Aired - May 1, 2026
(Black screen. The sound of a heavy book opening.)
(A candle ignites. Ink creeps across parchment like it’s alive.)
(A choir hums low. A single bell tolls—slower this time.)
Voice-over (smooth, ominous):
“Once upon a time… they told you monsters weren’t real.”
(beat)
“They were wrong.”
(The ink burns darker now—spreading like rot across the page.)
“Here… they don’t hide.”
“They reign.”
(The words sear into the screen like a cursed fairytale title card.)
NPCW: DARK FABLE
Voice-over:
“This is the MYTHIC Division.”
“Welcome… to DARK FABLE.”
SIGNATURE MONTAGE (Q2)
1) Frankenstein’s Monster — Mythic Crown Champion
(Lightning rends the sky. Thunder shakes the frame.)
Mordred swings with fury—desperation made flesh.
The Monster does not fall.
He absorbs. Endures. Advances.
A hand clamps around Mordred—lifting him as if he weighs nothing.
A devastating slam. The ring buckles.
Silence—then impact echoes like judgment.
The Monster stands over him. Crown claimed. Not won—taken.
2) The Enforcers — Kong & Ogre
(Steel chains drag across stone. Heavy footsteps echo.)
Kong crushes a man into the mat with raw force—no finesse, only inevitability.
Ogre follows—lifting, driving, ending.
Tag precision without mercy.
Two bodies fall.
Two monsters stand.
Gold raised—not in celebration… but in ownership.
3) King Arthur
(A sword is driven into the ground. The camera circles.)
Arthur rises from one knee—battle-worn, unbroken.
A strike dodged. A counter delivered clean.
Another opponent falls. Then another.
He does not roar.
He does not boast.
He simply stands…
The last one left.
4) Takuma Ryujin
(A dragon’s silhouette coils through smoke.)
Takuma explodes forward—precision wrapped in violence.
A brutal strike combination snaps his opponent backward.
Then—final impact. Sudden. Absolute.
He kneels for a moment… not in weakness—
But in control.
5) Morgana Le Faye
(Dark mist curls across the screen.)
Her opponent charges.
Morgana does not move—until it’s already over.
A twist. A trap. A cruel, inevitable finish.
She rises slowly, eyes cold.
This was never a match.
It was a lesson.
6) Blonde Bombshells — Alice & Dorothy
(Bright light flickers… then distorts.)
Alice spins through an opponent—fluid, sharp.
Dorothy follows—precise, perfectly timed.
Double-team execution—clean, ruthless, synchronized.
They stand side by side.
Not innocence.
Not nostalgia.
Something sharper… wearing a familiar face.
7) Robin Hood
(An arrow cuts across the screen—transitioning the shot.)
Robin slips a strike by inches.
Counters instantly—clean, efficient.
Another opponent falls to precision, not power.
He looks into the hard cam—calm, defiant.
A thief.
A hero.
A problem.
8) Monsters of Myth — Hydra Veyne, Medussa Nemesis, Serpenta Veyne
(A low hiss fills the air. Multiple shadows move at once.)
Hydra overwhelms—relentless, many-headed offense.
Medussa strikes—cold, calculated, finishing with venom.
Serpenta coils and crushes—tight, suffocating control.
Three forces. One presence.
They do not fight for victory.
They consume it.
(The choir rises. War drums thunder beneath it.)
(The arena appears—lit like a cathedral built for conflict.)
Voice-over:
“This isn’t the North.”
“This isn’t the light.”
(beat)
“In DARK FABLE… the story doesn’t end happily.”
(The music drops—just the bell now.)
“It ends… with a winner.”
(beat—longer than before)
“And now… the winners are changing the story.”
“This… is DARK FABLE.”
The camera rises out of darkness and into the roaring heart of Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum.
Torchlight flickers along stone walls. The air feels heavy—earned, not given.
The crowd is not just loud.
It is divided.
It is devout.
Across the arena, a sea of green surges in one section—
Hoods up. Bows raised in the air.
“ROBIN! ROBIN! ROBIN!”
Hand-painted signs sway:
“STEAL FROM KINGS”
“SHERWOOD NEVER BENDS”
“OUTLAW JUSTICE”
A massive banner stretches across the railing:
“THE PEOPLE’S ARROW STILL FLIES”
Opposite them—
Gold. Crimson. Regal.
The faithful of Camelot stand tall, arms crossed over chests in knightly salute.
“AR-THUR! AR-THUR!”
Polished replica swords catch the torchlight.
Posters read:
“THE TRUE KING RETURNS”
“HONOR ABOVE ALL”
“CAMELOT DOES NOT FALL”
One sign, held high and unwavering:
“CROWN OR NOTHING.”
A strange hush ripples through another section—
Then a slow, rhythmic sway.
Fans dressed in muted tones… eyes distant.
Soft.
Almost reverent.
“SAND-MAN… SAND-MAN…”
Not shouted.
Whispered.
Signs drift like dreams:
“ENTER THE DREAM”
“TIME IS A CIRCLE”
“HE WAITS WHERE YOU SLEEP”
A lone fan holds a black placard:
“YOU NEVER WAKE.”
Then—brightness.
Flash.
Color.
A sharp contrast cuts through the mythic weight—
The Blonde Bombshells faithful erupt with high-energy cheers.
“DOR-O-THY! AL-ICE! DOR-O-THY! AL-ICE!”
Pink and gold shirts everywhere.
Glittering signs:
“STILL THE STANDARD”
“280 DAYS OF DOMINANCE”
“BOMBSHELLS FOREVER”
One oversized poster:
“YOU DON’T REPLACE ICONS.”
And then—
The lights dim slightly.
A darker pocket of the arena.
Black banners. Silver sigils.
Cold.
Unified.
“BRO-KEN CROWN! BRO-KEN CROWN!”
No joy.
No excitement.
Only intent.
Signs etched in harsh lettering:
“THE KING WAS A LIE”
“BLOOD REWRITES LEGACY”
“ALL CROWNS BREAK”
One chilling message, held steady:
“MORDRED WAS RIGHT.”
The camera cuts—
Down to ringside.
To the desk.
Julian Ward sits composed, hands folded.
Brick Brody leans forward, already smirking.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight, from Scrooge’s Camelot Coliseum, we begin again… not with celebration—but with consequence.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, and there’s plenty of that to go around, Jules. Especially after what went down at Whiteout.”
Julian Ward:
“At Whiteout… the balance of power shifted. A new Universal Champion was crowned—Ghost of Christmas Past.”
Brick Brody:
“…Let’s just hope he actually shows up to Camelot more than Mean Jack Mason did.”
Julian Ward:
“And with that shift… tonight marks the beginning of the Road to Ashes of Empire—a multi-night event this June that will reshape the Mythic Division.”
Brick Brody:
“You don’t just ‘reshape’ things on Dark Fable, Julian… you burn ‘em down and see what’s left standing.”
Julian Ward:
“But before we reach that end… the road passes through another trial.”
Brick Brody:
“The LONG NIGHT.”
Julian Ward:
“May 31st. And already… two matches have been signed.”
Brick Brody:
“Oh, this is where it gets good.”
Julian Ward:
“For the Queen of the North Championship—Lilith will defend against Morgana Le Faye.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a title match, that’s a collision of two women who don’t believe in limits. Somebody’s walking out changed… and I don’t mean for the better.”
Julian Ward:
“And for the Mythic Crown—Frankenstein’s Monster will defend against King Arthur.”
Brick Brody:
“…The Monster versus the King. Creation versus legacy. That’s not a match—that’s a reckoning.”
Julian Ward:
“And if last week taught us anything…”
(A measured pause. The weight settles.)
