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MATT WILSON’S KØЯ∃ WRESTLING
Presents

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Oregon State Insane Asylum in Salem, Oregon
Show Date: January 27, 2025


(START COLD OPENING)


(The screen fades in from black, and we're immediately greeted with a roaring crowd inside the dimly lit, ominous confines of the Oregon State Insane Asylum. The walls are aged and cracked, and the atmosphere is suffocatingly electric, accentuated by flickering, industrial lights. "Asylum" by Disturbed blares from the PA system, syncing perfectly with the raucous chants of "KØЯ∃! KØЯ∃! KØЯ∃!" as the camera pans around the makeshift arena.)

(Spotlights sweep over the sea of hardcore fans, many decked out in face paint, studded leather, and KØЯ∃ merch, holding signs like "ENTER THE MADNESS!" and "PURE PAIN, PURE GLORY!" The camera cuts to the announce table, where JOEY BLACK and HARDCORE HEX sit, hyped and ready for the mayhem.)

Joey Black: (leaning into the mic, his voice booming) “Welcome, one and all, to the most unhinged, pulse-pounding, mind-melting show in professional wrestling today! THIS is MATT WILSON’S KØЯ∃ WRESTLING ASSAULT, coming to you live from the one place insane enough to host it—the Oregon State Insane Asylum in Salem, Oregon!”

Hardcore Hex: (grinning wickedly, his gravelly voice dripping with excitement) “Joey, if these walls could talk, they’d be screaming—and so will everyone here tonight when the KØЯ∃ Pure Championship Trailblazer Tournament takes these maniacs to the absolute edge of human endurance! We’re talking barbed wire, steel chains, shattered dreams, and broken bones—KØЯ∃ style, baby!”

(The camera cuts to a close-up of Joey Black, gesturing passionately toward the crowd.)

Joey Black: “That’s right, Hex! Tonight, we’ve got FOUR brutal first-round matches lined up, and these gladiators of pain are about to put their bodies and souls on the line for a chance to become the FIRST EVER KØЯ∃ Pure Champion! This isn’t just about winning—it’s about survival, it’s about respect, and it’s about leaving your name etched in the walls of wrestling history!”

(The screen briefly shows the tournament bracket, names like “Kostich,” “Hendrix” “William,” and “Alexander” highlighted.)

Hardcore Hex: (slamming his fist on the desk) “You’re not gonna find this kinda carnage on your grandma’s wrestling show, Joey! This is blood, sweat, and brutality served up fresh in the asylum kitchen! And I can’t wait to see who’s walking out of here with their sanity intact—if anyone does!”

(As the commentators speak, the camera briefly cuts to the ring, where workers in black KØЯ∃ shirts are putting finishing touches on the setup. The crowd's anticipation builds with every shot.)

Joey Black: “We’re minutes away from the first match, and trust me, you don’t want to miss a second of what’s about to go down here tonight! So, buckle up, folks, because the asylum is OPEN, and the madness is about to begin!”

(The camera zooms in on Hardcore Hex, who leans forward with a twisted grin.)

Hardcore Hex: (snarling) “Get ready to bleed, scream, and cheer like never before—because KØЯ∃ Wrestling is here to remind you why this is the most dangerous sport on the planet! Let the games begin!”

(The screen fades to black with the crowd chanting “KØЯ∃!” as the show’s logo flashes on screen and the first competitor’s entrance music hits.)


(END COLD OPENING)


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Trailblazer Tournament
Pure Rules Match
Derek Wellings vs. Ace Sky

”Strike Back” by Kira Justice plays loudly and Derek Wellings walks out. The fans boo him loudly as they look at the Airborne Ranger. Derek takes the AWS hat off and throws it into the audience, he clenches his fists and throws them up in the air. A black and gold pyro sparkler pyro rises up from behind him, Derek takes several steps forward before throwing his fist down to have a bright white pyro explode behind him. He runs towards the ring, jumps as he nears it, and rolls in between the middle and bottom ropes, before taking a knee and throwing his clenched left fist up.

