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*Match One* Xavier Pendragon versus Kaito Ishikawa

Match Two Jenny Kay versus White Rabbit Demon

*Match Three* Diamond Rose versus Hector Venegas

*Match Four* ~Tag Team Match~ Gold Medal Crew versus The Pariah

Match Five Bram Connan versus Cage Eames

*Main Event* Kevin Hunter versus Konrad Raab

*Tag Team Name* The House of Paine *Team Members* Jigsaw, DKM & Scotty Paine *Manager* Ki Morbid *Combined Weight* 435lbs *Alignment* Heel *Similar To* Los Guerreros *Theme Music* Asylum” by Disturbed *Entrance Description* *The arena dims as red and black pyros go off. Soon after, “Asylum” by Disturbed plays over the PA system. DKM makes his way out onto the stage, and stands at the top of the ramp. Jigsaw rushes out, and leaps over his partner. They both slowly walk down to the ring, and make their way into the squared circle* *Signature Moves* Distorted: Poetry In Motion Manic: Catapult, Diving Bulldog *Finishing Moves* Unhinged: Total Elimination Insanity: Super Kick, German Suplex

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*Faction Name* The Alliance *Faction Members* Bram Connan Ragnar Hrathgar *Manager* Tamaska *Combined Weight* 551 {Sanctum} *Alignment* Heel *Similar To* The Road Warriors *Theme Music* ”Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold *Entrance Description* TBA *Signature Moves* 1} Eat Defeat: Double Superkick 2} Road to Valhalla: Double STO *Finishing Moves* 1} Sanctimonium: Inverted Doomsday Device 2} Call of Odin: Flap Jack, into a Double Knee Face Buster

~Part One~ *”Drink, Drank, Drunk" by Hellyeah plays, as Byker Bytch walks out wearing her wrestling gears with a microphone in her hand, and a sinister smirk on her face. Behind her, is “The Ghost Rider” Darrick Kaine, as the two of them raise their fists and walk down the ramp. Byker walks with her head down, as she enters the ring. Darrick enters the ring behind her. Byker goes to the turnbuckle, stands on the middle rope, and does the double fist pose. She then stands in the center of the ring, with the microphone in her hand. The audience is a bit rowdy, and noise with their cheers for Byker. Darrick takes the microphone from Byker, as he stands in front of her* Darrick: SHUT UP!! I said, SHUT ...UP!! You people will listen to the greatest wrestler alive, The Byker Bytch ...and you will listen NOW!! *Byker takes the microphone back from Darrick, as she has a stare down with the crowd. It seems that they have quieted down, so she can speak* CC: You know, Kay ...I was thinking about what you said. I truly did, I was sitting and listening to you word for word. Now, I have to admit …some points you touched upon ...did indeed make some sense. I know, that I have so much potential. I am probably going to ...NO!! I KNOW!! …that I am going to be the fastest rising star in WXW history. It is just a matter of time, but I am not blind. It didn't take me long to see, who are the top wrestlers here in this promotion. My goal is to be the greatest wrestler this company has ever seen, and I know that defeating you this week on Havok …will extremely help me in doing that. I know, that you are pretty much at the bottom of the ladder ...and that it is my job to knock you off completely. I mean, I look around at the rejects in the back and they are not even close to the level …that you think you’re at, and for crying out loud. I may soon surpass them. I mean, these rejects like Scotty Paine and Bram Connan …who I defeated without breaking a sweat …in the court of law!! So now, I face someone who has little value here in XWX, someone who if I can defeat …I can use as something, to skyrocket my career to the top. Kay, you think that I am overconfident, and too cocky. I act like, I am the best because …I know, that I am the best. At Havok you will see …you will see, what I am really capable of doing!! *Byker paces back, and forth with the microphone in her hand. Darrick stand behind her, looking around at the sea of wrestling fans* CC: You, think that I am a Sergeant Slaughter wanna-be? Why, because I dislike the Whining Americans of today? For the sake of the argument, I dislike all Whining Americans …because they are pigs, they are stupid and they have no common sense what so ever! Now I am not going to lie, I was a Sergeant Slaughter fan growing up …because of his great wrestling, not because of his dislikes of Whining Americans, so let’s just get that straight. Now at Havok, I said that you want me to prove to everyone, I’m the better wrestler ...and you know, that is what I am going to do. I know that, I seem like I been in the wrestling business for a while but believe it or not …I have haven’t been in this business for even ten years, yet. I just have the swagger of a wrestling veteran, even though I am still fresh meat. It seems, that you have a problem with the way I carry myself. You really take issue with me calling myself, the future of the Wrestling World? You call yourself, a Legend and well you are entitled to your own opinions …but you will see at Havok, that you are in no way, shape, or form better than me. At Havok, we will have the best match …without a shadow of a doubt! But who wants it more, who will come out the winners. I believe deep down, that you do not want this more than I do. You do not seem motivated enough, to defeat a future Legend like Me. You say, that you took WXW to a high level and well …I guess, it’s my job to take it to the next level. I can be the face of this promotion, this tiny company will be based on great wrestling ...from great wrestlers like The Reapers!! *Byker’s face expression stayed the same since the beginning of the promo, as she stands dead center in the ring. She looks around at the audience with a devious look on her face, as the audience remains quite* CC: Your insults fall on deaf ears, Kay. You say that, you were my idol? Now, you really are proving to me ...that intelligence, isn't a skill of yours. First off, listen I had no idea who you were before I entered AWS. Me, ever looking up to you? Now that's a bigger myth, than girls stripping ...because they must pay their tuition. I never, EVER seen you as a Legend and nor will I ever. Now with the same mouth? You praised me, you also disrespected me, and I will not have that …YOU HEAR ME!! If I must prove myself, then well ...that is something I have to do. I must prove you and these fans wrong, by defeating you. These fans, don't believe that I can defeat you and well it will bring joy to my life by defeating you …because I know for sure, that I have greatness ahead of me. Ahead of me is Championships, and my name in the flashing lights …where it belongs. You also think that this promotion is the greatest in the world? Now that, proves your ignorance of the Wrestling World. You don't know what's going on in your own head, if you think that this place is so great …than again, I say that you are entitled to your opinion ...even though it is a very dumb one. WXW will soon go through a new era, and well it will be The Era of The Reapers! In this business, I look after myself and The Reapers …so that pretty much brings me to my next issue, that you brought up. *Byker pauses for a moment, she smirks for a moment* CC: You say that, I could be in your little team …The Job Squad. Now you probably expect me to yell out a huge HELL NO!! But that won't be happening, right now. You see, I take every offer seriously. Now, I would have to say that joining you ladies could really benefit you …maturing into a global star. You, right now sit on top of …well, nothing. And well to follow in my footsteps, would be wise but I decided not to accept your offer. I want to prove to myself to the Wrestling World my own way, on my own terms. *Byker walks up to the ring ropes and leans over them* CC: So, Kay …may the best Bytch win on Havok. That is all that I can say, you said that you want the best from me and well …without a shadow of a doubt, that is what you are going to get. You are going to get The Byker Bytch at her best. Now, all I ask is that you return the favor! You bring the best to the ring and win, lose or draw …we put on the best match we possibly can. Even though these fans don't deserve it. Aristotle once said, "Character may almost be called the most effective means of persuasion." So Kay, what is your character? Besides, a winning, sniffling, cry-baby …crappy promotion owning, lil’ bitch?? *Camera fades, as Byker stands in the center of the ring and the fans give a mix reaction* ~:~Part Two~:~ *Byker Bytch is sitting down, wearing a Reapers T-shirt with Black Jeans. She sits alone in a dark room, all by herself. A change of pace, as she is usually crowded around by The Reapers or others. Now she has time to think about what has gone down. She has a relaxed look on her face. She sits there, with her hand folded as she goes to speak. Before she goes to speak, she stops herself from speaking. As if she changed her mind on what she was going to say. She scratches her chin and then glares deeply into the camera, as the darkness is behind her. Byker looks around before re-focusing her attention on to the camera in front of her* CC: First off, I want to make one thing perfectly clear ....I did not lose fairly my last time in a ring, the fans did. I was not covered, I did not submit. If I recall, I was seconds away from winning …until this no name ass-whip decides to interfere, and smash a brick against my skull. I believe her name was Jenny? Yeah, that was the name of the gal, who did that to me. You slammed a brick against my skull, you are the reason why I lost in the first place. So, this names ….you have to realize that your match with me? Will not be a clean one. You have no right in calling yourself a winner, as One …No one can interfere, and Two …You can't even pin me. So, you in my eyes. Go on and on Kay, about how you think you can beat me and how you’re going to kick my ass. But it’s funny, how you fail to talk about “The Fallen One” …why is that? Beyond the fact, that you are a moron! Maybe it is because, you know that you couldn't beat me without help. What I am saying, you can't beat me. So as far as I see it, it is me: One …and Job Squad: Zero! I made you cry, and I took you out with the Full Throttle, and made you cry like a lil’ girl. My shoulders have yet to be pinned to the mat, and you know seeing how low budget the talent is in WXW …maybe they never will. Kay, all you did was defeat the myth and well good for you …but you are not better than me, but this dispute will have to take place another time ...as it seems that management has wised up. *Byker starts to nod her head, she coughs to clear her throat as she resumes speaking* CC: Management has wised up, and seen what I can do in this promotion …they have rewarded me with another easy match. I believe with yet, more no bodies …I will face off for a Certain Match, at a Much Later Date. Now the Champion, Zoey. This chick has proven to be a real Fighting Champion. I guess, I have to say that … *Byker smirks for a bit, as she resumes speaking* CC: This will be the easiest match of my career, that reject doesn't stand a chance against an elite member of The Reapers. If she truly believe so, than this chic is on crack and she hasn't been paying close attention to the Wrestling World as of late …as we’ve been storming through the ranks like a wrestling machine. I defeated a Wrestling Legend in my first match, and in my second match …I defeated the Savior of AHW. Now, I have to say that is damn impressive. I guess, what I am trying to say...is how can you escape the fate of being my next victim? I will answer that for you, you can't escape! You are not stronger, or faster or even smarter enough to keep up with me. This is me, being truly honest with you! At Havok, you will fall to your knees, and as you take you final looks around …I will leave you motionless, after the Seized Motor. The move that left most women down for the damn count!! *Byker gets more intense, as she goes on speaking. You can see the expression of excitement on the face of The Byker Bytch* CC: I look to bring honor to the Women’s Division, I plan to make sense of the Goddess Title. I have to win that title, WXW needs me as a Champion! They need a Champion, who can carry the Title with honor and dignity …not like this phony Champion, that I will face soon enough. I don't think, she has ever seen a challenger like me. I don't think she ever imagined ...that she would face a wrestler of this caliber. So Kay, how are you going to prepare to face a future Legend like myself? You are just a small milestone for me to accomplish, winning the Goddess Championship is just the start of my revolution. You, you’re just stand in my way. You stand in the way of my rise to the top, and well I guess ...I must remove you from my way, by ending your careers if necessary!! *Byker folds her arms as she sits, tilting her head back as she tries to relax herself. She than takes a piece of gum from her pocket, puts it in her mouth, and starts to chew it. She finally re-focus on the camera* CC: I can see it now, me the NEW - Goddess Champion! I really, really like the sound of that and soon it will be reality. I can't wait, ‘til Saturday comes around and I do what I do best ...and that is win. My legacy starts here, the sky’s the limit. I look to soar beyond the rest of the promotion, and doing this shouldn't be such a hard task. I was already Main Eventing in my third match ever!! Who can say that, they done that? Huh, nobody that’s who. Kay, I need you to do me a favor …where you are, whatever you are doing just stop. Turn around, find a mirror, and look into it. Then ask yourself, if you REALLY think …that you have the talent to walk into the ring on Havok, and defeat The Byker Bytch?!? Can you REALLY Beat Me?!? *Byker gets up out of her chair, as she eyes show the rage of fire in them. She looks at the camera, as she smirks again* CC: We will finally have more gold, I will finally have another Title belt around my Damn Waist! That right, now is the only thing that is on my mind. Can it be any easier to do so, to add gold to Our Extensive Collection? This will be a walk in the park, everyone knows that these gals doesn't stand a chance. And at Havok, they will know it too. Kay, if you don't believe me, ask The Dark Army and “Legendary” Undead Army. Ask them how it felt, getting nailed with the Highway To Hell or the Road Rash. You know, don't bother asking, as you will find out soon enough. Until then Job Squad ...just count the seconds, until you face us and for now …that is all I have to say, to you weak lil’ sissy! If this is where the big girls play, you might as well go back to training school!! *The camera starts to fade out, as Aloni gets up and leaves the scene*

