With the crowd anxiously watching, Kronin executed the first German Suplex, lifting Yui easily and slamming her back onto the mat with a thunderous impact. Without releasing his grip, he rolled through, maintaining control and showcasing his technical prowess and raw strength.
Holly Hudson: There's one! Kronin's not letting up. The power and technique on display here are just incredible.
Kronin then delivered the second German Suplex, each execution as flawless as the last, the sheer force of the impact reverberating through the Tokyo Dome. Yui could do little in the relentless cycle but brace for each subsequent impact.
Rose Johnston: That's two! Yui's in serious trouble now. Kronin's living up to his moniker tonight. Look at her struggling, though, to get free!
With the crowd counting along, Kronin completed the sequence with a third devastating German Suplex, finally releasing Yui as she lay motionless on the mat. Kronin, confident in the effectiveness of his assault, quickly hooked Yui's leg, securing her for the pin as the referee slid into position to count.
One... Two... Three...
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, with Kronin and Kara Reinhardt emerging victorious. The Tokyo Dome erupted in mixed reaction for the Reinhardt Twins, who had overcome adversity and showcased their resilience and strength in a hard-fought battle against the valiant Yoshida Sisters.
Devin Zeagal: There you have it! The Reinhardt Twins secure the win with sheer power and wrestling acumen. What a match!
Holly Hudson: Let's give some props to the Yoshida sisters, who managed to put up a great fight despite having recently lost their father. They gave Kronin a hell of a time early on in this match.
Devin Zeagal: I couldn't agree more, Holly. With a little more time and experience, I think opponents in the tag team division could fear this team.
Rose Johnston: Fans, we've got more action on its way. Stay tuned. We will be back after this short commercial break from our sponsor.
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The camera cuts back to the announcer's table where Devin Zeagal, looking as smug as ever, leans forward, eager to introduce the upcoming bout. Holly Hudson and Rose Johnston are at his sides, their expressions a mix of excitement and curiosity for what's next.
Devin Zeagal: Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves for an electrifying match-up next. But before we dive into the action, our very own Chris Rodgers is backstage with one of the competitors. Chris?
The feed switches to the backstage area, where Chris Rodgers, visibly more agitated than before, stands beside the masked Senzhnaya Barsa. Chris's annoyance is palpable, his questions laced with a barely concealed disdain.
Chris Rodgers: Here I am with Senzhnaya Barsa, or should I say, the man behind the... 'pussy cat' mask. Barsa, how do you plan to face Drake Nygma tonight?
Barsa, his posture rigid beneath the Snow Leopard mask, responds with a measured calmness, his voice slightly muffled.
Senzhnaya Barsa: Chris, in the ring, it's not the mask that fights, but the man beneath it. Nygma will face the force of Siberia tonight.
Rodgers, smirking, pushes further, poking fun at Barsa's choice of mask, his tone dripping with condescension.
Chris Rodgers: Really? Because from here, it looks more like you're about to ask for a saucer of milk rather than fight. Are you sure you're in the right place, kitty?
Barsa's body language shifts, and the mention of his mask, a symbol of his heritage and persona, strikes a nerve. His response is terse, the irritation clear even through the mask.
Senzhnaya Barsa: Mockery is the weapon of those who fear what they do not understand, Chris. The Snow Leopard does not seek approval, nor does it fear mockery. You'll see!
With a sharp turn, Barsa storms off towards the stage, his strides purposeful, leaving a smirking Rodgers in his wake.
Chris Rodgers: Well, folks, our 'feline friend' didn't appreciate the commentary. Let's see if his claws are as sharp in the ring.
The feed cuts back to the announcer's table, where Devin, Holly, and Rose can't help but react to the tense exchange.
Devin Zeagal: Tensions are running high tonight, and it looks like Barsa is more than ready to prove his worth. What do you think, ladies?
Holly Hudson, leaning in, adds her perspective, her tone indicating respect for Barsa's stoic handling of Rodgers's jibes.
Holly Hudson: Whatever you think of the mask, it's clear Barsa is here to fight, not play. His dedication to his craft and heritage is evident, and I think Nygma has a real challenge ahead.
Rose Johnston, chiming in with a slight grin, adds a lighter note to the conversation.
Rose Johnston: I just hope Chris doesn't end up on the wrong side of those 'feline' reflexes. Barsa seems ready to turn that mockery into motivation.
With the stage set and anticipation at its peak, the trio turns their attention to the ring, ready for the clash between Drake Nygma and Senzhnaya Barsa. This match promises to be as much about pride and heritage as skill and strength.
The tension was palpable as the bell echoed through the Tokyo Dome; Drake Nygma and Snezhnaya Barsa locked eyes. Nygma, leveraging his superior strength, launched the first assault with a thunderous Shoulder Block, attempting to establish dominance early on. Barsa, however, displayed his renowned agility, sidestepping at the last moment and countering with a swift Leopard Leap. This springboard moonsault caught Nygma off-guard.
Devin Zeagal: Look at that agility from Barsa! Nygma's strength is formidable, but Barsa's quickness is on another level.
Nygma, undeterred, rose quickly, his gaze hardened. He charged again, connecting with a Big Boot that sent Barsa reeling into the ropes. The impact was significant, but Barsa used the momentum, bouncing back with a Siberian Swirl. This dizzying corkscrew splash took Nygma down.
Holly Hudson: It's like watching a dance, with each move perfectly countered by another. Barsa's resilience is truly remarkable.
The match continued with this electrifying pace. Nygma employed his brawling prowess with a series of Uppercuts and Palm Strikes, each blow echoing through the arena. Barsa, feeling the pressure, dipped into his repertoire of high-flying maneuvers, executing a flawless Frost Flip. This reverse 450° splash left the audience in awe as he came crashing down on Nygma.
Rose Johnston: Whenever Nygma seems to have the upper hand, Barsa takes to the skies and levels the playing field. It's a breathtaking display of athleticism.
Holly Hudson: I got to hand it to you, Zeagal. I don't know where you found this Russian and how he got here, but if you ask me, he's got the mark of a future champion.
Devin Zeagal: Oooh, a compliment from the spunky redhead. I'll take it.
The battle raged on, with Nygma catching Barsa in a crushing Bear Hug, his arms around the agile wrestler like steel bands. The crowd held its breath as Barsa struggled, his face contorted in pain. With sheer willpower and ingenuity, Barsa wriggled an arm free, delivering a sharp elbow to Nygma's temple, breaking the hold.
