10/21/2026
Total Non-Stop Wrestling presents Zero Hour #9.(FULL SHOW)
Venue: CNE Stadium.
Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Expected Attendance: 33,150!!!!
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This program contains violent content, strong language and sexual situations which may be too intense for some viewers.
Viewer discretion is advised.
[SEGMENT: OSIAS TESFAYE & THE ZG LOCKER-ROOM.]
The broadcast opens with an aerial shot of CNE Stadium in Toronto, Ontario. The enormous venue looms over the surrounding streets as thousands of fans flood the entrances, merchandise stands bustle with activity, and production trucks line the perimeter. The atmosphere is electric. Thirty-three thousand, one hundred and fifty fans are expected tonight, and the city is about to experience another explosive night of Total Non-Stop Wrestling.
The camera sweeps down toward the designated talent parking lot, where several members of the Zero-Gravity Division are arriving ahead of the show.
A black SUV pulls into a parking space. Ángelo Perez steps out, adjusting his jacket before exchanging a few words with a production assistant. The other members of Royce Enterprises are seen exiting the vehicle: Brianna Royce, Georgie Davenport & Ariadna Blanco. A few spaces away, Halo Alexander emerges from another vehicle, slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder. DDJ arrives shortly afterward, walking with his trademark confidence as he scrolls through his phone, the Instant Classic Championship slung on his shoulder.
Jazz and Princeton Rose stand beside a parked car, engaged in conversation. Dylan, Hendrix, and Matty arrive together, laughing as they make their way toward the entrance. Rashaad Tate greets Aiden Fame, while Saint Davenport and Ryder Davenport arrive separately, each heading toward the arena.
Everything appears routine. Wrestlers arriving. Crew members preparing. The familiar pre-show atmosphere of a major TNW event.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Thirty-three thousand, one hundred and fifty people are expected to pack CNE Stadium tonight, and if the atmosphere outside is any indication, Toronto is ready for Zero Hour!"
INNES ENGLAND: "The Zero-Gravity Division is particularly interesting tonight, Damon. Thirty-four competitors are on the roster, and every single one of them is looking for that next opportunity. In a division this deep, one spectacular performance can change somebody's career."
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "And one mistake can send you straight to the back of the line. These men are competing in a division where the margin for error is practically nonexistent."
The camera follows Halo Alexander as he approaches the entrance. He pauses briefly to exchange greetings with a member of the production crew before continuing inside.
Suddenly, a low engine rumble interrupts the ambient noise of the parking lot.
A long, polished black limousine turns into the talent entrance.
The camera operator immediately pans toward the vehicle.
The limousine glides past several parked cars, its tinted windows reflecting the stadium lights. A couple of wrestlers notice it and turn to look. Others continue their conversations, seemingly unconcerned.
The vehicle rolls to a stop directly in front of the arena entrance.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Well, now. That's an entrance."
INNES ENGLAND: "A limousine? Here at the talent entrance? Who exactly are we expecting tonight?"
The driver's door opens.
A sharply dressed chauffeur steps out, straightens his uniform, and walks around the front of the limousine. He reaches the rear passenger door.
The wrestlers nearby begin paying closer attention.
DDJ slips his phone into his pocket. Jazz turns away from his conversation with Princeton Rose. Ángelo Perez narrows his eyes as he watches the chauffeur reach for the handle.
The door opens.
A polished black shoe touches the pavement.
A leg follows.
Then a familiar figure emerges from the back seat.
The camera slowly pushes in.
The man stands upright, adjusts his clothing, and looks toward the arena.
OSIAS TESFAYE.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "WAIT A MINUTE!"
INNES ENGLAND: "NO. NO, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "OSIAS TESFAYE?!"
The camera cuts rapidly between Osias and the stunned wrestlers.
Halo Alexander stops dead in his tracks. DDJ stares at the limousine, then at Osias, then back at the limousine, as if the vehicle itself might explain what is happening. Jazz's jaw drops slightly. Princeton Rose turns toward him, visibly confused.
Ángelo Perez takes a step forward, attempting to get a better look.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have received absolutely no announcement concerning Osias Tesfaye appearing at Zero Hour tonight! No word from management, no word from the office, and certainly no indication that this man would be arriving here!"
INNES ENGLAND: "And look at the reaction! These are his colleagues, Damon. These are people who work in this business, people who understand how TNW operates, and even they look as though they've seen a ghost!"
Osias turns toward the chauffeur.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Thank you. I appreciate it."
CHAUFFEUR: "Of course, sir. Have a good evening."
Osias gives him a polite nod and turns toward the arena.
He makes no attempt to address the cameras. He offers no explanation for his arrival. He doesn't acknowledge the collection of wrestlers staring at him from across the parking lot.
He simply begins walking toward the entrance.