{The door of the famous Asylum Wrestling Society headquarters opened as two unknown people walk in, in slow motion. Some faces in the crowd glanced and others gazed with awe, wondering with their eyes wide open who they are. First to enter was Darrick Kaine, he took off his shades and boy, he was so rugged, wearing a black jacket with a T-Shirt in, and matching jeans. A lot of people recognized him for he was known as an accomplished competitor in many Wrestling Companies across the globe. And his appearance attested to that reputation, he carried himself with charm. He just loves the attention. And behind him, holding his hand tightly was Byker Bytch, the love of his life, the light that shines in the night. To match Darrick, she was so beautiful, so mellow but you just know from the look in her eyes that she is fierce. She wears a pink tank top, and black skinny jeans. Unlike her love, she never bothered or cared about the dozen people looking at them for she was more focused on him. She always looked at Darrick and whenever she does, she smiles. Byker’s eyes wandered about, unfamiliar with the place and the people. Though she has been proven to be a very efficient and smart competitor, she has only been in one and only one famous wrestling company. She starts to speak in a soft tone} CC: Well this is interesting …and awesome, and very crowded. Please hold my hand. Darrick: Haven’t you noticed, we’ve been holding hands the entire time? Seems like it’s a natural thing for you, CC. There’s no need to be nervous. CC: I’m not nervous. Who’s nervous? I never get nervous. I’m strong as raging storm, fierce as an angry tiger, and more forceful than the waves of the sea. I never get scared or nervous, and I am 100% FEARLESS!! Unknown Person: … Excuse me, miss? {Byker screams, and quickly leaps on Darrick with her arms around his neck and legs around his waist} Darrick: … Relax, CC. I know you’re a little shy, but it’s an interviewer. I’m sure, you’ll manage. Now, if you could please stop gouging your fingernails into my neck, that’d be great ... {Byker slowly lets go, and stands right back up. She fixes herself, and acts as if nothing happened} CC: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is this prick, anyways?? Spanky: Well, my name is “Spanky” Evens …pleased to meet you too. I hear you are two of our newest competitors here in AWS. So please, I’m dying to know …why have you come here, and what do you look forward to accomplishing in AWS Darrick: I've been everything there is to be, beaten everyone there is to beat, and conquered every obstacle set out before me. When you're fortunate enough to reach the point in your career that I've reached, you start wondering what's left. When I was contacted and told of the opportunity to further my storied resume in a company …I haven't been in before, I saw the chance as clear as anyone else did; and just like that, I took it. When you can see success looming on the horizon and you don't capitalize on that potential, you neglect your responsibilities to yourself as a man. You neglect your honor, and you prosecute your pride. I'm not going to sell myself short and call it quits, when I know I've got more left to offer not only to this business, but to myself. This isn't one of those awkward situations where a veteran comes in, lives off name value, and ends up tarnishing his legacy in the process. This is a reclamation of the domain that has belonged to me for years; a statement that will be heard echoing through the ears of this entire roster. I didn't come here to be a mentor to some ungrateful garden variety schmuck who lacks the talent and willingness to work that I do. I came here to win and be the best. It's unfortunate that the likes of Ace Sky don't share in that sentiment. It's unfortunate that I must deal with a novice like him in my debut, spouting off verbal diarrhea that only a caveman could understand. I'm better than this. I'm far better than him. My career speaks for itself. The only thing he has that I don't is a big, bloated red button on his unsightly forehead enticing me to punch it in over and over and over again until this man is unconscious in a hospital bed, while the charges his small-time family press against me live on as the last remnant of his relevant existence in the world of wrestling. Blindly making accusations without first and foremost doing your research is a good way to turn yourself into a punchline, but a horrible way to start off what you're hoping is a promising career. It's nice to know you've been watching softcore porn with lookalikes whose beauty pales in comparison to the real thing, but really, stick to what you're good at and don't quit your day job -- I hear Target has a job opening. Your talents, or lack thereof, are much more suited to that line of work than something like wrestling which requires a rigorous training regimen and a dedication to excellence which your focus on toilet humor proves you clearly lack. Rest assured, you don't have to worry about CC taking you down for the count -- I'll do the deed myself just so you can see what it's like being manhandled by someone better, smarter, and yes, bigger than you. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about flapping your gums and opening your fat-lipped mouth before you talk about a guy who throws three punches for everyone, young Ace. {Darrick pauses for a moment, as he looks back at Byker and then continues on} Darrick: If push comes to shove and CC is in any sort of danger, guess what? I'm right there, and what can you do to stop me? Absolutely nothing. You don't possess the intelligence I do, the in-ring awareness that I have, and I can sure as Hades dig much deeper into my bag of tricks than you can in yours. I'm not relying on a miracle to win me a match, I expect to win from the get-go. You're not even competition for CC and I. I'm confident in saying that, because I know you can beat us. Hades, put CC your backwater simpleton in a singles match …and the result will be the same! She would win on her own the same way we're going to win as a team. You think, I would align myself with a person who was incompetent? You look at CC, and you see a female who is weaker and smaller than you. I look at her and I see someone who has all the necessary resources at her disposal to win a match and pave the way for championship gold, alongside yours truly. I see an able-bodied woman, and that's something you, in your narrow-mindedness, simply cannot fathom. You don't understand it, so your first instinct is to criticize someone who's been around far longer than you …when you don't know the first thing about being successful. But in truth, it isn't the knowledge, the power, or the size that's going to be the most distinguishable ability in this match. It's the talent. It's the skill. If you were anywhere near as good as you boast yourself to be, you'd walk into the show and prove your worth in front of everyone. Instead, you're left jawing at me talking about the woman I choose to align myself with, talking about your softcore porn experiences, fluffing your tedious speech up with irrelevant websites that aren't going to help you win against me, and finally, questioning the loyalty of my partner! It seems like you've exhausted every cliche in the book. Shyte, after CC and I are finished making a mockery of you, the next thing I'll be expecting from you …is "both teams played hard" as the final icing on the cake for your cliche babbling. In the end, it's not the charisma or the size or the strength that's going to decide this match …it's the talent. It's the fact that when you remove all the window dressing and look at all of these competitors strictly on their own merits, I exceed every single one of them. In the end, young Ace, it couldn't matter less that I'm more attractive than you are, more charismatic than you, a better in-ring technician and psychologist than you are, or anything in between. Indeed, the only thing that matters …is that I'm better than you. All you are is a sacrificial pawn in a game of chess where I am your King; and that's a reality you'll have the misfortune of finding out for yourself in due time. Spanky: Very well-said and thorough. I, along with the fans of AWS are very excited to see what you have in store. What about you, CC? What is the reason behind joining AWS? CC: … because all The Reapers joined it. Spanky: Really? That’s it? Darrick gave us all that elaborate explanation, and you barely put a sentence together? CC: Well yeah, I’d like to be by his side all the time because it’s the only way I’m ever inspired to do things. Call me obsessed, but that's just how it is. I admire him so much, and I'd be willing to hurt and be hurt for his sake, or in the case of my next match, NOT be hurt at all. Ask me why I teamed with Darrick, and all I'll say is it's because he's the very definition of perfection, he's the only person I seek approval of and absolutely nothing else matters. Spanky: What do you have to say about Ace Sky’s words about you posing for playboy, and doing pornography? Do you have anything to say about this match at Ward? CC: What are you talking about? And who the f*ck is Ace Sky anyway? Is he your brother? And do I seem like the type of person, who would enjoy doing commercials and posing for playboy? I love my body, and I love the way I look, but it doesn't mean …I am willing to parade it for desperate nerds, who have nothing better to do on their free time but f*ck their damn socks. And if mommy's not home checking on them. You're taking the word of the seemingly retarded Ace Sky seriously. You do see how little sense this makes, right? He's probably mad, jealous at the famous studs he comes across who are smart, attractive and have potential that he will never have. He says things to ruin names and reputations because he has none of those. He has nothing to do but rat on those he sees as a threat because he doesn't seem to be that big of a deal in comparison. He makes his pathetic existence shown on TV out of pity, lost his match and now he thinks he knows everything. So, do you really think he has that much credibility? Do you think one would look at him and say "he is a believable man" or "he is a great man”? To put it simply, I've never done those things, flattered as I am now, I'm not that popular, and I'm not willing to take my clothes off if it’s not in front of Darrick, but yeah that's ...hardly the issue here. I think he watches too much porn and reads too much playboy he thinks every damn woman he sees; he's already seen. I came here to AWS out of desire to be with Darrick in all days of my life, and of course, out of ambition. My ambition is to hold Championships, have victories over these little shytes that you call fighters, I guess that’s just the thing, most of them can wield a sword or throw a punch, but none of them are strategic or even slightly talented, and that's where I come in. That's how I take advantage. That's how people like Ace are weak as he focuses on irrelevant things rather than focusing on the match, ultimately letting his guard down paying attention less to what matters. It makes him nothing but an open target for Darrick and me to freely hit. But I? I want to win it all, to impress the world, to surprise everyone on what I am capable of in that ring, and most of all to make my boys happy. For them, I'll do anything it takes to become Champion. If it means breaking the gender barrier and fighting off slimy men, then so be it, I'll be happy to make history. I'll be happy to be known that way. Spanky: I like your spirit! Hopefully, you can back it up on Ward. Darrick: We should really be getting on our way. Come now, CC. CC: Yes, Darrick. Let’s go!! {Darrick walks off holding CC’s hand, on their way to officially sign their contracts. Not an hour later, the AWS website declared that two new competitors have joined the roster -- The Team of Darrick Kaine and Byker Bytch, better known as The Reapers, MC}

