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PRE SHOW SEGMENT
Scene opens with Ray Carter and Jay Walker seated at the announce desk. Behind them, the arena is buzzing with energy. Alyssa Morgan stands to the side, microphone in hand, and Jazmine Sparks is nearby, ready to introduce the night’s action.
Ray Carter: Welcome to the pre-show for AAW Impact Episode Two! We’ve got a huge night ahead, but first, we need to talk about some of the biggest stories in AAW right now.”
Jay Walker: And nothing’s hotter than the rivalry between Anthony King and Nicky Douché. This all started with Nicky throwing shade at King’s background. But after what we saw at the Champions Conquest match? It’s clear this feud is about to explode.
Ray Carter: Exactly. Nicky had Avery ready to come down the ramp, but King wasn’t having any of that. He took Avery out with a steel chair, and that distraction gave Kyra Davison just the opening she needed to eliminate Nicky.
Jay Walker: And you know Nicky’s steaming over that. This rivalry is personal now, and I don’t see either of these guys backing down anytime soon. King sent a message with that chair shot he’s not someone to mess with.
Alyssa Morgan: I spoke with King earlier today, and he’s laser-focused. He knows Nicky wants revenge, but King’s ready for whatever comes his way. It feels like this rivalry is just heating up.”
Ray Carter: It’s only a matter of time before these two clash again. And when they do, it’s going to be a fight to remember.
A graphic pops up showing the United States Championship triple threat match between Just Cause, Thaddeus Duke, and Ken Davison.
Jay Walker: But speaking of fights to remember, Ray, we have a massive match set for the pay-per-view Just Cause, Thaddeus Duke, and Ken Davison in a triple threat for the inaugural United States Championship. You can feel the excitement building for this one.
Ray Carter: No question. Let’s start with Ken Davison. This man is a legend a 28-year veteran with championships across the globe. From the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition to Sin City Wrestling and Carnage Wrestling, Ken’s done it all. And don’t forget, he’s a member of not one, but four different Hall of Fames.
Jay Walker: Ken’s experience is a huge factor, but don’t sleep on Thaddeus Duke. This guy is a freak of nature fast, athletic, and technical. He’s a master in the ring and, let’s not forget, he’s an icon in XWF with multiple championship reigns to his name. Duke knows how to win when the stakes are high.
Ray Carter: Absolutely, Duke has that natural gift in the ring. His combination of high-flying and technical skills makes him unpredictable. Plus, he’s got that mean streak he loves the pain, both giving it and taking it. But sometimes his pride gets in the way. We’ve seen him refuse to quit, even when it would be smarter to tap out.
Alyssa Morgan: And then there’s Just Cause, a wildcard in every sense. His only motivation is gold, and he doesn’t care who he has to crush to get it. He’s dangerous, ruthless, and laser-focused on that United States Championship.
Ray Carter: So, the big question who walks out with the belt? Ken Davison’s experience? Thad Duke’s freakish athleticism? Or Just Cause’s relentless drive?
Jay Walker: If I had to choose, I’m sticking with Thaddeus Duke. He’s young, hungry, and already an icon in XWF. That kind of confidence mixed with his skill set makes him a real threat.
Ray Carter: I’m going with Ken Davison. His resume speaks for itself, and he’s been in every type of match imaginable. He’s got that vicious streak when he needs it, and I think that’s going to give him the edge.
Alyssa Morgan: No matter who wins, one thing’s for sure this is going to be a match for the ages. Three competitors with very different styles, but only one can walk out with the United States.
Alyssa Morgan: And as if the stakes couldn’t get any higher tonight, we’re all eagerly waiting for Kyra Davison’s big decision. After winning the Champions Conquest match, Kyra now has the power to choose which champion she’ll challenge for their title. Her options are the Impact Champion Misery, the Intercontinental Champion Mac Bane, or the World Heavyweight Champion Axel Shaw. Ray, this is a massive decision.
Ray Carter: No doubt about it, Alyssa. Kyra’s got an opportunity most wrestlers dream of. But here’s the thing whoever she picks, she’s in for a fight. Let’s break down her choices. First, there’s Misery, the Impact Champion. Misery is known for his brutal, unrelenting style. He's unpredictable, violent, and absolutely fearless in the ring. Kyra would be walking into a war zone if she chooses Misery.
Jay Walker: Yeah, Misery is the type who thrives in chaos. He doesn’t care how much damage he takes as long as he dishes out more. But if Kyra’s looking for a technical, hard-hitting match, there’s Mac Bane, the Intercontinental Champion. Bane is a no-nonsense bruiser. He’s got that old-school toughness, and when you step into the ring with him, you’re gonna leave with a few bruises.
Ray Carter: Mac Bane is all about precision and power. He’s not flashy, but he gets the job done. Kyra’s smart, and she might be tempted to go after him, but she better be ready to absorb some serious punishment if she does.
Alyssa Morgan: But then there’s the biggest prize of them all Axel Shaw, the World Heavyweight Champion. and there’s a reason he’s the top guy. He’s a total package: strength, agility, ring IQ you name it. If Kyra wants to make the biggest statement possible, challenging Axel Shaw might be the way to go. But is she ready for that level of competition?
Jay Walker: It’s a tough call, Alyssa. Axel Shaw is no joke. He’s the World Heavyweight Champion for a reason. But Kyra’s been on an incredible run lately. She’s got the momentum, and sometimes, when you’re riding high like that, you go for the biggest challenge. Axel might be the toughest fight, but the reward? It doesn’t get any bigger than holding that World Heavyweight Championship.
Ray Carter: Kyra’s got a lot to think about. She can go after Misery’s unpredictability, Mac Bane’s raw power, or Axel Shaw’s all-around dominance. No matter who she picks, tonight’s decision could change the trajectory of her career.
Alyssa Morgan: I can’t wait to hear what she decides. Do you guys have any guesses on who she’s leaning toward?
Jay Walker: Honestly, I think she might go for Misery. They both have that ruthless side, and it would be an all-out brawl. But like Ray said, the World Heavyweight Title is the ultimate prize. Kyra might surprise us all and go straight for Axel Shaw.
Ray Carter: I think she’s going to go after Mac Bane. She’s a strategic thinker, and Bane might seem like the best shot for her to take advantage of her speed and technical skills. Either way, it’s going to be a huge moment when she makes her decision.
Alyssa Morgan: It’s the biggest decision of Kyra’s career, and we’ll find out tonight which champion she’ll be gunning for. Stay tuned, because the stakes couldn’t be higher.
The camera zooms back in on Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan at the commentary desk, as they’re ready to break down tonight's matches.
Alyssa Morgan: Alright, folks, it’s time to dive into tonight’s match card, and let me tell you, it’s loaded from top to bottom. We’re starting things off with a match that could set the tone for the entire night.
Ray Carter: That’s right, Alyssa. Kicking off the show, we’ve got two competitors from the Champions Conquest match who are looking to bounce back John Blade and Nicky Douché. Both men came up short in the Conquest match, but now they’ll face each other, and you know how badly each of them wants to get back on track with a win.
Jay Walker: Nicky Douché’s got a chip on his shoulder after getting distracted by Anthony King in the Conquest match, and John Blade, well, he’s got something to prove every time he steps in the ring. This is a battle of redemption, and whoever gets the win is going to come out of this with some much-needed momentum.
A graphic appears for Match Two, featuring Salvatore Impasato vs. Noah "The Nomad" Stroud.
Alyssa Morgan: Up next, we’ve got the in-ring debuts of two powerhouses—Salvatore Impasato and Noah ‘The Nomad’ Stroud. We don’t know much about either of them just yet, but they’re both known for their raw strength and intensity.
Ray Carter: Yeah, Alyssa, this one could be a pure slugfest. Both guys are making their first appearances, and there’s no better way to make a statement than by walking out with a victory in your debut. It’s going to be interesting to see who can impose their will and show what they’re made of.
Jay Walker: You know these two are looking to leave a lasting impression. Whoever wins is going to turn some heads, that’s for sure.
The graphic shifts to the next match: Tracy Cage vs. Anthony King.
Ray Carter: And speaking of debuts, in our third match, we have Tracy Cage stepping into the ring for the very first time. She’s a Hollywood actor making the crossover into pro wrestling, and she’s going to face Anthony King, who’s got that street mentality. King is looking to rebound after his tough loss in the Champions Conquest match, so this one should be very interesting.
Jay Walker: King’s a dangerous man with a lot to prove, especially after he got involved in Nicky Douché’s match last week. But Tracy Cage? She’s a wildcard. Making that transition from Hollywood to wrestling is no easy task, but if she can pull off a win here, she’ll instantly be in the conversation.
The screen shifts to the tag team match graphic, featuring Carl Matthews & Karly Ward vs. Ken Davison & Kyra Davison.
Alyssa Morgan: Next, we’ve got a tag team match that could get really interesting. It’s Carl Matthews and Karly Ward teaming up against Ken Davison and Kyra Davison, a husband-and-wife duo who know each other like the back of their hands.
Ray Carter: That’s right, Alyssa. Ken and Kyra are a dangerous pairing, with Ken being a 28-year veteran and Kyra coming off her massive win in the Champions Conquest match. But Carl Matthews and Karly Ward could surprise us. Matthews may be Karly’s errand boy, but don’t underestimate their chemistry as a team. However, facing the Davisons? That’s a tall order.
Jay Walker: Ken and Kyra are in sync like no other, so Matthews and Ward better be on the same page if they want a shot here. This could be an uphill battle for them.
The graphic for the triple threat match appears: Ace Sky vs. “Spoiled” Summer Page vs. Latoya Hixx.
Alyssa Morgan: Our fifth match is a triple threat featuring two more debuts. Ace Sky and ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page are both making their first appearances in AAW, and they’ll be facing Latoya Hixx, who’s looking to bounce back after her loss to Thaddeus Duke in the U.S. Championship Tournament.
Ray Carter: Summer Page is a big-time signing, and she’s looking to live up to all the hype surrounding her. But Ace Sky? Don’t sleep on him. He’s got an exciting style that could catch both women off guard. And as for Latoya Hixx, she’s hungry to redeem herself after coming up short against Duke. This is going to be a high-energy match, with three competitors who all want to prove themselves.
Jay Walker: Absolutely, Ray. This match could steal the show if these three go all out. I’m especially interested to see how Summer Page fares with all that pressure on her shoulders.”*
The next graphic shows Just Cause vs. Jack "Ironman" Stanton.
Ray Carter: And then we’ve got Just Cause taking on Jack ‘Ironman’ Stanton. Just Cause is riding high off his recent momentum and is looking to keep it going, but Stanton’s no rookie. He’s a veteran making his in-ring debut here in AAW, and that experience could play a huge role in this matchup.
Jay Walker: Just Cause is brash, confident, and on a roll, but Jack Stanton has been around the block. He’s called ‘Ironman’ for a reason. This could be a real test for Just Cause, especially against someone as tough and seasoned as Stanton.
The final graphic for the main event pops up: TJ Alexander vs. Misery (c) for the Impact Championship.
Alyssa Morgan: And finally, our main event is for the Impact Championship. TJ Alexander gets his shot at the gold after impressing everyone in the Champions Conquest match, but he’s going up against the reigning champion, Misery.
Ray Carter: Misery is a force to be reckoned with. He's violent, unpredictable, and thrives on chaos. But TJ Alexander has earned this opportunity. He came up short in the Conquest match, but Shaun Hart clearly saw something in him, giving him the first crack at Misery’s title. This is going to be a fight.
Jay Walker: Misery’s got all the tools to walk out of here with the title, but TJ is scrappy and determined. If anyone can pull off an upset, it’s him. Still, Misery has a knack for dismantling his opponents piece by piece, and he's not going to give up that title easily.
Alyssa Morgan: It’s going to be a war in that ring tonight. The stakes are high for TJ Alexander, but Misery isn’t going to let go of that championship without a fight. I can’t wait to see how this one plays out.
The screen fades out, showing a final look at the full card for tonight’s episode before the camera cuts back to the arena, ready for the action to begin.
OPENING SEGMENT
In the arena, the camera feed changes to a location high above the ring. A shot of the metal rafters obscures partial vision. The visual we do see is the newly crowned heavyweight champion Axel Shaw sitting against a metal beam. With the heavyweight championship resting on his left shoulder of his worn-out leather jacket. With the heat rising towards the ceiling, we can see the sweat trickling down his forehead. With his eyes wide and raised eyebrows, he raised the microphone closer to his mouth. Firstly clearing his throat, he begins to speak in a deep, raspy tone.
There is a very practical reason for me to be sitting up here high in the rafters. Management made a decision not to book the current heavyweight champion tonight. For this exact reason, it gave me a chance to sit up here and view the program. I wanted to survey the landscape. It's a natural shame I couldn't be suited for action tonight, but again, you people don't deserve it.
An overwhelming amount of booing followed his statement. The building was coming alive, but not in a good way.
You people disgust me and need to just shut up when I'm speaking.
They started getting louder as more people joined in.
I am the best this company has to offer. Like it or not, I don't give a damn. The moment those briefcases opened, I saw poor little Kyra earn a contender contract. I knew right then, and there she was in over her head. Mind you, she hasn't chosen me yet, but it's highly likely. Kyra I hope you do choose me so I can embarrass you once again.
Standing up from his sitting position well, they continued to boo everything he was saying.
I proved that I can put this entire company on my back and run with it. I proved the proper champion was crowned that night. If they wanted Kyra, why didn't they give her my briefcase? It's simple. Go ahead and cheer for her.
The crowd cheered for the first time since he started speaking. I'm going to tell you why you are not in my position, Kyra. AAW didn't have faith that your pretty little face could handle it. They didn't think you were ready to amass the stress and dedication of being a heavyweight champion. I'm not lying about this. Look at yourself. I can tell when you talk, walk, and even wrestle you lack a sense of confidence. You can play the role of an ant and allow me to be the human; I will fucking squash you.
The audience was not all on their feet with their thumbs down. They really hate this guy, and who could even blame them? His eyes wide open, ramping up his intensity and adrenaline pumping.
When you do make that decision later tonight, Kyra, and say my name. I want you to do it with intensity. Show me you want this.
Raising up the heavyweight title high into the sky, holding it above the entire crowd and ring.
Show me this heavyweight title is what you want, and I can be the one to break your spirit. I am not saying you don't have a fighting chance, Kyra, but it wouldn't be smart to choose me. In the end, you are going to do what you feel is best. On the flipside, you can always fall back on the tag team division with Ken.
Just the mention of Ken, the crowd started cheering once again. With a small chuckle, ignoring the ignorant people, he continued to speak.
Filled with piss and vinegar, you are going to walk down the ramp. You will get inside the ring to talk about dreams coming true and how I'm toxic for business. I have said it before and will say it again: this is my destiny. This is my ring, and if you even try, you won't like the outcome.
Taking a deep breath, his head snapped down, looking at the ring below him.
You could go after Mac Bane or Misery; at least then you would have a fighting chance. I told everyone from the start I would be a fighting champion, and I will deliver that exactly. Axel Shaw doesn't live in fear. Axel Shaw doesn't believe in fear. Axel Shaw makes people fear him.
The crowd, now tired of hearing him, is chanting, “ fuck you, Axel. “. The only reaction he gives them is a slight smirk.
So seeing how I have tonight off because none of you losers wanted to step inside my ring. I'm going to sit here. Maybe I'll order a pizza and watch the show. Ratings tonight might go down the toilet, but that's what management booked. Maybe I'll get the needy little concession kid to run me up a beer.
Pausing for a moment to laugh.
So go ahead and enjoy the rest of this scheduled program. Go ahead and enjoy wrestlers shaking hands and hugging. Go ahead and enjoy the softest show AAW will ever produce. Once I get back in that ring, we can talk about action once again.
Match One
Standard Singles Match
John Blade vs Nicky Douché
Ray Carter:We’re kicking off AAW Friday Night Impact with two competitors who were part of the chaotic Champions Conquest match last week, John Blade and Nicky Douché.
Jay Walker: Both these men came up short in that match, Ray, but tonight, they have a chance to reset and prove they belong in the hunt for AAW gold!"
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the match starts with John Blade and Nicky Douché sizing each other up. The two men lock up in a test of strength. John Blade uses his power to push Nicky into the ropes, but Nicky, ever the technician, quickly transitions into a headlock, wrenching down on Blade’s neck. Blade shoves him into the ropes, and they collide in the center of the ring with a shoulder block that neither man wins.
Ray Carter: That’s the power of John Blade. It takes more than that to knock him down!
Nicky smirks, pacing around before running off the ropes, looking for momentum. But as he charges, Blade surprises him with a running leaping shoulder block, finally taking Douché down. Blade gets the crowd fired up, lifting Nicky to his feet and planting him with a powerful sitout hip toss.
Jay Walker: And just like that, John Blade is in control!
Blade stalks Nicky, picking him up and tossing him into the corner. He charges in with a massive clothesline, stunning Nicky, and follows it up by hoisting him up for a half nelson slam, slamming him hard into the mat. The crowd cheers as Blade goes for the cover.
1...
2...
Kickout by Nicky!
Ray Carter: Nicky Douché isn’t going down that easy! That’s why this guy was in the Champions Conquest match.
Nicky rolls out to catch his breath, but Blade follows him to the outside. Nicky, thinking quickly, kicks Blade in the gut and hits a roaring elbow out of nowhere, stunning the powerhouse. Douché quickly slides back into the ring and leaps onto the top rope, diving off with a double stomp, crushing Blade’s chest on the outside!
Jay Walker: What a high-risk move by Nicky Douché! He’s pulling out all the stops tonight.
The referee begins counting as both men struggle to get back in the ring. Nicky, seeing an opportunity, rolls Blade inside and hooks the leg for a quick cover.
1…
2…
Blade powers out!
Nicky keeps the pressure on with a Fujiwara armbar, working to weaken Blade’s arm and keep him grounded. Blade, however, refuses to stay down, slowly fighting out of the hold with the crowd rallying behind him. Blade eventually makes it to the ropes, forcing a break. As Nicky argues with the referee, Blade shakes off the pain, and when Nicky turns back, Blade explodes with a Lou Thesz Press, driving Nicky into the mat with a flurry of punches, The pace quickens as Blade begins to build momentum. He pulls Nicky up and plants him with a one-handed bulldog. Blade then climbs the ropes, positioning himself for his signature diving leg drop.Nicky moves at the last second! Blade crashes to the mat as Nicky dodges the impact, rolling away and using the ropes to pull himself up. With Blade on the mat, Nicky capitalizes with a vicious front dropkick, driving Blade into the corner. Nicky goes for a high-impact move, climbing the top rope for a frog splash but Blade rolls out of the way!
Ray Carter: These two are throwing everything at each other, but neither man is backing down!
The match has now turned into a brutal back-and-forth. Both men slowly get back to their feet, trading heavy blows in the middle of the ring. Blade’s power meets Nicky’s technical precision, creating a heated contest where neither man can maintain the upper hand for long.
Jay Walker: You can feel the tension building in this match! Both these men need a win tonight!
The match continues with Blade and Nicky exchanging counters, and the crowd is on its feet, anticipating what might come next. Both competitors are clearly wearing down, but neither is willing to give up just yet.
Ray Carter: This one’s anyone’s game now! Who’s gonna break first?
Jay Walker: We might not be far from finding out, Ray!
John Blade takes control, shaking off the previous attacks and lifting Nicky for a **half nelson slam, The crowd is firmly behind Blade as he powers up, delivering a series of clubbing blows to Nicky's back. Blade then whips Nicky into the ropes and catches him with a powerful running leaping shoulder block, sending Douché crashing to the mat. Blade continues his assault, pulling Nicky to his feet and hitting him with a series of quick punches before hoisting him up for another devastating sitout hip toss. Nicky crashes hard into the canvas, arching his back in pain as Blade quickly follows up with a running one-handed bulldog, driving Nicky’s face into the mat. John Blade signals to the crowd, getting them hyped as he sets up for his signature Five Knuckle Shuffle. He runs to the ropes, rebounds off, and drops the fist right across Nicky’s forehead. Blade goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Nicky kicks out!
Blade pulls Nicky to his feet, looking to keep the pressure on, but as the referee’s view is slightly obstructed, Nicky rakes Blade’s eyes with a dirty poke! Blade stumbles backward, temporarily blinded, and the crowd boos loudly as Nicky smirks and seizes the opportunity.
Ray Carter: Come on! Nicky Douché just poked John Blade in the eyes!
Jay Walker: Classic Nicky move! He’ll take any shortcut he can to stay in the fight!
With Blade disoriented, Nicky Douché unloads with a brutal roaring elbow to Blade’s jaw, staggering him back into the corner. Nicky follows up with a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, knocking the wind out of Blade as he leans against the turnbuckles, Nicky backs up smirking at the crowd, before charging in and hitting a hard front dropkick to Blade’s chest. Blade crumples to the mat as Nicky climbs to the second rope and taunts the fans, who rain down boos. He leaps off with a diving double stomp, driving his boots into Blade’s midsection.Nicky covers, hooking the leg.
1…
2…
Kickout by Blade!
Ray Carter: Nicky’s turning the tide now after that cheap shot, and he’s taking full advantage.
Jay Walker: He’s got Blade where he wants him. This is Nicky’s style, breaking the rules and making sure he stays in control.
Nicky Douché pulls Blade up and hits him with a perfectly executed snap suplex before rolling through and transitioning into a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching on Blade’s arm to weaken the powerhouse further. Blade grimaces in pain but refuses to tap, clawing toward the ropes.
Ray Carter: Nicky’s working on Blade’s arm again, trying to take away his power!
Jay Walker: This is smart. He’s softening Blade up for later in the match.
The crowd starts to clap and cheer for Blade, willing him to break free. After a tense few moments, Blade manages to drag himself to the ropes, forcing Nicky to break the hold. Nicky Douché, however, isn’t done. He stomps away at Blade, keeping him grounded as the referee warns him to back off. Nicky pulls Blade up once more and tries to lift him for a brainbuster, but Blade blocks it! Blade tries to muster some strength, but Nicky nails him with a stiff elbow to the back of the head, staggering him. Nicky pulls Blade back in and plants him with a snap DDT spiking Blade's head into the canvas. Nicky begins to get cocky, taunting Blade as he struggles to his feet. He hits a series of quick forearm shots to the face, driving Blade back toward the ropes. Nicky then whips Blade across the ring and goes for a *front dropkick, but Blade hangs onto the ropes, causing Nicky to crash and burn on the mat!
Jay Walker: There’s the opening! John Blade needs to capitalize now!
Ray Carter: Nicky went for the dropkick, but Blade had it scouted. Can Blade turn things around and get back in this match?
John Blade, sensing an opportunity after Nicky’s missed dropkick, pulls himself up using the ropes. The crowd begins to rally behind him as Blade slowly regains his composure. He charges toward Nicky, who’s still on the mat, and hits a hard running leaping shoulder block, knocking Nicky down.
Ray Carter: John Blade is still in this! He’s trying to get that momentum back!
Jay Walker: Blade’s showing his toughness right now, but Nicky’s got tricks up his sleeve.
Blade’s energy begins to build, and he picks up the pace. He waits for Nicky to stand, then delivers a powerful sitout hip toss that sends Douché crashing into the canvas again. Blade points to the corner and climbs to the second rope, looking to land a big diving leg drop. Blade leaps, but Nicky rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Blade to crash into the mat. Nicky gets to his feet, shaking off the impact as he realizes he has an opening. His expression changes, growing more vicious as he starts to target Blade with a series of brutal kicks to the ribs and midsection, each strike more aggressive than the last.
Ray Carter: Oh, come on! Nicky’s getting downright vicious now!
Jay Walker: This is Nicky Douché at his meanest. He smells blood in the water!
Nicky stomps away at Blade, focusing on his ribs and arms, trying to wear him down further. He pulls Blade up by his arm and wrenches it, delivering a sharp Fujiwara armbar takedown before quickly transitioning into a mounted position, raining down stiff punches and elbows to Blade’s face and chest.The referee steps in to warn Nicky about the closed fists, but Nicky ignores him, shoving the referee away as he continues his assault on Blade. Nicky lifts Blade up and nails him with a vicious brainbuster planting him hard in the center of the ring. The crowd boos Nicky’s antics, but he just smirks and turns back to Blade, his expression growing even more cold and calculated. Nicky pulls Blade to his feet backing him into the corner. He hits a flurry of rapid-fire chops and forearm strikes the sound echoing through the arena. With Blade slumped in the corner, Nicky backs up and charges in with a running front dropkick knocking the wind out of Blade as he collapses to the mat.
Ray Carter: This is hard to watch! Nicky Douché is like a man possessed!
Jay Walker: John Blade is tough, but Nicky’s being ruthless. He’s pulling out every nasty trick he can think of.
Nicky senses the end is near. He pulls Blade up by his hair and drags him toward the ropes, positioning him near the corner. Nicky gives a quick, mocking glance to the crowd before grabbing Blade by the head and setting him up for his devastating finisher. Nicky Douché hooks Blade’s arms and drapes him over the second rope. With a wicked grin, Nicky lifts Blade up and spikes him head-first with the Market Crasher, his rope-assisted piledriver! Blade’s head crashes hard into the mat , and the crowd gasps at the impact. Nicky quickly covers, hooking the leg.
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3!
*BELL RINGS*
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner… Nicky Douché!
Nicky Douché stands tall over the fallen John Blade, smirking as the referee raises his hand in victory. The crowd boos loudly, but Nicky basks in the hatred, feeding off the negative energy.
Ray Carter: Nicky Douché just put John Blade away with that Market Crasher! That was one of the most vicious piledrivers I’ve seen!
Jay Walker: Love him or hate him, you can’t deny Nicky’s skill. He took every shortcut, played dirty, and in the end, it worked.
Nicky Douché exits the ring, still smirking as he mocks the crowd on his way up the ramp. John Blade lies in the ring, slowly coming to after the devastating piledriver, with the referee checking on him.
Ray Carter: You have to feel for John Blade. He put up a fight, but Nicky just went to that dark place and did whatever it took to get the win."
Jay Walker: We’ll see if Blade can bounce back from this, but tonight, it’s all about Nicky Douché walking out victorious.
The camera cuts backstage leaving the ring as the next segment begins.
SEGMENT
Scene opens in Shaun Hart's office, where he is lounging in his chair, phone to his ear, talking in his signature confident tone.
Shaun Hart: (into the phone) Yeah, Netflix, trust me. AAW is where the action's at. Picture it: the hottest stars, the most insane matches, and the kind of drama that keeps people binge-watching for hours. We're talking 'number one trending' within a week, guaranteed.
There's a knock on the door, but Shaun doesn’t pay much attention, gesturing casually while still on the phone.
Shaun Hart: (waving) "Yeah, come in, come in.
Nothing happens. Shaun glances at the door, still holding the phone.
Shaun Hart: Hang on, Netflix." (raises voice) "I said come in!
After a pause, Shaun hears a small voice from below.
Jack Taylor: Uh, down here.
Shaun blinks, looks around confused for a moment, then finally spots Jack Taylor standing barely past the threshold of the office. Shaun glances down, then does a double take, eyes wide.
Shaun Hart: (into the phone) "I'll call you back.
He hangs up and leans forward over his desk, peering at Jack.
Shaun Hart: Are you...lost, kid? The concession stand’s down the hall.
Jack Taylor: (grinning) "Nah, I’m right where I need to be. I’m Jack Taylor The Underdog. I’ve been wrestling on the indie circuit, and I think AAW needs a guy like me.
Shaun stares for a moment, then laughs.
Shaun Hart: You want a contract? Kid, no offense, but this isn't a high school talent show.
Jack crosses his arms, looking up at Shaun without losing his grin.
Jack Taylor: That why I’ve got two championships back home? And not because people hand them to me—because I fight for them. What, you worried a guy my size might upstage your roster?
Shaun raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
Shaun Hart: Upstage? Buddy, we’ve got guys twice your size who—
Jack Taylor: (cutting him off) Yeah, and those are the ones who usually end up eating canvas when I’m in the ring.
Shaun chuckles again, but Jack's confidence catches him off guard.
Shaun Hart: You know, I like your attitude. You got guts, kid. But this isn't a charity. Why should I sign you?
Jack steps forward, confidently leaning on the desk.
Jack Taylor: Because AAW needs an underdog, someone the fans can get behind. A guy who doesn’t care about the odds, who walks in every match knowing he's underestimated, and still comes out swinging. You want to make headlines? Give me a shot.
Shaun rubs his chin, clearly amused but also interested.
Shaun Hart: You’ve got some nerve, Taylor, I’ll give you that. You sure you’re not just going to end up a chew toy for the big dogs around here?"
Jack Taylor: I’ll let my moves speak for themselves. Trust me, when I’m done, people will know who Jack Taylor is.
Shaun leans back in his chair, a smirk spreading across his face.
