Post by Stephen Grant/ Daron Smythe on Aug 27, 2024 19:18:17 GMT -6
[The camera fades in to a wide shot of the packed Fifth Third Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio, as thousands of screaming fans are on their feet, waving signs and cheering for the start of the show. "All Summer Long" by Kid Rock blasts through the PA system, setting the tone for another thrilling episode of Monday Night Mayhem. The camera zooms in on the ring, showcasing the electrifying atmosphere before cutting to the commentary desk where Josh Grant and Tom Steiner are seated, ready to kick off the night.]
Josh Grant: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting edition of Monday Night Mayhem! We are LIVE from the Fifth Third Arena here in Cincinnati, Ohio, and what a night we have in store for you!"
Tom Steiner: "That’s right, Josh! The action tonight is going to be off the charts. The Diamonds Division will be front and center, and we’ve got a HUGE main event lined up that you won’t want to miss!"
[The camera cuts to a sweeping shot of the audience before transitioning to a match graphic featuring the Diamonds Division competitors April Dimter and Lilith Leviathan.]
Josh Grant: "Kicking off tonight, we’ll see April Dimter take on Lilith Leviathan in a highly anticipated Diamonds Division match. Both of these competitors are hungry for a win, especially after the fallout from Red, White, and Bruised. Lilith will be looking to bounce back after losing the Diamonds Division Championship, and April Dimter has been making waves across the roster. It’s going to be intense!"
Tom Steiner: "You can’t forget about Alessia Capello and Synn, either! Two more Diamonds Division powerhouses will be clashing later tonight, and you know whoever comes out on top in these matches is going to be eyeing the top of the division real soon!"
[Another graphic flashes on the screen, this time highlighting the night’s main event—a Horror Core Championship #1 Contender’s Match between Je$TyR $eRyOu$ and "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter.]
Josh Grant: "And then there’s our main event—a Horror Core Championship #1 Contender's Match between Je$TyR $eRyOu$ and ‘The Bad Ass’ Mike Dimter! These two have been tearing it up in the ring, and tonight they’re going to leave it all out there for a shot at Ace Sky’s Horror Core title!"
Tom Steiner: "Both of these guys have something to prove, Josh. Je$TyR $eRyOu$ has been on a roll lately, but Mike Dimter is always a force to be reckoned with. It’s going to be a brutal, hard-hitting match, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we see some absolute carnage in that ring tonight!"
[The camera pans around the arena once more, showing excited fans decked out in ECWF gear, before cutting back to the commentary desk.]
Josh Grant: "Folks, strap in for an incredible night of action. From the Diamonds Division to the Horror Core Championship, Monday Night Mayhem is bringing you the best wrestling on the planet!"
Tom Steiner: "Let’s not waste any more time—let’s get this show started!"
[The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as the opening match graphic appears on the screen. The lights dim, and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation for the arrival of the first competitor of the night.]
Diamonds Division Match: April Dimter vs. Lillith Leviathan
[As Monday Night Mayhem returns from a commercial break, the lights dim in the Fifth Third Arena. The anticipation builds as the ring announcer, Sam Sparx, stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.]
Sam Sparx: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Diamonds Division match!"
[“Faint” by Linkin Park blares through the PA system, and the crowd erupts as April Dimter makes her entrance. Wearing her signature black and red ring gear, she confidently strides down the ramp with a focused expression.]
Sam Sparx: "Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 120 pounds, APRIL DIMTER!"
[April enters the ring, hopping onto the turnbuckle and raising her arms to the cheers of the crowd. She nods to herself, psyching herself up as her theme fades out. The lights shift to a deep crimson hue as "Call Me Cruella (From 'Cruella'/Instrumental Version)" by Nicholas Britell and Florence + The Machine hits the speakers.]
[The ominous music signals the arrival of "The Devil's Vixen" Lilith Leviathan, who steps out from the curtain. Lilith is a menacing figure, her dark hair flowing freely as she methodically walks to the ring, staring daggers at her opponent.]
Sam Sparx: "And her opponent, from Hell's Prison, weighing in at 140 pounds, 'THE DEVIL'S VIXEN' LILITH LEVIATHAN!"
[Lilith climbs into the ring, glaring at April as she sneers with disdain. The two women meet in the center of the ring, referee Mark Jenkins standing between them as he prepares to start the match. The tension is palpable as the bell rings.]
DING! DING! DING!
[Both women lock up in the center of the ring, with Lilith’s strength allowing her to overpower April initially. She shoves April back into the corner and unloads with stiff forearm strikes to the head and chest, knocking her opponent down. Lilith pulls April out of the corner by her hair, throwing her to the canvas.]
Josh Grant: "Lilith coming out strong here! You can tell she’s still angry after losing the Diamonds Division Championship at Red, White, and Bruised!"
Tom Steiner: "Absolutely, Josh. She’s taking out all that frustration on April right now!"
[Lilith stalks April, stomping on her midsection with venomous kicks. She drags April to her feet and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Lilith attempts a big boot, but April ducks under it and runs the ropes again, coming back with a flying forearm that staggers Lilith. April follows up with a dropkick, sending Lilith stumbling into the corner.]
Josh Grant: "April Dimter showing her speed and agility, taking Lilith off her feet!"
[April rushes into the corner, delivering a running clothesline that stuns Lilith. She quickly scales the turnbuckle and leaps off, hitting Lilith with a diving crossbody for a pin attempt.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two..."
[Lilith powers out at two, shoving April off her. Lilith sits up, glaring at April, who quickly rises to her feet. April moves in for a quick kick to the ribs, but Lilith catches her leg, spinning her around before lifting her for a spine-shaking sidewalk slam!]
Tom Steiner: "Lilith with that crushing power, and April is in trouble again!"
[Lilith pulls April to her feet, hooking her for a suplex. She lifts April high into the air, holding her there in a show of strength before slamming her down with authority. Lilith covers.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two..."
[April kicks out at two, refusing to stay down. Lilith sneers and pulls April up by her hair, dragging her to the corner. Lilith climbs to the second rope, looking for a high-impact move, but April fights back, hitting Lilith with hard punches to the midsection. Lilith wobbles on the ropes, and April seizes the opportunity, climbing up to the second rope and delivering a massive superplex! Both women crash down to the mat.]
Josh Grant: "What a superplex by April Dimter! She might just turn this match around!"
[The crowd is on their feet as both women lie on the canvas, recovering from the impact. Referee Mark Jenkins begins his count, but April stirs first, crawling toward Lilith and draping an arm over her for the cover.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two..."
[Lilith kicks out just in time! April rolls off, determined to keep the momentum in her favor. She slowly gets to her feet, waiting for Lilith to rise. As Lilith stands, April charges at her with a running knee strike, catching Lilith in the jaw and sending her reeling. Sensing victory, April grabs Lilith by the head, setting her up for her finishing move, the "Going Down" Cradle DDT.]
Tom Steiner: "This could be it! April's going for the Going Down!"
