The Desert: Cairo, Egypt
92 Days Until The Tournament of Fortune.
The hot sun beamed down unforgivingly on an excavation site surrounded by trucks and workers. The men were hard at work illegally raiding an undiscovered pyramid long buried in the sands of the desert miles away from Cairo's capital city. A small, tan-skinned man suddenly rushed out of the pyramid temple door and up the ramp and path dug out by the excavation team. He stumbled as he repeatedly screamed, "Mr. Tepes!" while carrying a large red orb with golden spirals bordering its perimeter. Another tall man dressed strangely in black garbs turned around, revealing a face half-hidden by high-tech electronic sunglasses and a long, sinister-looking goatee. He awaited his hurried servant stumbling toward him, out of breath as he slowly approached him with the item in his possession.
Mr. Tepes: What have you found?
The exhausted servant dropped to his knees and held the ancient artifact up to his master. As Tepes gazed into the Orb, he witnessed an almost mystical event as the Eye of Ra appeared on the Orb inexplicably and then disappeared. A smile came over his face as he took custody of the Orb in his pale white hands.
Mr. Tepes: You've done well, Basarab, my old friend. Could you tell the others inside to load up the trucks with whatever else they've found and can carry out of the shrine room? We must leave within the hour to make it to Port Said undiscovered by the authorities.
Basarab: We take the ferry to Athens, then master?
Mr. Tepes: Indeed, and from there, we fly to New York. Wealth and prosperity await us on the black market. The ignorant and sordid American aristocracy will pay handsomely for such prominent relics.
Basarab hurried back into the ancient pyramid and began barking orders at the rest of the men inside, looting the temple. Despite a massive cave-in and losing half of his hired help, Tepes's trucks are mostly loaded within the hour as commanded. The scene ends with the trucks heading north toward the Mediterranean. Basarab sat in the truck's cargo hold, staring back at the excavation site, painfully squinting from the setting sun glaring in his eyes with a worried look.
Basarab: Horus and Ra forgive us for what we've done today…
Seaside Waterfront Port: Long Island, New York
*32 Days Until "The Tournament of Fortune."
The moonlight shimmered on the seaside waterfront port along the far west side of Long Island. Located at this port was an undisclosed warehouse with a giant black market operating and conducting business. Crates and tables are displayed with military-grade weaponry, jewelry, poached ivory tusks, ancient artifacts, drugs, and other illegal contraband. Men in black suits armed with automatic weapons guarded the damp and crowded structure. Men and women of incredible wealth perused these wares sold by these unsavory specialized merchants. Suddenly, the garage door to the warehouse opened, causing everyone to pause and stare.
A black Limousine converted from a Hummer pulled into the warehouse. Once it came to a halt, the driver exited the vehicle and quickly approached the rear door before opening it. An obese bald man squirmed his way out of the fancy car, followed by an old Asian woman with a heavily painted face. She sported an exotic mink coat, ruined by her excessive chain-smoking and tobacco ashes. The two made for an ungodly sight as they bickered over some ridiculous event before their arrival. A man with a thick Russian accent quickly greeted them as the rest of the shoppers went back to browsing the wares being offered.
Russian: Mr. Mudcock, welcome!
Rupert Mudcock: Please, call me Rupert. This is my wife, Asmita.
Russian: Please browse the goods and enjoy your time here. I'm sure a man of your considerable wealth and stature will find anything he so desires here.
Asmita: I certainly hope so! I miss fashion week in Milan for this shit!
Rupert coughed in annoyance to silence his wife, and in return, she gave him a revolting, angry look. They then went through the warehouse, browsing the products on display. Finally, they stopped at the area being operated by Basarab. Most of the artifacts from their raid on the Egyptian temple were exhibited. The mysterious red Orb with the eye Ra on it quickly caught Rupert's attention, and Basarab's sales instincts took over.
Basarab: Ahh yes…. a fantastic relic from the far corners of Egypt…. said to have incredible power and held sacred by multiple great Pharaohs!
Rupert looked at Basarab with a stern look on his face. Asmita seemed utterly disinterested in the ordeal and pulled a cigarette from a pure silver case in her Chanel clutch purse. She mounted the cigarette on a 1920s extended-style filter and lit it with a silver lighter.
Rupert: I'm not one for superstition, good Sir, but this relic of the past would make a fantastic centerpiece for my new wrestling federation's Franchise championship belt!
Basarab: I… uh, sorry, you said Wrestling? I apologize. I do not follow…
Rupert: Wrestling, Sir, the greatest spectacle of human athleticism! Could this trinket possibly be mounted on a belt?
Basarab: I… I guess? I mean, I don't see why not… Do you realize this is an ancient artifact and that it's priceless? I'm unsure if a... wrestling entrepreneur like yourself could afford such an item.
Asmita snapped out of her daydream, offended by the statement made by Basarab.
Asmita: Do you know who this man is? My Husband's big-time media mogul!
Rupert: I assure you, no price is unreasonable, Sir. How much for the item?
Basarab: Considering its one-of-a-kind nature, we've had it evaluated and valued at 30 million dollars.
- Asmita's expression turned sour almost instantly.*
Asmita: You crazy!
Basarab: I assure you, madam, I am not. We went through a lot of trouble to acquire this item! Lost many men during the process.
Rupert: I must have it! Throw in some jewelry, perhaps worn by Cleopatra herself, and you have a deal, my friend!
Rupert winked at Basarab, hinting that he would like him to make up a story to entice his wife into approving the purchase. Asmita looked on disapprovingly while sucking down smoke and exhaling plumes of nicotine into the air. Basarab frantically started to look through multiple displays of ornaments collected from various raids throughout Africa and the Middle East until he suddenly stopped and pulled out a pair of diamond earrings.
Basarab: I believe I might have just the thing for this…uh... beautiful… woman. These were worn by Empress Theodora of the 6th century Byzantine Empire and would be perfect for a powerful woman like yourself.
Basarab gave her a condescending look, but Asmita did not pick up on it. She was instantly enticed that an Empress had once worn the earrings. She nodded approvingly for Rupert to make the purchase and quickly took possession of them before putting them on her ear lobes. A deal was then promptly struck. The gentlemen shook hands and then worked out where the large sum of cash would be exchanged with the Mudcock and the Tepes group.
Air Force One
Air Force One, the symbol of American power and diplomacy, cut a sleek silhouette against the morning sky, its destination Guantanamo Bay. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the weight of recent events and the sharp tang of victory. President Ronald McStrump, flanked by his son Derrick and chief strategist "Sloppy" Steve Shannon, presided over an impromptu war room set up in the luxurious confines of the plane.
