Aired - April 10, 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—slower this time.)
Voice-over (smooth, ominous):
“Once upon a time… they told you monsters weren’t real.”
(beat)
“They were wrong.”
(The ink burns darker now—spreading like rot across the page.)
“Here… they don’t hide.”
“They reign.”
(The words sear 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 Q2
1) Frankenstein’s Monster — Mythic Crown Champion
(Lightning rends the sky. Thunder shakes the frame.)
Mordred swings with fury—desperation made flesh.
The Monster does not fall.
He absorbs. Endures. Advances.
A hand clamps around Mordred—lifting him as if he weighs nothing.
A devastating slam. The ring buckles.
Silence—then impact echoes like judgment.
The Monster stands over him. Crown claimed. Not won—taken.
2) The Enforcers — Kong & Ogre
(Steel chains drag across stone. Heavy footsteps echo.)
Kong crushes a man into the mat with raw force—no finesse, only inevitability.
Ogre follows—lifting, driving, ending.
Tag precision without mercy.
Two bodies fall.
Two monsters stand.
Gold raised—not in celebration… but in ownership.
3) King Arthur
(A sword is driven into the ground. The camera circles.)
Arthur rises from one knee—battle-worn, unbroken.
A strike dodged. A counter delivered clean.
Another opponent falls. Then another.
He does not roar.
He does not boast.
He simply stands…
The last one left.
4) Takuma Ryujin
(A dragon’s silhouette coils through smoke.)
Takuma explodes forward—precision wrapped in violence.
A brutal strike combination snaps his opponent backward.
Then—final impact. Sudden. Absolute.
He kneels for a moment… not in weakness—
But in control.
5) Morgana Le Faye
(Dark mist curls across the screen.)
Her opponent charges.
Morgana does not move—until it’s already over.
A twist. A trap. A cruel, inevitable finish.
She rises slowly, eyes cold.
This was never a match.
It was a lesson.
6) Blonde Bombshells — Alice & Dorothy
(Bright light flickers… then distorts.)
Alice spins through an opponent—fluid, sharp.
Dorothy follows—precise, perfectly timed.
Double-team execution—clean, ruthless, synchronized.
They stand side by side.
Not innocence.
Not nostalgia.
Something sharper… wearing a familiar face.
7) Robin Hood
(An arrow cuts across the screen—transitioning the shot.)
Robin slips a strike by inches.
Counters instantly—clean, efficient.
Another opponent falls to precision, not power.
He looks into the hard cam—calm, defiant.
A thief.
A hero.
A problem.
8) Monsters of Myth — Hydra Veyne, Medussa Nemesis, Serpenta Veyne
(A low hiss fills the air. Multiple shadows move at once.)
Hydra overwhelms—relentless, many-headed offense.
Medussa strikes—cold, calculated, finishing with venom.
Serpenta coils and crushes—tight, suffocating control.
Three forces. One presence.
They do not fight for victory.
They consume it.
(The choir rises. War drums thunder beneath it.)
(The arena appears—lit like a cathedral built for conflict.)
Voice-over:
“This isn’t the North.”
“This isn’t the light.”
(beat)
“In DARK FABLE… the story doesn’t end happily.”
(The music drops—just the bell now.)
“It ends… with a winner.”
(beat—longer than before)
“And now… the winners are changing the story.”
“This… is DARK FABLE.”
The camera rises from the stone floor of Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum, drifting through a sea of torchlight and shadow.
The crowd is alive—but not joyous.
They are invested.
They are waiting.
They are choosing sides.
Banners hang like declarations of war.
A group near the front holds a black-and-gold standard reading:
“THE KING ENDURES”
Fans clad in medieval-styled armor replicas pound the barricade, chanting for King Arthur.
Nearby, a cluster of purists in white cloaks raise polished shields bearing a single phrase:
“GALAHAD = WORTHY”
A hand-painted sign reads:
“THE FLAME CHOSE RIGHT”
In the upper tiers, green-hooded supporters wave tattered flags for Robin Hood, one large banner stretched across three sections:
“STEAL FROM KINGS — FIGHT FOR THE PEOPLE”
Not far from them, a darker energy brews.
Fans wearing crude iron masks and chain-wrapped fists hold up brutalist signs:
“ENFORCERS RUN THE REALM”
“KONG & OGRE = POWER”
A child sits on a parent’s shoulders wearing a stitched mask resembling Ogre, pounding their chest in imitation.
And then—
The lights dim further.
A quieter pocket of the arena raises flickering lanterns.
Black shirts. Sleep-starved eyes.
One sign, written in smeared charcoal:
“WE DREAM IN SAND”
Another:
“SANDMAN SEES YOU”
The camera settles at ringside.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody sit behind the announce desk, lit only by a cold, flickering overhead light.
Julian Ward:
“From Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum… this is Dark Fable.”
A pause. The crowd hums behind him like distant thunder.
Julian Ward:
“Last week at Wrestlefest Good Friday, the balance of this realm shifted—not with celebration… but with consequence.”
Brick Brody:
“Shifted? No, Julian—it got broken. Snapped clean in half. That’s what happens when people stop pretending this is about honor and start fighting like it matters.”
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur endured a trial of three and emerged as the number one contender to the Mythic Crown.”
Brick Brody:
“And he earned every inch of it. No throne, no speeches—just a fight. That’s the Arthur I can stomach.”
Julian Ward:
“Morgana Le Faye also claimed her place as number one contender… a victory that may carry consequences far beyond a single title.”
Brick Brody:
“Consequences? You mean fear. That woman doesn’t win matches—she infects them. And now she’s circling gold.”
Julian Ward:
“The Universal Tag Team Division was forever altered… as Kong and Ogre—The Enforcers—claimed championship gold.”
The camera briefly cuts to a shot of fans pounding the barricade, chanting: “EN-FOR-CERS! EN-FOR-CERS!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a team—that’s a sentence. You step in the ring with them, you don’t lose… you survive. Maybe.”
Julian Ward:
“And in perhaps the most defining moment of the night… Sir Galahad defeated Sir Agravaine to become the new Eternal Flame Champion.”
A section of the crowd erupts in approval.
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… and somewhere in the dark, Agravaine’s grinding his teeth down to dust. Because that wasn’t just a loss—that was exposure.”
Julian Ward:
“Not all factions left Wrestlefest intact. Reports indicate unrest within the Blood Oni Syndicate… as Lord Kurogami has made his displeasure with Raigen’s failure… unmistakably clear.”
A brief visual flashes on screen—Kurogami’s cold stare, Raigen kneeling.
Brick Brody:
“That’s the problem with monsters, Julian. They don’t tolerate weakness. And Raigen just showed the whole world he can bleed.”