[April hooks Lilith’s head, locking her in position for the Cradle DDT. In one swift motion, she flips her hair back, drives Lilith down to the mat with authority, and spikes her with the "Going Down"! Lilith lies motionless as April quickly covers.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two... THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
[The crowd explodes in cheers as April Dimter’s music hits, and she rises to her feet, victorious.]
Sam Sparx: "Here is your winner, APRIL DIMTER!"
[April stands tall, her arm raised in victory by Mark Jenkins, as Lilith Leviathan rolls to the outside of the ring, still feeling the effects of the Cradle DDT. April celebrates in the center of the ring, soaking in the cheers of the crowd.]
Josh Grant: "April Dimter with a HUGE win tonight over Lilith Leviathan! What a match!"
Tom Steiner: "Lilith brought the fight, but April Dimter was ready, and she hit that Going Down DDT perfectly to secure the win!"
[As Lilith retreats up the ramp, April continues to celebrate in the ring, confident and determined to make her mark in the Diamonds Division.]
Winner: April Dimter
Diamonds Division Match:
Alessia Capello vs. Synn
[As Monday Night Mayhem rolls on, the arena lights begin to flash in shades of blue and white, signaling the entrance of one of the most dominant forces in the ECWF Diamonds Division. The guitar riffs of "The Light That Blinds" by Shadows Fall rip through the PA system, bringing the crowd to life. Alessia Capello steps onto the stage with her signature stoic expression, her towering figure imposing as ever.]
Sam Sparx: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Lakonia, Greece, weighing in at 205 pounds, ALESSIA CAPELLO!"
[Alessia marches down to the ring with confidence, her eyes locked on the squared circle. She is a picture of power and focus as she ascends the steel steps and steps over the top rope with ease. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Alessia cracks her neck, waiting for her opponent.]
Josh Grant: "Alessia Capello is a powerhouse in this division. At 205 pounds, she dwarfs many of her opponents. Her sheer strength has made her a dominant figure here in ECWF."
Tom Steiner: "No doubt about it, Josh. But her opponent tonight is someone who has been on the rise, and she’s not one to back down from a challenge."
[The arena goes dark, and eerie red lighting floods the stage as "Yen" by Slipknot begins to play. The atmosphere shifts to one of pure intensity as Synn slowly walks out, her face etched with determination. She soaks in the moment, staring directly at the ring with a cold, piercing gaze. The Alaskan native is unfazed by the intimidating presence of Alessia waiting for her inside the ring.]
Sam Sparx: "And her opponent, from Anchorage, Alaska, weighing in at 145 pounds, SYNN!"
[Synn methodically walks to the ring, never breaking her focus on Alessia. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet, ready for the battle ahead. The referee, Susan Spinelli, checks both competitors before calling for the bell.]
DING! DING! DING!
[The two women meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Alessia’s height and weight advantage are clear, but Synn doesn’t back down. The two lock up, and Alessia’s power is evident as she quickly shoves Synn to the mat. Synn rolls to her feet, unfazed, and circles around Alessia, looking for an opening.]
Josh Grant: "Synn giving up a lot of size here, but she’s got agility and technical prowess on her side."
[They lock up again, and this time, Synn ducks under Alessia’s arms, slipping behind her and kicking at the back of her legs, trying to chop the giant down. Alessia turns around, swinging a wild lariat, but Synn ducks under it and hits Alessia with a series of quick strikes to the midsection, forcing Alessia to back up into the corner.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn is smart to stick and move! She knows she can’t match power with Alessia, so she’s using her speed and strikes to wear her down."
[Synn continues her assault in the corner with a flurry of knife-edge chops, each one echoing through the arena. Alessia winces but grabs Synn by the throat and shoves her backward with a massive push, sending Synn crashing to the mat. Alessia follows up by stomping on Synn’s chest with authority before pulling her to her feet and launching her into the corner with a powerful Irish whip.]
Josh Grant: "Alessia Capello asserting her dominance now! The power on display is unreal!"
[Alessia charges into the corner, looking for a body splash, but Synn slips out of the way just in time! Alessia crashes into the turnbuckles, and Synn capitalizes with a dropkick to the back of Alessia’s knee, bringing her down to one leg. Synn quickly follows up with a basement dropkick to the side of Alessia’s head, knocking her down to the mat.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn has found a way to bring the big woman down! She’s got to keep the pressure on!"
[Synn wastes no time, climbing to the second rope and leaping off with a missile dropkick aimed at Alessia’s chest. The impact connects, and Synn goes for the quick cover.]
Susan Spinelli: "One... Two..."
[Alessia powers out with authority, sending Synn flying off of her. Synn quickly gets to her feet, but Alessia is right there, grabbing Synn by the throat and lifting her high into the air before slamming her down with a vicious chokeslam. The crowd gasps at the sheer force of the move as Alessia stands over Synn, breathing heavily.]
Josh Grant: "What a chokeslam by Alessia Capello! She might have just ended this match right here!"
[Alessia hooks the leg for the pin, her face full of confidence.]
Susan Spinelli: "One... Two..."
[Synn kicks out at two! Alessia looks annoyed, but she keeps her composure. She pulls Synn to her feet and lifts her for a vertical suplex, holding her in the air to show off her power. But just as she’s about to drop Synn, Synn shifts her weight, slipping out of Alessia’s grasp and landing behind her. Synn grabs Alessia’s arm, twisting it into a hammerlock before transitioning into a series of quick kicks to Alessia’s side.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn showing her resilience! She’s staying in this fight!"
[Synn grabs Alessia’s head and tries to set her up for a DDT, but Alessia powers out, pushing Synn into the ropes. Synn bounces off the ropes and runs right into a massive big boot from Alessia, flattening her.]
Josh Grant: "That boot nearly took Synn’s head off! Alessia’s power is unreal!"
[Alessia stands over Synn, a confident smirk forming on her face as she pulls her opponent up by the hair. She sets Synn up for her devastating "Titan’s Wrath" sit-out powerbomb, lifting her high into the air. But Synn fights back, delivering rapid-fire punches to Alessia’s head while perched on her shoulders. Synn manages to slip out of Alessia’s grasp and land behind her once again.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn refuses to stay down! She’s still got fight left in her!"
[Synn grabs Alessia from behind, locking her arms in a butterfly hold. With a burst of strength, Synn lifts Alessia off her feet and drops her down with the "Beautiful Disaster" sit-out butterfly cradle drop! Alessia crashes to the mat, and Synn holds on for the pin.]
Susan Spinelli: "One... Two... THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
[The crowd explodes as Synn releases the hold and rolls off of Alessia, breathing heavily as her music, "Yen" by Slipknot, plays throughout the arena. She rises to her feet, a smile of satisfaction on her face as she gets her hand raised in victory by referee Susan Spinelli.]
Sam Sparx: "Here is your winner, SYNN!"
[Synn stands tall in the ring, celebrating her hard-fought victory as Alessia rolls out of the ring, holding her head in frustration. The crowd cheers for Synn’s resilience and determination as she climbs the turnbuckle, raising her arms in victory.]
Josh Grant: "What an impressive win for Synn tonight! She took everything Alessia had and still managed to pull off the victory!"
