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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ASYLUM WRESTLING SOCIETY
PRESENTS
Jangchung Arena in Seoul, South Korea 05/04/2025

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[AWS Champions Carnival 2025 – Cold Opening]

(The screen is black. A slow, eerie carousel tune begins to play—plinking, off-key, almost childlike. Then—CRASH! A cymbal explodes as the screen flashes to a blur of neon, fire, barbed wire, and roaring fans. A twisted carnival logo spins onto the screen: AWS Champions Carnival 2025.)

🎙️ Salmia "Mia" Russo (voice-over):
"Tonight, the carnival has come to Seoul... and it's anything but fun and games."

(Cinematic shots roll: a close-up of the Jangchung Arena exterior, bathed in swirling lights and smoke. Fans with face paint, signs, and AWS shirts pack the entrances, chanting "A-W-S! A-W-S!")

🎙️ Ginnifer "Gidget" Stephenson (voice-over):
"Six matches. Six fights for pride, survival... and championship gold."

(Cut to flashes of the evening’s lineup: fists flying, bodies crashing, wrestlers screaming in battle. Close-ups of fierce eyes, bloodied knuckles, gold belts held high.)

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"And in tonight’s main event… it’s personal. It’s brutal. It’s for the UltraViolence Championship!"

(The screen cuts to split shots of Eric Herrera, a determined scowl carved into his face, then to Daron Smythe, the AWS UltraViolence Champion, clutching his belt with a vicious smirk and a bandaged fist.)

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"Eric Herrera has clawed his way back from the brink… but standing in his way is the man who defines chaos—Daron Smythe. And he’s not giving up that title without a war."

(Video package highlights: Eric hitting the Drowning Current (Modified Leg Hook Reverse STO) on multiple opponents; Daron smashing foes through barbed wire tables, grinning wildly, raising the UltraViolence Championship high over a field of wreckage.)

(Music swells—dark, heavy guitars. Bright flashes reveal the AWS logo rising from flames. Then we slam live into the Jangchung Arena—cameras sweeping over thousands of screaming fans, banners flying, neon smoke drifting through the rafters.)

🎙️ Mia Russo
"We welcome you LIVE to the twisted battleground that is the AWS Champions Carnival 2025! I'm Salmia Russo, joined by my partner-in-mayhem, Ginnifer 'Gidget' Stephenson, and folks—strap in. This night is going to get ugly."

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"It’s Seoul’s turn to stare chaos in the face, Mia! And when the dust settles tonight, only the strongest, the wildest, and the most ruthless will walk out of here holding their heads high—or holding onto a championship!"

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Seven matches… championships on the line… legacies written in blood. Welcome... to the madness."

(Cue pyro—fireballs shoot into the air as the screen shakes with the force of the first entrance theme roaring through the arena... and the carnival of violence truly begins.)

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Match 1: Opening Singles Bout

Ace Sky vs. Medico Muerte
Live from Jangchung Arena – Seoul, South Korea | AWS Champions Carnival 2025

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Here we go, folks! Our opening bout features two high-octane artists of the skies! Ace Sky, the gravity-defying technician and cosmic journeyman, versus the shadowy surgeon of pain—Medico Muerte!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"I hope the roof’s insured, Mia. These two are about to obliterate the ozone layer! But don’t let Muerte’s calm demeanor fool you—he’s stitched up opponents and careers with his merciless precision!"

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The bell rings.

The crowd is already electric as Ace Sky circles the ring, hands raised to the rafters, while Medico Muerte, masked in skeletal white and crimson with black surgical gloves, calmly stalks forward. They lock up, Muerte immediately grabbing a wrist and wrenching it behind Ace's back in a surgical hammerlock.

Ace rolls out, kips up, counters with a headlock takeover. Muerte slithers free and the two pop up to a standoff. The Seoul crowd applauds the technical exchange.

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Mid-Match Highlights:

• Medico hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, then follows with a Sliding Lariat to Ace’s neck. He stalks him, targeting the lower spine with stomps and precise elbow drops.

• Ace fights back with a springboard corkscrew crossbody, landing on his feet as Muerte rolls through—only for Sky to explode with a Roundhouse Kick to the jaw!

• Muerte tries to slow the pace, grounding Ace with a Neck Vise submission, but the crowd claps rhythmically until Ace powers up, backflips out of it, and lands a sudden Enzuigiri!

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Climax:

With the crowd in full swing, Medico Muerte suddenly counters a springboard attempt by catching Ace on his shoulders—he spins him into the setup for his Handspring Cutter finisher, La Cirugía Mortal.

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"He's going for La Cirugía Mortal! He’s hit that on everybody from Tokyo to Tijuana!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"But Ace Sky isn't just everybody!"

As Muerte springs toward the ropes for momentum, Ace Sky spins out mid-air, lands on his feet, and leaps up with precision—

🔥 BAM! — Super Nova Slice (Jumping Spin Heel Kick to the back of the neck!)

Muerte stumbles forward, dazed—

🔥 Ace Sky hits the ropes — returns with the final blow — MARIPOSA TWIST!
(Jumping Corkscrew Neckbreaker out of nowhere!)

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Mariposa Twist connects!! Medico just got taken to another dimension!!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"That’s what happens when you try to play surgeon with the stars!"

Ace covers.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING DING DING!

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Winner: Ace Sky via pinfall
Match Time: 9:47

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🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Ace Sky launches Champions Carnival into orbit with a huge win over a very dangerous Medico Muerte!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"And he did it by reversing a finisher into two of his own—that’s not just a win, that’s a masterclass in aerial artistry!"

(Ace Sky salutes the roaring Seoul crowd, pointing to the heavens before exiting the ring to a thunderous ovation. Medico Muerte rolls out, dazed and clutching his neck, as medics eye him cautiously... fitting irony for the ‘Doctor of Death’.)

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Silver Baron's Segment

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We cut to to the backstage parking lot, where we see a black stretch limo pull into in. The driver steps out, and walks to the back left door. He opens up the door, and two very beautiful, but not overtly recognized ladies walk out, dressed in short and revealing outfits.

