HCW Wrestling Newsletter 2025 #1075 – 3/1- Supershow

Hello wrestling fans and welcome back to another episode of the HCW Wrestling Newsletter! Today marks the 1,075th edition of our newsletter, and what better way to celebrate than with a **SUPER SHOW** packed with action, surprises, and high-stakes matchups! 

 

Tonight’s lineup is absolutely stacked! Sal Albano steps into the ring against the unpredictable and chaotic Cara Loco. The Alaskan Wildman, Jax Brenner, looks to unleash his fury against the ever-dangerous Bad News Marvin Barnes. Meanwhile, the Samoan Stomper, Raku, faces his toughest test yet as he collides with the Dark Dominion’s unrelenting force, Timberfang, Jack Lumber. 

 

The Wicked Prophet is also set for battle as he takes on Lou Albano III, while the HCW Heritage Tag Team Championships are on the line when **The Fangs of Despair** defend against the high-energy duo of **Thunder and Lightning – Ethan Hayes and Rafael Castillo!** 

 

And in a shocking turn of events, our **main event** isn’t about gold—it’s about dominance. The monstrous **Black Mass** steps into the spotlight against **Otis Peabody (OP) Cunningham** in a clash that could shake the foundation of HCW! 

 

But before we get to any of that, we head backstage, where ‘Truth’ Wayne is standing by with a man who always has something sinister up his sleeve—the leader of the Dark Dominion, **Count Vlad.** 

 

Let’s get this show started! 

 

HCW Backstage Interview with Count Vlad

                    

                   

 

(The scene opens in the dimly lit backstage area of HCW. The camera focuses on "Truth" Wayne, standing smugly in front of the mic, dressed in a tailored suit, his tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He smirks as he looks into the camera, his voice dripping with condescension.)

"Truth" Wayne: "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is ‘Truth’ Wayne, and let’s get something straight—I don’t do fairytales, I don’t do underdog stories, and I sure as hell don’t do hero worship. If you’re standing in front of me, you’re getting the cold, hard truth. And tonight, that truth comes in the form of a man who isn’t just playing the game… he’s running it. My guest… Count Vlad."

 

(The camera pans as Count Vlad steps into the frame, adjusting his pristine black suit, his crimson pocket square neatly folded. His smirk is slow and deliberate as he clasps his hands together, exuding eerie confidence.)

 

Count Vlad: "Ahhh, Señor Wayne… finally, an interviewer with a spine. A rare breed in this industry."

 

(Wayne chuckles, adjusting his sunglasses.)

 

"Truth" Wayne: "I do my best. But let’s talk about you, Count. HCW is filled with so-called warriors, men who claim they’re going to bring down the Dark Dominion. Yet, here you stand, unbothered, untouched. So, tell me… is there anyone on this roster who actually poses a threat to you?"

 

(Vlad lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head slowly.)

 

Count Vlad: "Threat? No, no, no… threat implies uncertainty. There is no uncertainty in the Dark Dominion’s rule. These men—these so-called heroes—are nothing but lambs desperately pretending to be wolves."

 

(Wayne nods, lips curling in amusement.)

 

"Truth" Wayne: "Couldn’t have said it better myself. You’ve got Biceps Bannerman running around flexing, Lightning Ethan Hayes flipping like a circus act, and Zack Commando Brown? A guy who thinks wearing camo makes him dangerous. Tell me, Vlad, when do the delusions end?"

 

(Vlad smirks, tilting his head slightly as if pondering the question.)

 

Count Vlad: "They don’t. Not until the last ember of their resistance is snuffed out. And … that time is coming."

 

(Wayne raises an eyebrow, lowering his sunglasses slightly.)

 

"Truth" Wayne: "Big words, Count. But let me hit you with the truth. Every king eventually faces his reckoning. Every empire crumbles. And when the day comes that the Dark Dominion isn’t as dominant as you think… what happens then?"

 

(Vlad’s grin lingers, but there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes—intrigue, calculation. He steps forward slightly, voice dropping to an unsettling whisper.)