Tom Steiner: "You’ve got to give credit to Synn. She came in with a game plan, stuck to it, and took down the powerhouse Alessia Capello. What a match!"
[The camera cuts to Synn standing tall in the ring, soaking in the crowd's adulation, as the show heads into its next segment.]
Winner: Synn
Main Event: Horror Core Championship #1 Contender's Match - Je$TyR $eRyOu$ vs. "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter
[The atmosphere in the Fifth Third Arena is electric as the lights dim for the highly anticipated main event of Monday Night Mayhem. The crowd roars in excitement as the announcement for the number one contender's match for the ECWF Horror Core Championship is made. This match, fought under Horror-Core rules, promises nothing short of total chaos.]
Sam Sparx: "The following contest is a Horror-Core Rules match, scheduled for one fall, and is to determine the number one contender for the ECWF Horror Core Championship!"
[The crowd explodes with cheers as "Prince Charming" by Metallica begins to play. The lights flicker in time with the music, casting eerie shadows throughout the arena. Je$TyR $eRyOu$ steps onto the stage with a twisted grin on his face, his eyes scanning the sea of fans. Dressed in his signature black and gold gear, he exudes a dangerous confidence.]
Sam Sparx: "Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 245 pounds... JE$TYR $ERYOU$!"
[Je$TyR $eRyOu$ makes his way to the ring with a swagger, mocking some of the fans at ringside as he goes. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, soaking in the chorus of boos and cheers alike. His sadistic grin never leaves his face as he stares toward the stage, waiting for his opponent.]
Josh Grant: "Je$TyR $eRyOu$ is one of the most unpredictable and dangerous competitors in ECWF, especially in a match with no rules. He thrives in this environment, and I wouldn’t want to be his opponent tonight."
Tom Steiner: "He’s proven time and time again that when it comes to Horror-Core matches, there are no depths too dark for him. But his opponent is no slouch either."
[Suddenly, "Gasoline" by Meek Mill hits the PA, and the crowd's cheers grow even louder. "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter steps out onto the stage, his fists clenched, eyes focused on the ring. Dimter, dressed in his black leather vest and gear, stares down Je$TyR $eRyOu$ with an intensity that could burn a hole through steel.]
Sam Sparx: "And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds... 'THE BAD ASS' MIKE DIMTER!"
[Dimter makes his way to the ring with purpose, slapping hands with a few fans before rolling into the ring. He stands tall, staring down Je$TyR $eRyOu$, and the tension is palpable as the two men come face to face in the center of the ring. Referee Nick Pack goes over the rules, or lack thereof, before signaling for the bell.]
DING! DING! DING!
[The moment the bell rings, the action explodes. Je$TyR $eRyOu$ immediately charges at Dimter, looking for a cheap shot with a running knee, but Dimter sidesteps and counters with a stiff clothesline, sending Je$TyR crashing to the mat. Dimter doesn’t waste any time, quickly rolling out of the ring and pulling a steel chair from underneath it.]
Josh Grant: "Mike Dimter going straight for the hardware! He’s not playing around tonight!"
[Dimter slides back into the ring with the chair, but Je$TyR $eRyOu$ meets him with a vicious kick to the midsection, forcing Dimter to drop the chair. Je$TyR picks up the chair and slams it across Dimter’s back with a sickening thud. The crowd winces as Je$TyR drives the chair into Dimter’s spine again, then throws it down onto the mat with a smirk.]
Tom Steiner: "Je$TyR $eRyOu$ wasting no time taking advantage here. He’s turning this into a brutal brawl, just like we expected."
[Je$TyR drags Dimter to his feet and whips him into the corner, following up with a running dropkick that sandwiches Dimter between the turnbuckles. Dimter slumps down into a seated position, and Je$TyR steps out of the ring once more, this time retrieving a kendo stick from beneath the ring. He slides back in and lines up his shot, cracking the stick across Dimter’s chest with brutal force. The crowd groans in sympathy with each strike as Je$TyR lays into him, each shot harder than the last.]
Josh Grant: "Je$TyR is punishing Dimter with that kendo stick! This is what the Horror-Core division is all about, absolute carnage!"
[Dimter tries to crawl away, but Je$TyR grabs him by the head and pulls him up. He sets Dimter up for a suplex onto the steel chair, but Dimter blocks it, using his strength to reverse the move! Dimter lifts Je$TyR into the air and suplexes him directly onto the chair, the steel buckling beneath Je$TyR’s weight. Je$TyR writhes in pain as Dimter takes a moment to catch his breath.]
Tom Steiner: "What a reversal by Dimter! He just turned the tables with that suplex onto the chair!"
[Dimter, feeding off the energy of the crowd, pulls Je$TyR up by his hair and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. Dimter follows, grabbing a trash can from ringside and hurling it at Je$TyR’s head. Je$TyR stumbles back, but Dimter isn’t done. He lifts Je$TyR and slams him back-first onto the steel ring steps, causing Je$TyR to scream in agony. Dimter grabs a nearby table and sets it up, the crowd roaring in anticipation as he prepares to put Je$TyR through it.]
Josh Grant: "Dimter has a table! Things are about to get even more chaotic out here!"
[Dimter sets Je$TyR up on the table, then climbs to the apron, looking to drive Je$TyR through the wood with an elbow drop. But Je$TyR somehow rolls off the table just in time, and Dimter crashes through the table alone! The crowd erupts in shock as Dimter lays in the wreckage, clutching his ribs in pain.]
Tom Steiner: "Dimter went for the big move, but Je$TyR got out of the way! This is Je$TyR's chance!"
[Je$TyR, seizing the moment, stumbles to his feet and pulls Dimter out of the broken table debris. He drags Dimter back into the ring and quickly follows up with a low blow, dropping Dimter to his knees. Je$TyR smirks as he grabs the steel chair from earlier and positions it in the center of the ring. He stalks Dimter, waiting for him to get to his hands and knees.]
Josh Grant: "Je$TyR $eRyOu$ is setting Dimter up for something devastating!"
[As Dimter slowly pushes himself up, Je$TyR grabs him by the head and drives his face down into the steel chair with a brutal curb stomp—his finishing move, The Last Supper. The impact is sickening, and the crowd gasps as Dimter’s head bounces off the chair. Je$TyR covers Dimter, hooking both legs as referee Nick Pack slides into position.]
Nick Pack: "One... Two... THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
[The bell rings, and Je$TyR $eRyOu$ stands tall, victorious, as "Prince Charming" by Metallica blares through the PA system. He smirks as the referee raises his hand, a twisted look of satisfaction on his face.]
Sam Sparx: "Here is your winner, and the new number one contender for the ECWF Horror Core Championship... JE$TYR $ERYOU$!"
[Je$TyR stands over the fallen Mike Dimter, raising his arms in victory as the crowd boos and cheers in equal measure. He takes a moment to gloat before sliding out of the ring and walking up the ramp, never once looking back at the destruction he left behind. Mike Dimter remains motionless in the ring, a testament to the brutality of the match.]
