Everything posted by Feigel
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Kat Genovesi
Kat "The Iron Rose" GenovesiGimmick:A fierce, no-nonsense competitor with a mix of elegance and brutality, Katherine Genovesi, aka "The Iron Rose", embodies both grace and raw power. Hailing from the streets of Italy but refined like a steel-forged weapon, she blends technical precision with brawler instincts, making her a dangerous opponent in any ring. Entrance Theme:"Blood & Roses" – A dramatic orchestral-metal fusion with powerful drumbeats and haunting violins. Catchphrase:"Beauty wilts… but iron never bends." Personality:Kat is a proud and dominant competitor with a flair for the dramatic. She carries herself with a regal air, often looking down on opponents who don’t meet her standards. However, she backs up her arrogance with sheer skill and intensity, earning both admiration and fear. While she has a deep respect for the art of wrestling, she has little patience for cheaters or weak-minded opponents. In-Ring Style:Primary Style: Technical Striker (mix of European catch wrestling and stiff, MMA-style striking) Secondary Style: Submission Specialist (favoring moves that target the arms and neck) Pacing: Methodical but explosive, switching between slow, punishing holds and sudden bursts of offense Signature Moves:Rosethorn Clutch – A brutal Fujiwara armbar, often transitioning into a wrist-lock snap Iron Blossom – A spinning backfist followed by a discus clothesline Steel Pedal – A stiff running knee strike to a kneeling opponent La Gabbia (The Cage) – A standing triangle choke with elbow strikes Finisher(s):Black Rose Lock – A crossface variation with added pressure from interlocked fingers Iron Bloom Driver – A high-angle fisherman buster, often used to finish off rivals dramatically Look & Attire:Gear Colors: Red, white, and green Attire: A sleek, form-fitting singlet with thorned rose designs, metallic gauntlets, and knee-high boots with steel toe caps Entrance Attire: A dramatic long black-and-red coat with metallic pauldrons, sometimes with a Venetian-style half-mask Faction History:Kat has been a lone wolf for most of her career but has had brief alliances with other technical and submission-based wrestlers who share her no-nonsense approach. She’s also known for feuding with flashy, high-flying wrestlers who she sees as “undisciplined” in the art of combat. Alignment:Tweener – She fights with honor but can be ruthlessly cold, often toeing the line between hero and villain.
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IWE Brands for Sale
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE IKØN Wrestling Entertainment Announces Sale of Multiple BrandsIKØN Wrestling Entertainment (IWE), a leading name in professional wrestling entertainment, has announced that most of its subsidiary brands, including KORE Wrestling (KORE) and Women's eXtreme Wrestling (WXW), will be going up for sale. This strategic decision comes as part of IWE’s broader restructuring efforts to streamline its operations and focus on its core properties. For years, these brands have contributed to the evolution of professional wrestling, showcasing some of the most intense, boundary-pushing action in the industry. Each promotion under the IWE umbrella has developed a loyal fanbase, with a reputation for innovation, athleticism, and storytelling that has resonated with audiences worldwide. “This was not an easy decision,” said Charlie Feigel, CEO, Founder & President of IWE. “Each of these brands represents a unique vision of professional wrestling, and we are incredibly proud of what they have accomplished. However, as we look toward the future, we believe it is in the best interest of both our company and these promotions to find new ownership that can continue to expand on their legacies.” The sale presents a rare opportunity for investors, wrestling promoters, and media entities looking to acquire established brands with a dedicated audience, recognizable talent, and a proven track record in the industry. IWE has confirmed that discussions with potential buyers are already underway, and interested parties are encouraged to submit inquiries for more details regarding the sale process. While these brands will transition to new ownership, IWE remains committed to delivering high-quality wrestling content through its flagship programming and upcoming projects. For more information or to express interest in the acquisition, please contact: Charlie Feigel CEO, Founder & President IKØN Wrestling Entertainment feigel3cr@hotmail.com
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KD Feigel & Vin Halsted vs. The Tyler Family
The scene opens in a dimly lit gym, the faint hum of overhead lights buzzing as Kid Kaos, KD Feigel, stands in front of a punching bag, wrapping his wrists with athletic tape. He smirks at the camera, shaking his head as he cracks his knuckles. KD Feigel: "Man, it’s funny how people talk. They whisper about legacies, about shadows, about names that came before. And they ask me—‘KD, are you in your dad’s shadow?’ They ask me—‘KD, are you in Vin Halsted’s shadow?’ And I laugh. ‘Cause see, shadows only exist when you ain’t shining bright enough yourself. And I ain't just shining… I’m burning." He throws a stiff jab into the bag, making it sway before continuing. "And now? Now I got the chance to step into the ring with a legend like Vin Halsted. A man who's been there, done that, and probably punched a hole through the t-shirt. I respect that. I know what he brings to the fight. And I know damn well what I bring. See, I ain’t standing in his shadow. I’m standing next to him, ready to tear through anybody who steps up." KD rolls his shoulders, exhaling sharply before his expression hardens. "And that brings me to The Tyler Family. Dean and Sami Tyler. Now, I ain't gonna sit here and pretend like you two ain't dangerous. I ain't stupid. You two come from a bloodline of fighters, just like me. But the difference? Y’all ain’t built for this stage like I am. Like we are. See, pressure either makes diamonds… or it crushes people who can’t handle it. And you two? You ain't cut from the cloth that can take this kind of weight." He chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he leans against the bag. "Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t overlooking you, not by a damn mile. I know what happens when you take your eyes off the other guy, and I got two of 'em staring me down in that ring… plus one in my own corner. I know Vin Halsted ain't some sidekick. He’s a juggernaut. He’s a force. And I know standing across from me ain't two nobodies, it’s Dean and Sami freakin’ Tyler. But let me tell you something…" KD leans forward, fire in his eyes. "When that bell rings, there ain't gonna be any shadows, no doubts, no hesitation. Just me and Vin Halsted doing what we do best—running straight through anyone in our path. And The Tyler Family? You better be ready, ‘cause that spotlight y’all been chasing? It’s about to burn you alive." With that, KD smirks, slamming his fist into his palm before walking off, leaving the camera to fade to black.
