Open Challenge Elimination Match

[AWS Office]

Main Event
AWS American Championship
Open Challenge Elimination Match
Brody Steele vs. Adrienne Riley vs. Drake Nygma vs. Dark Matter vs. Declan McGinnis

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[MeTaL]

<>The camera switches to the locker room, and we see Brody Steele and his Uncle Bram Connan. Brody looks like a million dollars. With black trunks, that may as well be an art piece, and a tank top, that is about to disintegrate thru those pectoral muscles bursting from under it. Bram, he looks even better, hair immaculate, sweat suit on with no shirt under it, muscles gleaming<>

Bram: I can’t believe that f*cking tart, Candy Cane! Who did she freakin’ marry to be a star??

Brody: Huh, what are you talking about?

Bram: Last week, on Overdrive! Cane was in here proclaiming to be the Greatest Vixen, ever! What a crock of Shyte!!

Brody: Cane, who?

Bram: Damn it, Brian! Pay attention. Candy Cane, Mrs. Santini. Wife of Francco Santini, you’re former tag-team partner for years …

Brody: F*ck him!! First, it was Francco Santini, and my Dad made you team with him. He got his, my lifelong foe. Randy Roberts was next, we went all the way to the final last year, and he DROPPED THE FREAKEN BALL!! Then, she ran off and cut himself some, skits out on all who supported him, and has never been seen since.

Bram: That happens to everyone, who tries to hang with us Nephew. They look at you, and just give up. Who could blame them?

Brody: I guess not, wouldn’t be me.

Bram: ]Well, this Candy bytch can go cut herself with the rest. Having the nerve to call herself, the best Vixen ever …arrogant bimbo.

<>Brody’s phone starts to ring a video call<>

Voice On The Phone: Hello, It’s me. No, It's You. It’s me …the future You!

Brody: Future me??

Voice: Yes, you know we are the master of time and space …in the future!!

Brody: Wow! You look incredible!!

Voice: Of course we do, pfft. So, this is going to be very dangerous. You cannot know too much about your future, but I need to tell you something.

Bram: What?!? What’s that??

Voice: This team with your Uncle, and yourself …

Brody: What of it??

Voice: You two, are set to break all ground before you. You are about to begin a new era.

Brody: A New Era??

Voice: YES! Keep up, meathead! The other wrestlers. There’s a Connection!! Wrestlers fabled in the history of time …wrestlers that can’t come close to what you and your dad have accomplished!

Brody: Wow, Really??

Voice: Yes, Really!!

Brody: Ok, thanks man.

Voice: No, Thank You! You have the World at your feet. I cannot tell you much more, but remember …you and Bram, are set for the Promised land. Together, you two can do ANYTHING!!

<>The call hangs up, and Brody smiles to himself. He puts the phone back in his pocket, and speaks slowly into the camera<>

Brody: Madness, here I come!!

Bram: What the F*ck? What about this Jezebel-Candy, trying to annoy ME!?

Brody: No one can be you, gorgeous. Let her try and call herself the top Vixen, everyone saw you on the TV Show “Married at First Site”!

Bram: So, you want to make it work with Santini? Nephew, I’m a little confused …

Brody: We have no choice, it’s our Destiny! You, and I are destined for greatness. You heard him ...well, ME At Least! The next Madness is just the beginning. We are the new measuring stick. We are the future, the present, and we’re the SHYTE!!

Bram: Um, but what about HER??

Brody: Um, Who??

Bram: Damn It, Candy Cane!!

Brody: I couldn’t give a shyte about her, and neither will you! You and I will be the new force in wrestling, so it will be done …You will jump on board, and I don’t want to hear another word that little tramp!!

Bram: Ok Nephew, you’re the boss. What about these She-Devils??

Brody: She what?

Bram: She-Devils. Your opponents, for next week.

Brody: She? Are they ...girls??

Bram: Well …Half girls, half demons apparently.

Brody: What else do we know about them?

Bram: They’re 90% titties, that’s in AWS. The 2nd best rack in the wrestling business!!

Brody: Wow!! From you, that’s a compliment! I’ll have to check’em out, firsthand!

Bram: I could beat them single handedly, let alone yourself.

Brody: With the future me being a voice of what is to come, does that make me somewhat of a prophet?