“…it is that control is no longer stable… it is being contested.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—last week wasn’t about who’s on top… it was about how fast things can fall apart.”
Julian Ward:
“Sir Agravaine continued his transformation… under the influence of Myrddin the Hollow.”
(Quick flashes—Agravaine dismantling Prince Charming… Myrddin standing behind him… unmoving, ever-present.)
“…not guided…”
“…altered.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a manager, Julian—that’s control. And Agravaine? He’s not fighting his own fights anymore.”
Julian Ward:
“The conflict between the Mythic Monsters and their challengers deepened…”
(Flash—Dorothy standing in the ring… Serpenta outside… smiling.)
“…Dorothy survived… but did not end the threat.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, that wasn’t a win—that was a warning. You don’t get smiles like that after a loss unless something bigger’s coming.”
Julian Ward:
“The Dragon’s Veil and Regina’s faction… moved from tension… to open conflict.”
(Flash—Sayaka standing tall… Regina outside with The Huntsman… watching.)
“…interference… countered by intervention…”
“…balance… broken.”
Brick Brody:
“And now both sides know exactly how far the other’s willing to go. That doesn’t cool off… that escalates.”
Julian Ward:
“Sir Lancelot endured war… and overcame Ares.”
(Flash—Lancelot standing… Ares seated, seething… Zeus between them.)
“…not through dominance…”
“…but survival.”
Brick Brody:
“That wasn’t pretty—that was a fight. And Ares? He’s not done with that.”
Julian Ward:
“And backstage… a new force continued to take shape.”
(Flash—Raigen dragged into the chamber… Kagehito unmoving… Kurogami watching.)
“…the Blood Oni do not train…”
“…they remove what remains.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… whatever walks out of that place? It’s not walking out the same.”
Julian Ward:
“And perhaps most critically…”
(A deeper pause.)
“…the balance of power shifted.”
(Flash—Sandman standing over Galahad… the Flame extinguished.)
“…Sir Galahad endured…”
“…but endurance… was not enough.”
Brick Brody (lower):
“He didn’t lose to a man…”
(A beat.)
“He lost to something that waits.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event…”
(Flash—Frankenstein’s Monster standing over Tin Man.)
“…the Mythic Crown remained with the Monster…”
“…but for the first time…”
“…it was challenged… and tested.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that matters. Because now everybody knows… it can be done.”
Julian Ward:
“And finally…”
(Flash—Robin Hood and Will Scarlett… defiant… focused.)
“…the shadows revealed themselves.”
“…The King’s Hand struck…”
“…and The Merry Band now hunts in return.”
Brick Brody (grinning):
“Good. No more guessing. Now we find out if those shadows show up when the lights are on.”
Julian Ward:
“Tonight… we continue forward.”
He gestures subtly toward the ring.
Julian Ward:
“Our opening contest—non-title action—features the North Star Tag Team Champions.”
Brick Brody:
“The Monsters of Myth. And if you’re Lark of Sherwood and Maid Marion? You better understand—you’re not stepping into a match… you’re stepping into a hunt.”
Julian Ward:
“Match Two—Sinbad faces The Huntsman.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a fight. Straight up. No poetry, no prophecy—just two men trying to take something from the other.”
Julian Ward:
“In Match Three—the Universal Tag Team Champions, Kong and Ogre, face King Arthur and Sir Lancelot in non-title competition.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, ‘non-title’ just means the champs don’t lose anything… except maybe control. And I’d love to see Camelot get flattened.”
Julian Ward:
“Match Four—Queen of the North Champion Lilith faces Rapunzel.”
Brick Brody:
“Lilith doesn’t do ‘tune-ups,’ Julian. She does damage.”
Julian Ward:
“Match Five—Robin Hood and Will Scarlett… await the identity of the mystery attackers.”
Brick Brody:
“Oh, I like that. Nothing like walking into a fight blind.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our Main Event… a rematch for the Eternal Flame Championship.”
(A beat.)
“Sandman… versus Sir Galahad.”
The crowd reacts—loud, divided, electric.
Brick Brody:
“…Galahad wants redemption.”
(Smirks.)
“Problem is—Sandman doesn’t give anything back.”
Julian Ward:
“No… he does not.”
(A calm, final note.)
“He takes.”
The camera slowly pulls back—
The chants rise again—
Clashing ideologies.
Clashing destinies.
The night has begun.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena does not darken.
It tightens.
A low, layered hiss creeps through the Coliseum—subtle… constant… invasive.
Then—
They emerge.
Not separately.
Not staggered.
Together.
Hydra Veyne.
Medussa Nemesis.
Serpenta Veyne.
A single presence split into three forms.
Hydra moves first—sharp, twitching, unpredictable.
Medussa follows—cold, deliberate.
Serpenta lingers—smiling faintly.
Julian Ward:
“The North Star Tag Team Champions do not enter as competitors… they arrive as a system.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and systems don’t care how hard you fight. They just break you down.”
Lark of Sherwood steps out first—focused.
Maid Marion follows—calm, grounded.
They walk forward together.
Julian Ward:
“Sherwood relies on timing… trust… and resilience.”
Brick Brody:
“Then they better not make mistakes.”
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Serpenta Veyne… the NORTH STAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… HYDRA VEYNE… AND MEDUSSA NEMESIS… THE MONSTERS OF MYTH!”
“And their opponents… LARK OF SHERWOOD… AND MAID MARION!”
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Immediate isolation—Hydra and Medussa cut the ring in half—Lark is trapped—Hydra drives him down with a Poisonrana into a knee strike—Medussa follows with a Spear—direct impact.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you start—no warning, no space—just damage.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Hydra continues—standing double stomp—Lark answers—Inverted Cannonball—creates separation.”
Brick Brody:
“Good—he needed that. You don’t survive standing still.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Medussa tags in—double team engaged—German suplex—Hydra follows with a double underhook—Lark driven down again.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re not letting him breathe.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Medussa presses—Spear connects—Lark counters—Rolling Cutter—momentary disruption.”
Brick Brody:
“One opening—that’s all he gets.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Lark builds—Shining Wizard connects—pin attempt—reversal—counter—two count—Medussa escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“That was close. Real close.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Tag made—Maid Marion enters—Hydra meets her—rapid knife-edge strikes—Marion answers with a clean roundhouse kick.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not hesitating—that’s good.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Medussa re-enters—spinebuster—drives Marion down—control shifts.”
Brick Brody:
“And just like that—it’s back to them.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Maid Marion attempts a Lou Thesz press—neutralized—Medussa maintains position.”
Brick Brody:
“She tried—but they’re too sharp.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Medussa ascends—diving guillotine leg drop—cover—one—Marion kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“Not enough yet—but it’s adding up.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Hydra returns—Spanish Fly connects—Lark answers with a dropkick—momentum remains contested.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re hanging in—but it’s a fight just to stay even.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Serpenta intervenes—subtle—spray to the eyes—Lark blinded—still manages a Rolling Cutter through disruption.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the difference maker right there.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Medussa capitalizes—German suplex—Lark unable to fully defend—cover attempt broken.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s starting to fade.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Moonsault connects—cover—two—Lark survives.”
Brick Brody:
“Barely.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Another German suplex—continued control—Lark still fighting.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re breaking him down.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Hydra returns—release German—cover—Lark kicks out again.”
Brick Brody:
“He won’t stay down—but that’s costing him.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Double team resumes—suplex into Spear—Lark driven to the mat.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s overwhelming.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Lark fires back—desperation gourdbuster—creates space.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s survival, not control.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Triple exchange—Hydra and Medussa strike—Lark answers with the Sherwood Destroyer—huge impact.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the opening!”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Double team again—stomp and Spear—Lark answers with a cutter—refusing to fall.”
