PREVIOUS WEEK, FOLLOWING THE BELL

 

Tides of Time and Brian Storm continue brawling through the kitchen area. 

 

 

Tides of Time lifts Brian Storm over his head and runs him through the line of pots, tossing him onto the stove which currently has pretzels forming in a pot of hot oil. The pot gets bumped, with oil splashing on Brian. He grunts but stops short of a yell, then picks up a ladle from the pot and splashes Tides with it. Tides lets out a quick growl and Brian punches Tides in the burn spot. Brian takes his knuckle and grinds it into Tides' burn. Tides punches Brian in the gut then uppercuts him with a stil-warm pan. Tides boots the pan into Brian's face, and he lets out a growl.

 

Brian charges Tides into the freezer door and opens it quickly, smacking the door into Tides. Brian snap suplexes Tides into the freezer shelves, causing them to collapse. Tides grabs a frozen shark steak and baseball bats Brian in the face with it. Tides grabs Brian by the head and smashes his face into a bowl of steaming mac and cheese repeatedly. Tides throws Brian's head through the window of the kitchen door, and walks around to the other side and boots him in the face. Tides steps back and runs up to stomp Brian with his head in the window. 

 

Tides pulls Brian back and hits him with an Angle Slam. Brian gets to his feet and spears him through the door. They go into the hallway of the arena throwing huddled fists at each other. Tides offers to take empty beer bottles off a passerby going towards recycling and smashes one over the head of Brian. Brian chokeslams Tides on the hallway floor then dumps him headfirst into one of the trash cans. As Tides tries to get out of the trash Brian kicks the can repeatedly. 

 

Tides struggles to get himself out of the trash and spits a rogue nacho chip at Brian, catching him off guard and allowing Tides to ripcord Brian with the tie into a knee to the midsection. Brian curls over and Tides tosses him into a merch stand. Brian takes a framed poster of himself and smashes it over the head of Tides, then signs the poster and hands it to a fan passing by. Brian takes a foam championship belt and wraps it around the face of Tides, tightening his grip and restricting the air flow to Tides. Tides elbows him off and whips him into the wall, ten-count bashing Brian's face on the water fountain. Brian low blows Tides and German Suplexes him onto the linoleum. Brian tosses Tides into an open door leading them into a sound control room.

 

Tides judo flips Brian onto the control panel, and activates it.

 

 

Brian rolls off and smashes TIdes' head into the panel.

 

 

SMASH!

 

 

SMASH!

 

 

BIG SMASH!

 

 

VERY QUICK SMASH!

 

 

Brian decides he likes that song and pulls Tides off the console only for Tides to judo flip him onto it.

 

 

Tides punches Brian in rhythm with the drums, Brian twirls Tides with the guitar riff. As the lyrics kick in, Brian starts fighting back and the two find their shoulders shimmying to the rhythm as they trade blows. 

 

The music cuts to the Choral singing part as Brian lifts Tides up with in a double chokeslam, sparks flying behind him, then he chokeslams him into the console. 

 

Outside the music shifts can be heard by the already dispersing crowd, who don't know how to react to the changing sounds. A single janitor looks up then keeps mopping. 

 

Back in the room, Brian is mounted on Tides, throwing right punches to the "Poe" repetition, switching hands with the "Edgar (right) Allen (left) Edger (right) Allen (left) Poe Poe Poe (back to rights)". As they sing "Who the hell is" Tides low blows Brian and ties him by his tie to the rolling chair, leaving him to struggle as he walks out. 

 

BELL CENTRE

MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA

MARCH 7, 2025

 

 

Muse "Madness" plays through the arena in Bell Centre as fireworks go off. Colin McRae, Arvin Wallace-Jones, and Kendra Mavis sit at their microphones.

 

 

Colin: Hello, hello, HELLO! Welcome back to our second sold out night here in Montreal, I'm Colin McRae and I'm joined by my two NEW desk mates, Arvin Wallace-Jones and Kendra Mavis, who were going to be Malice's desk commentators but Malice was a quickly aborted mission so they are now here replacing Bianca Diaz at the desk. I promise not to be an emotional wreck this week, I got my cry in between last week and this, but Bianca will ostensibly explain herself tonight as to why she's decided to go back to Zora Luthor. You two were here when that all went down last week.

 

 

Kendra: It was pretty bizarre watching her descent in real time. 

 

 

Arvin: On bizarre, last week was capped off by a Rumble twice the size of Spring Fling, and it was won by one of the coterie of kooks from DOC. 

 

Kendra: It seems almost like Spring Fling is going to be a step back, it'll be interesting to see what if anything changes about the setup. It would be wild if Anastasia of DOC was considered a guarantee for our Fallout event but I don't think that's what's in the cards.

 

Colin: Let's talk about tonight's card. Our main event is a spillover from last week, when Aztec of DOC takes on Sombras in a Three Stages of Death Match. Apparently La Sangre Maldita saw fit to capture one of their staff, Milo Rivers. Also on the card...it's a massive show folks so we won't run through all of them, let's focus on the first half.

 

Arvin: Two of our champs will be facing their Spring Sting competitors in non-title matches, with JCM Ace taking on Tank Vanguard and James D taking on Blood Drawn. Now, JCM made somewhat quick work of Tank two weeks back when Tank made an open challenge for a championship. And we'll find out if you can get blood from a stone when the Vampire Samurai Kyu Ketsu takes on the cold blooded Ivan Volkov. 

 

Kendra: Pen Gwen will have a chance to get her hands on her former partner today, we have the exciting debut of High Flyer Mono, and we have multiple others making their debuts as well. That's just some of what will happen but first we're dealing with the fallout from MAWL Malice last week when Sprinkl tried to piss on Wildfire's good time. 

 

 

"I Wanna Rock " By Twisted Sister plays on the 'tron as WildFire dressed in his Orange and Blue Edmonton Oilers Jersey, struts down the entrance ramp to the ring.

 

 

WildFire : Bienvenue Montreal, CANADA !!! Welcome to Maxium Awesome Wrestling Legacy !!!! And Merci Beacoup, Madames et Monsieurs, it is an Honour and a Privledge to be here with you tonight.  Thank you one and all !!"

WildFire : "Since I have used up most of my High School French, and my Google Translate seems to be on the fritz, let get down to it....."

WildFire pauses.

WildFire pauses looking around.

WildFire looks around some more : "Hmm looks like someone missed their que?"

WildFire :"Uhh hey, dude Sprikl Farts, my liittle pony dude, sugar sweet boy... that's your que..." He turns and points at the 'tron expectantly.

"WildFire :????"

"WildFire : Alright.....please rise is you are able, take off your hats ...and ,..." He turns towards the 'tron expectantly.

WildFire shakes his head in exasperation: "Join me in singing the Bilingual version of the Canadian National Anthem !!!"

O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all of us command,
Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter la croix!
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brillants exploits,
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

 

 

Sprinkl gets to the apron and adjusts his sunglasses, pointing to the same damn "Dunkin is Better than Tim's" shirt. The crowd boos. 

 

 

Sprinkl: Now how am I supposed to take your country seriously when your National Anthem has a damn fizzy water drink in it?

 

Kendra: Does he not know that La Croix is actually a real French word?

 

Sprinkl: I don't even wanna waste my beautiful words on you. Bad enough I wasted my good hair gel on this. 

 

SPRINKL VS WILDFIRE

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, WildFire! And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 212 pounds, the Donut Dadddy, SPRINKL!

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: WildFire prides himself on being an all-point player, going by the motto Bleed em, submit em, pin em, and he's going the bleed em route it looks like, going for a big boot to the face and Sprinkl catches his foot, hatch suplex! Sprinkl off the ropes to follow up with a knee drop but NO WildFire rolls out of the way and Sprinkl lands on his knee! Fire picks up the knee and smashes it into the ground! What brought this match on?

 

Arvin: Last week WildFire wanted to celebrate being here in his home country of Canada when Sprinkl had to run his fool mouth and besmirch the great name of Tim Horton's. WildFire is looking to shut up the loudmouth Bostonian, the New England Pastriot. 

 

Kendra: And a kick to the mouth oughta help in that. WAIT! SPRINKL GRABS HIS LEGS AND TRIPPING HIM...Gets the legs all the way back and into The Boston Creme! The spine of WildFire is not meant to bend that way! It's a little too early for this to be the end and WildFire agrees! WildFire pushes him straight off and off the ropes into a legdrop. 

 

Arvin: Sprinkl to his feet quickly and European Uppercut to WildFire. Getting behind and bridging German! The Rainbow Sprinkles! Going for the pin, but WildFire rolls out easily and goes running back to the ropes, back around and Sprinkl evades for a schoolboy pin!

 

Kendra: Sprinkl keeps trying end this without doing the work, and not learning his lesson. Sprinkl getting frustrated with this and throwing quick series of fists on Fire. Throwing Fire off the ropes and jumping knee shot. Throwing Fire off the ropes again and a flapjack! One more time around and this time Sprinkl catches him with a spinkick! Sprinkl has really turned this around, and continuing the bludgeoning with a jumping fist drop.

 

Colin: Sprinkl off the ropes again and goes for the legdrop... WildFire catches him and rolls him up!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

WildFire wins by Pinfall with a rollup pin!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, WildFire!

 

Arvin: And Sprinkl threw everything at him save the kitchen sink and WildFire able to catch him out.

 

Kendra: Maybe he needed to get that kitchen sink involved. 

 

THE NAKED LORD AND DIDDY VS 50 CENT AND GREG ARIAS VS MANDA MIENTO AND LOU BISON

 

Ash: The following contest is a triple threat tag match and is scheduled for one fall! From the Purity Cave, Nakedsville, weighing in at 165 pounds, the Preacher of the Naked Gospel, NAKED LORD!

 

 

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 partner! From New York City, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the Comeback Kid, P. Diddy Sean Combs!

 

Kendra: P Diddy was the man who took the win in Team Naked's survivor match against SIR, you gotta imagine that SIR has been steaming about being beaten by the freaks they swore to eliminate. 

 

Colin: And you also gotta imagine that P. Diddy must not be a happy camper, as 50 Cent has rained on his parade twice already, first with that oil tankard and then eliminating him in the Rumble.

 

 

Metallica "Sad But True" plays and Rina Kabayashi, Esq, walks out onto the apron, with a microphone and a manila folder. She holds up her hand to cut the music just before the iconic drum fill goes off. The audience boos.

 

 

Rina: Shut up, you delinquents and deadbeats.

 

Colin: I wasn't expecting that.

 

Kendra: Yeah, it took us off guard last week too.

 

Rina: I have here (crowd boos louder) I HAVE HERE a Summons for a Mr. Sean Combs, a Mr. Naked Lord, and Mr. Deke the Freak, and a Mr. Zeke the Sneak. I see that only two of you garbage pails are here, so you will have to be the recipients of this. This serves as notice that you are being sued by a Mr. Manda Miento for emotional damages wrought by the humiliation he suffered last week in this hellhole. 

 

Colin: Emotional damage? You chose to be in this game and you shouldn't come if you can't handle losing.

 

Arvin: I agree with you Colin, but there's more to the story than that. Let's take back to last week.

 

Video plays of Manda being covered in oil by Diddy, EAK! and Naked, followed by Naked's butt drop. 

 

Colin: Okay, yeah, I think they have a case. 

 

Rina: You will be giving payment in the form of 50 THOOOOUSAND Dollars, and One (1) Beatdown! And we are coming to collect the latter right now.

 

Rina drops her fist for the music to resume, and Manda Miento and Lou Bison come charging in.

 

 

Ash: And their opponents! First, representing Sanity In Ring, at a Combined weight of 550 pounds, Lou Bison and Manda Miento!

 

Arvin: And they're charging Diddy and Naked before this match even begins! Naked and Diddy sliding out the other side of the ring and running from their opponents! SIR giving chase...and we still have one more team to get out here!

 

 

50 Cent "I Get Money" plays over the speakers as the Titantron shows Money Signs. Green and Gold pyro goes off and 50 comes out, holding his chains out and shouting to the roaring approval of the fan base. 

 

 

50 walks with intention down the ring, pointing to his opponents and Diddy in particular, and intermittently beating his chest as many in the crowd sing along to the theme. 

 

Ash: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 215 pounds, 50 CENT!

 

Kendra: And 50 Cent made his in-ring debut at last week's dueling rumble, showcasing absolute dominance and scoring multiple eliminations. We're now getting a proper introduction to the man who doesn't need to die trying, because he definitely got rich.

 

Colin: And the fans love him, and I love him, and I think the only ones who may not love him are the ones he sent spiraling to the floor. 

 

 

Good Dude Greg Arias makes his way out to the apron, big smile on his face as he's moving his arms in a flow motion to the opening guitar riffs of Trik Turner "Friends and Family". 

 

 

When the "Oh" kicks in Greg closes his eyes and stops on the apron, acts as almost a conductor, leading the fans in "OhhhOhhhOHHHH OhhhOhhhhOhhhh Oh Oh". Meanwhile in the ring 50 is pounding on Diddy in the corner as Manda and Lou double back body drop Naked.

 

Ash: And his partner! From Boise, Idaho, weighing in at 301 pounds, Good Dude GREG ARIAS!

 

Greg walks down the apron, big smile never leaving, swaying gently as he walks to the song. 

 

Colin: Greg Arias coming into this match facing down the only man who's been able to break his smile, Diddy, but it seems like he's got it back.

 

Kendra: Well he better wake up out of his flowy vibey happy time before he gets to the ring, because the match has already effectively started without him and he's walkin' into a war zone!

 

Colin: This reminds me of Baby Groot dancing to Mr. Blue Sky in the opening of Guardians 2. 

 

Arvin: Greg's feet finally touch mat meaning this match is officially underway, and immediately Lou bridles him with a spear. That's gonna wake you up!

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: 50 going back to charge the elbow strike and Diddy moves and 50 eats Buckle! 50 in the corner, Diddy working his way backwards, bounce off the ropes and coming around for a Bad Boy Bounce! Bison whips Arias across the ropes, picks Arias up for a Spinebuster NO ARIAS BRINGS HIM DOWN! HE JUST REVERSED A SPINEBUSTER INTO A PEDIGREE!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Greg Arias pins Lou Bison with a reversal Pedigree for the...

 

Arvin: Wait! What the hell is Starz doing HERE? Malice has been shuttered!

 

 

CN: By the Power vested in me as the BRAND NEW General Manager of MAWL Madness-

 

Kendra: What? Does Leila know about this?

 

Colin: Following the threatening messages Leila Blake has received, she has taken it upon herself to stick to the back offices and get a new face out here.

 

CN: I am officially declaring this match an ELIMINATION Match! It must continue!

 

Arvin: And the look of disbelief on Arias's face...he had this won! 

 

Colin: This is the second time Arias's smile has broken since I've known him, look out behind you, Diddy SPLASHES Arias with the Drizzle! 

 

Kendra: Arias sputtering from the nastiness on him, Diddy up to the top and a Drizzling Diamond Drop!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Greg Arias is eliminated by P. Diddy!

 

Kendra: You can see the steam rising off that Drizzle from the heat of Arias's anger, I truly don't know if he's ever gotten this frustrated, Diddy turns around to get A FACE FULL OF CHAIN BY 50 CENT! 50 hits with that Spike DDT! Going for the cover!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

P. Diddy is eliminated by 50 Cent!

 

Colin: And Diddy leaving the ring to a CHAIR SHOT BY GREG ARIAS! Arias just going to town on Diddy with that chair! Arias hits a spinebuster to Diddy on the steel steps! Officials leading him back now, Arias is furious, and some distance being kept between him and Diddy as Diddy is also being led back.

 

Arvin: Down now to 50 Cent, Naked Lord, and the man suing Naked Lord, Manda Miento. The three of them throwing punches almost in a triangle formation, no one seeming to have the advantage over the other. 50 ducks a punch by Miento and gets him with that Chain! Spike DDT to Manda Miento! Going for the pin, but Naked peels him off! 

 

Kendra: Did Naked just save his enemy?

 

Arvin: No, I think he wanted to get in there himself, and Naked hitting Miento with a series of brutal stomps, 50 joining in to get a series of his own stomps in there, Manda Miento rolls out of the way, coming off the ropes, decimates them BOTH with that Jumping Roundhouse! They've been Court Martialed! Manda stacks them both on top of each other, and goes to pin them both-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

50 Cent and Naked Lord are eliminated by Manda Miento, making SIR the winners of this match!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Manda Miento and Lou Bison, SANITY IN RING! 

 

Arvin: And 50 had that man, Manda Miento, beat, but Naked wanted to get his shots in and they both suffered the loss as a result! CN Starz clearly very pleased, SIR's victory was clearly what she was hoping for, and 50 getting his chain, 50 absolutely ravaging Naked Lord with that chain! 

 

Kendra: Oh, of all the people to do it to, this is the best, the man has no clothes to protect him from the brutal steel of that chain, 50 SPIKES HIM WITH THAT DDT and leaves Naked laid out in the ring! What a mess!

 

 

The scene opens backstage in MAWL’s dimly lit corridors, where the sound of the roaring crowd echoes faintly in the distance. The show has been running for a while, but Davy Boy isn’t out there. He’s backstage, pacing, stretching, throwing light punches at the air—staying loose. But the problem isn’t his body—it’s his name missing from the card tonight.

 

 

Enter Ralph "El Orador" Silva.

 

Dressed in his sharp new blood red suit, Ralph moves with the confidence of a man who never wastes time. He walks up beside Davy Boy, standing just out of his peripheral vision.

 

 

Ralph Silva: "You know… a man like you should never be on the sidelines."

 

Davy Boy exhales through his nose, cracking his knuckles as he slowly turns toward Ralph.

 

Davy Boy: "If you came here to waste my time, Silva, turn around now."

 

Ralph chuckles, unaffected by the hostility.

 

Ralph: "No, no, see, that’s the problem, Davy. It’s not me wasting your time—it’s them."

 

Davy Boy folds his arms, watching Ralph carefully. He doesn’t trust smooth talkers.

 

Davy Boy: "That right? And what makes you think I ain’t just waiting for my spot?"

 

Ralph: "Because waiting is for the people who hope for opportunities. You? You should be demanding them."

 

Davy Boy clenches his jaw slightly but says nothing. Ralph knows he’s got his attention.

 

Ralph: "Tell me, champ… how many times have you shown up, been ready, been dangerous, and they still leave you off the card?"

 

Davy Boy: "Too many."

 

Ralph: "Exactly. And I bet you’ve noticed something. Look around—MAWL loves their ‘characters,’ their gimmicks, their spectacle. But what about pure talent? What about a man who could rip through half their roster on a bad day? You’re not overlooked because you’re not good enough, Davy. You’re overlooked because they’re afraid of what happens when you get real momentum."

 

Davy Boy doesn’t respond right away. He just stares.

 

Davy Boy: "And you think you can change that?"

 

Ralph: "I don’t think—I know. But the question is—do you want this? Because if you don’t, you can keep lacing your boots, showing up, and watching guys beneath you take your opportunities. But if you do…"

 

Ralph reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pristine white business card with “El Orador” embossed in silver lettering.

 

Ralph: "Then let’s make MAWL regret overlooking you."

 

Davy Boy eyes the card but doesn’t take it just yet.

 

Davy Boy: "And what do you get out of this?"

 

Ralph’s grin widens slightly.

 

Ralph: "Oh, don’t get me wrong—I don’t do charity work. You start winning? I start getting paid. But more than that… I like proving people wrong. And right now? There’s a whole lot of people who don’t see you coming. But they will."

 

A long pause.

 

Davy Boy finally takes the card, flipping it between his fingers.

 

Davy Boy: "...I’ll think about it."

 

Ralph smirks, adjusting his cuffs before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving Davy Boy with a choice—and a chance to take his career into his own hands.

 

 

Kendra: I don't like that man's vibe, but he's not wrong about Davy Boy being left off the card.

 

 

Colin: That man will dress Davy Boy up in some sort of blood goth nonsense. Davy Boy would do well to keep away from him.

 

 

Arvin: I don't disagree about Silva, but Kendra's right - Davy Boy had a real dominant showing in that Rumble last week and Leila... or CN, I'm not sure who's calling the shots right now... made a huge oversight in leaving him off the card.

 

Colin: If anything progresses or changes there we'll keep you all informed, but for now, let's go down to Ash who's going to lead us into a non-title rematch from two weeks prior. 

 

JCM ACE VS TANK VANGUARD

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Arvin: That man reiterated his dangerousness in this Rumble, being second only to Anastasia. He's been a man who was the last one eliminated in the Four Chambers Match.

 

Colin: His is a story of dominating up until the very end and then not getting the job done. And the one thorn in his side in particular was the man who answered and shut down his title challenge in short order, JCM Ace. 

 

At the ring steps, he pauses, mimics firing a pistol at a random audience member, then steps inside. He tests the ropes, cracks his neck, then prepares for battle.

 

 

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.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! From Florida, weighing in at 300 pounds, he is the United States Champion, JCM! ACE!

 

Half of the crowd boos him relentlessly, but Ace feeds off the heat with a smug, unbothered smirk. The other half cheers him.

Midway down the ramp, he stops and examines the arena, eyes fixated on the prize.

 

Colin: There is a man who is cocky, and brash, and disrespectful, but he backs every bit of it up in the ring.

He climbs into the ring with slow, deliberate movements, scanning the arena before leaning casually against the ropes, waiting for the bell to ring, championship loosely wrapped around his waist.

 

The bell rings as he hands his belt to Referee Andra Jones.

 

 

Arvin: With the belt not on the line today, JCM can have a little more fun in the ring, and you can see a looser vibe from him. That smirk is the look of a man who know he's won this fight before. 

 

Kendra: Tank runs off the ropes to clothesline him and JCM ducks without changing his expression. Tank comes back around and tries for the boot but JCM evades, mimicking texting on a cell as he does so. 

 

Colin: Tank not learning his lesson, comes back one more time for the boot, JCM mimes putting his cell phone away and CATCHES HIM IN THE ACE BOMB! Going for the pin, gonna make this another quick end but Tank kicks out.

 

Arvin: JCM gives a slight nod like "Okay", starting to realize he may have a fight on his hands. Off the ropes, going for the 3rd Ave but TANK PICKS HIM UP AND INTO TOMBSTONE FORMATION! DEFCON 1!

 

Kendra: And there's the kneeling one handed pin.

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: JCM Ace shoulder up at the 2.5 and realizing this may be a more serious match than he thought. 

 

Kendra: Ace's mistake, where Tank has a one up on him going into this, is that Tank treats every match like he's fighting for gold or for his life. Ace was clearly already thinking about what to get from catering when he hit that Ace Bomb. 

 

Colin: Tank picks Ace up and smashes into him with a headbutt. Ace staggers back and Tank gets the Gutwrench in for a Blitzkrieg! JCM ACE IS GETTING WRECKED! But has the wherewithal to grab for the ropes right away and no count on the pin.

 

Arvin: JCM up now trying for the European Uppercut but Tank rings his bell with the headbutt! Tank goes for a second headbutt, JCM parries and clocks him in the chin with a haymaker. Short arm lariat by Tank, and we have a fight now. 

 

Kendra: JCM going for the DDT but Tank reverses it into a fisherman suplex! Tank stomping JCM out, some heat breaking out from that stoic exterior. Picking JCM to his feet and whipping him across the way to meet him back with a big boot, then back to the stomps. 

 

Arvin: It's clear that Tank was just looking to tenderize the meat, he picks him up and that One-Armed Concussive Blast! All we have left to see is the Air Raid then JCM Ace's bingo card of pain is filled!

