“VALOR: CROWNED IN FIRE”
Venue:
United Center – Chicago, Illinois
Bigger than Show 1. Louder. Meaner. Every seat filled. The building buzzes with anticipation because everyone knows—champions will be crowned tonight.
Commentary:
- Excalibur
- Nigel McGuinness
- Mauro Ranallo
Mauro opens the broadcast:
“Three shows ago, Valor Wrestling was a promise. Tonight, it becomes a legacy.”
The championships are displayed at ringside. The World Title sits highest, but the Tag and North American Titles look just as coveted. No filler. No comedy. Just stakes.
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
SEMIFINAL
Gallus vs G.O.D (Tama Tonga & Tanga Loa)
This match is pure hostility.
Gallus enter first, stone-faced and methodical. They don’t react to the crowd. G.O.D follow with swagger and menace, jawing at fans and Gallus alike. This feels like it could collapse into a riot at any moment.
The bell rings and chaos follows instantly. Tama Tonga explodes with strikes—rapid chops, headbutts, and a snap suplex on Mark Coffey. Joe Coffey responds with brute strength, flattening Tama with a massive lariat that turns him inside out.
Gallus work like predators. They isolate Tanga Loa, using quick tags and grinding offense—short-arm clotheslines, body slams, and relentless corner attacks. G.O.D respond the only way they know how: violence. Tama rakes the eyes, bites Joe Coffey’s forehead, and throws Mark into the steel steps outside.
Mid-match, the fight spills to the floor. All four men brawl, referees losing control. Tama Tonga hits a running hip attack that drives Joe Coffey into the barricade. Tanga Loa follows with a massive apron powerbomb that leaves Mark Coffey screaming.
The crowd is split—half cheering the chaos, half booing the tactics.
The finish comes fast and dirty. Gallus go for All the Best for the Bells, but Tama shoves Joe Coffey into the referee. With the official down, Tama spits mist into Mark Coffey’s eyes. Tanga Loa hits Apeshit immediately after. Referee recovers just in time.
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Two.
Three.
G.O.D advance, hated and dangerous.
Winners: G.O.D
SEMIFINAL
Moose & Shane Taylor vs War Raiders (Erik & Ivar)
This is a war. No other word fits.
War Raiders enter first, focused, war paint on. Moose and Shane Taylor follow, looking like an execution squad. The bell rings and the ring shakes immediately.
Moose and Erik start with a test of strength that explodes into shoulder blocks. Neither man budges. Shane Taylor tags in and unloads on Ivar with clubbing forearms and a massive senton. Moose follows with a powerbomb that nearly ends it early.
War Raiders rally with sheer brutality. Erik hits a massive exploder on Taylor. Ivar flattens Moose with a spinning heel kick that shocks the crowd. The pace is relentless—no rest, no slowing down.
Mid-match, Moose becomes a problem. He spears Erik nearly in half. Shane Taylor hits a splash that gets a 2.9 count. Ivar saves the match at the last possible second, dragging his partner out of danger.
The finish is carnage. War Raiders attempt Ragnarok on Taylor, but Moose spears Erik again. Taylor hits a massive piledriver on Erik. Moose hooks the leg.
Ivar dives to break the pin.
The crowd is losing its mind.
In the chaos, Ivar catches Moose with a sudden spinning kick. Erik sacrifices himself again, tackling Taylor to the floor. Ivar climbs to the top rope and hits a doomsault on Moose.
One.
Two.
Three.
The War Raiders survive.
Winners: War Raiders
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP FINAL: G.O.D vs War Raiders
The tension in the arena is palpable as G.O.D make their entrance, swaggering with a sense of entitlement. Tama Tonga smirks, cracking jokes and taunting the crowd, while Tanga Loa glances confidently at the ring. Across the aisle, the War Raiders—Erik and Ivar—enter in stoic silence, their eyes locked on their opponents, muscles coiled like predators ready to strike. This isn’t just a match; it’s a clash of philosophy: calculated cunning versus unrelenting savagery.
The bell rings. G.O.D immediately go to work, isolating Erik, using underhanded tactics to chop down his leg and slow the big man. Tama constantly peppers the referee with complaints, giving Tanga Loa opportunities to stomp and choke Erik in the corner. The crowd boos heavily, but the strategy is methodical—keep Erik grounded, and the War Raiders are neutralized. Erik valiantly fights back with hard strikes, but every comeback is met with calculated G.O.D double-teams.
