets?”
Sarah and Balor step toward the center, locking eyes before raising their hands for a Test of Strength. They lace their fingers together, pushing against each other, muscles straining.
Colin McRae: “Classic power struggle here! Who’s gonna take control?”
Balor leans in, teeth gritted, pushing Sarah backward. She fights it, trying to shift her weight, but Balor overpowers her, forcing her down to a knee.
Kendra Mavis: “Wolfe’s got the leverage! Sarah’s fighting, but—there it is! Balor takes control!”
With a final push, Balor forces Sarah down completely. She growls in frustration before quickly rolling backward, slipping out of the ring under the bottom rope. The crowd reacts as Sarah throws her hands up and paces around ringside, shaking out her arms.
Arvin Wallace: “Smart move! She’s the champ, she doesn’t have to play Balor’s game.”
The referee starts the count.
Colin McRae: “Sarah Sharp taking a breather, but the ref is counting!”
Inside the ring, Balor leans against the opposite ropes, watching as the referee’s count reaches four. Sarah rolls her neck, taking her time.
Kendra Mavis: “She’s gotta be careful, though. She’s only got until ten.”
At six, Sarah suddenly rolls under the bottom rope—then immediately rolls right back out as Balor takes a step forward. The crowd boos as she smirks, shaking her head.
Arvin Wallace: “That’s why she’s the champ! She’s playing chess while Balor’s playing checkers.”
The referee steps in front of Balor, holding up a hand to keep him back before restarting the count. Sarah paces, jawing at a few fans at ringside, one of whom is proudly wearing an Alastor shirt. She stops in front of them, pointing and yelling.
Sarah Sharp: “You got the wrong guy, sweetheart! He ain’t here to save you!”
Colin McRae: “Uh-oh. Sarah’s getting a little too distracted out there.”
Before she can turn around—BAM! Balor Wolfe comes flying in from the opposite side of the ring, sprinting around the outside and drilling her with a massive clothesline! Sarah’s body flips backward, crashing onto the floor.
Kendra Mavis: “OHHH! What a clothesline!”
Arvin Wallace: “Are you kidding me?! He blindsided her! Disqualify him!”
Balor stands tall, shaking out his arm, then turns to the fan Sarah had been yelling at. He grins and offers a high-five, which the fan eagerly slaps.
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe just made a fan for life!”
The crowd roars as Balor grabs Sarah by the arm and hauls her up, rolling her under the bottom rope. He follows her inside and pops to his feet, stalking her as she groggily pushes up to her knees.
Kendra Mavis: “Sarah’s in trouble—Balor’s lining her up!”
As Sarah stumbles to her feet, Balor explodes forward—DISCUS LARIAT! She’s turned inside out, her body flipping over from the impact. The crowd pops as Balor wastes no time, hauling her up again. He muscles her onto his shoulders before launching her across the ring with a FALLAWAY SLAM! Sarah bounces off the canvas, rolling toward the ropes.
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe is rolling! That Discus Lariat nearly decapitated the champ, and the Fallaway Slam sent her flying!”
Kendra Mavis: “Sarah’s gotta regroup, fast!”
Arvin Wallace: “She will! This is why she’s the champ—she’s taken worse and still walked out with that title!”
Balor stands tall, shaking his head with a smirk as Sarah clutches the ropes, her face twisted in frustration. The crowd is firmly in this one as the match rages on…
Balor stays on the attack, his eyes locked on Sarah as she uses the ropes to pull herself up.
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe has had an answer for everything so far! The challenger is controlling the pace here, and the champ is in trouble.”
Sarah stumbles forward—and Balor catches her! He hoists her into the air before planting her into the mat with a massive SPINEBUSTER! The ring shakes as the crowd erupts.
Kendra Mavis: “Huge Spinebuster! Wolfe is feeling it!”
Arvin Wallace: “Somebody stop this man! That’s our champion he’s tossing around like a sack of potatoes!”
Balor doesn’t let up. He backs into the ropes, building momentum before charging forward—RUNNING BIG BOOT! His boot smacks off Sarah’s jaw, sending her rolling to the apron. The fans cheer as Balor pounds his chest, soaking in the energy.
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe is on fire right now! Sarah Sharp can’t get out of the gates!”
Balor walks over, grabbing Sarah by the hair and dragging her up. He pulls her in, muscles her up, and spins—SNAP POWERSLAM! He hooks a leg!
ONE!