Brick Brody:
“They keep coming!”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Hydra connects with a missile dropkick—Lark answers with another cutter—momentum unstable.”
Brick Brody:
“Nobody’s in control anymore.”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“All competitors engage—Shining Wizard—dropkick—Spear—suplex—simultaneous impact.”
Brick Brody:
“Now it’s chaos.”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Hydra strikes—Nine Headed End—cover—one… two… Lark survives.”
Brick Brody:
“That should’ve finished it!”
Minute 23
Julian Ward:
“Lark creates separation—tags Maid Marion.”
Brick Brody:
“Fresh chance—right here.”
Minute 24
Julian Ward:
“Sherwood double team—senton and destroyer—Hydra driven down.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s big momentum!”
Minute 25
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—German suplex from Hydra—neckbreaker from Marion—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re running on instinct now.”
Minute 26
Julian Ward:
“Maid Marion presses—diving seated senton—Medussa absorbs.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s pushing forward.”
Minute 27
Julian Ward:
“Even exchange—spinning strike and cutter—balance maintained.”
Brick Brody:
“No one can take control.”
Minute 28
Julian Ward:
“Double team—Nine Headed End and spinebuster—Marion answers with a superkick.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re still in it!”
Minute 29
Julian Ward:
“Final double team—Poisonrana knee strike—German suplex—Marion driven down.”
Brick Brody:
“That might be the end!”
Minute 30
Julian Ward:
“Final exchange—knife-edge strikes—Marion answers with a diving senton—no follow—time expires.”
Brick Brody:
“They ran out of time!”
Julian Ward:
“Thirty minutes… and neither side able to end the other.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but one more mistake, and Sherwood’s done.”
Julian Ward:
“The champions remain unbroken… but not unquestioned.”
MATCH DECLARED A DRAW – 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Backstage – Arrival Area, Camelot Coliseum
Stone walls.
Torchlight burns steady—but this space feels different from the arena.
Less myth.
More real.
Boots echo against the floor.
The camera catches movement—
Robin Hood and Will Scarlett entering the building.
No theatrics.
No pause.
They walk like men already in the fight.
Hana Nakamura steps quickly into frame, microphone in hand.
She turns—falling into step beside them.
Hana Nakamura:
“Robin—Will—just moments ago you issued a challenge to the men responsible for the attack in Nottingham…”
She keeps pace, voice steady but urgent.
Hana Nakamura:
“Tonight—you’re expecting them to answer.”
A beat.
“Do you really believe they’ll show up?”
Robin doesn’t stop walking.
Doesn’t even look at her at first.
Then—
A slight glance.
Robin Hood:
“If they’ve got any spine at all…”
A pause.
“They will.”
Will lets out a low scoff beside him.
Will Scarlett:
“They won’t.”
A shake of the head.
“Not like this.”
Robin exhales—half agreement.
Robin Hood:
“They had the advantage last time.”
“Shadows. Numbers. Surprise.”
He finally stops walking.
Turns slightly toward Hana.
Robin Hood:
“Take that away…”
A beat.
“…and you find out real quick what they are.”
Hana Nakamura:
“You’re calling them cowards.”
Will smirks.
Sharp.
Will Scarlett:
“If the hood fits.”
Robin’s expression hardens.
Robin Hood:
“They didn’t come for a fight.”
“They came for control.”
A step closer to the camera now.
Robin Hood:
“And men like that?”
A pause.
“They don’t step into the light unless they have to.”
Hana adjusts slightly—leaning in.
Hana Nakamura:
“Then how do you prepare for something like this?”
A beat.
“You don’t know who they are…”
“You don’t know how they fight…”
“You don’t even know if they’ll come alone.”
Will steps forward slightly.
Closer now.
Will Scarlett:
“You don’t prepare for them.”
A shrug.
“You prepare for a fight.”
Robin nods once.
Robin Hood:
“Doesn’t matter if it’s two men…”
“…or four…”
“…or none at all.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“We’re ready.”
Hana studies them—trying to read something deeper.
Hana Nakamura:
“And if they don’t show?”
A brief silence.
Then—
Robin almost smiles.
Not amused.
Certain.
Robin Hood:
“Then they’ve made their choice.”
Will steps in beside him—aligned.
Will Scarlett:
“And we make ours.”
Robin turns fully toward the camera now.
No hesitation.
Robin Hood:
“They wanted us caught off guard once.”
A beat.
Robin Hood:
“That doesn’t happen twice.”
He steps past the camera.
Will follows.
Neither looking back.
Hana remains in frame.
Watching them go.
Processing.
Hana Nakamura (to camera):
“Robin Hood and Will Scarlett…”
A slight pause.
“…ready for a fight—whether their opponents are… or not.”
The camera lingers—
Torchlight flickers.
The hallway feels tighter now.
Like something is waiting.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena shifts—
Not into shadow.
Into weight.
A low, distant sound of wind across open sea echoes faintly through the Coliseum.
Then—
He arrives.
Sinbad.
Measured steps. Eyes forward. No wasted motion.
Not flamboyant.
Not reckless.
Refined.
Focused.
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad enters tonight with momentum… earned outside these walls.”
A beat.
“Multiple victories… over the Eternal Flame Champion.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that’s not nothing. You beat the champ—even in non-title fights—you get noticed.”
Sinbad steps into the ring.
Calm.
Ready.
The air changes.
Colder.
Heavier.
A sharp crack echoes—
Like wood splitting.
The Huntsman emerges.
Axe in hand.
Not raised.
Not needed.
His presence alone is enough.
Slow steps.
Deliberate.
Watching.
Julian Ward:
“The Huntsman does not rush into conflict…”
A pause.
“He tracks it.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and once he’s on you? There’s no getting away.”
He enters the ring.
No acknowledgment.
Only focus.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… SINBAD!”
Strong reaction.
Earned.
“And his opponent… THE HUNTSMAN!”
A colder, sharper response.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Huntsman strikes first—delayed gutwrench suplex—Sinbad driven down—early control established.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s power. That’s control right out of the gate.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Both men engage—Sinbad locks in a cross armbreaker—Huntsman answers with a vertical suplex—countering impact with force.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s not letting Sinbad slow this down.”
Julian Ward:
“The hold is applied—but Huntsman refuses to submit.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad fires—open hand strikes—Huntsman answers—spinebuster—drives him into the mat.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a message—hit me, I hit harder.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad regains control—short arm lariat—clean connection—Huntsman staggered.”
Brick Brody:
“There you go—he needed that.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Huntsman responds—body slam—reasserting control—Sinbad grounded again.”
Brick Brody:
“He keeps dragging him back down.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad counters—hammerlock DDT—sharp, precise—Huntsman driven head-first into the mat.”
Brick Brody:
“That’ll change momentum real quick.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Another exchange—Sinbad connects with a second hammerlock DDT—Huntsman answers—vertical suplex—neither man yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re trading now.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad presses—Inverted Tornado DDT—Huntsman counters with an Ace Crusher—simultaneous impact.”
Brick Brody:
“Neither one backing off!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad attempts to build—open hand strikes—Huntsman neutralizes—moment halted.”
Brick Brody:
“He shut that down quick.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Another exchange—Sinbad drives forward—Inverted Tornado DDT—Huntsman answers—Woodsman Uppercut—both men landing clean.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning into a fight.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad creates separation—running head kick—direct impact—Huntsman collapses—cover—”
“One… two… three.”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad capitalizes… and secures the victory.”
A beat.
“Momentum… continues.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now you’ve got a guy who’s beaten the champion this week…”
A smirk.