Devin Zeagal: That's the spirit of a fighter! Barsa Isn't just quick on his feet; he's quick-witted, too, finding a way out of Nygma's grasp.
Regaining his composure, Barsa launched a counter-offensive, jumping up onto the ropes and launching himself into the air before grabbing Nygma by the head and taking him down to the mat head first with a Tundra Twist DDT; the move executed with surgical precision. as both wrestlers got to their feet, Nygma showcased his resilience, absorbing the punishment and retaliating with a Spear which seemed to shake the very foundation of the ring.
Holly Hudson: This is what Ultimate Wrestling is all about! Two warriors, each refusing to back down, giving everything they've got.
Rose Johnston: This is anyone's match right now! I can't tell if anyone has been able to take control of this contest.
As the match wore on, the exertion began to take its toll. Barsa's once graceful movements showed signs of fatigue, while Nygma's strikes lost some earlier ferocity. Yet, neither competitor showed any sign of surrender, their determination as evident as ever.
In a pivotal moment with everyone on the edge of their seats, Barsa launched himself from the top rope, aiming to deliver his Arctic Assault. Nygma, however, showcased his ring savvy by rolling aside at the last moment, causing Barsa to crash into the mat with nothing but air to break his fall. Capitalizing on this misstep, Nygma hoisted Barsa with a grunt, setting him up for the Sphinx's Judgment. With a swift motion, he executed the rolling cutter, driving Barsa's head into the mat with a thud that reverberated throughout the Tokyo Dome.
Devin Zeagal: Nygma's timing was impeccable there! When Barsa thought he had the upper hand, Nygma turned the tables with that brutal Sphinx's Judgment!
The referee slid into position, his hand chopping the air as he counted. "One... Two..." The crowd held its breath, anticipation hanging thick in the air. At the last fraction of a second, Barsa's shoulder shot up off the mat, breaking the count and eliciting a collective gasp from the audience.
Holly Hudson: I can't believe it! Barsa's resilience is just astounding. Kicking out of the Sphinx's judgment after such a high-impact maneuver shows the kind of spirit he's made of.
Devin Zeagal: This is a man not only fighting for himself, Holly. He's fighting for all of Mother Russia who have to fight a war alone against Ukrainian Nazis.
Holly Hudson: Are you kidding me, Zeagal? Don't tell me you buy into that Putin Propaganda! Operation "Z" is a joke and an excuse for Putin to expand his empire.
Devin Zeagal: I'm not here to listen to Western political talking points, Hudson. I'm trying to tell the story of a man fighting for his country's spirit to the fans watching at home.
The match, far from over, continued to escalate as both competitors, running on sheer adrenaline and determination, traded blows in a testament to their incredible athleticism and will to win. Nygma, slightly staggered by Barsa's tenacity, pressed on with a series of calculated strikes, each intended to wear down the Russian wrestler further. Barsa, for his part, parried with counterattacks that showcased his acrobatic prowess and technical skill, refusing to be outdone.
Devin Zeagal: This is more than just a match; it's a battle of wills. Nygma and Barsa are pushing beyond their limits, refusing to give the other an inch.
Rose Johnston: Something I took note of just now. You know Nygma is extremely tall, almost as Tall as Kronin, yet he weighs about a hundred pounds less than him. I think his trimness is helping him a great deal here, stamina-wise, to hang with Barsa.
Holly Hudson: That's a great point, Rose.
As the match wore on, the toll on both wrestlers became evident. Sweat glistened on their bodies, and their movements, though still precise, carried the weight of exhaustion. Yet, neither showed any sign of backing down, their resolve as unyielding as when the bell first rang.
Barsa, seizing a momentary advantage, executed a flawless Blizzard Breaker Hurricanrana, sending Nygma tumbling across the ring. The crowd roared in approval as Barsa went for the cover, the referee's hand descending rapidly for the count. "One... Two..." But Nygma powered out, thrusting his shoulder up just before the three, his determination unbroken.
Devin Zeagal: Just when you think Barsa has it in the bag, Nygma shows why he's not to be underestimated. This match is a rollercoaster!
Holly Hudson: One of the best matches we've seen on Clash in a long while.
Rose Johnston: It feels wrong that someone has to lose.
Devin Zeagal: Well, if the match doesn't end soon, it could end in a draw, which would be a shame.
In an impressive display of agility, Nygma rebounded quickly, catching Barsa off-guard with a swift Uppercut, followed by a Palm Strike that echoed through the dome. Barsa staggered, momentarily dazed, but his resilience shone through as he narrowly avoided a subsequent Spear, countering with a daring leap that transitioned into a crossbody splash, grounding Nygma once again.
With Nygma on the mat, Barsa locked in a figure four-leg lock, wrenching at Nygma's legs with calculated cruelty. The pain was evident on Nygma's face as he clawed toward the ropes, forcing a break that Barsa reluctantly gave.
Devin Zeagal: Barsa's technical prowess is on full display here. He's targeting Nygma's legs, perhaps looking to neutralize those powerful strikes.
Holly Hudson: Not a bad strategy.
Barsa, summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, rolled away from Nygma, using the ropes to pull himself up. Nygma charged, aiming to end the match with his signature Spear, but Barsa displayed incredible agility, leaping over Nygma and executing a stunning Sunset Flip, transitioning into a pin attempt. The referee slid into position, counting rapidly, "One... Two..." but Nygma managed to escape, rolling out just in time.
Holly Hudson: What a counter by Barsa! Nygma thought he had the upper hand, but Barsa turned the tables with unbelievable agility!
Both competitors were visibly exhausted, their movements slower, yet neither was willing to concede. Barsa, in a display of his acrobatic prowess, climbed to the top rope, aiming for a high-risk maneuver. Nygma, however, was quick to react, shaking the ropes and causing Barsa to lose his balance, teetering precariously on the turnbuckle.
Rose Johnston: This is dangerous territory for both wrestlers. At this stage of the match, it's about who can capitalize on the other's mistake.
Nygma seized the opportunity, climbing up to join Barsa on the ropes. The two struggled for supremacy, exchanging blows high above the ring. In a heart-stopping moment, Barsa gained the upper hand, pushing Nygma off the ropes and following up with a breathtaking Diving Crossbody. Both men crashed to the mat, and Barsa hooked Nygma's leg for the pin. "One... Two..." Nygma's foot found the bottom rope, forcing the referee to break the count.
Devin Zeagal: Incredible ring awareness by Nygma! Just when it looked like Barsa had him, Nygma used the ropes to his advantage.
Rose Johnston: That smart wrestler right there.
