The King of the Canvas pay-per-view had just crowned its victor.
Avari Fusion stood tall, having survived a grueling battle against White Tiger to retain the WWFG World Heavyweight Championship.
The music blared. The crowd roared.

And then… it all cut.

No encore.
No announcement.
No follow-up on the war from the last show—the one between Omen and Blackjack, a collision so violent it left the arena scorched and a man engulfed in flames from his own actions.

WWFG remained silent. No commentary. No recaps. Just… silence.

And then?

Darkness.
Dead screen. Dead air.

The audience at home was left staring into blackness for what felt like forever—a full minute of nothingness.
No logos. No credits. No music. Just a cold, uncomfortable void.

Until it sparked.

A single match ignited on screen.

The camera was too close to capture much—just the flame and the thick, black glove holding it steady.
No face. No body. Just the hiss of fire in absolute silence.

Then, a voice.

Gravel. Grit. Vengeance woven into every syllable.

“Welcome back.”

The match burned brighter—illuminating only the edges of something far more dangerous than flame itself.
And then—
Cut to black.

No answers.
No closure.
Just a promise that something... or someone... has returned.

And when it comes,
Hardcore won’t be enough to contain it.