Aired - April 24, 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 from shadow to spectacle—Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum revealed in full.
Torchlight burns along the stone walls like a thousand watchful eyes. Banners hang heavy—kingdoms, factions, symbols of power—but tonight, none feel dominant.
Because something else is in the air.
Not excitement.
Tension.
The crowd is loud—but fractured.
The camera sweeps through the stands—
A fan holds high: “TIN MAN – STRUCTURE OVER FORCE”
Another: “ARTHUR IS THE TRUE KING” beneath a worn lion crest
A cluster of gold shirts shimmer—Blonde Bombshells loyalists, defiant, unified
A chilling, hand-painted symbol appears again and again… black and gold… “THE KING’S HAND”
And in the shadows—almost reverent— “SANDMAN BRINGS THE END”
No single voice dominates.
The crowd is choosing sides.
And some… are choosing shadows.
The camera settles at ringside.
Julian Ward sits composed, hands folded.
Brick Brody leans forward, already smirking—like he knows what’s coming.
Julian Ward:
“From Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum… this is Dark Fable.”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“And one week ago… this division did not simply evolve…”
A slight pause.
Julian Ward:
“…it fractured.”
Quick flashes ripple across the screen—
The Nottingham attack—The Merry Band blindsided, precise, coordinated violence from the shadows
The symbol revealed—The King’s Hand—watching, unseen, deliberate
King Arthur, denying involvement… but not denying the threat
Robin Hood, demanding answers… and promising retaliation
Brick Brody:
“That wasn’t random. That was planned. Four people don’t move like that unless someone’s pulling the strings.”
More flashes—
Myrddin the Hollow returning… and changing outcomes at will
Sir Agravaine standing beside him—no longer questioned… only feared
The Scalekeepers overcoming the Dread Knights despite interference
Lilith dismantling Alice—reminding everyone what survival actually costs
Julian Ward:
“Power shifted… not through dominance alone…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…but through control.”
The tone deepens.
The camera lingers.
More flashes—
The Tin Man—methodical, precise—defeating the Mythic Crown Champion
King Arthur at ringside—just enough presence to alter outcome
Frankenstein’s Monster—standing after… but no longer unquestioned
Brick Brody:
“Let’s not dance around it—that was the first crack. And once something like that cracks… it doesn’t go back the same.”
Final flashes—
Sir Galahad standing tall—Eternal Flame intact, unshaken
Ares falling… but not breaking
The Flame… still burning
Julian Ward:
“And yet… even in fracture… some things endured.”
The camera slowly pulls back—arena wide shot.
The ring sits in the center like an altar.
Julian Ward:
“But tonight… endurance is not enough.”
Brick Brody (grinning):
“Good. Because tonight? Tonight people stop surviving… and start taking.”
Julian Ward:
“Because tonight, the consequences continue.”
A measured breath.
Julian Ward:
“We begin with a man who has embraced transformation…”
“…Sir Agravaine—accompanied by Myrddin the Hollow…”
“…facing Prince Charming.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and if Myrddin’s out there? Charming better hope this ends quick.”
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Monsters continue their expansion…”
“…as Serpenta Veyne faces Dorothy.”
Brick Brody:
“Dorothy just went thirty minutes through war last week. Now she gets a serpent? That’s not a break—that’s a test.”
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame Championship will be defended…”
“…Sir Galahad… against Sandman.”
A slight pause.
Brick Brody:
“That one’s different. You can hit Ares. You can fight Ares.”
A grin fades slightly.
Brick Brody:
“You don’t fight something like Sandman… the same way.”
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka Mizuhana, representing the Dragon’s Veil…”
“…faces Regina, with The Huntsman at her side.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s influence versus control. And with the Huntsman involved? Nothing stays clean.”
Julian Ward:
“Ares returns to battle…”
“…against Sir Lancelot.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and Ares doesn’t come back lighter. He comes back angrier.”
Julian pauses.
Lets the weight settle.
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A breath.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Championship will be contested…”
“…as Frankenstein’s Monster…”
“…faces the man who has already proven he can make him fall…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…The Tin Man.”
The crowd reacts—loud, divided, electric.
Brick Brody (leaning forward):
“Yeah… that’s the one.”
A grin.
Brick Brody:
“Because last week? That wasn’t theory anymore.”
A pause.
Brick Brody:
“That was proof.”
Julian Ward:
“And tonight…”
A final, steady line.
Julian Ward:
“…we find out if proof… becomes reality.”
The camera slowly pulls back.
Torchlight flickers.
The ring waits.
The crowd hums—not in celebration—
But in expectation.
The night has begun.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena does not dim.
It withdraws.
Light recedes—not dramatically—but deliberately, as if something unwelcome has entered the space.
Then—
He is already there.
Myrddin the Hollow.
No music.
No cue.
No acknowledgment.
Just presence.
Behind him—
Sir Agravaine.
Armor darkened. Purpose sharpened. No longer a knight of Camelot…
But something colder.
Something chosen.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Agravaine does not walk the same path he once did…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“He has stepped beyond it.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now he’s got that thing behind him.”
A glance at Myrddin.
Brick Brody:
“That’s not backup… that’s insurance.”
Agravaine steps into the ring.
No acknowledgment of the crowd.
No hesitation.
Only intent.
The lights shift.
Warm.
Gold.
Familiar.
A contrast.
And through it—
Prince Charming.
Composed. Regal. Confident—not arrogant—but assured.
A man who believes the story still bends toward order.
Julian Ward:
“Prince Charming represents structure… expectation… the belief that control can still be maintained.”
Brick Brody (smirking):
“Yeah… and he’s about to find out what happens when that belief gets tested.”
Charming enters the ring—eyes locked on Agravaine.
No fear.
Only resolve.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Myrddin the Hollow… SIR AGRAVAINE!”