*Suddenly, the arena is plunged into total darkness and the crowd looks on intently with anticipation. At this point, an ominous "Black Rose" symbol appears across the Asylum Tron, and accompanied by it is the loud, roaring sound of guitar riffs beginning to kick in across the building's sound system. Mere seconds later, the Asylum Tron screen abruptly shifts to pure static and the tension builds as after a flurry of drums kick in, the following words begin to echo throughout the building* ” I feel helpless, waiting Could this all be the end? It's coming down all at once Am I losing you? No way out” … *At these very words, BOOM! An overwhelming explosion rocks the arena to its core and in turn, the entire crowd is on its feet with fists raised and deafening screams of approval, as the hell-raising chorus of "Into The Darkness" by Kittie cuts onto the PA in full force! At this, the curtain flips back and without any further ado, the sadistically smirking figure of Marria Santtini herself steps out and onto the top of the stage! Thereafter, Marria struts fiercely on down the ramp to a chorus of boos from this entire capacity crowd of AWS fans joining us here tonight. Moments later she finally reaches the ring area whereupon climbing inside, the self-proclaimed "Black Rose" sets off to do her signature salute taunt from each and every corner of the ring, defiantly raising both her fists and a set of familiar middle fingers to the crowd. Once concluding with these routine taunts of hers, she ventures over to the back corner of the ring, and at receiving a mic from the ring announcer below she goes to stand squarely in the middle of the ring, perfectly over the AWS logo imprinted there on the canvas. The self-proclaimed "Black Rose" continues awaiting all the crowd noise over her appearance to subside, and as it does, she steps forward somewhat further toward the nearest set of ropes. A brief instant later, with one arm resting comfortably on the ring ropes Marria fully raises the microphone with the other then clears her throat in preparation to once again address the entire AWS wrestling world, an address in the most major of ways* Marria: *AHEM* And so it begins ...the final stretch, the final few days' worth of hype and buildup heading into the WXW’s next Flashpoint and hey …by all means, I think it's simple enough to understand now as to why …the woman you're all looking at right now, is on her way there!! *Marria glances up to sadistically smirk at the entire crowd and in response, she's greeted with yet another round of decidedly negative boos* Marria: Hahaha, well first off …I'll continue to be the bigger woman here and turn the other cheek to ignore those boos, to push aside my noticing of your other nonsense …in general, being displayed folks. You see, I'll be doing so …since I know all you rotten, good-for-nothing @$$holes are victims of two blatantly unfortunate things as of late. In fact, they're the same two things apparently plaguing my opponent for this Sunday if I'm not mistaken. That'd be flat-out jealousy of The Black Rose, and foremost just plain ignorance all things considered … *Marria again briefly stops short to shake her head in obvious disgust at those surrounding her here tonight* Marria: Yeah, every last one of you in the building tonight heard me correctly. I said, you're all victims of your own f*cking STUPIDITY these days, as is the bytch known as …Vera Eames, to be frank about it! And what makes things even worse, is that this reckneck-hillbilly continues to spread the vile disease known as stupidity, she goes right on verbally filling the AWS world full of crap …when, what she needs to be doing is preparing not mentally or verbally, but physically for what's to come for her on Sunday at the Flashpoint. However, even during what otherwise was a dreadful backstage speech to have to sit through, I managed to overhear at least a few select things from Ms. Eames that I'd like to address in more detail at this time if I may. So, if you aren’t already doing so Vera, then listen up and listen very closely …since unlike you, and so many others sadly employed for this company. I won't repeat what I'm about to say for a billion times, in order to get my basic enough point made for a single time!! *Just then Marria motions for the nearest cameraman to get completely in the ring, and after this request is fulfilled. “The Black Rose" gets right up into the lens of the camera for the full effect of what's she about to say it would seem* Marria: Now Vera, I don't know where in Giah's name you get off thinking you're every bit as big and bad as you repeatedly make yourself out to be lately. Not a bit, in reality, Vera …all you're coming across as to me is a bitter, spiteful old bytch …who's taken one too many chair shots to the ole' cranium and doesn't know when to quit running the proverbial "yapper" while still the least bit ahead in any way. Really Vera, I thought last month's hideously one-sided match would have been sufficient evidence as to why I'm STILL smarter, STILL stronger …and STILL more capable all around for an AWS competitor, than you'll ever be. But alas, instead all it seems to have proven …is that you know how to run your mouth like a pompous jackass. When in the safety of your little backstage locker room from yours truly, just not when you have to face me head-on inside THIS ring like a mature adult … *Marria pauses, to let her words sink in. She smirks, as she looks dead into the camera, before speaking again* Marria: I mean, come on Vera …you might be able to fool the idiots here tonight, into buying into your mindless drivel about me, but on the day you fool me into doing so, is the same day your future home come Sunday freezes over. Hades, that is if you're still competent enough to be following my "drift" at this point. Honestly Vera, you can say whatever you'd like about how you think my past few years in wrestling have been a "failure" or a "fraud" or whatever else may pop into your thick skull in the heat of the moment, but in truth …in Reality Vera, you know that even after you pulled out that disgraceful victory over myself, I WILL go on regardless to achieve many more things that have should on to my collective legacy over the years. Vera, you say I only use the name "Rosa" for gimmick purposes …but as far as I'm concerned, it's YOU that’s a glorified stuntwoman...who may be using them for such purposes, when it comes right down to it. Particularly Vera we differ, because while I go on to achieve my greatest dream and finally got a decent contract offer …you choked up the Tag Titles to that chump *Bleep* less than a month after you won them, and from there after …you lost THOSE titles back to the team I did so much for …in the first place. You went straight back downhill, you returned to your natural habitat of the lowly life. Until eventually you managed to pull the same bullshyte over in the “other company” as you did to me the first time around by using dirty tactics learned from that putrid hardcore division to get your grubby little paws back on top-notch gold …didn’t work, did it?? *Marria pauses again, as she keeps her eyes locked on the camera* Marria: And now, now after making such a pitiful joke of yourself over the years …you expect to be taken seriously by me, you expect your words and accusations about ME to actually intimidate me the slightest bit after all you've done YOURSELF to show you're nothing but a crazed daredevil from the worthless, despicable Combat ranks of AWS? Vera, day by day now you're doing nothing but making me sicker and sicker to my stomach over the hypocritical bullshyte you're hellbent on spewing out. You're making me so sick in fact, that come this Sunday …I've decided it's in the best interest of professional wrestling to exterminate what's left of your dignity forevermore, and no matter what the cost of that is …I'm certainly willing to pay it. You see Vera, the reason I challenged you last week to the clean, strictly one on one affair for Sunday is that I felt ….dare I say it, a slight bit of sympathy for you after how badly you'd already been embarrassed and disfigured at my hands as it is on the 13th of July. But Hades, even after I try to show some f*cking remorse to you by giving you the easier challenge for the broken-down body you carry around …you do nothing, but toss it straight back in my face. Pfft, you think you're impressing these fans, and you with your over-sized ego seem pleased to be "showing off" with this latest “No Disqualification” stipulation that's been put on the table. Yet, in something called REALITY all you're doing is digging an even deeper grave to be buried in soon enough …when I get my hands back on that scrawny little neck of yours, a neck I'll soon have a firm grip on with nothing less in mind than strangling it non-stop until you cease to breathe any longer, until those gums of yours are no longer able to flap the way they have thus far … *Just then a maniacal grin crosses the face of Marria in the midst of what she's saying, and her expression shift from that of a serious nature to one of sadistic satisfaction towards what she's saying here tonight* Marria: But nonetheless, I said that no matter the cost I'm willing to sacrifice it all in order to rid this business of you for good. So that's exactly the motto I intend to stick to all the way, when it comes to taking it to the "Xtreme" as you've so brashly chosen to call me out on. Vera these fans all around me may not cheer me much anymore for my actions, but you can bet your @$$ they'll be cheering even if only for a moment …when they hear the two words coming out of my mouth in regards to making our match for Sunday be under “No DQ” rules ...and those would be, “Any Time”!! *And sure enough, the entire audience temporarily goes nuts for Marria's acceptance of the likely final stipulation to be added on to an already epic clash between her and Vera Eames for this Sunday on the next Flashpoint* Marria: Just remember though, that after I show you up and make a fool of your @$$, after I've obliterated you in your own more Xtreme environment …that it was not me but YOU who brought this on yourself. I was always the one here who wanted to do things the more professional way by settling our differences in the squared circle, but you were the one who's chosen to kick things up a notch by bringing this "anything goes" set of conditions into the overall equation for Sunday. So, in closing for the time being …I leave you with this parting message, that even if nothing else will hopefully sink into your head to a certain degree ...Vera, the truth that I always have been and always will be the better woman among us. No matter what, the circumstances are. It's out there, and Sunday at WXW's latest celebration of its new show …there indeed, won't be much to celebrate …once I've introduced you to the truth up close, and personal for the final time. Furthermore, after I've extinguished what's left of your tragically useless career …even if it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure you learn firsthand JUST how much that same truth, can hurt for an overconfident ass-wipe like you who's in over their head. *Thereafter Marria tosses aside the mic, as "Into The Darkness" by Kittie starts back up on the PA. She rolls out of the ring with a determined, fiercely focused, and intense look like never before smeared directly across her face. As Marria finishes exiting up the ramp and finally disappears through the curtain, we experience a fade to black*