The match had transformed into a spectacle of sheer willpower and athletic prowess. Barsa, slightly limping from the earlier leg lock, eyed Nygma warily as both men circled each other, looking for an opening. Nygma, sensing an opportunity, lunged forward with a series of Palm Strikes aimed at Barsa's head, each forcing Barsa to retreat further into the corner.
Devin Zeagal: Nygma is like a predator right now, stalking Barsa and looking to exploit any sign of weakness.
Barsa, cornered and under pressure, ducked under a particularly vicious Palm Strike and responded with a quick jab to Nygma's midsection, followed by a stunning Pele Kick that caught Nygma squarely on the jaw. Nygma stumbled backward, dazed, as Barsa capitalized on the moment, sprinting from one corner to launch himself into a spectacular Tornado DDT that spiked Nygma into the mat.
Holly Hudson: What a comeback by Barsa! Just when you think he's down, he pulls out moves like that Tornado DDT!
The crowd erupted in cheers as Barsa climbed the ropes once again, not missing a beat, signaling for his signature Frost Flip. The anticipation in the arena was palpable as Barsa launched himself into the air, executing the move with flawless precision. However, at the last moment, Nygma rolled away, leaving Barsa to crash and burn on the unforgiving mat below.
Rose Johnston: The high-risk moves are always a double-edged sword. Barsa's Frost Flip is breathtaking, but it just backfired spectacularly.
Nygma, seizing the opportunity, dragged Barsa to the center of the ring and locked in a Liontamer, wrenching back with all his might, putting immense pressure on Barsa's lower back and legs. The center of the ring offered no sanctuary, no ropes within reach for a desperate grab, leaving Barsa trapped in the agonizing hold.
Devin Zeagal: Nygma has Barsa exactly where he wants him, in the center of the ring with that Liontamer cinched in tight. This could very well be the end of the line for Barsa.
Barsa's face was a mask of pain and determination, visible even beneath his leopard mask. He clawed at the mat, dragging his body inch by inch. Still, Nygma's strength was unyielding, pulling back even harder, forcing Barsa to contort in an unnatural arch.
Holly Hudson: The resilience of Barsa is unbelievable, but sometimes, the body can't go where the spirit is willing. There's no shame in tapping out when caught in a hold as devastating as the Liontamer.
The crowd was on its feet, some shouting encouragement, others wincing at the sight of Barsa's plight. Despite his Herculean effort to escape, Barsa's movements began to slow, the energy-sapping from his body with each passing second.
Rose Johnston: It's a torturous position to be in, and Nygma is not giving Barsa even a sliver of hope for escape. This is the ruthless side of wrestling, where skill meets sheer force.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of struggle, Barsa's hand hesitantly tapped the mat, signaling his submission. The referee immediately called for the bell, prompting Nygma to release the hold. Barsa lay on the mat, exhausted and defeated but not dishonored, having given everything he had.
Devin Zeagal: And there you have it, folks. Nygma emerges victorious, but let's not take anything away from Barsa. He fought like a warrior tonight.
With a touch of irony in her voice, Holly Hudson commented, "It's almost poetic, isn't it? The wrestler in the cat mask was brought down by a move called the Liontamer. There's a certain symmetry to that."
As Nygma celebrated his hard-fought victory, the respect from the crowd was palpable, not just for the victor but for the valiant effort of the defeated Barsa. This match would be remembered as a testament to the spirit of competition and the unbreakable will of two incredible athletes.
The Tokyo Dome's electrifying atmosphere shifted as the live feed cut from the intense action in the ring to the well-known commentary team, poised to introduce a segment that promised to add a new layer of intrigue to the evening. Devin Zeagal leaned into his microphone, his voice carrying the weight of anticipation.
Devin Zeagal: Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves. We're about to dive into a story shrouded in mystery and speculation. Chris Rodgers is standing by with a figure who's been the talk of the wrestling world, the enigmatic Tae-Hyun Lim, also known as the Pyongyang Powerhouse.
Holly Hudson, her curiosity piqued, chimed in.
Holly Hudson: Tae-Hyun Lim has been a shadowy figure, with rumors swirling around his past and his sudden emergence in Ultimate Wrestling. It's time we got some answers straight from the source.
Rose Johnston nodded in agreement, her expression serious.
Rose Johnston: With a nickname like 'Pyongyang Powerhouse,' you know there's a deep story there. I'm keen to hear what Lim has to say.
The scene transitioned to the backstage area, where Chris Rodgers stood, microphone in hand, next to the imposing figure of Tae-Hyun Lim. Chris began the interview with a direct approach.
Chris Rodgers: We're here with the man who's been the center of much speculation, Tae-Hyun Lim. Tae-Hyun, there's been a lot of talk about your intentions in Ultimate Wrestling. Can you give us some insight into why you're here?
Tae-Hyun Lim, whose presence dominated the screen, responded calmly yet firmly.
Tae-Hyun Lim: Chris, there's no need for roundabout questions. I am here as the blood heir of Emperor Kim Jung-Un, on a mission to avenge my father's demise and reclaim the honor that was stripped from our family.
Visibly shocked by the bold declaration, Chris pressed further. It was clear Chris still harbored a lot of bad feelings toward the North Koreans after he and the rest of the Ultimate Wrestling roster were taken hostage by them and forced to participate in his vile Death Sport tournament.
Chris Rodgers: You're openly stating your lineage to that psychopath? That's a heavy legacy to carry into the wrestling world. What exactly do you plan to achieve with this vendetta?
Tae-Hyun Lim's facial expression soured. It was clear Chris had angered him by calling his deceased father a madman.
Tae-Hyun Lim: How dare you call my late father insane! Just look at the madman who runs your country! He killed 25 million of my people in an instant!
Chris Rodgers: Maybe I should remind you it was your father who started the damn conflict in the first place! If it wasn't for Valora and Sato, your father would have destroyed all of America! Your father and your people got exactly what they deserved!
Tae-Hyun lost his cool and shoved Chris Rodger so hard that the old codger fell to the floor with a thud. The massive North Korean then stood over him, shouting irrately.
Tae-Hyun Lim: My father did what he had to do to keep you American dogs in line! You act as if you own the world and, therefore, can police it the way you see fit!
Tae-Hyun spat on Chris Rodgers, who was still on the floor, dazed and confused. Tae-Hyun then turned around and stared dead into the camera as he yelled like a raving lunatic.
Tae-Hyun Lim: Takuma Sato! Valora Salinas! I am coming for both of you! I will avenge my father! The world will see your demise before the Pyongyang Power House leaves Japan!
