Aired - February 22, 2026
(Black screen.)
A single match strikes.
Gold light fractures through darkness like a crown being forged.
A low choir hum rises beneath distant war drums.
Voice-over (measured, ominous):
“An oath is not a promise.”
(beat)
“It is a chain.”
(A parchment ignites at the edges. The word OATHBOUND burns into view like molten steel.)
Cut — Torchlight across stone walls.
Hans Trapp & Knecht Ruprecht stand back-to-back, Universal Tag Titles resting against their shoulders. A violent flash — synchronized devastation — one restrains, the other delivers judgment. No celebration. Only possession.
Cut — Lightning splits the sky.
Frankenstein’s Monster absorbs strike after strike — then surges forward, lifting a foe high before driving them down with catastrophic force. The ring trembles like scripture cracking.
Cut — A blade gleams in dim candlelight.
Mordred stands alone in shadow. A single smirk. A throne half-seen behind him. The camera does not linger — it bows.
Cut — Snow drifts across stone.
Snow White fires forward with heart and defiance — turning peril into precision, striking clean and decisive.
Cut — A crown of black flame.
Lilith stands unmoved as chaos unfolds around her. She raises the Queen of the North title slowly. Not triumph. Dominion.
The choir swells.
The arena reveals itself — Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum lit like a war cathedral.
Voice-over:
“Tonight… vows are tested.”
“Tonight… myth chooses its sovereign.”
(beat)
“OATHBOUND.”
🎺🎺🎺
[TRUMPETS BLARE. GOLDEN PYRO ERUPTS.]
A massive coin graphic fills the tron.
It spins.
It explodes into gold sparks.
The music hits.
SCROOGE steps onto the stage in a shimmering gold coat, cane in hand.
The crowd roars.
He slowly walks to the ring, soaking it in.
He demands a microphone.
The music cuts.
The crowd buzzes.
🎙️ SCROOGE:
“LOOK AT THIS!”
He spins in a full circle, pointing at the rafters.
“LOOK AT THIS KINGDOM!”
Crowd cheers.
“Do you know where you are?!”
Crowd: “CAMELOT!”
“You are not in some tavern!
You are not in some peasant festival!”
He slams his cane into the mat.
“You are standing inside… SCROOGE’S! CAMELOT! COLISEUM!”
Massive gold pyro blasts from the corners.
“You didn’t just buy tickets tonight…”
He points to the hard cam.
“You INVESTED in destiny!”
Crowd cheers again.
“And what a return you’re about to get!”
🔥 “TONIGHT — TEN warriors enter the ring in the ETERNAL FLAME BATTLE ROYAL!”
“One by one… over the top rope…”
He gestures dramatically.
“Until ONE competitor stands in firelight… the FIRST EVER ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPION!”
Flames burst from the stage.
🌟 “TONIGHT — NO DISQUALIFICATIONS! NO COUNTOUT!”
“The Blonde Bombshells defend the NORTH STAR TAG TEAM TITLES against the Queens of Despair!”
He grins.
“Which means chaos… is not just allowed…”
He pauses.
“…it’s ENCOURAGED.”
Crowd roars.
💀 “TONIGHT — the Universal Tag Team Champions…”
Crowd boos.
“HANS TRAPP AND KNECHT RUPRECHT!”
Boos grow louder.
“…face Friar Tuck and Little John!”
Cheers explode.
“Will darkness prevail?”
He smirks.
“Or will rebellion rise?”
⚔️ “Virtuous Blades! Monster Bash’s Enforcers!”
He spreads his arms.
“Honor! Horror! STEEL AND FURY!”
👑 “And then…”
The lights dim slightly.
“The Queen of the North Championship…”
“Lilith…”
Crowd reaction.
“…defends against Snow White.”
Huge pop.
“Light versus shadow. Ice versus flame.”
He nods slowly.
“Only ONE leaves Queen.”
⚡⚡⚡
“And in our MAIN EVENT…”
The lights drop to near black.
A spotlight hits Scrooge.
“The MYTHIC CROWN TOURNAMENT FINAL.”
Crowd builds.
“Mordred…”
Reaction.
“…versus Frankenstein’s Monster.”
Massive reaction.
“Bloodline versus creation.”
He leans forward.
“Betrayal versus brutality.”
He raises his cane.
“And at the end of this night…”
He slams it down.
“A KING WILL BE CROWNED!”
Gold confetti cannons fire prematurely. He waves them off.
“Not yet! NOT YET!”
Crowd laughs.
Scrooge looks around slowly.
“You could be anywhere tonight…”
He gestures to the crowd.
“But you chose Camelot.”
He straightens his coat.
“You chose glory.”
He smiles wide.
“And I promise you…”
He points to the hard cam.
“Every oath made in this ring…”
He taps the canvas.
“…will be tested.”
“Every promise…”
“…will cost something.”
“And every champion…”
He pauses.
“…will EARN their gold.”
He backs toward the ropes.
“Ladies and gentlemen…”
The music begins to rise.
“Welcome… to OATHBOUND!”
🎺 TRUMPETS BLAST
🔥 PYRO EXPLODES
💰 GOLD CONFETTI FALLS
“LET THE KINGDOM TREMBLE!”
Music hits full volume.
The show begins.
High above the roar of Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum, beyond the reach of gold confetti and trumpet fanfare, the Owner’s Box sits behind tinted glass and carved stone railings. The noise below arrives muted — like thunder heard from a mountain peak.
The arena trembles with Scrooge’s final proclamation.
“LET THE KINGDOM TREMBLE!”
Gold erupts.
But up here… it is quiet.
Two camps stand divided by nothing more than space — and everything more than that.
The First Circle
Ardan Vantrell stands with hands folded behind his back, posture immaculate. His smile is not joy. It is calculation.
To his right, Lucien Vantrell, sharp suit, sharper eyes, studies the floor below like a market graph rising and falling with each cheer.
Beside them stands Alton Bell, arms crossed, jaw tight. The Mythic Division’s General Manager does not look impressed.
Below, Scrooge soaks in adoration.
Ardan lets out a soft, indulgent chuckle.
“Pageantry,” he murmurs, almost fondly.
Alton exhales through his nose.
“Excess.”
Lucien smirks. “Excess moves markets.”
Ardan tilts his head slightly toward Bell, voice lowering.
“Small price to pay for his support, Alton.”
There is no malice in his tone. Only certainty.
Bell does not look at him.
His eyes remain on the ring below — where myth will unfold, not money.
He shakes his head once.
“Support,” Bell replies quietly, “has a way of believing it owns the outcome.”
Ardan’s smile widens a fraction.
“Oh… but it does.”
The gold confetti continues to fall beneath them.
The Second Circle
Across the box, separated but fully aware of the other group’s presence, stand Kristine Kringle, Victoria Deschamps, and Goldie Locks.
Kristine watches the spectacle below with a composed expression — not irritated, not amused. Measuring.
Goldie folds her arms.
“He certainly loves himself,” Goldie mutters under her breath.
Victoria’s gaze flickers briefly toward Ardan before returning to the ring.
Kristine leans slightly toward Victoria, her voice calm but edged with purpose.
“Remind me to speak with Celeste Noir tomorrow.”
Victoria nods immediately. “About the presentation?”
Kristine’s eyes drift again to the opposite side of the box — to Ardan.
“No,” she says evenly.
“About influence.”
Goldie raises a brow.
Below, the crowd chants.
Above, power shifts in silence.
The camera lingers for a moment — two factions in one room, united in ownership, divided in intent.
The gold fades from the air.
The war drums begin to rise from the arena floor.
OATHBOUND is no longer a spectacle.
It is a negotiation of control.
(The camera fades from the Owner’s Box to ringside.)
Torchlight flickers against stone pillars. The crowd still buzzes from Scrooge’s spectacle. Gold confetti drifts along the floor like fallen leaves in a cathedral.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody stand at the announce desk.
In the distance—
“SCROOGE’S CAMELOT COLISEUM!” Scrooge bellows off-mic.
Brick smirks.
Julian Ward:
“Good evening, everyone… and welcome to Camelot Coliseum.”
From somewhere in the rafters—
“SCROOGE’S CAMELOT COLISEUM!”
Brick chuckles under his breath.
Brick Brody:
“He’s gonna correct that all night, isn’t he?”
Julian Ward:
“It appears so.”
A measured pause.