The camera tracks backward as Osias approaches, his expression calm and composed. The other wrestlers watch him with a mixture of disbelief, curiosity, and suspicion.
DDJ: "Yo, what the hell?"
HALO ALEXANDER: "Is that actually him?"
JAZZ: "You're looking at him, aren't you?"
PRINCETON ROSE: "What is he doing here?"
Nobody has an answer.
Osias passes within a few feet of the group. Halo briefly looks as though he might speak, but Osias continues without breaking stride.
DDJ shakes his head.
PRINCETON ROSE: "Nah, somebody needs to explain this to me. Since when does Osias Tesfaye pull up in a limousine like he's the damn king of the world?"
DDJ: “...more importantly, what the hell is he doing HERE at Zero Hour!?”
HALO ALEXANDER: "Maybe he has something important to announce."
DDJ: "Then why hasn't anybody told us?"
Halo watches Osias disappear farther down the walkway.
HALO ALEXANDER: "That's what I'm wondering."
The camera cuts to Ángelo Perez, who remains focused on Osias as he approaches the doors.
ÁNGELO PEREZ: "This doesn't make any sense."
Osias reaches the entrance. An arena staff member quickly opens the door for him, and he disappears inside the building without looking back.
The camera holds on the entrance.
The wrestlers remain frozen in place for another moment, exchanging bewildered glances. A few begin talking amongst themselves, while others continue staring at the doors.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Osias Tesfaye has arrived at CNE Stadium in a private limousine, walked straight past the Zero-Gravity Division, and entered this building without saying a single word to anybody!"
INNES ENGLAND: "And I think the most telling part of this entire situation is that nobody here seems to know why he's here. These wrestlers are every bit as confused as we are!"
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Who arranged that limousine? Who knew he was coming? Does General Manager Drake Collins know he's here? Does The Proprietor Chris Noxx know he's here? Because if this was planned, somebody has done an incredible job keeping it a secret!"
The camera cuts to the limousine. The chauffeur returns to the driver's seat, closes the door, and pulls away from the parking lot.
The shot lingers on the vehicle as it disappears around the corner.
INNES ENGLAND: "One thing is certain. When a man like Osias Tesfaye shows up unannounced, you pay attention."
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "And we're going to be paying very close attention to what happens next!"
The screen fades to black.
A brief moment of silence follows.
Then the opening notes of "God of War" by WARGASM explode through the speakers.
The screen erupts into a rapid montage of Zero Hour highlights. High-flying aerial attacks. Brutal collisions. Wrestlers screaming in defiance. Championship gold held aloft beneath blinding arena lights. Purple and white graphics streak across the screen as the music intensifies.
The Zero Hour logo slams onto the screen.
The broadcast cuts inside CNE Stadium.
The enormous crowd is on its feet. Pyrotechnics erupt across the stage, illuminating the stadium in brilliant purple and white as thousands of fans scream their approval. The camera sweeps across the audience, capturing signs, waving arms, and fans singing along to the official theme song.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "TORONTO, ONTARIO! WELCOME TO ZERO HOUR!"
INNES ENGLAND: "Thirty-four members of the Zero-Gravity Division, a stadium full of passionate wrestling fans, and an unexpected arrival that has already thrown the entire evening into question!"
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "This is Zero Hour number nine, live from CNE Stadium, and we are only getting started! Whatever Osias Tesfaye has planned, whatever brought him through those doors tonight, we intend to find out!"
The camera settles on the roaring crowd as the opening graphics disappear and the show officially gets underway.
Match One:
Trios Match.
Emoción de la Matanza y Andres Zumingo w/Cayetana Amoros versus Premier Ballerz ENT & Amari Williams.
Winners: Emoción de la Matanza y Andres Zumingo via Submisión. (Andres submits Jazz)
Time: 15:46
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
[SEGMENT: OSIAS TESFAYE & DRAKE COLLINS.]
The camera settles on a television mounted against the wall of a hallway, its screen replaying the closing moments of the opening contest. The crowd's reaction can be heard faintly through the monitor as Andres Zumingo tightens the submission hold on Jazz. Jazz struggles, reaches desperately for the ropes, and eventually taps out.
The referee signals for the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER (KATIE LEA): "Here are your winners by submission, EMOCIÓN DE LA MATANZA AND ANDRES ZUMINGO!"
The replay ends with Andres releasing the hold and celebrating alongside Emoción de la Matanza. Cayetana Amoros looks on approvingly as the victorious team raises their arms.
Standing several feet away from the television, his hands folded in front of him, is Osias Tesfaye.
He watches the screen with a faint, almost imperceptible smile. There's a thoughtful quality to his expression, as though he's taking in every detail of the match. The sounds of the arena filter through the hallway, reminding us that the show is unfolding mere corridors away.
UNKNOWN VOICE: "So the rumblings are true?"
Osias doesn't turn immediately.