 

Colin: Tank going for the pin again, surely this must be the one-no! Ace gets his shoulder up again! And Tank punches the ground in frustration! JCM must really want that bingo, Arvin.

 

Arvin: Indeed he must.

 

Kendra: We're starting to see signs of life from Ace, a boxing combo, off the ropes and ANOTHER CONCUSSIVE BLAST! No bingo for Ace.

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tank Vanguard wins by pinfall with the Concussive Blast!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, TANK! VANGUARD!

Green and red lights pulse like war alarms as Tank Vanguard kneels on one knee, pressing his palm against the mat as if securing the battlefield. His expression remains cold as he rises, looking down at Ace before planting his boot firmly on his midsection, holding the US Title up.

 

Kendra: Tank sending a message and a warning to JCM Ace about Spring Sting, saying don't expect the belt to be yours too long. 

 

Arvin: Tank kicks Ace out of the ring and throws the belt right at him. 

 

With one final crack of his neck, he turns and marches out, his focus already on the next battle. The screen behind him flickers as the word TANK appears once more before crumbling into dust, marking another victory in his path of destruction.

 

Colin: That man has no intent of walking out of Spring Sting without that belt. 

 

 

In a trashed room that used to be home to SM HeartBreaker's podcast. SM HeartBreaker sits amongst the broken equipment as he notices the camera approaching him. SM HeartBreaker simply looks up and starts addressing the viewers at home.

 

SM: Schmetterling. You have my attention. You have my whole entire attention. Something you really don't want. Because before all of this...

SM HeartBreaker points at the destruction around him.

SM: My attention was divided between D.O.C's Tyme. The power balance here in MAWL. The invasion of D.O.C. Hell, I was even eyeing up championships here in MAWL but instead you did something disrespectful. Something personal.

Again the camera scans around the destroyed room. As it is clear, SM HeartBreaker is referring to this.

SM: Something you will regret, because you see. I am many things. I have been called many things. But the one thing I have never been called is forgiving. I am not known to let things slide. I have a fantastic reputation when it comes to holding a grudge.

Cheeky little reference to SM HeartBreaker's rivals elsewhere. Hey Muunokhoi!

SM: Oh boy! Do I hold a grudge for this! You think you have won this between us. But this is merely just a battle. I go to war for things like this and they don't stop until I decide. Schmetterling. Your time in MAWL is ending. The clock is ticking on your time as the main eventer of this place because from now on, every waking moment until I decide when, will be a war between us. You can hope and pray that I decide to move on but that's the only way this ends between us. You may have won this battle but the war is only beginning.

SM HeartBreaker signals for the camera to leave or else he will throw something metal at it as the cameraman retreats and the scene ends.

 

 

Colin: I'm not quite sure why SM is so shocked about this, he was part of the match that led to that destruction. 

 

 

Kendra: And anyway, Schmetterling has been MIA the past week, with his flamethrower and mask claimed by others. We're not quite sure still what happened to him. 

 

The lights go dark with purple lines of light aggressively traveling across the stadium.

 

 

Arvin: What the hell is this now?

 

 

The lights pick up rhythm and flash now in tandem in the drums as Bianca Diaz walks out to boos, holding a microphone in her hand. 

 

 

Colin: Finally we'll get some goddamn answers as to why.

 

The boos intensify as Bianca chuckles scornfully into the microphone.

 

Bianca: If you pathetic poutine-eating pissants would just pipe the f**k down for a second, we can get down...to business.

 

Bianca licks her lips a little as the crowd boos.

 

Bianca: When I entered that rumble, when I risked myself, my leg, my career to deliver the best damn show this stadium has EVER seen, and you barely popped for me, like I gave you a Bubble Yum Performance and you gave me a Fruit Stripes reaction, I started to realize I was going about this all wrong. 

 

Why should I risk life and limb for a bunch of ungrateful, underwhelming, uninteresting sports town? Your team name is what, the Canadiens? "I think I'll put an E in it to make it fancy." Oh you had the Expos because there was an overblown fair here? Or your basketball...wait, you don't have one because you can't jump for shit unless you got two planks of wood strapped to your feet.

 

But this isn't about you. It is, as it always should be and always should have been, about me. I sat there at the announcing table with those two lesser life forms, those two amateur hour versions of me-

 

Kendra: Come down here and say that shit.

 

Bianca: I was contemplating my return to that desk, my hanging up of the boots again. And then there I was watching an inspired performance by one Lady Khromika. She got people to do what she wants with just a look. I realize that that's what I've been missing. Power.

 

I'm done reporting on the news, and it's time for me to be the news. And going back to Zora Luthor, well, that's just smart playing of the game, having the premiere women in all of sports entertainment in your corner. I didn't think I'd ever do it, but Zora's put together an all-star lineup that is irresistible. And the money's not so bad either. And the parties are killer. And if you need a second opinion, here comes one now. 

 

 

Iggy Azalea "Fancy" plays to the dismay of the crowd as Chantarelle walks out in a brand new fur coat with a bottle of champagne. She takes a swig of the bottle with her pinky up, then licks her lips as she saunters down to the ring.

 

 

Arvin: We weren't sure what happened to the rebel, but we honestly should have figured that Zora would pounce on the opportunity. 

 

Chantarelle enters the ring, and hands Bianca the bottle, Bianca takes a swig with her pinky out.

 

Chantarelle: The rebellion...Is dead. A little secret, and Rebel Riot if you're watching this from your little trailer in West Nowhere heed these words, is that every rebel girl is a debutante just waiting for someone to clean the oil off her feathers and preen her up nice. I fought the system because I thought it didn't want me, but it courted me and did me up real nice, and I am finally the French Elegance I was always destined to be. Zora Luthor gave me the best glow up that every woman wants, and now I am the woman that every woman envies. And Bianca is correct, the parties are to die for.  Let's bring the other girlies out here!

 

 

Kalpana, Morgan Maverick, and Imogen enter the stage to a raging disapproval of the fans.

 

 

They walk to the ring preening and primping as the fans boo. Kalpana starts to speak but before she can, Ash jumps in. 

 

ZORA LUTHOR INTERNATIONAL VS SKYLIGHTS AND HIGH RISK

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a 5 v 5 Survivor Series Elimination Tag Match! In the ring, Kalpana, Bianca Diaz, Morgan Maverick, Imogen, and Chantarelle, the team of Zora Luthor International!

 

 

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!

 

Colin: As with a lot of the other teams here, it's rare we've seen them so far in tag team action. I think that will change next week, as tag teams will fight to be put in the Fatal Six Corners Match at Spring Sting, where every match except the Mania Title Match will occur in a hexagonal ring.

 

Arvin: Lazer and Rayne Beux both had quick exits at the hands of the tandem of Violeta and Anastasia, the latter of whom 

 

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.

 

 

Siren lights go off in tandem with the sirens in "Atlantis to Interzone", and a Bomb shows up on the titan tron. As the guitar riff kicks in, traveling orange lights mimicking a fuse start in the back of the arena and travel along the ramp towards the stage, culminating in reaching the bomb and it exploding to the end of the drum fill, with flame pyro at the entrance revealing Dangerous Johnny Dagger, Reckless Razi Shah, and Tenacious Taylor Tiger. 

 

 

Ash: And their partners, Dangerous Johnny Dagger, Reckless Razi Shah, and Tenacious Taylor Tiger, HIGH RISK!

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: Shah and Kalpana to start. Kalpana takes a quick run off the ropes and Victory Roll to Kalpana, trying to dump her from this match early but of course nothing to come of it. Kalpana up and trying to get a suplex going but Shah slides back into a neckbreaker, a stomp into another pin attempt that goes nowhere. 

 

Kendra: Shah is going to have to do more work than this, and she jumps into an elbow drop on Kalpana. Kalpana rolls up and tags in Bianca, and running forearm to Shah. Shah trips Bianca, and locks in a sharpshooter! She hasn't forgotten about Bianca's bad knee! Bianca taps!!

 

Bianca Diaz is eliminated by Reckless Razi Shah!

 

Colin: That's what you get for turning your back. 

 

Imogen enters the match.

 

Arvin: Imogen rakes the eyes of Shah, Shah responds with a short-arm lariat. Imogen tags in Kalpana, and they double punch Shah. Shah attempts to tag and Kalpana pulls her back into a Moonsault Tombstone! Nepal Bearer! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Reckless Razi Shah is eliminated by Kalpana!

 

Colin: Quick and impactful!

 

Lazer enters the match.

 

Arvin: Running rolling wheel kick by Lazer, caught by Kalpana into a powerbomb! Lazer rolls back and runs up to a jumping knee strike! Goes for a pin but Kalpana gets up easily. Kalpana runs up on Lazer but Lazer with a spinning Polish Hammer! ZZZAP!

 

Kendra: Going quickly for the pin-

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Kalpana is eliminated by Lazer!

 

Arvin: The hits just keep on coming!

 

Imogen enters this match. 

 

Colin: Lazer hits a swinging neckbreaker, going for a quick pin but nope. Imogen punches her in the throat. Lazer gags a little and Imogen tries to run up on her, but Lazer catches her in a spinebuster! Lazer tries to go for a pin and Imogen possum spike DDT! Imogen up to the middle rope, Lazer up and Imogen hits her with the Reflection of Perfection! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Lazer is eliminated by Imogen!

 

Arvin: These fighters are just tearing through each other! 

 

Rayne Beux enters the match.

 

Kendra: Arm drag by Rayne! Imogen rolls up, bounces up and Jumping Unprettier! Lasting Impression! Goes for the pin but Rayne is up. Rayne hits an enziguiri to Imogen. Imogen trying to reach for a tag, Rayne pulls her back and ripcord knee to the gut. 

 

Arvin: Rayne rolls around the back of Imogen and back towards the ropes, trying to come back and Imogen with another Lasting Impression!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Rayne Beux is eliminated by Imogen!

 

Colin: Down to just Dagger and Tiger on the one team. 

 

Johnny Dagger enters the match.

 

Arvin: Imogen with a quick kick to Dagger. Dagger bounces up and catches her with a hurricanrana. Off the ropes and somerset leg drop, and tag in to Taylor Tiger. Imogen immediately low blow kicks Tiger. 

 

Colin: Tiger doubles over and Imogen comes around for the axe kick. Tiger collapses and tries to get back up into the Lasting Impression! Dagger tries to come in to save him but Chantarelle with a cheap shot to him!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Tenacious Taylor Tiger is eliminated by Imogen!

 

Dangerous Johnny Dagger enters the match.

 

Arvin: Imogen tags Chantarelle in and throws Dagger off the ropes...the Dudleys made this move known as the 3D but here it's called a Hostile Takeover and Chantarelle model posing over Dagger for the pin!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Chantarelle last pins Dangerous Johnny Dagger to win the match!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Zora Luthor International!

 

Colin: A statement victory by the ever-growing stable as they trek back off on Zora's private jet to cause more problems over at DOC. 

 

Arvin: This is becoming like a school vs school rivalry and I can't honestly say that I'm mad about it. 

 

Kendra: Maybe we'll steal their pig next. 

 

Colin: I think we still have their stats guy. I can't say for sure, I try to stay out of La Sangre's dealings. 

 

Kendra: Plausible deniability, I like it.

 

Colin: Anyway, let's get into our next match, which promises some aerial action, with three out of the four competitors making their debut. Ash? 

 

 Ash: The following Fatal Four-Way Match is scheduled for one fall!

 

LYNX VS KAN LABOED VS HIGH FLYER MONO VS TIM TAGI

 

 

Lynx comes out with his claws in a ready to scratch position, as his shoulders groove to the classic sounds of Britney Spears.

 

 

Ash: First! From Biolawieza Forest, weighing 205 pounds, LYNX!

 

Colin: You know, he is the most senior of the four here and I don't honestly know if I'd seen his single entrance before. That was an experience.

 

 

The arena lights present as a sunset that is dropping into night time. As the vocals kick in, Kan Laboed pops up onto the stage.

 

 

Between the first two lines, Kan punches the stage twice, fireworks shooting off. He does this twice more in the instrumental moments between the next set of lines. At "black thoughts come" he pounds his chest for each word, rockets designed like the grey on his outfit shooting in a V away from him. 

 

Ash: Next! From Houayxay, Laos, weighing in at 188 pounds, Kid Midnight, KAN LABOED! 

 

Colin: The man presents as all energy all the time. Definitely primed to get quick impactful wins. Can he go the distance, remains to be seen.

 

He runs down the ramp and clears the apron completely, back flipping into the ring and ending in a pose with his hands up to resemble a clock at Midnight.

 

 

The lights begin to strobe red, white, and blue to the opening riff. On the titantron, a cow and a chicken headbanging is made to look like a 90s Alice in Chain video. At the drum fill, Tim Tagi comes out spinning his fists, punching the air to punctuate the fill, at which point the lights go pure white for a moment, then go to a fast red white and blue strobe. 

 

 

Ash: From Zadar, Croatia, weighing in at 277 pounds, TIM TAGI!

 

Tim walks down the ramp, head banging to the song and pumping his fist alternately up and down to the song, letting out a whoop in time with the song.

 

Arvin: This man is the biggest of the 4 competitors in this match, with the next biggest being a full 72 pounds less than him. Against one opponent, this would be an advantage...against, four, you're going to be fighting Wakko Yakko and Dot. 

 

The fans instinctively whoa with the song. 

 

 

The arena goes black and white (a la Timeless Toni Storm). After the initial synth ends and as the full instrumental kicks in, two firework upward-pointing arrows explode forming an M and High Flyer Mono runs out, playing to the fans, who are eating it up.

 

 

Ash: And finally...from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 197 pounds, HIGH! FLYER! MOOOOOOONO!

 

Kendra: The fans have heard since last week that we got this hot prospect and have been itching to see him in action since. 

 

Mono runs out down the rope and also clears the apron with a somersault, landing on his feet which brings the color back to the arena.

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: The three high flyers each take a corner and charge, stereo single leg dropkicks to the head of Tim Tagi! No one loses momentum, synchronized flips off the turnbuckle, running back and stereo back wheel kicks! Tim's already in trouble in this match and it just started!

 

Colin: It's smart strategy for the three small guys to try to take down the bigger man first, but this is not an elimination match and only one of them will have their hand raised, so this alliance has a countdown clock AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S ABOUT TO RUN OUT, LYNX WITH A SLING BLADE TO KAN AND HIGH FLYER LEAPS OVER THEM TO GET A FOREARM TO TIM. Going for the cover and no doin'. 

 

Kendra: It was always going to be a risk to go for an early pin and Mono is lucky that he didn't get Military Pressed off. 

 

Arvin: Tim looks pretty pressed off. 

 

Colin: Indeed he does. Tim finally able to get a hold of Kan, scoop slam, but Lynx on the run and axe kick to Tim cutting off his ability to capitalize on it! Lynx back off the ropes and going for a splash to Kan, NO Kan monkey flips Lynx and Lynx turns that into a spear on Mono! The force of that knocks Mono to the apron!

 

Kendra: The worst thing you can do to a high flyer is send him to the apron, you want to keep him away from springy things, otherwise he's going to do things like springboard phoenix splash to the whole lot of em! Lynx gets to his feet first, albeit a little wobbly-obbly, just in time to take a spear from Mono. Mono turns around to get a jumping knee from Tim and Tim has him up in a Torture Rack! Tim bouncing Mono about in a less fun way for him than usual. 

 

Arvin: Lynx has Kan by the feet, biiiiiig swing, and he throws Kan into Tim! Tim staggering and Mono is dropped onto the mat. Lynx off the ropes and comes back around, uses the ribs of Kan to front dropkick Tim outside the ring! Lynx charging back again, is he going to use Kan to springboard out, NO KAN MOVES AND LYNX LANDS HARD ON THE MAT, Kan tries to get this into a victory roll-

 

1!

 

Colin: Lynx kicks out! Lynx going to the ropes to springboard but Kan superkicks him over! KAN taking the charge back now...TOPE CON GIIIIIIRO drives into all three! Tim release scoop slam to Lynx! Tim release scoop slam to Kan! Tim release scoop slam to Mo...NO Lynx dropkicks Tim as Mono is able to roll away before taking the damage! Lynx with a enziguiri to Mono! Kan getting back into the ring trying to catch his breath, Lynx onto the apron, walking the tightrope and Skywalk to Kan!!! Going for the cover,

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Mono interrupts the count with a moonsault! Mono throws Lynx across the way, Lynx comes back and Mono hurricanranas him out right onto Tim! Scoop slam to Kan, Mono up to the top rope, bouncing a bit to give himself some extra juice, WHOA HE IS HIGH UP AND DOUBLE ROTATION SHOOTING STAR!! IT'S A MONOLITH!!! 

 

1!

2!

3!

 

High Flyer Mono wins by pinfall with the Monolith!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, HIGH FLYER MONO!!

 

Colin: A hell of a debut capped by a hell of a finisher. This young man's going places!

 

Kendra: Coming up next, a chance at redemption. This is what Blood Drawn had to say.

 

 

Scene opens in a darkened backstage area. Blood Drawn sits on a steel crate, his hands wrapped, breathing deep and slow. A replay of his previous loss—James D beating him quickly—is flickering on a monitor in the background. He watches, unmoving, his expression unreadable. Finally, he exhales through his nose, shaking his head before turning toward the camera.

 

Blood Drawn:
You got me, didn’t you? Quick. Precise. No wasted motion. And now, you stand tall, believing the hunt is over. That you’ve put me down. That you’ve ended the predator.

He chuckles lowly, running a hand over a scar on his forearm.

Blood Drawn:
A wound heals. A loss fades. But the hunt? The hunt never ends.

He stands up, slowly pacing toward the camera, his knuckles cracking as his fingers flex and tighten into fists.

Blood Drawn:
You see, I don’t measure a fight in seconds. I don’t measure it by the count of a ref or the roar of the crowd. I measure it in pain. In the scars it leaves behind. And last time… you didn’t leave a scar. You left an itch. Something I can’t scratch. And that, my friend… that is dangerous for you.

His breathing slows, his eyes narrowing as his tone darkens.

Blood Drawn:
Because now… I’m coming back. And this time, there is no quick escape. There is no clean kill. This time, you step into my world—where every breath costs you something, where every second stretches into agony, where the walls close in and your legs grow heavy.

He leans in slightly, his voice barely above a growl.

Blood Drawn:
I don’t forget. I don’t forgive. And I don’t fall twice.

He straightens, rolling his shoulders as he steps away from the camera, pausing only for a moment to glance back over his shoulder.

Blood Drawn:
You took me down fast. Let’s see how long you last when I drag you to the deep and make you drown in it.

With that, he walks off into the shadows, leaving only the flickering replay of his loss on the screen before it cuts to black.

 

 

Arvin: He is not taking that loss lightly, and if I were James D, I'd be running for the hills.

 

 

Kendra: I mean, it doesn't take much to make you run for the hills. 

 

Arvin: Yeah, that's probably fair.

 

 

Colin: Either way...it'll be...interesting.

 

JAMES D VS BLOOD DRAWN

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

 

 

The arena goes dark, and the sound of a slow, ominous drumbeat fills the air before this theme music begins. A blood-red spotlight illuminates the stage as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He stares down the crowd with cold, predatory eyes before stepping into the ring and roaring to signal his dominance.

 

 

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

 

 

As "White Knuckles" 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: And his opponent, from New York City, New York, 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.

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: If Blood Drawn is looking to get ahead of his opponent, a Double-Handed Chokeslam is a head of a start. James D rolls back and running bulldog! Blood Drawn up and throwing some quick punches to James's midsection...James hunched under and this gives Blood Drawn a great opening for a package piledriver!

 

Kendra: This is a much different match than James fought last time and I don't think he was quite prepared for it, rolling to his feet again but unwilling to give up, charging at Drawn and eats his boot. Blood Drawn taking a moment to yell at a fan, James D grabs his foot and locks in the STF! Will this be another Broken Dream for Blood Drawn??

 

Colin: Blood gets a hold of the back of James's neck and smashes his head into the ring. He lives to fight on. Picks him up by the neck again, Reverse Chokeslam to James D! 

 

Arvin: Blood Drawn said that he doesn't fall twice, and he's making a solid effort to ensure that's the case. James looks like he's deep in pain, Reverse Chokeslam ag-NO JAMES GRABS THE ARM AND ROLLS HIM UP INTO A PIN!

 

1!

 

Colin: Blood Drawn gets the shoulder up and still no fall yet. James rolls up and Blood Drawn gets him a Red Tide! He could pin him now, no, he wants to keep destroying him, going for another Red Tide and NO IT'S GONNA BE A T-BONE BY JAMES D! James D going for the pin!

 

1!

 

Kendra: James D frustrated as Blood Drawn gets his shoulder up again. James D throwing a fist but Drawn blocks it and headbutts him. James D turns him 180 with a snap suplex! Wait...Drawn holds on to James's arm, locking in the Hemorrhage Clutch!

 

Colin: James looks like he may be passing out, this may be the end, reaching desperately for the ropes, and he just gets his hand on it, he's still in this thing, don't know how good that'll do him but it's where we're at. Blood Drawn punches him in the face then lets him go.

 

Kendra: He's smacking James D in the head, James D struggling, a shrug by Blood Drawn and he scoops him up into a BRUTAL Bloodline Breaker! Going for a pin, but James's shoulder gets up! I don't know if that's conscious movement or just muscle movement but it means the match continues!

 

Arvin: Blood Drawn getting him up for another Bloodline Breaker, WAIT! JAMES D WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND Blood Drawn and headscissors takedown! James is sputtering but he's still getting to his feet. Blood Drawn hammer fists to James D, dropping him back down. 

 

Kendra: James D back to his feet again, evades the hammer fist and a punch to Blood Drawn's midsection. Blood Drawn getting frustrated but not switching up his plan, another attempt at a Bloodline Breaker and James D reverses into a leg lariat! Both men are struggling to their feet! Blood Drawn is up first, he's walking over and he starts to scoop James into another Bloodline but this time he thinks better of it, lifts up in the Military Press, lifts James up where he can't reach him effectively, VEINCRUSHER! Going now for the cover but James rolls out of the ring.

 

1!

 

Colin: Blood Drawn watches over the ropes, there doesn't seem to be much in the way of movement. Wait...JAMES IS UP...JAMES D SOMEHOW MAKES IT TO HIS FEET, and onto the Apron, Going up to the top rope and just sends the entirety of his body weight crashing down on Blood Drawn!!

 

1!

2!

Th...NO! Blood Drawn is up!

 

Arvin: Two and a half, Blood Drawn is determined not to take the L again. Blood Drawn tries to push him up, struggling to hold him, James D splashes him but Blood Drawn instinctively gets the shoulder up. A punch to James D to slide him off and Blood Drawn struggles up to his feet. 

 

Kendra: Blood Drawn off the ropes and a Cannonball Senton. Punches James D twice in the head before getting back to his feet. Tries to stomp James but James grabs the foot...he's rising to his feet...Blood Drawn tries for an enziguiri but whiffs and James D has Blood Drawn in an ankle lock that's been twisted by the motions of Drawn's enziguiri! Drawn trying desperately not to show any pain, but the strain is clearly on his face...he uses his free foot to boot James away!

 

Arvin: James booted away bounces back on the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop! He parlays it into a Crossface! Drawn trying to rise up from it, but feeling his body buckling, is he going to tap?? You can hear the growl of pain but Drawn fighting to his feet, almost up...backs up at full speed to flatten James D in that corner!