Julian Ward:
“However you name it… tonight it becomes part of history. This is OATHBOUND — the first-ever Mythic Division pay-per-view.”
The camera pans across the crowd — faces lit by torchlight and anticipation.
Julian Ward:
“For weeks, this division has built itself on consequence. On trials. On vows that carry weight. Tonight… those vows are tested.”
Brick leans forward slightly.
Brick Brody:
“Tested? No. Tonight they break people. That’s what this place does. You don’t walk into Mythic Division history — you crawl out of it.”
Julian nods subtly.
Julian Ward:
“Ten competitors enter the Eternal Flame Battle Royal… and only one will leave as the first Eternal Flame Champion.”
A graphic flashes briefly behind them — flames circling a vacant title.
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event… the Mythic Crown Tournament concludes.”
The camera cuts to images of Mordred and Frankenstein’s Monster.
Julian Ward:
“Mordred. Frankenstein’s Monster. Betrayal and creation. Bloodline and brute force.”
Brick folds his arms.
Brick Brody:
“One of them walks out king. The other walks out a lesson.”
Julian turns back toward the ring.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Division was founded on a simple premise — that myth is earned, not declared.”
Brick nods once.
Brick Brody:
“Tonight somebody earns it the hard way.”
Julian’s voice lowers slightly.
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame will be lit. The Mythic Crown will be claimed.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“And history will remember who survived OATHBOUND.”
The camera pulls back slightly as the crowd swells again.
Torchlight burns.
War drums begin.
OATHBOUND continues.
(Winner becomes the FIRST EVER Eternal Flame Champion)
Entrances & Introductions
(Louie Linville stands centered, candlelit gold reflecting off the Eternal Flame crest on the canvas. The crowd buzzes with the particular hunger of a first-time coronation.)
Louie Linville:
“The following contest… is the ETERNAL FLAME BATTLE ROYAL!
Ten competitors will enter this ring… and elimination occurs only when a participant is thrown over the top rope, and both feet touch the floor.
The final competitor remaining… will be declared the FIRST EVER ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPION!”
A low drumbeat begins—ritualistic, almost funereal.
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… SINBAD!”
(Sinbad strides out with sea-salt swagger and reckless confidence, arms spread wide like he owns the horizon.)
Julian Ward: “Sinbad wrestles like a man who trusts luck as a weapon.”
Brick Brody: “Luck gets thrown over the top rope, Julian. That’s physics.”
Louie Linville:
“THE DRAGON KING!”
(Dragon King emerges like living folklore—tight focus, coiled motion, eyes already measuring the ring as a battlefield.)
Julian Ward: “The Dragon King is discipline made flesh.”
Brick Brody: “Discipline don’t stop gravity.”
Louie Linville:
“HERACLES!”
(Heracles storms out like a monument given breath—jaw set, shoulders broad, every step promising impact.)
Julian Ward: “Power with purpose.”
Brick Brody: “Power with elbows. That’s what matters.”
Louie Linville:
“THE TIN MAN!”
(Tin Man walks out stiff and unblinking, metallic gauntlets flexing like machinery priming for a crush.)
Julian Ward: “A body built to endure.”
Brick Brody: “Good. He’ll need it.”
Louie Linville:
“SIR AGRAVAINE!”
(Agravaine steps through the archway in cold armor and colder intent, as if judgment itself asked for a microphone and got fists instead.)
Julian Ward: “A man who calls cruelty ‘order.’”
Brick Brody: “Finally—some honesty.”
Louie Linville:
“THE BLACK KNIGHT!”
(The Black Knight appears in stark silhouette—no flourish, no salute—only the sense of a blade being drawn in the dark.)
Julian Ward: “A void wearing steel.”
Brick Brody: “And he flies, too. That’s the scary part.”
Louie Linville:
“SCARECROW!”
(Scarecrow lurches out loose-limbed, shoulders rolling like something that learned pain as a language.)
Julian Ward: “Unpredictable.”
Brick Brody: “Unstable. Big difference.”
Louie Linville:
“HUNTSMAN!”
(Huntsman steps into the light with a predator’s calm—no wasted motion, eyes scanning for the first throat to claim.)
Julian Ward: “He doesn’t chase glory. He tracks it.”
Brick Brody: “Good. Track somebody to the floor.”
Louie Linville:
“RAIGEN — THE BLOOD-ONI!”
(The air changes. Raigen arrives like a storm wearing skin—slow, heavy, and smiling like he already knows what breaks first.)
Julian Ward: “That isn’t bravado. That’s appetite.”
Brick Brody: “That’s a man after rent money and cartilage.”
Louie Linville:
“And introducing… TAKUMA RYUJIN!”
(Takuma Ryujin walks out with a fighter’s stillness—eyes forward, breath controlled, the look of someone who believes endings can be chosen.)
Julian Ward: “Technique as destiny.”
Brick Brody: “Destiny’s got a bad knee, and he knows it.”
(The bell sounds. Ten bodies surge. The Eternal Flame is not awarded. It is survived.)
The opening seconds are chaos—strikes like sparks, shoulders ramming ribs, hands clawing ropes. Alliances form by instinct and die in the same breath.
Tin Man tries to set his base—wide stance, iron forearms clearing space.
Raigen doesn’t care.
He charges straight through the center like a battering ram.
Julian Ward: “The Blood-Oni is forcing panic—he wants everyone reacting.”
Brick Brody: “That’s how you win these, Julian. Make ‘em think, then make ‘em fall.”
Tin Man swings a heavy arm—Raigen slips inside it, grabs, and heaves with blunt cruelty.
ELIMINATION: Tin Man is eliminated by Raigen The Blood-Oni — Throw Out Of Ring (after 1 minute engaged).
Tin Man crashes to the floor, stunned more by the speed than the impact.
Agravaine lunges in immediately, furious that order has been disrupted—he clamps on, trying to control Raigen’s arms.
Raigen laughs.
He cinches a manic sleeper—DEMON SLEEPER—and drags Agravaine backward like a sacrifice.
Julian Ward: “Agravaine thought he could impose law.”
Brick Brody: “Law just got choked unconscious.”
Raigen walks him to the ropes—boots scraping canvas—and pitches him out with contempt.
ELIMINATION: Sir Agravaine is eliminated by Raigen The Blood-Oni — DEMON SLEEPER (Maniac Sleeper) / Throw Out Of Ring (after 1 minute engaged).
Across the ring, Huntsman stalks Scarecrow through a flurry of wild strikes. Scarecrow tries to slip away, but Huntsman hooks him and snaps him down with a vertical suplex that rattles the ring.
He doesn’t pin. He doesn’t admire. He uses the bounce to lift Scarecrow up and dump him over.
ELIMINATION: Scarecrow is eliminated by Huntsman — Vertical Suplex / Throw Out Of Ring (after 2 minutes engaged).
Julian Ward: “Huntsman wastes nothing.”
Brick Brody: “Good. Waste is mercy.”
Dragon King tries to build rhythm—crisp kicks, sharp pivots—until the Black Knight closes the distance like a door slamming shut. A sudden dropkick catches Dragon King flush, rocking him back into the ropes.
The Black Knight climbs—springboard—then folds the space with brutal precision, using the impact to send Dragon King tumbling out.
ELIMINATION: Dragon King is eliminated by Black Knight — DROPKICK / Throw Out Of Ring (after 3 minutes engaged).
Heracles hammers forward, trying to bully a lane through bodies. He runs right into Huntsman’s timing—an ugly, rising Woodsman Uppercut that snaps Heracles’ head back and halts the charge cold.
Huntsman and a second wave of hands shove—Heracles fights, nearly keeps a boot in—then the weight tips.
ELIMINATION: Heracles is eliminated by Huntsman — Woodsman Uppercut / Throw Out Of Ring (after 4 minutes engaged).
Julian Ward: “Even a demigod can be turned when momentum is stolen.”
Brick Brody: “Demigod, full god—doesn’t matter. Floor’s still hard.”
Sinbad rallies the crowd with a flurry—chops, a quick dodge, a rope run—trying to turn the battle royal into a story about heart and daring.
The Black Knight answers with cruelty and altitude.
He traps Sinbad near the ropes, then launches—SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH—a breathtaking flash of violence. The impact knocks Sinbad sideways, and the follow-through sends him out like a ship taking its final wave.
ELIMINATION: Sinbad is eliminated by Black Knight — SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH / Throw Out Of Ring (after 7 minutes engaged).
Raigen turns his attention to the Black Knight.
