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PRE SHOW SEGMENT
The camera opens with a wide shot of the vibrant Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, filled with excited fans holding signs and cheering. The AAW pre-show stage is set outside, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan sit at the desk, ready to engage with the audience.
Ray Carter: “Welcome, AAW fans, to the Friday Night Impact pre-show! We’re coming to you live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, and the energy here is electric! I’m Ray Carter, alongside my partner Jay Walker and the always insightful Alyssa Morgan. We’ve got a lot to discuss tonight, but before we dive into the matches, let’s talk about some of the hottest stories brewing in AAW.”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray! The tension between Anthony King and Nicky Douché has been simmering since day one, and it’s really starting to boil over. These two can’t seem to stay out of each other’s way, and it’s making for some must-see drama!”
Alyssa Morgan: “Right? It all came to a head during the last Friday Night Impact with that massive brawl in the parking lot. It was chaos! You could feel the animosity between them, and with Nicky Douché now positioned for a title shot, the stakes couldn’t be higher.”
Ray Carter: “Exactly, Alyssa. Nicky has a huge opportunity tonight, but that past brawl leaves us wondering—how much of his focus will be on the championship, and how much will it be on Anthony King? These two are like oil and water, and every time they’re in the same building, sparks fly.”
Jay Walker: “And let’s not forget about the mind games. Nicky’s confidence has been through the roof lately, but King has a way of getting under his skin. It’ll be interesting to see how that affects Nicky’s mindset heading into the main event.”
Alyssa Morgan: “You know, it’s also worth mentioning that this rivalry goes beyond just personal animosity. There’s a lot of pride at stake here, and I wouldn’t be surprised if King tries to make a statement tonight, especially with the main event so close at hand.”
Ray Carter: “Definitely, and the back-and-forth between them has captivated fans. The storyline has been evolving, and it’s added so much intrigue to the show. I can’t wait to see how it unfolds tonight.”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely. The intensity is palpable, and you know the fans are hungry for more. The tension leading up to this match is going to make it one of the highlights of the night, even if they’re not directly involved in each other’s matches.”
Alyssa Morgan: “And with both of them known for their unpredictability, you can bet anything could happen. It’ll be fascinating to watch.”
Ray Carter: “We’re just scratching the surface, folks! Stay with us as we continue to discuss all the burning topics in AAW leading up to Friday Night Impact! The atmosphere is electric, and we’re just getting started!”
The camera pans over the cheering crowd as the pre-show continues, building excitement for the night ahead. The camera returns to the pre-show desk, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan continue to discuss the unfolding drama in AAW.
Ray Carter: “Now, let’s shift our focus to Koa ‘The Destroyer’ Tautala. Since his loss to Ken in the United States tournament, Koa has been a ticking time bomb. He’s been out of control, and his actions have raised serious concerns among the AAW roster and management.”
Jay Walker: “That’s right, Ray. After losing that match, it seems like Koa has spiraled into this aggressive, almost reckless behavior. We saw it firsthand during the last Friday Night Impact when he attacked Karly Ward’s do-boy. That wasn’t just a beatdown; it was a statement, and it sent shockwaves through the locker room.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Absolutely. Koa’s been on a warpath, and you have to wonder how much of this is frustration from that loss. It’s like he’s taken out his anger on anyone who crosses his path. And now, with a World Heavyweight Championship match looming, it begs the question—what’s going to happen if he doesn’t get the title?”
Ray Carter: “That’s the million-dollar question, Alyssa. Shaun Hart’s decision to give Koa a title shot seems like a double-edged sword. On one hand, it might quell his destructive tendencies, but on the other, if Koa doesn’t walk out as champion, who knows what kind of chaos he could unleash?”
Jay Walker: “Exactly, Ray. It’s a gamble for Shaun, but at the same time, you can understand the logic. If giving Koa a shot at the title means we can avoid further destruction, it might just be worth it. But Koa is unpredictable, and we’ve seen him lash out before—especially after setbacks.”
Alyssa Morgan: “The stakes are high tonight. Koa not only wants to reclaim his status but also to make a statement. If he loses, it could be catastrophic for everyone involved. I just hope that the presence of Kyra Davison as the special guest referee will help keep things in check, but with someone like Koa, you never know.”
Ray Carter: “Definitely, and with Nicky Douché and Axel Shaw in the mix, it’s going to be a powder keg of emotions. The last thing we want is for Koa to snap and take out his frustrations on his opponents or anyone else in the vicinity.”
Jay Walker: “The unpredictability surrounding Koa adds an extra layer of drama to the main event. We’re all on the edge of our seats wondering how it’s going to play out tonight.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Exactly! With tensions running high, anything can happen. I just hope the AAW roster is ready for the potential fallout.”
Ray Carter: “We’ll see how it unfolds tonight! As we continue to build toward the show, stay tuned for more analysis and breakdowns of the unfolding stories here at AAW!”
The camera captures the crowd’s energy, with fans eagerly anticipating the night’s events as the pre-show continues. The camera zooms back in on the pre-show desk, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan are ready to delve into the ongoing tension in AAW.
Ray Carter: “Now, let’s talk about the brewing tension between AAW General Manager Shaun Hart and the reigning Intercontinental Champion, Mac Bane. It’s clear from last Friday Night Impact that there’s a history between these two, and it’s anything but friendly.”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray. The disdain Shaun has for Mac is palpable. During the last show, you could see it in Shaun’s body language—he’s not thrilled about having Mac as one of his champions. It’s like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to make things difficult for him.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Right? Mac Bane has been a formidable champion, but Shaun’s past with him seems to cloud his judgment. You can’t help but wonder if Shaun is going to use his power to make Mac’s title reign a living nightmare. It’s an interesting dynamic, considering how champions are usually supported by management.”
Ray Carter: “It’s definitely unusual, especially when you consider that champions typically have the backing of the GM. But Shaun’s history with Mac suggests that he may be looking for opportunities to undermine him or perhaps even provoke him into making mistakes.”
Jay Walker: “And that’s what makes this situation so volatile. Mac has proven himself time and again in the ring, but if he’s constantly looking over his shoulder, wondering what Shaun might do next, it could affect his performance.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Exactly. It’s like Shaun is playing mind games with Mac, and that psychological warfare could have serious repercussions in the ring. The question is, how will Mac respond to Shaun’s antics? Will he rise above it, or will it get to him?”
Ray Carter: “If Shaun decides to put obstacles in Mac’s path, it could lead to a very turbulent title reign. We’ve already seen how emotional Mac can get, especially when it comes to defending his championship. Shaun could very well exploit that.”
Jay Walker: “And with a major title match coming up tonight against ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page, Mac needs to focus on retaining his championship. If he allows the tension with Shaun to distract him, it could cost him dearly.”
Alyssa Morgan: “There’s a lot on the line for Mac tonight. If he wants to maintain his status as champion, he’ll have to navigate not only the challenges in the ring but also the looming shadow of Shaun Hart. It’s a precarious position for sure.”
Ray Carter: “This rivalry adds another layer of intrigue to the show. The tension between the GM and the champion could turn into a significant storyline in AAW. We’ll have to keep a close eye on how it develops tonight!”
The camera pans to the audience, capturing their excitement as they anticipate the unfolding drama in the arena.
The camera returns to the pre-show desk, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan are ready to discuss the match card for the evening.
Ray Carter: “Alright, folks, it’s time to dive into the match card for tonight’s Friday Night Impact! We have a packed lineup that promises to deliver some incredible action. Let’s start with the first match on the card: the Intercontinental Championship clash between ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page and the champion, Mac Bane.”
Jay Walker: “This one is going to be a thriller! Mac Bane is a tough competitor, but Summer has been on a roll lately. I think she has the tools to pull off an upset. I’m picking Summer Page to win the title!
Alyssa Morgan: “I respect your choice, Jay, but I’m going with Mac Bane. He’s proven himself time and again, and with the stakes as high as they are, I think he’ll rise to the occasion and retain his championship.”
Ray Carter: “I’m leaning toward Mac Bane too, but it wouldn’t shock me if Summer pulls off the victory. Moving on to our second match: TJ Alexander vs. John Blade. Both men are talented, but I feel like TJ has the edge here. I’m picking him to win.”
Jay Walker: “I have to agree with you, Ray. TJ has been impressive lately, and I think he’ll be able to outmaneuver John Blade. I’m going with TJ as well.”
Alyssa Morgan: “I’m feeling a bit bold today, so I’ll go with John Blade for the upset! He has the agility to surprise TJ, and I think he’s due for a big win.”
Ray Carter: “I like it! Now, let’s move on to our triple threat match: Noah ‘The Nomad’ Stroud vs. Jack ‘Ironman’ Stanton vs. Tracy Cage. This one is sure to be chaotic!”
Jay Walker: “You’re right about that! I’m excited to see how these three styles clash. I’m going with Jack. He has the experience and versatility to come out on top in a triple threat.”
Alyssa Morgan: “I’m going to take a chance and pick Noah. He’s got that determination, and I believe he’s ready to prove himself tonight.”
Ray Carter: “I’m going with Tracy Cage. She was impressive in her debut match , and I think she has the skills to be able to capitalize on the chaos of a triple threat. Now, let’s move to our fourth match: Latoya Hixx vs. Jack Taylor.
Jay Walker: “This is a clash of styles! I’m picking Latoya Hixx to win. She has the speed and athleticism to outmatch Jack Taylor.”
Alyssa Morgan: “I think Jack Taylor will take this one. He’s resilient and can adapt his strategy mid-match. I see him pulling off a victory tonight.”
Ray Carter: “Great picks! Next up, we have Thaddeus Duke taking on Ace Sky. This one should be another intense battle.”
Jay Walker: “I’m going with Thaddeus Duke. He’s got that championship pedigree and experience. Plus he's looking to keep his momentum up as he heads towards his United States Championship match at Ascension,I think he’ll prove too much for Ace.
Alyssa Morgan: “I’ll side with Ace Sky on this one! He’s a veteran, and I believe he has what it takes to pull off the upset.
Ray Carter: “Now, let’s move to the main event! It’s a triple threat match for the World Heavyweight Championship featuring Koa ‘The Destroyer’ Tautala, Nicky Douché, and the champion, Axel Shaw, with Kyra Davison as the special guest referee.”
Jay Walker: “This main event is going to be explosive! I’m picking Koa to take the championship. He’s on a mission, and I think his aggression will pay off tonight.
Alyssa Morgan: “I have to go with Axel Shaw to retain. He’s been a fighting champion and knows how to navigate the chaos of a triple threat match.”
Ray Carter: “I’m torn, but I’m leaning towards Nicky Douché. He’s been hungry for that title, and this could be his moment. But let’s not forget, whoever wins tonight will face Kyra Davison at the upcoming PPV. That adds a whole new layer to the equation!”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely! Kyra could have a huge impact on the outcome of that match, especially with the tension surrounding Koa and Nicky. It’s going to be fascinating to see how that dynamic plays out.”
Alyssa Morgan: “No doubt about it. The winner of the main event will have a lot to think about as they prepare to face Kyra. It’s all shaping up to be a thrilling night!”
Ray Carter: “Well, that wraps up our analysis of tonight’s matches! Stay tuned as we gear up for an unforgettable Friday Night Impact! The energy here in the arena is electric, and we can’t wait to get things started!”
The camera captures the excited crowd, and the anticipation builds as the pre-show continues.
SHOW OPENING
The camera pans over the packed arena, the lights dimming for just a moment before an explosion of pyro shoots up from the stage, filling the arena with thunderous noise and bright flashes of color. The crowd erupts as the official theme song blasts through the speakers, and the lights flash in sync with the beat. Fans are on their feet, waving signs and cheering for their favorite wrestlers.
Signs like “Mac Bane’s the Man!” and “Summer Page: The Queen of AAW” stand tall in the audience, while others hold up signs supporting “The Underdog Jack Taylor” and “Koa The Destroyer.One fan even has a sign that reads “Thaddeus Duke = GOAT,” Aleo see a couple signs that's signs Axel Shaw is my World Champion, couple more signs are shows as we see a Nicky Douché for President, Tracy Cage is a star, I walk with Noah "The Nomad", Im a Game Changer With TJ Alexander. The fans showing their excitement for the stacked card tonight. As the pyro settles, the camera zooms in on the entrance ramp, giving the audience a final burst of excitement before transitioning to the commentary table.
Ray Carter: Welcome everyone to Friday Night Impact, and what a show we have lined up for you tonight! The Intercontinental Championship is on the line with Summer Page challenging Mac Bane, and in our main event, the World Heavyweight Championship will be decided in a massive Triple Threat match with Kyra Davison as the special guest referee!”
Jay Walker: “That’s right, Ray! Plus, TJ Alexander takes on John Blade, and we’ve got an intense Triple Threat Match featuring Noah Stroud, Jack Stanton, and Tracy Cage! Latoya Hixx vs Jack Taylor will be another heated contest, and don’t forget about Thaddeus Duke squaring off with Ace Sky!”
Ray Carter: “It’s a night you don’t want to miss, folks! But first, let’s get right into the action. The Intercontinental Championship is up for grabs, and we’re kicking things off with Summer Page versus Mac Bane!”
The camera shifts to the ring as the crowd’s excitement builds, ready for the first match of the night.
SEGMENT
Instagram Live
“Spoiled: Summer Page is walking through the backstage area of the Crypto.Com Arena.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:As I make my way to the Gorilla Position I can’t help but think about Mac’s words that I am nothing more than a pawn. Or as you call it a shot fired straight from the Book of Bane.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:I can truly appreciate your confidence and that you and Shaun are in some sort of squabble. Does it bother me that I’ve been put into this situation? Would you be if the roles were reversed?
Summer pauses,smiles, and shakes her head.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:I didn’t think so. You would just be pleased to have this opportunity. But what is actually going on is that you and Shaun have beef. As you can imagine, Mac, while I have all the respect for you in the world I actually don’t care what is going on between you two. That’s none of my business. What is my business though is you and I in between those AAW ropes from bell to bell. So you two can focus on your pissing contest while I focus on the AAW Intercontinental Championship. But don’t let that skewed focus of yours get your vision twisted to where you refuse to see that I’m not the pawn that you want me to be but the queen I actually am.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:Obviously I’m not a psychic like so many of our counterparts pretend to be so will I win tonight? I don’t know but what I do know is that I want that Intercontinental Championship badly and I will bust my ass to walk out of here tonight as the new champion. Then you and Shaun can be left to your own devices so you can each go back to your pissing contest.
Summer hands her cellphone to her boyfriend Craig. They give each other a quick peck on the lips. Craig wishes Summer luck as Summer walks away and suddenly the Live feed is shut off.
Match One
Intercontinental Championship
Standard Singles Match
“Spoiled” Summer Page vs Mac Bane ©
The camera pans across the Crypto.com Arena as the crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the opening match of the night. “S&M” by Rihanna hits the speakers, and the crowd cheers loudly as Summer Page makes her way down the aisle, looking as confident as ever.
Jazmine Sparks: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, from New York, weighing in at 120 pounds… ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page!”
Summer walks gracefully to the ring, pausing to raise her arms in acknowledgment of the cheering fans. She motions for the referee to open the ropes for her, and she smoothly enters the ring, climbing the middle turnbuckle and soaking in the adoration of the crowd.
Ray Carter: “Summer Page looks focused and determined tonight, Jay. She’s held titles all over the world, but this is her first shot at the Intercontinental Championship here in AAW!”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray. Summer’s technical wrestling is second to none, and if anyone can give Mac Bane a run for his money, it’s her. But let’s not forget, she’s facing a man who’s not just bigger and stronger, but meaner.”
Suddenly, the arena goes dark as “The Enemy” by Godsmack blasts over the speakers. Mac Bane steps onto the stage, the spotlight highlighting his massive frame. The crowd erupts into boos, and garbage is thrown toward the ramp as Mac stands unphased, raising his arms in the “Hook’em Horns” gesture.
Jazmine Sparks: “And her opponent, from Port Arthur, Texas, weighing in at 280 pounds… he is the Intercontinental Champion, Mac Bane!”
Mac walks methodically down the ramp, the ringposts shooting out pyro as he makes his way inside. He removes his duster and hat, staring down Summer Page with an intense focus.
Ray Carter: “Mac Bane is a mountain of a man and a force to be reckoned with. This is his first title defense since winning the Intercontinental Championship, and he’s got a lot to prove.”
Jay Walker: “No doubt, but the interesting thing here is that Mac Bane’s power will be tested by Summer Page’s technical precision. This is going to be a chess match.”
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both competitors step toward the center of the ring, locking eyes. The atmosphere is tense as they circle each other, testing the waters before Mac goes in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Summer ducks underneath and slips around, locking in a quick waist lock. Mac powers out, throwing her off, but Summer bounces back and catches him in a side headlock.
Ray Carter: “And here we go! Summer Page already trying to outmaneuver the bigger Mac Bane with that headlock.”
Jay Walker: She’s gotta use her speed and technical skills to counteract his power, Ray. She’s doing exactly that.
Mac shoves Summer into the ropes, but as she rebounds, she catches him with a quick arm drag, sending him to the mat. Mac quickly gets back to his feet, but Summer’s already behind him, locking in a standing armbar. Mac grits his teeth and tries to power out, but Summer applies more pressure, twisting the arm tightly.
Ray Carter: “Beautiful armbar by Summer Page! She’s got Mac Bane in a tight hold, and she’s looking to wear him down early.”
Jay Walker: “Smart strategy. If she can neutralize that arm, she’ll take away a lot of Mac’s power moves.”
Mac manages to roll through, reversing the armbar and transitioning into a hammerlock. He lifts Summer off her feet briefly before placing her back down, showcasing his strength. Summer winces but quickly rolls out of the hold, transitioning into a wrist lock of her own. The crowd pops as the two continue to exchange technical holds.
Ray Carter: “Both of these competitors showing off their technical prowess here in the early goings. No one’s going for the pin yet, they’re just feeling each other out.”
Jay Walker: “This is classic wrestling, Ray. They know it’s not about rushing; it’s about wearing your opponent down and waiting for the perfect opportunity.”
Summer breaks the wrist lock and quickly catches Mac in a front facelock, twisting him to the ground into a grounded headlock. Mac powers out, pushing her into the corner. He backs off for a moment, smirking as he rubs his neck.
Ray Carter: “Mac Bane giving Summer Page a bit of respect there, knowing she’s going to make him work for every inch in this match.”
Jay Walker: “He’s not used to being outwrestled like this. You can see it on his face—he’s sizing her up, trying to figure out the best way to overpower her.”
Mac lunges forward, looking for a clothesline, but Summer ducks it, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a high knee that stuns the big man. She quickly follows it up with a Snap German Suplex, sending Mac crashing to the mat!
Ray Carter: “What a Snap German Suplex! Summer Page just took Mac Bane off his feet!”
Jay Walker: “That’s what Summer does best—precision, speed, and technique. Mac Bane didn’t see that coming.”
Mac quickly gets back to his feet, shaking off the suplex. He’s visibly irritated now as he moves in for another lock-up, but Summer ducks again, this time going for a Tilt-A-Whirl into a Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd pops again as Summer continues to control the pace.
Ray Carter: “Summer Page is in control here! She’s taking Mac Bane to school with these holds and counters.”
Jay Walker: “But how long can she keep this up? Mac Bane’s a tank, and all he needs is one big move to turn the tide.”
The match continues with both competitors trading holds and counters, neither willing to give an inch. Summer Page keeps Mac Bane grounded with her technical prowess, while Mac is biding his time, looking for his moment to strike, The pace begins to quicken as both wrestlers get back to their feet, breathing a little heavier now. Mac Bane charges at Summer, looking to use his size and strength to turn the tide. Summer ducks under a wild clothesline attempt, bouncing off the ropes to build momentum. She leaps toward Mac, attempting a Springboard DDT but Mac catches her in mid-air!
Ray Carter: “Oh, Mac Bane just caught her like she weighs nothing!”
Jay Walker: “This is what I was talking about, Ray! Mac’s size and power are a game-changer Summer needs to get out of this situation fast.”
Mac grins, showcasing his strength by holding Summer in position for a moment. He plants her hard on the mat with a spine-shaking Sidewalk Slam. Summer winces in pain as Mac gets back to his feet, his expression now more intense as he starts to impose his will. Mac drags Summer back to her feet, locking her into a front facelock and lifting her up for a suplex. He holds her in the air, showcasing his raw strength, but as he’s about to bring her down, Summer shifts her weight, sliding behind him! She rolls him up into a quick Sunset Flip attempt, not going for the pin, but transitioning into a lightning-fast dropkick to the face!
Ray Carter: “Wow! Did you see how quick Summer was there? Beautiful escape into a dropkick!”
Jay Walker: “That’s the speed difference, Ray! Summer’s not backing down from Mac’s power she’s using her agility to stay a step ahead!”
Summer capitalizes on the opening, hitting a running High Knee to Mac’s jaw as he gets to one knee. Mac stumbles but doesn’t fall. Summer bounces off the ropes and nails him with a Snap Suplex, showing incredible technique by using his own momentum against him! Mac rolls out of the suplex, shaking his head, visibly irritated as he rises. Summer tries to stay on him, but Mac catches her with a stiff elbow to the midsection, stopping her momentum. He grabs her and tosses her into the corner with a punishing Irish Whip, the impact echoing through the Crypto.com Arena as Summer crumples into the turnbuckle. Mac follows up, charging at Summer with a massive Clothesline in the corner, flattening her against the turnbuckle. Summer gasps for air, her body slumping as Mac pulls her into the center of the ring and lifts her up for a Powerslam. He pauses for a moment, taunting the crowd with a grin before driving her down hard into the mat.
Ray Carter: “Huge Powerslam from the champion! Mac Bane is taking control of this match!”
Jay Walker: “He’s slowing it down now, turning this into a power game. If Summer doesn’t get back to that speed and technique, Mac’s gonna bulldoze her.”
Mac grabs Summer’s leg, looking to lock in the Cloverleaf, trying to wear her down with his submission prowess. He flips her over, but Summer, showing incredible ring awareness, manages to twist her body and kick Mac away before he can fully lock in the hold. She scrambles to her feet, favoring her back, but she’s not done yet. Summer springs back into action, ducking another attempt at a Clothesline and hitting Mac with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT! The crowd pops as Mac’s head spikes into the mat, giving Summer a moment to regroup. Both competitors are down momentarily, the crowd roaring in anticipation as the match reaches a critical point. Summer slowly gets to her feet first, while Mac shakes the cobwebs, rising with a bit more frustration in his movements. The two stare each other down, neither willing to give an inch as they prepare for the next exchange.
Ray Carter: “This match has been an absolute battle! Both Mac Bane and Summer Page are pulling out all the stops in this technical war!”
Jay Walker: “They’re both showing why they’re considered legends, Ray. It’s gonna come down to who can capitalize on that one mistake!”
The action is picking up, with both wrestlers now trading quicker strikes and counters, Mac trying to keep control with his power while Summer does everything in her ability to outsmart and outmaneuver him. As both competitors regain their footing, the intensity in the Crypto.com Arena builds. Summer Page takes a deep breath, knowing she needs to keep the pace fast to stay ahead of the powerful Mac Bane. She feints a charge, causing Mac to lunge forward with a big boot, but she rolls underneath, popping up behind him and hitting a quick Chick Kick to the side of his head! The crowd erupts as Mac stumbles to one knee. Summer rushes toward the ropes, using her speed to build momentum, but as she rebounds, Mac explodes to his feet and catches her mid-run with a thunderous Running High Knee that stops her in her tracks. The impact echoes through the arena as Summer crumples to the mat, clutching her chest.
Ray Carter: “What a shot! Mac Bane just floored Summer with that knee, and you could hear the impact all the way up here!”
Jay Walker: “That’s the danger with Mac. It only takes one of those big strikes to completely change the complexion of this match!”
Mac wastes no time, grabbing Summer and hoisting her up for a massive Suplex. He holds her high in the air for a moment, showing off his strength before slamming her down hard. Summer arches her back in pain as Mac goes back to work, dragging her to the center of the ring and attempting to lock in the Cloverleaf once again.
Ray Carter: “He’s going back to that Cloverleaf! If he locks this in, it could be all over for Summer Page!”
But Summer, showing her grit and determination, fights against Mac’s grip. She claws at the mat, desperately trying to prevent him from turning her over. With one final burst of energy, she manages to flip onto her back and kick Mac square in the chest, sending him stumbling backward!
Jay Walker: “What a counter! Summer’s not done yet, she refuses to let Mac get that Cloverleaf locked in!”
Summer quickly gets to her feet, favoring her back but determined to keep the fight going. She charges at Mac and leaps into the air, nailing him with a Springboard DDT! Mac’s head crashes into the mat, and the crowd is on their feet, sensing the momentum shift. Summer scrambles to her feet, the adrenaline pumping as she spots her opportunity. She climbs to the top turnbuckle, steadying herself as the crowd rises in anticipation. She leaps off, going for a diving crossbody, but Mac catches her mid-air! With a roar, Mac transitions into a brutal Fallaway Slam, sending Summer flying across the ring! Mac stalks toward Summer, looking to finish things as he pulls her up by the hair, a menacing scowl on his face. But Summer, showing her quick thinking, drops down and grabs Mac’s leg, rolling him up into a Single Leg Crab! The crowd pops huge as Summer twists and cranks on the hold, trying to wear down the bigger man.
Ray Carter: “Summer’s got the Single Leg Crab locked in! She’s turning the tables here!”
Jay Walker: “That’s a brilliant move! She’s targeting the legs, trying to chop the big man down to size!”
Mac grits his teeth, the pain evident on his face, but he starts to crawl toward the ropes. Using his sheer strength, he drags both himself and Summer closer, eventually grabbing the bottom rope to force a break. The referee steps in, forcing Summer to let go, but she knows she can’t give him any room to recover. Summer waits for Mac to rise, bouncing off the ropes again to gain speed. As Mac turns around, Summer leaps for a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors, but Mac powers through and counters by slamming her into the mat with a Reverse STO! Summer hits hard, her momentum finally halted by the champion’s brute force.
Jay Walker: “What a counter by Mac! He just flattened Summer with that Reverse STO, and now he’s got control again!”
Ray Carter: “Every time Summer builds momentum, Mac seems to have an answer. This is a championship-level match if I’ve ever seen one!”
Both competitors are down again, breathing heavily, as the crowd continues to cheer them on. The energy in the arena is electric as Mac slowly pulls himself to his feet, while Summer, showing the heart of a true fighter, begins to stir as well. The battle is far from over, and the fans can feel that something big is coming next. As Mac Bane slowly gets to his feet, the aura of dominance begins to take over the arena. The crowd, still buzzing from the back-and-forth action, senses the tide turning in favor of the champion. Summer Page stirs on the mat, but as she tries to rise, Mac’s shadow looms over her, a stark reminder of the power disadvantage she faces.
Ray Carter: You can feel it now, Jay. Mac Bane is in control, and that’s bad news for Summer Page. She’s put up one hell of a fight, but the champion looks like he’s ready to take over.
Jay Walker: “He’s a mountain of a man, Ray. When Mac gets rolling like this, it’s hard to stop him.”
Mac yanks Summer off the mat with authority, lifting her with ease into a massive Bearhug. He squeezes tightly, showcasing his brute strength as Summer gasps in pain, her arms flailing as she tries to find an escape. The crowd starts to rally behind her, but Mac cinches in the hold even tighter, using every ounce of his 280-pound frame to crush her midsection. Summer’s face is etched with pain, but she refuses to quit. With the crowd urging her on, she begins hammering elbows into Mac’s head, each strike weakening his grip little by little. She finally lands a sharp elbow to his temple, forcing Mac to release her. Summer drops to the mat, gasping for air, but Mac isn’t about to give her any room to recover. Before Summer can even gather herself, Mac grabs her by the arm and whips her hard into the corner. The impact rattles the ring, and as Summer slumps against the turnbuckle, Mac charges in with a full head of steam, crashing into her with a devastating Clothesline. The force of the blow nearly sends Summer over the top rope, but she hangs on, dazed and wobbly.
Jay Walker: “That’s like getting hit by a freight train! Mac Bane’s unleashing his full power now!”
Ray Carter: “Summer’s got heart, but she’s in deep waters now. Mac’s not letting up.”
Mac pulls her from the corner and lifts her high into the air for a Vertical Suplex. He holds her up, showing off his strength as the crowd watches in awe. After a few long moments, he slams her down hard into the mat, the ring shaking from the impact. Summer arches her back in agony, but Mac is relentless, immediately rolling her over into a Boston Crab, sitting deep to apply maximum pressure. Despite the pain, Summer refuses to tap out. Her resilience shines through as she claws at the mat, desperately trying to inch her way toward the ropes. The crowd chants her name, willing her to fight through the pain. Slowly but surely, she inches closer, Mac shouting for her to give up as he leans back even further. With one last push, Summer grabs the bottom rope! The referee immediately calls for the break, and Mac is forced to release the hold.
Ray Carter: “She made it! Summer Page somehow found a way to the ropes, and she’s still in this match!”
Jay Walker: “That was pure willpower, Ray. Mac Bane had her locked in, but Summer just refuses to stay down!”
