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Ace Sky sits in a lotus pose on an equipment box. Ace Sky: Daron thinks he has me all figured out, maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. My biggest threat isn’t my aerial aptitude that is a misconception, you make all these references to me as just a highflier that really don’t apply and are not clever at all, very cliche. I’ve been in this business long enough to know cliches create cash, the easiest hook is just looking at two wrestlers as these extreme opposites, I don't think people are idiots the fans, they turn their brains off and react emotionally , I appreciate that however all I am suggesting is look at what we have in common, go beyond the simple statistics where he is bigger and stronger to me, besides that we actually have a lot in common. We are journeymen, we have our history which becomes our mythos and we are soldiers with our scars as our badges and I am sure there are stereotypes or even other factors he had to deal with from wrestling promoters just as I have over this time. We have seen this business and sport evolve from our generation inventing the independent circuit to replace the territories. We have seen how social media and the internet itself has been affected and affected pro wrestling. I was able to achieve my pipe dream fantasy of wrestling in Japan by 21 years old, that was 2005. Being able to get enough buzz and build my portfolio to get that chance was dream come true. I love wrestling in Japan, I love the culture of Japan and the culture of pro wrestling in Japan. After my time in Japan, mainstream American Wrestling wanted me but they wanted a marketable version of myself, I was in my mid 20’s I didn’t even know myself and that has always been a frustrating experience, even now as I am as self-assured as possible now, due to a decade of spiritual enlightenment however suffer from disappointment and fear of disappointing others besides just myself. I am so lucky to have a loyal fanbase and for the working class to still vibe with me as I do them as we fight the powers that be and all this stuff I stand by and want to stand up for when I often get stomped on. I’ve had some success here, won a championship last year however in terms of “what have you done for me lately” to fans and my employers here that has been less than stellar. You paint me as a forced to be reckoned with and I can appreciate that however I also think it is extremely disingenuous for you as the champion to paint yourself as an underdog. You lost a couple matches? Big deal I wrestle for multiple federations I lose all the time, I am constantly humbled and humiliated that is what makes me thrive, the taste of victory is sweet because the aftertaste of loss is so bitter, that’s the ying & yang of this- the gross humble pie of losses and the sweetness of victory. Ace points to his forehead Ace Sky: Looking through your third eye means looking inward, I have spent the past decade doing so, it is important to look at yourself more than a body, more than a wrestler. I identify with the galaxy because of the vastness, the openness. There's not enough on earth, I seek that out and I seek out the harmonious openness among the people, if we connect as the stars do we all shine. I know many think i'm a looney, a real space cadet and maybe my heads are in the clouds, I have been slammed through the mats, on the ground. I have been grounded and as I mentioned before stepped on , however I always rise back up reborn and rebuilt . I'm a human rocket with the spirit of jaguar, i'm a real live-wire. I am Ace Sky !

The Locket, the Laughter, the Lie

The lights flicker, a distorted carousel tune plays faintly in the background, slowly building into chaotic laughter. The screen glitches to static before cutting to a dimly lit room. There, perched backwards on a steel chair, face painted in cracked, chaotic layers of crimson, white, and shadowy black, sits... "Kid Kaos" KD Feigel. He giggles—low, menacing. Then tilts his head, eyes gleaming with madness and purpose. KD FEIGEL (in full Klown Prince persona): Hehehehe… ohhh, Legacy... Legacy... such a pretty little name for such a violent little tournament. AWS decided it was time to crown a champion, hmm? Someone to hold the glory, the gold, the power. And what do they do? They toss ol’ Kaos into the first round with a riddle-wrapped enigma—The Sphinx, Drake Nygma. Drake… oh, Draaake! You’re a clever one, aren’t ya? A mind like a