The lights inside the Tokyo Dome dimmed to near darkness, save for a few flickering strobes that cut through the haze. The tension was suffocating, the audience murmuring with a mix of excitement and dread. The sound of Miyu Kojima’s voice pierced through the uneasy atmosphere.
Miyu Kojima: The following contest is a Texas Tornado Death Match Elimination!
Her voice rang out, every syllable echoing off the cold steel of the looming Hell in a Cell, a massive structure draped in shadows, with its razor-sharp barbed wire gleaming under the lights. The very sight of it made the crowd murmur in awe and anticipation. This wasn't just any match—this was a battleground.
Miyu Kojima: Introducing first... from Pyongyang, North Korea... The Emperor’s Avengers!
Suddenly, the arena filled with a haunting anthem: "Cantata to Comrade Kim Jong Il." The chilling tones washed over the crowd, their boos growing louder as the massive doors parted and The Emperor’s Avengers emerged. At the front was Tae-Hyun Lim, his cold, dead stare locking onto the Cell like a man possessed. The self-proclaimed Pyongyang Powerhouse marched with purpose, followed by the deadly calm Eun-Young Han, whose eyes glinted with cruel anticipation. Behind them, Hyun-Sik Hwang and Dong-Hyun Moon lumbered forward like an unrelenting storm—Moon’s every step slightly shaky after the earlier headshot from Takuma Sato.
Chris Rodgers: Look at these killers... they’re not just walking to the ring—they’re marching to war!
Scott Slade: And Chris we know first hand what these people are capable of.
Chris Rodgers: Please Scott, I’ve tried to do the healthy thing and block out all memories from the Death Sport Tournament Emperor Kim put us through.
Scott Slade: You don’t have to tell me buddy. I’m still in therapy because of it.
The audience roared, their boos mixing with the unsettling hum of the anthem. As the Avengers approached the Hell in a Cell, the steel structure seemed to loom larger, a cage for the fury they were about to unleash.
Holly Hudson: They’ve been waiting for this moment, Chris. After everything that’s happened... the history between them and Sato, Valora, and Dresden... this match is more than just about victory—it’s about revenge. Blood will be spilled tonight.
The Avengers entered the Cell one by one, eyes narrowed, fists clenched. They didn’t glance at the fans; their focus was singular, and it was clear—they wanted to destroy the other team, limb by limb.
Then, the lights dimmed again.
Miyu Kojima: And their opponents…
The haunting silence broke as the opening riffs of “Guerrilla Radio” by Rage Against the Machine erupted through the arena.
Miyu Kojima: First, from Detroit, Michigan... Takuma Sato!
Sato stepped onto the stage, every muscle tense, his fists wrapped tight as he stared down the Cell like a warrior ready for battle. His focus was absolute—tonight wasn’t just about survival. He had a vendetta, and the North Koreans were his target.
Miyu Kojima: And his partners... Valora Salinas!
The crowd roared as Valora emerged next, the legendary Angel of Death walking with purpose. Her eyes, though calm, hid the storm of brutality she was prepared to unleash. Behind her, Lightning Man and Abbigail Dresden followed, each carrying a fierce look of determination. The crowd's cheers hit a fever pitch.
Holly Hudson: Sato, Dresden, Valora—all survivors of North Korea’s Death Sport Tournament, and Sato responsible for the Emperor’s death. It’s no wonder the hatred between them and the Emperor’s Avengers is so deeply rooted.
Scott Slade: They blame them, but never examine the fact that the whole reason everything went down the way it did was the Emperor’s fault.
As the second team neared the cell door, the tension snapped. Lim, pacing inside, stormed toward the opening, rage in his eyes. Without warning, he lunged at Sato, fists swinging, and the brawl erupted like a powder keg. Takuma Sato ducked Lim's wild strike and answered with a blistering kick to Lim's ribs, the force reverberating through the arena. The second it landed, all hell broke loose. Eun-Young Han charged at Abbigail Dresden, taking her down in a vicious tackle, their bodies colliding with brutal force.
Chris Rodgers: Here we go, Holly! These teams aren’t waiting for the bell! This is an all-out fight!