McStrump, despite the trappings of his office and the adulation of his closest allies, seemed a shadow of his public persona. His face, usually a mask of confident bravado, was drawn and haggard, resulting from sleepless nights plagued by visions only he could see. Beside him, Derrick, the dutiful son, leaned in with concern and admiration. "Sloppy," Steve, his mind ever on the game of power, shuffled papers, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of their recent maneuverings.
Steve Shannon: Mr. President, the imposition of Martial Law has been a resounding success. The streets are quiet, the dissenters silenced. The Centurions and Eagle Eyes have performed beyond expectations. The nation, Sir, is firmly under our control.
McStrump nodded a weary motion that belied the triumph in Steve's report. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for a glass of water, the ice clinking like distant gunfire.
Ronald McStrump: Steve, the machines have done their job well. Too well, perhaps. The silence... it's deafening, yet I'd feel better if we'd been able to arrest or eliminate the leaders of the Rebels of Society.
Derrick McStrump: Don't worry dad. The Oath Keepers will take care of those communist red vest-wearing sacks of shit!
Ronald McStrump: I hope you're right, Derrick... then there are these horrible... hallucinations. They're relentless.
Derrick chimed in again, hoping to inject levity into the heavy atmosphere.
Derrick McStrump: Dad, you've outmaneuvered them all. The liberals, the protestors, they're off the streets, just like you wanted. Maybe it's time to ease up and take a break. You've earned it.
The President's gaze, however, was distant, fixed on something unseen. His voice was a mere whisper when he spoke, tinged with a fear unbecoming of the nation's leader.
Ronald McStrump: You don't understand, Derrick. It's not the living that causes me concern right now. It's the dead. They're with me, always. Washington, Lincoln... they haunt me. That God damn powder... whatever drug was in it, my mind hasn't been the same since, and none of the doctors I've visited can figure out what the hell it is she threw in my damn face!
Ever the pragmatist, Steve leaned forward, his voice a blend of concern and calculation.
Steve Shannon: Sir, the nation needs you strong. These... visions, they're distractions. We have Guantanamo Bay ahead, Monica Vastrix to deal with. She's the key to unraveling these hallucinations. I will find an antidote to the poison, I promise you.
McStrump's eyes snapped to the present, the mention of Monica igniting a spark of the old fire within him.
Ronald McStrump: Monica Vastrix... yes. She's the linchpin. Guantanamo will reveal the truth. We'll break her and get her to talk. We need real answers to leave Guantanamo.
As Air Force One sliced through the clouds, its interior was a hive of strategic planning and tense anticipation. President Ronald McStrump, flanked by Derrick and "Sloppy" Steve Shannon, was deeply discussing the humming engines. Their focus had shifted towards the formidable task awaiting their arrival: dismantling the Rebels of Society's stronghold.
His eyes narrowed in concentration, and Steve Shannon spread satellite images across the table. The photos, marked with potential locations and routes, depicted a complex web of intelligence gathering.
Steve Shannon: We're closing in on their base, Mr. President. The Oath Keepers have been invaluable on the ground. With the Centurions' and Eagle Eyes' surveillance capabilities, we're narrowing down the possible locations. Once we find their nest, we can strike decisively.
Ronald McStrump, his usual bombast subdued by the weight of his nocturnal torments, nodded grimly. The success of this operation was crucial, not just for public order but for his peace of mind.
Ronald McStrump: The sooner we root them out, the better. I want those Centurions on standby to move when we have a confirmed location. Those Rebels have caused enough chaos.
Derrick, eager to see action, chimed in, his voice carrying the impetuousness of youth.
Derrick McStrump: We should broadcast it live, show the country how we deal with terrorists. It'd be a ratings killer, Dad.
Before McStrump could respond, the cabin's door swung open, and a stewardess entered, her presence a brief respite from the heavy atmosphere. With a practiced smile, she approached the President, a diet Coke on her tray.
Stewardess: Your drink, Mr. President. We'll be beginning our descent into Guantanamo Bay shortly. Please ensure your safety belts are fastened.
The interruption was welcome, offering a momentary pause from the relentless planning and strategizing. As McStrump took the drink, his hand steadier now, he allowed himself a brief moment to savor the familiar fizz and taste, a small comfort amid the storm of his duties.
Steve Shannon, seizing the opportunity, began to collect the maps and photos, his mind already moving to the next phase of their plan.
Steve Shannon: Gentlemen, let's prepare for landing. Once on the ground, we'll better view the situation and coordinate our efforts more effectively.
The President, his son, and his chief strategist secured their documents and braced for the descent, the plane's engines adjusting with a whine as it began its approach to Guantanamo Bay. The mood in the cabin was one of grim determination; each man was lost in his thoughts about the impending confrontation and the hope that, with it, they might finally turn the tide in their favor.
As Air Force One began its descent, the conversation inside took a turn, reflecting on recent victories and future challenges. Amidst the final checks and preparations for landing, Steve Shannon brought up a significant development that marked a turning point for the nation.
Steve Shannon: Mr. President, there's something else you should know. The A.I. machines have successfully dealt with the land pirates plaguing Middle America. Their leader, the so-called Grand Duck of Atlin Ord, slipped through our grasp, but his forces have been annihilated. Sources tell us he's flown the coup and headed south to Mexico.
This news seemed to invigorate McStrump, a rare glint of satisfaction in his weary eyes. The land pirates, a lawless band that had taken advantage of the chaos following the North Korean attack, had been a thorn in the side of his administration's efforts to restore order and encourage resettlement.
Ronald McStrump: That's excellent news, Steve. With those marauders gone, we can finally secure the safety of our citizens moving back westward. The lands unaffected by the fallout are crucial for our recovery. We'll rebuild stronger and more united than ever.
Derrick, always looking for a silver lining, saw an opportunity in his father's words.
Derrick McStrump: We should make a big deal out of this, Dad. Let the people know it's safe to return home, that their President has secured the heartland. It could be a great boost for morale.
Having ensured everyone's readiness for landing, the stewardess listened from a respectful distance, the significance of the conversation not lost on her. The actions of the McStrump administration were reshaping the country, for better or worse, and she, like many Americans, was caught in the tide of change.
As the plane touched down on the runway, the mood amongst the President and his entourage was cautiously optimistic. The successful campaign against the land pirates, led by the relentless efficiency of the Centurions and Eagle Eye drones, was a beacon of hope in the struggle to reclaim and rebuild the nation.