“And just dropped the Huntsman.”
Julian Ward:
“The path toward the Eternal Flame… is becoming clearer.”
A pause.
“And Sinbad… is walking directly toward it.”
SINBAD DEFEATS THE HUNTSMAN VIA PINFALL (RUNNING HEAD KICK) AT 11 MINUTES
Sinbad rises.
Breathing steady.
Not celebrating.
Just… focused.
The camera lingers—
Not on the victory.
But on what it means.
A contender… has arrived.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena dims—
Not into darkness.
Into pressure.
Heavy chains drag across the stone in the soundscape.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Kong emerges first.
Massive. Unrelenting.
Behind him—
Ogre.
Slower.
Heavier.
More deliberate.
And then—
Dr. Frankenstein.
Eyes wide. Obsessed. Controlling.
Julian Ward:
“The Universal Tag Team Champions do not enter to compete…”
A beat.
“They enter to enforce.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and when these two get moving? You don’t stop them—you survive them.”
They enter the ring.
No acknowledgment.
No wasted motion.
The light shifts—
Gold.
Steady.
Unshaken.
Merlin steps forward first.
Calm.
Measured.
Then—
King Arthur.
Battle-worn.
Resolute.
Sir Lancelot beside him.
Focused.
Unflinching.
Julian Ward:
“Camelot does not arrive as force…”
A pause.
“It arrives as resolve.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight they’re stepping into something bigger than resolve.”
Arthur and Lancelot enter the ring.
Eyes locked on the champions.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein… they are the UNIVERSAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… KONG… AND OGRE!”
A heavy reaction.
“And their opponents… accompanied by Merlin… KING ARTHUR… AND SIR LANCELOT!”
Strong. Defiant.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Kong engages immediately—gorilla press drop—Arthur answers—Flowing DDT—impact from both sides.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you meet power—hit it back.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Arthur presses—second Flowing DDT—Kong driven down again—momentum building.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s taking control early!”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Short-arm clothesline—Arthur continues forward—Kong forced to tag out.”
Brick Brody:
“Didn’t expect that this early.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Ogre enters—sledge to the chest—Lancelot absorbs heavy impact—Merlin attempts to guide from ringside.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the difference—Ogre doesn’t finesse—he crushes.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Camelot responds—double team—Running Shooting Star Press and abdominal stretch—Ogre answers with a strike to the face.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re fighting back—but it’s not clean.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—snapmare from Ogre—enzuigiri from Lancelot—balance maintained.”
Brick Brody:
“Still even—but barely.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Camelot double team again—running bulldog and spinebuster—Kong answers with a boot—moment contested.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re not backing down!”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Enforcers respond—double team—gorilla press drop and strike—Lancelot answers with a Falcon Arrow.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s guts right there!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Kong and Ogre overwhelm—strike and toss—Lancelot sent outside—forced to recover under pressure.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s control. That’s how they take over.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Lancelot returns—enzuigiri connects—creating space.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s still in this!”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Rolling elbow—Kong staggered—tag made—Arthur re-enters.”
Brick Brody:
“Here comes the king.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Snapmare from Ogre—Arthur answers—Flowing DDT—clean connection.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s precise. Every time.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Lancelot presses—Falcon Arrow—cover—one—Kong escapes.”
Brick Brody:
“That was close!”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Kong answers—splash—Lancelot driven down—cover—kickout.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s power!”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Arthur re-enters—jumping knee drop—Dr. Frankenstein shouting from ringside—attempting to disrupt.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s losing control!”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Camelot double team—knee drop and Shooting Star Press—Ogre unable to defend—momentum shifts.”
Brick Brody:
“This is turning!”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Flowing DDT from Arthur—rolling elbow from Lancelot—Ogre answers with a heavy drop—damage on both sides.”
Brick Brody:
“Nobody’s leaving clean.”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Ogre presses—boot to midsection—Arthur answers—atomic drop—control contested.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re still fighting for it!”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Final exchange—snapmare from Ogre—Arthur counters—King’s Decree—Pedigree connects—center of the ring—cover—”
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur… has just pinned one half of the Universal Tag Team Champions.”
A beat.
“A result few would have predicted.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not just a win—that’s a message.”
KING ARTHUR & SIR LANCELOT DEFEAT KONG & OGRE VIA PINFALL (KING’S DECREE) AT 19 MINUTES
Post-Match Scene
The reaction builds—
Shock.
Real.
Earned.
Dr. Frankenstein is already in the ring—
Furious.
Shouting.
Unhinged.
Pointing at Ogre.
At Kong.
At anyone.
Then—
The arena shifts.
The top of the ramp—
Lightning cracks.
Frankenstein’s Monster stands.
Still.
Watching.
Julian Ward:
“The Mythic Crown Champion…”
A pause.
“…has seen enough.”
King Arthur turns.
Sees him.
Doesn’t hesitate.
Steps forward.
Raises a hand—
Gestures.
Come down.
Brick Brody:
“Oh—he wants it NOW.”
The Monster takes one step—
Then—
Security floods the ramp.
Holding the line.
Holding him back.
Not stopping him—
Delaying him.
Arthur steps onto the ropes.
Leaning forward.
Voice sharp.
Clear.
King Arthur:
“At The Long Night—”
A beat.
King Arthur:
“That title…”
He points directly at the Monster.
King Arthur:
“…will be mine.”
The Monster does not react.
Does not move.
But the tension—
Thickens.
Julian Ward:
“The challenge… has been made.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now it’s real.”
Arthur stands tall in the ring.
Lancelot beside him.
The Enforcers down.
Frankenstein furious.
The Monster waiting.
Nothing resolved.
Everything set.
Cut.
The camera fades in backstage.
Stone corridor.
Torchlight burns low—
But the shadows feel… deeper here.
Longer.
Unnatural.
At the center—
Hana Nakamura stands, microphone in hand.
Composed.
But aware.
Because she is not alone.
Morgana Le Faye stands beside her.
Still.
Elegant.
Danger held in restraint.
Behind her—
Myrddin the Hollow.
Unmoving.
Unseen by most.
But impossible to ignore.
Hana Nakamura:
“Ladies and gentlemen… I’m joined by Morgana Le Faye…”
A glance toward her.
“…who is now officially set to challenge Lilith for the Queen of the North Championship at The Long Night.”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“Morgana… this is the opportunity you’ve been building toward.”
“Your thoughts… on facing Lilith?”
Morgana does not answer immediately.
She tilts her head slightly.
Considering.
Measured.
Morgana Le Faye:
“Lilith…”
A soft exhale.
Not dismissive.
Not fearful.
Morgana Le Faye:
“She is not like the others.”
A pause.
Morgana Le Faye:
“She does not pretend…”
“She does not hide…”
“She does not break under pressure.”
Her eyes narrow slightly.
Morgana Le Faye:
“In that way…”
“…we are alike.”
Hana leans in slightly.
Hana Nakamura:
“You respect her.”
A faint smile.
Cold.
Knowing.
Morgana Le Faye:
“I understand her.”
A beat.
Morgana Le Faye:
“And that is far more dangerous.”
Myrddin shifts slightly behind her.
Not movement—
Presence.
Morgana Le Faye:
“But understanding is not submission.”
Her tone sharpens.
Morgana Le Faye:
“I did not come here to stand beside power…”
A step forward.
Morgana Le Faye:
“I came to claim it.”
The torchlight flickers.
Morgana Le Faye:
“At The Long Night…”
A pause.
Morgana Le Faye:
“I do not seek to survive Lilith…”
Her voice lowers.
Morgana Le Faye:
“I seek to rule over what remains.”
Hana absorbs that.
The air tightens.
Then—
The screen behind them flickers.