Shaun Hart: You know what? Fine. I like a little chaos. You’ve got yourself a contract, Underdog but don’t think for a second I’m going easy on you.
Jack’s grin widens.
Jack Taylor: Wouldn’t have it any other way.
As Jack turns to leave, Shaun picks the phone back up, dialing.
Shaun Hart: (into the phone) "Yeah, Netflix? I think we’ve got something even bigger to talk about now...
Scene fades as Shaun watches Jack walk out with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Match Two
Standard Singles Match
Salvatore Impasato vs Noah "The Nomad" Stroud
The crowd buzzes with excitement as the camera pans to the ring where two imposing figures stand ready for battle. The powerhouse brawlers, Salvatore Impasato and Noah “The Nomad” Stroud, lock eyes, each looking to prove themselves in their AAW debut.
Ray Carter: This is going to be a real test of strength, folks. Two powerhouse brawlers making their debut here in AAW tonight. Salvatore Impasato and Noah Stroud – both looking to set the tone for what their careers will be in this company.
Jay Walker: And what better place to do it than right here in Los Angeles? Crypto.com Arena is packed tonight, and these two are about to give the crowd one heck of a show. Everyone’s wondering where they'll fit in the AAW pecking order.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the two giants march to the center of the ring, neither backing down. They immediately go into a test of strength, their hands interlocked as they each try to overpower the other.
Ray Carter: This is what we expected! A good old-fashioned test of strength right out of the gate!
The crowd cheers as Salvatore starts to gain the upper hand, pushing Noah back a few steps, but Noah, gritting his teeth, fires back, evening the contest. For a moment, they’re at a stalemate, both men straining to gain control. Eventually, Salvatore breaks free with a powerful knee to Noah’s midsection. Salvatore quickly follows up with a headbutt, the impact echoing through the arena. He grabs Noah for a suplex, lifting him high into the air before crashing him down with authority. Salvatore wastes no time and pulls Noah to his feet again, delivering a thunderous German Suplex , folding him up like an accordion. Salvatore grabs Noah for another move, but Noah blocks it, slamming a hard forearm strike to Salvatore’s jaw. The momentum shifts as Noah begins firing off a flurry of forearms and elbows, backing Salvatore into the corner. With Salvatore dazed, Noah charges in with a brutal clothesline, rocking his opponent.
Jay Walker: There’s the fire from ‘The Nomad’! That clothesline nearly took Salvatore’s head off!
Noah quickly pulls Salvatore out of the corner and drives him to the mat with a DDT, planting him hard. The crowd is starting to get behind Noah as he climbs to the second rope, eyeing Salvatore on the canvas. He leaps off and drives his elbow into Salvatore’s chest with a powerful second-rope elbow drop. Noah gets up, shaking the cobwebs from earlier, and waits for Salvatore to rise. As Salvatore groggily stands, Noah charges for a spear, but Salvatore sidesteps at the last second, causing Noah to crash shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. Salvatore capitalizes quickly, hooking Noah's arms and driving him into the mat with a brutal Powerslam. The ring rattles from the impact.
Jay Walker: Wow! What a counter by Salvatore! That powerslam could’ve knocked Noah out!
But the battle rages on. Salvatore pulls Noah up again, looking to end things with a Chokeslam, but Noah fights out of it, delivering stiff body kicks to Salvatore’s ribs. Noah grabs Salvatore’s arm, spins him around, and nails him with a devastating Running Lariat that sends Salvatore crashing to the mat. Both men are slow to get to their feet, clearly feeling the effects of this intense, hard-hitting contest. The crowd is buzzing, fully invested in the battle unfolding before them. They exchange a few stiff strikes in the center of the ring once more, their faces filled with determination, neither willing to back down. Just as Noah swings for another forearm strike, Salvatore catches him by the throat, looking to finally land that chokeslam. But Noah kicks Salvatore in the gut, breaking his grip, and both men stand, breathing heavily, staring each other down as the crowd cheers for more.
Jay Walker: You can feel the energy building, Ray. These two aren't done yet, but the question is, who will strike next?
With both men standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, the tension builds to a boiling point. Salvatore strikes first, delivering a thunderous right hand that staggers Noah, but "The Nomad" fires right back with a vicious elbow strike to Salvatore’s jaw. The back-and-forth exchange of heavy strikes whips the crowd into a frenzy as they lay into each other without restraint. Salvatore catches one of Noah’s forearm strikes and counters with a brutal atomic drop, sending Noah stumbling backward in pain. Salvatore follows up with a running Lariat, knocking Noah through the ropes and out of the ring. Salvatore wastes no time sliding outside to pursue him, and the fight spills to the floor. As Salvatore approaches, Noah, still winded from the atomic drop, catches him off guard with a quick knee strike to the gut. Noah grabs Salvatore by the head and slams him face-first into the steel barricade, causing the crowd in the front row to jump back from the impact. Noah steps back, then charges forward, looking to spear Salvatore into the barricade. But Salvatore reacts just in time, moving out of the way, and Noah crashes shoulder-first into the steel! The thud of his body colliding with the barricade echoes through the arena.
Ray Carter: Oh! Noah went headfirst into that barricade! He might’ve separated his shoulder!
Salvatore sees an opportunity and capitalizes, grabbing Noah by the back of his head and hurling him into the steel steps. The impact sends the top half of the steps flying, and Noah crumples to the floor.
Jay Walker: Salvatore just rag-dolled Noah into those steps! He’s looking to break him down piece by piece!
Salvatore rolls Noah back into the ring, taking a moment to catch his breath before following. Noah, though battered, pushes himself to his feet, refusing to stay down. As Salvatore steps back into the ring, Noah meets him with a flurry of stiff body kicks, his strikes sharp and desperate, each one landing with precision. Salvatore grabs Noah's leg on one of the kicks, but Noah quickly spins around, catching Salvatore off-guard with a spinning elbow strike to the temple, sending him stumbling into the corner. With Salvatore dazed in the corner, Noah backs up and sprints forward, driving his knee into Salvatore’s midsection with a devastating knee strike. Salvatore doubles over in pain as Noah climbs the second rope above him, raining down punches as the crowd counts along.
Crowd: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7…
Before Noah can finish, Salvatore powers out, grabbing Noah around the waist and stepping out of the corner. With a roar, he delivers a massive powerbomb, slamming Noah into the mat with brute force. Both men are down, the match having taken its toll. The crowd is chanting for more as Salvatore slowly gets to his feet first. He picks up Noah and throws him against the ropes, looking for a chokeslam as he rebounds, but Noah ducks underneath and bounces off the opposite ropes, coming back at full speed and driving his shoulder into Salvatore with a powerful spear! The impact sends both men crashing to the mat, and the crowd explodes with excitement. Noah, feeling the momentum shift in his favor, gets back to his feet and motions to the crowd, signaling for the end. He lifts Salvatore, positioning him for another DDT, but Salvatore fights back with wild strikes to Noah’s ribs. He breaks free and catches Noah with a stiff backbreaker that nearly bends him in half. Salvatore, exhausted but determined, pulls Noah up and positions him for a chokeslam once again. This time, he lifts Noah high into the air and slams him down hard, shaking the ring with the impact.
lJay Walker: Chokeslam! Salvatore might’ve just sealed the deal with that one!
Salvatore drops to his knees, taking a moment to catch his breath, but the look of determination on Noah's face shows that he’s far from done. Both men struggle to get to their feet, neither one willing to give in as the crowd chants for more.
Ray Carter: What a debut for both of these men! They’ve pushed each other to the limit!
Jay Walker: They’re throwing everything at each other! These guys are making sure everyone in AAW knows their names tonight!
The war continues as both men slowly rise to their feet, battered and bruised, yet still hungry for victory. Salvatore is the first to strike, catching Noah with a quick boot to the gut, but when he tries to follow up with a powerbomb, Noah blocks it with a back body drop, sending Salvatore crashing hard onto the mat. Noah, breathing heavily, knows this is his moment. He circles Salvatore, waiting for him to rise. The crowd is behind him as Salvatore stumbles to his feet, still reeling from the punishment. Noah grabs him by the arm, sending him into the ropes and catching him with a brutal running lariat on the rebound, sending Salvatore spinning to the mat. But Noah isn’t done yet. He pulls Salvatore up once again and lifts him into the air, positioning him across his shoulders for his finishing move, *The Silencer* (F-5). The fans rise to their feet in anticipation.
Jay Walker:Noah’s going for it! He’s got Salvatore in position for The Silencer!!!!
With a roar, Noah spins Salvatore around and drives him face-first into the mat with a devastating F-5 , shaking the entire ring! Salvatore lays motionless as Noah drops to his knees, covering him for the pin.
Ray Carter: There it is! The Silencer! It’s over!
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!!!
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings as the crowd erupts in cheers. Noah "The Nomad" Stroud slowly gets to his feet, exhausted but victorious. The referee raises his hand, and Jazmine Sparks steps into the ring with the microphone.
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner... Noah 'The Nomad' Stroud!
The fans cheer as Noah stands tall, his arm raised in victory. Salvatore rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, clearly hurt but still nodding in respect toward his opponent as he walks up the ramp.
Ray Carter: What a match! Noah 'The Nomad' Stroud wins in his AAW debut with *The Silencer!
Jay Walker: These two tore the house down tonight! Both men put on a hell of a performance, but it was Noah who came out on top in the end!
Ray Carter: What a way to make a statement here in AAW. If tonight was any indication, 'The Nomad' is going to be a force to be reckoned with.
Noah stands on the turnbuckle, soaking in the applause from the fans, knowing he just made a big impact in his first match with AAW.
Jay Walker: If this is what we can expect from Noah Stroud going forward, then the rest of the AAW roster better be on notice!
Ray Carter: What a win, what a debut! The future is looking bright for 'The Nomad'!
SEGMENT
March Three
Standard Singles Match
Tracy Cage vs Anthony King
The lights in the Crypto.com Arena dim down, and the crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Jazmine Sparks steps into the center of the ring, microphone in hand.
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a standard singles match, set for one fall!
The opening beats of "Welcome 2 Detroit" by Trick Trick ft. Eminem hit the speakers, and the arena rumbles as Anthony King's entrance begins. The crowd, mixed with cheers and boos, rises to their feet.
Jazmine Sparks: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 235 pounds, ANTHONYYYYY KING!
As the beat drops, Anthony King emerges on stage with a cold, focused stare. The lights flash in sync with the music as he surveys the arena, taking in the electric atmosphere. He shakes a few hands with some fans but then curses at others, drawing a chorus of boos. King brushes it off with a smirk as he strides down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He shakes the ropes violently, then leans on them, talking trash to the fans while waiting for his opponent.
Jay Walker: Here he is! Anthony King, fresh off his controversial loss in the Champions Conquest match where he screwed Nicky out of his moment! But tonight, he's got to focus on his own redemption!
Ray Carter: Yeah, this is King’s first match back since that mess. He’s cold, calculating, and he’s got a chip on his shoulder. He wants to get back in the title picture, no doubt about it.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim once more, and the iconic beats of Madonna’s "Vogue" echo through the arena. The crowd erupts, knowing this is going to be something spectacular.
Jazmine Sparks: And his opponent, making her debut here in AAW, from Hollywood,, California, weighing in at 140 pounds, TRACYYYYY CAGE!"*
A golden staircase descends onto the stage, draped in red velvet carpets, with sparkling chandeliers hanging overhead. Photographers rush to the base of the staircase, snapping photos with vintage cameras. The crowd is in awe as the stage transforms into a glamorous Hollywood red-carpet event.
Madonna herself appears at the top of the staircase, singing "Vogue" live as Tracy Cage emerges, sitting on a rotating golden throne. She dramatically removes her oversized sunglasses, tossing them into the crowd. Draped in a sparkling robe, Tracy begins her descent down the staircase, posing at each step as photographers capture every moment.
Jay Walker: Whoa! Look at this entrance! Tracy Cage is making a statement with this over-the-top Hollywood style! You’d think this was the Oscars!
Ray Carter: This is her debut match, and she’s already showing the world she’s got star power. But let’s see if her in-ring skills match the spectacle.
Tracy finally reaches the ring, flanked by her entourage of dancers and photographers. As she steps into the ring, confetti cannons explode, showering the arena in gold and silver. She strikes one last pose in the center of the ring as the music fades, and the crowd is on their feet, buzzing with excitement.
Jay Walker: This is a debut like none other, but now the real test begins. Can Tracy Cage back up all this flash with her wrestling ability?"*
Ray Carter: "We’re about to find out. She’s up against Anthony King, who is not an easy opponent for anyone, let alone a debuting star.
The referee checks both competitors, and the bell rings to signal the start of the match.
*BELL RINGS*
The two competitors circle each other, sizing each other up as the crowd settles in for what’s sure to be an intense match. They lock up in the center of the ring, with Anthony King using his size and power to gain the upper hand, pushing Tracy into the corner. Tracy slips out of the corner and counters with a quick arm drag, catching Anthony off guard. She follows up with a dropkick, sending King stumbling into the ropes.
Anthony shakes it off and charges at Tracy, but she ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits him with a snapmare. With King seated on the mat, Tracy bounces off the ropes and nails him with a running bulldog! King gets back to his feet, clearly annoyed. He fires off a series of hard chops to Tracy’s chest, followed by a big boot that knocks her off her feet.
Jay Walker: Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark. Anthony King with a vicious boot!
King goes on the offensive, delivering a belly-to-belly suplex that sends Tracy crashing to the mat. He drags her up by the hair, tossing her into the corner with authority.
Ray Carter: Now King’s in control, and this is where he can get dangerous.
King delivers a stiff elbow smash in the corner, followed by a turnbuckle clothesline. He hoists Tracy up onto the top turnbuckle, looking for a superplex! But Tracy fights back, landing several forearms to King’s head. She shoves him off the turnbuckle, sending him crashing to the mat! Tracy takes a moment to catch her breath before leaping off with a flying elbow drop! She lands it perfectly, and the crowd pops. Both competitors slowly get to their feet, the crowd on the edge of their seats as the action intensifies. Tracy rakes Anthony’s eyes behind the referee’s back and hits a neckbreaker, gaining the upper hand once more.
Jay Walker: There it is! Tracy Cage showing she’s not above bending the rules. She’s playing dirty!
Ray Carter : She’ll do whatever it takes to win, and you’ve got to respect that mindset, especially against a guy like King!
The match continues, both competitors going back and forth with high-intensity moves, neither willing to give an inch. The crowd is fully invested, cheering and booing as the action escalates. The referee tries to separate the two as the tension builds, leaving fans on the edge of their seats, knowing the match is far from over.*
Jay Walker: We’ve got a heated battle here! This match could go either way, but no one’s backing down tonight!
Ray Carter: No doubt about it. Tracy Cage’s debut and Anthony King’s redemption there’s a lot on the line!
The atmosphere in the Crypto.com Arena is electric as the match between Tracy Cage and Anthony King continues to escalate. The crowd is fully invested, with cheers and boos ringing throughout the venue as the action intensifies. Both competitors are now back on their feet, breathing heavily but determined. Tracy fires off a series of sharp kicks to Anthony’s midsection, each one echoing through the arena. King stumbles back, trying to catch his breath as Tracy follows up with a snapmare, flipping him over onto his back. As Anthony gets back up, Tracy hits him with a stunning running elbow smash that sends him crashing back to the canvas. Not missing a beat, she transitions into a quick arm drag, yanking him down again. The crowd roars as she keeps the pressure on, dragging King back to his feet for a suplex! Tracy, feeling the adrenaline, ascends to the top rope, positioning herself for a high-risk maneuver. The crowd is on their feet as she looks down at Anthony, who is just starting to stir. With a deep breath, she launches into a beautiful shooting star press, but Anthony rolls out of the way at the last second!
Jay Walker: Oh! She went for broke, but King dodged it!
Tracy crashes hard onto the mat, and Anthony quickly capitalizes, springing back to his feet. He grabs Tracy by the hair and pulls her up, landing a series of heavy forearm strikes that echo through the arena. With Tracy dazed, he hoists her onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry, but Tracy manages to wriggle free, landing behind him and delivering a fierce dropkick that sends him sprawling into the corner! As King stumbles out of the corner, Tracy nails him with a vicious neckbreaker, the impact sending shockwaves through the crowd. She quickly transitions into a pin, but King kicks out at two, refusing to go down that easily. Tracy, undeterred, gets back to her feet and delivers a running body slam, slamming him back down to the mat.
Jay Walker: Cage is not letting up! She’s like a whirlwind of energy!
Tracy drags Anthony to the center of the ring, setting him up for her signature move. She lifts him for a backbreaker, but King fights back with a sudden elbow strike to her head, breaking free. He spins around and catches her with a strong knife-edge chop, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out as Tracy clutches her chest. Anthony seizes the moment, unleashing a series of brutal clotheslines that send Tracy crashing to the canvas repeatedly. He leans down, delivering a sharp back knuckle, sending her reeling into the ropes. As she bounces back, he catches her in a belly-to-belly suplex that shakes the ring! King, now in control, stalks Tracy as she struggles to get back to her feet. He lands a strong belly-to-belly overhead throw, launching her across the ring. The crowd gasps, and Anthony revels in the moment, pacing around the ring with a sinister smirk.
Ray Carter: He’s looking to end this now! King is in complete control!
Tracy fights her way back up, but King meets her with a quick reversal, grabbing her by the waist for a German suplex. The impact is thunderous as she lands hard, but somehow, she rolls through, flipping back to her feet. The crowd is on their feet, cheering her resilience! With the crowd roaring, Tracy bounces off the ropes, building momentum. She dives at King with a flying forearm smash that catches him off guard, staggering him. Not giving him a moment to recover, she follows up with a Russian leg sweep, bringing him crashing down to the mat once again.
Ray Carter What a sequence! Tracy’s finding her second wind!
With King down, Tracy climbs to the top rope again, this time more calculated. As she stands tall, the crowd buzzes with anticipation. She points to the crowd, then leaps off for a stunning moonsault! But at the last moment, King rolls out of the way again, and Tracy crashes hard onto the mat! Anthony seizes the opportunity, quickly grabbing Tracy and dragging her back to her feet. He delivers a vicious backbreaker that doubles her over in pain. King, sensing victory, lifts her again for a T-bone suplex, slamming her to the mat with authority!
Ray Carter: What a move! Tracy is in serious trouble now!
King, fueled by the crowd’s reaction, stands over her, taunting the audience. He sets up for a powerful DDT, but Tracy shows incredible resilience, using her strength to shove him away at the last second. She rolls backward and springs back up, delivering a lightning-fast enzuigiri that connects flush with King’s head! Both wrestlers lie on the mat, exhausted, but the crowd roars with excitement. Slowly, they begin to rise, trading strikes in the center of the ring. Tracy lands a forearm smash, but King responds with a brutal back chop that echoes throughout the arena. Tracy counters with a monkey flip, sending King over her shoulder. As he lands on his feet, she transitions into a quick snap DDT, driving him into the mat once more! The referee checks on both competitors, and the energy in the arena is palpable. Tracy, sensing her chance, climbs to the top rope again. The crowd erupts as she prepares for another high-risk maneuver. As she steadies herself, Anthony rises and catches her off guard. He grabs her and attempts to toss her off the top rope, but she holds on, delivering a series of punches to his head, finally breaking free. With a surge of energy, she dives off for a flying body splash! But King catches her mid-air and counters with a powerful spinebuster, shaking the ring!*
Ray Carter: What a counter! Anthony King just caught her in mid-air!
As both competitors slowly rise, Tracy Cage regains her footing first. With the adrenaline pumping, she channels her inner champion, shaking off the pain and locking eyes with Anthony King. The crowd senses the shift in momentum and erupts in anticipation. With a renewed sense of energy, Tracy charges at King, catching him off guard with a swift kick to the midsection. She follows up with a series of rapid-fire punches, driving him back into the corner. The crowd is roaring, rallying behind her as she lands a brutal forearm strike, leaving King reeling. Tracy takes a step back, allowing King to stumble out of the corner. As he turns to face her, she strikes a pose, channeling her inner superstar with flair and confidence. The audience goes wild, sensing the end is near.
Jay Walker: She’s setting him up! The crowd knows what’s coming!
With King dazed, Tracy positions herself perfectly and, with a quick pivot, delivers a picture-perfect Sweet Chin Music superkick straight to his jaw! The impact is thunderous, and King collapses to the mat like a rag doll, completely knocked out!
Ray Carter: Box Office Smash! That’s it! It’s over!
Tracy stands over Anthony, striking a dramatic pose as the referee drops down to make the count.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Tracy Cage’s music plays throughout the arena!
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner, TRACY CAGE!
Tracy, now on her knees, basks in the adulation, soaking in the moment. She raises her arms high, a victorious smile spreading across her face as confetti begins to fall from the rafters. The lights shimmer off her glittering outfit as she acknowledges the fans, her journey validated in this hard-fought battle. As she exits the ring, Tracy continues to celebrate, high-fiving fans and reveling in the glory of her hard-earned victory.
As Tracy Cage exits the ring, still riding the wave of her impressive victory, the atmosphere in the Crypto.com Arena suddenly shifts. The lights dim, and the unmistakable entrance music of Nicky Douché blares through the speakers, drawing a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd.
Jay Walker: Uh-oh, here comes Nicky Douché! We know he’s not one to shy away from making a statement!
Nicky Douché strides confidently down the ramp, flanked by his right-hand man, Avery Bitterman, who looks ready for a fight. Dressed sharply in designer clothes, Nicky exudes arrogance, his smirk promising chaos as they approach the ring.
Ray Carter: Nicky’s got a score to settle with Anthony King after the way things went down in the Championship Conquest match.
They slide into the ring as Anthony King begins to regain his composure, still sprawled out on the mat after the brutal match against Tracy. Before Anthony can fully recover, Avery grabs him by the hair, yanking him to his feet while Nicky circles like a predator.
Nicky Douché: Look who’s still breathing! You thought you could embarrass me and walk away unscathed? You’ve got another thing coming!
Avery holds Anthony in a tight grip, restraining him as Nicky unloads a series of vicious punches to Anthony’s midsection. Each blow echoes through the arena, and the crowd's reaction shifts to concern, realizing they’re witnessing an unprovoked attack.
Jay Walker "This is despicable! Anthony just had a tough match, and now Nicky’s taking advantage of him!
With Anthony gasping for air, Nicky steps back, grinning at the pain he’s causing. He leans in closer, tauntingly whispering to Anthony.
Nicky Douché: You thought you could play the game? I’m the king around here, and you’re just a pawn. How does it feel to know you’re a failure?
As Nicky continues his verbal assault, he lands a sharp kick to Anthony's gut, sending him back to the mat. The crowd is split between boos and shouts of disapproval, urging Nicky to stop. Avery, still holding Anthony in place, glances around, enjoying the chaos.
Ray Carter: Somebody needs to put a stop to this before it gets worse!
Just as Nicky goes in for another punch, the sound of rushing footsteps fills the arena. Security personnel rush down the ramp, sliding into the ring to break up the attack. They quickly surround Nicky and Avery, forcing them to back off.
Jay Walker: Finally! Thank goodness for security! This has gone too far!
Nicky and Avery exchange glances, the smirks fading as they realize they’ve been cornered. With the situation escalating, Nicky shoves a security guard away, his temper flaring.
Nicky Douché: You think this is over? This is just the beginning!
As security pushes them towards the ropes, Nicky and Avery reluctantly exit the ring, still shouting insults at Anthony, who is now struggling to catch his breath on the mat. The arena erupts in a chorus of boos, directed at Nicky and his henchman as they backpedal up the ramp, satisfied with the mayhem they’ve caused. In the ring, medical staff rush to check on Anthony King, who is slowly trying to regain his composure, visibly shaken by the brutal attack. They examine him, checking for any serious injuries while the crowd watches, their cheers fading into murmurs of concern.
Ray Carter: This is not how we wanted to see the night end for Anthony King. He’s been through so much already!
As the medics attend to Anthony, the camera captures Nicky and Avery at the top of the ramp, still throwing insults back at the ring, reveling in the chaos they've left behind.
Jay Walker: Nicky Douché may have won this battle, but this war is far from over!
The show cuts to commercial, leaving the audience eager to see how Anthony will respond to this brutal assault.
Match Four
Tag Team Match
Carl Matthews and Karly Ward vs Ken Davison and Kyra Davison
Ray Carter: Welcome back to AAW Impact, folks! Up next, we've got a tag team match that promises to be something special. Ken Davison and his wife, Kyra Davison, have been making waves here in AAW.
Jay Walker: No kidding, Ray. Ken Davison’s already punched his ticket to the United States Championship match at our upcoming pay-per-view, and Kyra well, she’s in prime position to challenge for any title she wants. She’s got a big decision to make later tonight!
Ray Carter: On the other side, we have Carl Matthews and Karly Ward making their tag team debut tonight. Matthews, let’s be honest, seems to be Ward’s... errand boy?
Jay Walker: That’s putting it lightly. Karly’s the mastermind here, Ray, and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, as we’re about to see.
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Jazmine Sparks: Mkaing her way to the ring, she weighs in at 136lbs, from Los Angeles, California, I give you The Social Influencer Karly Ward!!!!
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The lights go down as the angelic sound of a choir begins singing. As the choir continues, a spotlight slowly comes on, revealing the silhouette of a man with his arms held out, forming a cross. The back outline of angel wings flanks him on both sides. The choir goes quiet as the lead vocals come in.
The house lights come up and the man known throughout the wrestling world as "Godly" Ken Davison stands center stage, taking in the reaction of the crowd. Just before the main verse of “Angel With A Shotgun” kicks in, Davison steps to the side, motioning towards the entrance way as his music is cut off and gives way to "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins wailing over the PA system as the 'Jawdropper' steps out from behind the curtain, clad in her trademarked orange cropped tank top, baggy grey sweatpants and skater shoes. She's got a playful grin on her lips as she stops at the top of the ramp and motions out to the cheering crowd as Ken nods at her. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels she's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp, slapping the fans hands with her free hand along the way.
Jazmine Sparks: From Baltimore, Maryland, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds - 'The Jawdropper' Kyran Davison and 'Godly' Ken Davison.. Baltimore Elite!!!
As the lyrics continue, Johnson slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet, moving into the nearest corner and jumping up onto the second turnbuckle. Ken stands protectively in front of her while she motions to the crowd once more as she pops open the whiskey bottle, toasting the crowd before taking a swig! The crowd continues cheering as she jumps down and seals the bottle, dropping it in that very same corner before she begins circling the ring, awaiting the match to begin. Ken, meanwhile, stands stoically, waiting for the match to begin.
JW: These two teams set for battle tonight on Impact!
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JW: What do we have here!?
RC: A rude interruption! That’s what!
Thaddeus Duke enters through Gorilla and stops on stage. From the ring, Ken Davison looks on.
JW: The Lionheart, Thaddeus Duke! Live here in Los Angeles!
RC: He’s not even scheduled to be here!
Thad's theme cuts out and the Lionheart paces the stage. He goes to speak, but cuts himself off. The man goes to speak a second time, but cuts himself off again which serves to rile up the crowd.
JW: Thaddeus Duke, a master of psychology!
RC: And these fans just eat him up, it's ridiculous! Just talk if you're gonna talk!
“Hi Ken…” he begins with a massive pop. “See I figured since you mentioned me on Twitter, without the ‘at’ bee tee dubs, that you wanted my attention. That you wanted me to acknowledge you. That you wanted me to know that you exist. That you wanted the validation that comes from my eyes on you.”
JW: Oh! He's coming to the ring!
RC: He does that at his own peril!
JW: Duke and Davison will battle soon as part of the United States championship tournament!
Thad stops near the ring. Davison looks to beg him in.
“Since you found the time to mention me, since it's me you're most worried about… and I agree, you should be… I felt it'd be disrespectful if I didn't show up here, or if I did a lame ass via satellite appearance.
“So yeah… I flew 3,000 miles just to see you.”
JW: New York City's favorite son!
RC: This is Los Angeles! No one gives a shit about New York City!
Thad climbs onto the apron. Davison looks ready for a fight.
“This is me acknowledging you oh Godly one… this is me telling you that yes, I know you exist. This is me giving you my validation that you so desperately sought, Ken.
“Our night is coming, Ken.”
Thad drops off the apron and starts to back up the ramp with a smile on his face.
“But not tonight.”
RC: Backing down is the smartest thing he's done!
JW: Backing down isn't what he's doing! He knows the game, he knows the business. It does neither of them any good to go at it right now. This is just a good old fashioned tease!
“3,000 miles just to see you, Ken… and I do see you.”
Thad ends with a wink and a smile, then disappears back stage.
*BELL RINGS*
Karly Ward starts off against Ken Davison, circling him slowly with a confident smirk. She immediately tries to get under Ken’s skin, going for an eye rake. Ken ducks under it, backing away as Karly feigns innocence.
