The Sanctioned Violence Network Presents….
Global Takeover 2024 – Night One
Stratford Arena, London, England
19th October 2024
The camera pans across the electric crowd inside the packed Stratford Arena in London, England, as pyrotechnics explode on the stage. The fans are on their feet, waving signs and chanting as the opening video package for Global Takeover plays, highlighting the top stars from around the globe. The commentators, Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates, welcome everyone to night one of this two-night wrestling spectacle.
Steve Pringle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the sold-out Stratford Arena in London, England! This is Global Takeover, night one of an epic two-night event that will see the biggest and best stars from all around the wrestling world collide in this very ring!“
Eddie Bates:
“That’s right, Steve! We’ve got champions, legends, and rivalries spanning the globe—from Mexico to Japan, the United States to right here in England. This is what wrestling is all about: the best of the best, battling to prove who truly is the greatest in the world!“
The camera focuses on the excited fans waving flags of different nations, representing the global nature of this event.
Steve Pringle:
“Tonight, we have an incredible lineup featuring talent from federations such as Dynasty Wrestling here in the UK, the Sanctioned Violence Organisation from Las Vegas, Project Violence from the USA, Rising Sun Pro Wrestling from Japan, and Lucha de Cinco Estrellas in Mexico!“
Eddie Bates:
“There’s nothing like Global Takeover! This is where we get to see dream matches you won’t find anywhere else, and it all starts tonight. We’re going to kick things off with two champions clashing in an intercontinental showdown, as the Lucha de Cinco Estrellas Champion Espectro takes on Rising Sun Pro Wrestling’s own Ryujiro!“
The camera cuts to a graphic of Espectro and Ryujiro, both champions staring each other down.
Steve Pringle:
“And that’s just the beginning! We’ve also got grudge matches that have been brewing for weeks, like Colt Thompson taking on Hugo Ryzing from RSPW, and over in Project Violence, Darwin Jones will face off against Elijah Drake in what promises to be a brutal encounter!“
Eddie Bates:
“But that’s not all—tonight we’ll witness a huge triple threat match between three of the top heavyweight champions in the world! Johnny All Star of the Sanctioned Violence Organisation, Adam Garcia from Project Violence, and our very own Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson, will battle to prove who the best champion truly is!“
The camera switches to the graphic for the main event, highlighting All Star, Garcia, and Anderson.
Steve Pringle:
“Three world champions, one match! This is going to be an absolute war, and you know Anderson is coming in with a lot to prove after his recent title win at Doomsday!“
Eddie Bates:
“And finally, we’ve got one of the most personal and brutal matches you could ask for—a Texas Deathmatch between two legendary brothers from the sVo, Night and Nightmare. These two Japanese icons have been at each other’s throats for years, and tonight, there’s no telling how far they’ll go to destroy each other!“
The camera shows a brief clip of Night and Nightmare facing off, both with intense glares as the ominous “Texas Deathmatch” graphic looms.
Steve Pringle:
“It’s going to be violent, it’s going to be brutal, and it’s going to be unforgettable! This is Global Takeover, and the action starts… right now!“
The camera zooms in on the roaring crowd, the energy palpable as the first match of the night is about to begin.
Ringside
International Alliance
The lights dim as the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Suddenly, an unfamiliar yet commanding theme echoes through the Stratford Arena. The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and curiosity as the Owner of the Sanctioned Violence Network, Jon Page, makes his way down to the ring. Dressed sharply in a tailored suit, he walks with purpose, a mysterious black bag in hand. Once inside the ring, he stands at the center, a confident smile on his face as he raises a microphone to his lips.
Jon Page:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Global Takeover Night One Pay-Per-View, live on the Sanctioned Violence Network!”
The crowd roars with excitement at the mention of the global spectacle they’re about to witness.
Jon Page:
“Over the next two nights, you are all going to see some of the greatest wrestling talent from all around the world, coming together right here in London to prove their dominance. Champions will rise, grudges will be settled, and history will be made in ways you’ve never seen before!”
He paces the ring, building anticipation with every word.
Jon Page:
“But that’s not all. You see, the Global Takeover is about more than just the matches you’ve already heard about. It’s about making history. And tonight… we’re going to make some major history.”
Page holds up the black bag, the fans growing louder as they wonder what’s inside.
Jon Page:
“You’re going to witness the birth of something new, something that will change the face of professional wrestling across the world. Because, right now, I’m announcing a brand-new championship—a championship that will be defended across all federations, and under the banner of something even bigger than what you’ve seen before.”
With a dramatic flourish, Page pulls a gleaming new championship belt out of the bag. The crowd gasps, taking in the sight of the belt—sleek, modern, with intricate gold plating and a central emblem that reads “International Junior Heavyweight Champion.” The fans erupt in cheers, realizing the significance of the moment.
Jon Page:
“That’s right. Tonight, we are going to crown the first-ever International Junior Heavyweight Champion!”
The arena shakes with the excitement of the announcement, the fans on their feet.
Jon Page:
“But that’s not all. I didn’t make this decision on my own. You see, every single head of the federations you’ll see tonight—from Dynasty Wrestling to sVo, Project Violence to Rising Sun Pro Wrestling, and Lucha de Cinco Estrellas—we’ve all come to an agreement on something major.”
Page pauses for dramatic effect, his smile widening as the crowd grows even more curious.
Jon Page:
“From this moment forward, all the International Championships—the Heavyweight, the Tag Team, and now the Junior Heavyweight—will come under the banner of a brand-new organization. An alliance that brings all these great promotions together. Allow me to introduce to you… the International Pro Wrestling Alliance, or as you’ll come to know it… the IPWA!”
The crowd explodes into cheers, fully realizing the magnitude of what they’ve just heard. The IPWA logo flashes on the giant screen, as Jon Page stands tall in the ring with the new championship belt in hand.
Jon Page:
“And tonight, right now, we’re going to kick things off by crowning the very first IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Champion! So get ready, because Global Takeover just became a lot more exciting!”
With that, Page drops the mic, raises the title belt high into the air, and exits the ring, as the crowd buzzes with excitement for the match that’s about to determine the first-ever International Junior Heavyweight Champion. The camera pans over the hyped-up crowd, ready for history to be made in the ring as the Global Takeover truly kicks into high gear.
IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Kenneth D Williams vs. Dash Diaz vs. Ali Young vs. Katsuhiro Kaneda vs. Sol Dorado vs. Kyle McRae vs. Bernard Wolfe vs. King Neptune
Ringside
ANDNEW
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts into a thunderous cheer as Dash Diaz stands victorious in the center of the ring, clutching the newly won IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Championship. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, sweat dripping from his brow, but his expression is one of pure triumph. The fans rise to their feet, chanting his name in unison.
Crowd:
“DASH! DASH! DASH!”
Diaz, the young and explosive superstar from Project Violence, hoists the belt high into the air, basking in the adulation of the roaring Stratford Arena. His eyes widen as he looks at the gleaming title in his hands, realizing the magnitude of what he’s just achieved. The crowd’s energy is electric, fueling his celebration even further.
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“What a moment! Dash Diaz has made history here tonight, becoming the very first IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Champion!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“The fans absolutely love him, and rightfully so! This young man has worked his way to the top, and now he’s got the gold to prove it!”
Diaz climbs the turnbuckle, raising the championship belt once again for the fans to see. Camera flashes light up the arena as the crowd cheers even louder. His smile is wide, infectious, as he pats the belt, proudly acknowledging his hard-fought victory. He then leaps down from the turnbuckle, pointing out to the fans in appreciation.
Dash Diaz:
(Into the camera, speaking to the fans)
“We did it! This is for all of you!”
The crowd responds with even more cheers, as the chants of “Dash!” continue to echo around the arena. Diaz rolls out of the ring, walking around the barricades to slap hands with the front row fans, sharing his moment of glory with them. The title belt rests on his shoulder as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp, stopping one last time at the stage to raise the belt high above his head. The Stratford Arena is filled with deafening applause as the screen behind him shows his name alongside “First Ever IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Champion.”
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“What a way to kick off Global Takeover! Dash Diaz has made history tonight, and this is only the beginning for this incredible young champion!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“This kid’s got a bright future ahead of him. Tonight, he proved why he’s one of the hottest stars in the world of professional wrestling!”
With one final salute to the fans, Diaz disappears backstage, the camera lingering on the image of the fans still buzzing with excitement from witnessing history in the making. The energy in the arena is undeniable, setting the tone for the rest of Global Takeover.
Backstage
Leaving a Mark
Backstage at the bustling Stratford Arena, the atmosphere is electric as the night kicks off for Global Takeover. The camera follows Night, the Japanese legend, walking through the corridors. His presence is commanding, despite his calm, collected demeanor. Dressed in his signature black coat, his long hair framing his focused expression, Night walks with purpose. His Texas Deathmatch against his brother Nightmare looms, but his mind is sharpened by years of discipline in the ring. As he rounds a corner, he suddenly comes face to face with an unexpected figure—Elijah Drake.
Drake, the battle-hardened veteran, stands tall, having just wrapped up a conversation with a crew member. His eyes lock with Night’s, and for a moment, the years fall away. The two haven’t seen each other in years, but their shared history in Japan is undeniable. Night’s stoic expression softens slightly as recognition sets in. Drake, with his usual mix of confidence and respect, is the first to speak.
Elijah Drake:
“Well, if it isn’t the legend himself. It’s been a long time, Night.”
Night nods, his voice calm yet full of weight.
Night:
“Too long, Drake. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”
Drake chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.
Elijah Drake:
“Yeah, seems like fate has a way of bringing people together when they least expect it. I’ve kept an eye on you, though. Still holding down, I see.”
Night offers a slight smile, appreciating the sentiment. The two men had once crossed paths during their time in Japan, mutual respect forged through years of grueling battles in the ring and the training dojos of the line of the rising sun.
Night:
“I’ve done what I can. The battles never end.”
Drake nods in agreement, his tone a bit more serious now.
Elijah Drake:
“That’s the truth. And tonight, we’ve both got battles of our own to fight. I’ve got my score to settle with Darwin Jones, and you…” he pauses, glancing knowingly at Night.
“You’ve got a Texas Deathmatch with your brother. Can’t say I envy that one.”
Night’s eyes flash with a hint of intensity at the mention of his brother, Nightmare. The impending match with his monstrous sibling is something that weighs heavily on him, but Night remains resolute.
Night:
“It’s a battle that was always going to happen. Tonight, I finish it.”
Drake, sensing the gravity of the situation, extends a hand, offering a rare display of mutual respect between two warriors.
Elijah Drake:
“Whatever happens out there, Night… fight like only you can. I know what you’re capable of. Good luck.”
Night looks at Drake’s hand for a moment before grasping it firmly in a show of solidarity between former comrades.
Night:
“You too, Drake. I remember the fighter you were—one of the strongest. Take that strength into your fight tonight.”
The two men exchange a nod of understanding, both acknowledging the other’s journey. As the moment passes, Drake releases Night’s hand and takes a step back, his typical smirk returning.
Elijah Drake:
“I’ll be seeing you out there, legend. Let’s both make sure we leave our mark tonight.”
Night:
“We will.”
With that, Night continues down the corridor toward his own destiny, while Elijah Drake watches him go, his own thoughts drifting toward the grudge match ahead with Darwin Jones. Two warriors, once acquainted in Japan, now facing separate battles on the same night. The camera lingers on the corridor, the sense of history and respect hanging in the air as the show moves on.
Backstage
Let them Fight
Backstage in the interview area, RSPW interviewer Rei Yoshida stands with a microphone in hand, next to the imposing figure of the RSPW Heavyweight Champion Ryujiro. The Japanese champion, dressed in his wrestling gear with his title draped over his shoulder, stares intensely into the camera, his focus razor-sharp ahead of his upcoming champion vs. champion match against LdCE Champion Espectro. The atmosphere is thick with tension, as this is one of the most anticipated bouts of the night.
Rei Yoshida:
(In Japanese)
“Ryujiro-san, tonight you face off against Espectro, the Lucha de Cinco Estrellas Champion. Two world champions, two of the most dominant forces in wrestling today. What are your thoughts going into this match, knowing that the entire world is watching?”
Ryujiro shifts his title belt slightly, his expression calm yet intense. He speaks with quiet authority, his voice low but carrying weight.
Ryujiro:
(In Japanese)
“Espectro is a great champion. His speed, his technique… there is no denying his skill. But tonight, he steps into the ring with me. I am not just a champion—I am a force of nature. I do not care about the high-flying, the flashy moves. I care about victory. And when that bell rings, Espectro will understand why I am the RSPW Heavyweight Champion. I will break him down, piece by piece, and leave no doubt in anyone’s mind who the real champion is.”
