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The arena is darkened, with a sinister red hue illuminating the stage. “Theme From The Fog” echoes through the arena speakers as ECE World Champion Solom Noctourne strides down the ramp, his face twisted into a wicked grin, the ECE World Championship slung over his shoulder. He soaks in the hostile reaction from the crowd, clearly relishing their disdain. As he reaches the ring, he raises the title high, staring down the camera before taking a microphone and stepping to the center of the ring. After a brief pause, he begins, his voice low and menacing.
SOLOM NOCTOURNE:
Six months. Six months, I’ve dragged Crush and his precious Huttman Dynasty through hell. I started this war, and I’m going to end it… at War Games.. . .
He smirks, letting his words settle over the crowd, the sense of threat clear.. .
SOLOM NOCTOURNE:
Crush thought he could play the hero, thought he could stand in the way of the Dark Dominion. But he was wrong. See, the Huttman legacy is nothing but a house of cards, and I’ve been tearing it down, piece by piece. His cousins, his so-called family… they’ll all fall, right alongside him. The Huttman Dynasty falls… at my hands.. . ..
The crowd boos loudly, but Solom shrugs it off, his gaze hardening.
SOLOM NOCTOURNE:
And HBR, TJ Alexander—they’re just collateral damage. They chose to stand by Crush, to fight his fight, and that was their mistake. What happens to them at War Games? That’s on Crush. Every broken bone, every ounce of suffering… it’ll be his fault....
As Solom continues to revel in his words, suddenly, the familiar sound of “Kingdom” by Downstait blasts through the arena. The crowd erupts in cheers as Crush appears at the top of the ramp, a fierce look in his eyes, and a microphone in hand. Dressed in street clothes, he looks ready for a fight. Slowly, he walks down the ramp, eyes locked on Solom. He steps into the ring, and there’s a tense silence as the two stare each other down.. .
CRUSH:
Solom… I’ve had just about enough of you and your Dark Dominion games.. . .
Crush pauses, the tension in his posture palpable.. .
CRUSH:
For months, you’ve tormented my family. You took my brother… turned him against me. And while you may think you’re some kind of mastermind, all you’ve done is show me exactly how low you’re willing to go... . .
The crowd cheers, rallying behind Crush as he continues, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone... .
CRUSH:
No more games, Solom. I’m done. This all ends at War Games. You and your Dark Dominion can play in the shadows, but come War Games, there’s no hiding from me.... . .
Solom laughs mockingly, but Crush remains unfazed, his intensity only growing.... .
SOLOM NOCTOURNE:
You think you scare me, Crush? You think bringing HBR and TJ Alexander along will save you? They’re walking into their own graves alongside you. They’re nothing more than sacrificial lambs, pawns who will fall just like the rest of your dynasty....
Crush’s jaw clenches, and he takes a step forward, his voice unwavering. .
CRUSH:
Three days, Solom. I was in a hospital bed in Philadelphia for three days last week, sitting next to President Ervin after what you did to him. But Ervin’s a fighter. He’ll be back, and he’ll deal with you when the time is right. But tonight, Solom? Tonight, your disciple, Hardcore Lenny, is gonna pay for your sins..
The crowd erupts at Crush’s declaration, sensing the promise of retribution. Solom’s expression shifts slightly, his smirk faltering as Crush continues.... .
CRUSH:
See, Lenny’s been following you blindly, Solom, just like the rest of your so-called Dominion. But tonight, he’s going to feel the full force of what it means to cross the Huttman Dynasty. You think you’re untouchable, that your little ‘dark empire’ can keep you safe? Not tonight. Tonight, I start tearing it down, one disciple at a time, until there’s nothing left of you or your Dominion...
Solom’s smirk turns into a sneer, and he steps forward, holding his title up as he glares at Crush..
SOLOM NOCTOURNE:
You think I care what happened to Ervin, Crush? This title, this power I hold—it’s mine because I took it. You think you’re a threat to me, to the Dark Dominion? You’re nothing but a pawn in my game. At War Games, I’m going to bury you, and the Huttman Dynasty will be a memory....
Crush’s gaze doesn’t waver, his calm demeanor masking a seething rage beneath the surface. .
CRUSH:
You’re right about one thing, Solom. You did start this. But at War Games, I’m going to be the one who finishes it. This title, this ‘dominion’ of yours—it all comes crashing down. You don’t get to win this time, Solom. Not after everything you’ve done. This fight isn’t just for me. It’s for my family, for everyone you’ve crossed. You’ve taken it too far, and now, it’s time to pay....
The crowd roars as Crush drops the microphone, his eyes never leaving Solom’s. Solom, clearly irked, raises his championship defiantly, both men standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, the tension crackling between them. Solom sneers one last time, lifting the title over his head as if to prove his dominance, but Crush remains steady, his resolve unbreakable.
With that, Crush steps back, his intense gaze still fixed on Solom as he exits the ring, leaving Solom to seethe in the center, his expression a mix of anger and anticipation. As Crush makes his way up the ramp, the crowd chants his name, rallying behind him as he prepares for the battle to come at War Games..
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| The arena lights shift to a pink and gold glow as “Just a Girl” by No Doubt hits, and Cassidy Reign makes her entrance. A heel with a smug expression, Reign exudes confidence. She struts down the ramp with an air of superiority, flipping her hair and ignoring the boos from the crowd. Cassidy steps into the ring, posing dramatically for the audience before turning her fierce gaze toward the entrance, ready to secure her place in the finals.
Jackhammer: Cassidy Reign looking to continue her momentum and advance to the finals.
The lights switch to a bright, fiery hue as “Utha Side” by Nelly blares through the speakers, and Jada Phoenix makes her way onto the stage. A babyface with an undeniable charisma. She pumps up the crowd, doing a quick twirl and flipping her long, braided ponytail with a grin. Jada makes her way down the ramp, high-fiving fans before sliding into the ring. She locks eyes with Cassidy, determined and focused, as she stands tall, ready for the challenge ahead.
Cecil: Jada Phoenix is also on a bit of a roll since arriving in ECE. Something has to give tonight.
The two competitors circle each other, each assessing the other’s strategy. They lock up in the center of the ring, with Jada using her strength advantage to back Cassidy into the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break, and Jada obliges, stepping back. Cassidy smirks and quickly lands a slap across Jada’s face, taunting her. Jada glares, but Cassidy uses the moment to charge forward, grabbing Jada in a side headlock. Jada shoves Cassidy into the ropes, breaking the hold, and as Cassidy rebounds, Jada catches her with a shoulder tackle, sending her to the mat. Cassidy scrambles back to her feet, only to be met with a dropkick from Jada, knocking her down again. Jada goes for an early cover. 1… Kickout! Cassidy kicks out quickly, looking surprised at Jada’s intensity. Jada grabs Cassidy, pulling her up and whipping her into the corner. She charges in and hits a jumping forearm, rocking Cassidy. With Cassidy dazed, Jada takes a few steps back and executes a handspring back elbow, crashing into Cassidy again. Jada pulls Cassidy out of the corner and hits a snap suplex, rolling over for another cover. 1…2… Kickout!
Jackhammer: Jada trying to put Cassidy away early here.
Cassidy rolls out of the ring to recover, visibly frustrated. She paces at ringside, avoiding Jada, who stands in the ring, urging Cassidy to get back inside. Cassidy eventually climbs back onto the apron, and as Jada approaches, Cassidy grabs her by the head and pulls her throat-first onto the top rope. Jada stumbles back, clutching her throat, and Cassidy slides back into the ring, seizing the opportunity. Cassidy grabs Jada and slams her down with a hair-pull snapmare, followed by a quick stomp to Jada’s back. Cassidy smirks at the crowd, mocking Jada’s earlier momentum, before applying a chin lock, wrenching Jada’s neck. The referee checks on Jada, but she waves him off, refusing to give up. The crowd starts clapping, rallying behind Jada as she fights to her feet. Jada elbows Cassidy in the ribs, breaking free, but Cassidy responds with a knee to the midsection, halting Jada’s comeback.
Cecil: Well that’s how you stop the momentum, Hammer.
Cassidy pulls Jada in and lifts her, executing a picture-perfect vertical suplex. She floats over for the cover. 1…2… Kickout! Cassidy, slightly annoyed, grabs Jada by the hair and drags her to her feet. She taunts Jada, delivering a series of mocking slaps to her face. Cassidy then attempts a snap DDT, but Jada counters, lifting Cassidy and dropping her with a back body drop. With the crowd firmly behind her, Jada starts to build momentum. She pulls Cassidy up and hits her with a series of quick forearms, backing her into the ropes. Jada whips Cassidy across the ring and catches her with a spinebuster, driving her into the mat with force. Jada covers. 1…2… Kickout! Cassidy barely escapes, looking rattled as she clutches her back. Jada doesn’t let up, picking Cassidy up and lifting her onto her shoulders, setting up for a fireman’s carry slam. Cassidy struggles, kicking her legs, and manages to slip out of Jada’s grasp, landing behind her. Cassidy quickly capitalizes with a chop block to Jada’s knee, taking her down. Jada clutches her knee in pain, and Cassidy seizes the opportunity, stomping on Jada’s leg repeatedly, targeting the weakened limb.
Jackhammer: That’s what Cassidy is best at.. Targeting that leg for the Reign of Terror submission..
With Jada down, Cassidy grabs her leg and applies a single-leg Boston Crab, wrenching back and putting pressure on Jada’s injured knee. Jada grits her teeth, reaching for the ropes, but Cassidy pulls her back to the center of the ring, increasing the pressure. The crowd rallies behind Jada as she struggles, finally managing to roll onto her back and kick Cassidy away with her free leg. Cassidy stumbles back, and Jada uses the ropes to pull herself up. Cassidy charges at her, but Jada counters with a big boot, sending Cassidy staggering. Jada, still favoring her leg, grabs Cassidy and hits her with a quick belly-to-back suplex, buying herself some recovery time. Both women are down, and the referee begins counting.
Cecil: One of these women better get up.
By the count of seven, both competitors are back on their feet. Cassidy tries to catch Jada off guard with a clothesline, but Jada ducks and catches her with a powerful forearm. Cassidy stumbles, and Jada lifts her onto her shoulders, fighting through the pain in her leg. She spins Cassidy and goes for a Samoan drop, slamming her down. Jada covers. 1…2… Kickout! The crowd is fully behind Jada as she signals for her finisher. She lifts Cassidy, setting her up for the Blaze Bomb (KOD). As Jada stalks Cassidy, here comes MONICA GOLD AND SATINE NICOLE!
Jackhammer: What the hell are Monica Gold and Satine Nicole doing here? They dont have a match until later!
Monica Gold and Satine Nicole surround the ring on opposite sides as Jada prepares for battle.. Reign is pulling herself up as Jada readies to fight Gold and Nicole.. Gold and Nicole start to slowly get on the apron.. Jada goes after Satine but Satine jumps down, which allows Reign to hit a chop block to the knee of Jada! She pulls her to the center of the ring and connects with the Crowning Glory!(Spinning Fisherman) She hooks the leg with a bridge.
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Jackhammer: I’ll be damn.. Cassidy Reign has defeated Jada Phoenix!
Cecil: It helps to have friends.
The bell rings as Cassidy Reign stands victorious, smirking as she raises her arm in triumph. The crowd boos, disappointed by the result, while Cassidy revels in her win, brushing off the jeers. Satine Nicole and Monica Gold climb in the ring and raise Cassidy’s hand. It seems we have witnessed the beginning of a new alliance here in ECE!
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Segment:
A New Tag Team Arrives in ECE
[The scene opens in the ECE parking lot under the harsh glow of overhead lights, where Pete Cottonballs, ECE’s eager interviewer, stands with a microphone in hand. Just as he starts to introduce the new arrivals, the sound of an engine revving echoes, and a sleek, black SUV pulls up. The doors swing open, and out step Kendrick Storm, Tyson Creed, and Destiny Jackson—the Hype Kings. Kendrick and Tyson are hyped, bouncing with energy, while Destiny stands confidently, surveying the scene. Pete hurries over with the mic, barely able to contain his curiosity.]
