Post by Robb (Owner) on Nov 10, 2024 20:50:42 GMT -8
The Crucible Presents...
Episode 1.1 of Ignition: Faction Warfare Trials
Live from The Crucible Academy Compound (Formally Nightfall gym), Las Vegas, NV
On Sunday, November 10th, 2024
In the intense arena of The Crucible, faction pride collides with ambition as every team battles for a shot at the Faction Warfare Tag Team Championships. Tonight’s Faction Warfare Trials raise the stakes even higher. Each win earns a precious point, inching teams closer to becoming the top contenders for the championships. But this isn't just any tag team event; it's a unique challenge that puts each faction's best to the test.
For this event, the Apex Crown and Cloak of Genius contenders from each faction join forces in an unlikely alliance, taking on contenders from rival factions. Teams like Colt Anderson and Haven West (Legion) clash with Charli Rozzi and Kian Laroux (Southie Syndicate), while Maya Hardy and Leonard Martinez (Nightfall) face Ozzie Savell and Sarai Atani (Division). These pairings force each faction’s strongest to work as one, pushing them to adapt and overcome alongside their greatest allies.
Every victory counts. Points earned here bring each faction closer to the top, intensifying the drive to claim the number one contender spot. This is Ignition: Faction Warfare Trials—where factions fight for supremacy, partnerships are tested, and the road to championship glory is paved by the unity and resilience of each team.
MATCH ONE: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Last Airbenders vs McCarthy Twins
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
| RECAP As the crowd buzzes in anticipation, the camera cuts to the announce table, where Kace Matthews and Maeve Clarke sit, both looking animated. Kace Matthews: “Tonight’s opener could be a show-stealer, Maeve! We’ve got two rising teams here—The Last Airbenders and The McCarthy Twins—both looking to earn their way up the ranks for a shot at the Faction Warfare Tag Team Championships. These trials are no joke!” Maeve Clarke: “Absolutely, Kace. Both teams have something to prove. The Airbenders, known for their high-flying antics and synchronized moves, bring a sense of pure excitement to the ring, but they’ve been on a bit of a rough streak lately. Especially Ray Dougie—something seems off about him.” Kace Matthews: “And let’s not underestimate the McCarthy Twins! Shakura and Amalija are no strangers to chaos, but they’re laser-focused on making an impact here. This is going to be good!” As the bell rings, Ray and Kenny Dougie exchange a fist bump before Ray starts things off against Amalija McCarthy. Ray moves cautiously, his typical spark seeming dulled. The two circle each other before locking up, with Ray initially gaining the upper hand by transitioning into a headlock. But Amalija’s technical prowess shines through, as she expertly counters into a wrist lock, then swiftly tags in her sister, Shakura. Shakura enters with a confident smirk and immediately whips Ray to the ropes. He ducks a clothesline, rebounds, and catches Shakura with a quick dropkick, showing flashes of his usual agility. But something feels off; there’s a slight hesitation in his movements. Kenny, noticing his brother’s hesitation, calls for a tag, but Ray waves him off, determined to shake off whatever’s holding him back. Ray attempts a hurricanrana, but Shakura blocks it, turning the move into a powerbomb. She covers for a quick two-count before tagging in Amalija. The McCarthy Twins waste no time double-teaming Ray with a synchronized suplex, sending him crashing to the mat. The crowd winces as Ray’s face shows a flicker of frustration. Finally, Ray crawls over and tags in Kenny, who leaps into action with a burst of energy, dropping both twins with a flurry of clotheslines. He sends Shakura into the corner and hits a running splash, then follows up with a standing moonsault on Amalija for a close two-count. Kenny pumps up the crowd, trying to get Ray back in sync, but Ray appears distant, almost trapped in his thoughts. The Last Airbenders set up for their signature "Spiritual Projection" move. Kenny leapfrogs over Amalija, and Ray is supposed to catch her with a DDT. But as he goes for it, there’s an uncharacteristic slip, and Amalija escapes, countering with a back elbow that sends Ray stumbling. Maeve Clarke: “Something’s wrong with Ray! It’s like he’s stuck in his head tonight, and it’s costing them!” Amalija seizes the opportunity, tagging in Shakura, and the McCarthy Twins go for their “Light Bringer” finishing sequence. Amalija holds Ray in a facelock while Shakura ascends the turnbuckle, executing a flawless Tiger Feint Kick that dazes Ray. Shakura follows up with a top-rope shooting star press, connecting perfectly. Kenny scrambles to break the pin, but Amalija intercepts him with a dropkick, sending him tumbling to the outside. The referee counts—one, two, three! Kace Matthews: “The McCarthy Twins have done it! Shakura and Amalija pick up the win, and they’re one step closer to that title opportunity!” Maeve Clarke: “Heartbreak for the Last Airbenders, and especially for Ray. His confidence just wasn’t there tonight, and it cost them big time.” As the McCarthy Twins celebrate their victory, Kenny rolls back into the ring to check on his brother. Ray sits up, looking dejected, the weight of the loss evident on his face. Kenny pulls him in for a supportive hug, patting him on the back and whispering words of encouragement. Maeve Clarke: “Whatever Ray’s going through, he’s got a solid brother in Kenny to help him find his way back. But tonight, the McCarthy Twins were the better team.” Kace Matthews: “Absolutely, Maeve. Ray will have to dig deep and confront whatever’s holding him back. But for now, it’s all McCarthy Twins as they move closer to a shot at the tag team championships.” The camera cuts to the McCarthy Twins celebrating on the ramp as the crowd gives a mixed reaction, some cheering and others sympathizing with the Airbenders’ struggles. In the ring, Kenny continues to console Ray as the screen fades out. WINNER The McCarthy Twins METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH Light Bringer FINISHING MOVE 12:11 |
SEGMENT
The scene cuts to the back where Crucible Academy student, Rey Veneno, is seen adjusting his mask. He looks ready to compete and starts to stretch out a bit.
Up walks his fellow Division faction member, Kitara Dela Torre who also happens to be his tag team partner for the evening, she looks to be fully dressed although her hair hangs much longer than most are used to seeing. She begins diligent working to tie it up as she stops in her tracks.
Kitara: “Rey.”
She says with an all too serious expression.
Kitara: “I know at the start of this week, this situation wasn’t exactly ideal, but I just wanted to say I respect what you do. Still don’t like working in a tag team, but I digress.”
She allowed a very rare smirk to cross her features then before she continued.
Kitara: “but if I had to tag team with anybody at least it’s someone I can say is on their business.”
He gives her a slight nod, rolling his neck for a moment.
Rey: “We both came with chips on our shoulders. The kind of ego and confidence needed to succeed and flourish in this industry.”
He adjusts his mask once again.
Rey: “And I think I have the best partner for my style here and for this match.”
She offered a visible nod while she went back to work diligently tying her hair. A steeped tradition.
Kitara: “Agreed.”
There was a moment of silence, shared vision perhaps but something more like a moment of shared assurance and respect.
Kitara: “it’s nice to have a partner with shared intensity. I don’t need any punk ass bitches trying to hinder my vibe.”
There was an odd way in hearing the typically prosed, Swedish accent dancing over the words “punk ass bitches” that hung in the air.
Kitara: “I’ll let you finish your prep time though. If you meet down by vending in a bit we can review those moves we’ve been practicing.”
Rey let’s out a laugh.
Rey: “You know, you might be the first person I have a sense of respect for.”
He scoffs.
Rey: “Not many show the kind of fighting spirit you display. If at the very least I earn a training partner who will push me beyond my skills, I consider this a victory.”
She smirked.
Kitara: “I’ve been working towards this a long time we have you, I think that’s part of it, we aren’t just some kids who joined an academy, We are just needing that right opportunity and guide. But anytime you need someone to be on your ass, I gotchu. Kind of a speciality.”
She chuckled.
Kitara: “I appreciate it. Now let’s go break their necks.”
A cheerful optimism almost took over her then the only time you’d ever see it.
Rey smirks behind his mask and gives her a nod.
Rey: “Break their necks and their spirits.”
She gave an affirmative nod.
Kitara: “Either way sounds like fun.”
A smoldering grin followed by a light tap on his shoulders before she waved herself off.
Kitara: “see you in a bit.”
As she walked away, you could see the wooden fans she carried as she whipped them into her hands, a coy smirk appearing on her face. They were ready.
The scene cuts to the back where Crucible Academy student, Rey Veneno, is seen adjusting his mask. He looks ready to compete and starts to stretch out a bit.
Up walks his fellow Division faction member, Kitara Dela Torre who also happens to be his tag team partner for the evening, she looks to be fully dressed although her hair hangs much longer than most are used to seeing. She begins diligent working to tie it up as she stops in her tracks.
Kitara: “Rey.”
She says with an all too serious expression.
Kitara: “I know at the start of this week, this situation wasn’t exactly ideal, but I just wanted to say I respect what you do. Still don’t like working in a tag team, but I digress.”
She allowed a very rare smirk to cross her features then before she continued.
Kitara: “but if I had to tag team with anybody at least it’s someone I can say is on their business.”
He gives her a slight nod, rolling his neck for a moment.
Rey: “We both came with chips on our shoulders. The kind of ego and confidence needed to succeed and flourish in this industry.”
He adjusts his mask once again.
Rey: “And I think I have the best partner for my style here and for this match.”
She offered a visible nod while she went back to work diligently tying her hair. A steeped tradition.
Kitara: “Agreed.”
There was a moment of silence, shared vision perhaps but something more like a moment of shared assurance and respect.
Kitara: “it’s nice to have a partner with shared intensity. I don’t need any punk ass bitches trying to hinder my vibe.”
There was an odd way in hearing the typically prosed, Swedish accent dancing over the words “punk ass bitches” that hung in the air.
Kitara: “I’ll let you finish your prep time though. If you meet down by vending in a bit we can review those moves we’ve been practicing.”
Rey let’s out a laugh.
Rey: “You know, you might be the first person I have a sense of respect for.”
He scoffs.
Rey: “Not many show the kind of fighting spirit you display. If at the very least I earn a training partner who will push me beyond my skills, I consider this a victory.”
She smirked.
Kitara: “I’ve been working towards this a long time we have you, I think that’s part of it, we aren’t just some kids who joined an academy, We are just needing that right opportunity and guide. But anytime you need someone to be on your ass, I gotchu. Kind of a speciality.”
She chuckled.
Kitara: “I appreciate it. Now let’s go break their necks.”
A cheerful optimism almost took over her then the only time you’d ever see it.
Rey smirks behind his mask and gives her a nod.
Rey: “Break their necks and their spirits.”
She gave an affirmative nod.
Kitara: “Either way sounds like fun.”
A smoldering grin followed by a light tap on his shoulders before she waved herself off.
Kitara: “see you in a bit.”
As she walked away, you could see the wooden fans she carried as she whipped them into her hands, a coy smirk appearing on her face. They were ready.
SEGMENT
The scene opens in the backstage area. We catch up with the McCarthy Twins after their huge win earlier in the evening. Amalija places her hands on her sister’s shoulder.
Amalija McCarthy: “Great job, Shakrua. Feels great earning our first one.”
Shakura McCarthy: “You think Callaghan is going to berate Ray and Kenny for their performance?”
Amalija shakes her head.
Amalija McCarthy: “Please don’t tell me you got a soft spot for them.”
Shakura grabs her sister’s hand. With a light smile she responds.
Shakura McCarthy: “Not that at all.”
Amalija McCarthy: “For what it’s worth--”
Amalija shrugs.
Amalija McCarthy: I don’t agree with his methods either. How he treats them is out of our control. We helped Nightfall move one step closer to become contenders for the Tag Team Championships. We can’t lose sight of the big picture.”
Shakura McCarthy: “Right. Can’t wait to see Missy later tonight.”
Amalija McCarthy: “Same.”
The McCarthy Twins fists bump. They continue talking, by that point the audio feeds cuts off and the scene fades to black.
The scene opens in the backstage area. We catch up with the McCarthy Twins after their huge win earlier in the evening. Amalija places her hands on her sister’s shoulder.
Amalija McCarthy: “Great job, Shakrua. Feels great earning our first one.”
Shakura McCarthy: “You think Callaghan is going to berate Ray and Kenny for their performance?”
Amalija shakes her head.
Amalija McCarthy: “Please don’t tell me you got a soft spot for them.”
Shakura grabs her sister’s hand. With a light smile she responds.
Shakura McCarthy: “Not that at all.”
Amalija McCarthy: “For what it’s worth--”
Amalija shrugs.
Amalija McCarthy: I don’t agree with his methods either. How he treats them is out of our control. We helped Nightfall move one step closer to become contenders for the Tag Team Championships. We can’t lose sight of the big picture.”
Shakura McCarthy: “Right. Can’t wait to see Missy later tonight.”
Amalija McCarthy: “Same.”
The McCarthy Twins fists bump. They continue talking, by that point the audio feeds cuts off and the scene fades to black.
