Aired - March 27, 2026
(Black screen. The sound of a heavy book opening. A candle ignites. Ink creeps across parchment like it’s alive.)
(A choir hums low. A single bell tolls.)
Voice-over (smooth, ominous):
“Once upon a time… they told you monsters weren’t real.”
(beat)
“Here… they win matches.”
(The words burn into the screen like a cursed fairytale title card.)
NPCW: DARK FABLE
Voice-over:
“This is the MYTHIC Division.”
“Welcome… to DARK FABLE.”
SIGNATURE MONTAGE
1) Universal Tag Champions — Hans Trapp & Knecht Ruprecht
(Torchlight. Two silhouettes. Titles glint like weapons.)
Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht stalk to the ring—then a violent cut: a ruthless, synchronized finish. One holds the opponent in place; the other strikes like judgment. They raise the belts slowly, not celebrating—claiming.
2) Sandman
(An hourglass spills sand upward.)
Sandman snaps into motion—cold precision. A sudden, nightmare-fast impact drops his opponent. He stands still as the camera jitters, like reality itself is afraid to focus on him.
3) Frankenstein’s Monster
(Lightning flash. Thunder hit.)
Frankenstein’s Monster absorbs shots that should end anyone—then surges forward and crushes a foe with a catastrophic slam. The ring shakes. The crowd reacts like they’ve seen a myth step off the page.
4) Robin Hood
(A streak like an arrow across the screen transitions the shot.)
Robin Hood slips a strike by inches and counters with surgical speed—clean, heroic, efficient. He points straight into the hard cam, as if calling his next target.
5) Hansel
(Breadcrumbs scatter across the canvas—then dissolve into smoke.)
Hansel fights like someone who learned survival the hard way—quick hands, sharper instincts. A sudden finishing burst flips the match in a heartbeat.
6) Snow White
(Soft light… then a hard snap to impact.)
Snow White shows heart and grit—turning a moment of danger into a clean counter and decisive strike. The fairy tale isn’t fragile here. It fights.
7) Lady Frost, Snow Queen
(Sound drops out. Breath fogs the air.)
Lady Frost moves with chilling control—elegant, merciless. A slick takedown into a finishing hold—she tightens it slowly, eyes calm as winter.
8) Gretel
(A childlike melody warps into something darker.)
Gretel explodes with intensity—fast, determined, ruthless when it counts. She drives through a final sequence like she’s escaping a trap.
(Choir rises. War drums join. The arena looks like a cathedral of combat under dark lighting.)
Voice-over:
“This isn’t the North.”
“This isn’t the light.”
“In DARK FABLE… the story doesn’t end happily.”
(beat)
“It ends… with a winner.”
“This… is DARK FABLE.”
The camera sweeps across Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum.
Torchlight burns brighter tonight.
The shadows feel deeper.
The air is heavier.
This is not anticipation.
This is expectation.
Clusters of allegiance rise throughout the arena — not festive, not playful — devotional.
A section near the east ramp glows in crimson and gold.
Fans wear dragon-marked shirts with bold kanji across the chest.
Some hold banners that read:
“RYUJIN RISES AGAIN”
“HONOR DOES NOT BREAK”
A large hand-painted sign:
“TAKUMA NEVER FALLS TWICE”
The crowd in this section does not chant wildly.
They bow their heads.
Then raise their fists.
Measured.
Disciplined.
Across the arena, a louder, more defiant energy builds.
Sailor’s ropes hang from the barricades.
Blue and gold shirts fill the section.
A roaring chant breaks out:
“SIN-BAD! SIN-BAD!”
Fans wave flags bearing a crest of crossed blades over a rising sun.
Signs read:
“BREAK THE MONSTER”
“NO CHAINS CAN HOLD A LEGEND”
One massive banner stretches across three rows:
“THE SEAS DON’T FEAR MONSTERS”
Near ringside, a calm but unwavering presence.
Soft white and deep ocean blue.
Fans wear flowing designs resembling water currents.
Cherry blossom petals are painted across several signs.
“MIZUHANA STRIKES SILENT”
“PRECISION OVER POWER”
A single, elegant banner reads:
“THE VEIL DOES NOT BREAK”
The supporters here do not shout.
They watch.
Focused.
Waiting.
Then—
The arena surges.
Royal blue floods the camera.
Gold-trimmed cloaks.
Replica swords raised high.
The Camelot faithful.
A thunderous chant shakes the building:
“AR-THUR! AR-THUR! AR-THUR!”
Signs rise above the crowd:
“THE KING ENDURES”
“CAMELOT DOES NOT FALL”
And in massive painted letters:
“THE CROWN STANDS ETERNAL”
But cutting through that unity—
A smaller section.
Darker.
Unsettling.
Children’s masks.
Crude drawings of crooked houses and burning ovens.
The Hansel faithful.
Their signs are different.
“SURVIVAL ISN’T PRETTY”
“BREADCRUMBS LEAD HOME”
One chilling message rises above them:
“HE ALWAYS FINDS HIS WAY BACK”
The camera settles at the broadcast desk.
Julian Ward sits composed.
Brick Brody leans forward slightly, already studying the ring.
Behind them, a replay package begins rolling.
Lark of Sherwood and Maid Marion surviving the chaos against the Monsters of Myth.
Maid Marion cradling Medussa Nemesis for the three-count.
Julian Ward:
“Last week, Sherwood stood tall when Lark of Sherwood and Maid Marion overcame the Monsters of Myth in a war of endurance.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, and Serpenta’s monsters didn’t take that lightly. You could see it all over their faces. That loss is gonna cost somebody.”
The footage shifts.
Sir Agravaine driving Takuma Ryujin down with Willow’s Bell.
The Eternal Flame Championship raised high once more.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Agravaine retained the Eternal Flame Championship last week, defeating Takuma Ryujin for a second consecutive time in another brutal battle.”
Brick Brody:
“And then Raigen made sure the damage kept going. That wasn’t a post-match statement, Julian. That was a declaration.”
The replay changes again.
Raigen smashing Takuma into the barricade.
Security swarming.
Lady Ayame helping Takuma stand.
Julian Ward:
“The conflict between the House of the Dragon’s Veil and the Blood Oni Syndicate intensified further when Raigen launched yet another attack after the match… forcing security to intervene.”
The footage changes.
Robin Hood trapping Mordred in the Sharpshooter.
Mordred tapping.
A cut to Myridden watching from the rafters.
Julian Ward:
“Robin Hood also dealt a significant blow to the Broken Crown, forcing Mordred to submit while the shadow of Myridden watched from above.”
Brick Brody:
“And Mordred didn’t just lose. He got watched losing. That’s the kind of thing that festers.”
Another clip rolls.
King Arthur driving Sandman down with the Jumping Knee Drop.
Merlin raising Arthur’s arm.
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur claimed another important victory last week, defeating Sandman here in Camelot Coliseum.”
The footage shifts one more time.
Sinbad and Frankenstein’s Monster colliding backstage.
Security pulling them apart.
Alton Bell stepping in.
Julian Ward:
“And backstage, the tension between Sinbad and Frankenstein’s Monster finally erupted into violence… leading directly to tonight’s Mythic Crown Championship main event.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. That’s how it oughta happen. No speeches. No begging. Two big monsters decide they hate each other, and now somebody gets hurt.”
Julian turns slightly toward the camera.
Julian Ward:
“And as always in Dark Fable… the trials do not wait.”
A graphic appears.
MATCH 1
Serpenta Veyne vs Mother Earth
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta Veyne leads the venomous forces of Myth… but tonight she stands alone against the immovable force of Mother Earth.”
Brick Brody:
“Serpents strike fast.”
He leans forward.
“But the ground doesn’t move.”
