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
2300 Arena in Philadelphia 06/30/2025

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Camera fades in from black

[Wide shot of the arena — lights flicker, crimson strobes slice through smoke as 1,300 rabid AWS faithful roar with thunderous anticipation.]

🎶 [Distorted remix of “Asylum” by Disturbed blares over the PA system, enhanced with new metallic riffs and vintage voice samples from AWS’s greatest moments.]

[The camera zooms across the custom-built 6-sided “WardZone” ring. Steel scaffolding towers over the entrance ramp, lined with digital LED screens pulsing “AWS XXV” in blood-red and silver glitch font. Flames erupt from the ramp corners as the crowd chants:]

CROWD: “A-W-S! A-W-S! A-W-S!”

[Cut to commentary desk, where SALMIA “MIA” RUSSO stands at ringside in a black leather jacket with silver spikes, flanked by GINNIFER “GIDGET” STEPHENSON in a glittering crimson blazer.]

MIA RUSSO (excited, yelling over crowd noise):

“Twenty-five years, Gidget! TWENTY-FIVE YEARS of madness, mayhem, and unmatched ultraviolence — and tonight, it’s all on the line in the most chaotic Monday Night Ward in AWS history!”

GIDGET STEPHENSON (grinning with adrenaline):

“From the very first blood-soaked brawl in an abandoned tuberculosis hospital to standing here in a sold-out 2300 Arena — AWS has never backed down, never sold out, and tonight we celebrate that carnage-soaked legacy with EIGHT jaw-dropping matches!”

[Cue drone shot over the crowd as it dips toward the ring.]

MIA RUSSO:

“We kick things off with the return of the 25th Anniversary Battle Royal, and for the first time ever — it’s for the Blank Check Briefcase! The winner gets a title shot... ANY title, ANY time, ANYWHERE! You don’t just win a match tonight, you win control of your destiny!”

GIDGET STEPHENSON:

“And then, Mia — the Main Event? Let’s just say it isn’t for the weak of heart. Six of the most dangerous, disturbed, and decorated names in AWS history go to war in a Death Match Gauntlet for the AWS Legacy Championship!”

[Split screen showing clips of the six competitors intercut with black-and-white flashbacks:]

Leon Roberts dragging barbed wire across a steel cage

Ethan Murphy diving through a flaming table

Daron Smythe locking in a chokehold drenched in blood

Summer Rayne silhouetted in lightning, laughing with a kendo stick in hand

Drake Nygma crawling through shattered glass with a crimson smile

Roger Williams pulling himself up from the wreckage of a scaffold fall

GIDGET STEPHENSON:

“Leon. Ethan. Daron. Summer. Drake. Roger. Six legends, one championship, and no rules. The only way to survive is to embrace the pain.”

[Cut back to ringside as spotlights circle the crowd. A countdown flashes on the LED ramp screen: “00:00:10”]

MIA RUSSO (standing now):

“So buckle up, freaks — you’re not watching just another episode. You’re witnessing the Silver Blood Anniversary of the most twisted wrestling show on Earth. This is AWS. This is Ward!”

GIDGET STEPHENSON (screaming):

“LET THE MADNESS BEGIN!”

[Countdown hits zero. Pyro explodes across the stage. “WARD Begins NOW” flashes on screen in jagged red font as the crowd erupts.]

🎶 “TIME TO MAKE HISTORY OR BECOME A MEMORY!”

[Fade to ringside with chaos ready to explode.]

AWS Monday Night Ward 25th Anniversary begins... NOW.

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AWS Parental Advisory Championship
Triple Threat Ladder Match
Cameron Tyler vs. Ace Sky vs. Mike Dimter

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[Bell Rings]

The crowd inside the sold-out Ward Arena is on their feet as three ladders stand ominously around the ring, and above it, suspended high, is the AWS Parental Advisory Championship—its black chrome plates glinting under the house lights. Commentary reminds us that this is a no-rules, high-risk match to crown the first champion in months after the title was vacated under controversial circumstances.

All three men waste no time. Ace Sky uses his blistering agility early, launching himself into a headscissors takedown on Mike Dimter, then springboarding off the ropes into a hurricanrana on Cameron Tyler. Ace flips up to his feet, only to get leveled by a brutal clothesline from Dimter. Dimter drags a ladder into the ring early and begins setting it up—but Tyler cuts him off, throwing hard forearms into Dimter's jaw and powerbombing him onto the ladder’s edge with a sickening crunch.

Tyler starts to climb—but Ace Sky springboards off another ladder outside the ring, landing on the top rope and dropkicking the ladder out from under Cameron in one of the most jaw-dropping moments of the match. The crowd erupts in a massive “HOLY S—!” chant.

Ace goes for a climb, his fingertips grazing the title—until Dimter throws a steel chair like a javelin into his spine. Ace crashes to the mat, writhing in pain. Dimter sets up another ladder parallel to the first, trying to create a bridge between the ropes and the main ladder.

Dimter climbs again—but this time, Cameron Tyler springboards off the apron onto the top rope and leaps up, grabbing Dimter from behind and delivering a reverse Spanish Fly off the ladder, sending both men through the bridged ladder in a violent explosion of metal and limbs. The arena loses its mind.

All three men lie motionless for a beat.

Ace Sky, holding his ribs, stirs first. He climbs a smaller ladder, inching upward, but Tyler somehow crawls up the opposite side. The two brawl at the top—forearms, punches, desperation. Dimter pulls a table into the ring—then soaks it in lighter fluid, lights it, and slides it near the ladder like a demented pyromaniac watching from below.

Tyler headbutts Ace Sky, stunning him. Then, in one desperate lunge, Cameron Tyler knocks Ace from the ladder, sending him flying off the top and through the flaming table below. Security rushes to ringside as Ace lays broken in the wreckage, fire extinguishers flaring. The fans are losing it.

Tyler steadies himself—and with blood on his face, back torn up from splinters, he unhooks the AWS Parental Advisory Championship.

[Winner: Cameron Tyler – New AWS Parental Advisory Champion – 16:45]

[Post-Match Chaos]

As EMTs check on Ace Sky, Cameron Tyler tries to sit up on the ladder, clutching the championship in exhaustion. But from behind—Mike Dimter attacks!

He smashes a chair across Tyler’s back, then brutalizes him with a running Death Valley Driver onto a second ladder still in the ring. Dimter slides out and pulls another flaming table from under the ring, lights it up, and chokeslams Ace Sky through it again, screaming in rage.

Dimter grabs a third flaming table, sets it up inside the ring, drags the lifeless Cameron Tyler onto his shoulders, and delivers a Running Powerslam through the fire, smoke billowing through the arena as the crowd watches in stunned horror.

Dimter picks up the AWS Parental Advisory Championship, holds it high above his head while standing in the middle of the carnage, and yells:
“THIS IS MY BELT! THIS IS MY ERA!”

