Valor Wrestling Show 5: Call Your Shot
Venue:
The Tacoma Dome – Tacoma, Washington
A packed, electric building with over 18,000 fans. The Dome lights are lowered, the Valor Wrestling logo pulses on the massive LED stage, and gold pyro rains down from the rafters. This crowd knows they’re getting something important tonight.
Commentary Team:
- Excalibur – play-by-play, encyclopedic knowledge, urgency in every call
- Nigel McGuinness – technical breakdowns, dry humor, barely hidden bias toward wrestlers who can wrestle
- Booker T – vibes, passion, and perfectly timed “OH YEAH MAN” moments
OPENING SEGMENT – Jacob Fatu Calls His Shot
Jacob Fatu storms to the ring, no music at first—just raw boos and cheers colliding. He takes the mic, breathing heavy, eyes locked on the hard cam.
Promo:
“I respect Takeshita. That man is a warrior. But respect don’t feed my family. Respect don’t put gold around my waist. I want one more shot—no excuses, no doubts—so the world knows who the real monster is.”
The crowd roars as Konosuke Takeshita’s music hits. The World Champion walks out calm, composed, title over his shoulder. He enters the ring, looks Fatu dead in the eyes, and simply says:
“Two out of three falls. Tonight. We finish this.”
They stand nose to nose. The show explodes out of the gate.
MATCH 1
Big Bill & Steve Maclin vs The Creed Brothers vs Gallus
This is a violent tone-setter, and Valor Wrestling clearly wants the audience to know: tonight is about physical dominance.
Big Bill and Steve Maclin enter first—Bill looming like a skyscraper, Maclin pacing like a caged animal. The Creed Brothers follow, intense, bouncing on the balls of their feet, pure NCAA chaos energy. Gallus come out last, stone-faced, unapologetically brutal.
The match starts with all hell breaking loose. Julius Creed immediately explodes with a double suplex on Mark Coffey and Wolfgang, showing insane power. Brutus Creed tackles Maclin through the ropes, and suddenly Big Bill is alone—until he chokeslams Julius Creed like he’s nothing. The crowd gasps.
Gallus isolate Brutus Creed for several minutes, working over his ribs with ruthless efficiency—short-arm headbutts, clubbing forearms, illegal tags behind the referee’s back. Nigel McGuinness praises their “mean streak,” while Booker shouts, “That’s that old-school pain!”
The Creeds eventually fire up, hitting stereo overhead belly-to-belly suplexes that bring the crowd to its feet. Big Bill tags in and clears house, booting Wolfgang in the face and launching Coffey halfway across the ring with a side slam.
Maclin blind-tags himself in, smirking. He tries to steal the win, but it backfires—Julius Creed catches him mid-Cuthroat Driver attempt and turns it into a devastating rolling slam. Chaos erupts. Everyone’s legal. Bodies everywhere.
The finish comes when Gallus go for their assisted powerbomb on Julius—but Big Bill yanks Wolfgang out of the ring, Maclin spears Coffey through the ropes, and the Creeds hit Brutus Ball on Mark Coffey for the pin.
Winners: The Creed Brothers
MATCH 2
Joe Hendry vs Gabe Kidd
This match is dripping with attitude before it even begins. Joe Hendry plays to the crowd, confidence overflowing, while Gabe Kidd looks like he wants to hurt someone for fun.
From the opening bell, Kidd attacks like a rabid dog—corner chops, biting forearms, grinding Hendry’s face into the turnbuckles. Excalibur notes Kidd’s refusal to give Hendry space, and Nigel calls it “controlled malice.”
Hendry absorbs the punishment and fires back with power—huge spinebuster, delayed vertical suplex held long enough for the crowd to chant along. He plays to them again, but that confidence costs him. Kidd blasts him with a headbutt straight to the jaw, flipping the momentum instantly.
The middle stretch is nasty. Kidd targets Hendry’s neck relentlessly—snap suplexes, crossface punches, a brutal lariat that nearly turns Hendry inside out. Booker yells, “That boy Kidd don’t care about nothin’ but violence!”
