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TNW:Total Non-Stop Wrestling, Vancouver, BC (2025)

Unlike other promotions, matches are typically shown in their entirety without commercials. Video packages highlighting wrestlers or storylines, air throughout each broadcast as well as several interactions between either the wrestlers themselves or with storyline promoters.

08/10/2025

TOP PROSPECT – SEASON TWO, EPISODE SIX – "FACTION WARFARE"

This program contains violent content, strong language, and sexual situations which may be too intense for some viewers.

Viewer discretion is advised.

PREVIOUSLY ON TOP PROSPECT…

NARRATOR (V.O.): "Last week on Top Prospect, tensions escalated beyond control."

[Quick flashes of the most intense moments from Episode 5:]

"Sevyn and Janelle’s bitter rivalry exploded when Sevyn threw a punch, shattering the fragile peace in Team Antonio Parks."

"A brutal Challenge Day tested every competitor, but Team Miller claimed victory while Team Parks suffered another crushing defeat."

"Emotions ran high in the Elimination Room where Sevyn edged out Chantel, sending the quick learning rookie home."

"Back at the mansion, alliances cracked, and shadows of doubt crept through every corner."

NARRATOR (V.O.): "The game has changed. With one team weakened and another growing restless, the quiet before the next storm won’t last long."

[Cut to a lingering shot of TJ Shadows, head bowed, tension etched across his face.]

FADE OUT.

INT. MANSION – EARLY MORNING

The camera glides through a dim hallway, light low and muted. The distant echo of running water, soft breathing, and the quiet hum of waking life. A montage unfolds:

Zayd stretches, splashes water on his face in the bathroom.

Sai applies subtle makeup in front of a mirror, focused.

Miles and Keiarna share a quiet breakfast at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.

Sevyn and ZayDay bustle in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

INT. KITCHEN

SEVYN is hurriedly cracking eggs into a frying pan. Suddenly, flames flare up sharply.

SEVYN (panicked):
"F**k! Fire! Somebody—!"

ZAYDAY hears the shout and rushes in, eyes sharp, calm under pressure.

ZAYDAY: "Step back! I got this."

He grabs the fire extinguisher and sprays foam over the flames, suppressing them with practiced efficiency.

Cut to:

INT. DINING ROOM

Several competitors freeze, exchanging anxious glances. The quiet tension snaps with a dry laugh from KEIARNA.

KEIARNA (with biting humor): "Sevyn’s cooking? That’s a hazard on and off the mat."

MILES smirks, nodding.

MILES: "Early chaos. Sets the tone, I guess."

Back in the kitchen, ZAYDAY wipes his face with a rag, a sly grin creeping across his features.

ZAYDAY: "Consider this your warning. The heat’s coming."

SEVYN watches, half embarrassed, half defiantly smirking.

OPENING CREDITS

THE NEXT DAY

INT. MANSION – LIVING ROOM – MID MORNING

ZAYDAY and HALO sit on a leather couch, a muted sunbeam streaming in through a half-open curtain. The room feels heavy with unsaid thoughts.

ZAYDAY (voice low, guarded): "My mom’s been sick for a minute now. Really bad. I left ‘cause I gotta give her a better shot… but sometimes I wonder if I’m running from the mess back home or toward something real here."

Halo looks at ZayDay carefully, choosing his words.

HALO: "I get it. Growing up where I’m from, nothing comes easy. No handouts. It’s all blood, sweat, and scraps. Parks… he’s the blueprint, but it’s up to us to build the house."

ZAYDAY (nodding slowly): "We ain’t just fighting for ourselves. Every punch, every step in that ring… it’s for everyone who ever counted us out."

Halo leans forward, eyes steady, a fire burning.

HALO: "And we’ll make sure they remember that."

HALO (CONFESSIONAL): “I have a lot of respect for ZayDay, especially knowing everything he has happening at home.”

The camera slowly pulls back, the sound of their voices fading into the quiet room.

INT. MANSION – SHADOWS’ ROOM – AFTERNOON

MILES, KEIARNA, and CAIRO sit in a sterile, fluorescent-lit room. The air is thick with exhaustion and quiet determination.

MILES (quiet, almost to himself): "Every day I wake up, I feel the gap grow... without Demetrius, without Shannade, and now Chantel, it’s like pieces of us are missing."

Keiarna’s jaw tightens.

KEIARNA: "They’re targeting Team TJ, thinking we’d break. They don’t know who we are."

Caïro’s smirk is full of menace.

CAIRO: "They think Team Parks is untouchable? They’re about to learn pain makes warriors, not victims."

They share a look, silent, unbreakable.

EXT. POOL – MIDDAY

ZAYD and SAI splash water at each other, as they play mermaids the sun blazing. Their laughter is light, but Sai’s eyes betray a conflict beneath the surface.

SAI (CONFESSIONAL, soft, conflicted): "I’m trying to focus. But there’s something… new. Confusing. Zayd is looking very attractive lately…maybe I’m having a heatstroke and I need to get out of this pool…it’s making me question everything I thought I knew."

EXT. BACKYARD – NIGHT

ZAYDAY and MILES stand apart from the others, quiet stars above.

ZAYDAY: "Being smaller? It’s a curse and a blessing. You gotta think faster, move smarter. But heart? It’s everything."

MILES: (steady, resolute)
"I’m ready to prove it."

INT. COMMON ROOM – NIGHT

HUNTER slumps on the couch, eyes distant. IZAAK sits beside him, calm.

HUNTER: "Every day it gets harder. I miss home. The familiar. This place… it’s cold."

IZAAK (quiet, firm): "Being strong doesn’t mean never feeling weak. Lean on us."

Hunter nods, grateful.

CHALLENGE DAY

EXT. TRUE NORTH WRESTLING CENTER – EARLY MORNING

The grey dawn presses down as competitors run laps, breath misting in the cold air.