The next one to come out was a man dressed with a silver fur collar trench-coat. The camera is able to get a look at his face, and the crowd erupts in excitement.

Mia Russo: Is that...who I think it is?

Gidget Stephenson: It is Mia. It's the Silver Baron!

Mia Russo: The rumors were true. He's here for the rumble!

The Silver Baron and his escorts began to walk away from the limo. The camera follows them as they head into the building.

Silver Baron: Asylum Wrestling Society! What's up? Your dealer is here. The ring is my stage, and it's a world of endless possibilities.

The Silver Baron paused his line of thought there, before he smiled. He moved quickly away from view, but the Camera and escorts followed him. We quickly see that he was approaching the Devil's Titan, Leon Roberts. The two longtime friends embraced.

Leon Roberts: I have been waiting for this.

Silver Baron: Me to. Just wish I had taken a piece out of Derek Wellings myself, considering his bill.

Leon Roberts: In due time. He may never wrestle again, but you'll get what you want.

Silver Baron indeed.

Mia Russo: I'm almost afraid of what kind of mayhem these two can do.

Gidget Stephenson: We've Seen what Leon can do, and the Silver Baron grew up with Leon. Asylum Wrestling Society may never be the same.

Both Leon Roberts and the Silver Baron both turn to the camera.

Leon Roberts: AWS. Tonight will be a night to never forget.

Silver Baron: For when the Silver Baron and the Devil's Titan are together, your nights go from normal, to legendary. You'll probably be asking what will we do. The better question is, what won't we do around here.

Leon Roberts: It's what we do. What I've been saying since day one. AWS. There is no way for you to be prepared for what's coming. But if any of you wish to live life by your own rules, raise hell, and indulge in whatever you want, all you have to do is join us, and be part of the fun. Otherwise, you're going to be just another body that's been victimized beyond repair.

Silver Baron: It's showtime!

Leon Roberts and the Silver Baron both smirk, as they exit the camera view. But unbeknownst to them, they had an audience. The camera saw that Carlotta Paine was in the background. The camera zoom, to see that she seemed to be paying attention. She also had a devious smirk on full display.

Match 2: AWS Temptress Championship Match

AJ McKay (c) vs. Addison Hepburn
AWS Champions Carnival 2025 – Jangchung Arena, Seoul, South Korea

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Hold onto your sanity, Seoul! The AWS Temptress Championship is on the line and tensions between AJ McKay and Addison Hepburn have boiled over in recent weeks."

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"AJ’s been a proud fighting champion, but Addison isn’t just some red-carpet bombshell. She’s got killer instincts, and she wants that title like it’s the leading role of her career!"

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Match Start:

The arena vibrates with anticipation. AJ McKay, in black-and-red gear with the Temptress Championship glittering around her waist, throws up a Texas salute before locking eyes with her challenger. Addison Hepburn, clad in shimmering silver and black with a cruel smirk, blows a kiss mockingly in AJ’s direction.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, and the two immediately clash with fury. Addison goes for a cheap slap—AJ ducks and drills her with forearms. They exchange stiff strikes before AJ scores with a Snap German Suplex, bridging—
ONE! TWO!—Kickout!

Addison scrambles out and retaliates with a basement dropkick to the knee, grounding the champ. She pounces, locking in a modified figure-four necklock, but AJ fights through, flipping Addison overhead with a sudden escape.

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Mid-Match Highlights:

• AJ connects with a Running Corner Dropkick, sending Addison flying. She follows with a Slingshot DDT for a near-fall.

• Addison regains momentum with a Codebreaker to the shoulder, working AJ’s arm and hitting a Single Arm Flatliner. Addison drags her to the ropes, mocking the crowd as she chokes AJ over the middle rope.

• The champ roars back with a Backflip Kick, then a huge McKaybreaker (sit out spinebuster), but Addison kicks out at 2.9!

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Addison Hepburn will not stay down! She’s channeling every ounce of ambition into this match!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"And AJ’s arm is hanging like a wet towel—Addison’s gameplan is paying off!"

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Final Moments:

The match hits a fever pitch. Both women are exhausted, trading shots in the center of the ring. Addison ducks a lariat and springs off the ropes—

🔥 Red Carpet Treatment (Jumping Fameasser)!

AJ bounces off the mat—Addison covers—

ONE! TWO—AJ reverses into a crucifix pin!

ONE! TWO—Addison rolls through!

Suddenly—AJ catches her with a Superkick to the jaw, followed by the Texan Twist (Inverted Death Valley Driver)!

But AJ collapses too—unable to cover right away.

Both crawl—AJ drapes an arm over Addison…

ONE!

TWO!

—BUT—

Addison lifts her shoulder, twists, and hooks AJ’s leg at the same time!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

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Announcer:
"Ladies and gentlemen… the referee has determined that both competitors' shoulders were down for the count of three. As a result… this match has been declared a DRAW!"

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Result: Double Pinfall – Match ruled a draw
AJ McKay retains the AWS Temptress Championship
Match Time: 13:28

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🎙️ Mia Russo:
"WHAT!? Both women had shoulders down? That’s—wait—are we calling this a draw??"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"That was a collision of champions and challengers, and it ended in a dead heat! But the title stays with AJ McKay—barely."

(AJ McKay, still clutching the belt, is helped up by the referee. Addison, furious, shoves the official aside and points furiously at AJ, yelling that she had the match won. The crowd is split—some booing, others cheering.)

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"I don’t think this is over. Not by a long shot. Addison Hepburn came within a heartbeat of becoming champion—and you can bet she won’t let this slide."

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"If AJ McKay thought she had a target on her back before… it just got doubled."

(Addison storms up the ramp, screaming at the commentary desk and pointing at her waist. AJ raises the Temptress Title in defiance—but there’s no celebration. Only unresolved war.)

