WARNING
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. Do NOT try to do reenact anything you see from this event at home.

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KØЯ∃ Wrestling
Presents

Oregon State Insane Asylum in Salem, Oregon
Show Date: February 17th

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The screen flickers with a staticky, grainy filter, the audio crackling like an old VHS tape on its last legs. The camera slowly pans down the long, decayed hallways of the abandoned Oregon State Insane Asylum—flickering fluorescent lights barely illuminating the cracked tiles and rusted gurneys. The air feels thick, heavy, suffocating. Somewhere in the distance, a faint metallic clang echoes, like a cell door slamming shut. A distorted siren wails before cutting to silence. The only thing left is the sound of our own breath.

[Cut to ringside]

The arena is unlike anything KØЯ∃ fans have seen before—a warped, industrial hellscape set up in the asylum’s main ward. The ring sits beneath a busted skylight, moonlight seeping through the shattered glass. Blood-red spotlights paint the scene, casting twisted shadows against the walls covered in torn, weathered patient files and rusted restraints. Around the ring, barbed wire, fluorescent tubes, and steel cages wait like hungry beasts, ready to claim victims. The crowd—hardcore zealots in tattered KØЯ∃ merch—are already chanting, their voices merging into a wild, chaotic hum.

[Cut to commentary booth]

📢 Joey Black: “Welcome to Hell, ladies and gentlemen! This is KØЯ∃ Assault V, and tonight… well, tonight, we don’t just wrestle. We exorcise demons. We resurrect nightmares. And we paint the walls with blood in the most sadistic proving ground in professional wrestling—THE OREGON STATE INSANE ASYLUM!”

🔥 Hardcore Hex: “Joey, this ain’t just another show. This is a goddamn séance of violence! We’ve got warriors who fear NOTHING, men and women who THRIVE in pain, who LIVE for the sound of flesh meeting steel! And tonight… inside these haunted walls… we find out who’s willing to leave a piece of their soul behind for the sake of glory!”

📢 Joey Black: “The Main Ward is our battlefield, the ghosts of the past are our spectators, and by the time this night is over, KØЯ∃ Assault V might just go down as the most SAVAGE event we’ve ever witnessed!”

🔥 Hardcore Hex: “We got deathmatches, we got hardcore brutality, and we got LEGENDS of ultraviolence ready to spill their guts—literally! Strap in, sickos, ‘cause this asylum isn’t just haunted… it’s CURSED!”

The camera zooms in on the ring, where the first match’s weapons—light tubes, thumbtacks, a shattered mirror, and a straightjacket—are laid out like surgical tools on a rusted tray. The bell tolls once… then twice… then a deafening third time. KØЯ∃ Assault V has begun.

🎵 [Cue chaotic, distorted metal music as the screen cuts to black.]

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Card is subject to change.

Singles Match

Ace Sky vs. Freddie Roberts

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[Bell Rings]

The crowd inside the Oregon State Insane Asylum is electric as Ace Sky and Freddie Roberts circle each other in the ring. Ace Sky, the high-flying cosmic daredevil, radiates confidence, while Freddie Roberts—the self-proclaimed “Crown Jewel of Violence”—sneers, cracking his neck before lunging in for a lock-up.

Roberts immediately tries to overpower Sky, but the veteran high-flyer uses his agility to duck, weave, and counter. Sky slips behind, grabbing a waist lock, but Roberts throws a vicious back elbow to break free. He whips Sky into the ropes, but Ace rebounds with a springboard arm drag!

Roberts scrambles to his feet, only to be met with a lightning-quick dropkick that sends him tumbling into the corner. Sky charges in—Roberts moves! Sky adjusts mid-air, landing on the second turnbuckle, and immediately moonsaults backward over Roberts’ head. The crowd erupts as he lands smoothly, but Roberts turns and LEVELS him with a stiff lariat!

Roberts, now in control, stomps on Sky’s ribs before dragging him up into a snap suplex, floating over for the first cover of the match.

1…
Kickout!