*Wrestling Name* "The Crow" Scotty Paine *Real Name* Scott Anthony Cross *Weight* 245lbs *Height* 6,1" *Hometown* The Asylum: via White Hills, New Jersey *Theme Song* "Feel The Pain" by Slayer *Picture Base* Raven *Finishers* 1} Feel The Paine: Evenflow DDT 2} Paineful Experience: Drop Toe Hold Onto a Steel Chair {Hardcore Matches Only} *Signature Moves* 1} Thorazine Shuffle: Three or four jabs followed by a discus clothesline. 2} The Strait Jacket: Russian legsweep, usually into a guardrail or a wall. 3} Prozac Drop: Fist drop, usually to the opponent's groin. *20 Basic Moves* 1} Jumping Bulldog 2} Crossface Chickenwing 3} Sleeper Hold 4} Slingshot Crossbody 5} Sidewalk Slam 6} Dragon Sleeper 7} Vertical Suplex 8} Scoop Slam 9} Standing Drop Kick 10} Axe Handle Smash 11} Body Slam 12} Gut Wrench Suplex 13} Sit-Out Power Bomb 14} Front Drop Kick 15} Hiccup Super Kick 16} Running Clothesline 17} Flying Lariat 18} Eye Rake 19} Finger Stomp 20} Elbow Smash *Alignment* Heel *Favorite Weapon* Barbed Wire Wrapped Mop {AKA: Moppy} *Favorite Quote* "I Dare You, Came Feel The Paine" or "Welcome To The Asylum" *Bio* While Scotty has wrestled all over the world, collecting Championship Titles. He’s also had an equal amount of time being locked up in Insane Asylums and Psychiatric Clinics. Some of his Minor diagnoses are Anti-Social and Anti-Authorial Complexes, Major Depression, Both Social and General Anxiety, and Mood Swing Disorder. His Major diagnoses are Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Bi-Polar, Dilutions of Granger, and Schizophrenia. *Entrance* *”Here Comes The Pain” by Slayer blasts out of the PA System, as Scotty pushes a shopping cart full of hardcore goodies out onto the stage. He pauses at the top of the ramp, and strikes a cross-like pose before continuing down the long steel ramp. He shoves his cart up alongside the ring apron, and then climbs into the squared circle. Scotty takes a seat in the corner, with his back resting against the bottom turnbuckle. He whips his nose with a heavily taped fist, as a wicked snicker escapes his lips* *Achievements/Titles/Awards* Former EHWF U.S. Champion Former 28x EHWF Beer Drinking Champion Former 2x EHWF Extreme Champion Former ECWF World Heavyweight Champion Former 5x uXw Hardcore Champion Former 4x AHW World Heavyweight Champion Former uXw World Heavyweight Champion Former NEW Overseas Champion Former AHW Hardcore Champion Former AHW Traditional Champion Former AHW U.S. Hardcore Champion Former ACW World Heavyweight Champion {Merged w/Intercontinental Championship} Former ACW Undisputed Champion {Only} Former TNA X-Division Champion Former TNA Ultra-Violent Champion Former 2x TNA Tag-Team Champion {Jake Orton & Eric Draven} Former 2x TNA World Heavyweight Champion Former XCW Undisputed Champion {Retired} Former TNA Legend’s Champion Last UXWA World Heavyweight Champion Former BCW World Heavyweight Champion Former WWH Xtreme Underground Champion Former AWS Parental Advisory Champion Current EWE Parental Advisory Champion Former 2x ECWF Horror-Core Champion Former AXW Combat Champion 2x AHW Triple Crown Champion 2015 ECWF Chamber of Horrors Match Winner uXw Hall of Famer {Class of 2009} AHW Hall of Famer {Class of 2010} EHWF Hall of Famer {Class of 2012} ECWF Hall of Famer {Class of 2012} AWS Hall of Fame {Class of 2021}

*Faction Name* - The Reapers, MC *Faction Members* - Byker Bytch {Chapter President} - Darrick Kaine {Chapter Vice-President} - Vera Eames {Road Captain} - Cage Eames {Sgt. At Arms} *Business Partner* - N/A *Combined Weight* - Hooligans: ???lbs - 1%ers: 490lbs *Alignment* - Natural *Similar To* - Aces And Eights *Theme Music* - ”This Life” by Curtis Stiger and The Forest Rangers *Entrance Description* - TBA *Signature Moves* 1} Road Rash: Total Elimination 2} Pan Head: Wheelbarrow Face-Buster, Cutter Combination *Finishing Moves* 1} Sissy Bar: Eliminator, Code Breaker Combination 2} Highway To Hell: Double Crucifix Powerbomb

*Match Three* ~Singles Match~ Cage Eames Vs. Ryan Marx

*Match Two* ~Trap-Fight Match~ {This match will be contested under Trap-Fight rules. Basically collegiate wrestling rules, with submissions added} Johnny Trip Vs. Ace Sky

*MAIN EVENT* ~Rose Thorn Match~ {This match will be contested under No DQ rules. Basically anything goes, with an added Rose Thorn vine on a pole} Destiny Michaels Vs. Aliyah Ford

**Flashback: Part One** {Last we saw Aloni, he had just started his six week Military-style wrestling boot camp. Just as we figured, he had gotten into a bit of trouble and ended up doing more pushups than he’d done in his whole career. The Drill Instructor and The Rock Hard Samoan weren’t exactly seeing eye to eye, but for now Aloni could relax. It was time for the midday chaw timel. The scene opens up in the mess hall, where the squad members have gathered around a table} ~Military Food or Pig Slop~ -//-Reigns-\\- Did you see how the Sergeant pinpointed every one of us? That shyte pissed me off, man. *They all nod, and shake their heads. Aloni was still trying to function at a halfway normal level, due to soreness in his shoulders and elbows* ~:~Aloni~:~ F*ck, I can’t even eat right. This shyte’s going to kill me, by the end of the week. Bro, were you really wearing your hat backwards?? </>Matthews<\> Hell yeah, I was. I’m here to support you big Bro, I don’t care if I get kicked out of here. *Aloni tries to smile, but even his face hurts from all the pushups. He nods, and speaks up* ~:~Aloni~:~ Don't you all, find the disciplinary reasons comment odd? I mean, I’m supposed to be the one in trouble here. Yet, all of us are here? *They all look at each other, and think of what their friend had just said. Reigns nods, and stirs his food around on his tray. Matthews is the first to pop off* </>Matthews<\> That’s F*cked up, bro. You know, management might have something to do with this. *Aloni’s eyes light up, as he just figure out he was ignored on the way down to the camp* ~:~Aloni~:~ Didn’t I say that on the way down here? I swear, you don’t pay attention to what I say until it’s too late. *Matthews scuffs, and blows his Brother from another Mother off. Aloni was just mad, because he had to do like a hundred pushups before getting to eat* -//-Reigns-\\- Now that I think about it, it’s as messed up as this food they’re serving us. What the hell is this anyways? *Reigns holds up a round disk-like piece of food, and looks it over. He taps it on the table, and then tries to break it in half. The leathery substance just bends, but slowly straightens itself out as if nothing ever happened* -//-Reigns-\\- What the F*ck is this? It looks like beef jerky, but doesn’t even smell like meat. *The others just shrug, and start cracking jokes at the Marine style M.R.E. food* </>Matthews<\> It’s mystery meat, Ryan. It’s a mystery as to what kind of meat it is. *They all laugh for a few seconds, before Reigns fires off a joke of his own* -//-Reigns-\\- I think Captain Hook is missing his eye patch. *The squad members laugh and crack a few more jokes, before Aloni lets one fly* ~:~Aloni~:~ It’s old enough to be Serge’s joke strap. </>Matthews<\> Eww, Everett ...I’m trying to eat here, bro. *Aloni bust up even harder, as the other two frown at each other* -//-Reigns-\\- He’s right, that was a little over the top man. ~:~Aloni~:~ It’s not the joke I’m laughing at, it’s the fact he said he was trying to eat. I’m a Marine, and I’m not even trying to eat this pig slop! *The tables is completely for several minutes, then Reigns can no longer hold his question back. He looks at Matthews, and then over to Aloni* -//-Reigns-\\- I gotta ask, man. Doesn’t it bother you to be facing Logan Burgess? *Aloni looks up, and shrugs his shoulders. He looks back down at his food, and thinks for about thirty seconds before answering* ~:~Aloni~:~ No, not really. *Both Matthews and Reigns were waiting to hear more, but Aloni kept quiet* </>Matthews<\> "No, not really” ...is that all you have to say? -//-Reigns-\\- He’s a huge guy. That’s all you’re going to say? *Aloni drops his fork into his tray, and shoves it away. He looks at his two friends, and huffs. He wasn’t sure what to tell them, but he fired off anyways* ~:~Aloni~:~ What you two need to learn is, in this business ...you’ll have to face everyone to make it to the top. Like it or not, sometimes you even have to beat your friends to make it to the top. It sucks, but life isn’t always