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[PROMO — MONDAY NIGHT WARD XLVIII PREVIEW PACKAGE — BLACK & GOLD LIGHTING, LUXURY SUITED BACKDROP] Camera pans across a velvet-lined lounge. Crystal chandeliers dangle above. A slick jazz instrumental hums low in the background. Sitting center stage, decked out in a custom pinstripe three-piece suit, fingers heavy with gold rings, is "The Diamond Don" Donavan Di Niro. Beside him, lounging in a blood-red leather chair, is his manager, Victor Gotti, draped in a midnight black trench coat, cigar in hand. VICTOR GOTTI (with a sly grin) AWS Television Championship. Iron Survivor Match. Six men, one prize. Most call that long odds… but when you're with The Diamond Don, long odds become a short story. DONAVAN DI NIRO (adjusts his cufflinks, stares directly into the camera) See, I don’t play the odds. I make ‘em. ‘Cause when you run with me — when you ride with The Don — you don’t bet the game, you fix the table. And the AWS Television Championship? That title don’t belong to chance… it belongs to legacy. It belongs to money. It belongs to me. (leans forward, voice slow, deliberate) The Don can't lose the Television Championship… because it's already mine. The rest? They just ain't got the receipt yet. VICTOR GOTTI (chuckles, takes a puff of his cigar) Let’s play a little game, Don. I name the guy. You give it to ‘em straight. No sugar. Just truth. DONAVAN DI NIRO (smirking) Oh, let’s play. VICTOR GOTTI Kaito Ishikawa. DONAVAN DI NIRO (nods, eyes narrow) Ishikawa’s a buzzsaw in that ring, no doubt. But The Don don’t flinch. I throw a wrench in the buzzsaw’s way — grind him to a stop. Sparks and smoke, baby. VICTOR GOTTI AJ Flare. DONAVAN DI NIRO (scoffs) Next time you see Flare… he’ll be flattened in the center of the ring. Name ain’t gonna matter when your back’s stuck to the mat. VICTOR GOTTI Cameron Tyler. DONAVAN DI NIRO (waves dismissively) Rookie. That’s it. Wrong match, wrong night, wrong era. VICTOR GOTTI Silver Baron. DONAVAN DI NIRO (leans back, uninterested) Who cares? Shiny mask, zero shine in the moment. VICTOR GOTTI (grins) Last one. Amir Al-Hassan. DONAVAN DI NIRO (voice cold, piercing) Anti-American hypocrite. Preaches respect, spits on the ground he walks on. I’ll show him what respect really feels like — beneath my boot. VICTOR GOTTI (points to the camera) Monday Night Ward. Iron Survivor. The Diamond Don don’t survive. He dominates. DONAVAN DI NIRO (stands up, straightens his jacket) And when the smoke clears, when the last second ticks off that clock… the only thing shining in that ring won’t be the lights… It’ll be my diamond-studded legacy… wrapped around my waist. (smirks) The Don don’t lose. He collects. Cue the gold-accented “Diamond Don” graphic. Fade to black.

Two hard-hitting female competitors fight it out! 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit

Two up and coming superstars battle for a title shot! 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit

An exciting matchup with a special announcement just prior to the contest! 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit

An All Star Main Event kicks off a new era for Tuesday Night Assault! 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit

