After Akira won her match, Isaac Scotlyn made his way to the ring for a match With Wes G. The match was a number one contender match for the Nct Cruiserweight championship that was held by Rodrick Morn. The match was a classic back and forth between two amazing athletes, but just as Issac Was going for the final kill. The screen showed a raging Adonis whonhad just entered the building. Not only was he furious, He was also making his way to the ring.
Issac, took his eyes of the ball for a moment. He concentrated more on Adonis than Wes Gee, that was a mistake on his part. Wes Gee managed to turn the ties and roll Issac up for a roll up pin.
"One....two....theree"
And just like that, Isaac lost the title shot. He was furious and tried to bergen with the referee that it was only a 2 count, however before he can take the news further, "Couldn't" started playing. Adonis made his way out to a huge ovation frommthe crowed. He stood on the ramp in his ring-gear. He was mad at the betrayal he suffered at the hands of his so called "brother in arm" Isaac for almost coasting him the match on Saturday.
The crowd roared as "Couldn't" echoed through the arena, their cheers rising with every step Adonis took down the ramp. His jaw clenched, eyes locked on Isaac, who was still arguing with the referee inside the ring. Sweat clung to Isaac's brow, his face a twisted mess of frustration and disbelief—but it quickly shifted when he saw Adonis. Adonis didn't blink. He walked with purpose, ignoring the fans slapping the barricades, his stare never leaving Isaac. Sliding into the ring, he didn't say a word at first. The referee wisely stepped aside.
Adonis stepped closer, now nose-to-nose with him. "You almost cost me everything. And now here you are crying about a two-count like you didn't try to throw me under the bus three nights ago. I trusted you, treated you like a brother and thats the thanks i get?"
"I didn't ask for you to play hero with me. I didn't need your help dealing with Karmello and Trick. But, you just came along amd sticked your nose in my business. If you had just stuck in your lane, i would be the north AmericanChampion right now."
"You did all this because you wanted this?" He heads up the Championship." If you wanted this so bad, all you had to do was ask me for a proper match after I beat Mello, not attack me from behind like a little bitch."
"Oh really? If akl I had to do was ask than, Adonis would you do me the honour of letting me be the one to rip that title off of you next week?"
"One, you're not gonna be the one to do that. Heck, no one in nct will be able to do that. And two, why wait for next week to fight? You're here, I'm here."
Isaac dropped his mic and shoved Adonis hard in the chest. Adonis didn't hesitate. He tackled Isaac to the mat, fists flying. Security rushed the ring as the arena exploded into chaos. Refs and officials tried to pull them apart, but neither man backed down. This wasn't just a scuffle—this was war.
First it was Adonis who broke free from the people holding him back. He slipped through the arms of a security guard and rushed across the ring like a missile, ignoring the shouts of officials. Isaac barely had time to turn his head before Adonis crashed into him, sending both of them tumbling through the ropes and to the outside. The crowd erupted as the two brawled at ringside—punches flying wild, full of fury and betrayal. Adonis drove Isaac's back into the steel barricade, but Isaac retaliated with a vicious elbow that staggered him. They traded blows as officials swarmed again, trying to pry them apart.
"You were supposed to have my back!" Adonis shouted, lunging again even as three guards held him. His lip was split now, but he didn't care.
Isaac, panting, with a cut on his cheekbone, spat at the floor. "I'm no one's sidekick, Kid.!"
A voice boomed through the arena speakers—firm, commanding.
"Enough!"
The camera panned to the stage where General Manager Sean Michaels, mic in hand, his expression stone cold.
"If you two want to rip each other apart, fine. But you're doing it under my terms." he paused as the crowd quieted. "Next week here on Nct, it's official. Adonis Tyson vs. Isaac "The Swerver" Scotlyn. One-on-one. No interference. And just to make sure you two settle this the right way… it's going to be a steal cage match."
The arena exploded in response. Adonis and Isaac both looked up at him, bloodied and breathing heavy—but neither backed down. Their eyes locked again, and even with bodies between them, it was clear that this wasn't just about revenge anymore. This was personal.
The referee's finally managed to separate the two, and order was restored—at least for a while. The rest of the show carried on, and after a hard-fought main event where the NCT Champion retained his title, fans thought the chaos had come to a close.
But the screen suddenly cut to the parking lot.
There they were—again.
Adonis and Isaac, surrounded by toppled trash cans and equipment crates, locked in another brutal fight under the cold glow of overhead lights. Isaac slammed Adonis against a car hood, denting the metal with a sickening thud. Adonis responded by driving Isaac's shoulder into a nearby pillar, refusing to stay down. Security scrambled in again, but neither man was listening. This wasn't about the crowd, the cameras, or even the upcoming match next week. This was deep. This was personal. Every punch thrown now carried months of buried tension, every knee, every slam a reminder of broken trust.
Adonis grabbed Isaac by the shirt, pressing him against a black SUV.
"You think you're the victim in this?" he snarled, face inches from Isaac's. "You betrayed me. You knew I had it… and you still stuck your nose in."
Isaac, blood trickling from his forehead, sneered. "You were never the chosen one—you just got lucky. And I'm tired of carrying your dead weight."
Adonis didn't respond. He just punched.
Finally, a squad of uniformed security managed to wedge between them. One guard even handcuffed Adonis to a railing to stop him from charging again, while another dragged Isaac toward a waiting vehicle. The last shot before the show faded to black was Adonis, still struggling against the cuffs, shouting after Isaac as he was pulled away:
"You're not walking out next week . I'm ending this!" The screen went dark… but the hype for next week had just exploded.