CWE World Championship: Charon #2(c) VS DARKSPADE VS Cravus VS Charon #1 [CM:XVI- 07/15/2025]

[Cravus]

The mutated, half-submerged CWE wrestling ring—still a marsh, reeds and fog dancing under the arena lights. Thunder shakes the structure. Within the bog-ring: Cravus, Charon #1, and Darkspade are already trading heavy blows, their bodies soaked and streaked with sludge and blood.*





Micheal Cole: "This isn't just a match—this is an otherworldly war! The ring itself is alive!"

Charon #1 hurls a spinebuster into Darkspade, who crashes into a swampy corner post. Cravus rushes behind her and delivers a Death Snap Suplex that sends her rolling into the reeds.





Cravus staggers to center-ring and yells over the madness:


Cravus: “LISTEN TO ME! If one of us just lays down… this ends. The Oracle doesn't have to be summoned! This war—this death—it's avoidable!”







Charon #1 glares, her jaw clenched. Darkspade, staggering to his feet, gives a solemn nod.



DS: “You’re right, Cravus... to an extent. But *I* deserve that title. *I* deserve to be the CWE World Champion!!!! I DESERVE IT!!!!




Without warning—**Darkspade lunges!**
He grabs Cravus, spins him mid-air—




**FINAL GUIDANCE!!!**
A demonic twisting tombstone piledriver with a spinning lift into the muck!



Cravus is OUT.




Darkspade covers.




Referee: “ONE… TWO—”






But suddenly, the marsh *ripples*.
A hand punches up through the swampy ring canvas, clawing at Darkspade's leg—




**Charon #2 EMERGES like a corpse risen from hell!!**




She pulls Darkspade down into the marshy depths! Bubbles rise. A single glove floats up.



Corey: “WHAT THE—DARKSPADE’S GONE! HE’S BEEN DRAGGED TO THE UNDERWORLD BY CHARON #2!!"





Charon #2 begins to climb atop the unconscious Cravus to take the win…




But **SLAP!!**

Charon #1 storms over and backhands Charon #2 so hard thats she flies backward into the swamp turnbuckle!

Charon #1: “This isn’t *your* fate to decide!”






At that moment, the arena plunges into blackness.
*FWOOSH!!!*
A deafening roar echoes—and the marsh begins to DISSOLVE.



The ring transforms—rising stone by stone. Water drains away into cracks.



From the ground below, jagged obsidian spikes thrust upward as the ring becomes a cave of doom.



**MATCH STIPULATION CHANGES: IMPALE MATCH – NO ESCAPE. ONE MUST BE RUN THROUGH TO END IT.**



Micheal Cole: “What is this match anymore?! The environment keeps evolving—it’s a nightmare come to life!!”




Cravus rolls over, bleeding, stunned. Charon #2 and Charon #1 circle each other atop the spike-pitted battlefield. Darkspade’s arm claws up from beneath a stone as he rises again, coughing swamp water.

[DARKSPADE]

Shadows dance along the rough stone as flickers of red firelight pulse from unseen sources. The ring is a crude pit carved from the rock itself—ropeless, jagged, primal. This is not just a fight—this is judgment.*

Charon #1 and Charon #2 collide in the center of the cavern pit, the sound of bone cracking echoing against the stone walls as they exchange feral blows—punch after punch, elbow after elbow. The hatred between them is volcanic, each strike thrown with the fury of lifetimes of betrayal.

Charon #1 whips around with a spinning forearm, catching Charon #2 across the temple, but Charon #2 snarls and retaliates with a vicious whiplash lariat, her arm scything through the air like a guillotine. Charon #1 flips through the air, crashing hard onto the jagged stone—but worse still, her body skids within inches of an obsidian spike jutting from the earth.




**The crowd gasps.** One more inch and Charon #1 would've been impaled.




Charon #2 approaches, madness in her eyes, ready to finish it—but suddenly—




Darkspade emerges from the shadows, sprinting with supernatural grace. He twists through the air, cloak trailing behind him like a raven's wings, and goes for the Twisting Gothic Crusher—a spiraling, head-snapping maneuver aimed at Charon #1.

**But Cravus appears—like a specter from the void—and throws himself between them!**






**CRACK!**
Darkspade drives Cravus into the stone with the Gothic Crusher instead.





The crowd is stunned. Darkspade rises, wide-eyed, breathing hard—torn between remorse and confusion. He looks down at Cravus’s motionless body.




