MARCH 21, 2025

MANSFIELD STADIUM

BANGOR, MAINE

 

 

Fireworks go off as Muse "Madness"  plays through the arena and the crowd pops off.

 

 

Colin (VO): Here in Maine, in the Stadium that Stephen King built, as we're about one sleep from Boston and Spring Sting, and the crowd is truly magnetic. I'm Colin McRae.

 

 

Colin: I am here with my colleagues Kendra Mavis and Arvin Wallace-Jones, and we are barreling towards Spring Sting with the force of a rabid dog smelling blood. I'm pretty curious what's going to happen with the Mania Title Match that was scheduled, as Balor Wolfe's earned title shot ended in disappointment and disarray last week. 

 

 

Arvin: It ended exactly as I thought it was going to end on both counts - Sarah Sharp deftly discarding of the hothead Balor Wolfe to retain her title, and Balor Wolfe throwing a childish temper tantrum and decimating poor JP Spears who just wanted to step in and support his woman.

 

 

Kendra: If you call "deftly discarding" using that hair to hide brass knuckles and cheap shotting a man who up until that moment had your number, then sure.

 

Arvin: Look, if you got it, use it. And big hair hiding weapons is all the rage in wrestling these days, not to mention it's damn sexy. Style and substance, Paul Hollywood would approve. 

 

 

Cosmorat "Backseat Baby" plays as the video of the kids' chorus singing "Not a Crime if you don't get caught."

 

Colin: I know someone who would agree with you.

 

Kendra: And that theme song now going from something fun to almost a taunt at Balor Wolfe. 

 

 

The camera zooms in on the MAWL ring, where Sarah Sharp stands, holding her MAWL Mania Championship high in the air. The arena is filled with loud boos, but Sarah doesn’t seem to mind. The grin on her face is unmistakable, a mix of pride and defiance. She soaks in the atmosphere as she paces around the ring, the crowd’s boos only fueling her arrogance.

 

Colin McRae (voiceover):
"What an incredible night it was last week here in MAWL... but let’s take a moment to revisit the chaos that unfolded during Sarah Sharp’s World Championship defense against Balor Wolfe."

 

The camera cuts to the replay from last week. It shows Sarah Sharp locking eyes with Balor Wolfe as the two exchange brutal blows. The replay fast-forwards to the moment when Sarah sneaks in the brass knuckles, using them to strike Balor behind the referee’s back. The camera catches the exact moment of the pinfall, and Sarah standing tall with the title in hand.

 

Colin McRae (voiceover):
"A controversial win for Sarah Sharp, one that led to an outburst from Balor Wolfe. He didn’t take too kindly to losing the way he did, and it sent him into a fit of rage that left MAWL security in shambles. But it was Eros who was able to calm him down before things got out of hand..."

 

The replay continues, showing Balor snapping, dragging JP Spears into the ring, and delivering a brutal Lights Out. Security rushes in but is quickly decimated by Balor’s Divine Falls. Finally, Eros enters the scene, helping to restrain Balor and prevent more damage.

 

Colin McRae (voiceover):
"But in the end, Sarah Sharp stood tall, title in hand, while chaos reigned... And now, she’s here tonight to speak her mind."

 

As the replay ends, the camera cuts back to Sarah in the ring, still grinning smugly as she raises the MAWL Mania Championship once more, her voice dripping with confidence.

 

Sarah Sharp:
"What can I say? I told you all this wasn’t going to be easy for Balor. But I outsmarted him—again."

 

The crowd boos, and Sarah chuckles, shaking her head as if the reaction is nothing more than an annoyance.

 

Sarah Sharp:
"Oh, please. Let’s be real here, folks. I did what I had to do to keep this beautiful title around my waist. You all know it, deep down. I’m smarter, I’m faster, and more importantly, I’m the champion."

 

The boos intensify, but Sarah doesn’t flinch. She paces the ring, throwing the title over her shoulder.

 

Sarah Sharp:
"You know, after everything I’ve accomplished, I decided to reward myself with something special. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? A little gift for all my hard work... so I bought myself a brand new, high-class sports car. The car. The kind of car that says, ‘I made it. I’m at the top.’"

 

She smirks and turns to the titantron. The screen flashes with a shot of Sarah’s new car—a sleek, high-end sports car, shiny and impressive, the epitome of luxury. The crowd boos even louder, clearly irked by Sarah’s smug attitude.

 

Sarah Sharp:
"Oh, don’t be so jealous. You could never understand the joy of owning something like this. But hey, it’s okay to dream."

 

She turns back to the crowd, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

 

Sarah Sharp:
"Now, let’s get back to the real reason we’re all here. I beat Balor Wolfe. I ruined him. And the best part? He still can’t get over it. But I’m still the champion. And nothing, absolutely nothing, is going to change that."

 

As she grins, the camera pans back to the titantron, where the shot of her car is shown once again. But suddenly, the screen cuts to static, and the roar of an engine fills the arena. A red, high-powered 4x4 vehicle with a rugged look speeds into view on the big screen, its headlights flashing. The crowd goes wild, sensing something is about to happen.

 

Sarah’s smile falters slightly as she turns to look at the screen, clearly intrigued but unsure.

 

Sarah Sharp (mockingly):
"What’s this? More surprises for me? Honestly, don’t waste my time."

 

The red 4x4 pulls up into the arena entrance, and the crowd’s energy shifts to a fever pitch. Who is driving? The lights flash brighter, and Sarah's attitude starts to shift as she sees the truck getting closer to the ring.

 

Sarah Sharp:
"Wait a second... who—"

 

The camera zooms in on the truck as it screeches to a stop. The door opens, and the audience erupts. The real question isn’t who is driving, but what is going to happen next.

 

Sarah stands, stunned and unsure, her grin slowly fading.

 

The roar of the crowd reaches a deafening pitch as the red 4x4 pulls into the arena, its engine revving and headlights blazing. The vehicle stops at the entrance, and the door flies open. Out steps Balor Wolfe, to a massive eruption of cheers from the audience.

 

 

The camera pans out to reveal that he's not alone. Zagreus and The Edge Runners, Johnny and V, follow closely behind him.

 

 

Eros and Alastor step out from the front seats, all of them standing together in defiance.

 

 

Balor Wolfe, standing at the front of the group, grabs a mic and looks directly at the ring, where Sarah stands, seething with rage. The crowd chants Balor’s name in unison:

 

Crowd:
"Wolfe! Wolfe! Wolfe!"

 

Balor Wolfe (with a smirk):
"You thought we were bad before. You thought the chaos rained down on this company before... Well, guess what? It was just the beginning. I’ve fought for everything in my career, and I’ve had enough of this. After last week’s... ‘controversy,’ I went straight to the CEO, and guess what? I haven’t gotten my Hell in a Cell match yet. But mark my words, I won’t stop making your life a living hell until I get it!"

 

The crowd roars in approval, and Balor raises his hands to the sky, letting the cheers wash over him.

 

Balor Wolfe (grinning):
"You wanted chaos? Well, Sarah, you got it. I’m going to make your life a living hell. But, oh... it won’t stop until I’m holding this."

 

He points to the MAWL Mania Championship in Sarah's grasp. Eros walks over to the red 4x4, popping the trunk open, and pulls out a baseball bat. He hands it to Balor, who takes it and looks at it with an eerie sense of satisfaction.

 

Balor turns to face Sarah, eyes narrowing as he holds the bat in his hands. Sarah, still in the ring, begins to scream for him to stop.

 

Sarah Sharp (yelling):
"No! Don't you dare! You’re insane!"

 

But Balor’s grin widens. Without hesitation, he takes a powerful swing with the bat, smashing it against the hood of Sarah’s shiny new sports car. The metal crumples under the force of the impact, and the crowd erupts in a frenzy, chanting his name louder than ever.

 

Crowd (chanting):
"Wolfe! Wolfe! Wolfe!"

 

Balor doesn't stop there. He continues to swing the bat, breaking the windows and demolishing the car with brutal precision. Sarah’s face twists in rage and disbelief as she watches the destruction unfold.

 

Her screams of frustration echo throughout the arena as her new car is reduced to a pile of scrap. Tears fill her eyes, her rage barely contained. She stands in the ring, seething with anger, as Balor smirks at the wreckage of her prized possession.

 

But then, just as Sarah is about to lash out, Alastor steps forward, a wicked grin on his face as he addresses Sarah with his usual calm yet sinister tone.

 

Alastor (mockingly):
"And here’s the funny part, my dear..."

 

The camera quickly cuts to a clock on the wall. The time reads over an hour ago, a shocking revelation to the audience.

 

The camera cuts back to Sarah in the ring, who is still seething as she watches Balor wreak havoc on her car. But suddenly, something strange happens. The cameraman behind Sarah starts to lower his camera, and the audience begins to murmur in confusion. The cameraman pulls off his shirt and hat—only to reveal that it's none other than Balor Wolfe himself!

 

The crowd explodes in shock and excitement as Balor grabs Sarah by the shoulders, lifting her effortlessly onto his shoulders. He’s about to deliver a devastating Lights Out, but Sarah squirms, escaping his grip and sliding off his shoulders. She dashes up the ramp, panic evident on her face as she scrambles to get away.

 

Sarah looks behind her, still in disbelief at what just happened, but she doesn’t stop running. The MAWL Mania Championship she clutches tightly in her hands is left behind in the ring. Balor walks over, picking it up with a smirk. He holds the title high for the crowd to see, his fans erupting in cheers.

 

Balor then turns his attention to Sarah, who is halfway up the ramp. He takes the title in his hand and, with a dramatic gesture, throws it toward her. The crowd’s energy shifts again as Sarah turns around, catching the title mid-air. She looks at Balor one last time before clutching the title close to her chest, her eyes filled with both fear and fury. As the crowd roars in approval, Sarah runs off, disappearing behind the curtain with the title in hand.

 

The camera pans out, showing the wreckage of Sarah's car in the background as the chaos continues to unfold, with Balor Wolfe standing tall in the center of the ring, a grin on his face as the crowd chants his name.

 

Crowd:
"Wolfe! Wolfe! Wolfe!"

 

The screen fades to black, leaving the question of what will happen next between these two titans of MAWL still lingering in the air.

 

Colin (VO): And it's very clear that Wolfe isn't even remotely close to done with the champ.

 

Arvin (VO): She should make them pay for that beautiful, gorgeous car before agreeing to any sort of rematch. 

 

The cheers fade a bit into a low murmur for a second.

 

The black lights turn monotone with black and white lights rotating almost as a helicopter blade as the beginning synth riff of  "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins pick up. The crowd pops again. 

 

 

HIGH FLYER MONO VS P. DIDDY SEAN COMBS

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash Greaves: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 

 

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! MOOOONO!

 

Kendra: That man, now only in his third match, has only five people between him and a guaranteed title shot at Fallout in September. We learned last week who two of those competitors are going to be, Bianca Diaz and the man they call Daniel, and the other half of tomorrow's main event will be figured out today. 

 

Colin: Typically our main event would have been the Spring Fling but it seemed unnecessary following the number of rumbles already having happened this year. That match will return next year. Which means that as of now we're done with Rumbles this year, the closest being the 10 person Battle Royal Ice Bath Match headlining Sink or Swim, which you send your opponents into Ice Water. 

 

Arvin: I noticed the Ice Bath wasn't on the match list for Madness 2. 

 

Kendra: Maybe they'll patch it in. 

 

 

The arena lights dim as "The Comeback Kid" P Diddy emerges from the smoky entrance, his fur-lined cape billowing behind him. The MAWL logo flashes on the giant screens, and the crowd goes wild as his theme music, "All About the Benjamins," blasts through the speakers.

 

 

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

 

Colin: Here's a man who did NOT qualify for the Honeycomb Match and will be competing in a Last Man Standing against 50 Cent tomorrow to kick off Spring Sting. 

 

Arvin: Here's a man who headlined world tours, won several awards and Platinum Records, and now he's the opening act 2 days in a row. Ridiculous. 

 

Kendra: Here's a man with several sex offense charges and all around horrid behavior who's allowed to wrestle at a Pay Per View instead of in a jail cell. Ridiculous.

 

Colin: No comeback, Arvin?

 

Arvin: I'll leave that for the Comeback Kid.

 

Kendra: Smart.

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Diddy was certainly a controversial hire when Leila chose to take the chance, luckily his behavior has not been questionable in the locker room and the worst thing that's come along with him besides the side eyes has been that Drizzle that makes its way into every match. 

 

Kendra: And the two ready to go, Diddy goes for a lariat but Mono ducks and running across the ropes, Mono comes back around for a high spinning wheel but Diddy ducks it and Mono skids but lands on his feet. Mono charging again, Diddy getting that Drizzle going early and a sidestep that would make Bugs Bunny proud as Mono goes sliding out through the ropes.

 

Arvin: A Comeback Slide from the Comeback Kid.

 

Colin: Mono makes it back to the apron, going for a Springboard Senton and DIDDY CATCHES HIM FOR A BENJAMIN BOMB UP HE GOES NO MONO WITH THE COUNTER INTO A VICTORY ROLL AND DIDDY KICKS OUT EASILY.

 

Arvin: This is a more defensive matchup so far than we've gotten here in MAWL, and however you feel about Diddy, he's reading Mono fairly well just as Mono is him. 

 

Kendra: Diddy's roll back gives Mono some space and a floatover neckbreaker. Mono gets the first clean hit of the match. Diddy coating his hand with the Drizzle, here comes the punch and Mono counters it into a Judo Arm Flip! Off the ropes now and coming back with a low dropkick to Diddy! 

 

Colin: Diddy reeling a bit but grabs Mono's leg on the comedown to try to stop the momentum. Diddy coats his legs in that nastiness and off the ropes he comes, No Limit Legdrop to Mono. Picking Mono up now and setting it up-

 

Arvin: BOOM IT'S A BENJAMIN BOMB THAT RATTLES MONO'S BONES. 

 

Colin: Going for the cover but Mono gets his shoulder up before 1, and we're keeping it going. Mono off the ropes, Diddy ducks and to his feet, Mono back around and a Reverse-Spin Sling Blade! That's a Flyby! Diddy hooks his leg on the way down and going for the schoolboy pin but Mono is up and no count recorded.

 

Arvin: Fresh coat of Drizzle applied to Diddy's hand and a ROLLICKING PUFF DADDY PUNCH, sending Mono back a little ways. Runs in with a low lariat for a cover, still doesn't even get a 1 on Mono. Notorious Neckbreaker! And going for the cover again, still can't get a 1 out of him. 

 

Colin: Diddy's attempts to get a quick pin are obvious and half-baked, three attempts in a matter of moments that don't garner a mat slap between them. Diddy whips him off the ropes Mono coming back around OH THAT'S NEW IN DUCKING DIDDY MONO MAKES A TURN NOT LOSING MOMENTUM, SPRINGING TOWARDS THE TURNBUCKLE AND BOUNCING UP AND HE HITS THE MONOTONE ON DIDDY AND THAT'S HOW YOU WRAP A MATCH!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

High Flyer Mono defeats P. Diddy by pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, HIGH FLYER MOOOOONO!

 

Arvin: And Diddy is in shock! Couldn't get a count on the man who turned it around and popped him outta nowhere! 

 

Kendra: Now if you watch the replay, you see that Mono does something rarely heard of when returning from an Irish Whip and is able to change direction without breaking momentum, swerving around Diddy and in one fell swoop hitting that top rope front flip stunner. 

 

Colin: You can see the confusion on Diddy's face but Mono barely bats an eye in this swerve moment and is able to ride this momentum into tomorrow's match. If I were going in against High Flyer Mono tomorrow, I would absolutely make sure not to underestimate this young rising star. 

 

Arvin: His luck is bound to run out soon.

 

Kendra: I wouldn't call that luck, he's clearly immensely talented in the ring.

 

Colin: But we have a huge card today, so let's keep it moving with our first tag team qualifying match. Technically second if you count Tino and Soldat. For the Fatal Six-Way tomorrow.

 

 

TAG TEAM QUALIFIER 1

LOS HEROES DE LA CALLE VS EAK!

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to qualify for the Fatal Six-Way!

 

The lights turn into a swirling pattern of blues and greens and reds as the opening instrumental gives way into "Mild Apprehension..." As soon as the drums hit, Deke the Freak appears to pop down from the ceiling.

 

 

Ash: First! At a combined weight of 477 pounds, the team of Deke the Freak and Zeke the Sneak! They are...EAK!

 

Deke the Freak swirls his arms around as he walks down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, his jumping onto the apron brings out Zeke the Sneak, who appears from under the ring.

 

 

Deke and Zeke jump into the ring and pose as strongmen. 

 

 

El Gallito Loco sprints to the ring, flapping his arms like wings and striking over-the-top martial arts poses.

 

Tortuga de Acero shuffles behind at a snail’s pace, waving cautiously to the crowd.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 300 pounds, El Gallito Loco and Tortuga de Acero, LOS HEROES DE LAAAAAA CALLES! 

 

El Gallito charges double-speed to the ring and slides into the ring before Tortuga can even make it to the stage.

 

El Gallito Loco: Ring the bell ese!

 

 

Andra Jones: But-

 

El Gallito Loco: RRRRRRING IT!

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Colin: Gallito charges in and Pecking at Deke! Has him trapped in the corner, keeping the headbutt going! Stomping him out and that Chicken is going Cuckoo! 

 

Arvin: Cross body into the corner! Shoulder tackles! ABSOLUTELY BATTERING HIM WITH THOSE HEADBUTTS! Deke crumples into the corner, GALLITO HOLDS ONTO THE ROPE AND RAPID STOMPS! CHOKING OUT DEKE! ANDRA COUNTING THE WARNING!

 

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

 

Eak! wins by disqualification!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners by disqualification, EAK! 

 

Kendra: Andra calls for the bell and trying to get El Gallito off, GALLITO BITES ANDRA AND RETURNS TO CHOKING OUT DEKE! UP TO THE ROPES! CRAZY COOP DIVE! CRAZY COOP DIVE NUMBER 2! CRAZY COOP DIVE NUMBER 3! TORTUGA JUST HOLDING HIS HEAD IN SHAME!

 

Colin: Tortuga continuing his journey to the ring but he's got no chance of salvaging this.

 

Gallito: WHO ELSE WANTS SOME! WHO ELSE WANTS SOME! EL GALLLLLLLLITO SUPREEEEEMO!

 

Officials try to restrain Gallito and he fights them off one by one. Eventually an official shoots him with a tranquilizer dart and places him by the Spanish Announcers' Desk. 

 

Arvin: Just leaving him for Tortuga to collect.

 

Soundbyte: Wrestling has only one HeartBreaker.

 

 

No Good By The Prodigy begins to play but lets face facts. No matter what theme song plays, the crowd is going to Boo because it signals the arrival of...

 

SM HeartBreaker

 

 

Armed with a microphone and suited in the finest formal wear that money can buy. No ones favourite member of MAWL appears to the sold out crowd tonight. As SM HeartBreaker makes his way to the ring, he ignores any delusional fans that try and high five him or get his attention as he slides into the ring and looks down the hard camera, ready to say whatever he plans on saying.

 

BOOOOMania kicks off early as the MAWL fans start Booing SM HeartBreaker as they know he is going to say something that will annoy them. SM HeartBreaker tries to speak down the microphone but nothing can be heard. SM HeartBreaker taps the microphone and tries speaking down it again.

 

POPMania runs wild as the MAWL crowd absolutely eat this up! SM HeartBreaker's microphone isn't working! World Peace has been achieved!

 

SM HeartBreaker screams and shouts at some poor minimum wage ringside crew member to hand him a microphone and snatches it out of her hand before throwing the broken one at the poor girl.

 

SM: That microphone represents everything in this company. Faulty, incompetent, not fit to share the ring with me. Yet, you all just cheered for a stupid microphone. Which if you think about it, represents you stupid pathetic MAWL fans.

 

BOOOOOOMania is going wild tonight as SM HeartBreaker is taking no prisoners.

 

SM: Listen MAWL fans and I want you to really listen. I want you to put down the hotdog. Stop being depressed about your pathetic lives. I want you to really listen to every word I say.

 

SM HeartBreaker rolls out of the ring and looks at the fans sitting in the front row at the expensive seats.

 

SM: I hate you. I hate your guts. I hate everything you say. I hate the way you smell. Since setting foot in this company, you people have been delusional to what is best for this business. What is best for MAWL. What is best for yourselves. Yet you stinking losers keep paying for tickets week after week to sit here in the front row, smelling out the ring area with your bad breathe and poisoning the viewers at home with your toxic opinions.

 

BOOOOMania is going up another level as someone throws a $10 drink at SM HeartBreaker's head. They miss their shot, ultimately proving SM HeartBreaker's point that they are losers.

 

SM: I came into this company and immediately put it on my back. I immediately put my name and reputation on the future of this company. Yet you people come here week after week, cheering these losers and freaks that clog up this roster. You pop for the dumbest gimmicks and you celebrate insignicant moments of people who should never share the same locker room as me. I hate you and I will never forgive you MAWL fans for what you have helped turn this company into since I was away.

 

SM HeartBreaker rolls back into the ring before anything else gets yeeted at him.

 

SM: Lets talk about DOC for a moment. Lets talk about all the other companies in the world that want to see MAWL dead. Lets talk about all the companies that dream about signing SM HeartBreaker and lets talk about one that fears my name.

 

SM HeartBreaker beelines towards a camera in the corner of the ring and looks down it.

 

SM: Hey BDD, you fat piece of Meow

 

WOOOOOOMania as SM HeartBreaker gets censored! Censored! I thought this network had no rules! All swearing was allowed! get me the network chairman!

 

SM: Lets start with a company I killed once and I will sure as hell kill again if they keep getting in MAWL business. I am talking about Path to Glory. I am talking about Academy of Dreams. I am talking about the main competition to MAWL. Its not personal just business.

 

LAWYERS! LAWYERS EVERYWHERE! They are flying helicopters to SM HeartBreaker's location as they want to drop a desist and resist letter bomb on SM HeartBreaker's ass!

 

SM: I am not here to open up old wounds. I am not here to advertise that place. I am here to address one of the most disgusting things this company has done in the past few months and that is to send talent to that place.

 

BOOOMania goes nuclear as the MAWL fans disagree, It was actually an awesome show and people should watch it.

 

SM: I am forced to share a locker room with traitors. Snakes. Judas. Last week, I praised Rade for having my back against our fight against DOC. But god dammit, I knew my phone against the wall when I saw his face on the enemies' show. Sure sure, you loser fans will say the two companies are friends. But lets be clear, SM HeartBreaker's MAWL has no friends. Just enemies and dead enemies. So let me give you all a promise, every person that was a part of that show. Is not only dead to me. But will get their ass kicked the moment I see them in the back. I do not care if you are the reflection of perfection, Imogen. I will kick your ass. I do not care if you are Neon Juan. I will kick your ass. I do not care if you was someone I once respected, Rade. I will kick your ass. Because I am 100% MAWL and you traitors are not. But hey, if anyone is offended by my words, either you be a Sting Ray or a Joker. Let it be known. I will kick your ass the moment we lock eyes.

 

Shots fired! Shots fired! What the hell has Sting Ray Steve Thunder ever done to SM HeartBreaker!

 

SM: But since we have established that these hands are rated E for everyone then let's gets back on track for a moment, MAWL has enemies everywhere and I am the only person defending us from promotions from windy city or promotions full of wolves.

 

Reference mania as SM HeartBreaker subtly name drops NWW and WCS

 

SM: Because believe me. If I wasn't here defending MAWL. This company would be driven out of existence because the competition has legends. Legends even I look up to like Gary Guitar.

 

GARY GUITAR MANIA runs wild...somewhere. SM HeartBreaker name drops the only legend in the game. If you don't know who this man is, then welcome to puberty next year because everyone knows who Gary Guitar is!

 

SM: GWC has Gary Guitar that will steal the ratings from MAWL. DOC has invaders ready to tear this place apart. P2G has MAWL talent literally working against us. Who does MAWL have? Me. Just me because while MAWL is surrounding by enemies. We also have enemies within our house. I said it last week and I will say it again. This roster is filled with people who shouldn't be here. But it gets worse because we are now hiring people who shouldn't be here. Isn't that right, Slowmo?

 

SM did it! He acknowledged SlowMo's existence! The old zealots from the Deep Ground days are going wild. In their basements somewhere no doubt.

 

SM: Leia Blake. Are you serious? Of all the bad hires you have been making this last few months. You hire SlowMo? SlowMo Tapout? Holy MeowMeowMeow. What Meow next? We hiring Meow Muunokhoi!? Is Meow Ashla Mari turning up at the next big show? Are you meow Serious?!

 

The Censorship Kitty is working overtime tonight.

