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The scene opens in a dark room. Just a few candles scattered around the floor that give us just enough light to see there are two men sitting at a wooden table. The one sitting down behind the table is a tall, muscular man, dressed in a grey hoodie, hood draped over his head. Standing behind him is a man in a white three-piece suit with one accessory standing out from his outfit – a black and gold luchador mask. „So we begin,“ the man in the hoodie says. „Fate has given us an unpredictable start in AWS. Newcomers, just like us. Two duos wanting to make the biggest impact on their way to gold. It’s exciting. It’s mysterious. Like a fresh deck of cards, where you don’t know what you’ll draw next,“ he continues and takes out a deck of cards from his pocket. He shuffles it properly, in complete silence, then carefully places it on the table before him and draws the top card. He doesn’t look at it, just shows it to the man behind him. „What does this one say?“ he asks. The masked man leans in. „It’s… Charizard.“ A record scratch. „Ooo, that’s cool,“ he masked man exclaims all excited and looks at the card. „And it’s shiny too!“ Both men laugh. „Can we turn the lights on please?“ the muscular man asks as he takes off his hood. The lights come on. We can truly identify the men as DEADMARSH and Balístico, the tag team known as Battle Beasts. „Well I guess this tells you all you need to know about us,“ DEADMARSH says directly to the camera with a big smile. „We came to Asylum Wrestling Society because we think it’s missing people like us. Take a look at the roster. Everybody is dark and mysterious, or a badass shit-talker, or even both. And everything has to be extreme and bloody. Remember when pro-wrestling used to be just… dumb fun?“ The two friends give each other a nod before DEADMARSH addresses the camera again. „That’s why we’re here. Balístico and me, we like to have fun in the ring and we love to fight, no matter who the management puts in front of us. We don’t to tape need mysterious promos in dark alleys and secret places under the arena where you’re more likely to catch an infection than make a good point about your match. We don’t need setups like this. Like, do you have any idea how much these freakin‘ candles cost?“ „I do. I bought them. You still owe me for half,“ Balístico chimes in dryly. „We’ll settle that later,“ DEADMARSH says. „All I’m saying is – Battle Beasts need just a few words to make their point, and a few minutes in that ring to show they’re the best up-and-coming tag team around. My friend Balístico is the most exciting luchador you’ve ever seen. He’s all calm and collected usually, but when he steps into the ring and starts doing his thing, you’ll start to think Johnny Knoxville is boring. And me? My name is DEADMARSH. All caps, if you’re writing it down. And I’m so strong I could beat a goddamn bull in an arm wrestling contest!“ he shouts. „Well the bull is at a disadvantage. He doesn’t have fingers to wrap around your hand in an arm wrestling match, Balístico says. „Let’s not get all sciencey here. My point is there’s nobody better and more unique in tag team wrestling now than Battle Beasts. And the aptly named Unfortunate Events will find out first hand at the pre-show when something very unfortunate happens to them. That’s when I host one of them on my shoulders and my friend here will drive their head to the mat. We call that the Giant Slayer. And it’s the move that will take us all the way to the AWS Tag Titles,“ DEADMARSH proclaims. „Or Duos titles. We’re not picky,“ Balístico says. „No, we’re not,“ DEADMARSH nods. „Just very, very hungry.“ Balístico grabs him by the shoulders and opens his eyes wide at the camera as he shouts: „A LA BATALLA!“ We slowly fade to black.