SESSION NINE: "The Unbroken Myth"

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Subject: The Sphinx (Drake Nygma)

Topic: Fixation on Daron Smythe

Recording Begins

He enters differently this time. No cloak. No glitter. No manic swagger. Just boots crunching on tile and fingers twitching like they’re itching to choke the silence itself.

He doesn't sit. He paces. Back and forth. Back and forth. As if trapped in a maze of his own making. Then, finally—he speaks.

SPHINX: "You want to know why, don’t you? Why do I keep going after Daron Smythe? Why won't I let him fade like the rest?"

He pauses mid-step. Neck cracks once. Then twice.

"Because he’s the last lie they all believe in."

The therapist remains silent, as trained. The Sphinx continues, eyes gleaming.

SPHINX: "They say Daron’s a ‘standard.’ A ‘legend.’ A veteran. A constant. Like gravity, or God, or an old pair of boots. He’s the man who 'earned his place' and 'kept his name clean.' They call him a benchmark…"

He snarls the word.

"A benchmark. You know what that means to me? It means he’s the yardstick they use to measure failure. My failure. Your failure. Everybody's."

He leans closer, voice now low and boiling.

"You lose to Daron? You're not good enough. You beat Daron? 'Well, he's getting old.' You go to war with him? 'You’ll never last as long as he has.' It’s rigged. The myth is rigged."

THERAPIST: "And that makes him a target?"

SPHINX: "No. That makes him a catalyst. He’s the symbol. The pedestal. The golden calf they all bow to while pretending wrestling is still unpredictable. But me?"

He points to his own chest, fingers twitching with erratic rhythm.

"I don’t believe in golden calves. I believe in wildfires."

He finally sits — cross-legged on the floor, like a child whispering a bedtime horror story to a room full of dolls.

"You see… Daron Smythe doesn’t just represent the business. He believes he is the business. That smirk? That grizzled, beer-and-leather confidence? That’s not bravado. That’s religion."

SPHINX: "Every punch he throws is scripture. Every win, a sermon. And they all listen. The crowd. The roster. Management. They believe in him because they’re terrified of what happens when he falls."

Now the voice breaks. Changes. The Sphinx steps out of the spotlight—and Drake Nygma slips through like a knife between ribs. Cold. Clean. Calculated.

DRAKE: "When Daron bleeds, it isn’t just skin. It’s narrative. It’s control. And if I can make him scream — really scream — If I can fracture his myth into a thousand unfix-able pieces…"

He looks up. Calm. Icy.

"…then the rest of the world will have to look at me."

He breathes in through his nose. Eyes shut. Reverent.

"Daron Smythe is their security blanket. So I’ve made it my life’s mission to set it on fire."

THERAPIST: "What do you see when you look at him?"

Drake blinks. The Sphinx grins from beneath the skin, breaking through again with a laugh like rusted carnival gears turning for the first time in years.

SPHINX: "I see a throne built from rusted belts. I see a kingdom of yes-men and tape-wrapped knees. I see a man who thinks surviving means he’s winning."

A beat. His voice drops.

"I see the man I refused to become."

And then… the shift again. The True Sphinx rises. Something burning behind his pupils.

THE TRUE SPHINX: "He doesn’t know it yet. But I am his reckoning. Not because I hate him. But because I want to free him."

He stands now. Face twitching. Grin bleeding across both cheeks.

"I will make him unholy. I will drag him into the deep water. And when he gasps for breath…"

A long pause. He looks to the ceiling, smiling like a prophet staring into the stars.

"…he’ll thank me for the clarity."

[SESSION NINE END.]

Note: Subject exhibits signs of advanced obsessive delusion. Reports indicate he has acquired footage of Daron Smythe's early matches and plays them on loop in his private locker room — muttering the words "cracks in the armour" repeatedly.

Match 3: AWS Ward Tag Team Championship Match

Lone Star Outlaws (Jay & Lance Williams) (c) vs. Dissonant Forces (Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius)
AWS Champions Carnival 2025 – Jangchung Arena, Seoul, South Korea

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Here come the dangerous defenders of tag team gold—the Lone Star Outlaws, brothers from Amarillo who’ve run roughshod through the AWS tag scene!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"But they’ve never faced anything quite like the Dissonant Forces—two minds from entirely different dimensions. ‘The Sphinx’ is a puzzle you can’t solve. Orphius Marius? A walking storm."

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Entrances:

• Lone Star Outlaws ride in on a custom lowrider, dripping in southern pride and championship swagger, the AWS Ward Tag Titles strapped proudly to their waists.

• Dissonant Forces enter under pulsing purple and black strobes. Drake Nygma is cloaked in smoke, his cryptic grin flashing under his plague doctor mask, while Orphius Marius, silent and emotionless, walks like a monolith behind him, the AWS Assault Championship slung over his shoulder.

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Match Start:

DING DING DING!

Jay Williams starts for the Outlaws, opposite Drake Nygma. They circle. Jay goes for a collar-and-elbow tie-up—but Drake slithers underneath, flipping Jay with a sharp arm drag. Jay pops up—only to get dropkicked to the mat!

Lance tags in, charges Nygma—but gets caught in a Pendulum Neckbreaker! Drake tags in Marius, who methodically stomps on Lance with surgical timing before dragging him into a brutal body lock and grinding elbow strikes to the neck.

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Mid-Match Highlights:

• Jay re-enters with a springboard clothesline that floors Marius. He tags Lance, who hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Powerslam on Orphius for a near fall.

• Orphius eats the damage and tags Drake back in. Drake unleashes chaos—spinning elbow strikes, leaping DDTs, and his Sphinx Lock (hanging dragon sleeper) nearly puts Lance out before Jay breaks the hold!

• Orphius clears Jay from the apron with a Big Boot to the floor, and the match breaks down into a brawl.

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Chaos is erupting! No one has control of this one!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"The referee is letting this roll—it’s the Ward Tag Titles, baby!"

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Final Moments:

Jay and Drake are the legal men. Jay hits the Amarillo Jam (flipping leg drop) for a near-fall. He lines up for the Lone Star Cutter—but Drake dodges and counters with the Riddle Breaker (Twisting STO)!