With that bold statement, Lim slammed the microphone onto the floor, sending a horrible sound through the headsets of the announcer team. As the feed cut back to them, they were clearly in pain from the screeching sound that pierced their eardrums.
The sudden eruption of chaos backstage left the Tokyo Dome and its viewers in a state of shock. As the live feed hastily transitioned back to the announcer team, the atmosphere was tense, the air thick with the aftermath of Tae-Hyun Lim's outburst. Devin Zeagal, Holly Hudson, and Rose Johnston, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, composed themselves to address the audience.
Devin Zeagal, rubbing his ears, managed to gather his thoughts first, his voice a mix of astonishment and concern.
Devin Zeagal: Folks, we just witnessed something... unprecedented. The intensity and, frankly, the violence we saw from Tae-Hyun Lim goes beyond professional Wrestling. This is personal, deeply personal.
Holly Hudson, her usual composure shaken, added her perspective, highlighting the gravity of the situation.
Holly Hudson: What started as an interview escalated into a declaration of personal war. Tae-Hyun Lim's actions and words leave no doubt about his intentions. This isn't just about wrestling anymore; it's a vendetta that's found its way into our ring.
Rose Johnston, known for her ability to cut to the heart of the matter, pointed out the broader implications.
Rose Johnston: This goes beyond Tae-Hyun Lim and Chris Rodgers. The threats made against Takuma Sato and Valora Salinas tonight are serious. Ultimate Wrestling has become the stage for a conflict that could spiral out of control if we're not careful.
The team shared a somber look, understanding the potential ramifications of what had just unfolded. The Tokyo Dome, usually alive with the thrill of competition, was now marked by the shadow of an impending storm. Devin Zeagal, taking a deep breath, addressed the viewers with a solemn tone.
Devin Zeagal: We're committed to providing the best in wrestling entertainment, but our wrestlers' and staff's safety and well-being are paramount. Please don't worry; we will take all necessary steps to address tonight's events. Perhaps my adopted son Rakshasa Tora can humble this beast and show him that Ultimate Wrestling will not be so easily defeated.
Holly Hudson, always one to stand up for justice, added her thoughts.
Holly Hudson: Wrestling is about competition, respect, and sportsmanship. What happened just now was none of those things. We stand with Chris Rodgers and condemn any actions that harm or disrespect to our staff.
The anticipation in the Tokyo Dome had reached a crescendo as Scott Slade, positioned in the ring with a microphone, was set to introduce the competitors in this eagerly awaited match. The electric atmosphere had the audience perched on the edge of their seats, awaiting the arrival of the wrestlers.
The first notes of "Cantata to Comrade Kim Jong Il" pierced the air, heralding the entrance of Tae-Hyun Lim. As he made his way down the aisle, the crowd's reaction was immediate and intense; a cacophony of boos filled the stadium. Disdain was palpable, with some fans from the upper bowl attempting to throw trash in his direction, a clear sign of their disdain for his controversial legacy and bold declarations.
Scott Slade, unfazed by the tumultuous reception, began his announcement, his voice cutting through the noise: "Making his way to the ring, from the lost city of Pyongyang, North Korea, weighing in at 270 pounds, the Pyongyang Powerhouse, Tae-Hyun Lim!" His words added to the charged atmosphere, each syllable echoing Lim's contentious path to the Ultimate Wrestling stage.
The mood shifted as "Shadow's Whisper" by Kaminari Drums started to play, signaling the entrance of Rakshasa Tora. The Tokyo native received a warm welcome from his hometown crowd, starkly contrasting Lim's reception. Tora's calm yet determined demeanor resonated with the audience, his connection to the city and his story of resilience striking a chord with many in attendance.
As Tora approached the ring, Scott Slade continued, "And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 230 pounds, representing Dojo Z, 'The Silent Predator,' Rakshasa Tora!" With both competitors now in the ring, the stage was set for a clash that was more than just a physical battle; it was a confrontation of ideologies, backgrounds, and personal vendettas, all under the watchful eyes of the Ultimate Wrestling fans.
The bell rang, slicing through the tension in the Tokyo Dome, signaling the start of the highly anticipated match between the two combatants. The two competitors circled each other cautiously, the air thick with anticipation. Lim, embodying his moniker's raw power and aggression, made the first move, charging Tora with a thunderous roar and attempting a clothesline to take Tora down early. However, Tora, trained in Aikido's fluid, anticipatory movements, effortlessly sidestepped the attack, using Lim's momentum against him to execute a graceful Aikido throwdown, sending Lim crashing to the mat.
Devin Zeagal: That's it! See the precision? That's Dojo Z training right there. Tora is a testament to the effectiveness of our techniques!
Undeterred by the early setback, Lim quickly recovered, getting back to his feet with a scowl. He lunged at Tora again, this time with a series of heavy palm strikes, showcasing the brute force he was known for. Maintaining his composure, Tora blocked and parried each strike calmly, countering with a swift and precise Flying High Knee that caught Lim off-guard, sending him stumbling backward.
Holly Hudson: Tora's doing a great job using Lim's aggression against him. It's not just about strength in this ring; it's about how you use it.
Devin Zeagal: For once, Holly, you're right.
The match continued with Tora maintaining a defensive yet effective strategy, utilizing his agility and technical prowess to counter Lim's power moves. In a display of his wrestling acumen, Tora managed to trap Lim in the corner, delivering a series of calculated strikes and chops, each blow echoing through the dome.
As Lim fought his way out of the corner, he managed to land a solid punch to Tora's midsection, momentarily winding him. Seizing the opportunity, Lim hoisted Tora in sheer strength and executed a punishing Pyongyang Powerbomb, planting Tora onto the mat with a ground-shaking impact. Lim went for the cover, but Tora kicked out just before the three-count, much to the crowd's relief.
Devin Zeagal: A close call, but that's the resilience of a Dojo Z fighter. Tora has been through worse in training. He's got this!
Holly Hudson: I don't know, Zeagal; he was in control of this match, and then suddenly, he's on his back. That was a second away from the game over.
Rose Johnston: You're right, Holly; Lim can quickly put an opponent away.
The match progressed with both competitors showcasing their strengths. Lim's power and relentless aggression clashed with Tora's technical skill and strategic defense. In a particularly tense moment, Tora locked Lim in the Gory Special, applying pressure and stretching Lim's back in a torturous display of technical wrestling. Lim's face contorted in pain, but he refused to submit, eventually powering out of the hold with a herculean effort that threw Tora off balance.