The camera shifts to reveal General Manager Drake Collins entering the frame. Drake slows his pace as he approaches, his eyes moving from Osias to the television and back again.
DRAKE COLLINS: "Osias Tesfaye. To what do I owe the appearance?"
Osias finally turns his head. A smirk creeps across his face.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Drake Collins. Always a pleasure."
DRAKE COLLINS: "I wish I could say the feeling was mutual."
Osias lets out a quiet chuckle, clearly entertained by the reception.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Come on, Drake. Don't look so worried. I'm not here to cause chaos. I know that's what you're expecting, my reputation precedes me, but I assure you, you can put those concerns to bed."
Drake maintains a measured expression. His shoulders remain squared, his hands resting at his sides. He listens without offering so much as a nod of reassurance.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Besides, you know me. For all the things people might say about me, for all the trouble my name might bring into a room, I'm a fan of professional wrestling first. Always have been."
Osias glances back at the television.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "And when I made the decision to return to TNW, I told myself something. I wasn't going to sit on the sidelines. I wasn't going to limit myself to showing up when there was something in it for me, making an appearance, collecting whatever attention came with it, and disappearing until the next time somebody needed my name on a poster. Because I’m not Antonio Parks."
He turns back toward Drake.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "I wanted to be involved. As involved as possible. I wanted to experience this place again. The atmosphere, the people, the competition. The little things that remind you why you fell in love with this business in the first place."
Drake looks at him for a moment.
He doesn't interrupt. He doesn't challenge the explanation. His expression remains professionally composed, though his eyes suggest he is weighing every word against the reputation of the man standing in front of him.
Osias notices.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "You're looking at me like I'm trying to sell you something."
Drake offers a thin smile.
DRAKE COLLINS: "Am I?"
OSIAS TESFAYE: "You tell me."
Osias takes a small step closer, his tone remaining conversational.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Look, Drake. I came here because I wanted to watch my first Zero Hour up close and personal. That's all. I've seen the footage. I've heard the conversations. I've heard people talk about the direction this brand is heading, the talent coming through the doors, the things happening in that ring."
He gestures toward the television.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "And tonight, I had the opportunity to see it for myself. So I took it."
For a moment, neither man speaks.
The sound of the crowd swells from somewhere beyond the hallway. A production assistant hurries past in the background, carrying a stack of papers, but slows briefly upon recognizing Osias before continuing on his way.
Drake notices the reaction. His eyes follow the assistant for a fraction of a second before returning to Osias.
DRAKE COLLINS: "Well, we certainly appreciate your interest in the product."
The words are polite. The smile accompanying them is equally polished.
Neither quite reaches his eyes.
DRAKE COLLINS: "And since you're here, I think we can make arrangements to accommodate you. I'll have somebody prepare a private suite for you. You'll have a comfortable view of the show, a little privacy, and we can make sure there are no unfortunate mishaps."
Osias stares at him.
Then he slowly raises both hands, palms facing forward, wearing the expression of a man being unfairly accused of something he hasn't even considered doing.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "A private suite? Drake, you're spoiling me."
DRAKE COLLINS: "Think of it as hospitality."
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Hospitality. Of course."
Osias nods several times, his smirk growing.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "And here I was, thinking I'd be able to walk around, stretch my legs, maybe shake a few hands. Get a feel for the place. But if a private suite is what makes you comfortable, who am I to stand in the way of good hospitality?"
He holds his hands up a little higher, playing the part of a man surrendering to the authorities.
OSIAS TESFAYE: "You're the boss."
Drake returns an uneasy smile.
DRAKE COLLINS: "I'll make the arrangements."
He turns and begins walking down the hallway, already reaching for his phone. After a few steps, he glances over his shoulder.
DRAKE COLLINS: "Enjoy the show, Osias."
OSIAS TESFAYE: "Oh, I intend to."
Drake gives a brief nod and continues down the corridor until he disappears around the corner.
The camera remains on Osias.
His hands slowly fall to his sides.
For the first time since Drake approached him, the smirk fades. Osias watches the empty hallway where the General Manager disappeared, his expression unreadable.
He turns back toward the television.
The screen has returned to the live broadcast, showing the arena crowd as the commentators discuss the opening contest.
Osias watches for another beat.
Then the smirk returns.
He adjusts his jacket, slips his hands into his pockets, and begins walking in the opposite direction from Drake.
The camera follows him for several steps before allowing him to disappear around the corner.
The shot holds on the empty hallway.
Match Two:
Singles Match.
Boone Valentine versus Montrell Harris w/Black Diamond.
Winner: Boone Valentine via Pinfall.
Time: 6:00
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
[SEGMENT: BOONE VALENTINE, ZAYD NEIDHART, BLACK DIAMOND & DOMINION.]