Man of His Word The scene opens in the backyard of Adam Stryker’s house. The LA sun shines down on the green grass. It’s calm and quiet. The kids are at school, his wife Maria is inside taking care of chores, so Adam can be outside and reflect. The camera finds the veteran wrestler walking through the backyard. “I hope everybody saw Ward this past Tuesday. Saw that I am a man of my word,” Stryker says calmly, looking into the distance. Only then he turns around to address the camera directly. “I said Hector Venegas is still figuring himself out after all those years. He confirmed that when he decided to start wearing a mask again just before facing me. I said no matter what he tries, I will wrestle him to the ground. And I did just that. Put him to sleep in the center of the ring, no bullshit needed.” Stryker smirks, satisfied with himself. “I hope that really shows the AWS management, and all of you watching, that Adam Stryker is all he says he is and more. That AWS made a statement by signing me and now I will make my statement when I win one of the titles from their rich championship gallery. Notice that I said WIN,” he barks, letting the word echo for a second. “If you stayed after my match at Ward and watched the main event, you know AWS is just giving out titles now. That you can become a champion even if you’re the first one eliminated. A shiny gold belt for being the first one to lose.” Stryker chuckles and shakes his head. “No offense to any of the former world champs in that match… But that’s not how I roll. I don’t take championships as consolation prizes. When I walk into Detroit for Survival of the Fittest, whether I’ll have to go through the eight other people currently advertised for the match, or anybody else that wants to throw their name in the hat, I intend to do what I’ve always done. And that is EARN the title,” he says as if he’s lecturing those on the roster he doesn’t quite respect. He folds his arms across his chest. “The reason why I have to be the favorite to win this match is simple. I even said it already but I’ll repeat it for the slower individuals watching this – It’s because Adam Stryker is a man of his word. When I say I will run the gauntlet in that match and drop every single fool that’s in my way, I mean it and I will do everything to fulfill it. The rest of the field are not like me. They are the same as most of the people I’ve had the displeasure of knowing over my two decades in the business. Hypocrites.” Stryker’s expression hardens as he stares down the camera. “Wild Willey tried to take our fight outside the ring, tried his outlaw shit on me, and when that didn’t work, he said I ‘moved out of his way’. No Willey, I promised you a beating the next time I see you, and that time is coming,” he nods. “Hector Venegas tried to disprove my words about him not knowing who he really is, and did it while wearing a mask and changing his persona once again. He tried to flex the AWS World Heavyweight title he won a long time ago, but still ended up looking at the lights,” Stryker insists. “TJ Alexander talked a big game, disrespected a veteran in Mike Dimter and kept insisting how there was no chance he would not walk out of Ward without the C4 Championship… And then he lost. He wasn’t as amazing as he claimed, was he? And even though he should be crawling back to the end of the line, he gets another title shot, this time for the Interstate title. Same with Ace Sky, who failed to claim the Fusion Championship and still gets another shot immediately in the Battle Rumble. Even if all he talked about was the fact he needs to get surgery.” Stryker lets out a big sigh. “I could go on and on… But you get my point.” He puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “As you may know, I’m a bit of a history buff and unlike many leaders of this world, I am aware we have to learn from history so we don’t repeat our mistakes. The situation I find myself in, surrounded by ambitious hypocrites, reminds me of the aftermath of Alexander the Great’s death. When he died, in 323 BC, he left no clear successor. The Diadochi, his generals, spent the next four decades fighting one another. Most died bloody deaths in unnecessary battles. Only a handful of them survived and managed to carve out a little piece of the kingdom for themselves… But nobody REALLY won. The empire that Alexander built was never whole again. Why? The crown was there for the taking. There was just nobody strong or smart enough to claim it immediately. Nobody with a good enough strategy, just a bunch of men throwing themselves into battle. Fighting for scraps I don’t settle for. That’s the part of the story I intend to learn from,” he says, tapping the side of his head. “The men I talked about earlier, and anybody who decides to join the Battle Rumble, can try to fight as hard as they want. No matter how bloody this battle gets, this time, there will be a strong, smart man waiting for his opportunity to make the empire his. Only this time, there is no crown to show who’s the new leader, but the AWS Interstate Championship. March 17th, at Survival of the Fittest… Adam Stryker will build his empire in AWS.” We fade to black.