Frustration flashes across Mac’s face as he hauls Summer back to her feet. He hoists her up for a Powerbomb, but Summer, showing her resilience, begins hammering punches into Mac’s head. Mac stumbles, losing his balance, and Summer counters with a Hurricanrana, sending Mac crashing to the mat! The crowd explodes as Summer fights her way back into the match. Both wrestlers are down on the mat, breathing heavily as the crowd rallies behind Summer. Mac is the first to stir, shaking off the effects of the Hurricanrana, but Summer, despite the punishment she’s taken, pushes herself up as well. The two lock eyes, and the tension in the arena builds as they prepare for the next exchange. Mac, shaking off the damage, charges at Summer, looking for a big clothesline. But Summer ducks at the last second, bounces off the ropes, and comes flying back with a High Knee that rocks the big man! Mac staggers back, dazed, but still on his feet. Summer doesn’t waste any time, using her speed to keep him off balance, hitting him with a Snap Suplex out of nowhere!
Ray Carter: “Snap Suplex! Summer Page is showing everyone she can hang with the champion!”
Jay Walker: “She’s got to stay on him, Ray. Mac’s not going to stay down for long—she needs to find a way to put him away!”
Summer, fueled by the crowd’s energy, pulls Mac up, trying to maintain the momentum, but the powerful champion isn’t done yet. Mac shoves her away and nails her with a vicious Forearm Strike, dropping her to one knee. He follows up with a brutal Elbow Drop from the middle rope, crushing Summer beneath his weight. Mac stands tall, surveying the damage as Summer struggles to pull herself up using the ropes. The crowd watches in anticipation, wondering if she has anything left to give in this brutal battle. Mac watches Summer struggling to her feet, clearly battered but still determined. With a grim look, he steps back, sizing her up. The crowd is on edge as Mac charges forward, delivering his devastating finisher Blunt Force Trauma a vicious Knee Trembler that connects perfectly with Summer’s jaw. She collapses to the mat, completely motionless.
Mac hooks the leg for the pin, and the referee slides into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner and still the AAW Intercontinental Champion, Max Bane!!!!!
The bell rings, and the arena fills with a mix of cheers and boos as Mac rises to his feet, raising his arms in victory. The ring announcer declares him still the Intercontinental Champion, his title gleaming in the spotlight as he stands tall over his fallen opponent, having successfully defended his championship.
SEGMENT
Backstage at Gorilla position, Shaun Hart waits alone, arms crossed, watching the monitor. The crowd can still be heard reacting to the conclusion of the match where Mac Bane successfully retained the Intercontinental Championship against Summer Page. The curtain rustles, and Mac Bane steps through, still catching his breath, the Intercontinental Championship proudly draped over his shoulder.
Mac stops in front of Shaun, who offers a slow, calculating smile. Mac raises the title high, his eyes locked on Shaun.
Mac Bane: Line them up, Shaun. I’ll take them right back down again.
Shaun chuckles, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Shaun Hart: Oh, don’t worry, Mac. You’ll find out on the next Impact who you’ll be facing at Ascension with that championship on the line.”
Mac smirks, holding the title up one more time before walking off, leaving Shaun with a sly smile as the camera fades.
SEGMENT
The arena is buzzing as Anthony King’s theme music blares through the speakers. He walks out with purpose, microphone in hand, eyes locked on the ring. The crowd knows what’s coming and the energy builds as King steps between the ropes, pacing like a predator.
Anthony King: “Since day one, Nicky Douché and I have been at each other’s throats. From the very first show of AAW, we’ve been tearing into each other, trying to prove who’s the top dog around here. And just two weeks ago, we almost tore the whole place apart when we tried to end each other in the parking lot. Fists flying, bodies crashing into cars, security barely able to pull us apart—hell, they might as well have let us finish what we started right then and there.
King pauses, letting the memory sink in for the crowd, his eyes narrowing with intensity.
Anthony King: But see, Nicky, it doesn’t matter how many times we go to war, because this thing between us? It’s far from over. You think because you might be gunning for that World Championship, you’re out of my reach? Nah, you couldn’t be more wrong. When you look at that belt, you better see my face right behind it, because if, if you get your hands on it, I’m going to be the first man in line to take you down. Champion or not, it makes no difference to me.
The crowd starts chanting King’s name, rallying behind him as his voice grows stronger.
Anthony King: So go ahead, chase your dreams, Nicky. Win that title, put it on your shoulder, walk around like you’re untouchable. But know this… no matter where you go, no matter how high you climb, I’m coming for you. And win or lose, it won’t change the fact that you’re gonna see me again, real soon. And when you do, there won’t be any cars, no security, nothing to stop me from giving you the beating you deserve.
King glares directly into the camera, sending a final message to Nicky Douché.
Anthony King: Remember this, Nicky,your story might be about championships, but mine is about breaking you. And when the dust settles, the name everyone’s gonna remember is Anthony King.
The crowd erupts into cheers as King drops the mic and stares down the hard camera, his message loud and clear.
SEGMENT
The scene fades inside a luxury box at the Crypto.Com Arena, where the duo of Just Cause and Julio sit on a comfortable couch looking down upon the bottom feeders of the wrestling industry. Just Cause stands to his feet before addressing the camera.
Just Cause- “What a joke this is turning into. Julio, why am I not booked to compete tonight?”
Julio stands up as he answers.
Julio- “Because AAW wants to ensure everyone has an opportunity to shine.”
Just Cause- “Incorrect.”
Just Cause directs his attention toward Julio.
Just Cause- “It’s because the brass has been nothing but disrespectful toward me because when you look at the AAW Roster there isn’t a bigger name, there isn’t a bigger presence, and there isn’t anyone that can hold a candle to what I bring to the table.”
Just Cause turns and gazes back into the lens of the camera.
Just Cause- “It’s outright insulting to me to be bypassed for glorified midcarders to bore me but the entire audience to death with lackluster promos and matches when you got me sitting up here in a luxury box.”
Julio- “He’s got a point.”
Just Cause- “And unlike the fools on this roster allow me to utilize this time given to me by Shaun Hart to pass along USEFUL information versus wasting your time like so many others have already done on this show.
Just Cause smacks Julio on the right shoulder.
Just Cause- “Tell them.”
Julio nods.
Julio- “On the off chance you’ve not been paying attention, my client isn’t here to be in the middle of the pack. Just Cause is the guy who was overlooked for the Heavyweight Championship Scramble Match. That is where his attention is centered, and with that being said Just Cause is officially withdrawing from the United States Championship match at Ascension because his eyes are on a much bigger prize than a fourth-tier Championship. Thaddeus and Ken can fight over those table scraps all day long.
Just Cause- “That’s right. I don’t care about being anything but the best. This is why I’m issuing a challenge to you, Mr. Shaw. 2 weeks from tonight why don’t you step inside the ring with me and show me why you are the AAW Heavyweight Champion because from where I’m sitting you aren’t anything more than a transitional champion until that strap is around my waist. I would issue the challenge for a title match, but we all know you won’t do that. Right? As for you, Kyra, should you leave Ascension with that title around your waist… I got next. Keep it warm for me.”
Just Cause finishes things out.
Just Cause- “What’s it going to be, Axel? Do you have the balls to put up or will you sit on the sidelines and shut up?”
Julio- “We await your response, chump.”
Match Two
Standard Singles Match
TJ Alexander vs John Blade
Jazmine Sparks: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 188 pounds… TJ Alexander!”
As the lights dim and the first chords of “The Touch” by Stan Bush blast through the Crypto.com Arena, the crowd erupts. A spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp as TJ Alexander bursts out, full of energy. He raises both arms to hype up the fans, pointing to his chest with confidence. His sleek, athletic frame is showcased as he jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way. Upon entering the ring, he ascends the turnbuckle, spreading his arms wide as the lights flash in sync with his music, showing off his confidence and precision.
Jazmine Sparks: “And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 261 pounds… John Blade!”
The familiar beats of John Blade’s theme hit, and the crowd roars. Blade steps out wearing his trademark ball cap and dog tags, a towel draped over his neck. He salutes the crowd at the top of the ramp before running down, sliding into the ring with a burst of energy. After tossing his hat into the audience, he poses on the ropes, flexing and grinning at the fans.
Ray Carter: “This is going to be a classic clash of styles here tonight, Jay. TJ Alexander, a technical wizard with an arsenal of suplexes and fast-paced offense, going up against the powerhouse, John Blade, who’s a brawler through and through!”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray. TJ’s going to need all that speed and technical prowess to counter Blade’s sheer strength. You’ve got the technician versus the tank here!”
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both competitors circle the ring cautiously, eyeing each other. They tie up, with John Blade immediately using his size and power advantage to push TJ into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Blade steps back cleanly, but TJ Alexander charges out with a quick European uppercut that snaps Blade’s head back.
Ray Carter: “TJ starting fast with that uppercut! He’s got to use those quick strikes to stay in control.”
Jay Walker: “He needs to keep moving if he doesn’t want to get caught by Blade’s powerhouse offense.”
Blade shakes it off and rushes forward, but TJ ducks under a clothesline, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick, sending Blade stumbling back. TJ keeps up the pressure with a snap powerslam that rattles the ring.
Ray Carter: “Picture-perfect powerslam by Alexander! He’s not intimidated by Blade’s size at all.”
Jay Walker: “TJ’s got that confidence, Ray, but he’s got to stay focused. Blade can turn things around with just one big shot.”
As TJ goes for a running attack, Blade powers through with a huge running shoulder block, flattening Alexander. The impact echoes through the arena as Blade starts to take control, lifting TJ up and delivering a stiff sit-out hip toss.
Ray Carter: “There’s that power! John Blade turning the tide with one massive shoulder block, and now he’s in the driver’s seat!”
Jay Walker: “Blade’s got that brawler mentality. Once he’s got you down, it’s hard to get back up!”
Blade keeps up the assault, hitting a running leaping shoulder block followed by a diving leg drop that sends the crowd into a frenzy. He lifts TJ to his feet, but Alexander counters with a sharp elbow strike, followed by a lightning-quick snap suplex!
Ray Carter: “TJ Alexander with the suplex! He’s not backing down, he’s staying in this fight!”
Jay Walker: “This is back and forth, Ray! These two are going at it with everything they’ve got!”
Both men take a moment to recover, standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring. The match has been hard-hitting and evenly contested so far, with neither man looking ready to back down.
Ray Carter: “This is the kind of action we expect on Friday Night Impact, folks! Stay tuned because this one is far from over!”
As the crowd begins to rise in excitement, TJ Alexander is the first to strike, landing a series of jabs and forearms to Blade’s midsection. He hits the ropes again, gaining momentum, but Blade catches him with a Lou Thesz press, slamming him down hard. Blade rains down punches as the fans cheer. Blade pulls TJ up, setting him up for a running bulldog. He charges, but TJ slips out at the last second, sending Blade crashing into the turnbuckle. TJ immediately follows up with a springboard dropkick to Blade’s back, driving him chest-first into the corner. Blade stumbles backward, and TJ wastes no time, locking his arms around Blade’s waist and nailing a German suplex! Blade slowly gets to his feet, but TJ is right there, delivering a jumping arm-breaker that has Blade clutching his arm in pain. Sensing an opening, TJ continues to target the arm, hitting a quick Dragon screw and keeping Blade grounded. He transitions into a cross armbar, trying to wrench Blade’s arm and take away his power.
Ray Carter: “Smart strategy by Alexander, working the arm now. If Blade can’t use that strength, he’s in trouble!”
Jay Walker: “Blade’s got to find a way out of this hold fast! TJ is showing that technical expertise he’s known for.”
The crowd is fully invested as Blade grits his teeth, struggling to power out of the armbar. Using his strength, Blade manages to get his knees under him and lift TJ off the mat, deadlifting him up into the air! Blade slams TJ down with a powerbomb, breaking free of the hold.
Ray Carter: “What power from John Blade! He just muscled his way out of that submission with a thunderous powerbomb!”
Jay Walker: “That’s the thing about Blade—no matter how much pain he’s in, he can always turn things around with pure strength.”
Both men are down, taking a moment to recover. The fans are on their feet, clapping and cheering for both competitors. Slowly, they get to their feet, and Blade charges at TJ, but Alexander sidesteps, sending Blade into the ropes. As Blade rebounds, TJ catches him with a Sling-blade, bringing the big man down once again. With Blade down, TJ scales the turnbuckle, looking to hit something big. He leaps off with a missile dropkick, but Blade rolls out of the way just in time, and TJ crashes to the mat. Seizing the opportunity, Blade pulls himself up and lines up for a running shoulder block. He charges, but TJ rolls through and pops up, hitting a Snap DDT on Blade! The crowd is roaring as both men lay on the mat, the physical toll of the match evident. Blade slowly starts to stir, as does TJ, both men refusing to stay down.
Ray Carter: What a battle we’re witnessing here tonight on Impact! These two competitors are giving it everything they’ve got, and I don’t think either of them is willing to stay down just yet!”
The intensity in the arena grows as TJ Alexander starts to pull himself up first, his face shifting from concentration to frustration. He glares at John Blade, who’s still struggling to get to his feet. The crowd can sense a change in TJ’s demeanor as he begins to stalk Blade, showing more aggression.
Ray Carter: “Uh-oh, looks like TJ Alexander is starting to show some real animosity towards John Blade. He’s not just looking to win now, he’s looking to hurt Blade.”
Jay Walker: “That’s what happens when frustration sets in, Ray. TJ’s technical game has been on point, but Blade keeps getting back up, and it’s getting under Alexander’s skin.”
As Blade finally rises to his knees, TJ walks up and delivers a vicious slap across Blade’s face, the sound echoing through the arena. The crowd gasps, and Blade’s head snaps to the side. TJ, fueled by growing anger, follows it up with a series of stiff forearm shots, each one landing harder than the last. Blade tries to block, but TJ is relentless, grabbing Blade by the head and pulling him up to his feet. TJ delivers a knee to the gut, then hits a snap suplex, but instead of releasing, he rolls through and lifts Blade up again for a second suplex, this time a fisherman suplex! He holds on for a moment, squeezing before finally letting go, standing over Blade with a sneer. With Blade down, TJ wastes no time, stomping on Blade’s chest repeatedly, each stomp more vicious than the last. He grabs Blade by the arm, yanking him up and twisting into a jumping arm-breaker, targeting the limb that Blade had been favoring earlier. Blade grimaces in pain, clutching his arm.
Ray Carter: “TJ’s getting downright vicious! He’s back to that arm, looking to take out Blade’s power completely.”
Jay Walker: “This is calculated violence from TJ Alexander. You can see the hatred bubbling to the surface now.”
TJ, feeling the momentum, mounts Blade and rains down more punches, aiming directly for the injured arm. The referee warns TJ about closed fists, but TJ shoves the ref away, completely focused on inflicting damage. He pulls Blade up again, this time looking for a Snap Dragon suplex, but Blade suddenly plants his feet, blocking the move! With sheer grit, Blade powers out of TJ’s grip, elbowing him in the face repeatedly. TJ staggers back, and Blade charges forward with a running leaping shoulder block, sending TJ crashing to the mat! The crowd erupts as Blade shakes off the pain, his face twisted in determination. Blade, clutching his arm in pain but still pressing on, picks TJ up for a running one-handed bulldog, slamming him face-first into the canvas. The crowd is on its feet as Blade wipes the sweat from his brow and fires up, motioning to the fans as they cheer louder.
Ray Carter: “John Blade is showing that no matter how much punishment he takes, he’s still in this fight! What heart!”
Jay Walker: “This is where Blade thrives, Ray, under pressure, when his back is against the wall, he always finds a way to fight back.”
Blade, looking to keep up the pressure, sets up for his signature Five Knuckles Shuffle, taunting the crowd before running off the ropes. He hits the move squarely, and the fans explode in cheers as TJ writhes in pain on the mat.
Ray Carter: “Five Knuckles Shuffle! John Blade just rocked TJ Alexander!”
Jay Walker: “This crowd is electric, Ray! What a match this has been!”
Blade signals for his finishing move, but TJ rolls out of the ring just in time, leaving Blade fired up in the center as the fans boo the escape. TJ clutches his jaw and stares at Blade from the outside, fury and frustration boiling over. Both men stand at opposite ends, glaring at each other, the battle far from over. The fans are on their feet, anticipating what comes next.
Ray Carter: “Neither of these men are backing down, folks! Stay with us, this one’s not over yet!”
The crowd is still buzzing as TJ Alexander and John Blade square off once again. TJ rolls back into the ring, his eyes locked on Blade, who’s shaking off the effects of the Five Knuckles Shuffle. Both men charge at each other, and Blade catches TJ with a running leaping shoulder block that sends TJ tumbling across the mat! The fans explode in cheers as Blade raises his arms, feeling the momentum swing back in his favor. As TJ stumbles to his feet, Blade grabs him and lifts him up for a Sitout Hip Toss, slamming him hard into the mat. The ring shakes, and Blade quickly climbs to the second rope, eyeing TJ as he gets back up. Blade leaps off for a diving crossbody, but TJ ducks under at the last second! Blade crashes hard into the mat, clutching his ribs. TJ capitalizes, quickly springing into action with a springboard dropkick that catches Blade square in the chest. The impact sends Blade rolling toward the ropes. TJ immediately pulls Blade up, nailing a Snap Dragon Suplex that folds Blade up like an accordion! The crowd winces at the impact.
Ray Carter: “Snap Dragon Suplex! TJ Alexander just planted John Blade!”
Jay Walker: “That could be it right there! TJ’s got the upper hand now!”
But TJ isn’t done. He stalks Blade, waiting for him to get up. As Blade rises, TJ hits a handspring off the ropes and catches him with a devastating Handspring Cutter, driving Blade face-first into the mat! The fans gasp at the smoothness of the move as TJ stands over his fallen opponent. The crowd watches as TJ signals for the end. He grabs Blade by the arms, lifting him up and positioning him for his finisher. With a sneer, TJ delivers the devastating “Game Over” (Angel Wings), slamming Blade down hard into the canvas. The impact is thunderous, and the crowd erupts in mixed reactions—boos and cheers fill the Crypto.com Arena.
Ray Carter: “Game Over! TJ Alexander hits the Game Over!”
Jay Walker: “That has to be it! There’s no getting up from that!”
TJ hooks Blade’s leg for the pin.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings, and TJ Alexander stands tall over John Blade as the crowd’s reaction continues to buzz.
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner, TJ Alexander!”
The referee raises TJ’s hand in victory, but instead of basking in the applause, TJ yanks his hand away and glares down at Blade with a look of disgust. The referee pleads with him to leave it be, but TJ’s smirk slowly creeps across his face. He walks over to Blade, who’s still recovering, and suddenly starts stomping viciously on Blade’s body!
Ray Carter: “Oh no, come on, TJ! The match is over, leave it alone!”
Jay Walker: “TJ Alexander has snapped! He’s not done with John Blade, this is personal now!
The crowd erupts in boos as TJ relentlessly attacks Blade, targeting his injured arm and ribs. He drops down and rains punches on Blade’s face, the referee trying to pull him off, but TJ shoves him aside and continues the assault. He grabs Blade’s arm and applies a vicious armbar, cranking back as Blade writhes in agony.
Ray Carter: “This is uncalled for! TJ’s trying to end Blade’s career here!”
Jay Walker: “We need some help out here, fast! Blade’s in serious trouble!”
More referees rush down to the ring, finally pulling TJ off of Blade. TJ stands up, breathing heavily but with a sick smirk plastered across his face. He raises his hands mockingly as the crowd boos louder. Blade lays motionless on the mat, clutching his arm as the referees check on him.
Ray Carter: “This is a despicable display from TJ Alexander! He won the match, and now he’s just added insult to injury!”
Jay Walker: “John Blade came here to fight, but TJ Alexander took things to a whole new level tonight.”
TJ slowly backs up the ramp, his eyes never leaving John Blade, who is still down in the ring. The fans continue to boo, but TJ seems to revel in it, his smirk growing wider as he soaks in the hate. He walks up the ramp, glancing over his shoulder one last time before disappearing backstage.
Ray Carter: “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this. TJ Alexander has made a statement tonight, but at what cost?”
Jay Walker: “John Blade is a warrior, but TJ Alexander may have just pushed things too far. I don’t know what this means for Blade’s future, but it’s not looking good.”
The camera lingers on the ring as referees help Blade sit up, the crowd chanting his name in support as AAW Friday Night Impact fades to a commercial break.
Match Three
Triple Threat Match
Noah "The Nomad" Stroud vs Jack "Ironman" Stanton vs Tracy Cage
Jazmine Sparks: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match!”
The crowd buzzes with excitement as the arena goes dark, preparing for the entrances of the competitors.
Ray Carter: “We’ve got a big one coming up! This
triple threat match could get out of control real quick with three competitors who are ready to tear the house down.”
Jay Walker: “That’s right, Ray. Noah Stroud, Jack Stanton, and Tracy Cage are all forces to be reckoned with in their own right, but when you put them in the ring together… anything can happen.”
The sound of thunder booms through the speakers, followed by the haunting tones of the Black Adam Theme. The crowd grows silent in anticipation as smoke billows from the entrance ramp. Slowly, Noah “The Nomad” Stroud steps into view. At 6’4” and 290 lbs, he’s an imposing figure, his face stoic as he surveys the arena. Dressed in black and gold, his eyes are cold and focused, his movements deliberate. He pauses at the top of the ramp, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, before making his way down, his massive frame almost gliding as he approaches the ring. The air seems to shift around him, as though a storm is about to erupt. He steps over the top rope with ease, entering the ring and pacing like a caged beast waiting for the battle to begin.
Jazmine Sparks: “Introducing first, from Gibsons, British Columbia, Canada… weighing 290 pounds… Noah ‘The Nomad’ Stroud!”
Ray Carter: “Stroud is a mountain of a man, Jay. He’s got this unshakable presence, like nothing rattles him.”
Jay Walker: “But that’s what makes him so dangerous, Ray. When he finally steps between those ropes, it’s like flipping a switch. He goes from calm to chaos in seconds.”
The heavy guitar riff of Lunatic Fringe by Red Rider hits, and the crowd lets out a roar of approval. Jack “Ironman” Stanton walks out with a look of intense determination. He’s all business, dressed in his wrestling gear, his muscular frame and 6’6” height making him an intimidating sight. He nods to the fans, slapping a few hands on his way down, but his eyes remain locked on the ring. Once at ringside, he pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, and rolls under the ropes, ready for the fight ahead.
Jazmine Sparks: “And from Austin, Texas, weighing 260 pounds… Jack ‘Ironman’ Stanton!”
Ray Carter: “Jack Stanton is all about grit and heart. This guy’s a throwback to the brawler days, and he’s got no problem getting his hands dirty.”
Jay Walker: “He’s a powerhouse, Ray. But he’s going up against not one but two opponents tonight. Let’s see if that Ironman mentality will keep him standing.”
The arena lights dim, and the iconic opening beats of Madonna’s Vogue echo through the arena, bringing the fans to their feet. A grand staircase is illuminated on the stage, draped in red carpets and framed by sparkling chandeliers. A line of tuxedoed photographers snaps away at the scene, flashes lighting up the stage like a high-profile fashion event.
Dancers dressed in glamorous 1940s attire strike poses as Tracy Cage’s golden throne rises into view, turning slowly to reveal her flawless face framed by oversized sunglasses and an encrusted, sparkling robe. The robe glimmers with each movement as she descends the staircase, pausing for photos and autographs, treating the ramp like her personal runway.
As Tracy Cage reaches the ring, Madonna herself, singing live, follows her down the ramp. The crowd is eating up every second of the spectacle, with flashes from cameras and cheers surrounding the Hollywood starlet as she climbs the ring steps, pausing to pose one last time. Confetti rains down as she enters the ring with Madonna finishing the performance in dramatic fashion.
Jazmine Sparks: “And from Hollywood, California… Tracy Cage!”
Ray Carter: “This is unreal. Tracy Cage just turned this whole place into her own red-carpet event.”
Jay Walker: “Only in LA, Ray. She’s got the showmanship, but tonight she’s going to need more than glitz and glamour to handle two guys like Noah Stroud and Jack Stanton.”
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and almost immediately, Tracy Cage rolls out of the ring, casually strolling around the outside with a smirk. Noah and Jack, both laser-focused, waste no time as they collide in the center of the ring like two freight trains. The crowd roars as the two powerhouses exchange heavy strikes, forearm smashes, elbow strikes, and knee lifts. Neither man is backing down. Noah ducks under a big right hand from Jack and takes control with a brutal snap dragon suplex, sending Jack crashing to the mat. He follows up with another, then another, the ring shaking with each impact.
Ray Carter: “Good God! Stroud is throwing Jack Stanton around like a rag doll!”
Jay Walker: “That’s that raw power, Ray. When Noah Stroud gets going, it’s hard to stop him.”
Jack slowly gets back to his feet, shaking off the suplexes. He charges at Noah, ducking under a clothesline and bouncing off the ropes with a running knee strike that staggers the big man. Jack grabs him for a snap suplex, struggling for a moment but managing to get the 290-pounder off his feet and slamming him to the mat. The crowd pops as Jack stands tall. Meanwhile, on the outside, Tracy Cage continues to watch, strategizing. She leans on the barricade, calling out sarcastic cheers while Noah and Jack continue to batter each other inside the ring.
Ray Carter: “Look at Tracy Cage, Jay. She’s in no hurry to get involved here.”
Jay Walker: “Classic strategy. Let the big boys wear each other down, then swoop in. Can’t say it’s not smart.”
Jack goes for another attack, but Noah catches him with a vicious running lariat, turning Jack inside out. Tracy sees an opportunity and climbs onto the apron, carefully plotting her next move as Noah looms over the fallen Ironman.
Ray Carter: “Tracy’s finally getting into the action! But will it be too late?”
With Noah Stroud standing tall over a downed Jack Stanton, Tracy Cage sees her moment. She leaps onto the top turnbuckle in one swift motion, perching like a cat ready to pounce. Noah is too focused on Jack to notice her until it’s too late. Tracy launches herself into the air, performing a perfect flying crossbody that crashes down on both Noah and Jack, taking them both to the mat as the crowd erupts.
Ray Carter: “Whoa! Tracy Cage with the high-flying offense! She just took out both Noah and Jack!”
Jay Walker: “That’s what I’m talking about, Ray! Tracy might have the Hollywood flair, but she’s no slouch when it comes to getting physical!”
With both men momentarily stunned, Tracy quickly springs to her feet, her mind racing with strategy. She knows she can’t overpower them, but her speed and ring IQ are her best weapons. As Jack begins to stir, Tracy smartly targets his knee with a low dropkick, sending him crashing back down to the mat. She immediately shifts her focus to Noah, hitting him with a flurry of rapid kicks to his ribs and legs, keeping him off balance. Tracy’s offense is precise and calculated. She ducks under a wild clothesline attempt from Noah and counters with a springboard enzuigiri, the heel of her boot smacking against his skull with a sickening thud. Noah staggers, but before Tracy can capitalize further, Jack gets back to his feet. Realizing the tide is turning, Tracy backs off, smartly rolling out of the ring once more to regroup. She waves to the fans, shrugging as if to say, “Let them beat each other up some more.” Inside the ring, Noah and Jack shake off Tracy’s attacks and refocus their attention on each other.
Ray Carter: “That’s high IQ from Tracy Cage, Jay. She knows when to attack and when to back off.”
Jay Walker: “You’re right, Ray. Tracy’s letting these two giants go at it again, conserving her energy while they tear each other apart. Smart move.”
With Tracy temporarily out of the equation, Noah and Jack go back to trading heavy blows. Jack throws a stiff forearm smash to Noah’s jaw, but Noah fires back with a headbutt that knocks Jack off balance. They collide in the middle of the ring with another round of punishing strikes, neither man willing to back down. Jack grabs Noah and attempts a German suplex, but Noah blocks it, delivering a series of elbows to Jack’s head. Noah whips Jack into the corner and follows up with a massive body splash, flattening the Ironman against the turnbuckles. Jack stumbles out of the corner, and Noah scoops him up for a fallaway slam, sending him crashing across the ring.
Ray Carter: “Noah Stroud is just tossing Jack Stanton around! This guy’s a powerhouse.”
Jay Walker: “These two are giving the fans exactly what they came for, Ray. Big-time moves, heavy hits, and no signs of slowing down.”
Jack, ever the Ironman, pushes himself to his feet, refusing to stay down. He charges at Noah, catching him off guard with a big boot to the chest that sends Noah staggering back. Jack follows it up with a spinebuster that shakes the ring, leaving both men laid out and breathing heavily. Meanwhile, on the outside, Tracy Cage paces the ringside area, watching intently. She’s biding her time, knowing her moment will come again. The crowd is buzzing as Noah and Jack continue to slug it out, trading big moves and showing no signs of quitting.
Ray Carter: “The fans are loving this, Jay! Jack and Noah are beating the life out of each other, and Tracy is just waiting for her next chance!”
Jay Walker: “This is what a triple threat is all about, Ray. Tracy’s strategy is brilliant, but sooner or later, she’ll have to step back in and finish this fight.
Inside the ring, Noah Stroud builds momentum, whipping Jack Stanton into the ropes. As Jack bounces back, Noah unleashes a devastating clothesline, sending Jack flying over the top rope and crashing down near where Tracy Cage is pacing at ringside. Jack tumbles hard onto the floor, and Noah steps out onto the apron, hopping down to follow up. Tracy, quick to react, moves out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a collision with Noah.
Ray Carter: “Whoa, Tracy almost got caught in the crossfire!”
Jay Walker: “But she’s as sharp as they come, Ray. She knows how to stay out of harm’s way until the time’s right.”