Rei Yoshida nods, sensing the gravity of Ryujiro’s words. The tension builds as Ryujiro tightens his grip on his belt.
Rei Yoshida:
(In Japanese)
“You’ve faced many tough opponents throughout your career, but Espectro brings a different style, one that could pose a unique challenge. How do you plan to counter his lucha libre offense?”
Ryujiro:
(In Japanese)
“Every opponent has a weakness, Rei. Espectro is no different. His speed and agility—those will be his downfall. When you fly, you make mistakes. And I will be there to capitalize. I do not underestimate him, but I do not fear him either. Tonight, I will prove why I am the best.”
Suddenly, chaos erupts behind them as the camera pans quickly to reveal two tag teams—the Gutter Gods and Anarchy Alliance—engaged in a wild backstage brawl! Security personnel rush in, trying to separate the four men as fists fly and equipment crashes to the ground. Rei Yoshida looks startled as the commotion unfolds around her.
Rei Yoshida:
(In Japanese, flustered)
“What is going on here? This is madness!”
The Gutter Gods and Anarchy Alliance continue to brawl, shouting obscenities at each other as they push past the security guards trying to hold them back. One of the members of the Gutter Gods grabs a steel chair, but before he can swing, more officials swarm the scene, finally pulling the two teams apart.
Ryujiro remains calm amidst the chaos, barely glancing at the brawl. He smirks slightly, clearly unaffected by the commotion behind him. The champion turns back to Rei Yoshida as if nothing is happening, his focus unshaken.*
Ryujiro:
(In Japanese, with a cold smile)
“Let them fight. Tonight, the real battle is in the ring.”
Rei Yoshida, still wide-eyed from the unexpected brawl, nods as the camera pans back to the escalating chaos. The screen fades to black, building the anticipation for the explosive matches still to come.
LdCE Estrella Suprema Champion vs RSPW Heavyweight Champion
Espectro vs Ryujiro
Backstage
Laying Groundwork
Backstage in the dimly lit locker room of Horizon, the tension is palpable. The five men—Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, Darwin Jones, Hugo Ryzing, and their sharp-tongued manager JD James—sit together, gearing up for what promises to be a monumental night. Each member has their own matches tonight, but the looming Organized Chaos match against the Legends Club on Night 2 of Global Takeover casts a shadow over the room. The sound of taping wrists, adjusting knee pads, and lacing boots fills the air as JD James stands in front of the group, ready to deliver one of his signature pep talks.
JD James:
“Alright boys, listen up. Tonight is about one thing—momentum. We’ve got the Legends Club waiting for us tomorrow, but tonight… tonight you’ve got personal scores to settle. And every win we get tonight brings us closer to breaking those so-called ‘legends’ in that Organized Chaos match.”
He walks past each member of Horizon, locking eyes with them, building their focus and determination.
JD James:
“Darwin, you’ve got Elijah Drake. A legend, sure. But he’s past his prime. You’re not just fighting for yourself, you’re fighting to show the world that his time is up. Take him down, and tomorrow night, that momentum carries into Organized Chaos.”
Darwin Jones, sitting on the bench, clenches his fists, nodding with a grim look of determination on his face. JD then turns to Hugo Ryzing, who is getting ready for his next match against Colt Thompson.
JD James:
“Hugo, you’ve had this beef with Thompson for far too long. Tonight? You end it. You put him down, no mercy. This is your chance to prove that you’re not just the baddest man in RSPW—you’re the baddest in all of IPWA.”
Hugo Ryzing glares at JD with a snarl, cracking his knuckles as he mentally prepares to face his rival. JD now focuses on Johnny All Star, the leader of Horizon and one of the biggest names in the Sanctioned Violence Network. Johnny adjusts his wrist tape as JD steps up to him.
JD James:
“And you, Johnny… tonight, you’re the main event. You’ve got Adam Garcia and that snake Angelo Anderson to deal with. You go out there and remind them why you’re the face of Horizon. Remind them that no matter how many belts Anderson’s got, he’s still standing in your shadow.”
Johnny All Star smirks confidently, his swagger unshaken. He leans back against the locker and nods at JD, understanding the gravity of the night ahead.
JD James:
“Look, boys, I won’t sugarcoat it. Tomorrow, we’re stepping into hell with the Legends Club. But if we go in with all the momentum from tonight, they won’t stand a chance. Every match tonight counts. Every win tonight brings us one step closer to making Horizon the most dominant force in wrestling, not just in sVo or P:V, but in the world.”
JD James looks around at each member of Horizon, fire in his eyes. The tension in the room thickens, but it’s a fire that ignites their spirits. The men of Horizon exchange determined glances, each of them mentally preparing for their respective battles ahead. JD finishes his speech with a final charge.
JD James:
“Tonight, we lay the groundwork. Tomorrow, we tear the Legends Club apart.”
The camera lingers on the steely expressions of Johnny All Star, Darwin Jones, and Hugo Ryzing as they rise from the benches, ready to take on their matches. Horizon is united, focused, and more dangerous than ever. The scene fades out as they head towards the entrance, the sound of the crowd rumbling in the background, ready for what’s next.
Backstage
Grudge
Backstage in the bustling arena, Rei Yoshida, the ever-composed and sharp interviewer for RSPW, stands ready with a microphone in hand. Beside her stands the towering, imposing figure of Colt Thompson, the Texan heel known as “The Lone Star.” With his signature cowboy hat and sneering grin, Thompson glares down at Rei as she begins the interview, the tension in the air palpable.
Rei Yoshida:
“Colt Thompson, tonight you face off against your former tag team partner, Hugo Ryzing, in what has become a deeply personal grudge match. After everything you two accomplished together, why did things fall apart between you and Ryzing?”
Thompson scoffs, adjusting the brim of his hat as he looks down at Rei with disdain.
Colt Thompson:
“Why did things fall apart? You really gotta ask that, Rei? I’ll tell you why—because Hugo Ryzing is a backstabbing, no-good piece of trash who forgot his place. We were the most dangerous tag team to ever walk into that ring, but Hugo? He got a little too big for his britches. He thought he was the star, thought he could walk away from me and make a name for himself. Well, tonight, I’m gonna remind him exactly why he was nothing without me.”