🛑 BASIC INFORMATIONTeam Name: Battle Beasts Members: Member 1: DEADMARSH Member 2: Balístico Debut Date in AWS: 2026 Hometown/Location Billed From: Los Angeles, California Alignment: ☐ Face Manager/Valet (if any): 🧠 GIMMICK & CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONGimmick Summary (1-2 sentences): One is a powerhouse loudmouth with a heart of gold, the other is the masked calm "voice of reason" who gets unleashed in the ring. They're driven their love of the sport - they want to have the best matches week in, week out, win the tag titles wherever they go and never shy away from a fight. Detailed Persona/Backstory: Balístico left Mexico a few years ago to break into the US wrestling scene and learn from Adam Stryker at the Stryke Dojo. He befriended DEADMARSH there and their friendship quickly transferred into their in-ring chemistry, so they decided to break out as a tag team. Despite being trained by Stryker, they intend on carving their own path. 🎭 CHARACTER INFLUENCES / INSPIRATIONSComparable Real-World Acts: Brodido Unique Traits / Calling Cards: Unique mix of DEADMARSH's superhuman strength and Balístico's high flying acrobatics DEADMARSH will use Balístico as a weapon at times, throwing him at opponents 🎯 IN-RING STYLE & STRATEGYWrestling Style(s): Powerhouse (DEADMARSH) and High Flyer (Balístico) Team Chemistry & Tag Strategy: Often going for double teams, frequent tags, DEADMARSH overpowering the opposition and Balístico outpacing it. When going for the finish, Balístico will sometimes dive to the outside to neutralize the other member of the opposing tag team while DEADMARSH goes for the pin. Signature Team Moves: 1. Air Beasts – DEADMARSH lifts Balístico into a Military Press, then either drops him onto a laying opponent for a Splash, or throws him at a standing opponent for Crossbody 2. Cornered Prey I – DEADMARSH hits an Exploder Suplex into the corner, leaving the opponent upside down, then Balístico charges in with a Corner Senton 3. Cornered Prey II – DEADMARSH hits a Buckle Bomb, the opponent bounces off the turnbuckles straight into an Enzuigiri by Balístico 4. DEADMARSH’s Spinning Spinebuster followed by a Springboard Moonsault by Balístico Tag Team / Faction Finisher(s): 1. Giant Slayer – DEADMARSH hoists the opponent into an Electric Chair position. Balístico launches from the top turnbuckle with a Diving Tornado DDT, spiking the opponent off DEADMARSH’s shoulders into the mat. 2. Death Dealer – DEADMARSH does a Giant Swing, Balístico then connects with a Busaiku Knee to the swung opponent 🎤 PROMO STYLEMic Skills / Delivery Style: Balístico is the calm, stoic voice of reason. DEADMARSH is a loudmouth and more of a mouthpiece for the team. 🩸 SIGNATURE ENTRANCEEntrance Theme Song: "No Guts No Glory" by Adept Entrance Description: The fast paced riff of "No Guts No Glory" hits and the Battle Beasts burst onto the scene together. DEADMARSH takes a knee while Balístico stands behind him, then both raise their right fist in the air. Balístico takes two steps back, then somersaults over his kneeling friend and leads the way into the ring and both members clap hands with fans along the way. 💀 NOTABLE FEUDS / RIVALRIES (if applicable)- 🏆 ACCOMPLISHMENTS (AWS or elsewhere) 🔒 OPTIONAL EXTRASEntrance Visuals/Logos: (Optional file or description)

BASIC INFORMATIONWrestler Name: Balístico Ring Nickname(s): Real Name (optional): Armando Guillherme Garza Salas Pronouns: He/Him Age: 20 Height / Weight: 5`8" / 170 lbs Hometown (Billed From): Guadalajara, Mexico Alignment: ☐ Face PRESENTATION & AESTHETICEntrance Music: "No Guts No Glory" by Adept Entrance Description: The riff of "No Guts No Glory" hits and Balístico leaps onto the entrance ramp. He wastes no time going to the ring, just making sure to get in some high fives with the eager fans along the way. He jumps onto the apron, then slingshots himself into the center of the ring. Ring Attire: Luchador mask (black base with either red or gold ornaments), black trunks and wrestling boots. Out-of-Ring Appearance: Tailored suit and the same luchador mask. WRESTLING STYLE & PSYCHOLOGYPrimary Wrestling Style:☐ High-Flyer In-Ring Psychology:Strengths: 1. Blinding speed and acceleration 2. Unpredictable aerial combinations 3. Willingness to push physical limits Weaknesses: 1. Inexperience at the highest level 2. Vulnerable to grounded technical wrestlers 3. Risk-heavy style that invites damage SIGNATURE OFFENSESignature Moves: Ultima Hora - Ripcord Spanish Fly (see Rainham Maker) Balí Driver - Springboard Moonsault into an Inverted DDT Springboard 450 Splash Springboard Ace Crusher Finishers: Primary Finisher: Bala Con Tu Nombre - Busaiku Knee Kick Secondary Finisher: Air Strike - 630 Senton Set-Up Moves (if any): Common Match Spots or Tendencies: Will go for dives often (spot monkey-like) Always moving (Counters, corner work, aerial spots, submission sequences, etc.) MATCH STYLE PREFERENCES (IMPORTANT)Preferred Match Pace:☐ Fast-Paced Best Match Types:☐ Tag Team Selling Style:☐ Heavy Seller Crowd Interaction:☐ Feeds off crowd CHARACTER & STORY ELEMENTSGimmick / Character Description: A fearless daredevil fueled by loyalty and ambition. Motivation: Being a part of the best and most successful tag team. Personality Traits: Smart, calm outside the ring, risk taker in the ring.