Roberts grits his teeth and transitions into a chin lock, grinding Sky down. The fans rally behind Ace, clapping in unison as he fights to his feet. A series of quick elbows to the gut breaks the hold, and Sky sprints for the ropes—Roberts counters with a pop-up powerbomb!

1… 2… Kickout!

Roberts yells at the referee before dragging Sky up again. He attempts his signature Deadweight Driver (cradle sit-out piledriver), but Sky wriggles free! He lands behind Roberts and counters with a standing enzuigiri that staggers the bigger man!

Ace Sky kips up as Roberts stumbles toward him—Sky hits a tilt-a-whirl DDT! The fans explode as Sky feeds off the energy, dragging himself onto the apron. He waits for Roberts to get up before launching himself back into the ring with a springboard hurricanrana!

Roberts rolls to the outside for a breather, but that’s a mistake against Ace Sky. The high-flyer hits the ropes for momentum and dives through the ropes with a tope con hilo!

The asylum crowd erupts as both men crash into the barricade! Sky rolls back into the ring, eyeing Roberts struggling to get up. He sprints, leaps to the top rope in one bound, and flips off with a picture-perfect Asai Moonsault!

Sky tosses Roberts back inside and climbs to the top rope. He signals to the crowd, pointing toward the stars before launching into the stratosphere with his Galaxy Leap (diving shooting star press with a mid-air knee tuck)!

💥 BOOM! He lands flush on Roberts’ chest!

Sky hooks the leg, deep into the pin.

1… 2… 3!

📢 Winner: Ace Sky via Pinfall!

The fans roar as Ace Sky gets to his feet, clutching his ribs but throwing his arms up in victory. The ref raises his hand while Roberts rolls to the outside, seething in frustration. Sky points to the sky, soaking in the adulation of the crowd before climbing the turnbuckles, celebrating another breathtaking win!

[Post-Match Interview – Ace Sky on AWS Monday Night Ward & the C4 Division Championship]

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Backstage at KØЯ∃ Assault V, Ace Sky stands in front of the AWS backdrop, still breathing heavy from his victory over Freddie Roberts. His sweat-drenched hair clings to his face, and his eyes burn with intensity. Standing beside him, AWS interviewer Lena Marshall holds a microphone, ready to capture his thoughts.

🎤 Lena Marshall: “Ace, congratulations on a hard-fought victory tonight against Freddie Roberts. But now, all eyes are on AWS Monday Night Ward, where you challenge Xander Croft for the AWS C4 Division Championship. You’ve fought all over the world, but this might be your biggest opportunity yet. How are you feeling heading into this match?”

🌟 Ace Sky: (wiping sweat from his brow, still catching his breath) “Lena… this? This was just a warm-up. You saw what I did out there—flying through the air, defying limits, and proving once again why I am the most dangerous high-flyer in professional wrestling today! But Monday night? That’s not just another match—it’s destiny knocking at my door.”

🎤 Lena Marshall: “Xander Croft has been one of the most dominant C4 Division Champions in AWS history. He’s technical, he’s ruthless, and he has a mean streak a mile long. What do you think it will take to dethrone him?”

🌟 Ace Sky: (chuckles, shaking his head) “Xander Croft calls himself The Precision Engine, and I won’t take that away from him. The guy’s a machine. Every move is calculated, every hold is applied with precision, and every strike is thrown with bad intentions. But here’s the thing—machines break. And me? I don’t operate on blueprints, I operate on instinct. You can’t program or predict what I’m gonna do in that ring because I don’t even know what I’m gonna do until I do it.”

Ace clenches his fists, staring directly into the camera.

🌟 Ace Sky: “Monday night, I step into the ring with a champion who’s built a reputation on breaking down his opponents piece by piece. But Xander, you’re gonna find out real quick that Ace Sky doesn’t break—he soars. You wanna keep that C4 Championship? You better be ready to wrestle at the speed of light, because when that bell rings, I’m taking you on a one-way trip to the stratosphere.”

🎤 Lena Marshall: “Bold words from Ace Sky! The AWS C4 Division Championship will be on the line this Monday on AWS Monday Night Ward! Will Ace Sky fulfill his destiny and claim the gold? We’ll find out soon enough!”

