As a black screen confronts the viewer, an audible chiming of a ring bell can be heard three times, as the scene rapidly fades into colour alongside an immediate cacophony of boos from a rapturous crowd.

 

The scene comes into focus showing one man lying on the ring mat adorned with ‘DCW’ logos, and another man sitting beside him - raising an arm with an expression of relief and joy.

 

 

Both men are bleeding heavily, evident by the masks of crimson painted on their faces.

 

 

J Mysteq: “Christian Reed has managed to pin the Destructive Star Champion, Crimson Deadly, in the third fall here in this Four Stages of Hell triple threat match!”

 

 

Drew Savage: “Crimson Deadly and Cody Caster have been targeting Christian far more than they have each other, but despite that he's managed to maintain a lifeline in this match!”

 

 

The Hell in a Cell that the competitors were fighting inside quickly ascends back into the rafters as the fourth and final contest gets underway.

 

Drew Savage: “All three competitors in this match are now neck and neck, winning one contest each!”

 

J Mysteq: “Absolutely! To recap the fans who may just be tuning in, Cody Caster picked up the first fall in a Falls Counter Anywhere stipulation, with Crimson Deadly winning the TLC match.”

 

Drew Savage: “And as you just saw, my man Christian Reed wins the Hell in a Cell match to bring us into our tiebreaker: A Buried Alive match!”

 

As his small moment of joy continues, a third man comes into view in a haze as he almost instantly closes the distance between himself and Christian Reed.

 

Cody Caster dives while throwing a hard Flying Clothesline towards Christian who collapses backwards from the impact, with Cody Caster on top of him.

 

J Mysteq: “It looks like Cody Caster has recovered from that sickening Chair Shot from Christian a few minutes ago!”

 

Drew Savage: “And he looks fired up! Can Christian Reed regain the upper hand!?”

 

A short back and forth scuffle between the two men begins to ensue as limbs flail around on the floor, the crazed battle of wills pushes them across the mat, before their fight leads them under the ropes and to the outside.

 

At a vertical base and able to separate somewhat, the two men begin to trade punches which leads them onto the bottom of the entrance ramp.

 

Drew Savage: “These men are edging closer and closer to the hole that at least one of these men will be buried in tonight!”

 

J Mysteq: “But who's going to give an inch in this stalemate!?”

 

As the two men sluggishly go back and forth, Cody Caster lifts an arm and blocks another of Christian Reed's return punches, he quickly drives his arm upwards and connects with a vicious European Uppercut, sending Christian reeling further up the entrance ramp

 

Drew Savage: “Come on, Christian! Your prize is just up that ramp!”

 

Cody Caster finds his balance and begins running towards Christian, who spies the danger and responds by using Cody's momentum to throw him upwards, as he flips over and lands on his back with a tailbone tingling Back Body Drop onto the steel entrance ramp

 

J Mysteq: “OH MY GOD! HIS BACK'S BROKEN!”

 

Drew Savage: “WHAT AN IMPACT! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!”

 

Cody Caster audibly screams in pain as he arches his back and rolls onto his side, writhing. Christian Reed turns around with a grin on his face, twirling his hands in front of him as though he's a conductor leading a composition of Caster's misery

 

Drew Savage: “It's a masterpiece, J!”

 

J Mysteq: “It's downright cruel, is what it is!”

 

The angle switches suddenly for two seconds, showing Crimson Deadly still laid in the ring - but beginning to show signs of life. As quickly as it's shown, we return back to the duel on the ramp as Christian begins to lift Cody onto his knees, before delivering a piston-like Closed-Fist Punch causing Cody Caster’s head to whip backwards as he falls back to the ramp

 

J Mysteq: “Oh that looked hard! Cody could be seeing stars after that!”

 

Drew Savage: “Christian Reed is beginning to take control of this duel!”

 

Cody Caster turns to crawl away and create some distance to recover. Christian Reed looks at him for a moment before smiling and stepping forward to catch up, before delivering a Punt to Cody’s stomach, winding him as he lurches and gasps for air

 

J Mysteq: “This is becoming difficult to watch - each man has gone through hell in this match for like forty-five minutes now. No doubt it will shorten all their careers!”

