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Charlie
Managing Directors

Posts: 349
What should we call you?: Charlie
Alignment: Tweener
How long have you been an efedder?: 27+ years
Tell us about yourself.: I'm the founder and co-Owner of AWS.
Listing of your characters.: Kid Kaos, Declan McGinnis, Cage Eames and Gideon

APOCALYPSE CHAMBER • SYRACUSE • 4.17.2022 Feb 21, 2022 9:30:40 GMT -5

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Post by Charlie on Feb 21, 2022 9:30:40 GMT -5

SUNDAY, APRIL 17, 2022

@ CARRIER DOME • SYRACUSE, NEW YORK

FRIDAY, APRIL 15, 2022 @ 6:00 AM EST

APOCALYPSE CHAMBER

A match inside the confines of a modified elimination chamber (without the pods). The only paths to elimination are by pin falls, submissions or knockouts.

The top six lunatics will receive titles shots at the AWS championships based on their order of elimination.

Only a maximum of two lunatics from each handler are allowed to enter.

5th/6th Place • Shot at the AWS Tag Team Championships

4th Place • Shot at the AWS Radical Championship

3rd Place • Shot at the AWS Underground Championship

2nd Place • Shot at the AWS Goddess Championship

1st Place • Shot at the AWS Pinnacle Championship

LADDER MATCH

Zoey Epsilon • versus • Veronica Rodriguez ©

FOUR CORNERS TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH

The Revolt © • versus • The Pride • versus • The House of Paine • versus • The Violent Generation

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Last Edit: Apr 8, 2022 6:37:40 GMT -5 by Charlie

Sammeal Mcbane
Lunatics

Posts: 1
What should we call you?: My Name, Works
Alignment: Heel
How long have you been an efedder?: 20+ Years
Listing of your characters.: Bram, Scotty, and Many More

APOCALYPSE CHAMBER • SYRACUSE • 4.17.2022 Mar 5, 2022 22:46:23 GMT -5 Charlie likes this

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Post by Sammeal Mcbane on Mar 5, 2022 22:46:23 GMT -5

Lilith Malai: I’m so glad we decided to get some food before the flight. I’m starving.

{Sammeal and Lilith come walking in hand, and hand into a fancy restaurant. It was kind of like one of the sizzlers with all the stupid crap all over the walls and stuff}

Sammeal: I figure we got some time together, before our really long flight to our super amazing honeymoon suite. May as well get us some grub before we’re stuck eating plane food. Get us a table, dear. I’m going to go take a wiz. Love you.

{Lilith nods and he gives her a quick smooch on the cheek before he takes off toward the restroom. Once inside Sammeal quickly spots the five urinals attached to the wall, and he instinctively chooses the last one on the left. Moments later, another man enters the restroom and awkwardly takes the urinal directly next to Sammeal}

Man: Hey!! Aren’t you Sammeal McBane??

{Sameal can feel the eyes staring at him through the back of his head}

Sammeal: Look man, now’s not really a good time for …

{Sammeal knew that mask anywhere}

Sammeal: Shadow Walker??

Shadow Walker: Yes, yes. How is you, my friend?

{Shadow Walker, um takes one hand off the wheel and offers that hand for a shake}

Shadow Walker: I’m offering the shake of hands. Much respects Mr. McBane, who wears sunglasses indoors. Don’t want the fans to recognize you?

{Sammeal glances at the tainted hand, and he looked down at the fact he was still urinating}

Sammeal: Can this possibly wait, like a minute or two?

Shadow Walker: Oh, my bad. Yes, yes.

{Shadow Walker leans over}

Shadow Walker: I can see why, you are good with the ladies.

{Shadow Walker gives him an impressed nod. Sammeal realizes what he meant, and quickly puts everything away, Then awkwardly steps back from the urinal}

Sammeal: Hey, come on now! What are you even doing here anyway?

{Shadow Walker finishes up not soon after}

Shadow Walker: I’m doing the tasting of the culture. Fine american dishes. The burnt steak and dry potato are great.

{Shadow Walker rubs his belly. Sammeal quickly heads over to the sink and washes his hands}

Sammeal: Well, that’s cool. Whatever, I don’t really care. Look, I’m gonna let you get back to all that …okay man? And I’m gonna go back to doing my thing without you. We can probably talk at like …work, or something. My dearest and I are going on trip, and …

{Shadow Walker’s eyes light up with glee, behind the mask}

Shadow Walker: Trip? Are you saying, you’re going to get married? That is wonderful news. It is a long-standing tradition in my family, that the best man must personally congratulate the bride.

{Sammeal shakes his head, and he immediately declined the offer}

Sammeal: Oh no, that’s not necessary. You don’t have to …

Shadow Walker: Yes, yes …I must congratulate bride.

{Shadow Walker starts to follow Sammeal out the door when he suddenly points at the sinks}

Sammeal: Come on man, you didn’t flush!!/

{Shadow Walker realizes he’s right and turns back toward the urinal}

{Sammeal comes rushing back to the table, where Lilith was and he starts dropping cash on the table. Then he starts grabbing his jacket and he tossed Lilith her’s}

Sammeal: Came on Lilith. We gotta get out of here …Quick!!

Lilith Malai: What!? What is going on??

{Sammeal throws a few more dollars on the table, and nods towards the door}

Sammeal: There, that should cover the sodas. We gotta bounce, now!!

{Lilith starts scooting out of the booth when she suddenly stops}

Lilith Malai: No wait ...I’ll get cheese sticks on the way out.

{Sammeal throws an extra ten-dollar bill on the table}

Sammeal: Okay, Lets go!!

Lilith Malai: But, I really wanted those cheese sticks. They are handcrafted, you know.

{Lilith licks her lips in anticipation of the appetizer. Sammeal groans, and nervously looks over toward the bathroom}

Sammeal: Can’t you just let them go? If he see’s us, he will come over here.

Lilith Malai: What are you talking about? Who will?

{Sammeal gasps, and ducks down toward the floor}

Sammeal: Oh Shyte! I think, he just saw me. Quick dear, get under the table!!

Lilith: What the Hades? Why??

Sammeal: Will you just …Ugh!!

{Sammeal drags her down under the table, and they hide behind the long tablecloth}

Lilith Malai: Sammy, will you please tell me what’s going on?

Sammel: Let’s just hope, he didn’t see us. If he sees us, or figures out we’re here …we’re doomed! So just be quiet and …

Waiter: I got an order of cheese sticks, for you

{Lilith pokes her head out from under the table cloth}

Lilith Malai: Down here, sir!

{Suddenly Shadow Walker’s head pops in through the tablecloth}

Shadow Walker: Hello, my friends!

Sammeal: AH COME ON!!

{Sammeal just facepalms himself, as Shadow Walker squeezes in with them under the table}

Shadow Walker: You must be the special lady, that is blushing.

{Lilith nods, and shows off her necklace. Which oddly looks like a hangman’s noose}

Shadow Walker: I’m happy for my friend, and anew lady friend. I’m don’t have many friends, since my old friend went missing.

Lilith Malai: Oh, you lost your friend?

Shadow Walker: Old friend is gone. He took his mask off, and now it’s like he’s a whole new person. Say, you guys will be my new friends?

{Sammeal starts shaking his head, trying to will Lilith to say no. But of course, she smiles and nods her head}

Lilith Malai: Of course, we will.

Shadow Walker: Great! Uh, I’m wondering why you are under the table.

{Lilith nods her head}

Lilith Malai: I’m wondering the same thing, to be honest.