Julian Ward:
“And finally… a presence long whispered about stepped fully into the light.”
The arena darkens slightly.
A faint, uneasy murmur spreads.
Julian Ward:
“Myridden… has arrived.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… and I don’t like it. Not because he’s loud—not because he cheats—but because he doesn’t have to do either. Guys like that don’t manage wrestlers… they steer outcomes.”
Julian Ward:
“And tonight… his influence will be felt immediately.”
Julian leans forward slightly.
Measured. Certain.
Julian Ward:
“Lady Guinevere, guided by Merlin, faces the chaotic cruelty of the Queen of Hearts and her Mad Hatter.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a match—that’s sanity versus madness. And madness cheats better.”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred, now aligned with Myridden, collides with Sir Gawain.”
Brick Brody:
“Gawain’s got honor. Mordred’s got purpose. Guess which one wins fights.”
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur continues his march toward destiny against The Huntsman.”
Brick Brody:
“The Huntsman doesn’t care about destiny. He just ends stories.”
Julian Ward:
“Morgana Le Faye faces Gretel… in what may be less a contest and more a warning.”
Brick Brody:
“Gretel better hope it’s quick.”
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion, Frankenstein’s Monster, enters non-title competition against the Tin Man.”
A low rumble of anticipation rolls through the crowd.
Brick Brody:
“That ‘non-title’ part? Means nothing to me. Somebody’s getting broken.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A deliberate pause.
The weight of it settles.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad defends the Eternal Flame… against the man he dethroned—Sir Agravaine… now backed by Myridden.”
The crowd splits—cheers and dark approval colliding.
Brick Brody:
“There it is. Not redemption. Not justice. Just a man who lost… coming back with something worse behind him.”
Julian Ward:
“Titles change hands. Alliances form. But the truth remains…”
Julian looks directly ahead.
Julian Ward:
“Nothing ends here.”
Brick leans forward, a faint smirk cutting through the dim light.
Brick Brody:
“No, Julian…”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“Things just get meaner.”
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims to a soft, golden glow.
A hush falls—not silence, but reverence.
A single beam of light reveals Merlin standing at the stage… still… composed… watching.
Then she steps forward.
Lady Guinevere.
Not adorned as royalty—but as resolve.
No crown. No excess.
Only purpose.
She walks with quiet certainty, each step measured, each breath controlled.
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere enters not as a queen of comfort… but as a woman who has chosen to stand within consequence.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight she’s stepping into madness. Let’s see how long that composure lasts when the rules stop making sense.”
The lights flicker.
Then break.
A warped melody creeps into the arena—playful… wrong.
The stage distorts in crimson and black.
The Mad Hatter stumbles into view, laughing to himself, tipping his hat to no one.
And then—
She arrives.
Crimson Viper… The Queen of Hearts.
Eyes sharp. Smile thin.
She does not rush.
She owns the space.
Julian Ward:
“The Queen of Hearts does not seek order… she enforces chaos.”
Brick Brody:
“And she’s good at it. Real good. You can’t out-wrestle crazy—you survive it.”
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Merlin… from Camelot… LADY GUINEVERE!”
Measured applause. Respect.
“And her opponent… accompanied by the Mad Hatter… from Wonderland… CRIMSON VIPER… THE QUEEN OF HEARTS!”
A sharper reaction. Uneasy.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere opens with control—driving the Queen of Hearts down with an Alabama Slam. Direct. Decisive.”
Brick Brody:
“Good start. Put her down hard before the nonsense starts. That’s the right idea.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“A Snap DDT attempt—but the Queen neutralizes it, refusing to be dictated to early.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the danger. You think you’ve got control—and suddenly you don’t.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Merlin intervenes—subtle, but effective. A curse cast… but the Queen answers with a release German suplex.”
Brick Brody:
“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Even when she’s losing—she hurts you.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere regains momentum—sit-out piledriver connects clean.”
Brick Brody:
“That’ll knock the chaos right out of you… for a second.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Merlin attempts to bend the referee’s attention—but the Queen reverses the moment—delayed vertical suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“Madness doesn’t follow rules—including Merlin’s.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere takes the fight outside—suicide dive drives the Queen to the floor!”
Brick Brody:
“Now that’s what I like—don’t let her breathe!”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“The Queen attempts to build offense—but Guinevere halts it. Merlin again… reinforcing control.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s trying to keep this structured. That’s survival.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Snap DDT lands. Clean. Controlled.”
Brick Brody:
“Stacking damage. That’s how you beat someone like this—don’t let them recover.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere attempts another slam—but the Queen reverses—belly-to-back suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“And just like that—momentum’s gone.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Air Raid Crash attempt—neutralized again. The Queen continues to disrupt rhythm.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s dragging this into her world.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere goes for a German—but it’s reversed—successive snap suplexes from the Queen!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s damage. That’s real damage.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Merlin attempts to intervene again—but the Queen powers through with another suplex.”
Brick Brody:
“Even with help—Guinevere’s getting worn down.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“The Queen continues the assault—another belly-to-back suplex.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s taking over now.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Merlin distracts—but no immediate payoff. The Queen remains composed.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not falling for it anymore.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere attempts another piledriver—but it’s neutralized.”
Brick Brody:
“That window’s closing.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Snap DDT connects—Guinevere finds space again.”
Brick Brody:
“Still in it. Barely—but still in it.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“The Queen locks in REGAL REIGN—but Guinevere escapes!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s big. That’s real big.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Double underhook powerbomb from Guinevere—but the Queen answers immediately—REGAL REIGN applied!”
Brick Brody:
“Now this is it—break her or lose her!”
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere refuses to submit!”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere escapes and dives again—driving the Queen outside!”
Brick Brody:
“She’s fighting like she knows what’s at stake.”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“The Queen returns fire—release German suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“Every time Guinevere climbs—she gets dragged back down.”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“Air Raid Crash connects! That may be the opening!”
Brick Brody:
“Now finish it!”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Piledriver attempt—but both strike simultaneously—collision of impact!”
Brick Brody:
“Neither one backing down!”
Minute 23
Julian Ward:
“Air Raid Crash again—but the Queen answers with ‘Off With Their Heads!’—both competitors stagger!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s desperation—and it’s dangerous.”
Minute 24
Julian Ward:
“Powerbomb from Guinevere—suplexes from the Queen—this is a war of endurance now.”
Brick Brody:
“No finesse left. Just damage.”
Minute 25
Julian Ward:
“Air Raid Crash attempt—Mad Hatter interferes—chaos at ringside!”
Brick Brody:
“There it is. Knew it was coming.”
Minute 26
Julian Ward:
“Guinevere pushes through—Air Raid Crash connects clean!”
Brick Brody:
“Cover her! Cover her now!”