 

Colin: Had he been any slower that hold might have taken him, but you can see the self-preservation on both of these men. Drawn puts James up on the turnbuckle, looks like he's trying to go for some sort of superplex, James muscles into a tornado DDT! Unbelievable! No matter what happens ultimately, no one can say that these men did not give it their all.

 

Kendra: Drawn up and scoops James into a shoulderbreaker. James stretches out his arms and trips Drawn, back into an ankle lock...Drawn boots him away and he just misses the ropes to rebound, going instead through to the apron. 

 

Arvin: Blood Drawn picks James D up by his neck and elevated chokeslam back into the ring! James trying to punch himself back up. Blood Drawn stomps him right back down. Wait-

 

 

Colin: Is that Moon's music? I don't see Moon. But James D takes advantage of Blood Drawn's distraction to go for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: James D is so frustrated, and doing everything he can to hold on. Blood Drawn goes for a stomp and James D rolls, Blood Drawn misses and James D trips him again. James D hooks the ankle again and trying to get Drawn into a submission, Blood Drawn able to get his hands on the head, turning James around, straps in that Hemorrhage Clutch again! James D looks like an overcooked noodle, and the referee is going to call it!

 

Blood Drawn wins by Referee Stoppage!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Blood Drawn!!

 

Colin: Blood Drawn achieves his retribution and makes a strong case for himself going into Spring Sting!

 

Arvin: We've got so much more card to go so let's keep it rolling.

 

Kendra: Right! The winner of the next match will face Ace Anarchy for the Inferno TItle...in an Inferno Match!

 

INFERNO TITLE FIRST CONTENDER MATCH

KYU KETSU VS IVAN VOLKOV w/Viktor Dragovich

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 

 

 

A thick white fog rolls across the stage as the lights dim. A single spotlight follows Kyu Ketsu as he steps forward. Above him, the screen displays a blood-red moon. His eyes remain locked on the ring, unwavering. 

 

 

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

 

He enters the ring before draping his cape over the ropes, after which he gets on all fours and peers beneath, giving the crowd a sadistic smile and a deliberate and slow wave.

 

 

Ivan walks slowly and deliberately, glaring at the audience, before ripping off his coat in the ring to reveal his massive frame.

 

 

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

 

The bell rings.

 

Arvin: Ivan goes for a brutal chop, Kyu Ketsu twists his arm and wraps him into an Octopus Hold! He's locking it in tight, and giving some devastating chops of his own to the chest of Volkov!! Ivan trying desperately to fight out of it, Ivan struggling, wait, what the hell is Ann Lee doing here?

 

 

Colin: Ann Lee clocks Viktor with her microphone! She takes his pocket square and tosses it into the ring! Andra accepts that as a sign, and is calling for the bell! 

 

Kyu Ketsu wins by Referee Stoppage!

 

Kendra: Ivan Volkov is able to flip out of the hold, but the match is already called! Ann Lee gives her card to Kyu and traipses off! 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, and the first contender to the Inferno Title, KYU KETSU!

 

Colin: Ketsu is about to step out of the frying pan and into the fire. 

 

Arvin: And it appears that Ivan is giving Ann chase, he doesn't much appreciate his spot being taken like that!

 

Kendra: A rivalry is sure to be blossoming there. But our next match has two already-baking rivalries contained within it. Ash?

 

JP SPEARS AND SARAH SHARP VS KID KROSS AND MAKI ITOH

 

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

 

 

JP Spears and Sarah Sharp walk out hand in hand to the electrifying riffs of Link Wray "Tail Dragger." 

 

 

Ash: Out first, the Self-Appointed MAWL Power Couple, JP Spears and MAWL Mania Champion Spearhead Sarah Sharp!

 

They look directly into a camera and use the ASL signs for JP, and Sarah holds her title, then they kiss obnoxiously and Sarah flips off the camera. 

 

Arvin: I can't wait until Balor Wolfe takes that belt away from her and teaches her some humility.

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

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. Kross and Spears to start.

 

Colin: And Kid Kross is as close to a hometown hero that we have for this crowd, and they are on their feet for him. Kross and Spears tie up, Kross throws Spears off the rope and catches him into a Samoan Drop, going for the cover but no doing as Spears kicks up quickly. Kross lifts Spears up and throws him off the ropes again, this time Spears ducks and bounces up for a Springboard Crossbody! Going for the cover, again no doing. 

 

Arvin: These guys want to get this done quick and to the point, and it just doesn't work that way when you've got fighters of this caliber. These aren't jobbers, Colin.

 

Colin: No they are not. 

 

Kendra: Spears off the cover and Kross bounces up for a dropkick, keeps the momentum going with a flip and a short lariat. Spears quick to his feet, hits Kross with a quick Neckbreaker! Spears putting boots to Kross, tags in Sharp. Sharp with a quick snap suplex, and a second to boot. Kross bounces up and drops Sharp with a DDT, off the ropes and a moonsault splash, going for a cover and nope, not a moment wasted in getting her shoulder up. Kross locks Sharp up and hits a piledriver! 

 

Arvin: Sharp up fairly quickly, I think her big hair must have cushioned the fall. Kross tries for a powerbomb but Sharp pushes herself down to sit on him! She's stomping out Kross now, Kross would do well to get to Maki. 

 

Colin: Sharp slingshot to her side of the ring, Kross's head hits the turnbuckle! Good job keeping the partners apart, as she tags JP Spears back in. Spears picks Kross up and hits with a Russian Leg Sweep, and going back to the stomps, focusing on Kid's face now. Spears picks him up for a suplex and Kross reverses into a spinning neckbreaker! The crowd is popping now!

 

Arvin: Kross scoops Spears up for a Death Valley Driver! Trying again to get to Maki, but Spears gets his foot and trips him down! Spears locks Kross up in a chickenwing! Maki coming in to break the hold, Sharp tries to stop her but Maki whips her to the outside and stomps Spears off Kross. Spears lets the hold go and Kross tries to reach for the tag, but Spears isolates him with an Irish Whip back into his corner, tags Sharp back in and they send Kross off the ropes and run opposite to each other perpendicular to him and they SNAP HIM IN HALF WITH THAT DUAL SPEAR! Sharp goes for the pin!

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Maki breaks it up again! Kross really needs to get over to Maki Itoh! Spears and Sharp doing a good job isolating him from his partner, Sharp throws Kross into the corner, sneaks the tag behind him, Kross didn't see the tag but the ref sure did! Kross punches Sharp off him and off the ropes, another Moonsault Splash! He tries to pin Sharp but she's not the legal man and Spears German Suplexes him off her! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Kross gets to the ropes and the count is broken. Kross throwing hard rights to Spears now, throws Spears across the ropes and comes from the other side, tears the house down with that jumping lariat! Heading over to get the tag and Spears bum rushes him into the corner and swats Maki Itoh's hand away as he launches Kross with a belly to belly. He drags Kross over to the ropes by his wrist and tags Sharp back in, they're really keeping the pace this match. They throw Kross off the ropes, he comes back around DUCKS THE DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE AND BACK - SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! HE DRIVES BOTH OF THEM DOWN! AND HE GETS THE TAG! ITOH CHARGING IN LIKE A CHEETAH TO A RUNNING GAZELLE! DDT TO SHARP! DDT TO SPEARS! OFF THE ROPES AND JUMPING DDTS TO BOTH! 

 

Arvin: Maki Itoh may have changed the tide of this match, and she launches JP Spears out of the ring! She has the Itoh Deluxe locked in on Sharp! Sharp trying to get to the ropes, she can't do it, Itoh tightening the hold and Sarah Sharp gets to the ropes, holds up and getting herself to her feet NO ITOH WITH A VICTORY ROLL!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Maki Itoh and Kid Kross win by pinfall!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Maki Itoh and Kid Kross! 

 

Sarah Sharp sits in the center of the ring, her back against the ropes, watching as her opponents celebrate their victory on the stage before disappearing backstage. The referee hands her the MAWL Mania Championship, but she barely reacts, frustration written across her face.

 

Colin: Tough loss for Sarah Sharp tonight. She gave it her all, but now the real question is—how does she bounce back? Especially with a MAWL Mania Championship defense against Balor Wolfe in just a couple of weeks.

 

Kendra: And you know Balor—he’s going to pick at this, he’s going to get inside her head, and—

 

The opening riff of "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring blares through the arena.

 

 

The crowd erupts, the atmosphere shifting as Balor Wolfe steps onto the stage. His mask hangs from his hip, and his purple and black "Show Up. Win. Repeat." shirt drapes over his lean frame.

 

 

He drinks in the reaction, the smirk on his face equal parts charming and venomous. After a few seconds, he fishes a microphone from his back pocket and raises a hand, signaling for the music to cut.

 

Balor Wolfe: Great showing there, champ. Very, very good demonstration of looking up at the lights.

 

The crowd "Oooooohs" as Balor begins his slow, swaggering stroll down the ramp.

 

Balor Wolfe: I believe I haven't introduced myself yet.

 

He tilts his head slightly, mock politeness dripping from every word.

 

Balor Wolfe: I am Balor Wolfe... and I will be taking that from you.

 

He points directly at the MAWL Mania Championship clutched in Sarah’s hands.

 

Sarah’s grip on the belt tightens, but she stays seated, seething.

 

Balor Wolfe: See, carrying that title... it’s supposed to mean you're the best. It’s supposed to mean you're the one they all have to beat.

 

He pauses, smirking.

 

Balor Wolfe: But tonight? You looked like the one who got beat.

 

Balor reaches the edge of the ring, placing one hand on the apron.

 

Balor Wolfe: Don't worry, though. You were chosen... to be a placeholder.

 

Sarah's eyes narrow as she pushes herself up to her feet, slinging the championship over her shoulder. Balor meets her gaze, his smirk never wavering.

 

Balor Wolfe: However… I am a gentleman. So at least when I beat you for that title—

 

He leans forward, voice low and dripping with venom.

 

Balor Wolfe: It'll be with a lot of prior warning.

 

Balor steps onto the apron, waiting for Sarah's reply as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

 

Sarah smirks and gets a microphone.

 

Sarah: You don’t need to introduce yourself Balor, I know who you are. You work with that demon…I think…Rade? No, Rade’s too much man for you, he’d snap you like a Slim Jim. Oh! You’re with La Sangre Mal…no, that’s not right either.

 

She furrows her brow overdramatically. 

 

Sarah: Hold on, hold on, I’ll get there, there’s just so many demons and supernatural people that it’s hard to keep track or interest. Gozu? Eh, it’ll come to me. Or it won’t. It’s not that important really. It’s some demon or other. I’m sure in the last federation you were in, that whole demon thing was pretty special, but it’s kinda become like the Mystery Shack in Gravity Falls here. Step up to the next hellmouth folks, this one has cotton candy flavored like bees and all that.

 

She leans on the rope, face giving a mix of blase and mockery.

 

Sarah: I don’t know if you saw what it took for me to get this, but I went through Goldberg and Maki Itoh and other wrestling legends to be here, so the third most powerful and fifth most interesting person in his RPG stable doesn’t frighten me. Now, yes, I know it’s possible I’ll lose this battle, but if I do it it won’t be because you’re more talented, it’ll be because your flashy ego can’t handle being on your back which I’m sure must bother Eros. Between you and me, he can do better.

 

She pauses for a bit, some in the crowd are heard clutching pearls.

 

Sarah: Because your ego can’t handle it, I’m sure it’s gonna end up some 5 on 2 battle between JP and me and the Final Fantasy sprites that didn’t get brought into the remaster. But I walked through 15 other people and did a full dive through a cell opening tighter than Eros’s- 

 

She stops herself with a little tongue click, smile and wiggle before continuing.

 

Sarah: So, unlike you, Wolfe…and by the way we’re not only clogged up with demons we’re also stocked up with animals so you’re really gonna get lost, kid, in this messed up claw machine of a federation…I’m not afraid to lose because I know I’ll bounce back. I don’t demand wins, I don’t plea for wins, I don’t go from fed to fed getting all hurt that I wasn’t the champ. I take wins for myself. And if I lose this belt, that just means I’m on my way to being the 2 time champ. It’s called resilience, Ballyhoo, and if you win, which without your little magic party seems like a very thin if, the countdown clock is just gonna begin for me to return the favor. So bring it B, you, me Spring Sting, leave your magic at home and get comfortable as I put you down like the dog you are.

 

Sarah drops the mic and walks off but Balor stops her.

 

Balor Wolfe watches Sarah with an amused smirk, letting the crowd settle from the mix of gasps and laughter. He slowly raises his mic, tilting his head slightly.

 

Balor Wolfe: Damn, you really needed that one, huh?

 

He chuckles, adjusting the mask on his hip as he steps onto the bottom rope, casually leaning forward.

 

Balor Wolfe: I mean, I appreciate the effort, truly. Dragging my name through the mud, taking little shots at my family, my ego, even my relationship—gasp—how scandalous!

 

He places a hand over his chest in mock offense, then grins.

 

Balor Wolfe: But see, Sarah, I don’t need magic. I don’t need numbers. I don’t need a damn thing… except a ring, a ref, and one sorry soul thinking they stand a chance. And at Spring Sting? That soul is you.

 

Balor steps down from the ropes, walking toward the center of the ring, closing the gap between them.

 

Balor Wolfe: You can talk all you want about demons, animals, and claw machines, but the reality is real simple—when I hit you with the lights out…

 

He pauses, the crowd roaring in anticipation.

 

Balor Wolfe & Crowd (in unison): …you’ll be on your back, looking at the lights, toes pointing to your god, hearing my name as the winner!

 

Balor winks, then lightly tosses the mic at Sarah’s chest before turning and rolling out of the ring. As "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" hits again, he walks backward up the ramp, smirking as Sarah glares at him, the MAWL Mania Championship still over her shoulder. The tension in the arena is electric as the crowd buzzes for their upcoming clash. Balor is halfway in, halfway out of the arena when the lights go black and a ticking of a clock is heard.

 

 

Sarah smiles darkly as she leaves the ring. 

 

Sarah: Too...much...man.

 

Sarah pats Balor's shoulder as she gets in the entrance way.

 

Sarah: (sing-songy) Have fun and try not to diiie. 

 

All that can be seen is red smiley-faces around the arena. The smiley faces increase in glow and number as the synth kicks in. At the laugh, a large figure and a smaller figure can somewhat be made out, with glow in the dark masks both.

 

 

BALOR WOLFE VS RADE

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring-

 

Ash realizes their mic is cut-off. Ann "Atomic" Lee speaks.

 

Ann: From deep in the Black Forest by way of the deepest darkest caverns of your mind, weighing 355 pounds and the crushing weight of your fears, anxieties, and nightmares, he is the Blutsammler and your blood will become part of his competition and yes, that means you, Balor Wolfe, as well, he is...RADE!

 

 

Ann and Rade make it to the ring, where Ann strikes a Messiah Pose in front, and Rade spits blood into the air that she revels in the rain of. The lights come back on and Ash tests to make sure their mic is working again.

 

 

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

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

The crowd stirs, the tension thick in the air.

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

 

📢 Ash:
"And his opponent... from Sydney, Australia... weighing in at 230 pounds...
THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS... BALOR WOLFE!!"

🎵 "Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd..."
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As the bass kicks in, Balor’s fingers twitch. Then—suddenly—he lifts his head, his piercing gaze visible beneath the mask. The camera zooms in, the eerie calm before the storm.)

🎵 "And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet..."
💥 (SYNC MOMENT: The beat drops—Balor rises, peeling off his mask in one fluid motion, revealing platinum blonde hair and lip rings that gleam under the lights. The crowd erupts as he tosses the mask aside, rolling his shoulders, his presence magnetic.)

🎵 "Now dance, fucker, dance—man, he never had a chance!"
🔥 (The first chorus hits, and Balor begins his descent down the ramp, his steps deliberate, oozing confidence. The crowd claps in rhythm, some chanting along to the lyrics, their energy feeding into his aura.)

🎵 "You're gonna go far, kid!"
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor stops mid-ramp, staring down the ring. He runs a hand through his hair, exhales sharply, then suddenly sprints forward, eyes locked in.)

🎵 "With a thousand lies and a good disguise..."
🔥 (He leaps onto the apron in a single bound, gripping the ropes as he surveys the crowd.)

🎵 "Hit 'em right between the eyes..."
💥 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor springboards clean over the top rope, landing effortlessly in the center of the ring.)

🎵 "When you walk away, nothing more to say..."
🔥 (As the second verse begins, Balor ascends the turnbuckle, standing tall, arms outstretched. His eyes close, absorbing the energy of the moment.)

📢 (Then—just as the second "You're gonna go far, kid!" hits—the music CUTS. The arena is plunged into silence.)

⏳ For a moment, nothing. Then—

💜 (SYNC MOMENT: The crowd takes over, roaring the chorus in unison.)

🎵 "With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes!"

🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: Balor stays frozen, unmoving at the top turnbuckle, absorbing the deafening energy of the crowd.)

(Finally, he drops down, pacing toward the center of the ring, his smirk just barely visible.)

📢 The lights flicker back to normal—Balor remains still, his focus razor-sharp.

 

The arena is buzzing as Balor Wolfe bounces on the balls of his feet, shaking out his arms, eyes locked on the looming figure across from him. RADE stands motionless in the opposite corner, his towering frame cloaked in shadow, the red glow of his eerie smiley face mask the only thing cutting through the darkness. The bell rings, and Balor explodes forward.

 

Colin McRae: "Here we go! And Balor wastes no time—darting in, looking to use that speed advantage early!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Smart! You don’t stand there and trade blows with a guy like RADE. You keep moving, make him work for it!"

 

Balor feints low, forcing RADE to lower his guard, then snaps a stiff calf kick to the monster’s left leg. RADE barely flinches, but Balor is already gone, circling back before striking again—another kick, this time to the ribs.

 

Arvin Wallace: "Pfft. Cheap shots. This isn’t a track meet, it’s a fight!"

 

Colin McRae: "That ‘track meet’ strategy might be the only way to survive! Balor’s got to stay in motion!"

 

Balor dashes in, snap jab—forearm—low kick! Each hit lands in rapid succession before he retreats again, just out of RADE’s grasp. The monster’s massive hands swipe through the air, trying to catch him, but Balor’s too fast.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Look at that! In, out, in, out—Balor’s picking him apart!"

 

RADE finally steps forward to engage, reaching for Balor—but the Aussie ducks under the grab and slams a dropkick into RADE’s knee, forcing the big man to stagger for the first time.

 

Colin McRae: "Smart targeting! RADE’s a monster, but he still needs those legs!"

 

Balor grins, feeling momentum on his side. He rushes the ropes, springboards—spinning heel kick to the jaw! RADE rocks back, and the crowd is on their feet!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Balor Wolfe is fearless! He’s sticking and moving, and RADE hasn’t been able to lay a hand on him yet!"

 

Balor stays on the attack—another strike, another retreat. He slingshots himself off the ropes, this time diving low with a basement dropkick, trying to take RADE off his feet.

 

But this time, RADE doesn’t budge.

 

Arvin Wallace: "Uh-oh."

 

Balor rolls back to his feet, eyes narrowing as he realizes RADE is still standing. Determined, he charges in again—this time for a running forearm.

 

BAD IDEA.

 

RADE’s massive hand SNATCHES Balor by the throat in mid-stride.

 

Colin McRae: "OH! RADE CAUGHT HIM!"

 

Balor’s legs kick wildly as RADE lifts him into the air with one hand. For the first time in the match, Balor is helpless.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh no, no, no—"

 

RADE steps forward and SLAMS Balor down with a thunderous choke toss that shakes the entire ring!

 

Arvin Wallace: "And just like that, the fun is over!"

 

Balor arches his back in pain, rolling onto his side as RADE finally moves. The towering figure slowly turns to face his fallen opponent, that eerie smile on his mask never changing.

 

Colin McRae: "Balor was in full control, but all it took was one moment—one grab—and now RADE is about to take over!"

 

The camera zooms in on RADE, his head tilting slightly as he steps forward, looming over Balor like a predator finally locking onto its prey.

 

The tide has turned.

 

Balor Wolfe writhes on the mat, the effects of that massive choke toss still rattling through his spine. Meanwhile, RADE stands over him, eerily still, his deep black eyes barely visible through the glow of his mask. Then—he moves.

 

Colin McRae: "And now, RADE is in full control. This is where things get dangerous for Balor Wolfe!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "‘Dangerous’? Try hopeless! RADE just tossed him like a sack of bricks, and now he’s gonna crush him!"

 

RADE reaches down, his massive hand clamping around Balor’s wrist like a vice. With no effort at all, he yanks Balor off the mat and into a deadlift Back Body Drop, sending him soaring before he crashes to the canvas with a sickening THUD!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Good lord! Balor got launched!"

 

RADE looms for only a second before dragging Balor up again. He drives a knee into Balor’s ribs, knocking the wind from his lungs, then hooks both arms—Ripcord Lariat! The impact sends Balor flipping inside out before he lands flat on his back.

 

RADE drops to a knee, placing a single, dominating hand on Balor’s chest for the cover.

 

Colin McRae: "First cover of the match!"

Referee: "ONE!... TWO!..."

 

Balor kicks out! The crowd pops as he rolls onto his side, coughing, trying to regain his breath.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Balor’s still got fight left!"

Arvin Wallace: "Yeah, but for how much longer? RADE’s just getting warmed up."

 

RADE tilts his head slightly, as if considering something. Then he grabs Balor by the arm, dragging him up like he weighs nothing. Balor tries to push away, but RADE tosses him into the corner like a ragdoll.

 

Colin McRae: "Tossing Body Slam into the turnbuckles! Balor just got ragdolled!"

 

Balor slumps against the corner, but RADE doesn’t give him a second to breathe. The monster backs up, then charges forward—BIG BOOT!

 

Kendra Mavis: "OH! Right to the jaw!"

 

Balor crumbles to the mat, and RADE immediately steps over him, pressing a massive palm against his chest for another cover.

 

Referee: "ONE!... TWO!..."

Balor kicks out again!

 

RADE doesn’t react. He simply stands, towering over the downed Wolfe. The Black Forest behemoth reaches down, gripping Balor’s throat with one hand, lifting him high into the air—Chokeslam!

 

Colin McRae: "Another devastating slam! Balor’s body just bounced off the mat!"

 

The crowd murmurs as Balor rolls onto his side, his breathing heavy. RADE tilts his head again, as if intrigued by his opponent’s resilience. Then he moves—grabbing Balor, deadlifting him up again.

 

But Balor fights back!

 

He throws an elbow—another!—finally breaking RADE’s grip. Stumbling back, Balor shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. RADE steps forward again, but Balor SPRINGS forward—Running Knee Strike!

 

Kendra Mavis: "There it is! Balor just rocked him!"

 

RADE staggers! The giant teeters before dropping to one knee. Balor sees his moment—he hits the ropes, sprinting forward at full speed—ANOTHER Running Knee Strike!

 

This time, RADE falls through the ropes and CRASHES to the outside! The crowd erupts!

 

Colin McRae: "BALOR JUST KNOCKED RADE OUT OF THE RING!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "But the problem is, the big man’s still on his feet!"

 

RADE steadies himself outside, gripping the barricade, but Balor has no intentions of slowing down. He sprints to the ropes—SUICIDE DIVE!

 

CRASH! Balor collides with RADE, sending the monster stumbling backward into the barricade! The fans are on their feet!

 

Kendra Mavis: "Balor’s got RADE rocked! He’s got him on the ropes!"

 

Balor rolls back into the ring, chest heaving, adrenaline pumping as the referee starts to count RADE out. The crowd is firmly behind the Champion of the Gods as he pounds the mat, fired up!

