Sold out. Red house lights glint off steel barricades. The French crowd is loud but discerning — they don’t chant for everyone. They judge first.
Mia Russo on the open:
MIA: “Welcome to Paris — and trust me, when this city decides it likes you, it roars. But when it doesn’t? You feel every second of it.”
DANNY: “This crowd is tuned in, Mia. They know they’re about to see two teams with very different definitions of dominance.”
“Ladies and Gentlemen” – Saliva
The opening voice hits.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…”
The Titantron detonates to life —A single massive eyeball, red-veined, silver iris, black pupil — unblinking. Red lightning fractures down the ramp in jagged bolts as industrial strobes pulse. The beat drops.
Centre of Attention steps onto the stage in a single-file line.
Not rushed.
Not theatrical.
Measured. Controlled. Arrogant.
Mason Hurst at the centre — stone-faced, jaw set, shoulders squared like a fortress.
Olympia Waybright half a step behind, chin raised, eyes cold, tape tight around her wrists.
They stop.
Let the music breathe.
Then they march.
No gestures to the crowd.
No pandering.
Just slow, deliberate steps — like they already own the ring.
At ringside, they split flawlessly:
Mason posts up on one apron corner, staring through the hard camera.
Olympia takes the opposite side, wiping her boots on the edge with deliberate disrespect.
Only once the arena has been forced to look at all of them do they enter.
They don’t pose.
They claim space.
🎙️ RING ANNOUNCEMENT — SONG TENG
Song Teng lets the noise settle before speaking — precise, dramatic, controlled.
SONG TENG:“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is a tag team match!”
Boos ripple. She waits. Then continues.
“Introducing first… representing CENTRE… OF… ATTENTION!”
Music surges again.
“From Canberra, Australia… weighing 316 pounds… standing six feet, eleven inches tall… ‘THE DOMINATOR’… MASON HURST!”
Mason steps forward slightly. No reaction. No acknowledgment.
“And his partner… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing one hundred fifty-six pounds…‘THE WARMAIDEN’… OLYMPIA WAYBRIGHT!”
Olympia wipes her boots again before stepping between the ropes — eyes locked on the opposite tunnel.
Danny:“Dual citizenship, Australia and the U.S., but that last name? That’s his mother’s. Raised him alone. That creates a certain… edge.”
Gidget:“And Olympia Waybright? Olympic bloodline. Judo, hockey, strength training — she didn’t find wrestling, wrestling found her.”
GIDGET: “That’s that Canadian submission schooling — she’s always two steps ahead.”
MIA: “This is their specialty. Cut the ring. Control the tempo. Suffocate you with arrogance.”
The lights don’t cut out.
They desynchronize.
House lights flicker off-beat — violet… storm-blue… wrong timing.
No music at first.
Just a low, pressure-hum.
Octavia Vale appears first — half-lit, chalk already dusting her fingers.
Lightning cracks at stage right — Astra Mortis steps forward through storm-blue light.
Violet fog rolls last — thick, unnatural.
They stand in a line only long enough to confirm existence.
Then they separate.
No pose.
No unity display.
Just inevitability.
The crowd doesn’t chant.
They murmur.
🎙️ RING ANNOUNCEMENT — SONG TENG
Song’s tone changes. Slower. Lower.
SONG TENG: “And their opponents…”
She lets the silence stretch.
“From THE IN-BETWEEN…”
Octavia Vale steps forward slightly.
“Introducing first… weighing one hundred forty pounds…DR. OCTAVIA VALE… THE CHRONO-WITCH OF SALEM.”
Octavia wipes chalk across the mat — eyes never leaving Centre of Attention.
“And her partner… from Buffalo, New York… weighing one hundred ninety-eight pounds…”
Astra Mortis steps fully into the light.
“ASTRA MORTIS… THE REVENANT WARDEN.”
Astra tilts her head. Blows a slow kiss toward the hard cam.
The bell rings and Paris is loud — sharp, rhythmic, impatient.
Mason Hurst starts opposite Astra Mortis.
They circle.
No lockup.
Astra cracks him with a discus forearm.
Mason answers immediately — knife-edge chop, echoing through the arena like a gunshot.
MIA RUSSO: “Welcome to Paris — they’re not feeling each other out. They’re measuring damage.”
They trade strikes — forearms, chops, knees — until Mason surges forward, scooping Astra into a running powerslam that rattles the ring.
Astra rolls through the impact, laughing, already rising.
She tags out without ceremony.
Octavia Vale slides in.
Octavia immediately targets Mason’s arm — wristlock, finger bend, elbow torque — trying to shorten the giant.
Mason powers through, hoists her for a vertical suplex —
Octavia drops behind him, dragon screw to the knee, then backs away before damage can be returned.
Tag.
Olympia Waybright steps in like she owns the mat.
Olympia and Octavia collide in a technical sprint:
Shinbreaker by Olympia
Leg pick by Octavia
Northern Lights Bomb attempt — Octavia slips out mid-lift
Pendulum Theory rope-hung neck crank — Olympia powers free and headbutts her straight off the ropes
GIDGET STEPHENSON: “That’s brute force beating prediction!”
Olympia tags Mason.
Centre of Attention isolate Octavia.