The match is approaching its conclusion, and the atmosphere inside CNE Stadium is becoming increasingly hostile. Montrell Harris has Boone Valentine on the back foot, barking at him to get up as Uhai Salinas and Saleh Khumalo circle the ring, shouting instructions and offering the occasional distraction whenever the referee's attention is elsewhere.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Montrell Harris has been in control for the last several minutes, and with Black Diamond surrounding the ring, Boone Valentine is fighting an uphill battle here!"
INNES ENGLAND: "That's the advantage Black Diamond brings, Damon. Montrell doesn't have to worry about what's happening outside the ring because he's got an entire entourage looking out for him. Boone needs to find a way to shut that down!"
Montrell backs Boone into the corner and unloads with a series of forearm strikes. The referee steps in to enforce the break, and Montrell reluctantly backs away, shouting at Boone to stay down.
Suddenly, a commotion erupts in the audience.
At first, it sounds like a small pocket of fans reacting to something near one of the entrance aisles. Then the noise spreads. Women begin screaming. Phones shoot into the air. Fans turn away from the ring, pointing toward the upper section of the crowd.
The camera cuts toward the commotion.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "What is going on over there?"
The shot widens.
Making his way through the audience, ticket held triumphantly above his head, is ZAYD NEIDHART, the runner-up of Top Prospect Season Two!
The reaction is enormous.
Fans leap out of their seats as Zayd waves his ticket in the air, grinning from ear to ear. Several women scream his name. Others stretch over their seats, desperate to get his attention. One fan thrusts a phone toward him for a selfie, while another holds out a piece of merchandise for him to sign.
INNES ENGLAND: "WAIT A MINUTE! IS THAT ZAYD NEIDHART?!"
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "IT IS! THE TOP PROSPECT SEASON TWO RUNNER-UP HAS ARRIVED AT ZERO HOUR!"
Zayd stops to take a picture with a group of fans, signs an autograph, then continues down the aisle, shaking hands and acknowledging the crowd. He looks entirely at home amid the commotion.
Inside the ring, Montrell notices the sudden change in the crowd's attention.
He turns toward the commotion, squinting through the ropes.
MONTRELL HARRIS: "What the hell is going on?!"
Uhai Salinas and Saleh Khumalo turn toward the audience. The moment they recognize Zayd, their expressions change.
UHAI SALINAS: "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"
SALEH KHUMALO: "That little punk!"
Zayd spots the three members of Black Diamond watching him. He raises his ticket higher, pointing it directly toward them with an exaggerated grin.
The crowd erupts again.
Montrell has completely forgotten about Boone. He moves toward the ropes, pointing at Zayd and shouting over the noise.
MONTRELL HARRIS: "YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
Zayd looks at Montrell.
He smiles.
Then he turns away and poses for another picture with a fan.
MONTRELL HARRIS: "HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
Zayd signs another autograph.
Zayd gives a nearby fan a friendly fist bump.
Zayd turns toward a group of screaming fans, throws an arm around one of them, and poses for a photograph.
Inside the ring, Boone Valentine has recovered enough to pull himself upright in the corner. He watches Montrell's increasingly frantic outburst with a bewildered expression.
INNES ENGLAND: "Montrell Harris has completely lost focus! Boone Valentine is standing right behind him, and Montrell is more concerned with a man sitting in the audience!"
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "And can you blame him? Zayd Neidhart and Black Diamond have a history that clearly hasn't been resolved!"
Zayd finally reaches the barricade near the timekeeper's area. He exchanges greetings with fans along the front row, accepts a marker from someone in the audience, and begins signing merchandise.
Uhai and Saleh immediately move toward him.
UHAI SALINAS: "You think you're funny, don't you?!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "I'm having a great night, man. How are you?"
SALEH KHUMALO: "You got a lot of nerve showing your face here!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "I bought a ticket. That's generally how this works."
The nearby fans laugh and cheer.
UHAI SALINAS: "You need to get the hell out of here!"
Zayd doesn't even look at him. He continues signing an autograph, carefully writing his name across the front of a fan's merchandise.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "There you go. Appreciate you."
The fan beams as Zayd hands it back.
Uhai's face grows red with anger.
UHAI SALINAS: "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
Zayd turns toward the fan beside him, who is holding up a plastic cup of b**r.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "Mind if I borrow this for a second?"
The fan looks confused but hands him the cup.
Zayd turns back toward Uhai, who is now leaning over the barricade, shouting directly into his face.
UHAI SALINAS: "YOU THINK YOU CAN COME IN HERE AND DISRESPECT US?!"
Zayd raises the cup slightly.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "Oh, my bad. You want some?"
He extends the cup.
Uhai reaches toward him.
Zayd's hand suddenly slips.
The b**r goes flying.
SPLASH!
The contents of the cup land squarely across Uhai Salinas's face.
For one glorious second, the entire ringside area seems to freeze.