MATCH TWO: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Kitara dela Torre & Rey Veneno vs Zxavier Young & Angun Chen
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
| RECAP As the crowd eagerly awaits, the camera zooms in on Kace Matthews and Maeve Clarke, each bringing their unique energy to the table. Kace Matthews: “Here we go, Maeve! It’s time to see if this mashup of styles will be an advantage or a recipe for disaster. Zxavier Young and Angun Chen—a pair of fierce competitors with a lot to prove. And on the other side, Kitara dela Torre and Rey Veneno, two wildcard chaos-bringers who wouldn’t mind bending the rules to get ahead.” Maeve Clarke: “Oh, absolutely, Kace. You know me—I’m all about family and loyalty, and I have a soft spot for Angun’s story, carrying her father’s legacy. But Zxavier… he’s got a chip on his shoulder. Let’s see if he can channel that fire tonight without burning himself and his partner.” Kace Matthews: “Or kicking her in the face by accident! Let’s hope his aim is as good as his grit.” As the bell rings, Kitara dela Torre steps in, radiating confidence as she stares down Angun Chen, her cold focus unshaken by the Thai fighter’s calm demeanor. The two lock up, with Angun transitioning quickly into a Muay Thai clinch, bringing her knee up into Kitara’s midsection. Kitara grunts but retaliates with a sharp elbow to Angun’s jaw, breaking the hold. Kitara counters with a swift armdrag, sending Angun sprawling across the ring. Kitara smirks, glancing back at Rey Veneno, who eagerly holds his hand out for a tag. She obliges, and Rey springs into the ring with an acrobatic flip. Angun, recovering quickly, tags in Zxavier, who steps in with intensity, his gaze locked on Rey. They circle each other, Rey throwing quick feints while Zxavier remains grounded, waiting for an opening. Rey finally darts forward, attempting a hurricanrana, but Zxavier catches him and counters with a powerbomb that rattles the ring. Maeve Clarke: “Now that’s what I call power meeting finesse! Zxavier’s not about to let Rey’s tricks get to him.” Kace Matthews: “See, that’s the thing with Zxavier. He’s like an encyclopedia of moves and counters—a kid who grew up in the ring, but he’s got the brains to back it up. And you know me, Maeve—I appreciate a smart guy in this business.” Zxavier follows up with a series of sharp strikes, landing a quick combination that has Rey stumbling. He whips Rey into the ropes and attempts his Misfit Cutter, but Rey ducks, springboarding off the ropes into a flying forearm that sends Zxavier reeling. Rey tags Kitara back in, and they take advantage of their tandem offense, executing a coordinated move that leaves Zxavier on the mat, clutching his ribs. Angun calls for the tag, and Zxavier dives over to reach her. The crowd cheers as Angun enters with a fierce kick to Kitara’s thigh, forcing her to stagger. Kitara attempts a high kick, but Angun leans back, evading it with precision before countering with a swift pendulum kick to Kitara’s midsection. She grabs Kitara in a clinch, delivering a rapid series of slashing elbows. Maeve Clarke: “Angun is relentless! Every strike is a piece of her heart and her father’s spirit, Kace.” Kace Matthews: “Yeah, but she better keep an eye on Rey. That guy’s slipperier than a snake oil salesman, and he’s just waiting for the chance to strike.” Rey, noticing Kitara’s struggle, makes a blind tag, entering with a running knee that catches Angun off guard. He follows up with a standing Spanish Fly, leaving Angun stunned on the mat. Rey smirks and taunts Zxavier, gesturing for him to come at him. Zxavier obliges, charging into the ring, his eyes blazing with frustration. He and Rey exchange a flurry of punches, the crowd roaring as the intensity builds. Rey goes for a tornado DDT, but Zxavier blocks it, countering with a brutal suplex that leaves Rey writhing. With Kitara and Angun still recovering on the apron, Zxavier takes the opportunity to rally the crowd, who respond with cheers, though some boo, sensing his tension. He eyes Rey, perhaps too focused on his opponent, and doesn’t notice Angun reaching for the tag. Maeve Clarke: “Zxavier’s letting that pride get the better of him. He’s got to stay calm if he wants to keep his team in this.” Kace Matthews: “That’s the Young blood, Maeve—always something to prove. But he’s got to focus. That pride can lead you to greatness… or right into a mess.” With both Kitara and Angun back in the ring, the pace escalates. Angun attempts her signature Tiger Kick, but Kitara dodges, spinning around to catch Angun with a rearing back kick to the face. Angun stumbles, giving Kitara the opening to lock her into an armbar from the ropes, her “Filipina Songbird” hold bringing Angun to the brink. But Zxavier, breaking free from Rey, charges in and lands a well-placed boot to Kitara’s back, freeing Angun. In the confusion, Zxavier and Angun regroup, setting up for a double-team move. Zxavier lifts Kitara, preparing for his sunset flip powerbomb, while Angun positions herself for a kick. However, as Zxavier swings Kitara down, Rey intervenes, yanking Angun off the apron. Distracted, Zxavier goes for a superkick—only for Rey to sidestep, leaving Angun to accidentally take the full brunt of the kick. She crumples to the mat, stunned by her partner’s misfire. Kace Matthews: “And there it is! Right to his own partner. I swear, if Zxavier had better aim, they might still be in this!” Maeve Clarke: “But family makes mistakes, Kace. It’s what you do after that counts.” Kitara seizes the opportunity, rolling Zxavier up with a schoolboy pin. One, two—and Zxavier powers out, only for Kitara to follow up immediately, lifting him into position for her KitaraDT. She swings him down into the DDT, pinning him with a fierce look of satisfaction as the referee counts the three. Kace Matthews: “It’s over! Kitara dela Torre and Rey Veneno steal the win, thanks to a little miscommunication in Team Young and Chen.” Maeve Clarke: “Zxavier may have the heart, but tonight, he learned that teamwork requires more than just grit. Angun’s honor and Zxavier’s drive… well, they’ll need to find balance if they want to succeed.” As Kitara and Rey celebrate on the ramp, Zxavier kneels beside Angun, apologizing with a pained expression. Angun, ever composed, accepts his apology with a nod, though a shadow of frustration crosses her face. The crowd cheers as Angun offers Zxavier a hand, helping him to his feet. Kace Matthews: “They’ll live to fight another day, Maeve, but they’ve got some work to do if they want to challenge for those titles.” Maeve Clarke: “And they’ll get there, Kace. Family stands by each other—even after a superkick to the face.” With the camera lingering on Zxavier and Angun’s reconciliatory handshake, the screen fades out. WINNER Kitara dela Torre & Rey Veneno METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:23 FINISHING MOVE KitaraDT |
SEGMENT
EARLIER TODAY
The Crucible Academy Compound was a storied facility. Despite undergoing a name change recently, the history of the gym could never be erased. With the second show in Crucible's history emanating from the facility once again, there were so many hopeful future stars of wrestling, but none as 'sure fire' as Maya Hardy, depending on who you ask. She came into the Academy with a hype around her based on that ever famous last name: HARDY. But, she wasn't the only one with a famous last name. Savell. Laroux. Callaghan. Anderson. The list goes on and on. That's part of what made this class an exciting one. The potential was endless, but it was about more than just what goes on in the ring. There were mind games, sneak attacks, parties, and other distractions.
Despite all of it, Maya Hardy was one of the first to arrive to her home gym before the start of the show. Faction Warfare Trials. This episode would be unique.
RACHEL MOORE: "Maya...Maya, can I get a word with you please?"
It was so early that Maya was assuming she was one of the only people in the facility, but as she turned towards the voice, she saw a short and petite blonde with a sense for fashion and a microphone. A cameraman just behind her, pointing towards the future of the Hardy family dynasty.
MAYA HARDY: "Of course, an interviewer I assume? If so, welcome to Crucible. Word of advice though? Watch who you sneak up on, there have been more than one sneak attacks, and we're all on edge."
RACHEL MOORE: "I apologize. I guess I'm a little overzealous. Excited to get started. My name is Rachel."
The interviewer flashes a smile and grips the microphone tightly, showing a poise and possessing a professional tone of voice. l
RACHEL MOORE: "Maya, this show is unique, the Faction Warfare Trials. Tonight, you're teaming with the man who pinned you at the last show, Leonardo Martinez. How are you feeling about that?"
MAYA HARDY: "Leonardo is one of the toughest men not only in Crucible, but in the world, so I'm more than happy to have him on my side of the ring this time. There are no hard feelings about what happened at the last show. We both knew what was at stake and we weren't going to hold back. When I got that first fall, him and Eileen were in desperation mode and being in that mindset makes anyone dangerous. He wasn't intending to hurt me any more than he had to in order to secure his championship match, so we're good."
RACHEL MOORE: "There are rumors that he isn't as happy to team with you, as you seem to be to team with him. Many are quoting his social media post when he mentioned having 'literally no one else' to team with on Team Nightfall. Did you see that as a slight?"
Maya smirks and shakes her head.
MAYA HARDY: "It was taken out of context. Yeah, he said it, but he was pointing out Jaime's injury and that the rest of our faction members had their own matches. Of course, leave it to Charli to take what he said and try to spin it into something it wasn't. Trust me, we're good. Who isn't good is Ozzie Savell. The Division are a faction that can never be underestimated. They always find a way to get the win, or make a statement. I have nothing against Sarai, but things between me and Ozzie? They are more personal. If I have my way, I'll quiet the haters who think I'm the softest person in Crucible."
RACHEL MOORE: "You mentioned Jaime, are there any updates on his condition that you can share with us? The fans can't wait to see him back in the ring, and as the number one pick on faction Nightfall, his in ring debut is highly anticipated."
Maya's cheeks flush a little at the mention of Jaime. Anyone keeping up with Crucible and it's participants know that Maya and Jaime were very close.
MAYA HARDY: "I don't wanna speak for him too much, but I can say that he wants to be in the ring as much as anyone wants to see him, and if he has his way, I think we'll see him very, very soon. I think he's going to be here tonight somewhere when the show starts, maybe you can catch up to him and ask him. Right now I'm focused on helping my faction gain valuable points to put us in line for a future championship match, so that's kind of what's really on my mind."
She was a bad liar, even the new interviewer could see in her face that her mind was still very much on Jaime and his condition, but she wasn't going to push the issue further.
RACHEL MOORE: "Maya, thank you so much for your time. I have just one more question. You mentioned being perceived as the weakest member of the Crucible roster. Obviously your peers have been talking and stirring the pot, so I have to ask...what will you do to change that perception?"
MAYA HARDY: "Sorry, Rach, but that's something I have to keep to myself, but trust me, I've heard all of the criticism. 'She's only here because she's a Hardy', 'she's too nice to win', 'she's easy to manipulate'. I plan on handling my biz in the ring, and outside of it? Stay tuned."
Maya nods, showing her appreciation to the blonde before heading towards the designated locker areas of the facility. It was almost show time!
EARLIER TODAY
The Crucible Academy Compound was a storied facility. Despite undergoing a name change recently, the history of the gym could never be erased. With the second show in Crucible's history emanating from the facility once again, there were so many hopeful future stars of wrestling, but none as 'sure fire' as Maya Hardy, depending on who you ask. She came into the Academy with a hype around her based on that ever famous last name: HARDY. But, she wasn't the only one with a famous last name. Savell. Laroux. Callaghan. Anderson. The list goes on and on. That's part of what made this class an exciting one. The potential was endless, but it was about more than just what goes on in the ring. There were mind games, sneak attacks, parties, and other distractions.
Despite all of it, Maya Hardy was one of the first to arrive to her home gym before the start of the show. Faction Warfare Trials. This episode would be unique.
RACHEL MOORE: "Maya...Maya, can I get a word with you please?"
It was so early that Maya was assuming she was one of the only people in the facility, but as she turned towards the voice, she saw a short and petite blonde with a sense for fashion and a microphone. A cameraman just behind her, pointing towards the future of the Hardy family dynasty.
MAYA HARDY: "Of course, an interviewer I assume? If so, welcome to Crucible. Word of advice though? Watch who you sneak up on, there have been more than one sneak attacks, and we're all on edge."
RACHEL MOORE: "I apologize. I guess I'm a little overzealous. Excited to get started. My name is Rachel."
The interviewer flashes a smile and grips the microphone tightly, showing a poise and possessing a professional tone of voice. l
RACHEL MOORE: "Maya, this show is unique, the Faction Warfare Trials. Tonight, you're teaming with the man who pinned you at the last show, Leonardo Martinez. How are you feeling about that?"
MAYA HARDY: "Leonardo is one of the toughest men not only in Crucible, but in the world, so I'm more than happy to have him on my side of the ring this time. There are no hard feelings about what happened at the last show. We both knew what was at stake and we weren't going to hold back. When I got that first fall, him and Eileen were in desperation mode and being in that mindset makes anyone dangerous. He wasn't intending to hurt me any more than he had to in order to secure his championship match, so we're good."
RACHEL MOORE: "There are rumors that he isn't as happy to team with you, as you seem to be to team with him. Many are quoting his social media post when he mentioned having 'literally no one else' to team with on Team Nightfall. Did you see that as a slight?"
Maya smirks and shakes her head.
MAYA HARDY: "It was taken out of context. Yeah, he said it, but he was pointing out Jaime's injury and that the rest of our faction members had their own matches. Of course, leave it to Charli to take what he said and try to spin it into something it wasn't. Trust me, we're good. Who isn't good is Ozzie Savell. The Division are a faction that can never be underestimated. They always find a way to get the win, or make a statement. I have nothing against Sarai, but things between me and Ozzie? They are more personal. If I have my way, I'll quiet the haters who think I'm the softest person in Crucible."
RACHEL MOORE: "You mentioned Jaime, are there any updates on his condition that you can share with us? The fans can't wait to see him back in the ring, and as the number one pick on faction Nightfall, his in ring debut is highly anticipated."
Maya's cheeks flush a little at the mention of Jaime. Anyone keeping up with Crucible and it's participants know that Maya and Jaime were very close.
MAYA HARDY: "I don't wanna speak for him too much, but I can say that he wants to be in the ring as much as anyone wants to see him, and if he has his way, I think we'll see him very, very soon. I think he's going to be here tonight somewhere when the show starts, maybe you can catch up to him and ask him. Right now I'm focused on helping my faction gain valuable points to put us in line for a future championship match, so that's kind of what's really on my mind."
She was a bad liar, even the new interviewer could see in her face that her mind was still very much on Jaime and his condition, but she wasn't going to push the issue further.
RACHEL MOORE: "Maya, thank you so much for your time. I have just one more question. You mentioned being perceived as the weakest member of the Crucible roster. Obviously your peers have been talking and stirring the pot, so I have to ask...what will you do to change that perception?"
MAYA HARDY: "Sorry, Rach, but that's something I have to keep to myself, but trust me, I've heard all of the criticism. 'She's only here because she's a Hardy', 'she's too nice to win', 'she's easy to manipulate'. I plan on handling my biz in the ring, and outside of it? Stay tuned."
Maya nods, showing her appreciation to the blonde before heading towards the designated locker areas of the facility. It was almost show time!
SEGMENT
The Crucible’s head interviewer Sophie Grimes is wandering backstage, looking to get some words with the talents ahead of their match. Her attention goes to one particular Nightfall student, caught doing push-ups in his LAFD gray shirt. We’re talking, obviously, about Leonardo Martinez, the current Cloak Of Genius contender for Chris Night’s team.
Sophie Grimes: Leonardo.. Leo!
He didn’t hear her at first, but the second time she calls his name, the firefighter stops his exercise and stands up on his feet. He wipes his hands on his thighs and flashes a smile at
the interviewer.
Leonardo Martinez: Hey… Sophie, right?