TWO—
SARAH KICKS OUT!
Kendra Mavis: “She’s still in this, but she’s gotta turn this around soon!”
Balor nods, unfazed, as he stands. He pulls Sarah up once more, grabbing her wrist and whipping her hard toward the corner—BUT SARAH REVERSES! Balor gets sent into the corner instead!
Colin McRae: “Whoa! Sharp counters!”
Balor manages to stop himself just before colliding with the referee. The official flinches, bracing for impact, but Balor holds up his hands, avoiding contact.
Kendra Mavis: “That could’ve been disastrous!”
Balor exhales and turns—BUT SARAH RAKES HIS EYES!
Colin McRae: “OH, COME ON! The ref didn’t see it!”
Arvin Wallace: “And that’s why she’s champion! Brilliant strategy!”
Balor stumbles backward, clutching his face, blinded. Sarah shakes the cobwebs out, then charges in, hooking him up—ALABAMA SLAM! Balor’s back smacks the mat, and the momentum shifts in an instant.
Kendra Mavis: “Just like that, Sarah Sharp takes control!”
Balor groans, arching his back in pain, but Sarah isn’t done. She yanks him up by the hair and grabs his wrist, twisting it before yanking him in—HEADLOCK DRIVER! Balor’s skull spikes into the mat, and the crowd groans at the impact.
Colin McRae: “That was brutal! Balor might be in serious trouble now.”
Arvin Wallace: “That’s right! Keep it up, Sarah! Tear him apart!”
Sarah glares down at Balor, breathing heavy, the frustration from earlier now replaced with a wicked smirk. She stands over him, hands on her hips, shaking her head before planting a boot on his chest for a mock cover.
ONE—
TWO—
BALOR KICKS OUT WITH FORCE!
Colin McRae: “That was disrespectful, but Balor Wolfe still has plenty of fight left!”
Sarah scoffs, backing up and cracking her neck as she watches Balor struggle to get up, the crowd buzzing as she prepares her next attack…
Colin McRae: “Sarah Sharp took control with some underhanded tactics, but now the match is heating up! Both champion and challenger are throwing bombs!”
Sarah paces around Balor, her confidence restored as she yanks him up by the wrist. She smirks before yanking him into position—SIDEWALK SLAM! Balor crashes into the mat as Sarah hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO—
BALOR KICKS OUT!
Kendra Mavis: “Sharp staying on the attack, but Wolfe is still in this!”
Sarah doesn’t waste time. She pulls Balor up again, but this time, Balor shoves her away! She stumbles back—AND BALOR EXPLODES WITH A SAITO SUPLEX! Sarah’s body flips over as she crashes hard into the mat!
Colin McRae: “Saito Suplex! Balor Wolfe showing off his power!”
Arvin Wallace: “Yeah, yeah, but can he keep it up? Sarah Sharp isn’t just some random scrub!”
Balor stalks Sarah, waiting for her to rise. He moves in, grabbing her by the waist—but SARAH SWINGS HER ELBOW INTO HIS TEMPLE! Balor stumbles, and Sarah quickly lifts him—SHOULDERBREAKER! Balor drops to a knee, clutching his arm.
Kendra Mavis: “Oof! That’ll mess up your shoulder in a hurry!”
Sarah takes a step back, measuring her opponent—she lunges for a Lariat—BUT BALOR DUCKS! He hooks her up—PUMPHANDLE DRIVER! Sarah’s head spikes into the mat!
Colin McRae: “Pumphandle Driver! Balor Wolfe just drilled the champion!”
Balor shakes out his arm before standing. He goes to pull Sarah up—but SARAH GRABS HIS HAND AND BITES HIS FINGERS! The ref warns her, but she releases just before the five-count. Balor shakes out his hand in pain—AND SARAH TAKES ADVANTAGE WITH A FISHERMAN SUPLEX! She bridges into a pin!
ONE!
TWO—
BALOR POWERS OUT!
Arvin Wallace: “See?! That’s why Sarah Sharp is champ! She does whatever it takes to win!”
Colin McRae: “Oh please! That was blatant cheating!”
Sarah grits her teeth and pulls Balor up, locking him in for a second one—but BALOR POWERS OUT! He spins her around, wrapping his arms around her waist—OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Sarah soars across the ring before landing with a loud thud!
Kendra Mavis: “These two are just throwing each other like rag dolls!”