Jay Walker: Karly's wasting no time trying to take a shortcut! But Ken’s too smart to fall for that.
Ken and Karly lock up, and Ken quickly overpowers her with a wristlock. Karly twists her body to escape, delivering a sharp kick to Ken's shin in the process. Karly grabs Ken by the face, stretching his cheeks with her fingers as the referee warns her. She laughs it off, walking Ken toward the ropes. As Ken leans against them, Karly drags his face along the top rope, delivering a rope burn that sends him reeling. Ken winces in pain but fights back with a quick snap suplex, grounding Karly momentarily. He tags in Kyra, and the crowd buzzes as Kyra leaps into action. Karly scrambles to her feet but is met with a stiff uppercut that knocks her back.
Ray Carter: Here comes Kyra! She’s explosive!
Kyra takes control, hitting Karly with a float-over DDT, planting her hard on the mat. Karly rolls to her corner and tags in Carl Matthews, who cautiously enters the ring, sizing up Kyra. Carl charges at Kyra, but she ducks under his clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes, hitting him with a running superkick that staggers him. Carl manages to stay on his feet and grabs Kyra in a bear hug, trying to slow her down. Kyra counters by raking Carl’s eyes, breaking free. She tags Ken back in, but Carl tags in Karly again before Ken can capitalize. Karly charges at Ken with a fury of forearms, but Ken absorbs the blows and counters with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, sending Karly crashing down.
Jay Walker: Ken is back in control, and Karly’s feeling the effects of that backbreaker!"
Ken lifts Karly up for a pendulum backbreaker, but she sneaks in a low blow, causing Ken to drop her. The referee misses the infraction, and Karly laughs as she catches her breath.
Ray Carter: A blatant low blow from Ward, and she gets away with it! That’s just wrong.
Ken stumbles backward, allowing Karly to hit him with a running forearm. She follows it up with a face stomp and then mounts Ken, raining down forearms while sitting on his back, trapping his arms. Ken fights back, using his strength to roll her off. As he gets to his feet, he delivers a devastating enziguri to Karly’s head, knocking her down. Ken tags Kyra back in, and Kyra quickly capitalizes, applying a crossface submission on Karly in the middle of the ring.
Ray Carter: Kyra’s got that crossface locked in! Karly might have no choice but to tap!
Carl Matthews rushes in to break the hold, stomping on Kyra’s back. Ken charges back into the ring and delivers a German suplex to Matthews, sending him crashing to the mat. Karly breaks free from the crossface and stumbles to her feet, immediately trying to sneak another low blow on Ken, but Kyra intercepts her with a backstabber, dropping her hard.
Ray Carter: This tag team match is still anyone’s game! Karly Ward’s been pulling out every trick she can to keep her team in the fight, but Ken and Kyra Davison are really starting to show off their teamwork.
Kyra Davison is still in the ring with Karly Ward, both competitors looking exhausted but determined. Kyra whips Karly into the corner, charging at her with a running dropkick. Karly ducks at the last second, causing Kyra to crash into the turnbuckle. Karly quickly capitalizes with a sneaky eye rake, and Kyra stumbles backward, blinded. Karly smirks and tags in Carl Matthews, who rushes in to take advantage of the situation. Matthews clubs Kyra with a forearm to the back of her head, bringing her down to one knee. He hooks her arm and sets up for a suplex, but Kyra twists out, landing on her feet behind him. Kyra quickly counters with a running hurricanrana, sending Matthews flying across the ring. She dives to her corner and tags in Ken Davison, who charges in with a burst of energy. Ken wastes no time, delivering a powerful German suplex to Matthews, who crashes hard to the mat. Matthews rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, but Ken isn’t giving him any time to recover. Ken hits the ropes, and Kyra instinctively tags herself in, joining her husband as they both sprint toward the opposite ropes.
Jay Walker: Look at this! Double dive incoming!”
Ken and Kyra leap through the ropes in perfect synchronization, hitting Matthews and Karly Ward with double suicide dives on the outside. The crowd erupts in cheers as all four competitors crash into the barricade.
Both Davisons get to their feet, feeding off the energy of the Los Angeles crowd. They high-five each other before pulling Matthews and Ward back into the ring. Kyra slides in after Karly, while Ken rolls Carl back under the bottom rope. Karly, dazed from the suicide dive, tries to surprise Kyra with a low blow, but Kyra anticipates it, catching her foot mid-air. Kyra throws Karly’s leg to the side and follows up with a devastating running superkick that levels her. Meanwhile, Ken sets Carl up in the corner, delivering several stiff uppercuts before hoisting him onto his shoulders. Kyra climbs to the top rope as Ken holds Matthews in position for a powerbomb.
Ray Carter: They’re setting up for something big here!”
With perfect timing, Ken drives Carl down with a massive powerbomb as Kyra launches herself from the top rope, connecting with a diving lungblower right as Carl hits the mat.
Jay Walker: That’s their finisher! Fall From Grace!”
Ken covers Carl as Kyra knocks Karly off the apron with a quick strike, ensuring there’s no interference.
1…
2…
3!
Ray Carter: That’s it! Ken and Kyra Davison pick up the win with an incredible display of teamwork!
Jay Walker: What a match! Matthews and Ward did everything they could to steal this one, but the Davisons were just too sharp, too skilled, and too smart tonight.
Announcer Jazmine Sparks: Here are your winners… Ken and Kyra Davison!
Ray Carter: With this win, Ken and Kyra continue their impressive momentum in AAW. Ken’s got that U.S. Championship match to look forward to, and Kyra well, she can challenge for any championship she wants!
Jay Walker: I wouldn’t want to be holding any gold in AAW with her looming around! That’s for sure.
Ray Carter: Folks, don’t go anywhere! We’ve got more action coming your way tonight!
SEGMENT
The camera opens inside the sleek office of AAW General Manager Shaun Hart, where he is seated behind his desk, mid-conversation on the phone. The office is modern, with large glass windows showing a view of the city skyline. Shaun is dressed in his usual sharp suit, casually reclining in his chair.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and in steps the AAW Intercontinental Champion, Mac Bane. The presence of the rugged, battle-hardened champion instantly fills the room. Shaun notices Mac, his expression quickly changing as he tells the person on the phone, I'll call you back. Shaun stands, adjusting his suit and straightening his tie, his eyes locked on Mac with a smirk forming on his lips.
Shaun Hart: I’ve been expecting to see you, Mac. Let’s not beat around the bush; we both know how we feel about each other.”
Shaun takes a step forward, his voice filled with thinly veiled disdain.
Shaun Hart: I only kept it cordial with you last Impact because Tristian was here, but don’t get it twisted—I was not happy to see you become the Intercontinental Champion. The only bright spot is that you didn’t get your hands on the World Title.
He gives Mac a sarcastic smile.
Shaun Hart: So, how can I help you, cowboy?”
Shaun’s voice drips with sarcasm as he motions toward Mac to speak. Mac stands there, expression unreadable.
Mac Bane: Ya know, Hart, you’re a tiny man.
Mac said it in such a lighthearted way, that it makes you wonder if it was a threat or an observation.
Mac Bane: Since you brought it up, we both know that world title should be around mine or KJ’s waist right now. That will get settled sooner or later regardless of who holds that title. The real question is why I wasn’t booked to defend this title this week.
Mac holds up his newly won IC title and then allows its weight to carry his arm back down by his side.
Shaun gives a nonchalant facial expression.
Shaun Hart: Honestly…. I was hoping you would stay home in Texas and I wouldn't have to see you, but I see you've already disappointed me there, but have no fear because next Impact you'll defend that belt in the Main Event, and to give you a little extra motivation. If you happen to survive against who I pick, you'll find out who's waiting for you at the PPV.
Mac barks a laugh in response.
Mac Bane: I enjoy living up to expectations, my disappointing you is just a bonus. And survive? I’ve been dominating the landscape, no matter where I go. Maybe you’ll send Goliath like you used to in IIW? Been there, done that, and kicked his ass before. The bottom line, Hart, is that it won’t matter who you send. By now you should know that.
Shaun smirks amusingly.
Shaun Hart: Always so confident Mac, its of the few things I like about you, but will see if that confidence last after you see who's waiting for you in the Main Event next Impact, and then just maybe you'll regret being a fighting Champion.
Mac rolls his eyes in defiance and smirks openly.
Mac Bane: If you had my resume you would be too.
Mac Bane walks out of Shaun's office as the scene fades out.
Match Five
Triple Threat Match
Ace Sky vs “Spoiled” Summer Page vs Latoya Hixx
Ray Carter: Welcome back to AAW Impact, ladies and gentlemen, live from Los Angeles! Up next, we’ve got an exciting triple-threat match featuring two major debuts Ace Sky and 'Spoiled' Summer Page taking on the returning Latoya Hixx!
Jay Walker: The Crypto.com Arena is packed, and the energy is off the charts, Ray. I can’t wait to see what these three bring to the table tonight.
“S&M” by Rihanna begins to play throughout the arena]
The crowd erupts into cheers as "Spoiled" Summer Page struts out onto the stage. Dressed in glamorous all-white gear, she exudes confidence and charisma. Wearing her signature sunglasses, Summer raises her arms out wide, soaking in the adoration from the fans. She pauses for a moment at the top of the ramp, smirking at the camera before making her way down the aisle.
Ray Carter: Listen to this reaction for Summer Page! She was one of the biggest signings in AAW history, and she’s about to show us why.
Jay Walker: You know, Ray, when you sign a big-time deal like she did, there’s a lot of pressure to deliver, but Summer looks more than ready.
Summer reaches ringside and ascends the ring stairs with poise, turning to the crowd and raising her arms once again, causing the fans to cheer even louder. She motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes, and as they comply, she steps through the ropes gracefully. Once inside the ring, Summer heads to the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, soaking in the adulation as she surveys the crowd with a smirk on her face.*
Ray Carter: Summer Page has arrived in AAW, and she's making sure everyone knows it!
“Eye in the Sky” by The Alan Parsons Project begins to play
The crowd’s excitement grows as Ace Sky makes his entrance. With a focused look in his eyes, Ace walks out onto the stage, ready to bring his high-flying, innovative style to AAW. Dressed in his classic gear, Ace pauses at the top of the ramp, briefly looking toward the sky before charging down the aisle with purpose.*l
Jay Walker: This is a big moment for Ace Sky as well, Ray. He’s known for his high-risk moves and incredible agility. Let’s see if he can soar to new heights tonight.
Ray Carter: No doubt about it, Jay. Ace Sky has built a reputation as one of the most exciting high-flyers in the business.
Ace quickly makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans as he runs down the ramp. Once at ringside, he rolls under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, giving a confident nod to the crowd before heading to the corner. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, looking out at the audience for a moment before leaping down and preparing for the match.
“Mone” by Sasha Banks hits the speakers
Latoya Hixx emerges, wearing sleek white gear and her signature sunglasses. With CEO Brass Knuckles in hand, she grooves her way down the ramp, stepping with confidence as she slaps hands with fans along the way. The crowd cheers as she shows off her brass knuckles to the camera, flashing a grin before making her way into the ring.
Ray Carter: Latoya Hixx is no stranger to the AAW ring. She may have come up short in the U.S. tournament, but you can bet she’s here to prove a point tonight.
Latoya hands off her sunglasses and brass knuckles to the ringside camera operator and stands confidently in the ring, ready for the upcoming battle. The energy in the arena is electric as all three competitors size each other up, each looking to gain the upper hand.
Ray Carter: Alright folks, the stage is set—Ace Sky, Summer Page, and Latoya Hixx! This one is going to be a clinic.
Jay Walker: Two debuts, and one hungry competitor looking for redemption. This is what AAW Impact is all about!
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and all three competitors circle the ring, eyeing each other cautiously. Latoya Hixx makes the first move, stepping toward Ace Sky, but Summer Page seizes the opportunity and rushes in with a quick strike, throwing a forearm at Latoya's head.
Ray Carter: Summer Page wasting no time, taking the fight right to Latoya!
Jay Walker She's gotta make an impression, Ray. And this is how you do it.
Ace Sky, meanwhile, hangs back, assessing the situation. Latoya shakes off Summer's attack and locks up with her in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The two women jockey for position, but Latoya gains the upper hand, transitioning into a headlock. Summer pushes her off, sending her into the ropes, and on the rebound, Latoya ducks a clothesline attempt, runs past Summer, and flies through the air with a diving crossbody, sending Summer crashing to the mat. Ace Sky finally jumps into the fray, running in and hitting Latoya with a flying spinning heel kick just as she gets up from the crossbody. The impact sends Latoya rolling out of the ring to catch her breath. Summer Page, who has quickly recovered, tries to catch Ace off guard with a snap German suplex, but Ace flips out of it and lands on his feet!
Jay Walker: Ace Sky showing off that agility! That’s why he’s called one of the most innovative high-flyers in the game!
Ace immediately follows up with a lightning-fast Captain Falcon Knee, driving his knee right into Summer’s midsection and doubling her over. He then goes for a rolling wheel kick, but Summer ducks under it just in time, countering with a spike DDT that plants Ace into the canvas.
*lSummer tries to capitalize and begins to drag Ace toward the ropes for a slingshot suplex, but before she can execute it, Latoya Hixx slides back into the ring and charges at both competitors. She grabs Summer by the hair and whips her hard into the corner, following it up with a fierce roundhouse kick that connects squarely with Summer’s head!
Jay Walker: That kick had some fire behind it! Latoya is really on her game tonight.
With Summer stunned in the corner, Latoya pulls her out and transitions into a straight-jacket neck breaker slam, sending Summer crashing to the mat. The fans start getting louder as Latoya signals for another move, locking eyes with Ace Sky, who’s back to his feet. The two begin circling each other, neither making the first move as the tension builds in the ring.
Ray Carter: Latoya and Ace, two completely different styles about to clash! This is what makes AAW special.
Jay Walker: Both competitors are feeling each other out here. This match could turn in anyone’s favor at any moment.
Latoya lunges forward, looking to catch Ace in a tie-up, but Ace drops down and hooks her leg, attempting a quick schoolboy pin just to get her off balance. Latoya rolls through, and before Ace can follow up, she grabs him in a Canadian Maple Leaf, rolling him through and locking in the single-leg submission in the middle of the ring!
Ray Carter: Latoya has that Canadian Maple Leaf locked in tight! Ace Sky’s in trouble here!
Ace grits his teeth, trying to crawl toward the ropes, but Latoya adjusts her hold, wrenching back even more on the leg. Just as it looks like Ace might tap, Summer Page sprints in, breaking up the submission with a hard stomp to Latoya's back. Summer lifts Latoya off the mat and slams her down with a quick snap suplex, maintaining control of the match. She pulls Latoya up for a second suplex, but Latoya counters mid-air, landing on her feet and nailing Summer with a spear out of nowhere! Ace Sky, clutching his leg from the earlier submission, gets to his feet in the corner, watching the battle unfold. Latoya Hixx turns her attention to Ace, charging at him for a corner attack, but Ace rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Latoya to hit the turnbuckle hard. Ace capitalizes, running to the opposite corner and launching himself off with a Flash Point lariat, slamming into Latoya and knocking her down!
Ray Carter: That Flash Point hits like a freight train! Latoya is in trouble!
Before Ace can continue his assault, Summer Page regains her footing and charges at him from behind, looking to strike with a high knee. Ace senses it and sidesteps just in time, letting Summer hit the ropes. As she rebounds, Ace attempts a flying rolling wheel kick but Summer ducks under again!
Ray Carter: Folks, you can tell these competitors are giving it their all. There's no telling who's going to come out on top tonight!
With all three competitors getting back to their feet, the pace begins to accelerate. Ace Sky is the first to spring into action, bouncing off the ropes and diving through with a suicide dive right into Latoya Hixx on the outside, sending both crashing into the barricade! Summer Page, seeing her moment, quickly climbs the top turnbuckle. As Ace Sky gets to his feet outside, Summer leaps with a springboard crossbody , flattening both Ace and Latoya at ringside! The crowd explodes in excitement. Summer gets to her feet, soaking in the reaction of the fans, but she knows she can’t waste time. She picks up Latoya Hixx and throws her back into the ring. Summer slides in behind her, but before she can capitalize, Ace Sky has already climbed the apron and springboards off the ropes with a springboard flying heel kick, nailing Summer right in the face!
Jay Walker: What a counter by Ace Sky! He’s moving at the speed of light!
Ace stays on the offensive, running toward the corner and nailing Hixx with his Flash Point running flying lariat, crushing her into the turnbuckle. Hixx staggers forward, and Ace follows it up with a Captain Falcon Knee , the jumping knee strike landing flush on Hixx’s jaw! Latoya crumples to the mat, but Ace doesn’t stop. He eyes Summer Page, who’s trying to recover on the outside.
Not wasting a second, Ace charges to the ropes again and leaps over the top with a breathtaking slingshot springboard plancha onto Summer at ringside, drawing huge applause from the LA crowd!
Ray Carter: Ace Sky is pulling out all the stops tonight! He just flew over the top rope like a human missile!
Jay Walker: It’s moves like that which make Ace one of the most exciting wrestlers to watch!
Ace, feeling the momentum, pulls Summer up by the arm and rolls her back into the ring. As he follows her in, he climbs to the top rope, clearly looking for a high-risk maneuver to finish the job. But just as he steadies himself, Latoya Hixx, showing her resilience, scrambles up and meets him on the top turnbuckle! Latoya fights for control, and in an incredible display of strength, she hooks Ace and nails a superplex from the top rope, shaking the entire ring! The crowd erupts as both Ace and Hixx lie motionless on the mat from the impact. Latoya, running on adrenaline, quickly targets Summer, who’s now getting to her feet in the corner. Hixx charges full speed and delivers a devastating diving Meteora to Summer, crushing her into the turnbuckle! She grabs Summer by the head, pulling her into position for a straight jacket neck breaker slam. Latoya hoists her up, but Summer manages to wriggle free at the last second! Summer responds immediately with a quick tilt-a-whirl into a Russian leg sweep, planting Hixx hard into the mat. Seeing her opening, Summer wastes no time and heads for the top rope.
Ray Carter: Uh oh, Summer Page is going up top! She's looking to end this right here!
The crowd rises to its feet as Summer stands perched on the top rope, poised to strike. She takes a deep breath and soars off the turnbuckle, twisting mid-air with her signature Picture Perfect BME (Best Moonsault Ever). The rotation is flawless, and she crashes down across Latoya Hixx’s body!
Jay Walker: Picture Perfect! Summer Page nailed it!
Summer hooks Latoya’s leg for the cover. The referee drops to the mat...
1…
2...
3!
*BELL RINGS*
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match Summer Page!!!
Ray Carter: Summer Page wins her debut match with that unbelievable Picture Perfect moonsault! What a statement!
Jay Walker: What a match! These three left it all in the ring tonight, but Summer Page capitalizes and proves why AAW brought her in on that big deal!
Ray Carter: Ace Sky brought the high-flying spectacle, Latoya Hixx was as tough as ever, but in the end, it’s Summer Page standing tall in her debut.
Summer Page stands victorious, soaking in the moment as the LA crowd gives a mixed reaction. Her hand is raised in victory, while Ace Sky and Latoya Hixx recover, clearly frustrated but having given it their all.
SEGMENT
Scene: Inside the medical room, where Carl Matthews is sitting on the treatment table, an ice pack pressed against his shoulder after a grueling tag match. The atmosphere is calm, the sound of medical equipment beeping softly in the background, as doctors tend to Carl.
Suddenly, the door SLAMS open!
Koa "The Destroyer" Tautala storms into the room, his eyes filled with rage, his massive frame looming like a storm ready to unleash its fury. He wastes no time, shoving the medical staff aside as they scramble to get out of his way.
Koa Tautala (shouting): Where's Shaun Hart?! This is BULLSHIT!
Carl Matthews barely has time to react before Koa grabs him by the collar, yanking him off the table. Carl, already injured, tries to resist, but Koa's strength is overwhelming.
Koa Tautala (snarling): You think I’m gonna sit back after they switch my match at the last second two weeks ago? Huh?! They threw Ken Davison at me, and now I’m outta the damn tournament! And didn't even get a match tonight!
Koa SLAMS Carl into the wall, the impact shaking the room. Carl crumples to the floor, gasping for breath. Koa is relentless, stomping down on him with brutal force, every shot echoing with vicious intent.
Carl Matthews (barely conscious, gasping):
“K-Koa… please…
Koa isn’t hearing any pleas. He grabs Carl again, lifting him up and throwing him across the room, sending medical equipment crashing to the ground. Carl's body thuds against the hard floor, his face twisted in agony.
Koa Tautala (growling through gritted teeth):
"Tell Shaun Hart… this ain’t over. He better make this right or more bodies are gonna drop!
As Koa continues his assault, the sound of footsteps and shouting can be heard down the hall. Security bursts into the room, rushing to pull the enraged Samoan off Carl. It takes several men to restrain him, but even as they drag him out of the room, Koa fights back, glaring over his shoulder.
Koa Tautala (yelling as security drags him out): You tell Shaun Hart he’s got ONE CHANCE to fix this, or I’ll tear this whole place apart!
The camera zooms in on Carl, lying battered and broken on the floor, blood trickling from his mouth. The scene fades as security escorts Koa out of the building, his voice still echoing in the halls:
Koa Tautala:Make it right, Shaun! Or I’m coming for everyone!
Match Six
Standard Singles Match
Just Cause vs Jack "Ironman" Stanton
The camera pans across the raucous crowd in Los Angeles as Ray Carter and Jay Walker settle into the commentary table.
Ray Carter: Here we are, folks, in the heart of Los Angeles, Crypto.com Arena! What a night it's been, and it's about to get even better as we head into our sixth match of the evening!
Jay Walker: Absolutely, Ray! Just Cause,' is coming off a big win last week. He earned his spot in the United States title match at the upcoming pay-per-view. But tonight, he's got a different challenge on his hands, facing the debuting Jack 'Ironman' Stanton!
Ray Carter: And if the name ‘Ironman’ is anything to go by, Jack Stanton is known for his endurance. He’s a gritty brawler with a technical edge, and this should be a great test for him on his debut.
Jay Walker: Two workhorses with different styles. Just Cause with his methodical, suplex-heavy arsenal versus Stanton, who loves to wear down his opponents with those hard-hitting strikes. This one’s gonna be good!
As "Lunatic Fringe" hits, Jack steps out onto the stage with a no-nonsense demeanor, dressed in his wrestling gear, nodding to the crowd with a knowing smile.
Jazmine Sparks: Making his way to the ring at a weight of 260lbs, from Austin, Texas. I give you Jack "Ironman" Stanton.
He walks with purpose, occasionally slapping hands with fans who reach out, showing that connection he's built over the years. Once at ringside, he pauses, takes a deep breath, and gives a final nod to the crowd before rolling under the ropes, ready for battle.
The lights dim to darkness. White strobe lights start to flicker with each beat of the drum. The chorus of the track hits with a spotlight shining down upon Just Cause who looks intently at the squared circle. Just Cause starts to make his walk toward the ring.
Jazmine Sparks: Making his way to the ring at a weight of 242lbs, from parts unlnown. I give you Just Cause.
He pays little to no attention to the crowd. Just Cause slides into the ring and gets to his feet awaiting the bell to toll.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both men circle each other slowly, neither wanting to make the first mistake. Jack, the debuting underdog, cautiously steps forward, eyes locked on Just Cause, who cracks his neck and advances with equal focus.
Ray Carter: Both men sizing each other up here. Jack Stanton’s gotta know Just Cause is a technician of the highest caliber."
Jay Walker: And Just Cause? He’ll want to slow this one down, make it a battle of technique. He thrives in that environment.
They lock up in the center of the ring. Stanton quickly goes for a side headlock, wrenching Just Cause’s neck, but Just Cause pushes him off, sending Stanton into the ropes. Stanton rebounds and hits a hard shoulder block, but Just Cause doesn’t budge.
Ray Carter: Not much give there from Just Cause.
They lock up again, this time Just Cause goes behind into a waist lock, looking for a German suplex early, but Stanton drops his weight and hooks the leg to block it. Jack spins out of the waist lock and transitions into a standing hammerlock, forcing Just Cause to wince slightly. Just Cause powers out with a stiff back elbow to Jack’s face, breaking the hold. Just Cause immediately takes control, pulling Stanton into a quick snap suplex, sending him crashing to the mat with authority. Just Cause pulls Stanton to his feet, looking to follow up with another suplex, this time a belly-to-belly. He launches Stanton, but Jack flips out of it mid-air, landing on his feet! The crowd pops as Stanton takes advantage, running at Just Cause and landing a Lou Thesz press, taking him down and raining down punches. Just Cause manages to push Stanton off, but Jack’s right back on him, lifting him up and delivering a snap suplex of his own. Just Cause arches his back in pain as Stanton keeps the pressure on with a running knee strike to Just Cause’s ribs as he tries to stand.
Ray Carter: You can see the differences in style already. Just Cause looks to control the match with those precision suplexes, while Stanton’s grinding it out with strikes and power moves!
Just Cause rolls out of the ring to regroup, but Stanton isn’t giving him any breathing room. He slides out of the ring and grabs Just Cause, whipping him hard into the barricade. The crowd gasps as Just Cause hits with a thud. Stanton grabs Just Cause by the arm, looking to pull him back into the ring, but Just Cause reverses it, pulling Stanton face-first into the steel steps with a thud.
Ray Carter: What a reversal by Just Cause! That’s ring awareness right there.
Just Cause rolls back into the ring, waiting for Stanton to recover on the outside. Stanton stirs, shaking off the cobwebs, and rolls back into the ring at the ref’s count of six. Just Cause wastes no time, locking in a front facelock and transitioning into a quick snap DDT, spiking Stanton's head into the mat.
Jay Walker: That’s where Just Cause excels quick transitions and suplex variations. He keeps you guessing!
Just Cause pulls Stanton to his feet, looking for another suplex. This time it’s a T-bone suplex that sends Stanton crashing into the turnbuckle hard. The crowd groans as Stanton slumps into the corner. Just Cause stalks Stanton, dragging him out of the corner and locking in a single-leg Boston crab. Stanton grimaces, trying to crawl toward the ropes, but Just Cause plants himself firmly in the middle of the ring.
Jay Walker: This is where Just Cause is dangerous, controlling the pace with submissions. Stanton's in trouble here!"
The crowd rallies behind Stanton, and with a burst of energy, he manages to twist his body and kick Just Cause off, breaking the hold. Just Cause stumbles back, and Stanton uses the opportunity to push himself up, favoring his leg.
As Just Cause charges back at him, Stanton ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits a swinging neckbreaker, buying himself some time to recover.
Ray Carter: Smart move by Stanton! He needed that opening, and now he’s got a little breathing room.
Both men are down for a moment, catching their breath as the crowd claps and cheers them on. Slowly, they both get to their feet, and the match restarts with another lock-up. This time, Stanton quickly goes for a European uppercut, staggering Just Cause, then follows up with another snap suplex. Stanton pulls Just Cause up again, this time lifting him for a spinebuster, but Just Cause counters mid-lift into a standing sliced bread, flipping over Stanton and planting him into the mat.
Ray Carter: What a counter by Just Cause! That’s pure athleticism right there!
The pace quickens as Just Cause gets to his feet, grabbing Stanton and pulling him into position for a Code Breaker, but Stanton catches Just Cause's legs mid-air and counters into a Boston Crab of his own, locking it in tight!
Jay Walker: Turnabout is fair play! Stanton’s got the Boston Crab locked in, and now it’s Just Cause who’s feeling the pain!
Just Cause grimaces in pain, clawing toward the ropes as Stanton wrenches back on the hold. The crowd’s on their feet, anticipating a possible tap out as Just Cause inches closer to the ropes...
Ray Carter: And we’re still going here! This match is a battle of endurance, neither man willing to give an inch!
Jay Walker: This is what AAW is all about! These two are putting on a clinic, but who’s going to break first?
right in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! Stanton grits his teeth, pounding the mat in frustration as Just Cause digs in, wrenching back harder on the Cloverleaf. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, wondering if Jack can find a way out or if the relentless Just Cause will break him down completely.
Ray Carter: Stanton is in agony here! Just Cause has been picking him apart, and that Cloverleaf is cinched in tight!
The fans begin to clap, urging Jack to fight through the pain. He starts to dig his elbows into the mat, slowly crawling toward the ropes with every ounce of strength he has left. Just Cause yells in frustration, trying to keep the hold locked in as tightly as possible, but Jack inches closer and closer… Finally, Jack manages to grab the bottom rope, and the referee immediately steps in, forcing Just Cause to release the hold. Just Cause, visibly frustrated, lets go at the count of four, throwing a glance at the referee as if to say, That was close! Just Cause doesn’t waste time. As Jack pulls himself up using the ropes, Just Cause runs in with a quick dropkick to the back of Jack’s knee, sending him crashing down again. He follows it up with a standing Sliced Bread, planting Jack on his back once more, drawing gasps from the crowd. Jack struggles to get up, but Just Cause has no intention of letting up. He bounces off the ropes and hits a quick standing moonsault, landing perfectly on Jack's midsection. The crowd cheers as Just Cause pops back to his feet, his confidence growing with each move.
