Aired - April 17, 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 cuts sharply from the lingering darkness of the opening.
No transition.
No relief.
We are already in the ring.
Alton Bell stands at the center—immaculate, composed… but something beneath the surface is unsettled.
The torchlight flickers across his face.
Not dramatic.
Not theatrical.
Real.
Measured concern.
He raises a microphone slowly.
The crowd hums—not cheering, not booing—waiting.
Alton Bell:
“Welcome… to Dark Fable.”
A pause.
He does not smile.
Alton Bell:
“This is not a place where stories are told…”
A slight tilt of the head.
Alton Bell:
“…it is where they are tested.”
Another pause.
His grip tightens—subtle.
Alton Bell:
“And earlier this week… in Nottingham…”
A shift in the crowd—recognition.
Green-hooded fans begin to stir.
Alton Bell:
“…the Mythic Division returned to a place that does not forget its legends.”
A beat.
Alton Bell:
“A homecoming.”
He lets the word sit.
Alton Bell:
“Robin Hood. The Merry Band. Two nights.”
“Two victories of spirit.”
“Two reminders… of what they represent.”
His tone lowers slightly.
Alton Bell:
“And then… the story changed.”
The arena lights dim further.
Not fully.
Just enough.
Alton Bell turns toward the jumbotron.
Alton Bell:
“Because after night two… something else was written.”
The screen flickers.
Grainy.
Unstable.
Security footage.
Black-and-white.
Time-stamped.
The Merry Band—Robin, Marion, Lark, Tuck, Little John—laughing… relaxed… unguarded.
For a moment—
They are not warriors.
They are people.
Then—
Movement.
From the darkness.
Fast.
Deliberate.
Four figures.
Three men.
One woman.
No hesitation.
No warning.
Impact.
Robin is driven into the wall.
Tuck drops under a brutal strike.
Little John fights—but is overwhelmed.
The three attackers move like they’ve done this before.
Precision.
Purpose.
Marion—
Blindsided.
She hits the ground hard.
The female attacker turns immediately—
To Lark.
No wasted motion.
No emotion.
The beating continues.
Controlled.
Intentional.
The camera shifts—
Just enough—
To catch it.
A figure.
Standing in shadow.
Watching.
Not intervening.
Not reacting.
Observing.
Then—
Two figures burst into frame.
Will Scarlett.
Sir Gawain.
The attackers disengage instantly.
No panic.
No chase.
They disappear back into darkness—
As if they were never there.
The footage cuts.
Static.
Black.
Silence hangs in the arena.
Alton Bell turns back slowly.
Alton Bell:
“The Merry Band… are alive.”
A beat.
Alton Bell:
“Bruised.”
“Tested.”
“But intact.”
His eyes harden.
Just slightly.
Alton Bell:
“But understand this…”
A step forward.
Alton Bell:
“This…”
A small gesture toward the screen.
Alton Bell:
“…is not accepted here.”
The crowd begins to react—low, building.
Alton Bell:
“Cowardice thrives in darkness.”
A pause.
Alton Bell:
“But in this division…”
His voice drops—controlled.
Alton Bell:
“…darkness answers.”
A beat.
Alton Bell:
“An investigation is already underway.”
“And those responsible…”
A slight tilt of the head.
Alton Bell:
“…will be found.”
The lights flicker.
The jumbotron sparks back to life.
Unprompted.
A figure appears.
Cloaked in shadow.
Face unseen.
Voice refined.
Measured.
Cold.
Mysterious Figure:
“The people love their thieves…”
A faint, humorless chuckle.
Mysterious Figure:
“They cheer them.”
“They celebrate them.”
“They mistake disorder… for justice.”
A pause.
Mysterious Figure:
“The Merry Band…”
The tone sharpens.
Mysterious Figure:
“…are not heroes.”
“They are criminals.”
A beat.
Mysterious Figure:
“And criminals…”
A slight lean forward—still unseen.
Mysterious Figure:
“…are brought to justice.”
Silence.
The screen cuts to black.
Then—
A symbol appears.
THE KING’S HAND.
Black.
Gold.
Absolute.
The image lingers.
Then vanishes.
The arena buzzes—uneasy, fractured.
The camera cuts to ringside.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody sit beneath cold light.
Julian leans forward slightly.
Composed.
Measured.
Julian Ward:
“From Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum… this is Dark Fable.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“And before a single match is contested tonight… the balance of this realm has already been disturbed.”
Brick Brody:
“Disturbed? That wasn’t disturbance—that was a message.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“Four people don’t jump the Merry Band like that unless they know exactly what they’re doing.”
Julian Ward:
“And the presence of that unseen figure…”
A glance upward.
Julian Ward:
“…suggests this was not random.”
Brick Brody:
“No—it was organized.”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“And I like it.”
Julian turns slightly.
Not disapproving.
Not agreeing.
Framing.
Julian Ward:
“You would.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Because what we witnessed… was not chaos.”
“It was intent.”
“And intent… carries consequence.”
A breath.
Julian Ward:
“Lady Guinevere endured chaos… and defeated the Queen of Hearts.”
A slight pause.
Julian Ward:
“Not by controlling it… but by surviving it.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that’s the only way you beat someone like that. You don’t outsmart crazy—you outlast it.”
Julian Ward:
“Mordred… returned with Myrddin the Hollow at his side…”
A glance forward.
Julian Ward:
“…and defeated Sir Gawain.”
Brick Brody:
“And that’s the one that matters.”
Leans forward.
Brick Brody:
“Because that wasn’t just a win—that was proof. Myrddin doesn’t help… he changes outcomes.”
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur… the number one contender to the Mythic Crown…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…was defeated by The Huntsman.”
The crowd murmurs.
Brick Brody:
“One mistake. That’s all it took.”
A nod.
Brick Brody:
“And now Arthur knows—being next in line doesn’t protect you from anything.”
Julian Ward:
“Morgana Le Faye… continued her ascent…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…defeating Gretel.”
Brick Brody:
“Same story as Mordred. You put Myrddin next to someone—and suddenly the fight’s not fair anymore.”
Julian Ward:
“And in a result that will echo across this division…”
A slight lean forward.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion… Frankenstein’s Monster… was defeated.”
A heavier reaction from the crowd.
Julian Ward:
“By the Tin Man.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and don’t get it twisted—that wasn’t luck.”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“That was distraction. That was timing.”
A smirk.
Brick Brody:
“And that was King Arthur… returning the favor.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
Calm. Certain.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad successfully defended the Eternal Flame Championship…”
“…defeating Sir Agravaine.”
Brick Brody:
“Clean. No excuses.”
A nod.