steel trap, all gears and riddles and... masks. You think you can outsmart the chaos? Heh-heh-HA! Smart doesn’t matter when the fists start flyin’. Brains go splat, just like eggs on a hot sidewalk. And I? I’m not here to answer questions. I’m here to BREAK ‘em. Kid Kaos rises slowly, chair clattering behind him, as he leans in close to the camera. You wanna puzzle, Drake? Here's one for ya: He pauses. His eyes wide. A grin splits his face. ME. I don’t care if you’re a riddle. I don’t care if you're a legend. You could be a sphinx, a dragon, or a damn unicorn—I'll still twist ya up and paint the canvas red with your regrets. I didn’t come to Legacy to play fair. I came to win. Chair shots, chokeholds, DDTs through dreams—whatever it takes. So get ready, Drake. ‘Cause when the bell rings, all your little questions? They get answered the HARD way. Kaos licks his lips, eyes darting with twitchy delight. This tournament’s gonna be a bloody carnival ride… and the Klown Prince always gets the last laugh. The screen glitches again. KD’s twisted laughter echoes, trailing off into static as the promo ends. #KidKaos #KlownPrince #AWSLegacy #LetTheMadnessBegin

The lights flicker red and black as the camera cuts to a dimly lit warehouse. Chains hang from the ceiling, swaying slowly as the sound of metal scraping against concrete echoes in the background. In the center of the shot stands Kid Kaos—KD Feigel himself—tatted up, eyes gleaming with fire, the AWS Chaos Crown slung over one shoulder. Next to him, leaning against a rusted steel beam with a wicked smirk, is Isis—dark, deadly, and dangerous as ever. KD Feigel (Kid Kaos): leans forward, voice gravelly but electric with rage Yo... AWS Champions Carnival 2025. The Gauntlet. TJ Alexander, Freddie and Leon Roberts, Lauren Harris, Lindsey Flare... and all of you are about to learn the true meaning of pain when you step into the pit with me and my queen. But first... TJ, let me holler at you. You think it’s cute tryin’ to spit on my father's legacy? Huh? grits teeth You think just 'cause you got a mic and a twitch stream, you can rewrite the book that Kaos built with blood, bone, and legacy? My pops carved a path through this industry, made it so punks like you even had a ring to step into. You wanna try and drag his name through the mud? Cool. Just know—I drag bodies, kid. And yours is next. Isis: steps forward, flipping a blade casually in one hand, smirking like she’s already decided who dies first See, baby, I been watching these other names... waiting for a little noise, maybe a war cry. But nah—crickets. Lindsey, Lauren, Leon, Freddie... you all so damn quiet. That’s dangerous. Y’know what they say—silence is deadly. But in this case? It ain’t 'cause you’re plotting... it’s 'cause you’re scared. And you should be. KD Feigel: They think they’re saving their breath for the match... nah. They already lost it the moment they saw our names on the card. TJ runnin' his mouth like he got something to prove—while the rest of 'em? Just ghosts. he points to the camera, jabbing a finger like he’s stabbing through the lens But ghosts don’t win wars. Ghosts get exorcised. And at Champions Carnival? I’m bringin’ the fire. Isis: grins viciously And I’m bringin’ the funeral pyre. KD Feigel (Kid Kaos): AWS wants chaos? Baby, we are chaos. And when that bell rings... only one name echoes when the smoke clears. Both in unison: Long live the Kaos. The camera glitch-cuts to black, leaving only the echo of KD’s laugh and Isis’s boots fading into silence.

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A Broken Mind : Part Two

[Opening Title Card: “SCOUTING REPORT: ACE SKY – The Space Shaman”] [Soft synth music begins—cosmic visuals fade in] Narrator (V.O.): In a universe full of high-flyers and technical masters, there is only one Space Shaman… only one Nebula Ninja… only one Ace Sky. [Clips play: Ace executing a crisp moonsault, meditating backstage, martial arts kata in slow motion] Narrator (V.O.): Born Ace Ian Rabinovitch on March 16th, 1983, this Houston native has defied gravity, broken down stylistic barriers, and transcended expectations for over 25 years in professional wrestling. [Segment Title: Origins of the Nebula Ninja] [Clips of childhood photos, amateur wrestling photos, taekwondo footage overlayed] Narrator (V.O.): Ace was a prodigy from the start—IQ 190. Black belt in Taekwondo by age 10. A gymnast, an amateur wrestler, and an astrophysics assistant all before his teens. But his heart