 

Colin McRae: "Balor Wolfe is back in this fight!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "Yeah, but he better keep RADE down, because if that monster gets back in the ring…"

 

RADE, still slumped against the barricade, slowly lifts his head. The glow of his mask flickers slightly as he straightens up, cracking his neck.

 

Balor’s eyes narrow.

 

The fight isn’t over yet.

 

Balor paces inside the ring, his breath steadying as he watches RADE stir on the outside. The Champion of the Gods isn't about to let this moment slip away. He takes a deep breath, then sprints toward the ropes—bouncing off with momentum—before launching himself through the air—

 

Colin McRae: "BALOR TAKES FLIGHT—"

 

But RADE catches him!

 

The arena gasps as Balor’s airborne form is snatched out of the air like a fly caught in a web. RADE barely stumbles, adjusting his grip, then turns toward the commentary table.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh no—NO NO NO—"

 

SLAM!

 

Balor's body crashes onto the announce table, rattling monitors and sending papers flying. The impact is sickening, his back arching in pain as he rolls off, hitting the floor in a heap.

 

Arvin Wallace: "YES! That’s what I’m talking about! Look at him! Look at him crumble!"

 

RADE stands over Balor’s downed form, his chest rising and falling steadily. Without hesitation, he reaches down, gripping Balor by the wrist, and yanks him up like dead weight. With terrifying force, RADE hurls Balor—

 

CRASH!

 

Balor’s body collides with the barricade, the unforgiving steel rattling upon impact. He slumps against it, arms draped over the top, his face twisted in pain. The front row fans cringe at the sheer brutality.

 

Colin McRae: "Balor just got ragdolled! That barricade didn’t give an inch!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "That might’ve cracked a rib!"

 

RADE doesn’t waste time admiring his handiwork. He reaches down again, grabbing Balor by the waistband, and in one swift motion, throws him back under the bottom rope. The giant climbs onto the apron, steps over the top rope, and looms over his opponent.

 

Balor barely has time to breathe before RADE hoists him up and drives him back down—Powerbomb!

 

Colin McRae: "HUGE Powerbomb from RADE!"

 

Balor’s body bounces off the canvas from the force. But RADE isn’t done. He drags Balor to his feet again, his strength unreal, and lifts him into position—

 

Kendra Mavis: "No, not another one—"

 

ALLEY OOP BOMB! Balor is sent flying before crashing to the mat once more!

 

Colin McRae: "RADE is just dismantling Balor Wolfe! He’s throwing him around like he’s NOTHING!"

 

With a slow, methodical turn, RADE looks down at Balor, then raises a single fist. The crowd murmurs as they realize what’s coming next.

 

RADE grabs Balor’s wrist, yanks him up once more, and spins—BLACK HOLE SLAM!

 

Kendra Mavis: "RADE just planted him! That’s gotta be it!"

 

RADE covers—hooking the leg, pressing his full weight down.

 

Referee: "ONE!... TWO!... THR—"

 

BALOR KICKS OUT!

 

The arena erupts!

 

RADE’s head snaps toward the ref, the glow in his mask flickering erratically. He doesn’t move at first, just staring. Then, like a slow-moving storm, he rises to his feet and marches toward the referee.

 

Arvin Wallace: "Uh-oh... The monster’s not happy."

 

Colin McRae: "And for good reason! He thought that was three!"

 

RADE looms over the official, his broad chest heaving as he glares downward. The ref instinctively backs up, raising her hands in defense.

 

But behind RADE—Balor stirs.

 

The Champion of the Gods pushes himself up, shaking out the cobwebs. He sees RADE’s back turned. His fingers dig into the mat. His jaw clenches.

 

RADE whips around—

 

SUPERKICK!

 

Balor nails RADE square in the jaw! The giant staggers!

 

Then—his knees buckle.

 

RADE drops to the mat! Both men collapse, motionless as the crowd explodes!

 

Colin McRae: "SUPERKICK! BALOR JUST DROPPED THE MONSTER!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "But he took so much damage—can he capitalize?"

 

Both men lay sprawled out in the ring, the ref checking on them as the crowd claps in anticipation. The energy in the building is electric.

 

Arvin Wallace: "Somehow Balor’s still in this—but for how much longer?!"

 

Neither competitor moves.

 

The war rages on.

 

Both men are still down, the ring silent except for the faint sounds of their breathing. The crowd begins to stir, clapping rhythmically, trying to will them back to life.

 

Then—Balor moves first.

 

Colin McRae: "Balor Wolfe is the first one up! After everything he’s endured, he’s still in this fight!"

 

Balor drags himself to his feet, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. His platinum hair is damp with sweat, his face twisted in determination. Across from him, RADE is stirring, slowly trying to push himself up—

 

But Balor doesn’t wait.

 

He charges forward—HEART OF WOLFE SPEAR!

 

RADE’s body whiplashes backward, slamming onto the canvas.

 

Kendra Mavis: "First spear connects! That’s gotta knock the wind out of him!"

 

Balor, not wasting a second, rolls to his feet—his movements a blur. He backs up, eyes locked onto RADE as the bigger man groggily sits up.

 

Balor sprints again—SECOND HEART OF WOLFE SPEAR!

 

Colin McRae: "Another one! RADE just folded in half!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "But look at Balor! He’s not done!"

 

Balor pounds the mat, his breathing ragged but his energy surging. He backs up one more time, his eyes burning with focus as RADE tries to stand. The monster barely has time to react before—

 

THIRD HEART OF WOLFE SPEAR!

 

RADE collapses like a fallen tower, his body convulsing from the impact. Balor sits up, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow. He slowly rises to his feet, the energy in the arena electric.

 

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion—Balor extends his arms out wide and drops to one knee, performing his Lights Out Pose.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Balor Wolfe has taken down RADE! And now he’s signaling—this could be it!"

 

The crowd roars as Balor soaks in the moment, his breathing finally steadying—

 

♫ FOO FIGHTERS "ARROWS" BLASTS THROUGH THE ARENA ♫

 

 

The mood shifts instantly.

 

Balor’s smirk fades for a split second before returning in full force. He turns his head slightly, glancing toward the entrance ramp as the familiar figure of Spearhead Sarah Sharp storms toward ringside.

 

Colin McRae: "Wait a minute—what’s she doing here?!"

 

Arvin Wallace: "Oh, I love this! Sarah Sharp’s got unfinished business with Balor Wolfe!"

 

Sarah reaches ringside, her eyes burning with fury. Balor, ever the opportunist, strolls over to the ropes, resting one arm on the top as he leans toward her, smirking.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Oh, don’t do this, Balor—keep your eyes on RADE!"

 

Balor and Sarah exchange heated words, her voice nearly drowned out by the crowd’s reaction. Balor’s expression is mocking, tilting his head slightly, as if enjoying every second of the distraction.

 

But behind him—RADE RISES.

 

With an almost inhuman resurgence, RADE stands tall, his glowing mask flickering wildly. Without hesitation, he lunges forward—

 

GERMAN SUPLEX!

 

Balor’s body is launched into the air, flipping over RADE’s head before crashing hard onto the mat! The impact sends him bouncing before he comes to a rest, clutching his back.

 

Colin McRae: "RADE JUST THREW BALOR LIKE A RAGDOLL!"

 

Sarah leans against the apron, grinning at the sight of Balor downed in the ring. She shouts, motioning for RADE to finish it.

 

Spearhead Sarah Sharp: "END HIM!"

RADE nods, turning his full attention back to Balor, his massive hands clenching into fists. He steps forward—

 

But Balor explodes off the mat.

 

Like a beast hunting its prey, Balor springs up onto all fours, his breath sharp and rapid. His head snaps toward RADE with an unnerving focus.

 

Colin McRae: "WAIT—BALOR’S STILL IN THIS!"

 

RADE barely has time to react as Balor crouches lower, his body coiled—

 

RADE turns around fully—

 

DIVINE FALL!

 

Balor springs up, leaping straight into the cutter, catching RADE perfectly and driving his face-first into the mat!

 

Kendra Mavis: "DIVINE FALL! DIVINE FALL!"

 

The crowd erupts as Balor rolls RADE onto his back and hooks the leg!

 

Referee: "ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!"

 

Bell Rings!

 

♫ "YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID" HITS! ♫

 

Balor rolls off of RADE, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The ref raises his hand, but Balor doesn’t even glance at him—his smirk already returning as the crowd erupts.

 

Ash: "Here is your winner… BALOR WOLFE!"

 

Colin McRae: "Balor Wolfe just stole this one! RADE had him, but that moment of hesitation, that moment Sarah Sharp gave him—was just enough for Balor to strike!"

 

Balor slowly rolls out of the ring, staggering to his feet. The fast-paced guitar riffs of The Offspring fill the arena as he locks eyes with Sarah, who glares daggers at him from ringside. He chuckles, wiping the sweat from his brow before taking a deep breath—

 

Then, with mocking elegance, he brings a hand to his lips and blows her an Alastor-style kiss.

 

Arvin Wallace: "Oh, that is disrespectful!"

 

Sarah’s face twists in fury, her fists clenched at her sides. Balor, unbothered, turns his back on her and starts his slow ascent up the ramp.

Meanwhile, in the ring—RADE sits up.

 

His glowing eyes flicker, his breathing still heavy. His hands clench into the mat, his shoulders rising and falling as he processes what just happened.

 

Balor, now halfway up the ramp, takes one last glance back. He nods, a knowing smirk still plastered across his face.

 

Tonight, he got the win.

 

Barely.

 

 

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Irving Barth carries a flashlight and makes his way to the basement of the arena.

 

 

They find Damian Blackheart, sipping whiskey and reading a book of anatomy by candlelight.

 

 

Irving: Damian, you lost against some of the more exotic characters here at MAWL, what are your thoughts on taking a loss, given all that has happened over the past few weeks?

 

Damian: After all that cretin Leila Blake put me through, forcing myself and Black Saber to form an alliance, I felt that the Anti-System could have made waves here at MAWL…but that wretched Saber had to seek the glory, had to steal the spotlight all for himself by attacking me. Now what has become of him? The worms are feeding on his bloated corpse as we speak, and his spirit withers away in the subconscious of those that knew him. Still, Leila tried to appease me by putting me in a match against 2 creatures who would usually be preserved in a mason jar and put on display in my cabinet of curiosities, but thanks to a lackluster tag team partner, the loss is mine to grieve…but I will not grieve for long, in fact, I throw down the gauntlet for that tortoise and that rooster. I challenge one of you to step into the ring with me next week and we will see how you fare. Gallito Loco, are you able to…pluck up the courage and face me one on one? Will your wings take flight? Or will you fall further down the pecking order?

 

 

The light go on in the arena. Wonderwolf is standing in the ring with a microphone. In every corner there is some kind of rock and in the ring there are 2 big chairs.

 

Wonderwolf:"Welcome to the first edition of the Wolf's Den!"

Wonderwolf starts howling into the microphone and some people in the crows howl back at him.

Wonderwolf:"I will have a guest on the Wolf's Den and ask them all the questions that everyone always wanted to know!"

A pyro goes of in one of the corners.

Wonderwolf:"I want to welcome my first guest to the Wolfs Den'. He is the man I beat last week, The Viking Warrior : RAGNARRRR "

 

 

System of a Down's Question start playing as Mark Vraag enters the arena and walks halfway the entrance ramp. Wonderwolf looks irritated and starts shouting.

 

 

Wonderwolf:"NO Mark NO! Get away from here. I do not want you out here! "

The crowd start booing at Mark Vraag.

Mark Vraag:"Ragnarrrr won't be coming out here for your little talkshow. He wants to prepare for his match tonight."

Wonderwolf looks somewhat suprised.

Mark Vraag:"So, you will have to deal with me!"

Wonderwolf throws away his microphone and wants to jumps through the ropes.

Mark Vaag:"Stop Wonderwolf, you wanna know why attacked you?"

Wonderwolf picks up the microphone again.

Wonderwolf:"Yes, because I don't want to start a tag team with you Mark"

Mark Vraag start laughing.

Mark Vraag:"You know what I said to you last week? I meant it!"

Wonderwolf looks stunned and angry at the same time as Mark Vraag walks backwards and leaves the arena.

 

 

Arvin: Wonderwolf has steam coming out of both sets of his ears. 

 

 

Colin: Luckily he'll have a chance to blow off that steam in this survivor tag team match.

 

 

Kendra: A wild 5 v 5 is coming up. Ash?

 

WONDERWOLF, GOLDBERG, TAMARA RIVERS, & LE LUTTEUR VS RAGNARRR, THOR, & P. CRUE

 

 

Ash: The following contest is a survivor series elimination tag! Already in the ring, from Amsterdam, Netherlands, weighing 200 pounds, WONDERWOLF!

 

 

Goldberg comes out with fireworks blowing up on either side of him as he storms out.

 

 

Ash: From Oklahoma, weighing in at 285 pounds, GOLDBERG! 

 

 

The drum riff hits to the instrumental version of Nothing But Thieves "Trip Switch" hits as three lightning bolts shoot from an image of the Manx three-leg symbol done as gears. The lights give a flickering feeling, as if power surging. Tamara punches the ground then raises her arm slowly. 

 

 

Ash: From Onchan, Isle of Man, the Circuitbreaker, TAMARA RIVERS!

 

Tamara walks down the ring, cracking her fists, all business. The crowd cheers, but she pays them no mind. She's all business. She enters the ring and punches the ground again, then slowly raises her shades off and gives the smallest of smiles.

 

 

The arena dims, and a hushed reverence fills the air as the haunting notes of "Ave Maria" begin to play, slow and measured, enveloping the crowd in an aura of grace and power. The opening chords echo throughout the arena, and the anticipation builds to a fever pitch.

First, Renaud Lavillenie steps out, his presence commanding the attention of the crowd.

 

 

He’s dressed in his red, white, and blue singlet, the vibrant colors reflecting under the lights as he walks with the poise of a tactician about to engage in a battle of minds. His focused eyes pierce the crowd as he strides down the ramp, every movement calculated, as if he’s already assessing the ring and his opponent. The arena feels smaller, the air thicker with every step he takes. Reaching the ring, he climbs the steps, placing one hand on the ropes, preparing to enter the battlefield with military precision.

 

Moments later, Marion Bartoli, his partner, makes his entrance.

 

 

Clad in a blue and gold singlet, his athletic frame exudes power and determination. His movements are composed and deliberate, like a chess player positioning their pieces for the final checkmate. The crowd watches in awe as Marion’s gaze never wavers from the ring, his mind always in control, calculating each move before it even happens. As he approaches the ring, his pace quickens ever so slightly, his confidence growing as he steps forward. Upon reaching the ring, he exchanges a silent nod with Renaud, the bond between them clear as they prepare to unleash their tactical mastery.

 

Ash (with elegance and authority):
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to be graced by the presence of one of the most tactical and precise teams to ever step into this ring…
With a combined weight of 455 pounds…
From Paris, France…
First, standing 6'4" tall, weighing 225 pounds, ‘The Master of Precision,’ RENAUD LAVILLENIE!

"And his partner, standing 6'3" tall, weighing 230 pounds, ‘The Art of Submission,’ MARION BARTOLI!

"Together, they are…
**LE LUTTEUR!”

 

Together, they enter the ring, flowing into place with perfect symmetry. Renaud steps through the ropes first, then Marion follows, both men immediately setting their sights on the task ahead. As the music swells, they raise their arms in perfect unison, a display of excellence, discipline, and unity. The crowd stands in awe, knowing they’ve just witnessed the arrival of Le Lutteur—a team that embodies calculated brilliance and unstoppable focus.

 

The lights return to normal as "Ave Maria" fades, but the feeling of strategy and precision lingers in the air. The audience can feel it: Le Lutteur is ready to demonstrate that wrestling is as much about the mind as it is about the body.

 

Ash: AND THEIR OPPONENTS-

 

 

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

 

 

Ash: First! Weighing in at 176 pounds, RAGNARRR! 

 

Arvin: Wonderwolf called out Ragnarrr and there he is, in the flesh. Wonder looking for that fight.

 

 

Lightning strikes on the stage as Thor comes down from a zipline.

 

 

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

 

Kendra: It'll be intersting to see if Thor and Ragnarrr can co-exist after that absolute walloping they gave each other. 

 

 

Faith comes out flanked by T. Krip and H. Dog, they all dance as they come down to the ring, Faith holding up the Asylum Championship as they do.

 

 

Ash: And! The team of H. Dog, T. Krip, and the Asylum Champion Faith, they are P. CRUE!

 

Faith grabs a mic and makes a hand signal to cut the music. 

 

Faith: Now now hold on, hold on y'all. Man, look at these fools we're fightin' today. Y'all a bunch of wack-ass chumps.

 

The fans boo. Faith laughs scornfully.

 

Faith: Naw naw naw, you really cheerin' these chumps? You got a grown-ass woman who thinks a talking wombat is real. You got a man whose career ended fifteen years ago and no one's had the heart to tell him. Or maybe they did and he dropped his hearing aid botching a spear.

 

The fans' boos get louder. 

 

Faith: You got a man who walks around in a wolf mask who's scared of a dude dressed like a question mark. And you got Terrence and Phillip over here, you two were more interesting when you farted on each other. 

 

Colin: I'm not so sure that that joke is gonna be well-received in Canada.

 

Faith: I'm so confident that our team can beat the living hell outta you, so confident we're not gonna lose a damn member in this, that I'm gonna throw you wimp-asses a little bone. Whichever one of you can pin me can fight me for the Asylum Title at Spring Sting. 

 

Kendra: Oh! Those are big words by Faith, let's see if she can back them up. 

 

The bell rings as Wonderwolf squares off against Ragnarrr.

 

Colin: And Wonderwolf is going to get his hands on Ragnarrr, Ragnarrr looks like he's going to pursue a grapple, Wonderwolf ready to lock up and Ragnarrr ducking and weaving out of the way. He's in there playing mind games with Wolf. Wolf pursues again and Ragnarrr ducks out of the way again, Ragnarrr looking like he's about to wind up for a punch and...tags Thor in. 

 

Kendra: You can see the irritation rising from Wonderwolf, but looks like he wants to save some energy and tags Goldberg in. Goldberg with a couple quick rights to Thor. Thor retaliates with a stiff right! Goes for a left to follow but Goldberg blocks and comes in with a jab. Goldberg looking to go for a quick tag now but Thor pulls him in for a ripcord boot! Goldberg to his feet and a couple of punches to Thor's midsection. Thor doubling over and Goldberg hits a SPINEBUSTER! 

 

Colin: That looks as solid as it did when I was young. Goldberg going for the pin now but Thor kicks up easily and monkey flips Goldberg off. Thor tag to Faith and her open challenge effectively starts now, Goldberg gets the first crack at her but she comes off the ropes with a spinning elbow. Was she foolish to make that assertion?

 

Arvin: I'll tell you one thing it could put in her favor, she may be fostering some dissension among the ranks there. Other than Le Lutteur, these are not people beholden to each other in a team situation, and dangling a prize like that could put the idea of sabotage in someone's mind. Goldberg already trying it with a crucifix but no count before Faith rolls out of it.

 

Kendra: Faith with a quick tag to T. Krip now, and the stakes return to normal as Krip throws a stiff hook to the side of Goldberg. T. Krip locks heads with Goldberg and unloads with some trapping headbutts! Coming off the ropes and CURB STOMP! Going for the pin, in comes Wolf to pull Krip off, Goldberg rolls Krip for a pin of his own, but Krip rolls out of it quickly.

 

Arvin: Goldberg rushing in with a boxing combo to Krip now. 

 

Kendra: He should be rushing to tag. 

 

Colin: He looks like he's going to and NO! HE SNAPS OVER AND SPEARS T. KRIP! NO BOTCH THERE! Le Lutteur pull the other members off the apron as Goldberg goes for the cover-

 

1!

2!
3!

T. Krip is eliminated by Goldberg!

 

Kendra: What was it Faith said? That her whole team would be standing now? I think she's rethinking her words a little.

 

Ragnarrr enters the match.

 

Arvin: And you can see Wonder extending for the tag, he wants this one badly. Goldberg with a German Suplex to Ragnarrr. Goldberg with a Fisherman Suplex and going for the bridge pin but Ragnarrr gets himself up and reverses into a bridging Fisherman of his own! Goldberg leans back with a headbutt and gets out of the predicament.

 

Kendra: And a SPINEBUSTER TO RAGNARRR! Ragnarrr with a clubbing blow to the back of Goldberg, picking up for a Gutwrench Sitout Powerbomb and the Pin!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Goldberg is eliminated by Ragnarrr!

 

Wonderwolf charges into the match.

 

Colin: Wonderwolf coming in someone's offering some fresh meat! Wonderwolf charges Ragnarrr and Ragnarrr catches him into a spinning sidewalk slam! Ragnarrr stomping Wolf out now.

 

Arvin: Wolf wanted this fight, well be careful what you wish for. Wolf rolls away from the stomp and gets himself under Ragnarrr, stressing the lift up but getting the drive from within and an ALABAMA SLAM! Wonderwolf coming off the ropes for a big splash and RAGNARRR ROLLS HIM UP! 

 

1!

 

Arvin: Wonderwolf kicks at 1 but struggling to get up a little bit and Ragnarrr plants a jumping elbow drop on him. Scrapes Wonderwolf up and RAGNARRR BOMB! 

 

1!

2!

 

Colin: Tamara Rivers in with a slide kick to Ragnarrr and breaks the hold! Wonderwolf kicks Ragnarrr on the face to get him fully disconnected. Wonderwolf trying to get something going here, coming off the ropes and Ragnarrr catches him with an atomic drop! Ragnarrr walking over for a tag and Wonderwolf off the ropes, stops him with a bulldog! That was kind of a mistake, Ragnarrr turns around and RAGNARRR BOMB AGAIN! YOU COULD HEAR ORGANS MOVE WITH THAT ONE!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Wonderwolf is eliminated by Ragnarrr!

 

Kendra: Wonderwolf won't be getting his retribution. 

 

Marion Bartoli enters the match.

 

Arvin: Ragnarrr tags in H. Dog, they throw Marion Bartoli off the ropes and coming back around, HIGH ELEVATION POWERBOMB! Dog tags Thor in, and Thor comes in with a stiff face drop. Renaud to his feet and a quick series of swift kicks as Tamara argues with the ref. Marion tries to get an armlock in but Thor overpowers him and a punch to the heart. Renaud staggers a little bit but stays on his feet and a sweep to Thor...ACHILLES LOCK! 

 

Kendra: That's some Precision Targeting and Thor trying to get to the ropes...that's the leg that Thor had trapped in a chair some weeks back and though he's back on his feet, it's clearly still sore enough to target! Marion calls Renaud off and goes for the Regal Suplex!

 

1!

2!
3!

 

Thor is eliminated by Marion Bartoli!

 

H. Dog enters the match.

 

Arvin: H. Dog charges in and a jumping crucifix pin! Marion reverses the roll up for himself but that also goes nowhere fast. 

 

Kendra: H. Dog's rolling back gives him some runway and he comes charging with a spinning back lariat. H. Dog throws Marion into the corner and tags in Ragnarrr! Ragnarrr and Dog double arm wringer flip Marion! Ragnarrr tries to go for another quick tag but Marion hits an Orton Backbreaker on Ragnarrr!

 

Colin: Ragnarrr trips Bartoli. Ragnarrr picking Bartoli up and just tossing him! Ragnarrr tagging in H. Dog. I guess you keep the title secure if you never tag in the champ. H. Dog locking in the FTS!! And Bartoli struggling, looking like he's in trouble, Renaud pulls him to the ropes and tags himself in! H. Dog didn't see the tag but the ref did and Renaud jumps the rope with an elbow drop to the head of H. Dog! Hold broken! 