Bram: I’d say, more of a Gawd!!

Brody: A Devil-Gawd to these She-Devils, I’m going to be facing! I will dedicate this match to the all-purpose belly-to-belly suplex. And use that move, and that move only in my match.

Bram: Are you sure? I mean, just the one move … the only thing that’s fun on Madness, but this is your first match! According to your future self, this is the start of something special.

Brody: Something Special, because of who I AM! Not who, I could be or should be!! Santini gets it, man. She and I had come together at some point in time, and we might again someday…but for what we are NOW??

<>Brody pauses for a moment, as he pulls out a cigar. He lights it, and takes a couple puffs before continuing<>

Brody: And who I am, The Rebel Son …I’m every breathing She-Devil’s WET DREM!! …it’s simple really, they’ve got no choice. I AM THE REBEL, EVERYONE FEARS!!

[Drake Nygma]

The camera pans and spins around to reveal a black and white suit clad figure sitting at the head of a table. As the camera continues to spin and pan it becomes obvious that this suit clad figure is sitting alone, no other presence easily seen or spotted within this very room. Fine art decorates the wall, clearly this figure has a taste for the finer things in life. At least that is the impression given by the room that is seen through the lens of the camera.

 

Amidst the darkness a masculine sounding voice begins to speak.

 

Drake Nygma: “One week. Seven days. 168 hours. 10,800 minutes. 604,800 seconds. Time is an abstract construct meant to offer up some small measure of control over the path you walk. And yet that construct is a lie, the only real control is the control taken by one’s own hand.”

 

A pause was taken here, a deeply thoughtful expression crossing Drake’s face. An eerie sense of calm flashed outward, the kind of calm possessed by the type of individual who understood the darkness as well as the light that lived within the hearts of man. Drake’s eyes turned to look down the lens of the camera. 

 

Drake Nygma: “Thus in this same time period, the passing of it has brought forth a new opponent, a new competitor to wage war against. Brody Steele…. A name about which I’ve found zero information. An anomaly in this modern age of social media in which everyone has a paper trail. There exists barely a whisper about who you are, what you want, where you come from. This lack of information matters little in the end. The American championship represents a gold hued crown, a crown that belongs in the hands of an entity who will forge it into a symbol of brutality.”

 

Another pause was taken here as Drake reached down to sip at a tumbler of single malt whiskey, a drink that oozed class and spoke to the refined nature of Drake Nygma. A deep rumble of amused laughter spilled out from between the lips of one Drake Nygma. Adorning the walls of this expansive looking room were portraits, paintings of The Sphinx, the entity with whom Drake shared his body. 

 

Drake Nygma: “The legends say that The Sphinx was the protector of Egypt. A brutal creature and yet also they were capable of kindness to a rare few. This is the nature of the entity whom I share a body with. Our partnership, our connection goes back to a time filled with a great darkness.”

 

Setting the now completely drained cup down, an odd look filled out Drake’s features, a thunderous sound echoing throughout the air.

 

???: “So this is the mortal realm…. Inhabited by those tiny creatures…. Those humans. How interesting. Those portraits are almost accurate, almost a true reflection of who I am. However one key detail is missing, the crown of upper and lower Egypt. That artefact was placed in my protection long ago.”

 

A wicked smirk tipped the lips of This entity who hadn’t announced its name as of yet. Delighting in the mystery, rich laughter would fill the air, the sound was almost mocking in a way. 

 

???: “An open challenge is useful as a stepping stone that I’ll use to advance my position in this fledgling company. I do hope you will provide even a small amount of fight. I’ve crossed time and space, seen countless empires rise and fall, crushed those who would provoke my wrath. Uprisings fall every day just as those who start them do. Question is…. Will you join the number of Uprisings crushed beneath my foot.”

 

A pause was taken here, a glimmer of a dark smirk flashing outwards.

 

???: “Legend states that when the crowns of both regions of Egypt are unified it represents a double crown referred to as either the Pschent or as the Sekhemity. Which means ‘The Two Powerful Ones. The Pschent combines the hedjet known as the white crown of Upper Egypt. With the deshret known as the red crown Lower Egypt. This crown symbolises two halves united. That is what we seek…. To unify our dark half with the human half of our soul known as Drake Nygma.”