Holly Hudson: Lim's power is undeniable, but Tora's technical skill keeps him in this match. It's a classic clash of styles.
Rose Johnston: We've seen a lot of different styles tonight, Holly. This is a testament to Devin's work bringing fantastic fighters from different backgrounds to Ultimate Wrestling!
Devin Zeagal: Thank you, Rose. I only work with the best.
Sensing the shift in momentum, Tora swiftly regrouped and launched a series of rapid strikes, utilizing his Aikido training to maintain control. Lim, however, responded with a relentless barrage of his own, his strikes fueled by raw strength and determination. The two athletes were locked in a fierce exchange; each blow met with a counter, their respective disciplines on full display.
In a surprising turn, Tora executed a flawless Wheelbarrow Victory Roll, catching Lim off-guard. The move showcased Tora's agility and wrestling IQ, earning him a near fall as the referee's hand came down for the two-count before Lim powered out.
Devin Zeagal: That's the innovation I've instilled in Tora. He's not just a brawler; he's a thinker in that ring!
Rose Johnston: He's also quite good-looking. Is he single, Zeagal?
Holly Hudson: Why are you looking for a date, Johnston?
Rose Johnston: What if I am? Jeremiah is off the market now.
Devin Zeagal: Ladies. Ladies. Ladies, plenty of good-looking men are in Dojo Z. In fact, one is sitting in between you now.
Holly Hudson: Oh man... I think I'm going to barf.
As the match wore on, the toll of the intense physical contest became evident on both competitors. Using his technical prowess, Tora managed to lock Lim in a precarious submission hold, the Hermit Kingdom Hold. The Tokyo Dome was on the edge of its seat as Lim struggled, his face a mask of pain and defiance. But in a display of sheer willpower, Lim reached the ropes, forcing a break.
Holly Hudson, visibly impressed by the resilience shown by both wrestlers, couldn't help but comment.
Holly Hudson: I don't like Lim, but that was impressive willpower.
Rose Johnston: He's on a mission, Holly. He wants to prove to Rupert and Zeagal that he deserves a chance at Salinas and Sato.
Lim's frustration was palpable as he forcefully pulled himself up, using the ropes for leverage. His eyes, burning with a renewed fire, locked onto Tora, slowly returning to his feet, still reeling from the previous exchange. Lim advanced toward Tora with a predatory glare, his every step measured and deliberate, signaling the impending onslaught.
Devin Zeagal: Watch closely, Holly. This is where Lim's true power comes into play. But trust in Tora's training; he's been through worse.
Without warning, Lim unleashed a vicious assault, his strikes now aimed precisely to incapacitate rather than just harm. Caught off-guard by the sudden ferocity, Tora found himself on the defensive, each block and dodge becoming more desperate.
Lim managed to corner Tora against the turnbuckle in a moment that would define the match. With a malicious intent clear in his eyes, Lim grabbed Tora by the head and flung him face-first into the steel ring post with such force that the impact echoed throughout the Tokyo Dome. Tora slumped to the mat, his face now a crimson mask, the cut above his eye bleeding profusely.
Holly Hudson: Oh my god, that's brutal! This isn't just about winning anymore for Lim; he's trying to end Tora's career!
Rose Johnston: This has gotten out of hand. The referee needs to check on Tora; that cut looks bad.
Lim, however, was relentless. He dragged Tora back to the center of the ring, delivering a series of punishing blows that left Tora defenseless. Sensing he was near the end, Lim hoisted Tora up and executed his devastating final move, the Nuclear Nemesis. The Gogoplata was locked in tight, Tora's face contorted in agony as he struggled for air, the blood from his wound making the hold even more slippery and difficult to escape.
Devin Zeagal, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief, could barely contain his emotions.
Devin Zeagal: Come on, Tora! You can fight this! Don't let this... this tyrant win!
But it was too late. Tora's struggles grew weaker, the lack of oxygen and the loss of blood taking their toll. With one final effort, Tora reached out, his hand trembling, before it fell limply to the mat. With no other option, the referee called for the bell, signaling the end of the match as Lim released the hold, standing over Tora in a chilling display of dominance.
Holly Hudson: I can't believe what we've just witnessed. This was beyond a wrestling match; this was a statement from Lim.
Rose Johnston: And what a statement it was. Tora is seriously hurt.
Devin Zeagal, his pride wounded and his concern for Tora evident, could only watch in silence as medical personnel rushed to the ring to attend to his protégé. The crowd, still processing the brutal conclusion, remained eerily silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.
As Lim exited the ring, his expression unreadable, the Tokyo Dome was left to ponder the ramifications of this match. It was clear that Tae-Hyun Lim was a force to be reckoned with in Ultimate Wrestling. Still, the cost of his victory would not soon be forgotten, especially by Devin Zeagal and the Dojo Z stable.
The live feed transitions smoothly from the aftermath of the match, where Devin Zeagal is visibly rattled, to a composed Chris Rodgers backstage, an ice pack clutched to the back of his head. Despite the evident discomfort, Rodgers is prepared, microphone in hand, ready for his next segment.
Chris Rodgers: Folks, I've never been one to hold back my opinions. I've made it clear I'm no fan of Valora Salinas, and I agree with President McStrump's views on her. But given what we both endured in North Korea, I'm setting aside my personal feelings for a fair interview.
Valora Salinas, the Submission Specialist Champion, stands confidently beside him, the championship belt draped over her shoulder, her gaze steady and unyielding.
Chris Rodgers: Valora, your victory against Takuma Sato at Ultra Slam was nothing short of controversial. You used a forklift, of all things, to crush him to the point of submission, sidelining him with injuries. What do you have to say about that unconventional tactic?
Valora Salinas: Chris, in war, and make no mistake, that's what it is with Sato; all tactics are fair. Sato wouldn't have hesitated to use every advantage against me. I did what I had to do to win and protect what was mine.
Chris, nodding, shifts the topic to her upcoming opponent, Chuluun Bold.
Chris Rodgers: Let's talk about Chuluun Bold. Some say he's not just any wrestler but a living vampire with unmatched strength. How do you prepare for someone or something like that?
Valora Salinas: Chuluun's strength and his... condition present unique challenges, but I've faced and overcome worse. I'll exploit every weakness, every opening. He's powerful, but he's not invincible.
The conversation then turns to the threats made by Tae-Hyun Lim against her and Sato.
Chris Rodgers: Tae-Hyun Lim has been vocal about his vendetta against you and Sato, blaming you for his father's demise. How do you respond to such direct threats?