As Jack tries to push himself up, Tracy sees her opportunity. She slithers over to him and, with a smirk on her face, begins slapping him across the face. Each slap is more disrespectful than the last, Tracy taunting Jack with every strike. The crowd boos, but Tracy revels in it, only stopping when Noah looms behind her, eyes locked on Jack. Without hesitation, Noah charges and clotheslines Jack over the barricade into the crowd, sending fans scattering and drawing cheers from the audience. Jack crashes hard into the floor on the other side, and now Noah turns his attention to Tracy. Tracy immediately holds her hands up, trying to reason with Noah.
Ray Carter: “Look at Tracy trying to plead her case to Noah. She’s playing the innocent card now!”
Jay Walker: “This is all part of her game, Ray. Let’s see if Noah falls for it.”
Tracy continues to plead, backing away slowly. As Noah approaches, she suddenly grabs a fan’s drink from the barricade and throws the contents right into Noah’s face! The liquid splashes across his eyes, blinding him momentarily. Tracy seizes the moment, delivering a quick kick to his gut and then hooking his head for a DDT on the outside, spiking Noah’s head into the floor.
Ray Carter: “What a move by Tracy Cage! She suckered Noah right into that trap!”
Jay Walker: “That’s classic Tracy! She’s always got something up her sleeve.”
With Noah down, Tracy pops up and strikes a pose, celebrating her cunning with a confident smirk. She follows it up with a standing double foot stomp onto Noah’s chest, driving the air out of him. Tracy grins, feeling in control, but her celebration is short-lived as Jack Stanton suddenly rises from the other side of the barricade. As Tracy turns around, Jack delivers a brutal chop across her chest, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Tracy recoils in pain, but Jack isn’t done. He hits her with another chop, and then another, each one forcing her to retreat. Desperate to get away, Tracy bolts around the ring, sprinting as Jack gives chase.
Ray Carter: “Tracy’s on the run! Jack’s not letting her off the hook!”
Jay Walker: “She might be fast, but Jack is relentless!”
Tracy sprints around the ring with Jack hot on her heels, but as she rounds the corner, Noah Stroud, having recovered, stands back on his feet. Seeing Tracy charging toward him, Noah readies for a clothesline. At the last second, Tracy ducks, rolling back into the ring just as Noah’s clothesline connects with Jack, flooring him with a thunderous impact.
Ray Carter: “Noah just leveled Jack! That was like a freight train hitting him!”
Jay Walker: “But Tracy’s already back inside the ring, and she’s still got something up her sleeve, I’m sure.”
Noah, not wasting time, hauls Jack up and positions him near the announce table. With a roar, he lifts Jack into the air and slams him onto the announce table, but the table doesn’t break. Jack lays there groaning in pain, sprawled across the table, while Noah turns his attention back to Tracy, who’s watching from inside the ring.
Ray Carter: “Jack’s been dumped on the announce table, but that thing didn’t budge!”
Jay Walker: “And now Noah’s coming for Tracy again! She’s gotta think fast if she wants to survive this!”
As Noah Stroud slides back into the ring, Tracy Cage is waiting, and she immediately pounces with a series of stomps to his back and shoulders, keeping him grounded. She smirks, knowing she’s getting under his skin with each strike. However, Noah is no easy target. He pushes through the stomps and begins to rise, his powerful frame shrugging off her offense.
Ray Carter: “Tracy’s trying to keep Noah down, but that’s a tall order. He’s just too strong!”
Jay Walker: “She’s gotta stay on him or this could get ugly fast.”
Tracy attempts to maintain control, but once Noah is on his feet, he grabs her by the wrist and yanks her into a vicious clothesline, nearly turning her inside out. The crowd winces as Tracy crashes to the mat, clearly in pain. Noah doesn’t let up, yanking her off the canvas and tossing her into the corner. He charges in with a brutal running shoulder thrust, driving the air out of her lungs.
Ray Carter: “Noah Stroud is unleashing hell on Tracy right now! His power is just overwhelming.”
Jay Walker: “This is what makes Noah dangerous. Once he gets going, it’s hard to stop him.”
Noah continues to dominate, hitting Tracy with stiff strikes and slamming her into the mat with authority. He picks her up and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, sending her flying across the ring. Tracy clutches her back in agony, clearly feeling the effects of Noah’s brutal offense. But despite the punishment, Tracy’s cunning nature shines through. As Noah grabs her to continue the assault, Tracy slyly shoves the referee into him, causing a momentary distraction. With the ref temporarily in Noah’s way, Tracy capitalizes, leaping onto Noah’s back and wrapping her arm around his throat, attempting to choke him out.
Ray Carter: “Look at this! Tracy’s going for a chokehold! She’s like a viper wrapping around Noah!”
Jay Walker: “She knows she can’t overpower him, so she’s using her smarts to wear him down!”
Noah stumbles, the oxygen slowly being cut off as Tracy tightens her grip. He drops to one knee, the crowd sensing that he might actually be in trouble. Tracy grits her teeth, pouring all her strength into the chokehold, trying to put Noah to sleep. For a moment, it looks like she’s got him, but with one last surge of power, Noah digs deep and forces himself back to his feet. In a display of raw strength, he slams Tracy back-first into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold and causing Tracy to crumple to the mat in pain.
Ray Carter: “What a counter! Noah just used all that power to crush Tracy into the corner!”
Jay Walker: “But wait, here comes Jack Stanton!”
As Tracy writhes in the corner, trying to catch her breath, Jack Stanton slides back into the ring and wastes no time. He charges full speed at Noah and delivers a devastating spear, cutting Noah down in the middle of the ring! The impact is so intense, it echoes through the arena, leaving both men sprawled out on the mat as the crowd roars.
Ray Carter: “What a spear! Jack just took Noah out of his boots with that one!”
Jay Walker: “This match is total chaos! Now all three are down, and it’s anyone’s game!
As Jack Stanton rises to his feet after delivering the devastating spear to Noah, he’s fired up and ready to continue his assault. But before he can even process what’s happening next, Tracy Cage has already regrouped. She watches him closely from across the ring, a sly smile creeping across her face as she sees the perfect opportunity. With precision timing, Tracy strikes a pose, hands on her hips, head held high, flashing a cocky smirk at the crowd. The fans know what’s coming as she lines up her target, waiting for Jack to turn around.
Ray Carter: “Uh-oh, Jack better watch out! Tracy’s got that look in her eyes!”
Jay Walker: “She’s setting him up for the Box Office Smash!”
The moment Jack turns to face her, Tracy’s foot snaps up with lightning speed. BAM! Her perfectly timed superkick, the Box Office Smash, connects flush with Jack’s jaw. The impact echoes throughout the arena, and Jack crumples to the mat in an instant, completely knocked out.
Ray Carter: “Box Office Smash! Tracy Cage just knocked Jack out cold!”
Jay Walker: “That’s it! Tracy’s going for the win!”
Tracy wastes no time, dropping down and hooking Jack’s leg for the cover, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
1…
2…
3!
The referee’s hand hits the mat for the third time, and the bell rings, signaling Tracy Cage’s victory. She pops to her feet, arms raised in triumph as the crowd erupts. Her cocky smirk returns as she stands over Jack’s fallen body, fully aware that she just stole the show.
Ray Carter: “Tracy Cage with the win! She saw her opening, and she took it!”
Jay Walker: “That Box Office Smash is deadly, and tonight it made Tracy the star of the show!”
Tracy soaks in the adulation, posing one final time as the spotlight shines down on her, the undeniable center of attention.
SEGMENT
The camera quietly pans into the dim, nearly empty locker room where Jack Stanton sits on a bench, his head hanging low. Sweat still clings to his skin, a towel draped over his shoulders. Tonight wasn’t his night—his loss earlier still weighing heavy on his mind. His expression is a mixture of frustration and quiet reflection as he stares down at his taped hands.
As the silence lingers, a strange, unsettling sound breaks through, the familiar, eerie chime of a jack-in-the-box playing from across the room. Jack’s brow furrows as he lifts his head, his eyes narrowing toward the corner where the noise comes from. A small, old-fashioned jack-in-the-box sits on the floor, the crank slowly turning on its own, the haunting melody filling the locker room.
Jack Stanton (under his breath): “What the hell…?
He stands up slowly, walking toward the toy with a cautious curiosity, his eyes fixed on the crank as it nears the end of the tune. As he reaches out and picks it up, the music stops, and the jack springs out, a twisted, creepy figure with a sinister grin, its voice high-pitched and taunting.
Jack: Will you be my friend, Jack?
Jack stares at the grotesque toy, his jaw tightening. For a moment, his frustration from earlier simmers beneath the surface, but he simply sighs, dropping the toy onto the bench beside him. The jack slumps over, laughing in its eerie, shrill tone, but Jack doesn’t seem fazed anymore. He wipes his face with the towel and slings his bag over his shoulder, letting the toy sit there forgotten as he heads for the door, his mind already on the next fight.
The camera lingers on the jack-in-the-box, its twisted smile frozen as its laughter echoes faintly in the now-empty room.
Match Four
Standard Singles Match
Latoya Hixx vs Jack Taylor
Ray Carter: “Welcome back to Friday Night Impct, folks! We’re here in Los Angeles at the Crypto.com Arena, and it’s been a jam-packed night of action.”
Jay Walker: “You said it, Ray. We’ve got a great card tonight, and up next is an exciting match between Latoya Hixx and Jack Taylor. Both of these competitors are eager to prove themselves, and the Crypto.com Arena is about to witness a serious battle.”
Jazmine Sparks: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Latoya Hixx’s music, “Mone,” hits and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Latoya walks out wearing her all-white gear, a pair of sunglasses, and her signature CEO brass knuckles. She confidently grooves on the stage, stepping heel-to-toe as she makes her way down the ramp.
Jazmine Sparks: “Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 115 pounds… LATOOOYAA HIIXXX!”
Latoya high-fives a few kids and adults at ringside, showing off her brass knuckles to the camera before sliding into the ring. She removes her shades, handing them to the camera crew with a grin. She starts to loosen up, bouncing on her feet, waiting for her opponent.
Ray Carter: “Latoya Hixx bringing that CEO energy, Jay. She’s got a mean streak and a chip on her shoulder.”
Jay Walker: “That brass knuckle attitude, Ray. She’s as flashy as she is dangerous in that ring.”
The lights dim slightly as the opening chords of Jack Taylor’s theme, “Go the Distance,” begins to play. Jack steps out onto the stage, sporting his red-and-white wrestling gear with “Underdog” emblazoned across his jacket. The crowd gives a loud pop for the fiery, 5’2” wrestler, as he looks around the arena with a determined expression. He throws his hands up in the air, hyping up the crowd before sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring.
Jazmine Sparks: “And her opponent, from Georgia, standing 5’2” and weighing in at 120 pounds… JAAACK ‘THE UNDERDOG’ TAYLOOR!”
Jack quickly hops onto the turnbuckle, throwing up his hands as the fans cheer for him. He nods in appreciation before turning to face Latoya, both competitors now standing in their corners, ready for action.
Ray Carter: “Jack Taylor, the Underdog, looking to make a statement here tonight. He may be smaller in stature, but don’t let that fool you.”
Jay Walker: “Exactly, Ray. This kid has been fighting his whole life, and every time he steps in that ring, he’s ready to prove the doubters wrong.”
The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway.
*BELL RINGS*
Latoya and Jack circle each other in the ring, cautiously looking for an opening. They lock up in the center, with Latoya quickly transitioning into a side headlock. Jack tries to push her off, but Latoya tightens the hold, keeping control. Jack uses his agility to slip out, spinning behind her and locking in a waistlock.
Ray Carter: “A quick reversal from Jack Taylor there. He’s not wasting any time.”
Latoya counters by grabbing Jack’s arm and twisting into an arm wringer, forcing Jack to his knees. She then pulls him back to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Jack bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt from Latoya. He rebounds and leaps up with a headscissors takedown, sending Latoya rolling across the mat.
Jay Walker: “Beautiful headscissors by Jack Taylor! That’s the kind of speed advantage he has over Latoya.”
Latoya pops back up, but Jack is right there with a quick dropkick, sending her back down. He follows up by trying to grab Latoya’s arm for a possible submission, but Latoya kicks him off and kips up to her feet. The two stare each other down as the crowd roars in appreciation of the back-and-forth action.
Ray Carter: “Neither of these two can maintain control for long, Jay. It’s a stalemate so far.”
Jay Walker: “That’s what happens when you’ve got two wrestlers hungry for a win. No one’s giving an inch.”
Latoya nods at Jack, acknowledging the competitive spirit, before they lock up again. This time, Latoya takes the lead with a wristlock, but Jack cartwheels out of it, showing his agility. He attempts a quick leg sweep, but Latoya jumps over it and catches Jack with a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of his head, staggering him.
Ray Carter: “That roundhouse kick just connected! Jack is dazed.”
Latoya moves in, hooking Jack’s arm and driving him into the mat with a crisp snap DDT. She pulls him back up and sets him up for another move, but Jack fights back with a flurry of punches, backing her into the corner. He climbs up onto the middle rope, delivering mounted punches to the delight of the crowd.
Jay Walker: “Here comes the Underdog, letting those fists fly!”
Latoya shoves him off, creating space, but Jack sprints right back at her and hits a springboard slingshot, sending her crashing to the mat again.
Ray Carter: “What a move! Jack Taylor’s speed is something to behold!”
Latoya, showing her resilience, rolls to the ropes to recover. Jack steps back, waiting for Latoya to get to her feet as the tension in the arena builds.
Jay Walker: “They’re pacing themselves here, Ray. Both Latoya and Jack are holding something back. You can feel the intensity.”
The match continues to build, with neither competitor able to secure a clear advantage just yet. The crowd is buzzing, knowing something big is bound to happen.
Ray Carter: “And we’re just getting started, folks. This one’s far from over. Latoya Hixx versus Jack Taylor, two incredible competitors, leaving it all in the ring here on Friday Night Impct!”
Jay Walker: “It’s anyone’s game at this point, Ray. Stay tuned, we’ll be right back!
The pace picks up as Latoya and Jack circle each other once more. Jack feints a lockup and explodes forward with a low dropkick to Latoya’s knee, sending her stumbling. He springs to his feet, running to the ropes and leaping off with a springboard crossbody! But Latoya rolls through, using her momentum to lift Jack and drop him with a sharp backbreaker! Latoya doesn’t waste a second. She drags Jack to the center of the ring, hooking his legs and locking in a Boston Crab, sitting back with full pressure. Jack grits his teeth in pain, reaching desperately for the ropes. Jack pushes up on his hands, fighting the pain, and uses his upper body strength to crawl toward the ropes. The crowd is behind him as he inches closer, fingertips reaching—finally grabbing the bottom rope! The ref calls for the break.
Jay Walker: “Jack refuses to quit! He made it to the ropes, but Latoya isn’t going to let up.
Latoya pulls him up, but Jack surprises her with a snap arm drag, creating distance. He follows up immediately with a running hurricanrana, sending Latoya crashing to the mat. Jack, full of energy, runs to the corner and hops to the top rope.
Ray Carter: “Jack’s going airborne!”
He leaps off with a diving crossbody, but Latoya counters mid-air with a dropkick to Jack’s gut, knocking the wind out of him! The crowd gasps at the impact as both wrestlers are down.
Jay Walker: “What a counter from Latoya! She just knocked the air right out of Jack with that dropkick!”
Latoya is the first to her feet, shaking off the fatigue. She grabs Jack, looking to finish things with her Straight Jacket Neckbreaker Slam, but Jack spins out of her grasp and delivers a spinning back kick to her midsection, doubling her over. Jack capitalizes, hitting the ropes and coming back with a slingblade that drops Latoya! With Latoya down, Jack wastes no time. He climbs to the top rope once again, looking for something big. The fans rise to their feet in anticipation. Jack launches off the top with a diving elbow drop, but Latoya rolls out of the way just in time, and Jack crashes hard! Latoya seizes the moment, pulling Jack up and whipping him into the corner. She charges in and nails him with a running meteora, slamming both knees into his chest. Jack slumps in the corner as Latoya pulls him out, setting up for the Rent’s Due a roll-through facebreaker!
Ray Carter: “Latoya looking to end it right here!”
But as she rolls through, Jack counters, flipping her over into a small package! The crowd erupts, but there’s no pin attempt as Latoya kicks out immediately, both wrestlers scrambling to their feet.
Jay Walker: “Neither one can get the upper hand for long, Ray! They’re matching each other move for move!”
Latoya swings wildly with a roundhouse kick, but Jack ducks under, grabbing her waist and hitting a German suplex with a bridge! The referee counts but only gets to two as Latoya kicks out!
Jack signals to the crowd that it’s time to end it. He lifts Latoya, setting up for his signature Underdog Driver (Fireman’s Carry Neckbreaker), but Latoya slips out the back and hits the ropes, charging back with a spear that nearly cuts Jack in half! Latoya, fired up, doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, she heads to the top rope, looking for the Frog Splash. The fans are on their feet as she takes to the air, but Jack rolls out of the way at the last second, and Latoya crashes into the mat!
Ray Carter: “Nobody home! Jack dodges the Frog Splash!”
Both wrestlers are down, breathing heavily as the crowd claps in appreciation of the incredible back-and-forth action. Jack uses the ropes to pull himself up, signaling for one last push. Latoya stirs, slowly rising to her feet.
Jay Walker: “These two have given everything they’ve got! Who’s going to come out on top?”
Ray Carter: “Both competitors are leaving everything they have in this ring tonight, but Jack Taylor looks like he’s ready to take control!”
Latoya Hixx goes for another wild swing, but Jack ducks under, using her momentum to lift her with a quick snap suplex! The crowd is firmly behind Jack now as he rises, pointing to the top rope.
Jay Walker: “Jack Taylor is thinking high-risk, high-reward here!”
With Latoya down and gasping for air, Jack makes his way to the corner, scaling the ropes with purpose. He stands tall on the top turnbuckle, taking a deep breath as the crowd roars in anticipation. Jack takes off, flipping mid-air in a perfect 450 splash, his body twisting as he crashes down onto Latoya with precision. The impact shakes the ring as the crowd explodes with cheers.
Jay Walker: “Southern Star Press connects!! Jack nailed it perfectly!”
Jack quickly hooks Latoya’s leg for the pin, the referee sliding into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rings, and the Crypto.com Arena erupts as Jack rolls off Latoya, victorious.
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner, Jack ‘The Underdog’ Taylor!”
Ray Carter: “Jack Taylor with an incredible victory tonight! The Southern Star Press seals the deal!
Jay Walker: What a match! Both competitors fought hard, but Jack showed the heart of a true underdog and came out on top!
Jack Taylor stands tall, raising his arms as the fans cheer him on. Latoya rolls out of the ring, visibly disappointed, but the crowd gives her a respectful applause for her effort. Jack celebrates, climbing the turnbuckle and soaking in the adoration from the Los Angeles crowd.
Ray Carter: “Jack Taylor is making a name for himself in AAW, and with performances like that, the sky’s the limit for this young talent!”
The camera zooms in on Jack as he points to the fans, his journey as ‘The Underdog’ continuing to capture the hearts of the audience.
Jay Walker: “This is why we love AAW, high-octane action and performances like this! Jack Taylor is a star on the rise!
SEGMENT
The camera follows Summer Page backstage, fresh off her latest match, her stride confident and head held high. She brushes back her hair with a proud smirk, knowing she’s once again made a statement in the ring. The glamour and spotlight seem to follow her even in the dim corridors of the arena.
As Summer makes her way toward the exit, her steps slow as something unusual appears in her path, a dusty, jack-in-the-box sitting dead center of the hallway. Its hauntingly familiar tune is playing, the unsettling chimes echoing softly. Summer wrinkles her nose in disgust, staring down at the old, creepy toy.
Summer Page (annoyed): Ugh, what is this?”
With her arms crossed and an irritated expression, Summer looks around as if expecting a hidden camera prank. Against her better judgment, she leans down and gingerly picks up the jack-in-the-box, holding it away from her body like it’s contaminated. The music comes to its crescendo, and right on cue, the jack pops out—a grotesque, menacing face with glowing eyes, its voice shrill and unsettling.
Jack: Will you be my friend, Summer?
Summer recoils, her face twisting in revulsion.
Summer Page (scoffing): Ew, no.
Without hesitation, Summer flips the jack-in-the-box over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist, the toy clattering to the ground behind her. The creepy laugh of the jack echoes as it bounces against the floor, but Summer is already walking away, unbothered and uninterested, her focus entirely on celebrating her victory.
The camera lingers on the discarded jack-in-the-box, the eerie toy left twitching and laughing quietly in the dark hallway.
Match Five
Standard Singles Match
Thaddeus Duke vs Ace Sky
Jazmine Sparks: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a standard singles match! Introducing first, … ACE SKYY!”
Ace Sky bursts onto the stage with the energy that only a high-flyer can bring, a determined look in his eyes. He pauses for a second to soak in the electric atmosphere of the Crypto.com Arena before rushing down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans on the way. Once he reaches the ring, Ace rolls under the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the sky before leaping down, bouncing on his feet, ready for action.
Ray Carter: “Ace is always electric! Ace Sky, known for his jaw-dropping moves and lightning-fast offense. He can fly with the best of ’em, and tonight he faces a tough challenge in Thaddeus Duke.”
Jay Walker: “Thaddeus Duke, ‘The Lionheart,’ isn’t just any opponent, Ray. He’s an icon, a technician in that ring. Ace is gonna have to stay sharp to keep up.”
The lights dim, and a loud roar echoes through the arena as the stage is illuminated with golden lights. A shadowy figure emerges, flanked by the image of a lion. The opening chords of “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect blare through the speakers.
Jazmine Sparks: “And his opponent, from Tribeca, New York City, weighing in at 226 pounds, THE LIONHEART, THADDEUS DUKE!”
Thaddeus Duke steps onto the stage with his hood up, his presence commanding. He pauses, throws his hood back, and strikes his signature ‘Messiah Pose’ as golden pyro explodes overhead, forming the image of a roaring lion. With a confident stride, Duke makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans before climbing the ring steps and slingshotting himself over the top rope into the ring. He flashes a quick smile at the crowd before turning his focus to Ace.
Ray Carter: “What an entrance! Thaddeus Duke has the charisma, the power, and the technical ability to be a real force tonight.”
Jay Walker: “Yeah, but Ace Sky’s agility could be the equalizer. This one’s gonna be all about who can impose their style first.”
*BELL RINGS*
The two competitors circle each other in the center of the ring, Thaddeus standing tall with his hands up in a defensive posture, while Ace remains light on his feet, bouncing slightly, looking for an opening. They tie up, and Thaddeus uses his size advantage to back Ace into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Duke steps back cleanly, but not before giving Ace a light pat on the chest, almost mockingly. They lock up again, and this time, Ace slips under Thaddeus’ arm, ducking behind him and delivering a quick, sharp kick to the back of his thigh. Thaddeus stumbles slightly, but quickly turns, only to be met with a flying spinning heel kick from Ace, who sends Thaddeus reeling into the ropes. Thaddeus shakes it off and charges at Ace, but Ace ducks a wild swing and counters with a jumping back savate kick that lands flush, knocking Thaddeus to one knee. Ace wastes no time, charging into the corner and launching himself off the turnbuckle for a flying rolling wheel kick, which lands square on Duke’s chest, knocking him down!
Ray Carter: “Ace Sky is on fire right now! He’s keeping the pressure on and not letting Thaddeus get comfortable.”
Thaddeus quickly rolls out of the ring to regain his composure, holding his chest as the crowd boos. Ace, not wanting to give Thaddeus any breathing room, runs to the ropes, looking for a suicide dive. He rebounds off the ropes and charges, but Duke wisely sidesteps, causing Ace to stop in his tracks just before reaching the ropes. Thaddeus slides back into the ring and immediately grabs Ace, taking control with a powerful side headlock. He grinds down on Ace, keeping the high-flyer grounded. Ace struggles, trying to push Duke off, but Thaddeus transitions smoothly into a standing hammerlock, showing off his technical prowess. Ace grimaces in pain as Thaddeus torques the arm, then flips forward into a roll, reversing the hold. Thaddeus quickly counters by twisting Ace into a side Russian leg sweep, planting him to the mat.
Ray Carter: “Beautiful counter by Thaddeus Duke! That’s where his technical ability shines.”
Thaddeus pulls Ace back to his feet, but Ace ducks a forearm strike and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a running dropkick that sends Duke stumbling backward into the corner. With a burst of speed, Ace charges and leaps into the air, hitting the “Flash Point” – a running flying lariat in the corner that crushes Thaddeus against the turnbuckle!
Jay Walker: “The Flash Point connects! Ace Sky’s using that speed and agility to keep Thaddeus on his heels.”
Ace backs up, looking to follow up with a Meteora. He rushes toward Thaddeus, but Duke moves at the last second, causing Ace to crash knees-first into the turnbuckle! Thaddeus seizes the opening, grabbing Ace from behind and driving him into the mat with a picture-perfect German suplex!
Ray Carter: “Thaddeus Duke is back in control! This is where he’s most dangerous, when he slows things down and imposes his will.”
The crowd is buzzing as both men take a moment to regroup, each showing signs of wear but far from finished. Thaddeus stalks Ace, ready for his next move, as the match continues to heat up.
Jay Walker: “Both of these guys are showing what they’ve got, and the pace of this match keeps shifting! Who’s gonna take control for good?”
Ray Carter: “We’re just getting started, Jay. Neither man has gone for a pinfall yet, but it’s only a matter of time before they look to finish this one off.
Thaddeus Duke is back on his feet, circling Ace Sky like a lion stalking its prey. Ace, still feeling the effects of the German suplex, gets to one knee and shakes off the cobwebs. Thaddeus moves in quickly, grabbing Ace by the arm and wrenching it into a tight hammerlock, grounding the high-flyer once again. Ace grimaces, but the crowd begins to rally behind him. Ace grits his teeth and slowly fights his way back to his feet, using the energy from the crowd to fuel his comeback. Thaddeus tries to tighten the hold, but Ace uses his agility to roll through and break free! He quickly follows up with a swift kick to Duke’s gut, doubling him over, and without hesitation, Ace plants Thaddeus with a jumping DDT that spikes him right into the mat!
Jay Walker: “What a DDT! Ace Sky just turned the tables!”
The crowd roars as Ace rolls back to his feet. Sensing an opportunity, he charges toward the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope with a spectacular flying crossbody aimed directly at Thaddeus. But Duke’s veteran instincts kick in, and he catches Ace in mid-air, transitioning into a thunderous backbreaker! Thaddeus immediately pulls Ace back up, wasting no time as he hoists him into position for a powerful Double A Spinebuster. He slams Ace to the canvas with authority, the impact reverberating throughout the Crypto.com Arena! Instead of going for a cover, Thaddeus smirks and drags Ace toward the center of the ring. He grabs Ace’s legs, locking in the Elevated Texas Cloverleaf, sitting back to apply maximum pressure. The fans erupt, realizing Ace could be in serious trouble!
Jay Walker: “This is bad news for Ace Sky! Thaddeus has the Cloverleaf locked in, and he’s looking to make Ace tap!”
Ray Carter: “Thaddeus is a master of these submission holds. Ace might have no choice but to tap out!”
The pain is evident on Ace’s face as Thaddeus wrenches back, increasing the pressure on Ace’s lower back and legs. But the fans are firmly behind Ace, chanting his name, willing him to fight through the agony. With sheer determination, Ace claws his way toward the ropes, inch by inch. Thaddeus tries to pull him back to the center, but Ace uses his free leg to kick off, finally reaching the bottom rope! Thaddeus holds on for a moment longer before releasing the hold, frustrated but still composed. He pulls Ace to his feet and whips him into the ropes, looking to deliver a clothesline. Ace ducks under the clothesline, bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes flying back with a Captain Falcon Knee, his jumping knee strike landing square on Duke’s jaw! Thaddeus staggers back, stunned! Thaddeus leans against the ropes, trying to shake off the hit, but Ace isn’t done. He sprints to the corner, leaping to the top turnbuckle in one fluid motion. The crowd is on their feet as Ace soars off the top rope with a Meteora, crashing down onto Duke and driving him to the mat!
Ray Carter: “Ace Sky is back in the driver’s seat! This kid is taking it to Thaddeus Duke with everything he’s got!”
Ace quickly pops back to his feet and signals to the crowd, pointing to the top turnbuckle again. The fans erupt as Ace climbs to the top rope, setting up for his high-risk finish. Thaddeus, still dazed, struggles to get to his feet. Just as he stands, Ace leaps off the top rope, looking for a diving crossbody! But Thaddeus somehow catches him in mid-air and uses Ace’s momentum to roll through, lifting him up into position for a Slingblade! Thaddeus nails the move with precision, planting Ace hard onto the canvas!
Jay Walker: “What a counter! Thaddeus Duke with a perfect Slingblade! Ace Sky was going for the home run, but Duke turned it around in an instant!”
The crowd is buzzing, both men down momentarily as they try to catch their breath. Thaddeus slowly pulls himself to his feet first, dragging Ace up by the arm. He hooks him up, looking to deliver Three Amigos,three consecutive vertical suplexes! The first suplex connects, Duke rolls through, lifting Ace again, and hits the second! He tries for the third, but Ace twists his body mid-air, flipping over Thaddeus and landing behind him! Ace rolls Duke up with a quick Spider Web Schoolboy, trapping Thaddeus in a tight pinning predicament!
Ray Carter: “Whoa! What a reversal by Ace Sky! He’s got him!”
