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FRESH START UNIFICATION MATCH AWS ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP AWS Asylum Heavyweight Champion ~versus~ AWS Global Champion View full promo

[center][i]Derek Wellings stands before his wrestling memorabilia. There are several championships in glass cases, two stand out in front of him. The SFW World Tag Team Championship and MWE World Tag Team Championship. His adopted daughter, Wendy, approaches him from behind. She's a young woman of Japanese descent in her 20s.[/i] [color=skyblue]*** Wendy Sato ***[/color] [color=Pink]Derek-san, are you feeling all right? You haven't done much in a few days.[/color] [color=Red]*** Derek Wellings ***[/color] [color=Yellow]I feel better than I did the last two years I was wrestling. Do you know why?[/color] [i]Wendy joins him, sitting in his lazy boy chair. He's still staring at his memorabilia, however, Derek's head slowly turns to this Monday Night Ward's card.[/i] [color=skyblue]*** Wendy Sato ***[/color] [color=Pink]Because you found a reason to live again?[/color] [color=Red]*** Derek Wellings ***[/color] [color=Yellow]Exactly, I quit my two last places in disgust and embarrassment. But Asylum Wrestling Society, who's been after me for several years, openly offered me a chance to set it right. You're damn right I'm taking it. I've worked too hard to fade into nothing and become forgotten. I'm fixing that, and I started with TJ Alexander. Came to the ring, and beat him without much difficulty. If that's the best AWS can offer, then my work is cut out for me. I crushed TJ Alexander, the AWS Global Champion, I don't know how Necra Octavian Kane lost to him, but that's an embarrassment. The quality of a champion is determined by the quality of his opponents. TJ Alexander has no quality, and now that I've beaten him in one-on-one combat, non-title match too! Maybe I should declare I'm coming for his championship? I'll think about it because I have a more worthy and distinguished opponent with Freddie Roberts... a man who stole the family name of my partner in Scum of the Earth. Sorry, Leon but I don't think I can force Freddie to give up the name he stole from you. But what I can do is make a promise, and I promise that I will win this match. I'm going into Reindeer Games with a flawless record, and I plan to leave the War Games at Reindeer Games with a flawless record. “Ravishing” Freddie Roberts is just a minor speed bump. You're a fancy, a true queen of the desert, and that's not going to save you. Me and you BOTH know, I shouldn’t be facing you. I should be facing TJ Alexander again for the AWS Global Championship, not Vin Halstead. Asylum is my chance to finish my career on a high note. And that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to finish on a high night and Freddie, you're going to be one of the many I will have to crush. I said once, and I'll say it again: One Man's Hate Leads To Another Man's Fate. See you at ward, bucko.[/color] ~Fin [/center]

AWS - Vin Halsted - From Darkness to Light: Chapter 2: Let There Be Light ::As Halsted walks through the Hall of Halsted, reality sets in and he realizes that he is about to reach the first of his trials in the Light. He looks down the line at all of the world championships that he’s captured over the span of his legendary career. He reminds himself what that feeling is like and he closes his eyes. He lets his mind drift to relive each triumph as he recalls lifting each one above his head in victory after putting down the champion before him. With each flash, Halsted is reminded of the pain and suffering that it took to capture each title. He recalls the reactions of the crowd in attendance. Sometimes he had their support and other times he felt their utter hate for him. The hair on his neck starts to rise as goosebumps run up and down his entire body right before he opens his eyes. A bright light forces him to come back to reality and he realizes that he isn’t alone in the hallway. The feeling comforts and reassures him just as he feels a hand on his shoulder.:: Mr. Han: Master Halsted, are you alright? ::Halsted reassuringly smiles.:: Halsted: I’m fine, Mr. Han. Have you returned from your Call to the Light? Mr. Han: Yes, it really was enlightening. Halsted: The Book has a way of putting everything in perspective, doesn’t it? Mr. Han: That it does, Master Halsted. Halsted: Have the others been able to read the text, yet? Mr. Han: I’m not quite sure. I believe I just returned from my venture into the Light. Halsted: Where is the Book, now? Mr. Han: After I returned to the bench in the Labyrinth, I brought the Book with me when I walked back to the kitchen. I’m afraid that I may have left it there, though. Halsted: I wonder who will pick it up next but I’m excited to see how the Light affects them. I hope everyone here gets to experience all that the Light has to offer them. Mr. Han: It’s a transformative experience. I feel that my eyes are open for the first time in a long time. Halsted: This is a different side of you, Mr. Han. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. Mr. Han: The Light helped me put some things in my past to rest and forced me to come to terms with it. These were things that I thought I long forgot and well before you came into my life. Halsted: Now that seems like something we need to explore more of but not now. I want to sit down with everyone in the Manor once they have all experienced what the Book has to offer. There’s so much to it, but the first reading forces the reader to come to terms with their past. How it does it is a mystery to me for now, but I think we will be able to learn a great deal about it as we each get a chance to explore everything the text has to offer. Mr. Han: I agree… I think each reader will have a unique experience, but we will all be able to help each other as we become more enlightened by what the Book has to offer. Halsted: There are so many questions and answers that we will explore together. We will be able to come to terms with so much and we will be stronger than we have ever been. I, already, feel like a changed and refreshed man with the book in my hand. Have you tried the Hot Tub yet? Mr. Han: I wasn’t sure if I should. Halsted: It will put so much of what you read into perspective. They work together as the Book repairs your mind; the Hot Tub repairs your body. Mr. Han: I’ve noticed a difference in you, Master Halsted, and Margot has said that you are moving like you did when you first met her. I wouldn’t mind if my old back was a little straighter and less stiff. Halsted: Use the Hot Tub, today, Mr. Han. It will fix all of that and more for you. Mr. Han: Thank you, Master Halsted. I’ll do just that. ::Mr. Han nods to Halsted and walks towards the Halsted Fieldhouse. Mr. Han uses the locker room to change and then walks over to the Hot Tub. He climbs in and begins to feel the healing water around him. He sits down, rests his head on the back of the Hot Tub as the water quakes while the mystical blue light begins to illuminate. Meanwhile, Halsted returns to his memories of past championship glories. Margot walks in to remind him that it’s time for another training session.:: Margot: Hey… are you ready, Vin? Halsted: I’m always ready, Margot. What do you have planned today? Margot: Well, I wanted to see if you can do some of your older spots. You used to do more dives and high flying in your early wrestling career. I think it’s time for you to bring those moves back into your repertoire because TJ seems to think that you’re too banged up to execute moves like that. ::Halsted smirks.:: Halsted: When is this guy gonna learn that he’s just a placeholder for me? Margot: Let’s take it down a notch, Vin. I realize you’re beaten him all four times you two have faced off, but he is younger than you and he’s an excellent highflyer. I want to see if you can match his movements in the ring like you used to do before you had your wars with Charlie and Ashley. Halsted: Those were some brutal matches, but time heals all wounds. Margot: More like the Hot Tub heals all wounds. I barely recognize you as scars have completely faded and you move like you did fifteen to twenty years ago. Now, I realize that you’re almost forty, but I’ve never seen a forty-year-old man lift, run, and move the way you have been moving ever since you first sat in there. Halsted: If the Book has taught me anything, it has taught me that I will experience trials along the way to the absolute top of AWS. Taking the Global Championship from a punk kid is my first trial. It has said that I will be tested by youth and this brash kid is in need of a lesson in the Light. Margot: I know you believe that, but I need to see it for myself. Get in the ring and show me what you can do. ::Halsted nods and climbs into his sparring ring. He starts by running the ropes and bounces back and forth like Bron Breaker. He switches to leaping on and off of the ropes like Rey Fenix. Margot watches on with widened eyes and her jaw dropped.:: Margot: I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you, Vin. This is the best I’ve ever seen you move, and I didn’t even hear one snap or crackle as you moved. How do you feel? Halsted: I feel great, Margot. The Light is making me better in every way. ::Halsted smiles genuinely at Margot as she continues to look shocked.:: Margot: Your tone and demeanor have changed, too, Vin. I think you can face any trial that is thrown at you and absolutely destroy it. Halsted: Nothing is going to stand in my way, Margot. Not a trial of youth, not a ghost from my past, and certainly not time. I’ve been in desperate need of change and the Light is showing me the way. Have you gotten to read the Book yet? Margot: Which book is that? Halsted: The Book of Light. Margot: Is that the one you’ve been going on about? Halsted: Yeah, I think Mr. Han had it last. Margot: I guess I’ll ask him if I can borrow it when he’s done with it. Halsted: He said he left it in the kitchen. Margot: Oh, who knows where it will end up next, then. Halsted: That’s the exciting part! Margot: I’ll take your word for it, Vin, but you need to focus all of this newfound energy in finishing off TJ once and for all. I know he wants to believe that you barely got those previous wins over him and that he’s due for a win. Halsted: The Book of Light says that the Devil always believes he is due, but the Light will always prevail. I’ve shown this heretic four times and yet he still wants to show the AWS Universe that he deserves to hold the Global Title. The youth always want to be right and always wants to have the last laugh but that will be his demise. He may have taken that title from Necra but she knew it was only a matter of time that I would take it from him when she blessed me with The Book of Light and the Hot Tub. She sees the future and she knew this was the path that I was meant to be on. Soon the entire AWS will experience what the Light is all about and let them all be enlightened by their true king. A great unification is coming to AWS, and I am the one to bring it to Light. Margot: Just stay focused, Vin. Everything will come to you if you just stay the course. ::Margot looks at Halsted approvingly and Halsted goes back to work in the Halsted Fieldhouse. Scene fades to black. END SCENE.::