MATCH 2 — ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP
Sir Agravaine (Champion) vs Sir Galahad
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame Championship will be defended as Sir Agravaine faces one of Camelot’s purest knights… Sir Galahad.”
Brick Brody:
“Purity doesn’t win fights.”
A scoff.
“Agravaine already proved that.”
MATCH 3
Yurei Rinn vs Sayaka Mizuhana
Julian Ward:
“The conflict between the Dragon’s Veil and the Blood Oni Syndicate continues… as Sayaka Mizuhana faces the silent threat of Yurei Rinn.”
Brick Brody:
“That one’s not gonna be loud…”
He narrows his eyes.
“It’s gonna be deadly.”
MATCH 4
Mordred & The Dread Knights
vs
King Arthur, Robin Hood & Hansel
The crowd erupts.
Julian Ward:
“Camelot and Sherwood unite tonight against the Broken Crown… as King Arthur, Robin Hood, and Hansel stand against Mordred and his Dread Knights.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not unity.”
He smirks.
“That’s survival.”
MATCH 5
Takuma Ryujin vs Raigen — Blood Oni Syndicate
The crowd reaction turns intense.
Julian Ward:
“A conflict weeks in the making… Takuma Ryujin faces Raigen in a deeply personal confrontation.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a match.”
A pause.
“That’s unfinished business.”
MAIN EVENT — MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP
Frankenstein’s Monster (Champion) vs Sinbad
The arena roars.
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event… the Mythic Crown will be defended as Frankenstein’s Monster faces the man who dared to challenge him… Sinbad.”
Brick Brody:
“He wanted the monster’s attention.”
A grin.
“Tonight… he gets all of it.”
Julian looks toward the ring.
The torchlight flickers higher.
Julian Ward:
“In Dark Fable…”
A bell toll echoes through the Coliseum.
Julian Ward:
“…every choice carries consequence.”
Brick Brody:
“And every consequence hurts.”
The camera slowly pulls toward the ring.
Louie Linville steps through the ropes.
Torchlight surges.
The trials begin.
The arena darkens slightly.
A low, hissing tone rolls through the Coliseum.
A narrow beam of green light cuts through the entranceway.
Serpenta Veyne emerges.
Fluid.
Controlled.
Every step deliberate — as if she is not walking…
…but coiling forward.
Her eyes never leave the ring.
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta Veyne represents something dangerous within the Mythic Division… not power alone, but precision with intent.”
Brick Brody:
“She doesn’t rush, Julian.”
A smirk.
“She waits for you to make a mistake… then she wraps you up and makes you regret it.”
The lights shift.
A deep, grounding rumble echoes.
The arena floor almost feels as though it settles.
Mother Earth steps into view.
Steady.
Unshaken.
Each step lands with weight — not force, but inevitability.
Julian Ward:
“And across from her… Mother Earth. A force defined not by speed, but by resilience.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… good luck moving her.”
A pause.
“But standing still ain’t the same as winning.”
Mother Earth enters the ring.
She does not pose.
She plants her feet.
And waits.
Louie Linville stands at center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall.”
A measured breath.
“Introducing first…”
He turns toward the entrance.
“Representing the venomous forces of Myth… she is the embodiment of precision and strike…”
“SERPENTA VEYNE!”
A low hiss ripples through the crowd.
Louie Linville:
“And her opponent…”
He turns.
“From the foundation of the world itself… she is the immovable force of nature…”
“MOTHER EARTH!”
The bell tolls.
The trial begins.
Minute (1)
Julian Ward:
“They meet immediately at center ring… no hesitation.”
“Serpenta Veyne strikes first— a sudden burst— she leaps— swinging hurricanrana!”
Mother Earth stumbles forward but does not fall cleanly—
“She regains her base— and answers with a crushing forearm smash!”
Brick Brody:
“Good. That’s how you deal with speed.”
“You don’t chase it… you hit it.”
Minute (2)
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta circles now… measuring distance…”
“She fires— a sharp roundhouse kick connects cleanly to the side of the head!”
Mother Earth absorbs it—
“She responds again— another heavy forearm— driving Serpenta backward!”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not trying to outpace her.”
“She’s trying to break her rhythm.”
Minute (3)
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta accelerates— sudden burst of motion— she hooks— and drives Mother Earth down with a Desert Eagle Powerbomb!”
The ring shakes—
“But Mother Earth answers immediately— dragging Serpenta up— delayed vertical suplex!”
She holds—
Holds—
Then drops her.
Brick Brody:
“That’s strength.”
“That’s patience.”
“And that’s pain.”
Minute (4)
Julian Ward:
“The pace tightens… both competitors closing distance…”
“Serpenta strikes— she latches on— Serpent Bite! Shoulder claw locked in!”
Mother Earth resists—
But she answers— counter pressure— pulling into a surfboard— trying to stretch Serpenta apart!
Brick Brody:
“Now this is interesting…”
“Something’s gotta give here.”
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta shifts— adjusts her grip— transitions back— tightening the Serpent Bite— deeper this time— targeting the shoulder— the neck— the nerve—”
Mother Earth strains—
Her base falters—
She drops to a knee—
Then both—
Julian Ward:
“She cannot break the hold— the pressure is too precise— too focused—”
Mother Earth taps.
The bell tolls.
Julian Ward:
“Mother Earth held her ground… until she couldn’t. Precision has overcome resilience.”
Brick Brody:
“She didn’t outfight her.”
“She outsmarted her.”
A grin.
“And that’s worse.”
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta Veyne tightens her grip on the Mythic Division… not through dominance… but through control.”
SERPENTA VEYNE DEFEATS MOTHER EARTH VIA SERPENT BITE (SHOULDER CLAW).
The camera cuts from the arena to backstage.
The lighting is colder here.
Industrial.
Harsh shadows stretch across concrete walls.
Hana Nakamura stands centered, microphone in hand.
She is composed—but there is tension in her posture.
Behind her—
They loom.
Frankenstein’s Monster stands at the center.
Still.
Unblinking.
The Mythic Crown Championship rests over his shoulder like a relic, not a prize.
To his right—
Kong.
Arms folded.
Breathing slow.
Heavy.
To his left—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Calm.
Hands clasped behind his back.
Observing.
Hana Nakamura:
“Thank you for joining me…”
A brief glance upward toward the Monster—
“…Doctor.”
She steadies herself.
“Tonight, in our main event, the Mythic Crown Championship will be defended as Frankenstein’s Monster faces Sinbad.”
A beat.
“We’ve seen the tension building for weeks… culminating in last week’s confrontation.”
She turns slightly toward Dr. Frankenstein.
“What is your response to Sinbad’s challenge?”
Dr. Frankenstein does not answer immediately.
He studies Hana.
Then slowly…
He smiles.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Response?”
A soft chuckle.
“My dear… you misunderstand the nature of what you are witnessing.”
He gestures slightly—without looking—toward the Monster.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“There was no challenge.”
A pause.
“There was… recognition.”
Hana blinks, slightly unsettled.
Dr. Frankenstein (continuing):
“Sinbad did not call out the Monster.”
“He revealed himself to it.”
Kong cracks his neck.
A slow, deliberate motion.
The Monster does not move.
Hana Nakamura:
“Sinbad has made it clear he fears no one… that he intends to take the Mythic Crown.”
A beat.
“Do you believe he’s underestimating what he’s facing?”
Dr. Frankenstein’s expression shifts.
Not anger.
Not amusement.
Something colder.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Underestimating?”
He tilts his head.
“No.”
Another pause.
“He understands perfectly.”
He steps slightly closer to Hana.
Not aggressive.
But invasive.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“And that is precisely why he will suffer.”
Hana holds her ground.