Hyun-Sik Hwang bulldozed Lightning Man into the steel barricade, his sumo-trained strength on full display. Meanwhile, Moon, dazed from his earlier head injury, threw wild punches at Valora, but she deftly dodged and countered with a knee strike to his midsection.
Holly Hudson: It’s total chaos outside the Cell! The referees are trying to separate them, but there’s no stopping these competitors!
Officials and security rushed to restore order, but it was useless. Lim and Sato exchanged brutal blows, the crowd roaring with every strike. Valora slammed Moon’s head into the side of the cell, the dull clang of steel against flesh sending shivers down the spine of every spectator.
Chris Rodgers: Look at Valora, going straight for Moon!
Finally, referees managed to herd both teams into the Cell, though the animosity burned bright in their eyes. The door slammed shut, locking them inside the monstrous structure. The cell door was secured, leaving both teams trapped in this house of carnage, where only one team would walk out victorious.The crowd roared in anticipation as the bell rang, but the violence had already begun. The question was no longer when the violence would start—it was how much pain could each person endure before they were broken.
Abbigail Dresden, the least experienced of her team, tried to push herself up from the initial chaos, but Eun-Young Han had her in her sights. With the precision of a viper, Han darted in, catching Abbigail with a brutal running knee to the face. The sickening impact echoed through the arena, and Abbigail crumpled back to the mat, her hands clutching her face.
Holly Hudson: Han just tore into Dresden! She’s not holding back at all!
Chris Rodgers: You expect mercy in a death match? Han’s here to send a message—and Dresden’s the perfect target!
Across the ring, Valora Salinas was locked in a vicious exchange with Dong-Hyun Moon. She parried a thunderous punch, ducking beneath his wild haymaker and countering with a vicious roundhouse kick that snapped his head to the side. Moon staggered, blood already oozing from a cut above his eye, but Valora didn’t relent. She grabbed his arm and hurled him toward the barbed wire ropes. Moon’s momentum carried him straight into the deadly wires. His body convulsed as the jagged barbs ripped into his flesh, tearing open fresh wounds.
The crowd gasped as Moon roared in pain, jerking away from the ropes, his back now a shredded, bloody mess.
Holly Hudson: Oh my God! Moon is a bloody wreck after hitting that barbed wire!
Chris Rodgers: This is what Hell in a Cell is all about, Hudson! No escape, no mercy—just brutality!
But Valora's focus shifted when she caught sight of Abbigail struggling beneath Han's relentless assault. The protective instinct kicked in, and with a burst of speed, she sprinted across the ring. Han barely had time to register Valora's approach before she was ripped off of Abbigail by a furious Valora, who sent a knee into Han’s midsection, folding her in half.
Valora Salinas: Get your hands off her!
The crowd roared as Valora dragged Han to her feet and flung her toward the barbed wire ropes. Han's back slammed into the jagged wire, her scream piercing the air. She thrashed violently, trying to disentangle herself as blood seeped through her wrestling gear.
Holly Hudson: Valora is fighting like a woman possessed! She’ll tear through anyone who gets close to Abbigail!
Chris Rodgers: That woman is ruthless. She’s been in this sort of spot before. She wants the North Koreans bleeding as fast as possible so fatigue sets in early. I might hate her guts, but she has proven to me over the years that she’s one of the most tactical and vicious wrestlers in history.
Scott Slade: Wow Chris, that almost sounded like a complement.
Meanwhile, Tae-Hyun Lim and Takuma Sato were locked in a punishing struggle of their own. Lim’s massive fists pummeled into Sato’s ribs with relentless force, each blow like a hammer driving the breath out of him. Sato doubled over, gasping for air, but his martial arts instincts kicked in. He pivoted on his heel and delivered a sharp elbow to Lim’s jaw, followed by a spinning back kick that sent the North Korean powerhouse stumbling backward. Sato, knowing the brutal history he shared with Lim, wasted no time capitalizing. He charged forward, but Lim, with a sudden burst of power, scooped him up and slammed him to the mat with a thunderous chokeslam that shook the ring.
Chris Rodgers: Lim is going to make Sato suffer! This match is personal—Lim blames Sato for the death of his father!