 

Rising from the seat this darker figure paced along the floor, a gleam flashed throughout their eyes.

 

???: “It was widely believed in Egypt that I was a representation of their sun god, Horemakhet or Horus of the horizon. Records show that in Egyptian culture The Sphinx symbolises royalty and sacred status. My wrath knows no bounds, my fury shall reign unchecked. I’d consider your next move carefully mortals… lest you make an enemy with a long memory who never forgets a slight, never forgets an insult.”

 

Lights flicker, glass cracks, lightning flashes on the horizon providing a momentary look at a figure that seemed far more than human in that moment. Turning on his heel the nameless figure vanishes, leaving no trace of them ever having been there at all. 

 

Fade to black….

[Becksploder]

Adrienne enters the match

[Drake Nygma]

A cold wind blew at my back, unforgiving and chaotic as was often the way of nature. Lightning roared throughout the quiet night sky. Each burst of lightning illuminated the scene. Providing a glimpse of a solitary figure standing in front of what looked like a long forgotten tomb. Breaking through the air, a low and feral growl rumbled. The sound resembles something like a lion guarding its den.

 

Drake Nygma: “Did you know that in the ancient world, lions were seen as symbols of spirituality, bloodlust, divinity, kingship, sometimes safety and peace. In Ancient Egypt Lions were viewed as a symbol of both danger and protection. Regarded as the fiercest warrior. Lions are both a proud hunter and a member of nobility, nay a king in the form of a beast. I do not claim to be a king, no. Instead I aim to open the eyes of the waking world to what it means to be a warrior, a true fighter forged in the fires of a long forgotten past.”

 

Drake's eyes swung in the direction of the fearsome sounding growl, this sound would put fear in the heart of a lesser man.Drake had long since overcome his fear of the lion. A fear that he had been mocked for as a child. Now  Drake would take the symbol of something that had terrified his younger self and turn it into strength, a key component of the very nature that guided his hand.

 

Drake Nygma: “I hear your roars, I hear your growls Oh fierce and proud hunter of the jungle and desert. You and I are not so different, each of us playing a role that we neither asked for nor wanted. And yet you have amassed a wonderful strength, through bloodshed and combat you have become king of the pride. I applaud your savagery and skill. It is my intention to introduce a skilled focused style of combat to AWS. Thus bridging the gap between the human world and the ancient one. I’ll prove myself worthy of the mantle of The Sphinx, of the right to be the one to unite the two worlds under one banner.”

 

The lion circled Drake Nygma for what felt like endless hours, its heavy paws leaving indentations in the ground beneath it. With each step the lion growled louder, seemingly testing the mettle of the man it was presently circling. Eventually the growls gave way to huffs as if the lion had decided that it couldn’t detect a hint of fear on this curious looking male.

 

Drake breathed out slowly, expelling the tension from his slender frame. With each breath his chest rose and fell, his lips curling in a smirk that spoke of a deep and true sense of confidence. 

 

Drake Nygma: “And now to cast an eye towards the present day…”

 

Fade in on the present day….

 

Warm golden sun peeked in through the partially open window of what appeared to be a simple and yet classically designed living room. There was an eerie sense of quiet about the room, minimal chatter made this particular room slightly more interesting.

 

Drake Nygma: “Chess. The gentleman’s game. A game that requires a mix of strategy and sacrifice. Each piece on the chessboard has value, from the pawn all the way up to the king and queen. A journey starts with but a single step, as does my career in Asylum Wrestling Society, my eyes are now turned to the pursuit of the American Championship. One question remains… who will be the one to capture the American championship… we shall find out upon the conclusion of this open challenge elimination match. What do I seek by competing in AWS? I seek the opportunity to reveal the mysteries of the ancient world… to a generation of people who have lost their way, who have forgotten the primal nature of what man was born from”.

 

Drake held a single chess piece, the pawn between his fingers, crushing the chess piece to dust. Rising to his feet, he would mockingly bow to the camera. Even now he was exploiting his showmanship in an attempt to get under the skin of his opponent. Waging mental warfare long before the match had begun. His chosen form of dress was a simple black and white suit. The colors represent right and wrong, moral and immoral, justice and revenge. Drake Nygma was a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and very soon AWS would come to know this fact. 