A cold, uneasy reaction.
“And his opponent… PRINCE CHARMING!”
Strong—but divided support.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine strikes immediately—driving Charming into the corner—no hesitation, no restraint.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what Myrddin does—he takes the hesitation out of you.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Charming answers—clean arm drag into a standing dropkick—creating space.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. Don’t let him dictate the pace.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine halts momentum—hard knee strike—Charming driven to the mat.”
Brick Brody:
“And just like that—it’s gone.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Methodical pressure—Agravaine targets the arm—twisting, controlling, breaking rhythm.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not just trying to win—he’s trying to take something.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin steps forward—no contact—but the referee’s attention shifts—Charming hesitates—”
“Agravaine capitalizes—short-arm lariat connects.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is. That’s all he needs.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Charming rallies—spinning neckbreaker—quick cover—”
“One—Agravaine escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“Too early. You’re not putting him away like that.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Back-and-forth exchange—Charming with precision strikes—forcing Agravaine backward.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s finding openings. Keep pushing.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine answers—lifting—driving Charming down with a brutal spinebuster.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not technique—that’s intent.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin again—silent presence—unseen influence—Charming’s timing disrupted.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s in his head now. That’s worse than interference.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine applies a grounded hold—tight, suffocating—draining movement from Charming.”
Brick Brody:
“This is where it slips away from you.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Charming fights through—rolls free—connects with a jumping DDT!”
Brick Brody:
“There you go! That’s how you break it!”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Momentum shifts—Charming builds—running forearm—followed by a second—Agravaine staggered.”
Brick Brody:
“Now don’t stop—this is your window!”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Charming ascends—diving crossbody—connects clean—cover—”
“Two—Agravaine kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“That was close. Real close.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine rises—expression unchanged—immediately drives a knee into the midsection.”
Brick Brody:
“And just like that—back to square one.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Backbreaker connects—Charming’s spine absorbing continued punishment.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s breaking him down piece by piece.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin steps closer—closer than before—the referee hesitates—”
“Agravaine capitalizes—brutal forearm strike drops Charming.”
Brick Brody:
“This isn’t even subtle anymore.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Charming attempts to rise—fires back with a desperation strike—still fighting.”
Brick Brody:
“I’ll give him that—he’s not quitting.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Agravaine counters—hooks—drives him down with a Black Oath Driver.”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“That’s it.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Cover—center of the ring—”
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Sir Agravaine did not simply defeat Prince Charming…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…he dismantled him.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and with that thing behind him?”
A glance toward Myrddin.
Brick Brody:
“That’s not stopping anytime soon.”
Julian Ward:
“Myrddin the Hollow does not compete…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…he alters.”
Agravaine stands.
Myrddin behind him.
Unmoving.
Unseen.
But undeniable.
SIR AGRAVAINE DEFEATS PRINCE CHARMING VIA PINFALL (BLACK OATH DRIVER) AT 19 MINUTES.
The camera lingers.
Not on the victor—
But on the presence behind him.
Because the match is over.
But the influence…
Is just beginning.
The camera fades in backstage.
Not to stone.
Not to velvet.
But to something… endless.
The corridor is dim—yet not dark. Light drifts unnaturally, like it has no source. The air feels heavy… slowed… as if time itself has thickened.
A faint sound fills the space.
Not music.
A soft, constant whispering drift… like sand moving across glass.
At the center stands Hana Nakamura, microphone in hand.
She looks composed—
But her eyes search the space.
Because something is… wrong.
Hana Nakamura:
“Ladies and gentlemen… I’m standing by with the challenger for the Eternal Flame Championship…”
A slight hesitation.
Even she feels it.
The whispering grows louder.
The lights flicker—
Not off.
But out of sequence.
Then—
He is there.
No entrance.
No footsteps.
Just presence.
Sandman.
Cloaked in drifting shadow… edges of his form slipping… reforming… like something not fully bound to this moment.
Hana steadies herself.
Hana Nakamura:
“Sandman… tonight, you face Sir Galahad for the Eternal Flame Championship.”
A beat.
She leans in slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“What does this opportunity mean to you?”
Silence.
Then—
A slow tilt of Sandman’s head.
When he speaks…
It does not feel like sound.
It feels like echo.
Sandman:
“Opportunity…?”
A soft, hollow breath.
“Such fragile words… you mortals keep…”
A pause.
The whispering grows louder.
Sandman:
“I do not chase… what time has already written…”
“I do not reach… for what is already mine…”
Hana swallows—listening, trying to remain grounded.
Sandman:
“The Flame…”
A slight shift.
The air grows warmer… then colder.
“Burns… because it must…”
“Flickers… because it fears…”
A pause.
Sandman:
“But all flames…”
A breath.
“…fade.”
Hana regains focus—presses forward.
Hana Nakamura:
“Sir Galahad has proven himself… again and again.”
A step closer.
Hana Nakamura:
“He’s endured pressure… resisted chaos… and remained champion.”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“What makes you believe you can succeed… where others have failed?”
Sandman does not react immediately.
Instead—
He steps forward.
Not fully.
Just enough.
And the space around him… warps.
Sandman:
“Endurance…”
A faint, distant tone.
“Is the illusion… of those who measure time in moments…”
A pause.
Sandman:
“I measure… in endings.”
The whispering intensifies.
Almost voices now.
Sandman:
“He stands within the fire…”
“Believing it protects him…”
“Believing it defines him…”
A slight tilt.
Sandman:
“But I have walked… beyond the last ember…”
“Beyond the final light…”
“Beyond the place… where even legends sleep…”
Hana’s grip tightens slightly on the microphone.
Sandman (softer now):
“I do not break men…”
“I do not overpower kings…”
A pause.
Sandman:
“I wait…”
Another beat.
