WELCOME TO THE RETURN OF SUNDAY NIGHT HOSTEL WHICH WILL BE QUICK RESULTS EACH SUNDAY NIGHT UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE.

NADIA ALLEN EXPLAINS HER ACTIONS FROM LAST WEEKS ATTACK ON MARA JADE MILLER.

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In the ring is Nadia Allen. She eyes the crowd, donning an all black tracksuit and wielding the microphone in her left hands. In the crowd, the murmurs filled up the Knight Dome Arena. Nadia scans the building, twisting her head to the left and right. Then she lifts the microphone underneath her mouth.

NADIA ALLEN: "What more needs to be said that everyone doesn’t know? Jumping someone after their match…you know…"

Her eyes narrow.

NADIA ALLEN: "Interfering in matches. That’s not my thing. Any problems that I have with someone, I square it away face to face. That’s what this ring is for, you know? It was different last week. It was. Mara Jade was in the building. I have to give her something."

This draws a few reactions from the crowd. 

NADIA ALLEN: "I haven’t been in a ring in like two months. This summer, the well was pretty dry. All the places that I usually wrestle all went on break. The last time I was in a ring, Mara was slamming me on a ton of wood, standing over me victorious and giving me a nice fractured elbow to boot."

Extending her right arm, Nadia showcases the scar on her elbow.

NADIA ALLEN: "I was dreaming about putting that knee to your, Mara. Halijueah. Dreams still come true. I was pissed off at home, licking my wounds. Seeing Mara so happy about that win. Maybe it was my arm being in a sling. Maybe it was how much you puffed your chest out Mara but I told myself the next time I see you, it was going to be either a fist to the face or a knee. It’s only 1-1!"

Her voice raised uncharacteristically.

NADIA ALLEN: "I challenged you to the rematch. The first time when I choked you out. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to beat you twice. You’re so happy over a tie. There’s no ties in wrestling! Nothing has been settled. Pissed me off that you didn’t want to challenge for a third. I wasn’t going to let this go 1-1. Whether you won the Glory title or not, you were on the menu either way."

The crowd reacts audibly. 

NADIA ALLEN: "This is the healthiest I’ve been since I went freelance. This time away became my off-season. Once I got out of that sling I went back to Catch Sports and I ran myself to the ground so I can get back here and kick your ass again. Got to payback. Night of Vengeance is coming up. What a fitting name. Round 3 Mara, let’s do it. You broke my elbow. You tied it up. See me in the ring then and I’ll gut you like a fish."

Nadia closes her lips. The crowd buzzes a bit. She then places the mic on the mat before sliding underneath the bottom rope and heads to the back.

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT WITH SBYA

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Akihiko and her sister Etsuko Iwasaki stomp their way before the camera, Etsuko crossing her arms over her chest for a few moments before rolling her eyes and turning to the side to pick up a tablet. Her sister begins to speak, Anihiko’s voice clear although every word is in Japanese. On the tablet however the translation shows up and Etsuko turns it towards the camera tilting it a little bit so that the light doesn't wash away the words with the glare. 

THE KNIGHTS ARE IN A CULT. THEIR MANAGER IS A TWAT. THEY ARE MORE WORRIED ABOUT TIFFICORP BEING IN THE CROWD THAN OUR SKILLS AS WRESTLERS. SO WE SAY - GOOD! BE DUMMIES! BE MORE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT SNACKS CARL IS EATING THAN WHICH ONE OF US IS GOING TO BITE.

BITE. LOTS.

Akihiko gives a decisive nod and then Etsuko tosses the tablet towards one of their bags before resuming her position. They wait a beat and then gesture for the camera to shoo, before turning to set up the little area they're standing in so they can film one of their little cooking show videos.