Scott Slade: Well we were there and he did punch Jeremaih’s cybernetic eye out of his skull and into the Emperor's balcony. So he’s right, but you are not going to find any sympathy from us. We were put through hell when they took us hostages because of a deranged asshole. I’m happy his ass got vaporized!
Chris Rodgers: You’re right Slade. That bastard dictator deserved to die!
Lim, the embodiment of raw power, lifted Sato like he was weightless, dragging him toward the barbed wire ropes. The crowd held its breath, knowing what was coming next. Sato thrashed, trying to break free, but Lim was relentless. He pushed Sato’s face closer and closer to the barbed wire, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.
Holly Hudson: No, no, no! Don’t do it, Lim!
Just as Lim was about to force Sato into the barbs, Lightning Man sprang into action. Leaping off the top turnbuckle with astounding speed, he delivered a perfectly timed Pele kick to Lim's skull. The blow knocked Lim off balance, sending Sato rolling away to safety.
Chris Rodgers: Lightning Man to the rescue! He saved Sato from a grisly fate!
Lightning Man didn’t stop there. He hit the ropes and came flying back at Lim, delivering a rapid series of strikes that had the powerhouse reeling. The crowd buzzed with energy as the quick-footed hero kept the pressure on, showcasing his agility and high-flying skill.
Across the ring, Hyun-Sik Hwang had locked his eyes on the vulnerable Abbigail. Seeing her still struggling to recover, Hwang moved in for the kill. He scooped her up with ease and slammed her down with a bone-crushing powerslam, the impact shaking the entire ring.
Holly Hudson: Abbigail’s taking a beating in there! She’s the smallest competitor, and they’re targeting her!
Valora, seeing Abbigail writhing on the mat in pain, snapped. Her protective rage boiled over, and she launched herself at Hwang with the fury of a mother lion defending her cub. She nailed Hwang with a spinning corkscrew 630 senton, slamming into him with devastating precision. Both wrestlers crashed to the mat, but Valora was on her feet in an instant, fists clenched and ready to fight anyone who dared come near Abbigail again.
Holly Hudson: Valora is on fire! She’s protecting Abbigail with everything she’s got!
Scott Slade: That’s the hardcore icon right there! Undoubtedly one the greatest to ever lace them up!
Valora’s protective rage seemed to know no limits as she stood over Abbigail, daring anyone to come near. Blood dripped from the barbed wire ropes, and the steel of the cell reflected the brutality taking place inside its confines. Valora’s breathing was ragged, her eyes darting to each opponent as if calculating who would make the next move.
Across the ring, Lim began to recover from Lightning Man's swift offense, his jaw clenched in fury. He wiped blood from his mouth, glaring at Lightning Man as if the kick had ignited a deeper rage within him. With a guttural roar, Lim charged at Lightning Man, who attempted to dodge, but Lim’s power was overwhelming. He caught Lightning Man mid-motion and hurled him into the steel steps outside the ring with a sickening crash.
Scott Slade: Good God, Lim just sent Lightning Man flying like a rag doll!
Chris Rodgers: Lim is done playing games, Slade! He's going to dismantle everyone in his path until Sato is the only one left!
Meanwhile, Valora was locked in a fierce exchange with Hwang, their bodies colliding with brutal force. Valora, fueled by adrenaline, delivered a sharp series of kicks to Hwang's ribs, but the "Iron Colossus" stood his ground, absorbing each blow like a wall of muscle. Hwang's face twisted into a sadistic grin as he caught one of Valora's kicks and yanked her off balance, pulling her into his grasp. Hwang lifted Valora high above his head with terrifying ease, his arms like steel bands. The crowd roared in anticipation, knowing that whatever came next would be devastating. With a sudden, brutal motion, Hwang slammed Valora down into the unforgiving mat with his "DPRK Destroyer" powerbomb. The impact shook the ring, and Valora's body lay motionless for a brief moment.
Holly Hudson: Valora’s in trouble! Hwang is absolutely crushing her in there!
Chris Rodgers: You can see it, Holly—Valora’s bravado is no match for the sheer power of these North Koreans!