Balor breathes heavy, pushing himself up as Sarah crawls to the ropes. She shakes her head, using them for support as Balor storms forward—but she reaches out and rakes his face again! Balor stumbles, and Sarah hoists him onto her shoulders—TKO! Balor bounces off the mat as Sarah quickly scrambles into a cover!
ONE!
TWO—
BALOR KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Colin McRae: “Sarah is trying everything to put Balor Wolfe away!”
Sarah slaps the mat in frustration. She gets to her feet and grabs Balor’s wrist, looking for an Irish Whip—but BALOR REVERSES! He yanks her in and hauls her up—DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX! Sarah lands high on her shoulders!
Kendra Mavis: “Deadlift German! Balor is still in this!”
**Both wrestlers are down, gasping for air as the crowd roars in appreciation. The energy is electric as they slowly rise, glaring at each other. Balor moves first, lunging forward—BUT SARAH DUCKS AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR A SPINEBUSTER—BALOR COUNTERS, PUSHING OFF HER SHOULDERS!
Colin McRae: “What a counter! Both superstars thinking two steps ahead!”
Balor lands on his feet and immediately fires a Clothesline—BUT SARAH DUCKS UNDER! She spins—AND BALOR EXPLODES WITH A SECOND LARIAT, SENDING BOTH HIM AND SARAH OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Kendra Mavis: “OH MY GOD! They’re both down on the outside!”
Arvin Wallace: “Somebody check on the champion!”
Both competitors crash to the floor outside, the referee beginning his count as the fans chant, split between the two warriors.
Colin McRae: “Who’s gonna get up first? Who’s gonna take control? The MAWL Mania main event is reaching its breaking point!”
Colin McRae: “Both champion and challenger are down on the outside after that brutal clothesline! But now they’re stirring—this fight is far from over!”
Balor and Sarah drag themselves up using the barricade, and the moment they lock eyes, it’s on. Sarah throws a stiff right hand—Balor fires back with one of his own. The crowd erupts as the two trade punches, neither backing down.
Kendra Mavis: “Oh, here we go! They’re just slugging it out now!”
Sarah lands a knee to the gut, but Balor shoves her off and fires a stiff forearm! Sarah staggers, but she comes right back with a big elbow! Balor takes the hit, shakes it off—AND BLASTS SARAH WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
Colin McRae: “ROUNDHOUSE FROM WOLFE! SHARP MIGHT BE OUT ON HER FEET!”
Sarah stumbles, eyes unfocused, but Balor’s momentum nearly carries him straight into the referee, who has leaned through the ropes to check on the action. Balor stops himself just in time, narrowly avoiding another near-collision.
Arvin Wallace: “That ref’s gotta back off! She almost got her head kicked into the third row!”
As the ref turns away for a brief moment to steady herself, Sarah sees her opening. She lunges forward—AND DRIVES HER KNEE STRAIGHT BETWEEN BALOR'S LEGS!
Kendra Mavis: “OH, COME ON! LOW BLOW!”
Colin McRae: “The ref didn’t see it! Balor Wolfe just got robbed!”
Balor crumples to his knees, agony written all over his face, while Sarah wastes no time rolling back into the ring. She stumbles to her feet and immediately yells at the referee.
Sarah Sharp: “COUNT HIM OUT! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!”
The ref hesitates, but with Balor still down outside, she starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Colin McRae: “Not like this… come on, Balor, get up!”
FOUR!
FIVE!
Balor clutches the apron, his face still twisted in pain. Sarah paces in the ring, growing more impatient by the second.
SIX!
SEVEN!
He pulls himself up, gripping the apron with both hands. Sarah shakes her head, mouthing, “No way.”
EIGHT!
NINE—BALOR DIVES INTO THE RING!
Kendra Mavis: “HE’S BACK IN! BALOR WOLFE IS STILL IN THIS!”
Sarah loses it, screaming at the referee before turning her fury on Balor. She stomps down on his back, on his ribs, on his legs—vicious kicks, one after another.
Arvin Wallace: “She’s unloading on him! That’s what a champion does—stay on your opponent!”
Sarah shoves Balor’s head down with her boot, berating him as she lines up for another kick. She swings—BUT BALOR CATCHES HER LEG!
Colin McRae: “Wait a second—BALOR’S GOT HER!”
Balor yanks her leg forward, sending her crashing onto her stomach. Before she can react, he hooks her legs—AND LOCKS IN THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!