BASIC INFORMATIONWrestler Name: DEADMARSH Ring Nickname(s): The Muscle Machine Real Name (optional): Jacob David Marsh Pronouns: He/Him Age: 23 Height / Weight: 6`2" / 270 lbs Hometown (Billed From): San Diego, California Alignment: ☐ Face PRESENTATION & AESTHETICEntrance Music: "No Guts No Glory" by Adept Entrance Description: As the riff to "No Guts No Glory" hits, DEADMARSH walks onto the entrance ramp. He takes a good look around the arena, flexes his muscles and unleashes a scream "Let's go!" as he walks down to the ring, high fiving the fans on his way. He rolls in under the bottom rope and immediately poses in the center of the ring. Ring Attire: Black-and-red trunks, wrestling boots. Out-of-Ring Appearance: Jeans or chinos, polo shirt or a hoodie, trucker cap WRESTLING STYLE & PSYCHOLOGYPrimary Wrestling Style:☐ Powerhouse In-Ring Psychology:Strengths: 1. Insane, highlight-reel level strength 2. Pro-athlete stamina for a heavyweight 3. Resilience and relentless “never say die” mindset Weaknesses: 1. Inexperience at the highest level 2. Hot-headed reactions under pressure 3. Stubbornness that can cost strategic advantage SIGNATURE OFFENSESignature Moves: Giant Swing Decapitator - Buckle Bomb followed by a Discus Lariat Spinning Spinebuster Finishers: Primary Finisher: Dead Weight - Deadlift Sitout Powerbomb Secondary / Desperation Finisher: Roadblock Driver - Pop Up Reverse Piledriver (used often "out of nowhere" as a counter to a running opponent) Set-Up Moves (if any): He goes for the Dead Weight right after the Spinebuster Common Match Spots or Tendencies: Will try to catch a flying opponent into a Bearhug Will show off his strenght with power moves in the match MATCH STYLE PREFERENCES (IMPORTANT)Preferred Match Pace:☐ Balanced Best Match Types:☐ Tag Team Selling Style:☐ Fights Through Pain Crowd Interaction:☐ Feeds off crowd CHARACTER & STORY ELEMENTSGimmick / Character Description: A loudmouth with muscles of steel and a surprisingly genuine heart. DEADMARSH talks trash. He flexes. He mocks hated heels. But beneath the bravado is a competitor who genuinely loves the fight. Motivation: Being a part of the best and most successful tag team. Personality Traits: Friendly if you're on his good side and can withstand the constant quips. Stubborn at times.