{They both turn, and look at Steve}

Sammeal: Well, contrary to popular belief …you are not the only one, that can work under the table.

{Sammeal thinks he’s pretty clever, but Shadow Walker doesn’t seem to get the joke. Lilith is glaring at him from the other side of the table}

Sammeal: Okay listen, there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this. Good story, really. One that you …

{Sammeal points to Lilith, as he continues}

Sammeal: will hear in the car. And you …

{Sammeal points to Shadow Walker}

Sammeal: will get to hear it, the next time I see you. Which will probably be never, if I can help it. But look at the time.

Shadow Walker: Nice try, but You’re not wearing a watch.

{Sammeal ignores that fact, and continues on}

Sammeal: We’d love to stay under this table, and chat …but we will miss our flight. Come on Lilith, let’s go!

{They all start to crawl out from under the table, and Shadow Walker starts to follow them}

Shadow Walker: Lilith, It was nice meeting you. Maybe text me …

Sammeal: Um, Nope.

Shadow Walker: Facebook?

Sammeal: Ah, Nope.

{Sammeal shakes his head in disbelief}

Shadow Walker: Maybe Twitter??

Sammeal: Hades No!!

*Sammeal’s face begins to turn red with anger, as he rolls his eyes}

Shadow Walker: Come on, man …Snapchat??

{They finally get to the front door}

Sammeal: I don’t even have that one, man. Have a nice day.

{And with that, Sammeal and Lilith walk out of the restaurant. Thus leaving Shadow Walker behind}

Shadow Walker: Nice people. I like, my new friend.

{Suddenly the waiter comes running up to the door}

Waiter: Hey, somebody dropped an envelope. Looks like it has plane tickets in it.

{Shadow Walker completely ignores the commotion behind him, as he watched Sammeal and Lilith drive away}

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Do You See

What I See??

Everett Aloni
Lunatics

Posts: 1
Alignment: Tweener

APOCALYPSE CHAMBER • SYRACUSE • 4.17.2022 Mar 6, 2022 20:32:00 GMT -5 Charlie likes this

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Post by Everett Aloni on Mar 6, 2022 20:32:00 GMT -5

~:~Aloni’s Thoughts~:~

“I know what, you’re all probably thinking” …

*The words were spoken softly, as the visuals come in a few moments after the audio. We immediately see one of the members of The Iron Fist sitting in front of the camera. Seated on the black leather couch, in the locker room shared by the team. Aloni’s hands are folded in front of him, and resting upon his lap*

~:~Aloni~:~
You’re probably thinking, that I’ve wasted my time watching the promos ...that everyone has decided to do, over a three-year span. Always following mine, like a battle tactic. The truth is, that I did turn it on ...I saw the first couple seconds, up until the time ...that he asked when the last time he mentioned it. Mentioning, that I’m still angry about my loss??

*Imitating someone talking with his hand gesture, he mouths the words “Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,” before finally bringing his hand down, and letting it rest on his knee. He looks forward into the camera, with a wild smirk. Then continues to speak, sarcastically*

~:~Aloni~:~
When was the last time, I heard you talking about it? Even though, that’s beside the point …I don’t know, since I don’t really follow your promos! And more importantly, I don’t pay attention to You At All! You want to know, why? Because it’s the same old crap, over and over ...until the point of, being redundant! You’re going to say “that you’re right, I’m wrong” ...do your stupid pose, talk about “how sexy your dumb ass” ...is supposed to be. Me, I’m going to vomit all over the place ...just at the thought of, your Ugly Face!!

*To mock everyone, he starts to do his own fake gag. As he sticks his finger into his throat a little, as if he would force himself to vomit. After doing this, he tries to sit still again but slides towards the armrest of the sofa. Then brings his legs up to the couch, so he‘s postured over his knee*

~:~Aloni~:~
I’m too good for you, people. You got put into this match, at the wrong time ...the very wrong time!!

*Aloni’s voice lifted, saying these words toward everyone. The wrong time? The wrong time was obvious, with the cold streak that AWS has been on. Meanwhile, Aloni has been successful with the last several matches he’s been in. Including, the Quickest Knockout in Recent Wrestling History*

~:~Aloni~:~
Let’s look to the facts, of things …as they are, right now. You …lost to, Um? When’s the last time, you’ve even had a match? You couldn’t defeat anyone worth noticing, legitimately. You were bragging for at least two months, about your win over ...Whoever you faced last? All up, talking about how it’s the biggest win of your career! You boasted about, defeating someone to become a Champion Elsewhere! Someone, who my partner should have defeated on Alcohol Fueled Brewtality last year ...Who I defeated, in his very first match inside the XWA! Someone you couldn’t beat for almost four months. Now we’ve established just how pathetic AWS really is ...as a person and wrestler!!

*Aloni scoffed at the mentioning of his opponent’s name and rolled his eyes while continuing*

~:~Aloni~:~
What next, AWS??

*With a quick shrug of his shoulders, he pauses to think about this. What came next, was his first edition of Ward. Where Aloni to take part in the Apocalypse Chamber*

~:~Aloni~:~
Oh yes, I get into some …crazy match, with some other wrestlers. Which somehow for a few different title chances ...many I have defeated, in all our encounters ...I’ve had with them! Do you want to know, the one encounter where I didn’t win? It was leading up to the Halloween Pay-Per-View ...where it wasn’t even my team, that was pinned …Scotty’s team didn’t even win, so I don’t have a loss to any of you in those encounters. Yet I have a win over most of them ...in all but, that one messed up match. You couldn’t defeat them, though! So you decided to join them, instead.

*Aloni snickers at the mentioning, that someone failed to defeat Genocide or NATAS. Not one, but two people that Aloni has almost always been successful against*

~:~Aloni~:~
You’re probably sitting at your home, counting the days down until Baptized In Fire...as you cry, and get closer to yet another loss. This time to me. This time would be the biggest win of your career ...is going to become completely void! Nobody is going to remember who won years ago. Everybody is going to remember who wins …Right now! Who won closer, to the present day. They’re going to remember, that I defeated you at the Pay-Per-View ...where nobody, would get involved this time around!!

*Aloni emphasized the word Nobody, as he kept looking into the camera. Then let himself get a short breath, to let everyone understand. That there would be absolutely, no one getting involved. No one in favor of The Rock Hard Samoan, and no one in favor of anyone else*

~:~Aloni~:~
What makes me, so sure? What makes me so sure, that I’m going to defeat ...you in the middle of that ring? This is a question, that often gets asked to me. It’s happened since, I re-entered the world of professional wrestling ...ever since I walked through those doors of the Asylum Wrestling Society. What makes me, so sure? What made me so sure, that I was going to defeat Mikey Maddox in our first match ...What made me so sure, that I was going to beat Franco and Damion? What made me so sure, that I was going to defeat The Undead Army Members on multiple occasions, and then "The Xtreme Icon" Eric Draven??

*Aloni named all of the people, that he has defeated over the years. Only a few losses on the list, and those were during his own hiatus. He brought his foot back down to the front of the couch and leaned forward in his seat to look directly into the camera. While he composed the next question, on the Wrestling World’s mind*

~:~Aloni~:~
Again, the same old Hades’ Damnation, question. “What …Makes ...Me …So ...Sure??”

