The lights in the arena dim as the anticipation builds for the JWF Extreme Championship match. The energy is electric, and the fans are on their feet, eager to witness the chaos about to unfold.

Samantha Irvin: The following contest is an Extreme Rules match for the JWF Extreme Championship! Introducing first, from Guadalajara, Mexico, weighing in at 175 pounds... Loco X!

The crowd erupts as Loco X's theme blasts through the speakers, a fast-paced, high-energy beat that matches the insane luchador's persona. He bursts onto the stage, flipping through the air with incredible agility, hyping up the crowd as he sprints toward the ring. His mask gleams under the lights, and his multi-colored attire shimmers as he leaps onto the ring apron, flips over the top rope, and lands perfectly in the center of the ring. Loco X throws his arms out wide, basking in the crowd's cheers.

Darby: Loco X is known for his reckless, high-flying style. He's unpredictable, wild, and as dangerous as they come when he's in his element. But can he survive the violence that comes with facing Jon Moxley in an Extreme Rules match?

The music shifts, and the atmosphere instantly darkens as Jon Moxley's theme hits. The JWF Extreme Champion makes his way through the crowd, his trademark swagger and intensity on full display. His eyes are locked on the ring, completely unfazed by the chaos that awaits.

Samantha Irvin: And his opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 231 pounds, he is the JWF Extreme Champion... Jon Moxley!

Moxley climbs over the barricade, entering the ring without hesitation, the championship slung over his shoulder. He glares at Loco X, cracking his neck as he hands the title over to the referee. Moxley is in his element, ready to embrace the brutality.

Darby: Jon Moxley is the embodiment of extreme. He thrives in these environments, and tonight, Loco X is stepping into Moxley's world.

The bell rings, and the match is officially underway. Both men circle each other, and the crowd chants Moxley's name, but there's an equal amount of support for the insane luchador.

Loco X wastes no time, immediately darting toward Moxley with blinding speed. Moxley tries to catch him, but Loco X ducks under a clothesline and bounces off the ropes, launching himself at Moxley with a springboard crossbody. Moxley catches him mid-air, showing off his strength, and slams Loco down with a brutal fallaway slam.

Darby: Loco X trying to use his speed early on, but Moxley cuts him off! That's the power advantage Moxley has in this match.

Moxley, with a grin, slides out of the ring and begins rummaging under the apron. He pulls out a steel chair and tosses it into the ring, then grabs a kendo stick and rolls back in. He twirls the kendo stick in his hand, stalking Loco X, who is slowly getting to his feet.

With a wicked crack, Moxley swings the kendo stick, but Loco X rolls out of the way just in time. Moxley swings again, and Loco X ducks, kicking Moxley in the midsection and quickly following up with a standing hurricanrana. Moxley crashes to the mat, and Loco X leaps to his feet, feeding off the crowd's energy.

Loco X looks at the ropes, then at the steel chair Moxley tossed into the ring. He grabs it, setting it up in the middle of the ring. The crowd knows something wild is coming as Loco X runs toward the ropes, springboarding off the top and using the chair as a landing pad to deliver a jaw-dropping tornado DDT!

Darby: That's the high-flying madness of Loco X! He just spiked Moxley into the steel chair!

Loco X covers Moxley.

1... 2...

Moxley kicks out!

Loco X doesn't waste time arguing. He rolls out of the ring and starts pulling out more weapons. He grabs a trash can, a table, and a bag of something sinister. Tossing everything into the ring, Loco X sets up the table in the corner.

Moxley, recovering, grabs the kendo stick and cracks Loco X across the back. Loco X arches in pain, but before he can react, Moxley nails him with a second shot, this time across the shoulder. Moxley tosses the kendo stick aside and throws Loco X into the corner. Moxley charges, connecting with a brutal running forearm.

Moxley pulls Loco out of the corner and hooks him for a suplex, but Loco X wriggles free, landing behind Moxley. Loco quickly grabs the trash can and slams it over Moxley's head. Moxley stumbles, dazed, as Loco X bounces off the ropes and delivers a springboard dropkick to the trash can, sending Moxley crashing to the mat.

Darby: Loco X is using everything in sight! He's throwing caution to the wind!

Loco X points to the table in the corner, then looks at the crowd, who roar in approval. He climbs to the top rope, eyeing Moxley, who is still tangled in the trash can. Loco X leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault, but at the last second, Moxley rolls out of the way, and Loco X crashes into the trash can!

Darby: Oh my god! Loco X went for it all, but Moxley moved!

Moxley, taking advantage, rolls Loco X over and goes for the cover.

1... 2...

Loco X kicks out!