POST MATCH

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As Jessi Ozborne celebrates her hard-fought return victory, basking in the crowd's reaction, the opening notes of “LITHONIA” suddenly cut out, replaced by “DARE” by Gorillaz. The arena erupts as the American Horror Champion, Colbie Nikolaidis, steps onto the stage in her ring gear, the championship secured firmly in her grasp as she prepares for her main-event assignment. Jessi turns toward the entrance, and the two women lock eyes from opposite ends of the arena, exchanging knowing smirks that suggest neither is remotely intimidated by the other. Colbie slowly raises the American Horror Championship high above her head, mouthing, “Good fight, but I'm better.” Jessi's smirk widens as she gestures toward her own waist, making her intentions unmistakable: she plans to take that championship for herself. Colbie responds with another confident smile before turning away and returning to the backstage; leaving Jessi to finished celebrating her comeback victory, but Jessi already looking beyond tonight's Main event to watch as Colbie Nikolaidis takes on the SHW World Champion, Jayla Cruz.

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT WITH EL BUHO

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BACKSTAGE. LAURA STARK catches up to EL BUHO, making his way through the halls in the aftermath of the attack by BAM MILLER.

LAURA STARK: "Buho, that was…pretty brutal. Are you sure you shouldn't be getting checked---"

Buho calmly holds up a hand, as if to answer Laura's question before she can finish . The mask makes his expression imperceptible, but there is a tension in his frame that belies a simmering frustration that borders on fury. Flexing the digits of his right hand, he takes a breath and begins to sign, his words translated into a scrawl on screen.

EL BUHO: "My only concern now, is the threat I should have dealt with weeks ago. My mistake, but I won't make it twice. Will you deliver a message for me, Laura?"

Stark takes that in, and gives Buho a nod. Some of that tension leaves him, but not all.

EL BUHO: "If you see Bam Miller, tell him that…once, I was willing to allow for, in the heat of the moment. But twice…twice, I can't allow. Clearly he wants my full, and undivided attention, and he has it. No need for more games. He wanted my attention, and now he can meet me in the ring…so I can show him exactly what a mistake it was not to leave well enough alone."

With that, Buho gives Laura a nod, reaching out to pat her shoulder before taking his leave.

THE AMERCAN HORROR CHAMPION KASEY VEX AND IZZY VAN DOREN MEET IN THE RING; KASEY VEX DECIDES ON THEIR STIPULATION FOR THEIR NIGHT OF VENGEANCE III: THE LONG HALLOWEEN MATCH.

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As the camera fades in to ringside, the arena lights settle over the ring as the American Horror Champion, Kasey Vex, stands beneath the spotlight with the championship strapped securely around her waist. Her expression is noticeably more serious than usual, the familiar sass still present in her posture but overshadowed by the unfinished business that has been brewing between her and Izzy Van Doren. Kasey slowly raises a microphone, allowing the crowd to settle before turning her attention toward the entrance ramp. She doesn't have to wait long. The opening notes of “Take Back the Power” by The Interrupters hit the speakers, and Izzy Van Doren strides onto the stage with Nixie Caine close behind her. Izzy wears the unmistakable confidence of a veteran who has spent years surviving the most brutal environments in professional wrestling, while Nixie bounces alongside her with that unsettling, almost playful energy that makes it difficult to tell whether she's about to laugh or start a fight. The two women make their way down the ramp and enter the ring, with Izzy immediately positioning herself opposite Kasey. Nixie remains just behind her partner, grinning as she eyes the American Horror Championship.

Kasey lifts the microphone again, refusing to give Izzy the opportunity to turn the encounter into another exchange of cheap shots and mind games.

KASEY VEX: “Izzy, we've danced around each other long enough. We've traded shots, we've traded insults, and we've both made it pretty damn clear that neither one of us intends to back down. So I'm done wasting time talking about what might happen at Night of Vengeance III: The Long Halloween. I'm going to tell you exactly what's going to happen.”

Kasey unstraps the American Horror Championship from her waist and raises it between them, making certain Izzy's eyes follow the gold.

