Interviewer: Ashley, a lot has gone down tonight. Chang Toriyaki now controls 30% of the company, and you and Jack have lost your shares. What’s your reaction to everything that’s happened?

Ashley stood there, visibly shaken and hyperventilating, but trying to maintain composure. Her usual smug demeanor was replaced with something else, something a little more desperate.

Ashley: You really want to know how I feel about this? It's humiliating. We put everything into this company, and in one night, Sovereign walks in and just... just hands everything over to Chang? I’m not going to lie, it feels like the rug’s been ripped right out from under us.

She brushed her hair back, clearly frustrated.

Ashley: Jack’s out there trying to fix things—making deals and, honestly, I don’t know what’s next for us. But don’t think for one second this is the end. We’ve fought too hard to be where we are. We’re not going to roll over just because Chang thinks he’s got the upper hand now.

Interviewer: Do you think Jack’s decision to offer Cody and Ace those title shots is the right move?

Ashley: It’s the only move. Jack’s trying to keep us in the game. If he can give those idiots Cody and Ace what they want, it buys us some time. But let me make something clear—Chang may think he’s in control now, but we’ve still got plans. I’ll be damned if I let him or Sovereign destroy everything Jack and I built.

Her eyes flashed with anger, as if the interview itself was a reminder of everything she'd just lost.

Ashley: And as for Sovereign? This isn't over. I’ll find a way to get what’s mine. Count on that.

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The crowd was electric as Jeff Hardy and Penta El Zero M squared off in the center of the ring. Both men, known for their high-flying, daredevil styles, circled each other, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. The referee called for the bell, and the match began.

Chad Darby: This is going to be one for the ages, folks! Two of the most fearless competitors in the business going head-to-head!

Jeff and Penta engaged in a quick collar-and-elbow tie-up. Hardy, with a burst of agility, slipped behind Penta, locking him in a waistlock. Penta countered by breaking Jeff's grip and twisting into a hammerlock, wrenching Jeff’s arm behind his back. Jeff rolled through, freeing himself and quickly hitting the ropes. Penta dropped down, and Jeff leaped over him, bouncing off the opposite side. Penta sprung to his feet, launching a lightning-quick superkick aimed at Jeff’s jaw. But Jeff ducked under it, rebounding once more, and hit Penta with a flying forearm.

Chad Darby: The speed of Jeff Hardy! He’s still got it!

Penta rolled out of the ring to regroup, but Jeff wasn’t giving him any time to recover. The crowd began to roar as Jeff climbed to the top turnbuckle, ready for one of his trademark death-defying dives. Without hesitation, Jeff launched himself into the air, hitting a picture-perfect crossbody onto Penta on the outside. Both men crashed to the floor, and the arena erupted in applause.

Chad Darby: Jeff Hardy, taking to the skies like only he can!

The referee began his count as both men stirred on the outside. Jeff was the first to his feet, pulling Penta up by his mask and tossing him back into the ring to avoid the count-out. Sliding in after him, Jeff went for the cover.

1… 2…

Penta kicked out!

Jeff, not wasting any time, pulled Penta to his feet, looking to maintain his momentum. He whipped Penta into the corner and charged in, but Penta caught him with a back elbow to the face, stunning Hardy. Penta then grabbed Jeff by the wrist, pulled him into the center of the ring, and delivered a brutal sling blade, taking Jeff down hard.

Chad Darby: And now Penta’s back in control! That’s the kind of quick thinking that makes him so dangerous!

Penta, sensing an opening, went for his signature move, the fearsome Pentagon Driver. He hoisted Jeff up, but Hardy fought back, raining down punches on Penta’s head, forcing him to release the hold. Jeff dropped down behind him and hit Penta with a neckbreaker, sending him crashing to the mat.

With Penta down, Jeff climbed to the top turnbuckle, the crowd on their feet. He signaled for the Swanton Bomb, but as he leaped off, Penta rolled out of the way at the last second, and Jeff crashed hard into the canvas. Wincing in pain, Jeff clutched his lower back as Penta got to his feet, zeroing in on his opponent.