 

Drew Savage: “This stopped being a wrestling match a while ago and became an all-out war between these three former members of Evolution of Attitude! This shows what it means to answer the question: Who was the best? And more importantly, who leaves as the Destructive Star Champion!”

 

Christian Reed grabs Cody by the hair and begins to drag him up to his feet, holding him up with his left hand and rains a Combination of Strikes with his right hand, as Cody stumbles backwards and lands back first onto the dirt mound at the top of the entrance ramp.

 

Drew Savage: “Cody’s seeing stars! Christian Reed is really laying into him and taking out his frustrations on his former friend!”

 

J Mysteq: “It’s an assault, is what it is! And look, partner - they’ve reached that mound of dirt that will end this rivalry!”

 

Christian Reed steps up onto the dirt beside Cody, who turns onto his front and climbs sluggishly onto the dirt on his hands and knees. Christian lifts his arm towards the crowd and points towards the hole in the middle of the dirt, as they boo vehemently in response; causing Christian to smile wider in response.

 

He turns back to Cody Caster and begins to lightly kick his head with his foot, as though toying with him. Cody takes it a few times but before long he reacts by lunging upwards, throwing a handful of dirt up into Christian’s face, causing him to recoil and turn away from his adversary.

 

J Mysteq: “It’s dirty, no pun intended - but it was sure effective from the Golden Boy! He may have bought himself a bit of time!”

 

Drew Savage: “I have to admire that use of his surroundings there, J! He may be taking a beating, but he still seems to have his awareness about him!”

 

Realizing he can’t let his chance go to waste, Cody Caster grits his teeth and steadily claws his way back to a vertical base as Christian Reed attempts to brush dirt out of his eyes

 

Cody delivers a decisive Clubbing Forearm to the unwitting Christian Reed, who drops to a knee from the blow, Cody quickly side-steps around Christian and wraps his arm around his head, falling backwards into a DDT on the dirt

 

J Mysteq: “Oh! Another face full of dirt for Christian Reed!”

 

Drew Savage: “It’s easy to think that’s an easy landing but with that much compacted dirt, you can bet it’s solid! I’m sure my pick Christian Reed will come out of this though!”

 

As both men lay sprawled on the dirt, the camera cuts back to the ring to show Crimson Deadly in the ring, army crawling towards the bottom rope and using it to pull himself under them. He swings himself onto his feet as he falls from the ring, but his legs give out underneath him and he falls back to his knees, clutching the ring apron

 

Drew Savage: “Well, Crimson definitely appears as though he wants to get back into this match, but it looks like his tanks running on empty!”

 

J Mysteq: “What do you expect, Drew? Crimson walked into this match to defend his championship knowing he was going to be a target for both of his former cohorts!”

 

The angle returns to the pile of dirt as both Cody and Christian have managed to scramble to their feet. Christian acts first and charges at Cody and lunges for a Spear, but appears to stop and crumple at Cody's feet

 

J Mysteq: “WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?”

 

Drew Savage: “I have no idea, J!”

 

As Cody falls backwards into a sitting position, breathing heavily beside Christian Reed, a replay from a new angle appears on screen showing Cody Caster delivering a last-ditch Knee to the jaw of Christian

 

J Mysteq: “So that's what happened!”

 

Drew Savage: “No pun intended, but what a savage knee from Cody! That's why he's a former Destructive Star Champion, his quick thinking!”

 

J Mysteq: “It has been argued that he was the brains behind Evolution of Attitude.”

 

Cody finally rises back to his feet and looks down at Christian who still appears out cold on the dirt. Cody bends down to pick Christian up who slowly comes away from the ground like dead weight.

 

Drew Savage: “Oh dear! Christian looks down for the count, but I'm sure he has something left in the tank!”

 

J Mysteq: “You just don't want to admit that his night's over!”