fun. Ask guys like Mike Maddox, think how he feels. *Dumbfounded by The Rock Hard Samoan’s statement, they look at each other and then back at Aloni all confused* ~:~Aloni~:~ I mean, Logan’s good and all. He’s a Multi-Time Champion, and all that good crap. But he’s had to face people that really aren’t gunning for each other, so he’s had to fight everyone off ...not something I’d be looking forward to, if you know what I mean. </>Matthews<\> Ah, I get you now. But this guy is pretty good, bro. -//-Reigns-\\- Personally, the only thing Logan is good at ...is kissing @$$!! *They all die laughing, as the scene fades away to darkness. The scene reopens at the marching circle of the main compound. The Drill Instructor has the cadets lined up for afternoon inspection, and notices that Mystic is not in the formation* ~The Homeless Hero’s gone AWOL~ ::Drill Instructor:: Where the hell is Cadet Mystic?!? Anyone seen Mystic since morning assembly? *The cadets look at each other, but remain silent. The squad members look back and forth, but no one had any idea where Mystic had gone off to. He didn’t even have lunch with the guys during midday meal time* ::Drill Instructor:: No one has seen Cadet Mystic, at all? *Finally one for the cadets speaks up* </>Cadet Stevens<\> Sir! Cadet Mystic had to report to the X. O.’s office, Sir! ::Drill Instructor:: Mystic damn well better be doing file work, or shining the X. O.’s brass! ~:~Aloni~:~ Sir. I’m sure he’s polishing something that sounds like brass, but isn’t metal, Sir! *The Sergeant comes rushing over to Aloni, and jams the brim of his cap into The Rock Hard Samoan’s nose again. He locks eyes with Aloni as he speaks* ::Drill Instructor:: Are you trying to indicate that my X. O. is having a sexual relationship with Cadet Mystic, maggot?!? ~:~Aloni~:~ Isn’t it obvious, Sergeant ...Sir? *The Drill Instructor backs off, and tosses his hands in the air. He had, had problems with Mystic before* ::Drill Instructor:: Alright, maggot. Since you seem to know more about this then you should, enlighten me. *Aloni shrugs, and looks at his friends. Which are waving him off, and shaking their heads “NO” but The Rock Hard Samoan speaks up anyways* ~:~Aloni~:~ Sir. I don’t know all the details, Sir. But from what I heard in the barracks. The X. O. conducted a personal inspection of Mystic’s Private Parts, giving him a Major Erection, and told him if he didn’t make her sing the Star Spangled Banner ...he’d suffer General Disappointment. But that’s just what I heard, Sir! *The squad burst into laughter, but Jackson wasn’t amused by any means. He just stands there with a look that could kill, and storms over to Aloni. He grabs him by the back of the head, and shoves him off towards the mess hall* ::Drill Instructor:: Off to the mess hall for you, maggot. K. P. duty until evening meal time. Maybe peeling onions and potatoes will shut you up for a while. *Sergeant Jackson turns back around to face the rest of his troops, who have silenced. His face is red hot, as he straightens his D. I. cap* ::Drill Instructor:: As for the rest of you, drop and give me twenty-five! *The cadets grumble as the ready themselves for push ups, some even cruse Aloni as they do so* -//-Reigns-\\- F*cking @$$hole, he’s always got to be the funny guy. </>Matthews<\> Well, that’s his Samoan way of dealing with the bullshyte life gave him. -//-Reigns-\\- The only bullshyte around here, is us being here and supporting him. I guess, anything is better than Noah’s School of Wrestling. *The scene fades out, as they both laugh and start their push ups, thanks to their buddy Aloni. The scene reopens in the mess hall kitchen, where The Rock Hard Samoan is peeling onions and potatoes for the evening meal* **The following is a reenactment of what happened so many years, with the modern teams Aloni and his Cousin Malosi will be facing this coming episode of Assault** ~:~Aloni~:~ Daughters of Darkness, you are no different than anyone I’ve ever faced. From the word go, you’re underestimating me and that’s going to be your downfall. No one cares about your past glories, and feats of greatness. This isn’t about your failed attempt to regain a Championship. This isn’t about the squad, either. It’s about people that want one thing, the top spot in AWS. So, you can run your mouths about me all you want. You can overlook me, put me down, and look down on me all you want. You see DOD, I’m used to it. It fuels my fire, and makes me want to kick your @$$ even more. Girls like you are all the same. You think just because you’ve sat on top of the Wrestling World before, that you’ll just walk your way there again ...You’re Wrong!! You have to get by the likes of me first, and that ain’t half as easy as you think it is. I’ve faced teams like you my whole career, and it never seizes to amaze me ...how arrogant you F*ckers are. DOD, this isn’t a beauty contest. This is a fight inside The Barracks, a place you’ve never been before. I will not be out done by someone as pathetic as you are, and if I have to beat your Idiot @$$es into a coma to win ...so be it!! *Aloni peels a few onions, and wipes away a tear. He tosses them into a large bucket, and then goes after a potato. He wildly peels it, and tosses it into the bucket* ~:~Aloni~:~ Samoan Dynasty, we’ve been down this path before. By the end of Assault, we might just be as acquainted with each other as you and Rockin’ are in bed. But the sad thing is, this shouldn’t even be happening. This is all about what management can do to us. They want us to kill each other in this match. They know we’re all very competitive, and will go all out to win. That’s fine with me. I have no problem fighting you or any other team on the roster. I brought myself into AWS something most don't understand ...for one reason. You’re good boys, I’ll admit that. You’ve got guts, and are willing to do whatever it takes to win. But I still don’t think you understand, just how far I’m willing to go …Uce, I’ll bleed you for my chance at a reign as Champion. I’m willing to sacrifice friendship for one night, to prove I have the heart and determination to prove everyone wrong. From top to bottom, AWS thinks The Rock Hard Samoan is a fluke. Well, flukes don’t win a World Title in less than two months of starting his career. Flukes don’t beat people better than you in the same time span …Do they?? I like you boys, but I’m not here at Camp Xtreme to be second best. *Aloni picks up another potato, and peels it like it was flesh. His eyes dance with an anger, as he tosses it into the bucket with the others* ~:~Aloni~:~ Whether it be you or anyone else, I’m going to go through you like never before. While the World of Wrestling may be impressed by what you’ve done ...I’m not!! People love you, some want to be you, but I don’t! Daughter of Darkness, this isn’t wrestling school anymore. This is the real world, where nice people finish last. Girls, this isn’t the former G. M.’s office. This is professional wrestling, where people like you are a distant memory. This isn’t the nineties anymore, this is Two-Thousand and Twenty-Three ...the year The Rock Hard Samoan kills all doubts, and naysayers. DOD, when you failed to eliminate me the first time we met ...what on The Giah’s Green Earth made you want to face me again? Not exactly a smart idea. Girls, our first match might be over, but the brutality isn’t. Last time I was here, I took it up a level ...on Assault., I’m going to exceed that level. Never count the old man out, folks. Can you two withstand my viciousness? You Want Some?!? Oohrah, Come Get Some!! *The scene fades away to darkness, as Aloni starts peeling more onions and potatoes with a sinister look to his eyes. As the scene blacks out, the following words are heard* “I’ve got the reach and the teeth of a killin’ machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green best believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze put a grin on my chin when you come to me, ‘cuz I’ll win, I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death to the place you’re about to be: another river of blood runnin’ under my feet forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you’ll never stand alone I’m last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, make me dead before you make me old I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice” ~:~Aloni‘s Voice~:~ Semper Fi, Do or Die Marine!!