Thaddeus kicks out just in time, rolling to his feet, but Ace stays on the offensive, leaping into a Flash Point running lariat that sends Thaddeus crashing into the corner!
Jay Walker: “Ace Sky is relentless! He’s showing Thaddeus Duke that he’s not backing down!”
Ace backs up again, setting up for another high-flying move, but just as he charges toward the corner, Thaddeus explodes out of the corner with a devastating Spear, cutting Ace in half with the impact!
Ray Carter: “SPEAR! Thaddeus Duke just speared Ace Sky out of his boots!”
Both men are down once again, the match reaching a fever pitch as the crowd roars in approval. The fans are on their feet, sensing this match is far from over, but the level of athleticism and intensity is off the charts.
Jay Walker: “What a show these two are putting on! The fans are loving every second of this!”
Ray Carter: “Both of these men are digging deep. It’s anyone’s match at this point!”
The referee checks on both competitors as the crowd chants “This is awesome!” echoing throughout the Crypto.com Arena.
The Crypto.com Arena is electric as Ace Sky starts to gather momentum. Both men pull themselves to their feet, but Ace strikes first with a lightning-quick spinning heel kick that catches Thaddeus Duke square in the side of the head! Duke stumbles back, dazed from the impact. Ace doesn’t let up. He sprints toward the ropes, rebounds with incredible speed, and nails Duke with a flying rolling wheel kick, sending the New York native crashing to the mat. Ace pops right back up, fueled by the crowd’s cheers, and heads straight for the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle in one swift motion, balancing on the top rope like a seasoned acrobat. The fans hold their breath as Ace leaps off the top rope with a breathtaking Meteora, driving both knees into Duke’s chest with pinpoint accuracy! The impact leaves Duke gasping for air as Ace hooks the leg for a cover.
One!
Two!
Thaddeus kicks out just before the three, and Ace wastes no time. He pulls Duke to his feet, but Thaddeus quickly counters with a sharp elbow to the midsection, buying himself some breathing room. However, Ace stays on him, ducking under a wild punch and delivering a jumping savate kick that sends Duke reeling into the ropes.
Jay Walker: “Ace Sky is all over Thaddeus Duke! He’s showing no fear, and he’s got Duke on the ropes!”
Ace runs to the opposite side of the ring, charging full speed at Duke for another big move, but Thaddeus ducks under the attempt, and Ace rebounds off the ropes again. Duke is ready this time, he catches Ace on the return and plants him with a devastating swinging neckbreaker!
Ray Carter: “Just like that, Thaddeus Duke stops Ace Sky’s momentum with one move!”
Duke takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs, showing signs of frustration. He knows Ace is dangerous, but now it’s time for him to display why he’s a cut above. Thaddeus stalks Ace as he gets back to his feet, and with precision, he grabs him from behind, executing a flawless Side Russian Legsweep, flipping over Ace’s back with a stunning evasive maneuver before dropping him hard to the canvas. Thaddeus smirks as he pulls Ace up again, this time locking in a deep hammerlock before executing a picture-perfect belly-to-belly suplex, tossing Ace across the ring like a rag doll. The impact leaves Ace crumpled in the corner, and Duke stands tall, his confidence returning. Thaddeus grabs Ace by the legs and pulls him to the center of the ring, applying the Elevated Boston Crab with surgical precision. Ace writhes in pain, but the crowd rallies behind him once again. Ace claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes, but Duke wrenches back even harder, his face etched with focus.
Jay Walker: “Thaddeus is going for the submission! He’s trying to break Ace Sky’s will right here!”
Ace Sky digs deep, pushing through the pain. With one last burst of energy, he manages to twist his body and roll Thaddeus off him, breaking free of the hold. Ace scrambles to his feet, but Duke is right there, catching him with a powerful DDT that plants him headfirst into the mat. Thaddeus rises to his feet, the smirk gone from his face, replaced by pure focus. He stalks Ace, motioning for him to get up, as the crowd begins to sense the end is near. Ace slowly gets to his feet, barely able to stand, but still full of heart. He turns toward Duke, only to be met with a Heat Seeker, the perfect Sweet Chin Music that lands flush on Ace’s jaw!
Jay Walker: “Heat Seeker! Thaddeus Duke just nailed him with the Heat Seeker!”
Ace crumples to the mat, completely laid out from the devastating kick. Thaddeus drops down, hooking the leg as the referee counts.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner, THE LIONHEART, THADDEUSSS DUUUKKEEE!”
The bell rings, and Thaddeus Duke rises to his feet, arms raised in victory as “My Name Is Human” blares through the arena. The crowd gives both men a standing ovation for the incredible match.
Ray Carter: “What a performance from Ace Sky, but in the end, Thaddeus Duke proves why he’s on another level.”
Jay Walker: “That Heat Seeker came out of nowhere and just put Ace Sky down for good. Duke didn’t just win, he showed why he’s one of the best in the business and a favorite to become United States Champion.
Thaddeus takes one last look at the fallen Ace Sky before exiting the ring, giving the fans a final pose on the ramp as the screen fades to commercial.
SEGMENT
The crowd is still buzzing from Thaddeus Duke’s impressive victory over Ace Sky. As the camera follows him backstage, Thaddeus looks as confident as ever, wiping the sweat from his brow and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He’s ready to leave for the night, mentally checked out after his hard-fought win.
As he walks down the dimly lit hallway, the sound of footsteps echoing, something peculiar catches his eye, a small, old-fashioned jack-in-the-box sitting ominously in his path. It’s out of place. Creepy, childlike music drifts out of the box, the haunting tune making his brow furrow.
Thaddeus Duke: “What the hell is this?”
Thaddeus stops in his tracks, staring down at the strange toy, clearly puzzled. He cautiously kneels and picks it up, inspecting it with a mixture of curiosity and irritation. As the music comes to its climactic stop, the jack suddenly springs out—a grotesque, twisted version of the toy with sharp, menacing features. Its head tilts creepily as it speaks in a high-pitched, eerie voice.
Jack: “Will you be my friend, Thaddeus?”
Without missing a beat, Thaddeus barely flinches. He stares at it with a bemused look, unimpressed.
Thaddeus Duke: “Nope.”
He tosses the jack-in-the-box away like it’s nothing, sending it clattering against the wall with a metallic thud. The creepy jack’s laugh echoes as it hits the ground, but Thaddeus doesn’t even turn around to look. He adjusts his bag and keeps walking toward the exit, his victory the only thing on his mind.
The camera lingers for a moment on the discarded toy, its twisted face grinning eerily from the floor, the unsettling laugh fading into the distance.
SEGMENT
The camera zooms in on the plush office of AAW General Manager Shaun Hart. Dressed in his signature tailored suit, Hart leans back in his chair, phone pressed to his ear. His expression is one of pure confidence.
Shaun Hart: Don’t worry, Tristian. I’ve got everything under control. Tonight’s main event is in good hands, trust me. There won’t be any surprises. The title match will go exactly as planned, and we’ll give the fans a show they won’t forget.
He pauses, listening to the owner of AAW, Tristian King, on the other end.
Shaun Hart: Yeah, I’ve made sure Kyra knows her role for tonight. Everything is set. Trust me, the World Title match is in good hands.
As Shaun wraps up his call, there’s a knock at the door. He glances up, slightly raising an eyebrow.
Shaun Hart: Come in.
The door swings open, and in walks Kyra Davison, the referee for tonight’s highly anticipated World Title match. Her presence commands attention, she’s not only officiating tonight, but she’s also the number one contender for that very same title at Ascension. With a confident stride, she approaches Hart’s desk.
Shaun Hart: Kyra, I’m glad you stopped by. Now listen, I expect you to call this match right down the middle tonight. No trickery. I don’t care what you’ve got going on at Ascension,tonight, it’s about making sure this match is fair and square. Got it?
Kyra smirks, clearly not fazed by Hart’s words. She leans slightly forward, looking Shaun dead in the eyes.
Kyra Davison: That’s the plan, Shaun. But you know how it is… if those boys get out of line, those plans can always change.
With a sly wink, Kyra turns on her heel and exits the office, leaving Shaun watching after her, unsure of whether to feel reassured or more concerned.
The camera lingers on Shaun Hart’s expression before cutting to the next scene.
Main Event
Special Guest Referee: Kyra Davison
World Heavyweight Championship
Triple Threat Match
Koa "The Destroyer" Tautala vs Nicky Douché
vs Axel Shaw ©
Jazmine Sparks: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is a triple threat match for the AAW World Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd roars as the announcement is made.
Jazmine Sparks: “Introducing first, your special guest referee… Kyra Davison!”
Mz Hyde” by Halestorm blares through the speakers as Kyra Davison saunters out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as she makes her way down the ramp, swigging from her bottle of Jack Daniels, slapping hands with fans along the way. She slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, raising the bottle for another toast before setting it aside and getting ready for the action to begin.
Jazmine Sparks: “And now, introducing the challengers! First, weighing in at 226 pounds… NICKY DOUCHÉ!”
Perfect” by Logic hits, and Nicky Douché steps out, exuding arrogance as he twirls around at the top of the ramp, a smug grin plastered on his face. He gestures to his head, signaling his self-proclaimed genius, while the fans in the arena shower him with boos. Ignoring the jeers, Nicky strides confidently down the ramp, front-flipping onto the apron before vaulting over the top rope into the ring. He strikes a theatrical pose in the middle of the ring, flashing a condescending smirk to the crowd before taking his corner.
Jazmine Sparks: “And his opponent, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 279 pounds… KOA ‘THE DESTROYER’ TAUTALA!”
The arena darkens, and the menacing riff of “Roots Bloody Roots” by Sepultura shakes the arena. A red spotlight illuminates the entrance as Koa Tautala steps out, wearing a traditional Samoan lava-lava over his gear, his face painted with intimidating tribal markings. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locked on the ring, before roaring and charging down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, Koa removes his lava-lava and pounds his fists together, signaling his readiness for war.
Jazmine Sparks: “And their opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds… he is the AAW World Heavyweight Champion… AXEL SHAW!”
The lights drop, and the sound of Axel Shaw’s entrance music reverberates through the arena. The champion steps through the curtain, the AAW World Heavyweight Championship proudly draped over his shoulder. Axel moves with purpose, his eyes laser-focused on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, Axel holds the championship high, turning to face his two challengers before handing the title over to Kyra Davison.
Ray Carter: “We’ve got a blockbuster main event tonight, Jay! Axel Shaw defending the AAW World Heavyweight Championship against Koa Tautala and Nicky Douché, and let’s not forget, Kyra Davison is going to be facing the winner at Ascension!”
Jay Walker: “Exactly, Ray, but Kyra’s made it clear, tonight she’s calling it right down the middle. She’ll deal with the winner at Ascension, but for now, she’s just here to make sure this match is fair.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the action is underway. Nicky Douché immediately walks over to Koa Tautala, whispering something in his ear with a sly grin. Koa listens carefully, nodding in agreement as the two challengers turn their attention toward Axel Shaw.
Ray Carter: “Looks like Nicky’s trying to convince Koa to team up here. If they want to take down the champ, that might be the way to do it.”
Together, Koa and Nicky rush at Axel, overwhelming the champion with a flurry of strikes. Koa’s massive forearms and headbutts stagger Axel as Nicky follows up with a theatrical front dropkick, sending Axel tumbling into the corner. The crowd boos as Nicky smugly poses for them, while Koa continues to punish the champion. Koa scoops Axel up and drops him with a devastating Samoan Drop, sending shockwaves through the ring. Nicky climbs to the top rope, measuring Axel before leaping off with a diving double stomp, crushing the champion’s chest.
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s loving this! He’s taking every opportunity to show off, but they’re working well together to wear Axel down.”
Koa pulls Axel back to his feet, tossing him across the ring with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex. Axel crumples to the mat as Nicky moves in, locking in a Fujiwara armbar. Axel grimaces in pain, but Kyra is right there to check if he wants to give up. But the champion refuses to quit, shaking his head as he fights through the pain. Just when it looks like Nicky might have the match won, Koa steps in, breaking up the submission by yanking Nicky off Axel and hurling him across the ring. Koa charges at Nicky and flattens him with a brutal discus clothesline, flipping Nicky inside out. The crowd pops as Koa stands tall, roaring in dominance. But before Koa can capitalize, Axel Shaw struggles back to his feet, clutching his arm in pain. Axel ducks a wild swing from Koa and fires back with a series of stiff strikes, targeting Koa’s midsection. He follows up with a knee to the gut, then plants Koa with a snap DDT.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s turning the tide! The champ’s back in this!”
Nicky, now on the outside, watches as Axel and Koa go at it, a sly grin forming on his face. As Axel lifts Koa up for a spinebuster, Nicky quickly hops onto the apron, but instead of jumping back into the action, he bides his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
Jay Walker: “Classic Nicky Douché! Letting Koa and Axel tear each other apart while he waits to pick up the pieces.”
Axel slams Koa down with the spinebuster and immediately turns to find Nicky. But before Axel can go after him, Koa is back on his feet, grabbing Axel by the throat and lifting him up for a powerbomb. Just as Koa lifts Axel up, Nicky finally slides back into the ring, but stops dead in his tracks as Axel counters the powerbomb into a hurricanrana, sending Koa crashing into the turnbuckle!
Ray Carter: “Axel’s hanging on by a thread, but Nicky’s waiting in the wings, biding his time! How’s this going to play out next?!”
Jay Walker: “Axel Shaw just turned Koa inside out with that hurricanrana! But watch out, Ray, Nicky’s got something cooking!”
As Koa crumples into the corner, Axel staggers to his feet, clearly worn from the punishment he’s endured. Nicky Douché, seeing his opportunity, pounces on Axel with a lightning-quick roaring elbow to the jaw, knocking the champion off balance.
Ray Carter: “There’s that deadly elbow from Douché! He’s not the biggest guy, but he packs a punch!”
Axel stumbles back into the ropes, and Nicky doesn’t waste any time. He grabs Axel by the wrist, yanking him forward and whipping him across the ring. As Axel rebounds, Nicky leaps into the air, catching him flush with a front dropkick, sending Axel crashing to the mat. The fans shower Nicky with boos, but the cocky challenger just blows them a kiss and scales the top turnbuckle, taking his time to taunt Axel, who’s still reeling on the mat. Nicky leaps into the air, his body soaring toward Axel, but at the last second, Axel rolls out of the way! Nicky crashes hard onto the canvas, clutching his ribs in pain as the crowd explodes.
Jay Walker: “Nobody home! Nicky Douché just splattered himself on the mat, and Axel Shaw dodged a bullet!”
Before Axel can capitalize, though, Koa Tautala has recovered. The Samoan powerhouse charges at Axel with a full head of steam, nailing him with a devastating flying shoulder block that sends Axel tumbling out of the ring. With Axel down on the outside, Koa turns his attention to Nicky, who’s still struggling to get to his feet after the missed frog splash. Koa stalks his prey, eyes locked in on Nicky as he pulls him up by the hair. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as Koa hoists Nicky up into the air for a powerbomb, positioning him near the ropes. But just as Koa is about to drive Nicky down with the powerbomb, Nicky manages to wriggle free, slipping out of Koa’s grasp and landing behind him. Nicky spins Koa around and snaps him into a brainbuster, driving Koa’s skull into the mat with a sickening thud.
Ray Carter: “What a counter from Nicky Douché! He just planted Koa with that brainbuster, and now he’s got the upper hand!”
The crowd is on its feet as Nicky, looking exhausted but determined, crawls over to cover Koa. Kyra Davison drops down to make the count, her hand slamming the mat.
Kyra Davison (counting):
One!
Two!
Before Kyra’s hand can hit the mat for three, Axel Shaw dives back into the ring, breaking up the pinfall at the last second with a stiff kick to Nicky’s back!
Jay Walker: “Axel saves his title! Nicky was milliseconds away from winning the championship, but Axel’s still got fight left!”
The fans are on the edge of their seats as Axel pulls Nicky up and immediately locks him into a crossface, wrenching back on Nicky’s neck with all the force he can muster.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s got that crossface locked in! He’s trying to make Nicky tap right here!”
Nicky screams in pain, his arm flailing as he desperately tries to reach the ropes. Kyra watches closely, asking Nicky if he wants to give up, but Nicky refuses, clawing his way toward the bottom rope. Just as Nicky’s fingers brush the rope, Koa Tautala, having recovered, barrels into Axel, breaking the submission hold with a thunderous running knee strike to Axel’s face. The impact sends Axel rolling across the ring, clutching his head in agony.
Ray Carter: “What a shot from Koa! He just saved Nicky from that crossface, but now he’s got both men down!”
Koa, breathing heavily but still standing strong, surveys the scene. Nicky is barely stirring, Axel is dazed, and Koa knows this is his moment to strike. He roars to the crowd, slapping his chest as he grabs a dazed Axel Shaw by the hair, yanking him to his feet. Koa lifts Axel onto his shoulders, setting him up for the Torture Rack. The champion writhes in pain as Koa wrenches Axel’s spine, bending him across his broad shoulders. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Axel struggles in the hold. Just when it looks like Koa might force Axel to submit, Nicky Douché, out of nowhere, rushes in and delivers a blistering roaring elbow to the back of Koa’s head, forcing him to drop Axel!
Ray Carter: “Nicky out of nowhere! That elbow just saved Axel’s championship reign again!”
The three competitors are down, the crowd is electric, and Kyra Davison stands over them, watching closely, knowing that this chaotic main event is far from over.
Jay Walker: “Who’s going to take control of this match? We’ve still got so much more to go!”
Koa slowly rises to his feet, shaking off the effects of Nicky’s elbow as the crowd roars in anticipation. His eyes narrow as he sets his sights on both of his opponents, who are still struggling to recover. Koa pounds his fists together, feeding off the energy of the Crypto.com Arena. Koa wastes no time, storming over to Nicky Douché, who is using the ropes to pull himself up. As soon as Nicky gets to his feet, Koa unloads with a brutal Samoan Blitz—a rapid combination of punches and headbutts. Each strike lands with bone-crunching force, driving Nicky back into the corner, helpless under the onslaught. Koa grabs Nicky by the wrist and yanks him out of the corner, flinging him across the ring with a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex. Nicky crashes to the mat and rolls out of the ring, completely disoriented and desperate for a breather.
Jay Walker: “Nicky just got launched like a ragdoll! He had to get out of there before Koa put him through the canvas!”
With Nicky temporarily out of the picture, Koa turns his attention to Axel Shaw, who’s trying to shake off the effects of the Torture Rack. Koa stalks toward Axel, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him to his feet. Axel tries to fight back, throwing a few wild punches, but Koa absorbs the shots and smashes Axel with a vicious knife-edge chop across the chest. Axel staggers back, gasping for air, but Koa is relentless. He grabs Axel by the arm and whips him into the ropes. As Axel rebounds, Koa charges forward, leveling the champion with a brutal discus clothesline. Axel flips in the air before crashing to the mat in a heap. The crowd is buzzing as Koa stands tall, surveying the damage. He rolls out of the ring, eyes locked on the steel steps, and rips them free from their base, hoisting them into the air with ease. The fans gasp in anticipation as Koa drags the steps toward the ring.
Ray Carter: “Oh no… Koa’s got the steel steps! Things are about to get ugly!”
Koa slides the steps into the ring and follows them in, a sinister look in his eyes. He positions the steps in the center of the ring and grabs Axel by the hair, pulling him to his feet once again. With one swift motion, Koa hoists Axel up onto his shoulders, looking to deliver a Samoan Drop right onto the steel steps! But before Koa can execute the move, Axel frantically fights back, driving his elbow into Koa’s temple repeatedly. Koa staggers, and Axel slips off his shoulders, landing behind him. Axel quickly grabs Koa around the waist and, with a burst of adrenaline, attempts a German suplex.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s trying to suplex Koa! But can he lift him?”
Axel strains under Koa’s weight, but Koa plants his feet and blocks the attempt. With a primal roar, Koa reverses the momentum, lifting Axel high into the air before slamming him down with a spinebuster, directly onto the steel steps!
Jay Walker: “Good God! Axel just got spinebustered on the steel steps! That could be it for the champ!”
Axel writhes in pain, clutching his lower back as the crowd explodes in a mix of cheers and gasps. Koa, breathing heavily, stands tall over Axel, his face painted with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. As Koa surveys the wreckage, he notices Nicky Douché slowly crawling back into the ring, still trying to recover from the earlier beatdown. Koa grins, knowing that Nicky is next on his list. He stalks over to Nicky, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him to his feet. Koa raises his fist high in the air, preparing to deliver another barrage of strikes, but Nicky, in a last-ditch effort, kicks Koa in the knee, causing him to stagger. Nicky quickly follows up with a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching Koa’s arm back and dropping to the mat, locking it in tight!
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s got the armbar locked in! He’s trying to take out Koa’s arm!”
Koa roars in pain, thrashing wildly as Nicky cranks back on the arm, desperately trying to make the Samoan powerhouse submit. Kyra Davison drops down, asking Koa if he wants to give up, but Koa refuses, his face contorted in pain and rage.
Ray Carter: “Koa’s in serious trouble here! Nicky’s got that armbar cinched in deep!”
But just when it looks like Koa might tap, the Samoan beast digs deep, powering up to his knees, and then to his feet, with Nicky still clinging to his arm. Koa lets out a guttural roar and lifts Nicky off the mat, tossing him across the ring with sheer brute force, breaking the hold. The crowd is in awe as Koa shakes his arm, trying to get the feeling back, while Nicky rolls to the corner, clutching his own body after being thrown halfway across the ring. Axel Shaw is still down, nursing his back, and Koa stands tall once again, ready to continue his domination.
Ray Carter: “Koa’s in total control, but we know this match is far from over!
Koa, his arm still aching but adrenaline surging through his body, sets his sights on Nicky Douché once more. With a primal growl, he charges toward Nicky, looking to lay him out with another devastating strike. Nicky, still recovering in the corner, sees Koa barreling toward him and quickly drops to one knee, delivering a vicious low blow right between Koa’s legs! Kyra Davison, focused on Axel Shaw trying to pull himself up on the far side of the ring, misses the low blow as the crowd erupts in boos. Koa crumples to the mat, clutching his groin in agony. Nicky, with a sly grin on his face, quickly follows up by grabbing Koa’s legs and tossing him under the bottom rope, sending him tumbling to the outside.
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s just tossed Koa out like yesterday’s garbage! This guy will do anything to stay in control!”
With Koa momentarily out of the picture, Nicky turns his attention to Axel Shaw, who is still struggling to get to his feet after the spinebuster on the steel steps. Nicky smells blood and immediately rushes at Axel, delivering a brutal front dropkick to the champion’s chest, sending Axel flying back into the corner. Nicky pops up theatrically, arms spread wide as he soaks in the crowd’s boos.
Ray Carter: “Nicky’s feeling himself now! The crowd may not like it, but he’s in full control!”
Nicky doesn’t waste any time, charging at Axel in the corner and hitting him with a roaring elbow right to the jaw. Axel’s head snaps back violently as Nicky grabs him by the arm and pulls him out of the corner, transitioning into an arm wrench suplex that sends the champion crashing to the mat. Axel rolls over, trying to shake the cobwebs, but Nicky stays on the attack. He climbs to the top rope, looking to hit one of his signature moves. With a confident smirk, Nicky leaps off the top, hitting Axel with a devastating diving double stomp right to the chest.
Ray Carter: “What a stomp from Nicky! That could crush your ribs!”
Axel writhes in pain, clutching his chest as Nicky stalks him like a predator. Sensing an opportunity to put the champion away, Nicky locks in a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching Axel’s arm and putting incredible pressure on his shoulder.
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s got that armbar locked in deep! Axel’s in real trouble here!”
Kyra Davison drops down again, asking Axel if he wants to tap out, but the champion shakes his head, refusing to give in. The crowd rallies behind Axel, chanting his name, but Nicky wrenches back harder, trying to force the submission.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s in a bad way! Nicky’s got that armbar in tight, and Koa’s still down on the outside!”
The fans watch anxiously as Axel struggles to crawl toward the ropes, his face contorted in pain. Nicky keeps the pressure on, barking at Axel to tap out, but Axel refuses, inching closer and closer to the ropes. With one final stretch, Axel grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break!
Jay Walker: “Axel got the rope! He’s not done yet!”
Nicky releases the hold, but he’s not happy about it. He slams his hands on the mat in frustration before grabbing Axel by the arm and dragging him back to the center of the ring. Nicky lifts Axel up, looking to hit a brainbuster to finish him off. He hoists Axel into the air, but Axel twists in mid-air, countering and landing behind Nicky. Axel immediately shoves Nicky into the ropes and nails him with a superkick as Nicky bounces back!
Ray Carter: “Axel just turned the tables! What a counter!”
Nicky stumbles back, dazed from the superkick, as Axel tries to shake off the pain in his arm. The champion isn’t out of the woods yet, but for the moment, he’s bought himself some time.
Jay Walker: “Axel’s hanging in there, but Nicky had him on the ropes! This match could go either way!
Nicky Douché, in complete control, pulls Axel Shaw up to his feet. He guides the champion to the corner and begins climbing the turnbuckle, pulling Axel up with him. The crowd is on edge as Nicky positions Axel on the top rope, looking to deliver a massive blow. With a roar of effort, Nicky hoists Axel high and crashes him down with a Falcon Arrow suplex from the top rope!
Jay Walker: “Good God! Nicky just hit Axel with a Falcon Arrow from the top rope! That’s gotta be it!”
Nicky immediately hooks the leg, going for the pin.
One!
Two!
Th—”
At the last second, Axel kicks out! The Crypto.com Arena erupts in cheers as Nicky stares at Kyra in disbelief, his face red with frustration.
Ray Carter: “I can’t believe Axel kicked out! How did he survive that?”
Nicky slaps the mat in frustration, glaring at Kyra Davison. He gets up, throwing his hands in the air as he argues with her over the count.
Nicky Douché: “That was three! You’re supposed to be down the middle, but that was three!”
Kyra stands firm, not backing down as she holds up two fingers, signaling the near-fall. Before Nicky can press the issue further, his eyes catch movement as Koa Tautala starts to climb back into the ring. Nicky shifts his focus immediately, dashing forward and catching Koa with a sudden superkick to the jaw, sending the Samoan staggering back. Nicky isn’t done. He grabs Koa and lifts him up, slamming him down with a brutal spinebuster that shakes the ring. Nicky goes for another cover, desperate to put this match away.
One!
Two!
Thr—”
But Koa kicks out just before the three! The crowd roars in approval, and Nicky looks absolutely furious. He slams his fists into the canvas, his frustration boiling over.
Ray Carter: “Koa kicks out now! Nicky can’t seem to finish either one of these guys off!”
Seething, Nicky rolls out of the ring and heads straight for the timekeeper’s area. He grabs a steel chair from under the apron, his eyes blazing with fury. In a triple-threat match, the chair is legal, and Nicky intends to use it to full effect.
Jay Walker: “Oh no, Nicky’s bringing out the hardware! That steel chair is perfectly legal, and Nicky’s about to use it!”
As Nicky raises the chair, ready to slide back into the ring, a fan from the front row in a hoodie and mask suddenly grabs the chair out of his hands. Nicky whips around, enraged. Nicky threatens the fan, yelling at them to back off. But the masked fan remains calm, slowly removing the mask to reveal, Anthony King! The crowd explodes in shock and excitement.
Jay Walker: “It’s Anthony King! Anthony King is here!”
Nicky is stunned, his eyes wide in disbelief. Before he can react, Anthony King jumps the barricade, and the two immediately start trading blows. The brawl erupts at ringside, punches flying as the fans go wild. King and Nicky battle their way through the crowd, exchanging punches as they disappear into the sea of fans, lost in the chaos.
Ray Carter: “King and Nicky are brawling through the crowd! This is absolute madness!”
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Koa Tautala has made it to his feet, shaking off the effects of the spinebuster. He spots Axel Shaw, still dazed from the Falcon Arrow earlier, and charges full speed, looking to hit his devastating spear. But Axel, with veteran awareness, catches Koa mid-charge and counters with a brutal knee to the face!
Jay Walker: “Axel catches Koa! What a knee!”
Koa stumbles back, clearly rocked, and Axel wastes no time. He grabs Koa, spins him around, and plants him with his finishing move, Bad Decisions (Blackhole Slam)!
Ray Carter: “Bad Decisions! Axel hits it! Koa’s done!”
Axel drops down for the cover as Kyra slides in for the count.
One!
Two!
Three!”
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Axel Shaw retains his AAW World Heavyweight Championship.
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner and STILL the AAW World Heavyweight Champion… Axel Shaw!”
Axel rises to his feet, breathing heavily as Kyra retrieves the AAW World Championship from ringside. She looks at the title for a moment, the weight of her upcoming challenge clear in her expression. The two lock eyes, tension building as Kyra hands the championship over to Axel, both knowing their paths are set for Ascension.
Jay Walker: “Look at this, Ray. That’s a preview of what’s to come at Ascension. Axel Shaw vs. Kyra Davison for the World Championship. You know it’s going to be a fight!”
Ray Carter: “There’s a storm brewing between these two, Jay. And when they finally clash, it’s going to be one hell of a showdown.”
Axel raises the AAW World Championship high above his head, never taking his eyes off Kyra, who stands tall in the ring, matching his intensity as the show fades to black.
[/div]PRE SHOW SEGMENT
The camera opens with a wide shot of the vibrant Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, filled with excited fans holding signs and cheering. The AAW pre-show stage is set outside, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan sit at the desk, ready to engage with the audience.