 

Cody manages to lift Christian to his knees. With his arms around his head, Cody begins to forcibly drag Christian towards the hole in the centre of the dirt hill

 

Slowly edging closer, the crowd cheers loudly, sensing that this match may come down to their favourites: Cody Caster and Crimson Deadly

 

As Cody heaves his opponent one last time, he comes to a stop at the edge of the dark abyss beside him, and roars towards the crowd

 

J Mysteq: “This is it for Christian Reed, Drew!”

 

Drew Savage: “NO!”

 

Suddenly, before anyone can react and mid-roar for Cody Caster, Christian Reed slips out of his arms and steps backwards from his rival

 

Cody Caster's arms flounder in front of him from the surprise as Christian pounces on the momentary confusion by stepping forward and planting Cody in the face with a hellacious Superkick

 

Drew Savage: “SUPERKICK BY CHRISTIAN REED!”

 

J Mysteq: “OH MY GOD!”

 

Cody Casters flailing arms snap rigidly to his sides from the shock as he capsizes backwards, falling into the darkness below

 

Drew Savage: “He's done it!! Cody Caster's fallen into the hole!”

 

J Mysteq: “Could he find a way to climb out of it before this match ends!?”

 

Christian himself falls to his knees after the quick turn of events, trying to catch his breath after his fight with Cody

 

J Mysteq: “Look, Drew!”

 

The camera angle changes to show Crimson Deadly, clutching the back of his neck, finally rejoining the fray and climbing onto the dirt

 

Drew Savage: “This isn't fair! Christian's just had the fight of his life and now he's got to defeat Crimson who's been out cold for the past 8 minutes!”

 

J Mysteq: “I wouldn't exactly call that resting, Drew!”

 

As Crimson stands on his feet, so does Christian Reed. They clock eyes with each other as Crimson scans the ground, putting two and two together

 

J Mysteq: “THIS IS FOR ALL THE MARBLES!”

 

The crowd roars as both competitors muster their remaining strength, tightening their lips and farrowing their eyebrows in a moment that seems to stand still, before they charge at each other intently

 

Crimson Deadly with his longer reach, throws a fist and hits Christian Reed with a Punch, who recoils backwards for a second before snarling and returning fire with a Punch of his own

 

The duel of fists intensifies as the combatants continue to Trade Punches, until it becomes a feverish contest of wills as they strike each other simultaneously

 

J Mysteq: “This is a testament to all the hatred shared between all of these guys, what it means to them!”

 

Drew Savage: “Understandably so, and can you blame them with the all-important Destructive Star Championship as the prize!?”

 

Christian Reed and Crimson Deadly begin to slow their pace, battered, bruised and covered in blood

 

Drew Savage: “The exhaustion these men must be feeling as they come up to the hour mark!”

 

J Mysteq: “It's incredible, isn't it!”

 

Suddenly, after receiving a strike by Crimson, Christian steps back and bursts forward, lifting his leg and connecting with another Superkick that sends Crimson reeling to the dirt, as Christian falls beside him

 

Drew Savage: “ANOTHER SUPERKICK! IT'S HIS! HE'S DONE IT!”

 

J Mysteq: “But he needs to capitalise on it!”

 

Breathing heavily, Christian urges himself upwards, grasping dirt as he tries to find some leverage to help him on his way

 

Slowly, after twenty seconds, Christian finds his way up to a knee

 

J Mysteq: “He's almost to his feet, and Crimson still looks down for the count!”

 

Drew Savage: “I told you, J! It's his match to win!”

 

Finally getting up to a vertical base, Christian teeters for a moment before steadily walking towards Crimson, planting a Kick onto his downed foe which causes a reaction as Crimson turns to make a bit of distance and get to his feet

 

Christian continues to hammer on his upper back with several Stiff Forearms which causes Crimson to arch his back in pain as he desperately finds a way onto his knee

 

J Mysteq: “Perhaps he doesn't quite have it just yet! The Champion seems to be showing a bit of fight out here!”

 

Drew Savage: “Yeah, but this is all in desperation!”

 

Christian changes pace and steps back, throwing a precise Punch which causes Crimson's head to whip backwards, but using the backwards momentum while on a knee to find his feet, albeit stumbling backwards

 

J Mysteq: “He just won't quit!”