After gathering his documents, Steve Shannon offered a final thought before they disembarked.
Steve Shannon: We'll need to watch for the Grand Duck. He's still out there, and who knows what he's planning next. But for now, this victory gives us the momentum we need.
With that, President McStrump, Derrick, and Steve Shannon stepped off Air Force One, ready to face the challenges awaiting them at Guantanamo Bay and beyond, buoyed by the news of their recent triumph in Middle America and the promise of a brighter future for the nation.
The Tokyo Dome
Beneath the expansive canopy of the Tokyo Dome, the air was alive with a palpable sense of anticipation and innovation. Devin Zeagal, the new Vice President of Ultimate Wrestling, stood ringside, orchestrating a symphony of technological marvels and creative ingenuity. Around him, the setup crew worked with precision and purpose, adjusting towering stacks of monitors that would bring the Friday Night Clash to fans sheltering at home, their faces to light up the screens, their cheers to fill the arena through built-in speakers.
Devin Zeagal: (addressing the crew) Make sure every monitor is perfectly angled. Our fans, though not here in person, will be the heart and soul of this event. Their energy, their presence, it's crucial.
As the crew diligently adjusted the monitors, a specialized team from Akebi, the Japanese tech mega-corporation, was busy installing state-of-the-art 360 cameras around the stadium's floor and lower bowl that would allow fans with the Perception Pro Akebi device to feel like they are there in person live watching the show, a testament to the cutting-edge technology that would redefine the fan experience.
Akebi Specialist: Zeagal-san, the Perception Pro cameras are ready. Fans with virtual perception pro tickets will experience the show as if seated here. An experience truly like no other!
Zeagal, nodding in approval, allowed himself a moment to take in the scene. The fusion of technology and entertainment before him was a testament to his vision, a blend of Hollywood spectacle and broadcasting that only he could have orchestrated.
Amidst this hive of activity, key figures of Ultimate Wrestling converged around Zeagal. Holly Hudson, Rose Johnston, Scott Slade, and Chris Rodgers stood by, drawn in by the urgency of the emergency meeting Zeagal had called. Their discussion, however, was soon overshadowed by the unmistakable sound of a high-end rascal scooter approaching.
Rupert Mudcock: (making his entrance, voice amplified by his Personal viral protection suit's speakers) Zeagal! What in the world is going on here? You've spent five million dollars in the blink of an eye!
Devin Zeagal: (turning to face Mudcock calmly) Rupert, what we're creating here isn't just a wrestling event; it's an immersive experience. These monitors and cameras are our lifeline to our fans, ensuring that Ultimate Wrestling remains at the forefront, even in these challenging times.
Mudcock's expression was skepticism, but Zeagal continued, his confidence unshaken. He elaborated on integrating Akebi's technology and the virtual fan experience, painting a vivid picture of an event that transcended the limitations imposed by the pandemic.
Devin Zeagal: Let's not overlook the Akebi Perception Pro partnership, Rupert. A ten-million-dollar deal that not only elevates our technological prowess but also opens up new revenue streams through virtual ticket sales we can sell repeatedly because there isn't a physical person sitting in that seat. I tested the equipment personally, and the headset makes you feel like you're here even though you're home on your couch.
The room fell silent as the implications of Zeagal's plans began to sink in. Mudcock, initially resistant, slowly began to see the genius in the strategy, the potential for Ultimate Wrestling to survive and thrive during these unprecedented times.
Rupert Mudcock: (a hint of admiration in his voice) Zeagal, you've outdone yourself. This... this could very well redefine our future.
With Mudcock's begrudging approval, relief swept through the group. Zeagal, with a subtle nod, turned his attention back to the arena, where his ambitious vision was coming to life. The setup crew, energized by the exchange, pressed on with renewed vigor, each cable, each screen, each camera a building block in the foundation of a new era for Ultimate Wrestling. In that moment, the Tokyo Dome was more than just a venue; it was a beacon of innovation, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the wrestling community in the face of adversity.
Devin Zeagal turned once more, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group of Ultimate Wrestling's key figures. Rupert Mudcock, Holly Hudson, Rose Johnston, Scott Slade, and Chris Rodgers stood in anticipation, each aware that Zeagal's vision extended beyond just the technological innovations unfolding before them.
Devin Zeagal: Now, onto the matter of our presentation. The landscape of Ultimate Wrestling is evolving, and with it, our roles must adapt.
Rupert Mudcock's eyebrows arched in surprise, indicating that Zeagal's forthcoming announcement was also news to him.
Devin Zeagal: Holly, Rose, your insights and charisma have not gone unnoticed. I want you both to join me in the commentator's booth for Friday Night Clash. Your perspectives will bring a fresh dynamic to our broadcast.
Holly's eyes lit up with excitement, a smile spreading across her face. At the same time, Rose's poise remained, her nod signaling her readiness for the new challenge. Both recognized the significance of the promotion, an opportunity to shape the narrative of Ultimate Wrestling at its pinnacle event.
Devin Zeagal: Scott, Chris, your contributions to Ultimate Wrestling have been invaluable, and I believe your talents can be best utilized in spearheading our new venture, Ultimate Wrestling Showdown, airing on Saturday nights. Consider this not a demotion but an opportunity to anchor and grow our brand on a new platform. Scott, I'll also need you to take over Rose's sport, announcing the wrestlers as they make their way to the ring for Friday Night Clash shows from here on out.
The news hit Scott and Chris like a ton of bricks, their expressions mixed with disbelief and barely contained anger. Scott's jaw clenched as he processed the demotion, his mind racing with the implications for his career. Chris, ever the fiery counterpart, struggled to mask his indignation, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Zeagal with a newfound resentment.
Chris Rodgers: So, this is how it is, Zeagal? You're demoting us for what, exactly? A couple of good-looking broads?
Zeagal, unfazed by the outburst, maintained his composure, his response calculated and delivered with a cool confidence that only served to stoke the flames of Rodgers's anger.
Devin Zeagal: Chris, let's not mince words here. Holly and Rose bring a certain... aesthetic appeal to the broadcast that resonates with our audience. It's about giving the fans what they want, and let's be honest, their raw sex appeal and stunning looks have a pull that goes beyond mere commentary.
Holly's excitement at the promotion soured instantly, her expression turning to one of offense. She had prided herself on her dedication to understanding the nuances of the sport, her tireless reporting on the locker room dynamics, and her efforts to grasp the complexities of Wrestling.