Brick Brody:
“And that’s the problem for everyone else—because Galahad doesn’t need help to win.”
Julian folds his hands lightly.
Julian Ward:
“So tonight… we do not begin from stability.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“We begin from fracture.”
Brick Brody:
“Good.”
A grin.
Brick Brody:
“Because fractured fights harder.”
Julian Ward:
“And tonight… that world grows more dangerous.”
He leans forward slightly.
Julian Ward:
“We begin with Dorothy… facing Athena.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a warm-up—that’s a collision.”
Julian Ward:
“The Dread Knights march against the Scalekeepers.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s going to get ugly.”
Julian Ward:
“Queen of the North Champion Lilith faces Alice—non-title.”
Brick Brody:
“Doesn’t matter—Lilith doesn’t have ‘light nights.’”
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame is tested… as Sir Galahad defends against Ares.”
A pause.
Brick Brody:
“Good. Let’s see if the Flame burns under pressure.”
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari Hono steps into conflict with Lion and Scarecrow.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s chaos meeting control. I’m interested.”
Julian pauses.
Lets the final one land.
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A breath.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion… Frankenstein’s Monster… faces Takuma Ryujin.”
The crowd reacts—low, building.
Brick Brody:
“Power versus precision.”
A grin.
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a match—that’s a test.”
Julian nods once.
Julian Ward:
“And after what we witnessed to begin this night…”
A glance toward the ring.
Julian Ward:
“…it is clear.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“No one is safe.”
Brick Brody:
“Good.”
A pause.
Brick Brody:
“That’s how it should be.”
The camera slowly pulls back.
Torchlight flickers.
The ring waits.
The crowd hums.
The night has begun—
Not with celebration.
But with warning.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims—but not into shadow.
Into contrast.
A soft, flickering golden light fills the stage.
Familiar.
Almost comforting.
Then—
She steps through it.
Dorothy.
Not wide-eyed.
Not innocent.
Focused.
Grounded.
There is no wonder in her expression now—only purpose.
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy returns not as a traveler… but as someone who has already seen where the road leads.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight she’s not walking it. She’s fighting on it.”
She makes her way to the ring—measured, steady—eyes forward.
No hesitation.
Then—
Thunder.
Not sound.
Pressure.
The lights snap to stark white and gold.
A crack of divine presence fills the arena.
And she arrives.
Athena.
Armor gleaming.
Presence unyielding.
Behind her—
Zeus.
Not animated.
Not loud.
Still.
Watching.
Judging.
Julian Ward:
“Athena enters as something more than a competitor…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…she enters as doctrine.”
Brick Brody:
“And with him out there?”
A glance toward Zeus.
Brick Brody:
“This isn’t just a match. That’s oversight.”
Athena steps into the ring without acknowledging Dorothy.
Only measuring her.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… from the Yellow Brick Road… DOROTHY!”
Strong reaction. Earned.
“And her opponent… accompanied by ZEUS… ATHENA!”
A sharper response. Divided. Uneasy.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Athena opens immediately—driving Dorothy into the corner—Shield Bash connects with force.”
Brick Brody:
“No feeling out. Just power. That’s how you take control early.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Athena lifts—Pallas Drop—drives Dorothy down hard.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s throwing her around now. That’s dominance.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy answers—charges forward—splash connects clean.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. You can’t just take that—you’ve gotta hit back.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Athena halts momentum—Owl Wing Backbreaker—spine driven across the knee.”
Brick Brody:
“That’ll slow anyone down.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Athena ascends—Helm Breaker from the middle rope—impact lands flush.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s stacking damage now.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy finds space—Emerald City Elbow connects.”
Brick Brody:
“There you go—create openings and take them.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Simultaneous offense—Dorothy with a neckbreaker slam—Athena answers with the Gorgon Clutch.”
Brick Brody:
“Now it’s a fight. Not control—damage.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy lifts—bodyslam connects—she’s building momentum.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s finding her rhythm now.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Another Emerald City Elbow—Dorothy pressing forward.”
Brick Brody:
“Keep going—don’t give Athena time to reset.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Spinebuster from Dorothy—Athena driven into the canvas.”
Brick Brody:
“Now you’re talking. That’s control.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—Kansas Cyclone from Dorothy—Shield Bash from Athena.”
Brick Brody:
“Neither one giving ground.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Bulldog connects—Dorothy goes for the cover—”
“Kickout.”
Brick Brody:
“Not enough. Not yet.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy continues—backhand chops—relentless pressure.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s trying to wear Athena down.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Athena answers—Helm Breaker again—stopping the surge.”
Brick Brody:
“And just like that—momentum shifts.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Wisdom’s Wrath from Athena—drives Dorothy down.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a finish-level move right there.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy survives—responds with a spinebuster.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s still in it. Tougher than she looks.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Athena reverses—Helm Breaker again—targeting the same damage.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s breaking her down piece by piece.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Owl Wing Backbreaker—Dorothy’s spine continues to absorb punishment.”
Brick Brody:
“That adds up. Every time.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Goddess Bomb from Athena—cover—”
“Two—Dorothy escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s big. That’s real big.”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy reverses the Pallas Drop—spinebuster connects!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the opening! Take it!”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“Zeus intervenes—an unseen influence—”
“Dorothy attempts a roll-up—but Athena neutralizes.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is. That’s the difference.”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy continues striking—but Zeus interferes again—momentum disrupted.”
Brick Brody:
“Now she’s fighting two battles.”
Minute 23
Julian Ward:
“Athena capitalizes—Wisdom’s Wrath connects clean.”
Brick Brody:
“That might do it.”
Minute 24
Julian Ward:
“Gorgon Clutch applied—center of the ring—Dorothy struggling—”
“Cover—kickout.”
Brick Brody:
“She won’t stay down!”
Minute 25
Julian Ward:
“Athena maintains the hold—continued pressure—wearing Dorothy down.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into survival.”
Minute 26
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy breaks free—spinebuster connects again.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s digging deep now.”
Minute 27
Julian Ward:
“Kansas Cyclone from Dorothy—Wisdom’s Wrath from Athena—simultaneous impact!”
Brick Brody:
“Both down! Nobody moving!”
Minute 28
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy attempts a roll-up—Athena answers with a Huntress Spear!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a collision!”
Minute 29
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—Dorothy attempts to strike Zeus—fails—Shield Bash from Athena!”
Brick Brody:
“That was a mistake. Big mistake.”
Minute 30
Julian Ward:
“Owl Wing Backbreaker from Athena—cover—”
“Dorothy kicks out.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“And we have reached the time limit.”
Julian Ward:
“Thirty minutes of sustained impact… and neither competitor able to secure finality.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a draw—that’s unfinished business.”