Hwang wasn't done. He grabbed Valora by the hair, dragging her toward the barbed wire ropes, a malicious gleam in his eye. But before he could inflict more damage, Takuma Sato came flying in with a running dropkick that sent Hwang staggering into the ropes, his back dangerously close to the barbs. The crowd erupted as Sato quickly moved in, knowing he needed to keep Hwang off-balance.
Takuma, gasping for breath, gave a quick glance at Valora, who was slowly stirring, before refocusing on Hwang. He threw a series of quick strikes, targeting Hwang’s weakened ribs, but the North Korean tank retaliated with a massive headbutt that knocked Sato back.
Scott Slade: It’s turning into a war of attrition in there! Neither side is backing down!
Chris Rodgers: The more this drags on, the more blood will be spilled, and these maniacs are just getting warmed up!
On the other side of the ring, Lim had Lightning Man by the throat, his eyes filled with pure hatred. He lifted Lightning Man up for the "Supreme Leader Slam"—a powerful chokeslam. But just as Lim was about to send him crashing down, Lightning Man twisted mid-air, somehow managing to land on his feet behind Lim. With his incredible agility, Lightning Man sprang off the ropes, delivering a high-flying "Lightning Bolt" Shining Wizard that cracked Lim across the skull.
Chris Rodgers: How is Lightning Man still moving after the punishment he’s taken?! It’s like he’s... well, like he’s made of lightning!
However, Lightning Man’s victory was short-lived. Dong-Hyun Moon, still bloodied and enraged from his earlier encounter with Valora, suddenly rammed into Lightning Man from behind, sending him flying into the barbed wire ropes. The crowd winced as Lightning Man screamed in pain, his costume and skin catching on the sharp barbs. Moon grabbed him by the neck, wrenching him off the barbed wire with a vicious pull, leaving deep cuts across his back and arms. Moon, now fully embracing the chaos of the match, lifted Lightning Man and tossed him into the steel cage like a sack of potatoes. The impact rattled the cell, and Lightning Man crumpled to the floor, barely conscious.
Holly Hudson: This is sickening! Moon’s using the entire cell as a weapon!
Chris Rodgers: This is exactly what the North Koreans wanted—they’re out for blood, and Lightning Man might be the first casualty!
Inside the ring, Valora had finally regained her footing, but the damage from Hwang’s earlier powerbomb was evident. She staggered toward Abbigail, who was still writhing in pain after Eun-Young Han’s relentless assault. Valora crouched next to her, whispering words of encouragement, but the moment of reprieve was brief.
Han, seeing her opportunity, grabbed a steel chair from under the ring and stalked toward Valora. With a vicious swing, she brought the chair crashing down on Valora's back, sending her sprawling on top of Abbigail. The crowd gasped as Han brought the chair down again and again, the sickening sound of steel on flesh echoing through the arena.
Holly Hudson: This is barbaric! Han’s going to break Valora in half!
Chris Rodgers: This is a woman who was trained by Kim Ji-Min and Valora knows first hand how ruthless that woman was. Undoubtedly Han is trying to make her master deep down in hell proud of her tonight and she’s doing a hell of a job out here.
Valora’s body convulsed with pain as Han dropped the chair, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She grabbed Valora by the hair and dragged her to the edge of the ring, pulling her toward the barbed wire ropes. With a sadistic grin, Han threw Valora into the ropes, the barbs digging deep into her exposed skin. Valora screamed in agony as the barbed wire tore at her flesh, leaving trails of blood down her arms and chest.
Holly Hudson: Valora’s caught in the barbed wire! Somebody stop this!
But there was no mercy here. Han moved in to finish the job, but as she reached for Valora, Abbigail Dresden, with what little strength she had left, threw herself at Han’s legs, taking her down in a desperate attempt to protect her mentor.
Holly Hudson: Abbigail’s not done yet! She’s giving everything she has to save Valora!
Chris Rodgers: She’s going to get herself killed!
