When the show came back from the commercial break, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically.
What had once been a loud and chaotic energy just moments ago was now thick with tension.
Tracey and Evelyn were already in the ring.
And Tracey was clearly in charge.
Evelyn was down on one knee, gripping her right arm, her face contorted in pain. Tracey loomed over her, breathing steadily, her eyes locked in with determination.
Then she seized Evelyn's wrist.
And slammed it hard into the mat.
The sound was sharp and jarring.
Evelyn let out a cry immediately.
The crowd reacted with a collective wince.
But Tracey didn't hold back.
She yanked the arm up again—and brought it crashing down a second time.
Tony flinched, turning his head slightly away. "Nah… I'm not a fan of this."
Luke shook his head in disapproval. "She's really going after it."
Tracey pulled Evelyn closer, laying her arm flat—
Then leaped.
Her knee came crashing down onto the joint.
Evelyn screamed in agony.
This time, the crowd's reaction wasn't one of excitement.
It was pure unease.
Noah's voice cut through the tension. "That's enough!"
Irvin didn't find it funny this time. "She's being strategic… but this is risky."
Tracey yanked Evelyn by the hair, dragging her toward the corner. She shoved her into the turnbuckles and stepped back.
Evelyn struggled to lift her right arm.
Tracey couldn't help but smirk a little.
Then she charged, full speed ahead.
Evelyn managed to dodge just in time.
Tracey's shoulder crashed into the ring post.
A loud thud echoed through the arena.
Tracey staggered back, cradling her shoulder.
Evelyn spotted her chance.
Ignoring the pain, she pushed herself up and dashed forward. With her left arm, she pounded on Tracey's injured shoulder repeatedly, trying to throw her off balance.
For a brief moment, it worked.
Tracey retreated.
Evelyn took a deep breath.
She hooked Tracey.
Tried to lift her for a suplex.
But her right arm gave out. She just couldn't manage the weight.
Tracey landed back on her feet.
And immediately struck back.
She hooked Evelyn perfectly and lifted her.
Suplex.
Evelyn hit the mat hard.
The crowd groaned in unison.
But Tracey wasn't done.
She yanked Evelyn up again.
Second suplex.
Evelyn landed even worse this time.
Tony muttered, "This isn't looking good…"
Tracey lifted her once more.
Third.
Then fourth.
Then fifth.
Each one slower.
Each one heavier.
Each one more painful.
Evelyn barely moved now.
Tracey loomed over her, breathing heavily, her eyes flashing with something darker than mere frustration.
She grabbed Evelyn's arm again.
The injured one.
The crowd reacted immediately.
"No… no…"
Tracey twisted it.
Positioned it.
Evelyn weakly tried to pull away but-
Snap.
The sound sliced through everything.
Evelyn screamed.
The arena fell into a stunned silence.
The referee quickly called for the bell.
Noah raised his voice. "That's it! This match is over!"
Irvin remained silent.
The official dropped to Evelyn's side, checking her arm as she clutched it, trembling, tears brimming in her eyes.
Tracey stood there for a moment.
She blew Evelyn a kiss.
The boos erupted instantly, loud and unyielding.
Justin shook his head slowly. "I didn't think she'd take it this far…"
Luke didn't reply. He was too shocked.
Tracey turned and walked out of the ring without a backward glance.
Backstage, everything was a whirlwind.
Evelyn was rushed in on a wheelchair, still gripping her arm, her face pale from the pain.
Nick, the head of the medical staff, immediately began examining her.
Tracey followed closely behind.
The moment she saw Evelyn like that—
Her expression shifted completely.
"What—how bad is it?" she asked.
Nick didn't answer right away.
He examined the arm carefully, then looked up.
"It's broken."
Tracey froze.
Behind her, Vince and Lance stood watching.
Lance exhaled sharply and turned to Vince.
"I told you," he said quietly. "Targeting was enough. You didn't need to take it this far."
Tracey caught that.
Her head turned slowly.
"…What?"
Vince didn't respond right away.
He stepped forward slightly, watching Nick and the staff prepare to move Evelyn.
"…Maybe," Vince said quietly, "I went too far."
Tracey's eyes widened just a bit.
She glanced back at Evelyn.
Her hand shook slightly.
"I didn't… I didn't mean to—"
Nick interrupted. "We need to get her to the hospital. Right now."
Lance immediately agreed. "I'll go with her."
He signaled to the staff and followed as they wheeled Evelyn out.
Tracey stood frozen.
For the first time in the night, uncertainty washed over her.
Vince stepped up beside her.
"It's not your fault," he reassured her.
She didn't reply.
"You did what you were supposed to do," he added.
Still, no response.
Vince let out a quiet breath.
"You should head home early."
Finally, Tracey met his gaze.
But doubt lingered in her eyes.
She didn't say a word. Just gave a single nod.
And walked away.
Vince watched her leave.
Then turned around.
"Nina," he called out.
Nina Clarkson stepped forward.
"Keep an eye on her, stay with her tonight if you want," he instructed.
Nina nodded. "You got it."
She followed Tracey out.
Vince lingered for a moment, lost in thought.
Then Mark walked in.
"We're ready for the next match," he said.
Vince nodded.
The show must go on.
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The noise from the last segment was still hanging in the air when a new theme burst onto the scene.
A sharp, lively beat—totally different from the heavy sounds of the tag teams.
And there he was—Randal Savage.
Bright, loud, and absolutely impossible to miss.
He strutted in wearing neon-colored tights that hugged his legs, with patterns that clashed yet somehow worked perfectly together. Matching bands wrapped around his arms, and tinted sunglasses perched over his eyes, reflecting the dazzling arena lights. His hair was long and a bit wild, loosely tied back, while a thick beard framed a face that always seemed to wear a smirk.
He sauntered down the ramp with an exaggerated swagger, pointing at fans, nodding, and occasionally spinning his finger in the air as if he were conducting the crowd itself.
Tony perked up. "This guy's used to be in ACW right?"
Luke just crossed his arms. "He talks way too much. I have seen him during his early days in IRW."
Savage hopped onto the apron in one fluid motion and stepped into the ring, immediately demanding a microphone.
Noah passed it to him through an official.
Savage didn't waste a second.
"Oh yeah," he started, his voice booming, drawn out, and bursting with energy, "look at this crowd, huh? All fired up tonight!"
The crowd responded with a mix of cheers and boos.
Savage paced the ring, shaking his head.
"But I've been watchin', yeah… I've been watchin' real close."
He tapped his temple.
"Hogan Hornet is finally getting his chance… to face the champion… in the biggest match of the night…"
He took a moment to let that sink in.
Then, he pointed at himself.
"And where do I fit into all this?"
The crowd began to murmur.
Savage opened his arms wide.
"Right here. On the sidelines. Watching. Waiting. While the so-called 'main event' unfolded without the real competition!"
A few cheers erupted.
A few boos followed.
Savage's smile grew even bigger.
"Doesn't seem fair, does it?"
Justin nodded slowly. "He's got a valid point."
Luke shook his head. "No, he really doesn't."
Savage kept pacing, building up his energy.
"You've got a champion running around like he's invincible… and Hogan thinking he's the biggest star in this company…"
He leaned in closer.
"But the reality?"
He tapped his chest once more.
"The reality is standing right here!"
AN: How do I introduce the Ultimate Warrior and Ric Flair?
Also the Ultimate title must be earned. At the start, he would just be Warrior or something like that and that will be his gimmick.