Chad Darby: Hardy went for it all, but nobody was home!

Penta took advantage, stomping viciously on Jeff’s back. He lifted Jeff to his feet, signaling to the crowd that it was time for the package piledriver. He hooked Jeff’s arms and lifted him up, preparing to drive him into the mat, but Jeff once again fought out of it, wriggling free.

As Penta turned around, Jeff hit him with a Twist of Fate out of nowhere! The crowd exploded as Jeff crawled over to Penta, draping an arm across his chest for the cover.

1… 2…

Penta kicked out at the last second!

Chad Darby: I thought that was it! Penta’s still in this!

Both men were down, exhausted from the fast-paced battle. The crowd was on their feet, chanting for both competitors. Slowly, they each got to their feet, exchanging heavy strikes in the center of the ring. Penta connected with a stiff chop across Jeff’s chest, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Jeff winced in pain but fired back with a forearm to Penta’s face.

They continued to trade blows until Penta ducked one of Jeff’s shots and hit a devastating superkick right under Jeff’s chin. Hardy collapsed to the mat, and Penta wasted no time, quickly scaling the ropes.

Chad Darby: Penta going up top! Could it be?

Penta stood on the top rope, throwing up his signature hand sign before launching into the air, hitting Jeff with a flawless double foot stomp to the chest. He covered Hardy, hooking both legs.

1… 2…

Jeff kicked out!

Chad Darby: Jeff Hardy refuses to stay down! What a match!

Penta, frustrated but determined, pulled Jeff up once again, this time locking him in for the package piledriver. He lifted Hardy and drove him headfirst into the mat with sickening impact.

Chad Darby: That’s it! The package piledriver!

Penta hooked both of Jeff’s legs as the referee dropped to the mat.

1… 2… 3!

The bell rang, and Penta El Zero M stood tall, victorious after an intense back-and-forth battle.

Chad Darby: What a match! Penta El Zero M picks up the win, but Jeff Hardy gave it everything he had!

As Penta El Zero M celebrated his hard-fought victory, the lights in the arena suddenly dimmed, and ominous beating drums filled the air. The crowd, still cheering moments ago, fell silent as they remembered the chaos that had unfolded just five days earlier when Loco X was brutally ambushed.

Chad Darby: Wait a minute… something’s not right here. We’ve seen this before. Those same attackers that got to Loco X... could they be here tonight?

Before Darby could finish his thought, the same three men and three women who had attacked Loco X stormed through the crowd, leaping over the barricades and sliding into the ring. Penta, sensing the danger, barely had time to turn around before the first of the masked men struck him with a vicious forearm to the back of the head, dropping him to one knee.

Chad Darby: It’s them! The same group! And now they’re targeting Penta El Zero M!

Penta fought back valiantly, throwing punches at his attackers, but the numbers quickly overwhelmed him. One of the masked women kicked him square in the ribs, sending him crashing to the mat. The other two men joined in, stomping away at the fallen luchador, while the remaining women circled like vultures.

Chad Darby: This is a mugging! Penta’s being brutalized by these six attackers! Just like Loco X!

The crowd booed furiously as the assault continued, Penta barely able to defend himself. One of the masked men lifted him off the mat and held him in place, allowing the others to take turns landing vicious strikes and kicks to his body. Another woman climbed the turnbuckle, balancing herself as she looked down at the prone Penta. With no hesitation, she flew through the air and delivered a devastating diving knee to Penta’s chest.

Chad Darby: This is sickening! Someone needs to stop this!

The referees and security rushed down the ramp, but the six attackers were already making their escape, slipping out of the ring and disappearing through the crowd, leaving Penta lying motionless in the center of the ring.

Chad Darby: Whoever these people are, they’re making a statement, and they’ve just taken out another top star in Penta El Zero M!

Medics rushed to Penta's aid as the crowd looked on in shock and anger. The masked group had struck again, their intentions still unclear, but one thing was certain: no one was safe from their ruthless attacks.