KASEY VEX:  “You want this championship? You want to prove that you're still Deathmatch Izzy? You want to show everybody that the woman standing across from you isn't good enough to carry the American Horror Championship? Then you're going to have to do it on my terms.”

Izzy folds her arms, a crooked smile spreading across her face as she waits for Kasey to reveal her decision. Nixie leans against the ropes, practically vibrating with anticipation.

KASEY VEX:  “At Night of Vengeance III: The Long Halloween, the American Horror Championship will be defended in a RAGE IN THE CAGE MATCH!”

The announcement detonates across the arena. The crowd erupts as Kasey points toward the entrance ramp, where the imposing structure of a steel cage appears on the titantron. The footage shows the cage walls surrounding the ring, the steel door shut and the entire enclosure sealed off from the outside world.

KASEY VEX:  “No disqualifications. No count-outs. No running away when things get ugly. No excuses when you get your ass handed to you. Once that cage comes down, it's just you and me in there, Izzy. Nobody else. No friends. No backup. No one coming through that door to save you.”

Kasey takes a deliberate step toward Izzy, her championship held tightly against her chest.

KASEY VEX:  “There will be weapons. There will be pain. And there will be nowhere to go when the person standing across from you wants nothing more than to put you through the damn canvas. You wanted a fight with the American Horror Champion? Congratulations, sweetheart. You're getting one.”

Izzy's smile widens. Rather than looking intimidated, she seems almost delighted by the prospect. She takes the microphone from her hand and steps closer to Kasey, looking her up and down before turning briefly toward the crowd.

IZZY VAN DOREN:  “A Rage in the Cage? Kasey, you really think a steel cage is going to scare me? I've spent years fighting in places where the only thing between me and the next concussion was whatever piece of garbage the promoter could afford to throw into the ring. I've been cut open, dropped on my head, and left wondering how the hell I'm supposed to get back up. You think locking me inside a SHW cage is going to make me uncomfortable?”

Izzy shakes her head, laughing quietly as she gestures toward the championship.

IZZY VAN DOREN: “Baby, that cage isn't going to protect you from me. It's going to make sure you can't run when I start taking that title apart piece by piece.”

Kasey doesn't flinch. She simply lowers the championship onto her shoulder and gives Izzy a confident smirk.

KASEY VEX:  “Good. Because I wasn't planning on running.”

Nixie suddenly bursts into laughter behind Izzy, clapping her hands together as though the entire announcement is the funniest thing she's heard all week. She steps around her partner, taking a microphone and leaning toward Kasey with a grin that stretches almost impossibly wide.

NIXIE CAINE: “Oh, this is going to be absolutely gorgeous! A cage! Weapons! Two angry women locked together with nowhere to go! I can already picture it. The blood, the screaming, the beautiful little moments when somebody realizes that they're not nearly as tough as they thought they were.”

Nixie laughs again, tilting her head as she studies Kasey.

NIXIE CAINE: “But you know what the best part is, Kasey? You can build that cage as high as you want. You can lock every door, put a thousand padlocks on the damn thing, and cover the entire structure in razor wire. It won't matter. Because you can't keep me away from a party like that!”

Nixie spreads her arms theatrically, practically inviting the audience to imagine her climbing over the cage and crashing into the match. Izzy smirks beside her, clearly entertained by the idea of Nixie inserting herself into Kasey's carefully constructed stipulation.

Kasey, however, barely reacts.

KASEY VEX: “Oh, Nixie. No.”

The champion steps toward her, pointing directly at her chest.

KASEY VEX: “You see, the thing about a Rage in the Cage is that nobody else gets in. Nobody else gets involved. Nobody else gets to turn my championship match into their own little playground.”

Kasey turns her attention back toward Izzy before looking at Nixie again.

KASEY VEX:  “So no, you won't be getting into my cage. You won't be climbing over it, crawling under it, or sneaking through the damn door. You won't be helping Izzy, and you won't be getting your hands on me.”