Sandman:
“…until they end.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Unnatural.
Hana exhales slowly—finding her voice again.
Hana Nakamura:
“So tonight…”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“What happens… when the Eternal Flame meets you?”
Sandman’s head lifts slightly.
For the first time—
His presence feels… focused.
Directed.
Sandman:
“The flame will rise…”
“It will burn…”
“It will shine… as all stories do… before they close…”
A pause.
The whispering stops.
Completely.
Sandman:
“And then…”
A breath.
Sandman:
“…it will sleep.”
The lights flicker—
ON—
OFF—
ON—
He is gone.
No transition.
No exit.
Just absence.
Hana stands alone.
Still.
Processing.
She slowly turns back to camera.
Hana Nakamura (quietly):
“…Sir Galahad defends the Eternal Flame…”
A slight pause.
“…against something that doesn’t fight for victory…”
A breath.
“…but for the end.”
The whispering returns.
Faint.
Distant.
Cut to black.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena darkens—
Not into shadow.
Into something watching.
A low hiss fills the air.
Not loud.
But constant.
Unsettling.
Then—
She emerges.
Serpenta Veyne.
Slow. Measured. Elegant.
Every step deliberate… like she already knows how this ends.
Behind her—
At a distance.
Watching.
Hydra Veyne.
Medussa Nemesis.
Not interfering.
Not moving.
Just present.
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta Veyne does not rush into conflict…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“She coils… studies… and strikes when resistance begins to fade.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and if you let her slow this down? You’re already done.”
She enters the ring.
No wasted motion.
No acknowledgment.
Only focus.
The lights shift.
Warmer.
Grounded.
Earnest.
And then—
Dorothy.
No hesitation.
No wonder.
Only resolve.
She walks with purpose—eyes locked forward.
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy endured thirty minutes of sustained battle last week…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“And now she returns… not recovered… but tested.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. Because she’s walking into something that doesn’t care how tough she is.”
Dorothy steps into the ring.
No fear.
Only intent.
Louie Linville stands center.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… representing the Mythic Monsters… SERPENTA VEYNE!”
A cold, uneasy reaction.
“And her opponent… DOROTHY!”
Strong support.
Defiant.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Immediate engagement—Serpenta locks in the Serpent Bite—Dorothy answers instantly with a bulldog—both neutralizing the opening exchange.”
Brick Brody:
“Good start—neither one giving ground.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta launches—swinging hurricanrana connects—Dorothy answers again—bulldog drives Serpenta down.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s matching her move for move. That’s not easy.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Roundhouse kick from Serpenta—sharp, precise—Dorothy fires back with a backhand chop.”
Brick Brody:
“Now it’s turning into a fight.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta ascends—diving crossbody—Dorothy unable to defend—momentum shifts.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s where Serpenta starts building.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta continues—hurricanrana again—but Dorothy counters—Kansas Cyclone—drives her into the mat!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s big! That’s real big!”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy presses—another Kansas Cyclone—cover—”
“Serpenta reverses—roll-through—counter cover—”
“Two—Dorothy escapes!”
Brick Brody:
“Back and forth! Nobody finishing it!”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Wheelbarrow DDT from Serpenta—Dorothy answers with a spinebuster—neither woman maintaining control.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trading everything now.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Roundhouse kick from Serpenta—Dorothy absorbs—creates space—”
A shift.
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy drives forward—forces Serpenta toward the ropes—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta is sent over the top rope—crashing to the outside!”
The crowd reacts.
Loud.
Sudden.
Julian Ward:
“The referee begins the count—”
Brick Brody:
“Get up! Get up!”
Julian Ward:
“Three… four… five… Serpenta beginning to stir…”
Hydra and Medussa step closer—
Not touching—
Watching.
Julian Ward:
“Seven… eight… nine…”
Serpenta reaches—
Julian Ward:
“…ten.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta Veyne has been counted out.”
The bell tolls.
Julian Ward:
“Dorothy survives the exchange… and forces the outcome…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…not through domination… but through awareness.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but Serpenta didn’t lose clean.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“She got caught. That’s different.”
Dorothy stands in the ring.
Breathing heavy.
But steady.
Outside—
Serpenta rises slowly.
Not angry.
Not panicked.
Smiling.
Hydra and Medussa stand beside her.
Unmoved.
Serpenta looks toward the ring.
Toward Dorothy.
A quiet acknowledgment.
Not of defeat—
But of something earned.
Julian Ward:
“This does not end the conflict…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“It deepens it.”
DOROTHY DEFEATS SERPENTA VEYNE VIA COUNT OUT AT 8 MINUTES
The camera lingers—
On Serpenta’s smile.
Because something about this…
Doesn’t feel like a loss.
It feels like…
the beginning.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena falls into darkness—
Not absence of light.
But containment.
Then—
A single flame ignites.
Steady.
Unwavering.
Merlin steps into view.
Calm. Grounded. Watching the unseen.
Then—
Sir Galahad.
The Eternal Flame Champion.
No spectacle.
No arrogance.
The title rests on his shoulder like a burden willingly carried.
Julian Ward:
“The Flame does not burn for glory…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“It burns for purpose.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight we find out if that purpose holds up against… whatever this is.”
The flame flickers.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
It distorts.
The light dims… without fading.
The air shifts.
The whisper returns.
Soft.
Endless.
And he is there.
Sandman.
No entrance.
No movement.
Only presence.
Edges of reality around him feel… unstable.
Julian Ward:
“Sandman does not enter to compete…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“He arrives… when time allows it.”
Brick Brody (low):
“I don’t like this one, Julian.”
Sandman steps into the ring.
Galahad does not move.
They stand across from each other—
Flame…
And end.
Louie Linville steps forward.
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… SANDMAN!”
