Jack Dillon vs Tristan Mounts

Tristan Mounts never misses a chance to run his mouth, and today he’s found the perfect audience — a wall-mounted canvas of Jack Dillon. Smirking and calling him “Whack,” the cocky newcomer mocks his veteran opponent with juvenile taunts and swagger. What he doesn’t realize is that Jack himself is listening from the next room. The moment Tristan’s mouth goes too far, the man of the hour storms in with an eye rake and a flurry of shots that double the kid over. He drags him out to the main studio where the ever-watchful Jason Aleqsander looks on as the feud spills into the ring area.

Inside and outside the ropes, chaos reigns. Tristan finds himself throttled on the apron before being hurled into the squared circle. Jack wastes no time—dropping knees into the back, stomping the body, and locking on a punishing leg hold before cranking a trailer hitch that has Tristan groaning. Between purple-nurples, European uppercuts, and a vicious clothesline, the self-proclaimed prodigy learns what experience feels like. Jack taunts him with glute smacks, hoists him in a crotch-lift bicep curl, then plants him with a thundering slam. A bear hug, an F5, and a string of near-falls push the action from playful to brutal, the veteran clearly enjoying every second.

But Tristan isn’t ready to be anyone’s punchline. He snaps back with sharp kicks and a quick single-leg Boston crab, then bites his way out of a hold. A double-leg crab nearly folds Jack in half, followed by foot chokes and knee drops to the spine. Wrist tape becomes a weapon as he strangles and goads the veteran, proving that his risk-taking bravado isn’t all talk. Back and forth they trade momentum—eye rakes, goalie kicks, and chokes—until the studio floor echoes with every impact. What began as smack talk turns into a statement: pride, pain, and pure Weekend Wrestling energy colliding in one fiercely competitive showdown.