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy endured power… interference… and pressure…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“And still stood.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but Athena didn’t lose either. And with Zeus out there? That’s always hanging over the fight.”
Julian Ward:
“This was not resolution…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…it was escalation.”
DOROTHY VS ATHENA ENDS IN A 30-MINUTE TIME LIMIT DRAW.
The camera cuts backstage.
Torchlight lines the corridor walls.
Steady.
Measured.
But the air carries tension—not chaos… anticipation.
Hana Nakamura stands in frame, microphone in hand.
Composed.
Focused.
Beside her—
King Arthur.
Battle-worn, but not disheveled.
Not shaken.
Refined by conflict.
Hana turns slightly toward him.
Hana Nakamura:
“King Arthur… last week, you stood as the number one contender to the Mythic Crown…”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“…and were defeated by The Huntsman.”
Careful. Respectful.
Hana Nakamura:
“And later that same night… you appeared at ringside during the Mythic Crown Champion’s match.”
A pause.
Hana Nakamura:
“Some have said that moment… changed the outcome.”
Arthur remains still.
Considering.
Then—
King Arthur:
“It did.”
No hesitation.
King Arthur:
“I allowed my focus to falter once…”
A slight tightening of his jaw.
King Arthur:
“I chose not to do so again.”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“What happened to me… I returned.”
Hana nods slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“And now tonight… we’ve seen an attack tied to something calling itself ‘The King’s Hand.’”
A shift in tone.
Hana Nakamura:
“Given your name… your position…”
A careful pause.
Hana Nakamura:
“…people are beginning to ask questions.”
Arthur turns his head slightly toward her.
Not offended.
Not defensive.
Measured.
King Arthur:
“They should.”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“Because something is moving in shadow…”
His eyes narrow slightly.
King Arthur:
“…and it does not belong to me.”
Before Hana can respond—
Movement.
Footsteps.
Quick.
Purposeful.
Robin Hood steps into frame.
Not frantic.
Not wild.
But clearly worn.
Bruised across the face.
A cut near the brow.
Gear intact.
Clothing clean—but the damage is real.
Behind him—
Lark.
Little John.
Watching.
Robin doesn’t look at Hana.
Only Arthur.
Robin Hood:
“Then you’d better explain it.”
Sharp.
Direct.
Arthur turns fully.
No surprise.
King Arthur:
“Robin.”
Even.
Controlled.
Robin steps closer.
Measured.
Robin Hood:
“Three nights ago…”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“Nottingham.”
The word lands heavy.
Robin Hood:
“We walk out of our own house show…”
A slight tilt of the head.
Robin Hood:
“And your ‘Hand’ comes out of the dark.”
A step closer.
Robin Hood:
“Four of them.”
“Coordinated.”
“Precise.”
His voice tightens.
Not emotional.
Focused.
Robin Hood:
“And the only man in this place calling himself a king…”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“…is you.”
Silence.
Hana instinctively shifts back half a step.
Arthur does not move.
Does not rise.
King Arthur:
“You believe I would hide behind others?”
A pause.
Robin doesn’t blink.
Robin Hood:
“I believe someone wanted to send a message.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“And I believe you had reason.”
Arthur steps forward.
Closes the space.
Calm.
Unwavering.
King Arthur:
“If I had reason…”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“…you would not question it.”
A slight edge now.
King Arthur:
“You would already know.”
The tension tightens.
Robin studies him.
Searching.
Robin Hood:
“Then say it.”
A step closer.
Now face-to-face.
Robin Hood:
“You didn’t send them.”
Arthur answers immediately.
King Arthur:
“I did not.”
No hesitation.
No embellishment.
King Arthur:
“I do not strike from darkness.”
A pause.
King Arthur:
“I do not send shadows where I can stand.”
His tone sharpens—just slightly.
King Arthur:
“If I had an issue with you…”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“…you would face me.”
The words settle.
Robin holds the stare.
Then—
Robin Hood:
“Then you’ve got a problem.”
A slight glance aside.
Then back.
Robin Hood:
“Because someone out there is acting in your name.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“And they just made it personal.”
Silence.
Arthur exhales slowly.
Measured.
King Arthur:
“That makes two of us.”
A pause.
King Arthur:
“I have no ‘Hand.’”
A slight shift.
King Arthur:
“I have Camelot.”
“The Champions stand beside me.”
“Openly.”
“Without disguise.”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“Whatever this is…”
A glance upward—toward the unseen.
King Arthur:
“…it is not mine.”
Robin considers it.
Not convinced.
Not dismissing.
Weighing.
Robin Hood:
“Then we’re hunting the same thing.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“Because next time…”
A slight edge returns.
Robin Hood:
“…we won’t be caught walking.”
He steps back.
Lark and Little John fall in behind him.
The Merry Band exits.
Together.
Tighter than before.
The camera lingers.
Arthur watches them go.
Still.
Thinking.
Hana Nakamura (quietly):
“Do you believe him?”
Arthur doesn’t look at her.
King Arthur:
“It does not matter what I believe.”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“It matters what is true.”
He turns.
Walks down the corridor.
Unshaken.
Uncertain only of one thing—
Who is bold enough…
To act like a king.
The torchlight flickers.
Hana remains.
Caught between forces.
The camera holds—
Then cuts.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena darkens.
Not into spectacle—
Into absence.
Sound dulls.
The crowd fades into a low, uneasy hum.
Then—
A distortion.
Subtle.
Wrong.
And he is already there.
Myrddin the Hollow.
No entrance.
No announcement.
Just presence.
Behind him—
The Dread Knights.
Identical.
Silent.
Helms forward.
No identity.
No hesitation.
Only function.
Julian Ward:
“The Dread Knights do not enter to compete…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“They enter to execute.”
Brick Brody:
“And with him behind them?”
A glance toward Myrddin.
Brick Brody:
“This isn’t a fair fight—it’s a controlled one.”
They step into the ring without acknowledgment.
Without reaction.
The lights shift.
Warm.
Controlled.
Measured.
A soft breath of wind moves across the stage.
And she appears.
Lady Ayame Ryu.
Still.
Composed.
Watching.
Behind her—
The Scalekeepers.
Hiro Tanenaga.
Masa Tanenaga.
Balanced.
Fluid.
Alive.
Julian Ward:
“The Scalekeepers represent balance… discipline… and precision.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight they’re stepping into something that doesn’t care about any of that.”
They enter the ring.
Eyes locked.
No wasted motion.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Myrddin the Hollow… THE DREAD KNIGHTS!”
A cold reaction.
Uneasy.
“And their opponents… accompanied by Lady Ayame Ryu… HIRO AND MASA TANENAGA… THE SCALEKEEPERS!”