Sophie Grimes: That’s my name.
She reciprocates the smile.
Leonardo Martinez: Oh thank God, it would’ve been awkward if I got that wrong. What can I do for you?
It was clear from the beginning that the tone of the interview would have been cordial.
Sophie Grimes: I just wanted to ask you a few questions. We didn’t get to hear from you last week and I thought this could be the chance to introduce you to the fans watching at home.
Leonardo Martinez: Oh, absolutely. Come on, let’s do this.
Another smile from Sophie as she prepared her first question.
Sophie Grimes: Let’s start from there, the first episode. You were pinned by Maya Hardy first, and then returned the courtesy when you got the one, two, three on her to secure your spot as Team Nightfall’s Cloak Of Genius contender. Quite a rollercoaster you had.
Leonardo Martinez: Yeah, no kidding..
He scratches his head, letting out a soft chuckle.
Leonardo Martinez: I shared the ring with two incredibly talented young women. And yeah, I didn’t have the best of starts but I was able to turn the tide. Overall, I think I had a good showing, and I’m proud to represent my team in the Cloak Of Genius match, whenever that may be.
Sophie Grimes: Tonight you will team up with Maya Hardy to take on Ozzie Savell and Sarai Atani of the Division. Both you and your partner must be having strong feelings, considering that the Division orchestrated the attack on Jaime.
Leo took a moment to think his answer through.
Leonardo Martinez: We do, definitely. But we’re not acting on them, that’s the difference. I spent a lot of time with Maya this past week. In ring training, yeah. But we also had some long conversations about this match and what it means to us. Tonight is not about revenge for Jaime. It’s not about the Apex Championship, or the Cloak Of Genius. It’s not even about the prestige of winning against two of the top prospects in The Crucible.
There’s a look of intensity in his eyes as he stares into the camera.
Leonardo Martinez: It’s about Nightfall, it’s about our team mates. It’s for Jaimie, for Eileen, for the twins. Look at the card, Southie and Legion are featured in three matches, The Division in four. Nightfall? Only two.
He pauses a moment, letting the statement sink in.
Leonardo Martinez: And this is not me complaining or making up conspiracy theories. Right now, the numbers game is against us. This whole trial is about finding the next contender to the Crucibelle’s titles. Every point, every match, every win counts. We can’t let Ozzie’s mind games get to us, we have to make the best of the hand we’re dealt and grab both points, putting Shakura and Amalija in the best position to climb the ranks.
Sophie Grimes: That’s a good mentality, but it seems easier to be said than done. Oz really seems to have gotten under her skin.
Leo nods, a smile forming on his lips.
Leonardo Martinez: I’m trained to work under pressure, I know a trick or two to isolate yourself from the outside world and focus only on what you have to do and I gladly shared them with Maya. I’m sure she will be fine.
Sophie Grimes: Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Good luck in your match.
Leonardo Martinez: Appreciate it Sophie. Thank you.
The camera fades to the next segment.
MATCH FOUR: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Maya Hardy & Leonard Martinez vs Ozzie Savell & Sarai Atani
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
The Crucible’s head interviewer Sophie Grimes is wandering backstage, looking to get some words with the talents ahead of their match. Her attention goes to one particular Nightfall student, caught doing push-ups in his LAFD gray shirt. We’re talking, obviously, about Leonardo Martinez, the current Cloak Of Genius contender for Chris Night’s team.
Sophie Grimes: Leonardo.. Leo!
He didn’t hear her at first, but the second time she calls his name, the firefighter stops his exercise and stands up on his feet. He wipes his hands on his thighs and flashes a smile at
the interviewer.
Leonardo Martinez: Hey… Sophie, right?
Sophie Grimes: That’s my name.
She reciprocates the smile.
Leonardo Martinez: Oh thank God, it would’ve been awkward if I got that wrong. What can I do for you?
It was clear from the beginning that the tone of the interview would have been cordial.
Sophie Grimes: I just wanted to ask you a few questions. We didn’t get to hear from you last week and I thought this could be the chance to introduce you to the fans watching at home.
Leonardo Martinez: Oh, absolutely. Come on, let’s do this.
Another smile from Sophie as she prepared her first question.
Sophie Grimes: Let’s start from there, the first episode. You were pinned by Maya Hardy first, and then returned the courtesy when you got the one, two, three on her to secure your spot as Team Nightfall’s Cloak Of Genius contender. Quite a rollercoaster you had.
Leonardo Martinez: Yeah, no kidding..
He scratches his head, letting out a soft chuckle.
Leonardo Martinez: I shared the ring with two incredibly talented young women. And yeah, I didn’t have the best of starts but I was able to turn the tide. Overall, I think I had a good showing, and I’m proud to represent my team in the Cloak Of Genius match, whenever that may be.
Sophie Grimes: Tonight you will team up with Maya Hardy to take on Ozzie Savell and Sarai Atani of the Division. Both you and your partner must be having strong feelings, considering that the Division orchestrated the attack on Jaime.
Leo took a moment to think his answer through.
Leonardo Martinez: We do, definitely. But we’re not acting on them, that’s the difference. I spent a lot of time with Maya this past week. In ring training, yeah. But we also had some long conversations about this match and what it means to us. Tonight is not about revenge for Jaime. It’s not about the Apex Championship, or the Cloak Of Genius. It’s not even about the prestige of winning against two of the top prospects in The Crucible.
There’s a look of intensity in his eyes as he stares into the camera.
Leonardo Martinez: It’s about Nightfall, it’s about our team mates. It’s for Jaimie, for Eileen, for the twins. Look at the card, Southie and Legion are featured in three matches, The Division in four. Nightfall? Only two.
He pauses a moment, letting the statement sink in.
Leonardo Martinez: And this is not me complaining or making up conspiracy theories. Right now, the numbers game is against us. This whole trial is about finding the next contender to the Crucibelle’s titles. Every point, every match, every win counts. We can’t let Ozzie’s mind games get to us, we have to make the best of the hand we’re dealt and grab both points, putting Shakura and Amalija in the best position to climb the ranks.
Sophie Grimes: That’s a good mentality, but it seems easier to be said than done. Oz really seems to have gotten under her skin.
Leo nods, a smile forming on his lips.
Leonardo Martinez: I’m trained to work under pressure, I know a trick or two to isolate yourself from the outside world and focus only on what you have to do and I gladly shared them with Maya. I’m sure she will be fine.
Sophie Grimes: Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Good luck in your match.
Leonardo Martinez: Appreciate it Sophie. Thank you.
The camera fades to the next segment.
SEGMENT
It has been a night of amazing action already and we had so much to go! As we get a break in the action, the cameras move towards the locker area of the facility where we see brand new interviewer to Crucible, Rachel Moore standing by with a microphone in her hand.
RACHEL MOORE: "Tonight has been an incredible night of action, but there's someone that the fans have been wanting to hear from and I've tracked him down to this locker area. I'm going to try to get a hold of JAIME IDOL."
The mention of the Nightfall faction member brought a smile to her jubilant face as she looked at the 'Nightfall Team' locker area door.
RACHEL MOORE: "Here we go, let's see if he's in here."
The interviewer knocks on the door with enough zest to surely get an answer if anyone were on the other side.
There’s a pause after the knock, the kind of silence that lingers as if a choice is being made on the other side. Finally, the door opens, and Jaime Idol stands there, leaning against the frame, an undeniable air of confidence still present even though his injury is visible in the way he holds himself. His gaze flickers to the camera, then to Rachel, a glimmer of that trademark smirk showing, but it fades quickly as he lets out a slight sigh.
JAIME IDOL: "Rachel Moore, huh? Our new interviewer on the block, already going all out, tracking me down to the locker room. Gotta admit, you’re coming in strong."
He leans a bit heavier against the frame, acknowledging the injury with a subtle shift.
JAIME IDOL: "So yeah, I’m here. Not exactly at my best..."
Jaime gestures briefly to his knee.
JAIME IDOL: "But that’s not gonna keep me in the shadows. I know everyone’s been wondering how I’m holding up, what’s next for me."
He pauses, gaze steady.
JAIME IDOL: "Injury or not, I’m still here. And trust me, it’s going to be a sight to see once I get bloody started."
Rachel looks him up and down, almost surprised that he was actually standing in front of her.
RACHEL MOORE: “I appreciate the compliment, Jaime, but you just said something very interesting. You said once you get bloody started and that’s the question on everyone’s mind. When? When will you get started and when you do, what’s your first order of business in Crucible?”
Without missing a beat, the short blonde extends her arm and holds that microphone right up to Jaime’s mouth, wanting to make sure she doesn’t miss a word of this.
Jaime’s smirk returns, a hint of that fire flickering in his eyes as he notices Rachel's determination. He leans in slightly, his face inches from the mic, taking his time before responding.
JAIME IDOL: "When, huh? That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?"
He glances at his knee, then back up at Rachel, his smirk growing.
JAIME IDOL: "See, patience isn’t exactly my strong suit. But as much as I’d love to tear through anyone in my way right now, I’m not about to jump in half-cocked. When I make my move, I want every single person in that ring to know what’s coming."
He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle.
JAIME IDOL: "My first order of business? Simple. Show everyone here that Jaime Idol’s not just riding on some family name or some faction hype from Nightfall. I’m here to prove that I’m the best damn Idol this business has AND will ever see."
He narrows his eyes, the cockiness turning into cold determination.
JAIME IDOL: "And the second I’m cleared, The Crucible? The Division? Legion? Southie Syndicate? They all better be ready, because I’m coming like a bloody bat out of hell and I'm going to show that nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can hold a candle to me when I step into that ring. That being said? No shortcuts, no excuses."
He leans back, that trademark grin slipping back onto his face as he meets Rachel’s gaze.
JAIME IDOL: "So tell all of the fans, Rachel… they better keep watching. ‘Cause when I start, there’s no stopping me."
RACHEL MOORE: “You heard it from Jaime himself! One day soon, he will be BACK in a professional wrestling ring and when that happens, everyone better watch out! I know that makes Crucible must see tv, and Jaime, thanks for giving me this interview! Best of luck with the recovery!”
Jaime nods and does a cute little bow before giving the camera a cheeky wink and then disappearing back into the locker room.
RACHEL MOORE: “The anticipation is building for Idol’s return to the ring, but as we wait for that day, his Nightfall faction partners have a lot on their plates tonight. With that, lets head back to the ring!”
It has been a night of amazing action already and we had so much to go! As we get a break in the action, the cameras move towards the locker area of the facility where we see brand new interviewer to Crucible, Rachel Moore standing by with a microphone in her hand.
RACHEL MOORE: "Tonight has been an incredible night of action, but there's someone that the fans have been wanting to hear from and I've tracked him down to this locker area. I'm going to try to get a hold of JAIME IDOL."
The mention of the Nightfall faction member brought a smile to her jubilant face as she looked at the 'Nightfall Team' locker area door.
RACHEL MOORE: "Here we go, let's see if he's in here."
The interviewer knocks on the door with enough zest to surely get an answer if anyone were on the other side.
There’s a pause after the knock, the kind of silence that lingers as if a choice is being made on the other side. Finally, the door opens, and Jaime Idol stands there, leaning against the frame, an undeniable air of confidence still present even though his injury is visible in the way he holds himself. His gaze flickers to the camera, then to Rachel, a glimmer of that trademark smirk showing, but it fades quickly as he lets out a slight sigh.
JAIME IDOL: "Rachel Moore, huh? Our new interviewer on the block, already going all out, tracking me down to the locker room. Gotta admit, you’re coming in strong."
He leans a bit heavier against the frame, acknowledging the injury with a subtle shift.
JAIME IDOL: "So yeah, I’m here. Not exactly at my best..."
Jaime gestures briefly to his knee.
JAIME IDOL: "But that’s not gonna keep me in the shadows. I know everyone’s been wondering how I’m holding up, what’s next for me."
He pauses, gaze steady.
JAIME IDOL: "Injury or not, I’m still here. And trust me, it’s going to be a sight to see once I get bloody started."
Rachel looks him up and down, almost surprised that he was actually standing in front of her.
RACHEL MOORE: “I appreciate the compliment, Jaime, but you just said something very interesting. You said once you get bloody started and that’s the question on everyone’s mind. When? When will you get started and when you do, what’s your first order of business in Crucible?”
Without missing a beat, the short blonde extends her arm and holds that microphone right up to Jaime’s mouth, wanting to make sure she doesn’t miss a word of this.
Jaime’s smirk returns, a hint of that fire flickering in his eyes as he notices Rachel's determination. He leans in slightly, his face inches from the mic, taking his time before responding.
JAIME IDOL: "When, huh? That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?"
He glances at his knee, then back up at Rachel, his smirk growing.
JAIME IDOL: "See, patience isn’t exactly my strong suit. But as much as I’d love to tear through anyone in my way right now, I’m not about to jump in half-cocked. When I make my move, I want every single person in that ring to know what’s coming."
He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle.
JAIME IDOL: "My first order of business? Simple. Show everyone here that Jaime Idol’s not just riding on some family name or some faction hype from Nightfall. I’m here to prove that I’m the best damn Idol this business has AND will ever see."
He narrows his eyes, the cockiness turning into cold determination.
JAIME IDOL: "And the second I’m cleared, The Crucible? The Division? Legion? Southie Syndicate? They all better be ready, because I’m coming like a bloody bat out of hell and I'm going to show that nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can hold a candle to me when I step into that ring. That being said? No shortcuts, no excuses."
He leans back, that trademark grin slipping back onto his face as he meets Rachel’s gaze.
JAIME IDOL: "So tell all of the fans, Rachel… they better keep watching. ‘Cause when I start, there’s no stopping me."
RACHEL MOORE: “You heard it from Jaime himself! One day soon, he will be BACK in a professional wrestling ring and when that happens, everyone better watch out! I know that makes Crucible must see tv, and Jaime, thanks for giving me this interview! Best of luck with the recovery!”
Jaime nods and does a cute little bow before giving the camera a cheeky wink and then disappearing back into the locker room.
RACHEL MOORE: “The anticipation is building for Idol’s return to the ring, but as we wait for that day, his Nightfall faction partners have a lot on their plates tonight. With that, lets head back to the ring!”
