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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2025 1:46 pm
10th March 2025 - 23rd March 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2025 2:24 pm
The show returned from a brief intermission of advertisements, the energy inside the arena still electric from the action earlier in the night. With an Elimination Chamber match looming and the highly anticipated rematch between Nuke Fusion and Drako Damone II still ahead, the anticipation among the fans was palpable.
Suddenly, the atmosphere inside the arena shifted. The lights dimmed, and a breathy, haunting intro filled the speakers—a sound the audience recognized instantly.
"Left Alone" by Zero 9:36.
A wave of white LED lights pulsed across the stage and through the crowd, flickering in time with the song’s slow, steady build. The arena buzzed with excitement, fans rising to their feet in unison as the rhythm intensified. Gradually, the lighting shifted, pulsating with neon hues—blues, purples, reds—until the chorus surged like a tidal wave.
Then—BOOM! A final burst of light ignited the stage as Trent, "The Initiator," emerged from the entranceway.
The returning superstar stood tall at the top of the ramp, his silhouette momentarily framed by the dazzling display. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, a reaction well-earned after his impressive Royal Rumble performance. Trent scanned the sea of fans, his expression unreadable for a moment—taking it all in. Then, with a sharp nod, he started his descent toward the ring.
With each purposeful stride, he extended his hand to fans reaching out from behind the barricade, exchanging high-fives with those closest to the ramp. Some chanted his name, others simply screamed in excitement, but all were locked into the moment.
The ring announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.
"Please help me welcome at this time, from St. Paul, Minnesota! Weighing in tonight at 249 pounds... He is ‘The Initiator’... TRENT!"
The volume inside the arena swelled as Trent approached ringside, his momentum unwavering. He took a sharp turn toward the steel steps, climbed them deliberately, then walked along the apron before slipping through the ropes. With a fluid motion, he moved to the center of the ring, his arms shooting skyward as he soaked in the adoration of the crowd.
For a few precious moments, time seemed to stand still. His absence had been felt, and the energy pouring from the audience proved it. Trent, ever the veteran, fed off the reaction, his eyes scanning the thousands in attendance before slowly lowering his arms.
Then, his music faded.
All eyes were on him, but everyone knew he wasn’t the only one set to make an impact tonight. The mystery now hung in the air like static—who would be stepping up to stand beside him?
Rumors had been swirling all night. Apex? Possible, but most of the former members were already booked. Avari? A strong contender, especially after the cryptic promo earlier in the night.
The suspense deepened. The crowd buzzed with speculation.
And then…
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2025 2:36 pm
"You'll never get free, lambs to the slaughter..."
The opening lines of "Blood//Water" by Grandson echoed through the arena, the pounding bassline reverberating through the air. The energy inside the building shifted instantly—uncertainty flickering across the faces in the crowd for only a brief moment before realization set in.
It all made sense now.
Ever since Ares returned, he had been watching, lurking in the background, biding his time. And now, with Trent standing inside the ring, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. The former tag team champions were back together. The fans exploded with cheers, fully aware of the magnitude of the moment.
The ring announcer’s voice cut through the chaos:
"Introducing at this time... from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 205 pounds… ARES ALEXANDER!"
Ares emerged from behind the curtain, stepping onto the stage with a wide grin, his gaze locked on the ring. There was no hesitation in his movements—this was a moment long in the making. He lifted his arm and pointed directly at Trent, a knowing smirk on his face. The past, the separations, the long road back—it had all led to this.
The crowd roared, fully behind the reunion. Ares drank it in for a brief second, exhaling deeply before setting his focus back on the squared circle. While Trent had spent two years aligned with Apex, followed by a year-long absence, Ares had also vanished for an extended period. Now, at long last, the stars had aligned, and the two warriors stood ready to take on whatever challenge awaited them.
Unlike Trent, Ares didn’t interact much with the fans on his way down the ramp, though he acknowledged the deafening energy in the building. He was locked in, laser-focused, but the flicker of excitement in his eyes was unmistakable.