 

Christian charges forward before Crimson can properly find his footing, attempting a clothesline which Crimson manages to duck under at the last moment

 

He finds himself back-to-back with his rival and reaches back to lift his opponent by the pits of his arms

 

Drew Savage: “NO!”

 

Once in the air, Crimson shows his teeth as he pushes Christian upwards, launching him into the air for a split second, quickly clasping his hands around Christian's neck before performing a sit-down manoeuvre, driving Christian's back into his shoulder with a spine-shattering Vertebral Annihilation

 

J Mysteq: “YES! CRIMSON GETS THE VERTEBRAL ANNIHILATION!”

 

Drew Savage: “This isn't how it should be!”

 

Crimson gets back up slowly, and turns to his opponent who's writhing and gasping for air, reaches down and grabs him by the hair, dragging him to the hole where Cody Caster continues to lie

 

As they reach the hole, Christian manages to squirm free of Crimson's clutches and falls backwards onto his backside next to the pit, throwing his hands up together in a pleading fashion

 

Drew Savage: “Have some mercy, Crimson!”

 

J Mysteq: “You know he can't do that, Drew!”

 

Crimson leans on his knees to catch his breath while looking at his former compatriot. After a few moments, he stands and looks at the crowd for a brief second

 

But then, as quickly as he did, he turns back and lifts his leg, swinging his foot around and connecting with a star-seeing Volley to Christian's head, who's body falls limp, and he naturally leans sideways and slides over the edge and onto Cody

 

J Mysteq: “He's done it!”

 

Drew Savage: “That kick was too far! He was a defenceless man, pleading for his life!”

 

J Mysteq: “They all knew what it meant if this match became a Buried Alive, Drew!”

 

Crimson walks away from the hole towards a lever, pausing for a second as the fans cheer rapturously. Finally, Crimson pulls the switch as dirt falls from above and blankets the hole where Cody and Christian used to be

 

In the distance, the bell rings for the final time

 

J Mysteq: “He's done it! Despite all the odds, Crimson Deadly has overcome his former best friends to retain his Destructive Star Championship!”

 

Drew Savage: “I'd love to be able to say it was a fluke but after that contest, hats off to him.”

 

As Crimson Deadly's entrance music plays, the referee scrambles onto the dirt and runs over to him, handing him his Destructive Star Championship as he lifts it into the air with a roar

 

J Mysteq: “Take a bow! I'm sure this kid will be a household name for decades!”

 

Drew Savage: “Oh yes! Bright things are in his future!”

 

Suddenly, the image begins to stutter and distort, as though it's falling in and out of focus. The lights become hazy as the previously rapturous fans appear to be pointing and laughing.

 

Crimson looks on confused and realizes they're laughing at him. He looks up at his championship confused and finds a metal bat held in his closed fist.

 

 

Eyebrows furrowed, he peers behind him where his fallen foes were and sees a mess of blankets and a duffle bag.

 

J Mysteq: “Oh wow! He's only gone and become a homeless nobody!”

 

Drew Savage: “How embarrassing! I'm so disappointed in what he's become!”

 

The laughing fans seem to rapidly increase in volume until it's the only thing that can be heard, until a sudden detached scream infiltrates the all-consuming sound.

 

In a flash, the bright lights and the deafening and chaotic sounds are overtaken with dark quiet as the scene changes, showing the silhouette of a large man sitting upright with a gasp, previously laying on what appears to be several worn but still-padded blankets, with a backdrop of fabric.

 

The man looks around to his left looking towards, but beyond the view of the scene. An orange, faint glow dully illuminates his face, cheeks protruding like it was chiselled from hard marble, and a long beard concealing half of his face. His eyebrows cast a shadow over his eyes, which reflects the distant orange light, making it appear as though there is fire in his eyes.

 

He lifts his arm to his face and rubs his eyes with his forearm, before looking down at his hand. Staring at them intently, he speaks for the first time.

 

Silhouette: “Was that really twelve years ago…?”

 

Suddenly, darkness assaults the screen, winning definitively as the scene comes to an end.

