Frank Moore hoists the protesting Flesh Wrecker high overhead with raw power, holding them aloft as the crowd roars its approval, before driving them down hard into the canvas with a thunderous body slam that shakes the ring and leaves the heel writhing in pain.

Flesh Wrecker catches Frank Moore off-guard with a cheap shot to the gut, then hoists the fan-favorite high overhead before brutally slamming him spine-first into the canvas with devastating force, drawing immediate boos from the crowd as Frank Moore arches in pain.

Flesh Wrecker launches off the ropes with a picture-perfect crossbody, catching Frank Moore completely off-guard and driving him hard into the canvas. The crowd boos loudly as the cowardly heel takes advantage of Frank Moore's early match focus, crashing down with full aerial impact and immediately hooking the leg for a cover attempt.

Flesh Wrecker wrenches back on the Boston Crab with technical precision, grinding Frank Moore's spine at a brutal angle while the crowd boos mercilessly. The heel ignores the referee's position checks, applying extra torque and sitting deeper to maximize Frank Moore's suffering, drawing anguished groans from the trapped babyface.

Flesh Wrecker catches Frank Moore off the ropes and hoists him high overhead before violently drilling him into the canvas with a thunderous power slam, the ring shaking from the devastating impact. The crowd erupts in boos as Flesh Wrecker flexes arrogantly over the fallen Frank Moore, relishing the destruction.

Frank Moore catches the charging Flesh Wrecker with explosive force, hoisting the heel onto their shoulder before driving them spine-first into the canvas with a thunderous power slam that shakes the ring, drawing a roar of approval from the capacity crowd as Flesh Wrecker writhes in agony.

Frank Moore summons their last reserves of strength, hoisting the exhausted Flesh Wrecker high into the air with a thunderous Vertical Suplex, holding them vertical for what feels like an eternity before driving them brutally into the canvas—the crowd roaring in approval as the devastating impact leaves Flesh Wrecker writhing in agony.

Flesh Wrecker hooks Frank Moore's head with calculated precision, wrenching the hold tighter as the exhausted fan-favorite struggles to counter. With textbook technique, the heel drops straight down, drilling Frank Moore's skull into the canvas with a perfectly executed DDT that draws venomous boos from the capacity crowd.