*The scene opens inside a darkened hotel room, the only light source seems to be a lamp on a table. Moving around in the darkness, we see a lone figure of a man. His hand trails down to the table, and slides along the old dark wood. He pulls the chair out, and takes a seat for the first time. We see that, the figure is "The Celtic Beast" Bram Connan, with a cocky grin coming upon his face* Bram: Jingi OKU, anata o fakku? Translator: Forgive me? *The words break the silence. The cocky grin remains, a familiar facial expression that evokes so many memories of the past. But this Bram is different, gone is the long multi-colored armor and painted nails. Gone is the facial hair shaved into ancient patterns* Bram: Kokodewa, Amerika Roh vinne, Ito Kawagoe, "My Oshiriokisu" Toki, Solea Tay Shimashima skanne? Min viser de samme gamle ting, Soshitenaiganaru. KKE Vel jenter med søt? Eh Shibōtaidana fakkuha en’ tsuanata nikōheinayōda? Translator: How kind of you thee, to tell me in advance that ”WHEN” I apologize, you’ll gladly forgive me. It’s a huge load off of my mind. After all, I was agonizing over it. I was sitting here thinking that, when I beat you to a bloody pulp and I apologize to you …you’d reject it. But you’re not like that are you, you’re real men. A merciful monster, so to say. *The sarcasm rings out, obvious in the tone of Bram’s voice. This Viking Warrior of Norway, seems to be just as arrogant as he used to be. But there seems to be something else. The small insecurities of the past seem gone, and now we have someone oozing with such confidence. Bram moves his hand up to his face, and moves a fringe of his long dark brown hair to the side* Bram: Chengdu, topp på Nyattsu Kutsukura noen vil hva gjør leveren Jonah Liu Du ... uansett av noen eller Ookananamane Risekuasashin? Jeg, jeg, jeg! Eller jeg, jeg er trist Oh, ikke folk i Fart til Hei Amerika ECWF? Anata - unnskyld meg, for å gjøre, tror jeg Watashichiya-Wow-Tame Knee Nika Oshitto-Iryu. Anata wachīzubāāā, rattainryōfakkude wa, Hiroshima oh okonattayōni, subete ingen watashitachi no ue o'aruku å omoimasu? Jeg, Hello, hamp sanger ... ah ah, Oh Oh, Keshite, Nai skuff Ana-oxo-klikk!! Translator: You really are the joke, Funk. You have amazing ability and skills, you can out quick most men easily …but while your body is amazingly developed, your mind is still flawed. The same inconsistent chunk of meat, it always was. Twisted, due to years of living in this fantasy world …where you’re some kind of legendary wrestler. As I said Funk, five thousand years ago …you would have been a European King, but in this modern day? You’re just a big joke, and I’ll be laughing all night long!! Bram: Når du blir med meg, gjorde du Hva med deg? Til Shinjitsudearu, watashi wa anata nidōjō. Anata nochīsanachīsananō, Yukkuri å anata o'chissoku subete ingen sorera ingen kin'niku. Ketsueki tokūkiga nei nei sonopīnattsuno ka ni hairu koto ga dekinai Tokido noyōni kanjite imasu mygg? ANATA Lyst til kne-syklus Syn Seo Let Il Hittsuyo og gass Ali, da, Ana Womu Kriger-in-Tonanakereba-Naranai So-O-Bute-of-Tupu-kne!! Translator: But back to you, really wanting me to apologize to you? You even gave me a list of things to apologize for. You want me to apologize to you, for you having to face me …in your first Assault match, because you wanted to face someone “worthy” of your talents. Alright, first off YOU challenged ME …if you didn’t want to face me, then why challenge me? And as for not being worthy, well I’d hate to flog a dead horse, mainly because you can’t hear it scream ...but last time I checked, I made it to the top of the AWS, I made it to the pinnacle of this business and will become a Champion. Last time I checked, I was undefeated against anyone ...and last time I checked, I was the guy that ended one of The Hollister’s lives. You remember Johnny Hollister, the guy everyone wanted so desperately to face!! Bram: ANATA Jubande, Du er min, er Ojai Ukaku, beat, Tamuni, sauene hver kveld Namo Wou ble skutt. Høy Assassin, Ana Wahanatoto, Itami Okihikokosu Coto og gass, dekstrose, Tsuyoidesu ... Shikashi, Anawatashi ingen Seishin, ødeleggelse, Shurukoto Walk, -daida! Anata Watt, I-møll Mott eta-Tuningu, for ikke bestått bomull system Noi Shin Mayo, i Soshite-kotelett-Tame er hva Fukanari. Takeshita av kihan wa, er sår ikomokoru temme ni wa, Kono tatakai ni Katsu tamme ni toru mono WA nani demo suru tam ni watashio'kyōseisa remasu! Translator: In the end Funk, it’s looking more and more like …it’s you, who’s unworthy of facing me. With all your wild ideas about me, apologizing to you. I guess, you’re a little jaded …as to the fact, that I have done more in this business and this company than you will ever hope to do. But it’s you, who should apologize to all of us! Not just me, but everyone who’s ever known you. You need to apologize, for being the world’s biggest piece of Shyte. You need to apologize, for saying outlandish things without a shred of reality to them. And you need to apologize, for being more socially awkward than a Neo Fascist Nazi Punk at a Barbara Streisand concert!! *Bram closes his eyes for a moment, as a small laugh rings out* Bram: Shima, du, Anataderu, Kotoorusuru, Tsumori, Wanaidesuka? Atata, varmen i, og varme i, og jeg prøver å trøste deg. Dette kan sa Dunhuang, tsuyo-sa ni motodzuite imasu. Vi lever fremtid Sonoyuitsu. Chengdu, Seiko Wota løpet Xia, Jikko løpet Sit Eel ... Du Sudan mislykkes. Susatto, jeg er godt i verden kan ikke ha, jeg har en Ito. Translator: But you did say, something that caught my ear …you said, you’ve never cared about respect. Well DUH, we all know that Funk! Respect means nothing to you, because no one respects you either. Hades, The Alliance and I have done horrible things to each other, disgusting horrible things. We’ve destroyed each other many times, but after it all …I respect him, because he’s admitted that on certain nights. When I beat him, I was the better man and I admit that on certain nights …he was the better man, that’s what respect is all about. Having the faith in one’s self, to know that even in defeat …you can show humility. You can be humble, but I guess those words mean nothing to you ...do they? They probably aren’t even in your vocabulary!! Bram: Anataimu, respekt, Chu Say hjerte Naa, Me Maillot foran magen. ANATA slugging ANATA Galle Moga, Oh, Ikakushiyu, kan beseiret Itu bokser été vandre rundt. Anata Watt, rotte-of-Wario Worry Tei-liv, da. Shikashi, Amerikansk menneskelig Hebei Office Tanjun'na, Shino å tenke på, Nimotozu, det er min OTA mannlige Tsumori da. Carrera, MY lore stjerne, Kimuniku, Fusumaya, Jörg, Haruka, Nyoku, sant, fakta, forståelse, Shurukoto, ja, jeg har ikke deg, du vil ikke ha deg. Translator: Which is a shame, ‘cause you are definitely one team ...who could use some humility. So I guess, it’s up to me again to try and show you the right way? Wrong Funk, I’m done trying to get it through your thick skulls. I’m done trying to make you understand how the real world works. I’ve tried doing that for the last five weeks! You won’t change, you won’t listen, so instead …I’m just going to have to beat you guys up. You ever wonder, why I came running back to this promotion …when he finally realized, what kind of sick and depraved meatheads you were? ‘Cause he knew, I could protect him. The King knew that …if you came for him, I’d be able to hold you off. Bram: Alltid snakke, Ana Toi Sokoni skanne Watte, wasabi Okei segl Sul Mori da. Er min Pasusuni er Hikarimimikoto og uutslettelig ingen intensjoner Drow. Jeg er en elsker. Jeg begynner å Keshite "power". I Oh Oka Natte insider ... Thor Wato Naiyo Ruda jobb, Thor mørk de Watakushi Sha Yo ryoku Notai Dana amerikanere Ohio gjør Tete Mote Lee Wurtz Morito ting oversett glipp!! Translator: But you’ll never admit, that I’m talented. You’ll never admit anything, ‘cause you’re too insecure. But it’s ok Funk, you can keep living in your little dream world …where you’re important, and on the same level as Bram and myself. Although, you should ask yourself this. “Why is it, that I didn’t have to attack Funk to get him to accept a match with us? Why is it, that all I had to do was ASK for a match?” It’s simple, Funk knows that with me in the match …it’ll be an epic encounter. He knows that, with me added to the match …it goes from being another boring squash match, to where I get the chance to be a real competitor. *Bram laughs to himself again, and leans a little more forward* Bram: På slutten, Wotashi det en stjerne mono Janai. ANATA War Chodo-Wotashi og gass-switch-Atateyuru Eye, en-Seo Wo, ærlig, Niu Eye Akisutada. Betts av høy, Betts i United States of Dolce kaustisk da. Oh, Kay, nei, nei, det er ingen mono. Watashiniha, anata ga Hakai suru higai ni atta. ANATA Yonabaka, Reijinsaun, med andre ord ikke i ringen!! Translator: In the end Funk, one of us may not make it out of the match, on Assault. And I know, that the entire world is hoping that the one to not make it out …is me, cause let’s face it. The Nordic Viking Vs. The Seventies Coke Heads, is NOT money in the bank ...by any means!! *Bram smirks and snuffs the lamp out, as the scene fades to darkness* ~Part Two~ *The lights in the arena dim down, and then turn electric green. The tron flashes Bram Connan's smug face close up, and then an explosion erupts the screen, erasing it. The text "CELTIC BEAST" then pulses on the screen for the remainder of the intro. “Valhalla Calling Me"by Peyton Parrish hits the arena, as Bram steps out onto the stage. He stands there in black and red MMA shorts, and a black hoodie with crimson letters saying "Tap Or Snap" written on the back. He lifts his head to reveal a wily grin on his face, with narrowed eyes* Bram: ]It’s become apparent in my head, the little machine. In the light, I'm quite transparent. In the dark, I'm such a dream. There are two sides to me. Sometimes I set the evil one free. 'Cause I'm in love with the devil, And she's in love with me. *As the guitar begins, after the drum intro Bram flips down the hood and slowly stalks down the stage. He leaps onto the ring apron, and slinks between the top two ropes into the ring. He walks to the middle of the ring, and eyes the crowd. He takes off the hoodie, to reveal his “I Think AWS Loves Me” t-shirt. He throws his arms out to the side, and snickers a bit* Bram: ”Pain without love. Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough ...'Cause I'd rather feel pain, than nothing at all!!” *Bram walks to the corner, and places his hoodie on the turnbuckle. Then focuses back on the microphone* Bram: Well, well, well ..things are finally starting to turn around, back to the way they should be. It seems this week, is a week like no other ...for the one, and only Celtic Beast. It's funny, I keep being called ... what was it? A Hobgoblin? By Funk ...Well, I don't know what she knows about mythology? But I would most definitely not, consider myself a short, hairy fairy tail monster ...who helps people by performing menial tasks. And seeing as Funk is not exactly the learned type ...I doubt she's read anything Tolkien’s ever written. The lady did mistake Hobgoblins in The Hobbit, but I can see how the descriptor fits me. These Tolkien Hobgoblins were renamed as Uruk-Hai. If anyone has seen the movies, for The Lord of the Rings Series. They can tell you, that I do share some traits with those furry little buggers. I am most definitely, hairy and cute. And I am the type of person, others tend to obey. But then again, I would never listen to some “inexperienced” young woman ...so perhaps, I should disregard Funk's statements. Since she is just that, Totally Inexperienced!! *The crowd erupts in a massive booing of The Celtic Beast, they pretty much thought he was just being overly cocky* Bram: But Saturday, is going to be a great day. I get to go up against the “Football Reject” Troy Funk. I must say, I love what he thinks he’s becoming. Look how maniacal, and driven he is to attain his goals. Look how, he has embraced the industry within himself and stopped smiling so happily all the time. I told you Funk, my man ...you can be happy, and smile without being a royal douche bag all the time! And it has given you success, victory over ...Um, whatever his name was, and now a chance to have your little fight with me as well! Isn't it glorious? See now, aren't you glad we had that little chat backstage? You're much better off, now that I think of it. Though, I