Barely.
Hana Nakamura:
“Sinbad has overcome monsters before—”
Kong lets out a low, rumbling growl.
Not loud.
But enough to cut her off.
Dr. Frankenstein raises a hand.
Kong falls silent.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Yes…”
A faint smile returns.
“He has fought monsters.”
A beat.
“But he has never faced…”
He gestures again to the Monster—
“…perfection.”
The Monster slowly lifts its head.
Its eyes lock forward.
Unblinking.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“This creation does not doubt.”
“It does not hesitate.”
“It does not feel fear… or mercy… or fatigue.”
Each word lands heavier than the last.
Dr. Frankenstein (lower):
“It ends things.”
Hana swallows.
But pushes forward.
Hana Nakamura:
“And Kong… your presence here tonight—does that mean we should expect—”
Dr. Frankenstein (interrupting):
“You should expect nothing.”
A sharp shift.
“No interference.”
“No theatrics.”
“No unpredictability.”
He leans in slightly.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Only outcome.”
Silence.
The Monster slowly raises a hand.
Not threatening.
Not dramatic.
Just… deliberate.
It grips the Mythic Crown tighter.
The leather creaks.
Dr. Frankenstein (final):
“Tell Sinbad…”
A pause.
“…to bring everything he believes makes him a legend.”
A faint smile.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“So that it may be taken from him… properly.”
Hana lowers the microphone slightly.
She nods.
Not in agreement.
In understanding.
The camera lingers.
The Monster.
Still.
Unmoving.
Inevitable.
Cut to black.
The torchlight intensifies.
Gold and shadow stretch across the arena.
A cold, deliberate march echoes.
Sir Agravaine emerges.
Armor blackened.
Trimmed in gold.
The Eternal Flame Championship rests across his shoulder—not as a symbol of honor…
…but of control.
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame now rests in the hands of Sir Agravaine… a man who has redefined what it means to wear that crown.”
Brick Brody:
“He didn’t win it clean, and he didn’t keep it clean.”
A grin.
“That’s why he’s still holding it.”
Agravaine enters the ring without acknowledging the crowd.
He does not look outward.
Only forward.
The lights shift.
Warmer.
A soft glow builds.
Sir Galahad steps into view.
White and gold.
Untouched.
Merlin walks beside him.
Measured.
Watching everything.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad… perhaps the purest knight Camelot has to offer.”
Brick Brody:
“Purity doesn’t win titles.”
A pause.
“But we’re about to find out if it survives them.”
Galahad enters the ring.
He does not posture.
He stands.
Ready.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… this contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the Eternal Flame Championship!”
A breath.
“Introducing first, the challenger…”
“Accompanied by Merlin… from Camelot… he is the embodiment of virtue…”
“SIR GALAHAD!”
A respectful roar.
Louie Linville:
“And his opponent…”
He turns.
“The reigning… defending… Eternal Flame Champion…”
“SIR AGRAVAINE!”
Agravaine slowly raises the title.
No pride.
Only possession.
High above—
The camera cuts briefly.
The rafters.
A figure stands.
Still.
Watching.
Myridden.
The bell tolls.
Minute (1)
Julian Ward:
“They meet immediately—no circling—no hesitation—”
“Agravaine strikes first—Argentine Blue Thunder Bomb—driving Galahad into the canvas!”
Galahad rolls through the impact—
“He answers instantly—Pele Kick connects clean!”
Brick Brody:
“Good.”
“Don’t respect him. Hurt him.”
Minute (2)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine presses forward—over the shoulder back-to-belly piledriver!”
Galahad absorbs—
“He responds—Running Shooting Star Press—high risk, perfectly placed!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s fast… but he’s playing a dangerous game staying in close.”
Minute (3)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine lifts again—powerbomb—driven with authority!”
Galahad refuses to break—
“He transitions—Horizontal Gory Special locked in!”
Agravaine strains—
But does not yield.
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… that’s not gonna do it.”
“You don’t make that man quit.”
Minute (4)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine attempts to reassert control—another powerbomb attempt—Galahad disrupts!”
“He turns momentum—forcing Agravaine to adjust—this match tightening in pace.”
Minute (5)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine powers through this time—clean powerbomb—center of the ring!”
Galahad absorbs the impact—
Brick Brody:
“And that’s the difference.”
“When Agravaine hits it clean… it hurts different.”
Minute (6)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine drives a rear high knee—Galahad staggered—”
Merlin steps forward—
“A spell of rejuvenation—restoring the challenger’s strength!”
Brick Brody:
“Oh here we go…”
“Now it’s not just a fight. Now it’s politics.”
Minute (7)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine plants Galahad—over the shoulder piledriver!”
Merlin intervenes again—
“Flash powder—momentary distraction!”
Brick Brody:
“Both sides bending the rules now…”
“That’s how titles stay interesting.”
Minute (8)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine hooks—Willow’s Bell—rope hung DDT!”
Galahad rebounds—
“Running Shooting Star Press again!”
Brick Brody:
“He won’t stay down.”
“That’s either courage… or stupidity.”
Minute (9)
Julian Ward:
“Momentum stalls briefly—Merlin restores Galahad once more—”
“Agravaine absorbs the moment… recalculating.”
Minute (10)
Julian Ward:
“Galahad ascends—The Chosen Fall—630 Senton connects!”
Agravaine absorbs—
But does not stay down.
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… you’re gonna need more than that.”
Minute (11)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine responds—rolling cutter—sharp impact!”
Merlin searches—guidance from the crystal ball—
Brick Brody:
“He’s fighting two men and a prophecy.”
Minute (12)
Julian Ward:
“Back and forth continues—powerbomb from Agravaine—”
“Galahad answers—jumping reverse bulldog!”
Minute (13)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine surges—Argentine Blue Thunder Bomb!”
He covers—
“One—”
Galahad kicks out.
Brick Brody:
“Too early.”
“You don’t finish knights that easy.”
Minute (14)
Julian Ward:
“Both men slow—fatigue setting in—”
“Galahad attempts to rally—Agravaine neutralizes—control maintained.”
Minute (15)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine strikes again—Blue Thunder Bomb—”
Merlin distracts—
“Galahad stays alive.”
Minute (16)
Julian Ward:
“Merlin intervenes again—restoration—”
“Agravaine fights through it—refusing to lose control.”
Minute (17)
Julian Ward:
“Pendulum backbreaker—Galahad driven across the knee—”
Cover—
“One… two—”
Kickout.
Brick Brody:
“Now he’s wearing him down.”
“Piece by piece.”
Minute (18)
Julian Ward:
“Release German suplex—high angle impact—”
Another cover—
Two again.
Minute (19)
Julian Ward:
“Rolling cutter—Agravaine relentless—”
Another attempt—
Galahad survives.
Brick Brody:
“He’s not winning…”
“But he’s not dying either.”
Minute (20)
Julian Ward:
“Both men exchange—German suplex—Pele Kick!”
“The balance shifts again!”
Minute (21)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine attempts control—Galahad counters—tries The Chosen Fall—”
“Agravaine neutralizes it!”
Brick Brody:
“Now that’s big.”
“That’s real big.”
Minute (22)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine—rolling cutter again—”
Cover—
Two—
Galahad endures.
Minute (23)
Julian Ward:
“Willow’s Bell—driven again—”
Another cover—
Still not enough.”
Minute (24)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine plants him—piledriver—”
Merlin mesmerizes the referee—
“Galahad escapes the moment!”
Brick Brody:
“Saved him.”
“Plain and simple.”
Minute (25)
Julian Ward:
“Double underhook facebuster—Agravaine continues the assault—”
Another cover—
Galahad survives again.