Zayd stares at the empty cup.
Uhai stands motionless, b**r dripping from his forehead and running down his shirt.
Saleh looks at Uhai.
Then at Zayd.
Then back at Uhai.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "Oh."
The crowd ERUPTS.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "HE JUST THREW B**R IN UHAI SALINAS'S FACE!"
INNES ENGLAND: "HE SAYS IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO BELIEVE HIM!"
Zayd slowly turns toward the fan.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "Sorry about that, bro. I'll get you another one."
The fan is laughing so hard he can barely respond.
Uhai wipes the b**r from his eyes.
UHAI SALINAS: "YOU SON OF A—!"
Before Zayd can react, Uhai reaches over the barricade, grabs him by the front of his shirt, and hauls him toward the barrier.
The crowd's reaction instantly changes from amusement to alarm.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "UH-OH! UH-OH! UHAI HAS GOT HIM!"
Uhai yanks Zayd over the barricade and drags him onto the ringside floor.
INNES ENGLAND: "SOMEBODY GET SECURITY OUT HERE! ZAYD NEIDHART IS NOT SIGNED TO THE TNW ROSTER! THIS IS A SPECTATOR AT RINGSIDE!"
Arena security immediately rushes toward the confrontation. Two guards grab Uhai by the shoulders, attempting to separate him from Zayd, while another steps between Saleh and the growing crowd of fans.
Zayd struggles to regain his footing as Uhai keeps hold of his shirt.
The crowd roars.
Security pulls at Uhai's arms, but he continues shouting and attempting to get around them. Saleh paces nearby, furious, pointing at Zayd and demanding that somebody let him through.
The camera briefly cuts back to the ring.
Montrell Harris is still standing near the ropes, screaming at the commotion.
MONTRELL HARRIS: "GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!"
He turns back toward the action, shaking his head in disbelief.
Boone Valentine is waiting behind him.
The camera returns to ringside as additional officials pour out from the backstage area.
General Manager Drake Collins arrives with two producers, his expression one of immediate alarm. He takes in the scene, sees Uhai being restrained, and rushes toward him.
DRAKE COLLINS: "UHAI! UHAI, LISTEN TO ME! YOU NEED TO LET HIM GO!"
UHAI SALINAS: "HE THREW B**R IN MY FACE!"
DRAKE COLLINS: "AND HE'S A SPECTATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW?!"
Drake gestures emphatically toward the surrounding security personnel and the cameras capturing every second of the altercation.
DRAKE COLLINS: "HE IS NOT UNDER CONTRACT! HE IS A TICKET-HOLDING MEMBER OF THE PUBLIC! YOU CANNOT PUT YOUR HANDS ON HIM!"
One of the producers steps in, speaking urgently to Uhai while another security guard tries to loosen his grip.
PRODUCER: "Uhai, let him go. We're on camera. You're creating a serious legal problem for yourself and for the company!"
DRAKE COLLINS: "WE'RE TRYING! LET HIM GO!"
The commotion has completely engulfed ringside.
Fans are standing on their seats to get a better look. Security personnel form a growing circle around Uhai, Saleh, and Zayd. The referee inside the ring is looking toward the timekeeper, uncertain whether the match has been abandoned.
And inside the ring, Montrell Harris makes one final mistake.
He turns away from Boone to scream at Drake.
MONTRELL HARRIS: "DRAKE! YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!"
Boone Valentine sees his opportunity.
He takes two quick steps backward, lowers his stance, and explodes forward.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "MONTRELL, TURN AROUND!"
Too late.
BOONE VALENTINE HITS THE GENTLEMAN'S CODE!
The devastating striking spear crashes into Montrell's torso, folding him in half and sending him sprawling across the canvas.
INNES ENGLAND: "THE GENTLEMAN'S CODE! THE GENTLEMAN'S CODE CONNECTS!"
Boone rolls Montrell onto his back and hooks the leg.
REFEREE: "ONE! TWO! THREE!"
The bell rings.
KATIE LEA (RING ANNOUNCER): "HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BOONE VALENTINE!"
The arena erupts as Boone rolls away from Montrell and rises to his feet, throwing both arms into the air.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "BOONE VALENTINE HAS DONE IT! HE HAS PINNED MONTRELL HARRIS! THE GENTLEMAN'S CODE PUTS BLACK DIAMOND'S MONTRELL AWAY!"
INNES ENGLAND: "And Montrell has absolutely nobody to blame but himself! He allowed himself to become so consumed by what was happening outside the ring that he forgot there was a match taking place!"
Boone celebrates near the ropes, soaking in the reaction from the Toronto crowd. The referee raises his arm.
The camera cuts back to ringside.
Zayd is still being held by security, while Uhai continues to fight against the officials restraining him. Saleh has moved closer, pointing furiously at Zayd.
Then another figure comes rushing through the entrance.