 

 

The scene changes suddenly as drone footage glides across Madison Square Garden, the camera facing down as hundreds of gleeful faces smile back at it, reaching and pointing upwards. Slowing slightly, the drone moves to face the center of the stage. As though a trigger, this causes the lights to dim. The titantron comes to life to show a static grey screen.

 

Transitioning to a direct view of the big screen, we fade in to find the bearded silhouette seen previously waking up from an apparent nightmare. Continuing from where we left off, the man is still fixated on his hand.

 

Silhouette: “What happened to me?”

 

Before he can begin to contemplate an answer for this question, a shriek can be heard - exactly the same as the one he heard at the end of his dream, pulling him out of his stupor. He looks around erratically before getting up. The scene shifts to the outside of a tent, perched on a gravel floor. Quickly, the man’s face protrudes from the opening in the small shelter as he peers around.

 

The camera turns 180 degrees to view what seemed to be an encampment of tents standing without uniform inside a tunnel, the orange glow made evident by lit fires on the ground, surrounded by gravel barriers to contain them.

 

Panning across the sight, we finally get a glimpse of a gathering of people thirty feet away. Returning to the large man who’s features now showed age and a slight gaunt appearance. His eyes widen as he disappears back inside of the tent, emerging seconds later with a metal bat in his hand.

 

Standing to his full height, the camera has to adjust slightly to peer upwards, a testament to how tall the man is. More shocking still was the sheer stature of the man, with broad shoulders and thick muscles. He hastily begins walking in the direction of the commotion.

 

 

Before he can begin to contemplate an answer for this question, a shriek can be heard - exactly the same as the one he heard at the end of his dream, pulling him out of his stupor. He looks around erratically before getting up. The scene shifts to the outside of a tent, perched on a gravel floor. Quickly, the man’s face protrudes from the opening in the small shelter as he peers around.

 

The camera turns 180 degrees to view what seemed to be an encampment of tents standing without uniform inside a tunnel, the orange glow made evident by lit fires on the ground, surrounded by gravel barriers to contain them.

 

Panning across the sight, we finally get a glimpse of a gathering of people thirty feet away. Returning to the large man who’s features now showed age and a slight gaunt appearance. His eyes widen as he disappears back inside of the tent, emerging seconds later with a metal bat in his hand.

 

Standing to his full height, the camera has to adjust slightly to peer upwards, a testament to how tall the man is. More shocking still was the sheer stature of the man, with broad shoulders and thick muscles. He hastily begins walking in the direction of the commotion.

 

As he approaches, some of the people in the crowd see him and begin to create an opening, pulling others with them to create a direct line towards whatever was happening. Walking through them and stepping into the clearing, he immediately sees the issue.

 

Four men are standing together, laughing at a fourth man who approaches them and holds out his hand, revealing brass knuckles on his bloodied hand. The large man looks to his right and looks onto a horrible scene.

 

 

A woman known to the man as Christine kneels over a man laid on the ground with tears streaming down her cheeks. The man, named Frank who was the de facto leader of their community, looks worse for wear with his eye swollen shut, covered with blood flowing from a gash on his eyebrow. The woman looks desperately at the crowd around them before double-taking onto the man wielding his bat.

 

Christine: “Scott! Please do something!”

 

On hearing this, the four men turn to see who she’s talking to. On seeing the man named Scott, they falter slightly - but the one with the brass knuckles regains his composure and begins to laugh. The three others join in awkwardly at first, but grow into it. Pointing at Scott with his bloodied hand, he begins to speak.

 

Aggressor: “What the hell have they been feeding you, big guy?”

 

Scott grips his bat tighter and clenches his teeth, causing his jaw to flex noticeably, but he offers no words.

 

Aggressor: “You got a problem or somethin’? Who the hell are you even supposed to be?”

 

At this, Scott smiles confidently and answers shortly.

 

Scott: “They call me Scott Razor.”

 

The aggressors' features change to show genuine confusion before responding with bewilderment.

 

Aggressor: “Yeah? Who’s ‘they’? Am I supposed to know who you are?”