 

Arvin: H. Dog gets up and snap powerslam to Renaud! Picking him up and a SECOND Snap Powerslam! Renaud to his feet and an over-the-shoulder armbreaker to Dog! Dog tries to punch but Renaud parries, another quick attempt at a jab but Renaud blocks, Dog going for a clothesline but Renaud ducks and tags in Bartoli! Renaud grabs the leg and a HUGE Knee to the chest by Bartoli! I think...THEY GOT HIM IN THE FRENCH TRAP! THEY GOT HIM IN THE FRENCH TRAP! Faith trying to come in but Tamara German suplexes her out of the ring and H. Dog taps!!

 

H. Dog is eliminated by Le Lutteur!

 

After much arguing with Ragnarrr, Faith enters the match.

 

Kendra: Ragnarrr doesn't have the same loyalty that Faith's teammates has and doesn't care about her title problem. 

 

Arvin: Well he's gonna care when he's left alone!

 

Kendra: Faith with two quick punches, off the ropes and a jumping clothesline! And Bartoli catches her arm into a Regal Lock! Faith reaching for the ropes, I'm sure Ragnarrr is much less thrilled about this now, and starting to make a move but Rivers slams his head into the post! Faith can't make it...she taps! She taps! 

 

Arvin: This means that Marion Bartoli has earned himself a title shot, and Faith is out of this match!

 

Faith is eliminated by Marion Bartoli!

 

Ragnarrr enters the match. 

 

Kendra: Ragnarrr hits a shoulderbreaker to Marion Bartoli. That looks brutal. Wait...Wonderwolf is struggling but he's back ringside! I don't think that Ragnarrr is aware of this! Ragnarrr picks Bartoli up for the Ragnarrr Bomb...WONDERWOLF HOOKS HIS LEG! MARION TURNS IT INTO A ROLLUP PIN!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Ragnarrr is eliminated by Marion Bartoli, ending the match!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, the team of Le Lutteur, Wonderwolf, Tamara Rivers, and Goldberg!

 

Arvin: What a huge win, and that young man right there is going to get a shot at gold.

 

Colin: It'll certainly look good with his uniform and-wait! Tamara Rivers snaps! Tamara just clotheslined Marion Bartoli! Tamara just hit a spinebuster on Renaud Lavillenie! Tamara Rivers hits a Moddey Dhoo on Renaud! One to Marion!

 

Tamara grabs a microphone.

 

Tamara: You decided that the title shot was yours, you did not even tag me into that match and give me a shot at possibly also winning the shot. You are sneaky rat. I demand an opportunity for title shot!

 

 

Arvin: Oh no. Here comes the GM.

 

 

CN: Normally I don't take demands, Tamara. But what I do do is deals. I have some interests that need taking care of and goals that I have for my time in this company. Work with me, help me ensure my goals, and not only will you be added to the Asylum Title Match but you will be given a hefty payday. 

 

Kendra: Is she serious? She'll hand out title shots to people who work for her? This is the kind of shenanigans happening here now?

 

Colin: It was before your time but she tried to buy a title match for one Zodiac Zac. He didn't take too well to it. CN Starz is showing herself as underhanded and manipulative. Don't do it, Tamara!

 

Arvin: You gotta look out for your own interests. 

 

Tamara: You got it, boss. 

 

The crowd boos.

 

Tamara: If you all are willing to help me get a title shot, by all means do it, otherwise shut up. 

 

CN Starz: So it's settled. The Title Match will now be a What Four Match-

 

Kendra: Wait, four? 

 

CN: Between Faith, Marion Bartoli, Tamara Rivers, and the winner of this next match between Wonderwolf-

 

Wonderwolf looks exhausted and shocked.

 

Kendra: Wonderwolf took multiple Ragnarrr Bombs, this is just setting him up!

 

CN: And this man.

 

 

Colin: What? NO! Wonderwolf has taken great pains to get away from this man and CN Starz just handed him over on a silver platter!

 

 

WONDERWOLF VS QUESTION MARK VRAAG

 

Arvin: This match has been sanctioned by the boss lady herself, a potential title shot on the line, Question goes in for a diving headbutt and WONDERWOLF CATCHES HIM! ROLL-UP PIN!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Won-

 

Kendra: Holy hell! Tamara Rivers and Question Mark Vraag are stomping out Wonderwolf!

 

Colin: This is unbelievable. 

 

Arvin: Such brutality in the ring.

 

Kendra: Wait, now what's happening??

 

 

Arvin: Tino and Soldat are coming down and it looks like they're here to even the odds! Tino and Soldat just absolutely unloading on Tamara and Question Mark! Throwing them both out of the ring, and they're looking to say something-

 

Colin: There's no juice in those mics! The mics have been cut!

 

CN: Now I know what you two are going to say, that I'm out here playing favorites and being corrupt and this and that and blah blah blah, so let's get to the place where I show you how we support all our superstars here. I have a team here itching for a spot in the Fatal Six-Corners at Spring Sting. If they can beat you, they're gonna get it, but since I'm sporting, if you can beat them you're gonna get it. Now, no need to thank me.

 

Kendra: I'm sure that the words out of the mouths of those two weren't going to be thank you.

 

Arvin: Ungrateful. 

 

CN Starz:

"Ladies and gentlemen… allow me to introduce you to the future. The enforcers of order. The architects of control. And most importantly… my personal insurance policy against the circus of chaos that some of you think this company is becoming."

 

She pauses, smirking as the crowd murmurs. She slowly raises her sunglasses and rests them on her head before gesturing toward the entrance ramp.

 

CN Starz: "MAWL is not a playground. This is not an audition for your 15 minutes of fame. This is MY empire, MY investment, and I refuse to let reckless, delusional egos get in the way of MAWL’s success. So from this moment forward, anyone who thinks they can just run wild, defy authority, or—heaven forbid—cross ME?"

 

Kendra: Is this a collaborative connection or a power grab?

 

Her smirk fades, her voice sharpening like a dagger.

 

CN: "Well… there will be consequences."

 

 

The lights flicker as a bold guitar riff hits. A cinematic Hollywood-style entrance begins—paparazzi flashes strobe across the stage, a velvet rope is symbolically unhooked, and stepping through the golden spotlight are "Red Carpet" Mark Anderson and "High Risk" Winston Lewis.

 

 

Mark, in a red and gold sequined robe, exudes VIP confidence, adjusting his cuffs and scanning the audience like he’s deciding who’s worthy of his presence. Winston, wearing his stuntman-inspired gear, cracks his knuckles and tilts his head as if analyzing his next big stunt.

 

They strut to the ring, taking their time, soaking in the moment before stepping inside. Mark casually leans against the ropes while Winston perches on the turnbuckle, staring out at the crowd like a stuntman before a daring leap.

 

CN Starz:

"Meet the MAWLiwood Blondes. Mark Anderson. Winston Lewis. The brightest stars in this business… and the last faces you want to see if you step out of line."

 

The crowd erupts in a mix of boos and cheers as Mark smirks and adjusts his sunglasses, looking at the camera.

 

Mark Anderson:

"See, Leila Blake and CN Starz aren't just any bosses—they're visionaries. And visionaries deserve protection… class… and power. That’s where we come in. We’re not just here to look good. We’re here to make sure MAWL stays elite."

 

Winston Lewis:

"You see, some of you think you can do whatever you want. Call your own shots. Play the hero. But let me ask you—how do most movies end for the guy who takes too many risks? Exactly."

 

Mark chuckles, patting Winston on the shoulder.

 

Mark Anderson:

"Consider this a public service announcement. You step out of line? We make an example out of you. You don’t play by the rules? We rewrite the script. And if you still don’t get the message? Well… you’ll find out firsthand why the Final Take is always the most brutal part of the film."

 

CN Starz:

"MAWL is entering a new era. One of prestige. Dominance. Control. And if any of you still think you’re bigger than this company? That you can undermine MY authority? Leila's authority? Just remember… Hollywood has a way of burying people who can’t keep up with the stars. So tread carefully… or prepare for the red carpet treatment."

 

She drops the mic as Mark and Winston stare face to face with Tino and Soldat. The screen flashes their name: MAWLiwood Blondes – Enforcers of MAWL. The message is clear… the golden age of MAWL has begun, and rebellion will not be tolerated.

 

Soldat and Tino stare down the blondes. CN calls for the bell to be rung.

 

LA FAMILY VS MAWLIWOOD BLONDES

 

Colin: And we're starting with Tino and Winston in the ring. Winston pops himself up onto the ropes and unloading already with a corkscrew splash! Back off the ropes and a tilt-a-whirl headscissors! Going for an early pin, nothing doing as Tino kicks up easily. Winston tags in Mark, who monitors the scene carefully and catches Tino with a right hook. Tino throwing one right back, and we have a brawl going.

 

Kendra: Mark blocks a left hook and makes an arm-trapped suplex out of it. Tino to his feet, Mark Irish Whips NO TINO REVERSES IT AND IRISH WHIPS MARK INTO HIS CORNER! Tags in Soldat, they put Mark on the top turnbuckle, and each take a side of the rope, hooking up for a Double Fisherman Superplex! Mark is Sleeping with the Fishes! Soldat goes for the pin-

 

1!

 

Arvin: Broken up by Winston. Mark to his feet and a right head punch to Soldat. And that's a Premiere Backbreaker, look at the Spin from Anderson on that move. Picks Soldat and spins in the opposite direction to do it again! Soldat manages to make it to the corner and tags in Tino.

 

Kendra: Two gut kicks and an Undertaker Punch by Sabatelli, and he hits Anderson with a solid Sambo Suplex! Throwing Anderson off the ropes, Anderson returning into a Deep Six by Sabatelli! Going for the pin-

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: Anderson gets that shoulder up, just barely. Tino throws Anderson off the ropes and going for the clothesline, Anderson back around and getting that High Angle for a MARQUEE SUPLEX! 

 

1!

2!

Thr...NO! Soldat saves the day!

 

Colin: Soldat pulls the leg of Anderson and Tino comes down hard on him with a splash! Going for the pin but Anderson is up quickly. Sabatelli off the ropes but Executive Slam! The Spinning Sidewalk Slam plants Tino right back on the mat. Tino's tough though, rising with an uppercut!

 

Arvin: Tino throwing a couple punches, sends Mark off the ropes and BURNING HAMMER!!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

La Family wins with a burning hammer from Tino Sabatelli to Mark Anderson!

 

 

Ash: Here are your winners, Tino Sabatelli and Soldat! La Family!

 

Kendra: And La Family are going to Spring Sting to-

 

 

Arvin: Tamara Rivers is back! She wrecks Soldat with a Spinebuster!! She wrecks Tino with a Spinebuster!! She's standing on Soldat's neck and she clearly is looking to make sure that Soldat isn't going to make it to Spring Sting! What a mess!

 

Kendra: Tamara Rivers is doing CN Starz's bidding, the matches didn't go CN's way but Tamara can ensure that Spring Sting does.

 

Colin: Sold her soul for a title shot. It's depressing. We go now backstage to Cristel.

 

 

Camera's focusing at Cristel Bassano that sitting on a chair with someone out of cam.

 

Cristel: "Good evening! Cristel Bassano here with Daniel Oslanovitch, the man who made ruckus in the ring for the past several weeks because of a mask."

The camera's panning as Cristel turn to Daniel who sits beside her.

 

 

 

 

Colin: I wish I could say that the Mask thing is the strangest thing that happens around here. Maybe Top 5 or 10. But still, utterly bizarre.

 

 

Kendra: If I were being followed by a mask like that, I'd just have a jar full of moths at the ready.

 

 

Arvin: That's crazy. The Destroyer that comes along with it seems like so much power. Hell, maybe I'll offer to take the mask off Daniel's hands.

 

Kendra: You're truly losing it.

 

Colin: Well, one of the men responsible for courting the strangeness is courting a new client, and that potential client is in acting next. Ash?

 

SUPERSTAR DAVY BOY w/Ralph Silva VS THE SOLEMN GUARDIAN

 

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

 

Black smoke covers the front view as The Solemn Guardian walks out Carrying a tome like a bible almost symbolizing what is to come.. Ominous bells and ringing with the hiss of snakes the cawwing of ravens and soft chanting can be heard during this. 

 

 

Ash: First, from Huntington, West Virginia, weighing in at 165 pounds, he is The Solemn Guardian!

 

The Solemn Guardian makes his way slowly down the ramp, the audience feeling chills as he passes them.

 

Colin: This man, if you can call him that, made his debut last week at the Rumble and is now looking to make an impact in singles competition.

 

Arvin: He's already making an impact in my stomach.

 

 

Cypress Hill "Superstar" blasts as Superstar Davy Boy comes out, pointing to himself in cocky manners, occasionally doing little struts, and threatening to backhand anyone who boos him. Behind him Ralph "El Orador" Silva is pointing to him and telling the audience to cheer and respect him.

 

 

Ash: And his opponent! Accompanied by Ralph "Er Orrrrrrador" SILVA, From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 235 pounds, Superstar Davy Boy!

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: And Silva already bending Davy Boy's ear that he's not being given opportunities, it's the dude's what, third week here? But Davy Boy seems to be considering it, who's to say what he'll choose and this is almost like an audition for Silva as a manager.

 

Arvin: Both these men got their start in that rumble so it'll be interesting for sure to see what they're able to pull out of the bag here. 

 

Kendra: Guardian hits an early arm drag on Davy Boy, coming back around for a bulldog! Guardian looking to capitalize on the rope game and Silva grabs his ankle! It was too quick, I don't think Andra saw it but Davy sure did, Guardian gets spun around and it's a West Coast Stunner!

 

1!

2!

Th...Guardian kicks!

 

Colin: A two and a half call, and Davy Boy's day isn't done yet. Picking Guardian up and a brainbuster into a pin-Nothin' doin. Davy Boy keeping the pressure on with a hangman neckbreaker. Snap suplex! Guardian's been playing defense almost this whole time and that doesn't seem to be changing now...Davy Boy up to the top rope...there's that 360 Elbow, the quick knee, and the lay-on!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

Superstar Davy Boy wins by Pinfall with the LA Pop!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, Superstar Davy Boy!

 

Colin: Solemn Guardian had a strong start but once Silva got involved he just couldn't get his groove back.

 

Kendra: He's no Stella, that's for sure.

 

Arvin: It's amazing what a little help from your friends can do. 

 

Colin: Funny you mention friends, Arv, as our next two competitors used to be the best of them.

 

 

 Pam Arnasdóttir stands on the stage with a microphone. The music continues to play but at a slightly hushed tone, and she walks down the ramp as she talks.

 

 

Pam: Listen up, all you bird-brained bozos, and listen good. This federation has a sickness. A sickness I've finally been cured of and now am coming to eradicate for the benefit of you and everyone. Boo me if you want, I don't really give a shit, but once my mission is complete, once SIR's mission is complete, you will all see how much better it is and rightfully hail me as your hero. 

 

The fans boo even louder. 

 

Pam: Get it out now. No one realizes they are ill until it hits them at once. You probably want some fuzzy flappy bird shit now, but you'll soon see when I dispense of the woman I was blinded into believing was my best friend, when I break her mercilessly into a Damascus experience or into her own demise, how much better I am and we all are to be released of dead weight. 

 

PEN GWEN VS PAM ARNASDOTTIR

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from Westman Islands, Iceland and representing Sanity In Ring, the Paragon of Sanity, Pam Arnasdóttir!

 

 

Pen Gwen on the apron flaps her arms in times with the drum, then jumps when the main riff comes in, causing fireworks in a wing formation to fly from her side. 

 

 

Ash: And her opponent! From Invercargill, New Zealand, representing the Birds of Play, the Empress, PEN GWEN!

 

Pen runs down the ramp high fiving fans and then belly slides into the ring, landing in a cheeky model pose at which point she does an overexaggerated wink. 

 

Arvin: I guess she finally dumped that obnoxious Surfin Bird track. 

 

Colin: I'm being told that this is the new theme song for Birds of Play, now that they're not all tropical and they want to be taken a little more seriously as ring competitors. 

 

Arvin: But they're still dressed as birds, right? So that little is doing a lot of work there.

 

The bell rings. 

 

Kendra: Pam starts with a cheap shot right from jump. Pam coming off the ropes, going for an axe kick and Gwen ducks it and drops her down for a pin!

 

1!

 

Colin: Pam kicks at 1 and you can see she's annoyed it even got that far, as they lock up. A face punch by Gwen, and up into the Elevated Belly to Belly! Gwen calls this a Compact Huddle, Pam's surely going to call it an unpleasant experience and DOWN to the mat!

 

Kendra: If Pen Gwen wants to be taken more seriously this is a good first step in that direction. Going for the cover again-

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Pam's up and she's hopping mad. Big punch to Gwen's face, locking her head up...lifting her body up...ELEVATED DDT! THAT SPELLS SIRTAIN DOOM! Now Pam looking to end this-

 

1!

 

Kendra: Maybe not so certain as Pen Gwen kicks up. Pam throws Gwen off the ropes and catches her into a Spinning Uranage! Going for the pin again, nothing doin'. 

 

Colin: You can feel the heat emanating from these two as they stare each other down. Pam clearly screaming in Gwen's face, Pam pushes Gwen...Gwen pushes Pam back. Bigger push by Pam, Gwen retaliates in kind and now they're locking up punches!

 

Kendra: The back and forth here is incredible and Gwen ends it whipping Pam across the ropes, Pam comes back around and Gwen catches her into a backbreaker! Pam rolls back to behind Gwen and jumps up with a two-handed bulldog, driving the Empress down to the mat. 

 

Arvin: How do ya like that, your highness? Pam firmly back in control where she belongs, an elbow drop to the back and a second! Gwen feeling it now, but she rolls herself around and Pam trying to come down for a third and Gwen monkey flips her! Pam deftly lands on her feet and Gwen throws herself off the ropes for a crossbody NO Pam catches her out into a front slam! She told us she was too smart for the bird.

 

Kendra: However you feel about her as a person, you can't deny the ring skill, and a vicious stomp to the throat of Pen Gwen. Pam getting in her face again, and goes for a smack but Gwen catches her and arm whip! Standing dropkick by Gwen and off the ropes to a Cross Body! Gwen could go for the pin here...no! She chooses instead to go for the low blow, and Andra looking to call for the...she holds her ear and just puts her hand down.

 

Colin: CN Starz seems to be pretty up on Sanity In Ring, and clear that they just got a call unduly in their favor there. And Pam parlays that into a Canadian Destroyer for the Pin but Gwen kicks up no problem and rolls back, springs forward to hit Pam with a clothesline. Gwen with a jump and a somersault leg drop! Pam grabs the leg and trips her.

 

Arvin: Pam going for a single leg crab now but Gwen kicks her off and another kick for good measure. A third one propels Pam back, around the bend and another monkey flip by Gwen. Pam rushing in and Gwen picks her up, she's holding her real tight! Trying to force a hug on an ex-friend?

 

Colin: Trying to Compact Huddle her into oblivion, Pam tries to fight out with a bell clap but Gwen lifts her higher and she just ends up regular clapping and DOWN WE GO! 

 

1!

2!

 

Arvin: Pam kicks! Pam kicks! You can't keep her down! Gwen is frustrated but Pam mid kick and PARAGON SHIFT! PARAGON SHIFT! This one is over! The cover-

 

1!

2!

3!

Pam Arnasdóttir wins by pinfall with the Paragon Shift! 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, the Paragon of Sanity, Pam Arnasdóttir!

 

Kendra: And it looks like it's not enough for Pam, as she pushes the Penguin hood off Gwen and she is screaming in her face.

 

Pam: Take this stupid thing off! Take this goddamn bird shit off! 

 

Kendra: Pam dragging Gwen by her hair and smashing her face against that bottom turnbuckle! Just driving her into it with her knee, and another smash! Pulling Gwen to the top rope, has her in spiking position...ICELANDING TO THE OUTSIDE! SHE JUST DROVE GWEN'S HEAD RIGHT INTO THOSE STEPS! The Paragon of Sanity is not sane!

 

Arvin: The message has been sent, and it's that freaks and weirdos are no longer welcome.

 

Kendra: Well we barely have time to clean the theater before the next show starts.

 

 

SM Heartbreaker comes to the stage with a jacket on, adjusting his sunglasses and holding a bag.

 

 

Arvin: SM Claus is here and he's got gifts for all the boys and girls!

 

Kendra: Should we be scared?

 

SM opens the jacket to reveal his new shirt.

 

 

Arvin: Merch drop!! He's tossing shirts to the audience! Christmas came early. I think that'd look good on me.

 

SM makes his way to the ring, and mimics checking his watch.

 

Arvin: There's no point, you're waiting for a man who's abandoned his post.

 

Colin: I don't think he was abandoned so much as attacked, but the result is the same and you're not wrong that Schmetterling is not a guarantee to show. The last time we thought we were going to get Schmetterling we got Question Mark Vraag instead, which was all sorts of weird.

 

Kendra: And that Question appears to have aligned himself with CN Starz raises further questions about the general feeling of Schmetterling.

 

Colin: SM shrugs to the audience and is stepping back through the ropes, thinking better of it and telling a producer to hand him a microphone-

 

SM: You know what I hate? You-

 

 

SM Heartbreaker waits, annoyed, but no one shows up. He smiles thinly.

 

SM: I said, you know what I hate, 

 

 

Schmetterling's music starts going off again, and this time the crowd pops. SM gives a Rock head-turn. 

 

Kendra: Wait! He's back! He's back- he's...

 

 

Kendra: ...Oh.

 

Question Mark Vraag comes out in a Schmetterling mask to a rain of boos. SM's shocked expression turns to a smirk and then a chuckle.

 

Colin: The disappointment on the audience is palpable, and I don't blame them.

 

Kendra: Well, I guess-wait, there's movement in the crowd-

 

 

Colin: HE'S BACK! SCHMETTERLING IS IN THE HOUSE AND HE'S RECLAIMED HIS FLAMETHROWER...OH MY GOD HE'S TURNING IT ON QUESTION MARK! I don't know if ever since he's embraced the fans I've seen him use the blowtorch ON someone but it couldn't happen to a nicer guy!

 

Kendra: You've heard of the Flying Dutchman, well here's the Frying Dutchman!

 

Arvin: Oh, that can't be right! Fine his ass CN! Fire his ass!

 

Colin: I don't know what's gotten into you but ya gotta snap out of it. It looks like we'll be getting this matchup after all as Schmetterling charges the ring, dropping the flamethrower off to the side. 

 

SM HEARTBREAKER VS SCHMETTERLING

 

Arvin: And SM has no patience for this nonsense and already going in with a series of hammer fists. Schmetterling swing and a miss and Heartbreaker gets him into a swinging neckbreaker, a little extra torque to really dig it in. SM stomping him out now, and I'm sure this is not the welcome back Schmetterling was expecting but it's the one he's getting.

 

Kendra: SM coming off the ropes now and SCHMETTERLING WITH A RIB KICK! BUTTERFLY PIIIIILEDRIVER! Going for the pin-

 

1!

 

Colin: And Heartbreaker gets the shoulder up and Schmetterling is gonna have to do more work. Schmetterling with a series of headbutts to SM and he gets to his feet, starting to run back but SM is also up, Schmetterling around the bend and a little run from SM gives way to a Knee! He's setting up...The Instrument of Destruction!

 

1!

2!

3!

 

SM Heartbreaker wins by Pinfall! 

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, SM Heartbreaker!