INT. TRAINING CENTER – MORNING

TITLE CARD: CHALLENGE DAY – TRUE NORTH WRESTLING CENTER**

6:00 AM – Competitors arrive, stretching and jogging laps.

7:00 – 7:30 AM: WARM-UPS

* Squats, ropes, cardio. Sweat and determination fill the air.

8:00 AM – 2:00 PM: WRESTLING TRAINING

* Coaches supervise drills. Keiarna nails a clean sunset flip cover.
* Halo lands a picture-perfect Enziguri.

2:30 PM – TRAINING CENTER — AFTERNOON

HALL OF FAMERS, ALEX FAME and TORRANCE BANKS stand before the competitors, their presence commanding.

ALEX FAME: "After week one, I’m surprised to see some of you still here…I’m even more surprised to see the number disparities between the teams. Some of you still have fight left. Good. Today, it's all about factions!"

TORRANCE BANKS: "Factions aren’t numbers. They’re legacy, identity. Who you represent when the world’s watching. For this weeks challenge, as teams you will create a faction name and backstory. Once you’re done with that, you’ll put your promo skills to the test by filming a new vignette for your faction and then later tonight at the True North Center you will compete in a series of matches. All of that will be judged and graded by Fame and I as you know, the team with the highest score wins."

TEAM ANTONIO PARKS – Faction Name: Dynasty Protocol

Faction Motto: “We aren’t the future, we’re the standard.”

Backstory:

Antonio Parks, a four-time TNW World Champion and Hall of Famer, has always positioned himself as the blueprint for success. In the chaos of Faction Warfare, he handpicked individuals who he believes embody his “protocol” for dominance each one serving as a different extension of his legacy. Together, Dynasty Protocol doesn’t just aim to win; they aim to humiliate anyone who dares oppose them, forcing the TNW roster to accept their brand of superiority as law. Even the faction’s babyfaces are molded under Parks’ control, believing that aligning with greatness will elevate their careers.

Members:

ZayDay – The Voice of the Protocol, a brash mouthpiece who takes Antonio’s arrogance and pushes it into overdrive.

Janelle – The Velvet Guillotine, a ruthless manipulator who uses glamour as a weapon.

Halo – The Loyal Prodigy, the wide-eyed rookie who idolizes Antonio and sees him as a mentor.

Sevyn – The Wild Card, loyal when it suits them but always chasing the spotlight.

Zayd – The Gentleman’s Gambit, polished and respectful in manner, but lethal in competition.

Sai – The Desert Diamond, graceful yet dangerous, bringing an exotic edge to the group’s image.

TEAM CHRISTOPHER MILLER – Faction Name: The Iron Standard

Faction Motto: “Earn it, or get out of the way.”

Backstory:
Christopher Miller has built a career on hard work, grit, and proving doubters wrong. In The Iron Standard, every member is battle-tested or in the process of being forged in fire. Miller’s philosophy is simple, there’s no shortcuts, no favoritism, no buying your spot. The Iron Standard fights for respect and honor, but they’re not above throwing hands when someone crosses the line. They see Faction Warfare as the ultimate proving ground to show that a pure work ethic can still stand tall against politics, money, and ego.

Members:

Sutton – The Southern Spark, a small-town hero with a big fight in her heart.

Hunter – The Hometown Hammer, a powerhouse who hits like a freight train.

Ainsley – The District Duchess, a calculating tactician who plays the long game.

Izaak – The Silent Sentinel, stoic and unshakable, always the last to leave the fight.

Summer – The Boston Blaze, fiery and fearless, rallying the team in high-pressure moments.

TEAM TJ SHADOWS – Faction Name: The Redemption Unit.

Faction Motto: “We fight for him. We fight for us.”

Backstory:

With TJ Shadows sidelined due to Antonio Parks’ brutal attack, his team has taken on a new identity—The Redemption Unit. They’re no longer just fighting for a trophy; they’re fighting for vengeance and to honor their fallen leader. The unit’s members have rallied together, combining their personalities into a single force driven by loyalty and personal stakes. Every match they win is a message to Parks and his Dynasty Protocol that TJ Shadows’ legacy will not be erased.

Members:

Keiarna – The Heart of the Unit, emotionally charged and fiercely loyal to TJ.

Miles – The Memphis Marksman, quick, precise, and deadly accurate in the ring.

Cairo – The Sin City Maverick, unpredictable and charismatic, keeping opponents off-balance.

(Eliminated members Chantel, Demetrius, Shannade acknowledged as fallen soldiers in their cause.)

VIGNETTE 1 – DYNASTY PROTOCOL

[Cinematic black screen. Orchestral strings swell over bass. A single spotlight hits the TNW World Championship.]

ANTONIO PARKS:
"Greatness isn’t given… it’s curated."

[Camera tilts up to reveal Antonio in a black-and-gold suit. He smirks into the lens as the montage begins.]

[ZayDay – rooftop lounge.] He leans back in a leather chair, DC skyline behind him, champagne glass in hand.

ZAYDAY: "We don’t follow trends. We make the market move."

Antonio walks past, pats his shoulder. Zay smirks and clinks glasses with him.

[Janelle – limo arrival.] Paparazzi flashbulbs go off as she steps out, snapping her shades into place.

JANELLE: "You can’t touch what you can’t afford… and none of you could afford me."

She brushes past a reporter, tossing her hair.

[Halo – empty ring.] He runs a flawless chain-wrestling drill. Antonio leans on the ropes, watching.

HALO: "Every lesson I learn here… just makes me more dangerous."

Antonio nods. "Stay hungry."

Halo: "Always."

[Sevyn – balcony scene.] They flip a gold poker chip in their hand.

SEVYN: "Winning isn’t luck. It’s calculated risk… and I never bet unless I know I’m holding all the cards."

[Zayd – smoky backroom.] He shakes a promoter’s hand, adjusting his cufflinks.

ZAYD: "Gentlemen win matches. Legends win eras. We’re here for the latter."

[Sai – marble hall.] She runs her fingers across a column before turning.