He looks at several people in the audience, taking his shirt off he tosses it into the crowd. The Airborne Ranger closes his eyes and absorbs the atmosphere for a moment before he jumps off the turnbuckle. Then crotches down in the corner, waiting for his opponent.

Ace Sky, the self-proclaimed "Space Age Sage," flips onto the stage with his signature springboard entrance, high-fiving fans and performing quick yoga poses to show off his flexibility. He exudes charisma, his high-flying reputation and spiritual flair hyping up the crowd.

Both men are competing for a chance to advance in the prestigious Trailblazer Tournament, and the tension in the air is palpable.

The bell rings.

Both competitors circle each other before locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Ace Sky, smaller and quicker, slips into a standing wrist lock, twisting Derek’s arm. Derek uses his power advantage to reverse the hold, yanking Ace into a side headlock.

Ace pushes Derek to the ropes, ducks under a clothesline, and hits a picture-perfect dropkick to Derek’s chest. The Airborne Ranger stumbles but doesn’t go down, shaking it off like a machine. Ace hits the ropes again, attempting a running hurricanrana, but Derek catches him mid-air! With sheer power, Derek counters into a thunderous powerbomb attempt—but Ace rolls through into a sunset flip!

1… 2… kickout!

The pace quickens as Ace lands a series of lightning-fast arm drags, targeting Derek’s shoulder. The announcers note Ace’s smart strategy: wear down the bigger man’s power base. Derek regroups in the corner, already showing frustration.

Ace Sky continues targeting the arm, chaining arm locks and grounded hammerlocks. Derek struggles but uses his size to push up and drive Ace into the turnbuckles, forcing a break. Ace uses his first rope break to save himself as Derek drags him out of the corner with a wicked military-style shoulder tackle.

With momentum shifting, Derek slows the pace. He locks in a modified crossface, wrenching Ace’s neck and shoulder. The referee asks Ace if he wants to quit, but Ace fights through, using his second rope break to escape.

Derek smirks, sensing his advantage. He hits a backbreaker, followed by a delayed vertical suplex, showing off his power and taunting the crowd with a military salute.

1… 2… kickout!

Ace mounts a comeback, countering a powerbomb into a DDT! The crowd pops as Ace hits a springboard moonsault for a near fall. He tries to keep up the pressure with a standing shooting star press, but Derek rolls out of the way. Ace crashes to the mat, clutching his ribs.

Ace heads to the top rope, looking for his signature Galaxy Leap (a diving corkscrew moonsault). Derek catches him mid-air in a devastating military press slam! The impact shakes the ring as Derek paces around, signaling for the end.

Derek hoists Ace up for the Army Strong (Awesome Bomb), but Ace reverses into a hurricanrana! Derek flies into the ropes, where Ace springboards into a diving crossbody for a near fall!

The match reaches its crescendo as Ace, desperate, uses his speed for a quick succession of kicks. He hits a spinning heel kick, stunning Derek, and goes for a running tornado DDT. Derek counters, deadlifting Ace into a spinebuster with authority. Both men are down, the crowd chanting, "This is awesome!"

Ace uses his third and final rope break after Derek locks in a grounded bearhug submission, squeezing the air out of him. Derek smells blood and begins targeting Ace’s ribs with brutal strikes and slams.

Ace counters with a Pele kick out of nowhere, knocking Derek into the corner. Summoning every ounce of energy, Ace attempts a top-rope hurricanrana—but Derek catches him mid-move and muscles him into position on his shoulders!

With the crowd gasping, Derek walks to the center of the ring and plants Ace with the Army Strong (Awesome Bomb)! The ring shakes as Derek collapses onto Ace for the pin.

1… 2… 3!

#Winner: "The Airborne Ranger" Derek Wellings (via pinfall, Army Strong)

The referee raises Derek’s hand as he salutes the crowd. Ace Sky rolls to the outside, clutching his ribs but earning applause from the fans for his valiant effort.

