NFW Collision #226!

Lluvia Salvatore vs. Sofia Hilton

The bell rings, and Sofia Hilton circles Lluvia Salvatore, her quick footwork keeping her just out of reach. Lluvia remains calm, carefully watching Sofia, ready for any trick she might pull. They lock up, and Sofia immediately slips into a side headlock. Lluvia attempts to push her off, but Sofia holds on tight, grinding the hold in. With a sudden burst of strength, Lluvia shoves her into the ropes, forcing Sofia to release her grip. Sofia rebounds, aiming a quick dropkick at Lluvia, who sidesteps at the last second, sending Sofia to the mat.

Undeterred, Sofia pops back up and charges, looking for a running hurricanrana, but Lluvia catches her mid-air and counters with a hard snap powerbomb, stunning the crowd and sending Sofia sprawling. Lluvia goes for a quick cover, but Sofia kicks out at two. Lluvia smirks, gesturing for Sofia to bring it, and Sofia snarls in response, clearly irked. She charges again, this time faking a leap. As Lluvia readies herself, Sofia sweeps her legs, taking her down and immediately follows with a running dropkick to Lluvia’s seated position, snapping her head back.

Sofia seizes her chance to shine and goes to the corner, springboarding into a twisting enzuigiri that connects with Lluvia’s head, knocking her down. She covers, hooking the leg, but Lluvia kicks out firmly at two. Sofia, visibly frustrated, glares at the referee before turning her attention back to Lluvia, who’s already recovering. Sofia lifts Lluvia, but Lluvia counters with a sharp knee to the midsection, followed by a snapmare neckbreaker, grounding Sofia once more. Lluvia wastes no time, following up with a swift knee drop bulldog, planting Sofia face-first into the mat.

With Sofia dazed, Lluvia capitalizes, pulling her up and executing a flawless “Empress of Thunder,” her version of Three Amigos. She connects with the first two suplexes before Sofia wriggles free on the third, landing on her feet behind Lluvia. Sofia quickly bounces off the ropes, looking to catch Lluvia off guard, but Lluvia is ready, countering with a big boot that catches Sofia flush in the jaw. The impact sends Sofia staggering back, and Lluvia senses her opportunity, climbing the ropes for a high-risk move.

Before she can launch, Sofia scrambles up, leaping onto the turnbuckle to meet her. The two exchange blows on the top rope, each struggling for control. Sofia gains the upper hand, pulling Lluvia into a butterfly position and attempting her “La Mariposa” butterfly brainbuster from the top rope. But Lluvia fights back, delivering a fierce headbutt, breaking Sofia’s grip. Lluvia shoves Sofia off the turnbuckle, sending her crashing to the mat below.

Lluvia steadies herself, nodding to the fans, who cheer in anticipation. She launches off with “Truth and Grief,” her signature Swanton Bomb, landing perfectly on Sofia. She hooks the leg, and the crowd counts along with the referee—one, two—but Sofia kicks out at the last second! Lluvia sits up, a mix of surprise and respect on her face, but her determination doesn’t waver.

As Sofia tries to pull herself up, looking battered, she catches sight of her husband Brayden at ringside, who’s urging her on, waving the Colombian flag. Sofia, with renewed resolve, fires back with a hard slap across Lluvia’s face, followed by a backflip double knee drop to Lluvia’s midsection. She scrambles to the top rope, going for her finisher, the “Santa Fe de Bogota.” Sofia launches into a diving corkscrew senton, but Lluvia rolls out of the way just in time, and Sofia crashes hard on the mat!

Wasting no time, Lluvia rises and positions herself, her eyes fixed on Sofia as she stumbles to her feet. With precision and speed, Lluvia lunges forward, delivering her finisher, the “Angelic Rebellion” chick kick, squarely to Sofia’s jaw. Sofia collapses to the mat, and Lluvia quickly covers, hooking the leg.

The bell rings, and Lluvia Salvatore is declared the winner. She stands tall, victorious, while Sofia’s husband looks on in disbelief from ringside.