The crowd senses it—two threats circling.
Black Knight swings—Raigen catches the arm and wrenches it down into an armbar, twisting steel into pain. He drags him toward the ropes, using leverage like a hook in flesh.
Julian Ward: “Raigen isn’t just eliminating—he’s dismantling.”
Brick Brody: “That’s how you make sure they don’t come back next week.”
Raigen keeps the arm trapped and shoves—Black Knight spills out, landing hard and clutching his elbow.
ELIMINATION: Black Knight is eliminated by Raigen The Blood-Oni — Armbar / Throw Out Of Ring (after 2 minutes engaged).
Now it narrows.
Raigen and Takuma Ryujin find each other like two endings colliding.
Raigen swings wild—Takuma slips, redirects, chops at the base, tries to take the legs. Raigen grabs him—tries to throw him like a doll.
Takuma drops his weight, hooks, and snaps the world downward.
SUPER SPIKE PILEDRIVER.
The arena recoils.
Takuma uses the shock, hauls Raigen up, and shoves him over the top rope like pushing a nightmare back into the dark.
ELIMINATION: Raigen The Blood-Oni is eliminated by Takuma Ryujin — Super Spike Piledriver / Throw Out Of Ring (after 2 minutes engaged).
Julian Ward: “Technique found the seam in brutality.”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, and buried it in the canvas.”
Only one obstacle remains.
Huntsman steps in—no fear, no flourish—just a man who believes he can drag any myth down by the ankle.
He shoots for Takuma’s leg and clamps on hard.
Takuma grimaces, fights balance, then drops—turns—hooks.
ANKLE LOCK.
Huntsman’s face tightens. He claws for the ropes—there are no ropes that save you here. Takuma cranks, stands, drags him upright with the hold still locked… and shoves.
Huntsman tumbles out, still fighting the pain as his boots hit the floor.
ELIMINATION: Huntsman is eliminated by Takuma Ryujin — Ankle Lock / Throw Out Of Ring (after 2 minutes engaged).
The bell rings again—longer this time.
A new champion stands alone.
Takuma Ryujin doesn’t celebrate like a man who won a match.
He breathes like a man who survived a rite.
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame is not a trophy. It’s a burden. And tonight… Takuma Ryujin proved he can carry it.”
Brick Brody:
“He didn’t ‘carry’ it, Julian—he ripped it out of nine other people’s hands. That’s the only way a first champion should be made.”
Julian Ward:
“And now the Mythic Division has its first fire… a champion born from elimination, pain, and consequence.”
TAKUMA RYUJIN WINS THE ETERNAL FLAME BATTLE ROYAL LAST ELIMINATING HUNTSMAN VIA OVER-THE-TOP ROPE AFTER AN ANKLE LOCK AT THE FINAL ELIMINATION
POST-MATCH TITLE PRESENTATION
The Eternal Flame Is Lit
(The bell’s echo fades. The crowd remains on its feet.)
Takuma Ryujin stands alone at center ring, chest rising and falling, sweat tracing the lines of battle down his shoulders.
The Eternal Flame emblem glows faintly beneath his boots.
From the stage… soft traditional strings begin to play.
Lady Ayame Ryu steps through the curtain — composed, dignified, every movement deliberate. She does not rush. She does not smile broadly. She observes.
She enters the ring.
Takuma turns toward her.
Without hesitation, he lowers himself to one knee and bows deeply.
Lady Ryu inclines her head in return — not as an equal… but as a mentor acknowledging completion of a trial.
Julian Ward:
“Takuma Ryujin does not see this as victory. He sees it as fulfillment.”
Brick Brody:
“He sees it as rent paid in blood. Good. That’s the right attitude.”
The music shifts.
From the entrance, Alton Bell emerges.
In his hands — the Eternal Flame Championship.
The title gleams gold and ember-red under the lights, its center plate forged in the shape of a rising flame encased in mythic etching. It does not shine brightly — it burns.
Beside him walks Kristine Kringle, composed and steady, watching not just the champion… but the crowd, the box, the atmosphere.
They enter the ring.
Louie Linville stands aside.
Alton Bell steps forward.
He does not raise the microphone immediately.
He studies Takuma for a moment — as if measuring not the win, but the man.
Then he speaks.
Alton Bell:
“Takuma Ryujin… tonight you endured nine trials.”
The crowd applauds.
“You eliminated force. You eliminated chaos. And you eliminated brutality.”
A subtle nod.
“And in doing so… you have ignited something.”
He lifts the championship slightly.
“This title represents the Eternal Flame of the Mythic Division.”
He turns slowly so the hard camera captures the detail.
“A flame that shall never be extinguished.”
A pause.
Bell steps forward and presents the belt.
Takuma accepts it with both hands — deliberate, respectful.
He does not raise it immediately.
Instead… he turns back to Alton.
And bows deeply.
Julian Ward:
“Respect given… to authority.”
Brick Brody:
“Or acknowledgment of the man who controls his future.”
Takuma finally raises the title.
The crowd roars.
Kristine offers a polite, restrained clap.
Lady Ayame Ryu rests a hand lightly on Takuma’s shoulder.
But Alton Bell is not finished.
He motions for silence.
The crowd quiets gradually.
Alton Bell:
“A flame does not endure by resting.”
The audience murmurs.
“It endures… by being tested.”
He steps slightly closer to Takuma.
“And therefore… the Eternal Flame Championship shall be defended every single week on Dark Fable.”
A wave of reaction sweeps through the arena — shock, excitement, disbelief.
Takuma’s expression does not change.
Lady Ryu’s eyes narrow slightly.
Bell continues.
“If this flame is to represent the soul of this division… it must burn constantly.”
He turns toward the hard cam.
“And this coming Friday… on Dark Fable…”
A beat.
“Your first defense… will be against the final man you cast from this ring.”
The crowd begins to realize.
“Huntsman.”
A strong reaction rolls through Camelot Coliseum.
Bell’s voice remains steady.
“Because if this is to be a division of consequence… then no elimination is forgotten.”
He steps back.
The music begins to rise again — lower this time, more mythic than celebratory.
Takuma lifts the Eternal Flame Championship high overhead.
The gold catches the light like a living ember.
Julian Ward:
“An unprecedented mandate. A champion born tonight… must fight again in five days.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. No honeymoon. No parade. You win a flame — you better learn to stand in the heat.”
Takuma lowers the title to his shoulder.
Lady Ayame Ryu nods once.
The camera lingers on the new champion — the Eternal Flame glowing against the dark cathedral of Camelot.
History has its first fire.
And it will burn again… this Friday.
Entrances & Introductions
(Louie Linville stands centered. The North Star Tag Team Titles rest on velvet at ringside.)
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the NORTH STAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
There will be no disqualifications… and no countouts!”
A hush rolls across Camelot Coliseum.
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… accompanied by Huntsman…
REGINA… and MALICE…
THE QUEENS OF DESPAIR!”
(Regina steps through first — chin lifted, eyes cold as polished obsidian. Malice follows like a shadow sharpened into steel. Huntsman trails behind them, expression unreadable, hands clasped.)
Julian Ward: “They earned this opportunity the hard way — and they hold a countout victory over the champions.”
Brick Brody: “And tonight there’s no countout to save anybody. That’s bad news for somebody.”
Louie Linville:
“And their opponents…
They are the reigning… defending…
NORTH STAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…
Since June 29th, 2025…
ALICE… AND DOROTHY…
THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS!”
(The champions emerge together — confident, synchronized, gold over their shoulders. They do not rush. They have ruled this division for months.)
Julian Ward: “Dominance built over time. The first champions of this division.”
Brick Brody: “Long reigns make big targets.”
The belts are handed to the referee.
The bell rings.
Minute 1
Alice and Dorothy explode out of the gate with precision double-team offense. Alice drives Malice down with a Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb, then Dorothy rolls through with a lightning School-Girl Roll-Up.
Malice fights free and counters with a vicious Cloverleaf, bending Alice backward with venom.
Julian Ward: “The champions strike fast — but Malice answers with pain.”
Brick Brody: “Good. Stretch the fairy tale out of her.”
Minute 2
Dorothy lands a sharp Backhand Chop, echoing across the arena.
Malice answers with a tight Snap Suplex, planting Dorothy cleanly.
Julian Ward: “This isn’t chaos. It’s escalation.”
Brick Brody: “And Malice just reminded them this isn’t choreography.”