Minute (26)
Julian Ward:
“Both men strike—Blue Thunder Bomb—Chosen Fall!”
“Simultaneous impact—neither yielding!”
Minute (27)
Julian Ward:
“Galahad rallies—leg hook belly-to-back suplex!”
Minute (28)
Julian Ward:
“Exchange continues—German suplex—answered with another throw!”
Minute (29)
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine strikes—Galahad answers—Michinoku Driver!”
“The challenger surging late!”
Brick Brody:
“Now he’s dangerous.”
“Now he believes.”
Minute (30)
Julian Ward:
“Final exchange—rear high knee—answered with another suplex—”
“The time—”
A bell sounds.
The referee steps in.
Julian Ward:
“The time limit has expired.”
Silence.
Then a mixed reaction.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad pushed the champion to his limit… but could not claim the crown.”
Brick Brody:
“No winner.”
A scoff.
“That means the champ walks out exactly how he walked in.”
Julian Ward:
“And the Eternal Flame remains… in the hands of Sir Agravaine.”
High above—
Myridden still watches.
Unmoving.
TIME LIMIT DRAW — SIR AGRAVAINE RETAINS THE ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP.
The arena dims.
A chill seems to pass through Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum.
A thin veil of mist rolls over the stage.
From it emerges Yurei Rinn.
Silent.
Pale.
Unsettling.
She does not stride toward the ring so much as drift toward it, her eyes fixed ahead without warmth or expression.
Behind her walks Lord Kurogami, cane in hand, posture straight, his face unreadable beneath the torchlight.
Julian Ward:
“Yurei Rinn has become one of the most unsettling figures aligned with the Blood Oni Syndicate. She brings no noise with her… only dread.”
Brick Brody:
“She fights like a bad dream, Julian. No wasted motion. No emotion. Just damage.”
The lighting changes.
The mist gives way to a cleaner, softer glow.
Sayaka Mizuhana steps onto the stage.
Calm.
Focused.
Balanced.
There is no fear in her expression. Only discipline.
Just behind her comes Lady Ayame Ryu, elegant and composed, fan in hand, eyes already studying the ring like a battlefield map.
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka Mizuhana enters tonight as one of the House of the Dragon’s Veil’s most disciplined representatives. Precision, poise, and control define everything she does.”
Brick Brody:
“And she better keep all of it tonight. Because one mistake against Yurei Rinn… and the whole match turns on you.”
Sayaka enters the ring and stares across at Yurei.
Neither woman blinks.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
He turns sharply.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Lord Kurogami… representing the Blood Oni Syndicate… YUREI RINN!”
A low murmur rolls through the crowd.
Linville pivots.
“And her opponent… accompanied by Lady Ayame Ryu… representing the House of the Dragon’s Veil… SAYAKA MIZUHANA!”
Honest Abe signals for the bell.
The bell rings.
Minute (1)
Yurei strikes first, slipping in with a sudden Reverse Neckbreaker that snaps Sayaka hard to the mat.
But Sayaka answers immediately.
She surges back up, catches Yurei’s momentum, and drives her down with a Running Three Crucifix Powerbomb.
Julian Ward:
“A rapid and violent opening exchange. Yurei lands the neckbreaker first, but Sayaka answers with tremendous force.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you start against somebody like Yurei. You don’t ease in. You hit her hard enough to make her feel it.”
Minute (2)
Yurei regains control and launches Sayaka with a Falcon Arrow, driving her down with precision.
Sayaka rolls to the apron, then springs upward and cracks Yurei with a Superkick Off the Apron, sending Yurei tumbling outside.
Honest Abe begins his count.
Yurei rises slowly and slides back in at six.
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka using the apron as a weapon there. That superkick bought her crucial space.”
Brick Brody:
“And Yurei still didn’t panic. Got back in at six like she planned it. That’s what makes her dangerous.”
Minute (3)
Yurei closes the distance again and cinches in a tight Cobra Clutch, wrenching Sayaka backward and draining the pace from the match.
Sayaka struggles, but Yurei keeps the hold clamped in.
Julian Ward:
“Yurei Rinn slowing the match and forcing Sayaka to fight from underneath.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s smart. Sayaka wants rhythm. Yurei’s choking the rhythm right out of her.”
Minute (4)
Yurei releases the hold only to yank Sayaka backward into another Reverse Neckbreaker.
Sayaka tries to brace, but the impact lands clean.
Julian Ward:
“Again to the neck and upper spine. Yurei has found a target.”
Brick Brody:
“Found it and stayed on it. That’s old-school cruelty right there. Don’t change what’s working.”
Minute (5)
Yurei stalks forward and delivers yet another Reverse Neckbreaker, dropping Sayaka flat.
Sayaka absorbs the impact and tries to rise, but Yurei’s control is beginning to mount.
Julian Ward:
“Yurei Rinn is building this match around repetition and pressure.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, and every one of those neckbreakers makes the next counter slower. That’s how people get picked apart.”
Minute (6)
Yurei goes back to the same weapon once more, snapping Sayaka down with another Reverse Neckbreaker.
But this time Sayaka answers, surging back with a Dodonpa Crucifix Driver that shakes the ring.
Julian Ward:
“An important response from Sayaka Mizuhana. She needed that.”
Brick Brody:
“She absolutely did. Yurei was starting to own this thing. That Driver reminded her she can still get dropped.”
Minute (7)
Yurei recovers first and again catches Sayaka with a Reverse Neckbreaker.
At ringside, Lady Ayame Ryu subtly steps toward Honest Abe, using Celestial Balance to momentarily mesmerize the referee.
Julian Ward:
“Lady Ayame again trying to alter the flow from ringside.”
Brick Brody:
“Everybody wants an edge, Julian. The clean fight usually dies the second the bell rings.”
Minute (8)
Sayaka attempts a German Suplex.
Yurei reverses.
Yurei transitions into a Cross Armbar.
Sayaka twists free.
Sayaka tries another Dodonpa Crucifix Driver.
Yurei neutralizes it.
A frantic exchange of counters leaves both women resetting.
Julian Ward:
“A tremendous series of reversals there. Neither competitor able to secure control.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the kind of sequence where you find out who stays calm under pressure. Neither one blinked.”
Minute (9)
Yurei explodes forward with a Hammerlock Flipping Powerslam, driving Sayaka down hard.
But Sayaka counters the momentum moments later, pulling Yurei backward into a Wheelbarrow Dragon Sleeper.
The hold is locked in tightly.
Yurei refuses to submit.
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka Mizuhana with perhaps her strongest opening of the match. Yurei Rinn is trapped.”
Brick Brody:
“That hold is nasty. But Yurei’s the kind that’ll let something tear before she gives you the satisfaction.”
Minute (10)
Yurei escapes and immediately seizes Sayaka’s arm, snapping into a Cross Armbar.
At ringside, Lady Ayame again works to distract Honest Abe with Celestial Balance.
In the scramble, Yurei abandons the hold, rolls through, hooks Sayaka’s legs deep—
One… two… three.
The bell rings.
Julian Ward:
“A sudden ending. Yurei Rinn capitalized in the chaos and stole the fall.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what killers do. They don’t ask if it’s pretty. They just take the opening and cash it in.”
Yurei Rinn rises slowly, expression unchanged.
Lord Kurogami gives a slight approving nod from ringside.
Lady Ayame kneels beside Sayaka, helping her sit up while Sayaka looks frustrated but composed.
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka Mizuhana had moments of control in this contest… but Yurei Rinn was relentless, and in the end, the Blood Oni Syndicate claims the victory.”
Brick Brody:
“Sayaka fought well. Didn’t matter. Yurei doesn’t need a lot of room to finish somebody.”