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[Kendrick flashes a wide, confident grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief and intensity. Tyson crosses his arms, nodding along, his expression full of swagger. Destiny stands between them, hands on her hips, exuding a calm but dangerous energy.]
Kendrick Storm: Ayo, Pete! Let’s get one thing straight—we didn’t just ‘arrive,’ nah, we came through. See, me and my boy Creed, we been grindin’ since day one, hustlin’ through every city, every back-alley gym, every indy show. But we knew there was only one place we could really bring this hype… and that’s ECE, baby!
[Tyson Creed lets out a laugh, his voice full of energy and confidence as he steps in.]
Tyson Creed: That’s right, Pete! We ain’t just some new cats lookin’ for a shot. We’re here to show the whole roster, the whole world what happens when street grit meets prime-time hype. ECE better get ready because the Hype Kings didn’t come to play—we came to take over.
[Destiny steps forward, her voice smooth but laced with intensity.]
Destiny Jackson And don’t get it twisted, Pete. We didn’t walk in here alone. We walked in with a purpose, with each other. Kendrick, Tyson—they’re more than just a team. We’re family, forged in fire, tempered by every struggle, every setback. And now that we’re here, the Hype Kings are about to turn this place upside down.
[Pete raises the mic again, looking a bit nervous but pressing forward.]
Pete Cottonballs: It sounds like you three are ready to make a statement! Any final words for the ECE roster?
Kendrick Storm: Oh, we got words, Pete. Matter of fact, tell every tag team in the back—from the chumps to the champs—that the Hype Kings ain’t here for handshakes and high-fives. We’re here to get what’s ours. So, if you step to us… you better step correct, ‘cause we’ll put you down just as fast.
[Tyson points at the camera with a sly smirk.]
Tyson Creed: And ECE, don’t blink… or you’ll miss us taking over. .
[Destiny finishes off, raising her own hand in a “crown” gesture over Kendrick and Tyson.]
Destiny Jackson The Hype Kings are here, and ECE… it’s time to get hype.
[The three bump fists as they stride away, leaving Pete Cottonballs standing, wide-eyed and speechless, as the camera fades out.]
Segment:
Who's really in control...
"The scene opens in Jessica Huffman’s office. She’s seated behind her desk, flipping through a few documents, but there’s a tension in her expression. She glances up when she hears a knock on the door, and before she can answer, the ECE World Champion, Solom Noctourne, walks in uninvited. Dressed in his signature dark attire, his ECE World Championship draped across his shoulder, Solom exudes a sinister aura. Jessica instinctively shifts in her chair, clearly uneasy at his sudden presence.
SOLOM NOCTOURNE :
(smirking) Well, well… look at you, Jessica. Playing president. How’s Ervin doing these days? Heard he’s not exactly in fighting shape. .....
Jessica’s face hardens as she meets his gaze. There’s a flash of anger and a hint of fear, but she maintains her composure. .
JESSICA HUTTMAN:
You know damn well how Kyle’s doing, Solom. After the beating you gave him last week? He spent three days in the hospital. Now he’s at home, recovering, no thanks to you. And the doctors don’t even have a timetable for when he can come back.
Solom chuckles, a dark glint in his eyes as he takes a step closer to her desk, deliberately encroaching on her space. Jessica’s posture stiffens, but she doesn’t back down. .
SOLOM NOCTOURNE :
Good. Tell him to take all the time he needs. The Dark Dominion is running things from here on out. There’s no need for him to rush back when we’ve got everything under control.
Jessica narrows her eyes, finally standing up to face him. She crosses her arms, a newfound resolve in her stance. .
JESSICA HUTTMAN:
That’s not how this is going to work, Solom. I don’t care what you or the Dark Dominion think you’ve got ‘under control’—I’m in charge here while Ervin’s out. And let me remind you, there’s no statute of limitations on kidnapping. .
Solom’s smirk falters for a second, but he quickly regains his composure, tilting his head slightly as if inviting her to say more. . .
JESSICA HUTTMAN:
So if you want to make it to War Games, maybe you’d better focus on tonight and keep your little gang in line. Because all it takes is one call, and I’ll press charges. You, Solom, along with Jason, Grimmstone… hell, even Jake— .
Solom’s expression hardens as she brings up Maniac by his real name. . .
JESSICA HUTTMAN:
That’s right. Jake. Since he admitted to hitting his own brother with a car, maybe I’ll add that to the list. Just think, Solom, you’d all be locked up before you could even touch the ring. So, maybe you should worry about War Games instead of daydreaming about running the show. .
A tense silence fills the room as Solom glares at her, clearly not used to anyone standing up to him, especially not someone he’s previously intimidated so ruthlessly. Jessica’s expression doesn’t waver. .
SOLOM NOCTOURNE :
Fine. You want to play the role of tough president? I’ll let you run things how you see fit… for now. .
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. .
SOLOM NOCTOURNE :
But a word of advice, Jessica. Stay out of our way. Or I’ll make that little kidnapping incident look like child’s play. .....
Jessica’s gaze doesn’t falter, even as his words hang in the air like a threat. She takes a steadying breath and gives him a hard stare. .
JESSICA HUTTMAN:
You do whatever you have to do, Solom. But remember, when Kyle Ervin comes back, he’s going to deal with you and your Dark Dominion. And if I need to, I’ll deal with you myself.
Solom straightens, giving her one last, lingering look before he turns on his heel, heading toward the door. As he opens it, he pauses, glancing back over his shoulder with that familiar sinister smirk. .
SOLOM NOCTOURNE :
See you out there, ‘President.’ Better hope you can handle it. . .....
With that, he strides out, leaving Jessica standing alone, visibly tense but resolute. She watches the door close behind him, exhaling slowly.. That power that Solom has is still there but for now, she held steady as the scene fades.
Segment:
The Chaos Cartel mean business...
"[The scene opens in the dim, almost eerie glow of the arena parking lot, where Jaxon Viper, Kona Savage, and Keanu Havoc of the Chaos Cartel are gathered. They’re leaning against a car, each man exuding an aura of intensity and menace as they prepare to send a message to the Brotherhood. The hum of distant engines and the low flicker of a lone streetlamp cast shadows over their faces, enhancing their dangerous look. Jaxon Viper steps forward first, staring directly into the camera, a twisted grin spreading across his face.] .
JAXON VIPER :
So, the Brotherhood got their moment in the spotlight last week, huh? Tom and Shane Collins probably think they’ve got our number now. They’re probably sitting back, patting each other on the back, thinking they pulled off something big. But let’s get one thing straight—that win? It was nothing but a fluke. A lucky shot that they wouldn’t have even had if it weren’t for that fool Doomsday sticking his nose where it didn’t belong...
[Kona Savage lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he steps up next to Jaxon, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders as if he’s ready for a fight right then and there.]. .
KONA SAVAGE:
At War Games, there’s not gonna be any lucky breaks, no outside interference to save them. It’s just gonna be us, them, and that cage. You see, Brotherhood, when those doors lock, there’s nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. And all that Brotherhood pride, all those cheap shots? They’ll mean nothing. We’re coming for you, and believe me, we’re taking our pound of flesh..
[Keanu Havoc nods, arms crossed, smirking as he watches Jaxon and Kona lay down the message. Finally, he steps forward, voice filled with icy confidence as he speaks.]. .
KEANU HAVOC:
That’s right, Tom and Shane. You boys got lucky once, but you’re not gonna survive that ring with us. War Games is our domain. We’re not walking in to play nice; we’re walking in to end this once and for all. You talk about Brotherhood, about loyalty and unity, but you don’t know anything about loyalty until you’ve fought by someone’s side through hell. And believe me, Chaos Cartel is more than ready to take you two apart, piece by piece.....
[Jaxon Viper smirks, stepping closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.]..
JAXON VIPER :
This isn’t just about a win. It’s about sending a message. It’s about proving that we are the force to be reckoned with in ECE, and that it’s only a matter of time before those ECE World Tag Team Titles come home to the Chaos Cartel. Brotherhood, you’ve got a nice little story, but at War Games, it’s coming to an end. Because we’re not just aiming to beat you—we’re coming to break you..
[As the Chaos Cartel wraps up their intense warning, a shadow moves in the background. Maniac casually strolls through the parking lot, casting a quick glance toward the trio. Keanu Havoc notices first, his eyes narrowing as he steps forward, addressing Maniac with a cold tone.].
KONA SAVAGE:
Hey, brother… you got a problem with us?. .
[Maniac stops, turning to look at the three men. He lets out a low chuckle, clearly unfazed by the group’s intensity, and raises his hands in mock surrender, a twisted smile spreading across his face.].
MANIAC:
Nah, gentlemen, no problem at all. But if I did have a problem… you can bet I’d make sure you knew about it......
[Maniac’s eyes linger on each of them for a moment, his gaze holding just the faintest hint of a threat. Jaxon Viper and Kona Savage exchange glances, clearly sizing him up, but Maniac simply chuckles again, lowering his hands and taking a step back as he turns to walk away.].
MANIAC:
Good luck at War Games, boys. Hope you’re as ready as you think you are…......
[Maniac walks off, his laughter echoing as he disappears into the shadows. The Chaos Cartel watches him go, their expressions hardened and intense, as if each one is already planning for the challenges ahead. After a moment, Jaxon turns back to the camera, his face set with fierce determination.]
JAXON VIPER :
Let’s just hope the Brotherhood is as brave as they pretend to be. Because at War Games, when that cage locks… the Chaos Cartel is coming for everything.. . .
[The camera fades to black as the three men stand in the parking lot, united in their dark purpose and ready to unleash chaos in the ring.]
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The arena lights dim, casting an ominous glow as a chaotic, heavy beat fills the air. Kona Savage and Jaxon Viper of the Chaos Cartel appear on the stage, each exuding a dangerous intensity. Savage stands tall and intimidating, cracking his knuckles while glaring at the crowd with disdain. Viper, smirks, taunting the fans who boo them loudly. They stride confidently down the ramp, exchanging nods as they climb into the ring, ready to wreak havoc on their opponents. Together, they symbolize the ruthless force that is the Chaos Cartel.
The lights shift to a blood-red hue as “Die Before You Fly” by Saliva blares through the speakers. Sniper steps onto the stage with an intense, focused glare. He exudes a dominating aura as he makes his way down the ramp, radiating aggression and determination. He joins Savage and Viper in the ring, nodding in acknowledgment before turning his fierce gaze toward the entrance, signaling that he’s ready for a fight.
Jackhammer: The Chaos Cartel and Sniper look like a formidable trio here Cecil.
Cecil: They look like killers.. It’s gonna be a long night for The Mafia and Jackson Cade.
Cheers fill the arena as “American Badass” by Kid Rock hits, signaling the arrival of Maxx Nasty and Armageddon of the Hardcore Mafia. The Hardcore Mafia exude camaraderie and resilience as they stride down the ramp, slapping hands with fans. Nasty raises his fists confidently while Armageddon casts a focused stare at the Chaos Cartel. The two slide into the ring, sizing up their opponents and showing they’re ready to go to war.
Finally, “Fractures” by Saliva echoes through the arena, and the fans erupt as Jackson Cade steps onto the stage. Cade exudes confidence as he makes his way to the ring. He joins Nasty and Armageddon, casting a sharp glance at the Chaos Cartel before sharing a nod with his teammates. With the crowd firmly behind them, Cade, Nasty, and Armageddon are ready to battle the ruthless Cartel.
Jackhammer: Jackson Cade and Sniper both believe they deserve another shot at the ECE Intercontinental Title
Cecil: Well they’ll get to make their case at War Games, assuming they make it past tonight.