The venom in Thompson’s words is clear as he spits the last line, his eyes narrowing in anger. Rei remains calm, though it’s clear she’s treading carefully with her next question.
Rei Yoshida:
“Colt, there’s no denying the success you two had as a team. But now that Hugo has joined Horizon and moved on, what’s driving this need for revenge tonight?”
Thompson’s eyes darken, his sneer widening as he steps closer to the mic.
Colt Thompson:
“Moved on? Oh, he’s moved on alright—straight into the arms of those Horizon boys, like a scared little pup. Hugo Ryzing thinks he’s got it made now, that he’s part of something bigger. But let me tell you something, Hugo ain’t nothing but a shadow of what he used to be when he stood next to me. And now, he’s walking into this match with something to prove, but all he’s gonna get is a first-class ticket to the hospital.”
Thompson pulls off his hat, revealing his cold, determined eyes, staring straight into the camera.
Colt Thompson:
“Hugo made the mistake of crossing me, and now I’m gonna make him regret every damn second of it. He turned his back on the man who made him, and tonight, I’m gonna show the whole world that I was always the reason for our success. Hugo Ryzing is nothing but a fraud, and tonight, I’m putting that fraud down.”
Rei nods, keeping her composure as she moves to her next question, sensing the intensity coming off of Thompson.
Rei Yoshida:
“Many are calling this one of the most anticipated matches of the night, Colt. But with the animosity between you two, do you feel that this is about more than just a win? What’s your ultimate goal tonight?”
Thompson pauses for a moment, his face twisting into a wicked grin before responding.
Colt Thompson:
“My goal, Rei? My goal is simple—humiliate him. Beat him so bad that he’s crawling out of this arena, begging me for mercy. Hugo wants to act like he’s moved on, like he’s better than me? I’m gonna prove to everyone watching that Hugo Ryzing is nothing but a coward hiding behind the rest of Horizon. Tonight, I end him. And when I do, it’ll be the best damn feeling in the world to watch him broken, knowing he could never measure up to the Lone Star.”
Colt smirks, giving the camera a final look of sheer malice as he steps back, tipping his cowboy hat slightly.
Colt Thompson:
“Hugo, you’d better be ready, boy. Because when you step in that ring, you’re steppin’ into the Lone Star State, and there ain’t no way out but through me. And I promise you, son—you ain’t walking out of this one.”
With those words, Thompson walks off camera, leaving Rei standing in his wake, her expression serious as she turns back to the camera.
Rei Yoshida:
“Colt Thompson is ready for battle, and it’s clear this match is about far more than just a win. Can Hugo Ryzing overcome his former partner, or will Thompson make good on his threats? That match is next, and it’s sure to be explosive.”
The scene fades, setting the stage for the long-awaited clash between former partners turned bitter rivals.
Backstage
Settling Scores
The camera cuts backstage to a tense atmosphere. William Smith is standing by, holding a microphone. He looks towards the door as the camera zooms in on Bjorn Asulf, the former DW Heavyweight Champion. The Viking has a stoic look on his face, still reeling from his loss to Angelo Anderson at the Doomsday PPV last week.
William Smith (to camera):
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with the former DW Heavyweight Champion, Bjorn Asulf. Last week, you lost the title to Angelo Anderson in a hard-fought battle, but tonight, we get a chance to hear from the former champion himself. Bjorn, I know it’s been a tough week, but what’s going through your mind right now?”
Asulf looks up, clearly still processing the loss. His face hardens with determination as he stares into the camera.
Bjorn Asulf (gruffly):
“I don’t need to tell anyone how tough this has been. I lost the belt… but losing is something I don’t accept. This loss… this is something I’ll learn from. Angelo Anderson can celebrate now, but this fight isn’t over. The Viking doesn’t bow to anyone, and I will take my title back.”
Before Asulf can finish his sentence, there’s a sudden noise—a loud crash as something slams into the wall. Project Violence’s Teddy Rush appears out of nowhere, attacking Bjorn Asulf from behind!
William Smith (yelling):
“Oh my god! Teddy Rush! What the hell is this?!”
Rush pummels Asulf with wild fists, raining down punches on the former champion! Asulf tries to fight back, throwing elbows to get the vicious assault off of him, but Rush is relentless.
Teddy Rush (yelling as he attacks):
“You thought you could just walk away from me, Bjorn and I would forget all about it? You stabbed me in the back! And now I’m going to make sure you never forget it!”
Rush lifts Asulf off the ground and slams him into a nearby stack of equipment, causing the items to fall and crash to the floor. The camera shakes as the sound reverberates through the area.
William Smith (shouting):
“Somebody get security! We need help back here, NOW!”
Rush picks Asulf up again and throws him against the lockers, his face twisted with anger. He stands over the fallen Asulf, breathing heavily, his fists clenched.
Teddy Rush (screaming):
“You think you’re a Viking? You think you’re a monster? I’ll show you what it means to be betrayed!”
Suddenly, security rushes in, pulling Rush off of Asulf and attempting to restrain him. Asulf is on the floor, bloodied and bruised, barely able to move. Rush is held back, still shouting insults and threats.
Security (shouting):
“Get back, Teddy! You’ve done enough! Get back!”
William Smith (frantic):
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is… this is unbelievable! Teddy Rush just attacked Bjorn Asulf, his former tag team partner! This was a brutal assault, and we’re not sure what this means for Asulf tonight or for his future here!”
Rush is finally dragged away, still yelling, as Asulf struggles to get to his feet. The camera lingers on the battered former champion, his face full of rage and pain.
William Smith (concerned):
“Bjorn, are you alright?”
Asulf breathes heavily, barely able to stand on his own as he glares at the camera, a deep hatred burning in his eyes. Despite his injuries, there’s an unmistakable fire in his voice.
Bjorn Asulf (angrily):
“This isn’t over, Rush. You’re going to pay for this. You think you can break me? I don’t break. I’ll tear you apart. And when I get my hands on you again, I’ll make sure you regret ever crossing me.”
The camera cuts as Asulf limps away, security helping him as the scene fades to black.
William Smith (voice-over, shaken):
“We’ll be right back after this… but what a shocking turn of events backstage tonight!”