MATCH FOUR: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Maya Hardy & Leonard Martinez vs Ozzie Savell & Sarai Atani
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
| RECAP Kace Matthews and Maeve Clarke are ready to call the action, each bringing their unique flair to the commentary table. Kace Matthews: “This one’s bound to be interesting, Maeve. We’ve got Maya Hardy, who’s wrestling royalty, teamed up with Leonardo Martinez, the ‘Fireman’ himself. And on the other side, we’ve got the mind games of Ozzie Savell and the intensity of the ‘Neon Tigress’ herself, Sarai Atana.” Maeve Clarke: “Family and focus are big for Maya, but tonight, she’ll need to keep her mind in the ring and not let Ozzie’s games get to her. Leonardo, as always, will be the steady presence she needs.” Kace Matthews: “Well, knowing Ozzie, he’ll have something up his sleeve, probably something nasty, too. And as for Sarai—she’s a storm in neon. If she stays sharp, she might just lead her team to victory.” The bell rings, and Sarai and Maya start things off. Sarai's intense, focused gaze never wavers, and she approaches Maya with precision, each move calculated. Maya, looking determined, circles her, eyeing her opponent for any opening. They lock up, and Sarai swiftly takes control, wrenching Maya into a side headlock and transitioning into a takedown, showcasing her Muay Thai strength. Maya pushes back, flipping Sarai over her shoulder. Sarai rolls through, popping back to her feet and delivering a hard roundhouse kick that narrowly misses as Maya ducks under. Both women exchange a series of quick, aggressive strikes, neither giving an inch. Kace Matthews: “Sarai’s got that laser focus tonight. You’d think she was born in the ring with the way she’s moving out there.” Maeve Clarke: “Focus is great, but Maya’s got Leonardo in her corner—a partner who knows how to keep her grounded. Let’s see if that steadiness can tip the scales in their favor.” After a few exchanges, Maya tags in Leonardo, who charges in with his powerhouse style. Sarai, unfazed, tags in Ozzie, who takes his time stepping into the ring, a sly grin on his face as he circles Leonardo. Ozzie mouths something inaudible to Maya, who’s still on the apron, his gaze challenging and mocking. Leonardo goes for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Ozzie slips out, sidestepping and whispering something else toward Maya. She clenches her fists, her face tightening in frustration as Ozzie glances back at her with a smirk. Maeve Clarke: “What did he just say to her? Whatever it was, it’s clearly getting under her skin.” Kace Matthews: “I’d put money on it being about Jaime Idol. Ozzie knows exactly which buttons to push, and he’s not afraid to press them.” Leonardo steps in, grabbing Ozzie in a waist lock and slamming him down with a German suplex, bringing the crowd to life. He keeps control, hoisting Ozzie up and landing a second suplex before going for a quick pin. Ozzie kicks out at two, his smile gone as he realizes he’s up against someone who won’t be easily rattled. Leonardo tags Maya back in, giving her a nod of encouragement. Maya charges at Ozzie, landing a quick combo of punches that sends him into the corner. She goes for a running knee, but Ozzie dodges, rolling out of the way. As she stumbles forward, he leans in close, whispering, “Still waiting for Jaime to call, huh?” Maya’s face twists in anger, but Leonardo calls out to her, snapping her back to focus. She nods, taking a breath, and charges at Ozzie with renewed determination, hitting him with a powerful spinning backfist that sends him reeling. She goes for her signature Starburst Press, but Ozzie rolls out of the way, scrambling to tag in Sarai. Sarai enters, immediately going after Maya with a flurry of strikes, keeping her on the defensive. She lands a hard knee to Maya’s midsection, doubling her over, then follows up with her "Tigress Knee," crashing into Maya’s face with brutal precision. Maya stumbles back, and Sarai goes for the pin, but Leonardo breaks it up just in time. Kace Matthews: “This is a clinic from Sarai! She’s dialed in, Maeve. No hesitation, no second-guessing—just cold, calculated strikes.” Maeve Clarke: “And Leonardo’s there to back Maya up. That’s what real teammates do—they lift each other up when things get tough.” Ozzie, spotting an opportunity, distracts the referee while Sarai pulls Maya into a corner, setting her up for a superplex. But Maya fights back, landing a series of punches that knock Sarai down to the mat. She launches herself from the top rope, landing a crossbody that flattens Sarai. Both women lie on the mat, exhausted, as their partners reach out for the tag. Maya tags in Leonardo, who rushes in just as Sarai tags Ozzie. Leonardo catches Ozzie with a hard spear, flooring him. He picks Ozzie up, going for his signature Five-Alarm Fireman’s Carry Cutter, but as he lifts Ozzie, Sarai sneaks in a low blow from behind, undetected by the referee. Maeve Clarke: “No! That was a blatant low blow! Ozzie and Sarai are willing to stoop to any level to win this.” Kace Matthews: “Told you, Maeve. Ozzie’s here to make a statement, and if he’s got to break a few rules… well, that’s just him keeping it interesting.” As Ozzie revels in the upper hand he and Sarai have gained, the crowd’s attention suddenly shifts to the entrance ramp. Jaime Idol, limping but determined, makes his way down to ringside. His presence alone causes a ripple of murmurs and gasps throughout the arena, and Ozzie, catching sight of his rival, sneers, clearly thrown off his game. Maeve Clarke: “Jaime Idol! What’s he doing here? He can barely walk, Kace. But something tells me he’s not here just to watch.” Kace Matthews: “Oh, this is about to get even more interesting! Ozzie may have pushed one button too many, and now he’s got the Idol himself breathing down his neck.” As Ozzie’s focus wavers, Maya seizes the opportunity. Leonardo gives her a nod, urging her to capitalize. She springs into action, pulling herself up and catching Ozzie off guard with a quick roll-up from behind. The referee drops down to count—one, two, and three! Kace Matthews: “Maya Hardy and Leonardo Martinez pull off the surprise win! Ozzie was too busy posturing to notice Maya coming right up behind him.” Maeve Clarke: “That’s what you get when you play games with people’s emotions, Kace. Maya and Leonardo just showed Ozzie and Sarai that loyalty and focus are more powerful than any mind game.” Ozzie scrambles up, wide-eyed with frustration as he realizes what just happened. Maya, beaming, raises her hands in victory alongside Leonardo, and they share a quick, satisfied embrace as Jaime Idol looks on with a smirk. Ozzie glares daggers at Jaime, who simply shrugs, reveling in the chaos he’s created. Sarai watches on, clearly annoyed with her partner’s lapse in concentration, as the tension simmers. Kace Matthews: “What a night, Maeve! Maya Hardy and Leonardo Martinez have just thrown down the gauntlet. And with Jaime Idol in the mix, I don’t think Ozzie’s games are going to get any easier.” Maeve Clarke: “Family, loyalty, and heart—that’s what Maya and Leonardo brought to the ring tonight. And if you ask me, this is just the beginning of something much bigger.” As Ozzie seethes, Maya and Leonardo celebrate up the ramp, with Jaime offering a final wave and a sly grin before heading to the back. The crowd’s cheers fill the arena, and the screen fades out with Maya and Leonardo’s hard-fought victory firmly established. WINNER Maya Hardy & Leonard Martinez METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 17:22 FINISHING MOVE Roll-Up |
SEGMENT
Backstage at Ignition 1.1, Valerie and Clarissa LaCroix stand side by side in front of the camera. Their black and silver ring attire shimmers under the lights, but the mood is far from celebratory. Clarissa, usually bubbly and energetic, has a more serious, focused demeanour tonight. If she has any nerves, none are on display. Valerie, too, looks intense, arms crossed as they face the reality of their upcoming match.
Clarissa sighs, glancing at her sister before addressing the camera, her tone low and steady.
Clarissa:
“So, looks like plans changed, huh? Bella thought she could waltz right into a fight with the Crucibelles and walk out untouched. That backfired. Now, instead of facing Bella and Summer… we’re up against Summer and Jade Callaghan.”
She pauses, her gaze steely as she leans forward slightly.
Clarissa:
“I mean, that’s totally in our favor but it’s annoying too. I wanted to beat Bella myself. Oh well. We can only defeat who we’re put up against, and this time it’s not some giant four team battle. Last time out didn’t go to plan but we’re not here to play catch-up or prove we belong. We’re here to win—and tonight, we’re putting every single one of you on notice.”
Valerie rolls her eyes.
Valerie:
“Clar’s right, we didn’t make the impression we wanted last week but tonight we will. See, our opponents may be in the limelight right now with their little drama and how sure are we that they won’t end up fighting each other?”
She chuckles.
Valerie:
“Honestly? This is basically a 3 on 1 match and I’m not complaining. They may try to work together but really who are we kidding? They’re just going to do most of the work for us and then we’ll steal the spotlight back on us the way it’s meant to be.”
Clarissa shrugs.
Clarissa:
“And afterwards? I want no excuses for why it happened like this. I told Bella before that she was being arrogant and she told me arrogance would be saying “anytime, any place”...guess she was right, she did exactly that and look what happened. Tonight her teammate suffers for it, sucks to be her, but their loss is going to be our profit.”
She smiles sweetly while Valerie laughs at Bella and Summer’s misery.
Clarissa:
“Our first win here, it'll be a beautiful moment for The Division and The Crucible as a whole. You're welcome.”
Valerie:
“If they can’t back up their own words, nothing they say means anything. It’s too bad Ruby and Jade didn’t leave Bella worse than they did because she’s already running her mouth again. It’s only gonna be a matter of time before she trips on her face again and poor Summer has to clean her mess. I didn’t realise that’s what Boston’s Finest is really all about. What a letdown. Bad girls for life but choke just after one big fight?”
Val laughs again, this time more wickedly.
Valerie:
“Couldn’t be us! It’s so pathetic, I almost feel sorry for them. Should we donate something?”
She turns to Clarissa with a mock sympathy face. For a minute she looks to be summing the idea up.
Clarissa:
“she's already have the Dummy Brothers acting as a foodbank for them and Haven is running around with her eyes closed acting as her misguided shield…how much charity can she still need?”
She grimaces.
Clarissa:
“No wonder she was so keen to come to our parties, drink our booze and eat our food. Oh my god, we've already been so charitable, come to think of it. But then they want to start talking trash? Must be what comes naturally. Ungrateful is what that is.”
She give a quick shrug.
Clarissa:
“Oh well.”
Valerie grabs her sister’s arm as she gasps.
Valerie:
“Oh my god! Are they poor? Is that why they act like this? Spitting in our faces after happily drinking our booze and eating our food? Typical trashy basics behavior! Who do you think you are, huh??? Can’t treat us like that and get away with it. Nope! You will pay. And don’t worry, we won’t bill you for all that you’ve taken from us. We know you can’t afford it. But there are plenty of alternative payment options in the ring, starting with getting your teeth punched in! At least by the end of tonight, you might get a bed next to your bestie and the two of you can R&R together.”
She laughs that carefree, heartless laughter again.
Valerie:
“And as for Jade, we don’t care what you do. Maybe you’d wanna be a little careful, considering ‘any funny business’ would risk losing those titles. I totally get it. But just know that if you do wanna sneak in a lesson or two with Summer anytime throughout the match…”
She leans in, placing her hand by the side of her mouth as if telling a secret.
Valerie:
“We won’t tell.”
She winks before laughing again while Clarissa just scoffs. Then they walk out of frame together to prepare for their match, clearly satisfied with what they have to say.
Backstage at Ignition 1.1, Valerie and Clarissa LaCroix stand side by side in front of the camera. Their black and silver ring attire shimmers under the lights, but the mood is far from celebratory. Clarissa, usually bubbly and energetic, has a more serious, focused demeanour tonight. If she has any nerves, none are on display. Valerie, too, looks intense, arms crossed as they face the reality of their upcoming match.
Clarissa sighs, glancing at her sister before addressing the camera, her tone low and steady.
Clarissa:
“So, looks like plans changed, huh? Bella thought she could waltz right into a fight with the Crucibelles and walk out untouched. That backfired. Now, instead of facing Bella and Summer… we’re up against Summer and Jade Callaghan.”
She pauses, her gaze steely as she leans forward slightly.
Clarissa:
“I mean, that’s totally in our favor but it’s annoying too. I wanted to beat Bella myself. Oh well. We can only defeat who we’re put up against, and this time it’s not some giant four team battle. Last time out didn’t go to plan but we’re not here to play catch-up or prove we belong. We’re here to win—and tonight, we’re putting every single one of you on notice.”
Valerie rolls her eyes.
Valerie:
“Clar’s right, we didn’t make the impression we wanted last week but tonight we will. See, our opponents may be in the limelight right now with their little drama and how sure are we that they won’t end up fighting each other?”
She chuckles.
Valerie:
“Honestly? This is basically a 3 on 1 match and I’m not complaining. They may try to work together but really who are we kidding? They’re just going to do most of the work for us and then we’ll steal the spotlight back on us the way it’s meant to be.”
Clarissa shrugs.
Clarissa:
“And afterwards? I want no excuses for why it happened like this. I told Bella before that she was being arrogant and she told me arrogance would be saying “anytime, any place”...guess she was right, she did exactly that and look what happened. Tonight her teammate suffers for it, sucks to be her, but their loss is going to be our profit.”
She smiles sweetly while Valerie laughs at Bella and Summer’s misery.
Clarissa:
“Our first win here, it'll be a beautiful moment for The Division and The Crucible as a whole. You're welcome.”
Valerie:
“If they can’t back up their own words, nothing they say means anything. It’s too bad Ruby and Jade didn’t leave Bella worse than they did because she’s already running her mouth again. It’s only gonna be a matter of time before she trips on her face again and poor Summer has to clean her mess. I didn’t realise that’s what Boston’s Finest is really all about. What a letdown. Bad girls for life but choke just after one big fight?”
Val laughs again, this time more wickedly.
Valerie:
“Couldn’t be us! It’s so pathetic, I almost feel sorry for them. Should we donate something?”
She turns to Clarissa with a mock sympathy face. For a minute she looks to be summing the idea up.
Clarissa:
“she's already have the Dummy Brothers acting as a foodbank for them and Haven is running around with her eyes closed acting as her misguided shield…how much charity can she still need?”
She grimaces.
Clarissa:
“No wonder she was so keen to come to our parties, drink our booze and eat our food. Oh my god, we've already been so charitable, come to think of it. But then they want to start talking trash? Must be what comes naturally. Ungrateful is what that is.”
She give a quick shrug.