SAI: "Dynasties aren’t built overnight. But destruction… can happen in seconds."

ANTONIO PARKS (V.O.):
"This is my investment portfolio… and each of them is worth more than the rest of this company combined."

[Final shot: All six in a golden haze, Antonio at the front. “DYNASTY PROTOCOL” slams onto the screen.]

VIGNETTE 2 – THE IRON STANDARD

[Sound of a heavy steel door slamming open. Christopher Miller steps through with a sledgehammer on his shoulder.]

MILLER:
"We don’t hide behind politics. We don’t buy our spots. We work for them."

[Montage begins.]

[Sutton – boxing gym.] She’s hammering the heavy bag, sweat flying.

SUTTON: "This isn’t about flash. It’s about fight."
Hunter walks past, nodding. "And you’ve got plenty of that."

[Hunter – weight room.] He pulls a massive deadlift.

HUNTER: "You can’t fake power. Either you’ve got it… or you get crushed."

[Ainsley – chalkboard.] She circles a tactic, marker squeaking.

AINSLEY: "We don’t just train our bodies… we train our minds. Every move we make is by design."

Izaak quietly nods in the background.

[Izaak – ring ropes.] His expression never changes as he runs the ropes.

IZAAK: "Precision beats chaos every time."

[Summer – house show footage.] She nails a diving crossbody, popping up to the cheers.

SUMMER: "We fight for each other. And when you fight us… you fight all of us."

MILLER (V.O.):
"This is the Iron Standard. If you can’t match it, get out of our way."

[Final shot: The team in a warehouse, sparks falling. “THE IRON STANDARD” appears in steel lettering.]

VIGNETTE 3 – THE REDEMPTION UNIT

[Black-and-white footage of TJ Shadows on the mat after losing the World Title to Parks.]

KEIARNA (V.O.):
"They thought if they took him out… we’d crumble. They were wrong."

[Montage begins.]

[Keiarna – heavy bag.] She throws blistering punches.

KEIARNA: "TJ gave me a shot when nobody else would. This fight… is for him."

Miles steps in beside her: "And for us."

[Miles – stadium steps.] He sprints upward, breathing hard.

MILES: "Every step, every rep, every second we’re in this… is one step closer to payback."

[Cairo – neon parking lot.] He shadowboxes under flickering lights.

CAIRO: "I don’t play nice. I play for keeps. And Dynasty Protocol’s about to find out."

[Locker room – TJ’s jacket on a chair.] The three gather around.

KEIARNA: "We fight for him."

MILES: "We fight for us."

[FLASHES OF THE ELIMINATED TEAM MEMBERS IN BLACK AND WHITE COME ACROSS THE SCREEN]

CAIRO: "And we don’t stop… until they fall."

[Final shot: All three place a hand on the jacket.

“THE REDEMPTION UNIT” fades in over a pounding heartbeat before silence.]

INT. DYNASTY PROTOCOL WAR ROOM

ANTONIO PARKS addresses his team around a sleek table.

ANTONIO PARKS: "This isn’t friendship. It’s dominance. Dynasty Protocol is the blueprint. Make it clear, no one rises above us."

ZAYDAY (grinning): "Let’s remind ‘em who owns this."

INT. IRON STANDARD WAR ROOM

MILLER paces.

MILLER: "No shortcuts. We earn everything."

SUMMER: "We rise and fall together."

INT. REDEMPTION UNIT WAR ROOM

KEIARNA wraps tape on fists.

TJ: "Unpredictable, relentless. Make every strike count out there."

MATCHES:

OPENER:
MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH
DYNASTY PROTOCOL (ZAYD & SAI) VERSUS IRON STANDARD (IZAAK & SUTTON)
TIME: 8:00
WINNERS: DYNASTY PROTOCOL.

MATCH TWO:
SINGLES MATCH
SEVYN (DYNASTY PROTOCOL) VERSUS SUMMER (IRON STANDARD)
TIME: 5:06
WINNER: SUMMER (IRON STANDARD)

MATCH THREE:
SINGLES MATCH
HUNTER (IRON STANDARD) VERSUS CHRISTIAN ROSE (TRUE NORTH TRAINEE)
TIME: 6:45
WINNER: HUNTER (IRON STANDARD)

MATCH FOUR:
SINGLES MATCH
AINSLEY (IRON STANDARD) VERSUS KRISTAL MARSHALL (TRUE NORTH TRAINEE)
TIME: 5:17
WINNER: AINSLEY (IRON STANDARD)

MAIN EVENT:
TRIOS MATCH
DYNASTY PROTOCOL (ZAYDAY, JANELLE & HALO) VERSUS REDEMPTION UNIT (MILES, KEIARNA & CAIRO)
TIME: 11:56
WINNERS: REDEMPTION UNIT

Challenge scores:

TEAM ANTONIO PARKS:

1. ZayDay. 9/10
2. Janelle. 5/10
3. Halo. 7.5/10
4. Sevyn. 6/10
5. Zayd. 8/10
6. Sai. 8/10

FINAL SCORE: 43.5

TEAM CHRISTOPHER MILLER:

1. Sutton. 7/10
2. Hunter. 7/10
3. Ainsley. 7/10
4. Izaak. 8/10
5. Summer. 5/10

FINAL SCORE: 34

TEAM TJ SHADOWS:

1. Keiarna. 8/10
2. Miles. 8/10
3. Cairo.9/10

FINAL SCORE: 25

AVERAGE SCORE PER COMPETITOR

Team Antonio Parks: 43.5 ÷ 6 = 7.25 average

Team Christopher Miller: 34 ÷ 5 = 6.8 average

Team TJ Shadows: 25 ÷ 3 = 8.33 average

Winner: Team TJ Shadows with an 8.33 average score.
Second: Team Antonio Parks (7.25)
Third: Team Christopher Miller (6.8)

INT. True North Center, Toronto, Ontario, Canada

The camera pans over a roaring Toronto crowd, signs waving everywhere: "TJ FOREVER", "DYNASTY PROTOCOL = FRAUD", and "IRON STANDARD = THE FUTURE".
The massive LED scoreboard above the ring glows Faction Warfare Results.