 

Colin: SM gets his hand raised but his eyes are wandering...oh...oh no...he's...he's going for the flamethrower! We're about to get a Butterfly Steak!

 

Arvin: He has it well in hand, loading and-here comes the cavalry! 

 

 

Kendra: Wonderwolf in and he dropkicks SM! Flamethrower dropped, and he's chasing SM Heartbreaker out! 

 

Colin: Schmetterling takes a moment to sit in the corner and catch his breath. 

 

Schmetterling pulls himself up and grabs a microphone. 

 

Schmetterling: You were probably wondering ja where I have been. You say it is not like the Schmetterling to miss an event and in particular not one as big as a crossover. Well some thugs in masks brought it upon itself to bust my kneecaps with a pipe. I had the intention ja to come back and do the rumble anyway but doctor said if I did that I could not wrestle again and I would break my heart and yours. I am still not in full condition nein but I could sit around no longer and let my beautiful federation and yours fall to the disarray that it has. I will be your champion again ja you can see to that. I know that the Spring Fling has been canceled but the event in its place, the Honeycomb, you can put your euros on that I will rise again and this butterfly will pollenate the flowers of love and respect back into this federation. You will see that I see to this ja. SCHMETTERLIIIIIING!

 

Schmetterling shoots his flamethrower in the air to the crowd popping.

 

 

Arvin: Why are they celebrating him? He lost!

 

Kendra: It's not always about winning.

 

Arvin: Spoken like a loser.

 

Colin: We still have a bit of card to go, and out next it's one on one action between Damian Blackheart and El Gallito Loco.

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

EL GALLITO LOCO w/Tortuga de Acero VS DAMIAN BLACKHEART

 

 

'Deceiver' by This Gift Is A Curse starts playing. Heavy distorted music along with lights flickering, and fog descending down from the ceiling. Then holograms of rats scatter over the stage and down into the barricades disappearing. Leeches and old antiques jars filled with all sorts of body parts, eyes, fingers, animals, insects flicker on the screen. Amoebas, and old medical equipment flash on screen. Scalpels, prongs, gloves, and blot clots splatter. We see people lining the streets, and gutters.

 

 

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

 

Damian Blackheart stands at the entrance, his long black coat, and iconic black plague doctor's mask. He unmasks, and throws the mask to the side, and takes off his coat. He gazes up at the director's box where CN Starz is sitting. He holds a jar of leeches and bugs out in front of him, twists the lid off, and holds it up.

 

 

El Gallito Loco sprints to the ring, flapping his arms like wings, while Tortuga de Acero shuffles behind, slowly waving to the crowd. Tortuga tries to keep Gallito back a bit, to minimal effect. 

 

 

Ash: And his opponent, accompanied by Tortuga de Acero, from a tiny coop in Guadalajara, Mexico, weighing in at 140 pounds, El GALLITO LOOOOOOCO!

 

Once inside, they pose dramatically, with El Gallito striking martial arts poses while Tortuga hides behind his "shell."

 

The bell rings.

 

Colin: And Gallito flying off the ropes, going for an attack, no he's coming back around and bouncing off the ropes across the way and going for an at...no, off the ropes again. Blackheart clearly confused and very clearly puzzled. 

 

Kendra: Blackheart shakes it off and grabs Gallito into a grapple. Gallito able to overpower him and an arm wringer flip and he's struttin' his stuff...NO! SCALPEL KICK FROM BLACKHEART! Going for a pin-

 

1!

 

Arvin: The rooster up and celebrating just getting up, prancing and dancing like a fool, learning all of nothing.

 

Tortuga: Head in the game, mijo!

 

Arvin: Well, looks like head in a lock as Blackheart gets Gallito, and NO! GALLITO GETS IT INTO A BACK SUPLEX! And he's damn dancing around the ring again as Blackheart kicks the rope in frustration.

 

Colin: Blackheart attempting to keep him contained and Blackheart wrenches the arm...ooh, that's Fujiwara. Someone's hoping to dine on wings tonight...and Gallito rolls out of it! Kip up and boom with that dropkick! Gets Blackheart up and BLUE THUNDER BOMB! I did NOT see that coming.

 

Kendra: Could go for the pin but instead he decides he wants to pretend to fly. You're wasting time my dude and Tortuga clearly agrees as he hits the apron to try to give direction to Loco. The fans are rumbling, they're joining in the apron smacking, Gallito taking in the fans and I think he may be getting the wrong message here, popping up to the top rope...Crazy Coop Di...yah! Belly flops! Tortuga is definitely incurring a migraine right about now.

 

Arvin: He's not the only one. How has this chicken not been spatchcocked yet?

 

Colin: Blackheart's on it as he hits a DDT! Back around and a beautiful rolling cutter! Going for the cover.

 

1!

2!

 

Kendra: The Rooster has heart, I'll give him that, but he's also got ego...or ADHD...or both, and going around grandstanding and clucking about!

 

Colin: The difference between ego and confidence is talent, so we'll see which is which Blackheart around with a rolling elbow NO! Gallito ducks and running up to the ropes...SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! Gallito could go for a pin right now and end this aaaand he's clucking and jiving again.

 

Kendra: Some people clearly have both, looks like Gallito wants the fans' approval.

 

Arvin: This is why he's better suited for children's parties. This kinda nonsense doesn't take in a real wrestling match and I'm not sure Gallito has it through his head that this is a real match. Pointing his wing to the ropes, getting the fans' approval, he goes up to the top rope and oh see he's pretending to fall for a laugh and HE FALLS FOR REAL! Blackheart zeroes in and a jumping arm breaker! Armbar! He's got that armbar locked in tight!

 

Kendra: Well if he wasn't taking it seriously before, he is now. Gallito straining to reach out to the bottom rope and Blackheart pulls him back in. Gallito changing up tactics and using his boot, the talon affixed on there just makes it to the rope! The hold breaks. Both men to their feet now...whoa Gallito feeling a little dizzy and the crowd laughing and eating it up, they think it's part of the act but it looks like Gallito may actually be a bit dazed! Blackheart sees the opening and a jumping knee to the beak of Gallito! 

 

Tortuga: Get back up! Back on your feet! You can do it man! 

 

Blackheart (dropping to his knees): The chicken is basted and ready to be cooked. Watch this!

 

Arvin: Blackheart is up and Gallito reaching out to Tortuga, going for a tag? This isn't a tag match, man, this is your dance to dance!

 

Kendra: This is the first time this match we see real fear and pain on the face of Gallito, and trying to get to his friend BLACKHEART STOMPS HIS HAND! NOW HIS LEFT FOOT TO THE ELBOW! 

 

Blackheart (mockingly): Cock-a-doodle-doo!

 

Colin: There's no need for that....CROSSFACE CHICKENWING! Blackheart reveling in some ironic move making! Gallito reaching to the ropes, the fight in the heart of that Rooster is wavering but still aglow...almost to the ropes and BLACKHEART CARRIES HIM BACK! 

 

Kendra: Rooster fighting mightily to his feet, movement in the knees, and Blackheart yanks the hold tighter. As much as we may mock the antics of Gallito the man has heart and you can see he's trying to push himself up, you can see Tortuga slamming on the mat and starting a rumbling that the crowd, trying to power Gallito up.

 

Arvin: What, is he Tinkerbell now? Is clapping going to make him powerful?

 

Colin: It couldn't hurt to try, and Gallito flapping his wings, the crowd is getting behind it, almost to his feet, DAMIAN TIGHTENS THE HOLD AND GALLITO FLOPS BACK DOWN! Andra checks his hand! Drops for 1! Drops for 2! Drops for th...the hand fighting to stay up and Damian squeezes. Down goes the hand, and this one is over.  

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, DAMIAN BLACKHEART!

 

Kendra: And Blackheart is our winner of this match and he starts to get off but OH NO! AN ARMBAR TO GALLITO! THIS ONE IS ALREADY OVER AND GALLITO IS SCREAMING AND CROWING IN PAIN! ANDRA JONES TRYING TO GET HIM TO RELEASE AND HE TIGHTENS THE GRIP AS HE LOOKS HER IN THE EYE!

 

Blackheart (to Tortuga): Are you just as big a chicken as him?

 

Arvin: And the stupid turtle rolls in the ring to get his, and Blackheart releases the hold. He's shown his work and he stares Tortuga cold as night into the eyes.

 

Kendra: Blackheart walking out onto the ramp now, keeping his gaze on Tortuga, Tortuga kneeling down to check on his friend and NO HERE COMES BLACKHEART!

 

Arvin: Looks like he left something in the ring...and that something is the Plaguebringer! He drills Tortuga with the Plaguebringer! Oh stop booing, the man did his job.

 

Colin: The job, Arvin, had already been finished, and he's not getting overtime pay for this. The man is back to his Plague Doctor ways, and we are all the worse off for it as Andra Jones looks to the fallen pair.

 

 

The camera fades in to the dimly lit backstage corridors of the arena. The overhead lights flicker, buzzing softly, casting long, jagged shadows along the walls. The air feels wrong, thick, oppressive, as if something unseen is pressing down on the space. A slow, deliberate sound echoes through the hallway. The unmistakable noise of steel dragging against concrete screeches in the gloom.

 

The camera pans down, revealing Gozu’s steel chair scraping lazily behind him as he stalks through the arena. His grip is loose, fingers curled around one of the legs, allowing the chair to clatter and screech against the floor with every step. His head is tilted slightly, as though listening to something in the distance. His breathing is steady, too steady. His presence alone seems to drain the warmth from the air.

Gozu: “Where is he…?”

His voice is barely above a whisper, yet it carries through the empty hallway, bouncing off the cold walls. He stops, his free hand twitching before coming to rest against the brick, fingers splaying out as if feeling the pulse of the arena itself.

Gozu: “He’s here. He thinks he’s safe.”

Another pause. His head twitches slightly before he exhales a slow, shuddering breath.

Gozu: “But walls don’t keep us out.”

Gozu takes another step forward, his fingers dragging against the wall as he moves. The camera lingers on him for a few more moments before abruptly cutting to inside Moon's locker room.

 

 

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

Cristel: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Backstage Pass with Cristel Bassano. Tonight we are going to chat with Moon, one of the latest additions to the roster. He has snatched a couple of wins in his last matches but at the same time he has been beaten too. Let's see what he has to say on this mixed success.

The camera moves along with Cristel as she enters Moon's locker room.

 

 

Moon is chilling; his headset on and he's listening to his favorite songs. As soon as he sees Cristel a warm smile appears on his face. He keeps his headset down and stands up to greet Cristel. Moon's tall frame and broad shoulders cast an imposing figure. He's dressed in his Royal Moon Prince attire. The dim lights of the backstage illuminate the golden trimming on his outfit, and his muscles flex with every step he takes toward Cristel. A wild, fierce energy seems to emanate from him. He steps into the light and his eyes, alight with excitement, meet Cristel's gaze.

Moon : Hi Cristel, how are you doing?

Cristel smiles. She does a handshake with moon. Then she speaks.

Cristel: I am fine, Moon, thanks you. I have come here to interview you. I want your bite on your latest fights and on you wins. Can you spare a few moments with me?

Moon is in good mood. He immediately accepts Cristel's offer and speaks...

Moon: Of course! Please ask. What is it in your mind?

Before Cristel could speak, the camera pans to Gozu who is coming to Moon's locker room. Gozu looks angry; his last match with Moon did not go well; and he clearly wants revenge.

Cristel and Moon both are surprised. Moon gets a feeling that things could go wrong from here. But he takes a deep breath; calms himself down and asks Gozu as politely as possible.

Moon: Gozu, you? Here? What do you want?

Moon gazes on to Gozu, waiting for his reply.

 

 

 

Ann: Damian Blackheart. We were under the impression that our missions were aligned but we are disappointed at your assertions about our usefulness in our brief and now over alliance. We took care of the turtle so that you could take care of the rooster. We provided opportunity for you to finish the rooster and you still did not get the job done. The fact that you had to have a rematch against a man in a chicken suit is laughable.

 

Ann's face contorts to a creepy smile.

 

Ann: Are you familiar with the story "The Masque of the Red Death", Doctor? How the Prince took precautions to protect and barricade himself and his higher clients against the plague while the rest of the world died outside? How he and his friends dressed up in fancy masks and danced and danced in all of his different colored rooms, and how the red room's clock was the only thing that stopped the party? And how the people inside were ultimately unable to prevent their own sweeping destruction?  

 

 

The clock and bells of e nomine "Mitternacht" begin to play slowly as Ann's voice gets deeper.

 

Ann: Well you may be the Plague Doctor but we are the Plague. You may wear the Masque but we are the Red Death. Your clock is ticking, Doctor, and in two weeks' time, on the eve of Spring Sting, your clock will strike-

 

The song answers for her, "MITTERNACHT!" The music plays briefly as Ann laughs maniacally and we go to Commercial.

 

Colin (VO): We are now only 15 Days Away from Spring Sting in historic Fenway Park, Boston, Massachusetts, and it promises to be a barnburner. We'll have Balor Wolfe taking on Spearhead Sarah Sharp in a hell in the cell match for the Mania Title! Ace Anarchy will be facing Kyu Ketsu in an Inferno Match for the Inferno Title! JCM Ace puts his belt up against Blood Drawn in what may serve to culminate their ongoing feud...or escalate it.

 

Kendra (VO): That's right, Colin and for the first Spring Sting, it won't be the Spring Fling Rumble as that effectively has already happened. We know that there is something lined up for what's called a Honeycomb Match for the same prize of a guaranteed Mania Title Shot at Fallout 2025, and CN Starz will tell us more about that next week.

 

Arvin (VO): All of this brought to you by MAWL Madness 2 for all last-gen and current-gen systems as well as PC, which will be coming out in May, and you know it'll be a great game because Kendra and I do commentary with Colin in it. 

 

 

Colin (VO): There are still a minimal amount of tickets left so get them before they make like Bianca Diaz and sell out!

 

 

Kendra: That's cold, Colin.

 

 

Colin: She had it coming.

 

 

Arvin: You can't shade the woman for making money moves, Colin.

 

Colin: Sure you can. You can do anything you set your mind to.

 

 

Loud-repeating booms fills the arena with big letter ‘D’ showing up in the titantron before it changes to ‘Daniel’ as the soundtrack Waiting - Not Forgotten played through the PA.

Daniel walks slowly in his long coat through the ramp down to the ring.

 

 

 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.

 

Kendra: Daniel is in the ring, but his match is in flux! Moon was brutalized backstage, and it's unclear if Gozu is going to be coming out or if he's been sent away for his attack.

 

 

CN Starz walks in with the most condescending and fake sympathy look one has ever seen, pursed lips and all.

 

 

CN: Oh dear, dear, Daniel, you've had the hardest day, haven't you? You're being following around by a haunted piece of cloth and now you don't even know who you're going to fight. One day they'll make a Lifetime original movie of your struggle.

 

Colin: Oh just dripping with disingenuousness. 

 

Arvin: How dare you, Colin?

 

CN: In the meantime, Leila Blake and I have talked it over, and we've agreed to add one more person to the Asylum Title and make it a Bloodstar Match.

 

Kendra: She must really want that belt off Faith.

 

CN: Now, I'm not going to just give you this opportunity. You're obviously going to have to fight for it, so your match is now a What Four Match! Only way to win is to knock out. 

 

Kendra: So is one of those four Gozu or is this three new bodies? What exactly is going on here? 

 

Colin: I bet the Mask is one of the competitors.

 

WHAT FOUR MATCH

DANIEL VS ? VS ? VS ?

 

Ash: The following contest is a What Four Match! Your opponents will be eliminated if they are knocked out! No submission, no pinfall, no disqualification! Already in the ring, from Moultree County, weighing 284 pounds, DANIEL!

 

 

The lights turn into a sort of a red lighthouse effect over smoke and fog. Tragedeigh comes out, her hands extended and held upwards to reflect a sort of Messianic energy.

 

 

Ash: From Edina, Minnesota, representing La Sangre Maldita, the Red Queen, Tragedeigh!

 

Tragedeigh looks back and claps curtly, and two hooded men in dark robes on each side of her pick her up and carry her to the ring, lifting her in.

 

Colin: This is a far, far cry from the Tragedeigh we met back in the W2, who was there for the fans. This is what Broadway Bloom wanted her to be. 

 

 

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.  

 

 

Ash: From parts unknown, weighing 320 pounds, Gozu!

 

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.

 

Kendra: And who's the fourth person?

 

Arvin: I'm sure it's going to be amazing.

 

Colin: I'm sure they probably have a deal worked out with CN Starz.

 

Arvin: Oh don't be such a conspiracy theorist, Colin.

 

 

AM Brooks gives a hug to CN Starz as she walks down the stage.

 

 

Ash: From Jersey City, New Jersey, the Silver Spider, A.M. Brooks! 

 

AM rolls her eyes at the fans as she walks in.

 

Colin: That's AJ Lee. We know that's AJ Lee, right?

 

The bell rings.

 

Kendra: And Brooks, as Lee is going by here, starts with a cheap shot to Daniel already. Daniel not looking to bother with Brooks right now, locks up Gozu and lifting him upside and way up...here comes Tragedeigh now and DOUBLE TEAM TOMBSTONE! That's just devastating. Daniel stomps Gozu while Tragedeigh with a spinning suplex on Brooks.

 

Colin: If Brooks wins and she is aligned with Starz, and Tamara Rivers is aligned with Starz...only one of them can win. 

 

Kendra: I get the sense that Tamara was thrown a bone and Lee is the primetime player.

 

Arvin: I think Starz is thinking ahead. Tamara makes a good plan B. 

 

Colin: Tragedeigh keeping the pressure on Brooks with an elbow drop and Daniel charging Gozu, GOZU CATCHES HIM INTO A KYUOKI DRIVER! Gozu lifting Daniel up, AM Brooks up to the top and Hurricanrana out of the ring! Daniel grabs a chair, Brooks diving for him and he meets her with the chair to the face!

 

Kendra: Turn around Gozu...OH Tragedeigh with the leg lariat to the big man! AM on the apron and Springboard...Sunset Flip Powerbomb to Gozu! I don't know how she pulled it off, probably a velocity thing, but that was intense. Daniel steps into the ring and Tragedeigh greets him with a jab. Daniel snaps his head back and it almost seems like Gozu had a realization that somehow Tragedeigh has avoided pain...Daniel lifting Tragedeigh up and Gozu joining him, Double Chokeslam Toss and right through the Spanish Announcers' Table! 

 

Spanish Announcer: AyyyyyAHHHHH HOOHOOHOO!

 

Arvin: Brooks trying to grapple Gozu from behind, Gozu makes a full steam backwards charge and drives Brooks into the turnbuckles! Tragedeigh gets herself up, up on the apron, Daniel tries to grapple her in and gets the Gold and Red Mist for his troubles. Brooks taking advantage of the mist with a tornado DDT to Daniel! That's how you read the room!

 

Colin: Tragedeigh rams Gozu into the turnbuckle, neckbreaker! Turn around Trag, AM and Daniel working together...double kick to the midsection, double DDT, it's Double Trouble Yessiree! Gozu out of the corner and SHINING WIZAAARD to Brooks! Tragedeigh rakes the eyes of Daniel, really feeling the face attacks.

 

Kendra: Daniel trying to recover his eyes and walks RIGHT into Kyouki Driver from Gozu! Gold-red mist to Brooks and Trag lands the face punch to follow up. Red Queen out of the ring, digging under the apron and she finds a scepter! This is going to hurt...Springboard Tomahawk with the Scepter to Gozu!

 

Arvin: He's been knighted by the Queen!

 

Colin: Daniel finally getting some of his sight back and catches Brooks out with a boot. AM Brooks locking in the Black Widow on Gozu!! Daniel taking the scepter from Tragedeigh and runs it right into the stomach of Gozu! The alliances this match have definitely been impactful.

 

Kendra: Gozu trying to get out of the hold, but Brooks takes her free hand and brutal chop to the throat, she tightens the hold! This is a good way to get someone to be considered passed out for sure. Daniel with a quick punch to Tragedeigh. 

 

Colin: Gozu fighting back, finally breaking free and he whips Brooks at Daniel, knocking him off his feet a little...SHINING WIIIIZARD TO Tragedeigh! Gozu whips Tragedeigh off the ropes and THAT was a bad idea, she comes back with the Overture!!

 

Arvin: Brooks raking the eyes now of Daniel, but look out, Tragedeigh hits Brooks with an Overture and Daniel follows that up with a Demon Slayer! Upside down Bear Hug and now Brooks gets the sensation of being made to pass out. Brooks trying to fight back, starting to punch Daniel...Daniel launches her at Tragedeigh and Brooks hits a flipping neckbreaker! Daniel turns around to quick lariat Gozu!

 

Colin: Oh, Brooks done pissed off Tragedeigh now...a fresh coat of the mist and Tragedeigh gorilla presses Brooks right out of the ring! She got some air on her, and Brooks hits the barricade. The Red Queen quick punch to Gozu, DANIEL SUICIDE DIVE TO BROOKS!! I think the barricade just got wrecked!

 

Arvin: The Queen goes up to the turnbuckle...she's Defying Gravity and Gozu is gonna pay for it! Wicked finisher by the Red Queen! Gozu is looking pretty beat up. Brooks with a jumping leg lariat from the barricade taking Daniel down. Wait what does she have...a Tazer! How?!

 

Kendra: I'm not sure but she's definitely setting Daniel alight with it. Tragedeigh meanwhile stomping Gozu. You gotta admire the tenacity of these fighters, they keep getting back up.

 

Colin: Tragedeigh gets her Scepter again, up to the Turnbuckle and Scepter Assisted Defying Gravity! Daniel gets free of the Tazer and Tragedeigh hammer throws Gozu out, Daniel catches him by the neck! Holding...holding....you can see Gozu passing out more and more with every second and Daniel drives him into the hard floor! Gozu is splayed! Andra is calling it for Gozu!

 

Gozu is eliminated by Tragedeigh and Daniel!

 

Arvin: Red Queen coming out to deal with Daniel and Brooks, oh they catch her into a powerbomb! Tragedeigh back to her feet and a chokehold STO to Daniel. AM tries to capitalize with a splash but Daniel gets the knee up. 

 

Kendra: Daniel with the toe kick to Brooks and you know what comes next, it's a Soul Impact! WHOA BROOKS KIPS UP AND HITS THEM BOTH WITH A DDT. Brooks gets Tragedeigh up and hits a GTS! Tragedeigh responds with a choke toss onto the steel steps! Brooks trying to get up...Tragedeigh with a running stomp back onto the steps! Daniel and Tragedeigh with stereo kicks to the side of the interloper.

 

Arvin: Interloper? She was brought in by the GM, Kendra! Daniel goes for the stomp again, and you can see how wily she is, she moves and Daniel's foot crashing into the steps, and now she's got him wrapped in the Black Widow! A throat jab and she tightens the hold! 

 

Colin: Tragedeigh BRAINS her with the Chair!! Tragedeigh places the chair around her neck...going up now to the apron and axe handles Brooks into the ground! Brooks is hurt but able to get the chair off her neck and tosses it to Daniel...Van Daminator! It took it out of both of them, but Daniel is truly woozy. Tragedeigh with the knee drop to Daniel.

 

Kendra: And the women both stomping Daniel out!

 

Arvin: Yes! Get him! That's how it's done! WHOA! Tragedeigh with a Russian Legs Sweep to Brooks! She puts the chair on Brooks's face, and up to the apron...LEG DROP! WHA..DANIEL UP AND BIG BANG LARIAT TO TRAGEDEIGH! Daniel is still in this thing somehow!