(The scene opens up in an open plan living room, in a rented hotel in Las Vegas. The dim lighting and the luxury black leather couch in the middle of the room, sits there, a few seconds later in walks TJ Alexander. Dressed in blue jeans and a white short-sleeve T-Shirt with a gold chain around his neck, more importantly the AWS Global championship over his shoulder) “Four is an even number, but to me it’s an unbalance number, it favours one person against me, and it’s been a curse, a nightmare that I have had to deal with inside my head, it screams at me a lot of the days, it’s something that I can’t push away, but this Monday Night on the special edition of Monday Night Ward, I get the ultimate chance at doing so, you see if you don’t know what I’m talking about, the number four is the amount of times Vin Halstead has beaten me since I‘ve returned to AWS in a row, four times we’ve faced off in the ring, and every time his been able to be a little bit better, slightly better and I do mean slightly.” (TJ frowns) “But in between those defeats to Vin Halstead I’ve become the global champion, and now I stand here with gold in my hands defending this title at Monday Night Ward, not by choice, definitely not by choice, but I can’t deny that you haven’t earned this title shot Vin, because in reality, you have, four times over. But by my choice you wouldn’t be touching distance with my title. But here we are Vin, on this special edition of Monday night Wad, I am ready to end this losing streak, I am ready to full stop end you besting me over and over again, and more importantly when it matters, keep my title and not let you have that fifth in a row.” (TJ adjusts his global championship that’s on his shoulders) “When it matters like now dig deeper than I’ve ever had to before to retain my title, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it, and if that also means ending your career then so be it, but I know it’s not gonna be an easy feat to do it, I know how tough you are, even at your age in the game, you’re still going strong, more so than most veterans, most veterans can barely bend down to tie their laces up without bones crackling, but being in the ring with you, I see it, that your different Vin, but I also know me, I know me inside and out and when I’m desperate enough, I’ll do ANYTHING to win.” (TJ smirks with the global championship on his shoulder) “And I mean anything, but Vin when I do break the camel’s back and break this chain around my ankles, and I see you on the mat looking up at me, I’ll finally be free, free from you, free from the number four and I would have cemented my first title defence victory, and with it being you, it will have substance, it will have meaning, it will show the rest of AWS that I’m a true champion. That my victory over Nectra Octavia Kane wasn’t a fluke, that I stand tall as champion.” (TJ smirks) “Vin the four times we’ve wrestled, I haven’t been just losing to you, as it infuriates me to say, I’ve been collecting, I’ve been collecting every little thing that you can do in the ring, and I’ve been storing it in my head, and now I’ve rewatched over and over again in my head, now I know how to beat you. I have had it down in muscle memory of what you can do in the ring, and all of my senses are ready to tear you down, strip away at you, bit by bit, brick by brick. Vin you walk around like you’re a god, and even against me, you’ve got some leverage to that claim. But now all gods come to an end, I am gonna be a god slayer, and bring you down from the mountain you sit at, this match Vin will be my salvation against you.” (TJ adjusts his global championship) “The desert that surrounds Las Vegas must have some stories to tell, because once a lifetime ago, the city of sin was ruled by mob law, they ruled the city and killed anyone who stood in their way or tried to cheat, they would get wacked and carted off into the desert, but none of them stories or deaths are gonna measure up to yours Vin, this is your final resting place, when I put you down into the mat, and plant your head straight to hell, it’s gonna be Game-Over for you sunshine. And Vin you can take it with grace, you can take it with honour, and you can take it to your grave.” (TJ smiles) “Vin I know your gonna come out with the utmost confidence and the arrogance that you’ve already beaten me, that you think that this separate match for my global championship is gonna be a walk in the park for you, but your totally and utterly wrong, I’ve learned my lessons from our previous matches, I’ve studied you more than I’ve studied any of my opponents, I have you engraved in my head, from move to move, I know how to beat you and I WILL.” (TJ smirks adjusting his global championship) “So Vin Halstead come out and chip away at how many times you’ve beaten me, we all know now, but we also know that the only win that matters is the win I have over you to retain my global championship this week on Monday night Ward. So Vin Halstead this time it’s gonna go my way and it’s game over for you.” (Scene ends)