belonged to pro wrestling… and outer space. [B-roll of backyard wrestling on trampolines, newspaper clipping animations] Narrator (V.O.): From 1993 to 1996, Ace was a pioneer in the backyard scene, learning lucha libre, deathmatch, and technical wrestling from the underground up. On March 29th, 1998, he made his official pro debut—just 15 years old—on public access TV in Galveston, Texas. [Segment Title: Style Breakdown – “Galactic Precision”] [Clip montage: submission transitions, chain wrestling, aerial dives from multiple eras] Narrator (V.O.): Ace Sky blends the best of the wrestling multiverse: ☑️ American technical precision ☑️ Japanese strong style resilience ☑️ Lucha libre aerial wizardry ☑️ UK-European fluidity ☑️ Martial arts striking from Shotokan, Wado-Ryu, and more. [Overlay graphic: “Similar to – Matt Sydal | PAC | Jonathan Gresham | Mike Bailey”] Narrator (V.O.): He’s often compared to the likes of Matt Sydal, PAC, and Mike Bailey, but even that doesn’t capture the uniqueness of his dynamic cruiserweight energy. [Segment Title: Signature Arsenal] [Clips of each move shown with name in corner graphic] Galaxy Leap – A high-altitude Shooting Star Press, rarely used now except for PPVs due to the wear on his body. Psychadelic Spiral – A Lightning Spiral that disorients as much as it devastates. Cosmo’s Clutch – A submission born from his yogic and BJJ training—a crossface-stretch cobra clutch hybrid that drains both air and hope. Narrator (V.O.): Every strike. Every hold. Every flight. It’s all connected to the stars. [Segment Title: Trials of the Astral Ace] [Clips: grainy footage of Ace on the indies, riding a motorcycle, slow-motion fall, Peru jungle footage] Narrator (V.O.): But the cosmos didn’t come without chaos. A childhood scandal. A failed NASA dream. Injuries. Addiction. And in 2012, a motorcycle crash that disfigured his foot—and nearly ended his career. [Footage of Ace in meditation in Peru] Narrator (V.O.): But Ace didn’t just bounce back—he was reborn. An ayahuasca retreat in the Peruvian jungle gave birth to the Space Shaman. A man who believes he can slow down time… And maybe, just maybe… can. [Segment Title: The Philosophy of Flight] [Clips of Ace speaking in promos about energy, freedom, and the cosmos; training footage with younger wrestlers] Narrator (V.O.): Since 2020, Ace Sky has become one of the highest-paid, most in-demand free agents in the world. Not just for his skills, but for his philosophy. He doesn’t just wrestle. He enlightens. He doesn’t just fly. He ascends. [Segment Title: Scouting Notes] [On-screen bullet points appear with accompanying visuals] Strengths: ✅ Versatile hybrid style ✅ Veteran ring awareness ✅ Incredible flexibility and balance ✅ Creative ring psychology ✅ Can wrestle any style, anywhere Weaknesses: ⚠️ Wear and tear—nagging foot and leg injuries ⚠️ Can be emotionally reactive ⚠️ Sometimes sacrifices power for flash [Segment Title: Final Verdict] Narrator (V.O.): He’s been overlooked. Underrated. Doubted because of his size. But underestimate him… and you’ll find yourself looking up at the stars. Ace Sky is not just a wrestler. He’s a constellation of skill, heart, and cosmic resilience. [Clip: Ace hits the Cosmo’s Clutch on a grounded opponent, crowd roaring] Narrator (V.O.): He is the Galaxy Guru. The Nebula Ninja. The Space Shaman. [Final Title Card: “ACE SKY – SCOUT HIM IF YOU CAN.”] [Fade out with “Bite Me” by Avril Lavigne lightly in background or a custom synth space-style outro sting.] [Scene opens in a dim, quiet locker room. The light glow of a monitor illuminates Daron Smythe’s face. The final notes of the Ace Sky scouting report fade out. Daron, seated in a folding chair, lifts his hand and presses a button on the remote. The screen goes dark.] He exhales. He leans forward, elbows on knees, his tone calm but deliberate. DARON: That’s enough. I’ve watched the tape. I’ve studied the movement. I’ve seen the “Galaxy Guru” do things in the ring that most people wouldn’t even dare to imagine—let alone attempt. Hell, Ace Sky makes physics look like a dance partner. [He stands, rubbing the back of his neck, stretching out the tension.] But here’s the thing... I’m not standing here tonight trying to figure out how to out-flip, out-fly, or out-meditate Ace Sky. I’m standing here tonight, trying to remind myself that I’m still that guy. Because if we’re being honest? And we are—because that’s what I do—I’ll say it plain: I’m vulnerable right now. Two straight losses to Eric