Julian Ward:
“And the tension between the Blood Oni Syndicate and the House of the Dragon’s Veil grows heavier still.”
YUREI RINN DEFEATS SAYAKA MIZUHANA VIA PINFALL AFTER THE CROSS ARMBAR SEQUENCE.
The camera cuts backstage.
Torchlight flickers against cold stone walls.
The air feels heavier here.
Quieter.
Hana Nakamura stands ready, microphone in hand.
Her expression is composed—but cautious.
Because standing across from her…
Is Morgana Le Faye.
Morgana stands draped in dark, flowing robes.
Elegant.
Unbothered.
Her presence is not loud—
It is commanding.
Her eyes gleam with quiet calculation.
Hana Nakamura:
“Ladies and gentlemen… I am joined at this time by a member of the Broken Crown…”
She steadies herself.
“Morgana Le Faye.”
Morgana offers only the faintest smile.
Not warm.
Not welcoming.
Hana Nakamura:
“Morgana… in recent weeks we’ve seen Snow White continue to rise within the Mythic Division—”
A slight reaction from Morgana.
Amusement.
Hana Nakamura (continuing):
“She’s gained momentum… and many are beginning to view her as a legitimate threat.”
A beat.
“What is your response to Snow White?”
Morgana exhales softly.
A quiet laugh.
Morgana Le Faye:
“A threat?”
She tilts her head.
“Is that what we are calling her now?”
She steps forward slightly.
Not aggressive.
But deliberate.
Morgana Le Faye:
“Snow White is not a threat.”
A pause.
“She is a story.”
Hana watches carefully.
Morgana Le Faye:
“A fragile, predictable little story people tell themselves… because they need something to believe in.”
Her eyes narrow slightly.
Morgana Le Faye:
“She smiles… she fights with ‘heart’… she survives just enough to make people think she belongs here.”
A faint smirk.
Morgana Le Faye:
“But this is not a storybook.”
A beat.
“This is Dark Fable.”
Her tone sharpens.
Morgana Le Faye:
“And in this world…”
“…hope is not rewarded.”
“It is punished.”
Hana shifts slightly, pressing forward.
Hana Nakamura:
“Snow White has overcome difficult opponents… and continues to prove—”
Morgana raises a single finger.
Hana stops.
Morgana Le Faye:
“She has proven… that she can struggle.”
A pause.
“That she can endure.”
Another step closer.
Morgana Le Faye:
“But she has not yet proven… that she can survive us.”
A silence settles between them.
Hana takes a breath.
Changes direction.
Hana Nakamura:
“Morgana… earlier tonight, once again, we saw Myridden watching from the rafters during the Eternal Flame Championship match.”
A beat.
“There are many questions about his presence… and his connection to the Broken Crown.”
She looks directly at Morgana.
“Can you tell us what role Myridden plays?”
Morgana’s expression changes.
The faint smile disappears.
For the first time—
There is something colder behind her eyes.
Morgana Le Faye:
“Myridden…”
She lets the name sit in the air.
A slow step forward.
Closer to Hana.
Morgana Le Faye:
“…is not a question for you.”
Hana doesn’t move.
But her grip tightens slightly on the microphone.
Morgana Le Faye:
“He is not a mystery for the audience to solve.”
Her voice lowers.
Morgana Le Faye:
“And he is certainly not a subject for casual discussion… in interviews.”
A pause.
Morgana Le Faye (firm):
“Myridden…”
“…is Broken Crown business.”
She leans in slightly.
Just enough to make it personal.
Morgana Le Faye:
“And Broken Crown business…”
“…belongs to no one else.”
Silence.
Morgana straightens.
The calm returns.
As if nothing happened.
She gives Hana one last look.
Measured.
Knowing.
Then turns.
And walks away into the shadows.
Hana exhales slowly.
Re-centers.
Hana Nakamura:
“…Back to you.”
The camera lingers on the empty corridor.
Torchlight flickers.
The shadows feel deeper than before.
Fade out.
The torches flare violently.
War drums echo.
From the shadows—
Mordred emerges.
Cold.
Seething.
Behind him march the Dread Knights.
Identical.
Unfeeling.
Executioners, not men.
Julian Ward:
“The Broken Crown enters tonight not simply to win… but to reassert control after recent fractures.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, because they’ve been slipping.”
A pause.
“And Mordred knows it.”
The lights shift.
Golden.
King Arthur steps forward.
Armor gleaming.
Purpose unwavering.
To his side—
Robin Hood, focused, ready.
And Hansel…
quiet.
Watching.
Julian Ward:
“For perhaps the first time, Camelot and Sherwood stand fully united.”
Brick Brody:
“Don’t get romantic, Julian.”
He smirks.
“They’re not united. They just hate Mordred more than each other.”
High above—
The camera cuts briefly.
The rafters.
Myridden stands.
Watching.
Unmoving.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“The following six-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”
He gestures.
“Introducing first… representing the Broken Crown…”
“MORDRED… AND THE DREAD KNIGHTS!”
Boos rain down.
“And their opponents…”
“Representing Camelot and Sherwood…”
“KING ARTHUR… ROBIN HOOD… AND HANSEL!”
The bell tolls.
Minute (1)
Julian Ward:
“Immediate chaos—Arthur, Robin, and Hansel surge forward—”
“Atomic knee drop from Hansel—King’s Decree from Arthur—Pumphandle kneecap brainbuster from Robin!”
Mordred is overwhelmed—
But answers—
“Downward Spiral—cutting through the assault!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you survive a mob.”
“Pick one shot… and make it count.”
Minute (2)
Julian Ward:
“Arthur and Robin continue the pressure—flowing DDT—DDT—”
“Mordred fires back with a clothesline—breaking momentum!”
Brick Brody:
“They came in hot… but Mordred’s not gonna stay buried.”
Minute (3)
Julian Ward:
“Hansel and Arthur isolate Mordred—double team—flying forearm smash—abdominal stretch!”
“Mordred struggling to break free—”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trying to wear him down early.”
“Smart… if it works.”
Minute (4)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred escapes—snaps Hansel down with a swinging neckbreaker!”
Brick Brody:
“There it is.”
“One opening… and he takes it.”
Minute (5)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred continues the assault—Hansel absorbing punishment—”
Hansel tags out.
Arthur enters.
Minute (6)
Julian Ward:
“Arthur surges—short arm clothesline connects clean!”
Mordred staggered—
Robin tags in.
Brick Brody:
“Now they’re rotating fresh bodies.”
“That’s how you grind somebody down.”
Minute (7)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred answers—clothesline!”
“Robin counters—pumphandle kneecap brainbuster!”
Brick Brody:
“Robin’s not afraid of him.”
“That’s dangerous… or brave.”
Minute (8)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred regains control—another clothesline—”
He tags out.
Dread Knight 2 enters.
Minute (9)
Julian Ward:
“Dread Knight 2 drives Robin with a forearm smash—”
Robin absorbs—
Brick Brody:
“Fresh enforcer. That’s where things start getting ugly.”
Minute (10)
Julian Ward:
“Robin responds—springboard moonsault—clean impact!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s keeping them honest.”
Minute (11)
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—leg drop from the Knight—superkick from Robin!”
Dread Knight 1 tags in.
Minute (12)
Julian Ward:
“Belly-to-back suplex—answered with a DDT!”
Brick Brody:
“Robin’s carrying a lot right now.”
Minute (13)
Julian Ward:
“Robin takes control—another DDT—”
Cover—
“One—”
Kickout.
Tags made.
Mordred returns.
Arthur returns.
Minute (14)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred strikes—lifting inverted DDT—driving Arthur down!”
Cover—
Two—
Arthur survives.
Brick Brody:
“That was close.”
“Mordred’s starting to find his rhythm.”