Holly Hudson: Wait, you're saying we got this job because of how we look? I thought...
Before Holly could finish, Rupert Mudcock interjected, his voice authoritative, cutting through the tension with a decisiveness that brooked no argument.
Rupert Mudcock: Enough, Hudson. I don't want to hear any of that feminist crap! Zeagal's decision is final. If you have a problem with that, I've got a pink slip waiting in my office. This discussion is over!
The finality in Rupert's tone left no room for further debate, silencing any lingering protests. Holly was taken aback, her indignation clear but her resolve shaken by the stark reality of Rupert's ultimatum.
Zeagal, witnessing Rupert's unequivocal support, couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The backing of his boss in such a public and decisive manner was a clear endorsement of his vision and authority within Ultimate Wrestling. His smile, though slight, was triumphant, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play. The promise of change, once a distant notion, had crystallized into reality, setting the stage for a new era in Ultimate Wrestling, marked by ambition, controversy, and the relentless pursuit of entertainment.
"Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent began to play as the new and improved Ultimate Wrestling logo appeared on a black screen before fading away along with the black background, revealing the new and improved Tokyo Dome modified for the pandemic. The upper bowls were filled with groups of essential workers to whom the Japanese government had given tickets in appreciation of their efforts to keep the country going through these unprecedented times and boost their morale. They were separated by companies and hospitals so that everyone near each other breathed the same air daily and wouldn't affect other groups. All were wearing N95 masks and holding up signs for Takuma Sato, who was extremely popular in Japan due to his parent's Japanese origin.
As the camera panned around the arena, it then flashed to the main stage showing off Devin Zeagal's elaborate setup of monitors that went all the way down the ramp and down almost to the ring filled with the faces of wrestling fans from all around the world stuck at home excited to watch Friday Night Clash help them get their minds off the lockdowns and death that was happening throughout the world due to the Blovid-13 virus. Their voices and screams echoed through the Tokyo Dome.
The live feed then cut to a new and improved fancy announcer table with Devin Zeagal sitting in the center between former entrance announcer Rose Johnston and locker room reporter for M.O.X. Sports Holly Hudson. The blonde bombshell and former Miss U.S.A. Rose wore a white low-cut top and a tight black mini-skirt. He had on expensive diamond earrings, and her hair was blown out and perfectly styled. The spunky redhead Holly Hudson was the opposite of Rose. It looked like she'd gone out of her way to dress conservatively to upset Zeagal. The Hollywood action star and Akidio master was dressed in an expensive Armani suit and had his pitch-black dyed hair slicked back into a ponytail.
Zeagal: Welcome Ultimate Wrestling fans from around the world! Yes, It’s me! Devin Zeagal, don’t adjust your devices or change the channel! This is a new era for Ultimate Wrestling. As the new Vice President of Operations of Ultimate Wrestling, I’ve decided that I needed to be at ringside calling the action alongside these two beautiful ladies of wrestling!
Johnston: Oh, Devin, you flatter us!
Hudson: Speak for yourself, Rose…
Zeagal: You may ask, “Where are Chris and Scott?” They will bring you our latest venture, Ultimate Wrestling Saturday Showdown! Now, this isn’t a slight against former Vice President Anderson, may he rest in peace, but thanks to my deep connections in the field of martial arts and combat sports in general, I’ve been able to sign some of the best talent in Asia has to offer even in the depths of this terrible pandemic.
Hudson: Yeah, speaking of which, I wanted to ask you. How in the world were all of these Russian, Chinese, and North Korean fighters conveniently here in Japan when the lockdowns were announced?
Zeagal: Oh, Holly, that’s not important! What’s important is that we are all here able to bring the wrestling action to the people of the world who are, at this very moment, in lockdown and stuck at home with nothing to do except watch ANN’s depressing virus coverage. We are entertainers, first and foremost. That’s why Ultimate Wrestling and I, Devin Zeagal, have teamed up with Akebi to bring the action to those of you with the new Perception Pro high-end VR headset so that you can feel like you’re right here with us inside the Tokyo Dome.
The feed suddenly cuts, and an Akebi promotion for the new VR Headset starts to play, showing fans from around the world putting it on and feeling like they are actually in the Toky Dome and having their minds blown. As the promotional video for the Akebi Perception Pro device concluded, the live feed smoothly transitioned back to the announcer table, where Devin Zeagal, alongside Rose Johnston and Holly Hudson, was ready to dive into the heart of the evening's action. The Tokyo Dome, buzzing with anticipation and the energy of the essential workers in attendance, served as the perfect backdrop for the unfolding drama.
Devin Zeagal: And we're back, folks! I hope you're as excited as we are at ringside because tonight's lineup is spectacular. We've got a mix of raw talent, seasoned veterans, and intriguing matchups that promise non-stop action.
Rose Johnston: Absolutely, Devin! We have a fascinating clash of styles tonight as Maki Nishimura, known as "The Juggernaut Jewel of Japan," takes on Stephanie Cruz, the courageous former firefighter turned wrestler. Maki's sumo background and Stephanie's firefighting resilience make this a must-watch opener.
Holly Hudson: Following that, we'll see tag team action as The Reinhardt Twins, Kara and Kronin, bring their disciplined German efficiency to the ring against the dynamic Yoshida Sisters, Kana and Yui. The Reinhardts' tactical prowess versus the Yoshidas' karate-inspired offense is a recipe for an explosive match.
Devin Zeagal: Then, in a singles match, we delve into the mysterious as Drake Nygma, "The Sphinx," faces off against the enigmatic Russian Snezhnaya Barsa. Both competitors are shrouded in mystery, making this a match full of unknowns and anticipation.
Rose Johnston: And let's not forget about the match with the entire wrestling world buzzing. Tae-Hyun Lim, "The Pyongyang Powerhouse," will go toe-to-toe with my favorite, Rakshasa Tora, the silent predator from Dojo Z. The sheer physicality and martial arts expertise in this match are unparalleled.
Holly Hudson: And then, as we move into our title matches for the evening, Valora Salinas defends her submission title belt against the formidable Chuluun Bold, "The Great Khan." Valora's resilience and tactical acumen versus Chuluun's raw power and Mongolian wrestling heritage make this a clash of titans.
Devin Zeagal: Capping off the night, we have a grudge match brewing for months. Jeremiah Vastrix, our new Ultimate Wrestling Heavyweight Franchise Champion, faces off against LuLu Biggs in what promises to be a brutal Pimp Cane on a Pole match. The bad blood between these two guarantees an all-out war.