RSPW Grudge Match
Colt Thompson vs Hugo Ryzing
Backstage
Time to Pay the Price
Backstage, the camera opens to Elena Cruz, the poised and professional interviewer for Project Violence, standing with a mic in hand. Next to her is the imposing figure of Elijah Drake, his eyes filled with intensity as he glares at the camera. The legendary wrestler, still brimming with strength and charisma, is moments away from facing Darwin Jones, a man who once called him a mentor but betrayed him, costing Drake months of his career.
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with one of the most iconic figures in wrestling today, Elijah Drake, who is about to step into the ring with a man who has a long history with him—Darwin Jones. Elijah, tonight you finally get your hands on Darwin after he betrayed you and cost you months of your career. What are your thoughts going into this match?”
Drake, towering over Elena, takes a deep breath, his expression hardened with resolve. His voice is calm but dripping with controlled anger as he speaks.
Elijah Drake:
“Darwin Jones… the man who I took under my wing. The man who I showed the ropes, who I helped get his footing in this business, and how does he repay me? By stabbing me in the back. Not just betraying me, no… he tried to end my career.”
Drake pauses, his jaw tightening as the memory of the betrayal clearly lingers in his mind.
Elijah Drake:
“I’ve been in this business for a long time, Elena. I’ve seen plenty of men try to take shortcuts, men who thought they could climb to the top by stepping on the people who got them there. But Darwin? I thought he was different. I thought he was someone I could trust. And when he turned on me, when he left me in a heap, he didn’t just hurt my body… he made it personal.”
The intensity in Drake’s voice rises as he steps closer to the camera, his gaze never wavering.
Elijah Drake:
“I had to sit at home for months, rehabbing, watching this business move on without me. And every week, I saw Darwin Jones out there, running his mouth, acting like he’s the future. Well tonight, I’m back, and Darwin’s about to find out that I’m still the present. I’m still the man who runs this. He might think he’s the next big thing, but tonight? I’m gonna remind him that there are consequences for betrayal.”
Elena looks a little uneasy as the intensity in Drake’s voice grows, but she keeps her composure.
Elena Cruz:
“Elijah, given your history with Darwin and how personal this has become, is there anything in particular you’re looking to prove tonight?”
Drake’s expression softens for just a second before hardening again, his voice now a mix of anger and focus.
Elijah Drake:
“I’m not here to prove anything, Elena. Darwin knows exactly what he did, and deep down, he knows what’s coming for him. This isn’t about proving anything to the fans, or even to Darwin. This is about making him pay. I gave him the chance to learn from the best, and he threw it all away. Tonight, I’m gonna break him, physically and mentally. He thinks he’s ready for this? He’s not.”
Drake turns directly to the camera, his eyes piercing through as he sends one final message.
Elijah Drake:
“Darwin, I know you’re back there getting ready, thinking you’ve got everything figured out. But tonight, you’re gonna learn that there’s a price for stabbing me in the back. And that price? It’s everything you’ve built, everything you thought you were. Because tonight, I’m not just going to beat you, I’m going to destroy you.”
Drake’s intensity is palpable as he stares down the lens of the camera, sending a final warning to his former protege. Elena Cruz turns back to the camera, her voice steady.
Elena Cruz:
“Elijah Drake, focused and ready for battle. He faces Darwin Jones next in what is sure to be an emotional and hard-hitting encounter.”
The camera lingers on Drake’s determined expression before fading out, the scene setting up the impending clash between mentor and student.
Project Violence Grudge Match
Darwin Jones vs Elijah Drake
Backstage
Otouto
Backstage in the dimly lit interview area, Katie Smith, the poised and professional interviewer for sVo, stands next to the Japanese legend Night. Dressed in his signature black and purple attire, Night’s presence is calm yet intense. His long, jet-black hair is pulled back, his sharp eyes betraying the storm within him. In moments, he is about to step into one of the most dangerous matches of his career — a Texas Deathmatch against his own brother, the masked monster Nightmare. Katie, holding the microphone, looks at the legendary figure with a mix of awe and respect.
Katie Smith:
“Night, tonight, you step into the ring for what could be the most personal and brutal match of your storied career. A Texas Deathmatch against your own brother, Nightmare. The world is watching, and the tension is at an all-time high. How are you feeling heading into this match?”
Night stands silent for a moment, his gaze distant, as if he’s already mentally in the ring. Then, with a deep breath, he turns his piercing eyes toward Katie.
Night:
“Konnichiwa, Katie. This match… it is not just a match. It is not just a fight. This is a war that has been brewing for years. My brother… Nightmare… he was once a man, just like me. But over time, he let the darkness consume him. And now, he is a monster. Tonight, I do not face a sibling. I face a beast that I must put down.”
Katie nods, her voice steady as she probes further.
Katie Smith:
“Night, this rivalry between you and Nightmare has become something of legend in both Japan and around the world. But many are wondering—can you still view him as your brother, or is that bond broken beyond repair?”
Night lowers his head for a moment, the weight of the question hanging in the air. He raises his head slowly, the fire in his eyes intensifying.
Night:
“Nightmare was once my otouto (younger brother), my family. We fought side by side. We conquered kingdoms together. But now, he has become something else, something twisted. The bond we had… is shattered. There is no brother left in him, only rage. And tonight, I must be the one to extinguish that rage. Not as a brother… but as a warrior.”
Katie leans in, the intensity of the moment clear.
Katie Smith:
“A Texas Deathmatch is known for its brutality. There are no rules, no mercy, only survival. Do you have any hesitation knowing what lies ahead, especially given your personal history with Nightmare?”
Night exhales deeply, his jaw clenched in determination.
Night:
“Hesitation? No. There is no room for hesitation in a battle like this. Nightmare and I have shared blood, sweat, and tears, but tonight, it is all about survival. I know what he is capable of. I know the darkness that he wields. But I have faced darkness before, Katie. I have looked into the abyss and survived. Nightmare may think he can break me, but I am unbreakable. I am Night, and I will fight until the very end.”
Katie glances at the camera, then back at Night, her tone growing more serious.
Katie Smith:
“Night, this match isn’t just about winning or losing—it’s about legacy. After everything you’ve accomplished in your legendary career, what do you hope this match represents for you?”
Night’s expression softens for a moment, reflecting on the gravity of the match. His voice, though soft, carries the weight of his legacy.