Valora Salinas, her expression turning steely, addresses the question head-on.
Valora Salinas: Lim's grievances are misplaced. His father was a tyrant, and what happened resulted from his actions. If Lim wants to come after me, he'll find I'm a challenging target. I survived North Korea; I can handle him.
As the tension during the interview between Chris Rodgers and Valora Salinas mounts, an unexpected scream pierces the air, "Don't call my father a tyrant!" The sudden outburst causes Chris Rodgers to exclaim in frustration, "Not again," before hastily retreating from the scene.
In the next moment, Tae-Hyun Lim barrels into view, his momentum unchecked as he delivers a devastating spear to Valora, bringing her crashing down onto her back with a thud. Fueled by rage, Lim begins to unleash a furious barrage of punches towards Valora's face, each blow echoing the intensity of his vendetta.
The chaos escalates until Kara Reinhardt, emerging seemingly from nowhere, delivers a powerful kick directly to Lim's face. The impact is so forceful that it sends Lim sprawling off Valora, rendering him unconscious on the cold floor.
Amid the turmoil, Kronin Reinhardt joins his sister, Kara, ensuring Lim remains subdued on the ground. Their swift intervention brings a momentary pause to the pandemonium, their figures standing guard over the incapacitated Lim as they signal for security.
The scene grows even more chaotic as Abbigail Dresden, Valora's protege, rushes into the frame, her concern evident as she attempts to assist a visibly dazed Valora. The impact of the fall has left Valora disoriented, her head having struck the unforgiving concrete with considerable force.
As the live feed hastily cuts back to the announcer team, the atmosphere is palpable with shock and urgency. Devin Zeagal, Holly Hudson, and Rose Johnston are visibly taken aback by the chaotic events that unfolded backstage. Regaining his composure first, Devin leans into the microphone, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Devin Zeagal: Folks, in all my time in this business, I've never seen anything like that. Tae-Hyun Lim's attack on Valora Salinas was uncalled for; frankly, it's a disgrace to the sport.
Equally shocked but with a note of indignation in her voice, Holly Hudson chimes in.
Holly Hudson: That was beyond the pale, but this is professional wrestling, Zeagal. You might not be used to stuff like this, but I've seen some shit in my day covering this sport back there. I will say this: Lim is dangerous and unhinged, and if he gets in the ring with Salinas or Sato, I don't envy Referee Bob's Sigro trying to keep the match from getting considerably out of hand.
Devin Zeagal: Valora's lucky Kara and Kronin were there to step in.
Rose Johnston, who's been observing quietly, finally adds her thoughts, her tone serious.
Rose Johnston: What we just witnessed speaks volumes about the tension in Ultimate Wrestling. It's not just about titles and matches; deep-seated vendettas are at play here. Tae-Hyun Lim's actions crossed a line tonight, and there must be consequences.
Devin nods in agreement, his expression grave.
Devin Zeagal: Absolutely, Rose. This goes beyond competition. We're talking about the safety of our wrestlers and staff. Rupert and I will be discussing fines and possible suspensions tonight after the show, I'm sure.
Holly, still visibly shaken but resolute, adds a final thought.
Holly Hudson: One thing's for sure: Valora Salinas won't take this lying down. She's a fighter, and I wouldn't be surprised if she's already plotting her next move. This is far from over.
As the haunting melodies of "Wolf Totem" by The Hu filled the Tokyo Dome, the crowd's attention shifted towards the entrance ramp. Emerging into the spotlight, Chuluun Bold commanded the arena with his imposing presence. Dressed in a striking red leather jacket adorned with a peculiar Mongolian pendant that seemed to hold ancient secrets, Bold exuded an aura of mystique and raw power. The attire was complemented by a black and red Gi, fitting snugly against his muscular frame, and sturdy black boots, ready for combat.
Standing confidently in the center of the ring, Scott Slade raised his microphone. He announced, "Making his way to the ring, from Dundgovi, Mongolia, weighing in at 295 pounds, 'The Great Khan,' Chuluun Bold!" The crowd, captivated by Bold's unique appearance and the promise of an electrifying match, erupted into a mix of cheers and anticipation.
Devin Zeagal: Look at that, folks. Chuluun Bold isn't just a wrestler; he's a walking embodiment of Mongolian warrior tradition. The pendant he wears is more than just decoration; it symbolizes his heritage and strength.
Holly Hudson: Absolutely, Devin. There's something about Bold that commands attention. It's not just his physical prowess but the way he carries himself. He's a man of few words, but every move and look tells a story when he steps into that ring.
Rose Johnston: And let's not overlook his attire. That red leather jacket and the traditional Gi underneath it—it's like he's wearing his battle armor. Chuluun Bold doesn't just come to fight; he comes to make a statement.
Holly Hudson: This isn't Project Runway Rose. No one cares about his fancy leather jacket.
Bold's confident stride down the aisle was a testament to his formidable reputation as a wrestler. Each step seemed to echo the legacy of his homeland while his focused gaze remained fixed on the ring. In this battleground, he intended to assert his dominance once again. The strange pendant around his neck swayed with his movements, a silent symbol of his heritage and the unyielding spirit that had carried him through countless battles inside and outside the ring.
As he approached the squared circle, Bold removed his jacket, revealing the full extent of his warrior's physique, honed by years of rigorous training and combat. Climbing onto the apron and stepping over the ropes with ease, he stood tall in the ring, surveying the crowd with a quiet confidence that spoke volumes. The Great Khan was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, determined to add another victory to his storied career.
The atmosphere in the Tokyo Dome shifted as the opening chords of "Bring It" by Trapt echoed through the arena, signaling the entrance of Valora Salinas. Emerging onto the stage, Valora appeared slightly unsteady, the aftereffects of her earlier altercation with Lim evident in her demeanor. Concern etched on her face, her protege Abbigail Dresden was by her side, whispering urgently, likely advising against competing under such conditions.
Despite Dresden's evident concern, Valora's resolve was clear. With a determined shake, she dismissed Dresden's cautionary words, pushing past her with a firm hand. Though marked by the remnants of her recent scuffle, her stride was resolute as she made her way down the aisle, the Submission Specialist Championship belt draped proudly over her shoulder.
Taking in the scene with a professional nod, Scott Slade announced, "And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 155 pounds, she is the Submission Specialist Champion, the 'Angel of Death,' Valora Salinas!" Sensing the tension and Valora's fierce determination, the crowd responded with a mixed chorus of cheers and concern.
Devin Zeagal: There's no keeping Valora down, is there? Even after what happened backstage, she's here, ready to fight. That's the heart of a champion.
