The bell rang, and Dylan's voice rang out over the commentary.
Dylan: "Here we go! Evelyn Sharma is stepping up to the plate for this surprise challenge against the IRW Women's Champion, Tracey Prince!"
Noah: "This is a bold move from Evelyn, Dylan. She's young, eager, and hasn't faced this level of competition yet. But Tracey? She's held that title for a reason. If Evelyn isn't careful, this could end quickly."
In the crowd, Luke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Finally, something exciting," he muttered, his eyes glued to the ring. Tony nodded beside him, a wide grin on his face.
Dylan: "Evelyn isn't wasting any time—she's charging in!"
Evelyn burst out of her corner, catching Tracey off guard with a flurry of forearms. The crowd erupted, rallying behind her.
Noah: "Whoa! Evelyn's bringing the heat right from the start! Look at her go!"
Dylan: "The rookie is showing no fear—Tracey's on the back foot!"
Luke slapped Tony on the shoulder. "Dude, listen to this crowd! They're really into it!"
Tony smirked. "I told you—this new girl is already making waves."
As Tracey regained her composure, she landed a sharp knee to Evelyn's gut and sent her crashing into the corner.
Dylan: "And there's that experience advantage. Tracey just needs one chance."
Noah: "You can really see the champion's composure here. She's taking her time, controlling the pace."
Tracey hit a running clothesline in the corner, then pulled Evelyn down with a snap suplex. Standing tall, she raised her arms and smirked at the booing crowd.
Dylan: "That's classic Tracey Prince—just soaking it all in, whether you love her or hate her."
Noah: "She's got the swagger to back up her talent, Dylan. That's why she's at the top."
In the audience, Luke shook his head. "Wow, she's really full of herself."
Tony chuckled. "Maya's gonna take that smirk right off her face soon enough."
The match went on—Evelyn fought back with fierce strikes, dodging a big boot and springboarding off the ropes for a crossbody that knocked Tracey down. The crowd erupted.
Dylan: "What a beautiful crossbody from Evelyn Sharma! She's going for the cover!"
Noah: "One! Two!—No! Tracey kicks out!"
The underdog seized the moment, landing a running dropkick that sent Tracey sprawling. She set her up for a DDT—
Dylan: "Evelyn's got her lined up—DDT! This could be the turning point!"
Noah: "Cover her!"
Evelyn leaped onto Tracey for the pin, the referee's hand slapping the mat—
Dylan: "One! Two—Tracey reverses! She's got her rolled up!"
Noah: "She flipped it!"
Dylan: "One! Two! Three! Tracey steals the win!"
The bell rang as Tracey rolled away, smirking while clutching her title. Evelyn slammed the mat in frustration, glaring at Tracey.
Noah: "You can really see the champion's composure here. She's taking her time, controlling the pace."
Tracey hit a running clothesline in the corner, then pulled Evelyn down with a snap suplex. Standing tall, she raised her arms and smirked at the booing fans.
Dylan: "That's classic Tracey Prince—she knows how to soak in the reaction, whether you love her or hate her."
Noah: "She's got the swagger to match her skill, Dylan. That's what keeps her at the top."
In the audience, Luke shook his head. "Man, she's so cocky."
Tony grinned. "Just wait until Maya wipes that smirk off her face."
Noah: "And there it is! Tracey Prince with a veteran move, reversing the pin and keeping her title!"
Evelyn lunged forward, furious, but Tracey kicked her square in the face, sending her crashing down. The crowd gasped as Tracey stood tall again, holding her championship high.
Luke groaned. "Ugh, what a cheap win."
Tony smirked knowingly. "Just wait."
Suddenly, Maya Hart's music blared through the arena, and the crowd erupted.
Dylan: "Hold on! That's Maya Hart!"
Maya walked onto the stage with a mic, her trademark sneer on full display.
Maya: "That's your champion? Beating rookies and calling herself the best? Pathetic!"
The crowd roared, a mix of boos and cheers. Tracey shouted back from the ring, gesturing for her to come down. Maya slowly made her way down the ramp, her voice cutting through the noise.
Maya: "You're all ego, Tracey! You hide behind that belt because deep down, you know you can't beat someone like me!"
Luke jumped to his feet, eyes wide. "Oh man, here we go!"
Tracey turned to the crowd, raising her arms as if to ask, Do you want me to shut her up? The arena erupted in approval, chants of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" echoing.
And then—Maya struck.
She lunged forward and punched Tracey square in the face.
The crowd exploded as Tracey stumbled back, dropping her title. The two women clashed, throwing wild punches, hair flying as referees and backstage officials rushed to separate them.
Dylan exclaimed, "It's total chaos in the ring! Maya just knocked out the champion!"
Noah added, "Security's rushing in now, trying to break them up, but this is pure pandemonium!"
In the stands, Luke yelled over the commotion, "This is wild! IRW hasn't been this exciting in years!"
Tony crossed his arms with a smirk. "I told you, man. Maya's about to shake up this whole division."
As the officials struggled to separate Maya and Tracey, both women continued to shout at each other, while the crowd roared in approval. For the first time in ages, Harborview was buzzing about IRW again.
Luke turned to Tony, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "If this is the direction things are going, I'm not missing a single show."
Tony nodded in agreement. "Same here. Maya versus Tracey? That's a must-see event."
Backstage, Vince watched the monitor, a slow, satisfied smile creeping across his face. Step two was done. The fire had been ignited.