Ray Carter: This is a clinic from Just Cause right now! He’s controlling the pace, dictating the match, and Stanton just can’t keep up!
Just Cause grabs Jack by the wrist, pulling him up with a hard yank before throwing him into the ropes. As Jack rebounds, Just Cause looks to finish the sequence with a high-impact move, but Jack ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits the opposite ropes. He comes flying back with a massive running knee strike, catching Just Cause square in the jaw!
Jay Walker: Whoa! Out of nowhere, Jack Stanton just leveled Just Cause with that knee!"
The sudden shift in momentum leaves both men on the mat, gasping for breath as the crowd comes alive, appreciating the hard-hitting exchange.
Ray Carter: Jack’s not done yet! He might’ve taken a beating, but one move can change the course of a match!
Both men begin to stir, the crowd buzzing with excitement as they realize the match has hit another turning point. Jack slowly pulls himself up by the ropes, his body clearly battered, but his fiery determination pushing him to continue. Just Cause rubs his jaw, blinking as he tries to shake off the effects of the knee strike. Jack staggers toward him, ready to go blow for blow. Both men are back on their feet, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as Jack Stanton and Just Cause stare each other down, knowing the match could shift at any moment. Jack strikes first, stepping in with a sharp European uppercut that rocks Just Cause, followed by a stiff forearm smash. Just Cause reels, but fires back with a stiff chop across Jack's chest, the sound echoing through the Crypto.com Arena. Jack staggers back, but immediately answers with another forearm smash, followed by a quick snap suplex. Just Cause bounces off the mat, but rolls through and pops up, retaliating with a snap suplex of his own, keeping the pace high.
Jay Walker: They're going tit for tat! Neither one wants to give the other an inch!
Both men get back to their feet quickly, but Jack charges in, looking for a running knee strike. Just Cause ducks under it and hooks Jack from behind, nailing a German suplex. Not done, Just Cause keeps his grip, rolls through, and delivers a second German suplex, this time with more force. Jack rolls to the ropes, trying to regain his footing, but Just Cause doesn’t let up. He yanks Jack off the ropes and lifts him into the air for a belly-to-back suplex, but Jack twists mid-air and lands on his feet behind Just Cause. Without hesitation, Jack grabs Just Cause and slams him with a backbreaker, finally gaining some space. Jack, visibly exhausted but still in the fight, grabs Just Cause and whips him into the corner. He follows up with a running forearm, but Just Cause sidesteps at the last second, sending Jack crashing chest-first into the turnbuckle. Just Cause quickly capitalizes, hitting Jack with a backstabber, the impact sending shockwaves through Jack's spine.
Ray Carter: That backstabber took the wind right out of Jack!"
Just Cause, sensing his moment, pulls Jack up, this time with a focused expression. He whips Jack into the ropes and nails him with a vicious Code Breaker, sending Jack’s head snapping back on impact. As Jack stumbles to his feet, barely able to stay upright, Just Cause smirks, knowing he has Stanton right where he wants him. He points to the crowd, signaling the end, before hooking Jack’s head under his arm. In one fluid motion, Just Cause flips over Jack's back, executing a flawless Canadian Destroyer! The crowd erupts as Jack’s head and body slam into the mat, leaving him motionless.
Ray Carter: Canadian Destroyer! Just Cause just flattened Jack Stanton with that one!
One..
Two…
Three!
The crowd is on their feet as Just Cause rolls over, looking down at the fallen Jack Stanton. He stands tall over his opponent, raising his arms in victory as the referee calls for the bell.
Jay Walker: That’s it! Just Cause picks up another big win tonight!
Ray Carter: After a grueling back-and-forth, Just Cause proved why he’s advancing to the United States Title tournament. He had to dig deep, but he found a way to put Jack Stanton away!"
Just Cause stands tall, basking in the adulation of the fans while Jack Stanton lies on the mat, exhausted and defeated. The camera captures the image of Just Cause, arms raised, as he continues his momentum heading into the upcoming United States Title tournament.
Jay Walker: Jack Stanton showed a lot of heart in his debut, but tonight belongs to Just Cause!
SEGMENT
Later that night, the parking lot of the Crypto.com Arena is dimly lit as a sleek black limousine idles near the exit. Nicky Douché and Avery Bitterman, both still grinning with pride from their earlier ambush on Anthony King, strut toward the limo. Nicky pats Avery on the back, clearly pleased with the damage they caused.
Nicky Douché: See, Avery? That’s how you send a message. King thought he could just walk around here like he runs the place well, we put an end to that!
Avery chuckles, cracking his knuckles as they approach the limo. The driver steps out and opens the door for them.
Avery Bitterman: Man, you think he’s gonna be stupid enough to come back for more? We put him down hard tonight.
Nicky smirks as he pulls out his phone, ready to post a boastful update for his social media followers. But just as they’re about to get into the limo, the door to the arena swings open with a loud bang, and Anthony King comes charging out, his head still wrapped in a bandage from the brutal beatdown earlier in the night. His eyes are locked on Nicky and Avery, and the fury in his face is unmistakable.
Anthony King "You think it’s over?!
Before Nicky or Avery can react, Anthony barrels straight into Avery, knocking him off his feet with a devastating spear onto the hard pavement. Avery crashes to the ground, gasping for air as Anthony mounts him, unleashing a series of hard punches to his face and body. Avery tries to defend himself, but the rage-fueled Anthony is too much.
Jay Walker (on commentary): Oh my God! Anthony King’s back! And he’s out for blood!
Ray Carter: He’s had enough, Jay! King is making his stand!
Nicky’s face goes from shock to anger as he watches his right-hand man get pummeled. He rushes forward, grabbing Anthony by the shoulders and yanking him off Avery, but Anthony immediately turns his attention to Nicky. The two begin to exchange wild punches, with each blow landing harder than the last. The fight is messy, raw, and fueled by pure hatred. Anthony delivers a stiff elbow to Nicky’s jaw, sending him staggering backward into the limo. Nicky tries to regain his composure, swinging at Anthony with a wild right hand, but King ducks the shot and drives a knee into Nicky’s midsection, doubling him over.
Anthony King: You thought you’d get away with it, huh?!
King grabs Nicky by the back of the neck and slams him into the side of the limo with a sickening thud. Nicky groans in pain, clutching his head as Anthony goes in for another strike, but Avery, recovering from the earlier assault, grabs Anthony from behind, locking him in a rear waist hold to pull him off.
Avery Bitterman: Not so fast, King!
But Anthony is still running on pure adrenaline. He elbows Avery in the side of the head, breaking the hold and spinning around to deliver a brutal uppercut that sends Avery stumbling back, clutching his jaw. Nicky, seeing an opening, charges at Anthony, but King sidesteps and grabs him by the neck, throwing him hard onto the pavement.
Ray Carter: This is absolute chaos! These guys are tearing each other apart!
Just as Anthony is about to deliver another punch, a swarm of security guards rushes out from the arena, quickly surrounding the brawl. They struggle to separate the three men, who continue to lunge at each other, hurling insults and trying to break free from the guards' grip.
Nicky Douché (furious, screaming as security holds him back): You’re dead, King! DEAD! You hear me?!
Anthony King (glaring back at him, seething): Bring it, Douché! I’m not done with you yet!
Nicky is fuming, his face red with anger as Avery stumbles back to his feet, still dazed from the assault. The two are forcefully ushered toward the limousine by the security team. Nicky punches the roof of the limo in frustration before getting in, his eyes never leaving Anthony.
Nicky Douché (yelling from inside the limo): This isn’t over, King! You’ll regret ever crossing me!
Anthony tries to push past the security guards, but they hold him back as the limo speeds off into the night. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes still blazing with fury as the car disappears from sight.
Jay Walker:This is far from over! Anthony King isn’t backing down, and Nicky Douché is gonna have hell to pay!
Ray Carter: Nicky thought he could get away with what he did earlier, but Anthony King just proved he’s not going to take this lying down. This is only the beginning!
As the camera zooms in on Anthony, he wipes blood from the corner of his mouth, still glaring at the empty parking lot where Nicky and Avery escaped. Security continues to keep their distance as medical staff rush to check on him, but King waves them off as we cut back to the ring.
Main Event
Standard Singles Match
Impact Championship
TJ Alexander vs Misery(c)
The camera pans over the roaring crowd in the Crypto.com Arena. The energy is electric as the main event is moments away. The spotlight hits the ring announcer, Jazmine Sparks, standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AAW Impact Championship!
The lights in the arena dim, and "The Touch" by Stan Bush begins to play. Blue and white lights flash in rhythm with the music, and the crowd erupts in cheers as TJ Alexander steps out onto the stage. He's dressed in his signature ring gear: silver tights with blue trim, a leather jacket over his shoulders, and a confident smile on his face.
Jazmine Sparks: Introducing first, the challenger... from London, England, weighing in at 188 pounds... TJ Alexander!”
TJ makes his way to the ring, high-fiving fans along the ramp before sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms as the crowd continues to cheer. His eyes are locked on the stage, awaiting the champion.
The arena goes dark once again as the haunting opening riff of "Debonaire" by Dope blares through the speakers. A wave of boos washes over the arena as a dark silhouette appears at the entrance. Misery steps into the light, the Impact Championship draped over his shoulder. His massive 295-pound frame is imposing, and his eyes are locked on the ring, cold and menacing. Misery is dressed in black with leather accents, his hair wet and slicked back, giving him a sinister look as he walks to the ring.
Jazmine Sparks: And his opponent... from the Pits of Despair, weighing in at 295 pounds... he is the reigning and defending AAW Impact Champion... MIIISSERY!
Misery slowly makes his way to the ring, showing no emotion as he raises the championship high in the air before entering. The crowd boos, but Misery seems to feed off the negative energy, embracing his role as the ruthless villain.
As Misery enters the ring, TJ Alexander remains poised, bouncing on his toes, ready to face the man who once outwitted him in the Champions Conquest match. Misery hands the Impact Championship to the referee, and the tension in the arena skyrockets as both men stand in their corners, eyes locked on one another.
Ray Carter: This is going to be one hell of a fight, Jay! Both of these men were in that Champions Conquest match, but it was Misery who captured one of the briefcases and became the Impact Champion. TJ Alexander is now getting his second shot at gold, and you know he’s hungry for it!
Jay Walker: Yeah, Ray, TJ’s got a huge challenge ahead of him. Misery is an absolute beast with that raw power, and at 295 pounds, he's going to be hard to stop. But TJ, with his speed and athleticism, might just have the right combination to take Misery down.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both competitors circle the ring cautiously, eyes locked on each other. Misery's size and strength are immediately apparent, while TJ’s smaller frame and speed give him the agility edge.
Jay Walker: You can feel the anticipation here, Ray. Both men are taking their time, sizing each other up.
They lock up in the center of the ring, but it’s a stalemate. Misery uses his brute force to push TJ into the corner, but TJ slips out at the last second, darting away and resetting in the center. The two lock up again, and this time, TJ uses his agility to transition into a quick arm drag, but Misery rolls through, barely fazed. Misery lunges forward with a powerful shoulder block, sending TJ flying backward. TJ hits the mat but rolls through, springing back to his feet, immediately rebounding off the ropes to deliver a lightning-quick dropkick to Misery's chest. The blow causes Misery to stagger, but the champion remains on his feet.
Ray Carter: That’s the speed difference right there, Jay! TJ knows he can’t let Misery get his hands on him.
TJ bounces off the ropes again, aiming for another dropkick, but this time Misery swats him away like a fly. The challenger hits the mat hard, and Misery pounces, lifting TJ with ease into a Samoan Drop that shakes the ring. Misery follows up with stiff, resounding chops to TJ's chest, each one echoing through the arena and causing the crowd to "ooooh" with each hit. He whips TJ into the corner and charges in with a brutal Running Splash, crushing the challenger against the turnbuckles. TJ crumbles to the mat, but Misery doesn't give him time to recover, dragging him back to his feet. But TJ fights back! He delivers rapid-fire kicks to Misery’s legs and body, forcing the big man to back up. TJ runs to the ropes, springboards off, and nails Misery with a beautiful **Springboard DDT**! Misery’s head spikes into the mat, and for the first time in the match, the champion is down. TJ wastes no time, climbing to the top rope. The crowd is on their feet as he takes flight with a stunning 450 Splash but Misery rolls out of the way! TJ crashes into the mat, clutching his ribs in pain. Misery gets back to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs, and hoists TJ up into a Running Sitout Powerbomb that rocks the ring again. He doesn’t go for the pin, instead opting to punish TJ further.
Ray Carter: This is just pure dominance from Misery right now. He wants to make TJ suffer.
Misery stalks his prey, signaling for the end. He lifts TJ up, going for the Chokebomb but TJ counters in mid-air with a Hurricanrana! Misery stumbles, and TJ hits him with a Step-Up Enziguri, sending the champion reeling into the ropes. TJ follows up with a quick German Suplex, bridging for a moment but not going for the pin.After TJ's brief burst of offense, Misery quickly regains control, using his size and strength to slow the pace of the match to his liking. TJ attempts to rally with a running attack off the ropes, but Misery cuts him off mid-stride with a devastating Big Boot that nearly decapitates him. The crowd gasps at the impact, and TJ crumples to the mat, clutching his jaw in pain.
Ray Carter: What a shot! Misery is back in control, and you can see the pain on TJ’s face.
Misery stalks over to the fallen TJ, dragging him up with a handful of hair before delivering a punishing Exploder Suplexthat sends TJ crashing into the turnbuckles. The force of the move leaves TJ hanging in the corner, his body limp.Misery is relentless, not giving TJ a moment to recover. He charges across the ring and slams into the cornered challenger with a brutal Running Splash. The impact crushes TJ against the turnbuckles, and he collapses to the mat in a heap.Misery wastes no time, dragging TJ up again. He lifts him high into the air and delivers a crushing Running Sitout Powerbomb in the center of the ring. The ring shakes with the impact, and Misery holds TJ down for a moment, pressing his weight on the smaller man, but instead of going for the pin, he shakes his head and rises to his feet. Misery stands over TJ, glaring down at him before dragging him up once more. This time, he locks his massive arms around TJ’s neck, applying a tight Sleeper Hold. Misery’s arms squeeze around TJ's throat as he pulls him to the mat, cinching the hold in deeper. TJ thrashes in desperation, his face turning red as he fights for breath.
Jay Walker: Look at this! Misery’s got that Sleeper locked in tight, and TJ is in serious trouble now. This is where the champion’s size and power really come into play.
Misery wrenches the hold even tighter, his face emotionless as he applies more pressure. TJ struggles, clawing at Misery’s arms, trying to create some space, but the champion’s grip is unbreakable. The crowd begins to rally behind TJ, clapping and chanting his name, urging him to fight through the pain. Misery leans back, using his full weight to press down on TJ, making it nearly impossible for him to escape. TJ’s movements slow, his energy fading as the life is being squeezed out of him. The referee checks on him, lifting his arm once... it drops. The referee lifts it a second time... it drops again. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, desperate for TJ to show some sign of life.
Jay Walker: This might be it! TJ’s fading fast, and if his arm drops one more time, this match could be over!
But as the referee raises TJ's arm for the third time, TJ suddenly clenches his fist, keeping it in the air! The crowd explodes as TJ fights to stay in the match. With sheer determination, TJ begins to power up, shifting his body to get to his knees despite the hold.
Ray Carter: Look at the heart of TJ Alexander! He’s not going down without a fight!
TJ manages to get one foot on the mat, then the other, forcing his way back to a vertical base even with Misery still applying the Sleeper. With the last of his strength, TJ drives his elbow into Misery’s gut once, twice until the champion is forced to release the hold. TJ stumbles forward, gasping for air, but Misery is already on him, grabbing him by the waist and throwing him overhead with a vicious German Suplex . TJ’s body crashes hard on the mat, and the momentum swings back to the champion as he gets to his feet, looking more determined than ever.
Jay Walker: Misery is just relentless! Every time TJ tries to fight back, the champ shuts him down.
Misery pulls TJ up one more time, looking to continue the punishment, Misery stays on the attack, clearly enjoying the torment he’s inflicting on TJ Alexander. After the German Suplex, the champion stands tall and smirks as he stomps down hard on TJ's midsection, causing him to roll over in agony. Misery then yanks TJ to his feet, lifting him effortlessly and slamming him down with a thunderous Samoan Drop. The crowd boos as Misery continues to dominate. He drags TJ back up again and positions him for another high-impact move, this time delivering a punishing Reverse Piledriver. TJ's head spikes into the mat, and he lies motionless on the canvas, barely moving as Misery towers over him, the Impact Championship glistening on his shoulder.
Jay Walker: Look at the carnage! Misery is making a statement tonight, showing that being the Impact Champion means total domination!
Misery doesn’t go for the cover, instead, he pulls TJ up once more, this time positioning him in the corner. With a burst of speed, Misery charges across the ring and crushes TJ with another brutal Running Splash in the corner. TJ’s body slumps against the turnbuckles, barely able to hold itself up. But just as Misery steps back, looking to charge for another, TJ suddenly springs to life with a desperate Dropkick, catching Misery square in the chest! Misery stumbles back, surprised by the sudden attack, giving TJ just enough time to get his bearings. With the crowd rallying behind him, TJ uses the ropes to pull himself up. Misery charges again, but TJ evades, sending the champion crashing shoulder-first into the ring post! The crowd roars as TJ gets a moment to recover.
Jay Walker: TJ’s not done yet! He's digging deep, and the heart of this kid is something else!
TJ takes full advantage, using his speed and agility to stay out of Misery's reach. As Misery staggers out of the corner, TJ hits a quick Step-Up Enziguri to the side of Misery’s head, knocking the big man down to one knee! TJ senses an opportunity and runs to the ropes, springboarding off to deliver a high-impact Springboard Tornado DDT spiking Misery's head into the mat! Misery rolls to the side, clutching his head in pain. TJ, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, runs to the top rope. The crowd stands in anticipation as TJ launches into the air, executing a picture-perfect 450 Splash, crashing down on Misery’s chest! The arena explodes with cheers as TJ scrambles to his feet, feeding off the energy of the crowd.
Jay Walker: TJ is turning the tide here! The challenger is showing incredible heart, and Misery looks shaken!
TJ follows up, not letting up for a second. He grabs Misery’s arm and locks in a quick Fujiwara Armbar, wrenching back with all his strength. Misery grimaces in pain as TJ cranks back on the hold, trying to keep the bigger man grounded.
Ray Carter: Can you believe this? TJ Alexander is making the Impact Champion suffer now! What a comeback!
Misery fights through the pain, using his size to drag himself to the ropes. He grabs the bottom rope, forcing TJ to release the hold. TJ immediately springs back to his feet, urging the crowd to get louder as he charges at Misery, who is still trying to recover. With a full head of steam, TJ launches into a devastating Shining Wizard, smashing his knee into Misery’s face! Misery is down, and TJ stands tall, his heart and determination on full display as he prepares to go for one more high-risk maneuver.
Jay Walker: This is it! TJ Alexander is on the verge of pulling off the upset of a lifetime!
The crowd is on their feet as TJ Alexander climbs to the top rope, preparing for a high-risk maneuver that could seal the deal. He looks out to the sea of fans, takes a deep breath, and leaps into the air with a spectacular Swanton Bomb, his body twisting in perfect form as he descends toward Misery. But just as TJ is about to land, Misery rolls his knees up, driving them hard into TJ’s back! The impact sends shockwaves through TJ’s body as he bounces off and writhes in pain, clutching his spine.
Ray Carter: Oh no! Misery got the knees up! TJ just crashed and burned!
Jay Walker: That could be the turning point, Ray! TJ took a massive risk, and now Misery is back in control!
Misery rises to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs, and his expression shifts to one of pure aggression. He storms over to TJ, who is still down, and begins laying into him with brutal stiff punches, each one driving the air out of the challenger. Misery’s fists hammer down like sledgehammers, leaving TJ defenseless as the bigger man pummels him mercilessly.
Ray Carter: Misery is unloading now! The champion is showing no mercy!
Misery pulls TJ up by the arm, forcing him to his feet, and whips him into the corner. He follows up by hoisting TJ into the air and smashing him into the turnbuckles with a devastating Buckle Bomb! TJ’s spine once again absorbs the brunt of the impact, and he slumps to the mat in agony, the pain evident on his face.
Jay Walker: That Buckle Bomb just rattled TJ’s entire body! Misery is in complete control again!
With TJ seemingly down for the count, Misery drops to the mat and hooks the leg for the pin, a smug look on his face as the referee begins the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR—
But at the last possible moment, TJ kicks out! The crowd erupts in cheers, disbelief sweeping through the arena as Misery sits up, wide-eyed in frustration.
Ray Carter: He kicked out! TJ Alexander somehow found the strength to kick out!
Jay Walker: That was as close as it gets! TJ is running on pure heart right now!
Misery slams his hands on the mat in frustration, glaring at the referee and demanding a faster count. The official stands firm, holding up two fingers, insisting it was not a three-count. Misery’s temper flares as he gets in the referee’s face, arguing vehemently, the crowd booing him louder with each passing second. After a few moments of berating the referee, Misery finally turns his attention back to TJ, who is slowly rising to one knee. Misery cracks his knuckles, ready to finish the job, but as he steps toward TJ, the challenger surprises him with a sudden punch to the gut! Misery stumbles back, caught off guard. TJ follows up with another punch, this time to the face, and the crowd comes alive as TJ digs deep into his reserves. Each punch lands with more fire than the last, the challenger refusing to stay down.
Jay Walker: TJ’s fighting back again! He’s not giving up!
With a surge of energy, TJ springs to his feet, delivering a rapid series of punches that stagger the champion. He hits the ropes and returns with a blistering Step-Up Enziguri, cracking Misery across the side of the head! Misery stumbles, dazed, and TJ capitalizes with a lightning-quick Snap Suplex that sends the big man crashing to the mat! TJ, fueled by the crowd’s cheers, keeps up the pressure. He climbs to the middle rope and launches off with a Springboard Hurricanrana, using his agility to send Misery flying across the ring! Misery tries to get back to his feet, but TJ charges forward and hits a perfectly timed Shining Wizard knocking the champion back down! The arena explodes as TJ stands tall, his heart and determination driving him to push even harder as he prepares for one last offensive series to put Misery away.
Jay Walker: TJ is going for broke! He’s throwing everything he’s got at the champion!
The crowd is electric as TJ points to the turnbuckle, signaling for a high-risk move. He heads toward the ropes, knowing this could be the moment he topples the champion and becomes Impact Champion. With the momentum firmly in his favor, TJ Alexander ascends to the top rope once again, ready to pull off a move that could change the course of the match. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as TJ stands tall and leaps into the air, executing a flawless Shooting Star Press*l, his body twisting gracefully before crashing down onto Misery! The arena erupts in cheers as TJ hooks the leg, the referee sliding into position for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE—
But Misery kicks out at the very last second! The crowd gasps in shock as TJ sits up, wide-eyed, unable to believe what just happened. He slaps his hands on the mat in frustration, his confidence shaken for the first time in the match.
Ray Carter: He kicked out again! Misery refuses to stay down, and TJ Alexander can't believe it!
Jay Walker: You can see it in TJ’s face—he thought that Shooting Star Press was the end, but Misery is still in this!
TJ takes a moment to regain his composure, breathing deeply as he pushes himself back to his feet. The frustration lingers, but he knows he has to stay focused. He grabs Misery by the arm and pulls him up, determination burning in his eyes. Without hesitation, TJ hits a thunderous Superkick that cracks Misery square on the jaw, sending him stumbling backward into the ropes! The impact sends Misery rebounding off the ropes, and as he staggers forward, TJ seizes the moment. He grabs Misery around the waist and, with all his strength, launches him over with a picture-perfect **Northern Lights Suplex bridging for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THR—
But once again, Misery kicks out! TJ rolls away, his desperation starting to show as he runs a hand through his hair in disbelief.
Ray Carter: Misery kicks out again! TJ is throwing everything at the champion, but it’s just not enough!
Jay Walker: You can see it in TJ’s eyes—he’s getting desperate! What more can he do to put Misery away?
TJ pounds the mat in frustration but knows he can't let up. He wipes the sweat from his brow and looks to the ropes, planning one final high-risk move to seal the victory. TJ climbs the ropes once more, his athleticism on full display as he prepares for a springboard aerial attack. He bounces off the ropes and soars through the air, aiming to take Misery down for good. But just as TJ is mid-flight, Misery pops up with incredible speed and drives his shoulder into TJ’s midsection with a devastating Cruor - Spear/Gore!!! The impact is brutal, and TJ’s body folds in half as he crashes to the mat in a heap.
Ray Carter: Oh my God! Misery caught him in mid-air with the Cruor! What a spear!
Jay Walker: That might have just broken TJ in half! What an incredible counter by the Impact Champion!
Misery wastes no time, hooking TJ's leg as the referee drops down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
*BELL RINGS*
As the bell rings and the crowd buzzing with excitement, AAW's ring announcer Jazmine Sparks steps into the spotlight, her voice booming through the arena.
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL the AAW Impact Champion… MISERY!!!
Misery slowly rises to his feet, victorious, as the referee raises his arm in triumph. The Impact Championship is handed back to him, draped over his shoulder as he stares down at the fallen TJ Alexander.
Ray Carter: What a match! TJ Alexander gave it everything he had, but in the end, Misery proves why he’s the Impact Champion!
Jay Walker: An absolute war from start to finish! TJ has nothing to be ashamed of, but Misery just showed the world why he’s at the top of the mountain in AAW!
Misery stands tall in the center of the ring, holding the Impact Championship high as the crowd showers him with a mixture of boos and applause, acknowledging the champion’s dominant victory.
CLOSING SEGMENT
Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm plays over the PA. Kyra Davison steps out into the arena, briefcase in hand. Holding it up for all to see, she makes her way to ringside where she grabs a microphone and rolls into the ring. She takes a few moments, walking around as her music fades out.
“Everyone’s been trying to say I walked out of Impact two weeks ago with the ‘wrong’ briefcase,” Kyra begins as she continues pacing around in front of the Impact crowd. “But I beg to differ. This briefcase gives me something that the other three don’t have.”
She stops and shrugs her shoulders. “It gives me anotherchoice. And from where I’m standing? I can’t really go wrong with any of them can I?”
The crowd cheers.
“So.. Who do I pick? On the one hand, there’s Misery.. And Misery sure does love company, am I right?” She laughs to herself. “But seriously, I’m sure Misery and I could have a match for the ages.. But is it the fight I’m truly looking for right now? I’m not so sure…”
Kyra resumes pacing.
“But when it comes to a challenge, what bigger challenge is there than Mac Bane? But you see, maybe that’s taking the easy way out, not that beating him would be a cake walk - but I’m here for new, and exciting things… New challenges. I’m here to do something I’ve never done before.”
She stops in the middle of the ring, glancing up towards the rafters. “Which brings me to you, Axel…”
The crowd begins cheering harder.
“And I refuse to stand here, addressing the ceiling so bring your ass down here and face me like a man.”
The camera’s pan to the rafters where Axel has been the entire show, and without hesitation, the big man steps off and descends towards the ring. Kyra watches, her arms crossed over her chest, unimpressed, until Axel touches down in front of her and releases himself from the harness he’d been wearing and pulls the AAW World Championship off of his waist and lays it over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna make this short and sweet, since you’ve probably got a skyscraper to get back to or some shit.” Kyra chuckles while Axel sets his jaw as he watches her pace in front of him. “Yeah, I’m calling you a gargoyle in case you’re a little slow on the uptake.”
She ignores him as he replies to her in kind and begins pacing around in front of the World Champion.
“I’ve never held a World Championship.” She pauses briefly, just enough so she can turn around and step up to the big man in front of her. He looks down on her, a cocky smirk on his lips, but Kyra only smiles. “And I’ve decided that that ends with you. Sure I didn’t have to pick you, the other choices aren’t bad ones in the slightest… But you just look so punchable and I figure, why not? I’m here for the challenge and there’s no bigger challenge than you.. And my first world championship reign.”
The crowd claps as Kyra steps up even closer, not put off one bit by the towering man in front of her. “Your days are numbered, big guy, so enjoy that belt while you can because it’s gonna be coming home to Mama soon.”
The crowd erupts as Kyra drops the mic and the two share an intense staredown and a few less than kind words before Kyra pushes past Axel and leaves the ring.
[/div]PRE SHOW SEGMENT
Scene opens with Ray Carter and Jay Walker seated at the announce desk. Behind them, the arena is buzzing with energy. Alyssa Morgan stands to the side, microphone in hand, and Jazmine Sparks is nearby, ready to introduce the night’s action.