Kendra Mavis: “TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! BALOR WOLFE JUST TRAPPED THE CHAMPION!”
Sarah thrashes, screaming in frustration as Balor wrenches back, torqueing the hold. The crowd is electric, half of them cheering, half of them screaming for Sarah to escape. She claws at the mat, struggling to break free as Balor leans back even further!
Colin McRae: “Sarah Sharp is in real trouble! Can she find a way out, or is Balor Wolfe about to make her tap?!”
The champion is desperate, her face twisted in pain as she scratches and claws at the canvas, trying to drag herself toward the ropes—
Colin McRae: “Sarah Sharp is in serious trouble! She’s crawling—desperately reaching for the ropes—she’s almost there!”
Sarah’s fingertips graze the bottom rope. The crowd is on edge, half of them willing her to escape, half of them hoping Balor makes her tap. But before she can grab hold, Balor digs his heels in and drags her right back to the center of the ring!
Kendra Mavis: “NO WAY! BALOR JUST RIPPED HER FROM THE ROPES! THIS MIGHT BE IT!”
Sarah lets out a furious scream, her body twisting in agony. Desperate, she flails her arms—then suddenly grabs hold of the referee’s shirt! Before Balor realizes what’s happening, Sarah pushes off the ref, using the momentum to flip forward—AND SENDS BALOR FACE-FIRST INTO THE ROPES!
Arvin Wallace: “GENIUS! That’s why she’s the champ!”
Colin McRae: “That was outright dirty!”
Balor stumbles back, clutching his throat as he gasps for air—but Sarah is already on the move. She lunges forward, throwing her entire body weight forward—AND DRILLS HIM WITH SPEARHEAD!
Kendra Mavis: “SPEARHEAD! SARAH JUST CUT HIM IN HALF!”
Colin McRae: “That’s it! Still champion? NO—WAIT—BALOR KICKED OUT!”
The moment the ref’s hand slaps the mat for two, Balor launches his shoulder off the canvas. Sarah is sent backward onto her knees, her face twisting in disbelief. She slaps the mat, furious, and immediately gets in the referee’s face.
Sarah Sharp: “THAT WAS THREE! COUNT FASTER!”
She pounds her fist into her palm, her rage boiling over. The Braintree crowd is on its feet, some chanting for their hometown champion, others chanting for Balor. She turns back around, ready to finish the job—
—BUT BALOR IS ALREADY MOVING.
Colin McRae: “WAIT—WATCH OUT—”
Balor Wolfe is on all fours, his body low to the ground, eyes locked on Sarah like a predator stalking its prey. The second she turns—BALOR EXPLODES UPWARD!
DIVINE FALL!
Kendra Mavis: “DIVINE FALL! OUT OF NOWHERE!”
Sarah’s head bounces off the mat as Balor hooks both legs deep—
ONE!
TWO!—SARAH’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!
Colin McRae: “SHE GOT TO THE ROPES! OH MY GOD, THIS MATCH IS STILL GOING!”
Balor sits up, eyes wide, staring at the referee who frantically points to Sarah’s foot resting on the bottom rope. He runs a hand through his platinum blonde hair, exhaling hard. The crowd is losing it as both wrestlers lay exhausted on the mat.
Arvin Wallace: “This is insane. What’s it gonna take to end this one?”
Balor shakes his head, slowly rising to his feet as Sarah groggily tries to push herself up. Both are worn down, but this war is far from over.
Colin McRae: "What a battle this has been! Both competitors are running on fumes, but neither one is giving an inch!"
Balor Wolfe pulls himself up, shaking off the frustration from Sarah’s foot saving her moments ago. He reaches down, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her back to her feet—
—BUT SARAH COUNTERS!
Kendra Mavis: “Wait—she’s going for the SHARPSHOOTER!”
The crowd erupts as Sarah twists Balor’s legs, stepping over him to lock in her signature hold! Balor grits his teeth, shaking his head as Sarah tries to sit deep into the submission—
—BUT BALOR WON’T LET HER!
He powers through, using his upper body strength to kick her off before she can fully sit back! Sarah stumbles forward, bouncing chest-first into the ropes—
Colin McRae: “Balor just powered out! And Sarah’s in trouble—”
SHE TURNS AROUND—
—STRAIGHT INTO A RADIO WAVE CHOKESLAM!
Balor’s hand wraps around her throat, lifting her high into the air before twisting her mid-air and DRIVING her into the canvas with a brutal impact!