[Press Conference – ASYLUM WRESTLING SOCIETY: STATE OF THE COMPANY ADDRESS] Location: AWS Headquarters – Las Vegas, NV. Date: May 5, 2025. Podium stands center stage under red and black lighting. A giant AWS logo illuminates the backdrop. The room is filled with reporters, talent, and executives. The crowd hushes as music hits: "Outlaw Anthems" by Blood for Blood. Smoke rolls across the stage. Out steps the man himself—jacket torn, shades on, AWS dog tag chain swaying. Charlie Feigel – "The HardK0re Ik0n" He steps to the mic, leans in, and gives a cold, proud smirk. "Ladies, gentlemen, sickos and psychos..." He stretches his arms wide, looking around the room. "...welcome to the belly of the beast." Crowd gives a low pop, a few wrestlers clap from the back. "I stand before you today not just as the Founder, not just as the CEO, not just as the 'HardK0re Ik0n'—but as a survivor. AWS just walked through fire. And not only did we survive, we burned a path so bright, the whole damn industry had to stop and look." He removes his shades slowly, placing them on the podium. "AWS Champions Carnival 2025... was chaos incarnate. Tables, ladders, cages, blood—hell, even the commentary desk didn't survive. But you know what did? Our reputation. That show was the highest-viewed event in AWS history. The numbers don’t lie—neither do the scars." He lifts his sleeve to reveal fresh stitches on his forearm, grinning like a maniac. "But we ain’t done. We just reloaded the chamber." He points to a screen behind him—flashes of new draft picks light up: veterans, rookies, wild cards. "We just held the AWS Talent Draft—the most ruthless talent shuffle in our history. AWS Monday Night Ward and AWS Tuesday Night Assault are now locked, loaded, and lookin’ for blood. You wanted chaos? You got federation warfare. You wanted factions? You got uprisings." Camera pans over talent in the audience, nodding in approval, some grinning with intensity. "And we’re not sittin’ still. We are on a full-speed collision course with AWS: Baptized in Blood 2025. If you think Champions Carnival was extreme? You ain't seen nothin' yet. We’re talkin’ barbed wire dreams, firestorm feuds, and a main event that’ll redefine violence in professional wrestling." Charlie pounds the podium once, voice rising. "But that ain’t all. AWS Proving Ground—our next-gen initiative—is here to build monsters. To forge the future of the industry, one broken bone at a time. We ain’t here to make stars. We’re here to make legends. You either rise... or you get asphyxiated by the asylum." He pauses, lets the silence settle. "So to the suits who said AWS was a deathmatch novelty? To the doubters who said we’d never last past year one?" He throws up the AWS logo with both hands, blood-red lighting flaring behind him. "We ain't just alive... we're thriving. And we’re comin’ for your neck." Charlie grabs his shades, throws up a two-finger salute, and walks off as reporters start shouting questions, cameras flash, and AWS talent begin slapping hands and hyping each other up backstage. “Outlaw Anthems” blares again as the screen fades to the AWS logo: “ASYLUM WRESTLING SOCIETY – WHERE THE MADNESS NEVER DIES.”

The War Gods (ECWF) ~versus~ The Tyler Family (Sami Tyler & Merxy Black) ~versus~ The Pariah (Alyssa Miller & Alexis Miller) ~versus~ World Elite (Agent Carter & Amanda Macleod) #1 Contendership for the AWS Ward Tag Team Championships The number one contendership for the AWS Ward Tag Team Championships is at stake in tonight's main event. Which of these three teams will emerge victorious? 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit View full promo

KD Feigel ~versus~TJ Alexander #1 Contendership for the AWS Intercontinental Championship The animosity between these two individuals is palpable; TJ Alexander asserts that he was responsible for the retirement of AWS CEO and Founder Charlie Feigel. Who will emerge victorious in this contentious rivalry? 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit View full promo

Jamal Payne © ~versus~ Ace Sky AWS Pride Championship Ace Sky's exceptional performance has greatly impressed the bookers, earning himself an opportunity to compete the AWS Pride Championship. 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit View full promo

Martha Venegas © ~versus~ Carlotta Paine AWS Goddess Championship The AWS Goddess Championship is at stake as the reigning champion, Martha Venegas, faces off against Carlotta Paine 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit View full promo

Kaito Ishikawa ~versus~ AJ Flare ~versus~ Cameron Tyler ~versus~ Donavan Di Niro ~versus~ Silver Baron ~versus~ Amir Al-Hassan AWS Television Championship Iron Survivor Match Six contenders competing for the newly established AWS Television Championship. 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit View full promo

Street Royalty (Velma Rossi & Beckie Reckless) ~versus~ Daughters of Texas (Abbi Lee & Averi Michelle) The opening of the show features top tag teams competing against each other. 2x Maximum Promos, 2k Word Limit View full promo

