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Wild Willey is walking out of a local arena, a child with his cellphone out is filming Wild Willey Child - Willey! You suck! Wild Willey - Out of my way kid. Child - You're the worst wrestler in the AWS Wild Willey - Open your eyes kid, its obvious you haven't seen the rest of those so called "wrestlers" in that locker room. Wild Willey ushes the kid out of the way and starts walking past him Child - You're gonna lose at Survival of the Fittest! Wild Willey turns around, walks towards the child, gets within a few inches of the child and stares down at him without touching him Wild Willey - Look over there kid. Willey points to a man standing over by a wall near a building Wild Willey - I'm guessing by the way that man looks, and how he's acting right now, that he's your father. The child gets nervous, the man looks on, taking a little step forward, than stepping back again Wild Willey - Is that scared man your daddy little kid? Child - Uhhhh, ya. Wild Willey starts laughing Wild Willey - I can tell. Look at him kid, look at your daddy, look at him tremble. Look at him, afraid to step up to me, afraid to confront the man who's staring down his own kid. I point at the man Wild Willey - Your daddy, is a coward, just like you, and just like those children in the locke room. I step a little closer to the child Wild Willey - Look at that, I get closer to you and you cower in fear, your "Daddy" stands over their, about to piss himself, scared, a whimpering child himself, willing to allow his own child, his own flesh and blood to get it's ass beat. Willey stares down at the child Wild Willey - You think i'm gonna lose. You think i'm not gonna win the AWS Interstate Championship. Well let me tell you kid. You watch the AWS and you see wrestlers doing there pretty promos, each talking about winning the AWS Interstate Championship, focusing on the title match, and winning that belt. Child - You're not gonna win the title. Wild Willey - See that's where you don't know a damn thing about what you're talking about kid. You assume that I want the title, that I want to win the AWS Interstate Championship. Lets get this straight right here and right now. Wild Willey points at the arena Wild Willey - Those wrestlers, want to win the title, those wrestlers want to be a "somebody". Wild Willey take his thumbs and points it towards his own face Wild Willey - But this guy, the last True Outlaw, just wants to whoop some ass. I don't care about no shiny belt, I already have a shiny belt. Wild Willey points to his belt buckle Wild Willey - You have to understand something kid, i'm not here for title chances, for title reigns and i'm not here to make people happy. I've been saying it ever since I first arrived in the AWS, the talent in the back, is soft, a bunch of sissies who need to be reminded about what wrestling is all about. So i'm doing my part, i'm being a servant of the people, to beat the living crap out of every single one of those wrestlers in the back, until they learn, to no longer be soft, to no longer be a sissy, to appreciate those who came before you and to respect those who came before you, especially me, the last True Outlaw. Wild Willey stares down at the child Wild Willey - I look at a Battle Royal, and I lick my chops, what better way for me to raise hell and create havoc than in a match where I have the opportunity to beat the living hell out of 8 people all at the same time. Like I said, I don't care who win, all I care about it kicking a lot of ass, and whoever does win that match, will have survived. But survival does not mean living, it means barely walking out, alive. Whoever wins, will be beaten, they will be bloody, they will have lifelong scars and they will be taking years off their lives. Child - See, you're gonna lose, even you admit it! Wild Willey - Like I said kid, i'm not in the match to win it. If anything, winning that title, is a slap in my face. If I happen to pin someone, you can be damn sure, it was an accident. Because I don't want to pin anyone, pinning them means I have to stop fighting, means I have to stop teaching, means the rest of those wrestlers will finally get peace. I want the match to keep going, I want it to never end, I want to keep beating the crap out of them until they learn, that I am the True Outlaw, and how to be a better wrestler. Child - You wan to kill them? Wild Willey - No, I never said that. I want to teach them. I want them to value every breathe they take. I'm not in the match until that final 1,2,3 pinfall, i'm in that match to create 3,2... the count of breathes before they reach there last breathes. I intend to take each of them all the way up to the end of their lives, so they know what it feels like to give 100%, to give absolutely everything into the match. To teach each of them, that if they don't have what it takes, than they shouldn't be in my ring. Wild Willey starts to walk away from the child, then turns around and look at the kid. Wild Willey - Pay attention kid, because while i'm not rainbows, unicorns and happy smiles. You'll learn more from watching me than you will every learn from those so called "wrestlers". Wild Willey points to the kids father Wild Willey - And you'll learn more from me in 5 minutes, than your precious daddy will teach you in a lifetime. Wild Wiley walks away as the kid stares in disbelief