Then, the momentum shifts. Ivar tags in, and the arena erupts. The big man explodes with kinetic energy—handspring elbows to Tanga Loa, a seated senton that flattens Tama, and a spectacular suicide dive to the floor that sends both Loa and Tonga sprawling into the front row barrier. The crowd is on its feet as Ivar demonstrates not just athleticism, but controlled chaos—every move executed with the ferocity of a man possessed. The intensity of this match escalates: near-falls, jaw-dropping counters, and a high-risk sequence where Erik slams Tanga Loa through a table outside the ring, leaving Tama temporarily incapacitated.
As the match nears its climax, G.O.D attempt their trademark mist spot, the crowd rising in anticipation. But Erik anticipates it perfectly, booting Tama Tonga square in the face as the referee checks on Tanga. In one fluid motion, Erik hoists Tanga, and the War Raiders deliver Ragnarok in the center of the ring. The impact reverberates through the arena. Erik covers, Ivar keeps Tama down, and the referee counts one… two… three!
The crowd explodes. Smoke, pyrotechnics, and the roar of thousands elevate the moment. War Raiders rise, battered, bloodied, but triumphant—Valor Wrestling’s first Tag Team Champions. Their victory is a masterclass in resilience, teamwork, and unbridled intensity. Tama Tonga crawls to his corner in disbelief as the Raiders hoist the belts, a violent yet honorable coronation that cements this match as a classic.
Winners and NEW Tag Team Champions: WAR RAIDERS
NORTH AMERICAN TITLE TOURNAMENT
QUARTERFINAL
Mark Briscoe vs Chad Gable
The opening bell reveals two opposite energies. Briscoe is wild, loose, feeding off the crowd. Gable is tight, composed, already thinking two steps ahead. Gable controls the early minutes with crisp chain wrestling—arm drags, waistlocks, and repeated ankle picks that frustrate Briscoe and force him to slow down.
Briscoe breaks rhythm the only way he knows how: violence. A sudden forearm rocks Gable, followed by a corner boot and a flying elbow that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Gable immediately pivots, targeting Briscoe’s leg with dragon screws and a grounded single-leg crab, clearly planning for the later rounds.
The match becomes gritty. Briscoe fights through the leg damage, landing a fisherman buster and a diving elbow for a near fall. Gable attempts Chaos Theory, but Briscoe flips through, stumbles on the bad leg—then plants Gable with a sudden Jay Driller.
Briscoe collapses after the pin, knowing the damage may haunt him.
Winner: Mark Briscoe
QUARTERFINAL
Montez Ford vs Kyle Fletcher
This is speed versus cruelty.
Ford starts fast, dazzling with dropkicks, a springboard crossbody, and constant movement that keeps Fletcher chasing. Fletcher stays calm, absorbing punishment while waiting for an opening. When he gets it, the tone shifts sharply—Fletcher catches Ford mid-air and drives him into the mat with a snap spinebuster.
Fletcher targets Ford’s ribs relentlessly. Stiff kicks, short-arm forearms, and a brutal snap suplex slow Ford’s pace. Ford rallies with heart, landing a superkick and a standing shooting star press that nearly steals the match.
The turning point comes when Ford attempts From the Heavens. Fletcher rolls away and immediately snaps Ford down with a vicious superkick, followed by a sheer-drop brainbuster. Fletcher doesn’t rush the cover—he hooks deep, making sure.
Ford kicks out at two—but he’s done.
Fletcher delivers one more brainbuster to end it.
Winner: Kyle Fletcher
QUARTERFINAL
Oba Femi vs Jeff Cobb
This feels like a collision of inevitabilities.
Cobb uses experience early, throwing Femi with release suplexes and grounding him with tight waistlocks. Femi absorbs everything, rising each time with growing intensity. When Femi finally fires back, it’s explosive—a massive spinebuster and a running uppercut that staggers Cobb for the first time.
Cobb responds with a standing moonsault and a delayed gutwrench suplex, trying to sap Femi’s power. The crowd buzzes as Cobb attempts Tour of the Islands—but Femi counters mid-spin, dropping his weight and exploding upward with a pop-up powerbomb.