Becoming the Inmate

Change is in the Air

Lindsey flare as stacy kiebler ( miss hancock era) Legs by zz top theme Aj flare- aj styles Walk this way by aerosmith theme Kofi von erich- kofi kingston Yellow rose of texas theme Amanda macleod- alexandria paul Highlander theme Agent carter- hayley atwell Im an agent theme

The scene opens up at the tyler house as there is a knock on the door. Aj: you guys home. I need to talk. Dean wheres my date. Kofi: focus aj. We have a tag match against payne and croft. Dean: Kofi is right! You guys are coming back to AWS federation and you guys are wrestling in a tag team match. Who in the world are you facing ? Aj: we are facing jamal payne and xander croft. Kofi: can we come in. We brought pizza. He's reminded of who AJ and Kofi are facing. He says. Dean: They are nobody's. You guys are World Elite! They should be respectful towards you. And yes Kofi, you guys can come in. I love pizza He let's the guys into the house. Aj and kofi walk in and set the pizza down. So you want pepperoni or ham dean. Aj: yea they are nobodys but somehow in the 8 man tag they ekked out a draw. Kofi: they are champions that are just holding the belts warm for us. Aj: so dean did my sis leave already. Aj pulls out a shirt that says i' m a flare not a firecracker on it. Dean: I take pepperoni, thank you. AJ, that's because they are afraid of you two. Your sister is upstairs getting dressed. Your date is with your sister. Suddenly, both ladies are seen coming downstairs. Dean said. Dean: AJ, this is Ariel. Ariel, this is AJ. The red haired woman was seen saying to AJ. Ariel: It's nice to finally meet you. AJ. I'm a great fan of yours! Aj hands dean his pizza. Kofi: You see we are world elite and we are here to prove ourselves. Aj pauses and almost drops his pizza. Hi ariel. Nice to meet one of my fans. Kofi: guys focus. We got a tag match to win. Dean: I agree. If you two don't stay focused, you will lose your match. Aj: ariel i gotta focus on my match right now. Jamal payne and xander croft you might be champions right now but you see what you are forgetting is i haVe championship pedigree too . Tell em dean. Kofi: yea we are the present and future of this business you see tonight . We have offically formed the world elite tyler family. Aj pulls out a shirt with both logos. They are hooked together like wedding rings. Ariel: That's awesome! Dean: Kofi, you're a Von Erich! Family is in your blood. World Elite has been champions where ever you guys go. Dean happily smiles when he looked at the shirt and says. Dean: I like the shirt! Aj: i thought you would. Now lets go catch a plane to japan. Ariel you wanna come with. Kofi: i' m ready to kick some butt. Dean are you guys ready. Dean: We are ready! Ready to see World Elite dominate the pay per view. Ariel: I already got my airplane ticket. I don't want to miss anything. World Elite is going to win someway somehow. Let's Go! Aj: alright lets go win some gold and matches but first shirts. Aj throws everyone a shirt. Everyone gets their shirt and put it on. They leave the house and go to the airport to go fly to Japan. Screen fades to black.