Night:
“My legacy is one of honor, discipline, and strength. Tonight, I face not just my brother, but my past. This match will not define me—it will solidify everything I have stood for. If I must defeat Nightmare to protect what I believe in, then so be it. This is not about revenge. This is about restoring balance. I will not let the monster consume what is left of our legacy. Tonight, I walk into that ring with purpose, and when it is over, the world will know that Night never faltered, never feared.”
Katie looks deeply moved by his words as she prepares to wrap up the interview.
Katie Smith:
“Night, the world is waiting for what could be one of the most unforgettable matches of all time. Any final words for your brother before you step into the ring?”
Night turns to face the camera directly, his gaze unwavering, his tone resolute.
Night:
“Nightmare, you and I were bound by blood, but tonight, those ties are cut. You are no longer my brother—you are the enemy. And when the dust settles, I will stand over you, victorious. Prepare yourself, otouto, because tonight… Night falls.”
With that chilling declaration, Night walks away from the camera, his calm demeanor giving way to the fierce warrior he is about to become. Katie watches him leave, a mixture of anticipation and respect in her eyes.
Katie Smith:
“The legend of Night will be put to the ultimate test tonight in what is sure to be an unforgettable war between brothers. The Texas Deathmatch is next, and only one will survive.”
The camera fades, setting the stage for the impending clash between the legendary Night and the monstrous Nightmare.
Backstage
Not Going to Plan
*Backstage, the Horizon locker room is thick with tension. The usually vibrant and confident group now sits in an uneasy silence, their usual energy deflated after a night filled with setbacks. Hugo Ryzing, still nursing wounds from his grueling match with Colt Thompson, slumps on the bench, a towel draped over his head. His fists are clenched in frustration. Darwin Jones, having been bested by Elijah Drake earlier, stands against the locker, shaking his head, replaying the match over and over in his mind.
The atmosphere is heavy—somber, tense. But in the corner of the room, Johnny All Star is different. He sits on the edge of the bench, staring at the floor, deep in thought. His breathing is controlled, his expression intense. This is his moment—the main event—and he knows the pressure is on him to deliver. The silence is broken by JD James, their manager, who walks in with his hands on his hips, surveying the room.*
JD James:
“I know it’s been a rough night, boys.” He pauses, glancing between Hugo and Darwin before locking eyes with Johnny.
“But we knew this wasn’t going to be easy. This is Global Takeover, we’re fighting the best from around the world. Hugo, Darwin… you guys gave it everything out there, but tonight just wasn’t our night.”
JD walks over to Hugo, putting a hand on his shoulder, then to Darwin, giving him a pat on the back. He knows the losses hurt, but now the focus shifts.
JD James:
“But it’s not over. We regroup, we rebuild. And tomorrow… tomorrow’s another day. But right now…” JD turns toward Johnny, who still hasn’t looked up, completely locked in.
“Tonight, it’s about you, Johnny. It’s your time.”
Johnny All Star finally looks up, his eyes laser-focused on JD.
Johnny All Star:
“Yeah. I know.”
Hugo lifts his head, and Darwin turns to face Johnny. Both of them know what this moment means—not just for Johnny, but for Horizon as a whole. Johnny has the chance to restore their momentum, to shift the narrative in their favor, and lead them into tomorrow’s Organized Chaos match with something to build on.
Darwin Jones:
“You gotta bring it home, man. We didn’t get it done tonight, but you’re our ace, Johnny.”
Hugo Ryzing:
“Do what you do best. Show Garcia and Anderson who runs this place.”
Johnny stands up, his signature leather jacket now slung over his shoulder, as he adjusts the cuffs of his gloves. He nods to his teammates, his calm demeanor masking the fire within.
Johnny All Star:
“Don’t worry. I’m not walking out there to just win—I’m walking out there to make a statement. Angelo Anderson? Adam Garcia? They don’t know what’s coming. I’m not just fighting for myself tonight… I’m fighting for Horizon. I’m fighting for what we’ve built. And when that bell rings, I’ll remind them, and the world, why they call me the Best in the West.”
JD steps forward, his voice lowering with intensity.
JD James:
“You got this, Johnny. We need this. Horizon needs this. Go out there and make it happen.”
Johnny nods, and with one final glance at his teammates, he walks toward the door, his every step confident, determined. The camera lingers on the Horizon members left behind—Hugo and Darwin, still licking their wounds, but now with a renewed sense of hope as Johnny heads for the main event.
The door shuts behind Johnny as he heads to the biggest match of the night. The mood remains somber, but now there’s a glimmer of optimism in the Horizon locker room, the unspoken belief that Johnny All Star is about to turn the tide.
JD James:
“We’re still in this. We never stop fighting.”
The scene fades as Hugo, Darwin, and JD watch the door, waiting for their leader to deliver.
Texas Deathmatch
Brother vs Brother
Night vs. Nightmare
Backstage
Legends Never Die
The ring is in shambles. The mat is stained with blood, and the remnants of the brutal Texas Deathmatch between the two legendary Japanese brothers, Night and Nightmare, are visible in the wreckage left behind. The crowd, still on their feet, is chanting loudly, showing their appreciation for the absolute war they’ve just witnessed. The two men lie motionless in the center of the ring, both battered and broken, their bodies showing the scars of the grueling match.
Night, though victorious, is clearly struggling to even move. His breathing is ragged, his clothes torn and bloodied. Nightmare, though still conscious, is equally spent, his body twisted in a painful heap. The referee calls for assistance as the fans continue to roar their support, the atmosphere electric with awe for the two warriors who just gave everything in the ring.
Suddenly, Elijah Drake appears, rushing down the entrance ramp, looking concerned yet determined. He slides into the ring, kneeling down beside his old friend Night, his face filled with worry. The two men have a history, and Drake clearly respects Night not just as a rival, but as a brother-in-arms.
Elijah Drake (gently speaking):
“Come on, man… let’s get you up.”
Night’s eyes flicker open, the pain evident on his face as he slowly begins to rise to his feet with Drake’s help. The crowd gives a roaring ovation, applauding the resilience of both men. Drake helps him to his feet, supporting him as Night leans heavily on his friend, clearly in no condition to stand alone.
The camera pans around the arena, capturing the emotional reaction of the fans, who are giving a standing ovation for the warriors who’ve just left it all in the ring. There’s a moment of silence in the arena as the sheer magnitude of the match settles in.
Night looks out over the crowd, his face battered but filled with a sense of pride. His gaze then shifts to Nightmare, who is still down, groaning, unable to rise. The respect between the two brothers is palpable, even in defeat.