 

SM: It has to end and it will. When I win the MAWL Mania Championship.

 

BOOOOOOMania is now nuclear! The MAWL fans do not want SM HeartBreaker to represent them! SM HeartBreaker does not represent MAWL and its values!

 

SM: I will win the Mania championship from another pathetic puppet of Leia Blake and I will run this company with that championship.

 

SM HeartBreaker looks towards the backstage area and up at the skyboxes to see if he can get Leia Blake's attention.

 

SM: You want to push freaks and weirdos? Not when SM HeartBreaker is your champion. You want to hire losers and snakes! Not when SM HeartBreaker holds the championship and can veto hires. You want talent to work for other promotions? Career suicide because they won't be getting any opportunities while I am champion and have creative control clause in my contract.

 

SM HeartBreaker turns back to addressing the crowd as they seem to be the only people listening.

 

SM: If this is the only way I can defend MAWL and keep this company alive. So be it. I will win the MAWL Mania Championship and I will use all the power that comes with it to shape this promotion into a juggernaut it can be and become the number one promotion in the world.

 

Catchphrase time.

 

SM: That's not a dream. That is the HEARTBREAKING Truth.

 

SM HeartBreaker exits the ring to a chorus of Boos as he walks to the back. Not before throwing the microphone into the crowd, towards the direction of the guy that threw that drink at SM HeartBreaker earlier.

 

Arvin: Save us, Heartbreaker.

 

Kendra: We don't need saving, and especially not from THAT guy. I hope Schmetterling stomps a hole in him so deep you can bury his ego.

 

Colin: Let's keep it running.

 

JAMES D VS VICTOR KINGSTON

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

As his theme music plays over the PA system, James holds back until the song kicks in and then makes his way out from behind the curtain. As he moves into the sight of the fans, he's met with boos but this just brings a smile to his face.

 

 

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

 

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.

 

 

As the arena darkens, golden lighting floods the stage, accompanied by piercing red lasers that slice through the air. The screen comes to life with the image of a golden lion, its roar sending red sparks flying across the display. Victor Kingston steps onto the stage, his posture regal, his head held high.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 256 pounds, the Goldman, VIIIIICTOR KIIIIINGSTON!

 

He spreads his arms wide, as if embracing the adoration of his people, before making his way down the ramp with measured, confident strides.

Upon entering the ring, he begins shadow boxing, his movements precise and controlled. Then, with a final flourish, he ascends the turnbuckle, standing tall as he surveys the crowd, soaking in their energy before the battle begins.

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Two master technicians who have an aggressive side to them, should be interesting. Locking up, Kingston takes it to James D with a brutal series of Muay Thai knee strikes. D keeps them locked in and into a swinging neckbreaker.

 

Arvin: Quickly up and Kingston plows D with a spinebuster. D rolls under Kingston and solid German Suplex! Kingston bounces back and a German Splex Back...and a FACEBUSTER!

 

Kendra: ROYAL DECREEEEE!

 

1!

2!

THR...NO!

 

Colin: James D kicks out! James D off the ropes and a running bulldog. Continuing with a jumping elbow drop! Running off the ropes and senton! Going for a pin-Kingston reverses it into a roll-up!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Victor Kingston wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, VICTOR KIIIIINGSTON!

 

The arena glows in gold as Victor Kingston stands in the center of the ring, arms outstretched, his gaze steady. He turns slowly, taking in the moment, before stepping onto the turnbuckle and pounding his chest. With a deep roar, he acknowledges the crowd, the intensity in his eyes never wavering.

 

Colin: A lot of momentum for Kingston as he heads into the trios title rematch tomorrow. 

 

 

"I Wanna Rock " By Twisted Sister plays on the 'Tron as WildFire walks down to the ring.

 

 

WildFire raises the mic high.

 

WildFire: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to MASSIVELY AWESOME WRESTLING LEGACY!!"

The four ring posts burst into flame.

WildFire : "Home of yours truly,  "Better than the Best!!!", "!2 out of 10 !!!", "8 stars out of 5 !!!","Simply the Greatest EVER. WildFire !!!!"


WildFire : "Before we get on with our regularly scheduled beating of whichever local enhancement talent is up next, I figured mostly because I have nothing else to do and was bored, we would have us a good old fashion segment called Burning Questions, in which I answer some of those burning all consuming questions you have about yours truly" points at himself "And generally just talk about whatever I feel about, for a random indeterminate period of time."


WildFire takes out his cellphone and presses a few buttons. 


On the 'tron a question appears .


'Tron : "Hey WildFire Whaaaaas Up ??"


WildFire : "The Ceiling??"


Another question shows up on the 'Tron


'Tron : "Where ya from ?"


WildFire : "Edmonton, Alberta Canada."


'Tron : "How old are you?"


WildFire : "Old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a crap... otherwise known as 21,."


'Tron : " Are you a Face or a Heel?"


WildFire frowns :"Both. But I feel a little heelish at this particular moment."


'Tron : "Hello WildFire U R A JERK !!!"


WildFire unphased : Ok stating the obvious but not a question."


'Tron : "Who is your favorite wrestler?"


WildFire : Undertaker, Edge, Brett "The Hitman Hart", Chris Benoit, LA Knight."


'Tron : "What's a WildFire?"


WildFire (gasps in mock surprise) : "What?  Oh no you didn't. What's a WildFire? What's a WildFire, didn't you pay attention? I mean Better than the Best, blah blah blah, Blonde Haired Green Eyed Adonis, look it up, it's all there."


WildFire : "Unbelievable, inconceivable" Shakes his head :"Ok AKWARD transition, IN CASE you haven't been paying attention, and if you haven't, do so now, because I will NOT be repeating myself...."


WildFire pauses for dramatic affect.


WildFire " In two WORDS ...."


WildFire : "GOD MODE !!"


WildFire :" As in yes, it's all about GOD MODE, everyday, every Hour, every minute every micro second, GOD MODE!!"


WildFire : "I am WildFire , and I AM BETTER THAN THE BEST, and it's not good enough to say it it must be proven, everyday, every heartbeat every moment of existence. It's GOD MODE, not 5 stars, or 10 out of 10, it's 8 stars, it's 12 out of 10, it's elevating the bar so high that all others have to climb Mount Everest just to get a TASTE, to get within a few kilometers of your Greatness."


WildFire : "It's stealing the show EVERY NIGHT, it's making the fans hunger for your presence EVERY NIGHT! It's why wasn't WildFire on the show? It's why didn't he fight? Where's his promo? And knowing that your night isn't complete until you have that ... that no show is complete without.." WildFire points to himself.


WildFire :"It's about winning every title, it's about being not just the top of the mountain , but being the who freaking mountain!""


WildFire : "My minimum effort, my worst match, my crappiest promo are better than 100%  of the entire MAW roster and my BEST .... "


WildFire : "IS GOD MODE !!!"


WildFire : " Pffffffttt what's a WildFire.... stupidest question EVER !"

 

 

The lights begin to swirl in blue and white patterns, forming almost an atom. "Science" by the Birthday Massacre begins to play a light structure giving the illusion of a portal shows up on the ramp. A man with a devastating white beard and colorful clothes steps out, almost as a modern wizard. He walks with purpose to the ring, while his long robe gives the sense of floating.

 

 

Hadron: WildFire. There may be some universes, some versions of reality, in which you are in fact "God Mode." But here. In this reality. At this time. God Mode means little more than a code on a computer game.

You bleed as human bleeds. You tire as human tires. You are struck by limitations that we all must face, and it is clear that the message needs to be reiterated with you. There was to be one to show you those limitations but I am here in his stead.

And in that I come today to prove my thesis statement that you are little more than man, just another series of atoms that can be manipulated and twisted and coalesced into a beautiful brutal masterpiece of pain. And as you face your mortality, as you face your insignificance in this vast moray of gas and grace, you will see that a mode is not the same as a being, and that a man is no more a God than he is a platypus.

 

ildFire scratches his head : " Hmm Hadron, Hadron, sounds familiar ... let me check .." checks his cellphone " Hmm MAWL wrestling ... nope...hmm lets check Google .."

WildFire :"Oh ok , Hadron : In particle physics, a hadron is a composite sub-atomic particle made up of two or more quarks held together by strong interaction, like protons and neutrons."

WildFire laughs : "Cool Science, explains your weirdness. " Waves in Hadrons general direction "So I guess that makes you a WIZZARD? From the looks of you you are definently at the level of Archmage, The Big Bang Theory has been over for a few years now, but I am guessing you hope and pray for new content daily."

WildFire : "While you doing that why don't you head to the back and bring back someone a little less .... dollar store Lord of the Rings knockoff..."

WildFire : Nice speech, but talk is cheap like your Mom , and all the fancy Star Trek talk , won't save you from a beating from yours truly " Pointing at himself.

WildFire smiles  "Right after i finish reading a more detailed explanation of Hadrons ..."

WildFire (looking at his cellphone again): Composition : Hadrons are made up of quarks, which are fundamental particles, and antiquarks ..."

WildFire (looking up from his cellphone) :"Uhh come back later, this is waaay more interesting than anything you've got to say.."

WildFire  (reading from his cellphone again) :"and gluons, which are the force carriers of ..."

 

Hadron smacks the phone out of Wild's hand.

 

HADRON VS WILDFIRE

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Arvin: And the Space Wizard rudely interrupting Wild's Q&A AND damaging his phone, that's going to be cause for a beatdown. 

 

Colin: Well, Hadron isn't going to make that easy, as he hits a corkscrew clothesline. WildFire pops up and tries to get him right into the DeathRoll-no! Hadron kicks out. WildFire's going to need to do a lot more work than that. Oh! ortuga finally made it and is chilling with the Spanish Announcers.

 

Arvin: That won't be too hard, as he uses that wizard beard to pull Hadron into a ripcord lariat. And now just stomping him out and a fist drop. Going for the DeathRoll again, NO! Another kickout.

 

Kendra: This time Hadron's got a fight in him and he turns that kickout into a snap suplex! Wild changing up his tactic and an Arm-Trapped Headlock.. Hadron trying to get to the ropes, the strain in him evident but he manages to get his free arm over.

 

Colin: You could tell from WildFire's frustration that he was expecting a quick win, and Hadron elbows him in the face. Another elbow, no, Wild turns that into a hammerlock DDT. Hadron rolling back and clonks him with a jumping forearm...Wildfire trips him. 

 

Kendra: Neither man is able to get a good rhythm going but it's not stopping Fire from trying as he gets in some quick rights and now a stiff left! Throwing Hadron off the ropes and catches him with the big boot! Hadron bounces down but comes back around, off the ropes and jumping Flatliner! That's the L! H! C! And Hadron going for the pin now-NO! WILDFIRE REVERSES IT INTO A DEATHROLL!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

WildFire wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, WILDFIRE!

 

Colin: Well, that's not going to help with his ego.

 

Arvin: GOD MODE!

 

Tortuga De Acero enters the ring.

 

 

TORTUGA DE ACERO VS DAMIAN BLACKHEART

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, in the ring, from the Depths of the Steel Shell, Monterrey, Mexico, weighing 160 pounds, TORTUGA DE ACERRRRRRO!

 

 

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: And Tortuga charges at Damian with an uncharacteristic display of aggression, just railing him with rights and lefts! Clubbing him on the back! Crunching him in the torso! 

 

Arvin: The man hasn't even taken his coat and mask off yet!

 

Colin: It's clear that Tortuga holds Damian responsible for Gallito's behaviors, Gallito waking up outside and Tortuga throwing Damian off the ropes, OOH! The back elbow. Damian's down and Tortuga continuing to unload, Andra Jones breaking it up now to give Blackheart a chance to at least be ready.

 

Kendra: So much energy and frustration and the bell hasn't even rung yet.

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Arvin: Damian finally prepared and here comes Tortuga again with the brutal fists. Blackheart gets out of the ring to breathe. 

 

1!

 

Kendra: Gallito now gets Blackheart's attention, eyes locked, Gallito whips an empty bottle of Hope Serum at Blackheart! Just misses but it's enough to agitate Damian and he starts to give chase to Gallito, wait, Tortuga is out and SPEAR! Tortuga quickly back in and Andra resumes the count.

 

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

 

Arvin: And Damian finally to his feet, makes it back into the ring, dodges Tortuga's bum rush and Half Nelson Backbreaker! Signs of life from Damian Blackheart!

 

Kendra: Measuring him up, launching an assault of forearms and chops, Tortuga taking a beatdown but getting back to his feet just in time to eat a snap suplex! Going for the cover...

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Tortuga gets the shoulder up, but Blackheart puts on a Buffalo Sleeper! He's turned this one around and the struggle is real for Tortuga...OH! Tortuga fighting to his feet! Snapmare! And a headlock of his own...Blackheart trying to wiggle himself around and a sweep to Tortuga!

 

Arvin: That's how you drop a turtle! And a jumping elbow drop! Beautiful armbar...NO! Tortuga hits an armdrag and gets his own in! Damian is a fighter though folks, he's making it to the ropes and unlike his junkie partner who's currently guzzling ANOTHER Hope Serum, Tortuga has enough sense to release the hold. 

 

Kendra: Tortuga continuing to show unusual speed, off the ropes and DRILLS Blackheart with a senton to his back! And what's this Rooster doing now.

 

Colin: Appears he's trying to get the crowd riled up and doing flips on and off the guardrail. This is more in line with the Gallito we know, but Tortuga isn't thrilled to see this version of him.

 

Tortuga: Head in the game, Mijo!

 

Kendra: Blackheart takes advantage of his opponent's distraction and REVERSE DDT! And he's got in the Bubonic Clutch! 

 

Arvin: Masterfully done by Blackheart and the turtle is truly getting broken in the ring. Tortuga starting to fade and this one is good as...no! Gallito Loco throws his trash at the ref!

 

Andra: Last chance, chicken! Do it again and you're outta here. 

 

Kendra: This time Blackheart is distracted and releases Tortuga! Finally Gallito's actions HELP his partner! And Tortuga uses this moment to get Blackheart up...ROLLING FIREMAN'S CARRY! SAMOAN DROP!!

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Blackheart kicks out at 2! Gallito has yet ANOTHER bottle of Hope Spot and is doing donuts around the ring! 

 

Colin: Tortuga also going for a run as he gets Blackheart into the corner, OH NO! DAMIAN CUTS HIM DOWN WITH A SCALPEL KICK! Going for the cover...

 

1!

2!

TH...NO! 

 

Kendra: Gallito pulls Tortuga out!

 

Andra: Gallito get out of my arena!

 

Arvin: Andra is pissed and she sends the rooster packing! Tortuga gets back into the ring and immediately into a stretch plum hold! 

 

Colin: Tortuga is wailing out now, every muscle in his body must be hurting from Damian's offense but he manages to get him up into his shoulder...ELECTRIC CHAIR SUPLEX! Both men giving it all they can in this! Tortuga taking the run and TREMENDOUS SPLASH!

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Blackheart kicks and Tortuga clearly frustrated.

 

Colin: Blackheart going for the DDT, NO! Counter into a Northern Lights and going for the pin, oh no, come on, rooster.

 

Kendra: He's baaaack, and he's on his 4th drink.

 

Arvin: Andra leaves the ring presumably to give him a DUI. 

 

Kendra: And Tortuga uses the moment to devastate Blackheart with his own finisher! PLAGUEBRINGER! Wait...oh, who's this now? A man in a hood is coming through the crowd.

 

The man takes off his hood to reveal himself.

 

 

Colin: Oh! I know this one! It's Shadow Kawashima! Which means...we now have to deal with Shadow Kawashima, one of Blackheart's associates. I feared this day might come.

 

Kendra: Shadow taps Tortuga, Tortuga instinctively turns around and gets a face full of poison mist! And Shadow's outta here! Tortuga now eats a Plaguebringer just in time for Andra to make her way back into the ring. 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Damian Blackheart wins by pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, DAMIAN BLACKHEART!

 

Kendra: Andra goes to raise Damian's hand, but Damian chooses instead to whisper something to Tortuga, not really sure what, but he's collecting his things now and heading back up the ramp. Oh look, Shadow's there to greet him, and they nod at each other as they make their escape.

 

Arvin: And Gallito's antics once again cost Los Heroes a win.

 

Colin: No, Gallito's antics would have given them the win, but Shadow's mist turned the tide. Regardless, it's a dark day indeed here on MAWL Madness. 

 

 

Irving: Welcome guys, I am sure you have all heard the rumours about a big name deciding to join MAWL. Well I am just outside his locker-room ready to hopefully get an interv…

 

Just as Irving was about to finish his sentence the door opened, and Tyler Hayes walked out in his hoodie, track pants and slides wearing his headphones over the top of his hoodie. Tyler turns to walk towards the ring and notices Irving.

 

 

Tyler: (In his Australian Accent)

I am so sorry mate, I didn't even see you there.

 

Tyler takes off his headphones,then proceeds to shake his hand.

 

Tyler: Its so nice to meet you mate. May I ask who you are? 

 

Irving smirks due to how nice Tyler is being.

 

Irving: Uh, that's okay Tyler. My name is Irving Barth and I do the interviews around here, and I was actually just introducing you to the MAWL audience, is that okay? 

 

Tyler: Of course mate, of course. 


Tyler looks at the camera like he's looking into everyone’s soul .

 

Tyler: Hellooo .. Hahaha nah of course mate lets get to it yeah? 

 

Irving chuckles before starting.

 

Irving: Yeah of course, so Tyler you come to us all the way from Australia. May I ask why MAWL? Why now? 

 

Tyler: That's a great question Irv, can I call you Irv? You see, My sister and I grew up in Adelaide, Australia. We defeated everyone that came our way over there and decided to move over to America to try our luck here, and I believe it was just the right place at the right time. I got the call from Leila Blake and she made me an offer and I accepted. Simple as that really.

 

Irving: Uh, yeah I guess Irv is okay? Well, I must say MAWL is lucky to have you, a big name in Australia, and potentially a big name in MAWL. You mentioned your sister will she be joining MAWL? Is she back in Australia? What's the story?

 

Tyler looks around like he is seeing if someone is around that shouldn't be.

 

Tyler: Irv, let's just say we are glad she isn’t in MAWL. Let’s leave it at that. I am not scared of most people but her.. Terrified. 

 

Tyler shakes as if he got a cold shiver.

 

Irving: Oh right, well lets count our blessings then. So Tyler what’s the plan for you tonight?

 

Tyler: Hold on one second mate I will be back.

 

Tyler walks back into the locker-room, and after a couple seconds he walks back out with his boots and 2 beers.

 

Tyler: Well, Irv, you see I am on my way to Leila's office to say G’day and see what she has in store for me. But before I go see her, do you care to do a shoey with me?

 

Irving  looks puzzled

 

Irving: A shoey?

 

Tyler laughs as he pours a beer into each boot.

 

Tyler: Yeah mate, look it's okay they are clean. All we do is drink this beer from my boot. How about it? I won’t take no for an answer.

 

Tyler lifts both boots up and drinks out and starts to pour the other one down Irving’s mouth. As Tyler finishes his, he gives a light smack on Irvings back.

 

Tyler: Good work mate! See you later, yeah? 

 

Tyler walks off and makes his way to the GM’s office.


Irving: Well *burps* there you have it guys, the newest addition to the MAWL roster. What is in store for Tyler but what's in store for MAWL? Back to...

 

 

Pen Gwen runs in with two boots and a six pack under her arm.

 

Gwen: I heard we were doing shoeys!

 

She looks around and realizes she just missed Tyler.

 

Gwen: aw dry bro.

 

Irving: slightly drunk you jus missedim

 

Gwen: I don’t spose you’d… yeah nah.

 

Cassandra Cash walks into the backstage, Gwen tries to offer a boot, Cass just looks at her.

 

 

Gwen: come on. we used to do shoeys before matches all the time.

 

Cass: I’ve moved up in the world. I only do Roderer from a Louboutin now.

 

Gwen: not even. No need to be a stink girl.

 

Cass: What I don’t need is to be seen drinking with bogans.

 

Gwen: Hul het.

 

Cass: Egg.

 

Gwen: kaikai pekpek

 

Cass smacks one boot out of Gwen’s hand, spilling the drink. Gwen drinks from the other boot then hits Cass across the face from it. The two brawl. Rod Crane walks in and cracks one of the beers while watching the two fight. Gwen sees him mid-brawl

 

 

Gwen: that beer’s not yours.

 

Rod: I’m English luv everything that’s yours is mine.

 

Gwen kicks Cass in the head then whangs Rod across the head with a boot, nicking him a little.

 

Rod: alright then. You and the new meat verse us, later.

 

Gwen: sweet as.

 

Gwen gets in the face of Rod and pushes him then bumps Cass as she leaves.

 

 

The camera swings back to Colin, Kendra, and Arvin who are all mildly amused by the antics here.

 

 

Colin: You gotta love the party and brawl antics of the Australian Continents and the UK.

 

 

Arvin: I notice your people weren't invited, Colin.

 

Colin: I mean, strictly speaking, neither was Crane. He crashed the Australian continent party. 

 

 

Kendra: It's fitting that we're on the British Isles, because we're about to witness a...Highlander Brawl? The hell is that?

 

Colin: A Highlander Brawl is what some call a "Last Blood Match." If you think about the movie Highlander, you have to decapitate your enemy to be "the One," but since we don't advocate for murder here, the closest we get is beating your opponent's head to an absolute bloody pulp.

 

Kendra: And this is, technically speaking, the first time that these two have met in a sanctioned match but this match already has history. 

 

Arvin: That's right. These two met at the Sex Appeal Nightclub in Montreal that I totally wasn't there for for unrelated reasons, and they beat the absolute ever-living hell out of each other.

 

Colin: You can see that scuffle here on the MAWL X DOC DVD + BluRay, containing all the action of the crossover event between MAWL and DOC.

 

 

HIGHLANDER MATCH

BRIAN STORM VS PSYCHO $UPREME NERO

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a Highlander Match! The match will not end until one individual is bleeding to the point where they can no longer continue.

 

 

"Destroy Everything" by Hatebreed plays through the speakers as a figure emerges through fog.

 

Colin: And here comes Nero and...whoa...

 

 

Nero shows up adorned in gold spiked shoulder armor, wearing black gloves with gold spiked wrist guards on top of his wrestling gear in Black and Maroon. He walks with purpose to the ring holding his DOC Title Belt.

 

Arvin: That ain't your mother's Nero. Dude bulked up and came for a fight. 

 

Ash: From the Tree of Woe, weighing 300 pounds, the leader of Psycho $upremacy and interim DOC Champion, the Psycho $upreme himself, NEEEERO!

 

Kendra: Does it even make sense to have a ring for this? Who's to say that they'll stick to it?

 

 

The lights go in a lightning quick strobe series of dark blues, whites, and yellows, to the rhythm of the frenetic drum fill as the Tron and Banners show footage of various lightning storms. The crowd increasingly gets fired up.

 

Colin: The storm's coming and these people know it! 

 

The drums kick out for a second, and Brian Storm makes his way to the stage to a huge pop.

 

 

He does a quick boxing punch combo to the guitar riff and then stomps in time with the drum returning, bringing down lightning effects around him and the crowd LOSES IT.

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Aberdeen, Scotland, weighing in at 205 pounds, BRIAN! STOOOOOORM!

 

Kendra: The storm is here!

 

Arvin: Oh will you two grow up.

 

Brian takes a confident jog, high fiving the crowd but never taking his eyes off Nero. 

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And Brian with several quick punches to the face of Nero, and throwing Nero off the ropes into a huge boot! Nero back to his feet and Irish Whips Brian off to the ropes, trying for a boot of his own and Brian slides under the boot, back around and ROLLING THUNDER DDT! CLOUDS ROLL IN! 

 

Kendra: Throwing Nero to the corner, lifting him up and BRIANBUSTER TO THE OUTSIDE!

 

Nero is busted open on the steps!

 

Arvin: And we've already got first blood! Brian pulls him up into a wristlock, AND AXE KICK! STORM WATCH!

 

Nero's wound opens. 

 

Colin: So much blood!

 

Kendra: And so much for supremacy. 

 

Colin: And spike piledriver into the steps!

 

Nero's blood increases. 

 

Arvin: Come on Nero! Get it together! 

 

Colin: REALLY, Arvin?

 

Kendra: Nero's smile right now is nothing short of disturbing.

 

Arvin: HE'S COMIN' BACK!

 

Colin: Spitting his blood at Brian and a bodyslam onto the steps!

 

Kendra: Rolling back and clothesline by Brian! Brian with a Samoan Drop! He rolls up and powerslam to Nero! But Nero still has that creepy smile going and he throws punches at Brian. Nero slams Brian's head into the mat! PSYCHO PILEDRIVER! 

 

Brian is busted open! 