The crowd roars as Drake climbs the turnbuckle—prepping for the Obelisk Drop (Swanton Bomb)—

But then—

🔥 ERIC HERRERA slides in from the crowd, yanks Drake’s foot—and Drake CRASHES crotch-first on the top turnbuckle!

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"WHAT THE HELL!? Eric Herrera?! That’s Drake Nygma’s nemesis!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"Herrera said he wasn’t done with Nygma—and that was a loud message!"

Jay quickly capitalizes—climbing up behind the dazed Sphinx—

🔥 Avalanche Lone Star Cutter from the second rope!!

COVER: ONE! TWO! THREE!

DING DING DING!!

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Winners: Lone Star Outlaws via pinfall
Still AWS Ward Tag Team Champions
Match Time: 14:55

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🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Jay Williams steals it, but you can thank Eric Herrera for that assist!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"And you better believe Dissonant Forces won’t take this lightly. That just poured gasoline on the Herrera-Nygma feud!"

(Eric Herrera smirks up the ramp, unbothered by the chaos behind him. In the ring, Jay and Lance clutch their titles—but there's no celebration. Orphius Marius is already stalking them with ice in his stare, while Drake lies in the corner, seething with fury as he glares toward Herrera.)

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Drake Nygma was inches from gold—and instead, he just got played."

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"Controversy and chaos—that’s what Champions Carnival is built on. And tonight, that tag title scene just went thermonuclear."

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DRAKE'S SEGMENT #2

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The wind howled through the skeleton of the old carnival. Rotting banners flapped in tatters. A carousel moaned as it turned by itself, haunted by a forgotten lullaby warped and slowed by time. Broken clown faces stared blankly from shattered booths. Rusted lights flickered overhead, casting sickly glows over the desecrated funhouse mirrors—each one reflecting a version of madness twisted just slightly off-center.

And in the heart of it all, standing atop the wreckage of what once might have been the prize booth—arms outstretched like a conductor summoning an orchestra of screams—stood The Sphinx.

Drake Nygma.

His coat fluttered like wings in the bitter wind. Red and gold, slashed with oil and blood. His smile was carved in place, though it never reached those eyes—those awful, glittering eyes that saw everything and spared nothing. His face, painted with smears of symbolic war—one half theater, one half slaughterhouse—gleamed under the carnival lights.

A guttural laugh scraped its way out of his throat. He clutched a cracked megaphone in one hand, and in the other? A marionette. Dressed just like Eric Herrera.

“OHHHHH, ERIC!” The Sphinx cooed into the static megaphone, voice lilting like a lullaby delivered with a razor’s edge. “Eric, Eric, Eric... Look what the cat dragged back from whatever little hole you were playing king in. And now—nowwwww—you think this is still your kingdom?”

He turned sharply and drove a boot into the head of a plastic clown. It shattered. A puff of sawdust and something black drifted into the air like ash. He inhaled deeply.

“Smells like failure,” he mused, then giggled. “And rotten popcorn.”

A flash of rage cracked through him. The megaphone hit the ground with a metallic shriek. His expression darkened to something primal. 

“This was mine. AWS was mine.” He snarled, pacing now, eyes darting like a jackal’s. “I bled for it. Broke it. Rebuilt it. And you think you can just… waltz in and pretend it stayed frozen in time like some little snowglobe fantasy?”

He stopped. Tilted his head. That smile returned—but it was wrong. Too wide. Too certain.

“Let me tell you what this place really is, ‘champ.’” His voice dropped to a rasp. A whisper dipped in poison.“It’s not a playground. Not a battlefield. Not a promotion.” He bent down and ran his fingers through the dirt, then held it up—blackened, choked with decay. “It’s a graveyard. One filled with wide-eyed idiots and swaggering buffoons who thought they were stars.” His gaze lifted again. It was pure flame.

“And I’m the man who digs the holes.”

Another laugh. Louder now. Echoing through the carnival ruins like a war cry in a madhouse.“I put them down, Eric. I carve their legacies into tombstones and plant them like weeds! The roster? HA! The roster is nothing but meat waiting to rot. Fools with microphones. Mannequins playing war. And YOU—YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER NAME TO SCRATCH INTO THE WALLS.”

He dragged a knife across one of the funhouse mirrors. It shrieked as glass spidered outward. In the fractured reflection, dozens of versions of The Sphinx stared back, each more monstrous than the last.

“Don’t worry, old friend…” he said softly, cradling the Eric puppet like a baby. “We’ll give you a nice little plot. Right between the last idiot who underestimated me and the next one still waiting in gorilla. I’ll even leave flowers.”

He stepped forward into the flickering spotlight of a dangling ride, face illuminated in full.

“And when the lights go out again—when the last laugh’s been bled out of your lungs—I’ll still be here, laughing for you.”

The Sphinx’s eyes glinted.

“Because monsters don’t retire, Eric.”

A slow, deliberate blink.

“We reign.”

And somewhere in the distance, the carousel groaned back to life.

A wide shot of the ruined carnival. The camera slowly crawls through rusted turnstiles, past scorched food stands, over the twisted bones of bumper cars and fallen rides. Soot-streaked mascots hang limp from nooses of carnival rope. Fireworks, dead and melted, lie in heaps. All is silent—except for the music box waltz echoing faintly in the background. It skips.

Suddenly—

The camera jerks upward.

There he is.

The Sphinx.

Perched atop the carousel like a prophet of ruin. Head tilted. Arms out like wings. The carousel spins slowly beneath him, metal shrieking with each rotation. Above him, a neon sign flickers violently: WELCOME BACK, ERIC. The letters spark and sizzle until the sign reads simply: WELC _ DEATH.

“Ahhh... there he is.” The Sphinx’s voice slithers through the speakers, smooth and venomous. “The Prodigal Puppet has returned.”
He hops down. The carousel keeps spinning. Behind him, a billboard shows black-and-white footage of Eric Herrera in his prime—hoisting belts, rallying crowds, giving proud locker room speeches. The Sphinx walks toward it.