Ray Carter: “Welcome, AAW fans, to the Friday Night Impact pre-show! We’re coming to you live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, and the energy here is electric! I’m Ray Carter, alongside my partner Jay Walker and the always insightful Alyssa Morgan. We’ve got a lot to discuss tonight, but before we dive into the matches, let’s talk about some of the hottest stories brewing in AAW.”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray! The tension between Anthony King and Nicky Douché has been simmering since day one, and it’s really starting to boil over. These two can’t seem to stay out of each other’s way, and it’s making for some must-see drama!”
Alyssa Morgan: “Right? It all came to a head during the last Friday Night Impact with that massive brawl in the parking lot. It was chaos! You could feel the animosity between them, and with Nicky Douché now positioned for a title shot, the stakes couldn’t be higher.”
Ray Carter: “Exactly, Alyssa. Nicky has a huge opportunity tonight, but that past brawl leaves us wondering—how much of his focus will be on the championship, and how much will it be on Anthony King? These two are like oil and water, and every time they’re in the same building, sparks fly.”
Jay Walker: “And let’s not forget about the mind games. Nicky’s confidence has been through the roof lately, but King has a way of getting under his skin. It’ll be interesting to see how that affects Nicky’s mindset heading into the main event.”
Alyssa Morgan: “You know, it’s also worth mentioning that this rivalry goes beyond just personal animosity. There’s a lot of pride at stake here, and I wouldn’t be surprised if King tries to make a statement tonight, especially with the main event so close at hand.”
Ray Carter: “Definitely, and the back-and-forth between them has captivated fans. The storyline has been evolving, and it’s added so much intrigue to the show. I can’t wait to see how it unfolds tonight.”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely. The intensity is palpable, and you know the fans are hungry for more. The tension leading up to this match is going to make it one of the highlights of the night, even if they’re not directly involved in each other’s matches.”
Alyssa Morgan: “And with both of them known for their unpredictability, you can bet anything could happen. It’ll be fascinating to watch.”
Ray Carter: “We’re just scratching the surface, folks! Stay with us as we continue to discuss all the burning topics in AAW leading up to Friday Night Impact! The atmosphere is electric, and we’re just getting started!”
The camera pans over the cheering crowd as the pre-show continues, building excitement for the night ahead. The camera returns to the pre-show desk, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan continue to discuss the unfolding drama in AAW.
Ray Carter: “Now, let’s shift our focus to Koa ‘The Destroyer’ Tautala. Since his loss to Ken in the United States tournament, Koa has been a ticking time bomb. He’s been out of control, and his actions have raised serious concerns among the AAW roster and management.”
Jay Walker: “That’s right, Ray. After losing that match, it seems like Koa has spiraled into this aggressive, almost reckless behavior. We saw it firsthand during the last Friday Night Impact when he attacked Karly Ward’s do-boy. That wasn’t just a beatdown; it was a statement, and it sent shockwaves through the locker room.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Absolutely. Koa’s been on a warpath, and you have to wonder how much of this is frustration from that loss. It’s like he’s taken out his anger on anyone who crosses his path. And now, with a World Heavyweight Championship match looming, it begs the question—what’s going to happen if he doesn’t get the title?”
Ray Carter: “That’s the million-dollar question, Alyssa. Shaun Hart’s decision to give Koa a title shot seems like a double-edged sword. On one hand, it might quell his destructive tendencies, but on the other, if Koa doesn’t walk out as champion, who knows what kind of chaos he could unleash?”
Jay Walker: “Exactly, Ray. It’s a gamble for Shaun, but at the same time, you can understand the logic. If giving Koa a shot at the title means we can avoid further destruction, it might just be worth it. But Koa is unpredictable, and we’ve seen him lash out before—especially after setbacks.”
Alyssa Morgan: “The stakes are high tonight. Koa not only wants to reclaim his status but also to make a statement. If he loses, it could be catastrophic for everyone involved. I just hope that the presence of Kyra Davison as the special guest referee will help keep things in check, but with someone like Koa, you never know.”
Ray Carter: “Definitely, and with Nicky Douché and Axel Shaw in the mix, it’s going to be a powder keg of emotions. The last thing we want is for Koa to snap and take out his frustrations on his opponents or anyone else in the vicinity.”
Jay Walker: “The unpredictability surrounding Koa adds an extra layer of drama to the main event. We’re all on the edge of our seats wondering how it’s going to play out tonight.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Exactly! With tensions running high, anything can happen. I just hope the AAW roster is ready for the potential fallout.”
Ray Carter: “We’ll see how it unfolds tonight! As we continue to build toward the show, stay tuned for more analysis and breakdowns of the unfolding stories here at AAW!”
The camera captures the crowd’s energy, with fans eagerly anticipating the night’s events as the pre-show continues. The camera zooms back in on the pre-show desk, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan are ready to delve into the ongoing tension in AAW.
Ray Carter: “Now, let’s talk about the brewing tension between AAW General Manager Shaun Hart and the reigning Intercontinental Champion, Mac Bane. It’s clear from last Friday Night Impact that there’s a history between these two, and it’s anything but friendly.”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray. The disdain Shaun has for Mac is palpable. During the last show, you could see it in Shaun’s body language—he’s not thrilled about having Mac as one of his champions. It’s like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to make things difficult for him.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Right? Mac Bane has been a formidable champion, but Shaun’s past with him seems to cloud his judgment. You can’t help but wonder if Shaun is going to use his power to make Mac’s title reign a living nightmare. It’s an interesting dynamic, considering how champions are usually supported by management.”
Ray Carter: “It’s definitely unusual, especially when you consider that champions typically have the backing of the GM. But Shaun’s history with Mac suggests that he may be looking for opportunities to undermine him or perhaps even provoke him into making mistakes.”
Jay Walker: “And that’s what makes this situation so volatile. Mac has proven himself time and again in the ring, but if he’s constantly looking over his shoulder, wondering what Shaun might do next, it could affect his performance.”
Alyssa Morgan: “Exactly. It’s like Shaun is playing mind games with Mac, and that psychological warfare could have serious repercussions in the ring. The question is, how will Mac respond to Shaun’s antics? Will he rise above it, or will it get to him?”
Ray Carter: “If Shaun decides to put obstacles in Mac’s path, it could lead to a very turbulent title reign. We’ve already seen how emotional Mac can get, especially when it comes to defending his championship. Shaun could very well exploit that.”
Jay Walker: “And with a major title match coming up tonight against ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page, Mac needs to focus on retaining his championship. If he allows the tension with Shaun to distract him, it could cost him dearly.”
Alyssa Morgan: “There’s a lot on the line for Mac tonight. If he wants to maintain his status as champion, he’ll have to navigate not only the challenges in the ring but also the looming shadow of Shaun Hart. It’s a precarious position for sure.”
Ray Carter: “This rivalry adds another layer of intrigue to the show. The tension between the GM and the champion could turn into a significant storyline in AAW. We’ll have to keep a close eye on how it develops tonight!”
The camera pans to the audience, capturing their excitement as they anticipate the unfolding drama in the arena.
The camera returns to the pre-show desk, where Ray Carter, Jay Walker, and Alyssa Morgan are ready to discuss the match card for the evening.
Ray Carter: “Alright, folks, it’s time to dive into the match card for tonight’s Friday Night Impact! We have a packed lineup that promises to deliver some incredible action. Let’s start with the first match on the card: the Intercontinental Championship clash between ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page and the champion, Mac Bane.”
Jay Walker: “This one is going to be a thriller! Mac Bane is a tough competitor, but Summer has been on a roll lately. I think she has the tools to pull off an upset. I’m picking Summer Page to win the title!
Alyssa Morgan: “I respect your choice, Jay, but I’m going with Mac Bane. He’s proven himself time and again, and with the stakes as high as they are, I think he’ll rise to the occasion and retain his championship.”
Ray Carter: “I’m leaning toward Mac Bane too, but it wouldn’t shock me if Summer pulls off the victory. Moving on to our second match: TJ Alexander vs. John Blade. Both men are talented, but I feel like TJ has the edge here. I’m picking him to win.”
Jay Walker: “I have to agree with you, Ray. TJ has been impressive lately, and I think he’ll be able to outmaneuver John Blade. I’m going with TJ as well.”
Alyssa Morgan: “I’m feeling a bit bold today, so I’ll go with John Blade for the upset! He has the agility to surprise TJ, and I think he’s due for a big win.”
Ray Carter: “I like it! Now, let’s move on to our triple threat match: Noah ‘The Nomad’ Stroud vs. Jack ‘Ironman’ Stanton vs. Tracy Cage. This one is sure to be chaotic!”
Jay Walker: “You’re right about that! I’m excited to see how these three styles clash. I’m going with Jack. He has the experience and versatility to come out on top in a triple threat.”
Alyssa Morgan: “I’m going to take a chance and pick Noah. He’s got that determination, and I believe he’s ready to prove himself tonight.”
Ray Carter: “I’m going with Tracy Cage. She was impressive in her debut match , and I think she has the skills to be able to capitalize on the chaos of a triple threat. Now, let’s move to our fourth match: Latoya Hixx vs. Jack Taylor.
Jay Walker: “This is a clash of styles! I’m picking Latoya Hixx to win. She has the speed and athleticism to outmatch Jack Taylor.”
Alyssa Morgan: “I think Jack Taylor will take this one. He’s resilient and can adapt his strategy mid-match. I see him pulling off a victory tonight.”
Ray Carter: “Great picks! Next up, we have Thaddeus Duke taking on Ace Sky. This one should be another intense battle.”
Jay Walker: “I’m going with Thaddeus Duke. He’s got that championship pedigree and experience. Plus he's looking to keep his momentum up as he heads towards his United States Championship match at Ascension,I think he’ll prove too much for Ace.
Alyssa Morgan: “I’ll side with Ace Sky on this one! He’s a veteran, and I believe he has what it takes to pull off the upset.
Ray Carter: “Now, let’s move to the main event! It’s a triple threat match for the World Heavyweight Championship featuring Koa ‘The Destroyer’ Tautala, Nicky Douché, and the champion, Axel Shaw, with Kyra Davison as the special guest referee.”
Jay Walker: “This main event is going to be explosive! I’m picking Koa to take the championship. He’s on a mission, and I think his aggression will pay off tonight.
Alyssa Morgan: “I have to go with Axel Shaw to retain. He’s been a fighting champion and knows how to navigate the chaos of a triple threat match.”
Ray Carter: “I’m torn, but I’m leaning towards Nicky Douché. He’s been hungry for that title, and this could be his moment. But let’s not forget, whoever wins tonight will face Kyra Davison at the upcoming PPV. That adds a whole new layer to the equation!”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely! Kyra could have a huge impact on the outcome of that match, especially with the tension surrounding Koa and Nicky. It’s going to be fascinating to see how that dynamic plays out.”
Alyssa Morgan: “No doubt about it. The winner of the main event will have a lot to think about as they prepare to face Kyra. It’s all shaping up to be a thrilling night!”
Ray Carter: “Well, that wraps up our analysis of tonight’s matches! Stay tuned as we gear up for an unforgettable Friday Night Impact! The energy here in the arena is electric, and we can’t wait to get things started!”
The camera captures the excited crowd, and the anticipation builds as the pre-show continues.
SHOW OPENING
The camera pans over the packed arena, the lights dimming for just a moment before an explosion of pyro shoots up from the stage, filling the arena with thunderous noise and bright flashes of color. The crowd erupts as the official theme song blasts through the speakers, and the lights flash in sync with the beat. Fans are on their feet, waving signs and cheering for their favorite wrestlers.
Signs like “Mac Bane’s the Man!” and “Summer Page: The Queen of AAW” stand tall in the audience, while others hold up signs supporting “The Underdog Jack Taylor” and “Koa The Destroyer.One fan even has a sign that reads “Thaddeus Duke = GOAT,” Aleo see a couple signs that's signs Axel Shaw is my World Champion, couple more signs are shows as we see a Nicky Douché for President, Tracy Cage is a star, I walk with Noah "The Nomad", Im a Game Changer With TJ Alexander. The fans showing their excitement for the stacked card tonight. As the pyro settles, the camera zooms in on the entrance ramp, giving the audience a final burst of excitement before transitioning to the commentary table.
Ray Carter: Welcome everyone to Friday Night Impact, and what a show we have lined up for you tonight! The Intercontinental Championship is on the line with Summer Page challenging Mac Bane, and in our main event, the World Heavyweight Championship will be decided in a massive Triple Threat match with Kyra Davison as the special guest referee!”
Jay Walker: “That’s right, Ray! Plus, TJ Alexander takes on John Blade, and we’ve got an intense Triple Threat Match featuring Noah Stroud, Jack Stanton, and Tracy Cage! Latoya Hixx vs Jack Taylor will be another heated contest, and don’t forget about Thaddeus Duke squaring off with Ace Sky!”
Ray Carter: “It’s a night you don’t want to miss, folks! But first, let’s get right into the action. The Intercontinental Championship is up for grabs, and we’re kicking things off with Summer Page versus Mac Bane!”
The camera shifts to the ring as the crowd’s excitement builds, ready for the first match of the night.
SEGMENT
Instagram Live
“Spoiled: Summer Page is walking through the backstage area of the Crypto.Com Arena.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:As I make my way to the Gorilla Position I can’t help but think about Mac’s words that I am nothing more than a pawn. Or as you call it a shot fired straight from the Book of Bane.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:I can truly appreciate your confidence and that you and Shaun are in some sort of squabble. Does it bother me that I’ve been put into this situation? Would you be if the roles were reversed?
Summer pauses,smiles, and shakes her head.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:I didn’t think so. You would just be pleased to have this opportunity. But what is actually going on is that you and Shaun have beef. As you can imagine, Mac, while I have all the respect for you in the world I actually don’t care what is going on between you two. That’s none of my business. What is my business though is you and I in between those AAW ropes from bell to bell. So you two can focus on your pissing contest while I focus on the AAW Intercontinental Championship. But don’t let that skewed focus of yours get your vision twisted to where you refuse to see that I’m not the pawn that you want me to be but the queen I actually am.
“Spoiled: Summer Page:Obviously I’m not a psychic like so many of our counterparts pretend to be so will I win tonight? I don’t know but what I do know is that I want that Intercontinental Championship badly and I will bust my ass to walk out of here tonight as the new champion. Then you and Shaun can be left to your own devices so you can each go back to your pissing contest.
Summer hands her cellphone to her boyfriend Craig. They give each other a quick peck on the lips. Craig wishes Summer luck as Summer walks away and suddenly the Live feed is shut off.
Match One
Intercontinental Championship
Standard Singles Match
“Spoiled” Summer Page vs Mac Bane ©
The camera pans across the Crypto.com Arena as the crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the opening match of the night. “S&M” by Rihanna hits the speakers, and the crowd cheers loudly as Summer Page makes her way down the aisle, looking as confident as ever.
Jazmine Sparks: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, from New York, weighing in at 120 pounds… ‘Spoiled’ Summer Page!”
Summer walks gracefully to the ring, pausing to raise her arms in acknowledgment of the cheering fans. She motions for the referee to open the ropes for her, and she smoothly enters the ring, climbing the middle turnbuckle and soaking in the adoration of the crowd.
Ray Carter: “Summer Page looks focused and determined tonight, Jay. She’s held titles all over the world, but this is her first shot at the Intercontinental Championship here in AAW!”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray. Summer’s technical wrestling is second to none, and if anyone can give Mac Bane a run for his money, it’s her. But let’s not forget, she’s facing a man who’s not just bigger and stronger, but meaner.”
Suddenly, the arena goes dark as “The Enemy” by Godsmack blasts over the speakers. Mac Bane steps onto the stage, the spotlight highlighting his massive frame. The crowd erupts into boos, and garbage is thrown toward the ramp as Mac stands unphased, raising his arms in the “Hook’em Horns” gesture.
Jazmine Sparks: “And her opponent, from Port Arthur, Texas, weighing in at 280 pounds… he is the Intercontinental Champion, Mac Bane!”
Mac walks methodically down the ramp, the ringposts shooting out pyro as he makes his way inside. He removes his duster and hat, staring down Summer Page with an intense focus.
Ray Carter: “Mac Bane is a mountain of a man and a force to be reckoned with. This is his first title defense since winning the Intercontinental Championship, and he’s got a lot to prove.”
Jay Walker: “No doubt, but the interesting thing here is that Mac Bane’s power will be tested by Summer Page’s technical precision. This is going to be a chess match.”
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both competitors step toward the center of the ring, locking eyes. The atmosphere is tense as they circle each other, testing the waters before Mac goes in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Summer ducks underneath and slips around, locking in a quick waist lock. Mac powers out, throwing her off, but Summer bounces back and catches him in a side headlock.
Ray Carter: “And here we go! Summer Page already trying to outmaneuver the bigger Mac Bane with that headlock.”
Jay Walker: She’s gotta use her speed and technical skills to counteract his power, Ray. She’s doing exactly that.
Mac shoves Summer into the ropes, but as she rebounds, she catches him with a quick arm drag, sending him to the mat. Mac quickly gets back to his feet, but Summer’s already behind him, locking in a standing armbar. Mac grits his teeth and tries to power out, but Summer applies more pressure, twisting the arm tightly.
Ray Carter: “Beautiful armbar by Summer Page! She’s got Mac Bane in a tight hold, and she’s looking to wear him down early.”
Jay Walker: “Smart strategy. If she can neutralize that arm, she’ll take away a lot of Mac’s power moves.”
Mac manages to roll through, reversing the armbar and transitioning into a hammerlock. He lifts Summer off her feet briefly before placing her back down, showcasing his strength. Summer winces but quickly rolls out of the hold, transitioning into a wrist lock of her own. The crowd pops as the two continue to exchange technical holds.
Ray Carter: “Both of these competitors showing off their technical prowess here in the early goings. No one’s going for the pin yet, they’re just feeling each other out.”
Jay Walker: “This is classic wrestling, Ray. They know it’s not about rushing; it’s about wearing your opponent down and waiting for the perfect opportunity.”
Summer breaks the wrist lock and quickly catches Mac in a front facelock, twisting him to the ground into a grounded headlock. Mac powers out, pushing her into the corner. He backs off for a moment, smirking as he rubs his neck.
Ray Carter: “Mac Bane giving Summer Page a bit of respect there, knowing she’s going to make him work for every inch in this match.”
Jay Walker: “He’s not used to being outwrestled like this. You can see it on his face—he’s sizing her up, trying to figure out the best way to overpower her.”
Mac lunges forward, looking for a clothesline, but Summer ducks it, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a high knee that stuns the big man. She quickly follows it up with a Snap German Suplex, sending Mac crashing to the mat!
Ray Carter: “What a Snap German Suplex! Summer Page just took Mac Bane off his feet!”
Jay Walker: “That’s what Summer does best—precision, speed, and technique. Mac Bane didn’t see that coming.”
Mac quickly gets back to his feet, shaking off the suplex. He’s visibly irritated now as he moves in for another lock-up, but Summer ducks again, this time going for a Tilt-A-Whirl into a Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd pops again as Summer continues to control the pace.
Ray Carter: “Summer Page is in control here! She’s taking Mac Bane to school with these holds and counters.”
Jay Walker: “But how long can she keep this up? Mac Bane’s a tank, and all he needs is one big move to turn the tide.”
The match continues with both competitors trading holds and counters, neither willing to give an inch. Summer Page keeps Mac Bane grounded with her technical prowess, while Mac is biding his time, looking for his moment to strike, The pace begins to quicken as both wrestlers get back to their feet, breathing a little heavier now. Mac Bane charges at Summer, looking to use his size and strength to turn the tide. Summer ducks under a wild clothesline attempt, bouncing off the ropes to build momentum. She leaps toward Mac, attempting a Springboard DDT but Mac catches her in mid-air!
Ray Carter: “Oh, Mac Bane just caught her like she weighs nothing!”
Jay Walker: “This is what I was talking about, Ray! Mac’s size and power are a game-changer Summer needs to get out of this situation fast.”
Mac grins, showcasing his strength by holding Summer in position for a moment. He plants her hard on the mat with a spine-shaking Sidewalk Slam. Summer winces in pain as Mac gets back to his feet, his expression now more intense as he starts to impose his will. Mac drags Summer back to her feet, locking her into a front facelock and lifting her up for a suplex. He holds her in the air, showcasing his raw strength, but as he’s about to bring her down, Summer shifts her weight, sliding behind him! She rolls him up into a quick Sunset Flip attempt, not going for the pin, but transitioning into a lightning-fast dropkick to the face!
Ray Carter: “Wow! Did you see how quick Summer was there? Beautiful escape into a dropkick!”
Jay Walker: “That’s the speed difference, Ray! Summer’s not backing down from Mac’s power she’s using her agility to stay a step ahead!”
Summer capitalizes on the opening, hitting a running High Knee to Mac’s jaw as he gets to one knee. Mac stumbles but doesn’t fall. Summer bounces off the ropes and nails him with a Snap Suplex, showing incredible technique by using his own momentum against him! Mac rolls out of the suplex, shaking his head, visibly irritated as he rises. Summer tries to stay on him, but Mac catches her with a stiff elbow to the midsection, stopping her momentum. He grabs her and tosses her into the corner with a punishing Irish Whip, the impact echoing through the Crypto.com Arena as Summer crumples into the turnbuckle. Mac follows up, charging at Summer with a massive Clothesline in the corner, flattening her against the turnbuckle. Summer gasps for air, her body slumping as Mac pulls her into the center of the ring and lifts her up for a Powerslam. He pauses for a moment, taunting the crowd with a grin before driving her down hard into the mat.
Ray Carter: “Huge Powerslam from the champion! Mac Bane is taking control of this match!”
Jay Walker: “He’s slowing it down now, turning this into a power game. If Summer doesn’t get back to that speed and technique, Mac’s gonna bulldoze her.”
Mac grabs Summer’s leg, looking to lock in the Cloverleaf, trying to wear her down with his submission prowess. He flips her over, but Summer, showing incredible ring awareness, manages to twist her body and kick Mac away before he can fully lock in the hold. She scrambles to her feet, favoring her back, but she’s not done yet. Summer springs back into action, ducking another attempt at a Clothesline and hitting Mac with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT! The crowd pops as Mac’s head spikes into the mat, giving Summer a moment to regroup. Both competitors are down momentarily, the crowd roaring in anticipation as the match reaches a critical point. Summer slowly gets to her feet first, while Mac shakes the cobwebs, rising with a bit more frustration in his movements. The two stare each other down, neither willing to give an inch as they prepare for the next exchange.
Ray Carter: “This match has been an absolute battle! Both Mac Bane and Summer Page are pulling out all the stops in this technical war!”
Jay Walker: “They’re both showing why they’re considered legends, Ray. It’s gonna come down to who can capitalize on that one mistake!”
The action is picking up, with both wrestlers now trading quicker strikes and counters, Mac trying to keep control with his power while Summer does everything in her ability to outsmart and outmaneuver him. As both competitors regain their footing, the intensity in the Crypto.com Arena builds. Summer Page takes a deep breath, knowing she needs to keep the pace fast to stay ahead of the powerful Mac Bane. She feints a charge, causing Mac to lunge forward with a big boot, but she rolls underneath, popping up behind him and hitting a quick Chick Kick to the side of his head! The crowd erupts as Mac stumbles to one knee. Summer rushes toward the ropes, using her speed to build momentum, but as she rebounds, Mac explodes to his feet and catches her mid-run with a thunderous Running High Knee that stops her in her tracks. The impact echoes through the arena as Summer crumples to the mat, clutching her chest.
Ray Carter: “What a shot! Mac Bane just floored Summer with that knee, and you could hear the impact all the way up here!”
Jay Walker: “That’s the danger with Mac. It only takes one of those big strikes to completely change the complexion of this match!”
Mac wastes no time, grabbing Summer and hoisting her up for a massive Suplex. He holds her high in the air for a moment, showing off his strength before slamming her down hard. Summer arches her back in pain as Mac goes back to work, dragging her to the center of the ring and attempting to lock in the Cloverleaf once again.
Ray Carter: “He’s going back to that Cloverleaf! If he locks this in, it could be all over for Summer Page!”
But Summer, showing her grit and determination, fights against Mac’s grip. She claws at the mat, desperately trying to prevent him from turning her over. With one final burst of energy, she manages to flip onto her back and kick Mac square in the chest, sending him stumbling backward!
Jay Walker: “What a counter! Summer’s not done yet, she refuses to let Mac get that Cloverleaf locked in!”
Summer quickly gets to her feet, favoring her back but determined to keep the fight going. She charges at Mac and leaps into the air, nailing him with a Springboard DDT! Mac’s head crashes into the mat, and the crowd is on their feet, sensing the momentum shift. Summer scrambles to her feet, the adrenaline pumping as she spots her opportunity. She climbs to the top turnbuckle, steadying herself as the crowd rises in anticipation. She leaps off, going for a diving crossbody, but Mac catches her mid-air! With a roar, Mac transitions into a brutal Fallaway Slam, sending Summer flying across the ring! Mac stalks toward Summer, looking to finish things as he pulls her up by the hair, a menacing scowl on his face. But Summer, showing her quick thinking, drops down and grabs Mac’s leg, rolling him up into a Single Leg Crab! The crowd pops huge as Summer twists and cranks on the hold, trying to wear down the bigger man.
Ray Carter: “Summer’s got the Single Leg Crab locked in! She’s turning the tables here!”
Jay Walker: “That’s a brilliant move! She’s targeting the legs, trying to chop the big man down to size!”
Mac grits his teeth, the pain evident on his face, but he starts to crawl toward the ropes. Using his sheer strength, he drags both himself and Summer closer, eventually grabbing the bottom rope to force a break. The referee steps in, forcing Summer to let go, but she knows she can’t give him any room to recover. Summer waits for Mac to rise, bouncing off the ropes again to gain speed. As Mac turns around, Summer leaps for a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors, but Mac powers through and counters by slamming her into the mat with a Reverse STO! Summer hits hard, her momentum finally halted by the champion’s brute force.
Jay Walker: “What a counter by Mac! He just flattened Summer with that Reverse STO, and now he’s got control again!”
Ray Carter: “Every time Summer builds momentum, Mac seems to have an answer. This is a championship-level match if I’ve ever seen one!”
Both competitors are down again, breathing heavily, as the crowd continues to cheer them on. The energy in the arena is electric as Mac slowly pulls himself to his feet, while Summer, showing the heart of a true fighter, begins to stir as well. The battle is far from over, and the fans can feel that something big is coming next. As Mac Bane slowly gets to his feet, the aura of dominance begins to take over the arena. The crowd, still buzzing from the back-and-forth action, senses the tide turning in favor of the champion. Summer Page stirs on the mat, but as she tries to rise, Mac’s shadow looms over her, a stark reminder of the power disadvantage she faces.
Ray Carter: You can feel it now, Jay. Mac Bane is in control, and that’s bad news for Summer Page. She’s put up one hell of a fight, but the champion looks like he’s ready to take over.
Jay Walker: “He’s a mountain of a man, Ray. When Mac gets rolling like this, it’s hard to stop him.”
Mac yanks Summer off the mat with authority, lifting her with ease into a massive Bearhug. He squeezes tightly, showcasing his brute strength as Summer gasps in pain, her arms flailing as she tries to find an escape. The crowd starts to rally behind her, but Mac cinches in the hold even tighter, using every ounce of his 280-pound frame to crush her midsection. Summer’s face is etched with pain, but she refuses to quit. With the crowd urging her on, she begins hammering elbows into Mac’s head, each strike weakening his grip little by little. She finally lands a sharp elbow to his temple, forcing Mac to release her. Summer drops to the mat, gasping for air, but Mac isn’t about to give her any room to recover. Before Summer can even gather herself, Mac grabs her by the arm and whips her hard into the corner. The impact rattles the ring, and as Summer slumps against the turnbuckle, Mac charges in with a full head of steam, crashing into her with a devastating Clothesline. The force of the blow nearly sends Summer over the top rope, but she hangs on, dazed and wobbly.
Jay Walker: “That’s like getting hit by a freight train! Mac Bane’s unleashing his full power now!”
Ray Carter: “Summer’s got heart, but she’s in deep waters now. Mac’s not letting up.”
Mac pulls her from the corner and lifts her high into the air for a Vertical Suplex. He holds her up, showing off his strength as the crowd watches in awe. After a few long moments, he slams her down hard into the mat, the ring shaking from the impact. Summer arches her back in agony, but Mac is relentless, immediately rolling her over into a Boston Crab, sitting deep to apply maximum pressure. Despite the pain, Summer refuses to tap out. Her resilience shines through as she claws at the mat, desperately trying to inch her way toward the ropes. The crowd chants her name, willing her to fight through the pain. Slowly but surely, she inches closer, Mac shouting for her to give up as he leans back even further. With one last push, Summer grabs the bottom rope! The referee immediately calls for the break, and Mac is forced to release the hold.
Ray Carter: “She made it! Summer Page somehow found a way to the ropes, and she’s still in this match!”
Jay Walker: “That was pure willpower, Ray. Mac Bane had her locked in, but Summer just refuses to stay down!”