An AWS Cameraman is walking by the dressing rooms and finds Wild Willey laughing. He immediately grabs the nearest camera and starts filming. The camera finds Wild Willey watching Jax Calder’s promo. Willey takes a seat in a chair and stares the at the television. A voice on the television can be heard (“…You slow things down to prove you own the ground… I slow things down to remove options….) Snoring can be heard. The camera pans over to find Wild Willey asleep in the chair. The cameraman kicks a nearby aluminum trash can, causing Willey to awaken. Wild Willey turns at the sound and sees the cameraman. Wild Willey looks intently into the camera. Wild Willey - No wonder this organization is failing. Wild Willey wipes his eyes Wild Willey - This crap is putting me to sleep. Wild Willey stares at the Television Wild Willey - Look Jax Calder, i'm sure you've got lots of talent, I mean you're here for a reason right. Do I walk slow and move slow, absolutely, and yes, it's because that's how I want people to move for me. I slow things down, I slow matches to, it's my advantage, and i'm not afraid to let anyone know that. Wild Willey walks over to his locker and pulls out some wrist tape Wild Willey - Jax says that he's stepping into a controlled space. He's not wrong, it's my space, and I control it, and i'm going to make it very uncomfortable for him. Wild Willey walks towards the door and walks out into the hallway. Willey slowly starts to walk down the hallway, the cameraman slowly following. As Willey moves down the hall, Adam Stryker is seen, Adam moves out of the way to let Willey walk by. Wild Willey - That's right, i'm not done with you, get out of my way. Wild Willey look back at the camera Wild Willey - You see Jax, Adam Stryker, a veteran, just moved out of my way, because he remembers the match we just had, a brutal match that ended in a double count out. Wild Willey turns and continues to walk down the hallway Wild Willey - I walk slow to give admires time to admire. I walk slow to show that I am not afraid. Silver Baron walks out of his locker room and sees Wild Willey, he moves back, towards the doorway as Wile Willey walks bye. Wild Willey - Hahaha, a champion in this organization, moves out of the way for me, because he remembers the match we had, he knows I can beat him, because I did beat him. He feared me before the match, which is why he refused to put his title on the line. Wild Willey looks back at Silver Baron, staring him down Wild Willey - He knows I'll make him irrelevant. Wild Willey turns back and looks down the hallways, continuing to walk down the hall. Wild Willey - You see Jax, I've only been here a short while and I already command respect, and that's what I'm getting as I walk down this hallway. They don't fear me, they respect me. Wild Willey turns and walks through the black curtain and out onto the rampway of the arena. Wild Willey stops at the top of the rampway, looking around at all the empty seats. Wild Willey - On Tuesday Night, these seats will be full. Thousands of fans screaming as you walk to the ring, and you're gonna love it, because after all, your nickname is the Noise Addict. You love the crowds energy, and that's great, because I too love the crowds energy, it lets me know how much they love you and how much fun it's gonna be to tear you down. Wild Willey starts slowly walking down to the ring Wild Willey - I guarantee you Jax, this crowd won't be slowing down, this crowd won't be silent. Wild Willey slides into the ring, standing in the middle and looking around Wild Willey - No, instead, this crowd will be booing, loudly at me. They'll be angry that I'll be winning, having my way with you, showing you exactly what it feels like to step toe to toe with the last True Outlaw. Wild Willey puts his hand up to his ear, trying to listen. Wild Willey - You hear that Jax. Do you hear them. The light sound of booing, which will be amplified on Tuesday Night. Wild Willey takes his hand down from his ear and takes in a deep breath of air. Wild Willey - It's not about how fast or slow we move in the ring, or how fast or slow we walk to the ring. The cheers don't matter, the boos don't matter. What does