The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where AWS Backstage Interviewer Laura Andersen stands poised with a microphone in hand. Beside her is the ever-charismatic and confident #1 Daron Smythe, dressed in his signature ring gear with the AWS Internet Championship proudly draped over his shoulder. LAURA: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the AWS Internet Champion and the self-proclaimed “#1 man in professional wrestling,” Daron Smythe. Daron, tonight you’re stepping into the ring with former Asylum Heavyweight Champion, Summer Rayne. How are you feeling heading into this matchup? DARON: (grinning, adjusting the Internet Championship on his shoulder) Laura, it’s no surprise to me that once again I find myself up against a main-event-level talent. Summer Rayne has been to the top of the mountain, and tonight, I prove to her—and everyone else—why I’m the guy everyone keeps trying to knock down. I am the #1 man in professional wrestling, and every time I step in that ring, I make sure the world remembers it. LAURA: Speaking of making statements, you’ve been holding the AWS Internet Championship for some time now. Fans are wondering—when will we see you defend that title? DARON: (smirking) That’s the thing about me, Laura—I’m not hard to find. This championship? It’s not just a prop, it’s a statement. I’ll defend it anywhere, on any show, at any time. I don’t run from challenges, I embrace them. You’ve got a dream of facing #1 Daron Smythe for this Internet Championship? Step up, because I’m always ready. LAURA: You’re certainly not short on confidence, Daron, and you’ll need every bit of it as you look ahead to Reindeer Games, where you’re thrust into the main event for the Asylum Heavyweight Championship. You’ll face both Drake Nygma and Ethan Murphy in what promises to be a chaotic match. What are your thoughts on that showdown? DARON: (his smile fades slightly, his tone becoming more serious) Drake Nygma… Drake might be the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced, not just physically, but psychologically. He’s been through trauma, Laura, just like me. The difference is in how we’ve dealt with it. Drake channels his pain into something dark, something almost otherworldly. In some ways, it’s like looking in a mirror—but the reflection is distorted. And Ethan Murphy? Let’s not forget, the guy is a generational talent and a former champion. When you’ve got three guys of this caliber in one ring, anything can happen. But I’m not looking ahead just yet. LAURA: So, the focus for tonight is— DARON: Summer Rayne. Tonight, the focus is on establishing why I’m #1 in AWS, why I’m the future of this company, and why this Internet Championship stays on my shoulder. Summer’s a big name, but after tonight, she’ll be another stepping stone on my road to greatness. LAURA: Confident as always, Daron. Best of luck tonight against Summer Rayne. DARON: (flashing a confident smile) Luck’s for losers, Laura. I don’t need it. (With that, Daron adjusts the title on his shoulder one more time and walks off screen, leaving LAURA looking impressed yet slightly wary of the man’s self-assured demeanor.) LAURA: Ladies and gentlemen, that was Daron Smythe. Stay tuned, because this is one matchup you won’t want to miss. (The camera fades to black, transitioning to the arena.)

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Olympia Waybright and Desiree Forte were now firmly back into the role of the “hunters” when it came to the tag team scene of the Asylum Wrestling Society and even though it’s been a while since they were there. Chasing the tag team titles, dealing with the outright THICKNESS of the AWS Tag Team division. It was cutthroat with teams fighting and starving for the tag team titles since championship status was everything. Not that Olympia and Desiree couldn’t hang in the division. Far from it in fact. They had to be violent, not afraid to get busted open and put through tables and have the grit and anger to do it to other people. That’s how they became the very first AWS World Tag Team Champions as well as the longest. All while being a part of one of wrestling’s most dominant stables the Centre Of Attention. A team made up of wrestlers from Canada, the UK, and Australia. Countries that spelled “Center” like “CENTRE”. And as for the “attention” aspect all four of them demanded it and COMMANDED it through their passion and drive in the ring and on the microphone. They just went about getting it in different ways. Olympia Waybright was a natural born athlete. She was the daughter of two Canadian olympians. She knew how to train and condition her body since she was a small child. But she chose wrestling due to the fun of the business and the physicality of it. She didn’t have to wait months between meets and events with one massive one every four years like olympic athletes did. Desiree Forte’s drive towards wrestling was more vain but honest. She loved the fashion of professional wrestling. The glam of it all. Wrestlers dressed up like comic book characters, anime characters, horror villains, action movie characters. The larger than life styles of wrestling that were unlike any other. And she was more than capable of fighting and looking good while doing it. They utilized all of that. All of their training and every part of their backgrounds and interests as a part of the COA, as well as their natural aggression and craving to be the best. Which brought us to this upcoming Ward match against The Hooligans. Another tag team on the title hunt. Olympia and Desiree knew ABOUT THEM but never had them on their direct radar since they were lower on the tag team totem pole. At least until now. It was survival of the fittest. Time to see if Olympia and Desiree could survive. ******* The scene started with two women dressed in red and black workout gear on the way to the private gym in the Centre Of Attention clubhouse. Located in the basement. Looking sporty and sexy on their way to train and get ready for their match against The Hooligans at Ward. Their cameras focused on them and their perfect ten bodies as they walked down the hallway, into the personal job. Ready to capture their words and voices. Olympia Waybright: If you think that we just go through our paces at the Asylum Wrestling Society Dojo then you’re dead wrong. Desiree Forte: Le travail ne s'arrête jamais. The work never stops. Especially now that Olympia and I are working to get those tag team titles back. Olympia and Desiree’s voices were overheard while they walked to their personal gym and made a direct path to the cardio station. Stretching, bending, and loosening up their bodies in between footage of them performing ring drills at the dojo all while mentioning that they were on the contenders side of the tag team hunt FOR NOW. Olympia Waybright: That’s how it is in the Centre Of Attention. No days off. Hell, Xander and Mason were here yesterday and will be here later today. Putting in work their way to get better like we are. We have to keep up with them. Desiree Forte: That’s our biggest competition but not our only competition. Non. The men we work with keep us sharp as women who wrestle. That means we don’t back down against men or women. Olympia Waybright: It doesn't matter if you're a top tier champion, a pair of weaklings, or like our opponents for Ward a hungry team like The Hooligans. Desiree Forte: Cage, Declan. You boys are in trouble. Because we know that the only way to get our championship titles back is by beating everyone in our way. And more of the variety of footage was shown. This time Olympia and Desiree were shown lifting weights and building up a good sweat in the process between not just ring work in the dojo but clips of The Hooligans. Cage Eames and Declan McGinnis. And then the footage transitioned to Olympia and Desiree in the clubhouse. Standing in front of the camera Olympia Waybright: Hooligans See we’re doing all of the daily training and preparation because we hate the situation we’re in. Seeing our titles off of the clubhouse wall. It’s a damn shame but Desi and I are gonna change that real soon. And it starts with us beating your asses at Ward. Desiree Forte: Hooligans you two are a bunch of drunken Irish slobs who reek of whiskey and desperation. Nobody in the Asylum Wrestling Society has a chance at beating us, especially you two. Olympia and I are on the rise again. Atteindre le sommet. Rising to the top. Not going to be slowed down by anyone. Man or woman. Olympia Waybright: ANY tag team that steps in our way will suffer. Especially now that we’re in the title chase. We want to be champions back and you idiots don’t stand a chance against us Desiree Forte: Do we have your attention now? Olympia and Desiree said their peace. Speaking directly to their opponents at the Televised show. Then the promo faded with the Centre Of Attention eyeball logo appearing on screen.