With medics scrambling to extinguish flames and tend to the damage, Mike Dimter walks out—with the title in hand.

Commentary:
"Cameron Tyler won the match—but Mike Dimter just stole the moment. What the hell does this mean for the future of the AWS Parental Advisory Championship?!"

AWS 5150 Championship
(AWS Pride Championship & AWS Television Championship)
First Blood Match
Jamal Payne © vs. Silver Baron ©

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🔔 INTRODUCTION

Mia Russo: "This is what AWS does best, Gidget — smash two champions together under one unforgiving stipulation and let the blood decide their fate!"

Gidget Stephenson: "And tonight, it ain’t about pinfalls. It ain’t about submissions. The only way to win is to make your opponent bleed. This is the First Blood Match for the AWS 5150 Championship — unifying the AWS Pride and AWS Television titles into one!"

The lights dim. A deep, ominous bass rumbles through the arena.

🎵 Silver Baron enters first

A wall of silver and neon flickers to life as Silver Baron emerges through the curtain in his signature tailored combat gear — a fusion of street brawler and postmodern aristocrat. With the AWS Television Championship draped over his shoulder, he slowly walks to the ring, twirling a silver-tipped cane laced with barbed wire at its end.

He removes his coat with dramatic flair, revealing taped fists and an unsettling smirk.

Mia: "Silver Baron thrives in chaos, but a First Blood match? This is a different kind of battlefield. No scorecards. No finesse. Just survival."

🎵 "Break Ya Neck" hits. Out comes Jamal Payne.

The crowd explodes as Jamal Payne, the AWS Pride Champion, stomps out with rage in his eyes. Wrapped in a blood-red hoodie, he rips it off to reveal his chiseled frame — scars, welts, and tattooed battle lines. He hoists the AWS Pride Championship high before sliding into the ring with a steel chair already in hand.

Gidget: "This man doesn’t just fight. He wages war. He bleeds for causes, not glory. But tonight? He’s the cause AND the glory."

The bell rings. The tension is razor-wire thick.

Silver Baron plays defense early, ducking behind the ref, teasing Payne with jabs, trying to force him to overcommit. Payne, however, stays grounded, cornering Baron with clubbing blows to the ribs, before launching him into the turnbuckle with enough force to rattle the ring.

Payne charges for a splash — Baron sidesteps, and Payne hits the steel post shoulder-first.

Baron immediately slides outside and yanks a toolbox from under the ring — he tosses it in. Wrenches, pliers, and a wooden mallet spill across the canvas like candy at a funeral.

Silver Baron targets Payne’s face, grinding a metal file against his forehead. Payne roars back with a belly-to-belly suplex onto the open toolbox — tools skitter everywhere, and Baron rolls to the outside in agony.

Payne follows, dragging Baron by the hair and whipping him face-first into the steel ring steps. He grabs a rusted sheet of metal from under the ring, raising it above his head—

WHAM! Baron counters with a low blow followed by a DDT onto the ramp. Still, no blood.

Inside the ring, Baron produces his silver-tipped cane — now clearly wrapped in barbed wire. He starts striking Payne’s back, shoulders, and arms, causing welts to rise. He tears at Payne’s forehead with it, trying to draw blood — but Payne shoves him off and hits a Pop-Up Powerbomb onto a steel chair!

Mia: "Still no blood! These two are held together by hate and adrenaline right now!"

Baron crawls for his cane again. Payne grabs the mallet, swings—

THUD! — connects directly into Baron’s ribs.

He grabs Baron by the head, exposing his forehead… Payne removes his elbow pad… and lands a Running Bionic Elbow across the cane-wrapped barbed wire!!

Baron stumbles… Payne traps him…

PAIN THRESHOLD!!! (Cradle Piledriver onto the toolbox!)

Baron lies motionless, twitching slightly… blood begins trickling from his scalp, a crimson river seeping into the mat.

The referee sees it.

🛎️ DING DING DING!!!

🎉 WINNER: JAMAL PAYNE

New AWS 5150 Champion (Unifying the Pride and Television Championships)

Gidget: "He did it! The Pride of AWS… bleeds no more. Jamal Payne walks out the first-ever AWS 5150 Champion!"

Mia: "He absorbed every ounce of punishment Baron threw and responded with brutality only Payne can deliver!"

Payne drops to one knee, clutching both titles — the AWS Television and AWS Pride Championships — before unifying them in front of the hard cam. A graphic fades in:
“AWS 5150 Champion – Jamal Payne”

Baron rolls out of the ring, leaving a trail of blood behind him as medics check him.

Payne doesn’t celebrate. He just stares straight down the lens, breathing heavily, and mutters...

"This division belongs to Payne now."

The Sphinx: “Funny thing about this joint, eh? Everyone’s yelling, flapping their gums, demanding the spotlight… yet the shadows keep getting bigger. You ever notice that? Lot of noise—not a lot of bite.”

He snaps the pocket-watch closed. A faint metallic clink echoes off the corridor.

“Somewhere out there—could be tomorrow, could be a hundred Tuesdays from now—there’s a bloke who doesn’t bother with noise. Silent type. Walks like the night owes him rent. Cold eyes, sharper than grandma’s shears. You won’t hear him; you’ll just… feel the temperature change.”

Sphinx smirks, tilting his head just enough to let the bulb carve half his face in shadow.

“Most of you will yell at him, try the old chest-thump routine. He’ll answer with… nothing. Maybe a flick of the hand—like a cat swiping the curtains—and boom: you’re on the floor wondering why your life’s gone all blurry at the edges.”

He exhales through his nose—almost a laugh, almost a warning.

“One day he might wander into this madhouse. Maybe he’s hunting. Maybe he’s just bored. Either way, I’d keep a cuppa ready and your affairs in order, because when the silent ones arrive, that’s usually the end of the conversation.”

The pocket-watch clicks open again; the second hand is ticking backwards.

“Oh, and management—if you’re listening—book me with him first. I adore quiet company. Makes my punch-lines land harder.”

He pushes off the wall, saunters down the hall, and fades into the dark. The bulb flickers once more and dies with a pop.

AWS Goddess Championship + AWS Sirens Championship
Monsters Ball Match
Carlotta Paine © vs. AJ McKay ©

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[MONSTERS BALL STIPULATION REMINDER]

Both competitors were locked in solitary confinement for 24 hours before the match — no food, no water, no light. Now they’re unleashed into a no-disqualification, anything-goes war zone where the only way to win is by pinfall or submission in the ring.

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[Lights fade to darkness. The screen flickers to blood-red static. As the crowd stirs, the eerie toll of a bell echoes through the 2300 Arena.]

Mia Russo: This is it. Months of tension, pride, and pain collide tonight. Monsters Ball. Goddess Championship and Sirens Championship on the line --- Title for Title.

Gidget Stephenson: These two women were locked away for 24 hours—no light, no food, no water, and no contact. And now… they are about to unleash pure hell.