Snap.

He raises a nail gun. BLAM. A spike pierces Eric’s smiling face.

“Funny, isn’t it?” he purrs. “The way time erases you. The way it peels off your crown and uses it to choke you. You left thinking this place would wait for you, didn't you? Thought AWS would tuck itself in and whisper bedtime stories until Daddy Eric came back to kiss it goodnight…”

He snorts. Wipes a smear of grease across his mouth.

“...But the kingdom’s been redecorated, sunshine. And I don’t do bedtime stories. I do eulogies.”

The screen flickers again. Images flash: shattered titles. Bloody boots. Faces of former stars—crossed out with red paint.

“Everyone wants to be king until they see the corpses it takes to build a throne. But me?” He grins, teeth like knives. “I dance on their bones.”

He spins in a slow circle, arms outstretched as the camera pulls back—revealing the surrounding chaos: dozens of AWS logos, torn and burning. Cardboard cutouts of the roster hang like effigies. On each one is a single word: “FORGOTTEN.”

“And you, Eric? You’re not the king anymore. You’re just the next to fall. Because AWS doesn’t need a savior. It needs a butcher.”

He approaches the camera now, dead-on. His eyes are like fire. His voice softens—uncomfortably intimate.

“I don’t want your legacy. I want your bones.”

A beat.

“I want your name dragged through the dirt until it sounds like a punchline. I want your reflection to cry for help. I want your fans to forget the taste of hope.”

He chuckles—low and crawling.

“Because when I’m done, the only thing left standing in this graveyard will be me. The last laugh. The final scream. The eternal god of the broken.”

A match is struck.

He flicks it toward the carousel.

Flames explode.

Everything ignites. The screen fills with fire and laughter.

As the transmission burns out, The Sphinx's final words slice through static:

“This isn’t your homecoming, Eric. It’s your burial.”

The flames rage behind him.

The carousel melts. The effigies collapse. The carnival screams in firelight.

But The Sphinx?

He sits calmly now. Cross-legged in the center of the chaos, lit by a single flickering spotlight. A tattered children’s book rests in his lap, stained with blood and ash. The cover reads: “The Boy Who Thought Monsters Weren’t Real.”

He opens it slowly, reverently, as if performing a sacred rite. His voice softens—silk over steel. He begins to read.

“Once upon a time, in a world of lights and lies, there was a little boy who thought monsters only lived under the bed…”

He looks up. Smiles wide. But not kind.

“He wore a crown. Told stories. Thought himself brave. But he forgot...”

He turns the page. The picture shows a cartoon king smiling in a golden ring.

“Monsters don’t live under beds.”

“They live behind masks.”

Another page. The king is surrounded now—dozens of eyes in the dark. Teeth smiling.

“He thought if he stood tall, and shouted loud enough, the monsters would run away…”

A pause. His eyes burn through the camera.

“But monsters don’t run.They wait.”

He slowly shuts the book.

Then whispers—more to the fire, more to himself, more to the dead:

“And when the boy came home…the monster was already there.Wearing his clothes.Sleeping in his bed.Laughing in his mirror.”

He gently pats the closed book.

“The end.”

A long silence.

Only the crackle of fire now.

Then—his grin widens, his eyes never blink.

“Sleep tight, Eric.Don’t let the Sphinx bite.”

The screen cuts to black.

A final image appears in blood-red text:

“AWS BELONGS TO ME.”

🏆 Intercontinental Championship Gauntlet Match

Participants: Lauren Harris, Freddie Roberts (no relation), Leon Roberts, KD Feigel, Lindsey Flare, TJ Alexander
Stipulation: Two wrestlers start. After each elimination (by pinfall or submission), a new competitor enters. Last person standing becomes the new AWS Intercontinental Champion.

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Entrant #1: KD Feigel

Entrant #2: Lauren Harris

The lights flicker as KD Feigel, the unpredictable “Klown Prince” of AWS, struts to the ring to a warped carnival theme, laughing maniacally. His face paint is smeared from earlier antics, but he’s locked in. Lauren Harris follows with a calm, clinical aura — precision and poise in every step.

They trade holds early, Harris targeting KD’s left arm to neutralize his striking. KD, however, snaps into chaos-mode — biting, eye rakes, and a sudden springboard cutter. Harris counters with a codebreaker to the arm and locks in a modified cross armbreaker.

KD screams, twists, somehow rolls Lauren into a flash Kaos Cradle pin — and just like that:

Eliminated: Lauren Harris via pinfall (by KD Feigel)
⏱ Time: 7:52

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Entrant #3: Lindsey Flare

The fiery Flare storms in with a flurry of superkicks and shotgun dropkicks. She overwhelms KD, launching him into the turnbuckle with a running knee strike. Feigel stumbles out into a fisherman’s buster — but kicks out at 2.9!

KD rallies with a jester's spinning heel kick, followed by a Kaos Effect (jumping reverse STO), but Lindsey rolls through! Pop-up knee strike!

She climbs… 450 Splash!
1! 2! 3!

Eliminated: KD Feigel via pinfall (by Lindsey Flare)
⏱ Time: 15:36

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Entrant #4: Freddie Roberts

Freddie, the no-nonsense technician from Manchester, wastes no time. He targets Flare’s back with a precise gameplan — German suplexes, dragon screws, and even a sharpshooter.

Lindsey fights with heart, hitting a jawbreaker counter and a sudden roundhouse kick. She tries for another 450 Splash, but Freddie rolls and catches her in a European Clutch!
1! 2! 3!

Eliminated: Lindsey Flare via pinfall (by Freddie Roberts)
⏱ Time: 22:05

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Entrant #5: Leon Roberts

The crowd erupts as Leon Roberts enters — towering, brooding, focused. Brother of no one in the match, but an undeniable presence. He and Freddie circle like wolves before locking up.