The match was descending further into madness. Blood now stained the canvas, and every competitor had been torn to shredds, battered, and bruised. But the North Koreans, with their ruthless efficiency and unrelenting brutality, were starting to take control. Lim and Moon, their bodies bloodied but unbroken, were on the outside of the ring, tossing steel chairs, and anything else they could find under the ring into the cell. Their plan was clear—they were going to finish this in the most violent way possible.
Abbigail Dresden, her face already masked in blood, was barely conscious. She had taken a severe beating, and the crowd could see the fight draining out of her. Blood continued to trickle down her forehead from Han’s earlier assault, and her body trembled as she tried to push herself to her knees.
But Eun-Young Han wasn’t finished with her yet.
Like a predator toying with its prey, Han circled Abbigail with cold intent. She reached down, grabbing her by the hair, yanking her off the mat with a viciousness that made the audience gasp. Abbigail’s legs wobbled beneath her as Han dragged her toward the center of the ring.
Chris Rodgers: This is sick! Abbigail's been through enough! Han’s going to end her career right here! Or worse!
Holly Hudson: Someone has to step in! This is crossing a line!
Han took one cold glance toward Valora, who was struggling to her feet after her fight with Hwang. There was no mercy in her eyes. Without hesitation, Han locked Abbigail into a brutal front facelock, wrenching her neck back as she positioned her for something devastating.
Holly Hudson: Don’t do this, Han!
With a sadistic smile, Han delivered her Ji-Min Super Kick with precision, smashing her foot into Abbigail’s jaw with sickening force. The impact was deafening, and the crowd gasped in horror as Abbigail’s body crumpled lifelessly to the mat. Valora, still recovering from her earlier punishment, saw her protégé fall. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing. She pushed herself to her feet, eyes locked on Abbigail’s limp form.
Valora Salinas: Abbigail!
But Han wasn’t done. In an act of unrelenting cruelty, she grabbed Abbigail by the hair once more, dragging her toward the barbed wire ropes. The crowd’s screams grew louder, and Valora’s desperation reached its peak.
Holly Hudson: Oh no… she’s going to…
Chris Rodgers: Don’t do it! This is too much!
With ruthless precision, Han shoved Abbigail’s face into the barbed wire, grinding it into the jagged steel. The barbs tore at her skin, ripping into her forehead, cheeks, and nose, as blood exploded from the fresh wounds. The wire shredded her flesh, turning her face into a bloody mess that was almost unrecognizable. The arena fell into a stunned silence as Abbigail screamed—a scream that was cut short as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Valora’s scream tore through the chaos, her eyes wide with horror. She lunged toward Han, but Hwang intercepted her once again, slamming her into the turnbuckle with his full body weight. Valora’s vision blurred, but the last thing she saw was Abbigail’s lifeless body falling to the mat, blood pooling beneath her.
Chris Rodgers: Valora’s going to lose it… look at her face! This match isn’t just about winning anymore—it’s about survival!
Holly Hudson: She can’t get to Abbigail! And now Han’s moving on, like Abbigail was nothing!
Lightning Man, battered and bloodied, stood dazed on the outside of the ring, his superhero costume torn and tattered. The shredded fabric on his face revealed deep gashes where the barbed wire had sliced through his skin, leaving half his face exposed, blood dripping down his cheek. The image of the once-mighty hero, now beaten and half unmasked, only fueled the crowd’s anxiety.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, the horror was far from over. Tae-Hyun Lim had Sato in his grasp, and the towering North Korean powerhouse wasn’t just aiming to win—he wanted to inflict pain. After slamming Sato to the mat with the Supreme Leader Slam, Lim stood over his fallen rival, grinning with sadistic pleasure. The crowd’s boos rained down, but Lim ignored them, his eyes fixed on his prey. He yanked Sato to his feet by his hair, dragging the dazed and bleeding man toward the barbed wire. Sato, barely conscious, thrashed weakly, but Lim’s grip was like iron. Lim positioned him next to the deadly barbs, the crowd growing louder in fear of what was coming.
Chris Rodgers: Lim is going to grind Sato’s face into that barbed wire!
With terrifying strength, Lim pushed Sato’s face into the barbed wire, grinding it against the jagged steel. The flesh tore away, blood spraying from Sato’s forehead and cheeks as the wire sliced through his skin. Sato let out a muffled cry of agony as Lim twisted his head, dragging it along the length of the barbed wire, leaving long, jagged cuts across his face.