Josh Grant: "What a war we just witnessed! Je$TyR $eRyOu$ proved tonight that he is willing to go to any lengths to become the next Horror Core Champion!"
Tom Steiner: "Mike Dimter fought with everything he had, but in the end, Je$TyR’s ruthlessness was too much. Now he’s got his sights set on that Horror Core title!"
[As Je$TyR $eRyOu$ stands atop the ramp, his sinister grin plastered across his face, the camera cuts to a shot of Mike Dimter slowly being tended to by officials. Je$TyR is laughing maniacally, knowing that his reign of terror in the Horror Core division has only just begun.]
Winner and new number one contender to the Horror-Core Championship: Je$TyR $eRyOu$
The Purge by In This Moment plays over the pa of the Fifth Third Arena in Cincinnati Ohio as the lights dim down to turn a dark blue with neon green spotlights flashing around the stage. Then out steps Cliff o Clink in his leather jacket turning the collar up with his ring shorts on and boots laced up ready to stomp all over the ring. He looks around at the crowd on their feet scouting the faces and signs before marching down with a swagger. Cliff hops to the ring apron and whips around against the ropes hanging his arms behind the top rope and hooking through over the middle rope to hang out there in a cocky stance inciting the crowd. Cliff swings around to step through the top and middle ropes walking to the corner to his right and raising his arms up in an X, then does a crotch chop and hops down spinning around ready for action. But before we get to that he steps back to call for a mic from the announcer and takes it to step into the middle of the ring. And look up towards the back.
CoC: Daron Smythe, I don't care what happened last night, I am here for that one on one, so if we do it tonight, or next week on Mayhem, or you can come to Revolution on Friday and we will do it there, I am ready to meet you face to face. Like I said, tonight I am here ready to compete and I feel like you are here since you are the GM, which is also why I came to Mayhem, because you can make that match official, tonight!
The crowd cheering for that match to happen tonight because who doesn't want more action from two men willing to give them everything!?!
CoC: Or make it for next week so we can have a week to prepare and give these people a main event worthy of Wrestlefest or any other mega event?!
The crowd still cheering for the sound of that.
CoC: Or we wait until the next mega event? Or you come to Revolution? Or maybe come on out here right now and lets hear what you have to say about this cause maybe after last night you don't want a one on one with me anymore?!
Cliff lowering the mic and waiting as the crowd settling down now to see what happens.
[The camera pans to the backstage interview area where ECWF Midwest Champion, #1 Daron Smythe, stands with his signature smug grin. Dressed in a sleek, custom suit with the ECWF Midwest Championship slung over his shoulder, Smythe is accompanied by interviewer Tiffany Styles, microphone in hand. The tension in the air is palpable as Styles begins to speak.]
Brooke Ross: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the ECWF Midwest Champion, #1 Daron Smythe. Daron, just now, we heard from Cliff O Clink, who issued an open challenge to anyone brave enough to step up and face him. Now, I understand you have something to say in response."
[Smythe adjusts the championship on his shoulder, his grin widening as he leans closer to the microphone.]
#1 Daron Smythe: "Brave enough, Brooke? Nah, nah, nah. You see, it’s not about being brave. It’s about being the best. And last time I checked, I’m wearing this gold because I AM the best. Cliff O Clink? A guy who doesn't even belong to this brand? He has the nerve to issue an open challenge in MY ring?!"
[Smythe chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he steps closer to the camera.]
#1 Daron Smythe: "Clink, you talk a big game, but all I see is an old dog who’s barking up the wrong tree. You want to challenge the top dog around here? You’re looking at him."
[Smythe pats the championship belt on his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.]
#1 Daron Smythe: "So here’s how this is gonna go. You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight. But make no mistake, Clink, this isn’t going to be some nostalgic trip down memory lane for you. This is the NEW era of ECWF, and I’m the face of that era. So you better lace up those old boots real tight, because I’m about to knock your ass right back into obscurity."
[With that, Smythe shoves the microphone back into Tiffany’s hands and storms off-camera. The crowd in the arena begins to buzz as the camera cuts back to the ring, where Cliff O Clink is pacing like a caged animal. He’s already dressed to fight, his fists clenched and ready for war. The arena erupts in anticipation as “#1” by Nelly hits the PA system, and Daron Smythe steps out onto the stage, his face etched with determination. Smythe wastes no time heading down the ramp, his eyes locked on Clink in the ring.]
Josh Grant: "Looks like Daron Smythe is accepting Cliff O Clink’s challenge! This is about to get ugly, folks!"
Tom Steiner: "Smythe doesn’t back down from anyone, and Clink is ready to throw down! We’re about to witness a fight!"
[Smythe tosses his championship aside and sprints down to the ring. Clink, not waiting for Smythe to even enter the ring, slides under the bottom rope and charges at him! The two men collide on the outside, and immediately, fists start flying. Clink and Smythe brawl up against the barricade, the crowd on their feet as they exchange vicious punches.]
Josh Grant: "It’s an all-out brawl! Smythe and Clink aren’t waiting for any official match; they’re going to tear each other apart right here and now!"
[Smythe grabs Clink by the head and drives him into the steel ring post, but Clink fights back, delivering a stiff elbow to Smythe’s jaw that sends him stumbling back. Clink follows up with a hard kick to Smythe’s midsection, and the two continue trading blows, neither man willing to give an inch. The crowd is going wild as the fight spills into the timekeeper’s area, knocking over chairs and scattering officials.]
Tom Steiner: "These two are like rabid dogs, tearing into each other! We need some control out here!"
[Suddenly, a swarm of referees and backstage personnel rushes down to the ring, trying desperately to separate the two. Smythe breaks free from the hold of two officials and lunges at Clink again, tackling him into the barricade. The brawl intensifies as more wrestlers pour out from the back, trying to break things up, but Smythe and Clink keep breaking free, lunging at each other with reckless abandon.]
Josh Grant: "This is absolute chaos! They can’t keep these two apart!"
[Clink manages to get to his feet and shoves a referee aside before grabbing Smythe by the head and tossing him over the announce table. Smythe scrambles to his feet and charges back at Clink, tackling him to the floor once again. The wrestlers and officials continue to try and pull them apart, but the sheer animosity between the two men makes it nearly impossible to contain the fight.]
Tom Steiner: "We need more security out here! Smythe and Clink are going to destroy everything!"
[With one final effort, a group of wrestlers, including mid-carders and rookies, finally manages to separate Smythe and Clink. Both men are dragged to opposite sides of the ring, but they continue to shout insults and threats at each other. Smythe’s suit is torn, his hair disheveled, while Clink’s face is red with anger as he tries to break free one last time. The crowd is on their feet, chanting "Let them fight!" as the tension remains thick in the air.]
Josh Grant: "What an explosive confrontation! Smythe and Clink may have been separated for now, but this is far from over!"
Tom Steiner: "There’s no doubt about that, Josh. These two men are on a collision course, and when they finally meet in the ring, it’s going to be an all-out war!"