Frustration flashes across Mac’s face as he hauls Summer back to her feet. He hoists her up for a Powerbomb, but Summer, showing her resilience, begins hammering punches into Mac’s head. Mac stumbles, losing his balance, and Summer counters with a Hurricanrana, sending Mac crashing to the mat! The crowd explodes as Summer fights her way back into the match. Both wrestlers are down on the mat, breathing heavily as the crowd rallies behind Summer. Mac is the first to stir, shaking off the effects of the Hurricanrana, but Summer, despite the punishment she’s taken, pushes herself up as well. The two lock eyes, and the tension in the arena builds as they prepare for the next exchange. Mac, shaking off the damage, charges at Summer, looking for a big clothesline. But Summer ducks at the last second, bounces off the ropes, and comes flying back with a High Knee that rocks the big man! Mac staggers back, dazed, but still on his feet. Summer doesn’t waste any time, using her speed to keep him off balance, hitting him with a Snap Suplex out of nowhere!
Ray Carter: “Snap Suplex! Summer Page is showing everyone she can hang with the champion!”
Jay Walker: “She’s got to stay on him, Ray. Mac’s not going to stay down for long—she needs to find a way to put him away!”
Summer, fueled by the crowd’s energy, pulls Mac up, trying to maintain the momentum, but the powerful champion isn’t done yet. Mac shoves her away and nails her with a vicious Forearm Strike, dropping her to one knee. He follows up with a brutal Elbow Drop from the middle rope, crushing Summer beneath his weight. Mac stands tall, surveying the damage as Summer struggles to pull herself up using the ropes. The crowd watches in anticipation, wondering if she has anything left to give in this brutal battle. Mac watches Summer struggling to her feet, clearly battered but still determined. With a grim look, he steps back, sizing her up. The crowd is on edge as Mac charges forward, delivering his devastating finisher Blunt Force Trauma a vicious Knee Trembler that connects perfectly with Summer’s jaw. She collapses to the mat, completely motionless.
Mac hooks the leg for the pin, and the referee slides into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jazmine Sparks: Here is your winner and still the AAW Intercontinental Champion, Max Bane!!!!!
The bell rings, and the arena fills with a mix of cheers and boos as Mac rises to his feet, raising his arms in victory. The ring announcer declares him still the Intercontinental Champion, his title gleaming in the spotlight as he stands tall over his fallen opponent, having successfully defended his championship.
SEGMENT
Backstage at Gorilla position, Shaun Hart waits alone, arms crossed, watching the monitor. The crowd can still be heard reacting to the conclusion of the match where Mac Bane successfully retained the Intercontinental Championship against Summer Page. The curtain rustles, and Mac Bane steps through, still catching his breath, the Intercontinental Championship proudly draped over his shoulder.
Mac stops in front of Shaun, who offers a slow, calculating smile. Mac raises the title high, his eyes locked on Shaun.
Mac Bane: Line them up, Shaun. I’ll take them right back down again.
Shaun chuckles, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Shaun Hart: Oh, don’t worry, Mac. You’ll find out on the next Impact who you’ll be facing at Ascension with that championship on the line.”
Mac smirks, holding the title up one more time before walking off, leaving Shaun with a sly smile as the camera fades.
SEGMENT
The arena is buzzing as Anthony King’s theme music blares through the speakers. He walks out with purpose, microphone in hand, eyes locked on the ring. The crowd knows what’s coming and the energy builds as King steps between the ropes, pacing like a predator.
Anthony King: “Since day one, Nicky Douché and I have been at each other’s throats. From the very first show of AAW, we’ve been tearing into each other, trying to prove who’s the top dog around here. And just two weeks ago, we almost tore the whole place apart when we tried to end each other in the parking lot. Fists flying, bodies crashing into cars, security barely able to pull us apart—hell, they might as well have let us finish what we started right then and there.
King pauses, letting the memory sink in for the crowd, his eyes narrowing with intensity.
Anthony King: But see, Nicky, it doesn’t matter how many times we go to war, because this thing between us? It’s far from over. You think because you might be gunning for that World Championship, you’re out of my reach? Nah, you couldn’t be more wrong. When you look at that belt, you better see my face right behind it, because if, if you get your hands on it, I’m going to be the first man in line to take you down. Champion or not, it makes no difference to me.
The crowd starts chanting King’s name, rallying behind him as his voice grows stronger.
Anthony King: So go ahead, chase your dreams, Nicky. Win that title, put it on your shoulder, walk around like you’re untouchable. But know this… no matter where you go, no matter how high you climb, I’m coming for you. And win or lose, it won’t change the fact that you’re gonna see me again, real soon. And when you do, there won’t be any cars, no security, nothing to stop me from giving you the beating you deserve.
King glares directly into the camera, sending a final message to Nicky Douché.
Anthony King: Remember this, Nicky,your story might be about championships, but mine is about breaking you. And when the dust settles, the name everyone’s gonna remember is Anthony King.
The crowd erupts into cheers as King drops the mic and stares down the hard camera, his message loud and clear.
SEGMENT
The scene fades inside a luxury box at the Crypto.Com Arena, where the duo of Just Cause and Julio sit on a comfortable couch looking down upon the bottom feeders of the wrestling industry. Just Cause stands to his feet before addressing the camera.
Just Cause- “What a joke this is turning into. Julio, why am I not booked to compete tonight?”
Julio stands up as he answers.
Julio- “Because AAW wants to ensure everyone has an opportunity to shine.”
Just Cause- “Incorrect.”
Just Cause directs his attention toward Julio.
Just Cause- “It’s because the brass has been nothing but disrespectful toward me because when you look at the AAW Roster there isn’t a bigger name, there isn’t a bigger presence, and there isn’t anyone that can hold a candle to what I bring to the table.”
Just Cause turns and gazes back into the lens of the camera.
Just Cause- “It’s outright insulting to me to be bypassed for glorified midcarders to bore me but the entire audience to death with lackluster promos and matches when you got me sitting up here in a luxury box.”
Julio- “He’s got a point.”
Just Cause- “And unlike the fools on this roster allow me to utilize this time given to me by Shaun Hart to pass along USEFUL information versus wasting your time like so many others have already done on this show.
Just Cause smacks Julio on the right shoulder.
Just Cause- “Tell them.”
Julio nods.
Julio- “On the off chance you’ve not been paying attention, my client isn’t here to be in the middle of the pack. Just Cause is the guy who was overlooked for the Heavyweight Championship Scramble Match. That is where his attention is centered, and with that being said Just Cause is officially withdrawing from the United States Championship match at Ascension because his eyes are on a much bigger prize than a fourth-tier Championship. Thaddeus and Ken can fight over those table scraps all day long.
Just Cause- “That’s right. I don’t care about being anything but the best. This is why I’m issuing a challenge to you, Mr. Shaw. 2 weeks from tonight why don’t you step inside the ring with me and show me why you are the AAW Heavyweight Champion because from where I’m sitting you aren’t anything more than a transitional champion until that strap is around my waist. I would issue the challenge for a title match, but we all know you won’t do that. Right? As for you, Kyra, should you leave Ascension with that title around your waist… I got next. Keep it warm for me.”
Just Cause finishes things out.
Just Cause- “What’s it going to be, Axel? Do you have the balls to put up or will you sit on the sidelines and shut up?”
Julio- “We await your response, chump.”
Match Two
Standard Singles Match
TJ Alexander vs John Blade
Jazmine Sparks: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 188 pounds… TJ Alexander!”
As the lights dim and the first chords of “The Touch” by Stan Bush blast through the Crypto.com Arena, the crowd erupts. A spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp as TJ Alexander bursts out, full of energy. He raises both arms to hype up the fans, pointing to his chest with confidence. His sleek, athletic frame is showcased as he jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way. Upon entering the ring, he ascends the turnbuckle, spreading his arms wide as the lights flash in sync with his music, showing off his confidence and precision.
Jazmine Sparks: “And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 261 pounds… John Blade!”
The familiar beats of John Blade’s theme hit, and the crowd roars. Blade steps out wearing his trademark ball cap and dog tags, a towel draped over his neck. He salutes the crowd at the top of the ramp before running down, sliding into the ring with a burst of energy. After tossing his hat into the audience, he poses on the ropes, flexing and grinning at the fans.
Ray Carter: “This is going to be a classic clash of styles here tonight, Jay. TJ Alexander, a technical wizard with an arsenal of suplexes and fast-paced offense, going up against the powerhouse, John Blade, who’s a brawler through and through!”
Jay Walker: “Absolutely, Ray. TJ’s going to need all that speed and technical prowess to counter Blade’s sheer strength. You’ve got the technician versus the tank here!”
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and both competitors circle the ring cautiously, eyeing each other. They tie up, with John Blade immediately using his size and power advantage to push TJ into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Blade steps back cleanly, but TJ Alexander charges out with a quick European uppercut that snaps Blade’s head back.
Ray Carter: “TJ starting fast with that uppercut! He’s got to use those quick strikes to stay in control.”
Jay Walker: “He needs to keep moving if he doesn’t want to get caught by Blade’s powerhouse offense.”
Blade shakes it off and rushes forward, but TJ ducks under a clothesline, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick, sending Blade stumbling back. TJ keeps up the pressure with a snap powerslam that rattles the ring.
Ray Carter: “Picture-perfect powerslam by Alexander! He’s not intimidated by Blade’s size at all.”
Jay Walker: “TJ’s got that confidence, Ray, but he’s got to stay focused. Blade can turn things around with just one big shot.”
As TJ goes for a running attack, Blade powers through with a huge running shoulder block, flattening Alexander. The impact echoes through the arena as Blade starts to take control, lifting TJ up and delivering a stiff sit-out hip toss.
Ray Carter: “There’s that power! John Blade turning the tide with one massive shoulder block, and now he’s in the driver’s seat!”
Jay Walker: “Blade’s got that brawler mentality. Once he’s got you down, it’s hard to get back up!”
Blade keeps up the assault, hitting a running leaping shoulder block followed by a diving leg drop that sends the crowd into a frenzy. He lifts TJ to his feet, but Alexander counters with a sharp elbow strike, followed by a lightning-quick snap suplex!
Ray Carter: “TJ Alexander with the suplex! He’s not backing down, he’s staying in this fight!”
Jay Walker: “This is back and forth, Ray! These two are going at it with everything they’ve got!”
Both men take a moment to recover, standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring. The match has been hard-hitting and evenly contested so far, with neither man looking ready to back down.
Ray Carter: “This is the kind of action we expect on Friday Night Impact, folks! Stay tuned because this one is far from over!”
As the crowd begins to rise in excitement, TJ Alexander is the first to strike, landing a series of jabs and forearms to Blade’s midsection. He hits the ropes again, gaining momentum, but Blade catches him with a Lou Thesz press, slamming him down hard. Blade rains down punches as the fans cheer. Blade pulls TJ up, setting him up for a running bulldog. He charges, but TJ slips out at the last second, sending Blade crashing into the turnbuckle. TJ immediately follows up with a springboard dropkick to Blade’s back, driving him chest-first into the corner. Blade stumbles backward, and TJ wastes no time, locking his arms around Blade’s waist and nailing a German suplex! Blade slowly gets to his feet, but TJ is right there, delivering a jumping arm-breaker that has Blade clutching his arm in pain. Sensing an opening, TJ continues to target the arm, hitting a quick Dragon screw and keeping Blade grounded. He transitions into a cross armbar, trying to wrench Blade’s arm and take away his power.
Ray Carter: “Smart strategy by Alexander, working the arm now. If Blade can’t use that strength, he’s in trouble!”
Jay Walker: “Blade’s got to find a way out of this hold fast! TJ is showing that technical expertise he’s known for.”
The crowd is fully invested as Blade grits his teeth, struggling to power out of the armbar. Using his strength, Blade manages to get his knees under him and lift TJ off the mat, deadlifting him up into the air! Blade slams TJ down with a powerbomb, breaking free of the hold.
Ray Carter: “What power from John Blade! He just muscled his way out of that submission with a thunderous powerbomb!”
Jay Walker: “That’s the thing about Blade—no matter how much pain he’s in, he can always turn things around with pure strength.”
Both men are down, taking a moment to recover. The fans are on their feet, clapping and cheering for both competitors. Slowly, they get to their feet, and Blade charges at TJ, but Alexander sidesteps, sending Blade into the ropes. As Blade rebounds, TJ catches him with a Sling-blade, bringing the big man down once again. With Blade down, TJ scales the turnbuckle, looking to hit something big. He leaps off with a missile dropkick, but Blade rolls out of the way just in time, and TJ crashes to the mat. Seizing the opportunity, Blade pulls himself up and lines up for a running shoulder block. He charges, but TJ rolls through and pops up, hitting a Snap DDT on Blade! The crowd is roaring as both men lay on the mat, the physical toll of the match evident. Blade slowly starts to stir, as does TJ, both men refusing to stay down.
Ray Carter: What a battle we’re witnessing here tonight on Impact! These two competitors are giving it everything they’ve got, and I don’t think either of them is willing to stay down just yet!”
The intensity in the arena grows as TJ Alexander starts to pull himself up first, his face shifting from concentration to frustration. He glares at John Blade, who’s still struggling to get to his feet. The crowd can sense a change in TJ’s demeanor as he begins to stalk Blade, showing more aggression.
Ray Carter: “Uh-oh, looks like TJ Alexander is starting to show some real animosity towards John Blade. He’s not just looking to win now, he’s looking to hurt Blade.”
Jay Walker: “That’s what happens when frustration sets in, Ray. TJ’s technical game has been on point, but Blade keeps getting back up, and it’s getting under Alexander’s skin.”
As Blade finally rises to his knees, TJ walks up and delivers a vicious slap across Blade’s face, the sound echoing through the arena. The crowd gasps, and Blade’s head snaps to the side. TJ, fueled by growing anger, follows it up with a series of stiff forearm shots, each one landing harder than the last. Blade tries to block, but TJ is relentless, grabbing Blade by the head and pulling him up to his feet. TJ delivers a knee to the gut, then hits a snap suplex, but instead of releasing, he rolls through and lifts Blade up again for a second suplex, this time a fisherman suplex! He holds on for a moment, squeezing before finally letting go, standing over Blade with a sneer. With Blade down, TJ wastes no time, stomping on Blade’s chest repeatedly, each stomp more vicious than the last. He grabs Blade by the arm, yanking him up and twisting into a jumping arm-breaker, targeting the limb that Blade had been favoring earlier. Blade grimaces in pain, clutching his arm.
Ray Carter: “TJ’s getting downright vicious! He’s back to that arm, looking to take out Blade’s power completely.”
Jay Walker: “This is calculated violence from TJ Alexander. You can see the hatred bubbling to the surface now.”
TJ, feeling the momentum, mounts Blade and rains down more punches, aiming directly for the injured arm. The referee warns TJ about closed fists, but TJ shoves the ref away, completely focused on inflicting damage. He pulls Blade up again, this time looking for a Snap Dragon suplex, but Blade suddenly plants his feet, blocking the move! With sheer grit, Blade powers out of TJ’s grip, elbowing him in the face repeatedly. TJ staggers back, and Blade charges forward with a running leaping shoulder block, sending TJ crashing to the mat! The crowd erupts as Blade shakes off the pain, his face twisted in determination. Blade, clutching his arm in pain but still pressing on, picks TJ up for a running one-handed bulldog, slamming him face-first into the canvas. The crowd is on its feet as Blade wipes the sweat from his brow and fires up, motioning to the fans as they cheer louder.
Ray Carter: “John Blade is showing that no matter how much punishment he takes, he’s still in this fight! What heart!”
Jay Walker: “This is where Blade thrives, Ray, under pressure, when his back is against the wall, he always finds a way to fight back.”
Blade, looking to keep up the pressure, sets up for his signature Five Knuckles Shuffle, taunting the crowd before running off the ropes. He hits the move squarely, and the fans explode in cheers as TJ writhes in pain on the mat.
Ray Carter: “Five Knuckles Shuffle! John Blade just rocked TJ Alexander!”
Jay Walker: “This crowd is electric, Ray! What a match this has been!”
Blade signals for his finishing move, but TJ rolls out of the ring just in time, leaving Blade fired up in the center as the fans boo the escape. TJ clutches his jaw and stares at Blade from the outside, fury and frustration boiling over. Both men stand at opposite ends, glaring at each other, the battle far from over. The fans are on their feet, anticipating what comes next.
Ray Carter: “Neither of these men are backing down, folks! Stay with us, this one’s not over yet!”
The crowd is still buzzing as TJ Alexander and John Blade square off once again. TJ rolls back into the ring, his eyes locked on Blade, who’s shaking off the effects of the Five Knuckles Shuffle. Both men charge at each other, and Blade catches TJ with a running leaping shoulder block that sends TJ tumbling across the mat! The fans explode in cheers as Blade raises his arms, feeling the momentum swing back in his favor. As TJ stumbles to his feet, Blade grabs him and lifts him up for a Sitout Hip Toss, slamming him hard into the mat. The ring shakes, and Blade quickly climbs to the second rope, eyeing TJ as he gets back up. Blade leaps off for a diving crossbody, but TJ ducks under at the last second! Blade crashes hard into the mat, clutching his ribs. TJ capitalizes, quickly springing into action with a springboard dropkick that catches Blade square in the chest. The impact sends Blade rolling toward the ropes. TJ immediately pulls Blade up, nailing a Snap Dragon Suplex that folds Blade up like an accordion! The crowd winces at the impact.
Ray Carter: “Snap Dragon Suplex! TJ Alexander just planted John Blade!”
Jay Walker: “That could be it right there! TJ’s got the upper hand now!”
But TJ isn’t done. He stalks Blade, waiting for him to get up. As Blade rises, TJ hits a handspring off the ropes and catches him with a devastating Handspring Cutter, driving Blade face-first into the mat! The fans gasp at the smoothness of the move as TJ stands over his fallen opponent. The crowd watches as TJ signals for the end. He grabs Blade by the arms, lifting him up and positioning him for his finisher. With a sneer, TJ delivers the devastating “Game Over” (Angel Wings), slamming Blade down hard into the canvas. The impact is thunderous, and the crowd erupts in mixed reactions—boos and cheers fill the Crypto.com Arena.
Ray Carter: “Game Over! TJ Alexander hits the Game Over!”
Jay Walker: “That has to be it! There’s no getting up from that!”
TJ hooks Blade’s leg for the pin.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings, and TJ Alexander stands tall over John Blade as the crowd’s reaction continues to buzz.
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner, TJ Alexander!”
The referee raises TJ’s hand in victory, but instead of basking in the applause, TJ yanks his hand away and glares down at Blade with a look of disgust. The referee pleads with him to leave it be, but TJ’s smirk slowly creeps across his face. He walks over to Blade, who’s still recovering, and suddenly starts stomping viciously on Blade’s body!
Ray Carter: “Oh no, come on, TJ! The match is over, leave it alone!”
Jay Walker: “TJ Alexander has snapped! He’s not done with John Blade, this is personal now!
The crowd erupts in boos as TJ relentlessly attacks Blade, targeting his injured arm and ribs. He drops down and rains punches on Blade’s face, the referee trying to pull him off, but TJ shoves him aside and continues the assault. He grabs Blade’s arm and applies a vicious armbar, cranking back as Blade writhes in agony.
Ray Carter: “This is uncalled for! TJ’s trying to end Blade’s career here!”
Jay Walker: “We need some help out here, fast! Blade’s in serious trouble!”
More referees rush down to the ring, finally pulling TJ off of Blade. TJ stands up, breathing heavily but with a sick smirk plastered across his face. He raises his hands mockingly as the crowd boos louder. Blade lays motionless on the mat, clutching his arm as the referees check on him.
Ray Carter: “This is a despicable display from TJ Alexander! He won the match, and now he’s just added insult to injury!”
Jay Walker: “John Blade came here to fight, but TJ Alexander took things to a whole new level tonight.”
TJ slowly backs up the ramp, his eyes never leaving John Blade, who is still down in the ring. The fans continue to boo, but TJ seems to revel in it, his smirk growing wider as he soaks in the hate. He walks up the ramp, glancing over his shoulder one last time before disappearing backstage.
Ray Carter: “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this. TJ Alexander has made a statement tonight, but at what cost?”
Jay Walker: “John Blade is a warrior, but TJ Alexander may have just pushed things too far. I don’t know what this means for Blade’s future, but it’s not looking good.”
The camera lingers on the ring as referees help Blade sit up, the crowd chanting his name in support as AAW Friday Night Impact fades to a commercial break.
Match Three
Triple Threat Match
Noah "The Nomad" Stroud vs Jack "Ironman" Stanton vs Tracy Cage
Jazmine Sparks: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match!”
The crowd buzzes with excitement as the arena goes dark, preparing for the entrances of the competitors.
Ray Carter: “We’ve got a big one coming up! This
triple threat match could get out of control real quick with three competitors who are ready to tear the house down.”
Jay Walker: “That’s right, Ray. Noah Stroud, Jack Stanton, and Tracy Cage are all forces to be reckoned with in their own right, but when you put them in the ring together… anything can happen.”
The sound of thunder booms through the speakers, followed by the haunting tones of the Black Adam Theme. The crowd grows silent in anticipation as smoke billows from the entrance ramp. Slowly, Noah “The Nomad” Stroud steps into view. At 6’4” and 290 lbs, he’s an imposing figure, his face stoic as he surveys the arena. Dressed in black and gold, his eyes are cold and focused, his movements deliberate. He pauses at the top of the ramp, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, before making his way down, his massive frame almost gliding as he approaches the ring. The air seems to shift around him, as though a storm is about to erupt. He steps over the top rope with ease, entering the ring and pacing like a caged beast waiting for the battle to begin.
Jazmine Sparks: “Introducing first, from Gibsons, British Columbia, Canada… weighing 290 pounds… Noah ‘The Nomad’ Stroud!”
Ray Carter: “Stroud is a mountain of a man, Jay. He’s got this unshakable presence, like nothing rattles him.”
Jay Walker: “But that’s what makes him so dangerous, Ray. When he finally steps between those ropes, it’s like flipping a switch. He goes from calm to chaos in seconds.”
The heavy guitar riff of Lunatic Fringe by Red Rider hits, and the crowd lets out a roar of approval. Jack “Ironman” Stanton walks out with a look of intense determination. He’s all business, dressed in his wrestling gear, his muscular frame and 6’6” height making him an intimidating sight. He nods to the fans, slapping a few hands on his way down, but his eyes remain locked on the ring. Once at ringside, he pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, and rolls under the ropes, ready for the fight ahead.
Jazmine Sparks: “And from Austin, Texas, weighing 260 pounds… Jack ‘Ironman’ Stanton!”
Ray Carter: “Jack Stanton is all about grit and heart. This guy’s a throwback to the brawler days, and he’s got no problem getting his hands dirty.”
Jay Walker: “He’s a powerhouse, Ray. But he’s going up against not one but two opponents tonight. Let’s see if that Ironman mentality will keep him standing.”
The arena lights dim, and the iconic opening beats of Madonna’s Vogue echo through the arena, bringing the fans to their feet. A grand staircase is illuminated on the stage, draped in red carpets and framed by sparkling chandeliers. A line of tuxedoed photographers snaps away at the scene, flashes lighting up the stage like a high-profile fashion event.
Dancers dressed in glamorous 1940s attire strike poses as Tracy Cage’s golden throne rises into view, turning slowly to reveal her flawless face framed by oversized sunglasses and an encrusted, sparkling robe. The robe glimmers with each movement as she descends the staircase, pausing for photos and autographs, treating the ramp like her personal runway.
As Tracy Cage reaches the ring, Madonna herself, singing live, follows her down the ramp. The crowd is eating up every second of the spectacle, with flashes from cameras and cheers surrounding the Hollywood starlet as she climbs the ring steps, pausing to pose one last time. Confetti rains down as she enters the ring with Madonna finishing the performance in dramatic fashion.
Jazmine Sparks: “And from Hollywood, California… Tracy Cage!”
Ray Carter: “This is unreal. Tracy Cage just turned this whole place into her own red-carpet event.”
Jay Walker: “Only in LA, Ray. She’s got the showmanship, but tonight she’s going to need more than glitz and glamour to handle two guys like Noah Stroud and Jack Stanton.”
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and almost immediately, Tracy Cage rolls out of the ring, casually strolling around the outside with a smirk. Noah and Jack, both laser-focused, waste no time as they collide in the center of the ring like two freight trains. The crowd roars as the two powerhouses exchange heavy strikes, forearm smashes, elbow strikes, and knee lifts. Neither man is backing down. Noah ducks under a big right hand from Jack and takes control with a brutal snap dragon suplex, sending Jack crashing to the mat. He follows up with another, then another, the ring shaking with each impact.
Ray Carter: “Good God! Stroud is throwing Jack Stanton around like a rag doll!”
Jay Walker: “That’s that raw power, Ray. When Noah Stroud gets going, it’s hard to stop him.”
Jack slowly gets back to his feet, shaking off the suplexes. He charges at Noah, ducking under a clothesline and bouncing off the ropes with a running knee strike that staggers the big man. Jack grabs him for a snap suplex, struggling for a moment but managing to get the 290-pounder off his feet and slamming him to the mat. The crowd pops as Jack stands tall. Meanwhile, on the outside, Tracy Cage continues to watch, strategizing. She leans on the barricade, calling out sarcastic cheers while Noah and Jack continue to batter each other inside the ring.
Ray Carter: “Look at Tracy Cage, Jay. She’s in no hurry to get involved here.”
Jay Walker: “Classic strategy. Let the big boys wear each other down, then swoop in. Can’t say it’s not smart.”
Jack goes for another attack, but Noah catches him with a vicious running lariat, turning Jack inside out. Tracy sees an opportunity and climbs onto the apron, carefully plotting her next move as Noah looms over the fallen Ironman.
Ray Carter: “Tracy’s finally getting into the action! But will it be too late?”
With Noah Stroud standing tall over a downed Jack Stanton, Tracy Cage sees her moment. She leaps onto the top turnbuckle in one swift motion, perching like a cat ready to pounce. Noah is too focused on Jack to notice her until it’s too late. Tracy launches herself into the air, performing a perfect flying crossbody that crashes down on both Noah and Jack, taking them both to the mat as the crowd erupts.
Ray Carter: “Whoa! Tracy Cage with the high-flying offense! She just took out both Noah and Jack!”
Jay Walker: “That’s what I’m talking about, Ray! Tracy might have the Hollywood flair, but she’s no slouch when it comes to getting physical!”
With both men momentarily stunned, Tracy quickly springs to her feet, her mind racing with strategy. She knows she can’t overpower them, but her speed and ring IQ are her best weapons. As Jack begins to stir, Tracy smartly targets his knee with a low dropkick, sending him crashing back down to the mat. She immediately shifts her focus to Noah, hitting him with a flurry of rapid kicks to his ribs and legs, keeping him off balance. Tracy’s offense is precise and calculated. She ducks under a wild clothesline attempt from Noah and counters with a springboard enzuigiri, the heel of her boot smacking against his skull with a sickening thud. Noah staggers, but before Tracy can capitalize further, Jack gets back to his feet. Realizing the tide is turning, Tracy backs off, smartly rolling out of the ring once more to regroup. She waves to the fans, shrugging as if to say, “Let them beat each other up some more.” Inside the ring, Noah and Jack shake off Tracy’s attacks and refocus their attention on each other.
Ray Carter: “That’s high IQ from Tracy Cage, Jay. She knows when to attack and when to back off.”
Jay Walker: “You’re right, Ray. Tracy’s letting these two giants go at it again, conserving her energy while they tear each other apart. Smart move.”
With Tracy temporarily out of the equation, Noah and Jack go back to trading heavy blows. Jack throws a stiff forearm smash to Noah’s jaw, but Noah fires back with a headbutt that knocks Jack off balance. They collide in the middle of the ring with another round of punishing strikes, neither man willing to back down. Jack grabs Noah and attempts a German suplex, but Noah blocks it, delivering a series of elbows to Jack’s head. Noah whips Jack into the corner and follows up with a massive body splash, flattening the Ironman against the turnbuckles. Jack stumbles out of the corner, and Noah scoops him up for a fallaway slam, sending him crashing across the ring.
Ray Carter: “Noah Stroud is just tossing Jack Stanton around! This guy’s a powerhouse.”
Jay Walker: “These two are giving the fans exactly what they came for, Ray. Big-time moves, heavy hits, and no signs of slowing down.”
Jack, ever the Ironman, pushes himself to his feet, refusing to stay down. He charges at Noah, catching him off guard with a big boot to the chest that sends Noah staggering back. Jack follows it up with a spinebuster that shakes the ring, leaving both men laid out and breathing heavily. Meanwhile, on the outside, Tracy Cage paces the ringside area, watching intently. She’s biding her time, knowing her moment will come again. The crowd is buzzing as Noah and Jack continue to slug it out, trading big moves and showing no signs of quitting.
Ray Carter: “The fans are loving this, Jay! Jack and Noah are beating the life out of each other, and Tracy is just waiting for her next chance!”
Jay Walker: “This is what a triple threat is all about, Ray. Tracy’s strategy is brilliant, but sooner or later, she’ll have to step back in and finish this fight.
Inside the ring, Noah Stroud builds momentum, whipping Jack Stanton into the ropes. As Jack bounces back, Noah unleashes a devastating clothesline, sending Jack flying over the top rope and crashing down near where Tracy Cage is pacing at ringside. Jack tumbles hard onto the floor, and Noah steps out onto the apron, hopping down to follow up. Tracy, quick to react, moves out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a collision with Noah.
Ray Carter: “Whoa, Tracy almost got caught in the crossfire!”
Jay Walker: “But she’s as sharp as they come, Ray. She knows how to stay out of harm’s way until the time’s right.”