 

Colin: And now they're both getting red on the ground. Brian with a headbutt to Nero. And several headbutts to bleed him out!

 

Nero's wound is open even wider now, and dripping blood!

 

Arvin: Brian powerbombs Nero into the barricade. But Nero straps his legs onto Brian and a headlock driver! 

 

Brian is busted open!

 

Colin: Brian steps back and he's got Nero's spiked jacket! He runs it into Nero's face!

 

Nero is a crimson mask!

 

Kendra: Nero still just creepily smiling and dropkick to Brian. Nero up to the apron and falling elbow drop to Brian! Brian to his feet, going for a back suplex, Nero reversing into a bulldog!

 

Arvin: Quick but brutal punch by Storm. And a Spinning Brainbuster! 

 

Nero is struggling with blood!

 

Colin: Stomp out by Brian. Nero trips Brian and his head hits the steps!

 

Brian's wound is even wider now, and dripping blood!

 

Kendra: These two just will not stop!! This is wild. Nero would be wise to give up. Brian picks the steps up and just whangs them at Nero! Good lord. Nero with that creepy-ass smile and spits blood again, this time into Brian's eye. Struggling to get it out, Nero charges but Brian reverses into a back body drop! Nero hits the steps. Oh no, what's...what's Brian doing, he's got the other steps and he SANDWICHES NERO BETWEEN THEM!

 

Nero is considered unable to continue! Brian wins!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, BRIIIIAN STOOOORM!

 

Colin: What a mess! While we get this cleaned up let's-

 

Lights start to flicker as the sound of “Survival of the Fittest” by Mobb Deep starts to play low inside the arena.

 

 

Before the lyrics start the sound of a scratching record can be hard as the lights go out and the big screen comes on with static interference. As the static clears a single dim light bulb can be seen center frame and the silhouette of a man can be seen!

 

??: Well, well well. Looks like today is the day. None of you are prepared for what is in store. There has been some big moment but none of them compare to the plans I have coming.

 

I have been summoned here, it has become time for someone to put their boot down and put an end to the nonsense happening. Yeah yeah. I get it. Who am I to be running my mouth I mean I won't even show my face right?

 

Well later tonight you will know exactly who I am and why I'm so confident I can change the landscape here. Where I'm from running your mouth gets you stomped out unless you can back that up. I don't plan on being stomped out any time soon. I will be the one doing some stomping and that starts later tonight doesn't matter who they put in the ring just let the ring announcer call my name and I'll he ready to put my size 12 Tims across their face for the 1, 2, 3. Or maybe I'll Make them beg for mercy and for it to stop so they may come back next week and compete against someone more their speed.

 

Whoever you are. If you don't yet know who your opponent is yet. Just know im coming to the ring to handle business and you are the first bit of business. See you all in a little bit.

 

Bowen punches the light bulb as he finishes speaking a quick glimpse of what Bowen looks like-

 

 

right before the lights go out on screen and the lights come back on in the area!

 

Kendra: Well that just added a whole layer of what the hell. 

 

Colin: Gave the cleaning crew a chance to do their job though, and we're all set for our next match!

 

TAG TEAM QUALIFIER 2

RUMRUNNERS VS SKYLIGHTS

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Flogging Molly "Devil's Dance Floor" begins to play; during the flute parts Wiski Sour and Glen Leven throw beer cans to the crowd by the stage.

 

 

Colin: I was WONDERING why the section by the stage was 21+!

 

They raise their drinks, causing those who caught the beers to do the same, and when the drum fill kicks in, the tabs snap in unison, everyone taking a drink.

 

Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is to qualify for the Fatal Six-Way! Making their way to the ring, the team of Wiski Sour and Glen Leven, THE RUMRUNNERS!

 

Kendra: And it's a true pub feel that Maine has become, first with the Scots and now we've got a Fighting Irish. The crowd is here for it.

 

They down their beers then jog to the ring high-fiving everyone down the ramp as they go. 

 

 

The lights go out again with little pink lights on the ground and fog rises with the crescendo of the song. As the drums kick in, vertical lasers of all the colors of the rainbow alternate back and forth all through the arena, reflecting on the backs of the silver jackets worn by Rayne Beux and Lazer, whose backs we see. 

 

 

As the synths kick in they raise their arms in unison then quickly turn around with smiles reflected in the lights. The crowd goes wild as they jog down the ramp, high fiving people on either side of the aisle. 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, the tag team of Rayne Beux and Lazer, the SKYLIGHTS!

 

Arvin: It's Pub vs Club in a match of who cares.

 

Kendra: There's actual Tag Team ramifications for the winners of this one for tomorrow's pay per view. 

 

Arvin: I reiterate. Who cares.

 

They slide into the ring, and each taking a diagonal corner, mimic the Sting call with their hands as the Weeknd goes "OOOOH". They jump down and high-five.

 

The bell rings, as Lazer and Wiski start.

 

Colin: Wiski comes straight in with a boxing combo. Lazer blocks a right hook and throws a punch back, and now we're goin' chop for chop. Sour's chops reverberate through the arena, I wouldn't wanna get hit by that.

 

Kendra: Lazer blocks Sour's arm and gets her into an armbar, and wrenching a bit but Sour able to judo flip her away and lock her in her own armbar WAIT LAZER GETS HER AROUND INTO A LAZER LIGHT SUPLEX! 

 

1!

 

Arvin: Glen gets her legs to the ropes and we're keeping it going. Lazer lets go, and Wiski takes the opportunity to hit her with a jumping clothesline. Off the ropes and Lazer catches her into a powerslam!

 

Colin: Quick punches by Lazer and Light Bright! 

 

1!

2!

TH...NO!

 

Kendra: Glen pulls Wiski out of danger again! Where's Rayne Beux in all of this? Wiski reverses this into the Crossface! She's got Lazer On Tap!!

 

Colin: Reaching out for Rayne Beux and...RAYNE BEUX JUMPS OFF THE APRON! SHE'S LEAVING LAZER HANGING! NO! WHY??

 

Arvin: NOW I can get behind this. She's choosing to do her makeup instead!

 

Kendra: And Lazer taps! 

 

RumRunners win by Submission!

 

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Glen Leven and Wiski Sour, RUMRUNNERS!

 

As RumRunners leave, Rayne Beux re-enters the ring and gets in Lazer's face.

 

 

Lazer: Why, Rayne?

 

Rayne holds Lazer's chin with a sneer.

 

Rayne: What's my name? 

 

Lazer: Rayne Beux.

 

Rayne smacks Lazer then gets back in her face.

 

Rayne: My real name, bitch. What's my real name?

 

Lazer: Kam...Kameron. 

 

Rayne: Very good. You know some details about me. And you also must be aware of how much you're holding me back.

 

Rayne Beux lowers the straps on her singlet to reveal-

 

 

Colin: No! NO!

 

Rayne - now Kamry Kruel - begins stomping Lazer out, and her new teammates come out. 

 

 

Kendra: Kruel is just stomping out Lazer! KRUEL IS CONSTANTLY GROWING AND NOW THEY'VE CLAIMED RAYNE!

 

Kamry tosses Lazer out of the ring and Kylie and Kelly raise her hand as the crowd boos.

 

Krissy: I suppose you all want your overgrown children, your living action figures, out here instead? You wanna play parasocial astronaut with Charlotte Not-In-Touch-With-Realta?

 

The crowd cheers for this.

 

Krissy: See, this is why I stopped caring about what you want. I've outgrown you. We've outgrown you. You need to take a look at yourselves and ask yourselves when your collective testes are going to finally drop. You have in front of you three absolute knockouts that any of you would be lucky to get five minutes alone with, and you boo us. Oh, I'm sure you have the posters, I've collected the royalties, but you want the silent version of us because you can't handle women with mouths and opinions.

 

The boos intensify.

 

Krissy: It's funny, when I was like you, Charlotte, when I was a little kiddie in an adult body, when I walked around and booped and played space cadet, these people cheered me but they didn't buy me. You all showed me love with your mouths but not with your wallets. No one wanted a Galaxy's Favorite Alien poster. But now you'll look at me all day and then come here and boo me. Ain't that some shit.

 

She smirks now.

 

Krissy: All told, I'd rather have your money than your "love." Both are fleeting but only one gets me glowed up like this, and money doesn't demand you be quiet and quirky to be loveable.

 

Kylie: And money doesn't care if you smile. Can you believe these people used to tell me I need to smile more? When I was literally "smiley"? But no, no bad days, can't drop the veneer, can't even sigh without some mouthbreather being "You're not Sighy Kylie"? Oh I regret so hard ever going with that persona but I thought I needed your love to be happy. You don't think I see the thinkpieces about how I'm flaky when I was literally going through a mental health crisis? I gave you all of my energy and then you have the audacity to blame me for struggling? Really?

 

Kelly: And money doesn't care how you look. It doesn't care if you weigh too little or too much. It doesn't care if you want no makeup or all the makeup. It doesn't want you to flounce around and do kiss cams and fawn over perverts like Hugh Hefner. It doesn't assume you are stupid or a Fox News anchor because of your hair color. It has no opinions at all, it just does what it's told. It's great to be on the other side of that power dynamic for a change.

 

Kylie: And we're not the only women who feel this way, we're just leading the charge in doing something about it. We're taking back blonde. We're taking back peroxide. We're turning it on its literal and figurative head and making it a symbol of cunning wit and confident power. And if you were paying attention at all last week, you'd be able to name two other people who feel this way.

 

Kavi: You all probably want to know why we're here, and why we cut poor Charlotte's debut short.

 

Kacy: The true answer is that you don't really deserve to know, but as our last favor to you we're going to let you in on it.

 

Kacy: I am a trained stuntwoman and American Ninja Warrior, so you'd think my skills would be lauded. WRONG. I was repackaged as a step above T-shirt cannon girl, as a party person but I barely was given a chance to show out in character or in skill. If I'm going to a party, at least put me in the VIP section. Make me a Baller, not a Bud Light girl.

 

Kacy: My talents in most things surpass literally everyone in this company and in this arena, save my four new friends. So now when I see these gimmicky little gremlins running about, it makes me sick. I want to teach you all the hard truth, the Kruel reality of it, that you're going nowhere fast. If anything I'm doing you gross little greenhorns a favor by speeding that process up, before you try too hard.

 

Kavi: I'm a strong woman, a weightlifter, a muscle builder, and I look good doing it. So what do promoters notice about me? My heritage. It begins and ends there. When I do get noticed for my strength, I get compared to the Great Khali. Seriously? I'm so much more than that.

 

Kavi: When these women gave me a chance to shine, to highlight my skills instead of my sari, you didn't think I was going to take it? When I actually got to do something new and fun with my look, you didn't think I was going to jump at that? I'm more Chyna or Jordynne Grace than I am Khali, I can destroy you and look good doing it.

 

Kavi: And this brings us to Charlotte Realta. You walk in here with your little giggle fits, your little space Harley Quinn bullshit, and you set us all back to gimmicks and infantalizing. So you need to be shipped back to where you came from. Huh, it actually feels weirdly good to be on the other side of that too.

 

Krissy: So we're going to destroy you. We're going to cut your effect before it ruins it for all of us. But, we're sporting, so there's 5 of us, and the 4 nobodies that ran to you, so we'll see you at Spring Sting and show you what crushed dreams look and feel like. Cause we all had to learn, and information has to be passed down from elder to youth.

 

CN Starz comes out.

 

 

Kavi: you got it boss.

 

Kylie: and while you two drop this new kiddies off at school, the rest of us will be putting a bunch of past their prime nobodies to bed.

 

Kelly: we have one and a half wrestlers and one and a half pop stars to deal with. Did I do that math right?

 

Krissy: 50 Cent, I love your music bro but I don’t know what you’re doing thinking you can match us in the ring. Goldberg, man, just give it up. The only one I have a little bit of ring respect for is Maki. Maki, if you decide you don’t wanna play Only Murders in the building-

 

Kylie holds up a black leather shirt that says "KiKi"

 

Kelly: we’ll give you one opportunity to join us instead. We’re perfectly fine to destroy you too if that’s what you prefer.

 

Kylie: we heard your cries girl. You feel you were ripped off an opportunity. We motioning to Kruel we get that. We can give you opportunity.

 

Kelly: we can also destroy your opportunity and give you more to cry about. Your call. We’ll be waiting.

 

Krissy: and this opportunity is not for the rest of you disgusting sweat hogs. We have standards in Kruel. Ugh, the stench in here is getting bad. Let's finish our match quickly, and then after that we’ll be in our tanning beds. If you need us… take a number.

 

KRISSY, KELLY, AND KYLIE KRUEL VS MAKI ITOH, GOLDBERG, AND 50 CENT

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following trios tag match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, the team of Krissy, Kelly, and Kylie Kruel!

 

 

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. 

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First...

 

50 walks with intention down the ring, pointing to his opponents, 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! And his partners-

 

 

Goldberg storms out, and punches the sky on each side of him, with fireworks going off by his punches.

 

 

Ash: From Oklahoma, weighing in at 284 pounds, he is GOLD! BERG!

 

Goldberg yells as he stretches out his muscles. 

 

Arvin: I'm surprised he can still use his arms without spraining something. 

 

Colin: Oh come on. 

 

 

Maki Itoh comes out singing her song, which the crowd sings along. 

 

 

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

 

The bell rings. Kylie and Goldberg start.

 

Arvin: And Kruel giving Maki Itoh the opportunity of a lifetime, let's see if she takes it. 

 

Kendra: Goldberg wants to end this quickly, going for the Spear...NO! KYLIE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND GOLDBERG HITS THE POST! Kylie locking in the Crossface...Goldberg powers up and lifts Kylie with him, Samoan Drop! Picking Kylie up...Military Press Drop! Kylie trips the big man, but he's able to fall into an elbow drop on her. 

 

Colin: Smart play by Goldberg. They both attempt to get to their feet but Kylie first and a subtle but effective low blow kick! Kylie going for a run now OH GOLDBERG WITH THE BACK BODY DROP! Kylie rolling to her feet and going for another charge but a SPINEBUSTER by Goldberg cuts that short too! Goldberg hits a second spinebuster and goes for the pin-

 

1!

 

Arvin: And Kylie gets her shoulder up. Goldberg with the tag now to 50 Cent. 50 throws Kylie across the ropes, Kylie coming back and DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE, SUPERKICK!! GOING FOR THE PIN, WAIT-KELLY AND KRISSY HOLDING DOWN 50'S ARMS-

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Kruel wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Kelly, Krissy, and Kylie...KRUEL!

 

Kylie picks up the microphone as Krissy tosses the shirt to Maki Itoh.

 

Kylie: This is the kind of protection and sisterhood you can have, one that can make you a champion. You have one week to decide if you're in or out, Maki.

 

Kruel flip their hair in unison, leaving Maki Itoh holding the shirt and a decision to make.

 

Arvin: Maki Itoh should join them. She'd be protected and have the blessing of the GM. 

 

Colin: We have enough people embracing the darkness, I think Maki is best served giving the spirit of the fans, and also not being yet another person having the Interrupters proclaiming how bad they are. 

 

Arvin: Maybe she can have them change their theme music to one of her songs. 

 

The crowd pops as on the entrance, Genesis comes out with a chair and a microphone. 

 

 

Genesis puts the microphone to his mouth for a second and the crowd pops. He motions like he's about to say something, then after a few seconds moves the microphone from his face. The crowd cheers pick back up and he motions for quiet as he raises the microphone to his mouth again, ponders for an extended moment, and instead pulls out a clicker that he points to the titantron. 

 

In the video Genesis pulls up a chair a la Steve Rogers in Spider-Man

 

Genesis: So. You think you can eschew order.

 

Did you think this would work for you? Cassandra Cash. You thought you could table my chances at a title shot, and you're not even in the title conversation. Balor Wolfe. You thought you could insert yourself into a title shot on your first day here, and now you lost your match and ended your title hunt, didn't you.

 

And then we come to one of my opponents today. SlowMo, SlowMo, SlowMo. You and your little Currency Cartel tried to take me out of a title contender hunt and stick a mask on me to put me in the way of Daniel but even with all that you couldn't buy a win.

 

Meanwhile, Omega and I have a much simpler path to qualifying for a title match. So out of all of us, it looks like only I have the potential for gold around me.

 

Let this be a lesson to all of you that order always wins in the end.

 

Genesis presses a button to end the video, then picks up his chair, gives a curt nod, and walks back out of the arena.

 

Colin: That was certainly...a way to do it...

 

Kendra: I don't know that I'd call the six-way "simple", and he's yet to even qualify. Also, SlowMo IS a Champion. Just...not here.

 

Arvin: Also, he's convinced himself that they planted the mask on him to get the ire of Daniel. Just all sorts of delusion going on.

 

Colin: But we've got our British Isle Block to continue, this match borne of a Shoey Showdown. 

 

Kendra: Does Tyler even know he got roped into this?

 

CASSANDRA CASH AND ROD CRANE VS PEN GWEN AND TYLER HAYES

 

Ding ding ding!

 

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

 

 

The arena flashes green and gold during the bass line then the lights dim as the guitars kick in, with dollar signs illuminating around the arena. When the synth kicks in, Cassandra Cash comes out holding her briefcase full of money as fireworks illuminate around her. 

 

 

Ash: First, representing Zora Luthor International, from Poponduetta, New Guinea, Dirrrrty Money, CASSANDRA CASH!

 

Cassandra Cash carries her briefcase briskly down the ramp to a chorus of boos.

 

Arvin: The song itself says it, "Money conquers faith and love." She doesn't need the approval of the lobster fishers here. 

 

Colin: She's not going to tip you for saying that. 

 

Arvin: I have my tip screen up. She'll see it. 

 

 

The fizz shows on the titantron as static before the guitar riff kicks in and the video changes to the Union Jack done in the DX "X" style. As the drum hits, Rod Crane punches through a "screen" causing fireworks to go off in the 8-direction blaze, representing the Union Jack.

 

 

Ash: And her partner, from Scunthorpe, England, weighing in at 187 pounds, the Scum of Scunthorpe, the Unstable Kid, ROD CRANE!

 

Kendra: What brings these two together?

 

Colin: A feeling of entitlement and assumption of ownership mostly.

 

Arvin: A knowledge that they're better than most.

 

 

The drums kick in and videos of bird wings flying at the screen in increasing speed plays on the titantron. As the main guitar riff kicks in, Pen Gwen jumps onto the stage to a quick flashbang and cheers. 

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, representing the Birds of Play, from Invercargill, New Zealand, PEN GWEN!

 

Colin: And Cass is staring down the woman who replaced her in the Birds of Play. 

 

Arvin: Oh please, no one could truly replace Cassandra.

 

Colin: At least Pen Gwen isn't liable to throw a title match for money.

 

 

Lights go out before his music hits, then the Pretender is blasted through the stadium with Yellow & Green lights floating over the crowd. When ready the lights will meet directly at the top of the crowd. Where Tyler is standing proud.

 

 

Kendra: He's HEEEEEEEEEERE.

 

Ash: And her partner! From Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 220 pounds, TYYYYLER! HAYYYYYES!

 

He makes his way down through the crowd making sure to shake hands with anyone who wants it. He signs an autograph for a fan at the front of the barrier, jumps over the barricade and does a lap of the ring smacking the crowds hands as he comes around, he shakes hands with the commentators, slides into the ring and shakes hands with the ref, and his partner. He tries to shake hands with Rod but Rod refuses and the bell rings.

 

Kendra: What a friendly chap! 

 

Arvin: Even I can't hate on him, as he grapples up with Rod Crane. Crane whips Tyler across the ring, Tyler ducks the lariat, back around and blocks an arm flip from Crane to get in the armbar. Crane flips out of the hold and sweep to down Hayes. Hayes rolls back and evades the stomp, hooks the leg and brings Crane down for an ankle lock.

 

Colin: Crane trying to get a tag and Hayes pulling him back further, Crane struggling with this hold but gets in the enziguiri! Crane off the ropes and gets some air on that elbow drop! Crane gets the tag in now and Cass coming in hot with some stomps. Hayes grabs the legs and gets her to the ground, getting in a Boston Crab! 

 

Kendra: One of the things I'd heard about Hayes is that he can get you in a submission from just about anywhere, and not just rinky dink ones but real holds. We're certainly seeing that now as he pulls some elevation on that Crab, getting Cash away from the ropes.

 

Arvin: Cash pushes back and recoils Hayes to his corner! Hayes tags Gwen in! Gwen with a series of devastating backhand chops now, running off the ropes and splash! Going for a pin but Cash gets her up early. Cash throwing a short arm lariat and simply decapitating Gwen with it. Gwen slides through Cash's legs to the other side and jumping snap mare! Pen Gwen gets a headlock in and trying to wear Cash down, OH! Cash gets her up and Backpack Stunner! Tags Crane back in, Crane with a frog splash into the match and going for a cover-

 

1!

 

Kendra: Gwen gets her flipper up and the count broken. Crane sends her across the way, she evades Crane's boot, comes back around and a battering ram headbutt! Tags Hayes back in, Hayes comes in with a solid three-punch combo and a wristlock. Twisting the wristlock now and getting the head trapped in! Crane fighting to get to get out of it, getting himself towards the ropes, going for the tag, Hayes pulls him back but Cash gets a punch in the head to Hayes and Crane rolls back into a Victory!

 

1!

 

Colin: Crane clearly frustrated, speeds his fists up for maximum impact and making the damage level that much more intense, Hayes getting pushed back into the corner and Crane whips him to the other turnbuckle, coming up for a Bronco Buster! Hayes just getting pounced into that turnbuckle! Crane coming back, going for a Stinger Splash and Hayes moves! German suplex roll-up, going for the pin...

 

1!

 

Arvin: Not moving far beyond a 1 count, but not for lack of trying. Rod rolls back around and hits a low front dropkick. Running back, lining up and Penalty Kick! FC UK from Crane! That could be it here!

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Unbelievable! Hayes gets the shoulder up! Crane is pissed now! Crane throws Hayes into the corner, loading up punches to the midsection like it's a potato bar. Tag to Cash, lifting Hayes up on his shoulders, Cash goes up to the top, DOOMSDAY DEVICE! WAIT HOW...HAYES MANAGES TO REVERSE IT INTO AN ARMBAR!

 

Kendra: This is what I was saying, Colin, submission from anywhere.

 

Arvin: Crane still in the ring and breaks the hold, Pen Gwen coming into the ring, running headbutt sends them both to the mat! Gwen unloading punches on Crane on the outside! Cash with a hurricanrana to Hayes! Coming off the ropes and taking the spin on the Shining Wizard and Cassandra could be looking to Cashout, NO! HAYES DUCKS AND HOOKS THE LEG! HE'S GOT IN THE FIGURE FOUR! Getting the Kimura situated...OUTBACK LOCK! OUTBACK LOCK! 

 

Tyler Hayes and Pen Gwen win by Submission!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, TYLER HAYES AND PEN GWEN!

 

Colin: And what's happening now...HAYES GOING UNDER THE RING....Is this going to be another Bet...that's a box o' boots! And a 12-pack of bottled beer! This is the most drunk show we've had in some time, I guess it's fitting for the first show after St. Pat's, oh thank you sir!

 

Kendra: Oh I get one too. Thank you!

 

Arvin: What's this we're doing now?

 

Colin: Apparently it's a shoey. And he throws one into Pen Gwen and you can see her face absolutely light up. 

 

Kendra: This is what she wanted this whole time! She wanted to do a shoey with the new guy, and she is getting her w-

 

 

Colin: The Inferno Champion is here! The Inferno Champion is here! And you can see the look on Pen Gwen's face just deflate. 

 

Kendra: Is this shoey just not destined to happen?

 

Colin: Ace approaching the ring now, and he's staring both of them down.

 

Kendra: The air is deathly silent now, no one knows what's going to happen.

 

Colin: We could have a potential for a real issue and...he's going down to the apron to get something. Doesn't look one of Tyler's boots though.

 

Arvin: What could possibly-

 

Colin: HE HAS HIS OWN BOOT! HE HAS AN ACE ANARCHY BOOT! HE COMES BACK IN THE RING!

 

Kendra: The relief in this room is matched only by the Ecstasy on Pen Gwen's face! Drinks poured, drinks all around! They clink boots and SHOEY! LET'S GO!

 

The crowd absolutely loses it for Ace Anarchy joining Tyler Hayes and Pen Gwen and the announcers in a Shoey.

 

The three fist bump as the screen starts showing wartime video.

 

ACE ANARCHY VS TANK VANGUARD

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from the Outback, Australia, weighing 225 pounds, the Thunder from Down Under, AAAACE! AAAANARCHY!

 

 

The lights dim as green and red lasers cut through the darkness.