- KD Feigel & Vin Halsted vs. The Tyler Family
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Daron Smythe © vs. Ethan Murphy
UltraViolence Championship Asylum Match Daron Smythe © vs. Ethan Murphy
- Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius © vs. Scum of the Earth
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Ace Sky vs. Xander Croft ©
C4 Division Championship Singles Match Ace Sky vs. Xander Croft ©
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Karli Rae vs. Mike Dimter vs. Eric Herrera
KØЯ∃ North American Championship Triangle Match Karli Rae vs. Mike Dimter vs. Eric Herrera
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Daughters of Texas vs. Center of Attention
Women's Tag Team Match Daighters of Texas (Abbi Lee & Averi Michelle) vs. Center of Attention (Desiree Forte & Olympia Waybright ©)
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLV
WARNING This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. Do NOT try to do reenact anything you see from this event at home. Asylum Wrestling Society Presents The Crow's Nest in Las Vegas Show Date: February 28th Deadline: February 28th @ 6:00 AM ESTUltraViolence Championship Asylum Match Daron Smythe © vs. Ethan Murphy IWE Tag Team Championships Men's Tag Team Re-Match Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius © vs. Scum of the Earth (Leon Roberts & Derek Wellings) C4 Division Championship Singles Match Ace Sky vs. Xander Croft © KØЯ∃ North American Championship Triangle Match Karli Rae vs. Mike Dimter vs. Eric Herrera Women's Tag Team Match Daughters of Texas (Abbi Lee & Averi Michelle) vs. Center of Attention (Desiree Forte & Olympia Waybright ©) Men's Tag Team Match KD Feigel & Vin Halsted vs. The Tyler Family Card is subject to change.
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
MAIN EVENT Non-Title Singles Match Daron Smythe© vs. Eric Herrera (The atmosphere inside The Crow’s Nest is electric as the lights dim slightly, signaling the start of the main event. The fans are buzzing, knowing that two warriors are about to go to battle—one a reigning champion, the other a former holder of the AWS UltraViolence Championship.) (The familiar sound of "Champion" by Fall Out Boy blares through the speakers, and the cocky, self-proclaimed "Number One" Daron Smythe steps onto the stage. Dressed in his signature gold-and-black gear, the AWS UltraViolence Championship shines around his waist as he spreads his arms, basking in the chorus of boos raining down on him. He struts toward the ring with a smug grin, pointing to himself and yelling, "There’s only ONE champ, and he’s right here!") Mia Russo: "Daron Smythe has run through the UltraViolence division with dominance, but tonight, he’s stepping into the ring with a man who knows what it takes to hold that title." Gidget Stevenson: "And a man who will do anything to win, Mia. Eric Herrera doesn’t play by the rules—tonight, he’s out to prove he can still hang with the best of the best!" (Smythe enters the ring, brushing off the fans and making Olivia Martinez hold the ropes for him before climbing the turnbuckle, flexing with his championship.) (The lights dim again, and a sudden burst of flaming red pyro explodes from the stage as "Warrior" by Dead by April hits. The crowd erupts as "The Desert Aztec" Eric Herrera steps onto the stage, his intense gaze locked on the champion. Clad in his signature red-and-black tights with intricate Aztec warrior designs, Herrera throws his fist into the air, signaling that he’s ready for war. He storms down the ramp, eyes never leaving Smythe, before sliding into the ring and immediately stepping to the champ.) (Smythe, unimpressed, smirks and pats his title mockingly. Herrera shakes his head, refusing to be intimidated.) (The referee takes the title away, signaling that this isn’t for the championship, but pride. The crowd chants in anticipation as the ref calls for the bell—the main event is on!) (DING! DING! DING!) (Both men circle each other, tension thick in the air. They lock up, and Herrera immediately transitions into a side headlock, wrenching Smythe down to a knee. Smythe struggles before shoving Herrera into the ropes—Herrera rebounds, but Smythe catches him with a shoulder tackle!) (Smythe smirks, standing over Herrera before flexing and yelling, "NUMBER ONE, BABY!" The crowd boos loudly, but Smythe ignores them.) (Herrera quickly kips up, smacking the taste out of Smythe’s mouth! The champ stumbles back, eyes wide, and Herrera follows up with a rapid series of chops to the chest! The crowd "WOOOS" with every strike as Smythe is backed into the corner!) (Herrera winds up for one more big chop—but Smythe rakes the eyes! The veteran move stuns Herrera, allowing Smythe to snapmare him to the mat and hit a stiff soccer kick to the spine! He covers—one, two, kickout!) Gidget Stevenson: "Smythe taking every shortcut possible. That’s why he’s been champion as long as he has." (Smythe pulls Herrera up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Herrera hits with impact, clutching his back. Smythe smirks before charging in—BIG CORNER CLOTHESLINE! He follows up with a bulldog, planting Herrera into the canvas! Cover—one, two, NO!) (*Frustrated, Smythe pulls Herrera up and lifts him for a vertical suplex, but Herrera shifts mid-air and lands behind him—GERMAN SUPLEX BY HERRERA! The bridge—one, two, kickout!) (The momentum shifts as Herrera pulls Smythe up, quickly launching into his **fast-paced offense—stiff forearms, quick knee strikes, and a beautiful spinning heel kick that sends Smythe reeling to the outside!) (Herrera, sensing an opportunity, backs up and sprints toward the ropes—SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE! Both men crash into the announce table as the crowd erupts!) Mia Russo: "Eric Herrera just turned the tide of this match with that dive!" (Herrera gets up first, grabbing Smythe and tossing him into the steel steps! The champion groans in pain as Herrera yanks him up and drapes him over the barricade before climbing onto the apron—LEAPING LEG DROP ACROSS THE BACK OF SMYTHE’S HEAD!) (The crowd goes crazy as Herrera pulls Smythe up and rolls him into the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle—he’s looking for the Aztec Moonsault! But Smythe dives into the ropes, tripping Herrera up!*) (Herrera crotches himself on the turnbuckle, and Smythe quickly capitalizes—climbing up and HOOKING HIM FOR A SUPERPLEX! The crowd gasps, knowing the impact will be brutal. Smythe lifts—BUT HERRERA BLOCKS! Herrera throws punches to the ribs before pushing Smythe off—AND HE HITS THE MAT HARD!) (Herrera stands tall on the top rope—AZTEC MOONSAULT! He covers—one, two, NO! Smythe barely kicks out!) (Both men struggle to their feet, exhausted. Herrera charges for a running knee strike, but Smythe ducks—Smythe spins him around—LOOKING FOR THE NUMBER ONE DRIVER (Fireman’s Carry Cutter)!) (But Herrera twists out mid-air, rolling Smythe up—AND HE GRABS A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS! The ref doesn’t see it—ONE! TWO! THREE!!!) (DING! DING! DING!) (The crowd EXPLODES as Herrera rolls out of the ring, laughing to himself. Smythe sits up in absolute shock and fury, his hands on his head as he argues with the referee, claiming that Herrera cheated!) Gidget Stevenson: "Wait a minute—did Herrera just grab the tights!?" Mia Russo: "He absolutely did! Eric Herrera just stole this victory!" (Herrera smirks, backing up the ramp as the referee raises his arm. Smythe is LIVID inside the ring, kicking the bottom rope and yelling at the referee, but the decision is final. Herrera taunts him from the ramp, yelling, "A win is a win, baby!" before disappearing backstage.) (The camera lingers on Smythe’s furious expression as AWS Monday Night Ward goes off the air, knowing that this war is far from over.)