 

Count Vlad: "Ahh, Señor Wayne… but you misunderstand. I am not a king. I am not an empire. I am inevitable. And when the dust settles, when the so-called heroes of HCW lie broken before me… I will still be here. Watching. Waiting. Smiling."

 

(Truth studies Vlad for a moment before smirking and turning back to the camera.)

 

"Truth" Wayne: "Well, HCW, there you have it. You can call it intimidation, you can call it dominance, or—if you’re smart—you’ll see that it’s the Cold, Hard Truth."

 

(He slides his sunglasses back up, smirking as Vlad straightens his suit and walks off, his presence lingering like a shadow. Wayne lets out a satisfied chuckle as the camera fades to black.)

 

Match #1:  Salvatore Albano w/ Pierre Boulay vs Cara Loco

 

                         

Cara Loco comes to the ring first and the fans cheer him and he can’t seem to comprehend why.  He looks crazily at the fans but they get a kick out of it and cheer him that much louder.  He climbs into the ring and waits in the corner before he starts hitting the ropes bouncing from one end of the ring to the other.  The music changed and out comes Salvatore Albano accompanied by his manager Pierre Boulay.  They are booed heavily as they make their way to the ring.  Sal climbs and flexes his muscles in Cara Loco’s face trying to intimidate him.  It doesn’t work.  The bell rings and this one starts off. 

 

Right out of the gate, Cara Loco wasted no time taking the fight to Sal Albano, rocking him with a Short Arm Clothesline that nearly took him off his feet. Albano tried to shake it off, but Cara was relentless.

The momentum stayed with the unhinged luchador as he planted Albano with a Double Underhook DDT, driving his opponent’s head straight into the mat. Albano tried to muster a defense, but it was clear Cara was in full control.

 

Just when it seemed like Cara was ready to put this one away, Pierre Boulay couldn’t help himself—he jumped in and blatantly interfered, forcing the referee, "Honest" Abe, to call for the disqualification!

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "Cara had this match locked up, but Boulay just had to stick his nose in! And I think Cara Loco just found a way to make the most of it!"

 

As Albano and Boulay fumed over the result, Cara Loco turned the tables in classic fashion—by yanking down Pierre Boulay’s pants right in the middle of the ring! The crowd erupted as the furious manager flailed in embarrassment, while Cara darted out of the ring before anyone could lay a hand on him.

 

Standing at the top of the ramp, Cara cracked a mischievous smile, taking in the chaos he’d caused, before vanishing behind the curtain like a phantom of wrestling anarchy.

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "I’ll tell ya, Pierre might want to invest in a tighter belt because Cara just made him the butt of the joke!"

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "A wild finish to this one, but knowing Cara Loco, I doubt he's done making enemies—or moments like this!"

 

Winner: Cara Loco via Disqualification

 

Match #2:  Jax Brenner w/ Molly Mason vs ‘Bad News’ Marvin Barnes

 

                                            

Next, the music blares out “I’ve got some bad news for ya” and out comes Bad News Marvin Barnes.  He is booed as he walks to the ring and flips the fans off in retaliation.  Jax’s music hits and he’s power walking down to the ring.  Molly is at his side.  He climbs in the ring and she goes to stand over by the commentary desk.

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "Folks, this one is going to be a clash of pure power. Jax Brenner, the Alaskan Wildman, taking on the always-dangerous Bad News Barnes! And look at Molly Mason at ringside, keeping a close eye on her man."

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "Yeah, speaking of Molly, I gotta ask—what’s the deal with The Yeti’s infatuation with her? He’s been lurking around, sending weird messages, and she hasn’t said a word about it!"

 

Molly Mason (she hears Johnny and looks over at him): "Not now, Johnny. Drop it."

 

Barnes charges first, looking to take control, but Jax meets him head-on with a stiff knee to the gut. He follows up with a towering bodyslam, sending Barnes crashing to the canvas. But Barnes, ever the opportunist, rolls to his feet and catches Jax with a Diamond Dust, stunning the Wildman!

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "What a counter by Barnes! He’s a crafty veteran, knows how to turn the tide in an instant."