Ringside:
Commentator 1: “True North Center, you’ve been loud all night, and now it’s time to find out who walks away with this week’s challenge!”

Commentator 2: “Points have been tallied, scores normalized, and let me tell you, this one’s going to shake the power structure in Top Prospect.”

All three teams stand in the ring in their corners:

Team Antonio Parks – Dynasty Protocol: Antonio front and center with the World Championship, ZayDay smirking, Janelle brushing her hair back with disdain, Halo and Zayd looking focused, Sevyn casually leaning on the ropes, Sai smiling warmly to the crowd.

Team Christopher Miller – The Iron Standard: Miller’s got the Instant Classic title over his shoulder, Sutton bouncing in place, Hunter and Izaak stone-faced, Ainsley arms crossed, Summer looking fired up.

Team TJ Shadows – Redemption Unit: Keiarna pacing, Miles pointing at Antonio’s side, Cairo leaning forward with that confident Vegas swagger.

[Announcer steps in with the envelope]
Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen… after tonight’s challenge, the scores have been normalized for fairness across all remaining team members… and here are the results.”

The scoreboard lights up behind them.

[Scoreboard graphic appears on the big screen]

TNW FACTION WARFARE – WEEKLY CHALLENGE SCORES
LIVE FROM THE TRUE NORTH CENTER

1. TEAM TJ SHADOWS – 50 / 60
2. TEAM ANTONIO PARKS – 43.5 / 60
3. TEAM CHRISTOPHER MILLER – 40.8 / 60

Crowd reaction:
The True North Center explodes for TJ Shadows’ team, with chants of “SHA-DOWS! SHA-DOWS!”

Keiarna (Redemption Unit): “That’s how we do it for TJ! This is for the man Antonio tried to take out, and we’re coming for his whole squad next week!”

Miles: “Toronto, y’all see it! We’re climbing, and we’re not stopping until Shadows is standing tall again!”

Cairo: “Fifty out of sixty… and next week, we make it a hundred out of a hundred. Bet on it.”

Antonio Parks: “Hold up. Hold up. These people actually believe this means something? We’re still the top dogs, we still run TNW, and TJ Shadows is still sitting at home watching me shine!”
ZayDay: “Enjoy your little moment, Cairo. This time next week, I’ll make you look like a rookie who wandered into the wrong ring.”

Janelle: “Ugh. I cannot believe we have to share air with this crowd right now.”

Christopher Miller: “Second place. Third place. None of it matters. This isn’t a sprint — this is a marathon. And when it’s over, The Iron Standard will be the ones setting the pace.”
Sutton: “We’ll take our lumps, learn, and hit harder next time. Shadows, Parks — you’re both in for a fight.”

The camera catches Antonio pointing at Cairo from across the ring, mouthing “You’re done.” while Cairo smirks back. Keiarna rallies the crowd as Miller’s team exits calmly.

Commentator 1: “The battle lines are drawn, and after tonight, you can feel the momentum shifting in the True North Center.”

Commentator 2: “Faction Warfare is heating up, and next week… all hell’s going to break loose!”

[Fade to commercial]

AFTER THE CHALLENGE - INT. BACKSTAGE AREA – NIGHT

Dim, cold fluorescent lights buzz overhead. The chaotic hum of the arena seeps in through the walls, cheering crowds, distant ring bells, muffled footsteps. Amid the bustle, ZAYDAY stands alone near a corridor, catching his breath. His eyes distant, chest heaving as if he’s holding back more than fatigue.

A PRODUCER approaches quietly, careful not to break the fragile bubble around him.

PRODUCER (soft, urgent): “ZayDay... your family’s been trying to reach you. They need you. Now.”

ZAYDAY doesn’t respond immediately. His jaw tightens, muscles clenching. The producer pulls out a phone and hands it to him.

The camera shifts to handheld, shakier now, capturing the raw immediacy.

ZAYDAY presses ‘answer.’ The screen shows “Mom.” The line clicks on.

ZAYDAY’S MOTHER (voice trembling, barely a whisper): “ZayDay... it’s your brother... He’s been shot.”

The camera tightens on ZAYDAY’s face. The light catches the sudden glisten of moisture forming in his eyes…unseen yet palpable.

He closes his eyes, swallowing hard. The world around him fades into silence. The bustling sounds of the arena are muted, replaced by the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears.

ZAYDAY’s hand trembles, clutching the phone as if it’s the only lifeline left.

He opens his eyes, haunted. A long, slow breath escapes him.

No words come. None can.

The camera lingers on his expression… a storm of pain, disbelief, guilt, and resolve.

Without another word, ZAYDAY is ushered into the arena parking lot by a producer. His movements are mechanical, almost robotic, stripping away the performer’s mask to reveal the broken man beneath.

The backstage lights flicker as he moves past the PRODUCER, who watches helplessly.
The camera holds on the empty space he leaves behind a void where hope once lived.

INT. LOCKER ROOM – NIGHT

The room is dimly lit, shadows stretching across the worn benches and lockers. Sweat and anticipation still hang in the air from the recent match.

ANTONIO PARKS stands near the entrance, arms folded, jaw tight. CHRISTOPHER MILLER paces slowly, eyes fixed on the floor. TJ SHADOWS SITS WITH HIS TEAM.

The Top Prospects are gathered, restless but sensing the weight of the moment.

ANTONIO PARKS (clears throat, voice heavy): “Everyone… ZayDay isn’t here.”

The room falls into a stunned silence. Whispers stir. Some look confused, others concerned.

“He returned to the mansion a few moments ago. Said it was urgent.”

The tension tightens, like the air before a storm.

HALO (uneasy): “Did anyone say where he went?”

ANTONIO PARKS (shakes head) “Not exactly. But… we found out why.”