*Aloni repeated to himself, very slowly. His eyes looked down, to think about this for a moment. Everything he has just said didn’t seem to be enough for him. He slowly rubbed his rough palms together, dwelling on this thought for a while longer. A few seconds passed before he lifted her eyes again to stare directly into the camera lens*

~:~Aloni~:~
It speaks for itself, people. All of my wins, all of the people ...that I’ve defeated. Such as Scotty Paine, Eric Draven, and Eric Cobretti ...All three, are Legends in the Wrestling World! Three names, that everybody knows and those same people ...would just wet themselves, if they were given the same chances to face them. Three Giah Blessed Names, that you couldn’t hold a candle to in that ring. Many have proven it, on multiple occasions, as they have gone on to victory ...Over You!!

*Which, wasn’t entirely true, but he wasn’t about to give any credit to anyone actually beating him*

~:~Aloni~:~
Do I need to say anything more, about my “Giah Has Blessed Me” Career??

*Aloni says while tilting his head slightly to the side. While giving a confident smirk, that he would win The Apocalypse Chamber on Sunday*

~:~Aloni~:~
No, AWS ...I don’t! All the answers are there, in the record books. Ever since I started my career with, a victory over the famous Mike Stone ...to win my first match, inside the doors of Wrestling World! Ever since I managed to defeat, “Bloody” Charlie for the first time, and then lose my United States Championship belt ...just to win it back, five days later against a much quicker athlete. A very trained one, no better than the mighty Blade “2-Syko” Bullard was ...but still the mental strength, that our Ex-Employer had was remarkable. He was a far better athlete than you are!!

*Aloni’s spirit seemed to rise, as he was recalling his glory days. The days, when he first started his career. And was quickly a Champion, not very long into it. His head straightened out for a brief moment, then tilting it to the other side*

~:~Aloni~:~
It’s a fact, that I am going to be entered into the Professional Wrestling Hall of Fame ... someday. Not just the WWI Hall of Fame, but the Hall of Fame ...shared by the entire industry! People around the entire world, know my name ...they know me, as the greatest wrestler to ever step foot, into an Independent Wrestling Ring. This is a fact, that you can’t accept. This is something, that you think means nothing ….because of a win that your old Stablemates, stole from me! That’s just fine. You’ll ...Learn ...What ...I ...Mean!!

*The words were spoken very slowly and in a light tone. Just as he finally got up from the couch, fixing his Dress Blues jacket. The camera panned up, so it could see his chiseled face and battle-focused eyes again. Thus, not being able to see them after he had stood up for the brief moment. He does a shift One-Eighty turns, and walks out of the camera’s view*

~:~Aloni’s Voice~:~

AWS, You ...Will ...All ...Learn ...Soon ...Enough!!

*The scene fades away to darkness, as Aloni’s theme plays softly in the background. Until there’s nothing, but a blank black screen*

</>Cadets<\>
I Am A Devil Dog, And I’m Marching On …

::Drill Instructor::

I Can’t Hear You!!

You Want Some??

Oohrah, Come Get Some!!

House Of Paine
Lunatics

Posts: 3
Alignment: Heel
How long have you been an efedder?: 20+ Years
Listing of your characters.: Scotty, Bram, Aloni, ect.

APOCALYPSE CHAMBER • SYRACUSE • 4.17.2022 Mar 30, 2022 18:14:28 GMT -5 Charlie likes this

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Post by House Of Paine on Mar 30, 2022 18:14:28 GMT -5

~The scene opens up in a dark and dirty gym. We see a few heavy punch bags littering the outskirts, with the odd mat or two around. The center of the gym is taken up by a huge, and obviously old wrestling ring. There's a bench or two laying around with some weights gathering dust on the floor, it's clear this gym hasn't been used in a long time. The camera spins around to reveal a couple of men standing in the doorway, bathed in a glow from the light behind them. The men step forwards into the room and the door closes behind them. The equal light now reveals their appearance. These men, the ones we know as The House of Paine. Due to their actions years ago, smirks as they sit down on one of the workbenches~

DKM: It seems odd, coming back here again. Back to where it all started, but sadly enough …it has to be done, from time to time. That's why this place has never been destroyed, never been cleaned out. It was written into the contract when Dad took it over. Yet, this place ...oddly, it has a sense of security about it. It has a nostalgic, warm feeling. Not exactly the way we used to look at this hell hole …is it Jig??

~DKM leans back a moment, allowing his words to settle in. The shock that he knows Jigsaw outside of the Wrestling World?~

Jigsaw: Brutalized on a daily basis, forced to fight each other ...we were just kids. There was nothing we could do. Daddy pushed us way too far, and in the end ...it was me who snapped. “Your brother and you ...you guys could cope better than me, I was weak and I broke.” But that's where that ended. Daddy, I tell you this now ...not as a threat, but as one of your kids. Weakness cost me heavily, and I swore from that day forwards …I would never be weak again! I've worked extremely hard to get where I am today. I've fought through prejudice, through narrow-minded dictatorships ....I've even run my own federations, but you know that, don’t you? Hey, that's where you got your big break.

~DKM sits up again, allowing his foot to wander. It finds a set of weights and he places his foot on the bar. Then starts swinging his leg, so that the bar rolls back and forth~

DKM: We used to think, that we were of the same cloth. We're not though, are we Jig? I mean we have a lot in common, a Hades of a lot in common. We both had a parent walk away, at a young age …we both grew up to become professional wrestlers, and we're both filthy rich. To this day, I've never found out how you made your money, so Incorporated ...or something. Hotels, I know that's one of your most popular things ...but you see, I earned my money by doing what I do best …entertaining the fans. Wrestling and Alterative Music, it's how I made enough money to run my own federations. It's how I made the money, to buy a small villa in New Jersey and named it Painevilleiew. Compared to other people, we're very very different. You'll say one thing to a dear close friend, and then run off …to do another, won't you? Not exactly stabbing them in the back, but probably as close as you can get …without actually doing the stabbing. We are different, but Mom, and I are much more alike.

~DKM climbs to his feet and stretches a little, arching backward to pop his back~

Jigsaw: But we already know, that don't we Dominic? After all, it was Daddy …who brought the Brothers into this world, in the first place. Mainly because DKM didn’t want to be on his own. He managed to become HaRdCoRe Champion, but damn he didn’t hold that belt very long ...and let it be known that he has had a peak here and there. Kinda like a parasite taking advantage of every moment he could. But Daddy ...this isn't about titles, is it? This isn't about anything like that ...because come on, let's face it ...I've won more Tag-Team Titles, than you have titles altogether. Hades, I've held the WoW Tag Belts at least three times with DKM …and to be honest, your Tag Title "pile" is just non-existent compared to mine. Tag Team ...that's the thing you always associated with Daddy. As for your big match? The tag team scramble match and even that, you couldn't get done legitly …could you? Nope ...you had to get your big Brother to come down and stop them from beating you. That's right Daddy, if you’re gonna tell a story, tell the whole f*cking thing!!

~Jigsaw leans against the wall, as he lets out a high pitched giggle~

DKM: Ah, here we go again …being so hypocritical. We're standing in this redundant abandoned place, and nobody knows why ...nobody except you and me to understand why, either. Oh and your mentally disturbed Father, of course. This ladies and gentlemen is where it all began ...this is where the "art" of fighting was beaten into us. We were forced to fight, or suffer a worse beating …than we'd take if we lost. This spawned the competitive streak, and the ultimate long rivalry between us and a team that was forced to retire …due to us, kicking their asses! I'd include The Purge in that category, but we all know anytime they aren’t anywhere near The Dark Army. They get their ass kicked, burned, maimed ...pretty much all-round destroyed. I fled this place, tears stinging my eyes …as I ran for freedom, and I found it Dad. I never had to have some sappy stuck-up bitch come and adopt me …I fought for my own freedom and look what it gave me. I’m a Champion, multi-times over, multi-time Tag-Team Champion. Just name a promotion, and I've probably held them at some point or another. Name a superstar, worthy of the term "Legend" …and I've probably crossed their path. Ha, you want to talk about respect? Who in Hades Damnation respects a Welshman, who can only handle himself in a tag team match? People respect us, and if they don't ....they FEAR US!!