Hendry stages a comeback, countering a piledriver into a back body drop, then hitting a massive pop-up powerbomb. He signals for the Standing Ovation, but Kidd escapes, rakes the eyes, and hits a low-angle German suplex that folds Hendry dangerously.
The finish is sudden and shocking. Hendry goes for a lariat—Kidd ducks, rebounds, and drills him with a headbutt, then immediately transitions into a brutal crossface, grapevining the body. Hendry fights, reaches, strains… and finally taps.
No music. Kidd doesn’t celebrate. He just stares down at Hendry like he’s not done.
Winner: Gabe Kidd
MATCH 3 – BACKSTAGE TO RING
Zach Sabre Jr. vs Montez Ford
Earlier in the night, cameras catch Zach Sabre Jr. backstage, towel around his neck, smirking as he dissects the roster to a production assistant—calling Valor Wrestling “a playground for people who don’t understand leverage.”
Montez Ford walks into frame, clapping sarcastically.
Ford fires back about ZSJ “wrestling like he’s allergic to excitement.”
ZSJ sneers, says Ford’s muscles are “pure vanity, zero substance.”
That’s enough.
Ford shoves him.
ZSJ slaps him.
They’re brawling into equipment crates until officials lose control.
Match made on the spot.
Once the bell rings, the clash of styles is immediate. Ford explodes with speed—dropkicks, leapfrogs, a beautiful standing moonsault that gets a massive pop. ZSJ rolls out, furious, muttering to himself as Nigel laughs, calling it “the sound of arrogance being challenged.”
ZSJ slows things down brutally. He targets Ford’s left arm, snapping it over the ropes, stomping the elbow, twisting fingers in ways that make the crowd wince. Ford’s athleticism starts to fail him as his grip weakens. Sabre transitions seamlessly from armbar to hammerlock to a modified Kimura, never letting Ford build momentum.
Ford fights back with heart. He counters a European clutch attempt into a huge backslide, then lands a running enziguri that finally knocks ZSJ off balance. The Tacoma Dome erupts as Ford hits a frog splash—but his damaged arm prevents a clean cover. ZSJ kicks out at two.
The end comes when Ford attempts From the Heavens again. ZSJ rolls through, snatches the arm mid-air, and wrenches Ford into an insane armbar/triangle hybrid, rolling and adjusting until Ford has nowhere to go. Ford refuses to tap at first… but eventually, the pain is too much.
ZSJ releases instantly and stands, emotionless.
Winner: Zach Sabre Jr.
MATCH 4
Kyle Fletcher (c) vs Oba Femi vs Dominik Mysterio vs Chad Gable
North American Championship
The energy shifts immediately when this match begins, because everyone in the building understands one thing: Oba Femi is the threat. Fletcher clutches his title a little tighter. Gable adjusts his straps. Dominik… lurks.
The opening moments are frantic. Gable shoots in on Fletcher with crisp takedowns, trying to ground the champion early, while Dominik cheap-shots from the apron whenever the referee’s back is turned. Oba Femi steps in and erases all of that strategy—flattening Gable with a shoulder tackle and launching Dominik with a release belly-to-belly that sends him scrambling to the floor.
For several minutes, Oba is unstoppable. He powerbombs Fletcher onto Gable. He gorilla-presses Fletcher and throws him onto Dominik outside the ring, drawing gasps from the crowd. Booker T yells, “THIS MAN IS NOT HUMAN!” while Nigel warns that power like this shortens careers.
The match shifts when Dominik realizes he can’t beat Oba—he has to survive him.
Dominik repeatedly inserts himself at key moments, pulling the referee out during Oba’s pins, dragging bodies into the way, and attacking Oba’s knee from behind with chop blocks and stomps. Gable briefly capitalizes, locking Oba in an ankle lock, but Oba powers out and nearly hits a spinebuster that would’ve ended the match.
That’s when Dominik strikes again.
As Oba sets Fletcher up for a massive powerbomb, Dominik cracks Oba across the knee with the North American title belt, right in front of the referee’s blind spot. The crowd explodes in boos. Oba collapses, clutching his leg, furious and stunned.
Fletcher, ever the opportunist, doesn’t hesitate.