Herrera. Two reminders that even when you’re busting your ass every day… sometimes, it’s not enough. Sometimes, you get punched in the mouth—and the guy across from you walks away with the win. [He glares into the lens. The fire in his eyes is low, but it’s burning.] But Champions Carnival is coming. My third shot at Herrera… it’s do or die. And on the way there? I’ve got to go through Ace Sky. And that’s no easy path. [He paces slowly.] Ace is everything people say he is—graceful, unpredictable, a storm wrapped in stardust. He’s the kind of guy who can beat you before you’ve even figured out what angle he’s coming from. And he’s got his own fire to feed, doesn’t he? He’s facing Medico Muerte at Champions Carnival. Another fight that’s going to test the outer limits of his pain threshold and his resolve. So I know what this match means to him. [He stops. The pacing turns to stone-cold stillness. A long pause.] But here’s what it means to me. This match isn’t about Ace Sky. It’s about Daron Smythe proving he’s still #1. Not because I say it. Not because it’s stitched into my trunks. But because I walk into every match—every war—with the intent to leave nothing behind. I’ve been humbled. I’ve tasted defeat when I thought I had things figured out. But I’m not the kind of man who lets that define me. I’m the kind of man who takes the hits, resets, and walks right back through the fire. So Ace, I respect what you bring to the table. But I’m not coming to orbit. I’m coming to collide. You wanna soar? I’m gonna ground you. You wanna dance among the stars? I’m bringing gravity. Because when the smoke clears… When the lights dim… And the road to Champions Carnival starts winding down into its final stretch? You’re gonna remember who the hell you’re standing across from. I’m not just a number. I’m not just a name. I’m the #1 man in professional wrestling. And this week? I get back to proving it. [Fade out with Daron staring directly into the camera, focused, determined, with that signature chip on his shoulder.]

“AXE ME IF I CARE: The War of Words, Goats, and Weaponized Siblings”

A New Reign: A Rising Tide

AWS Tuesday Night Assault Live from Westfalenhalle – Dortmund, Germany The cameras cut to a packed and rowdy Westfalenhalle as pyrotechnics explode across the stage and lights pulse to the beat of the opening music. The crowd in Dortmund is on their feet, waving signs and chanting as the camera pans the arena before cutting to the commentary desk. Joey Black: Ladies and gentlemen, willkommen to Germany! We are live from the legendary Westfalenhalle in Dortmund, and this is Tuesday Night Assault—the hottest ticket in town and the most chaotic night in professional wrestling! Hardcore Hex: You can feel it in the air tonight, Joey. This place is electric. Germany always brings the noise, and tonight AWS is giving them a card packed with violence, vengeance, and championship gold! Joey Black: Speaking of gold, let’s talk about that main event. Roger Williams defends the Assault Championship against the dangerous and enigmatic Orphius Marius. These two men are polar opposites, but tonight, only one walks out with the belt. Hardcore Hex: And don’t sleep on that North American Championship match! Karli Rae is riding high as champ, but Rachel Storm has been hunting this opportunity for weeks—and tonight might be her moment to strike. Joey Black: We’ve also got the Next-LVL Championship in play, as the stoic warrior Tyr Dagrsson squares off with the no-nonsense Mason Hurst. That one is going to be a battle of willpower and grit. Hardcore Hex: And don’t forget, we kick things off with a match that could steal the whole damn show—Carlie Flair versus Kat Genovesi. Flair’s got something to prove, and Kat Genovesi is as ruthless as they come. Joey Black: The table is set, the fans are ready, and the action is about to erupt. Dortmund, are you ready? Because Tuesday Night Assault starts—right now! The camera cuts to the ring as the opening contest gets underway... Opening Contest: AWS Tuesday Night Assault Carlie Flair vs. Kat Genovesi Live from Westfalenhalle – Dortmund, Germany The camera pans across a buzzing crowd in the Westfalenhalle as the lights dim and red spotlights sweep across the arena. Stephany Mullins: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! A haunting orchestral-metal beat drops, and the opening chords of “Blood & Roses” begin to thunder through the arena. Haunting violins rise above pounding drums as Kat Genovesi steps onto