Roleplay ScoringThe following applies to the scoring of all roleplays send by handlers in Asylum Wrestling Society. Each scoring is subjective to the staff member or member of the community doing the scoring. As everyone will not agree with the scoring, the person usually to blame for scoring roleplays is CEO & Founder Charlie Feigel. These are the categories that will apply to scoring roleplays: Readability (20 Points)Fundamentally readability is essential, roleplays need to be clearly written with the reader in mind, that doesn’t necessarily mean adding more fonts and colors, but more language decisions. Storytelling & Character Development (20 Points)The ability to properly tell a story with your roleplay and the development of the character in question. Essentially, something to follow along with. Description (20 Points)Description is painting a picture with the roleplay. Creativity (20 Points)Setting the writer apart from others writing roleplays. Match Relevance (20 Points)Anything that adds relevance to the match at hand. Referencing the opponent(s) and the match(es), for example we tend to ask for roleplays outside the ring in a different setting, like The Undertaker’s Funeral Parlor or Brutis Beefcake’s Barbershop. Hell, even training scenes or house shows are welcome.

The scene opens in KD Feigel’s home gym, a gritty setup with posters of iconic AWS moments adorning the walls, each one showcasing the legacy of "The HardK0re Ik0n" Charlie Feigel. The faint sound of weights clanking echoes as KD sits on a bench, towel draped over his shoulders. His expression is serious, his blue eyes piercing as he looks directly into the camera. KD Feigel: "You know, when your last name is Feigel, people think they’ve already got your story written. They say, ‘Oh, KD’s the son of Charlie Feigel—the HardK0re Ik0n, the man who built Asylum Wrestling Society from the ground up.’ They think that means I’ve had it easy, that every opportunity I’ve had was just handed to me. Like I didn’t bust my ass to get here. Like I didn’t bleed, sweat, and sacrifice in that ring just to prove I’m more than a name." He pauses, standing up and pacing, running a hand through his short, sweat-dampened hair. KD Feigel: "Legacy. It’s a double-edged sword, man. My dad cast a long shadow. The AWS is his baby, and being his kid means I’m constantly fighting this battle on two fronts. On one side, I’m trying to live up to the reputation of a legend. On the other, I’m trying to escape it, trying to carve my own damn path. People like Leon Roberts—hell, the whole AWS locker room—look at me and think I’ve got it all figured out. But they don’t see the pressure, the grind, the weight of expectations that comes with being a Feigel." KD stops pacing and leans on the ropes of a nearby training ring, his voice steady and resolute. KD Feigel: "Leon Roberts. The Devil’s Titan. You’re standing in my way in this Elite Eight Tournament, and I’ll give you this—you’re no slouch. You’re big, you’re mean, and you’ve taken down more than a few of the best to get here. But this? This isn’t just a tournament for me. It’s not just about winning a match or even getting a shot at the AWS Elite Championship. This is about proving something. To the fans. To my peers. To myself." His gaze sharpens, the fire in his tone unmistakable. KD Feigel: "Winning that AWS Elite Championship would be more than just a belt around my waist. It’s validation. It’s proof that I’m not just Charlie Feigel’s son—I’m KD Feigel. A name that stands on its own. A legacy I’m building with my own two hands, not one handed down to me on a silver platter. You’re going to bring everything you’ve got, Leon, and I expect nothing less. But I’m not stepping into that ring with you to survive. I’m stepping in to win. To show the world that I belong in the AWS spotlight—not because of where I come from, but because of what I bring to that ring." He clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white as his intensity rises. KD Feigel: "Leon, when that bell rings, it won’t matter how big you are, how tough you are, or how many people think you’ve got what it takes. Because you’re not fighting a kid living in his father’s shadow—you’re fighting a man who’s been fighting his whole life to step out of it. And when I take you down and move on to that championship match, the whole damn world is going to know exactly who KD Feigel is." He steps closer to the camera, his voice low but filled with purpose. KD Feigel: "Legacy’s not given. It’s earned. And on my journey to the AWS Elite Championship, Leon, you’re just another chapter in the story I’m writing. Bring everything you’ve got, because I sure as hell will." KD grabs the towel, slinging it over his shoulder as he turns and walks away, leaving the camera focused on the AWS logo hanging on the wall behind him. Fade to black.

It had been a while since Jamal Payne was in this exact position but he loved it all the same. A hyped up show, a marquee match he was booked in, and a title shot on the line! The Manic Championship! Really any title would do for the near 30-year wrestling veteran. He couldn’t be particular at his age. Any championship could do and it was something that he was thinking about on the way to the AWS Ward show in the Crow’s Nest venue of Las Vegas. In fact, let's go a little deeper into Jamal’s situation for a moment. “Freight Train” Jamal Payne had been wrestling since 1995. Literally wrestling longer than a lot of Asylum Wrestling Societies roster had been alive considering how the company had a lot of wrestlers who were born in the 90s and early 2000s. Jamal also came into wrestling from the ground up. From high school gyms and VFW halls to basketball arenas. He was a wrestler who performed his craft at high levels of the business. So how did he even end up in a gritty, non-mainstream wrestling company like the Asylum Wrestling Society in the first place? Simple. After the bright and flashy wrestling company he was in released him Jamal knew his days in the business were numbered but he didn’t want to retire. He wanted to try his luck in a wrestling company that not only needed him since money was no longer an issue in his career by any stretch but he wanted to wrestle somewhere that was exciting, hard-core, and fun. That way when he did retire he could do it on a high note. Which brought us to AWS Ward itself where Jamal Payne was raising hell in. He was a beast. A wrestler who went from struggling to gain ground in the Asylum Wrestling Society to being an absolute BEAST that nobody wants to wrestle against. Where if you were booked against ol’ Freight Train you were in for a long night. Win or lose. But luckily Jamal Payne managed to get more wins than losses. Just that none of those wins involved championships. To the point where he went from being an old guy who couldn't hack it in a modern wrestling fed to now being someone who couldn’t win the big one. From one shitty role to another. Which is why the Manic championship was a big deal for Jamal. It would be his first championship and he would break his stigma. And as for AWS Monday Night Ward he knew just what to do for his promo. And it started with him in a quiet neighborhood outside of Las Vegas. Camera focused on him and his street clothes. Looking like a badass vision of cool toughness before he went to battle. The fans needed to pay attention to what he had to say. Jamal Payne: This right here is the real Las Vegas. Not this touristy crap like what you see on TV. People around here grew up like me. Humble, hard-working, yeah they know how to celebrate and have a good time and they ain’t gotta go far to do it. But that’s AFTER busting their asses on the struggle. The GRIND. Kind of like me and my time here in AWS. Jamal Payne talked about himself while being sure to show footage of Las Vegas citizens in factories and on kitchen floors. Doing physical, active, work in the community between footage of him on camera just to prove his point. Jamal Payne: Now am I comin’ at this like a babyface looking for a cheap pop? Yeah I guess. But it ain’t fake. Since I signed that deal to come here and wrestle in AWS I’ve had highs and lows, I kicked ass and I got my ass kicked. Knowin’ how old I am to all the youngbloods here and I’m still tryin ta’ get mine. This ain’t no farewell tour I still want gold! I still want a championship. I just haven’t had it yet and I ain’t blamin’ anybody but myself. But imma change that at Ward Jamal was never one of those wrestlers who blamed losses on outside circumstances. Refs, interference, whatever stacked odds against him. That was never his style. Jamal blamed himself for every loss because when you’re that big, strong, tough, and experienced as he was you had every reason to believe you were unstoppable and could break through every obstacle. Jamal Payne: That’s why no matter how many times I lost these title matches I never blamed anyone but myself and I got better. Waiting until the next moment as I keep working, and grinding, and winning until the next target and right now…that’s that damn nobody Mike Dimter and bring the Manic Championship home with me Jamal kept speaking honestly while he walked through the Las Vegas suburban streets. Taking quick selfies and high-fives with people who knew him as a wrestler before getting to his black Ford SUV. Not getting inside of it yet but taking time to talk to the crowd some more. Jamal Payne: Mike Dimter who the f*** is you? I mean that with the most disrespect. You ain’t a part of the Asylum Wrestling Society. Not for real. You ain't been fighting like I have. I’m tired of being second place in this company. Because it’s one thing to lose to men that I respect but you? I don’t respect you. You failed your way to the Manic title. Facing mid-ass talent like AJ Flare and losing fatal four way matches? This my chance to be the new Manic Champion and I ain’t gonna lose it to your punk ass who don’t deserve it. So you better hope I don’t even get to the Crow’s Nest because after I get through with you the closest you’ll get to the Manic Championship is getting a toy version of the damn thing so you can pretend while I get the real deal around my waist bitch. See you at Ward!