HALO ALEXANDER!
The winner of Top Prospect Season Two sprints down the aisle, slides between the ropes, and immediately exits on the opposite side, rushing toward the commotion.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "AND NOW HALO ALEXANDER IS HERE! THE WINNER OF TOP PROSPECT SEASON TWO HAS COME DOWN TO RINGSIDE!"
Halo reaches the group and immediately moves toward Zayd.
HALO ALEXANDER: "Zayd! Zayd, what are you doing?!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "What does it look like? I'm enjoying the show!"
HALO ALEXANDER: "You threw b**r in his face!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "It slipped!"
HALO ALEXANDER: "IT SLIPPED?!"
Despite the absurdity of the exchange, Halo quickly steps between Zayd and the security personnel, attempting to calm everybody down.
HALO ALEXANDER: "Everybody needs to relax! Nobody needs to get hurt over this!"
UHAI SALINAS: "GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!"
SALEH KHUMALO: "YOU TWO THINK YOU CAN COME OUT HERE AND MAKE FOOLS OF US?!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "I'm not making you do anything, Saleh!"
The crowd laughs and cheers again.
HALO ALEXANDER: "Zayd, stop talking!"
Zayd raises both hands innocently.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "I'm cooperating!"
Uhai suddenly lunges forward again, forcing security to tighten their hold. Halo immediately backs Zayd away from the barricade.
The situation appears ready to explode all over again.
Then a familiar voice cuts through the noise.
ANTONIO PARKS: "ENOUGH!"
The camera swings toward the entrance ramp.
Walking briskly toward ringside is TNW Hall of Famer ANTONIO PARKS, the former four-time TNW Champion and the mentor who guided both Zayd Neidhart and Halo Alexander during Top Prospect.
His expression is thunderous.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "ANTONIO PARKS! THE HALL OF FAMER HAS ARRIVED!"
INNES ENGLAND: "That's the last person I'd want to see coming toward me if I were any of these men right now!"
Antonio reaches ringside and immediately surveys the situation. He sees Zayd being restrained, Halo trying to mediate, Drake Collins arguing with Uhai, and Saleh pacing with barely contained fury.
He moves directly toward his former protégés.
ANTONIO PARKS: "HALO! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!"
HALO ALEXANDER: "I'm trying!"
Antonio grabs Zayd by the shoulder and pulls him away from the barricade. Zayd reluctantly follows, still looking over his shoulder at Black Diamond.
ZAYD NEIDHART: "Tell him to wipe his face before he catches a cold!"
ANTONIO PARKS: "ZAYD!"
Zayd immediately shuts his mouth.
Antonio pushes Halo and Zayd toward the backstage entrance, positioning himself between them and Black Diamond. His arms stretch outward, creating a human barricade as Uhai and Saleh continue shouting from the other side.
ANTONIO PARKS: "YOU TWO HAVE HAD YOUR FUN! NOW GET TO THE BACK!"
UHAI SALINAS: "GET HIM BACK HERE!"
ANTONIO PARKS: "YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT? YOU CAN TALK TO ME!"
Antonio stands his ground, staring directly at Uhai.
For a moment, the two sides remain separated by security, officials, and Antonio himself. Drake Collins continues shouting instructions as producers try to clear the area.
Halo keeps a firm grip on Zayd's arm, steering him toward the entrance.
HALO ALEXANDER: "You have lost your mind!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "And yet, you came running to save me."
HALO ALEXANDER: "I came running to stop you from getting arrested!"
ZAYD NEIDHART: "Same difference."
ANTONIO PARKS: "BOTH OF YOU, KEEP WALKING!"
The three disappear toward the backstage area, Antonio remaining behind long enough to ensure that Uhai and Saleh cannot follow.
The camera catches Uhai shouting one last time as security restrains him. Saleh points toward the entrance, promising that this is far from over.
Drake Collins stands in the middle of the chaos, rubbing his forehead as the producers continue trying to restore order.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNESSED?! BOONE VALENTINE HAS SCORED A HUGE VICTORY, AND WE'VE GOT A FULL-SCALE MELTDOWN AT RINGSIDE!"
INNES ENGLAND: "Zayd Neidhart was supposed to be a spectator tonight! Now he's been dragged into a confrontation with Black Diamond, Halo Alexander is involved, Antonio Parks has had to intervene, and Drake Collins is staring at a potential legal nightmare!"
The camera zooms in on Drake as he turns toward the production crew, visibly demanding answers.
Uhai and Saleh are still shouting in the background.
The crowd remains on its feet, roaring as security begins escorting the various parties away from the barricade.
DAMON DISTRANSKI: "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to take a break! When we return, we hope to have some answers, because right now, Zero Hour has descended into absolute chaos!"
The final shot shows Antonio Parks standing between Black Diamond and the backstage entrance, refusing to let either side get close to the other.