Minute (15)
Julian Ward:
“Arthur answers—abdominal stretch—”
Mordred trapped—
Cover—
Broken up by Dread Knight 2!
Brick Brody:
“That’s why you bring backup.”
Minute (16)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred and the Knights attempt a double team—”
Robin reverses—
“Pop-up powerbomb!”
Brick Brody:
“Beautiful timing!”
“Cut them off before they get rolling!”
Minute (17)
Julian Ward:
“Robin continues—DDT—”
Mordred staggered—
Hansel tags in.
Minute (18)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred answers immediately—Downward Spiral!”
Hansel driven into the mat.
Brick Brody:
“Every time they get momentum—Mordred stops it.”
Minute (19)
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—dropkick from Mordred—arm drag from Hansel—”
Mordred tags out.
Dread Knight 2 enters.
Minute (20)
Julian Ward:
“Bearhug locked in—Hansel trapped—”
He refuses to submit.
Brick Brody:
“Kid’s tougher than he looks.”
“But that pressure adds up.”
Minute (21)
Julian Ward:
“Mordred returns—vertical suplex—”
Hansel answers—flying forearm smash!
Brick Brody:
“He’s still fighting.”
“I’ll give him that.”
Minute (22)
Julian Ward:
“Downward Spiral—answered with a spinning toe hold!”
Hansel escapes—
Tags Arthur.
Minute (23)
Julian Ward:
“Arthur and Robin double team—short arm clothesline—superkick!”
“Mordred answers with a vertical suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“This is breaking down fast.”
Minute (24)
Julian Ward:
“Dropkick from Mordred—Arthur answers—abdominal stretch!”
Minute (25)
Julian Ward:
“All three—Arthur, Hansel, Robin—triple team assault!”
“Clothesline—atomic knee drop—bullfrog splash!”
Mordred staggers—
Brick Brody:
“That’s overwhelming force!”
“Even Mordred can’t take that forever!”
Minute (26)
Julian Ward:
“Broken Crown answers—triple team—neckbreaker—Asian spike—leg drop!”
Arthur reverses—
“Indian Deathlock locked in!”
Brick Brody:
“Turned the whole thing around!”
“That’s leadership!”
Minute (27)
Julian Ward:
“Arthur tightens the hold—abdominal stretch applied—”
“Mordred trapped—nowhere to go—”
Mordred struggles—
Reaches—
Fails—
He taps.
The bell tolls.
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur has forced Mordred to submit.”
Brick Brody:
“And that’s a statement.”
“Not just a win… a message.”
Arthur stands tall.
Robin and Hansel beside him.
High above—
Myridden.
Still watching.
But this time—
He does not remain still.
A slight shake of the head.
Disapproval.
Julian Ward:
“Myridden watches… and he does not approve.”
Brick Brody:
“And that’s worse than losing.”
A pause.
“That’s judgment.”
KING ARTHUR, ROBIN HOOD & HANSEL DEFEAT MORDRED & THE DREAD KNIGHTS VIA SUBMISSION (ABDOMINAL STRETCH).
The arena darkens.
A low rumble builds.
A crimson glow bleeds across the stage.
Smoke rises.
Raigen the Blood Oni emerges.
Massive.
Unrelenting.
His presence alone feels like violence waiting to happen.
Behind him—
Lord Kurogami.
Still.
Observing.
Julian Ward:
“Raigen the Blood Oni has made his intentions clear over the past weeks… destruction, domination, and the dismantling of the Dragon’s Veil.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not here to wrestle.”
A pause.
“He’s here to hurt somebody.”
The lighting shifts.
Cool.
Focused.
Takuma Ryujin steps forward.
The Eternal Flame Champion moves with calm intensity.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
At his side—
Lady Ayame Ryu.
Composed.
Eyes locked on Raigen.
Julian Ward:
“Takuma Ryujin has already endured Raigen once before… and survived. Tonight, he looks to end this escalating war.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, and if he doesn’t end it…”
“…Raigen will.”
Takuma enters the ring.
Raigen follows.
The two stand across from each other.
No words.
Only tension.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Lord Kurogami… representing the Blood Oni Syndicate…”
“RAIGEN… THE BLOOD ONI!”
A mixed reaction.
Fear.
Anticipation.
“And his opponent…”
“Accompanied by Lady Ayame Ryu… representing the House of the Dragon’s Veil…”
“TAKUMA RYUJIN!”
The bell tolls.
Minute (1)
Julian Ward:
“Takuma wastes no time—closing the distance—Dash Middle Kicks—rapid strikes to the midsection!”
Raigen absorbs—
But staggers slightly.
Brick Brody:
“That’s smart.”
“Don’t let the big man get set.”
Minute (2)
Julian Ward:
“Both men hesitate—feeling each other out—”
Then explode—
“Kamigoye from Takuma!”
Raigen answers—
“Armbar applied!”
Brick Brody:
“Now that’s a trade!”
“One goes for the kill—other goes for the limb!”
Minute (3)
Julian Ward:
“Takuma powers through—deadlift German suplex—tremendous strength!”
Raigen rises—
Grabs Takuma—
“And throws him out of the ring!”
Takuma crashes to the floor—
The referee begins the count—
“…seven… eight… nine—”
Takuma slides in just in time.
Brick Brody:
“That’s the danger!”
“One mistake and Raigen sends you flying!”
Minute (4)
Julian Ward:
“Takuma immediately transitions—Ankle Lock locked in!”
Raigen tries to power out—
But Takuma drops his weight—
Cranks the hold—
Raigen struggles—
Reaches—
Growls—
Then—
He taps.
The bell tolls.
A stunned reaction.
Julian Ward:
“Takuma Ryujin has done it! He forces Raigen the Blood Oni to submit!”
Brick Brody:
“Whoa—whoa—whoa…”
He leans forward.
“He made him tap.”
A pause.
“That doesn’t happen.”
Takuma releases the hold immediately.
Steps back.
Focused.
Composed.
Raigen pulls himself up.
Furious.
But contained.
For now.
Lady Ayame steps beside Takuma.
Silent approval.
Lord Kurogami watches.
Unblinking.
Julian Ward:
“A decisive victory for Takuma Ryujin tonight… one that may shift the balance in this war between the Dragon’s Veil and the Blood Oni Syndicate.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… but look at Raigen.”
A beat.
“This ain’t over.”
The camera lingers on Raigen.
Breathing heavy.
Eyes burning.
Then cuts.
TAKUMA RYUJIN DEFEATS RAIGEN THE BLOOD ONI VIA SUBMISSION (ANKLE LOCK).
The camera cuts backstage once more.
The setting is different here.
Not industrial.
Not cold.
Stone walls.
Torchlight.
Banners bearing the crest of Camelot.
Hana Nakamura stands centered.
Composed.
Respectful.
Beside her—
King Arthur.
Still in battle gear.
Slight signs of wear from the match—
But posture unshaken.
Presence unwavering.
Just behind him—
Merlin.
Quiet.
Observing.
Hana Nakamura:
“Ladies and gentlemen… I am joined at this time by King Arthur… accompanied by Merlin.”
She turns toward Arthur.
“Arthur… earlier tonight you secured a major victory alongside Robin Hood and Hansel… defeating Mordred and the Dread Knights.”
A beat.
“But beyond that… your focus has become increasingly clear.”
She gestures slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“The Mythic Crown Championship.”
Arthur nods once.
Measured.
Hana Nakamura:
“You have spoken before about responsibility… about what the crown represents.”
A pause.
“Why is the Mythic Crown your next pursuit?”
Arthur takes a breath.
Not rushed.
Not emotional.
Deliberate.
King Arthur:
“I once believed a crown was something you were given.”
A beat.