Darlyn Fajardo: Your winner, by pinfall…LLUVIA…SALVATORE!!

=Perseverance Title No. 1 Contender=

Becca Maguire, Cassie Quinn, Diamond Caldwell, Kasumi Kaneko, Sean Curley, The Sins

The first round of the gauntlet was a bit of a confusing one as Kasumi Kaneko stood in the ring, waiting for the arrival of The Sins as “Welcome To The Circus” played. A brief jump backstage with the cameras revealed Michael Rivers urging The Sins to hurry and make his way to the ring. From the looks of it, however, “Sloth” had taken over as the enormous masked man stretched out lazily on the bench in the locker room and waved his manager off to leave him alone. After another couple moments had passed, the referee of the match opted to make a decision and struck the round out as a forfeit on The Sins’ part, declaring Kasumi Kaneko as the winner and advancing into the second round.

Kasumi, along with the crowd, waits for the next entrant into the gauntlet which comes as “Tomorrow Comes Today” by Gorillaz plays and Cassie Quinn comes down to the ring, scowling from under her hood as she approaches the ring. She throws her entrance gear off behind her before she even makes it to the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope, ready to get this fight going.
As the bell rings, Kasumi Kaneko takes a steady, focused stance, ready to face the notorious "Little Gremlin" Cassie Quinn. Cassie, true to her demeanor, saunters forward with a twisted smirk, taunting Kasumi with an exaggerated yawn before making the first move. She lunges forward with a high knee strike, but Kasumi anticipates the attack, sidestepping smoothly and catching Cassie with a quick dropkick to the knee. Cassie staggers, caught off guard, but she quickly regains her footing with a snarling expression.

Kasumi stays on the offensive, applying a technical approach with a swift Russian leg sweep that grounds Cassie momentarily. Without missing a beat, Kasumi transitions into a kneebar, attempting to weaken Cassie's base. Cassie grits her teeth, laughing off the pain as she manages to crawl to the ropes, forcing Kasumi to break the hold. As Kasumi releases, Cassie takes advantage with a hard forearm to the face, sending Kasumi back a few steps.

Cassie wastes no time, grabbing Kasumi by the arm and whipping them into the corner. She charges in and hits a brutal corner back elbow, knocking the wind out of Kasumi. Cassie follows up with a stiff lariat, then yanks Kasumi out of the corner into a short-arm knee strike, relishing each impact. She goes for the cover, pressing down with one arm arrogantly.


Kasumi kicks out with authority, much to Cassie's annoyance. Cassie, now determined to break down Kasumi further, applies a grounded front facelock, wrenching on their neck. Kasumi struggles briefly, then shifts their body and slips out, grabbing Cassie’s wrist to apply a kimura lock. Cassie snarls, managing to wiggle free and answer back with a kick to Kasumi's shoulder, targeting their old injury. Cassie capitalizes on Kasumi's momentary grimace, hitting a devastating snap suplex that rattles the ring. She goes for another cover.


Kick out by Kasumi again! Cassie’s face twists in frustration as she yanks Kasumi up, positioning them for her Devil's Canyon buckle bomb. She hoists them up, but Kasumi counters with a precise elbow strike to the head, forcing Cassie to release them. Kasumi lands on their feet and stuns Cassie with a spinning enzuigiri, dropping her to one knee. Sensing an opportunity, Kasumi hits a powerful Assassin’s Blade Michinoku Driver, holding for a cover.


Cassie barely kicks out, a dazed look crossing her face. Kasumi stays focused, pulling Cassie to her feet. They attempt a swinging STO DDT, but Cassie counters into her Rat Poison swinging reverse STO, slamming Kasumi into the mat. Cassie quickly applies a dragon sleeper, sneering as she cranks back on Kasumi’s neck, trying to wear them down completely. Kasumi claws at the air, desperately fighting to stay in the match. Using their technical prowess, Kasumi shifts their weight and rolls through, reversing the hold into a modified armbar that catches Cassie by surprise.