Stryker's ClassScene One - Parking lot of Naval Stadion, right after Stryker's match at Sunday Night Assault The camera rushes to the parking lot, following two security guards who are dragging Adam Stryker out of the arena. A third one is right behind them, with Stryker's gym bag in his hands. The guards let Stryker go and throw the bag at his feet, then leave him alone and return to the arena. Stryker is still breathing heavily, bruised after the brawl with Wild Willey. He looks over towards the arena, catching his breath a little bit before finally looking at the camera. An unexpected smile comes across his face. "Isn't life funny sometimes? My first match back... and it's a no contest. More of a brawl than a match. And after two decades in the business, I have to change in the goddamn parking lot," he looks down at his bag and wipes a bit of blood off of his face. "Funny," he repeats as he locks eyes with the camera lens. "Yeah, it's also funny how mine and Willey's words before this match ended up telling tonight's story. Remember what I said about AWS? No bullshit, just violence. He said those exact words too. That should have told all of us that a simple old singles match won't be enough to decide a winner between the two of us." "You know what's also funny?" he says and spits a bit more blood on the floor. "In another world, me and Wild Willey probably would have been friends. If you strip away all the cowboy bullshit, we're just two dudes who's preferred way of arguing our point is beating the absolute shit out of whoever is in front of us. I respect that. But before that ever happens, before we could ever share a cigar and a drink, we have a score to settle." Stryker's smile disappears. His look hardens. "Willey, no matter how hard you tried to slam this old head into every bit of the arena," he taps the side of his head. "You still haven't stopped me. You drew blood, fair play to you, but that genius brain that made me a champion everywhere I went is still thinking clearly. And it knows exactly what's gonna happen next." Stryker steps closer to the camera. "At Monday Night Ward, I make an example of Hector Venegas and get my first win in AWS. At Survival of the Fittest, when we meet in the Battle Rumble, I'll give you a little taste of what's coming your way, I'll beat your ass out of that ring and will win the Interstate Championship. And then... then it's just you and me, buddy. This time, there will be no rules. Nobody will keep us apart. The referee will only be necessary there to check your pulse after I beat you to a pulp. This time.." He grabs the camera with his both hands. "It's fucking Lafayette Street, Willey. And I ain't afraid of shooting a man when his back is turned." Stryker pushes the camera away. When the camera man gets back his balance, he sees The Last Standard has grabbed his back and is walking away. The scene cuts to static before we cut back to a few days later. Scene Two - Stryke Dojo, Monday The camera enters the Stryke Dojo, Adam Stryker's long tenured wrestling school in Los Angeles, as we open the second scene of the promotional video. It's early afternoon, a few rays of sun shine through the small windows high on the walls. From the distance, past the weightlifting machines, we see the ring in the middle of the main training area, where young wrestlers just finished their drills for the day. As the camera man slowly walks closer, we see them grab water bottles, breathing heavily, still wearing the effort of a demanding training session. A thunderous single clap brings them all to a halt and turns all their attention to the man who just put them through the drills. Adam Stryker, still in his training gear too, looks over them like a pack of obedient dogs. "Right kids," he says, his voice carrying through the dojo. "Good one today. But I want to take a minute before I let you go about your day." The young wrestlers sit in the ring, forming a semi-circle in front of their mentor, as the camera man steps as close to the ring as possible, sticking the lens through the ropes. Stryker doesn't acknowledge the camera and speaks directly at his students. "I realized my upcoming match at Asylum Wrestling Society can be a lesson for all of you. And not just in the usual way when you watch me wrestle. The story of the match, and my opponent, too." Stryker folds his arms across his chest. "Hector Venegas of the Children of the Damned. Forty six years old. Started wrestling a year after me in 2007. What does that tell you about him?" he asks. The students look at one another before one of them, one of the youngest and most eager, slowly raises his hand. Stryker nods at him. "He's... Well... He's old? I mean... He's been doing this for a, you know, a long time," the youngster says. Stryker raises his eyebrow and asks "So you could sum it up as, say, experienced?" "Yeah, uh, I guess that's the best word, yes," the student stutters. Stryker chuckles loudly. Some of the students are visibly a bit uncomfortable as they thought their friend answered correctly, but now sense the trap they walked into. "I thought so," Adam says, his tone leveling out. "That's one of the lessons I'd like to leave you with today. Don't mistake age for experience. Doing something for a long time and doing something well are not necessarily overlapping sets." He begins to pace slowly along the edge of the ring. "Here's what I know about Hector Venegas. Like many in that AWS locker room, he's a tough son of a bitch. Lived through hard times, raised by the streets. I respect that, I'll give him that. I know he turned to wrestling as an outlet for his rage. And that..." he pauses. "That's what makes him much closer to you all than he'll ever be to me." Stryker drops down and sits cross-legged with his students. "Hector Venegas, El Diablo, however he titles himself any given weekend, may be a 46 year old man with almost two decades of wrestling under his belt, but still figuring himself out. Like many of you," Stryker explains and lets that comparison sit for a few seconds. "But you," he gestures at the group, "chose the right path, and early. You chose order. Discipline. Hard work. You chose to listen to my guidance, and most importantly obey it." Stryker takes a few short seconds as the students nod in approval. He watches them with quiet satisfaction. "Hector Venegas has been living in chaos for two decades. Bouncing between promotions, tag partners, friends and allegiances, even versions of himself. At forty six, to me, he's still that scared kid trying to figure everything out, just wearing a grown man's body. And I know scared kids. I train them every day," he glances at the row of young up-and-comers in front of him. "Even the good ones, the talented ones, who are going to become serious wrestlers one day, still flinch when push comes to shove. When that noise in their head, the one that tells them to go one way and in a few seconds persuades them to go the other, just can't be silenced. And you all know from your personal experiences with me what I do when I face people like this." "No matter what they try, how much they run circles around me," he points at the canvas under him. "I always wrestle them to the ground." Stryker gets up in one smooth motion, folds his arms again and takes one more good look at the group of students. "Tune into Monday Night Ward when I wrestle Hector Venegas. Learn. Take notes. You'll see exactly what I'm talking about play out in real time." He holds their gaze for a few more seconds. "Class is over... for now." Stryker claps and the feed suddenly cuts to black.