Arvin Wallace: “OH, WHAT A CHOKESLAM! That just sent shockwaves through her spine!”
Sarah’s body jolts on impact, her head snapping back against the mat. The crowd is going wild as Balor wastes no time, stalking his prey, eyes locked on her crumpled form. He takes a step back, lowering his stance—
Colin McRae: “He’s setting up! We know what’s coming next!”
Balor explodes forward—HEART OF THE WOLFE SPEAR!
Kendra Mavis: “HE GOT ALL OF IT! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!”
Sarah is nearly cut in half as Balor drives his shoulder through her ribs, slamming her into the mat with force! The impact echoes through the arena as Balor pops up to his feet, adrenaline surging through his veins.
The crowd roars as Balor spreads his arms wide, turning to face them. He slowly brings his hands together above his head, pressing his palms together in a sharp, deliberate motion. Then, with eerie calm, he lays the side of his face against his hands—holding the Lights Out pose.
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe is calling his shot! He’s about to put this match to sleep!”
But while Balor basks in the energy of the crowd, Sarah slowly stirs on the mat, reaching up to adjust her beehive updo—except, her fingers aren’t just fixing her hair.
Arvin Wallace: “Wait a minute—what is she doing?”
Sarah plays with her hair for just a second too long, and the camera catches a quick glint of metal—
Colin McRae: “Oh, come on! She’s got the BRASS KNUCKLES!”
Before anyone can react, chaos erupts at ringside—
Kendra Mavis: “HEY—WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!”
JP Spears comes sprinting down the ramp! The crowd erupts into boos as security immediately intercepts him, grabbing him just before he can slide into the ring. But the distraction is perfectly timed—both Balor AND the referee are drawn toward the commotion.
Colin McRae: “JP Spears is out here causing a damn scene—WAIT, WATCH OUT!”
Balor turns back toward Sarah—
—AND SHE DRIVES THE BRASS KNUCKLES INTO HIS JAW!
Kendra Mavis: “NO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
Balor’s head SNAPS to the side as he crumples to the mat, completely dazed. Sarah doesn’t waste a second—she quickly tosses the knuckles out of the ring before grabbing the ref’s attention.
Arvin Wallace: “Beautiful! Absolutely brilliant!”
Sarah dives onto Balor, hooking both legs as the ref drops down—
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Colin McRae: “SHE STOLE IT! SARAH SHARP JUST STOLE THIS MATCH!”
The bell rings as Sarah immediately rolls out of the ring, clutching her ribs. She doesn’t wait for the referee to raise her hand—she snatches the MAWL World Championship and takes off up the ramp, grinning from ear to ear.
Kendra Mavis: “That’s disgusting. She knew she was about to lose, and she pulled the dirtiest trick in the book!”
Arvin Wallace: “That’s called doing what it takes! And now, she’s still YOUR MAWL World Champion!”
Sarah stands at the top of the ramp, holding the title high as the crowd erupts in a deafening mix of cheers and boos. Meanwhile, Balor is still down in the ring, holding his jaw in frustration, his eyes filled with fury as he realizes what just happened.
Colin McRae: “Balor Wolfe had this match won. But in the end, the champion’s tricks keep the gold around her waist.”
Sarah Sharp’s music blares through the arena as she stands at the top of the ramp, clutching the MAWL World Championship to her chest. The grin on her face is smug, dripping with satisfaction as she watches the chaos unfold in the ring.
Inside the squared circle, Balor Wolfe slowly pushes himself up to his feet. His chest rises and falls, his jaw still aching from the brass knuckles shot that cost him the match. But it’s not just frustration in his eyes—it’s fury. A rage that’s been seen before, one that turns Balor Wolfe into something far more dangerous.
Colin McRae: “Oh…oh no. I know that look. That’s the look that means somebody’s about to get hurt.”
His head snaps toward the ringside area, locking onto JP Spears—the man who caused the distraction. JP barely has time to react before Balor explodes out of the ring, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him up onto the apron like a predator toying with its prey.
Kendra Mavis: “JP Spears is about to REGRET tonight!”
Balor yanks JP through the ropes and into the ring, the fury radiating off him in waves. He doesn’t hesitate—
—JP IS HOISTED INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY!
The crowd is on its feet as Balor adjusts his grip—
—AND THEN DROPS JP INTO A BRUTAL LIGHTS OUT!
JP crashes to the mat, his head snapping back violently from the impact of Balor’s knee! He’s OUT COLD.