He blasts Gable with a running boot, then turns back to Oba—springboarding off the ropes into a sudden, perfectly placed flying kick, followed immediately by a brainbuster. Fletcher hooks both legs tightly.
Dominik tries to slide in and steal it—but Gable tackles him out of the ring at the last second.
One. Two. Three.
Kyle Fletcher rolls away in disbelief, clutching the championship as the bell rings. Dominik laughs on the floor. Oba Femi stares holes through both of them, rage boiling over.
The champion escapes by inches—but escapes all the same.
Winner and STILL North American Champion: Kyle Fletcher (c)
MATCH 5
G.O.D (c) vs War Raiders vs DIY
Valor Tag Team Championships
This is war.
G.O.D enter with championship swagger. DIY get a massive babyface reaction. War Raiders look like they’re here to tear the building down.
The match never slows. Erik and Ivar flatten everyone early—cartwheels into crossbodies, massive spinebusters. DIY respond with precision teamwork—stereo superkicks, rapid tags, nonstop motion. G.O.D thrive in the chaos, isolating Gargano and working him over with sharp strikes and clever positioning.
There are multiple near-falls. DIY hit Meet in the Middle on Tama Tonga—but Tanga Loa breaks it up with a brutal chair shot behind the ref’s back. War Raiders wipe out everyone with a doomsault to the floor, and the crowd loses its collective mind.
The champions survive by instinct. G.O.D avoid disaster again and again, finally catching Erik with a Gun Stun + Samoan Drop combo. Gargano dives to break it up—but he’s a second late.
Champions retain by the skin of their teeth.
Winners: G.O.D (c)
MATCH 6
Ali vs Cedric Alexander vs El Phantasmo vs Jack Morris vs Alex Shelley vs Chris Sabin
X Division Showcase
This match feels like controlled chaos from the opening bell. Six elite athletes, one ring, no margin for error.
Ali and Cedric Alexander immediately lock eyes—former allies, unfinished business. They trade lightning-fast counters: arm drags, headscissors, roll-throughs that get the crowd applauding the wrestling itself. El Phantasmo ruins the moment by springboarding in with a missile dropkick to both men, then posing smugly as boos rain down.
The Motor City Machine Guns work together instinctively despite the free-for-all rules—Shelley and Sabin hit rapid double-team sequences on Jack Morris, sending him to the floor. Morris responds with brute force, catching Sabin mid-air and powerbombing him onto Ali outside the ring in a jaw-dropping spot.
The pace never slows. Ali hits a rolling thunder senton onto a pile of bodies. Cedric follows with a lumbar check on ELP that nearly ends it. ELP kicks out and immediately rakes the eyes, then hits Sudden Death on Cedric—but Shelley breaks the pin at the last possible moment.
Nigel calls it “a masterclass in desperation,” and that’s exactly what it becomes.
Final stretch: Sabin and Shelley isolate ELP, hitting Skull & Bones—but Morris throws Shelley out of the ring. Ali nails Morris with a superkick. Cedric levels Ali with a flying forearm. Sabin hits a Cradle Shock on Cedric.
Before Sabin can cover, ELP flies in from nowhere with a springboard moonsault, wiping everyone out. He scrambles, drapes an arm over Sabin—
Two and nine-tenths.
Sabin kicks out to a massive pop.
ELP loses his mind, arguing with the referee. He turns around into Ali’s 450 splash, perfectly placed. Ali hooks the leg as bodies collapse around them.
One. Two. Three.
Ali rolls to the corner, exhausted, victorious, as the crowd erupts.
Winner: Ali
MATCH 7
Hangman Page vs Drew McIntyre
This match has main-event weight even without a title.
Hangman enters focused, no beer-drinking cowboy antics tonight. Drew McIntyre follows, intense, eyes locked forward. Booker calls it “two alphas in one ring,” and the crowd hums with anticipation.
They start stiff—no feeling out process. Drew chops Hangman into the corner. Hangman fires back with a lariat that turns Drew inside out. The sound of flesh-on-flesh echoes through the Dome.