 

He turns to his friends and begins to laugh as they join in once again. Scott’s expression falls to a grimace as he realizes the men don’t know his name. He bears his gritted teeth as he points behind the men.

 

Scott Razor: “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

 

In response, the leader of this small group laughs even harder. Composing himself once again, he widens his arms invitingly.

 

Aggressor: “Oh yeah? And what if we decide not to?”

 

He begins laughing again but quickly continues.

 

Aggressor: “Wait… Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of taking on all four of us!?”

 

Scott pauses for a moment and begins to survey the men in front of him. Seemingly working something out. Before long, a small, knowing smile appears on his face through gritted teeth as he responds to the question.

 

Scott Razor: “To be honest, I don't think I’ll need to.”

 

The leader looks at Scott incredulously before breaking into a short, fake sounding laugh. Suddenly, he stops and surges forward, attempting to swing a brass knuckled fist at Scott Razor. Scott reacts quickly and weaves his head, dodging the attempted punch. As the man stumbles in front of him, he lunges himself and responds with a decisive elbow to the man's jaw, causing him to crumple to the floor immediately.

 

A second man runs wildly forward to back up his friend but Scott grips his bat and swings it into their midsection, causing them to double over. Hastily, he lifts the bat above his head and swings it once more down onto the second man’s back, who also falls to the floor in a heap.

 

Relaxing slightly, he stands straight and looks at the last two men who had hung back, seemingly daring them to do something. They hesitate for a moment, looking at their friends on the floor before turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction.

 

Scott relaxes fully and walks over to the couple on the ground, crouching next to them. Christine throws her arms around him and weeps into his chest.

 

Christine: “Thank you so much! I was so worried about what they were going to do!”

 

Scott lets her get it out for a moment before turning to Frank, who winces back at him with his one eye.

 

Scott Razor: “You good, Frank?”

 

Frank grunts as he begins to lift himself up onto his elbows.

 

Frank: “I’m gonna be seriously bruised in the morning… But I’ll live. Can you help?”

 

Frank nods slightly as a thanks to Scott, who returns the gesture with a reassuring smile.

 

Scott Razor: “Gimme a second.”

 

Scott stands back up and walks across to the two men still out cold on the floor and begins checking their pockets. Pulling wallets out of their pockets, he takes the money in them and also removes a plastic card out of each. Returning to Frank, he puts his arm over him and lifts him to his feet.

 

Carrying him, he takes Frank to his tent along with Christine. He lays him down in a comfortable spot and kneels with his head just inside the tent.

 

Scott Razor: “You sure you’re gonna be fine now, old man?”

 

Frank chuckles slightly but stops as he winces in pain once again.

 

Frank: “Seriously, don’t worry about me, Scott. I’ve been through worse than this in my life.”

 

The truth though, is that Scott was concerned for a reason. Frank was a man who had been like the only father figure he’d had since his own dad had passed away. He’d met them years before and they had welcomed him into their nomadic community, which served him perfectly moving around to appear in different underground fighting rings for a meager income. He smiles warmly towards Frank, accepting his answer, and then looks down at the items in his hand.

 

Scott Razor: “I took this money for your troubles, hopefully you can use it to get some painkillers or something that’ll help with the swelling. I also took their ID’s as evidence, if you want to use that.”

 

Scott hands the items to Christine and then begins to back away.

 

Frank: “Wait… Scott!”

 

Poking his head back through the tent opening, Scott waits for Frank to continue.

 

Frank: “Listen, we’ve been around all over the place and you’ve helped us whenever we’ve run into trouble… But the truth is you’ve always been too good for this place. We’re moving on from New Jersey soon, but I think you need to stay here and sprout your wings.

 

Scott looks at his friend dumbfounded.

 

Scott Razor: “Wha-”

 

Frank begins to reach into his pocket as he pulls a leaflet out of his pocket.

 

Frank: “I’m not taking no for an answer Scott… Take this.”

 

He holds out the leaflet, and Scott takes it and peers down at it skeptically, but his expression quickly changes to surprise as he looks back up towards Frank who stares at him meaningfully.