Ace throws up the "peace and flight" hand gesture before walking off-camera, leaving Lena Marshall to send it back to ringside.

Tag Team Match

Lone Star Outlaws (Jay & Lance Williams) vs. Switchblade (Kelly & Isabella Blade)

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[Bell Rings]

The match kicks off with Jay Williams of the Lone Star Outlaws starting things off against Kelly Blade of Switchblade. Jay, the powerhouse of the Outlaws, smirks as Kelly circles her, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The two lock up, but Jay immediately overpowers Kelly, tossing her across the ring like a ragdoll.

Kelly scrambles to his feet, shaking out his arms, before rushing in again. This time, he ducks under Jay’s grasp, springboards off the middle rope, and catches Jay with a flying back elbow! Jay stumbles back but doesn’t go down. Kelly hits the ropes again, this time looking for a running forearm smash—but Jay catches her mid-air and SLAMS her with a massive spinebuster!

Jay drags Kelly to the corner and tags in Lance Williams, his equally rugged brother. The two Outlaws deliver a double vertical suplex, holding Kelly in the air for an extra few seconds before slamming her down hard. Lance makes the cover.

1… 2… Kickout!

Lance stays on Kelly, keeping her grounded with a series of stiff knee drops to the ribs. He lifts Kelly up and whips her into the ropes, looking for a big boot, but Kelly slides under and finally makes the tag to Isabella Blade!

Isabella rushes in like a bullet, ducking under a clothesline from Lance before springboarding off the ropes and hitting a dropkick to his knee! Lance stumbles, and Isabella follows up with a step-up enzuigiri! He wobbles but still doesn’t go down. Isabella sprints to the ropes again, leaps, and delivers a spinning DDT that spikes Lance’s head into the mat!

The crowd erupts as Isabella goes for the cover.

1… 2… Jay Williams breaks it up!

Kelly rushes in to take Jay out, but the bigger Williams brother catches him mid-air and launches him over the top rope! Kelly lands hard on the outside, while inside the ring, Isabella turns into a massive lariat from Lance!

Lance drags Isabella up and hoists her onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before tagging Jay back in. Jay climbs the ropes, and the two Outlaws hit a fireman’s carry into a flying clothesline combo! Isabella crashes hard, and Jay immediately hooks the leg.

1… 2… Isabella kicks out!

The Outlaws shake their heads, but they’re not letting up. Jay signals for the end, lifting Isabella for a powerbomb, but she counters mid-air into a hurricanrana! Jay tumbles into the ropes, stunned! Isabella lunges to her corner—Tag to Kelly!

Kelly vaults over the ropes and immediately hits Jay with a springboard forearm! He follows up with a snap suplex, then rolls through, lifts Jay again, and drops her with a brainbuster! Kelly fires up the crowd before sprinting up the turnbuckles, calling for his signature move.

He leaps for the Switchblade Spiral (corkscrew moonsault)… BUT JAY GETS HIS KNEES UP!

Kelly crashes and burns, clutching his ribs in agony. Jay rolls over and makes the tag to Lance, who storms in and levels Kelly with a big boot! Isabella tries to interfere, but Jay intercepts her, tackling her through the ropes to the outside!

With Isabella out, Lance hoists Kelly up and into position for the Last Ride powerbomb, while Jay climbs to the middle rope. They deliver the Outlaw’s Justice (Last Ride into a flying neckbreaker)!!!

Jay rolls out as Lance covers Kelly.

1… 2… 3!!!

📢 Winners: The Lone Star Outlaws (Jay & Lance Williams) via Pinfall!

The Lone Star Outlaws stand tall in the ring, brushing off their hands as if they just finished another day at work. Kelly rolls out of the ring, clutching her neck, while Isabella checks on her, glaring back at the Outlaws. Jay and Lance smirk, tipping their imaginary cowboy hats before exiting the ring, leaving Switchblade to pick up the pieces.