Clarissa:
“Oh well.”
Valerie grabs her sister’s arm as she gasps.
Valerie:
“Oh my god! Are they poor? Is that why they act like this? Spitting in our faces after happily drinking our booze and eating our food? Typical trashy basics behavior! Who do you think you are, huh??? Can’t treat us like that and get away with it. Nope! You will pay. And don’t worry, we won’t bill you for all that you’ve taken from us. We know you can’t afford it. But there are plenty of alternative payment options in the ring, starting with getting your teeth punched in! At least by the end of tonight, you might get a bed next to your bestie and the two of you can R&R together.”
She laughs that carefree, heartless laughter again.
Valerie:
“And as for Jade, we don’t care what you do. Maybe you’d wanna be a little careful, considering ‘any funny business’ would risk losing those titles. I totally get it. But just know that if you do wanna sneak in a lesson or two with Summer anytime throughout the match…”
She leans in, placing her hand by the side of her mouth as if telling a secret.
Valerie:
“We won’t tell.”
She winks before laughing again while Clarissa just scoffs. Then they walk out of frame together to prepare for their match, clearly satisfied with what they have to say.
SEGMENT
Ruby Callaghan: And please, for the love of God… Don’t do anything stupid, Jade.
The younger of the Callaghan sisters rolls her eyes.The current Faction Warfare Tag Team champions are seen walking backstage, dressed to compete and with the titles resting on their shoulders.
Jade Callaghan: I’m already doing something stupid, I’m teaming with Summer!
Ruby is about to rebut, but she suddenly stops. As much as she hates to admit it, she has to concede
Ruby Callaghan:Touchè. That IS pretty dumb, especially considering how it came to it. We were just defending ourselves, Bella was the one who attacked us. But it’s not something YOU did, that was on the Council, or whatever they are called, and we cannot change that. My concern is that you would do something dumb and cost us the titles.
Stopping on her tracks, Jade puts her hand on her sister’s shoulder, turning her around and looking straight in her eyes.
Jade Callaghan: Ruby… I don’t know how to tell you, but I got this. I talked with Charli, I talked with Sean… I’m not throwing away everything we worked for just to fuck with Boston’s Finest. There’s already enough Callaghans doing that.
Ruby’s jaw drops, her head slowly turning toward her sister. Jade just smirks at her, chewing a gum and blowing up a rather impressive candy balloon that exploded with a loud pop.
Jade Callaghan: What about you? You think you can handle Miss Couple Of Live Matches?
This was a direct quote of Trinity’s tweet, obviously used as a mockery by the youngest of the two sisters.
Ruby Callaghan: Yeah, I like my chances.
Jade Calllaghan: Whoa, no “running through her without breaking a sweat?” No “I’m gonna kick her ass so bad that she wished this was a tag match and she could tag her manager in?” You gotta work on this hyping yourself up thing, big sis.
Ruby couldn’t help but chuckle at Jade’s exuberance.
Ruby Callaghan:You know I can talk the talk as well as I can walk the walk, Jade. But I also know that if she was no good, she'd still be in Dumpster Fire Pro fighting live matches. The mere fact that she’s in the Crucible makes her a dangerous opponent.
Jade Callaghan: Just do one of these…
The young Callaghan takes a few steps and leaps, performing a front flip while holding her right leg to land a brutal axe kick on an imaginary opponent.
Jade Callaghan: And BOOM! she’s out.
There’s a legitimate look of awe on Ruby’s face as Jade performs one of her signature maneuvers.
Ruby Callaghan: Yeah, you’ll have to teach me that…
Before Ruby can continue her sentence, Jade was already skipping toward some crew members who were enjoying a break after some hard work.
Jade Callaghan: Hey, have you seen Sapphire?
The older man raises an eyebrow.
Crew Guy: Who?
Jade Callaghan: Sapphire! My sister!
The guy turns to his colleagues, all of them are equally as confused.
Crew Guy: She’s… there?
He points at Ruby, who can be seen shaking her head.
Jade Callaghan: Not her, that’s my older sister, Ruby! Sapphire looks a lot like me, she could pass for my twin but she’s actually two years younger. A little shorter than me, blonde hair.. Can you go look for her? It’s important….
Crew Guy: Uhh, sure thing Miss Callaghan.
Then turning to his crew.
Crew Guy: Bob, you take that side of the hallway. Chris, check the catering. I’ll go this way.
The man split, each of them leaving their sandwiches and drinks to go look for the third Callaghan’s sister. As they disappear from sight, Jade chuckles and grabs a can of soda the guy they called Bob left, gulping whatever was left in one sip.
Ruby Callaghan: Christ, Jade.. Can you stop bullshitting for a minute?
Jade Callaghan: Nope, can’t do.
The young sibling replies, sticking out her tongue at Ruby. She then darted down the hallway, a few long strides before starting a series of three consecutive cartwheels followed by a perfect backflip, landing on her feet and yelling at her sister from the opposite side of the corridor.
Jade Callaghan: Come on, Ruby. Hurry up!
MATCH THREE: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Summer O'Reilly & Jade Callaghan vs The LaCroix Sisters
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Ruby Callaghan vs Alizay Perkins w/Trinity Ann
MAIN EVENT: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Colt Anderson & Haven West vs Charli Rozzi & Kian Laroux
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
Chris Night: “Look, Nathan, I get it. But you know the history. Julian and I—we’re not exactly built to coexist.”
Nathan Callaghan: “Coexistence isn’t what I’m asking for. I’m telling you to get over it. Whatever history you and Julian have, leave it there. We came here with a purpose, Chris—to build something bigger than either of us. And this thing between you two? It’s holding you back from that.”
Chris looks away, clearly frustrated, but he knows Nathan’s right. He clenches his fists, taking a steadying breath.
Chris Night: “Alright, Nathan. I get what you’re saying. This thing with Julian, it’s… it’s been a long time coming, but you’re right. It can’t be my focus. I’ll let it go—for now.”
Ruby Callaghan: And please, for the love of God… Don’t do anything stupid, Jade.
The younger of the Callaghan sisters rolls her eyes.The current Faction Warfare Tag Team champions are seen walking backstage, dressed to compete and with the titles resting on their shoulders.
Jade Callaghan: I’m already doing something stupid, I’m teaming with Summer!
Ruby is about to rebut, but she suddenly stops. As much as she hates to admit it, she has to concede
Ruby Callaghan:Touchè. That IS pretty dumb, especially considering how it came to it. We were just defending ourselves, Bella was the one who attacked us. But it’s not something YOU did, that was on the Council, or whatever they are called, and we cannot change that. My concern is that you would do something dumb and cost us the titles.
Stopping on her tracks, Jade puts her hand on her sister’s shoulder, turning her around and looking straight in her eyes.
Jade Callaghan: Ruby… I don’t know how to tell you, but I got this. I talked with Charli, I talked with Sean… I’m not throwing away everything we worked for just to fuck with Boston’s Finest. There’s already enough Callaghans doing that.
Ruby’s jaw drops, her head slowly turning toward her sister. Jade just smirks at her, chewing a gum and blowing up a rather impressive candy balloon that exploded with a loud pop.
Jade Callaghan: What about you? You think you can handle Miss Couple Of Live Matches?
This was a direct quote of Trinity’s tweet, obviously used as a mockery by the youngest of the two sisters.
Ruby Callaghan: Yeah, I like my chances.
Jade Calllaghan: Whoa, no “running through her without breaking a sweat?” No “I’m gonna kick her ass so bad that she wished this was a tag match and she could tag her manager in?” You gotta work on this hyping yourself up thing, big sis.
Ruby couldn’t help but chuckle at Jade’s exuberance.
Ruby Callaghan:You know I can talk the talk as well as I can walk the walk, Jade. But I also know that if she was no good, she'd still be in Dumpster Fire Pro fighting live matches. The mere fact that she’s in the Crucible makes her a dangerous opponent.
Jade Callaghan: Just do one of these…
The young Callaghan takes a few steps and leaps, performing a front flip while holding her right leg to land a brutal axe kick on an imaginary opponent.
Jade Callaghan: And BOOM! she’s out.
There’s a legitimate look of awe on Ruby’s face as Jade performs one of her signature maneuvers.
Ruby Callaghan: Yeah, you’ll have to teach me that…
Before Ruby can continue her sentence, Jade was already skipping toward some crew members who were enjoying a break after some hard work.
Jade Callaghan: Hey, have you seen Sapphire?
The older man raises an eyebrow.
Crew Guy: Who?
Jade Callaghan: Sapphire! My sister!
The guy turns to his colleagues, all of them are equally as confused.
Crew Guy: She’s… there?
He points at Ruby, who can be seen shaking her head.
Jade Callaghan: Not her, that’s my older sister, Ruby! Sapphire looks a lot like me, she could pass for my twin but she’s actually two years younger. A little shorter than me, blonde hair.. Can you go look for her? It’s important….
Crew Guy: Uhh, sure thing Miss Callaghan.
Then turning to his crew.
Crew Guy: Bob, you take that side of the hallway. Chris, check the catering. I’ll go this way.
The man split, each of them leaving their sandwiches and drinks to go look for the third Callaghan’s sister. As they disappear from sight, Jade chuckles and grabs a can of soda the guy they called Bob left, gulping whatever was left in one sip.
Ruby Callaghan: Christ, Jade.. Can you stop bullshitting for a minute?
Jade Callaghan: Nope, can’t do.
The young sibling replies, sticking out her tongue at Ruby. She then darted down the hallway, a few long strides before starting a series of three consecutive cartwheels followed by a perfect backflip, landing on her feet and yelling at her sister from the opposite side of the corridor.
Jade Callaghan: Come on, Ruby. Hurry up!
SEGMENT
Backstage before their big main event match, Charli Rozzi and Kian Laroux seem to be taking things in their stride, just hanging out. Charli is ring ready this time in a pair of black painted on tights with green stripes up the sides and a matching green super cropped top with black stripes across the chest. Her long dark hair braided down her back and matching black boots. She’s leaning into Kian with her back to the wall.
Charli Rozzi: “You know tonight is gonna be a cakewalk… Aiden Morrow’s per project and a guy who looks like the only part of the gym he’s never seen is the shower.”
Her obvious disgust for both of them was written all across her face, her top lip turned up in a sneer, breaking into a laugh as she let out a dramatic sigh.
Charli Rozzi: “If anything they both owe us a thank you, if they were facing anyone else they sure as fuck wouldn’t be in the main event right now…”
Kian chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned closer, matching her smug expression.
Kian Laroux: “You’re not wrong. They’re both out of their depth, trying to make something of themselves against us? Please.” He rolled his eyes, letting out a dismissive laugh.
Kian Laroux: “Haven can have all the training sessions with Aiden she wants, but she doesn’t have the grit or the instinct to last in there with people like us.”
He paused, eyeing the ring from afar before glancing back at Charli, a smirk creeping onto his face.
Kian Laroux: “And Colt? Yeah, I’m sure he’ll bring some big power moves, maybe toss us around a bit. But that’s all muscle—no brains, no finesse.” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice with a playful grin.
She gripped his jaw, under his chin with one hand and pulled him in closer still, closing the distance between them before grinning with a lift of her brows.
Charli Rozzi: “Considering the complete lack of care for my welfare my choice in trainers have, getting tossed around a little by some sweaty meathead sounds like a vacation.”
She turned her head just a little, pressing her lips along his jawline to his ear, muttering something only he could hear before laughing.
Kian Laroux: “The two of them? They’re just filler for our highlight reel. I say we make it a lesson they’re not gonna forget.”
He pushed off the wall, cracking his knuckles.
Kian Laroux: “Let’s show them why we’re the main event and why they’ll always be playing catch-up.”
With another exaggerated sigh she pushed off the wall to follow him, quickly falling into step beside him and tapping his chest, a teasing grin on her face now.
Charli Rozzi: “I love it when you get all serious and threatening… fucking hot.”
Kian gave her a smirk, letting her words fuel his confidence even more as they walked down the hall.
Kian Laroux: “Then keep watching, Charli. Tonight’s gonna be the easiest match we’ve had yet.”
He cracked his knuckles, the fire in his eyes unmistakable as he picked up the pace toward the curtain, ready to make their statement in the ring.
Backstage before their big main event match, Charli Rozzi and Kian Laroux seem to be taking things in their stride, just hanging out. Charli is ring ready this time in a pair of black painted on tights with green stripes up the sides and a matching green super cropped top with black stripes across the chest. Her long dark hair braided down her back and matching black boots. She’s leaning into Kian with her back to the wall.
Charli Rozzi: “You know tonight is gonna be a cakewalk… Aiden Morrow’s per project and a guy who looks like the only part of the gym he’s never seen is the shower.”
Her obvious disgust for both of them was written all across her face, her top lip turned up in a sneer, breaking into a laugh as she let out a dramatic sigh.
Charli Rozzi: “If anything they both owe us a thank you, if they were facing anyone else they sure as fuck wouldn’t be in the main event right now…”
Kian chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned closer, matching her smug expression.
Kian Laroux: “You’re not wrong. They’re both out of their depth, trying to make something of themselves against us? Please.” He rolled his eyes, letting out a dismissive laugh.
Kian Laroux: “Haven can have all the training sessions with Aiden she wants, but she doesn’t have the grit or the instinct to last in there with people like us.”
He paused, eyeing the ring from afar before glancing back at Charli, a smirk creeping onto his face.
Kian Laroux: “And Colt? Yeah, I’m sure he’ll bring some big power moves, maybe toss us around a bit. But that’s all muscle—no brains, no finesse.” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice with a playful grin.
She gripped his jaw, under his chin with one hand and pulled him in closer still, closing the distance between them before grinning with a lift of her brows.
Charli Rozzi: “Considering the complete lack of care for my welfare my choice in trainers have, getting tossed around a little by some sweaty meathead sounds like a vacation.”
She turned her head just a little, pressing her lips along his jawline to his ear, muttering something only he could hear before laughing.
Kian Laroux: “The two of them? They’re just filler for our highlight reel. I say we make it a lesson they’re not gonna forget.”
He pushed off the wall, cracking his knuckles.
Kian Laroux: “Let’s show them why we’re the main event and why they’ll always be playing catch-up.”
With another exaggerated sigh she pushed off the wall to follow him, quickly falling into step beside him and tapping his chest, a teasing grin on her face now.