 

Drake Nygma: “The American Championship is a fitting crown, a golden artefact to attain, to wield as a symbol of the rebirth of the primal world. Man may have forgotten his roots, we have not forgotten from what we were born. Open your eyes mortals and pay attention you just might learn something”

 

Fade to black….

[BrothermanBill]

A video package opens with a shot of the Las Vegas cityscape at night with sped up footage of people walking around, then to stock footage of people gambling at casinos.  A voice over begins...

"Look at all these poor fools...  They do injustice to themselves, they slave away at their jobs just to throw away all their pay in the vain hope of escaping their mundane lives.  They're just as much at fault as the casinos themselves.  In America, we are just as free to ruin our lives as we are to do the right thing."

The footage changes to old AWS matches, some of the most extreme stunts and risks done in the name of championship gold or settling a grudge.

"My point is, this Asylum, is not an Asylum at all.  Nobody comes to this place for safety or peace.  They come for a slim chance at glory at the cost of their own wellbeing.  Why am I here, you may ask?  I am here to administer justice in this lawless place.  When I become AWS American Champion, I will show this degenerate, dying nation that freedom means nothing if you don't choose to do the right thing.  And I will show everyone in the Asylum Wrestling Society what waits for them when they make the grave mistake of thinking they can get away with trespassing on other's rights..."

"I am...  Dark Matter!"

The lights go out, leaving the arena in complete darkness as the slow build to his theme plays.  When the intro is finished, dim violet lights illuminate the arena, and Dark Matter is on stage wearing mostly black with glowing purple streaks.  He stands on the stage with his hands straight up in the air with his palms up.  Behind his face paint, his eyes show determination.  He lowers his arms, takes a deep breath, and makes his way to the ring at a brisk pace.

[The Hooligans]

[The scene opens with the bustling crowd of an AWS live event. The lights dim, and a green spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. The iconic sound of bagpipes plays over the speakers, and the fans erupt in cheers as Declan McGinnis, the charismatic Irishman, steps out onto the stage. Dressed in his signature emerald green trunks and a black leather jacket with a shamrock emblazoned on the back, Declan makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the way. He climbs into the ring, grabs a microphone, and stands in the center, basking in the energy of the crowd.]

Declan McGinnis: (with a thick Irish accent) "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and all ye crazy AWS fans out there, let me tell ya somethin'! When Declan McGinnis steps into this ring, ye know yer in for a treat! Now, I've been listenin' to all the talk, all the whispers, and all the doubtin' from the lads and lasses backstage, wonderin' if I've got what it takes to go for gold. Well, tonight, I'm here to make an announcement that'll leave no doubt in yer minds!"

[The crowd roars with anticipation as Declan paces the ring, building the excitement.]

Declan McGinnis: "Ya see, I've been lookin' for the perfect opportunity to prove myself, to show the world that this Irish heart beats stronger than ever. And what better way to do it than to put me name on the dotted line for the Open Challenge Elimination Match for the AWS American Championship at Tuesday Night Madness III!"

[The crowd explodes in cheers, chanting "Declan! Declan! Declan!"]

Declan McGinnis: "That's right! I'm steppin' into that ring with some of the best this business has to offer, and I'm not just lookin' to participate. Oh no, I'm lookin' to dominate! I'm lookin' to outlast every single one of 'em, to show that when the dust settles, there's only one man standin' tall, and that's Declan McGinnis!"

[Declan pauses, looking around the arena, his eyes filled with determination.]

Declan McGinnis: "I know it's not gonna be easy. I know there are some big names and tough opponents out there. But I've got the spirit of Ireland coursin' through me veins, and I've got the heart of a champion. So to all me opponents, to all the doubters, and to anyone who thinks they can take me down, I say this: Bring yer best, because I sure as hell will!"

[The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and applause, fully behind Declan.]

Declan McGinnis: "At Tuesday Night Madness III, yer lookin' at the next AWS American Champion! And when it's all said and done, when the final bell rings, and I'm holdin' that championship high, ye'll all remember the night when Declan McGinnis proved that the luck of the Irish ain't just a myth—it's a damn reality!"

[Declan drops the microphone, climbs the turnbuckle, and raises his arms triumphantly as the crowd continues to cheer. The camera zooms in on his confident smile before fading to black.]