Cassie screams, thrashing against the hold, but eventually reaches the ropes. Frustrated, she shoves Kasumi away and charges them with a discus forearm. Kasumi ducks under it, hooking Cassie's leg with a dragon screw leg whip, and swiftly follows up by locking in their signature move—the Azure Lock! Cassie’s eyes go wide as Kasumi secures the hold, wrenching back with all their might.

Cassie flails, scratching and clawing at the mat, but she’s caught dead center in the ring with nowhere to go. Her face contorts in agony, and her hand hovers in the air before she finally taps out.

The bell rings, signaling Kasumi Kaneko’s victory!

Darlyn Fajardo: The winner of this round…KASUMI…KANEKO!!

Kasumi rises to their feet, composed but visibly relieved, acknowledging the crowd’s support as Cassie rolls out of the ring, seething with resentment. Kasumi raises their arm, ready for the next challenge in their pursuit of the Perseverance Championship.

The crowd is buzzing as Kasumi Kaneko, still catching their breath from a hard-fought win against Cassie Quinn, awaits the next opponent. “The Rascal King” by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones blares over the speakers, and out strides Sean Curley, “The Rascal King,” exuding a cocky swagger. He points at Kasumi with a smirk, mouthing off as he makes his way to the ring, hyping himself up and egging on the crowd.

The bell rings, and Sean immediately circles Kasumi, hands up in a playful taunt. Kasumi, always focused, keeps a steady stance, eyeing Sean’s every movement. Sean lunges forward, locking up with Kasumi and using his size advantage to push them back. Kasumi counters quickly, slipping under and behind him, hooking Sean's leg with a Japanese leg roll clutch for an early pin attempt.


Sean kicks out with ease, rolling away and chuckling as he dusts himself off. He smirks, wagging a finger at Kasumi as if to say, “Nice try.” Kasumi remains unfazed, watching him intently.

Sean comes back in, looking to trap Kasumi in a rear chin lock, but they counter with a quick dragon screw leg whip, taking Sean down to the mat. Kasumi immediately goes for a kneebar, trying to weaken his base, but Sean, showing off his adaptability, rolls through and maneuvers into a surfboard stretch. Kasumi grimaces, but they refuse to give in, using their flexibility to twist free and hit Sean with a stiff elbow to the jaw, creating space.

Back on their feet, Kasumi follows up with a rolling elbow that connects hard, briefly dazing Sean. Kasumi capitalizes, hitting a swift Russian leg sweep, bringing Sean down hard. Kasumi transitions smoothly into a grounded headscissors, trying to wear him down. Sean grunts, struggling for a moment before using his strength to force Kasumi’s legs apart and escape.

He stands, shaking off the hold, and immediately goes on the offensive with a powerful German suplex that sends Kasumi rolling across the ring. He kips up, rallying the crowd with a cocky grin, then climbs to the top rope. With a quick glance to the audience, he leaps off for his Shipping Up to Boston diving elbow drop, but Kasumi rolls out of the way just in time! Sean crashes to the mat, clutching his elbow in pain.

Kasumi seizes the opportunity, targeting Sean's arm with a dropkick before quickly locking in a kimura. Sean grits his teeth, wincing as Kasumi wrenches on his arm, but he uses his strength advantage to push himself up, lifting Kasumi off the mat slightly before slamming them down to break the hold.

Sean, visibly frustrated, catches Kasumi with a stiff left hand, then grabs them for a fisherman suplex, hitting it cleanly. He holds for a pin.


Kasumi kicks out! Sean curses under his breath, frustration showing as he gets back to his feet.

Now visibly focused, Sean hoists Kasumi up, setting them up for The Ska Punk Plex fallaway suplex. He tosses them across the ring, displaying his power. Kasumi hits the mat hard, gasping for breath as they try to recover. Sean taunts, shouting, “Is that all you got, kid?”

Kasumi isn’t one to back down. They stagger to their feet, determination in their eyes, and surprise Sean with a dropkick to his arm, then quickly go for their Assassin’s Blade Michinoku Driver. But Sean counters mid-lift, using his size advantage to slip free and position them for his finisher.