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Lady Guinevere endures chaos… and imposes order. Not perfectly—but decisively.”
Brick Brody:
“She didn’t out-crazy her—she outlasted her. That’s harder.”
Julian Ward:
“And in doing so… she proves that even within madness… resolve can still shape the outcome.”
LADY GUINEVERE DEFEATS CRIMSON VIPER, QUEEN OF HEARTS VIA PINFALL (AIR RAID CRASH).
The camera cuts from the arena to a dimly lit corridor deep within Camelot Coliseum.
Not the polished hallways.
Stone.
Shadow.
Torchlight flickering against ancient walls.
Hana Nakamura stands poised—microphone in hand—but there is a tension in her posture tonight. Subtle. Controlled.
Behind her…
They are already there.
The Oni Syndicate.
Yurei Rinn stands still as mist—unblinking.
Kaminari Hono (Enrai and Kaen) crackle with restrained energy, like a storm held in human form.
And at the center—
Lord Kurogami.
Cane resting lightly in one hand.
Head slightly tilted.
Waiting.
Watching.
And beside him…
Raigen the Blood Oni.
Silent.
Still.
The weight of failure hanging off him like a second skin.
Hana swallows—barely.
Hana Nakamura:
“Lord Kurogami… last week at Wrestlefest Good Friday, Raigen the Blood Oni fell to Takuma Ryujin in a brutal Texas Death Match. Tonight, many are wondering—what does that loss mean for the future of the Oni Syndicate?”
A pause.
Kurogami does not answer immediately.
He studies her.
Then the camera.
Then—Raigen.
A slow, almost imperceptible nod.
Lord Kurogami:
“The storm was called… and yet… the thunder did not answer.”
A beat.
His eyes never leave the lens.
Lord Kurogami:
“Takuma Ryujin did not steal victory.”
“He fulfilled what had already been written.”
He lightly taps the cane once against the stone floor.
Tok.
Lord Kurogami:
“And Raigen…”
A pause.
Longer this time.
Lord Kurogami:
“Raigen hesitated.”
Raigen does not react.
But Hana’s grip tightens on the microphone.
Lord Kurogami:
“In the Blood Oni lineage… hesitation is not failure.”
Another pause.
Slight tilt of the head.
Lord Kurogami:
“It is… revelation.”
Yurei Rinn shifts slightly in the background.
Enrai and Kaen exchange a glance—but say nothing.
Lord Kurogami:
“The mask cracked.”
His gaze drifts—just briefly—to Raigen.
Then back to the camera.
Lord Kurogami:
“And what lies beneath… is not yet complete.”
Hana’s voice comes quicker than she intends.
Hana Nakamura:
“Are you saying… Raigen isn’t ready?”
A dangerous question.
Kurogami does not turn to her.
He simply answers.
Lord Kurogami:
“Readiness is not declared.”
“It is endured.”
A soft exhale.
Almost… disappointment.
Lord Kurogami:
“The Blood Oni Dojo does not create warriors.”
“It removes what does not belong.”
A faint flicker of fear crosses Hana’s face.
Barely visible.
But real.
Lord Kurogami:
“Raigen may require… further refinement.”
Now—he turns his head.
Slowly.
Looking directly at Raigen.
Lord Kurogami:
“Japan remembers what you were.”
A pause.
Lord Kurogami:
“It will decide what you become.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Raigen lowers his head slightly.
Not in submission.
In acceptance.
Hana’s breath catches—just for a moment.
She tries to maintain composure.
Fails—just slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“Raigen… do you—”
Raigen does not look at her.
Does not acknowledge her.
He steps forward one pace—then stops.
But says nothing.
Kurogami gently raises his cane—blocking the space between them.
Not aggressive.
Final.
Lord Kurogami:
“Words are unnecessary.”
He turns fully toward the camera now.
Eyes steady.
Unblinking.
Lord Kurogami:
“The debt remains.”
A slow breath.
Lord Kurogami:
“And debts… are always paid.”
The torchlight flickers.
The Syndicate turns as one.
And walks into the shadowed corridor.
Hana stands alone.
Still holding the microphone.
Still staring at where Raigen stood.
Something unspoken hanging in the air.
The camera lingers—
Then cuts.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena darkens.
Not with spectacle—
With weight.
A low hum replaces the crowd noise.
Then—
A faint, unnatural distortion ripples across the stage.
Not light.
Not shadow.
Something… between.
And he steps forward.
Myrddin the Hollow.
Not grand.
Not theatrical.
Still.
Watching.
Behind him—
Mordred.
Cold. Focused. Unburdened by doubt.
This is not the same man who fell.
This is something sharpened.
Refined.
Julian Ward:
“Mordred returns… not alone. And perhaps… not unchanged.”
Brick Brody:
“I don’t like this, Julian. I don’t like it at all. That thing behind him—he’s not here to help. He’s here to shape.”
Mordred walks to the ring without acknowledging the crowd.
Myrddin follows slowly.
Measured.
Every step deliberate.
The lights shift.
Gold.
Warm.
Earned.
Merlin stands at the stage—staff in hand.
A quiet breath.
Then—
Sir Gawain emerges.
Confident.
Grounded.
Unshaken.
Julian Ward:
“Gawain represents something enduring… something unbroken.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight he’s walking into something that doesn’t care about honor.”
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Myrddin the Hollow… representing The Broken Crown… MORDRED!”
A darker reaction. Uneasy.
“And his opponent… accompanied by Merlin… representing the Champions of Camelot… SIR GAWAIN!”
Strong approval.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Mordred strikes first—vertical suplex—but Merlin immediately intervenes… mesmerizing the moment.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s Gawain’s edge—he’s never alone in a fight.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Gawain capitalizes—White Noise connects clean. Mordred driven hard into the canvas.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s power. That’s control.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Fallaway slam from Gawain—he’s dictating pace early.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and Mordred’s just taking it.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Mordred answers—sit-out powerbomb—but Gawain fires back instantly—Verdant Oath connects!”
Brick Brody:
“That kick’ll end a lot of fights—cover him!”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred survives the pin attempt.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth exchange—dropkick from Mordred, rolling fireman’s carry from Gawain.”
Brick Brody:
“No control—just impact.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Merlin again influences the referee—Gawain maintains advantage.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah but Mordred’s still standing.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Another fallaway slam—Gawain continues to impose strength.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s winning this fight straight up.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Simultaneous offense—dropkick and slam—neither man yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s pride. That’ll get you hurt.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Vertical suplex from Mordred—but Gawain answers again.”