 

 

A thunderous explosion of artillery-style pyro erupts at the entrance. Tank Vanguard steps onto the stage, scanning the crowd before giving a sharp salute.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From the Barracks, weighing in at 275 pounds, TANK VANGUARD!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Anarchy wasting no time, runs him through with that big boot! Tank bounces up, goes for the running clothesline and Anarchy ducks and STATE OF DECAY! Anarchy goes for the pin but Vanguard quickly kicks out. Anarchy and Vanguard up, Anarchy going for another big boot, Vanguard sidesteps him and CONCUSSIVE BLAST! Going for a pin, but Ace rolls out. 

 

Kendra: Ace giving hims f a bit of runway and running through the ropes and ANOTHER STATE OF DECAY! 

 

1!

2!

Thr...NO!

 

Kendra: He's gonna have to do more than hit a few big moves to get this wrapped. 

 

Arvin: Or he can just hit a Down with the System and hope for the best, I guess. Goes for the pin, once again, DO THE WORK. Like Tank, hitting him with the Headbutts and pulls him up into an Alabama Slam! Gets him up in a Deadlift Gutwrench and ROLLICKS HIM WITH THE BLITZKRIEG! 

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: WAIT! Pen Gwen pulls Anarchy to the ropes. Tank is PISSED.

 

Arvin: For good reason! Disqualify Anarchy! 

 

Colin: Anarchy able to get him up and that double underhook...FULL HOUSE!

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Ace Anarchy wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, ACE! ANAAAAARCHY!

 

Colin: And that's how you do it.

 

Arvin: Do what? Cheat?

 

Kendra: Our next match is going to give us some insight into tomorrow's main event.

 

HONEYCOMB QUALIFIER 4

DINAH SOAR VS KID KROSS VS RENAUD LAVILLENIE VS THOR VS DONNA MATRIX VS DOROTHY DAMAGE

 

 

The beats to the beginning of the song cause yellow lights to flash as if warning lights with gray lights imitating a tornado cutting them. The ramp turns yellow. 

 

As the opening lyrics hit, the "tornado" shows Dorothy Damage. 

 

 

Ash: First! From Topeka, Kansas, DOROTHY DAMAGE!

 

Dorothy Damage walks with her basket to the ring. 

 

 

The Jurassic Park Theme song plays as the stage has lights that mimic an electric fence that Dinah Soar busts through.

 

 

Ash: From Isla Nublar, DINAH SOAR!

 

Dinah scampers down the ramp.

 

 

Renaud Lavillenie bows at the stage as "Ave Maria" plays.

 

 

Ash: From Paris, France, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Master of Precision, RENAUD LAVILLENIE!

 

 

"Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin plays as Thor slides down on a zipline to the ring.

 

 

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

 

 

The lights go dark and green code runs on the Titantron as well as in hologram around the arena. Donna Matrix comes out with a cat o' nine tails made of ethernet cables. 

 

 

Ash: From the edge of reality, DONNA MATRIX!

 

The lights suddenly cut out for a brief moment and explode and strobe to the heavy riff of Soundgarden’s Outshined. 

 

 

The crowd is on their feet in support of the Kid they identify with. The Hometown Hero and the Kross town Rival. Twisted Kid Kross.

 

 

Ash: Ladies and gentlemen, from the depths of despair and depravity of Sunnyvale Trailer Park, in Sunnyvale Nova Scotia Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, your hometown hero and their cross town rival, Twisted Kiiiiiddddd Kross!!  

 

Kid Kross saunters down to the ring with his flashy blue and green vest with a facial depiction of “the green bastard”, a local Sunnyvale wrestler. He has his aviators on carrying a hockey stick over his shoulder. His long hair flowing behind him. Kid Kross kneels down In the ring with his arms out to the side as the music hits the chorus “ Show me the power child I’d like to say, that I’m down on my knees today”. He pops back up when the lyrics say “it gives the butterflies, gives me away until I’m up on my feet again”. He climbs to the second rope and raises his stick in unison with “OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED, OUTSHINED!”

 

Ash: Kid Kross! the one we’ve all been waiting for! He’s here to take  professional wrestling by storm!

 

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

 

Colin: Renaud with a quick punch to Dorothy to start. Dinah to the ropes, springboard spinkick and she is able to catch both Kross and Donna Matrix! Off the ropes and a leg drop! Renaud gets the Precision Targeting lock in on Donna Matrix and she's fighting to the ropes, but Renaud puts the pain on her and she's already down for the count! 

 

Donna Matrix is eliminated by Renaud Lavillenie!

 

Arvin: Not a very effective dominatrix if you can't handle pain. 

 

Kendra: Renaud up from the hold and immediately catches a basement dropkick by Dinah. Thor finally getting himself involved in this match and a bionic elbow to Kross, and following that up with some stomps. Look out Thor! Renaud with a sliding dropkick to the back of his knees. Dorothy following that up with a boot to Thor's face.

 

Colin: Kross trying to run for a lariat to Thor but Dinah intercepts and a ripcord double-underhook DDT! DDT Rex! Kross to his feet and Dorothy runs him down with a discus Shining Wizard! He's off to see The Wizard! Dorothy with the pin but Kross gets his shoulder up!

 

Kendra: Oh Damage is not happy about that and she's staying on top of Kross to drill him with a series of bionic elbows. Renaud pushes her off, looks like he's going for a hold but KROSS WITH A ROLL-UP POSSUM! Renaud kicks out easily. 

 

Arvin: Thor going in for the Thunderstrike on Kross, KROSS GETS THE ARM HOOKED! Lifting him up, taking him for a spin and a trip to Sunnyvale! The pin!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Thor is eliminated by Kid Kross!

 

Colin: Kross took that intensive beating but still managing to put the primary hurt on. Impressive for sure. 

 

Kendra: Dorothy hits Kross with a Poison Rana, Dinah comes with a float-over neckbreaker WAIT NO RENAUD PULLS HER BACK DOWN, HOOKING THE ARM AND HAS JOINT MANIPULATION ON THE MENU!

 

Arvin: DInah Soar able to use her flexible joints and slither out of that one. Kross rolling away from the Poison Rana, gets a run going and absolutely mollywhops Dorothy with the Kross Over! Dorothy gets up before Kross can get a pin but Kross catches her with a quick Samoan.

 

Colin: Dinah throws Renaud into the corner! Out to the apron now, climbing the turnbuckle and lifting Renaud up! That's a precarious position she's finding herself in to pull a Spider-Man move like that, but it seems to be paying off...INVERTED PEDIGREE! Dorothy just Dropped a House on Renaud! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Renaud Lavillenie is eliminated by Dorothy Damage! 

 

Kendra: Kid Kross has himself perched on the apron and CATCHES DOROTHY WITH THE KROSS OVER!

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Dorothy Damage is eliminated by Kid Kross!

 

Colin: AND A KROSS TOWN FROWN TO DINAH SOAR! ABSOLUTE RAMPAGE BY KID KROSS!

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Dinah Soar is eliminated by Kid Kross, making Kid Kross the winner!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, KID KROSS!

 

Colin: And the Krosstown Rival is goin' to Boston as the 4th piece of the Honeycomb Puzzle! Unbelievable!

 

 

The setting is a private lounge in the arena, a venue Ralph Silva has chosen for its exclusivity and ambiance. A polished mahogany table sits in the center, illuminated by a single overhead light. The tension in the air is thick as Ralph, ever the picture of composed authority, takes his seat at the head of the table. He adjusts his light blue suit with the precision of a man who controls the narrative.

 

Across from him, Mal Sangre, Sombras, Davy Boy, and Tragedeigh await, each with their own thoughts about what this meeting could mean.

 

Ralph clears his throat and folds his hands together, his piercing brown eyes locking onto Mal Sangre first. As Ralph begins, his tone is measured but dripping with controlled disappointment. 

 

 

Ralph:

"Let’s talk about failure. A word I don’t particularly like to use, but one that I must, given recent history. You had two chances to put Aztec in the ground—to break him, humiliate him, strip him of everything. And yet, here we are. Not once, but twice, you came up short."

 

Mal Sangre clenches his jaw, his knuckles turning white against the table. Sombras remains motionless, watching from the shadows.

 

Ralph:

"Now, I could sit here and say you were unlucky, that circumstances conspired against you, that maybe—just maybe—Aztec got away with something he shouldn't have. But I don’t make excuses. You see, when you represent me, there is no room for excuses. There is only results."

 

A heavy silence follows, Ralph’s voice echoing in the back of Mal Sangre’s head like a slow, steady drumbeat of judgment.

 

Ralph:

"But, despite all that, I am not a man who abandons investments so easily. I’ve been in this business long enough to know that opportunities don’t come often, but when they do, they must be seized." He leans forward, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "And so, I have done what I do best. I have secured an opportunity—an opportunity for championship gold."

 

Mal Sangre sits up, his frown twisting into a grin. 

 

 

Mal Sangre:

"I knew you wouldn't give up on us! I knew you believed in La Sangre Maldita! We won’t fail this time, Ralph, I swear it. We will bring the MAWL tag team champions to their knees!"

 

But Ralph, calm as ever, shakes his head.

 

Ralph:

"Not we, They."

 

Mal Sangre blinks. His grin falters. 

 

Mal Sangre:

"...What?"

 

Ralph leans back, exhaling as if he’s explaining something painfully obvious. 

 

Ralph:

"The MAWL Tag Team Championship opportunity doesn’t belong to La Sangre Maldita as you know it. It belongs to Davy Boy and Sombras."

 

 

The weight of those words crashes over Mal Sangre like a collapsing temple. His entire body tenses, his fingers digging into the edge of the table.

 

Mal Sangre:

"You—you’re replacing me?" 

 

His voice carries equal parts disbelief and fury. Ralph tilts his head, expression unreadable. 

 

Ralph:

"I’m doing what’s best for business. I put my faith in you, but faith alone does not win matches. Sombras has earned his keep. Davy Boy—well, he’s a superstar, and I only deal with the best. The MAWL Tag Team Championships deserve a team that will not squander their opportunity."

 

Davy Boy, sitting back with an arrogant smirk, doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. He already knows he’s the golden boy in this situation.

 

Sombras, for his part, remains quiet, offering Mal Sangre no reassurance.

 

Mal Sangre grits his teeth, his body language shifting from shock to simmering rage. 

 

Mal Sangre:

"You think I’m just going to sit here and let you—"

 

Ralph raises a single finger, silencing him.

 

Ralph:

"You will sit here, and you will accept the fact that this is what’s best. Because if you don’t, you may find yourself without a place at this table at all."

 

The room holds still. Tragedeigh, who has been watching the entire exchange with silent intrigue, finally speaks up. 

 

 

Tragedeigh:

"You always were one for theatrics, Ralph, but you do know how to keep things interesting."

 

Ralph allows himself a small smirk before turning his attention back to Mal Sangre. 

 

Ralph:

"Now, I’m not throwing you away. Yet. But let’s be clear—your place in my circle is no longer guaranteed. Do you want to prove you’re still valuable to me? Then earn it. Find a way. Make yourself undeniable. Until then… watch from the sidelines as your partner moves on without you."

 

Mal Sangre looks to Sombras, searching for even a glimmer of defiance, a sign that his long-time partner will reject this decision.

 

But Sombras merely nods at Ralph’s words. A final betrayal. Ralph stands, adjusting his cuffs.

 

Ralph:

"That will be all. Davy Boy, Sombras—we’ll discuss strategy soon. Tragedeigh, as always, your presence is a pleasure. Mal Sangre… you know what you need to do."

 

With that, Ralph turns on his heel, leaving the room with the confidence of a man who has already won.

 

Mal Sangre, however, remains frozen in place, his world cracking apart at the seams.

 

He had been part of the Cursed Bloodline for years. But now, it seems, the greatest curse of all… was irrelevance.

 

 

[Scene: A gritty, dimly lit gym filled with training mats. Tyler Hayes, dressed in his fight gear, is tightening his new signature boots with focus.]

 

 

Narrator (V.O.):
“In the world of submission fighting, it’s all about precision, control, and power. Tyler Hayes has mastered it all—and now, he’s bringing that same intensity to his new line of boots.”

 

[Cut to Tyler Hayes in the ring, effortlessly locking in a perfect submission hold. The camera zooms in on his boots, showing them in action as he moves with fluidity and precision.]

 

 

Narrator (V.O.):
“Introducing the Tyler Hayes Submission Boots—engineered for quick, calculated movements and unbeatable grip. Designed for the fighter who dominates every step of the way.”

 

[Cut to Tyler Hayes backstage after a victorious match. He smiles and grabs a beer from a cooler, pouring it into one of his boots with the crowd cheering around him.]

 

Tyler Hayes (grinning, holding the boot with beer inside):
“In the ring, I leave everything out there. And when I win, I celebrate like I fight—with power, style, and a bit of fun. Grab your boots, and join me for a real victory celebration.”

 

[Cut to slow motion of Tyler Hayes doing a shoey with beer, the crowd roaring in the background. He takes a huge gulp, slamming the boot down with satisfaction.]

 

Narrator (V.O.):
“The boots that work as hard as you do. Tyler Hayes Submission Boots—designed for the fighter who knows how to win... and how to celebrate after.”

 

[On-screen text: “Tyler Hayes Submission Boots – Now Available. Own the fight. Celebrate the victory.”]

 

 

 

The scene opens with Viktor Dragovich standing in the frame, holding a microphone, with Ivan Volkov standing silently beside him. Viktor steps forward, his smirk cold and calculating.

 

 

Viktor Dragovich (with a wicked grin):
"You’ve all seen the destruction outside, haven’t you? You all know what happens when you push us too far. This is what happens when Radio Silence is allowed to reign. Ivan... do you feel the storm coming?"

 

As Viktor speaks, the camera slowly pulls back, revealing the chaos unfolding throughout the backstage area. Radio Silence is wreaking havoc. Balor Wolfe, Zagreus, Johnny, and V are seen mercilessly attacking staff and stagehands. The camera shakes slightly as Johnny and V toss a cameraman aside, jumping off crates and delivering brutal strikes to anyone who tries to stop them.

 

 

The backstage area is completely overrun, and no one is safe.

 

The camera moves to focus on The Doomsayers and The Prophet.

 

 

The Prophet, desperate and terrified, is seen begging for mercy, hands raised in futile defense. Balor, with a sinister grin, grabs The Prophet by the throat and slams him through a food table with a loud crash.

 

 

The Doomsayers are left to cower and struggle against the assault, but it’s clear that Radio Silence is in full control.

 

Le Lutteur—Renaud Lavillenie and Marion Bartoli—are next in the line of fire.

 

 

They try to fight back but are swiftly overwhelmed by Radio Silence. Johnny and V send them crashing into nearby equipment, leaving them lying motionless in the wreckage of the backstage area.

 

The camera then shifts to Viktor Dragovich and Ivan Volkov, who are witnessing the destruction. Viktor's grin remains, but there’s an unsettling air as Ivan remains eerily silent, his cold eyes scanning the chaos. Suddenly, Balor Wolfe—amidst the carnage—grabs the camera from a nearby cameraman, who is quickly thrown into a stack of tables by Johnny and V in the background.

 

Balor lifts the camera to his face, his gaze piercing and full of fury.

 

Balor Wolfe (shouting into the camera):
"I told you, CEO’s! Give me Sharp inside Hell in a Cell, or this will keep happening! It’s on you now!"

 

He slams the camera down hard, causing it to rattle. But before it cuts, Balor's wrath doesn’t stop there. In the background, Viktor Dragovich and Ivan Volkov are suddenly caught off-guard. Johnny and V leap at them, and the two powerhouses are sent crashing into the wreckage. Ivan is slammed into a stack of crates, while Viktor is thrown against a locker with a brutal crash, both men helpless against the sheer ferocity of Radio Silence's assault.

 

The camera finally cuts back to ringside, where the crowd is on fire, chanting loudly, their voices echoing throughout the arena.

 

Crowd (chanting in unison):
"WOLFE! WOLFE! WOLFE!"

 

The segment ends with Radio Silence’s rampage continuing backstage, their dominance undeniable, and the echoes of the crowd’s chant filling the arena as the chaos unfolds.

 

 

*THE FOLLOWING IS A PAID ADVERTISEMENT*

 

 

Shakti: Hi! It's me again. I'm excited to bring you the next iteration of Cover and DLC Reveal, and briefly highlight a feature. So let's get into it, shall we? This week I'm excited to get some love shown over to the XBox Crowd. 

 

 

Shakti: So let's talk current-Gen, Series X/S. We've got Deep Space 10 herself, Kalpana, on the standard. Kalpana has been instrumental in the game creation process and despite what you see on TV, she's actually a sweetheart though she'd kill me for saying that. The deluxe cover is symbolized through Ace Anarchy and Neonyx Notorio, Mania has the man itself Goldberg, and I'm particularly proud of what we were able to do with the Face of Fear cover, with El Orador and his newest client Superstar Davy Boy prominent, then Donna Matrix, James D, and WildFire, and believe it or not that's actually Brick Benson in the back but rocking a Sabatelli suit. And that's gonna get into what I wanna talk about briefly with you today. But before I do that, DLC drop time! Today we're talking about Pack 2, set to release in July!

 

 

Shakti: One of the things we've been able to pride ourselves on is keeping fairly recent on our rosters, it's often a complaint people have with their wrestling games, and so DLC pack has been able to keep up all the way through the introduction of Tyler Hayes.

 

Now there's some cool things happening in this pack, including the multi-level Sex Appeal Brawl Arena and Dumpster Match so you can relieve or change the history of the Storm/Nero match which I personally find a favorite. Also here we have something I'm shocked and proud we were able to pull off and that's the Shoey Boot.

 

This has two potential routes based on the order in which you use it. If you use your taunt to drink from the boot, it will get you up to your signature bar but there's no extra animation. If you hit someone with the boot first, you get a cool splash effect from the booze in the boot...but no powerup. It's a level of in-match decision making that I am so impressed with our design team for getting in there. 

 

And yes, I know that two new people debuted this week that you're watching, and Nero changed his look, and Rayne Beux defected to Kruel. We already know how those changes are going to be updated in our future DLC packs and yes that includes the use of the Spike Jacket, I see you Brian Storm. Take that, other wrestling games.

 

 

Shakti: If, like me, you long for the versions of these wrestlers that came around during the W2, the 2 Sweet Pack is going to give you that Bakewell of Backdating. Can I take that again? No? Okay. This is where I especially love that we don't just do reskins. This pack brings you banger tracks like Hozier "Too Sweet", Ileo "Serotonin", System of a Down "Sugar", and if you want to troll your friend you can change their theme to "Surfin' Bird." AND this includes the Robed version of Violet, who I'm sure if and when we greenlight the third game, she'll be a cover star contender. 

 

 

Shakti: And when we take it up to Face of Fear, half of this pack seemed a given - if you're going to bring in the Psycho $upreme himself, you gotta make sure he has his crew with him. They were such an integral part of what became the Dumpster Match, that having them move from background NLCs in that match type just felt right. And then if you have Jassy you gotta have Maricela. 

 

And now let's get to the new mode, the TURF WAR.

 

At the start there are several Factions you can play as:

Zora Luthor International, as Kalpana, looking to buy out the best fighters;

La Sangre Maldita, as Sangre Maldita, looking to prove your continued worth by converting your enemies;

Radio Silence, as Balor Wolfe, looking to enhance the impact of your chaos;

La Family, as Tino Sabatelli, looking to build an army to take down corruption at the top; 

Sanity in Ring, as Brick Benson, looking to de-freakify your beloved federation; 

MAWL, as Schmetterling, looking to un-brainwash your colleagues from their gangs;

or an alternate fed - choice of Ring the Belle, Eastern Kaos Wrestling, or Waves of Pain, as a Created Superstar, looking to take over MAWL in the name of your chosen federation.

 

Completing all of these will unlock two new faction options - A New Fed, where you create your own federation and theme; and  Milo Rivers "The Statman", which creates a new faction, the Immortal Ones. Complete the latter and you unlock Aztec.

 

There are three sub-modes of play, any of which will count as a completion but returning to which will get you more cool music and characters, so feel free to keep it running! The three modes are: 

- Total Domination: Convert EVERYONE.

- Gold Diggers: Create the Best Team and Obtain All the Belts.

- Top Down: Convert the Faction Leaders - Zora Luthor, Ralph "El Orador" Silva, Alastor, The Grand Don, Rina Kabayashi, Leila Blake, Elisa Mae He, Baz McCobb, and Marvin Patel. This mode allows you to unlock these characters as playable!

 

And yes, PvP and Online Play will factor in here, each of these modes allow for an Immersive MMO experience for up to 9 teams of up to 5 people (this becomes 10 teams once you unlock The Immortal Ones).

 

Every character is adaptable, and I mean every. And we've been so fortunate with music acts willing to give us some gems to go along with this. I'm going to give you three examples, and then I'll send you back to the second half of your card.

 

 

Shakti: Dangerous Johnny Dagger can be transformed in the following ways:

  • ZLI: J. Dagger; Theme Song: MisterWives "Dagger"
  • LSM: Daga Peligrosa; Theme Song: The pAper chAse "What Should We Do With Your Body (The Lightning)"
  • RD: DAGGER; Theme Song: The Offspring "Living In Chaos"
  • LF: Johnny Stabs; Theme Song: Finger Eleven "Don't Look Down"
  • SIR: John Dagger; Theme Song: Collective Soul "Burn"
  • WP: DJ D; Theme Song: Linkin Park "Session" 
  • RTB: "The Dagger" Johnny Danger; Theme Song: The Raconteurs "Carolina Drama"
  • EKW: Dangerous John; Theme Song: Big Data "Dangerous"

 

 

Shakti: And his tag team partner, Reckless Razi Shah:

  • ZLI: Razi Shah, CFO; Theme Song: Rihanna "Bitch Better Have My Money"
  • LSM: Hell Razr; Theme Song: AWOLNATION "Run"
  • RD: Razi Shaman; Theme Song: Alaska In Winter "Divine Miscalculations"
  • LF: Roughshod Raz; Theme Song: Noga Erez "The Vandalist"
  • SIR: Raw Z; Theme Song: The Joy Formidable "Cut Your Face"
  • WP: Shredder Shah; Theme Song: Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet "Having an Average Weekend" 
  • RTB: Shotgun Shah; Garbage "Man on a Wire"
  • EKW: Razi Rex; Miley Cyrus "Wrecking Ball"

 

 

Shakti: And to show the range, here's one of the most ridiculous characters, Capybara:

  • ZLI: The Capybaron; Theme Song: Muse "Animals"
  • LSM: RABYD; Theme Song: Nine Inch Nails "The Ruiner"
  • RD: CP BARA; Theme Song: Metric "Cascades"
  • LF: Busta Cap; Theme Song: Busta Rhymes "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See"
  • SIR: Pedro Bara; Theme Song: Green Day "One Eyed Bastard"
  • WP: Capi Sun; Theme Song: The Surfaris "Wipeout"
  • RTB: Cappy the Kid; Theme Song: Booker Blud, Boy Called Cute "Cap Gun"
  • EKW: "The Captain" Pete Barra; Theme Song: Institute "When Animals Attack"

 

Get all of em, even if you don't use the specific characters you're going to have a hell of an entrance selection. Back to you up front.

 

 

Arvin: Oh good, they have Wipeout! Now I don't have to think too hard on what song I pick when I create you, Colin.

 

 

Colin: However you need to deal with your raging insecurities, Arvin. Which faction do you all think you'd play with first?

 

 

Kendra: I didn't think this would be my answer, but the Sanity outfits are pretty sick so I might actually have to go SIR first. Sangre was my initial thought and I'm still pumped for them so probably Sangre second.

 

Arvin: I gotta give it to my girl Zora. She's a baller and I bet the fits on those others are gonna be TIGHT.

 

Colin: I'm curious honestly about going with MAWL.

 

Arvin: BORING. 

 

Colin: No, see, the reports on the game are that the people who are in the other factions don't just go back to their early versions, because that would undo the point of a whole DLC. So I'm kinda fascinated to see what varied stuff they give to like Zora or Mal Sangre or Morgan Maverick, like that's a whole OTHER personality beyond what's in the DLC, which given how they're doing this means new music new everything. So you're going to potentially get some fun variety. 

 

Arvin: Huh. That's actually an interesting point.

 

Colin: Let us know on our forums which packs you're most excited for, MAWLers. 

 

Kendra: Speaking on variety, we got our next six-pack elimination about to start! Ash?

 

HONEYCOMB QUALIFIER 5

GOZU VS RAGNARRR VS MOON VS RADE VS HOY SUMER VS SOLEMN GUARDIAN

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following is a six-person elimination match and is to qualify for the Honeycomb Match at Spring Sting!

 

Colin: And Kid Kross just qualified earlier so I'm sure he's going to be fascinated by who these last two qualifiers are going to bring to the dance.