Drew controls the middle stretch with raw power. He hits a huge sit-out spinebuster, then throws Hangman across the ring with a release suplex. He targets the back, setting up for the Claymore. Hangman barely survives, kicking out at two and a half after a Future Shock DDT.
Hangman rallies, fueled by desperation. He counters a Claymore into a rolling elbow, then hits a top-rope moonsault that brings the crowd to its feet. He signals for the Buckshot Lariat—but Drew collapses to the mat, buying precious seconds.
Finish sequence: Hangman charges—Drew explodes with a sudden Glasgow Kiss headbutt. He lines it up again… Claymore attempt—Hangman collapses again, Drew stumbles—
Hangman kips up and BLASTS Drew with the Buckshot Lariat out of nowhere.
Three count.
Both men are down afterward, exhausted, respected.
Winner: Hangman Page
MATCH 8
Jon Moxley vs Claudio Castagnoli vs Sami Zayn
Number One Contender – World Title
This match feels dangerous.
Moxley bleeds intensity from the opening bell, immediately trading strikes with Claudio while Sami hangs back, smartly letting the powerhouses collide. Claudio launches Moxley with a deadlift gutwrench suplex that draws gasps. Moxley pops up smiling, daring him to do it again.
Sami tries to steal pins whenever possible—roll-ups, small packages, sudden Helluva Kick attempts—but keeps getting cut off. The frustration builds. Excalibur notes Sami’s urgency, knowing this may be his last chance at a world title shot.
The violence escalates. Moxley bites, elbows, and stomps. Claudio swings Sami into Moxley with a brutal uppercut that flips both men. The crowd is split, chanting for all three.
The end comes suddenly.
Moxley locks Claudio in a bulldog choke. Sami lines up the Helluva Kick on Claudio—but Moxley shoves Claudio forward, causing Sami to crash knee-first into the turnbuckle.
Claudio stumbles. Moxley releases the choke and plants Sami with a Paradigm Shift.
One. Two. Three.
Moxley stands, breathing heavy, staring into the hard cam.
Winner and #1 Contender: Jon Moxley
MAIN EVENT
Konosuke Takeshita (c) vs Jacob Fatu
2 Out of 3 Falls – Valor Wrestling World Championship
(Hikuleo at ringside)
This is war.
This is destiny.
This is the crown.
Fall One
They start slow—measured, tense. Takeshita wrestles smart, targeting Fatu’s base with kicks and suplexes. Fatu responds with terrifying power—one headbutt staggers the champion completely.
Fatu hits a pop-up Samoan drop, then a running hip attack that nearly ends it. Takeshita barely survives, rolling to the apron.
Hikuleo looms closer.
Finish of fall one: Takeshita goes for a flying knee—Fatu catches him mid-air and hits a thunderous Spinning Pop-Up Powerbomb.
Fall One Winner: Jacob Fatu (1–0)
Fall Two
Takeshita is hurt but brilliant. He avoids Fatu’s power, chopping the leg, hitting snap Germans, grinding him down. Hikuleo distracts repeatedly, allowing Fatu to regain momentum—but Takeshita counters everything.
Fatu attempts a moonsault—Takeshita gets the knees up. He immediately traps Fatu in a bridging German suplex, then transitions into a deadlift brainbuster.
One. Two. Three.
Fall Two Winner: Konosuke Takeshita (1–1)
Fall Three
No rules. No mercy.
Hikuleo finally interferes openly—chokeslamming Takeshita on the apron. The referee is momentarily distracted as Hikuleo slides Fatu back inside.
Fatu goes for the kill—Moonsault attempt—
MISSES.
Takeshita, battered, bloodied, pulls himself up. The crowd is roaring.
He hits one knee.
Then another.
Then a third.
He lifts Fatu—BRAINBUSTER.
Hikuleo slides in—Takeshita blasts him with a forearm.
Takeshita turns—Fatu charges—
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE.
Cover.
One. Two. Three.
Silence.
Then eruption.
Takeshita collapses with the championship as Hikuleo stares in disbelief. Jacob Fatu sits up, stunned—not beaten, but outlasted.
Excalibur screams, “HE SURVIVED THE MONSTER!”
Winner and STILL Valor Wrestling World Champion:
