Cant Be Worse backs Samuel Roberts into the corner and unleashes a flurry of closed-fist punches, blatantly ignoring the referee's warnings as the crowd erupts in boos, each brutal strike snapping Samuel Roberts's head back before Cant Be Worse smirks at the jeering audience.

Samuel Roberts unleashes a lightning-fast flurry of kicks, targeting Cant Be Worse's legs and midsection with blinding speed, each strike landing with precision as the crowd roars its approval while the heel desperately tries to cover up and retreat.

Cant Be Worse stalks Samuel Roberts into the corner, grabbing a handful of tights before hoisting the fan favorite high overhead with pure brute strength. The heel holds Samuel Roberts suspended for a moment, letting gravity do its work before driving them down with a thunderous body slam that shakes the canvas. The crowd boos as Cant Be Worse flexes arrogantly over the fallen Samuel Roberts.

Samuel Roberts charges across the ring with lightning speed, catching Cant Be Worse against the turnbuckles with a devastating corner splash that draws a thunderous ovation from the crowd. The impact crushes the air from Cant Be Worse's lungs as Samuel Roberts's momentum flattens the heel against the pads, leaving Cant Be Worse slumped and gasping.

Samuel Roberts hoists the protesting Cant Be Worse onto their shoulder with raw strength, pausing for a moment as the crowd roars its approval, then drives them down hard into the canvas with a thunderous power slam that shakes the ring, leaving the heel sprawled and gasping for air.

Cant Be Worse rakes Samuel Roberts's eyes to stagger the fan favorite, then viciously cracks a brutal headbutt square into Samuel Roberts's forehead, sending them crumpling to the canvas as the crowd erupts in boos at the blatant street-fight tactics.

Cant Be Worse viciously swings their arm like a steel bar across Samuel Roberts's throat, the brutal lariat turning the exhausted hero inside-out as the crowd erupts in boos, Samuel Roberts crashing hard to the mat clutching their neck while Cant Be Worse sneers with malicious satisfaction.

Samuel Roberts catches the exhausted Cant Be Worse in a front facelock, expertly positioning for the classic DDT. With technical precision honed through years of training, Samuel Roberts drops straight down, spiking Cant Be Worse's skull into the canvas with devastating impact. The arena erupts as Cant Be Worse crumples to the mat, and Samuel Roberts immediately covers for what could be the finish.

Samuel Roberts tunes up the band in the corner as the crowd roars, and when Cant Be Worse 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.