 

 

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.  

 

 

Colin: It's the Chair Man of MAWL!

 

Ash: First! From Parts Uknown, weighing 320 pounds, GOZU!

 

Arvin: Everyone knows when you're packing the car, you put the heaviest item in first.

 

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.

 

 

A colorful lightshow dances across the entrance gate. A generic wrestling video plays on the titan-tron, as Moon makes his way to the ring. Moon walks slowly through the main gate. He then poses on top of the turnbuckle before he heads to the center of the ring.

 

 

Ash: In second! From Pune, India, weighing in at 200 pounds, MOON!

 

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.  

 

Kendra: They keep sending these two out right next to each other and both of them pacing like hungry hungry hyenas clearly a second from snapping at any moment. Andra's job cannot be easy in there.


Arvin: These two HATE each other. And Moon didn't seem capable of hate. 

 

 

Colin: If there's anyone these two have more ire at than each other right now, it's gotta be this man right here.

 

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: Third, 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.

 

Kendra: Guardian just last week sniped Gozu's kill and got a quick win, then when Gozu protested was made a quick meal of as well. So you know the steam rising from the ears of the two men in the ring right now is palpable, and Andra's job just got harder by half.

 

The three clearly intend to strike each other but before anything can go down, the lights go pitch black.

 

 

Colin: I never thought I'd be relieved for the lights to go down like this, or to hear that ominous owl or the familiar ticking of the doomsday clock, but here we are.

 

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 immediately holds their microphone down as they have learned by now their microphone is turned off. 

 

 

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: And it was then that the three wise men wisely put down their fists and lay their petty rivalries and squabbles to rest for the night, for they knee that the ticking of the clock and the ringing of the bells foretold the increasing irrelevance of their feud in the face of certain destruction. For about to at once grace and darken their door and leave an impact on their spines and minds, coming from the Black Forest and the deepest caverns of your damaged and distorted psyche, weighing 355 pounds and the weights of your crushed hopes and dreams and title aspirations laid bare and shattered beneath the feet of finality, he is der Blutsammler...

 

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. 

 

Colin: The feeling of relief? It's gone.

 

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.

 

 

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 realizes their mic is back on.

 

 

Ash: Coming in 5th, from 9ja, weighing in at 175 pounds, RAGNARRR!

 

 

The energy in the arena is electric as the next match is about to begin. The crowd waits in anticipation as the opening chords of Little Big’s "Uno" fill the air, signaling the arrival of Hoy Sumer.

 

The stage comes alive in a dazzling pink and yellow glow, reflecting the flamboyance of the superstar about to enter. Then, after the first delicate strum of the Spanish guitar, a moment of absolute perfection—Hoy Sumer strikes a "Blue Steel" pose, his piercing gaze locking onto the cameras.

 

 

Fireworks explode in the shape of a star above him, a display worthy of a champion. The crowd is on their feet, ready to cheer—

 

Before Hoy Sumer can even step fully onto the stage, his body comes flying through the entryway, his music cutting off with a horrifying record scratch. The vibrant pink and yellow lighting flickers for a moment… before suddenly turning blood red.


Through the backstage curtain emerges Mal Sangre, breathing heavily, his eyes ablaze with fury. The air around him feels thick, oppressive, dangerous.

 

 

The crowd erupts into boos and gasps as the realization sets in—Hoy Sumer never even had a chance. His body is sprawled motionless at the foot of the ramp, his entrance stolen, ruined, erased.

 

Colin McRae:

"What the—Mal Sangre has lost it! Hoy Sumer was just coming out for his match and—GOOD GOD, he got taken out like a ragdoll!"



Arvin Wallace Jones: 

"This ain't no tantrum, McRae. This is a man who’s just had his world ripped out from under him, and he’s looking for ANYONE to take it out on!"

 

Mal Sangre storms down the ramp, his movements heavy, deliberate, his fists clenched so tight that his nails dig into his own palms. His body is tensed with rage, his mind replaying Ralph Silva’s words on a loop—

 

"Not we. They."

"Your place is no longer guaranteed."

"Watch from the sidelines."

 

The thought makes him sick. And someone—anyone—is going to feel his pain.

 

As he steps into the ring, the red lighting deepens, casting him in an almost hellish glow. The crowd is unsure whether to boo or just fear what’s coming next.

 

With blood-red lighting painting the scene, Mal Sangre snatches a microphone from ringside and steps into the center of the ring, standing over the lifeless form of Hoy Sumer. His breathing is ragged, his muscles tense, his eyes burning with fury. The audience is still in shock—what should have been a fun, energetic entrance has turned into a scene of pure destruction.

 

Mal Sangre: 

"This… THIS is what happens when you try to take my place. When you stand between me and what is MINE!"

 

He kicks Hoy Sumer’s body aside with the contempt of a man discarding trash. The crowd erupts in boos and gasps, but Mal Sangre doesn’t care. Not anymore.

 

Mal Sangre: 

"I was supposed to be fighting for the MAWL Tag Team Championships! I was supposed to be on top of this division, running it with Sombras!"

 

His voice twists with venom as he spits out that last name.

 

Mal Sangre: 

"But Ralph Silva—THAT SNAKE—took it from me. Just like that. Like I was NOTHING. But I’m still here, dammit! I’m still La Sangre Maldita, and I’m not gonna sit on the sidelines and WATCH!"

 

He turns toward the timekeeper’s area, eyes locked on the officials.

 

Mal Sangre: 

"So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m not leaving this ring. I don’t care who was scheduled for this match—I’m taking Hoy’s place. RIGHT. NOW."

 

The crowd explodes with mixed reactions—some cheering for the chaos, others booing Mal Sangre’s arrogance.

 

At ringside, Andra Jones and Erica Lance are arguing with the ring announcer, Ash Greaves, unsure whether to allow this. Cristel Bassano is backstage, scrambling for confirmation.

 

Colin McRae: 

"This is completely unacceptable! You don’t just assault a man backstage and take his match like it’s nothing!"

 

Arvin Wallace Jones: 

"I mean… McRae, have you seen Mal Sangre? You gonna be the one to tell him no?"

 

The hesitation drives Mal Sangre further into his rage. He storms to the ropes, leaning over and pointing toward Ash Greaves.

 

Mal Sangre: 

"Ring. The. Damn. Bell!"

 

The damn bell rings.

 

Colin: Well, looks like Sangre will be getting this chance now. Meanwhile, Ragnarrr with a fisherman suplex on Moon. This is a man who made quick work of Blood Drawn just last week, surviving the Bloodline Breaker, and now he's looking for more. He picks Moon back up and Gozu wants a piece of that too! DOUBLE CHOKESLAM TO MOON! 

 

Kendra: Sangre finally picking his first target, and makes a whale of a choice in rage, but his rage serving him well and a FULL BODYSLAM TO THE 7 FOOT MONSTER, RADE HAS OVER 100 POUNDS ON SANGRE BUT THE RAGE DRIVES HIM. And Sangre lets out a wild yell but Gozu sees just opportunity and hits him with a Shining Wizard!

 

Arvin: Sangre blowing past Gozu and keeping focus on Rade, and a scoop slam! He's clearly trying to prove something, prison rules, go for the biggest man in the yard. And here comes Guardian, the man who popped up and sniped both Gozu and Moon last week, looking to do that now with Ragnarrr the same way HOLY PRECIPICE STUNNER! Cover-

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: RAGNARRR SAID NOT TODAY! He's up. He looks and Gozu and they nod, looks like they're going for another double team, throwing Moon off the room, but Moon ducks them and back around with a double lariat. And off the ropes Solemn comes with a bulldog to Gozu to add to the conversation!

 

Kendra: Sangre changing his energy and MISTS MOON! AND A CHOKESLAM! Going for the cover but Moon kicks out before one. Sangre up and EATS A STEREO BOOT FROM GOZU AND RAGNARRR! And Gozu spins it around, CHOKESLAM TO RADE! Moon tries to catch him from behind with a punch, Gozu stares him down now. This was a bad idea, but Moon isn't afraid.

 

Arvin: Maybe he should be, Gozu spins him around and Devil's Descent! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Moon is eliminated by Gozu!

 

Colin: And Gozu sends his rival packing! That's gotta feel good for Gozu. But Rade waiting for Gozu, clearly didn't like being chokeslammed and there's a headbutt. Rade sees Ragnarrr coming and says here's a headbutt for you too. Rade goes back to Gozu for a headbutt but Gozu says NOT THIS TIME AND A KYOUKI DRIVER! Going for a pin but Rade rejects it and gets his shoulder up, Gozu gets up but punches him on the way up.

 

Kendra: Gozu gives Guardian his first pain too with a knee shot and he's just on a rampage, and can he get it, he puts a little push into it, and a Devil's Descent! Giving a Devil's Descent to a Devil!! Gozu going for the pin again-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Rade is eliminated by Gozu!

 

Colin: Sangre with the Mist and Bloodline's Wrath to Ragnarrr!! 

 

1!

 

Arvin: RAGNARRR KICKS!! Sangre doesn't accept it and HITS IT AGAIN! But Ragnarrr kicks up before a 1 this time! Sangre's frustration is super-evident. Gozu with a huge headbutt to Guardian, gets him up and KYOUKIIII!!!

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Guardian barely gets the shoulder up! Gozu frustrated and Sangre picked the wrong moment to run up on him, Gozu spins him around for a DEVIL'S DESCENT! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Mal Sangre is eliminated by Gozu!

 

Colin: Sangre does NOT get the job done, and this isn't going to bode well for him. Gozu gets up and right into the Ragnarrr Bomb!

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Gozu gets up...I guess when everyone does some form of pop-up bomb you learn to cushion the fall. Gozu takes it right to Solemn Guardian with the Torii Breaker! But Guardian gets to the rope and the hold is broken. Gozu with some solid fists to the face of Ragnarrr, and a giant Ripcord Lariat to Guardian. Gozu has been a force of supernature this elimination match, single-handedly eliminating half the lineup.

 

Kendra: Ragnarrr with a fisherman DDT to Guardian and Gozu adds a bionic elbow to that. Guardian down and whoa...is Gozu...he's going to the top and PURGATORY PLUNGE!! HE MAY HAVE JUST MADE A CRATER IN THE RING!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Solemn Guardian is eliminated by Gozu!

 

Colin: It's down to Gozu and Ragnarrr! Gozu so far has done all the work elimination wise but takes a fisherman DDT from the Norseman, but Gozu rolls up and SKY HIGH CHOKESLAM!

 

1!

 

Arvin: Ragnarrr kicks! And hammering Gozu with some clubbing blows. Gozu gets him up for a powerbomb BUT WAIT RAGNARRR SLIDES BACK AND GERMAN SUPLEX! 

 

Kendra: Ragnarrr with another quick punch to Gozu. Gozu blocks the next one and a stiff left to the jaw of Ragnarrr but Ragnarrr rollicks him with a giant belly to belly! WAIT GOZU GETS THE CRUCIFIX ARMBAR IN! 

 

Colin: Ragnarrr trying to get himself to the ropes...Gozu pulls him back! Gozu may have just clean swept this...YES!! RAGNARRR TAPS!!

 

Ragnarrr is eliminated by Gozu, making Gozu the winner!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner...GOZU!

 

Colin: Gozu pulled out every weapon in his arsenal and made it happen, cap'n!

 

Arvin: But now the big question remains, what happens to Mal Sangre in the wake of this defeat.

 

 

The camera follows Mal Sangre, his face twisted in a furious scowl, storming through the backstage halls of MAWL. His body is still coated in sweat from the grueling battle, but there is no victory to celebrate tonight. Instead, there is only rage.

 

 

Mal Sangre:

"This is bulls!** This should have been my night! They got lucky! Everyone knows that! I should be out there—standing over a broken body, not walking back here with empty hands!"

 

He reaches a stack of equipment crates and, with a feral snarl, kicks one over. A crew member nearby scurries away before Mal can take his frustration out on anything else. He storms forward, fists clenched, ready to demand answers—ready to demand vengeance.

 

But when he reaches Ralph Silva and Tragedeigh, expecting immediate acknowledgment, he’s met with something far worse.

 

Silence.

 

 

Neither of them are even looking at him. Instead, their eyes are glued to a nearby monitor. The camera shifts, revealing the screen—just in time for the debut of Tragedeigh’s new action figure commercial.

 

 

The scene opens in a dark, lavishly decorated throne room, illuminated only by flickering crimson candles. The air is thick with an eerie, regal atmosphere. A long velvet curtain drapes the background, embroidered with the crest of La Sangre Maldita. A grand chair, more throne than seat, rests in the center of the room. Seated upon it, draped in her crimson and black royal attire, is Tragedeigh, The Red Queen. Standing beside her, ever-charismatic and impeccably dressed in a sharp silver suit, is Ralph "El Orador" Silva. In his hand, a sleek, silver microphone engraved with his initials.

 

 

Ralph Silva:

"Loyal subjects! Warriors! Miscreants! Fools who refuse to acknowledge greatness! I bring to you today something truly special—something that will change the landscape of your collection forever! Presenting…"

 

With a flourish, Ralph gestures towards a pedestal as red mist swirls around it. The camera zooms in, revealing the brand-new Tragedeigh action figure—fully detailed in her battle attire, complete with an intricately designed cape, removable crown, and customizable hands for different poses. The craftsmanship is flawless, the details razor-sharp.

 

 

Tragedeigh:

"Ah, Ralph… Finally, they can hold power in their hands. But let me be clear—this is not a toy. It is a symbol. A symbol of blood, betrayal, and the legacy of The Red Queen.”

 

She slowly rises from her throne, running her fingers along the figure’s packaging, admiring the details of her own likeness.

 

Tragedeigh:

"Do you hear them, Ralph? The whispers in the wind? They call for me… for my story… for vengeance. And now, they shall have a piece of me to command—if they dare."

 

Ralph Silva:

"And for those who don’t dare? Well, let’s just say history is littered with the bones of those who underestimated The Red Queen. But fear not, for I am a generous man! I will give you the opportunity to claim this figure and become part of the legend… before it’s too late!"

 

The camera zooms in on Ralph, his signature silver microphone gleaming as he smirks.

 

Ralph Silva:

"We have limited supplies, because greatness is not meant for the masses—it is exclusive. It is elite. And if you wish to own this masterpiece, you must act swiftly before the fools and cowards steal your chance!"

 

Suddenly, a gust of red mist sweeps across the screen as the commercial’s graphics appear: ORDER NOW – LIMITED EDITION TRAGEDEIGH ACTION FIGURE!

 

The shot returns to Tragedeigh, who tilts her head, staring directly into the camera with an unsettling smile.

 

Tragedeigh:

"But be warned… if you bring me into your home… I will demand loyalty. And should you betray me?"

 

She leans in closer, her eyes dark, voice chilling.

 

"Well… let’s just say there are fates worse than exile."

 

She snaps her fingers. The screen abruptly cuts to black. The only sound remaining? A faint, ghostly chuckle as Ralph Silva's voice echoes one last time.

 

Ralph Silva:

"Bow to the Queen. And make the right choice."

 

The commercial ends with an elegant, blood-red La Sangre Maldita logo appearing on the screen. Beneath it, the tagline: "Power is not given. It is taken."

 

 

 

Ralph Silva:

"Ahhh, now that is how you leave an impression."

 

Mal Sangre, teeth grinding, finally snaps.

 

Mal Sangre:

"Are you serious right now?! I just got screwed out of a win, and you’re sitting here watching a damn toy commercial?!"

 

But before he can say another word—before he can unleash the full force of his rage—a single deliberate, measured motion stops him. Tragedeigh slowly lifts her hand.

 

Not in concern. Not in comfort. But in command.

 

Tragedeigh:

"Be quiet."

 

The words hit like a blade. Mal Sangre stiffens, his body trembling with barely contained fury—but he doesn’t dare interrupt again.

 

Tragedeigh slowly rises from where she was seated, adjusting her gloves with deliberate precision. She takes a moment before turning her full attention to Mal Sangre, her gaze cool and completely unimpressed.

 

Tragedeigh:

"Why do you think your failure matters? Do you believe rage alone will rewrite the outcome? Do you think breaking things will undo what has been done?"

 

Mal’s nostrils flare, but Ralph steps in before he can retort—his voice silky and condescending.

 

Ralph Silva:

"My dear Mal, there is winning, and then there is ruling. Tragedeigh? She doesn’t just win—she commands. She takes what she desires, and in doing so, she ensures that the world remembers her."

 

Ralph gestures toward the screen, where the final frames of the commercial linger—the Red Queen’s action figure seated upon a miniature golden throne.

 

Ralph Silva:

"Tell me, Mal… when was the last time you saw an action figure of the loser?"

 

Mal Sangre’s jaw tightens. His hands clench into fists, but this time—he doesn’t speak. He can’t.

 

Tragedeigh, now inches from him, places a single gloved finger against his chest, her expression unreadable.

 

Tragedeigh:

"You lost because you fought like a beast. Mindless. Reckless. Thoughtless. You fought for dominance, not legacy. And beasts, Mal Sangre… are meant to be put down."

 

The words land like a dagger to the gut. Mal’s breath catches, his rage boiling beneath the surface—but Tragedeigh doesn’t give him a chance to respond. She simply tilts her head, smiles faintly, and steps back.

 

The tension is thick, suffocating. Ralph laughs softly, shaking his head as he pats Mal Sangre’s shoulder.

 

Ralph Silva:

"You’ll learn, Mal. In time. If you’re smart enough."

 

Mal Sangre doesn’t move. His fists tremble at his sides, his body burning with anger, but there is nothing he can say—because deep down, he knows they’re right.

 

As Tragedeigh and Ralph turn away, the camera lingers on Mal Sangre’s face—twisted between rage and realization. The fire in his eyes doesn’t fade. It grows.

 

And then—the screen cuts to black.

 

 

Colin: It's been fascinating to see the transition of La Sangre. Sangre and Sombras were a team before Silva, they accepted his offer, Tragedeigh came in as the greenhorn and now she's calling the shots.

 

 

Kendra: You gotta feel for Sangre, watching the team that he co-founded...literally has his namesake in it...being pulled from him.

 

 

Arvin: Silva is a shrewd businessman and clearly Sangre is kind of a turnip, so he kinda did this to himself. 

 

Colin: Well, the card keeps on moving. And in the next match, we've got our Eurasian Champ taking on Ivan Volkov. Let's get it going.

 

IVAN VOLKOV VS BLOOD DRAWN

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before "Bulls On Parade" begins. A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage as Blood Drawn slowly makes his way to the ring. 

 

 

Ash: First! From Steelhaven, weighing in at 285 pounds, he is the Eurasian Champion, BLOOD DRAWN!!

 

Colin: And Blood Drawn faced an unexpected reversal and loss last week, luckily for him it wasn't a championship match. 

 

 

As Viktor gestures dramatically to the entrance, a blast of icy fog rolls out from the stage. Ivan Volkov emerges through the mist, an unshakable force of nature.

 

 

Clad in his black trench coat with the fur-lined collar, his sheer size and presence immediately command attention. His icy blue eyes scan the crowd with contempt, and his thick, scruffy beard makes him look like a warrior stepping out of legend.

 

Volkov walks with slow, deliberate steps, his movements exuding confidence and menace. Each footstep echoes with the bass of the music, making the ground almost feel like it’s shaking beneath his weight.

 

Viktor walks ahead of Ivan, pointing to the ring and shouting insults in Russian at fans in the front row. Ivan, meanwhile, remains stoic, his focus entirely on the ring. Fans boo louder as Viktor mocks them, yelling things like, "You will bow before greatness!" and, "Your champions are nothing!"

 

Ivan occasionally stops to glare down at a fan booing too loudly, smirking faintly before continuing his march.

 

Ash: And his opponent, accompanied by Viktor Dragovich, from Russia, weighing in at 315 pounds, the Siberian Titan, IVAN VOLKOV!


Viktor climbs the steel steps and holds the ropes open for Ivan, who steps over the top rope effortlessly. Once inside, Ivan shrugs off his trench coat, revealing his massive, muscular frame and black pants with red and silver accents. Viktor picks up the coat, folds it neatly, and places it in the corner of the ring, as if preparing for battle with military precision.

 

Ivan strides to the center of the ring, raising one massive arm in the air as icy blue spotlights shine on him, and pyro in the shape of a jagged "V" explodes behind him. Grabbing the microphone again, Viktor steps beside Ivan and delivers his final verbal blow to the opponent waiting in the ring.


"You see this man? He is not here to compete. He is here to annihilate! Say your prayers, because the Siberian Titan...has arrived!"

 

Ivan cracks his knuckles, glares at his opponent, and takes his corner with an unsettling calm, ready to unleash destruction.

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: A 6'6 and a 6'9 get into a ring and we have a clash of the Titans going! Blood Drawn driving some stiff punches into the ribs of Volkov. Volkov goes for a stiff punch and Blood Drawn blocks him for a brutal right hook. Blood Drawn with a short-arm lariat. 

 

Kendra: Blood Drawn with a running shoulder block and Volkov reverses it into an overhead belly to belly! Blood Drawn up and into the Red Blizzard! Goes for the cover but Blood Drawn gets the shoulder up before anything can happen. Volkov to his feet but not before delivering a headbutt. 

 

Colin: Volkov pulls Blood Drawn into a gutwrench suplex! Blood to his feet quickly and devastates Volkov with a package piledriver. Volkov up, Blood with quick elbow shots, sending Volkov across the ropes and a discus elbow! These two men do not want to give an inch. 

 

Arvin: Blood Drawn may not have a choice as he's going for an elevated ride with that Titan Slam! The pin-

 

1!

 

Kendra: Blood kicks and we're keeping it going! Volkov scoops him up and a running powerslam! Trying for a cover again but nothin' doing this time. both to their feet, Blood with a hammer punch but Volkov blocks into a headbutt. Blood locks up with him and a shoulderbreaker by Blood Drawn! 

 

Colin: Blood Drawn getting a rhythm back and a double handed chokeslam to drop him to the mat! Volkov up and going for a spear NO BLOOD DRAWN STOMPS HIM DOWN AND A PIN but no count. Blood Drawn undeterred and locks in the Hemorrhage Clutch-Volkov lifts him up as he gets up and turns it into a Samoan Drop! Drawn rolls up and a Spinebuster in response to Volkov! Volkov holding on after the spinebuster and getting a few hits in. Volkov keeps him down and locks in the Vice!!

 

Arvin: It's gonna be a hard way to go to get out of this one...but not impossible as Blood Drawn gets up with him still attached and falls back into a a modified Samoan Drop! Gets Ivan into the Fireman's and HERE COMES THE DESCENT! Going for the pin but Ivan gets the shoulder up.

 

Kendra: These two can take immense damage from each other. Blood Drawn attempts to get up but Volkov pulls him back down into the Volkov Vice!! BLOOD DRAWN POWERING UP AGAIN AND RUNS VOLKOV INTO THE BACK TURNBUCKLE! Blood throws some stomps to Volkov in the corner. 

 

Arvin: And Volkov side steps and Blood in the corner now! Loading back, and a Splash! Another Splash! A third Splah! Charging back once more and here comes the Boot to complete the Siberian Storm!! Pulls Drawn into a German Suplex Pin but Blood Drawn gets the shoulder up! Blood rolls out of it and a few head punches as he escapes the pin. The rollback gives Volkov some breathing room, that's a bad idea and Blood Drawn gets booted to the apron!

 

Kendra: BLOOD DRAWN WITH A DOUBLE HANDED CHOKESLAM AND HE'S GOING TO THE TOP ROPE, SICK ELBOW DROP! 

 

Colin: Off the ropes and a leg drop by Blood Drawn! A pin attempt but it's a goose egg. Some frustration setting in and choke toss by Blood Drawn! Running cannonball senton to follow up! It's clear that these men need to be flattened to meet criteria. Stomping Ivan out! Let's see if the Hemorrhage Clutch can finish the job this time and VIKTOR GETS IVAN'S FEET TO THE ROPES! Hold broken!!

 

Kendra: Ivan tries to parlay that into a roll up pin but Blood Drawn just sits on him. Scooping Volkov up and BLOODLINE BREAKER! IT FINALLY GETS ITS MORE OFFICIAL USE! AND THAT'LL DO HER I THINK!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Blood Drawn wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner...BLOOD DRAWN!

 

Colin: Huge statement win by the champ going into Spring Sting!

 

Kendra: The card is truly filling out nicely, and that's bound to continue with our next match so let's keep the hits coming.

 

TAG TEAM QUALIFIER 3

SUGAR COOKI AND SYNDY SWEET VS TAYLOR TIGER AND JOHNNY DAGGER

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for a spot in the Fatal Six Corners at Spring Sting!