~DKM grins sadistically, as he leans forward. He lets out a small, and blatantly evil chuckle escape from his mouth. He leans back again, as he runs both of his hands over his hair~

Jigsaw: Nice trophy case Daddy, I bet it's about time you had one ...seeing as I've had mine since …oh, 2018? I mean, I'm not saying you're copying me or anything …but, it just seemed an odd time to try and introduce it …of all the people? I know what you've done ...Hades dumbass, I created this team …Not you! I made us, what we are today and I'll tell you this one, for free …you little douchebag, you are nowhere near as good as you think you are. You wanna talk about the xWa? Let's talk about the xWa ...ok Dad, two-time Tag Champs, Pure Champion ...Ring of Xtreme Winner. Not bad, eh? Pretty gnarly ...Ok ok, DKM, North American Champion, HaRdCoRe Champion, as said before …2018 Ring of Xtreme Winner, TWO TIME xWa Tag-Team Champion, and the ONLY King of the Streets winner ....tell me, Daddy …what’s so bad about that??

~Jigsaw cocks his head to the side, almost as if he's expecting the cameraman to respond on his Father's behalf. He moves back into the center of the room and leans on the apron of the worn-out ring~

DKM I saw our name on the card, and I swear for a moment …my heart skipped a beat. I thought this was a chance, a chance to meet an old friend of mine. Someone I'd helped get into this business, and rise to fame. Somebody, I could put on one Hades of a show with …and show these people here in the AWS, what The House of Paine is capable of ...but then you had to go and flap your gums, didn't you Dad? You just had to try and belittle us on camera, make yourself look big and brave in front of all of your new friends. I've been to Hades Dad, I've seen the other side ...I've taken you with me! Oh yes, do you remember? Remember Dad, all the torment I've put you through? The times, when I found myself on the side of Ki? Pitted against the pathetic bloodline, that is the Morbid family. Dad ...remember the Greystoke Asylum? I sure do, it's one of those moments …that makes me smile, one of those moments …that helps me sleep at night.

~An absolutely sadistic grin spreads across DKM's face, as he turns around and the camera follows him. Soon, they come across an old tv stand with a DVD record/player upon it. Jigsaw grins, as he presses play and the following images can be seen~

{The tv flickers a bit, and then an image of a Hell in a Cell structure be seen. It’s covered in barbed wire, weapons are hanging on all sides of the cage, and it’s engulfed in flames. Seconds go by before the camera reveals one man - Scotty Paine is Impaled on the barbed wire! We then see, Red Dragon applying pressure. Thus forcing the barbed wire strands into Scotty’s forehead, with the look of pure evil on his face}

~We cut back to DKM. He laughs loudly, as he watches the video of his Father bleeding profusely from Red Dragon’s insane creation. He folds his arms, as he talks again~

DKM: Asylum Wrestling Society, that’s a seal of approval. A Hades Damnation seal of ...oh wait, this match might be pretty good …but if it was a title match? They’d just lay on his backs, just like their Foster Mother did …all the time, way back when. Let's face it, you overcompensate ...I hate it when, people say 110%. That doesn't even exist, damn it! The highest possible percentage is 100% ...deal with it, you ass bandits! But your right Dad, I have seen you fight in singles competition, I've seen you fight in tag matches, and I’ve seen you do pretty much every match …you've done except for the federations that just weren't good enough for my talent, and for my abilities. You’re nothing special, your another old guy …that’s aspiring to be the next Terry Funk. But I really gotta tell you Dad, you missed the window of that opportunity. But instead, you'll end up like one of those retired guys …who really should have stopped a long time ago, but thinks he's still got it. So Dad, if titles and accolades mean nothing? Then why bother? Why give this business your all? It's the typical thing a loser would say ...Like "It's not about winning, it's the taking part." That's what a loser would say ...which means quite simply, that you ...are a fucking loser! Like the saying "beauty is on the inside" …it's only the "beautiful" people who say that. Am I right? Of course, I am ...I'm Dominic Kade “Xtremely” Morbid!!

~DKM moves back to the ring again, and rolls under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet, as he climbs up and leans in the turnbuckle~

Jigsaw: They put us through Hades Damnation, Daddy ...more than you could, or ever will know. I'm willing to reveal things about us and our past …but only to a certain level. Everybody thought that we would be his protegé …that we would go on in this business, in his stead and wreak havoc. But you’re right Daddy, I'm closer to Cindy than anybody else ever could be. Hades, she may as well be my birth Mother …I am right? I mean, who else has walked such a destructive path in this business, from 2015 right up until today …nobody, absolutely nobody comes close. I can capture an audience with a single move, and I can end somebody's career with exactly that move. As I said, people fear us, because we don't hold back. We give it our all, and that's what has paid off. We’ll do anything to win, and we'll destroy anybody to get what we want. You, the former champions of the people, the tag team legends …You wannabes, are not even qualified to be in our league. You need to stick to costume designs, and merchandise sales. Otherwise, you'll just become another name, for people to forget. Sadly, you'll just become another statistic, another victory for us, and another career-ending in injury. Either way, I'll still be going somewhere else ...our name is infamous, worldwide. Even in places, I've never been Daddy ...your name? Well, it was tossed around the Wrestling World for a while ...then everybody seemed to lose interest.

~Jigsaw climbs up onto the turnbuckle and sits on the top cushion. He smirks, as he leans back and stretches his arms again. He was clearly enjoying himself, as he cocks his head towards DKM~

DKM: So when it comes down to it, Dad. Do you have what it takes? Can you finally shed the curse, that is the Brothers? Can you get past, the guys who just never stop? Never stays down, and never gives up? Can you fight the men, your Brother looks upon as his own Sons …almost as much, as he does with you? The one person, who comes close to the symbol of hatred …we both share. If we’re to be what Uncle Thomas has made us, then so be it ...because Dad, we’re unstoppable, we’re a destructive machine ...we are chaos incarnate, violence is a part of our lives. It's what makes us who we are, and we don't think, you can deal with that! Trust US, that ...isn't the first time either, is it Dad?

~Jigsaw laughs again, as they slide down out of the ring and out of the old gym. They then begin to whistle to themselves, as they walk off into the darkness. However, the camera stops on the tv screen once again. This time, showing a still picture of an employee being put in the Restraint Jacket through a table at a local restaurant. A hideous laughter can be heard from down the corridor, as the scene fades to darkness~

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Post by Scotty Paine on Mar 30, 2022 22:07:54 GMT -5

~:~Part One~:~

*As we open, the air is cool as night has fallen onto the Jersey lakeside area. Distant music can be heard from a sleek car, with only two letters on the license plate. Letting the world know just who was driving. Scotty Paine had been driving for a bit, after the latest incident in his ongoing life. Before he found an area of town, that looked like it had some decent bars. Beside him, Matty Wilhelm was already thinking about what “hot mama” that he was going to get tonight. Scotty didn’t like the quietness, he had done enough reflecting in the past few days. Even more so, in the past couple of hours. He needed to converse with some fans, buddies, ladies. Hades even opponents right about now. Unfortunately, all he had right now, was Matty. “Well, it’s better than “The Destroyer” he figured*

~Scotty~
Getting a little ancy?