Not clean.
Not stable.
Like something forcing its way through.
Lilith appears next to them.
Bathed in shadow and soft crimson light.
Composed.
Unshaken.
Watching.
Lilith:
“Morgana…”
A faint smile.
Lilith:
“You speak well.”
A pause.
Lilith:
“And you are correct…”
A slight tilt of her head.
Lilith:
“We are alike.”
Morgana does not turn.
Does not react outwardly.
Lilith:
“We both understand power…”
“We both embrace it…”
“We both refuse to kneel.”
A beat.
Then—
Her tone shifts.
Sharper.
Lilith:
“But you misunderstand one thing.”
Now Morgana turns slightly.
Eyes locked on Lilith.
Lilith:
“You believe that makes you a queen.”
A pause.
Lilith:
“It does not.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Lilith:
“It makes you… useful.”
A faint smile.
Lilith:
“You are not a ruler, Morgana…”
A beat.
Lilith:
“You are a subject who has not yet learned her place.”
The tension spikes.
Morgana takes a step forward.
Calm.
Controlled.
But dangerous.
Morgana Le Faye:
“You mistake patience… for obedience.”
Lilith’s smile widens.
Lilith:
“No…”
A soft breath.
Lilith:
“I recognize potential…”
A pause.
Lilith:
“And I decide what becomes of it.”
A beat.
Then—
Lilith:
“If you wish to prove otherwise…”
Her eyes sharpen.
Lilith:
“You will have your chance.”
The tone shifts.
Deliberate.
Lilith:
“This Sunday…”
A pause.
Lilith:
“Northern Belles.”
Hana glances slightly—caught off guard.
Lilith:
“You will meet my protégé…”
A faint, dangerous smile.
Lilith:
“Velora Synn.”
Morgana’s expression doesn’t change.
But the air around her does.
Lilith:
“And perhaps…”
A tilt of the head.
Lilith:
“We will see if you are worthy…”
A beat.
Lilith:
“…of even standing before me.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Then—
Footsteps.
Measured.
Royal.
Lady Guinevere steps into frame.
Poised.
Unimpressed.
Eyes moving between Morgana…
…and Lilith.
Hana Nakamura:
“Lady Guinevere—”
Guinevere raises a hand slightly.
Stopping her.
Lady Guinevere:
“I’ve heard enough.”
A step forward.
Lady Guinevere:
“One claims she will rule…”
A glance at Morgana.
Lady Guinevere:
“The other already pretends she does.”
A beat.
Lady Guinevere:
“Neither of you understand what it means to be Queen.”
Morgana turns fully now.
Face-to-face.
Morgana Le Faye:
“And you do?”
Guinevere does not hesitate.
Lady Guinevere:
“I do not speak of ruling through fear…”
A step closer.
Lady Guinevere:
“Or control…”
A pause.
Lady Guinevere:
“I speak of rightful claim.”
Her eyes sharpen.
Lady Guinevere:
“And it is only a matter of time…”
A beat.
Lady Guinevere:
“…before that title returns to Camelot.”
Silence.
Morgana.
Guinevere.
And on the monitor—
Lilith’s image flickers back for just a moment.
Watching.
Three forces.
Three claims.
One crown.
Julian Ward (voiceover):
“The Queen of the North…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…has never been more contested.”
Brick Brody (voiceover):
“Yeah—and now everybody wants the throne.”
The camera lingers—
On the stare down.
Unbroken.
Unresolved.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena darkens—
Not fully.
Just enough.
The air turns heavy… intimate… controlled.
A low, almost hypnotic tone hums beneath the silence.
Then—
She appears.
Lilith.
Measured steps. Unrushed. Unbothered.
The Queen of the North Champion.
Not performing.
Not proving.
Simply arriving.
Julian Ward:
“The Queen of the North does not chase dominance…”
A beat.
“She defines it.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and tonight? She’s reminding everybody why that title’s hers.”
Lilith enters the ring.
Expression calm.
Eyes cold.
The light shifts—
Warmer.
Hopeful.
But uncertain.
Rapunzel emerges.
Focused.
Determined.
Not naive—
But aware of the scale.
Julian Ward:
“Rapunzel steps into this contest with resilience…”
A pause.
“…but against Lilith… resilience is tested differently.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s stepping into deep water.”
Rapunzel enters the ring.
No hesitation.
Eyes locked on the champion.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“Introducing first… she is the QUEEN OF THE NORTH CHAMPION… LILITH!”
A cold, commanding reaction.
“And her opponent… RAPUNZEL!”
Strong support.
Hopeful.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Lilith strikes immediately—Demon’s Embrace locked in—Rapunzel trapped—no escape—early control established.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how she starts—she takes the fight away from you.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Lilith continues—Abyssal Slam—drives Rapunzel into the mat—complete control.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s not giving her anything.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Rapunzel answers—Descent from the Tower moonsault—Lilith absorbs—returns with another Demon’s Embrace—moment halted.”
Brick Brody:
“You get one shot—she shuts it down.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—Dark Whirlwind from Lilith—Rapunzel answers with a standing moonsault—cover—two—Lilith kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“Good—but not enough.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Abyssal Slam from Lilith—Rapunzel answers with a pop-up Samoan drop—momentum contested.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s fighting—but she’s reacting.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Another exchange—Abyssal Slam—Rapunzel responds with a powerslam—neither side backing down.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s hanging in—but that pace favors Lilith.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Vertical suplex from Lilith—Rapunzel answers again—standing moonsault—continued resistance.”
Brick Brody:
“She won’t go away—I’ll give her that.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Lilith regains control—Abyssal Slam—cover—two—Rapunzel survives.”
Brick Brody:
“Every kickout costs her.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Dread Kick—superkick lands clean—cover—Rapunzel kicks out again.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s instinct. Not strategy.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Rapunzel finds an opening—Flatliner—Lilith driven down—momentum shift.”
Brick Brody:
“There it is—now build on it!”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Sitout powerbomb from Rapunzel—Lilith answers with Abyssal Slam—immediate counter.”
Brick Brody:
“She doesn’t let anything build!”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Infernal Embrace—bodyscissors applied—tight control—draining movement from Rapunzel.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s squeezing the fight out of her.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Atomic Drop to Hell—clean impact—Rapunzel driven back down.”
Brick Brody:
“It’s slipping away now.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Infernal Embrace again—control maintained—no escape.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s breaking her down piece by piece.”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Exchange—Monkey Flip from Lilith—Rapunzel answers with a rolling fireman’s carry—final push.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s desperation.”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Abyssal Slam—Rapunzel answers with a Flatliner—both still striking—but fading.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s running out of chances.”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Atomic Drop to Hell—center of the ring—cover—”
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“Lilith secures the victory…”
A pause.
“…with control from beginning to end.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and she didn’t just win—she took her apart.”
LILITH DEFEATS RAPUNZEL VIA PINFALL (ATOMIC DROP TO HELL) AT 17 MINUTES
Post-Match Scene
Lilith does not rise immediately.
She remains over Rapunzel.
Watching.
Then—
She strikes again.
A stomp.
Another.
Measured.
Deliberate.
Julian Ward:
“This is no longer about victory…”
Brick Brody:
“No—this is a message.”
Lilith pulls Rapunzel up—
Drives her down again with an Abyssal Slam.
No urgency.
No emotion.
Only intent.
Julian Ward:
“The Queen of the North…”
A beat.
“…asserting her rule.”
Then—
Music hits.
Sharp.
Fast.
Dorothy.
She sprints to the ring.
No hesitation.
Slides in—
Steps between Lilith and Rapunzel.
Lilith stops.
Not forced.
Not rushed.
She simply… stops.