 

 

Syndy Sweet and Sugar Cooki come out onto the apron, fist pumping right off the bat to a chorus of boos.

 

 

Ash: First! Making their way to the ring. The team of "Santa's Sidepiece" Sugar Cooki, and "Sinful" Syndy Sweet, SUGARKOMA!

 

SugarKoma walk down the ramp continuing the fist-pumping and mocking the fans.

 

Arvin: This makes me want to get out my SantaCon suit!

 

Colin: You're disgusting. 

 

 

Siren lights in red and yellow rotate in various spots around the arena to the sirens of the song. As the guitar riff kicks in the other lights flash yellow red and green in time with the drums. The drumfill's ending times with Tenacious Taylor Tiger and Dangerous Johnny Dagger leaping onto the stage in unison, causing a boom of fireworks all around them.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! Tenacious Taylor Tiger and Dangerous Johnny Dagger! They are...HIGH RISK!

 

The two full sprint down the ramp.

 

Kendra: And Taylor and Sweet are part of the 2 Sweet Pack and I think many of our viewers, myself included, forget that they were a tag team at the beginning of this year.

 

Colin: That's right, and at the time Taylor couldn't catch a win, Sweet turned on him, and then Dagger reinvigorated that fight in him. The W2 was a wild pair of weeks. 

 

The bell rings, as Taylor and Syndy start. 

 

Kendra: Taylor Irish Whips Syndy Sweet, and comes around, locks her in an armbar! She flips out of it fairly easy, and tries for the back spin kick but Tiger ducks it and gets her with a neckbreaker. Sweet sweeps Tiger and a stomp to the midsection. Another stomp to the midsection, Sweet strutting a little before going to lock in that figure 4 and Tiger takes the moment to roll her up!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Arvin: WHAT? WHAT??

 

Tenacious Taylor Tiger and Dangerous Johnny Dagger win by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Tenacious Taylor Tiger and Dangerous Johnny Dagger, HIGH! RISK!

 

Colin: And Syndy can't believe it! Sugar can't believe it! Hell, Taylor and Johnny can't believe it but they're definitely hugging it out!

 

Kendra: Johnny Dagger is one step away from reclaiming that tag gold, but with Taylor Tiger in place of Razi Shah, much as Mal Sangre is replaced by Davy Boy at tomorrow's event. 

 

Colin: And we're being told that there's some chaos going on backstage. Cristel?

 

 

The camera zooms in on a backstage interviewer standing outside the office of GM CN Starz, mic in hand, nervously waiting for a response about the chaos Radio Silence has been causing lately.

 

Cristel: (whispering to themselves) "I hope they let me in... What is going on with these guys? They’ve turned this place upside down, and now Balor Wolfe's calling the shots."

 

Before the interviewer can get another word out, the door to the office opens fully. Alastor, with his devilish grin, steps out, blocking the interviewer’s path.

 

 

Alastor: grinning widely "Apologies, but the GM is... a little too busy right now."

 

He steps aside, revealing Balor Wolfe dragging a visibly distressed CN Starz by the jacket of their expensive suit. Balor’s expression is one of smug determination as he drags Starz toward the exit.

 

 

Balor Wolfe: with a grin "Come on, CN, let’s have a little chat in front of the fans, shall we?"

 

The camera pans to reveal Zagreus and The Edge Runners flanking Balor, while Alastor and Eros follow closely behind. The group marches down the hall, their presence intimidating everyone in their path.

 

 

Two security guards try to block the way, but Zagreus and The Edge Runners step in front of them, cutting off any chance of stopping the group.

 

Guard 1: shouting "We can’t let you through! This is a violation!"

 

Zagreus: calmly, with a cold stare "Move."

 

The guards hesitate for a moment before being outmuscled by the sheer force of Radio Silence, who continue their march toward the ring.

 

 

The camera cuts to the ring, where the crowd is buzzing with anticipation. Balor Wolfe, still dragging CN Starz by the jacket, rolls into the ring with his crew following him. The fans are already chanting Balor’s name, the tension palpable in the air.

 

Balor finally lets go of CN Starz, who stumbles forward into the center of the ring. The CEO is breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath, clearly terrified. Balor takes a microphone from ringside and raises it to his lips, the crowd’s chants for Balor only growing louder.

 

Balor Wolfe: with a grin "You thought you could pull a fast one, huh, Starz? You thought you could screw me over and hide behind your little desk, making decisions for this company. Well, guess what? I know it was you. You moved my match with Sarah Sharp to last week, taking my rightful spot at the pay-per-view. You gave her a leg up... and now... now it’s time for you to answer for it."

 

The crowd is buzzing with energy, sensing the intensity of the moment.

 

Balor Wolfe: snarling "So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna hit you with Lights Out... again and again... until Leila Blake comes out here and agrees to my rematch with Sarah Sharp. And I’m not talking about any regular match. I want that Hell in a Cell match for the MAWL Mania Championship!"

 

The crowd roars in approval at the mention of a Hell in a Cell match.

 

Balor Wolfe: in a cold tone "And you, Starz, you’re gonna sit right here and take every single one of them."

 

Balor picks CN Starz up by the collar of their suit, then lifts them into a fireman’s carry. He holds them there for a moment, the crowd holding its breath, before pushing them off his shoulders with force. As Starz stumbles down, Balor drives a powerful knee strike into their jaw, sending them crashing to the mat with precision.

 

Crowd: loud chants "Lights Out! Lights Out! Lights Out!"

 

Balor, with a sadistic grin, picks Starz up once again, and delivers another Lights Out with devastating force. The crowd is erupting, feeding off Balor’s energy as he picks Starz up for a third time, hitting them with another punishing knee.

 

Balor Wolfe: mocking, with a grin "Oh, don't worry, CN, we're not done yet."

 

Balor lifts Starz again, his hand on their collar as he prepares for a fourth Lights Out.

 

Before he can execute the final move, the arena erupts in a different sound: Leila Blake’s music hits.

 

 

Leila Blake walks out onto the stage, a look of concern and urgency on her face as she stares down at the carnage in the ring.

 

Leila Blake: shouting, panicked "Balor! Stop! Please, just stop!"

 

Balor pauses, the grin never leaving his face as he stands over CN Starz.

 

Leila Blake: shouting with sincerity "I agree! I agree! You’ll have your Hell in a Cell match! It’ll be Sarah Sharp vs. Balor Wolfe for the MAWL Mania Championship!"

 

The crowd erupts into a frenzy at the announcement, chanting for the Hell in a Cell match.

 

Balor’s grin widens at the news. Without hesitation, he grabs CN Starz once more and, with a sadistic chuckle, delivers a final Lights Out.

 

Balor Wolfe: smiling as he drops the mic "That’s more like it."

 

Balor rolls out of the ring, his crew following closely behind. The EMTs rush into the ring to check on the battered CN Starz, who is barely conscious. The camera focuses on Balor as he and Radio Silence walk up the ramp, leaving chaos in their wake.

 

The camera lingers on the ring as the EMTs struggle to help Starz, while the crowd continues chanting, energized by the shocking turn of events.

 

Crowd: chanting loudly "Balor! Balor! Balor!"

 

Just before Balor and his crew have rolled entirely out of Dodge, a new song hits.

 

 

Elisa Mae He sticks her hand out to stop Balor.

 

Elisa Mae: Now hold yer horses just a minute there, Shug. Ya see, between the constant threats of administration and ol' Midwestern Mozzarella here not bein' strong enough to get the job done on her own, the Board and I were worried this might happen so we set ourselves up a li'l line of succession from CEO on down.

 

Colin: This feels like a power grab in the making.

 

Elisa Mae: So with poor li'l GM Starz here laid up like Wile E Coyote hittin' the mountain, we had to put it in play. We decided it fairest to go in last name order so I'm yer actin' GM until CN heals up. And I may be sweet as pecan pie but unlike Cheese Ball Charlene up there, I'm also tough as ol' boots. You'll get yer title rematch.

 

The crowd pops.

 

Elisa: IF. You can beat the li'l team that CN Starz put together tonight. Beat them, you'll get yer title shot.

 

BUT,

 

If you lose, and I know how much you hate losin' but yer just so good at it, or any o' you rabblerousers lay a hand on staff or yer fellow superstars not in a sanctioned match between now and when y'all fight at the Sting, not only will you NOT get yer rematch, but those trio belts? We're takin' those too. Y'all actin' like the law don't mean nothin', well where I come from, the West was Wild until it wasn't, and the Sheriff and the Deputy are here cleanin' up the corral.

 

Elisa Mae lowers her hand and directs it to the door.

 

Elisa Mae: You can go now.

 

Arvin: The new Acting General Manager has laid down the law, and we have a new main event tonight.

 

Colin: I am a bit concerned on how quickly they acted on filling Starz's seat, but I can't say I'm mad about some authority and consequence being given to the locker room around here.

 

Arvin: Yeah she's really got em on a l-

 

Kendra: No. Just no. 

 

Elisa Mae leaves. Leila remains in the ring.

 

Leila: Elisa Mae's match stands. Thank you for stepping in. One other point of note: next week following the Spring Sting will be a six-person elimination chamber match to determine one of two first contenders for the title at Taxiderby. This elimination chamber will be stocked by the people who have come in second in our qualifying matches. 

 

Colin: So we know from today that's Dinah Soar and Ragnarrr.

 

Kendra: And then Neonyx, WildFire, and 50 Cent from last week. Already shaping up to be a hell of a match. 

 

Leila: The SECOND position will be determined by an ENDOCYTOSIS MATCH! 

 

Colin: Oh Gods. I haven't seen one of those in a while. 

 

Arvin: What is an Endocytosis match?

 

Colin: So it's similar to the Three Cell Structure we had before, only this one, everyone starts in the bottom cell. The middle cell contains the briefcase, and you have to not only unhook the briefcase but be the one standing with it in the ring. So you essentially have to bust through the tops of all three cells. It's an exercise in brutality, and someone's gonna get hurt. 

 

Leila: The participants will be informed and will be a surprise to the rest of you! And now, on with our card. 

 

Kendra: Leila looking to take control back of her show after being dually undermined by both Radio Silence and the board. 

 

FATAL SIX-CORNER QUALIFIER 4 

DOOMSAYERS VS THE END BEGINS

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to qualify for the Fatal Six-Corners at Spring Sting!

 

 

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.

 

Kendra: So they're really just gonna strut out here like they weren't just cowering like the kids in Jurassic Park. Got it.

 

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):
First, 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: I said it last week, and I'm going to repeat it now, I think they're going to take the whole cake.

 

Colin: They're gonna need to get through this next team first.

 

 

The lights turn dark red and green with orange smoke. The titantron and ramp show a video with marching to the extended march intro, which transitions to footage of bomb test sites as the keyboards come in. Mortar style fireworks shoot down to the drum roll, culminating in a huge fire onstage which Genesis and Omega X walk through and give a synchronized growl on the other side to cheers.

 

 

Kendra: And I have to say, with no shade to Smashing Pumpkins I like this song so much better for them.

 

Ash: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 651 pounds, Genesis and Omega X, THE END BEGINS!

 

Pistol and Genesis start, the bell rings.

 

Colin: Pistol hits a running neckbreaker to start. Genesis quick to get to his feet and hits Pistol with a belly to belly! Throwing off the ropes and hits Pistol with the spinebuster! And a quick punch to the face. Pistol rolls back, off the ropes and going for a crossbody, Genesis catches him into a front slam. 

 

Kendra: Frankensteiner by Pistol! And he runs off the ropes and gives a fist drop. Genesis catches Pistol and an arm flip. Genesis going for a tag but Pistol off the ropes and Poison Rana keeping Genesis away from the ropes. Genesis punches back and holds him up by the throat...holding....HOLDING...THE BEGINNING OF THE END! Going for a pin but Pistol kicks. Genesis undeterred and fisherman bridging pin!

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Pistol kicks again. Genesis throws Pistol to the corner and tag to Omega! Off the ropes and double big boot! Pistol up and dragon whip to Omega. Pistol going for the tag and Omega yanks him close to a High Angle Spinebuster! ENDTIMES!

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Pistol getting the shoulder up. Omega with a deadlift suplex! Pistol quickly snaps it into a Twist of Fate!

 

1!

 

Arvin: Genesis pulls Omega off. Pistol gets the tag to Hammer and Hammer drives Omega down with the crushing shoulder block. Quick punches back by Omega, then tags back Genesis who hits Hammer with a short-arm clothesline.

 

Colin: Genesis follows up with a bionic elbow, then throws Hammer into the corner and tags Omega back, double suplex! Hammer gets Omega up and Lifting Destruction! Lifts Omega back up and another one! 

 

Kendra: SHELL SHOCK!

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Genesis gets Hammer off Omega, OMEGA DRIVER TO HAMMER! Omega goes for the pin and Hammer reverses, OMEGA ROLLS AGAIN!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

The End Begins win by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Genesis and Omega X, THE END BEGINS!

 

Colin: Looks like you're gonna have to pick a new winner, Arvin.

 

Arvin: Let's just keep it moving, especially since Genesis is right here.

 

GENESIS VS DANIEL VS SLOWMO TAPOUT

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, weighing 301 lbs, GENESIS! 

 

 

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. His eyes are fixed and focused, locking on to his opponent. He climbs the steel stair and enters the ring through the 2nd rope. Finally he’s posing his Destroyer’s Roar with loud big banged pyros from the turnbuckle behind him.

 

 

The air in the arena grows cold as the logo of the military arm of the Currency Cartel's Contra Unit flashes on the screen. The Contra Unit's leader, SlowMo Tapout enters the arena with the rest of the Currency Cartel. First person, blasting through the curtains, is Wardy Chin and his Boys: 

 

 

Wardy Chin: BOYS!... Let's go break some hearts!

 

Behind Wardy walks Keyser Söze, wearing a black suit rumoured to cost more than a family sedan. He cautiously lights a cigar and lets out a plume of smoke as he walks towards the ring.

 

 

The last one out is SlowMo Tapout, in full combat gear. She has a mischievous, yet sadistic look on her face as she uses both arms to proudly hold up the Currency Cartel above her head.

 

 

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!

 

The bell rings. 

 

Colin: SlowMo off the ropes and hands in her pockets, going for the Hurricanrana...Genesis catches her and throws her in the air like he just don't care! Pop-Up Sidewalk Slam! IT'S A GENESIDE! Going for the pin, but Daniel stomps him off. Genesis throws Daniel off the ropes in response! Genesis and SlowMo double teaming for a DEVASTATING CHOKESLAM!

 

Kendra: Genesis hammer throws SlowMo out of the ring and goes for the pin! Why does his mask look different?

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Genesis wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, GENESIS! 

 

Colin: There's a man who did what he said he was going to do. He gets the chance at the title shot and he wins both of his matches. 

 

Kendra: Genesis made quick work of this one and he steps outside...oh the Currency Cartel is displeased with the turn of events to say the least.

 

Arvin: I don't blame them! SlowMo was robbed of this match! 

 

Kendra: Genesis doesn't want to be bothered by this...he turns around and Daniel is staring him down! DANIEL YANKS THE MASK OFF HIS HEAD! THAT WAS DANIEL'S MASK!

 

 

Colin: DANIEL ALABAMA SLAMS GENESIS! AND AGAIN! AND A THIRD AND FOURTH AND HE'S PICKING UP SPEED AND CHANGES IT TO A SPINEBUSTER AND NOW PICKING HIM BACK UP AND AN ELEVATED POWERBOMB AND GRABBING HIM BY HIS FEET AND RAVAGING HIM ON THE GROUND LIKE HE'S BAM BAM RUBBLE'S CLUB! OMEGA X IN THE RING TO SAVE HIS FRIEND AND CHOKESLAM BY DANIEL! HE'S NOT LET GO OF THE HOLD AND DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH ANOTHER CHOKESLAM! 

 

Kendra: Currency Cartel see the writing on the wall and they're bouncing! Daniel not done with Omega! Choking the life out of him as he wrecks him with a third chokeslam! Genesis struggling back to his feet and trying to rescue Omega and DANIEL THROWS OMEGA OUT OF THE RING AND GRABS GENESIS IN A VISE GRIP! LIFTING HIM UP AND THROWING HIM INTO THE CORNER BY HIS HEAD! THE END BEGINS ARE SUFFERING A HOLY WRATH! 

 

Arvin: Daniel's done snapped!

 

Colin: I don't think Daniel's home right now. Genesis and Omega are writhing in pain, it's unclear whether they'll even make it to Spring Sting tomorrow, and Daniel has the mask in hand. He's surveying the damage and I don't think he knows quite what to make of it.

 

 

The camera pans upwards to reveal Irving Barth, nervously adjusting his suit, there is the sound of someone motioning trying to get Irvings attention until finally Irving focuses on the camera and clears his throat.

 

 

Irving Barth: So ! We are backstage now trying to find one of our newest talent to get her reaction on the fiery callouts made by some of the girls tonight - lets see what we can find.

 

Irving motions for the camera to follow as he peeks around the corner, checking in changing rooms to no avail, walking more and checking inside a random office once again finding it empty. He finally comes upon a motionless figure seemingly lying on a bench.

 

 

His words are stopped with a loud snoring noise, his demeanor changes to a vague shock as he is masde nervous by the seemingly sleeping figure

 

Irving Barth: Charlotte.... Charlotte?

 

Irving creeps closer till he is about a meter away from Charlotte, the camera however in its deviousness seems to push closer, Irving getting pushed between a Camera and a Wrestlers place starts to feel quite squished

 

Irving Barth: ch....Char...lotte?

 

Irving tries to hold his grown but the constant jostling from the camera person pushes him ever closer until he is practically hovering over her. His evergrowing nervousness reveals itself in his voice as well as the sweat that is starting to form and drip from his forehead

 

Irving Barth: M-Maybe we should-

 

He tries to turn around only to headbutt the camera, he falls backwards directly on to Charlottes chest, who in turn shoots directly upwards slamming her forehead into a very unwilling Irvings skull. He falls backwards holding his head as the camera fixes onto his face revealing blood forming and pooling on his forehead replacing the sweat

 

Charlotte Realta: hmm?... hmmm~

 

She rubs her eyes and then looks at the camera directly unphased by this strange interaction

 

Charlotte Realta: Do I have a match tonight?

 

The camera physically shakes up and down in approval

 

Charlotte Realta: I see... well I should get prepared

 

Charlotte turns around to see a very unconcious Irving bleeding on the ground, Charlotte uses her finger to wipe some of the blood from his forehead and licks it gently

 

Charlotte Realta: Come now Irving, now is not the time for sleep~ Don't you have a job to do? I know I do

 

She gets up leaving the camera laughing evilly as she continues past the both of them. The camera climbs over the chair and zooms in on the poor interviewers bloody and bruised face as the camera shifts to slightly outside the locker room.

 

 

Cristel Bassano is standing next to the women's locker room, smiling to the camera.

 

Cristel: "Here we are backstage at the entrace to women's locker room, this superstar was offered a contract by none other than our CEO, Leila Blake, after her impressive actions against monster Rade. Let's head inside and see what she has to say."

 

 

The mysterious figure from last week, still dressed in the same white robes, has her back turned towards the door. She is standing in front of a locker. Cristel walks forward in a cheerful manner.

 

Cristel: "Hello, care for a comment on your actions last week? You were the force that tipped the scales against Kruel beatdown, AND you managed to put a dent on Rade! Impressive work, --"

 

Cristel tries to read the nameplate in front of the locker, but the nameplate is scratched to the point of illegibility. Robed superstar turns to Cristel, her hooded face is still shrouded. Cristel holds the microphone to her face.

 

??: "No need for names. Let my actions speak for themselves. You, superstars here at MAWL, and thousands in attendence saw what Kruels did last week. For me to storm out to the ring, and help those who needed a hand, is only natural to do."

 

She cracks her knuckles, then her back.

 

??: "As for Rade... Yes, I WAS the sacrifice. He hoisted me up, and I had a lot to think about in those split microseconds as I was coming down to the ring with the force of a sun. He thought I was out after that 7 Feet Under. So did everyone else! But I don't expect the predator to understand the power of the sheep. Yes I lost, yes it was a madness, yes it was futile... But I wouldn't be here, speaking to you, people in this building, and fans watching around the world if I gave up after that first 7 Feet Under."

 

She takes a boxing wrap out of her locker, and starts taping her wrist.

 

??: "And for Kruels! You thought you had the numbers game on lock, swarming the ringside like hyenas waiting to devour a wounded lion. I had no problems with you, but you made it personal now."

 

Robed superstar continues to tape her wrists slowly. She walks out of the locker room, with the camera and Cristel following in her wake. She is speaking as she walks.

 

??: "So tonight, we're going to see if you girls can back your talk with your walk, or will you need lie, cheat and steal like the cowards you are."

 

She stops at gorilla, just before the curtain and the gate. She takes her hood off.

 

 

Pinkish, red colored short hair. Then discards the robe. Her music hits.

 

 

CHARLOTTE REALTA AND VIOLET VS KAVI AND KACY KRUEL

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! The winners will go on to challenge for a place in the Fatal Six-Corners! 

 

As she bursts out of the gate, she finishes taping down her fists forearm length. When she is done, she stops and throws a haymaker forward, and two pyros explode. She takes her time, touching hands with fans.

 

 

Ash: First! From Los Angeles, California, VIOLET!

 

 

Colin: This woman was meant to be a quick footnote in Rade's career and instead her tenacity has gotten her a contract on day 1. Her actions prior to that match also helped.

 

 

Arvin: It was amazing. I didn't think you could get a contract for being a loser.

 

 

Kendra: You think you can kick up from the 7 Feet Under?

 

Colin: I actually kinda want to test this.

 

 

Red fireworks shoot out from the jumbotron as fireworks continue to cascade down the walkway, a final large red firework goes off and Charlotte appears within the smoke.

 

 

Ash: And her partner, from Outer Space, CHARLOTTE REEEEEALTA!

 

Colin: This was the woman that Violet ran in to save, and as a result of all that, we're set to have a 5 on 5 match tomorrow.

 

Kendra: So both teams here will show up at Sting regardless of what happens, but it'd be nice to get a title shot under your belt. 

 

Colin: Not to mention revenge on the people who cost you your debut.

 

Arvin: Well, you saw her look with Irving back there, either something Kruel said clicked in her head or she's had this devilish vibe all along. Either way what happens next should be...interesting.

 

Colin: I'm glad you mentioned Irving, I've gotten reports that he's in critical condition but stable and will be out for at least 4 weeks. We wish him a speedy recovery.

 

Kendra: And in that recovery, the lesson to not touch people when they're unconscious.

 

 

Kavi and Kacy Kruel storm out to a cavalcade of boos, mocking the crowd.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! Representing Kruel, Kavi and Kacy Kruel!

 

Kavi and Charlotte start.

 

Kendra: Kavi starts with a couple of stiff rights. And Charlotte is...laughing. Almost begging upon her to hit her again. Charlotte baiting Kavi, Kavi takes the bait and Charlotte blocks the punch for a KNEE SMASH!

 

Colin: Charlotte with another knee smash, and tags in Violet. Violet coming off the ropes and hanging neckbreaker! She's going for the Irish Whip and Kavi reverses to her own corner! Tagging in Kacy, grabs Violet up and sets up a Styles Clash! Kacy off the ropes and Basement Dropkick! Kruel Summer! Kacy goes for the cover-

 

1!

 

Kendra: Violet is up! There's that tenacity. But Kacy immediately gets that 360 Facebuster!

 

Colin: Wait, what's Maki doing out here?

 

 

Arvin: Is she going to join Kruel? Is she going to fight them? I'm not sure! But what I do know is that Charlotte has been hit by another chair! Maki is giving chase to Kavi but Kacy gets the pin!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kruel wins by Pinfall! 

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Kruel!

 

Colin: And that means that Kruel could get the title shot! They just...are one person short. They should probably figure it out before...

 

 

Brick Benson and Lou Bison flank Rina Kabayaski, Esq. as they walk down the ramp.

 

 

Ash: And! Kruel's opponents! Representing Sanity in Ring, Lou Bison and Brick Benson!

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: And Kacy is really going to fight this one by herself? Okay.

 

Kendra: Kacy taking punch after punch from Brick, Brick tags in to Lou and Lou gets punch after punch in too, just a rotational series of hooks, Brick tagged back in and Brick throws Kacy into the corner and the run, Kacy reverses with a boot and frankensteiner! Going for the pin but no count before Brick gets up. Off the ropes, spinning wheel kick and Brick downed but quick to his feet, and a single-arm Spinebuster!

 

Colin: Brick going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Arvin: Kacy to her feet and she's reaching for a tag but I don't know who she thinks-RINA ACCEPTS THE TAG! WHAT?!