The first to emerge is AJ McKay, the AWS Sirens Champion. Dressed in blood-slick black leather and her championship belt draped diagonally across her chest, AJ walks with twisted grace. Her white contact lenses give her a haunting look as she licks her lips at the jeering Philly crowd. She drags a kendo stick behind her, metal studs embedded into its surface.

Mia Russo: AJ McKay has promised to rip Carlotta's limbs apart—literally. That Kimura Lock has snapped arms before.

Gidget Stephenson: And she's not just here to send a message. She's here to take that AWS Goddess Championship by force.

Then comes Carlotta Paine, the reigning AWS Goddess Champion. She bursts through the curtain in a tattered black-and-silver war cloak, battle paint streaked across her cheekbones, dragging a shopping cart overflowing with weapons—steel chairs, barbed wire-wrapped planks, a branding iron, and her infamous spiked baseball bat "Desdemona."

Mia Russo: Carlotta has reigned through fire, thumbtacks, and shattered glass. But can she survive AJ’s precision and cruelty?

Gidget Stephenson: The question is—what part of her will still be intact if she does?

DING DING DING!

The bell sounds, and both women rush into each other like animals freed from a cage. No collar and elbow. No circling. Just pure chaos.

Carlotta swings “Desdemona,” but AJ ducks and jabs the kendo stick into Carlotta’s ribs. CRACK. Then another. And another. AJ whips her into the corner and launches a running double knee strike to the face. Carlotta slumps—but not for long.

Carlotta surges out of the corner with a violent spear, sending AJ flying into the shopping cart, weapons crashing to the floor. Carlotta mounts and begins hammering AJ with closed fists, biting her forehead to draw first blood. The crowd erupts.

Mia Russo: This is not about technical wrestling. This is about who can break the other first.

Carlotta wraps barbed wire around AJ’s wrist and rips it across her cheek, exposing raw flesh. She slams AJ’s face into a chair, then hits a Snap DDT onto a trash can. Cover:

1…
2… Kickout!

AJ kicks out, laughing as blood pours down her face.

Carlotta drags out a pane of glass from under the ring and props it between two chairs.

Gidget Stephenson: Oh my God… is that GLASS?

Carlotta lifts AJ for a powerbomb—but AJ fights out mid-air and counters with a spike hurricanrana into the pile of shattered weapons. She pulls Carlotta up and hits a springboard codebreaker, both knees landing flush.

AJ then goes for a table wrapped in steel chains and sets it up in the corner. She hoists Carlotta for a Death Valley Driver—but Carlotta slips out and hits a rebound neckbreaker through the table! Chains go flying!

Cover:

1…
2… AJ gets the shoulder up!

Both women are blood-soaked, barely moving. Carlotta crawls for “Desdemona” again, but AJ rips it away and bashes Carlotta across the jaw with it. Then again. And again. Carlotta drops to her knees—arms out, defiant.

AJ drops the bat.

Gidget Stephenson: She’s not done. She wants to break Carlotta.

AJ grabs Carlotta’s right arm and wrenches her into the Kimura Lock—violently, furiously, screaming in her face.

Mia Russo: That’s the same arm she broke at Deadlock! That’s the arm with pins in it!

Carlotta fights. She screams. She claws toward the ropes… but there are no rope breaks in Monsters Ball. Her screams turn to gasps. Her hand hovers—

And then she taps.

Ring Announcer: “Here is your winner… and NEW AWS Goddess Champion… AJ… McKAAAAAAY!!”

Mia Russo: AJ McKay has done it. She’s submitted Carlotta Paine. She’s broken the unbreakable.

Gidget Stephenson: And now, AJ now holds the AWS Goddess Championships. She might be the most dangerous woman in AWS history right now.

AJ stands tall, raising both titles—blood streaked across her face, arms outstretched like a demonic angel. She kneels beside Carlotta’s fallen form and whispers something into her ear, brushing her hair back before placing the AWS Sirens Championship across Carlotta's chest.

Then she stands—and raises the AWS Goddess Championship over her head as pyros erupt.

Mia Russo: AJ McKay has crowned herself queen of the apocalypse. And the reign of fear has just begun.

Gidget Stephenson: Long live the champion. Long live the new AWS Goddess Champion. Carlotta gets the AWS Sirens Championship for her troubles.

Both women are exhausted from the match. The crowd suddenly comes alive as Lacey Roberts slides into the ring from behind AJ McKay. AJ ducks and immediately bails out of the ring, taunting the two women in the ring, while also clutching her championship.

Mia Russo: What the hell is she doing here?

Gidget Stephenson: I don't know Mia. She's sticking her nose in business she has no part of, especially since she's not even signed.

Lacey Roberts demands a mic. Carlotta rests against the nearest corner, as Lacey speaks.

Lacey Roberts: Heh. Looks like somebody is acting not like how they usually do. Don't blame you, for wanting to escape an extra ass whipping.

AJ McKay is seen giving the blabbing sign motion as Lacey speaks.

Lacey Roberts: Enjoy that gold while it lasts. You got lots of challengers ready to smack you around. And as of now, you can consider the Devil's little sister as one of them.

From her jacket, Lacey takes out a pen and official AWS contract. Carlotta offers her championship for Lacey to sign on. Lacey does so. We also see AJ McKay flipping both women off. When Lacey is finished, the crowd pops loudly.

Mia Russo: Well, she just signed the dotted line.

Gidget Stephenson: Lacey's been hanging around here lately, and now that's she's good to wrestle again, she's now part of one of the greatest roster in the world.

Lacey then begins to speak again.

Lacey Roberts: Let this be known, that I'm not here to play nice. Carlotta and I, we are greedy fucken bitches. We revel in sin. What we want, we take. Yes, that includes you AJ McKay.

AJ McKay shows she's bored, and walks away in a huff. Lacey smirks at that.

Lacey Roberts: Ladies. You will all bow down and worship your violent goddesses. Carlotta Paine and I, we're gonna rules this entire division, while looking as sinfully hot while doing so. So AJ...enjoy what little success you might have. Should I or Carlotta decide we want that title, one of us is taking it, bitch!

Carlotta laughs as she walks up to Lacey, motioning for the mic.

Carlotta Paine: On that note...The Black List Mafia, proudly presents to you, the soon to be undisputed greatest, two pairs of tits in this industry. I'm Carlotta Paine. She's Lacey Roberts, and together, we are, the SIRENS OF SIN!

The crowd pops loudly at the new name that Carlotta just gave for her and Lacey.

Lacey Roberts: And bitches, you already know what we're all about...

Lacey And Carlotta: SEX...AND...VIOLENCE!

Carlotta's music begins to play, as both Carlotta and Lacey shared a kiss, before heading to the back.