A quiet… uneasy reaction.
“And his opponent… accompanied by Merlin… he is the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPION… SIR GALAHAD!”
Strong, steady approval.
The flame flickers.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Sandman strikes first—front kick connects—Galahad absorbs the impact.”
Brick Brody:
“He didn’t wait. That’s not how this usually starts.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Merlin attempts guidance—but Sandman reverses—locks in a sleeper—tight, suffocating.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s dragging him down already!”
Julian Ward:
“Galahad refuses to submit.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Galahad answers—Michinoku Driver—Sandman responds immediately—running bulldog.”
Brick Brody:
“Neither one slowing down.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Jumping reverse bulldog from Galahad—momentum shifting.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the champion taking control.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Benadryller connects—but Sandman answers—spin heel kick—perfectly timed.”
Brick Brody:
“You hit him—he hits you right back.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Galahad neutralizes a clothesline—maintains balance—refuses to be drawn into chaos.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to stay grounded.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Pele Kick attempt—reversed—Sandman disrupts the rhythm again.”
Brick Brody:
“He doesn’t let anything flow.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“The Chosen Fall—630 Senton connects!”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Sandman answers instantly—spin heel kick!”
Brick Brody:
“How is he still moving?!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Running Shooting Star Press—Galahad pressing forward—Sandman again responds—spin heel kick.”
Brick Brody:
“You can’t put distance between you and him.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Galahad maintains pressure—suplex connects—Sandman counters—running bulldog.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into endurance.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Sandman reverses again—spinning fist strike—Galahad driven back.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s picking his moments perfectly.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Galahad regains control—suplex—trying to reestablish structure.”
Brick Brody:
“He needs control. He needs it.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Horizontal Gory Special locked in—center of the ring—Sandman refusing to submit.”
Brick Brody:
“He doesn’t react. That’s the problem.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Collision—body splash from Galahad—clothesline from Sandman—both landing heavy impact.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re breaking each other down now.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Front kick again—Sandman targeting the same damage.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s wearing him out.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Pele Kick from Galahad—Sandman answers with a cradle suplex.”
Brick Brody:
“Every time!”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Reverse bulldog—running bulldog—simultaneous offense—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“This is not slowing down!”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Sandman drives Galahad down—cover—”
“One—Galahad escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“That was close.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Galahad neutralizes another strike—still fighting—still standing.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the Flame right there.”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Sandman locks in the sleeper again—tight—center of the ring—Galahad refuses to submit.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s draining him!”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“The Chosen Fall attempt—countered—cradle suplex from Sandman—cover—”
“Two—Galahad survives!”
Brick Brody:
“How?!”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Merlin attempts interference—Sandman remains unaffected—another cradle suplex—center of the ring—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
Silence.
Not shock.
Something heavier.
Julian Ward:
“The Flame… has been extinguished.”
A pause.
Brick Brody (quietly):
“…I didn’t think I’d see that.”
Sandman rises.
Slow.
Unbothered.
Sir Galahad remains down.
Not broken—
But ended.
Merlin kneels beside him.
Too late.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad endured… resisted… fought…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“But Sandman did not seek to overcome him…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“He waited…”
Sandman turns.
The title is presented.
He does not celebrate.
He does not react.
He simply takes it.
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a win…”
A slow shake of the head.
Brick Brody:
“That’s a statement.”
Sandman stands in the ring.
The Eternal Flame Championship in his grasp.
The lights flicker.
The whisper returns.
Julian Ward:
“A new champion… not forged in fire…”
A final beat.
Julian Ward:
“…but born from the end of it.”
SANDMAN DEFEATS SIR GALAHAD VIA PINFALL (CRADLE SUPLEX) AT 22 MINUTES TO WIN THE ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP
The camera lingers.
The flame at ringside…
Flickers.
And goes out.
The screen does not cut.
It fades… incorrectly.
Like time itself is resisting the transition.
Snow falls.
Heavy.
Silent.
Unnatural.
Red lanterns burn through the storm—unmoving, unshaken by the wind that clearly exists.
A path of worn stone leads through a line of torii gates—each one darker than the last.
No sound.
No life.
Only presence.
A subtitle appears:
“Undisclosed Location – Japan”
“All dialogue translated from Japanese”
The camera glides forward.
Through the gates.
Into the mountain.
Into something that does not belong to the outside world.
Interior – The Dojo
Wood.
Aged.
Perfectly maintained.
Candles burn low.
The light does not spread.
It stops where it is allowed.
Men train in silence.
No voices.
Only impact.
Bodies hitting wood.
Breath leaving lungs.
Correction without instruction.
Pain without reaction.
A trainee is thrown.
Hard.
He does not cry out.
He rises.
Again.
A wall of black mirrors reflects them—
But wrong.
Distorted.
Twisted.
Not who they are…
But what remains.
A piece of paper is placed in a bowl.
A name written in ink.
The flame touches it.
The name burns.
No one watches.
No one acknowledges.
The camera continues.
Deeper.
Past the training.
Past the ritual.
Inner Chamber
Stillness.
Absolute.
A figure sits.
Unmoving.
Unquestioned.
Sensei Kagehito.
The Shadowed One.
His face obscured.
His hands wrapped.
His presence…
Unavoidable.
Before him—
Lord Kurogami.
Standing.
Head lowered.
Respect—not performed.
Instinctive.
Behind him—
Raigen the Blood Oni.
Kneeling.
Head covered by a black hood.
Stripped.
Not a warrior.
Not yet.
Silence holds.
Then—
Kagehito speaks.
Kagehito:
“…again.”
Raigen does not move.
He waits.
Kagehito:
“You are still wearing him.”
A pause.
Kagehito:
“Remove it.”
Raigen slowly lifts his head beneath the hood.
Breathing controlled.
But strained.