The show opens with a dazzling pyro display as the camera pans over the Thanksgiving-themed stage. The ring is surrounded by tables laden with food—turkeys, mashed potatoes, pies, and more. Mia Russo: “Happy Thanksgiving from AWS! Tonight, it’s the Turkey Bowl, where chaos reigns, and the only thing hotter than the action is the gravy!” Gigdet Stephenson: “Six competitors, one winner, and a whole lot of food about to go flying. I’m not sure if this is wrestling or a feast, Mia!” Song Teng: “Introducing first, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 135 pounds, CARLOTTA PAINE!” Carlotta struts onto the stage as "Let’s Go All The Way" by Insane Clown Posse blasts through the arena. She wears a gothic Thanksgiving outfit and waves a turkey baster mockingly at the crowd before sauntering to the ring. Mia Russo: “Carlotta’s got her game face on—she’s here to stir up trouble!” Song Teng: “Next, from Hunter, New York, weighing in at 110 pounds, ISABELLA WINTERS!” Isabella bounces out to "Be My Lover" by La Bouche, wearing sparkling ring gear. She spins gracefully at the top of the ramp before heading to the ring, waving to fans. Gigdet Stephenson: “Don’t let her charm fool you—Isabella’s all business when that bell rings!” Song Teng: “From Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, weighing in at 125 pounds, CHEROKEE RYDER!” To "Warrior Spirit" by Indigenous, Cherokee storms onto the ramp, her fringed gear flowing. She raises her fist to the crowd, then gestures to the buffet, signaling her readiness. Mia Russo: “Cherokee Ryder has the heart of a fighter, and she’s not afraid to get messy!” Song Teng: “From Transylvania, Romania, weighing in at 225 pounds, BLACKTHORNE!” The lights dim, and "Funeral in Carpathia" by Cradle of Filth plays as Blackthorne emerges cloaked in a dark cape. He walks slowly to the ring, sneering at the buffet as if it’s beneath him. Gigdet Stephenson: “Every Turkey Bowl needs a villain, and Blackthorne’s here to play that role to perfection.” Song Teng: “From Newfoundland, weighing in at 177.5 pounds, DRAKE NYGMA—‘THE SPHINX!’” “The Devil Within” by Digital Daggers plays as Drake slinks onto the stage. He surveys the ring and the buffet with a sinister grin before sliding into the ring. Mia Russo: “Drake Nygma is unpredictable and cunning. He’s got a plan for every situation.” Song Teng: “And finally, from Wheeling, West Virginia, weighing in at 246 pounds, he is ‘#1,’ DARON SMYTHE!” "#1" by Nelly blares as Daron Smythe steps onto the stage, exuding arrogance. He wears a Thanksgiving-themed jersey with "#1 Turkey Tamer" on the back. Smythe jaws with fans on his way to the ring, pausing to inspect the buffet disdainfully. Gigdet Stephenson: “Daron Smythe already looks disgusted by this setup. Guess he’s not a fan of pumpkin pie.” The action begins with everyone brawling at once. Carlotta Paine grabs a cookie tray from the buffet and smashes it over Isabella Winters’ head, sending cookies flying everywhere. Mia Russo: “Carlotta’s baking up some punishment!” Blackthorne, unimpressed by the theatrics, takes a gravy boat and pours it over Daron Smythe’s head, earning laughter from the crowd. Smythe stumbles around, blinded by gravy. Gigdet Stephenson: “Smythe’s going to need a shower after this!” Chaos breaks out as all six competitors start an all-out food fight. Cherokee hurls cranberry sauce at Blackthorne, while Isabella retaliates by launching a pumpkin pie at Carlotta. Drake Nygma slyly ducks out of the fray, watching the chaos unfold with a sinister grin. Smythe counters a charge from Cherokee Ryder with a back body drop, sending her crashing into a tray of mashed potatoes at ringside. Mia Russo: “Cherokee Ryder just got mashed—literally!” Carlotta sneaks up on Smythe, grabs a roasted turkey, and shoves it onto his head. She kicks him into the corner, leaving him flailing comically. Cherokee climbs the top rope for a high-risk maneuver, diving onto Carlotta with a crossbody. Both women crash through a table of pies and desserts at ringside, eliminating themselves. Gigdet Stephenson: “That’s two down, and the dessert table is history!” Isabella pulls off a desperation Canadian Destroyer on Blackthorne on the apron. The impact sends both tumbling to the floor, leaving Drake Nygma and Daron Smythe as the final two competitors. Smythe and Nygma trade heavy strikes in the ring, with smashed food covering the mat. Smythe sets up for his #1 Shot Running Knee, but Drake counters with a low blow, sending Smythe reeling. Drake grabs Smythe and lifts him into position for a piledriver. With the crowd on their feet, he drives Smythe through the buffet table in the center of the ring. Mia Russo: “Drake Nygma just destroyed Daron Smythe—and the buffet table—with that piledriver!” Drake covers Smythe amidst the wreckage for the 1-2-3! Winner: Drake Nygma wins the 2024 AWS Turkey Bowl! Drake stands triumphant, holding up a turkey leg as his music plays. The camera pans over the carnage—smashed food, broken tables, and battered wrestlers—as the commentators sign off. Gigdet Stephenson: “Drake Nygma just made Thanksgiving history! What a match!” Mia Russo: “Happy Thanksgiving from all of us at AWS—what a feast of action!”