 

Colin: Tragedeigh looks like she wants to finish Brooks off first and a running leg drop to the chair! Brooks is sputtering! Tragedeigh drags Brooks over to the steps and curb stomp! Andra is calling it for Brooks!

 

AM Brooks is eliminated by Tragedeigh!

 

Kendra: Daniel going for the Big Bang again and Tragedeigh catches him with the chair! Putting the chair around Daniel's neck, setting him up...CURTAIN CALL! THIS HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL AND ANDRA IS CALLING FOR THE FINAL BELL!

 

Daniel is eliminated by Tragedeigh, making her the winner!

 

 

Ash: Here is your winner, the Red Queen, TRAGEDEIGH!

 

Tragedeigh grabs a mic.

 

Tragedeigh: Bow down, ALL OF YOU, to your Queen and the Future Asylum Champion.

 

Tragedeigh lets out a haughty laugh then spikes the microphone on Daniel, before unfolding the chair and sitting on it. Tragedeigh snaps her fingers and the four cloaked goons lift her up in the chair, as she is carried out with her nose high in the air.

 

Colin: Well, that was a whole lot of chaos and a whole lot of destruction.

 

Arvin: Tragedeigh is in her darkest timeline and she's relishing every minute of it.

 

Kendra: We still have two matches to go, our Three Stages of Death Match and before that our Trios Title Match between The Daedalus Effect and Kruel.

 

Colin: Kruel just inserted themselves into this conversation, jumping the line from the rightful tandem of Animalities and Victor Kingston.

 

Arvin: Well when you are icons of this status in the wrestling world, you have a right to call your shot. 

 

TRIOS TITLE MATCH

THE DAEDALUS EFFECT VS KRUEL

 

Ash: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Trios Titles!

 

 

Kelly, Kylie, and Krissy Kruel come out in matching shades and glittery leather jackets, walking down the ramp like the most stereotypical mean girls. 

 

 

Ash: First the challengers! The team of Krissy, Kylie, and Kelly...they are KRUEL!

 

Fall Out Boy - THE PHOENIX (Animated Lyric Video)

 

📢 [Arena Lights Cut to Black – A Pulsing Beat Echoes Through the Silence]
🎵 "Put on your war paint!"
💥 (SYNC MOMENT: A massive burst of pyro ignites from the stage, illuminating the haze of smoke left in its wake.)

🔥 (Three silhouettes emerge, backlit by chaotic red, purple, and blue strobes—The Daedalus Effect has arrived, representing Radio Silence.)

 

 

💜 (At the center, Zagreus stands with his dark purple Venetian-style mask catching the flickering lights. His stance is casual, head tilted slightly, as if studying the battlefield before him.)

❤️ (To his right, Johnny remains still, arms crossed, his black half-mask glowing with neon red circuitry. His presence is composed, exuding an intensity that speaks of silent danger.)

💙 (On the left, V bounces lightly on his feet, his futuristic black visor reflecting the strobes. His body hums with energy, barely contained as he eagerly anticipates the chaos ahead.)

📢 Ring Announcer:
"At a combined weight of 650 pounds… representing RADIO SILENCE… ZAGREUS, JOHNNY, and V!! This is THE DAEDALUS EFFECT!!"

🎵 "We are the jack-o-lanterns in July—setting fire to the sky!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As the beat kicks in, all three explode into motion, striding toward the ring with effortless, synchronized confidence.)

💜 Zagreus moves with an almost regal arrogance, his smirk ever-present as he surveys the crowd.
❤️ Johnny’s pace remains steady and methodical, rolling his shoulders as his eyes lock onto the ring.
💙 V is electric, playing to the crowd, throwing nods and raised arms their way as they rally behind him.

🎵 "So we can take the world back from a heart attack—one maniac at a time!"
🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: Nearing the ring, Johnny and Zagreus vault onto the apron simultaneously, gripping the top rope with calculated precision.)
💙 (V sprints ahead, diving under the bottom rope in one fluid motion, popping up instantly—arms outstretched in an open challenge to their opponents.)

🎵 "So dance alone to the beat of your heart!"
💜 (SYNC MOMENT: Zagreus effortlessly front-flips over the top rope, landing gracefully before pacing the ring with a cocky smirk.)
❤️ (Johnny follows suit, stepping between the ropes at his own pace, adjusting his wrist tape as he lets the moment sink in.)

🔥 (SYNC MOMENT: As the final chorus soars, Zagreus and Johnny break off to opposite corners, each climbing up and throwing their arms out in a dominant pose.)
💙 (V, ever the showman, hits the ropes—rebounding into a handspring backflip, landing in the center of the ring on one knee, arms spread wide.)

🎵 "Put on your war paint!"
📢 (SYNC MOMENT: The music cuts. The lights snap to full brightness. The arena erupts—The Daedalus Effect stands tall, ready for war.)

💥 The match is about to begin.

Colin: "The bell rings, and here we go! It's The Daedalus Effect versus Kruel for the MAWL Trios Titles! And right out of the gate, Zagreus is wasting no time! He ducks under a wild swing from Kelly, rebounds off the ropes—Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors sends Kelly flying across the ring! Kelly scrambles to her feet, disoriented, but Zagreus is already on her—Dropkick to the knee drops her down!"

Kendra: "Zagreus is moving like he’s got Hermes himself whispering in his ear! He’s so quick, Kelly can’t even get a grip on him!"

Arvin: "Yeah, but let’s see how long he can keep this up before Kruel drags him into the deep water. You can’t run forever."

Colin: "Kelly rolls to her feet, frustration written all over her face, but Zagreus tags in Johnny! Johnny springboards—Springboard Dropkick takes Kelly down again! She’s scrambling to her corner, but Johnny cuts her off, dragging her back to their side of the ring. Quick tag to V! Here comes the speed!"

Kendra: "This is textbook Daedalus Effect! Keep the tags rolling, keep the pressure up, and don’t let Kruel breathe! They know once Kruel slows things down, it could be a whole different match."

Colin: "V scales the ropes—Springboard 450 Splash! He lands it perfectly! Hooks the leg—ONE! TWO—NO! Krissy dives in to break it up! But Johnny’s in now—Superkick to Krissy sends her through the ropes! She tumbles to the floor!"

Arvin: "They better watch their backs. Kruel plays dirty, and they don’t care about rules. The second the ref loses control, it’s over."

Colin: "Krissy’s down on the outside! Kelly’s back up—wild swing! V ducks—Spinning Heel Kick right to the jaw! Kelly stumbles into the ropes, dazed! V sees an opening—charges—Tope Con Hilo wipes out Kelly on the outside! Zagreus not to be outdone—Springboard Moonsault to the floor takes out Krissy! The crowd is on their feet!"

Kendra: "The Daedalus Effect is just running circles around Kruel! They can’t get a single move in!"

Arvin: "Yeah, yeah, but they better not get cocky! One mistake, and Kruel will capitalize."

Colin: "V rolls back into the ring, measuring Kelly—wait, Kylie’s up on the apron! The ref is distracted, telling her to get down! V turns—OH! Kylie rakes the eyes! V yells out, stumbling back, clutching at his face! The referee didn’t see it! Kelly seizes the moment—comes from behind—Lariat turns V inside out!"

Kendra: "Come on, ref! Open your eyes! That was blatant!"

Arvin: "That’s what happens when you’re too fast for your own good. Kruel just slammed the brakes on Daedalus Effect’s momentum! They knew they couldn’t outpace them, so they did what they do best—bend the rules!"

Colin: "And now, with V down, Kruel smells blood! The challengers are in trouble! Kelly, still shaking off the earlier offense, drags V up by his hair, a wicked grin on her face. The momentum has completely shifted!"

Colin: “And now Kelly is just taking her time, measuring V with stiff forearm shots to the jaw! Each one rocking him back! V tries to cover up, but Kelly grabs him by the wrist—short-arm Clothesline! She doesn’t even let him fall, yanks him back in—SECOND Clothesline! She’s ragdolling him now! A THIRD—NO! V ducks under—tries to run—but Kelly yanks him back by the hair and SLAMS him to the mat!”

Kendra: “V’s in real trouble here. He had all the momentum, but that one cheap shot flipped everything upside down.”

Arvin: “That’s what Kruel does best. They don’t care how flashy you are; they care about breaking you down piece by piece.”

Colin: “Kelly tags in Kylie, and now the striking specialist is in. V pushes up on his elbows, trying to shake the cobwebs, but Kylie just STOMPS down on his hand! V yells out, clutching his fingers—OH! A brutal Shoot Kick to the ribs follows up! And another! Kylie just teeing off on V’s midsection!”

Kendra: “They’re not just slowing him down, they’re taking away his speed by breaking him apart.”

Colin: “Kylie now pulling V into the center of the ring—oh no, she’s going for that Knee Bar! If she locks this in, it could be over!”

Kendra: “Come on, V, fight it!”

Colin: “V is desperately kicking at her hands, trying to stop the hold from being fully locked in! He’s squirming—reaches for the ropes—but Kylie yanks him back and wrenches on the leg! V is in agony!”

Arvin: “Smart wrestling. Take away the legs, and you take away his best weapon.”

Colin: “V’s shaking his head, trying to turn his body, trying to shift his weight! He kicks Kylie in the face once! Twice! A third time and she finally lets go! But before V can get too far, Krissy’s already tagged in—Sliding Forearm to the back of the head just as V was pushing up! The ref warns her, but she doesn’t care!”

Kendra: “Come on, ref! They’re just targeting him at this point!”

Colin: “Krissy is grinning as she drags V up, locking in a Waistlock—DEADLIFT German Suplex! She bridges!”

Referee: "One! Two!"

V kicks out!

Krissy: "EXCUSE ME?! That was three! Do you even know how to count?!"

Referee: "It was two!"

Krissy: "I will be speaking to your supervisor about this, sir!"

Arvin: “Here we go… Kruel acting like their family owns the whole company.”

Colin: “Krissy stalking V now, circling him like a shark. She yanks him up—Vertical Suplex—wait, she’s not dropping him—she’s walking over to the ropes—OH! Krissy just dumped V stomach-first across the top rope! V’s hanging there, gasping for air—AND KELLY JUST NAILS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT FROM THE APRON! V crumples to the mat!”

Kendra: “This is getting ridiculous! They’re treating him like a punching bag!”

Colin: “Krissy tags in Kelly again—Kruel’s keeping these tags fresh, making sure V never gets a chance to recover. Kelly steps in, grabs V’s leg, and just starts stomping away at the knee! She’s trying to take out his ability to fly!”

Arvin: “Textbook tactics. If V can’t run, he can’t win.”

Colin: “V is gasping, reaching for the ropes—but Kelly YANKS him up—Sidewalk Slam! And she keeps him hooked—LIFTS HIM UP AGAIN—SECOND Sidewalk Slam! She’s just punishing him now! And she’s not done—she deadlifts him up—THIRD SIDEWALK SLAM! Covers!”

Referee: "One! Two!"

V kicks out again!

Kelly: "Are you actually joking right now?! That was THREE! I HAVE EYES!"

Referee: "It was two!"

Kelly: "I will be having a WORD with management, you incompetent little—”

Kendra: “Oh my god, just wrestle!”

Colin: “Kelly sneers, dragging V to Kruel’s corner—this is bad. Quick tag to Kylie, who steps in with a sinister grin. She kneels over V—grabs his arms—TRAP ELBOW STRIKES TO THE HEAD! One after another! V’s head is just rocking back and forth! The ref is warning her, but Kylie finally lets up, standing over him, smirking.”

Arvin: “He might be out after that. Just pin him.”

Colin: “Kylie does just that! She hooks the leg!”

Referee: "One! Two!"

V kicks out!

Kylie: "Are you serious right now?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"

Referee: "It was two!"

Kylie: "Oh, oh, this is actually hilarious. I’ll have your job by the end of the night."

Kendra: “They’re worse than customers at a return desk.”

Colin: “Kylie yanks him up, pulling him into a front facelock—she’s looking for a DDT—NO! V spins out! Elbow to the gut! Another! A THIRD! Kylie stumbles back! V sees an opening—he turns—SPRINGBOARD ENZUIGIRI FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!”

Kendra: “This is his chance! He’s gotta tag out!”

Colin: “V is crawling, dragging himself toward his corner! Zagreus is reaching! Johnny is shouting for him! He’s almost there—NO! KRISSY YANKS ZAGREUS OFF THE APRON! HE CRASHES HARD ON THE FLOOR!”

Kendra: “Are you kidding me?! Not again!”

Colin: “Johnny tries to step in, but KELLY PULLS HIM DOWN TOO! V doesn’t realize it—he lunges—BUT NO ONE IS THERE! V’s hand hits the empty turnbuckle pad, and his face just drops!”

Arvin: “That’s gotta be soul-crushing. He thought he had salvation, but Kruel had this planned all along.”

Colin: “V turns, and Kylie is already there—JUMPING KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE! V COLLAPSES BACK TO THE MAT!”

Kendra: “This is bad. This is really bad.”

Colin: “The referee is trying to restore order, but Kruel has completely turned this into their type of fight. V is trapped, alone, and in deep, deep trouble!”

Colin: “Kylie drags V back to Kruel’s corner—this is getting dangerous. She tags in Krissy, who steps in with a smug look, already mocking the crowd. V’s barely moving—Krissy pulls him up—hooks the arms—BUTTERFLY SUPLEX! She holds on—ROLLS THROUGH—SECOND BUTTERFLY SUPLEX! SHE’S STILL NOT DONE—A THIRD—NO! V TWISTS MID-AIR—INSIDE CRADLE! V HAS HER PINNED!”

Referee: "ONE! TWO—"

Krissy kicks out!

Kendra: “OH! That was so close!”

Colin: “Krissy scrambles to her feet, eyes wide in shock—V is already moving—HE LEAPS—TAG TO JOHNNY!”

Arvin: “HERE COMES THE CHAOS!”

Colin: “Johnny SPRINGS over the top rope, taking Krissy down with a Slingblade! Kelly rushes in—RUNNING DROPKICK sends her flying into the corner! Kylie tries to cut him off—SUPERKICK to the jaw! Krissy stumbles back to her feet—JOHNNY WITH A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT, TAKING HER DOWN!”

Kendra: “This is exactly what The Edge Runners needed! Johnny’s fresh and he’s lighting up Kruel!”

Colin: “Krissy rolls to the apron, trying to escape—but Johnny isn’t letting her breathe! He charges—BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK SENDS HER CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!”

Arvin: “Kruel is scrambling now! Johnny’s flipped the script!”

Colin: “Kelly tries to blindside him from behind—Johnny ducks under—PELE KICK! Kelly collapses to a knee! Johnny sprints to the ropes—SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! KELLY IS OUT!”

Kendra: “He’s running wild!”

Colin: “Johnny pops to his feet, firing up the crowd—BUT LOOK AT KYLIE! SHE SNUCK IN A TAG! JOHNNY DOESN’T SEE IT!”

Arvin: “Oh no.”

Colin: “Johnny turns—Krissy stumbles right into him—HE LIFTS HER UP—LOOKING FOR A FIREMAN’S CARRY DRIVER—BUT KYLIE FROM BEHIND—LOW BLOW! THE REF DIDN’T SEE IT!”

Kendra: “Come on! AGAIN with this crap?!”

Colin: “Johnny crumbles to his knees—Kylie smirks, grabs him—SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Johnny is folded in half! She shouts to Krissy—Krissy grabs the ref’s attention while Kelly slides back in—AND STOMPS JOHNNY RIGHT IN THE FACE BEHIND THE REF’S BACK!”

Arvin: “This is how Kruel always plays it! They take the shortcuts, and damn it, they’re good at it!”

Colin: “Johnny was on fire, but Kruel just cut him off in the worst way possible! And now Johnny’s in a world of trouble…”

 

Colin: “Kylie drags Johnny to his feet, a cocky smirk on her face—she slaps him across the face, just taunting him now!”

Kendra: “Oh, she’s getting too comfortable. Johnny may be down, but he’s not out.”

Colin: “Kylie grabs him—SNAP DDT! She spikes Johnny right into the mat! She hooks the leg!”

Referee: "ONE! TWO—"

Johnny kicks out!

Kylie: “Are you KIDDING me?! Do you know who I am?! I’ll talk to your boss about this!”

Arvin: “Classic Kruel, always thinking they deserve special treatment.”

Colin: “Kylie stomps down on Johnny’s back—tags in Kelly—Kruel now working like a pack of wolves! Kelly measures him—HARD knee strike to the ribs! Johnny gasps for air, rolling in pain!”

Kendra: “They’re isolating him, keeping him from Zagreus. Smart, but Johnny’s not gonna stay down forever.”

Colin: “Kelly yanks him up—Irish whip—Johnny rebounds—KELLY GOES FOR A LARIAT—NO! JOHNNY DUCKS! SPRINGBOARD OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE—TORNADO DDT! HE SPIKES HER!”

Arvin: “That’s what he needed! He has to make the tag now!”

Colin: “Johnny crawls—Kelly is dazed—he’s reaching—ZAGREUS IS WAITING—”

TAG TO ZAGREUS!

Kendra: “HERE WE GO!”

Colin: “Zagreus EXPLODES into the ring! Krissy rushes in—DROPKICK sends her flying back into the turnbuckle! Kylie charges—Zagreus ducks—LEAPS UP—POISONRANA! KYLIE FLIPS INSIDE OUT!”

Arvin: “He’s got that Hermes speed again!”

Colin: “Kelly is up—BIG ENZUIGIRI rocks her! Krissy tries to blindside him—Zagreus ducks—PELE KICK! KRISSY STUMBLES BACK—ZAGREUS WITH A RUNNING DROPKICK SENDS HER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!”

Kendra: “Kruel is scrambling! They can’t keep up!”

Colin: “Kelly staggers up—Zagreus charges—SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT—CATCHES KELLY AND DRAGS HER OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH HIM! KELLY CRASHES TO THE FLOOR!”

Arvin: “Kruel is getting wrecked right now!”

Colin: “Kylie is the last one left inside—she’s trying to get her footing—BUT JOHNNY AND V ARE RIGHT THERE! DOUBLE DROPKICK SENDS KYLIE TUMBLING OUTSIDE! ALL THREE MEMBERS OF KRUEL ARE ON THE FLOOR!”

Kendra: “The crowd knows what’s coming!”

Colin: “Zagreus looks to Johnny—Johnny looks to V—they nod—OH MY GOD—HERE THEY GO!”

🚀 ZAGREUS OVER THE TOP WITH A TOPE CON HILO!
🚀 JOHNNY SPRINGBOARDS—CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!
🚀 V HITS A SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

🔥 THE DAEDALUS EFFECT TAKES OUT ALL OF KRUEL AT THE SAME TIME! THE CROWD IS GOING INSANE! 🔥

Kendra: “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! WHAT A SIGHT!”

Arvin: “THAT’S why they’re the champions! That’s why they’re The Daedalus Effect!”

Colin: “The champions are standing tall, the challengers are wrecked on the outside, and this match is FAR from over!”

Colin: “Kruel is down on the outside, but Zagreus isn’t done yet! He grabs Krissy and rolls her back into the ring—what’s he planning?”

Kendra: “Something big, no doubt! Zagreus is always two steps ahead.”

Colin: “Wait a minute—Zagreus just grabbed a steel chair! He’s not using it—he’s just holding it up! The referee IMMEDIATELY gets in his face, telling him to drop it!”

Arvin: “WHAT IS HE DOING?! That’s a blatant disqualification waiting to happen!”

Kendra: “You think Zagreus doesn’t know that? This is a setup, Arvin.”

Colin: “And look at Johnny and V! The Edge Runners are in the ring! Krissy is still dazed—JOHNNY HOISTS HER UP—POWER SLAM POSITION—”

🚀 V IS UP TOP!

🔥 JACKED IN CUTTING CORDS!!! 🔥

Colin: “OH MY GOD! THEY JUST WRECKED KRISSY WITH THAT DEVASTATING COMBO!”

Kendra: “THE REF DIDN’T SEE A THING!”

Arvin: “This is a TRAVESTY! What kind of champions are these?!”

Colin: “Johnny and V aren’t done—THEY TAKE OFF! SUICIDE DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE! THEY CRASH INTO KYLIE AND KELLY, WIPING OUT THE REST OF KRUEL!”

Kendra: “They just cleaned house! The challengers are OUT!”

Colin: “ZAGREUS IS BACK IN! KRISSY HAS NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS—”

🔥 BLESSING OF PERSEPHONE! 🔥

Colin: “SPRINGBOARD FLATLINER! HE DRILLED HER INTO THE MAT! HERE’S THE COVER!”

Referee: "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

🔔 THE BELL RINGS! THE CROWD ERUPTS! 🔔

🎶 TDE’s music hits – "The Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy! 🎶

Ring Announcer: “The winners of this match… annnnnnd STILL MAWL TRIOS CHAMPIONS! REPRESENTING RADIO SILENCE… JOHNNY! V! ZAGREUS! THE DAEDALUS EFFECT!”

 

 

🔥 The champions stand tall, holding their titles high as the crowd roars! 🔥

Arvin: “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! That was blatant cheating! What kind of example does this set?!”

Kendra: “Oh, cry me a river! Turnabout is fair play, Arvin! Kruel’s been cheating the entire match—TDE just played the game better!”

Colin: “Like it or not, The Daedalus Effect has retained! They outsmarted Kruel, and they are STILL your MAWL Trios Champions!”

Meanwhile, Kruel is FURIOUS!

• Kylie and Kelly are screaming at the referee.
• Krissy is still recovering, clutching her head.
• The ref is DONE with them and storms up the ramp, ignoring their protests.

Colin: “Kruel is losing their minds, but the ref isn’t hearing it—this match is OVER! The Daedalus Effect retains, and we got one more fight to go tonight, I don't know if this can be topped but it's certainly a hell of a match to come!"

Kendra: "It's going to take three stages of death to top that...but...that is what we have!"

 

 

The MAWL arena plunges into darkness. The hum of the crowd swells, a mix of excitement and unease rippling through the air. A moment of silence lingers, the tension thick enough to choke on. The first haunting strums of the guitar pierce the air.

 

"I can hear what you're thinking, all your doubts and fears…"

 

A spotlight flickers, casting a ghostly glow over the entrance ramp—revealing the path that awaits the Ancient One.

 

The camera pans upward, revealing a massive bulldozer perched at the top of the stage, its blade poised above an open grave, waiting. The dirt mound beside it looms like an omen, a whisper of finality for whoever is unlucky enough to be buried beneath it.

 

The crowd murmurs, unsettled.

 

And then… he appears.

 

A thick mist slithers around the stage, curling at the base of the bulldozer’s treads. The silhouette of Aztec steps forward, his golden-accented black robe billowing in the artificial wind.

 

 

Colin McRae: "Oh-ho-ho… look at this. Look at this insanity, Kendra! If the devil himself wrote a sonnet about death, it would look like this damn entrance!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Aztec walks past his own grave—mocking it. This man doesn’t fear the Three Stages of Death, Colin… He’s LIVED them."

 

The crowd explodes as Aztec stops before the bulldozer, staring down into the grave.

 

He tilts his head—considering it. Then—he snickers. A sharp, mocking chuckle that cuts through the eerie silence like a blade.

 

"And in time, all things shall pass away…"

 

With deliberate slowness, Aztec steps past the grave. His march continues down the ramp.

 

Waiting at the midway point is a hearse, its black paint polished to a shine, the back doors slightly ajar, an open invitation to the afterlife. The engine rumbles softly, a sinister purr beneath the song’s chilling melody.