would recommend saving that maneuver you used to put out the doll face ...for Assault on Saturday. *"Troy Funk" chants start up, as Bram walks around the inside of the ring* Bram: Oh don't worry your heads too much, Funk will be there ...but he will be driven away by me, and he will be a savage beast. Not the lovable wrestler, you think you’re going to get. You've seen what Funk can do, when his mind is focused on a goal. When he has the right ...persuasion, to get him into fighting mode. And let's just say, that I know how to bring out the primal instincts in our “Funk Master”. And what is the rabble I’m stuck fighting? Oh well, let me start with the man ...who I will destroy come Saturday. A certain Mr. Troy Funk!! *The crowd boos Bram even more, as the smirk on his face widens* Bram: Funk, thinks he's gonna save the day. He loves to act, like the cream of the crop ...but lately, I have seen nothing to make me think ...he is actually worth his weight in salt. Have you all seen, Funk do anything ...but flaunt his broken body, since he got involved with ASW? I know, I haven't. So he comes out to ruin my revenge, just to act like he's the better person. Funk, you claim to be the big bad savior of the AWS ...but that is just me, right? My mission here, is to get everyone to wrestle to their best potential. To embrace the reality, that is human nature ... within, one’s self. And you, you are just a hand me down ...whose style, has no place in this business. It's time to move over, and let the next generation take the torch. You have no drive to win, only to make excuses when you lose. "Oh well, if there were no weapons I'd win." or "I only wrestle regular matches, because I'm a wuss and a pansy." Well, this time you have no baseball bat to hide behind, no barricade to find cover in. When push comes to shove Funk, you know that there is not a single thing ...you can do to stop me. You have become priority number one, for me. And that is not a good thing. Mr. Funk, you are in my sights and I will unleash all the inner demons inside of me ...to push you beyond the limits, of normal humanity. We've all seen, how well you fare against another man ...whose style is to be more brutal, more destructive, and more savage than you. You end up on your back, and out cold. And this Saturday will just be a preview. Ask yourself, how you will compete when you have a psychotic person looking to take down anyone. Stopping him from seeing his vision, become reality ...which if you're in you stay in the ring, is exactly what you'll be doing. A man, whose whole purpose in the ring ...is to bring about risky situations, and to be pure chaos. A beast of a man, who holds nothing back. Who lives to inflict pain, and bring out the inner darkness of anyone. How will a plain guy, like you fare? We shall see, I suppose … *Bram paces the ring for a few minutes, before continuing one* Bram: Then we have the man that calls himself, an American Patriot. Sounds like a blues song ...or maybe a gimmick, by that cartoon band on Adult Swim ...Dethklok, or whatever it was. Are we sure this young man is for real? From what I've seen, he is here to wrestle, and beat other wrestlers for the 24/7 Title ...yet all we know is, that he somehow broadcasts his opponent’s dreams on the Steele Industries TV station. Now, my bet is that he uses lookalikes and films these vignettes ...and through subliminal messages, makes everyone think the foe actually dreamed it. I don't buy it. I wanna hear it from his mouth. I want to see, him on camera shooting a straight promo, and tell me what he is actually all about ...because this gimmick is not fooling me. This is the filth, I mean ...when I say AWS needs saving. People buy into this chick, like he's some honest to goodness hero. Like, when Krylon uses his pyro lightning bolt by cueing a stage hand. Then everyone's like "Oooh, he controls lightning." I say Bullshyte! And I think that's, what Troy Funk is ...Straight Up, Bullshyte! Now, I'm not going to degrade the man's size, and strength in the ring. But, I don't buy this Superhero gimmick. And I don't think, he's as good as he thinks. All the fear games, and mind tricks are meant to psyche out foes. To make them screw up, and change their style. But I am a man at one, with the demons within. I am a master, of the human disease. And none of his so called, "Nightmares" ...are really that impressive. I personally think, it would be funny to have one of those. Wake up refreshed, in my own oneness with the brokenness in my soul. *The booing gets louder, and "You Lie" chants begin as well* Bram: Oh hush, like you all believe he’s some untouchable fighting force? I am the real dysfunctional one, here. Or at least, my in ring methods are certainly crazy. And I think, we will see who the real disaster is ...when Funk gets in the ring with me, and I whip his ass all over the Autzen Stadium in Eugene, Oregon! Let's just say, this vaccination will not be good ...for this mockery, of the disease. I am still not impressed, with him ...so what's left?? *Bram looks at the tron, which shows the upcoming card and he smiles wickedly* Bram: Oh yeah ...that bytch! The little boy, who likes to play men's games. Jenny Kay's little plaything. So tell me, who out in the crowd ...would thoroughly enjoy, seeing Troy Funk and Jenny Kay as an item... happy, with Lil’ “Reject” Kids?? *Since everyone loves Jenny, and hates Bram. They still cheer this proposition, for some reason* Bram: And, who would love to see Funk hug her into happiness? As she screams his name, in the heat of Passion?? *The fans cheer loudly, as he makes his last few statements* Bram: Well, if he survives me ...then, you might get to have a chance to see that!! *The crowd boos him now, as they would love to see the fairy tale romance* Bram: Jenny, I have to apologize. I don't do nice. And if your Girlfriend gets in the ring, you better not come out, and attack me ...cause if you want her in one piece. You just better not, do it. Because she, and I have a little score to settle. You see, she has done nothing but stand aside and watch people constantly cheat me of wins. And then, used that as ammo to berate my superior skills. To make her ego, feel that much better. She hoists her superman panties up high, and rides that cotton pony right to bitchville ...when it comes to me. I don't blame her, really. After seeing how spectacular I can be, it is only natural to look for ways to prove ...you're still better, than a rookie. But hey, don't let all those lies get to your head ...if you expect me to be an easy fight, because I am on a little losing streak ...then you are, sadly underestimating me and will end up like everyone who crosses me. Face down in a pool of your own blood, wishing you'd never met me. A one way ticket, to the subconscious mind. Where you will see, the disease spreads within your own head. But you know, it's funny. You think, you are being funny by fucking with The Celtic Beast and showing the fans some muscles. Listen bytch, these bastards in the crowd ...may fall for that cover, and they may even take you at your word. That you happen to have a set of mammary glands there, but I see through you. You, deep in your darkest heart. You, Love that mornonic child. Oh, it's damn true. They tell jokes, always have a hint of reality. For you to be willing, to use your body and his desires to f*ck with her. You must have secretly wanted her somehow, and this is your way of showing her ...without letting everyone else on. Oh, and how you laugh and think you make Jenny look good ...by missing your "obvious mind games" but I see through it. Oh, I don't think your little ruse was sincere like she might ...but I see hints, of reality in it. I see through the haze, in your words and I can read between the lines. *Bram laughs into the mic, and smiles beneath his dreaded hair. He does one of his famous spastic dances, and screams out* Bram: HOW YA DOIN'?? Funk, please focus. You want Jenny so bad, that you will drag her into the ring to grapple your scantily clad body ...while she is wearing practically nothing, not even wrestling attire. Mister, you are a dirty whore! But in all seriousness, you should perhaps focus just a bit on the fact ...that if she is not in the ring, that means I will be. Now, while you may handle Jenny's junk like evidenced in your previous “private” meeting ...you will not handle me. And I owe you, a few shots for all the talking down to me you've done. Trying to distract the public, by talking about my downfalls ...instead of being the master of brutality, and intensity. That they know I am, inside that ring. Just remember Funk, that Jenny’s “No-No Parts” will be the least of your problems. I cannot promise anyone, that I will not do what I promised Mr. “Million Dollars” ...what I said, I wouldn't do. I will not go easy on you. Oh Jenny, don't worry it's for the better. If he is beaten down, battered, tired, and bled dry in the ring with me ...then Sunday, it will be easy for you to get him to admit to his love for you and to get him to scream your name. Then, you can have him. Think about it, girl. Let me at heim for five minutes, and I will break him for you. I will crush his body, break his spirit, and leave his mind in a state of such clarity in darkness ...that he will be forced to embrace the human side, within. Which I'm sure, will be everything you ever wanted!! *The fans don't know how to react to this one, so they remain quiet as he continues* Bram: Funk, I'm tired of you acting like this. You see, if it was you being attacked by people from behind with weapons. If it was you, losing every match ...from people attacking you, because they were scared of you ...you'd be upset too! So, I did what I had to do. I got my shot at you, when you were out of the picture ...I can take out anyone, who I know will beat you. Just because, they are better than that you. And then, I can get revenge AND the Title I so rightly deserve! All in one fell swoop. It is actually quite, the plan ...coming to fruition. And what will you call me, when I enact this plan? Both Jenny, and you are left shells of your former glory. The future of AWS is in safe hands with me, in possession of the Title Belt ...Will I be a disgrace, when I am Champion?? When you are looking up at me, and there is Nothing ...you can say to take that from me? Put simply, I am tired of this game. So yes, I lost to Pandora after I clearly beat her up ...but she has the win, so I really cannot claim a true victory. But I have not lost any match, other than that one ...without some form of interference. I have dominated everyone in the ring, INCLUDING Freddy “Kruger” Funk ...I have been unstoppable, in scheduled competition. I see, there is still improvement to do. I know, I must harden myself ...so I can beat the eventual three on top of “The AWS Mountain” ...because, as we all know. Unless someone sneak attacks me, I am unstoppable. And you know this. But my Brother’s “Legacy” is gone ...he is beaten, and broken by the powers that be...you know this! Kaleb has his own fight to take care of, and you are opposite me in the ring. So Saturday, it is all me. All “The Celtic Beast" Bram Connan! No interference, no weapons, no distractions, no need to worry ... unless you are afraid to lose? Put simply Mr. Funk ... I will not be halted anymore. I am through with these rants, about being cheated ... because I am hereby, vowing not to lose a match again. Until I have that Underground Title, back ….safely in my hands. Whether anyone likes it, or not. I will not be stopped, by anyone. My goals will be achieved, the disease must spread. And Funk, unlike your successes ...mine WILL be for the future good of AWS. I am the wave of the future. And Saturday, I will be that much more ferocious and determined. I will be that psychotic, that chaotic, that demonic! I will be everything, that’s needed to be to leave you beaten, bloodied, broken, and defeated. I promise you Funk, you will never doubt the name of Bram Connan again! From this point forward, you will WISH ...you could be allied with the wrecking force, of MY Greatest Glory!! *Again, the booing becomes so loud. It’s booming off the arena walls, and echoing* Bram: Time has come, AWS is on notice. And the Downward Spiral, begins Saturday. I ...WILL …NOT ...BE BROKEN!! *Bram tosses down the mic, and exits to "Valhalla's Calling Me” by Peyton Parrish*