He steps forward, voice breaking slightly, revealing his own vulnerability.

“His brother... he’s been shot. Seriously hurt.”
The Top Prospects exhale as if punched in the gut.

IZAAK: “ No questions asked. Family comes first.”
Antonio Parks looks at his team, eyes filled with unspoken understanding.

ANTONIO PARKS (firm, resolute): “Right now, our focus has to be on keeping this team together. But due to the fact that ZayDay has left the competition, there will be no eliminations this week.”

The camera pulls back slowly, the Team Parks sinking into quiet reflection.

Some lower their heads, others close their eyes.
The weight of the unknown presses down, foreshadowing challenges to come.

ANTONIO (CONFESSIONAL): “ZayDay... he’s one of the strongest competitors in this competition. Not just in the ring, but in life. But this… this hits different. When it’s family, the rules don’t apply. The ring doesn’t matter.”

He pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I respect his choice to leave the show without explanation. He needed to be there for his brother. It’s the kind of pain you don’t prepare for, and no amount of coaching can fix it.”

His gaze drops, voice softens.

“We’re a team. We push each other, fight for each other. But sometimes, you have to fight battles no one sees… outside these walls.”
He exhales deeply, steeling himself.

“Right now, I just hope he knows... we’re not just waiting for a teammate to come back. We’re waiting for a brother.”

The camera lingers on his face, capturing a rare moment of vulnerability before fading out.

ZayDay has returned home safely to be with his family during this difficult time. Sadly, his brother has passed away shortly after.

Everyone at TNW extends their deepest condolences and stands with ZayDay in mourning this profound loss.

ROLL END CREDITS.

NEXT TIME ON TOP PROSPECT…

* Tempers flare between the women of Team Miller.
* Antonio Parks applies pressure to his team.
* Chaos erupts at the challenge.

08/02/2025

Total Non-Stop Wrestling #1000.
Venue: CNE Stadium.
Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Expected Attendance: 33,150!!!!
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Match One:
Maple Leaf Street Fight.
Jimmy Dunn versus Aries Price.
Match Two:
Singles Match.
Az**el Baal-Berith w/Echoes of Eldritch versus Garrett Davenport w/Saleisha Davenport.
Match Three:
Trios Match.
Gideon & Corleone Crime Family w/Hands of God, Gabriella Corleone & Rocco Corleone versus Emocion de la Matanza w/Cayetana Amorós..
Match Four:
Tag Team Match..
Women’s World Tag Team Championship.
© Toxic Bubblegum versus Gatekeepers.
Match Five:
Texas Deathmatch.
Women’s World Championship.
© Bailey Brooks versus Angel Kensington.
Match Six:
MAIN EVENT
Singles Match.
World Championship.
Career versus Championship.
© Antonio Parks versus Mansa Aharys.
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08/02/2025

Total Non-Stop Wrestling presents Zero Hour #5.(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.

Electric, loud, neon lights flash across the stage. A fast-paced opening video package plays featuring Zero Gravity talent in action, dives, counters, reversals, and aerial insanity all to the sounds of “God of War” by WARGASM. The Zero Hour logo smashes into place with a blast of pyrotechnics.

Match One:
Singles Match.
Justin Reyes versus Jazz w/Princeton Rose.
Winner: Justin Reyes via Pinfall.
Time: 11:42
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
[SIT DOWN INTERVIEW: AMARI WILLIAMS & ANDRÉS ZUMINGO]

The lights are dimmed, a sleek black backdrop with the “Ultima Lucha” logo glowing in red behind them. A round table sits at the center. General Manager Drake Collins is seated in a suit, exuding authority. On his left, the arrogant smirk of Andrés Zumingo, arms crossed in a leather jacket. On his right, the focused and fuming Amari Williams, in a track jacket and gloves, bouncing his leg with restless energy.

DRAKE COLLINS: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are just days away from Ultima Lucha, and one of the most anticipated matches on the card is the Mexican Street Fight between these two men: Amari Williams and Andrés Zumingo. This rivalry has escalated over the past month, backstage brawls, parking lot chaos, and personal attacks. Tonight, I want to get to the bottom of this before all hell breaks loose in the ring.”

He turns to Andrés first.

DRAKE COLLINS “Andrés, you started this. You humiliated a TNW broadcaster. You’ve blindsided Amari multiple times. Why?”

ANDRÉS ZUMINGO (smirks, leaning forward,): “Why? Because I can. Because this… niño… thinks he belongs in my world. I run the streets, I run the fight game. Six and oh in the cage. Three knockouts, three submissions. He’s just a child playing hero.”

“Amari, tú eres un juguete. Un niño que cree que puede nadar con tiburones… y yo soy el tiburón más grande.”

(“Amari, you are a toy. A kid who thinks he can swim with sharks… and I am the biggest shark.”)

He leans back, smirking arrogantly.

DRAKE COLLINS (turning to Amari): “You’ve taken the brunt of these attacks. What’s driving you to step into a Mexican Street Fight with a man this dangerous?”

AMARI WILLIAMS (clenches fists, voice firm): “I didn’t come to TNW to back down. Andrés thinks because he’s got a few wins in a cage that he can walk all over people, that he can humiliate people like Catalina and bully the locker room.”

“I was raised to stand up for myself and for others. I don’t care if it’s a street fight, a steel cage, or the middle of a parking lot…I’m not backing down. At Ultima Lucha, I’m gonna shut his mouth and prove I belong here.”

Andrés starts laughing, slow and mocking.

ANDRÉS ZUMINGO (grinning, leaning forward): “Belong here? You won’t even survive here. I will break you, Amari. I will make your family cry. And when I’m done, they’ll know…”

“Que el mundo es mío, y tú eres nada.”
(“That the world is mine, and you are nothing.”)

Amari lunges forward in his chair, but Drake shoots up a hand, keeping them separated.

DRAKE COLLINS (raising his voice): “ENOUGH! Save it for Ultima Lucha.