*Matty was suddenly ripped away from his date, with a gorgeous brunette with long slender legs. That were smooth to the touch, in the midst of her telling Matty that “she would love him long time.” Matty answered the question, the only way that he knew how*

-:-Matty-:-
Oh yes, I need ta get laid.

*Scotty could have busted out laughing, but he figured he hadn’t seen Matty in a long time. He decided to be the better man, at least this time*

~Scotty~
]No No, I’m talking about getting back to The Wrestling World bro.

*Matty looked half disappointed as if he wanted to stay on the topic of women. Scotty noticed and realized how much the poor guy needed him sometimes. Thinking Matty better be able to get his own girls in the Pearl District*

~Scotty~
Don’t worry buddy, we’ll score some chicks. But seriously bro, AWS. C’mon …you have to be as excited as I am??

:-Matty-:-
I guess ...I’ve already done my time, in da rin’. What else, could I possibly do, now? Maybe, wrestle in a Legends Battle Royal.

~Scotty~
Noble goal.

-:-Matty-:-
Say …what ya gonna do?

~Scotty~
Ha, interviewing already. I don’t know, bro. As of right now, I know …I have a big match for the Apocalypse Chamber Pay-Per-View, kind of a letdown ...I just don’t know. Guys don’t come to me like they use to ...haven’t seen anyone around town, that utterly hates me ...but if I know AWS they’re bound to be at least ...one or two guys that hate my guts laying around. Then again, I might have to call someone out. Anything, but an open challenge? That shit, just never seems to work out for me.

-:-Matty-:-
Well, I tell ya what …if ya can’t find anyone, I’ll fight ya. It'll be yar worst beatin’ of all time!!

*The idea of him facing Matty at one of the biggest wrestling events of the season. Suddenly sounded like the biggest joke of all time. Scotty acknowledged how cocky that sounded, even in his head. But shrugged it off. After all, he needed that arrogance for future use*

~Scotty~
I appreciate the offer Matty, I really I do ...but I think, I might be a bit out of your league. When was the last time, you were in a ring anyway??

-:-Matty-:-
True, True …what about dat maniac guy?? He scares people …

*Scotty took back everything, he said about Matty a couple moments ago back. Him versus the other teams was the biggest joke, that he ever heard. Sure the teams were bigger, stronger, and possibly faster than him. Possibly, because he had never seen Matty run away from anyone. “Now that’s a funny thought.” But he knew that even Matty could wrestle better than most of them*

~Scotty~
There is always that option, how do I contact the bastard ...I don’t know, but we’ll toss that on the back burner.

*Scotty pulled the car into a spot, in the bar parking lot. The two went in without even reading the name of the joint. Scotty didn’t care if it had a decent view of the water, and a pretty decent size deck. It probably meant that the place wasn’t cheap. It was okay though, he told himself. He has made enough money in his career. That he didn’t need to care, and hoped that Matty was a lightweight. Because he certainly wasn’t. At least, he wasn’t buying any food. He hated how much bar food, could cost someone. He ordered a couple of beers, and handed Matty one*

~Scotty~
Alright buddy, you go work your “Magic”. I’m gonna be on the deck, jamming to some tuneage.

*Walking to the outside area, he spotted a few hotties and noted where they were. Once outside, Scotty noticed the view and felt a bit more at ease. He didn’t know why, but something about chilling outside always seemed to calm him down. It’s funny a month ago, he was perfectly fine knowing that WCW was shut down. He figured he did good, won a few matches, and went out with a victory over a guy that came gunning for him. That was one thing Scotty always enjoyed more than the titles. Throughout his whole career, he seemed to enjoy getting the better end of a fight that he didn’t start. But now Scotty was in a different mindset altogether. AWS opened the door to him, and he was hungrier than ever. The sad part was, he still had the better part of a month. Before he could even get in that ring, facing some poor bastards down. Plenty of time to get in shape, he thought*

~:~Part Two~:~

*By the fifth beer, Matty was hammered and looking to score. He wondered why this bar didn’t have any karaoke, that would help him impress one or two women depending on his performance. It didn’t matter what song either, just as long as it was one of the hit’s from the 80’s. He loved 80’s music and tried to put on some 80’s stations in the car much to Scotty’s dismay. Scotty, where was he anyway? It had been a while since Matty told him, he loved him and he didn’t care who found out. “Find Paine” was the one thing his brain, was now focused on stumbling around. Like most drunken minds, objectives can be forgotten on the fly if something better comes along that seems more worth your time. “Find Paine” had quickly been replaced with “Sing You Bastard, SING” as the opening verse of “Jesse’s Girl” began to play over the radio speakers. And sing loudly Matty did, long and hard. By the time the guitar solo began, Matty had already removed his shirt, pelvic thrust at least two elderly women, and the gay guy. That danced along with him and was now on top of a table as people cheered him on. The bar owner originally thought about throwing him out, but the people seemed to be enjoying it. More importantly, this guy was hilarious and he needed the laugh*

-:-Matty-:-
”It’z Jesse’z Girl” …

*Scotty heard the commotion outside, and knew what was going on without even having to think about it. From a distance, he saw a group of younger people whisper and glancing over in his direction. His fans, maybe? He knew one of them was going to come over. It was a bit of an ego boost, he wasn’t sure how relevant he was in the world of wrestling. Something he never weighed too heavily on it. He figured the best and most historic wrestlers just let that status come to them. He had been told that, he did some pretty memorable things and just thought it was cool. But one thing hadn’t changed, the fans. Scotty had never told anyone, that sometimes he hated the fans. Always worrying about what they said, and what they would think was cool or uncool. He liked to compare it to high school at times, and how he had to be a follower and do whatever the crowd said. “The heels have it made” he use to say when he was really sick of it. He didn’t know how he became the fan-favorite slash-good guy. It just kind of happened, somehow. Foolishly he usually played along, doing and saying things just for those people. But he knew those days were gone, and began to wonder how he’d tell off these people looking for an autograph. Still looking at them in his peripherals, he noticed a girl walking towards him instead of the group. This really caught him off guard*

::Young Woman::
Excuse me, I hate to bother you …

~Scotty~
Let me guess …Autograph?

*The girl winced a bit detecting some harshness in Scotty’s tone when he finished her sentence. She understood though, she had pictured what it was like to be famous plenty of times when she tried to herself. Now that she was closer to Scotty. She started to scope him out, or check him out of some sort. He was definitely attractive she thought and assured herself that she had made the right move*

::Young Woman::
Actually no …I was wondering AWS, is actually up and running?

~Scotty~
Don’t take this the wrong way, but I wouldn’t be here ...if it wasn’t.

*At this time, the girl’s group of friends were starting to approach the table the two occupied. Before Scotty could get up and walk away, he wasn’t going to cause a big scene. It wasn’t worth it, Matty beat him to it. The girl waved them away, leaving her friends whispering amongst themselves about their friend’s now “clear” intentions. Scotty was once again, caught off guard by this girl. One thing was clear though, tonight was going to be fun*

~Scotty~
Thanks …I’m still trying to get back in the swing of things.

::Young Woman::
Oh, I know all about that. Yes, I’m a huge fan of yours ...it was a shame, when you left wrestling. I was just starting to get into the PWI back then. Don’t worry, I did go back and watch everything on you ...that I could get my hands on, and let me just say. Your matches with Paige Matthews ...was amazing! Oh, and your Triple Threat Match was the best I’ve seen.