#1 Contendership for the AWS Unified Tag Team Championships
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
World Elite (Kofi Von Erich & AJ Flare) vs. Daughters of Texas (Karli Rae & AJ McKay) vs. Vengeance (Sean Williams & Atlas Ryder)

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The tension was electric inside the 2300 Arena as three elite tag teams stepped through the ropes, each with their eyes set firmly on a shot at the AWS Unified Tag Team Championships. With the crowd split in their allegiance, chants rang for all three teams—“Texas Strong!,” “World Elite!,” and the ominous “Vengeance is Coming!” adding a chaotic symphony to the battlefield.

The match opened at a blistering pace, with Kofi Von Erich and Sean Williams locking up in a traditional exchange, both men showing their strength and speed. Kofi utilized his mat wrestling to ground Sean early on, but it was AJ Flare who brought the energy with a springboard dropkick to Atlas Ryder, triggering an all-out brawl between all six competitors.

The Daughters of Texas, Karli Rae and AJ McKay, bided their time, staying on the apron and letting the chaos unfold until Karli blind-tagged herself in off AJ Flare. Karli exploded into the ring, flooring Sean with a spinning heel kick, then hitting a rope-assisted bulldog on Atlas. AJ McKay followed up with a cartwheel back elbow into a snap suplex, proving the duo’s chemistry was every bit as lethal as it was elegant.

Midway through the match, Vengeance began to take control. Atlas and Sean used their power game to isolate Flare in their corner. They delivered a double gutbuster into a running knee strike combo that nearly secured the victory. But Karli Rae broke up the pin just in time, narrowly avoiding the upset.

A brutal turning point came when Kofi Von Erich hit a top-rope blockbuster on Atlas Ryder, only for AJ Flare to leap off the opposite turnbuckle with a 450 splash on Sean Williams. All six competitors were now laid out in the ring as the crowd gave a standing ovation for the effort.

With the match heading into the final sequence, Karli Rae and AJ McKay found their opening. AJ Flare went for a superkick, but Karli caught his leg, spun him around, and leveled him with a Texas Lariat. As Atlas tried to interfere, McKay stunned him with a handstand headscissors into a DDT.

Sean Williams attempted one last save for Vengeance, hoisting McKay for a powerbomb, but Karli flew in with a top-rope missile dropkick, knocking him backward. McKay reversed the fall into a Kimura Lock on the mat while Karli Rae kept Atlas and Kofi Von Erich at bay with a dive through the ropes.

Sean Williams had no choice but to tap out.

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[RESULT]
Winners via Submission: The Daughters of Texas (Karli Rae & AJ McKay)
They are now the #1 Contenders to the AWS Unified Tag Team Championships.

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POST-MATCH SEGMENT: THE DAUGHTERS OF TEXAS MAKE A STATEMENT

Location: Inside the ring, moments after the Triple Threat Tag Team Match | Arena bathed in red and gold light | Crowd buzzing after a wild finish

After a grueling war that saw The Daughters of Texas outlast both World Elite and Vengeance to become the new #1 Contenders for the AWS Unified Tag Team Championships, the ring is a battlefield of bodies and sweat.

Karli Rae and AJ McKay are standing tall in the center of the ring, arms raised defiantly, their music blaring over the PA system. But the celebration turns into something far more sinister.

Suddenly, Karli yanks Kofi Von Erich off the mat by the hair and drives a vicious knee into his face. The music cuts. AJ McKay turns and blasts Sean Williams with a low dropkick to the ribs, sending him tumbling under the ropes.

Gidget Stephenson (on commentary):
"What the hell!? The Daughters of Texas just won the match, and now they’re tearing into their opponents! This isn’t about pride—this is personal!"

Karli Rae, wild-eyed and seething, grabs a steel chair from ringside. Without hesitation, she cracks it across AJ Flare’s back, drawing a sickening CRACK and a howl from the crowd.

Mia Russo:
"They're trying to send a message to the entire AWS Tag Team Division!"

Meanwhile, AJ McKay snatches Atlas Ryder’s ankle, dragging him back into the ring. She locks in a vicious Kimura Lock, her face twisted in rage as Atlas screams in pain. Officials try to hit the ring—but Karli Rae swings the chair to keep them at bay, cracking it against the top rope in warning.

AJ finally lets go, rising with a cold sneer on her face. Kofi Von Erich tries to get up… and gets blasted with a brutal Texas Cutter from Karli Rae.

Then—suddenly—the lights shift. The camera swings to the top of the ramp.

The crowd erupts with a mix of cheers and anticipation as the AWS Unified Tag Team Champions, The Lone Star Outlaws — Jay Williams and Lance Williams — stroll out onto the stage.

They're dressed in leather vests, titles slung over their shoulders. Jay chews a toothpick while Lance folds his arms, jaw clenched.

They don’t speak. They don’t blink. They just watch.

Gidget Stephenson:
"Oh man, here they are! The champs! Maybe they’re here to stop this madness!"

Mia Russo:
"I wouldn’t hold your breath, Gidget."

In the ring, Karli Rae and AJ McKay pause their assault to lock eyes with the brothers at the top of the ramp. Karli smirks and gestures around the ring at the wreckage—AJ Flare, Kofi Von Erich, Sean Williams, and Atlas Ryder all laid out or writhing in pain.

AJ McKay steps up to the ropes, leans over, and makes the "belt around the waist" gesture. Karli Rae raises the steel chair high in the air like a trophy.

Jay Williams nods slowly. Lance smirks... then the two brothers turn their backs and walk away.

No rescue. No words.

Mia Russo:
"They thought about it. But the Lone Star Outlaws don’t save anyone. They just watch—and wait."

As the champs disappear into the backstage shadows, the final shot is of The Daughters of Texas standing amid the carnage, breathing hard, soaked in sweat and menace. Karli drops the dented chair onto AJ Flare’s chest.

AJ McKay (shouting over the ropes):
"You two better shine those belts up nice… we’re comin’ to take what’s ours!"

Gidget Stephenson:
"And after tonight? I believe them."

Camera fades to black as the crowd roars and medics rush the ring.

Location: A sold-out arena, lights dimmed with an ominous crimson hue as “Mob Ties” by Drake hits the speakers. The crowd erupts in boos as The Syndicate makes their way down the ramp in sharp suits—Donavan Di Niro at the helm, flanked by Giancarlo Mazzanti and Giovanni Sabbatini. Victor Gotti follows, his gold chains glistening, while Kat Genovesi and Adrian Cole trail with smug smirks and arms folded. They step into the ring, the lights shifting to a spotlight on Donavan as he raises a microphone, the boos intensify.

Donavan Di Niro:
["Don" Di Niro adjusts his cufflinks, smirking]
"Y’know somethin’... this whole thing with Centre of Attention? It’s been real cute. You got your pretty faces, your flashy moves, your little fan club screamin’ like it’s prom night. But prom’s over, sweetheart. Now it’s time for the real main event."