As Jack tries to push himself up, Tracy sees her opportunity. She slithers over to him and, with a smirk on her face, begins slapping him across the face. Each slap is more disrespectful than the last, Tracy taunting Jack with every strike. The crowd boos, but Tracy revels in it, only stopping when Noah looms behind her, eyes locked on Jack. Without hesitation, Noah charges and clotheslines Jack over the barricade into the crowd, sending fans scattering and drawing cheers from the audience. Jack crashes hard into the floor on the other side, and now Noah turns his attention to Tracy. Tracy immediately holds her hands up, trying to reason with Noah.
Ray Carter: “Look at Tracy trying to plead her case to Noah. She’s playing the innocent card now!”
Jay Walker: “This is all part of her game, Ray. Let’s see if Noah falls for it.”
Tracy continues to plead, backing away slowly. As Noah approaches, she suddenly grabs a fan’s drink from the barricade and throws the contents right into Noah’s face! The liquid splashes across his eyes, blinding him momentarily. Tracy seizes the moment, delivering a quick kick to his gut and then hooking his head for a DDT on the outside, spiking Noah’s head into the floor.
Ray Carter: “What a move by Tracy Cage! She suckered Noah right into that trap!”
Jay Walker: “That’s classic Tracy! She’s always got something up her sleeve.”
With Noah down, Tracy pops up and strikes a pose, celebrating her cunning with a confident smirk. She follows it up with a standing double foot stomp onto Noah’s chest, driving the air out of him. Tracy grins, feeling in control, but her celebration is short-lived as Jack Stanton suddenly rises from the other side of the barricade. As Tracy turns around, Jack delivers a brutal chop across her chest, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Tracy recoils in pain, but Jack isn’t done. He hits her with another chop, and then another, each one forcing her to retreat. Desperate to get away, Tracy bolts around the ring, sprinting as Jack gives chase.
Ray Carter: “Tracy’s on the run! Jack’s not letting her off the hook!”
Jay Walker: “She might be fast, but Jack is relentless!”
Tracy sprints around the ring with Jack hot on her heels, but as she rounds the corner, Noah Stroud, having recovered, stands back on his feet. Seeing Tracy charging toward him, Noah readies for a clothesline. At the last second, Tracy ducks, rolling back into the ring just as Noah’s clothesline connects with Jack, flooring him with a thunderous impact.
Ray Carter: “Noah just leveled Jack! That was like a freight train hitting him!”
Jay Walker: “But Tracy’s already back inside the ring, and she’s still got something up her sleeve, I’m sure.”
Noah, not wasting time, hauls Jack up and positions him near the announce table. With a roar, he lifts Jack into the air and slams him onto the announce table, but the table doesn’t break. Jack lays there groaning in pain, sprawled across the table, while Noah turns his attention back to Tracy, who’s watching from inside the ring.
Ray Carter: “Jack’s been dumped on the announce table, but that thing didn’t budge!”
Jay Walker: “And now Noah’s coming for Tracy again! She’s gotta think fast if she wants to survive this!”
As Noah Stroud slides back into the ring, Tracy Cage is waiting, and she immediately pounces with a series of stomps to his back and shoulders, keeping him grounded. She smirks, knowing she’s getting under his skin with each strike. However, Noah is no easy target. He pushes through the stomps and begins to rise, his powerful frame shrugging off her offense.
Ray Carter: “Tracy’s trying to keep Noah down, but that’s a tall order. He’s just too strong!”
Jay Walker: “She’s gotta stay on him or this could get ugly fast.”
Tracy attempts to maintain control, but once Noah is on his feet, he grabs her by the wrist and yanks her into a vicious clothesline, nearly turning her inside out. The crowd winces as Tracy crashes to the mat, clearly in pain. Noah doesn’t let up, yanking her off the canvas and tossing her into the corner. He charges in with a brutal running shoulder thrust, driving the air out of her lungs.
Ray Carter: “Noah Stroud is unleashing hell on Tracy right now! His power is just overwhelming.”
Jay Walker: “This is what makes Noah dangerous. Once he gets going, it’s hard to stop him.”
Noah continues to dominate, hitting Tracy with stiff strikes and slamming her into the mat with authority. He picks her up and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, sending her flying across the ring. Tracy clutches her back in agony, clearly feeling the effects of Noah’s brutal offense. But despite the punishment, Tracy’s cunning nature shines through. As Noah grabs her to continue the assault, Tracy slyly shoves the referee into him, causing a momentary distraction. With the ref temporarily in Noah’s way, Tracy capitalizes, leaping onto Noah’s back and wrapping her arm around his throat, attempting to choke him out.
Ray Carter: “Look at this! Tracy’s going for a chokehold! She’s like a viper wrapping around Noah!”
Jay Walker: “She knows she can’t overpower him, so she’s using her smarts to wear him down!”
Noah stumbles, the oxygen slowly being cut off as Tracy tightens her grip. He drops to one knee, the crowd sensing that he might actually be in trouble. Tracy grits her teeth, pouring all her strength into the chokehold, trying to put Noah to sleep. For a moment, it looks like she’s got him, but with one last surge of power, Noah digs deep and forces himself back to his feet. In a display of raw strength, he slams Tracy back-first into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold and causing Tracy to crumple to the mat in pain.
Ray Carter: “What a counter! Noah just used all that power to crush Tracy into the corner!”
Jay Walker: “But wait, here comes Jack Stanton!”
As Tracy writhes in the corner, trying to catch her breath, Jack Stanton slides back into the ring and wastes no time. He charges full speed at Noah and delivers a devastating spear, cutting Noah down in the middle of the ring! The impact is so intense, it echoes through the arena, leaving both men sprawled out on the mat as the crowd roars.
Ray Carter: “What a spear! Jack just took Noah out of his boots with that one!”
Jay Walker: “This match is total chaos! Now all three are down, and it’s anyone’s game!
As Jack Stanton rises to his feet after delivering the devastating spear to Noah, he’s fired up and ready to continue his assault. But before he can even process what’s happening next, Tracy Cage has already regrouped. She watches him closely from across the ring, a sly smile creeping across her face as she sees the perfect opportunity. With precision timing, Tracy strikes a pose, hands on her hips, head held high, flashing a cocky smirk at the crowd. The fans know what’s coming as she lines up her target, waiting for Jack to turn around.
Ray Carter: “Uh-oh, Jack better watch out! Tracy’s got that look in her eyes!”
Jay Walker: “She’s setting him up for the Box Office Smash!”
The moment Jack turns to face her, Tracy’s foot snaps up with lightning speed. BAM! Her perfectly timed superkick, the Box Office Smash, connects flush with Jack’s jaw. The impact echoes throughout the arena, and Jack crumples to the mat in an instant, completely knocked out.
Ray Carter: “Box Office Smash! Tracy Cage just knocked Jack out cold!”
Jay Walker: “That’s it! Tracy’s going for the win!”
Tracy wastes no time, dropping down and hooking Jack’s leg for the cover, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
1…
2…
3!
The referee’s hand hits the mat for the third time, and the bell rings, signaling Tracy Cage’s victory. She pops to her feet, arms raised in triumph as the crowd erupts. Her cocky smirk returns as she stands over Jack’s fallen body, fully aware that she just stole the show.
Ray Carter: “Tracy Cage with the win! She saw her opening, and she took it!”
Jay Walker: “That Box Office Smash is deadly, and tonight it made Tracy the star of the show!”
Tracy soaks in the adulation, posing one final time as the spotlight shines down on her, the undeniable center of attention.
SEGMENT
The camera quietly pans into the dim, nearly empty locker room where Jack Stanton sits on a bench, his head hanging low. Sweat still clings to his skin, a towel draped over his shoulders. Tonight wasn’t his night—his loss earlier still weighing heavy on his mind. His expression is a mixture of frustration and quiet reflection as he stares down at his taped hands.
As the silence lingers, a strange, unsettling sound breaks through, the familiar, eerie chime of a jack-in-the-box playing from across the room. Jack’s brow furrows as he lifts his head, his eyes narrowing toward the corner where the noise comes from. A small, old-fashioned jack-in-the-box sits on the floor, the crank slowly turning on its own, the haunting melody filling the locker room.
Jack Stanton (under his breath): “What the hell…?
He stands up slowly, walking toward the toy with a cautious curiosity, his eyes fixed on the crank as it nears the end of the tune. As he reaches out and picks it up, the music stops, and the jack springs out, a twisted, creepy figure with a sinister grin, its voice high-pitched and taunting.
Jack: Will you be my friend, Jack?
Jack stares at the grotesque toy, his jaw tightening. For a moment, his frustration from earlier simmers beneath the surface, but he simply sighs, dropping the toy onto the bench beside him. The jack slumps over, laughing in its eerie, shrill tone, but Jack doesn’t seem fazed anymore. He wipes his face with the towel and slings his bag over his shoulder, letting the toy sit there forgotten as he heads for the door, his mind already on the next fight.
The camera lingers on the jack-in-the-box, its twisted smile frozen as its laughter echoes faintly in the now-empty room.
Match Four
Standard Singles Match
Latoya Hixx vs Jack Taylor
Ray Carter: “Welcome back to Friday Night Impct, folks! We’re here in Los Angeles at the Crypto.com Arena, and it’s been a jam-packed night of action.”
Jay Walker: “You said it, Ray. We’ve got a great card tonight, and up next is an exciting match between Latoya Hixx and Jack Taylor. Both of these competitors are eager to prove themselves, and the Crypto.com Arena is about to witness a serious battle.”
Jazmine Sparks: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
Latoya Hixx’s music, “Mone,” hits and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Latoya walks out wearing her all-white gear, a pair of sunglasses, and her signature CEO brass knuckles. She confidently grooves on the stage, stepping heel-to-toe as she makes her way down the ramp.
Jazmine Sparks: “Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 115 pounds… LATOOOYAA HIIXXX!”
Latoya high-fives a few kids and adults at ringside, showing off her brass knuckles to the camera before sliding into the ring. She removes her shades, handing them to the camera crew with a grin. She starts to loosen up, bouncing on her feet, waiting for her opponent.
Ray Carter: “Latoya Hixx bringing that CEO energy, Jay. She’s got a mean streak and a chip on her shoulder.”
Jay Walker: “That brass knuckle attitude, Ray. She’s as flashy as she is dangerous in that ring.”
The lights dim slightly as the opening chords of Jack Taylor’s theme, “Go the Distance,” begins to play. Jack steps out onto the stage, sporting his red-and-white wrestling gear with “Underdog” emblazoned across his jacket. The crowd gives a loud pop for the fiery, 5’2” wrestler, as he looks around the arena with a determined expression. He throws his hands up in the air, hyping up the crowd before sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring.
Jazmine Sparks: “And her opponent, from Georgia, standing 5’2” and weighing in at 120 pounds… JAAACK ‘THE UNDERDOG’ TAYLOOR!”
Jack quickly hops onto the turnbuckle, throwing up his hands as the fans cheer for him. He nods in appreciation before turning to face Latoya, both competitors now standing in their corners, ready for action.
Ray Carter: “Jack Taylor, the Underdog, looking to make a statement here tonight. He may be smaller in stature, but don’t let that fool you.”
Jay Walker: “Exactly, Ray. This kid has been fighting his whole life, and every time he steps in that ring, he’s ready to prove the doubters wrong.”
The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway.
*BELL RINGS*
Latoya and Jack circle each other in the ring, cautiously looking for an opening. They lock up in the center, with Latoya quickly transitioning into a side headlock. Jack tries to push her off, but Latoya tightens the hold, keeping control. Jack uses his agility to slip out, spinning behind her and locking in a waistlock.
Ray Carter: “A quick reversal from Jack Taylor there. He’s not wasting any time.”
Latoya counters by grabbing Jack’s arm and twisting into an arm wringer, forcing Jack to his knees. She then pulls him back to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Jack bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt from Latoya. He rebounds and leaps up with a headscissors takedown, sending Latoya rolling across the mat.
Jay Walker: “Beautiful headscissors by Jack Taylor! That’s the kind of speed advantage he has over Latoya.”
Latoya pops back up, but Jack is right there with a quick dropkick, sending her back down. He follows up by trying to grab Latoya’s arm for a possible submission, but Latoya kicks him off and kips up to her feet. The two stare each other down as the crowd roars in appreciation of the back-and-forth action.
Ray Carter: “Neither of these two can maintain control for long, Jay. It’s a stalemate so far.”
Jay Walker: “That’s what happens when you’ve got two wrestlers hungry for a win. No one’s giving an inch.”
Latoya nods at Jack, acknowledging the competitive spirit, before they lock up again. This time, Latoya takes the lead with a wristlock, but Jack cartwheels out of it, showing his agility. He attempts a quick leg sweep, but Latoya jumps over it and catches Jack with a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of his head, staggering him.
Ray Carter: “That roundhouse kick just connected! Jack is dazed.”
Latoya moves in, hooking Jack’s arm and driving him into the mat with a crisp snap DDT. She pulls him back up and sets him up for another move, but Jack fights back with a flurry of punches, backing her into the corner. He climbs up onto the middle rope, delivering mounted punches to the delight of the crowd.
Jay Walker: “Here comes the Underdog, letting those fists fly!”
Latoya shoves him off, creating space, but Jack sprints right back at her and hits a springboard slingshot, sending her crashing to the mat again.
Ray Carter: “What a move! Jack Taylor’s speed is something to behold!”
Latoya, showing her resilience, rolls to the ropes to recover. Jack steps back, waiting for Latoya to get to her feet as the tension in the arena builds.
Jay Walker: “They’re pacing themselves here, Ray. Both Latoya and Jack are holding something back. You can feel the intensity.”
The match continues to build, with neither competitor able to secure a clear advantage just yet. The crowd is buzzing, knowing something big is bound to happen.
Ray Carter: “And we’re just getting started, folks. This one’s far from over. Latoya Hixx versus Jack Taylor, two incredible competitors, leaving it all in the ring here on Friday Night Impct!”
Jay Walker: “It’s anyone’s game at this point, Ray. Stay tuned, we’ll be right back!
The pace picks up as Latoya and Jack circle each other once more. Jack feints a lockup and explodes forward with a low dropkick to Latoya’s knee, sending her stumbling. He springs to his feet, running to the ropes and leaping off with a springboard crossbody! But Latoya rolls through, using her momentum to lift Jack and drop him with a sharp backbreaker! Latoya doesn’t waste a second. She drags Jack to the center of the ring, hooking his legs and locking in a Boston Crab, sitting back with full pressure. Jack grits his teeth in pain, reaching desperately for the ropes. Jack pushes up on his hands, fighting the pain, and uses his upper body strength to crawl toward the ropes. The crowd is behind him as he inches closer, fingertips reaching—finally grabbing the bottom rope! The ref calls for the break.
Jay Walker: “Jack refuses to quit! He made it to the ropes, but Latoya isn’t going to let up.
Latoya pulls him up, but Jack surprises her with a snap arm drag, creating distance. He follows up immediately with a running hurricanrana, sending Latoya crashing to the mat. Jack, full of energy, runs to the corner and hops to the top rope.
Ray Carter: “Jack’s going airborne!”
He leaps off with a diving crossbody, but Latoya counters mid-air with a dropkick to Jack’s gut, knocking the wind out of him! The crowd gasps at the impact as both wrestlers are down.
Jay Walker: “What a counter from Latoya! She just knocked the air right out of Jack with that dropkick!”
Latoya is the first to her feet, shaking off the fatigue. She grabs Jack, looking to finish things with her Straight Jacket Neckbreaker Slam, but Jack spins out of her grasp and delivers a spinning back kick to her midsection, doubling her over. Jack capitalizes, hitting the ropes and coming back with a slingblade that drops Latoya! With Latoya down, Jack wastes no time. He climbs to the top rope once again, looking for something big. The fans rise to their feet in anticipation. Jack launches off the top with a diving elbow drop, but Latoya rolls out of the way just in time, and Jack crashes hard! Latoya seizes the moment, pulling Jack up and whipping him into the corner. She charges in and nails him with a running meteora, slamming both knees into his chest. Jack slumps in the corner as Latoya pulls him out, setting up for the Rent’s Due a roll-through facebreaker!
Ray Carter: “Latoya looking to end it right here!”
But as she rolls through, Jack counters, flipping her over into a small package! The crowd erupts, but there’s no pin attempt as Latoya kicks out immediately, both wrestlers scrambling to their feet.
Jay Walker: “Neither one can get the upper hand for long, Ray! They’re matching each other move for move!”
Latoya swings wildly with a roundhouse kick, but Jack ducks under, grabbing her waist and hitting a German suplex with a bridge! The referee counts but only gets to two as Latoya kicks out!
Jack signals to the crowd that it’s time to end it. He lifts Latoya, setting up for his signature Underdog Driver (Fireman’s Carry Neckbreaker), but Latoya slips out the back and hits the ropes, charging back with a spear that nearly cuts Jack in half! Latoya, fired up, doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, she heads to the top rope, looking for the Frog Splash. The fans are on their feet as she takes to the air, but Jack rolls out of the way at the last second, and Latoya crashes into the mat!
Ray Carter: “Nobody home! Jack dodges the Frog Splash!”
Both wrestlers are down, breathing heavily as the crowd claps in appreciation of the incredible back-and-forth action. Jack uses the ropes to pull himself up, signaling for one last push. Latoya stirs, slowly rising to her feet.
Jay Walker: “These two have given everything they’ve got! Who’s going to come out on top?”
Ray Carter: “Both competitors are leaving everything they have in this ring tonight, but Jack Taylor looks like he’s ready to take control!”
Latoya Hixx goes for another wild swing, but Jack ducks under, using her momentum to lift her with a quick snap suplex! The crowd is firmly behind Jack now as he rises, pointing to the top rope.
Jay Walker: “Jack Taylor is thinking high-risk, high-reward here!”
With Latoya down and gasping for air, Jack makes his way to the corner, scaling the ropes with purpose. He stands tall on the top turnbuckle, taking a deep breath as the crowd roars in anticipation. Jack takes off, flipping mid-air in a perfect 450 splash, his body twisting as he crashes down onto Latoya with precision. The impact shakes the ring as the crowd explodes with cheers.
Jay Walker: “Southern Star Press connects!! Jack nailed it perfectly!”
Jack quickly hooks Latoya’s leg for the pin, the referee sliding into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rings, and the Crypto.com Arena erupts as Jack rolls off Latoya, victorious.
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner, Jack ‘The Underdog’ Taylor!”
Ray Carter: “Jack Taylor with an incredible victory tonight! The Southern Star Press seals the deal!
Jay Walker: What a match! Both competitors fought hard, but Jack showed the heart of a true underdog and came out on top!
Jack Taylor stands tall, raising his arms as the fans cheer him on. Latoya rolls out of the ring, visibly disappointed, but the crowd gives her a respectful applause for her effort. Jack celebrates, climbing the turnbuckle and soaking in the adoration from the Los Angeles crowd.
Ray Carter: “Jack Taylor is making a name for himself in AAW, and with performances like that, the sky’s the limit for this young talent!”
The camera zooms in on Jack as he points to the fans, his journey as ‘The Underdog’ continuing to capture the hearts of the audience.
Jay Walker: “This is why we love AAW, high-octane action and performances like this! Jack Taylor is a star on the rise!
SEGMENT
The camera follows Summer Page backstage, fresh off her latest match, her stride confident and head held high. She brushes back her hair with a proud smirk, knowing she’s once again made a statement in the ring. The glamour and spotlight seem to follow her even in the dim corridors of the arena.
As Summer makes her way toward the exit, her steps slow as something unusual appears in her path, a dusty, jack-in-the-box sitting dead center of the hallway. Its hauntingly familiar tune is playing, the unsettling chimes echoing softly. Summer wrinkles her nose in disgust, staring down at the old, creepy toy.
Summer Page (annoyed): Ugh, what is this?”
With her arms crossed and an irritated expression, Summer looks around as if expecting a hidden camera prank. Against her better judgment, she leans down and gingerly picks up the jack-in-the-box, holding it away from her body like it’s contaminated. The music comes to its crescendo, and right on cue, the jack pops out—a grotesque, menacing face with glowing eyes, its voice shrill and unsettling.
Jack: Will you be my friend, Summer?
Summer recoils, her face twisting in revulsion.
Summer Page (scoffing): Ew, no.
Without hesitation, Summer flips the jack-in-the-box over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist, the toy clattering to the ground behind her. The creepy laugh of the jack echoes as it bounces against the floor, but Summer is already walking away, unbothered and uninterested, her focus entirely on celebrating her victory.
The camera lingers on the discarded jack-in-the-box, the eerie toy left twitching and laughing quietly in the dark hallway.
Match Five
Standard Singles Match
Thaddeus Duke vs Ace Sky
Jazmine Sparks: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a standard singles match! Introducing first, … ACE SKYY!”
Ace Sky bursts onto the stage with the energy that only a high-flyer can bring, a determined look in his eyes. He pauses for a second to soak in the electric atmosphere of the Crypto.com Arena before rushing down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans on the way. Once he reaches the ring, Ace rolls under the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the sky before leaping down, bouncing on his feet, ready for action.
Ray Carter: “Ace is always electric! Ace Sky, known for his jaw-dropping moves and lightning-fast offense. He can fly with the best of ’em, and tonight he faces a tough challenge in Thaddeus Duke.”
Jay Walker: “Thaddeus Duke, ‘The Lionheart,’ isn’t just any opponent, Ray. He’s an icon, a technician in that ring. Ace is gonna have to stay sharp to keep up.”
The lights dim, and a loud roar echoes through the arena as the stage is illuminated with golden lights. A shadowy figure emerges, flanked by the image of a lion. The opening chords of “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect blare through the speakers.
Jazmine Sparks: “And his opponent, from Tribeca, New York City, weighing in at 226 pounds, THE LIONHEART, THADDEUS DUKE!”
Thaddeus Duke steps onto the stage with his hood up, his presence commanding. He pauses, throws his hood back, and strikes his signature ‘Messiah Pose’ as golden pyro explodes overhead, forming the image of a roaring lion. With a confident stride, Duke makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans before climbing the ring steps and slingshotting himself over the top rope into the ring. He flashes a quick smile at the crowd before turning his focus to Ace.
Ray Carter: “What an entrance! Thaddeus Duke has the charisma, the power, and the technical ability to be a real force tonight.”
Jay Walker: “Yeah, but Ace Sky’s agility could be the equalizer. This one’s gonna be all about who can impose their style first.”
*BELL RINGS*
The two competitors circle each other in the center of the ring, Thaddeus standing tall with his hands up in a defensive posture, while Ace remains light on his feet, bouncing slightly, looking for an opening. They tie up, and Thaddeus uses his size advantage to back Ace into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Duke steps back cleanly, but not before giving Ace a light pat on the chest, almost mockingly. They lock up again, and this time, Ace slips under Thaddeus’ arm, ducking behind him and delivering a quick, sharp kick to the back of his thigh. Thaddeus stumbles slightly, but quickly turns, only to be met with a flying spinning heel kick from Ace, who sends Thaddeus reeling into the ropes. Thaddeus shakes it off and charges at Ace, but Ace ducks a wild swing and counters with a jumping back savate kick that lands flush, knocking Thaddeus to one knee. Ace wastes no time, charging into the corner and launching himself off the turnbuckle for a flying rolling wheel kick, which lands square on Duke’s chest, knocking him down!
Ray Carter: “Ace Sky is on fire right now! He’s keeping the pressure on and not letting Thaddeus get comfortable.”
Thaddeus quickly rolls out of the ring to regain his composure, holding his chest as the crowd boos. Ace, not wanting to give Thaddeus any breathing room, runs to the ropes, looking for a suicide dive. He rebounds off the ropes and charges, but Duke wisely sidesteps, causing Ace to stop in his tracks just before reaching the ropes. Thaddeus slides back into the ring and immediately grabs Ace, taking control with a powerful side headlock. He grinds down on Ace, keeping the high-flyer grounded. Ace struggles, trying to push Duke off, but Thaddeus transitions smoothly into a standing hammerlock, showing off his technical prowess. Ace grimaces in pain as Thaddeus torques the arm, then flips forward into a roll, reversing the hold. Thaddeus quickly counters by twisting Ace into a side Russian leg sweep, planting him to the mat.
Ray Carter: “Beautiful counter by Thaddeus Duke! That’s where his technical ability shines.”
Thaddeus pulls Ace back to his feet, but Ace ducks a forearm strike and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a running dropkick that sends Duke stumbling backward into the corner. With a burst of speed, Ace charges and leaps into the air, hitting the “Flash Point” – a running flying lariat in the corner that crushes Thaddeus against the turnbuckle!
Jay Walker: “The Flash Point connects! Ace Sky’s using that speed and agility to keep Thaddeus on his heels.”
Ace backs up, looking to follow up with a Meteora. He rushes toward Thaddeus, but Duke moves at the last second, causing Ace to crash knees-first into the turnbuckle! Thaddeus seizes the opening, grabbing Ace from behind and driving him into the mat with a picture-perfect German suplex!
Ray Carter: “Thaddeus Duke is back in control! This is where he’s most dangerous, when he slows things down and imposes his will.”
The crowd is buzzing as both men take a moment to regroup, each showing signs of wear but far from finished. Thaddeus stalks Ace, ready for his next move, as the match continues to heat up.
Jay Walker: “Both of these guys are showing what they’ve got, and the pace of this match keeps shifting! Who’s gonna take control for good?”
Ray Carter: “We’re just getting started, Jay. Neither man has gone for a pinfall yet, but it’s only a matter of time before they look to finish this one off.
Thaddeus Duke is back on his feet, circling Ace Sky like a lion stalking its prey. Ace, still feeling the effects of the German suplex, gets to one knee and shakes off the cobwebs. Thaddeus moves in quickly, grabbing Ace by the arm and wrenching it into a tight hammerlock, grounding the high-flyer once again. Ace grimaces, but the crowd begins to rally behind him. Ace grits his teeth and slowly fights his way back to his feet, using the energy from the crowd to fuel his comeback. Thaddeus tries to tighten the hold, but Ace uses his agility to roll through and break free! He quickly follows up with a swift kick to Duke’s gut, doubling him over, and without hesitation, Ace plants Thaddeus with a jumping DDT that spikes him right into the mat!
Jay Walker: “What a DDT! Ace Sky just turned the tables!”
The crowd roars as Ace rolls back to his feet. Sensing an opportunity, he charges toward the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope with a spectacular flying crossbody aimed directly at Thaddeus. But Duke’s veteran instincts kick in, and he catches Ace in mid-air, transitioning into a thunderous backbreaker! Thaddeus immediately pulls Ace back up, wasting no time as he hoists him into position for a powerful Double A Spinebuster. He slams Ace to the canvas with authority, the impact reverberating throughout the Crypto.com Arena! Instead of going for a cover, Thaddeus smirks and drags Ace toward the center of the ring. He grabs Ace’s legs, locking in the Elevated Texas Cloverleaf, sitting back to apply maximum pressure. The fans erupt, realizing Ace could be in serious trouble!
Jay Walker: “This is bad news for Ace Sky! Thaddeus has the Cloverleaf locked in, and he’s looking to make Ace tap!”
Ray Carter: “Thaddeus is a master of these submission holds. Ace might have no choice but to tap out!”
The pain is evident on Ace’s face as Thaddeus wrenches back, increasing the pressure on Ace’s lower back and legs. But the fans are firmly behind Ace, chanting his name, willing him to fight through the agony. With sheer determination, Ace claws his way toward the ropes, inch by inch. Thaddeus tries to pull him back to the center, but Ace uses his free leg to kick off, finally reaching the bottom rope! Thaddeus holds on for a moment longer before releasing the hold, frustrated but still composed. He pulls Ace to his feet and whips him into the ropes, looking to deliver a clothesline. Ace ducks under the clothesline, bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes flying back with a Captain Falcon Knee, his jumping knee strike landing square on Duke’s jaw! Thaddeus staggers back, stunned! Thaddeus leans against the ropes, trying to shake off the hit, but Ace isn’t done. He sprints to the corner, leaping to the top turnbuckle in one fluid motion. The crowd is on their feet as Ace soars off the top rope with a Meteora, crashing down onto Duke and driving him to the mat!
Ray Carter: “Ace Sky is back in the driver’s seat! This kid is taking it to Thaddeus Duke with everything he’s got!”
Ace quickly pops back to his feet and signals to the crowd, pointing to the top turnbuckle again. The fans erupt as Ace climbs to the top rope, setting up for his high-risk finish. Thaddeus, still dazed, struggles to get to his feet. Just as he stands, Ace leaps off the top rope, looking for a diving crossbody! But Thaddeus somehow catches him in mid-air and uses Ace’s momentum to roll through, lifting him up into position for a Slingblade! Thaddeus nails the move with precision, planting Ace hard onto the canvas!
Jay Walker: “What a counter! Thaddeus Duke with a perfect Slingblade! Ace Sky was going for the home run, but Duke turned it around in an instant!”
The crowd is buzzing, both men down momentarily as they try to catch their breath. Thaddeus slowly pulls himself to his feet first, dragging Ace up by the arm. He hooks him up, looking to deliver Three Amigos,three consecutive vertical suplexes! The first suplex connects, Duke rolls through, lifting Ace again, and hits the second! He tries for the third, but Ace twists his body mid-air, flipping over Thaddeus and landing behind him! Ace rolls Duke up with a quick Spider Web Schoolboy, trapping Thaddeus in a tight pinning predicament!
Ray Carter: “Whoa! What a reversal by Ace Sky! He’s got him!”