This battle is methodical and brutal — uppercuts, spinebusters, stiff lariats. Freddie tries for a crossface, but Leon powers out, deadlifting him into a gutwrench powerbomb.

Leon stalks and nails a Skyhammer (diving lariat off the top rope) to end his namesake opponent.

Eliminated: Freddie Roberts via pinfall (by Leon Roberts)
⏱ Time: 31:17

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Final Entrant: TJ Alexander

TJ Alexander, “The Technical Savage,” rushes in with momentum. He hits a springboard forearm immediately and a snap DDT for a near fall. Leon powers out, but TJ keeps the pressure with his hybrid arsenal — snap dragon suplex, hook kicks, rolling elbow.

Leon absorbs the punishment and unleashes a short-arm lariat, but TJ flips out of a second! He goes for the Game Changer (running knee strike) — but Leon catches him mid-run with a pop-up powerbomb!

Leon hoists TJ up…

"ROBERTS' RECKONING!"
(A crucifix lift into a sit-out side slam)
1! 2! 3!

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🏆 Winner: Leon Roberts via pinfall on TJ Alexander

⏱ Total Match Time: 41:09

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🎉 Result: Leon Roberts is the NEW AWS Intercontinental Champion!

As his hand is raised, confetti rains down. Leon stands tall, exhausted but unbroken, championship slung over one shoulder. He glances up at the Champions Carnival banner, soaking in the moment. On commentary, Salmia Russo exclaims:

"Leon Roberts just survived a gauntlet of greatness! And now… he wears Intercontinental gold!"

Ginnifer Stephenson follows:

"From shadows to spotlight — Leon Roberts just carved his legacy in stone tonight!"

Fade out on Leon standing at the top of the ramp, title high above his head.

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DARON SMYTHE'S SEGMENT

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The camera fades in to a dimly lit backstage interview area, where AWS Interviewer Laura Andersen stands ready with a mic in hand. Behind her is a large “AWS Champions Carnival” banner. She’s joined by the intense and focused AWS UltraViolence Champion, #1 Daron Smythe, with the championship draped proudly over his shoulder.

LAURA: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just moments away from the AWS UltraViolence Championship being defended here at Champions Carnival, and I am standing by with the man who holds that title, "#1" Daron Smythe. Daron, after a few delays, the Carnival is finally here. How are you feeling?

DARON: Relieved. Focused. Hungry. Look, when I signed on with AWS, I told the office to send me wherever, whenever—just let me know when it’s time to fight. I’ve been around long enough to understand that things don’t always run like clockwork in pro wrestling, but when that bell rings, you’d better be ready.

And that’s where I live—where the “Two Cs” matter most: cash and competition. The paycheck already cleared my direct deposit. Now it’s time for the part I really enjoy. The fight.

LAURA: And tonight’s fight is against a man who’s beaten you twice in non-title matches—Eric Herrera. What’s your mindset heading into this one?

DARON: Honest? Focused. The first time Eric beat me, he had to cheat outright. Blatant. I got caught slippin’. That’s on me. The second time? Same story—got too comfortable, didn’t keep my head on a swivel. That’s the part that stings. I took him lightly. I shouldn't have.

But you know what? I thank Eric for that. Seriously. Because that was a wake-up call. A reminder that in this business, you don’t get second chances—you take them. And tonight, I take mine. Make no mistake about it, Laura, I’m going to prove why I’m the man to lead AWS into the future.

LAURA: Eric has said he’s one of the cornerstones of this company…

DARON: Maybe that was true—a decade ago. Now? He’s trying to act like the foundation of a house that’s already been remodeled without him. And let’s talk about how he just waltzed back into AWS and got a title shot. Funny how that works when your stepdad is the owner, right?

I grew up in a small town where I watched the kids of local business owners inherit everything without lifting a damn finger. Meanwhile, I was out there fighting, scraping, earning every inch. I used to be bitter about that. But now? I’m thankful. Because it taught me that nothing worth having is handed to you.

LAURA: So you don’t believe Eric Herrera has earned this match?

DARON: Let me put it this way—I checked in on this match a month ago. Emailed the office, called, made sure we were still on. You know what I heard about Eric? Nothing. Not a word. Radio silence. That’s the difference between me and everyone else. I always show up. No excuses. No no-shows. Just results.

So if Eric thinks he’s gonna roll in here tonight and take this title from me? He’s dead wrong. I hope he’s ready. Because I am. And when it’s all said and done, he’ll find out exactly why I’m the #1 man in all of professional wrestling… and why this UltraViolence Championship is going nowhere.

LAURA: Strong words from the champion. Best of luck tonight, Daron.

DARON: Luck’s for people who aren’t prepared. I’m always prepared.

Daron adjusts the UltraViolence Championship on his shoulder and walks off frame with determination in his eyes as the camera fades out.

AWS Champions Carnival Rumble Match
#1 Contender’s Match for the AWS UltraViolence or AWS Assault Championship
Match Time: 64 Minutes | Two Rings | 40 Participants

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[The Setting]
Tokyo Dome is blacked out in silence before exploding into a riot of twisted colors and pyrotechnics. The Champions Carnival logo pulses across the jumbotron like a heartbeat of madness. The crowd is a roaring sea of anticipation as the twin rings—joined by a small catwalk bridge—gleam under the flickering light. Two rings. One winner. Absolute chaos.

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[Commentary Team]
“Salmia 'Mia' Russo” – “This is it, folks—the Rumble to determine the next top challenger in AWS! UltraViolence or Assault Champion beware!”
“Ginnifer 'Gidget' Stephenson” – “And with Orphius Marius, the reigning Assault Champ, voluntarily throwing himself into the fray? You know this one’s gonna get personal.”

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Entrants #1 and #2: Kieren Yoshida and Carlotta Paine
The bell tolls. Carlotta smirks as she steps through the ropes, trading strikes with the stoic Yoshida. The opening is stiff and brutal, a classic strong-style standoff.