You’ve brawled in parking lots. You’ve brawled during entrances. But at Ultima Lucha it’s official: Mexican Street Fight. No rules. No count-outs. No mercy.

And only one of you is walking out.”

The camera slowly pushes in on each man: Andrés smirking with predatory confidence, Amari breathing heavy with rage and focus. Drake’s voice cuts through as the final soundbite.

DRAKE COLLINS (V.O.)
“Ultima Lucha… the war ends in the streets.”

FADE OUT to the Ultima Lucha logo.

Match Two:
Singles Match.
Amari Williams versus Welsh Warthog w/Crucible.
Winner: Amari Williams via Pinfall.
Time: 10:51
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
[SEGMENT: DRAKE COLLINS & THE DEATH DRAGONS]

The camera follows General Manager Drake Collins as he strides confidently down the bustling backstage hallway. Crew members scurry past with cables and lighting equipment. Suddenly, Drake stops in his tracks as he comes face to face with The Death Dragons Jimmy Dunn, Phil Corn, and Women’s World Tag Team Champion Liberty Massaro. The trio oozes confidence, Liberty resting her championship on her shoulder, Jimmy with his signature smirk, and Phil Corn bouncing with restless energy.

DRAKE COLLINS (grinning, surprised): “Well, well… The Death Dragons. Didn’t expect to see you on Zero Hour tonight. What can I do for you?”

JIMMY DUNN (grinning smugly, arms folded): “We want a match.”

DRAKE COLLINS (nodding): “Done deal. Jimmy Dunn versus - - - ”

JIMMY DUNN (cutting him off with a wave of his hand): “No, no, no. Not me. I want a match… for Phil Corn. My guy here is ready to make his official Zero Hour debut. And don’t worry, Drake, it doesn’t even have to be in the main event like that egomaniac Angélo Perez.”

Phil Corn grins wide, lisping as he bounces on his toes.

PHIL CORN: “Yeth, thir! I’ve been waiting for thith!”

DRAKE COLLINS (raising an eyebrow): “All right… Phil Corn on Zero Hour. But the question is, who’s stepping up to face him?”

Before Drake can even think, Black Diamond enters the hallway. Montrell Harris leading the way, flanked by Uhai Salinas and Saleh Khumalo. Montrell immediately locks eyes with Phil and bursts into laughter.

MONTRELL HARRIS: “Yo… THIS is who’s debuting tonight? A lil’ dude with a lisp? Man, TNW really letting anybody in now. You ain’t no Death Dragon… you a Garden Gecko!”

Phil Corn’s face turns red with anger as he steps forward, Liberty instinctively putting a hand on his chest to hold him back. Jimmy Dunn glares as the tension thickens.

JIMMY DUNN (stepping up to Montrell): “You got a real big mouth for someone hiding behind two bodyguards. Keep talking, see how fast Phil shuts it for you.”

Montrell smirks, brushing Jimmy off.

MONTRELL HARRIS: “Shut ME up? Man, I’ll make this lil’ guy disappear quicker than his S’s.”

Phil lunges forward, ready to swing, but Drake Collins immediately steps in between the two groups, throwing up his hands.

DRAKE COLLINS: “All right, that’s enough! I know how to settle this. Phil Corn versus Montrell Harris, tonight on Zero Hour!”

The crowd in the arena can be heard reacting through the walls as the announcement echoes on the PA monitors.

PHIL CORN (pumping his fist): “Yethhh! Tonight, I’m gonna knock the thmile off your fathe!”

MONTRELL HARRIS (laughs, leaning in close): “Hope you can reach me first, lil’ man.”

The two factions stare each other down as Drake walks off, shaking his head. Liberty leans down to Phil, hyping him up while Jimmy Dunn smirks at Black Diamond.

JIMMY DUNN (grinning to the camera as they walk off): “Zero Hour just became Dragon Hour, baby.”

Camera fades out on the tense standoff, the match now official for later tonight.

Match Three:
Tag Team Match.
Echoes of Eldritch w/Gadreel Grimm & Cheyenne Tozzi versus No Limit.
Winners: Echoes of Eldritch via Pinfall.
Time: 12:25
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Match Four:
Singles Match.
Montrell Harris w/Black Diamond versus Phil Corn w/Death Dragons
Winner: Phil Corn via Pinfall.
Time: 6:41
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Post Match: Black Diamond are pi**ed at ringside and look to make their way into the ring. Jimmy Dunn slides into the ring and knocks them off the apron with a sliding dropkick to both men. Jimmy then scales the turnbuckles and takes out both men with a Diving Senton.
[SEGMENT: FAMOUS FILTHY & UNCENSORED]

The camera opens on a sleek, dimly lit backstage corridor with the TNW logo glowing softly behind them. Mercy Kross and Aiden Fame stand side by side, eyes burning with intensity. The hum of the arena is faint but unmistakable in the background. Both are dressed sharp Mercy in his signature hoodie, Aiden with his custom jacket draped over one shoulder. The camera zooms in slowly.

Aiden Fame: “Since the moment we returned to TNW, the message has been clear: Famous Filthy Uncensored are here to dominate every corner of this company. Seven matches. Seven wins. No losses. No slip-ups. No mercy for anyone who stands in our way.”

He pauses, scanning the camera with a smug grin.

“This streak isn’t a coincidence. It’s the result of years of blood, sweat, and grind. Mercy and I? We’re more than a team. We’re a force. A storm that’s been brewing, and now it’s time to unleash the chaos.”

Mercy Kross: “To the Zero Gravity Division…you’ve watched us soar, watched us dismantle opponent after opponent with precision and raw power. Every leap, every strike, every submission, it’s been a statement. We’re not just contenders in the air; we own every inch of the ring.”

He gestures, emphasizing his words with controlled intensity.

“And to the Tag Team Division, where legends rise and fall, we’ve been the nightmare lurking in the shadows. No team has chemistry like ours, no duo has the hunger or the skill to match what we bring night after night.”