Derek stares down at Ace with a mix of respect and stoic satisfaction before turning his attention to the tournament bracket displayed on the big screen. His victory march out of the ring signals one thing: the Airborne Ranger is ready for the next mission.

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SEGMENT HERE


Backstage Segment:

The camera fades in to Spanky Evans standing in front of a dimly lit backdrop. Behind him, a few crew members are busy setting up for the next segment. Spanky looks into the camera and grins.

Spanky Evans:
Smiling, holding a microphone
“Alright, folks, I’m here backstage with someone who’s making waves in the locker room, Derek Wellings! Derek, thanks for joining us for a quick word.”

Derek Wellings walks into frame, his expression calm but with a slight air of mystery. He adjusts his jacket as he stands beside Spanky.

Derek Wellings:
With a sly grin
“Thanks, Spanky. It’s always a pleasure, you know that.”

Spanky Evans:
Raising an eyebrow
“Now, we’ve seen a lot of things going down lately, but I gotta ask—what’s next for Derek Wellings? You’ve been pretty quiet, but something tells me you're up to something big.”

Derek pauses for a moment, letting the tension build before giving a small chuckle.

Derek Wellings:
“Quiet? Maybe. But sometimes... silence speaks louder than words, don't you think?”
He looks directly into the camera, his expression more intense now.
“Stay tuned, Spanky. What's next... is something you won’t want to miss.”

He gives Spanky a brief nod, and without another word, starts walking off-camera.

Spanky Evans:
Turning to the camera with a smirk
“Alright, well, you heard it here! Derek Wellings has got something in the works. What’s he got up his sleeve? Stay tuned to find out!”

The camera fades to black as Spanky watches Derek walk off, the suspense building in the air.

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Trailblazer Tournament
Pure Rules Match
TJ Alexander vs. Kaito Ishikawa

The bell rings, and the crowd is buzzing, knowing this will be a clash of styles. TJ extends a hand for a sportsmanlike handshake, which Kaito accepts. Both men circle before locking up in the center of the ring, feeling each other out with a traditional collar-and-elbow tie-up. Kaito powers TJ into a corner but releases cleanly, bowing slightly to show respect.

They engage again, this time transitioning into a fast-paced chain wrestling sequence. TJ counters Kaito's headlock with a wristlock, but Kaito reverses into a hammerlock. TJ escapes with a forward roll, kipping up into an arm drag, and they both pop to their feet, staring each other down to a respectful round of applause.

TJ begins using his speed to frustrate Kaito. He ducks under a stiff forearm and hits a picture-perfect dropkick, sending Kaito to the mat. TJ goes for an early cover:

1... Kaito kicks out with authority.

TJ stays on the attack, targeting Kaito's legs with low dropkicks and a quick snap DDT. TJ attempts a modified figure-four leglock, forcing Kaito to use his first rope break. Kaito rolls out of the ring, trying to reset his strategy, but TJ leaps onto the ropes and hits a springboard corkscrew plancha, taking Kaito out on the floor.

Back in the ring, TJ goes for a running crossbody, but Kaito catches him in mid-air, countering into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Kaito slows the pace, targeting TJ’s lower back with a series of stiff kicks and a grounded double-arm suplex. Kaito locks in a half-crab, bending TJ’s spine unnaturally. TJ struggles but uses his first rope break to escape.

Kaito keeps the pressure on, delivering brutal shoot kicks to TJ’s chest, each one echoing through the arena. He lifts TJ for a vertical suplex, holds him in the air to show his strength, and then drives him down hard. Cover:

1... 2... TJ kicks out!

Kaito transitions into a Kimura Lock, targeting TJ’s left arm. TJ grimaces in pain, clawing his way to the ropes, using his second rope break.

Sensing the urgency, TJ digs deep, countering a running lariat from Kaito into a crucifix pin:

1... 2... Kaito barely escapes!