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Sanctum vs. The Streamers
Men's Tag Team Match Sanctum vs. The Streamers
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Schoner Twins vs. The Lady Hooligans
Women's Tag Team Match Schoner Twins vs. The Lady Hooligans
- Damien Kostich vs. Fathi
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The Dogs of War vs. Grungie & The Summer Boyz
Trios Match The Dogs of War vs. Grungie & The Summer Boyz
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Center of Attention vs. Children of the Damned
4-on-4 Faction Match Center of Attention vs. Children of the Damned (Jay Williams, Lance Williams, Alexis Miller Williams & Alyssa Miller)
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GHW Border Wars
WARNING This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. Do NOT try to do reenact anything you see from this event at home. Grindhouse Wrestling Presents Sames Auto Arena in Laredo Show Date: March 24th Deadline: March 24th @ 6:00 AM ESTMen's Tag Team Match Sanctum vs. The Streamers Women's Tag Team Match Schoner Twins vs. The Lady Hooligans Singles Match Damien Kostich vs. Fathi Trios Match The Dogs of War vs. Grungie & The Summer Boyz 4-on-4 Faction Match Center of Attention vs. Children of the Damned Card is subject to change.
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
Another Message for HerreraThe scene opens in the backstage interview area, where IWE’s own Brooke Ross stands, microphone in hand, poised and professional as always. The camera pulls back to reveal the reigning AWS UltraViolence Champion, #1 Daron Smythe, standing beside her. Dressed in his signature black and gold warm-up jacket, the UltraViolence Championship draped over his shoulder, he exudes confidence. His face shows no signs of fatigue despite an intense weekend of competition. BROOKE: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the reigning Asylum Wrestling Society UltraViolence Champion, a man who calls himself the #1 man in all of professional wrestling, Daron Smythe!" Smythe smirks, adjusting the championship on his shoulder. DARON: "It’s not just something I say, Brooke. It’s reality. You see, everyone wants a piece of #1. Look at my schedule—UWL on Saturday. MAINSTREAM Wrestling on Sunday. And tonight, Monday Night Ward. Three days, three different promotions, and yet, here I stand, fresh as ever, ready to remind everyone why I am the absolute best.” BROOKE: "That brings us to tonight, where you step into the ring with a man who many consider a cornerstone of IWE and AWS history, Eric Herrera. This is a first-time-ever match between two decorated competitors. How are you feeling going into this one?" DARON:: (Chuckles to himself before answering.) "You know, Brooke, Eric Herrera is one of those names that people around here speak of with reverence. They talk about his past accomplishments, his legacy in this company, what he used to be. But while Eric Herrera was the guy around here once upon a time, he hasn't had to deal with me. Since I walked through these doors in October, I’ve been nothing short of dominant. The Internet Champion. The Asylum Heavyweight Champion. The Elite Champion—now known as the UltraViolence Champion. This title represents everything that I stand for: toughness, endurance, and a willingness to fight through anyone in my path. And let's be honest, Brooke, when you look at who I've already beaten here in AWS and IWE... well, I don't exactly get warm-up matches, do I?" BROOKE: "You’ve faced some of the toughest competitors on the roster in such a short time. What do you think makes you stand out above the rest?" DARON: (Grinning, running a hand over his beard.) "Because I welcome the fight. I don’t run from challenges—I am the challenge. I’ve faced a murderer’s row of competition since coming to AWS and IWE, and yet here I stand, still winning, still holding gold. Herrera? He might have been a cornerstone of this place, but I am the foundation of what professional wrestling is right now. He can bring every ounce of that veteran spirit, every drop of fire he has left. But let’s get something straight: he's stepping into MY world tonight. This is not the AWS or IWE he remembers—this is the era of #1. And when that bell rings, he's going to find out what everyone else already knows: I am the best in the game today." BROOKE: (Nods, slightly taken aback by his conviction.) "Well, Daron, best of luck in your match tonight against Eric Herrera. I'm sure all eyes will be on this one!" DARON: (Smirks, tapping the UltraViolence Title with his hand.) "Brooke, when I'm in the ring, all eyes are always on me. Because when you’re #1, there’s no one else worth watching." With that, Smythe adjusts the championship on his shoulder and strides off, exuding confidence. The camera lingers on Brooke Ross for a moment before fading to black, signaling the transition back to ringside.
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
A Message for HerreraStygian Hollow Institute was quiet—eerily so—like the calm before the storm. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the cold, stone walls, their forms flickering in the faint glow of flickering candlelight. At the center of it all stood The Sphinx: a twisted version of the madness within, wrapped in dark, chaotic hues—green and purple, with an unsettling grin plastered across his face. His suit was meticulously worn, a mockery of both class and madness, complete with a purple bowtie and green vest. His hair, a wild mess of green curls, stood as a stark contrast to the dim surroundings. He sauntered around the grand hall of Stygian Hollow, his footsteps echoing like a death knell. His hands danced theatrically in the air, as though conducting some twisted symphony of fate. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “Ah, but look, look, who we have here... Eric Herrera, back in the IWE? Oh, how delightful.” The Sphinx's voice was like velvet dipped in poison—smooth, yet dripping with venom. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “How quaint it must be to rise from the ashes and declare, ‘Behold, the king has returned!’ But tell me, does the throne still fit, Eric? Or have the years warped your claim to grandeur?" He chuckled darkly, the sound eerie as it bounced off the high walls of the institute. The air felt dense with tension, as though the very building was alive—listening to his words. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “I, The Sphinx, hold dominion here now—yes, yes, a kingdom born from the minds of fools... much like yourself, Eric. A history you so eagerly flaunt, as if it were a badge of honor, yet all I see are cracks in your carefully constructed façade. Tell me, does your boastful prattle drown out the truth? Or is it the mask of your insecurities?” He paced the room, fingers tapping against his lips, each step deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “Ah, Eric Herrera... the so-called 'legend' of IWE. What a delightful jest,” The Sphinx whispered with a mocking tone. “You’ve returned, yes... to reclaim what’s yours, to prove that time has not forgotten you. But don’t we all remember the true nature of legends, hmm? They fade. They fade like... fog in the morning sun.” The Sphinx leaned in closer, his grin widening as he stared into the abyss of nothingness beyond the candlelight, the darkness pressing in around him. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “You know what they say, Eric. He who speaks the loudest, craves attention the most. A fool’s errand, really. A desperate plea for relevance. You come to IWE like a moth to the flame, drawn to the spotlight, to the applause of the masses. But tell me, Eric, what do you truly want? More accolades? More praise?” The Sphinx stopped, his eyes narrowing, his grin slowly fading into something darker, colder. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “You want your legacy cemented, but beware, Eric. The past, as you know, is a cruel mistress. It laughs, it mocks, it watches from the shadows... waiting to swallow you whole. And here I stand, in this institute of misery and riddles, where echoes of the past scream louder than your boastful words ever could.” He straightened, his hands folding behind his back as he spoke once more, his voice dripping with an unsettling calm. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “Eric, darling, you're no king in my realm. You're simply another... pawn in a game far bigger than your egotistical self could comprehend. So take a seat, enjoy your little return, but don't fool yourself into thinking your history is something worthy of celebration. It’s a joke... and I’m the one who wrote the punchline.” The Sphinx’s laughter rang out in the hollow walls of the institute, but it wasn’t the kind of laughter that brought joy—it was the laugh of a man who had seen the world for what it truly was: an endless, chaotic riddle with no answer, no escape. ‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: “Now, tell me, Eric... how do you like the game so far?” He turned toward the shadows, his figure blending into the darkness as if he were a part of it, leaving only his wicked grin behind as a reminder that in Stygian Hollow, nothing was ever truly as it seemed.