the stage, draped in her long black-and-red coat and metallic shoulder guards, half her face hidden by a Venetian-style mask. The crowd gives a mixed reaction—equal parts awe and apprehension. Joey Black: There she is—"The Iron Rose." Kat Genovesi is elegance fused with devastation. And Hex, I wouldn’t want to be standing across the ring from her tonight. Hardcore Hex: You’d better bring more than fancy footwork when you step to Kat. This woman doesn’t bend, doesn’t beg, and she damn sure doesn’t lose easily. Kat slowly removes her mask and cloak at ringside, then climbs the stairs, entering the ring with deliberate, composed menace. Suddenly, a pop erupts from the crowd as “Good 4 U” by Olivia Rodrigo hits the speakers. Carlie Flair bursts through the curtain, brimming with energy, slapping hands with fans on the way to the ring. She’s all confidence and determination. Stephany Mullins: Introducing first, from Malibu, California by way of Charlotte, North Carolina—she is “Undeniable” Carlie Flair! And her opponent, from Florence, Italy—she is “The Iron Rose” Kat Genovesi! Referee: Lexi Navarro signals for the bell. DING DING DING Carlie wastes no time, sprinting in with a shotgun dropkick that briefly rocks Kat into the corner. The crowd pops as Flair follows with a flurry of palm strikes and a spinning heel kick to the jaw! Kat stumbles out of the corner—only to fire back with a brutal European uppercut that turns the momentum instantly. She catches Carlie’s wrist mid-strike and yanks her into a wrist-lock takedown, seamlessly transitioning into a grounded armbar. Carlie writhes, trying to roll through, and eventually reaches the ropes with her boot. Kat releases at four, showing no mercy. Hardcore Hex: Kat’s not here to put on a show—she’s here to make a statement. Carlie counters a back suplex attempt with a springboard tornado DDT that nearly gets a three-count. The fans are back on their feet as Carlie hits the ropes, looking for a 360 Double Knee Facebreaker—but Kat steps aside and blasts her with the Steel Pedal, a sickening running knee to the jaw. Carlie is stunned. Kat doesn’t wait. She drags Carlie up, hooks the arm, and plants her with the Iron Bloom Driver, her high-angle fisherman buster. Joey Black: That’s it! That’s gotta be it! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING Stephany Mullins: Here is your winner—Kat Genovesi! The referee raises Kat’s arm as she glares down at Carlie Flair with a mixture of disdain and cold respect. The crowd gives her a mixed ovation, unsure whether to cheer her skill or fear her dominance. Hardcore Hex: Beauty may wilt, Joey… but iron never bends. Joey Black: Kat Genovesi just sent a chilling message to the entire women’s division here in AWS. Flair gave it her all, but tonight, the Iron Rose blooms in Dortmund. The camera lingers on Kat’s stoic expression as she exits the ring, unfazed and unshaken, leaving Carlie recovering in the corner as we head to break. Match #2 – AWS Tuesday Night Assault Live from Westfalenhalle – Dortmund, Germany Vacant AWS NXT-LVL Championship Match Mason Hurst vs. Týr Dagrsson The crowd in Dortmund is electric as the camera cuts to the ring where ring announcer Stephany Mullins stands, mic in hand. Stephany Mullins: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the VACANT AWS NXT-LVL Championship! A cold blue hue floods the arena as the haunting war drums and distant horns of Týr Dagrsson’s entrance theme echo through the Westfalenhalle. Týr steps out like a myth made real—6’6” of cold-blooded fury, eyes dead set on the ring, muscles rippling with every step. Joey Black: Here comes the man they call The Warborn Berserker. There’s a reason people whisper his name when they talk about violence. Týr Dagrsson doesn’t want fame. He doesn’t want money. He wants battle. Hardcore Hex: He’s not here to wrestle. He’s here to destroy—and if Mason Hurst isn’t careful, he’ll end up just another name scratched into the Viking’s shield. The lights snap red as “Razor’s Edge” by AC/DC blasts through the sound system. Mason Hurst storms out to the ramp, nostrils flared, arms flexed like he’s about to tear the arena down brick by brick. His black and red “Center of Attention” shirt hangs over his shoulders like a battle flag. Joey Black: This man is all business. The Dominator from Canberra. Mason Hurst isn’t impressed by myths or stories—he’s here to crush bodies and take what’s his. Hardcore Hex: And tonight, he’s got a shot at the NXT-LVL Championship. This might be one of the most physically brutal matches in AWS history. Referee Corey Salazar checks both men and calls for the bell. DING DING DING Mason charges in first with a big boot—Týr absorbs it and fires back with a thunderous Viking uppercut. The two titans trade brutal forearms, neither man giving an inch. Týr attempts a Worldbreaker lariat, but Mason ducks and plants him with a scoop slam that echoes through the ring. Hurst hits the ropes and lands a crushing May-lay running powerslam, going for an early pin. 1! 