TJ hits a series of forearm strikes, picking up the pace. He attempts his Crash Landing (Standing Shiranui), but Kaito counters by shoving TJ off mid-move. Kaito connects with a spinning back kick to the gut, then plants TJ with a Tiger Suplex, bridging into a pin:

1... 2... TJ uses his final rope break to survive.

Kaito grows more aggressive, hitting a devastating running knee strike to TJ’s jaw and locking in a crossface. With no rope breaks left, TJ has no choice but to crawl to the ropes and grab on—but this time, it's legal for Kaito to keep the hold. TJ uses his core strength to roll through, stacking Kaito onto his shoulders:

1... 2... Kaito releases the hold just in time!

Both men are visibly exhausted, drawing loud applause from the crowd. Kaito attempts his Kenshō (Spinning Roundhouse Kick), but TJ ducks, counters with a step-up enzuigiri, and follows up with a snap German suplex, bridging for a near fall:

1... 2... Kaito kicks out!

TJ signals for the end, rallying the fans. He springboards off the ropes for a flying forearm, then hoists Kaito onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Kaito wriggles free, pushing TJ into the ropes, and goes for a desperation roll-up, but TJ rolls through, pops to his feet, and nails Kaito with the Crash Landing (Standing Shiranui) out of nowhere!

TJ hooks the leg:

1... 2... 3!

The referee raises TJ Alexander’s hand as the victor, and the crowd gives both men a standing ovation for the hard-fought battle. TJ checks on Kaito, who nods in respect before bowing to the crowd and rolling out of the ring. TJ climbs the turnbuckle, motioning that he's ready for the next challenge in the tournament, solidifying his status as a rising star.

Winner: TJ Alexander via pinfall (Crash Landing – Standing Shiranui)

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STAREDOWN #1


The camera pans to the center of the ring where TJ Alexander is leaning against the ropes, sweat dripping from his face. The crowd erupts into cheers, applauding TJ’s hard-fought match against Kaito Ishikawa. Ishikawa has already exited the ring, nodding respectfully toward TJ as he makes his way up the ramp. TJ stands tall, his chest heaving, as he raises his arm in victory, the battle clearly etched on his face.

Just as the announcer is about to comment on the match, the arena lights dim slightly, and a low, ominous theme begins to echo throughout the venue. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as the camera pans toward the stage. Emerging from the backstage curtain is none other than Derek Wellings—a towering presence in his signature black leather jacket, his piercing glare locked directly on TJ Alexander.

The commentary team reacts immediately:

Joey Black: “Wait a minute! That’s Derek Wellings! What is he doing out here?”

Hardcore Hex: “The Airborne Ranger himself is making his way to the ring, and he does not look happy. TJ Alexander just went through a grueling match, and now this? This doesn’t feel right!”

Wellings strides down the ramp with purpose, his eyes never leaving TJ. The crowd erupts into a mix of boos and cheers, unsure of his intentions. He stops just outside the ring, tilting his head slightly, as if sizing up TJ. TJ, still catching his breath, notices the presence and steps to the center of the ring, his face a mix of confusion and defiance.

Joey Black: “You can see it in TJ’s eyes—he’s not backing down, but how much does he have left in the tank after that match with Kaito Ishikawa?”

Hardcore Hex: “Wellings doesn’t care! Look at him, he’s like a shark circling its prey!”

Derek slowly ascends the steel steps, pausing briefly before stepping into the ring. The tension is palpable as he stands across from TJ, the two locking eyes in an intense stare-down. TJ clenches his fists, ready for anything, while Derek simply smirks, almost amused by TJ’s readiness to fight.

The crowd begins a chant of “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” as Derek takes a step forward. He raises a microphone to his lips, his voice cold and calculated.

Derek Wellings: “Impressive, TJ. You just went toe-to-toe with one of the best, and you walked out with your hand raised. But don’t get too comfortable... because you’ve caught my attention. And trust me, that’s not something you want.”