The two lock eyes.
Dorothy—defiant.
Lilith—unmoved.
Brick Brody:
“Well now this just got interesting.”
Lilith slowly backs away.
Not retreating.
Choosing.
She exits the ring.
Eyes never leaving Dorothy.
Rapunzel is helped up.
Dorothy standing between her…
…and the champion.
Julian Ward:
“The message has been delivered…”
A pause.
“…but the resistance… is forming.”
Lilith stands at the ramp.
Still watching.
Still in control.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena holds—
Waiting.
Not anticipation.
Expectation.
Robin Hood’s music hits.
No hesitation.
No theatrics.
He walks with purpose.
Will Scarlett just behind him—focused, sharp.
No smiles.
No showmanship.
Only intent.
Julian Ward:
“Sherwood does not wait for conflict…”
A beat.
“They step into it.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—but tonight? They don’t even know what they’re stepping into.”
Robin and Will enter the ring.
They do not pose.
They do not acknowledge the crowd.
They wait.
Eyes fixed on the stage.
Louie Linville stands center ring.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A pause.
“Introducing first… ROBIN HOOD… AND WILL SCARLETT!”
Strong reaction.
Defiant.
Then—
Silence.
The lights dim.
Not fully.
Just enough.
The screen flickers—
And appears.
The symbol.
Black.
Gold.
THE KING’S HAND.
The crowd shifts.
Uneasy.
Two figures emerge.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
One massive—brutal, imposing force.
The other—measured, precise.
Both clad in dark medieval armor with gold accents.
No wasted movement.
No acknowledgment.
Julian Ward:
“They have answered.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… and they didn’t come alone. They came prepared.”
They reach the ring.
A staff member rushes to Louie—hands him a slip of paper.
Louie reads.
Louie Linville:
“Representing… The King’s Hand…”
A pause.
“BRUTE BAILIFF… AND LEDGER KNIGHT…”
Another pause.
“TOGETHER… THEY ARE… THE KING’S COLLECTORS.”
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Brute Bailiff starts—immediate offense—Flapjack—Robin driven hard into the mat.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s power. No hesitation.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Tag made—Ledger Knight enters—Robin answers—Arrow’d End—stunner connects—Ledger fires back with sharp strikes.”
Brick Brody:
“Fast and precise—that’s a different kind of problem.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Robin attempts control—Sharpshooter applied—Ledger reverses—Inverted Figure-Four—locked in tight.”
Brick Brody:
“He turned it on him. That’s technique.”
Julian Ward:
“Robin refuses to submit.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Robin creates space—Apron powerbomb—Bailiff driven outside—forced to recover.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how you break momentum.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Robin presses—Pop-Up Powerbomb—Bailiff answers with a Dragon Screw—both men striking—tags made.”
Brick Brody:
“Now it resets.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Will Scarlett enters—Snapmare into knee strike—Ledger answers—targeting the leg.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re working him over already.”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Double team—dropkick and Dragon Screw—Will responds—Tope Con Giro—takes Ledger outside.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s fighting back.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Ledger regains control—drives Will into the turnbuckle—impact halts momentum.”
Brick Brody:
“And just like that—it’s gone.”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Inverted Figure-Four applied—Will trapped—damage building—tag made.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re isolating him now.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Will fires back—Enzuigiri—Bailiff answers—Cradle DDT—heavy impact.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s brute force.”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Final exchange—Will strikes—Snapmare knee—Bailiff answers—Flapjack—center of the ring—cover—”
“One… two… three.”
Julian Ward:
“The King’s Collectors… have arrived.”
A pause.
“And they have claimed their first victory.”
Brick Brody:
“That wasn’t a match—that was a statement.”
THE KING’S COLLECTORS DEFEAT ROBIN HOOD & WILL SCARLETT VIA PINFALL (FLAPJACK) AT 11 MINUTES
Post-Match Scene
The bell fades.
But the moment does not end.
Brute Bailiff and Ledger Knight stand over Will Scarlett.
Unmoving.
Uncelebrating.
They reach down—
Lift him.
And throw him out of the ring.
Like he no longer matters.
Julian Ward:
“This is no longer competition…”
Brick Brody:
“No—this is enforcement.”
They turn.
Together.
Toward Robin Hood.
Robin steps forward.
Alone.
He swings—
Fights—
Tries to create space—
But the numbers overwhelm.
A strike from Ledger.
A crushing blow from Bailiff.
Robin drops to one knee.
Still fighting.
Another strike.
Another.
He falls.
Flat.
Unmoving.
The King’s Collectors stand over him.
Not celebrating.
Just… confirming.
Then—
The screen flickers.
A figure appears.
Shrouded.
Unseen.
A low… controlled laugh echoes.
Mysterious Figure:
“The first debt…”
A pause.
“…of many…”
“…has been collected.”
The screen cuts.
Julian Ward:
“The King’s Hand…”
A pause.
“…has revealed itself.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and Sherwood just got put on notice.”
The camera lingers—
Robin Hood.
Down.
Unmoving.
The night…
Just changed.
A darker corridor.
Not just dim—
suppressed.
The torchlight here does not flicker.
It struggles.
Footsteps echo—
Then stop.
Hana Nakamura steps into frame.
Slower than usual.
Measured.
Because ahead of her—
They are already waiting.
Mordred.
Still.
Unmoving.
A presence that does not demand attention—
It takes it.
Beside him—
Myrddin the Hollow.
Not speaking.
Not shifting.
Just… there.
Like a shadow that learned how to stand.
Hana composes herself.
Raises the mic.
Hana Nakamura:
“Mordred… earlier tonight we heard discussion surrounding the Convergent Title…”
A slight pause.
Careful.
Hana Nakamura:
“And now—there are reports that the Hunter has lost that championship… and that a new holder has emerged in the South.”
Mordred does not respond immediately.
He tilts his head.
Almost amused.
Mordred:
“The Hunter…”
A low breath.
Mordred:
“…failed.”
The word lingers.
Heavy.
Final.
Mordred:
“And now…”
A faint smirk.
Mordred:
“…a lumberjack carries what he could not protect.”
Myrddin shifts slightly behind him.
The torchlight dims further.
Mordred:
“Strange, isn’t it?”
A step forward.
Mordred:
“A title meant to connect worlds…”
A pause.
Mordred:
“…now held by a man who swings an axe.”
Hana watches him carefully.
Hana Nakamura:
“Jack Lumber has been confirmed as the new Convergent Champion.”
A beat.
Hana Nakamura:
“What does that mean… for you?”
Mordred finally turns his head.
Directly to her.
Mordred:
“It means…”
A pause.
Mordred:
“…he has something that does not belong to him.”
Silence tightens around the space.
Mordred:
“Convergence is not strength.”
A step closer.
Mordred:
“It is inevitability.”
Myrddin’s presence seems to deepen—
Not seen.
Felt.
Mordred:
“And inevitability…”
A slight tilt of the head.
Mordred:
“…answers to me.”
Hana doesn’t interrupt.
Doesn’t move.
Mordred turns—
Now facing the camera fully.
Mordred:
“Jack Lumber.”
A beat.
Mordred:
“You stand in the South… holding something you did not earn in this world.”
His voice lowers.
Sharper.
Mordred:
“You carry it like a prize…”
A pause.
Mordred:
“…but it is a burden.”
Myrddin takes one slow step forward behind him.
Mordred:
“So come to Camelot.”
A beat.
Mordred:
“Bring your axe…”
A faint smile.
Mordred:
“Bring your title…”
His eyes darken.
Mordred:
“And I will show you…”
A pause.
Mordred:
“…what happens when something that does not belong…”
Leans slightly forward.