matter, is composure. Jax, you have yet to step foot into this ring, my ring. You have yet to hear what these fans sound like. You have yet to feel what this crowd feels like. Wild Willey turns around in the ring, slowly, looking at all the empty seats Wild Willey - You may be new, you may have wrestled before, you've never wrestled here before. Everyone, no matter how much of a veteran they are, fears that first walk down to the ring in a new organization. Don't mess up or these fans will murder you, they'll laugh at you and make you feel small. Don't mess up in the ring, or i'll make you pay, and this crowd will turn on you so fast. It's like I said Jax, composure is what it takes to be in this ring, and with this being your first match, you're not even gonna be close to being composed, you're gonna be scared, of the fans and of me, in the ring. Do you have what it takes to deliver, for these fans? For this organization? And your alter ego, the Low Frequency, doesn't stand a chance. In fact, i'd call it your biggest weakness. You fade so far down by the slowness, by the silence that you fall back onto the Low Frequency and give up on everything, the game plan thrown out. Wild Willey smiles at the camera Wild Willey - Good, because that's what I want, that's what I crave, for you to give up on your game plan, give up all the preparations you've been doing for this match. Because that's when you're most vulnerable. I hope on Tuesday Night I see this Low Frequency, because it means you're down, you're beaten and i'm only a few moves from winning, again, and showing this organization again why I am the last True Outlaw, and I'll prove to you why those wrestlers in the back move out of my way when I walk through. Honestly, At this moment, your best option, is to hope I don't embarrass you during your debut. The camera fades away with the image of Wild Willey standing in the middle of the ring

A cameraman walks down a dark hallway, a light above flickers, giving glimpses of light to the hallway. The cameraman finds a cracked open door and peeks in, here we can see Wild Willey sitting in a broken chair staring at a small television set, re-watching his debut match against the AWS Parental Advisory Champion Silver Baron. Wild Willey stares at the match, talking to himself, unknown that he is being filmed. Wild Willey - Are you kidding me? Wild Willey watches the match intently Wild Willey - Here I am, the last True Outlaw of the West still alive, released from dusty years stuck in a cell in the desert, doing my time, paying my price for what i’ve done. Now a free man, finally able to live my outlaw ways and prove to the world that I am the last True Outlaw, and of course the best place to do that, is at the only place crazy enough to take a True Outlaw, the AWS. Watching the match against Silver Baron, Wild Willey stands up and shoves his cowboy boot through the tv. Wild Willey - What a load of crap! Wild Willey paces around the room, groaning in anger as he begins to mumble to himself Wild Willey - No bullshit, just violence. Are you kidding me! Here I am, the last True Outlaw of the Old West, and they send my ass to Paris? And they have me in the ring against some Parental Advisory champion? What the hell is that shit, some dinky participation trophy they give to someone who best represents censorship and protecting children from violence and explicit language. Basically a championship for whiny little bitches. Wild Willey picks up the tiny broken chair he was sitting on and throws it at the wall, smashing it into pieces. Wild Willey - Who the hell is Silver Baron anyway? A Champion in this organization? Are you kidding me? No wonder he didn’t want to put the title on the line, he knew he was gonna lose it. Refused to but the title on the line, and barely put up a fight in the ring, that’s the marks of a coward. Wild Willey walks over to a mirror on the wall, looking at himself in the mirror Wild Willey - Look at me, wrinkles cover my face, looking 30 years older than I am. Each wrinkle a story from my past, the hardships i’ve lived through, not been through, but actually lived through, experienced, mixed with the sacrifices i’ve given to live life in the Wild West. These are my battle scars, these are my stories, this is my life. Wild Willey suddenly turns and opens the door all the way, exposing the cameraman peeking in Wild Willey - You are just like all the rest here in AWS, trying to get a glimpse inside the mind of the True Outlaw. The camera man attempts to walk backwards to step away from Wild Willey, but Wild Willey walks with him, staring intently into the camera Wild Willey - It makes me want to vomit, staring at the quote wrestlers unquote in this organization. And now, on Saturday February 28th, I have to face another one, another