Maxx Nasty steps forward to start for his team, while Jaxon Viper takes the first round for the Chaos Cartel. The two circle each other, eyeing one another with intensity before locking up in the center of the ring. Viper quickly transitions to a side headlock, tightening his grip on Nasty. Nasty struggles, pushing Viper off into the ropes. As Viper rebounds, Nasty catches him with a hard shoulder tackle, knocking him down. Viper rolls back up, irritated, and charges at Nasty, who sidesteps and takes him down with a quick arm drag, holding onto his arm to keep Viper grounded. Viper grits his teeth, pushing his way back to his feet. He breaks free with a sharp elbow to Nasty’s midsection, then follows up with a stiff forearm to the face. Viper whips Nasty into the ropes, meeting him with a quick dropkick that sends Nasty to the mat. Viper covers for an early pin. 1… Kickout! Nasty powers out, but Viper smirks, unfazed, as he drags Nasty to his corner and tags in Kona Savage. Savage enters the ring with an aggressive stomp, targeting Nasty’s midsection. He grabs Nasty, hitting him with a series of forearm smashes, backing him into the corner. Savage unleashes a brutal shoulder thrust into Nasty’s gut, forcing the air out of him. Savage then whips Nasty hard into the opposite corner and charges in, hitting him with a powerful corner splash that leaves Nasty slumped. Savage goes for the cover. 1…2… Kickout! Nasty barely kicks out, clutching his midsection.
Cecil: The Cartel showing their dominance here.
Savage drags Nasty back to the Chaos Cartel’s corner and tags in Sniper. Sniper enters the ring with an intense expression, delivering a series of rapid stomps to Nasty’s midsection, showing no mercy. He hoists Nasty up, setting him up for a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a moment to show his strength before dropping him down hard. Sniper hooks the leg for the pin. 1…2… Kickout! Nasty manages to kick out again, but Sniper remains focused, pulling him into a grounded chin lock, applying pressure to wear him down. The crowd begins clapping, rallying behind Nasty as he fights to his feet. He elbows Sniper in the ribs, breaking free, then runs toward his corner, diving to make the tag to Jackson Cade.
Jackhammer: Here comes Jackson Cade!
Cade bursts into the ring, charging at Sniper and hitting him with a running forearm. Sniper stumbles back, and Cade follows up with a quick dropkick, sending him into the ropes. Cade springs up and delivers a swinging neckbreaker to Sniper, going for the cover. 1…2… Kickout! Sniper powers out, but Cade is undeterred, grabbing him and setting up for a snap suplex. He lifts Sniper and slams him down, then quickly transitions into a cover. 1…2… Kickout! Cade tags in Armageddon, who steps into the ring with authority. Armageddon grabs Sniper and hits him with a series of brutal strikes, targeting his ribs and upper body. He whips Sniper into the corner and follows up with a running clothesline, crushing him against the turnbuckles. Armageddon grabs Sniper by the throat and lifts him for a sidewalk slam, dropping him hard to the mat. Armageddon hooks the leg for the cover. 1…2… Viper breaks it up! Viper stomps on Armageddon, preventing the pin.
Cecil: Jaxon Viper barely broke that one up.
Jackhammer: Armageddon has to stay on em here
Maxx Nasty charges into the ring, hitting Viper with a forearm and sending him back to the Chaos Cartel’s corner. The referee restores order, sending Nasty back to his corner as Viper steps onto the apron. Sniper takes advantage of the brief distraction, raking Armageddon’s eyes. Armageddon stumbles, clutching his face, and Sniper tags in Savage. Savage charges in, targeting Armageddon’s knees with stiff kicks to wear down the big man. He follows up with a hard DDT, planting Armageddon on the mat before covering. 1…2… Kickout! Armageddon powers out, showing his resilience, but Savage smirks, determined to keep control. Savage tags Viper back in, and the two work together to hit Armageddon with a double suplex, showing their teamwork. Viper covers. 1…2… Kickout! Armageddon fights out again, but Viper grabs him and applies a headlock, tightening the hold. Armageddon struggles, eventually lifting Viper onto his back and slamming him down, breaking the hold. Both men are down, crawling toward their corners as the crowd erupts.
Jackhammer: Whoever makes the tag here could win this match.
Armageddon makes the tag to Maxx Nasty, and Viper tags in Savage. Nasty charges in, taking Savage down with a series of powerful clotheslines. Savage scrambles up, only to be hit with a spinebuster by Nasty. The crowd cheers as Nasty covers. 1…2… Sniper breaks it up! Jackson Cade runs in, hitting Sniper with a quick series of punches, forcing him out of the ring. Cade and Nasty focus on Savage, each taking turns hitting him with quick strikes, but Viper slips back into the ring and blindsides Cade, throwing him out of the ring to even the odds. Amidst the chaos, Sniper re-enters the ring, catching Nasty off guard with a massive spear that knocks him down. Sniper tags himself in, signaling that he’s ready to finish the match. The crowd watches as he hoists Nasty up onto his shoulders, setting him up for his finishing move, The Dead Eye (F5). With a roar, Sniper spins Nasty off his shoulders, slamming him face-first onto the mat with brutal impact. Sniper covers Nasty as the referee counts.
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3!!!
Cecil: And just like that it’s over!
The bell rings, and Sniper stands tall, victorious. Savage and Viper join him in the ring, raising their arms as the Chaos Cartel basks in their victory. The crowd boos as the trio taunts their fallen opponents, asserting their dominance over the Hardcore Mafia and Jackson Cade. The Chaos Cartel makes their way up the ramp, smirking as they leave their defeated opponents in the ring, a clear signal that their reign of chaos is far from over.
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The arena fills with boos as “Not Listening” hits, and Satine Nicole, a cunning heel steps onto the stage. She struts confidently down the ramp, casting a condescending look at the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. Her fierce, seductive presence is met with disdain from the fans, but she revels in it, smirking as she steps through the ropes, taking her place in her corner.
The boos continue as “Remember the Name” hits, and Monica Gold makes her entrance. With a look and presence, she radiates arrogance and confidence, her eyes fixed on her opponents as she strides to the ring. She taunts the fans, unfazed by their reaction, and joins Satine in the ring. The two heels exchange a knowing look, their chemistry evident as they prepare to dominate.
Jackhammer: These two women, Monica Gold and Satine Nicole, have already made their presence felt earlier when they came out and helped Cassidy Reign defeat Jada Phoenix to form some kind of alliance and help Reign advance to the finals of the ECE Women’s Title tournament.
Cecil: As I said earlier Hammer, It helps to have friends.
The atmosphere shifts as Jasmine Sky, bounces onto the stage with a bright smile, hyping up the crowd. She heads down the ramp, high-fiving fans before sliding into the ring. Jasmine’s energy contrasts with the smug attitudes of Satine and Monica, and she stands firm, eyeing her opponents as she awaits her partner.
The cheers grow louder as “Number One” by Nelly hits, and Amanda Starr makes her way to the ring. Amanda’s vibrant personality shines through as she dances down the ramp, engaging with the fans and bringing an electric energy to the arena. She joins Jasmine in the ring, sharing a quick, determined nod as they prepare to face the formidable heels.
Jackhammer: Amanda Starr and Jasmine Sky looking to knock Satine and Monica down a peg here.
Jasmine Sky starts the match for her team, squaring off against Satine Nicole. The two circle each other before locking up. Satine quickly transitions into a wrist lock, twisting Jasmine’s arm and smirking as she applies pressure. Jasmine flips through, countering into a wrist lock of her own, and follows up with a quick arm drag, sending Satine to the mat. Satine scrambles to her feet, only to be met with a dropkick from Jasmine, knocking her back into her corner. Irritated, Satine tags in Monica Gold. Monica steps into the ring with confidence, glaring at Jasmine. The two lock up, but Monica quickly overpowers Jasmine, pulling her into a side headlock. Jasmine shoves her off into the ropes, and as Monica rebounds, Jasmine ducks under her, then leaps up, catching Monica with a hurricanrana. Jasmine goes for an early cover. 1… Kickout!
Jackhammer: Jasmine on fire early here
Cecil: Let’s see if she can keep that pace.
Jasmine pulls Monica up, but Monica rakes her eyes, blinding her temporarily. Monica takes advantage, hitting Jasmine with a snap suplex, then floats over into a pin. 1…2… Kickout! Jasmine powers out, but Monica keeps the pressure on, dragging Jasmine to her corner and tagging Satine back in. Satine enters and immediately targets Jasmine’s midsection with a series of sharp kicks, backing her into the corner. She climbs up onto the middle rope, taunting the crowd before delivering a series of punches to Jasmine’s head. Jasmine slumps down, and Satine taunts Amanda on the apron, smirking as she pulls Jasmine out of the corner and hits her with a swinging neckbreaker. Satine covers. 1…2… Kickout! Frustrated, Satine drags Jasmine to the center of the ring, applying a modified chin lock, trying to wear her down. The crowd rallies behind Jasmine, clapping and chanting, and she slowly begins to fight her way back up. She delivers a series of elbows to Satine’s midsection, breaking the hold, and quickly follows up with a spinning heel kick, flooring Satine. Both women are down, and Jasmine crawls toward her corner, reaching out for Amanda. Satine reaches out and tags Monica, who charges into the ring, but Jasmine dives and tags in Amanda Starr!
Jackhammer: Amanda Starr has been tagged in!
The crowd erupts as Amanda bursts into the ring with energy. She takes Monica down with a clothesline, then knocks Satine off the apron with a high kick. Monica stumbles back to her feet, only for Amanda to catch her with a step-up enzuigiri, sending her down. Amanda goes for the cover. 1…2… Kickout! Monica kicks out, visibly frustrated as she scrambles to her feet. Amanda stays on the offensive, whipping Monica into the ropes and hitting her with a springboard crossbody, pinning her down. 1…2… Satine breaks it up! Satine stomps on Amanda, forcing her to release the pin. Jasmine runs in, charging at Satine, but Satine sidesteps, sending Jasmine crashing into the ropes. The referee restores order, sending Jasmine back to the corner. Monica takes advantage of the distraction, hitting Amanda with a backstabber, then dragging her to the center of the ring. She tags Satine back in, and the two heels begin a quick double-team assault. Monica holds Amanda in place as Satine hits a running dropkick to Amanda’s head. Satine covers. 1…2… Kickout! Amanda barely kicks out, and Satine looks at the referee in frustration.
Cecil: Amanda Starr is a fighter, Hammer.
Satine pulls Amanda up, trash-talking her before hitting a DDT, planting her on the mat. She tags in Monica, who immediately targets Amanda’s back with a series of stomps, showing no mercy. Monica drags Amanda to her feet, setting her up for a suplex, but Amanda counters, slipping behind and rolling her up. 1…2… Kickout! Amanda crawls toward her corner, reaching for Jasmine, but Monica grabs her by the ankle, pulling her back. Amanda fights, twisting and delivering an enzuigiri to Monica, finally breaking free. She dives and tags Jasmine back in. Jasmine springs into action, hitting Monica with a series of rapid punches, backing her into the ropes. She whips Monica across the ring and catches her with a high dropkick, sending Monica down. Jasmine quickly runs to the ropes, leaping off with a moonsault and covering Monica for the pin. 1…2… Satine breaks it up again! Satine stomps on Jasmine, drawing boos from the crowd.
Jackhammer: Satine and Monica working well as a team here.
Amanda rushes in, tackling Satine, and the two start brawling, eventually spilling out of the ring. The referee is distracted by the chaos on the outside, missing Monica as she takes advantage of the distraction, hitting Jasmine with a sneaky low blow to weaken her. With Jasmine down, Monica smirks and signals for her finisher. Monica locks Jasmine into the Gold Rush (Bank Statement), wrenching back on her neck and shoulders. Jasmine struggles, reaching out for the ropes, her face contorted in pain. The crowd rallies behind her, cheering her on as she fights to break free. But Monica pulls back even harder, refusing to let go, and Jasmine finally has no choice but to tap out.