Her smile sharpens.

KASEY VEX: “Because while Izzy and I are tearing each other apart inside that cage, you'll have your own match to worry about that night.”

Nixie's laughter fades just enough for her expression to change. She looks at Kasey with renewed interest, while Izzy's eyes narrow at the implication that Kasey has more planned for the night than simply defending her championship. Before Nixie can respond, another entrance theme suddenly hits the arena.

The crowd erupts as Kitty McKenzie bursts onto the stage. The Fierce Feline doesn't waste a second posing for the audience. She sprints down the ramp, slides into the ring and launches herself straight at Nixie Caine, driving the Australian wrestler into the canvas with a flurry of forearms before Nixie can even turn around. The sudden attack catches both members of the POWAH PUNK GURLS completely off guard. Izzy immediately abandons her conversation with Kasey and charges toward Kitty, but the American Horror Champion intercepts her with a vicious forearm that sends the veteran stumbling backward.

The ring erupts into chaos.

Kitty continues hammering Nixie with strikes, refusing to let her recover long enough to retaliate. Nixie scrambles toward the ropes, but Kitty catches her by the arm and sends her crashing into the turnbuckles before following with a running dropkick that leaves the crazed wrestler slumped in the corner. Across the ring, Kasey and Izzy are trading heavy blows, the two women finally abandoning the microphones and settling their differences the old-fashioned way. Quickly, Izzy catches Kasey with a brutal elbow smash and attempts to drive her into the canvas with Adios Amigos, but Kasey fights free and answers with a spinning heel kick that staggers the former Triple Crown Champion. Izzy stumbles through the ropes to the apron, only for Kasey to follow and drag her back into the ring by the wrist. The two collide again, neither willing to give ground, until Nixie rushes across the ring and blindsides Kasey from behind.

No! Kitty immediately intercepts Nixie, tackling her into the corner and unleashing another furious barrage of strikes. Nixie attempts to escape beneath the bottom rope, but Kitty catches her by the leg and drags her back toward the center of the ring. The two women tumble across the canvas, trading punches and elbows until Nixie manages to scramble free and roll beneath the ropes.

Izzy sees her partner retreating and quickly follows, but not before turning back to fire a final glare toward Kasey. The champion stands in the center of the ring, breathing heavily, her championship clutched against her chest as she watches the two members of the POWAH PUNK GURLS retreat up the ramp.

Nixie is furious, shouting and gesturing toward the ring while Izzy pulls her farther up the aisle, refusing to let the situation escalate any further. Kitty remains near the ropes, watching them leave with a determined expression before turning toward Kasey. For several seconds, the American Horror Champion and the Fierce Feline stand side by side in the ring, the crowd roaring around them.

KITTY MCKENZIE (yelling without a mic): “SEE YOU AT LONG HALLOWEEN, NIXIE!!”

Kasey looks at Kitty, a smile slowly appearing across her face as Kitty waves towards Nixie. She raises the American Horror Championship high above her head as Kitty stands beside her, one fist raised toward the retreating challengers. The camera fades 

POST MATCH

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While Avery celebrates; Ripley looks on with a stern, disappointed expression and Recka calmly closes her nail file, seemingly far less surprised by Alex's defeat than he is. Alex sits on the canvas, staring toward ringside in frustration, caught between the sting of losing and the realization that the people in his own corner may be the last ones willing to indulge his ego.

 BACKSTAGE SEGMENT WITH JAYLA CRUZ.

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Since purple is the color of royalty it should be no surprise that ShW’s World Champion Jayla Cruz has chosen to wear her purple gear tonight. While this main event doesn't have her title on the line it's still a big deal, being that it's Champion versus champion, and many fans view the American Horror title in a respectable light. She stands in front of a banner with her image holding the championship, on the banner it's around her waist but here live on camera she has it over her right shoulder with her hand lifted to brace it.