Rose Johnston: With such an action-packed lineup, tonight's Friday Night Clash is poised to be one for the history books. The Tokyo Dome may be operating under unique circumstances, but the spirit of competition and the thrill of wrestling are as alive as ever.
Holly Hudson: And with the innovative setup allowing fans from around the globe to join us virtually, it feels like the whole world is watching. It's more than just wrestling tonight; it's a statement of resilience and entertainment in the face of adversity.
Devin Zeagal: Well said, Holly. And with that, let's get ready to kick things off. Wrestling fans, buckle up because Friday Night Clash is about to deliver an unforgettable night of action and drama. Here we go!
The camera panned away from the announcer's table, capturing the electrified atmosphere of the Tokyo Dome as the lights dimmed and the opening match's introduction began. The anticipation was palpable, setting the stage for a night that would showcase the best of Ultimate Wrestling, blending traditional combat sports with modern technological marvels to create an unparalleled spectator experience.
As the distinct and powerful strains of "Heartless Scat" by NINGEN ISU filled the Tokyo Dome, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The crowd's focus shifted to the entrance ramp, where Maki Nishimura made her grand appearance. Clad in a traditional Japanese robe, her wrestling gear adorned in dark blue and red, she exuded confidence and determination with every step. Her presence alone spoke volumes of her intent to showcase her prowess and validate her status as a formidable competitor in the ring.
Taking center stage within the squared circle, Scott Slade prepared to introduce Maki to the eager audience. His voice resonated throughout the arena, detailing Maki's stats and accomplishments, setting the stage for what promised to be an electrifying opening match.
Scott Slade: Making her way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 275 pounds, she is 'The Juggernaut Jewel of Japan,' Maki Nishimura!
As Maki approached the ring, the commentary team weighed in on her presence and potential impact on the match.
Devin Zeagal: Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look. Maki Nishimura is a student at my dojo. She's got the heart, the spirit, and the strength to go far in this business.
Holly Hudson, ever the inquisitive and challenging voice at the table, seized the moment to press Zeagal on a critical point.
Holly Hudson: Interesting, Devin. But if Maki is as talented as you say, why isn't she officially part of Dojo Z? What's holding her back?
Zeagal, with a smug grin, leaned into his response, confident in his rationale yet unaware of the sharp retort that awaited him.
Devin Zeagal: Holly, Maki is exceptional, no doubt. But representing Dojo Z is about more than just skill; it's about being ready to embody everything the dojo stands for. She's not there yet.
Without missing a beat, Holly delivered a pointed comeback, challenging Zeagal's standards and the underlying implications of his statement.
Holly Hudson: Oh, is that so? Or could it be that she doesn't fit the traditional mold you're looking for... because she doesn't have a penis?
The remark hung in the air, a bold challenge to Zeagal's criteria and a spotlight on the broader conversation about gender roles and representation in the sport. The crowd murmured in reaction, and even Rose Johnston couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the exchange. The tension at the announcer's table mirrored the anticipation of the match itself, setting the stage for a night of intense competition and compelling narratives, both in and out of the ring.
As Maki Nishimura settled into the ring, her focus and determination palpable in the charged atmosphere of the Tokyo Dome, the opening chords of "Feuer Frei" by Rammstein erupted through the sound system. The energy of the crowd shifted, anticipation building for the arrival of her opponent.
Scott Slade, positioned in the center of the ring with a microphone, prepared to introduce the next combatant in this eagerly awaited opening match. His voice boomed through the arena, capturing the attention of every spectator.
Scott Slade: And her opponent, from Manchester, England, weighing in at 185 pounds, she is 'The Blaze Battler,' Stephanie Cruz!
The crowd's roar intensified as Stephanie Cruz entered, the fiery intensity of "Feuer Frei" perfectly encapsulating her spirit and fighting ethos. With each step towards the ring, her resolve and readiness to face Maki Nishimura were unmistakable. The former firefighter turned wrestler carried with her not just the hopes of a promising career in wrestling but also the symbol of courage and resilience she had been known for outside the ring.
As Stephanie approached the squared circle, the dynamic between the two competitors became the focal point, setting the stage for a clash that was about more than just physical prowess; it was a battle of wills, determination, and the enduring spirit of two exceptional athletes ready to prove their mettle in the opening bout of Friday Night Clash.
As the bell rang out, the anticipation in the Tokyo Dome reached a fever pitch. With a calm and focused demeanor, Maki Nishimura squared off against Stephanie Cruz, whose determination was evident in her stance. The match began with Maki asserting her dominance early on, using her sumo background to drive Stephanie back with a series of powerful palm strikes with her signature "Berserker Sumo Push."
Devin Zeagal: See that technique? Maki utilizes her sumo training to control the space in the ring. It's not just about strength; it's about positioning and leverage.
Rose Johnston: Incredible! Looked like something out of a video game!
Undeterred, Stephanie attempted to utilize her agility, aiming for a quick Bicycle Kick, hoping to catch Maki off-guard. However, Maki's Aikido training allowed her to fluidly sidestep the attack, countering with an Aikido Toss that sent Stephanie crashing to the mat with precision and grace. Maki started stomping on Cruze, using all her body weight in each strike, her countrymen cheering her on all the while.
Holly Hudson: That's the Aikido influence right there. Maki's not just brute force. She's using Stephanie's momentum against her, a cornerstone of Aikido. It's impressive how she's adapted those principles to the wrestling ring.
Devin Zeagal: What can I say? I've trained her well.
Rose Johnston: She's also got a bit of a mean streak. Look at her stomping away!
Devin Zeagal: Oh, for one can attest to her temper. That is not a woman you want to make angry.
Maki continued to apply pressure, keeping Stephanie on the defensive with a relentless assault. She showcased her sumo strength again with an Earthquake Slam that flipped Stephanie over and onto her tailbone. She followed it up with a series of Knife-Edge Chops after Cruz painfully got back onto her. Each chop echoed through the arena, each strike resonating with the crowd's gasps as she backed Cruz up against the turnbuckle.
Rose Johnston: Oh, those chops! Maki's laying them in. You can see the sumo influence in her strikes—each one is like a battering ram. Stephanie's chest is beating red.
Devin Zeagl: Mmmmm, hopefully, there's no permanent damage to that region.
Holly Hudson: You're disgusting.