Jackhammer: Jasmine Sky fought hard but that Gold Rush was too much.
The bell rings, and Monica releases the hold, smirking as she stands over Jasmine in victory. Satine re-enters the ring, joining Monica as the two heels celebrate, soaking in the boos from the crowd. They taunt the fans and their fallen opponents, reveling in their hard-fought win as they make their way out of the ring, leaving Jasmine and Amanda to regroup after a tough match. Monica and Satine reach the top of the ramp and Cassidy Reign is there waiting for them as she’s clapping her hands. She raises both Gold and Nicole’s arms as it seems like this alliance is just beginning.
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In a pre-recorded segment from earlier in the week, The scene opens to a quiet, sunlit street in a suburban Atlanta neighborhood. The air feels heavy, charged with tension that seems to echo the conflict brewing within the family that resides just down the road. Leaning against his Ford F-150, parked a few houses down, is Maniac, also known as Jake Huttman. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, his expression unreadable yet intense, as he stares off toward the Huttman family home. There’s a hardness to his gaze, a sense of bitterness that’s been brewing for years. After a long, weighted silence, he finally speaks, his voice low but filled with purpose.
MANIAC:
This house right here… it’s supposed to be home. It’s supposed to be the place where family stands by you, where loyalty means something. Growing up, I was taught that family comes first, that we’re stronger together. From my father’s legacy to every single damn person in that house, I was told it was my duty to protect our name, to lift them up. And I did. I played my part like a good little soldier. . .
He clenches his jaw, casting his eyes down to the ground for a moment before looking back up, his gaze steely. .
MANIAC:
But now? I see things for what they really are. I spent years convincing myself that I owed my family everything. My loyalty, my time, my blood, my career. I would’ve given them my life without a second thought. But as it turns out, I never owed them a damn thing. . ..
He scoffs bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a step away from the truck, beginning to pace as he talks.
MANIAC:
No, it’s them who owe me. Mike and Aaron… they owe me for every time they held me down, for every year they kept me locked in that cage of theirs. I was supposed to be grateful, right? Grateful that they let me tag along, that they made me a part of the legacy? That’s what they wanted me to believe. ...
He stops, looking back down the street toward the house as if seeing his past laid out before him. .
MANIAC:
Aaron—the golden child, the favorite. He got the scholarship to play running back at the University of Georgia. He was the one everyone cheered for, the one they called the future. And you know what’s funny? Everyone knew I was the better player. But they handed him the spotlight. They handed him the glory. And I… I was left to be his shadow. ...
There’s a flash of pain in his eyes, quickly masked by an anger that seems to radiate off him. . .
MANIAC:
And when wrestling came calling, he did it all over again. Aaron was more than happy to bring me along, to ‘help me out’ in the business. He’d take me under his wing, make sure I was successful… as long as I wasn’t too successful. As long as I knew my place. He’d let me shine, sure—just enough to keep me quiet, to keep me on his leash. That’s how he operates. He wanted me there, but never on equal footing. Always a step behind, always in his shadow. ...
Jake’s expression darkens, the bitterness in his voice growing sharper. .
MANIAC:
And then there’s Mike. The big brother who was always so damn protective, always looking out for ‘the family.’ But where was he when I needed someone to have my back? He was too busy playing the hero, making himself out to be the savior of the family. As if he was the only one who mattered. They always told me family was everything. That we stood united, that we protected each other. But I see the truth now. Family was just another way for them to keep me in line, to keep me loyal while they reaped the rewards. Well, I’m done being loyal to a family that never gave a damn about me. I’m done being second to anyone. ...
He turns fully toward the camera, his face filled with cold determination. .
MANIAC:
Now, it’s my time. My time to take everything they held back from me. At War Games, I’m going to put my brother down for good. Aaron’s going to find out what it’s like to be on the wrong side of this family’s wrath. I’m going to show him what it feels like to be crushed, to be the one left behind, to be the one nobody’s cheering for. And as for Mike…… I just hope he makes it out of the hospital in time to see what’s coming. He can watch from his hospital bed as everything he and Aaron built together comes crashing down at my hands. He can watch as I burn their precious Huttman legacy to the ground. Because they need to understand something—they’re not the leaders of this family. They never were. ...
Jake’s gaze sharpens, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. .
MANIAC:
The real leader of the Huttman Dynasty isn’t Aaron, it isn’t Mike. It’s me. I am the Huttman legacy. And at War Games, I’m going to make damn sure that everyone remembers it. ...
He lets the words hang in the air for a moment, the weight of his declaration clear. With one final, intense look at the camera, Jake turns, walking back to his truck and opening the door. He glances once more at the Huttman family home down the street before climbing in. The engine roars to life, and with a sense of finality, he drives off, leaving the quiet neighborhood behind him as he heads toward his own twisted destiny. .
Segment:
Are The Dominion ready for War Games?
[The camera opens in the dimly lit lower corridors of the Intuit Dome. The atmosphere is cold and oppressive, with shadows stretching along the walls, faint whispers echoing through the concrete maze. Solom Noctourne, the dark and sadistic ECE World Champion, stands in a secluded corner, his expression one of calculated confidence. His trusted disciple, Grimmstone, stands nearby, his face clouded with uncertainty. Solom smirks, addressing Grimmstone in a low, almost sinister voice.]
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Solom Noctourne:
Everything is going according to plan, Grimmstone. President Ervin is out of the picture, and now… there’s no one left to stand in our way. ECE is ours for the taking.. .
[Grimmstone nods but shifts uneasily, his face reflecting a hint of doubt as he responds.]. .
Grimmstone:
But what about Jessica Huttman? Crush’s wife? She made it pretty clear that Ervin left her in charge. She’s no pushover, Solom… she could be a problem.. .
[Solom’s eyes narrow, and he scoffs, brushing off the concern with a wave of his hand.]. .
Solom Noctourne:
Jessica Huttman is a mere inconvenience, nothing more. I’ll take care of her. Her power is temporary, and her will… easily broken. No, Grimmstone, the only thing that matters now is War Games. Everything rides on it. We have to be flawless, relentless, perfect. Nothing less will suffice.. .
[Grimmstone’s face relaxes slightly, reassured, and he crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips.] .
Grimmstone:
I’m not worried. We’ve already started getting in their heads. The Dynasty, the so-called heroes… they’re unraveling. We’re in control here, boss..
[Solom’s expression darkens, his gaze piercing as he steps closer to Grimmstone.] .
Solom Noctourne: Oh, really? Is that why you lost to Chris Rider at Crash and Burn? You failed to gain custody of the boy, Grimmstone. My number one disciple… couldn’t even keep his focus. Tell me, Grimmstone, is that what you call control?. .
[Grimmstone’s confidence wavers, and he clenches his fists, jaw tightening as he looks away, feeling the sting of Solom’s words.]. .
Grimmstone:
HBR got lucky. I had him beat; he just got a moment’s break. But I promise you, Solom… it won’t happen again.. ...
[Solom’s expression softens into a sinister smile as he places a firm hand on Grimmstone’s shoulder, leaning in close.]. . .
Solom Noctourne:
See that it doesn’t. I have put a lot of trust in you, Grimmstone. You are my number one disciple, the hand of the Dark Dominion. But if you keep failing… if you continue to disappoint me, I may have to appoint a new number one disciple. One who can uphold the standards I demand.. .
[Grimmstone’s eyes flash with determination, and he straightens, looking directly into Solom’s gaze.]. .
Grimmstone:
I won’t fail again, Boss. I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever needs to be done. I always have a plan... ...
[Solom’s sinister smile grows wider, satisfied with Grimmstone’s renewed resolve. He steps back, folding his arms as he speaks with a chilling finality.]. .
Solom Noctourne:
Good. Because if there is anything less than an absolute victory for the Dark Dominion at War Games… there will be serious repercussions. Failure is not an option, Grimmstone. Not anymore... .
[Grimmstone nods, his face a mask of fierce determination, the weight of Solom’s expectations heavy upon him. The camera fades to black as the two men stand in the shadows of the Intuit Dome, plotting their next moves, the darkness of their intentions palpable in the cold silence.]
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Segment:
Crush is ready
In another prerecorded segment from earlier in the day, The scene opens in the dimly lit parking lot outside the Inglewood arena. The low rumble of a powerful engine shakes the ground, catching everyone’s attention. A sleek black 2023 Dodge Challenger roars into view, its glossy finish gleaming under the lights. The car pulls to a stop, and the arena crowd lets out a cheer, recognizing the arrival of the one and only Crush.
Crush steps out, adjusting his leather jacket, his gaze steely as he heads toward the entrance. But before he steps inside, he stops, turning toward the camera with a look that shows he’s got something on his mind.
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Crush :
Last week, I spent three days in a Philadelphia hospital. Not for myself, but for someone I consider a friend, someone who’s done everything he can to push ECE to the next level—President Kyle Ervin. Solom, I hope you’re watching, because I’ve got a question for you. Does that make you feel like a man? Beating down a man who doesn’t even step into the ring? Putting Ervin in a hospital bed? Is that how you measure your strength?. ..
Crush’s expression hardens, and he shakes his head, his jaw clenched tight..
Crush :
See, if that was your idea of sending a message, well, message received. But tonight? Tonight, I’m sending my own. When I step in that ring with Hardcore Lenny, one of your loyal little minions, it’s not just a match. It’s not just another night at X Rated. It’s a statement—a warning. And I’m making sure it’s one you can’t ignore. .
He pauses, letting the words sink in as he stares down the camera, his presence as intense as ever..
Crush :
You think you’re untouchable, Solom? You think the Dark Dominion is invincible? That you can run through ECE unchecked? Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re dead wrong. Tonight, I’m bringing the fight to you, starting with Lenny. And I want you to pay close attention to every single second, Solom. I want you to see the pain, the regret in Lenny’s eyes when he realizes he’s nothing more than a pawn in your twisted little game.. .
Crush takes a deep breath, his voice lowering but intensifying as he continues..
Crush :
War Games may be a few weeks away, but I’m not waiting until then to bring the fight to your doorstep. Tonight, in Inglewood, California, I’m tearing down the Dark Dominion, piece by piece, starting with Hardcore Lenny. Lenny, I know you’re strong. I know you’ve got that twisted side that loves to play mind games. But tonight, none of that’s gonna matter. Because when that bell rings, you’re in for a war. You’re the message, and I’m delivering it..
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes fierce and unyielding, filled with the determination of a man who won’t back down..
Crush :
Solom, you wanted a war? Well, you’ve got one. And if putting Ervin in the hospital was your way of scaring me, think again. I’m standing here, and I’m not afraid of you or the Dominion. Tonight, I’m coming for blood. Tonight, the war begins.. .
Crush stares into the camera one last time, his intense gaze promising the chaos to come. Without another word, he turns and strides toward the entrance, leaving the camera to capture his unwavering determination. The screen fades as Crush disappears into the arena, the crowd’s anticipation reaching a fever pitch for the battle ahead..
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The arena fills with a dark, ominous atmosphere as “Ony the Strongest Survive” by Saliva hits. The crowd begins to boo as the lights dim, and The Enterprise – Sean Matthews, Ronnie Styles, and Miller Magnum – make their entrance together. Matthews leads the way, pouring water over his head before spitting it in the air. Styles smirks as he walks beside Matthews, exuding arrogance with every step. Magnum trails slightly behind, raising his arms in a display of superiority. The three men reach the ring, ignoring the crowd’s jeers, each one glaring down the ramp with unshaken confidence, knowing their collective dominance as The Enterprise.
Jackhammer: The Enterprise has been one of the integral forces since Day One here in ECE but that could change if Real Deal beats Mike Sanders at War Games.