Minute 3
The Bombshells regain rhythm. Alice whips Malice into an Over-the-Shoulder Armdrag before Dorothy spikes her with the Kansas Cyclone (Tornado DDT).
Malice struggles to defend but is overwhelmed.
Julian Ward: “Champions working like a machine.”
Brick Brody: “Machines break.”
Minute 4
Malice roars back with a crushing Butterfly DDT on Alice.
Julian Ward: “Desperation breeds brutality.”
Brick Brody: “And brutality wins in no-DQ.”
Minute 5
The Queens seize momentum. Malice powerbombs Alice while Regina snaps her down with a Hair Mare.
Alice retaliates with a sudden armdrag to regain space.
Julian Ward: “Momentum swings violently.”
Brick Brody: “That’s what happens when rules don’t matter.”
Minute 6
Alice connects with Wonderland’s End Moonsault, crashing down on Malice.
Malice absorbs it but wisely tags Regina.
Julian Ward: “High risk, perfectly placed.”
Brick Brody: “Malice ate it. But she’s still breathing.”
Minute 7
Regina punishes Alice with another sharp Hair Mare, asserting control.
Julian Ward: “Regina slows the pace.”
Brick Brody: “She’s hunting the weak link.”
Minute 8
The Bombshells double-team again — armdrag and spinebuster combination.
Regina counters with a sudden Small Package, nearly stealing it.
Julian Ward: “That countout victory wasn’t luck.”
Brick Brody: “Regina smells opportunity.”
Minute 9
Alice traps Regina in a tight Keylock. Regina responds with a savage Stomp to the Head.
Alice attempts to retaliate against Huntsman outside the ring — but fails.
Julian Ward: “Huntsman influencing the margins.”
Brick Brody: “If you’re dumb enough to look at him, that’s on you.”
Minute 10
The Queens double-team viciously — stomps and powerbombs rattle Alice.
But Alice fires back with another Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb, shifting the tide.
Julian Ward: “Champions refusing collapse.”
Brick Brody: “That’s heart. Or stupidity.”
Minute 11
Alice lands yet another Code Red, driving Regina down.
Julian Ward: “Experience under pressure.”
Brick Brody: “She’s throwing everything she’s got.”
Minute 12
All four women clash at once. Superkicks, spinebusters, rake of the eyes, and a brutal Modified Scorpion Crosslock from Malice.
Bodies scatter.
Julian Ward: “No disqualification means no sanctuary.”
Brick Brody: “I love this match.”
Minute 13
Regina drills Alice with a Flying Dropkick.
Tags are made.
Dorothy and Malice enter.
Minute 14
Dorothy strikes with the Emerald City Elbow, Alice adds the Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana.
Malice answers with a sharp Snap Suplex.
Julian Ward: “Dorothy brings controlled aggression.”
Brick Brody: “Malice keeps answering.”
Minute 15
Alice lands another armdrag. Malice counters with a crushing Cradle DDT.
Julian Ward: “The Queens refuse to break.”
Brick Brody: “They’re learning what it takes.”
Minute 16
Dorothy drives Malice down with a powerful Spinebuster. Alice follows with another armdrag.
Malice struggles to defend the barrage.
Julian Ward: “Champions tightening their grip.”
Brick Brody: “Malice is fading.”
Minute 17
A bodyslam from Dorothy. Alice locks in a Keylock.
Malice barely survives.
Minute 18
Malice reverses a double-team attempt and counters with a heavy Fallaway Slam, buying time.
Julian Ward: “That may have saved the match.”
Brick Brody: “Finally some fight.”
Minute 19
Dorothy lands a chop. Alice applies another Keylock. Malice launches with an Apron Somersault Plancha, stunning both.
The arena erupts.
Julian Ward: “Risk in a no-DQ war.”
Brick Brody: “That’s how challengers become champions.”
Minute 20
Dorothy connects clean with the Kansas Cyclone (Tornado DDT) on Malice.
She covers.
1… 2…
Malice kicks out.
Regina quickly tags in.
Julian Ward: “The challengers survive.”
Brick Brody: “Barely.”
Minute 21
Dorothy charges — Bulldog!
Regina answers with a Diving Elbow Drop — both women down.
Dorothy crawls over and hooks the leg.
1…
2…
3.
The bell rings.
Julian Ward:
“The reign continues. The Blonde Bombshells endure yet another trial.”
Brick Brody:
“They survived a war with no rules. That’s not pretty — but it’s impressive.”
Julian Ward:
“The North Star remains fixed. But the Queens of Despair proved tonight… they are closer than ever.”
DOROTHY DEFEATS REGINA VIA PINFALL AFTER BULLDOG AT MINUTE 21
(The camera cuts backstage.)
Torchlight flickers against stone walls. The hum of the arena bleeds faintly through the corridor.
Hana Nakamura stands centered, composed but visibly energized.
Hana Nakamura:
“Ladies and gentlemen… I am joined now by the leader of the Broken Crown… Mordred.”
The camera widens.
Mordred stands in dark armor-lined attire, the crest of the Broken Crown emblazoned across his chest. His posture is straight — not tense, not relaxed — inevitable.
Beside him stands Morgana LeFaye, hands folded, eyes sharp, presence coiled like a spell waiting to be spoken.
Hana swallows slightly but remains steady.
Hana Nakamura:
“Tonight… you face Frankenstein’s Monster in the finals of the Mythic Crown Tournament. One of you will leave as the first Mythic Crown Champion. What does that crown represent to you?”
Mordred does not answer immediately.
He looks past Hana — toward the arena — as if already hearing the crowd chant his name… or curse it.
Then he speaks.
Mordred:
“The crown is not a prize.”
His voice is calm, edged in cold iron.
“It is a correction.”
Hana tilts her head slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“A correction?”
Morgana’s lips curve faintly.
Mordred continues.
“The Mythic Division was built on the illusion of virtue. Knights. Monsters. Heroes.”
He lets the word linger.
“But crowns are not given to the virtuous. They are taken by the worthy.”
Hana nods slowly.
“Frankenstein’s Monster has dominated throughout this tournament. He has crushed opponents with raw power. Do you believe you can withstand that kind of force?”
Morgana steps forward half a pace — but Mordred lifts a hand gently, keeping control of the moment.
Mordred:
“I do not need to withstand him.”
A beat.
“I need to outlast him.”
He turns his gaze directly into the camera now.
“The Monster is creation without control. Strength without legacy.”
Morgana’s voice enters softly — smooth, almost hypnotic.
Morgana LeFaye:
“And creations… eventually obey their maker.”
Hana’s eyes widen slightly at that.
Hana Nakamura:
“Are you suggesting—”
Mordred interrupts gently.
“I am suggesting… that tonight, the Mythic Crown returns to blood.”
He adjusts the gauntlet on his wrist.
“My blood.”
The tension thickens.
Hana takes one final breath.
“If you win tonight… what kind of king will you be?”
A faint smile crosses Mordred’s face.
“The kind this division deserves.”
He leans slightly closer to the camera.
“Unforgiving.”
Morgana places a hand lightly on his shoulder.
“The age of broken crowns… ends tonight.”
Mordred turns and walks away without another word. Morgana lingers half a second longer — meeting the lens with a knowing look — before following.
Hana watches them disappear down the corridor.
She exhales softly.
Hana Nakamura:
“Mordred believes the crown is destiny… not opportunity. Tonight… we will see if destiny answers.”
The camera fades back toward ringside.
Entrances & Introductions
(Louie Linville stands centered. The Universal Tag Team Titles rest on his forearms like relics.)
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the NPCW UNIVERSAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… representing the Merry Band…
FRIAR TUCK… AND LITTLE JOHN!”
(Friar Tuck walks with calm resolve. Little John rolls his shoulders, veteran eyes scanning the ring. No theatrics. Just experience.)
Julian Ward: “Perennial contenders. A team that understands timing and endurance.”
Brick Brody: “Yeah — and they’ve never sealed it. Almost doesn’t wear gold.”
Louie Linville:
“And their opponents… accompanied by Fenwick Grimbough…
They are the reigning… defending… NPCW UNIVERSAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…
HANS TRAPP… AND KNECHT RUPRECHT!”
(The champions enter slowly. No wasted movement. Fenwick Grimbough follows with a smug, calculating expression. The belts glint like weapons.)
Julian Ward: “Champions since December. Efficient. Ruthless.”