Mordred:
“…is claimed by the one it was always meant for.”
Silence.
Complete.
Hana lowers the mic slightly.
Just enough to breathe.
Hana Nakamura (quietly):
“A direct challenge… to the Convergent Champion.”
Mordred does not look at her.
Mordred:
“It is not a challenge.”
A beat.
Mordred:
“It is a summons.”
Myrddin’s head tilts—
Just slightly.
The torchlight flickers—
Then dims.
The camera lingers—
Mordred.
Still.
Unshaken.
Unchallenged.
Cut.
Entrances & Introductions
The arena falls—
Not into darkness.
Into stillness.
Sound fades.
Breath slows.
Time… stretches.
A soft cascade of sand begins to fall on the screen.
Endless.
Unstoppable.
He is already there.
Sandman.
Standing in the ring.
Unannounced.
Unseen… until he is.
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame Champion does not arrive…”
A pause.
“…he exists.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and once you’re in there with him… you don’t leave the same.”
The silence breaks—
Not violently.
But with purpose.
Sir Galahad emerges.
Determined.
Focused.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Merlin walks behind him.
Eyes calculating.
Julian Ward:
“Sir Galahad seeks redemption…”
A beat.
“…but redemption requires survival.”
Brick Brody:
“And last time? He didn’t survive.”
Galahad enters the ring.
Eyes locked on Sandman.
Louie Linville:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPIONSHIP!”
“Introducing the challenger… SIR GALAHAD!”
Strong reaction.
Driven.
“And his opponent… he is the ETERNAL FLAME CHAMPION… SANDMAN!”
A quieter reaction.
Uneasy.
The bell tolls.
Minute 1
Julian Ward:
“Immediate engagement—Sandman locks in a Sleeper—Galahad answers with a running Shooting Star Press—impact on both sides.”
Brick Brody:
“He tried to end it early—but Galahad’s fighting.”
Minute 2
Julian Ward:
“Exchange continues—clothesline from Sandman—Pele Kick from Galahad—momentum contested.”
Brick Brody:
“Nobody backing off.”
Minute 3
Julian Ward:
“Front kick from Sandman—Galahad answers again with a Pele Kick—sharp, precise counters.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s staying with him.”
Minute 4
Julian Ward:
“Clothesline from Sandman—Galahad responds with a reverse bulldog—both men still standing.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s resilience.”
Minute 5
Julian Ward:
“Merlin distracts the official—moment disrupted—no advantage gained.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s trying to tilt this.”
Minute 6
Julian Ward:
“Spinning strike from Sandman—Galahad answers with a Michinoku Driver—clean impact.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s big!”
Minute 7
Julian Ward:
“Another spinning strike—Galahad unable to fully defend—momentum shifts.”
Brick Brody:
“Now Sandman’s settling in.”
Minute 8
Julian Ward:
“Galahad applies the Gory Special—Sandman trapped—refuses to submit.”
Brick Brody:
“You can’t make him quit!”
Minute 9
Julian Ward:
“Spin heel kick from Sandman—Pele Kick from Galahad—perfectly even exchange.”
Brick Brody:
“This is a war now.”
Minute 10
Julian Ward:
“Running bulldog—Galahad answers with The Chosen Fall—630 senton connects—huge impact.”
Brick Brody:
“That could’ve been it!”
Minute 11
Julian Ward:
“Galahad attempts another aerial strike—Sandman counters—clothesline—control regained.”
Brick Brody:
“He shut that down fast.”
Minute 12
Julian Ward:
“Spin heel kick—Pele Kick—neither man yielding ground.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re matching each other.”
Minute 13
Julian Ward:
“Spinning fist strike—Galahad staggered—Sandman pressing forward.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s wearing him down.”
Minute 14
Julian Ward:
“Go To Sleep connects—Galahad answers with a Shooting Star Press—both men collide.”
Brick Brody:
“How is he still going?!”
Minute 15
Julian Ward:
“Flash powder distraction—Galahad capitalizes—moment stolen.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s Merlin again!”
Minute 16
Julian Ward:
“Clothesline from Sandman—cover—Galahad kicks out.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s still alive!”
Minute 17
Julian Ward:
“Sleeper applied again—Galahad fading—but refusing to submit.”
Brick Brody:
“He won’t quit!”
Minute 18
Julian Ward:
“Go To Sleep—cover—Galahad kicks out again.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s unbelievable!”
Minute 19
Julian Ward:
“Merlin intervenes—Galahad capitalizes—near fall—Sandman survives.”
Brick Brody:
“That was close!”
Minute 20
Julian Ward:
“Spin heel kick—Pele Kick—exhaustion setting in—both men still standing.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re running on nothing now.”
Minute 21
Julian Ward:
“Clothesline—cover—Galahad kicks out again.”
Brick Brody:
“How many times can he do that?!”
Minute 22
Julian Ward:
“Go To Sleep—Galahad answers with a suplex—final reserves being spent.”
Brick Brody:
“They’re emptying everything!”
Minute 23
Julian Ward:
“Sandman uses sleep dust—Galahad still answers with a Pele Kick—refusing to fall.”
Brick Brody:
“He won’t stay down!”
Minute 24
Julian Ward:
“Sandman presses—Galahad unable to fully defend—control maintained.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s fading!”
Minute 25
Julian Ward:
“Sleeper applied again—Merlin distracts—Galahad survives.”
Brick Brody:
“He’s buying him time!”
Minute 26
Julian Ward:
“Go To Sleep—cover—Galahad kicks out once more.”
Brick Brody:
“This is insane!”
Minute 27
Julian Ward:
“Running bulldog—cover—two—Galahad survives again.”
Brick Brody:
“He refuses to lose!”
Minute 28
Julian Ward:
“Reverse bulldog from Galahad—last surge of offense.”
Brick Brody:
“One more push!”
Minute 29
Julian Ward:
“Go To Sleep—Galahad answers with Michinoku Driver—both men collapsing.”
Brick Brody:
“They’ve got nothing left!”
Minute 30
Julian Ward:
“Final exchange—sleep dust—Galahad rises—The Chosen Fall—both men down—no cover—”
A pause.
“The time limit… has expired.”
Julian Ward:
“Thirty minutes…”
A breath.
“…and neither man could end the other.”
Brick Brody:
“That wasn’t a draw—that was survival.”
MATCH DECLARED A DRAW – 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Both men remain down.
Breathing.
Barely.
Sandman sits up first.
Slow.
Unbothered.
Galahad… follows.
Struggling.
But rising.
They do not celebrate.
They do not speak.
They simply look at each other.
Julian Ward:
“The champion remains…”
A pause.
“…but the challenger endures.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now you gotta ask…”
A smirk.
Brick Brody:
“What happens when there’s no time limit?”
The camera lingers—
Two men.
Unfinished.
Fade to black.
The camera fades back to ringside.
The crowd is still buzzing—
But it’s not excitement.
It’s tension.
Unresolved.
Julian Ward sits composed.
Brick Brody leans forward, energized.
Julian Ward:
“Tonight… the balance of the Mythic Division shifted.”
A measured pause.
Julian Ward:
“Sherwood stood defiant… but fell to a force we now know as The King’s Collectors.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and they didn’t just win, Julian—they collected. That wasn’t about victory… that was about sending a message.”
Julian Ward:
“The Monsters of Myth were tested… pushed to their limits by Lark of Sherwood and Maid Marion…”
Brick Brody:
“And for the first time—you gotta wonder—can they be beaten?”
Julian Ward:
“King Arthur and Sir Lancelot delivered a stunning upset… defeating the Universal Tag Team Champions.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and then Arthur went and called out Frankenstein’s Monster to his face. That’s not bold—that’s dangerous.”