Moxley looks frustrated now, and he gets to his feet, grabbing the steel chair. He sets it up in the middle of the ring and pulls Loco X to his feet, lifting him up for a piledriver onto the chair. But Loco X fights out of it, flipping over Moxley and landing on his feet. In an instant, Loco X grabs the chair and throws it at Moxley's face, stunning him.

Loco X runs to the ropes and comes back with a lightning-fast tilt-a-whirl headscissors, sending Moxley crashing through the table set up in the corner!

Darby: Moxley just went through the table! Loco X might have him here!

Loco X crawls over to Moxley, covering him.

1... 2...

Moxley kicks out!

The crowd is on their feet, disbelief filling the air as both men lay battered on the mat. Loco X looks at the bag he brought into the ring earlier and crawls over to it, opening it to reveal thumbtacks. He spreads them across the ring, creating a sea of pain.

Darby: Oh no... Loco X has brought the thumbtacks into play. This could get ugly fast.

Loco X lifts Moxley to his feet, attempting a DDT into the tacks, but Moxley powers out, lifting Loco into the air and slamming him down with a spinebuster right onto the thumbtacks!

Loco X writhes in pain, tacks sticking out of his back, as Moxley looks down at the carnage. He wipes the sweat from his brow and signals that it's time to end this.

Moxley grabs Loco X, lifting him up for the Paradigm Shift. Loco X, somehow still fighting, flips out of it, landing on his feet again. He quickly leaps onto the ropes, springboarding off with a moonsault, but Moxley catches him in mid-air and drives him down with the Paradigm Shift onto the remaining thumbtacks!

Darby: That's it! Moxley just planted Loco X onto the thumbtacks!

Moxley covers Loco X, hooking the leg.

1... 2...

Loco X kicks out!

The arena erupts in shock. Moxley sits up, wide-eyed, staring at the referee in disbelief. He thought that was it, but somehow, someway, Loco X found the will to keep going. Moxley shakes his head, a sick grin creeping across his face as he stands, clearly amused at Loco's resilience.

Darby: How on earth did Loco X kick out of that? He just got driven into a pile of thumbtacks, and he's still in this!

Moxley isn't one to waste time. He yanks Loco X up by his mask, not caring about the blood trickling down his opponent's back from the tacks still embedded in his skin. Moxley pulls him in, setting up for yet another Paradigm Shift, determined to put an end to this once and for all.

Moxley lifts Loco up into the air, but at the last possible second, Loco X flips out of it once again, landing on his feet behind Moxley! The crowd roars as Loco X scrambles for his next move. Moxley spins around, but before he can react, Loco X leaps onto the ropes, springboarding off with lightning speed.

Loco X sails through the air, aiming for a moonsault, but Moxley's ring awareness is too sharp. He catches Loco mid-air, once again setting up for the Paradigm Shift. Moxley lifts him into the air, but Loco X, fueled by desperation, shifts his weight and flips behind Moxley again, landing perfectly on his feet.

Before Moxley can even turn around, Loco X delivers a quick, underhanded low blow, catching Moxley completely off guard. Moxley crumples to the mat, clutching his midsection in agony, as the crowd erupts into a mixture of cheers and gasps.

Darby: A low blow from Loco X! And it's completely legal in an Extreme Rules match!

Loco X, still wincing in pain, takes a moment to gather himself, knowing he's just bought some precious time.

Loco X, sensing an opportunity, rolls out of the ring and begins digging under the apron, pulling out a steel chair, a kendo stick, and finally, a long, gleaming knife. The crowd gasps, the atmosphere suddenly taking on a much darker, more dangerous tone. Loco X raises the knife, eyes wild, blood still dripping from his back as he slides back into the ring.

Darby: Oh no, Loco X has got a knife! This just went from extreme to deadly!

Loco X moves toward Moxley, who's still on his knees, recovering from the low blow. As Loco approaches, blade in hand, the crowd begins to murmur in anticipation. Moxley slowly rises to his feet, his face twisted in pain, but with that signature fearless grin creeping back in.

Loco X raises the knife, ready to swing for Moxley's face, but Mox has other plans. Out of nowhere, he grabs the barbed wire bat he used earlier, swinging it in a vicious arc just as Loco X makes his move.

The sound of metal on metal reverberates through the arena as the bat slams into the knife, knocking it from Loco X's grasp. The blade goes skittering across the mat, sliding out of the ring as Loco X stumbles back, momentarily stunned by the counter.

Darby: Moxley's not letting him get a chance to use that knife! He just knocked it clean out of his hand!

Before Loco X can react, Moxley takes a wild swing with the barbed wire bat, driving it into Loco X's ribs. Loco lets out a guttural scream as the barbed wire digs into his skin, the sharp points tearing through his mask and costume.