Post-Match Interview – The Lone Star Outlaws Call Their Shot

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Backstage at KØЯ∃ Assault V, the Lone Star Outlaws—Jay and Lance Williams—stand in front of the AWS backdrop, still glistening with sweat after their victory over Switchblade. Their breathing is heavy, their expressions intense. Jay grips a towel in his hands, while Lance rubs his jaw, still feeling the effects of the match. Standing between them is IWE interviewer Jessica Reed, microphone in hand, looking a little wary of the Outlaws’ fired-up demeanor.

🎤 Jessica Reed: "Lone Star Outlaws, a dominant performance tonight against Switchblade. But I understand you two have something on your mind concerning the IWE Tag Team Championships?"

🔥 Jay Williams: (snatches the microphone, eyes burning with frustration) "Damn right, we got somethin’ to say! See, for YEARS now, Lance and I have busted our asses in every promotion that’d let us ride into town. We’ve bled, we’ve broken bones, we’ve taken fights no one else wanted, and still—STILL—we get overlooked when it comes to the big one!"

🔥 Lance Williams: (cracking his knuckles, his voice low and dangerous) "We ain’t gonna be ignored no more. We ain’t playin’ nice. We ain’t waitin’ for permission. We’re demandin’ our shot at the IWE Tag Team Championships. And if we don’t get it? Then we’re gonna take matters into our own hands… by hook or by crook."

🎤 Jessica Reed: "So, you're officially calling for a title shot?"

🔥 Jay Williams: (glaring into the camera) "Damn straight. Charlie Feigel—we know you hear us. You can keep throwin’ teams ahead of us, keep makin’ us jump through hoops, but it don’t matter no more. We’re comin’ for those IWE Tag Team Titles, and whether you wanna hand us the match or make us carve our own damn path of destruction, it’s gonna happen."

🔥 Lance Williams: (steps closer to the camera, a smirk creeping onto his face) "So here’s your warning, champ. If you got those belts? You better start sleepin’ with one eye open. ‘Cause the Lone Star Outlaws are ridin’ straight into IWE, and we’re leavin’ with gold or blood on our hands. Either way, we get what we want."

🎤 Jessica Reed: "That’s a strong message to Charlie Feigel and the entire IWE tag division. What happens if you don’t get what you want?"

🔥 Jay Williams: (smirks, chuckling darkly) "Then IWE’s gonna find out real fast what happens when the Outlaws stop takin’ no for an answer. Feigel—make it happen."

Jay tosses the microphone back at Jessica, and the Lone Star Outlaws storm off-camera, leaving behind an undeniable statement. The message is clear: their time of being ignored is over. And the IWE Tag Team Champions? They’ve just been put on notice.

Singles Match

Sabrina Rossi vs. Kaito Ishikawa

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[Bell Rings]

The atmosphere is tense as Sabrina Rossi and Kaito Ishikawa stand face-to-face in the center of the ring. Sabrina, the fearless powerhouse with an MMA background, cracks her knuckles, while Kaito, the technical mastermind with lethal strikes, maintains a calm, focused demeanor. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation as the two competitors circle each other.

They lock up, but Kaito quickly shifts into a wrist lock, twisting Sabrina’s arm behind her back. She grits her teeth, rolling through to escape before countering into a side headlock takedown. Kaito, ever the technician, locks his legs around her neck for a headscissors counter.

Sabrina kips up out of it, and both competitors reset. The crowd applauds the technical prowess as they go for a second lock-up. This time, Sabrina takes the advantage with a judo hip toss, keeping Kaito grounded with an armbar.

Kaito struggles for a moment before rolling through and countering into a Fujiwara armbar! Sabrina quickly reaches the ropes with her foot, forcing the break.

Both competitors get to their feet, nodding at each other in mutual respect. But the moment is short-lived as Kaito suddenly delivers a stiff shoot kick to Sabrina’s ribs! She winces but fires back with a thunderous forearm!

Kaito smirks and delivers another kick!
Sabrina answers with another forearm!
The two begin trading—kick! Forearm! Kick! Forearm!

Sabrina ducks a high roundhouse and counters with a snap German suplex! She holds on, rolls through, and hits a second German suplex! Kaito is dazed, but Sabrina keeps her grip and attempts a third—Kaito flips through mid-air and lands on his feet!

