“VALOR: NO HOLDING BACK”
Venue:
Nationwide Arena – Columbus, Ohio
A bigger building than Show 1, packed wall-to-wall. The crowd feels rougher, louder, more hostile. This isn’t a proving ground anymore—this is where reputations get broken.
Commentary Team:
- Excalibur – Play-by-play
- Nigel McGuinness – Color
- Mauro Ranallo – Lead voice, dialing the intensity up another notch
Mauro opens the show with:
“There is no safety net in Valor Wrestling. Tonight, careers change forever.”
Motor City Machine Guns (Alex Shelley & Chris Sabin) vs Moose & Shane Taylor
This match is speed and legacy versus mass and violence.
Moose and Shane Taylor enter first, flanked by pure intimidation. Moose looks like a walking catastrophe—focused, silent, dangerous. Taylor is barking at the crowd, daring anyone to doubt them. This team looks thrown together on paper, but unified by brutality.
Then come the Machine Guns. Shelley and Sabin get one of the loudest reactions of the night. Veterans. Innovators. Men who helped define modern tag wrestling. But tonight, they look aware: this might be their toughest test yet.
The opening minutes are frantic. MCMG use speed immediately—quick tags, double-teams, low dropkicks to Moose’s knee, and rapid-fire arm drags on Shane Taylor. Shelley targets Moose’s arm, knowing neutralizing the power is key.
But one mistake changes everything.
Sabin goes for a springboard crossbody and Moose catches him mid-air and launches him with a release powerslam that gets an audible gasp. Moose tags Taylor, and suddenly the match shifts violently. Taylor brutalizes Sabin with corner splashes, short-arm headbutts, and heavy sentons. Moose stands on the apron like a loaded gun waiting to fire.
The Guns fight back with experience. Shelley creates separation with a sudden dragon screw on Taylor, then tags Sabin who hits a desperation tornado DDT. The crowd rallies as the Guns hit stereo baseball slides and a double kick that sends Moose to the floor.
Momentum swings wildly. Shelley locks Moose in a cross-arm breaker, forcing Moose to power out by deadlifting Shelley into a spinebuster. Taylor nearly ends it with a massive package piledriver on Sabin—2.9 count.
The finish is chaos. Shelley goes for Shell Shock on Taylor, but Moose spears Shelley out of nowhere, cutting him in half. Taylor immediately follows with a massive splash on Sabin while Moose drags Shelley out of the ring.
Three count.
The Machine Guns lie broken. Moose and Shane Taylor stand tall, an unholy alliance that just knocked off legends.
Winners: Moose & Shane Taylor
War Raiders (Erik & Ivar) vs Brian Cage & Lance Archer
This match feels illegal.
Four monsters. No wasted movement. No feeling-out process.
Cage and Archer enter first, pacing like predators. Archer is already screaming at the crowd. Cage flexes, soaking in the boos. The War Raiders receive a thunderous reaction—war paint on, focused, deadly calm.
The bell rings and it’s an instant collision. Erik and Cage start, trading shoulder blocks that don’t budge either man. Archer tags in and immediately boots Erik in the face, starting a brawl that spills into the corner.
The match becomes a fight for dominance. Archer throws Ivar with a choke slam. Cage hits a standing suplex and presses Erik overhead before dropping him face-first. The War Raiders respond with pure violence—Ivar crushes Archer with a seated senton, and Erik drills Cage with a massive exploder suplex.
The ring shakes with every impact. Commentary openly wonders how this ring is surviving.
Mid-match, Cage and Archer isolate Erik, using cheap tags and brutal tandem offense—powerbombs, big boots, and Archer’s corner choke slams. Erik bleeds from the mouth but refuses to stay down.
The hot tag to Ivar is explosive. He flattens Archer with a spinning heel kick, then hits Cage with a handspring elbow that shocks everyone. Ivar follows with a springboard moonsault to the floor, wiping out both opponents.
The crowd is losing it.
The finish is pure carnage. War Raiders attempt Ragnarok on Cage, but Archer boots Erik in the face mid-lift. Archer hits a massive blackout-style slam on Erik. Cage follows with a deadlift drill claw powerbomb.
But Ivar breaks the pin at the last second.
In the chaos, Erik sacrifices himself, tackling Archer over the top rope. Ivar catches Cage with a sudden spinning kick, then climbs to the top rope and hits a doomsault—a moonsault so heavy it feels like the ring caves in.
One.
Two.
Three.
The War Raiders survive the war.
Winners: War Raiders
Tag Title Tournament Semifinal Set
- Moose & Shane Taylor vs War Raiders
That semifinal is going to be ugly.
NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT – FIRST ROUND
The North American Title is positioned as the workhorse championship of Valor Wrestling—defended often, won through violence, versatility, and grit. Every competitor tonight treats it like a lifeline.
Oba Femi vs Big Bill
This is raw power versus controlled dominance.
Big Bill enters first, towering and confident, cracking his neck like he expects this to be quick. Oba Femi follows, stoic and composed, radiating intensity without saying a word. The crowd immediately senses this is going to be heavy.
They collide in a test of strength that feels more like two bulls slamming horns. Bill uses his reach early—boot to the face, massive chop, and a big sidewalk slam that earns an early two count. He trash-talks Oba, daring him to get up.
Oba does—violently.
Femi fires back with explosive athletic power: a snap belly-to-belly suplex, a massive spinebuster, and a thunderous running uppercut that sends Bill reeling into the corner. The speed at which Oba moves at his size shocks everyone.
The match becomes a slugfest. Bill lands a big boot that drops Oba, then follows with a chokeslam that nearly ends it. Oba kicks out at 2.9 and immediately rolls to his knees, staring daggers at Bill.
From there, Oba takes over. He targets Bill’s core with brutal body shots and a crushing pop-up powerbomb. Bill staggers, exhausted, clearly not used to being overpowered.
The finish comes when Bill attempts another chokeslam. Oba counters mid-lift, rolls through, and hits a devastating sit-out powerbomb, folding Bill in half.
One.
Two.
Three.
A dominant statement.
Winner: Oba Femi
Jeff Cobb vs Steve Maclin
This match is chaos disguised as strategy.
Maclin storms to the ring, jaw tight, pacing like a caged animal. Jeff Cobb follows, calm and confident, slapping his chest as the crowd roars. This is aggression versus immovable force.
Maclin attacks before the bell, blasting Cobb with forearms and a low dropkick to the knee. He throws Cobb into the barricade repeatedly, trying to break him down before he can get started.
Cobb absorbs it—and then throws Maclin halfway across the ring with a release suplex that flips him inside out. The tone shifts instantly.
Cobb dominates with power wrestling—gutwrench suplexes, standing moonsault, and a massive tour of the islands attempt that Maclin barely escapes. Maclin targets Cobb’s knee, chopping it down with low kicks and chop blocks, grounding the bigger man.
The match becomes gritty. Maclin locks in a single-leg crab, screaming in Cobb’s face. Cobb powers out, limping, but still dangerous. He counters a running knee with a sudden powerslam that shakes the ring.
The finish is sudden and violent. Maclin charges for a knee strike—Cobb catches him, spins, and hits Tour of the Islands dead center.
Three.
Maclin doesn’t move.
Winner: Jeff Cobb
Trick Williams vs Mustafa Ali
This is flash versus finesse.
Ali enters first, laser-focused, stretching in the corner. Trick Williams follows to a huge reaction—confidence dripping, feeding off the crowd. But when the bell rings, the vibes disappear. This is business.
Ali starts fast, using speed and precision—quick kicks, arm drags, and a rolling neckbreaker that earns an early near fall. He targets Trick’s legs, trying to neutralize the height advantage.
Trick responds with raw athleticism—big boots, a high-angle slam, and a leaping clothesline that sends Ali tumbling. Trick’s charisma is undeniable, but tonight he’s locked in.
Ali traps Trick in the corner with rapid-fire strikes and hits a beautiful satellite DDT. He follows with a running neckbreaker—2 count. Ali goes for the 450 splash, but Trick rolls away at the last second.
The turning point comes when Ali goes for a springboard move and Trick catches him mid-air with a sudden Trick Shot knee strike that flips Ali inside out.
From there, Trick takes over. He hits a massive sit-out slam and follows with a jumping knee strike that echoes through the arena.
One.
Two.
Three.
A clean win, but Ali earns respect.
Winner: Trick Williams
Joe Hendry vs Jack Morris
This match feels deceptively simple—until it isn’t.
Joe Hendry enters to a loud reaction, clapping and smiling, soaking in the energy. Jack Morris follows, calm and composed, clearly unimpressed. Morris looks like a technician waiting for a mistake.
The opening minutes are evenly matched. Hendry uses power and crowd interaction, hitting a delayed suplex and a running shoulder tackle. Morris counters with sharp strikes and slick transitions, grounding Hendry with arm locks and leg trips.
Morris begins targeting Hendry’s neck, snapping it over the ropes and hitting a brutal neckbreaker for a close near fall. Hendry struggles, clearly shaken, but feeds off the crowd to stay alive.