 

Colin: Rina Kabayashi jumps the rope and a Sunset Flip Powerbomb to Brick!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kruel wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Kyyshi and Kacy Kruel!

 

Kyyshi: I have decided to take my legal services, and others as well, to Kruel. And Sanity In Ring...you're fired.

 

Kyyshi cackles menacingly while Lou and Brick leave the ring. 

 

 

J.C.M! J.C.M! Can I have a word?!

 

The locker room came to a standstill—the sound of rat pissing on cotton would be louder than each breath the entourage took. The camera pans out, surveying the room. Many grown men and women, obviously from Ace’s hometown, turned and glared at the reporter.

 

“..i-i,” the reporter stammered, taking another step into the locker room. One tall, brolic individual, similar in features to Ace, stepped forward. “H-Hello young man.. I-I came t-to see if I could get a w-word with Ac-“

 

 

“Aye Man, Scoota.. Let the nigga through..” Ace’s voice boomed from the back of the room, causing the crowd to split like the Red Sea.

 

The camera pans in to see Ace in the back with his beautiful, well-melanated wife. She sat on his lap, and the US Title was nicely draped over her thigh, presenting too much exposure of skin. The room went silent once again as the reporter reluctantly stepped forward, inching closer and closer.. And just as he came up to Ace, the Champion’s wife moved and he stood up, towering over the lad.

 

Ace’s locs hung loose, masking his full visage. The entourage circled like wolves on the prowl, even focusing on the cameraman who struggled to keep his nerves. Ace snapped his head back, throwing his hair out of his face, revealing an intense scowl… 

 

And then it happened..

 

The room burst into laughter. Everyone patted the reporter and cameraman on the back, aggressively shaking them around. Some offered the blunt to the reporter, others handed over a bottle. Ace in particular, mouth full of grillz, smiled ear to ear.

 

“Aye man, y’all stop fuckin’ with my boy. He coo’, he coo’..” Ace stepped away, motioning for the reporter to follow him further into the locker room, away from all the chaos. As they sat down, Ace’s wife began lighting a freshly rolled blunt for him.

 

“Talk to me,” Ace commanded, easing back into the chair.

 

“Tank. The other Ace. Now Davey Boy. Some say you’ve been on a hell of a run.” The reporter paused, letting that notion settle in the air. “And because people think that, they question if it’s just the cliché fifteen minutes of fame, or a true one in a million diamond made from compressed coal. What do you say to those at home, or those out there you’ll see later on tonight?”

 

Ace drew in a hit, “ussssshhhhh..” The chaos outside their door still echoed in the background.

 

“…tssssssss,” He exhaled, nodding in agreement with the criticism.

 

“Most of them chumps walking the hallways will be sitting in my position saying they deserve the spot they’re in. The fans out there, and the haters too. None of ‘em nigga’s can stop what’s coming. See, there are the weirdo’s in this business.. There are the standard measuring sticks in this business.. There are the golden ones who come from wrestling royalty.”

 

Ace paused, smoke curling around his face as he took another hit of the blunt before passing it to his wife who stood by his side, US Championship strapped around her waist. “We are officially in the stage of wrestling where there is no ‘different’, my boy. And it is because there is no ‘different’ as to why I exist. As to why I am here!” Ace snapped forward into a lean, bracing his elbows into his thighs as he hand dangled loosely.

 

“I am the constant! I am the inevitable! This wasn’t a fluke, this wasn’t a one-off, this wasn’t any of that BULLSHIT them niggas out there talking about. You think it stops at the US Title? Oh no, no, no nononono! My guy.. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.. To the world.. The World Champ.. This Company... And now Davey Boy"

 

 

The arena blacked out, the jumbotron depicting the interview that happened earlier in the day going blank. A cold breeze swept over the fans, and the jumbotron flickered back to life.

 

The reporter, and what can be assumed to be the cameraman, are tied together, back to back, by rope in the middle of a slightly dimmed room. Ace, standing in the center of it all while the silhouette of his entourage lingers in the background, scowls into the camera.

 

 

“I’M COMING.”

 

Before the Jumbotron fades from life, the last shot is of his wife throwing the title over his shoulder.

 

 

JCM ACE VS SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The arena lights dim, with red and white strobes sweeping the crowd.
Ace walks down the ramp with calculated calm, his movements deliberate and his gaze unflinching.
The crowd boos him relentlessly, but Ace feeds off the heat with a smug, unbothered smirk.

 

 

Ash: First, making his way to the ring, accompanied by JCH Queen, from Florida, weighing in at 300 pounds, he is the United States Champion, JCM ACE!

 

Colin: And we see JCM's wife accompanying him to the ring, she's out here supporting her man and you love to see it.

 

Kendra: Yeah but would he do the same in the opposite direction?

 

Colin: I truly believe he would, yes.

 

 

Superstar Davy Boy adjusts his sunglasses and struts out Ric Flair style up to the edge of the stage, Ralph Silva flanking him.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! Accompanied by El Orrrrador Ralph Silva, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 235 pounds, Superstar Davy Boy!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: JCM starts the action early with a belly to belly suplex! Davy charges JCM but an arm drag, no wait Davy lands on his feet and returns the arm drag! JCM lands on his back but quickly up and a snap DDT! A quick cover but nothing doin as Davy gets the shoulder up, but JCM quickly pivots to the Pompano Crusher! He cranks the hold and it looks like Davy is about to pass out! Yes! Huge statement win for JCM ACE!

 

JCM Ace wins by Submission!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, JCM ACE!

 

Kendra: And that is exactly the kind of dominance that JCM Ace is talking about. He went in, and he got the job done. Bing bang boom.

 

Colin: And the lights are already dimming to signal our next match.

 

Arvin: We only have three matches left, and two of them have Sting ramifications, so my guess is that lightbulb shatterer is coming up. 

 

JP SPEARS VS ???

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

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!

 

 

Music hit as Bowen comes through the curtains, he stands just 2 steps in front of the curtains hands clasped at his waist head down.

 

 

He stands just 2 steps in front of the curtains hands clasped at his waist head down. Till the words kick in raises head makes way down to ringside with a slow methodical walk as Survival of The Fittest blasts.

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Queens, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, BOOOOWEN BAAAANECLAW!

 

Once at the ring Bowen climbs the steps makes his way to the center of the apron turns to face the crowd throws a hand in the air before entering the ring. Makes way to other side of the ring and again throws a hand in the air. Then removes hoodie and chain and puts it in his corner.

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: Baneclaw starts with a chop block to Spears! Spears uses his other leg to respond with a Dragon Leg Lariat! That's thinking on your feet.

 

Colin: And he continues the spin around for an Intense Leg Lariat! He just went All-American on Bowen!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

JP Spears wins by Pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, J! P! SPEARS! 

 

Kendra: And Bowen gets absolutely blasted in his debut! JP cele-

 

 

Elisa: Now hold yer horses there Hoss, these people came lookin' for a donnybrook and y'all are givin' em Petey Puddles. So here's what we're gonna do. JCM, Davy, JP, Bowen, y'all aren't done yet.

 

Colin: She's just pushing her weight around! 

 

Eight superstars charge the ring. 

 

 

Elisa Mae: Y'all have 30 minutes. Whoever is not eliminated in 30 minutes will be added to yer title match at Sting, JCM. 

 

Kendra: WOW. That's cruel.

 

Arvin: It's magnanimous to give these people another shot at a title. Show some respect, Kendra!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: Quick elbow shots by Kira to JP Spears. Tamara tries to grab her from behind but spinning judo flip by Kira. 

 

Kendra: Mal sprays Bowen with the mist and Fireman's Carry! Cerrador gets the Lockdown Submission on SlowMo!! El Cerrrrrón!! And SlowMo is struggling, she looks like she's going to pass out, but able to get herself to the ropes. Bowen with a running bulldog to Kira Dain, cover but Dain kicks out. Sangre hits Spears with running elbow shot, and then BLOODLETTING LARIAT TO DAVY BOY! You know he had that one just lined up all day! Going for the cover-

 

1!

2!

 

[1 minute passed, 29 remain]

 

Arvin: Davy Boy gets his shoulder up, but you can tell this rattled him a bit. Silva's going to have a conniption. And Sangre gets up from the cover to eat a Shining Wizard by Kalpana! Kalpana continuing to run, not missing a beat, and springboard asai moonsault to SlowMo and Sangre! 

 

Colin: And Kal turns around right into the fist of Davy Boy. JCM Ace with a run and 3rd Ave to Tamara!! Going for the pin but Tamara kicks. Cerrador with a solid neckbreaker to Bowen, but eats the boot by Dain on his way up. 

 

Kendra: Sangre with a devastating brainbuster to JCM! 

 

[2 minutes passed, 28 remain]

 

Kendra: JP SPEARS HIT STICK TO TAMARA! Going for the cover-

 

1!

 

Colin: And Tamara reverses the pin!

 

1!

 

Arvin: Spears reverses it again! But Tamara kicks out. Bowen with a crucifix pin on SlowMo-

 

1!

 

Colin: Slow kicks out easily. Cerrador blocks a punch by Dain and throws one back. Davy Boy hits Kira with a fisherman suplex, going for the pin but she reverses it! And he kicks.

 

Arvin: SlowMo T-Bones Spears. Sangre absolutely wrecking Rivers with that front slam, while Kira gets Bowen with a single-leg dropkick. Spears noticing that some people are hanging back and tornado DDT to Maki! Going for the pin but she kicks out easily. Kira with a series of Muay Thai Kicks to Cerrador!

 

[3 minutes passed, 27 minutes remain]

 

Kendra: My prediction is that we're going to get a spate of eliminations about 15 minutes from now, but everyone holding firm as 3 minutes gone. Davy Boy with a spinning suplex to Tamara Rivers. SlowMo with a springboard splash and she gets both JCM and Sangre! 

 

Arvin: Maki with a hurricanrana to Sangre, going for the pin but easy kickout and Sangre springs up from that to a devastating lariat to Davy Boy. Corkscrew dropkick by Kalpana to Spears! 

 

Colin: Razi getting into it now, quick punch to Maki. Davy Boy with a spinning elbow to Cerrador. Cerrador rolls back and back elbow to Maki. Davy Boy and SlowMo throw Razi off the ropes and a devastating dual lariat to her! Kira with a jump kick to JCM, no! JCM catches and bridging leg-locked German! Kira quickly kicks out.

 

Kendra: SlowMo with a discus elbow smash to Rivers. 

 

[4 minutes passed, 26 minites remain]

 

Colin: 4 minutes gone, brutal snap suplex by Bowen to Superstar and the pin-Davy kicks out. Bowen kicks JCM's leg. Kira and Slow Irish whipping Razi off the ropes, coming back around and she ducks the dual lariat to come back around and hit them with a dual lariat of her own! Razi lets out a roar and the crowd's eating it up. Davy Boy to the top, we don't see this often!

 

Arvin: You know when we do that he don't miss and catches Bowen out with the diving bionic! 

 

Colin: Razi and Maki throw Spears off the ropes, he springs back and NAILS THEM BOTH WITH THE HIT STICK! Wait- a pair of hands have pulled Maki from the ring, and Razi's going to take the pin attempt on her lonesome!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Razi Shah is eliminated by JP Spears!

 

Arvin: Wait, who pulled Maki to safety?

 

 

Kendra: Kruel made the offer to Maki Itoh to join them earlier, and we saw that her appearance helped Kruel get the win. It didn't seem intentional, but no one can say for sure. Kacy offering Maki brass knuckles, oh I have to admit those are pretty with the jewels on them. Maki considering it as the action goes nuts inside.

 

 

Kendra: MAKI EMBRACES KACY AND ACCEPTS THE KNUCKLES! NO!!

 

Arvin: Hell yeah Maki! Get yours!

 

 

Colin: Maki has those knuckles, LOOK OUT LOADED PUNCH TO KIRA DAIN! Going for the cover!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

[5 minutes passed, 25 minutes remain]

 

Kira Dain is eliminated by Maki Itoh!

 

Kendra: Kalpana hits Tamara with the Nepal Bearer!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tamara Rivers is eliminated by Kalpana!

 

Kendra: Spears with a snap punch to SlowMo...Bowen comes at Spears with a big boot! Ace comes at Spears with a lariat but he reverses it into a crucifix pin! Not even a 1 and JCM's shoulder is up. 

 

Arvin: What happens if JCM is eliminated in this match?

 

Colin: Then he will be guaranteed at least a triple threat at Sting. Kalpana and Maki with a devastating double low blow to brainbuster to Superstar Davy Boy!! 

 

[6 minutes passed, 24 minutes remain]

 

Kendra: Davy Boy escapes a pin and trips SlowMo. Maki goes for the pin on JP and he tries to reverse, pin broken. Davy Boy hits the West Coast Stunner! Going for the pin and nope.

 

Colin: Quick headbutt from JCM Ace to SlowMo. Sangre mists JCM Ace and bridging suplex!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

JCM Ace is eliminated by Mal Sangre!

 

Arvin: JP Spears hits the dropkick on Sangre. Cerrador hits a back elbow on Davy Boy. SlowMo hits a piledriver on Maki, and then Bowen gets her leg and leg breaker! And then Bowen uses Slow's leg to hit Cerrador! 

 

Kendra: Slow parlays that on her own way to hurricanrana Cerrador! 

 

[7 minutes passed, 23 minutes remain]

 

Kendra: And Slow with a German Suplex to Sangre! And a second! And launches him with a third! Meanwhile in Gotham City, El Cerrador getting his own hits in with a neckbreaker to Davy Boy. Mal Sangre and SlowMo each eat a kick from Maki. Samoan Drop by Davy Boy to Bowen. 

 

Colin: Eye scratch from Sangre to JP. SlowMo off the ropes and Victory Roll to Mal Sangre! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Mal Sangre is eliminated by SlowMo!

 

Colin: And Bowen locks the Sharpshooter in on Cerrador! But Cerrador able to grab the rope. Maki with a headlock driver to JP, and gets up just to eat SlowMo's boot. And Kalpana gets the Nepal Bearer onto Bowen!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Bowen is eliminated by Kalpana!

 

[8 minutes passed, 22 minutes remain]

 

Kendra: Kalpana pops up and Lift-Off Stunner to SlowMo!

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: SlowMo pops up and takes a shot at Maki. And Cerrador with a roll-up on Kalpana! Kalpana reverses it! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

El Cerrador is eliminated by Kalpana!

 

Colin: Davy Boy with an elbow shot to SlowMo AND JP SPEARS GRABS THAT ELBOW INTO A CHICKENWING! SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY TAPS!

 

Superstar Davy Boy is eliminated by JP Spears!

 

Kendra: And then there were 4! We are down to JP Spears, SlowMo Tapout, Kalpana, and what may be the newest member of Kruel, Maki Itoh!

 

Arvin: SlowMo jumps on Kalpana's back, bringing her down down down into the Fangs of Jeleva Delain! And Kalpana trying to fight out and get to the ropes, but she can't do it! Kalpana is tapping out! She's tapping out to TapOut!

 

Kalpana is eliminated by SlowMo Tapout!

 

Kendra: MAKI WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES TO JP! MAKI WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES TO SLOWMO! Pinning SlowMo first!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

SlowMo Tapout is eliminated by Maki Itoh! 

 

Colin: Spears gets to his feet before she can cover him. Down to Spears and Itoh! Spears with a punch to Itoh! And Spears with a running boot to Itoh! And coming back around the ropes for a splash and GETS THE KNUCKLES TO HIS FACE! Maki going for the cover-

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: And Spears kicks again! The agitation on Itoh's face is unmistakable! Itoh stomping out Spears! Itoh goes for the pin but Spears possum roll!

 

1!

 

Arvin: Maki kicks! Russian Leg Sweep by Spears. Maki goes for a spinkick, Spears ducks and headbutts her! 

 

Kendra: Maki bites JP's right hand! Oh he didn't like that and a left-hand chokeslam! Stomps to Maki! And a fist drop! Off the ropes and an elbow drop! Kick to the midsection. And Maki headbutts him in the groin! 

 

[10 minutes passed, 20 minutes remain]

 

Colin: I think Elisa Mae thought she was being slick with the 30 minutes, but we're only a third of the way out and already down to the last 2. Spears hits a scoop slam on Itoh. And another elbow drop! He's really putting the hurt on her. 

 

Kendra: Spears going to the middle rope and a fist drop. Spears off the ropes and KACY GRABS HIM! Maki gets a chance to get up and running dropkick to the back of JP Spears! And Spears startling, trying to spin around to hit Maki and she ducks and kick to the back of the right leg. Kacy slides her a bat and she cracks it on the back of the right leg! MAKI GOING HAM ON THE BACK LEG OF JP SPEARS! DRIVING THE BAT INTO IT! SPEARS IS DOWN! MAKI GOING FOR THE PIN! MAKI ROLLS HIM UP AND KACY HOLDS HER FEET ON THE ROPES!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Maki Itoh pins JP Spears, making her the winner! 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Maaa-

 

Colin: MAKI ITOH JUST LAID ASH OUT WITH THE KNUCKLES! SHE'S LAUGHING IN HER FACE AND PASSES THE MIC TO KACY KRUEL!

 

Kacy: Here is your winner and the future United States Champion, the Kold-Hearted Kutie, the Killer Kupidoll, KIIIIKIIIII KRUUUUEL!

 

Arvin: Kiki's only one day into her new team, and it's already paying dividends! She was angry about not having her title shot, and she did something about it.

 

Colin: And we've got two matches left! But no one to announce them!

 

 

Schmetterling: When 2025 began, I was the champion. At the time it was the Men's Title but I defended it at W2 and in doing so became the First Mania Champion.

 

supercut of Schmetterling hitting the Butterfly Piledriver on Kid Kross, Genesis, and Hoy Sumer, and holding up the newly christened Mania Title

 

Schmetterling: Then at Heart Condition I lost it. I took my eye off the prize ja to protect my fellow competitor to then be eliminated.

 

footage of Schmetterling catching Moon and being speared by Tank Vanguard

 

Schmetterling: Part of caring about a company is caring about its people. I regret not what I did for Moon, nor do I expect gratitude or platitude. You do the job because it is right thing to do.That ja is what I did. Now here is what I did not do. I did not temper tantrum like little child about my loss.

 

footage of Balor Wolfe losing it on JP Spears

 

Schmetterling: I did not complain to fans that I have to re-earn my space or about how I deserve this title shot.

 

footage of Maki Itoh's tirade Schmetterling (VO): I did not insult fans for not having my back. footage of SM Heartbreaker's tirade

 

Schmetterling: And I did not sell my soul to be handed belt.

 

supercut of Kalpana and Emma Janeer losing at the W2, then them joining Zora Luthor, and then holding up the tag team belts, then returns to him hitting and kicking the Everlast bag

 

Schmetterling: When you fall from mountain,you do not demand sherpas carry you up as you are Cleopatra. You get back and start to climb again or you leave mountain. Those are your two options.

 

Schmetterling punches a hole in the center of the bag, then looks at the camera

 

Schmetterling: And I leave not the mountain. So if I must fight 5 people then 5 more people then even 10 after in order to earn my spot, I am ready.

 

SM Heartbreaker comes running down to start brawling with Schmetterling.

 

 

Wonderwolf comes running out.

 

Colin: The brawl just going all over the place!

 

 

Question Mark Vraag chases after Wonderwolf and joins the brawl.

 

 

Tino Sabatelli charges out now.

 

 

Lynx charges in last. 

 

 

HONEYCOMB QUALIFIER 6

LYNX VS SM HEARTBREAKER VS SCHMETTERLING VS TINO SABATELLI VS QUESTION MARK VRAAG VS WONDERWOLF

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Colin: And the brawl got everyone in the ring quickly. 

 

Kendra: Sabatelli wasting no time throwing Wonderwolf across the way and Deep Six!! Going for the pin but nothing doing. Heartbreaker catches Tino with an elbow shot. 

 

Colin: Tino bounces up and off the top of the ropes, diving neckbreaker to both SM and Vraag! Tino is on a rampage and Deep Six to Lynx! SM off the ropes and shoulder block to Lynx! 

 

Arvin: Tino with a quick roll-up pin to SM-but quick kick up. 

 

Kendra: Lynx punches Wonderwolf and as Wolf goes down Question locks him in, hoooolding him into the Stunner, DISCULPE! 

 

1!

 

Colin: Lynx kicks! Wolf hits Schmetterling with a fisherman DDT! Lynx taking a tightwalk on the tight rope, DIVING FLATLINER TO TINO! IT'S A SKYWALK! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tino Sabatelli is eliminated by Lynx!

 

Kendra: Superkick by SM to Vraag! SCHMETTERLING FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A BUTTERFLY PILEDRIVER!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Question Mark Vraag is eliminated by Schmetterling!

 

Colin: Schmetterling up from the pin and Lynx hits him with a Shining Wizard! Lynx turns his attention to Wonderwolf and gets a kick combo in while Schmetterling with a double arm DDT on SM! Lynx off the ropes and taking advantage of SM being down to hit him with a runing moonsault! 

 

Arvin: And Wolf meanwhile getting the Cry Wolf on Schmetterling!! Schmetterling looks like he might pass out.

 

Colin: Wonderwolf is a master of submission, but Schmetterling adamantly refuses to give up, and gets himself to the ropes. SM pulls Wonderwolf off and a high angle backbreaker. Lynx gets himself to the ropes and up, positioning himself, Schmetterling up and Lynx launches himself onto the shoulders of Schmetterling, looking for a hurricanrana-

 

Kendra: NO! THERE'S THE HANDSTAND! AAAAAND THE CUTTER! APEX! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Schmetterling is eliminated by Lynx!

 

Kendra: AND THE FORMER CHAMPION IS OUT! Lynx's momentum has been undeniable in this match and now he's coming around for a hurricanrana on SM Heartbreaker!

 

1!

 

Colin: Heartbreaker is up, and BOOMANIA IS IN EFFECT! Lynx not deterred, off the ropes, jumping crossbody to both Heartbreaker and Wonderwolf! COVERS THEM BOTH!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

SM Heartbreaker and Wonderwolf are both pinned by Lynx! Lynx is the winner!

 

 

Cristel Bassano: Here is your winner, Lynx!

 

Arvin: But that spot for the six-pack next week? The one that goes to the 2nd place? What happens when we have two people in that spot?

 

Kendra: I feel that we may learn tomorrow at the Sting. But until then we have a main event with significant considerations.

 

RADIO SILENCE VS TEAM SUPERSTARZ

 

Ding ding ding!

 

Cristel: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT, a five on five match scheduled for one fall!

 

 

The Red Carpet is rolled out and flashes go off. First come out the MAWLIWOOD Blondes, posing in all their glory.

 

 

Behind them, Question Mark comes in and stands between them, posing.

 

 

Behind Question Mark, who pops his collar as they continue up the ramp, are AM Brooks and Tamara Rivers.

 

 

Cristel: First, AM Brooks, Tamara Rivers, Question Mark Vraag, High Risk Winston Lewis, and High Risk Mark Anderson, Team SuperStarz! 

 

 

The arena plunges into darkness. A pulsing heartbeat-like thrum builds, the first notes of "The Phoenix" echoing through the arena. Flashes of red, purple, blue, and white lights strobe in sync with the beat, illuminating the stage in jagged bursts.

 

As the powerful opening line "Put on your war paint" hits, a camera shot from the floor of the entrance ramp reveals six figures, each masked, poised like specters in the flashing lights.

 

At the front, crouched low to the ground on all fours, is Balor Wolfe, his full white dog mask adorned with jagged black streaks. His eyes burn with intensity, locked on the camera as if daring it to move.

 

 

Standing directly behind him, one foot slightly forward, is Zagreus, his dark purple Venetian-style mask with gold accents lending an air of regal mystery. His hands rest firmly on Balor’s shoulders, the duo presenting an unbreakable front.

 

 

To their left stands Johnny, his sleek black half-mask glowing with neon red circuitry. His arms are crossed, head tilted slightly as if analyzing the battlefield ahead. Beside him, V, his futuristic black visor reflecting the flashing lights, shifts his weight restlessly, ever the kinetic energy of the group.

 

 

To their left stands Johnny, his sleek black half-mask glowing with neon red circuitry. His arms are crossed, head tilted slightly as if analyzing the battlefield ahead. Beside him, V, his futuristic black visor reflecting the flashing lights, shifts his weight restlessly, ever the kinetic energy of the group.

 

 

On the right, Eros stands, adorned in his crimson mask with golden feathered edges, his presence both commanding and ethereal. His hands are poised, ready to unmask his comrades.

 

 

 

And looming behind them all is Alastor, unmasked, a devilish grin stretching across his pale face. His glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, a specter of chaotic malevolence. He lightly taps his silver wolf-headed cane against the stage, as if conducting the moment.