Entrants #3-10: Dragonlistico, Velma Rossi, Shaquille Engle, Lord Archibald Kensington, Monster Mack, Shantez Christopher, Amir Al-Hassan, Cynthi Dunn
The ring fills quickly with heavy hitters and ring generals. Monster Mack steamrolls Lord Kensington with a running body avalanche. Dragonlistico launches across both rings with a top rope springboard, flattening Amir and Velma. Cynthi Dunn nearly eliminates Shantez but holds on via bottom rope split.

First Elimination:
Kensington eliminated by Monster Mack (5:41) – After a failed attempt to charm Carlotta with a bow and hand kiss, he's unceremoniously gorilla pressed and tossed.

Entrants #11-20: J’Marcus Boothe, Leon Roberts, Waylon Howards, Maizy Luna, Petra Schreiber, Brandy Danielle, Jessi Sinclair, Jamie Sinclair, Kenzi, Micah
Momentum surges as rising stars and tag specialists pour in. The Sinclairs target Petra and nearly toss her—until Maizy Luna springboards off the corner into a moonsault dropkick, saving Petra and taking out both Sinclairs temporarily.

Big Elimination Sequence:
Shaquille Engle eliminated by Leon Roberts (13:33)
Jessi Sinclair eliminated by Petra Schreiber (14:21)
Jamie Sinclair eliminated by Maizy Luna (14:23)
Brandy Danielle eliminated by KD Feigel (16:03)

Entrants #21-30: KD Feigel, Adam Kaos, Jonathan Kaos, Abbie Kaos, Drake Nygma, Orphius Marius, Lexie Laren, Jenny Kay, Donavan Di Niro, Adrian Cole
Now the Kaos Faction arrives in waves, turning one ring into a bloodbath. Abbie Kaos rips into Micah with a steel boot to the jaw. Adam Kaos plants Waylon with a Kaotic Driver. Drake Nygma and Orphius Marius enter back-to-back—together at first, double-teaming J'Marcus Boothe.

Shocking Turn:
Drake saves Orphius from elimination by Adam Kaos—but they glare at each other uneasily afterward.

Eliminations Flood In:
Velma Rossi eliminated by Lexie Laren (24:12)
Dragonlistico eliminated by Orphius Marius (25:01)
Maizy Luna eliminated by Abbie Kaos (27:17)
Cynthi Dunn eliminated by Jonathan Kaos (27:33)
Petra Schreiber eliminated by Adam Kaos (28:41)
Donavan Di Niro eliminated by Drake Nygma (29:58)

Entrants #31-40: Kat Genovesi, Damien Kostich, Giovanni Sabbatini, Giancarlo Mazzanti, Summer Rayne, Asena Mathews, Silver Baron, Mya Lee, KD Feigel (re-entry via rule twist), and Shantez Christopher (never eliminated earlier)
Summer Rayne enters to a monster pop and clears house with rapid-fire dropkicks and spinning neckbreakers. Kat and Giancarlo cut the ring off from the Kaos unit, brawling as Victor Gotti barks orders at ringside.

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Final 8:

• Drake Nygma

• Orphius Marius

• Leon Roberts

• Summer Rayne

• Abbie Kaos

• Kat Genovesi

• Giancarlo Mazzanti

• KD Feigel

Abbie Kaos eliminated by Summer Rayne (52:13)
Kat Genovesi eliminated by Leon Roberts (53:45)
Giancarlo Mazzanti eliminated by Orphius Marius (54:21)
KD Feigel eliminated by Drake Nygma (56:02)

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Final 4:

• Drake Nygma

• Orphius Marius

• Summer Rayne

• Leon Roberts

Leon Roberts fights valiantly, nearly suplexing Orphius out, but Summer surprises him with a spinning back heel kick over the ropes.
Leon eliminated by Summer Rayne (58:17)

Final 3:
Drake, Summer, Orphius. The tag partner tension rises. Drake and Orphius turn on Summer together with brutal efficiency.

But Summer counters with a desperation spear, sending Orphius staggering—and Drake halts her follow-up…

Then Drake SHOVES Summer out mid-move.
Summer Rayne eliminated by Drake Nygma (61:22)

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Final Two:
Drake Nygma vs. Orphius Marius

The crowd explodes. Two brothers in arms—tag partners—face to face.

They circle. No words. Only fists.

The brawl is primal. No flash, just forearms, suplexes, and teeth-gritting desperation. Orphius nearly hits The Narcissist’s Spiral, but Drake counters mid-rotation, lifting Orphius with a deadweight back body drop over the top rope.

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Final Elimination: Orphius Marius by Drake Nygma (63:49)

WINNER: Drake Nygma
Time: 64:00

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[Post-Match Scene]
Drake collapses to one knee, blood on his lip, eyes locked with Orphius on the outside. A beat. Then Orphius nods… barely.

Drake’s expression? Unreadable.

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Gidget: “HE DID IT! Drake Nygma survives his partner and 39 other stars—he’s got a golden ticket to either title!”
Mia: “But at what cost? Trust? Brotherhood? Drake Nygma just threw Orphius Marius to the wolves…”

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Main Event – AWS UltraViolence Championship

Circle of Steel Death Match

Daron Smythe (c) vs. Eric Herrera
AWS Champions Carnival 2025 – Jangchung Arena, Seoul, South Korea

Match Stipulation:

• Takes place inside a large circle of cars with trunks and hoods sealed shut.

• Between each car is a barrel—some contain weapons, others are lit on fire.

• The only way to win is by beating your opponent until they cannot answer the referee's 10-count.

• Escape or entering any vehicle results in automatic disqualification.

• The champion’s advantage is void. No rules. No mercy.

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Pre-Match Atmosphere

The crowd stands in awed silence as the arena dims. Engine revs and steel groans echo over the PA as spotlights swing down to the parking lot-like battlefield on the arena floor.

Twenty rusting, graffitied cars form a crude circle. Flaming barrels flicker ominously between each vehicle. Some glow red-hot with fire. Others hide silhouettes of barbed wire bats, chains, sledgehammers, and other tools of carnage.