Cecil: Shut up, Hammer. I don’t even wanna think about ECE without The Enterprise.
The crowd erupts as “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour blares through the speakers. Matt Justice appears at the top of the ramp, raising his fists and rallying the fans. Justice soaks in the crowd’s energy as he heads down the ramp, his eyes locked on The Enterprise. He slides into the ring, standing confidently as he glares across at Matthews, Styles, and Magnum, showing he’s ready to bring the fight.
The cheers grow louder as “Hunt You Down” hits, and Real Deal makes his entrance. With fierce determination, he charges down the ramp, eager to get his hands on The Enterprise. Real Deal slides into the ring, nodding to Justice before fixing his gaze on The Enterprise, his intensity fueling the crowd’s excitement.
The arena goes dark, and an intense, haunting theme plays as fog fills the entrance. The crowd is on their feet as Doomsday, steps onto the stage. He scans the crowd with an intense, steely gaze before making his way to the ring, each step deliberate and powerful. Doomsday enters the ring, joining his partners with an intimidating presence, glaring down The Enterprise, ready to unleash devastation on behalf of the fans.
Jackhammer: The Enterprise has their hands full with these three, Cecil.
Cecil: What’s up with Doomsday? What gives him the right to interfere in Enterprise business?
The tension in the arena is palpable as both teams prepare for what promises to be a brutal, high-stakes clash. Real Deal starts the match for his team against Ronnie Styles. The two men circle each other, sizing each other up, before locking up in a test of strength. Styles quickly transitions into a side headlock, wrenching it tight. Real Deal fights to push him off into the ropes, and as Styles rebounds, Real Deal counters with a hard shoulder tackle, sending Styles to the mat. Styles rolls to his feet, clearly irritated, and charges back at Real Deal. Real Deal catches him with a dropkick, sending Styles stumbling into his team’s corner, where Magnum tags himself in. Miller Magnum steps into the ring, his smug grin disappearing as he stares down Real Deal. They lock up, and Magnum overpowers Real Deal, pushing him back into the corner and delivering several heavy knees to Real Deal’s midsection. Magnum follows up with a hard Irish whip, sending Real Deal crashing into the opposite corner. Magnum charges in and lands a running splash, crushing Real Deal against the turnbuckles. Real Deal stumbles forward, and Magnum capitalizes, lifting him for a quick vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a moment before dropping him hard. Magnum hooks the leg. 1… Kickout! Undeterred, Magnum tags in Sean Matthews. Matthews, with a sinister grin, steps in and drags Real Deal to his feet. He whips Real Deal into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a devastating spinebuster. Matthews floats over into a cover. 1…2… Kickout! Real Deal barely kicks out, but Matthews isn’t done. He lifts Real Deal, dragging him to The Enterprise’s corner and landing hard chops to his chest, each one echoing throughout the arena. The crowd boos as Matthews gloats, and Styles tags himself in.
Cecil: You know Mike Sanders sent his boys out here with one mission and that was to soften Real Deal up before War Games.
Styles enters, mocking Real Deal before delivering a calculated stomp to his head. Styles then lifts Real Deal for a backbreaker, holding him across his knee to inflict extra pain. Real Deal cries out, reaching for his corner, but Styles keeps him grounded, pushing down on his chin and legs to extend the agony. Finally, Styles shoves Real Deal off his knee, going for a quick cover. 1…2… Kickout! Real Deal won’t stay down, much to Styles’ frustration. Real Deal uses the moment to roll toward his corner, reaching out for a tag. Styles tries to cut him off, but Real Deal dives and tags in Matt Justice, bringing the crowd to life. Justice charges in, taking Styles down with a series of clotheslines. Styles staggers back to his feet, only to be met with a high knee strike from Justice. Magnum enters the ring to intervene, but Justice catches him with a quick step-up enzuigiri, sending him tumbling to the mat. Justice turns his attention back to Styles, scooping him up for a swinging neckbreaker, then covering him for the pin. 1…2… Matthews breaks it up! Matthews stomps on Justice, allowing Styles to recover and crawl back to his corner to tag in Magnum. Magnum steps back in, determined to regain control. He whips Justice into the ropes and catches him with a massive clothesline. Justice quickly rolls to his feet, but Magnum catches him again, this time with a big boot that drops him. Magnum goes for a pin. 1…2… Kickout! Justice kicks out, but Magnum immediately pulls him up, throwing him into The Enterprise’s corner, where Matthews tags himself back in.
Jackhammer: It’s gonna take more than that to keep Matt Justice down
Matthews begins working Justice over with sharp elbows, trying to wear him down. He pulls Justice into the center of the ring, setting up for the Terminator, but Justice manages to counter, lifting Matthews up and over with a back body drop. Justice, desperate, crawls to his corner, reaching for Doomsday’s hand. The crowd cheers as Doomsday finally tags in. Doomsday storms into the ring, charging at Matthews and dropping him with a big boot. Styles rushes in to help, but Doomsday catches him with a spinning back elbow. Magnum re-enters as well, but Doomsday takes him down with a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing him across the ring. Matthews staggers to his feet, and Doomsday takes him down with a thunderous spinebuster. He hooks the leg for the cover. 1…2… Styles breaks it up! Real Deal and Justice rush into the ring, each targeting Styles and Magnum to even the odds. Real Deal brawls with Styles, sending him over the top rope with a clothesline, while Justice and Magnum exchange heavy punches. Real Deal joins Justice, and the two team up to send Magnum out of the ring as well, leaving Doomsday and Matthews alone in the ring.
Jackhammer: Doomsday’s team is on fire here
Cecil: The Enterprise better get their heads in the game.
Matthews, realizing he’s cornered, tries to rally with punches, but Doomsday absorbs the blows, shaking them off with a fierce expression. He grabs Matthews by the throat, lifting him up, but Matthews rakes his eyes, blinding him temporarily. Matthews sees his chance and hooks Doomsday’s arms, setting up for the Terminator once more. Suddenly, Real Deal rushes back in, hitting Matthews with a spear before he can complete the move. Matthews is down, dazed, and Doomsday uses the opportunity to catch his breath, standing tall as the crowd roars. With Matthews stunned, Doomsday pulls him up and signals for the end. He hoists Matthews up, positioning him in the crucifix position. The crowd is on fire as Doomsday executes The Reckoning – a brutal sitout crucifix powerbomb, slamming Matthews to the mat with devastating impact. Doomsday hooks the leg for the cover as Justice and Real Deal stand guard, blocking any interference.
1………..
2……………..
3!!!!
Jackhammer: Doomsday just pinned Sean Matthews!
Cecil: Well Mike sure isn’t gonna like that one
The bell rings, and Doomsday, Justice, and Real Deal stand victorious in the ring. The crowd erupts in cheers as The Enterprise retreats, humiliated and defeated. Doomsday stands tall in the center, looking down at Matthews, Styles, and Magnum with intense focus, his presence overpowering as Justice and Real Deal join him. The fans cheer for the trio as they celebrate their hard-fought victory, raising their hands in triumph as Magnum and Styles just walk up the ramp WITHOUT Matthews as he sits on the ramp, trying to catch his breath.
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Doomsday/Matt Justice/Real Deal |
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The arena lights go dark as The War You Wanted hits and Jason Cross, representing the Dark Dominion, steps out from the shadows. Cross carries a menacing aura as he marches down the ramp, ignoring the crowd’s boos. He rolls into the ring, pacing back and forth with focused intensity, waiting for his opponent.
Jackhammer: It is clear that Jason Cross is out here with one mission and that is to test Konrad Raab.
Cecil: I guess Solom wants to make sure he is a good fit with the Dark Dominion. They’re a pretty tight knit group over there. Can’t be letting in any riff raff.
Feuer Frei by Rammstein plays over the sound system as Intercontinental Champion Konrad comes out through the curtain with his flanged German mace with him, acting erratic with an angry look on his face, rising the flanged German mace in the air, wearing red and black skull face paint on the right side of his face with a red and black suit hoodie over his head he wears with pieces of flame blood designed all over them. He also has a penguin, walrus and a polar bear stitching on the left-hand side of his chest on his gear, stating Stop Climate Change. He also wears black boots along with Red and Black Gloves on his hands before he crouches down on the floor with the flanged German mace in front of him, looking at the ring with evil intentions. Konrad picks up his flanged German mace and slowly walks to the ring with mixed reactions before Konrad runs up the steps and goes underneath the ropes. As he's in the ring, Konrad without showing any sign of acknowledgement from the fans, lays the flanged German mace on the turnbuckle, then sits in the corner of the ring with the crowd mixing cheers and boos for him, having a nasty look in his eyes, flicking his fists as if he's already ready to fight, with ring staff taking Konrad's flanged German mace away, waiting for the match to start as he takes his hoodie off from his head.
Jackhammer: Konrad has been pretty impressive so far in his ECE run. He’s yet to take a loss and has captured the Intercontinental Title in the process.
The two men circle each other, feeling out the tension before locking up in the center of the ring. Cross quickly transitions into a side headlock, wrenching it tight. Konrad shoves him off, sending Cross into the ropes, and attempts a shoulder tackle, but Cross counters with a shoulder of his own, staggering Konrad. Cross smirks, taunting Konrad, before hitting a quick snap suplex. Cross goes for an early pin. 1… Kickout! Cross pulls Konrad to his feet, landing a hard knee to his midsection, followed by a series of quick forearm strikes. He drives Konrad into the corner and hits a running elbow, leaving Konrad dazed. Cross lifts Konrad onto the top turnbuckle, setting up for a superplex. However, Konrad fights back, delivering punches to Cross’s midsection, eventually shoving him off the turnbuckle and back to the mat. With Cross down, Konrad stands on the second rope and leaps, hitting Cross with a diving shoulder tackle. Konrad covers. 1…2… Kickout! Konrad wastes no time, pulling Cross up and hitting a back suplex, driving him down hard. He follows up with a leg drop and hooks the leg again. 1…2… Kickout! Cross powers out, visibly frustrated as he scrambles to his feet.
Jackhammer: Konrad proving he’s up to the challenge here.
Cross charges at Konrad, but Konrad catches him with a quick hip toss, sending Cross sprawling. Cross rolls out of the ring to regroup, pacing around to gather himself. Konrad steps onto the apron, watching as Cross slowly approaches. Konrad jumps off, attempting a double axe handle, but Cross sidesteps, and Konrad crashes onto the floor. Cross takes advantage, grabbing Konrad and slamming him into the barricade. The referee starts the count as Cross rolls Konrad back into the ring and follows. Cross goes for another pin. 1…2… Kickout! Cross looks visibly annoyed, pulling Konrad up and signaling for his finishing move, the Cross Over (double arm DDT). He hooks Konrad’s arms, preparing to end the match. Suddenly, a commotion stirs in the crowd. Bryan Huttman, a member of The Dynasty, appears, slipping through the audience and jumping onto the barricade. He yells at Cross, catching his attention just as he’s about to execute the Cross Over. Cross, distracted, releases Konrad and turns toward Bryan, shouting at him to back off.
Cecil: What the hell is BRYAN HUTTMAN doing here?! He wasn’t even booked for this show!
Taking advantage of the distraction, Konrad gets to his feet, shaking off the effects of the match. As Cross turns back around, Konrad catches him off guard, kicking him in the midsection and setting him up for his finisher. With the crowd buzzing, Konrad lifts Cross into position and executes the Burn Blooded Killer (vertebreaker), dropping Cross onto his neck with brutal impact. Konrad hooks the leg for the pin as the crowd counts along.
1………..
2………..
3!!!
Jackhammer: Konrad does it again!
Cecil: Yeah but not without the help of that damn Huttman!
The bell rings, and Konrad Raab stands tall, victorious after a hard-fought match. He raises his hand in victory, glancing at Bryan Huttman, who smirks before disappearing back into the crowd. Cross lies defeated in the ring, furious over the interference, as Konrad celebrates his win with the cheering fans.