Strong support.
Respect.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Hiro engages early—locks in a rear naked choke—but Myrddin interferes immediately—shoving the referee.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is. First minute—and already bending the rules.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Dread Knights isolate—double team offense—suplex and leg drop—Hiro answers with a counter suplex of his own.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. Don’t let them settle into that rhythm.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin distracts—opening created—Dread Knight drives Hiro into a defensive position.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what he does. One moment—that’s all it takes.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Electric Chair Drop—Hiro driven down hard.”
Brick Brody:
“Now they’re in control.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Belly-to-back suplex—continued pressure from the Dread Knights.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re wearing him down.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin attempts another interference—Hiro resists—creates space—tags out!”
“Masa enters.”
Brick Brody:
“Fresh body. That changes things.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—chop from the Knight—Pulse Drop from Masa!”
Brick Brody:
“That’ll wake you up.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Scalekeepers double team—snap suplex into choke—Dread Knight answers with an electric chair drop.”
Brick Brody:
“Now both teams showing they can do it.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Roundhouse kick—snap suplex attempt—but the Dread Knight disrupts the sequence.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re not letting it flow.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Death Grip applied—Hiro driven back—control shifts again.”
Brick Brody:
“Every time they grab control—they make it hurt.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Masa launches—suicide dive—drives the Knight outside—returns control to the Scalekeepers.”
Brick Brody:
“Now that’s momentum.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth exchange—no clear advantage—tag made—fresh Knight enters.”
Brick Brody:
“Both teams digging in now.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Scalekeepers double team—precision offense—Knight absorbs and answers with an elbow drop.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re pushing the pace.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Knight regains ground—leg drop connects—halting the sequence.”
Brick Brody:
“Just enough to stop the bleeding.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Hiro re-enters—double underhook powerbomb connects!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a statement.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Dread Knights attempt to double team—neutralized by Masa—balance restored.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re not letting it get out of control.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Forearm smash—Knight regains pressure—Masa forced to absorb impact.”
Brick Brody:
“Back to grinding him down.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin interferes again—subtle—curse applied—but Masa answers with a Poison Rana!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you fight through it!”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Electric Chair Drop from the Knight—Lady Ayame Ryu intervenes—distraction at the perfect moment—”
“Masa capitalizes—cover—kickout!”
Brick Brody:
“Now both sides are playing the game.”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—suplex from the Knight—Iconoclasm from Masa—another near fall!”
Brick Brody:
“This is getting close!”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“Masa isolates—Turbo Backpack Iconoclasm connects—center of the ring—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Balance… precision… and timing…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…overcome manipulation.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but don’t act like Myrddin didn’t almost swing this.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“He’s still the most dangerous thing out here.”
Julian Ward:
“The Scalekeepers resisted interference… endured disruption…”
A glance toward the ring.
Julian Ward:
“And imposed their will.”
SCALEKEEPERS DEFEAT THE DREAD KNIGHTS VIA PINFALL (TURBO BACKPACK ICONOCLASM).
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims.
Not gently—
But completely.
Darkness settles like weight.
Then—
A low, distant growl.
Not heard.
Felt.
A crimson glow bleeds across the stage.
And she steps forward.
Lilith.
The Queen of the North Champion.
Not adorned.
Not celebrated.
Crowned by dominance.
Behind her—
Abaddon.
Still.
Watching.
A shadow given form.
Julian Ward:
“The Queen of the North does not enter seeking victory…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“She enters to reaffirm it.”
Brick Brody:
“And with Abaddon back there?”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“This isn’t a match—it’s a warning.”
Lilith walks to the ring without hesitation.
Without distraction.
The lights shift.
Bright.
Distorted.
Familiar—but wrong.
A warped melody drifts through the arena.
And she arrives.
Alice.
Not whimsical.
Not innocent.
Something sharper beneath the surface.
Eyes focused.
Unafraid.
Julian Ward:
“Alice steps forward once again…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…into a world that does not reward curiosity.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but she keeps walking into it anyway. I respect that.”
Alice enters the ring.
Never breaking eye contact.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Abaddon… she is the QUEEN OF THE NORTH CHAMPION… LILITH!”
A heavy reaction. Uneasy.
“And her opponent… ALICE!”
Strong support.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Lilith strikes first—Dark Whirlwind—Alice driven down immediately.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you set the tone. Fast and hard.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Demonic Crunch connects—Alice answers with the Rabbit Hole DDT—pin exchange—”
“Both escape.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not backing down. That’s dangerous—but it’s necessary.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Dread Kick from Lilith—Alice answers with Wonderland’s End Moonsault—another exchange of near falls.”
Brick Brody:
“Neither one giving an inch.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—Dark Whirlwind from Lilith—arm drag from Alice—momentum remains contested.”
Brick Brody:
“This is a fight—not control.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Infernal Embrace locked in—Lilith begins to apply pressure.”
Brick Brody:
“And that’s where she’s most dangerous—when she slows it down.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Alice fires back—forearm smash—creates separation.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. Don’t let Lilith settle.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Simultaneous offense—Infernal Embrace from Lilith—Moonsault from Alice—both landing.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trading impact now.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Demon’s Embrace applied—Alice escapes with an arm drag.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s surviving—but barely.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Dark Whirlwind—Code Red from Alice—momentum shifts again.”
Brick Brody:
“Alice is keeping this alive.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Abyssal Slam from Lilith—Alice answers with another Rabbit Hole DDT—cover—”
“Two—Lilith escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“That close. That close to an upset.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Code Red again from Alice—Lilith absorbing impact but remaining standing.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the difference. Lilith doesn’t stay down.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Atomic Drop to Hell—Lilith regains control.”
Brick Brody:
“And now the tide turns.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Vertical suplex—Alice driven down again.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s starting to break.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Demonic Crunch—cover—Alice kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s still fighting—but look at her. She’s fading.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Dread Kick—Alice answers with a forearm—last resistance.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s survival instinct.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Demonic Crunch connects again—center of the ring—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Alice brought resistance…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“But resistance… is not the same as survival.”
Brick Brody:
“She pushed her. I’ll give her that.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“But Lilith? Lilith finishes fights.”
Julian Ward:
“The Queen of the North remains… unshaken.”
A glance toward the ring.
Lilith stands.
Abaddon behind her.
Unmoved.
Unchanged.
Julian Ward:
“And anyone who steps toward her…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…must endure more than they can survive.”
LILITH DEFEATS ALICE VIA PINFALL (DEMONIC CRUNCH) AT 15 MINUTE MARK.
The camera cuts backstage.
Not to shadow.
Not to stone.
But to something colder.
