9th June 2025 - 22nd June 2025 One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following match is the Tornado Hardcore Tag Team Match!
In a Tornado tag team match, everyone is legally in the match at all times, no tags are necessary.
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 9:03 am
Booms music blasts on the speakers as the maniac enters from gorilla. With his Brawl sack slung over his shoulder he raises a fist as Pyro blasts on the stage.
The man called Boom heads down the ramp, smacking his mask covered head.
Making his way to the ring from Victorville, California. The hardcore maniac, BOOM!
Boom dropped his sack by the stairs and slid into the ring. He popped up, hitting the ropes with boundless energy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 5:43 pm
“Left Alone” – Zero 9:36 hits the PA system A slow, deliberate drumbeat opens the track as the lights fade to ice blue. A layer of smoke creeps across the stage, and the familiar rhythm kicks in. The crowd rises to their feet—they know this beat, they know this energy.
From the curtain emerges Trent—stoic, but not defeated.
His eyes scan the arena as the pyro hisses around him. The loss to Eryn Reich still fresh in his body, but not his soul. That match—more war than wrestling—was a showing of honor, pain, and mutual respect. But tonight? It’s different.
There’s no redemption story here. Just chaos. And chaos doesn’t wait for you to feel ready.
JR: “Trent made waves when he returned. Tag win. A big singles win against White Tiger. And then—bam—ran into a wall named Eryn Reich. But what does the veteran do? Takes it on the chin, shows up at Hardcore Heaven ready for more.”
King: “And now he’s teaming up with Boom! Two men who are familiar with each other, but this is their first time teaming up. And look who they’re facing—two women who could make Lucifer himself sweat!”
Trent makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans. Not all smiles this time. Focused. Measured. Ready to make a statement—even if it’s in blood.
Catching the eyes of Boom he was already inside the ring, he would give a quick nod before continuing to make his way to ringside. Rounding the corner, up the stairs and on to the apron. Walking along the apron before sliding between the top and middle rope to get into the ring.
JR: “This match is about more than momentum, King. It’s about composure. Because Trent and Boom? They’re walking into the devil’s garden tonight.”
King: “That’s right, JR. On the other side of that curtain is Bloody Eliza—former Eliza. Had a total meltdown, crimson mask and all. She’s seeing red, all the time now. And her partner? Iron Oni. Another Eliza—at least we think—who’s gone through psychotic breaks and... other versions of herself?! I don’t even know what’s real anymore!”
JR: “One team bonded by violence. The other by duty. And I guarantee you one thing, folks—nobody’s walking out of this one the same.”
As Trent and Boom await their opponents, the tension builds. Because across that stage, madness is about to walk down the ramp in stereo.
And the only thing more dangerous than chaos— is chemistry between killers.
Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 11:01 am
((Entrance reserve))
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 2:30 pm
The darkening arena shadows stage entrance, black mega screen above, it's only illumination. A bare figure emerges at the rhythmic grunts, begins the entrance, sounding throughout.
Listen up, now I'm a leader You don't wanna dare bite the hand that feeds ya I ain't never been scared of the wrath of my demons I'm a monster and I'll have you bitches screaming
Distant screams send a second figure out to emerge. The demoness, Iron Oni, her larger frame, pausing beside the first darker skinned woman, in pose. Iron Oni stood without acknowledgement of the eyes upon her, nor the taller woman she stood beside, facing ahead at her opponents.
Hands off, I am designer Built from the ground and my house it gets higher Open up the door, everything I desire Back down now I'm here to take what's mine, yeah One, two, three, four, trouble's knocking at your door Five, six, seven, eight, hold up, let me demonstrate I'm wired, I'm hot Once started, can't stop I come out on top I'm the predator I'm the predator I'm the predator, I'm the–, I'm the predator I'm the predator I'm the predator, I'm the–, I'm the predator
Dropping pose, she begins her descent. The taller and toned, unknown woman takes crouch. Her smile devious. Mask of Iron Oni faces Bloody Eliza, for a moment, then dominantly steps forward, circling the ring, dragging her entrance on. Ensuring the presence of Iron Oni is felt. Her presence.
I come fresh with an army Heard you got the gasoline, pour a little on me I spit fire, I ain't never been sorry Belly of the beast, this is my damn story I always win hands down Heavy is the head that wears the crown Handed on a plate but I love the chase RIP to the one that gets brave One, two, three, four, trouble's knocking at your door Five, six, seven, eight, hold up, let me demonstrate I'm wired, I'm hot Once started, can't stop I come out on top I'm the predator I'm the predator I'm the predator, I'm the–, I'm the predator I'm the predator I'm the predator, I'm the–, I'm the predator I'm the predator
Approaching partner in full circle, Iron Oni slowly and firmly takes each step up the steel stairs methodically, soundly, as her entrance fades...
I'm the predator I'm the predator, I'm the–, I'm the predator I'm the predator I'm the predator, I'm the–, I'm the predator
Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 2:34 pm
It seems like everyone was right where they were supposed to be. This match was just like every match tonight so far, some form of no disqualification. And this one was no different. Knowing that his two opponents had a new edge to them, it was definitely not going to be the easiest of matches he has had, but in order to get back on track to where he wanted to be, Trent needed to pull through. Sharing a glance with Boom, he would nod and wait for the official to start the match.