Crowd chants “YOU SUCK!” — Donavan grins.

Giancarlo Mazzanti:
["The Roman Viper" steps forward, flipping his hair back, his Italian accent smooth but venomous]
"Croft, Waybright, Desiree... you three walk around like you’re the stars of this show. But tonight? The credits roll, and it’s our names at the top. This ain't a photoshoot, this is war. And when the smoke clears, Centre of Attention? You’ll be center stage for a public execution."

Giovanni Sabbatini:
["The Enforcer" steps up, cracking his knuckles. His tone? Cold and menacing.]
"See, we didn’t come here to play wrestler. We came to dominate. We ain’t lookin’ for chants. We’re lookin’ for bodies. So when that bell rings, Olympia? You can bring your power. Croft? You bring your charisma. And Desiree? Bring whatever fire you got left. ‘Cause we’re bringin’ violence."

Victor Gotti:
["The Fixer," chewing a toothpick, leans on the ropes, his Brooklyn drawl cutting through the heat]
"Centre of Attention? You got da spotlight. But don’t forget—lights get turned off. And when they do? We’ll still be here. Lights on, lights off—The Syndicate runs this joint. You just rentin’ space."

Kat Genovesi:
["The Queen of the Syndicate" takes the mic, wearing designer shades, her tone venomous yet poised.]
"You think you’re bold because the people love you? Popularity don’t equal power, sweetheart. I built stars like you, then I broke ‘em. After tonight, Desiree? You’ll wish you stayed backstage with the rest of the supporting cast."

Adrian Cole:
["The Cold Asset," arms crossed, finally speaks, voice low and methodical]
"Every empire falls. Yours just hasn’t realized it yet. But don’t worry... we’ll make it quick."

Donavan steps forward again, arms wide, soaking in the crowd’s hatred like a king addressing peasants.

Donavan Di Niro:
"You’re lookin’ at the future of this business. The real main attraction. The ones who ain’t just gonna beat Centre of Attention… we’re gonna erase ‘em. So I hope you three got your selfies in. Because tonight?"

He leans in, eyes dark, tone low and final.

"The Syndicate makes you... disappear."

Cue the signature Syndicate pose—Giovanni crosses his arms, Giancarlo points to the sky with his signature “1 Shot, 1 Kill” gesture, Donavan holds up a gold cigar cutter. The crowd roars with heat as the theme hits again and the camera fades out, tension mounting for the war to come.

#1 Contendership for the AWS Squad Championships
Faction Match
Centre of Attention (Xander Croft, Olympia Waybright & Desiree Forte) vs. The Syndicate (Donavan Di Niro, Giancarlo Mazzanti & Giovanni Sabbatini)

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Mia Russo: "This one is going to be straight chaos. Two elite factions — The Centre of Attention riding high on momentum and The Syndicate, led by that snake Victor Gotti — clashing for a shot at AWS Squad Championship gold."

Gidget Stephenson: "These aren’t just factions. These are war machines. Three-on-three with pride, power, and prestige on the line!"

From the opening bell, tension boiled over. Giovanni Sabbatini and Xander Croft opened for their teams — two alphas clashing in a symphony of strikes, chain wrestling, and trash talk. Croft, brash and agile, ducked early attempts at heavy grapples and sent Sabbatini reeling with a springboard dropkick and a standing moonsault for a quick two-count.

The crowd roared when Olympia Waybright tagged in. She immediately squared off against Donavan Di Niro, the grizzled Syndicate enforcer. Waybright lit him up with fierce forearms and a high-angle German suplex, drawing a stunned pop from the Philly faithful. Di Niro retaliated with a brutal lariat that turned the tide — and tagged in Il Siciliano, Giancarlo Mazzanti.

Mazzanti and Waybright traded suplexes and submissions, Mazzanti grounding the Olympian with technical precision, but she managed to escape and tag in Desiree Forte — the rhythm-shifting firestorm of Centre of Attention.

Forte entered with furious energy, peppering Mazzanti with stinging kicks and a spinning heel kick that clipped his jaw. The Syndicate, realizing they were being outpaced, resorted to their usual tactics. With the ref distracted by Kat Genovesi and Adrian Cole barking at ringside, Gotti passed a pair of brass knuckles to Sabbatini.

But just as Sabbatini cocked back to strike Xander Croft, Olympia Waybright launched herself off the top rope with a flying clothesline, neutralizing him! Chaos broke loose — all six competitors in the ring brawling as the 2300 Arena hit a fever pitch.

Donavan Di Niro tried to plant Forte with the South Philly Slam, but she countered mid-air into a crucifix pin! ONE… TWO… Mazzanti broke it up!

Croft and Waybright returned to clear the ring with tandem stereo superkicks on Sabbatini and Di Niro. Giancarlo grabbed Desiree for the Sicilian Stretch, but she fought it off with wild elbows.

Suddenly, Croft blasted Mazzanti with a Shutter Snap Knee (running V-Trigger) and shoved him into the waiting arms of Forte…

BOOM!

Desiree Driver (double underhook facebuster)! She hooks the leg deep—
ONE! TWO! THREE!

Centre of Attention via pinfall (Desiree Forte pins Giancarlo Mazzanti)

Mia Russo: "What an upset! Centre of Attention just outclassed The Syndicate at their own game!"

Gidget Stephenson: "No tricks. No shortcuts. Just strategy, speed, and strength. And now they’re the #1 contenders for the AWS Squad Championships!"

Victor Gotti is livid at ringside, screaming at his team while Kat and Cole try to regroup. Meanwhile, Centre of Attention stands on the turnbuckles, arms raised in triumph. The crowd chants their name as gold seems to shine just ahead on the horizon.

Next stop: The Squad Titles… and possibly a power shift in AWS’s faction war.

Scene opens. Lights dim. The Sphinx’s haunting theme hits—low, rhythmic, ancient. A spotlight falls on the ramp as he emerges in full regalia: black robe dragging, cracked red-and-white yokai mask gleaming. The audience reaction is a mix of curiosity and confusion. He takes his time entering the ring, standing motionless in the center. Then… mic in hand.

The Sphinx

voice calm, accent sharp, tone bone-dry:

“Is this it?”

long pause

“This the best crowd you could scrape together?”

murmurs, light boos

“Right. Figures.”

“Back home, we’d call this a low-energy sausage sizzle. A couple of warm beers and some bloke talking rubbish about footy. Real Kiwi atmosphere, aye.”

beat

“But you lot… you’ve turned lying into an Olympic sport.”

He strolls casually to the ropes, peering out at the crowd like they’re zoo animals

“You clap for heroes. Boo the villains. You think that makes you part of the story.”

dry chuckle

“Mate, you're not even in the opening credits. You’re the extras. And half of you still think a flat white is a type of paint.”

the crowd starts reacting, but he keeps talking, as if bored

“Americans lie like it’s a birthright. You lie to your mates, to your kids, to your hearts… but mostly to yourselves.”