When The Steak Is Tasty...We open inside Bill Greene Sports Complex in Los Angeles, California. A local independent organization is set to run their event here later today. The ring is already set up and so are the chairs all around it, but otherwise this place is still deserted. The camera slowly pans across the venue when a voice suddenly breaks the silence. “The roar of the crowd,” a man says. “That’s why we all do it. Right?” The camera pans further to the right and reveals the first man to arrive at the venue and break the silent ambiance. Adam Stryker, the veteran former world champion and trainer, is here to check the progress of his trainees, some of whom will make their professional debuts. He is sitting in the last row, clad in jeans and a black hoodie with the big white logo of his wrestling school, Stryke Dojo. The large cup of coffee in his right hand is telling you it’s still pretty early in the day, hours before the first wrestlers, let alone fans, start flooding in. “Or so I thought,” he continues as the camera moves closer to face him while he takes a big sip of his beverage. “Years ago, in the good old days of PWX and 2CW, I loved it. Feeding off of the energy of the crowd. Hearing them chant my name as I raised the title above my head. Feeling the motivation to put on a great match every single night to make sure they all got their money’s worth. Staying for hours after the main event was over to take pictures and sign autographs for every last one of the loyal fans.” Stryker nods as if he’s recalling the good old times, but quickly bursts into laughter and shakes his head. “What a load of bullshit, right?” he smirks before he takes another few sips of coffee. “My time away from active competition gave me a chance to step back and properly reflect on our business,” Adam says as he puts the drink away. “And one of the many things I realized is how wrong I used to be in this aspect. I used to do it all for them. They are the ones that pay our bills, guys used to say. Technically, I guess,” he shrugs. “But they are also the ones that will turn their back on you the second they feel you’re not doing it their way. One week they cheer for you, the next they move on to another flavor of the month. And how quick they are to judge,” he scoffs. “I just announced I was coming to AWS, took maybe two minutes to introduce myself, and a bunch of neckbeards online were already giving their opinions on what’s good and bad about my arrival. Before I even had a chance to step through the ropes,” he points at the ring “and do what I do best!” Stryker lets out a deep sigh and takes one final sip of the coffee to his right. He sets the cup down with purpose, like he’s done warming up. “This run, this comeback if you will, is not for them. This time, I'm finally gonna do things right, do them my way, do it all for me,” he slaps his chest. “People are going to criticize me for that but I don’t care. Yes, I do it to make money for my family, to put another championship on my wall, to show myself that I am still the best to ever lace up a pair of boots. I’m openly proclaiming that I am coming back to feed my ego, and trust me, that bitch is HUNGRY!” he shouts and lets his voice echo through the empty venue. Stryker gets up from his chair and starts walking towards the ring. The camera stays on him as he speaks, back in a calmer manner. “You know, out of all the options I had, I picked AWS because they do pro-wrestling the way it should be done. No bullshit, just violence. No kids flipping around the ring to draw a few cheers and admiring tweets, just big men fighting to their last breath. That sounded just about right to me,” he says as he approaches the squared circle. He grabs the middle rope and drags himself onto the apron in one swift motion. “And when I say just about,” Adam says as he dusts off his shoes on the apron, “I mean that if there are any exceptions to what I just said, I intend to beat them out of there.” Stryker steps into the ring and the camera follows him. He takes a good look around and tests the canvas under his boots, then proceeds to sit right in the center, facing the camera. “At Saturday Night Assault, I make my AWS debut against one of them. Wild Willey… You’re an enigma to me,” Adam