Attempting to rally, Stephanie dodged a subsequent chop and countered with a Discus Elbow, momentarily stunning Maki. She seized the opportunity and climbed to the top turnbuckle, launching herself for a high-risk Leaping Cutter. The crowd held its breath as Stephanie flew through the air. Still, Maki, the tactician, rolled away at the last moment, causing Stephanie to crash and burn straight into the wrestling mat. Stephanie's body sprawled onto the canvas like a ragdoll as she screamed in pain.
Devin Zeagal: That's the risk of high-flying moves. High reward but high risk. Maki's awareness saved her there.
Regaining her footing, Maki capitalized on Stephanie's misstep, lifting her easily and executing a textbook Olympic Slam. The impact of the move left Stephanie reeling, struggling to regain her composure as Maki methodically continued her assault.
Holly Hudson: Maki's strategy is clear. She's grounding Stephanie, keeping her from using her speed and agility. It's smart wrestling—neutralize your opponent's strengths.
As Maki prepared for another attack, Stephanie, driven by sheer willpower, fought back with a series of quick strikes, trying to create distance between herself and Maki. However, Maki's sumo instincts kicked in, allowing her to absorb the blows and respond with a devastating Juggernaut Jawbreaker, her finishing move, signaling a potential end to the match.
Rose Johnston: That might be it! Maki's finisher is brutal. Stephanie's showing heart, but Maki's on another level tonight.
Devin Zeagal: Don't sugar coat it, Rose; she's downright embarrassing Cruz here tonight!
Following the devastating Juggernaut Jawbreaker, Maki Nishimura confidently covered Stephanie Cruz for the pin, her dominance throughout the match now culminating in this decisive moment. Referee Bob Sigro slid into position, his hand hitting the mat with a rhythmic cadence that echoed throughout the Tokyo Dome.
One... Two... Three!
The bell sounded once more, signaling the end of the match. Maki rose to her feet, her expression a mix of satisfaction and relentless ambition, as the crowd erupted in cheers and awe at her commanding performance.
Scott Slade: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, at 6 minutes and 42 seconds, 'The Juggernaut Jewel of Japan,' Maki Nishimura!
Maki's victory was met with an enthusiastic response from the audience, many of whom were on their feet, applauding the display of raw power and skill she had just exhibited. As she exited the ring, her gaze lingered on the crowd for a moment, acknowledging their support with a nod before disappearing backstage, her future in Ultimate Wrestling looking brighter than ever.
Devin Zeagal: There you have it, folks—a textbook victory. Maki's blend of sumo and Aikido was too much for Cruz tonight. I told you all, she's one to watch.
Holly Hudson: Despite the outcome, you've got to hand it to Stephanie Cruz. She showed a lot of heart out there, but Maki was just unstoppable. It's clear she's been training hard, and it paid off tonight.
Rose Johnston: Absolutely, Holly. And let's remember the entertainment she brought to the ring. It's not just about the win; it's how you win. Maki's performance was impressive.
The match set a high bar for the rest of the evening, with Maki Nishimura establishing herself as a formidable force in Ultimate Wrestling. As the event continued, the excitement from this opening bout lingered, setting the tone for an unforgettable night of action and drama.
As the excitement continued to build in the Tokyo Dome, Devin Zeagal leaned into his microphone, a hint of amusement in his voice as he set the stage for what would come next.
Devin Zeagal: Folks, if you thought the action in the ring was something, just wait. We've got Chris Rodgers backstage with the Reinhardt Twins, Kara, and Kronin, gearing up for their tag team match. Chris, over to you.
The scene shifted to the backstage area, where a visibly disgruntled Chris Rodgers stood on a stage purposely styled and reminiscent of late '80s wrestling interviews of the territory days. Chris stood between the towering figures of the Reinhardt Twins. Kara appeared notably pale and slightly unwell, a stark contrast to her usually robust demeanor due to the recent encounter with Chuluun Bold.
Chris Rodgers: (with a tone of forced professionalism) I'm here with Kara and Kronin Reinhardt, the German powerhouses set to dominate the tag team scene. Kara, everyone's been talking after your...altercation with Chuluun Bold. How do you feel stepping into the ring tonight?
Kara Reinhardt: (her voice steady but showing a hint of strain) Chris, A Reinhardt does not back down, no matter the circumstances. Yes, I've had better days, but I'm here and ready. That's all that matters.
Kronin Reinhardt: (adding a protective glance towards his sister) We've faced adversity. This is no different. The Yoshida Sisters will see exactly what we're made of tonight.
Chris Rodgers: (unable to resist a jab) What about these vampire rumors, Kara? Are we turning Ultimate Wrestling into a late-night horror show?
Kara Reinhardt: (responding with a flash of irritation) Believe whatever fantasies you want, Rodgers. But know this: nothing will stop me from fighting alongside my brother. Not now, not ever.
Kronin Reinhardt: (concluding with determination) It's about honor tonight. It's about proving that the Reinhardt spirit can overcome any obstacle.
As the interview wrapped up and the camera returned to the announcer's table, Devin Zeagal couldn't help but chuckle at the spirited exchange.
Devin Zeagal: "Well, there you have it. The Reinhardt Twins are ready for battle, come what may. This next match promises to be a spectacle of sheer will and determination."
As the backstage drama faded, the focus shifted back to the main stage, the electric atmosphere of the Tokyo Dome heightened by the opening notes of "My Time" by BOA. The Yoshida Sisters, Kana, and Yui, burst onto the stage with an infectious energy that quickly captivated the audience. Their entrance was met with enthusiastic cheers from the essential workers in the upper bowl, proud to support their fellow countrywomen.
Scott Slade, ready in the ring with his microphone, captured the crowd's attention with his booming voice, announcing the arrival of the dynamic duo.
Scott Slade: Making their way to the ring from Okinawa, Japan, the high-flying, karate-kicking duo Kana and Yui, the Yoshida Sisters!
As the sisters spirited down the ramp, their vibrant presence starkly contrasted with the somber news surrounding their family.
Back at the announcer's table, Devin Zeagal leaned into his microphone, ready to provide some context to the audience about the Yoshida Sisters' recent personal challenges.
Devin Zeagal: The Yoshida Sisters bring skill, energy, and a profound determination to the ring tonight. It's been a tough few weeks for them, with the recent passing of their father due to Blovid-13.
Following the Yoshida Sisters' career closely, Holly Hudson gave her insights, highlighting the emotional backdrop to their performance tonight.
