Old Flattop Joe unleashes a lightning-quick flurry of rapid-fire kicks to Andrew Garcia's legs and midsection, the speed forcing the heel to backpedal defensively as the crowd roars its approval, each strike landing clean before Andrew Garcia can mount any counter.

Andrew Garcia unleashes a lightning-quick flurry of rapid-fire kicks to Old Flattop Joe's legs and midsection, the sharp strikes echoing through the arena as the crowd boos the cheap tactics. Old Flattop Joe staggers backward, unable to counter the blistering speed, clutching his ribs as Andrew Garcia smirks arrogantly.

Andrew Garcia springs off the ropes with a high-flying crossbody, but there's nothing athletic about the follow-through as they drive their knee into Old Flattop Joe's chest on impact, drawing loud boos from the crowd as the heel crashes down with malicious intent, leaving the beloved face gasping on the mat.

Andrew Garcia rakes Old Flattop Joe's eyes to stop his momentum, then unleashes a vicious headbutt that echoes through the arena, splitting open Old Flattop Joe's forehead as the crowd erupts in boos at the blatant street-fight tactics that leave the fan favorite staggering backward.

Old Flattop Joe catches the charging Andrew Garcia mid-ring, hoisting the heel high overhead before driving them down with a thunderous power slam that shakes the entire canvas, drawing a massive roar from the crowd as Andrew Garcia writhes in pain from the devastating impact.

Old Flattop Joe charges across the ring with lightning speed, catching Andrew Garcia off-guard in the corner before unleashing a thunderous splash that crushes the air from their opponent's lungs. The crowd erupts as Andrew Garcia crumples to the mat, clutching their ribs while Old Flattop Joe feeds off the roaring approval.

Old Flattop Joe grits through exhaustion and unleashes a brutal lariat that nearly decapitates Andrew Garcia, the thunderous clothesline sending the heel spinning inside-out before crashing hard to the mat. The crowd erupts as Old Flattop Joe stands over the fallen villain, fist still clenched from the devastating strike.

Old Flattop Joe tunes up the band in the corner as the crowd roars, and when Andrew Garcia stumbles to his feet, delivers a lightning-quick superkick that catches him flush on the jaw—the crack echoing through the arena as the heel crumples to the mat in a heap while the fans explode in approval.

Andrew Garcia viciously swings their arm like a steel bar across Old Flattop Joe's throat, the brutal lariat turning the exhausted hero inside-out as the crowd erupts in boos, Old Flattop Joe crashing hard to the mat clutching their neck while Andrew Garcia sneers with malicious satisfaction.