2!—Kickout! Týr rises with a snarl and blasts Mason with a Wolf’s Howl corner spear that drops Hurst to his knees. Týr lifts Mason and sends him flying with a Ragnarök Slam—a cradle tombstone that almost ends it. Joey Black: That could’ve been it! Mason just barely got a shoulder up! Hardcore Hex: And Týr doesn’t look pissed. He looks excited. That’s terrifying. The match spills to the outside where Týr grabs Hurst for a Viking Execution, but Mason shoves him into the steel steps, then rams him into the barricade with a bearhug spinebreaker combo. He throws Týr back into the ring and hits the ropes— BOOM! Deadline! A ripcord clothesline nearly decapitates Týr. 1! 2! Týr kicks out! Hurst wastes no time—he hoists Týr up onto his shoulders… Thunder Down Under! The ring shakes! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING Stephany Mullins: Here is your winner… and the NEW AWS NXT-LVL Champion… Mason Hurst! Joey Black: He did it! Mason Hurst has just conquered the Warborn Berserker and claimed the NXT-LVL Championship in the process! Hardcore Hex: That was a battle of gods, and Hurst came out with the hammer. But make no mistake—Týr is not the kind of man to stay down for long. Mason Hurst holds the championship high, sneering at the crowd and barking into the hard cam as Týr Dagrsson rolls out of the ring, battered but still standing—his cold eyes locked on the title as if this war is far from over. Match #3: AWS North American Championship Karli Rae (c) vs. Rachel Storm Referee: Melanie Raye Ring Announcer: Stephany Mullins Commentators: Joey Black and Hardcore Hex The crowd inside Westfalenhalle buzzed as Stephany Mullins stood center ring, mic in hand. Stephany Mullins: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the AWS North American Championship! Rachel Storm entered first, her presence like lightning in human form—focused, confident, and visibly determined to leave Dortmund with gold around her waist. Then “Texas Fight” by The Dropouts hit, and the crowd erupted for the hometown-favorite firecracker, Karli Rae. Sporting burnt orange and white gear with a Longhorn logo on her kneepad, Karli dashed down the ramp, exuding Texas pride as she pointed to the North American Championship around her waist. She slid into the ring and climbed the corner, rallying the fans with an energetic "Hook 'em!" Joey Black: This might be Karli Rae’s biggest test yet. Rachel Storm is a different kind of challenger—brutal, relentless, and as tenacious as they come. Hardcore Hex: And Karli may be quick and courageous, but if she lets her heart overrule her strategy, she’s walking out of here without that title. The bell rang and the match erupted with speed and intensity. Rachel grounded Karli early with stiff strikes and a thudding suplex, controlling the pace with calculated brutality. Karli responded with dazzling aerial offense, including a springboard hurricanrana and a shotgun dropkick that nearly knocked Rachel out of the ring. As the crowd chanted "Let's go Karli!", Storm roared back with a big spinebuster and followed with a running knee to the jaw. The back-and-forth action intensified, both women giving everything for the title. In the final sequence, Karli countered a Death Valley Driver with a quick tilt-a-whirl into a DDT. She climbed the ropes, signaling for the Shooting Star Press—but Rachel popped up, met her on the top rope, and hooked her for a superplex. Both women crashed to the mat in a stunning impact that silenced the crowd. Referee Melanie Raye dropped down to count: ONE! TWO! THREE! But both shoulders were down. The bell rang. Confusion filled the arena. Stephany Mullins: Ladies and gentlemen… this match has been declared a double pinfall! Therefore… still AWS North American Champion, Karli Rae! Joey Black: What a heart-stopping finish, Hex! They both hit the mat and neither could lift a shoulder! Hardcore Hex: This is one of those rare moments where both women were too tough for their own