Ray Carter: Welcome to the pre-show for AAW Impact Episode Two! We’ve got a huge night ahead, but first, we need to talk about some of the biggest stories in AAW right now.”
Jay Walker: And nothing’s hotter than the rivalry between Anthony King and Nicky Douché. This all started with Nicky throwing shade at King’s background. But after what we saw at the Champions Conquest match? It’s clear this feud is about to explode.
Ray Carter: Exactly. Nicky had Avery ready to come down the ramp, but King wasn’t having any of that. He took Avery out with a steel chair, and that distraction gave Kyra Davison just the opening she needed to eliminate Nicky.
Jay Walker: And you know Nicky’s steaming over that. This rivalry is personal now, and I don’t see either of these guys backing down anytime soon. King sent a message with that chair shot he’s not someone to mess with.
Alyssa Morgan: I spoke with King earlier today, and he’s laser-focused. He knows Nicky wants revenge, but King’s ready for whatever comes his way. It feels like this rivalry is just heating up.”
Ray Carter: It’s only a matter of time before these two clash again. And when they do, it’s going to be a fight to remember.
A graphic pops up showing the United States Championship triple threat match between Just Cause, Thaddeus Duke, and Ken Davison.
Jay Walker: But speaking of fights to remember, Ray, we have a massive match set for the pay-per-view Just Cause, Thaddeus Duke, and Ken Davison in a triple threat for the inaugural United States Championship. You can feel the excitement building for this one.
Ray Carter: No question. Let’s start with Ken Davison. This man is a legend a 28-year veteran with championships across the globe. From the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition to Sin City Wrestling and Carnage Wrestling, Ken’s done it all. And don’t forget, he’s a member of not one, but four different Hall of Fames.
Jay Walker: Ken’s experience is a huge factor, but don’t sleep on Thaddeus Duke. This guy is a freak of nature fast, athletic, and technical. He’s a master in the ring and, let’s not forget, he’s an icon in XWF with multiple championship reigns to his name. Duke knows how to win when the stakes are high.
Ray Carter: Absolutely, Duke has that natural gift in the ring. His combination of high-flying and technical skills makes him unpredictable. Plus, he’s got that mean streak he loves the pain, both giving it and taking it. But sometimes his pride gets in the way. We’ve seen him refuse to quit, even when it would be smarter to tap out.
Alyssa Morgan: And then there’s Just Cause, a wildcard in every sense. His only motivation is gold, and he doesn’t care who he has to crush to get it. He’s dangerous, ruthless, and laser-focused on that United States Championship.
Ray Carter: So, the big question who walks out with the belt? Ken Davison’s experience? Thad Duke’s freakish athleticism? Or Just Cause’s relentless drive?
Jay Walker: If I had to choose, I’m sticking with Thaddeus Duke. He’s young, hungry, and already an icon in XWF. That kind of confidence mixed with his skill set makes him a real threat.
Ray Carter: I’m going with Ken Davison. His resume speaks for itself, and he’s been in every type of match imaginable. He’s got that vicious streak when he needs it, and I think that’s going to give him the edge.
Alyssa Morgan: No matter who wins, one thing’s for sure this is going to be a match for the ages. Three competitors with very different styles, but only one can walk out with the United States.
Alyssa Morgan: And as if the stakes couldn’t get any higher tonight, we’re all eagerly waiting for Kyra Davison’s big decision. After winning the Champions Conquest match, Kyra now has the power to choose which champion she’ll challenge for their title. Her options are the Impact Champion Misery, the Intercontinental Champion Mac Bane, or the World Heavyweight Champion Axel Shaw. Ray, this is a massive decision.
Ray Carter: No doubt about it, Alyssa. Kyra’s got an opportunity most wrestlers dream of. But here’s the thing whoever she picks, she’s in for a fight. Let’s break down her choices. First, there’s Misery, the Impact Champion. Misery is known for his brutal, unrelenting style. He's unpredictable, violent, and absolutely fearless in the ring. Kyra would be walking into a war zone if she chooses Misery.
Jay Walker: Yeah, Misery is the type who thrives in chaos. He doesn’t care how much damage he takes as long as he dishes out more. But if Kyra’s looking for a technical, hard-hitting match, there’s Mac Bane, the Intercontinental Champion. Bane is a no-nonsense bruiser. He’s got that old-school toughness, and when you step into the ring with him, you’re gonna leave with a few bruises.
Ray Carter: Mac Bane is all about precision and power. He’s not flashy, but he gets the job done. Kyra’s smart, and she might be tempted to go after him, but she better be ready to absorb some serious punishment if she does.
Alyssa Morgan: But then there’s the biggest prize of them all Axel Shaw, the World Heavyweight Champion. and there’s a reason he’s the top guy. He’s a total package: strength, agility, ring IQ you name it. If Kyra wants to make the biggest statement possible, challenging Axel Shaw might be the way to go. But is she ready for that level of competition?
Jay Walker: It’s a tough call, Alyssa. Axel Shaw is no joke. He’s the World Heavyweight Champion for a reason. But Kyra’s been on an incredible run lately. She’s got the momentum, and sometimes, when you’re riding high like that, you go for the biggest challenge. Axel might be the toughest fight, but the reward? It doesn’t get any bigger than holding that World Heavyweight Championship.
Ray Carter: Kyra’s got a lot to think about. She can go after Misery’s unpredictability, Mac Bane’s raw power, or Axel Shaw’s all-around dominance. No matter who she picks, tonight’s decision could change the trajectory of her career.
Alyssa Morgan: I can’t wait to hear what she decides. Do you guys have any guesses on who she’s leaning toward?
Jay Walker: Honestly, I think she might go for Misery. They both have that ruthless side, and it would be an all-out brawl. But like Ray said, the World Heavyweight Title is the ultimate prize. Kyra might surprise us all and go straight for Axel Shaw.
Ray Carter: I think she’s going to go after Mac Bane. She’s a strategic thinker, and Bane might seem like the best shot for her to take advantage of her speed and technical skills. Either way, it’s going to be a huge moment when she makes her decision.
Alyssa Morgan: It’s the biggest decision of Kyra’s career, and we’ll find out tonight which champion she’ll be gunning for. Stay tuned, because the stakes couldn’t be higher.
The camera zooms back in on Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan at the commentary desk, as they’re ready to break down tonight's matches.
Alyssa Morgan: Alright, folks, it’s time to dive into tonight’s match card, and let me tell you, it’s loaded from top to bottom. We’re starting things off with a match that could set the tone for the entire night.
Ray Carter: That’s right, Alyssa. Kicking off the show, we’ve got two competitors from the Champions Conquest match who are looking to bounce back John Blade and Nicky Douché. Both men came up short in the Conquest match, but now they’ll face each other, and you know how badly each of them wants to get back on track with a win.
Jay Walker: Nicky Douché’s got a chip on his shoulder after getting distracted by Anthony King in the Conquest match, and John Blade, well, he’s got something to prove every time he steps in the ring. This is a battle of redemption, and whoever gets the win is going to come out of this with some much-needed momentum.
A graphic appears for Match Two, featuring Salvatore Impasato vs. Noah "The Nomad" Stroud.
Alyssa Morgan: Up next, we’ve got the in-ring debuts of two powerhouses—Salvatore Impasato and Noah ‘The Nomad’ Stroud. We don’t know much about either of them just yet, but they’re both known for their raw strength and intensity.
Ray Carter: Yeah, Alyssa, this one could be a pure slugfest. Both guys are making their first appearances, and there’s no better way to make a statement than by walking out with a victory in your debut. It’s going to be interesting to see who can impose their will and show what they’re made of.
Jay Walker: You know these two are looking to leave a lasting impression. Whoever wins is going to turn some heads, that’s for sure.
The graphic shifts to the next match: Tracy Cage vs. Anthony King.
Ray Carter: And speaking of debuts, in our third match, we have Tracy Cage stepping into the ring for the very first time. She’s a Hollywood actor making the crossover into pro wrestling, and she’s going to face Anthony King, who’s got that street mentality. King is looking to rebound after his tough loss in the Champions Conquest match, so this one should be very interesting.
Jay Walker: King’s a dangerous man with a lot to prove, especially after he got involved in Nicky Douché’s match last week. But Tracy Cage? She’s a wildcard. Making that transition from Hollywood to wrestling is no easy task, but if she can pull off a win here, she’ll instantly be in the conversation.
The screen shifts to the tag team match graphic, featuring Carl Matthews & Karly Ward vs. Ken Davison & Kyra Davison.
Alyssa Morgan: Next, we’ve got a tag team match that could get really interesting. It’s Carl Matthews and Karly Ward teaming up against Ken Davison and Kyra Davison, a husband-and-wife duo who know each other like the back of their hands.
Ray Carter: That’s right, Alyssa. Ken and Kyra are a dangerous pairing, with Ken being a 28-year veteran and Kyra coming off her massive win in the Champions Conquest match. But Carl Matthews and Karly Ward could surprise us. Matthews may be Karly’s errand boy, but don’t underestimate their chemistry as a team. However, facing the Davisons? That’s a tall order.
Jay Walker: Ken and Kyra are in sync like no other, so Matthews and Ward better be on the same page if they want a shot here. This could be an uphill battle for them.
The graphic for the triple threat match appears: Ace Sky vs. “Spoiled” Summer Page vs. Latoya Hixx.
Alyssa Morgan: Our fifth match is a triple threat featuring two more debuts. Ace Sky and ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page are both making their first appearances in AAW, and they’ll be facing Latoya Hixx, who’s looking to bounce back after her loss to Thaddeus Duke in the U.S. Championship Tournament.
Ray Carter: Summer Page is a big-time signing, and she’s looking to live up to all the hype surrounding her. But Ace Sky? Don’t sleep on him. He’s got an exciting style that could catch both women off guard. And as for Latoya Hixx, she’s hungry to redeem herself after coming up short against Duke. This is going to be a high-energy match, with three competitors who all want to prove themselves.
Jay Walker: Absolutely, Ray. This match could steal the show if these three go all out. I’m especially interested to see how Summer Page fares with all that pressure on her shoulders.”*
The next graphic shows Just Cause vs. Jack "Ironman" Stanton.
Ray Carter: And then we’ve got Just Cause taking on Jack ‘Ironman’ Stanton. Just Cause is riding high off his recent momentum and is looking to keep it going, but Stanton’s no rookie. He’s a veteran making his in-ring debut here in AAW, and that experience could play a huge role in this matchup.
Jay Walker: Just Cause is brash, confident, and on a roll, but Jack Stanton has been around the block. He’s called ‘Ironman’ for a reason. This could be a real test for Just Cause, especially against someone as tough and seasoned as Stanton.
The final graphic for the main event pops up: TJ Alexander vs. Misery (c) for the Impact Championship.
Alyssa Morgan: And finally, our main event is for the Impact Championship. TJ Alexander gets his shot at the gold after impressing everyone in the Champions Conquest match, but he’s going up against the reigning champion, Misery.
Ray Carter: Misery is a force to be reckoned with. He's violent, unpredictable, and thrives on chaos. But TJ Alexander has earned this opportunity. He came up short in the Conquest match, but Shaun Hart clearly saw something in him, giving him the first crack at Misery’s title. This is going to be a fight.
Jay Walker: Misery’s got all the tools to walk out of here with the title, but TJ is scrappy and determined. If anyone can pull off an upset, it’s him. Still, Misery has a knack for dismantling his opponents piece by piece, and he's not going to give up that title easily.
Alyssa Morgan: It’s going to be a war in that ring tonight. The stakes are high for TJ Alexander, but Misery isn’t going to let go of that championship without a fight. I can’t wait to see how this one plays out.
The screen fades out, showing a final look at the full card for tonight’s episode before the camera cuts back to the arena, ready for the action to begin.
OPENING SEGMENT
In the arena, the camera feed changes to a location high above the ring. A shot of the metal rafters obscures partial vision. The visual we do see is the newly crowned heavyweight champion Axel Shaw sitting against a metal beam. With the heavyweight championship resting on his left shoulder of his worn-out leather jacket. With the heat rising towards the ceiling, we can see the sweat trickling down his forehead. With his eyes wide and raised eyebrows, he raised the microphone closer to his mouth. Firstly clearing his throat, he begins to speak in a deep, raspy tone.
There is a very practical reason for me to be sitting up here high in the rafters. Management made a decision not to book the current heavyweight champion tonight. For this exact reason, it gave me a chance to sit up here and view the program. I wanted to survey the landscape. It's a natural shame I couldn't be suited for action tonight, but again, you people don't deserve it.
An overwhelming amount of booing followed his statement. The building was coming alive, but not in a good way.
You people disgust me and need to just shut up when I'm speaking.
They started getting louder as more people joined in.
I am the best this company has to offer. Like it or not, I don't give a damn. The moment those briefcases opened, I saw poor little Kyra earn a contender contract. I knew right then, and there she was in over her head. Mind you, she hasn't chosen me yet, but it's highly likely. Kyra I hope you do choose me so I can embarrass you once again.
Standing up from his sitting position well, they continued to boo everything he was saying.
I proved that I can put this entire company on my back and run with it. I proved the proper champion was crowned that night. If they wanted Kyra, why didn't they give her my briefcase? It's simple. Go ahead and cheer for her.
The crowd cheered for the first time since he started speaking. I'm going to tell you why you are not in my position, Kyra. AAW didn't have faith that your pretty little face could handle it. They didn't think you were ready to amass the stress and dedication of being a heavyweight champion. I'm not lying about this. Look at yourself. I can tell when you talk, walk, and even wrestle you lack a sense of confidence. You can play the role of an ant and allow me to be the human; I will fucking squash you.
The audience was not all on their feet with their thumbs down. They really hate this guy, and who could even blame them? His eyes wide open, ramping up his intensity and adrenaline pumping.
When you do make that decision later tonight, Kyra, and say my name. I want you to do it with intensity. Show me you want this.
Raising up the heavyweight title high into the sky, holding it above the entire crowd and ring.
Show me this heavyweight title is what you want, and I can be the one to break your spirit. I am not saying you don't have a fighting chance, Kyra, but it wouldn't be smart to choose me. In the end, you are going to do what you feel is best. On the flipside, you can always fall back on the tag team division with Ken.
Just the mention of Ken, the crowd started cheering once again. With a small chuckle, ignoring the ignorant people, he continued to speak.
Filled with piss and vinegar, you are going to walk down the ramp. You will get inside the ring to talk about dreams coming true and how I'm toxic for business. I have said it before and will say it again: this is my destiny. This is my ring, and if you even try, you won't like the outcome.
Taking a deep breath, his head snapped down, looking at the ring below him.
You could go after Mac Bane or Misery; at least then you would have a fighting chance. I told everyone from the start I would be a fighting champion, and I will deliver that exactly. Axel Shaw doesn't live in fear. Axel Shaw doesn't believe in fear. Axel Shaw makes people fear him.
The crowd, now tired of hearing him, is chanting, “ fuck you, Axel. “. The only reaction he gives them is a slight smirk.
So seeing how I have tonight off because none of you losers wanted to step inside my ring. I'm going to sit here. Maybe I'll order a pizza and watch the show. Ratings tonight might go down the toilet, but that's what management booked. Maybe I'll get the needy little concession kid to run me up a beer.
Pausing for a moment to laugh.
So go ahead and enjoy the rest of this scheduled program. Go ahead and enjoy wrestlers shaking hands and hugging. Go ahead and enjoy the softest show AAW will ever produce. Once I get back in that ring, we can talk about action once again.
Match One
Standard Singles Match
John Blade vs Nicky Douché
Ray Carter:We’re kicking off AAW Friday Night Impact with two competitors who were part of the chaotic Champions Conquest match last week, John Blade and Nicky Douché.
Jay Walker: Both these men came up short in that match, Ray, but tonight, they have a chance to reset and prove they belong in the hunt for AAW gold!"
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the match starts with John Blade and Nicky Douché sizing each other up. The two men lock up in a test of strength. John Blade uses his power to push Nicky into the ropes, but Nicky, ever the technician, quickly transitions into a headlock, wrenching down on Blade’s neck. Blade shoves him into the ropes, and they collide in the center of the ring with a shoulder block that neither man wins.
Ray Carter: That’s the power of John Blade. It takes more than that to knock him down!
Nicky smirks, pacing around before running off the ropes, looking for momentum. But as he charges, Blade surprises him with a running leaping shoulder block, finally taking Douché down. Blade gets the crowd fired up, lifting Nicky to his feet and planting him with a powerful sitout hip toss.
Jay Walker: And just like that, John Blade is in control!
Blade stalks Nicky, picking him up and tossing him into the corner. He charges in with a massive clothesline, stunning Nicky, and follows it up by hoisting him up for a half nelson slam, slamming him hard into the mat. The crowd cheers as Blade goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Nicky!
Ray Carter: Nicky Douché isn’t going down that easy! That’s why this guy was in the Champions Conquest match.
Nicky rolls out to catch his breath, but Blade follows him to the outside. Nicky, thinking quickly, kicks Blade in the gut and hits a roaring elbow out of nowhere, stunning the powerhouse. Douché quickly slides back into the ring and leaps onto the top rope, diving off with a double stomp, crushing Blade’s chest on the outside!
Jay Walker: What a high-risk move by Nicky Douché! He’s pulling out all the stops tonight.
The referee begins counting as both men struggle to get back in the ring. Nicky, seeing an opportunity, rolls Blade inside and hooks the leg for a quick cover.
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Blade powers out!
Nicky keeps the pressure on with a Fujiwara armbar, working to weaken Blade’s arm and keep him grounded. Blade, however, refuses to stay down, slowly fighting out of the hold with the crowd rallying behind him. Blade eventually makes it to the ropes, forcing a break. As Nicky argues with the referee, Blade shakes off the pain, and when Nicky turns back, Blade explodes with a Lou Thesz Press, driving Nicky into the mat with a flurry of punches, The pace quickens as Blade begins to build momentum. He pulls Nicky up and plants him with a one-handed bulldog. Blade then climbs the ropes, positioning himself for his signature diving leg drop.Nicky moves at the last second! Blade crashes to the mat as Nicky dodges the impact, rolling away and using the ropes to pull himself up. With Blade on the mat, Nicky capitalizes with a vicious front dropkick, driving Blade into the corner. Nicky goes for a high-impact move, climbing the top rope for a frog splash but Blade rolls out of the way!
Ray Carter: These two are throwing everything at each other, but neither man is backing down!
The match has now turned into a brutal back-and-forth. Both men slowly get back to their feet, trading heavy blows in the middle of the ring. Blade’s power meets Nicky’s technical precision, creating a heated contest where neither man can maintain the upper hand for long.
Jay Walker: You can feel the tension building in this match! Both these men need a win tonight!
The match continues with Blade and Nicky exchanging counters, and the crowd is on its feet, anticipating what might come next. Both competitors are clearly wearing down, but neither is willing to give up just yet.
Ray Carter: This one’s anyone’s game now! Who’s gonna break first?
Jay Walker: We might not be far from finding out, Ray!
John Blade takes control, shaking off the previous attacks and lifting Nicky for a **half nelson slam, The crowd is firmly behind Blade as he powers up, delivering a series of clubbing blows to Nicky's back. Blade then whips Nicky into the ropes and catches him with a powerful running leaping shoulder block, sending Douché crashing to the mat. Blade continues his assault, pulling Nicky to his feet and hitting him with a series of quick punches before hoisting him up for another devastating sitout hip toss. Nicky crashes hard into the canvas, arching his back in pain as Blade quickly follows up with a running one-handed bulldog, driving Nicky’s face into the mat. John Blade signals to the crowd, getting them hyped as he sets up for his signature Five Knuckle Shuffle. He runs to the ropes, rebounds off, and drops the fist right across Nicky’s forehead. Blade goes for the cover.
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Nicky kicks out!
Blade pulls Nicky to his feet, looking to keep the pressure on, but as the referee’s view is slightly obstructed, Nicky rakes Blade’s eyes with a dirty poke! Blade stumbles backward, temporarily blinded, and the crowd boos loudly as Nicky smirks and seizes the opportunity.
Ray Carter: Come on! Nicky Douché just poked John Blade in the eyes!
Jay Walker: Classic Nicky move! He’ll take any shortcut he can to stay in the fight!
With Blade disoriented, Nicky Douché unloads with a brutal roaring elbow to Blade’s jaw, staggering him back into the corner. Nicky follows up with a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, knocking the wind out of Blade as he leans against the turnbuckles, Nicky backs up smirking at the crowd, before charging in and hitting a hard front dropkick to Blade’s chest. Blade crumples to the mat as Nicky climbs to the second rope and taunts the fans, who rain down boos. He leaps off with a diving double stomp, driving his boots into Blade’s midsection.Nicky covers, hooking the leg.
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Kickout by Blade!
Ray Carter: Nicky’s turning the tide now after that cheap shot, and he’s taking full advantage.
Jay Walker: He’s got Blade where he wants him. This is Nicky’s style, breaking the rules and making sure he stays in control.
Nicky Douché pulls Blade up and hits him with a perfectly executed snap suplex before rolling through and transitioning into a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching on Blade’s arm to weaken the powerhouse further. Blade grimaces in pain but refuses to tap, clawing toward the ropes.
Ray Carter: Nicky’s working on Blade’s arm again, trying to take away his power!
Jay Walker: This is smart. He’s softening Blade up for later in the match.
The crowd starts to clap and cheer for Blade, willing him to break free. After a tense few moments, Blade manages to drag himself to the ropes, forcing Nicky to break the hold. Nicky Douché, however, isn’t done. He stomps away at Blade, keeping him grounded as the referee warns him to back off. Nicky pulls Blade up once more and tries to lift him for a brainbuster, but Blade blocks it! Blade tries to muster some strength, but Nicky nails him with a stiff elbow to the back of the head, staggering him. Nicky pulls Blade back in and plants him with a snap DDT spiking Blade's head into the canvas. Nicky begins to get cocky, taunting Blade as he struggles to his feet. He hits a series of quick forearm shots to the face, driving Blade back toward the ropes. Nicky then whips Blade across the ring and goes for a *front dropkick, but Blade hangs onto the ropes, causing Nicky to crash and burn on the mat!
Jay Walker: There’s the opening! John Blade needs to capitalize now!
Ray Carter: Nicky went for the dropkick, but Blade had it scouted. Can Blade turn things around and get back in this match?
John Blade, sensing an opportunity after Nicky’s missed dropkick, pulls himself up using the ropes. The crowd begins to rally behind him as Blade slowly regains his composure. He charges toward Nicky, who’s still on the mat, and hits a hard running leaping shoulder block, knocking Nicky down.
Ray Carter: John Blade is still in this! He’s trying to get that momentum back!
Jay Walker: Blade’s showing his toughness right now, but Nicky’s got tricks up his sleeve.
Blade’s energy begins to build, and he picks up the pace. He waits for Nicky to stand, then delivers a powerful sitout hip toss that sends Douché crashing into the canvas again. Blade points to the corner and climbs to the second rope, looking to land a big diving leg drop. Blade leaps, but Nicky rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Blade to crash into the mat. Nicky gets to his feet, shaking off the impact as he realizes he has an opening. His expression changes, growing more vicious as he starts to target Blade with a series of brutal kicks to the ribs and midsection, each strike more aggressive than the last.
Ray Carter: Oh, come on! Nicky’s getting downright vicious now!
Jay Walker: This is Nicky Douché at his meanest. He smells blood in the water!
Nicky stomps away at Blade, focusing on his ribs and arms, trying to wear him down further. He pulls Blade up by his arm and wrenches it, delivering a sharp Fujiwara armbar takedown before quickly transitioning into a mounted position, raining down stiff punches and elbows to Blade’s face and chest.The referee steps in to warn Nicky about the closed fists, but Nicky ignores him, shoving the referee away as he continues his assault on Blade. Nicky lifts Blade up and nails him with a vicious brainbuster planting him hard in the center of the ring. The crowd boos Nicky’s antics, but he just smirks and turns back to Blade, his expression growing even more cold and calculated. Nicky pulls Blade to his feet backing him into the corner. He hits a flurry of rapid-fire chops and forearm strikes the sound echoing through the arena. With Blade slumped in the corner, Nicky backs up and charges in with a running front dropkick knocking the wind out of Blade as he collapses to the mat.
Ray Carter: This is hard to watch! Nicky Douché is like a man possessed!
Jay Walker: John Blade is tough, but Nicky’s being ruthless. He’s pulling out every nasty trick he can think of.
Nicky senses the end is near. He pulls Blade up by his hair and drags him toward the ropes, positioning him near the corner. Nicky gives a quick, mocking glance to the crowd before grabbing Blade by the head and setting him up for his devastating finisher. Nicky Douché hooks Blade’s arms and drapes him over the second rope. With a wicked grin, Nicky lifts Blade up and spikes him head-first with the Market Crasher, his rope-assisted piledriver! Blade’s head crashes hard into the mat , and the crowd gasps at the impact. Nicky quickly covers, hooking the leg.
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3!
*BELL RINGS*
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner… Nicky Douché!
Nicky Douché stands tall over the fallen John Blade, smirking as the referee raises his hand in victory. The crowd boos loudly, but Nicky basks in the hatred, feeding off the negative energy.
Ray Carter: Nicky Douché just put John Blade away with that Market Crasher! That was one of the most vicious piledrivers I’ve seen!
Jay Walker: Love him or hate him, you can’t deny Nicky’s skill. He took every shortcut, played dirty, and in the end, it worked.
Nicky Douché exits the ring, still smirking as he mocks the crowd on his way up the ramp. John Blade lies in the ring, slowly coming to after the devastating piledriver, with the referee checking on him.
Ray Carter: You have to feel for John Blade. He put up a fight, but Nicky just went to that dark place and did whatever it took to get the win."
Jay Walker: We’ll see if Blade can bounce back from this, but tonight, it’s all about Nicky Douché walking out victorious.
The camera cuts backstage leaving the ring as the next segment begins.
SEGMENT
Scene opens in Shaun Hart's office, where he is lounging in his chair, phone to his ear, talking in his signature confident tone.
Shaun Hart: (into the phone) Yeah, Netflix, trust me. AAW is where the action's at. Picture it: the hottest stars, the most insane matches, and the kind of drama that keeps people binge-watching for hours. We're talking 'number one trending' within a week, guaranteed.
There's a knock on the door, but Shaun doesn’t pay much attention, gesturing casually while still on the phone.
Shaun Hart: (waving) "Yeah, come in, come in.
Nothing happens. Shaun glances at the door, still holding the phone.
Shaun Hart: Hang on, Netflix." (raises voice) "I said come in!
After a pause, Shaun hears a small voice from below.
Jack Taylor: Uh, down here.
Shaun blinks, looks around confused for a moment, then finally spots Jack Taylor standing barely past the threshold of the office. Shaun glances down, then does a double take, eyes wide.
Shaun Hart: (into the phone) "I'll call you back.
He hangs up and leans forward over his desk, peering at Jack.
Shaun Hart: Are you...lost, kid? The concession stand’s down the hall.
Jack Taylor: (grinning) "Nah, I’m right where I need to be. I’m Jack Taylor The Underdog. I’ve been wrestling on the indie circuit, and I think AAW needs a guy like me.
Shaun stares for a moment, then laughs.
Shaun Hart: You want a contract? Kid, no offense, but this isn't a high school talent show.
Jack crosses his arms, looking up at Shaun without losing his grin.
Jack Taylor: That why I’ve got two championships back home? And not because people hand them to me—because I fight for them. What, you worried a guy my size might upstage your roster?
Shaun raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
Shaun Hart: Upstage? Buddy, we’ve got guys twice your size who—
Jack Taylor: (cutting him off) Yeah, and those are the ones who usually end up eating canvas when I’m in the ring.
Shaun chuckles again, but Jack's confidence catches him off guard.
Shaun Hart: You know, I like your attitude. You got guts, kid. But this isn't a charity. Why should I sign you?
Jack steps forward, confidently leaning on the desk.
Jack Taylor: Because AAW needs an underdog, someone the fans can get behind. A guy who doesn’t care about the odds, who walks in every match knowing he's underestimated, and still comes out swinging. You want to make headlines? Give me a shot.
Shaun rubs his chin, clearly amused but also interested.
Shaun Hart: You’ve got some nerve, Taylor, I’ll give you that. You sure you’re not just going to end up a chew toy for the big dogs around here?"
Jack Taylor: I’ll let my moves speak for themselves. Trust me, when I’m done, people will know who Jack Taylor is.
Shaun leans back in his chair, a smirk spreading across his face.
Shaun Hart: You know what? Fine. I like a little chaos. You’ve got yourself a contract, Underdog but don’t think for a second I’m going easy on you.
Jack’s grin widens.
Jack Taylor: Wouldn’t have it any other way.