 

Barnes stomps away at Jax before attempting a Hollywood Slam, but the Wildman powers out! He lifts Barnes high into the air and drives him down with the Pickaxe!

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "Whew! That’s gotta rattle your bones! Barnes might have just felt the chill of the Alaskan Wildman!"

 

Jax follows up with the Sasquatch Stomp, nearly securing the win, but Barnes gets a shoulder up at the last second. Molly slaps the apron, urging Jax to stay on him. The Wildman obliges, hoisting Barnes up for another towering suplex, but Barnes fights back, delivering a desperate rake to the eyes!

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "Barnes is trying anything to survive! That’s desperation at its finest!"

Jax shakes it off, catches Barnes off guard, and absolutely plows him into the mat with a second Pickaxe! This time, there’s no escape.

 

1...2...3!

 

Winner: "The Alaskan Wildman" Jax Brenner

 

Jax stands tall as Molly nods in approval from ringside. But just as Jax begins his celebration, Molly’s cell phone rings. She glances at the screen, her face shifting from triumph to urgency. Without a word, she snatches up the phone and rushes toward the back, leaving the crowd murmuring in confusion.

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "Whoa, whoa, where’s Molly going? Who’s on the other end of that call?"

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "I have no idea, but she looked real concerned!"

 

Jax, still soaking in the cheers, finally notices that Molly is gone. He scans the ring, then the entrance ramp, his expression turning from victorious to worried. Without hesitation, he hops out of the ring and storms toward the back.

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "Something’s up, Mike! Jax just bolted after her!"

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "This could be serious. We need some answers, but right now, all we’ve got are more questions!"

 

Backstage:

 

[Scene: Yeti is in his locker room, sitting calmly on a bench, looking directly into the camera. Count Vlad stands by him. Yeti's demeanor is uncharacteristically calm.  In front of Yeti is his Hardcore Title, and around his neck is a necklace of a snowflake encased in resin.]

                

                                                    

Yeti: Congratulations, Molly, on your impressive feat of helping Brenner win that hard fought match. Without your encouragement and help, he would have lost.

 

[Yeti pauses, his eyes narrowing as he reaches up to stroke the snowflake necklace around his neck.]

 

Yeti: When I saw you standing on the steps encouraging the weak Brenner, I saw your true potential and power. Without you, he is nothing. You bestow on him the magnificence that you possess.

 

[The camera catches a glimpse of blue and white roses on a nearby table. Yeti's gaze shifts briefly to the picture of the smiling young girl in the silver frame, then back to the camera with a determined expression.]

 

Yeti: But don't think for a moment that I'm done with you, Brenner. There is more to come. Much more.

 

[Yeti's hand moves to the blue blanket with red blood swatches beside him, stroking it gently. His smile grows wider as he continues to speak.]

 

Yeti: Brenner, you may have won ONE battle, but the war is far from over.

 

[Count Vlad nods in agreement, a dark smile on his face as the promo ends.]

 

Match #3:  Samoan Stomper Raku vs Jack Lumber w/ Count Vlad

 

                                

 

As the haunting, ominous tones of the Dark Dominion’s theme filled the arena, the jeers of the HCW faithful grew deafening. Jack "Timberfang" Lumber sauntered out onto the stage wearing his signature flannel. He sneered at the crowd, stopping to mock a particularly vocal fan in the front row by pretending to chop down an imaginary tree. Behind him, Count Vlad followed, his ever-present smirk in place as he exuded an air of supreme confidence.

 

"Well, Johnny, looks like Timberfang is in a fine mood tonight," Mike "The Voice" Johnson commented.

 

"Of course he is, Mike! He’s got Count Vlad with him! And you know what that means—he’s going to have every trick in the book at his disposal!" Johnny "The Hammer" Harris responded.

 

Before more could be said, the music shifted, and the mood of the crowd flipped. The powerful drumbeats of Samoan Stomper Raku’s entrance theme reverberated through the arena as the big man stepped out, his eyes locked on the ring with an intensity that promised destruction. The audience roared in approval, recognizing a warrior ready for battle. Raku stormed down the ramp, never once taking his eyes off Count Vlad, who simply smirked in response.