Julian Ward:
“Lilith reaffirmed her dominance… not only defeating Rapunzel…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“…but sending a message to the entire Northern Belles division.”
Brick Brody:
“And she’s not done—because now Morgana’s coming… Guinevere’s watching… and that whole division’s about to explode.”
Julian Ward:
“Sinbad continued his rise… defeating The Huntsman…”
A slight shift in tone.
Julian Ward:
“…and positioning himself firmly in contention for the Eternal Flame Championship.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and that brings us to tonight’s main event…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“Thirty minutes… between Sandman and Sir Galahad…”
Brick Brody:
“And neither one could finish the other.”
Julian Ward:
“The champion remains…”
A breath.
Julian Ward:
“…but the question remains with him.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah—and now you got Sinbad waiting in the wings.”
Julian nods slightly.
Julian Ward:
“And as the Road to Ashes of Empire continues… next week promises even greater consequence.”
Brick Brody:
“Oh yeah—this thing’s just getting started.”
Julian Ward:
“Scheduled to appear…”
A steady delivery.
Julian Ward:
“Monster Bash’s Enforcers…”
“Serpenta Veyne…”
“Friar Tuck… and Little John…”
“Snow White…”
“Mordred…”
“Lark of Sherwood…”
“King Arthur…”
A slight pause.
Julian Ward:
“And more.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s not a lineup—that’s a powder keg.”
Julian Ward:
“And in our main event next week…”
A beat.
Julian Ward:
“The Eternal Flame Championship will once again be defended…”
Brick Brody (leaning in):
“Here we go…”
Julian Ward:
“Sandman…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…versus Sinbad.”
The crowd reacts—loud, divided.
Brick Brody:
“That’s the match right there. You’ve got a guy who couldn’t be put away tonight… against a guy who’s been beating him all week.”
Julian Ward:
“And we have just received word…”
A shift.
More serious.
Julian Ward:
“…that a new member of The King’s Hand… will make their debut.”
The crowd reacts again—uneasy.
Brick Brody:
“Oh, that’s bad news for everybody.”
Julian Ward:
“The King’s Hand grows stronger…”
A pause.
Julian Ward:
“…and its reach… continues to expand.”
Brick leans back slightly.
Smirking.
Brick Brody:
“Yeah… and if tonight proved anything…”
A beat.
Brick Brody:
“It’s that nobody’s safe.”
Julian looks toward the ring one final time.
Julian Ward:
“For Brick Brody… I’m Julian Ward…”
A final pause.
Julian Ward:
“This has been Dark Fable.”
The camera slowly pulls back—
The arena still alive with tension.
Nothing resolved.
Everything building.
Fade to black.
The screen does not cut.
It distorts—
like something has been forced into the broadcast against its will.
Snow.
Heavy.
Silent.
Then—
Gone.
Interior – Blood Oni Dojo
A training chamber.
Wide.
Bare.
Wood polished from impact.
Red lanterns hang above—
their light dim…
controlled…
watching.
No voices.
Only breath.
Only presence.
At the center—
Raigen.
Standing.
Barefoot.
Bruised.
Still.
Surrounding him—
Seven men.
Masked.
Unidentified.
Each holding—
kendo sticks.
Chains.
No one speaks.
At the far end of the room—
Seated.
Unmoving.
Unquestioned.
Sensei Kagehito.
A long silence.
Then—
Without signal—
They begin.
CRACK.
A kendo stick across Raigen’s ribs.
CHAIN SNAP.
Across his back.
Another strike.
Another.
Another.
Raigen does not raise his hands.
Does not block.
Does not move.
Julian Ward is not here.
Brick Brody is not here.
Only—
impact.
Welts rise.
Skin breaks.
Blood begins to trace lines across his body.
His legs shift—
Just slightly.
But he does not fall.
CRACK.
Across the shoulder.
SNAP.
Chain across the chest.
His breathing tightens.
But—
He does not flinch.
He accepts it.
Time stretches.
The strikes continue.
Measured.
Relentless.
Then—
They stop.
All seven step back in unison.
Turn.
Look—
To the Sensei.
Kagehito does not move at first.
Then—
A single nod.
He stands.
The room changes.
Not visually—
But in weight.
He speaks.
Sharp.
Final.
Kagehito (in Japanese):
“Again.”
A beat.
Kagehito (louder):
“Harder.”
The word lands heavier than any strike.
They move again.
This time—
No restraint.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK.
Blows come faster.
Deeper.
More violent.
Chains wrap—
Rip—
Snap free.
Raigen staggers.
His balance falters.
But he stays upright.
A kendo stick—
Across the face—
CRACK.
Everything stops.
Raigen drops.
Hard.
Silence.
The seven step back again.
No emotion.
No reaction.
Kagehito walks forward.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Raigen lies on the floor.
Blood at his lip.
His chest rises—
Falls—
Rises—
He tries to push himself up.
His arms tremble.
They fail.
Kagehito stands over him.
Looking down.
Not judging.
Not angry.
Measuring.
A long silence.
Then—
Kagehito:
“Tomorrow…”
A pause.
“You begin…”
“…the Seven Trials of the Blood Oni.”
Raigen’s eyes flicker.
Barely.
Kagehito:
“Survive…”
“…and you will be transformed.”
A beat.
Kagehito:
“Fail…”
“…and you will be no more.”
No emotion.
No threat.
Only truth.
He snaps his fingers.
Two of the masked men step forward.
They grab Raigen by the arms.
Lift him.
Not gently.
Not violently.
Inevitably.
They drag him from the chamber.
Transition
The camera follows—
Through the hallway—
Past shadows—
Past silence—
To a door.
It opens.
Raigen’s Cell
Small.
Cold.
Stone.
A wash basin.
A thin set of blankets on the floor.
Nothing else.
They drop him.
The door closes.
Silence returns.
Raigen lies still.
Breathing shallow.
Body shaking—
not from fear—
from damage.
He turns slightly.
Stares at nothing.
Trying—
to separate from the pain.
Then—
A sound.
Soft.
A whisper.
“Drink.”
Raigen’s eyes shift.
A figure stands at the doorway.
An old man.
Simple robes.
Unremarkable.
But present.
The Groundskeeper.
He steps forward.
Slow.
Careful.
In his hands—
A glass of water.
Food.
He kneels beside Raigen.
Offers them.
Raigen hesitates.
Just for a moment.
Then takes them.
A small nod.
Respect.
Gratitude.
Still human.
The old man watches him.
Not with pity.
Not with fear.
With understanding.
Raigen drinks.
Eats.
Slowly.
The old man speaks.
Quiet.
Measured.
Groundskeeper:
“As you walk their trials…”
A pause.
“…you will be shown only two paths.”
Raigen listens.
Barely able to move.
Groundskeeper:
“One of destruction…”
“…and one of obedience.”
A longer pause.
The old man leans slightly closer.
Groundskeeper (lower):
“But there is always a third.”
Raigen’s eyes sharpen—just slightly.
Groundskeeper:
“A path unseen by those who demand control…”
A beat.
“A path where the veil…”
“…is lifted.”
The lantern light flickers.
Groundskeeper:
“And when it is…”
A pause.
“…the Dragon may yet choose you.”
Silence.
Raigen stares at him.
Processing.
Not fully understanding—
But hearing.
The old man stands.
Turns.
Stops at the door.
Without looking back—
Groundskeeper:
“Survive long enough…”
A final pause.
“…to see it.”
He exits.
The door closes.
Raigen lies back.
Eyes open.
Not broken.
Not whole.
Something… shifting.
The lantern above flickers.
The screen distorts—
Then cuts to black.
END – PART 1
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