As Jack turns to leave, Shaun picks the phone back up, dialing.
Shaun Hart: (into the phone) "Yeah, Netflix? I think we’ve got something even bigger to talk about now...
Scene fades as Shaun watches Jack walk out with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Match Two
Standard Singles Match
Salvatore Impasato vs Noah "The Nomad" Stroud
The crowd buzzes with excitement as the camera pans to the ring where two imposing figures stand ready for battle. The powerhouse brawlers, Salvatore Impasato and Noah “The Nomad” Stroud, lock eyes, each looking to prove themselves in their AAW debut.
Ray Carter: This is going to be a real test of strength, folks. Two powerhouse brawlers making their debut here in AAW tonight. Salvatore Impasato and Noah Stroud – both looking to set the tone for what their careers will be in this company.
Jay Walker: And what better place to do it than right here in Los Angeles? Crypto.com Arena is packed tonight, and these two are about to give the crowd one heck of a show. Everyone’s wondering where they'll fit in the AAW pecking order.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the two giants march to the center of the ring, neither backing down. They immediately go into a test of strength, their hands interlocked as they each try to overpower the other.
Ray Carter: This is what we expected! A good old-fashioned test of strength right out of the gate!
The crowd cheers as Salvatore starts to gain the upper hand, pushing Noah back a few steps, but Noah, gritting his teeth, fires back, evening the contest. For a moment, they’re at a stalemate, both men straining to gain control. Eventually, Salvatore breaks free with a powerful knee to Noah’s midsection. Salvatore quickly follows up with a headbutt, the impact echoing through the arena. He grabs Noah for a suplex, lifting him high into the air before crashing him down with authority. Salvatore wastes no time and pulls Noah to his feet again, delivering a thunderous German Suplex , folding him up like an accordion. Salvatore grabs Noah for another move, but Noah blocks it, slamming a hard forearm strike to Salvatore’s jaw. The momentum shifts as Noah begins firing off a flurry of forearms and elbows, backing Salvatore into the corner. With Salvatore dazed, Noah charges in with a brutal clothesline, rocking his opponent.
Jay Walker: There’s the fire from ‘The Nomad’! That clothesline nearly took Salvatore’s head off!
Noah quickly pulls Salvatore out of the corner and drives him to the mat with a DDT, planting him hard. The crowd is starting to get behind Noah as he climbs to the second rope, eyeing Salvatore on the canvas. He leaps off and drives his elbow into Salvatore’s chest with a powerful second-rope elbow drop. Noah gets up, shaking the cobwebs from earlier, and waits for Salvatore to rise. As Salvatore groggily stands, Noah charges for a spear, but Salvatore sidesteps at the last second, causing Noah to crash shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. Salvatore capitalizes quickly, hooking Noah's arms and driving him into the mat with a brutal Powerslam. The ring rattles from the impact.
Jay Walker: Wow! What a counter by Salvatore! That powerslam could’ve knocked Noah out!
But the battle rages on. Salvatore pulls Noah up again, looking to end things with a Chokeslam, but Noah fights out of it, delivering stiff body kicks to Salvatore’s ribs. Noah grabs Salvatore’s arm, spins him around, and nails him with a devastating Running Lariat that sends Salvatore crashing to the mat. Both men are slow to get to their feet, clearly feeling the effects of this intense, hard-hitting contest. The crowd is buzzing, fully invested in the battle unfolding before them. They exchange a few stiff strikes in the center of the ring once more, their faces filled with determination, neither willing to back down. Just as Noah swings for another forearm strike, Salvatore catches him by the throat, looking to finally land that chokeslam. But Noah kicks Salvatore in the gut, breaking his grip, and both men stand, breathing heavily, staring each other down as the crowd cheers for more.
Jay Walker: You can feel the energy building, Ray. These two aren't done yet, but the question is, who will strike next?
With both men standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, the tension builds to a boiling point. Salvatore strikes first, delivering a thunderous right hand that staggers Noah, but "The Nomad" fires right back with a vicious elbow strike to Salvatore’s jaw. The back-and-forth exchange of heavy strikes whips the crowd into a frenzy as they lay into each other without restraint. Salvatore catches one of Noah’s forearm strikes and counters with a brutal atomic drop, sending Noah stumbling backward in pain. Salvatore follows up with a running Lariat, knocking Noah through the ropes and out of the ring. Salvatore wastes no time sliding outside to pursue him, and the fight spills to the floor. As Salvatore approaches, Noah, still winded from the atomic drop, catches him off guard with a quick knee strike to the gut. Noah grabs Salvatore by the head and slams him face-first into the steel barricade, causing the crowd in the front row to jump back from the impact. Noah steps back, then charges forward, looking to spear Salvatore into the barricade. But Salvatore reacts just in time, moving out of the way, and Noah crashes shoulder-first into the steel! The thud of his body colliding with the barricade echoes through the arena.
Ray Carter: Oh! Noah went headfirst into that barricade! He might’ve separated his shoulder!
Salvatore sees an opportunity and capitalizes, grabbing Noah by the back of his head and hurling him into the steel steps. The impact sends the top half of the steps flying, and Noah crumples to the floor.
Jay Walker: Salvatore just rag-dolled Noah into those steps! He’s looking to break him down piece by piece!
Salvatore rolls Noah back into the ring, taking a moment to catch his breath before following. Noah, though battered, pushes himself to his feet, refusing to stay down. As Salvatore steps back into the ring, Noah meets him with a flurry of stiff body kicks, his strikes sharp and desperate, each one landing with precision. Salvatore grabs Noah's leg on one of the kicks, but Noah quickly spins around, catching Salvatore off-guard with a spinning elbow strike to the temple, sending him stumbling into the corner. With Salvatore dazed in the corner, Noah backs up and sprints forward, driving his knee into Salvatore’s midsection with a devastating knee strike. Salvatore doubles over in pain as Noah climbs the second rope above him, raining down punches as the crowd counts along.
Crowd: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7…
Before Noah can finish, Salvatore powers out, grabbing Noah around the waist and stepping out of the corner. With a roar, he delivers a massive powerbomb, slamming Noah into the mat with brute force. Both men are down, the match having taken its toll. The crowd is chanting for more as Salvatore slowly gets to his feet first. He picks up Noah and throws him against the ropes, looking for a chokeslam as he rebounds, but Noah ducks underneath and bounces off the opposite ropes, coming back at full speed and driving his shoulder into Salvatore with a powerful spear! The impact sends both men crashing to the mat, and the crowd explodes with excitement. Noah, feeling the momentum shift in his favor, gets back to his feet and motions to the crowd, signaling for the end. He lifts Salvatore, positioning him for another DDT, but Salvatore fights back with wild strikes to Noah’s ribs. He breaks free and catches Noah with a stiff backbreaker that nearly bends him in half. Salvatore, exhausted but determined, pulls Noah up and positions him for a chokeslam once again. This time, he lifts Noah high into the air and slams him down hard, shaking the ring with the impact.
lJay Walker: Chokeslam! Salvatore might’ve just sealed the deal with that one!
Salvatore drops to his knees, taking a moment to catch his breath, but the look of determination on Noah's face shows that he’s far from done. Both men struggle to get to their feet, neither one willing to give in as the crowd chants for more.
Ray Carter: What a debut for both of these men! They’ve pushed each other to the limit!
Jay Walker: They’re throwing everything at each other! These guys are making sure everyone in AAW knows their names tonight!
The war continues as both men slowly rise to their feet, battered and bruised, yet still hungry for victory. Salvatore is the first to strike, catching Noah with a quick boot to the gut, but when he tries to follow up with a powerbomb, Noah blocks it with a back body drop, sending Salvatore crashing hard onto the mat. Noah, breathing heavily, knows this is his moment. He circles Salvatore, waiting for him to rise. The crowd is behind him as Salvatore stumbles to his feet, still reeling from the punishment. Noah grabs him by the arm, sending him into the ropes and catching him with a brutal running lariat on the rebound, sending Salvatore spinning to the mat. But Noah isn’t done yet. He pulls Salvatore up once again and lifts him into the air, positioning him across his shoulders for his finishing move, *The Silencer* (F-5). The fans rise to their feet in anticipation.
Jay Walker:Noah’s going for it! He’s got Salvatore in position for The Silencer!!!!
With a roar, Noah spins Salvatore around and drives him face-first into the mat with a devastating F-5 , shaking the entire ring! Salvatore lays motionless as Noah drops to his knees, covering him for the pin.
Ray Carter: There it is! The Silencer! It’s over!
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!!!
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings as the crowd erupts in cheers. Noah "The Nomad" Stroud slowly gets to his feet, exhausted but victorious. The referee raises his hand, and Jazmine Sparks steps into the ring with the microphone.
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner... Noah 'The Nomad' Stroud!
The fans cheer as Noah stands tall, his arm raised in victory. Salvatore rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, clearly hurt but still nodding in respect toward his opponent as he walks up the ramp.
Ray Carter: What a match! Noah 'The Nomad' Stroud wins in his AAW debut with *The Silencer!
Jay Walker: These two tore the house down tonight! Both men put on a hell of a performance, but it was Noah who came out on top in the end!
Ray Carter: What a way to make a statement here in AAW. If tonight was any indication, 'The Nomad' is going to be a force to be reckoned with.
Noah stands on the turnbuckle, soaking in the applause from the fans, knowing he just made a big impact in his first match with AAW.
Jay Walker: If this is what we can expect from Noah Stroud going forward, then the rest of the AAW roster better be on notice!
Ray Carter: What a win, what a debut! The future is looking bright for 'The Nomad'!
SEGMENT
March Three
Standard Singles Match
Tracy Cage vs Anthony King
The lights in the Crypto.com Arena dim down, and the crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Jazmine Sparks steps into the center of the ring, microphone in hand.
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a standard singles match, set for one fall!
The opening beats of "Welcome 2 Detroit" by Trick Trick ft. Eminem hit the speakers, and the arena rumbles as Anthony King's entrance begins. The crowd, mixed with cheers and boos, rises to their feet.
Jazmine Sparks: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 235 pounds, ANTHONYYYYY KING!
As the beat drops, Anthony King emerges on stage with a cold, focused stare. The lights flash in sync with the music as he surveys the arena, taking in the electric atmosphere. He shakes a few hands with some fans but then curses at others, drawing a chorus of boos. King brushes it off with a smirk as he strides down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He shakes the ropes violently, then leans on them, talking trash to the fans while waiting for his opponent.
Jay Walker: Here he is! Anthony King, fresh off his controversial loss in the Champions Conquest match where he screwed Nicky out of his moment! But tonight, he's got to focus on his own redemption!
Ray Carter: Yeah, this is King’s first match back since that mess. He’s cold, calculating, and he’s got a chip on his shoulder. He wants to get back in the title picture, no doubt about it.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim once more, and the iconic beats of Madonna’s "Vogue" echo through the arena. The crowd erupts, knowing this is going to be something spectacular.
Jazmine Sparks: And his opponent, making her debut here in AAW, from Hollywood,, California, weighing in at 140 pounds, TRACYYYYY CAGE!"*
A golden staircase descends onto the stage, draped in red velvet carpets, with sparkling chandeliers hanging overhead. Photographers rush to the base of the staircase, snapping photos with vintage cameras. The crowd is in awe as the stage transforms into a glamorous Hollywood red-carpet event.
Madonna herself appears at the top of the staircase, singing "Vogue" live as Tracy Cage emerges, sitting on a rotating golden throne. She dramatically removes her oversized sunglasses, tossing them into the crowd. Draped in a sparkling robe, Tracy begins her descent down the staircase, posing at each step as photographers capture every moment.
Jay Walker: Whoa! Look at this entrance! Tracy Cage is making a statement with this over-the-top Hollywood style! You’d think this was the Oscars!
Ray Carter: This is her debut match, and she’s already showing the world she’s got star power. But let’s see if her in-ring skills match the spectacle.
Tracy finally reaches the ring, flanked by her entourage of dancers and photographers. As she steps into the ring, confetti cannons explode, showering the arena in gold and silver. She strikes one last pose in the center of the ring as the music fades, and the crowd is on their feet, buzzing with excitement.
Jay Walker: This is a debut like none other, but now the real test begins. Can Tracy Cage back up all this flash with her wrestling ability?"*
Ray Carter: "We’re about to find out. She’s up against Anthony King, who is not an easy opponent for anyone, let alone a debuting star.
The referee checks both competitors, and the bell rings to signal the start of the match.
*BELL RINGS*
The two competitors circle each other, sizing each other up as the crowd settles in for what’s sure to be an intense match. They lock up in the center of the ring, with Anthony King using his size and power to gain the upper hand, pushing Tracy into the corner. Tracy slips out of the corner and counters with a quick arm drag, catching Anthony off guard. She follows up with a dropkick, sending King stumbling into the ropes.
Anthony shakes it off and charges at Tracy, but she ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits him with a snapmare. With King seated on the mat, Tracy bounces off the ropes and nails him with a running bulldog! King gets back to his feet, clearly annoyed. He fires off a series of hard chops to Tracy’s chest, followed by a big boot that knocks her off her feet.
Jay Walker: Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark. Anthony King with a vicious boot!
King goes on the offensive, delivering a belly-to-belly suplex that sends Tracy crashing to the mat. He drags her up by the hair, tossing her into the corner with authority.
Ray Carter: Now King’s in control, and this is where he can get dangerous.
King delivers a stiff elbow smash in the corner, followed by a turnbuckle clothesline. He hoists Tracy up onto the top turnbuckle, looking for a superplex! But Tracy fights back, landing several forearms to King’s head. She shoves him off the turnbuckle, sending him crashing to the mat! Tracy takes a moment to catch her breath before leaping off with a flying elbow drop! She lands it perfectly, and the crowd pops. Both competitors slowly get to their feet, the crowd on the edge of their seats as the action intensifies. Tracy rakes Anthony’s eyes behind the referee’s back and hits a neckbreaker, gaining the upper hand once more.
Jay Walker: There it is! Tracy Cage showing she’s not above bending the rules. She’s playing dirty!
Ray Carter : She’ll do whatever it takes to win, and you’ve got to respect that mindset, especially against a guy like King!
The match continues, both competitors going back and forth with high-intensity moves, neither willing to give an inch. The crowd is fully invested, cheering and booing as the action escalates. The referee tries to separate the two as the tension builds, leaving fans on the edge of their seats, knowing the match is far from over.*
Jay Walker: We’ve got a heated battle here! This match could go either way, but no one’s backing down tonight!
Ray Carter: No doubt about it. Tracy Cage’s debut and Anthony King’s redemption there’s a lot on the line!
The atmosphere in the Crypto.com Arena is electric as the match between Tracy Cage and Anthony King continues to escalate. The crowd is fully invested, with cheers and boos ringing throughout the venue as the action intensifies. Both competitors are now back on their feet, breathing heavily but determined. Tracy fires off a series of sharp kicks to Anthony’s midsection, each one echoing through the arena. King stumbles back, trying to catch his breath as Tracy follows up with a snapmare, flipping him over onto his back. As Anthony gets back up, Tracy hits him with a stunning running elbow smash that sends him crashing back to the canvas. Not missing a beat, she transitions into a quick arm drag, yanking him down again. The crowd roars as she keeps the pressure on, dragging King back to his feet for a suplex! Tracy, feeling the adrenaline, ascends to the top rope, positioning herself for a high-risk maneuver. The crowd is on their feet as she looks down at Anthony, who is just starting to stir. With a deep breath, she launches into a beautiful shooting star press, but Anthony rolls out of the way at the last second!
Jay Walker: Oh! She went for broke, but King dodged it!
Tracy crashes hard onto the mat, and Anthony quickly capitalizes, springing back to his feet. He grabs Tracy by the hair and pulls her up, landing a series of heavy forearm strikes that echo through the arena. With Tracy dazed, he hoists her onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry, but Tracy manages to wriggle free, landing behind him and delivering a fierce dropkick that sends him sprawling into the corner! As King stumbles out of the corner, Tracy nails him with a vicious neckbreaker, the impact sending shockwaves through the crowd. She quickly transitions into a pin, but King kicks out at two, refusing to go down that easily. Tracy, undeterred, gets back to her feet and delivers a running body slam, slamming him back down to the mat.
Jay Walker: Cage is not letting up! She’s like a whirlwind of energy!
Tracy drags Anthony to the center of the ring, setting him up for her signature move. She lifts him for a backbreaker, but King fights back with a sudden elbow strike to her head, breaking free. He spins around and catches her with a strong knife-edge chop, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out as Tracy clutches her chest. Anthony seizes the moment, unleashing a series of brutal clotheslines that send Tracy crashing to the canvas repeatedly. He leans down, delivering a sharp back knuckle, sending her reeling into the ropes. As she bounces back, he catches her in a belly-to-belly suplex that shakes the ring! King, now in control, stalks Tracy as she struggles to get back to her feet. He lands a strong belly-to-belly overhead throw, launching her across the ring. The crowd gasps, and Anthony revels in the moment, pacing around the ring with a sinister smirk.
Ray Carter: He’s looking to end this now! King is in complete control!
Tracy fights her way back up, but King meets her with a quick reversal, grabbing her by the waist for a German suplex. The impact is thunderous as she lands hard, but somehow, she rolls through, flipping back to her feet. The crowd is on their feet, cheering her resilience! With the crowd roaring, Tracy bounces off the ropes, building momentum. She dives at King with a flying forearm smash that catches him off guard, staggering him. Not giving him a moment to recover, she follows up with a Russian leg sweep, bringing him crashing down to the mat once again.
Ray Carter What a sequence! Tracy’s finding her second wind!
With King down, Tracy climbs to the top rope again, this time more calculated. As she stands tall, the crowd buzzes with anticipation. She points to the crowd, then leaps off for a stunning moonsault! But at the last moment, King rolls out of the way again, and Tracy crashes hard onto the mat! Anthony seizes the opportunity, quickly grabbing Tracy and dragging her back to her feet. He delivers a vicious backbreaker that doubles her over in pain. King, sensing victory, lifts her again for a T-bone suplex, slamming her to the mat with authority!
Ray Carter: What a move! Tracy is in serious trouble now!
King, fueled by the crowd’s reaction, stands over her, taunting the audience. He sets up for a powerful DDT, but Tracy shows incredible resilience, using her strength to shove him away at the last second. She rolls backward and springs back up, delivering a lightning-fast enzuigiri that connects flush with King’s head! Both wrestlers lie on the mat, exhausted, but the crowd roars with excitement. Slowly, they begin to rise, trading strikes in the center of the ring. Tracy lands a forearm smash, but King responds with a brutal back chop that echoes throughout the arena. Tracy counters with a monkey flip, sending King over her shoulder. As he lands on his feet, she transitions into a quick snap DDT, driving him into the mat once more! The referee checks on both competitors, and the energy in the arena is palpable. Tracy, sensing her chance, climbs to the top rope again. The crowd erupts as she prepares for another high-risk maneuver. As she steadies herself, Anthony rises and catches her off guard. He grabs her and attempts to toss her off the top rope, but she holds on, delivering a series of punches to his head, finally breaking free. With a surge of energy, she dives off for a flying body splash! But King catches her mid-air and counters with a powerful spinebuster, shaking the ring!*
Ray Carter: What a counter! Anthony King just caught her in mid-air!
As both competitors slowly rise, Tracy Cage regains her footing first. With the adrenaline pumping, she channels her inner champion, shaking off the pain and locking eyes with Anthony King. The crowd senses the shift in momentum and erupts in anticipation. With a renewed sense of energy, Tracy charges at King, catching him off guard with a swift kick to the midsection. She follows up with a series of rapid-fire punches, driving him back into the corner. The crowd is roaring, rallying behind her as she lands a brutal forearm strike, leaving King reeling. Tracy takes a step back, allowing King to stumble out of the corner. As he turns to face her, she strikes a pose, channeling her inner superstar with flair and confidence. The audience goes wild, sensing the end is near.
Jay Walker: She’s setting him up! The crowd knows what’s coming!
With King dazed, Tracy positions herself perfectly and, with a quick pivot, delivers a picture-perfect Sweet Chin Music superkick straight to his jaw! The impact is thunderous, and King collapses to the mat like a rag doll, completely knocked out!
Ray Carter: Box Office Smash! That’s it! It’s over!
Tracy stands over Anthony, striking a dramatic pose as the referee drops down to make the count.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Tracy Cage’s music plays throughout the arena!
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner, TRACY CAGE!
Tracy, now on her knees, basks in the adulation, soaking in the moment. She raises her arms high, a victorious smile spreading across her face as confetti begins to fall from the rafters. The lights shimmer off her glittering outfit as she acknowledges the fans, her journey validated in this hard-fought battle. As she exits the ring, Tracy continues to celebrate, high-fiving fans and reveling in the glory of her hard-earned victory.
As Tracy Cage exits the ring, still riding the wave of her impressive victory, the atmosphere in the Crypto.com Arena suddenly shifts. The lights dim, and the unmistakable entrance music of Nicky Douché blares through the speakers, drawing a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd.
Jay Walker: Uh-oh, here comes Nicky Douché! We know he’s not one to shy away from making a statement!
Nicky Douché strides confidently down the ramp, flanked by his right-hand man, Avery Bitterman, who looks ready for a fight. Dressed sharply in designer clothes, Nicky exudes arrogance, his smirk promising chaos as they approach the ring.
Ray Carter: Nicky’s got a score to settle with Anthony King after the way things went down in the Championship Conquest match.
They slide into the ring as Anthony King begins to regain his composure, still sprawled out on the mat after the brutal match against Tracy. Before Anthony can fully recover, Avery grabs him by the hair, yanking him to his feet while Nicky circles like a predator.
Nicky Douché: Look who’s still breathing! You thought you could embarrass me and walk away unscathed? You’ve got another thing coming!
Avery holds Anthony in a tight grip, restraining him as Nicky unloads a series of vicious punches to Anthony’s midsection. Each blow echoes through the arena, and the crowd's reaction shifts to concern, realizing they’re witnessing an unprovoked attack.
Jay Walker "This is despicable! Anthony just had a tough match, and now Nicky’s taking advantage of him!
With Anthony gasping for air, Nicky steps back, grinning at the pain he’s causing. He leans in closer, tauntingly whispering to Anthony.
Nicky Douché: You thought you could play the game? I’m the king around here, and you’re just a pawn. How does it feel to know you’re a failure?
As Nicky continues his verbal assault, he lands a sharp kick to Anthony's gut, sending him back to the mat. The crowd is split between boos and shouts of disapproval, urging Nicky to stop. Avery, still holding Anthony in place, glances around, enjoying the chaos.
Ray Carter: Somebody needs to put a stop to this before it gets worse!
Just as Nicky goes in for another punch, the sound of rushing footsteps fills the arena. Security personnel rush down the ramp, sliding into the ring to break up the attack. They quickly surround Nicky and Avery, forcing them to back off.
Jay Walker: Finally! Thank goodness for security! This has gone too far!
Nicky and Avery exchange glances, the smirks fading as they realize they’ve been cornered. With the situation escalating, Nicky shoves a security guard away, his temper flaring.
Nicky Douché: You think this is over? This is just the beginning!
As security pushes them towards the ropes, Nicky and Avery reluctantly exit the ring, still shouting insults at Anthony, who is now struggling to catch his breath on the mat. The arena erupts in a chorus of boos, directed at Nicky and his henchman as they backpedal up the ramp, satisfied with the mayhem they’ve caused. In the ring, medical staff rush to check on Anthony King, who is slowly trying to regain his composure, visibly shaken by the brutal attack. They examine him, checking for any serious injuries while the crowd watches, their cheers fading into murmurs of concern.
Ray Carter: This is not how we wanted to see the night end for Anthony King. He’s been through so much already!
As the medics attend to Anthony, the camera captures Nicky and Avery at the top of the ramp, still throwing insults back at the ring, reveling in the chaos they've left behind.
Jay Walker: Nicky Douché may have won this battle, but this war is far from over!
The show cuts to commercial, leaving the audience eager to see how Anthony will respond to this brutal assault.
Match Four
Tag Team Match
Carl Matthews and Karly Ward vs Ken Davison and Kyra Davison
Ray Carter: Welcome back to AAW Impact, folks! Up next, we've got a tag team match that promises to be something special. Ken Davison and his wife, Kyra Davison, have been making waves here in AAW.
Jay Walker: No kidding, Ray. Ken Davison’s already punched his ticket to the United States Championship match at our upcoming pay-per-view, and Kyra well, she’s in prime position to challenge for any title she wants. She’s got a big decision to make later tonight!
Ray Carter: On the other side, we have Carl Matthews and Karly Ward making their tag team debut tonight. Matthews, let’s be honest, seems to be Ward’s... errand boy?
Jay Walker: That’s putting it lightly. Karly’s the mastermind here, Ray, and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, as we’re about to see.
lyric’s I know a place Where the grass is really greener. As Lights Go Out Warm, wet, and wild with lyrics California girls, we're unforgettable As Plat form rising as back Turn arm in the As Karly Ward Takes Selfie as Karly rolls her eyes as she walks down to the ring nonchalantly
Jazmine Sparks: Mkaing her way to the ring, she weighs in at 136lbs, from Los Angeles, California, I give you The Social Influencer Karly Ward!!!!
as she get to ring side as fan go to take photo she block fan phone as she snickers.
The lights go down as the angelic sound of a choir begins singing. As the choir continues, a spotlight slowly comes on, revealing the silhouette of a man with his arms held out, forming a cross. The back outline of angel wings flanks him on both sides. The choir goes quiet as the lead vocals come in.
The house lights come up and the man known throughout the wrestling world as "Godly" Ken Davison stands center stage, taking in the reaction of the crowd. Just before the main verse of “Angel With A Shotgun” kicks in, Davison steps to the side, motioning towards the entrance way as his music is cut off and gives way to "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins wailing over the PA system as the 'Jawdropper' steps out from behind the curtain, clad in her trademarked orange cropped tank top, baggy grey sweatpants and skater shoes. She's got a playful grin on her lips as she stops at the top of the ramp and motions out to the cheering crowd as Ken nods at her. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels she's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp, slapping the fans hands with her free hand along the way.
Jazmine Sparks: From Baltimore, Maryland, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds - 'The Jawdropper' Kyran Davison and 'Godly' Ken Davison.. Baltimore Elite!!!
As the lyrics continue, Johnson slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet, moving into the nearest corner and jumping up onto the second turnbuckle. Ken stands protectively in front of her while she motions to the crowd once more as she pops open the whiskey bottle, toasting the crowd before taking a swig! The crowd continues cheering as she jumps down and seals the bottle, dropping it in that very same corner before she begins circling the ring, awaiting the match to begin. Ken, meanwhile, stands stoically, waiting for the match to begin.
JW: These two teams set for battle tonight on Impact!
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JW: What do we have here!?
RC: A rude interruption! That’s what!
Thaddeus Duke enters through Gorilla and stops on stage. From the ring, Ken Davison looks on.
JW: The Lionheart, Thaddeus Duke! Live here in Los Angeles!
RC: He’s not even scheduled to be here!
Thad's theme cuts out and the Lionheart paces the stage. He goes to speak, but cuts himself off. The man goes to speak a second time, but cuts himself off again which serves to rile up the crowd.
JW: Thaddeus Duke, a master of psychology!
RC: And these fans just eat him up, it's ridiculous! Just talk if you're gonna talk!
“Hi Ken…” he begins with a massive pop. “See I figured since you mentioned me on Twitter, without the ‘at’ bee tee dubs, that you wanted my attention. That you wanted me to acknowledge you. That you wanted me to know that you exist. That you wanted the validation that comes from my eyes on you.”
JW: Oh! He's coming to the ring!
RC: He does that at his own peril!
JW: Duke and Davison will battle soon as part of the United States championship tournament!
Thad stops near the ring. Davison looks to beg him in.
“Since you found the time to mention me, since it's me you're most worried about… and I agree, you should be… I felt it'd be disrespectful if I didn't show up here, or if I did a lame ass via satellite appearance.
“So yeah… I flew 3,000 miles just to see you.”
JW: New York City's favorite son!
RC: This is Los Angeles! No one gives a shit about New York City!
Thad climbs onto the apron. Davison looks ready for a fight.
“This is me acknowledging you oh Godly one… this is me telling you that yes, I know you exist. This is me giving you my validation that you so desperately sought, Ken.
“Our night is coming, Ken.”
Thad drops off the apron and starts to back up the ramp with a smile on his face.
“But not tonight.”
RC: Backing down is the smartest thing he's done!
JW: Backing down isn't what he's doing! He knows the game, he knows the business. It does neither of them any good to go at it right now. This is just a good old fashioned tease!
“3,000 miles just to see you, Ken… and I do see you.”
Thad ends with a wink and a smile, then disappears back stage.