With Kasumi slightly dazed, Sean hoists them up with ease, spinning them into The Haroo Driver—a thunderous blue thunder bomb that rattles the ring. Sean goes for the cover, hooking the leg tight.


The bell rings, and Sean Curley emerges victorious!

Darlyn Fajardo: The winner of this round…SEAN…CURLEY!

Sean stands tall, grinning as he raises his arms in victory, mocking the crowd and taking in the boos. Kasumi rolls to the side, visibly disappointed but determined, watching as Sean exits the ring.

After his hard-fought victory over Kasumi Kaneko, Sean Curley has a cocky swagger as he leans against the ropes, taunting the crowd. The opening riffs of "Psychosocial" by Slipknot blast through the speakers, and the crowd roars as “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire steps out onto the ramp, her eyes locked on Sean. The diminutive fighter from Dublin, now residing in New Orleans, exudes ferocity as she charges down to the ring. Her stance says it all—she’s here for a fight, and her reputation as a relentless striker precedes her.

The bell rings, and Saoirse wastes no time, immediately going for Sean with a flurry of roundhouse kicks aimed at his legs and midsection. Sean tries to block the barrage, but her speed and tenacity catch him off-guard. A stiff leg kick lands with a loud thud, and Sean staggers, grimacing as he tries to keep his balance. Saoirse smirks, and the crowd cheers as she stays on him, not letting up.

Saoirse goes for her Dublin Kiss, a Glasgow Kiss headbutt, but Sean ducks under at the last second, grabbing her around the waist and countering with a German suplex. Saoirse hits the mat hard but rolls back to her feet, unfazed. She lets out a battle cry, charging at Sean with a fierce elbow strike. Sean takes the hit and stumbles back, but he recovers quickly, smirking as he catches her with a quick DDT that sends her crashing to the mat.

Saoirse rolls away, shaking her head as she fights to stand, and Sean immediately follows up, going for a standing moonsault. But Saoirse manages to roll out of the way, and Sean hits the canvas with a grunt. Seeing her chance, Saoirse fires off a brutal leg kick to Sean’s ribs, then another, each one landing with a sickening impact that has the crowd wincing. She follows up with a push kick to the chest that sends Sean sprawling back against the ropes.

The crowd is firmly behind Saoirse as she sizes up Sean, her gaze fierce. She charges at him again, looking for her Air Psycho—a Poetry in Motion move. She leaps off the ropes, flying toward Sean with a knee aimed at his head. But Sean sidesteps at the last possible second, and Saoirse crashes to the mat. Sean wastes no time, seizing her in a rear chin lock, trying to wear her down. Saoirse struggles, clawing at his hands, but Sean’s strength advantage is evident as he keeps her grounded.

After a few moments, Saoirse starts to rally, elbowing her way free. She spins around and nails Sean with a vicious roundhouse kick to the head that sends him stumbling. She charges in with another series of kicks, landing a barrage of strikes, each one more ferocious than the last. Sean is reeling, but he’s not done yet. He counters with a stiff left hand that rocks Saoirse, followed by a snapmare that brings her down hard.

Now visibly frustrated, Sean picks Saoirse up and sends her crashing down with a fisherman suplex, holding for a quick pin attempt.


Saoirse kicks out, barely fazed by the pin. Sean scowls, pulling her up and setting her up for his Ska Punk Plex fallaway suplex. But Saoirse wriggles free, landing on her feet and firing off a brutal knee strike that catches Sean in the jaw, momentarily dazing him. She tries to capitalize with her Gealtachta (Black Mass), but Sean ducks, avoiding the deadly kick just in time.

Seeing his chance, Sean grabs Saoirse’s legs and pulls her down to the mat, locking her into The Boston Breakdown, his signature Boston Crab. Sean sits back deep, wrenching on Saoirse’s spine as he keeps her locked in the hold. Saoirse claws at the mat, her face contorted in pain as she tries to reach for the ropes. The crowd rallies behind her, chanting her name as she grits her teeth, struggling to escape.