“You say you love truth—but you wouldn’t recognise it if it walked out here and slapped you with a jandal.”

he shrugs, genuinely unimpressed

“Where I’m from, we don’t pretend. We don’t fake smiles for the camera. We just handle it. Quiet. Cold. Permanent.”

tilts head, ominous now

“The Sphinx doesn’t ask for attention. The Sphinx asks questions. And when you answer wrong…”

he pauses, slowly raising one hand in the air—then clicks his fingers.

“Snap. Just like that. Gone. Buried under your own bullsh—”

cuts himself off. Smiles beneath the mask.

“Oops. Forgot we’re PG in some parts of the country.”

crowd now loudly booing, some confused laughter—he stands still and soaks it in

“Keep booing, yeah. Maybe if you make enough noise, it’ll cover up the fact that none of you actually know who you are anymore.”

leans against ropes, one arm hanging lazily

“Go on, chant for your favourite frauds. Shout USA till your lungs pop. Won’t change the truth.”

he starts backing toward the ropes, slow and casual

“Truth doesn’t care what flag you wave.Doesn’t care who sells the most t-shirts.And it definitely doesn’t care about your opinions on pineapple on pizza.”

dry as bone

“It’s good, by the way. Get over it.”

He tosses the mic down without fanfare. His theme hits again—ominous, unsettling, not triumphant. The Sphinx exits without looking back. The crowd is left buzzing: angry, confused, rattled. Just as planned.

The camera cuts backstage as the arena noise fades down. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights hum overhead. Empty corridors stretch out, lockers and equipment cases casting long shadows.

The shot slowly pans down a hallway, camera moving steady but deliberate.

Graffiti starts coming into view—scrawled symbols, hieroglyph-like markings in black and red.

Then it stops at one spot—on a concrete wall near the locker rooms.

Spraypainted in bold, sharp black strokes is a simple silhouette of a kiwi bird—distinctive, unmistakable.

Underneath, written in scratchy red letters:
“Only monsters kill monsters.”

The camera lingers for a beat, the silence pressing in, then slowly fades to black.

@TheSphinx_HRW
“Saw the ‘stars and stripes’ up close today. Loud. Messy. Full of hot air.Next time, I might bring a quieter game. Or maybe just a sharper question.Either way… I’ll be watching.#NoMoreLies #KiwiInTheChaos #OnlyMonsters”

AWS North American Championship
Singles Match
TJ Alexander © vs. Karli Rae

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🔔 DING DING DING!

Opening Minutes:
The two circle cautiously before TJ lunges in, applying a tight headlock. Karli pushes him off into the ropes and leapfrogs over his return, hitting a sharp arm drag that flips TJ over with authority. The crowd pops as she taunts him with a confident smirk.

TJ regains his composure and grounds Karli with a waistlock takedown, showing off his technical game. He transitions into a front facelock and begins to grind her down. Karli flips out of it with agility and counters with a slick dropkick that sends the champ staggering to the outside.

Mid-Match Sequence:
Karli builds momentum with a suicide dive to the outside! The crowd explodes! She throws TJ back in and hits a springboard crossbody for a two-count. TJ, clearly rattled, responds with a thumb to the eye behind the ref’s back and plants her with a Blue Thunder Bomb — 1… 2… Kickout!

Frustrated, TJ targets Karli’s back, punishing her with backbreakers and snap suplexes. He yells at her, “You’re not championship material!” But Karli rallies with elbows to the gut and slips out of a vertical suplex attempt, landing on her feet and nailing a spinning backfist!

She follows it with a back handspring into a Pele kick! 1… 2… NO!

Final Stretch:
TJ rolls to the apron and sucker-punches Karli as she comes near. He tries for a springboard cutter — MISSES! Karli ducks and hits a Sling Blade into a snap DDT! The arena shakes!

Karli climbs to the top rope…
MOONSAULT!
SHE HITS IT!
But TJ gets a foot on the rope at two!

Sensing blood, Karli goes for her a Ripcord Knee Strike — but TJ ducks under and tries a schoolboy pin with the tights!
1… 2… Karli kicks out!

Both rise at the same time — Karli catches him with a superkick to the jaw! TJ stumbles into the corner. Karli screams, charges — CANNONBALL SENTON!

She drags him out center ring…

RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS!
1!… 2!… 3!

🔔 DING DING DING!

Song Teng:
“Here is your winner… AND NEW AWS North American Champion… KARLI RAE!”

The crowd at the 2300 Arena erupts into a standing ovation as Karli Rae clutches the North American Championship with wide eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Confetti doesn’t fall — this is Philly — but the emotion in the air is electric.

On commentary, Mia screams, “KARLI RAE DID IT!” while Gidget echoes, “She’s been through hell in this company — and tonight, she finally gets her crown!”

TJ rolls out of the ring in disbelief, cursing and throwing a tantrum at ringside, screaming at the referee and knocking over the timekeeper’s table.

Inside the ring, Karli drops to her knees and holds the title high as her fellow Daughters of Texas — Averi Michelle and AJ McKay — come running down to celebrate.

Karli Rae is the NEW AWS North American Champion, making history as one of the few women to ever capture the intergender championship. A new era has begun — and it rides on the boots of a defiant daughter of the Lone Star State.

Just outside the gorilla position, backstage at AWS Monday Night Ward 350. A dark AWS banner looms in the background. Laura Andersen stands poised, microphone in hand. Daron Smythe stands beside her, arms crossed, wearing a black sleeveless hoodie emblazoned with the phrase “#1 Man in Professional Wrestling.” His expression is calm, but intense - like a lit fuse waiting to spark.

LAURA: Daron, six competitors. Weapons allowed. No disqualifications. The Legacy Championship Death Match Gauntlet is as unforgiving as it gets. What’s your mindset going into a night where survival alone isn’t enough?

DARON: Survival is the bare minimum. I’m not showing up to survive - I’m showing up to leave a mark. This match isn’t about who’s tough. It’s about who’s willing to burn the whole thing down to walk out with power in their hands. That’s me. It’s always been me.

LAURA: You’ve shared the ring with men like Ethan Murphy and Drake Nygma before. Is there one name in this gauntlet you’re particularly focused on - or concerned about?

DARON: Concern is for people who think this is a game. I’ve studied every name in this match. Ethan? Got the heart, but he’ll fall when it matters. Drake? Smokescreens and riddles - he forgets that monsters bleed. Leon? KD? Capable, sure. But they’re not me. Summer Rayne’s hungry, but that hunger turns to fear the second she meets someone who doesn't flinch. No... I'm not focused on a name. I'm focused on the moment their lights go out.

LAURA: Let’s talk about strategy. You don’t know what position you’ll enter the match. How do you prepare when the order could make or break your night?