Brick Brody: “They don’t wrestle to entertain. They wrestle to end people.”
Belts raised. Handed to the referee.
The bell rings.
Minute 1
Hans Trapp locks Friar Tuck into a brutal Torture Rack, bending him across his shoulders. Tuck writhes but refuses submission. He slips free and counters with a sharp Rolling Scissors takedown.
Hans straps the Torture Rack back in — Tuck endures.
Julian Ward: “Immediate punishment from the champions.”
Brick Brody: “Tuck’s spine’s gonna remember that.”
Minute 2
Friar Tuck explodes with a Cross Body Block, taking Hans off his feet. The impact shakes the canvas.
Tag to Little John.
Julian Ward: “Momentum for the challengers.”
Brick Brody: “You better keep it. You won’t get many chances.”
Minute 3
Hans attempts a Piledriver, but Little John neutralizes it — brute strength stopping the descent.
Tag back to Tuck.
Julian Ward: “Veteran awareness.”
Brick Brody: “Good save. Could’ve ended right there.”
Minute 4
Hans drills Tuck with a heavy Back Breaker.
Tags to Knecht Ruprecht.
Julian Ward: “The champions isolate and rotate.”
Brick Brody: “That’s tag wrestling done right.”
Minute 5
Knecht lands a crushing Overhead Chop. Little John fires back with a vicious Shoulder Claw.
Julian Ward: “Evenly matched power.”
Brick Brody: “I like this fight.”
Minute 6
Fenwick Grimbough attempts to distract the referee by loudly quoting “rules.” Little John ignores it and neutralizes the ploy.
Julian Ward: “Fenwick testing the margins.”
Brick Brody: “He’s fishing. Didn’t bite.”
Minute 7
Little John connects with an Axe Handle Drop, knocking Knecht flat.
Tag to Friar Tuck.
Julian Ward: “The challengers press.”
Brick Brody: “Finish something.”
Minute 8
Knecht chops Tuck down, but Little John smashes him with a Back Smash. Chaos builds.
Tag to Hans.
Minute 9
Hans slams Little John with a punishing Back Breaker. Little John answers with another Back Smash.
Julian Ward: “Neither side yielding.”
Brick Brody: “That’s because gold’s on the line.”
Minute 10
Fenwick lands a cheap kick unseen by the referee. Hans capitalizes with another crushing sequence. Little John fires back with a Forearm Smash.
Julian Ward: “The champions bending the rules.”
Brick Brody: “If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying.”
Minute 11
Another cheap shot from Fenwick. Hans presses the advantage. Little John absorbs it, struggling.
Julian Ward: “Interference accumulating.”
Brick Brody: “Accumulating wins.”
Minute 12
Little John rallies with a sharp Arm Drag Series, turning the tide momentarily.
Hans tags Knecht.
Minute 13
The champions attempt extended double teaming — stomps and slams — but Little John reverses and lands a heavy Forearm Smash.
Julian Ward: “The challengers refuse collapse.”
Brick Brody: “They’re fighting like this is their last shot.”
Minute 14
More double-team attempts. Little John keeps reversing, landing another punishing Back Smash.
The crowd roars.
Minute 15
Hans and Knecht finally overwhelm Little John with a body slam combination.
Julian Ward: “Numbers catching up.”
Brick Brody: “That’s what champions do.”
Minute 16
Little John and Friar Tuck explode with a coordinated Backbreaker and Snap Suplex combination. The champions stagger.
Julian Ward: “That’s the chemistry of experience.”
Brick Brody: “Now pin somebody!”
Minute 17
Little John clamps in a Shoulder Claw, but Knecht blasts him with a Driving Knee to the Midsection.
Momentum shifts again.
Minute 18
Knecht stomps viciously at Little John’s leg. Tag to Friar Tuck.
Minute 19
Overhead chop from Knecht. Rolling Scissors from Tuck. Tags exchanged again.
Julian Ward: “Twenty years of tag instinct on display.”
Brick Brody: “Instinct doesn’t beat knees.”
Minute 20
Hans drills Little John with another brutal Back Breaker. Little John answers with Headlock Punches.
Minute 21
Little John attempts more punches — Hans reverses and plants him with yet another Back Breaker.
Tags made.
Minute 22
The champions trap Friar Tuck in brutal tandem offense — Stomach Claw and then a forceful throw out of the ring.
Tuck barely makes it back at eight.
Julian Ward: “The challengers are surviving on will.”
Brick Brody: “Survival’s not winning.”
Minute 23
Knecht charges and lands a devastating Driving Knee to the Midsection on Friar Tuck.
He hooks the leg.
1…
2…
3.
The bell rings.
Julian Ward:
“The champions endure. The Merry Band fought with heart… but heart alone could not overcome precision.”
Brick Brody:
“Precision? That was brutality. Knecht crushed him. That’s why they’re still champions.”
Julian Ward:
“The Universal Tag Titles remain in the grasp of Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht… and the Merry Band’s pursuit continues.”
KNECHT RUPRECHT DEFEATS FRIAR TUCK VIA PINFALL AFTER DRIVING KNEE TO MIDSECTION AT MINUTE 23
Entrances & Introductions
(Louie Linville stands centered in the ring. The lighting is cathedral-dim, torchlight against stone. The air feels heavier — history already written between these factions.)
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein…
KONG… and OGRE…
MONSTER BASH’S ENFORCER!”
(Kong and Ogre emerge like siege engines. Dr. Frankenstein follows, pleased, adjusting his coat like a man arriving to inspect his work.)
Julian Ward: “This feud began in November — and it hasn’t stopped bleeding since.”
Brick Brody: “Good. Wargames in December didn’t settle anything. It just proved they need more violence.”
Louie Linville:
“And their opponents… accompanied by Merlin…
SIR GAWAIN… and SIR GALAHAD…
THE VIRTUOUS BLADES!”
(Gawain and Galahad step into view like oath-sworn weapons. Merlin follows, calm and unreadable, as if he’s already seen the end.)
Julian Ward: “Honor versus horror — the same war, a new chapter.”
Brick Brody: “Honor’s nice until a monster sits on your chest.”
The bell rings.
Minute 1
Sir Galahad launches immediately — The Chosen Fall (630 Senton) — crashing down on Kong.
Kong absorbs it without folding.
Galahad tags to Gawain.
Julian Ward: “Galahad begins with faith in impact.”
Brick Brody: “And Kong begins by not caring.”
Minute 2
Sir Gawain drives Kong down with a Crucifix Powerbomb.
Kong fails to defend cleanly and staggers to the corner — tag to Ogre.
Julian Ward: “The Blades are trying to cut the base out early.”
Brick Brody: “Smart. Don’t let the big one get momentum.”
Minute 3
Ogre steps in and swings heavy.
Merlin casts a Spell of Rejuvenation, steadying the Blades’ pace.
Dr. Frankenstein shouts strategy to his monsters, directing traffic like a conductor.
Ogre’s offense lands clean.
Gawain tags to Galahad.
Julian Ward: “Both corners using their minds — one through mystic calm, one through cruel command.”
Brick Brody: “I’ll take command over calm every time.”
Minute 4
Galahad snaps Ogre down with a Jumping Reverse Bulldog.
Ogre answers with a crushing Big Butt Drop, flattening him.
Julian Ward: “Every knightly answer meets monster weight.”
Brick Brody: “Weight beats poetry.”
Minute 5
Galahad spikes Ogre with a Michinoku Driver II-B.
Cover—Ogre kicks out.
Galahad tags Gawain.
Ogre tags Kong.
Julian Ward: “Early pin attempt — testing whether the monster can be finished.”
Brick Brody: “You don’t ‘finish’ a monster. You survive it.”
Minute 6
Gawain hammers Kong with a Backbreaker.
Cover—Kong kicks out.
Tag back to Ogre.
Julian Ward: “Kong refuses to fall.”
Brick Brody: “Good. Make ‘em work harder for hope.”
Minute 7
Gawain hits White Noise.
Ogre responds with a brutal Sledge to the Chest, cracking Gawain like lumber.
Tags: Gawain out, Galahad in. Ogre out, Kong in.
Julian Ward: “This match is becoming a war of ribs and spine.”
Brick Brody: “That’s the only war worth watching.”
Minute 8
Merlin throws flash powder as distraction.
Kong still lands a devastating Diving Headbutt, detonating onto Galahad.
Tag to Gawain.
Julian Ward: “Even Merlin’s trickery can’t stop the avalanche.”
