Tama Tonga pins Melo for the win. Post-Match: The lights go out, and the Wyatt Sicks are in the stands. Match Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 (3.5 out of 5) That was an extremely fun match. Almost everyone got a chance to showcase themselves. Tama pinning Melo likely means we’re getting that United States Championship match down the line. I’m not sure about a Wyatts–MFT feud, though. They desperately need something interesting to make this feud work.

The arena was electric before the bell even rang. Fans knew they were about to witness something special — a match filled with elite athleticism, brutal striking, and unpredictable momentum swings. And it delivered in every possible way.
In a high-stakes multi-man showdown, MFT stood tall after defeating Carmelo Hayes, Ilja Dragunov, Shinsuke Nakamura, Matt Cardona, and Apollo Crews in a thrilling 14 minutes and 37 seconds.
From the opening bell, the pace was relentless.
Carmelo Hayes exploded with confidence, hitting fast springboard attacks and trying to control the ring early. But Ilja Dragunov immediately turned the match into a war, unleashing stiff forearms and punishing chops that echoed throughout the arena. The moment the crowd heard those strikes, they knew nobody was walking out untouched.
Shinsuke Nakamura changed the tempo entirely. With his calculated kicks and mind-game offense, he dismantled opponents piece by piece. At one point, he nearly secured victory after landing a devastating Kinshasa that left two competitors down at once.
Matt Cardona played the opportunist, constantly sliding in for surprise roll-ups and cheap shots. He waited for chaos — and chaos came often. Meanwhile Apollo Crews showcased pure athletic brilliance, delivering standing moonsaults and power slams that had the audience on its feet.
But through every flurry, every near-fall, and every knockout strike, MFT remained composed.
As bodies piled up and exhaustion took over, the match turned into a survival contest. Dragunov and Hayes traded strikes in the center of the ring while Nakamura set up another finishing blow. Suddenly, MFT struck at the perfect moment — capitalizing on the carnage.
One decisive finishing attack later, the referee counted three.
The crowd erupted in shock.
Against five of the most dynamic competitors in the industry, MFT didn’t just win — they endured. The victory wasn’t about dominance. It was about timing, awareness, and surviving a battlefield where every second could end a career.
In just 14:37, the match became an instant classic.
And now one question remains:
Was this a breakout performance… or the start of a takeover?