She stands firm, reciting some of the most exciting moments of her last few matches of course highlighting her victory over the Osaka Devil herself but she takes a moment to speak about the talent of her fellow Champion Colbie Nikolaidis, out of respect for her hustle if nothing else. The American Luchadora however is very clear in her own confidence. Her voice steady as she continues to speak. 

JAYLA CRUZ: "I'm going to keep it a hundred here, while I can respect everything Colbie did to get where she is and I can respect her enthusiasm, what I'm not going to do is be any less than what I already am. I am the World Champion of Slaughterhouse. I didn't fall backwards into this opportunity, I didn't fail upward. I have been good for a long time but I stretched myself and became great. I intend to show that every single time I step in the ring. No matter what the stipulation, no matter who I'm facing or how good they are? All I have to do ..."

She holds up one hand with her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, the fairest hint of a smirk on her lips. 

JAYLA CRUZ:  "... Is to be just this much better. This tiny little fraction. It seems overly simple doesn't it? But I promise you that's all I need. I was able to get here for a reason and now my pleasure is showing you all why you should have been expecting this. It should have been a foregone conclusion. I don't have a chip on my shoulder over it, but that's not going to change how I react in that ring. Everything I do I want you to understand is done with a purpose. It's deliberate. I mean every bit of it. So understand that I respect her. I respect every person that can hold gold in this company because it's not easy. It's a bigger fight than anyone on the outside might realize. But that respect doesn't translate into mercy and it never will. One step at a time, one match at a time and I'm going to secure my legacy here. Just watch. "

With that she slides the title off of her shoulder and secures it around her waist, letting the camera take it in for a few moments before she walks away.

POST MATCH

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Bianca remains beside the commentary desk as the bell rings, her championship still resting against her shoulder. She watches Patti celebrate before turning her attention to Brooke, who is left furious on the canvas. The champion never strikes her future challenger, never touches her, and never gives the referee a direct reason to disqualify her but her deliberate decision to draw Brooke's attention away from Patti makes her involvement impossible to dismiss as an accident.

Brooke points accusingly at Bianca and screams that the Shudder TV Champion cost her the match. Bianca simply raises the SHUDDER TV Championship, offering no apology and no explanation. Her expression suggests she has made her point: Brooke may be the number one contender, but Bianca Reed is not going to stand quietly by while someone treats her or her championship with disrespect.

 BACKSTAGE SEGMENT WITH ALEX MONTES, RIPLEY & RECKA.

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The backstage corridor is unusually quiet compared to the chaos still unfolding inside the arena. Alex Montes storms into view, his jaw clenched and his hands running through his hair as he paces past a row of equipment crates. The frustration of his loss to Avery Wilde is written all over him, but what seems to bother him most is not the defeat itself. It is the fact that, while he was fighting for his life inside the ring, Recka sat at ringside filing her nails as though his match were little more than background noise.

A few steps behind him, Ripley follows with her arms folded across her chest, her expression stern but not entirely unsympathetic. She has watched Alex grow as a wrestler, and despite his shortcomings, she knows exactly how much potential he possesses. Meanwhile, Recka trails behind them with her usual detached demeanor, casually inspecting her nails as if she has absolutely nothing to do with the tension threatening to boil over.

RIPLEY: “Look, Alex. You did good out there. You got your offense in, you controlled parts of that match, and you damn near had Avery beat with that Angel Clipper. You made her work for that win. But tonight, it wasn't enough. That's wrestling. Sometimes you're the better fighter for ninety percent of the match, and somebody catches you in the last ten.”

Alex stops pacing and turns toward his trainer, visibly struggling to swallow his frustration.

ALEX MONTES: “I know that, Ripley. I KNOW that. I don't need you explaining wrestling to me like I'm some rookie who wandered in off the street. I had her. I had that match won, and then everything just—”

RECKA: “And then you lost.”