Brick Brody: “Flash powder? That’s cute. Kong just solved it with his skull.”
Minute 9
Kong hits another Diving Headbutt on Gawain.
Gawain fails to defend cleanly and staggers back to tag Galahad.
Julian Ward: “The monsters are taking control of the pace.”
Brick Brody: “They’re not taking it. They’re stealing it.”
Minute 10
The Virtuous Blades double-team Kong: The Chosen Fall into a Backbreaker.
Kong answers by catching the rhythm and snapping Galahad with a Kneebuster.
Julian Ward: “A rare moment — both sides striking in tandem.”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, and Kong still found a way to hurt somebody.”
Minute 11
Merlin casts Rejuvenation again.
Kong answers with a savage Sledge Hammer to the Chest, blasting Galahad backward.
Julian Ward: “Magic buys time. Kong takes it away.”
Brick Brody: “Magic ain’t got a receipt for that chest.”
Minute 12
Galahad suplexes Kong — Leg Hook Belly to Back.
Kong answers with the Jungle Swing (Swinging Side Slam), tossing Galahad like a trophy.
Julian Ward: “Technique versus brute rotation.”
Brick Brody: “Rotation wins.”
Minute 13
Dr. Frankenstein berates Kong — confusing him, barking orders.
Galahad absorbs the chaos long enough to tag Gawain.
Kong tags Ogre.
Julian Ward: “Even monsters can be disrupted… when their maker meddles.”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, and Frankenstein don’t care. He just wants destruction.”
Minute 14
Dr. Frankenstein assists Ogre with a chair.
Ogre swings and connects — Gawain fails to defend.
Tags: Gawain out, Galahad in. Ogre out, Kong in.
Julian Ward: “A chair in a feud like this feels… inevitable.”
Brick Brody: “It should’ve been in minute one.”
Minute 15
Kong powers Galahad up and drops him with a Gorilla Press Drop.
Tag to Ogre.
Julian Ward: “Galahad is being thrown like a warning.”
Brick Brody: “That’s how you teach knights not to stand tall.”
Minute 16
The Blades answer with double-team offense: Phoenix Splash into Verdant Oath (Brogue Kick).
Ogre fires back with another Sledge to the Chest.
Julian Ward: “A surge of honor — and still the monsters refuse to yield.”
Brick Brody: “Because pain don’t scare ‘em. It feeds ‘em.”
Minute 17
All four collide. Galahad hits a Running Shooting Star Press, Gawain adds a backbreaker.
Ogre answers with a Backslam. Kong drives a Boot to the Midsection.
Bodies drop.
Julian Ward: “This feud doesn’t end. It only escalates.”
Brick Brody: “And I’m loving every bruise.”
Minute 18
Monster Bash double-teams: Ogre hits a Piledriver, Kong adds a Kneebuster.
Galahad fires back with a Pele Kick to survive.
Julian Ward: “Galahad refusing burial.”
Brick Brody: “He’s fighting on instinct now.”
Minute 19
Snap mares from Ogre and Kong in tandem — Galahad answers with another Leg Hook Belly to Back Suplex.
Julian Ward: “Everything is being answered — nothing is being settled.”
Brick Brody: “That means it’s working.”
Minute 20
Galahad lands another Running Shooting Star Press.
Ogre answers with a heavy Kneedrop.
Tags: Galahad out, Gawain in. Ogre out, Kong in.
Julian Ward: “Gawain returns to the fire.”
Brick Brody: “Hope he packed ribs.”
Minute 21
Virtuous Blades double-team: Verdant Oath (Brogue Kick) into a Rolling Thunder Jumping DDT.
Kong survives and answers with a Punch to the Face.
Julian Ward: “Gawain and Galahad still believe timing can win this.”
Brick Brody: “Timing’s great until you get hit in the mouth.”
Minute 22
Gawain lands another Verdant Oath (Brogue Kick).
Kong answers with another Gorilla Press Drop, flipping him down hard.
Tag to Ogre.
Julian Ward: “Gawain is landing his oath — but Kong keeps standing.”
Brick Brody: “Because Kong’s built different.”
Minute 23
Ogre crushes Gawain with a Kneedrop.
Tag to Kong.
Julian Ward: “They’re softening him for an execution.”
Brick Brody: “That’s what monsters do.”
Minute 24
Gawain rallies with a Fallaway Slam — Kong staggers but does not fall clean.
Julian Ward: “A desperate heave of strength.”
Brick Brody: “Desperation don’t win wars.”
Minute 25
Monster Bash double-team again: Gorilla Press Drop and Sledge to the Chest.
Gawain counters with a Cloverleaf, trying to steal oxygen and time.
Julian Ward: “Gawain looking for salvation through submission.”
Brick Brody: “Submission in a monster fight? That’s prayer.”
Minute 26
Kong answers with a brutal Diving Headbutt while Ogre holds position.
Gawain fails to defend and crumples.
Julian Ward: “The chest has been punished for twenty minutes. Now the head.”
Brick Brody: “Now the ending.”
Minute 27
Kong swings a Sledge Hammer to the Chest — Gawain reverses and fires a Verdant Oath (Brogue Kick).
Kong reverses the kick.
He lifts Gawain and drives him down with a Spine Crusher.
Cover.
1…
2…
3.
The bell rings.
Julian Ward:
“Another chapter written in the same ink — honor tested, and monsters answering with force.”
Brick Brody:
“Kong just folded him like paper. That’s what the Enforcers do — they enforce.”
Julian Ward:
“And this feud continues… because neither side believes the other deserves to stand.”
KONG DEFEATS SIR GAWAIN VIA PINFALL AFTER SPINE CRUSHER AT MINUTE 27
(The camera cuts backstage.)
The corridor lighting flickers slightly — not malfunctioning… but uneasy.
Hana Nakamura stands ready, microphone in hand. She draws a steady breath.
Behind her, footsteps echo.
Dr. Frankenstein enters frame first — hair disheveled, coat slightly undone, eyes lit with manic calculation. Beside him looms Frankenstein’s Monster — silent, towering, breathing slow and heavy, eyes fixed forward without blinking.
The atmosphere changes.
Hana steadies herself.
Hana Nakamura:
“Ladies and gentlemen… I am joined by Dr. Frankenstein and his creation — Frankenstein’s Monster.”
The Doctor gives a stiff, theatrical half-bow.
The Monster does not move.
Hana Nakamura:
“Doctor… tonight your Monster competes in the finals of the Mythic Crown Tournament against Mordred. But many remember that at the North Pole… your creation failed in his quest to capture championship gold.”
A pause.
Hana continues carefully.
“What makes tonight different?”
The Doctor’s expression freezes.
Then slowly… tightens.
His eyes flare with offense.
He steps closer.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Failed?”
The word drips like acid.
“You use such pedestrian language.”
He begins pacing in a small circle.
“Failed implies deficiency. Imperfection. Incompletion.”
He stops suddenly and gestures sharply toward the Monster.
“Do you see deficiency?”
The camera shifts to the Monster’s face.
Unblinking.
Breathing steady.
Hana swallows.
Hana Nakamura:
“I only mean that the title eluded him—”
Frankenstein interrupts, voice rising.
“Eluded him? ELUDED HIM?”
His laughter cracks unnaturally.
“At the North Pole my creation was restrained by circumstance. By inferior officiating. By chaotic variables!”
He leans in closer to the camera.
“But here…”
He spreads his arms wide.
“In the MYTHIC Division… the variables are… controlled.”
The Monster tilts his head slowly.
Dr. Frankenstein lowers his voice to an almost whisper.
“I have studied Mordred.”
He taps his temple.
“Betrayal. Ego. Legacy obsession.”
He smiles.
“Flaws.”
He turns and grips the Monster’s shoulder tightly.
“My creation has no ego. No doubt. No hesitation.”
The Monster flexes his hands slowly.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Tonight, there is no ‘North Pole.’ There is no distraction. There is only purpose.”
Hana tries to regain footing.
Hana Nakamura:
“Mordred believes the crown belongs to blood — to lineage. He says the Monster is merely creation without legacy.”
The Doctor’s smile widens into something unhinged.
“Legacy?”
He laughs again.
“I did not give him legacy.”
He steps directly into frame beside the Monster.
“I gave him inevitability.”
The Monster steps forward slightly — not aggressive, just looming.
The lights flicker again.
Frankenstein stares straight into the lens.