The dim, oppressive glow of candelabras lines the shadowed walls of Blackthorne's funeral parlor. The polished wood of coffins gleams faintly, reflecting the soft, golden light, while ancient tapestries flutter in the cold, unseen breeze. The air feels heavy, thick with the scent of aged incense and damp earth. The faint echo of a distant, mournful organ underscores the foreboding silence. Blackthorne steps forward from the darkness, dressed in a flowing black coat adorned with silver accents that gleam like moonlight. His face, pale as death itself, is framed by jet-black hair, and his dark, penetrating eyes seem to pierce the very soul. He cradles a single, melting candle in his pale hand, the wax dripping slowly like blood from a wound. His voice, rich with a Romanian accent, rolls forth like a funeral dirge, filled with menace and grim authority. [Blackthorne:] Ah... welcome, children of the mortal coil, to this sanctum of sorrow. [He spreads his arms wide, gesturing to the room around him.] This place... [his voice lowers to a whisper, then rises like a crashing tide] ...is where the weak are laid to rest. Where those who dare oppose me come to linger in silence, their fleeting ambitions extinguished like the frail flame of this candle. You see, [he steps forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor,] as of late, I have faced many... challengers. Warriors, fools, and dreamers alike, all with delusions of grandeur, [he sneers, baring his fanged teeth,] all thinking they could topple me. But do you know what happened to them? [He chuckles darkly, the sound reverberating like the crack of a tombstone falling.] They were buried. One by one, their bodies broken, their wills crushed, their names carved into my ledger of the forgotten. Each one thought they were different, that they were the exception. But the truth is, the grave does not discriminate. [He lets the candlelight illuminate his pale face, his expression icy yet resolute.] And now... now, AWS presents the Turkey Bowl 2024—a festival of folly, a banquet of brave souls marching toward their demise. [He tilts his head, a cold smirk curling his lips.] I look upon the field of competitors, and I see nothing but victims. Pretenders. Corpses waiting to be claimed. [He walks slowly toward a waiting coffin, its lid slightly ajar, and places the candle atop it. The room seems to grow darker, the shadows closing in like the grasp of death itself. He speaks again, his voice low and deliberate, dripping with dark promise.] At the Turkey Bowl, I shall stand as the arbiter of fate, the collector of dreams turned to nightmares. I will bury every last one of them—until the only name that remains on the lips of the living... is Blackthorne. [He picks up a silver-plated shovel, holding it with reverence, as if it were a weapon forged for his dark mission.] This shovel has dug countless graves, and it shall dig once more. Who among them has the courage to face me? Who among them believes they can escape what lies beyond the veil? [He leans in close, his voice soft yet unnervingly intimate.] I promise you this: there will be no escape. [He raises the shovel and slams it into the ground, the echo of metal against stone filling the chamber like the tolling of a funeral bell. The camera pans to the coffin, its lid swinging shut as if on its own. Blackthorne stands over it, his shadow towering and monstrous, his voice rising with grim finality.] AWS... prepare yourselves. For at Turkey Bowl 2024, I shall claim another soul. Another dream will die, and another grave will be filled. This is not just my promise—it is my destiny. [The camera zooms into the flickering flame of the candle atop the coffin. As Blackthorne blows it out, the screen plunges into darkness. In the silence, the sound of dirt being shoveled onto a casket grows louder and louder before abruptly ceasing.] The grave awaits.

[The camera pans backstage to Cherokee Ryder, “The Tribal Trailblazer,” standing in front of an AWS banner. She’s dressed in her signature fringed leather jacket adorned with beadwork, her hair in two long braids, and her vibrant energy radiates through the screen. She flashes a confident smirk, holding a small turkey feather in her hand as a nod to the season.] Cherokee Ryder: "Y’all know what time it is! It’s the season of gratitude, togetherness, and, for some poor soul, regret. First off, I want to wish every one of you warriors out there a Happy Thanksgiving. This is the time we reflect on our blessings—our victories, our families, and the moments that make this journey worth it. But don’t think for a second the holiday spirit means I’m going soft. Oh no, because AWS’ Turkey Bowl 2024 is right around the corner, and whoever’s name gets drawn to step in the ring with yours truly? Baby, you’re going to wish you stayed at the dinner table eating leftovers." [She chuckles, but there’s fire in her eyes. She twirls the feather between her fingers and then tucks it into her jacket lapel.] Cherokee Ryder: "I don’t know who I’m facing yet, but trust me, the ancestors have already whispered the truth to me—they want you to go down hard. The Tribal Trailblazer doesn’t step into that ring without purpose. Every step I take echoes the strength of generations, and every hit I land will feel like the weight of my people’s history. You can bring your best, but just know, I’m bringing everything." [Her tone softens slightly as she looks straight into the camera, a warm smile forming.] Cherokee Ryder: "And after I handle business in the Turkey Bowl, we’ve got the most wonderful time of the year to look forward to. Christmas is coming, and I hope you all make the most of it with your loved ones. Whether you’re opening gifts, breaking bread, or just enjoying the quiet moments, know that this season is about celebrating what we fight for in that ring every night—family, love, and unity." [She steps closer to the camera, her tone turning personal and sincere.] Cherokee Ryder: "From my heart to yours, Happy Holidays, AWS fans. And to whoever steps up in the Turkey Bowl… prepare to trailblaze into defeat." [She flashes a fierce grin, throws up her signature hand sign—a peace symbol with her thumb extended—and walks off as the screen fades to black with the AWS logo and festive graphics.]!