[The camera zooms in on a seething Daron Smythe as he shouts at Clink from across the sea of wrestlers holding him back. Clink smirks, wiping the sweat from his face as he mouths something back to Smythe. The screen fades to black as Monday Night Mayhem goes off the air, leaving the audience in anticipation of what’s to come between these two bitter rivals.]
Josh Grant: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting edition of Monday Night Mayhem! We are LIVE from the Fifth Third Arena here in Cincinnati, Ohio, and what a night we have in store for you!"
Tom Steiner: "That’s right, Josh! The action tonight is going to be off the charts. The Diamonds Division will be front and center, and we’ve got a HUGE main event lined up that you won’t want to miss!"
[The camera cuts to a sweeping shot of the audience before transitioning to a match graphic featuring the Diamonds Division competitors April Dimter and Lilith Leviathan.]
Josh Grant: "Kicking off tonight, we’ll see April Dimter take on Lilith Leviathan in a highly anticipated Diamonds Division match. Both of these competitors are hungry for a win, especially after the fallout from Red, White, and Bruised. Lilith will be looking to bounce back after losing the Diamonds Division Championship, and April Dimter has been making waves across the roster. It’s going to be intense!"
Tom Steiner: "You can’t forget about Alessia Capello and Synn, either! Two more Diamonds Division powerhouses will be clashing later tonight, and you know whoever comes out on top in these matches is going to be eyeing the top of the division real soon!"
[Another graphic flashes on the screen, this time highlighting the night’s main event—a Horror Core Championship #1 Contender’s Match between Je$TyR $eRyOu$ and "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter.]
Josh Grant: "And then there’s our main event—a Horror Core Championship #1 Contender's Match between Je$TyR $eRyOu$ and ‘The Bad Ass’ Mike Dimter! These two have been tearing it up in the ring, and tonight they’re going to leave it all out there for a shot at Ace Sky’s Horror Core title!"
Tom Steiner: "Both of these guys have something to prove, Josh. Je$TyR $eRyOu$ has been on a roll lately, but Mike Dimter is always a force to be reckoned with. It’s going to be a brutal, hard-hitting match, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we see some absolute carnage in that ring tonight!"
[The camera pans around the arena once more, showing excited fans decked out in ECWF gear, before cutting back to the commentary desk.]
Josh Grant: "Folks, strap in for an incredible night of action. From the Diamonds Division to the Horror Core Championship, Monday Night Mayhem is bringing you the best wrestling on the planet!"
Tom Steiner: "Let’s not waste any more time—let’s get this show started!"
[The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as the opening match graphic appears on the screen. The lights dim, and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation for the arrival of the first competitor of the night.]
Diamonds Division Match: April Dimter vs. Lillith Leviathan
[As Monday Night Mayhem returns from a commercial break, the lights dim in the Fifth Third Arena. The anticipation builds as the ring announcer, Sam Sparx, stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.]
Sam Sparx: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Diamonds Division match!"
[“Faint” by Linkin Park blares through the PA system, and the crowd erupts as April Dimter makes her entrance. Wearing her signature black and red ring gear, she confidently strides down the ramp with a focused expression.]
Sam Sparx: "Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 120 pounds, APRIL DIMTER!"
[April enters the ring, hopping onto the turnbuckle and raising her arms to the cheers of the crowd. She nods to herself, psyching herself up as her theme fades out. The lights shift to a deep crimson hue as "Call Me Cruella (From 'Cruella'/Instrumental Version)" by Nicholas Britell and Florence + The Machine hits the speakers.]
[The ominous music signals the arrival of "The Devil's Vixen" Lilith Leviathan, who steps out from the curtain. Lilith is a menacing figure, her dark hair flowing freely as she methodically walks to the ring, staring daggers at her opponent.]
Sam Sparx: "And her opponent, from Hell's Prison, weighing in at 140 pounds, 'THE DEVIL'S VIXEN' LILITH LEVIATHAN!"
[Lilith climbs into the ring, glaring at April as she sneers with disdain. The two women meet in the center of the ring, referee Mark Jenkins standing between them as he prepares to start the match. The tension is palpable as the bell rings.]
DING! DING! DING!
[Both women lock up in the center of the ring, with Lilith’s strength allowing her to overpower April initially. She shoves April back into the corner and unloads with stiff forearm strikes to the head and chest, knocking her opponent down. Lilith pulls April out of the corner by her hair, throwing her to the canvas.]
Josh Grant: "Lilith coming out strong here! You can tell she’s still angry after losing the Diamonds Division Championship at Red, White, and Bruised!"
Tom Steiner: "Absolutely, Josh. She’s taking out all that frustration on April right now!"
[Lilith stalks April, stomping on her midsection with venomous kicks. She drags April to her feet and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Lilith attempts a big boot, but April ducks under it and runs the ropes again, coming back with a flying forearm that staggers Lilith. April follows up with a dropkick, sending Lilith stumbling into the corner.]
Josh Grant: "April Dimter showing her speed and agility, taking Lilith off her feet!"
[April rushes into the corner, delivering a running clothesline that stuns Lilith. She quickly scales the turnbuckle and leaps off, hitting Lilith with a diving crossbody for a pin attempt.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two..."
[Lilith powers out at two, shoving April off her. Lilith sits up, glaring at April, who quickly rises to her feet. April moves in for a quick kick to the ribs, but Lilith catches her leg, spinning her around before lifting her for a spine-shaking sidewalk slam!]
Tom Steiner: "Lilith with that crushing power, and April is in trouble again!"
[Lilith pulls April to her feet, hooking her for a suplex. She lifts April high into the air, holding her there in a show of strength before slamming her down with authority. Lilith covers.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two..."
[April kicks out at two, refusing to stay down. Lilith sneers and pulls April up by her hair, dragging her to the corner. Lilith climbs to the second rope, looking for a high-impact move, but April fights back, hitting Lilith with hard punches to the midsection. Lilith wobbles on the ropes, and April seizes the opportunity, climbing up to the second rope and delivering a massive superplex! Both women crash down to the mat.]
Josh Grant: "What a superplex by April Dimter! She might just turn this match around!"
[The crowd is on their feet as both women lie on the canvas, recovering from the impact. Referee Mark Jenkins begins his count, but April stirs first, crawling toward Lilith and draping an arm over her for the cover.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two..."
[Lilith kicks out just in time! April rolls off, determined to keep the momentum in her favor. She slowly gets to her feet, waiting for Lilith to rise. As Lilith stands, April charges at her with a running knee strike, catching Lilith in the jaw and sending her reeling. Sensing victory, April grabs Lilith by the head, setting her up for her finishing move, the "Going Down" Cradle DDT.]
Tom Steiner: "This could be it! April's going for the Going Down!"
[April hooks Lilith’s head, locking her in position for the Cradle DDT. In one swift motion, she flips her hair back, drives Lilith down to the mat with authority, and spikes her with the "Going Down"! Lilith lies motionless as April quickly covers.]
Mark Jenkins: "One... Two... THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
[The crowd explodes in cheers as April Dimter’s music hits, and she rises to her feet, victorious.]