Holly Hudson: It's admirable, but you must wonder if it's wise. She looks like she took quite a hit earlier. Wrestling is tough enough without adding a potential concussion into the mix.
Rose Johnston: That's just who Valora is, though. No matter the circumstances, she's never been one to back down from a challenge. But I agree with Holly; I hope she's okay.
Valora's entrance to the ring was a testament to her indomitable spirit. Each step seemed to defy the pain and dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her, a silent declaration of her unwillingness to yield, not to her physical ailments nor to her opponents. As she climbed into the ring, her gaze fixed on Bold, there was a palpable sense of defiance, a silent vow that no matter the odds, she was there to compete, to defend her title, and to prove that nothing could keep the 'Angel of Death' from her destined path.
With both fighters poised in their respective corners, the atmosphere in the Tokyo Dome was electric with anticipation. The Submission Specialist Championship belt, the symbol of technical prowess and resilience, was held aloft by referee Bob Sigro, its gold catching the light and drawing the eyes of every spectator in the vast arena. His voice booming through the stadium, Scott Slade announced the high stakes, "Ladies and gentlemen, the title belt is on the line tonight!" His words added an extra layer of intensity to the already palpable tension.
As Scott exited the ring, the sound of the bell pierced the air, marking the official start of this high-stakes submission match. Valora Salinas and Chuluun Bold wasted no time, meeting in the center of the ring with a clash of determination and strength. Initially, it seemed Valora could match Bold's formidable power, her muscles tensing as she stood against the Mongolian giant.
Devin Zeagal: Look at Valora go! She's not backing down an inch, matching Bold strength for strength!
Holly Hudson: That's her style; that's how she rolls.
However, Bold's superior size and strength soon became evident as he began to overpower Valora, his arms like steel bands, as he methodically forced her back into the turnbuckle. Trapped against the padded corner, Valora struggled against Bold's unyielding grip, her face set in a mask of determination and defiance.
Holly Hudson: Valora's in a tough spot here. Bold's strength is overwhelming, but if anyone can find a way out of this, it's her.
In a display of her technical skill and agility, Valora managed to slip under Bold's arm, executing a swift escape. She quickly regrouped, circling her opponent with a renewed sense of purpose. Knowing that a confrontation of strength would not favor her, Valora began to employ her speed and technical prowess, landing a series of quick, precise strikes aimed at Bold's legs, attempting to wear him down and create an opening for a submission.
Rose Johnston: Smart move by Valora, targeting Bold's legs. She's playing to her strengths, using her speed and technicality.
Devin Zeagal: Because of my martial arts background, Rose, I can tell by watching Salinas move that she's been trained in multiple martial arts and professional wrestling styles.
Holly Hudson: That makes her a difficult opponent, even at 41.
Devin Zeagal: You know what I always say, Hudson. Age is just a number.
Holly Hudson: Uhh... What?
Bold, momentarily taken aback by Valora's agility, retaliated with a powerful Mongolian Chop, his hand coming down like a guillotine. Valora narrowly dodged the blow, jumped onto the top turnbuckle, and countered with a Lethal Weapon; her signature Corkscrew 630 Senton landed with precision, showcasing her high-flying skills and willingness to take risks.
Devin Zeagal: That's the high-flying prowess of Valora Salinas! She's bringing the fight to Bold in ways only she can.
The match continued with both competitors exchanging blows and holds, each looking for the slightest weakness to exploit. Valora's strategy became clear as she focused on Bold's limbs, attempting to lock in her feared Aztec Clutch. Bold, aware of the danger, used his raw power to break free from her grasp, countering with a spinebuster that shook the ring, a testament to his strength.
Holly Hudson: Whenever Valora gets close to locking in a submission, Bold uses his incredible strength to break free. This is turning into a real battle of attrition.
As the match progressed, Chuluun Bold, recognizing an opportunity, shifted his focus to Valora Salinas's recently injured arm. The memory of Valora wearing a cast for a fractured forearm—a remnant of her brutal encounter with Sato—was fresh in everyone's minds. Bold, with a strategist's precision, began to exploit this potential weakness, targeting her arm with a series of calculated strikes and holds designed to test the resilience of her recovery.
Devin Zeagal: Bold is zeroing in on Valora's forearm. Remember, folks, that arm was in a cast up until a month ago. This could be a game-changer.
With each strike to Valora's arm, the crowd winced, understanding the significance of Bold's tactic. Valora, grimacing with each blow, fought to protect her arm, using her agility to evade and counterattack. Still, Bold's relentless pursuit made it increasingly difficult.
Holly Hudson: Valora's in a tough spot. That forearm might not be fully healed, and Bold knows it. He's like a shark that's smelled blood.
Bold caught Valora's arm in a particularly tense moment, twisting it behind her back in a painful hammerlock. The strain on Valora's face was evident as she struggled against the hold, her other arm flailing in search of an escape. The Tokyo Dome was filled with the moment's tension, the audience collectively holding their breath as they witnessed the battle unfold.
Rose Johnston: This is intense. Bold is putting the pressure on that forearm. Valora's resilience is being tested like never before.
Valora's spirit remained unbroken despite the pain and the increasingly dire situation. With a sudden burst of energy, she executed a reversal, turning the tables on Bold with an impressive display of technical wrestling. The crowd erupted in cheers as Valora freed herself from the hold, though the impact on her forearm was clear.
Devin Zeagal: What a move by Valora! But at what cost? That arm has to be throbbing right now.
Holly Hudson: I think I might also be seeing some swelling.
Devin Zeagal: That arm of Valora's has to be a weak point. Bold is smart to focus his attack there.
Holly Hudson: It's ruthless, but in a match like this, you use every advantage you can get. Still, you have to wonder if that forearm is truly healed.
Rose Johnston: This is more than just a physical battle; it's a test of Valora's endurance and willpower.
The arena fell into a tense silence as Valora, with grit and determination, managed to escape Bold's clutches. Seizing a fleeting moment of disarray, Valora leaped onto Bold's back, her legs locked around his waist and her arm snaking around his neck to lock in the Aztec Clutch, her signature submission move. The crowd erupted, sensing the tide of the match might be turning.
Holly Hudson: She's got it locked in! The Aztec Clutch! This could be it for Bold!
The hold was cinched in tight, Valora's determination etched on her face as she wrenched back, applying pressure to Bold's neck and spine. But Bold, tapping into his vampiric strength, refused to submit. With a primal roar, he clawed at the mat, his sharp, elongated fingernails tearing through the canvas as he dragged both himself and Valora toward salvation.