Brick Brody:
“Mordred can’t keep him down.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Mordred shifts—lifting inverted DDT connects—Gawain forced to defend.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is. That’s the opening.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Mordred continues—another suplex—but Merlin restores Gawain’s resilience.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s balance. That’s Camelot.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Neckbreaker from Mordred—but Gawain answers with White Noise!”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trading damage now.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin moves—subtle… deliberate—strikes Gawain with the staff unseen by the referee!”
Brick Brody:
“There it is. There it is! I told you!”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred capitalizes—cover—Gawain escapes!”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Inverted DDT from Mordred—but Gawain answers with a crucifix powerbomb!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s still fighting through it!”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Mordred strikes again—dropkick lands—Merlin attempts to intervene—”
Brick Brody:
“Too late!”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred hooks the leg—one… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Sustained resistance… undone by a single unseen moment.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what Myrddin brings. Not noise—not chaos—just one decision that changes everything.”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred did not simply win… he adapted.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“And with Myrddin beside him… the path forward may no longer follow the rules we understand.”
MORDRED DEFEATS SIR GAWAIN VIA PINFALL (DROPKICK, FOLLOWING MYRDDIN INTERFERENCE).
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims.
Not into darkness—
Into judgment.
A low, distant war drum echoes.
Then—
A single torch ignites at the stage.
Merlin stands beside it.
Still. Watching.
And then—
King Arthur steps forward.
No spectacle.
No flourish.
Battle-worn. Focused.
A man who has already accepted what comes next.
Julian Ward:
“The number one contender to the Mythic Crown… does not walk toward destiny tonight.”
A beat.
“He walks toward resistance.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that resistance hunts for a living.”
The drum stops.
Silence.
Then—
A sharp crack of wood snapping.
The lights shift to a cold forest hue.
Branches. Shadows.
Predatory.
And from it—
The Huntsman emerges.
Eyes locked forward.
No emotion.
Only purpose.
Julian Ward:
“The Huntsman does not chase glory… only conclusion.”
Brick Brody:
“This is a bad fight for Arthur. No honor. No code. Just survival.”
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Merlin… representing Camelot… the number one contender to the Mythic Crown… KING ARTHUR!”
Strong, respectful reaction.
“And his opponent… from the deep woods… THE HUNTSMAN!”
A more uneasy response.
Before the bell—
Movement at ringside.
The camera shifts.
A figure approaches slowly.
Measured.
Observing.
Dr. Frankenstein.
He does not acknowledge the crowd.
He does not acknowledge Arthur.
He simply watches.
Evaluating.
Calculating.
Julian Ward:
“The architect of the Mythic Crown Champion… now watches closely.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah. He’s not here for Arthur. He’s here to see what’s left of him.”
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Arthur opens with precision—knee drop connects—but the Huntsman answers immediately with a clothesline.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the fight right there—no feeling out, just impact.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Flowing DDT from Arthur—but again the Huntsman responds—vertical suplex.”
Brick Brody:
“You hit him—he hits back. Simple.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Merlin intervenes—disrupting the Huntsman—but he still drives Arthur down with a Neutralizer.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what makes him dangerous. He doesn’t stop.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Arthur begins to take control—atomic drop lands clean.”
Brick Brody:
“Now he’s settling in.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Short-arm clothesline—Arthur building momentum.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s imposing structure now.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Atomic drop again—but the Huntsman fires back with a Woodsman Uppercut.”
Brick Brody:
“And there it is—he breaks rhythm with violence.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Arthur presses forward—another short-arm clothesline.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s wearing him down.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Arthur accelerates—jumping knee drop connects clean.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s control.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Huntsman attempts a slam—but Arthur neutralizes it—maintains composure.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s staying disciplined.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Another knee drop from Arthur—but the Huntsman answers with a spinebuster—and attempts to strike Merlin!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to remove the advantage!”
Julian Ward:
“He fails—but the intent is clear.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Arthur delivers a spinebuster—but the Huntsman responds again—uppercut lands hard.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into a grind.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Both men trade heavy impact—Arthur drives him down again—but the Huntsman answers—gutwrench suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“Cover him!”
Julian Ward:
“Arthur survives the attempt.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Flowing DDT from Arthur—he may have the opening!”
Brick Brody:
“Finish it!”
Julian Ward:
“Huntsman kicks out.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“The Huntsman responds—gutwrench suplex again—Arthur forced to endure.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s dragging him into deep water.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Huntsman attempts control—but Arthur reverses—atomic drop connects.”
Brick Brody:
“Still fighting. Still pushing.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Arthur strikes—short-arm clothesline—”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein… says something at ringside.”
Arthur turns.
Just for a moment.
Just enough.
Brick Brody:
“Oh no… no, no—don’t look away!”
Julian Ward:
“The Huntsman capitalizes—delayed gutwrench suplex—center of the ring—”
Brick Brody:
“That’s it!”
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“A moment… is all it takes.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Arthur did not falter in strength… or resolve.”
Another beat.
“He faltered in attention.”
Brick Brody:
“And that’s all a predator needs. One second. One mistake.”
Julian Ward:
“And now… the number one contender has been reminded…”
A glance toward Dr. Frankenstein at ringside.
Julian Ward:
“That the path to the Monster… is not without consequence.”
THE HUNTSMAN DEFEATS KING ARTHUR VIA PINFALL (DELAYED GUTWRENCH SUPLEX).
The camera cuts to a different part of the arena.
Not shadow.
Not stone.
But something older.
Wood.
Lantern light.
A long table—scarred, worn, real.
The space feels… claimed.
And standing within it—
The Merry Band.
Robin Hood at the center.
Maid Marion beside him.
Little John, arms folded like a gate.
Friar Tuck, calm but watchful.
Lark of Sherwood, sharp-eyed, alert.
They are not scattered anymore.
They are together.
Robin steps forward.
A faint smile.
Not arrogance.
Not quite.
Something more certain.
Robin Hood:
“For a long time… we’ve been fighting piece by piece.”
He glances around.
At each of them.
Robin Hood:
“Different roads. Different battles. Different causes.”
A pause.
He exhales.
Robin Hood:
“That ends tonight.”
He looks directly into the camera.
Robin Hood:
“The Merry Band… is whole again.”
The group shifts subtly—closer, tighter.
A unit.
Robin turns slightly—his expression softens just enough—
He looks at Maid Marion.
She meets his gaze.
Smiles.
Not performative.
Real.
Robin Hood:
“And this time… we’re not just surviving.”
His tone sharpens.
Robin Hood:
“We’re taking.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“Nottingham… April 13th and 14th.”
He gestures outward.
Robin Hood:
“Two nights. Two house shows. Home ground.”
A faint grin.
Robin Hood:
“And if you’ve forgotten what that means…”
He leans slightly toward the camera.
Robin Hood:
“We’ll remind you.”
He steps back—opening the space.
Marion steps forward.