washed up has been named Adam Stryker. Ya Adam, this message is specifically for you. You talk about your former organizations as if they’re a prize, but all I see is wasted youth. There’s a reason you’re no longer in those organizations, either they failed with you, or they chose to move on, without you. And now you come to the AWS to rekindle a failed childhood dream, just like the rest of these posers in the back. Wild Willey pushes the cameraman down the hallway and towards the head office for AWS. On the door is a list of wrestlers that makes up the roster of the AWS. Wild Willey - Adam Stryker, you’re just another small name on this list, you’re name isn’t bigger than anyone else, and it’s lost in the mix of all these guys, and just like these guys, you too are a poser, pretending to be someone you’re not. You talk about me being a gimmick, being a cowboy. I can assure you, this is no gimmick, I was born in cowboy boots, these scars on my face are not make believe, they are 100% genuine. This cowboy gimmick you think I have, isn’t a gimmick, it’s a lifestyle I was born into out of necessity. Where I come from, you were either a coward running away from danger, or you were an Outlaw, facing danger head-on, and that’s what I did, I stood up to those who challenged me, and faced my enemies head-on, and you are no different. There’s a reason i’m still around to tell these stories, because I survived. Wild Willey takes the roster off the door of the head office of the AWS and drags the cameraman with him down the hallway. Wild Willey drags the cameraman into the bathroom and into a stall in front of a toilet Wild Willey - Adam Stryker, today you’re just a name on a list with the rest of these pieces of crap who call themselves wrestlers. This is what I think of you and the rest of this roster. Wild Willey crunches up the AWS roster, tosses it in the toilet and flushes it down the toilet Wild Willey - Silver Baron learned a lesson when I faced him, he learned that he can be beaten, fairly easily at that. Even right now, there’s a tournament going on, Survival of the Fittest, there’s a reason i’m not in that tournament, because i’ve already survived, and i’m already the fittest. There’s a reason people like Silver Baron wouldn’t put his title on the line against me, because he knew i’d steal that championship from him. And there’s a reason I don’t have a title around my waste, because I don’t it. That roster I just flushed down the toilet, they may need it, they may need a shiny belt around their waste to feel like they’re a champion, but the reality is, all those champions know who the real champion is, because this is no gimmick, this isn’t the land of make believe, this is the reality that stands before you, and Adam Stryker is gonna be an example of what happens when you step into the ring with the last True Outlaw, and i’m gonna use this match as a clinic to every single person on that roster to see what the future looks like in an AWS ring, it’s about time this organization starts living by it’s motto, I will show you violence and I will turn that ring into my own personal Asylum. Unfortunately for Adam Stryker, he’s gonna be a casualty of consequences that I will use in my clinic. Wild Willey walks out from the bathroom, away from the camera, walking down the long dark hallways with flickering lights. Wild Willey turns and look at the camera Wild Willey - For those watching at home, you may want to send the kiddos to bed early, because on February 28th, it’s gonna be dark, it’s gonna be scary, there will be blood, and afterwards, you may need therapy. Enjoy these last few days Adam Stryker, they may be your last. Wild Willey walks down the long hallway as the camera fades to black.

The camera showcases a dusty small town with less than 10 buildings, old wooden buildings, barely a sole in sight. A tavern at the center of town gives glimpses of an older time, when the town was full of life, filled with dreams of wealth, drunken parties at night in the Tavern and where the ladies of the night, ruled the night. The camera cuts to a building at the edge of town, the towns Sheriff walks out of the building onto the wooden boardwalk that lines the front of the building along the main street of town. The Sheriff leans against post, looking into the deep desert as a raven can be heard in the distance Sheriff: It doesn't feel that long ago. A time when Outlaws ruled the west. A time when laws didn't exist. If you didn't like someone, you shot him, it was that simple. If you were a gunslinger, your ability to do your job, was shown by the fact you were still alive. As a Sheriff, of a lawless town, my job was to try and keep everyone alive. Deep groan by the Sheriff Sheriff: Now look at this place, empty, deserted, the miners are gone, the