 

"Raku looks laser-focused tonight, Johnny. He knows exactly who he has to watch out for," Mike "The Voice" Johnson observed.

 

"Oh, come now, gentlemen," Count Vlad interjected as he approached the commentary table, settling in beside them. "Why must you always paint me as the villain? I am merely here to ensure that justice prevails."

 

"Justice?" Johnny "The Hammer" Harris scoffed. "The last time you said that, Honest Abe ended up on his back thanks to one of your ‘accidental’ interferences."

 

Count Vlad chuckled. "Ah, accidents happen, my dear Johnny. Who am I to control fate?"

 

With both competitors in the ring, Honest Abe called for the bell, and the match began.

 

Raku wasted no time charging at Lumber, but Timberfang countered with a brutal axe handle strike, dropping the Samoan powerhouse to a knee. Seizing the moment, Lumber followed up with THE AXE, his signature clothesline, nearly taking Raku’s head off. He immediately went for the cover.

 

"This could be over already!" ," Mike "The Voice" Johnson exclaimed.

 

"One…!"

 

But Raku powered out, pushing Lumber off him with authority.

 

"Too early, Timberfang! You’re going to have to chop down a whole tree, not just a branch!" Johnny "The Hammer" Harris shouted.

 

Raku shook off the impact and retaliated with a vicious COCO-BUTT, sending Lumber stumbling. But Jack was quick to retaliate with a powerful YUKON BODYSLAM that rocked the ring. The two exchanged brutal offense, neither willing to give an inch.

 

As the minutes ticked by, Raku began mounting momentum, driving his knee into Lumber’s rib cage and following up with a series of blistering PECTORAL CHOPS. Lumber, however, responded with a stiff uppercut and an ATOMIC DROP, keeping the Samoan off balance.

 

At ringside, Count Vlad leaned closer to the commentary table. "You see, my Timberfang is quite resilient. He is like the ancient warriors of legend—unyielding, relentless, and, dare I say, superior."

 

"We’ll see about that!" Johnny "The Hammer" Harris shot back.

 

The tide shifted when Raku clamped his massive arms around Lumber, locking in a BEARHUG. Lumber thrashed in his grip, gasping for air as Honest Abe checked on him.

 

"He’s got it locked in! Count Vlad, are you nervous?" ," Mike "The Voice" Johnson asked.

 

Vlad simply smiled. "My dear Mike, I am never nervous. This is merely an opportunity for my Timberfang to display his endurance."

 

Lumber refused to submit, fighting his way free, only for Raku to crush him with another COCO-BUTT. But before Raku could capitalize, Count Vlad climbed onto the apron, drawing the referee’s attention.

 

"Oh, come on!" Johnny "The Hammer" Harris yelled. "Honest Abe, turn around!"

 

With the distraction in place, Lumber delivered another TIMMMMMBEEERRRRR, flooring Raku. He hooked the leg for another pin.

 

"One… two… no! Raku kicks out again!" ," Mike "The Voice" Johnson called.

 

Despite the interference, Raku wasn’t finished. He threw Lumber out of the ring, forcing him to scramble back in before the count. Count Vlad distracted the ref to give Jack time to recover.  Before Jack could reenter the ring, the  Commando Zack Brown snuck in from the crowd and SMASHED Jack with stiff chair shots.  As an injured Lumber reentered, Raku struck like a battering ram, securing another BEARHUG. This time, there was no escape. Lumber’s resistance faded as he had no choice but to submit.  Zack took off through the crowd as they cheered him on.

 

"It’s over! Samoan Stomper Raku wins!" ," Mike "The Voice" Johnson shouted as the crowd erupted in cheers.

 

As Raku celebrated, Count Vlad simply smoothed out his suit and shook his head. "Ah, a disappointment, but one battle does not decide the war," he said cryptically before exiting ringside.

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris turned to Vlad as he walked away. "You always have something up your sleeve, don’t you, Vlad?"

 

Count Vlad merely grinned over his shoulder. "Always, Johnny. Always."

