JWA Crash Carnival 2024 - Mask vs. Mask Inferno Match

[Kip Whistler]

Mask vs. Mask Inferno Match - No Time Limit
Omega Satyros vs. Diablo

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: Emotions are boiling over here at Crash Carnival as the student takes on the mentor as Omega Satyros takes on Diablo in a Mask vs. Mask Inferno Match. In JWA, the setup of an Inferno Match consists of a series of flaming tables at ringside, and the only way to win is to send your opponent through one of said flaming tables.

Beeman: Well, that ain't exactly the case here tonight, now is it LeRay?

LeRay: You're right about that, do to this matchup being Mask vs. Mask, there is a way to be disqualified, and that is unmasking your opponent.

Beeman: And I have no doubt that Diablo is willing to do that. Like Omega said, he has made a career on scheming and ruining the lives of those around him. Diablo's going to have to take a detour to the burn ward before the retirement home.

LeRay: I will say, it is weird hearing you singing the praises of Omega like that.

Beeman: What's weird is that he took 9 months to develop any kind of personality.

"Sympathy For The Devil" by The Rolling Stones plays, and Diablo makes his way down to the ring. He looks on to the loudest a crowd had ever cheered just for him. He asks Angela Apex for the mic.

Diablo: This is the last time I plan on stepping in this ring as a combatant. And the first I've been cheered like this. I wish the circumstances were different, but I'll be damned if I don't give you fans the best I've got.

Beeman: What a load of sap. How the hell did Omega stand being by this guy's side for so long.

LeRay: Some people have common decency Beeman, maybe this match can be a remind of that to Omega.

"Andromeda" by Satyr begins playing as Omega emerges, in a dark blood red mask with gold accents. He's all business as boos usher his way to the ring. The tables are ignited as Omega and Diablo take a moment, just staring each other down.

[Omega Satyros]

The bell rings, and Diablo sticks his hand out for a handshake. Omega takes his mentor's hand, and pulls him into a short-arm lariat.

LeRay: The disrespect. This might be the last chance for Omega to show respect for the man who set him up in this business, and that's what he does with it?

Beeman: Exactly, this isn't a wrestling match, this is a war! Surely Diablo would've done the same thing if Omega hadn't beaten him to the punch.

Omega, still with a grip on Diablo's hand, pulls Diablo up into a German Suplex. He locks a prone Diablo in Dionysian Madness. 

Beeman: Diablo is as good as gone. He's out.

LeRay: Not so fast Beeman. Diablo has life in him yet.

Diablo manages to drag himself to the bottom rope, using it to gain leverage, delivering a series of elbows to Omega, who ultimately breaks the hold. Diablo is gasping for air as he tries to get back to his feet. Omega nails him with a clothesline, sending him over the top rope onto the apron. The flames barely inches away as Diablo drags himself up using the ropes. Omega hits the opposite ropes to gain momentum. He looks to deliver a Satyr Kick, but Diablo manages to duck out of the way.

LeRay: It's the experience from a 25 year career that's going to be Diablo's ace in the hole for this matchup. Omega's going to be impulsive, trying to rush to the finish line. All Diablo needs to do is outlast him and find the right time to strike.

Beeman: Or, if he really cared about his protégé, he'd realize the best thing he could to would be to go belly up and accept his fate. This new Omega is going to demolish Diablo, and he's only prolonging the inevitable right now.

Diablo collects himself as Omega tried to untangle his leg. Diablo rushes in and delivers a drop kick to Omega's free leg, sending Omega to the ground, shouting and grasping at his knee.

LeRay: That might just be the opening Diablo needs, if Omega's down his primary leg that slashes out a good chunk of his usual offense.

Beeman: Absolutely heartless of you LeRay. Not only is that the knee that Omega uses for his Satyr Kicks, that's the knee that got injured back in August. Diablo is looking at the sum of his work in the wrestling business in the for of Omega, and is trying to ruin his career.

LeRay: Remind me again who caused that injury Beeman.

[Omega Satyros]

Diablo backs up, biding his time to see how his attack worked. Omega's making his way back to his feet, favoring his injured leg. Diablo rushes to the ropes, precariously climbing up before leaping and landing a springboard DDT on Omega.

LeRay: Such athleticism, even after a long storied career. Who couldn't be impressed by this display Diablo is putting on?

Beeman: The numerous people he's burned bridges with over said long career.

Omega powders out of the ring, still grabbing at his leg. Diablo gets back to his feet, bouncing off the opposite ropes and looks to dive out at Omega, only to have all momentum slammed to a halt with a chair shot. Diablo's slumped over the middle rope as Omega plants his good leg and nails a Satyr Kick to the side of Diablo's head. He  gets back up on the apron, dragging Diablo's limp body up, and heaves him up into position for a vertical suplex.

Beeman: And Diablo got a bit too cocky. Now he pays the price. If the Legado Del Infierno bullcrap he spewed on about on Mania is real, then it's clear that was exactly what Omega needed to be worth a damn in JWA.