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Segment:
Hardcore Lenny remembers
The scene opens in a dim, eerie basement of the Intuit Dome, far beneath the bustling crowd gathered above for tonight’s ECE X Rated. Flickering lightbulbs cast long shadows on the cold, concrete walls, illuminating the unsettling presence of Hardcore Lenny, one of the Dark Dominion’s most fearsome members. Dressed in a dark, tattered cloak, he rocks slowly back and forth on an old wooden chair, his unsettling smile barely visible in the dim light. His voice breaks the silence, a low, haunting tone that echoes through the basement.
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Hardcore Lenny:
Isn’t it funny how history repeats itself? Me and Crush, we’ve danced this dance before, in places like CHCW, UHW, and now, right here in ECE. Each time, the stakes get higher, the blood gets thicker, and the pain… oh, the pain runs deeper. But tonight, Crush… tonight is different. You see, this time it’s personal.
Lenny’s smile fades, replaced by a sinister intensity as he leans forward, the light casting an unsettling glow across his face. .
Hardcore Lenny:
Last week, our champion, Solom Noctourne, sent a message when he left Kyle Ervin battered and broken. And that was just the beginning. Just a taste of what’s to come. You see, War Games isn’t just some match—it’s a reckoning. A final cleansing. And at War Games, Crush, you and your little team of misfits, of Huttmans and hangers-on, you’ll all come face-to-face with the true power of the Dark Dominion. .
He pauses, his expression darkening as his voice drops to a whisper that somehow feels even more menacing. . .
Hardcore Lenny:
You think you’re bringing the war to us tonight? Oh, no, no, no, Crush… you’re wrong. The war… it’s already begun. It began the moment Solom left Ervin in that hospital bed. It began when the Dominion showed this company exactly who holds the power, who pulls the strings. And tonight, Crush, tonight I’m gonna pull that trigger myself. ...
Lenny slowly rises from his chair, his eyes blazing with twisted delight as he steps toward the camera, his movements deliberate, haunting. .
Hardcore Lenny:
You’re coming out here tonight to fight for your friends, for your family, for the Dynasty. But when you step into that ring with me, Crush, you’re stepping into the mouth of madness. You’re stepping into a place where nothing makes sense except for pain and power, and I’ll make sure you feel every ounce of it. I’ll make sure you understand that this isn’t just a match. It’s a warning. Tonight, I’m gonna show the entire world exactly what happens when you cross the Dominion. ...
He lets out a low, unsettling chuckle, his gaze piercing as he stares directly into the camera. .
Hardcore Lenny:
Crush, tonight, in front of your wife… in front of your cousins… I will put you down. I will break you, not just for the Dark Dominion, but for the truth that lies behind it. You’re standing in the way of something far bigger than you or your family, and tonight, I’m gonna make sure you understand that. ...
Lenny’s smile returns, but this time it’s filled with malice, a twisted, mocking expression that promises nothing but pain. .
Hardcore Lenny:
The Dominion will eradicate the Huttman dynasty. We will sweep through your bloodline, your legacy, and leave nothing but ashes behind. And it starts tonight, with you, Crush. So bring your war, bring your fight, bring all the heart and fire you can muster. It won’t be enough. Because when that bell rings, it’s not just Hardcore Lenny waiting for you in that ring… it’s the whole dark dominion. It’s the inevitable end. Tonight, Crush, I’m gonna pull the trigger. And when I’m done… when you’re lying there broken… I want you to remember every single word I’ve said. Remember this moment, because it’s the last time you’ll ever underestimate the Dominion. . ...
With that, Lenny lets out a final haunting chuckle, disappearing back into the shadows of the basement as the camera slowly fades to black. The eerie silence is the only reminder of the darkness that awaits Crush later tonight.
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Segment:
Final Preparations
The camera cuts to the backstage area where TJ Alexander is warming up, rolling his shoulders and throwing a few practice punches, loosening up for the night ahead. Heart Break Rider, also known as Chris, walks up, his trademark swagger on full display, looking every bit like a veteran who’s been through the wars. TJ notices him and grins, extending a fist that Rider taps in return.
HBR : You ready for tonight, kid? Solom and his merry band of psychos aren’t going to make this easy. .
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TJ Alexander: As ready as I’ll ever be, bruv. Solom and I, we’ve had our own… issues. But tonight? This ain’t about personal grudges. It’s about putting an end to his little Dark Dominion once and for all. .
Rider nods, folding his arms across his chest, a serious look crossing his face. . .
HBR : Good. ’Cause things aren’t over between me and Grimmstone, either. That guy’s been a thorn in my side for too damn long. Solom, Grimmstone, Cross—they think they can run roughshod over this place like they own it. Tonight, we make a statement, and we make it loud. .
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TJ’s expression shifts to one of intense focus as he takes in Rider’s words. There’s a fire in his eyes, a determination that reflects the stakes of the night. . .
TJ Alexander: Then let’s make it count. Solom’s done running his mouth, and Grimmstone’s done lurking in the shadows. We stand on the same page tonight, yeah? No matter what they throw at us, we fight together. And if this ends up going to War Games… then we finish it there.. .
HBR : That’s the spirit. Because that’s exactly what it’s going to take. Solom, Grimmstone, the whole damn Dark Dominion—they’re gonna come at us with everything they’ve got. But if we stick together, if we stay focused and on the same page? They don’t stand a chance. .
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TJ nods firmly, the weight of the moment setting in as he meets Rider’s eyes. . . .
TJ Alexander: No backing down tonight. No hesitation. We end this, and if they want to take it to War Games? We’ll be ready, mate. We’ll be ready to tear ‘em apart. .
Rider grins, that trademark Heart Break Rider smirk creeping onto his face. .
HBR : That’s what I like to hear. Let’s show them what happens when you mess with us. Tonight, TJ, we’re going out there to make a statement—and they’re never gonna forget it.
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The two share a determined nod, the intensity palpable as they prepare for the night’s battle. With one last look at each other, they part ways, heading toward the curtain, ready to take on the Dark Dominion and show exactly what they’re made of.
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Segment:
A New Group is Formed
The scene cuts to the parking lot outside the arena, where Cassidy Reign, fresh off her victory in the semi-finals of the ECE Women’s Title Tournament, walks confidently toward a sleek black SUV. Flanking her are Monica Gold and Satine Nicole, both sporting cocky smirks as they walk in sync with Cassidy. The trio exudes an aura of confidence and power, basking in the victory as they head toward their vehicle. Cassidy stops just before reaching the car, turning back to face the camera with a smug grin, clearly eager to address what just happened in the ring.
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Cassidy Reign :
What Jada Phoenix witnessed tonight was just the beginning. She thought she stood a chance, thought she could handle me on her own. But what she got was a taste of the future—the future of this division, built in our image. .
Cassidy looks to Monica and Satine, who both nod in agreement, crossing their arms and glaring confidently into the camera.
Cassidy Reign :
What you saw out there was the birth of something unstoppable. Divine Destruction… that’s what we are. And together, we’re going to take this newly formed women’s division and mold it into something greater. Something divine. Jada was just the first step. A warning shot, if you will. .
Satine Nicole chuckles, tossing her hair back as she looks directly into the camera, her eyes filled with mischief.
Satine Nicole :
Exactly. See, Jada? You were nothing but a preview of what’s coming. You got in the way, and you paid the price. Anyone else who tries to stand up to us? They’ll meet the same fate. ..
Monica Gold :
Cassidy’s right. We’re here to create something new, something powerful. And trust me, nobody’s ready for what’s coming. Nobody has the nerve, the skill, or the power to stand up to Divine Destruction.
Cassidy straightens, her expression turning cold as she shifts her focus to the next match—the finals.
Cassidy Reign :
Which brings me to Serenity Knight and Syn...I don't care who wins tonight because whoever does, She’s next in line, the so-called ‘final piece’ before I take my rightful place as the first-ever ECE Women’s World Champion. Serenity, Syn I hope you’re watching, because at War Games, I’m not just going to beat you—I’m going to end you. This title, this division—it’s my destiny. It belongs to us. ..
Cassidy raises her hand, motioning to Monica and Satine, as the three stand united in their mission.
Cassidy Reign :
This is Divine Destruction, and nothing and no one will stand in our way. We’re taking over this women’s division, and by the time we’re done, it will be transformed in our image. ..
With a final smirk, Cassidy turns to enter the SUV, followed by Monica and Satine. The camera lingers as the door shuts, capturing the ominous vibe radiating from inside the vehicle. The SUV pulls out of the parking lot, leaving a sense of foreboding in the air as Divine Destruction drives off, ready to make their mark on ECE in the weeks to come.
Segment:
Konrad and Matt Justice exchange words
[The scene opens backstage after X Rated, where Maverick Matt Justice is celebrating his hard-fought victory. He’s surrounded by a few friends and staff, a look of satisfaction on his face as he takes in the win. Suddenly, the crowd parts, and Konrad Raab, the Intercontinental Champion, steps into the room. He gives Justice a respectful nod, a small smile playing on his face.]
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Konrad Raab :
Congratulations, Maverick. That was one hell of a fight out there tonight. You earned it. .
Matt Justice :
Thanks, Konrad. But let’s be real—tonight? Tonight was just a warm-up. The main course is coming at War Games, when I step into that ring and relieve you of that Intercontinental Championship. Now that’ll be a real victory. ..
[Konrad chuckles, his expression unwavering as he pats the title on his shoulder.]
Konrad Raab :
Well, you might think so, but I’ve worked my whole career for this title, Maverick. I’m not just gonna let it slip away. I’ve defended this belt against the best, and I intend to keep it that way. So if you think you’re just gonna waltz into War Games and take this from me, you’ve got another thing coming. .
[Justice raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a smug smile as he leans back, sizing Konrad up.]
Matt Justice :
See, that’s your problem, Konrad. You talk about how much this title means to you, but you’re not even focused on it. That’s why I’m walking out of War Games as champion—because you’re too busy chasing shadows and playing in Solom Noctourne’s world to see what’s right in front of you. .
[Konrad’s smile fades slightly as he narrows his eyes, clearly not appreciating the implication.]
Konrad Raab :
What’s that supposed to mean? .
Matt Justice :
It means you’re distracted, Konrad. I see you out there doing ‘test matches’ with the Dark Dominion, entertaining their little recruitment schemes. It wouldn’t even surprise me if you were the one who vandalized my therapist’s office last week, just to throw me off my game. .
[Konrad’s eyes widen with surprise, and he shakes his head emphatically, cutting Justice off.]
Konrad Raab :
Hold on a minute, Maverick. I would never do anything like that to you or to your therapist. I don’t know who vandalized their office, but I’ll tell you this—I’m going to find out who did. And believe me, it’s not me, and it’s not about some petty mind game. ....
[Justice shrugs, unconvinced, as he looks Konrad up and down.]
Matt Justice :
Well, maybe you should stop worrying about Dark Dominion and start worrying about me. Because at War Games, you won’t have Solom, Grimmstone, or any other distractions to save you. It’s gonna be you, me, and that title, and I’m bringing my A-game. . ....
[Konrad steps closer, holding his title firmly as he stares Justice down.]
Konrad Raab :
Don’t worry about who I’m focused on, Maverick. Just make sure you’re ready for Los Angeles, because I’m bringing my A-game, and we’ll see who’s really focused. We’ll see who wants it more. At War Games, Maverick, you’ll find out that I’m not just fighting to keep this title. I’m fighting to prove why I earned it in the first place. ....
Matt Justice :
Good. Because when I take it from you, I want you to have no excuses. . ....
[With that, Konrad turns and walks away, leaving Justice standing there with a confident grin, the anticipation for their showdown at War Games hanging heavy in the air. The camera fades as Justice watches Konrad go, already envisioning his path to victory.]