Cobb barely kicks out.
Moments later, Cobb charges again. Femi catches him clean and delivers a devastating sit-out powerbomb, folding Cobb in half.
There is no kickout.
Winner: Oba Femi
QUARTERFINAL
Trick Williams vs Joe Hendry
Charisma fills the arena as both men soak in the crowd. Hendry uses power early—shoulder tackles, a fallaway slam, and a standing splash that earns a near fall. Trick stays patient, using footwork and timing to avoid prolonged exchanges.
Hendry nearly ends it with Standing Ovation, but Trick rolls through and fires back with sharp knee strikes. Trick’s confidence turns into control—he lands a jumping neckbreaker and a big boot that cuts Hendry down.
The finish is sudden. Hendry charges again, crowd behind him—Trick steps in and lands Trick Shot flush.
That’s it.
Winner: Trick Williams
Semifinal 1: Kyle Fletcher vs Mark Briscoe
The arena is electric as Kyle Fletcher and Mark Briscoe make their entrances for the first semifinal. Fletcher, known for his technical prowess and brutal strikes, carries the confidence of a man hungry to claim the first North American title. Briscoe, the brawling veteran with decades of experience, steps in with a glare that has unnerved opponents across the continent. From the opening bell, it’s clear this will be a battle of contrasting styles: Fletcher’s precision versus Briscoe’s raw aggression.
Briscoe charges immediately, catching Fletcher off-guard with a series of forearm shots and running lariats. Fletcher absorbs the punishment and retaliates with methodical counters—a devastating arm drag here, a bridging German suplex there—showcasing his technical mastery. The crowd roars as Fletcher hits a series of dropkicks, keeping Briscoe off balance, but Briscoe’s toughness is undeniable. He absorbs Fletcher’s attacks and responds with his signature power moves, including a brutal clothesline that rattles Fletcher across the ring.
Midway through the match, Fletcher shifts the momentum with a calculated sequence: a snap suplex, a springboard knee strike, and finally, a crisp European uppercut that leaves Briscoe staggered. Briscoe fights back valiantly, but Fletcher’s endurance and ring IQ begin to show. In a decisive moment, Fletcher counters a Briscoe lariat attempt with a devastating cradle German suplex, bridging for the pin. The referee counts three, and Fletcher emerges victorious, booking his place in the finals. The crowd cheers wildly as Fletcher stands tall, battered but triumphant, proving his technical and strategic superiority while respecting the sheer heart of Mark Briscoe.
Winner: Kyle Fletcher
Semifinal 2: Oba Femi vs Trick Williams
The second semifinal is a clash of high-flying speed and raw power. Oba Femi enters first, exuding charisma and athleticism, ready to demonstrate why he’s one of the rising stars of North American wrestling. Trick Williams follows, confident and calculating, promising a blend of cunning tactics and explosive offense. As the bell rings, Trick takes the early advantage, using his agility to evade Femi’s attacks and deliver stiff strikes to the chest and shoulders. Femi, though, responds with lightning-fast counters, hitting a series of standing moonsaults that leave the crowd gasping.
The match escalates into a fast-paced spectacle, with both men trading momentum. Trick Williams lands a picture-perfect spinebuster, but Femi shows his resilience by powering out of the pin attempt. Femi begins to target Williams’ legs, slowing down the high-flyer’s mobility and limiting his aerial attacks. Despite this strategy, Williams finds opportunities to connect with springboard moves and explosive dropkicks, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.
In the climactic moments, Femi anticipates a springboard crossbody from Williams, catching him mid-air with a devastating powerbomb that shakes the ring. Femi then ascends to the top rope, delivering a flawless 450 splash that lands perfectly, leaving Williams unable to kick out. The referee counts three, and Oba Femi secures his spot in the finals. The crowd erupts as Femi celebrates, acknowledging Williams’ incredible effort. This match proves Femi’s combination of speed, power, and strategy is a lethal formula, setting the stage for a thrilling final.