Calm.
Focused.
Maid Marion:
“The North Star Tag Team Titles…”
She glances to Lark.
Maid Marion:
“They’re not symbols.”
Her voice hardens.
Maid Marion:
“They’re targets.”
Lark of Sherwood:
“And we don’t miss.”
Short. Precise.
No wasted words.
Friar Tuck steps forward next.
Hands clasped.
Measured.
Friar Tuck:
“The Universal Tag Team Titles have found new holders.”
A slight nod.
Respect—but not fear.
Friar Tuck:
“Kong and Ogre are strong.”
A pause.
Friar Tuck:
“But strength… without balance… eventually collapses.”
Little John:
“And when it does…”
He cracks his knuckles once.
Slow.
Heavy.
Little John:
“We’ll be there.”
Robin steps forward again.
Now fully centered.
Robin Hood:
“And me…”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“I’ve been patient.”
His eyes sharpen.
Robin Hood:
“Watched kings rise.”
“Watched monsters take crowns.”
“Watched this place decide who matters.”
A step closer to the camera.
Robin Hood:
“I’m done watching.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“The Mythic Crown…”
A faint smirk.
Robin Hood:
“That belongs to whoever’s brave enough to take it.”
Then—
He tilts his head slightly.
Almost amused.
Robin Hood:
“And we’re not done.”
A ripple of curiosity through the group.
Robin turns.
Looks off-camera.
Robin Hood:
“Every band needs a little chaos.”
Footsteps.
Light.
Confident.
And into frame steps—
Will Scarlet.
Dressed sharp.
Too sharp for this place.
A smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
He adjusts his cuffs slowly.
Looks around.
Taking everyone in.
Then—finally—the camera.
Will Scarlet:
“Well… this is charming.”
A beat.
Will Scarlet:
“Wood. Lanterns. Loyalty.”
A soft chuckle.
Will Scarlet:
“I do adore a group that believes in something.”
He steps closer to Robin.
Casual.
Too casual.
Will Scarlet:
“You’ve built something lovely here.”
A pause.
Smile tightens.
Will Scarlet:
“Let’s see how long it survives.”
He turns to the camera.
Eyes sharp now.
Cutting.
Will Scarlet:
“NPCW is full of heroes lately.”
A slight tilt of the head.
Will Scarlet:
“It’s almost… adorable.”
His voice softens—
Dangerously.
Will Scarlet:
“But heroes break the easiest.”
A beat.
Will Scarlet:
“And I do so enjoy… delicate things.”
He smiles.
This time—
No warmth at all.
Robin places a hand lightly on Will’s shoulder.
Not restraining.
Not warning.
Acknowledging.
Robin Hood:
“The Merry Band just got a little bigger.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“And a little more dangerous.”
He looks back to the camera.
Steady.
Certain.
Robin Hood:
“Nottingham… we’re coming home.”
The group stands together.
Unified.
But now—
Changed.
The lantern light flickers.
And for a moment—
Will Scarlet’s smile lingers longer than it should.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims into deep violet shadow.
A low hum fills the space—unnatural, steady.
Then—
Dark mist spills across the stage.
Not smoke.
Not fog.
Something heavier.
And through it—
Myrddin the Hollow.
Still.
Unblinking.
Staff resting lightly in his hand.
Behind him—
Morgana Le Faye.
She does not rush.
She does not acknowledge the crowd.
She simply walks.
Like the outcome has already been written.
Julian Ward:
“Morgana Le Faye steps into the ring tonight not as a contender… but as a certainty.”
Brick Brody:
“And now she’s got him behind her. That’s not help—that’s inevitability.”
The mist dissipates.
A sharp, childlike melody cuts through—
Warped.
Uneasy.
Then—
Gretel bursts onto the stage.
Fast. Intense. Alive.
No fear.
Only forward motion.
Julian Ward:
“Gretel has survived darkness before… but this is something different.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—this isn’t a trap she can escape. This is a wall.”
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Myrddin the Hollow… MORGANA LE FAYE!”
A mixed reaction—fear and awe.
“And her opponent… GRETEL!”
Strong support.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Gretel strikes first—Shining Wizard connects clean. Morgana caught early.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. Hit her fast before the spell sets in.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Morgana answers immediately—Shining Wizard of her own—but Gretel counters with a rolling fireman’s carry.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not backing down. That’s guts.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Morgana begins to take control—another Shining Wizard lands flush.”
Brick Brody:
“And now it starts… once Morgana gets rhythm, it’s over.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Fujiwara armbar applied—but Gretel escapes with a spinning heel kick.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s fighting through it!”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Gretel surges again—another Shining Wizard connects.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s keeping this alive!”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Morgana answers—but Gretel drives her outside with a diving crossbody!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s desperation—and it’s working!”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Half Nelson suplex from Gretel—she’s taking control of this match.”
Brick Brody:
“Didn’t expect this… not against Morgana.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Morgana halts the momentum—Sorceress’s Embrace locked in!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s it—tap her out!”
Julian Ward:
“Gretel refuses to submit.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin attempts to interfere—but Gretel resists the disruption.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s fighting everything right now.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Morgana regains footing—DDT plants Gretel in the center of the ring.”
Brick Brody:
“And now the tide’s turning.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Technical exchange—Morgana transitions to control—but Gretel fires back with another Shining Wizard!”
Brick Brody:
“She won’t go away!”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Morgana strikes—but Gretel answers with the K-360—devastating impact!”
Brick Brody:
“That could be it!”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin strikes—staff to Gretel behind the referee’s view!”
Brick Brody:
“There it is—again!”
Julian Ward:
“Morgana capitalizes—momentum shifting decisively.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Ground Dragon Sleeper applied—but Gretel refuses to yield!”
Brick Brody:
“She’s still fighting… but for how long?”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Fujiwara armbar again—but Gretel escapes—rolling through!”
Brick Brody:
“She’s running on instinct now.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“German suplex from Morgana—but Gretel answers with a pump kick!”
Brick Brody:
“They’re both swinging for the end now.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“DDT from Morgana—cover—Gretel survives!”
Brick Brody:
“Barely.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin strikes again—staff to Gretel—unseen!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s it. That’s the difference.”
Julian Ward:
“Morgana moves in—final strike—cover—”
Brick Brody:
“Done.”
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Gretel fought through impact… through submission… through interference…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“But in the end… she could not overcome inevitability.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not just Morgana anymore. That’s Morgana and Myrddin. And that’s a problem for everyone.”
Julian Ward:
“And as Morgana continues her rise… one truth becomes harder to ignore…”
A glance toward the ring.
Morgana stands.
Myrddin beside her.
Still.
Watching.
Julian Ward:
“This may not be a path anyone can stop.”