Devin Zeagal: Look at that strength! Bold's not going down without a fight!
Inch by agonizing inch, Bold fought through the pain, his face contorted in a mix of agony and resolve. The crowd was on their feet, the atmosphere electric with anticipation as Bold's fingers finally wrapped around the bottom rope. Referee Bob Sigro, recognizing the rope grab, immediately called for the break.
Rose Johnston: Incredible! Bold's resilience is something else. Valora had that hold locked in tight, but he wouldn't tap!
Valora, reluctant yet compelled by the rules, released the hold, rolling away to regroup. Both competitors lay on the mat, breathing heavily, the exertion of the match evident in their every move. The crowd, fully invested in the spectacle, cheered wildly, appreciating the heart and tenacity displayed by both wrestlers.
As they both slowly rose to their feet, the look in their eyes spoke volumes. This was more than just a match; it was a battle of wills, a test of spirit. With the Submission Championship on the line, neither Valora nor Bold was willing to back down, setting the stage for an even more grueling confrontation as the match continued.
Seizing an opening, Valora darted towards Bold with a flurry of strikes, each designed to wear him down and create an opening for her next move. Bold, resilient as ever, countered with a spinebuster that sent Valora crashing to the mat, the impact reverberating throughout the arena.
Devin Zeagal: What a spinebuster by Bold! That's the power of the Great Khan coming into play!
Not to be outdone, Valora quickly regained her footing, her agility on full display as she executed a series of quick arm drags, keeping Bold off balance. The momentum shifted back and forth, with each wrestler looking for the slightest advantage.
Holly Hudson: Valora's not letting that spinebuster slow her down. Her speed is just incredible!
In a critical moment, Valora managed to duck under a wild swing from Bold and positioned herself behind him, locking in a tight Fujiwara armbar. The ring's center became the match's focal point as Valora applied pressure, her technique flawless. The fans roared, understanding the significance of the hold as a way of Valora honoring their nation's wrestling heritage.
Rose Johnston: She's got it locked in! That Fujiwara armbar could be the turning point in this match!
Despite the precarious position, Bold's unique undead resilience became his saving grace. The pain that would have crippled a living opponent seemed only to fuel his determination. With a primal roar, Bold began clawing at the mat, his sharp nails tearing through the canvas as he dragged himself and Valora toward the ropes.
Devin Zeagal: Look at that strength! Bold's not going down without a fight. This is what makes him such a formidable opponent.
Holly Hudson: I've never seen anything like it. It's inhuman!
As Bold's hand finally clasped the bottom rope, Referee Bob Sigro intervened, signaling Valora to release the hold. With a mixture of frustration and respect, Valora complied, stepping back to allow Bold a moment to recover.
Holly Hudson: Valora had him in a perfect spot, but Bold's tenacity is just off the charts. It's going to take more than that to keep him down.
With the match's momentum swinging like a pendulum, Chuluun Bold seized a pivotal moment to assert his dominance over Valora Salinas. His strategy shifted to a more aggressive approach, aiming to exploit any sign of vulnerability in his formidable opponent. A series of precise and powerful kicks targeted Valora's midsection, each strike calculated to weaken her defenses and gain the upper hand. The crowd reacted with awe and concern as Bold's offensive intensified, culminating in a move that could potentially end the match in his favor.
Bold hoisted Valora onto his shoulders in sheer strength and tactical prowess, positioning her face up in preparation for a devastating Argentine backbreaker rack. The Torture Rack, as it's ominously known, was a move perfected by legends like Antonino Rocca, who used it to clinch countless victories by hyperextending his opponents' backs.
Devin Zeagal: Look at that, Holly! That kind of power move changes the tide of a match. Bold is using a classic, the Torture Rack, and executing it precisely.
The Tokyo Dome fell into hushed anticipation as Bold began to apply pressure, his arms tightening around Valora's head and leg. The intent was clear: to bend Valora's spine beyond its limits, forcing her into submission. The pain was evident on Valora's face, her body contorted unnaturally over Bold's broad shoulders.
Holly Hudson: Come on, Valora! You can fight out of it!
Devin Zeagal: Well, someone is a Salinas fan.
Holly Hudson: What's there not to be a fan of? She's one of the most successful female wrestlers of all time.
In a desperate bid for freedom, she reached up, her fingers finding Bold's eyes. With a swift rake across his face, she compromised Bold's vision, causing an immediate release of the hold. Valora's resilience shone through as she landed on the mat, both wrestlers momentarily incapacitated by the intense exchange.
Rose Johnston: Incredible! Just when it looked like Valora was done for, she pulled off a move like that. It's that never-say-die attitude that's made her a champion.
Devin Zeagal: That's the thing about wrestling, folks. It's not just about strength but strategy, resilience, and sometimes, just surviving long enough to turn the tables.
As both competitors regrouped, the match continued, the outcome still hanging in the balance. The crowd, fully invested in the clash of these two titans, roared their encouragement, knowing they were witnessing a battle that would be remembered in Ultimate Wrestling history.
Devin Zeagal: Valora's using her speed to her advantage, keeping Bold on his toes. She's a veteran of the ring, and it shows.
Holly Hudson: Absolutely, Devin. But she needs to be careful. One wrong move and Bold could take control again.
In a swift move, Valora darted towards Bold, sliding between his legs and quickly getting behind him. Before Bold could turn around, Valora had already jumped onto his back, locking in a sleeper hold, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The crowd gasped as Valora applied pressure, her arms constricting around Bold's neck.
Rose Johnston: She's got him in a sleeper! If she can keep this up, Bold might be in real trouble.
Devnin Zeagal: Look at her hanging off Bold! She is crazy! I love it!
Bold's face turned an extremely dark, almost purple, red as he struggled against Valora's grip, his hands reaching up to try and pry her arms away. But Valora held on tight, her determination evident in her clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
Devin Zeagal: This is what makes Valora so dangerous. She can lock in a submission from anywhere!
However, Bold's strength was to be recognized. With a roar of effort, he stood up, Valora still clinging to his back. In a display of brute force, Bold ran backward, smashing Valora into the turnbuckle. The impact forced Valora to loosen her hold. Bold capitalized on the moment, elbowing her in the side to break free completely.
Holly Hudson: Ouch! That's one way to break a hold!
As Bold and Valora separated, both panting heavily, they circled each other once again. Rubbing her back from the impact, Valora eyed Bold warily, knowing she had to be cautious yet aggressive to win.
To Be Continued in Part - 3