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
IWE Tag Team Championships Triangle Tag Team Match Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius vs. Scum of the Earth (Derek Wellings & Leon Roberts)© vs. Center of Attention (Mason Hurst & Xavier Croft©) (The Crow’s Nest is already at a fever pitch as the IWE Tag Team Championships graphic flashes across the screen. The fans know that with three teams in play, chaos is inevitable.) ("Scum Of The Earth" by Rob Zombie hits first, and Scum of the Earth—Derek Wellings and Leon Roberts—emerge from the back. The two towering brawlers stomp down the ramp, eyes filled with bad intentions, each carrying a steel chain draped over their shoulders. They waste no time, ignoring the fans as they enter the ring and crack their knuckles, ready for destruction.*) Mia Russo: "Scum of the Earth have made it clear—they’re not here for mind games, they’re here to beat people senseless!" (The lights dim, and eerie whispers echo throughout the arena before "Inside the Fire" by Disturbed blasts through the speakers. Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius step onto the stage, their gothic presence sending chills through the audience. Drake smirks while Orphius methodically cracks his fingers before they make their way down the ramp, eyes locked on their prey.) Gidget Stevenson: "Drake Nygma and Orphius Marius might be unpredictable, but one thing is certain—they thrive in chaos!" (Finally, the champions make their entrance as "Take Over" by Logic plays, and Center of Attention—Mason Hurst & Xavier Croft—walk onto the stage, the IWE Tag Team Championships proudly draped over their waists. They taunt the crowd, exuding arrogance, but the moment they lock eyes with their opponents, the smirks fade. They know this won’t be a wrestling match—this is a fight. Mason and Xavier cautiously approach the ring, unwilling to step in just yet.) Mia Russo: "Center of Attention may hold the gold, but in a match like this, strategy might not be enough!" (The referee raises the IWE Tag Team Championships high in the air, signaling that this is for the gold. The second the bell rings—ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!) (Derek Wellings charges Mason Hurst, clubbing him with a massive lariat! Meanwhile, Orphius Marius and Leon Roberts spill out of the ring, brawling into the barricades! Xavier Croft tries to escape the madness, but Drake Nygma springboards off the ropes and catches him with a flying forearm!) (There is no order—just war.) (Xavier stumbles back into the ropes, but Drake whips him out of the ring! He follows him outside, grabbing a chair from the timekeeper’s area! The crowd gasps as Drake swings for Xavier’s head—BUT XAVIER DODGES! The chair SMACKS against the steel steps instead, and Xavier counters with a dropkick to the knee!) (Meanwhile, Derek Wellings has lifted Mason Hurst onto his shoulders—AND DROPS HIM FACE-FIRST ONTO THE APRON! Mason crumples to the floor as Wellings roars in dominance.) (Leon Roberts and Orphius Marius are throwing fists into the crowd! Fans scatter as they brawl past the barricades, chairs flying, drinks spilling, absolute carnage!) Gidget Stevenson: "This is madness! I don’t even know who’s legal anymore!" (The referee isn’t even trying to maintain order—he just watches and waits for a fall to happen anywhere in the arena.) (Back at ringside, Drake Nygma finally connects with a chair shot across Xavier Croft’s back! Croft yells out in pain as Drake tosses the chair into the ring before rolling Croft inside. Drake follows—but Derek Wellings blindsides him with a huge boot to the jaw!) (Leon Roberts drags Orphius Marius back toward ringside and WHIPS HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS! The steps rattle violently as Orphius collapses. Leon turns around—BUT MASON HURST HITS A SPEAR INTO THE BARRICADE! The barricade BUCKLES UNDER THE IMPACT!) Mia Russo: "GOOD GOD! Did you see that impact!?" (Mason Hurst crawls out of the wreckage, clutching his ribs, but Derek Wellings is already waiting for him—he lifts Mason onto his shoulders—POWERBOMB ONTO THE RING APRON! The crowd erupts in chants of "HOLY ST! HOLY ST!") (With bodies scattered around ringside, Derek Wellings slides into the ring and sees Xavier Croft struggling to get up. Wellings hoists Croft onto his shoulders—HE’S LOOKING FOR A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! But suddenly, Drake Nygma sneaks in behind Wellings!) (Drake DROP-KICKS Wellings in the spine, causing Croft to fall off his shoulders! Before Wellings can react, Drake rolls him up! The referee slides into position—ONE! TWO! ORPHIUS MARIUS HOLDS WELLINGS’ LEG FROM OUTSIDE! THREE!!!) (The bell rings as the Crow’s Nest explodes! Drake Nygma immediately rolls out of the ring, his eyes wide as the referee raises his and Orphius Marius’ hands in victory! They just stole the IWE Tag Team Championships in the middle of chaos!) Gidget Stevenson: "I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! DRAKE & ORPHIUS JUST STOLE THE TITLES FROM RIGHT UNDER EVERYONE’S NOSE!" Mia Russo: "And look at Scum of the Earth—they’re FURIOUS! Center of Attention is SHOCKED! These two just pulled off the ultimate heist!" (Drake and Orphius clutch their new championships, backing up the ramp as Derek Wellings pounds the mat in rage. Mason Hurst and Xavier Croft sit stunned at ringside.) (Drake & Orphius laugh maniacally at the top of the ramp, hoisting their titles high as the IWE Tag Team Division enters a new, dark era.) Fall Out BombLeon Roberts and Derek Wellings suddenly gang up on Drake Nygma. They have the former world champion trapped between them, as they both hammer away on Drake Nygma. Mia: The Scum Of The Earth have trapped the former world champ! Gidget: These two are ruthless! We see the Center of Attention retreating to the back as quickly as they can, while Orphius Marius takes a second to look at what was hapening. He sneered, before turning and walking to the back. Mia: Nobody's aiding Drake Nygma. Gidget: Not even his own partner. Drake gets whipped into the corner. Leon comes charging in. Drake however, manages to get out of harsm way, and slide under the ropes. As he was rounding the nearby corner to get away, Monica quickly hits him with a super kick. Mia: Drake tried to get away, only to eat the boot of Monica Roberts. Gidget: She's getting in on this action. Monica grabs Drake, and throw him under the bottom rope. Derek Wellings and Leon Roberts begin to mercilessly stomp on him. Leon breaks off for a second and begins to say something to monica. Mia: What's he saying? Gidget: Whatever it is, it's not going ot be good for Drake Nygma. Monica goes to grab something frm underneath the ring apron. The crowd erupts when they see it's a table. She slides it into the ring. Leon grabs it. He set it up, just as Derek gives Drake a knee to the face. Mia: The table is out. Gidget: Somebody call seecurity. Derek Wellings picks up Drake. He then traps Drake's arms behind his back. Derek is holding Drake up, as Leon delivers a hard punch to the gut. Drake groans in agony, as Derek lets him go, letting Drake double over. Leon grabs him, before motioning Derek to stand beside him. They then both lift Drake up onto their shoulders. Mia: Don't do this. Gidget: They aren't gonna listen. The Scum Of The Earth hoist Drake up even further, before powerbombing him right through the table. The debris flies over the ring for a second, as Drake Nygma is laid out could, through a table. Mia: Holy crap. Gidget: They wanted to send a message, and it's been delivered. That's when Monica walked over to the announce team. Monica: That's the Fallout Bomb. Remember it, bitches. Monica turned away from the announce team, to join the Scum Of The Earth in the ring. Leon raises the horns as we cut to commercial.