DARON: I don’t rely on order. I am the constant. First, last - it doesn’t matter. My preparation doesn’t change. Pain is pain. And I’ve turned pain into a weapon better than anyone else in this match. They can draw numbers. I draw blood.

LAURA: Summer Rayne has made it clear she’s coming to prove she belongs in the same conversation as names like yours. Does her inclusion in this match change how seriously you take the field - or is she just another obstacle?

DARON: Summer wants to prove she belongs? Good. That means she’s going to come in full speed... and that’s when mistakes happen. She’s not an obstacle. She’s a warning. A talented one, but still a warning to everyone watching—don’t chase legacy when you haven’t earned the scars.

LAURA: You’ve never been shy about your ambitions. If you win this gauntlet and earn a shot at any title in AWS... have you already decided where you're cashing that opportunity in?

DARON: I have. But you won’t hear it from me tonight. See, when I make my move... I want it to blindside the entire damn company. Whoever’s holding gold should keep one eye open - and maybe start saying goodbye to that belt. Because the second I name it? It’s already mine.

LAURA: There’s a level of chaos in death match environments that even the most methodical competitors can’t always control. You pride yourself on precision and calculation. How do you stay in command when everything around you is breaking down?

DARON: I don’t stay in control - I become the chaos. That’s what they don’t get. They think I’m just surgical. Nah. I can brawl. I can bleed. I can drown in the madness and still walk out standing. You want to beat me in a death match? You better be comfortable dying for it.

LAURA: Many fans - and critics - see this as your chance to force AWS to acknowledge you at the very top. Is this match about legacy... or vengeance?

DARON: It's about proof. Legacy? I’ve already built one. Vengeance? That’s just fuel. What I want... is validation. Not from the fans. Not from the suits. From myself. I walk into that match a man with nothing owed. I walk out the most dangerous entity in AWS.

LAURA: You’ve said before that you don’t just want to win, you want to reshape the standard in AWS. If you walk out of this match victorious, what message does that send to the rest of the locker room?

DARON: That the days of playing it safe are over. That brutality with purpose trumps flash every time. That #1 isn’t a gimmick. It’s a mission statement. I’m not just raising the bar. I am the bar now.

LAURA: Final question, Daron - if tonight is about carving your name into AWS history, what will the world remember about the night Daron Smythe walked into a gauntlet and changed everything?

DARON: They’ll remember that six walked in and only one walked out with destiny in his hands. They’ll remember that when it came time to etch a new chapter in AWS history… I carved mine in blood.

Laura lowers the mic slowly. Daron doesn’t flinch, doesn’t smirk. He just stares ahead - cold, steady, and certain. The camera lingers on him as the screen slowly fades to black, just before the chaos begins.

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[AWS Monday Night Ward – In-Ring Segment: Eric Herrera Addresses the AWS Universe]

The lights in the arena dim slightly as a cold, ambient hum creeps through the speakers. A slow, strobe-like pulse builds on the big screen—before “Beast” by Nico Vega detonates across the sound system. The crowd at the legendary 2300 Arena rises with a split chorus of cheers and boos as the new AWS UltraViolence Heavyweight Champion, Eric Herrera, steps through the curtain, the belt draped across his shoulder, sweat still gleaming on his brow from last week’s bloody title victory.

Clad in black denim and a sleeveless hoodie bearing the stitched words “REDEMPTION PAID IN BLOOD,” Herrera walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in the reaction with a calm, introspective demeanor. No pyro. No theatrics. Just purpose.

He steps into the ring, stands dead center, and lifts the AWS UltraViolence Heavyweight Championship high into the air for all to see. The crowd reaction grows louder—half of them in full support, the other half skeptical. He paces the ring with a mic in hand, then raises it as the noise settles into a tense silence.

Eric Herrera:
“I asked for this time tonight. I wasn’t booked for this segment. I requested it. Because this—” (raises the UltraViolence Championship again) “—this means something different to me now.”*

He pauses, scanning the crowd.

Eric Herrera:
"Last time I stood here as your UltraViolence Champion, I thought I had it all figured out. I was at the top of my game. I was hungry, ruthless, unforgiving... and yeah, for 354 days, I wore this title like it was part of my soul.”

Some of the crowd cheer, others boo—particularly the older diehards who remember the more arrogant Herrera of that reign.

Eric Herrera:
"But somewhere along the line... I got complacent. I stopped listening. I stopped fighting for this—” (taps the center plate of the belt) “—and started fighting for me. And when I lost it... when it all came crashing down... I thought it’d break me.”*

He lowers his gaze, eyes narrowing slightly.

Eric Herrera:
"But it didn’t."
"Strangely enough... losing this title was the most cathartic thing that ever happened to me. Because it showed me how much I’d stopped caring. It forced me to go back to the start, to the pain, the grit, the fire that brought me here in the first place."

The crowd begins to quiet down, hanging on his words.

Eric Herrera:
"So this reign? This second reign? It's not about status. It's not about headlines. It's about something deeper."
"It’s about proving to myself that I can carry this title not as a placeholder, not as a tyrant, but as a champion."

Eric Herrera:
"And I promise you this—whether you cheer me, boo me, curse my name or chant it 'til your voices give out... I see you. I hear you. And this time, I'm fighting for all of you."

A pause. He steps up onto the second rope and hoists the belt once more.

Eric Herrera:
"This isn’t just my redemption arc... it’s ours. So bring me the monsters. Bring me the devils. Bring me the sadists and the madmen. I’ll take ‘em all on."

Eric Herrera:
"Because this time... I'm not letting go. I'm your AWS UltraViolence Heavyweight Champion... and I swear to you, I will be a fighting champion—until my last drop of blood spills on this mat.”

The music hits again. Eric lowers the mic slowly and glares into the camera, lifting the belt with a look of defiance and pride etched into every scarred inch of his face. The crowd gives a thunderous mixed reaction as the camera fades to black, with Salmia “Mia” Russo on commentary echoing:

Mia Russo (on commentary):
"That’s a new Eric Herrera, folks… and that might be even more dangerous than the old one."

End Segment.

AWS Legacy Championship
*** Winner earns an opportunity at any championship they want. ***
Death Match Gauntlet Match
Leon Roberts vs. Ethan Murphy vs. Daron Smythe vs. Summer Rayne vs. Drake Nygma vs. KD Feigel

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[MATCH INTRODUCTION]

(The lights dim to blood-red. “Behold the legacy” appears scrawled across the LED screen in barbed wire font. The camera pans over a barbed-wire wrapped steel cage looming ominously above the ring — not to be lowered, but to shadow the carnage to come. Piles of weapons surround the ringside. Kendo sticks. Glass panes. Thumbtacks. Flaming tables prepped in corners. Six souls will walk into violence, but only one will emerge with the Legacy Championship and a shot at any AWS title of their choosing.)