Kaito sprints forward, looking for a jumping knee, but Sabrina catches him and slams him down with a spinebuster! She covers.

1… 2… Kickout!

Rossi doesn’t waste time, dragging Kaito up and throwing him into the corner. She charges in and smashes him with a running high knee! Kaito slumps forward, and Sabrina follows up with a brutal exploder suplex into the turnbuckles!

Kaito crumbles to the mat, clutching his lower back. Sabrina signals for the end, pulling him up and attempting her finishing move—the Rogue’s Wrath (modified fireman’s carry cutter)!

She lifts him, but Kaito counters mid-air into a crucifix pin!

1… 2… Sabrina kicks out!

She rolls to her feet, but Kaito meets her with a jumping enzuigiri!

Now with momentum on his side, Kaito fires off a series of rapid kicks to Sabrina’s chest before sweeping her legs out from under her! He hits the ropes and connects with a running penalty kick to the head!

Kaito makes the cover.

1… 2… Kickout!

The crowd is on their feet as Kaito drags Sabrina up, signaling for a brainbuster. He lifts her, but she shifts her weight and counters with a rolling armbar!

Kaito panics, his hand hovering over the mat—but he manages to shift his body and roll out of it. Both competitors scramble to their feet, and Sabrina swings wildly—Kaito ducks and hits a PELE KICK!

Sabrina is dazed, staggering backward as Kaito sprints to the ropes.

Kaito crouches in the corner, sizing Sabrina up as she struggles to her feet. The crowd knows what’s coming.

He sprints forward and BLASTS HER WITH THE KINSHASA (high-impact knee strike)!

Sabrina’s head snaps back as she crumbles to the mat, completely out. Kaito wastes no time, hooking both legs for the pin.

1… 2… 3!!!

📢 Winner: Kaito Ishikawa via Pinfall!

The bell rings, and Kaito sits on his knees for a moment, catching his breath as the referee raises his hand in victory. Sabrina slowly rolls onto her side, holding her jaw, shaking off the impact.

Kaito stands up and offers her a hand. Sabrina looks up at him, nods, and accepts, allowing him to help her to her feet. The two competitors stare at each other before Sabrina gives Kaito a respectful nod and exits the ring, leaving him to celebrate his hard-fought victory.

The war was won by Kaito Ishikawa tonight, but Sabrina Rossi proved she is no easy opponent.

Post-Match Segment – Kaito Ishikawa Declares for the IWE Champions Carnival Rumble

Backstage at KØЯ∃ Assault V, the camera focuses on Kaito Ishikawa, still dripping with sweat from his hard-fought victory. He stands in the dimly lit hallway of the asylum, his hands resting on his hips, his chest rising and falling with every breath. The battle scars from his match are visible—his jaw slightly swollen, bruises forming on his ribs—but his eyes are sharp, focused, burning with ambition.

Standing beside him, IWE interviewer Brian Keller holds a microphone, sensing that Kaito has something important to say.

🎤 Brian Keller: "Kaito, tonight, you delivered another standout performance in KØЯ∃, proving why you're one of the most dangerous strikers in the game. But I understand that you have something even bigger on your mind—something involving IWE?"

🔥 Kaito Ishikawa: (wipes sweat from his brow, his voice calm but commanding) "Tonight… I reminded everyone exactly who I am. I step into the ring, I fight, and I leave with my hand raised. That’s what I do. But I’m not here just to fight—I’m here to carve my name into history."

Kaito leans slightly forward, his expression intense.

🔥 Kaito Ishikawa: "And that is why I am officially declaring my entry into the IWE Champions Carnival Rumble."

The crowd watching on the arena screens erupts at the announcement.

🎤 Brian Keller: "That’s huge, Kaito! The Champions Carnival Rumble is one of the most prestigious battle royals in wrestling, with the winner earning a shot at the IWE Triple Crown Championship. What makes you believe that this is your time?"