LeRay: The pain in what can be seen in Omega's face. This is Diablo's last chance to escape.

Diablo manages to shift his weight enough to force Omega's injured leg to buckle, dropping down from the apron. While Diablo managed to avoid the flaming table, the positioning led to what was effectively a brainbuster to the floor. Omega's backing up, clutching his leg, seething in anger while Diablo's unmoving between two tables.

Beeman: Hell of an escape. He might not get up from that, leaving his just easy pickings for Omega.

LeRay: Easy pickings? Maybe, but Omega might have more damage in mind first.

Omega is limping somewhat as he walks over to Diablo. He pulls his mentor up, leaving him wobbling as he nails a second Satyr Kick, blood pouring from a tear in Diablo's mask. Omega throws Diablo back in the ring, grabbing the chair as he stalks his prey.

[Omega Satyros]

Omega is stood over Diablo, he raises the chair high over head, and begins wailing at Diablo's leg with it.

Beeman: Time for some payback from Omega.

LeRay: How heinous! If you wanna win the match Omega, then just win it. Diablo doesn't deserve this.

Omega: Yes he does!

Beeman: Wow LeRay, I knew you were a loudmouth, but I didn't realize you were that loud.

Once the chair is fully worn out, Omega lifts Diablo to his feet and nails him with Exodus of Helios. Diablo is unmoving as Omega looms over him.

Omega: Get up. Come on. Where's that drive to win? Get Up! I'm not done with you yet!

[Omega Satyros]

Before Diablo has a chance to get up, Omega climbs the ropes to deliver a brutal Satyr Sault.

Beeman: Finally Omega is living up to the potential everyone claimed he had. Took him long enough.

LeRay: How are you eager to watch this? Omega's lost his mind, and just might be trying to kill Diablo in there.

Beeman: Diablo's breathing. If he wants to end the match he can go out himself through the flames. Until then, just about anything goes.

Omega glares down at Diablo. Diablo looks up at Omega, and slowly makes his way to his feet. The crowd is silent in anticipation.

Diablo: I won't be able to save you from this path, but I'll be damned if you won't have to go through hell to get there.

[Omega Satyros]

Omega rushes at Diablo, fury in his eyes. Diablo catches him with a him with a kick to the gut. Emotions are flaring as he set Omega up for Demon's Kiss. He lands the move, and heads to climb the ropes. He takes in the cheers as he looks down at his protégé.

LeRay: Omega's in trouble now. Diablo's looking for Devil's Dive.

Beeman: It doesn't matter, he could do a million of those and it won't win him the match. He has to get Omega through a flaming table.

Diablo steps up, ready to leap, but Omega's a touch faster, making it to his feet and nailing Diablo with a right hook. Diablo staggers as Omega positions himself for an Avalanche Exodus of Helios. He nails Diablo with an elbow, shifting so his and Diablo's back are facing one of the tables. He uses momentum the top ropes to execute, leaping over flaming table, dragging Diablo down into said table. The bell rings.

Beeman: And that's all she wrote on Diablo's career! Omega shows what good this new attitude is doing him.

LeRay: I can't believe what's happened here tonight.

Before Diablo had a chance to recover, Omega drags him up and glares down at him, before tearing his mask off. A complete torrent of boos rains down on Omega. He takes his mentor's mask and walks up to another table, and throws it into the flames. His focus goes to the entrance ramp as music sounds. 

[“The Relentless” Conor Caine]

LeRay: It’s Conor Caine! Omega Satyros must be the next wrestler Caine has chosen to target!
Beeman: Given the performance Omega just gave, Conor Caine is asking for a world of hurt!
LeRay: I’m struggling to hear you over the ovation these fans are giving The Relentless One!

Caine makes his way down the ramp, dressed in street clothes with his shovel over his shoulder. Omega is ready for him, squaring up to Caine as the two jaw-jack at each other.

LeRay: I don’t think these two men will be able to contain themselves much longer! Conor Caine shoves Omega— What the?!

After shoving Omega aside, Conor starts beating Diablo with his shovel. The fans are stunned in silence for a moment but begin booing as the prone and defeated Diablo is clearly unable to defend himself.

LeRay: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

Caine pauses his assault for a moment, only to hold his shovel over another flaming table, setting the shaft alight. He hands the flaming shovel to Omega who starts laying into Diablo. The fans are throwing trash and cursing out both men. Caine talks to Omega who drops the shovel and climbs the nearest ringpost.

LeRay: Conor Caine is lifting Diablo up! Stop it! That man’s been through enough!!!

Caine hoists the limp Diablo up in the position for a Razor’s Edge and walks over to the flaming table where Diablo’s mask is burning. The boos from the fans are deafening. Omega leaps from the top of the ringpost and lands a dropkick square on Diablo’s chest, multiplying the force of Caine’s Razor’s Edge through the table.

LeRay: Why,Conor Caine?! WHY?!
Beeman: Medics! We need medics out here!

Caine and Omega look very proud of themselves as they leave the studio, passing a scrum of medics and officials rushing to attend to Diablo.