 

Aztec pauses again, placing a hand on the glass of the coffin-lined interior. For a brief moment, he stares into his own reflection. Then, with a mocking shake of his head, he taps the glass twice, as if declining the ride.

 

Colin McRae: "That is a BAD man, Arvin! You know what normal people do? They RUN when they see something like this! But Aztec? He LAUGHS at it!"

 

Arvin Wallace-Jones: "You don’t kill what’s already been dead, Colin. Aztec has been buried before, and look where he is now—still standing."

 

"You can outrun the devil if you try, but you'll never outrun the hands of time…"

 

The crowd erupts, sensing the defiance in every step. Aztec is not merely entering the battlefield—he is laughing in Death’s face. At the bottom of the ramp, the final stage awaits.

 

A casket, it's lid slightly open. Aztec takes his time, running his fingers along the edge of the casket. He grips the lid—then violently SLAMS it shut. The arena shakes with the crowd’s roar.

 

Aztec slowly turns, locking eyes with the hard camera. His presence is a walking middle finger to fate itself.

 

"And in time, your time will be no more…"

 

Finally, he ascends the ring steps, his robe flowing behind him like a monarch arriving for his own execution.

 

The lights flicker, shadows dancing across his scarred body. And then, the ring announcer steps forward, microphone raised.

 

Ash: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a THREE STAGES OF DEATH MATCH! Introducing first…"

 

A beat—allowing the atmosphere to settle.

 

"Weighing in at 180 pounds… Standing 5 feet, 11 inches tall… From Parts Unknown… He is The Ancient One… The Man of 1,000 Deaths… AZTEEEEEEEC!!"

 

As the final words of the song echo, Aztec lifts his arms skyward—Mocking the heavens. Mocking death. Mocking every force that has ever tried to erase him.

 

The flames behind him ERUPT in a final burst, the lights flashing violently before plunging into darkness.

 

For a brief moment, the arena is silent.

 

Then—when the lights return—Aztec stands in the center of the ring. Unmoved. A ghost that refuses to die. A man who mocks the grave itself. A warrior who has already been buried once before… and yet here he stands.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This match hasn’t even started, and Aztec has already won something tonight, Colin—he has won the mind games."

 

Colin McRae: "If Death wants him, Kendra, Death is gonna have to work for it."

 

The crowd is electric. The lights in the MAWL arena flicker… then die completely.

 

A chilling silence washes over the crowd, a moment of unnatural stillness, before the sound of a deep, guttural choir swells through the speakers.

 

A low heartbeat-like drum begins to pound, each strike reverberating through the arena like the march of death itself.

 

Then—a bell tolls.

 

The stage is bathed in an eerie, blood-red glow, revealing a grand, throne-like structure draped in dark, tattered banners. Smoke slithers across the ground, curling around the feet of the figures who now stand at the top of the ramp, shrouded in an unnerving, menacing stillness.

 

 

At the center, draped in regal yet crimson-stained attire, stands The Red Queen, Tragedeigh—her piercing eyes fixed upon the ring as if casting judgment upon the damned. Her dark veil partially obscures her face, but the eerie glow from the lights makes her presence all the more terrifying.

 

In her gloved hands, she holds a blood-red hourglass, its sand slowly draining—a symbol that time has run out.

 

To her right, like a warrior forged from nightmares, stands Mal Sangre. His crimson and black attire reflects the flickering firelight, his muscular frame unmoving, like a living monolith of violence. His breathing is slow, deliberate, controlled. His knuckles crack, signaling impending destruction.

 

And to her left, wrapped in darkness itself, stands Sombras.

 

He is barely visible, his presence more of a shadow than flesh, his face hidden behind his dark, twisted mask. Only the occasional gleam of his cold, unforgiving eyes can be seen beneath the hood that veils his features.

 

The living embodiment of a curse.

 

Standing at the front of them all, smiling, is Ralph "El Orador" Silva—the silver-tongued devil himself. He wears a sharp, dark suit, his microphone already raised, ready to speak words that will sink into the very souls of those who dare defy them. At this, Arvin takes off scared.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This… this is pure dread, Colin. Look at this scene—look at what Sombras, Mal Sangre, and The Red Queen have created here. This is not an entrance; this is an execution march."

 

Colin McRae: "Kendra, I have covered some of the most terrifying figures in wrestling, but this…? This is something else. This is a curse taking physical form. And just LOOK at Sombras! He’s barely even human!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Aztec already fought his way out of one grave, Colin, but I don’t think these people plan on letting him walk away again."

 

Ralph Silva raises the microphone, his voice smooth, but heavy with dark promise.

 

Ralph Silva: "MAWL… behold the reckoning. Behold the bloodline that refuses to be erased. Behold…"

 

He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.

 

"…LA SANGRE MALDITA!"

 

The arena shudders as the music swells violently, the red glow intensifying, turning the stage into a vision of the underworld itself.

 

Then—the air shifts.

 

Sombras suddenly throws his arms into the air, and with a violent exhale, he releases a massive plume of red mist, which explodes into the sky like a blood-soaked omen.

 

The mist lingers in the air, then begins to fall back down—raining over the entrance stage like a baptism in suffering.

 

The camera zooms in on Tragedeigh, who slowly flips the hourglass, its crimson sand now trickling toward its end.

 

The moment the last grain of sand drops—Sombras moves.

 

Like a phantom, he glides forward, his movements unnatural, unsettling, his very presence sending a chill down the spines of those watching.

 

Mal Sangre marches beside him, his heavy boots slamming into the ramp, the sound echoing with every monstrous step. Ralph walks with purpose, arms open as if welcoming the destruction to come.

 

Tragedeigh follows behind, her dark veil trailing like a funeral shroud, a queen leading her warriors into battle.

 

The camera shifts, capturing them as they pass the Three Stages of Death—each step a deliberate declaration of their inevitable victory.

 

The open grave looms to their left, the bulldozer poised and ready—Sombras barely acknowledges it, as if it is nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

 

The hearse waits further down the ramp, its doors slightly ajar—a ride to the underworld. Mal Sangre stops just for a moment, dragging his fingers across the blackened steel, then continues forward.

 

The casket stands just before the ring, a symbol of impending fate. Tragedeigh runs her hand along the top, her nails scraping against the wood like a siren beckoning the inevitable.

 

Colin McRae: "They are just walking PAST the things that are supposed to terrify normal people, Bianca! Like they BELONG there!"

 

Kendra Mavis: "Because they do, Colin. To them, this is home."

 

As they approach the ring, Sombras slowly lifts his head, his glowing eyes burning beneath the shadow of his hood.

 

Then—without warning—he spews another plume of blood-red mist into the sky, and this time, it drifts downward onto the ring like a storm of crimson.

 

The group enters the ring, but Ralph halts Sombras just before he fully steps in.

 

With a grin, Ralph steps between him and the hard camera, tilting his microphone up.

 

Ralph Silva: "Aztec… tonight, the past finally swallows you whole. You fought fate once before. But tonight? Tonight… you finally run out of time."

 

As the words echo, Tragedeigh lifts her arms, staring into the lights as if receiving a divine prophecy of doom. Mal Sangre cracks his knuckles again, his grin widening.

 

And then, Sombras finally enters the ring, standing across from Aztec. They lock eyes.

 

The camera zooms in, capturing the stillness between them.

 

Aztec does not flinch.

Sombras does not blink.

 

Ash:

"Ladies and gentlemen… introducing his opponent… from The Ancient Bloodline of Forgotten Kings…"

 

"Weighing in at 195 pounds… standing 5 feet, 11 inches tall… he is the embodiment of the cursed bloodline… the Nightmare from the Shadows…"

 

"SOMBRAAAAAS!!"

 

Bianca Díaz: "This is no longer about victory, Colin… this is about survival."

 

Colin McRae: "And for one of these men, survival may NOT be an option."

 

The bell tolls, and the MAWL arena is swallowed by pure chaos.

 

Aztec lunges at Sombras the moment the match begins, delivering a rapid-fire barrage of stiff forearms and brutal kicks, each strike landing like a thunderclap in the silent, eerie atmosphere. Sombras evades with ghostly precision, ducking and weaving between Aztec’s blows, moving like a shadow slipping through cracks in the light.

 

CRACK!

 

A vicious knee to the ribs halts Sombras’ momentum, forcing him into the ropes. Aztec doesn’t hesitate. He whips Sombras across the ring and catches him on the rebound—

 

A snapping spinebuster rattles the mat beneath them.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Aztec is coming in with pure fury, Colin! He knows what’s at stake, and he’s not waiting for Sombras to slither into his mind!"

 

Colin McRae: "Listen, Kendra—when you’re in a match called ‘Three Stages of Death,’ there’s no time for lock-ups, no feeling-out process—there’s just PAIN. And right now, Aztec is giving Sombras a full prescription!"

 

The casket sits ominously at ringside, Ralph holding its lid open, waiting…

 

Aztec grabs Sombras by the mask, yanking him upright and dragging him toward the coffin. He moves with purpose, every step fueled by his unyielding will to survive.

 

But just as he’s about to force Sombras inside—

 

MAL SANGRE BLINDSIDES AZTEC WITH A LARIAT FROM HELL!

 

Aztec’s body nearly folds in half, flipping through the air before crashing against the mat. The crowd erupts in deafening boos as Mal Sangre stands over the fallen warrior, his face twisted into a sadistic grin.

 

Ralph Silva chuckles, his voice dripping with amusement as he taunts the downed Aztec.

 

Ralph Silva:

"Oh, Aztec! Did you really think you could dance with death alone?"

 

Aztec, groggy but defiant, rolls onto his hands and knees—just in time to see Mal Sangre charging again.

 

But Aztec sidesteps!

 

CRACK!

 

Mal Sangre crashes shoulder-first into the steel ring post! The impact is so violent that the post rattles, a sickening thud echoing through the arena.

 

The crowd explodes!

 

Aztec wipes the blood from his lip, eyes locked back onto Sombras, who stirs against the ropes.

 

Sombras leaps onto the second rope, springboarding into the air—

 

BUT AZTEC CATCHES HIM MID-FLIGHT!

 

With unnatural strength, Aztec transitions Sombras into powerbomb position and—

 

DRIVES HIM BACK-FIRST INTO THE EDGE OF THE RING APRON!

 

The fans lose their minds.

 

Kendra Mavis: "POWERBOMB ON THE APRON! The hardest part of the ring, Colin—SOMBRAS’ SPINE JUST SHATTERED!"

 

Colin McRae: "And Aztec isn’t just looking to win, Kendra—he’s looking to make a statement to EVERYONE. You mess with the Ancient One, you get BURIED!"

 

Aztec snarls, dragging Sombras toward the casket once more.

 

He lifts him up, preparing to slam him inside and seal the first stage of this war.

 

But just as he’s about to shut the lid—Sombras spews a second mist, BLINDING AZTEC! Aztec staggers back, clawing at his face, his vision reduced to a haze of crimson.

 

Sombras capitalizes instantly. He leaps onto the casket, rebounds off the barricade, and—A double foot stomp to the back of Aztec’s head! Aztec collapses to the floor, gasping for air.

 

Kendra Mavis: "That blood mist is like getting your eyes burned from the inside, Colin! Aztec is completely vulnerable now!"

 

Colin McRae: "AND LOOK AT SOMBRAS! The way he moves—it’s like he doesn’t even wrestle on instinct! It’s like something is guiding him, something ELSE!"

 

Mal Sangre, having recovered, looms over Aztec, grabbing him by the mask.

 

The two men—The Cursed Bloodline—haul Aztec up, positioning him near the open casket.

 

This is it. They prepare to dump him in. But— AZTEC EXPLODES BACK TO LIFE!

 

Kendra Mavis: "AZTEC’S NOT DONE YET!"

 

Colin McRae: "SOMEBODY CALL THE REAPER—HE JUST LOST HIS GRIP ON AZTEC!"

 

With a feral roar, Aztec elbows Sombras in the throat, spins, and— Mal Sangre goes flying into the steel steps with a brutal back body drop!

 

The arena shakes with the impact!

 

Tragedeigh watches from ringside, her expression cold, calculating, unmoved. 

 

Aztec, bloodied, blinded, but unbroken, stalks Sombras once more.

 

He catches Sombras’ next kick, twists his leg, and sends him HEADFIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!

 

The crowd erupts!

 

Aztec grabs Sombras’ limp body. He lifts him—preparing to finally end the first stage. But then—

 

The Red Queen slithers into the ring unnoticed and delivers a brutal low blow from behind!

 

The impact sends a sickening hush through the crowd as Aztec drops to his knees, eyes wide in shock.

 

The camera zooms in on Tragedeigh’s eerie smirk, her gloved fingers lingering on Aztec’s shoulder before she slowly tilts his chin up to meet her gaze.

 

Tragedeigh:

"You mock Death… but Death always collects."

 

Aztec tries to reach for her, but his body betrays him, frozen in agony. Sombras and Mal Sangre descend upon him like vultures. With no mercy, they lift his weakened form and they dump him into the casket.

 

The lid closes with a definitive thud.

 

The bell rings.

 

Stage One: Won by Sombras.

 

But this war is far from over.

 

The hearse is waiting.

 

Kendra Mavis: "Aztec just got robbed! He was seconds away from victory, and Tragedeigh—she just shattered his momentum!"

 

Colin McRae: "This is the power of La Sangre Maldita, Kendra! They fight as one, they bleed as one, and THEY WILL BURY AS ONE!"

 

Aztec is locked inside the casket. The engine of the hearse rumbles to life. Stage Two is about to begin…

 

And Death is only getting started.

 

Sombras has won the first round, trapping Aztec inside the casket, but now, the stakes are even higher. The objective? Lock your opponent inside the hearse and drive them to the open grave.

 

The camera focuses on Ralph Silva, who is directing traffic at ringside, barking orders like a general in the midst of battle.

 

Ralph Silva: "Careful! Careful! You drop him, and I swear on my good suit, I will—"

 

Mal Sangre and Sombras struggle to lift the casket, hoisting it onto the stretcher leading to the hearse. Sombras, still feeling the effects of the fight, grips the casket tightly, adjusting his stance. The lid remains sealed shut, Aztec seemingly trapped inside.

 

Tragedeigh watches from a distance, silent and calculating, as if she already knows how this will play out.

 

 

 

MILO RIVERS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED!!!

 

Milo BURSTS out from the crowd, launching himself straight into Ralph Silva, fists flying like a man who's been waiting his entire life for this moment!

 

The arena EXPLODES as the scrawny, overly-enthusiastic "Stat-Man" lets loose years of pent-up rage!

 

Kendra Mavis: "OH MY GOD! MILO JUST TOOK OUT RALPH SILVA!"

 

Colin McRae: "SOMEBODY CHECK THE WEATHER—HELL JUST FROZE OVER! MILO RIVERS, OF ALL PEOPLE, JUST TOOK OUT ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS MEN IN MAWL!"

 

Milo tackles Ralph, swinging wildly, years of frustration fueling his every strike.

 

Mal Sangre’s eyes go wide as he turns to intervene—but in the chaos, the casket SLIPS FROM THEIR GRIP!

 

The casket crashes to the ground, the impact so hard that the lid FLIES OPEN—AND AZTEC COMES SPILLING OUT LIKE A DEMON UNLEASHED!

 

He lands in a crouch, his breath ragged, eyes burning with pure rage.

 

Mal Sangre freezes for a second—just a second.

 

That’s all Aztec needs.

 

Aztec blasts him with a brutal elbow to the jaw, sending Mal Sangre crashing into the steel steps!

 

Sombras barely has time to react before Aztec lunges, snatching him up with raw fury. He snatches Sombras by the back of the mask, shoving him towards the hearse!

 

Sombras tries to fight back, but Aztec swings the casket lid at him like a weapon, clocking him across the skull!

 

The masked phantom stumbles, dazed.

 

Aztec seizes his moment—

 

Aztec HURLS SOMBRAS INTO THE BACK OF THE HEARSE AND SLAMS THE DOORS SHUT!

 

Kendra Mavis: "HE DID IT! AZTEC LOCKED SOMBRAS IN THE HEARSE! BUT WAIT—WHERE THE HELL IS THE DRIVER?!"

 

Colin McRae: "Oh no. Oh no. This is either the best thing ever or the worst mistake in history…"

 

THE CAMERA CUTS TO MILO, NOW IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT.

 

Milo fumbles with the gears, looking way too excited for someone who should NOT be in control of the vehicle.

 

Milo Rivers:

"I GOT THIS! I WATCHED A VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!!"

 

The crowd collectively gasps as Milo FLOORS IT, sending the hearse barreling toward the burial site.

 

Kendra Mavis: "SOMEBODY STOP HIM! MILO, YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED TO DRIVE A HEARSE!"

 

Colin McRae: "I DON’T KNOW WHETHER TO BE CONCERNED OR IMPRESSED!"

 

Milo SLAMS the brakes just as the hearse reaches the massive dirt mound. The doors remain shut—Sombras is locked inside.

 

The ref throws his arms up—IT’S OVER.

 

STAGE TWO: WON BY AZTEC!

 

Aztec isn’t done yet.

 

Mal Sangre, still shaken from the attack, wipes the blood from his lip and locks eyes with Aztec.

 

A tense silence falls over the crowd.

 

They step toward each other, neither blinking, neither looking away.

 

Mal Sangre cracks his knuckles.

 

Aztec cracks his neck.

 

And just like that—

 

THEY START SWINGING!

 

Kendra Mavis: "OH, IT'S NOT OVER! AZTEC AND MAL SANGRE ARE TEARING INTO EACH OTHER!"

 

Colin McRae: "THIS IS NO LONGER A MATCH—THIS IS A WAR!"

 

With Sombras locked away, the battle now shifts to the final stage.

 

The bulldozer rumbles to life.

 

The open grave waits.

 

And as Aztec and Mal Sangre brawl under the flickering arena lights, one thing is clear—

 

Death is still waiting to claim its prize.

 

Stage Three: Buried Alive Match

 

The final stage of this war begins with absolute chaos.

 

Aztec and Mal Sangre are trading haymakers at the foot of the grave, their battle-worn bodies bruised, bloodied, and running on pure instinct. Their strikes are no longer just about victory—this is a fight for survival.

 

Each punch thrown is a declaration that neither man will be forgotten.

 

Kendra Mavis: "This isn’t a wrestling match anymore—this is an all-out war!"

 

Colin McRae: "They’ve been through hell tonight, and now they’re literally fighting over who gets to keep breathing!"

 

Nearby, Tragedeigh is feverishly clawing at the hearse doors, trying to free Sombras!

 

Her elegant demeanor is gone, replaced by frantic urgency as she struggles with the lock.

 

Tragedeigh: "You will NOT keep him from his destiny!"

 

Inside the hearse, Sombras is slamming his fists against the walls, desperate to escape.

 

But standing between them and freedom?

 

MILO.

 

Colin McRae: "Oh no. Milo. Sweet, misguided Milo."

 

Kendra Mavis: "He’s NOT backing down! He is literally standing between Tragedeigh and the hearse!"

 

Milo’s eyes burn with reckless determination.

 

For once, he’s not just the annoying fan, the statistic nerd, the punchline.

 

Tonight, Milo Rivers is FIGHTING.

 

Tragedeigh lunges at him—but Milo ducks!

 

SMACK!

 

Milo grabs a handful of dirt and HURLS it into her face!

 

Kendra Mavis: "DIRT TO THE FACE! DIRT TO THE FACE!"

 

Colin McRae: "IT’S NOT PRETTY, BUT IT’S EFFECTIVE!"

 

Tragedeigh staggers back, blinded!

 

Milo shoves his whole weight against the hearse doors, keeping them sealed.

 

Inside, Sombras roars in frustration.

 

Meanwhile, near the grave—

 

Aztec and Mal Sangre are STILL going at it.

 

Aztec drives a knee into Mal Sangre’s gut, but Mal Sangre grabs him and hoists him into the air!

 

BOOM!

 

A BRUTAL SPINEBUSTER INTO THE DIRT!

 

Aztec arches his back in pain, his body half-sunken into the loose soil.

 

Mal Sangre staggers to his feet, eyes locked on the bulldozer.

 

Colin McRae: "Oh no. Oh no, Mal Sangre’s looking at the bulldozer. That’s NOT good."

 

Kendra Mavis: "He wants to bury Aztec alive! He’s looking to END this!"

 

Mal Sangre stumbles toward the machine, climbing into the driver’s seat. The bulldozer rumbles to life. The crowd gasps. But just as Mal Sangre reaches for the controls—

 

AZTEC LATCHES ONTO HIS LEG, PULLING HIM OUT OF THE BULLDOZER!

 

Mal Sangre slams hard onto the dirt, coughing as Aztec mounts him and rains down hammer fists!

 

But Aztec is exhausted. Mal Sangre shoves him off and scrambles toward the mound, grabbing a handful of dirt. Aztec tries to pull himself up.

 

Mal Sangre throws the dirt—right into Aztec’s eyes!

 

Aztec falls back, momentarily blinded!

 

Kendra: "AZTEC CAN’T SEE! THIS COULD BE IT!"

 

Colin McRae: "HE’S RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF THE GRAVE!"

 

Mal Sangre pounces. He wraps his arms around Aztec’s waist, trying to hoist him into the grave.

 

Aztec fights, kicking wildly, trying to hook the dirt for leverage.

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But then—Mal Sangre’s face suddenly twists in shock. Because Aztec is LAUGHING.

 

Through the blood. Through the exhaustion. Through the pain.

 

Aztec lets out a chilling, mocking laugh.

 

And then—

 

Aztec snaps his head forward—A VICIOUS HEADBUTT STRAIGHT TO MAL SANGRE’S SKULL!

 

Mal Sangre staggers.

 

Aztec grabs him—

 

DDT INTO THE DIRT!

 

Mal Sangre is OUT.

 

Aztec pulls himself to his feet, dragging Mal Sangre’s lifeless body toward the open grave.

 

With one final, defiant effort—

 

AZTEC THROWS MAL SANGRE INTO THE HOLE!

 

The crowd erupts!

 

Kendra Mavis: "MAL SANGRE IS IN THE GRAVE! AZTEC JUST NEEDS TO BURY HIM!"

 

Colin McRae: "BUT HE’S OUT OF STRENGTH! HOW THE HELL IS HE GONNA FINISH THIS?!"

 

Aztec stumbles toward the bulldozer, hands shaking. He reaches out but stumbles backwards and falls into the grave—

 

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

 

THE BULLDOZER STARTS MOVING… BUT AZTEC’S NOT DRIVING.

 

THE CAMERA SWINGS TO REVEAL—

 

MILO.

 

MILO RIVERS IS IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT.

 

Colin McRae: "NO. WAY."

 

Kendra Mavis: "MILO… MILO, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING!"

 

Milo grins, gripping the controls.

 

Milo Rivers: "AZTEC! THIS ONE’S FOR YOU!!!"

 

THE BULLDOZER MOVES FORWARD.

 

Dirt pours into the grave, covering both Aztec and Mal Sangre!

 

Kendra Mavis: "On no, he's burying both of them, Milo stop!"

 

Colin McRae: "He has no idea Aztec fell into the grave! This isn't how this is supposed to end!"

 

But then—As the dust settles, the referee hesitates.

 

Something is peeking out of the dirt.

 

A single hand.

 

Aztec’s hand.

Kendra Mavis: "Wait. WAIT!"

 

Colin McRae: "…Oh my god. LOOK!"

 

The referee checks.

 

Aztec is buried, but NOT completely.

 

THE REF THROWS HIS HAND IN THE AIR—IT’S OVER!

 

AZTEC WINS!