Industrial.
Metal walls.
Steel beams.
A place of construction… not myth.
Fluorescent lights hum overhead.
Hana Nakamura stands in frame, microphone in hand.
Composed—but there’s energy in her eyes tonight.
Because beside her—
The Tin Man.
Still.
Polished.
Precise.
Every movement deliberate.
No wasted motion.
No excess.
Only control.
Hana turns toward him.
Hana Nakamura:
“Tin Man… last week, you did something few believed possible…”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“You defeated the Mythic Crown Champion… Frankenstein’s Monster.”
A slight pause.
Hana Nakamura:
“Not in theory… not in promise…”
Hana Nakamura:
“But in the ring.”
She leans in slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“What does that victory mean to you?”
The Tin Man does not answer immediately.
His head tilts—just slightly.
Processing.
Then—
Tin Man:
“It means…”
A pause.
Measured.
Tin Man:
“…he can fall.”
Silence.
Not arrogance.
Not pride.
Observation.
Tin Man:
“Structure… overcomes force.”
A beat.
Tin Man:
“Precision… overcomes chaos.”
Hana nods, drawn in.
Hana Nakamura:
“And does that mean… you believe you’re ready?”
A slight shift in tone.
Hana Nakamura:
“To challenge for the Mythic Crown?”
The Tin Man turns his head—just enough to face the camera directly.
Tin Man:
“I do not believe.”
A beat.
Tin Man:
“I prepare.”
A pause.
Tin Man:
“And when preparation meets opportunity…”
A slight tightening in posture.
Tin Man:
“…outcomes change.”
Hana’s eyes widen slightly—there’s conviction there.
Real.
Hana Nakamura:
“So if that opportunity comes—”
Tin Man:
“It will.”
No hesitation.
Tin Man:
“And when it does…”
A beat.
Tin Man:
“I will face the Monster again.”
Silence.
Then—
A sound.
Heavy.
Metal scraping concrete.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
The atmosphere shifts instantly.
Hana turns.
The Tin Man does not.
He already knows.
From the shadows—
They emerge.
Monster’s Bash.
Kong.
Ogre.
Dragon King.
And at the center—
Frankenstein’s Monster.
Still.
Unblinking.
Unforgiving.
Behind them—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Hands clasped.
Watching.
Evaluating.
Hana instinctively steps back.
Hana Nakamura:
“…Tin Man—”
Too late.
Kong surges forward—
A brutal forearm crushes into Tin Man’s chest—driving him back into the steel wall.
Ogre follows—lifting—
Driving him down with raw force.
Dragon King steps in—precise strikes—targeted—calculated.
The assault is immediate.
Overwhelming.
Julian Ward (voiceover):
“The response… has arrived.”
Brick Brody (voiceover):
“Yeah—and it’s not subtle.”
Tin Man fights back—
Sharp.
Controlled.
A forearm.
A counter.
He slips past Ogre—
Drives a strike into Dragon King—
But Kong catches him—
Crushes him with a slam into the concrete.
The numbers are too much.
The structure begins to break.
Julian Ward (voiceover):
“Tin Man resists… but he is being overwhelmed.”
Brick Brody (voiceover):
“That’s what happens when you stand alone.”
Ogre lifts him again—
Dragon King steps in—
Another strike—
Another impact—
Tin Man drops to a knee.
Still trying to rise.
Still trying to fight.
Frankenstein’s Monster steps forward.
Slowly.
Measured.
He looks down at Tin Man.
Not anger.
Not rage.
Assessment.
He reaches—
Grabs him—
Lifts him.
Effortless.
The moment stretches—
Then—
CRASH.
A slam into the steel flooring.
The air leaves Tin Man.
The assault pauses.
Just for a moment.
Then—
A roar.
From off-screen.
Lion charges into frame—
A wild, powerful strike into Ogre—
Sending him staggering.
Scarecrow follows—springing forward—
Crashing into Dragon King with reckless precision.
Chaos erupts.
Julian Ward (voiceover):
“The balance shifts!”
Brick Brody (voiceover):
“Here we go!”
Lion unloads—raw power—driving Kong backward.
Scarecrow moves unpredictably—strikes landing from impossible angles.
Ogre regains footing—
But gets driven back again.
Dragon King attempts control—
But Scarecrow slips through—disrupting everything.
The fight spills across the backstage area.
Unstructured.
Violent.
Uncontained.
Dr. Frankenstein steps back.
Observing.
Calculating.
Not intervening.
Frankenstein’s Monster remains still for a moment—
Watching.
Then—
He steps back.
One step.
Then another.
Kong.
Ogre.
Dragon King.
They disengage.
Not defeated.
Not driven off.
Choosing to leave.
Control.
Not retreat.
They back away—
Eyes locked forward.
The message delivered.
They disappear back into shadow.
Silence returns—broken only by heavy breathing.
Lion stands over Tin Man.
Scarecrow beside him.
Both ready for more.
But it’s over.
For now.
Hana slowly steps back into frame.
Cautious.
Hana Nakamura:
“Tin Man…?”
Tin Man moves.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
He sits up.
Bruised.
Damaged.
But not broken.
Lion offers a hand.
Tin Man looks at it.
Then takes it.
Rises.
Still composed.
Still focused.
Julian Ward (voiceover):
“He stood alone… and paid the price.”
Brick Brody (voiceover):
“Yeah—but he didn’t stay down.”
Tin Man looks toward the direction the Monster left.
Unblinking.
Tin Man:
“…confirmed.”
A beat.
Tin Man:
“They escalate.”
He straightens.
Adjusts.
Resets.
Tin Man:
“So will I.”
Lion nods.
Scarecrow grins—slightly unhinged.
Hana watches—caught in the moment.
The camera lingers on the three.
Not unified.
But aligned.
For now.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena falls into shadow.
Not darkness—
Focus.
A single flame ignites at the stage.
Steady.
Unwavering.
Merlin steps into view.
Still.
Grounded.
Then—
Sir Galahad.
The Eternal Flame Champion.
No arrogance.
No spectacle.
Only certainty.
The title rests across his shoulder like weight… not reward.
Julian Ward:
“The Flame does not choose lightly…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“And in Sir Galahad… it has found resolve.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now we find out if that resolve holds under pressure.”
The flame flickers—
Then distorts.
The light fractures.
Gold turns to white-hot intensity.
A thunderous presence fills the arena.
Ares emerges.
War made flesh.
Violence given form.
Behind him—
Zeus.
Silent.
Towering.
Watching.
Julian Ward:
“Ares does not seek to be chosen…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“He seeks to take.”
Brick Brody:
“And with Zeus out there? He might.”
Ares steps into the ring.