good. But one thing’s clear—this score isn’t settled. Not by a long shot. As the crowd applauded both competitors, Karli Rae clutched the championship tightly, barely able to stand, while Rachel Storm stared at her from the corner, seething. Both women locked eyes—this wasn’t over. Joey Black: The AWS North American Title stays with Karli Rae, but Rachel Storm just proved she’s every bit the threat—and we’re gonna need a rematch. Hardcore Hex: Agreed. No one leaves tonight satisfied. The scene faded with Karli Rae standing in the corner, exhausted but still champion, while Rachel backed up the ramp, mouthing one phrase: “Next time… I finish it.” Main Event: AWS Assault Championship Match Roger Williams (c) vs. Orphius Marius Referee: Jake Callister Ring Announcer: Stephany Mullins Commentators: Joey Black and Hardcore Hex The lights inside the Westfalenhalle dimmed to an eerie blue glow as the low rumble of oceanic thunder began to fill the arena. A rising orchestral storm swelled into "Wrath of the Sea"—and from the shadows stepped Orphius Marius. Silent. Steeled. Cloaked in oceanic vengeance. His silver gauntlet glimmered beneath the lights like a relic dredged from the abyss. Joey Black: We’ve called Orphius Marius “The Silent Tempest,” but tonight—tonight he might be a category five storm. Hardcore Hex: Roger Williams has made a career out of breaking people, but Orphius doesn’t break. He drowns you. Moments later, “Ready for War (Pray for Peace)” thundered through the speakers as Roger Williams stepped onto the stage, stone-faced and fire-eyed, a chain wrapped around his hand. The AWS Assault Championship was strapped around his waist, but his stare never left the ring. Joey Black: The champ is focused. He knows Orphius isn’t just another challenger—he’s something otherworldly. Something ancient. Hardcore Hex: Williams has fought wars in cages, rings, and real-world battlegrounds. He isn’t backing down from a sea demon. Not tonight. Stephany Mullins made the introductions. Jake Callister raised the title. The bell rang—and the two forces collided like tectonic plates. The match started stiff. Brutal. Roger tried to target the ribs and neck with crisp suplexes and knee strikes. Orphius absorbed them with a haunting calm, answering with a spine-shattering Stormbreaker Spinebuster that nearly won it early. Williams fought back with a standing Cobra Clutch that drained the oxygen from Orphius’ lungs, but the oceanic warrior countered with a sharp headbutt and followed with the Poseidon’s Spear, cutting the champion in half with a thunderous charge. Joey Black: That man just got folded. And Orphius is far from finished. Hardcore Hex: If Williams doesn’t find his second wind, we’re looking at a new champion. Roger desperately clawed his way back, delivering the Catatonic with a roar of defiance, but only got a two-count. When he went for the Dragon Clutch, Orphius slipped out, rose like a wraith, and delivered The Leviathan Driver—spiking Williams directly on his neck. Still, Roger kicked out. Frustrated but focused, Orphius stood over his prey and delivered a devastating King’s Banishment, driving both knees into Roger’s chest from a vertical suplex setup. Then, with the crowd on its feet and his long hair cascading like seaweed around his cold expression, Orphius lifted Roger into the air once more. Joey Black: Oh no... here it comes— Hardcore Hex: TIDAL WAVE!!! With a twisting crash of flesh and fury, Orphius hit his devastating reverse suplex into spinebuster. He hooked the leg deep. Jake Callister dropped to count. One! Two! Three! The bell rang. Stephany Mullins: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and NEW AWS Assault Champion… ORPHIUS MARIUS! The crowd roared—not out of love, but awe. Orphius rose slowly, the Assault Championship draped across his shoulder like a mantle of judgment. Joey Black: The reign of Orphius Marius has begun. The oceans have claimed the Assault Division. Hardcore Hex: You could feel the shift, Joey. A new order is rising—and it wears silver gauntlets and speaks with fury from the sea. As Orphius stood in the center of the ring, lights dimmed again and a crack of thunder echoed above. The last shot was the new champion, eyes closed, whispering to something far beneath the surface—while Roger Williams lay broken at his feet. The Silent Tempest had come… and the storm had just begun.

A Broken Mind

Destruction Awaits

The Storm Has Arrived

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