~Scotty~
Yeah, some of those left some pretty hefty scars too. Both, mentally and psyically

::Young Woman::
You know, it sounds like someone needs to loosen up a bit. I got just the thing …

~Scotty~
Yeah sure, I’ve got my buddy in here ...beat by 3, right now.

::Young Woman::
Oh really …Which one??

~Scotty~
Look around, you’ll know which one.

*The girl scans the inside of the bar through the sliding door, and sees Matty dancing with a guy in bright red leather pants, a pink shirt reading “Too Hawt”, and some kind of feathered pimp hat. She chuckles, and turns back to her subject of the evening*

~Scotty~
You just can’t notice, ‘couse I’m no longer sitting down.

::Young Woman::
Fair enough, but I’m still buying you a drink. And don’t even try to argue Mister Paine …

*Scotty watched her get up, and go to the bar counter. The booze kicked in somewhere in his anti-fan rant inside of his head, and was now “officially” having a good time. He laughed to himself, as he kept watching Matty. Getting him drunk was always a good idea. He was sure that the guy could cheer anyone up in that condition. Glancing at his friend, Scotty hoped some of the girls snickering and looking on. Would join in on Matty’s fun, you know for Matty’s sake. By then, it was already too late. Scotty was drunk and waiting on his lady friend to return. He hadn’t noticed the one thing, that could make or break careers. The AWS Camera crew. He had to give it to the guys, they were the most dedicated guys on the planet. The crew followed the talent all around the world, and now apparently even when they weren’t asked to do so. Under normal circumstances, Scotty would’ve cut out, as he was not one to make promos under the influence. That was something for his “friend” “Hardcore” Hex used to do. But the camera guy caught him fair, and square. Scotty composed himself, he could act normal under these conditions when the time called for it*

~Scotty~
Just let me know, when you’re rolling …

*The camera guy nods, letting Scotty know that he’s not actually there to film him, much to his relief. Scotty wasn’t in the mood to call anyone out, even trying to be intimidating. Or at least, something along those lines. And the camera guy proceeded inside, to film Matty for whatever reasons. A few short minutes later, Matty was cutting a promo with that gay guy. And two of his “girlfriends.” Well one of them was a man, Scotty couldn’t tell about the other one*

::Young Woman::
By the way, my name’s Nikki.

*Scotty hadn’t noticed that she returned, he’d been focusing on trying to make out what was coming out of Matty’s mouth. It wasn’t easy, but the pair of tight-fitting low-ride jeans and low-cut shirt showed off a nice view. Which suddenly became more important. Sitting back down, Scotty got a good look at her face. He could make out deep green eyes, through her long brown hair. That showed some highlights and a sweet smile. The kind, that would melt hearts given the chance*

::Nikki::
One last wrestling question, then we can talk about whatever else might come up …I promise.

~Scotty~
Ok, shoot …

::Nikki::
What do you hope to accomplish, with Asylum Wrestling Society reopening?

~Scotty~
Well, at first ...I thought, I would just tie up some loose ends and beat some people that hold victories over me. Maybe win the Championship title belt, and all that shyte. Then I realized, that I shouldn’t be about all that … it's a generic thing, let’s face it. If all that stuff happens, then that’s great ...but I’m really only doing this again, for one reason …and one reason only. I’m good at this …really fucking good at it. Plus it’s fun ...And I’m here to have fun. That’s it, just to have some fun ...while it can last.

*Nikki wasn’t sure if that was the answer she was looking for, but she was satisfied enough with it. As she could tell, Scotty meant it. It wasn’t called ”The Truth” for nothing. Besides she was looking forward to seeing how long this night would last. It had been a while since she had this much fun*

~:~Part Three~:~

*The scene opens up in some random, run-down hotel room. Scotty is just getting out of bed, with his leopard striped boxers on. He slips his feet into his matching over sized slippers, and he heads to the kitchen to grab some hot coffee. He walks back over to the nightstand, picks up his pack of cigarettes, and kisses the sprawled out Nicki on the forehead. Sweet thing, good piece of @$$, but much too young for something serious. He smirks, as he walks out onto the back mini patio and sits down with his ”Wake Up Juice” and first ”Cancer Stick” of the day. Scotty takes a sip of his coffee, and lights up a cigarette, before speaking*

~Scotty~
”No remnants were ever found of it
Feeling the hot bile
With every fake smile
Though no evidence was ever found
It never went away completely” …

*Scotty does his cross-like pose, as he quickly moves around the back patio. Suddenly, he stops with his eyes popped wide open. He does another pose, before speaking again*

~Scotty~
AWS, you want to call yourself the best? I think, you better prove that shyte ...I didn’t choose my nickname, it was given to me by my former best friend! I was Hades bent on Destruction, since the day I was born! But you wouldn’t know anything about that ...would you?? Sitting high, and mighty up in The Heights. Light breeze, and shimmering sunlight ...out on the beach, chilling with the chicks. AWS, we don’t have beaches that nice in Jersey. The sand is made from the broken bottles of the homeless, and the water is infested with chemical spills ...Don’t believe the hype of The Jersey Shore. It ain’t that pretty down here. This ain’t the uppity, rich folks ...this is Asylum Wrestling, where if you ain’t down to brawl? You’re Fucked ...This ain’t youe Poppa’s wrestling era. We don’t get the glitz, and glamour treatment of Platinum Act Sports Entertainment, Inc ...This is down-home, nitty-gritty wrestling. If you’re trying to get over, based on your “Upper Class” upbringing? You’re just going to be, another ass-kicking on my record. Claiming to be a “Superstar” ...when you grew up, looking like Richie Rich!!

*Again, Scotty does his cross-like pose. Then looks back into the camera, with his bugged-out eyes. He takes a quick sip of his coffee, then a drag off his cigarette*

~Scotty~
First thing, out of your mouth will be “I’m very good, don’t underestimate me”. Yeah, yeah …Me Too! Bring every “song and dance” and any other excuse you can think of ...Welcome to the “School of Hard Knocks” and to “The Truth” of Professional Wrestling. I didn’t get any special treatment, and I sure in Hades’ Damnation didn’t let Anyone ...Judge Me, by what I have done in my career! You want to prove to me, you’re a Superstar??

*Scotty pauses, as his eyes become more focused. His body shivers, as he looks deep into the camera. His body then jerks a bit, when he continues to speak*

~Scotty~
It’s time to go, and I’ll do whatever it takes ...to prove my worth. I’m not afraid of anything, not any of you ...not a dumb ass Marine, and not even that f*cking guerrilla - Bram Connan! I’ll take a beating, and keep on fighting. I’ll make it to the top, with my bells jingling ...And That’s, The F*cking Ugly Truth!!

*The scene starts fades out, as Scotty tilts his coffee cup in salute. He takes another drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke directly at the camera, as it goes totally blank. At this point, an ominous "Crow" symbol appears across the screen and accompanied by it is the loud, roaring sound of guitar riffs beginning to kick in across the building's sound system. Mere seconds later, the screen abruptly shifts to pure static and the tension builds as after a flurry of drums kick in, the following words begin to echo throughout the building*

“I am the new hell on earth
The lord of agony divine
Domination, intimidation
Lives within these eyes
Reign of power
Remorseless anarchy
I am arrogance in the flesh
Unleashed intensity” …

*At these very words are sung. BOOM, the scene fades to out*

~Scotty’s Thoughts~
It always about this person, or that person …What About Me, What About Scotty??

