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“And the bell has rung for this first-ever NMW cage match, and for the moment we are at a standstill. None of the three women has made a move yet.”

“The first few minutes of a match are pivotal,” Rhonda said. “Sometimes the person who gains the early advantage can ride that momentum all the way to victory.”

Raven saw what Fiona was doing and instead of going on the defensive the former champion let Fiona get close before bellowing out and charging forward for a fast clothesline. Fiona ducked under the attack, coming around behind Raven. Elina reacted immediately, rushing in to grab Raven around the back. Raven was ready for her though and spun around to drive an elbow toward Elina’s face. Elina dodged and whirled around, grabbing Raven. Raven reacted quickly however, catching Elina’s wrists before she could lock in the hold and twisting her around. She shoved Elina away, sending her staggering over beside Fiona.

With another roar, Raven threw her arms wide and charged again - this time going for a double lariat. Elina and Fiona ducked and rolled beneath the attack and sprang back to their feet in perfect synchronicity at the center of the ring. - The crowd stirring as Raven turned and dropped to a half-crouch, her back to the southern side of the cage.

“And it was Raven Veyn that made the first move but she came up short twice!” Dan Rich exclaimed, “Two missed lariats and she was nearly caught up by Elina Zamora!”

“And now we see Elina and Fiona side-by-side staring down Raven,” Rhonda added, “I think these two realize their best bet is to join hands against the former champion!”

“But Raven does not seem fazed at all, in fact she’s smiling at ‘em!” Brent pointed to Raven, who had a sick grin on her face as her eyes moved between her opponents.

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The lights dropped low, plunging the arena into darkness again. A distorted hum rolled through the speakers before the titantron suddenly ignited in violent waves of purple flame, the digital inferno spreading across every screen in the arena like a supernatural happening. The audience erupted instantly, thousands upon thousands rising to their feet as a thin sheen of smoke crawled across the entrance stage. Raven Veyn’s theme slowly rose from the darkness and over the crowd.

“All rise for Raven Veyn… the Queen of Darkness.” Brent Christi declared.

Raven Veyn seemingly materialized onstage, standing motionless beneath the pulsating violet glow, arms crossed tightly over the chest of her heavy black overcoat. Her head remained lowered for a long moment, letting the anticipation build, before she slowly lifted her gaze toward the ring. A wicked smirk curled across her lips, cold and confident, drawing an even louder roar from the crowd. The former champions’ presence alone carried an unmistakable menace. Tight braids pulled back her curly black hair, sharpening every edge of her already striking features and framing the intensity burning behind her flashing eyes.

“The aura of this woman,” Dan Rich stated, “is enough to move mountains and freeze your heart right in your chest!”

As she stepped forward to the center of the stage the vocals of her theme began, Raven uncrossing and spreading her arms wide toward the heavens. For one suspended second the arena held its breath — the former champion then violently slamming her fists down against the stage. Indigo pyrotechnics exploded around her in towering bursts, flames and sparks soaring high from every side of the entranceway. The purple glow reflected off the smoke around her, creating the image of a woman standing at the center of a storm entirely of her own making. Raven remained still amidst the chaos, unfazed by the explosions surrounding her. As she raised her head her eyes drifted toward the ring, locking onto Elina and Fiona with a stare that could cut through stone even from such a distance. There was no trace of anxiety in her expression, no uncertainty whatsoever — only amusement. The villainous smile on Raven’s face widened slightly as she tilted her head upward. Then, with deliberate patience, she began her descent down the ramp. Every step was slow and calculated, her long overcoat swaying behind her while the crowd screamed louder with each passing second. Fans reached over the barricades trying desperately to touch her as she was announced. - Raven never once breaking focus from the ring ahead.

Once she reached the ringside, Raven stopped at the base of the north side steel steps and calmly unbuttoned her overcoat, shrugging it from her shoulders with theatrical precision. Beneath it, she revealed sleek black tights and knee-high boots paired with a fitted black crop top that exposed the intricate red and black tattoos winding across her torso and down both arms. With a sideways look Raven tossed the coat into a cluster of eager fans near the barricade, sending them into hysterics as they scrapped over the souvenir. Raven then turned her attention back to the ring, her expression sharpening as she slowly climbed the steel steps one at a time, eyes shifting between her smaller opponents like a predator sizing up prey.

“Raven Veyn, the undefeated former CSW women’s champion, is looking to forge her legacy anew here at No Mercy Wrestling. She defeated the up-and-coming blue chip Sammi George at the start of this tournament, then last week she forced Isabella Cadiz - the former champion of No Mercy Women’s Wrestling - to tap out! - Something that only one other person has ever managed to do!”

