RT @WSWFederation: ashes. Suddenly—@RitamKnight's theme hits and the crowd explodes in thunderous cheers. Ritam storms out with fire in hi….

again as Ares stands tall once more, clutching his ribs, his face twisted in pain and rage. The battlefield is once again wide open, and the war is far from over…. @Ares_WSW .@Devitt_Rimmer .@WSWFederation.

face. The ring shakes as the crowd goes wild. Ritam lifts Rimmer up, positioning him for the Attitude Adjustment—but just as he's about to finish it—. LOW BLOW!. Ares strikes from behind with a vicious low blow to Ritam, collapsing him to his knees. The crowd boos furiously

up strike—. But Ritam explodes forward with a shoulder tackle!. The impact drops Rimmer. The crowd pops!. Ritam raises his hand, dusts it off theatrically, and then signals for the Five Knuckle Shuffle. He runs the ropes—. "YOU CAN’T SEE ME!". The punch lands flush on Rimmer’s

brutal assault, Ritam and Rimmer toss their chairs aside and stare at each other again. This time, they shake hands. But just as the crowd settles down—. BAM!. Rimmer decks Ritam with a surprise punch!. Gasps fill the air. Ritam stumbles back. Rimmer charges, looking for a follow

is palpable. Then—a nod. Both men grab steel chairs, and in perfect sync, they unleash hell on Ares!. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!. Steel meets flesh over and over. Ares tries to cover up, but the beatdown is relentless. The crowd roars in approval, chanting “WSW! WSW! WSW!”. After the

flying as Ares crashes to the mat, stunned and caught off guard. The crowd erupts in shock and delight. Ritam slowly gets to his feet, rage in his eyes. Across the ring, Rimmer is back up, barely standing but fueled by adrenaline. The two former enemies lock eyes. The tension

Welts begin to rise, and the arena rains down boos, outraged at the merciless brutality of Ares. Just as Ares raises the chair for one more sickening shot. BOOM!. Ritam leaps into the ring from the outside, launching himself at Ares with a devastating clothesline! The chair goes

carved across his bloodstained face. He grips a steel chair like a weapon of destruction and turns his attention to Devitt Rimmer, who's trying to crawl to the corner, gasping for breath. CRACK!. The chair slams across Rimmer’s back. Another shot — this time drawing blood.

The camera pans to the carnage around the announce table, where Ritam lays motionless, his body sprawled amidst shattered monitors and broken steel. The crowd murmurs in confusion, still processing the madness that just unfolded. Inside the ring, Ares stands tall, a wicked grin

tall, furious, breathing heavily, staring daggers at Ares. Blood drips from his brow as the camera zooms in on the carnage surrounding them. The war isn’t over. Not by a long shot. @Ares_WSW .@Devitt_Rimmer .@WSWFederation.

in his face—until Ares shrugs with fake innocence. and then suddenly—. BAM! SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO THE REFEREE!. The ref’s body goes limp as he crumbles to the floor outside. The crowd erupts in a mixture of boos and cheers, stunned by the madness. Back in the ring, Ritam stands

slides in. 1. 2. —NO!!. From outside the ring, Ares grabs the referee by the legs and yanks him out just before the three-count! The arena erupts into stunned chaos. Ritam is furious. He glares at Ares, his face twisted with rage. The referee shouts at Ares, wagging a finger

the mat, positioning it perfectly in the center of the ring. He drags Rimmer’s battered body toward it, lifts him up high. and with a roar. A DEVASTATING AA THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR!!. The chair dents, the mat bounces, and Rimmer lays motionless. Ritam hooks the leg. The ref

begins brutally unloading chair shots to his back. One, two, three, four. Ares screams in pain, each shot sending shockwaves through his spine until he’s forced to roll out of the ring to escape. Now it’s just Ritam and the broken Rimmer in the ring. Ritam drops the chair to

with full force—crashing it onto the top of Rimmer’s skull! The crack of steel against flesh echoes like a gunshot. Rimmer collapses, lifeless, face-first onto the mat. The crowd gasps in horror and awe. With cold eyes, Ritam turns toward Ares—who’s struggling to get up—and

Rimmer Cutter! Ares goes down hard. The crowd explodes as Rimmer rises, staggering on his feet, chest heaving, soaking in the deafening energy of the arena. But he doesn’t see what’s coming. As soon as he turns behind. CLANG!. From behind, Ritam Knight swings a steel chair

through the arena, blood spraying with every strike as the mat below them stains crimson. The crowd roars in a frenzy, with them chanting “Let’s Go Rimmer!”. Suddenly, Rimmer digs deep, rallying with a burst of fury. He counters a forearm from Ares and plants him with a vicious

The crowd is on their feet as chaos unfolds in the ring. All three warriors are bloodied, broken, but not beaten. Ares and Rimmer, their heads busted open from the relentless war they’ve waged, begin exchanging stiff, brutal blows in the center of the ring. Every punch echoes

in disbelief, breathing heavily, disbelief written all over him. The war rages on, and all three men are down!. @WSWFederation .@Ares_WSW .@Devitt_Rimmer.