*BELL RINGS*
Karly Ward starts off against Ken Davison, circling him slowly with a confident smirk. She immediately tries to get under Ken’s skin, going for an eye rake. Ken ducks under it, backing away as Karly feigns innocence.
Jay Walker: Karly's wasting no time trying to take a shortcut! But Ken’s too smart to fall for that.
Ken and Karly lock up, and Ken quickly overpowers her with a wristlock. Karly twists her body to escape, delivering a sharp kick to Ken's shin in the process. Karly grabs Ken by the face, stretching his cheeks with her fingers as the referee warns her. She laughs it off, walking Ken toward the ropes. As Ken leans against them, Karly drags his face along the top rope, delivering a rope burn that sends him reeling. Ken winces in pain but fights back with a quick snap suplex, grounding Karly momentarily. He tags in Kyra, and the crowd buzzes as Kyra leaps into action. Karly scrambles to her feet but is met with a stiff uppercut that knocks her back.
Ray Carter: Here comes Kyra! She’s explosive!
Kyra takes control, hitting Karly with a float-over DDT, planting her hard on the mat. Karly rolls to her corner and tags in Carl Matthews, who cautiously enters the ring, sizing up Kyra. Carl charges at Kyra, but she ducks under his clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes, hitting him with a running superkick that staggers him. Carl manages to stay on his feet and grabs Kyra in a bear hug, trying to slow her down. Kyra counters by raking Carl’s eyes, breaking free. She tags Ken back in, but Carl tags in Karly again before Ken can capitalize. Karly charges at Ken with a fury of forearms, but Ken absorbs the blows and counters with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, sending Karly crashing down.
Jay Walker: Ken is back in control, and Karly’s feeling the effects of that backbreaker!"
Ken lifts Karly up for a pendulum backbreaker, but she sneaks in a low blow, causing Ken to drop her. The referee misses the infraction, and Karly laughs as she catches her breath.
Ray Carter: A blatant low blow from Ward, and she gets away with it! That’s just wrong.
Ken stumbles backward, allowing Karly to hit him with a running forearm. She follows it up with a face stomp and then mounts Ken, raining down forearms while sitting on his back, trapping his arms. Ken fights back, using his strength to roll her off. As he gets to his feet, he delivers a devastating enziguri to Karly’s head, knocking her down. Ken tags Kyra back in, and Kyra quickly capitalizes, applying a crossface submission on Karly in the middle of the ring.
Ray Carter: Kyra’s got that crossface locked in! Karly might have no choice but to tap!
Carl Matthews rushes in to break the hold, stomping on Kyra’s back. Ken charges back into the ring and delivers a German suplex to Matthews, sending him crashing to the mat. Karly breaks free from the crossface and stumbles to her feet, immediately trying to sneak another low blow on Ken, but Kyra intercepts her with a backstabber, dropping her hard.
Ray Carter: This tag team match is still anyone’s game! Karly Ward’s been pulling out every trick she can to keep her team in the fight, but Ken and Kyra Davison are really starting to show off their teamwork.
Kyra Davison is still in the ring with Karly Ward, both competitors looking exhausted but determined. Kyra whips Karly into the corner, charging at her with a running dropkick. Karly ducks at the last second, causing Kyra to crash into the turnbuckle. Karly quickly capitalizes with a sneaky eye rake, and Kyra stumbles backward, blinded. Karly smirks and tags in Carl Matthews, who rushes in to take advantage of the situation. Matthews clubs Kyra with a forearm to the back of her head, bringing her down to one knee. He hooks her arm and sets up for a suplex, but Kyra twists out, landing on her feet behind him. Kyra quickly counters with a running hurricanrana, sending Matthews flying across the ring. She dives to her corner and tags in Ken Davison, who charges in with a burst of energy. Ken wastes no time, delivering a powerful German suplex to Matthews, who crashes hard to the mat. Matthews rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, but Ken isn’t giving him any time to recover. Ken hits the ropes, and Kyra instinctively tags herself in, joining her husband as they both sprint toward the opposite ropes.
Jay Walker: Look at this! Double dive incoming!”
Ken and Kyra leap through the ropes in perfect synchronization, hitting Matthews and Karly Ward with double suicide dives on the outside. The crowd erupts in cheers as all four competitors crash into the barricade.
Both Davisons get to their feet, feeding off the energy of the Los Angeles crowd. They high-five each other before pulling Matthews and Ward back into the ring. Kyra slides in after Karly, while Ken rolls Carl back under the bottom rope. Karly, dazed from the suicide dive, tries to surprise Kyra with a low blow, but Kyra anticipates it, catching her foot mid-air. Kyra throws Karly’s leg to the side and follows up with a devastating running superkick that levels her. Meanwhile, Ken sets Carl up in the corner, delivering several stiff uppercuts before hoisting him onto his shoulders. Kyra climbs to the top rope as Ken holds Matthews in position for a powerbomb.
Ray Carter: They’re setting up for something big here!”
With perfect timing, Ken drives Carl down with a massive powerbomb as Kyra launches herself from the top rope, connecting with a diving lungblower right as Carl hits the mat.
Jay Walker: That’s their finisher! Fall From Grace!”
Ken covers Carl as Kyra knocks Karly off the apron with a quick strike, ensuring there’s no interference.
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3!
Ray Carter: That’s it! Ken and Kyra Davison pick up the win with an incredible display of teamwork!
Jay Walker: What a match! Matthews and Ward did everything they could to steal this one, but the Davisons were just too sharp, too skilled, and too smart tonight.
Announcer Jazmine Sparks: Here are your winners… Ken and Kyra Davison!
Ray Carter: With this win, Ken and Kyra continue their impressive momentum in AAW. Ken’s got that U.S. Championship match to look forward to, and Kyra well, she can challenge for any championship she wants!
Jay Walker: I wouldn’t want to be holding any gold in AAW with her looming around! That’s for sure.
Ray Carter: Folks, don’t go anywhere! We’ve got more action coming your way tonight!
SEGMENT
The camera opens inside the sleek office of AAW General Manager Shaun Hart, where he is seated behind his desk, mid-conversation on the phone. The office is modern, with large glass windows showing a view of the city skyline. Shaun is dressed in his usual sharp suit, casually reclining in his chair.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and in steps the AAW Intercontinental Champion, Mac Bane. The presence of the rugged, battle-hardened champion instantly fills the room. Shaun notices Mac, his expression quickly changing as he tells the person on the phone, I'll call you back. Shaun stands, adjusting his suit and straightening his tie, his eyes locked on Mac with a smirk forming on his lips.
Shaun Hart: I’ve been expecting to see you, Mac. Let’s not beat around the bush; we both know how we feel about each other.”
Shaun takes a step forward, his voice filled with thinly veiled disdain.
Shaun Hart: I only kept it cordial with you last Impact because Tristian was here, but don’t get it twisted—I was not happy to see you become the Intercontinental Champion. The only bright spot is that you didn’t get your hands on the World Title.
He gives Mac a sarcastic smile.
Shaun Hart: So, how can I help you, cowboy?”
Shaun’s voice drips with sarcasm as he motions toward Mac to speak. Mac stands there, expression unreadable.
Mac Bane: Ya know, Hart, you’re a tiny man.
Mac said it in such a lighthearted way, that it makes you wonder if it was a threat or an observation.
Mac Bane: Since you brought it up, we both know that world title should be around mine or KJ’s waist right now. That will get settled sooner or later regardless of who holds that title. The real question is why I wasn’t booked to defend this title this week.
Mac holds up his newly won IC title and then allows its weight to carry his arm back down by his side.
Shaun gives a nonchalant facial expression.
Shaun Hart: Honestly…. I was hoping you would stay home in Texas and I wouldn't have to see you, but I see you've already disappointed me there, but have no fear because next Impact you'll defend that belt in the Main Event, and to give you a little extra motivation. If you happen to survive against who I pick, you'll find out who's waiting for you at the PPV.
Mac barks a laugh in response.
Mac Bane: I enjoy living up to expectations, my disappointing you is just a bonus. And survive? I’ve been dominating the landscape, no matter where I go. Maybe you’ll send Goliath like you used to in IIW? Been there, done that, and kicked his ass before. The bottom line, Hart, is that it won’t matter who you send. By now you should know that.
Shaun smirks amusingly.
Shaun Hart: Always so confident Mac, its of the few things I like about you, but will see if that confidence last after you see who's waiting for you in the Main Event next Impact, and then just maybe you'll regret being a fighting Champion.
Mac rolls his eyes in defiance and smirks openly.
Mac Bane: If you had my resume you would be too.
Mac Bane walks out of Shaun's office as the scene fades out.
Match Five
Triple Threat Match
Ace Sky vs “Spoiled” Summer Page vs Latoya Hixx
Ray Carter: Welcome back to AAW Impact, ladies and gentlemen, live from Los Angeles! Up next, we’ve got an exciting triple-threat match featuring two major debuts Ace Sky and 'Spoiled' Summer Page taking on the returning Latoya Hixx!
Jay Walker: The Crypto.com Arena is packed, and the energy is off the charts, Ray. I can’t wait to see what these three bring to the table tonight.
“S&M” by Rihanna begins to play throughout the arena]
The crowd erupts into cheers as "Spoiled" Summer Page struts out onto the stage. Dressed in glamorous all-white gear, she exudes confidence and charisma. Wearing her signature sunglasses, Summer raises her arms out wide, soaking in the adoration from the fans. She pauses for a moment at the top of the ramp, smirking at the camera before making her way down the aisle.
Ray Carter: Listen to this reaction for Summer Page! She was one of the biggest signings in AAW history, and she’s about to show us why.
Jay Walker: You know, Ray, when you sign a big-time deal like she did, there’s a lot of pressure to deliver, but Summer looks more than ready.
Summer reaches ringside and ascends the ring stairs with poise, turning to the crowd and raising her arms once again, causing the fans to cheer even louder. She motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes, and as they comply, she steps through the ropes gracefully. Once inside the ring, Summer heads to the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, soaking in the adulation as she surveys the crowd with a smirk on her face.*
Ray Carter: Summer Page has arrived in AAW, and she's making sure everyone knows it!
“Eye in the Sky” by The Alan Parsons Project begins to play
The crowd’s excitement grows as Ace Sky makes his entrance. With a focused look in his eyes, Ace walks out onto the stage, ready to bring his high-flying, innovative style to AAW. Dressed in his classic gear, Ace pauses at the top of the ramp, briefly looking toward the sky before charging down the aisle with purpose.*l
Jay Walker: This is a big moment for Ace Sky as well, Ray. He’s known for his high-risk moves and incredible agility. Let’s see if he can soar to new heights tonight.
Ray Carter: No doubt about it, Jay. Ace Sky has built a reputation as one of the most exciting high-flyers in the business.
Ace quickly makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans as he runs down the ramp. Once at ringside, he rolls under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, giving a confident nod to the crowd before heading to the corner. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, looking out at the audience for a moment before leaping down and preparing for the match.
“Mone” by Sasha Banks hits the speakers
Latoya Hixx emerges, wearing sleek white gear and her signature sunglasses. With CEO Brass Knuckles in hand, she grooves her way down the ramp, stepping with confidence as she slaps hands with fans along the way. The crowd cheers as she shows off her brass knuckles to the camera, flashing a grin before making her way into the ring.
Ray Carter: Latoya Hixx is no stranger to the AAW ring. She may have come up short in the U.S. tournament, but you can bet she’s here to prove a point tonight.
Latoya hands off her sunglasses and brass knuckles to the ringside camera operator and stands confidently in the ring, ready for the upcoming battle. The energy in the arena is electric as all three competitors size each other up, each looking to gain the upper hand.
Ray Carter: Alright folks, the stage is set—Ace Sky, Summer Page, and Latoya Hixx! This one is going to be a clinic.
Jay Walker: Two debuts, and one hungry competitor looking for redemption. This is what AAW Impact is all about!
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and all three competitors circle the ring, eyeing each other cautiously. Latoya Hixx makes the first move, stepping toward Ace Sky, but Summer Page seizes the opportunity and rushes in with a quick strike, throwing a forearm at Latoya's head.
Ray Carter: Summer Page wasting no time, taking the fight right to Latoya!
Jay Walker She's gotta make an impression, Ray. And this is how you do it.
Ace Sky, meanwhile, hangs back, assessing the situation. Latoya shakes off Summer's attack and locks up with her in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The two women jockey for position, but Latoya gains the upper hand, transitioning into a headlock. Summer pushes her off, sending her into the ropes, and on the rebound, Latoya ducks a clothesline attempt, runs past Summer, and flies through the air with a diving crossbody, sending Summer crashing to the mat. Ace Sky finally jumps into the fray, running in and hitting Latoya with a flying spinning heel kick just as she gets up from the crossbody. The impact sends Latoya rolling out of the ring to catch her breath. Summer Page, who has quickly recovered, tries to catch Ace off guard with a snap German suplex, but Ace flips out of it and lands on his feet!
Jay Walker: Ace Sky showing off that agility! That’s why he’s called one of the most innovative high-flyers in the game!
Ace immediately follows up with a lightning-fast Captain Falcon Knee, driving his knee right into Summer’s midsection and doubling her over. He then goes for a rolling wheel kick, but Summer ducks under it just in time, countering with a spike DDT that plants Ace into the canvas.
*lSummer tries to capitalize and begins to drag Ace toward the ropes for a slingshot suplex, but before she can execute it, Latoya Hixx slides back into the ring and charges at both competitors. She grabs Summer by the hair and whips her hard into the corner, following it up with a fierce roundhouse kick that connects squarely with Summer’s head!
Jay Walker: That kick had some fire behind it! Latoya is really on her game tonight.
With Summer stunned in the corner, Latoya pulls her out and transitions into a straight-jacket neck breaker slam, sending Summer crashing to the mat. The fans start getting louder as Latoya signals for another move, locking eyes with Ace Sky, who’s back to his feet. The two begin circling each other, neither making the first move as the tension builds in the ring.
Ray Carter: Latoya and Ace, two completely different styles about to clash! This is what makes AAW special.
Jay Walker: Both competitors are feeling each other out here. This match could turn in anyone’s favor at any moment.
Latoya lunges forward, looking to catch Ace in a tie-up, but Ace drops down and hooks her leg, attempting a quick schoolboy pin just to get her off balance. Latoya rolls through, and before Ace can follow up, she grabs him in a Canadian Maple Leaf, rolling him through and locking in the single-leg submission in the middle of the ring!
Ray Carter: Latoya has that Canadian Maple Leaf locked in tight! Ace Sky’s in trouble here!
Ace grits his teeth, trying to crawl toward the ropes, but Latoya adjusts her hold, wrenching back even more on the leg. Just as it looks like Ace might tap, Summer Page sprints in, breaking up the submission with a hard stomp to Latoya's back. Summer lifts Latoya off the mat and slams her down with a quick snap suplex, maintaining control of the match. She pulls Latoya up for a second suplex, but Latoya counters mid-air, landing on her feet and nailing Summer with a spear out of nowhere! Ace Sky, clutching his leg from the earlier submission, gets to his feet in the corner, watching the battle unfold. Latoya Hixx turns her attention to Ace, charging at him for a corner attack, but Ace rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Latoya to hit the turnbuckle hard. Ace capitalizes, running to the opposite corner and launching himself off with a Flash Point lariat, slamming into Latoya and knocking her down!
Ray Carter: That Flash Point hits like a freight train! Latoya is in trouble!
Before Ace can continue his assault, Summer Page regains her footing and charges at him from behind, looking to strike with a high knee. Ace senses it and sidesteps just in time, letting Summer hit the ropes. As she rebounds, Ace attempts a flying rolling wheel kick but Summer ducks under again!
Ray Carter: Folks, you can tell these competitors are giving it their all. There's no telling who's going to come out on top tonight!
With all three competitors getting back to their feet, the pace begins to accelerate. Ace Sky is the first to spring into action, bouncing off the ropes and diving through with a suicide dive right into Latoya Hixx on the outside, sending both crashing into the barricade! Summer Page, seeing her moment, quickly climbs the top turnbuckle. As Ace Sky gets to his feet outside, Summer leaps with a springboard crossbody , flattening both Ace and Latoya at ringside! The crowd explodes in excitement. Summer gets to her feet, soaking in the reaction of the fans, but she knows she can’t waste time. She picks up Latoya Hixx and throws her back into the ring. Summer slides in behind her, but before she can capitalize, Ace Sky has already climbed the apron and springboards off the ropes with a springboard flying heel kick, nailing Summer right in the face!
Jay Walker: What a counter by Ace Sky! He’s moving at the speed of light!
Ace stays on the offensive, running toward the corner and nailing Hixx with his Flash Point running flying lariat, crushing her into the turnbuckle. Hixx staggers forward, and Ace follows it up with a Captain Falcon Knee , the jumping knee strike landing flush on Hixx’s jaw! Latoya crumples to the mat, but Ace doesn’t stop. He eyes Summer Page, who’s trying to recover on the outside.
Not wasting a second, Ace charges to the ropes again and leaps over the top with a breathtaking slingshot springboard plancha onto Summer at ringside, drawing huge applause from the LA crowd!
Ray Carter: Ace Sky is pulling out all the stops tonight! He just flew over the top rope like a human missile!
Jay Walker: It’s moves like that which make Ace one of the most exciting wrestlers to watch!
Ace, feeling the momentum, pulls Summer up by the arm and rolls her back into the ring. As he follows her in, he climbs to the top rope, clearly looking for a high-risk maneuver to finish the job. But just as he steadies himself, Latoya Hixx, showing her resilience, scrambles up and meets him on the top turnbuckle! Latoya fights for control, and in an incredible display of strength, she hooks Ace and nails a superplex from the top rope, shaking the entire ring! The crowd erupts as both Ace and Hixx lie motionless on the mat from the impact. Latoya, running on adrenaline, quickly targets Summer, who’s now getting to her feet in the corner. Hixx charges full speed and delivers a devastating diving Meteora to Summer, crushing her into the turnbuckle! She grabs Summer by the head, pulling her into position for a straight jacket neck breaker slam. Latoya hoists her up, but Summer manages to wriggle free at the last second! Summer responds immediately with a quick tilt-a-whirl into a Russian leg sweep, planting Hixx hard into the mat. Seeing her opening, Summer wastes no time and heads for the top rope.
Ray Carter: Uh oh, Summer Page is going up top! She's looking to end this right here!
The crowd rises to its feet as Summer stands perched on the top rope, poised to strike. She takes a deep breath and soars off the turnbuckle, twisting mid-air with her signature Picture Perfect BME (Best Moonsault Ever). The rotation is flawless, and she crashes down across Latoya Hixx’s body!
Jay Walker: Picture Perfect! Summer Page nailed it!
Summer hooks Latoya’s leg for the cover. The referee drops to the mat...
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2...
3!
*BELL RINGS*
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match Summer Page!!!
Ray Carter: Summer Page wins her debut match with that unbelievable Picture Perfect moonsault! What a statement!
Jay Walker: What a match! These three left it all in the ring tonight, but Summer Page capitalizes and proves why AAW brought her in on that big deal!
Ray Carter: Ace Sky brought the high-flying spectacle, Latoya Hixx was as tough as ever, but in the end, it’s Summer Page standing tall in her debut.
Summer Page stands victorious, soaking in the moment as the LA crowd gives a mixed reaction. Her hand is raised in victory, while Ace Sky and Latoya Hixx recover, clearly frustrated but having given it their all.
SEGMENT
Scene: Inside the medical room, where Carl Matthews is sitting on the treatment table, an ice pack pressed against his shoulder after a grueling tag match. The atmosphere is calm, the sound of medical equipment beeping softly in the background, as doctors tend to Carl.
Suddenly, the door SLAMS open!
Koa "The Destroyer" Tautala storms into the room, his eyes filled with rage, his massive frame looming like a storm ready to unleash its fury. He wastes no time, shoving the medical staff aside as they scramble to get out of his way.
Koa Tautala (shouting): Where's Shaun Hart?! This is BULLSHIT!
Carl Matthews barely has time to react before Koa grabs him by the collar, yanking him off the table. Carl, already injured, tries to resist, but Koa's strength is overwhelming.
Koa Tautala (snarling): You think I’m gonna sit back after they switch my match at the last second two weeks ago? Huh?! They threw Ken Davison at me, and now I’m outta the damn tournament! And didn't even get a match tonight!
Koa SLAMS Carl into the wall, the impact shaking the room. Carl crumples to the floor, gasping for breath. Koa is relentless, stomping down on him with brutal force, every shot echoing with vicious intent.
Carl Matthews (barely conscious, gasping):
“K-Koa… please…
Koa isn’t hearing any pleas. He grabs Carl again, lifting him up and throwing him across the room, sending medical equipment crashing to the ground. Carl's body thuds against the hard floor, his face twisted in agony.
Koa Tautala (growling through gritted teeth):
"Tell Shaun Hart… this ain’t over. He better make this right or more bodies are gonna drop!
As Koa continues his assault, the sound of footsteps and shouting can be heard down the hall. Security bursts into the room, rushing to pull the enraged Samoan off Carl. It takes several men to restrain him, but even as they drag him out of the room, Koa fights back, glaring over his shoulder.
Koa Tautala (yelling as security drags him out): You tell Shaun Hart he’s got ONE CHANCE to fix this, or I’ll tear this whole place apart!
The camera zooms in on Carl, lying battered and broken on the floor, blood trickling from his mouth. The scene fades as security escorts Koa out of the building, his voice still echoing in the halls:
Koa Tautala:Make it right, Shaun! Or I’m coming for everyone!
Match Six
Standard Singles Match
Just Cause vs Jack "Ironman" Stanton
The camera pans across the raucous crowd in Los Angeles as Ray Carter and Jay Walker settle into the commentary table.
Ray Carter: Here we are, folks, in the heart of Los Angeles, Crypto.com Arena! What a night it's been, and it's about to get even better as we head into our sixth match of the evening!
Jay Walker: Absolutely, Ray! Just Cause,' is coming off a big win last week. He earned his spot in the United States title match at the upcoming pay-per-view. But tonight, he's got a different challenge on his hands, facing the debuting Jack 'Ironman' Stanton!
Ray Carter: And if the name ‘Ironman’ is anything to go by, Jack Stanton is known for his endurance. He’s a gritty brawler with a technical edge, and this should be a great test for him on his debut.
Jay Walker: Two workhorses with different styles. Just Cause with his methodical, suplex-heavy arsenal versus Stanton, who loves to wear down his opponents with those hard-hitting strikes. This one’s gonna be good!
As "Lunatic Fringe" hits, Jack steps out onto the stage with a no-nonsense demeanor, dressed in his wrestling gear, nodding to the crowd with a knowing smile.
Jazmine Sparks: Making his way to the ring at a weight of 260lbs, from Austin, Texas. I give you Jack "Ironman" Stanton.
He walks with purpose, occasionally slapping hands with fans who reach out, showing that connection he's built over the years. Once at ringside, he pauses, takes a deep breath, and gives a final nod to the crowd before rolling under the ropes, ready for battle.
The lights dim to darkness. White strobe lights start to flicker with each beat of the drum. The chorus of the track hits with a spotlight shining down upon Just Cause who looks intently at the squared circle. Just Cause starts to make his walk toward the ring.
Jazmine Sparks: Making his way to the ring at a weight of 242lbs, from parts unlnown. I give you Just Cause.
He pays little to no attention to the crowd. Just Cause slides into the ring and gets to his feet awaiting the bell to toll.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both men circle each other slowly, neither wanting to make the first mistake. Jack, the debuting underdog, cautiously steps forward, eyes locked on Just Cause, who cracks his neck and advances with equal focus.
Ray Carter: Both men sizing each other up here. Jack Stanton’s gotta know Just Cause is a technician of the highest caliber."
Jay Walker: And Just Cause? He’ll want to slow this one down, make it a battle of technique. He thrives in that environment.
They lock up in the center of the ring. Stanton quickly goes for a side headlock, wrenching Just Cause’s neck, but Just Cause pushes him off, sending Stanton into the ropes. Stanton rebounds and hits a hard shoulder block, but Just Cause doesn’t budge.
Ray Carter: Not much give there from Just Cause.
They lock up again, this time Just Cause goes behind into a waist lock, looking for a German suplex early, but Stanton drops his weight and hooks the leg to block it. Jack spins out of the waist lock and transitions into a standing hammerlock, forcing Just Cause to wince slightly. Just Cause powers out with a stiff back elbow to Jack’s face, breaking the hold. Just Cause immediately takes control, pulling Stanton into a quick snap suplex, sending him crashing to the mat with authority. Just Cause pulls Stanton to his feet, looking to follow up with another suplex, this time a belly-to-belly. He launches Stanton, but Jack flips out of it mid-air, landing on his feet! The crowd pops as Stanton takes advantage, running at Just Cause and landing a Lou Thesz press, taking him down and raining down punches. Just Cause manages to push Stanton off, but Jack’s right back on him, lifting him up and delivering a snap suplex of his own. Just Cause arches his back in pain as Stanton keeps the pressure on with a running knee strike to Just Cause’s ribs as he tries to stand.
Ray Carter: You can see the differences in style already. Just Cause looks to control the match with those precision suplexes, while Stanton’s grinding it out with strikes and power moves!
Just Cause rolls out of the ring to regroup, but Stanton isn’t giving him any breathing room. He slides out of the ring and grabs Just Cause, whipping him hard into the barricade. The crowd gasps as Just Cause hits with a thud. Stanton grabs Just Cause by the arm, looking to pull him back into the ring, but Just Cause reverses it, pulling Stanton face-first into the steel steps with a thud.
Ray Carter: What a reversal by Just Cause! That’s ring awareness right there.
Just Cause rolls back into the ring, waiting for Stanton to recover on the outside. Stanton stirs, shaking off the cobwebs, and rolls back into the ring at the ref’s count of six. Just Cause wastes no time, locking in a front facelock and transitioning into a quick snap DDT, spiking Stanton's head into the mat.
Jay Walker: That’s where Just Cause excels quick transitions and suplex variations. He keeps you guessing!
Just Cause pulls Stanton to his feet, looking for another suplex. This time it’s a T-bone suplex that sends Stanton crashing into the turnbuckle hard. The crowd groans as Stanton slumps into the corner. Just Cause stalks Stanton, dragging him out of the corner and locking in a single-leg Boston crab. Stanton grimaces, trying to crawl toward the ropes, but Just Cause plants himself firmly in the middle of the ring.
Jay Walker: This is where Just Cause is dangerous, controlling the pace with submissions. Stanton's in trouble here!"
The crowd rallies behind Stanton, and with a burst of energy, he manages to twist his body and kick Just Cause off, breaking the hold. Just Cause stumbles back, and Stanton uses the opportunity to push himself up, favoring his leg.
As Just Cause charges back at him, Stanton ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits a swinging neckbreaker, buying himself some time to recover.
Ray Carter: Smart move by Stanton! He needed that opening, and now he’s got a little breathing room.
Both men are down for a moment, catching their breath as the crowd claps and cheers them on. Slowly, they both get to their feet, and the match restarts with another lock-up. This time, Stanton quickly goes for a European uppercut, staggering Just Cause, then follows up with another snap suplex. Stanton pulls Just Cause up again, this time lifting him for a spinebuster, but Just Cause counters mid-lift into a standing sliced bread, flipping over Stanton and planting him into the mat.
Ray Carter: What a counter by Just Cause! That’s pure athleticism right there!
The pace quickens as Just Cause gets to his feet, grabbing Stanton and pulling him into position for a Code Breaker, but Stanton catches Just Cause's legs mid-air and counters into a Boston Crab of his own, locking it in tight!
Jay Walker: Turnabout is fair play! Stanton’s got the Boston Crab locked in, and now it’s Just Cause who’s feeling the pain!
Just Cause grimaces in pain, clawing toward the ropes as Stanton wrenches back on the hold. The crowd’s on their feet, anticipating a possible tap out as Just Cause inches closer to the ropes...
Ray Carter: And we’re still going here! This match is a battle of endurance, neither man willing to give an inch!
Jay Walker: This is what AAW is all about! These two are putting on a clinic, but who’s going to break first?
right in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! Stanton grits his teeth, pounding the mat in frustration as Just Cause digs in, wrenching back harder on the Cloverleaf. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, wondering if Jack can find a way out or if the relentless Just Cause will break him down completely.
Ray Carter: Stanton is in agony here! Just Cause has been picking him apart, and that Cloverleaf is cinched in tight!