But Sean has the hold locked in tight, and with each passing second, Saoirse’s movements slow. Her face shows the agony she’s enduring, and finally, with no other option, she taps out, signaling her submission.

The bell rings, and Sean Curley releases the hold, standing up with a victorious grin.

Darlyn Fajardo: The winner of this round…SEAN…CURLEY!!

Sean basks in the victory, taunting the crowd as they boo him. He raises his arms, mockingly blowing kisses to the fans as he exits the ring, leaving a beaten but defiant Saoirse Maguire in his wake.

The crowd is on their feet as Sean Curley, battered and barely standing, braces himself in the corner. He’s come this far, battling his way through Saoirse Maguire and Kasumi Kaneko in back-to-back grueling rounds, and he’s visibly exhausted. Just as he catches his breath, "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm erupts over the speakers. Diamond Caldwell, “Dat Girl” herself, steps onto the ramp, exuding a cold, unshakable confidence. Focused and intense, she eyes the ring, her gaze locking onto Sean as she enters with a determined stride. She’s here for one thing: a shot at the Perseverance Championship.

The bell rings, and Diamond wastes no time, charging straight at Sean with a brutal running forearm smash that nearly takes his head off. Sean staggers, managing to stay on his feet, but Diamond doesn’t let up. She follows up with a flurry of strikes, showing no mercy as she batters Sean back against the ropes. With a wicked grin, she grabs him by the arm, whipping him across the ring. Sean rebounds, and Diamond goes for a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick. Sean barely ducks under it, rolling to the mat and trying to catch a breath.

As Sean rises, Diamond meets him with a running front dropkick, sending him crashing into the corner turnbuckle. She follows up with a jumping hip attack, landing hard against his chest, and Sean crumples to the mat, clutching his ribs. Diamond goes for the cover.


Sean kicks out, albeit weakly, and Diamond scowls, yanking him up with a fierce determination. She goes for a suplex, but Sean twists out, landing behind her and retaliating with a quick German suplex. The crowd explodes as Diamond hits the mat, momentarily stunned. Sean, fueled by the adrenaline, seizes the moment, rolling her up in a quick cradle.


Diamond powers out, looking more annoyed than hurt, and Sean is visibly disappointed, his exhaustion evident. Diamond scrambles to her feet, and Sean catches her with a stiff left hand, followed by a rolling senton that has the crowd roaring in support. He goes for another pin, hoping to put her away.


Diamond kicks out again, this time with authority, and Sean sighs in frustration. He pulls her up, but she shoves him back with a fierce elbow strike, creating space. She lunges forward, catching him off-guard with a rolling cutter that plants him hard in the center of the ring. Diamond hooks the leg for a pin.


Sean kicks out, his resilience shining through. Diamond’s eyes narrow, her patience wearing thin as she rises, ready to end this. She pulls Sean to his feet, setting up for her devastating Diamond Driver piledriver. But just as she’s about to lift him, Sean digs deep, powering out of her grasp and shoving her backward.

He hits her with a sudden DDT, slamming her head-first into the mat. Sean’s energy is visibly waning, but he covers Diamond, trying for the pin once more.


Diamond kicks out with a burst of strength, rolling to her feet. She’s furious now, charging at Sean with a jumping leg lariat that levels him, then quickly going to the middle rope. She launches herself with a pinpoint jumping leg drop, crashing down on Sean’s chest. She hooks his leg, confident this is it.


Sean somehow kicks out, leaving Diamond momentarily stunned. She grits her teeth, knowing she needs to finish this, and drags him to his feet. She goes for a running forearm smash, but Sean ducks under it, and as she turns around, he catches her off-guard with a surprise Bah Room Stomp running curb stomp! Diamond is dazed, and the crowd erupts as Sean quickly hoists her up, using every last ounce of his energy to lift her for his Haroo Driver (Blue Thunder Bomb).

Sean slams her down with the Haroo Driver, and the referee drops to the mat as he covers her, holding on for dear life.

The bell rings, and Sean Curley collapses to the mat in exhaustion as his arm is raised.

Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner and the new Number One Contender for the Perseverance Championship… SEAN…CURLEY!

Olivia Mayfaire: That’s one tough son of a bitch, guys!

Nick Hanson: I’ll say so, Olivia! He just demonstrated the definition of perseverance!

Jim Reynolds: He’s gonna need it if he hopes to become champion!

Sean lies on the mat, breathing heavily, as the crowd roars in appreciation of his grit and determination. Diamond rolls out, frustrated but grudgingly respectful, and Sean’s victory is celebrated as he slowly gets to his feet, triumphant and victorious after an intense, hard-fought gauntlet match. As Sean continues to celebrate, he spots two figures on the stage – Grace Radley and the Perseverance Champion himself, Jason Shade. Grace watches Sean and applauds him with the crowd while Jason stares down at the ring towards Sean with a dark, anticipating smirk on his lips as he holds the championship over his shoulder. Sean Curley wipes the sweat and hair out of his face and nods at the champion, motioning a title around his waist, telling him that he’ll see him soon. Jason takes the title off of his shoulder and, holding it in his hand, points it up towards the Wrestle War sign behind Sean, above the ring.

Erik Holland vs. Tanja Devereaux

The bell rings, and Erik Holland immediately charges Tanja Devereaux with an intense fury. Tanja sidesteps, slipping away from his grasp, and swiftly counters with a spinning heel kick that catches Erik on the side of his head. Erik staggers back but quickly shakes it off, glaring at Tanja with renewed focus. She smirks, taunting him, as she circles, measuring her distance.

Tanja closes in, attempting a Yakuza Kick, but Erik catches her leg mid-strike, pulling her in close for a thunderous Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Tanja crashes hard on the mat, arching in pain. Erik doesn’t give her a moment to recover, lifting her up and planting her down again with a powerful Spinebuster. He hooks the leg for the first pin attempt.


Tanja kicks out! Undeterred, Erik hoists Tanja back to her feet and whips her into the corner. He charges, delivering a brutal splash that leaves her gasping for air. Tanja slumps down, but Erik drags her up again, pulling her to the center of the ring. He sets up for a German Suplex, but Tanja elbows him in the face repeatedly, breaking free. She quickly shifts into position and counters with a Reverse STO, driving Erik’s face into the mat.

Tanja capitalizes, applying her Gris Gris (Crucifix Armbar) in the center of the ring. Erik growls in pain, his face contorted as he struggles to power out. Slowly, Erik manages to get to his knees, lifting Tanja off the mat with sheer strength. With a roar, he slams her down, breaking the hold.

The two stand, breathing heavily, before Tanja lunges forward, attempting a Spinning Backfist. Erik ducks and retaliates with a Discus Lariat, leveling Tanja to the canvas. He goes for another pinfall.


Tanja gets her shoulder up! Erik grins, clearly enjoying the fight. He pulls her up and lifts her for a Running Powerslam, but Tanja slips out behind him, landing on her feet. She quickly wraps him up for the Wheel of Misfortune (Bridging Triangle Choke), wrenching Erik’s arm and neck in a tight grip. Erik’s face contorts in agony, and he appears to weaken, his hand hovering as if he’s about to tap.

With sheer resilience, Erik rolls them toward the ropes, and Tanja’s grip breaks. They separate, both getting to their feet slowly, the toll of the match evident on their faces. Tanja moves first, attempting to sweep Erik’s legs, but he plants his feet firmly, catching her off-guard. In an instant, Erik scoops her up onto his shoulders, positioning her for his devastating finisher.

With one powerful motion, Erik plants Tanja with The Toxic Avenger, a brutal fireman’s carry slam that reverberates throughout the arena. Erik hooks her leg for the pin.

The bell rings, and Erik Holland stands victorious, breathing heavily but raising his fist triumphantly as the crowd roars.

Darlyn Fajardo: Your winner, by pinfall…ERIK…HOLLAND!!!