The match swings back and forth. Hendry hits a massive fallaway slam and a standing splash. Morris responds with a brainbuster—2.9 count.
The finish is dramatic. Morris goes for a second brainbuster, but Hendry counters into a sudden Standing Ovation slam, planting Morris hard in the center of the ring.
Three.
The crowd explodes.
Winner: Joe Hendry
North American Championship – Quarterfinals Set
- Oba Femi vs Jeff Cobb
- Trick Williams vs Joe Hendry
WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT – SEMIFINALS
The lighting drops again. The gold spotlights return. The World Title sits at ringside on a black velvet podium, illuminated like something sacred—and dangerous.
Mauro Ranallo’s voice cuts through the arena:
“Tonight, two men punch their ticket to the Valor Wrestling World Championship match. And nothing—nothing—will ever be the same.”
Jon Moxley vs Jacob Fatu
World Title Tournament Semifinal
This match feels less like wrestling and more like controlled catastrophe.
Jacob Fatu enters first, slow and methodical, eyes empty, jaw set. Jon Moxley comes through the crowd again, but there’s something different—less swagger, more focus. He knows what’s in front of him.
The bell rings and Fatu immediately charges, flattening Moxley with a running hip attack that sends him rolling to the outside. Fatu doesn’t give him time to breathe—he follows with a brutal suicide dive that shocks the crowd and sends Moxley crashing into the barricade.
Fatu dominates early. He throws Moxley around with reckless abandon—Samoan drops, snap German suplexes, and a crushing corner splash that folds Moxley in half. Mox bleeds early, a cut opened above the eye from a headbutt.
Moxley survives by getting ugly. He bites, rakes, and claws, dragging Fatu down into a brawl. He targets the neck, hitting a snap DDT and grounding Fatu with hammer-and-anvil elbows. Moxley locks in a bulldog choke, but Fatu powers to his feet and slams Moxley backwards into the turnbuckles to break it.
The middle stretch is chaos. They trade forearms in the center of the ring—neither backing down. Fatu hits a massive pop-up Samoan drop for a terrifying near fall. Moxley answers with a sudden Paradigm Shift—Fatu kicks out at one.
The crowd loses its mind.
Moxley looks stunned. He goes to darker places—exposed turnbuckle, grinding Fatu’s face into it, then locking in a bulldog choke again. Fatu starts to fade… but then he explodes.
Fatu powers out, hits a headbutt that drops Moxley instantly, then climbs to the top rope. One massive double-jump moonsault connects clean.
One.
Two.
Three.
Silence—then shock.
Jacob Fatu just steamrolled Jon Moxley.
Fatu doesn’t celebrate. He simply stands, breathing heavy, staring at the World Title at ringside.
Winner: Jacob Fatu
Konosuke Takeshita vs Claudio Castagnoli
World Title Tournament Semifinal
This match is wrestled like a chess match with concussions.
Claudio enters first, stoic, stretching, eyes never leaving the ring. Takeshita follows, composed but intense. There’s mutual respect—but zero hesitation.
They start slow, testing each other’s balance and grip. Claudio targets the arm early, transitioning into hammerlocks and European uppercuts. Takeshita responds with explosive throws—deadlift suplexes and a massive snap power slam that rattles Claudio.
Claudio uses experience, constantly cutting Takeshita off, grounding him, forcing him to wrestle his match. He hits a long giant swing, nearly twenty rotations, but Takeshita survives.
The momentum swings when Takeshita starts landing elbows—one, two, three in rapid succession. Claudio stumbles for the first time. Takeshita hits a Blue Thunder Bomb—2.9 count.
Claudio answers with brutality. He hits a pop-up uppercut, follows with the Ricola Bomb—Takeshita kicks out. The crowd is fully invested now, chanting for both men.
The finish comes from adaptation. Claudio goes for the Neutralizer, but Takeshita counters mid-lift into a sudden wheelbarrow German suplex. Claudio lands on his neck and shoulders. Takeshita immediately follows with a running knee strike, then lifts Claudio one more time and delivers a thunderous power drive knee.
One.
Two.
Three.
Clean. Decisive. Shocking.
Winner: Konosuke Takeshita
WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT FINAL SET
Jacob Fatu vs Konosuke Takeshita
Power vs precision. Chaos vs control.
No one predicted this final.
The World Title match is now set for Show 3.
End of Show 2
Coming in Show 3:
- Tag Team Championship Semifinal
- War Raiders vs Moose & Shane Taylor
- North American Championship Semifinals & Final
- World Championship Match
- Jacob Fatu vs Konosuke Takeshita