Charli Rozzi: “I love it when you get all serious and threatening… fucking hot.”
Kian gave her a smirk, letting her words fuel his confidence even more as they walked down the hall.
Kian Laroux: “Then keep watching, Charli. Tonight’s gonna be the easiest match we’ve had yet.”
He cracked his knuckles, the fire in his eyes unmistakable as he picked up the pace toward the curtain, ready to make their statement in the ring.
MATCH THREE: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Summer O'Reilly & Jade Callaghan vs The LaCroix Sisters
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
| RECAP Kace Matthews and Maeve Clarke are fired up as the match is set to begin. Kace Matthews: “We’ve got a tense situation here, Maeve. After a beatodwn on Bella by Jade and Ruby at the Southie Syndicate Manor, Boston’s Finest is down to just Summer O’Reilly tonight, and she’s teaming with none other than Jade Callaghan!” Maeve Clarke: “Talk about an uneasy alliance! With everything going on between these factions, tensions are high, and I have a feeling someone’s about to get hurt tonight.” The bell rings, and Summer and Val LaCroix start things off. Despite their recent alliance, Summer and Jade are clearly not on the same page. Summer, a technical and high-flying wrestler, moves quickly against Val, targeting her with precise dropkicks and a springboard DDT. Val fights back with her brutal, straightforward style, focusing on grounding Summer with hard strikes and submission holds. Summer manages to gain the upper hand and tags in Jade, who saunters into the ring with a confident smirk. Jade and Val exchange a series of intense strikes, each looking to establish dominance. Jade takes control, hitting Val with a snap suplex and going for a quick pin, but Val kicks out at two. As the match progresses, Clarissa LaCroix and Jade find themselves brawling outside the ring, while Summer and Val continue to go at it inside. Suddenly, a masked woman dressed in all black slides out from the crowd, holding a baton. She approaches Val stealthily and swings the baton hard into Val’s knee, taking her down with a painful cry. Kace Matthews: “What the—who is that masked woman? She just took out Val with that baton!” Maeve Clarke: “Whoever she is, she’s targeting Val specifically. I can’t help but wonder if this is personal. Could this be Maya Hardy getting revenge for Jaime Idol?” With Val incapacitated, Clarissa rushes back into the ring, clearly distressed but determined. She squares off with Jade, who smirks, seeming almost amused by the sudden shift in the match. They trade blows, but it’s clear that Clarissa is rattled, distracted by her sister’s injury. Jade tags Summer back in, and Summer goes to work on Clarissa, grounding her with a series of precise moves. As the match reaches its climax, Summer tags Jade back in, allowing her to set Clarissa up for a high-impact move. However, Clarissa manages to counter, hitting Jade with a move that should be simple to kick out of—a standard DDT. But as the referee counts, Jade doesn’t move. One, two, three. Kace Matthews: “Wait a minute… did Jade just let that happen? Her arm went up right after the count, like she could have kicked out!” Maeve Clarke: “Kace, I think Jade may have intentionally thrown this match. Maybe she wanted to keep Boston’s Finest out of the running for the number one contender spot.” As Summer checks on her partner, visibly frustrated and confused, Clarissa kneels beside her fallen sister, still in shock from the ambush. The masked woman has disappeared into the crowd, leaving everyone guessing. Kace Matthews: “I don’t know who that mystery attacker was, but it sure seems like they had it out for Val. And if that really was Maya Hardy, things just got even more complicated!” Maeve Clarke: “Revenge, betrayal, and alliances on the rocks—this match had it all, Kace. But something tells me we’re just scratching the surface of what’s to come.” With the LaCroix sisters left reeling and Summer still trying to understand what just transpired, the screen fades out, leaving the crowd buzzing with questions. WINNER Val & Clarissa LaCroix METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:54 FINISHING MOVE DDT |
SEGMENT
The camera cuts to Jaime Idol leaning against a backstage crate, still nursing his injured knee but carrying a smug grin. Suddenly, Ozzie Savell appears from around the corner, his cold gaze locked on Jaime as he strides over, composed and dangerous. Jaime straightens up, defensive, his body tensing, but his trademark cheeky smirk doesn’t falter.
Jaime Idol: “Come for a round two, have ya? Gotta say, mate, I didn’t peg you as the type to go for seconds.”
Ozzie stops just short of Jaime, holding his hands up in mock surrender, his expression unreadable. He responded with a low and calm voice.
Ozzie Savell: “Relax, Jaime. I’m not here to fight. If I wanted to do that, you would not have seen me coming. I’m here for a conversation.”
Jaime chuckles, crossing his arms, but there’s a flicker of wariness in his eyes.
Jaime Idol: “A cozy little chat then? What, gonna tell me all about the evils of interfering in your matches? Look, Ozzie, you’re a right bore if you think I’m listening to a lecture.”
Ozzie’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a glint of malice in his eyes as he takes a step closer, his voice dropping to an almost chilling calm.
Ozzie Savell: “See, that’s the problem with you, Jaime. You think this is all some game, that you can pop up wherever you please, say what you want, get involved when it suits you. But this? This isn’t a game. And I’m not someone you want as an opponent.”
Jaime rolls his eyes, trying to keep the bravado up.
Jaime Idol: “Oh, I’m trembling, mate. Big, bad Ozzie Savell, is it? Thinks he’s the end-all of wrestling, eh?”
Ozzie’s lips curl into a smirk, a shadow of menace behind his composed demeanor.
Ozzie Savell: “Call it whatever you want, Idol, but here’s a bit of advice from someone who’s more than capable of turning that knee of yours into scrap if I felt like it. I’m not here to fight tonight because, frankly, I don’t need to. But you… you’re testing my patience.”
Jaime leans in, trying to keep his defiance up.
Jaime Idol: “So what, mate? You’re letting me off with a slap on the wrist, yeah? Bit soft for the Ozzie I’ve heard all about. You know, the one that gave the go ahead to have me taken out by your bloody twat girlfriend, Val.”
Ozzie’s smirk widens slightly, and he tilts his head, voice dropping lower, with a dangerous calm.
Ozzie Savell: “Think of it less as a slap and more as a warning. Go ahead, take this moment, let that knee heal up nice and slow. Because the next time you decide to make my business yours, the Division won’t be as… forgiving.”
Jaime pauses, the smirk faltering just slightly as he registers the threat, but he quickly covers it up with a cheeky grin.
Jaime Idol: “Well, cheers for the friendly advice, Ozzie. And here I thought you were all bite and no bark.”
Ozzie chuckles softly, his gaze cold and unyielding.
Ozzie Savell: “Bark or bite, Jaime… either one will be enough to end you if you push me. So go on, enjoy this little ‘reprieve’… for now. But remember, next time, there won’t be a choice.”
With one final, icy look, Ozzie turns and strides away, leaving Jaime standing alone, his expression now shadowed by a flicker of doubt beneath the bravado. The camera lingers on Jaime, the weight of Ozzie’s words hanging heavy as the screen fades to black.
The camera cuts to Jaime Idol leaning against a backstage crate, still nursing his injured knee but carrying a smug grin. Suddenly, Ozzie Savell appears from around the corner, his cold gaze locked on Jaime as he strides over, composed and dangerous. Jaime straightens up, defensive, his body tensing, but his trademark cheeky smirk doesn’t falter.
Jaime Idol: “Come for a round two, have ya? Gotta say, mate, I didn’t peg you as the type to go for seconds.”
Ozzie stops just short of Jaime, holding his hands up in mock surrender, his expression unreadable. He responded with a low and calm voice.
Ozzie Savell: “Relax, Jaime. I’m not here to fight. If I wanted to do that, you would not have seen me coming. I’m here for a conversation.”
Jaime chuckles, crossing his arms, but there’s a flicker of wariness in his eyes.
Jaime Idol: “A cozy little chat then? What, gonna tell me all about the evils of interfering in your matches? Look, Ozzie, you’re a right bore if you think I’m listening to a lecture.”
Ozzie’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a glint of malice in his eyes as he takes a step closer, his voice dropping to an almost chilling calm.
Ozzie Savell: “See, that’s the problem with you, Jaime. You think this is all some game, that you can pop up wherever you please, say what you want, get involved when it suits you. But this? This isn’t a game. And I’m not someone you want as an opponent.”
Jaime rolls his eyes, trying to keep the bravado up.
Jaime Idol: “Oh, I’m trembling, mate. Big, bad Ozzie Savell, is it? Thinks he’s the end-all of wrestling, eh?”
Ozzie’s lips curl into a smirk, a shadow of menace behind his composed demeanor.
Ozzie Savell: “Call it whatever you want, Idol, but here’s a bit of advice from someone who’s more than capable of turning that knee of yours into scrap if I felt like it. I’m not here to fight tonight because, frankly, I don’t need to. But you… you’re testing my patience.”
Jaime leans in, trying to keep his defiance up.
Jaime Idol: “So what, mate? You’re letting me off with a slap on the wrist, yeah? Bit soft for the Ozzie I’ve heard all about. You know, the one that gave the go ahead to have me taken out by your bloody twat girlfriend, Val.”
Ozzie’s smirk widens slightly, and he tilts his head, voice dropping lower, with a dangerous calm.
Ozzie Savell: “Think of it less as a slap and more as a warning. Go ahead, take this moment, let that knee heal up nice and slow. Because the next time you decide to make my business yours, the Division won’t be as… forgiving.”
Jaime pauses, the smirk faltering just slightly as he registers the threat, but he quickly covers it up with a cheeky grin.
Jaime Idol: “Well, cheers for the friendly advice, Ozzie. And here I thought you were all bite and no bark.”
Ozzie chuckles softly, his gaze cold and unyielding.
Ozzie Savell: “Bark or bite, Jaime… either one will be enough to end you if you push me. So go on, enjoy this little ‘reprieve’… for now. But remember, next time, there won’t be a choice.”
With one final, icy look, Ozzie turns and strides away, leaving Jaime standing alone, his expression now shadowed by a flicker of doubt beneath the bravado. The camera lingers on Jaime, the weight of Ozzie’s words hanging heavy as the screen fades to black.
SEGMENT
The camera feed shifts backstage to show a figure making his way down the main hallway toward the Faction leaders offices. As he rounds a corner, we get a clear shot of the young man’s face and we see newcomer Tony DeStefano, striding with purpose, his designer shoes echoing against the cold concrete floor.
He’s dressed in a fitted white fur trimmed coat and white jeans, with various pieces of diamond jewelry that dance under the fluorescent overhead lighting as he walks.
The kid oozes confidence, a slight smirk on his face as he takes in the academy around him. It’s clear he’s not just another recruit; he’s got a chip on his shoulder and something to prove.
As he strolls past, a few heads turn, and there whispers are exchanged, but Tony’s eyes are locked forward, focused on his destination: a private office at the far end of the compound where he’s been summoned to meet Nathan Callaghan.
Today was the day that he found out whether he’d had a good try out and was Syndicate material or not.
Tony finally reaches the door marked with the Southie Syndicate emblem and he pauses, rolls his neck, and then knocks twice, the sound sharp and deliberate. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushes open the door and steps inside, his gaze landing on the man he’s been summoned to meet.
Tony DeStefano:
You got a packed house out there tonight. Really wish I was here to wrestle now and not just for a meeting.
Tony pauses, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket as he takes a casual stance, his eyes scanning the man from behind a pair of designer sunglasses.
Tony DeStefano:
Not that this ain’t an important meeting or anything. It is. I just got a taste of things with that audition the other day and I’m eager to get back out there. I guess that’s why you called me back, right?
Tony chuckles softly as he makes his way over to take a seat across from Nathan to remove his sunglasses.
Tony DeStefano:
Unless you called me back here to tell me I didn’t get a spot. If so? That’s fucked up.
Nathan Callaghan sits back in his chair, eyes on Tony with a sharp, appraising look, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he listens to the rookie’s cocky attitude.
Nathan Callaghan:
Bold words, kid. Gotta hand it to ya, you don’t lack confidence, do ya? But you’re right. I didn’t bring you in here to cut you loose. I’m all about potential, and I see it in you. And yeah, I got a packed house out there tonight—but it ain’t packed with just anyone. It’s filled with people who want this just as bad as you say you do.
Nathan leans forward, folding his hands on the desk, his voice carrying a weight behind it.
Nathan Callaghan:
But let’s get one thing clear, Tony. Eagerness isn’t what keeps you in the Syndicate. Respect, loyalty, and knowing when to put in the work—that’s what keeps you in. You might have had a good tryout, but that was just the beginning. You don’t prove yourself in a single night around here. Every time you step through those ropes, every match, every fight—that’s where you earn it.
He pauses, letting his words settle before a slight grin breaks through.
Nathan Callaghan:
So yeah, you got your spot. But don’t get too comfortable. You’re gonna have to do a lot more than talk if you wanna stick around. Now, show me you’re as good as that mouth of yours says you are, and we’ll see how far you can go.
Tony listens to Nathan, his smirk unwavering, but his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the words. There’s a spark of challenge in his gaze, something almost electric in the way he stands there, undeterred by the expectations being laid out.
Tony DeStefano:
Respect, loyalty, and hard work, eh? That’s something my pops has been instilling in me since I was a kid.
He nods, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in the chair he’s sitting in.
Tony DeStefano:
I didn’t come here expectin’ any handouts, Nate. I know I gotta earn my keep, just like everybody else. And believe me, I got no problem puttin’ in the work.
He glances out the door, where the distant sounds of the ongoing show echo down the hallway. The intensity in his voice is unmistakable when he speaks again.
Tony DeStefano:
But just so we’re clear, I ain’t here to just blend in with that crowd, either. I didn’t leave behind everything back in New York to be just another face in the Syndicate. I came here to make a name. To make damn sure that every person who sees me out there remembers exactly who I am—and who I roll with.
There’s a brief pause as Tony straightens up, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket, his voice lowering with a quieter intensity.
Tony DeStefano:
So I get it. I’m here to prove myself, every day, every match. And I got no problem doin’ that. But don’t think for a second that I’m just some rookie who’s all talk. You’ll see soon enough that I back up every word.
He stands and extends his hand, a gesture of understanding—and a promise that he intends to keep up his end of the deal, no matter the cost.