Aiden Fame: “And then there’s the Corleone Crime Family. The so-called kings holding the World Tag Team Championships. They’ve ruled this division for too long, thinking the throne is untouchable.”

His eyes narrow with calculated menace.

“Well, they don’t know what’s coming. Because Famous Filthy Uncensored aren’t here to play the game, we’re here to rewrite it. We’re coming straight for those titles, and we won’t stop until those belts hang around our waists.”

Mercy Kross: “We don’t want just a shot, we demand a reckoning. Every tag team in this company better be ready for the storm. Because when Mercy Kross and Aiden Fame step into the ring, it’s more than a match…it’s a statement. A declaration that the future of tag team wrestling is being forged right here, right now.”

He leans in closer to the camera, voice low and deadly serious.

“The days of the Corleones sitting comfortably at the top are numbered. The air they breathe in that championship spotlight is about to get thick with the smoke of defeat.”

Aiden Fame: “And to the Zero Gravity Champions and contenders flying high, don’t get comfortable up there. Because when we decide to land, it won’t be gentle. We’re coming down hard, ready to shake the very foundations of TNW.”

He smiles coldly, voice dripping with confidence.

“So here’s the truth: Famous Filthy Uncensored have arrived. We’re undefeated. We’re relentless. And we’re coming for everything. The Zero Gravity Division. The Tag Team Division. The World Tag Team Championships.”

Mercy Kross points directly into the camera with a fierce grin. “Get ready. The next era of tag team wrestling isn’t coming. It’s already here. And it’s us.”

The camera zooms in on both their faces, Mercy’s smirk and Aiden’s piercing glare, as the TNW theme pulses in the background. The segment fades out with a final shot of the two walking down the hallway, confident and unstoppable.

Match Five:
Singles Match - REMATCH.
Espiritu de Lucha versus Andrés Zumingo.
Time: 3:55
Winner: Andres Zumingo via Submission.
Post Match:

The arena lights dim slightly, the tension still thick after the brutal 3:55 battle. The camera zooms in on the squared circle where Andrés Zumingo has Espiritu de Lucha locked in a punishing submission hold. Espiritu’s face twists in agony, his masked identity strained against the unrelenting pressure. The crowd is a chorus of shouts, a mix of boos and cheers fueling the moment.

The referee steps in, voice urgent and firm.

“Break the hold, Andrés! Tap out, Espiritu! Come on, break it!”

Espiritu’s body trembles, muscles tightening in resistance. The referee’s count is deliberate, insistent, his hands poised to intervene if Andrés refuses.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Andrés loosens his grip. Espiritu gasps for air, collapsing to the mat, clutching his masked face.

The crowd erupts with surprised cheers and chants as Andrés suddenly yanks off Espiritu’s mask with a sharp, violent motion. The shockwaves hit the audience instantly revealing the man beneath the mask. But he quickly ducks behind his own hands. The crowd’s noise swells, a chaotic mixture of shock, approval, and disbelief.

The referee immediately hands Espiritu a white towel, shielding the unmasked identity from the crowd’s invasive gaze.

Andrés steps back, chest rising, face dripping with smug satisfaction. His eyes scan the crowd, feeding on the electricity of the moment. The referee guides him firmly toward the aisle, escorting the heel out of the ring and quickly down the ramp.

Espiritu, still covered, sits up slowly, the weight of exposure heavy on his shoulders as the spotlight dims.

The broadcast cuts to the crowd roaring, the energy of the arena electric with what just transpired…Andrés Zumingo’s cunning ruthlessness stamped clearly in this ruthless victory.

{SEGMENT: DEATH DRAGONS]

The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage hallway. Rebecca Kline stands poised, microphone in hand. Behind her, The Death Dragons Phil Corn, Jimmy Dunn, and Liberty Massaro—stand confidently, each radiating intensity.

Rebecca Kline: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with The Death Dragons fresh off another dominating night. Phil, congratulations on your win tonight. Walk us through your mindset and what that victory means for you.”

Phil Corn (Smirks, adjusting his jacket): “Thankth, Rebecca. Tonight wath about sending a methsage, one I don’t need to repeat. Every time I thepth in that ring, I prove why I’m not juth a competitor, but a force. My win ithn’t juth a checkmark on the board; it’sth a declaration. Nobody outworksth me, nobody outlasths me. Thith is only the beginning.”

Rebecca Kline (Turns to Jimmy Dunn): “Jimmy, you have one of the most brutal matches scheduled for TNW 1000, a Maple Leaf Street Fight against Aries Price. What’s going through your mind heading into that?”

Jimmy Dunn (Leans forward, eyes sharp.): “Maple Leaf Street Fight? Aries Price better prepare himself. I’ve been waiting for this moment. This isn’t just about winning; it’s about punishing. At TNW 1000, I’ll break every rule, every bone if I have to. Aries thinks he’s ready? He’s dead wrong. I’m coming for him, and I’m bringing everything I’ve got.”

Rebecca Kline (Looks to Liberty Massaro with a knowing smile): “And Liberty, you’re the Women’s World Tag Team Champion and part of this lethal faction. What can your fans expect from you moving forward?”

Liberty Massaro:(Crosses her arms, voice cold and commanding): “Domination isn’t a moment, it’s a lifestyle. I didn’t earn this title by playing nice, and I won’t keep it by backing down. Every woman in TNW who thinks she can challenge me will learn what it means to face The Death Dragons. I’m not here to participate…I’m here to conquer, and that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

Rebecca Kline: “Strong words from all of you. Thank you for your time. The Death Dragons are clearly on a path to rewrite the rules of this company.”