The screen cuts to black as the broadcast goes to commercial.
[COMMERCIAL BREAK]
Match Three:
Tag Team Match.
Famous Filthy Uncensored versus Crucible w/Dr. Callum Lizzard.
Winner: Famous Filthy Uncensored via Pinfall.
Time: 15:21
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Match Four:
Singles Match.
Saint Davenport w/Marlena Davenport versus Dondre Powell w/Luca LeCroix & Illyana Nikolievna.
Winner: Dondré Powell via Pinfall.
Time: 5:35
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
[SEGMENT: GREATEST FAMILY ALIVE, DRIP TIDE]
Saint Davenport and Dondré Powell trade shots in the center of the ring. The CNE Stadium crowd is split between the two. Then the Our Lady Peace riff cuts through the speakers, and the arena turns.
DECLAN DAVENPORT storms down the ramp in his tailored suit. He is not here for the match. He is here for his wife.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Declan roars, stopping at ringside and jabbing a finger at Marlena Davenport. “After everything we talked about, you stand out here beside HIM?!”
Marlena doesn’t flinch. She steps off the apron and meets him face to face. “HE’S OUR SON!”
“HE IS A BASTARD!” Declan screams, spit flying. “HE IS NOTHING!”
The crowd erupts in boos. Declan grabs Marlena by the arm and tries to haul her away from the ring. She twists and fights out of his grip, backing against the barricade. His face twists with rage, and he pulls back his hand to strike her.
The strike never lands.
SAINT DAVENPORT is already moving. He sprints across the ring, clears the top rope and launches himself through the ropes in a Su***de Dive. He crashes into Declan’s chest and sends him sprawling across the floor, and the stadium explodes.
Saint is on top of him immediately, raining down fists. For the first time in his life, the son who was always overlooked is the one throwing the punches, and 33,150 people are on their feet for it.
Nobody is watching the ring.
DONDRÉ POWELL comes out of nowhere. He drives a boot into Saint’s face and knocks him off Declan, then drags Saint by the arm and rolls him under the bottom rope. Dondré slides in right behind him. Saint rises, groggy and swaying, and turns just in time to see Dondré rushing him.
THUGGA THUG!
The knockout right hook lands flush on the jaw, and Saint drops like a stone. Dondré hooks the leg as the referee slides in.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DONDRÉ POWELL WINS!
Luca LeCroix and Illyana Nikolievna climb into the ring, and the three celebrate in the center. Dondré drapes himself across the middle rope, soaking in the boos and cheers alike.
Marlena slides into the ring and drops to her knees beside Saint, cradling his head as his eyes flutter.
She doesn’t get long.
Declan has recovered. He climbs onto the apron, storms into the ring and grabs Marlena by the hair. She screams as he drags her backward across the canvas, out under the ropes and up the entrance ramp. The crowd turns on him with a deafening chorus of boos, and Marlena claws at his hand, stumbling backward with every step.
He is almost to the tunnel when a voice cuts through the speakers.
“YOU MOTHERF**KER!”
Declan freezes. The crowd roars. Slowly, he turns his head toward the ring.
Saint is on his feet, a microphone in his hand, blood and sweat running down his face. His chest is heaving.
SAINT DAVENPORT: (breathing hard, voice shaking) “You mo********er. I swear to God if you actually put your hands on her!!!”
The crowd roars.
“Twenty-two years. Twenty-two years I’ve been in your house, under your name, and you want to know what I got for it?”
Saint paces the ring, pointing up the ramp.
“JACK F**KIN’ S**T!!! NOTHING! That’s what you called me out there, right? Nothing. A bastard. Well, let me tell you something, Dad. That’s the first honest thing you’ve ever said about me, because you never once treated me like anything else!”
The crowd erupts.
“Every Christmas, every birthday, every single match, I was standing in the back, holding your bags, fixing your tie, while you told the whole world about the World’s Greatest Father. Where was he when I broke my ribs? Where was he when I bled for this family? Out there, polishing his own reflection!”
The crowd shouts along.
“You gave everything to everybody else, Garrett, DDJ, Georgie hell even BEDTIME MONSTER and you gave me the scraps! The Billion Dollar Man couldn’t spare a single dollar of love for his own son!”
Saint’s voice cracks, then rises.
“And Mom stood there and took it. She took every bit of it for you, for this family, for the name! Well, I’m done! Do you hear me? I am done being your whipping boy!”
The stadium thunders.
“I’m not your punching bag. I’m not your shadow. I am not the forgotten son anymore. I am Saint Davenport, and I will never be afraid of you again!”
He lowers the mic, glaring up the ramp as the noise rolls over the stadium.
Declan walks halfway back down the ramp, his composure cracking. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he snarls. Then he screams: “I AM YOUR FATHERRRR!”