Eyes locked on Galahad.
No hesitation.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… the challenger… accompanied by Zeus… ARES!”
A heavy, divided reaction.
“And his opponent… accompanied by Merlin… he is the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPION… SIR GALAHAD!”
Strong approval.
The flame burns brighter.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Ares strikes first—Gorilla Slam—Galahad driven down with force.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you challenge—hit him hard and fast.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Galahad answers—leg hook suplex connects—but Zeus distracts the referee.”
Brick Brody:
“Of course he does. Keep your eyes off the action.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—suplex from Galahad—forearm smash from Ares.”
Brick Brody:
“No control—just impact.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Knee lift from Ares—Galahad forced onto the defensive.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to break him early.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Galahad responds—Running Shooting Star Press—clean connection.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you take space back.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Merlin creates a distraction—Ares answers with a neckbreaker.”
Brick Brody:
“Both sides bending things now.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Flying body splash from Galahad—momentum shifting again.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not staying down.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Exchange continues—suplex from Galahad—backbreaker from Ares.”
Brick Brody:
“This is a grind now.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“The Chosen Fall—630 Senton connects!”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Ares answers with a neckbreaker!”
Brick Brody:
“How is he still standing?!”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Galahad regains control—another suplex—methodical pressure.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s resetting the fight.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“The Chosen Fall again—cover—”
“One—Ares kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s championship-level resilience.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Benadryller connects—but Zeus distracts again—moment disrupted.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the difference right there.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Galahad continues—suplex lands—Ares absorbing punishment.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s wearing him down now.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Ares answers—backbreaker—momentum halted.”
Brick Brody:
“Every time Galahad builds—Ares hits back.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Forearm smash from Ares—Galahad forced to endure.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into survival.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Jumping reverse bulldog from Galahad—Ares answers immediately.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trading everything.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Flying body splash—cover—two—Ares escapes!”
Brick Brody:
“That was close!”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Pele Kick from Galahad—Ares responds with a clothesline.”
Brick Brody:
“Neither man backing down.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Neckbreaker from Ares—Galahad driven down again.”
Brick Brody:
“This could turn right here.”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Galahad rises—Pele Kick connects—center of the ring—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“The Flame… does not waver.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Even under pressure… even against force… it endures.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and Ares brought everything.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“But everything wasn’t enough.”
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad remains Eternal Flame Champion…”
A glance toward the ring.
Galahad stands.
Merlin beside him.
The title held firm.
Julian Ward:
“And the standard… remains unchanged.”
SIR GALAHAD DEFEATS ARES VIA PINFALL (PELE KICK) TO RETAIN THE ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena lights flicker—
Then snap to black.
A low hum fills the air.
Like distant thunder.
Then—
A crack.
Lightning streaks across the stage.
And they appear.
Enrai.
Kaen.
Kaminari Hono.
Still.
Focused.
Unyielding.
Behind them—
Lord Kurogami.
Hands folded.
Eyes watching everything.
Calculating.
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari Hono do not rush into battle…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“They strike when the moment is right.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and with Kurogami out there, they usually get that moment.”
The lights shift—
Warmer.
More chaotic.
A drumbeat kicks in.
Raw.
Unrefined.
Lion storms out first—intensity radiating.
Scarecrow follows—unpredictable, twitching, almost laughing to himself.
Energy versus control.
Chaos versus discipline.
Julian Ward:
“Lion and Scarecrow—two forces bound not by structure… but by instinct.”
Brick Brody:
“And sometimes that’s more dangerous.”
They hit the ring fast.
No ceremony.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Lord Kurogami… ENRAI AND KAEN… KAMINARI HONO!”
Strong reaction—mixed respect and tension.
“And their opponents… LION… AND SCARECROW!”
Loud reaction.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari Hono open with precision—double team strikes—Lion answers with a brainbuster!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you fight out of it!”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Cross armbreaker and discus lariat—Lion absorbing heavy punishment early.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re isolating him already.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Lion fires back—spinning heel kick—creates space.”
Brick Brody:
“Finally breaks the pressure.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth exchange—Lion turns and attacks Kurogami at ringside!”
A shift.
Brick Brody:
“Whoa! That changes everything!”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Kurogami is down—temporarily removed—Kaminari Hono continue their assault regardless.”
Brick Brody:
“They don’t need him—they just want him.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Lion rallies—Lion’s Roar connects—momentum swings.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the opening!”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Kaen regains control—lariat into backbreaker—drives Lion down.”
Brick Brody:
“Shut down just like that.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Enrai enters—heavy strikes exchanged—both men landing.”
Brick Brody:
“Now it’s a fight again.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari attempt double team—Lion counters—breaks the sequence!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s instinct right there!”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Double team connects anyway—Lion thrown from the ring briefly—returns quickly.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re relentless.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Lion drives Enrai down—tag made—Scarecrow enters!”
Brick Brody:
“Here comes the chaos.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Kaen strikes—Scarecrow answers with a cradle—unorthodox offense.”
Brick Brody:
“You can’t predict him.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Scarecrow continues—another cradle—keeping Kaen off balance.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s messing with their rhythm.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Brainbuster from Scarecrow—Enrai driven down!”
Brick Brody:
“Did not see that coming!”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Kaen responds—Death Valley Driver—Scarecrow answers with a chinlock.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into survival again.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Kurogami returns—attempts interference—Scarecrow reverses—brainbuster connects!”
Brick Brody:
“He just shut Kurogami down again!”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Enrai answers—Dragon Suplex—Scarecrow driven hard.”
Brick Brody:
“They needed that.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Scarecrow attempts a lariat—countered—moment stalls.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re both running on instinct now.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Scarecrow with a cradle—Enrai nearly caught!”
Brick Brody:
“That was close!”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Another cradle attempt—Enrai survives again.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s hanging on.”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“Wild exchange—no advantage—both teams reset.”
Brick Brody:
“Everyone’s feeling it now.”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari Hono isolate Lion—double team connects clean.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s where they’re strongest.”
Minute 23
Julian Ward:
“More double team offense—Lion driven outside briefly—returns.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trying to finish him.”
Minute 24
Julian Ward:
“German suplex from Kaen—Lion answers with a bodyslam.”
Brick Brody:
“He won’t stay down!”
Minute 25
Julian Ward:
“Lion counters—brainbuster attempt neutralized—stalemate.”
Brick Brody:
“Everyone’s running on fumes.”
Minute 26
Julian Ward:
“Lion regains control—bodyslam connects—tag made.”
Brick Brody:
“Smart. Keep rotating.”
Minute 27
Julian Ward:
“Kaen answers—discus lariat—Lion driven down again.”