“Tonight, the Mythic Crown will not be inherited.”
He grips the Monster’s arm tightly.
“It will be engineered.”
He whispers.
“And perfected.”
The Monster leans forward just enough that his shadow consumes half the frame.
Hana’s voice lowers slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“The Doctor promises inevitability. Mordred promises destiny.”
She looks into the camera.
“Only one will leave crowned.”
The Doctor’s laughter echoes softly as the camera fades back toward ringside.
Entrances & Introductions
(Louie Linville stands centered. The Queen of the North Championship rests against his forearms, dark gold glinting under cold blue light.)
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the QUEEN OF THE NORTH CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… the challenger…
SNOW WHITE!”
(Snow White steps through the curtain to a strong reaction. No fragility. No fairy tale softness. Her eyes are focused, jaw set — a woman who rebuilt herself in the Mythic Division.)
Julian Ward: “Snow White has earned this moment. She climbed back into contention.”
Brick Brody: “Yeah. And now she’s standing in front of a storm.”
Louie Linville:
“And her opponent… accompanied by Paul ‘Grinch’ Heyman…
She is the reigning… defending…
QUEEN OF THE NORTH…
LILITH!”
(The lights dim to crimson. Lilith walks slowly, unhurried, title draped over her shoulder like a declaration. Heyman trails behind her, smug and calculating.)
Julian Ward: “Second reign began October 31st. Since then — domination.”
Brick Brody: “Goldie Locks. Moonshadow. Doesn’t matter who. She breaks ‘em.”
Lilith hands the title to the referee without taking her eyes off Snow White.
The bell rings.
Minute 1
Snow White opens aggressively — Gilded Grip (Arm Drag into Arm Bar), snapping Lilith down and trapping the limb.
Lilith fails to defend cleanly.
Julian Ward: “The challenger attacking with precision.”
Brick Brody: “Smart. Don’t let Lilith get comfortable.”
Minute 2
Lilith answers with a hard Vertical Suplex, planting Snow White flat.
Julian Ward: “The champion stabilizes the battlefield.”
Brick Brody: “That’s power talking.”
Minute 3
Lilith spins through a Dark Whirlwind (Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors).
Snow White responds immediately with Kiss of Spite (Single Knee Facebreaker).
Both women rise quickly.
Julian Ward: “Even exchange — no hesitation.”
Brick Brody: “They’re trading teeth.”
Minute 4
Another Vertical Suplex from Lilith.
Snow White counters with another Gilded Grip.
Julian Ward: “Snow White keeps targeting structure.”
Brick Brody: “Structure doesn’t matter if you get kicked in the face.”
Minute 5
Lilith attempts another suplex — Snow White neutralizes it cleanly.
The crowd senses momentum building.
Julian Ward: “The challenger refusing repetition.”
Brick Brody: “She’s learning.”
Minute 6
Heyman strikes — smashing Snow White with his mobile phone behind the referee’s sightline.
Lilith capitalizes with force.
Snow White still manages to execute another Gilded Grip despite the interference.
Julian Ward: “Grinch Heyman tipping the scales.”
Brick Brody: “That’s championship management.”
Minute 7
Snow White attempts the Apple Splitter (Destroyer) — Lilith reverses mid-motion and fires a Dread Kick (Super Kick).
Snow White crumples.
Julian Ward: “A devastating counter.”
Brick Brody: “That kick ends stories.”
Minute 8
Lilith lands an Atomic Drop to Hell.
Snow White answers with Witch’s Justice (Modified Gory Bomb).
Both stagger.
Julian Ward: “Snow White refuses extinction.”
Brick Brody: “She’s tougher than she looks.”
Minute 9
Lilith plants her with Abyssal Slam (Sitout Rear Mat Slam).
Snow White answers with Kiss of Life (Bridging Dragon Suplex) — tight bridge.
Near fall energy.
Julian Ward: “Snow White inches closer.”
Brick Brody: “She’s making the Queen work.”
Minute 10
Lilith blasts her with a Running Big Boot.
Snow White responds with the Thorn Crown Driver (Spike DDT).
Both down.
Julian Ward: “Momentum is razor thin.”
Brick Brody: “Whoever stands first wins.”
Minute 11
Lilith regains control with another Abyssal Slam.
Snow White absorbs it.
Julian Ward: “The champion leaning on brutality.”
Brick Brody: “Lean harder.”
Minute 12
Snow White surges — Kiss of Life (Bridging Dragon Suplex) connects cleanly.
Lilith narrowly survives.
Julian Ward: “That was close.”
Brick Brody: “Closer than Lilith likes.”
Minute 13
Snow White launches with Glass Coffin Dive (Suicide Dive).
Lilith crashes into the barricade but returns at two.
Julian Ward: “Snow White taking risks.”
Brick Brody: “Risk is good. Risk is painful.”
Minute 14
Lilith fires another Dread Kick.
Snow White answers again with Witch’s Justice.
The arena roars.
Julian Ward: “Neither woman yielding.”
Brick Brody: “This is championship wrestling.”
Minute 15
Snow White lands another Witch’s Justice.
Lilith absorbs it.
Julian Ward: “Snow White pressing advantage.”
Brick Brody: “Finish it!”
Minute 16
Lilith locks in Demon’s Embrace (Code of Silence).
Snow White counters with Kiss of Spite.
Both barely standing.
Julian Ward: “The challenger survives the abyss.”
Brick Brody: “She’s living dangerously.”
Minute 17
Heyman strikes again with the mobile phone.
Snow White still hits the Apple Splitter (Destroyer).
Lilith kicks out at two.
Julian Ward: “Snow White overcame interference.”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, but she didn’t overcome the count.”
Minute 18
Lilith traps her again — Demon’s Embrace (Code of Silence).
This time Snow White cannot escape.
Lilith transitions into the cover.
1…
2…
3.
The bell rings.
Julian Ward:
“Snow White brought heart. She brought resilience. But Lilith brought inevitability.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s ruthless. That’s why she’s still Queen. Heyman helps — but that hold ends people.”
Julian Ward:
“The second reign of Lilith continues. And the Queen of the North remains unmoved.”
LILITH DEFEATS SNOW WHITE VIA PINFALL AFTER DEMON’S EMBRACE (CODE OF SILENCE) AT MINUTE 18
Entrances & Introductions
(The arena darkens fully. No gold. No pageantry. Only low drums.)
Louie Linville stands alone at center ring. The MYTHIC CROWN rests on a pedestal draped in black velvet.
Louie Linville:
“The following contest… is the FINAL of the MYTHIC CROWN TOURNAMENT…
scheduled for one fall… with no time limit!”
A single spotlight illuminates the crown.
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein…
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!”
(Lightning cracks across the tron. The Monster steps forward slowly. Dr. Frankenstein follows, eyes gleaming, hands clasped behind his back.)
Julian Ward: “Creation seeking coronation.”
Brick Brody: “He doesn’t want a crown. He wants to crush whoever stands in front of it.”
Louie Linville:
“And his opponent…
The leader of the Broken Crown…
MORDRED!”
(Mordred emerges through shadow. No theatrics. No wasted motion. Morgana is not with him. He walks alone.)
Julian Ward: “Bloodline. Betrayal. Legacy.”
Brick Brody: “He thinks this belongs to him.”
Mordred steps into the ring and locks eyes with the Monster.
The referee calls for the bell.
It rings.
Minute 1
Mordred opens with a sharp Dropkick, snapping into the Monster’s chest.
The Monster answers immediately with a crushing Deadweight Drop (Sidewalk Slam), flattening Mordred.
Julian Ward:
“Mordred strikes with precision — but the Monster absorbs and answers with force.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the difference. Mordred hits. The Monster crushes.”
Minute 2
Mordred rises and executes a Swinging Neckbreaker, trying to turn the Monster’s balance.
The Monster responds with another Deadweight Drop, slamming him down again.
Julian Ward:
“Mordred is targeting leverage points — neck, base, alignment.”
Brick Brody:
“And the Monster is targeting the floor.”
Minute 3
Mordred drives forward with a Sitout Powerbomb — an impressive display of strength.
The Monster answers with Heavy Hand (Back Smash), blasting Mordred across the spine.
Both men stagger but remain standing.
Julian Ward:
“This is ideology made physical. Control versus creation.”
Brick Brody:
“Control’s getting punched in the back.”
Minute 4
Mordred lands another Dropkick, trying to build momentum.