Mason crushes her with:
Avalanche back suplex
Bearhug, squeezing the breath out of her
High-angle Boston Crab
Astra storms in illegally, booting Mason in the side of the head.
The ref restores order.
Octavia crawls — tag made.
Astra explodes in.
She levels Mason with a lariat from hell, then another.
Mason stumbles — Astra hits the ropes and comes back with Last Breath, the running big boot snapping his head back.
She tries for Revenant’s Mercy —
Mason muscles out mid-lift and counters with a mountainous big boot.
Both down.
The crowd is on their feet.
Olympia and Astra re-enter at the same time.
Olympia drills Astra with The Big O (DVD) — cover!
ONE! TWO!
Astra kicks out violently.
Olympia transitions immediately into the Canadian Backbreaker Rack, wrenching hard.
Astra refuses to submit, slamming elbows down until she slips free.
She traps Olympia in The Flatline — guillotine locked tight.
Olympia drops to one knee… then powers up and backs Astra into the corner, crushing her until the hold breaks.
Tag to Mason.
Tag to Octavia.
Octavia catches Mason charging and snaps him into Time Collapse — inverted Koji Clutch cinched in!
Mason roars, muscles to his knees, and deadlifts Octavia into a scoop slam, breaking the hold.
DANNY GREENE III: “GREENE LIGHT SPECIAL! That’s raw strength beating inevitability!”
⚡ THE FINISH — DOUBLE PIN
Everything breaks loose.
Astra flattens Mason with a Black Veil Suplex.
Olympia charges — Astra cuts her off with a spinning cradle DDT — The Ninety Seconds.
At the same time —
Mason hauls Octavia up and detonates her with Deadline — ripcord clothesline, nearly turning her inside out.
Both legal competitors collapse simultaneously.
Astra dives onto Olympia.
Mason crashes down on Octavia.
The referee drops, arms stretched wide.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings.
DOUBLE PIN — THE MATCH ENDS IN A DRAW
Bodies are everywhere.
Heavy breathing.
Sweat.
Damage.
No one celebrates.
MIA RUSSO: “They hit the finish at the exact same moment! There is no winner here!”
GIDGET: “They broke each other down to nothing!”
DANNY: “And this… this is why this can’t be over.”
Olympia rolls to her knees, jaw clenched, fire in her eyes.
Astra rises slowly across the ring.
They lock eyes.
The tension hangs —
The bell has already rung.
Centre of Attention are regrouping in the ring.
Olympia Waybright is on one knee near center, sweat-drenched, jaw tight, breathing hard. Mason Hurst stands a few steps away, eyes locked on the opposite corner.
The crowd noise is loud — unsettled, not celebratory.
Danny Greene III:“This one’s over — but nobody in this ring looks finished.”
Astra Mortis has stepped back to the ropes.
Dr. Octavia Vale remains inside.
Octavia approaches Olympia slowly.
No rush.
No threat posture.
She crouches.
The camera catches her lips moving.
OCTAVIA VALE (low, calm): “Your future still thinks you get to choose.”
Olympia looks up — furious, unblinking.
She shoves Octavia backward with both hands.
Not desperate.
Defiant.
MIA RUSSO: “Oh—don’t do this.”
Octavia stumbles back — straight into Astra Mortis.
Astra catches her by the shoulders.
There is a brief pause.
Astra turns her head toward Olympia.
Their eyes meet.
For half a second, Astra’s expression softens — not mercy, not cruelty.
Decision.
She steps forward.
ASTRA MORTIS (quiet, almost gentle): “I warned you, little lantern.”
Astra snaps her wrist.
FLASH.
A burst of fire detonates downward and across, not straight on — a violent bloom of light and heat.
Olympia is hit on the side of the face and upper chest.
She drops instantly.
A single, sharp scream tears out of her — raw, involuntary — then cuts off as she hits the mat.
The crowd explodes.
GIDGET STEPHENSON: “OH MY GOD—!”
Olympia rolls, clutching at herself, teeth bared, trying to force air back into her lungs.
She pounds the mat once with her free hand.
Not panic.
Rage.
A referee slides in, reaching for her —
Olympia shoves them away violently.
OLYMPIA WAYBRIGHT (through clenched teeth): “Don’t— touch— me.”
She tries to sit up.
Fails.
Tries again.
Her vision is blurred. She’s furious about it.
Mason Hurst snaps.
He steps between Olympia and The In-Between in one stride, arms out, body squared — not swinging, not shouting.
Just blocking the world.
DANNY GREENE III: “Mason Hurst just saw red — and he is barely holding it together!”
Medical staff flood the ring now.
Astra doesn’t advance.
She watches Olympia for a long beat.
Then she looks at Mason.
They lock eyes.
Astra inclines her head once.
No smile.
No apology.
Octavia brushes chalk dust from her hands.
The In-Between turn and leave — separately — slipping back into violet light and fog as the boos rain down.
Olympia is finally helped to her knees by medics — still resisting, still glaring, still burning with fury.
MIA RUSSO (firm):“That wasn’t fear. That was pain — and violation. And Centre of Attention will not forget this.”
The camera lingers on Olympia’s face — jaw set, eyes blazing through the damage.
Not broken.
Marked.
Fade out.