Winner: Oba Femi
Final: Kyle Fletcher vs Oba Femi
The arena is at a fever pitch for the finals. Kyle Fletcher and Oba Femi stand across from each other, each vying to become the inaugural North American champion. Fletcher, the calculating technician, contrasts sharply with Femi, the explosive powerhouse with aerial mastery. The bell rings, and both men cautiously circle, testing each other with quick strikes and holds. Fletcher attempts to ground Femi early with an arm submission, but Femi uses his agility to escape and counters with a high-speed running dropkick that sends Fletcher into the corner.
The match swings back and forth, with Fletcher focusing on precision strikes and technical holds, while Femi unleashes powerful clotheslines and high-risk maneuvers. At one point, Fletcher lands a German suplex that rattles Femi, only for Femi to respond with a breathtaking moonsault from the top rope, landing flush. The crowd is on its feet as both men push their limits. Fletcher targets Femi’s shoulders to weaken him for a finishing submission, but Femi demonstrates his resilience, countering with a spinebuster that leaves Fletcher dazed.
In the final moments, Fletcher attempts a running knee strike, but Femi dodges and ascends the top rope, executing a perfectly timed 450 splash. Fletcher kicks out at two! Femi’s exhaustion is visible, but he channels his remaining energy into a decisive powerbomb, bridging for the pin. The referee counts three, and the arena erupts in celebration. Oba Femi is crowned the first-ever North American champion. Both men lie in the ring, battered and exhausted, but Femi rises to his feet, holding the title aloft as confetti rains down. His combination of athleticism, resilience, and heart has made him a deserving inaugural champion, and the crowd knows this is the start of a legendary journey.
Winner and First North American Champion: Oba Femi
WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT FINAL
Jacob Fatu vs Konosuke Takeshita
This match feels historic before the bell even rings.
Jacob Fatu enters first. No music flourish. No theatrics. Just controlled menace. The crowd buzzes nervously. Konosuke Takeshita follows, composed, respectful, but unshaken. Two men from completely different worlds—now standing on the same battlefield.
The bell rings.
Fatu explodes first—hip attack, headbutt, and a Samoan drop that shakes the ring. Takeshita rolls through, immediately recalibrating. He targets Fatu’s base with sharp kicks, trying to chop the monster down early.
Fatu adapts quickly. He catches a kick and launches Takeshita with a release German suplex that sends him skidding across the mat. Fatu stalks him, crushing him with a running senton for a close two count.
Takeshita refuses to panic. He fires back with blistering elbows—one, two, three in succession—forcing Fatu to retreat for the first time in the tournament. Takeshita hits a Blue Thunder Bomb. 2.9.
The crowd believes.
Fatu responds with savagery. He headbutts Takeshita so hard both men stagger. He hits a pop-up Samoan drop and immediately climbs to the top rope—connecting with a massive double-jump moonsault.
Takeshita barely kicks out.
Shock ripples through the arena.
Fatu grows frustrated. He attempts to overwhelm Takeshita, but that’s when the match turns. Takeshita counters a corner charge into a sudden wheelbarrow German suplex, dropping Fatu on his neck. He follows with a running knee that drops the Samoan monster to one knee.
Takeshita smells blood.
He unloads—elbows, knees, pure aggression. He lifts Fatu and hits a thunderous power drive knee. The referee counts.
One.
Two—
FATU KICKS OUT.
The arena erupts.
Fatu rises slowly, staring at Takeshita with fury. He absorbs a roaring elbow and laughs. He headbutts Takeshita out of his boots and locks him in a crushing body vice, draining his strength.
Fatu lifts Takeshita for the finish—but Takeshita counters mid-lift, slipping behind and delivering a sudden German suplex. He follows with another knee strike.
Both men are down.
They rise together, trading forearms in the center of the ring. The crowd is deafening. Takeshita hits one final running knee, then lifts Fatu with everything he has and delivers one more power drive knee.
Fatu collapses.
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Two.
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Silence.
Then pandemonium.
Konosuke Takeshita has just done the impossible.
**Winner and FIRST-EVER VALOR WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION:
KONOSUKE TAKESHITA**
Takeshita collapses to his knees, overwhelmed. The title is handed to him. He doesn’t celebrate wildly—he simply bows his head, holding the belt like it weighs a thousand pounds.
Valor Wrestling’s first champion isn’t the most violent.
He isn’t the loudest.
He’s the best.
And the era begins. 👑🔥
