With the building warmed up, we march to the main event. 3 important matches take place beforehand with multiple debuts, showcasing the depth of the Madhouse roster:
"LUCKY" LEI D VS SVETLANA VOLKOV
The popular young idol-turned-wrestler from Macau, China, 5 ft 2 and 118 pounds; who had been the first victim of Athiambo two weeks ago makes her way to the ring, the path made clear by her mentor Leota. She comes in tonight with fresh tears and renewed determination. She even sings a short song.
A.B.: That is so sweet.
Dominga: Yeah, I think I need to be tested for diabetes.
Her determination is crushed by the debuting Siberian Wolf, Svetlana Volkov, a face-painted powerhouse standing 5 foot 9 and weighing in at 190 pounds. She twists the pop star in two directions with Abdominal Stretch she calls the Wolf Bite.
Shamoon: Better "luck" next time.
Dominga (grinding teeth): Sssssshh.....p...
Shamoon: What was that, Dom?
Dominga: Nothing, and don't call me Dom!
Result: Svetlana Volkov wins via Submission
THE DRAKO TRIAD VS THE AQUA-RINAS
What follows is a traditional tag team match with two untraditional teams all of whom are making their first appearance in the Madhouse.
On one side, Drako Vi and Drako Nyx, two high-flying, hard-hitting hoydens from Hunt's Cross in Liverpool, flanked by their heavy, Drako Kael, who stands outside like a knight, uninvolved, but not out of sight.
One the other side, Maris Herrera, a former professional swimmer, and Leilani Aina, a former ballerina. One from Panama, the other from Hawai'i, both too from the classes of Kalavina.
It's a classy affair, fast-paced and fair, but the dragons carry more experience here.
The finish comes and the crowd leaves their bums.
Aina gets neutralised and Herrera gets pulverised.
A German Suplex from Nyx and a Springboard Lariat from Vi, combined. They call this the Wyrmring Wipeout and when it hits, it's light's out!
A.B.: Incredible timing!
Shamoon: Up the ranks they are climbing!
Dominga: Why are we rhyming?!
Having won the day, the Nyx and Vi are raised onto the shoulders of Kael, both breathing flame.
Result: Drako Triad wins via pinfall.
FIRYALI VS PALOMA VARGAS
The mid-card block concludes with two more arrivals, but there are no more chicks of the Mother Hen in this house. No, only students of the streets who, at different times, were tutored by Tonye Carrera, the same legendary luchador who trained the current Crimson King, Roger Evans.
First, we have Firyali, the Albino Angel. 5 foot 8, 155 pounds. She comes in cocky from Dar es Salaam, Tanzania dressed in a red short-sleeve cropped leather jacket, semi-rimless shades of the same shades, which she discards to show off her black and gold gear.
Opposing her is the Mariposa Blade, Paloma Vargas, a lively luchadora from Oaxaca City in Oaxaca with an iridescent butterfly mask and floral tights. She even has a flowing cape, which she discards after her entrance. 5 foot 6, 129 pounds. Smaller and faster. Sweeter? No. Savage? Yes. She is called the Blade because she keeps her nails long and sharp, and she knows exactly how to use them.
A.B.: These two may have gone to the same school, but they've clearly learned different lessons.
Vargas performs a series of Tilt-a-Whirls, gliding all around Firyali's body, disorienting her and slicing her up in ways the ref can't pinpoint.
Shamoon: How come biting is illegal, but scratching isn't?
Dominga: Nothings illegal if the ref can't see it.
This sequence ends with a Headscissors into a Triangle Choke. She calls Wings of Vengeance. Against whom? Who knows.
Firyali panics, only briefly before she adjusts her position, turning pain into a pin. Vargas is forced to kickout and release the hold, and some separation occurs.
The Mariposa charges and flies into yet another Tilt-a-whirl, but this time Firyali is quick to counter, and the luchadora falls flat on her face.
Firyali then picks Vargas up, and Irish whips her into a corner and sprints into a flying forearm, squashing the butterfly. Firyali then hops onto the middle rope while holding Vargas' head in an Inverted Facelock and screams "DIAMOND DUST!"
She then performs that very move, a Forward Somersault Jawbreaker.
Dominga: I never understood shouting your move out before you do it.
Shamoon: It makes the move stronger.
Dominga: No, it doesn't.
Shamoon: Does too.
Dominga: Does not.
Shamoon: Does too.
Dominga: Shut... grrrrrhhh.
Shamoon: Hahaha!
A.B.: What is so damn important about this stupid- There's the 3-count. This one is over.
Result: Firyali wins via pinfall.
The victor gestures to ringside crewman and asks for a microphone.
Firyali: Firyali... is... (points at the sky)finished... (points at Vargas on the mat)... with you.
A.B.: Oof.
Shamoon: Yeah, that catchphrase needs work.
Dominga: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The crowd who WERE cheering, are now just confused. Firyali lets the mic drop and swaggers out of the ring.
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