banks are gone, the tavern is gone, the ladies of the night are gone and the gunslingers are gone. A long pause comes as the Sheriff stares at the dusty road in front of him Sheriff: I remember the Outlaws, the great Outlaws who once rued this land. Jesse James, Billy the Kid, Butch Cassidy, and so on. As much as I hated them, today, I miss them. All gne but never forgotten. The Sheriff walks back in to the building. We can hear him talking as we hear keys jingling and the sound of a steel door being opened Sheriff: Your time has come young one, you're released from your shackles. The Sheriff walks back out to the front of the building and again leans against the post Sheriff: The Old West will never be as it once was, a lawless paradise filled with Outlaws. The Billy the Kids of the world no longer exist. The sound of cowboys boots slowly walking can be heard Sheriff: But the Outlaws aren't all gone. There is still one Outlaw that remans, the Last True Outlaw. Through the door of the building a dark figure appears, staring down, wearing a long black well-worn trench coast and a black well-worn cowboy hat. The man takes a couple more steps forward into the sunlight, slowly lifting his head revealing a face covered in a black beard and black mustache, wrinkles all over his face despite still being young, an obvious sign that he has already lived a full life, despite not even being 30 yet. As he lifts his head his eyes squint as he tries to get used to seeing the sun again. Sheriff: Wild Willey. Wild Willey slowly turns back and looks at the Sheriff Sheriff: Now that you're a free man, what are you gonna do? Wild Willey turns and looks around the now dead town, not a sole in sight other than the Sheriff Sheriff: The world has changed since you last saw the light of day. Wild Willey looks down at the ground, a strong breeze blows down the road, a page of a newspaper flys in and lands in front of Wild Willey, he looks down and sees an advertisement for Asylum Wrestling Society. Wild Willey turns around and looks back at the building, a wanted poster is posted saying "WANTED: Silver Baron". With a low raspy voice Wild Willey begins to speak. Wild Willey: It's time I remind people that the Old West isn't dead, and the last True Outlaw still exists. Wild Willey walks out onto the dusty road making up Main Street Wild Willey: The time has come for me to take my next journey, and my first stop, is AWS Assault where Silver Baron will learn why Outlaws ruled this land for over a century, and that we're not gone yet, I still have a lot of fight left in this boots. Wild Willey starts to slowly walk down Main Street Sheriff: Should I telegraph anyone for you? Wild Willey stops in his tracks, turns towards the Sheriff and says Wild Willey: You know what, ya, go ahead and send two telegraphs. Wild Willy stops for a second, listening to the complete silence of a town once filled with hundreds of people, a main street filled with horses, and the sound of a piano playing at the Tavern Wild Willey: Telegraph the Asylum Wrestling Society and let them know that the Last True Outlaw, Wild Willey is on his way there, and that everyone should be put on notice that everything they have known, is about to change. Wild Willey: Then, Telegraph Silver Baron, and tell him a world of pain is coming for him, a pain in which he has never felt before. I am the Last True Outlaw. Wild Willey look at the Sheriff Sheriff: Anything else? Wild Willey: Sheriff, there have been times in this world where certain groups of people ruled the world. Genghis Khan and the Mongol empire, the Roman Empire, the Egyptians, the Vikings, Pirates, etc. And then, there's the Outlaws of the Old West, not ruled by a ruler, a collection of great people who ran the farthest west uncharted territory of the Western Hemisphere, an area people were scared to go to unless you were crazy enough. The strongest of the strong wouldn't take that leap, to travel out west, endure the long ride, which was the easiest part, and yet it killed so many. But then arriving on the West, to nothingness, having to create your own world and make it thrive. Then, add in the lawlessness of the area, everyone wanted to kill you. Even if you managed to make it here, you still had to survive living here, and as the Last True Outlaw, i'm still here. Billy the Kidd is gone, Jesse James is gone, Butch Cassidy, gone. But I live on, Wild Willey lives when the rest are buried six feet under. Wild Willey thinks for a second as the sun starts to go down in the background Wild Willey: Oh ya, Telegraph the worlds newspapers, and let them know that they are about to see a true living legend, a real life Outlaw, and i'm going to show them why Outlaws were feared and should still be feared. Wild Willey turns and starts walking down the road, he doesn't turn back, just keeps walking into the sunset as he yells back Wild Willey: Oh ya, Sheriff, I may be the Last True Outlaw, but that doesn't mean Outlaws are dead and done with. It means that I'm the start of a new era of Outlaws. The camera zooms in on the silhouette of Wild Willey walks into the image of the sun setting in the distance. The camera fades to black