Holly Hudson: Oh my God! Lim is ripping him apart! Someone has to stop this!
Blood poured down Sato’s face, blinding him, his features barely recognizable beneath the crimson mask. His body sagged as Lim finally released him, letting him collapse to the mat, blood pooling beneath him.
Chris Rodgers: Look at the ring—it’s soaked in blood! Sato might be out of this!
The referees outside the cage were in a frenzy, trying to determine if they should stop the match, but inside the Hell in a Cell, there were no rules, and the violence was only escalating.
Holly Hudson: This isn’t wrestling anymore, Chris… this is carnage!
Hwang stalked toward the fallen Abbigail Dresden like a predator closing in on its prey. Blood pooled around her head, her once fierce demeanor now reduced to a motionless, broken body in the middle of the ring. The audience, who moments ago had been cheering wildly, fell into an eerie silence, sensing the impending doom. Valora was locked in a furious exchange with Eun-Young Han, Han ducked a wild punch, and with a swift motion, clotheslined Valora out of the ring, sending her tumbling violently onto the hard, unforgiving floor. Valora crashed against the cell with a sickening thud, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Chris Rodgers: Valora's down! Han just took her out with that clothesline!
Holly Hudson: But inside the ring, Hwang has his sights set on Abbigail, and it doesn’t look good!
In the ring, Hwang seized Abbigail’s limp form and hoisted her up off the canvas, her blood-slick body hanging like a rag doll in his massive arms. The crowd gasped, watching in horror as Hwang prepared to deliver what could only be a career-ending blow. He lifted her effortlessly, positioning her for a spike piledriver—his deadly finishing move that left no mercy, no room for recovery.
Holly Hudson: Somebody stop this!
Chris Rodgers: These four are monsters! They should never have been allowed in Ultimate Wrestling!
Without a moment’s hesitation, Hwang drove Abbigail’s head into the mat, spiking her skull with devastating force. The impact was sickening—a loud, unnatural crack echoed through the arena as her head collided with the canvas. For a brief moment, the world seemed to stop. The crowd collectively inhaled, the breath ripped from their lungs, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Abbigail’s body crumpled like she’d been hit by a freight train, collapsing in a twisted heap, motionless, face down in her own blood. Her neck hung at an odd angle, the brutality of the move all too real.
Holly Hudson (in disbelief): Oh... no... did you hear that?! That was—
Chris Rodgers (shaken): That crack... her neck... Jesus Christ, it’s broken! Get the medical team out here now!
Hwang showed no emotion. He dropped to his knees, lazily hooking Abbigail’s leg for the cover. Referee Bob Sigro rushed over, his face pale, and delivered the fastest three-count of his career.
1… 2… 3.
The bell sounded signifying Dresden’s elimination from the match, but the tone was muted by the overwhelming silence from the crowd. No one was shouting. Every fan in attendance was frozen, wide-eyed, watching Abbigail’s lifeless body in the center of the ring.
Chris Rodgers: Hwang just... ended Abbigail Dresden’s career. Maybe her life. This is beyond wrestling, Holly—this is carnage.
Holly Hudson: We’ve seen extreme matches before, but this… this is different. Abbigail’s not moving. Get help out here!
Chris Rodgers: God Damn it! This feels like Death Sport all over again!
Referee Sigro didn’t waste a second. He bolted upright, wildly gesturing for the medical team, his voice a frantic shout over the stunned silence of the arena.
Bob Sigro (screaming): Get the medics! Now! She’s hurt, she’s seriously hurt!
The Tokyo Dome erupted into action as medical personnel sprinted down the ramp, their faces grim. With stretcher in hand, neck braces ready, they stormed the cell, a swarm of urgency descending upon the broken body of Abbigail Dresden. Meanwhile, Hwang simply stood over her, his expression blank, devoid of any remorse for the destruction he had just caused.