smirks. “I watched your match, studied your moves. And I have to hand it to you, you’re one tough son of a bitch. You pinned the Parental Advisory champion right in the center of the ring, fair and square. In your debut no less, fair fucking play big man,” he claps slowly. “But the more I replay that match, the more I don’t get one thing. Why bother with all the cowboy circus?” Stryker shakes his head in disapproval. “See, when I talked about all the things I changed in my approach for this return to the ring, I didn’t mention one thing that always stayed the same. Adam Stryker never believed in roles, alignments, gimmicks, whatever you want to call them. What you see, 24/7, in the ring and out of it, is one hundred percent me.” “When the steak is tasty enough you don’t need to drown it in sauce, you know what I mean? The performances in the ring and the win-loss record is what speaks for the quality of a wrestler. If you’re good enough in those departments, there is no need to put on a cowboy hat and act like Jesse James was your best friend.” “But don’t worry. I’m here to talk some sense into you. And if talking won’t work…” He raises his right index finger and stabs it into the mat. “...Then I’ll have to drive your head through the ring, and keep on slammin’ it there until you come to your senses.” Stryker chuckles and gets up to his feet. “Until I get the chance to do that, don’t worry, I’ll just tell you everything in words you’ll understand, partner. In San Fernando, it’s me and you, revolvers at high noon. And I know you’re quick to draw, but trust me, nobody shoots from the hip faster than this cowboy from LA. And when Adam Stryker takes his shot…” He slides his thumb across his throat, giving the camera a deathstare. “... He shoots to kill.” The camera closes in on Stryker’s cold eyes before we fade to black.

Camera takes us to a backstage area to AWS’ newest signing Adam Stryker. Clad in jeans and a black henley, hands in his pockets, he’s resting on the locker room wall. Muffled sounds in the background reveal the newest episode of Tuesday Night Ward is currently taking place. Stryker stares down the camera for several seconds before finally speaking. ADAM STRYKER: I knew you wouldn’t believe it before you saw it with your own eyes. But it’s true. You’re not seeing a ghost. He chuckles dryly and folds his arms across his chest ADAM STRYKER: When AWS announced my arrival, people were surprised to say the very least. Why would Adam Stryker come out of retirement after all those years? He has a family, three kids, that’s already more responsibility than a regular modern man can handle. He has a successful company and still runs his pro-wrestling school. Why would he decide that now is the right time to lace up the boots again? Well, the students at my Stryke Dojo actually played a huge part in it. Seeing the new generation of wrestlers flying around the ring actually woke me up. It made me realize how tired I am. Stryker’s expression hardens as he locks the camera in a cold, merciless stare. ADAM STRYKER: Tired of everything wrestling has become in my absence. Tired of where the new generation took it. Tired of the business being obsessed with pleasing the marks who are constantly bitching about it on social media, even though they can barely afford the cheap seats at the shows. Or fit into them, for that matter! He scoffs. ADAM STRYKER: I don’t want to sound like a bitter old man, but hell, maybe I am: Wrestling just ain’t what it used to be, and what it SHOULD be! Adam takes a step towards the camera, his voice lowering. ADAM STRYKER: Training all these entitled young assholes showed me I can not only still hang with them, I am still better every last one of them. It reminded me that years ago, I set the standard, I set the bar and none of the people who came after were able to clear it. He points directly at the lens. ADAM STRYKER: Adam Stryker came back to show everyone what a real man, a real wrestler, and a real champion looks like. In 2026, I will take you back to the good ol’days. I will be a champion in Asylum Wrestling Society. And I don’t care how many of you punks I’ll have to put through the mat to do it. Stryker shoves the camera aside and storms off as the shot cuts back to ringside.