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The promo started with an animated prologue of sorts with Zoey in a healing chamber. It looked like a cryogenic healing chamber like traditional athletes use but she was hooked up with wires and a breathing mask like she was in one of the medical machines on Planet Namek in Dragon Ball Z. All while she was being watched over by some of her closest friends. Checking out her vital levels and status on a connected screen that looked similar to that of an iPad.

Taylor Matthews: Wrestling against Jensen took a LOT out of her. That was one of her hardest matches ever.

Elijah Edwards: But she still lost, I spent all that money on that damn bear…

Taylor looked at Elijah with clear annoyance in her eyes from his comment

Taylor Matthews: Forget about the bear my best friend went through hell. I hope she’s going to be alright.

Elijah Edwards: She better be. She should be. Zoey’s got another title that she can fight for soon and this is a state-of-the-art recovery chamber.

Taylor Matthews: Yeah she’s fighting for the Goddess Championship. In a ladder match against Veronica Rodriguez no less. That’s not an opponent you want to wrestle against when you aren’t ready.

Taylor remembered Zoey squaring off against Veronica in multi-person battles in Zoey’s earliest days in the Asylum Wrestling Society but they never fought one on one. A couple of still pictures of Zoey and Veronica hitting each other with strikes appeared on screen while they were drawn in their ring gear.

Elijah Edwards: I know enough about her to know she’s not a joke. And I know enough about Zoey to know that she’s going to want to bounce back after losing her Pinnacle title to Jensen.

Taylor Matthews: WE know enough about Zoey but you’re right. She doesn’t want losing to become a trend and the moment she gets cleared to leave this chamber she’s going to want to train again immediately.

Elijah nodded agreeably at this

Elijah Edwards: Let's help her get ready when she wakes up. What’s up with her status?

Taylor Matthews: 90 percent. She should be out soon yeah?

Elijah Edwards: Yup. She should be back to one hundred percent and ready to be let out in a few minutes.

And that statement was the truth. In a matter of moments, Zoey would recover to full strength. Ready to talk to her friends and more importantly ready to do battle against Veronica Rodriguez. A lunatic in the Asylum with a background in psychology and much more experience overall than her. But Zoey was nothing short of hungry to get back on the winning track and more importantly get new championship gold.

And all she had to do was climb the ladder to success.

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This anime opening of Zoey’s choice had a darker theme than usual. Reds, blacks, and blue colors were the core focus while wrestlers were turned into warriors in an apocalyptic hellscape. Flames and destroyed buildings with rock music in the background to hype up the crowd for her Zoey Epsilon’s proper promo. Punches and kicks were thrown, swords were swung, and bullets were fired from guns among the carnage. Turning wrestlers into dystopian warriors with a focus on Zoey Epsilon and Veronica Rodgriguez among the action. And when it ended the two of them were standing right across from her among the fallen debris and fallen bodies, standing in front of a building that had the words “AWS” written on it while the music stopped. Just to formally close the opening.

And after the brief fade to black Zoey was animated and drawn in what looked like a Japanese Shinto temple. Complete with buddha statues, cherry blossom trees, and lighting and architecture that looked like it came straight from Japan, Zoey was standing right outside of it in the process of looking at the fans' viewing while they waited to hear her speak.

Zoey Epsilon: I’m not a religious girl but I do believe in gods and goddesses. Higher powers and blessings. So it makes sense that I am competing for the AWS Goddess Championship at Apocalypse Chamber. I’m also doing battle against an opponent who I’ve never fought one on one against Veronica Rodriguez. I'm excited! Sugoi! The ONLY issue I have with it is that it’s a ladder match…Not that I’m afraid of heights or anything but I know how dangerous a match like this can be. I just wrestled one of the toughest matches of my life against Jensen Lane and that match had WAY more weapons than just a ladder and it took me a long time to recover from that. Now I’m heaving back into another hardcore match for a title? Makes me shudder just thinking about it.

Everything Zoey said was coming straight from the heart. She went through HELL against Jensen and lost her Pinnacle Championship. She was excited that she carried her momentum to another championship match but there was genuine danger involved in a match like this in the form of, at the very least, metal ladders. Which were drawn on the screen along with drawings of her battle against Jensen Lane.

Zoey Epsilon: But don't mistake my nervousness for fear. I'm ready to compete and want that Goddess Championship to be MINE, Veronica. Why? Because I hate losing. Maketakunai. I lost a title and I'm done with losing matches. I don't want a losing streak, my fans don't want me to have a losing streak and the only thing I dislike more than losing is letting my fans down and looking weak in their eyes. They drive me to compete. Sore ga ore no jiman. I am PROUD of it.

Zoey despite her fire and drive was loyal to her fans and even in hardcore, violent matches she wrestled with honor and wouldn’t do anything to get on their bad side. Their cheers fueled her and compelled her to be the best wrestler. Complete with chants of “ZOEY!” were heard while the drawn anime crowd cheered for her while she was then shown in the ring as a still photo.

Zoey Epsilon: So to help get my mind in the proper spot I am going to meditate in the temple of Hachiman. The Japanese war god because Veronica we ARE going to go to battle together and I will climb that ladder and win the Goddess Championship and win that battle. Aaaand become the first woman to hold the Pinnacle Championship and the Goddess Championship. Kōun o!

That was the Japanese saying for “good luck” which Veronica would need in order to defeat her at Apocalypse Chamber. People would see her enter the temple before the screen faded to black.

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"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter is seen walking into the Carrier Dome in Syracuse,New York then he starts walking down the hallway towards the locker room then he sees his new girlfriend Julieta standing in front of his locker room and she's pacing back and forth as she seems upset about something then "The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter walks up behind Julieta then he spins her around then he playfully pushes her up against the wall then he passionately kisses Julieta

Julieta's eyes widened in surprised but she gave into the kiss, breaking it after a moment just to voice her reaction from the sudden yet passionate lip lock,

Julieta:Wow...what's that about baby?

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:I just wanted to calm you down because you looked like something was on your mind...Are you okay baby?? you know you can tell me anything

Julieta: I'm just worried about you. Since you told me that you might be in the Apocalypse Chamber match. Are you sure about this?

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:I am going to enter the chamber match because i could possible get a championship match in my back pocket even after i win the pinnacle championship on ward in a couple of weeks

Julieta: I know but I just don't want to see you get hurt too much.

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter takes her hand as he looks into her eyes

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:At least i would have a hot nurse

Julieta's parents warned her about men like Mike. Handsome, dangerous, can charm almost anyone into doing what he wanted. But Julieta didn't care. Mike made her feel good, made her feel loved.

Julieta: You sure would handsome.

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter guides her into his locker room and he sits down and pulls Julieta on to his lap

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:How are your parents?? do they know about us??

Julieta's smile faded upon hearing this question but not by much.

Julieta: Not yet but I thought about it. Are you sure you want to meet them?

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter leans to Julieta then he kisses her lips as he looks into her eyes then he pulls away smiling

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:Yes i would love to meet them and i have no problem meeting them..parents love me

Julieta: I'll tell you what. After your match at AC I'll have you meet mi familia.

Julieta answered this with warmth in her tone and Mike convinced her. She'd introduce him to her folks after his big event match.

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter kisses her once again

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:I'd love that..how about we go to this interview then go home?

Julieta nodded after the kiss.

Julieta: That's a good idea.