Raven slipped between the top and middle ropes then swiftly crossed the mat and ascended the southwestern turnbuckle. Perched high above the ring, Raven planted one boot on the middle rope and raised both arms into a powerful flex, proudly displaying her impressive upper body. The final notes of her theme drifted through the arena while the audience reached a deafening frenzy. Raven soaked in every second of it, her grin only growing wider as she looked down on all those below her. Then she hopped down from the turnbuckle with ease, rolling her shoulders and neck slightly. Something unmistakably clear to everyone present, particularly Elina and Fiona, was that Raven Veyn owned the scene tonight.

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RAVEN VEYN

RING NAME(S): Raven Veyn

THEME TRACK: KILLING MY DREAMS

PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: March 3, 2019

AGE: 27

ROLE: Heel

MANAGER: -

ALLIES: -

RIVALS: - Elina Zamora, Isabella Cadiz

HEIGHT: 5’9” (175.26 cm)

WEIGHT: 170 lbs (77.11 kg)

FROM: Portland, Oregon

SOCIAL MEDIA USERNAME: @SAVAGE_RV

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BACKGROUND: Raven Henson, known professionally as Raven Veyn, was born in Portland, Oregon. She was raised alongside her brother by their single father, a passionate wrestling fan who regularly took them to live events. From an early age, Raven was especially captivated by WWE legend Chyna, and she began dreaming of one day stepping into the ring herself. A tomboy, Raven spent much of her childhood with her brother recreating wrestling matches on playgrounds and watching Monday Night Raw and Friday Night SmackDown. As she got older, that desire evolved into ambition. While attending the University of Portland, Raven began training at local wrestling schools as a teenager and spent several years competing across Oregon’s independent wrestling circuit.

Raven’s big break came when she was scouted by Crash Syndicate Wrestling after a standout performance in a regional tournament. Soon after, she signed with the promotion and debuted under the “Raven Veyn” persona, immediately turning heads with her brutal “bulldozer” fighting style and unapologetic “no cares given” attitude. One commentator would call Raven’s rise was “meteoric”. Within months Raven captured the CSW Women’s Championship and held the title without suffering a single loss. Although she embraced an arrogant, villainous persona, her charisma and sheer dominance in the ring made her one of the promotion’s most popular stars among CSW fans.

When Crash Syndicate Wrestling merged into No Mercy Wrestling, Raven saw it as the perfect opportunity to prove herself on a bigger stage. Entering NMW as one of its top three female prospects, she was determined to continue her undefeated streak, reclaim championship gold, and forge a new throne to rule from. Her reputation as an unstoppable force who always looked out for herself preceded her, creating immediate buzz among fans and commentators alike. After only her first match, Raven had already secured the attention and loyalty of a large portion of the NMW fanbase.

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WRESTLING STYLE: Raven Veyn’s wrestling style is a combination of technique and pure strength. She delivers relies on sequences of stiff kicks and punches to soften up opponents and aims to keep them constantly on the defensive. She uses chain wrestling and submission attempts to wear down the competition throughout a match, demonstrating exceptional control and awareness. Despite her power striker mold Raven bosts impressive speed as well, making her offense hard to anticipate. She carefully manages the pace of her matches, alternating between explosive bursts and calculated pressure to disrupt her opponent’s rhythm. Her defensive skills are equally impressive, using counters, reversals, and well-timed dodges to minimize damage and create openings. She demonstrates resilience, absorbing punishment and turning the tide with timely counters. Raven’s charisma and in-ring psychology allow her to manipulate the crowd and her opponents alike, adding another layer to her strategy.

FINISHER & SIGNATURE MOVES: Pendulum of Doom, Hammer Lock DDT, TTH (Taken To Hell) (Modified Fireman’s Carry Stunner)

SUBMISSION HOLDS: Texas Cloverleaf, Surfboard Dragon Sleeper, Bearhug

ACCOLADES: CSW Women's Champion (2024 - 365 Days)

TRIVIA:

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”And here she is,” Brent said as Elina Zamora’s music began, “La Rosa de Sonora!”

“Brent…” Rhonda started.

“What?”

“Terrible accent.”