“A birthright.”
He shakes his head slightly.
King Arthur:
“I was wrong.”
Merlin watches quietly.
King Arthur:
“A crown is not given.”
“It is earned… and then defended.”
Arthur looks directly ahead.
Not at Hana.
Not at the camera.
Beyond it.
King Arthur:
“The Mythic Crown is not just a title.”
“It is a symbol of who stands at the center of this world.”
A pause.
King Arthur:
“And right now…”
“…that center is unstable.”
Hana listens closely.
King Arthur:
“Frankenstein’s Monster is powerful.”
“No one denies that.”
A slight shift.
King Arthur:
“But power… without purpose…”
“…leaves a void.”
Merlin subtly nods behind him.
King Arthur:
“And where there is a void…”
“…darkness gathers.”
Hana steps in.
Hana Nakamura:
“So your pursuit of the Mythic Crown… is about restoring balance?”
Arthur finally looks toward her.
King Arthur:
“It is about responsibility.”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“I will not allow that crown to become a symbol of fear.”
Silence hangs for a moment.
Hana shifts to her next question.
Hana Nakamura:
“Arthur… tonight—and in recent weeks—we have repeatedly seen a mysterious figure… Myridden… watching from the rafters.”
A pause.
“His presence seems closely tied to the Broken Crown.”
She studies Arthur.
Hana Nakamura:
“What is your understanding of Myridden?”
Arthur’s expression tightens slightly.
Not fear.
Recognition.
Merlin steps forward just slightly—
But says nothing.
King Arthur:
“Myridden…”
He lets the name sit.
King Arthur:
“…is not new.”
Hana leans in slightly.
King Arthur:
“He is not a shadow that has just appeared.”
“He is a shadow that has returned.”
A flicker of tension crosses Merlin’s face.
Subtle.
But present.
King Arthur:
“The Broken Crown believes they command him.”
A pause.
King Arthur:
“They are mistaken.”
Hana’s eyes narrow slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“You’re suggesting… Myridden is not under their control?”
Arthur looks past her again.
King Arthur:
“I am saying…”
“…they do not understand what they are dealing with.”
A heavier silence settles.
King Arthur:
“And when men believe they control something they do not…”
“…they become the first to fall to it.”
Merlin finally speaks.
Softly.
Merlin:
“The veil between watcher and participant… grows thinner.”
Arthur nods once.
King Arthur:
“Mordred seeks power.”
“The Broken Crown seeks dominance.”
His voice lowers.
King Arthur:
“But Myridden…”
A pause.
King Arthur:
“…is watching for something else.”
Hana steadies herself.
Hana Nakamura:
“And what is that?”
Arthur looks directly into the camera now.
King Arthur:
“Judgment.”
Silence.
Merlin places a hand lightly on Arthur’s shoulder.
Not reassurance.
Recognition.
Arthur turns.
Begins to walk.
Merlin follows.
Hana remains.
Processing.
Hana Nakamura:
“…Back to you.”
The camera lingers on the Camelot banners.
The torchlight flickers.
Somewhere…
Unseen…
Something is still watching.
Fade out.
The arena darkens.
A low hum fills the coliseum.
The lights flicker.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
They stabilize.
Frankenstein’s Monster stands at the entrance.
Already there.
As if it had always been there.
The Mythic Crown Championship rests over his shoulder.
Heavy.
Ancient.
Behind him—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Hands clasped.
Proud.
Certain.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown rests on something that does not feel doubt… does not feel fear… and may not feel anything at all.”
Brick Brody:
“And that’s why it’s dangerous.”
A pause.
“You can’t reason with that.”
The lights shift.
Warm.
Adventurous.
Sinbad bursts onto the stage.
Energy.
Fire.
Defiance.
He points toward the ring.
Toward the Monster.
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad has never backed down from a challenge… but tonight may be the greatest test of his career.”
Brick Brody:
“He asked for this.”
A smirk.
“Now he’s gotta survive it.”
Sinbad slides into the ring.
The Monster does not move.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!”
“Introducing first… the challenger… SINBAD!”
A strong reaction.
“And his opponent…”
“The reigning… defending… Mythic Crown Champion…”
“FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!”
The Monster slowly raises the title.
High above—
Lightning cracks across the rafters.
The bell tolls.
Minute (1)
Julian Ward:
“The Monster strikes first—HEAVY HAND—crushing blow across the back of Sinbad!”
Sinbad stumbles—
Absorbs it.
Brick Brody:
“That’s like getting hit with a brick wall.”
Minute (2)
Julian Ward:
“GRAVEYARD SLAM—driving Sinbad into the canvas!”
Sinbad answers—
“Short arm lariat!”
Brick Brody:
“Good! Hit him back!”
“You can’t just take it!”
Minute (3)
Julian Ward:
“Elbow drop from the Monster—”
Sinbad fires back—
“Open-hand chops—rapid strikes!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to wake him up!”
“Problem is… I don’t think that thing sleeps!”
Minute (4)
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein—interference—introducing a chair—”
The Monster capitalizes—
Sinbad counters—
“Inverted facelock backbreaker!”
Brick Brody:
“There it is! That’s the opening!”
“But you gotta follow it up!”
Minute (5)
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad pressing now—short arm lariat connects!”
“The challenger finding momentum!”
Brick Brody:
“Stay on him! Don’t give him space!”
Minute (6)
Julian Ward:
“Monster answers—STITCHED SLAM!”
Sinbad fires back again—
“Another lariat!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s hanging in!”
“I’ll give him that!”
Minute (7)
Julian Ward:
“THE BOLT DRIVER—massive impact!”
Cover—
“One… two—”
Sinbad kicks out!
Brick Brody:
“Okay!”
“Now I’m impressed!”
Minute (8)
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad rallies—Inverted Facelock Backbreaker!”
“The challenger refusing to stay down!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s heart right there!”
“But heart don’t always win!”
Minute (9)
Julian Ward:
“THE CLAMP locked in—Monster bending Sinbad across the knee—”
Sinbad refuses to submit!
Brick Brody:
“He’s tough…”
“Too tough for his own good maybe!”
Minute (10)
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—elbow drop—Cross Armbreaker applied by Sinbad!”
The Monster does not submit.
Brick Brody:
“Look at that!”
“He’s got it locked in—and it doesn’t matter!”
Minute (11)
Julian Ward:
“STITCHED SLAM again—”
Sinbad answers—
“Running head kick!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s still got fight!”
“I don’t know how—but he does!”
Minute (12)
Julian Ward:
“DEADWEIGHT DROP—”
Sinbad counters—
“Hammerlock DDT!”
“The challenger surging!”
Brick Brody:
“Now’s your shot, kid!”
“Take it!”
Minute (13)
Julian Ward:
“THE FLAT LINER—running powerslam from the Monster!”
Cover—
“One—”
Sinbad kicks out again!
Brick Brody:
“He will not stay down!”
Minute (14)
Julian Ward:
“GRAVEYARD SLAM—center of the ring!”
Cover—
“One… two… three—”
The bell tolls.
Silence.
Then a heavy reaction.
Julian Ward:
“Frankenstein’s Monster retains the Mythic Crown Championship.”
Brick Brody:
“And in the end…”
A pause.
“…power wins.”
The Monster rises.
Slow.
Unstoppable.
Dr. Frankenstein steps beside him.
Satisfied.
The title is raised.
Then—
The camera cuts.
At the top of the ramp—
King Arthur stands.
Watching.
No emotion.
No fear.
He slowly raises his hand.
Points—
At the Monster.
At the title.
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur… making his intentions unmistakably clear.”
Brick Brody:
“Now that…”
A grin.
“That’s a fight.”
Arthur lowers his hand.