TJ doesn’t flinch, staring daggers at Derek as the crowd roars in excitement. Derek circles him slowly, continuing to speak.

Derek Wellings: “You’re good—real good—but the thing about being good is that it paints a target on your back. And me? I’m not here to just watch from the sidelines. I’m here to send a message.”

Derek stops directly in front of TJ, their faces inches apart. TJ, clearly exhausted but unwavering, raises his own microphone.

TJ Alexander: “If you’ve got a message to send, Derek, why don’t you stop talking and step up? I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done—if you want a fight, I’m right here.”

The crowd explodes as TJ tosses the microphone to the mat and steps forward, chest-to-chest with Derek. Derek’s smirk fades, replaced by a sinister glare. After a few tense moments, Derek takes a deliberate step back, smirking once again as he exits the ring.

Joey Black: “Whoa! What a confrontation! TJ Alexander standing his ground against The Airborne Ranger!”

Hardcore Hex: “Derek Wellings may have backed off for now, but this is far from over. You can feel it—these two are on a collision course!”

As Derek retreats up the ramp, he turns back one last time to stare at TJ, mouthing the words, “Soon.” TJ stands tall in the ring, the crowd firmly behind him, as the screen fades to black.

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Trailblazer Tournament
Pure Rules Match
Freddie Roberts vs. Roger Williams

The lights dimmed as the crowd in the Trailblazer Arena settled into their seats, the atmosphere charged with anticipation for the Pure Rules showdown. The ring, devoid of distractions, symbolized the purity of competition. Freddie Roberts, the savvy technician with a penchant for counters, entered first, receiving a hearty ovation from the fans. Following him was Roger Williams, the master of methodical grappling, whose imposing presence commanded silence and awe.

The referee recapped the Pure Rules: each competitor was allowed three rope breaks; punches to the face were banned, with open-hand strikes permitted; and any outside interference or breaking of the rules would result in an immediate disqualification.

The bell rang, and both men circled each other cautiously. Williams made the first move, shooting for a single-leg takedown. Roberts sprawled expertly, transitioning into a front facelock. The grappling stalemate began, with both competitors testing the other’s defenses. Roberts’ chain wrestling shone through as he transitioned to a hammerlock, but Williams powered out with surprising explosiveness, locking in a grounded wristlock. Roberts used his first rope break to escape, the audience appreciating the strategic use of his limited lifeline.

Williams controlled the pace in the middle portion of the match, using his strength to ground Roberts. A tight waistlock from Williams transitioned into a crushing side headlock, keeping Roberts subdued. Roberts managed to escape with a clever roll-through, countering into a half crab, but Williams, showing incredible ring awareness, reached the ropes to force a break. The crowd applauded the exchange of technique and counters.

Roberts began targeting Williams’ left arm, looking to weaken it for a potential cross armbreaker. A well-placed arm drag from Roberts set up a Fujiwara armbar. Williams, gritting his teeth, scrambled to the ropes, using his second break. The shift in focus seemed to give Roberts an edge as he exploited Williams' weakened arm with precision strikes and holds.

The tension mounted as both men entered the match’s final stages. Williams, sensing the urgency, unleashed a devastating series of suplexes, including a picture-perfect German suplex that nearly ended the match. Roberts barely kicked out, the crowd erupting in disbelief. Williams, unfazed, went back to his grappling roots, locking Roberts in a grounded full nelson.

Roberts, though battered, displayed incredible resilience. He reversed the hold into a roll-up for a near fall, bringing the crowd to their feet. Sensing an opening, Roberts attempted his patented cross armbreaker, but Williams countered by stacking him up and slamming him into the mat. The impact seemed to knock the wind out of Roberts, giving Williams the opening he needed.

Williams smoothly transitioned into a Half Nelson Choke, trapping Roberts with his powerful arms. Adding the bodyscissors for extra leverage, Williams squeezed with unrelenting force. Roberts clawed for the ropes, the veins in his arms bulging as he fought with everything he had. The crowd cheered him on, but Williams’ technique was flawless. With no escape in sight and his oxygen running out, Roberts had no choice but to tap out.