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
Post-Match Interview with Jamal Payne(*The camera cuts to the AWS backstage interview area, where the ever-charismatic Spanky Evans stands, microphone in hand, still looking amped up from the carnage we just witnessed. He adjusts his signature Hawaiian shirt as the AWS Pride Champion, Jamal Payne, steps into frame. Jamal is still dripping in sweat, his muscles glistening under the harsh lights, the AWS Pride Championship slung over his shoulder. His body is covered in bruises, welts, and ash from the flaming tables, but his expression? Pure confidence.) (The AWS crowd in the arena watching on the tron gives a loud POP as Spanky Evans clears his throat and begins the interview.) "Ladies and gentlemen, standing with me right now is the man who just went through absolute hell to retain the AWS Pride Championship… JAMAL PAYNE!" (The arena pops again as Jamal smirks, exhaling heavily, before slapping the championship on his shoulder.) "Jamal, you just survived one of the most brutal title defenses in recent memory—defeating both Brandon Hendricks and Jake Ryan in a Triangle Hardcore Match! You stacked BOTH men up for the pin. What does this victory mean for you and your reign?" (Jamal rubs his jaw, still feeling the effects of the war he just endured. He looks at Spanky, then at the camera, before speaking in a slow, deliberate tone.) "Spanky, let’s get one thing straight—I didn’t just survive tonight. I proved that I AM AWS Pride. I walked in with this championship, and I walked out with two bodies stacked beneath me, STILL the champ. I said it before, and I’ll say it again—this division? This title? This company? It’s mine now." (Jamal looks down at his championship, then back at Spanky, his expression growing even more serious.) "But now, it’s time to go bigger. It’s time to elevate the AWS Pride Championship to a level nobody has seen before. And that means I need a challenge that no one saw coming." (Leaning in with curiosity) "Wait… are you saying you already have your next challenge in mind?" (A slow smirk creeps across Jamal’s face as he leans in closer to the mic.) "Damn right, Spanky. You see, I could wait for the next challenger to step up. I could sit back and let some fool think they deserve a shot at my title. But why wait… when I can call my shot?" (Jamal lifts the AWS Pride Championship higher before staring directly into the camera.) "TJ Alexander. I’m calling YOU out." (The AWS crowd watching in the arena ERUPTS at the mere mention of TJ Alexander’s name. Jamal lets the reaction settle before continuing.) "You call yourself the KØЯ∃ Underground Champion, you thrive on pain, and you walk around like you’re the most dangerous champion in AWS. Well, guess what? I don’t just survive war—I END IT." (Jamal steps even closer to the camera, intensity burning in his eyes.) "So, TJ… Champion vs. Champion. You and me. AWS Pride Champion vs. KØЯ∃ Underground Champion. Let’s find out which one of us is truly built different." (Eyes wide, letting the weight of the challenge sink in.) "Whoa! Jamal, that’s a HUGE call-out! But knowing TJ Alexander, I doubt he’s the kind of guy to back down from something like this." (A confident smirk returns to his face as he slaps the championship one more time.) "Oh, I know TJ ain’t backing down, Spanky. That’s why I chose him. I don’t want a fight—I want a WAR. And trust me… I’m ready to finish it before it even begins." (Jamal tilts his head, taking one last deep breath before brushing past Spanky Evans, walking off into the locker room. The camera lingers on Spanky, who shakes his head with an excited grin.) "Well… you heard it here first! Jamal Payne just put the ENTIRE locker room on notice, and he’s called out TJ Alexander for a Champion vs. Champion showdown! The only question now is—will TJ accept?" (The camera fades as the AWS crowd buzzes, knowing that if this match happens… all hell will break loose.)