MORGANA LE FAYE DEFEATS GRETEL VIA PINFALL (FOLLOWING MYRDDIN INTERFERENCE AND FINAL STRIKE).
Entrances & Introductions
The arena goes dark.
Not dim.
Gone.
A single crack of thunder splits the silence.
Lightning floods the stage—
And he stands there.
Frankenstein’s Monster.
Still.
Unmoving.
Unblinking.
Behind him—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Hands clasped behind his back. Calm. Observing.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion… does not enter as a man defending a title.”
A beat.
“He enters as something that has already proven it cannot be stopped.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight someone’s about to find out what that feels like up close.”
The Monster steps forward.
Each footstep heavy.
Measured.
Inevitable.
A metallic clang echoes.
Rhythmic.
Precise.
Then—
Tin Man emerges.
Controlled. Structured.
Each movement deliberate.
Each step calculated.
Julian Ward:
“The Tin Man brings discipline… structure… and resilience.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but he’s stepping in front of a storm.”
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein… he is the MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPION… FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!”
A heavy reaction—fear, awe.
“And his opponent… THE TIN MAN!”
Strong support.
At ringside—
Dr. Frankenstein takes position.
Watching.
Calculating.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“The Monster strikes first—Flatliner connects with devastating force.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—that’s how you start. Break him early.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Another heavy strike—back smash—but the Tin Man answers with control.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not folding. That’s something.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Flatliner again—Monster pressing advantage—but the Tin Man responds—this becomes a rapid exchange of pin attempts!”
Brick Brody:
“Neither one wants to give an inch!”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein interferes—leg sweep from the outside—but the Tin Man traps the Monster in the Steely Resolve!”
Brick Brody:
“Lock it in! Make him feel it!”
Julian Ward:
“The Monster refuses to submit.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—heavy strikes from the Monster, controlled suplex from the Tin Man.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into a grind.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“The Tin Man begins targeting the leg—methodical, precise.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to slow the Monster down.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Belly-to-belly suplex—Tin Man building momentum.”
Brick Brody:
“This is dangerous territory now.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Leg sweep again—Monster struggling to maintain footing.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s chopping the giant down.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“The Monster throws Tin Man outside—but he returns quickly—still composed.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not rattled.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Flatliner again—Monster regains control—but Tin Man answers with a takeover suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“He just won’t stay down!”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Graveyard Slam attempt—neutralized—Tin Man continues to resist.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s heart… or something like it.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Tin Man reverses—belly-to-belly suplex connects—Monster forced back.”
Brick Brody:
“This is slipping away from him.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Elbow drop attempt—no impact—Tin Man maintains control.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s outmaneuvering him now.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Both men trade strikes—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“Just damage now. Pure damage.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Monster lands heavy—but Tin Man answers—leg sweep again!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s breaking him down piece by piece.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Another exchange—Monster strikes—but Tin Man continues targeting the base.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s close… real close.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Movement at ringside—”
The camera shifts.
King Arthur.
Standing.
Watching.
Silent.
Julian Ward:
“The number one contender… has arrived.”
Brick Brody:
“Oh now this is interesting…”
Julian Ward:
“The Monster turns—just for a moment—”
Brick Brody:
“That’s all it takes!”
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein attempts to refocus him—but the Tin Man strikes—takeover suplex—center of the ring—”
Brick Brody:
“Cover him!”
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“A champion… undone not by weakness… but by division of focus.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“The presence of King Arthur… changed the outcome.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—it’s called payback. You distract him earlier—he returns the favor. Simple.”
Julian Ward:
“But the result remains…”
A glance toward the ring.
Tin Man stands.
Frankenstein’s Monster sits up slowly.
Arthur watches from ringside.
Dr. Frankenstein… calculating.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion… has been defeated.”
TIN MAN DEFEATS FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER VIA PINFALL (TAKEOVER SUPLEX, FOLLOWING DISTRACTION FROM KING ARTHUR).
The camera cuts backstage.
Cold lighting.
Sterile.
Industrial.
Not stone.
Not myth.
Construction.
Creation.
Control.
Hana Nakamura stands in frame, microphone in hand—but her usual warmth is tempered tonight.
Measured.
Careful.
Because behind her—
They are already assembled.
Monster’s Bash.
Kong and Ogre stand like immovable pillars—gold draped over their shoulders, silent and imposing.
Dragon King lurks slightly behind—coiled, watchful, eyes scanning everything.
At the center—
Frankenstein’s Monster.
Still.
Unmoving.
And beside him—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Hands clasped behind his back.
Head slightly lowered.
Breathing… controlled.
But not calm.
Hana hesitates for just a fraction—
Then steps forward.
Hana Nakamura:
“Dr. Frankenstein… earlier tonight, your faction reached an incredible milestone. You now manage the Mythic Crown Champion… and the Universal Tag Team Champions—”
She gestures slightly toward Kong and Ogre.
Hana Nakamura:
“—a dominant force here in NPCW.”
A pause.
She glances toward the Monster.
Hana Nakamura:
“But moments ago… your champion suffered a loss to the Tin Man. What is your response?”
Silence.
Dr. Frankenstein does not look at her.
Not yet.
His gaze is fixed—
On the Monster.
A long pause.
Then—
A slow inhale.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Incredible…?”
A faint tilt of the head.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You use that word… now?”
He turns slightly.
Not toward Hana—
Toward the Monster.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“I did not create… ‘incredible.’”
A step forward.
Slow.
Measured.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“I created perfection.”
The word hangs.
Heavy.
He circles slightly—never taking his eyes off the Monster.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“And yet…”
A pause.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Tonight… I witnessed distraction.”
The word lands like an accusation.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“I witnessed hesitation.”
Another step.
Closer now.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“I witnessed… failure.”
Kong and Ogre remain still.
Dragon King’s eyes narrow slightly.
The Monster—
Does not react.
Does not blink.
Does not move.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You were not defeated by the Tin Man.”
A sharper tone now—controlled, but cutting.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You were defeated by weakness.”
A pause.
He leans slightly closer.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“And weakness… is not part of my design.”
The Monster stands.
Unflinching.
Emotionless.
Taking it.
Absorbing it.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You allowed yourself… to be distracted.”
A slight turn of the head.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“By a man.”
The words drip with disdain.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“A man… who believes himself worthy.”
Now—
He straightens.
Finally turning toward the camera.
Eyes cold.
Precise.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“King Arthur.”
A beat.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You have mistaken proximity… for power.”
Another step forward.
Now addressing the audience—
But still speaking as if to Arthur alone.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You stood at ringside… and believed your presence mattered.”
A faint, humorless smile.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“It did.”
A pause.
Long.
Deliberate.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“Because now… you have been seen.”
The temperature in the room shifts.