BASIC INFORMATION Wrestler Name: Wild Willey Ring Nickname(s): The True Outlaw Pronouns: He Age: 27 Height / Weight: 6ft 1in / 245lbs Hometown (Billed From): Plains, MT Alignment: ☑ Heel Mainly a Heel, with option to be Face. Seen as an Anti-Hero. PRESENTATION & AESTHETIC Entrance Music: “Ain’t No Grave” – Johnny Cash Entrance Description: The lights in the arena go dark, the camera shows a far away look at the entire arena as a light fog covers the ramp way. A bright light behind the entranceway turns on, the camera focuses on the bright light as a dark figure wearing a cowboy hat appears as a silhouette in the bright lighting. The dark figure slowly walks out of the lighting, towards the camera where he is seen in a long black trench coat that’s open down the front, and a black well-worn cowboy hat. The very slow walk to the ring shows his cautious nature. The crowds reactions is sprinkled with boos and silence from disbelief as well as a couple cheers. Once in the ring, he slowly removes his cowboy hat, staring down the crowd with a glazed glare. He takes off his long black trench coat while staring down his opponent. He doesn’t do any poses in the ring and has the attitude of an old outlaw who’s tired of dealing with people who annoy him. The cameras try to stay focused on his upper body while he’s in the ring. Attire: Entrance Gear: Black Trench coat, open down the front revealing a slight glimmer of his ring attire. A black well-worn cowboy hat. In-Ring Attire: A full length one-piece black outfit, cut off at the shoulders. A big red W on the chest and a smaller red W on each knee. Black gloves on his hands. Black cowboy boots. Out-of-Ring Appearance: He stays in character all the time, staying quiet with a low deep raspy voice. He’s an observer who stays in the back, watching everyone. WRESTLING STYLE & PSYCHOLOGY Primary Wrestling Style: ☑ Brawler ☑ Powerhouse ☑ Hardcore ☑Strong Style In-Ring Psychology: (How they approach matches, pace, strategy, mindset) Strengths: Is very good at slowing down matches and trying to control the match. His upper body strength allows for strong punches and powerful upper body moves. Weaknesses: Quick wrestlers and high flyers. If you can take out his legs you may have a chance. SIGNATURE OFFENSE Signature Moves: Big Boot Running Clothesline Atomic drop European Uppercut Finishers: Sidewalk slam, Iron Claw Primary Finisher: The Wrangler (toss opponent against the ropes, when they come back I lift them into a spinebuster position, I do a 180 degree spin and finish the spinebuster with a hard slam into the mat) Secondary / Desperation Finisher: Power slap to the chest. A massive slap to the chest using every ounce of energy I have to try and get in a quick slap to stun my opponent for a few seconds, allowing me to gain my composure and switch momentum. Set-Up Moves (if any): Throw into rope. I can do a lot of my moves if my opponent is running at me. Common Match Spots or Tendencies: Ten punches in the corner for when they’re in the corner. Sleeper hold and Ankle Lock are his submission moves. No aerial spots, he’s too big. His main counter is lighter version of the power slap to either the head, back or chest. MATCH STYLE PREFERENCES (IMPORTANT) Preferred Match Pace: ☑Slow & Methodical Best Match Types: ☑ Singles ☑ Hardcore Selling Style: ☑ Moderate Seller ☑ Fights Through Pain Crowd Interaction: ☑ Stoic / Silent CHARACTER & STORY ELEMENTS Gimmick / Character Description: Wild “The True Outlaw” Willey is an Old West style character who is stuck in the late 1800’s. He’s a tough S.O.B. who doesn’t trust anyone. Motivation: The ring is his territory and he is very territorial, he doesn’t like it when others step on his territory or especially disrespect him or his territory. The championships are the prized possessions to him and he feels he is the only one who can truly honor the titles and those who fought before him to make those titles worthy. He feels that if anyone else holds those titles, they are disrespecting and not honoring the titles the way they should be. Personality Traits: Takes a long time to earn his trust. Doesn’t like jokes, doesn’t like people. You must earn his respect, and it’s extremely hard. Ongoing or Potential Storylines: Potential storyline options: (The law of the place, bringing respect back to the ring. A gunslinger type, demanding that anyone with the guts the face me show up and try me.)