Moxley, adrenaline surging, swings the bat again, this time catching Loco X on the back. Loco drops to his knees, the pain overwhelming him as the barbed wire digs in deeper, blood beginning to pool around him.

Darby: Moxley's going to tear Loco X apart with that barbed wire bat!

Loco X collapses onto the mat, gasping for air, his body wracked with pain. Moxley drops the bat, breathing heavily as he surveys the damage. But Moxley knows Loco X's toughness better than anyone, and he's not about to take any chances.

Loco X writhes on the mat, but through sheer willpower, he drags himself back to his feet just as Moxley prepares for another devastating swing with the barbed wire bat. As Mox lunges forward, Loco X dodges at the last possible second, rolling out of harm's way. Moxley stumbles slightly from the miss, giving Loco X the split-second opening he needs.

Without hesitation, Loco X springs up and lunges toward Moxley, sinking his teeth into Moxley's shoulder. The crowd erupts in shock and disgust as Loco gnaws at Moxley, who howls in pain, desperately trying to pry Loco off.

Darby: Loco X is biting Moxley! He's completely lost it!

Loco X's teeth tear into Moxley's skin, blood trickling down from the wound. Moxley finally shoves Loco away, clutching his shoulder, but the damage is done. Loco X's unhinged smile shines through his blood-splattered mask as he scrambles back to his feet, eyes locked on his prey.

Loco X quickly spots the steel chairs he pulled out earlier and a wicked idea crosses his mind. He grabs one chair, slamming it down on the mat to open it up. He then grabs a second chair and approaches Moxley, who's still reeling from the bite. Loco drags Moxley by the hair, forcing him into a seated position before jamming one chair in front of Moxley's face.

Darby: Oh no, this isn't looking good for Moxley!

With a sick grin, Loco X lifts the second chair high above his head and with all his strength, he slams it down onto the first chair, sandwiching Moxley's skull between the two metal seats with a thunderous crash. The impact echoes throughout the arena as Moxley's head is brutally smashed between the chairs.

Darby: My God! Loco X just crushed Moxley's head with that chair sandwich!

The audience gasps in horror as Moxley's body goes limp, his arms slumping to the side. Loco X steps back, breathing heavily, his eyes wide as he admires the carnage he's caused. Blood continues to drip from his own wounds, but Loco X doesn't care. All that matters is that Moxley is down, possibly out.

Darby: This is absolutely brutal! Moxley's not moving! just ended the Loco X may have the Extreme Champion's reign with that friggin' chair sandwich!

Loco X looks down at the fallen Moxley, the steel chairs still lying next to the champion's motionless body. But Loco isn't finished yet. He slides out of the ring and pulls out another small, black bag from under the apron. The crowd stirs, anticipating what's inside.

Darby: No way... more thumbtacks? How much more punishment can Moxley take?

Loco X wastes no time, tearing open the bag and pouring another mountain of thumbtacks onto the canvas. The silver spikes glitter under the lights, creating a treacherous landscape. Loco X drags Moxley toward the corner and begins ascending the ropes, positioning himself on the top turnbuckle. But Moxley, still showing signs of life, slowly follows, climbing up after him, albeit dazed and bloody.

Loco X, sensing Moxley behind him, delivers a few stiff elbows, stunning Moxley once more. He hooks Moxley's arm over his shoulder and locks both of them in for something big.

Darby: No... no way! Loco X has Moxley hooked for an Avalanche Spanish Fly... right into the thumbtacks!

With a burst of energy, Loco X flips both himself and Moxley off the top rope in an incredible show of athleticism. They spin through the air before crashing down into the thumbtacks with a sickening thud, bodies writhing in agony as thousands of sharp tacks embed into their skin.

Darby: Avalanche Spanish Fly! Right into the thumbtacks! This has to be it!

Moxley screams out in pain as he rolls in the bed of tacks, his back and arms shredded by the unforgiving metal. Loco X, just as battered but feeding off the adrenaline, drapes his arm over Moxley's chest, the crowd holding their breath in disbelief.

1... 2... 3!

Samantha Irvin: Here is your winner, and the new JWF Extreme Champion... Loco X!

Darby: Loco X has done it! Loco X is the new Extreme Champion, and what a war he had to go through to get here!

The referee hands Loco X the bloodstained championship, his hands shaking as he clutches the belt. With thumbtacks still lodged in his body, Loco X raises the title high, soaking in the moment. Moxley lies motionless on the canvas, utterly destroyed.

Darby: Loco X lives up to his name, nearly killing Jon Moxley for the Extreme Championship! This was one of - if not the - most brutal match we've ever seen in JWF. What a night, and it's not even over, we've still got 2 more matches!