Mia Russo: “Twenty-five years of Monday Night Ward. And tonight… we witness a new Legacy be born in blood.”
Gidget Stephenson: “Not just blood, Mia. Broken dreams, shattered bones, and one Blank Check Briefcase. Let’s go.”

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First Fall: Daron Smythe vs. Summer Rayne

(The gauntlet begins with AWS's self-proclaimed apex sadist, Daron Smythe, already in the ring, methodically wrapping barbed wire around his right arm. Out next, to a massive pop, is Summer Rayne — draped in a patched leather duster, garbage can lid in hand like a war shield. She throws it aside, charges the ring.)

DING DING DING!

The two lock up in a violent flurry. Summer, no stranger to hardcore warfare, ducks a wild haymaker and fires off a headbutt that splits open Smythe’s eyebrow. She smashes him with a running double-knee strike into the corner. The crowd erupts as she pulls out a light tube bouquet from under the ring and shatters it over Smythe’s chest.

Mia: “Summer Rayne coming in like a thunderstorm!”
Gidget: “She’s Philadelphia’s queen of pain tonight.”

But Smythe weathers the storm. With blood trickling down his arm, he catches Summer’s second charge, and lawn darts her into a board of mousetraps propped in the corner. Screams echo. He wraps the barbed wire from his arm around her neck and hits a brutal Barbed Wire Russian Legsweep onto a steel chair.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

❌ Eliminated: Summer Rayne

Mia: “Summer gave it everything… but Daron Smythe advances.”
Gidget: “The death toll has begun.”

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Second Fall: KD Feigel Enters

("Kid Kaos" KD Feigel enters to a mixed reaction, donning fluorescent paint, jaw clenched tight. Still dealing with whispers of nepotism, tonight is his trial by fire. He rushes the ring with a steel chain in hand and WHIPS it across Smythe’s back without hesitation.)

KD plants Smythe with a Kaos Theory Suplex onto a pile of broken glass and zip ties him to the bottom rope. He screams, “I belong here!” and kicks Smythe's face over and over until the ref pulls him off.

Mia: “KD came to prove this isn’t daddy’s favor. This is his fight.”

But Smythe, ever the sick technician, uses his teeth to pull loose the zip ties and blindsides KD with a low blow wrapped in barbed wire. He gouges at KD’s face, then sets up a stack of steel chairs — lifting KD for a Corkscrew Brainbuster.

KD reverses mid-air! Rolling Elbow! Spear through a table in the corner!

He climbs up top — a risky moonsault attempt — but SMYTHE CATCHES HIM MID-FLIGHT INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY and drops him onto a bundle of light tubes with a Death Drop Driver.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

❌ Eliminated: KD Feigel

Gidget: “Damn it! Kid Kaos had fire tonight. But Daron Smythe's just too vicious.”

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Third Fall: Ethan Murphy Enters

(Ethan Murphy enters wearing crimson-stained MMA shorts, fists taped, chewing on his mouthpiece. He gets a “LET’S GO MURPHY!” chant as he bolts to the ring and clocks Smythe with a Muay Thai knee strike. The tempo shifts to pure violence-meets-grappling.)

Ethan slams Smythe into the exposed turnbuckle, then pulls out a baseball bat wrapped in skewers. He drives it into Smythe’s thigh with a savage roar. Smythe bites the ropes in pain.

Murphy goes for a choke, but Smythe counters into a piledriver onto a bed of tacks. Both men bleed. Both wobble. Murphy suddenly powers out with a burst of adrenaline, hooks Smythe by the legs, and drives him face-first into the mat with the Kill Switch Submission — trapping both arms and grinding his elbow into the neck.

Smythe refuses to tap… then fades out cold.

Ref calls it!

❌ Eliminated: Daron Smythe

Mia: “Mercy? Nah. Murphy gave Smythe a taste of his own medicine!”
Gidget: “Now that’s how you choke a monster out!”

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Fourth Fall: Leon Roberts Enters

(The AWS veteran and street-fighting titan storms out next — “The Baddest Bulldog” in black jeans and taped fists, dragging a spiked bat. Leon wastes no time, sliding in and hammering Murphy in the ribs before launching him overhead with a Release Suplex onto a flaming table base! Crowd explodes.)

Leon dominates early with suplexes, slams, and a running powerslam onto a pile of chairs. He screams into the crowd, then flips off the camera. But Murphy counters a second slam with a Triangle Choke out of nowhere!

Leon powers out by standing up and POWERBOMBING Murphy through a stack of wooden pallets outside the ring!

Back in, Murphy swings a kendo stick — Leon catches it — and spins into the Royal Guillotine (Headlock Driver onto a chair)!!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

❌ Eliminated: Ethan Murphy

Gidget: “Goddamn! Leon’s like a Philly freight train!”
Mia: “He just ended Murphy’s dreams in a blink.”

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Final Fall: Drake Nygma Enters

(Lights go out. The crowd hums. Purple strobe flickers. “The Manifestation of Madness” slowly walks onto the stage in blood-soaked bandages from previous battles. Drake Nygma steps through the fog with a glint in his eye and a razor-blade painted steel chair in hand.)

Leon growls, motioning for him to bring it.

DING!

The two collide in a goddamn horror movie of a finish. Razor chair shots. Choking each other with torn ring ropes. Leon drops Drake with a Brass Knuckle Bionic Elbow, but Drake pops up like a slasher villain and laughs in his face.

They brawl outside into the crowd. Drake pulls Leon through the barricade into the timekeeper’s table — Saito Suplex through the bell table!!

Back in the ring, Leon hits the Bulldog Bomb onto a barbed-wire board! He covers:

ONE!
TWO!
NO!!

Drake kicks out.

Leon goes for the Royal Guillotine again—Drake spins out—reverses mid-motion into a jumping Guillotine Choke — THE SPHINX’S WARNING!

Mia: “IT’S LOCKED IN!”
Gidget: “DRAGON-SLEEPER MODIFIED GUILLOTINE! DRAGON’S BREATH—NO ESCAPE!!”

Leon tries to lift Drake. His legs buckle. He collapses into the thumbtacks. His arms flail.

He fades.
He fades...
HE’S OUT!

THE REF CALLS IT!!

DING DING DING!!

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Winner: DRAKE NYGMA

— New AWS Legacy Champion & Holder of the Blank Check Briefcase

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(The crowd is in a frenzy. Drake kneels amid glass and blood, clutching the worn brown leather Legacy Championship against his chest. The Blank Check Briefcase is placed beside him. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t speak. He just stares at the briefcase — his ticket to ANY title.)

Mia: “Drake Nygma has endured, survived, and ascended.”
Gidget: “And now every champion in AWS is officially on notice.”

(The 25th Anniversary show fades out with Drake’s bloodied silhouette framed by the Legacy Championship and the briefcase... as laughter echoes faintly into the night.)

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[FADE TO BLACK]
#AWS25 | #LegacyOfMadness | #BlankCheckHolder