The referee called for the bell, and the crowd erupted in applause for both competitors. Williams released the hold and raised his arms in victory, a triumphant smirk crossing his face. Freddie Roberts, though defeated, received a standing ovation for his valiant effort.

Winner: Roger Williams via submission (Half Nelson Choke with Bodyscissors)

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HENDRIX’S PREDICTION


Backstage Segment:

The camera fades in to Spanky Evans standing with a microphone in hand. He’s standing in front of a dimly lit backdrop, as the sound of the crowd cheers in the distance. Spanky adjusts the mic and begins to speak.

Spanky Evans:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here backstage with a man who’s about to step into the ring tonight against a real giant. Brandon Hendrix, the stakes couldn’t be higher for you tonight. How are you feeling going into this match against this... big son of a bitch?”

The camera pans to reveal Brandon Hendrix, standing tall with a look of confidence. He cracks his neck and smirks at the camera.

Brandon Hendrix:
“I feel great, Spanky. Actually, I feel better than great—I feel unstoppable. You see, everyone wants to talk about how big this guy is, how imposing he looks, how he’s gonna tear me apart, but let me tell you something... That big son of a bitch? He ain’t got a chance in hell against me tonight.”

Brandon puffs out his chest and chuckles to himself.

Brandon Hendrix:
“I’ve faced monsters before, Spanky, and I’ve walked out on top. This guy’s just another bump in the road. I’m used to fighting guys who think their size is enough to get them the win. But let me tell you, Spanky, it ain’t. He’s big, sure. But I’m tougher. I’m smarter. And most importantly... I’m gonna show everyone that no matter how big you are, I can break you down.”

Brandon clenches his fists, his voice rising with intensity.

Brandon Hendrix:
“Tonight, this guy’s gonna find out that size doesn’t matter when you’re up against the hardest hitting, the most determined guy in this business. And after I’m done with him, he’ll be begging to never step into the ring with me again.”

He takes a deep breath, cracking his neck again, ready for action.

Brandon Hendrix:
“So, Spanky, don’t worry about me. Worry about that big son of a bitch and the pain he’s about to feel when I put him down. Tonight, I prove that no one—not even the biggest guy in the room—can stop Brandon Hendrix.”

Brandon slaps Spanky on the shoulder as he walks off, the camera zooming in on Spanky who’s left momentarily speechless.

Spanky Evans:
“Well, you heard it here first folks... Tonight, Brandon Hendrix goes toe-to-toe with the giant, and it looks like he’s got something to prove. Back to you, guys!”

The camera cuts to the next segment as Spanky looks at the departing Hendrix, nodding in approval.

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Trailblazer Tournament
Pure Rules Match
Damien Kostich vs. Brandon Hendrix

The bell rang, and the crowd settled in as Damien Kostich and Brandon Hendrix circled the ring, both men glaring at one another, knowing what was at stake in this Trailblazer Tournament match. Pure Rules were in effect, meaning each competitor only had three rope breaks available, close-fisted punches were illegal, and a count-out would result in a loss.

Kostich initiated with a technical approach, locking up with Hendrix and transitioning into a tight side headlock. Hendrix powered out, pushing Kostich into the ropes and knocking him down with a shoulder block. Kostich quickly kipped up, showing off his agility, and countered with a deep arm drag that sent Hendrix scrambling to the corner.

The pace quickened as Hendrix ducked a clothesline and attempted an early schoolboy roll-up for a two-count. Kostich retaliated with a hammerlock, grounding Hendrix.

Hendrix gained momentum after forcing Kostich into the ropes with a running forearm, using Kostich's first rope break to escape a guillotine choke. Hendrix smirked at the crowd, taunting his opponent while applying a standing wrist lock. Kostich reversed with a fireman’s carry takedown into a Fujiwara armbar, forcing Hendrix to burn his first rope break.