Hi guys, a little OOC introduction if you don't mind. My name is Dave, I'm from the Czech Republic. So English isn't my first language, though all my efedding experiences have been in English. After fedding for about six years I took a prolonged break and haven't even watched actual wrestling for quite some time. I came back to wrestling late last year and it reignited my old passion for fedding. I was deciding if I want to start with a brand new character or bring one of the old ones back, and decided to bring basically my main character Adam Stryker out of retirement for a bit of an "bitter veteran heel" run. If you were around the same feds as me some eight or ten years ago, you might also know some of my other characters like D.C. Wiland. Looking forward to having fun with you guys at Asylum!

BASIC INFORMATION Wrestler Name: Adam Stryker Ring Nickname(s): The Last Standard, The SoCal Switchblade Pronouns: He/Him Age: 40 (Born January 5th 1986) Height / Weight: 6'0 / 235 lbs Hometown (Billed From): Los Angeles, California Alignment: ☐ Heel PRESENTATION & AESTHETICEntrance Music: "Overlord" by Black Label Society Entrance Description: The arena goes black as the opening bassline of "Overlord" hits. Once the heavy guitars hit, the lights flicker as Adam Stryker walks out on the entrance ramp. The house lights get back on as Stryker marches down to the ring, focused, ignoring the fans along the way. He walks onto the apron, dusts off his boots and enters through the ropes, then immediately climbs the turnbuckle. As the chorus of his entrance hits, he gives the camera an intense stare. "I am your overlord, everything above and below! I am your overlord, the exodus of your will and all that you'll ever know!" Stryker slides his right thumb across his throat, then finally breaks the eye contact with the camera and drops back into the ring, where he takes off his jacket and hands it to the referee. Ring Attire: Black boots, kneepads, black and red custom singlet. Out-of-Ring Appearance: During the entrance, he wears a hooded leather jacket over his gear. Backstage, he'd wear jeans and a black or grey henley. He's a serious, no-nonsense man that will always tell you exactly what he thinks. He'll speak calmly if he respects you, but barks his words when he has a problem with you. WRESTLING STYLE & PSYCHOLOGYPrimary Wrestling Style:☐ Technical ☐ Brawler In-Ring Psychology:Strengths: Years of experience as a wrestler and head of a wrestling school means he knows the counters to your counters. "Ring IQ" if you will. Highly skilled technician and brawler. Weaknesses: As he was away from active competition for some time, faster and younger opponents will outpace him, he will try to slow them down. His surgically repaired right knee is a weak spot. SIGNATURE OFFENSESignature Moves: 1. Definition of Mayhem (Graveyard Smash) 2. Morituri Te Salutant (Reverse Thrown Death Valley Driver AKA Widowmaker) Finishers: Primary Finisher: The Last Day on Earth (Gory Special Head-Pull Piledriver) Secondary / Desperation Finisher: The Stryke (Gore/Spear) Set-Up Moves (if any): Can use Morituri Te Salutant as a direct set-up for The Stryke instead of going for the pin right away. Common Match Spots or Tendencies: Keeps the action grounded (no high risk dives, etc.) Any variation of a Lariat or a Suplex (especially German and Exploder) are his go-to moves When an opponent charges at him into the corner, he will look to move away and get behind the opponent, who will hit the buckles and stumble backwards into a German Suplex Looks to counter running opponents with a Pop-Up move (European Uppercut or Cutter) Instead of countering a diving opponent, he will look to walk away (Samoe Joe style) MATCH STYLE PREFERENCES (IMPORTANT)Preferred Match Pace:☐ Slow & Methodical Best Match Types:☐ Singles ☐ Tag Team Selling Style:☐ Story-Based Selling Crowd Interaction:☐ Ignores crowd ☐ Antagonizes crowd CHARACTER & STORY ELEMENTSGimmick / Character Description: A veteran former world champion coming back from retirement, sick of where the new generation took the sport he once loved, looking to reclaim former glory and "make wrestling what it used to be". Motivation: His personal legacy and hunger for championships, humbling young up-and-comers, and his agenda of how wrestling should be. Personality Traits: He'll work alongside you if you have/earn his respect. Otherwise, he wants to be the one to bark orders. Ongoing or Potential Storylines: Hunt for one more World title, teaching young wrestlers a lesson... Open to any story.