Elina Zamora stepped onstage adorned in her usual outfit; a sleek purple full-body suit paired with dazzling white sequin-covered boots that glittered beneath the arena lights. A flowing white robe rested over her shoulders, trailing behind her as the crowd cheered at her arrival. Elina paused at the top of the entrance ramp and slowly spread her arms, soaking in the adorations before making her next move. With a sharp motion she cast the robe aside which was immediately followed by a single blast of glimmering pyrotechnics erupting around her in a shower of silvery sparks. Thick white smoke came rolling across the stage, briefly concealing the luchadora from sight as the cheers grew even louder. The titantron and bannister screens were filled with shots of razor wire, sandstorms, and rickety muscle cars amid a setting sun. Seconds later, Elina emerged from the white haze with a confident smirk, the sequins on her boots catching flashes of light with every step she took. She confidently made her way down the ramp toward the ring, hips swaying, arms and chin held high, looking completely at home in the spotlight as her arrival was announced from the ring.

“And here she comes,” Dan Rich announced, “former two-time CMLL women’s champion, aspiring champion here in NMW, and the magnificent love interest of the one and only Uberto Cafrune, Elina Zamora!

“After defeating two promising young talents, Ash Weathers and Ada Eberhard, to get this far Elina is riding in with plenty of success and - without a doubt - confidence on her shoulders!”

“Yeah, but she needs to be careful tonight, or else Raven Veyn may put her and her confidence right through the mat down into the floor.” Brent added with a shake of his head.

“I agree with you there, Brent,” Rhonda said, “Elina has the experience and the skillset to win tonight but she can’t be cocky. She or Fiona, to be blunt about this. Raven Veyn isn’t one to strut your stuff in front of.”

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“Boy, one thing about Mister Deguara, he knows how to make a good speech.”

Dan Rich, Rhonda Pierce, and Brent Christi occupied their usual seats at the ringside commentary table, eyes tracking the GM as he wrapped up his opening speech. This week, Dan and Rhonda had opted for simplicity, both clad in solid black suits that gave them a more “generic” presence than usual. Brent, on the other hand, stood out sharply in a bright red blazer over white pants. - A bold contrast to his colleagues’ muted tones.

“And without further delay,” the elder Deguara said with a flourishing wave of his hand, “it’s time to begin! Now, let’s welcome in our competitors for our opening event - the women’s triple threat steel cage match!”

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“Ladies and gentlemen…” Antonio Deguara Sr.’s hoarse voice trailed off as the crowd immediately erupted, the General Manager of No Mercy Wrestling pausing on the main stage beneath the Titantron, smiling wide as he let the energy of the capacity audience wash over him. After about a minute, he raised the microphone back to his mouth, ready to continue as the noise slowly began to settle. Mark Trenton’s business partner and head of the Deguara family was the spitting image of the word “elegant,” dressed in a gray and white pinstripe suit with Stefano Ricci shoes on his feet and a glimmering Rolex on his wrist accenting his look. His gray hair was gelled and slicked back, and a very thin layer of makeup gave his aging face a youthful flush.

“Tonight is the night you have been waiting all week for,” Antonio continued. “Tonight, in a special showing, we are having our first ever No Mercy Wrestling steel cage matches.”

As the crowd stirred again the arena lights dimmed and were replaced by stark white beams that illuminated the massive steel cage suspended ominously above the wrestling ring. The cold metal structure glistened under the lights, each chain link casting jagged shadows that stretched across the canvas like a warning. Antonio looked up at the cage, his expression tightening for just a moment before he turned back toward the audience, feeding off their energy. He raised a hand, silently asking for the moment back, giving the crowd another few seconds to take it all in before bringing the microphone back up, ready to speak once more.

“Tonight… three women and three men will enter this ring. These steel cage matches will decide which two from each division go on to Las Vegas next week for the golden opportunity of claiming the championships.”

The brief lull broke as the audience surged to life for the third time. Cheers and shouts overlapped in a chaotic chorus, the sound rising higher and higher as more fans joined in, unable to contain themselves. What started as scattered noise quickly built into a roar, the kind that sundered the very air.

“It has been a long few weeks,” Antonio did not wait for the crowd to quiet down this time, instead continuing over the noise, “and the six competitors we have here tonight fought hard to get here. The final obstacle in their path before reaching… Caesar’s Palace. And after the final fight at Caesar’s Palace next weekend we - you - will have your first No Mercy men’s and women’s champions in the history of the brand!”

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Elena tilted her head slightly, her expression indecipherable as she considered Fiona’s offer. Elena knew that trusting another competitor in a match like this was a dangerous play. She was no stranger to the chaos of triple threats, where alliances often crumbled the moment it became inconvenient to stab your partner in the back. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about Raven. Elena was not entirely opposed to this idea, else by now she would have turned and walked away. The wheels in her mind were turning, but Elena was not ready to commit.

