The pyro erupts across the stage, and the crowd in the Target Center roars with excitement. JWF Thunder is officially underway.

Chad Darby: Welcome to JWF Thunder, live from the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota! We are just over a week away from Fight Night, and I've been told Sovereign himself is kicking off tonight with a massive announcement about the card!

The arena lights dim slightly as Sovereign's music hits. The imposing figure of Sovereign steps out onto the stage, dressed in a sleek black suit. He exudes authority as he makes his way to the ring, clipboard in hand.

Once inside, he raises a mic to his lips, pausing as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

Sovereign: Minneapolis... you're looking at the man who runs the show.

The crowd responds with a mix of cheers and jeers.

Sovereign: Let's get straight to business. Fight Night is just over a week away, and it's going to be a historic event. Eight matches, all but four championships on the line, and more. Now, I know you're all eager to know the lineup, so here it is.

He adjusts his clipboard and begins.

Sovereign: First, the Thunder Women's Championship will be on the line as Tiffany Stratton challenges the reigning champion, Gigi Dolin.

The crowd pops, intrigued by the announcement.

Sovereign: Second, a match that could steal the show. Stunning Jay will go one-on-one with Kenny Omega.

Chad Darby: Now that's a dream match!

Sovereign: Third, the Galaxy Championship will be up for grabs as Kevin Owens faces the champion, Victor Garcia.

The crowd roars at the mention of Owens.

Sovereign: Fourth, for the Starlight Women's Championship, Amy Reese will challenge Dakota Kai.

He smirks slightly, continuing down the list.

Sovereign: Fifth, the International Women's Championship will be defended as Kairi Sane steps up to face the champion, Rhea Ripley.

The fans react with cheers, knowing the intensity this match will bring.

Sovereign: Sixth, things get extreme as Isla Dawn takes on Alba Fyre in an Extreme Rules match.

Chad Darby: That one's going to be brutal.

Sovereign: Seventh, for the Thunder Championship, Ace Sniper will challenge the champion, Bryan Danielson.

He pauses, the crowd buzzing louder.

Sovereign: And finally... your Carnage Championship match. Cody Johnson will step into the ring with the reigning champion, Bobby Lesnar.

The crowd erupts, the main event alone worth the hype.

Sovereign lowers the mic momentarily, letting the crowd react.

Sovereign: There you have it. A night that will change careers and define champions. So, I suggest you all get ready, because Fight Night will be one for the history books.

Sovereign begins to leave the ring, but before he can step through the ropes, Jack McMahon's music blares through the arena. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as Jack storms out onto the stage, his face twisted in fury. Ashley follows closely behind, trying to keep up with his pace. Jack, dressed in his usual business-casual attire, wastes no time, microphone already in hand.

Jack McMahon: Stop right there, Sovereign!

Sovereign freezes, turning his head with a raised eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Jack marches down the ramp, Ashley trailing behind, both entering the ring. The crowd's noise crescendos as the tension between the two men becomes palpable.

Jack McMahon: Are you serious right now? Cody Johnson gets a title shot? You're actually doing this?

Sovereign leans casually on the ropes, smirking.

Sovereign: You got a problem, Jack?

Jack McMahon: Damn right, I have a problem! Let me remind everyone here, including you, that Cody Johnson wasn't supposed to get this opportunity unless he stopped attacking me. That was the deal! The only reason he's even in contention is because he assaulted me, and you decided to reward him for it, after you already told him no!?

The crowd roars, loving Jack's indignation. Sovereign steps closer, towering slightly over Jack.

Sovereign: Maybe if you handled your business, Jack, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.

Jack scowls, his face reddening.

Jack McMahon: Don't twist this! Cody broke the rules! He doesn't deserve a shot at the Carnage Championship! He should be suspended, not rewarded! And yet here we are, with you playing favorites like he's some golden boy!

Sovereign smirks wider, shaking his head.

Sovereign: Jack, you know what I see when I look at you right now? A scared little man who's finally realizing he's not in control anymore.

The crowd pops hard for that line, and Jack looks like he's about to explode. Ashley steps forward, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder to calm him down.

Ashley: Sovereign, this isn't about control. This is about fairness. Cody Johnson is dangerous and unpredictable. Giving him a title shot sets a bad precedent for this company.

Sovereign: You done, Ashley? Because let me tell you what sets a bad precedent-cowards who whine and cry when they can't handle the consequences of their actions. Cody Johnson isn't the one who looks bad here. You are.

Jack McMahon: Oh, that's rich coming from you. You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? Well, I'm not letting this go.

Sovereign: You don't have a choice. The match is happening, Jack. Deal with it.

Jack clenches his fists, visibly shaking with anger.