Holly Hudson: Absolutely, Devin. The loss of their father has been a significant blow. But knowing Kana and Yui, they'll channel that grief into their performance tonight. They're fighting not just for victory but to honor their father's memory.
Rose Johnston added her thoughts, focusing on the emotional strength of the sisters in the face of adversity.
Rose Johnston: It's never easy to enter the ring with such heavy hearts. But the Yoshida Sisters are known for their resilience and spirit. Tonight, they're not just representing Japan but their family and everyone affected by this terrible virus.
As the Yoshida Sisters reached the ring, their faces set in a mixture of focus and resolve, the crowd's support seemed to buoy their spirits. The stage was set for a match about more than just competition; it was about honor, resilience, and the unbreakable family bond.
As the energetic ambiance set by the Yoshida Sisters lingered in the air, the mood shifted dramatically with the heavy beats of "Ich Will" by Rammstein reverberating throughout the Tokyo Dome. The Reinhardt Twins, Kara, and Kronin, made their stoic entrance, exuding an aura of disciplined determination that captivated the audience.
In the ring with his microphone at the ready, Scott Slade captured the crowd's attention with his robust announcement, highlighting the formidable German siblings' entrance.
Scott Slade: Their opponents, from Dresden, Germany, the disciplined duo of power and precision, Kara and Kronin, the Reinhardt Twins!
As the Reinhardts made their way down the ramp, the contrast became a focal point for the announcer team, each bringing their unique perspective to the unfolding drama.
Devin Zeagal: Here come the Reinhardts, folks. Look no further if you're looking for a textbook example of precision and discipline in the ring. Despite Kara's recent challenges, her focus seems unwavering, and for a woman pushing fifty, I've got to give her props; she still looks good, but she might want to use a little makeup for those dark circles around the eyes.
Holly Hudson: Zeagal, what is wrong with you? She's not feeling well. You're lucky she didn't call off tonight, judging by how she looks. Sorry she couldn't get dolled up for you!
Devin Zeagal: Hey, I'm just trying to help Hudson. She’s still single the last time I checked.
Holly Hudson: Whatever Zeagal. Anyway, it's hard not to admire her resilience. Kara's been through a lot, but she's not letting it hold her back, and with Kronin by her side, they're a formidable team.
Rose Johnston: Don't forget that Kronin returned from a career-ending injury last year. These two are warriors through and through.
Kara's slightly pale visage did little to hide her fierce determination, a testament to her enduring spirit despite the recent ordeal. Kronin's protective presence by her side spoke volumes of their bond, ready to face the challenge ahead together.
As they stepped into the ring, the air crackled with anticipation. The Reinhardt Twins and the Yoshida Sisters faced off, each team embodying a unique blend of personal motivation and professional excellence. The stage was set for a clash that would be remembered for its intensity and the heart displayed by both teams.
As the match commenced, Kronin Reinhardt squared off against Kana Yoshida, the atmosphere in the Tokyo Dome electric with anticipation. The initial moments were a cautious circling, each competitor measuring the other. Still, Kana launched the first salvo with a lightning-fast front kick aimed at Kronin's midsection. Kronin caught slightly off guard and stumbled back, his larger frame at a disadvantage against Kana's swift, karate-based offense.
Devin Zeagal: Kana's not wasting any time here. Those karate techniques are not just for show. Each strike is precise and calculated.
Kana capitalized on her initial advantage, following up with rapid palm strikes, each aimed to weaken Kronin's defenses. She then executed a perfectly timed roundhouse kick, which Kronin narrowly blocked, the force of the impact echoing through the arena. The fans reacted audibly after hearing the crack and began to chant “Kana.”
Without missing a beat, Kana tagged in Yui, who vaulted over the ropes with an aerial grace that belied her striking power. She landed a diving chop on Kronin, who was still reeling from the earlier assault. She immediately followed with a swift combination of punches that drove him further into the Yoshida Sisters' corner.
Holly Hudson: The tag is made, and Yui's not letting up. This tag team synergy is incredible. The Yoshidas are keeping Kronin exactly where they want him.
Rose Johnston: Papa Yoshida is smiling down on his girls tonight somewhere in heaven, Holly!
Trapped in the Yoshida Sisters' corner, Kronin was on the receiving end of a relentless barrage. Yui, channeling her karate background, unleashed a flurry of snap kicks, each forcing Kronin to defend rather than retaliate. Sensing an opportunity, Yui executed a spinning heel kick, but Kronin, using his wrestling acumen, managed to catch her leg, momentarily halting her momentum.
In that brief respite, Kronin attempted to push Yui away and make a dash for his corner, seeking the fresh energy of his sister Kara. However, ever vigilant, Kana tagged back in and intercepted Kronin with a flying knee, hitting him in the side ribcage, stopping him in his tracks, and dropping him to the mat.
Rose Johnston: When you think Kronin might turn the tables, the Yoshidas pull him back. They're like a whirlwind in that ring.
Holly Hudson: Kronin looks off his game tonight. He just seems to continue to struggle since his return to wrestling. Sure, there have been some highlight moments, but overall, he hasn’t had the success he expected when he signed with Ultimate Wrestling.
Devin Zeagal: Perhaps he should visit my Dojo Z. I’m sure we could help him get back on track.
Holly Hudson: Hah! Hilarious!
Kana, back in control, showcased her karate mastery with a series of precision strikes, targeting Kronin's arms and legs to diminish his power base. She then executed a swift judo throw, a testament to her versatility. She sent Kronin crashing to the mat with a thud that drew gasps from the crowd.
Kronin struggled to regain footing, so Kana called Yui for another tag. They launched a coordinated assault, combining their martial arts prowess with tag team tactics. Kana held Kronin in a wrist lock, twisting his arm to its limits, while Yui climbed to the top rope, launching herself for a high-impact karate chop aimed right at Kronin's exposed side.
Devin Zeagal: This is a tag team strategy and martial arts clinic. The Yoshida Sisters use every tool to keep Kronin grounded and away from his sister.
Despite the onslaught, Kronin's resilience shone through. He absorbed the impact of Yui's chop, using the momentum to roll forward, and finally broke free from the Yoshida Sisters' corner. The crowd erupted in anticipation as Kronin, with sheer willpower, crawled towards his corner, reaching out for the tag that could change the tide of the match.
With Kronin finally managing to tag in Kara, She entered the ring standing at an imposing 6'3" and weighing 170 pounds. Her muscular build and long reach made her a formidable opponent for the much smaller Yoshida Sisters, who were physically outmatched. The sisters, however, were not phased by this, as they could handle her much bigger and stronger brother without issue.