🔥 Kaito Ishikawa: (his jaw tightens, his fists clenching at his sides) "Because I have been fighting for this moment my entire career. I have watched others get their opportunities while I was told to ‘wait my turn.’ I have bled, I have endured, and I have fought warriors across the world—but now, it's my time. No more waiting. No more holding back. I am stepping into that ring, and I will go through anyone who stands between me and the Triple Crown Championship."

Kaito turns to the camera, his face filled with purpose.

🔥 Kaito Ishikawa: "IWE… champions… contenders… listen carefully. I am not just another name in the Rumble. I am the future. And when that bell rings, I will strike, I will endure, and I will eliminate every single person in my way. When the dust settles, when the final man is thrown over the top rope, only one name will remain. KAITO ISHIKAWA."

Kaito exhales sharply, nods to Brian Keller, then walks off, leaving behind a statement that will echo through IWE. The battle lines are drawn, and the Champions Carnival Rumble just got a lot more dangerous.

KØЯ∃ Pure Championship – Pure Rules Match

Derek Wellings vs. KØЯ∃ Underground Champion TJ Alexander

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Pure Rules Match Stipulations:

Each wrestler has three rope breaks. Once exhausted, submissions and pinfalls in the ropes are legal.

Closed fists to the face are illegal. The first violation gets a warning; the second results in disqualification.

Title can change hands via count-out or disqualification.

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[Bell Rings]

The intensity is palpable as the vacant KØЯ∃ Pure Championship rests on a pedestal outside the ring, waiting for its new owner. The crowd is electric, knowing that this match will define the next standard of pure wrestling in KØЯ∃.

On one side, Derek Wellings, a powerhouse with surprising technical prowess, rolls his shoulders and glares across the ring. On the other, TJ Alexander, already the KØЯ∃ Underground Champion, bounces on his toes, his speed and counter-wrestling ready to come into play.

They step toward the center, eyes locked.

The bell rings, and the war for the Pure Championship begins.

They lock up, and TJ immediately ducks under into a waist lock, looking for early control. Wellings plants his base, reverses, and wrenches TJ into a hammerlock. TJ rolls forward, counters into a headlock takedown, but Wellings uses his power to reverse into a leg scissors.

TJ kips out, the two competitors resetting, nodding in acknowledgment of the skill level on display. The crowd claps in appreciation.

The next exchange is fast and brutal. TJ fires a lightning-quick dropkick to Wellings’ knee, then a snap DDT! He smoothly transitions into a crossface submission!

Wellings groans in pain, trying to shift his weight, but TJ wrenches back.

Wellings reaches for the ropes—Rope Break #1 used!

The referee forces TJ to release the hold, and he smirks, knowing that Wellings has already burned one escape.

The fight continues with Wellings using his power, hitting a gutwrench suplex that rattles the ring. He follows up with a Boston Crab, planting his knee in TJ’s back!

TJ grits his teeth, crawling toward the ropes—Rope Break #1 used!

Both men are even again.

TJ switches gears, using his speed to hit a springboard enzuigiri! Wellings stumbles, and TJ seizes the moment, hitting a running knee strike to the jaw!

He covers.

1… 2… Kickout!

Wellings rolls to his knees, shaking his head. TJ stays on him, looking for a Fujiwara armbar! Wellings, sensing danger, grabs the bottom rope.

Rope Break #2 used!

The big man is running out of options.

But Wellings is nothing if not resilient. When TJ charges in, Wellings catches him mid-air and delivers a backbreaker into a brutal German suplex!

Wellings locks in a cravate submission, wrenching TJ’s neck! The Underground Champion struggles, groaning in pain, before stretching for the rope—Rope Break #2 used!

Now, both men have just one escape left.

TJ, realizing the stakes, turns up the pace. He chops away at Wellings' chest with knife-edge strikes before rebounding off the ropes for a springboard tornado DDT!

1… 2… Wellings gets his foot on the ropes!

Rope Break #3 used!

Now, Wellings has no safety net left. TJ, grinning, locks in a rear-naked choke! Wellings gasps for breath, clawing for the ropes—Rope Break #3 used!

Both men are out of rope breaks. From here on out, any submission or pin in the ropes is legal.