Kurogami steps forward slightly.
Still not raising his gaze.
Kurogami:
“Sensei Kagehito…”
A respectful bow of the head.
Kurogami:
“The world beyond these walls shifts.”
A pause.
Kurogami:
“Conflict grows.”
“Power gathers.”
Kagehito does not respond.
Kurogami:
“And the Syndicate…”
A slight glance toward Raigen.
Kurogami:
“…must evolve with it.”
Silence.
Longer this time.
Kagehito slowly rises.
The room changes.
Not visually.
But weight shifts.
Every figure in the dojo freezes.
Kagehito steps forward.
One step.
That is enough.
He stops in front of Raigen.
Kagehito:
“You seek evolution…”
A pause.
Kagehito:
“…but you bring me a man.”
Raigen’s breathing tightens.
Kagehito:
“I do not train men.”
A beat.
Kagehito:
“I remove them.”
Kurogami remains still.
Accepting.
Kurogami:
“Then remove what is unnecessary.”
A long silence.
Kagehito reaches forward—
Not violently.
Not forcefully.
He grips the hood.
And pulls it away.
Raigen’s face is revealed—
But he does not react.
Not fully.
Something behind the eyes… restrained.
Kagehito studies him.
Unblinking.
Kagehito:
“Rage…”
A slight tilt of the head.
Kagehito:
“…is still choosing for you.”
Raigen clenches his jaw.
Kagehito:
“That is weakness.”
A pause.
Kagehito:
“You hesitate.”
Raigen’s eyes narrow.
Kagehito:
“That is failure.”
Silence.
Then—
Kagehito (final):
“Break him.”
Kurogami closes his eyes briefly.
Acceptance.
Raigen lowers his head.
Not in defeat.
In submission to process.
Two masked trainees step forward.
They take Raigen—
Not gently.
Not violently.
Inevitably.
They drag him toward the deeper chamber.
The camera follows—
Just enough—
To glimpse it.
A room.
Walls lined with black mirrors.
Red lanterns flickering.
No reflection looks correct.
Raigen is thrown inside.
The door slides shut.
Silence.
From within—
Impact.
Another.
Then another.
No voice.
No scream.
Only correction.
The camera returns to Kagehito.
Standing.
Unmoved.
Kurogami stands beside him now.
Not above.
Not below.
Aligned.
Kurogami (quietly):
“The world will soon see what emerges.”
A long pause.
Kagehito does not look at him.
Kagehito:
“They will not see…”
A beat.
Kagehito:
“…until it is too late.”
The lanterns flicker.
The camera slowly pulls back.
Through the dojo.
Through the silence.
Through the snow.
Back past the torii gates.
The whisper of wind returns.
Final line appears on screen:
“In the Blood Oni Dojo… you do not learn how to fight.”
“You learn what remains… when fighting is all you have left.”
Cut to black.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims—
Not into darkness.
Into control.
A soft wind moves across the stage.
Measured.
Intentional.
Lady Ayame Ryu steps into view.
Still.
Composed.
Her presence alone quiets the air.
Then—
Sayaka Mizuhana.
Focused. Disciplined. Precise.
Every step is calculated.
Nothing wasted.
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka Mizuhana represents discipline shaped through structure…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…emotion controlled… and released only when necessary.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight she’s gonna need all of it.”
The air shifts.
Sharply.
Cold.
A darker presence emerges.
Regina.
Elegant.
Cruel.
Unapologetic.
Behind her—
The Huntsman.
Still.
Watching.
Waiting.
Julian Ward:
“Regina does not compete for victory…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“She enforces consequence.”
Brick Brody:
“And with him out there?”
A glance toward The Huntsman.
Brick Brody:
“That consequence gets real unfair, real fast.”
Both competitors enter the ring.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Lady Ayame Ryu… SAYAKA MIZUHANA!”
Strong, respectful reaction.
“And her opponent… accompanied by The Huntsman… REGINA!”
A colder, sharper response.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Regina strikes immediately—rakes the eyes—Sayaka unable to defend—early advantage.”
Brick Brody:
“Right to it—no hesitation, no rules.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka answers—German suplex connects—but Regina counters—Dark Enchantment applied—sleeper locked in.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s choking the fight out of her!”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka escapes—Fubuki Poison Rana—drives Regina down—Regina answers again—another rake to the eyes.”
Brick Brody:
“She keeps going back to it. It works.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka launches—superkick off the apron—Regina driven outside—”
A shift.
Julian Ward:
“The Huntsman intervenes—brutal strike with the axe handle!”
Brick Brody:
“There it is! That’s the difference!”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Referee distracted—Huntsman again—clubbing blow—Sayaka absorbs heavy damage.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into a setup.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Another unseen strike from the Huntsman—Sayaka unable to defend—Regina regains control.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not just fighting Regina anymore.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Regina ascends—diving elbow drop—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Lady Ayame Ryu intervenes—perfect timing—disruption created!”
Brick Brody:
“Now it’s even!”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka capitalizes—Dodonpa Crucifix Driver—clean connection—momentum shifts.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you take it back!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka drives forward—superkick off the apron—Regina sent crashing to the outside!”
The crowd rises.
Julian Ward:
“The referee begins the count—”
Brick Brody:
“She’s in trouble now!”
Julian Ward:
“Four… five… six… Regina not moving—”
The Huntsman steps forward—
But too late.
Julian Ward:
“Eight… nine…”
A reach—
A stumble—
Julian Ward:
“…ten.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Regina has been counted out.”
The bell tolls.
Julian Ward:
“Sayaka Mizuhana withstands interference… endures disruption…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…and finds the opening.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but let’s be clear—this didn’t end clean.”
A glance toward The Huntsman.
Brick Brody:
“This just got even.”
Sayaka stands in the ring.