Kara's energy and determination were palpable. She moved with a speed and agility that belied her size, quickly establishing her dominance. Kara's first move was a powerful clothesline that caught Kana off guard, sending her sprawling to the mat. Without missing a beat, Kara turned her attention to Yui, delivering a running high knee strike straight to her back that echoed throughout the Tokyo Dome, showcasing her superior strength and agility.
Devin Zeagal: Kara Reinhardt changes the game just like that. The Yoshida Sisters need to regroup and fast. Kara looks determined to break the losing streak they've been on for quite some time.
Kara's offensive onslaught continued as she expertly maneuvered around the ring, her every move calculated to maximize impact. She caught Kana with a swift European uppercut, momentarily stunning her, before executing a textbook suplex that showcased her wrestling prowess.
With Kana reeling, Kara seized the opportunity to assert her dominance further. She approached Kana, who was struggling to get to her feet, and with an impressive display of strength, grabbed her by the throat with one arm. The crowd gasped as Kara effortlessly lifted Kana into the air, holding her aloft as if she weighed nothing, showcasing her incredible power.
After a moment that felt like an eternity, Kara flung Kana towards the ropes with force. Propelled by momentum, Kana bounced off the ropes and straight into Kara's waiting grasp. In one fluid motion, Kara caught Kana and executed a devastating DDT, driving her head-first into the mat with such force that the impact reverberated around the arena.
Holly Hudson: What a display of power by Kara Reinhardt! That DDT was picture-perfect. The Yoshida Sisters are in trouble now. Kara doesn't look super healthy, but this incredible display in the ring screams otherwise!
Rose Johnston: Maybe Devin's right. A little makeup and spa day might be all she needs.
Kara went for the cover, hooking Kana's leg as Referee Bob Sigro slid in for the count. The Tokyo Dome held its breath as the count began.
One... Two...
Just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Kana mustered every ounce of her strength and resilience, managing to kick out at the very last moment. The crowd erupted in shock and admiration for Kana's tenacity.
Rose Johnston: Incredible! Kana Yoshida kicks out at two! The heart and determination of the Yoshida Sisters are on full display tonight.
Devin Zeagal: The Yoshida Sisters must stop trying to wrestle Kara and return to their Karate tactics that worked against Kronin. Kara and Kronin have similar fighting styles, and while Kara is performing... well inspired... there isn't any reason why they shouldn't be able to handle her the same way.
Holly Hudson: Maybe Kara is better than Kronin. Did that ever cross your mind, Zeagal?
Devin Zeagal: Haha, haha! Oooh, man, that’s a good one, Holly.
Reeling from the intense exchange, Kana, with sheer grit, began mounting a comeback against Kara. She ducked under a sluggish swing from Kara, landing a precise jab to Kara's midsection and a swift kick to the knee, creating an opening for herself. With Kara momentarily staggered, Kana executed a roll to her corner and tagged in Yui with a slap that resonated through the Tokyo Dome.
The legal competitor, Yui, entered the ring with determination and caution. She launched into a series of quick jabs and low kicks, testing Kara's defenses. Kara, her energy visibly diminished, attempted to counter with a clothesline. Still, Yui ducked and responded with a kick to the thigh, further slowing the larger opponent down.
Holly Hudson: Yui's speed is her best asset here. She's keeping Kara off-balance with those strikes.
Despite Yui's efforts, Kara caught her in a bear hug, using her remaining strength to squeeze tightly. The crowd held their breath as Yui struggled in the hold, her face contorted in pain. But just as it seemed she might tap out, Yui managed to land a series of desperate elbows to Kara's head, forcing her to release the grip.
Taking advantage of Kara's weakened state, Yui backed up to the ropes for momentum and launched herself at Kara with a flying forearm smash. However, with a last-ditch effort, Kara sidestepped, sending Yui crashing to the mat. Both competitors lay there for a moment, gasping for air.
Devin Zeagal: Both athletes are pushing their limits tonight. This is what Ultimate Wrestling is all about!
Rose Johnston: Oh, no doubt about it, Devin, this is some great Tag Team action!
As Kara tried to regain her footing, her movements were noticeably slower, her breaths heavier. Seizing the moment, Yui sprang up and delivered a wild Rising Crescent Kick to the back of Kara's head, sending her sprawling face-first into the mat. Yui quickly went for the cover, hooking Kara's leg as the referee slid into position.
One... Two...
In a heart-stopping moment, Kara's arm shot up, breaking the count just before the three. The Tokyo Dome erupted in disbelief and admiration for Kara's resilience.
Rose Johnston: Incredible! Kara somehow manages to stay in this!
Wasting no time, Yui transitioned into an Omoplata, locking Kara's arm in a wrenching submission. Kara's face twisted in agony as she fought against the hold, the pain etched across her features. The crowd watched in rapt attention as Kara, summoning every bit of her fading strength, pushed against the mat, inching closer and closer to the ropes.
But before she could reach the sanctuary of the rope break, Yui tightened her grip, determined to secure a submission victory. Yet, with a Herculean effort, Kara lifted Yui off the mat, breaking the hold with raw power and slamming her down with a desperation powerbomb.
Both competitors were down, the toll of the match evident in their slow movements. Running on fumes, Kara crawled inch by inch towards her corner, where Kronin was ready, his hand outstretched. Kara slapped Kronin's hand with one final push and tagged him in.
Kronin exploded into the ring, his fresh energy contrasting with the exhausted combatants. He immediately took control, his movements crisp and precise, ready to shift the tide of the match back in the Reinhardts' favor.
Holly Hudson: That was a huge tag for the Reinhardts! Kronin is in much better shape now than anyone else in this match.
With the tag made, Kronin entered the ring with energy that instantly shifted the match's momentum. Yui, still reeling from the brutal powerbomb delivered by Kara, struggled to regain her bearings, her movements sluggish and disoriented.
Seizing the opportunity, Kronin approached Yui with a predatory focus, his towering six-foot-seven-inch frame casting a long shadow over her. As Yui attempted to rise, Kronin firmly grasped her from behind, locking his arms around her waist in a textbook setup for his feared signature move.
Devin Zeagal: This could be it! Kronin's setting up for his Death by Suplexe. If he hits this, it could be all over for the Yoshida Sisters.
Holly Hudson: I think Yui is about to learn by the call Kronin "The German Suplex Machine" in just a few seconds.