 

Raku stood tall in the ring, having conquered one of the Dominion’s fiercest warriors, but knowing full well that where Count Vlad was involved, this war was far from over.  And what of the Commando Zack Brown?  Surely he’ll be facing the wrath of the Dark Dominion now.

 

 (The HCW theme blares through the arena as the crowd erupts. The camera pans across a packed house, fans on their feet, ready for another night of action. Suddenly, "HCW General Manager" Max McGillicutty’s music hits, and the cheers grow louder. He steps onto the stage, dressed in a sharp suit, grinning as he makes his way to the ring with a microphone in hand.)

 

Max McGillicutty: "HCW faithful! Man, it’s great to be in front of you tonight!" (Big pop from the crowd.) "Week after week, you bring the passion, the energy, and that’s why HCW is the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet!" (More cheers echo through the arena.)

 

Max McGillicutty: "Now, I know you’re all ready for an action-packed night, but before we get started, I have something special for you. As you know, HCW has a rich history filled with legendary competitors, and every year, we honor those who left an undeniable mark on this business. And tonight, I am proud to announce the very first inductee into the HCW Hall of Fame, Class of 2025!"

 

(The lights dim slightly, and the Omegatron flickers to life. After a moment, the image of The Banker appears on the massive screen, his trademark arrogant smirk as prominent as ever. A mixed reaction erupts from the crowd—boos from those who remember his ruthless tactics, but also loud cheers and respectful applause from longtime fans who acknowledge his legacy.) 

 

Mike 'The Voice' Johnson: "Wow! There it is, folks! Love him or hate him, you can’t deny what The Banker accomplished in HCW!"

 

Johnny 'The Hammer' Harris: "No doubt about it, Mike. This man was as cunning as they came—he played the game better than anyone, and it earned him championship gold, main events, and now… a spot in the Hall of Fame!"

 

Mike 'The Voice' Johnson: "The Banker may have cut corners, he may have used his wealth to manipulate situations, but let’s not forget—he backed it up in the ring. He was a fixture in HCW for years, and this is well-earned."

 

(The crowd continues to react as McGillicutty nods, taking a moment before speaking again.)

 

Max McGillicutty: "The Banker was a man who always found a way to come out on top—sometimes by skill, sometimes by strategy, sometimes by... let’s just say, less conventional methods. But through it all, he gave everything to HCW. And whether you cheered him or booed him, you always paid attention when The Banker was in that ring. That’s why he is going into the Hall of Fame!"

 

(A respectable applause from the crowd follows, acknowledging The Banker’s impact. The screen lingers on his image for a moment before fading out.)

 

Johnny 'The Hammer' Harris: "Well, I can’t argue with the decision. This is a guy who manipulated contracts, made deals behind the scenes, but when the bell rang, he could go with the best of them."

 

Mike 'The Voice' Johnson: "Absolutely. The man was a former champion, a headliner, and one of the smartest competitors we’ve ever seen. Whether you loved him or loathed him, The Banker is Hall of Fame material."

 

(McGillicutty gives one final nod to the crowd before exiting the ring, leaving the fans buzzing as the show moves forward.)

 

Match #4:  The Wicked Prophet vs Lou Albano III

 

                                                       

Lou comes out first to a solid pop from the crowd.  He makes his way to the ring shaking hands with fans.  He climbs into the ring and keeps the fans energized until the music changed and out comes the Wicked Prophet.  The fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring.  On the way down, he glances into the crowd and sees two fans each holding a sign that reads

 

                 

Prophet smiles and points to the fans saying they totally get it.  He continues to the ring and climbs in.  We don’t have to wait long for the action to begin. 

 

From the opening bell, Lou Albano III wasted no time asserting his power, slamming The Wicked Prophet with a Head First Body Slam that had the crowd gasping. But Prophet, as unpredictable as ever, sent Albano crashing with an Exile From The Ring, forcing him to scramble back in before the count reached ten.

 

The action intensified as both men traded brutal offense, with Prophet ensnaring Lou in the Devil’s Snare, only for Albano to fire back with his devastating Albano Powerbomb. The momentum swung wildly throughout the match, with Prophet nailing his signature Fire - Walk With Me and Baptism of Fire, but Albano answering with a powerful Hip Rolls and an Arm Drag and Twist.