 

Frank: “Go and become what you were always supposed to be - a star.”

 

Scott presses his lips together, and then nods back at the man who had shared so much wisdom with him over the years. Taking that to mean the conversation is over, he begins to recede back from the tent, parting with one final statement.

 

Scott Razor: “See you around, Frank. Thanks.”

 

Scott stands back up and begins walking absentmindedly back towards his tent, continuing to stare at the leaflet in his hand. The angle changes slightly to show the contents of the leaflet. The first thing that can be seen is the logo for MAWL - Maniacal Action Wrestling League. The card for the event can be seen below this, along with the address of <venue> in New Jersey on April 25th, 2025.

 

Scott considered the implications of everything that had taken place that night. The nightmare that woke him up, this leaflet… And infuriatingly, the fact that the aggressor didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know what the future was going to hold, but there’s one thing he knew with absolute certainty…

 

The fire within him had been reignited, and he was going to do everything in his power to reclaim his rightful place.

 

The scene fades to black with finality.

 

APRIL 18, 2025
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN
NEW YORK, NY

 

Fireworks go off at Madison Square Garden as Kaiser Chiefs "Cousin in the Bronx" plays through the arena. 

 

 

Colin (OC): WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME TO THE AMAZING, ICONIC MADISON SQUARE GARDEN WHERE WE ARE ABOUT TO ENGAGE IN INSANITY! I'M COLIN MCRAE HERE WITH ARVIN WALLACE-JONES AND KENDRA MAVIS AND WE ARE GETTING READY FOR TAXIDERBY 2025. 

 

 

Colin: I can't believe that our once little company is getting a chance to be here at Madison Square Garden, and the energy is just absolutely bonkers. I don't blame the crowd for being excited, it's going to be a hell of a card. 

 

 

Kendra: As a wise Olympian once said, Colin, It's True, It's Damn True. All of our titles up for grabs, and as I was talking about with Daria Donner and Irving Barth in the pre-show, there's a lot of bad bad blood going into tonight to look out for. WonderWolf getting his hands on Question Mark Vraag, Daniel getting a crack at both Genesis and Omega X in a triple threat, Kiki Kruel and Violet, Charlotte and Bowen, Jay the Joker and Manta Ray... so much tension has been building these past few weeks and I expect nothing short of explosiveness today.

 

Colin: In fact, the explosions started already during the Shoey for Charity, where Tyler Hayes went down to a steel boot and I think he may actually not be cleared to compete today.

 

 

Arvin: That was gonna be the case because of his liver anyway, Colin, and I still can't believe that we sanctioned that event.

 

Colin: It raised a decent amount of money for charity, can't go wrong with that. 

 

Kendra: We hope that Tyler will be back on his feet a little bit later, but our card is actually going to be kicking off with bad blood from the jump. Gina Thieso came in on anti-corruption platform, joining La Family, only to be corrupted by the very people she was set on bringing down. 

 

Arvin: She saw the writing on the wall, Kendra, she knew that there was no success in playing gangster and grew up right before our eyes.

 

Colin: Cynicism starting early. Gotta love it.

 

Arvin: Look, I'm tellin ya, Gina Thieso is no fool. She played that shrewdly and made the right move for herself and I respect it.

 

Kendra: Well, we'll see if it pays off, as we take it down to Ash for the first bell ring of the main show.

 

 

Ding ding ding!

 

 

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

 

 

A red carpet rolls out as the crowd boos. Magnus flanks Gina Thieso, as if he's her security detail. Gina has a sparkly golden robe and a matching sparkly holster on her leg that shows as she walks with the confidence of a Baroness.

 

 

Ash: Out first, representing Team SuperStarz, Magnus and "Golden Gun" Gina Thieso!

 

The audience boos with intensity. Magnus and Gina wave them off as they enter the ring.

 

Arvin: The sound of jealousy just ringing through this classic arena.

 

Kendra: I think that might be the sound of seeing a traitor. 

 

 

The limo pulls up and Alessia Romano and Dino H. Boro step out.