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter wraps his arms around her as he looks down at her

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter:Okay...Why don't we get back home?

Julieta:Okay babe..let's go

"The Bad Ass" Mike Dimter & Julieta leave the Carrier Dome in Syracuse,New York

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"The Forgotten One" Sabrina Rossi W/Aimee Rossi are seen walking the streets of Syracuse as she hands her cell phone over to her sister Aimee as she is recording her promo

"The Forgotten One" Sabrina Rossi:Now i have decided to participate

"The Forgotten One" Sabrina Rossi:It don't really matter to me which title shot i get

"The Forgotten One" Sabrina Rossi:The Wrescking Crew is here to wreck havoc and take what's ours

"The Forgotten One" Sabrina Rossi tells her sister to cut the feed then she walks away

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APOCALYPSE CHAMBER • SYRACUSE • 4.17.2022 Apr 14, 2022 13:32:20 GMT -5

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Max Daemon pulls over to the side of I 80. He had just passed the state lines for Ohio an hour or so ago. The night sky is pitch black, leaving Max silhouetted only by his headlights.

He leaves the car on as he opens the car door. He checks his cell phone and see it’s nearly 2 in the morning. He puts the phone away and grabs a nearly empty can of beer.

He finishes it before tossing it into the nearby ditch. He joins it not long after, standing over said ditch and unzipping his pants.

As he begins to relive himself with one hand, he uses the other hand to take out his pack of cigarettes. He beats the cig open before putting it in his mouth. He puts the pack back and grabs his zippo lighter. Once the stick is lit, he returns the zippo and begins to breathe in the tobacco.

He remains standing there, closing his eyes and embracing the chill Ohio air. He lets the smoke enter his lungs and the liquid exit his body.

Eventually, he hears somebody join him. Max opens his ears, still staring up into the dark skies. He narrows his eyes as he hears his partner unzipping the pants before beginning to use the ditch as a urinal.

Max looks to his right, checking to see who joined him.

Suave, brown hair.

A white button-up shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned over an unzipped brown jacket.

Brown slacks with a couple pistols in holsters.

Max sighs. He takes his cigarette and throws it into the path of his stream.

“What can I do ya’ for Mr. O’Connell?” he asks.

His ditch buddy just smirks, finishing his own stream before zipping up. He pats Max on his shoulder a couple times.

“Hey buddy. Just wanted ta’ talk ta’ ya’ about your brother,” he says with a faux sense of glee.

Max shakes his head and finishes his own stream.

Once completed, the two make their way away from the makeshift bathroom.

Upon reaching the other side of the car, Max leans against the door.

“Nice Camaro. How’s you nab that?” Rick asks.

“Gift from my sister,” Max says.

“We both know Revy can’t afford a 2020 fucking Camaro.”

“Wrong sister.”

“Ah.”

With that, Rick’s smirk returns. Max rolls his eyes before opening his door. He pulls out a couple cans of beer, tossing one to the soldier behind him. The two pop open their cans, taking a drink from each one.

“You do know that’s illegal, right?” Rick asks.

“Rick, what the fuck do the Peacekeepers want?” Max asks.

“Hey Max…”

“Yes…?”

“Where’s your brother?”

Max grips the can tighter before going for another drink.

Or a sip.

Or a gulp.

Hell, once the drink is emptied, Max tosses it back into the ditch.

“I haven’t seen him since before I left San Mateo. And ideally, once I get ta' Baltimore, I’ll never have ta' see him again,” he says.

“That’s nice that you think that…” Rick says. “So where is he?”

“I don’t know, Rick! I’ve been a little too busy ta' worry about him!”

Rick takes out one of his pistols, pointing it at Max while throwing the perfectly good bear onto the road.

“What do you know?” he asks.

Max rolls his eyes and leans back further into his car door.

“We last had a conversation a week or so ago. Since then, he’s been AWOL. I think he somehow got Kat’s memories back, but beyond that, I haven’t heard from him,” he says.

“You willing to testify to that?”

“Not fuckin really. Rick, I’m a little bit busy recently, in case that wasn’t made obvious by me literally just telling you!”

Rick shrugs, spinning his pistol on his finger before returning it to its holster.

“Don’t move. I’m gonna make some calls, but if we find out you knew something, it’s your ass,” he says.

Rick walks across the empty interstate before taking out his phone and calling someone.

Max rolls his eyes before opening the car and sitting down.

He pulls his hands through his hair before putting a new cigarette in his mouth and lighting it up.

After a few moments of sucking smoke, he speaks.

“Another month. Another show. Another clusterfuck match ta' spread my name with.

The difference between this one and every other one is that this involves not throwin people over the top.

The idea is different, the ways ta' survive are the same.

Survivin is kinda what I do, by the way.

Not that anybody here seems ta' give much of a shit.

What kind of halfway house did I walk inta’? I’ve seen better places recently and I wrestled in a fuckin desert a couple weeks ago. What makes Asylum think that that type-a’ thing is anythin ta’ go nuts over?

So it’s inside a chamber instead of an open floor.

I wrestled and did pretty damn well escapin from a fuckin decrepit buildin a few months ago.

So it’s pinfalls and submissions versus over the top rope eliminations.

Let me tell ya’ about somethin called the Pure Division. It was a division that specialized in knockout and submission style victories. Guess who was the dominant figure in it for so long? Me, bitch.

So it’s a new place, a new locale, a new style than the other clusterfuck matches I’ve been in recently.

Do I look like I’m fuckin worried?

No, I don’t, so don’t fuckin lie and say that I do.

So what does Asylum offer that the other places don’t?

Beyond somethin new with the match concept, it’s the same idea.

Enter.

Beat everyone else.

Walk away the winner.

Easy enough, and all the late players you pull outta your ass won’t be able ta'stop the inevitable.

I didn’t come here ta’ wrestle on whatever weekly show this place puts on. I didn’t come here ta’ give this props, or thank ‘em for havin me, or whatever other bullshit I do whenever I’m respected.

I came here ta’ enter the Apocalypse Chamber and win.

Boom.

That’s it.

It’s the only goal I had when I signed that contract ta' participate.

So yeah, my focus last time wasn’t all there.

But it is now.

And boy-oh-boy, am I pissed.

So take your arrogance, your confidence, your guarantees, your spoilers or predictions, hell, take your sob stories or monologues and shove 'em right back where they came from.

Here’s where things become clearer.

I’m Max fuckin Daemon.

You’ve never seen or wrestled someone like me before. That is a guarantee. That is arrogance and confidence.

The spoilers and predictions come on April 17 when I’m the last one standin.

Or, more apt, the last one to survive.”

He gets a knock on the hood. He tosses the cigarette bud out into the middle of the interstate before getting out of the car. He looks at Rick, who doesn’t look happy.

“Alight. The Others seem to have bought your story. Get the hell outta here before I arrest you for DUI,” he says.

Max rolls his eyes before getting back into the car and closing it.

“Ya’ don’t have jurisdiction, but alright,” he says.

“Oh…”

Max groans, rolling down the window to once again hear what Rick has to say.

“…and if you cause any trouble in Delmarva or Beach City, I will make sure Lapis isn’t the only one to kick your ass.”

With a harsh grunt, Max puts the car into drive and pulls back onto the interstate. He doesn’t even look behind him as Rick stands there in a plume of smoke.

He opens the last can of beer in the car before depositing it quickly down his throat. Once it’s emptied, he tosses it out the driver’s window. He rolls it back up before leaning back and letting out an exhale.

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