On the far side of the ring, Lightning Man had been trading blows with Dong-Hyun Moon, the two engaged in a back-and-forth brawl. Moon, still dazed from the earlier headshot in his previous match, swung wildly, his balance shaky and his vision blurred. Lightning Man, his costume now torn and shredded from the match’s chaos, managed to leap onto the ring apron. The superhero’s face, partially exposed from the ripped mask, was smeared with blood, but he kept fighting.
Holly Hudson: Lightning Man's mask is torn! Look at his face—it’s a mess, but he’s not giving up!
Lightning Man propelled himself off the ropes, launching a devastating kick straight to Moon’s head. The impact was brutal—Moon’s body buckled, and he collapsed to the floor outside the ring, his body bouncing off the steel grate with a sickening thud.
Chris Rodgers: Lightning Man just knocked Moon out cold!
But the urgency inside the ring overshadowed everything. The cage door was flung open, allowing the medical team to rush inside, but that opening was all Eun-Young Han needed. The moment the door cracked, her battle with Valora spilled out of the cell. Han and Valora crashed through the gap, fists flying, their brawl intensifying as security scrambled to contain them.
Holly Hudson: Han and Valora are fighting outside the Cell now! This is absolute chaos!
But no one could focus on the brawl. All eyes were locked on the motionless body of Abbigail Dresden as the medical team carefully placed her on the stretcher. They worked frantically, securing her neck, every move filled with the weight of the moment.
Valora, bloodied and bruised, caught sight of Abbigail being stretchered out of the ring. Her breath caught in her throat, her fists tightening at the sight of her protégé—her family—being carried out, possibly never to return. Rage flickered across her face, her protective instincts kicking in. She knew this wasn’t just a loss; this was something far worse. Something she couldn’t protect Abbigail from. She let out a scream, tearing herself from Han’s grip and charging after the medical team, her rage palpable.
Holly Hudson: Valora looks like she’s going to lose it! She can’t even focus on the match anymore!
Inside the ring, Tae-Hyun Lim towered over Takuma Sato, the two men locked in a brutal confrontation. Sato’s face was a mess—his once pristine features now a grotesque, bloody puzzle, torn apart by the barbed wire. Lim smirked, savoring every moment of Sato’s suffering. He grabbed Sato by the hair, yanking him up to his feet like a puppet on a string, blood pouring from Sato’s face.
With sadistic glee, Lim dragged Sato’s face across the barbed wire, each jagged barb slicing into his skin like a razor. The crowd erupted in horror as Sato’s blood splattered across the ring, his face shredded by the cruel wire. His screams of pain echoed through the Tokyo Dome, but Lim didn’t stop. He pressed Sato harder into the barbs, tearing deeper into his flesh.
Chris Rodgers: Lim’s tearing Sato’s face apart! This is pure savagery!
But something snapped inside Sato. Through the pain, through the agony, the warrior in him refused to die. With a burst of strength, Sato broke free, unleashing a flurry of rapid, precise martial arts strikes, each blow landing with deadly accuracy. Lim staggered backward, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught. The crowd roared, sensing a shift in momentum.
Holly Hudson: Sato’s fighting back! He’s not going down without a fight!
Sato, bloodied and enraged, hit Lim with a spinning back kick that sent the North Korean powerhouse crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers, rallying behind Sato’s defiance. Even with his face looking like a horror show, Sato stood tall, ready to keep fighting, no matter the cost. But as the chaos swirled around them, the specter of Abbigail’s injury hung heavy over the ring, a reminder that this match wasn’t just about victory—it was about survival.
Sato’s body slumped over Lim after the brutal exchange, hooking the massive North Korean’s leg as the referee dropped to the mat for the count. The audience, breathless and on the edge of their seats, counted along.
One… two…!
Just before the referee’s hand could slam down for the final count, Lim kicked out, throwing Sato off with a violent shove. The force of the kickout sent Sato tumbling onto his back, his chest heaving as he struggled to get back to his feet. Lim, blood pouring from fresh gashes on his arms and back, snarled as he pushed himself up, his eyes burning with hate.
Chris Rodgers: Lim just won’t stay down! He’s like a damn machine!
Scott Slade: He’s a man possessed right now.