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The arena lights dim to a deep purple as Never Gonna Stop hits the sound system. Smoke billows onto the stage, and Syn, a member of the Dark Dominion, steps out slowly. With her intense gaze and dark, menacing presence, Syn takes her time making her way to the ring, exuding an aura of darkness. She climbs into the ring, eyes locked on the entrance as she awaits her opponent, looking ready to unleash her fury.
Jackhammer: Syn trying to add even more gold to the Dark Dominion by winning the ECE Women’s Championship at War Games.
The lights brighten, shifting to a vibrant hue, as “Gangsta's Paradise” blasts through the speakers. Serenity Knight, embodying strength and confidence, steps onto the stage. Serenity exudes an aura of power as she strides down the ramp, greeting fans and rallying the crowd. She enters the ring with determination, staring down Syn, knowing the stakes are high in this semi-final match.
Cecil:This Serenity Knight has impressed since she arrived in ECE. Syn has her work cut out for her.
The two competitors circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Serenity uses her power advantage to push Syn back into the ropes, but Syn quickly counters, slipping behind Serenity and locking in a waist lock. Serenity tries to break free, but Syn transitions into a side headlock, wrenching it in tight. Serenity shoves Syn off, sending her into the ropes, and hits her with a powerful shoulder tackle, knocking Syn to the mat. Syn rolls back to her feet, glaring at Serenity, and charges forward, only to get caught in a hip toss. Serenity follows up with a quick leg drop, then goes for an early cover. 1… Kickout! Syn kicks out decisively, showing her resilience. Serenity pulls Syn to her feet and attempts a suplex, but Syn blocks it, landing a stiff forearm to Serenity’s jaw. Syn takes control, hitting Serenity with a snapmare and following it up with a sharp kick to the spine. Serenity winces in pain, and Syn takes the opportunity to apply a modified dragon sleeper, twisting Serenity’s neck at an awkward angle. The referee checks on Serenity, but she fights through the pain, using her strength to slowly work her way back to her feet.
Jackhammer: Serenity is strong.. You gotta do more than that to keep her down
Serenity counters the hold with a series of elbows to Syn’s midsection, finally breaking free. She hits Syn with a quick knee to the gut, doubling her over, and follows with a thunderous gutwrench suplex, throwing Syn across the ring. Serenity goes for another pin attempt. 1…2… Kickout! Syn kicks out again, clearly feeling the effects of Serenity’s power. Serenity lifts Syn, looking to continue her assault, but Syn rakes Serenity’s eyes, temporarily blinding her. Taking advantage, Syn delivers a low dropkick to Serenity’s knee, causing her to stumble. Syn then targets the weakened leg, stomping on it repeatedly, trying to keep Serenity grounded. She drags Serenity toward the corner, lifts her leg, and slams it against the turnbuckle, further damaging the knee.
Cecil: That’s what makes Syn’s experience so valuable… Targeting the knee of the bigger opponent.
With Serenity down, Syn climbs the ropes, perching herself on the second rope. She measures Serenity and leaps off, hitting a diving double knee drop right to Serenity’s weakened knee. Serenity cries out in pain as Syn goes for the cover. 1…2… Kickout! Serenity powers out, but her leg is clearly hurting. Syn doesn’t relent, applying a single-leg Boston Crab, wrenching back on Serenity’s injured leg. Serenity grits her teeth, reaching for the ropes, but Syn pulls her back to the center of the ring, increasing the pressure. The crowd begins clapping, rallying behind Serenity as she digs deep, using her upper body strength to slowly crawl toward the ropes. After a struggle, she finally grabs the bottom rope, forcing Syn to break the hold. Frustrated, Syn pulls Serenity up, setting her up for a suplex, but Serenity counters, lifting Syn and dropping her with a thunderous spinebuster. The impact shakes the ring, and both women are down, trying to recover. The referee begins the ten-count as the crowd chants for Serenity.
Jackhammer: Both women trying to recover here. Whoever does first may win this match.
At the count of seven, both women make it to their feet. Syn charges at Serenity, but Serenity sidesteps and catches Syn with a hard clothesline. Syn stumbles back up, only to be met with another clothesline. Serenity, feeding off the energy of the crowd, picks Syn up and hits a powerful belly-to-belly suplex, sending Syn across the ring. Sensing the end, Serenity waits as Syn slowly gets to her feet. She hoists Syn up onto her shoulders, setting her up for her finishing move, Knightfall (Jaded). Syn struggles, trying to wriggle free, but Serenity tightens her grip and, with a fierce look, drops Syn with the Knightfall, slamming her down with authority. Serenity covers, hooking the leg. 1…2…3!
Cecil: I can’t believe it but Serenity wins again!
The bell rings, and Serenity Knight stands victorious, her hand raised high as the crowd cheers. She soaks in the moment, knowing she’s earned her spot in the finals of the ECE Women’s Championship Tournament. Syn rolls out of the ring, defeated, as Serenity celebrates her hard-fought victory in the center of the ring.
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The lights in the arena dim to near darkness as Theme of the Fog begins to play. Fog seeps onto the stage as Solom Noctourne and Grimmstone of the Dark Dominion make their entrance together. Solom, with a dark, menacing aura, leads the way, his face painted in intimidating skeletal designs. Grimmstone, walks beside him, exuding a silent intensity. They both pause at the top of the ramp, glaring into the crowd before methodically making their way to the ring. Once inside, they stand motionless, staring at the entrance with sinister confidence as they await their opponents.
Jackhammer: The Dark Dominion are on a roll heading into War Games
Cecil: Yeah but you gotta figure Crush’s team has a plan.
The atmosphere shifts as the fast-paced beat of "The Touch" By Stan Bush hits, and TJ Alexander, high-energy and exuding confidence, bursts onto the stage. TJ Alexander walks onto stages and raises his hands out to the side, he walks down the ramp with a cocky arrogance and chip on his shoulder, and TJ runs into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and looks into the crowd with a smile on his face.. He stands on the turnbuckle, staring down Solom and Grimmstone with a fierce determination.
As TJ’s music fades, “Killing Me Slowly” by Bad Wolves hits, and the crowd erupts as Heart Break Rider (HBR) steps out. HBR makes his way down the ramp, confidently eyeing his opponents. He slides into the ring, acknowledging TJ with a nod before shifting his focus to Solom and Grimmstone, ready for the challenge.
Jackhammer: Alot of history here with HBR and Grimmstone
TJ Alexander starts off for his team, facing Grimmstone. They circle each other before locking up. Grimmstone uses his strength to overpower TJ, pushing him back into the corner. The ref calls for a break, but Grimmstone sneaks in a quick elbow to TJ’s jaw. TJ stumbles, and Grimmstone seizes the opportunity, whipping TJ into the opposite corner and following with a running knee strike. Grimmstone grabs TJ and slams him with a quick snap suplex, going for an early pin. 1… Kickout! Grimmstone pulls TJ to his feet and throws him into the ropes, but TJ counters with a handspring off the ropes, rebounding back with a flying elbow that catches Grimmstone off guard. TJ follows up with a series of quick kicks, targeting Grimmstone’s legs and midsection, keeping him off balance. TJ goes for a high-speed hurricanrana, but Grimmstone counters, catching him mid-move and driving him down with a sit-out powerbomb. Grimmstone hooks the leg. 1…2… Kickout!
Cecil: Gotta do more than that to keep TJ down
Grimmstone tags in Solom Noctourne, who steps over the ropes with a cold, calculated look. Solom approaches TJ and pulls him up, delivering a stiff elbow to the side of his head. He lifts TJ for a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for several seconds before slamming him down. Solom covers. 1…2… Kickout! Solom doesn’t waste any time, pulling TJ back up and setting him up for a chokeslam. He lifts TJ, but TJ counters mid-air, flipping over Solom’s arm and landing on his feet. TJ jumps up and hits Solom with a desperation enzuigiri, sending him stumbling. TJ crawls toward his corner, reaching out for HBR. Solom shakes off the enzuigiri and lunges to grab TJ’s leg, but TJ dives and makes the hot tag to HBR! The crowd erupts as HBR enters the ring, bursting with energy. He lands a series of chops to Solom’s chest, each one echoing through the arena. Solom staggers, and HBR hits him with a flying forearm, taking him down. Solom rolls back up, only to eat a beautiful dropkick from HBR. HBR goes for the pin. 1…2… Kickout! Solom powers out, looking surprised by HBR’s quick offense.
Jackhammer: I don’t think Solom expected that offense from HBR here.
HBR picks Solom up and whips him into the ropes, preparing for a back body drop. Solom stops short and counters with a knee to HBR’s face, stunning him. Solom tags Grimmstone back in. Grimmstone enters with calculated aggression, delivering a quick strike combo of knees and elbows to HBR. He whips HBR into the corner and follows with a high knee, crushing HBR against the turnbuckles. Grimmstone drags him out of the corner and goes for a brainbuster, lifting HBR up and slamming him down hard. Grimmstone hooks the leg. 1…2… Kickout! HBR barely escapes. Grimmstone tags Solom back in, and the two men of the Dark Dominion begin a double-team assault. They whip HBR into the ropes and deliver a double clothesline, taking him down. Solom lifts HBR and holds him as Grimmstone climbs to the top rope, but HBR wriggles free and shoves Solom into Grimmstone, causing Grimmstone to fall off the turnbuckle to the outside. With Solom temporarily alone, HBR hits a jaw-dropping Heart Stopper, taking Solom down.
Cecil: HBR needs to either make the cover or make a tag
HBR crawls to his corner, reaching out to TJ, who’s desperate for the tag. HBR stretches and finally tags TJ in. TJ springs into action, scaling the top rope and launching himself at Solom with a flying crossbody. He pops back up and sees Grimmstone climbing back onto the apron. TJ hits Grimmstone with a spinning kick, knocking him back to the floor. TJ then turns back to Solom, lifting him up and hitting him with a snap dragon suplex, bridging for a pin. 1…2… Kickout! Solom powers out. TJ signals to the crowd, ready to finish it. He climbs to the top rope, looking for the 450 Splash, but Grimmstone rushes over and shakes the ropes, causing TJ to lose his balance and crash down onto the turnbuckle. Solom takes advantage, tagging in Grimmstone. Grimmstone re-enters, stalking TJ as he tries to recover on the top rope. Grimmstone pulls TJ off and plants him with a brutal spinning back suplex. He covers. 1…2… HBR breaks it up! The ref forces HBR back to his corner as Grimmstone sneers, pulling TJ up once more.
Jackhammer: Grimmstone is getting pissed off
Grimmstone whips TJ into his own corner, where HBR tags himself back in. HBR jumps over the top rope, hitting Grimmstone with a shoulder block that staggers him. HBR unleashes a flurry of strikes, hitting a flying forearm and following up with a scoop slam. HBR signals for the Sweet Chin Music, tuning up as Grimmstone stirs. He goes for it, but Grimmstone ducks, and HBR spins around right into a devastating spinning back elbow from Solom on the apron. Dazed, HBR stumbles back toward Grimmstone, who quickly sets up and executes The Final Curse – a brutal Black Mass spin kick that connects perfectly with HBR’s jaw, dropping him instantly. Grimmstone covers HBR as Solom rushes to block TJ from intervening.
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3!!!!
Jackhammer: Dammit! The Dominion wins again!
Solom and Grimmstone stand tall in the ring, their dark aura looming as the crowd watches in stunned silence. They share a sinister glance, knowing they have claimed another victory for the Dark Dominion.
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Segment:
Doomsday is prepared for The Enterprise
[The scene opens in a darkened backstage area. Doomsday, fresh off a decisive victory in a 6-man tag match over The Enterprise, stands alone in the shadows. He’s imposing, intense, his expression unwavering as he stares directly into the camera. Every inch of his presence radiates an almost supernatural confidence, a purpose-driven aura that commands attention. With his calm but menacing tone, he begins to speak, each word measured and laced with intensity.]