His eyes are bulging, his voice shaking with fury. “You will be punished!”
What Saint doesn’t see is the figure rising behind him.
BEDTIME MONSTER has crept into the ring. The crowd tries to warn Saint, a wall of noise telling him to turn around. He does, too late.
A huge boot catches him square in the face. Saint hits the mat hard.
Bedtime Monster drags him up by the arm and whips him into the ropes. As Saint rebounds, Bedtime Monster catches him and spins him through a vicious Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Saint’s back bends over the monster’s knee, and he lands in a heap.
At the top of the ramp, Declan starts to laugh. Marlena is still in his grip, her hands over her mouth, horror on her face.
“FINISH HIM!” Declan screams.
Bedtime Monster hauls Saint up and sets him. He lifts, pops him up and drives him down in the MIDNIGHT MASSACRE, a sit-out chokeslam that shakes the ring.
Saint lies folded up on the mat, motionless.
The camera pans up the ramp. Declan stands at the top of the entrance, throwing his head back and laughing maniacally as the lights flicker and Bedtime Monster looms over the fallen body of Saint Davenport.
FADE TO BLACK.
Match Five:
Tag Team Match.
Formula Flight versus Vicious & Delicious
Winner: Formula Flight via Pinfall.
Time: 12:16
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
MAIN EVENT
Match Six:
Singles Match.
Zero Gravity Championship.
© Bello Sanchez w/Emoción de la Matanza versus Justin Reyes.
Winner: Bello Sanchez via Pinfall.
Time: 43:02
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ½
[SEGMENT: NO FLIGHT REPUBLIC AND EMOCION DE LA MATANZA.]
The bell rings and the referee raises Bello Sanchez’s hand. After forty-three grueling minutes, the Zero Gravity Champion is still champion.
Emoción de la Matanza floods the ring. Jesús Castillo and Diego Alejandro lift Bello onto their shoulders while Cayetana Amorós hands up the Zero Gravity Championship. Bello thrusts the title toward the rafters, soaking in the jeers of 33,150 fans in CNE Stadium, a grin spreading across his bruised face.
The celebration lasts about five seconds.
A black boot slams into the back of Diego’s head. Bulldog Peters has come out of nowhere. Tommy Kay and Tyler Watson hurtle in on either side, and The No-Flight Republic blasts Emoción de la Matanza from behind. Bello is thrown from Jesús’s shoulders and lands hard on the canvas, the title bouncing out of his grip.
Cayetana sees it coming and slips between the ropes, backing away along the apron as the men of her faction are torn apart.
Tyler hauls Jesús up by the hair and shoves him straight into the path of Bulldog Peters. Bulldog takes a running start and drives him through the air in a Bulldog Destroyer, a running blockbuster that folds Jesús flat. Tyler drags Diego to his feet next and stands him in the center of the ring, laughing gleefully as he steps aside. Bulldog bounces off the far ropes twice, sprinting faster each time.
BARKING MAD SPEAR!
Diego is cut in half and lies still beside his partner. Tyler claps his hands, doubled over with laughter.
In the corner, Tommy Kay has Bello pinned against the turnbuckles. He lines up football kicks and punts Bello in the ribs, again and again, a cold, mechanical rhythm with no expression on his face. When Bello is a crumpled heap in the corner, Tommy grabs him by the hair, drags him to his feet and measures him.
CLOTHESLINE FROM BLOODY HELL!
Bello flips inside out and lands flat on his back. The champion doesn’t move.
Tommy steps over him and scoops the Zero Gravity Championship off the canvas. He lifts it above his head, flanked by Bulldog and Tyler, and the three men stand shoulder to shoulder, taking in the boos. Tyler wraps an arm around Tommy’s shoulder, still laughing.
WHAM!
A steel chair crashes into the back of Tyler Watson’s skull. The sound echoes through the stadium, and Tyler drops like a sack, rolling out of Tommy’s arm.
Behind him, Cayetana Amorós stands in the ring, the chair clutched in both hands, her chest heaving. The crowd, which has jeered her all night, erupts in cheers for the first time. She turns and swings at Bulldog Peters with everything she has.
Bulldog catches it with his fist. The chair flies from her grip and clatters across the mat, and Cayetana screams, shaking out her hand.
Before she can run, Tommy lunges. He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanks her head back and says calmly: “We’re gentlemen.”
He hurls her through the ropes. Cayetana crashes onto the floor outside and lies there, clutching her arm.
Bulldog hauls Tyler to his feet, holding him steady as Tyler touches the back of his head and stares at the blood on his fingers. Tommy turns his back on Cayetana and lifts the Zero Gravity Championship again, high above his head.
Bello, Diego and Jesús lie motionless on the mat. The camera pulls back to take in the entire stadium as The No-Flight Republic stands tall in the center of the ring, and the show goes off the air.
FADE TO BLACK.