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"All roads in AWS lead to this… The Circle of Steel. There is no sanctuary here. Only pain."

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"This isn’t a match. It’s an execution ground. And tonight, the UltraViolence Champion Daron Smythe defends against the last man to beat him one-on-one… Eric Herrera."

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Entrances

Eric Herrera enters first—hood pulled low, face full of grim fury. He walks down through the arena crowd like a man walking toward his own funeral, crowbar in hand. He slides into the circle and points directly at the flaming barrels, nodding once.

Daron Smythe follows, dragging the AWS UltraViolence Championship along the pavement, sparking it behind him. Blood already dried on his knuckles from earlier. He climbs into the circle and spits toward Eric’s boots.

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"No introductions. No ring. No ropes. Just two men… and the steel."

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THE BELL TOLLS

DING DING DING!

Smythe and Herrera meet in the middle with a CRACK!—crowbar to steel pipe. They circle like wolves, then collide violently. Blood spills within seconds. Smythe gouges Herrera’s forehead with a rusty screwdriver from one barrel; Eric replies by slamming Smythe face-first into a car door with a thunderous clang.

The battle spills from car to car—neither man letting up.

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Highlights of Carnage:

• Eric smashes a barrel lid over Smythe’s back, then flings him into the hood of a ‘98 Buick, denting it into a V-shape.

• Smythe retaliates by hurling a flaming trashcan lid into Herrera’s ribs, then suplexes him into the side of a Honda Civic—shattering the driver-side mirror.

• Herrera retrieves a wrapped bundle of light tubes from a barrel and swings for the fences—Smythe ducks, lifts him up—Back Suplex ONTO THE TUBES. Glass and blood everywhere.

• Daron drags Eric toward a flaming barrel—tries to shove his face into it—but Herrera low-blows him, then PILEDRIVES him onto a tire iron left on the concrete.

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"This is madness! They’re not fighting to win—they’re fighting to end each other’s careers!"

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Final Sequence

Both men are staggering—barely conscious, covered in blood, soot, and burns.

Eric finds a sledgehammer and lines up for the kill. He charges—
Smythe dodges!
Eric accidentally smashes the headlight of a nearby car, and the hammer ricochets into his own shoulder.

Smythe grabs a steel chain, wraps it around his arm, and begins repeated elbow strikes to Eric’s jaw.

Both collapse onto the concrete. The referee checks on them.

No movement.
No response.

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"They’re both down! They haven’t moved in nearly ten seconds!"

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Referee Begins the Count

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
TEN!!!

DING DING DING!!!

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Result: Double Knockout – Draw

Daron Smythe retains the AWS UltraViolence Championship

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The crowd is stunned. The camera zooms in on the motionless bodies—Herrera’s arm draped limply across a cracked windshield… Smythe’s face face-down in a puddle of his own blood and broken glass.

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"That’s not a victory. That’s a survival. And just barely."

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Neither man could answer the ten count. But by virtue of the rules… Smythe retains. But what’s left of him?"

Medics rush the circle as the flaming barrels flicker behind them. One medic grabs fire extinguishers as smoke rolls in across the arena floor.

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Camera cuts to the stage.

THE CASH-IN: ETHAN MURPHY STRIKES

(The ring is a scene of destruction. Daron Smythe and Eric Herrera lie in the wreckage—unmoving, their bodies broken after a double ten-count draw inside the Circle of Steel. Officials are attempting to assist them. The cage is lifted, the crowd still buzzing in disbelief… until—)

🎵 A chilling siren blares… the lights pulse blood-red…

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"Wait a minute... wait a minute… NO WAY! That’s—THAT’S ETHAN MURPHY’S MUSIC!!"

(The crowd erupts into a chaotic mix of shock and anticipation as Ethan Murphy steps through the curtain, black trench coat flaring, the Men’s Demon Case in hand and a cold, merciless smile carved across his face.)

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"Don’t tell me—don’t tell me this sick bastard is really going to do it right now…"

(Murphy slides into the ring, brushing past stunned officials, yelling to the timekeeper and referee. He throws the Demon Case down, stomping his foot in the center of the bloodstained ring.)

🛎️ OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:
"Ladies and gentlemen… Ethan Murphy is cashing in his Men’s Demon Case! This is now an official AWS UltraViolence Championship match!"

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"This man waited until both Daron Smythe and Eric Herrera were carcasses—and now he’s picking the bones!"

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AWS ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP – IMMEDIATE CASH-IN

Daron Smythe (c) vs. Ethan Murphy

Murphy wastes no time—STOMP TO HERRERA!
Then he turns—STOMP TO SMYTHE!

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"Two Stomps. Two final nails in the coffin!"

Murphy drops to his knees, blood still fresh on the mat beneath him, and hooks Daron Smythe’s leg—

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

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🩸 NEW AWS ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPION: ETHAN MURPHY

Match Time (Cash-in): 0:34

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🎙️ Mia Russo:
"The horror… the horror! Ethan Murphy just committed robbery in Seoul!"

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"That’s not a robbery, Mia… that’s calculated annihilation. Smythe and Herrera gave us a war—and Murphy just stepped over the corpses to take the crown."

(The referee raises Murphy’s hand as he clutches the UltraViolence Championship to his chest, a wicked grin smeared across his blood-specked face. Flashbulbs burst through the darkness as red lighting pulses with his victory. The fans chant “YOU SICK F**!” while Murphy stands tall over both fallen titans.*)

🎙️ Mia Russo:
"The Demon Case is meant to give someone opportunity… but this? This was a damnation."

🎙️ Gidget Stephenson:
"Daron Smythe didn’t lose the war. Eric Herrera didn’t win it. But Ethan Murphy? He claimed the throne of UltraViolence, and left two legacies gasping in the dust."

(As Champions Carnival fades out, the last image is burned into memory—Ethan Murphy, laughing, standing atop a broken battlefield, the AWS UltraViolence Championship raised to the sky as chaos reigns.)

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