CHAPTERS

Venue: Nassau Coliseum Attendance: 12,000 Buy Rate/TV Rating: 0.95 Results

The night before the tournament, Logan Drake sat alone in his office, bathed in a soft, tired glow, felt more like a cage than a...

The steady buzz of the arena pulsed through the backstage hallways, a distant, restless energy that never truly faded. Even here, behind...

Logan Drake dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter, the metallic clatter echoing in the silence of his apartment. The lingering aroma...

The late afternoon sun hung low over the Florida coast, its golden glow spilling across the ocean and into the windows of a high-end...

A year. It had been a full year since Clayton Reed had walked up to Cade Mercer outside that dingy gym, flashing his wolfish grin and...

The air in Logan Drake’s office was thick with the scent of stale coffee and something heavier— doubt . His desk, once a battlefield of...

Colton Hayes pulled his dust-covered truck up the long, winding driveway of Glenn Sterling’s North Carolina estate. The perfectly...

The Apex Gym in Charlotte buzzed with life, filled with the rhythmic clang of metal plates, the steady thuds of fists against heavy bags,...

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds of Logan Drake’s cluttered office, painting the chaos in streaks of gold. Papers...

The fluorescent lights overhead hummed like dying wasps, flickering erratically, casting uneven shadows in the cramped, smoke-stained...

The late afternoon sun beat down on Bakersfield like a slow executioner, scorching the cracked pavement, rusted fences, and the men who...

The underground wrestling venue reeked of failure—sweat, spilled beer, and the ghosts of forgotten fights clinging to its walls. The air...

O’Donovan’s was alive with the reckless, whiskey-soaked chaos of a Friday night in Cork—pints clinking, voices roaring, the off-key wail...

Rain lashed the cobblestone streets of London, drowning the city in flickering lanterns and the hollow echo of carriage wheels slicing...

The 1980s were wrestling’s golden era—bigger, louder, and soaked in excess. The air inside the packed arena was thick with sweat,...

The St. James estate in Weston, Massachusetts, basked under the moonlight, its sculpted hedges and marble fountains whispering of...

The television flickered against the darkened walls, casting shadows that stretched and shrank with each frame. Colton Hayes sat hunched...

The Peak Media boardroom wasn’t just a meeting space. It was a battlefield. An uninterrupted view of the city skyline—a reminder that...

New York sprawled beneath them, a neon battlefield of power and ambition. The city never slept. But up here, in Peak Media’s high-rise...