The two warriors drag themselves to their feet, both exhausted but determined. They exchange forearms in the center of the ring, the crowd roaring with each impact.

TJ goes for a rolling elbow—Wellings ducks and counters with a pop-up POWERBOMB!

He holds on, hoists TJ up again, and slams him with a second powerbomb!

Wellings doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, he pulls TJ up, dragging him toward the ropes. He smirks, knowing the champion can’t escape.

He hoists TJ up—Wellings Wrath (Pop-Up Powerbomb into a Sit-Out Bomb) INTO THE ROPES!!!

TJ’s body slingshots off the ropes as he crashes to the mat. Wellings hooks the leg.

1… 2… 3!!!

📢 Winner & NEW KØЯ∃ Pure Champion: Derek Wellings via Pinfall!

The bell rings, and the referee hands Derek Wellings the KØЯ∃ Pure Championship. He falls to his knees, clutching the title, exhaustion written all over his face.

TJ Alexander remains motionless, his KØЯ∃ Underground Championship still around his waist, but he knows he let another title slip through his fingers. He rolls to the apron, staring up at Wellings with frustration but also begrudging respect.

Wellings climbs the turnbuckle, raising the KØЯ∃ Pure Championship high above his head.

Tonight, he proved that power, precision, and strategy can conquer even the greatest technical specialists.

The Pure Era of Derek Wellings has begun.

Post-Match Segment – Derek Wellings Declares His Intentions

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Backstage at KØЯ∃ Assault V, the camera cuts to Derek Wellings standing in front of the KØЯ∃ backdrop, still dripping with sweat after his grueling Pure Rules Championship victory. The KØЯ∃ Pure Championship rests proudly over his shoulder, gleaming under the dim, flickering lights of the asylum’s eerie atmosphere. His knuckles are bruised, his breath still heavy, but his confidence? Unshaken.

Standing beside him, KØЯ∃ interviewer Lena Marshall cautiously holds the microphone, sensing the intensity radiating off the newly crowned champion.

🎤 Lena Marshall: "Derek Wellings, congratulations on your victory tonight. You are now the KØЯ∃ Pure Champion, but I understand you have something else on your mind—something bigger?"

🔥 Derek Wellings: (grinning, adjusting the championship on his shoulder) "Damn right, I do. See this? This title? This is just the beginning. Winning this means I’ve already proven I can outlast, outthink, and break the best wrestlers on this roster. But I ain’t satisfied with just one piece of gold. No, no, no. I came here to dominate, and domination doesn’t stop with one championship—it starts there."

Wellings steps closer to the camera, his voice dripping with conviction.

🔥 Derek Wellings: "And that’s why, real soon, you’re all gonna see history repeat itself. Because me and my partner, Leon Roberts, we’ve been overlooked, we’ve been counted out, we’ve been pushed aside for far too damn long. And we’re done waiting. We’re done asking. We are coming for the KØЯ∃ Tag Team Championships, and we’re taking them by force."

🎤 Lena Marshall: "So, just to be clear, you're officially making your intentions known?"

🔥 Derek Wellings: (smirks, nodding) "Crystal clear, Lena. We’re not sneaking around, we’re not waiting for a handout. We’re stepping to the front of the damn line, and the moment Leon and I get our shot, the entire tag division? Done. Finished. Over."

He pats the KØЯ∃ Pure Championship, letting the weight of his words sink in.

🔥 Derek Wellings: "Tonight, I took this belt, and soon? I’m gonna have another one right here." (taps his other shoulder) "And when that happens, you will all have no choice but to recognize the era of Derek Wellings & Leon Roberts."

With that, he turns and walks off, his championship gleaming under the dim lights. The message is loud and clear—Derek Wellings isn’t satisfied with just one title. He’s coming for everything.

KØЯ∃ Heavyweight Championship Match

Roger Williams vs. Erin Stone

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The atmosphere is electric as the vacant KØЯ∃ Heavyweight Championship sits on a pedestal at ringside, waiting for its new owner. The crowd roars as Roger Williams, the brute-force brawler with a mean streak, steps into the ring. His eyes burn with intensity, knowing this is his moment to claim the top prize.