Subtle.
But real.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You will not face a champion distracted.”
He gestures—slightly—toward the Monster.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You will face… correction.”
A beat.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“And correction… is never gentle.”
Hana swallows.
Careful.
Hana Nakamura:
“So… what happens next?”
Dr. Frankenstein does not hesitate.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“What happens next… has already begun.”
He turns back toward the Monster.
Studying him.
Evaluating.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“And as for you…”
A pause.
Dr. Frankenstein:
“You will remember… what you are.”
Silence.
The Monster does not respond.
Does not nod.
Does not react.
He simply stands.
As he was made.
Dr. Frankenstein turns away.
Kong and Ogre follow.
Dragon King lingers one moment longer—
Eyes locked forward—
Then turns as well.
They exit.
Hana remains.
Still holding the microphone.
The weight of the words lingering in the air.
The camera holds on her—
Then cuts.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena falls into near darkness.
A single flame ignites at the stage.
Steady.
Unwavering.
And from it—
Merlin emerges.
Staff in hand.
Silent.
Then—
Sir Galahad.
The Eternal Flame Champion.
Not adorned in excess.
Not triumphant.
Certain.
The title rests across his shoulder—not as decoration… but as responsibility.
Julian Ward:
“The Flame has chosen… and tonight, it is tested.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and the man coming for it doesn’t care about being chosen. He wants to take it.”
The flame flickers.
Then distorts.
Darkness bleeds into the light.
The stage fractures into shadow.
And through it—
Myrddin the Hollow.
Still.
Watching.
Behind him—
Sir Agravaine.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Only intent.
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine returns… not to reclaim honor… but to correct what he believes was taken.”
Brick Brody:
“And now he’s got that thing behind him. That’s not a second—that’s a weapon.”
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is your MAIN EVENT… and it is for the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… the challenger… accompanied by Myrddin the Hollow… representing The Broken Crown… SIR AGRAVAINE!”
A tense reaction.
“And his opponent… accompanied by Merlin… he is the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPION… SIR GALAHAD!”
Strong, unified response.
The flame glows brighter.
Then—
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“A measured opening—both men feeling for control—Galahad strikes with a jumping reverse bulldog—but Agravaine answers immediately with a modified cloverleaf.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you start a title fight—no wasted time. Lock him up and make him suffer.”
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine tightens the hold—center of the ring—”
Brick Brody:
“Break him early!”
Julian Ward:
“Galahad refuses to submit.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Both corners now involved—Merlin casts his influence—Myrddin answers in kind—two forces shaping the moment unseen.”
Brick Brody:
“This isn’t just a match anymore—it’s control versus control.”
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine gains brief advantage—but is forced onto the defensive.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Galahad ascends—The Chosen Fall—630 Senton connects with devastating impact!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s it! That’s the kind of move that ends people!”
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine absorbs the blow—but is now vulnerable.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Galahad wastes no time—transitions immediately—Horizontal Gory Special applied—center of the ring—no escape—”
Brick Brody:
“Nowhere to go! Nowhere!”
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine struggles—”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“He submits.”
Julian Ward:
“A decisive conclusion… forged not through chaos… but through clarity.”
A breath.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad does not waver.”
Brick Brody:
“No… he doesn’t. And that’s what makes him dangerous. No hesitation. No doubt. Just execution.”
Julian Ward:
“And Agravaine… even with Myrddin beside him… could not alter the outcome.”
A glance toward the ring.
Galahad stands.
Merlin beside him.
The Flame held high.
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame remains… with the one it chose.”
SIR GALAHAD DEFEATS SIR AGRAVAINE VIA SUBMISSION (HORIZONTAL GORY SPECIAL) TO RETAIN THE ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP.
The camera settles once more at ringside.
The arena is dimmer now.
Not quiet—
But spent.
The echoes of battle still hang in the air like smoke.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody sit beneath the cold overhead light.
The Mythic Crown hangs somewhere above this place.
Unseen.
Felt.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight… consequences did not wait.”
A measured breath.
Julian Ward:
“They arrived.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and they hit hard. No easing into it. No mercy. Just damage.”
Julian Ward:
“Lady Guinevere endured chaos… and proved that structure can still hold… even when madness presses in.”
Brick Brody:
“She didn’t beat the Queen clean—she survived her. That’s the difference.”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred… with Myrddin the Hollow at his side… altered the balance of power.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Gawain stood firm… but the unseen hand proved decisive.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what Myrddin does. One moment. One shift. That’s all it takes.”
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur… the number one contender to the Mythic Crown… was brought down.”
A slight glance toward the stage.
Julian Ward:
“Not by weakness… but by distraction.”
Brick Brody:
“And then he returned the favor. That’s the part I like. No speeches—just payback.”
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion… fell tonight.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Frankenstein’s Monster… defeated by the Tin Man.”
The weight of that lingers.
Brick Brody:
“And now you’ve got a problem. A big one. Because that Monster just got embarrassed—and his creator didn’t like it one bit.”
Julian Ward:
“Morgana Le Faye continues her ascent… now reinforced by Myrddin’s influence.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not just winning anymore—she’s taking control.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A breath.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad reaffirmed his place as Eternal Flame Champion.”
Brick Brody:
“No doubt. No debate. He shut Agravaine down.”
Julian Ward:
“And yet…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“The forces gathering around him… have not diminished.”
The camera slowly pulls back.
The arena stretching into shadow.
Julian Ward:
“And next week… the consequences deepen.”
Brick Brody (leans forward slightly):
“Oh yeah… now we’re talking.”
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion, Frankenstein’s Monster… will face Takuma Ryujin.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Power… against precision.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a fight. That’s a real fight.”
Julian Ward:
“In the Northern Belles division… Lilith steps into the ring against Alice.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not going to be pretty.”
Julian Ward:
“And across the realm…”
“The Dread Knights will march.”
“Dorothy returns to action.”
“Athena steps forward.”
“The Scalekeepers tighten their grip.”
“Kaminari Hono brings the storm.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—next week’s not about settling anything. It’s about making it worse.”
Julian nods slightly.
Julian Ward:
“Nothing resolved.”
“Nothing forgiven.”
A final breath.
Julian Ward:
“Only the path forward… growing darker.”
Brick leans back.
A faint smirk.
Brick Brody:
“Good.”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“That’s where the truth lives.”
The camera lingers on the dimly lit arena.
Torchlight flickering.
Shadows stretching long across the empty ring.
No music.
No relief.
Only aftermath.
Fade to black.
The screen fades in slowly.
The arena is empty now.
The echoes of the night have faded.
Only distant footsteps… and the low hum of the building remain.
A hallway.
Quieter than the others.