Turns.
Walks to the back.
The Monster does not react.
But its eyes…
Follow.
Fade to black.
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER DEFEATS SINBAD VIA PINFALL (GRAVEYARD SLAM) TO RETAIN THE MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP.
The camera returns to ringside.
The crowd is still buzzing from the main event.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody sit at the desk.
Julian Ward:
“What a night here at Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum.”
A breath.
“Championships defended… rivalries intensified… and the future of the Mythic Division becoming clearer with every passing moment.”
Brick Brody:
“Clearer?”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t know about clearer, Julian.”
A smirk.
“I think it just got more dangerous.”
Julian Ward:
“Earlier tonight, we saw Serpenta Veyne force Mother Earth to submit—continuing to build momentum within the division.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, and she did it clean. That’s the kind of win that gets attention.”
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame Championship match between Sir Agravaine and Sir Galahad pushed both men to their absolute limits…”
Brick Brody:
“And still didn’t settle a thing.”
He leans forward.
“That’s unfinished business if I’ve ever seen it.”
Julian Ward:
“Yurei Rinn picked up a controversial victory over Sayaka Mizuhana—thanks in part to the ever-present influence surrounding both factions.”
Brick Brody:
“Everybody’s got backup now, Julian.”
“Question is… who’s got the right backup.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our six-man tag team match… King Arthur, Robin Hood, and Hansel stood united to defeat Mordred and the Dread Knights.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and Mordred tapping out?”
He lets that hang.
“That’s gonna have consequences.”
Julian Ward:
“Takuma Ryujin scored a decisive submission victory over Raigen the Blood Oni—”
Brick Brody:
“And that one…”
He points toward the ring.
“That one is FAR from over.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A beat.
“Frankenstein’s Monster retained the Mythic Crown Championship, defeating Sinbad in a hard-fought battle.”
Brick Brody:
“Sinbad brought it.”
A nod.
“But in the end… the Monster’s still the Monster.”
Julian Ward:
“And perhaps most importantly…”
A pause.
“King Arthur has made his intentions clear.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah.”
A grin.
“He wants the crown.”
Julian Ward:
“But standing in his way… is something unlike anything Camelot has ever faced.”
A brief pause.
Julian Ward (shifting tone):
“Ladies and gentlemen, we do have an important programming note.”
Brick Brody:
“Oh yeah… this is big.”
Julian Ward:
“There will be no Dark Fable next week…”
A beat.
“Because next week…”
The crowd begins to stir.
Julian Ward:
“…is WRESTLEFEST — GOOD FRIDAY!”
A roar from the crowd.
Brick Brody:
“Now THAT’S a lineup!”
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Division will take center stage… with five major matches that will reshape the landscape.”
Julian Ward (continuing):
“To determine the number one contender for the Mythic Crown Championship…”
“King Arthur…”
“Robin Hood…”
“And Hansel…”
“…will collide in a Triple Threat Match!”
Brick Brody:
“Now that’s interesting.”
“Allies tonight… enemies next week.”
Julian Ward:
“And after their time-limit draw…”
“Sir Agravaine will defend the Eternal Flame Championship once again…”
“…against Sir Galahad…”
“…this time with NO TIME LIMIT!”
Brick Brody:
“No excuses.”
“No escape.”
“Somebody’s leaving with that title. Period.”
Julian Ward:
“To determine the number one contender for the Queen of the North Championship…”
“Snow White…”
“Morgana Le Faye…”
“And Sayaka Mizuhana…”
“…will face off in a Triple Threat Match!”
Brick Brody:
“That one’s gonna be chaos.”
“Three completely different worlds colliding.”
Julian Ward:
“In tag team action…”
“Kong and Ogre…”
“…will challenge for the Universal Tag Team Championship…”
“…against the champions coming out of Madness!”
Brick Brody:
“Whoever walks out of Madness better be ready…”
“…because those two are wrecking machines.”
Julian Ward (final build):
“And in what may be the most dangerous match of them all…”
“Raigen the Blood Oni…”
“Takuma Ryujin…”
“…will meet one more time…”
“…in a DEATH MATCH.”
The crowd erupts.
Brick Brody:
“Yeah…”
He leans back.
“That’s not a match.”
“That’s a war.”
Julian Ward:
“The stakes have never been higher… the danger has never been greater…”
“And the Mythic Division marches toward WrestleFest.”
Brick Brody:
“And after that…”
A grin.
“We’ll see what’s left.”
Julian Ward:
“For Brick Brody, I’m Julian Ward…”
“Goodnight… from Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum.”
The camera pulls back.
The ring sits empty.
Torchlight flickers.
High above—
The rafters.
A shadow.
Watching.
Fade to black.
The show has ended.
The arena is empty.
Backstage.
Deep within Camelot Coliseum.
A long stone corridor.
Torchlight flickers against ancient walls.
No crowd.
No noise.
Just silence.
A single figure stands in the corridor.
Merlin.
No staff raised.
No power displayed.
Just presence.
He exhales slowly.
Merlin:
“I felt it…”
A pause.
Merlin:
“The moment you returned.”
Silence.
A distant sound.
…strike…
Merlin’s eyes shift slightly.
Not surprised.
…strike…
The sound grows closer.
Measured.
Deliberate.
…strike…
From the far end of the corridor—
A figure emerges from shadow.
Myridden.
His staff taps the stone floor with each step.
Echoing.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
He does not rush.
He does not posture.
He simply arrives.
Merlin watches him approach.
There is no fear in his eyes.
Only something quieter.
Regret.
Myridden stops several feet away.
The torchlight flickers between them.
Neither man moves.
Years of history sit in the silence.
Merlin speaks first.
Soft.
Merlin:
“I had hoped…”
A breath.
Merlin:
“…you would choose differently.”
Myridden tilts his head slightly.
Studying him.
Myridden:
“I did.”
Merlin’s eyes narrow.
Searching.
Merlin:
“You chose ruin.”
Myridden answers without hesitation.
Myridden:
“I chose truth.”
The words settle.
Heavy.
Merlin steps forward.
Not aggressive.
But closer.
Merlin:
“I taught you to see possibility.”
Myridden steps forward as well.
Now closer.
Equal.
Opposite.
Myridden:
“You taught me to see.”
A beat.
Myridden:
“You taught me to stop lying to myself.”
Merlin’s grip tightens slightly.
Not anger.
Pain.
Merlin:
“Mordred will destroy everything.”
Myridden does not blink.
Myridden:
“Yes.”
A pause.
Myridden:
“That is why he must win.”
The torchlight flickers harder.
As if reacting.
Merlin shakes his head.
Slow.
Merlin:
“You were like a son to me.”
For the briefest moment—
Something passes through Myridden’s expression.
A memory.
Then—
Gone.
Myridden:
“And you were a man who could not finish what he began.”
Merlin absorbs it.
Does not respond in anger.
Merlin:
“I will stop him.”
Myridden steps closer.
Now face-to-face.
Myridden:
“No.”
A beat.
Myridden:
“You will watch.”
Silence.
The air feels heavier.
Thicker.
Merlin looks directly into his eyes.
Merlin:
“I still see you.”
A pause.
Myridden answers with certainty.
Myridden:
“No.”
A beat.
Myridden:
“You see who I was.”
He turns.
Begins walking past Merlin.
Stops.
Without turning back—
Myridden:
“I see what you refused to become.”
…strike…
He continues walking.
Staff echoing down the corridor.
…strike…
…strike…
Merlin remains.
Still.
He does not turn.
Does not call after him.
Only stands.
The torchlight flickers.
For a moment—
The corridor feels darker.
Merlin finally exhales.
Quiet.
Not defeated.
But aware.
The war has already begun.
Fade to black.
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