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Doomsday :
Tonight… tonight was just a taste. A glimpse of what’s coming. The Enterprise… they thought they could waltz into ECE, think they’re untouchable, manipulate anyone they want, take whatever they please. They thought they could create a world where they’re always on top. But the problem with being at the top… is that the fall is so much farther. Tonight, I began to correct the first of many injustices in ECE. And believe me, this is only the beginning. ..
[He pauses, his eyes narrowing, his focus unwavering as he allows his words to settle in.]
Doomsday :
You see, I don’t care about your alliances, your agendas, or who’s pulling the strings. I don’t care about the games or the politics. I’m not here for that. I’m here for a purpose… a purpose far greater than any of these petty squabbles. My purpose is to cleanse this company of the rot that’s taken hold of it. To make ECE the place it should have always been—a place where strength, discipline, and justice reign supreme. .
[He clenches his fists, his voice dropping to an intense growl.]
Doomsday :
The Enterprise, tonight, felt the first tremors of the storm that’s about to hit them. But they’re only a small part of this story. They’re simply one chapter in a much larger tale. My mission continues at War Games, and next on my path… is Ronnie Styles. Styles, you’ve strutted around like you own this place, like you’re above everyone else. You’ve hidden behind The Enterprise, thinking that group makes you powerful. But at War Games, you’re stepping into a different world, my world. And in my world… there’s no running, no hiding, no backup plan. It’s you, me, and the reality you’ve tried to ignore. And that reality is… I’m here to take what you think is yours. .
[Doomsday’s lips curl into a small, sinister smile as he reflects on Styles’ arrogance and overconfidence.]
Doomsday :
But don’t be fooled. My return to ECE? It’s not just about Styles. He’s just a small part of what I’m after. My real target… is something much bigger. You see, Ronnie, you’re just a stepping stone, a warm-up, a necessary piece of the puzzle. When War Games comes, everyone will finally start to see what I’m really after. They’ll finally understand that I didn’t come back just to settle for scraps. No, I came back to rewrite the rules, to reshape this place in my image, and to bring down anyone and everyone who stands in the way of that vision. .
[Doomsday steps closer to the camera, his face half-lit, half-consumed by shadows, his tone chilling as he speaks almost in a whisper.] ]
Doomsday :
I know that everyone in that locker room is talking about me. They’re all trying to guess what I’m after, who I’m targeting, what my next move will be. They’re all wondering, watching, waiting… and that’s exactly how I want it. Let them speculate, let them guess. Because the truth is, none of them will see it coming. Nobody in this company is ready for what I’m about to unleash. They think they know Doomsday… they think they can predict my next move. But War Games will show them how wrong they are. .
[He lets out a low, menacing chuckle, almost amused at the thought of the chaos he’s about to unleash on ECE.]
Doomsday :
War Games is only the beginning. Styles, The Enterprise, every single person who stands in my path—they’re all just obstacles. And obstacles are meant to be removed. I’m not interested in matches, in titles, in accolades. I’m interested in dominance, in control, in reshaping the very foundation of this company. And I won’t stop until every single person in ECE understands one simple truth: Doomsday isn’t here to be just another competitor. I’m here to be a reckoning. .
[He straightens, his intense gaze never leaving the camera, his voice steady and cold.]
Doomsday :
So let them keep watching, let them keep talking. They’re all clinging to their delusions, thinking they’re safe, that they’re untouchable. But at War Games… I will shatter those delusions. I will make them understand that no amount of alliances, no amount of power plays, no amount of numbers will save them. War Games will be the stage where I reveal my purpose, where I make my intentions clear for everyone to see. And after that, there will be no going back. .
[Doomsday’s gaze intensifies, his voice filled with an unshakable conviction.]
Doomsday :
So, Styles… you and The Enterprise, take tonight as a warning. War Games will be a battleground, a stage for me to show everyone what true power looks like. And when that bell rings, when it’s just you and me, there will be no mercy, no escape, and no salvation. You will look into my eyes and understand that Doomsday isn’t just a name. It’s a promise. A promise that everyone who stands in my way will fall, one by one. .
[The camera zooms in on Doomsday’s face as he delivers his final, chilling words.]
Doomsday :
And to the rest of you in ECE, consider this your only warning. Keep watching, keep guessing. But know that by the time you realize what I’m truly after… it’ll already be too late. War Games is just the beginning, and once the dust settles, you will all be living in my world. .
[The camera slowly fades to black, leaving Doomsday standing alone in the darkness, his presence radiating an aura of power and ominous intent as he prepares to unleash his wrath at War Games.]
Segment:
Serenity Knight and Cassidy Reign On A Collision Course
[The scene opens backstage, where Serenity Knight stands, breathing heavily but smiling after her hard-fought victory over Syn in the semifinals of the ECE Women’s Title Tournament. The lights are dim, and the shadows cast an intense glow on her as she revels in her win. Just then, Pete Cottonballs, ECE’s backstage interviewer, approaches her with a microphone in hand.]
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Pete Cottonballs :
Serenity, congratulations on your victory over Syn tonight! You’ve secured your spot in the finals for the ECE Women’s Championship. Syn seemed to try every trick in the book tonight. How does it feel to come out on top? ..
Serenity Knight :
Oh, Pete, Syn thought she could drag me into her twisted little world, surround me with her spooky mind games, and come out with the win. But you see, she underestimated me. She underestimated the Silent Storm of ECE. I don’t play by her rules, and I don’t fall for her games. Syn found out tonight that I’m not someone you can just intimidate with darkness. I came here for one reason: to make history. To become the first-ever ECE Women’s Champion. .
[Pete nods, then leans in, following up with another question.] .
Pete Cottonballs :
That’s a powerful statement, Serenity. But now, you’ve got Cassidy Reign in the finals at War Games. And she’s not coming alone. She’s formed this alliance, Divine Destruction, with Monica Gold and Satine Nicole. How are you preparing, knowing she has backup in her corner? ..
Serenity Knight :
The same way I prepared for Alexis Scott. The same way I just prepared for Syn. Cassidy may have Monica and Satine at her side, but I’m not backing down from anyone. I’m not walking into War Games alone; I’m walking in with the strength and resilience that got me this far. If Monica or Satine want to stick their noses in my business, they’re more than welcome to try. They can get it too. Because nothing—and I mean nothing—is going to stop Serenity Knight from walking out as the first-ever ECE Women’s Champion. .
[Suddenly, before Serenity can continue, she’s blindsided by an attack from behind. Cassidy Reign, Monica Gold, and Satine Nicole storm into the scene, blindsiding Serenity. She stumbles, caught off-guard as the three women lay into her with punches and kicks, leaving her no room to recover.]
Cassidy Reign :
Be careful what you wish for, Serenity. You wanted a fight? You’ve got one. Because at War Games, that title is coming to Divine Destruction!
[Cassidy, Monica, and Satine continue their assault, each taking turns beating down Serenity, who struggles to defend herself. The vicious trio finally steps back, leaving Serenity on the floor, clutching her ribs and wincing in pain. Cassidy leans down, a wicked smirk on her face as she delivers one final taunt.] .
Cassidy Reign :
See you at War Games… sweetheart. ...
[With that, Divine Destruction walks off, leaving Serenity on the floor, but her eyes filled with fierce determination. The camera fades on the intense image of Serenity, battered but unbroken, as she struggles to her feet, ready to continue her fight for the ECE Women’s Championship.]
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[ The arena goes dark, and eerie music fills the space as “Remedy” by Seether blares through the speakers. Hardcore Lenny, embodying his sinister aura, slowly emerges from the shadows at the top of the ramp. With a twisted smile and intense gaze, he walks methodically toward the ring, ignoring the fans’ mixed reactions. Lenny steps through the ropes and stands in the center of the ring, spreading his arms wide as the arena fills with boos and anxious energy.
Jackhammer: Hardcore Lenny has one mission tonight and that is to take out Crush
The atmosphere shifts as “Kingdom” hits, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Crush makes his entrance through the audience this time.. The former ECE World Champion and current IIW World Champion strides confidently through the crowd, never taking his eyes off the ring. Crush climbs over the barricade and steps into the ring, locking eyes with Lenny. The tension is thick as both men prepare for a brutal showdown.
Cecil: Crush has a tall task ahead of him here.
The bell rings, and Crush and Hardcore Lenny lock up in the center of the ring. Crush uses his strength to push Lenny back, but Lenny quickly shifts to a side headlock, wrenching in the hold. Crush shoves him off, sending Lenny into the ropes, and hits him with a powerful shoulder tackle, knocking him down. Lenny quickly gets up, but Crush charges, taking him down with a second shoulder tackle. Lenny rolls out of the ring to recover, but Crush doesn’t give him any space. He follows Lenny outside, grabbing him by the head and slamming him face-first into the barricade. Lenny stumbles back, and Crush drives him into the steel steps, shoulder-first. The referee starts the count as Crush rolls back into the ring. Lenny slowly gets back up, clutching his shoulder, and rolls back into the ring. Crush grabs Lenny and whips him hard into the corner, following up with a series of hard body shots. Lenny tries to cover up, but Crush hits him with a stiff forearm, dazing him. Crush lifts Lenny and drops him with a Samoan Drop, going for the first cover. 1…2… Kickout!
Cecil: It’s gonna take more than that to take down Lenny
Frustrated, Crush pulls Lenny up, but Lenny rakes his eyes, blinding him temporarily. Lenny capitalizes, hitting a spinning back elbow that catches Crush on the jaw. With Crush dazed, Lenny takes him down with a snap DDT and covers. 1…2… Kickout! Lenny wastes no time, transitioning into a grounded headlock, trying to wear Crush down. The crowd starts clapping, rallying behind Crush, who slowly powers to his feet. He elbows Lenny in the ribs repeatedly until he breaks the hold, then fires off a quick clothesline, flooring Lenny. Lenny quickly gets back up, but Crush hits another clothesline, and then a third, building momentum. Lenny rolls out of the ring again, but this time Crush launches himself over the top rope with a suicide dive, taking Lenny out on the floor. The crowd erupts as Crush pulls Lenny to his feet, throwing him back into the ring. Crush slides in, and as Lenny tries to get up, Crush runs off the ropes and hits a powerful spinebuster, shaking the ring. He hooks the leg for the cover. 1…2… Kickout! Lenny barely escapes, and Crush looks frustrated.
Jackhammer: Crush looking pissed off here
Crush stands up, signaling for the Superman Punch. Lenny slowly gets to his feet, and Crush charges forward, connecting with the Superman Punch. Lenny collapses, but Crush doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, he heads to the corner, setting up for his finishing move. As Lenny struggles to his feet, Crush crouches in the corner, waiting. Lenny turns around, and Crush explodes out of the corner but JASON CROSS grabs his leg.. Crush shakes him off but turns around into the KISS OF DEATH! Lenny nailed his finish.. He hooks the leg..
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3!!NO!! Crush got the shoulder up!
Cecil: How the hell did he do that?
Cross gets on the apron but here comes TJ ALEXANDER! TJ pulls Cross off the apron as they exchange blows.. Lenny picks Crush up again and goes for another Kiss of Death but Crush pushes him off as he runs to one side of the ring.. Lenny stumbles forward as Crush bounces off the ropes.. As soon as Lenny turns around, Crush nails a HUGE BONECRUSHER! Crush hooks the leg.
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Jackhammer: Crush did it! He pinned Hardcore Lenny!
The bell rings, and Crush stands tall, victorious, as his music plays and the crowd cheers. Crush gets up as the referee hands him his IIW World Championship.. Solom appears at the top of the ramp with Grimmstone and Jason Cross by his side... Maniac is shown up in the rafters staring down at his brother, whos joined in the ring by his cousins, HBR, and TJ Alexander. It seems as if the battle lines have been drawn.. What a WAR GAMES this is set to be!
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