The words land with such casual indifference that Alex freezes mid-sentence while Recka hasn't even bothered to look up from her nails. For a moment, the only sound in the corridor is the distant rumble of the crowd beyond the backstage walls. Alex slowly turns his head toward her, his expression shifting from frustration to disbelief. Recka finally raises her eyes, meeting his stare with the same utterly unimpressed look she wore when he landed at her feet during the match.

ALEX MONTES: “Excuse me?”

RECKA: “You heard me.”

ALEX MONTES: “You wanna say that again?”

RECKA: “You lost. Avery Wilde beat you. I'm not sure which part needs repeating.”

Alex lets out a short, incredulous laugh, taking a step toward her.

ALEX MONTES: “Oh, that's rich coming from you. You sit there filing your damn nails while I'm getting my ass kicked, and now you've suddenly got something to say? Where was all that energy when I was fighting out there?”

Recka lowers her hand, glancing briefly at the nail file before slipping it into her pocket.

RECKA: “I was watching.”

ALEX MONTES: “Watching?”

RECKA: “Yeah. Watching you spend half the match dancing around like you're auditioning for a music video, getting distracted by your own theatrics, and then getting caught when it actually mattered.”

Alex's face hardens.

ALEX MONTES: “You don't know a damn thing about what happened in that ring.”

RECKA: “I know you lost.”

ALEX MONTES: “You think you're so much better than me?”

Recka slowly tilts her head, considering him with an expression that somehow manages to be even more irritating than outright mockery.

RECKA: “I think you're doing a pretty good job of making yourself look bad without my help.”

Alex closes the remaining distance between them until the two are standing face-to-face. Despite the height difference, Recka doesn't shift an inch. She simply looks up at him, her shoulders relaxed, her expression flat, as though she is waiting for him to finish throwing his little tantrum.

ALEX MONTES: “You know what your problem is? You think because you jump off things you shouldn't and bleed all over the place, you're some kind of badass. You're not. You're just reckless.”

For the first time, Recka's expression changes. Not much, but enough to suggest Alex has finally managed to catch her attention.

RECKA: “And you think because you can throw a few good strikes and dance around the ring, you're God's gift to professional wrestling. Difference is, when I get thrown into a fight, I don't need somebody standing in my corner to remind me I'm supposed to be in one.”

Alex's eyes narrow.

ALEX MONTES:“You wanna test that theory?”

RECKA: “I've been waiting for you to ask something interesting.”

Alex steps even closer, and Recka meets him halfway. Neither backs down. Alex's hands curl into fists at his sides, while Recka's arms remain loosely folded, her calmness making the confrontation feel even more volatile. Ripley watches them for several seconds, allowing the tension to simmer, but when Alex begins pointing a finger in Recka's face, she finally moves between them.

RIPLEY: “ENOUGH.”

Both immediately fall silent. Ripley looks at Alex first, then turns toward Recka, her expression carrying the unmistakable authority of a trainer who has absolutely no intention of letting two of her students tear each other apart in a backstage corridor.

RIPLEY: “I swear to God, I spend half my time trying to teach you two how to survive in this business, and the other half watching you act like a couple of children fighting over the last damn chicken nugget. My kids fight less than this and they are six and two.”

Neither responds.

RIPLEY: “Alex, you think you're better than Recka? Recka, you think Alex is all mouth and no substance? Fine. Wonderful. Beautiful. You both seem real damn confident in your opinions of each other.”

Ripley takes a step backward, looking between them as a slow, knowing smirk begins to form.

RIPLEY: “So here's an idea. Why don't we stop standing around here running our mouths and actually settle this?”

Alex's expression shifts. Recka's eyebrows lift slightly.

ALEX MONTES: “What are you talking about?”

RIPLEY: “You heard me. How about you two find out who's better at the PPV?”