Holly Hudson: Sato’s giving everything he’s got, but I’m not sure it’s enough! Lim is a different breed of monster!
Sato, his face a mangled mess of blood and flesh, staggered to his feet, wiping his eyes with his forearm in a futile attempt to clear his vision. Every muscle in his body screamed in agony, but he refused to back down. Lim rose to his full height, his monstrous frame casting a shadow over Sato as he stalked forward.
Meanwhile, the medical team had managed to carry Abbigail Dresden midway up the ramp, her limp body strapped securely as they hurried. Valora was beside them, her gaze fixated on her protégé, a storm of emotions swirling behind her eyes—guilt, fury, and protectiveness. She barely registered the chaos around her, her only focus on getting Abbigail to safety. But just as they neared the top of the ramp, Han stormed in like a predator, her eyes locked on Valora’s exposed back. With a feral snarl, she slammed both fists into Valora’s solar plexus, driving her down with a brutal double axe-handle smash. Valora gasped, stumbling forward, clutching her chest as pain shot through her body.
Chris Rodgers: Han with a savage attack from behind! She’s not letting Valora leave!
Valora barely had time to register the blow before Han grabbed her by the shoulder and whipped her around. The second Valora faced her, Han’s right fist came crashing down, smashing into Valora’s jaw with bone-crunching force. One punch after another, Han’s assault was relentless, driving Valora back down the ramp as blood trickled from her mouth.
Holly Hudson: This is brutal! Han’s not just attacking—she’s punishing Valora!
Scott Slade: The Queen of Hardcore on the back foot! I don’t think we’ve ever seen her in this type of situation before in this type of match. This is her realm, her world, this is where she usually thrives!
Chris Rodgers: Queen of Hardcore my ass! Maybe two years ago she still was. She is 42 years old Scott. No one stays on top forever. Han is almost half her age and probably trained just as well!
Valora stumbled, her legs weakening beneath her. She raised her hands, trying to defend herself, but Han was like a storm, her fists hammering into Valora’s body with cold, calculated precision. Each punch landed with terrifying accuracy, driving Valora closer to the edge of the ramp.
Valora’s legs wobbled as Eun-Young Han continued her brutal assault. Each strike was calculated, precise, and devastating, like a surgeon dissecting her opponent. Han’s fists hammered Valora's midsection, ribs, and face with unrelenting ferocity. Valora tried to raise her hands to defend herself, but Han’s speed and power overwhelmed the Queen of Hardcore.
Holly Hudson: I can’t believe what we’re seeing! Han is completely dismantling Valora—this is a woman who’s built a career on enduring pain, but tonight… Tonight, she’s the one being broken!
Valora staggered near the edge of the ramp, blood dripping from her mouth, her eyes dazed. Han didn’t let up, grabbing Valora by the hair and yanking her upright. She smirked, taking a moment to relish her control over the legendary wrestler. The crowd, once roaring for Valora, was now filled with murmurs of disbelief.
Chris Rodgers: This might be the end for Valora! Han’s about to throw her right off the damn ramp!
Just as Han went for a final punch, Valora, out of sheer instinct, blocked it. The crowd erupted as Valora found a second wind. With a burst of adrenaline, she fired back with a stiff elbow to Han’s face, stunning the younger wrestler for the first time in their exchange. Valora followed up with a rapid series of forearms, each blow rocking Han and forcing her to backpedal down the ramp.
Holly Hudson: Valora’s fighting back! She’s not done yet!
Chris Rodgers: Wow!
But just as it seemed Valora was turning the tide, Han ducked under a wild strike and countered with a brutal uppercut to Valora’s jaw. Valora’s body jerked as the blow landed flush, sending her reeling. Han capitalized immediately, grabbing Valora and whipping her back toward the ring, her body crashing hard against the steel barricade. As Valora lay crumpled near the barricade, Han’s cold, unrelenting eyes were locked on her like a predator eyeing its prey. She marched forward, grabbing Valora by the neck and slamming her head repeatedly against the steel. Each sickening thud echoed through the Tokyo Dome.
Holly Hudson: This is beyond brutal! Han is trying to end Valora’s career right here!
To Be Continued In Part - 8