Jack McMahon: You'll regret this. Mark my words, Sovereign, you just made the biggest mistake of your career.

As Jack McMahon fumes in the ring, pacing like a caged animal, the ominous crackling sound of a fire ignites through the arena speakers. Alba Fyre's theme music hits, and the crowd roars with approval. Jack and Ashley whip their heads toward the stage as Alba Fyre strides out, her signature bat in hand, flames flickering on the Jumbotron behind her.

Chad Darby: Oh boy, business is about to pick up!

Alba climbs into the ring, staring down Jack with an amused smirk before turning her attention to Sovereign. She nods toward him, lifting the mic she's carrying.

Alba Fyre: Sovereign, I wanted to thank ye for giving me the opportunity to put Isla Dawn in her place. An Extreme Rules match? Aye, that's exactly what I wanted. She betrayed me, and now she's gonna get exactly what she deserves.

The crowd pops, clearly behind Alba. She pauses, shifting her gaze to Jack and Ashley, her smirk turning into a dangerous grin.

Alba Fyre: But that's not all I came out here for. Ye see, I've been watchin' what's been goin' on, and I have to say, I'm sick of the pair of ye whining like spoiled brats.

Jack glares at her, but Alba doesn't back down.

Alba Fyre: Jack, Sovereign doesn't need to deal with this nonsense. So how about I do everyone a favor... and take care of yer little shadow over there?

The crowd gasps, then cheers wildly as Alba points her bat directly at Ashley.

Chad Darby: Alba just called out Ashley, and I think she means business!

Ashley steps back slightly, trying to play it cool, but the fear in her eyes is unmistakable. Jack steps in front of her protectively.

Jack McMahon: You take one step toward her, Alba, and you'll regret it!

Alba laughs, twirling her bat casually.

Alba Fyre: Regret it? Jack, the only thing I'd regret is not doin' it sooner. Yer wee princess here could use a reality check, and I'd be more than happy to deliver it.

The crowd explodes again as Alba takes a step closer, forcing Jack to backpedal slightly. Ashley grabs his arm, shaking her head.

Ashley: Jack, let's just go. This isn't worth it.

Jack and Ashley pause midway up the ramp as Sovereign's voice booms through the arena, halting their retreat.

Sovereign: Hold on there, Jack. I've got an idea.

The crowd quiets down, sensing the tension rise again. Jack and Ashley exchange a glance, unsure of what Sovereign has in mind. Alba Fyre, still in the ring, leans against her bat with a curious smirk.

Sovereign: Since Alba here seems so eager to hand out reality checks, let's make it official. Tonight, in the main event, it'll be Ashley versus Alba Fyre.

The crowd erupts with cheers, the announcement shaking the arena. Ashley's eyes widen in shock as she stares at Sovereign in disbelief.

Chad Darby: What?! Ashley in the main event against Alba Fyre? Sovereign is really stacking the deck here! I guess Ashley better start warming up, because she just got thrown into the lion's den!

Jack quickly regains his composure and steps forward, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

Jack McMahon: Wait just a minute, Sovereign. You want Ashley in a match?... Y'know what? Fine. But let's make this interesting.

Sovereign raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Jack McMahon: If Ashley beats Alba-fair and square- I can be barred from ringside, even- then you give us our shares of the company back.

The crowd gasps, buzzing with anticipation. Sovereign looks at Jack, then at Ashley, whose confidence seems to be wavering. Alba's smirk grows wider, clearly relishing the opportunity.

Sovereign: You really think Ashley can beat Alba Fyre in a clean match? You've got more guts than brains, Jack.

The crowd laughs, and Jack narrows his eyes, standing firm.

Jack McMahon: Do we have a deal or not?

Sovereign takes a long moment to consider, stroking his chin. Then he smiles-a confident, almost arrogant smile.

Sovereign: Deal. But remember, Jack, when Alba wipes the mat with Ashley tonight, this little power play of yours is over. For good.

The crowd erupts again as Sovereign drops the mic and walks to the back, leaving Jack and Ashley standing on the ramp. Ashley looks panicked, tugging on Jack's arm.

Ashley: Jack, are you insane?! What were you thinking?

Jack: Trust me, Ashley. You're gonna win this. You have to.

In the ring, Alba Fyre twirls her bat and grins, clearly relishing the opportunity to crush Ashley later tonight.

Chad Darby: What a blockbuster main event! Ashley versus Alba Fyre, with Jack and Ashley's stakes in the company on the line! If Ashley somehow pulls this off, it'll be the upset of the century.

The show cuts to a Pepto Bismol commercial, the crowd buzzing with anticipation for the explosive night ahead.