A Drake Nygma Cinematic Production. Part One: Darkness Unleashed Quiet was the day, the flickering of rich yellow lights was the only illumination that provided a glimpse of the eerily silent Drake Nygma, his face was inhumanly focused, the look in his eyes one that spoke of a hunger for violence. In many ways violence was The Sphinxes calling card, the way in which he identified himself. And yet that violence wasn’t mindless, wasn’t done without thought. No. Every action taken had immense thought behind it. His mind was sharp, feral like a wild animal snapping its chains in two. There was nothing on this earth that could bind The Sphinx, could stem the fury rising from the land of Egypt. The land that The Sphinx had been born in and thus called his home. His first home according to the scholars who knew precious little of The Sphinx’s rich history. And yet despite the ferocity with which he conducted himself there was a sense of honour, of integrity to how he presented himself. An integrity that became clear as he fought. The Sphinx knew all too well the consequences of descending into unregulated madness. After all, he had done so once before. And he still bore the mental scars from that period of his life. Thinking back on his past the phrase “You're like something feral, you've got their scent in your nose and all you want is blood!” echoed inside his skull, the phrase one that had been spoken by a young woman in her mid twenties, some law enforcement official in some capacity some years back. The Sphinx could clearly envision the young woman as he had known her, all bright blue eyes filled with intelligence, determination. Grit. He had liked her, thought of her as an ally. This was before he’d met Dollia, many years before Dollia had come into his life again. Fate seemed to have chosen to give The Sphinx with allies, a variety of people from all walks of life. Allies beyond price, allies who sought to foster some semblance of light within The Sphinx, to make him something more than the merciless hunter, vigilant soldier he had been born to be. None of these allies however could completely erase his darker instincts. Such was the path The Sphinx would walk. His course had been set. Now it was time to start hunting. Rumour had it that if you crossed one of The Sphinxes lines he’d find you. Over time his name became mythical, a warning to those who took advantage of others. The Sphinx wasn’t out to fix everything, no his goal was much simpler, much more elemental. Justice. Vengeance. Punishment. Retribution. There were many words for what he did, some nicer than others. Some more visceral, grittier, darker, speaking to something vengeful inside The Sphinx’s mind. Unlike most vengeance seekers, The Sphinx loathed guns, preferring knives as his weapon of choice. Knives were elegant, efficient, and reliable weapon. Efficiency was key as far as The Sphinx was concerned. Drake Nygma was the other side of the coin, the rational side that complemented The Sphinx’s brutality, his darkness a thing of legend, a trait deeply entrenched in who he was. Kindness was something he rarely showed, a luxury he did not often show. No what he needed to be was a symbol, a reminder that if you broke his laws, broke his rules, you’d pay for it. The Sphinx: “Focus. Steel your mind. Let me take over. Let me make a statement forged in blood. They may have forgotten, allowed themselves to be deceived, to reframe their history to make themselves look heroic. You know the truth, how their legacy is built on a past filled with vile deeds, the uprooting of a section of people from their homeland. Their ancestral lands.” The Sphinxes' features turned in disgust, feral as he knew exactly what had happened, how lands had been stolen, people uprooted from their homes. Even those not directly involved in those events still celebrated a holiday, as if they had chosen to ignore the origin of the holiday. The Sphinx would never forget. Never. He’d use his darkness to punish all who stood in his way, this darkness he’d use to drive home the maxim ‘There is no forgiveness for certain crimes.’ Part Two: Hunter Voiceover: “Mr. Nygma, we have not been formally introduced. My name is shrouded in eternal mystery. I have heard of the legend of the rogue assassin who follows the creed. The life you have led has been vast. Born of this very soil, Egypt. Its fog is absorbed in your skin. Its way of life, in your soul. It was here you found your calling. This calling drew you to a land where the sun rises on the earth. And in the steps of countless legends, you took to the skies and became a warrior, elevated above them all. Soon, a greater challenge awaited you on the shores of the west. One more continent to conquer. Yet here is where you had lost your course. The weapons you possess have been forsaken. Plagued by the crimes of a false patriot. Doubt clouds your mission. But, on this night, where your journey began, you must remember what made you, or all the paths you have travelled, all you have defeated, now more than ever before, seek the wisdom of our creed revealed in these words. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are hunters.” Just as the voice-over reached its conclusion the brightly shining lights of the mysterious abode The Sphinx called home came into view, a wide sweeping grand facility, obscured by a swirling mist, this home was something out of legend, unpredictable, unknowable, the chaos of The Sphinx was represented in every detail of this facility that had no name, no name easily spoken in English at least. Flashes of the past year burst behind the closed eyes of The Sphinx. The rivalries had started the year, the wins, the losses, the moments of triumph and defeat. The journey that began with his capturing the AWS Global Championship, the first symbol of his might. Then had come the Apocalypse Chamber, a night in which he’d proven himself as a slayer of monsters, a conqueror and a hunter. Only a few weeks later, at most a month had come the pinnacle of his rookie year, winning the AWS Asylum Heavyweight Championship in decisive fashion. Of course he couldn’t forget the enemies he’d made, the souls he hated above all else, some of whom had run away from AWS like the cowards he knew them to be. A quietly chilling smile tipped his lips as his brightly glowing eyes opened, the look of a hunter, readying himself for his next challenge. His features were rugged, his true form had more in common with the great apes than anything even remotely human. Like those apes he reveled in chaos, in brutality. This brutality fed into his not insignificant strength, a strength that made a hunter without peer, his mind was martial, focused on the fight in whatever form it appeared to take. No one had to know that for The Sphinx these fights had become personal, that he desired to wake the world up, remind them of all they had forgotten. Thanksgiving they called it….. A polite name for a day that had its origins in a darker time, a time that had not been pleasant at all, something The Sphinx refused to forget. Part Three: Closing Remarks Now The Sphinx sat in a brightly lit room, his expression tight, his jaw set in a hard line. The look in his eyes was grim, much more so than usual. This holiday held no positive memories for him. None. Instead it only served to make him angrier, make him colder, deadlier, his entire being bound so tight that he wanted to rage, wanted to bellow out his deeply held aggression more so on this day than any other. Sensing the innate and vengeful rage swirling in The Sphinxes veins Dollia began to speak on his behalf. In this moment Dollia would fulfil her role as his manager, using her words to convey what The Sphinx intended to do. Dollia Trypp: “Today is a day that my client considers an insult to all that he believes. The violence that happened on this day was senseless, without reason. Thus those who perpetrated such deeds have earned his ire. Those who celebrate the day, who have turned their back on its history are equally guilty, complicit by way of inactivity. By way of a failure to acknowledge the darker aspects of the day.” Dollia’s features held no small amount of anger, her expression as tight and intense as The Sphinxes was. Thus neither Dollia nor The Sphinx would allow this day to pass without making them remember how this day had started, how this holiday had come into being. The Sphinx leaned in and growled low and dark. The Sphinx: “We do not FORGIVE nor do we FORGET.” The promo came to an end as the sound of The Sphinxes' rage vibrated through the air, a tangible thing that further intensified his desire to punish humanity for their sins, of which there were many.

Male Female Tag Team Stable Rookie Match of the Year Best Staffer Best Director of Authority / General Manager Biggest Joke Most Improved Champion of Champions