Breathing steady.
Composed.
Lady Ayame Ryu behind her.
Calm.
Observing.
Outside—
Regina rises slowly.
The Huntsman beside her.
Not angry.
Not shaken.
Focused.
Regina looks toward the ring.
Eyes locked on Sayaka.
No words.
But the message is clear.
Julian Ward:
“This was not resolution…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…it was escalation.”
SAYAKA MIZUHANA DEFEATS REGINA VIA COUNT OUT AT 9 MINUTES
The camera lingers—
On both sides.
Because nothing here…
Feels finished.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena trembles—
Not from sound.
From presence.
Lightning cracks across the stage.
White.
Blinding.
Violent.
Ares emerges.
War incarnate.
Every step heavy.
Every movement deliberate destruction.
Behind him—
Zeus.
Still.
Towering.
Watching.
Judging.
Julian Ward:
“Ares does not enter to compete…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“He enters to impose.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and after losing earlier?”
A smirk.
Brick Brody:
“He’s not coming in calm.”
The light shifts.
Gold.
Noble.
Unyielding.
Sir Lancelot steps forward.
Armor gleaming.
Composed.
Focused.
A knight who does not retreat from war—
But meets it.
And behind him—
Also—
Zeus.
A pause.
The tension sharpens.
Julian Ward:
“Two warriors… guided by the same presence…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“But only one will be judged worthy tonight.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—or maybe neither.”
Both men enter the ring.
Eyes locked.
No hesitation.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… accompanied by Zeus… ARES!”
A heavy, divided reaction.
“And his opponent… SIR LANCELOT!”
Strong support.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Immediate exchange—short arm clothesline from Ares—Lancelot answers with a running shooting star press!”
Brick Brody:
“Right out of the gate—no feeling out!”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Forearm smash from Ares—Lancelot responds—Falcon Arrow—clean connection.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s matching power with precision.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Backbreaker from Ares—Lancelot again answers—another Falcon Arrow.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s staying one step ahead.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Side Russian leg sweep—enzuigiri from Lancelot—momentum remains contested.”
Brick Brody:
“Nobody taking control yet.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Running Shooting Star Press—Lancelot pressing forward—Ares absorbing damage.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s pushing the pace now.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Backbreaker from Ares—Lancelot answers with a rolling elbow.”
Brick Brody:
“Every time Ares hits—Lancelot fires back.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Ares continues targeting the back—wearing Lancelot down—momentum beginning to shift.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s slowing him down now.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Ares attempts a Gorilla Slam—Lancelot reverses—rolling elbow connects!”
Brick Brody:
“Perfect counter!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Falcon Arrow again—Lancelot maintaining control.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s building something here.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Pedigree connects—cover—”
“One… two—Ares kicks out!”
Brick Brody:
“That was close!”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Enzuigiri from Lancelot—Ares continues to absorb punishment.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s wearing him down piece by piece.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Zeus intervenes—thunderous distraction—moment disrupted—Ares regains footing.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is—judgment stepping in.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Side Russian leg sweep—Ares capitalizes—control shifting.”
Brick Brody:
“He needed that.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Powerbomb from Ares—heavy impact—Lancelot driven into the mat.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the kind of damage that ends fights.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Lancelot responds—superkick—cover—”
“One—Ares escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s still in it.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Superkick attempt—reversed—neckbreaker from Ares!”
Brick Brody:
“That could shift everything.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Lancelot answers again—another superkick—refusing to yield.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not going away.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Short arm clothesline—Ares continues to apply pressure.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s grinding him down.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Ares overcomes interference—backbreaker connects—Lancelot struggling to maintain footing.”
Brick Brody:
“This is where it breaks.”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Forearm smash—Ares pressing advantage—momentum fully shifted.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s taking over now.”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“Collision—knee lift from Ares—disruption from Merlin—chaos at ringside—balance fractured.”
Brick Brody:
“Nobody’s controlling this anymore!”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Forearm smash—superkick—both men landing strikes—neither falling.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re running on instinct now!”
Minute 23
Julian Ward:
“Bridging suplex from Lancelot—cover—”
“Two—Ares escapes!”
Brick Brody:
“That was it! That had to be it!”
Minute 24
Julian Ward:
“Powerbomb from Ares—enzuigiri from Lancelot—both men pushing beyond limits.”
Brick Brody:
“This is breaking down!”
Minute 25
Julian Ward:
“Ares drives forward—knee lift—reversed—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“Lancelot counters—running bulldog—center of the ring—cover—”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
The bell tolls.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Lancelot withstands war… absorbs punishment…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…and finds the moment.”
Brick Brody:
“He took everything Ares had… and still found a way.”
A scoff.
Brick Brody:
“That’s a fight.”
Ares sits up slowly.
Not defeated.
Not broken.
Angry.
Zeus stands between them.
Unmoving.
Judging.
Lancelot rises.
Breathing heavy.
But standing.
Julian Ward:
“This was not dominance…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…this was survival.”
SIR LANCELOT DEFEATS ARES VIA PINFALL (RUNNING BULLDOG) AT 25 MINUTES
The camera lingers—
On Ares.
On Lancelot.
On Zeus.
Because judgment has not been passed.
Only delayed.
The camera cuts backstage.
Stone corridor.
Torchlight.
But unlike earlier… this space feels tense, not mystical.
Real.
Earned.
Hana Nakamura stands ready, microphone in hand.
Beside her—
Robin Hood.
Bruised.
A cut still visible near his brow.
But standing straight.
Focused.
Next to him—
Will Scarlett.
Arms crossed.
Eyes sharp.
Watching everything.
Hana turns slightly toward them.
Hana Nakamura:
“Robin… last week in Nottingham…”
A careful pause.