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
AWS Pride Championship Triangle Hardcore Match Jamal Payne© vs. Brandon Hendricks vs. Jake Ryan (The Crow’s Nest is buzzing with anticipation as the lights dim, and the AWS Pride Championship graphic flashes across the screen. The crowd erupts as the stipulation "Hardcore Rules" is displayed, ensuring that absolute chaos is about to unfold.) ("Kingdom" by Downstait blares through the arena as Brandon Hendricks steps onto the stage, his fists taped, his eyes locked on the ring. Dressed in his black and gold tights, he pounds his chest before throwing his arms up, signaling that tonight is his night. He marches down the ramp, cracking his knuckles, laser-focused.) Mia Russo: "Brandon Hendricks has made it clear—tonight isn’t just about surviving a Hardcore Match. It’s about proving he belongs at the top of AWS!" ("Immortalized" by Disturbed hits next, and the mood immediately darkens as Jake Ryan steps out, his hands already wrapped around a steel chain hanging from his neck. The cold and calculating Ryan doesn’t acknowledge the fans as he makes his way to the ring, rolling inside and immediately testing the ropes, waiting for the fight to begin.) Gidget Stevenson: "Jake Ryan is as ruthless as they come. He doesn’t just want to win—he wants to punish Jamal Payne and Brandon Hendricks!" (The crowd erupts into a frenzy as the champ’s music blasts through the speakers. "HUMBLE" by Kendrick Lamar hits, and the AWS Pride Champion Jamal Payne steps onto the stage, the championship slung over his shoulder. He smirks as he looks down at his challengers, his imposing figure standing tall in his signature red and black gear. He slaps the title once before storming to the ring, his eyes filled with confidence and intensity.) Mia Russo: "Jamal Payne has been a dominant AWS Pride Champion, but this is the first time he’s defending the title under Hardcore Rules. Will the odds be too much tonight?" (Jamal climbs the turnbuckle, hoists the AWS Pride Championship high, then hands it off to the referee. The bell rings—IT'S TIME!) (All three men stand in a triangle, eyes locked, the tension thick. Jake Ryan makes the first move—swinging the steel chain at Jamal! But the champ ducks and BLASTS Jake with a stiff right hand! Brandon Hendricks immediately follows up, catching Jake with a running forearm! The two challengers beat down Jake, sending him reeling to the outside!) Gidget Stevenson: "For once, these two are on the same page! They know Ryan is the biggest wildcard in this match!" (With Jake outside, Jamal turns to Brandon—AND THEY START TRADING BOMBS! Fists fly at rapid speed, each shot sounding like a shotgun blast! Brandon ducks under one of Jamal’s haymakers and snaps him down with a belly-to-belly suplex!) (Hendricks rolls out of the ring and pulls a trash can full of weapons from under the ring! The crowd pops as he throws a kendo stick, a stop sign, and a steel chair inside! But before he can use them, Jake Ryan grabs a Singapore cane and CRACKS Brandon across the back! The sickening smack echoes throughout the arena!) Mia Russo: "Jake Ryan using that cane like a damn executioner!" (Jake wraps the chain around his fist and charges Jamal, but the champ catches him mid-run—OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Jake crumples in the corner as Jamal turns his attention to Brandon, who swings wildly with the stop sign!) (BAM! Jamal blocks it with his forearm and BOOTS THE SIGN INTO BRANDON’S FACE! Brandon collapses, dazed, and Jamal makes the first cover—one, two, NO! Brandon kicks out!) (Jamal lifts Brandon, looking for a powerbomb, but Jake Ryan throws a steel chair at Jamal’s face! The champ stumbles, and Jake follows up with a low blow! The crowd boos loudly as Jake smirks before grabbing the trash can—AND SMASHING IT OVER JAMAL’S HEAD!) (Jake rolls outside and pulls out a TABLE! The crowd pops as he slides it inside, setting it up in the corner. He turns around—Brandon Hendricks SPEARS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd erupts as Jake crashes through the wood!) Mia Russo: "Hendricks just SPEARED Ryan into oblivion!" (Brandon pulls himself up, dragging Jamal into position. He climbs the top rope, looking for a Diving Knee Drop—BUT JAMAL CATCHES HIM! The champ powers him up into the air—POP-UP SPINEBUSTER ONTO A STEEL CHAIR! Cover—one, two, NO! Brandon barely kicks out!) (Jamal shakes his head, knowing he needs to go bigger. He rolls outside and pulls out TWO TABLES! The crowd goes wild as he stacks them one on top of the other near the corner of the ring. He then reaches under the ring and—PULLS OUT LIGHTER FLUID!) Gidget Stevenson: "Oh, no… this is about to get out of hand!" (Jamal soaks the top table and lights it on fire! The flames flicker as he rolls back into the ring, grabbing Jake Ryan and hoisting him onto the top turnbuckle.) (But before he can follow, Brandon Hendricks jumps onto the apron! He grabs a steel chair and BASHES Jamal in the back! Jamal stumbles—HENDRICKS HOOKS HIM—DDT ONTO THE CHAIR!) (Brandon sees Jake still groggy on the turnbuckle and climbs up to meet him! He tries to superplex Jake onto the burning table—but Jake fights back! The two men trade shots until Jamal recovers, climbs up behind them—AND POWERBOMBS BOTH MEN THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLES!!!!) Mia Russo: "OH MY GOD! JAMAL JUST SENT THEM BOTH TO HELL!!!" (The crowd is losing their minds as all three men lay in the wreckage. Smoke rises from the broken tables as Jamal, exhausted, crawls over, stacking BOTH MEN ON TOP OF EACH OTHER! The referee drops—ONE… TWO… THREE!!!) (The bell rings as "HUMBLE" hits once more, and the crowd gives a standing ovation! Jamal Payne rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling before finally pushing himself up. The referee hands him the AWS Pride Championship, and he raises it high above his head, standing tall over the bodies of his fallen challengers!) Gidget Stevenson: "Jamal Payne just proved why he is the AWS Pride Champion! He didn’t just win—he DOMINATED!" Mia Russo: "Stacking both men up like that was the ultimate power move! Jamal is on a whole different level!" (The camera zooms in on Jamal Payne smirking, looking directly into the lens as if to say "Who else wants to try me?" The scene fades to black as AWS Monday Night Ward rolls on!)