The match escalated with each man playing to their strengths. Kostich utilized his submission prowess, nearly locking in a modified Cloverleaf that forced Hendrix to crawl to the ropes again for his second break. Hendrix answered with hard-hitting suplex variations, including a brutal German suplex that folded Kostich in half. Both men used their second and third rope breaks during heated exchanges, leaving the remainder of the match without any reprieve from the ropes.

With no rope breaks left, Hendrix seized control, hitting a stunning spinning backbreaker that left Kostich writhing in pain. Sensing victory, Hendrix pulled Kostich to his feet and attempted his finishing move, The Endgame (a ripcord lariat), but Kostich ducked and countered with a desperation enzuigiri. Both men collapsed to the mat as the referee began the ten-count.

Hendrix rolled to the outside to recover, but Kostich wasn’t far behind, pursuing him out of sheer determination. They exchanged strikes on the outside, pushing the referee’s count higher. At the count of seven, Hendrix baited Kostich into a wild lariat, ducked it, and drove Kostich shoulder-first into the steel steps. Hendrix slid back into the ring at the count of nine, leaving Kostich stunned on the outside.

Kostich clawed at the apron, trying to pull himself back into the ring, but the referee hit ten, awarding Brandon Hendrix the victory by count out!

The crowd’s reaction was mixed, with some booing Hendrix for the tactical finish while others applauded the clever strategy. Hendrix smirked, raising his arms in victory as Kostich slammed his fists on the apron in frustration. The commentary team emphasized Hendrix's ability to outsmart his opponent, advancing further in the Trailblazer Tournament.

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STARDOWN #2


The crowd is still buzzing after Brandon Hendrix's grueling match against the powerhouse Damien Kostich. Hendrix, visibly exhausted, leans against the ropes, clutching his ribs, as the referee raises his hand in victory. Kostich rolls out of the ring, frustrated, leaving Hendrix alone to soak in the crowd's cheers.

Suddenly, the arena lights dim slightly, and an unfamiliar, ominous theme blares through the speakers. The crowd's cheers morph into a mix of confusion and anticipation as the spotlight focuses on the stage.

Out steps Roger Williams, dressed in a sleek black suit with a cold, calculated demeanor. The air in the arena shifts as his presence commands attention. Williams pauses at the top of the ramp, adjusting his cuffs before locking his piercing gaze on Brandon Hendrix in the ring.

The crowd erupts into a mix of boos and murmurs. Hendrix, still catching his breath, notices the commotion and turns his head toward the stage. His expression hardens as he realizes who is staring him down.

Williams slowly begins his descent down the ramp, never breaking eye contact. The tension builds with each deliberate step. Hendrix, still battered from his war with Kostich, straightens himself and leans against the ropes, glaring back at Williams, refusing to show any weakness.

Once Williams reaches ringside, he stops, smirking ever so slightly. He tilts his head, as if studying Hendrix like a predator sizing up its prey. Without saying a word, he circles the ring, his movements slow and methodical, before climbing up the steel steps.

The crowd roars as Williams steps into the ring. The two men are now face-to-face, the atmosphere electric. Hendrix stands tall despite his condition, his chest heaving from the match, but his eyes burn with defiance.

Williams finally breaks the silence. "Impressive," he says in a low, smooth tone, his voice cutting through the noise. "But tonight’s not about Kostich. It’s about what happens next."

He takes a step closer, invading Hendrix’s space. "You’ve been making waves, Brandon. But sooner or later, every wave crashes... and I’ll be the one to pull you under."

The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos and cheers as Hendrix smirks, stepping forward until they're nose-to-nose. Without a microphone, Hendrix simply mutters, "Try me."

The standoff continues for a few tense moments before Williams takes a step back, raising his hands as if to say, "We’ll see." He exits the ring as his theme music hits, walking back up the ramp with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Hendrix leans against the ropes, his eyes never leaving Williams as the show fades to black, leaving the audience eagerly anticipating their inevitable clash.

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