Brick Brody:
“That might be it!”
Minute 28
Julian Ward:
“Double team again—Scarecrow answers—Lion’s Leap connects!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s huge!”
Minute 29
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—no clear advantage—both teams barely standing.”
Brick Brody:
“This is breaking down.”
Minute 30
Julian Ward:
“Ankle Lock applied—Scarecrow trapped—referee watching—”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“He refuses to submit.”
Another beat.
Julian Ward:
“And we have reached the time limit.”
Julian Ward:
“Control… chaos… discipline… instinct…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…none enough to claim victory.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s two teams that just went to war and didn’t finish it.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“I like that.”
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari Hono remain precise…”
A glance toward Lion and Scarecrow.
Julian Ward:
“And Lion and Scarecrow… remain unbreakable.”
KAMINARI HONO VS LION & SCARECROW ENDS IN A 30-MINUTE TIME LIMIT DRAW.
The camera cuts backstage.
Velvet.
Gold trim.
A more refined section of Camelot Coliseum.
But the elegance feels… wrong.
Like something dangerous dressed in luxury.
Hana Nakamura stands in frame.
Composed—but cautious.
Because behind her—
They are already there.
Serpenta Veyne.
Coiled.
Elegant.
Dangerous.
Beside her—
The North Star Tag Team Champions.
Hydra Veyne.
Medussa Nemesis.
The titles rest on their shoulders like trophies taken… not earned.
They do not pose.
They do not acknowledge.
They simply exist.
Hana turns toward them.
Carefully.
Hana Nakamura:
“Serpenta… Hydra… Medussa…”
A slight pause.
Hana Nakamura:
“The Mythic Monsters have made their presence felt across divisions…”
She gestures slightly toward the titles.
Hana Nakamura:
“And now you stand as the North Star Tag Team Champions.”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“What comes next?”
Serpenta smiles.
Slow.
Knowing.
Predatory.
She steps forward—just slightly.
Serpenta Veyne:
“What comes next…?”
A soft laugh.
Not loud.
Not forced.
Certain.
Serpenta Veyne:
“Domination.”
A pause.
She glances at the titles.
Then back to Hana.
Serpenta Veyne:
“The Northern Belles division…”
A slight tilt of the head.
Serpenta Veyne:
“…has mistaken beauty for power.”
A beat.
Serpenta Veyne:
“Has mistaken unity… for strength.”
She gestures toward Hydra and Medussa.
Serpenta Veyne:
“We are neither.”
A slow breath.
Serpenta Veyne:
“We are inevitability.”
Hydra Veyne shifts slightly—subtle, imposing.
Medussa tilts her head—cold, calculating.
Serpenta Veyne:
“These titles?”
A faint smile.
Serpenta Veyne:
“They are not a peak.”
“They are a beginning.”
Hana leans in slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“So there is no concern… about challengers?”
Serpenta’s smile widens.
Just a fraction.
Serpenta Veyne:
“Concern… is for prey.”
Before Hana can respond—
Footsteps.
Quick.
Purposeful.
Dorothy steps into frame.
Alice beside her.
The Blonde Bombshells.
Not smiling.
Not playful.
Focused.
Serious.
The energy shifts immediately.
Serpenta doesn’t turn right away.
She already knows.
Dorothy:
“You didn’t earn those.”
Direct.
No hesitation.
Now Serpenta turns.
Slowly.
Amused.
Serpenta Veyne:
“And yet…”
A glance at the titles.
Serpenta Veyne:
“…we hold them.”
Alice steps forward slightly.
Eyes locked.
Alice:
“We’re not here to argue.”
A beat.
Alice:
“We’re here for our rematch.”
Hydra shifts.
Medussa steps half a pace forward.
But Serpenta raises a hand.
Stops them.
Still smiling.
Serpenta Veyne:
“A rematch…”
She considers it.
Not seriously.
Just enough to insult.
Serpenta Veyne:
“You had your moment.”
A step closer.
Serpenta Veyne:
“And you failed.”
Dorothy doesn’t flinch.
Dorothy:
“Then give us another.”
Silence.
Tension tightens.
Serpenta studies them.
Then—
Laughs softly.
Serpenta Veyne:
“No.”
Flat.
Simple.
Then—
A shift.
Her expression changes.
Not dismissive anymore.
Interested.
Serpenta Veyne:
“But…”
A pause.
Serpenta Veyne:
“I do enjoy watching hope struggle.”
A slow step forward.
Serpenta Veyne:
“So here is what I will give you.”
The air sharpens.
Serpenta Veyne:
“Tomorrow night.”
“Audience. Spotlight. Northern Belles.”
A slight tilt of the head.
Serpenta Veyne:
“You bring a third.”
A beat.
Serpenta Veyne:
“And we will meet you.”
She gestures between herself, Hydra, and Medussa.
Serpenta Veyne:
“All of us.”
A faint smile.
Serpenta Veyne:
“And when you fail again…”
A step closer.
Voice lowers.
Serpenta Veyne:
“There will be no more questions.”
Silence.
Dorothy and Alice exchange a look.
Not doubt.
Decision.
Alice nods.
Slight.
Certain.
Dorothy turns back.
Dorothy:
“Done.”
Serpenta smiles wider.
Satisfied.
Serpenta Veyne:
“Good.”
A beat.
Serpenta Veyne:
“Then bring someone worthy of watching fall.”
Hydra and Medussa step forward slightly—titles catching the light.
Unchallenged.
For now.
Dorothy and Alice turn.
Walk off.
No hesitation.
Already thinking.
Already planning.
The camera lingers.
On Serpenta.
Her smile fading—
Into something colder.
Serpenta Veyne (quietly):
“They still believe.”
A pause.
Serpenta Veyne:
“That makes it better.”
Hana stands still.
Caught between sides.
The camera slowly fades—
Tension carrying forward to tomorrow night.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena falls silent.
Not dimmed.
Silenced.
Then—
A low hum.
Electric.
Unstable.
The lights flicker—
Once.
Twice.
Then—
BOOM.
A surge of power floods the stage.
And he steps forward.
Frankenstein’s Monster.
The Mythic Crown Champion.
Unblinking.
Unfeeling.
Unstoppable.
Behind him—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Proud.
Possessive.
Watching his creation like a weapon… not a man.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion does not enter to prove himself…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“He enters to remind.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and after last week?”
A grin.
Brick Brody:
“He’s got something to remind everyone of.”
The Monster steps into the ring.
No wasted motion.
No acknowledgment.
Then—
A sharp shift.
The air tightens.
A low drumbeat echoes.
Measured.
Controlled.
Firelight dances across the stage.
And he appears.
Takuma Ryujin.