The fans begin to clap, urging Jack to fight through the pain. He starts to dig his elbows into the mat, slowly crawling toward the ropes with every ounce of strength he has left. Just Cause yells in frustration, trying to keep the hold locked in as tightly as possible, but Jack inches closer and closer… Finally, Jack manages to grab the bottom rope, and the referee immediately steps in, forcing Just Cause to release the hold. Just Cause, visibly frustrated, lets go at the count of four, throwing a glance at the referee as if to say, That was close! Just Cause doesn’t waste time. As Jack pulls himself up using the ropes, Just Cause runs in with a quick dropkick to the back of Jack’s knee, sending him crashing down again. He follows it up with a standing Sliced Bread, planting Jack on his back once more, drawing gasps from the crowd. Jack struggles to get up, but Just Cause has no intention of letting up. He bounces off the ropes and hits a quick standing moonsault, landing perfectly on Jack's midsection. The crowd cheers as Just Cause pops back to his feet, his confidence growing with each move.
Ray Carter: This is a clinic from Just Cause right now! He’s controlling the pace, dictating the match, and Stanton just can’t keep up!
Just Cause grabs Jack by the wrist, pulling him up with a hard yank before throwing him into the ropes. As Jack rebounds, Just Cause looks to finish the sequence with a high-impact move, but Jack ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits the opposite ropes. He comes flying back with a massive running knee strike, catching Just Cause square in the jaw!
Jay Walker: Whoa! Out of nowhere, Jack Stanton just leveled Just Cause with that knee!"
The sudden shift in momentum leaves both men on the mat, gasping for breath as the crowd comes alive, appreciating the hard-hitting exchange.
Ray Carter: Jack’s not done yet! He might’ve taken a beating, but one move can change the course of a match!
Both men begin to stir, the crowd buzzing with excitement as they realize the match has hit another turning point. Jack slowly pulls himself up by the ropes, his body clearly battered, but his fiery determination pushing him to continue. Just Cause rubs his jaw, blinking as he tries to shake off the effects of the knee strike. Jack staggers toward him, ready to go blow for blow. Both men are back on their feet, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as Jack Stanton and Just Cause stare each other down, knowing the match could shift at any moment. Jack strikes first, stepping in with a sharp European uppercut that rocks Just Cause, followed by a stiff forearm smash. Just Cause reels, but fires back with a stiff chop across Jack's chest, the sound echoing through the Crypto.com Arena. Jack staggers back, but immediately answers with another forearm smash, followed by a quick snap suplex. Just Cause bounces off the mat, but rolls through and pops up, retaliating with a snap suplex of his own, keeping the pace high.
Jay Walker: They're going tit for tat! Neither one wants to give the other an inch!
Both men get back to their feet quickly, but Jack charges in, looking for a running knee strike. Just Cause ducks under it and hooks Jack from behind, nailing a German suplex. Not done, Just Cause keeps his grip, rolls through, and delivers a second German suplex, this time with more force. Jack rolls to the ropes, trying to regain his footing, but Just Cause doesn’t let up. He yanks Jack off the ropes and lifts him into the air for a belly-to-back suplex, but Jack twists mid-air and lands on his feet behind Just Cause. Without hesitation, Jack grabs Just Cause and slams him with a backbreaker, finally gaining some space. Jack, visibly exhausted but still in the fight, grabs Just Cause and whips him into the corner. He follows up with a running forearm, but Just Cause sidesteps at the last second, sending Jack crashing chest-first into the turnbuckle. Just Cause quickly capitalizes, hitting Jack with a backstabber, the impact sending shockwaves through Jack's spine.
Ray Carter: That backstabber took the wind right out of Jack!"
Just Cause, sensing his moment, pulls Jack up, this time with a focused expression. He whips Jack into the ropes and nails him with a vicious Code Breaker, sending Jack’s head snapping back on impact. As Jack stumbles to his feet, barely able to stay upright, Just Cause smirks, knowing he has Stanton right where he wants him. He points to the crowd, signaling the end, before hooking Jack’s head under his arm. In one fluid motion, Just Cause flips over Jack's back, executing a flawless Canadian Destroyer! The crowd erupts as Jack’s head and body slam into the mat, leaving him motionless.
Ray Carter: Canadian Destroyer! Just Cause just flattened Jack Stanton with that one!
One..
Two…
Three!
The crowd is on their feet as Just Cause rolls over, looking down at the fallen Jack Stanton. He stands tall over his opponent, raising his arms in victory as the referee calls for the bell.
Jay Walker: That’s it! Just Cause picks up another big win tonight!
Ray Carter: After a grueling back-and-forth, Just Cause proved why he’s advancing to the United States Title tournament. He had to dig deep, but he found a way to put Jack Stanton away!"
Just Cause stands tall, basking in the adulation of the fans while Jack Stanton lies on the mat, exhausted and defeated. The camera captures the image of Just Cause, arms raised, as he continues his momentum heading into the upcoming United States Title tournament.
Jay Walker: Jack Stanton showed a lot of heart in his debut, but tonight belongs to Just Cause!
SEGMENT
Later that night, the parking lot of the Crypto.com Arena is dimly lit as a sleek black limousine idles near the exit. Nicky Douché and Avery Bitterman, both still grinning with pride from their earlier ambush on Anthony King, strut toward the limo. Nicky pats Avery on the back, clearly pleased with the damage they caused.
Nicky Douché: See, Avery? That’s how you send a message. King thought he could just walk around here like he runs the place well, we put an end to that!
Avery chuckles, cracking his knuckles as they approach the limo. The driver steps out and opens the door for them.
Avery Bitterman: Man, you think he’s gonna be stupid enough to come back for more? We put him down hard tonight.
Nicky smirks as he pulls out his phone, ready to post a boastful update for his social media followers. But just as they’re about to get into the limo, the door to the arena swings open with a loud bang, and Anthony King comes charging out, his head still wrapped in a bandage from the brutal beatdown earlier in the night. His eyes are locked on Nicky and Avery, and the fury in his face is unmistakable.
Anthony King "You think it’s over?!
Before Nicky or Avery can react, Anthony barrels straight into Avery, knocking him off his feet with a devastating spear onto the hard pavement. Avery crashes to the ground, gasping for air as Anthony mounts him, unleashing a series of hard punches to his face and body. Avery tries to defend himself, but the rage-fueled Anthony is too much.
Jay Walker (on commentary): Oh my God! Anthony King’s back! And he’s out for blood!
Ray Carter: He’s had enough, Jay! King is making his stand!
Nicky’s face goes from shock to anger as he watches his right-hand man get pummeled. He rushes forward, grabbing Anthony by the shoulders and yanking him off Avery, but Anthony immediately turns his attention to Nicky. The two begin to exchange wild punches, with each blow landing harder than the last. The fight is messy, raw, and fueled by pure hatred. Anthony delivers a stiff elbow to Nicky’s jaw, sending him staggering backward into the limo. Nicky tries to regain his composure, swinging at Anthony with a wild right hand, but King ducks the shot and drives a knee into Nicky’s midsection, doubling him over.
Anthony King: You thought you’d get away with it, huh?!
King grabs Nicky by the back of the neck and slams him into the side of the limo with a sickening thud. Nicky groans in pain, clutching his head as Anthony goes in for another strike, but Avery, recovering from the earlier assault, grabs Anthony from behind, locking him in a rear waist hold to pull him off.
Avery Bitterman: Not so fast, King!
But Anthony is still running on pure adrenaline. He elbows Avery in the side of the head, breaking the hold and spinning around to deliver a brutal uppercut that sends Avery stumbling back, clutching his jaw. Nicky, seeing an opening, charges at Anthony, but King sidesteps and grabs him by the neck, throwing him hard onto the pavement.
Ray Carter: This is absolute chaos! These guys are tearing each other apart!
Just as Anthony is about to deliver another punch, a swarm of security guards rushes out from the arena, quickly surrounding the brawl. They struggle to separate the three men, who continue to lunge at each other, hurling insults and trying to break free from the guards' grip.
Nicky Douché (furious, screaming as security holds him back): You’re dead, King! DEAD! You hear me?!
Anthony King (glaring back at him, seething): Bring it, Douché! I’m not done with you yet!
Nicky is fuming, his face red with anger as Avery stumbles back to his feet, still dazed from the assault. The two are forcefully ushered toward the limousine by the security team. Nicky punches the roof of the limo in frustration before getting in, his eyes never leaving Anthony.
Nicky Douché (yelling from inside the limo): This isn’t over, King! You’ll regret ever crossing me!
Anthony tries to push past the security guards, but they hold him back as the limo speeds off into the night. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes still blazing with fury as the car disappears from sight.
Jay Walker:This is far from over! Anthony King isn’t backing down, and Nicky Douché is gonna have hell to pay!
Ray Carter: Nicky thought he could get away with what he did earlier, but Anthony King just proved he’s not going to take this lying down. This is only the beginning!
As the camera zooms in on Anthony, he wipes blood from the corner of his mouth, still glaring at the empty parking lot where Nicky and Avery escaped. Security continues to keep their distance as medical staff rush to check on him, but King waves them off as we cut back to the ring.
Main Event
Standard Singles Match
Impact Championship
TJ Alexander vs Misery(c)
The camera pans over the roaring crowd in the Crypto.com Arena. The energy is electric as the main event is moments away. The spotlight hits the ring announcer, Jazmine Sparks, standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AAW Impact Championship!
The lights in the arena dim, and "The Touch" by Stan Bush begins to play. Blue and white lights flash in rhythm with the music, and the crowd erupts in cheers as TJ Alexander steps out onto the stage. He's dressed in his signature ring gear: silver tights with blue trim, a leather jacket over his shoulders, and a confident smile on his face.
Jazmine Sparks: Introducing first, the challenger... from London, England, weighing in at 188 pounds... TJ Alexander!”
TJ makes his way to the ring, high-fiving fans along the ramp before sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms as the crowd continues to cheer. His eyes are locked on the stage, awaiting the champion.
The arena goes dark once again as the haunting opening riff of "Debonaire" by Dope blares through the speakers. A wave of boos washes over the arena as a dark silhouette appears at the entrance. Misery steps into the light, the Impact Championship draped over his shoulder. His massive 295-pound frame is imposing, and his eyes are locked on the ring, cold and menacing. Misery is dressed in black with leather accents, his hair wet and slicked back, giving him a sinister look as he walks to the ring.
Jazmine Sparks: And his opponent... from the Pits of Despair, weighing in at 295 pounds... he is the reigning and defending AAW Impact Champion... MIIISSERY!
Misery slowly makes his way to the ring, showing no emotion as he raises the championship high in the air before entering. The crowd boos, but Misery seems to feed off the negative energy, embracing his role as the ruthless villain.
As Misery enters the ring, TJ Alexander remains poised, bouncing on his toes, ready to face the man who once outwitted him in the Champions Conquest match. Misery hands the Impact Championship to the referee, and the tension in the arena skyrockets as both men stand in their corners, eyes locked on one another.
Ray Carter: This is going to be one hell of a fight, Jay! Both of these men were in that Champions Conquest match, but it was Misery who captured one of the briefcases and became the Impact Champion. TJ Alexander is now getting his second shot at gold, and you know he’s hungry for it!
Jay Walker: Yeah, Ray, TJ’s got a huge challenge ahead of him. Misery is an absolute beast with that raw power, and at 295 pounds, he's going to be hard to stop. But TJ, with his speed and athleticism, might just have the right combination to take Misery down.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both competitors circle the ring cautiously, eyes locked on each other. Misery's size and strength are immediately apparent, while TJ’s smaller frame and speed give him the agility edge.
Jay Walker: You can feel the anticipation here, Ray. Both men are taking their time, sizing each other up.
They lock up in the center of the ring, but it’s a stalemate. Misery uses his brute force to push TJ into the corner, but TJ slips out at the last second, darting away and resetting in the center. The two lock up again, and this time, TJ uses his agility to transition into a quick arm drag, but Misery rolls through, barely fazed. Misery lunges forward with a powerful shoulder block, sending TJ flying backward. TJ hits the mat but rolls through, springing back to his feet, immediately rebounding off the ropes to deliver a lightning-quick dropkick to Misery's chest. The blow causes Misery to stagger, but the champion remains on his feet.
Ray Carter: That’s the speed difference right there, Jay! TJ knows he can’t let Misery get his hands on him.
TJ bounces off the ropes again, aiming for another dropkick, but this time Misery swats him away like a fly. The challenger hits the mat hard, and Misery pounces, lifting TJ with ease into a Samoan Drop that shakes the ring. Misery follows up with stiff, resounding chops to TJ's chest, each one echoing through the arena and causing the crowd to "ooooh" with each hit. He whips TJ into the corner and charges in with a brutal Running Splash, crushing the challenger against the turnbuckles. TJ crumbles to the mat, but Misery doesn't give him time to recover, dragging him back to his feet. But TJ fights back! He delivers rapid-fire kicks to Misery’s legs and body, forcing the big man to back up. TJ runs to the ropes, springboards off, and nails Misery with a beautiful **Springboard DDT**! Misery’s head spikes into the mat, and for the first time in the match, the champion is down. TJ wastes no time, climbing to the top rope. The crowd is on their feet as he takes flight with a stunning 450 Splash but Misery rolls out of the way! TJ crashes into the mat, clutching his ribs in pain. Misery gets back to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs, and hoists TJ up into a Running Sitout Powerbomb that rocks the ring again. He doesn’t go for the pin, instead opting to punish TJ further.
Ray Carter: This is just pure dominance from Misery right now. He wants to make TJ suffer.
Misery stalks his prey, signaling for the end. He lifts TJ up, going for the Chokebomb but TJ counters in mid-air with a Hurricanrana! Misery stumbles, and TJ hits him with a Step-Up Enziguri, sending the champion reeling into the ropes. TJ follows up with a quick German Suplex, bridging for a moment but not going for the pin.After TJ's brief burst of offense, Misery quickly regains control, using his size and strength to slow the pace of the match to his liking. TJ attempts to rally with a running attack off the ropes, but Misery cuts him off mid-stride with a devastating Big Boot that nearly decapitates him. The crowd gasps at the impact, and TJ crumples to the mat, clutching his jaw in pain.
Ray Carter: What a shot! Misery is back in control, and you can see the pain on TJ’s face.
Misery stalks over to the fallen TJ, dragging him up with a handful of hair before delivering a punishing Exploder Suplexthat sends TJ crashing into the turnbuckles. The force of the move leaves TJ hanging in the corner, his body limp.Misery is relentless, not giving TJ a moment to recover. He charges across the ring and slams into the cornered challenger with a brutal Running Splash. The impact crushes TJ against the turnbuckles, and he collapses to the mat in a heap.Misery wastes no time, dragging TJ up again. He lifts him high into the air and delivers a crushing Running Sitout Powerbomb in the center of the ring. The ring shakes with the impact, and Misery holds TJ down for a moment, pressing his weight on the smaller man, but instead of going for the pin, he shakes his head and rises to his feet. Misery stands over TJ, glaring down at him before dragging him up once more. This time, he locks his massive arms around TJ’s neck, applying a tight Sleeper Hold. Misery’s arms squeeze around TJ's throat as he pulls him to the mat, cinching the hold in deeper. TJ thrashes in desperation, his face turning red as he fights for breath.
Jay Walker: Look at this! Misery’s got that Sleeper locked in tight, and TJ is in serious trouble now. This is where the champion’s size and power really come into play.
Misery wrenches the hold even tighter, his face emotionless as he applies more pressure. TJ struggles, clawing at Misery’s arms, trying to create some space, but the champion’s grip is unbreakable. The crowd begins to rally behind TJ, clapping and chanting his name, urging him to fight through the pain. Misery leans back, using his full weight to press down on TJ, making it nearly impossible for him to escape. TJ’s movements slow, his energy fading as the life is being squeezed out of him. The referee checks on him, lifting his arm once... it drops. The referee lifts it a second time... it drops again. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, desperate for TJ to show some sign of life.
Jay Walker: This might be it! TJ’s fading fast, and if his arm drops one more time, this match could be over!
But as the referee raises TJ's arm for the third time, TJ suddenly clenches his fist, keeping it in the air! The crowd explodes as TJ fights to stay in the match. With sheer determination, TJ begins to power up, shifting his body to get to his knees despite the hold.
Ray Carter: Look at the heart of TJ Alexander! He’s not going down without a fight!
TJ manages to get one foot on the mat, then the other, forcing his way back to a vertical base even with Misery still applying the Sleeper. With the last of his strength, TJ drives his elbow into Misery’s gut once, twice until the champion is forced to release the hold. TJ stumbles forward, gasping for air, but Misery is already on him, grabbing him by the waist and throwing him overhead with a vicious German Suplex . TJ’s body crashes hard on the mat, and the momentum swings back to the champion as he gets to his feet, looking more determined than ever.
Jay Walker: Misery is just relentless! Every time TJ tries to fight back, the champ shuts him down.
Misery pulls TJ up one more time, looking to continue the punishment, Misery stays on the attack, clearly enjoying the torment he’s inflicting on TJ Alexander. After the German Suplex, the champion stands tall and smirks as he stomps down hard on TJ's midsection, causing him to roll over in agony. Misery then yanks TJ to his feet, lifting him effortlessly and slamming him down with a thunderous Samoan Drop. The crowd boos as Misery continues to dominate. He drags TJ back up again and positions him for another high-impact move, this time delivering a punishing Reverse Piledriver. TJ's head spikes into the mat, and he lies motionless on the canvas, barely moving as Misery towers over him, the Impact Championship glistening on his shoulder.
Jay Walker: Look at the carnage! Misery is making a statement tonight, showing that being the Impact Champion means total domination!
Misery doesn’t go for the cover, instead, he pulls TJ up once more, this time positioning him in the corner. With a burst of speed, Misery charges across the ring and crushes TJ with another brutal Running Splash in the corner. TJ’s body slumps against the turnbuckles, barely able to hold itself up. But just as Misery steps back, looking to charge for another, TJ suddenly springs to life with a desperate Dropkick, catching Misery square in the chest! Misery stumbles back, surprised by the sudden attack, giving TJ just enough time to get his bearings. With the crowd rallying behind him, TJ uses the ropes to pull himself up. Misery charges again, but TJ evades, sending the champion crashing shoulder-first into the ring post! The crowd roars as TJ gets a moment to recover.
Jay Walker: TJ’s not done yet! He's digging deep, and the heart of this kid is something else!
TJ takes full advantage, using his speed and agility to stay out of Misery's reach. As Misery staggers out of the corner, TJ hits a quick Step-Up Enziguri to the side of Misery’s head, knocking the big man down to one knee! TJ senses an opportunity and runs to the ropes, springboarding off to deliver a high-impact Springboard Tornado DDT spiking Misery's head into the mat! Misery rolls to the side, clutching his head in pain. TJ, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, runs to the top rope. The crowd stands in anticipation as TJ launches into the air, executing a picture-perfect 450 Splash, crashing down on Misery’s chest! The arena explodes with cheers as TJ scrambles to his feet, feeding off the energy of the crowd.
Jay Walker: TJ is turning the tide here! The challenger is showing incredible heart, and Misery looks shaken!
TJ follows up, not letting up for a second. He grabs Misery’s arm and locks in a quick Fujiwara Armbar, wrenching back with all his strength. Misery grimaces in pain as TJ cranks back on the hold, trying to keep the bigger man grounded.
Ray Carter: Can you believe this? TJ Alexander is making the Impact Champion suffer now! What a comeback!
Misery fights through the pain, using his size to drag himself to the ropes. He grabs the bottom rope, forcing TJ to release the hold. TJ immediately springs back to his feet, urging the crowd to get louder as he charges at Misery, who is still trying to recover. With a full head of steam, TJ launches into a devastating Shining Wizard, smashing his knee into Misery’s face! Misery is down, and TJ stands tall, his heart and determination on full display as he prepares to go for one more high-risk maneuver.
Jay Walker: This is it! TJ Alexander is on the verge of pulling off the upset of a lifetime!
The crowd is on their feet as TJ Alexander climbs to the top rope, preparing for a high-risk maneuver that could seal the deal. He looks out to the sea of fans, takes a deep breath, and leaps into the air with a spectacular Swanton Bomb, his body twisting in perfect form as he descends toward Misery. But just as TJ is about to land, Misery rolls his knees up, driving them hard into TJ’s back! The impact sends shockwaves through TJ’s body as he bounces off and writhes in pain, clutching his spine.
Ray Carter: Oh no! Misery got the knees up! TJ just crashed and burned!
Jay Walker: That could be the turning point, Ray! TJ took a massive risk, and now Misery is back in control!
Misery rises to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs, and his expression shifts to one of pure aggression. He storms over to TJ, who is still down, and begins laying into him with brutal stiff punches, each one driving the air out of the challenger. Misery’s fists hammer down like sledgehammers, leaving TJ defenseless as the bigger man pummels him mercilessly.
Ray Carter: Misery is unloading now! The champion is showing no mercy!
Misery pulls TJ up by the arm, forcing him to his feet, and whips him into the corner. He follows up by hoisting TJ into the air and smashing him into the turnbuckles with a devastating Buckle Bomb! TJ’s spine once again absorbs the brunt of the impact, and he slumps to the mat in agony, the pain evident on his face.
Jay Walker: That Buckle Bomb just rattled TJ’s entire body! Misery is in complete control again!
With TJ seemingly down for the count, Misery drops to the mat and hooks the leg for the pin, a smug look on his face as the referee begins the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR—
But at the last possible moment, TJ kicks out! The crowd erupts in cheers, disbelief sweeping through the arena as Misery sits up, wide-eyed in frustration.
Ray Carter: He kicked out! TJ Alexander somehow found the strength to kick out!
Jay Walker: That was as close as it gets! TJ is running on pure heart right now!
Misery slams his hands on the mat in frustration, glaring at the referee and demanding a faster count. The official stands firm, holding up two fingers, insisting it was not a three-count. Misery’s temper flares as he gets in the referee’s face, arguing vehemently, the crowd booing him louder with each passing second. After a few moments of berating the referee, Misery finally turns his attention back to TJ, who is slowly rising to one knee. Misery cracks his knuckles, ready to finish the job, but as he steps toward TJ, the challenger surprises him with a sudden punch to the gut! Misery stumbles back, caught off guard. TJ follows up with another punch, this time to the face, and the crowd comes alive as TJ digs deep into his reserves. Each punch lands with more fire than the last, the challenger refusing to stay down.
Jay Walker: TJ’s fighting back again! He’s not giving up!
With a surge of energy, TJ springs to his feet, delivering a rapid series of punches that stagger the champion. He hits the ropes and returns with a blistering Step-Up Enziguri, cracking Misery across the side of the head! Misery stumbles, dazed, and TJ capitalizes with a lightning-quick Snap Suplex that sends the big man crashing to the mat! TJ, fueled by the crowd’s cheers, keeps up the pressure. He climbs to the middle rope and launches off with a Springboard Hurricanrana, using his agility to send Misery flying across the ring! Misery tries to get back to his feet, but TJ charges forward and hits a perfectly timed Shining Wizard knocking the champion back down! The arena explodes as TJ stands tall, his heart and determination driving him to push even harder as he prepares for one last offensive series to put Misery away.
Jay Walker: TJ is going for broke! He’s throwing everything he’s got at the champion!
The crowd is electric as TJ points to the turnbuckle, signaling for a high-risk move. He heads toward the ropes, knowing this could be the moment he topples the champion and becomes Impact Champion. With the momentum firmly in his favor, TJ Alexander ascends to the top rope once again, ready to pull off a move that could change the course of the match. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as TJ stands tall and leaps into the air, executing a flawless Shooting Star Press*l, his body twisting gracefully before crashing down onto Misery! The arena erupts in cheers as TJ hooks the leg, the referee sliding into position for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE—
But Misery kicks out at the very last second! The crowd gasps in shock as TJ sits up, wide-eyed, unable to believe what just happened. He slaps his hands on the mat in frustration, his confidence shaken for the first time in the match.
Ray Carter: He kicked out again! Misery refuses to stay down, and TJ Alexander can't believe it!
Jay Walker: You can see it in TJ’s face—he thought that Shooting Star Press was the end, but Misery is still in this!
TJ takes a moment to regain his composure, breathing deeply as he pushes himself back to his feet. The frustration lingers, but he knows he has to stay focused. He grabs Misery by the arm and pulls him up, determination burning in his eyes. Without hesitation, TJ hits a thunderous Superkick that cracks Misery square on the jaw, sending him stumbling backward into the ropes! The impact sends Misery rebounding off the ropes, and as he staggers forward, TJ seizes the moment. He grabs Misery around the waist and, with all his strength, launches him over with a picture-perfect **Northern Lights Suplex bridging for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THR—
But once again, Misery kicks out! TJ rolls away, his desperation starting to show as he runs a hand through his hair in disbelief.
Ray Carter: Misery kicks out again! TJ is throwing everything at the champion, but it’s just not enough!
Jay Walker: You can see it in TJ’s eyes—he’s getting desperate! What more can he do to put Misery away?
TJ pounds the mat in frustration but knows he can't let up. He wipes the sweat from his brow and looks to the ropes, planning one final high-risk move to seal the victory. TJ climbs the ropes once more, his athleticism on full display as he prepares for a springboard aerial attack. He bounces off the ropes and soars through the air, aiming to take Misery down for good. But just as TJ is mid-flight, Misery pops up with incredible speed and drives his shoulder into TJ’s midsection with a devastating Cruor - Spear/Gore!!! The impact is brutal, and TJ’s body folds in half as he crashes to the mat in a heap.
Ray Carter: Oh my God! Misery caught him in mid-air with the Cruor! What a spear!
Jay Walker: That might have just broken TJ in half! What an incredible counter by the Impact Champion!
Misery wastes no time, hooking TJ's leg as the referee drops down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
*BELL RINGS*
As the bell rings and the crowd buzzing with excitement, AAW's ring announcer Jazmine Sparks steps into the spotlight, her voice booming through the arena.
Jazmine Sparks: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL the AAW Impact Champion… MISERY!!!
Misery slowly rises to his feet, victorious, as the referee raises his arm in triumph. The Impact Championship is handed back to him, draped over his shoulder as he stares down at the fallen TJ Alexander.
Ray Carter: What a match! TJ Alexander gave it everything he had, but in the end, Misery proves why he’s the Impact Champion!
Jay Walker: An absolute war from start to finish! TJ has nothing to be ashamed of, but Misery just showed the world why he’s at the top of the mountain in AAW!
Misery stands tall in the center of the ring, holding the Impact Championship high as the crowd showers him with a mixture of boos and applause, acknowledging the champion’s dominant victory.
CLOSING SEGMENT
Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm plays over the PA. Kyra Davison steps out into the arena, briefcase in hand. Holding it up for all to see, she makes her way to ringside where she grabs a microphone and rolls into the ring. She takes a few moments, walking around as her music fades out.
“Everyone’s been trying to say I walked out of Impact two weeks ago with the ‘wrong’ briefcase,” Kyra begins as she continues pacing around in front of the Impact crowd. “But I beg to differ. This briefcase gives me something that the other three don’t have.”
She stops and shrugs her shoulders. “It gives me anotherchoice. And from where I’m standing? I can’t really go wrong with any of them can I?”
The crowd cheers.
“So.. Who do I pick? On the one hand, there’s Misery.. And Misery sure does love company, am I right?” She laughs to herself. “But seriously, I’m sure Misery and I could have a match for the ages.. But is it the fight I’m truly looking for right now? I’m not so sure…”
Kyra resumes pacing.
“But when it comes to a challenge, what bigger challenge is there than Mac Bane? But you see, maybe that’s taking the easy way out, not that beating him would be a cake walk - but I’m here for new, and exciting things… New challenges. I’m here to do something I’ve never done before.”
She stops in the middle of the ring, glancing up towards the rafters. “Which brings me to you, Axel…”
The crowd begins cheering harder.
“And I refuse to stand here, addressing the ceiling so bring your ass down here and face me like a man.”
The camera’s pan to the rafters where Axel has been the entire show, and without hesitation, the big man steps off and descends towards the ring. Kyra watches, her arms crossed over her chest, unimpressed, until Axel touches down in front of her and releases himself from the harness he’d been wearing and pulls the AAW World Championship off of his waist and lays it over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna make this short and sweet, since you’ve probably got a skyscraper to get back to or some shit.” Kyra chuckles while Axel sets his jaw as he watches her pace in front of him. “Yeah, I’m calling you a gargoyle in case you’re a little slow on the uptake.”
She ignores him as he replies to her in kind and begins pacing around in front of the World Champion.
“I’ve never held a World Championship.” She pauses briefly, just enough so she can turn around and step up to the big man in front of her. He looks down on her, a cocky smirk on his lips, but Kyra only smiles. “And I’ve decided that that ends with you. Sure I didn’t have to pick you, the other choices aren’t bad ones in the slightest… But you just look so punchable and I figure, why not? I’m here for the challenge and there’s no bigger challenge than you.. And my first world championship reign.”
The crowd claps as Kyra steps up even closer, not put off one bit by the towering man in front of her. “Your days are numbered, big guy, so enjoy that belt while you can because it’s gonna be coming home to Mama soon.”
The crowd erupts as Kyra drops the mic and the two share an intense staredown and a few less than kind words before Kyra pushes past Axel and leaves the ring.