“So,” Elina smirked, “you and I team up… against Raven. We escape the cage together and then… what?… We go to Vegas together, winking among ourselves, as we prepare to compete for the first ever NMW women’s championship?”

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As Fiona finished, Elina’s sharp expression wavered, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features as Fiona’s words sank in. The suggestion was bold - unexpected. But there was obvious sincerity in Fiona’s offer that made Elina take pause. The idea of teaming up with someone other than Uberto - however briefly - wasn’t one she would normally entertain, but the logic was undeniable. Raven Veyn was a dangerous opponent, a former champion that had never been dethroned. And she and Elina had history to say the least. One part of Elina wanted to win this fight honorably, like a true luchadora. The other just really wanted the gold, no matter the necessity. Elina and Fiona had no kind of active rivalry with each other. - Though Elina did see Fiona as little more than an upstart. Still, Elina was curious. At the very least, how much Fiona had planned this out.

“You know she will expect that.” An statement but Elina wanted to see Fiona’s reaction.

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Elina slowed to a halt a few steps away, her gaze sharpening as it flitted between Fiona to Kendra. For a moment she said nothing, just studying them both with an unreadable expression. Her eyes lingered on Fiona a second longer, traveling from head to toe in a deliberate, assessing sweep before she spoke.

“Yes,” Elina’s voice had a slightly hesitant tone and a trace of a Sonoran accent, “I appreciate that.”

Sensing the quickly growing awkwardness Kendra immediately said, “Well, I doubt Ash was any competition for you but… Ada is a… you know, a real up and coming prospect.”

“Right,” Elina retorted with obvious dismissiveness to Kendra, turning her head back to Fiona, “well, it has been quite a journey to reach this point. Hasn’t it, Fiona? Just four weeks and yet… it is as if so long has passed. Do you know what I mean?”

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UNITED CENTER
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

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Friday night had finally arrived, carrying with it the weight of weeks of competition. The triple threat cage match stood as the final hurdle of the grueling Rubicon Gauntlet. The match outcome would determine the two men and two women who would advance on to the coveted title opportunity in Las Vegas the following week. Raven Veyn, Elina Zamora, and Fiona Chevalier were the last three standing in the women’s division, having carved a path through fierce competition to reach this night. And then in the men’s division there was Jay Wyatt, Mihailo Vasić, and Uberto Cafrune. - The blue chip talent, the giant, and the luchadore. The air around the arena was charged as thousands arrived with expectations crackling like static. Inside the United Center, the steel cage loomed high, suspended above the ring in silent promise of what was to come. Every spotlight, every camera, every whisper among the gathering crowd seemed to point toward it.

Fiona’s preparation had been relentless in the days leading up to tonight. On Tuesday and Wednesday she spent the entire afternoon inside the steel cage with Gwen and then later another jobber named Stephanie. Hours blurred together as training sessions pushed her endurance, precision, and resolve to their limits. Kendra’s presence during the practice matches and drills ensured that Fiona stayed motivated. That final push had not been about intensity alone, but about sharpening instinct and maintaining focus. Every sequence and move execution had been another layer of readiness forged into Fiona’s body and mind. Thursday had been a day of light conditioning and studying clips from both Raven and Elina’s matches. Now it was time to see if the grinding would pay off for Fiona and see her standing before the masses in Las Vegas the following week.

The Unity Center in Chicago was filled to capacity, its vast interior abustle with noise and movement. Nearly twenty-five thousand people were packed the arena, their voices rising and falling in waves that seemed to shake the structure itself. Red and silver lighting swept across the stands and the stage. The ring sat at the center like the eye of a storm, the suspended cage casting a long shadow across the canvas. The show tonight had drawn not just fans but an atmosphere that felt almost tangible, pressing in from all sides.

Outside, in the dim echo of the parking garage, that same energy bled through in a distant roar. Fiona and Kendra moved toward the stage area, footsteps steady against the concrete as the muffled thunder of the crowd filtered through the structure. The sound was constant, a low rumble punctuated by sudden surges that hinted at the spectacle unfolding within. Overhead lights cast long, stark shadows that shifted with every step forward. The closer they moved, the clearer the vibrations became, as though the building itself was alive and pulsing. Somewhere beyond the walls, the cage waited, already lowered or perhaps poised for its descent. The separation between outside and inside felt thin, like a boundary about to dissolve. Everything pointed toward the same destination—the moment when preparation, anticipation, and opportunity would collide under unforgiving steel.