On the other side, Erin Stone, a fan-favorite with a never-say-die attitude and a mix of technical and striking ability, paces like a caged animal. She stares across the ring at Williams, determined to overcome the odds.

[Bell Rings]

Williams lunges forward, looking to overpower Erin early, but she ducks under and delivers a stiff calf kick to his leg. Williams shakes it off and charges again, but Erin sidesteps and counters with a lightning-fast forearm strike to the jaw!

The big man finally catches Erin on the third attempt, wrapping his arms around her and hurling her across the ring with a gutwrench suplex! Erin crashes hard, arching her back in pain. Williams smirks, grabbing her by the hair and ragdolling her into the turnbuckles!

The crowd winces as Williams follows up with a running splash in the corner! Erin stumbles forward, dazed, and Williams plants her with a backbreaker, holding her in place to torque the spine!

Williams slows the match down, methodically working Erin over with clubbing blows and brutal knee strikes to the ribs. He lifts her up and slams her down with a high-angle powerbomb!

1… 2… Kickout!

Erin rolls to the apron, trying to recover, but Williams follows and yanks her onto his shoulders. He teases an apron powerbomb—but Erin fights back, hammering elbows into his temple! Williams staggers, and Erin counters with a tornado DDT off the apron onto the floor!

HOLY SH*T! chants break out as both wrestlers lay on the ground, gasping for air.

Erin, gritting through the pain, is first to her feet. She climbs the barricade, waiting for Williams to rise before springboarding off with a diving forearm smash! She rolls him into the ring and quickly follows up with a springboard moonsault!

1… 2… Williams kicks out!

Knowing she can’t let up, Erin sizes him up for the Rolling Elbow! She charges—but Williams LEVELS her with a massive lariat out of nowhere!

Williams grabs Erin by the throat and hurls her across the ring with a brutal choke toss! He drags her up, signaling for the Williams Wrath (Pop-up Powerbomb)!

He hoists her—but Erin REVERSES into a hurricanrana! Williams stumbles to his feet—Rolling Elbow connects!

He wobbles, but doesn’t go down. Erin screams, hitting the ropes for a second one—Williams ducks and counters with a thunderous Black Hole Slam!

1… 2… ERIN KICKS OUT!

The crowd explodes as Williams pounds the mat in frustration. He gets up, shaking his head, and climbs the turnbuckle—going for something big!

Williams, uncharacteristically on the top rope, steadies himself. But Erin recovers and springs up to meet him! She lands a massive enzuigiri, stunning Williams before climbing up to join him. The two struggle for positioning, battling high above the ring.

Williams tries to shove Erin off—but she traps him and flips backward—AVALANCHE SPANISH FLY!!!

HOLY SH*T!!!

Both competitors crash hard, the ring shaking from impact. The crowd is losing their minds as Erin crawls over, draping an arm over Williams.

1… 2… WILLIAMS KICKS OUT!!!

Erin is in disbelief. She pulls herself up, calling for the Erin-Go-Braugh (Spinning Fireman’s Carry Cutter)! She struggles to lift Williams, but he fights back with wild elbows!

He shoves her away and nails a sudden pop-up powerbomb!

Williams isn’t done. He drags Erin up, hoists her onto his shoulders—and PLANTS HER WITH THE WILLIAMS WRATH (Pop-Up Powerbomb into a Sit-Out Bomb)!!!

1… 2… 3!!!

📢 Winner & NEW KØЯ∃ Heavyweight Champion: Roger Williams via Pinfall!

The bell rings, and the referee hands Roger Williams the KØЯ∃ Heavyweight Championship. He clutches it tight, exhausted but victorious. The crowd erupts in a mixed reaction—some respect his dominant performance, others devastated by Erin Stone’s loss.

Erin rolls to the apron, disappointed but knowing she gave everything she had. Williams glares at her before hoisting the championship above his head, making it clear that KØЯ∃ now belongs to him.

The reign of Roger Williams as KØЯ∃ Heavyweight Champion has begun!