Hana Nakamura:
“You and the Merry Band were attacked… by a group now being referred to as The King’s Hand.”
Robin doesn’t interrupt.
Doesn’t react outwardly.
But his jaw tightens.
Hana Nakamura:
“Since then… there’s been speculation… accusations…”
A glance toward him.
Hana Nakamura:
“Have you learned anything about who these men are?”
A beat.
Robin exhales slowly.
Measured.
Robin Hood:
“No.”
Flat.
Honest.
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“No names.”
“No faces.”
“No banners to hide behind.”
He shifts his stance slightly.
Robin Hood:
“But I know this…”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“They didn’t come for chaos.”
A step forward.
Robin Hood:
“They came with purpose.”
Will Scarlett nods once.
Low.
Will Scarlett:
“Coordinated.”
A glance toward Hana.
Will Scarlett:
“Disciplined.”
Back to Robin.
Will Scarlett:
“And they knew exactly who they were hitting.”
Robin’s eyes narrow.
Robin Hood:
“Yeah.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“They wanted us caught off guard.”
A slight edge creeps into his voice.
Robin Hood:
“They wanted us vulnerable.”
He leans slightly toward the camera now.
Robin Hood:
“They wanted us to feel it.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Hana steps in carefully.
Hana Nakamura:
“And King Arthur has denied any involvement—”
Robin raises a hand.
Not aggressive.
Just stopping the direction.
Robin Hood:
“This isn’t about Arthur.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“If it was… we’d already be dealing with him.”
Will Scarlett smirks slightly.
Will Scarlett:
“He doesn’t hide behind shadows.”
Robin nods.
Robin Hood:
“No.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“These ones do.”
He turns fully to the camera now.
Direct.
No hesitation.
Robin Hood:
“So here’s how this works.”
The tone shifts.
Not reactive.
Decisive.
Robin Hood:
“You wanted to make a statement?”
A slight nod.
Robin Hood:
“You got one.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“Now it’s our turn.”
Will steps forward beside him.
Aligned.
Robin Hood:
“Next week.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“You send two of your ‘King’s Hand.’”
A slight smirk.
Not playful.
Challenging.
Robin Hood:
“Just two.”
Will cracks his knuckles lightly.
Robin Hood:
“And you meet me…”
A glance to his side.
Robin Hood:
“…and Will Scarlett.”
Silence.
Robin leans in slightly.
Robin Hood:
“No shadows.”
“No ambush.”
“No running.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“Just you…”
A final step forward.
Robin Hood:
“…and us.”
He pauses.
Lets it land.
Robin Hood (low, sharp):
“If you’re brave enough to show up.”
Silence.
Will smirks wider now.
Will Scarlett:
“And if you’re not…”
A shrug.
Will Scarlett:
“We’ll come find you.”
Hana looks between them—
The energy is different now.
Not uncertainty.
Not reaction.
Hunt.
Hana Nakamura:
“Next week… Robin Hood and Will Scarlett…”
A pause.
“…calling out The King’s Hand.”
Robin doesn’t break eye contact with the camera.
Robin Hood (quietly):
“Let’s see if they’re real… when the lights are on.”
The camera lingers.
Torchlight flickers.
For the first time since Nottingham—
The Merry Band isn’t waiting.
They’re coming.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena goes dark.
Not theatrical.
Heavy.
A slow… deliberate pulse of electricity echoes through the Coliseum.
Then—
A surge.
Frankenstein’s Monster.
He does not enter.
He arrives.
Step by step—massive, immovable, inevitable.
Behind him—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Eyes wide.
Obsessed.
Watching his creation like a man guarding a miracle… or a weapon.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown rests on a being that does not feel pressure…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…because it does not feel.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that’s why he’s still champion.”
The lights shift.
Cold.
Mechanical.
Precise.
A rhythmic metallic sound echoes.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Tin Man.
No emotion.
No hesitation.
Only structure.
Only function.
Julian Ward:
“The Tin Man does not seek chaos…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“He seeks correction.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and last week? He proved he can correct the champion.”
Tin Man steps into the ring.
Staring directly at the Monster.
No fear.
No doubt.
Louie Linville steps forward.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… the challenger… THE TIN MAN!”
A strong, divided reaction.
“And his opponent… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein… he is the MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPION… FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!”
Heavy response.
The two stand center ring.
Still.
Unmoving.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Immediate collision—Monster attempts early control—Dr. Frankenstein distracting—Tin Man answers with a belly-to-belly suplex.”
Brick Brody:
“He didn’t get caught this time.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“The Bolt Driver connects—Tin Man responds again—another belly-to-belly—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re meeting head-on.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Deadweight Drop—Monster imposes force—Tin Man answers—fireman’s carry—maintains balance.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not getting overwhelmed.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Tin Man strikes—hinged hammer—Monster reverses—drives him down—early cover—two count.”
Brick Brody:
“Close—but not enough.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Graveyard Slam—Tin Man responds again—belly-to-belly—counter exchange continues.”
Brick Brody:
“He keeps finding answers.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Monster attempts control—Tin Man reverses—legsweep—moment disrupted.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you slow something like that down.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“The Clamp locked in—pressure applied—Tin Man refusing to submit.”
Brick Brody:
“He doesn’t feel it the same way.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Flat Liner—heavy impact—cover—two—Tin Man survives.”
Brick Brody:
“That should’ve been it!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Elbow drop—another cover—Tin Man kicks out again.”
Brick Brody:
“He just keeps going.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Heavy Hand—Monster continues relentless offense—Tin Man still survives.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s testing the limits now.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—Heavy Hand—legsweep—Tin Man still finding counters.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not breaking—but he’s bending.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Tin Man presses—hinged hammer strikes connect—momentum shifting.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is—there’s the opening!”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Deadweight Drop—Tin Man answers—hinged hammer—trading again.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re both still in this!”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Tin Man reverses—strikes clean—Monster absorbing damage now.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s turning it!”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Bolt Driver—Monster halts momentum—cover—Tin Man kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“Still not enough!”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Heavy Hand—Tin Man answers with another legsweep—balance remains contested.”