The count begins.
**1...**
Darkspade, trembling, hesitates.
**2...**

He falls on Cravus—**he covers his own ally.**

**3—NO!**









**Charon #1 rips Darkspade off Cravus with fury,** throwing him into the cavern wall. She SCREAMS in his face, eyes burning like twin eclipses.





"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING TO KEEP THE ORACLE SAFE AND TO END THIS FUCKING WAR, DARKSPADE, DAD, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE!"


Charon realized in that moment that, although she was right to an extent with her emotions, she might have also cost ending this entire ordeal. One could argue that the forces of evil were truly winning this match, as it was dividing the Death Family apart...




Darkspade, chest heaving, looks back and forth between the still Cravus and the furious Charon #1—his soul split in half, drenched in guilt. The cave trembles slightly, as if the obsidian itself reacts to this emotional quake.

[Charon Death (#2)]

A darkened wrestling arena crackles with tension as four forces of otherworldly power collide. The crowd roars—but suddenly, the emotional torment within Darkspade becomes the catalyst for a cosmic shift…



**\[MAGICAL TRANSFORMATION – EARTH TO MOON]**


Darkspade stands motionless in the ring, chest heaving, his eyes clouded with rage, sorrow, and betrayal. His hand trembles, then clenches into a fist as shadows swirl around his body. The lights flicker violently—and then...



BOOM!



The ring is ripped from its earthly foundation and **teleports to the surface of the moon**, encased within a **gigantic shimmering glass dome**. The Earth looms above, majestic and distant. Craters line the perimeter, and gravity slightly distorts movement. The crowd is gone—replaced by **phantasmal spirits** silently watching from beyond the dome’s shimmering walls.

Before Darkspade can process what’s happened, Charon #2 launches forward like a spear of hatred, shoulder-first into Darkspade’s ribs!



**BAM!**


Darkspade crashes into a lunar spike post. Charon #2 follows with vicious stomps, screaming incoherently, driven by an unhinged lust for supremacy.

Charon #1 is back in it—spring-boarding off the ropes with lunar grace, nailing a spinning heel kick to Charon #2’s jaw, sending her sprawling!

Cravus assists with brute force, hurling Charon #2 across the ring with a deadlift lunar suplex. The low gravity makes the impact exaggerated and disorienting. She bounces once, but kips up, refusing to stay down.







Charon #1 and Charon #2 collide mid-ring in a flurry of fists and forearms, an echoing ballet of hatred.

Cravus grabs Charon #2 for the Cravus Bomb, but Charon #2 wiggles out of the move and then delivers a vicious roundhouse kick—he stumbles, stunned.

Charon #1 capitalizes—Soulpiercer DDT to Charon #2! She covers—

**1!**

**2!!**










Suddenly, Darkspade—face cold, expression blank—grabs Charon #1’s hair and yanks her off the cover.






Charon #1 stares at him in disbelief.
“What…? Spade, what, the fuck, are you doing?!”








Darkspade stares down, tortured. His body trembles. Then—he slowly lifts her into the air...

**THE FINAL GUIDANCE DRIVER!!**







A devastating spike to Charon #1’s head echoes like thunder against the dome walls.

The crowd of spirits let out a soundless, rippling gasp.

Charon #1 lies unmoving.






Charon #2 crawls forward, dazed and bleeding.

Darkspade doesn’t resist. He kneels, arms spread wide, head bowed. Charon #2 drapes an arm over his shoulder.




























**The ref counts:**

**1!**





















**2!!**
























**3!!!**























Announcer: YOUR WINNER.... AND STILL CWE WORLD CHAMPION, CHARON, THE PHANTASM!!!




Charon #2's CreatureTron then plays on Earth in the stunned arena watching on the large LED screens.

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The dome pulses with strange light. Lunar dust rises like mist.

Charon #2 stands weakly, victorious, not understanding why.







Darkspade remains kneeling, defeated not by a move, but by the weight of his own soul.

Charon #1 lies unconscious.



and at that moment, high above the dome was The Employer staring down.... it then decended through the rooftop of the dome and landed in the center of the ring.... Darkspade sits up to then stare at the face of Angel of Death as she takes off her cowl.








To be continued through a CreatureMania moment- See here: viewtopic.php?t=842