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
Singles Match Lola Steele vs. Sophie Masterson (The lights in The Crow’s Nest dim as a sultry electric guitar riff hits the speakers. The tron flashes in neon pink and purple as Lola Steele makes her entrance, strutting onto the stage with confidence. Wearing a studded leather jacket and fishnet tights, she blows a dramatic kiss to the camera before sashaying down the ramp, winking at the crowd before rolling into the ring.) Mia Russo: "Lola Steele is all attitude, all energy, and she’s ready to make a statement here tonight!" Gidget Stevenson: "No doubt, Mia. But standing in her way is a competitor who’s as skilled as they come—Sophie Masterson!" ("Unbreakable" by Fireflight blares through the PA system as Sophie Masterson charges onto the stage, arms raised, an intense fire burning in her eyes. She slaps hands with fans on her way down the ramp, eyes locked on Lola Steele as she slides into the ring, ready for battle.) Mia Russo: "Sophie Masterson is one of the toughest competitors in the AWS Women’s Division. She’s got the resilience, the technical skill, and the drive to make every match a war." Gidget Stevenson: "And that’s exactly why Lola Steele has her work cut out for her tonight!" (The referee checks both competitors, signals for the bell—and this match is underway!) (DING! DING! DING!) (Both women circle each other before locking up, struggling for control. Lola slips behind Sophie into a quick waistlock, but Sophie reverses into a standing switch, grabbing Lola’s arm and twisting it into a hammerlock. Lola winces before countering with a back elbow to the jaw, breaking free and immediately following up with a running dropkick! Sophie stumbles back, but quickly regains her footing.) (The two exchange a flurry of strikes, Sophie landing a forearm smash, but Lola retaliates with a stiff kick to the ribs! Sophie fires back with a snap suplex, floating into a quick cover—one, two, kickout!) Gidget Stevenson: “Both of these women are bringing the heat tonight! Neither one is giving an inch!” (Sophie stays on the attack, pulling Lola to her feet and attempting an Irish whip into the corner, but Lola counters, reversing it! Sophie crashes chest-first into the turnbuckle, and Lola charges in—BIG running knee strike! Sophie staggers out of the corner—Lola grabs her—SPINNING NECKBREAKER! She covers—one, two, NO! Sophie kicks out!) (Lola takes a moment to catch her breath before dragging Sophie up, setting her up for a DDT, but Sophie blocks it! Sophie powers Lola up and counters into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! Cover—one, two, kickout! The crowd is hot as both women rise to their feet, exchanging fierce right hands!) Mia Russo: “This match has been back and forth, neither woman willing to stay down!” (Sophie takes control, landing a jumping enzuigiri! Lola drops to a knee, dazed, and Sophie signals for the end! She pulls Lola in for her finisher—The Spotlight (Tiger Driver ‘98)! But Lola counters with a slick roll-up! One! Two! Sophie kicks out!) (As Sophie scrambles to her feet, Lola catches her off guard with a superkick! Sophie stumbles, and Lola quickly grabs her—STEEL MAGNOLIA (Swinging Reverse STO)! She plants Sophie face-first into the mat! Cover! One! Two! THREE!!!) DING! DING! DING! (Lola Steele sits up, breathing heavily, a satisfied smirk crossing her lips. The referee raises her hand as the crowd gives a mixed reaction—some impressed by her victory, others disappointed for Sophie. Lola flicks her hair back and gives a little bow before turning to exit the ring—) —BUT SHE NEVER GETS THE CHANCE. Post-Match Attack – Center of Attention Strikes!(The crowd boos loudly as Desiree Forte and Olympia Waybright stomp away at Sophie and Lola, completely blindsiding them! Desiree grabs Sophie by the hair, sneering, and slaps her across the face before hitting a vicious DDT! Meanwhile, Olympia hoists Lola up and flattens her with a thunderous spinebuster!) Mia Russo: "WHAT THE HELL!? What business does Center of Attention have out here?!" Gidget Stevenson: "Oh, you know exactly why they’re here, Mia! They’re making a statement, and unfortunately, Sophie and Lola are the ones paying for it!" (The assault continues as Desiree and Olympia pull Sophie and Lola back up, forcing them to their feet, only to send them crashing into each other! Both women collapse again, the damage mounting. The crowd boos mercilessly as Desiree grabs a microphone. She kneels next to Sophie’s fallen body, tapping the mic.) "Aw, did you two really think you were the stars of this division? That you mattered? News flash—WE are the Center of Attention!" (Olympia laughs, nudging Lola’s motionless body with her boot before turning to the hard cam.) "Consider this a little… wake-up call. The AWS Women’s Division isn’t about 'respect' and 'sportsmanship'—it's about us!" (The two smirk at their handiwork, about to exit—when suddenly, “Blood in the Water” by Grandson hits! The crowd ERUPTS as VERA EAMES SPRINTS down the ramp, a steel chair in hand!) (Desiree and Olympia’s eyes widen as Vera slides into the ring. SWING! The chair blasts Desiree in the ribs, sending her stumbling! Olympia charges, but Vera turns and SMACKS HER across the back with the chair! The crowd roars as Center of Attention quickly scrambles out of the ring, clutching their wounds!) Mia Russo: "Vera Eames has seen enough! She’s not letting Center of Attention run roughshod over this division!" Gidget Stevenson: "And look at Desiree and Olympia—they wanted no part of Vera once she had that chair in hand!" (Vera glares at the two retreating women, daring them to come back as she tosses the chair down. She turns back to Sophie and Lola, who are slowly recovering, checking their wounds. Vera kneels next to them, offering a hand, but the damage has already been done—both women are clearly rattled and hurting.) (The camera focuses on Vera, standing tall in the ring while Desiree and Olympia smirk from the ramp, mouthing "This isn’t over." The scene fades out as AWS Monday Night Ward heads to commercial, leaving the crowd buzzing about what’s next for the AWS Women’s Division.)
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
Hardcore Match Grungie vs. Cage Eames (The atmosphere inside The Crow’s Nest is tense as the lights dim slightly. The AWS faithful are buzzing, knowing full well that when a Hardcore match is on the card, things are about to get ugly. Weapons will be used, blood will be spilled, and careers could very well be shortened tonight.) ("One Crazed Arachist" plays and Grungie comes dancing out, while Rock N' Roll God just walks out. The two slap hands and Grungie is so excited to be in front of the crowd as me make his way to the ring. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and poses on the farest out turnbuckle. Rock N' Roll God gets in the ring and supports him. The two hugs and Grungie is getting ready for his match as Rock N' Roll God leaves the ring.) Mia Russo: “Grungie is one of the most unorthodox competitors we’ve ever seen in AWS. This guy is chaos personified—he fights like he doesn’t care if he wins or loses, so long as someone gets hurt.” Gidget Stevenson: “And that’s what makes him dangerous, Mia. He thrives in anarchy, and that’s exactly what a Hardcore match brings.” (As Grungie rolls into the ring, he swings his kendo stick wildly, smashing it against the ropes, causing the referee to back off. But then—the lights go out.) (A chilling static-filled distortion echoes through the PA system before a guttural guitar riff kicks in. Cage Eames emerges through a haze of smoke, wearing his leather jacket, his head slightly bowed as he cracks his knuckles. The AWS crowd knows what’s coming next—violence.) Mia Russo: “And here comes Cage Eames. This man doesn’t just compete in Hardcore matches, he THRIVES in them.” Gidget Stevenson: “He’s a walking deathmatch nightmare, Mia. If Grungie thinks this is going