The arena was still buzzing from the wild brawl between Tracey Prince and Maya Hart. The crowd hadn't calmed down yet, with chants still ringing out throughout the building.
At the commentary desk, Dylan Shaw and Noah Briggs were working hard to keep that energy alive, their voices filled with excitement as they recapped the chaos that just unfolded.
Dylan: "Folks, if you're just tuning in, you missed absolute mayhem! Maya Hart just charged into the ring and got into an all-out fistfight with Women's Champion Tracey Prince!"
Noah: "The officials could barely keep them apart! You can feel it, Dylan—this isn't over. Not by a long shot!"
Dylan: "And that's not all, Noah. The women's division has been put on high alert. Evelyn Sharma showed she can hang with the champion, and Maya's made her intentions crystal clear… this is the most alive this division has felt in years!"
The camera swept across the still-excited crowd before cutting back to the ring.
Dylan: "But folks, we're not finished yet! Up next, we've got tag team action as Harborview's own The Steel Titans take on the flashy duo known as The Flashpoint Brothers!"
The Steel Titans—a duo of tough fighters named Brock Steele and Hunter Locke—made their entrance first, greeted by a wave of cheers as they high-fived fans along the way. Their gritty, blue-collar vibe had won them a loyal following among IRW's dedicated crowd.
Just moments later, The Flashpoint Brothers burst onto the scene, decked out in bright neon outfits and flashing confident smiles, spinning and posing for the cameras. Their over-the-top charisma drew a mix of cheers and boos—polarizing, but undeniably entertaining.
Luke Cross leaned in closer, nudging Tony. "These guys are a blast. I've seen the Titans before, but the Flashpoint guys? This is my first time catching them live."
Tony chuckled. "Flashpoint's all about the show, but the Titans hit like freight trains. This is going to be a good one."
As the bell rang, the match kicked off with a bang. Brock and Hunter's hard-hitting, power-driven style clashed beautifully with the Flashpoint Brothers' speed and finesse. The crowd erupted with every big moment: a thunderous spinebuster from Brock, a lightning-fast springboard dropkick from Flashpoint's younger brother, Jett, and a wild brawl outside the ring that had fans on their feet.
Dylan exclaimed, "Both teams are giving it their all! This is what tag team wrestling is all about!"
Noah added, "These guys are out to prove they're the best! And you know what, Dylan? After tonight, they might just have to settle this rivalry more than once!"
The final moments sent the crowd into a frenzy. Jett attempted a daring moonsault off the top rope—only for Hunter to catch him mid-air with a devastating powerslam. Brock tagged in, executed their signature double-team move—a massive assisted powerbomb—and secured the pin.
Dylan shouted, "Steel Titans take the victory!"
Noah responded, "What a battle! These two are as tough as they come!"
The Titans were on cloud nine, basking in the cheers from the crowd. Brock took hold of a microphone, striding back and forth as the audience settled down.
Brock Steele: "You witnessed it tonight! You've seen it for weeks! We are the best damn tag team in IRW, no question about it!"
The crowd erupted with even louder cheers, rallying behind their local heroes.
Hunter Locke: "There's not a single duo in this locker room that can go toe-to-toe with the Steel Titans! We own this division!"
His words reverberated throughout the arena—until suddenly, another theme song blared.
In walked The Apex Predators, a fierce, no-nonsense team made up of Marcus Vane and Cal Bishop, notorious for their hard-hitting style and ruthless attitude. The crowd instinctively booed, but the Predators were unfazed.
Marcus grabbed a mic, a smirk on his face as he and Cal approached the ring.
Marcus Vane: "You two think you're the best? That's adorable. Really adorable. But let's set the record straight—while you're out here playing to the crowd, we're back there breaking bones and stacking up victories!"
Cal stepped up, his eyes locked on the Titans.
Cal Bishop: "You took down Flashpoint tonight, big whoop. You think that makes you the best? Nah. That just means you got lucky. If you want to call yourselves the top tag team, prove it—against us!"
The crowd was buzzing with excitement, chants of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" starting to swell.
Brock shot back, gripping the mic with determination.
Brock Steele: "You want a shot at us? Bring it on. Any time, any place, Predators. But don't forget who's standing tall right now!"
The two teams moved closer, face-to-face, the energy in the arena crackling.
Then, from the crowd's blind side, chaos struck.
The Flashpoint Brothers, still seething from their earlier defeat, catapulted themselves into the ring—Jett soaring off the top rope with a flying crossbody that took out both teams in one fell swoop! The audience erupted in a mix of shock and cheers.
Dylan shouted, "Flashpoint just wiped them out!"
Noah exclaimed, "This is breaking down fast!"
Bodies crashed onto the mat as fists flew, with all three teams diving into an all-out brawl. The fans were on their feet, roaring as punches landed and chaos reigned supreme.
Luke jumped up, trying to be heard over the deafening noise. "Oh my God! They're all fighting!"
Tony grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth. "This is insane!"
Backstage, Vince leaned in toward Lance. "Now this is the energy we need."
But as the brawl escalated, Lance grabbed a mic and stormed onto the stage, his voice booming through the arena.
Lance Dawson: "Alright, alright, ENOUGH!"
The wrestlers paused for a moment, glaring at each other as Lance made his way down to the ring.
Lance: "You all want to prove who the best tag team is? You want to tear each other apart? Fine!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, sensing the excitement building.
Lance: "At next week's show, all three of you—Steel Titans, Apex Predators, Flashpoint Brothers—you're stepping into this ring for a Triple Threat Tag Team Match!"
The crowd erupted, their deafening chants reverberating through the arena.
Lance: "And to top it all off? The winners will strut out as the brand-new IRW Tag Team Champions!"
It felt like the roof might just lift off the building.
Luke clutched Tony's shoulder, shouting to be heard over the excitement. "New tag belts? Man, this is wild!"
Tony couldn't stop grinning. "Three teams going all out for shiny new titles? I'm all in!"
Meanwhile, in the ring, the teams were locked in a fierce stare-down—anger, pride, and ambition lighting up their faces. Security rushed in to separate them as Lance made his exit, looking pleased.
Dylan: "You heard it right, folks! A triple threat tag team match next week to determine the first-ever IRW Tag Team Champions!"
Noah: "Steel Titans, Apex Predators, Flashpoint Brothers—it's going to be absolute mayhem!"
The segment wrapped up with the three teams shouting over one another, tensions flaring as the fans chanted "NEXT WEEK! NEXT WEEK!"