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "Both these guys are pulling out all the stops! Neither wants to give an inch!"

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "And neither should, Mike! This is what HCW is all about—pure, unfiltered competition!"

 

Albano nearly sealed the deal in the eighth minute after a thunderous Hip Rolls rocked Prophet. He went for the pinfall, but Prophet showed his resilience, kicking out at two!

 

While Prophet distracted the referee, the New Sicilians rushed in from the crowd and attacked Lou beating him on the outside of the ring before rolling him back in and taking off as La Famiglia Marconi  rushed down to chase them off.

 

In the ninth minute, Prophet struck like a viper, locking in The Crucifix Clutch! Albano struggled, trying to break free, but the hold was too tight. With nowhere to go, he had no choice but to tap out!

 

Mike "The Voice" Johnson: "The Wicked Prophet gets the victory! That Crucifix Clutch is absolutely lethal!"

 

Johnny "The Hammer" Harris: "Lou Albano III gave it his all, but Prophet had the final word tonight. You gotta believe that Lou will be looking for revenge against those dastardly New Sicilians!"

 

Match #5:  Heritage Tag Team Title Match:  The Fangs of Despair w/ Count Vlad vs Thunder & Lightning

 

                               

Dr. Red Fang                         Nightfang

VS

                 
  

Ethan ‘Lightning’ Hayes          Rafa ‘Thunder’ Sandoval

 

Thunder and Lightning come out first to a loud pop from the crowd.  As soon as they got into the ring, the loudspeakers blare out “VAMPIRE LUNGES FOR EVERYBODY” and out comes Dr. Red Fang, who is sporting a new look, Nightfang and their manager Count Vlad.  The Dark Dominion head to the ring while the champs wear their titles slung over their shoulders.  The Champions immediately attack the challengers and this one kicks off.

 

Mike "the Voice" Johnson: "The bell rings, and we are underway! 'Lightning' Ethan Hayes and Rafael 'Rafa' Castillo wasting no time against Dr. Red Fang and Nightfang!"

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "What a dynamic start to this one!"

 

The match begins at a frenetic pace, with Ethan Hayes using his lightning-fast agility to keep Nightfang on the defensive. Hayes manages to dodge a massive clothesline from Nightfang and counters with a dropkick that sends the larger man reeling. The crowd roars as 'Rafa' Castillo tags in, using his aerial skills to keep the pressure on Nightfang, landing a springboard dropkick that sends him stumbling into the corner.

 

Count Vlad (from ringside): "Fools. You cannot outpace the darkness. The Fangs will soon consume them."

 

Nightfang struggles to regroup, but Dr. Red Fang steps in, showing his viciousness with a brutal Vampire Lunge, knocking Castillo to the mat. The Fangs of Despair dominate for a while, using their strength and ruthless tactics to isolate 'Rafa' Castillo from his partner. Red Fang traps Castillo in the corner and starts landing hard strikes, softening him up for the bigger moves to come.

 

Mike "the Voice" Johnson: "What a vicious combination by the Fangs!"

 

With the crowd on their feet, Ethan Hayes finally gets the tag. He explodes into the ring, unleashing a flurry of strikes on Dr. Red Fang, knocking him back. A hard elbow to the face followed by a bulldog takes the big man down, and Hayes seems to have regained control for his team.

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "Hayes is on fire now!"

 

But before Hayes can capitalize, Nightfang tags back in, delivering a huge spinebuster to Hayes. The Fangs quickly work together to isolate him, cutting off the ring and preventing him from reaching 'Rafa' Castillo. The match slows as the Fangs methodically punish Hayes, using calculated double-team tactics to wear him down.

 

Count Vlad: "The light cannot escape the shadows. Nightfang will break him."