Focused.
Disciplined.
Dangerous.
Behind him—
Lady Ayame Ryu.
Calm.
Balanced.
Observing everything.
Julian Ward:
“Takuma Ryujin stands as precision against power…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…discipline against inevitability.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight we find out if precision can survive impact.”
Takuma enters the ring.
Eyes locked on the Monster.
No fear.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Lady Ayame Ryu… TAKUMA RYUJIN!”
Strong reaction.
“And his opponent… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein… he is the MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPION… FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!”
Heavy, thunderous response.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Immediate exchange—Bolt Driver from the Monster—Northern Lights Suplex from Takuma!”
Brick Brody:
“Right away—no hesitation!”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“The Monster throws Takuma from the ring—establishing control early.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to dominate the space.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Elbow drop connects—Takuma answers with a Super Spike Piledriver!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you hit back!”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein interferes—disrupting Takuma’s focus.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is—that outside influence.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Bolt Driver—Bridging Dragon Suplex—both men landing heavy offense.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into a war.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Flatliner from the Monster—Takuma answers with a Deadlift German!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not backing down!”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Takuma counters—creates space—momentum briefly shifts.”
Brick Brody:
“Smart. You can’t stay under him.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein attempts to create an opening—Takuma answers with a Crucix Powerbomb!”
Brick Brody:
“He shut that down fast!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Another powerbomb from Takuma—Monster absorbing damage.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s building something here.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Takuma attempts another piledriver—Monster counters—stops the momentum.”
Brick Brody:
“That might’ve been it!”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Bolt Driver again—Takuma answers with a suplex—neither man yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re just trading now.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth—Heavy Hand from the Monster—German Suplex from Takuma.”
Brick Brody:
“This is brutal.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Dr. Frankenstein interferes again—Takuma still lands the Dragon Suplex!”
Brick Brody:
“He’s fighting through everything!”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Graveyard Slam—Takuma answers with striking combinations.”
Brick Brody:
“Still standing. Still fighting.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Deadweight Drop connects—Monster regaining control.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s slowing him down.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Elbow drop—Dragon Suplex—both men pushing past limits.”
Brick Brody:
“This is where it breaks.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Kamigoye from Takuma!”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“The Monster absorbs it!”
Brick Brody:
“That should’ve ended it!”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Piledriver from Takuma—Deadweight Drop from the Monster—both down!”
Brick Brody:
“Neither man giving in!”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Flatliner connects—cover—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Power… endures.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Even against precision… even against discipline…”
Julian Ward:
“The Monster stands.”
Brick Brody:
“Takuma brought everything.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“But everything still wasn’t enough.”
Julian Ward:
“And the Mythic Crown Champion…”
A glance toward the ring.
The Monster stands.
Unmoved.
Dr. Frankenstein beside him.
Julian Ward:
“…remains inevitable.”
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER DEFEATS TAKUMA RYUJIN VIA PINFALL (FLATLINER).
The camera returns to ringside.
Julian Ward and Brick Brody sit beneath the flickering torchlight.
The arena is no longer loud.
It hums.
Processing what it has witnessed.
Julian folds his hands lightly on the desk.
Measured.
Grounded.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight began… not with competition…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…but with a question.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Who stands behind the King’s Hand.”
The crowd murmurs in the background.
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and whoever it is… they didn’t just make a statement.”
A slight lean forward.
Brick Brody:
“They made an enemy out of the wrong people.”
Julian Ward:
“The attack in Nottingham has drawn lines…”
A glance off-camera.
Julian Ward:
“Robin Hood demands answers.”
“King Arthur denies involvement.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“And somewhere in the shadows…”
Julian Ward:
“…someone watches both.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the part I like.”
A grin.
Brick Brody:
“Because nobody’s in control anymore.”
Julian Ward:
“In the ring… we witnessed endurance…”
“Dorothy and Athena… pushing each other beyond limits… with no resolution.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s unfinished business. You can feel it.”
Julian Ward:
“The Scalekeepers stood firm… overcoming the Dread Knights… despite the presence of Myrddin the Hollow.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that’s not easy. You beat them, you earn it.”
Julian Ward:
“Lilith… once again reminded this division…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…why she is Queen of the North.”
Brick Brody:
“Alice pushed her—but Lilith finishes fights. That’s the difference.”
Julian Ward:
“And backstage…”
A slight shift.
Julian Ward:
“The Tin Man declared his intent…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…only to be met by overwhelming force.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but he didn’t stay down.”
A nod.
Brick Brody:
“And now? Now that’s a problem for the Monster.”
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame burned bright…”
“Sir Galahad retained against Ares.”
Brick Brody:
“And Ares brought everything—but Galahad’s still standing. That tells you everything.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Frankenstein’s Monster reaffirmed his dominance… defeating Takuma Ryujin.”
Brick Brody:
“Takuma hit him with everything—and it still wasn’t enough.”
A slight shake of the head.
Brick Brody:
“That’s what makes him the champion.”
Julian leans forward slightly.
Tone shifts.
Forward-looking.
Julian Ward:
“But the consequences of tonight… do not end here.”
SUNDAY NIGHT – NORTHERN BELLES
Julian Ward:
“Sunday night… on Northern Belles…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Monsters—Serpenta Veyne, Hydra Veyne, and Medussa Nemesis…”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, the champs.”
Julian Ward:
“…will face The Blonde Bombshells—Dorothy and Alice…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…and a mystery partner.”
The crowd reacts.
Brick Brody:
“Now that—I want to see.”
NEXT WEEK – DARK FABLE
Julian’s tone lowers.
More serious.
Julian Ward:
“And next week…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Alton Bell has made it official.”
The camera slowly tightens.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown will be on the line.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Frankenstein’s Monster… will defend…”
Julian Ward:
“…against The Tin Man.”
The crowd swells.
Brick Brody:
“After what we saw tonight?”
A grin.
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a match—that’s a collision course.”
Julian Ward:
“And the Eternal Flame will be tested once more…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad… defends against Sandman.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a whole different kind of fight right there.”
Julian leans back slightly.
Final tone.
Certain.
Julian Ward:
“Power is shifting.”
“Lines are forming.”
“And the truth behind the King’s Hand…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…is still waiting to be revealed.”
Brick Brody:
“And when it is?”
A slight grin.
Brick Brody:
“Somebody’s going to regret it.”
Julian looks directly into the camera.
Julian Ward:
“For Brick Brody… I’m Julian Ward.”
Julian Ward:
“This has been Dark Fable.”
The camera slowly pulls back.
Torchlight flickers.
The ring sits empty.
But the feeling remains—
Nothing is settled.
Fade to black.
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