Tony DeStefano:
So we got ourselves an understanding, yeah? You give me the shot, and I’ll show you what I’m really made of. Just don’t blink, Callaghan… ’cause I got a feelin’ this is gonna be somethin’ you don’t wanna miss.
Tony’s hand hovers there, his eyes locked with Nathan’s, waiting to see if the boss of the Syndicate was ready to officially seal the deal with him—knowing that if he did, there’ was definitely no turning back.
Nathan lets out a low chuckle, eyeing Tony’s extended hand, taking a moment before he stands up to meet him eye to eye. There’s a flicker of approval in Nathan’s expression, though his gaze stays sharp and assessing.
Nathan Callaghan:
I like that attitude, Tony. You’re hungry, and that’s exactly what I want around here. But remember, big talk is only worth as much as the fight behind it. You’ll have your chance to prove it, and trust me, I’ll be watching every damn second.
He grips Tony’s hand firmly, sealing the deal with a steady handshake that carries weight and a sense of finality. Nathan’s expression softens just a fraction, his tone dropping to a low, almost ominous tone.
Nathan Callaghan:
Just remember—you’re rollin’ with the Syndicate now. That means when you’re out there, it ain’t just about you. It’s about all of us. So you bring that fire, that intensity, but you also bring respect for this family. Because we protect our own… as long as they prove themselves worthy of it.
With a final nod, Nathan releases Tony’s hand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Nathan Callaghan:
Alright, DeStefano. Show me what all that New York grit is made of.
Tony gives Nathan’s hand one last, firm shake before letting go, that cocky grin of his never fading. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—a mix of pride and a hint of gratitude, though he’d never openly admit it. This is what he’s wanted: a chance, a place where his fire and ambition could be tested for real.
Tony DeStefano:
Oh, trust me, Callaghan. I ain’t just here to make myself look good. I know what it means to be part of somethin’ bigger, to back your people. You give me the Syndicate’s name, I’ll carry it with pride. And anyone who crosses us? They’ll be reminded real quick why that was a mistake.
He steps back, giving a nod of respect before turning to leave, a newfound confidence in his stride. But just before he reaches the door, he pauses, glancing back over his shoulder with that trademark smirk.
Tony DeStefano:
Get ready, boss. That ‘New York grit’ you’re talkin’ about? It’s about to set this place on fuckin’ fire.
With a final nod, Tony turns and walks out, the weight of the Syndicate now resting on his shoulders—a weight he’s more than ready to carry. As he steps out into the bustling energy of the Crucible Academy, he knows that the real work starts now. Every match, every hit, every challenge—it’s all fuel to prove himself worthy of the Syndicate’s name. And with Nathan’s words echoing in his head, he feels an almost electric surge of determination.
The Syndicate’s newest prospect was ready to make his mark.
The camera feed shifts backstage to show a figure making his way down the main hallway toward the Faction leaders offices. As he rounds a corner, we get a clear shot of the young man’s face and we see newcomer Tony DeStefano, striding with purpose, his designer shoes echoing against the cold concrete floor.
He’s dressed in a fitted white fur trimmed coat and white jeans, with various pieces of diamond jewelry that dance under the fluorescent overhead lighting as he walks.
The kid oozes confidence, a slight smirk on his face as he takes in the academy around him. It’s clear he’s not just another recruit; he’s got a chip on his shoulder and something to prove.
As he strolls past, a few heads turn, and there whispers are exchanged, but Tony’s eyes are locked forward, focused on his destination: a private office at the far end of the compound where he’s been summoned to meet Nathan Callaghan.
Today was the day that he found out whether he’d had a good try out and was Syndicate material or not.
Tony finally reaches the door marked with the Southie Syndicate emblem and he pauses, rolls his neck, and then knocks twice, the sound sharp and deliberate. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushes open the door and steps inside, his gaze landing on the man he’s been summoned to meet.
Tony DeStefano:
You got a packed house out there tonight. Really wish I was here to wrestle now and not just for a meeting.
Tony pauses, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket as he takes a casual stance, his eyes scanning the man from behind a pair of designer sunglasses.
Tony DeStefano:
Not that this ain’t an important meeting or anything. It is. I just got a taste of things with that audition the other day and I’m eager to get back out there. I guess that’s why you called me back, right?
Tony chuckles softly as he makes his way over to take a seat across from Nathan to remove his sunglasses.
Tony DeStefano:
Unless you called me back here to tell me I didn’t get a spot. If so? That’s fucked up.
Nathan Callaghan sits back in his chair, eyes on Tony with a sharp, appraising look, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he listens to the rookie’s cocky attitude.
Nathan Callaghan:
Bold words, kid. Gotta hand it to ya, you don’t lack confidence, do ya? But you’re right. I didn’t bring you in here to cut you loose. I’m all about potential, and I see it in you. And yeah, I got a packed house out there tonight—but it ain’t packed with just anyone. It’s filled with people who want this just as bad as you say you do.
Nathan leans forward, folding his hands on the desk, his voice carrying a weight behind it.
Nathan Callaghan:
But let’s get one thing clear, Tony. Eagerness isn’t what keeps you in the Syndicate. Respect, loyalty, and knowing when to put in the work—that’s what keeps you in. You might have had a good tryout, but that was just the beginning. You don’t prove yourself in a single night around here. Every time you step through those ropes, every match, every fight—that’s where you earn it.
He pauses, letting his words settle before a slight grin breaks through.
Nathan Callaghan:
So yeah, you got your spot. But don’t get too comfortable. You’re gonna have to do a lot more than talk if you wanna stick around. Now, show me you’re as good as that mouth of yours says you are, and we’ll see how far you can go.
Tony listens to Nathan, his smirk unwavering, but his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the words. There’s a spark of challenge in his gaze, something almost electric in the way he stands there, undeterred by the expectations being laid out.
Tony DeStefano:
Respect, loyalty, and hard work, eh? That’s something my pops has been instilling in me since I was a kid.
He nods, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in the chair he’s sitting in.
Tony DeStefano:
I didn’t come here expectin’ any handouts, Nate. I know I gotta earn my keep, just like everybody else. And believe me, I got no problem puttin’ in the work.
He glances out the door, where the distant sounds of the ongoing show echo down the hallway. The intensity in his voice is unmistakable when he speaks again.
Tony DeStefano:
But just so we’re clear, I ain’t here to just blend in with that crowd, either. I didn’t leave behind everything back in New York to be just another face in the Syndicate. I came here to make a name. To make damn sure that every person who sees me out there remembers exactly who I am—and who I roll with.
There’s a brief pause as Tony straightens up, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket, his voice lowering with a quieter intensity.
Tony DeStefano:
So I get it. I’m here to prove myself, every day, every match. And I got no problem doin’ that. But don’t think for a second that I’m just some rookie who’s all talk. You’ll see soon enough that I back up every word.
He stands and extends his hand, a gesture of understanding—and a promise that he intends to keep up his end of the deal, no matter the cost.
Tony DeStefano:
So we got ourselves an understanding, yeah? You give me the shot, and I’ll show you what I’m really made of. Just don’t blink, Callaghan… ’cause I got a feelin’ this is gonna be somethin’ you don’t wanna miss.
Tony’s hand hovers there, his eyes locked with Nathan’s, waiting to see if the boss of the Syndicate was ready to officially seal the deal with him—knowing that if he did, there’ was definitely no turning back.
Nathan lets out a low chuckle, eyeing Tony’s extended hand, taking a moment before he stands up to meet him eye to eye. There’s a flicker of approval in Nathan’s expression, though his gaze stays sharp and assessing.
Nathan Callaghan:
I like that attitude, Tony. You’re hungry, and that’s exactly what I want around here. But remember, big talk is only worth as much as the fight behind it. You’ll have your chance to prove it, and trust me, I’ll be watching every damn second.
He grips Tony’s hand firmly, sealing the deal with a steady handshake that carries weight and a sense of finality. Nathan’s expression softens just a fraction, his tone dropping to a low, almost ominous tone.
Nathan Callaghan:
Just remember—you’re rollin’ with the Syndicate now. That means when you’re out there, it ain’t just about you. It’s about all of us. So you bring that fire, that intensity, but you also bring respect for this family. Because we protect our own… as long as they prove themselves worthy of it.
With a final nod, Nathan releases Tony’s hand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Nathan Callaghan:
Alright, DeStefano. Show me what all that New York grit is made of.
Tony gives Nathan’s hand one last, firm shake before letting go, that cocky grin of his never fading. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—a mix of pride and a hint of gratitude, though he’d never openly admit it. This is what he’s wanted: a chance, a place where his fire and ambition could be tested for real.
Tony DeStefano:
Oh, trust me, Callaghan. I ain’t just here to make myself look good. I know what it means to be part of somethin’ bigger, to back your people. You give me the Syndicate’s name, I’ll carry it with pride. And anyone who crosses us? They’ll be reminded real quick why that was a mistake.
He steps back, giving a nod of respect before turning to leave, a newfound confidence in his stride. But just before he reaches the door, he pauses, glancing back over his shoulder with that trademark smirk.
Tony DeStefano:
Get ready, boss. That ‘New York grit’ you’re talkin’ about? It’s about to set this place on fuckin’ fire.
With a final nod, Tony turns and walks out, the weight of the Syndicate now resting on his shoulders—a weight he’s more than ready to carry. As he steps out into the bustling energy of the Crucible Academy, he knows that the real work starts now. Every match, every hit, every challenge—it’s all fuel to prove himself worthy of the Syndicate’s name. And with Nathan’s words echoing in his head, he feels an almost electric surge of determination.
The Syndicate’s newest prospect was ready to make his mark.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Ruby Callaghan vs Alizay Perkins w/Trinity Ann
| RECAP Kace Matthews: “Ruby Callaghan is about to face Alizay Perkins, and you’ve got to think she’s feeling a bit vulnerable tonight. Her sister Jade isn’t out here to support her—she’s tied up with talking to the higher ups after her last match. That means Ruby’s on her own against not only Alizay but also the ever-dangerous Trinity Ann at ringside.” Maeve Clarke: “Jade’s absence is significant, Kace. Ruby’s tough, but going it alone in a match like this when the opposition has someone like Trinity lurking outside… that’s a tall order.” The bell rings, and Ruby and Alizay waste no time locking up. Ruby’s known for her high-flying style and speed, while Alizay brings a street brawler’s grit to the ring. Alizay quickly gains the upper hand with a rough headlock, wrenching Ruby down to one knee. Ruby counters, pushing Alizay into the ropes and hitting a leaping dropkick that sends her opponent sprawling. Ruby takes control, darting around the ring with a series of fast-paced maneuvers, keeping Alizay off balance. She hits a springboard elbow drop, going for an early pin, but Alizay kicks out at two. Trinity Ann, watching closely from ringside, shouts advice and encouragement, trying to keep Alizay focused. Kace Matthews: “Ruby’s staying one step ahead, and I think she’s trying to finish this quickly. She knows as long as Trinity’s out there, things could get messy.” Maeve Clarke: “Ruby’s proving she can hold her own, but she’s got to stay vigilant. The OG Bad Gurlz don’t play fair.” As the match continues, Alizay begins to find her rhythm, grounding Ruby with a backbreaker. She follows up with stiff forearms, showing off her brawling style as she keeps Ruby on the mat. Alizay attempts a slingshot suplex, driving Ruby down and going for the cover, but Ruby kicks out, firing herself up in response. Ruby counters with a well-timed enzuigiri that leaves Alizay dazed. She climbs to the top rope, looking to finish things with a high-flying maneuver, but Trinity hops onto the apron, distracting the referee. Ruby hesitates, glancing down at Trinity, who smirks and points at her wrist as if telling Ruby her time’s up. Maeve Clarke: “There it is, Kace! Trinity’s interference, like clockwork. Ruby’s got to keep her focus on Alizay, not Trinity.” Kace Matthews: “Absolutely, Maeve. Trinity’s not in there to wrestle, but she’s just as dangerous as anyone inside the ring.” Alizay takes advantage of the distraction, recovering and catching Ruby off guard with a superkick. She covers, but Ruby kicks out just before the three. Frustrated, Alizay drags Ruby to her feet, hitting a series of quick jabs. Ruby tries to fight back, countering with a jawbreaker that sends Alizay stumbling back. The match reaches its peak, with both competitors looking exhausted. Ruby goes for her finisher, the Callaghan Cutter, but as she executes the move, Trinity slips a chain into Alizay’s hand. Alizay subtly wraps it around her fist as Ruby approaches for another move. With the referee’s attention elsewhere, Alizay swings, clocking Ruby in the face with the loaded punch. Ruby collapses, dazed. Alizay quickly covers Ruby, and the referee counts to three. Kace Matthews: “And that’s it! Alizay Perkins steals one, all thanks to Trinity and that underhanded move. Ruby didn’t stand a chance against those odds.” Maeve Clarke: “Jade’s absence was definitely felt tonight. Ruby fought with everything she had, but Alizay and Trinity knew exactly how to exploit her being alone. I’m sure this isn’t over, though—the Callaghans don’t let things like this slide.” As Alizay and Trinity celebrate up the ramp, Ruby slowly regains her bearings in the ring, frustration clear on her face. The crowd boos the OG Bad Gurlz as they taunt Ruby, their tactics adding fuel to an already intense rivalry. WINNER Alizay Perkins METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:11 FINISHING MOVE Loaded punch with chain |
SEGMENT
Backstage at the compound, before their match Haven West & Colt Anderson are preparing for their match. Ring ready and wearing matching Legion colors they’re looking every bit a team; Haven looks up at Colt with an anxious but excited grin, bobbing back and forth on her toes looking for somewh to burn off some of her bubbling nervous energy ahead of the match.
Haven West: “Are you nervous? Because I’m nervous and not even nervous about like… who we’re facing, because they’re so loud about being wrong it’s almost funny.”
She shot him another nervous grin, her words getting away from her as she spoke.
Haven West: “But just to like, do well. You get that pressure right? I know you do, we both have that in common which, hey that helps! Yeah, that helps for sure…”
Colt cracks a smile as he continues to wrap athletic tape around his wrists and right hand.
Colt Anderson: “You know, you’re not this chatty in training. You’re normally pretty focused and locked in. Is this one of those stage fright things? Cause you didn’t seem this nervous even last show. I got some bumps and bruises to prove that.”
He lets out a laugh and gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Colt Anderson: “We just go out there, do what we do and stick with the training we worked on.”