*The scene opens up in the gym once more, Scotty and Ki Morbid are happily talking, as they walk towards the weights room* ~Scotty~ Ki, that gig was off the hook!! *Scotty slaps Ki on the back, and the two play an air guitar chords* <>Ki<> I really enjoyed it, Scott. Especially when those girls threw their undies at us! *Both of them burst out laughing* ~Scotty~ I dunno, what you mean Ki ...they were throwing them at me! *The two laugh more, as they approach the training room. Scotty signals for Ki to go first. She squats onto the bench, and lies down as Scotty sets up the weights* ~Scotty~ Let's see what you can do then, Ki. *Ki smirks, and raises the bar in the air with ease. She then proceeds to do twenty bench pushes. Scotty nods his approval, and then signals for them to swap* <>Ki<> You sure, you'll be ok with that youngen? Hehe!! *Ki laughs loudly, as does Scotty. The Resident Psycho gives Ki a quick glance, and then repeats exactly what his old friend had done* ~Scotty~ Don't underestimate me Ki, a lot of people do that. *Ki nods, and replies quickly* <>Ki<> I was only playing, Scott. I know all about you man, your great. ~Scotty~ Your great yourself, Ki. *The two then repeat the weight lifting, adding ludicrous amounts of weight. Eventually, Scotty manages to lift more than Ki and they stop. They slap each other a high five, and proceed into the next room* <>Ki<> Well, so you can lift more than me. That's cool, fancy sparing?? *Scotty cracks his neck, and KI rolls her shoulders* ~Scotty~ Like, in what? Boxing?? Wrestling?? Kick Boxing?? Street fighting?? Hehehe … *Scotty looks to Ki, awaiting an answer* <>Ki<> Well, I know some Kick Boxing. So, if we spar a bit in that, I will teach you a few things. That cool? ~Scotty~ Yeah, that is cool Ki. But, if I get bored of learning …then we can go hardcore!! *Scotty smiles, and Ki nods. Then both walk into the ring, and each of them cracks their neck and then they start jumping in a boxing-style stance* <>Ki<> Here, just watch what I do and try and copy me. *Scotty stands back and Ki raises her hands up to cover her face and she starts to let rip with kicks, which are in the air and about 7 feet high off the canvas. Then Ki starts to do combos with left-hand jabs and right-handed hooks and right-swinging kicks. Then after about a minute display, Ki finishes off with a jumping spinning heel-kick and he lands and looks at Scotty. Who is absolutely amazed* <>Ki<> Your turn, Scott!! *Both of them laugh, and shake their heads* ~Scotty~ I will pass, but I got a few ideas. So let's just spar for a bit. <>Ki<> No problem, man. Semi contact, ok? I don't want to hurt you, lil’ man. *Scotty laughs, and shakes his head* ~Scotty~ So, when is your bed-time Ki?? *Both laugh, as they square up and feel each other out with a few left jabs. Scotty then goes on the attack, and he starts to punch Ki with his right and left hands, but she blocks most of them* <>Ki<> Come on Scott, don’t hit my hands hit my face ...Gawd damn it!! *Scotty nods and goes on the attack again, and he kicks Ki in the leg. Then he starts punching Ki in the face with a few right hands, this time Scotty hits faster and harder, and Ki is unable to block all of them* <>Ki<> That is it man, be quick and move. Snap the left hand, and roll your shoulders with the punch that is where the power comes from. *Scotty comes back on the attack and Ki smiles as she sees Scotty is focused. Then Ki jumps back, and starts to let loose with high-flying controlled kicks to the head of Scotty. Then Ki hits Scotty with a left jab, and quickly follows up with a right uppercut. Then a standing right foot kick to the shoulder. Ki then spins around, and kicks Scotty in the chest that knocks him to the mat* ~Scotty~ Wow Ki, that was impressive. You were quick, and controlled ...I couldn't do anything. <>Ki<> Well, I just know what I am doing. Now imagine, how much of a beating Konrad Raab is in for, when you let lose on his ass. ~Scotty~ Rather him, than me. Well enough of that, you want me to show you some hardcore shyte? <>Ki<> I know Hardcore Scotty, look at our past matches. ~Scotty~ Yeah, but you don’t know Riddle Box Hardcore! Look up the word "Xtreme" in the dictionary, and you'll see a picture of me!! ~Part Two~ *We fade later in the afternoon from our earlier locker room segment involving Scotty Paine, but again with a familiar set of surroundings as for the second time in hours. We see first a locker room door shot of the Conspiracies. However, unlike before the cameraman doesn't even get a chance to actually venture inside on his own, because before he can the door abruptly swings wide open revealing good ole' Scotty himself, again this time with “The Queen Of Khaos” Ki Morbid in tow the as the duo steps out. Without even noticing the camera fairly close behind them, Scotty and Ki set off down the hallway with their usual smirks of confidence intact as well, and judging from the direction they were heading it would appear they are on the way toward the afternoon's sellout arena crowd itself! At this juncture, while the two finally begin moving further and further ahead of the original cameraman we shift out to an arena shot facing the stage area, an area that's within less than another minute or so re-introduced to the effects of …* ~”Here Comes The Pain” by Slayer hits the PA System~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUroT8WuzHQ *Suddenly, the arena lights begin to flicker off and on as the crowd rises to its feet immediately in anticipation, a combination of loud guitar riffs and the following words slowly begin to echo & scroll across the AWS's own looming Xtreme-Tron above* ”I am the new hell on earth The lord of agony divine Domination, intimidation Lives within these eyes Reign of Power Remorseless anarchy I am arrogance in the flesh Unleashed intensity” … *Thereafter, the daunting tune of "Here Comes The Pain" by Slayer plays on the PA as the AWA's own “The Crow” Scotty Paine emerges from behind the curtain with the dark, yet lovely Ki Morbid by his side. Once they finished making their way down the ramp to a deafening uproar of crowd pops, this highly-deranged AWS-Legend then finishes making his way up the ring steps, taking great care to assist his Vixen of a young woman counterpart inside initially. Once inside the ring, moments later. Himself, he proceeds to lean over toward the ropes and taunt off momentarily to this entire sellout crowd joining us here tonight, followed by moving to fiercely grab the nearest mic and make his way to stand directly in the center of the ring. Not too long afterward, continuing to be greeted by a mixture of the aforementioned crowd reactions. Scotty finally raises a hand to signal quiet, whereupon he prepares to speak momentarily toward this sellout AWS crowd on hand for the afternoon* ~Scotty~ Quite simply, legacies … *Impressive opening pop for this phrase of The Hardcore Legend* ~Scotty~ Indeed …in such a business, an industry, a routine, and daily way of life as this is non-stop for every single man and woman back there in the back …who belongs to this company, in such an atmosphere as that we all come to know and learn over time just how pivotal the art of forming your own legacy, as a combatant in this very ring is ...you know, there was a time once when as some of you may well remember …I myself hoped, dreamed, and prayed at every possible opportunity to begin forming a legacy all my own in Asylum Wrestling Society ...Many a day before I was even thought of as being associated with professional wrestling, I would sit in the back or at home on my couch as a young man. I'd sit back there excitedly watching my own Brothers, my own family members, my own flesh and blood. Thomas and Jaysen as they gradually developed their own legacies …step by Paine’s taking step. For instance, Thomas as you all know formed his legacy by after many miserably failed Hardcore Title attempts joining Venom as "Kaine", joining him to become an infinite symbol of tag-team wrestling and to capture something that I'm sure will always be close to his heart in his ASW Tag Team Championship reign. One earned over three equally famous tandems on AHW Xtreme X-Mas of '02 …if you'll recall? Then, beyond the slightest shadow of a doubt …Thomas hit it unbelievably big in the XWA to form his own legacy too, he went from some no-name, lackluster jobber in Pure Title contention to gaining the support of Adin and in turn the first of two North American Titles, and eventually Thomas went on to face his eternally greatest rival in Genocide sometime later on the grandest stage of them all, Rapture in the Main Event for the Undisputed Championship, a title which in relation to his most recent North American Title reign, he still lives and breathes for to this day. *Scotty pauses for a moment, as the crowd gives off another mixed reaction. He walks around the ring, as he speaks again* ~Scotty~ So yes, with this in mind anyone and everyone who knows me as an AWS Legend, well enough knows that coming from the family dynasty of The Asylum talent that I do …I'm expected and assumed to be highly bred for success at certain points, the success of majorly memorable proportions when it comes right down to it …And speaking of this type success, I'd have to very much place this upcoming Xtreme Rulez Match of mine right up there as the one of the best I'll ever behold …No doubt about it!! *Yet, another pause as Scotty picks up the pace of his movement in the ring. Then, out of nowhere. He stops dead in the middle of the ring, as he continues speaking* ~Scotty~ But hey, surprising as this may sound to some …I'd be lying if I said, I didn't enjoy the sheer thrill of having to perform under such pressure-filled circumstances ...as the ones currently placed on me by those such as Thomas …when this type of pressure is soon enough on it's a given I'm expected to have my best showing to date as an AWS wrestler this coming Saturday night. Hades, if anything I feed, I thrive, and I leech off insane amounts of pressure, being in these types of competitive tight spots gives me just the right amount of drive I need to finish what I start inside this ring. Raab, since we both know you're watching this …come May 27th, you can bet your ass ...whatever, I start will end up properly finished at the end of however much a bloodbath our “warzone” of a matchup deteriorates into … *A sudden wave of "Holy Shyte" chants starts up, these prompting the next short-lived stint of silence on the mic* ~Scotty~ Oh yes, rest assured there will be more than your everyday amount of bloodshed in this match, there's just no way around it …when two forces, such as ourselves are subjected to such a severe collision, and such an unspeakable amount of Paine and suffering at the bare hands of one another …as this is to be between you and me on both a personal, and professional level Raab. *Scotty cockily reaches up to scratch his thick goatee in thought before continuing once again* ~Scotty~ In retrospect, truth be told …I've learned more than you will ever know from watching all my past heroes of the Wrestling World …such as Thomas, Aiden, Jaysen, and even Myself at one point form their respective legacies, and come the 27th …when I walk back into the AWS Arena through those double entrance doors. Come the mere moment of truth, when I lace up those boots and assume my post in the cross-like position for my entrance, and come to the ultimate point of revelation …when I have my hand raised high above my head, in ecstatic victory. Those Raab, THOSE are the moments I'll know this is at last my time, my chance, my shot, MY point of achievement at which to say …I've officially broke through as the only AWS anti-hero for all these fans. And that, I've officially and undoubtedly established my own illustrious legacy for years upon years to come! Raab, the ego I so tightly keep holding and guarded to the confines of my twisted mind, that piece of tarnished memory I currently protect with my life just as those like Thomas and Jaysen have before me, that's an object I treasure with everything I have to offer as a living breathing human being. It's something that if you can attain gives you a lifetime's worth of prestige, adoration, respect, and envy in the AWS. All in all, it's something I'll snap every last mother-f*cking bone in your body …if I must pry it from that newly-found death grip you want to have sealed up on it ...Raab, you still may not be able to understand this …since you're naturally the only one in your family, where ever the Hades you came from to amount to anything in the entire world. But whatever, believe me …I want that title worse than you do for the sake of myself and The Asylum's legacy … which can now stretch between potentially three icons in this company. Two other icons, who like me …shall stand up for what they believed is right in their AWS careers, and also just as I shall …they’ll come out on top, when it mattered most!! *Right then Scotty moves to get directly up and into the lens of the in-ring camera* ~Scotty~ Riddle me this Raab, if you're so much "Betta" than me, and if you're so very much "Smarta" than me …why is it, you've yet to again show your face out here in the middle of this ring, and why is it …everything you do have to say backstage is in actuality a whooooole lot of nothing, in a nutshell? The absolute essence of retardation in its simplest form? Well, if you'll allow me, and if you the oh-so-gratifyingly Xtreme fans would allow me to … *Scotty again pauses, as the crowd pops big time for support* ~Scotty~ Oh yes, if your the future of AWS ...I'd like to in closing for the present time, to answer my own question here. The fact of the matter is, that surprise you're NOT better than me. Believe it or not, you’re NOT smarter than me, you don't possess even half the charisma it takes to keep any belt in your grasp after such a historic event as the May27th Assault. Really, and truly man …just learn to think and make acceptance of it like this, you're just a never-was of a Rat on the brink of entering the greatest downward spiral of your career in a negatively noticeable way. Meanwhile, in the midst of your head-on collision with a loss …I'm going to as of that night, be heading the exact opposite way, as I blow by you in your fall from grace, and surge ahead. Ahead oppositely in the positive of straight up the AWS ladder toward that anxiously awaiting Draven Legacy Championship ahead. Raab, just like I'm sure in some twisted way …you do have something to prove this 27th, I must prove to my family members, my legions upon legions of loyal Asylum Mates, and most of all myself ….that MY day of forming MY everlasting legacy is at hand. It's time the tides were turned for the good side in this battle, and come that night Raab …come In Your House: Bloodbath. You better be ready to “Feel The Paine” my utterly useless, excuse of a challenger …for I as the next link in my ever-famous and sadistic family have got one hades ...Of A Legacy To Live Life Up To!! *"Here Comes The Pain" re-hits across the P.A system, prompting Scotty to carelessly toss his mic aside and make his way to taunt off consecutively from all four turnbuckles, with each corner drawing a deafening roar of approval from everyone in the crowd. Afterward, holding up 2 lone fingers toward the camera to signify the number of weeks remaining for Shinobu to get prepared for their match. Both Scotty & Ki exit the ring to make their way slowly up the ramp, and to the back ahead in a heavily confident fashion as always. The camera fades to darkness* ~Scotty’s Voice~ Aaee Deyar Yoo, Kam Pheel Da Pen!!

RP Limit: 1 Per Person/ 2 Per Team RP Deadline: 12am PTS/3am EST *Match One* ~Locker Room Brawl~ Jonny Trip Vs. Grant Hammer

RP Limit: 1 Per Person/ 2 Per Team RP Deadline: 12am PTS/3am EST Match Two* ~Non-Title Match~ Scotty Paine {C} Vs. Konrad Raab

RP Limit: 1 Per Person/ 2 Per Team RP Deadline: 12am PTS/3am EST *Match Three* ~Terror Dome Match~ AJ Flare Vs. Jenny Kay

RP Limit: 1 Per Person/ 2 Per Team RP Deadline: 12am PTS/3am EST *Match Four* ~Tag-Team Match~ Samoan Tao Vs. Daughters Of Darkness Vs. Samoan Dynasty

RP Limit: 1 Per Person/ 2 Per Team RP Deadline: 12am PTS/3am EST *Main Event* ~Japanese Jungle Match~ Troy Funk Vs. Bram Connan