Arvin Wallace: “Oh my god! He just put JP to sleep!”
But Balor isn’t finished. His breathing is ragged, his fists clenched at his sides. The officials and security at ringside rush in, trying to contain the situation, but the second one of them lays a hand on Balor’s shoulder—
—DIVINE FALL!
The security guard’s body bounces off the canvas as the crowd erupts! Another officer steps forward—
—DIVINE FALL AGAIN!
One by one, every single security member that tries to intervene is immediately dropped with a devastating Divine Fall! Balor is completely unhinged, his chest heaving, his platinum blonde hair wild, his body radiating rage.
Colin McRae: “He’s snapping! Balor Wolfe is destroying anyone who tries to stop him!”
Kendra Mavis: “This is absolute carnage! And look at Sarah—she’s loving this!”
Sarah Sharp is still on the stage, clutching her title, watching the destruction unfold with a wicked grin. She raises the MAWL World Championship high above her head, relishing in the chaos she’s created.
Back in the ring, Balor stands among the wreckage, his breath ragged, his body tense—
—until a blur of movement comes sprinting down the ramp.
EROS!
The crowd roars as Eros slides into the ring, moving straight toward Balor!
Colin McRae: “Thank god—Eros is here! Maybe he can get through to Balor!”
Balor turns, still shaking with rage, his body tensed like a caged animal ready to pounce. But Eros doesn’t hesitate. He grabs Balor’s head, pulling him against his chest in a firm hold.
Kendra Mavis: “Look at this…Eros isn’t fighting him. He’s trying to calm him.”
The crowd noise simmers as Balor’s breathing slows, his fists twitching at his sides. For a moment, it looks like he might shove Eros away—but Eros holds firm, whispering something only Balor can hear.
Finally…Balor’s muscles unclench. His fists lower. The rage in his eyes dims, but only slightly.
The final shot of the night is Sarah Sharp standing tall at the top of the ramp, holding her championship high as she smirks, her eyes locked on the ring. She knows she won tonight—
—but she also knows she just unleashed something in Balor Wolfe.
FADE TO BLACK.
A crackle of static followed by an alarm tone and then more static blares through as the scene abruptly cuts to a darkened conference room. A long, imposing table stretches across the frame, four empty chairs positioned neatly around it.
At the head of the table, a massive figure sits, his silhouette looming in the shadows. His presence is undeniable, his identity unknown. The dim overhead light barely illuminates the room, casting just enough glow to reveal his large frame, but not his face. His voice, deep and unwavering, breaks the silence.
???: "This… is not a test."
A long silence follows. The weight of the words lingers in the still air, pressing down like an unseen force. Then a patterned, deliberate tap of fingers against the table. Calm. Controlled. Inevitable.
???: "MAWL… is not ready. Not for what’s coming. Not for the shift that has already begun."
Another tap. Methodical. Like a countdown only one person knows is ticking away.
???: "For too long, MAWL has moved forward under the illusion that it controls its own destiny. That its champions, its so-called icons, dictate the future. That changes now. Because when a force moves with enough power, with enough precision, nothing can stop it. Not history. Not legacy. Not reputation. They don’t see the ground shifting beneath them. They don’t hear the cracks forming in the foundation they thought was unbreakable. The moment they realize it… will be the moment it’s too late."
The fingers tap again. Slower this time. A moment of eerie stillness follows before the voice continues, unwavering.
???: "Change is not coming. It is already here. It does not wait for permission. It does not announce itself with grand proclamations or desperate warnings. It is patient. It watches. It allows you to believe, for just a little longer, that things are as they were. And then? It strikes. And when it does, nothing, will ever be the same again."
The figure leans forward slightly, his shadow stretching across the table.
???: ""There is no negotiation. No compromise. No room for resistance. We are already here. We do not wait for permission, nor do we seek validation. We move in silence, unseen but undeniable, coiled and ready to strike the moment the time is right. We do not waste words or make empty threats, we do not need to. Because when we move, when we unleash what has already been set in motion, MAWL will not recognize itself. Everything you thought was unshakable will crumble, and what rises in its place will be something… far beyond your control."
A long pause. The silence speaks as loud as his words.
???: "This is not a warning. It is not a promise. It is a reality that has already begun."
One final tap against the table. The screen flickers. Static. Then a single symbol dominates the view as a series of tones play out mimicking the rhythmic taps.
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