Paper lanterns line the walls—soft gold light against dark wood.
A door stands at the end.
Marked subtly—
House of the Dragon’s Veil.
Hana Nakamura stands outside it.
Still in her broadcast attire.
But the composure is gone.
Her hand hovers near the door.
She hesitates.
Then—
She knocks.
Soft.
A moment.
Then the door slides open.
Inside—
Calm.
Ordered.
Incense curls slowly through the air.
At the center of the room—
Lady Ayame Ryu.
Seated.
Poised.
Watching.
She already knew Hana was there.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“You have been standing outside for some time.”
Her voice is gentle.
Measured.
Not surprised.
Hana steps inside.
The door closes behind her.
The world outside… disappears.
Hana Nakamura:
“I didn’t know if I should come.”
A small, strained laugh.
Hana Nakamura:
“I still don’t know if I should.”
Lady Ryu studies her.
Not cold.
Not distant.
Understanding.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“You came anyway.”
A slight nod.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“That is usually when it matters most.”
Hana takes a step forward.
Her voice softens.
Cracks—just slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“It’s Raigen.”
A beat.
She swallows.
Hana Nakamura:
“He’s… not the same.”
Her eyes lower.
Hana Nakamura:
“And now… Kurogami wants to send him back.”
The words come quicker now.
Hana Nakamura:
“To the Blood Oni Dojo.”
Silence.
The lantern light flickers.
Hana Nakamura:
“If he goes back there…”
Her voice drops.
Barely above a whisper.
Hana Nakamura:
“I don’t think he comes back.”
A pause.
Long.
Heavy.
Lady Ryu rises.
Slow.
Graceful.
She steps closer to Hana.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“The Dojo does not teach.”
A soft breath.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“It removes.”
Hana closes her eyes briefly.
The words hit.
Because she already knew.
Hana Nakamura:
“He’s my brother.”
The truth lands between them.
Unspoken until now.
Hana Nakamura:
“I don’t care about factions… or titles… or any of this.”
A step closer.
Desperate—but controlled.
Hana Nakamura:
“I just don’t want to lose him.”
Silence.
Lady Ryu studies her.
Not as an interviewer.
Not as a rival.
As something else.
She reaches out.
Places a hand gently on Hana’s shoulder.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“You have not lost him.”
A pause.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“Not yet.”
Hana looks up.
Searching.
Hana Nakamura:
“Then help me.”
No hesitation now.
Hana Nakamura:
“Please.”
Lady Ryu’s expression shifts.
Subtle.
But decisive.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“The Blood Oni Dojo…”
A breath.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“…is not as sealed as it believes.”
Hana blinks.
Confused.
Hopeful.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“There are eyes within it.”
A beat.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“Loyal… to me.”
The implication settles.
Hana Nakamura:
“You have someone there?”
Lady Ryu nods once.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“I have… a voice.”
A pause.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“And that voice will ensure… he is not broken beyond return.”
Hana exhales—
Relief, fragile but real.
Hana Nakamura:
“You promise?”
Lady Ryu meets her gaze.
Steady.
Certain.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“He will not be lost.”
A beat.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“Not while I still have influence… in that place.”
Hana nods.
Emotion finally breaking through—just slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“Thank you…”
Lady Ryu’s hand remains on her shoulder for a moment longer.
Then withdraws.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“This path… will not be easy.”
A pause.
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“And what returns… may not be what you remember.”
Hana absorbs that.
Doesn’t argue.
Hana Nakamura:
“I just need him to come back.”
Silence.
The lantern light flickers again.
Lady Ryu turns slightly.
Looking toward the far wall.
As if she can already see it—
A distant place.
A darker path.
Lady Ayame Ryu (softly):
“Then we will make sure… he has a path back.”
The camera lingers on the two women.
One desperate.
One composed.
Both standing at the edge of something deeper.
Fade to black.
The screen flickers.
Static.
Then—
An image stabilizes.
Dark Fable’s closing shot lingers on a screen within the scene itself… Julian and Brick fading to black… torchlight dying out.
The broadcast ends.
But the camera does not.
The room is vast.
Stone walls.
High ceilings swallowed by shadow.
No warmth.
No life.
Only authority.
A single throne-like chair sits at the center.
Tall.
Ornate.
Oppressive.
And within it—
A figure.
Face obscured completely by darkness.
Only the outline of posture is visible.
Relaxed.
Too relaxed.
One hand drapes over the armrest.
The other holds a paper.
A flyer.
The camera slowly pushes in.
The flyer reads:
NPCW HOUSE SHOWS — NOTTINGHAM — APRIL 13 & 14
A soft chuckle breaks the silence.
Refined.
Measured.
Mocking.
Mysterious Figure:
“So…”
A pause.
The flyer turns slightly in his hand.
Mysterious Figure:
“The Merry Band… is coming home.”
Another pause.
Longer.
He leans forward just slightly—
Still hidden.
Still unseen.
Mysterious Figure:
“How… nostalgic.”
A faint smile creeps into his voice.
Mysterious Figure:
“I suppose…”
A delicate flick of the flyer.
Mysterious Figure:
“They deserve… an appropriate welcome.”
The word appropriate lingers.
Not kind.
Not welcoming.
Measured. Calculated.
Footsteps echo.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
The sound alone changes the atmosphere.
From control—
To enforcement.
A second figure steps forward… into the dim light.
Towering.
Massive.
Encased in black and gold armor.
A long, flowing coat trails behind him like a shadow given form.
His presence is suffocating.
His eyes—
Glow faintly.
Cold.
Unforgiving.
This is not a man who asks.
This is a man who takes compliance.
He stops just short of the throne.
Head slightly bowed.
Not out of respect—
Out of structure.
Enforcer:
“We will be waiting for them…”
A pause.
He lifts his head.
Eyes burning forward.
Enforcer:
“Boss.”
Silence.
The seated figure does not move.
Not immediately.
Then—
A slow exhale.
Satisfied.
Mysterious Figure:
“Good.”
A slight shift in posture.
Just enough to suggest control tightening.
Mysterious Figure:
“Because this…”
A soft tap of the flyer against the armrest.
Mysterious Figure:
“…is not a reunion.”
A beat.
Mysterious Figure:
“It is a correction.”
The word lands like a verdict.
The enforcer does not respond.
He does not need to.
The camera slowly pulls back.
The throne shrinking into shadow.
The armored figure standing guard.
Unmoving.
Unquestioning.
Mysterious Figure (softly, almost to himself):
“You do not cheer heroes…”
A faint smile in the darkness.
Mysterious Figure:
“…you celebrate disorder.”
A pause.
Long.
Mysterious Figure:
“And disorder… will be brought to heel.”
The screen flickers.
Cuts to black.
No music.
Only silence.
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