 

As the match reaches its peak, ‘Rafa’ Castillo fights to stay in the game, desperately trying to find an opening. Finally, he sees it—Hayes manages to escape a hold from Nightfang and tag in 'Rafa' just in time. The crowd goes wild as Castillo rushes in, taking down Dr. Red Fang with a spinning wheel kick and following it up with a superkick to Nightfang. The momentum shifts, and it looks like Hayes and Castillo might just pull off the upset!  But Dr. Red Fang, in a final act of desperation, hits a devastating Vampire Lunge on ‘Rafa’. The impact leaves him stunned, and with no one to stop him, Nightfang covers for the pin however the bell rings bringing this one to a draw finish.

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "And that’s it! The Fangs of Despair survive by the skin of their teeth.”

 

Count Vlad (with a sinister grin): “It was never in doubt. Retaining the titles is still a victory and The Fangs have claimed this victory.”

 

The match ends with Dr. Red Fang and Nightfang standing tall, as Count Vlad watches with cold satisfaction, knowing the darkness has claimed another victory.

 

It’s time for the main event. 

 

Match #6:  Main Event:  Black Mass vs OP Cunningham

 

                                                     


Otis Peabody Cunningham makes his way out first and he gets a solid pop from the crowd.  He high fives with the fans and then climbs into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle to a pop from the audience.  He continues the excitement until the music changes and Black Mass makes his way out.  In past matches, Black Mass was getting some serious heat from the crowd but they seem to have softened/appreciated/feared him a little more over this time.  He walks to the ring and climbs in over the top rope.  He leans over the top rope and glares out at the crowd and the fans are mixed in their reaction.  The camera pans the audience and finds the mystery woman now a few rows back from the front.  She is holding a new sign. 

  

                  

The bell rings and this one begins.

The bell rang, and Black Mass wasted no time, trapping OP Cunningham in a bone-crushing bearhug, squeezing the air from his lungs. OP gritted his teeth, refusing to submit, but the damage was done. Black Mass smirked, knowing he had control. He followed up with the devastating Bloody Massacre, slamming OP to the mat with authority.

 

Mike "the Voice" Johnson: "Black Mass is mauling OP like a predator playing with its prey!"

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "OP needs to find an opening fast, or this is going to be a massacre!"

 

OP tried to shake off the pain and fired back with a Running Big Splash, finally staggering Black Mass. But the reprieve was short-lived—Black Mass came roaring back, leveling OP with a monstrous Critical Mass that left him gasping on the canvas. Black Mass went for a cover, but OP somehow kicked out before the three-count!  Black Mass kept the pressure on, crushing OP with Mass Destruction, followed by a sharp DDT that spiked OP’s head into the mat. Another cover—1…2… NO! OP kicked out again!

 

Mike "the Voice" Johnson: "I don’t believe it! OP is still in this!"

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "The man is tougher than a two-dollar steak, but how much more can he withstand?!"

 

Black Mass looked irritated, dragging OP to his feet and setting up for another big move, but OP dug deep, countering with a Clothesline that nearly took Black Mass’ head off! The crowd erupted as OP hoisted his opponent onto his shoulders and delivered a Falling Power Slam, shaking the ring with impact!

 

Mike "the Voice" Johnson: "Here comes OP! He’s got new life!"

 

But Black Mass wasn’t going to stay down for long. Both men exchanged blows, neither willing to back down. OP connected with another Electric Chair Facebuster, but Black Mass retaliated with yet another

Mass Destruction, leaving both men sprawled out on the mat.

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "They’re throwing everything at each other!"

 

Exhausted but determined, Black Mass delivered a Masster Baiter, sending OP crashing back to the mat. Still, OP fought on, answering with another Falling Power Slam that got him a close two-count. But Black Mass had the last word—he absorbed the punishment, caught OP with a final Smash to Face, and went for the pin.

 

1…2…3!

 

Mike "the Voice" Johnson: "That’s it! Black Mass puts OP Cunningham away after an absolute war!"

 

Johnny "the Hammer" Harris: "OP gave it everything he had, but Black Mass just had too much in the tank!"

 

Winner: Black Mass via pinfall after Smash to Face.

 

Black Mass stands tall and the boos seem to lessen ever so slightly in favor of cheers.  Black Mass flexes in the ring as the show comes to an end.

 

We will be back tomorrow for our next show so stay tuned.