Haven wobbles a little whilst rocking and then grins back up at him once again.
Haven West: “Yeah because in training I know what I’m doing, it’s respectful, it’s controlled… I grew up in a gym, it’s what I know.”
Raising one hand she points out towards the run area and raises both of her brows in an excited expression.
Haven West: “Out there, people are watching. And not respectful. And nothings controlled… this is my second time getting in a ring. That’s pretty freakin’ anxiety inducing. It’s not them I’m worried about, it’s me.”
Trying to find her calm, she stops and forces herself to concentrate on her breathing for a pause, reeling back in her nervous energy that she can use once they’re out there.
Haven West: “And this is why I’m quiet. The rambling. Kind of destroys the image.”
Colt nonchalantly tosses the remaining of the tape roll into a nearby gym bag before running his hands through his damp hair.
Colt Anderson: “I get that.. I get how it can be a bit overwhelming. I got some advice recently to just let yourself get lost out there and feed into the environment out there and enjoy yourself.”
He shrugs just a bit.
Colt Anderson: “Plus you got me out there. You gotta remember that we didn’t have anyone lay down for us to get wins last show. We worked hard and kicked ass. We just gotta remember that.”
She nods, still focused on slowing her breathing for a moment or two more.
Haven West: “We’ve got this, I know we do I just… the nervous thing is part of my process I guess. Helps me focus my energy before going out there. But you’re right, we’re not the ones with something to prove this week, they are. We earned our spots.”
With a final nod she settles back on her heels, her general aura still a little frantic but considerably more calm and focused, ready to get out there and prove what they can do.
Backstage at the compound, before their match Haven West & Colt Anderson are preparing for their match. Ring ready and wearing matching Legion colors they’re looking every bit a team; Haven looks up at Colt with an anxious but excited grin, bobbing back and forth on her toes looking for somewh to burn off some of her bubbling nervous energy ahead of the match.
Haven West: “Are you nervous? Because I’m nervous and not even nervous about like… who we’re facing, because they’re so loud about being wrong it’s almost funny.”
She shot him another nervous grin, her words getting away from her as she spoke.
Haven West: “But just to like, do well. You get that pressure right? I know you do, we both have that in common which, hey that helps! Yeah, that helps for sure…”
Colt cracks a smile as he continues to wrap athletic tape around his wrists and right hand.
Colt Anderson: “You know, you’re not this chatty in training. You’re normally pretty focused and locked in. Is this one of those stage fright things? Cause you didn’t seem this nervous even last show. I got some bumps and bruises to prove that.”
He lets out a laugh and gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Colt Anderson: “We just go out there, do what we do and stick with the training we worked on.”
Haven wobbles a little whilst rocking and then grins back up at him once again.
Haven West: “Yeah because in training I know what I’m doing, it’s respectful, it’s controlled… I grew up in a gym, it’s what I know.”
Raising one hand she points out towards the run area and raises both of her brows in an excited expression.
Haven West: “Out there, people are watching. And not respectful. And nothings controlled… this is my second time getting in a ring. That’s pretty freakin’ anxiety inducing. It’s not them I’m worried about, it’s me.”
Trying to find her calm, she stops and forces herself to concentrate on her breathing for a pause, reeling back in her nervous energy that she can use once they’re out there.
Haven West: “And this is why I’m quiet. The rambling. Kind of destroys the image.”
Colt nonchalantly tosses the remaining of the tape roll into a nearby gym bag before running his hands through his damp hair.
Colt Anderson: “I get that.. I get how it can be a bit overwhelming. I got some advice recently to just let yourself get lost out there and feed into the environment out there and enjoy yourself.”
He shrugs just a bit.
Colt Anderson: “Plus you got me out there. You gotta remember that we didn’t have anyone lay down for us to get wins last show. We worked hard and kicked ass. We just gotta remember that.”
She nods, still focused on slowing her breathing for a moment or two more.
Haven West: “We’ve got this, I know we do I just… the nervous thing is part of my process I guess. Helps me focus my energy before going out there. But you’re right, we’re not the ones with something to prove this week, they are. We earned our spots.”
With a final nod she settles back on her heels, her general aura still a little frantic but considerably more calm and focused, ready to get out there and prove what they can do.
SEGMENT
THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY 'SELF MADE' SARA STEVENS
Numerous pictures of Sara Stevens are flashed across the screen in quick succession as a cute little giggle plays over the pictures.
SARA STEVENS: "Professional wrestling is so hard, O-M-G! That's what I hear at least, but really, how hard can it be?"
We move to a shot of Sara sitting on a beautiful white sofa in a gym of all places. What gym? Who knows, but the camera spins around to show two women tussling around in the ring. One woman jumps off the second turnbuckle and drives the other woman's face into the mat with a bulldog. The camera flips back around to see Sara making a 'note' of that in her phone.
SARA STEVENS: "Okay, maybe it CAN be hard, but does it have to be?"
Next, we see clips of Nightfall, Legion, Southie and Division wrestlers and photos of the students.
SARA STEVENS: "Gross, hideous, diseases...is there anyone here worth actually following?"
Sara shrugs and then huffs and puffs.
SARA STEVENS: "I've done my homework, okay? I know that so many people here are living off of a family name, or an ex, or something like that and I think the fans, sorry, my fans, deserve more. I can officially call myself a professional wrestler now, and guess what? I'm going to be THE one to watch, and I'm doing it all on my own, well, kinda sorta? I need a, what do you guys call it?"
Her eyes move to someone in front of her, and you hear someone say 'faction'.
SARA STEVENS: "Yes, of course, I need a faction and trainers, but come on, look at me, who wouldn't want me on their faction? I've seen some pretty girls here, I'm sure I could make quick friends, as long as they let me get MY SIDE when we take pictures. A girl always needs HER side. Anyway, this is my little pitch to the factions: Do you want someone who is truly self made? Do you want someone who always finds a way to get the job done? Do you want someone with endless followers across every social media platforms who will bring more attention to everyone associated with me? If that sounds like something you want, draft me to your faction and if you don't see it in me then guess what? I don't see it in you either, so hah!"
We are 'treated' to more professional photos and selfies of SARA as her trademark giggle is heard once again.
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Numerous pictures of Sara Stevens are flashed across the screen in quick succession as a cute little giggle plays over the pictures.
SARA STEVENS: "Professional wrestling is so hard, O-M-G! That's what I hear at least, but really, how hard can it be?"
We move to a shot of Sara sitting on a beautiful white sofa in a gym of all places. What gym? Who knows, but the camera spins around to show two women tussling around in the ring. One woman jumps off the second turnbuckle and drives the other woman's face into the mat with a bulldog. The camera flips back around to see Sara making a 'note' of that in her phone.
SARA STEVENS: "Okay, maybe it CAN be hard, but does it have to be?"
Next, we see clips of Nightfall, Legion, Southie and Division wrestlers and photos of the students.
SARA STEVENS: "Gross, hideous, diseases...is there anyone here worth actually following?"
Sara shrugs and then huffs and puffs.
SARA STEVENS: "I've done my homework, okay? I know that so many people here are living off of a family name, or an ex, or something like that and I think the fans, sorry, my fans, deserve more. I can officially call myself a professional wrestler now, and guess what? I'm going to be THE one to watch, and I'm doing it all on my own, well, kinda sorta? I need a, what do you guys call it?"
Her eyes move to someone in front of her, and you hear someone say 'faction'.
SARA STEVENS: "Yes, of course, I need a faction and trainers, but come on, look at me, who wouldn't want me on their faction? I've seen some pretty girls here, I'm sure I could make quick friends, as long as they let me get MY SIDE when we take pictures. A girl always needs HER side. Anyway, this is my little pitch to the factions: Do you want someone who is truly self made? Do you want someone who always finds a way to get the job done? Do you want someone with endless followers across every social media platforms who will bring more attention to everyone associated with me? If that sounds like something you want, draft me to your faction and if you don't see it in me then guess what? I don't see it in you either, so hah!"
We are 'treated' to more professional photos and selfies of SARA as her trademark giggle is heard once again.
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MAIN EVENT: FACTION WARFARE TRIALS
Colt Anderson & Haven West vs Charli Rozzi & Kian Laroux
Purpose: This winner of this match earns a point, getting them closer to a shot for the tag team championships.
| RECAP The bell rings, and Colt Anderson kicks off the match with Kian Laroux. The two men lock up, with Colt using his technical prowess to maneuver Kian into a headlock. Kian, however, quickly resorts to dirty tactics, throwing an elbow to Colt’s midsection to break free. Kian smirks, taunting Colt with cocky gestures, but Colt stays focused, answering with a hard clothesline that takes Kian down. Colt tags in Haven, who enters with an impressive burst of speed. She darts around Kian, delivering a flurry of kicks and connecting with a snap DDT. Haven’s athleticism keeps Kian off-balance, and she goes for a quick pin, but Kian powers out at two. He scrambles to his corner and tags in Charli Rozzi, who wastes no time charging at Haven with aggressive strikes, driving her back. The match builds in intensity as both teams trade tags and high-impact moves. Charli and Kian work seamlessly, using every trick in the book to keep Colt and Haven on the defensive. At one point, Charli manages to lock Haven in a painful arm-hook sleeper, displaying her ruthless submission skills. Haven struggles but eventually escapes, tagging Colt back in. Kace Matthews: "You’ve got to admire Haven’s resilience here, Maeve. Charli had her in a world of pain, but she fought her way out of it." Maeve Clarke: "It’s that never-quit attitude, Kace. But Kian and Charli are relentless. They’ll do whatever it takes to win." As the match nears its climax, Kian pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his tights, grinning wickedly. He measures Haven, who’s still recovering from Charli’s onslaught, and moves in for the knockout punch. But at the last second, Haven ducks, and Kian’s fist, loaded with brass knuckles, connects squarely with Charli’s jaw. Charli drops to the mat, out cold. Maeve Clarke: "Oh no! Kian just knocked his own partner out cold! Talk about backfiring!" Kace Matthews: "Kian’s dirty tactics finally caught up with him, and Colt and Haven are about to capitalize." Haven takes full advantage, hitting Kian with a high-impact running knee strike to stun him further. She then tags in Colt, who steps into the ring with a look of determination. Colt hoists Kian up and nails him with his finishing move, the Colt 45, sending Kian crashing to the mat. Colt hooks the leg, and the referee counts—one, two, three! Kace Matthews: "And that’s it! Colt Anderson and Haven West pick up the win in spectacular fashion!" Maeve Clarke: "Kian’s own actions led to his downfall tonight, Kace. And now he has to face the consequences of his reckless decision." As Colt and Haven celebrate in the ring, Kian comes to, realizing what’s happened. He looks down at Charli, who is still unconscious on the mat, her jaw visibly bruised from the brass knuckles. Medical staff rush down to assist Charli, eventually carting her out on a stretcher. Kace Matthews: "This was one wild main event, and it looks like Kian’s actions may have caused serious damage. Colt and Haven take the victory, but the fallout for Kian and Charli might just be beginning." Maeve Clarke: "Tonight was a lesson in consequences. Kian’s willingness to cheat came back to haunt him, and now he’s left with the aftermath." The screen fades out with Kian looking both shocked and regretful as he watches Charli being taken away, his own careless tactics leaving him to face the consequences alone. WINNER Colt Anderson & Haven West METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:22 FINISHING MOVE Colt 45 |
ENDING SEGMENT
The camera opens in Nathan Callaghan’s office, where he’s leaning against his desk, arms folded, his expression a mix of frustration and resolve. Chris Night steps in, looking tense but composed. He shuts the door behind him and turns to face Nathan, who doesn’t waste any time getting to the point.
Nathan Callaghan: “Chris, I’ve had just about enough of this petty bullshit with Julian. Every time I turn around, you’re either talking about him, thinking about him, or hell, practically throwing yourself into a fight with him. But that’s not what we’re here to do, is it?”
The camera opens in Nathan Callaghan’s office, where he’s leaning against his desk, arms folded, his expression a mix of frustration and resolve. Chris Night steps in, looking tense but composed. He shuts the door behind him and turns to face Nathan, who doesn’t waste any time getting to the point.
Nathan Callaghan: “Chris, I’ve had just about enough of this petty bullshit with Julian. Every time I turn around, you’re either talking about him, thinking about him, or hell, practically throwing yourself into a fight with him. But that’s not what we’re here to do, is it?”
Chris sighed and shook his head, looking for the right words to say.
Chris Night: “Look, Nathan, I get it. But you know the history. Julian and I—we’re not exactly built to coexist.”
Nathan cuts Chris off with a firm tone.
Nathan Callaghan: “Coexistence isn’t what I’m asking for. I’m telling you to get over it. Whatever history you and Julian have, leave it there. We came here with a purpose, Chris—to build something bigger than either of us. And this thing between you two? It’s holding you back from that.”
Chris looks away, clearly frustrated, but he knows Nathan’s right. He clenches his fists, taking a steadying breath.
Chris Night: “Alright, Nathan. I get what you’re saying. This thing with Julian, it’s… it’s been a long time coming, but you’re right. It can’t be my focus. I’ll let it go—for now.”
Nathan nods as his expression softening slightly.
Nathan Callaghan: “Good. We’ve got too much riding on this to let old grudges derail everything we’re trying to build. Focus on the mission, Chris. The rest will fall into place.”
Chris finally meets Nathan’s gaze, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but ultimately, he nods, accepting the advice.
Chris Night: “Alright. I’m in. No more distractions.”
Nathan claps him on the shoulder, offering a rare, approving smile.
Nathan Callaghan: “That’s what I want to hear. Now, let’s get back to doing what we came here to do.”
With a final nod, Chris turns to leave, a renewed determination in his stride. The camera fades as Nathan watches him go, satisfied but watchful, ready to see if Chris can truly keep his word.
Chris finally meets Nathan’s gaze, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but ultimately, he nods, accepting the advice.
Chris Night: “Alright. I’m in. No more distractions.”
Nathan claps him on the shoulder, offering a rare, approving smile.
Nathan Callaghan: “That’s what I want to hear. Now, let’s get back to doing what we came here to do.”
With a final nod, Chris turns to leave, a renewed determination in his stride. The camera fades as Nathan watches him go, satisfied but watchful, ready to see if Chris can truly keep his word.