The scene opens at the tyler house where lindsey is training for her shot at the ic belt in a gauntlet match. She pauses as the door opens and in walks her husband dean tyler. Lindsey: hi honey. Kd fiegel you might be the bosses kid. But i kid you not . I might be a flare but not the kind you are thinking of. Dean: Hey there! Are you ready to wrestle in the Champions Carnival for the right to call yourself the brand new Intercontinental Champion, my beautiful? Lindsey: yep i am dean. But people dont get my last name still. You see flare is not from a firecracker its from my bro and i favorite wrestler. The 16 time world champ. Hubby you think i can handle this. Dean: You can do anything that you set your mind to. You can ask me and my brother Sami about it. He'll, we was tag team champions before and if you keep at it, you can be a champion in your own right. You really deserve to be any champion. I totally believe you and so does my family. Please don't give up! Lindsey: i never give up. I' m a flare and a part of world elite. We and the tylers are gonna run this place. Tj alexander you think you can catch these long legs and stop me . Good luck only one man has been able too and hes in this room. As for you kid kaos you think we were being ghosts. Nah we were studying. Dean tell them how long i been training for. Dean: My beautiful wife has been training with her family and mine for a long time. She's very much capable of doing things. Leon, how dare you remotely try to "steal" my wife. I heard your promo so as my beautiful wife here deals with everyone in the special Gauntlet match, I be dealing with you in my way. The very much Dangerous way. Lindsay is so ready to light fires like no other. Freddie Roberts, I don't see why you are in this match at all. Go back to making movies. KD, you're just trying to live off of your dear Ole daddy's coattails. TJ, they call you " The Game Changer "?. This is no Playstation game. This is AWS! Lauren, the real female star is and always be Lindsay Flare-Tyler! You will see that my blonde haired Bombshell will unleash fire like never ever before. She's always born ready! Lindsey : as for you lauren harris. I would stay back in toronto where you belong. U have to catch me to tap me out and i'm too fast for you. So you see folks . I was born ready and tonight here in japan i' m gonna destroy the devil, end the game, and end the fiegel legacy. Dean i think i' m ready but i feel like i am missing something. Dean: This perhaps? He gives her a kiss and a warm hug to wish her all of the luck in her match. They said a prayer for her to get by. The scene fades to black.

The camera flickers to life. A dimly lit locker room, walls lined with graffiti and posters of ECWF's past. In the center stands KD Feigel—"Kid Kaos" himself. He's leaning against a steel chair, hood up, eyes burning with defiance and fire. He paces for a moment, then stops dead in front of the camera, cracking his knuckles. The smirk fades. The game face sets in. KD FEIGEL: You know… I've been hearing TJ Alexander run his mouth lately. “The Game Changer” out here talkin' about how he retired Charlie Feigel. How he ran my father outta ECWF after takin’ the World Title like it was some fairytale ending he scripted himself. He scoffs, brushing the hood back, revealing intense eyes. Let’s get one thing straight, TJ. My old man? He wasn’t perfect. I know his flaws—hell, I grew up watchin' him fight 'em every damn day. But what you forget, what you conveniently leave out in all your lil’ victory laps and press clips, is that Charlie Feigel made you. Yeah, that’s right. He was the one who went to bat for you. He was the one who said, “Give TJ a shot.” He didn’t have to. He saw somethin’ in you—potential, hunger, that edge. And he put his name, his legacy on the line to give you that World Title match. And you won. Good for you. But don’t you dare rewrite the story like you did it without him. KD steps closer to the camera, voice lowering, intensity growing. This ain’t about the past anymore. This ain’t about Charlie. This is about the future. This is about me. My time. My moment. So call yourself “The Game Changer” all you want, TJ… but the only game you’ve changed is your own. You stepped up once—but now? You’re steppin’ into my world. And unlike my father? I’m not gonna underestimate the knife you keep behind your back. He smirks again, wicked and confident, then turns his attention to the rest of the field. Lauren Harris… the “Siren of Silence,” huh? Cold, calculating, dangerous. I see you. But even the most silent storms can be snuffed out when chaos hits. Freddie Roberts… I know your type. Straight-laced, technical, proud. Problem is, pride makes you predictable. And I feast on predictable. Leon Roberts—no relation, but you're still gonna catch the same fade. You're wild, reckless, thinkin' that's your edge. But I am chaos, Leon. You can't out-crazy the Kaos. And Lindsey Flare… you’re a spark, I’ll give you that. But sparks don’t last long when I burn the whole damn matchbook down. KD points to the AWS logo behind him, then taps the imaginary belt around his waist. That AWS Intercontinental Championship? It's within reach. I can taste it. Odds might be stacked, but I'm a Feigel. And Feigels always got a Plan A, Plan B, and a Plan C. That ain’t just a promise. He steps forward, eyes locked on the lens. That’s a spoiler. He throws up the Kaos symbol, then walks off screen, leaving only the echo of his message behind. Wanna hear what Plan A looks like?