Elijah Drake (with a voice full of respect):
“You did it, man. You survived the hell.”
Night nods, slowly but surely, still recovering as he leans on Drake. He looks at his brother once more, his eyes a mix of sorrow and respect for the man he’s just overcome.
The crowd continues to chant, “Nii-iiight!” as the camera zooms in on the battered warriors, who slowly make their way to the backstage area. The image of the two men walking out together, in silence, arms around each other, captures the emotional toll of the match.
As they disappear behind the curtain, the camera pans to the wreckage in the ring, still dripping with the aftermath of battle. The fans’ appreciation fills the air, and the crowd continues to cheer, loudly and passionately, for what they’ve just witnessed.
The segment ends with a lingering shot of the shattered ring, and the words “Legends Never Die” echoing in the minds of the viewers as the show continues.
Backstage
The Bull & The Dragon
The backstage area is buzzing with activity as the lights flicker, illuminating the warm-up area where Adam Garcia, the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion and recent European Wrestling League winner, is pacing back and forth. His fists are taped, his breathing controlled, and his focused stare is a testament to the intensity that tonight’s main event demands. He’s about to step into the ring for a high-stakes Triple Threat Match at the Global Takeover PPV.
The door to the room creaks open, and Ryujiro, the RSPW Heavyweight Champion, steps inside. His championship belt glints on his shoulder as he surveys the room. The crowd’s excitement is still ringing in his ears after his earlier victory in his own Champion vs. Champion bout. Ryujiro’s presence doesn’t go unnoticed by Garcia, who stops his pacing and turns toward the door, their eyes locking instantly.
The room grows heavy with anticipation as the two champions stand there, both with a stoic look of determination etched across their faces. There’s no need for words,, fuelled by their respective dominance in their own promotions. Yet beneath the competitive fire, there is a silent understanding, a respect that has been earned through years of hard-fought battles.
Finally, Ryujiro breaks the silence, his voice calm but strong, as if acknowledging the elephant in the room.
Ryujiro:
“You won earlier tonight… I saw it. And now, you’re heading into the main event, where you’ll face two others. I respect that. But tonight is a different kind of fight.”
Garcia narrows his eyes, not in anger, but in calculation. He steps forward, his posture relaxed but tense, his voice low and deliberate.
Adam Garcia:
“You think I don’t know what it’s like to fight for this?” He taps the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist.
“You think I don’t understand what it takes to win, Ryujiro? Tonight, I fight for more than just this. I fight for everything I’ve built. Everything that’s come before me.”
Ryujiro watches Garcia closely, the tension between them thickening, but there’s no immediate animosity in his gaze. He knows Garcia’s fire, and Garcia knows his. Both champions have been tested in different rings, different styles, and the mutual respect is unspoken but unmistakable.
Ryujiro:
“I know what you’ve built, Garcia. I’ve watched you rise. And I’ve done the same. Tonight, we might not be opponents, but trust me when I say this—whoever walks out of that main event with the win… will carry the weight of their promotion on their shoulders.”
Garcia’s jaw tightens slightly, but his eyes remain locked on Ryujiro’s, the fire between them still blazing but tempered by that unspoken understanding.
Adam Garcia:
“I didn’t come here just to win tonight. I came here to prove something. To show everyone why I’m the Mad Bull. You might have won your champion vs. champion match, but when that bell rings for the main event, it’s me they’ll be watching. It’s me they’ll remember.”
Ryujiro nods slowly, seemingly satisfied with Garcia’s answer. His tone is sharp, but tinged with the recognition that Garcia is not someone to take lightly.
Ryujiro:
“Then let’s make sure it’s a match they’ll never forget.”
The two champions share one last look, their unspoken rivalry still crackling in the air, but with a sense of mutual respect that only two warriors can truly understand. Garcia turns away first, his focus back on his warm-up. Ryujiro steps back, nodding to Garcia before walking off down the corridor, his mind already on the battle ahead.
The camera holds on Garcia, who takes a deep breath, his fists clenched, his body primed for what promises to be a brutal main event.
Backstage
Management Meeting
The camera cuts to a luxurious skybox high above the arena, where the most powerful figures in the world of professional wrestling are seated. Inside the box, Jon Page, the owner of the Sanctioned Violence Network, is leaning forward, his gaze fixed on the action below. Beside him is Amy Page, his sister and the COO of the sVo. The atmosphere is tense, with only moments left before the highly anticipated main event of Global Takeover Night 1.
Also present are James Von Drake, the stoic General Manager of Project Violence; Matt Anarchy, the shrewd GM of Dynasty Wrestling; and Hiroshi Fujimoto, the charismatic COO of Rising Sun Pro Wrestling (RSPW). Each of them is dressed to the nines, their faces a mix of intensity and focus. They all share a collective interest in the outcome of the match.
Amy Page (breaking the silence):
“Johnny All Star is the man to beat. Horizon haven’t had the best of nights, but he has that big match experience. My money’s on him.”
Jon Page, sitting next to his sister, shakes his head slightly and smirks.
Jon Page (calm but confident):
“You’re too biased. Johnny’s great, but Adam Garcia has the edge. He’s proven time and time again why he’s the champion, and tonight will be no different. Project Violence will have its hand raised.”
Matt Anarchy leans forward, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the glass as he joins the conversation, voice low but resolute.
Matt Anarchy (dryly):
“Both of you are missing the bigger picture. Angelo Anderson is a man on fire. He’s been unstoppable. The DW Heavyweight Championship is his, and tonight is just another feather in his cap. I’d say you’re both foolish if you don’t recognize that.”
Fujimoto, who has been silent until now, chuckles darkly. His eyes glint with amusement as he tilts his head slightly.
Jon Page’s eyes narrow as he listens, his hand resting on the arm of his chair. The tension in the room is palpable, the air crackling with the weight of each comment.
Jon Page (leaning in, voice low but assertive):
“You all talk like you know who’s winning, but the fact is, we’ve got three of the best in the world fighting in that ring tonight. And no matter what happens, it’s going to be an historic night. Johnny All Star, Adam Garcia, and Angelo Anderson—any one of them could leave here with the title. You’ll all be lucky if your guy walks out with a win.”
The group sits in silence for a moment, each of them processing the enormity of what’s about to unfold. The camera cuts to a close-up of each of their faces, revealing their steely resolve.