Alastair Frost vs. Kairi Nishikiyama

The bell rings, and Alastair Frost and Kairi Nishikiyama circle each other, each assessing the other's approach. Alastair smirks, looking calm and collected, while Kairi’s expression is fierce, determined to prove herself against the tactical soldier.

They lock up, but Alastair’s strength advantage is immediately apparent as he forces Kairi into a headlock, wrenching her neck with expert precision. Kairi, quick to respond, slips out with agility and counters into a hammerlock. Alastair grits his teeth but powers out, taking Kairi down with a side headlock takedown. Kairi responds by maneuvering her legs around his head, trapping him in a headscissors. Alastair twists and kips out of the hold, both competitors quickly returning to their feet, with the crowd applauding the evenly matched start.

Alastair goes on the offensive with a series of calculated forearm smashes, each connecting with Kairi’s chest, driving her back into the ropes. He whips her across the ring, and as she rebounds, he goes for a clothesline. Kairi ducks under it, bounces off the ropes, and responds with a dropkick, catching Alastair square in the chest. Alastair staggers back but stays on his feet. Kairi capitalizes with a quick succession of strikes—a spinning roundhouse kick followed by a standing enzuigiri, sending Alastair down to one knee.

Seeing her opportunity, Kairi dashes to the ropes and launches herself for a springboard crossbody. Alastair catches her mid-air, showing off his strength before slamming her down with a hard powerslam. He hooks the leg for an early pinfall.


Kairi kicks out forcefully, not ready to give up. Alastair stands and methodically stomps on Kairi’s limbs, aiming to wear her down and weaken her mobility. He targets her right arm, pulling her up and twisting her arm behind her back in a hammerlock before transitioning into a back suplex, slamming her shoulder-first into the mat. Kairi grimaces, clutching her shoulder, and Alastair wastes no time, locking in an abdominal stretch, his tactical nature on full display as he applies pressure to her weakened arm.

The crowd rallies behind Kairi, who begins fighting her way out, using her free elbow to strike Alastair’s ribs. After a few sharp blows, she breaks free and counters with a hip toss. Alastair hits the mat, and Kairi follows up with a swift running knee to his face, keeping him grounded. She capitalizes with a quick Asai DDT, spiking him into the mat, and goes for the cover.


Alastair powers out, shoving Kairi off him with authority. Frustration flickers across Kairi's face, but she steels herself and heads to the top rope, eyeing Alastair, who’s starting to get to his feet. She takes off, aiming for a missile dropkick, but Alastair sidesteps, causing her to crash to the mat. Seeing an opening, he grabs her legs and flips her over into an inverted cloverleaf, applying pressure on her lower back.

Kairi grits her teeth, enduring the pain, and inches her way to the ropes. The crowd cheers as she manages to stretch her hand out and grab the bottom rope, forcing Alastair to break the hold. He pulls her up and whips her into the corner, following up with a brutal running knee strike that knocks the wind out of her. Alastair pulls her out of the corner, hoisting her up into a vertical suplex and holding her there for a moment before slamming her down hard. He goes for another cover.


Kairi kicks out again, showing her resilience. Alastair’s face darkens, and he pulls her up, signaling for the Authority Challenge. But Kairi slips out of his grip, spins around, and hits him with a lightning-fast spinning heel kick to the side of the head, momentarily stunning him. She then executes a beautifully crisp Shiranui, planting him on the mat. She scrambles for the cover.


Alastair kicks out, the frustration beginning to show. Kairi, determined, pulls him to his feet, attempting to lift him into position for her Sacred Heart elbow drop. But Alastair powers out, landing a stiff elbow of his own and following up with a surprise Tactical Advantage bicycle kick that connects flush with her jaw. Kairi stumbles, dazed, and Alastair wastes no time, pulling her up into a fireman's carry position.

With a calculated look, Alastair yells out, then slams her down with his devastating "Frost Warning" GTS, the knee strike echoing through the arena as Kairi crumples to the mat. Alastair drops to his knees and hooks her leg tightly for the pin.

The bell rings, and Alastair raises his fists, his cold, calculating expression shifting into a triumphant smirk as the referee raises his hand in victory.