Thaddeus kicks out just in time, rolling to his feet, but Ace stays on the offensive, leaping into a Flash Point running lariat that sends Thaddeus crashing into the corner!
Jay Walker: “Ace Sky is relentless! He’s showing Thaddeus Duke that he’s not backing down!”
Ace backs up again, setting up for another high-flying move, but just as he charges toward the corner, Thaddeus explodes out of the corner with a devastating Spear, cutting Ace in half with the impact!
Ray Carter: “SPEAR! Thaddeus Duke just speared Ace Sky out of his boots!”
Both men are down once again, the match reaching a fever pitch as the crowd roars in approval. The fans are on their feet, sensing this match is far from over, but the level of athleticism and intensity is off the charts.
Jay Walker: “What a show these two are putting on! The fans are loving every second of this!”
Ray Carter: “Both of these men are digging deep. It’s anyone’s match at this point!”
The referee checks on both competitors as the crowd chants “This is awesome!” echoing throughout the Crypto.com Arena.
The Crypto.com Arena is electric as Ace Sky starts to gather momentum. Both men pull themselves to their feet, but Ace strikes first with a lightning-quick spinning heel kick that catches Thaddeus Duke square in the side of the head! Duke stumbles back, dazed from the impact. Ace doesn’t let up. He sprints toward the ropes, rebounds with incredible speed, and nails Duke with a flying rolling wheel kick, sending the New York native crashing to the mat. Ace pops right back up, fueled by the crowd’s cheers, and heads straight for the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle in one swift motion, balancing on the top rope like a seasoned acrobat. The fans hold their breath as Ace leaps off the top rope with a breathtaking Meteora, driving both knees into Duke’s chest with pinpoint accuracy! The impact leaves Duke gasping for air as Ace hooks the leg for a cover.
One!
Two!
Thaddeus kicks out just before the three, and Ace wastes no time. He pulls Duke to his feet, but Thaddeus quickly counters with a sharp elbow to the midsection, buying himself some breathing room. However, Ace stays on him, ducking under a wild punch and delivering a jumping savate kick that sends Duke reeling into the ropes.
Jay Walker: “Ace Sky is all over Thaddeus Duke! He’s showing no fear, and he’s got Duke on the ropes!”
Ace runs to the opposite side of the ring, charging full speed at Duke for another big move, but Thaddeus ducks under the attempt, and Ace rebounds off the ropes again. Duke is ready this time, he catches Ace on the return and plants him with a devastating swinging neckbreaker!
Ray Carter: “Just like that, Thaddeus Duke stops Ace Sky’s momentum with one move!”
Duke takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs, showing signs of frustration. He knows Ace is dangerous, but now it’s time for him to display why he’s a cut above. Thaddeus stalks Ace as he gets back to his feet, and with precision, he grabs him from behind, executing a flawless Side Russian Legsweep, flipping over Ace’s back with a stunning evasive maneuver before dropping him hard to the canvas. Thaddeus smirks as he pulls Ace up again, this time locking in a deep hammerlock before executing a picture-perfect belly-to-belly suplex, tossing Ace across the ring like a rag doll. The impact leaves Ace crumpled in the corner, and Duke stands tall, his confidence returning. Thaddeus grabs Ace by the legs and pulls him to the center of the ring, applying the Elevated Boston Crab with surgical precision. Ace writhes in pain, but the crowd rallies behind him once again. Ace claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes, but Duke wrenches back even harder, his face etched with focus.
Jay Walker: “Thaddeus is going for the submission! He’s trying to break Ace Sky’s will right here!”
Ace Sky digs deep, pushing through the pain. With one last burst of energy, he manages to twist his body and roll Thaddeus off him, breaking free of the hold. Ace scrambles to his feet, but Duke is right there, catching him with a powerful DDT that plants him headfirst into the mat. Thaddeus rises to his feet, the smirk gone from his face, replaced by pure focus. He stalks Ace, motioning for him to get up, as the crowd begins to sense the end is near. Ace slowly gets to his feet, barely able to stand, but still full of heart. He turns toward Duke, only to be met with a Heat Seeker, the perfect Sweet Chin Music that lands flush on Ace’s jaw!
Jay Walker: “Heat Seeker! Thaddeus Duke just nailed him with the Heat Seeker!”
Ace crumples to the mat, completely laid out from the devastating kick. Thaddeus drops down, hooking the leg as the referee counts.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner, THE LIONHEART, THADDEUSSS DUUUKKEEE!”
The bell rings, and Thaddeus Duke rises to his feet, arms raised in victory as “My Name Is Human” blares through the arena. The crowd gives both men a standing ovation for the incredible match.
Ray Carter: “What a performance from Ace Sky, but in the end, Thaddeus Duke proves why he’s on another level.”
Jay Walker: “That Heat Seeker came out of nowhere and just put Ace Sky down for good. Duke didn’t just win, he showed why he’s one of the best in the business and a favorite to become United States Champion.
Thaddeus takes one last look at the fallen Ace Sky before exiting the ring, giving the fans a final pose on the ramp as the screen fades to commercial.
SEGMENT
The crowd is still buzzing from Thaddeus Duke’s impressive victory over Ace Sky. As the camera follows him backstage, Thaddeus looks as confident as ever, wiping the sweat from his brow and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He’s ready to leave for the night, mentally checked out after his hard-fought win.
As he walks down the dimly lit hallway, the sound of footsteps echoing, something peculiar catches his eye, a small, old-fashioned jack-in-the-box sitting ominously in his path. It’s out of place. Creepy, childlike music drifts out of the box, the haunting tune making his brow furrow.
Thaddeus Duke: “What the hell is this?”
Thaddeus stops in his tracks, staring down at the strange toy, clearly puzzled. He cautiously kneels and picks it up, inspecting it with a mixture of curiosity and irritation. As the music comes to its climactic stop, the jack suddenly springs out—a grotesque, twisted version of the toy with sharp, menacing features. Its head tilts creepily as it speaks in a high-pitched, eerie voice.
Jack: “Will you be my friend, Thaddeus?”
Without missing a beat, Thaddeus barely flinches. He stares at it with a bemused look, unimpressed.
Thaddeus Duke: “Nope.”
He tosses the jack-in-the-box away like it’s nothing, sending it clattering against the wall with a metallic thud. The creepy jack’s laugh echoes as it hits the ground, but Thaddeus doesn’t even turn around to look. He adjusts his bag and keeps walking toward the exit, his victory the only thing on his mind.
The camera lingers for a moment on the discarded toy, its twisted face grinning eerily from the floor, the unsettling laugh fading into the distance.
SEGMENT
The camera zooms in on the plush office of AAW General Manager Shaun Hart. Dressed in his signature tailored suit, Hart leans back in his chair, phone pressed to his ear. His expression is one of pure confidence.
Shaun Hart: Don’t worry, Tristian. I’ve got everything under control. Tonight’s main event is in good hands, trust me. There won’t be any surprises. The title match will go exactly as planned, and we’ll give the fans a show they won’t forget.
He pauses, listening to the owner of AAW, Tristian King, on the other end.
Shaun Hart: Yeah, I’ve made sure Kyra knows her role for tonight. Everything is set. Trust me, the World Title match is in good hands.
As Shaun wraps up his call, there’s a knock at the door. He glances up, slightly raising an eyebrow.
Shaun Hart: Come in.
The door swings open, and in walks Kyra Davison, the referee for tonight’s highly anticipated World Title match. Her presence commands attention, she’s not only officiating tonight, but she’s also the number one contender for that very same title at Ascension. With a confident stride, she approaches Hart’s desk.
Shaun Hart: Kyra, I’m glad you stopped by. Now listen, I expect you to call this match right down the middle tonight. No trickery. I don’t care what you’ve got going on at Ascension,tonight, it’s about making sure this match is fair and square. Got it?
Kyra smirks, clearly not fazed by Hart’s words. She leans slightly forward, looking Shaun dead in the eyes.
Kyra Davison: That’s the plan, Shaun. But you know how it is… if those boys get out of line, those plans can always change.
With a sly wink, Kyra turns on her heel and exits the office, leaving Shaun watching after her, unsure of whether to feel reassured or more concerned.
The camera lingers on Shaun Hart’s expression before cutting to the next scene.
Main Event
Special Guest Referee: Kyra Davison
World Heavyweight Championship
Triple Threat Match
Koa "The Destroyer" Tautala vs Nicky Douché
vs Axel Shaw ©
Jazmine Sparks: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is a triple threat match for the AAW World Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd roars as the announcement is made.
Jazmine Sparks: “Introducing first, your special guest referee… Kyra Davison!”
Mz Hyde” by Halestorm blares through the speakers as Kyra Davison saunters out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as she makes her way down the ramp, swigging from her bottle of Jack Daniels, slapping hands with fans along the way. She slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, raising the bottle for another toast before setting it aside and getting ready for the action to begin.
Jazmine Sparks: “And now, introducing the challengers! First, weighing in at 226 pounds… NICKY DOUCHÉ!”
Perfect” by Logic hits, and Nicky Douché steps out, exuding arrogance as he twirls around at the top of the ramp, a smug grin plastered on his face. He gestures to his head, signaling his self-proclaimed genius, while the fans in the arena shower him with boos. Ignoring the jeers, Nicky strides confidently down the ramp, front-flipping onto the apron before vaulting over the top rope into the ring. He strikes a theatrical pose in the middle of the ring, flashing a condescending smirk to the crowd before taking his corner.
Jazmine Sparks: “And his opponent, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 279 pounds… KOA ‘THE DESTROYER’ TAUTALA!”
The arena darkens, and the menacing riff of “Roots Bloody Roots” by Sepultura shakes the arena. A red spotlight illuminates the entrance as Koa Tautala steps out, wearing a traditional Samoan lava-lava over his gear, his face painted with intimidating tribal markings. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locked on the ring, before roaring and charging down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, Koa removes his lava-lava and pounds his fists together, signaling his readiness for war.
Jazmine Sparks: “And their opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds… he is the AAW World Heavyweight Champion… AXEL SHAW!”
The lights drop, and the sound of Axel Shaw’s entrance music reverberates through the arena. The champion steps through the curtain, the AAW World Heavyweight Championship proudly draped over his shoulder. Axel moves with purpose, his eyes laser-focused on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, Axel holds the championship high, turning to face his two challengers before handing the title over to Kyra Davison.
Ray Carter: “We’ve got a blockbuster main event tonight, Jay! Axel Shaw defending the AAW World Heavyweight Championship against Koa Tautala and Nicky Douché, and let’s not forget, Kyra Davison is going to be facing the winner at Ascension!”
Jay Walker: “Exactly, Ray, but Kyra’s made it clear, tonight she’s calling it right down the middle. She’ll deal with the winner at Ascension, but for now, she’s just here to make sure this match is fair.
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the action is underway. Nicky Douché immediately walks over to Koa Tautala, whispering something in his ear with a sly grin. Koa listens carefully, nodding in agreement as the two challengers turn their attention toward Axel Shaw.
Ray Carter: “Looks like Nicky’s trying to convince Koa to team up here. If they want to take down the champ, that might be the way to do it.”
Together, Koa and Nicky rush at Axel, overwhelming the champion with a flurry of strikes. Koa’s massive forearms and headbutts stagger Axel as Nicky follows up with a theatrical front dropkick, sending Axel tumbling into the corner. The crowd boos as Nicky smugly poses for them, while Koa continues to punish the champion. Koa scoops Axel up and drops him with a devastating Samoan Drop, sending shockwaves through the ring. Nicky climbs to the top rope, measuring Axel before leaping off with a diving double stomp, crushing the champion’s chest.
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s loving this! He’s taking every opportunity to show off, but they’re working well together to wear Axel down.”
Koa pulls Axel back to his feet, tossing him across the ring with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex. Axel crumples to the mat as Nicky moves in, locking in a Fujiwara armbar. Axel grimaces in pain, but Kyra is right there to check if he wants to give up. But the champion refuses to quit, shaking his head as he fights through the pain. Just when it looks like Nicky might have the match won, Koa steps in, breaking up the submission by yanking Nicky off Axel and hurling him across the ring. Koa charges at Nicky and flattens him with a brutal discus clothesline, flipping Nicky inside out. The crowd pops as Koa stands tall, roaring in dominance. But before Koa can capitalize, Axel Shaw struggles back to his feet, clutching his arm in pain. Axel ducks a wild swing from Koa and fires back with a series of stiff strikes, targeting Koa’s midsection. He follows up with a knee to the gut, then plants Koa with a snap DDT.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s turning the tide! The champ’s back in this!”
Nicky, now on the outside, watches as Axel and Koa go at it, a sly grin forming on his face. As Axel lifts Koa up for a spinebuster, Nicky quickly hops onto the apron, but instead of jumping back into the action, he bides his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
Jay Walker: “Classic Nicky Douché! Letting Koa and Axel tear each other apart while he waits to pick up the pieces.”
Axel slams Koa down with the spinebuster and immediately turns to find Nicky. But before Axel can go after him, Koa is back on his feet, grabbing Axel by the throat and lifting him up for a powerbomb. Just as Koa lifts Axel up, Nicky finally slides back into the ring, but stops dead in his tracks as Axel counters the powerbomb into a hurricanrana, sending Koa crashing into the turnbuckle!
Ray Carter: “Axel’s hanging on by a thread, but Nicky’s waiting in the wings, biding his time! How’s this going to play out next?!”
Jay Walker: “Axel Shaw just turned Koa inside out with that hurricanrana! But watch out, Ray, Nicky’s got something cooking!”
As Koa crumples into the corner, Axel staggers to his feet, clearly worn from the punishment he’s endured. Nicky Douché, seeing his opportunity, pounces on Axel with a lightning-quick roaring elbow to the jaw, knocking the champion off balance.
Ray Carter: “There’s that deadly elbow from Douché! He’s not the biggest guy, but he packs a punch!”
Axel stumbles back into the ropes, and Nicky doesn’t waste any time. He grabs Axel by the wrist, yanking him forward and whipping him across the ring. As Axel rebounds, Nicky leaps into the air, catching him flush with a front dropkick, sending Axel crashing to the mat. The fans shower Nicky with boos, but the cocky challenger just blows them a kiss and scales the top turnbuckle, taking his time to taunt Axel, who’s still reeling on the mat. Nicky leaps into the air, his body soaring toward Axel, but at the last second, Axel rolls out of the way! Nicky crashes hard onto the canvas, clutching his ribs in pain as the crowd explodes.
Jay Walker: “Nobody home! Nicky Douché just splattered himself on the mat, and Axel Shaw dodged a bullet!”
Before Axel can capitalize, though, Koa Tautala has recovered. The Samoan powerhouse charges at Axel with a full head of steam, nailing him with a devastating flying shoulder block that sends Axel tumbling out of the ring. With Axel down on the outside, Koa turns his attention to Nicky, who’s still struggling to get to his feet after the missed frog splash. Koa stalks his prey, eyes locked in on Nicky as he pulls him up by the hair. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as Koa hoists Nicky up into the air for a powerbomb, positioning him near the ropes. But just as Koa is about to drive Nicky down with the powerbomb, Nicky manages to wriggle free, slipping out of Koa’s grasp and landing behind him. Nicky spins Koa around and snaps him into a brainbuster, driving Koa’s skull into the mat with a sickening thud.
Ray Carter: “What a counter from Nicky Douché! He just planted Koa with that brainbuster, and now he’s got the upper hand!”
The crowd is on its feet as Nicky, looking exhausted but determined, crawls over to cover Koa. Kyra Davison drops down to make the count, her hand slamming the mat.
Kyra Davison (counting):
One!
Two!
Before Kyra’s hand can hit the mat for three, Axel Shaw dives back into the ring, breaking up the pinfall at the last second with a stiff kick to Nicky’s back!
Jay Walker: “Axel saves his title! Nicky was milliseconds away from winning the championship, but Axel’s still got fight left!”
The fans are on the edge of their seats as Axel pulls Nicky up and immediately locks him into a crossface, wrenching back on Nicky’s neck with all the force he can muster.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s got that crossface locked in! He’s trying to make Nicky tap right here!”
Nicky screams in pain, his arm flailing as he desperately tries to reach the ropes. Kyra watches closely, asking Nicky if he wants to give up, but Nicky refuses, clawing his way toward the bottom rope. Just as Nicky’s fingers brush the rope, Koa Tautala, having recovered, barrels into Axel, breaking the submission hold with a thunderous running knee strike to Axel’s face. The impact sends Axel rolling across the ring, clutching his head in agony.
Ray Carter: “What a shot from Koa! He just saved Nicky from that crossface, but now he’s got both men down!”
Koa, breathing heavily but still standing strong, surveys the scene. Nicky is barely stirring, Axel is dazed, and Koa knows this is his moment to strike. He roars to the crowd, slapping his chest as he grabs a dazed Axel Shaw by the hair, yanking him to his feet. Koa lifts Axel onto his shoulders, setting him up for the Torture Rack. The champion writhes in pain as Koa wrenches Axel’s spine, bending him across his broad shoulders. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Axel struggles in the hold. Just when it looks like Koa might force Axel to submit, Nicky Douché, out of nowhere, rushes in and delivers a blistering roaring elbow to the back of Koa’s head, forcing him to drop Axel!
Ray Carter: “Nicky out of nowhere! That elbow just saved Axel’s championship reign again!”
The three competitors are down, the crowd is electric, and Kyra Davison stands over them, watching closely, knowing that this chaotic main event is far from over.
Jay Walker: “Who’s going to take control of this match? We’ve still got so much more to go!”
Koa slowly rises to his feet, shaking off the effects of Nicky’s elbow as the crowd roars in anticipation. His eyes narrow as he sets his sights on both of his opponents, who are still struggling to recover. Koa pounds his fists together, feeding off the energy of the Crypto.com Arena. Koa wastes no time, storming over to Nicky Douché, who is using the ropes to pull himself up. As soon as Nicky gets to his feet, Koa unloads with a brutal Samoan Blitz—a rapid combination of punches and headbutts. Each strike lands with bone-crunching force, driving Nicky back into the corner, helpless under the onslaught. Koa grabs Nicky by the wrist and yanks him out of the corner, flinging him across the ring with a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex. Nicky crashes to the mat and rolls out of the ring, completely disoriented and desperate for a breather.
Jay Walker: “Nicky just got launched like a ragdoll! He had to get out of there before Koa put him through the canvas!”
With Nicky temporarily out of the picture, Koa turns his attention to Axel Shaw, who’s trying to shake off the effects of the Torture Rack. Koa stalks toward Axel, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him to his feet. Axel tries to fight back, throwing a few wild punches, but Koa absorbs the shots and smashes Axel with a vicious knife-edge chop across the chest. Axel staggers back, gasping for air, but Koa is relentless. He grabs Axel by the arm and whips him into the ropes. As Axel rebounds, Koa charges forward, leveling the champion with a brutal discus clothesline. Axel flips in the air before crashing to the mat in a heap. The crowd is buzzing as Koa stands tall, surveying the damage. He rolls out of the ring, eyes locked on the steel steps, and rips them free from their base, hoisting them into the air with ease. The fans gasp in anticipation as Koa drags the steps toward the ring.
Ray Carter: “Oh no… Koa’s got the steel steps! Things are about to get ugly!”
Koa slides the steps into the ring and follows them in, a sinister look in his eyes. He positions the steps in the center of the ring and grabs Axel by the hair, pulling him to his feet once again. With one swift motion, Koa hoists Axel up onto his shoulders, looking to deliver a Samoan Drop right onto the steel steps! But before Koa can execute the move, Axel frantically fights back, driving his elbow into Koa’s temple repeatedly. Koa staggers, and Axel slips off his shoulders, landing behind him. Axel quickly grabs Koa around the waist and, with a burst of adrenaline, attempts a German suplex.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s trying to suplex Koa! But can he lift him?”
Axel strains under Koa’s weight, but Koa plants his feet and blocks the attempt. With a primal roar, Koa reverses the momentum, lifting Axel high into the air before slamming him down with a spinebuster, directly onto the steel steps!
Jay Walker: “Good God! Axel just got spinebustered on the steel steps! That could be it for the champ!”
Axel writhes in pain, clutching his lower back as the crowd explodes in a mix of cheers and gasps. Koa, breathing heavily, stands tall over Axel, his face painted with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. As Koa surveys the wreckage, he notices Nicky Douché slowly crawling back into the ring, still trying to recover from the earlier beatdown. Koa grins, knowing that Nicky is next on his list. He stalks over to Nicky, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him to his feet. Koa raises his fist high in the air, preparing to deliver another barrage of strikes, but Nicky, in a last-ditch effort, kicks Koa in the knee, causing him to stagger. Nicky quickly follows up with a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching Koa’s arm back and dropping to the mat, locking it in tight!
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s got the armbar locked in! He’s trying to take out Koa’s arm!”
Koa roars in pain, thrashing wildly as Nicky cranks back on the arm, desperately trying to make the Samoan powerhouse submit. Kyra Davison drops down, asking Koa if he wants to give up, but Koa refuses, his face contorted in pain and rage.
Ray Carter: “Koa’s in serious trouble here! Nicky’s got that armbar cinched in deep!”
But just when it looks like Koa might tap, the Samoan beast digs deep, powering up to his knees, and then to his feet, with Nicky still clinging to his arm. Koa lets out a guttural roar and lifts Nicky off the mat, tossing him across the ring with sheer brute force, breaking the hold. The crowd is in awe as Koa shakes his arm, trying to get the feeling back, while Nicky rolls to the corner, clutching his own body after being thrown halfway across the ring. Axel Shaw is still down, nursing his back, and Koa stands tall once again, ready to continue his domination.
Ray Carter: “Koa’s in total control, but we know this match is far from over!
Koa, his arm still aching but adrenaline surging through his body, sets his sights on Nicky Douché once more. With a primal growl, he charges toward Nicky, looking to lay him out with another devastating strike. Nicky, still recovering in the corner, sees Koa barreling toward him and quickly drops to one knee, delivering a vicious low blow right between Koa’s legs! Kyra Davison, focused on Axel Shaw trying to pull himself up on the far side of the ring, misses the low blow as the crowd erupts in boos. Koa crumples to the mat, clutching his groin in agony. Nicky, with a sly grin on his face, quickly follows up by grabbing Koa’s legs and tossing him under the bottom rope, sending him tumbling to the outside.
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s just tossed Koa out like yesterday’s garbage! This guy will do anything to stay in control!”
With Koa momentarily out of the picture, Nicky turns his attention to Axel Shaw, who is still struggling to get to his feet after the spinebuster on the steel steps. Nicky smells blood and immediately rushes at Axel, delivering a brutal front dropkick to the champion’s chest, sending Axel flying back into the corner. Nicky pops up theatrically, arms spread wide as he soaks in the crowd’s boos.
Ray Carter: “Nicky’s feeling himself now! The crowd may not like it, but he’s in full control!”
Nicky doesn’t waste any time, charging at Axel in the corner and hitting him with a roaring elbow right to the jaw. Axel’s head snaps back violently as Nicky grabs him by the arm and pulls him out of the corner, transitioning into an arm wrench suplex that sends the champion crashing to the mat. Axel rolls over, trying to shake the cobwebs, but Nicky stays on the attack. He climbs to the top rope, looking to hit one of his signature moves. With a confident smirk, Nicky leaps off the top, hitting Axel with a devastating diving double stomp right to the chest.
Ray Carter: “What a stomp from Nicky! That could crush your ribs!”
Axel writhes in pain, clutching his chest as Nicky stalks him like a predator. Sensing an opportunity to put the champion away, Nicky locks in a Fujiwara armbar, wrenching Axel’s arm and putting incredible pressure on his shoulder.
Jay Walker: “Nicky’s got that armbar locked in deep! Axel’s in real trouble here!”
Kyra Davison drops down again, asking Axel if he wants to tap out, but the champion shakes his head, refusing to give in. The crowd rallies behind Axel, chanting his name, but Nicky wrenches back harder, trying to force the submission.
Ray Carter: “Axel’s in a bad way! Nicky’s got that armbar in tight, and Koa’s still down on the outside!”
The fans watch anxiously as Axel struggles to crawl toward the ropes, his face contorted in pain. Nicky keeps the pressure on, barking at Axel to tap out, but Axel refuses, inching closer and closer to the ropes. With one final stretch, Axel grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break!
Jay Walker: “Axel got the rope! He’s not done yet!”
Nicky releases the hold, but he’s not happy about it. He slams his hands on the mat in frustration before grabbing Axel by the arm and dragging him back to the center of the ring. Nicky lifts Axel up, looking to hit a brainbuster to finish him off. He hoists Axel into the air, but Axel twists in mid-air, countering and landing behind Nicky. Axel immediately shoves Nicky into the ropes and nails him with a superkick as Nicky bounces back!
Ray Carter: “Axel just turned the tables! What a counter!”
Nicky stumbles back, dazed from the superkick, as Axel tries to shake off the pain in his arm. The champion isn’t out of the woods yet, but for the moment, he’s bought himself some time.
Jay Walker: “Axel’s hanging in there, but Nicky had him on the ropes! This match could go either way!
Nicky Douché, in complete control, pulls Axel Shaw up to his feet. He guides the champion to the corner and begins climbing the turnbuckle, pulling Axel up with him. The crowd is on edge as Nicky positions Axel on the top rope, looking to deliver a massive blow. With a roar of effort, Nicky hoists Axel high and crashes him down with a Falcon Arrow suplex from the top rope!
Jay Walker: “Good God! Nicky just hit Axel with a Falcon Arrow from the top rope! That’s gotta be it!”
Nicky immediately hooks the leg, going for the pin.
One!
Two!
Th—”
At the last second, Axel kicks out! The Crypto.com Arena erupts in cheers as Nicky stares at Kyra in disbelief, his face red with frustration.
Ray Carter: “I can’t believe Axel kicked out! How did he survive that?”
Nicky slaps the mat in frustration, glaring at Kyra Davison. He gets up, throwing his hands in the air as he argues with her over the count.
Nicky Douché: “That was three! You’re supposed to be down the middle, but that was three!”
Kyra stands firm, not backing down as she holds up two fingers, signaling the near-fall. Before Nicky can press the issue further, his eyes catch movement as Koa Tautala starts to climb back into the ring. Nicky shifts his focus immediately, dashing forward and catching Koa with a sudden superkick to the jaw, sending the Samoan staggering back. Nicky isn’t done. He grabs Koa and lifts him up, slamming him down with a brutal spinebuster that shakes the ring. Nicky goes for another cover, desperate to put this match away.
One!
Two!
Thr—”
But Koa kicks out just before the three! The crowd roars in approval, and Nicky looks absolutely furious. He slams his fists into the canvas, his frustration boiling over.
Ray Carter: “Koa kicks out now! Nicky can’t seem to finish either one of these guys off!”
Seething, Nicky rolls out of the ring and heads straight for the timekeeper’s area. He grabs a steel chair from under the apron, his eyes blazing with fury. In a triple-threat match, the chair is legal, and Nicky intends to use it to full effect.
Jay Walker: “Oh no, Nicky’s bringing out the hardware! That steel chair is perfectly legal, and Nicky’s about to use it!”
As Nicky raises the chair, ready to slide back into the ring, a fan from the front row in a hoodie and mask suddenly grabs the chair out of his hands. Nicky whips around, enraged. Nicky threatens the fan, yelling at them to back off. But the masked fan remains calm, slowly removing the mask to reveal, Anthony King! The crowd explodes in shock and excitement.
Jay Walker: “It’s Anthony King! Anthony King is here!”
Nicky is stunned, his eyes wide in disbelief. Before he can react, Anthony King jumps the barricade, and the two immediately start trading blows. The brawl erupts at ringside, punches flying as the fans go wild. King and Nicky battle their way through the crowd, exchanging punches as they disappear into the sea of fans, lost in the chaos.
Ray Carter: “King and Nicky are brawling through the crowd! This is absolute madness!”
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Koa Tautala has made it to his feet, shaking off the effects of the spinebuster. He spots Axel Shaw, still dazed from the Falcon Arrow earlier, and charges full speed, looking to hit his devastating spear. But Axel, with veteran awareness, catches Koa mid-charge and counters with a brutal knee to the face!
Jay Walker: “Axel catches Koa! What a knee!”
Koa stumbles back, clearly rocked, and Axel wastes no time. He grabs Koa, spins him around, and plants him with his finishing move, Bad Decisions (Blackhole Slam)!
Ray Carter: “Bad Decisions! Axel hits it! Koa’s done!”
Axel drops down for the cover as Kyra slides in for the count.
One!
Two!
Three!”
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Axel Shaw retains his AAW World Heavyweight Championship.
Jazmine Sparks: “Here is your winner and STILL the AAW World Heavyweight Champion… Axel Shaw!”
Axel rises to his feet, breathing heavily as Kyra retrieves the AAW World Championship from ringside. She looks at the title for a moment, the weight of her upcoming challenge clear in her expression. The two lock eyes, tension building as Kyra hands the championship over to Axel, both knowing their paths are set for Ascension.
Jay Walker: “Look at this, Ray. That’s a preview of what’s to come at Ascension. Axel Shaw vs. Kyra Davison for the World Championship. You know it’s going to be a fight!”
Ray Carter: “There’s a storm brewing between these two, Jay. And when they finally clash, it’s going to be one hell of a showdown.”
Axel raises the AAW World Championship high above his head, never taking his eyes off Kyra, who stands tall in the ring, matching his intensity as the show fades to black.