to be a walk in the park, he’s got another thing coming.” (Cage walks straight down the ramp, ignoring the crowd, his eyes locked on Grungie. He slides into the ring, throwing his jacket off before the bell rings!) (Grungie swings his kendo stick immediately, but Cage ducks, grabs a steel chair from ringside, and throws it right into Grungie’s face! The impact is sickening as Grungie staggers back, clutching his nose.) (Cage charges forward, tackling Grungie into the corner and unloading a rapid barrage of knee strikes to the gut before grabbing him by the hair and launching him over the top rope to the floor!) Mia Russo: “And here we go—this fight’s already outside the ring!” (Cage follows Grungie out, but the moment he steps onto the floor—Grungie cracks the kendo stick across Cage’s ribs! Cage doubles over, and Grungie swings again, this time hitting Cage across the back of the head! Cage stumbles against the barricade, and Grungie follows up with a Russian Leg Sweep onto the concrete!) (Grungie doesn’t stop there—he crawls under the ring and pulls out a stop sign. He holds it up to the crowd, then slams it over Cage’s head! The metallic clang echoes throughout the arena, and the fans go wild.) Gidget Stevenson: “I told you—this isn’t about wrestling, this is a fight!” (Grungie stomps on Cage’s fingers, laughing to himself as he grabs a steel trash can and places it over Cage’s upper body. With a wicked grin, he grabs a steel chair and SMASHES it over the trash can-covered Cage! The impact crumples the can, trapping Cage inside!) (Grungie yanks Cage out, grabbing him by the head, and drags him toward the announce table. But as he does—Cage fights back! He elbows Grungie in the gut before launching him OVER the announce table! Grungie crashes into the commentary setup, knocking over monitors and papers as the crowd chants “HOLY SHT! HOLY SHT!”) (Cage wastes no time—he rips off the top of the announce table and drags Grungie onto it! He hooks Grungie’s arms—DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE! The table EXPLODES under the impact!) Mia Russo: “GOOD LORD! CAGE JUST DROVE GRUNGIE STRAIGHT THROUGH OUR TABLE!” (Cage is slow to get up, breathing heavily, but Grungie is still moving—barely. Cage drags him toward the ring and rolls him in, but then his eyes catch something near the ramp… A stack of two tables!) (The crowd pops HARD as Cage walks over, smirking as he pulls a can of lighter fluid from under the ring. The AWS faithful lose their minds as he soaks the tables in fluid!) Gidget Stevenson: “Oh, this is about to go to a whole different level!” (Cage grabs a lighter—AND IGNITES THE TABLES! A giant flame engulfs the wood as the fans go insane!) Mia Russo: “Somebody stop this—this is going too far!” (Cage slides back into the ring, grabbing a groggy Grungie and dragging him to the top rope.) (He positions him… HE’S GOING FOR A SUPERPLEX THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLES!) Gidget Stevenson: “NO WAY! NO WAY! THIS IS INSANE!” (Grungie throws elbows, desperately trying to fight out—but Cage HEADBUTTS HIM! One… two… three headbutts! Grungie is barely conscious!) CAGE LIFTS HIM… AND SUPERPLEXES GRUNGIE THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLES BELOW! (The moment they crash through, the flames scatter and officials rush to put them out as Cage rolls out of the wreckage, barely moving.) “HOLY SHT! HOLY SHT!” (Cage drags himself over and throws an arm over Grungie’s chest—ONE… TWO… THREE!) DING! DING! DING! Ring Announcer: “Here is your winner… CAGE EAMES!” (Cage slowly gets to his feet as officials use fire extinguishers on the smoldering table remains. Grungie is completely out, motionless amid the wreckage.) (Cage stares down at his opponent, then cracks his neck before raising his arms in victory. The AWS crowd is going wild as he glares into the camera, a twisted smirk on his face.) Mia Russo: “Cage Eames just sent a message to the entire AWS roster—this man will do whatever it takes to win!” Gidget Stevenson: “Grungie might not even be breathing right now! Somebody get medical out here!” (Cage walks to the ramp, barely able to stand, as referees check on Grungie’s condition. The screen fades to black with one final shot of the broken tables, the scorch marks still visible as Cage Eames stands victorious.)
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AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV
Post-Match Interview with TJ AlexanderInterviewer: Spanky Evans Location: Backstage at AWS Monday Night Ward XLIV (The scene opens in the backstage interview area, where Spanky Evans, dressed in his usual flamboyant Hawaiian shirt, stands with a microphone in hand. The crowd buzzes in the background as TJ Alexander, still breathing heavily from his KØЯ∃ Underground Championship defense, steps into frame. His body is bruised, his gear stained with Kyle Stevenson’s blood, but the KØЯ∃ Underground Championship rests proudly over his shoulder. He adjusts it, cracking his neck as Spanky brings the mic up.) "Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the man who just walked out of absolute carnage with his title still intact—your reigning, defending KØЯ∃ Underground Champion, TJ Alexander!" (The crowd in the arena watching on the tron cheers wildly, chanting “T-J! T-J! T-J!”) "TJ, you just survived a war against not one, but TWO of the most dangerous men in AWS in Kyle Stevenson and Damien Kostich. We saw you not only endure the chaos but make Kyle Stevenson TAP OUT! How does it feel walking out of that match still champion?" (TJ wipes sweat from his forehead, glancing down at his championship before looking back at Spanky with an intense glare.) "Spanky, let me ask you something. Do I LOOK like a survivor to you? Do I LOOK like someone who just ‘got through’ a match? No, man—I didn’t survive that match. I OWNED IT. I walked in there knowing exactly what I had to do, and when the bell rang, when the blood was spilled, and when the bodies were broken, I walked out STILL the KØЯ∃ Underground Champion!" (The crowd pops as TJ shifts the title higher on his shoulder.) "Kyle Stevenson? He thought he could turn that ring into his own personal slaughterhouse. Damien Kostich? That man wakes up every morning looking to put people in the ground. But guess what? At the end of the night, it was ME standing tall. It was ME locking Kyle in that Regal Stretch, cranking it back until he had NO CHOICE but to tap like his damn life depended on it." "No doubt about it, TJ, but with a division as brutal as KØЯ∃ Underground, you know there’s always another challenger waiting in the wings. You took down Stevenson and Kostich tonight, but who’s next? Who do you see coming for that title?" (TJ scoffs, rolling his shoulders before glaring into the camera.) "You wanna know who’s next, Spanky? It doesn’t matter! Because I’ll tell you the same thing I told every single person who thought they could take this title from me—I run KØЯ∃ Underground! I am the measuring stick, the endgame, the FINAL boss in this damn division!" (TJ leans in closer, his voice dripping with confidence.) "So to anyone in that locker room sitting there watching this, licking their chops thinking they’re next in line—step up. Try me. Because the end result will be the same as tonight. I’ll break you down, I’ll make you bleed, and if you piss me off enough, I’ll make you TAP OUT too." (The crowd roars as TJ pats the championship one last time.) "KØЯ∃ Underground? That’s my world now. And if you wanna take it from me? You better be ready to fight for your life." (TJ shoots one last smirk before walking off-camera, leaving Spanky standing there, nodding with approval.) "There you have it, folks—strong words from a champion who refuses to be dethroned. Who will be the next challenger? We’ll find out soon enough. Back to you at ringside!" (The screen fades as the arena echoes with cheers, the legend of TJ Alexander’s reign continuing to grow.)