Darlyn Fajardo: Your winner, by pinfall…ALASTAIR…FROST!

The Carlton Crew vs. EFFICIENCY

The bell rings, and the tension between EFFICIENCY and The Carlton Crew electrifies the arena. Max Walker and Wesley Carlo start things off, circling each other before Max lunges forward, aiming to catch Wesley off guard. But Wesley’s quick on his feet, dodging and retaliating with a sharp forearm to Max’s jaw. Max staggers back, but he quickly smirks, taunting Wesley, clearly trying to play mind games. Wesley answers with a flurry of rapid-fire kicks to Max’s ribs, backing him into EFFICIENCY’s corner, where he tags in Romeo Travar.

Romeo steps in, grabbing Max’s arm and whipping him into the ropes before catching him with a thunderous Big Boot. Max stumbles, but he manages to tag in Big Barry MacKenzie. Barry charges into the ring, eager to make an impact. The powerhouse catches Romeo off guard with a Running Crossbody that nearly flattens him. Barry follows up by lifting Romeo into a Stalling Vertical Suplex, showcasing his raw power before crashing him down to the mat. Barry covers, but Romeo kicks out at one.

As Romeo rises, Barry takes control with a Scoop Powerslam, followed by a heavy Seated Senton that shakes the mat. But Romeo rallies back, firing forearms into Barry’s chest and forcing the big man to take a step back. Romeo bounces off the ropes, catching Barry with a high-impact Shoulder Tackle that staggers him. Seizing the momentum, Romeo hits the ropes again, this time delivering a massive Spear that sends Barry tumbling backward. Romeo covers.


Barry kicks out! Romeo wastes no time, tagging in Wesley, and the two set up for When We Ride. Barry writhes in pain after Wesley’s Backstabber, and EFFICIENCY looks poised to take control. But Max rushes into the ring, nailing Wesley with a running European Uppercut that sends him reeling. The referee warns Max to stay in his corner, but it’s enough time for Barry to make a desperate tag back to Max, who barrels into Wesley with a vicious series of punches and stomps.

Max maintains his edge by grounding Wesley, wrenching him into a Cobra Clutch, twisting his arm and neck as Bianca Davis yells encouragement from ringside. Wesley struggles, inching towards the ropes, but Max drags him back to the center, applying more pressure. Wesley fights back, pushing up to his feet and delivering a well-placed elbow to Max’s gut, breaking the hold. He follows with a quick Snap Suplex, creating an opening to reach Romeo for the tag.

With fresh energy, Romeo storms in and tackles Max with a flurry of clotheslines. Barry tries to step in, but Romeo cuts him off with a Spike Death Valley Driver, sending the big man crashing to the mat. Max crawls toward the ropes, where Bianca seizes the moment, climbing onto the apron to distract the referee. She berates him loudly, giving Max the chance to slip on a pair of brass knuckles.

Just as Max rears back to deliver a knuckle-assisted punch, a woman in street clothes slides into the ring behind him. She delivers a swift, low blow, causing Max to drop the brass knuckles, his face contorted in pain. She spins around, dropkicking Barry off the apron as he attempts to interfere.

With Max dazed, Romeo hoists him up in the Torture Rack position as Wesley climbs to the top rope. Together, they execute their devastating All Eyez On Us finisher with brutal precision. Wesley covers Max.

The referee calls for the bell as EFFICIENCY celebrates their hard-fought victory, while Bianca fumes at ringside, her interference foiled. The mysterious woman slips out of the ring, leaving EFFICIENCY standing tall as the crowd roars in approval.

Darlyn Fajardo: Your winners, by pinfall…EFFICIENCY!!

Jim Reynolds: Who the hell is that woman?!

Nick Hanson: I have no idea, Jim!

Olivia Mayfaire: She’s obviously aligned with EFFICIENCY, from the looks of things!

As EFFICIENCY celebrate their win inside the ring, they’re joined by their unknown helper as Bianca Davis and The Carlton Crew collect themselves at ringside, glaring at the three as the show goes off the air.