Dr. Frankenstein distracts at ringside, allowing the Monster to attempt a quick roll-up.
The official regains control.
Julian Ward:
“The Doctor already interfering.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s protecting his investment.”
Minute 5
The Monster lifts Mordred high and drives him down with a brutal Graveyard Slam (Body Slam).
Mordred fails to defend cleanly.
Julian Ward:
“The Monster is dismantling the body.”
Brick Brody:
“And that body needs to carry a crown.”
Minute 6
Mordred fires another Dropkick.
The Monster responds — again — with the Deadweight Drop.
Mordred’s back is absorbing punishment.
Julian Ward:
“The repetition is intentional. The Monster is softening the spine.”
Brick Brody:
“You can’t stand tall when your back’s broken.”
Minute 7
Dr. Frankenstein distracts again, allowing the Monster to gain leverage in a sudden roll-up attempt.
Mordred barely escapes.
Julian Ward:
“The Doctor refuses to allow a fair rhythm.”
Brick Brody:
“Fair doesn’t crown kings.”
Minute 8
Mordred pushes forward with another Dropkick.
Frankenstein distracts the referee again, halting Mordred’s momentum at a critical moment.
The Monster regains center control.
Julian Ward:
“Mordred’s aggression keeps being interrupted.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s strategy. Keep him frustrated.”
Minute 9
Mordred charges and lands a Clothesline, stunning the Monster.
But the Monster answers immediately with The Clamp (Pendulum Back Breaker) — snapping Mordred across his knee.
The hold tightens.
The Monster straps in the submission fully.
Mordred writhes, back contorted, face tightening in pain.
Julian Ward (lower, serious):
“The Clamp is applied… directly to the damage that has been building all match.”
Brick Brody:
“That spine’s been punished for nine minutes. There’s nowhere to go.”
Mordred claws toward the ropes — but there is no rope break that changes inevitability.
The pressure increases.
His hand hovers.
The arena is silent.
Mordred taps.
The bell rings immediately.
Julian Ward:
“Mordred sought destiny. Frankenstein sought inevitability.”
A measured breath.
Julian Ward:
“And inevitability has prevailed.”
Brick Brody:
“The Monster didn’t outsmart him. He outlasted him. He broke him.”
The Monster rises slowly.
Dr. Frankenstein enters the ring, laughing under his breath.
The Mythic Crown is handed to the referee.
Julian Ward:
“The first Mythic Crown Champion… forged not by lineage… but by endurance.”
Brick Brody:
“That crown’s not worn. It’s carried. And tonight? It’s carried by a monster.”
The Monster does not smile.
He simply stands.
Unmoving.
Dominant.
Waiting.
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER DEFEATS MORDRED VIA SUBMISSION AFTER THE CLAMP (PENDULUM BACK BREAKER) AT MINUTE 9
The Crown Is Claimed
(The bell has already rung.)
Mordred is being helped from the ring, one hand pressed against his lower back, fury masked by pain.
At center ring stands Frankenstein’s Monster — chest rising slowly, eyes unfocused but unyielding. Beside him, Dr. Frankenstein vibrates with manic satisfaction.
The lights dim slightly.
The arena doors part.
Alton Bell walks toward the ring carrying the MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT — black leather, dark gold plating, the crest of the Mythic Division etched in solemn authority.
At his side walks Kristine Kringle, composed and observant.
They enter the ring.
The crowd buzzes — not celebratory, not defiant. Uneasy.
Louie Linville steps aside.
Alton stands directly in front of the Monster.
For a long moment… no one speaks.
The Monster does not blink.
Dr. Frankenstein leans in slightly, almost impatient.
Alton finally raises the microphone.
Alton Bell:
“Frankenstein’s Monster…”
His tone is steady, measured.
“Tonight, you endured nine minutes of punishment, interference, and resistance.”
A subtle glance toward the Doctor.
“And you prevailed.”
He lifts the title belt slightly.
“The Mythic Crown represents supremacy within the Mythic Division. It is not ornamental.”
A pause.
“It is responsibility.”
Alton steps forward to present the championship.
Before the Monster can take it—
Dr. Frankenstein steps in.
And takes it himself.
The crowd reacts sharply.
The Doctor studies the belt like a craftsman admiring his work.
He runs his fingers along the etching.
Then — slowly — he turns and holds it up for the camera.
Julian Ward:
“The Doctor claiming ownership of the moment.”
Brick Brody:
“Of course he is. He built the weapon.”
Frankenstein then places the title belt over the Monster’s shoulder — adjusting it carefully, obsessively.
The Monster remains still.
Alton does not react outwardly.
He waits.
Then he speaks again.
Alton Bell:
“You are now the top representative of the Mythic Division.”
The weight of the words lands heavier than the title.
“That means something.”
He steps closer — face-to-face with the Monster.
“It means every contender… every rival… every faction…”
His gaze briefly flickers toward the stage — toward the realm where Broken Crown stands wounded.
“…will be gunning for you.”
The crowd murmurs.
Alton’s voice remains calm.
“The Mythic Division was built on consequence.”
“You now carry all of it.”
He lowers the microphone slightly.
“There is no greater target.”
A measured nod.
“Congratulations.”
Kristine Kringle offers a polite, dignified clap — not excessive. Not warm. Formal recognition.
Dr. Frankenstein leans into the Monster’s ear, whispering something unheard.
The Monster slowly lifts the championship overhead.
No roar.
No celebration.
Just presence.
Julian Ward:
“The first Mythic Crown Champion… stands crowned in shadow.”
Brick Brody:
“And now the hunt begins.”
The camera pulls back.
The Monster stands center ring.
Dr. Frankenstein smiling beside him.
Alton Bell watching.
Kristine observing.
The Mythic Crown gleams under cathedral lighting.
OATHBOUND has chosen its king.
And the division now belongs to a creation.
(The camera pans slowly across Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum.)
Gold confetti still lingers in corners of the arena — but the atmosphere is no longer celebratory. It is altered.
The image of Frankenstein’s Monster holding the Mythic Crown replays on the tron.
We cut to ringside.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody sit beneath dim torchlight.
Julian Ward:
“Oathbound began with spectacle.”
A brief pause.
“It ends with consequence.”
The camera shows a quick replay of Takuma Ryujin lifting the Eternal Flame Championship.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight, Takuma Ryujin survived ten competitors to become the first-ever Eternal Flame Champion.”
Cut to Dorothy pinning Regina.
Julian Ward:
“The Blonde Bombshells endured yet another war to retain the North Star Tag Team Titles.”
Cut to Knecht Ruprecht’s driving knee.
Julian Ward:
“Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht continue their reign as Universal Tag Team Champions.”
Cut to Kong’s Spine Crusher.
Julian Ward:
“Monster Bash claimed another chapter in their war with Camelot.”
Cut to Lilith locking in Demon’s Embrace.
Julian Ward:
“Lilith remains Queen of the North.”
Finally — the submission.
The Clamp.
Mordred tapping.
The Monster crowned.
Julian Ward (lower):
“And in our main event… Frankenstein’s Monster did not inherit destiny.”
A measured breath.
“He enforced it.”
Brick leans forward slightly.
Brick Brody:
“I told you what this place does, Julian.”
He gestures toward the ring.
“It breaks people.”
He nods toward the tron image of Mordred clutching his back.
“Mordred thought blood made him king.”
A slight smirk.
“Turns out pressure makes you tap.”
Julian doesn’t react.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Division crowned two firsts tonight.”
“The Eternal Flame… and the Mythic Crown.”
He folds his hands calmly.
“One must be defended every week.”
“The other now carries the weight of the entire division.”
Brick nods once.
Brick Brody:
“And everybody in that locker room is lining up.”
He glances toward the stage.
“Because monsters make big targets.”
Julian Ward:
“Oathbound has rewritten the balance of power.”
“New champions.”
“Old feuds escalating.”
“And a crown resting on the head of a creation.”
He looks into the camera.
“The next chapter begins on Dark Fable.”
Brick gives a final grunt of approval.
Brick Brody:
“If tonight proved anything…”
He taps the desk once.
“In Mythic Division… you don’t get a happy ending.”
Julian nods slightly.
Julian Ward:
“You get a winner.”
The camera pulls back.
Torchlight flickers.
The image freezes on Frankenstein’s Monster standing with the Mythic Crown, Dr. Frankenstein at his side.
Fade to black.
OATHBOUND ends.
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