Amy Page (breaking the silence, with a half-smile):
“Maybe you’re right. But if I were a betting woman, I’d say this match ends with All Star standing tall. And none of you are going to stop him.”
Von Drake grunts and leans back in his chair, clearly not in agreement. He crosses his arms, eyes still focused on the action in the ring below.
Hiroshi Fujimoto (grinning):
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
The camera pulls back to show the group in the skybox, all with their eyes locked on the ring. The tension builds as the moment of the main event draws near, with the heads of the major federations anxiously waiting to see who will come out on top.
As the scene fades, the sounds of the crowd cheering and the anticipation in the arena reach a fever pitch. The commentary team prepares for the main event to begin, the fate of the sVo, Dynasty Wrestling, and Project Violence all hanging in the balance.
Backstage
The Snap
The scene opens backstage in a dimly lit corridor, the camera zooms in on Katie Smith, the sVo interviewer, who is standing with Curtis Knight, the leader of the Legends Club. Knight, dressed in his signature silver attire, stands with a confident, almost smug expression on his face. His presence is imposing, with his arms crossed and the aura of a man who is sure of victory. His team is set to compete in the Organised Chaos match tomorrow night, and Katie is eager to hear his thoughts.
Katie Smith:
“Tonight is the night before the big Organised Chaos match at Global Takeover Night 2. Curtis, your team, The Legends Club, faces Horizon in what is sure to be a brutal match. But, more importantly, you’ve made it clear that this match is not just about victory—it’s about making a statement. Can you tell us what’s going through your mind going into tomorrow?”
Knight smirks slightly, his piercing gaze never leaving Katie as he leans back, his hands resting on his hips.
Curtis Knight:
“You know, Katie, a lot of people are talking about how the Legends Club is going to be the ones who come out on top tomorrow. And I don’t just mean in the Organised Chaos match—I mean we’re going to take control of this entire IPWA. We’re going to remind everyone who the real power is in this business. It’s not the wannabe champions of Horizon, it’s not the so-called ‘stars’ of Project Violence or the Sanctioned Violence Organisation. It’s The Legends Club, and we’ve been waiting for this opportunity.”
He leans forward slightly, his voice lowering as his tone grows more intense.
Curtis Knight:
“And when we win tomorrow night, I want Johnny All Star to hear this loud and clear before he steps into that main event tonight. The stipulation we’re picking for our sVo Championship match at Ultimate Victory—well, it’s going to be a real game-changer.”
Katie looks intrigued, nodding for Knight to continue.
Curtis Knight (with a sly grin):
“When we win tomorrow, I’m going to pick the stipulation for our sVo Championship match. And the first thing you need to know, Johnny, is that when we take that title from you—and believe me, we will—Horizon will have to leave the IPWA. No more Horizon in any federation within the International Pro Wrestling Alliance. They’ll be gone, just like that with a snap of the fingers.”
The camera focuses on Curtis Knight’s face as he snaps his fingers, his smile growing wider as the weight of his words settles in.
Curtis Knight:
“Johnny, you’ve been a thorn in our side for far too long. You’ve been running around with that sVo Championship like it’s your personal toy. But once we take it, the entire Horizon team will have no choice but to pack up and leave, let’s see how Darwin Jones, Hugo Ryzing and Gunner Lang feel about this little reunion then. That’s the kind of power I’m bringing to the table, first it was Blood Money we ran out of time, next it’s you boys. So, enjoy your main event tonight, because tomorrow… the end of Horizon begins.”
Knight stands tall, a confident sneer on his face.
Curtis Knight:
“See you tomorrow, Johnny. Enjoy the moment. It’s one of the last one you’ll have in the IPWA.”
With a final dismissive look at Katie, Curtis Knight walks off down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as the camera lingers on Smith, who is left with a serious expression, processing the weight of Knight’s challenge.
The scene fades out as the anticipation for the Organised Chaos match continues to build.
sVo Champion vs PV Champion vs DW Champion
Triple Threat Match
Johnny All Star vs Adam Garcia vs Angelo Anderson
The camera cuts to the ring after an intense, chaotic Triple Threat Match where Angelo Anderson has just pinned Johnny All Star, securing the victory. The crowd erupts into boos as Anderson stands tall in the middle of the ring, his arms raised in triumph while the Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Championship glistens around his waist.
Steve Pringle (commentating):
“Angelo Anderson has done it! He’s just pinned Johnny All Star! What a statement! But what does this mean for the future of Horizon after tonight?”
Anderson takes a moment to bask in the loud boos from the audience, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he looks down at his championship belt, then back at the downed bodies of All Star and Adam Garcia, who are both slowly recovering on the mat.
Eddie Bates (commentating):
“Dynasty Wrestling’s own Angelo Anderson standing tall at the end of night one. But you have to wonder… tomorrow, Night 2 is going to be the crucial one. Horizon are in real trouble after losing every single match tonight! Their future here in the sVo, the IPWA—their very existence—could be on the line in that Organised Chaos match tomorrow night!”
The camera pans to Anderson, who takes one last moment to soak in the reaction, his expression full of smug satisfaction. The camera zooms in on Anderson’s smug face as he holds his title high, giving one last sneer at the camera.
Steve Pringle (commentating):
“Angelo Anderson has made it clear! But the big question remains: What will happen to Horizon tomorrow night? If they lose that Organised Chaos match, will Horizon be forced to leave the IPWA for good? We’ve seen tensions tonight, and it’s only going to get worse!”
Eddie Bates (commentating):
“That’s right, Steve. Tomorrow’s Night 2 is going to be a night of reckoning. If Horizon’s team loses, it’s game over. The future of that entire faction is on the line! But if they win… well, let’s just say it’ll shake up everything we thought we knew about this place!”
The camera zooms out to show Angelo Anderson standing tall in the middle of the ring, championship belt held high, as the boos grow louder. The screen cuts to a graphic hyping up tomorrow’s Night 2 and the high-stakes Organised Chaos match.
Steve Pringle (commentating, voice growing intense):
“Don’t miss the Global Takeover Night 2, tomorrow! Organised Chaos, where everything’s on the line for Horizon! Who will survive? And who will be left in the dust? It all comes down to tomorrow night!”
The screen fades to black as the show goes off the air, leaving fans on the edge of their seats, wondering what will happen in the high-stakes drama of Night 2.
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