The camera pulls back as The Death Dragons exchange confident glances, then walk off together, leaving an unmistakable aura of menace in their wake.
Match Six:
Singles Match.
Bello Sanchez w/ Emoción de la Matanza versus Dondré Powell w/Luca LeCroix.
Winner: Bello Sanchez via Pinfall.
Time: 11:25
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️.⭐️
[SEGMENT: FORMULA FLIGHT]

The camera fades in from a highlight reel of Formula Flight’s debut. Clips of their 20:55 classic against No Limit flash across the screen: Rhys Everhart’s springboard moonsault DDT, El Infinito’s corkscrew Spanish Fly, the seamless double-team transitions that left the crowd on its feet. The reel ends with the image of Rhys pinning his opponent for the three-count, the crowd roaring. The shot cuts to TNW’s backstage interview set where the team stands in full gear, still carrying the energy of that night.

Rhys Everhart stands in front, breathing controlled but his eyes shining with excitement. El Infinito stands to his right, his mask reflecting the overhead lights, silent but commanding presence radiating calm intensity. A low hum of the live crowd can be heard through the concrete walls, grounding the moment.

Rhys Everhart, with a sharp inhale, voice filled with passion: “Twenty minutes. Fifty-five seconds. That’s what it took for Formula Flight to make a statement in our TNW debut. No Limit came to fight and we respect that but they became the first example of what happens when the formula is applied. Precise. Calculated. Flawless.”

He motions to his partner, then back to the camera.

“You saw it last week. The seamless transitions. The risk and reward perfectly balanced. Infinito and I have spent years, YEARS, crafting this. While other teams were looking for shortcuts, we were putting in the work. We were building something bigger than hype. Something that cannot fail. The formula never fails.”

El Infinito: “What you saw last week… was the first solution. Twenty minutes of proof that every opponent is just a variable waiting to be solved. In the ring, nothing is random. Every strike, every hold, every leap from those ropes…it is part of an equation that ends the same way, every time.”

He takes one slow step forward, his gloved hand pointing directly into the lens.

“And now, we expand that formula to the entire TNW roster.”

Rhys Everhart: “To the men in the Heritage Cup Tournament, you pride yourselves on tradition, on technique, on the grind of outwrestling your opponent. I grew up studying that game. I live that game. And with Infinito at my side, there isn’t a chain wrestler in this company who can break our rhythm. If either of us enters that bracket, we will dissect it like a textbook one round at a time until the trophy is in our hands.”

El Infinito: “To the Zero Gravity Division… the air is crowded, but the sky belongs to us. You flip, you spin, you fly and the people love it. But the difference between flight and freefall… is calculation. Every rotation we make is measured. Every landing is exact. If you dare test us in your skies, we will make the heavens our home and send your flight paths crashing back to earth.”

He makes a subtle spinning gesture with his fingers, mimicking the rotation of his corkscrew attacks.

Rhys Everhart: “And the Tag Team Division, let’s talk. We saw the champions holding their belts tight like they’re safe. We saw the other teams watching our debut like they weren’t sure if we were hype or history. Well, last week answered that question. History has arrived. We’re not just another team to fill the card. We’re not here to make friends or chase highlights. We are here to change the standard for what tag team wrestling is supposed to be.”

Rhys’s tone deepens as he steps closer to the camera, his expression locked in determination.

“We move as one. We think as one. When we step into that ring, it’s a closed circuit, two minds, one purpose. You don’t break us with power. You don’t beat us with speed. You don’t outsmart the formula. Because the formula adapts… and the formula never fails.”

El Infinito: “Champions, contenders, flyers, grapplers… listen carefully. We are not the future, we are the calculation you didn’t see coming. And we will solve every single variable this company puts in front of us.”

He raises one hand, mimicking the sharp motion of a checkmark.

“Final answer.”

Rhys Everhart: “Formula Flight has arrived. And to every division in TNW, Heritage Cup. Zero Gravity. Tag Team. Remember this moment. Because from this point forward… every match, every move, every victory… has already been solved.”

The two bump forearms in unison, their timing flawless, and stare into the lens with unwavering focus. The camera slowly pulls back, catching the full image of the team as the screen fades to black, leaving the echo of Rhys’s words and the pulse of the arena in the distance.

Match Seven:
Trios Match.
Wet Dreamz versus Ricky, Dicky & Smitty.
Winners: Wet Dreamz via Pinfall.
Time: 16:45
Rating:⭐️⭐️⭐️.
[SEGMENT: DDJ]

The camera opens on a gritty gym space backstage. Sweat drips from the heavy bags hanging in the background. DDJ, wearing training gear with his custom leather jacket draped over a bench nearby, stands center frame, focused and intense. The sounds of punches and kicks echo faintly.

DDJ: “Five. Five matches. Five wins. That’s what happens when you stop looking at everyone else and start focusing on one thing…yourself. I took a five-year detour. I walked away from this business, chasing something else, modeling, acting, the lights and cameras…but none of that filled the void.”

He pauses, clenching his fists.

“I came back to wrestling because this is what I’m made for. This is where I belong. Not some runway or silver screen, but right here in the ring…where every strike, every hold, every moment counts. I refined my craft. Learned to mix the brutality with the precision, the showmanship with the submission. That’s how ‘The Rabid Bloodhound’ was reborn.”

DDJ’s eyes narrow with a steely resolve.

“Five wins in a row isn’t luck. It’s a statement. And I’m not stopping. Not while there’s a target on my list…the Zero Gravity Champion, Gideon. Gideon, you’re floating around like you own the skies, but I’m coming for you. Not to fly, but to ground you. To make you tap, to make you remember what it means to face real hunger in this ring.”

He leans forward, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“Zero Gravity... get ready to fall.”

DDJ smirks, picks up his jacket, and slips it on, the diamond studs catching the light as the segment fades out.

Match Eight:
Singles Match.
Saint Davenport versus Todd Santos.
Winner: Todd Santos via Pinfall.
Time: 25:59
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ½
MAIN EVENT:
Match Nine.
Ladder Match.
Zero-Gravity Championship.
(C) Gideon versus Princeton Rose.
Winner: Gideon.
Time: 34:00
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ½
Post Match: Emoción de la Matanza are seen watching from their private sky box.

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