Sam Sparx: "Here is your winner, APRIL DIMTER!"
[April stands tall, her arm raised in victory by Mark Jenkins, as Lilith Leviathan rolls to the outside of the ring, still feeling the effects of the Cradle DDT. April celebrates in the center of the ring, soaking in the cheers of the crowd.]
Josh Grant: "April Dimter with a HUGE win tonight over Lilith Leviathan! What a match!"
Tom Steiner: "Lilith brought the fight, but April Dimter was ready, and she hit that Going Down DDT perfectly to secure the win!"
[As Lilith retreats up the ramp, April continues to celebrate in the ring, confident and determined to make her mark in the Diamonds Division.]
Winner: April Dimter
Diamonds Division Match:
Alessia Capello vs. Synn
[As Monday Night Mayhem rolls on, the arena lights begin to flash in shades of blue and white, signaling the entrance of one of the most dominant forces in the ECWF Diamonds Division. The guitar riffs of "The Light That Blinds" by Shadows Fall rip through the PA system, bringing the crowd to life. Alessia Capello steps onto the stage with her signature stoic expression, her towering figure imposing as ever.]
Sam Sparx: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Lakonia, Greece, weighing in at 205 pounds, ALESSIA CAPELLO!"
[Alessia marches down to the ring with confidence, her eyes locked on the squared circle. She is a picture of power and focus as she ascends the steel steps and steps over the top rope with ease. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Alessia cracks her neck, waiting for her opponent.]
Josh Grant: "Alessia Capello is a powerhouse in this division. At 205 pounds, she dwarfs many of her opponents. Her sheer strength has made her a dominant figure here in ECWF."
Tom Steiner: "No doubt about it, Josh. But her opponent tonight is someone who has been on the rise, and she’s not one to back down from a challenge."
[The arena goes dark, and eerie red lighting floods the stage as "Yen" by Slipknot begins to play. The atmosphere shifts to one of pure intensity as Synn slowly walks out, her face etched with determination. She soaks in the moment, staring directly at the ring with a cold, piercing gaze. The Alaskan native is unfazed by the intimidating presence of Alessia waiting for her inside the ring.]
Sam Sparx: "And her opponent, from Anchorage, Alaska, weighing in at 145 pounds, SYNN!"
[Synn methodically walks to the ring, never breaking her focus on Alessia. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet, ready for the battle ahead. The referee, Susan Spinelli, checks both competitors before calling for the bell.]
DING! DING! DING!
[The two women meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Alessia’s height and weight advantage are clear, but Synn doesn’t back down. The two lock up, and Alessia’s power is evident as she quickly shoves Synn to the mat. Synn rolls to her feet, unfazed, and circles around Alessia, looking for an opening.]
Josh Grant: "Synn giving up a lot of size here, but she’s got agility and technical prowess on her side."
[They lock up again, and this time, Synn ducks under Alessia’s arms, slipping behind her and kicking at the back of her legs, trying to chop the giant down. Alessia turns around, swinging a wild lariat, but Synn ducks under it and hits Alessia with a series of quick strikes to the midsection, forcing Alessia to back up into the corner.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn is smart to stick and move! She knows she can’t match power with Alessia, so she’s using her speed and strikes to wear her down."
[Synn continues her assault in the corner with a flurry of knife-edge chops, each one echoing through the arena. Alessia winces but grabs Synn by the throat and shoves her backward with a massive push, sending Synn crashing to the mat. Alessia follows up by stomping on Synn’s chest with authority before pulling her to her feet and launching her into the corner with a powerful Irish whip.]
Josh Grant: "Alessia Capello asserting her dominance now! The power on display is unreal!"
[Alessia charges into the corner, looking for a body splash, but Synn slips out of the way just in time! Alessia crashes into the turnbuckles, and Synn capitalizes with a dropkick to the back of Alessia’s knee, bringing her down to one leg. Synn quickly follows up with a basement dropkick to the side of Alessia’s head, knocking her down to the mat.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn has found a way to bring the big woman down! She’s got to keep the pressure on!"
[Synn wastes no time, climbing to the second rope and leaping off with a missile dropkick aimed at Alessia’s chest. The impact connects, and Synn goes for the quick cover.]
Susan Spinelli: "One... Two..."
[Alessia powers out with authority, sending Synn flying off of her. Synn quickly gets to her feet, but Alessia is right there, grabbing Synn by the throat and lifting her high into the air before slamming her down with a vicious chokeslam. The crowd gasps at the sheer force of the move as Alessia stands over Synn, breathing heavily.]
Josh Grant: "What a chokeslam by Alessia Capello! She might have just ended this match right here!"
[Alessia hooks the leg for the pin, her face full of confidence.]
Susan Spinelli: "One... Two..."
[Synn kicks out at two! Alessia looks annoyed, but she keeps her composure. She pulls Synn to her feet and lifts her for a vertical suplex, holding her in the air to show off her power. But just as she’s about to drop Synn, Synn shifts her weight, slipping out of Alessia’s grasp and landing behind her. Synn grabs Alessia’s arm, twisting it into a hammerlock before transitioning into a series of quick kicks to Alessia’s side.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn showing her resilience! She’s staying in this fight!"
[Synn grabs Alessia’s head and tries to set her up for a DDT, but Alessia powers out, pushing Synn into the ropes. Synn bounces off the ropes and runs right into a massive big boot from Alessia, flattening her.]
Josh Grant: "That boot nearly took Synn’s head off! Alessia’s power is unreal!"
[Alessia stands over Synn, a confident smirk forming on her face as she pulls her opponent up by the hair. She sets Synn up for her devastating "Titan’s Wrath" sit-out powerbomb, lifting her high into the air. But Synn fights back, delivering rapid-fire punches to Alessia’s head while perched on her shoulders. Synn manages to slip out of Alessia’s grasp and land behind her once again.]
Tom Steiner: "Synn refuses to stay down! She’s still got fight left in her!"
[Synn grabs Alessia from behind, locking her arms in a butterfly hold. With a burst of strength, Synn lifts Alessia off her feet and drops her down with the "Beautiful Disaster" sit-out butterfly cradle drop! Alessia crashes to the mat, and Synn holds on for the pin.]
Susan Spinelli: "One... Two... THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
[The crowd explodes as Synn releases the hold and rolls off of Alessia, breathing heavily as her music, "Yen" by Slipknot, plays throughout the arena. She rises to her feet, a smile of satisfaction on her face as she gets her hand raised in victory by referee Susan Spinelli.]
Sam Sparx: "Here is your winner, SYNN!"
[Synn stands tall in the ring, celebrating her hard-fought victory as Alessia rolls out of the ring, holding her head in frustration. The crowd cheers for Synn’s resilience and determination as she climbs the turnbuckle, raising her arms in victory.]
Josh Grant: "What an impressive win for Synn tonight! She took everything Alessia had and still managed to pull off the victory!"
Tom Steiner: "You’ve got to give credit to Synn. She came in with a game plan, stuck to it, and took down the powerhouse Alessia Capello. What a match!"