For the first time since the argument began, Alex and Recka have nothing to say immediately. They look at Ripley, then slowly turn toward each other. Alex's competitive instincts begin to override his frustration. His shoulders straighten, and the familiar arrogance returns to his face, though now it carries a sharper edge.

ALEX MONTES: “Fine by me. I'll be more than happy to put her in her place.”

Recka gives him a brief once-over before shrugging.

RECKA:  “Sure. Sounds like a good way to spend a night.”

ALEX MONTES: “Don't start acting like you don't care now. You're the one who's been running your mouth.”

RECKA: “And you're the one who keeps answering.”

Alex opens his mouth to fire back, but Ripley steps between them once more, holding up a hand before the argument can restart.

RIPLEY: “Good. That's settled, then.”

A satisfied smirk spreads across her face as she looks from one student to the other. The frustration, the resentment and the competitive fire are all there, exactly where she wants them. Alex wants to prove that his talent deserves more respect. Recka wants to prove that Alex's ego is bigger than his ability. And Ripley, having watched both of them long enough, sees an opportunity to force them to back up their opinions with something more meaningful than insults.

RIPLEY: “I'll speak to The Warden. We'll get this sorted out for Long Halloween..”

She turns and begins walking down the corridor, leaving Alex and Recka standing face-to-face. Neither offers a handshake. Neither smiles. Suddenly, Alex brushes past Recka's shoulder as he walks away, deliberately making contact. Recka barely moves, simply turning her head to watch him go with that same unimpressed expression.

RECKA: “Try not to lose before you get there.”

Alex stops several feet away. For one brief moment, it looks as though he might turn around and start the whole argument again but instead, he shakes his head and continues walking, muttering under his breath as he disappears around the corner. Recka watches him leave before reaching into her pocket and retrieving her nail file once more. with that, the camera fades out. 

POST MATCH / BACKSTAGE SEGMENT 

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Right after the bell rings, "Blow" (featuring Spencer Charnas of INK) by Eva Under Fire plays from the speakers; The SHW World Champion rolls away from the wreckage, battered and bleeding, but her first concern is Colbie. Jayla reaches down and helps the American Horror Champion to her feet, supporting her while both women regain their balance. They exchange a second handshake, their bloodied faces reflecting the punishment they have endured, before raising each other's arms to a roaring ovation. Jayla stands tall as the winner, Colbie remains firmly established as a champion in her own right, and the SHW crowd celebrates two competitors who turn a contest of weapons and endurance into a hard-fought display of mutual respect.

MEANWHILE, at the same time; the camera fades to the Backstage where Lisa Seldon and Jessi Ozborne stand side by side in front of a wall-mounted television, silently watching the closing moments of the main event. On-screen, the bloodied Jayla Cruz and Colbie Nikolaidis stand together in the ring, raising each other's arms as the SHW crowd roars its approval. The sight draws Lisa's attention to the SHW World Championship around Jayla's waist, while Jessi's eyes settle on the American Horror Championship belonging to Colbie. Neither woman looks particularly impressed by the celebration. They have both fought their way into position as the number one contenders for those very titles, and watching the champions share the spotlight only reinforces what awaits them. Lisa slowly turns her head toward Jessi. Jessi notices and looks back at her. For several seconds, neither woman moves, the noise of the arena television filling the silence between them. Lisa's expression remains cold and calculating, while Jessi's gaze carries the quiet confidence of someone who has already decided what she wants. Their eyes briefly flick back toward the screen, where Jayla and Colbie continue acknowledging the crowd, before returning to one another. There is no handshake, no friendly smile, and no need for either woman to explain herself. Both understand the position they occupy, and both know that the celebrations on-screen will eventually give way to the business waiting ahead. Lisa Seldon is coming for Jayla Cruz's SHW World Championship. Jessi Ozborne is coming for Colbie Nikolaidis's American Horror Championship. And as the two challengers stand together in the hallway, the unspoken question hangs between them: what are they both willing to do to capture Slaughterhouse gold?