As he reached ringside, he suddenly pivoted, breaking into a quick stride up the steel steps. With a swift motion, he moved along the apron, gripped the top rope, and slipped through the middle ropes with effortless precision.
Without hesitation, he walked straight to Trent. The two locked eyes for a split second—an unspoken message passing between them—before they dapped up, sealing the reunion. Ares then moved toward the far side of the ring, opposite the entrance ramp, leaning against the ropes.
The message was clear.
The boys were back in town—but this wasn’t just a nostalgia act. This was an open challenge.
The fans buzzed with anticipation. Who would have the guts to answer? And more importantly… could they even survive?
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2025 3:27 pm
The lights go out in the arena. Sounds of warfare echo through the stadium. Cannonfire, horses, the clashing of steel. Then the sounds go silent. Then For The Glory by All Good Things kicks in as the words appear on the titantron screen. exitium ad malumBetter back down, you're in my domain
Got the whole crowd screaming out our name
It's a blowout, it's a hurricane
It's over before you know it
Why you shaking, we're a dynasty
In the making, we're the royalty
Now we're breaking down the enemy
Move over for the soldiersThe spotlight shines down on The Crusade. Equinox was taking a knee in front of Boom who carried a banner bearing the white and red cross. Equinox stood up as the two made their way down the ramp. making their way to the ring. The team of Equinox and the man called Boom... The Crusade!Boom planted the banner in its stand by the ring as Equinox walked up the steps. He climbed on top of the turnbuckle, staring out at the crowd. He hopped down into the ring as Boom slid in under the ropes. They went to opposite corners, Equinox making a cross with his arms as Boom beat his chest. They stepped down as they headed to their corner. We're gonna stand on top with our hands in the sky
Gonna raise our cup to the stadium lights
For the glory (for the glory)
For the glory (for the glory)
We celebrate with the city tonight
Hear the hometown cheer, it's the ultimate high
For the glory (for the glory)
We do it for the glory (for the glory)
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 3:01 pm
The challenge was issued and the Crusade had answered. Trent and Ares would make their way to their respective corner as Ares Alexander looked to want to start the match off here tonight.
Big fight feel despite the original circumstances this match had started as. Will it keep this atmosphere? Time will tell as the Crusades have to decide who starts.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2025 11:51 pm
The partners nodded to each other, equinox starting the match as he bounced on his feet
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2025 12:34 pm
Both competitors got inside the ring and the crowd is ready. The bell would toll three times and out the gate Ares would begin to circle the ring. Eyeing up Equinox.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2025 3:25 pm
Equinox paced the ring, making the first move as he stepped in with a kick aimed at Ares leg
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 12:08 pm
Equinox would send an out stretched kick that barely knicked the side of the shin. Ares stepped back quickly. Grazing his hand along where the kick connected as he reevaluated his approach. Beginning to circle once more.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 12:30 pm
Equinox was focused, looking to target the leg of the bigger man as he aimed a kick for his outer thigh
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 3:48 pm
Now going for the inside. Ares ate a bit of the kick but looked to throw out a jab as Equinox retracted his leg back to him. This match slowly turning into an mma brawl.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 3:56 pm
Equinox stumbled as he was caught with the jab. He paused opening his arms before pointing to his head.
".... come on!!! Hit me again! Hit me in the face! Do it! In the face!" He shouted.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2025 1:52 pm
Equinox began to make demands and with no hesitation, the rough around the edges Chicagomite would throw a quick hook aimed at the jaw.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2025 2:43 pm
The trap was set, and it was sprung. Since his days as the wild card he hadn't used this trick. Equinox rilled with the hook, spinning his body for a spinning heel kick
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2025 1:04 pm
Ares connected but soon would be struck across the side of the head with a spinning heel kick.
Sending the smaller man next to the ropes.
Trent would begin to hold his hand out and shouting for Ares to come back to.
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