[The camera cuts to Synn standing tall in the ring, soaking in the crowd's adulation, as the show heads into its next segment.]
Winner: Synn
Main Event: Horror Core Championship #1 Contender's Match - Je$TyR $eRyOu$ vs. "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter
[The atmosphere in the Fifth Third Arena is electric as the lights dim for the highly anticipated main event of Monday Night Mayhem. The crowd roars in excitement as the announcement for the number one contender's match for the ECWF Horror Core Championship is made. This match, fought under Horror-Core rules, promises nothing short of total chaos.]
Sam Sparx: "The following contest is a Horror-Core Rules match, scheduled for one fall, and is to determine the number one contender for the ECWF Horror Core Championship!"
[The crowd explodes with cheers as "Prince Charming" by Metallica begins to play. The lights flicker in time with the music, casting eerie shadows throughout the arena. Je$TyR $eRyOu$ steps onto the stage with a twisted grin on his face, his eyes scanning the sea of fans. Dressed in his signature black and gold gear, he exudes a dangerous confidence.]
Sam Sparx: "Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 245 pounds... JE$TYR $ERYOU$!"
[Je$TyR $eRyOu$ makes his way to the ring with a swagger, mocking some of the fans at ringside as he goes. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, soaking in the chorus of boos and cheers alike. His sadistic grin never leaves his face as he stares toward the stage, waiting for his opponent.]
Josh Grant: "Je$TyR $eRyOu$ is one of the most unpredictable and dangerous competitors in ECWF, especially in a match with no rules. He thrives in this environment, and I wouldn’t want to be his opponent tonight."
Tom Steiner: "He’s proven time and time again that when it comes to Horror-Core matches, there are no depths too dark for him. But his opponent is no slouch either."
[Suddenly, "Gasoline" by Meek Mill hits the PA, and the crowd's cheers grow even louder. "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter steps out onto the stage, his fists clenched, eyes focused on the ring. Dimter, dressed in his black leather vest and gear, stares down Je$TyR $eRyOu$ with an intensity that could burn a hole through steel.]
Sam Sparx: "And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds... 'THE BAD ASS' MIKE DIMTER!"
[Dimter makes his way to the ring with purpose, slapping hands with a few fans before rolling into the ring. He stands tall, staring down Je$TyR $eRyOu$, and the tension is palpable as the two men come face to face in the center of the ring. Referee Nick Pack goes over the rules, or lack thereof, before signaling for the bell.]
DING! DING! DING!
[The moment the bell rings, the action explodes. Je$TyR $eRyOu$ immediately charges at Dimter, looking for a cheap shot with a running knee, but Dimter sidesteps and counters with a stiff clothesline, sending Je$TyR crashing to the mat. Dimter doesn’t waste any time, quickly rolling out of the ring and pulling a steel chair from underneath it.]
Josh Grant: "Mike Dimter going straight for the hardware! He’s not playing around tonight!"
[Dimter slides back into the ring with the chair, but Je$TyR $eRyOu$ meets him with a vicious kick to the midsection, forcing Dimter to drop the chair. Je$TyR picks up the chair and slams it across Dimter’s back with a sickening thud. The crowd winces as Je$TyR drives the chair into Dimter’s spine again, then throws it down onto the mat with a smirk.]
Tom Steiner: "Je$TyR $eRyOu$ wasting no time taking advantage here. He’s turning this into a brutal brawl, just like we expected."
[Je$TyR drags Dimter to his feet and whips him into the corner, following up with a running dropkick that sandwiches Dimter between the turnbuckles. Dimter slumps down into a seated position, and Je$TyR steps out of the ring once more, this time retrieving a kendo stick from beneath the ring. He slides back in and lines up his shot, cracking the stick across Dimter’s chest with brutal force. The crowd groans in sympathy with each strike as Je$TyR lays into him, each shot harder than the last.]
Josh Grant: "Je$TyR is punishing Dimter with that kendo stick! This is what the Horror-Core division is all about, absolute carnage!"
[Dimter tries to crawl away, but Je$TyR grabs him by the head and pulls him up. He sets Dimter up for a suplex onto the steel chair, but Dimter blocks it, using his strength to reverse the move! Dimter lifts Je$TyR into the air and suplexes him directly onto the chair, the steel buckling beneath Je$TyR’s weight. Je$TyR writhes in pain as Dimter takes a moment to catch his breath.]
Tom Steiner: "What a reversal by Dimter! He just turned the tables with that suplex onto the chair!"
[Dimter, feeding off the energy of the crowd, pulls Je$TyR up by his hair and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. Dimter follows, grabbing a trash can from ringside and hurling it at Je$TyR’s head. Je$TyR stumbles back, but Dimter isn’t done. He lifts Je$TyR and slams him back-first onto the steel ring steps, causing Je$TyR to scream in agony. Dimter grabs a nearby table and sets it up, the crowd roaring in anticipation as he prepares to put Je$TyR through it.]
Josh Grant: "Dimter has a table! Things are about to get even more chaotic out here!"
[Dimter sets Je$TyR up on the table, then climbs to the apron, looking to drive Je$TyR through the wood with an elbow drop. But Je$TyR somehow rolls off the table just in time, and Dimter crashes through the table alone! The crowd erupts in shock as Dimter lays in the wreckage, clutching his ribs in pain.]
Tom Steiner: "Dimter went for the big move, but Je$TyR got out of the way! This is Je$TyR's chance!"
[Je$TyR, seizing the moment, stumbles to his feet and pulls Dimter out of the broken table debris. He drags Dimter back into the ring and quickly follows up with a low blow, dropping Dimter to his knees. Je$TyR smirks as he grabs the steel chair from earlier and positions it in the center of the ring. He stalks Dimter, waiting for him to get to his hands and knees.]
Josh Grant: "Je$TyR $eRyOu$ is setting Dimter up for something devastating!"
[As Dimter slowly pushes himself up, Je$TyR grabs him by the head and drives his face down into the steel chair with a brutal curb stomp—his finishing move, The Last Supper. The impact is sickening, and the crowd gasps as Dimter’s head bounces off the chair. Je$TyR covers Dimter, hooking both legs as referee Nick Pack slides into position.]
Nick Pack: "One... Two... THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
[The bell rings, and Je$TyR $eRyOu$ stands tall, victorious, as "Prince Charming" by Metallica blares through the PA system. He smirks as the referee raises his hand, a twisted look of satisfaction on his face.]
Sam Sparx: "Here is your winner, and the new number one contender for the ECWF Horror Core Championship... JE$TYR $ERYOU$!"
[Je$TyR stands over the fallen Mike Dimter, raising his arms in victory as the crowd boos and cheers in equal measure. He takes a moment to gloat before sliding out of the ring and walking up the ramp, never once looking back at the destruction he left behind. Mike Dimter remains motionless in the ring, a testament to the brutality of the match.]
Josh Grant: "What a war we just witnessed! Je$TyR $eRyOu$ proved tonight that he is willing to go to any lengths to become the next Horror Core Champion!"
Tom Steiner: "Mike Dimter fought with everything he had, but in the end, Je$TyR’s ruthlessness was too much. Now he’s got his sights set on that Horror Core title!"