Antoine and Gabriel LeClair. The Bayou Blaze. Were in a very strange spot here in the Asylum Wrestling Society. One that warrants note. By just the fact they weren’t doing anything OF note in the company. Lets look back to a few months ago when they first got signed. Big money deal. Enough for them to legally hand over the wrestling company they founded in New Orleans “Thrillseeker Wrestling” behind. They even had a match on TV not long after they got signed which they WON. You would think that the Bayou Blaze would be both literally and figuratively one of Asylum Wrestling Societies hottest tag teams. Maybe they’d have at least one championship title. A few main events or any major matches of note on the AWS TV block. Except that was NOT the case. They were relegated to the house show circuit of AWS where they compete for the company still and entertain the fans but on a smaller scale for smaller pay and for no titles. Sometimes a fan may ask for your photo or autograph but you weren’t seen as a MAJOR star like the men and women who were on shows like AWS Ward were. It's a weird spot for a new team that started off so strong. In fact, our first scene starts at the end of one of those house shows. Bayou Blaze won a match against another scrappy team and they were backstage. No interviewers since they usually didn’t work the house show scene. So nobody could hear the frustration that would come from the LeClair brothers. Antoine LeClair: Another win in the books. Gabriel LeClair: Yeah another house show win in the books against a team nobody’s heard of. Antoine LeClair: Hey at least we’re getting paid filling up these arenas Antoine was trying to find the silver lining but Gabriel could tell he was frustrated. Both brothers didn't like the situation they were in but Gabriel was more vocal about it. Gabriel LeClair: Yeah but I want more. And I know that you want more too. We could've stayed back in Thrillseeker if this was the best we were gonna get Ant… Antoine LeClair: Alright I'll see if I can talk to Management. Play nice for a lil’ bit. And if that doesn't work we can step to one of these big tag teams. Get their attention that way. Antoine had a plan A and a plan B which kept Gabriel cool for the most part. Gabriel LeClair: A'ight cuz’ I'm tired of kicking the heads off of these tag teams down here. And the two of them had that conversation going on at a smaller pace until the live event ended. Though right when they had to pack up and get ready to leave the venue Antoine got an alert on his phone. Antoine LeClair: Hm? Yo Gabe you’re gonna love this. Peep this. Gabriel LeClair: Huh? Oh shit this is not a drill! The two of them had a match against Philly Air Raid at AWS Ward. A bout that was sure to be fast-moving, high-flying, and exciting. Antoine LeClair: Philly Air Raid on Ward. Yo that’s a hell of a fight we got no cap Gabriel LeClair: Dude I don’t care who we’re facing as long as it’s not in these tired-ass house shows. Antoine LeClair: For real for real? I’ll be fun whuppin’ people on Ward for a damn change. Damn I can’t wait. Lets hit the hotel so we can start training by sunup. So we can get this money and this dub. Gabriel LeClair gave an elaborate dap to his older brother to show that they were on the same page. They were happy as hell about their first match on TV in months. They barely got sleep either considering the excitement on how they could train, how they could promo, and how they could WIN their match against the Philly Air Raid. ============================================================================ The scene started uniquely. A black screen followed by a match being lit. The trail of fire forming two flaming capital B’s crossing each other with an instrumental version of the Bayou Blaze’s theme song “What's Up Danger?” played in the background while the two men appeared on screen. Antoine and Gabriel LeClair in street clothes for the moment. Stylish and keeping up with the flame theme. Orange, black, and and red in their attires. Antoine LeClair: Allow us to reintroduce ourselves. We’re the Bayou Blaze. Antoine LeClair. That’s my cool ass little brother Gabriel and we got a lot of time to make up for Gabriel LeClair: A lot of time to make up for, a lot of ass to kick. Same thing since we FINALLY have a match at Ward! Damn I’m hyped! Antoine LeClair: Me too! See it ain’t enough just to win at this point. No, we have to remind all of you just why AWS came to us. We want to be here, and win titles, and make real cash. In front of a big crowd in Vegas. Gabriel LeClair: We too hot to not be on TV and on. At Ward we get it poppin’. We get back to action and honestly I don't care who we face. Antoine LeClair: Well I do especially when we got a match against Philly Air Raid. A team that we modeled our game on. Gabriel LeClair: Yeah ain't it wild when you fight a team you use to admire This led to an interesting premise for the promo. Hot-Blooded desire to win blended with respect for the opponent you to battle against. That was the angle that Bayou Blaze was coming at against Philly Air Raid. With a highlight reel of action from Alex Evans and Darien Jackson to support it all after the AWS audience got to see the passion and fire in the LeClair brother’s eyes Antoine LeClair: Alex Evans, Darien Jackson. Yo… when we were busting our asses on the independents. Working in Thrillseeker Wrestling. One of the teams that me and Gabe studied was Philly Air Raid. We wanted to move like y’all, wrestle like y’all, hell BE like y’all. But that’s because we watched you two from afar and what we saw on TV. Gabriel Leclair: But now. Knowing how y’all carry yourselves backstage. How when we were on the house show circuit with you two on the same damn card y’all wouldn’t talk to us. How when we asked you for advice you would give us stuff to set us back. I couldn’t think of a better team to burn up now that we FINALLY got a match on Ward. Antoine LeClair. We put y’all in high regard before we got here to AWS but now that we worked with you we now know FAKE you two are. Bayou Blaze. Yo we can’t wait til’ we land in the Crow’s Nest. Gabriel LeClair: My big brother’s right. On top of that we're better than you. We know we are and at Ward we get to prove it when we remind the whole damn world just how good we are! The fans were treated to the sight of the Bayou Blaze match footage of them putting the hurt on other tag teams in AWS. Granted it was all from house shows but still. The New Orleans natives could fight without a doubt. Antoine LeClair: And above all else the Bayou Blaze will show that we are above EVERYONE ELSE. Especially you Philly Air Raid. Gabriel LeClair: Y’all can’t handle our heat and at Ward you will get burnt. Damn I can't wait to beat y’all up! Antoine LeClair: And nobody won't forget us again. So Gabe. Laissez les bons temps rouler. And the promo ended with the camera focusing directly on the flaming crossing “Bs” before flames appeared to take over the screen. Marking the end of the promo.

Manager Name: Monica Roberts Client List: Leon Roberts Disposition/Alignment: HEEL Picture Base: Audrey Bitoni Similar to Manager: Sherri Martel/Melina/Scarlett Brodeaux Gimmick Description: The Devil's wife Entrance Theme Song: So Hott – Kid Rock YouTube Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNdI6Re4rGk Entrance Description (only if she has something to say, like an announcement. Otherwise, she enters with Leon Roberts): So Hott by Kid Rock begins to play. Once the guitar hits, Monica Roberts appears, and begins to walk to the stage You got a body like the devil, and you smell like sex. Well I can tell you're trouble, but I'm still obsessed. Brief Biography: Life wasn't easy for The Devil's Wife Monica Roberts. Born in a small town in New Brusnwick, Monica Roberts was orphaned at 12 years old, when her father killed her mother, trying to protect her daughter from being raped by her father. Monica then killed Her father, and then moved to Toronto, to live with her aunt. She underwent therapy for at least three years, and began to use martial arts to vent her fustrations. When she went to high school, Monica would meet Leon, though they never did progress through the friendship phase, until after Leon was near fatally wounded. It was when she heard that news, she made sure to check up on him every day. Eventually, the two began to date, having grown closer durng Leon's recovery, and learning about his own disdain of certain peole. As they dated, She began to embrace chaos, as she understood that chaos and destruction was not only fun, but absolutely needed. When she was 17, Leon would impregnate her with their eldest child, Liberty. Later, she would give birth to triplets (Jake, Anthony, and Courtney) In the years between Leon wrestling, Monica would become an alternative lifestyle model, while also teaching martial arts. Extra information that you want the commentators to mention? - Met Leon when they were both 15, a couple months before he got shot 12 times. She stayed by his side through his recovery. - Practices and teaches Martial arts, specifically jiu jutsu, kickboxing, and Krav Magua - Absolutely hates pedophilia, and will not hesitate to kill one. - Is an 'alternative' lifestyle model.

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