 

The moment the lyrics "Strike a match and I’ll burn you to the ground" hit, Eros moves first, stepping forward with effortless grace. He reaches for Zagreus's mask, pulling it away with a flourish. Zagreus smirks as the mask is discarded, rolling his shoulders in anticipation.

 

Next, Eros turns to Balor, kneeling before him and gently lifting his dog mask away. Balor tilts his head back, wild-eyed and smirking, cracking his neck as he rises to full height. Eros steps back, lifting both masks high, a triumphant offering to the moment.

 

Behind them, Johnny and V simultaneously remove their masks, tossing them aside as they exchange a knowing glance. Johnny adjusts his wrist tape, while V bounces on his heels, hyped and ready.

 

Alastor remains untouched, his grin widening as he slowly spreads his arms, welcoming the chaos that follows.

 

As the music surges into the chorus, the team begins their march down the ramp in perfect synchrony. Balor and Zagreus lead, their energy commanding. Johnny and V move just behind them, fluid and confident. Eros follows, his hands held behind his back, exuding silent authority. And Alastor? He walks with a slow, exaggerated swagger, occasionally glancing at the audience and tilting his head as if considering something amusing.

 

At ringside, Zagreus and Johnny leap onto the apron in unison, while Balor and V slide under the bottom rope, popping up instantly. Eros takes the stairs, climbing with an air of sophistication, while Alastor simply steps over the top rope, landing with a casual bounce.

 

As the line "So dance alone to the beat of your heart" echoes through the arena, Zagreus executes a smooth front flip over the ropes, while Johnny vaults himself inside.

 

Balor and Zagreus immediately break off to opposite corners of the ring, striking their signature poses. Johnny and V do the same, mirroring their partners. Eros stands center ring, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Alastor, meanwhile, simply leans against the ropes, feigning boredom, before flashing the camera another wicked grin.

 

As the final line "Raise you like a phoenix" rings out, the music cuts off abrmuptly, leaving a charged silence in its wake. The crowd roars as Radio Silence stands tall, a six-man force of chaos, precision, and charisma.

 

Cristel: And their opponents! Accompanied by Eros, the Trios Champions, Johnny, V, and Zagreus; the Champion of the Gods, Balor Wolfe; and the Radio Demon, Alastor - they are...RAAAAADIO! SIIIIIIIILENCE!

 

[The bell rings as Mark Anderson and Balor Wolfe stand across from each other. The tension in the ring is palpable, with the stakes high—if Radio Silence loses, they forfeit the trios belts, and if anyone pins Balor, they’re added to the cell match.]

 

Colin McRae: "Here we go! Ten-man tag team action, and it’s starting with Balor Wolfe and Mark Anderson, two men who know how to control a match."

 

Arvin Wallace: "Balor’s a man with a plan, Colin. And don’t forget—if anyone pins him tonight, they get added to the cell match. You don’t think that’s weighing on his mind?"

 

Kendra Mavis: "I don’t think Balor ever steps into that ring without a plan. And let’s be real—the numbers here aren’t exactly fair. It’s a five-on-four match since Alastor is just a hologram at ringside."

 

Colin McRae: "Well, fair or not, we’re underway, and Balor immediately surges forward—BIG forearm to Anderson’s jaw! Anderson staggers—Balor whips him into the ropes, catches him—OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "Good lord, he tossed Anderson like a ragdoll!"

 

Anderson stumbles to his feet, shaking off the impact, but Balor is already on him—short-arm lariat! The impact rattles the ring as Anderson rolls to the apron, blinking in shock. He pushes up, shaking his head as if to say ‘not like this,’ but Balor grabs him—

 

Colin McRae: "German suplex! Balor just ragdolled Anderson again!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Anderson’s strong, but Balor’s just throwing him around like nothing!"

 

Anderson clutches the back of his head, looking over at his corner. Balor looms over him, waiting for him to rise, almost daring him to keep fighting. Anderson wisely shakes his head and reaches out—TAG! Winston Lewis enters the match!

 

Colin McRae: "Anderson’s had enough, and here comes 'High Risk' Winston Lewis, looking to turn the tide!"

 

**Lewis immediately rushes in, feinting a leap before ducking under Balor’s clothesline. He bounces off the ropes—BIG DROPKICK! Balor barely budges! Lewis lands on his feet and charges again—SPINNING WHEEL KICK! Balor stumbles back into the corner!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "That might be the best way to fight Balor—speed! He can’t toss you around if you’re too fast to catch!"

 

**Lewis lines up another attack, sprinting towards Balor in the corner—but Balor explodes out with a massive RUNNING KNEE LIFT! Lewis crumples to the mat, dazed!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "And just like that, Balor shuts it down! That’s the thing about him—he waits for one mistake!"

 

Balor backs up into his own corner, and just as Lewis pushes himself up—TAG! Zagreus blind tags himself in! Balor simply leans against the turnbuckle, sliding out of the ring and kneeling on the apron next to Alastor. The two begin whispering, their conversation just out of reach of the cameras and commentary.

 

Colin McRae: "Wait—Balor just tagged out. And now he’s talking with Alastor again. We’ve seen this before…"

 

Kendra Mavis: "You know what, Colin? I trust the plan when it comes to those two."

 

**Meanwhile, in the ring, Zagreus springs onto the top rope—SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! He crashes into Lewis and pops right back up, feeding off the crowd’s energy! Lewis stirs—Zagreus sprints—BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "Zagreus is like a human highlight reel! The man never stops moving!"

 

**Lewis rolls onto his knees, shaking off the cobwebs. Zagreus smirks and rushes back to the ropes, leaping up—V tags himself in mid-flight! Zagreus still commits—SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! Lewis barely has time to react before V slingshots in, leaping over the ropes—SPRINGBOARD EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!"

 

Colin McRae: "V with the blind tag—AND HE FOLLOWS UP WITH A HUGE SHOT!"

 

**Lewis is reeling now, clutching his jaw as he tries to rise. V points to Johnny, who nods—TAG! Johnny vaults onto the top rope—SPRINGBOARD SWANTON BOMB!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Radio Silence is just flowing like water right now!"

 

**Johnny stays on the attack, grabbing Lewis and whipping him to the ropes—BUT HE GETS TOO CLOSE TO THE OPPOSING CORNER! TAMARA RIVERS BLIND-SIDES HIM WITH A MASSIVE FOREARM FROM THE APRON!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "OH! And that’s how you turn things around!"

 

**Johnny stumbles forward, dazed—Lewis capitalizes with a LEAPING NECKBREAKER! Johnny clutches his neck as he writhes on the mat. Lewis shakes out the cobwebs, looking to his corner, and wastes no time—TAG TO TAMARA RIVERS!"

 

Colin McRae: "And now the powerhouse, Tamara Rivers, enters the match!"

 

**Rivers steps through the ropes, cracking her knuckles as Johnny struggles to his feet. She measures him up, then charges—LARIAT! Johnny flips inside out from the impact!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "That’s brute force right there!"

 

**Johnny tries to scramble up, but Rivers doesn’t let up. She hauls him to his feet, lifts him with ease—MILITARY PRESS SLAM! Johnny crashes to the mat, his body bouncing on impact!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "And just like that, Rivers is in full control!"

 

As Johnny writhes on the mat, Rivers steps forward, looking out at the crowd before glancing toward Balor and Alastor—who are still deep in conversation on the apron, seemingly unfazed. The momentum of the match has shifted, and now Team Rivers is in control.

 

Colin McRae: "Momentum has swung, and Radio Silence is in trouble here!"

 

Colin McRae: "Tamara Rivers just planted Johnny with that Military Press Slam, and now she’s dragging him to the enemy corner—this is bad news for Radio Silence!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "They came out hot, but this is what happens when you get caught in the wrong part of town! Now it's time for everyone on the opposing team to take their pound of flesh!"

 

Rivers smirks before tagging in Mark Anderson. Johnny is just starting to push himself up when Anderson grabs him—

 

Colin McRae: "Anderson’s in—snap suplex! Quick, effective, and Johnny is still down!"

 

Anderson doesn’t waste time, tagging in Winston Lewis. Lewis slingshots over the ropes—ELBOW DROP to Johnny’s chest! He hooks a leg—

 

One!

 

Two—kickout!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Still fight left in Johnny, but he’s getting worn down fast!"

 

Lewis shakes his head and drags Johnny up by his hair before pointing at AJ Lee. The crowd pops as he tags her in!

 

Arvin Wallace: "And here comes AJ Lee! You know she’s got a grudge against Radio Silence!"

 

AJ steps through the ropes and immediately fires a kick into Johnny’s ribs, then another! Johnny tries to get to his feet, but she snatches his arm—

 

Colin McRae: "AJ Lee with the Black Widow—wait! No! She spins it into a TORNADO DDT!"

 

**Johnny’s head bounces off the mat as AJ rolls through, standing tall as the crowd roars. She drags Johnny up, looking to keep the momentum going, and tags in Vraag!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "And now it’s Vraag’s turn. Johnny has taken a beating—he needs to get to his corner!"

 

Vraag steps in, looking smug as he towers over Johnny. He drags him up—LIFTING GUTBUSTER! Johnny gasps for air as Vraag taunts the Radio Silence corner before pulling Johnny back up.

 

Colin McRae: "Vraag is looking for something big here—he’s got Johnny hooked! LIFTING SPINEBUSTER!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "That might be it!"

 

Vraag hooks the leg!

 

One!

 

Two—Johnny kicks out!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Johnny refuses to stay down!"

 

**Vraag shakes his head and drags Johnny up again, looking for another high-impact move. He lifts Johnny for a back suplex—but Johnny flips out, lands on his feet, and stumbles toward his corner! Vraag turns—Johnny leaps—TAG TO V!"

 

Colin McRae: "Here comes V, and he’s moving at lightspeed!"

 

**V vaults over the ropes and sprints at Vraag—DROPKICK to the chest! Vraag stumbles back—V hits the ropes—RUNNING KNEE STRIKE! Vraag collapses to a knee!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "The human highlight reel is on fire!"

 

Anderson rushes in—V ducks under a clothesline, hits the ropes—LEAPING ENZUIGIRI! Anderson falls to the mat! Lee charges at him—V leaps—HURRICANRANA SENDS HER SPRAWLING!

 

Kendra Mavis: "V is taking on the whole team!"

 

Lewis jumps onto the apron—V sprints up the turnbuckles—SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK sends Lewis crashing to the floor! The crowd is electric as V pops to his feet, pointing to Anderson and Lee, who are both standing up at the same time. He backs into the ropes, takes off running—

 

Colin McRae: "CROSSBODY TO BOTH ANDERSON AND AJ LEE! V takes them both out!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "This kid is unreal! How does he move like that?!"

 

V rolls to his feet, hyped up and feeding off the energy of the crowd. He turns toward Vraag, ready to finish what he started—

WHAM! Tamara Rivers with a cheap shot from the apron! She nails V in the back of the head with a nasty forearm!

 

Colin McRae: "Oh, come on! Again?!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Every time V gets rolling, Tamara Rivers shuts it down!"

 

V stumbles forward—Vraag capitalizes, scooping him up and slamming him hard to the mat! He quickly tags in Winston Lewis, who steps in and lines V up. He waits for him to rise, measuring him carefully—

 

Colin McRae: "Lewis is setting up—SPINNING URANAGE! He planted V with authority!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "That might have just knocked all the wind out of him!"

 

Lewis kneels over V, smirking as the tide of the match has shifted once again. Radio Silence is reeling, and their high-flyer is in trouble!

 

Colin McRae: "Winston Lewis just crushed V with that Spinning Uranage, and now it’s déjà vu—dragging him to the enemy corner, just like they did to Johnny!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "V came in like a bullet train, but now he’s derailed! This team is doing exactly what they need to do—cut the ring in half, keep the fresh man out!"

 

Lewis tags in Mark Anderson, who immediately drops a knee onto V’s ribs before pulling him up.

 

Colin McRae: "Anderson with a textbook Gutwrench Suplex—V is in serious trouble!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "V needs to get to his corner before this gets worse!"

 

Anderson tags in AJ Lee, who stalks V with a grin before yanking him up by his hair.

 

Colin McRae: "AJ Lee with a hard slap across the face! And—OH! Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! V is reeling!"

 

**AJ backs up, eyes locked on V as he tries to crawl to the ropes. She rushes in—SHINING WIZARD! V’s head snaps back as he crashes to the mat!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "I don’t care who you are, you don’t just walk away from a shot like that!"

 

AJ covers!

 

ONE! TWO—V kicks out!

 

Kendra Mavis: "That might’ve knocked him loopy, but V is still fighting!"

 

AJ smirks and tags in Vraag, who steps in and immediately hoists V up into a Fireman’s Carry. He marches to the center of the ring—

 

Colin McRae: "Vraag looking for something devastating here—DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!"

 

V crashes to the mat hard, his body arching in pain. Vraag doesn’t go for the pin—instead, he drags V up by the wrist, laughing as he tosses him toward the ropes.

 

Arvin Wallace: "They’re toying with him now! This is what happens when you bite off more than you can chew!"

 

**Vraag charges—V ducks the clothesline! Vraag turns—LEAPING KNEE from V! Vraag stumbles back—V hits the ropes—SPRINGBOARD CHINBREAKER! Vraag’s head snaps back as he crashes to the mat!"

 

Colin McRae: "V with the opening! He’s gotta make the tag!"

 

V clutches his ribs as he crawls to the corner—Zagreus reaches out—

 

Balor Wolfe steps into the ring and takes the tag instead.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wait… Balor took the tag?! Zagreus was right there!"

 

Zagreus blinks in surprise, then looks at Balor—who gives him a small nod. Zagreus pauses, then nods back with a smirk.

 

Colin McRae: "And here we go! Balor Wolfe is legal, and he looks ready!"

 

Balor EXPLODES into the ring—he rushes Vraag and nearly takes his head off with a LARIAT! Anderson jumps in—Balor ducks a wild punch—GERMAN SUPLEX sends him flying! AJ Lee tries to cut him off—Balor catches her—BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

 

Arvin Wallace: "I don't think I’ve ever seen Balor this fired up!"

 

Lewis charges in—Balor sidesteps, grabs him—URANAGE BACKBREAKER!

 

Colin McRae: "Balor Wolfe is clearing house!"

 

Tamara Rivers steps in, cracking her knuckles as she smirks. She moves in for another cheap shot—but this time, Balor catches her wrist mid-swing!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Ohhh, not this time, Rivers!"

 

Balor glares at her as Rivers suddenly looks unsure. Before she can react—he hoists her onto his shoulders, looking for a power move—but Lewis rushes in behind him—ROLL-UP!

 

ONE! TWO—Balor KICKS OUT!

 

Colin McRae: "That was close! If Balor gets pinned, whoever does it is added to the Cell match!"

 

Lewis rolls back to his feet, and Rivers starts yelling at him.

 

Tamara Rivers: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? We are only still in this because of me!"

 

Winston Lewis: "How about you let me wrestle the damn match?!"

 

Their argument drags on for a few seconds too long—long enough for Balor to rise behind them. He grabs them both by the throat!

 

Arvin Wallace: "Uh-oh… they’re about to regret that!"

 

Balor LIFTS THEM BOTH—DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! The ring shakes on impact as the crowd erupts!

 

Kendra Mavis: "What a display of power from Balor Wolfe!"

 

Balor stands tall, exhaling hard as he looks out over the crowd. From ringside, a familiar voice cuts through the noise—

 

Alastor: "Balor. Now."

 

Balor slowly turns to face the source of the voice. Alastor’s holographic form is grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glowing. Balor stares at him for a long moment… then smirks, just like Alastor.

 

Colin McRae: "What… what does that mean?"

 

Balor steps toward the corner, walks past a waiting Zagreus, and tags him in. At the same moment, a thick cloud of smoke begins to billow up from under Alastor, completely covering him! Balor steps down from the apron and enters the smoke as well, disappearing into the eerie fog!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Something is happening… and I don’t know if I like it!"

 

**Zagreus wastes no time—he rushes into the ring, grabbing Lewis, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound—POP-UP KNEE STRIKE! Lewis crumbles to the mat!"

 

Colin McRae: "Zagreus with a MASSIVE knee!"

 

But just as Zagreus looks to capitalize—WHAM! Tamara Rivers with ANOTHER CHEAP SHOT!

 

Kendra Mavis: "AGAIN?! How many times is she going to do that?!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "Until it stops working, Kendra!"

 

Rivers wipes her mouth and smirks, standing over Zagreus as the match shifts back in their favor once more…

 

Colin McRae: "Radio Silence is in serious trouble! The numbers game is catching up to them!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "They’ve been fighting like hell, but it’s a five-on-three situation right now. And Balor and Alastor… they’re still lost in that smoke!"

 

Tamara Rivers stands over Zagreus, smirking as she motions for the rest of her team to join in. Winston Lewis, Mark Anderson, AJ Lee, and Vraag step into the ring, surrounding the three remaining members of Radio Silence like a pack of wolves.

 

Arvin Wallace: "They’re not even pretending to play fair anymore—this is a mugging!"

 

And with that, the beatdown begins. Vraag and Anderson yank Zagreus up—DOUBLE BACK SUPLEX! Johnny barely gets to his feet before AJ Lee charges—HURRICANRANA SPIKES HIM HEADFIRST INTO THE MAT! V stumbles up—Winston Lewis blasts him with a PUMPHANDLE SLAM!

 

Colin McRae: "They are just dismantling them!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "But look! Every time they go for the cover, Johnny, V, or Zagreus kicks out!"

 

One by one, the members of the opposing team go for pin attempts—each time, the ref’s hand hits the mat twice, but never three. Zagreus barely rolls a shoulder up after a brutal knee from Vraag. Johnny escapes after Anderson's Running Powerslam. V somehow kicks out of a second Uranage from Lewis.

 

Arvin Wallace: "They should be done by now! They’re running on fumes, but they refuse to stay down!"

 

Winston Lewis looks down at Johnny, frustration building. He yanks him up, lifting him for a Powerbomb—but Johnny COUNTERS INTO A FRANKENSTEINER! Lewis tumbles to the mat, scrambling to his feet—V charges and SPRINGBOARDS—BIG DROPKICK sends him rolling to the outside!

 

Colin McRae: "They’re still fighting!"

 

AJ Lee tries to cut V off, but Zagreus stumbles forward and grabs her—NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! The bridge—

 

ONE! TWO—ANDERSON BREAKS IT UP!

 

Anderson clubs Zagreus over the back before pulling him up, locking him in for a Suplex—but Johnny cuts him off—SUPERKICK TO THE JAW! Anderson drops to his knees—Zagreus and Johnny hit the ropes—DOUBLE BASEMENT DROPKICK!

 

Kendra Mavis: "They’re somehow keeping themselves in this fight!"

 

Rivers, seeing enough, rolls into the ring and grabs Johnny, whipping him HARD into the corner. He stumbles out—Rivers spins him—RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE! Johnny drops flat to the mat, unmoving!

 

Colin McRae: "That might be it for Johnny!"

 

Rivers quickly covers—

 

ONE! TWO—ZAGREUS DIVES IN TO BREAK IT UP!

 

Arvin Wallace: "HOW are they still holding on?!"

 

Rivers is fuming. She pulls Zagreus up and slaps him across the face before dragging him toward the corner. She nods to Vraag—who climbs up the ropes as she lifts Zagreus onto her shoulders.

 

Colin McRae: "They’re looking for something BIG here!"

 

Vraag stands tall on the top rope—he leaps—DIVING LARIAT—BUT ZAGREUS TWISTS IN MID-AIR, TURNING IT INTO A DDT! Vraag's head SPIKES into the mat!

 

Kendra Mavis: "WHAT A COUNTER BY ZAGREUS!"

 

All around the ring, bodies are strewn across the canvas. Everyone is battered, exhausted, and barely able to move. The opposing team slowly begins to recover first, crawling toward each other as Johnny, V, and Zagreus do the same.

 

And then…

 

Arvin Wallace: "Wait… do you see that?"

 

The smoke at ringside… it’s starting to fade.

 

Colin McRae: "It’s been hanging there since Balor and Alastor disappeared into it… but now…"

 

A strange silence falls over the crowd as the thick, eerie fog that had blanketed Alastor’s corner begins to thin, revealing shifting figures inside. Something is happening in that smoke. And whatever it is… it’s about to change everything.

 

Colin McRae: "Tamara Rivers is setting up for the kill! This could be the end of Radio Silence!"

 

Rivers pulls Zagreus up, setting him in position for one of her finishers. She tightens her grip, ready to drive him into the mat—

—but then the smoke… it vanishes.

 

And Balor Wolfe… is gone.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Wait… where’s Balor?! Where did he—"

 

Arvin Wallace: "No. No. No, no, no, NO!"

 

Because stepping through the fading mist, slowly walking up the steel steps, is Alastor.

 

Only this time… he is whole.

 

The eerie, flickering nature of his presence is gone. He is solid. Tangible. Real.

 

Rivers freezes. Her grip on Zagreus loosens just enough—Zagreus rips himself free! He stumbles, diving forward—

 

TAG! ALASTOR IS LEGAL!

 

The crowd erupts in a mix of deafening cheers and terrified screams. Some are ecstatic. Others are outright horrified.

 

Colin McRae: "Oh my god… he’s real. He’s REALLY here."

 

Kendra Mavis: "And he has one target in mind—Tamara Rivers!"

 

Alastor steps through the ropes slowly, methodically. That ever-present devilish grin never leaves his face. Rivers, wide-eyed, barely has time to react—

 

—BEFORE ALASTOR BLURS FORWARD WITH UNNATURAL SPEED—

 

—AND BLASTS RIVERS WITH A THUNDEROUS KICK TO THE HEAD!

 

Arvin Wallace: "THAT'S NOT FAIR! THAT'S NOT HUMAN!"

 

Rivers crumples to the mat, but Alastor doesn’t stop.

 

AJ Lee rushes him—

 

—RADIO’S CALL! The brutal wrist-lock chokeslam SLAMS AJ Lee into the canvas with sickening force!

 

Winston Lewis sees what’s happening and storms forward—

 

—ANOTHER RADIO’S CALL! His body whiplashes off the mat, left sprawled out!

 

Mark Anderson tries to charge, but Alastor turns toward him, eyes glowing with amusement. Anderson hesitates for a second—too long.

 

Alastor grins.

 

DEVIL’S ENCORE! A vicious snap neckbreaker into a sit-out powerbomb SLAMS Anderson down with destructive impact!

 

Colin McRae: "Alastor is DOMINATING! He’s picking them apart!"

 

Vraag tries to strike from behind, throwing a heavy forearm—Alastor turns and catches him by the throat.

 

He grins again.

 

BROKEN MELODY! Vraag is DRIVEN DOWN with the modified neckbreaker, his body collapsing lifelessly to the mat.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Rivers has been the thorn in Radio Silence’s side all match, and you can tell—Alastor wants to make her suffer."

 

Arvin Wallace: "NO! SHE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS! THIS IS WRONG!"

 

The screams from the audience grow as Alastor slowly turns his gaze back to Rivers. She’s barely stirring, crawling towards the ropes, desperately trying to get away.

 

Alastor doesn’t rush. He stalks. Step by step, he closes the distance.

 

Rivers, realizing she has nowhere to go, swings wildly—Alastor catches her wrist.

 

He pulls her in.

 

One last grin.

 

RADIO’S CALL! THE BRUTAL CHOKESLAM SLAMS RIVERS DOWN WITH AUTHORITY!

 

But he isn’t done.

 

Alastor slowly crouches over her fallen body, tilting his head. Then, with cruel deliberation, he lifts her into position…

 

SHADOW’S EMBRACE! The shadows swirl as he DRIVES RIVERS DOWN HEADFIRST with the tombstone piledriver!

 

He doesn’t hook the leg. He doesn’t press down aggressively.

 

He simply places one hand on Rivers' chest.

 

The referee counts.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

 

DING DING DING!

 

Colin McRae: "IT’S OVER! RADIO SILENCE WINS!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "NO! THIS WASN’T FAIR! ALASTOR—HE’S—HE’S A MONSTER!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Like it or not, Arvin… the Radio Demon just settled the score."

 

The bell rings, but the eerie silence lingers. Alastor rises, standing over Rivers' fallen form. His expression remains eerily calm, but his eyes—his glowing, burning red eyes—tell another story.

 

Outside the ring, the remains of the opposing team barely stir. Inside, Johnny and V slowly recover, watching Alastor with knowing expressions. Zagreus, still catching his breath, looks toward the corner.

 

Balor is still gone.

 

Colin McRae: "Radio Silence may have won the match, but… something tells me that whatever just happened here tonight… it’s far from over."

 

As Alastor steps back, the lights flicker—

 

And then… the screen cuts to black.



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