[As Je$TyR $eRyOu$ stands atop the ramp, his sinister grin plastered across his face, the camera cuts to a shot of Mike Dimter slowly being tended to by officials. Je$TyR is laughing maniacally, knowing that his reign of terror in the Horror Core division has only just begun.]
Winner and new number one contender to the Horror-Core Championship: Je$TyR $eRyOu$
The Purge by In This Moment plays over the pa of the Fifth Third Arena in Cincinnati Ohio as the lights dim down to turn a dark blue with neon green spotlights flashing around the stage. Then out steps Cliff o Clink in his leather jacket turning the collar up with his ring shorts on and boots laced up ready to stomp all over the ring. He looks around at the crowd on their feet scouting the faces and signs before marching down with a swagger. Cliff hops to the ring apron and whips around against the ropes hanging his arms behind the top rope and hooking through over the middle rope to hang out there in a cocky stance inciting the crowd. Cliff swings around to step through the top and middle ropes walking to the corner to his right and raising his arms up in an X, then does a crotch chop and hops down spinning around ready for action. But before we get to that he steps back to call for a mic from the announcer and takes it to step into the middle of the ring. And look up towards the back.
CoC: Daron Smythe, I don't care what happened last night, I am here for that one on one, so if we do it tonight, or next week on Mayhem, or you can come to Revolution on Friday and we will do it there, I am ready to meet you face to face. Like I said, tonight I am here ready to compete and I feel like you are here since you are the GM, which is also why I came to Mayhem, because you can make that match official, tonight!
The crowd cheering for that match to happen tonight because who doesn't want more action from two men willing to give them everything!?!
CoC: Or make it for next week so we can have a week to prepare and give these people a main event worthy of Wrestlefest or any other mega event?!
The crowd still cheering for the sound of that.
CoC: Or we wait until the next mega event? Or you come to Revolution? Or maybe come on out here right now and lets hear what you have to say about this cause maybe after last night you don't want a one on one with me anymore?!
Cliff lowering the mic and waiting as the crowd settling down now to see what happens.
[The camera pans to the backstage interview area where ECWF Midwest Champion, #1 Daron Smythe, stands with his signature smug grin. Dressed in a sleek, custom suit with the ECWF Midwest Championship slung over his shoulder, Smythe is accompanied by interviewer Tiffany Styles, microphone in hand. The tension in the air is palpable as Styles begins to speak.]
Brooke Ross: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the ECWF Midwest Champion, #1 Daron Smythe. Daron, just now, we heard from Cliff O Clink, who issued an open challenge to anyone brave enough to step up and face him. Now, I understand you have something to say in response."
[Smythe adjusts the championship on his shoulder, his grin widening as he leans closer to the microphone.]
#1 Daron Smythe: "Brave enough, Brooke? Nah, nah, nah. You see, it’s not about being brave. It’s about being the best. And last time I checked, I’m wearing this gold because I AM the best. Cliff O Clink? A guy who doesn't even belong to this brand? He has the nerve to issue an open challenge in MY ring?!"
[Smythe chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he steps closer to the camera.]
#1 Daron Smythe: "Clink, you talk a big game, but all I see is an old dog who’s barking up the wrong tree. You want to challenge the top dog around here? You’re looking at him."
[Smythe pats the championship belt on his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.]
#1 Daron Smythe: "So here’s how this is gonna go. You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight. But make no mistake, Clink, this isn’t going to be some nostalgic trip down memory lane for you. This is the NEW era of ECWF, and I’m the face of that era. So you better lace up those old boots real tight, because I’m about to knock your ass right back into obscurity."
[With that, Smythe shoves the microphone back into Tiffany’s hands and storms off-camera. The crowd in the arena begins to buzz as the camera cuts back to the ring, where Cliff O Clink is pacing like a caged animal. He’s already dressed to fight, his fists clenched and ready for war. The arena erupts in anticipation as “#1” by Nelly hits the PA system, and Daron Smythe steps out onto the stage, his face etched with determination. Smythe wastes no time heading down the ramp, his eyes locked on Clink in the ring.]
Josh Grant: "Looks like Daron Smythe is accepting Cliff O Clink’s challenge! This is about to get ugly, folks!"
Tom Steiner: "Smythe doesn’t back down from anyone, and Clink is ready to throw down! We’re about to witness a fight!"
[Smythe tosses his championship aside and sprints down to the ring. Clink, not waiting for Smythe to even enter the ring, slides under the bottom rope and charges at him! The two men collide on the outside, and immediately, fists start flying. Clink and Smythe brawl up against the barricade, the crowd on their feet as they exchange vicious punches.]
Josh Grant: "It’s an all-out brawl! Smythe and Clink aren’t waiting for any official match; they’re going to tear each other apart right here and now!"
[Smythe grabs Clink by the head and drives him into the steel ring post, but Clink fights back, delivering a stiff elbow to Smythe’s jaw that sends him stumbling back. Clink follows up with a hard kick to Smythe’s midsection, and the two continue trading blows, neither man willing to give an inch. The crowd is going wild as the fight spills into the timekeeper’s area, knocking over chairs and scattering officials.]
Tom Steiner: "These two are like rabid dogs, tearing into each other! We need some control out here!"
[Suddenly, a swarm of referees and backstage personnel rushes down to the ring, trying desperately to separate the two. Smythe breaks free from the hold of two officials and lunges at Clink again, tackling him into the barricade. The brawl intensifies as more wrestlers pour out from the back, trying to break things up, but Smythe and Clink keep breaking free, lunging at each other with reckless abandon.]
Josh Grant: "This is absolute chaos! They can’t keep these two apart!"
[Clink manages to get to his feet and shoves a referee aside before grabbing Smythe by the head and tossing him over the announce table. Smythe scrambles to his feet and charges back at Clink, tackling him to the floor once again. The wrestlers and officials continue to try and pull them apart, but the sheer animosity between the two men makes it nearly impossible to contain the fight.]
Tom Steiner: "We need more security out here! Smythe and Clink are going to destroy everything!"
[With one final effort, a group of wrestlers, including mid-carders and rookies, finally manages to separate Smythe and Clink. Both men are dragged to opposite sides of the ring, but they continue to shout insults and threats at each other. Smythe’s suit is torn, his hair disheveled, while Clink’s face is red with anger as he tries to break free one last time. The crowd is on their feet, chanting "Let them fight!" as the tension remains thick in the air.]
Josh Grant: "What an explosive confrontation! Smythe and Clink may have been separated for now, but this is far from over!"
Tom Steiner: "There’s no doubt about that, Josh. These two men are on a collision course, and when they finally meet in the ring, it’s going to be an all-out war!"
[The camera zooms in on a seething Daron Smythe as he shouts at Clink from across the sea of wrestlers holding him back. Clink smirks, wiping the sweat from his face as he mouths something back to Smythe. The screen fades to black as Monday Night Mayhem goes off the air, leaving the audience in anticipation of what’s to come between these two bitter rivals.]