Brick Brody:
“He won’t stay down!”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Bolt Driver again—Tin Man answers—headbutt—both men continuing forward.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re running on something else now.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Heavy Hand—hinged hammer—simultaneous impact—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“This is just damage now.”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Stitched Slam—Tin Man responds—belly-to-belly—cover—Monster kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“That was close!”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Deadweight Drop—center of the ring—cover—”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“One… two… three.”
The bell tolls.
Silence.
Then—
A heavy reaction.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown… remains with the Monster.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but don’t get it twisted…”
A pause.
Brick Brody:
“He had to go through him this time.”
Frankenstein’s Monster rises.
Slow.
Unchanged.
Tin Man remains down.
Not broken.
But… halted.
Dr. Frankenstein steps forward.
Relief.
Validation.
Julian Ward:
“Last week… Tin Man proved he could make the champion fall…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight… the champion proved he could rise again.”
Monster stands over Tin Man.
Not celebrating.
Not acknowledging.
Just… existing.
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER DEFEATS TIN MAN VIA PINFALL (DEADWEIGHT DROP) AT 20 MINUTES TO RETAIN THE MYTHIC CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP
The camera lingers.
On both.
Because this—
Does not feel finished.
It feels…
unfinished business.
The camera returns to ringside.
The torchlight feels dimmer now.
Not weaker…
Heavier.
Julian Ward sits composed, but there is weight behind his eyes.
Brick Brody leans forward, elbows on the desk—still processing.
A brief silence.
Letting everything settle.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight… the Mythic Division did not simply move forward…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…it shifted.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—shifted hard.”
A slight shake of the head.
Brick Brody:
“You had control… you had structure… you had power…”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“And then one by one… things started breaking.”
Julian Ward:
“Sir Agravaine continues his transformation… under the influence of Myrddin the Hollow…”
Quick flash—Agravaine standing, Myrddin behind him.
Julian Ward:
“The conflict between the Mythic Monsters and their challengers escalates…”
Flash—Serpenta outside the ring… smiling.
Dorothy standing tall.
Julian Ward:
“The Dragon’s Veil and Regina’s faction… now fully engaged in open conflict…”
Flash—Sayaka standing composed… Regina watching from outside.
Brick Brody:
“And that one’s not done. Not even close.”
Julian Ward:
“Sir Lancelot survives war… defeating Ares in a contest of endurance…”
Flash—Lancelot standing… Ares seated, seething.
Zeus watching both.
Brick Brody:
“That wasn’t clean. That wasn’t pretty.”
A smirk.
Brick Brody:
“That was real.”
Julian nods slightly.
Then—
His tone shifts.
Julian Ward:
“And in our championship matches…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“The landscape changed.”
Flash—
Sandman standing with the Eternal Flame Championship.
The whisper echoes faintly.
Julian Ward (lower):
“Sir Galahad… endured everything asked of him…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“But tonight… endurance was not enough.”
Brick Brody (quietly):
“He didn’t lose to a man…”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“He lost to something that waits.”
Another flash—
Frankenstein’s Monster standing over Tin Man.
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
A measured breath.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown remains with Frankenstein’s Monster…”
Brick Brody:
“But don’t forget—Tin Man pushed him.”
A glance toward the ring.
Brick Brody:
“And that story’s not over either.”
Julian leans slightly forward.
Now—
Transitioning.
Julian Ward:
“And next week…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“The consequences continue.”
The screen begins showing match graphics as he speaks.
Julian Ward:
“In our main event… the Eternal Flame will be contested once more…”
Sandman vs Sir Galahad graphic
Julian Ward:
“Sandman… defends against Sir Galahad… in a rematch for the Eternal Flame Championship.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now Galahad knows exactly what he’s dealing with.”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“Question is… can you fight something like that twice?”
Next graphic.
Julian Ward:
“Queen of the North Champion Lilith faces Rapunzel… in non-title competition.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s dangerous for Rapunzel.”
Next graphic.
Julian Ward:
“The North Star Tag Team Champions… Monsters of Myth…”
Hydra & Medussa appear.
“…take on Maid Marion and Lark of Sherwood… in a non-title match.”
Brick Brody:
“Sherwood’s stepping into deep water.”
Next graphic.
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur and Sir Lancelot unite…”
Arthur. Lancelot.
“…to face the Universal Tag Team Champions… Kong and Ogre… in non-title action.”
Brick Brody (grinning):
“Now THAT… that’s a fight.”
Final graphic.
Julian Ward:
“And as issued tonight…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“The Sherwood Challenge.”
Robin Hood. Will Scarlet.
Julian Ward:
“Robin Hood and Will Scarlet call out The King’s Hand…”
Brick Brody:
“If they show up… we’re getting answers.”
Julian nods.
Then—
One more.
Julian Ward:
“And next week… Mythic General Manager Alton Bell will be present…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…to officially announce the May Pay-Per-View…”
The screen fades to a dark, ominous graphic.
THE LONG NIGHT
Torchlight flickers across the screen.
Brick Brody (low):
“…yeah.”
Brick Brody:
“That name tells you everything.”
Julian looks into the camera.
Final tone.
Measured.
Julian Ward:
“The light fades…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…but it does not vanish quietly.”
Another beat.
Julian Ward:
“For Brick Brody… I’m Julian Ward…”
Brick Brody:
“And next week… it gets worse.”
A final wide shot of the arena.
Torchlight flickering.
The ring empty.
But something lingers.
The whisper returns.
Faint.
Fade to black.
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